One Night In Wisconsin - That 70's show

Eric Returns Home

*December 30th 1979*

Eric was looking forward to seeing everyone in new years, and even planned to visit them a day before new years eve. The Wisconsin air hit him like a truck once he stepped out of the plane, a smell he missed since arriving in Africa. In fact, he missed everything about Wisconsin: including his friends, who he was eager to reunite with once he found a taxi. He got his luggage and went out, waiting for a taxi. None came his way, and he was thinking about just hitchiking with a random person, and luckily one car pulled up in front, and then the windows rolled down, revealing a man with sunglasses covering his eyes, and right now had no expression at all. The man then slowly turned his head, fixing his eyes on the skinny figure in front of him.

"What's your name, kid?" The man asked.

"Uh... Eric," Eric gulped. Even though this guy didn't look that intimidating, he was doing a great job on Eric.

"Wanna catch a ride with us?" The man asked, grabbing a smoke and lighting the end. Eric wasn't too comfortable with this guy, and there was no way he was going to catch a ride with this shady dude.

"Yes, sure," Eric blurted out.Right then, he had the urge to slap himself.

"Cool... come on in," The man said. Then the other doors opened, revealing leather seats, and three other guys, who also were masked with sunglasses. They also were staring at him, and Eric right then felt like pissing himself. He shuffled his way into the car, closing the door once he was in. 

***

Inside of the car was silence, as the shady man was driving on a long road in the middle of nowhere, and the other three 'hitman' staring at Eric as if he was one of their victims.

"So, Eric..." The driver said, breaking the silence. "Where you off two?"

"Uh, Point Place," Eric answered, nervousness finding a way to sneak into his voice. "I'm just visiting my family."

"Oh, that's nice," The man responded, as if he was forcing to say this. "Where abouts in point place?"

"I think Drowners Avenue," Eric said, hands fiddling with each other.

"Ooh, that's a long way," The man responded. "By the way, I'm Drew."

"Hey man," Eric mumbled.

"I'll try to find where your going," Drew said, shadyness visible in his voice.

"Actually, you can just drop me off at a train station," Eric said, trying to avoid spending another hour with these 'hitman'.

"No Eric, I'll drop you off to exactly where you need to go," Drew said. Eric didn't know a lot of things, but what he did know was that was the shadiest thing he ever heard. He knew he shouldn't have trusted these people.

"No, drop me off at a station," Eric demanded, this time sounding more demanding than scared. But Drew just chuckled.

"Believe me, you'd prefer to do as I say you'd do," He said. Eric was about to yell at this guy, until he heard a click, to which he froze in his place. To his horror, he found one of the guys pointing his gun at him. Till then, he didn't dare to cross the line. 

***

They drove for about half an hour, and Eric was still fearing the gun in the guys hand. The whole car ride was then silent, as Eric was too frozen to actually say anything. He knew one thing he said that the guy didn't like, and it was goodbye Eric Foreman. Knowing he might not be alive by the time morning arrives, he wished he could call his friends and family and say goodbye to them, but that'll only put everyone in a panic. Eric would prefer Red only coming along and kicking these guys' asses. After all, he was in two wars. But Red would probably call him a dumbass for getting himself into the situation. Like, who would just get in a random strangers car. Especially when the driver is as shady as this guy. But no, he couldn't let himself die in a situation like this. But he had to think of a way to get out.

"So Eric, guess where we're going?" Drew asked. Funny thing is his tone sounded as if this situation wasn't anything bad at all. 

"No idea," Eric said.

"Well, we're going over to my house," He said. 

"Oh wait, I think you got the wrong idea... I only do it with girls," Eric said, deciding to be a porky mouth. Surprisingly, Drew chuckled.

"We got a smart ass here," He said to the guy holding the gun at me, who only briefly smiled. "Okay, smart ass... let's see who's laughing when the police find a certain someone named Eric Foreman dead in a shed."

"Hey, that rhymes!" Eric said, a little enthusiastically. Really, he was just trying to keep the guy talking, so that he could possibly sneak his way out. 

"Are you wanting to be shot?" Drew hissed. "Because Gary here can do that."

"I can," Gary responded in a deep, intimidating, Russian accent.

"Oh, you speak Russian?" Eric asked.

"Mm-hmm," Gary mumbled.

"Ida na fig," I said to him in Russian, and he definitely was unimpressed.

"What did he say?" Drew asked Gary.

"He said kiss my ass," Gary responded. Even though it was pissing these guys off, it was actually amusing Eric.

"I'm this close to dumping your body in the ditch," Drew said, having his fingers apart. He was doing great with the distracting part, but needed more time. 

"Why you so mad, bro?" I asked him. "What, did Gary here piss you off?"

"No, well in the past, yes," Drew stuttered. Gary sighed and turned fully towards Drew.

"I told you I was sorry like a million times," He said.

"Wait, what happened?" Eric asked.

"I'll tell you what happened," Drew said, little mad now. "My wife and this genius over here had an affair."

Eric almost choked from laughter. "Damn, Gary... you're one of those people, huh?"

"No, but she came onto me first," Gary helplessly defended, to which Drew scoffed.

"Please, I bet you showed her your six pack and then something else," Drew argued. 

"I did not!" Gary shouted. As the argument continued, Eric placed his hand on the handle, and slowly opened the door. Without thinking, dove straight out of the car. Ignoring the pain, he got up and started running back. He looked back, and noticed the car turned around, and now was chasing him. He wasn't exactly athletic, but in a moment like this he just wanted to channel his inner-athlete, until he realised their wasn't one. As  Eric looked back, he noticed the car was almost at his feet, so at the last minute dove straight to the side of the road into a wet ditch. He heard the tyres screech to a halt, and the sound of the car door opening and closing.

"Where did he go?" Gary's voice said.

"He went into the ditch genius!" Drew said angrily. Eric couldn't help but smile and feel amused. But then cut back to reality, a terrifying moment. Eric knew he wouldn't be able to defend himself against Russian Arnold Schwarzenegger and his sidekicks. So as they got closer, Eric kicked them in the shins, and as they knelt down Eric kicked them in the face, and kept beating them until they were too weak to stand up. 

"That's right, Foreman knows how to fight," Eric said to himself as he was walking over to the car. He found a rope to tie their hands with. He went back down to the ditch and tied all four of their hands together.

"You bastard!" Drew shouted.

"That's right baby," Eric smiled. "Man, If only everyone could see this."

Eric then fished in Drew's jacket for the keys, and took all his money from his wallet. "Thanks for the $400 dollars, Drew."

"Give that back you bastard!" Drew weakily shouted. Eric ignored him and went back into the car, driving off as far as he can get as quickly as he can.