The Fall

"Before doing anything official, we had to do some street club advertising for the demo. Manuals, lip tricks, and the destruction of cameras were all on the docket. The cameras were for the event, so I think I bungled it. Whatever... Tony Hawk is such a powerful person that he got Eric and I to reconcile. Eric said he went a little overboard, and I forgave him. Jersey roots run deep! Little did I know...

And then Bam Margera got way too into the tanks. Like, calm down, Bam! But Todd wanted us to sneak into the demo area to get some practice in. So I had to launch myself fifty feet into the air, and you better believe I did! We did more pre gaming and shadow adverts before Eric and I showed off our skills. He'd hold a lip trick while I jumped over him. It felt so amazing to perform with Sparrow again that I forgot him screaming me over. Speaking of which...

That night, Eric got drunk with one of the Russian security guards. The guard passed out, and Eric stole the keys and hijacked a tank. I joined him with the hopes of ending his joyride. He ended up treating it like a limo, but I tried to stop the tank. I'm not a soldier, so I failed. The tank collided with a communications building, but Eric bailed before then. One of the bricks landed on the tank, trapping me in it until the KGB "freed" me. Freed me right into jail...

I overheard Eric blaming me for the $700000 bill. Todd booted me off the team, and the American Embassy got me out of jail. I don't think I was allowed to leave the country, but I had to get home.

I made some connections with a few dudes and helped them again with a hangover cure and bringing girls to a party. I also think I helped some rebels, so I should never return to Russia. But, after sneaking past the guards, I got a plane ticket back home.

And the first piece of garbage I saw was Eric Sparrow. He was yelling about money with his manager when he saw me. He bragged about winning the Best New Pro award. I would have beaten his ass, but his bodyguard was there.

I went back to my old haunts and hung out with Stacy Peralta. On the plane ride home, I thought about some of the things he said. It really hit me. What was I skating for? I wanted to redefine what a pro skater was, and I knew the hippie Peralta could help me. All I needed was a name..."