Out of the corner of his drink, Barry's worst fears resurfaced. For his longtime rival and former dojo sparring partner had returned before his very eyes. 

Years prior, Barry has taken part in a training opportunity abroad in Japan. Wherein he trained with the likes of Synovis, among others including Damian Misera who flexed his drinking muscles at any point he could. During that time, Barry's partying rituals became a nuisance to Synovis's more reserved way of training. This lead to a lot of heated moments in the dojo and an eventual animosity between the two.

Back to current day, Barry's emotions (combined with the tequila shots) got the better of him and he erupted from his bar stool in a ball of fire.

"WHO THE FUCK INVITED HIM?! THAT BITCH IS FIRED!" Barry said, standing upon the stool he had been using to consume shots for the past hour and a half. All the sudden, he leaps off the stool and makes his way towards the door where Synovis stood, laughing to himself about the show Barry was putting on for him. 

"Since when is it your business to fire someone, Stevens. You can't even hold yourself together; look at yourself, you're a goddamn mess."

"It's none of your business to tell me what I can and cannot do, a well qualified adult. But if it's a fight you're looking for, I'll more than happy to oblige you!" Out of shear wrestling instinct, Barry leapt at Synovis who was still dumbfounded by Barry's intoxicated vocabulary. Stevens swings frantically at Synovis but is dodged at every point until the last. The last punch connected full force on Synovis's nose and blood began to trickle down his face. Synovis observed it on his finger and laughed, he knew what to do next.

As quick as a cat, Synovis unleashes a brigade of punches on the face of Stevens, who falls into a coffee table, shattering it to pieces on his back. Synovis grabs hold of Barry by the collar of his vest when all of the sudden:

"You guys are still as big of idiots as I remember. Thank god nothing's changed." Synovis turned his head in an instant, Damian Misera looked right back at him;  with a six pack in one hand, and a beer in the other. " By the time you two turns 30, you'll already have to retire at this rate. Stop being such pre-madonnas, clean yourselves off, and let's end this shit before someone has to call an ambulance."

Synovis thought to himself a moment about Misera's advice and agreed letting up would be for the best. He let go of Barry's collar and walked out of the bachelor pad alone, back to the solidarity he's used to. Misera made his way towards Stevens whom still laid atop the broken glass with a nasty bruise on his forehead. He takes a seat on the nearby couch and continues to drink his six pack as Barry regained consciousness hours later.

"What the hell happened? Misera? Why are you..."

"Slow down Stevens, you've been out for a solid 3-4 hours. You missed one hell of a party too, the girls were taking their tops off, getting more hammered than I've ever seen before. And that's coming from the guy that carries beer on a frequent basis."

Thanks to Synovis, Barry had missed the peak of the party and his opportunity for a little fun. He lost all compulsion to get off the bachelor pad floor, sobbing quietly to himself. Misera eventually left the Phoenix Rise champion to wallow in his own self pity, retaining the calm cool and collectiveness Misera had been known for in the dojo days.

"I will get you back one day you son of a bitch. Then you'll be the one tasting blood with you're head in the ground...Synovis....." Stevens slowly made his way to his feet, fueled by anger and frustration; and got into his king size bed for a long rest.