B2O stands centered in the ring celebrating H2O’s breath taking victory over the promising new rookie, Christian Shepherd.
As they were clapping hands and checking Harvey’s ribs, the lights dim down.
Jackson Montgomery music hits!
Dimsmore steps forward slowly and leans his body against the ropes. Baker is going ballistic and H2O steps forward while pointing at Jackson Montgomery.
Dimsmore holds B2O back in each arm with relative ease. Baker and Harvey looks at their bodyguard as Dimz nods to the two of them with his head to chill.
Jackson’s music cuts off.
Jackson stands on the stage, microphone in hand, looking like a real life version of Pigpen; little clouds of stink floating all around. He begin his obnoxious slow clap, mocking the victory. He brings his microphone up to his mouth and speaks while walking back and forth on the stage.
Jackson Montgomery: Harvey, how you feeling? I bet the cold steel of that chair felt good against your skin after your match last week. I find it really helps bring my body temperature down.
Jackson laughs a bit before continuing.
Jackson Montgomery: By the way, you look stupid with the earing in. It’s not 1999 anymore brother, even I know that. Wait, is it 1999?
Jackson tucks the microphone under his arms and begins to count on his fingers. Once he reaches ten, he looks up at the ring, then down at his fingers again. Looking confused, Jackson sits down on the stage and begins to take his boots off.
B2O start going crazy in the ring, Dimsmore is still calm as ever holding everyone together. Jackson removes one of his socks and tosses it into the crowd hitting a fan sitting near the barricade. She instants turns green.
Jackson Montgomery: 17, 18, 19. Wow. My head is really messed up. Now shoeless, Jackson stands. While wrapping that chair around your carcass last week was fun, for me anyway, it didn’t seem to slow you down at all. It did however get the reaction from someone I was hoping for.
Jackson Montgomery: Hello Dims, old friend. It’s been quite some time hasn’t it? While I thought this honor was going to be bestowed on Dennis Black and myself, it seems like it’s fallen on your head.
Jackson Montgomery: You and me are destined to do this forever Dimmy. I’ve had my shot at the Turmoil Championship, more than once actually and while I’ve squandered it away, it did help me turn into the man you see before you. Broken. Unhinged. Disparaged.
Jackson takes a few steps down the ramp. He stares directly at Dimsmore, completely ignoring the other two monkeys jumping around the ring. Jackson’s got tunnel vision and instead of a light at the end, it’s one of the biggest men on the roster.
Jackson Montgomery: I’ve got nothing to lose anymore Dims. I’ve done just about everything for Turmoil and will continue to do so but I’ve got something bigger and better in front of me now that Turmoil doesn’t have.
Jackson Montgomery: You. It’s you Dims. After what we went through last year; that batsh*t crazy wife of yours attacking me, me sticking a needle into her throbbing neck. Things definitely got heated. We’re not done you and I.
Jackson’s tunnel vision expands a bit to B2O.
Jackson Montgomery: Speaking of significant others. Fellas! While you three were out here playing grab ass, so was I.
Jackson turns to the big screen and an image of Becky pops up. Baker immediately begins going crazy. This is just a picture though and it shows nothing but a sleeping Becky.
Baker hops out of the ring and as Jackson turns around with a smirk on his face, Baker plants the hardest right hand his ever thrown right across Jackson’s face. The crowd erupts as the two men go back and forth on the stage, Jackson eventually tossing Baker into the barricade.
Before he can catch his breath, H2O is on Jackson with clubbing forearms and kicks to the gut. Jackson manages to block a kick but now has his back facing the ring.
Another kick comes and Jackson catches it. From the bottom of H2O’s foot, Jackson shoves him back, putting a bit of distance between himself and Harvey.
Jackson wipes a small amount of blood from his lip and sees Harvey taking a few steps back.
Jackson stands upright and begins to yell at H2O but before anything substantial comes out of his mouth, he is lifted high into the air. Confused, Jackson looks around and realizes he’s on the shoulders of Dimsmore.
Just as he figures that out, he tossed down and what feels like a Mack truck against his head, Dims lands his elbow. Jackson hits the steel ramp face first.
The three men stand above Jackson’s laid out body. Baker picks up Jackson’s mic he dropped and goes first.
Baker: My shmookums better not be hurt! You have nothing to say now, huh elephant brain?
Baker puts the mic to Jackson’s lips. All you hear is heavy breathing.
Baker: Didn’t thinks so. What do you say now, Dimsmore? Becky took one for the team just as we planned. This idiot was too stupid not to fall for it.
H2O smiles and nods as his Best Friend’s mafia hit worked. Dimsmore face lays neutral.
Dimsmore: Seems as if times have changed, “Old Friend”. You fell flat on top of your head this time.
Dimsmore spits in the man's already disgusting beard and walks away. Now it’s just Harvey and Jackson. Dimsmore passes him the mic.
H2O kneels next to his head as if he was whispering.
H2O: Now H2O is not the one for kicking a man while he’s down. Kicking him square in the mouth while he’s standing is more his style.
H2O: This is far from over buddy. This kid barely made it out of the tournament because of this stunt you pulled. You not only got Dimsmore attention but you got mine! Just so you know now…
H2O leans as close to Jackson’s foul smelling face as much as he can withstand.
H2O: It’s personal.
B2O’s music hits as H2O drops the mic onto Jackson’s chest. He joins his Best Friends standing on top of the ramp as the scene fades.
The camera pans to the announce team.
A measure of revenge!
It's gonna take more then that!
Shepherd barrels through the backstage area following his match with H20. He unzips the front of his shirt looking like a typical bro in a button up.
Shep: Damn it, right there again and it slips away.
He clears a table of what looks to be medical supplies. And slams his hand as he continues down.
Shep: I’ve already lost my logo, now this. What in the hell do I need to do. Of all the times I’ve slipped up this is the worst. Dead to rights, he was dead to rights, and he slips away with one. I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do.
Shepherd reaches the locker room of The Crown and takes a deep breath.
Shepherd: Two options here, walk away get my own ride and throw away this chance. Option two Walk through the door and own up to it. Take what’s coming and move on.
Shep thinks a bit more and grabs the door handle.
Shep: It’s not much of a decision, I’ve been through much worse in my life. I can take there worse and it’s nothing.
Shep enters the locker room ready to meet whatever is next head on.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Looks like a crisis!
Shepard is better then the crown! He isn't a PAWN!
