GRUDGE MATCH
JEROME HAMILTON vs. DOC GREEN
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Not gonna lie he had it rough in the first half! |
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Killer instincts paid off! |
As Jehst helps Cort through the door of their dressing room he plonks him on a fold out chair, sweaty and defeated. He makes his way to the fridge and grabs an ice cold beer, hurling the can over to Marshall who, even in his fatigued state, catches it one-handed.
Jehst: Don’t sweat it man, we’ll bounce back.
Cort: They wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t catch a damn break out there...
Breathing heavily he begins to chug the can, taking in a few mouthfuls before exhaling and sinking into the chair to rest.
Jehst: It’s cos they both knew you were the biggest threat. Let’s face it, one on one with either of those guys, you’re taking the W back to the house!
Cort: I should hope so. I’m on a pay-per-view losing streak the likes of which haven’t been seen since Germany in ‘45!
Cort sips his can again, looking even more tired.
Cort: My bones hurt…
Jehst leaves him to it and goes to the drinks trolley. He pulls a bottle of champagne out of the ice bucket and an envelope that was wedged in between bottles of spirits flops to the trolley-top. It is addressed to him.
Cort: You know, when I was a kid, we would stand in the ring and punch each other until someone fell over. None of this flippy stuff...
Jehst pays his partner no mind and pops the envelope open, pulling out the letter.
Jehst: Hey, ssh, I found this in the drinks trolley--
Cort: --If it’s “Girls Posing With Improbably Large Guns Monthly,” I promise, it’s not mine--
Jehst: --no it’s a letter addressed to the Jehst Man.
Cort: It’s not my drink bill from last week, is it?
Jehst: No, just, ssh, listen -- :
The people that cheer your name… They don’t care about you. You’re just another flash in the pan who will be forgotten. The same way that Elsa forgot about you.
You might not see it now, but I’m coming to show you first-hand.
See you soon.
Jehst looks at the letter with both concern and anger.
Cort: That’s pretty f*ckin weird. Can’t be Grimm, he’d be talking about dragons and religious sounding things and the nice noises kidneys make when they hit a windshield...
Jehst: Probably just a prank - I’ve rid myself of any enemies I had.
Cort: You’d think. Somehow nice guys like us seem to attract trouble!
Justin screws up the letter and tosses it in a rubbish bin in the corner of the room.
Jehst: I’m not gonna let some troll get to me - right now, it’s about enjoying the positive. And the positive right now is that Hollywood USA is on a high - we may not be in the Tag Classic finals, but we both know it’s only a matter of time before we get somewhere - both of us.
Cort: I’m glad your enthusiasm outstrips our recent results...
Jehst finishes pouring up a glass of champagne and gives a “cheers” to Cort as he clinks his beer can with the champagne flute.
Jehst: Now let’s sit back, relax, and watch the show!
Cort: Well, seeing as my legs probably won’t work for another hour or two, that sounds like a plan...BEER ME!
Jehst hurls another can to his partner with an around-the-back throw, again, landing squarely in his free hand. As Jehst flicks the monitor on with the remote, Cort pulls the tab on his beer and begins to chug back another cold one.
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Maybe next time! |
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This entire division is stacked! |
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Well then! |
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That's how you send a message! |