GRUDGE MATCH

The Camera pans to the announce team!  

	ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
	WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!

We cut backstage, to a close-in shot of a TV in the locker room. The TV is showing a dandy southern fella hawking “discount gold,” which looks as sketchy as it sounds.

TV: Once again, it’s Double K here, and you know you trust me, right? You trust me like you trust Santa Claus, Jesus Christ and Ronald Reagan. Yer damned right. This here is a steal of a deal. Lightly used, fully refurbished, Double K gold! This little baby only has about 10k miles on her… a few scratches, nothin’ major… but look at that shiine!

He smiles, and one of those unbearably cheesy fake tooth glint effects is layered on top.

Jehst: I figured I would have learned better than to ask you questions like this by now, but… why?

Cort: Oh, this guy’s a scam, I’m not buying.

The camera pans back and out to show more than just the TV, catching Cort Marshall in frame… who is bedecked in cheap gold accessories and eating a Hershey’s Gold(™) chocolate bar. If that counts as chocolate. Probably half rat pee anyway.

Cort: I’m just…

He slides a hand up his chest, spilling plastic gold coins all over the floor.

Cort: Getting in the MOOD… for GOLD!

He stands up suddenly, and all the faux finery falls freely. The fans are left with a glimpse of his mildly updated attire--gold stripes instead of red!

Cort: I figure winning is 50% man, 50% mindset. I gotta psych myself up for this. I gotta feel like a winner before I even get in the ring. Gotta break my cold streak. Gotta get that Pride Title. Gotta carry some gold out of Wrestlution before the people forget about me!

Jehst looks him up and down.

Jehst: I don’t think forgetting will be an issue.

Cort: Damn right!

He slaps Jehst on the shoulder, who winces.

Cort: I get my title, you get your girl, and we sail out of Lution WINNERS. All right?

Jehst looks more serious and unsure, but replies.

Jehst: All right. Now get those stupid coins out of your tights and hit some band-curls. You wanna beat Shepard you gotta be doing more than he is in preparation. Now let’s go!

He tosses a green exercise band to Cort who looks at it, puzzled.

Cort: What… what is this?

Jehst rolls his eyes.

Jehst: Don’t play dumb. I know you just wanna sit here and watch day-time infomercials but we gotta get you champion-ready. I want to see you succeed tonight, Cort! Llet’s get you some gold, partner.

Cort: And I wanna kick his ass more than anyone! He's been the oil to my water… or the cop to my moonshine ever since we split up. That title could end this little losing streak of mine, shut Shepard up, AND get me set to take on whoever wins between Harvey Too Douchey and Tre! But…

He spins the band around at arm's length as if holding something suspicious.

Cort: What's this gonna do? I just pull on it, or what? Hopscotch?

Jehst sighs.

Jehst: You gotta get into the 21st century. Okay, let's start with something basic…

He takes the band back and begins to demonstrate as Cort's eyes wander back to the TV, and we fade out.

The Camera pans to the announce team!  

	Get that burn!
	Cort Marshal is rip roaring to go!

TEACHER vs. STUDENT

The Camera pans to the announce team!  

	That's got to be match of the night!
	Holy hell what a battle!