B-17: WHAT’S THAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOU!

Jackson Montgomery:THAT’S BECAUSE MINE IS LOUDER!

B-17: HUH?

The old adage of “boys with toys” was very evident in this moment. B-17 in his midnight blue 67’ Impala was revving his engine loudy. Next to him in his lifted F-150 was Montgomery doing the same.

Passersby were forced to cover their ears as the noise was deafening, but no one risked interfering. Getting between B-17 and Jackson’s hate was a surefire way to end up hurt. Exhaust was starting to hover around both vehicles. It was becoming dangerous, but still both continued.

Both men began to cough as the FlowMasters mufflers screamed back and forth. It was starting to get too much bear so both men starting rolling their windows up. B-17 managed to get his up quickly even though he hand to hand crank them. The electric windows on Jackson’s we're going up quickly when the driver's side window begins to squeal. Jackson frantically presses the button all the while coughing. He finally realized it's not going to work and opens his door, jumping out. His truck idles down and Jackson walks to the front of the vehicles, takes his white shirt off and begins to wave it. The flag of surrender.

Jackson Montgomery: OK! OK! *cough* YOU WIN! *coughcoughcough*

Jackson is waving both his hands now which makes no sense because neither man can see very far in front of him. Jackson puts his shirt over his mouth and nose and begins to walk through the smoky area like he's wandering through a dark room. He feels the front of the Impala, reaches back and plants a fist hard on the hood. Almost immediately, the engine stops revving and we hear the door open and close. B-17 walks to the front of the car as the smoke clears.

B-17: I love the smell of exhaust in the morning.

Jackson continues to cough while shaking his head.

Jackson: You said that one already.

B-17 looks suspiciously at Jackson: No, I would have remembered that.

Jackson: You so did.

Arriving fashionably late like usual Mr. never to be out done himself #Marvelous Austin Lee pulls up in his White Aston Martin Vanquish. Stopping just short of B-17 and Jackson as he begins to rev the engine. #Austin contributing more to the old adage of “#This cost to much to break” as he stays in control never pushing the engine, the passersby stopping to look at the #Marvelous Aston Martin then to flee like before. #Austin Lee steps out of his car and makes his way over to B-17 and Jackson, his eyes locked on Jackson not blinking once.

#Austin greeting his co star with a quick pat on the back and a fist bump, eyes still locked on Jackson as he his the lock button on his keypad.

#Austin Lee: What he looks suspicious…. Plus this one may have hurt the wallet a little bit…

Jackson: I’M SUSPICIOUS?!? You show up out of nowhere…

#Austin Lee interrupting Jackson: #OUTANOWHERE!

Jackson: Yours wasn’t even that loud, would be a shame if someone accidently ran over your little cracker jack toy car.

#Austin Lee: Be a shame if the world found out what you are #over compensating for. #The south not rising like it use to little fella?

Jackson: Oh we doing this?

#Austin Lee: #Let Go brah!

#Austin pulls his shirt off throwing it at Jackson as they stepped towards each other only to be separated by B-17.

B-17: #No. After we fight at cide you two can fight. #Out.

B-17 walks away and leaves both Austin and Jackson glaring daggers into each other.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I love the smell of exhaust too.
	You're as strange as they are.

Stephen "Ginger" Maxwell is backstage. He is excited as he is getting to do a brief interview with one of his favourite wrestlers, Jimmy Henry.

Ginger: Hi Jimmy, thanks for this opportunity. Tonight you face off against Malu, just 3 days before you face Big Ed at Summercide. You cannot be too thrilled about that?

Jimmy: You know what, Stephen, you're right, I'm not. 3 days before I go and fight in one of the biggest matches of my career, I'm booked against the current Turmoil champion. The Samoan Savage, Malu? And to make matters worse, Big Ed is gonna be standing outside waiting to pounce.

Ginger: So you're not looking forward to the match then?

Jimmy: Not particularly, I can only hope Dennis has my back out there.

Ginger: Do you have anything to say to Jack or the rest of the Gentleman's Club?

Jimmy: I said everything I've got to say to them last week, now I'm just gonna need to let my wrestling do the talking at Summercide on Sunday.

Ginger: Best of luck on Sunday, Jimmy.

Jimmy: Thanks Stephen, look after yourself kid, you're doing a great job.

Jimmy walks off to get ready for his match later tonight.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a match that's going to be. I wonder if Jimmy can shock the world tonight.
	MALU IS GOING TO EAT HIM ALIVE!!!

	WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING???
	I DON'T KNOW!!!

	Up next #Austin Lee returns to action.
	CAN HE BEAT NATE DUNN? I DON'T THINK SO TOM!

# Austin Lee

vs

Nate Dunn

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I am feeling pretty marvelous after watching that.
	I am not a fanboy of Austin Lee but his theme is pretty marvelous.

Loki: But you’re so old. I mean look at you. You’re all veiny and wrinkly...You’re just old. Too old. How many years do you really have left?

Trance rolled his eyes. Loki and himself had just arrived at the arena. Trance had driven due to his new role as caretaker and when they had exited Trane’s sleek white car the conversation had obviously been ongoing for quite some time, but didn’t appear to have an end in sight. As a matter of fact the argument had already distracted them enough to where the conversation had taken them to the top floor.

Trance: I am in the prime of my career! I’m in the prime of my career and I could retire and still be a Hall of Famer!

Loki: So...like one year left?

Trance glared at him.

Loki: What! I’m just saying that when you leave...I want the Codebreaker.

Trance: The what?

Loki: Oh...that’s right...we use weird names...Jacob’s Ladder. I want your finisher when you retire. I mean why retire it when it can become....Loki’s Ladder?

Trance put his hand out to stop Loki

Trance: That sounds horrible. Do you even know how to hit it?

Loki looks offended. His eyes widened and his eyebrows furrow in disbelief: Of course I do!

Trance: Prove it. See that guy over there.

Trance points down the hallway where a Turmoil Staff members stands, just in front of a closed wooden door, in his blue shirt checking his cell phone.

Trance: I want you to hit “Loki’s Ladder” on him.

Loki doesn’t even take a moment to consider the morality of this decision. He just begins to barrel down the hallway with little regard of the fact that he is making a horrible racket with his screaming. The Turmoil Staff member is well aware that Loki is closing in but he doesn’t move until the last moment while still checking his cell phone.

Loki goes knees first into the wooden door and it splinters and breaks on impact. Loki goes flying into the room shouting still.

Trance watches in disbelief as Loki crashes through Ashley Blain’s door and directly into her private office. He hears a scream as Loki begins to plead his case. Things don’t go favorably for him however and soon Ashley brings Loki by his ear.

Loki: Ow! No wonder no one likes you!

Ashley spots Trance down the hallway: Keep this failed leprechaun away from me! And I’m holding you responsible for the door!

Loki breaks free from Ashley’s grip and pushes her away then he goes running back into her office before she can react. Ashley shouts for security but at that moment Loki comes running out. In his hands is a sizable cardboard box that appears to be heavy for a man of Loki’s stature.

Looking like a thieving Leprechaun he runs wildly away in the opposite direction of Trance.

He can vaguely hear a shout from Loki in the distance: Run, Trancy! Run!

Security begins to pour out from elevators. Trance calmly walks away as Loki disappears round a corner, security drawing to a halt, seeing only one man in the vicinity.

Security: Where’d he go?

Trance: Where’d who go?

Security: Loki?

Trance: What’s a Loki?

The guards just scowl, but Trance shrugs, and turns, putting his hands into his pockets before walking off, waving over his shoulder as he goes.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I wonder if these guys will be ready for the gentleman club later tonight?
	Only time will tell.

Willow

vs

Casey Paine

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Summercide is heating up.
	It's pretty hot in here right now.

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