A lifted, muddy, maroon King Ranch F-150 pulls into the lot of Terminal 5 and it’s clear who it belongs to with a rather large confederate flag flying from a pole attached to the tailgate. The large tires make a screeching sound as the truck pulls into a spot, very crooked I might add, and comes to a halt. The door swings open and, let’s say ‘a few’ beer cans fall out onto the ground followed by Jackson Montgomery. He hops out of the truck and stretches like he’s been stuffed in a coffin for a month. Wearing snakeskin boots, cut off shorts and a Rev Inc tank top, Jackson slams the door. He walks over to the tailgate, opens it and reaches into a cooler that’s in the bed of the truck and pulls out two beers. After closing the tailgate, he pops the top on both beers and walks towards the entrance of Terminal 5 and is greeted by the security guard standing out front, nods and heads inside. Like he was there waiting, Jim Black immediately gets in Jackson’s face.

Jim Black: Jackson! Have a nice vacation?

Jackson, who has a pretty big swig of beer in his mouth, spits it all over Jim Black, then takes another big swig and spits that on Jim Black as well.

Jackson Montgomery: Jesus, Mary, and Casey Paine’s crabs! You scared the dickens out of me! What can I do for you?

Jim Black wipes his face of the spit-beer and tries to wipe it on his suit jacket, which of course is soaking wet.

Jim Black:: Ugh...I asked how your vacation was.

Jackson Montgomery: Oh Jim, it was awesome! I had a, excuse my french, a f*cking blast! I will say this though. Versus must LOVE to cook because there was paprika everywhere! I mean everywhere Jim. The kitchen, the living room, in between the seats of the couch, everywhere! There was this one time where I stopped the toilet up something fierce and I removed the lid off the tank and guess what?! There was a little bag of paprika tapped to the inside! Versus takes his cooking seriously!

Jim Black has a look on his face like “You can’t be serious”: You know Jackson, that’s not papr…

Jackson cuts him off: Oh man and then there was this crazy dude named Uncle June. I didn’t know he was there until like the sixth day. Freaking nuts. I played, got paid, and got laid brother and it was great. I should take more vacations!

Jim Black: Well you could have stayed another week you know. You’re not booked tonight.

Jackson, once again with a mouth full of beer, spits it right into Jim’s face.

Jackson Montgomery: What?! Well, ‘sall good. I’ll go pop a squat in the Rev Inc locker room and turn on the ‘ol boob tube! LATER BLACKIE!

Jackson crumbles the empty beer can and drops it on the floor. As he walks past Jim Black, Jackson smacks Jim on the back. Jim immediately perked up when he hits him and quickly points out that Jackson can’t say “blackie”. At the sound of that word, a young production crew member pops his head out of a nearby door. Jackson, drinking his other beer now, sees the young man.

Jackson Montgomery: Sup DAWG?!

Jackson puts his fist out for a bump but the young man doesn’t respond. Jackson just shrugs his shoulders and keeps walking. Jim, still trying to clean himself, just looks in the camera and shakes his head.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I need a vacation like that.
	Me too.

	If you're just joining us, the cell match has been cancelled by Alex. Now the new kid gets a shot at the champion Dennis Black. Non title that is.
	I hope the new kid is ready for this.

(Non Title!)

Dennis Black

vs

Tyson Taylor

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He's going to have nightmares for sure.
	Can he come back from that?

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