Kassidy still rolling up the scroll with the end still not to be seen,
Kassidy: Malu
Kassidy: Bobby Minio
Kassidy: Anthony Baker
Kassidy: KD Angelo
Kassidy: Wrex
Kassidy: DJ Chino
Kassidy: AC Cobra
Kassidy: Nathan Carter
Kassidy: Cort Marshall
Kassidy: Jett Draven
The cameraman interrupts,
Cameraman: are you now just listing people who never had a title run?
Kassidy: is my Championship reign not longer then their nonexistent Championship reigns?
RYU: FACS!
The Cameraman drops the camera from his shoulder and begins to leave,
Kassidy: hey hey hey, where the hell are you going? I haven't even gotten to the flake portion of this list. Get back here,
Kassidy begins to chase him,
Kassidy: JIMMY HENRY!
Kassidy: TANK!
The camera pans to the announce team.
Thank god.
Thank the camera guy!
The screen is completely black but we hear a small muttering sound. We can tell the camera is getting closer because the sounds are getting louder and louder. Just then, a blinding light flashes on and we see the locker room. The camera pans around the room before we catch Jackson Montgomery lying on his back on the floor, still wearing his ring gear and clutching the Future Investment briefcase hard against his chest.
Jim Black: Jackson? You ok man?
Jackson doesn't respond to Jim's question, but continues to mutter. Jim and the camera get closer and we can finally hear what Jackson is saying. He's counting 1..2..3..1..2..3.. over and over.
Jackson Montgomery: Jim! It's one, two, THEN three! One, two, THEN three. The ref didn't tell me the match was ending. It's all his fault. That and the fact that I was counting one, two, three instead of my normal ritual where I say U..S..A..
Jim Black: So what does it mean for you and the FI briefcase?
Jackson rolled his head towards Jim: Uh...nothing. Tyler beating me doesn't mean a damn thing. I still have the case. I can still cash it in whenever I want, on whoever I want. Be careful Jim, I may cash this in on you! Then who'll be in charge. HEH!
Jim looks at the camera man with a perplexed stare before continuing.
Jim Black: O...k.
Jackson Montgomery: Look here Jimmy. I could come out every week and lose. For all you know, I'm boosting these rookies careers. I've been here for three years now and have had my fair share of loses. It's nothing new. The only thing that matters to me right now is this case. Then, I can turn this metal box in for some gold. I've held it before, I'll hold it again. I just hope B17 gets his hands on that title just so I can take it from him.
Jim Black: I assumed you would want Austin to keep the title since you blame him for 'breaking up' you and B-17.
Jackson's face lit up. It seems he'd forgotten all about that. There have been a lot of long nights with cheap whiskey and even cheaper women.
Jackson Montgomery: I'll be Jimmy! You're right! New plan! Austin keeps the title and I cash in on him when he least expects it. Hey wait a minute. This is all off the record right? No one is gonna see this?
Jim Black looks at the camera and then back at Jackson: Of course. The red light means it's off.
Jim, again, looks into the camera and makes a face while shrugging his shoulders.
Jackson lays his head back down on the floor: Good, good. I can't have my secret plan gettin' out! You're good people Jim. I won't cash in on you after all.
Jackson begins to mutter U..S..A.. once again. Jim tries to raise him for another question, but just gives up after Jackson gets louder and louder, trying to drown Jim out. Jim stands up and motions for the camera to follow. As he leaves the locker room, Jim hits the lights and the scene is plunged into darkness once again. All we can hear is Jackson Montgomery chanting U..S..A.. at the top of his lungs.
***
We transition to the interior of Drago's dojo. It's been a pretty quiet day, with Bubba sharpening his paws with a large scratch post up against a wall. Johnny Law is nowhere to be seen, and Drago is sitting on the couch watching his favorite show; Cops.
TV: GET ON THE GROUND!
The sound of a man screaming in pain as he is tasered can be heard through the speakers, which gets a laugh from Drago.
Drago: Hehe, don't taze me bubba.
Drago leans back as he notices his sister timidly entering and having a seat on a smaller chair close to him. He spreads his arms and speaks in his native language.
Drago:Oh, nice to see you!
Dragana meekly nods as she turns her head to the TV.
Drago:Hm. Anxious, are we?
Her expression doesn't change as her gaze seems to be lost in the TV.
Drago:Even though it's been a long time since we used to hang out regularly, I can still tell when there's fear in your heart. People see you from the outside and think that you're some sort of robot or something, but I know you more than anyone else does.
Dragana lowered her eyes toward the floor, tilting her head slightly toward her brother.
Drago:You're afraid because the last time you came close to the gold, it was swiped away from you before you knew it. Now you're closer than ever. But that fear still lingers within you.
Dragana: ...
Drago:It takes a lot of courage to become a champion. One that the people will respect. You will be hurt, humiliated, and beaten to your knees multiple times. But that is the champion's path.
The camera pans over to Drago's knee brace, and then to the very top of his shirt, where you can just barely see what looks to be a scar on his chest.
Drago:I have faith that you'll do fine. I know that I've said I never wanted you to follow in my footsteps. But I know that nothing I say will change your mind. Because just like me.....you're stubborn. You'll get to where you want to be sooner or later.
Drago stares off into space for a while as Dragana looks at her brother and smiles. The hunter stands up and walks to the fridge. He opens it up to pull out a good cold beer. He looks back.
Drago:I don't know if my baby sister is old enough to drink....
Dragana lets out a sharp exhale as she rushes up to Drago and puts him in a headlock. Drago wiggles his arms around to try to escape.
Drago:Hey, hey, it was just a joke!
Dragana lets go as she is handed a beer by her brother. She slaps him on the back and takes a seat on the couch and changes the channel. Drago looks on happily. Suddenly, the door swings open and Johnny Law enters with a few plastic bags.
Johnny Law: Took me forever, but got some Chinese for everyone.
Bubba springs into action and snatches one of the bags with his jaws.
