We switch to backstage at Turmoil, the outside parking area. Jackmo appears on screen, talking over his shoulder to the long-suffering Jim Black as he approaches his truck, which is once again parked illegally, immorally and just plain offensively.
Jackmo: And that’s why, if you don’t book me against someone who MATTERS, it’ll be your ass I free kick for a field goal!
Jim: But I don’t book anything.
Jackmo: Do ya think I care, bub? I got a frickin monster truck! F*ck yersel--
Jackmo stops talking as he hears a V8 roar, quickly growing louder.
Jackmo: My patriotism sense is tingling.
Suddenly, the source of the noise is visible. It’s Cort’s truck!
Jackmo: What the--
The El Camino roars into the lot and smashes into the side of Jackmo’s truck, sending shards of glass and metal all over the parking lot concrete. Cort shuts the engine off and leans out the window.
Cort: Hello there!
Jackmo: Sergeant Marshall! What the F**K was that!
Cort: My new entrance. Saves time, you know.
Jackmo: Do you know how much that’s gonna cost to Fix!?
Cort: No, and frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn. You had your chance to resolve things like a gentleman, and instead you were a right twat.
At this point Montgomery is beet red and standing right below the window, shouting threats. Employees who came out to see what the noise was about are trying to pull him back.
Cort opens the door and hops down, title in hand, followed by Shep.
Cort: How’s your own medicine taste?
Jackmo practically spits at him.
Jackmo: AHM GONNA KILL YOU!
Cort opens his arms wide.
Cort: So now you wanna have a match, huh? Sorry bub, I’m kinda busy, being a champion and a--
Jackmo shoves aside the employees and charges for Cort, tackling him to the ground. He gets Cort in a two-handed choke, pushing his head against the ground.
Jackmo: SUMMERCIDE.
Shepherd rushes to help Cort, trying to free him from Jackmo’s iron grip. He doesn't budge.
Jackmo: TRUCK VERSUS TRUCK. MAN VERSUS MAN.
He stands up of his own accord, and employees rush in to separate him and Shepherd as Cort staggers to his feet.
Cort rubs his throat and picks up his title.
Cort: Challenge accepted.
Cort and Shep move on towards the building as employees try to calm down a furious Jackmo.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Looks like we got a match!
HONOLULU CANNOT HANDLE THIS MUCH PATRIOTISM!
A tired Drago walks out of the trainer’s room after a solid contest against a very game Ligermask. He wipes the sweat off his brow and Mugen appears from off-screen, patting his friend on the shoulder.
Mugen: Great job, old sport! Impressive as always! Now then…..
Mugen pulls out a contract on top of a clipboard with a pen placed on top.
Drago: This contract signing?
Mugen: Well, I wanted to make it official but at the same time, I didn’t want to make it too dramatic. Every time we have one of these, things go badly, so why not just do it like this?
Drago takes the clipboard and starts reading the contract.
Drago: Look like usual thing…...Oh, what this?
Mugen looks ecstatic as Drago reads.
Drago: 45 minute….Ironman? Well, that new.
Mugen: YES! Isn’t it exciting????
Drago: So you trying to make this the final battle?*
Mugen: Maybe it will become our final chapter** old friend. I mean we have done it together in the ring what once? Twice? Thrice? FRIES?!
Drago: Well…...Figure if things have to end between us, it would be like this…...The end*** of our saga…..
Mugen: It might just be the last match**** we ever have…..
Drago looks up at Mugen.
Drago: It never gonna truly end, will it?
Mugen sheepishly smiles.
Mugen: You know the answer to that.
Drago signs the contract and hands it to Mugen.
Mugen: Whew! No tables destroyed or barricades broken! Completely safe!
Drago starts to walk away but he stops himself.
Drago: At Summercide…..
Mugen’s eyes widen as he awaits Drago’s statement.
Drago: It’s gonna be the SAFEST 45 minutes of your life!
Mugen: HAHA! I knew you’d see things my way!
The camera pans to the announce team.
Wait what?
Oh dear god....
The camera pans to the announce team.
I cannot wait!
This Saturday is gonna be a blast!
Kassidy Hayes vs H20
The camera pans to the announce team.
WHAT, WHAT WHAAAAT!
OPEN YOUR EYES REF!
The scene opens with a seemingly angry FloJo venting in the parking deck...
FloJo:Freaking hell!
FloJo:She had an answer for everything I did...Autist.
FloJo:God...Ouch!
FloJo punches the wall which appears to be a bad idea.
FloJo:Maybe this isn't working out...Next time I'll---
????Lotus!! Oh Loootus!!!!!
FloJo:What...?
OCW agent: Glad I found you.
OCW Agent: I heard you sperging out here in the parking deck. Pretty dangerous y'know?
FloJo: Might be for the best though.
OCW Agent: Ah, don't say that. Listen. Since you did such a wonderful job a Wrestlution selling merch, we'll need someone to help build the SummerCide arena.
OCW Agent:Not like you have anything else better to do.
