(Jack bounces up and down.)
“Let’s DO this!”
(Jack throws a left hook through the air.)
“You know you want to!”
(He throws a right and another left.)
“Dude, get away from me.”
(Hoff walks by him. As he does he pushes him. Jack stumbles, tripping over his own two feet, and falls onto the couch.)
“Oh! You’re gonna get it, biaaatch!”
(Jack flings himself off the couch and flies at his tag team partner. Hoff sidesteps him and Jack goes running into the chair.)
“Dude, we have a match to prepare for. The big match.”
(Jack pushes himself up and brushes himself off.)
“I know! That’s why we should spar!”
(Jack puts up his fists and playfully pokes Hoff. Hoff looks at him.)
“What we need to do is sit down and come up with a fool proof plan.”
(Jack puts his fists down.)
“You’re no fun, man.”
(Hoff sits down in the chair that Jack got out of.)
“Oh well. Now listen, Cruise and Problem Child aren’t just going to roll over and play dead like Benjamin and Maxwell.”
(Jack laughs.)
“The Saviors of Wrestling. They couldn’t even save themselves!”
“Well, this is different. This is a title match, man.”
“Oooo, big match.”
(Jack walks over to the fridge and takes out the orange juice. He pops the top off and takes a swig.)
“We got this! Problem Child didn’t do jack to get the title. He and Cruise haven’t even wrestled together. You think we need a gameplan for that?!”
(Hoff gets out of the chair and goes over to the kitchen. He takes the juice bottle out of Jack’s hands and puts the cap back on.)
“Yes. And stop doing that. By the time we get to the bottom all it is is your backwash.”
(Hoff puts the orange juice back in the fridge.)
“Now listen, please, for the love of God, listen.”
(Jack begins to walk out of the kitchen but Hoff grabs him and pushes him into one of the bar stools.)
“Cruise is ripe for the picking. He’ll most likely be focused on the Television title match. Problem Child is who we have to look out for. He’s the wild card.”
“What is this, Uno? Am I going to have to Draw Four?”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Is idiot a Skip or a Draw Two?”
(Hoff throws his hands in the air.)
“Problem Child went through some good guys to get the title. Even if he doesn’t deserve it.”
“All he had to do was wrestle by himself! He didn’t have to work with anyone. Does he even know the intimacies of tag team wrestling?”
(Hoff looks at Jack.)
“Intricacies?”
“Yea, that.”
“I don’t know. We’re going to find out though, and we have to be ready.”
“I would be ready if you’d spar with me.”
(Hoff breathes in slowly, trying not to punch his partner in the face.)
“Find out what you can about Problem Child.”
“He’s a problem. And he was last popular when I was a child.”
“You still are a child.”
“Hey!”
(Jack gets up and smacks Hoff across the face.)
“I resemble that remark!”
(Instead of planting his tag partner in the face, Hoff begins to laugh. Jack steps back confused.)
“What?!”
“Nothing!”
“What?!”
(Hoff falls onto the chair holding his stomach.)
“WHAT!”
(The camera fades out to the sound of Hoff’s laughter.)