~The scene opened outside of the Console Energy Squad where JTG stood beside a large production truck with the EBWF logo on it. He held a microphone in his hand.~

JTG: It's ya boy Mr. Young Fly and Flashy and I'm supposed to wrestle that dude The Undertaker in this city of haters.

~JTG lowered his sunglasses and stared very unimpressed into the camera.~

JTG: Ya killin' me, son.

~He lifted his sunglasses back into position.~

JTG: Undertaker? Not gangsta. Go listen to Taylor Swift. CHEAAAA!

~Very proud of himself, he popped his collar~

JTG: And, yo, I'm startin' to figure somethin' out around here, ya dig? In order to be successful you've gotta have a stable. A group. We got The Midnight Gang. We got The Trilogy. Well, I'm gonna start my own group. The most hood group on the planet. Not that I need anybody to help me beat Undertaker. I'll stomp that dude. But a little back up never hurt. So I'm gonna head inside and find out who has enough swag to hang with JTG.

***

The camera cut to A.J. Lee and Kaitlyn discussing something in a hallway. JTG called out very loudly.

JTG: EY YO WHITE HO'S!

A.J. and Kaitlyn slowly turned towards the flashy superstar.

Kaitlyn: Oh my god, not you again....

JTG: My bad, my bad. I mean..how are you doing, white women?

Kaitlyn: Not better.

JTG: Listen. I'm looking to start myself a group. A stable. I need chicks, OK? I got this match with Undertaker. Maybe you two could go out and shake ya asses at him or something, aiiiiight?

A.J. Lee: Undertaker is a zombie. Zombie's, from all of my knowledge, are not really susceptible to that kind of thing. They're dead, ya know? But if you cast Blaze level one through three? SUPER EFFECTIVE. Like BWOOOOSH. And a pack of Undertaker's would probably get you a ton of EXP Points.

JTG: What the HELL is she talkin' about?

Kaitlyn: I have no idea.

JTG: Girl, you wanna come to my hotel?

Kaitlyn: We have to go far, far away forever now.

~Kaitlyn quickly led A.J. away~

JTG: Ya know what? I don't need no broads in this group anyway. BEGONE!

***

~JTG approached a rather tall man with dreadlocks who was standing back in the corner~

JTG: Whoa. Dude. Do you wrestle?

Wocka Flocka Flame: Wocka.

JTG: Uh...

Wocka Flocka Flame: FLOCKA! FLOCKA! FLOCKA! FLOCKA! FLOCKA! FLOCKA!

JTG: ...Nevermind.

~JTG quickly walked off while the man continued to head bang and shake his dreadlocks about~

Wocka Flocka Flame: FLOCKAFLOCKAFLOCKAFLOCKAHFDEUOHHGU@G!!!

***

~JTG was nearly about to round a corner in the arena when he almost ran into Jamilia Craft who had her Sky High Championship title around her waist. JTG looked back at the camera~

JTG: Yo, I know I said I didn't want any chicks but this one has some gold. EY YO GIRL!

~Jamilia quickly stepped backwards.~

JTG: Calm down, calm down. I just wanted to see if you wanted to replace that gold with some ICE. Ya feel me, girl?

Jamilia: I...--

JTG: Wait, wait, wait. How old are you? Are you legal?

Jamilia: I'm twen--

JTG: Nope, nope, nope. You ain't gettin' me on that to catch a predator stuff. Nah.

JTG signaled for the camera to cut.

***

JTG: Ya know? There ain't nobody on this whole roster who is GANGSTA enough to be on a team. Negative swag. I'm gonna put Undertaker's ass six feet under and I don't need anybody's help to do it. CHEEEEEA!

~Fin~