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“They wouldn’t take it?” Nick assumed.

“We try and do something nice for someone for our own benefit and they don’t even appreciate it. What the fuck is this world coming to!?” Jalie spat in frustration. “How’d you do with Nike?”

“Not going for it.” Nick told her.

“Reebok?”

“Nope.”

“Gatorade!?”

“Nada.”

“God dammit!” Jalie slammed her fist on the table. “So much for that idea…” The front door was heard closing and Seth strolled into the kitchen.

“Hey babe, how’d things go with the companies?” Seth inquired.

“Shitty. Nobody went for it. How’d things go at the station?

“Well…” Seth began. “They had all the kids down there to confirm that Jay had sold them spiked lemonade.”

“And?” Jalie urged.

“They denied it.”

“Really?” Jalie sounded surprised.

“Yeah. Jay told them he’d keep selling it to them if they denied everything.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. Where is he?” Jalie asked.

“Selling the kids some more lemonade.” Seth told her. He walked over and sat in the chair next to Jalie and gave her a kiss.

“Before I forget, the TV station called earlier. They said you can go in whenever you’re ready.” Jalie told him.

“Perfect. This should air shortly before Revenge.” Seth noted. He grabbed the phone and started to dial a number. The scene switched over to the green room of the local TV station.

“Alright, you know what footage to play and when, right?” Seth confirmed.

“I got it. Everything should go smoothly. The station worker told him.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Seth rubbed his hands together in excitement. He walked over to the green screen and was handed a mic by one of the staff.

“You’re good in five, four, three…” He continued counting down with his fingers then pointed to Seth.

“Hello AWA views, this is Seth Thomas reporting. My purpose here today is to travel around to different countries and see what the scoop is with “Old School. My first stop will be Japan.

The green screen came to life with an old Godzilla movie. A small Japanese man walked up beside Seth.

“What’s you’re name, sir?” Seth asked the man.

“Mitsubishi, Subaru” The man answered.

“Well, I’m here with Mr. Subaru Mitsubishi right in the heart of Japan. Tell me Mr. Mitsubishi, are you a fan of professional wrestling?

“Yes I am.”

“You’ve been a fan for years, haven’t you?”

“Correct.”

“Old School.” Seth said abruptly.

“Excuse me?”

“Old School. Does it ring a bell?”

“Uh, no.” The man looked confused.

“Great, moving along.” Seth pushed the man off screen. “Now we make our stop north of the US border in my home country of Canada.” The picture switches to a snow storm. A man in a huge parka walked up to Seth.

“And what is your name?” Seth asked.

“Michael Freezerburnt” The man replied.

“Okay Michael, are you a fan of professional wrestling?”

“You bet, eh?”

“Great. Old school.”

“What?” Michael asked confused as well.

“Exactly.” Seth shoved him out of the way. The screen turned to a wide open desert with a mariachi band playing in the middle of it.

“Our final stop is here in Mexico.” Seth announced. A man wearing an overly large sombrero and a poncho walks on screen.

“Dare I ask what your name is?” Seth asked.

“Jose Quervo de la Taco Bell.” The man proudly stated.

“Well Senor… Bell, do you like professional wrestling?”

“Si, Senor.”

“Have you heard of a man named “Old School”?”

“Eh, no senor.”

“Wonderful. Thank you for your time.” Again Seth shoved the man out of the picture.

“Well, I have come to the conclusion that “Old School” just isn’t quite the household name that it‘s claimed it is. This is Seth Thomas, signing out.” The cameraman cuts the feed.

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