Zeb
And what are you!?
Swagger
A REAL American!
Zeb
That's right, now you're going to go out to that ring and show that washed up has been, Hulk Hogan, just what it means to be a REAL American! You're going to send that want-to-be American, Chris Jericho back over the border where he belongs! You're going to teach Randy Savage that it's not okay to-
Zeb's speech is cut short as he stops dead in his tracks. Jack looks at him confusingly before staring down at the floor where an unconscious body lays propped up against a supply crate. It's Johnny Curtis, the man who was attacked earlier in the show by Austin Aries. Zeb looks at Jack, his eyes wide open. There's a long pause before Swagger moves over to Curtis' side, looking him over. He lifts Johnny's arm up into the air, then releases it and it falls back down to his side. He then proceeds to gently slap Johnny across the face, nothing. Jack looks up at Zeb and laughs as he smacks the Intercontinental Champion a second time.
Swagger
He's out like a light.
The all American-American stands up and puts his hands on his hips, letting out a small sigh.
Swagger
I wonder what happened to him.
Zeb makes his way over to Jack, twirling his mustache in deep thought. He himself then crouches down next to Johnny, picking up the cold Intercontinental Championship and examining it.
Zeb
Hmmm . . .
Zeb stands up, handing the title to Jack who flings it over his right shoulder.
Zeb
We can't pass up an opportunity like this, Jack. We need to get this boy back to your locker room, now.
Jack cocks his head sideways, squinting his eyes.
Zeb
Not like that! NOT LIKE THAT. Just- just hand me the championship and pick the boy up, would ya?
Swagger shrugs as Zeb takes the championship title from his hands. He then bends down, hoisting Johnny's body over his shoulder. Coulter leads the way as the two march off down the hallway, Curtis' arms flailing through the air.
(Promo closed.)
