Shane's helicopter lands gently on a sleeping Vincent. Shane steps out, breathes in the fresh summer air, and places his sunglasses over his eyes as he realizes his foot is on his good friend.

Woah... what happened? You ok?

A referee pulls up in a Nissan Skyline GT-R.

Hey, I thought those were illegal in the States?

The ref shrugs and responds: I didn't hear any narrators say we were in the U.S. bub.

An awkward silence commences... We all know what happens NEXT!

Vinnie spasms and KICKS OUT!!


"JESUS dude! I just had a crazy dream where Jenny Myst was trying to sit on my face! She weighed as much as a helicopter! And her vagina smelled like a sports car's exhaust!"


Vinnie looks around, taking it all in.


"Wait a minute... YOU'RE NOT GHOST TANK!!!!"


VINNIE KICKS THE HELL OUT sending Shane and his helicopter into the air! The referee grabs onto Shane's hand and flies up with them like the old man from Up, only with a helicopter and a potato eating homo instead of a house and balloons! Weird!


"No one gets this title until GT mans the fuck up and finally challenges me after all these years. Period."


Vinnie vapes.