Scene opens up without the normal Watering Hole set up. Instead of the classic small bar and stools, the ring crew has set up two hospital gurney’s, each flanking a table and stool. A clipboard and paper lay on the bed, and two drinks, fixed in beakers, sit on the table. A small banner is across the front of the table front, which read “St. Cactus of the Gauge Hospital”.

Cactus walks over to his stool and picks up a doctor’s coat which was in the back of the table and puts it on, as well as grabbed a mic. Sitting at the stool, he begins to speak to the crowd.

Cactus: Welcome to your most anticipated portion of Turmoil - the Watering Hole!

Crowd pops. A small ‘Saint Cactus’ chant has begun to form.

Cactus motions for the crowd to quiet down.

Cactus: Shhhh. Please, please, lets quiet ourselves. We will wake the other patients.

Cactus reaches over to take a sip from his beaker.

Cactus: Today is a very special Watering Hole, brought to you buy our sponsor - Bandaid.

Cactus flashes the biggest, most fake smile possible; along with places his hands on his hips.

Cactus: We stick to you, but you don’t stick to us.

Cactus: Let’s welcome in our patient today for his checkup with Dr. Cactus; please welcome in your only true Greek of Turmoil - Brayyyy Spurrrr…

Cactus hands Bray a mic and offers him to lay down on the gurney.

Bray: Is that thing clean or do I gotta go steal a chair?

Cactus: Mr. Spur, of course it’s clean. I am about 75% sure of it. I paid Juan handsomely to have it washed. You know, 100 peso’s goes a long way in his country.

Bray: Eh, why the hell not? Just make sure I get a pillow once we’re done.

Cactus: I can do that. I am sure of it.

As Bray gets settled on the gurney, Cactus begins his interview, with his legs crossed and his clipboard in his lap.

Cactus: Bray you were one of the hottest names here in Turmoil, a real mover and shaker who was quickly working your way up and climbing the ladder here. Then, just as quickly as it all came together - you were contemplating retirement. Where is your head right now?

Bray: Retirement? Retirement…. The only thing I contemplating on retiring is Kassidy Hayes when he gets back from his or- I mean gang war on Riot. But, me? Nah nah.

Cactus: Mr. Spur, don’t shoot the messenger, just saying what the rumors are. So, how bad is the injury - are you cleared by the other doctors yet?

Bray: A doctor will tell you no, but I don’t listen to doctors. So, as far as I’m concerned, I am indeed 100% percent ready to get back to kicking people in the face.

Cactus takes out a stethoscope and begins checking to see if it works. He reaches over to hear Brays heart. Bray lifts his shirt, but the stethoscope is cold. Cactus removes and warms it up on his jacket. He places the stethoscope back and checks Bray’s heart. After a few seconds he looks intrigued and writes something on the papers with the clipboard.

Cactus: Did you go to the doctor often grown up, Mr. Spur? Or could you afford insurance?

Bray: Me and doctors didn’t get along very well. Last time I went with Ace, I had a … what do you call it.. Mental breakdown? Nothing major I’m sure.

Cactus: I had a bad experience at a doctor's office once. Lesson learned is to always ask what they need when handed an empty container and told to fill it.

Cactus takes another drink from his beaker.

Cactus: That got real ugly, real quick. I am sure that nurse is still questioning her job choice.

Cactus takes out a thermometer and motions for Bray to lift his arm. Bray reluctantly obliges as Cactus blows on the thermometer to warm it up before placing it under Brays arm.

Cactus: So what’s next for Bray Spur? You mentioned Kassidy Hayes, is he what’s next for you Mr. Spur?

Bray: Before we continue, Mr. Cactus Gauge, please respect the S in my name! Genital James got it wrong and I sent a ninja after him. Not the one on Momentum though, he stinks. But back to your question, as of right now, Kassidy Hayes is not the not the only person on my agenda. If anything, I shouldn’t need to face him again because we’ve fought.. Twice? And I won. TWICE! So Kassie, he’s lucky I’m calm about it now. Once he gets back, it’ll be a different story.

Cactus: I’ll respect the S, good sir, you respect the ‘DR.”. So tell me, can you, or can you not compete in this new Turmoil. The competition has greatly increased, do you think that leg will hold up?

Bray: How many people has Turmoil gotten since I’ve been gone? About no more than five? The new Turmoil is the same as the old Turmoil in my eyes. I come in, I break things, I walk away. Everyone here has a statement to make, I get that. But the fact is, I haven’t even started to go crazy yet! And once I do, this new Turmoil will just be another stomping ground for me.

Cactus removes the thermometer and takes its reading. He then reaches and jots more things on his clipboard.

Cactus: Interesting.

Cactus scratches his head as he reads his notes.

Cactus: That reminds me, Mr. Spur. You know you still owe me.

Bray: And what, mind you, would that be, Mr. Cactus?

Cactus: Before this supposed retirement, you promised me a match. Heal up, because I am ready to cash that in soon.

Bray: Cactus, Cactus, Cactus. Did you not watch me against Parker last week? Despite what he and his boyfriend said, I beat him with his own damn move! I made a mockery of him and his “gang” in one night!

Cactus abruptly looks at Bray confused.

Cactus: How are you a Greek?

Bray: It doesn’t matter how I’m a Greek! I just am! You can thank the boys backstage for that one, although I’ve grown accustomed to it. Being a Greek is fun. You should try it.

Cactus: I like Greek food. Gyro is pretty spectacular. A little labneh and you’re set.

Bray: You should try their soups! I actually didn’t feel like crap after tasting it.

Cactus: Last question for you, patient Spur. Will you continue your great recap show after each Turmoil? I have to be honest, not much is entertaining around this place, but that show does put a smile on my face.

Bray: Good question. It’s been awhile since I’ve done one, hasn’t it? But, rest assured, after tonight, Weekly Greek Jericho is back on and ready to go! And no, I’m not censoring a damn thing. Forget the sponsors!

Cactus: And to that, patient Spur, we can have a drink.

Cactus passes the other beaker over to Bray. Bray takes the beaker and slowly pours it out over the side of the bed as Cactus downs his.

Cactus: After your checkup, Mr. Spur. I give you a passing bill of health. I think you’re a sick freak, but you’ll probably outlive all of us. Maybe. I’d say 50/50 chance.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	It stinks out here...
	RANDY!!!

	I forgot... My bad.
	Tag team action coming up...

Loki & Trance

vs

The Orphanage

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Those four men gave it their all in that ring tonight.
	Blood, Sweat and Tears!!!

Ace is staggering around the backstage area, sweating heavily and trying yo hold in her excitement. She finds her brother's locker room and runs it, slamming the door behind her.

Ace: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-

Bray S. Spur: ACE! What’s up?

Ace: Did you- did you… [clears throat] Did you see me out there tonight!?

Bray S. Spur: As a matter of fact, I did. You pinned the Women’s Champion!

Ace: You’re damn right I did!

Overcome with joy and hyperness, Ace hugs her brother, laughing and giggling like a little girl.

Bray S. Spur: You know what that means, right?

Ace: What!?

Bray S. Spur: Abso-frickin-lutely nothing!

Ace’s smile immediately fades away.

Ace: I- I don’t get it.

Bray S. Spur: You beat the champion. Great job! I'm proud of you! Thing is, Willow and the Backstreet Boys over there couldn’t give a damn. Hell, even the bookers don't give a damn. They just think that was a lucky win from a little punk. You think you’re gonna get awarded a title shot because of it?

Ace: I mean, I would like one-

Bray S. Spur: Incorrect! You don’t go, “I would like one”. Screw that! You beat the champion! By yourself! No help! Nothing! Imagine if that title were on the line out there!

Bray S. Spur: You’re supposed to say, “I DESERVE one!” Don’t be a sissy like the people here think you are!

Ace: Actually, they think I’m a les-

Bray S. Spur: No one cares about that. What they should care about is that you’re the only undefeated superstar on Turmoil right now!

Ace: 3 and 0 ain’t really something to be proud of, Ali.

Bray S. Spur: Believe me, we’ve got people themselves on crappy movies here. Trust me, you’ll-

The door opens and a female production worker p: Excuse me, Bray!

Bray S. Spur: I’m talking to my sister! What!?

Worker: … Your match is next.

Ace: You didn't knock! Not very nice.

Bray sighs and grabs his jacket.

Bray S. Spur: We’ll talk about it later. Come on…

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Did Bray just call his girl a sissy?
	I think that's his sister he just called a SISSY!!!

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