Scene opens up in the Turmoil Ring. Turmoil balloons are tied to the ring post as well as red and yellow balloons mixed in. In the center of the ring is a small carnaval stand made of wood. Behind the stand is a wall of balloons, with several darts lined up on the stand. Two large stuffed animals stand on each a side of the wooden carnaval stand.

Cactus enters the ring and stands behind the carnaval stand before putting on a small cap with a propeller on the top. He pulls out a small whiskey glass before speaking in the mic.

Cactus: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, friends of all ages - welcome to the Watering Hole, end of the season edition!

Crowd pops with excitement of what is about to take place on the last turmoil of the season.

Cactus: I have a unique set up for the most unique individual in this company, so with a big night ahead of us, let me waste no time.

Cactus: Welcome to the Watering Hole Mr. Loki. You get 3 for $5, 8 for $10. Three hits wins a small prize and 6 hits gets you one of these large stuffed animals.

Loki hands Cactus $10 with excitement about the possibility of winning a stuffed animal. Cactus slides over 5 darts.

Loki: I’m gonna win one for Trance!

Cactus: Good luck my friend, I believe in you.

Cactus sits back for a few sips of his drink as Loki enthusiastically wings the darts at the balloons in front of him. Missing his first two, before hitting 3 in a row.

Cactus: So tell me - what happened to you Loki?

Loki: Que?...Oh. s&*#, marketing. I mean, what?

Cactus: Wait, that whole no english thing is legit?

Cactus: ¿Qué pasa con ese pelo? Quiero decir que tiene que haber algún producto serio en ese país.

Loki looks nervous and whispers under his breath: ...Si.

Cactus gathers the darts back together for Loki’s last 3 throws.

Cactus: Tell me about this tag team championship, which you and your partner hold. How did you guys form such a dominate team?

Loki: Um….butterflies. Yes. Butterflies are the answer.

Cactus: Que?

Loki looks sheepish: Well no one liked me...And I idolized these people but they refused to accept me. So I went butterfly catching and that made me feel SO much better, then Axton Died and I got really involved in The Wire and that was just amazing and then I got sick and ended up searching for answers and I found the answer to be 42. And that just blew my mind. Like blew my mind. Ultimately the Los Santos Buffalo were just horrible in conference play and the hospital I was in didn’t have great cable so I spent a lot of time plotting and planning. That turned out to be a waste of time as I still don’t understand Risk. Simply put, because I don’t want this to turn into a long spiel, Trance was there for me and knows how to make pancakes and those pancakes must have something really great in them because we haven’t lost in a very long time. Like this many time.

Loki holds up 3 fingers and then tosses two more darts.

Cactus: Um...ok…

Cactus: So you only need one more Loki! If you get this next one, you win one of these large stuffed animals! What are you going to do with it?

Loki: Stop car pooling with Trance.

Cactus: Interesting. I need a stronger drink.

Cactus bends down and grabs the whole bottle of peppermint schnapps. Quickly ripping off the top and taking a swig.

Cactus: Whew, that’s better. Not sure I’d make it through this without that. A unique drink for a unique character, such as yourself.

Cactus: So Loki, what are your goals for next season?

Loki: I think it’s time to kill this Bae 17. Trance seems to like him and that is NO BUENO! Trance is mine. B-17 is not chill! Death to BAE!

Loki throws and misses wildly.

Loki: I BLAME BAE!

Cactus: Holy...Um..

Cactus: I mean, ah, darn it!

Cactus swings his arm downward and snaps his fingers.

Cactus: I have always been told you can never win these games. I am actually kinda shocked.

Cactus: Losing sucks, doesn't it Loki?

Cactus: I can’t seem to win anything lately. Winning has avoided me Loki. I am off my game and like you, out of my mind. I’ve lost my passion, my drive and my focus. I’ve gotten caught up in the show and the club and I’ve gotten myself in a funk. Losing sucks Loki, losing sucks.

Cactus takes another swig of schnapps.

Loki backs away from Cactus, looking confusingly at him.

Cactus: Ok, sorry, I am back.

Cactus winks at Loki.

Loki: Something in your eye? Let me get it for you.

Loki begins to climb towards Cactus but Cactus quickly deflects him back to his side.

Cactus: I tell you what Captain Weird, I like you. You just take either one of them. My treat to the champ.

Cactus: As a matter of fact, take them both, you’ve got a tag partner so he’ll need one.

Loki: Oooooo. I will take the unicorn and um...that...thing...um the one way up there.

Cactus: The dog?

Loki: Yeah! That one!

Cactus: Jack had a dog once. Great story that we'll save for another day.

Cactus: Ladies and Gentleman of Turmoil, give it up for one half of your tag team champions - Loki!

Crowd pops for Loki. As Loki exits, Cactus doesn’t exit with him. Instead Cactus walks to the center of the ring and removes his funny carnie hat.

Cactus: We’re not done yet folks. It’s the last show of the year. We can’t end that way!

Cactus: It’s been one hell of a season here in Turmoil and I’ve gotta admit - I’ve enjoyed the hell of out it.

Cactus: From the people in that locker room, well most of them any ways, to the amazing people who come out to see us; I’ve been accepted with open arms.

Cactus: It’s had its rough moments. It hasn’t all be peaches and cream, but I earned my respect here.

Cactus: It has never been said, but from Jack to Sophia, hell, even B17 - I’ve had the very best teachers teaching me the ropes here.

Cactus: Dennis, you’re one hell of a champion and the best damn wrestler I’ve ever seen. It’s an honor to have you as our champion.

Cactus: It’s also been an honor to have you all accept the watering hole and to perform in this ring week in and week out.

Cactus: Yet, tonight on the last show of the season...

Cactus: Hell, for the last few weeks, the hardest working man on this show gets zero bookings.

Cactus: Alex and Skwad, you won’t book me? Still treating me as a rookie? Bumping me for your damn Riot friends to come over and be on two shows?

Cactus: Yet men like Bray S. Spur and myself get left to find our own scraps?

Cactus: HOW DARE YOU!

Cactus: Men like Bray Spur are the heart and soul of this company. We bleed for Turmoil and we give our all for these fans.

Cactus: So whether it’s the schnapps giving me the courage or the fact I am sick of being treated this way, if you want me to fight for my own, I will.

Cactus turns towards the ramp, visibly angry about not being booked again.

Cactus: Bray S. Spur, you and I have had some great times in the past. I’ve watched you battled and fight and claw your way in this company. Even when being held down by leadership.

Cactus: It would be my honor, no - my privilege, if you would come out to this ring right now and give me a match.

Cactus: Alex doesn’t want to give us a booking on the last Turmoil of the season? Then I say we burn the house down and do it ourselves. What do you say Bray?

Cactus drops the mic and leans back on the ropes, awaiting the answer.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Looks like a match might be on the way.
	Cactus laying down the law here tonight.

	Bray is making his way out.
	That means we have a match.

Cactus

vs

Bray S.Spur

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Now we got Turmoil throwing it all out there tonight.
	The competition is on now.

The scene opens in the Women’s locker room where Sophia is seen sitting back relaxing on the sofa. Thanks to receiving Willow’s corner brain buster on exposed turnbuckle at September 2 Remember, Sophia was still feeling the effects as she carefully adjusted the bandage on her head. In an effort to get as much rest as possible for her match tonight, she lays back on the sofa, props her arms up and closes her eyes. Just as she is about to drift off for a nap, she hears a cell phone ring.

--RING RING- RING RING- RING RING--

Sophia groans: Ughh come onnn…

After a moment, the ringing stops.

Sophia: Ah, finally.

Sophia rests the back of her hand on her forehead and attempts to drift off again.

--RING RING- RING RING- RING RING--

Sophia sits up, frustrated.

Sophia: What the hell?? Ughhh where are you, phone.

She gets up from the couch and tries to figure out where the ringing is coming from. She follows the sound to the other side of the locker room when something in the corner catches her eye.

Sophia stops for a moment as she peers at the corner, before walking over to check it out. The camera pans to the corner where an open duffel bag sits with some clothes strewn about on top of it. She kneels down and pick up the article of clothing that sits at the top of the pile.

The camera zooms in to what Sophia is holding up in her hands- the Dia de los Muertos Sugar Skull mask. She grips it tightly as her frustration rises. The season she's had- the highs, the lows, the backstabbing and most of all- the constant attacks.

Sophia touches the skull decal on the face of the mask, and is reminded of her first nemesis- Pain. The behemoth of a woman that almost ruined her career before she could start. Now Willow, someone she once considered a friend, only to turn on her and nearly take her out.

Sophia's face turns bright red. She feels a wave of anger and frustration wash over her. She closes her eyes and begins to remember…..

Holding her head, she grimaces as she stands up quickly. She pauses for a moment, still gripping the mask in her hands.

Sophia: F**k this!

Sophia walks out of camera view as the scene fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I never seen that look on Sophia before.
	Everyone in the back better stay clear.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	You show that kid KD. What a great role model that man is. His kids have got to be proud.
	There is only one K.Dangelo.

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