Camera fades into the back. #Austin Lee seated in front of the camera his head tilted down as he doesn’t acknowledge the camera as he begins to speak slowly.

#Austin Lee: Cactus….Cactus…..Cactus…..

#Austin Lee: You seem to be failing to grasp the big picture of what is truly going on here…..

#Austin slowly raises his head up smiling into the camera as he continues to speak.

#Austin Lee: You think that playing to these people, going out every night entertaining these sheep will make you matter in this world. You are nothing more then a cheap song and dance who comes out here pretending like you actually are worth the oxygen you are wasting….. much like these disrespectful stupid sheep in the attendance tonight who will boo me and pout on their social media because my words hurt their feels…..

#Austin Lee: Tonight Cactus though for once in your life you have everything you could ever dream for as everyone in this arena will be cheering for you to beat me and to do something many of these fools wish they could do and shut me up….

#Austin Lee: But do not get it twisted tonight they aren’t cheering for you, they are cheering because they hate me. These people do not love or care about you Cactus, you are nothing more then someone for them to live out a dream through and to get in this ring with me. But this is no dream Cactus…… This is a nightmare and tonight you will experience it first hand as I lay your shoulders flat on that canvas….

#Austin Lee: When the officials hand hits the canvas for the first time cactus you will remember you just let them all down the second time you will tell yourself to keep fighting for them…..

#Austin Lee: And when the official slaps that canvas for a third and final time and I stand over you with your hand raise you will feel these sheep turn on you as you failed them. Just like you failed them when you fought B-17….

#Austin Lee: That’s all it takes Cactus 1…..2…..3…. And my words will come true about what these sheep really are…. The writing is on the wall Cactus…….You love these people and tonight I will take that from you…..

#Austin Lee: You have fallen to the Cancer and you will fall to the #Influence… Big buddy hope your watching tonight have something special planed just for you stay close by.

#Austin Lee winks at the camera before slowly lowering his head back down as it fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	It's getting quite personal here between those two.
	Hopefully Cactus can turn his look around tonight.

	It's now time for another Hardcore division match.
	Wrex was looking for a bigger challange and boy did he get it as he fights the Butcher next.

(Hardcore Division/Falls Count Anywhere!)

The Butcher

vs

Wrex

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That was one hell of a battle.
	Two stars in the making for sure.

The fuel efficient Ford Fusion screeches into the parking lot of the Turmoil arena and comes to a halt as the driver, Eerie Sunshine, slams on the breaks after approaching the building entrance. Sophia steps out with her baggage in tow and leans into the driver’s seat window. She gives Eerie a fistbump and an ‘airbump’ to Anna Mosity, who is passed out in the passenger seat.

Sophia: Guess she catching up on all that sleep she probably couldn't get in the joint, huh?

Eerie: Naw it's gotta be all this crisp, fresh air… All this clean oxygen in her lungs is no good!

Eerie: Anyway dirt button, here ya are. I gotta hurry and get Anna some whiskey so she can wake up. Deuces!

The Ford squeals out of the parking lot as Sophia makes her way inside. She runs into Madison who had her camera phone at the ready. Sophia looks annoyed as Madison waves the phone in her face.

Madison: This new Facebook live thing is the craze among urbanites and teen moms. Hey, Sophia!

Sophia rolls her eyes trying to pass by Madison.

Sophia: Not in the mood, blondie. Gotta catch up with everyone. I haven't had much reception the past few days.

Madison: But your fans want to experience the revelation with you! Don't deny them.

Sophia looks to the lens then back to Madison.

Sophia: You and Dennis hold hands or something? Try a new hair product?

Madison: No, but, Versus isn't holding on to ‘anything’.

Sophia: What?

Madison: He passed away, Sophia.

Madison’s camera zooms in on the bag that Sophia just dropped. She then returns her attention to Sophia. Sophia stares blankly at Madison.

Sophia: What do you mean he passed away?!

Madison: As you ethnic people would say, ‘He dead, B’.

Sophia: This isn't funny.

Madison: It isn't. Sad, actually. Leon pulled the plug. Oddly enough, right before he expired, he said you were like a daughter to him. I'm glad he was blissfully unaware you were out partying while he was being murdered..allegedly, of course.

Madison: See for yourself… Google it right now, you'll see the announcement.

Sophia checks her phone. She begins to scroll and scroll. Her face gets redder by the second.

Sophia: I just… I just… I can't.

Madison shoots her an “I told you so” glance as she crosses her arms. Sophia slowly looks up from her phone.

Sophia: YOU.

Sophia slams her hand against the wall just past Madison's head.

Sophia: Did you have something to do with this?? You were ALWAYS trying to break everything up!! Pulling your little f**king strings!! Sticking your grimy hands so far up people's asses like the puppet master you are.

Madison: Penetration, giving or receiving frightens me, Sophia. I would never. And besides...I was here mourning with everyone else, like a good member. Unlike you.

Sophia: ‘Unlike me’... Don't give me that guilt trip sh*t. Everyone else knows that had I actually known what's been going on, I would have made a point to be here by everyone's side, especially Versus.

Sophia: Clearly you're still a little touched in the head. Shall I go get you an extended stay pass back at the looney bin??

Sophia stops herself quickly and holds her hand up in Madison's face.

Sophia: Actually you know what? I don't have time for this bullsh*t, and especially not for you. My Betty Ford bish Eerie is gonna take care of your ass on Sunday anyways. I just…. Ughhhhhh.

Sophia grabs her things and storms off, heavy hearted.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I still love you SOPHIA!!!
	...

Oh, Death, oh Death, Oh Death,
Won’t you spare me over til another year…

B-17 stepped slowly from behind the curtain and stalked down the ramp. Rolling into the ring he didn’t waste any time before speaking.

B-17: Hope. Dangerous thing.

B-17 contemplates his next words while itching his nose.

B-17: I was gone for one week and you just had to find hope. Of course it had to be the stubborn, won’t succumb to his fate, Cactus.

The crowd pops for Cactus.

B-17: And of course of all hopeless relics of a forgotten Turmoil, Cactus had to dig up Jimmy Flake Henry.

The crowd roars in approval.

Crowd: Jimmy! Jimmy! Jimmy!

B-17 pops the mic with his hand to create an audio blast.

B-17: Shut up.

B-17: I’d like for all of you *B-17 points at the crowd* to consider the dangers of cheering so loudly for your favorites. I have ears. I can hear it from the back...Cactus...Cactus...Cactus. Every now and then I hear you shout...NOT CHILL! And every so often a few Zhi-Va-GOOOOOO. And I have eyes. I can see the Wrex shirts and I sense the optimistic Hudsy giving you reason to believe.

B-17 paces the ring while the crowd indulges in a few Zhi-Va-GOOOs.

B-17 tears at his hair and paces the ring as the fans continue to shout for the faces of Turmoil: THEIR GONNA DIE! You’re just creating targets. For me!

B-17: I have a message for Jimmy, for Jimmy specifically. He who panders to you. I have a message for the plucky underdog. If you continue to waste time to get people to love you. You will end up the most popular dead men on Turmoil... This is not the Turmoil you left behind. This is not The Bingo who smiles. You won't find him. He's dead...Cancer kills.

B-17 tosses aside the mic and leaves while the crowd showers him with boos.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Cancer doesn't always kill.
	Someone might find a cure soon.

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