The camera pans to the announce team.

	Just like that, we have another match for tonight.
	We're not going to want to miss that one.

The scene opens up in the dank under hive of Terminal 5 in a musty smelling corridor. two men could be seen shining flash lights over the slime covered walls as they approached a busted down door.

The pair got closer to the room, the light of their torches lighting the small corridor and revealing the men to be Corey Ford and Little L of the Orphanage.

LL: This place looks like it hasn't been used for years.

Corey: I think Austin Lee and Sid Harrison called this place home for a while last year.

Little L pushed the door open and it fell off its hinges crashing to the floor, both clowns jumped because of the sudden burst of noise.

Corey shook L off and walked into the room, he shone his torch over the wall looking for a light switch. A yelp from Little L caused Corey to spin on the spot to see L laying in a heap on the ground.

LL: Don't worry about me I tripped on something crunchy..

L's light shone on a few bits of broken hover board, the rest of it were scattered throughout the room. He picked himself up before continuing.

LL: Do you think this will work? Like we can get him back good and ready?

Corey's brow furrowed in concentration as he brushed Little L's question aside. He started prodding some garbage with his foot.

Corey: The hot tub there has it got water in it?

Little L walked up to the hot tub and started pawing the algified water, he turned and gave a thumbs up to Corey.

Corey: Dude don't touch it, it's got something dead in it.

L retracted his hand shaking the filth from it, turning to face Corey.

LL: This stuff burns man, what did those guys do in here?

Corey: I dunno man, look Jett is due to give us our answer tonight so why don't we hang out down here until then.

L started to rummage around in his bag pulling out his phone and a tennis ball.

LL: Ah dude, we got a problem.

Corey: Like a we're not meant to be here problem or what?

LL: It's breaking news from the locker room, Jett Draven has been suspended for failing something.

Corey: Oh what for real? Corey kicked the side of the hot tub in frustration: That's unfortunate, what are we gonna do now?

LL: Play some down ball.

The pair cleared some space away from the far wall and began throwing the ball against it as the scene fades out...

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Bad night for Jett.
	Yep, what you get for being a numpty!

	Up next Devin Frye makes his debut.
	Looks like he's taking on Jackie.

Jackie

vs

Devin Frye

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He got all of that.
	The crowd is electric.

Tony had a simple job. Hand him a ticket and he scanned it. Next person. Hand him a ticket. Scan. Next. Ticket. Scan. Next.

It was a simple job for a simple man. He had a wife and kids. Scanning tickets paid the bills. But it was incredibly boring. There were benefits, he got to meet all the OCW talent. And believe it or not, not all of them were dicks. Sophia in particular was very kind. Dennis was mostly aloof. Sham was odd, and The Butcher was scary.

Besides of the OCW talent, overall it was a nice gig. Once or twice he had even been flashed by optimistic fat girls hopeful of meeting Dustin White.

On occasion he had been required to hand out promotional material, but he had never been requested to pass out promotional material by a wrestler before. But he didn’t dare argue the request.

Tony: Thank you. Please take this public safety brochure provided by B-17.

He then would hand it over to a customer. The results were varied. Some customers would peer at it, go wide eyed and walk away stunned. A few of the more morbid giggled, but this dummy...this dummy with his little boy...he was irate.

Likely unemployed father: Is this a joke! This is unacceptable! How can you have allowed the state of Turmoil to get this bad!

Tony was silent and fixed his stare on the man in front of him.

Likely drives a Prius: I’m going to take my money else where! Do you have a manager I could speak with? I demand a refund!

Tony sighed. This had happened once before tonight and it had not ended well before, but he had strict orders: Sure sir, right this way.

Millennial father: Thank you, I will be sure to give you a good review on Ye--

*CANCER KILLS!* Out of nowhere!

B-17 struck before anyone could react. The father hit the floor unconscious. The young boy was too dumbstruck to respond and instead bounced his eyes from his formerly irate father to the currently irate B-17.

B-17 turns to queued crowd: ANYONE ELSE WANT TO IGNORE MY PUBLIC SAFETY MESSAGE!

There was quite a few loud “no’s” and much shaking of heads.

B-17 watched as security dragged the idiot away with his son split between shock and excitement still not talking but bouncing wildly and pointing at B-17.

#Austin Lee: #BoomHeadShot.

Lee came walking behind B-17 with Sid not far behind.

B-17: Lee, you seem to have a tumor.

Bingo pointed at Sid with his middle finger then turned it upward.

Sid: Yet look at the size of that nose. Finish you public service announcement we need to focus on #Austin in the main event.

As the lines started moving again the arguing superstars were given a wide berth.

Random Scottish fan: HEY! AUSTIN LEE! Can I get an autograph?

#Austin Lee turned slowly to the fan who shouted at him: Who the….Why are you yelling you stupid sheep… don't speak directly to me ever again.

Obviously this was still not real to him, dammit, and he kept moving forward with a goofy smile.

#Austin Lee: What jersey are you wearing?

The fan had come running up excited, but slowed when asked about his jersey.

Loser Scottish Fan: Um...it’s a Rangers FC… I even got Wrex on the back to support him..

#Austin turns the fan around so we can see the back of the Rangers Kit. #Austin shakes his head as the fan turns around facing #Austin as he tries to hand #Austin his program to sign.

#Austin connects with a STUN GUN FROM OUT OF NOWHERE: #Get Wrecked Kid!!!

Sid: See what you caused B. It's your fault we are out here for your stupid cancer ideas…Sid begins to play crowd control and clears a path for #Austin Lee to escape.

B-17: Hold up, Sid.

B-17 picked up a pamphlet that had been discarded and handed it to Sid: For your safety.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I guess I am going to die then.
	Yep. Cancer kills.

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