#Austin Lee: What the #hell are you doing? What the #shit is that? What the #f**k is going on?

#Austin Lee had walked into the Invictus locker room fully intent on relaxing before his match with Joe tonight, instead he found B-17 sitting at the card table in semi darkness with a disgusting jar sitting next to him.

B-17: These are cockroaches.

#Austin Lee: I can see that! What the hell are they doing here?

B-17: Come closer, Lee.

#Austin Lee: I need new friends…. Where is Sid?

B-17: Don’t they remind you of anyone?

Lee just looked at B-17 incredulously. B-17 picks up the jar with a disgusting clink of cockroaches on glass and brought it over to Lee.

B-17: It’s the Scottish League! You can stomp them! You can burn them! You can decapitate them and they won’t die!

B-17’s nostrils flared and his voice became high: They won’t die! Like these diseased pest they continue to crawl back! They won’t die. So i figured, why not study them? Hm? Observe them, these scuttling filth. Do you know what I learned, Lee?

#Austin Lee picks up his cellphone and hits dial as he calls Sid doing whatever he can to avoid this conversation with B-17.

B-17: The Scottish League are much worse than cockroaches...These cockroaches are beautiful...they’re survivors, simplified evolution of perfection. The League is not. They won’t evolve, they will continue to be the bottom of the food chain and we will continue to smash them, because they are single celled organisms, stupid and and insignificant.

#Austin Lee turning his back to the jar of Scottish League as he waits for Sid Harrison: For real get that jar away from me or I will kick you straight in the balls.

#Austin begins to start talking on the phone but is interrupted by the sounds of yelling coming through the phone. Causing #Austin to pull the phone from his ear as OCW broadcast hits the censor button as long audible beep begins to play over Drunk Sid Harrison yelling.

#Austin reluctantly hangs the phone up giving into the lesser of two evils as he sighs and begins talking to B-17 again.

B-17: It’s an epiphany, Lee. Even Seb. He won’t die, they just won’t die. And they are so petty, just look at Jimmy vs. Cactus! Cockroaches don’t eat each other on instinct! But Jimmy and Cactus, they are so consumed for a burning desire that they are gonna destroy each other tonight! Wonderful!

#Austin Lee: After tonight B, there is no more need to study or waste brain capacity on the filth that is the Scottish League.

#Austin Lee: We have proven to them and those sheep and the audience they are not able to stand with Invictus.

#Austin Lee: Invictus is the past, present and future of Turmoil. Rather these sheep want to believe it or not we are the ones bringing them to the shows every week. Doesn't matter if they are the ones who want to see someone try to stand to us or if the are one of the few Woke members of the Turmoil universe who stand with Invictus.

#Austin Lee: We hold this universe in the palm of our hands. We can crush this place or be the ones responsible for what it will become.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Can they pull it off tonight?
	Who knows what's going to happen.

	Well our first future investment qualifier match is coming up in just a moment. Bray, Wrex and Dustin get a chance to go to Wrestlution.
	Who is going to be the first man going into this match? It's time to find out.

(Future Investment Qualifier Match!)

Wrex

vs

Bray

vs

Dustin White

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He did it, he's going to Wrestlution.
	He's got to be happy with that win.

Graham Hatton: This is illegal!

Chase Hatton: Only if we get caught.

Graham: Caught! Caught! We are going to hell for this.

Chase: Look, we have to pay our respects. It’s our fault.

Surrounding the Hattons are gravestones and crosses. The overgrown grass swayed gently in the cool night breeze. It was a chilling experience, yet Chase seemed oddly calm digging a grave thought Graham.

Graham: Only 40 percent…

Chase: Just get a shovel!

Graham obliges and grabs a spade. He joins his brother in the shallow grave that he had already dug. He places the flashlight he had been holding off to the side. The beam illuminated the nearby Tombstone.

Graham strained his eyes to read it. He had to do a double take.

Greg Hatton. I’ve made a few bad choices in my life, but this one really put me in a hole. 1967-1994.

Graham point it out to his brother: Seems like a bit of foreshadowing, doesn’t it.

Chase: It says Greg Hoffman. Learn to read.

Graham: Oh, yeah it does.

They dug in silence for a bit before Graham started humming.

Hm. Hm hm. Hm. Hm hm hm..

Chase: Is that f**king B-17’s theme music?

Graham: No, no. Listen closely.

Graham started humming again until his brother broke into a smile and nodded his head.

Chase: It’s a hard-knock life for us. It’s a hard-knock life for us.

Graham: ‘Stead of treated.

Chase: We get tricked.

Graham: ‘Stead of kisses.

Chase: We get kicked.

Both: It’s a hard-knock life. Got no folks to speak of, so, it’s the hard-knock row we hoe.

Chase starts giggling.

Graham: Um, you’re ruining the moment.

Chase: We said hoe!

Both men burst out laughing, using their spades to stay upright.

Graham: Alright, we got to be deep enough.

Chase: That’s what she said!

Both men double up with laughter again. Finally they manage to crawl out of the shallow grave.

Chase: Drop it in.

Graham dug in a nearby backpack and pulled out a small wrapped up item: Waste of $100.

Graham unwrapped the item and tossed into the grave.

With a soft thud a very familiar (as if it had played a major plot point in a 1993 blockbuster) small stone of amber with mosquito trapped inside came to rest.

Chase: Do you think people will get the symbolism?

Graham: One person will.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	These guys are so dumb.
	Why you always got to pick on the Hatton brothers?

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