As the camera fades in we see a black two-seater Mercedes pull up to what looks to be an abandoned shipping yard.
The door swings open and a black clothed figure steps out. As he stands up we see the black shades and the manly beard of one, Justin Jehst. The Hollywood Mauler grabs the briefcase off the passenger seat and closes the door behind him.
We get a close up of Jehsts face.
Jehst: This looks like a set I worked on once; took me a whole two days to figure out it was a porn shoot... My agent sucked...
He brushes himself off before pulling his hood up and begins walking towards the shipping containers.
Instead of walking right into the yard he finds a ledge to climb onto. Scaling the first part of the overhang he makes his way up on top of a shipping container and begins traversing across until he spots two patrolling guardsmen with pistols.
Jehst: Time to channel your inner action star, Justin...Don’t be scared...what would Jet Li do?
The camera switches to a mid shot of the guards talking as they stroll back to their post. As they walk, a falling sound can be heard as Jehst drops on top of one of them taking him out. The second guard turns to see Jehst and lifts his pistol to fire. Justin flicks his arm up with the briefcase in his hand knocking the gun upwards out of the guards’ hands.
He follows up with a karate front kick and a rolling sole butt knocking the guard backwards into an open container. The guard attempts to get up but Jehst slams the briefcase into his skull knocking him back to the floow. The Piss Taking, Hip Shaking, Wrist Breaking, Justin Jehst kicks the guards gun away before shutting and closing the container door, locking him inside.
Jehst: --- case closed.
The camera shifts to another part of the docks as the sound of the door slamming shut echoes through the yard. Multiple guards look up and around to try and pin point the location of the noise. A voice can be heard off screen before the camera pans around to reveal a blonde female figure dressed in a dark grey corporate pant suit. A red mask covers the base of her face and head like a bandana, sporting a pattern that gives off the look of monster teeth.[/b]
Woman: He’s here! Find him, and bring him to me!
The guards spread out and raise their pistols like a SWAT raid, moving through the yard with tact.
Justin hears the footsteps of the guards and does a Michael Jackson spin to go back first up against the container, staying flat enough to avoid the detection of a couple of guards that run by. After they leave the scene, he turns the corner and begins running. Around the corner he spots two guards coming towards him. They spot the black clothed Jehst and begin to chase.
Justin gets into a kung fu stance and waits for the guards to get closer before parkour bouncing from one container to the other, ending up above two guards and coming down with an elbow drop on one, kipping up to his feet and landing a right body hook followed up with violent swing of the briefcase into the guards jaw, knocking him down.
Jehst:What a head case...
Disposing of these two, Jehst yells out.
Jehst: I know you’re here! Come and fight me like a man!
From behind Jehst comes the voice from the phone; a low, distorted rumble.
Low Distorted Voice: Justin, so glad you could make it.
Justin turns around to see a figure he was not expecting; a slender, attractive woman, though her face covered with the aforementioned half-mask.
Jehst: Wait...what? Who are you?! Where’s Barry?!
The woman takes the voice changer away from her mouth.
Woman: Don’t worry, your second Dad is safe and sound, locked in a container somewhere on this yard.
Jehst: Look lady, I brought the money, now bring Barry out here, NOW!
The woman begins to chuckle.
Woman: So naive, Justin... So trusting...just like your father.
Jehst: You don’t know donkey dick about my Dad, bitch!
Woman: Oh, Justin, but I think I do.
She drops the voice changer and begins to remove the mask, while simultaneously lifting the gun in her other hand. As the mask is slowly removed Justins eyes widen.
Jehst: No...but you...?
The trigger is pulled and a dart pierces Jehsts neck. His eyelids slowly start to flicker and eventually his body succumbs to the tranquiliser.
The scene fades to black.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Man I can't wait for Sunday.
So much is going to go down.
Previously Recorded
Following the meeting with the Dennis and Madison, Seb grabbed his fellow stablemates and ushered them into the next room.
Awaiting them was a pool table and a few coolers filled with beer. Ed stooped down and grabbed a cold can.
Shep: Ah we really shouldn’t be drinking before our matches.
Seb smiled and picked up his own can and cracked it.
Seb: I’m not booked tonight..again...So I can do whatever I like, relax a little Saphire here will take care of you nice like.
A woman entered the room and asked Shep what h’d like Ed began salivating and grabbed his crotch jingling it a little making her a really uncomfortable, Cort upon seeing this took his leave and left. Shep looked confused when she produced a notepad and pen, Ed was disappointed.
Seb: Yea what do you want from the food van? You thought she was a prossie? Hilarious, ah get Shep here a light option, Ed nothing. I’m good on this beer diet.
The woman jotted down the order and left, Seb picked up a pool cue and went to play before noticing Code:Terror stood in the corner only being noticed when a stagehand rushed in and handed Tay a note..
Seb: Shit sorry fellas didn’t think you’d still be ‘ere, so what’s with the note?
Tay read aloud slowly: Tonight you face Corey Ford, it’s up next.
Seb: Perfect, show Dennis and Madison you can take care of this insignificunt little f*ck and I will comp you a night with a bevy of ladies, or men if you’re into that I don’t discriminate. Now go.
Code looked forlorn as he didn’t get an option at a bevy of women but shrugged it of as the pair left. Seb had set up the pool balls and broke. Three solid coloured balls sunk, Seb then missed the fourth. Ed stepped up and sunk each ball with precision before winning the match..
Seb: Well that was ah shitty, here take this.
He handed Ed sixty bucks and sighed as Ed took it with a grin.
Seb: I’ll be winning that back later on buddy.
The door opened once again and the catering woman returned with Sheps light meal option, the scene fades out with Seb racking up for another game of pool….
The camera pans to the announce team.
Is Capo going to pay Lee off.
Austin has enough in his pockets.
Austin Lee vs Capo Genovese
The camera pans to the announce team.
Game over.
No re do's.
The ever talkative Lee attaches his backpack to his suitcase as he begins to quietly exit the locker room, rolling his bag next to him as he sips on a bottle of water. Stretching his neck side to side as he is still recovering from the match against Capo, shaking some of the cobwebs from his head as his conversation with Ashley continues to cloud his mind. Passing his bag and his keys to the awaiting attendant as he awaits his car.
Stacy Clark: Austin before you leave I wanted to quick a word with you
Lee turns his attention to Stacy as she comes walking into frame: About what how I took Capo too lightly and he smacked me upside my head?
Stacy Clark: Was going to ask about the conversation with Ashley Blaine involving B-17. But if you want to start with your match with Capo we certainly can.
Lee: Nothing else to add about it, I don’t want to take anything away from the kid, sorry I mean Capo. He earned that tonight, stood in that ring and took his chance like a man proved that he isn't some goon or a kid for that matter.
Stacy Clark: Assuming that is the reasoning why you shook hands with him after the match.
Lee: It is, he earned that, take all the bullshit out of the picture and Capo proved that given a chance he deserves to be in the center of that ring Certainty doesn’t change the fact he screwed me out of Invictus but I proved tonight what Invictus is about, Unconquerable….
Lee pauses as his Aston Martin approaches as the attendant exits the car leaving the door open for #Austin.
Stacy Clark: With B-17 teaming with CJ and a man you have had problems with your entire time on Turmoil in Bill Ding this coming Sunday, can you comment on the state of Invictus?
Lee heads to the car shutting the door as he rolls the window down as a smile grows across his face: Bastards stick together. Stacy, don’t forget it.
