As Invictus saunter about the ring, an unusual sound meet their ears. Cheers rain down upon them. Overwhelmed by the support of the crowd, Invictus soaks in the admiration that has often eluded them. It almost seemed the start of a poor joke. The Walking embodiment of Trust fund/Touch me and my daddy will sue,A Satanist, a fired, recently homeless, Last Action Hero, and leader of Invictus, #Austin Lee. 

Crowd: THANK YOU, INVICTUS! THANK YOU, INVICTUS! 

Trance goes to interrupt the crowd first. 

Trance: Your souls belong to m----

#Austin Lee slaps the mic away from Trance before he can finish. 

B17 sensing an opportunity to get a word in, stoops to pick up the mic. 

B17: It was consentu---

#Austin slaps the mic away from Bingo, and quickly picks it up before Trance and try again. 

#Austin: You both suck at this good guy thing. Let me handle this talking thing before one of you get us kicked off the air. 

#Austin turns to the crowd clearing his throat but is interrupted by Jacob Trance.

Trance: I came back with the sole purpose of snuffing out the bubonic plague from this show, the show that I started with the help of Satan for all of you proms in the audience.

#Austin lets out a sigh as he pauses for the cheap pop from the crowd.

#Austin: Yes yes hail Satan for this evil creation that is in fact Turmoil…. But unless you have been living under a rock.

B17: You mean cardboard box?

#Austin pauses looking down at the mat gathering his thoughts for a second: But the fact of the matter is this we didn't lose a damn thing. 

#Austin: In my eyes Turmoil has always belonged to #Invictus and now it's proven as we are the last ones standing.

Trance looks around at the gang of misfits that have gathered in the ring, knowing full well none of them have anything in common.

He coughs and motions for the mic. Austin hands it over warily. 

Trance: The man to my right, and the man to my to my left are who I choose to fight with because I've fought with and against them. Which begs the question….

He turns to B-17.

Trance: What do we fight against now?

He turns back to Lee.

Trance: The way I see it… We’re the last faction standing.

B-17: The last faction heroes! 

Archer: You were fired from that! 

B17 produces a small container of cream: The cream ris--- 

Austin slaps the cream away. 

#Austin: What we fight for is to maintain our land. We will defend Turmoil from any enemy foreign or domestic…

#Austin points to the stage: That goes for any of you in the back who are brave enough to step up to us.

#Austin points to the hard camera: And for damn sure goes for any of you over on riot who want step up. I don't care if you claim you are the new ambition, The Old country or the trash gods. This place belongs to #Invictus and I recommend for each and everyone of your livelihoods you don't #Fuck with #Invictus good nature.

#Austin: Now to Mr Salmon Coat….You did what you have to and it is what it is, But next time before you step foot in #Invictus country I suggest you pick up that phone and call me to make sure it's safe for you. This isn't your world over here, This has and forever belonged to #Invictus….

Archer: Rents due everyday boys… Consider your notice… Served.

#Invictus stands as one inside the ring as the camera fades to black.

***

The camera goes backstage and you see CJ O’Donnell walking backstage and he is just a happy go lucky fella. Shaking hands with referees, saying hi to the ring crew and smiling at anyone backstage that comes in his eyesight. 

CJ: Great job everyone is doing tonight. 

CJ turns around and starts to walk backwards when it happens he bumps into someone.

CJ: Sugar … Honey … Ice … Tea. 

As CJ turns around he sees the person he bumped into is Cozz. Cozz looks disgusted and pissed off. 

CJ: That was a complete accident Cozz. It had nothing to do with me retaliating for you not shaking my hand after our match last week. 

Cozz: No No No 

Cozz Whispers under his breath, annoyed and staring straight past CJ. O'Donnell looks over his shoulder to see who Cozz is staring at but no one is behind him. 

CJ: Are you feeling alright Cozz. You have this weird look in your eyes. Maybe you should see the doctor?

CJ looks at Cozz with a bewildered look on his face. 

Cozz[: Going Home.

Cozz muttering to himself as he slowly walks towards the parking lot. CJ shrugs his shoulder and continues walking down the hallway.

CJ: I swear this has been an episode of the twilight zone. I have a Guido try to check out my junk in the bathroom. Once again I step up to the plate and come up short in the ring. And now it looks like Cozz has completely lost it. Can things get any weirder here?

We fade out.

***

The scene opens in the Jehst Cave with Justin sitting on a computer chair. He watches the main monitor with his headset on.


Jehst: Now, now, Mumma Jehst, let’s see if I can’t find your operation...


He begins inputting commands into the computer system. A spectral map appears on the monitor, shifting, zooming in, swivelling, etc, as he presses different keys. He finds the warehouse location they were held in only a couple of weeks ago in which they only narrowly escaped.


Jehst: Aha! Ok now…let’s see if I can zoom in.


Justin manages to get close enough to see from the perimeter of the fence line. In a green filtered, night vision view, Jehst watches. He sits for a moment, panning the view sideways until coming across a truck parked in the lot. There are several guards escorting people into the back of the truck, one-by-one.


Jehst: What in the blue Bob Saget is going on here?!


He continues to watch the loading of humans into the truck, each wearing a white jump suit and black sacks over their heads.


Jehst: This is definitely not a party bus… Wait, what does that say?


He manoeuvres the camera to see the side of the truck which reads “ProPharma”. As he zooms back out he notices his mother speaking to a guard, who nods and motions to the other guards to load the remaining people into the truck. Once the final captives are loaded, two guards enter the vehicles cab and begin to drive off the lot.


Jehst: You’re not escaping that easily! “Gregory” - - -


Justin looks over his shoulder to Barry.


Jehst: - - -That’s what I call my spy cam now.


Barry lifts his eyebrows unimpressed.


Jesht: “GREGORY” - track the truck, don’t let it out of your sight! We’ll see where they’re taking these people.


Jehst removes his head set, rests them on his shoulders around his neck, and puts an empty glass up to his lips not realising there was nothing in it. He pulls it away from his mouth and looks at it quizzically.


Jehst: Barry! I’m gonna need more chocolate milk!

Barry:One moment, Master Jehst.


Barry rushes to the desk and begins topping up Justin’s glass with premium chocolate milk.


Jehst: You’re a good man, Barry! Now let’s sit back and see where “Gregory” takes us.


The scene fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	They say they run this place.
	Let us see.

Invictus vs The Young Drakes

The camera pans to the announce team.

	It's done.
	He's gonna feel that for a while.

The scene opens with Capo entering the Men’s Employee only Restroom backstage at Turmoil 193. There are 2 stalls...One tall and One short…. CJ turns and sees Capo enter the restroom so he quickly jumps on the taller stall. The towering Capo walks over to the midget stall a little irritated and his Male “EGO” slightly insulted.

CJ gives Capo a head nod out of respect to MAN LAW PENAL CODE #41: Thou shall not speak to another man at the urinal with your pecker out. 

Capo nods back….Then suddenly, piss noises start to fill the room. CJ, who had a long night at the bar is pissing like a fire truck. 

Disclaimer: Something that is unspoken about in the inner deep thoughts of man is the sound in which their piss makes when hitting the urinal or toilet walls. Smaller sounds indicate smaller genitalia while larger sounds mean larger genitals. 

Capo’s ego starts to kick in and he decides he is going to show CJ up. Capo starts to aim his piss onto the plastic urinal pad so that the splash makes a larger impact. 

CJ, notices the louder ambient gold stream coming from Capo’s urinal. He steps back slightly, stands on his tippy toes and starts to arch the golden stream so that it splashes into the urinal.

There is now piss everywhere….The two are aggressively pissing all over the stalls, while a large portion of it has deposited on the floor and walls around the urinals...As the piss wars starts to slow down, the two refuse to make eye contact. They both eventually make it over to the sink to wash their hands. The huge mirror forces the two to make eye contact…

Capo: You think your Johnson is bigger than mine pal?

CJ smirks at the remark that Capo just made to him.

CJ: Wait is this suppose to be some type of way to intimidate me before our match at Riot. I expected more from a man of your caliber. Did Seb really knock the sense out of you. 

CJ pauses a minute while Capo begins an intense stare down….Little does CJ know that Capo has been teleported back into that brutal night only a little while ago where he was assaulted and battered with a louisville slugger.

CJ: Maybe you should take the week off again to heal. I am sure Gene could take care of you. Then again I am sure FloJo is in one these stalls trying to suck her way to the top also. You have options man and I think you should take it easy. 

Capo snaps out of his post concussed trance….

Capo:If you ever look at my Johnson in the stall again, I'm gonna crack your fuggin-melon, Carrot Top!

CJ walks over and pulls out a few pieces of paper towels to dry his hand.

CJ: Tough words from a big guy. Actions my friend speak louder than anything you can ever say. I am going to show the world just exactly why the Irish are better than any Guido. 

Scene ends in a stare down….

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