The table sits ready in between both Austin and B17. Trance remains in the middle, facing the camera as he wrings his hands together.
Austin seems a little agitated, B-17 glances nervously at the mammoth to his right prompting a shrug from Jacob. Austin beckons with a finger, and Trance takes a couple of steps, stooping before nodding. Austin whispers to Trance behind his hand.
Trance: The Marvellous one would like to say a few words, so shut your traps!
Trance points towards B-17 as he returns to the neutral position.
Trance: That includes you, you’ll get your turn.
B-17 stops playing with his hair and gives Trance a mock thumbs up, his other hand is under the table doing god knows what, but the motions are vigorous.
Austin stands and towers over the seated Bingo, smirks, turns to the crowd: It’s an Invictus final!
In the background the arena monitors all change to show the Invictus logo, complete with “Thomas Archer presents an Invictus Final.
” Trance smirks in response, having opted to ignore the deviations of B17 under the table.
Lee: B17 standing tall, after his grueling endeavours, proving just how strong he is inside this ring. Round of applause!
Lee claps with the crowd. Trance brings his hands together momentarily before stopping.
B17 nods his head and smiles, while his right hand continues to dance under the table.
Lee: Amazing, isn't it? How it always seems to just come back to us standing in this ring ? It is what you always wanted, since day one.
Lee: You just can't help yourself can you when it comes to me it seems. Every time I succeed there you are riding my coattails.
Lee: Except when you "Left" last year..
Lee:
What was it, you lost your smile? NO!
Lee:
You got FIRED!
Lee:
And you sure as hell didn't lose the cancer that's eating away inside of you.
THUD. The table’s contents shake. Bingo's eyes go wide and the smile falls from his face.
Lee: You can dress up like a idiot all you want, dance around like you just walked out the closet but the truth is this.
Lee:
You are and will always be Cancer.
Lee: That's why I am a champion and a man these people can be proud of.
Lee:
You are nothing more than a fool trying to convince even himself that he has changed.
Lee places the CCW title down on the table in front of Trance.
Lee: I know you haven't changed, these people know you haven't changed, big boy here knows it, and hell even the boys in the back know it.
Lee: You are just a selfish prick who talks sideways out of your mouth to trick people into being on your side.
Lee: Just like when you told Trance a few weeks ago, “Hey my heart isn't in this right now, you should face Lee instead of me”
Trance coughs politely, haven driven his fist into the table. His eyes staying on the CCW title.
Trance look on impatiently: What’s the point in this? We’ve already agreed it’ll be me that gets the next title shot. Just right “I forfeit” on the contract, Bingo, and give me the damn thing, Lee.
Lee snatches the title from the table, protecting it from Trance's view.
Lee: Forfeit?
Lee:
We shouldn't even be having this discussion if you stepped up and did your job.
Lee:
You couldn't even make it to the finals so half of this is your fault, big boy.
Lee:
Now remember your place behind me till I say you can step up.
Trance: I’m sorry… How long have you been around for? How long has it taken you to step out of the shadow of Nathan Gaines?
Trance:
And is it cold in my shadow?
Trance:
I know I cast a big one and that’s just talking about my achievements.
Trance:
So you don’t tell me when to step up, I decide when I want to step up.
Trance:
Right now though… I’d like to watch you break B17’s heart, just like the day he realised I’ve done something he can never ever do… Isn’t that right Den… Oops. B-17?
Trance:
Isn’t that why you asked me to come back?
Trance:
Isn’t that why you decided I couldn’t stay retired?
Trance:
Because you couldn’t get the job done?
B17 finally snaps. Unable to contain the building rage he removes his right hand from under the table and the flash of metal comes down upon Trance’s outstretched left hand.
Trance howls. A metal pen pins his his hand to the table. B17 presses the pen in deeper. He turns to Austin Lee. Lee remains frozen to the spot.
B17 yanks the pen from Trance’s hand. Blood begins to spurt from the wound. Trance quickly covers it up.
In a blind rage he tries to grab at B17. Catching B17’s hair, he tears wildly and the wig falls off onto the table.
Trance lunges for the wig. His right hand outstretched. Inches away....B17 brings the pen down again.
This time pinning Trance’s right hand to the table.
Trance tears the pen out and throws it to the floor. He clenches both fists in range, blood dripping onto the canvas. He flexes his hands in raw anger, staring a hole through B-17 before giving a smirk, exiting the ring with an eerie calm.
Bingo turns his back on Lee and pulls the contract away from the pool of blood on the table. Stooping for the pen on the ground, he stands straight.
He gives Lee one last look of disgust before signing, picking up his wig, and leaving.
Lee: Walk away that's the only thing you are better at than me.
Lee raises the title into the air.
Lee: This is all on you B, don't you dare forget what you caused.
Lee signs his name on the contract throwing it at B17.
Lee: I will end you for all these people. I will do what the doctor's failed to do and remove the cancer….
Lee: The Dream of a better Turmoil has always been Cancer free…
Lee: #Invictus Over All.
Lee takes a step back and trips over his own feet prompting a crowd pop jeer, Trance has made it back into the ring, his head lowered slightly with his arms outspread, blood still dripping to the canvas.
He looks like some horrible macabre Jesus. Fingers extend, pointing to Lee on one hand, before a fist forms.
Trance: Nothi sunt sanguine crassior euadet.
Lee raises the title in one hand, keeping his eyes on B17 as he continues his exit, Lee gives a slight nod to Trance as he extends his free hand giving him a fist pump as his music hits.
