As the scene fades in we see Justin Jehst sitting at his office desk in his home. He has a pen in hand and is circling lines on what can only be assumed to be film scripts. These scripts are noticeably smaller than the ones he has previously handled.
He looks stressed, knawing on the tip of his pen in between circling.
From out of frame a knock is heard.
Jehst: Come in.
In walks Jehst’s house-keeper, Rosita.
Rosita: Just checking on you, Justin; you need anything?
Jehst: I need scripts...these are garbage, straight-to-VHS movies… “Tidal-Flea” - a story about a swarm of fleas infecting household pets and making them go insane…
He picks up another.
Jehst: Or this one… “Pam’s Pool Party 3” - a tale of three college girls who stumble across a handsome man’s bachelor --- wait… OH GOD! This one’s an adult film! I need Elsa back to sort through all this trash…
Rosita walks towards Jehst’s desk.
Rosita: I know you face Capo at Wrestlution, Justin, but have you spoken to him since last I saw you?
Jehst: I don’t want to speak to that man. This *spreads arms out across desk of garbage scripts* is what he’s reduced me to. One photo, one lie, and “poof”! It’s all gone…
He picks up a half-full mimosa from the corner of his desk.
Jehst: ...my career, my girl...he’s taken it all based on something that never happened.
Rosita: Rumour mills work hard when people have things to gain. The media aren’t opposed to dragging people through the mud for views or readership. This will pass.
Jehst: But when?
Rosita: Go and see him.
Jehst: I’m not going near that oaf.
Rosita: He might listen to you now you’ve had time to cool off.
Jehst: You’ve met Capo, right? He won’t, trust me.
Rosita: I miss having him around the place...don’t you?
Jehst sighs before downing the rest of the mimosa and stares at the wall of the room.
Jehst: I hate to say it but I do…
Rosita: Then go. Go and talk to him. Try to make things right.
Jehst: Damn it, Rosita, I wouldn’t do this if you were anybody else...Ok, I’ll make arrangements to try and talk to him. I don’t know if it will do any good, but I can’t keep reading this filth these degenerates are writing for film…
Rosita: Then it’s settled.
She turns and begins to walk out.
Rosita: I’ve left you a cup of herbal tea on your bedside table. Don’t be up too long in here or it’ll go cold.
Jehst: Thanks, Rosita. I won’t be long in here, I need my beauty sleep.
She smiles and shakes her head at his playfully cocky remark and shuts the door as the scene cuts to black.
*****
Wrex: Next time, you better come with more than just blanks “Machine Gun”
Jekyll and Hyde begins to play through out the arena as #Austin Lee begins to make his way down the ramp. Officials chasing after him doing their best to pull him back only for #Austin to walk right through them.
Lee pauses at the bottom of the ramp staring up at Wrex
#Austin Lee: You want to talk about me and my family?
#Austin Lee: How about you ask your boy Aries how that worked out for him
Wrex: Did I strike a nerve? Can't accept the truth!?
The 2nd wave of officials have made it down to #Austin, who continues to fight through them. The 2nd wave of officials causing just the distraction Wrex needed as he slides under the bottom rope and begins looking under the ring for one of his favorite toys. Wrex returns to the center of the ring raising a bat high in the air as he continues to wait for #Austin Lee.
#Austin connects with a moonboot to the face of the last official before turning his attention back to Wrex. Not even hesitating for a second as he slides in and runs directly for Wrex.
Lee is managing to duck under the swing of Wrex and land a double leg taking Wrex down to the ground. #Austin begins throwing punches at Wrex connecting with every other punch, before Wrex is able to push himself away, the bat still in his hands as he takes a swing. Missing just inches from #Austin's head.
Wrex: Better be careful there Austin, another little bump to that head of yours and I doubt you’ll even remember their names!
#Austin charges again at Wrex connecting with another double leg sending the pair tumbling through the ropes. Bouncing off the padded mat as they land with Wrex in top position after the fall through the ropes. The baseball bat being pressed down onto #Austin neck.
Wrex: Don’t worry too much though, uncle Wrex will make sure she has a good life.
#Austin uses another burst of energy gripping the bat as he begins to force the bat back up towards Wrex. Overpowering Wrex as he shifts the bat connecting to the side of Wrex head just enough to cause Wrex to fall to the side and slide away from Lee.
A smile growing across #Austin faces as he stands up with the bat in his hand. Pointing it at Wrex who is seated in front of the announcers table. #Austin takes his first swing with everything he has trying to take the head off of Wrex, who is just able to slide out of way. The bat smashing a hole into the announcers table on contact.
Wrex continues to scramble away, crawling towards the ring using the ring post too help him to his feet. Turning his head to look for Lee, as Lee takes another swing. The bat shattering on the ring post as Wrex dropped to a knee and connects with a low blow, sending Lee down to the ground.
Wrex rising back to his feet as he looks at the ramp, debating on leaving. Before a smile begins to appear on Wrex face as he looks down at the prone #Austin Lee. Keeping his attention on Lee as he begins to rip the protective mat from the floor……
The scene opens hectically, as two figures dressed in dark hooded clothing hastily make their way through the Turmoil backstage area, simultaneously slamming open door after door and peeking inside, then moving on to the next one with no luck.
As the smaller figure of the two makes his way out a doorway, their hood falls down and it is revealed to be Doc Green, presumably with his best friend and tag team partner Antonio Everrett as they continue.
Doc (shouting): B17! We know you’re here somewhere! Get yourself out here and we’re gonna settle this like men.
The words seem to fall on deaf ears as they make their way into the catering area backstage. Here, it is relatively busy. Some familiar Turmoil faces are scattered around, and Doc is joined by Everrett who look like outsiders in this unfamiliar territory.
Doc: Alright listen. You stay here, keep an eye out for him here and make sure he doesn’t come from back there.
He points to the area they have just come from.
Doc: I’m gonna go check the rest of these doors. Stay sharp, got it?
Everrett: Got it.
Everrett turns his back to Doc and stands near the opened doors, keeping an eye. Doc continues to move through the backstage area and disappears into a doorway.
The old lady they had passed, sunken and bent by age suddenly stood up and removed the veil.
B17 emerged from his disguise.
Antonio is stunned by the sudden assault, B17 takes the opportunity to grapple him to the floor, face down, stood on his left hand.
B17: Doc! I’m here, buddy. Come take a good look at me!
He spreads his arms towards the small crowd watching as Everrett begins to struggle, trying to free his arm.
B17: Haha! I suggest you stop that, kid.
He stamps on Everrett’s hand, causing him to yelp out in pain, then quickly take a breath as an act of defiance, stopping the yelp. Meanwhile, Doc comes rushing towards the commotion, hearing Everrett’s unmistakable shouts.
B17: Looking for someone, Doc?
Doc balls up his fist and starts to move towards B17, prompting him to dig his foot back into Everrett’s hand.
B17: Nuh-uh-uh, why don’t you stop right there before things get any worse for your ‘best friend’ over here. Some friend you are.
Foolishly, Doc is undeterred and keeps pressing forward. B17 stamps again and drops his foot onto Everrett’s hand with a horrifying crack, and Everrett rolls away, clutching at his arm, stopping Doc dead in his tracks.
Doc: What do you want to prove here, Bingo? What do you want?
B17: I want your fans to suffer. They should have never cheered for you over me! I've already outsmarted you, twice, and now I want to beat you at Wrestlelution and prove that I am The God Damn Show!
Doc: Not a chance, mate. You’ve done nothing to earn the right to face me, nevermind at Wrestlelution. We settle this now, Bingo.
B17: I don’t think so, ‘mate’.
As he says this, he turns and grabs a folded chair leant against a wall and grabs Everrett, who’s still writhing on the floor holding his broken hand, and stands on his ankle, exposing his left knee. He presses the chair leg against the knee, and looks to Doc.
B17: How easy this could’ve been, Doc. Match, or Your Mom's Favorite knee? He can fight with a few broken fingers, but I doubt he holds up without his knee.
Everrett: Knee! Knee! I can take the shot, Doc. I’ll get my revenge on this prick on my time, don’t worry about me.
B17 jabs the chair in his face and blood spurts from his nose.
Doc says nothing, B17 begins to raise the chair.
B17: Last chance.
He begins to drop the chair, and just as the chair is about to connect with the exposed knee.
Doc: STOP. Fine. You win. You’ve got your match, on my word. But believe me, you’re going to get what’s coming to you.
B17 immediately releases Everrett, happy with his work. The injured rookie takes a swipe at his legs, not to much avail. B17 steps right up to Doc, and they square up to each other in front of the crowd.
B17: Better get him to the hospital. Lots of small bones in the hand.
He lightly pokes Doc on the chest, and he responds by putting a middle finger up right against his face. B17 slaps it away and walks away, shouldering his opponent out the way as he goes. The scene fades as Doc goes to attend to his tag team partner’s wounds.
