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LIVE FROM THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM at the historic ELDORADO CASINO in RENO, NV JULY 24, 2021 |
INT. BACKSTAGE -- HALLWAY
A black-and-white static security camera watches the UPRISING vending machine in silence from above until Valkyrie strolls onto the scene. After checking out all her options, she presses a button and inserts her dollar only for the bill to be rejected. The warrior pushes the dollar back in, shouting something inaudible only for it to be rejected again.
She pulls her hand back as if to strike the machine, but stops herself short. She leans into the machine, trying instead to will her choice down. The battle of wills is brief and swift and the machine claims yet another victim as Valkyrie slumps her head in defeat. That is, until Coda wanders aimlessly in her direction. Upon seeing an ally, she waves her over. First, she holds up her crumpled bill, pointing from it to the slot. She then aims her finger at an item within. She points to her mouth and then makes an arc motion with her finger as if indicating a rainbow. Coda nods, seemingly understanding.
To Valkyrie’s confusion, she walks away leaving Valkyrie staring at the crumpled bill in her hand. After a couple of seconds though, Coda runs at the vending machine at full speed and hits her Symphonic Elbow jumping elbow strike finisher to shatter the glass in one spectacular motion! Valkyrie covers her mouth in surprise. She points in concern at Coda's elbow cut from the shards, but Coda points to Valkyrie’s prize in the now-exposed vending machine! The elated warrior reaches in and withdraws a package, ripping a corner loose. She dumps some into her hand before offering it out to Coda. The Pint-Sized Kaiju smiles and nods happily, her fresh wound still on display as she holds out her hands like a bowl. Valkyrie spills the contents into both of their hands evenly. She holds them up in salute before tossing a few into her mouth. She chews for a moment and her eyes turn wide and frantic as she looks for somewhere to spit, pointing at her full cheeks to her new friend. After downing her candy, the Korean runs off and returns with a garbage bin from the catering room, holding it out for Valkyrie. She promptly spits into the can, pointing to the packet, shaking her head, and once again making the rainbow motion with her hand. She considers the dollar in her hand for a second, first offering it out to Coda for her valiant efforts. Coda shakes her hand, refusing with open palms. Valkyrie turns to the broken machine, considers it for a moment, and jams the bill into its depths. Then the two walk off in the same direction as the view cuts away to the opening video package.
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INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM -- THE RING
HAYLEY'S DEBUT
HAYLEY FIEN vs AZURINE VEBBINS
Azurine and Hayley meet in the middle of the ring and share a handshake and an impulsive hug from Azurine before the match gets underway, earning a pop from the crowd who enjoy the wholesomeness as a change of pace from the usual grit, gore and glory. The two women lock up with Azurine slipping behind her going for a waist lock, but Hayley breaks her grip with a stomp on her foot and an elbow to her face. She then turns and nails Azurine with a jawbreaker! She leaps on Hayley, going for the pin!
ONE!
Azurine kicks out with authority! Hayley drags her to her feet and whips her to a corner. She then charges in and nails her with a leaping corner splash. She goes for a bulldog but Azurine slips her grip and shoves her forward as she leaps. Hayley lands on her ass with a grunt of pain. She rolls to her hands and knees, but suddenly Azurine charges forth and leaps up..METEORA! Hayley’s head spikes into the mat! Now Azurine goes for a pin!!
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Hayley kicks out! But Vebbins being the vet she is is undeterred as she steps back and begins stalking Hayley. As she gets up, Azurine leaps on the ropes and bounces off them, nailing Hayley with a springboard double axe handle smash! Hayley doesn’t go down but her legs go rubbery from the crushing blow! Azzy Vebbins sees her opening and snatches the newcomer...PEARLY GATEKEEPER! HAYLEY CRASHES TO THE MAT, DAZED! VEBBINS PINS, HOOKING BOTH LEGS!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!!
WINNER (VIA SUBMISSION): AZURINE VEBBINS
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INT. ELDORADO CASINO -- BACKSTAGE
The click-clack of expensive heels on the marble-inlaid floors of the Eldorado's back halls ring out before "SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE walks into view, pushing open the door to THE SOCIALITES locker room. She's already in her wrestling gear but of course she still has a pair of fantastic peep-toe sandals on. She looks around the room and sees both of her sisters looking at a pair of earrings.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
What are you two doing?
VANESSA PAGE
Danielle's jeweler just left…
"DIAMOND PRINCESS" DANIELLE PAGE
She was headed to Vegas and was able to stop by and see me before going there. She showed me these earrings and I just had to get them.
Summer looks at the earrings.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
They're cute.
"DIAMOND PRINCESS" DANIELLE PAGE
Aren't they, though?
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Now that D was able to do some shopping and I checked in with Chris, we need to make sure to be ready for our match tonight, ladies. If we want to make sure they see us—
VANESSA PAGE
(scoffing and rolling her eyes)
Our match against Candyland? We got this, Summer.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
I know we do but we actually have to make it happen. Not just say we do. We came up short in the Trios title tournament and no offense but the two of you did fall short in becoming Tag Team champions.
"DIAMOND PRINCESS: DANIELLE PAGE
Ugh, don't remind us.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Dammit! I want those Trios titles!
Danielle and Vanessa both nod their heads as Summer slips off her heels and starts putting on her wrestling boots.
VANESSA PAGE
So do we, Summer.
"DIAMOND PRINCESS" DANIELLE PAGE
Tonight, we show the rest of the Uprising roster and the fans of Uprising that we aren't just pretty faces.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Good. When we CRUSH those Candyland bimbos, our case for a rematch for either the trios or the tag team championships becomes that much better.
TRIOS MATCH
THE CRUSH vs THE SOCIALITES
Summer pulls her hand back like she's going to throw a punch, but Lollipop dodges and grabs Summer's arm with a wringer into a Russian legsweep! Lollipop gets a rear naked choke locked in, but Summer manages to break out of it immediately, scrambling to the ropes and tagging in her sister Danielle! New lucky earrings flashing, she springs over the ropes and collides with a rising Lollipop – knee to the face that seems to hurt Danielle just as much as the smaller Lolli. Both go down hard and Danielle staggers up, turning back towards her corner but Lollipop nails her with a diving shoulder to the knee and she faceplants in the corner, narrowly missing the bottom turnbuckle and her sister's boot! Summer reaches down and tags herself back in, nailing Lollipop in the face with a bitch slap as she's going to reach for Danielle! She staggers back and Summer steps through the ropes – SCISSOR KICK AND SHE'S DOWN, STILL HALFWAY THOUGH THE ROPES AND LOLLIPOP'S HAPPY TO STOMP A MUDHOLE IN HER, MUCH TO THE CROWD'S APPROVAL. Lollipop grabs Summer by the back of the head and helps her to her feet, sending her into the ropes. Summer comes off, and dodges, slipping behind Lollipop and nails a perfect tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, shifting the tide again. Summer stumbles to her feet and charges at Lollipop again, limping a little. The two lock up in the middle of the ring, and Summer immediately powers Lollipop down to the mat, forcing her to her knees with a boot to the midsection that breaks the hold. Lollipop gets to her feet, slinging Summer into the ropes again. This time she takes Summer down with a hard springboard body block. Following up with a huge merry-go-round DDT, Lollipop seems to be gaining the momentum back. She climbs the ropes but Summer catches the second rope and pulls on it – CRASH AND BURN AND AS LOLLI'S FALLING, SUMMER GRABS HER BY THE HEAD FOR A WICKED DDT! SHE DROPS FOR THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO!
HEIDI BREAKS IT UP, ALMOST KICKING SUMMER'S HEAD CLEAN OFF HER SHOULDERS! For a few moments, it's a full-on brawl before Ref Stef asserts control and forces the non-legal participants back to their respective corners. Both get to their feet, and Lollipop immediately slides into Summer's leg, taking her down again, still working the vertical base. She goes up to the top rope again, and this time connects with a stunning backflip moonsault – OH NO! SUMMER GETS THE KNEES UP AND LOLLIPOP'S IN A WORLD OF HURT! Summer staggers up with the help of the ropes and dives into her corner for a hot tag to Vanessa who immediately scales the ropes. She's just about to launch when Lollipop dives at the corner, tagging in Caramel Cane! Vanessa hops down and charges at Carrie, missing a telegraphed chick kick – huge fallaway slam and Vanessa's down. Carrie drags her back up and nails a textbook reverse bulldog, turning her back on her opponent to pump a fist in the air. Suddenly the crowd erupts in wild cheers, and Carrie turns around, right into getting steamrolled by Vanessa. She mows Carrie down and then pulls her right back up by the hair just as Danielle pulls Heidi to the floor and starts brawling with her. Vanessa has Carrie in a headlock and she drags her to the corner, tagging Summer – SOCIAL LADDER (doomsday device) and Vanessa dives out of the ring onto Lollipop just as she notices the pinning predicament!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): THE SOCIALITES
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"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
What are you two doing?
VANESSA PAGE
Danielle's jeweler just left…
"DIAMOND PRINCESS" DANIELLE PAGE
She was headed to Vegas and was able to stop by and see me before going there. She showed me these earrings and I just had to get them.
Summer looks at the earrings.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
They're cute.
"DIAMOND PRINCESS" DANIELLE PAGE
Aren't they, though?
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Now that D was able to do some shopping and I checked in with Chris, we need to make sure to be ready for our match tonight, ladies. If we want to make sure they see us—
VANESSA PAGE
(scoffing and rolling her eyes)
Our match against Candyland? We got this, Summer.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
I know we do but we actually have to make it happen. Not just say we do. We came up short in the Trios title tournament and no offense but the two of you did fall short in becoming Tag Team champions.
"DIAMOND PRINCESS: DANIELLE PAGE
Ugh, don't remind us.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Dammit! I want those Trios titles!
Danielle and Vanessa both nod their heads as Summer slips off her heels and starts putting on her wrestling boots.
VANESSA PAGE
So do we, Summer.
"DIAMOND PRINCESS" DANIELLE PAGE
Tonight, we show the rest of the Uprising roster and the fans of Uprising that we aren't just pretty faces.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Good. When we CRUSH those Candyland bimbos, our case for a rematch for either the trios or the tag team championships becomes that much better.
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INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM -- THE RING
TRIOS MATCH
THE CRUSH vs THE SOCIALITES
Summer pulls her hand back like she's going to throw a punch, but Lollipop dodges and grabs Summer's arm with a wringer into a Russian legsweep! Lollipop gets a rear naked choke locked in, but Summer manages to break out of it immediately, scrambling to the ropes and tagging in her sister Danielle! New lucky earrings flashing, she springs over the ropes and collides with a rising Lollipop – knee to the face that seems to hurt Danielle just as much as the smaller Lolli. Both go down hard and Danielle staggers up, turning back towards her corner but Lollipop nails her with a diving shoulder to the knee and she faceplants in the corner, narrowly missing the bottom turnbuckle and her sister's boot! Summer reaches down and tags herself back in, nailing Lollipop in the face with a bitch slap as she's going to reach for Danielle! She staggers back and Summer steps through the ropes – SCISSOR KICK AND SHE'S DOWN, STILL HALFWAY THOUGH THE ROPES AND LOLLIPOP'S HAPPY TO STOMP A MUDHOLE IN HER, MUCH TO THE CROWD'S APPROVAL. Lollipop grabs Summer by the back of the head and helps her to her feet, sending her into the ropes. Summer comes off, and dodges, slipping behind Lollipop and nails a perfect tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, shifting the tide again. Summer stumbles to her feet and charges at Lollipop again, limping a little. The two lock up in the middle of the ring, and Summer immediately powers Lollipop down to the mat, forcing her to her knees with a boot to the midsection that breaks the hold. Lollipop gets to her feet, slinging Summer into the ropes again. This time she takes Summer down with a hard springboard body block. Following up with a huge merry-go-round DDT, Lollipop seems to be gaining the momentum back. She climbs the ropes but Summer catches the second rope and pulls on it – CRASH AND BURN AND AS LOLLI'S FALLING, SUMMER GRABS HER BY THE HEAD FOR A WICKED DDT! SHE DROPS FOR THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO!
HEIDI BREAKS IT UP, ALMOST KICKING SUMMER'S HEAD CLEAN OFF HER SHOULDERS! For a few moments, it's a full-on brawl before Ref Stef asserts control and forces the non-legal participants back to their respective corners. Both get to their feet, and Lollipop immediately slides into Summer's leg, taking her down again, still working the vertical base. She goes up to the top rope again, and this time connects with a stunning backflip moonsault – OH NO! SUMMER GETS THE KNEES UP AND LOLLIPOP'S IN A WORLD OF HURT! Summer staggers up with the help of the ropes and dives into her corner for a hot tag to Vanessa who immediately scales the ropes. She's just about to launch when Lollipop dives at the corner, tagging in Caramel Cane! Vanessa hops down and charges at Carrie, missing a telegraphed chick kick – huge fallaway slam and Vanessa's down. Carrie drags her back up and nails a textbook reverse bulldog, turning her back on her opponent to pump a fist in the air. Suddenly the crowd erupts in wild cheers, and Carrie turns around, right into getting steamrolled by Vanessa. She mows Carrie down and then pulls her right back up by the hair just as Danielle pulls Heidi to the floor and starts brawling with her. Vanessa has Carrie in a headlock and she drags her to the corner, tagging Summer – SOCIAL LADDER (doomsday device) and Vanessa dives out of the ring onto Lollipop just as she notices the pinning predicament!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): THE SOCIALITES
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INT. BACKSTAGE -- GM'S OFFICE
Backstage, the cameras show interviewer GRETCHEN DEVEREAUX walking down the hall and stopping outside of Jackson’s office, surprised to find the door closed. The blonde has a less than confident look on her face as she brings a fist up and knocks three times as she waits to be invited in. It doesn't take long before she hears the gruff tones of her boss.
JACKSON
Come in.
Opening up the door, the cameras follow her into the office. She composed now, that charming and professional smile on her face.
GRETCHEN DEVEREAUX
Hey Boss, you got a minute?
He nods, closing the lid of his laptop.
JACKSON
Provided it’s not another childish temper tantrum about not being booked.
He gestures to the chair in front of his desk.
JACKSON
Take a seat. You look tired.
GRETCHEN DEVEREAUX
Well now that you mention it…
A smile crosses Gretchen's lips as she shakes her head with a laugh.
GRETCHEN DEVEREAUX
Actually it's something else…
JACKSON
Tell me who’s giving you a hard time. I’ll sic the son-in-law on 'em.
He chuckles, knowing she’d have come to him much sooner if anyone was acting inappropriately towards her. She was one of the nicest people he knew, but she still wasn’t about to take any shit from a locker room full of egotistical animals. When she gives him a half-hearted smile, he leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk.
JACKSON
Okay. What’s going on?
GRETCHEN DEVEREAUX
Here's the thing… uh, see Ash and I kinda got some news recently that might impact me continuing to work.
Her hand comes up and rubs at the back of her neck.
GRETCHEN DEVEREAUX
It would seem that a teacup human has rented out my body. Don't worry, though, I'm evicting them in like almost six months, give or take?
She doesn't elaborate further as she watches Jackson’s face for his reaction. It takes a moment for what she’s saying to register and then he can’t help but shake his head in wonder.
JACKSON
Well, that’s the best bad news I’ve had in...well, probably ever? Congratulations, hon. Happy for you both.
GRETCHEN DEVEREAUX
Thanks, Ash and I both appreciate it. I wanted to talk to you because I will need time off, when the time comes, of course. I'm not sure how long, though?
JACKSON
We’ll play it by ear. You know if you’re not comfortable getting back out there with these heathens and hooligans after the little miracle emerges, we can put you to work doing something else. Something out of harm’s way, I mean.
He shrugs.
JACKSON
When do you want to make it official? Are you good for TOTAL ANARCHY in a couple weeks or…?
GRETCHEN DEVEREAUX
(laughing and shaking her head)
Oh no, no. I'll be perfectly fine for at least a few months. If anything else comes up, you'll be the first person I talk to.
He nods, pushing up to his feet.
JACKSON
Let me know the moment you feel it’s time to take a step back. I’m sure Lyv will have my head if I let anything happen to either of you.
Gretchen laughs as she knows it's completely true. Walking over to her boss, she hugs him tightly.
GRETCHEN DEVEREAUX
I thank you and my current tenant thanks you.
She lets go of him and then leaves his office with a big smile on her face.
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INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM -- THE RING
GRUDGE MATCH
ENIGMA (W/ SIOBAHN MCLEOD) vs TRIGGS
Triggs walks up to Enigma as the bell rings, already trash talking. Enigma isn't amused with Triggs' antics, so he goes for a shoulder block into a double-leg takedown. Triggs lands hard on his back, and Enigma goes for the mount only to have Triggs catch him with an eye rake that sends Enigma rolling aside, crying to clear his vision as Siobahn gets up on the apron, yelling for the ref to disqualify Triggs for the cheap move! Triggs comes in with a boot to the back of the head and Enigma's down, in prime position for the mudhole stomping of his career only for the big man to roll aside. He staggers back up and dives at Triggs, clumsy thanks to his still-blurred vision and Triggs tags him with a sucker punch and then a kick to the midsection that doubles him over. He comes off the ropes with a springboard – HOLY SHIT! ENIGMA CATCHES HIM AND PLANTS HIM WITH A DEVASTATING SIDE SLAM AND ENIGMA HOOKS HIM, KEEPING HIS SHOULDERS AND NECK PINNED.
ONE!
TW—NO!
Triggs kicks out with authority! Enigma stays on him, rolling Triggs over and slapping on an STF. Enigma is pulling back on the cross-face, yelling at Triggs to tap out. With all of his speed and agility, Triggs flips over and forces the break by making Enigma contort himself the wrong way – STUNNING REVERSAL AND TRIGGS FOLLOWS UP BY CHARGING ACROSS THE RING, NAILING SIOBAHN ACROSS THE NECK WITH A STIFF FOREARM AND SHE FALLS TO THE FLOOR WITH A YELP! Enigma snaps to attention at the sound and lunges to his feet with a roar, diving at Triggs and clotheslining him right over the top rope! Triggs hooks, catches the rope and lands on the apron, sliding back in just as Enigma rolls out to the floor. He scoops up Siobahn who's looking like she's sprained an ankle and heads up the ramp with her in his arms, walking past a few fans hanging over the barrier, waving signs that read #BOOKIZZY on them. Enigma ignores them, as wall as the voice of Ref Stef as she starts counting.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
TRIGGS
Hey! Get back here and finish this!
Enigma ignores them both, still walking slowly up the ramp, cradling the injured girl to his massive chest.
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
They disappear through the tunnel and behind the curtain, leaving Triggs and the ring behind.
NINE!
TEN!
WINNER (VIA COUNT OUT): TRIGGS
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INT. BACKSTAGE -- LOCKER ROOMS
The view fades into the locker room of TRINACRIA, with the ever-suave RICKY RHODES dressed up in his ring gear and NICO PAZZINI with his own gear and the towering expressionless presence of VINCENZO RIINA standing behind them with those beefy arms crossed over his broad chest.
NICO PAZZINI
Hello UPRISING! It’s NICO P-A-Double Z-I-N-I here with my pal Rick, we are so close to our match against the COWGIRLS FROM HELL in UPRISING’s TRIOS Championship tournament and let’s be honest TRINACRIA was not a team a bunch of ya would pick going as far as we did yet we still here and don’t get me wrong my pal here, Rick might not be the athletic specimen that I am, Palermo Panther, Muscles Marinara...check out this form!
He flexes for the camera with the thick gold chain and fur coat along with the tight fitting pants and shoes looking like they were handmade in the finest leather. While Rhodes is casual in a golden suit and shades, chilling at Nico posing for the camera with a cackle. Finally Nico joins his tag partners with the chairs and points at Ricky with his thumb.
NICO PAZZINI
Dis facking guy right here, he may not look like the wrestler I am but he has this...
Nico taps his temple.
NICO PAZZINI
He has the brain power, you get that? He doesn’t look like it, he doesn’t act like it, but Rick here reads the classics like Sun-Teh-Zuu and Nico Matchabelli. He knows strategy out the wazoo. And then we got Vinnie here.
He gestures at the back of the duo to Riina.
NICO PAZZINI
With his midlife crisis going on he’s horny enough to fuck a catcher’s mitt..so imagine just what that makes you. Cowgirls of Hell...you’ll be in for a hell of a--
Just as Nico is about to kick that mouth into overdrive, Ricky pushes him hard enough to knock him off-balance.
RICKY RHODES
What the fuck was that?!
NICO PAZZINI
I know you a big reader! Sun-The-Zoo and Nicolo Matchabelli--
Ricky cuts him off.
RICKY RHODES
You mean Sun Tzu and the "Art Of War"? The great Chinese general from centuries ago whose strategies still hold up today and Nicolo Machiavelli, one of the greatest minds of Renaissance Italy?!
NICO PAZZINI
Isn’t that what I said?!
RICKY RHODES
No, that wasn’t even close to what you said! I read those books myself and I know full well how their names are spelled. I don’t know where you picked up on them, Nico, but THAT is not the way to go about things.
The Pazzini heir seems shocked.
NICO PAZZINI
Look at you with your big brain! Thinking you are better than me.
RICKY RHODES
Well since I actually read those books--
NICO PAZZINI
Look, what’s yours is yours but what ain’t is anybody else’s so..
RICKY RHODES
(leaning in close)
The thing is though, those are some great books and reading them has helped me a lot in this business. Those books can tell a lot of just how things are going as far as is tournament goes.
NICO PAZZINI
Well that’s good since your fucking books mean oogatz to me, Ricky! I’m wrestling with the purest form of talent: my blood, my heritage. That’s the type of shit you can’t learn.
Pazzini glares at the camera.
NICO PAZZINI
You fackin’ scifuzza’s are thinking you are going to get past us. We are TRINACRIA; those titles belong to US! You got that?!
Rhodes pockets his fancy golden shades, looking into the camera.
RICKY RHODES
It’s nothing personal girls, it’s just business. We’ll see you out there!
With that the show moves onto another ad break for MADISON TOWER, starring both MATT KNOX and CHRIS MOSH. Coming soon to SplatTV.
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NICO PAZZINI
Hello UPRISING! It’s NICO P-A-Double Z-I-N-I here with my pal Rick, we are so close to our match against the COWGIRLS FROM HELL in UPRISING’s TRIOS Championship tournament and let’s be honest TRINACRIA was not a team a bunch of ya would pick going as far as we did yet we still here and don’t get me wrong my pal here, Rick might not be the athletic specimen that I am, Palermo Panther, Muscles Marinara...check out this form!
He flexes for the camera with the thick gold chain and fur coat along with the tight fitting pants and shoes looking like they were handmade in the finest leather. While Rhodes is casual in a golden suit and shades, chilling at Nico posing for the camera with a cackle. Finally Nico joins his tag partners with the chairs and points at Ricky with his thumb.
NICO PAZZINI
Dis facking guy right here, he may not look like the wrestler I am but he has this...
Nico taps his temple.
NICO PAZZINI
He has the brain power, you get that? He doesn’t look like it, he doesn’t act like it, but Rick here reads the classics like Sun-Teh-Zuu and Nico Matchabelli. He knows strategy out the wazoo. And then we got Vinnie here.
He gestures at the back of the duo to Riina.
NICO PAZZINI
With his midlife crisis going on he’s horny enough to fuck a catcher’s mitt..so imagine just what that makes you. Cowgirls of Hell...you’ll be in for a hell of a--
Just as Nico is about to kick that mouth into overdrive, Ricky pushes him hard enough to knock him off-balance.
RICKY RHODES
What the fuck was that?!
NICO PAZZINI
I know you a big reader! Sun-The-Zoo and Nicolo Matchabelli--
Ricky cuts him off.
RICKY RHODES
You mean Sun Tzu and the "Art Of War"? The great Chinese general from centuries ago whose strategies still hold up today and Nicolo Machiavelli, one of the greatest minds of Renaissance Italy?!
NICO PAZZINI
Isn’t that what I said?!
RICKY RHODES
No, that wasn’t even close to what you said! I read those books myself and I know full well how their names are spelled. I don’t know where you picked up on them, Nico, but THAT is not the way to go about things.
The Pazzini heir seems shocked.
NICO PAZZINI
Look at you with your big brain! Thinking you are better than me.
RICKY RHODES
Well since I actually read those books--
NICO PAZZINI
Look, what’s yours is yours but what ain’t is anybody else’s so..
RICKY RHODES
(leaning in close)
The thing is though, those are some great books and reading them has helped me a lot in this business. Those books can tell a lot of just how things are going as far as is tournament goes.
NICO PAZZINI
Well that’s good since your fucking books mean oogatz to me, Ricky! I’m wrestling with the purest form of talent: my blood, my heritage. That’s the type of shit you can’t learn.
Pazzini glares at the camera.
NICO PAZZINI
You fackin’ scifuzza’s are thinking you are going to get past us. We are TRINACRIA; those titles belong to US! You got that?!
Rhodes pockets his fancy golden shades, looking into the camera.
RICKY RHODES
It’s nothing personal girls, it’s just business. We’ll see you out there!
With that the show moves onto another ad break for MADISON TOWER, starring both MATT KNOX and CHRIS MOSH. Coming soon to SplatTV.
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STATIC
The camera cuts backstage to the Uprising infirmary where we find ASH DEVEREAUX walking out to take some paperwork to our fearless leader and MATT KNOX sat upon the exam table with an ice pack taped to his injured shoulder and his right knee taped up tight.
MATT KNOX
What goddamn good is a one-winged bird...
He mumbles as he rolls the shoulder, trying to get loosened up and ready for tonight's contendership match with Don Tirri. A soft knock, followed by a very loud knock led to the door swinging open and a little lady walking up with a sweet smile on her face.
KAMARI
こんばんは!
The camera gets a good look at her, revealing it to be KAMARI, one of the latest signings in the company.
KAMARI
You do not look so good, new friend. Are you okay?
MATT KNOX
Who the f--
Knox looks taken aback by the sudden barge in, but relaxes as realization and recognition fill his face.
MATT KNOX
Oh. Rainbow vomit. What's up kid? Yeah, I'm good. Just gettin' tuned up for tonight..
He rolls the shoulder once more, eyeing the oddball rookie. Giving a couple nods, the young woman suddenly hops up, taking a seat next to Knox on the exam table, offering another smile.
KAMARI
Getting tuned up? Like a band? Rubberband? That is so cool! I am okay, looking and so happy to be here! Are you okay for sure?
Eyeing him rather carefully, Kamari places a hand on his ailing shoulder.
KAMARI
You need to be good to you and be careful. Fighting spirit is beautiful but not when the fight is hurt. Yes?
Knox flinches from the touch but hides it well, like the nuns and their rulers. He takes the rookie in while listening. She's bubbly. Friendly. Reminds him too much of Kenzie and that puts him decidedly ill at ease.
MATT KNOX
Well, the fight doesn't come on our schedule. But when it does? I'm not one to shy away. As long as I'm breathing. And, well..
He takes in a couple comically deep breaths to demonstrate.
MATT KNOX
Looks like I'm fighting. I appreciate the concern, kid, but for future reference I never really listen to it.
KAMARI
You are welcome! I want to make sure that you are doing good, new friend. Your tough way makes me smile! I will keep concern if this is okay. I will be watching too! Always watching..if this is okay too.
Kamari was quick to give a couple playful taps to his shoulder before petting it and pulling her hand away.
KAMARI
I can help too..
Knox's eyes dart to the door, half hoping for Ash to bop back in but no such luck. With a slight scoot away, he answers.
MATT KNOX
Well I assure you out of the ring I'm very boring, kid. And far as help...what exactly do you mean?
KAMARI
Out of the ring? I am sure you are great! I like to sing and play when I do not do this. I also like to help! When I help friends they feel better. They laugh and feel nice. They know they are not alone ever. We share?
Knox lets out an exhale then, sliding off the table and retrieving his shirt. He pulls it on over the secured ice pack and takes a moment to fix it before addressing the oddball.
MATT KNOX
Kid, I'm not one hundred percent on any of that but if you're asking for a friend backstage until you find your footing, you got it. Don't be afraid to seek me out. And you can call me Matt. 'New friend' is a little weird.
Staying on the exam table, Kamari kicks her legs a couple times before hopping off herself. Looking up again she takes a second before trying to word things properly.
KAMARI
Sorry! English is not the best but I will keep trying! Backstage friend is perfect, thank you so much. You are nice Matt. My name when I do not do this is Mira. Mira Natsume! I am happy to meet you.
Another quiet second of examination, before Knox reaches a pale hand out to her, offering it.
MATT KNOX
It’s a pleasure, young Ms. Natsume. Now I’m going to finish all my superstitious bullshit. Have fun back here tonight and uh….don’t talk to the Italians.
KAMARI
Have fun with supers! I will do as you say and have fun too! Thank you.. I will see you very soon.
Taking hold of his hand with both of hers, Kamari gives a bow before racing off in a skip, leaving her ‘new friend’ to look on at the exit. Knox finds himself shaking his head again, before chuckling and looking at the camera.
MATT KNOX
Where do you find them, Brad?
He walks out of the shot then as we cut back to ringside!
AMBER RYAN vs SAMANTHA TOLSON
Tolson and Ryan bump fists in the middle of the ring as the fans cheer for the two former champions in Uprising and countless other promotions. Sam Tolson, the first ever Silver State Champion and the one who brought legitimacy to the title despite the continued efforts of Mosh to tarnish it, and her. Amber Ryan, one half of the first ever Uprising Tag Champions and a current World Champion up the road in Vegas. Both women are renowned for their grit and skill. Both fighting champions in every definition of the word. The two lock up and Tolson wins the initial test of strength before sending Amber Ryan into the ropes. She nails Amber with a clothesline as she comes back and drops down, locking in an arm bar but Ryan rolls through and gets up. She nails Tolson with a knee to the face as she tries to get to her feet and yanks her up by her hair. She then suddenly lifts Tolson into a vertical suplex and stalls in an amazing show of strength! But Tolson begins kneeing Ryan in the head, causing her to drop her. The pair of them both roll with discus elbow strikes and BAM both women are down on the ground!
Amber Ryan gets to her feet first, and charges Tolson who has puilled herself up using the ropes. She takes her to the outside with a clothesline and then stumbles a moment, shaking the cobwebs. Amber then bounces off the ropes and goes for a suicide dive..BUT TOLSON CATCHES AMBER RYAN! RUNNING POWERSLAM TO THE CONCRETE ON THE OUTSIDE!! Tolson gets up and hypes up the crowd...AND SUDDENLY CHRIS MOSH’S MUSIC HITS!
Mosh begins making his way down to the ring, distracting the ref who has gone to meet him and tell him to knock this shit off..but they don’t see Summer and Danielle Page hopping the barrier! BUT TOLSON AND AMBER BOTH SEE IT COMING! THEY DUCK THE CHAIR SHOTS FROM THE SOCIALITES. SUMMER TURNS BACK TO FACE TOLSON AND IS FLOORED IWTH A GIANT DISCUS LARIAT! DANIELLE IS TAKEN DOWN BY AMBER RYAN WITH ORIGINAL SIN! MOSH PUSHES NEIL RANA DOWN AND CHARGES THE WOMEN...BUT STOPS SHORT AND HOPS THE BARRIER TO MAKE HIS ESCAPE AS TOLSON SWINGS A CHAIR AT HIS HEAD!
Neil Rana turns around, sees the carnage, and begins waving his hand frantically calling for the bell, naming the match a draw as he cannot determine who used a weapon on whom first.
WINNER: NO CONTEST
MATT KNOX
What goddamn good is a one-winged bird...
He mumbles as he rolls the shoulder, trying to get loosened up and ready for tonight's contendership match with Don Tirri. A soft knock, followed by a very loud knock led to the door swinging open and a little lady walking up with a sweet smile on her face.
KAMARI
こんばんは!
The camera gets a good look at her, revealing it to be KAMARI, one of the latest signings in the company.
KAMARI
You do not look so good, new friend. Are you okay?
MATT KNOX
Who the f--
Knox looks taken aback by the sudden barge in, but relaxes as realization and recognition fill his face.
MATT KNOX
Oh. Rainbow vomit. What's up kid? Yeah, I'm good. Just gettin' tuned up for tonight..
He rolls the shoulder once more, eyeing the oddball rookie. Giving a couple nods, the young woman suddenly hops up, taking a seat next to Knox on the exam table, offering another smile.
KAMARI
Getting tuned up? Like a band? Rubberband? That is so cool! I am okay, looking and so happy to be here! Are you okay for sure?
Eyeing him rather carefully, Kamari places a hand on his ailing shoulder.
KAMARI
You need to be good to you and be careful. Fighting spirit is beautiful but not when the fight is hurt. Yes?
Knox flinches from the touch but hides it well, like the nuns and their rulers. He takes the rookie in while listening. She's bubbly. Friendly. Reminds him too much of Kenzie and that puts him decidedly ill at ease.
MATT KNOX
Well, the fight doesn't come on our schedule. But when it does? I'm not one to shy away. As long as I'm breathing. And, well..
He takes in a couple comically deep breaths to demonstrate.
MATT KNOX
Looks like I'm fighting. I appreciate the concern, kid, but for future reference I never really listen to it.
KAMARI
You are welcome! I want to make sure that you are doing good, new friend. Your tough way makes me smile! I will keep concern if this is okay. I will be watching too! Always watching..if this is okay too.
Kamari was quick to give a couple playful taps to his shoulder before petting it and pulling her hand away.
KAMARI
I can help too..
Knox's eyes dart to the door, half hoping for Ash to bop back in but no such luck. With a slight scoot away, he answers.
MATT KNOX
Well I assure you out of the ring I'm very boring, kid. And far as help...what exactly do you mean?
KAMARI
Out of the ring? I am sure you are great! I like to sing and play when I do not do this. I also like to help! When I help friends they feel better. They laugh and feel nice. They know they are not alone ever. We share?
Knox lets out an exhale then, sliding off the table and retrieving his shirt. He pulls it on over the secured ice pack and takes a moment to fix it before addressing the oddball.
MATT KNOX
Kid, I'm not one hundred percent on any of that but if you're asking for a friend backstage until you find your footing, you got it. Don't be afraid to seek me out. And you can call me Matt. 'New friend' is a little weird.
Staying on the exam table, Kamari kicks her legs a couple times before hopping off herself. Looking up again she takes a second before trying to word things properly.
KAMARI
Sorry! English is not the best but I will keep trying! Backstage friend is perfect, thank you so much. You are nice Matt. My name when I do not do this is Mira. Mira Natsume! I am happy to meet you.
Another quiet second of examination, before Knox reaches a pale hand out to her, offering it.
MATT KNOX
It’s a pleasure, young Ms. Natsume. Now I’m going to finish all my superstitious bullshit. Have fun back here tonight and uh….don’t talk to the Italians.
KAMARI
Have fun with supers! I will do as you say and have fun too! Thank you.. I will see you very soon.
Taking hold of his hand with both of hers, Kamari gives a bow before racing off in a skip, leaving her ‘new friend’ to look on at the exit. Knox finds himself shaking his head again, before chuckling and looking at the camera.
MATT KNOX
Where do you find them, Brad?
He walks out of the shot then as we cut back to ringside!
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INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM -- THE RING
AMBER RYAN vs SAMANTHA TOLSON
Tolson and Ryan bump fists in the middle of the ring as the fans cheer for the two former champions in Uprising and countless other promotions. Sam Tolson, the first ever Silver State Champion and the one who brought legitimacy to the title despite the continued efforts of Mosh to tarnish it, and her. Amber Ryan, one half of the first ever Uprising Tag Champions and a current World Champion up the road in Vegas. Both women are renowned for their grit and skill. Both fighting champions in every definition of the word. The two lock up and Tolson wins the initial test of strength before sending Amber Ryan into the ropes. She nails Amber with a clothesline as she comes back and drops down, locking in an arm bar but Ryan rolls through and gets up. She nails Tolson with a knee to the face as she tries to get to her feet and yanks her up by her hair. She then suddenly lifts Tolson into a vertical suplex and stalls in an amazing show of strength! But Tolson begins kneeing Ryan in the head, causing her to drop her. The pair of them both roll with discus elbow strikes and BAM both women are down on the ground!
Amber Ryan gets to her feet first, and charges Tolson who has puilled herself up using the ropes. She takes her to the outside with a clothesline and then stumbles a moment, shaking the cobwebs. Amber then bounces off the ropes and goes for a suicide dive..BUT TOLSON CATCHES AMBER RYAN! RUNNING POWERSLAM TO THE CONCRETE ON THE OUTSIDE!! Tolson gets up and hypes up the crowd...AND SUDDENLY CHRIS MOSH’S MUSIC HITS!
Mosh begins making his way down to the ring, distracting the ref who has gone to meet him and tell him to knock this shit off..but they don’t see Summer and Danielle Page hopping the barrier! BUT TOLSON AND AMBER BOTH SEE IT COMING! THEY DUCK THE CHAIR SHOTS FROM THE SOCIALITES. SUMMER TURNS BACK TO FACE TOLSON AND IS FLOORED IWTH A GIANT DISCUS LARIAT! DANIELLE IS TAKEN DOWN BY AMBER RYAN WITH ORIGINAL SIN! MOSH PUSHES NEIL RANA DOWN AND CHARGES THE WOMEN...BUT STOPS SHORT AND HOPS THE BARRIER TO MAKE HIS ESCAPE AS TOLSON SWINGS A CHAIR AT HIS HEAD!
Neil Rana turns around, sees the carnage, and begins waving his hand frantically calling for the bell, naming the match a draw as he cannot determine who used a weapon on whom first.
WINNER: NO CONTEST
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INT. BACKSTAGE -- HALLWAY
The cameras come into focus and as it does we are able to see CRYSTAL ZDUNICH standing in front of the UPRISING logo on the wall, staring directly into the viewer's soul as she begins to speak.
CRYSTAL ZDUNICH
Long behold, Uprising, it is your one and only Hollywood Starlet. It is Crystal Zdunich and tonight I will be walking into a match with the chance to finally get what I have been looking for. I will get a chance at the Silver State Championship. I just need to do one simple thing… I just need to get past Clarissa Claire and everything I ever wanted will be mine for the taking.
Crystal shakes her head in utter disgust as she begins to speak some more.
CRYSTAL ZDUNICH
Now is Clarissa Claire good?! To be honest... it’s really too early to tell. Her biggest claim to fame was that huge feud she had with Father Time Bruce McLeod back in Edmonton... not that anyone around here even cares about or remembers that. We all know how much he sucks so if that's what her biggest rival looks like, this is going to be a walk in the park.
Crystal laughs.
CRYSTAL ZDUNICH
She seems really spunky though. This entire time she has been trying to question if my head was really into this match. She ponders if I will even show up or if I am taking this seriously. What she doesn’t understand is that I have been built for matches like this. It was my determination that got me into the chamber match. I CLEANLY beat Tirri and now you want to ask me if I have what it takes to beat Clarissa?!
Crystal doesn’t look impressed as she speaks again.
CRYSTAL ZDUNICH
The answer to that is you're damn right I have what it takes. After all, I always will get my respect. I am a top tier athlete and I don’t want to stroke my ego but when you have been through what I have in this industry. You don’t have to live every single moment of your social life on Twitter just to say HEY LOOK AT ME I AM GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS!!! Doesn’t that sound absolutely stupid?! Just like you don’t have to stand there and go about predictions for every show and constantly try to throw shade in my direction.
Crystal winks before shrugging her shoulders.
CRYSTAL ZDUNICH
Since this match was made I felt nothing but disrespect from the hands of Clarissa. She has only ever tried to intimidate me and she seems so eager to try to be in position to win a title so early in her career. Upon finding out that she was going to face me she even went as far as talking to CGW to try to go there and maybe trying to take what I have there as well. I don’t give a damn if somebody phoned it in because they didn’t give a crap about being somewhere. It still doesn’t change the fact that I am one of the best at what I do. I might be all over the place but I am always ready for a fight, and when I step in that ring I am going to channel nothing but pure Crystal Hilton and that spells a lot of trouble for Clarissa.
Crystal looks at her nails as she doesn’t seem to be impressed.
CRYSTAL ZDUNICH
Let’s face it by all means I could just outwrestle you, Clarissa. I definitely have the experience factor and that in itself is enough to give me the advantage over you. However what you need to be worried about is the fact that I will try to do anything to walk away with a win in our match. There is nothing that’s below the belt for me. If I have to cheat to prove a point so be it. The fact of the matter is that spunky attitude isn’t going to get you anywhere. By the time I am done you will be nothing but an afterthought. I will gain the win I am looking for and I will go on to competing for that Silver State Championship. Good luck loser because tonight you certainly will need it…
With that Crystal cracks a wicked grin as we go elsewhere.
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CRYSTAL ZDUNICH
Long behold, Uprising, it is your one and only Hollywood Starlet. It is Crystal Zdunich and tonight I will be walking into a match with the chance to finally get what I have been looking for. I will get a chance at the Silver State Championship. I just need to do one simple thing… I just need to get past Clarissa Claire and everything I ever wanted will be mine for the taking.
Crystal shakes her head in utter disgust as she begins to speak some more.
CRYSTAL ZDUNICH
Now is Clarissa Claire good?! To be honest... it’s really too early to tell. Her biggest claim to fame was that huge feud she had with Father Time Bruce McLeod back in Edmonton... not that anyone around here even cares about or remembers that. We all know how much he sucks so if that's what her biggest rival looks like, this is going to be a walk in the park.
Crystal laughs.
CRYSTAL ZDUNICH
She seems really spunky though. This entire time she has been trying to question if my head was really into this match. She ponders if I will even show up or if I am taking this seriously. What she doesn’t understand is that I have been built for matches like this. It was my determination that got me into the chamber match. I CLEANLY beat Tirri and now you want to ask me if I have what it takes to beat Clarissa?!
Crystal doesn’t look impressed as she speaks again.
CRYSTAL ZDUNICH
The answer to that is you're damn right I have what it takes. After all, I always will get my respect. I am a top tier athlete and I don’t want to stroke my ego but when you have been through what I have in this industry. You don’t have to live every single moment of your social life on Twitter just to say HEY LOOK AT ME I AM GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS!!! Doesn’t that sound absolutely stupid?! Just like you don’t have to stand there and go about predictions for every show and constantly try to throw shade in my direction.
Crystal winks before shrugging her shoulders.
CRYSTAL ZDUNICH
Since this match was made I felt nothing but disrespect from the hands of Clarissa. She has only ever tried to intimidate me and she seems so eager to try to be in position to win a title so early in her career. Upon finding out that she was going to face me she even went as far as talking to CGW to try to go there and maybe trying to take what I have there as well. I don’t give a damn if somebody phoned it in because they didn’t give a crap about being somewhere. It still doesn’t change the fact that I am one of the best at what I do. I might be all over the place but I am always ready for a fight, and when I step in that ring I am going to channel nothing but pure Crystal Hilton and that spells a lot of trouble for Clarissa.
Crystal looks at her nails as she doesn’t seem to be impressed.
CRYSTAL ZDUNICH
Let’s face it by all means I could just outwrestle you, Clarissa. I definitely have the experience factor and that in itself is enough to give me the advantage over you. However what you need to be worried about is the fact that I will try to do anything to walk away with a win in our match. There is nothing that’s below the belt for me. If I have to cheat to prove a point so be it. The fact of the matter is that spunky attitude isn’t going to get you anywhere. By the time I am done you will be nothing but an afterthought. I will gain the win I am looking for and I will go on to competing for that Silver State Championship. Good luck loser because tonight you certainly will need it…
With that Crystal cracks a wicked grin as we go elsewhere.
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STATIC
MATT KNOX
What goddamn good is a one-winged bird, anyway?
The camera cuts on to reveal none other than MATT KNOX, looking like he's just finally emerged fresh from his evaluation with Devereaux. He is seated in his locker room under dim light, in keeping with the rest of his wounded and brooding trope.
MATT KNOX
A lore more good than a fake, petulant child as the face of a company.
A small smirk cracks his features as he leans back, letting a chuckle escape him as he collects his thoughts.
MATT KNOX
See, I know that I've been the focus of a lot of sideways glances. Had me a public breakdown over JC getting hurt, started drinking like I just turned 21 again. Fell in and started dating a rookie...although that has actually been a positive, if I'm being honest.
He gives a small nod before shaking his head and refocusing.
MATT KNOX
But life isn’t all dreary. Bert McAlroy, my protégé and friend. A man who I taught to fight, and to wrestle? Just got himself a title out in Indy. Which continues a trend of me training champions. It’s like a second fatherhood, really. One I haven’t fucked up...but see as good, pure, and warm as that all is? I must admit to being a green-eyed monster..
He steeples his fingers over his mouth, leaning forward and letting out an exhale.
MATT KNOX
I haven’t had a title in the year I've been back. Had a couple opportunities. Project Honor’s Legacy Chamber? Not my best showing, but at least I didn’t go out first. And here in Uprising? Oh Lord..full circle. Because tonight, I get to fight a good friend for a shot at the man who put my brother in a coma, and screwed me out of the title.
Knox shifts in his seat, before standing up. His body tense, radiating frustration at the hand he had been dealt. It’s rough going from being dealt a full house to a handful of crap. A hot streak of wins, one of the best in the company. But since SuMa, and that war ended? Everything’s been turned on its head.
MATT KNOX
As much as LEGION wants us all to play along with this new nice guy act. This changed man who only wants to cement his legacy and be a champion we can all believe in? It’s simply not true. Empty, hollow words and actions from a little boy playing pretend. See, no matter how much of a good man he is now? He still screwed me out of winning the Uprising title from Luther Thunder two weeks before he hurt my friend.
A sneer, he shakes his head.
MATT KNOX
What goddamn good is a one-winged bird, anyway?
The camera cuts on to reveal none other than MATT KNOX, looking like he's just finally emerged fresh from his evaluation with Devereaux. He is seated in his locker room under dim light, in keeping with the rest of his wounded and brooding trope.
MATT KNOX
A lore more good than a fake, petulant child as the face of a company.
A small smirk cracks his features as he leans back, letting a chuckle escape him as he collects his thoughts.
MATT KNOX
See, I know that I've been the focus of a lot of sideways glances. Had me a public breakdown over JC getting hurt, started drinking like I just turned 21 again. Fell in and started dating a rookie...although that has actually been a positive, if I'm being honest.
He gives a small nod before shaking his head and refocusing.
MATT KNOX
But life isn’t all dreary. Bert McAlroy, my protégé and friend. A man who I taught to fight, and to wrestle? Just got himself a title out in Indy. Which continues a trend of me training champions. It’s like a second fatherhood, really. One I haven’t fucked up...but see as good, pure, and warm as that all is? I must admit to being a green-eyed monster..
He steeples his fingers over his mouth, leaning forward and letting out an exhale.
MATT KNOX
I haven’t had a title in the year I've been back. Had a couple opportunities. Project Honor’s Legacy Chamber? Not my best showing, but at least I didn’t go out first. And here in Uprising? Oh Lord..full circle. Because tonight, I get to fight a good friend for a shot at the man who put my brother in a coma, and screwed me out of the title.
Knox shifts in his seat, before standing up. His body tense, radiating frustration at the hand he had been dealt. It’s rough going from being dealt a full house to a handful of crap. A hot streak of wins, one of the best in the company. But since SuMa, and that war ended? Everything’s been turned on its head.
MATT KNOX
As much as LEGION wants us all to play along with this new nice guy act. This changed man who only wants to cement his legacy and be a champion we can all believe in? It’s simply not true. Empty, hollow words and actions from a little boy playing pretend. See, no matter how much of a good man he is now? He still screwed me out of winning the Uprising title from Luther Thunder two weeks before he hurt my friend.
A sneer, he shakes his head.
MATT KNOX
In the span of twenty-eight days, you screw me out of finally putting this historical shit behind me. Completing my redemption arc. All that good shit, then you pull some bullshit in the chamber. Bullshit you claim to be "just a risk that JC knew and accepted". Was he expecting, and accepting of being chained to a ring post because you couldn’t beat him down? Was you sending the two of you crashing down to the mat something he should have expected?
He scoffs, shaking his head as he paces. With a sudden angry burst, he flips the steel chair he was sitting in across the room with a swat. He stands still as stone, steadying his breathing a moment before letting out another scoff, a chuckle, and then he speaks up.
MATT KNOX
Maybe he did. But it doesn’t change the fact that you couldn’t beat him like a man, Nathan. You beat a forty-something man down after he eliminated nearly half the chamber and still beat the hell out of you... shit I’m rambling. So let me cut it short here, for you. For me. For the audience. I don’t care if it was a risk, I don’t care if JC wakes up and tells me to calm down, I don’t care if Brad Jackson tells me to let it go or be fired...you hurt my friend, you put him in a coma so I am going to hurt YOU, Nathan…
He stops his pacing finally, shaking his head.
MATT KNOX
Far as tonight. I love you like a brother, Don. You’ve always shot straight with me, had my back and been a good dude. But I can’t let you get in my way on this one. So tonight, consider my MERCY to be preventing you from being 0-3 in title matches here in Reno...We’ll save that for when I give you first crack at it after I take it off this petulant fuckboy at TOTAL ANARCHY. See you out there, Don.
SILVER STATE CHAMPIONSHIP CONTENDER
CLARISSA CLAIRE vs CRYSTAL ZDUNICH
Crystal's still posing in the apron for the fans before Clarissa comes running in with a lariat that sends her crashing to the floor. She springs over the ropes and crashes down on Crystal's back. She hiptosses Crystal onto the mats, ramming her face into the steps in the process. The crowd lets out a collective groan as she falls back, caught by Clarissa and unceremoniously tossed back into the ring. Crystal staggers up, right into a kick to the face that has her stumbling into the corner – HUGE SPLASH AND SHE'S DOWN INTO A MUDHOLE STOMPING! NO WAIT! REVERSAL! Crystal grabs Clarissa by the ankle and pulls her off balance, stunning her on the turnbuckle and it's enough to slip out of the corner and take her over with a bodyslam! Knee drop to the back of the head and the tide shifts again when Clarissa pounces and tackles Crystal to the canvas. Clarissa stays on her, pummeling her until Crystal gets off a lucky elbow strike that creates enough space to lock Clarissa into a sleeper. Clarissa jacks her jaw and sends her into the ropes. She misses an elbow on the rebound when Crystal dives but connects with a lunging tackle that turns into a Thesz press. Crystal bucks Clarissa off and rolls away, looking to exit the ring by Clarissa catches her by the ankle and pulls her back!
The second-gen luchadora rolls Crystal up, trapping her in a belly to back wristlock with neck submission. Zdunich tries like hell to break free, but it just isn't happening as Clarissa cinches the hold in tighter. After what seems like an eternity of booing, Clarissa releases the hold, and helps Crystal to her feet, where she weaves like a punch-drunk boxer. This time Clarissa moves in, looking for a finish as she hoists up Crystal who looks positively out of it. Suddenly, Crystal explodes to life, and slams a flurry of punches into Clarissa. Looking desperate, Crystal nails a kick to the solar plexus, driving the wind from Clarissa's lungs, and then as she's falling, hits Flashing Lights (Chick Kick)! Clarissa goes down hard.
ONE!
TW—NO!
The crowd is hushed, almost collectively holding their breath as Clarissa scrambles to her feet. Crystal telegraphs a punch and Clarissa grabs her arm, running into the corner – ENVIOUS ENDING (reverse cutter) AND CRYSTAL IS DOWN! CLARISSA HAULS HER BACK UP AND THE MIAMI MELTDOWN IS LOCKED IN, RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING AND CRYSTAL'S DOING HER BEST TO BLOCK IT BUT SHE CAN'T! She's flailing, trying to rake Clarissa's eyes and get her hands under that locked arm, leaving gouges from her nails but Clarissa is relentless, sinking in deep and Crystal sags to the canvas, her face going from red to purple to match her latest hair color and then she's down and out.
WINNER (VIA SUBMISSION): CLARISSA CLAIRE
He scoffs, shaking his head as he paces. With a sudden angry burst, he flips the steel chair he was sitting in across the room with a swat. He stands still as stone, steadying his breathing a moment before letting out another scoff, a chuckle, and then he speaks up.
MATT KNOX
Maybe he did. But it doesn’t change the fact that you couldn’t beat him like a man, Nathan. You beat a forty-something man down after he eliminated nearly half the chamber and still beat the hell out of you... shit I’m rambling. So let me cut it short here, for you. For me. For the audience. I don’t care if it was a risk, I don’t care if JC wakes up and tells me to calm down, I don’t care if Brad Jackson tells me to let it go or be fired...you hurt my friend, you put him in a coma so I am going to hurt YOU, Nathan…
He stops his pacing finally, shaking his head.
MATT KNOX
Far as tonight. I love you like a brother, Don. You’ve always shot straight with me, had my back and been a good dude. But I can’t let you get in my way on this one. So tonight, consider my MERCY to be preventing you from being 0-3 in title matches here in Reno...We’ll save that for when I give you first crack at it after I take it off this petulant fuckboy at TOTAL ANARCHY. See you out there, Don.
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INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM -- THE RING
SILVER STATE CHAMPIONSHIP CONTENDER
CLARISSA CLAIRE vs CRYSTAL ZDUNICH
Crystal's still posing in the apron for the fans before Clarissa comes running in with a lariat that sends her crashing to the floor. She springs over the ropes and crashes down on Crystal's back. She hiptosses Crystal onto the mats, ramming her face into the steps in the process. The crowd lets out a collective groan as she falls back, caught by Clarissa and unceremoniously tossed back into the ring. Crystal staggers up, right into a kick to the face that has her stumbling into the corner – HUGE SPLASH AND SHE'S DOWN INTO A MUDHOLE STOMPING! NO WAIT! REVERSAL! Crystal grabs Clarissa by the ankle and pulls her off balance, stunning her on the turnbuckle and it's enough to slip out of the corner and take her over with a bodyslam! Knee drop to the back of the head and the tide shifts again when Clarissa pounces and tackles Crystal to the canvas. Clarissa stays on her, pummeling her until Crystal gets off a lucky elbow strike that creates enough space to lock Clarissa into a sleeper. Clarissa jacks her jaw and sends her into the ropes. She misses an elbow on the rebound when Crystal dives but connects with a lunging tackle that turns into a Thesz press. Crystal bucks Clarissa off and rolls away, looking to exit the ring by Clarissa catches her by the ankle and pulls her back!
The second-gen luchadora rolls Crystal up, trapping her in a belly to back wristlock with neck submission. Zdunich tries like hell to break free, but it just isn't happening as Clarissa cinches the hold in tighter. After what seems like an eternity of booing, Clarissa releases the hold, and helps Crystal to her feet, where she weaves like a punch-drunk boxer. This time Clarissa moves in, looking for a finish as she hoists up Crystal who looks positively out of it. Suddenly, Crystal explodes to life, and slams a flurry of punches into Clarissa. Looking desperate, Crystal nails a kick to the solar plexus, driving the wind from Clarissa's lungs, and then as she's falling, hits Flashing Lights (Chick Kick)! Clarissa goes down hard.
ONE!
TW—NO!
The crowd is hushed, almost collectively holding their breath as Clarissa scrambles to her feet. Crystal telegraphs a punch and Clarissa grabs her arm, running into the corner – ENVIOUS ENDING (reverse cutter) AND CRYSTAL IS DOWN! CLARISSA HAULS HER BACK UP AND THE MIAMI MELTDOWN IS LOCKED IN, RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING AND CRYSTAL'S DOING HER BEST TO BLOCK IT BUT SHE CAN'T! She's flailing, trying to rake Clarissa's eyes and get her hands under that locked arm, leaving gouges from her nails but Clarissa is relentless, sinking in deep and Crystal sags to the canvas, her face going from red to purple to match her latest hair color and then she's down and out.
WINNER (VIA SUBMISSION): CLARISSA CLAIRE
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STATIC
We join proceedings backstage at the interview area. ISABELLA PAZZINI is there, her bubblegum pink hair clashing terribly with the ketchup-and-mustard backstage décor. She looks happy to be there though, in contrast to her sister CAMILLA, who looks as though she is a grumpy teenager who has been dragged away from playing PlayStation to kiss a mad auntie with facial hair. Arms across her chest, maximum sulk.
ISABELLA PAZZINI
Good evening, people of Reno and fans worldwide! My name is Isabella Pazzini, and this is my sister, Camilla, and we could not be more delighted to be talking to you LIVE from the Silver State Ballroom... RIGHT HERE, IN RENO NEVADA!!!
Yes, she just went for the cheapest of pops. Seems to work though, as the crowd responds with a roar, and her sister responds with a notable eye roll.
ISABELLA PAZZINI
Yes, we are ever so excited to be minutes away from our first match here in UPRISING, and our first match teaming together in... how many years has it been, Camilla?
CAMILLA PAZZINI
A good three surgical enhancements at least, in your case.
ISABELLA PAZZINI
Rude. Anyway, I am delighted to get business cracking here in Reno, two on two against the Black Crusade Worldwide. We watched your little promo earlier, and despite the secondary language thing, you guys are pretty darn funny. We enjoyed it a lot.
Camilla rolls her eyes. Again.
CAMILLA PAZZINI
Any jokes you liked in particular, dear sister?
ISABELLA PAZZINI
The one the smaller one made about neither of us being in his weight class was great. You know, considering you’re kinda chubby.
CAMILLA PAZZINI
Alright, you got me back. Can we get to the actual point now, please?
Isabella shrugs.
ISABELLA PAZZINI
As you wish. Look, me and Camilla like to pick at each other a lot, and I suppose that’s only natural. We’re siblings, rivals, and very different people. But don’t let our bickering and infighting fool you into thinking we aren’t a dedicated unit. We know each other inside out, everything the other can do in the ring, we are as one. Sure, we may not have actually fought in a sanctioned tag match in a few years, but we’re confident. I mean, it’s kind of like riding a bicycle... you never forget.
CAMILLA PAZZINI
She knows all about bicycles. She married five different men.
ISABELLA PAZZINI
FOUR.
Camilla gives her an amused look.
ISABELLA PAZZINI
I married one of them twice. Are you done?
CAMILLA PAZZINI
I’m sorry. I have to entertain myself somehow. Your promos are kinda boring.
ISABELLA PAZZINI
Oh really? Well why don’t you show me how it’s done, if you’re such a wordsmith all of a sudden?
Isabella thrusts the microphone into Camilla’s hand. She looks at the microphone, back at the camera, and talks.
CAMILLA PAZZINI
Look, Black Crusade Worldwide. I don’t care what you’re crusading for or against, whether you speak Japanese, Swedish, Klingon or Morse Fucking Code. As far as I see, the pair of you both have an ass. Which means there’s something for me to whip. I suggest you get some ice packs ready backstage.
Camilla drops the mic, and walks away
ISABELLA PAZZINI
That’s it? Where are you going?!
CAMILLA PAZZINI
(shouting back)
TO WHIP SOMEBODY’S ASS!
Isabella sighs, folding her arms and shaking her head.
ISABELLA PAZZINI
She is... SO uncultured. I’m so sorry everyone. But... she IS family, so...
Isabella shrugs, as we head back to ringside.
TAG TEAM MATCH
SISTER-MATIC DESTRUCTION vs BLACK CRUSADE WORLDWIDE
Camilla stands across from Pyrebird, eyes rolling as the redhead lets her know just how that promo made them feel – Camilla's happy to brush the criticism aside and turns to appeal to the crowd after making eye contact with her sister. Pyrebird takes exception to the dismissal and grabs Camilla by the shoulder – huge mistake! A judo toss and she's skidding across the mat, only to be met with double knees to the face! Huge pops from the crowd as Camilla gets up, making a huge show of backing off and letting Pyrebird regain her footing and the moment she does, the two lock up. Pyrebird and Camilla keep pushing at each other, the redhead Amazon versus the solid Cammy, neither budging before Camilla nails the dirty knee to the midsection and grabs Pyrebird by the head – vertical suplex with insane hang time and then she dives into the corner for a hot tag to Isabella. The pair do a hell of a Garvin stomp before Camilla exits the ring, letting the pink-haired dynamo take over for a moment. Pyrebird tries to battle back as Isabella pulls her up by the hair and whips her into the corner, seeming surprised that she hasn't snatched Pyrebird's hair from her head. WHEEL OF MISFORTUNE (cartwheel elbow) in the corner and Pyrebird's dazed even before she's rolled backwards into a small package!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO!
Pyrebird gets her leg loose and a foot on the bottom rope – holy long legs and the match continues as Isabella tags out to her sister again! Camilla runs in with a lariat, but Pyrebird ducks it. Camilla turns around and gets met with a kick to the stomach and a series of STIFF forearm shivers to the head! Pyrebird flips Camilla over with a snapmare and gives her a swift kick in the back – oh no! Cammie gets hold of the ankle and jerks Pyrebird right off her feet – elbow to the throat of Camilla and she's left gasping for air as Pyrebird locks her up into a chokehold with body scissors. Camilla strains for the ropes, dragging Pyrebird along with her and the rope break saves the day as she rolls out of the ring to get her breath back. Pyrebird stumbles up, unsteady and she turns around right into a kick from the face courtesy of Isabella. In the corner Jiritsu is straining, leaning so far into the ring they're almost taking a header right into the action. Camilla shoves Pyrebird towards the corner where she collides with her partner and turns around to tag in her sister.
Jiritsu springs into action, going for a fast clothesline but Isabella ducks and follows up with a double-arm DDT. Undaunted, Jiritsu pops back up, fresh as a daisy and right into another barrage of strikes – OH HELL NO! ISABELLA'S FAKING THEM OUT AND THE MOMENT JIRITSU DODGES, DING DONG, BELLA CALLING (bell hammer shot to the face)! JIRITSU GOES DOWN HARD, AND ISABELLA HOOKS BOTH LEGS, SMOTHERING THEM FOR THE PIN JUST AS CAMMIE CHARGES ACROSS THE RING AND SPEARS PYREBIRD ALMOST OUT OF HER BOOTS!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): SISTER-MATIC DESTRUCTION
ISABELLA PAZZINI
Good evening, people of Reno and fans worldwide! My name is Isabella Pazzini, and this is my sister, Camilla, and we could not be more delighted to be talking to you LIVE from the Silver State Ballroom... RIGHT HERE, IN RENO NEVADA!!!
Yes, she just went for the cheapest of pops. Seems to work though, as the crowd responds with a roar, and her sister responds with a notable eye roll.
ISABELLA PAZZINI
Yes, we are ever so excited to be minutes away from our first match here in UPRISING, and our first match teaming together in... how many years has it been, Camilla?
CAMILLA PAZZINI
A good three surgical enhancements at least, in your case.
ISABELLA PAZZINI
Rude. Anyway, I am delighted to get business cracking here in Reno, two on two against the Black Crusade Worldwide. We watched your little promo earlier, and despite the secondary language thing, you guys are pretty darn funny. We enjoyed it a lot.
Camilla rolls her eyes. Again.
CAMILLA PAZZINI
Any jokes you liked in particular, dear sister?
ISABELLA PAZZINI
The one the smaller one made about neither of us being in his weight class was great. You know, considering you’re kinda chubby.
CAMILLA PAZZINI
Alright, you got me back. Can we get to the actual point now, please?
Isabella shrugs.
ISABELLA PAZZINI
As you wish. Look, me and Camilla like to pick at each other a lot, and I suppose that’s only natural. We’re siblings, rivals, and very different people. But don’t let our bickering and infighting fool you into thinking we aren’t a dedicated unit. We know each other inside out, everything the other can do in the ring, we are as one. Sure, we may not have actually fought in a sanctioned tag match in a few years, but we’re confident. I mean, it’s kind of like riding a bicycle... you never forget.
CAMILLA PAZZINI
She knows all about bicycles. She married five different men.
ISABELLA PAZZINI
FOUR.
Camilla gives her an amused look.
ISABELLA PAZZINI
I married one of them twice. Are you done?
CAMILLA PAZZINI
I’m sorry. I have to entertain myself somehow. Your promos are kinda boring.
ISABELLA PAZZINI
Oh really? Well why don’t you show me how it’s done, if you’re such a wordsmith all of a sudden?
Isabella thrusts the microphone into Camilla’s hand. She looks at the microphone, back at the camera, and talks.
CAMILLA PAZZINI
Look, Black Crusade Worldwide. I don’t care what you’re crusading for or against, whether you speak Japanese, Swedish, Klingon or Morse Fucking Code. As far as I see, the pair of you both have an ass. Which means there’s something for me to whip. I suggest you get some ice packs ready backstage.
Camilla drops the mic, and walks away
ISABELLA PAZZINI
That’s it? Where are you going?!
CAMILLA PAZZINI
(shouting back)
TO WHIP SOMEBODY’S ASS!
Isabella sighs, folding her arms and shaking her head.
ISABELLA PAZZINI
She is... SO uncultured. I’m so sorry everyone. But... she IS family, so...
Isabella shrugs, as we head back to ringside.
CUT TO:
INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM -- THE RING
TAG TEAM MATCH
SISTER-MATIC DESTRUCTION vs BLACK CRUSADE WORLDWIDE
Camilla stands across from Pyrebird, eyes rolling as the redhead lets her know just how that promo made them feel – Camilla's happy to brush the criticism aside and turns to appeal to the crowd after making eye contact with her sister. Pyrebird takes exception to the dismissal and grabs Camilla by the shoulder – huge mistake! A judo toss and she's skidding across the mat, only to be met with double knees to the face! Huge pops from the crowd as Camilla gets up, making a huge show of backing off and letting Pyrebird regain her footing and the moment she does, the two lock up. Pyrebird and Camilla keep pushing at each other, the redhead Amazon versus the solid Cammy, neither budging before Camilla nails the dirty knee to the midsection and grabs Pyrebird by the head – vertical suplex with insane hang time and then she dives into the corner for a hot tag to Isabella. The pair do a hell of a Garvin stomp before Camilla exits the ring, letting the pink-haired dynamo take over for a moment. Pyrebird tries to battle back as Isabella pulls her up by the hair and whips her into the corner, seeming surprised that she hasn't snatched Pyrebird's hair from her head. WHEEL OF MISFORTUNE (cartwheel elbow) in the corner and Pyrebird's dazed even before she's rolled backwards into a small package!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO!
Pyrebird gets her leg loose and a foot on the bottom rope – holy long legs and the match continues as Isabella tags out to her sister again! Camilla runs in with a lariat, but Pyrebird ducks it. Camilla turns around and gets met with a kick to the stomach and a series of STIFF forearm shivers to the head! Pyrebird flips Camilla over with a snapmare and gives her a swift kick in the back – oh no! Cammie gets hold of the ankle and jerks Pyrebird right off her feet – elbow to the throat of Camilla and she's left gasping for air as Pyrebird locks her up into a chokehold with body scissors. Camilla strains for the ropes, dragging Pyrebird along with her and the rope break saves the day as she rolls out of the ring to get her breath back. Pyrebird stumbles up, unsteady and she turns around right into a kick from the face courtesy of Isabella. In the corner Jiritsu is straining, leaning so far into the ring they're almost taking a header right into the action. Camilla shoves Pyrebird towards the corner where she collides with her partner and turns around to tag in her sister.
Jiritsu springs into action, going for a fast clothesline but Isabella ducks and follows up with a double-arm DDT. Undaunted, Jiritsu pops back up, fresh as a daisy and right into another barrage of strikes – OH HELL NO! ISABELLA'S FAKING THEM OUT AND THE MOMENT JIRITSU DODGES, DING DONG, BELLA CALLING (bell hammer shot to the face)! JIRITSU GOES DOWN HARD, AND ISABELLA HOOKS BOTH LEGS, SMOTHERING THEM FOR THE PIN JUST AS CAMMIE CHARGES ACROSS THE RING AND SPEARS PYREBIRD ALMOST OUT OF HER BOOTS!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): SISTER-MATIC DESTRUCTION
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EXT. SOMEWHERE IN RENO
The view cuts backstage to find the James Brown classic 'LIVING IN AMERICA' blaring at top volume from a boombox that looks straight out of 1995. The ever-lovely ARIANNA MANNING struts into view and the camera pans out, revealing her in a form-fitting "Uncle Sam" outfit with the stars and stripes as she sets down the massive boombox that was resting on her shoulder. Immediately, she starts go-go dancin' around, strutting her stuff as behind her follows the NEW SILVER STATE CHAMPION GASTON GILLET with the Ol' Glory draped over his back and that mesmerizing championship around his waist, polished to perfection.
GASTON GILLET
Reno, Nevada! Can you hear me??? HONEY...I'MMMMM HOME!
He pauses, waiting for the pop that comes right on cue, muffled though as it comes from within the packed ballroom itself. As Arianna clicks off the theme song, she takes the flag of his shoulders and we see Gaston in all of his glory: muscles shining and bulging as he stands there posing and flexin' for the camera. Arianna whoops and cheers him on. After some rather inviting muscle twitches, the Marseille native flashes a pearly white smirk to the camera.
GASTON GILLET
Bonjour, my fellow Americans! How great does it feel to be back here tonight, huh?! Silver State Ballroom, with all of you and of course…your NEWWWWWWW Silver State CHAMPION: ME!
Ari sets him up with Americana chair, undoes the championship and the two share a kiss before she drapes the belt over his shoulder, and he sits down.
GASTON GILLET
It's been a long time coming, chasing the dream for years and years and not just any ol' dream but my very first championship won in the greatest nation in the world: United States Of America!
We can hear a deafening cheer from the crowd in the ballroom and the pair of them seem rather taken back by it.
GASTON GILLET
On last Revolution I went head-to-head against the greatest two-time Silver State Champion in the history of this great company: Samantha Tolson!
He politely waits for the crowd to react before going on.
GASTON GILLET
Now I know not everyone was necessarily expecting me to win against a bonafide legend such as Tolson. I mean, what has she not done? What title has she not held in her possession? There were a lot of those who believed that I could not, would not and maybe even should not beat her…yet as is possible on any given night on this terrific business, miracles do happen! Dreams do become reality and while there were a whole lot of you who supported Samantha and wanted her to prevail, I heard a lot of cheers for me as well. You, the fans, pushed me through helping me achieve my dream of becoming a Silver State Champion and this title, in my possession, is just as much mine as it is yours. Yet tonight I am facing someone who is not a stranger to the championship. Chris Mosh, the self-proclaimed "VIP" himself, and his cohorts have made it clear that neither Tolson nor myself are real champions of this prestigious belt. No, no, my friends. We are squatters...we are thieves in the night who would stoop so low to steal something from such a worthy man—
The crowd boos loudly, the sarcasm in Gaston's tone lost on them.
GASTON GILLET
…yet he is the one who did lose that championship to Sam Tolson. He was the one who failed at Solstice and yet tonight he gets another chance. Well, Chris, if you think I am going to be anything like your previous rival then you are sorely mistaken.
ARIANNA MANNING
What does VIP stand for? Very Irritating Prick? Look, Mosh is the lowest of the low. He hangs around with stupid women, I'm not sure if they're further up their own asses or Mosh's dick is. Yeah, he won the Silver State Championship... how do you say, a blind rat finds a pot to piss once in a green moon. It's whatever. Gaston is not going to lose to a punk ass bitch like Mosh. THIS FACKING GUY... he's against everything that is good and true and ethical in this world. He's probably against abortion too, which is ironic, because he's a great advert for it.
Gaston blinks a couple times, as he looks at her.
GASTON GILLET
...Murica?!
ARIANNA MANNING
ALSO, GASTON IS A GREAT CHAMP! YAY GASTON! AMERICA F-YEAH! BAY-BAY~
GASTON GILLET
Moshie, baby. You think this is going to be a cakewalk, you assume this to be a walk in the park well the thing is MR. VIP, MR. SKYBOX, MR. I AM BETTER THAN YOU..these people in the Silver State Ballroom do not want you as their champion. They want a blue-collar, working man American dream just like them. Someone who busts their ass for whatever he gets, who pushes himself further than anyone expected him to just to make this the best damn wrestling organization not just in the great state of Nevada but the whole world. You want to take this championship off me Mosh? You wanna come and strip it away from me? You are not going to have to go through just me, but you will have to go through each and every one of these fans who bust their asses, who work 9 to 5, who put up with their boss's bullshit just to have that paycheck, to provide for their family, maybe chill with a few brews over the weekend. Well Mosh, THIS is my family..these are MY people and we will never be anything like you and we are goddamn proud of it because when hard times come knocking when sacrifices need to be made for the good of the nation and good for the people, it's not the finely manicured hands of yours that reach to help. It is the calloused hands of a working man who breaks his body and his well being just to provide for his family and for the great country that gave him a chance. Tell me Chris Mosh, VIP Moshie, what is it YOU ever did to this country?! What did you do for the Silver State Championship besides inflating your own ego! You never game a damn about the people, the fans the very people whose hard-earned money you just want to pocket so you can spend it on champagne and VIP lounges with your...WOMEN OF THE NIGHT! Well to that I say nu-uh! This going to be a night for celebration for the working class, the common man, the REAL AMERICAN. The Red, White and Blue Dream of the people who built this great nation on their backs for generations so that fancy pants, soft-palmed, assholes such as you Chris Mosh could get a chance to live your dream of being better than any of us. Well tonight, that will not happen. I will fight you, Mosh, I will beat and I will pummel you for all I have in my body for this great nation and it's even greater people and if you got an ounce of courage a smidge of backbone left in ya, I suggest you bring it to the ring tonight because I am not going out there for you to jump me, to sneak attack me or do some sort of shenanigans. Nah Mosh, I know you. I am smarter than that. I'll stay right here until our match and if you come through this door…this one door to this room. I got something for you...you and those hoochies of yours.
Arianna hands him something and Gaston beams a pearly white smile to the camera holding up a bedpan which has two stickers on it "100% Mosh Proof" and "Luchadork Approved" on it.
GASTON GILLET
Bring it bitch!
With that we move on to another ad break for upcoming SplatTV content.
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GASTON GILLET
Reno, Nevada! Can you hear me??? HONEY...I'MMMMM HOME!
He pauses, waiting for the pop that comes right on cue, muffled though as it comes from within the packed ballroom itself. As Arianna clicks off the theme song, she takes the flag of his shoulders and we see Gaston in all of his glory: muscles shining and bulging as he stands there posing and flexin' for the camera. Arianna whoops and cheers him on. After some rather inviting muscle twitches, the Marseille native flashes a pearly white smirk to the camera.
GASTON GILLET
Bonjour, my fellow Americans! How great does it feel to be back here tonight, huh?! Silver State Ballroom, with all of you and of course…your NEWWWWWWW Silver State CHAMPION: ME!
Ari sets him up with Americana chair, undoes the championship and the two share a kiss before she drapes the belt over his shoulder, and he sits down.
GASTON GILLET
It's been a long time coming, chasing the dream for years and years and not just any ol' dream but my very first championship won in the greatest nation in the world: United States Of America!
We can hear a deafening cheer from the crowd in the ballroom and the pair of them seem rather taken back by it.
GASTON GILLET
On last Revolution I went head-to-head against the greatest two-time Silver State Champion in the history of this great company: Samantha Tolson!
He politely waits for the crowd to react before going on.
GASTON GILLET
Now I know not everyone was necessarily expecting me to win against a bonafide legend such as Tolson. I mean, what has she not done? What title has she not held in her possession? There were a lot of those who believed that I could not, would not and maybe even should not beat her…yet as is possible on any given night on this terrific business, miracles do happen! Dreams do become reality and while there were a whole lot of you who supported Samantha and wanted her to prevail, I heard a lot of cheers for me as well. You, the fans, pushed me through helping me achieve my dream of becoming a Silver State Champion and this title, in my possession, is just as much mine as it is yours. Yet tonight I am facing someone who is not a stranger to the championship. Chris Mosh, the self-proclaimed "VIP" himself, and his cohorts have made it clear that neither Tolson nor myself are real champions of this prestigious belt. No, no, my friends. We are squatters...we are thieves in the night who would stoop so low to steal something from such a worthy man—
The crowd boos loudly, the sarcasm in Gaston's tone lost on them.
GASTON GILLET
…yet he is the one who did lose that championship to Sam Tolson. He was the one who failed at Solstice and yet tonight he gets another chance. Well, Chris, if you think I am going to be anything like your previous rival then you are sorely mistaken.
ARIANNA MANNING
What does VIP stand for? Very Irritating Prick? Look, Mosh is the lowest of the low. He hangs around with stupid women, I'm not sure if they're further up their own asses or Mosh's dick is. Yeah, he won the Silver State Championship... how do you say, a blind rat finds a pot to piss once in a green moon. It's whatever. Gaston is not going to lose to a punk ass bitch like Mosh. THIS FACKING GUY... he's against everything that is good and true and ethical in this world. He's probably against abortion too, which is ironic, because he's a great advert for it.
Gaston blinks a couple times, as he looks at her.
GASTON GILLET
...Murica?!
ARIANNA MANNING
ALSO, GASTON IS A GREAT CHAMP! YAY GASTON! AMERICA F-YEAH! BAY-BAY~
GASTON GILLET
Moshie, baby. You think this is going to be a cakewalk, you assume this to be a walk in the park well the thing is MR. VIP, MR. SKYBOX, MR. I AM BETTER THAN YOU..these people in the Silver State Ballroom do not want you as their champion. They want a blue-collar, working man American dream just like them. Someone who busts their ass for whatever he gets, who pushes himself further than anyone expected him to just to make this the best damn wrestling organization not just in the great state of Nevada but the whole world. You want to take this championship off me Mosh? You wanna come and strip it away from me? You are not going to have to go through just me, but you will have to go through each and every one of these fans who bust their asses, who work 9 to 5, who put up with their boss's bullshit just to have that paycheck, to provide for their family, maybe chill with a few brews over the weekend. Well Mosh, THIS is my family..these are MY people and we will never be anything like you and we are goddamn proud of it because when hard times come knocking when sacrifices need to be made for the good of the nation and good for the people, it's not the finely manicured hands of yours that reach to help. It is the calloused hands of a working man who breaks his body and his well being just to provide for his family and for the great country that gave him a chance. Tell me Chris Mosh, VIP Moshie, what is it YOU ever did to this country?! What did you do for the Silver State Championship besides inflating your own ego! You never game a damn about the people, the fans the very people whose hard-earned money you just want to pocket so you can spend it on champagne and VIP lounges with your...WOMEN OF THE NIGHT! Well to that I say nu-uh! This going to be a night for celebration for the working class, the common man, the REAL AMERICAN. The Red, White and Blue Dream of the people who built this great nation on their backs for generations so that fancy pants, soft-palmed, assholes such as you Chris Mosh could get a chance to live your dream of being better than any of us. Well tonight, that will not happen. I will fight you, Mosh, I will beat and I will pummel you for all I have in my body for this great nation and it's even greater people and if you got an ounce of courage a smidge of backbone left in ya, I suggest you bring it to the ring tonight because I am not going out there for you to jump me, to sneak attack me or do some sort of shenanigans. Nah Mosh, I know you. I am smarter than that. I'll stay right here until our match and if you come through this door…this one door to this room. I got something for you...you and those hoochies of yours.
Arianna hands him something and Gaston beams a pearly white smile to the camera holding up a bedpan which has two stickers on it "100% Mosh Proof" and "Luchadork Approved" on it.
GASTON GILLET
Bring it bitch!
With that we move on to another ad break for upcoming SplatTV content.
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STATIC
The view opens to show "OLD SCHOOL COOL" DON TIRRI in his locker room, going through his pre-match routines. Taping up his wrists as the camera focuses on him and he speaks up.
DON TIRRI
So. Tonight I get to tick one more thing off my checklist. I’m finally locking up with Matthew Knox. A friend. And a rival. Him and me, we aren’t too different. But before I start talking more about him, I need to get a few things off my chest. Things that are relevant to the match tonight, or rather its stipulation and the way forward.
He stands up and from off the frame he is handed a golden championship title. He takes a long look at it before showing it to the camera.
DON TIRRI
See this? This is the One Wrestle Movement Glory championship. I finally broke the drought. I finally broke through the wall I have been hitting my head on here and in Indianapolis. When I won that match to claim this title, I felt proud. I felt elated. I felt happy. But at the same time? I felt like I let YOU down. The fans over here at Reno. I accomplished elsewhere what I failed to do multiple times over here. Why do I care you ask? You won a championship, why should you care where you won it, you ask? Because I just do. Because Reno is my home. Because you people have been supporting me since day 1 and deserve to see me win a championship HERE. I wanted my big moment to be HERE. But I let you down. And it’s one of my big regrets. But I won’t give up. I will fulfill that goal. Even if it lacks the oomph it would’ve had before.
He carefully sets the title belt down and starts to stretch.
DON TIRRI
But to do that I need to not only beat Knox tonight but also the big black devil himself, Legion. And I’ll be level with you guys. I’ve been going over the events of Revolution 13 in my head, trying to make heads and tails about it. The big bad cult-leader who has terrorized UPRISING for months returns without face paint and says he’s a changed man. But really. When I think about it… All I have is sympathy for poor Enigma. The dude put his faith on Legion, only for the fucker to cast him aside like a used condom after he served his purpose. I feel bad for Enigma and if the world was just, he would have become the biggest good guy in this promotion. But no. The fans cheered Legion for his callous betrayal. But then again. You guys cheer me so who am I to judge?
Shrugging at the last comment, Tirri sits down and begins to lace up his boots, making sure they are nice and tight.
DON TIRRI
But not only that. Legion is smart. Think about it for a moment. This whole change of character is just a plan by him. He knew that if he remained the champion as the big bad cult leader he would have had the most prolific good guys of the company after him. JC who I hope will drag himself out of the coma soon to extract his justified vengeance on Legion. Knox, who has been fighting monsters everywhere. Ignis, who is the biggest good guy in this company, no shades of grey in her. And hell, even me. Who has been fighting the big cunts since day one. But no. Legion wanted to mix things up, throw his challengers for a loop. Come out and pretend to be a changed man. Make us question our stance towards him. Make us wonder whether it’s legitimate or not. And make the fans see those who oppose him as the bad guys. That was his plan. Not only is he propping up his own position but undermining everyone else's. That is a smart man's play. That is a crooked man's play. That is a play the Black Devil would do. But I’m onto you, Legion. I will keep pointing out these things until you finally break your façade and reveal your true colors. You aren’t fooling anyone, Legion. Your plan is failing. And not even Jackson's staunch support will let you get away with it. The longer you keep up this charade, Legion, the harder it will for you to maintain it. Sooner than later the fans will turn against you. The locker room will turn against you. And unless Jackson gets a hang of the situation, they will turn against him too.
He winks at the camera and lights up a cigarette, an integral part of his pre-match routine.
DON TIRRI
But to get to Legion, as mentioned earlier, I need to deal with Matthew Knox. And anyone with a working brain knows that the two of us aren’t that different. We are both veterans. Both have our own codes of honor we follow. We are both extremely peeved about Legion and the tricks he’s pulled. And we are both long overdue a reign as the top champion. If Jackson was smart he’d just outright book a three-way, but I guess Legion needs protecting so only one of us can do it. Legion just loves the idea that we are at each others throats, Knox, so I am going to flat out say it: we’re gonna wrestle tonight, but before and after nothing changes between us. Regardless of who wins, I have full intention of remaining friends with you and given half a chance, join forces to put down that fraud who holds the UPRISING title as of now. You and me Knox, we are the same. And tonight… we fight.
He puffs away at the cigarette until it is completely burned out and flicks it away.
DON TIRRI
So fans of UPRISING… let your voice be heard. Cheer us. Boo Legion. Let tonight be the beginning of a journey to put down the charade. And one day. Probably soon. I will stand on top of the mountain as the UPRISING champion. I will keep pushing and fighting until that becomes a reality because that…
Tirri gets up, high fives Donny who has been off to the side and open the door before dropping one last line.
DON TIRRI
...is what professionals do.
He steps out as the view fades back down to ringside.
WINNER GETS AN UPRISING CHAMPIONSHIP SHOT AT TOTAL ANARCHY
MATT KNOX vs DON TIRRI
The fans are absolutely electric in the jam-packed Silver State Ballroom for a match that will go down in history: the first meeting of Matt Knox and Don Tirri, two seasoned veterans with another shot at the company’s top prize on the line. The two meet in the middle and take a moment to jaw with one another. Tirri motions to the fans, then between the two of them and slaps Knox on the chest. Knox grins and nods, slapping Tirri back before the two shake hands and back up as the crowd goes insane. Knox and Tirri go for a lockup and instantly the two are battling for position. Tirri begins winning the strength test, driving Knox toward a corner but Knox puts his superior quickness on display, breaking the lockup halfway and arm dragging Tirri into the corner! Tirri is upside down and Knox backs up, going for a baseball slide but Tirri pulls himself up and dodges. Knox slides through and to the outside.
Tirri steps away from the corner, looking over the top rope down at Knox. He can be heard calling him out for the dick move and Knox pays him a shrug before rolling back in and going for another lock up, but this time it’s Tirri who shows off his quickness by transitioning to a rear waistlock and nailing Knox with a German suplex. He is to his feet quickly and stays on Knox who gets to his feet shakily, lifting him up and nailing him with a scoop slam followed by an elbow drop and a quick pin.
ONE!
Knox kicks out but Tirri stays on him, getting up and laying the boots to Knox as he tries to get up. Eventually, Knox fires off an uppercut into Tirri’s ribs that backs him up and now Knox is on the offensive with a sudden second wind. He begins tagging Tirri with expertly placed jabs and shin kicks as the bulkier, slower competitor does his best to clench up and block. He fires off a hard haymaker but Knox feints it and gets behind Tirri, snatching him in a half nelson and taking him over with a half nelson suplex! Knox pops up quickly as Tirri does too. Tirri charges in with a clothesline but Knox ducks! Tirri bounces off the ropes, charging in but Knox catches him in an exploder suplex! Tirri crashes to the mat hard and Knox is now on him for the quick pin!
ONE!
Tirri kicks out! Knox seems undeterred though as he gets up and waits for Tirri to get to his knees. He then fires off a big, thunderous kick into Finn’s chest! Then another! Then another! The fans pop with each sickening thud! As Knox winds up another and fires it, Tirri catches it and gets to his feet as Knox hops on one foot. Tirri hauls off and nails Knox across the face with an open hand slap! Then another! Then another! He yanks Knox toward him, nailing him in the bread basket with a hard punch to double him over and then..PILEDRIVER!! TIRRI HOOKS THE LEGS!!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout by Knox!!
Tirri, undeterred, lifts Knox up with him. He whips Knox into the ropes and goes for a back body drop as Knox rebounds but The Raven puts the brakes on and fires a kick in Tirri’s face which straightens him up! He then fires off a roundhouse that turns Tirri completely around he snatches the Finn...KATAHAJIME!! THE MERCY!! and...BACK STABBER! THE MURDER! ITS LOCKED IN! Ref Stef is down, asking Tirri if he wants to give in but Old School Cool refuses! Knox jerks on Tirri’s head violently, trying to take his opponent out and end this but Tirri won’t die! He reaches up and grasps Knox’s forearm restricting his windpipe. He pries at if for all he’s worth! HE BEGINS TO MAKE SEPARATION! KNOX IS STUNNED AND DOESN'T NOTICE TIRRI REACH BACK AND THUMB HIS EYE! TIRRI BREAKS OUT OF THE MERCY!! HE GETS TO HIS FEET SLOWLY AS KNOX DOES AS WELL, TRYING TO SHAKE VISION BACK INTO HIS EYE!! DADDY D-T!! TIRRI GOES FOR THE COVER!!
ONE!
TWO!
TH--NO! MATT KNOX KICKS OUT!!
Tirri and Knox both lay under the arena lights as the fans scream in approval of the competitive match playing out before them. Slowly, Knox and Tirri both get to their hands and knees. They lock eyes before slowly rising simultaneously. With a yell from both they charge at one another, hooking each other behind the head and firing off right hands! Neither man gives an inch until Tirri’s superior power begins to drive Knox back only for him to duck a blow! Tirri turns into another roundhouse kick! Knox goes for another Katahajime but Tirri snatches his arm and yanks him over his shoulder, slamming him on the mat!
Knox is up quickly and ducks under a clothesline thrown by Tirri! Tirri keeps charging the ropes, Knox does the same and they charge one another and...THEY BOTH BOOT EACH OTHER IN THE FACE! KNOX DOES HIS BEST IMPRESSION OF JC'S BIG BOOT OF DEATH! DON TIRRI NAILS THE BOOT! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!! REF STEF BEGINS TO COUNT!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Knox and Tirri begin to stir! Knox rolls onto his stomach, and begins dragging himself to the ropes as Tirri pushes himself to a knee. The crowd is going absolutely nuts.
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
Knox gets to his feet slowly, looking rubber-legged. Tirri reaches for the ropes but seems to have misjudged how far away they are. The drags himself to them, grabbing onto the middle one and trying to get his legs under him.
EIGHT!
NINE!
KNOX IS ON HIS FEET, LEANING ON THE TOP ROPE!!
TEN!
DON TIRRI SLIPS, FALLING BACK DOWN AND REF STEF CALLS FOR THE BELL!!
WINNER (VIA REF STOPPAGE): MATT KNOX
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DON TIRRI
So. Tonight I get to tick one more thing off my checklist. I’m finally locking up with Matthew Knox. A friend. And a rival. Him and me, we aren’t too different. But before I start talking more about him, I need to get a few things off my chest. Things that are relevant to the match tonight, or rather its stipulation and the way forward.
He stands up and from off the frame he is handed a golden championship title. He takes a long look at it before showing it to the camera.
DON TIRRI
See this? This is the One Wrestle Movement Glory championship. I finally broke the drought. I finally broke through the wall I have been hitting my head on here and in Indianapolis. When I won that match to claim this title, I felt proud. I felt elated. I felt happy. But at the same time? I felt like I let YOU down. The fans over here at Reno. I accomplished elsewhere what I failed to do multiple times over here. Why do I care you ask? You won a championship, why should you care where you won it, you ask? Because I just do. Because Reno is my home. Because you people have been supporting me since day 1 and deserve to see me win a championship HERE. I wanted my big moment to be HERE. But I let you down. And it’s one of my big regrets. But I won’t give up. I will fulfill that goal. Even if it lacks the oomph it would’ve had before.
He carefully sets the title belt down and starts to stretch.
DON TIRRI
But to do that I need to not only beat Knox tonight but also the big black devil himself, Legion. And I’ll be level with you guys. I’ve been going over the events of Revolution 13 in my head, trying to make heads and tails about it. The big bad cult-leader who has terrorized UPRISING for months returns without face paint and says he’s a changed man. But really. When I think about it… All I have is sympathy for poor Enigma. The dude put his faith on Legion, only for the fucker to cast him aside like a used condom after he served his purpose. I feel bad for Enigma and if the world was just, he would have become the biggest good guy in this promotion. But no. The fans cheered Legion for his callous betrayal. But then again. You guys cheer me so who am I to judge?
Shrugging at the last comment, Tirri sits down and begins to lace up his boots, making sure they are nice and tight.
DON TIRRI
But not only that. Legion is smart. Think about it for a moment. This whole change of character is just a plan by him. He knew that if he remained the champion as the big bad cult leader he would have had the most prolific good guys of the company after him. JC who I hope will drag himself out of the coma soon to extract his justified vengeance on Legion. Knox, who has been fighting monsters everywhere. Ignis, who is the biggest good guy in this company, no shades of grey in her. And hell, even me. Who has been fighting the big cunts since day one. But no. Legion wanted to mix things up, throw his challengers for a loop. Come out and pretend to be a changed man. Make us question our stance towards him. Make us wonder whether it’s legitimate or not. And make the fans see those who oppose him as the bad guys. That was his plan. Not only is he propping up his own position but undermining everyone else's. That is a smart man's play. That is a crooked man's play. That is a play the Black Devil would do. But I’m onto you, Legion. I will keep pointing out these things until you finally break your façade and reveal your true colors. You aren’t fooling anyone, Legion. Your plan is failing. And not even Jackson's staunch support will let you get away with it. The longer you keep up this charade, Legion, the harder it will for you to maintain it. Sooner than later the fans will turn against you. The locker room will turn against you. And unless Jackson gets a hang of the situation, they will turn against him too.
He winks at the camera and lights up a cigarette, an integral part of his pre-match routine.
DON TIRRI
But to get to Legion, as mentioned earlier, I need to deal with Matthew Knox. And anyone with a working brain knows that the two of us aren’t that different. We are both veterans. Both have our own codes of honor we follow. We are both extremely peeved about Legion and the tricks he’s pulled. And we are both long overdue a reign as the top champion. If Jackson was smart he’d just outright book a three-way, but I guess Legion needs protecting so only one of us can do it. Legion just loves the idea that we are at each others throats, Knox, so I am going to flat out say it: we’re gonna wrestle tonight, but before and after nothing changes between us. Regardless of who wins, I have full intention of remaining friends with you and given half a chance, join forces to put down that fraud who holds the UPRISING title as of now. You and me Knox, we are the same. And tonight… we fight.
He puffs away at the cigarette until it is completely burned out and flicks it away.
DON TIRRI
So fans of UPRISING… let your voice be heard. Cheer us. Boo Legion. Let tonight be the beginning of a journey to put down the charade. And one day. Probably soon. I will stand on top of the mountain as the UPRISING champion. I will keep pushing and fighting until that becomes a reality because that…
Tirri gets up, high fives Donny who has been off to the side and open the door before dropping one last line.
DON TIRRI
...is what professionals do.
He steps out as the view fades back down to ringside.
CUT TO:
INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM -- THE RING
WINNER GETS AN UPRISING CHAMPIONSHIP SHOT AT TOTAL ANARCHY
MATT KNOX vs DON TIRRI
The fans are absolutely electric in the jam-packed Silver State Ballroom for a match that will go down in history: the first meeting of Matt Knox and Don Tirri, two seasoned veterans with another shot at the company’s top prize on the line. The two meet in the middle and take a moment to jaw with one another. Tirri motions to the fans, then between the two of them and slaps Knox on the chest. Knox grins and nods, slapping Tirri back before the two shake hands and back up as the crowd goes insane. Knox and Tirri go for a lockup and instantly the two are battling for position. Tirri begins winning the strength test, driving Knox toward a corner but Knox puts his superior quickness on display, breaking the lockup halfway and arm dragging Tirri into the corner! Tirri is upside down and Knox backs up, going for a baseball slide but Tirri pulls himself up and dodges. Knox slides through and to the outside.
Tirri steps away from the corner, looking over the top rope down at Knox. He can be heard calling him out for the dick move and Knox pays him a shrug before rolling back in and going for another lock up, but this time it’s Tirri who shows off his quickness by transitioning to a rear waistlock and nailing Knox with a German suplex. He is to his feet quickly and stays on Knox who gets to his feet shakily, lifting him up and nailing him with a scoop slam followed by an elbow drop and a quick pin.
ONE!
Knox kicks out but Tirri stays on him, getting up and laying the boots to Knox as he tries to get up. Eventually, Knox fires off an uppercut into Tirri’s ribs that backs him up and now Knox is on the offensive with a sudden second wind. He begins tagging Tirri with expertly placed jabs and shin kicks as the bulkier, slower competitor does his best to clench up and block. He fires off a hard haymaker but Knox feints it and gets behind Tirri, snatching him in a half nelson and taking him over with a half nelson suplex! Knox pops up quickly as Tirri does too. Tirri charges in with a clothesline but Knox ducks! Tirri bounces off the ropes, charging in but Knox catches him in an exploder suplex! Tirri crashes to the mat hard and Knox is now on him for the quick pin!
ONE!
Tirri kicks out! Knox seems undeterred though as he gets up and waits for Tirri to get to his knees. He then fires off a big, thunderous kick into Finn’s chest! Then another! Then another! The fans pop with each sickening thud! As Knox winds up another and fires it, Tirri catches it and gets to his feet as Knox hops on one foot. Tirri hauls off and nails Knox across the face with an open hand slap! Then another! Then another! He yanks Knox toward him, nailing him in the bread basket with a hard punch to double him over and then..PILEDRIVER!! TIRRI HOOKS THE LEGS!!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout by Knox!!
Tirri, undeterred, lifts Knox up with him. He whips Knox into the ropes and goes for a back body drop as Knox rebounds but The Raven puts the brakes on and fires a kick in Tirri’s face which straightens him up! He then fires off a roundhouse that turns Tirri completely around he snatches the Finn...KATAHAJIME!! THE MERCY!! and...BACK STABBER! THE MURDER! ITS LOCKED IN! Ref Stef is down, asking Tirri if he wants to give in but Old School Cool refuses! Knox jerks on Tirri’s head violently, trying to take his opponent out and end this but Tirri won’t die! He reaches up and grasps Knox’s forearm restricting his windpipe. He pries at if for all he’s worth! HE BEGINS TO MAKE SEPARATION! KNOX IS STUNNED AND DOESN'T NOTICE TIRRI REACH BACK AND THUMB HIS EYE! TIRRI BREAKS OUT OF THE MERCY!! HE GETS TO HIS FEET SLOWLY AS KNOX DOES AS WELL, TRYING TO SHAKE VISION BACK INTO HIS EYE!! DADDY D-T!! TIRRI GOES FOR THE COVER!!
ONE!
TWO!
TH--NO! MATT KNOX KICKS OUT!!
Tirri and Knox both lay under the arena lights as the fans scream in approval of the competitive match playing out before them. Slowly, Knox and Tirri both get to their hands and knees. They lock eyes before slowly rising simultaneously. With a yell from both they charge at one another, hooking each other behind the head and firing off right hands! Neither man gives an inch until Tirri’s superior power begins to drive Knox back only for him to duck a blow! Tirri turns into another roundhouse kick! Knox goes for another Katahajime but Tirri snatches his arm and yanks him over his shoulder, slamming him on the mat!
Knox is up quickly and ducks under a clothesline thrown by Tirri! Tirri keeps charging the ropes, Knox does the same and they charge one another and...THEY BOTH BOOT EACH OTHER IN THE FACE! KNOX DOES HIS BEST IMPRESSION OF JC'S BIG BOOT OF DEATH! DON TIRRI NAILS THE BOOT! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!! REF STEF BEGINS TO COUNT!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Knox and Tirri begin to stir! Knox rolls onto his stomach, and begins dragging himself to the ropes as Tirri pushes himself to a knee. The crowd is going absolutely nuts.
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
Knox gets to his feet slowly, looking rubber-legged. Tirri reaches for the ropes but seems to have misjudged how far away they are. The drags himself to them, grabbing onto the middle one and trying to get his legs under him.
EIGHT!
NINE!
KNOX IS ON HIS FEET, LEANING ON THE TOP ROPE!!
TEN!
DON TIRRI SLIPS, FALLING BACK DOWN AND REF STEF CALLS FOR THE BELL!!
WINNER (VIA REF STOPPAGE): MATT KNOX
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INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM -- RINGSIDE
URSULA VON ROSSBACH vs AIDEN ROMERO
She tosses the microphone aside and backs up to the opposite side of the ring, allowing him to slide inside and get to his feet. Her head rocks to the side multiple times before catching his fist and bringing him in for her infamous Bionic Headbutt. The man falls to one knee but is held up by Ursula’s grip on her hand as she pulls him into a lariat. His world is fundamentally shattered by the impact that is so hard and loud that the smack of flesh upon flesh reverberates over the noisy crowd.
Gathering him up, Ursula pulls him by the arm into a knee strike, then elevates him up with one hand to the chest while kneeling to slam his spine across her opposing knee. He crumples to the mat before her, but with a crazed look in his eye, he fights to his feet and delivers his version of her Great Kick! NO WAY! The Lady Terminator catches his leg and kicks in the other, forcing him to land in a painful, elevated split. She repeatedly kicks him in his chest before flipping him to the ground by his leg, effectively wrenching the ankle and rendering it sprained. He gets back to his feet, hobbling and turns right into the true Great Kick, his head snapping back as he falls to the canvas. Ursula places a boot upon his chest.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): URSULA VON ROSSBACH
With her music playing, Ursula rolls him out of the ring with the shove of her boot, dusting her hands in "triumph".
Said triumph is quickly cut short by the rapid-fire intro of 'Zetite' by Illnath and shortly afterwards the appearance of her foe of from the previous show, SUPREME MACHINE. The masked man makes his way down the aisleway, never breaking eye contact with the Lady Terminator. As he steps into the ring over the top rope, the crowd gets electric. They were robbed of a throwdown by these two just two weeks ago, and many seem eager to see them finish what they started before Mac Bane interrupted them. SuMa measures Ursula up, but instead of charging in for a strike, he reaches back to have a microphone put to his hand.
SUPREME MACHINE
Terminator. As far as Bane goes, you and we are of one mind. His actions are an embarrassment. But to us, there is no point in dwelling at them. We considered accepting your challenge… But should we clash in this ring again… it needs to mean something. More than just a test of mettle.
Ursula gathers her discarded microphone from the canvas, not disturbed since her impromptu match began and ended.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
I see, Mr. Machine. You are correct, our battle should be one of significance and not this display I indulged in just moments ago. What do you suggest?
Pondering on Ursula's words, SuMa begins to stalk around the ring.
SUPREME MACHINE
The way we see it, the two of us are not a fight to casually throw away. While we do not care for the business side of this… we know that by announcing a battle in advance gets more attention… And thus more will see as we prove your vulnerability. Or you ours. With Bane’s choice to flee… we lack a rival to look forward to fighting. Are you that rival Terminator? Or are you merely a stepping stone?
Ursula’s gaze followed Suma’s every step around the ring, unnerving in it’s intensity and seemingly never once blinking. When the question arrived upon her ears, a small smile spreads across her lips.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
I am surprised that you even had to ask, Mr. Machine. An opportunity thrown away lands in my hand and unlike the previous holder, I will save it from the trash bin of ‘What-Ifs’ and have a far superior battle, for all Mr. Bane would have done is, disappoint you. I never disappoint.
At hearing her words, SuMa chuckles and stops his pacing to face Ursula. He cocks his head from side to side in a slow, measured fashion and nods.
SUPREME MACHINE
We shall put that to the test then Terminator. But not tonight. A war is coming… And we shall be prepared.
With that, SuMa steps out of the ring, keeping his gaze on Ursula as he departs. With one more cock of his head he turns around and exposes his back to Ursula as a final sign of confidence and slips backstage. The Lady Terminator simply smirks at the offered back, never once laying a hand upon him. The display is not lost upon her in the slightest as she turns her attention to the cheering crowd before she, too, leaves the ringside area shortly thereafter.
As 'Unforgiven' by Sevendust plays upon the ears of the fans in attendance, through the curtains steps URSULA VON ROSSBACH. She is not attired casually, as one would expect for someone to be when given the night off but is instead in her black leather ring wear and sporting an intense scowl upon her face. She strides to the ring, taking a microphone from a ring attendant along the way. Ascending the ring steps, she then enters the ring and motions for her music to be killed with a gloved hand giving a knife-edged swipe through the air before her throat.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Ladies and Gentlemen, I stand before you tonight a woman denied satisfaction. Many days ago, the man I was due to face had his spine liquify and seep through his pores to join the puddle of urine at his feet when he realized just who in the hell he was going to face.
She casts a gaze over the crowd, no less happier than she was before. This is a woman who is clearly frustrated and quite done with games. Her fists are curled tight and there is a hint of murder residing within her gaze.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Mac Bane has been and always shall be a weak and pathetic coward who is incapable of doing business the correct way. May he forever know only mediocrity inside of his gilded cage, protected on sacred ground where he knows that I cannot reach him. The man claimed to have blood lust and passion, and to be someone with a strong work ethic and the ability to combat adversity in all of it’s forms. This family man has disproved that reputation in spades by not being here on this night, giving you, the fans, what you were to pay him for. He has not only snubbed his responsibility TO ME, but also TO YOU.
The fan reaction is to both cheer her and boo the former Uprising competitor. She gives a small nod.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
If you are watching, Mac Bane, know this: I never forget and rarely, if ever, forgive. If you ever set foot in an Uprising ring again, I will be there and you will suffer for this in the most excruciatingly painful manner I have available to me. What you have done is an insult to me, professional wrestling, and it’s loyal fans. You stole glory and ran far, far away from me. When I called you out on it on social media, rather than owning up to your fraudulent status as a dependable, honest worker of the wrestling ring, you buried your head in the sand and hid behind a block. Coward.
Slowly she turns to face the entry arch.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Now there is a reason I stand out here in my gear. I gave my word that I would be here tonight to compete and I always keep my word. So if anyone in the locker room has true valor, stand before me in this ring here and now. Who among you wishes to answer my call?
The Renee Phoenix trap mix of AC/DC’s 'Thunderstruck' blares from massive speakers around the arena as one AIDEN ROMERO steps out and walks bravely towards the ring. Ursula immediately identifies him.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Welcome, Mr. Romero.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Ladies and Gentlemen, I stand before you tonight a woman denied satisfaction. Many days ago, the man I was due to face had his spine liquify and seep through his pores to join the puddle of urine at his feet when he realized just who in the hell he was going to face.
She casts a gaze over the crowd, no less happier than she was before. This is a woman who is clearly frustrated and quite done with games. Her fists are curled tight and there is a hint of murder residing within her gaze.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Mac Bane has been and always shall be a weak and pathetic coward who is incapable of doing business the correct way. May he forever know only mediocrity inside of his gilded cage, protected on sacred ground where he knows that I cannot reach him. The man claimed to have blood lust and passion, and to be someone with a strong work ethic and the ability to combat adversity in all of it’s forms. This family man has disproved that reputation in spades by not being here on this night, giving you, the fans, what you were to pay him for. He has not only snubbed his responsibility TO ME, but also TO YOU.
The fan reaction is to both cheer her and boo the former Uprising competitor. She gives a small nod.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
If you are watching, Mac Bane, know this: I never forget and rarely, if ever, forgive. If you ever set foot in an Uprising ring again, I will be there and you will suffer for this in the most excruciatingly painful manner I have available to me. What you have done is an insult to me, professional wrestling, and it’s loyal fans. You stole glory and ran far, far away from me. When I called you out on it on social media, rather than owning up to your fraudulent status as a dependable, honest worker of the wrestling ring, you buried your head in the sand and hid behind a block. Coward.
Slowly she turns to face the entry arch.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Now there is a reason I stand out here in my gear. I gave my word that I would be here tonight to compete and I always keep my word. So if anyone in the locker room has true valor, stand before me in this ring here and now. Who among you wishes to answer my call?
The Renee Phoenix trap mix of AC/DC’s 'Thunderstruck' blares from massive speakers around the arena as one AIDEN ROMERO steps out and walks bravely towards the ring. Ursula immediately identifies him.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Welcome, Mr. Romero.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH vs AIDEN ROMERO
She tosses the microphone aside and backs up to the opposite side of the ring, allowing him to slide inside and get to his feet. Her head rocks to the side multiple times before catching his fist and bringing him in for her infamous Bionic Headbutt. The man falls to one knee but is held up by Ursula’s grip on her hand as she pulls him into a lariat. His world is fundamentally shattered by the impact that is so hard and loud that the smack of flesh upon flesh reverberates over the noisy crowd.
Gathering him up, Ursula pulls him by the arm into a knee strike, then elevates him up with one hand to the chest while kneeling to slam his spine across her opposing knee. He crumples to the mat before her, but with a crazed look in his eye, he fights to his feet and delivers his version of her Great Kick! NO WAY! The Lady Terminator catches his leg and kicks in the other, forcing him to land in a painful, elevated split. She repeatedly kicks him in his chest before flipping him to the ground by his leg, effectively wrenching the ankle and rendering it sprained. He gets back to his feet, hobbling and turns right into the true Great Kick, his head snapping back as he falls to the canvas. Ursula places a boot upon his chest.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): URSULA VON ROSSBACH
With her music playing, Ursula rolls him out of the ring with the shove of her boot, dusting her hands in "triumph".
Said triumph is quickly cut short by the rapid-fire intro of 'Zetite' by Illnath and shortly afterwards the appearance of her foe of from the previous show, SUPREME MACHINE. The masked man makes his way down the aisleway, never breaking eye contact with the Lady Terminator. As he steps into the ring over the top rope, the crowd gets electric. They were robbed of a throwdown by these two just two weeks ago, and many seem eager to see them finish what they started before Mac Bane interrupted them. SuMa measures Ursula up, but instead of charging in for a strike, he reaches back to have a microphone put to his hand.
SUPREME MACHINE
Terminator. As far as Bane goes, you and we are of one mind. His actions are an embarrassment. But to us, there is no point in dwelling at them. We considered accepting your challenge… But should we clash in this ring again… it needs to mean something. More than just a test of mettle.
Ursula gathers her discarded microphone from the canvas, not disturbed since her impromptu match began and ended.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
I see, Mr. Machine. You are correct, our battle should be one of significance and not this display I indulged in just moments ago. What do you suggest?
Pondering on Ursula's words, SuMa begins to stalk around the ring.
SUPREME MACHINE
The way we see it, the two of us are not a fight to casually throw away. While we do not care for the business side of this… we know that by announcing a battle in advance gets more attention… And thus more will see as we prove your vulnerability. Or you ours. With Bane’s choice to flee… we lack a rival to look forward to fighting. Are you that rival Terminator? Or are you merely a stepping stone?
Ursula’s gaze followed Suma’s every step around the ring, unnerving in it’s intensity and seemingly never once blinking. When the question arrived upon her ears, a small smile spreads across her lips.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
I am surprised that you even had to ask, Mr. Machine. An opportunity thrown away lands in my hand and unlike the previous holder, I will save it from the trash bin of ‘What-Ifs’ and have a far superior battle, for all Mr. Bane would have done is, disappoint you. I never disappoint.
At hearing her words, SuMa chuckles and stops his pacing to face Ursula. He cocks his head from side to side in a slow, measured fashion and nods.
SUPREME MACHINE
We shall put that to the test then Terminator. But not tonight. A war is coming… And we shall be prepared.
With that, SuMa steps out of the ring, keeping his gaze on Ursula as he departs. With one more cock of his head he turns around and exposes his back to Ursula as a final sign of confidence and slips backstage. The Lady Terminator simply smirks at the offered back, never once laying a hand upon him. The display is not lost upon her in the slightest as she turns her attention to the cheering crowd before she, too, leaves the ringside area shortly thereafter.
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INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM -- THE RING
TRIOS CHAMPIONSHIP SEMI-FINALS
COWGIRLS FROM HELL vs TRINACRIA
Meghan and Nico start the match out for their teams. The two most experienced (and naturally talented) members of their team lock up in the middle of the ring with Nico using his size advantage to shove Meghan into a neutral corner. He begins laying into her with chops and forearms. The ref starts to count Nico off and gets to five before Nico turns around and gets in Ref Stef’s face. This allows Vincenzo to charge the neutral corner and bash Meghan with a forearm smash! He hops off the apron and suddenly in comes Ricky Rhodes who nails a running boot along the apron! Mad Max is having none of it! She charges over and nails Vincenzo with a rolling senton off the apron. Ricky moves in to assist but Tamika launches off the apron with a missile dropkick!! Nico pays no mind, however, as he gets Meghan in position for a vertical suplex! He carries her over, then twists his hips and hauls them both back up. However when Nico lifts Meghan this time she begins bashing his face with her knee, managing to break free! She shakes the cobwebs, but ducks a clothesline from Nico and drops him with a swinging neckbreaker!!
Mad Max has returned to the apron as has Vincenzo they both get the hot tag from their teammates! Mad Max ducks a giant lariat and chop blocks the big man! She runs and bounces off the ropes, then smashes Vinny in the face with a running knee strike! A V Trigger! Vincenzo is stunned and gets up, ACTUALLY wobbly-legged. Mad Max whips him around...kick to the gut and HOLY SHIT! WELCOME TO THUNDERDOME!! THE OTHER COWGIRLS ATTACK THE TRINACRIA BOYS AS MAX GOES FOR THE PIN, COMMITTING THE BIGGEST UPSET OF THE NIGHT!!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): COWGIRLS FROM HELL
BLACK.
“IMMIGRANT SONG” BY LED ZEPPELIN PLAYS (O.S.)
Beyond wall to wall glass is a brightly lit store with yellow walls and shelves fully stocked with boxes featuring familiar scenes from some of the most popular franchises of all time. From Star Wars, to Batman, Disney and more. In the middle of the store are display cases filled with castles and space stations, all of which are built from bricks of all shapes and colors.
SUPERIMPOSE:
LEGO STORE
FOCUS ON: The entrance. Enter Reno Nevada and his trusted sidekick, Intern Steve. Reno is wearing a t-shirt which has BIGGEST DICK IN THE UNIVERSE written in a STAR TREK font above a phallus shaped constellation.
STEVE
What are we doing here, Reno?
RENO
I told you, young Stevie, we are paying a visit to the finest LEGO forger in the world! Or at least in the greater Lake Tahoe area.
STEVE
Oh yeah, sorry I forgot.
They stroll through the store toward the front counter. Reno is clutching a small case, a little larger than his hand, made from dark stained wood and covered in alien markings some might recognize as Matoran. As they reach the counter, the clerk looks up from a small King Arthur playset she’s working on. She pushes her large, round glasses up her nose and smiles.
CLERK
Welcome to the LEGO Store. How can I help you?
RENO
We’re here to see Hreidmar.
CLERK
Oh!
(she tips her head down, as if in reverence)
He’s in the back. Just through that door.
RENO
Machos Graaseeus.
The dynamic duo follow the counter to the end. A few feet past it is an open doorway but what lies beyond the threshold is hidden behind a curtain of LEGO bricks. Stevie gulps.
RENO
Chin up, chum. You’re about to meet a king.
Together they walk through the curtain. IMMIGRANT SONG is now playing from the speaker of a small FM radio. Over top of it we hear a GREAT HAMMERING. The room is lit but much more dimly than the brightly colored storefront. Reno and Stevie take a few steps inside and stop.
RENO
King Hreidmar, Master of the LEGO Forge, it is I, Reno Nevada of Boston, and this here is my comrade, young Steve of the Intern.
FOCUS ON: The back wall and a huge shadow cast against its taupe colored plaster. The silhouette is seen raising its hand, and in it a great hammer, before driving it downward on an unseen masterwork. SLOWLY we PAN DOWN the shadow, inch by inch, until a man comes into view—a man of unusual short stature, with a mohawk and a braided red beard which hangs down to his chest. He’s dressed in a leather tunic and pants.
STEVE
(whispers)
Oh, he’s a little person!
The king stops hammering and looks up with piercing blue eyes.
HREIDMAR
I am no little person. I am King of the Dwarves.
RENO
Pay no mind to the young lad, my liege, for interns are ignorant in the ancient ways.
(holds the box up)
Behold, I have brought what you require to finish the greatest weapon ever conceived.
HREIDMAR
Bring them forth.
Reno crosses the workshop with Steve in tow.
RENO
I purchased them from the_brick_collector on eBay for a great sum.
Hreidmar puts down his LEGO hammer and reaches up to take the box. What he’s working on remains out of sight, just below the frame, due to the table’s low height. The Dwarf King unlatches the box and slowly opens the lid. FOCUS ON: the interior of the box. Six Lego bricks rest on a silken bed. They appear clear to the eye.
HREIDMAR
You have achieved that which no man has achieved before. I hope you know what power you will unleash with these.
RENO
Enough power to defeat Ravana tonight in the LEGO Deathmatch.
HREIDMAR
And more.
RENO
How long will it take?
HREIDMAR
As you can see on the table, the vessel is complete. I must only affix these LEGOS to the weapon and it will be complete.
Hreidmar reaches down to find something. When his hand returns, it’s holding a pair of small, steel tongs. Carefully he takes out the first stone and lowers it out of view. We hear a snap and a click. A single drop of sweat rolls down his forehead. He then does the same with the remaining bricks.
HREIDMAR
Hark! It is complete!
RENO
It’s more than I could have ever imagined.
HREIDMAR
Steve of the Intern, hit the lights!
STEVE
Yes, my king!
Steve bounces off back to the door. FOCUS ON: RENO’S FACE. He’s slowly bending down to the bottom of the frame. Just before we see the creation of the King of the Dwarves, Steve flips the light switch. DARKNESS. The music cuts out and for a moment there is only silent nothingness, until—
We hear a low hum grow, as if some great machine is powering on, followed by a high-pitched overtone. Then, at once, lights flash on from below and paint Reno’s face in a rainbow of colors. Hreidmar lets out a mighty, bellowing laugh.
HREIDMAR
Lo! I give you the most powerful LEGO creation ever conceived in the entire universe!
RENO
It’s…beautiful.
Steve leans next to Reno’s shoulder. His dark eyes go big, and in them we see a tiny reflection of the lights.
STEVE
Whoa.
RENO
With this, young Steve, my victory is inevitable!
STEVE
Ravana doesn’t stand a chance!
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“IMMIGRANT SONG” BY LED ZEPPELIN PLAYS (O.S.)
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INT. GRAND SIERRA RESORT — EARLIER TONIGHT.
Beyond wall to wall glass is a brightly lit store with yellow walls and shelves fully stocked with boxes featuring familiar scenes from some of the most popular franchises of all time. From Star Wars, to Batman, Disney and more. In the middle of the store are display cases filled with castles and space stations, all of which are built from bricks of all shapes and colors.
SUPERIMPOSE:
LEGO STORE
FOCUS ON: The entrance. Enter Reno Nevada and his trusted sidekick, Intern Steve. Reno is wearing a t-shirt which has BIGGEST DICK IN THE UNIVERSE written in a STAR TREK font above a phallus shaped constellation.
STEVE
What are we doing here, Reno?
RENO
I told you, young Stevie, we are paying a visit to the finest LEGO forger in the world! Or at least in the greater Lake Tahoe area.
STEVE
Oh yeah, sorry I forgot.
They stroll through the store toward the front counter. Reno is clutching a small case, a little larger than his hand, made from dark stained wood and covered in alien markings some might recognize as Matoran. As they reach the counter, the clerk looks up from a small King Arthur playset she’s working on. She pushes her large, round glasses up her nose and smiles.
CLERK
Welcome to the LEGO Store. How can I help you?
RENO
We’re here to see Hreidmar.
CLERK
Oh!
(she tips her head down, as if in reverence)
He’s in the back. Just through that door.
RENO
Machos Graaseeus.
The dynamic duo follow the counter to the end. A few feet past it is an open doorway but what lies beyond the threshold is hidden behind a curtain of LEGO bricks. Stevie gulps.
RENO
Chin up, chum. You’re about to meet a king.
Together they walk through the curtain. IMMIGRANT SONG is now playing from the speaker of a small FM radio. Over top of it we hear a GREAT HAMMERING. The room is lit but much more dimly than the brightly colored storefront. Reno and Stevie take a few steps inside and stop.
RENO
King Hreidmar, Master of the LEGO Forge, it is I, Reno Nevada of Boston, and this here is my comrade, young Steve of the Intern.
FOCUS ON: The back wall and a huge shadow cast against its taupe colored plaster. The silhouette is seen raising its hand, and in it a great hammer, before driving it downward on an unseen masterwork. SLOWLY we PAN DOWN the shadow, inch by inch, until a man comes into view—a man of unusual short stature, with a mohawk and a braided red beard which hangs down to his chest. He’s dressed in a leather tunic and pants.
STEVE
(whispers)
Oh, he’s a little person!
The king stops hammering and looks up with piercing blue eyes.
HREIDMAR
I am no little person. I am King of the Dwarves.
RENO
Pay no mind to the young lad, my liege, for interns are ignorant in the ancient ways.
(holds the box up)
Behold, I have brought what you require to finish the greatest weapon ever conceived.
HREIDMAR
Bring them forth.
Reno crosses the workshop with Steve in tow.
RENO
I purchased them from the_brick_collector on eBay for a great sum.
Hreidmar puts down his LEGO hammer and reaches up to take the box. What he’s working on remains out of sight, just below the frame, due to the table’s low height. The Dwarf King unlatches the box and slowly opens the lid. FOCUS ON: the interior of the box. Six Lego bricks rest on a silken bed. They appear clear to the eye.
HREIDMAR
You have achieved that which no man has achieved before. I hope you know what power you will unleash with these.
RENO
Enough power to defeat Ravana tonight in the LEGO Deathmatch.
HREIDMAR
And more.
RENO
How long will it take?
HREIDMAR
As you can see on the table, the vessel is complete. I must only affix these LEGOS to the weapon and it will be complete.
Hreidmar reaches down to find something. When his hand returns, it’s holding a pair of small, steel tongs. Carefully he takes out the first stone and lowers it out of view. We hear a snap and a click. A single drop of sweat rolls down his forehead. He then does the same with the remaining bricks.
HREIDMAR
Hark! It is complete!
RENO
It’s more than I could have ever imagined.
HREIDMAR
Steve of the Intern, hit the lights!
STEVE
Yes, my king!
Steve bounces off back to the door. FOCUS ON: RENO’S FACE. He’s slowly bending down to the bottom of the frame. Just before we see the creation of the King of the Dwarves, Steve flips the light switch. DARKNESS. The music cuts out and for a moment there is only silent nothingness, until—
We hear a low hum grow, as if some great machine is powering on, followed by a high-pitched overtone. Then, at once, lights flash on from below and paint Reno’s face in a rainbow of colors. Hreidmar lets out a mighty, bellowing laugh.
HREIDMAR
Lo! I give you the most powerful LEGO creation ever conceived in the entire universe!
RENO
It’s…beautiful.
Steve leans next to Reno’s shoulder. His dark eyes go big, and in them we see a tiny reflection of the lights.
STEVE
Whoa.
RENO
With this, young Steve, my victory is inevitable!
STEVE
Ravana doesn’t stand a chance!
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INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM -- THE RING
TOTAL ANARCHY: BAREFOOT LEGO DEATHMATCH
RENO NEVADA vs RAVANA
Ravana is standing alone in the ring as his music plays. Per the stipulation, his feet are bare but wrapped in tape. His elbows are covered in pads which have Lego bricks glued to them. He’s bouncing lightly on his feet, waiting for his opponent. There are sandbag-size canvas sacks stamped with LEGO logos sitting in each corner of the squared circle. The padding for all twelve turnbuckles have been covered in bricks. A quick shot of the crowd shows ringside fans waving various LEGO creations in the air.
Then a drum roll counts off two measures followed by a chorus of Irish bagpipes. At the entrance Reno Nevada walks out in a white tank top and green and black plaid kilt and standing next to him is Intern Steve! He’s holding a large silk sack in his hands. Whatever is inside is bulky and shaped with hard edges. As they start to walk past cheering fans toward the ring, a LEGO Masters logo pops into the lower right corner of the screen.
GOWAN
Ladies and gentlemen, you are about to watch can only be described as the most dastardly match perhaps ever conceived. A Barefoot Lego Deathmatch, brought to you by LEGO Masters, the ultimate LEGO competition, Tuesday at 8 on FOX. Tonight I’m honored to be joined by the host of LEGO Masters, Will Arnett!
ARNETT
Thank you, Larry. Let me just say it’s a privilege to be here but I’m a little scared about how this will play out.
GOWAN
Have you ever stepped on a LEGO before?
ARNETT
I have kids so yeah and it still haunts my dreams.
Intern Steve stays on the outside with the package as Reno enters the ring and walks up to Ravana. The two men are chest to chest with Ravana looking down five inches into the Outlaw’s eyes. Music fades out. At ringside, the time keeper rings the bell. The referee slaps his hands and tells them to fight.
GOWAN
As you can see, per the rules, both men are sans shoes and socks. They were each allowed to use athletic tape on their feet but otherwise have no protection.
Ravana shoves Reno, sending the Boston Strong wrestler from Southie flying backward. He lands on his back, flips over, and flops onto his stomach. The crowd OOOOH’s as Reno looks up from the mat. He slaps the canvas and hops to his feet. He marches up to Ravana while talking trash. The Slum-God Millionaire charges, throwing a baseball-bat like lariat but Reno ducks it! Ravana turns slowly. Reno bounces off the ropes and runs at his opponent. He delivers a textbook clothesline right across Ravana’s collar. The big man is forced back a step but he absorbs the contact and stands tall. Reno eyeballs him before turning to run back to the ropes. On the return he rushes Ravana for another clothesline but the man from Mumbai grabs him around the waist, lifts him, and drives him into the mat with a spinebuster!
Reno rolls away while holding his back as Ravana walks to the nearest corner. He kicks through the ropes and then ascends the post to the top turnbuckle. As he stands and looks around the ballroom he points to his LEGO covered elbow.
GOWAN
Ravana goes for his signature top rope move, the R.A.F Bombing Run!
ARNETT
If you look closely at his elbow you’ll see he’s glued dozens of 2x2 plate bricks to the padding.
Ravana sizes Reno up and then jumps through the air with his elbow extended. His near 300-pound body dives through the air and that elbow lands across Reno’s…NO! Reno rolls out of the way! Ravana smashes into the canvas! He bounces then lands on his back, holding his elbow!
Reno rolls over to one of the corners and stands while grabbing one of the LEGO bags. He uncinches the top, pulls it open and pours the contents onto the mat as the crowd pops! Thousands of bricks of all colors, shapes and sizes spread across the mat. When that bag is empty he tosses it out of the ring and walks over to the next corner. Again he opens the bag and dumps out the contents. The crowd is on their feet as he continues to the third and fourth bag, until nearly the entire ring is covered in bricks!
Reno approaches Ravana who meets him with a throat thrust from his back. Reno grabs his neck and coughs as the other man gets to his feet. Ravana scoops him up and then lifts him to his shoulders before pressing him above his head. He then throws Reno into the air and steps forward. The Outlaw comes crashing down!
GOWAN
Right on a pile of bricks! And now he’s rolling over more bricks!
ARNETT
He has enough bricks stuck to his skin to build a solid starter castle, Larry.
Ravana turns to Reno and steps forward, right onto a bunch of bricks. He winces from the pain but powers through. He’s now scooting his feet forward to push blocks out of the way rather than walk across them. As he nears the Outlaw he bends down to grab him by the hair and drags him up to his feet. With one of his arms locked, Ravana turns and whips Reno across the ring. He’s running right across a mess of bricks which causes the audience to groan as he slams back first into the LEGO covered turnbuckle!
Reno bounces off and starts walking forward, his taped feet crunching on bricks, before falling face first into a mess of LEGOs like a dead fish!
GOWAN
Ravana's now looking to capitalize.
The big man rolls Reno over and goes for a pin. The ref drops down, pushes aside the bricks, and slaps his hand. 1…2…NO! Reno throws a shoulder up! Ravana looks at the ref sideways before grabbing the Outlaw and pulling him up to his feet. He then locks the Outlaw’s head and grabs the waist of his kilt.
GOWAN
Ravana lifts Reno into the air, straight up and down and holds it. Reno’s not a heavyweight but the control required to hold a man like that is nothing short of impressive.
Ravana turns with Reno still vertical but before he can fall backward Reno twists and slips free! He drops down behind Ravana who turns around just in time to get punched across the face. Once, twice, three times the bombs land upside Ravana's head and he’s stumbling backward into the ropes. Reno darts across the ring, sending blocks flying around his feet and yelling in pain from the ones he steps on. Off the ropes, he runs straight at Revana for a clothesline but the big man ducks down for a back body drop, sending Reno flying over the top rope to crash on the floor outside the ring!
GOWAN
What elevation! Ravana takes a moment now for a breather.
ARNETT
I see a large yellow bin coming through the crowd now and it’s full of bricks!
The fans pass a huge tote filled to the brim with bricks row after row until it reaches the barricade, passing several more fans who seem to be waving those mysterious #BOOKIZZY signs. The fans turn the tote over and dump thousands of LEGO pieces all over Reno when it arrives at the front row. The pieces scatter around him as he rolls through the cascading waterfall of sharp, plastic bits.
Ravana climbs through the ropes and drops down to the floor. He’s literally shoveling bricks with his feet to clear a path until he’s standing over Reno. He picks the Outlaw up and slams his arm across his back. Reno winces as he stumbles through a mess of bricks that crunch under his feet. Ravana stalks after him and grabs for his neck and the back of his kilt. He then thrusts Reno forward, head first…
GOWAN
RIGHT INTO THE STEEL STAIRS!
ARNETT
Not steel! These are built from LEGO bricks!
The stairs come loose from the corner and come apart as Reno slams into them. Ravana then bends down and pulls the ring skirt up to dig for something underneath. After a moment he pulls out a weapon.
GOWAN
He’s got a LEGO sledgehammer!
ARNETT
Larry, I need to point out that that hammer is not regulation. Clearly whoever crafted it was aiming to create a weapon purely to inflict pain. It is completely devoid of the joy one normally feels when building a custom LEGO creation.
Ravana stands up and carefully navigates the minefield of bricks at ringside. Reno is getting to his feet. He’s dazed and obviously in pain. The fans at ringside are trying to warn him but the message doesn’t get through. He turns around just as Ravana DRIVES THE SLEDGEHAMMER INTO HIS FACE! Reno’s head whips back and he falls right on a mound of bricks!
Ravana holds the hammer over his head as the crowd cheers.
GOWAN
Ravana is in clear control of this match. As you can see there are no count outs per Total Anarchy division rules, but the pinfall can only occur IN the ring.
The Slum-God Millionaire smiles as he stands over his opponent. He then lifts the hammer over his head, ready to deliver another blow. He swings downward but a fist full of LEGOS thrusts right into his crotch! Ravana’s knees buckle and the hammer drops to the side as his hands cover the family jewels! All the men in the crowd collectively groan! One of Reno’s hands rises up to grab the top of the barricade, followed by the second. He then drags himself up. As his face lifts into the view of the camera we see it’s covered in blood.
GOWAN
That sledgehammer busted Reno wide open and now his face is a crimson mask!
Reno follows the barricade around the ring. Intern Steve is on the far side, cheering Reno on. The Outlaw wipes blood out of his eyes before stumbling past a temporary commentary table where Gowan and Arnett are calling the match.
Ravana is back to his feet, having shrugged off the groin shot and is now slowly making his way around the ring. Fans are bringing more buckets and dumbing them over the rails onto the floor. Ravana steps awkwardly on a pile and yells in pain. He gets into a verbal spat at the fan holding the empty bucket who of course is wearing a Reno Nevada t-shirt! Around the corner Reno is slumped over the barricade. A fan pushes his way down the row to Reno and hands the wrestler something. Reno takes it and turns to lean back against the barricade.
ARNETT
Is that what I think it is?
GOWAN
I think it’s a…
LEGO weed pipe! Reno puts it to his lips as the fan holds the flame from a lighter over the bowl!
GOWAN
I must remind our audience that UPRISING is broadcast out of Nevada where recreational marijuana is legal.
Reno inhales, taking a LONG draw off the pipe. Something comes over him! He hands back the pipe and lets out a stream of thick, dank smoke as he stands up straight. He sees Ravana coming around the corner. Reno starts shaking his fists and whipping his head back and forth, sending ribbons of blood flying, and lets out a primal scream like some half-crazed weed-fueled Popeye!
GOWAN
Reno is running across LEGO bricks and doesn’t seem to care!
ARNETT
I’m seeing a lot of large blocks from the DUPLO Toddler line of sets geared toward children under three.
Ravana swings wildly but Reno dodges. He then sends his own fist into the Slum-God’s face. And again. And again! Ravana is starting to sway from the shots! Reno then winds up his fist and throws an overhand haymaker but NO! Ravana snatches the fist in midair! Reno’s bloody face stares in shock at his fist clenched in the hand of the big man. Ravana then pulls Reno toward him and hoists him up across his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. He then turns the Outlaw and drops him straight down on his head into LEGO bricks! KARMA COMES BACK (Tombstone)! Chants of HOLY SHIT break out around the ballroom.
GOWAN
RENO MIGHT BE DEAD.
Ravana rolls Reno over and goes for the cover but the referee is leaning through the ropes and reminding him falls only count inside the ring! He takes a deep breath then gets up while dragging Reno with him by the back of the neck. He pushes Reno against the ring apron before turning back to the crowd. He looks at one of the fans and walks over to the barricade. He reaches past the first row and gets handed something.
GOWAN
Is that?
ARNETT
That’s Model #3450 Statue of Liberty. Released in 2000. Over 2 feet tall. 2882 parts.
Ravana holds the statue over his head and the crowd pops. He then turns back to Reno who’s still recovering from the tombstone piledriver. Ravana grabs Reno by the hair and digs the base of the statue across his forehead, further opening up that wound! He then raises the statue up before driving it down into the Outlaw’s face BUT NO! Reno moves at the last second. Lady Liberty explodes into pieces as it smashes into the canvas. Reno slips down to the floor and stumbles away around the corner. Blood is pouring from his face all over the bricks on the floor as he crawls through them.
Ravana darts into the ring under the bottom rope and crosses the squared circle to cut Reno off. He reaches over the top rope and grabs a handful of Reno’s hair. The Outlaw grabs at the hand, trying to pry it free as Ravana lifts him up by the follicles to the apron. Reno stands up outside the ropes and turns to face his opponent. Ravana locks an arm and hip-tosses Reno over the top rope and back into the ring right onto hundreds of bricks.
Reno crawls over to a corner, his face contorted in agony. Ravana smiles and hurries across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle. He then bends down and readies himself to charge line a bull.
GOWAN
He’s looking to hit Rama’s Arrow!
Reno slowly drags himself up, first the middle rope and then to the top. Outside the ring Stevie is trying to warn the Outlaw! Reno doesn’t seem to hear him though! He wipes the blood out of his eyes and slowly turns to walk out of the corner. Ravana charges across the ring. Bricks rattle across the canvas! He launches himself through the air right into…NO! Reno jumps out of the way!
GOWAN
Ravana goes head first into the LEGO-covered turnbuckle!
ARNETT
You can see the 1x1 bricks attached to the outside of the turnbuckle but they are also stuffed inside, replacing the usual padding meant to protect wrestlers from injury.
Reno stands in the middle of the ring and looks around. He’s not dazed! He’s wide eyed and flashing a crooked smile! Ravana is down, on his stomach in the corner. Blood is trickling down from a cut over his eye. Reno walks away to the other side of the ring where Intern Steve is waiting with the package. Reno bends down and ducks through the ropes to take the sack from him. He then stands back into the ring and moves to the middle of the squared circle and Steve scuttles away from ringside, disappearing up the ramp.
GOWAN
Reno is undoing the sack now and reaching inside with his left hand. He’s got a mad look on his face as he pulls something out. Is it? IS IT?! IT IS! A LEGO Infinity Gauntlet fitted over his hand all the way down to the elbow, complete with glowing Infinity Stones!
ARNETT
That is a custom piece, Larry. There’s at least 5,000, hell, maybe 10,000 bricks that went into creating this fully functional, wearable gauntlet!
GOWAN
No wrestler has ever wielded one, much less all five Infinity Stones!
Ravana is getting to his feet. He turns to see Reno with the gauntlet and genuinely looks shocked! The Slum-God Millionaire doesn’t back down though. He moves right after the Outlaw, kicking bricks aside as he does. When the two meet, Ravana doesn’t let Reno take a swing at him. He locks him up before turning to whip him toward the ropes. Reno bounces off and speeds back on the return. Ravana ducks down and ROLLS OVER LEGO BRICKS to deliver the FIVE POUND NOTE (Combat roll into a Lariat)!!!
GOWAN
BUT NO! RENO DUCKS IT!
Ravana regains his balance and turns just as Reno comes flying off the opposite ropes!
GOWAN
THE OL’ RIGHT THERE FRED (Running Haymaker Punch) WITH THE INFINITY GAUNTLET! Ravana crumbles to the mat! Reno goes for the cover! The ref slides in.
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO!
Ravana throws a deviant arm into the air! Reno can’t believe it! He looks down at Ravana and just shakes his head before pushing himself up to his feet. He walks over to the ropes and drops down to the floor. He tosses the skirt up and reaches underneath the ring. When he comes back up, he’s sliding out a full size folding table made of LEGOS! He pushes it into the ring then rolls in after it.
Ravana is starting to stir as Reno drags the table over to one of the corners. Rather than set it up on its legs, he turns it vertical and leans it at an angle against the turnbuckles. He then crosses the ring to Ravana who’s just getting to his feet.
GOWAN
As you can see, Ravana is leaving bloody footprints behind every time he takes a step due to cuts from the countless bricks he’s stepped on.
ARNETT
The amount of blood is consistent with latere mortis pes, which is the medical term for a deep laceration to the plantar aspect caused by stepping on LEGO bricks.
Reno pushes Ravana into the corner and then steps back to whip him across the ring into the table BUT RAVANA COUNTERS! He reverses the move and sends Reno charging toward the table! But Reno stops just in time to avoid crashing in the slab of plastic bricks! He turns around and…
GOWAN
RAMA’S ARROW (Spear)!
Ravana comes across the ring and spears Reno right into that table! Bricks and blood go everywhere! Both men are down!
Ravana rolls over, throwing an arm across Reno’s chest. Here’s the ref with the count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The crowd cheers for the winner but wait! The referee is waving it off!
GOWAN
Reno has a foot on the bottom rope!
Ravana’s bloody face looks up at the referee. He gets to his knees and slaps his hands three times angrily before looking down at Reno. He grabs the Boston wrestler and lifts him up. Both standing, Ravana drags Reno to the middle of the ring where they’re surrounded by mounds of bricks. He runs his thumb across his throat, signaling for the Slumdog Drill-Em-Aire! He cinches Reno around the waist in a gutwrench and then lifts him up into the air, over his shoulder. HE THEN DROPS RENO RIGHT ON HIS—NO! Reno slips free and lands on his feet behind Ravana! The Slum-God turns around to see Reno standing there flashing a middle finger with his right hand and another with the Infinity Gauntlet!
He kicks Ravana in the gut and then front face locks his head before driving him face first into a pile of LEGOS! WELCOME TO RENO, MOTHER FUCKER (Perfect DDT)! He rolls Ravana over and goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
GOWAN
And it’s over! Reno wins!
ARNETT
This is not only a great day for UPRISING, but a great day for LEGO enthusiasts all around the world.
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): RENO NEVADA
CUT TO:
INT. ELDORADO CASINO -- SECOND FLOOR - BISTRO
Away from the refreshments and merch tables, a private bistro has sprung to life from the Nevadan ether. Regan Voorhees sits at a white marble table, blood red lips delicately sipping a coffee smoothie through a paper straw. A palm leaf plate dominates the table, topped with a four-by-four room of fanciful cheeses, each made from more impossible ingredients than the last. The Duchess indulges in a bite of almond feta, as Uprising’s perpetually tormented intern dashes from the hall. A tuxedoed maître d' appears, seemingly from the same Nevada ether, and goes to stop Steve from entering such a fine establishment. Regan offers the slightest of waves, and the maître d' relents, allowing Steve to approach the table. He doesn’t bother asking to sit.
REGAN VOORHEES
Steve, I require a word.
INTERN STEVE
Okay, is this for like a crossword puzzle or--
REGAN VOORHEES
Your smarminess is unwelcome. What episode of Revolution is this? Remind me.
INTERN STEVE
Fifteen.
REGAN VOORHEES
Correct you are, Steve. Episode fifteen. And yet I remain unbooked, unsupported, unpromoted by this company. Not since episode thirteen, in fact. I was even, in the most egregious oversight of Uprising’s brief existence, left off a Twitter poll for a title match against our top champion. And yet on the last show, in defiance of the infinitesimal bit of time each of us have on this planet, Jackson elected to book multiple Elvises. Elvii, even. Would any sane person consider this leadership? Which is why I abstained from the last Revolution in protest, opting instead to reread Watership Down. Such was the level of my vexation. Can you imagine, Steve?
INTERN STEVE
Watership... wait. Isn't that the one about rab--
He swallows hard, shrinking under the power of Regan's withering gaze.
INTERN STEVE
Sorry. I... I’m imagining your vexation was...?
He trails off, helplessly.
REGAN VOORHEES
It IS boundless, I assure you. I am a champion of this company. My representation should be a priority. Obviously, I could use my position to make unreasonable demands, but I am instead choosing to extend an olive branch. Fly my little Hermes, and carry this message up the chain of command. Total Anarchy is dawning. Kalinda and I hunger for competition, so that we might further prove our dominance over the tag division. And I personally expect more thoughtful treatment in the future. Has Jackson already forgotten about my extravagant birthday gift? When you see him again, be sure to shame him.
INTERN STEVE
Uhhh...
REGAN VOORHEES
I trust you’re about to say, “a lot.” Yes, that should be enough. Help yourself to some coconut gouda. You’ll need your strength.
Regan slides the plate in Steve’s direction. He looks at the fifteen remaining cheeses, unsure of which to take. When he starts to reach, Regan shakes her head. He tries again, earning the same result. And again, like Sisyphus, bound to hell.
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INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM -- THE RING
SILVER STATE CHAMPIONSHIP
GASTON GILLET (c) vs CHRIS MOSH
Before Gaston and Mosh can lock up, GRIFFIN HAWKINS has appeared at the top of the ramp. He waves his arm and suddenly STEVE THE INTERN has wheeled out a Marshall 8x12 Full Stack amplifier. He hands Griffin a Gibson SG and turns the amp on. As Griffin approaches the ring he begins playing the riff to 'EYE OF THE TIGER' which causes the fans to cheer and GASTON to be fired up as he leaps at Mosh and nails him with a big right hand, Rocky II style!!
Gaston drives Mosh into the corner and lays the wood to him as Mosh tries to cover up. Griffin continues rocking out to the fight anthem, singing it with the audience. Gaston snatches Mosh and launches him with a belly to belly suplex! He goes to drag him up but Mosh fights back, sending Gaston into the ropes and catching him with a punch to the throat. This throws Griffin and the audience off. Mosh demands the ref tell Griffin to stop cheating. Nobody cares and Rana waves off the demand. Suddenly, Griffin launches into 'Iron Man'! The audience sings the riff like it’s a Sabbath concert!! The music drives Gaston to get a second wind! He breaks out of Mosh’s grasp and nails him with a headbutt! Then a big DDT! He stalks Mosh before bouncing off the ropes and nailing him with a King Kong Lariat! He goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!! Mosh kicks out!! Griffin shakes his head, bringing it down a moment he begins to play 'Stairway to Heaven'...which spurs Rana into action! He gets out and all but runs Griffin up the ramp, pointing and shouting before driving him back past the curtain. The camera zooms in on a warning sign that says "NO STAIRWAY IN THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM". The crowd seems a bit upset to have the musical accompaniment gone and the sound of their outraged gasps is loud as Mosh nails Gaston with a vicious low blow and rolls him up in a small package! Rana, finally sliding back in under the ropes, sees the roll-up but not the low blow because why would he? Fucking refs. He drops down and goes for the count!
ONE!
TWO!
NO! GASTON KICKS OUT!! Mosh is furious and he gets right in Neil Rana's face, reading him the riot act about how he's continuously getting screwed even though Rana literally JUST threw Griffin out like Mosh wanted. What the fuck, man? Gaston gets up and leaps at Mosh with a corner splash, miscalculating as his beefy arm clips Rana in the back of the head! OH NO, ACCIDENTAL REF BUMP! RANA IS DOWN!! Gaston snatches Mosh and...WINNING IN AMERICA! HE GOES FOR THE PIN!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Gaston looks around, puzzled to hear the crowd counting but not hearing that familiar slap of the referee's palm against the canvas. He sees Rana's down and gets up to check on the ref, but doesn’t see the obvious as Summer and Vanessa Page rush the ring from the crowd! The each begin attacking Gaston, laying the boots to the American hero as Chris Mosh catches hold of the ropes and hauls himself up. BUT SUDDENLY THE CHAMP IS HERE! LEGION HITS THE RING! HE TAKES BOTH PAGES OUT WITH A THUNDEROUS CLOTHESLINE! He picks Summer up and whips her into the corner! He whips Vanessa after her and they crash into one another! The champ lifts one after the other onto the top rope. WHAT'S HE DOING?! HE GETS BOTH ON HIS SHOULDERS AT ONCE..DOUBLE VULGAR DISPLAY OF POWER AND THE CROWD IS GOING BANANAS! CHRIS MOSH TURNS AROUND TO FLEE, ALMOST TRIPS OVER GASTON AND LEGION CATCHES HIM BY THE SCRUFF OF THE NECK! HOLY SHIT! ANOTHER VULGAR DISPLAY OF POWER! HE DRAPES GASTON OVER MOSH AND SHAKES RANA AWAKE BEFORE STEPPING OUT OF THE RING!
RANA FINALLY COUNTS, OBLIVIOUS TO THE CARNAGE HE JUST MISSED!!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Gaston rolls over onto his back, exhausted and hurting but thrilled to have his first successful defense in the books.
WINNER (VIA PINFALL) AND STILL SILVER STATE CHAMPION: GASTON GILLET
Legion gets back into the ring and throws Mosh out. Two-thirds of The Socialites and their dumb jock boyfriend back up the ramp, cussing out the champ. Legion pays them no mind as he grabs the Silver State Championship and offers it to Gaston who has finally gotten up, holding his head. He favors the UPRISING Champ with a friendly smile, and offers his hand to Legion who takes it...and stares at Gaston with dead eyes! Gaston tenses up...then Legion smiles and pats him on the shoulder as the crowd erupts.
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© UPRISING 2021
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QUICKIE RESULTS:
HAYLEY FIEN vs AZURINE VEBBINS
THE CRUSH vs THE SOCIALITES
ENIGMA (W/ SIOBAHN MCLEOD) vs TRIGGS
AMBER RYAN vs SAMANTHA TOLSON (NO CONTEST)
CLARISSA CLAIRE vs CRYSTAL ZDUNICH
SISTER-MATIC DESTRUCTION vs BLACK CRUSADE WORLDWIDE
MATT KNOX vs DON TIRRI
URSULA VON ROSSBACH vs AIDEN ROMERO
COWGIRLS FROM HELL vs TRINACRIA
RENO NEVADA vs RAVANA
GASTON GILLET (c) vs CHRIS MOSH
CLARISSA CLAIRE vs CRYSTAL ZDUNICH
SISTER-MATIC DESTRUCTION vs BLACK CRUSADE WORLDWIDE
MATT KNOX vs DON TIRRI
URSULA VON ROSSBACH vs AIDEN ROMERO
COWGIRLS FROM HELL vs TRINACRIA
RENO NEVADA vs RAVANA
GASTON GILLET (c) vs CHRIS MOSH