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LIVE FROM THE COCA-COLA COLISEUM in TORONTO, CANADA JANUARY 22, 2022 |
INT. COCA-COLA COLISEUM — BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts to the backstage arena where JACKI O'LANTERN is seen chatting and laughing with some of the female wrestlers on the roster. The crowd cheers her on as she is in her ring attire seemingly enjoying the conversation despite the viewers not being able to hear what was discussed, then once she is done she turns on her heel and walks away down the hall. Everything seems normal until she stops dead in her tracks to notice who's coming the opposite of her. She shakes her head and chuckles as the camera pans over to FATHER JEFFERSON CHENEY, who is standing in front of his brother, CLYDE, with his arms crossed. He has a scowl on his face as he looks Jacki up and down with a judgmental gaze.
FATHER CHENEY
Do you find something to be amusing, Miss Lantern?
JACKI O'LANTERN
Yeah. I actually was not expecting to see you both, but since you are, hello! It looks like me and your brother each have a match tonight. I am assuming you will be at ringside for him? I love a good support system.
Jefferson takes a deep breath, appearing unamused with the line of questioning.
FATHER CHENEY
I am not a "support system". I am the speaker of the TRUTH. Something you would be wise to listen to.
She chuckles and runs a hand over her hair, then shakes her head.
JACKI O'LANTERN
You need to ease off the Haterade, my dude, and chill. You should be excited your brother gets to compete. I'm not familiar with his work, but I'm sure he is going to do great out there just like I will. I assume you will be watching. It's my debut match, so it's a pretty big deal.
FATHER CHENEY
Yes, I'm sure whatever freak show you're looking to operate is a big deal to you, but we're only interested in watching pure, uncorrupted professional wrestling. Maybe if you dropped the face paint and wore something a little more modest, I could take you seriously.
She looks down at her attire and gets a wide smile on her face, then clutches her coat closely.
JACKI O'LANTERN
I see nothing wrong with what I'm wearing. Maybe I could add in a few more pumpkin heads, because you can't ever have enough of those. Adding more color into your wardrobe can make a difference. Dude, like what you're wearing right now is cool and all, but I think it needs something that screams happy vibes. I can help you next time, but right now I should get ready for my match. Laters!
Jacki pats him on the shoulder and turns on her heel and leaves, humming a tune along the way. The view cuts out to the stage where Toronto-based rock trio DANKO JONES launch into their hit 'FISTS UP HIGH', the official CANADIAN CHAOS THEME!
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EXT. NOT IN CANADA
The viewers eyes are assaulted by horrible orange plastic astroturf-y carpet that's older than the average median viewer (probably by a few decades) that was tacky even then, a craggy, white-tiled drop ceiling that has somehow managed to acquire mummified slices of pizza, giant wooden spools looted from construction sites, and mismatched furniture pilfered from garage sales, curb sides, and judging by the stains on that loveseat, the dumpster behind the local charge by the hour hotel. Thankfully this wretched interior design that would make Marie Kondo throw up and then get to work with a flamethrower is redeemed somewhat by a framed poster of Kalinda Kriegsdottir (the tall and majestic blue version rather than her current pink gremlin state) with a plaque reading "Our Benevolent Overlord."
The camera swings around the motley assortment of furniture, clustered around one of those ancient big screen TVs with the fake plastic woodgrain that no one has bothered to carry out, but instead have sat a more modern flatscreen TV in front of.
Kalinda is sprawled out, taking up two spots on the sofa. The filth no doubt present is kept at bay by what appears to be the ring canvas from Total Anarchy (judging by the logo), and draped over the draping are the UPRISING Tag Team Championships. Which have cruelly been denied the first step at becoming World Tag Team Titles due to their being left off of the first foreign event.
PyreBird is occupying the other spot on the couch, while Jiritsu has a chair all to themself. Katsudo, Seiki, and CLIMAX have had to uncomfortably squeeze themselves onto the "casting couch" style loveseat.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Clematis, I'm bored, what pleasure can you offer me today?
CLIMAX looks to PyreBird and makes a questioning grunt.
PYREBIRD
No, she remembers your name. She's quoting the Flash Gordon movie.
CLIMAX looks to PyreBird and makes a questioning grunt.
PYREBIRD
No, you're thinking of Chlamydia. A Clematis is a kind of flower.
CLIMAX thinks for a moment, tapping his chin, and then proceeds to do that "appearing to pop your thumb off" illusion.
PYREBIRD
I'm pretty sure she's seen that.
The dragoness takes her arms off of her face and tilts her head backward so she can see what the huge masked man is doing.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Lame. I can do that.
The Necromancer Queen sticks her right thumb in her mouth, and with a disgusting cracking sound bites her own thumb off, which she promptly spits in the direction of the masked trio with a loud "Ptoo!" Seiki and Katsudo shriek like little girls and climb over the back of the sofa to escape the severed digit, while CLIMAX goes stock still like a deer in the headlights as it lands in his lap.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Oh come on, it's just a severed thumb, you fainting sons of a high elven broodwhore.
PYREBIRD
And it's not like it won't grow back.
JIRITSU
I don't think they've gotten over the trauma from helping you clear out Lower Queen Station earlier.
Kalinda snorts disgustedly.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
It was just a bunch of Snow Goons, no big deal.
PYREBIRD
Well I, for one, was definitely not expecting a bunch of monsters made out of snow, sticks, and discarded produce to have… well… blood in them.
The masked trio all shudder
CLIMAX
(Bad Engrish, equally as bad overdubbing) So muchu brud.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Y'all should be used to a little blood by now.
PYREBIRD
A little? It was like the staking scene from Dracula, Dead and Loving It.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Well, yeah. That's what happens when you forcibly impale something that's consumed that much human blood.
More shuddering from the Three Stooges.
KATSUDO
Ex-expensive!
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Look, I don't know why Nana Everly is haunting her own damned reanimated skeleton either. But she's perfectly happy to do laundry.
Seiki holds up a hand, miming a yakking mouth and Katsudo pulls something out of a pocket.
SEIKI
Rrr! Rrr! Rrr! Blah, blah blah!
KATSUDO
Teeth!
Katsudo drops a pair of false teeth onto the casting couch, where they bounce and join Kalinda's severed thumb in CLIMAX's lap.
CLIMAX
(Bad overdubbing, in Japanese this time with subtitles) She cloaks herself in so much perfume to ward off the stench of death that it's like a typhoon of peppermint and lavender encircles her at all times, eager to send grasping hands of overpowering fragrance to rip at the nostrils of the living for the audacity to be in her presence whilst bearing flesh.
Kalinda and PyreBird both appear to be reading the subtitles.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
I didn't enchant her skeleton with the capacity for speech! I'd have to kill her all over again to get that done properly. And she's just as deaf as a post as she was in life. She just wants somebody to share her stories and talk about her great-grandchildren that never visited with.
Kalinda points to the dentures in CLIMAX's lap.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
And that is why I offer complete medical and dental coverage for my minions. False teeth kind of rely on you having lips and flesh and that sort of thing. And Nana Everly doesn't believe in spending money on dental adhesives, so I can't even super glue them in there.
Kalinda flops back down onto the sofa.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Now I'm bored again. I haven't wrestled since December, won't be wrestling until February at the earliest, and there's nobody fun to poke at on Twitter. It's just Mosh, who you can replace with a coin that has "I'm awesome!" on one side and "It wasn't my fault!" on the other, flipping it as needed.
The dragoness extends several inches of forked tongue and blows a raspberry.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
And Mar-bear is basically the new Irwin R. Shyster. "You bunch of match cheats! You heroes glorify and condoning cheating and not playing by the rules! You filthy match cheats!"
The longest reigning champion in UPRISING makes a gagging sound.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
And she whines at me about how I approve of cheating only when it's people I like. Ugh. As if. No, I approve of cheating when it's done properly. It's not my fault that she and her little corporate cult suck at it.
Kalinda is actually grumpy enough to sit up on the couch so she can gesture with her arms while she talks.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Summer the Poop and Her Sister Too…p got a title match months ago where anything and everything was allowed, and Mosh even hit me with his car, in an obviously blatant violation of Nevada traffic law. They got to cheat aaaaaall they wanted, and it still wasn't good enough. Which is my whole problem with the One Percent! "Cheating is okay for me, but not for thee!"
Another raspberry.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
The cult that cheats together, eats together after all! And if you don't cheat good, you're going to have to eat at McDonalds, or Denny's or something because you don't have the winner's purse and can't afford one of those Mongolian or Japanese where the dude does knife tricks.
Kalinda flops back onto the sofa and crosses her arms.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
I've got so little to do that I'm taking adventuring jobs and actively hopping over to help Tia with her own isekai bullshit while I've still got my own isekai bullshit active and still going. Not that you guys aren't great or anything! You're lovely, but I want to sleep in the same bed I've slept in for decades with all my blankets and the familiar comforts of home. I need stuff to keep my brain occupied!
She pounds her fist into her other hand, her thumb having partially grown back at about half the normal size.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Ow. Anyway, I've so thoroughly crushed the Tag Team Division that I might as well throw up a flag, declare it conquered, and then go invade the Trios Division to expand my eternal empire as an evil empress, and several other words beginning with E!
She sighs and covers her eyes with her arm again.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Is it so much to ask to get a proper nemesis? One that I can banter with? Bleh. Conquering other divisions is an amusement for Future Kalinda. Present Kalinda is still bored as heck.
Kalinda looks over at the Three Stooges, where CLIMAX is still a human statue, Seiki is hiding behind The Spool, and Katsudo has acquired a stick from somewhere and is using it to tentatively poke at the thumb and/or dentures in CLIMAX's lap.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
There's not much in the way of adventuring here, but since y'all are proper minions, I might be able to weasel you guys into the whole thing romping about and causing and/or correcting mayhem on alternate worlds thing though the same loophole I got in through.
Kalinda sits up again.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
So any interest in that? 'Cause if not, I'm going to make my own fun.
Kalinda gestures with her gauntleted hand, some arcane circles appearing around the severed thumb and dentures, which promptly morph into some horrible looking spider-lizard-crab thing with horrible clawed finger-legs, no eyes, and a mouth containing the dentures. It promptly scuttles up the stick and lunges at Katsudo's face, causing the masked man to tumble over the casting couch.
His lap freed from the mind-numbing contents, CLIMAX gets the opportunity to get the hell out of dodge, while Katsudo rolls around on the floor and Seiki takes up the mighty stick, attempting to bludgeon the horrible abomination Kalinda made. Mostly he succeeds at hitting Katsudo in the groin.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Case in point.
The horrible thing has scuttled out of view, leaving CLIMAX standing on the duo of spools acting as a coffee table like a shrieking violet from one of those old cartoons when there's a mouse on the floor, Seiki armed with a stick like a samurai, Katsudo clutching his injured junk, PyreBird staring at the whole scene with a bemused look, and Jiritsu… uh… Jiritsu-ing.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
So, ladies, gentlemen, and secret stealth assassin droids, who wants to come annoy the absolute living fuck out of a minor god?
And on that baffling and slightly ominous note, we fade to black.
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INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
CLYDE CHENEY vs "JUDAS" LOGAN BURGESS
Cheney grabs Judas by the arm, spins him around and splatters him to the canvas with an overhead belly to belly suplex as the bell rings. Judas lunges back to his feet, holding his back in pain for a second before shaking it off. He turns around and right into a hard shoulder block that lands him on his back once again. Cheney lays the boots to Judas, the mudhole stomping quickly turning into a foot choke that earns him a warning from Big J. Backing off, Cheney gives Judas space to get up only to have him roll right out of the ring, Burgess looking to regroup on the outside only to run into Father Cheney who waves the Good Book in his face. Judas turns around, right into a kick to the face and Brother Clyde grabs him by the head and hauls him over the ropes, right into a sidewalk slam! Judas drags himself back up, looking to shift the tide just as Brother Clyde comes running in with a corner clothesline that Judas barely avoids by diving out of the way. Cheney catches a piece of the referee, accidentally spearing him into the ring post. The ref hits the mat like a ton of bricks and Judas manages to catch Cheney with an eye rake. Brother Clyde stumbles back and Judas nails a hard crossbody block that sends him sprawling to the floor – Judas dives over the ropes, his foot catching on the top rope and Brother Clyde catches him, slamming him down over his knee before rolling him back into the ring.
Father Cheney pats Brother Clyde on the back before Cheney climbs back on the apron and vaults over, landing with both feet on the chest of Judas! The crowd gasps in horror as Cheney grabs him up, ragdolling him into the corner. He follows him in with a hard splash – EMBRACE TRUTH IS LOCKED IN ON THE REBOUND AND JUDAS CAN'T BREAK FREE! Eventually, he taps out weakly, giving Cheney his first big win!
WINNER (VIA SUBMISSION): CLYDE CHENEY
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INT. PROMO — BACKSTAGE
KENDRICK KROSS is shown sitting on an electrical box while leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face.
KENDRICK KROSS
So, got a match against Molly. I’ve seen some of her stuff but never been in a ring with her so this could be a close one, I’m sure. But I’m not here for close. I’m not here for second best. I’m here in Uprising to be the best there is and in order for me to do that I need to beat her. This isn’t just a throw away match either. This is for a title shot of our choosing. And boy will I have a tough decision to make when I win this match.
Kendrick chuckles a bit as he takes a breath.
KENDRICK KROSS
Yes I say when I win because well if I say I might win then where’s the confidence? Saying I will win just shows how much confidence I have in myself. It can be called arrogance or Molly can look at it in her own way, accuse me of being desperate. I know I wasn't the first choice for this match. Molly made a big deal about being left off the show, had to basically guilt ol' Larry G into throwing her a bone. Funny how that worked out, isn't it? Timing's everything and I know Molly will say I was just in the right place at the right time when Crystal had to pull out for personal reasons.
He shrugs.
KENDRICK KROSS
Not even close. See, this right here, this was meant to be. And me guaranteeing a win isn't arrogance any more than it's confidence. I can guarantee you that it’s neither. It's a fact. What it is, is me knowing I need to win this, knowing I can win this. I can’t just keep coming up short. I’ve been doing that and it is going to stop and it’s going to stop tonight when I step in that ring with you, Molly. I’m not just going to go out there and have fun. Sure this may be a cool and fun match. You might be my greatest opponent yet, but that doesn’t mean anything in the end. This isn't fun and games. A fun match is just that: it has no meaning to it, especially if you lose. And that’s not me. It can’t be me anymore.
A pause from Kendrick as he smiles a bit.
KENDRICK KROSS
Molly, I’ve fought my way back from an injury. I pushed myself to come back earlier than what was thought I could come back and it wasn’t to just come back and lose. I know you believe you've got the upper hand here. But like you said on Twitter, you got beat prettier? Well maybe it may happen again. That or uglier. One of the two. See you out there though, gingy.
A wink from Kendrick as he smirks and the camera cuts away to an ad for the newest show to be added to the Southern Rebellion Wrestling lineup, ReVolt!
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KENDRICK KROSS
So, got a match against Molly. I’ve seen some of her stuff but never been in a ring with her so this could be a close one, I’m sure. But I’m not here for close. I’m not here for second best. I’m here in Uprising to be the best there is and in order for me to do that I need to beat her. This isn’t just a throw away match either. This is for a title shot of our choosing. And boy will I have a tough decision to make when I win this match.
Kendrick chuckles a bit as he takes a breath.
KENDRICK KROSS
Yes I say when I win because well if I say I might win then where’s the confidence? Saying I will win just shows how much confidence I have in myself. It can be called arrogance or Molly can look at it in her own way, accuse me of being desperate. I know I wasn't the first choice for this match. Molly made a big deal about being left off the show, had to basically guilt ol' Larry G into throwing her a bone. Funny how that worked out, isn't it? Timing's everything and I know Molly will say I was just in the right place at the right time when Crystal had to pull out for personal reasons.
He shrugs.
KENDRICK KROSS
Not even close. See, this right here, this was meant to be. And me guaranteeing a win isn't arrogance any more than it's confidence. I can guarantee you that it’s neither. It's a fact. What it is, is me knowing I need to win this, knowing I can win this. I can’t just keep coming up short. I’ve been doing that and it is going to stop and it’s going to stop tonight when I step in that ring with you, Molly. I’m not just going to go out there and have fun. Sure this may be a cool and fun match. You might be my greatest opponent yet, but that doesn’t mean anything in the end. This isn't fun and games. A fun match is just that: it has no meaning to it, especially if you lose. And that’s not me. It can’t be me anymore.
A pause from Kendrick as he smiles a bit.
KENDRICK KROSS
Molly, I’ve fought my way back from an injury. I pushed myself to come back earlier than what was thought I could come back and it wasn’t to just come back and lose. I know you believe you've got the upper hand here. But like you said on Twitter, you got beat prettier? Well maybe it may happen again. That or uglier. One of the two. See you out there though, gingy.
A wink from Kendrick as he smirks and the camera cuts away to an ad for the newest show to be added to the Southern Rebellion Wrestling lineup, ReVolt!
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INT. BACKSTAGE — EARLIER IN THE NIGHT
THE SOCIALITES and MARISOL VILARO are shown arriving at the Coca-Cola Coliseum with their entourage. The moment they step through the doors, Vanessa looks around.
VANESSA PAGE
Where is Larry Gowan? Ugh, wasn't that little troll supposed to meet us here?
Danielle walks over to an Uprising employee.
"DIAMOND PRINCESS" DANIELLE PAGE
Have you seen Larry Gowan?
MARISOL VILARO
Is he avoiding us? Tell us where he is!
RANDOM EMPLOYEE
I have no idea. Maybe in the office? If you head down past catering to—
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Well then YOU go find him and tell him we — THE FIRST AND ONLY Trios Champions – are demanding that The Belonging vacate their title opportunity tonight.
"DIAMOND PRINCESS" DANIELLE PAGE
We have it on good authority that The Belonging haven’t been medically cleared after they got into a fight in the parking lot of the Eldorado on New Year’s Eve.
RANDOM EMPLOYEE
Um, wasn't it the three of you that attacked The Belonging on New Year’s Eve?
MARISOL VILARO
(gasps theatrically in outrage)
How dare you?!?!
VANESSA PAGE
We don’t have time for your idiotic ramblings. Take your ass on and find Larry to tell him that The Belonging aren’t fit to challenge us for our championships.
"DIAMOND PRINCESS" DANIELLE PAGE
And tell him that we're pressing charges of theft if Summer's belt isn't returned IMMEDIATELY.
RANDOM EMPLOYEE
I don't think—
"DIAMOND PRINCESS" DANIELLE PAGE
You don't get paid to think! Now run along and give him our message. Our match isn't going to happen tonight which means we get the night off and we are here merely to show support for our fellow One Percenters: Cliff Morgan as he finally claims the Silver State Championship and Chris Mosh as he humiliates that clown Jack Moreau--
MARISOL VILARO
I can’t stand that jerk.
VANESSA PAGE
Nobody can. That's why people literally rioted the moment he won that Terrordome thing at Summer Solstice.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Now run along and relay our message and if Larry has an issue with that, he knows how to contact our attorney.
The Uprising Employee rushes off.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Belonging, we all know that you aren’t in our league. We were born into wealth, we have had everything a person could possibly want, and even more. We are genetically just superior to the three of you, our intellect is much higher than yours, and we are the only ones qualified to hold our Trios championships. You miscreants would never stand a chance, even on your best day.
The camera cuts out on the quartet laughing over the prospect of a night off as they make their way down the hall.
SILVER STATE CONTENDER
BRANDON MERCER vs EMMA DOUGLAS
A sling into the corner off a grapple and a stiff forearm to the face by Emma Douglas kicks off the action but Brandon Mercer just soaks it up like a sponge – exploder suplex out of nowhere and he hooks the legs and rolls through into a small package!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO WAY! EMMA DOUGLAS KICKS OUT WITH AUTHORITY!
Koppa kick to a chopblock and Mercer's staggered. Douglas goes for a brainbuster but Mercer blocks! He goes to lift her, but she slips out the back door. Queen's End (Package Piledriver) and Mercer's down and out! Emma goes for a mudhole stomping but Mercer scuttles back and she settles for a kick to the guts that sends him crumpling in the corner. She goes for a knee strike to the face but he dives aside, she hits the ring post and Mercer slips behind, taking her over with a bridging suplex. Shoulders are down!
ONE!
TW—NO!
Emma Douglas catches him in a sloppy triangle choke on the break but the kamikaze Mercer powers up to his feet and breaks the hold with a side slam! Corner clothesline by Mercer and he hits a spear before grabbing Emma, looking to put her away. The crowd is going nuts for this breakneck speed and as Mercer scoops her up for an atomic drop, she flips around and takes him down with a DDT! Dazed, Mercer doesn't fight back when she drags him back up – FACIAL RECONSTRUCTION (Standing inverted Indian deathlock surfboard followed into a head stomp)! She drops for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO!
Mercer powers up again and they head to the second rope. Second rope DVD by Brandon Mercer and they trade STIFF forearms. Mercer eats the worst of it, his face bloodied from the blows but he still manages to press Emma Douglas into a Samoan driver! HOLY SHIT! THEY'RE BOTH DOWN! Mercer flops over on Emma Douglas but she nails a stiff right hand and escapes back to her feet – NO! MERCER TRIPS HER UP AND CATCHES HER IN A SLEEPER! HOLY SHIT, EMMA DOUGLAS RAMS THEM BOTH INTO THE CORNER AND MERCER'S HOLD IS BROKEN. SHE STAGGERS OUT FROM THE CORNER AND WHIRLS AROUND! DEATH RATTLE (Shining wizard) AND MERCER SPINS AROUND, ONLY TO EAT A SECOND SHOT FROM THE FRONT! HE GOES DOWN LIKE A SACK OF POTATOES AND EMMA DOUGLAS SMOTHERS HIM FOR THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Brandon Mercer twitches the shoulder up but it's a split second too late!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): EMMA DOUGLAS
VANESSA PAGE
Where is Larry Gowan? Ugh, wasn't that little troll supposed to meet us here?
Danielle walks over to an Uprising employee.
"DIAMOND PRINCESS" DANIELLE PAGE
Have you seen Larry Gowan?
MARISOL VILARO
Is he avoiding us? Tell us where he is!
RANDOM EMPLOYEE
I have no idea. Maybe in the office? If you head down past catering to—
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Well then YOU go find him and tell him we — THE FIRST AND ONLY Trios Champions – are demanding that The Belonging vacate their title opportunity tonight.
"DIAMOND PRINCESS" DANIELLE PAGE
We have it on good authority that The Belonging haven’t been medically cleared after they got into a fight in the parking lot of the Eldorado on New Year’s Eve.
RANDOM EMPLOYEE
Um, wasn't it the three of you that attacked The Belonging on New Year’s Eve?
MARISOL VILARO
(gasps theatrically in outrage)
How dare you?!?!
VANESSA PAGE
We don’t have time for your idiotic ramblings. Take your ass on and find Larry to tell him that The Belonging aren’t fit to challenge us for our championships.
"DIAMOND PRINCESS" DANIELLE PAGE
And tell him that we're pressing charges of theft if Summer's belt isn't returned IMMEDIATELY.
RANDOM EMPLOYEE
I don't think—
"DIAMOND PRINCESS" DANIELLE PAGE
You don't get paid to think! Now run along and give him our message. Our match isn't going to happen tonight which means we get the night off and we are here merely to show support for our fellow One Percenters: Cliff Morgan as he finally claims the Silver State Championship and Chris Mosh as he humiliates that clown Jack Moreau--
MARISOL VILARO
I can’t stand that jerk.
VANESSA PAGE
Nobody can. That's why people literally rioted the moment he won that Terrordome thing at Summer Solstice.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Now run along and relay our message and if Larry has an issue with that, he knows how to contact our attorney.
The Uprising Employee rushes off.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Belonging, we all know that you aren’t in our league. We were born into wealth, we have had everything a person could possibly want, and even more. We are genetically just superior to the three of you, our intellect is much higher than yours, and we are the only ones qualified to hold our Trios championships. You miscreants would never stand a chance, even on your best day.
The camera cuts out on the quartet laughing over the prospect of a night off as they make their way down the hall.
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INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
SILVER STATE CONTENDER
BRANDON MERCER vs EMMA DOUGLAS
A sling into the corner off a grapple and a stiff forearm to the face by Emma Douglas kicks off the action but Brandon Mercer just soaks it up like a sponge – exploder suplex out of nowhere and he hooks the legs and rolls through into a small package!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO WAY! EMMA DOUGLAS KICKS OUT WITH AUTHORITY!
Koppa kick to a chopblock and Mercer's staggered. Douglas goes for a brainbuster but Mercer blocks! He goes to lift her, but she slips out the back door. Queen's End (Package Piledriver) and Mercer's down and out! Emma goes for a mudhole stomping but Mercer scuttles back and she settles for a kick to the guts that sends him crumpling in the corner. She goes for a knee strike to the face but he dives aside, she hits the ring post and Mercer slips behind, taking her over with a bridging suplex. Shoulders are down!
ONE!
TW—NO!
Emma Douglas catches him in a sloppy triangle choke on the break but the kamikaze Mercer powers up to his feet and breaks the hold with a side slam! Corner clothesline by Mercer and he hits a spear before grabbing Emma, looking to put her away. The crowd is going nuts for this breakneck speed and as Mercer scoops her up for an atomic drop, she flips around and takes him down with a DDT! Dazed, Mercer doesn't fight back when she drags him back up – FACIAL RECONSTRUCTION (Standing inverted Indian deathlock surfboard followed into a head stomp)! She drops for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO!
Mercer powers up again and they head to the second rope. Second rope DVD by Brandon Mercer and they trade STIFF forearms. Mercer eats the worst of it, his face bloodied from the blows but he still manages to press Emma Douglas into a Samoan driver! HOLY SHIT! THEY'RE BOTH DOWN! Mercer flops over on Emma Douglas but she nails a stiff right hand and escapes back to her feet – NO! MERCER TRIPS HER UP AND CATCHES HER IN A SLEEPER! HOLY SHIT, EMMA DOUGLAS RAMS THEM BOTH INTO THE CORNER AND MERCER'S HOLD IS BROKEN. SHE STAGGERS OUT FROM THE CORNER AND WHIRLS AROUND! DEATH RATTLE (Shining wizard) AND MERCER SPINS AROUND, ONLY TO EAT A SECOND SHOT FROM THE FRONT! HE GOES DOWN LIKE A SACK OF POTATOES AND EMMA DOUGLAS SMOTHERS HIM FOR THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Brandon Mercer twitches the shoulder up but it's a split second too late!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): EMMA DOUGLAS
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STATIC
The scene opens in a very dimly lit room. The only exception is a large iron hammer and sickle that hangs on the back wall illuminated by the bulb above it. You can see a figure sitting in a folding chair close to the camera but it’s hard to make out any features.
UNKNOWN
"Revolutionen sind die Lokomotiven der Geschichte." - Karl Marx
Subtitles start to appear below after he speaks.
["Revolutions are the locomotives of history" - Karl Marx]
UNKNOWN
"Революция невозможна без революционной ситуации" - Владимир Ленин
["A revolution is impossible without a revolutionary situation" - Vladimir Lenin]
UNKNOWN
"Das Revolutionärste, was man tun kann, ist immer laut zu verkünden, was passiert" - Rosa Luxemburg
["The most revolutionary thing one can do is always to proclaim loudly what is happening" - Rosa Luxemburg]
UNKNOWN
"В шелковых перчатках революцию не сделаешь" - Иосиф Сталин
["You cannot make a revolution with silk gloves" - Josef Stalin]
UNKNOWN
"革命不是宴请，不是作文，不是绘画，不是刺绣； 不可能那么精致，那么悠闲，那么温柔，那么温柔，那么有礼貌，那么内敛，那么大方。 革命是起义，是一个阶级推翻另一个阶级的暴力行为" - 毛泽东
["A revolution is not a dinner party, or writing an essay, or painting a picture, or doing embroidery; it cannot be so refined, so leisurely and gentle, so temperate, kind, courteous, restrained and magnanimous. A revolution is an insurrection, an act of violence by which one class overthrows another." - Mao Zedong]
UNKNOWN
"La revolución es una dictadura de los explotados contra los explotadores" - Fidel Castro
["The revolution is a dictatorship of the exploited against the exploiters" - Fidel Castro]
UNKNOWN
"La revolución no es una manzana que cae cuando está madura. Tienes que hacerlo caer." - Che Guevara
["The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall." - Che Guevara]
UNKNOWN
"Người cách mạng phải có nền tảng đạo đức cách mạng vững chắc mới hoàn thành được nhiệm vụ cách mạng vẻ vang của mình" - Hồ Chí Minh
["A revolutionary must have solid foundation of revolutionary morality in order to fulfill his glorious revolutionary task" - Ho Chi Minh]
The figure’s head leans down. The sound of a match striking can be heard. Next comes the sound of the chair screeching as it slides against the floor as the person stands up and walks towards the light. With a lit Cohiba Coronas in his mouth, TYBERIUS VORONIN looks over his shoulder with his eyes towards the camera. He takes the cigar out of his mouth.
TYBERIUS VORONIN
Viva la revolución.
With that Ty lets out a smirk before placing the cigar back in his mouth and the view cuts away to another advertising break.
_____________________________________________
UNKNOWN
"Revolutionen sind die Lokomotiven der Geschichte." - Karl Marx
Subtitles start to appear below after he speaks.
["Revolutions are the locomotives of history" - Karl Marx]
UNKNOWN
"Революция невозможна без революционной ситуации" - Владимир Ленин
["A revolution is impossible without a revolutionary situation" - Vladimir Lenin]
UNKNOWN
"Das Revolutionärste, was man tun kann, ist immer laut zu verkünden, was passiert" - Rosa Luxemburg
["The most revolutionary thing one can do is always to proclaim loudly what is happening" - Rosa Luxemburg]
UNKNOWN
"В шелковых перчатках революцию не сделаешь" - Иосиф Сталин
["You cannot make a revolution with silk gloves" - Josef Stalin]
UNKNOWN
"革命不是宴请，不是作文，不是绘画，不是刺绣； 不可能那么精致，那么悠闲，那么温柔，那么温柔，那么有礼貌，那么内敛，那么大方。 革命是起义，是一个阶级推翻另一个阶级的暴力行为" - 毛泽东
["A revolution is not a dinner party, or writing an essay, or painting a picture, or doing embroidery; it cannot be so refined, so leisurely and gentle, so temperate, kind, courteous, restrained and magnanimous. A revolution is an insurrection, an act of violence by which one class overthrows another." - Mao Zedong]
UNKNOWN
"La revolución es una dictadura de los explotados contra los explotadores" - Fidel Castro
["The revolution is a dictatorship of the exploited against the exploiters" - Fidel Castro]
UNKNOWN
"La revolución no es una manzana que cae cuando está madura. Tienes que hacerlo caer." - Che Guevara
["The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall." - Che Guevara]
UNKNOWN
"Người cách mạng phải có nền tảng đạo đức cách mạng vững chắc mới hoàn thành được nhiệm vụ cách mạng vẻ vang của mình" - Hồ Chí Minh
["A revolutionary must have solid foundation of revolutionary morality in order to fulfill his glorious revolutionary task" - Ho Chi Minh]
The figure’s head leans down. The sound of a match striking can be heard. Next comes the sound of the chair screeching as it slides against the floor as the person stands up and walks towards the light. With a lit Cohiba Coronas in his mouth, TYBERIUS VORONIN looks over his shoulder with his eyes towards the camera. He takes the cigar out of his mouth.
TYBERIUS VORONIN
Viva la revolución.
With that Ty lets out a smirk before placing the cigar back in his mouth and the view cuts away to another advertising break.
_____________________________________________
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INT. THE COCA-COLA COLISEUM — CONTINUOUS
INT. THE COCA-COLA COLISEUM — CONTINUOUS
Coda’s piercing jet-black hues look off into the distance while her nose and mouth are concealed with a surgical mask depicting an aged, corrupted version of the Canadian flag’s maple leaf design. She shoves her hands into her white long coat’s pockets as she watches several members of the backstage crew move past her through the hallway. As we zoom out, it’s revealed that the Pint-Sized Kaiju has a championship in her hands unfamiliar to regular UPRISING viewers.
CODA
The last significant time I left the United States to wrestle was when I worked for a now-closed promotion known as REBELLION Pro UK — the predecessor of Death Graps. There, I became their Ballroom Champion for a combined 232 days.
She continues as she starts to walk after lowering her mask, clutching the defunct championship replica tightly like a hug before slinging it over her shoulder. It’s gold with subtle blue accents, with the words “Ballroom Heavyweight Wrestling Champion” embedded on black ribbons in the design.
CODA
While you might believe this correlates to UPRISING’s Silver State Championship, given that this is the name of the ballroom back in Reno that we affectionately call home, this is wrong. The Ballroom Championship was, in fact, their Total Anarchy Championship. With this prize on the line, backstage brawls were permitted — and encouraged — so long as it happened in their Stark Ballroom arena in Manchester, England.
Coda keeps pace around a turn as she tightens the buckled forearm guard of her right hand.
CODA
In-ring hardcore title defenses were common, too. Men and women alike from across the wrestling landscape came to challenge me for the honor of holding this beauty specifically, even those who were not on the official REBELLION Pro UK roster at the time. Bloody noses. Bruises. Cuts. Aches. Pains. It was wonderful!
Coda looks at the title on her shoulder again, visibly smiling.
CODA
As all things do, the reign ended. I attempted to move forward, but I still pined for the days of brutal hardcore fights against the best competitors alive. The title inspired my opponents to fight their absolute hardest, assuring my satisfaction and pushing me beyond my limits! It taught me much about their tendencies, their tactics, and how to overcome their unique fighting styles. It goaded me into becoming my absolute strongest to compete, and I have the chance to—
She stops herself, verbally and physically, as she’s stopped moving too.
CODA
Perhaps I am getting ahead of myself, yes? To proclaim myself Total Anarchy Champion, I must dispatch Vincenzo Riina. So be it. He is a mighty foe who stands in my way, and I will do all I must to assure he remains incapacitated!
Her voice gets loud, energetic, and aggressive as she approaches double doors. She enters the parking lot and turns to the nearest dumpster. Throwing the REBELLION Pro UK Ballroom Championship into the trash, she shouts at the camera yet again.
CODA
Ignus or Hawkins can keep the UPRISING Championship! The Silver State Championship can stay with Hayley Fein! I must retrieve the Total Anarchy Championship, and challenge ALL to fight me! Molly Hatchet! Echo Layne! Jacki O'Lantern! Tyberius Voronin! Logan Burgess! Axel & Otto (Total Devastation)! Reno Nevada! Chris Mosh! Danielle Page! Vanessa Page! Marisol Vilaro! Griffin Hawkins! Kendrick Kross! Jack Moreau! Luther Thunder! Kalinda! Sam Tolson! Ignis! Everyone!!!
Leaning close to the camera, Coda doesn’t stop!
CODA
WE WILL FIGHT!!!!!!
Breathing heavily, the camera stays with her for a moment as she tries to calm down. After a few moments, she looks back at the dumpster with concern and worry. Deep in thought, she suddenly decides to sprint at the rubbish receptacle. Coda climbs the side, and dives in deep to try to retrieve her prized championship replica as Canadian Chaos moves on.
CODA
The last significant time I left the United States to wrestle was when I worked for a now-closed promotion known as REBELLION Pro UK — the predecessor of Death Graps. There, I became their Ballroom Champion for a combined 232 days.
She continues as she starts to walk after lowering her mask, clutching the defunct championship replica tightly like a hug before slinging it over her shoulder. It’s gold with subtle blue accents, with the words “Ballroom Heavyweight Wrestling Champion” embedded on black ribbons in the design.
CODA
While you might believe this correlates to UPRISING’s Silver State Championship, given that this is the name of the ballroom back in Reno that we affectionately call home, this is wrong. The Ballroom Championship was, in fact, their Total Anarchy Championship. With this prize on the line, backstage brawls were permitted — and encouraged — so long as it happened in their Stark Ballroom arena in Manchester, England.
Coda keeps pace around a turn as she tightens the buckled forearm guard of her right hand.
CODA
In-ring hardcore title defenses were common, too. Men and women alike from across the wrestling landscape came to challenge me for the honor of holding this beauty specifically, even those who were not on the official REBELLION Pro UK roster at the time. Bloody noses. Bruises. Cuts. Aches. Pains. It was wonderful!
Coda looks at the title on her shoulder again, visibly smiling.
CODA
As all things do, the reign ended. I attempted to move forward, but I still pined for the days of brutal hardcore fights against the best competitors alive. The title inspired my opponents to fight their absolute hardest, assuring my satisfaction and pushing me beyond my limits! It taught me much about their tendencies, their tactics, and how to overcome their unique fighting styles. It goaded me into becoming my absolute strongest to compete, and I have the chance to—
She stops herself, verbally and physically, as she’s stopped moving too.
CODA
Perhaps I am getting ahead of myself, yes? To proclaim myself Total Anarchy Champion, I must dispatch Vincenzo Riina. So be it. He is a mighty foe who stands in my way, and I will do all I must to assure he remains incapacitated!
Her voice gets loud, energetic, and aggressive as she approaches double doors. She enters the parking lot and turns to the nearest dumpster. Throwing the REBELLION Pro UK Ballroom Championship into the trash, she shouts at the camera yet again.
CODA
Ignus or Hawkins can keep the UPRISING Championship! The Silver State Championship can stay with Hayley Fein! I must retrieve the Total Anarchy Championship, and challenge ALL to fight me! Molly Hatchet! Echo Layne! Jacki O'Lantern! Tyberius Voronin! Logan Burgess! Axel & Otto (Total Devastation)! Reno Nevada! Chris Mosh! Danielle Page! Vanessa Page! Marisol Vilaro! Griffin Hawkins! Kendrick Kross! Jack Moreau! Luther Thunder! Kalinda! Sam Tolson! Ignis! Everyone!!!
Leaning close to the camera, Coda doesn’t stop!
CODA
WE WILL FIGHT!!!!!!
Breathing heavily, the camera stays with her for a moment as she tries to calm down. After a few moments, she looks back at the dumpster with concern and worry. Deep in thought, she suddenly decides to sprint at the rubbish receptacle. Coda climbs the side, and dives in deep to try to retrieve her prized championship replica as Canadian Chaos moves on.
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INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
DOUBLE DEBUT MATCH
ECHO LAYNE vs JACKI O'LANTERN
Echo outwrestled Jacki O Lantern, as predicted, earning the upper hand early in the encounter before the tide shifted. Consecutive knife-edge chops showed no effect on Jacki, so Echo goes low with a dropkick to the knee. Jacki shakes it off and delivers a discus forearm that sends Echo reeling backward. Jacki uses an Irish whip to sling Echo Layne against the ring ropes where she ultimately performs a big air back body drop. Jacki drops into the cover for our first pinfall of the speedy match.
ONE!
TW—NO!
KICKOUT!
The fight spills to the floor, where Jacki repeatedly sends Echo into the guardrail but her assault falters when she notices Father Jefferson Cheney sitting in the front row, munching popcorn. The moment their eyes lock, Echo's able to slip past the charging challenger, sending Jacki crashing into the barrier. Echo grabs her by the hair, hauling her back up and dragging her towards the ring with a headlock – holy shit! She takes Echo down with a vertical suplex on the mat and the crowd pops! Turning around, Jacki goes to confront Cheney but he's not there! Echo Layne collides with her back, driving Jacki into the unforgiving steel but then backs off to reset the count as it reaches five.
We take the fight back to the ring and an enraged Jacki gets the upper hand, catching Echo with a shoulder block to the face and then locking in The Darkest Hour (chicken wing facelock) but Echo breaks free and plants Jacki with a DDT. Jacki attempts a headstand double knee drop but Echo dropkicks her elbow when she tries to do the handstand – what a stunning reversal! These two women are putting on a wrestling clinic out there and the Toronto crowd is loving it! Echo goes back to working over the arm with a series of joint manipulations. Echo goes for her modified double knee facebuster but she's denied. Reversal out of nowhere! Black Cat Crossing (Taco Driver) and Echo Layne is down for the count. Jacki hooks both legs for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
ONE!
TW—NO!
KICKOUT!
The fight spills to the floor, where Jacki repeatedly sends Echo into the guardrail but her assault falters when she notices Father Jefferson Cheney sitting in the front row, munching popcorn. The moment their eyes lock, Echo's able to slip past the charging challenger, sending Jacki crashing into the barrier. Echo grabs her by the hair, hauling her back up and dragging her towards the ring with a headlock – holy shit! She takes Echo down with a vertical suplex on the mat and the crowd pops! Turning around, Jacki goes to confront Cheney but he's not there! Echo Layne collides with her back, driving Jacki into the unforgiving steel but then backs off to reset the count as it reaches five.
We take the fight back to the ring and an enraged Jacki gets the upper hand, catching Echo with a shoulder block to the face and then locking in The Darkest Hour (chicken wing facelock) but Echo breaks free and plants Jacki with a DDT. Jacki attempts a headstand double knee drop but Echo dropkicks her elbow when she tries to do the handstand – what a stunning reversal! These two women are putting on a wrestling clinic out there and the Toronto crowd is loving it! Echo goes back to working over the arm with a series of joint manipulations. Echo goes for her modified double knee facebuster but she's denied. Reversal out of nowhere! Black Cat Crossing (Taco Driver) and Echo Layne is down for the count. Jacki hooks both legs for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): JACKI O'LANTERN
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PROMO — BACKSTAGE
CLIFF MORGAN is shown stretching right next to MARISOL VILARO, getting himself pumped up for his upcoming title match. The fans greet the First Couple of Fitness with loud boos. Marisol looks toward her man with a smile as she goes deeper into her stretch on the ground going towards her left foot. Marisol is dressed in her orange and black top with matching workout shorts, and boots: a part of her Vilaro Fitness activewear line she recently advertised on Twitter. She soon stops stretching and motions to Cliff to help her up which he's happy to do.
MARISOL VILARO
Never underestimate a good stretch am I right? I mean your Uprising heroes even understand this. I mean they are very good at stretching the truth. Look at Cliff's opponent tonight, the current Silver State Champion Hayley Finn. She has taken after her heroes like Hawkins, and Tolson so well, refusing to see the writing on the wall. Don't worry, Hayley. Tonight you are taking on the best pure athlete in this company today. So baby, what you think? How does it feel since you came back to this business to already have a title match?
CLIFF MORGAN
It's been phenomenal, babe. I had been languishing in free agency after Extreme Wrestling Entertainment had closed down. I had been one of their greatest United States Champions for years, and here I come to Uprising, with a near perfect record and clean, definitive wins… and their so-called champion keeps slandering me.
He says with a bit of annoyance, as Cliff is clearly prepped to take her title.
CLIFF MORGAN
Hayley, booboo, that's not very cash money of you. You continue to undermine me, simply because I'm the person across the ring from you? Why is that? Same reason everyone hates Tom Brady, because I'm a winner. That's what I do, and Marisol is the Julian Edelman to my Tom Brady. She is the support that helps me become the top-level athlete standing against you. But, instead of bettering yourself to become one yourself, you choose to try and drag us down to your level. It's disgusting, and you should be ashamed of yourself.
Marisol smiles brightly, nodding her head at the words coming out of her man's mouth. She comments proudly.
MARISOL VILARO
Exactly, see he won this opportunity cleanly, he beat Gaston by making him tap out. And tonight, Hayley while you're trying your hardest to retain that belt, you will be outclassed and outwrestled by the man next to me. When you're tapping you can think to yourself "boy I really should have listened to Marisol and bought into the Vilaro System".
Marisol smiles again, holding out her hand as Cliff grabs her up and holds her against him.
MARISOL VILARO
It'd help you with your figure for sure as well. I mean that baby weight could be gone if you just order my system. I mean you won't ever look as good as me, but you'd be a better you. Instead of being a bitter ogre who drags others down to feel good about themselves.
CLIFF MORGAN
We're trying to help you, and you keep rejecting our honest help, and it gets really, really annoying and disrespectful. I know the initial force to drive yourself to be better is yours, but, tonight when I face you in that ring one on one, is the day I force you to accept that you should improve yourself, Hayley! And the day you do, your breakfast will be the best meal you've ever had in your life… it will be the first day of the rest of a better life. Join the Vilaro System, and become a better you!
Marisol smirks at the camera in an over-the-top manner before saying.
MARISOL VILARO
Very disrespectful but quite frankly we are very forgiving people, but once we take that title from you. You will hit bottom, and your friends won’t be there, but the Vilaro System will be. It is the key to being a better you because anything else is just a band-aid on the issues you have. Hayley, you can go from just being Fien to a winner in life.
Marisol smirks, as she looks at Cliff as the two embrace before the scene then fades to a Vilaro System logo, before fading to black.
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MARISOL VILARO
Never underestimate a good stretch am I right? I mean your Uprising heroes even understand this. I mean they are very good at stretching the truth. Look at Cliff's opponent tonight, the current Silver State Champion Hayley Finn. She has taken after her heroes like Hawkins, and Tolson so well, refusing to see the writing on the wall. Don't worry, Hayley. Tonight you are taking on the best pure athlete in this company today. So baby, what you think? How does it feel since you came back to this business to already have a title match?
CLIFF MORGAN
It's been phenomenal, babe. I had been languishing in free agency after Extreme Wrestling Entertainment had closed down. I had been one of their greatest United States Champions for years, and here I come to Uprising, with a near perfect record and clean, definitive wins… and their so-called champion keeps slandering me.
He says with a bit of annoyance, as Cliff is clearly prepped to take her title.
CLIFF MORGAN
Hayley, booboo, that's not very cash money of you. You continue to undermine me, simply because I'm the person across the ring from you? Why is that? Same reason everyone hates Tom Brady, because I'm a winner. That's what I do, and Marisol is the Julian Edelman to my Tom Brady. She is the support that helps me become the top-level athlete standing against you. But, instead of bettering yourself to become one yourself, you choose to try and drag us down to your level. It's disgusting, and you should be ashamed of yourself.
Marisol smiles brightly, nodding her head at the words coming out of her man's mouth. She comments proudly.
MARISOL VILARO
Exactly, see he won this opportunity cleanly, he beat Gaston by making him tap out. And tonight, Hayley while you're trying your hardest to retain that belt, you will be outclassed and outwrestled by the man next to me. When you're tapping you can think to yourself "boy I really should have listened to Marisol and bought into the Vilaro System".
Marisol smiles again, holding out her hand as Cliff grabs her up and holds her against him.
MARISOL VILARO
It'd help you with your figure for sure as well. I mean that baby weight could be gone if you just order my system. I mean you won't ever look as good as me, but you'd be a better you. Instead of being a bitter ogre who drags others down to feel good about themselves.
CLIFF MORGAN
We're trying to help you, and you keep rejecting our honest help, and it gets really, really annoying and disrespectful. I know the initial force to drive yourself to be better is yours, but, tonight when I face you in that ring one on one, is the day I force you to accept that you should improve yourself, Hayley! And the day you do, your breakfast will be the best meal you've ever had in your life… it will be the first day of the rest of a better life. Join the Vilaro System, and become a better you!
Marisol smirks at the camera in an over-the-top manner before saying.
MARISOL VILARO
Very disrespectful but quite frankly we are very forgiving people, but once we take that title from you. You will hit bottom, and your friends won’t be there, but the Vilaro System will be. It is the key to being a better you because anything else is just a band-aid on the issues you have. Hayley, you can go from just being Fien to a winner in life.
Marisol smirks, as she looks at Cliff as the two embrace before the scene then fades to a Vilaro System logo, before fading to black.
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INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
We are taken backstage at the Coca Cola Coliseum in Toronto, Canada with the trio of TRINACRIA. Vincenzo is seated and Ricky Rhodes & Nico Pazzini standing beside a Canadian flag. Rhodes pipes it up like a California Pavarotti.
RICKY RHODES
O Canada!
Your home and native land!
True patriot love in all of your command.
With glowing hearts you see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, you stand on guard for thee.
Nico Pazzini stands there on the other side of the flag with his fur coat, the gold chains and exposed bare chest. Saluting the flag.
NICO PAZZINI
God keep your land, glorious and free
O Canada you stand on guard for thee,
O Canada you stand on guard for thee…
We see the two men douse the flag with what looks like gasoline as they set it ablaze behind Vincenzo who remains expressionless.
RICKY RHODES
Listen up you mother canuckers, just because we are in Toronto tonight does not not mean that this place has any kind of home turf for you.
Nico Pazzini spits at the flag in flames, chuckling it up.
NICO PAZZINI
You really think that change of place from Reno to Canada would change a thing? TRINACRIA is the group running this place and il capo de tutti capi is right here..
He plants his palm on Riina’s shoulder.
NICO PAZZINI
YOUR Total Anarchy Champion: Vincenzo Riina, he speaks very little and brags even less, but if there was one person from Corleone I’d unleash to the world it would be Vinnie here, because he doesn’t smile, he doesn’t speak. What he does is what he is told.
Rhodes leans up to the other shoulder of Riina with a smirk.
RICKY RHODES
Vincenzo here is loyal and a man of principle. Going against CODA or anyone else does not matter; he is a champion. He does not discriminate when it comes to gender, persuasion or challengers. Vincent is an equal opportunity champion. Which means that he does not care who faces him so CODA you can be a "Kaiju", a "beast" or a "monster" all you want, but when you look at this man, this specimen of physical prowess... he is callous, cool and calculated. He does not care what he does to his opponents, is that really what you want to be part of?
As Rhodes seems to be the one to persuade things with Nico Pazzini seems more brash with his getup and his behavior.
NICO PAZZINI
Do you even know who you are going against CODA?! Vinnie here is a legit G a born and bred son of Corleone. A man of the people but a monster of Pazzinis, he is as big as he is silent but when that bell rings Vinnie goes to work and he does not stop unless the job is done. There has been talk of Supreme Machine as a champion, a man who had to run off elsewhere to chase glory after Isabella Pazzini beat him. Do you really think a run at someone who beat the Lady Hardcore herself is worth it? Beating Luther Thunder is one thing, but Vincenzo, he has but one loyalty. He has his own moral code and principles. Do you really think that being a "kaiju" is going to be enough to take him down?!
The pair of them lean up to the shoulders of Vincenzo as the Canadian flag is burning out in the background as we fade to black and head to ringside.
RICKY RHODES
O Canada!
Your home and native land!
True patriot love in all of your command.
With glowing hearts you see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, you stand on guard for thee.
Nico Pazzini stands there on the other side of the flag with his fur coat, the gold chains and exposed bare chest. Saluting the flag.
NICO PAZZINI
God keep your land, glorious and free
O Canada you stand on guard for thee,
O Canada you stand on guard for thee…
We see the two men douse the flag with what looks like gasoline as they set it ablaze behind Vincenzo who remains expressionless.
RICKY RHODES
Listen up you mother canuckers, just because we are in Toronto tonight does not not mean that this place has any kind of home turf for you.
Nico Pazzini spits at the flag in flames, chuckling it up.
NICO PAZZINI
You really think that change of place from Reno to Canada would change a thing? TRINACRIA is the group running this place and il capo de tutti capi is right here..
He plants his palm on Riina’s shoulder.
NICO PAZZINI
YOUR Total Anarchy Champion: Vincenzo Riina, he speaks very little and brags even less, but if there was one person from Corleone I’d unleash to the world it would be Vinnie here, because he doesn’t smile, he doesn’t speak. What he does is what he is told.
Rhodes leans up to the other shoulder of Riina with a smirk.
RICKY RHODES
Vincenzo here is loyal and a man of principle. Going against CODA or anyone else does not matter; he is a champion. He does not discriminate when it comes to gender, persuasion or challengers. Vincent is an equal opportunity champion. Which means that he does not care who faces him so CODA you can be a "Kaiju", a "beast" or a "monster" all you want, but when you look at this man, this specimen of physical prowess... he is callous, cool and calculated. He does not care what he does to his opponents, is that really what you want to be part of?
As Rhodes seems to be the one to persuade things with Nico Pazzini seems more brash with his getup and his behavior.
NICO PAZZINI
Do you even know who you are going against CODA?! Vinnie here is a legit G a born and bred son of Corleone. A man of the people but a monster of Pazzinis, he is as big as he is silent but when that bell rings Vinnie goes to work and he does not stop unless the job is done. There has been talk of Supreme Machine as a champion, a man who had to run off elsewhere to chase glory after Isabella Pazzini beat him. Do you really think a run at someone who beat the Lady Hardcore herself is worth it? Beating Luther Thunder is one thing, but Vincenzo, he has but one loyalty. He has his own moral code and principles. Do you really think that being a "kaiju" is going to be enough to take him down?!
The pair of them lean up to the shoulders of Vincenzo as the Canadian flag is burning out in the background as we fade to black and head to ringside.
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INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
TAG TEAM CONTENDER
JUMPING BLONDE ANGELS vs THE FAMILY CROWE
These two teams are already familiar with each other and that leads to a more cerebral match than their first. At least when Zelda is in the ring Connie is as chaotic as ever as she grapples with Silas for a second before pulling back and kicking his shin. Silas grabs her head and Connie leans into it with a headbutt, rushing at the opposite ropes and coming back with a front dropkick sending him back into his corner where he tags in Otis. Otis comes in and rushes at Connie who runs away, sliding out of the ring. Otis gives chase and as he leaves the ring, Connie slides back in and waves to him. Otis looks annoyed and slides in after her only to get a shin to the face, followed by a spinning leg drop. Connie tags in Zelda and the pair of them continue to wear down Otis. The big man fights back with a side walk slam on Zelda, winding her long enough to get Silas legally back in the ring and the two isolate Zelda, hitting her with a high impact double suplex. Silas wears down the smaller woman with a side headlock, driving her to the mat with a hip toss and then locking her in a Camel Clutch, It’s only in for a few seconds though before Connie breaks it up with a basement dropkick. Connie is ushered out of the ring by the official allowing for Otis to sneak back inside the ring for an illegal double team, but Zelda reverses his whip and sends Otis into Silas, stunning them both and allowing for Fischer to get to her corner and tag in Craven. Connie rushes in the ring and hits a spinning back kick on Otis to clear him of the squared circle, turning her attention back on Silas and wrapping her legs around the large man’s head, driving him straight to the mat with her Oh So Craven. Zelda catches Otis off at the pass as Craven gets both legs hooked and the referee finds the decisive three count!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): JUMPING BLONDE ANGELS
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INT. BACKSTAGE — CONTINUOUS
After the Vilaro Fitness commercial airs on-screen complete with the website address, we cut to a spare backstage room at the Coca-Cola Coliseum decorated with a blue mat on the floor and motivational posters of Marisol’s other clients striking powerful poses! Four rows of five people in light blue t-shirts brandishing the Vilaro Fitness logo do burpees simultaneously. The twenty overweight men and women are all out of shape, sweat dampening their clothes as they attempt to keep up with the instructor! Finally, Marisol Vilaro gives a passionate speech at the front of the class.
MARISOL VILARO
Come on, is this how we are going to meet our New Year’s Resolutions?! With that kind of effort? Because you all have a lot of work to do to get into shape and become a better you! But that is why I am holding this class to show you what it will take for you to be in the best shape of your life!
Marisol says as they move into push-ups, with most on their knees. She then begins speaking loudly in an overly-enthusiastic tone, though the sarcasm can be felt right through it from the obnoxious personal trainer.
MARISOL VILARO
I don’t care if you're on your knees, we all have to start somewhere, but I want to see you go all the way down. None of this half-step stuff. That is not what Vilaro Fitness and the Vilaro System is about! It's about becoming an in-shape winner. You wanna be winners, right? Then keep pushing!
Marisol walks around the group, spotting one woman struggling to try to do a push-up down all the way. As the Vilaro Fitness follower collapses to the floor, Marisol shakes her head in disgust.
MARISOL VILARO
Come on! Just a few more. Look, you can do it. You want to stay lonely and miserable the rest of your life, or you wanna finally be able to grab life by the horns?! If you wanna live a fulfilling life, you got to start with what you have allowed yourself to become and FIX THAT!
The rotund woman on the floor starts to cry with her entirely covered in sweat as she tries to push herself further with no success. The rest of the class continue with their exercises in time, ignoring the helplessness of their sobbing peer.
Enter Coda. The door swings open to reveal the 5'6" Pint-Sized Kaiju glaring daggers at the instructor with her fiery jet-black eyes! The Total Anarchy Champion’s number one contender gathers the attention of the people who voluntarily signed up for Vilaro Fitness using the Maricise companion app as she strides between the rows towards Marisol herself.
CODA
You teach with cruelty in these hallowed halls. Has Mr. Jackson and Mr. Gowan permitted this?
Marisol scoffs smugly, as she put her hands on her waist.
MARISOL VILARO
Permitted what? Me changing lives for the better? They know. The people watching in attendance, and around the world, well, they pay to see my face, and they want to know what the Vilaro System is about, and how it archives the amazing results it does. What’s wrong with that, Miss Goody Good?
The fan-favorite crosses her arms over her chest, then looks back at the twenty people in the room, watching as they do their exercises on the mat. The one woman, in particular, is still openly weeping.
CODA
You call that changing lives for the better?
She gestures towards the woman crying, while the others don’t look too happy to be there either. Most of them look overworked and exhausted without a water bottle in sight, but they seemed committed to the workout.
Marisol tilts her head back, chuckling in an amused yet bitchy fashion, clearly not liking the interruption from Coda, who was standing in front of her. She eyes the room in disappointment before turning her gaze back to Coda.
MARISOL VILARO
Yes, this is changing lives for the better, not that you would know anything about that, Coda. See, let me remind you of something. I am a manager of Champions, and tonight Cliff Morgan will be Sliver State Champion, not only that, but the Socialites will retain their Trios titles against those no good thieves! I am turning these out of shape mounds of goo and molding them into something better: in shape winners at life.
Marisol has a bitchy smile on her face as she says to Coda.
MARISOL VILARO
I mean, need I not remind you have never pinned me or made me submit in the ring? A former champion such as yourself, how does that feel for a woman with barely any wrestling training getting the best of you? Well, you can thank my Vilaro System for that.
Coda listens to the words of the fitness instructor intently, her focus never wavering.
CODA
I could make you submit right now.
Marisol laughs, as she eyeballs her in disgust.
MARISOL VILARO
You think so? I am not facing you tonight. I mean, you could have multiple times taken me up on my offer and became a champion. But tonight, you will fail. Vincenzo Riina will take you down. He might not be one of my clients, but you'd have to be stupid not to notice he's been on a pretty impressive win streak. Now, what on earth are you doing interrupting my workout? I mean, you could use it, you might not be as out of shape as them, but I've seen you in the ring. Your strength and conditioning could use some work.
The Korean-American doesn’t seem amused by Mari’s mocking. Coda tilts her head, then unfolds her arms in everyone’s view. With fists covered in black compression arm warmers and her blue buckled forearm guards, she raises her right hand like she’s about to strike the fitness guru with all her might in front of her whole class. Mari winces, covering her face desperately with a block! Before Coda’s hand can connect with Marisol’s face, it stops!
Marisol looks angry and pissed off, her face red with embarrassment as Coda strolls back through the rows and out of the spare room. The view cuts away to an ad for one of our newest sponsors: BODY SLAM EXTRACTS!
After the Vilaro Fitness commercial airs on-screen complete with the website address, we cut to a spare backstage room at the Coca-Cola Coliseum decorated with a blue mat on the floor and motivational posters of Marisol’s other clients striking powerful poses! Four rows of five people in light blue t-shirts brandishing the Vilaro Fitness logo do burpees simultaneously. The twenty overweight men and women are all out of shape, sweat dampening their clothes as they attempt to keep up with the instructor! Finally, Marisol Vilaro gives a passionate speech at the front of the class.
MARISOL VILARO
Come on, is this how we are going to meet our New Year’s Resolutions?! With that kind of effort? Because you all have a lot of work to do to get into shape and become a better you! But that is why I am holding this class to show you what it will take for you to be in the best shape of your life!
Marisol says as they move into push-ups, with most on their knees. She then begins speaking loudly in an overly-enthusiastic tone, though the sarcasm can be felt right through it from the obnoxious personal trainer.
MARISOL VILARO
I don’t care if you're on your knees, we all have to start somewhere, but I want to see you go all the way down. None of this half-step stuff. That is not what Vilaro Fitness and the Vilaro System is about! It's about becoming an in-shape winner. You wanna be winners, right? Then keep pushing!
Marisol walks around the group, spotting one woman struggling to try to do a push-up down all the way. As the Vilaro Fitness follower collapses to the floor, Marisol shakes her head in disgust.
MARISOL VILARO
Come on! Just a few more. Look, you can do it. You want to stay lonely and miserable the rest of your life, or you wanna finally be able to grab life by the horns?! If you wanna live a fulfilling life, you got to start with what you have allowed yourself to become and FIX THAT!
The rotund woman on the floor starts to cry with her entirely covered in sweat as she tries to push herself further with no success. The rest of the class continue with their exercises in time, ignoring the helplessness of their sobbing peer.
Enter Coda. The door swings open to reveal the 5'6" Pint-Sized Kaiju glaring daggers at the instructor with her fiery jet-black eyes! The Total Anarchy Champion’s number one contender gathers the attention of the people who voluntarily signed up for Vilaro Fitness using the Maricise companion app as she strides between the rows towards Marisol herself.
CODA
You teach with cruelty in these hallowed halls. Has Mr. Jackson and Mr. Gowan permitted this?
Marisol scoffs smugly, as she put her hands on her waist.
MARISOL VILARO
Permitted what? Me changing lives for the better? They know. The people watching in attendance, and around the world, well, they pay to see my face, and they want to know what the Vilaro System is about, and how it archives the amazing results it does. What’s wrong with that, Miss Goody Good?
The fan-favorite crosses her arms over her chest, then looks back at the twenty people in the room, watching as they do their exercises on the mat. The one woman, in particular, is still openly weeping.
CODA
You call that changing lives for the better?
She gestures towards the woman crying, while the others don’t look too happy to be there either. Most of them look overworked and exhausted without a water bottle in sight, but they seemed committed to the workout.
Marisol tilts her head back, chuckling in an amused yet bitchy fashion, clearly not liking the interruption from Coda, who was standing in front of her. She eyes the room in disappointment before turning her gaze back to Coda.
MARISOL VILARO
Yes, this is changing lives for the better, not that you would know anything about that, Coda. See, let me remind you of something. I am a manager of Champions, and tonight Cliff Morgan will be Sliver State Champion, not only that, but the Socialites will retain their Trios titles against those no good thieves! I am turning these out of shape mounds of goo and molding them into something better: in shape winners at life.
Marisol has a bitchy smile on her face as she says to Coda.
MARISOL VILARO
I mean, need I not remind you have never pinned me or made me submit in the ring? A former champion such as yourself, how does that feel for a woman with barely any wrestling training getting the best of you? Well, you can thank my Vilaro System for that.
Coda listens to the words of the fitness instructor intently, her focus never wavering.
CODA
I could make you submit right now.
Marisol laughs, as she eyeballs her in disgust.
MARISOL VILARO
You think so? I am not facing you tonight. I mean, you could have multiple times taken me up on my offer and became a champion. But tonight, you will fail. Vincenzo Riina will take you down. He might not be one of my clients, but you'd have to be stupid not to notice he's been on a pretty impressive win streak. Now, what on earth are you doing interrupting my workout? I mean, you could use it, you might not be as out of shape as them, but I've seen you in the ring. Your strength and conditioning could use some work.
The Korean-American doesn’t seem amused by Mari’s mocking. Coda tilts her head, then unfolds her arms in everyone’s view. With fists covered in black compression arm warmers and her blue buckled forearm guards, she raises her right hand like she’s about to strike the fitness guru with all her might in front of her whole class. Mari winces, covering her face desperately with a block! Before Coda’s hand can connect with Marisol’s face, it stops!
Marisol looks angry and pissed off, her face red with embarrassment as Coda strolls back through the rows and out of the spare room. The view cuts away to an ad for one of our newest sponsors: BODY SLAM EXTRACTS!
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INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
TOTAL ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP
VINCENZO RIINA (c) vs CODA
The bell rings, and Vincenzo wastes no time, grabbing a handful of Coda's hair and dragging her forward, only to spike her face off his knee. He hoists her up and plasters her to the canvas with a gorilla press slam – Coda struggles back to her feet immediately, getting a huge pop from the crowd as she shakes away the cobwebs. A telegraphed strike heads towards her but Coda does a back bend and upkicks, catching Riina under the chin. He staggers back dropping to his knees – SONATA KNEE (running high knee) LAYS THE BIG MAN OUT! She drops a knee to his head and scrambles into position to lock in a crossface hold – RIINA EXPLODES TO LIFE AND GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE, USING IT TO HAUL THEM IN AND THEN HE'S CHOKING CODA AGAINST THE CABLE BEFORE REF STEF FORCES A BREAK!
The crowd is hot and loud, clearly not liking the underhanded abuse Riina is dishing out. Back up, he avoids a shaky yakuza kick and takes her down with a vicious Russian legsweep, slamming her face off the middle and bottom turnbuckle with the move, landing atop Coda with his full weight. He locks on a crossface hold, wrenching on Coda’s neck as though he wants to repay the favor but she gets an elbow strike to the face that dazes him enough so she can slip the hold. Coda slides out to the floor, shaking her head and rolling her shoulders. The moment she slides back into the ring, Riina comes at her with a telegraphed lariat and Coda dodges to the side and reverses Vincenzo’s momentum with a flawless yakuza kick. She waits for Riina to get up, looking for a bulldog, but Riina catches her neck on the way, and manages a desperate DDT that barely connects. Coda is quick to her feet, and Riina quickly grabs Coda’s arms and flips her around, taking the Pint-Sized Kaiju down with a back snapmare. Coda remains still as Riina goes for a cheap pin, resting his foot on Coda's chest.
ONE!
CODA EXPLODES IN A BURST OF ENERGY AND GRABS RIINA, RIGHT INTO A LA MAGISTRAL PIN!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO! THIS TIME RIINA BREAKS FREE!
They reset and collide, Coda avoiding Riina's deadly strikes before sending him off to the ropes. Riina resists and Coda is ready for it, slipping around behind and taking him down with the Sonata Knee again! Riina staggers back, right into Rhapsody (duck under leg trip takedown transitioned into an arm triangle choke)! Wait! NO! The triangle choke is broken as Coda can't get the body scissors locked in and Riina rolls her over into a small package after slamming a fist into her temple.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Coda kicks up with authority, and lurches to her feet again. They both charge and Riina dodges her grapple attempt, catching her with Et Tu Vincenzo (punch to the throat) before following that with a sucker punch to the guts that truly drives the wind from her sails. He grabs and levels the speedy competitor with a wicked gutwrench suplex. Coda staggers up, and Riina is immediately on her again, hoisting and pounding her down with a Samoan drop! Riina puts Coda into position for a fisherman buster, a confident smile on his face. Riina tries to flip Coda into the move, but Coda blocks the attempt with her free leg, and then throws her weight backwards, rolling Riina into a strange looking small package, scissoring Vincenzo's arms between her legs – she's got the latter part of Rhapsody hooked in and it's tight. Riina squirms, but it only presses his shoulders tighter to the canvas. He flails. He catches the bottom rope with his boot but there's no breaks in a Total Anarchy match and there's no help to be had there.
The stoic Sicilian refuses to tap, refuses to submit as Ref Stef gets down and checks on him and then he pushes up with his arms, flipping them over and choking Coda against the bottom rope. She nails him with a wild kick to the knee that forces him back and rolls out of harm's way. Back up, they reset again with Riina looking confident that he's all but won this bout. Coda looks exhausted and ragged but she's happy to square off again. She comes in feinting a strike but then catches the arm – Riina reverses it into La Sigretta Ricetta (pumphandle slam), followed by his signature Rome is Burning (garvin stomp). Coda's not moving, and Riina shoves her over on her back and then instead of making the cover, pulls her up. He looks like he's going for Bella Lugosi, his patented gutwrench powerbomb but Coda slips out the backdoor, nailing him with a knee to the back of the head. Riina staggers forward into the corner – SYMPHONIC ELBOW (running jumping elbow strike) and Riina's face smashes off the turnbuckle. He crumbles and Coda nails the Rhapsody as a final nail in the coffin before diving into the pinfall, hooking both legs.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL) AND NEW TOTAL ANARCHY CHAMPION: CODA
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INT. PROMO — BACKSTAGE
Molly Hatchet, The Ginger Ninja, stands before the Uprising Revolution banner hanging along the back wall of an empty hallway, dressed in her black and green ring gear with a fierce, determined look in her eye. One could see a bit of anger in her features from the furrow of her brow and tautness of her neck and jaw.
MOLLY HATCHET
Aye, here I am at Canadian Chaos, an event I wasn’t even booked for yet I should’ve been from tha’ start. Others though would whine and bitch about not gettin’ their moment. Ya know what I did? I fuckin’ fought fer it! Instead of bein’ a baby and bitchin’ about on social media, I went out and said, “OYE! WHO WANTS A FIGHT?!” Low and behold, I got it and while originally it was to be with Crystal Zdunich, it was changed to Kendrick Kross. Fine, I’m game.
Molly cups her hand, looking down at the fist in her palm.
MOLLY HATCHET
I should ne’er’ve had ta’ beg fer a match in tha’ first place, but it is what it is.
Her eyes return to the lens once more.
MOLLY HATCHET
My opponent, an arrogant and dare I say desperate man practically declaring victory tha’ moment tha’ match was signed and booked, is in a similar boat as me. Neither of us were destined to be here tonight. We weren’t worthy of a Pay Per View, but here we are against odds and why? Because somethin’ was done about it and my intention is ta’ go out there to not only take his underestimation of me and shove it up his arse, but ta’ show tha’ Uprising faithful just why tha’ bloody fuck Molly Hatchet deserves ta’ be on e’ery pay per view.
She points a thumb at herself for emphasis and shouts to the camera, unleashing her passion and fury to the world watching on the other side.
MOLLY HATCHET
I’M NO INSIGNIFICANT SPECK! E’ERY NIGHT I’M IN THAT RING! I DO THE VERA BEST I CAN, SWEATIN, BLEEDIN, HURTIN, AND SOMETIMES EVEN DYIN WHILE I’M OUT THERE! I’m better than jerkin’ tha’ black curtain and watchin’ others dance in that ring and this, more than anythin’ is ta’ prove me value and worth. I am not just tha’ Best Ginger, but THA BEST BLOODY WRESTLER IN THA’ BUILDIN! I’ve bled all o’er tha’ world many times o’er, killin’ meself fer just tha’ chance at bein’ a promotional or world champion and I can do it! I can hold tha’ weight of tha’ world around me’ waist and on these shoulders. I can do it!
There’s moisture in her eyes as emotions pour through her. Molly quivers as she unloads her everything to this camera, alone in this forgotten hallway in Toronto’s Coca-Cola Coliseum.
MOLLY HATCHET
I donnae’ say what I’ve said out of arrogance or delusion. I’ve worked hard ta’ be able ta’ say that, but usually I try ta’ be modest and keep it under wraps, because I know how it sounds when ye’ say things like that. People think yer an arrogant blowhard, but I’ve trained fer o’er a decade while fightin’ in all the major arenas across tha’ world. I’ve slain giants, technical wizards, submission masters, MMA fighters, and absolute monsters time and again and yet here I am… gettin’ a match because I begged fer it on social media.
Molly wipes her thumb across her eyes to take away some of the moisture before it starts streaking down her freckled cheeks.
MOLLY HATCHET
Tonight, I’m gonna’ fight me bloody heart out ta’ beat this blowhard who discounts me before tha’ bell’s even chimed. Feed him his arrogance on a hot spoon and make him choke on tha’ shite. I’m tired of bein’ overlooked by foe and management alike because of me size and relative youth. I’m older than me years and better than ya’ think. Out in that ring tonight, there’s a contendership fer a title on tha’ line and I intend ta’ win it and then move on ta’ challenge fer tha’ Uprising World Championship.
She steps in closer to the camera, staring it directly in it’s digital eye. It takes only a moment it for it to refocus on her face.
MOLLY HATCHET
Kendrick, yer desperate fer a win… I’m desperate ta’ be recognized as something more than just a tiny lass with a big mouth. Let’s see who’s desperation wins out, yeah? May the best Wrestler win.
The Hatchet Clan founder shoots a dangerous, wily grin at the camera before walking away.
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MOLLY HATCHET
Aye, here I am at Canadian Chaos, an event I wasn’t even booked for yet I should’ve been from tha’ start. Others though would whine and bitch about not gettin’ their moment. Ya know what I did? I fuckin’ fought fer it! Instead of bein’ a baby and bitchin’ about on social media, I went out and said, “OYE! WHO WANTS A FIGHT?!” Low and behold, I got it and while originally it was to be with Crystal Zdunich, it was changed to Kendrick Kross. Fine, I’m game.
Molly cups her hand, looking down at the fist in her palm.
MOLLY HATCHET
I should ne’er’ve had ta’ beg fer a match in tha’ first place, but it is what it is.
Her eyes return to the lens once more.
MOLLY HATCHET
My opponent, an arrogant and dare I say desperate man practically declaring victory tha’ moment tha’ match was signed and booked, is in a similar boat as me. Neither of us were destined to be here tonight. We weren’t worthy of a Pay Per View, but here we are against odds and why? Because somethin’ was done about it and my intention is ta’ go out there to not only take his underestimation of me and shove it up his arse, but ta’ show tha’ Uprising faithful just why tha’ bloody fuck Molly Hatchet deserves ta’ be on e’ery pay per view.
She points a thumb at herself for emphasis and shouts to the camera, unleashing her passion and fury to the world watching on the other side.
MOLLY HATCHET
I’M NO INSIGNIFICANT SPECK! E’ERY NIGHT I’M IN THAT RING! I DO THE VERA BEST I CAN, SWEATIN, BLEEDIN, HURTIN, AND SOMETIMES EVEN DYIN WHILE I’M OUT THERE! I’m better than jerkin’ tha’ black curtain and watchin’ others dance in that ring and this, more than anythin’ is ta’ prove me value and worth. I am not just tha’ Best Ginger, but THA BEST BLOODY WRESTLER IN THA’ BUILDIN! I’ve bled all o’er tha’ world many times o’er, killin’ meself fer just tha’ chance at bein’ a promotional or world champion and I can do it! I can hold tha’ weight of tha’ world around me’ waist and on these shoulders. I can do it!
There’s moisture in her eyes as emotions pour through her. Molly quivers as she unloads her everything to this camera, alone in this forgotten hallway in Toronto’s Coca-Cola Coliseum.
MOLLY HATCHET
I donnae’ say what I’ve said out of arrogance or delusion. I’ve worked hard ta’ be able ta’ say that, but usually I try ta’ be modest and keep it under wraps, because I know how it sounds when ye’ say things like that. People think yer an arrogant blowhard, but I’ve trained fer o’er a decade while fightin’ in all the major arenas across tha’ world. I’ve slain giants, technical wizards, submission masters, MMA fighters, and absolute monsters time and again and yet here I am… gettin’ a match because I begged fer it on social media.
Molly wipes her thumb across her eyes to take away some of the moisture before it starts streaking down her freckled cheeks.
MOLLY HATCHET
Tonight, I’m gonna’ fight me bloody heart out ta’ beat this blowhard who discounts me before tha’ bell’s even chimed. Feed him his arrogance on a hot spoon and make him choke on tha’ shite. I’m tired of bein’ overlooked by foe and management alike because of me size and relative youth. I’m older than me years and better than ya’ think. Out in that ring tonight, there’s a contendership fer a title on tha’ line and I intend ta’ win it and then move on ta’ challenge fer tha’ Uprising World Championship.
She steps in closer to the camera, staring it directly in it’s digital eye. It takes only a moment it for it to refocus on her face.
MOLLY HATCHET
Kendrick, yer desperate fer a win… I’m desperate ta’ be recognized as something more than just a tiny lass with a big mouth. Let’s see who’s desperation wins out, yeah? May the best Wrestler win.
The Hatchet Clan founder shoots a dangerous, wily grin at the camera before walking away.
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INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
WINNER GETS A TITLE SHOT OF THEIR CHOOSING
MOLLY HATCHET vs KENDRICK KROSS
There’s a bit of trash talk just before the bell rings and as soon as it does, Kendrick cracks Molly with a wicked cheap shot! He presses the advantage, pummeling Molly with several strikes, finishing his combination with a thrust kick that sends her through the ropes! He turns, throwing his fists in the air as the fans boo him. However, he doesn’t notice Molly catching the rope with one hand. The Scotswoman pulls herself up onto the apron, scowling daggers and wiping a streak of blood from her busted, swollen lip. He turns and she slingshots over the ropes with a headscissor takedown, driving him skull-first to the canvas! Both rise to their feet with a roll and she moves in with fast, not giving him even a moment of breath. The precision striker finds himself outmatched by the sheer fury that the Ginger Ninja brings into an outright brawl! She batters him back with kicks, forearms, rights, lefts, and with a loud yell, she hits THE GLASGOW KISS! Kendrick sways for a moment, then hits the canvas in a dazed heap! Molly follows up with a springboard moonsault pin!
ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!
He throws the shoulder up and Molly doesn’t even bat an eye, gathering him up and hurling him into a corner. She then runs full steam with a wild yell, leaping for A SPLASH OF GINGER-NO!!! Kendrick pushes up on the ropes and throws both feet into her gut, sending her crashing to the mat with a croaking cough! He then pushes himself onto the top rope as she gets back up, staggered. He leaps off with a Missile Dropkick, rocking her off her feet and flat on her back! He takes her leg and kicks her in the knee several times before locking on THE KROSS BAR!! Molly howls in pain, thrashing about in the painful hold. She does get it together after a few seconds in the hold, pressing her foot against the back of his knee and pushing while pulling her foot free from the hold! Both roll to their feet and she’s clearly favoring one leg for a moment.
Molly limps, fists up while she and Kendrick circle in a workers walk. He moves in, faking low with a kick but in a twist, the Ginger Ninja does exactly the opposite of what he expects, dropping under the fake low to high roundhouse and rolls to her left while taking out his balancing leg. He falls back and she’s hooked his leg in a Grapevine Anklelock! Double K thrashes in the hold, eyes wide with surprise as he cries out in pain screaming “NO!” every time the referee asks him if he wants to submit! Kendrick manages to drag himself and Molly to the ropes where he grabs on for dear life, forcing the ref to order her to let go. The Ginger Ninja releases him, back rolling to her feet and striking a ninja-esque pose for a big pop from the crowd!
Kendrick rises, now hobbling a bit as he favors one leg over the other. Molly crouches low, the two entering the worker’s walk. She wriggles her fingers, beckoning him forth. Kendrick moves in and Molly takes out his good leg with a low dropkick, dropping him on his knee. She then rushes for the ropes. Kendrick pushes to his feet as she rebounds with THE WHISKEY BOMB, but Double K surprises her by ducking under her flying body and hitting the USHIGOROSHI!!! Molly hits the canvas with a hard WHAM and Kendrick pumps his fists in triumph, walking away from Molly about five steps before turning around and squatting low. He watches and waits as she fights onto her hands and knees. Kendrick then rushes up, leaping with THE TRAMP STAMP, BUT MOLLY STANDS UP! Kendrick stomps down hard and awkward, gritting his teeth in pain and finding himself wide open for THE SPIRAL DROPKICK! He falls flat on his back as Molly hits the ropes. Kendrick slowly gets up, clutching at his chest as the Ginger Ninja rebounds with a flying leap, catching him with her infamous GINGER NINJA DEATH DROP!!! Kendrick’s head bounces and he rolls onto his back, where Molly slides over him, sitting on his chest and wrapping her arms around one of his legs for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): MOLLY HATCHET
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PROMO — EARLIER IN THE NIGHT
Jack Moreau is filmed in black and white against a dark background. He’s wearing a double rider leather jacket over a t-shirt with a guillotine down the middle next to the words WISH YOU WERE HERE.
JACK
Three seconds. That’s how much longer I needed to last when Ignis was wrenching on my arm and hyperextending my elbow. Three seconds of agony as the ligaments and tendons stretched and tore. Three seconds, and I’d still be standing here as champion.
He looks off to the side briefly before his eyes snap back to the camera.
JACK
I didn’t know how long was left when I tapped to save my arm. Had I seen the clock, I would have let her break my arm. Don't get me wrong, Ignis won fair and square but if there was ever a reason to run back a title match, that was it. So why didn’t I go find Brad Jackson or Larry Gowan or whoever else is running the show these days and make them give me what I deserved? Because I knew then as I know now eventually opportunity will come back to me and the gold will once more sit around this waist.
He walks toward the camera, until he fills the frame from neck up.
JACK
I’m Jack fuckin Moreau. I don’t beg for title shots. I don’t worm my way into “pick your title shot” matches. I earn my opportunities by going out to that ring and painting it with sweat and blood. That’s my canvas and my art is violence. So let the Tolsons and Hawkins of the company get their chances at glory. I’m okay. I’m patient, for now. Do you know why? Because I’ve got a bone to gnaw on. I have a goal, and while it isn’t quite as important to me as winning back my title, it’s pretty damn close.
His head tilts back and he stares down his nose into the camera.
JACK
The One Percent is a cancer on this entire industry and I’m the fucking radiation burn that’s going to destroy it down to the last cell. I already started and the cracks are showing in the foundation of your little circle jerk house of would-be socialites and elitists. Tonight I go for the king douchebag himself, Chris Mosh. The Very Impotent Person. The man who thinks the number of zeroes in your checking account defines you. The only thing that defines you, Mosh, is how you’ve failed to protect Morgan and Nevada from me. You don’t care about either of them. Shit, I doubt you give a damn about Vilaro either. After tonight, everyone will see you for exactly what you are. A parasite, a coward and a loser. See you soon.
He makes a gun with his hand and points the finger barrel at the camera and cracks a smile before walking out of frame.
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CUT TO:
PROMO — BACKSTAGE
We return from an ad break to find the current Silver State Champion, HAYLEY FIEN, with the championship around her waist. She’s standing outside of the locker room. It appears she has a pissed off look on her face.
HAYLEY FIEN
Back a couple of weeks ago, when I defeated my friend, Griffin Hawkins for the Silver State Championship, I made a promise to myself that I would be the best fighting champion out there and give the fight to anyone that wants a shot at MY CHAMPIONSHIP.
She looks down at the belt.
HAYLEY FIEN
However, it seems to me like my status as champion is being questioned by the challenger Cliff Morgan and him going around saying he has the talents and everything under the sun while that bitch, Marsiol Vilaro is going around thinking her BRAND is the best thing around?
She eyes the camera.
HAYLEY FIEN
The ONLY thing I see in Cliff Morgan is a coward that’s hiding behind a woman doing his dirty work for him!
Hayley smirks.
HAYLEY FIEN
You see Cliff, I know you’re scared. I know you’re scared of the fact that once you step in the ring with me, you have to rely on Marisol. I’ve been in the ring with PLENTY of men before, but they knew to take me seriously and didn’t have to rely on dirty tactics. I saw what you did a couple of weeks ago in your match against Gaston Gillet, and I have to say that I was NOT impressed! That doesn’t make you a contender, beating the record holder for longest championship reign with this title. Not the way you did it.
She eyes the camera as though she’s looking right through it and into his eyes.
HAYLEY FIEN
Cliff Morgan, you don’t DESERVE to be Silver State Champion! Unlike you, I EARNED this championship where I had to scratch and claw. The thought of you being champion sickens me and makes me want to VOMIT! Hell, even talking about what could happen is making me even sick by the minute!
Hayley thinks for a second.
HAYLEY FIEN
Oh! And Marisol, don’t think I forgot about YOU for a second! I know what you’re going to be doing and I know you’re going to be doing everything you can to allow your no balls of a man to win the championship. I have a trick up my sleeve myself and I’ve asked Larry for permission as well to bring this person out to the ring for my match to make it even.
Hayley steps to the side and goes to the door. She opens it as it’s none other than wrestling legend, and current 5BW commentator, Jamey Caresalle.
HAYLEY FIEN
What? You would think I would bring someone else out? Marisol, you may try breaking every rule in the playbook and MAKE sure Cliff wins the Silver State Championship, but Jamey knows every trick that you may pull. He’s been a part of plenty of mishaps in the past before.
Jamey smirks and looks at the camera.
JAMEY CARESALLE
And I should mention that I came up here to keep my eye on every move that Cliff does. Hayley worked her ass off to get where she belongs and whatever pathetic bribe about something being almost 50 bucks, you can spend it on a lot of tissues, wiping those tears away knowing that Hayley retained the championship.
HAYLEY FIEN
And Cliff, I am not ready to get rid of this championship. Bring the fight, BACK up everything you say that you have, give me your best shot. Though, at the end of the day, the Silver State Championship WILL still be around my waist!
Jamey and Hayley smirk at the cameras and walk away.
HAYLEY FIEN
Back a couple of weeks ago, when I defeated my friend, Griffin Hawkins for the Silver State Championship, I made a promise to myself that I would be the best fighting champion out there and give the fight to anyone that wants a shot at MY CHAMPIONSHIP.
She looks down at the belt.
HAYLEY FIEN
However, it seems to me like my status as champion is being questioned by the challenger Cliff Morgan and him going around saying he has the talents and everything under the sun while that bitch, Marsiol Vilaro is going around thinking her BRAND is the best thing around?
She eyes the camera.
HAYLEY FIEN
The ONLY thing I see in Cliff Morgan is a coward that’s hiding behind a woman doing his dirty work for him!
Hayley smirks.
HAYLEY FIEN
You see Cliff, I know you’re scared. I know you’re scared of the fact that once you step in the ring with me, you have to rely on Marisol. I’ve been in the ring with PLENTY of men before, but they knew to take me seriously and didn’t have to rely on dirty tactics. I saw what you did a couple of weeks ago in your match against Gaston Gillet, and I have to say that I was NOT impressed! That doesn’t make you a contender, beating the record holder for longest championship reign with this title. Not the way you did it.
She eyes the camera as though she’s looking right through it and into his eyes.
HAYLEY FIEN
Cliff Morgan, you don’t DESERVE to be Silver State Champion! Unlike you, I EARNED this championship where I had to scratch and claw. The thought of you being champion sickens me and makes me want to VOMIT! Hell, even talking about what could happen is making me even sick by the minute!
Hayley thinks for a second.
HAYLEY FIEN
Oh! And Marisol, don’t think I forgot about YOU for a second! I know what you’re going to be doing and I know you’re going to be doing everything you can to allow your no balls of a man to win the championship. I have a trick up my sleeve myself and I’ve asked Larry for permission as well to bring this person out to the ring for my match to make it even.
Hayley steps to the side and goes to the door. She opens it as it’s none other than wrestling legend, and current 5BW commentator, Jamey Caresalle.
HAYLEY FIEN
What? You would think I would bring someone else out? Marisol, you may try breaking every rule in the playbook and MAKE sure Cliff wins the Silver State Championship, but Jamey knows every trick that you may pull. He’s been a part of plenty of mishaps in the past before.
Jamey smirks and looks at the camera.
JAMEY CARESALLE
And I should mention that I came up here to keep my eye on every move that Cliff does. Hayley worked her ass off to get where she belongs and whatever pathetic bribe about something being almost 50 bucks, you can spend it on a lot of tissues, wiping those tears away knowing that Hayley retained the championship.
HAYLEY FIEN
And Cliff, I am not ready to get rid of this championship. Bring the fight, BACK up everything you say that you have, give me your best shot. Though, at the end of the day, the Silver State Championship WILL still be around my waist!
Jamey and Hayley smirk at the cameras and walk away.
CUT TO:
INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
NO DQ "HANDLE YOUR SHIT" GRUDGE MATCH
CHRIS MOSH vs JACK MOREAU
Referee Neil Rana looks back and forth between Jack Moreau and Chris Mosh. Their faces are chiseled from animosity and disrespect, which isn’t surprising given their history, not just during 5BW’s Steinbrenner Cup, but in recent weeks where Jack vowed to destroy the VIP’s faction the One Percent. Mosh, having won their last engagement, making their record 1-1, is confident in his ability to handle the former UPRISING champion once again. Outside the ring of course is Marisol Vilaro, who’s giving Mosh some last second encouragement as the referee signals the bell. The two wrestlers eyeball one another as the crowd firmly gets behind The Bastard Moreau. The former UPRISING champion looks around briefly before turning his eyes back on Mosh. He then steps forward to the middle of the ring and holds out his hand.
Mosh looks out into the crowd and then back to Vilaro, who shakes her head and waves her hands no. The VIP, never one to back down, brushes off his shoulder and smirks.
MOSH
Okay. You wanna shake my hand? Okay.
Mosh meets Jack in the middle, takes his hand, and gives a firm shake. The crowd seems a little confused until Mosh tries to pull his hand away. He looks down, then back up into the other man’s eyes which have darkened. Then, out of nowhere, Jack headbutts Mosh right in the face. Mosh goes stumbling backward into the ropes. Despite it being a No DQ match, Rana tries scolding Jack but the Bastard is already gone, running straight at the VIP and clotheslining him over the top rope. Both men flip end over end and land on the outside, with Mosh ending up on his back with Jack standing over him.
Vilaro, not more than a few feet away, is clearly concerned when Mosh looks up with a busted nose and blood draining down his mouth and chin. Jack grabs him by the hair, yanks him up to his feet, then turns and throws him shoulder first into the corner steps. The steel thuds and the top section becomes dislodged from the impact. Mosh rolls away holding his arm. Referee Rana is sticking his head out through the ropes and ordering Jack to get back into the ring! Clearly Rana is still getting paid by the One Percent which is bad luck for Jack that he drew this match. The Bastard raises a middle finger as he walks past on his way to grab Mosh off the floor.
Jack spins around and throws Mosh into the barricade. The fans around the VIP cheer for his pain and yell obscenities at him as Jack stands and waves his arms, pumping up the rest of the eight thousand fans in attendance at the Coca-Cola Coliseum. Mosh has pulled himself up to his feet and, for the first time, realizes his nose is gushing blood. He touches his mouth and looks at the red on his fingers. Rage comes over him as he straightens up.
MOSH
NO ONE MESSES WITH THE FACE!
Jack turns around just as the VIP rushes him, cinches his knees, and drives him backward with a double leg takedown. Mosh gets on top of the Bastard and starts throwing down punches. Jack scrambles as more than a few connect. Mosh lands a hard right that dazes the former UPRISING champion. He looks up like a wild man and screams. Vilaro is at his back, urging him to get Jack back into the ring. The VIP stands, grabs Jack by the neck and gets him up onto the apron before rolling him in. Mosh then climbs up before kicking through the ropes and stepping into the ring. He then walks over to Jack and stomps on him a half a dozen times before holding his arms up, stoking the hatred of the fans.
MOSH
Is this the best he’s got?!
The VIP then bends down to pick Jack up by the back of the head. The former UPRISING champion looks wobbly on his legs. That punch must have really hurt him! Mosh holds him until his knees steady before turning to run for the ropes. After bouncing off the cable, he charges ahead for a lariat. BUT JACK DUCKS! Mosh stumbles forward then spins around to see Jack with a big ol’ grin on his face. He was faking it! He kicks the VIP in the gut, grabs his neck and hooks a leg, then hoists him into the air before falling backward. BAD OMEN (Nothern Lights Bomb)!!! Jack goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!!
THR…KICK OUT!!!
TWO!!
THR…KICK OUT!!!
After an obviously slow count by Rana, Jack shoots him a glare before yanking Mosh up to his feet by the hair. He then turns to whip the VIP into the nearest turnbuckle before running in after him. He jumps into the air, turns, and slams his back into Mosh, crushing him into the thinly padded bolts. Jack hurries across the ring before turning to square up his opponent. He then sprints back across, jumps, turns and… GOES BACK FIRST INTO THE CORNER! Mosh dropped down at the last possible second and rolled out of the ring!
The momentum sends Jack flying to the center of the squared circle where he flops forward like a dead fish on the mat. On the outside, Vilaro has a portable “hand massager” that she’s working up and down Mosh’s back while they discuss strategy. Back in the ring, Jack has rolled over. Rana is asking him if he gives up. The Bastard sits up before turning over onto his knees and standing. He grabs Rana by the collar and shoves him away. Mosh sees Jack is up. He grabs the massager from Vilaro and tucks it behind his back as he one-arm pulls himself up onto the apron. Jack stomps over to the ropes, but before he can get his hands on the VIP smashes that hand massager gets smashed against his forehead. Bits of plastic go flying as Jack goes stumbling into the heart of the ring. Mosh drops what’s left of the massager to the floor outside before entering the ring.
Jack crosses the ring to the opposite ropes and leans on them. A piece of plastic is sticking out of his skin. He reaches up to feel it before ripping it out. The wound immediately begins spilling thick, dark blood down his face.
Mosh throws a forearm across Jack’s upper back, causing him to yell out. The VIP then grabs him around the waist and lifts him into the air before driving him neck-first into the mat with a German Suplex! But Mosh holds on! He rolls the Bastard over and pulls him back up to his feet. Another German! Again Mosh keeps the waist locked and rolls the other man over before standing him up, though much slower this time. He picks Jack up once last time and nails the third suplex, this time releasing, causing Jack to land on his neck then flip over onto his stomach!
Mosh pushes Jack over and hooks a leg!
ONE!
TWO!!
THR…KICK OUT!!!
TWO!!
THR…KICK OUT!!!
At the last second of what seemed like a fast count from Rana, Jack gets a shoulder up. Mosh sits up and shoves Rana.
MOSH
What am I paying you for?!
Rana apologizes as the VIP stands. He grabs Jack by the leg and drags him over to a corner, leaving him lying perpendicular to the turnbuckles. Mosh grabs the top ropes and springs up onto the middle ropes before climbing to the top and carefully turning around to face Jack. He then raises to stand tall with his hands stretched out. Flashes pop all around the coliseum! Mosh tucks his arms behind his back and jumps, flipping forward, for a 450 splash!
He lands it! The impact of landing right on Jack’s chest sends him a foot back into the air and off to the side. The VIP holds his ribs as he rolls back over the former UPRISING champion!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE… NO! KICK OUT!!!
TWO!!
THREE… NO! KICK OUT!!!
An even faster count now nearly sealed the victory for Mosh. Rana’s hand even hit the mat this time, but it was clear Jack just barely beat it. Rana could have lied and called it anyway. Maybe there’s some honor left in him, or maybe he just doesn’t want to get fired. Either way, the VIP is pissed off. He gets up, shoves Rana to the mat and points a finger at him.
MOSH
Next time you count three and end it.
Rana nods. Mosh then turns back around and bends down to pick Jack up. Once he’s on his feet, the VIP shoves him backward into the corner, grabs the top rope, and starts kicking him in the midsection. Jack is unrecognizable under the curtain of blood that’s blocked out his face. Mosh sends a fifth kick into the man’s midsection before grabbing him with a front face lock. He hooks the arm, walks back a step, then lifts him up for a suplex. But instead of dropping backwards he let’s Jack fall forward and sits him up onto the top turnbuckle.
Mosh throws a punch right across Jack’s jaw, whipping his head to the side and sending a ribbon of blood flying through the air. The VIP then ascends the first turnbuckle, and the second. He grabs Jack around the neck again and throws his arm back over his neck! Mosh puts a foot on the top turnbuckle and pushes up, forcing Jack to stand with him atop the ropes! Is he going for it?! He is! Mosh grabs Jack’s inside leg, hooking it for a fisherman’s suplex!
SUPER MOSHPLEX!
Jack flips over Mosh and BOTH MEN CRASHES ONTO THE MAT! Mosh can’t even hold on for the bridge as the impact sends them both into the air before they land flat and near dead on the canvas! Jack is face up, while Mosh is on his stomach with the side of his bloody face on the mat. The crowd is on their feet and in complete shock! Rana has his hands on his head as he stares down at both wrestlers. On the outside, Vilaro has her hands cupped over her mouth as she looks on with concern!
Neither man is moving as seconds pass, and then a minute. Vilaro finally has enough of it. She climbs onto the apron and starts yelling instructions at Rana while pointing at the two men in the middle of the ring. Whatever it is he seems reluctant to do, but eventually relents. He walks over, grabs one of Mosh’s arms, and drapes it across Jack’s chest. Boos fill the coliseum as the ref drops down to count.
ONE!
TWO!!
THR…NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
TWO!!
THR…NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
No fast count here! Somehow, someway, Jack gets a shoulder up before Rana’s steadier hand lands on three. The building ERUPTS in cheers for the former UPRISING Champion as he rolls away now onto his side, showing the first signs of life after that devastating move!
Mosh starts to push himself up to his feet. As he straightens up, he holds the small of his back and winces. Rana comes over to check on him but the VIP shoves him backward before turning to confer with Vilaro. As the two talk with the ropes between them, Mosh’s face turns to anger. He looks over at Rana, who immediately shrinks, waves his hands and pleads his case.
Mosh walks up to the ref. His scowl softens and he reaches out to pat Rana on the shoulder. He mouths the words It’s okay before turning to walk away…but then he stops, turns, and sends a superkick right into Neil Rana’s jaw! The referee crumples like an accordion and rolls out onto the apron.
Mosh says something to Vilaro, prompting her to drop down to the outside and go looking under the ring. Meanwhile the VIP walks over to Jack to pick him up, but the Bastard doesn’t have the strength to stand on his own. Eventually Mosh gets him to his feet and pushes him back into the ropes. Blood from Jack’s head wound has smeared its way all the way down his neck and chest. Between the two of them, the ring cavas looks like a murder scene.
Mosh sizes Jack up before sending a knife edge chop slicing across his chest, drawing a groan from the crowd. Meanwhile, as he goes for a second, Vilaro is caught by a steadicam pulling a chair out from under the ring. She tosses it over the top rope before rolling in after it. In the background she lays the chair in the middle of the ring while Mosh lands a third chop.
Jack stumbles forward, past Mosh, with his shaking hands held up. He throws a few molasses-slow punches at the air. He’s completely out of it! Mosh and Vilaro both laugh at the sight.
VILARO
He’s done! Finish it!
Mosh drags Jack over to the chair then moves behind him and bends forward while hooking both of the Bastard’s arms. He’s going for the Mosh Pit (Vertebreaker) onto the chair!!! After all the pain, after all the blood loss, can he get the bigger man up into the air! He does! He lifts Jack up until he’s vertical in the air! MOSH PIT!
NO!!!! Jack fights free and lands backward onto his feet! Mosh let’s go and spins around in time to eat several haymakers!!! He’s rocking from each one as Jack throws those wild punches right into the VIP’s jaw! Jack pauses, wipes his hand across his own face, then SLAPS Mosh so hard he turns like a top and nearly trips over his own ankles!
The crowd is on fire as Jack runs back to the ropes before shooting like a bullet back to the center of the ring to nail Mosh with the crooked arm lariat… THE VIP DUCKS! Jack runs right past him and FLATTENS Marisol Vilaro with that 2x4 of an arm! She flips backward before landing unconscious on the mat! The crowd ohhhhh’s at the impact! Jack stands over her before looking out at the crowd and shrugs his shoulders with a smile.
JACK
Whoops.
Mosh runs up behind Jack and grabs him for a belly to back suplex but between the sweat and blood he loses grip midway through the execution! Jack flips over and lands on his feet! Mosh turns and eats a fist to the mouth! The two men start to scuffle as Vilaro slowly rolls her way out of the ring before falling to the floor.
Jack quickly gets the upper hand and slashes the back of his hand across Mosh’s chest, turning it deep red. He then grabs the VIP by the neck and leads him over to the corner to smash his face into the top turnbuckle repeatedly. The crowd counts them to ten before Jack relents. Mosh is uneasy as Jack grabs him from behind, lifts and sits him down on the top turnbuckle. He then yanks the VIP back by the hair until he ends up hanging upside down in the tree of woe! Jack thumbs his blood-caked nose before walking to pick the chair up from the middle of the ring.
He swings it around in the air before wedging it between the middle and bottom ropes, right across Mosh’s stomach and chest. He then back paddles across the ring to the opposite corner where he waves the crowd on before charging back across and delivering a stiff dropkick into the chair, smashing it into the VIP’s ribcage!!!
Jack pulls the chair out and tosses it aside before unhooking the VIP’s legs, allowing him to slip down to the mat. The Bastard then walks over to where Rana is still KO’d on the entrance-side apron. He pulls at his shirt, trying to wake him to no avail. With the ref still out of it, Jack walks back over to Mosh and drags him out of the corner toward the middle of the ring. There he plants one foot on the man’s chest and holds his hand up. The crowd counts to three without the VIP ever making a move! Jack cups his ear to listen to the fans cheer for the unofficial pinfall.
The Bastard then bends down, grabs a fistful of the VIP’s hair and pulls him up to his feet. Mosh has something! He’s pulling a foreign object from the waist of his trunks! IT’S PEPPER SPRAY! Red mist bursts into the air, right into Jack’s face! He goes tripping backward over his ankles before hitting the mat and rolling around while trying to wipe the mace-infused blood from his eyes!
Mosh tosses the keychain Mace out of the ring before heading over to the entrance side of the ring. He starts waving his hand at the aisle before bending down to reach for Rana under the bottom rope. He pulls the ref in and starts shaking the man violently.
MOSH
GET UP! I’m not paying you to sleep on the job!
Meanwhile up the ramp, Reno Nevada walks out in street clothes to the disgust of the fans. He jogs down the ramp before turning to round the steel post where Vilaro is laying on the floor. He bends down to check on her.
In the ring, Jack is coughing and hacking from the spray and Rana has started to come around. Mosh gets up and walks over to the ropes and orders Reno to stop worrying about Vilaro and gets his ass in the ring to help end Jack Moreau. The two men start arguing, and after several seconds, Reno finally tells Mosh off.
RENO
Go fuck yaself!
MOSH
HOW DARE YOU! Get in this ring right now!
Reno picks Vilaro up and carries her around the ring and up the ramp toward the back for medical attention. Mosh has lost it in the ring. He’s screaming at the Boston-native to bring his ass back down to the ring. Jack is leaning against the ropes with one hand while the other continues to rub uselessly at his eyes which he can barely keep open to look around. Mosh finally gives up on yelling at Reno after he disappears into the back with Vilaro. He turns around and sees Jack still half-blind from that Mace. He gives that douche-bag smile of his to the crowd before miming being blind to mock the other man before strutting across the ring to finish off the Bastard.
Rana is on his feet, though still a little out of it, as Mosh grabs Jack by the head and pulls him up to his feet. He sends a hard forearm into Jack’s jaw then leads him away from the ropes. Jack wheels around and throws a wild punch. Nothing but air, as the VIP easily avoids the shot in the dark. The VIP motions with his hand, signaling for the Mosh Pit (Vertebreaker)! Will he hit it this time?!
Mosh hooks one arm with Jack’s then ducks under to hook the other… but JACK RESISTS! He spins around! Both men try to chain in counters but JACK GETS THE UPPER HAND! He doesn’t need to see to get Mosh up into the air, laying him face up across his shoulders! The coliseum is rocking as the Bastard throws Mosh feet first into the air and then NAILS him with a knee strike as he falls down to the canvas! SEEK & DESTROY (Go To Hospital)!!!!
Mosh lands hard on the canvas and doesn’t move! Jack falls to the mat, shoves the VIP onto his back and hooks a leg for the pin! Neil Rana looks down then up and out to the crowd. He drops down and starts to count, drawing an immediate pop from the crowd!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): JACK MOREAU
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CUT TO:
PROMO — BACKSTAGE
We head backstage where we see THE BELONGING standing by. Hayley Dark, the den mother of sorts, is front and center, with Doorstop to her right and Arabella to her left. Arabella has possession of Summer Page’s Trios Championship belt over her shoulder.
HAYLEY DARK
So here we are. Canadian Chaos, The Belonging vs. The Socialites, Round II. You see, I realized early in this little war that the Socialites enjoy a good powerplay. They like to prove how good, and how great, and how special they are. Let’s just say, on the past Revolution, we threw a little spanner in that plan. I don’t deny that the Page sisters are very good wrestlers. They are, for sure. But they’re also a bunch of egomaniacs. Which means that it is very, VERY easy to mess with their shit, and get under their skin. Because if you pride yourself on being perfect, and everything going perfectly, it only takes a LITTLE bit of chaos to mess that shit right up. Which is why my good friend Arabella has this lovely little championship belt over her shoulder here.
Arabella grins.
ARABELLA BLACKHEART
Yeah... I mean, I could just hand this back, but... it would only be temporary anyway, so what is even the point? Besides, the quote unquote “one percent” demand so much from the regular people in taxes, favours etc... it is about time they were made to wait. To beg, maybe? We are the faction of the people, those who do not have a silver spoon in their mouth and up their ass. You want this belt back? COME AND TAKE IT.
DOORSTOP
Oh they will try, but frankly, this one belt means little without the other two, right? And when we face those privileged bitches, we have the chance to complete the set. I mean, if the socialites weren’t all talk and no trousers, as Hay-Hay would say, they’d have come after us. Tried to take the belt back. Gone outside of official channels, ya know, like WE DID? But the simple truth is, they don’t have the stones. They don’t have the desire. They just want to coast, to be the best without earning or working for a damn thing. I mean, it’s been three weeks, and Bells is still holding Summer’s title. It’s just lazy, really.
ARABELLA BLACKHEART
Hey, the title’s at least grateful. I’m way prettier than Summer, mainly because I’m not caked in six layers of foundation. There’s actual buildings with less foundation work than her.
Hayley chuckles.
HAYLEY DARK
The Socialites may be used to having things their own way. But when you face insurgency, when you face those who live outside the norms and traditions of society... the “standard way” becomes obsolete. You may think you’re superior, that you are the “one percent”, but here’s the slight snaggle with that... we don’t really GIVE A FUCK. If anything, that makes you a TARGET to us. Because we fight for fair play, for an even playing field, and we stamp out privilege and favouritism wherever we find it. To us, you aren’t "great", you are simply "greatly irritating". A bug that needs to be squashed. You may think you’re the predators, but you are prey. Entitled sheep waiting to be mauled and eaten by wolves. So bleat on about how great you are. You’re only pulling the wool over your own eyes. Because we are the Belonging... and after tonight, ALL of those Trios Championship belts will be BELONGING to us.
DOORSTOP
OH SNAP!
The three smirk as we head back to ringside.
SILVER STATE CHAMPIONSHIP
HAYLEY FIEN (c) vs CLIFF MORGAN
As the bell rings, Hayley and Cliff dive right into a tie up, pushing back and forth until Cliff pulls Hayley down into a side headlock. She fights against the hold before finally pushing him off into the ropes and looking for a shoulder block as Cliff rebounds back. He has the wherewithal to duck underneath it and then hits the ropes again, only to find himself on the mat thanks to an arm drag. Cliff scrambles up to his feet and sidesteps an attempted dropkick from Hayley before dropping an elbow on his downed opponent. Hayley tries to get up, but Cliff takes her by the wrist and throws her into the ropes, hitting her with an elbow on her return that gets a heated chorus of boos going from the crowd and applause from Marisol at ringside.
Cliff pulls Hayley up again and hits her with a hard uppercut before throwing her into the corner and driving his shoulder into her midsection over and over until the referee's warning count reaches four. Cliff hits her with another uppercut before pulling her out of the corner and taking her over with a stalling suplex. Cliff drops down and rolls her over.
ONE!
Hayley kicks out with authority and the crowd goes wild. Looking frustrated, Cliff rolls over and makes eye contact with Jamey who's inching closer to Marisol. Hayley rolls over to stop another pin attempt and Cliff is quick to lock her into an STF, making the Silver State Champion cry out as she reaches for the bottom rope. The referee checks for a sign of a submission, but Hayley denies it and edges herself towards the ropes before she finally manages to get hold of them – ROPE BREAK AND A RESET TO A HUGE CROWD POP!
Hayley pulls herself up on the ropes. Cliff stares down Brad Kane and then charges to attack again only to have Hayley stop him in his tracks with an elbow to the jaw before she catches him with a bicycle kick to the same spot! Cliff goes down like a sack of potatoes, much to Brad Kane's amusement and the crowd's enjoyment. Hayley hits him with a standing moonsault before she hooks the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
TH— NO! Somehow, Cliff manages to kick out at the last…possible…second!
Rolling aside, Hayley waits for him to almost reach his feet then runs at the ropes and almost takes Cliff’s head off with a handspring enzuigiri! She drops a knee into his back, forcing him to instinctively roll over before she cranks his neck back with a crossface only to have Cliff flail and catch the rope for a break. Backing off, Hayley nods at the cheering crowd and then beckons for Cliff to attack again. He obliges, running at her with a telegraphed lariat. Hayley sidesteps, trips him up and rolls him seamlessly into a cross heel hook! Cliff looks like he's going to tap and the crowd are holding their breath, waiting for the moment that never comes. Instead, Cliff grabs Hayley's ankle and twists it savagely, getting a scream in return. She breaks the hold and scrabbles away from him, staggering up to her feet. It's clear that he's managed to do a little damage to her as she takes a few shaky steps backwards.
The two collide again and Hayley goes to throw him into the ropes, but Cliff reverses it and sends Hayley packing before dropping her with a scoop powerslam! She sits up, grabbing hold of her back in misery, but she barely has time to respond before Cliff locks her into a figure four neck lock— no! Hayley fights against the hold and tries to wriggle her way towards the bottom rope, dragging Cliff with her until she finally manages to hook a foot on the bottom rope! Big J calls for the break and Cliff obliges, backing away until Hayley makes it to her feet. Charging to attack, Hayley ducks down and lifts Cliff over the top rope, sending him sailing to the floor below! He lands in a heap in front of Jamey Caresalle, who points and laughs at him. Marisol isn't too pleased, and she limps over to read him the riot act for "distracting her client". The ref begins to count as Fien takes a second, waiting for Cliff to get to his feet before she throws herself over the top rope with a corkscrew plancha— crash and burn! Cliff moves at the last possible second and Hayley is in a world of hurt on the floor. Cliff grabs her by the head and tosses her back into the ring. Cliff poses on the apron, talking trash to Caresalle— HUGE MISTAKE. Hayley jumps on his back, hooks his head and flips him over the ropes to crash on the canvas. She backs off, waiting for him to get up to his knees and then she launches with the Angel Destroyer (back springboard handspring into a cutter)! She rolls over and hooks the leg.
ONE!
TW— NO!
Cliff kicks out and they reset all over again! Cliff throws her into the ropes off a prolonged grapple, looking for a clothesline that she ducks underneath, hitting the ropes again to come back and take Cliff down with a wheelbarrow DDT! Cliff tries to get to his feet, but Hayley hits him with a forearm then locks him into an octopus stretch. She pulls back on the hold as much as she can, but Cliff is quick to combat by dropping backwards, dropping all his weight on top of Hayley! Cliff hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO
THR— NO!
The crowd goes insane. Cliff can't believe it and neither can Marisol as she hops up on the apron, admonishing the referee for a slow count only to be hauled bodily off by Caresalle, much to the crowd's approval. Cliff pulls Hayley up to her feet and throws her into the corner once more before charging to attack, but Hayley leaps up and collides with a Chick Kick to the face! Cliff staggers back, dazed. She fires in with a few more strikes before getting him doubled over, gasping for air as the crowd goes berserk. Ocean Waves (Air Raid Crash) and she hooks the leg deep as the crowd shoots to their feet, cheering wildly.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL) AND STILL SILVER STATE CHAMPION: HAYLEY FIEN
HAYLEY DARK
So here we are. Canadian Chaos, The Belonging vs. The Socialites, Round II. You see, I realized early in this little war that the Socialites enjoy a good powerplay. They like to prove how good, and how great, and how special they are. Let’s just say, on the past Revolution, we threw a little spanner in that plan. I don’t deny that the Page sisters are very good wrestlers. They are, for sure. But they’re also a bunch of egomaniacs. Which means that it is very, VERY easy to mess with their shit, and get under their skin. Because if you pride yourself on being perfect, and everything going perfectly, it only takes a LITTLE bit of chaos to mess that shit right up. Which is why my good friend Arabella has this lovely little championship belt over her shoulder here.
Arabella grins.
ARABELLA BLACKHEART
Yeah... I mean, I could just hand this back, but... it would only be temporary anyway, so what is even the point? Besides, the quote unquote “one percent” demand so much from the regular people in taxes, favours etc... it is about time they were made to wait. To beg, maybe? We are the faction of the people, those who do not have a silver spoon in their mouth and up their ass. You want this belt back? COME AND TAKE IT.
DOORSTOP
Oh they will try, but frankly, this one belt means little without the other two, right? And when we face those privileged bitches, we have the chance to complete the set. I mean, if the socialites weren’t all talk and no trousers, as Hay-Hay would say, they’d have come after us. Tried to take the belt back. Gone outside of official channels, ya know, like WE DID? But the simple truth is, they don’t have the stones. They don’t have the desire. They just want to coast, to be the best without earning or working for a damn thing. I mean, it’s been three weeks, and Bells is still holding Summer’s title. It’s just lazy, really.
ARABELLA BLACKHEART
Hey, the title’s at least grateful. I’m way prettier than Summer, mainly because I’m not caked in six layers of foundation. There’s actual buildings with less foundation work than her.
Hayley chuckles.
HAYLEY DARK
The Socialites may be used to having things their own way. But when you face insurgency, when you face those who live outside the norms and traditions of society... the “standard way” becomes obsolete. You may think you’re superior, that you are the “one percent”, but here’s the slight snaggle with that... we don’t really GIVE A FUCK. If anything, that makes you a TARGET to us. Because we fight for fair play, for an even playing field, and we stamp out privilege and favouritism wherever we find it. To us, you aren’t "great", you are simply "greatly irritating". A bug that needs to be squashed. You may think you’re the predators, but you are prey. Entitled sheep waiting to be mauled and eaten by wolves. So bleat on about how great you are. You’re only pulling the wool over your own eyes. Because we are the Belonging... and after tonight, ALL of those Trios Championship belts will be BELONGING to us.
DOORSTOP
OH SNAP!
The three smirk as we head back to ringside.
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INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
SILVER STATE CHAMPIONSHIP
HAYLEY FIEN (c) vs CLIFF MORGAN
As the bell rings, Hayley and Cliff dive right into a tie up, pushing back and forth until Cliff pulls Hayley down into a side headlock. She fights against the hold before finally pushing him off into the ropes and looking for a shoulder block as Cliff rebounds back. He has the wherewithal to duck underneath it and then hits the ropes again, only to find himself on the mat thanks to an arm drag. Cliff scrambles up to his feet and sidesteps an attempted dropkick from Hayley before dropping an elbow on his downed opponent. Hayley tries to get up, but Cliff takes her by the wrist and throws her into the ropes, hitting her with an elbow on her return that gets a heated chorus of boos going from the crowd and applause from Marisol at ringside.
Cliff pulls Hayley up again and hits her with a hard uppercut before throwing her into the corner and driving his shoulder into her midsection over and over until the referee's warning count reaches four. Cliff hits her with another uppercut before pulling her out of the corner and taking her over with a stalling suplex. Cliff drops down and rolls her over.
ONE!
Hayley kicks out with authority and the crowd goes wild. Looking frustrated, Cliff rolls over and makes eye contact with Jamey who's inching closer to Marisol. Hayley rolls over to stop another pin attempt and Cliff is quick to lock her into an STF, making the Silver State Champion cry out as she reaches for the bottom rope. The referee checks for a sign of a submission, but Hayley denies it and edges herself towards the ropes before she finally manages to get hold of them – ROPE BREAK AND A RESET TO A HUGE CROWD POP!
Hayley pulls herself up on the ropes. Cliff stares down Brad Kane and then charges to attack again only to have Hayley stop him in his tracks with an elbow to the jaw before she catches him with a bicycle kick to the same spot! Cliff goes down like a sack of potatoes, much to Brad Kane's amusement and the crowd's enjoyment. Hayley hits him with a standing moonsault before she hooks the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
TH— NO! Somehow, Cliff manages to kick out at the last…possible…second!
Rolling aside, Hayley waits for him to almost reach his feet then runs at the ropes and almost takes Cliff’s head off with a handspring enzuigiri! She drops a knee into his back, forcing him to instinctively roll over before she cranks his neck back with a crossface only to have Cliff flail and catch the rope for a break. Backing off, Hayley nods at the cheering crowd and then beckons for Cliff to attack again. He obliges, running at her with a telegraphed lariat. Hayley sidesteps, trips him up and rolls him seamlessly into a cross heel hook! Cliff looks like he's going to tap and the crowd are holding their breath, waiting for the moment that never comes. Instead, Cliff grabs Hayley's ankle and twists it savagely, getting a scream in return. She breaks the hold and scrabbles away from him, staggering up to her feet. It's clear that he's managed to do a little damage to her as she takes a few shaky steps backwards.
The two collide again and Hayley goes to throw him into the ropes, but Cliff reverses it and sends Hayley packing before dropping her with a scoop powerslam! She sits up, grabbing hold of her back in misery, but she barely has time to respond before Cliff locks her into a figure four neck lock— no! Hayley fights against the hold and tries to wriggle her way towards the bottom rope, dragging Cliff with her until she finally manages to hook a foot on the bottom rope! Big J calls for the break and Cliff obliges, backing away until Hayley makes it to her feet. Charging to attack, Hayley ducks down and lifts Cliff over the top rope, sending him sailing to the floor below! He lands in a heap in front of Jamey Caresalle, who points and laughs at him. Marisol isn't too pleased, and she limps over to read him the riot act for "distracting her client". The ref begins to count as Fien takes a second, waiting for Cliff to get to his feet before she throws herself over the top rope with a corkscrew plancha— crash and burn! Cliff moves at the last possible second and Hayley is in a world of hurt on the floor. Cliff grabs her by the head and tosses her back into the ring. Cliff poses on the apron, talking trash to Caresalle— HUGE MISTAKE. Hayley jumps on his back, hooks his head and flips him over the ropes to crash on the canvas. She backs off, waiting for him to get up to his knees and then she launches with the Angel Destroyer (back springboard handspring into a cutter)! She rolls over and hooks the leg.
ONE!
TW— NO!
Cliff kicks out and they reset all over again! Cliff throws her into the ropes off a prolonged grapple, looking for a clothesline that she ducks underneath, hitting the ropes again to come back and take Cliff down with a wheelbarrow DDT! Cliff tries to get to his feet, but Hayley hits him with a forearm then locks him into an octopus stretch. She pulls back on the hold as much as she can, but Cliff is quick to combat by dropping backwards, dropping all his weight on top of Hayley! Cliff hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO
THR— NO!
The crowd goes insane. Cliff can't believe it and neither can Marisol as she hops up on the apron, admonishing the referee for a slow count only to be hauled bodily off by Caresalle, much to the crowd's approval. Cliff pulls Hayley up to her feet and throws her into the corner once more before charging to attack, but Hayley leaps up and collides with a Chick Kick to the face! Cliff staggers back, dazed. She fires in with a few more strikes before getting him doubled over, gasping for air as the crowd goes berserk. Ocean Waves (Air Raid Crash) and she hooks the leg deep as the crowd shoots to their feet, cheering wildly.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL) AND STILL SILVER STATE CHAMPION: HAYLEY FIEN
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INT. BACKSTAGE — CONTINUOUS
Looking dapper as ever, General Manager LARRY GOWAN walks up to the Socialites locker room and knocks on the door. A smiling and laughing MARISOL VILARO opens the door, not even paying attention to who's on the other side. She's got a champagne flute that is filled with a Mimosa in her hand which she almost drops as she turns around. Marisol’s smile turns upside down into a frown at the sight of their visitor.
MARISOL VILARO
Ugh what do you want?
LARRY GOWAN
Given your propensity to shoot the messenger, I thought it best to deliver this information myself – straight from the horse's mouth, as it were. I am just here to inform you and your clients, Ms. Vilaro, that The Belonging passed their medical checks with flying colours. They are healthy and ready to compete tonight. Oh, and as far as Summer's title—
VANESSA PAGE
(storming to the door)
What the hell did you just say?!?!?!
Larry takes a deep breath, looking like he has a migraine looming behind that easy smile.
LARRY GOWAN
I am pretty sure you heard me. As I was just informing your manager, you will be competing this evening. As far as Summer's championship belt goes, it's here in the building. I have seen it and verified that it's undamaged. It will be returned at ringside prior to the match starting. Now, if there's nothing else you need from me, I've got other things to attend to. I suggest you get ready to defend those championships, hmm?
He turns to go, calling over his shoulder.
LARRY GOWAN
Good luck tonight, ladies. I'm pretty sure you’ll need it.
The door slams behind him and Larry walks away chuckling as furious shouting from inside the Socialites locker room is heard echoing down the hallway.
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MARISOL VILARO
Ugh what do you want?
LARRY GOWAN
Given your propensity to shoot the messenger, I thought it best to deliver this information myself – straight from the horse's mouth, as it were. I am just here to inform you and your clients, Ms. Vilaro, that The Belonging passed their medical checks with flying colours. They are healthy and ready to compete tonight. Oh, and as far as Summer's title—
VANESSA PAGE
(storming to the door)
What the hell did you just say?!?!?!
Larry takes a deep breath, looking like he has a migraine looming behind that easy smile.
LARRY GOWAN
I am pretty sure you heard me. As I was just informing your manager, you will be competing this evening. As far as Summer's championship belt goes, it's here in the building. I have seen it and verified that it's undamaged. It will be returned at ringside prior to the match starting. Now, if there's nothing else you need from me, I've got other things to attend to. I suggest you get ready to defend those championships, hmm?
He turns to go, calling over his shoulder.
LARRY GOWAN
Good luck tonight, ladies. I'm pretty sure you’ll need it.
The door slams behind him and Larry walks away chuckling as furious shouting from inside the Socialites locker room is heard echoing down the hallway.
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INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
EPIC RAP BATTLE
LIL JUICY vs MATT STONE
There's a golden microphone resting on top of a crimson velvet pillow, the central focus before the view pans out to show the judges panel assembled for this next EPIC rap battle: a very pregnant GRETCHEN DEVEREAUX, STEVE THE INTERN and the General Manager LARRY GOWAN. Reigning and defending champion LIL JUICY stands a few feet away from the Canadian superstar MATT STONE. Grinning, Juicy lifts the microphone to his lips.
LIL JUICY
Yo lookie here, I managed to get Matt Stone to appear!
You know, the guy who couldn't cut it so he straight up disappeared
You don't wanna battle me, Matt. I'll leave you runnin' 'way with tears
Make you think of me like I'm Krueger, seein' me in your nightmares
You rated me the highest in my last battle, that was pretty fly
I don't really wanna do this, cause you're a fuckin cool guy
But you knew what you signed up for when you stepped to me
So, you best be prepared
Cause when you step to Lil Juicy, ain't nobody gettin spared.
Hitchu with that c-c-c-c-combo breaker like we in Killer Instinct
Cause when you step to me, Matt Stone be goin' extinct
Cause you flyin' through a "Danger Zone" now
And you can call me Stinger, cause I'm the C.O.
Your ego's writin cheques your body can't cash
Once I'm done with you here, your career will be turnin' to ash
Now what I'm hearin' is that you're slow to adapt
But that just means that I gotta be quick to attack
You best believe that you're gonna lose this battle
Matter of fact, I can hear your death rattle
Which means that Lil Juicy's boutta end your life.
Stone rolls his eyes, looking over at the judges as though trying to gauge their reactions.
LIL JUICY
Now imma tell you straight up, I respect you like crazy
You been everywhere and done everything, you ain't lazy
But don't you think for a second imma take it easy here
Because I know I got you standin there, quaking in fear
Lil Juicy holds up his left hand, showing three Rap Battle Championship rings.
LIL JUICY
You messin' with the three time champ, count 'em
That's three, two, one.
He then counts down with the three fingers, ending with him flipping Matt the bird, getting a huge pop from the crowd.
LIL JUICY
You made a mistake taking the battle
You're pulling the trigger of your own gun.
So Matt, while our little tango might be finished, it's done.
I'm tellin you now, this shit was pretty fuckin fun
I 'ppreciate you for doin' this, puttin' yourself on blast
Cause we all knew, this shit was rigged from the start
So, homie, I think that you'll be better off, running off
Just go home, 'cause Matt?
Your ass just got S-T-Owned.
The crowd erupts as Juicy drops the mic, only for it to be deftly caught by referee Big J who's standing by. Gretchen is the first to lift up her score card, showing she's given the bars just spit a solid 9. Steve is next and he flips over his card to show off a perfect 10. Gowan takes a moment longer, almost as though he's deliberating before revealing he's given it a 9 as well – JUICY COMES OUT STRONG WITH A SCORE OF 28! Matt Stone takes a moment to check his hair in the reflection off Juicy's sunglasses before turning to wink at Gretchen. She blushes and the hometown crowd gives a little pop for Stone's antics before he steps to center stage with a microphone in hand.
MATT STONE
Now listen, I didn't wanna be the guy to tell you this
But your lines were weak and you sound like a bitch.
I stole your old open, but I actually gave it some bite,
You tried to be cute but you're straight worthless in a fight
Inside the ring or on the mic, I'll own ya little man,
In the ring I'm a wrestling legend, you're just a tomato can.
Yeah you're tall and lean, got them Scottie Pippen moves,
But just like in 94 without MJ I'll leave you singing the blues
I'm top tier, you're basement. I'm 20 ping and you're laggy,
I've got movie star looks, you're the child of Ringo and Shaggy.
Before you, Uprising was my home, you're merely renting a plot
Rapping could be my new gimmick, looks like you lost your spot.
The crowd oooh’s, getting a smirk from Stone.
MATT STONE
You claimed to be the G.O.A.T, but you look more like a llama,
Gettin' slaughtered on this floor, give the audience some trauma,
Cause I'll send these folks home sad, cryin' in their pajamas
When I display your corpse for the world like it's a fucking diorama.
And For the Last Time you're not a catch, mothers hide your daughters,
You've been thirsty your whole life, but no one drinks Juicy, just water.
I'm the Abominable Showman, tear through you like a Lycanthrope,
You say you're from my mom's bedroom but she don't own a microscope
That's a small dick joke there Juicy, I'll explain it cause you're slow,
I'm saying the odds of you scoring with a hot girl? Gretchen Dever-hell no.
The crowd pops at the sick burn and Gretchen turns several shades of red, hiding her face behind the score cards.
MATT STONE
I'm like Rodgers to your Cousins, I'm the Knights to your Wild,
Sending you back to Minnesota alone like a forgotten middle child.
You made a mistake coming here, Larry's gunna have no decision
Bewitching the judges which means Wanda's better without the Vision.
And you losing to Zoey? That wasn't a good look, there's my two pennies
Murdering fools on the mic is my true Collins, oh my God, I just killed Kenny
So, Steve get on your phone, tweet out you're sorry for the mix-up,
Cause Lil' Juicy here can't handle me, and certainly can't Shut Me Up!
The crowd goes absolutely nuts as Stone smirks, handing off the microphone to Big J. He holds out his arms to his sides, soaking in the cheering crowd while Juicy and The Vision look on, less than impressed. Steve and Larry seem deep in discussion for a moment before they settle back, and Gretchen shows off her score card – it's a perfect 10! Steve is next and he flips his card over to reveal he's given Stone a lousy 8. The crowd boos that decision but Steve doesn't rescind. Larry takes a moment, looking down at the golden microphone on the table in front of them before flipping over his card to reveal he's also given Stone a perfect 10! WE HAVE A TIE! BOTH HAVE BEEN SCORED A 28 OVERALL!
LARRY GOWAN
Well. This is unprecedented. We simply can't have a tie. Thankfully, I have someone on deck just in case something like this happened. Friends, please welcome our FOURTH JUDGE, EpicLLOYD!!
The crowd goes absolutely insane as one of the creators of EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY steps out onto the stage. He waits for the fanfare to die down and then approaches the table slowly, eyeing both competitors as though he's still mulling over their verses in his mind. He reaches out and picks up the golden microphone off its pillow.
EPICLLOYD
There's one clear winner in my books. That was straight fire, my man. Ontario might have the coldest winter on record, but you got the hottest bars I've ever heard spit.
He hands the microphone to Matt Stone as the crowd absolutely explodes in a wall of noise. It's a huge mixed reaction, torn between fan-favourite Juicy and the hometown boy Stone. The Abominable Showman holds the mic aloft and then turns, miming blowing smoke off it like it's the barrel of a gun.
WINNER (VIA JUDGE'S DECISION): MATT STONE
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STATIC
UNKNOWN
It all started in April of twenty-twenty-one. I had left Hollywood for other more fulfilling things to explore and occupy my time with. I remember in my young days, the glamor and the sparkle of the wild world of professional wrestling. It was audacious. It was larger than life, and sometimes nonsensical. But…it was always entertaining. Yeah, I could have re-signed with that producer for season two of The Bachelorette, but what would that get me? What would all the money do, if I wasn’t entirely happy or satisfied? What, another new car? Why…you can only drive one at a time after all.
His eyes open and the camera comes to life, revealing none other than the fastest rising star of Caligrapps since Britney Anders, the current reigning, defending, undisputed Academy Awards champion himself, Vance Isaac Parker. He sat alone in a private dressing room with an open pizza box on the table to his side. It had three slices missing, from the clear Anchovies, Alfredo, Olive, and Mushroom pizza that VIP probably didn’t have to worry about needing to share with anyone. He was already dressed to compete; double pinstripe track pants, sleeveless shirt that on the front reads "I beat Griffin Hawkins" and on the back had his initials inscribed wolfpac style.
VANCE ISAAC PARKER
I knew this wouldn’t be easy. I may have bought the best private instruction money could buy, but my trainer told me this was a hard business. My family said I was foolish to leave the easy Hollywood money to get paid to fall down more. But I didn’t listen. No, instead I went fresh from the academy to join an international tour in-progress. It was all I could talk about to anyone that would listen. I “made it”! Or so I thought. After seven months of go-nowhere direction, I asked for and was given my release and I set out to continue this journey. It didn’t take long to find a place…or two, willing to give me a fair shot. Well…
Vance motions to the right which the camera pans along to, revealing the protective plexiglass case that remained home to both the SRWHardcore "Purification" championship, and the featured content for tonight, the Academy Awards championship. Both highly polished and literally glistening under the light. The camera slowly comes back to VIP as he continues.
VANCE ISAAC PARKER
It’s surreal, to me, to be holding these two titles and simultaneously representing two companies as a champion scheduled to defend on every show, not even a full calendar year into my new career. There’s established veterans that don’t get this kind of opportunity. And if it ended here, debatably that may even be hall of fame worthy in and of itself. But it doesn’t end here. Because here I am at a third company’s show, representing my employer and defending the title everyone has been following for the past eighty-seven days as of this evening as I step forward to battle my fiercest rival of my career in Kelly Michaels. There’s so much talk about “forbidden doors”, how it’s taboo to feature another company’s star on your show, but wrestling has changed and it’s all about the buzz. Buzz that I’m honored to be a part of.
He pauses for emphasis.
VANCE ISAAC PARKER
I can’t say I’m thrilled about this Fight Pit contest, seemingly engineered by the freakin' silver medal of Caligrapps to give himself the best chance of achieving victory to do the one thing no one has been able to do on TV since I took my future into my own hands, but what are you gonna do? When the office hands you a once in a lifetime opportunity, you take it and fully immerse yourself in it. Even if that means you become surrounded by ten tons of steel with a roof, no ropes, no doors, and the only way out is to tapout, passout, or knockout the other person. Something I’ve made a legacy of doing the past three months inside of The Warehouse. So, if I have to do this one more time to finally finish you off, Kelly, on another company’s platform to boot? Then it sounds like tonight is just another day that ends with a Y.
Vance turns to grab another slice of the delicious anchovies concoction, the slimy-but-salty fishies swimming down his throat, while some of the ooey-gooey cheese practically drips off the slice, barely landing in the box. Whew, crisis averted, VIP almost had to share a dressing room where some of the furniture had pizza grease on it. Oh, the humanity.
VANCE ISAAC PARKER
Mmm. This is really good quality pizza. I wonder if Caligrapps can get their caterer’s number. Ahem. What more can I say. I may be humble enough to accept this opportunity because I know how rare these opportunities are for people to see, especially young performers like me. But rest assured Kelly Michaels, the Uprising locker room - many of whom I’ve shared a locker room with on multiple occasions - Uprising fans, and especially my California colleagues. What you’re getting is the same driven VIP that’s carried this Academy Awards championship for the better part of three months, and that isn’t going to change. The only thing that changes is this history we’re about to write.
He gestures with his hands as though spelling out the words on a marquee and they form on the screen in ominous and bold red.
Kelly Michaels.
Vance Isaac Parker.
Academy Awards Championship.
VANCE ISAAC PARKER
This is your final opportunity. I’ll see you out there…when I dream crush you for the final time.
VIP takes another big bite of his disgusting pizza as the camera shuts off.
AFFILIATE SHOWCASE MATCH (CWCG): ACADEMY CHAMPIONSHIP FIGHT PIT MATCH
VANCE ISAAC PARKER (c) vs KELLY MICHAELS
The match starts with VIP & Kelly Michaels on the platform above the Fight Pit. This is basically a scaffold match for the first few minutes. They both drop down into the pit after Kelly Michaels sends VIP flying off the platform via an arm trapped over head belly to belly suplex! The fans in Canada go absolutely wild for this spot. VIP looks to be in pain as KM finds a way to climb down. VIP eventually makes it to his feet and they takes turns working over each other's shoulder. VIP whips Michaels into the side of the cage. Michaels answers back with an exploder suplex, and then goes back to targeting an arm. Michaels places VIP’s hand against the side of the cage before landing a big boot to the hand. VIP shouts in pain and stumbles away.
VIP fights back, but Michaels applies a rear naked choke. VIP responds with a low blow to break the hold, and the fans roar with disapproval of this moment. The Champion quickly performs a standing hurricarana on Kelly Michaels and KM slams against the cage and slides down, smacking his head on the floor. VIP attempts to escape, looking for a door but the officials on the outside explain to him that that is not how you win. Eventually KM and VIP end up on top of the scaffold platforms again. Eventually, the battle makes its way down again, with KM stomping on VIP fingers as he's clinging to the scaffolding above the Pit.
VIP would hit KM with another low blow, in front of the ref and it's totally legal. VIP hits an Autocarrot Driver in the center of the ring and apparently when he was trying to do it, the ref was in his way and VIP makes sure to loudly complain about it. This little moment wastes time and when the ref was counting the potential TKO victory, Kelly Michaels is up by a count of 7. This angers VIP even more.
VIP goes for another Autocarrot Driver but KM prevents it and then plants VIP with a belly to belly suplex before locking him into the cattle mutilation! VIP fends off the pain as best he can. VIP squirms his way to freedom and after this moment, VIP is clearly going to the TKO victory as a part of his strategy. Both competitors take turns slamming each other into the cage a few times before finally taking the fight back into the ring. VIP has a standing headlock on KM but KM rolls forward and both competitors tumble and when its all over, Kelly Michaels has VIP in a Haas of Pain submission lock! VIP nearly taps but he finds freedom once again.
The fight takes it to the top of the platform once again and this time Kelly Michaels lands multiple vicious buzzsaw kicks to the head of VIP before allowing him to fall off the platform to the center of the ring. The ref counts to ten uninterrupted and awards the victory to Kelly Michaels via TKO!!
WINNER (VIA TKO) AND NEW CWCG ACADEMY CHAMPION: KELLY MICHAELS
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It all started in April of twenty-twenty-one. I had left Hollywood for other more fulfilling things to explore and occupy my time with. I remember in my young days, the glamor and the sparkle of the wild world of professional wrestling. It was audacious. It was larger than life, and sometimes nonsensical. But…it was always entertaining. Yeah, I could have re-signed with that producer for season two of The Bachelorette, but what would that get me? What would all the money do, if I wasn’t entirely happy or satisfied? What, another new car? Why…you can only drive one at a time after all.
His eyes open and the camera comes to life, revealing none other than the fastest rising star of Caligrapps since Britney Anders, the current reigning, defending, undisputed Academy Awards champion himself, Vance Isaac Parker. He sat alone in a private dressing room with an open pizza box on the table to his side. It had three slices missing, from the clear Anchovies, Alfredo, Olive, and Mushroom pizza that VIP probably didn’t have to worry about needing to share with anyone. He was already dressed to compete; double pinstripe track pants, sleeveless shirt that on the front reads "I beat Griffin Hawkins" and on the back had his initials inscribed wolfpac style.
VANCE ISAAC PARKER
I knew this wouldn’t be easy. I may have bought the best private instruction money could buy, but my trainer told me this was a hard business. My family said I was foolish to leave the easy Hollywood money to get paid to fall down more. But I didn’t listen. No, instead I went fresh from the academy to join an international tour in-progress. It was all I could talk about to anyone that would listen. I “made it”! Or so I thought. After seven months of go-nowhere direction, I asked for and was given my release and I set out to continue this journey. It didn’t take long to find a place…or two, willing to give me a fair shot. Well…
Vance motions to the right which the camera pans along to, revealing the protective plexiglass case that remained home to both the SRW
VANCE ISAAC PARKER
It’s surreal, to me, to be holding these two titles and simultaneously representing two companies as a champion scheduled to defend on every show, not even a full calendar year into my new career. There’s established veterans that don’t get this kind of opportunity. And if it ended here, debatably that may even be hall of fame worthy in and of itself. But it doesn’t end here. Because here I am at a third company’s show, representing my employer and defending the title everyone has been following for the past eighty-seven days as of this evening as I step forward to battle my fiercest rival of my career in Kelly Michaels. There’s so much talk about “forbidden doors”, how it’s taboo to feature another company’s star on your show, but wrestling has changed and it’s all about the buzz. Buzz that I’m honored to be a part of.
He pauses for emphasis.
VANCE ISAAC PARKER
I can’t say I’m thrilled about this Fight Pit contest, seemingly engineered by the freakin' silver medal of Caligrapps to give himself the best chance of achieving victory to do the one thing no one has been able to do on TV since I took my future into my own hands, but what are you gonna do? When the office hands you a once in a lifetime opportunity, you take it and fully immerse yourself in it. Even if that means you become surrounded by ten tons of steel with a roof, no ropes, no doors, and the only way out is to tapout, passout, or knockout the other person. Something I’ve made a legacy of doing the past three months inside of The Warehouse. So, if I have to do this one more time to finally finish you off, Kelly, on another company’s platform to boot? Then it sounds like tonight is just another day that ends with a Y.
Vance turns to grab another slice of the delicious anchovies concoction, the slimy-but-salty fishies swimming down his throat, while some of the ooey-gooey cheese practically drips off the slice, barely landing in the box. Whew, crisis averted, VIP almost had to share a dressing room where some of the furniture had pizza grease on it. Oh, the humanity.
VANCE ISAAC PARKER
Mmm. This is really good quality pizza. I wonder if Caligrapps can get their caterer’s number. Ahem. What more can I say. I may be humble enough to accept this opportunity because I know how rare these opportunities are for people to see, especially young performers like me. But rest assured Kelly Michaels, the Uprising locker room - many of whom I’ve shared a locker room with on multiple occasions - Uprising fans, and especially my California colleagues. What you’re getting is the same driven VIP that’s carried this Academy Awards championship for the better part of three months, and that isn’t going to change. The only thing that changes is this history we’re about to write.
He gestures with his hands as though spelling out the words on a marquee and they form on the screen in ominous and bold red.
Kelly Michaels.
Vance Isaac Parker.
Academy Awards Championship.
VANCE ISAAC PARKER
This is your final opportunity. I’ll see you out there…when I dream crush you for the final time.
VIP takes another big bite of his disgusting pizza as the camera shuts off.
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INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
AFFILIATE SHOWCASE MATCH (CWCG): ACADEMY CHAMPIONSHIP FIGHT PIT MATCH
VANCE ISAAC PARKER (c) vs KELLY MICHAELS
The match starts with VIP & Kelly Michaels on the platform above the Fight Pit. This is basically a scaffold match for the first few minutes. They both drop down into the pit after Kelly Michaels sends VIP flying off the platform via an arm trapped over head belly to belly suplex! The fans in Canada go absolutely wild for this spot. VIP looks to be in pain as KM finds a way to climb down. VIP eventually makes it to his feet and they takes turns working over each other's shoulder. VIP whips Michaels into the side of the cage. Michaels answers back with an exploder suplex, and then goes back to targeting an arm. Michaels places VIP’s hand against the side of the cage before landing a big boot to the hand. VIP shouts in pain and stumbles away.
VIP fights back, but Michaels applies a rear naked choke. VIP responds with a low blow to break the hold, and the fans roar with disapproval of this moment. The Champion quickly performs a standing hurricarana on Kelly Michaels and KM slams against the cage and slides down, smacking his head on the floor. VIP attempts to escape, looking for a door but the officials on the outside explain to him that that is not how you win. Eventually KM and VIP end up on top of the scaffold platforms again. Eventually, the battle makes its way down again, with KM stomping on VIP fingers as he's clinging to the scaffolding above the Pit.
VIP would hit KM with another low blow, in front of the ref and it's totally legal. VIP hits an Autocarrot Driver in the center of the ring and apparently when he was trying to do it, the ref was in his way and VIP makes sure to loudly complain about it. This little moment wastes time and when the ref was counting the potential TKO victory, Kelly Michaels is up by a count of 7. This angers VIP even more.
VIP goes for another Autocarrot Driver but KM prevents it and then plants VIP with a belly to belly suplex before locking him into the cattle mutilation! VIP fends off the pain as best he can. VIP squirms his way to freedom and after this moment, VIP is clearly going to the TKO victory as a part of his strategy. Both competitors take turns slamming each other into the cage a few times before finally taking the fight back into the ring. VIP has a standing headlock on KM but KM rolls forward and both competitors tumble and when its all over, Kelly Michaels has VIP in a Haas of Pain submission lock! VIP nearly taps but he finds freedom once again.
The fight takes it to the top of the platform once again and this time Kelly Michaels lands multiple vicious buzzsaw kicks to the head of VIP before allowing him to fall off the platform to the center of the ring. The ref counts to ten uninterrupted and awards the victory to Kelly Michaels via TKO!!
WINNER (VIA TKO) AND NEW CWCG ACADEMY CHAMPION: KELLY MICHAELS
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PROMO — RECORDED EARLIER
Ursula Von Rossbach leans against the bars of an old jail cell door, arms hanging through the bars from where her elbows are perched. Her head is lowered, black hair obscuring one side of her face completely. Her attire is the standard ring gear she usually wears. Gloved hands come together, one clasped over the other. Slowly her head lifts, her dark eyes meeting the camera lens before her.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Cages are nothing new to me. As a youth I was troubled and often found myself confined in one manner or another because I do not get along well with society in general. It was a miracle that I had managed to get through high school with the temperament I possessed then and if not for my service in the military, I would have not managed a college education. Yet even with all of the discipline and control I have learned over the years, I still find my anger is very much alive. The difference between youth and age is often experience and through my experiences I learned to direct that anger, subduing it when necessary and unleashing it at the most opportune times.
The crick-cracking of knuckles popping sounds against the pressing of her palm against them.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
When I returned to Uprising initially, I did attack Isabella but I chose to only do enough damage to let her know that I had returned with the intention of reminding her that no one escapes retribution. I then proceeded to go after her family in one on one combat in an effort to dissolve her support structure as I knew of the Pazzini reputation. I was not about to let you stack the deck in your favor against me when we faced off. That being said, however, you did have the good fortune of timing on your side. At another company, I had managed to suffer a rare injury and it lingered as I refused to miss appointed dates in favor of healing my arm.
She then proceeds to crack her opposing knuckles, the features of her face growing colder with each word spoken.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
She overstepped the limits of retribution by attacking that arm and placing me on medical leave for a short time. I am all for turnabout as fair play but when you extend past the initial offense, you only beget more of the same in return and with great interest. You also proved my assessment of you correct in your assault upon me at my weakest moment. You are not only a coward, but a fool, considering how bravely you faced the Total Anarchy Champion at the time, barely edging a victory over such a formidable foe. Had you simply waited for the appointed time, this would not be as brutal as it shall be upon you.
Ursula pulls back from the cell door, gripping the bars firmly in her hands.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
When I faced that same champion, I was freshly injured and not at full strength. The only reason he won was because of this fact, for if I were at one hundred percent capability, Mrs. Pazzini would not have reigned as Total Anarchy Champion even once. Now? I am at one hundred percent capability and Isabella...?
She grits her teeth and pulls, then gives a mighty shove, ripping the jail cell door off of its frame before tossing the heavy old iron to the floor with a loud clang. Ursula steps out of the cell, her frame hulking and imposing as she stands before the camera. Her eyes burn with ice and fire, cold and withering yet burning with intensity.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
The kindness you visited upon me will seem like heaven compared to the hell I intend to put you through. Not only did you manage to take me out, but you did nothing with it. You squandered the moment you created, discarded and forgotten. For that? I must absolutely destroy you this night in a manner that no one will ever forget. You will become an abstract lesson as to why no one fucks with Ursula Von Rossbach. I am the Lady Terminator, the most dangerous woman in professional wrestling and now you will know why my name is not only respected, but feared. You will be the next addition to my Resume of Destruction, Mrs. Pazzini.
The moment ends with the scene fading to black.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Cages are nothing new to me. As a youth I was troubled and often found myself confined in one manner or another because I do not get along well with society in general. It was a miracle that I had managed to get through high school with the temperament I possessed then and if not for my service in the military, I would have not managed a college education. Yet even with all of the discipline and control I have learned over the years, I still find my anger is very much alive. The difference between youth and age is often experience and through my experiences I learned to direct that anger, subduing it when necessary and unleashing it at the most opportune times.
The crick-cracking of knuckles popping sounds against the pressing of her palm against them.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
When I returned to Uprising initially, I did attack Isabella but I chose to only do enough damage to let her know that I had returned with the intention of reminding her that no one escapes retribution. I then proceeded to go after her family in one on one combat in an effort to dissolve her support structure as I knew of the Pazzini reputation. I was not about to let you stack the deck in your favor against me when we faced off. That being said, however, you did have the good fortune of timing on your side. At another company, I had managed to suffer a rare injury and it lingered as I refused to miss appointed dates in favor of healing my arm.
She then proceeds to crack her opposing knuckles, the features of her face growing colder with each word spoken.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
She overstepped the limits of retribution by attacking that arm and placing me on medical leave for a short time. I am all for turnabout as fair play but when you extend past the initial offense, you only beget more of the same in return and with great interest. You also proved my assessment of you correct in your assault upon me at my weakest moment. You are not only a coward, but a fool, considering how bravely you faced the Total Anarchy Champion at the time, barely edging a victory over such a formidable foe. Had you simply waited for the appointed time, this would not be as brutal as it shall be upon you.
Ursula pulls back from the cell door, gripping the bars firmly in her hands.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
When I faced that same champion, I was freshly injured and not at full strength. The only reason he won was because of this fact, for if I were at one hundred percent capability, Mrs. Pazzini would not have reigned as Total Anarchy Champion even once. Now? I am at one hundred percent capability and Isabella...?
She grits her teeth and pulls, then gives a mighty shove, ripping the jail cell door off of its frame before tossing the heavy old iron to the floor with a loud clang. Ursula steps out of the cell, her frame hulking and imposing as she stands before the camera. Her eyes burn with ice and fire, cold and withering yet burning with intensity.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
The kindness you visited upon me will seem like heaven compared to the hell I intend to put you through. Not only did you manage to take me out, but you did nothing with it. You squandered the moment you created, discarded and forgotten. For that? I must absolutely destroy you this night in a manner that no one will ever forget. You will become an abstract lesson as to why no one fucks with Ursula Von Rossbach. I am the Lady Terminator, the most dangerous woman in professional wrestling and now you will know why my name is not only respected, but feared. You will be the next addition to my Resume of Destruction, Mrs. Pazzini.
The moment ends with the scene fading to black.
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