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LIVE FROM THE HOUSE OF BLUES in BOSTON, MASSACHUSSETS APRIL 16, 2022 |
EXT. LAKE TAHOE -- EARLIER IN THE WEEK
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE is sitting on the couch in the living room of a residential suite of the Ritz Carlton as MARISOL VILARO pacing around the living room. ENIGMA lurks in the background, sitting casually on a stool at the bar.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Mari, you have got to calm down.
MARISOL VILARO
How can you even say that right now? Mosh and Reno are going to rip each other to shreds on Saturday, Cliff and I have big time opportunity matches, all while that whack job redhead is out for your head on a silver platter.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Don't you even worry about that crazy-ass ginger. She has delusions of grandeur that I will snap her out of on Saturday. By this time next week Cliff will be the new Silver State Champion and Sammy will be promoting Vilaro System until she is blue in the face. Then to top it all off Chris will do away with that turncoat Benedict Arnold.
MARISOL VILARO
Damn that Reno!!! He infuriates me most of all. After all we did for him. Making him relevant, being able to keep most of his exploits under wraps, overlooking his sleazy-ass attitude, and his epic failures in the ring! I am going to so enjoy it when Chris tears him from limb to limb.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Save that energy for Saturday, girl.
MARISOL VILARO
I can't! That is how much Reno angers me.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Ugh, it is so weird being the voice of reason as I am usually the one to fly off the handles while everyone else cleans up my messes, but you blind with rage will not do you or the One Percent any favors. Get it together, girl. Take a few deep breaths. You got this!
ENIGMA
(quietly)
Nothing will happen to you. Not on my watch.
Marisol nods, taking a deep breath.
MARISOL VILARO
You are right, Summer. I just need to regain my composure.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
It is a well-known fact that the One Percent is the centerpiece that everything else revolves around in Uprising. We're at the top of everyone's list and even the haters are envious of all we've accomplished. With me, of course, being the franchise player that nobody can get enough of. We are all going to handle our business. The Silver State title will be back in the fold, the redheaded stepchild will be beaten into oblivion, never to be heard from again. Reno will go missing in action, and you will make all of us number one contenders for all the Uprising gold. It's going to be a bright future for us all!
MARISOL VILARO
I am so looking forward to that.
Marisol sits down on the couch next to Summer.
MARISOL VILARO
Thanks, girl. I needed to hear that.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
All I am doing is stating facts. Saturday is going to be OUR night. I can feel it.
From there, the view cuts away to the opening video package, highlighting the last few months of UPRISING action while the Dropkick Murphys play their smash hit "The Warrior's Code" to the sold out crowd inside the House of Blues.
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BOSTON HOUSE OF BLUES — THE RING
5BW SHOWCASE MATCH: STREET FIGHT
DREW ROGERS vs MARY ELLEN HARRISON
Mary Ellen Harrison and Drew Rogers have a heated history with one another and the video wall shows a quick recap to catch the fans who might not be familiar. The first one out of the back is Mary Ellen Harrison, coming out with one of the 5BW Tag Team Championships. The fans erupt in cheers for her but they immediately turn to booing as Drew Rogers comes flying out of the back, taking her out. The bell rings as the street fight begins, the sound almost drowned out by the booing fans. Mary Ellen comes back up and hits Drew right in the face with the tag team championship. She takes him down and starts kicking at him. A lot of rage is coming out of her, but he SPEARS her into the crowd. The fans are booing him as he is mocking at everyone that regardless of the place, whether it’s Uprising or 5BW, he will STILL go all out, but Mary Ellen kicks him and throws him into the chairs. She grabs someone’s beer and dumps it all over his head and tosses him over the barricade.
Mary Ellen grabs out weapons as Drew is on the ground with this and rolling over on the ground. Mary Ellen grabs jumper cables and HITS him right in the back with them as the fans are cheering. She clips him right in the head with them with Drew screaming out in pain with this. Mary Ellen is doing everything she can to hurt him, but he pulls off the jumper cable from his face and STABS her right in the forehead with it. Drew lets out a sick look as the fans are booing as Mary Ellen is bleeding. He grabs her and tosses her back in the ring, but she comes up and goes for a sling blade right onto Drew as the fans are cheering for this. She goes back on the outside and grabs a steel chair and waits for him to get back up. He does and she is in the ring with the steel chair as the fans are cheering for this as she kicks him right in the face. The fans are cheering with Mary Ellen grabbing him yet again and running into the ropes, and flipping to kick Drew in the face, using her fiancé's finisher. Drew falls on the ground with Mary Ellen pinning him, but he kicks out of it.
Drew stands up and says that he is not going to fall to defeat that move from his most hated adversary in the whole entire world and SPEARS the hell out of Mary Ellen Harrison! The fans are booing when that sick look comes across his face and grabs the steel chair that she used on him and beats her down with it over and over again. He then goes up with the steel chair and goes for a moonsault onto her and it connects. Mary Ellen screams out in pain as the fans are booing with Drew going for the cover on him, but she kicks out of it. He gets on top of her and opens the chair and puts her head in it and goes up top, but suddenly, he sees Tiffany McCarthy watching in the front row and he storms over to where she sits. He grabs her out of the fans, but she SLAPS him right in the face. Mary Ellen comes flying out as the fans are cheering for this as she takes a SHOT right in his face. Both Tiffany and Mary Ellen grab a table with Mary Ellen setting it up on the outside, but Drew gets back in the ring with something in his hands.
Tiffany and Mary Ellen set it up with Mary Ellen coming back in the ring. Tiffany is yelling at him on the apron as Mary Ellen goes to throw Drew for Tiffany to open up, but Drew reverses and Mary Ellen goes fast and KNOCKS TIFFANY RIGHT OFF ARPON AND INTO THE TABLE. The fans are booing as Drew is laughing like a maniac with Mary Ellen holding her head. Drew grabs her and STABS her right in the head with a barbed wire bat and brings her down, locking in a rear naked choke hold on Mary Ellen with blood coming out of her head.
Mary Ellen is caught in this as she is rolling out of it as Drew is telling her to tap out. Mary Ellen rolls up and is still in this fight. Drew is in shock with Mary Ellen grabbing him and giving him a violent Raven’s Lock as the fans are cheering for this. She goes to cover at him, but he kicks out of it and LOCKS in the rear naked choke hold again on Mary Ellen Harrison. The crowd gets heated and it looks like Mary Ellen is fading as Big J comes over and raises her hand, but there's no response. Drew Rogers has won the match and the trash starts raining down in the ring before his hand can even be raised in victory.
WINNER (VIA SUBMISSION): DREW ROGERS
CUT TO:
BOSTON HOUSE OF BLUES — BACKSTAGE
Reno Nevada is standing at the Craft Services table with none other than UPRISING’s favorite intern, Steve. Reno has a plate in his hand with a slice of apple pie with what appears to be shredded cheddar cheese on top.
RENO
I know I fucked up, Stevie. I shouldn’t have DDT’d you like that back way back when. I let the Miller High Life get to me and I thought I was part of that 1% club. I thought it meant something, you know? Like I had made it. Instead I just ended up shitting on everyone I cared about.
STEVE
It’s okay, sir. I understand. I got to ride in an ambulance! Of course I’m still paying for the hospital bill.
RENO
Worry not, my young padawan. I shall pay for any outstanding bills you are suffering for my misdeeds.
STEVE
That would help a lot, but, sir, I have to ask, why did you put cheese on your pie?
RENO
Oh, it’s an old Buffalo Soldier recipe, if you catch my drift.
STEVE
You learned that in the army?
RENO
Ha! Not quite. You see, my young grasshopper, professional weed smokers such as myself get tired of the usual munchies. You know, like Doritos, popcorn, ice cream, pizza, mac and cheese, shrimp cocktail, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes…
Steve looks confused.
RENO
Pineapple shrimp, lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp burger… Where was I?
STEVE
The pie and cheese.
RENO
Anyway, you eventually start putting things together to make weird combinations. Hence, this beautiful creation. Now, don’t knock it until you try to, Stevie. Nothing goes better with a beautiful slice of apple pie than adding enough shredded cheddar cheese to give Aaron Rodgers a heart attack. Here, have a bite.
He cuts off a piece and starts to hold it out to the young lad, who isn’t exactly happy to try it, but eventually relents. At first he looks disgusted but after a few chews his face turns surprisingly happy.
RENO
See? I told you! Stick with me, Stevie. You still green. Ima show you how to roll with the big dogs.
Someone walks up behind Reno. At first their face is off screen. Steve sees the man first and points. Reno turns around with his plate. The camera moves to reveal a tall, muscled man with olive skin and good looks. He’s slightly taller than Reno and is in fantastic shape. Many viewers will immediately recognize him as Spanish MMA star Vega "Minotauro" Montenegro, and a quick google search will confirm that he has a history with Reno, having knocked him out in a cage fight a few years back.
RENO
Vega. Fancy meeting you here. Wants some pie?
VEGA
Reno Nevada is standing at the Craft Services table with none other than UPRISING’s favorite intern, Steve. Reno has a plate in his hand with a slice of apple pie with what appears to be shredded cheddar cheese on top.
RENO
I know I fucked up, Stevie. I shouldn’t have DDT’d you like that back way back when. I let the Miller High Life get to me and I thought I was part of that 1% club. I thought it meant something, you know? Like I had made it. Instead I just ended up shitting on everyone I cared about.
STEVE
It’s okay, sir. I understand. I got to ride in an ambulance! Of course I’m still paying for the hospital bill.
RENO
Worry not, my young padawan. I shall pay for any outstanding bills you are suffering for my misdeeds.
STEVE
That would help a lot, but, sir, I have to ask, why did you put cheese on your pie?
RENO
Oh, it’s an old Buffalo Soldier recipe, if you catch my drift.
STEVE
You learned that in the army?
RENO
Ha! Not quite. You see, my young grasshopper, professional weed smokers such as myself get tired of the usual munchies. You know, like Doritos, popcorn, ice cream, pizza, mac and cheese, shrimp cocktail, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes…
Steve looks confused.
RENO
Pineapple shrimp, lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp burger… Where was I?
STEVE
The pie and cheese.
RENO
Anyway, you eventually start putting things together to make weird combinations. Hence, this beautiful creation. Now, don’t knock it until you try to, Stevie. Nothing goes better with a beautiful slice of apple pie than adding enough shredded cheddar cheese to give Aaron Rodgers a heart attack. Here, have a bite.
He cuts off a piece and starts to hold it out to the young lad, who isn’t exactly happy to try it, but eventually relents. At first he looks disgusted but after a few chews his face turns surprisingly happy.
RENO
See? I told you! Stick with me, Stevie. You still green. Ima show you how to roll with the big dogs.
Someone walks up behind Reno. At first their face is off screen. Steve sees the man first and points. Reno turns around with his plate. The camera moves to reveal a tall, muscled man with olive skin and good looks. He’s slightly taller than Reno and is in fantastic shape. Many viewers will immediately recognize him as Spanish MMA star Vega "Minotauro" Montenegro, and a quick google search will confirm that he has a history with Reno, having knocked him out in a cage fight a few years back.
RENO
Vega. Fancy meeting you here. Wants some pie?
VEGA
(smiling)
No estoy aquí por pastel.
RENO
I have no idea what that means.
(looking back)
Stevie, translate!
STEVE
I took Latin!
RENO
Latin?! That’s a dead language!
STEVE
I... uh... wanted to be a doctor.
VEGA
ENOUGH.
(adjusts his tie while clearing his throat)
I just wanted to say hi to my old friend.
RENO
Oh? Who’s your old friend? Maybe I can point you in his, her or their direction.
VEGA
Always with the jokes, Reno. You know I speak of you. Despite our differences in the past, I didn’t want to come here without telling you how wonderful it is to see you again.
RENO
Oh, I got it. You signed a contract with UPRISING? I thought you were too good for rasslin.
VEGA
I did sign a contract, but not with UPRISING.
RENO
So like with the casino? You gonna be fighting at the Eldorado in Reno?
VEGA
Something like that. Anyway, enjoy your pie. See you around.
Vega walks off camera. Reno takes a bite of his pie while thinking. After gulping it down he turns to Steve and points his fork at the boy.
RENO
You didn’t tell me Larry signed that Spanish turd.
STEVE
News to me!
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BOSTON HOUSE OF BLUES — RINGSIDE STAGE
'Until It Breaks' hits the PA as KENDRICK KROSS slowly walks out from the back with a microphone in his hand. A big smirk graces his face as he walks down the ramp and into the ring, getting a mixed reaction from the capacity crowd.
KENDRICK KROSS
Tonight’s show has been a hell of a one so far, hasn’t it? Starting off with a showcase match for Five Boroughs and all that. Though clearly this would have been better if someone like myself was booked on this card. You know, if someone who was actually employed by this company was given time between these ropes instead.
Kendrick shakes his head as he takes a breath and then sighs.
KENDRICK KROSS
All good though this just gives me a chance to really look at future opponents especially the two in the Silver State Championship match. Hillary and Cliff. Doesn’t matter which one of them comes out with the win in this one. Because my eyes are on that one thing. Always have been.
He pauses for a second, letting that sink in.
KENDRICK KROSS
I was an original here and never got what I wanted. Didn’t even get it against Griff which was unfortunate and quite a bit frustrating but it’s whatever. I will say this though: that isn’t what my future is going to be when it comes to those two.
A smirk from Kendrick as he continues.
KENDRICK KROSS
I know I didn’t have my best of matches last time out against Wendigo but that doesn’t mean I won’t or can’t take that title from whoever wins tonight. That loss was simply a setback that I don’t foresee happening again. I don’t see me losing again anytime soon. Just can’t and won’t. It’s that simple for me. I know we're getting close to the finale for this season and I can't let it slip away without making good on my promise. So Clint, Hillary, whichever one of you wins tonight, I hope you cherish the time you have with that because I’m coming after it. And when I do I won’t stop until I get my hands on it. Believe me. So I’ll make sure I keep an eye on you both. Go ahead and break a leg now!
Kendrick chuckles as he drops the mic and walks out of the ring.
In the backstage area, we find Ursula Von Rossbach having just exited catering. She is not in her ring attire just yet, sporting simple casual wear in the form of a black sleeveless shirt, fitted pants, and simple shoes. She sips from a bottle of water freshly procured. She stops as a familiar face steps into view before her. Dressed to compete in her usual black and green, there stands Molly Hatchet.
MOLLY HATCHET
Want in one hand and shit in the other, aye?
Ursula ignores her with a shake of her head and starts to walk past her, only for Molly to press a hand to her stomach. Ms. Von Rossbach looks down at the hand of Ms. Hatchet, trailing the arm all the way up to the freckled young woman’s eyes.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Why are you insisting on this course of action, Hatchet?
Molly looks up at her old rival with a narrowed gaze.
MOLLY HATCHET
No one respects me, Ursula, not even you anymore. I have to do something. I cannae just keep lettin' people fuckin walk all over me.
Ursula tilts her head forward.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Stop laying the doormat out for them to do so.
She looks up at UVR with a bit of confusion.
MOLLY HATCHET
I beg yer pardon?
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
You are a busybody, constantly involved in other people’s affairs and proclaiming your righteousness. Let others handle themselves and stop inviting trouble onto yourself and you will be much happier.
Molly glares at Ursula hard, her jaw setting.
MOLLY HATCHET
I donnae abandon me friends! Their battles be mine too!
Ursula sighs.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
And yet one by one, your friends have begun deserting you and why? Because you do not respect or believe in any of them enough to let your friends handle their issues. You see only your perspective and from this skewed point of view, you think you have been abandoned and betrayed. The passion of your anger has blinded you to the reality of your situation, causing you to build walls and isolate yourself rather than see that many of your problems begin with you.
Molly turns away from Ursula taking a few steps, only to stop and look over her shoulder.
MOLLY HATCHET
You’re insufferable and I hate that you’re always right. I still want to fight you though… I want to prove to meself that I’m not a joke, like everyone thinks I am.
Ursula takes a drink of her water.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
The secret of happiness is not in seeking approval of others, but of yourself.
Molly smirks sarcastically.
MOLLY HATCHET
Find that in a fortune cookie?
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
I was quoting the Dalai Lama, Ms. Hatchet. Formulaic as the words may be, that does not make them any less correct in this instance. I wish you had approached me like this in the first place, rather than try to goad me into fighting you on twitter. It would have been more respectful and in turn, you would have not lost a measure of my respect.
The Ginger Ninja looks towards the floor.
MOLLY HATCHET
Ursula… I want to do it for myself. Maybe… maybe I feel like a fuckin’ failure at everything, yeah. Like I keep fuckin’ everythin’ up fer meself and I make all these shite decisions but it just keeps gettin’ worse and worse…. I am tired of feeling like and bein’ treated as if I’m bloody worthless! That’s why I been actin’ tha way I have. I’m tired of being treated like a bloody joke by tha world at large!!!!
Her fists tighten as she looks back over her shoulder at Ursula.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Molly, do you know what has become of those who did not treat me with respect? They became nothing. Do you know how this was achieved? By not caring about anything but what I desire.
Ursula steps up to Molly, towering and imposing as always.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Stop. Caring. Do not wallow in the filth with the swine lest you become one of them.
Molly listens intently and the words clearly have an impact, her shoulders slumping and hands relaxing. She brings them to her face, running them up her forehead and through her hair.
MOLLY HATCHET
Fuck…
Ursula passes Molly by without a further word. The Ginger Ninja had alot to think about. As she starts to walk forward, uncertain, she’s surprised by SUMMER PAGE who violently grabs her head and slams it into the unforgiving brick wall! Molly crumples, holding her now throbbing skull as she’s repeatedly kicked in the pit of her gut by the lone Page. Before things go too far, a large hand grabs the back of Summer’s neck and hurls her back. Summer stumbles, looking to square off until realizing that Molly’s savior is none other than Ursula Von Rossbach. No words are exchanged as Summer looks to Molly, then back to Ursula and wisely runs off with but one step forward of the Lady Terminator. Ursula then turns back to Molly.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Molly?
Molly rises, clutching at her guts and wincing, a small trickle of blood running down the side of her face.
MOLLY HATCHET
Aye… thank ye fer tha undeserved save, Ursula. I’m puttin' that bitch ta bed… TONIGHT!
There’s anger in her eyes combined with a deep grimace of pain.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
You are bleeding.
The Ginger Ninja shoves off the wall, standing upright and straightening her back, refusing to remain hobbled and doubled over. She looks up at Ursula.
MOLLY HATCHET
Aye… nothin’ like a little blood fer tha beast ta come out. It’s about time I beat some respect into that cunt and teach a lesson that no Page’ll e’er ferget!
Molly turns and storms onward, each step less stiff as she gets accustomed to the new pains from her beating. Ursula watches for a moment, then turns and walks away without further word.
BLACKSTAR vs "UMF" LARA BRATTON
The chorus to EVE TO ADAM’s “Straitjacket Supermodel” plays as Lara Bratton stands on the bottom rope, looking up into the hard camera with a smile. The audience is mostly neutral to her, with a smattering of cheers and boos in the under current. Her music fades out and she takes her spot on the far side of the ring, opposite the entrance. A quick shot at the upper balcony shows a gaggle of Scientology celebrities in a roped off section. Tom Cruise, Beck, Elisabeth Moss, Doug E. Fresh and John Travolta watch on from above.
The lights go out. Sonnenaufgang from Strauss’s “Also Sprach Zarathustra” plays. The crowd fills with boos as purple lights flash across the stage. Standing there, with his back to the ring and arms outstretched, is BLACKSTAR. A cap hangs down his spine with a massive Scientology emblem embroidered in sequins. He starts walking backward down the ramp before spinning around, revealing his painted face. In the balcony, Tom Cruise leads a standing ovation as his Supreme Leader makes his way to the ring. Blackstar circles the ring to the hard camera side, where he climbs up onto the apron. Once again he poses with his head tilted back, staring up into the heavens. Or, more accurately, the ceiling. Once he’s in the ring, he whips off his cape and hands it to an official on the outside.
Referee JUSTIN "BIG J" SOAMES has drawn the duty of officiating this matchup. The music’s final crescendo builds to its conclusion before quickly cutting out, leaving nothing but the roar of the crowd as the soundtrack for this matchup. Almost immediately a chant breaks out.
FUCK RON HUBBARD!
CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP CLAP
FUCK RON HUBBARD!
CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP CLAP
Blackstar spins around, casting anger over the thousands screaming the blasphemous jeer. For her part, Bratton starts to joins in, clapping and yelling along. Blackstar turns and glares at her, before cutting his hand horizontally through the air.
BLACKSTAR
I will HASHTAG DISCONNECT YOU!
UMF makes spooky fingers at him as Soames calls for the start of the match. The bell rings and the two wrestlers run to the middle of the ring for a collar and elbow lock. After a few seconds of pushing back and forth, Blackstar spins it into a headlock.
BLACKSTAR
HA HA! The DAY is MINE!
Bratton backs up into the ropes then uses the spring to force Blackstar off her. The Scientologist Supreme sprints across the ring from the momentum and hits the ropes before the return. Bratton moves to the middle of the ring where she drops down for a trip. Blackstar jumps over her with ease but rather than bounce off the next set of ropes he stops in his tracks and points at his temple. Bratton jumps up, runs behind him and grabs him for a schoolboy pin! Blackstar rolls backwards onto his shoulders!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
A scramble to their feet. Bratton takes the lead, hooking him by the arm and flipping over into an arm drag. He shoots up and runs right into another one. She stands to her feet and readies herself as he sits up, holding his back. The crowd’s hatred for Scientology fuels their cheers for UMF. He rolls out of the ring and starts to walk around. She slides out after him and sprints up behind him to deliver an ax handle to the back. He stumbles forward into the barricade before slumping onto the floor. She walks over to deliver three hard kicks to his torso before grabbing him up by the hair. With a quick turn, she throws him face first into the steel post! Blackstar spins around before crumbling to the floor.
Bratton hears Soames’s count reaching seven. She picks Blackstar up and forces him under the bottom rope before climbing up onto the apron. He seems in trouble, but quickly jumps up and pokes her in the eye, drawing an official warning from the referee! He then grabs her by the hair and yanks her over the top rope, sending her falling hard to the mat.
BLACKSTAR
(looking down at her)
BEHOLD!
I have ROBBED you of your SIGHT!
He starts kicking at her to the displeasure of nearly everyone in attendance. He then uses her hair to force her up to her feet before hooking her for a suplex. He hoists her vertically into the air but rather than drop backward, he drives straight down for a brainbuster. Quick cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
Blackstar jumps to his feet and runs behind her for the ropes. She sits up just in time to get an Enziguri to the face! UMF twists slightly before falling onto her back. He takes a moment to strut around the ring before heading for a corner, which he quickly ascends to the top rope. After throwing his arms out sideways he jumps backward, flipping through the air and nailing a surprisingly perfect moonsault! He stays on her and hooks a leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
He sits up while glaring at Soames and slaps his hands, demanding a faster count next time. He then refocuses on his opponent, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up with him to their feet. But UMF comes back with an elbow into his sternum! Blackstar contends with human pain as she drops back into the ropes. The spring throws her forward and she NAILS the man with a side kick to the face!!! Blackstar straightens up, stiff as a board, before teetering over like a freshly cut spruce! Here’s the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
UMF rolls out of the ring and walks over to the barricade where a server is handing plastic cups filled with beer to some fans at ringside. Bratton reaches over, grabs one of the cups with a cheer before taking a drink to the approval of the thousands packed in the House of Blues.
Blackstar has found the ring ropes and is slowly trying to stand with their help. Bratton hurries over, takes a big swig of the beer and SPITS IT IN HIS FACE! The Blackstar stumbles backward into the ring, going end over end as he wails from the alcohol in his eyes. She drinks the rest in one swig before climbing into the ring, ending the count. Soames admonishes her for the beer to the face but she pays him no mind, as she’s singerly focused on her opponent.
Blackstar is pulling himself up on the ropes. A ringside cameraman catches a close up on his face. Surprisingly the beer has not smeared his supposed face paint at all, as if it was permanently etched into his skin. Bratton holds her fist into the air, signaling for the PUNCHLINE! In the balcony, the Scientologists are trying to get his attention over the screaming fans but their warnings never face it to the ring. Blackstar blinks out the last of the beer while standing before turning around, right into the—
HE DROPS DOWN! UMF’s uppercut misses as he rolls under the bottom rope then pops up onto the opposite side. He throws a shoulder through the ropes into her midsection, stunning her. He then slingshots over the top rope into a sunset flip!
ONE!
TW—KICK OUT!
UMF claps his head with her legs! Both wrestlers roll backward away from one another, before standing to their feet. She runs at him for a clothesline. He ducks under! Both spin around. He strikes first, kicking her in the stomach and pulling her into a standing head scissors. He then grabs her by the waist and hoists her into the air. THETA BOMB (Powerbomb)!!!
But he doesn’t go for the pin! He jumps up and turns, casting his eyes upward. He holds out both hands, directing everyone’s attention upward to the balcony, where suddenly John Travolta shoots up out of his seat, as if seized by some unseen force! His body stiffens and jerks as the other celebrities look on in awe. Back in the ring, Blackstar fills with Travolta’s essence. He does the hand move from Grease Lightnin’ while popping his hips before jumping backward into the ropes. He springs forward, doing the butterfly dance with his legs, moving them in and out by the knee as he struts back to his opponent. He then drops down with a sharp elbow across her chest. Here’s the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
Blackstar shoots up onto his knees.
BLACKSTAR
IMPOSSIBLE!
Taking so long to go for the pin after the Theta Bomb cost him a possible win, having given UMF plenty of time to recover. He stands bent over, grabbing for her hair. She counters with a thumb to the throat, sending him coughing into a corner. She rolls over, jumps to her feet and runs at him full steam ahead. BUT A BOOT TO THE FACE sends her back peddling diagonally across the ring! Blackstar looks to be lining her up! Slowly she turns back around and he darts forward. #DISCONNECTION (Bicycle Kick)!!! UMF crumbles to the canvas in the middle of the ring!
For once Blackstar doesn’t grandstand. He runs to the ropes and climbs through to the apron. He takes a brief moment to pose because he can’t help himself, before springboarding up onto the top rope and leaping forward… STARSHIP THETA (Springboard Shootingstar Press)!! Here’s the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): BLACKSTAR
KENDRICK KROSS
Tonight’s show has been a hell of a one so far, hasn’t it? Starting off with a showcase match for Five Boroughs and all that. Though clearly this would have been better if someone like myself was booked on this card. You know, if someone who was actually employed by this company was given time between these ropes instead.
Kendrick shakes his head as he takes a breath and then sighs.
KENDRICK KROSS
All good though this just gives me a chance to really look at future opponents especially the two in the Silver State Championship match. Hillary and Cliff. Doesn’t matter which one of them comes out with the win in this one. Because my eyes are on that one thing. Always have been.
He pauses for a second, letting that sink in.
KENDRICK KROSS
I was an original here and never got what I wanted. Didn’t even get it against Griff which was unfortunate and quite a bit frustrating but it’s whatever. I will say this though: that isn’t what my future is going to be when it comes to those two.
A smirk from Kendrick as he continues.
KENDRICK KROSS
I know I didn’t have my best of matches last time out against Wendigo but that doesn’t mean I won’t or can’t take that title from whoever wins tonight. That loss was simply a setback that I don’t foresee happening again. I don’t see me losing again anytime soon. Just can’t and won’t. It’s that simple for me. I know we're getting close to the finale for this season and I can't let it slip away without making good on my promise. So Clint, Hillary, whichever one of you wins tonight, I hope you cherish the time you have with that because I’m coming after it. And when I do I won’t stop until I get my hands on it. Believe me. So I’ll make sure I keep an eye on you both. Go ahead and break a leg now!
Kendrick chuckles as he drops the mic and walks out of the ring.
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BACKSTAGE -- CONTINUOUS
In the backstage area, we find Ursula Von Rossbach having just exited catering. She is not in her ring attire just yet, sporting simple casual wear in the form of a black sleeveless shirt, fitted pants, and simple shoes. She sips from a bottle of water freshly procured. She stops as a familiar face steps into view before her. Dressed to compete in her usual black and green, there stands Molly Hatchet.
MOLLY HATCHET
Want in one hand and shit in the other, aye?
Ursula ignores her with a shake of her head and starts to walk past her, only for Molly to press a hand to her stomach. Ms. Von Rossbach looks down at the hand of Ms. Hatchet, trailing the arm all the way up to the freckled young woman’s eyes.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Why are you insisting on this course of action, Hatchet?
Molly looks up at her old rival with a narrowed gaze.
MOLLY HATCHET
No one respects me, Ursula, not even you anymore. I have to do something. I cannae just keep lettin' people fuckin walk all over me.
Ursula tilts her head forward.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Stop laying the doormat out for them to do so.
She looks up at UVR with a bit of confusion.
MOLLY HATCHET
I beg yer pardon?
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
You are a busybody, constantly involved in other people’s affairs and proclaiming your righteousness. Let others handle themselves and stop inviting trouble onto yourself and you will be much happier.
Molly glares at Ursula hard, her jaw setting.
MOLLY HATCHET
I donnae abandon me friends! Their battles be mine too!
Ursula sighs.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
And yet one by one, your friends have begun deserting you and why? Because you do not respect or believe in any of them enough to let your friends handle their issues. You see only your perspective and from this skewed point of view, you think you have been abandoned and betrayed. The passion of your anger has blinded you to the reality of your situation, causing you to build walls and isolate yourself rather than see that many of your problems begin with you.
Molly turns away from Ursula taking a few steps, only to stop and look over her shoulder.
MOLLY HATCHET
You’re insufferable and I hate that you’re always right. I still want to fight you though… I want to prove to meself that I’m not a joke, like everyone thinks I am.
Ursula takes a drink of her water.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
The secret of happiness is not in seeking approval of others, but of yourself.
Molly smirks sarcastically.
MOLLY HATCHET
Find that in a fortune cookie?
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
I was quoting the Dalai Lama, Ms. Hatchet. Formulaic as the words may be, that does not make them any less correct in this instance. I wish you had approached me like this in the first place, rather than try to goad me into fighting you on twitter. It would have been more respectful and in turn, you would have not lost a measure of my respect.
The Ginger Ninja looks towards the floor.
MOLLY HATCHET
Ursula… I want to do it for myself. Maybe… maybe I feel like a fuckin’ failure at everything, yeah. Like I keep fuckin’ everythin’ up fer meself and I make all these shite decisions but it just keeps gettin’ worse and worse…. I am tired of feeling like and bein’ treated as if I’m bloody worthless! That’s why I been actin’ tha way I have. I’m tired of being treated like a bloody joke by tha world at large!!!!
Her fists tighten as she looks back over her shoulder at Ursula.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Molly, do you know what has become of those who did not treat me with respect? They became nothing. Do you know how this was achieved? By not caring about anything but what I desire.
Ursula steps up to Molly, towering and imposing as always.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Stop. Caring. Do not wallow in the filth with the swine lest you become one of them.
Molly listens intently and the words clearly have an impact, her shoulders slumping and hands relaxing. She brings them to her face, running them up her forehead and through her hair.
MOLLY HATCHET
Fuck…
Ursula passes Molly by without a further word. The Ginger Ninja had alot to think about. As she starts to walk forward, uncertain, she’s surprised by SUMMER PAGE who violently grabs her head and slams it into the unforgiving brick wall! Molly crumples, holding her now throbbing skull as she’s repeatedly kicked in the pit of her gut by the lone Page. Before things go too far, a large hand grabs the back of Summer’s neck and hurls her back. Summer stumbles, looking to square off until realizing that Molly’s savior is none other than Ursula Von Rossbach. No words are exchanged as Summer looks to Molly, then back to Ursula and wisely runs off with but one step forward of the Lady Terminator. Ursula then turns back to Molly.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Molly?
Molly rises, clutching at her guts and wincing, a small trickle of blood running down the side of her face.
MOLLY HATCHET
Aye… thank ye fer tha undeserved save, Ursula. I’m puttin' that bitch ta bed… TONIGHT!
There’s anger in her eyes combined with a deep grimace of pain.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
You are bleeding.
The Ginger Ninja shoves off the wall, standing upright and straightening her back, refusing to remain hobbled and doubled over. She looks up at Ursula.
MOLLY HATCHET
Aye… nothin’ like a little blood fer tha beast ta come out. It’s about time I beat some respect into that cunt and teach a lesson that no Page’ll e’er ferget!
Molly turns and storms onward, each step less stiff as she gets accustomed to the new pains from her beating. Ursula watches for a moment, then turns and walks away without further word.
CUT TO:
BOSTON HOUSE OF BLUES — THE RING
BLACKSTAR vs "UMF" LARA BRATTON
The chorus to EVE TO ADAM’s “Straitjacket Supermodel” plays as Lara Bratton stands on the bottom rope, looking up into the hard camera with a smile. The audience is mostly neutral to her, with a smattering of cheers and boos in the under current. Her music fades out and she takes her spot on the far side of the ring, opposite the entrance. A quick shot at the upper balcony shows a gaggle of Scientology celebrities in a roped off section. Tom Cruise, Beck, Elisabeth Moss, Doug E. Fresh and John Travolta watch on from above.
The lights go out. Sonnenaufgang from Strauss’s “Also Sprach Zarathustra” plays. The crowd fills with boos as purple lights flash across the stage. Standing there, with his back to the ring and arms outstretched, is BLACKSTAR. A cap hangs down his spine with a massive Scientology emblem embroidered in sequins. He starts walking backward down the ramp before spinning around, revealing his painted face. In the balcony, Tom Cruise leads a standing ovation as his Supreme Leader makes his way to the ring. Blackstar circles the ring to the hard camera side, where he climbs up onto the apron. Once again he poses with his head tilted back, staring up into the heavens. Or, more accurately, the ceiling. Once he’s in the ring, he whips off his cape and hands it to an official on the outside.
Referee JUSTIN "BIG J" SOAMES has drawn the duty of officiating this matchup. The music’s final crescendo builds to its conclusion before quickly cutting out, leaving nothing but the roar of the crowd as the soundtrack for this matchup. Almost immediately a chant breaks out.
FUCK RON HUBBARD!
CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP CLAP
FUCK RON HUBBARD!
CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP CLAP
Blackstar spins around, casting anger over the thousands screaming the blasphemous jeer. For her part, Bratton starts to joins in, clapping and yelling along. Blackstar turns and glares at her, before cutting his hand horizontally through the air.
BLACKSTAR
I will HASHTAG DISCONNECT YOU!
UMF makes spooky fingers at him as Soames calls for the start of the match. The bell rings and the two wrestlers run to the middle of the ring for a collar and elbow lock. After a few seconds of pushing back and forth, Blackstar spins it into a headlock.
BLACKSTAR
HA HA! The DAY is MINE!
Bratton backs up into the ropes then uses the spring to force Blackstar off her. The Scientologist Supreme sprints across the ring from the momentum and hits the ropes before the return. Bratton moves to the middle of the ring where she drops down for a trip. Blackstar jumps over her with ease but rather than bounce off the next set of ropes he stops in his tracks and points at his temple. Bratton jumps up, runs behind him and grabs him for a schoolboy pin! Blackstar rolls backwards onto his shoulders!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
A scramble to their feet. Bratton takes the lead, hooking him by the arm and flipping over into an arm drag. He shoots up and runs right into another one. She stands to her feet and readies herself as he sits up, holding his back. The crowd’s hatred for Scientology fuels their cheers for UMF. He rolls out of the ring and starts to walk around. She slides out after him and sprints up behind him to deliver an ax handle to the back. He stumbles forward into the barricade before slumping onto the floor. She walks over to deliver three hard kicks to his torso before grabbing him up by the hair. With a quick turn, she throws him face first into the steel post! Blackstar spins around before crumbling to the floor.
Bratton hears Soames’s count reaching seven. She picks Blackstar up and forces him under the bottom rope before climbing up onto the apron. He seems in trouble, but quickly jumps up and pokes her in the eye, drawing an official warning from the referee! He then grabs her by the hair and yanks her over the top rope, sending her falling hard to the mat.
BLACKSTAR
(looking down at her)
BEHOLD!
I have ROBBED you of your SIGHT!
He starts kicking at her to the displeasure of nearly everyone in attendance. He then uses her hair to force her up to her feet before hooking her for a suplex. He hoists her vertically into the air but rather than drop backward, he drives straight down for a brainbuster. Quick cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
Blackstar jumps to his feet and runs behind her for the ropes. She sits up just in time to get an Enziguri to the face! UMF twists slightly before falling onto her back. He takes a moment to strut around the ring before heading for a corner, which he quickly ascends to the top rope. After throwing his arms out sideways he jumps backward, flipping through the air and nailing a surprisingly perfect moonsault! He stays on her and hooks a leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
He sits up while glaring at Soames and slaps his hands, demanding a faster count next time. He then refocuses on his opponent, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up with him to their feet. But UMF comes back with an elbow into his sternum! Blackstar contends with human pain as she drops back into the ropes. The spring throws her forward and she NAILS the man with a side kick to the face!!! Blackstar straightens up, stiff as a board, before teetering over like a freshly cut spruce! Here’s the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
UMF rolls out of the ring and walks over to the barricade where a server is handing plastic cups filled with beer to some fans at ringside. Bratton reaches over, grabs one of the cups with a cheer before taking a drink to the approval of the thousands packed in the House of Blues.
Blackstar has found the ring ropes and is slowly trying to stand with their help. Bratton hurries over, takes a big swig of the beer and SPITS IT IN HIS FACE! The Blackstar stumbles backward into the ring, going end over end as he wails from the alcohol in his eyes. She drinks the rest in one swig before climbing into the ring, ending the count. Soames admonishes her for the beer to the face but she pays him no mind, as she’s singerly focused on her opponent.
Blackstar is pulling himself up on the ropes. A ringside cameraman catches a close up on his face. Surprisingly the beer has not smeared his supposed face paint at all, as if it was permanently etched into his skin. Bratton holds her fist into the air, signaling for the PUNCHLINE! In the balcony, the Scientologists are trying to get his attention over the screaming fans but their warnings never face it to the ring. Blackstar blinks out the last of the beer while standing before turning around, right into the—
HE DROPS DOWN! UMF’s uppercut misses as he rolls under the bottom rope then pops up onto the opposite side. He throws a shoulder through the ropes into her midsection, stunning her. He then slingshots over the top rope into a sunset flip!
ONE!
TW—KICK OUT!
UMF claps his head with her legs! Both wrestlers roll backward away from one another, before standing to their feet. She runs at him for a clothesline. He ducks under! Both spin around. He strikes first, kicking her in the stomach and pulling her into a standing head scissors. He then grabs her by the waist and hoists her into the air. THETA BOMB (Powerbomb)!!!
But he doesn’t go for the pin! He jumps up and turns, casting his eyes upward. He holds out both hands, directing everyone’s attention upward to the balcony, where suddenly John Travolta shoots up out of his seat, as if seized by some unseen force! His body stiffens and jerks as the other celebrities look on in awe. Back in the ring, Blackstar fills with Travolta’s essence. He does the hand move from Grease Lightnin’ while popping his hips before jumping backward into the ropes. He springs forward, doing the butterfly dance with his legs, moving them in and out by the knee as he struts back to his opponent. He then drops down with a sharp elbow across her chest. Here’s the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
Blackstar shoots up onto his knees.
BLACKSTAR
IMPOSSIBLE!
Taking so long to go for the pin after the Theta Bomb cost him a possible win, having given UMF plenty of time to recover. He stands bent over, grabbing for her hair. She counters with a thumb to the throat, sending him coughing into a corner. She rolls over, jumps to her feet and runs at him full steam ahead. BUT A BOOT TO THE FACE sends her back peddling diagonally across the ring! Blackstar looks to be lining her up! Slowly she turns back around and he darts forward. #DISCONNECTION (Bicycle Kick)!!! UMF crumbles to the canvas in the middle of the ring!
For once Blackstar doesn’t grandstand. He runs to the ropes and climbs through to the apron. He takes a brief moment to pose because he can’t help himself, before springboarding up onto the top rope and leaping forward… STARSHIP THETA (Springboard Shootingstar Press)!! Here’s the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): BLACKSTAR
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BACKSTAGE -- CONTINUOUS
_____________________________________________Backstage, fan favorite JACKI O'LANTERN is seen sitting on some crates with all three of her black cats resting on her lap as she strokes their heads and stares at the ground thinking about her match tonight, dressed to compete already. She's more anxious than nervous to step foot inside an Uprising ring again, knowing who her teammates are, then she stares up at the camera and smiles, which could frighten, or bring happiness to the viewers watching.
BRITTANI HELMS comes in and stops short when she sees her tag team partner for tonight. She eyes Jacki critically.
BRITTANI HELMS
Yo, you alright?
Jacki notices her standing there and shoos her cats down before she hops off the crates. Taking a few steps towards Brittani, she nods.
JACKI O'LANTERN
Yeah, I'm good, just doing some thinking about our match tonight. It's important, and I want to make sure I leave a good impression with you all. What's been on your mind lately?
Brittani cracks her neck.
BRITTANI HELMS
A lot of shit that’s on my mind but the most important right now is kicking their sorry asses in the middle of that ring and showing what’s free!
Brittani keeps her eyes on Jacki.
BRITTANI HELMS
You?
Jacki thinks about her question, then gets sidetracked and looks down, noticing her cats circling Brittani's legs. She smiles at how friendly they are toward her.
JACKI O'LANTERN
Don't worry, they mean no harm. Unless you are someone like Father Cheney and the rest of those evil people. Anyway, to answer your question, all my focus has been on this match. I have been eating, sleeping and breathing it. They deserve what's coming to them, and that is asskickings being handed out along with a loss to send them home with.
BRITTANI HELMS
Honestly, I’ve been waiting to end him in the middle of that ring. He’s caused too much humiliation for everyone and now, this cake ass about to get one of his own.
JACKI O'LANTERN
I have always admired your never say die attitude. You aren't scared to go into battle, no matter how tough it may seem. So, we've heard from Chris Page, but the others have remained silent. I just hope they have come prepared and are on the same page as us. I don't trust our opponents. They are snakes, after all.
The eyes of Jacki and Brittani shift towards the left, followed by the camera which reveals the ICON that is "CHRONIC" CHRIS PAGE walking up towards his partners, garnering a thunderous ovation from the crowd… but he isn’t alone as he has on his right arm one CANDICE WOLF with the legendary CENTURION walking on his left.
CHRIS PAGE
Ladies…
He politely states as he joins Brittani and Jacki. He kneels down, rubbing the back of his left hand across one of Jackie’s cat’s heads before leaning back into an upright position.
CHRIS PAGE
So, who’s ready to smack around a Cheney and a couple of Crowes? Ah. Excuse me, where are my manors? Brittani, Jacki may I introduce Candice Wolf and Centurion. They will be in our corner tonight in the off chance ol' Father Cheney or Mr. Crowe see fit to insert themselves into our affairs.
CENTURION
Ladies.
He nods his head as they all exchange pleasantries.
CHRIS PAGE
And Candice Wolf.
More pleasantries and the crowd pops at the sight of the proprietor of the wildly popular Velvet Rabbit Club in NYC – she's no stranger to the wrath of Father Cheney either.
CHRIS PAGE
In all seriousness, tonight, the three of us have been thrown into the lions den with three guys that have a combined weight of over nine hundred pounds. Common sense tells me they’re going to use that huge size to their advantage. Both of you are the ones that came to my aid, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let that be for nothing.
The crowd roars at Chris’ statement from inside the arena.
CHRIS PAGE
Brittani, you’ve been on the front lines against Father Cheney dating back to his protest at the Velvet Rabbit. Tonight is the night that you step to the forefront once again, only this time you can hurt him where it matters… inside the ring. Anyone can be a keyboard warrior like Father Cheney, but not everyone can back it up when it counts. You can.
Chris shifts his attention towards Jacki.
CHRIS PAGE
Jacki, I didn’t know a lot about you before this started; but you have shown me over the last few months that not only are you capable of being a major player in the business but that you have zero fear. Tonight, belongs to both of you. Let me make that perfectly clear.
There’s another massive ovation from the crowd as Chris now turns and directs his attention towards the camera as his cold blue eyes pierce through the lens.
CHRIS PAGE
Father Cheney, Brothers Crowe… You boys might be bigger, you might be stronger, you might have more experience as a team… but what you don’t have is heart. In just a little bit all this talk comes to an end because that bell's going to ring. When you look into the eyes of Jacki, Brittani or myself the LAST thing you see is fear. Your boys had best be ready for the shitstorm that’s about to blow in.
The camera shifts to Centurion who simply states.
CENTURION
Father Cheney, I hope you get involved.
He winks at the camera to a huge pop from the crowd as the scene fades.
BRITTANI HELMS comes in and stops short when she sees her tag team partner for tonight. She eyes Jacki critically.
BRITTANI HELMS
Yo, you alright?
Jacki notices her standing there and shoos her cats down before she hops off the crates. Taking a few steps towards Brittani, she nods.
JACKI O'LANTERN
Yeah, I'm good, just doing some thinking about our match tonight. It's important, and I want to make sure I leave a good impression with you all. What's been on your mind lately?
Brittani cracks her neck.
BRITTANI HELMS
A lot of shit that’s on my mind but the most important right now is kicking their sorry asses in the middle of that ring and showing what’s free!
Brittani keeps her eyes on Jacki.
BRITTANI HELMS
You?
Jacki thinks about her question, then gets sidetracked and looks down, noticing her cats circling Brittani's legs. She smiles at how friendly they are toward her.
JACKI O'LANTERN
Don't worry, they mean no harm. Unless you are someone like Father Cheney and the rest of those evil people. Anyway, to answer your question, all my focus has been on this match. I have been eating, sleeping and breathing it. They deserve what's coming to them, and that is asskickings being handed out along with a loss to send them home with.
BRITTANI HELMS
Honestly, I’ve been waiting to end him in the middle of that ring. He’s caused too much humiliation for everyone and now, this cake ass about to get one of his own.
JACKI O'LANTERN
I have always admired your never say die attitude. You aren't scared to go into battle, no matter how tough it may seem. So, we've heard from Chris Page, but the others have remained silent. I just hope they have come prepared and are on the same page as us. I don't trust our opponents. They are snakes, after all.
The eyes of Jacki and Brittani shift towards the left, followed by the camera which reveals the ICON that is "CHRONIC" CHRIS PAGE walking up towards his partners, garnering a thunderous ovation from the crowd… but he isn’t alone as he has on his right arm one CANDICE WOLF with the legendary CENTURION walking on his left.
CHRIS PAGE
Ladies…
He politely states as he joins Brittani and Jacki. He kneels down, rubbing the back of his left hand across one of Jackie’s cat’s heads before leaning back into an upright position.
CHRIS PAGE
So, who’s ready to smack around a Cheney and a couple of Crowes? Ah. Excuse me, where are my manors? Brittani, Jacki may I introduce Candice Wolf and Centurion. They will be in our corner tonight in the off chance ol' Father Cheney or Mr. Crowe see fit to insert themselves into our affairs.
CENTURION
Ladies.
He nods his head as they all exchange pleasantries.
CHRIS PAGE
And Candice Wolf.
More pleasantries and the crowd pops at the sight of the proprietor of the wildly popular Velvet Rabbit Club in NYC – she's no stranger to the wrath of Father Cheney either.
CHRIS PAGE
In all seriousness, tonight, the three of us have been thrown into the lions den with three guys that have a combined weight of over nine hundred pounds. Common sense tells me they’re going to use that huge size to their advantage. Both of you are the ones that came to my aid, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let that be for nothing.
The crowd roars at Chris’ statement from inside the arena.
CHRIS PAGE
Brittani, you’ve been on the front lines against Father Cheney dating back to his protest at the Velvet Rabbit. Tonight is the night that you step to the forefront once again, only this time you can hurt him where it matters… inside the ring. Anyone can be a keyboard warrior like Father Cheney, but not everyone can back it up when it counts. You can.
Chris shifts his attention towards Jacki.
CHRIS PAGE
Jacki, I didn’t know a lot about you before this started; but you have shown me over the last few months that not only are you capable of being a major player in the business but that you have zero fear. Tonight, belongs to both of you. Let me make that perfectly clear.
There’s another massive ovation from the crowd as Chris now turns and directs his attention towards the camera as his cold blue eyes pierce through the lens.
CHRIS PAGE
Father Cheney, Brothers Crowe… You boys might be bigger, you might be stronger, you might have more experience as a team… but what you don’t have is heart. In just a little bit all this talk comes to an end because that bell's going to ring. When you look into the eyes of Jacki, Brittani or myself the LAST thing you see is fear. Your boys had best be ready for the shitstorm that’s about to blow in.
The camera shifts to Centurion who simply states.
CENTURION
Father Cheney, I hope you get involved.
He winks at the camera to a huge pop from the crowd as the scene fades.
CUT TO:
PROMO -- RECORDED EARLIER
Ursula Von Rossbach in a darkened room, lit only by a single light to her right. Minimalistic as always, she sports her traditional black leather wrestling garb, gloved fingers steeped before her and half shaved head lowered forward. Wisps of fog waft by, carried by a very faint current of air flowing through the area where this is being shot. She has not looked at the camera yet, her eyes downcast as she seems to be contemplative.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Expectation versus reality. Just because I am capable of monstrous acts, does not mean I will always play the part and while I am an intellectual at heart, that does not mean I will always choose diplomacy over violence.
Her eyes slowly drift upwards to meet the camera’s electronic gaze.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Everyone wants to fit in a tight little box that defines them as something or another while doing the same to others. I have never liked labels and had always felt them too confining. My opponent for the evening revels in his label of being a communist warrior.
The Lady Terminator tilts her head to the right, her expression hard to read as always.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Tyberius Veronin, I do not care about your beliefs in Communism or the symbolism of the hammer and sickle that is so very classic Soviet Russia. Your choice to wear that symbol, especially in this day and age currently, is very telling of the kind of person you are. You do not care what others think or feel, your inconsideration apparent by the tone deaf presentation during a time of war with the power that was once synonymous with that symbol.
A simple shrug suffices as a physical representation of her feelings on the matter.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Communism is a red herring, designed to distract by having people focus on that aspect of who you are as opposed to where it really counts, your in-ring capabilities and talent. You clearly know your way around submission holds, a savvy yet strong ring technician who has, thus far, managed to beat all comers to earn a shot at Silver State glory. To underestimate you is to court disaster, something nearly every opponent you have faced has done.
She crosses her hands behind her back, straightening her posture in the process.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
I assure you that such errors will not be made when we face each other here at the Equinox of Uprising. You enter my domain, aware of what you face but I am not sure you fully comprehend. You smile at the prospect of fighting me. Either you have underestimated me or grossly overestimated your capabilities as a fighter.
Her head tilts forward.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Regardless of which it is, you will be educated as to why not everyone should be so enthusiastic to step into the ring with the harbinger of destruction. When the bell rings, there will be no pity or remorse for the things I shall do to you in an effort to achieve ultimate victory, Mr. Veronin.
Then a sudden realization hits her as she says that last name one more time.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
I wonder if you are any relation to my ex-boyfriend. He was a Ukranian man who shared the same last name as you. How very interesting…
She turns and walks away, the promotional shoot coming to an end.
CONTENDER'S CLASH: TOTAL ANARCHY VS SILVER STATE
URSULA VON ROSSBACH vs TYBERIUS VORONIN
Both opponents stand in their corner, Tyberius Voronin wearing a devil may care smile on his face while Ursula Von Rossbach just stares back with her usual dour, expressionless face. Her head lowers forward as the bell rings and she starts with a purposeful stride towards her opponent, while Tyberius rushes and fakes for a lock up, but then goes for Ursula’s legs! She fights the takedown, hammering him with a double axe handle to the back. She then hoists him up on her shoulders for a powerbomb but he reverses by pushing off of her head and landing behind her. UVR turns right into THE DELIRIUM TRIGGER, getting rocked right off her feet! He goes for the armbar but Ursula surprises with a little flip right out of it and kicks him in the face!
Ursula turns her back for a moment, checking her glove momentarily. He pushes himself up using the ropes, the Lady Terminator’s back turned momentarily. Tyberius shoves off the ropes and runs right at her, only for Ursula to spin around with THE TERMINATOR KICK!!!! Voronin drops to his knees and slides past her, narrowly avoiding the devastating superkick to the jaw. He pops up and runs into the opposing ropes, leaps at her and is CAUGHT but with a flashy whirl it he locks on THE WADJETHOTEP SPECIAL!!! He’s hanging off of her left arm as she doesn’t go down! Snarling, Ursula locks her hands together, hunched over and fighting against his body weight and grip trying to hyperextend her elbow. With all her might, she heaves him up in the air. Voronin’s eyes go wide as he’s almost perfectly vertical, staring back into the cold, withering stare of his foe just moments before he’s brought crashing to the mat with such a violent impact that the armbar is broken and he lays there for a moment, cradling his head.
Ursula leans back into her corner, wringing her left arm. This gives Tyberius a moment to recover and he’s on his feet and rushing into the corner. Ursula throws a boot up but he catches it and pulls her hopping forward out of the corner! URSULA FIRES OFF A SURPRISE ENZIGURI BUT TYBERIUS DUCKS IT!!! She lands awkwardly on her knee, and he pulls her right into an STF HOLD! Once again, she uses her strength and pulls herself to the ropes, gripping the bottom to force the break up!
Tyberius backs the customary five steps as Ursula pushes herself up to her feet. The two share a knowing nod as they circle for a moment. The two lock up and immediately he goes for a Judo Throw, but Ursula’s Sambo training is instinctive, she hooks her leg with his and stops the toss, then locks her legs around her waist for a Sambo Legscissor Takedown, compressing his ribs for several seconds as he tries to fight his way out of it. He tries forcing her thighs apart, when that doesn’t work, he batters her padded knees with ineffective and awkwardly angled strikes. A few times his shoulders hit the mat and quick two counts are given before he’s forced to sit up. Finally, it takes him using what strength he has to push both himself and her around to where he is close enough to the ropes to grab them and now it’s Ursula’s turn to break the hold and back away!
Ursula backs away across the ring, adjusting her gloves as she watches and waits for Tyberius to get to his feet. He clutches at his ribs, fighting to recover his breath after such a long period of compression. She motions for him to come at her with two fingers. He rushes forth, going for Ursula’s arm and twists her into a wristlock. Ursula rolls forward and around, taking his arm and whipping him to the canvas with an arm drag. Both get to their feet, Voronin coming again and this time blocking a second armdrag with a forearm, followed by a Judo Armthrow! Ursula hits the canvas hard but recovers quickly, getting back to her feet. Tyberius rushes in with THE EYE OF HORUS KICK!!! Ursula falls flat on her back! TV goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-KICKOUT!
Ursula THROWS Tyberius off of her, sitting up with a whip of her hair. She looks directly at Tyberius with a withering stare that would make any human being second guess every action that led up to this moment! He goes right into the ropes as she gets to her feet. He rebounds and ducks a grapple. He hits the opposing ropes, comes back with a drop and a scissor legsweep that takes Ursula right off her feet! She goes down! Tyberius promptly locks on a Buffalo Sleeper, rolling her into a seated position with the left arm locked and the choke firmly pin play. She simply glares on, fighting out of the choke but he then takes her arm and rolls her onto her side, applying all of his body weight on it. Just before he can snap the arm, he fails to notice how close they are to the ropes and Ursula grabs on with her free hand, forcing another break-up.
She wrings her arm out as she pulls herself up and momentarily cradles the left arm. Once again, UVR is at risk of injuring the arm that nearly put her out of commission prior. This has to end now, and she knows it. Tyberius circles her in a worker’s walk, Ursula moves in with the Gastrizein kick and Tyberius side steps and rolls around behind her, getting to his feet and hitting the deadly BOLSHEVIK KICK to the back of Ursula’s head! She stumbles forward, shaken from the impact. Tyberius then hoists her up for THE CHECKMATE-NO URSULA REVERSES MID FLIP, TAKING HIM DOWN WITH TO THE MAT WITH AN IMPROVISED DDT!!!
Tyberius hits the canvas face first. Ursula rolls over him and locks both of his arms into a double chickenwing hold. She then hoists him up walks away from the center of the ring as he shakes his head and struggles, trying to fight his way out of her grip, she then turns, squats down and jumps forward with the brutal VON TERMINATOR BOMB! On impact she flips him over and holds him down for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
TTTTHHHRRREEEEE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): URSULA VON ROSSBACH
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Expectation versus reality. Just because I am capable of monstrous acts, does not mean I will always play the part and while I am an intellectual at heart, that does not mean I will always choose diplomacy over violence.
Her eyes slowly drift upwards to meet the camera’s electronic gaze.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Everyone wants to fit in a tight little box that defines them as something or another while doing the same to others. I have never liked labels and had always felt them too confining. My opponent for the evening revels in his label of being a communist warrior.
The Lady Terminator tilts her head to the right, her expression hard to read as always.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Tyberius Veronin, I do not care about your beliefs in Communism or the symbolism of the hammer and sickle that is so very classic Soviet Russia. Your choice to wear that symbol, especially in this day and age currently, is very telling of the kind of person you are. You do not care what others think or feel, your inconsideration apparent by the tone deaf presentation during a time of war with the power that was once synonymous with that symbol.
A simple shrug suffices as a physical representation of her feelings on the matter.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Communism is a red herring, designed to distract by having people focus on that aspect of who you are as opposed to where it really counts, your in-ring capabilities and talent. You clearly know your way around submission holds, a savvy yet strong ring technician who has, thus far, managed to beat all comers to earn a shot at Silver State glory. To underestimate you is to court disaster, something nearly every opponent you have faced has done.
She crosses her hands behind her back, straightening her posture in the process.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
I assure you that such errors will not be made when we face each other here at the Equinox of Uprising. You enter my domain, aware of what you face but I am not sure you fully comprehend. You smile at the prospect of fighting me. Either you have underestimated me or grossly overestimated your capabilities as a fighter.
Her head tilts forward.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Regardless of which it is, you will be educated as to why not everyone should be so enthusiastic to step into the ring with the harbinger of destruction. When the bell rings, there will be no pity or remorse for the things I shall do to you in an effort to achieve ultimate victory, Mr. Veronin.
Then a sudden realization hits her as she says that last name one more time.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
I wonder if you are any relation to my ex-boyfriend. He was a Ukranian man who shared the same last name as you. How very interesting…
She turns and walks away, the promotional shoot coming to an end.
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BOSTON HOUSE OF BLUES — THE RING
CONTENDER'S CLASH: TOTAL ANARCHY VS SILVER STATE
URSULA VON ROSSBACH vs TYBERIUS VORONIN
Both opponents stand in their corner, Tyberius Voronin wearing a devil may care smile on his face while Ursula Von Rossbach just stares back with her usual dour, expressionless face. Her head lowers forward as the bell rings and she starts with a purposeful stride towards her opponent, while Tyberius rushes and fakes for a lock up, but then goes for Ursula’s legs! She fights the takedown, hammering him with a double axe handle to the back. She then hoists him up on her shoulders for a powerbomb but he reverses by pushing off of her head and landing behind her. UVR turns right into THE DELIRIUM TRIGGER, getting rocked right off her feet! He goes for the armbar but Ursula surprises with a little flip right out of it and kicks him in the face!
Ursula turns her back for a moment, checking her glove momentarily. He pushes himself up using the ropes, the Lady Terminator’s back turned momentarily. Tyberius shoves off the ropes and runs right at her, only for Ursula to spin around with THE TERMINATOR KICK!!!! Voronin drops to his knees and slides past her, narrowly avoiding the devastating superkick to the jaw. He pops up and runs into the opposing ropes, leaps at her and is CAUGHT but with a flashy whirl it he locks on THE WADJETHOTEP SPECIAL!!! He’s hanging off of her left arm as she doesn’t go down! Snarling, Ursula locks her hands together, hunched over and fighting against his body weight and grip trying to hyperextend her elbow. With all her might, she heaves him up in the air. Voronin’s eyes go wide as he’s almost perfectly vertical, staring back into the cold, withering stare of his foe just moments before he’s brought crashing to the mat with such a violent impact that the armbar is broken and he lays there for a moment, cradling his head.
Ursula leans back into her corner, wringing her left arm. This gives Tyberius a moment to recover and he’s on his feet and rushing into the corner. Ursula throws a boot up but he catches it and pulls her hopping forward out of the corner! URSULA FIRES OFF A SURPRISE ENZIGURI BUT TYBERIUS DUCKS IT!!! She lands awkwardly on her knee, and he pulls her right into an STF HOLD! Once again, she uses her strength and pulls herself to the ropes, gripping the bottom to force the break up!
Tyberius backs the customary five steps as Ursula pushes herself up to her feet. The two share a knowing nod as they circle for a moment. The two lock up and immediately he goes for a Judo Throw, but Ursula’s Sambo training is instinctive, she hooks her leg with his and stops the toss, then locks her legs around her waist for a Sambo Legscissor Takedown, compressing his ribs for several seconds as he tries to fight his way out of it. He tries forcing her thighs apart, when that doesn’t work, he batters her padded knees with ineffective and awkwardly angled strikes. A few times his shoulders hit the mat and quick two counts are given before he’s forced to sit up. Finally, it takes him using what strength he has to push both himself and her around to where he is close enough to the ropes to grab them and now it’s Ursula’s turn to break the hold and back away!
Ursula backs away across the ring, adjusting her gloves as she watches and waits for Tyberius to get to his feet. He clutches at his ribs, fighting to recover his breath after such a long period of compression. She motions for him to come at her with two fingers. He rushes forth, going for Ursula’s arm and twists her into a wristlock. Ursula rolls forward and around, taking his arm and whipping him to the canvas with an arm drag. Both get to their feet, Voronin coming again and this time blocking a second armdrag with a forearm, followed by a Judo Armthrow! Ursula hits the canvas hard but recovers quickly, getting back to her feet. Tyberius rushes in with THE EYE OF HORUS KICK!!! Ursula falls flat on her back! TV goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-KICKOUT!
Ursula THROWS Tyberius off of her, sitting up with a whip of her hair. She looks directly at Tyberius with a withering stare that would make any human being second guess every action that led up to this moment! He goes right into the ropes as she gets to her feet. He rebounds and ducks a grapple. He hits the opposing ropes, comes back with a drop and a scissor legsweep that takes Ursula right off her feet! She goes down! Tyberius promptly locks on a Buffalo Sleeper, rolling her into a seated position with the left arm locked and the choke firmly pin play. She simply glares on, fighting out of the choke but he then takes her arm and rolls her onto her side, applying all of his body weight on it. Just before he can snap the arm, he fails to notice how close they are to the ropes and Ursula grabs on with her free hand, forcing another break-up.
She wrings her arm out as she pulls herself up and momentarily cradles the left arm. Once again, UVR is at risk of injuring the arm that nearly put her out of commission prior. This has to end now, and she knows it. Tyberius circles her in a worker’s walk, Ursula moves in with the Gastrizein kick and Tyberius side steps and rolls around behind her, getting to his feet and hitting the deadly BOLSHEVIK KICK to the back of Ursula’s head! She stumbles forward, shaken from the impact. Tyberius then hoists her up for THE CHECKMATE-NO URSULA REVERSES MID FLIP, TAKING HIM DOWN WITH TO THE MAT WITH AN IMPROVISED DDT!!!
Tyberius hits the canvas face first. Ursula rolls over him and locks both of his arms into a double chickenwing hold. She then hoists him up walks away from the center of the ring as he shakes his head and struggles, trying to fight his way out of her grip, she then turns, squats down and jumps forward with the brutal VON TERMINATOR BOMB! On impact she flips him over and holds him down for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
TTTTHHHRRREEEEE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): URSULA VON ROSSBACH
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PROMO -- RECORDED EARLIER
A ring of candles illuminates a figure sitting cross-legged, her face obscured by a crown of bone and antlers.
REGAN VOORHEES
This animal died of natural causes, I assure you. And his bones will be given a proper burial after tonight, but one can hardly begrudge me a bit of ceremony when engaging a legendary creature said to awaken the most unspeakable of appetites.
Regan uncrowns herself, taking the skull and placing it on the floor in front of her. Her makeup is less immaculate than usual, red mascara streaking into trails of blood running from her eyes, down to her cheeks.
REGAN VOORHEES
I look forward to our confrontation, Wendigo. An opportunity to match your monstrousness against my own. The Duchess of Pork, Empress of Meat, Slaughterella herself against a being so ravenous, so insidious, that it corrupts and ruins the souls of anyone unfortunate enough to come into contact with her.
The Duchess licks her lips, an appetite welling up inside her.
REGAN VOORHEES
I do so hope you’ll live up to the reputation of your namesake, creature of the frozen north, siren singer of killers and cannibals - the one person or monster or thing that could rekindle in me something that has seemed notable lacking. Full disclosure, this year has been something of a sophomore slump, and for the lady who has everything yet still wants more, that simply won’t do.
The candles flicker, casting ghostly shadows over her own deathly complexion.
REGAN VOORHEES
I’m not someone who settles for second-best, Wendy. Kalinda took my tag team titles and Crystal Dunwich pinned me in what was meant to be my triumphant return. A sad, sickening failure-strewn 2022 that I know deep within my heart I’m better than. But one mustn’t try to convince the world of their superiority if they are incapable of proving it. Which makes this match with you all the more important.
A finger curls beneath her bottom lip, the nail accented perfectly in red, as the Duchess ponders.
REGAN VOORHEES
I was willing to use my own blood to drown a person. Despite my exceptional and abundant upbringing, I have never shied away from the most horrific of violence. Truth be told I’m a bit of what the kids would call “a sick fuck.” But so are you. You wouldn’t name yourself after a mythological monster if you weren’t. And if you’re actually convinced you’re that monster, made flesh, well then, that makes things so much more interesting. I can abide my fellow sadists, Wendy. But eating meat? That’s just abhorrent.
She snorts, not unpiglike, and then takes back the skull and antlers, recrowning herself.
REGAN VOORHEES
Be the monster you claim to be, Wendigo. I want nothing less. It’s the only way I can hope to awake a monster of my own.
An icy wind blows through, the candles flicking in a feeble attempt to withstand the gale, before the flames die and leave smoking wicks behind. An image flashes across the screen, barely long enough to register.
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REGAN VOORHEES
This animal died of natural causes, I assure you. And his bones will be given a proper burial after tonight, but one can hardly begrudge me a bit of ceremony when engaging a legendary creature said to awaken the most unspeakable of appetites.
Regan uncrowns herself, taking the skull and placing it on the floor in front of her. Her makeup is less immaculate than usual, red mascara streaking into trails of blood running from her eyes, down to her cheeks.
REGAN VOORHEES
I look forward to our confrontation, Wendigo. An opportunity to match your monstrousness against my own. The Duchess of Pork, Empress of Meat, Slaughterella herself against a being so ravenous, so insidious, that it corrupts and ruins the souls of anyone unfortunate enough to come into contact with her.
The Duchess licks her lips, an appetite welling up inside her.
REGAN VOORHEES
I do so hope you’ll live up to the reputation of your namesake, creature of the frozen north, siren singer of killers and cannibals - the one person or monster or thing that could rekindle in me something that has seemed notable lacking. Full disclosure, this year has been something of a sophomore slump, and for the lady who has everything yet still wants more, that simply won’t do.
The candles flicker, casting ghostly shadows over her own deathly complexion.
REGAN VOORHEES
I’m not someone who settles for second-best, Wendy. Kalinda took my tag team titles and Crystal Dunwich pinned me in what was meant to be my triumphant return. A sad, sickening failure-strewn 2022 that I know deep within my heart I’m better than. But one mustn’t try to convince the world of their superiority if they are incapable of proving it. Which makes this match with you all the more important.
A finger curls beneath her bottom lip, the nail accented perfectly in red, as the Duchess ponders.
REGAN VOORHEES
I was willing to use my own blood to drown a person. Despite my exceptional and abundant upbringing, I have never shied away from the most horrific of violence. Truth be told I’m a bit of what the kids would call “a sick fuck.” But so are you. You wouldn’t name yourself after a mythological monster if you weren’t. And if you’re actually convinced you’re that monster, made flesh, well then, that makes things so much more interesting. I can abide my fellow sadists, Wendy. But eating meat? That’s just abhorrent.
She snorts, not unpiglike, and then takes back the skull and antlers, recrowning herself.
REGAN VOORHEES
Be the monster you claim to be, Wendigo. I want nothing less. It’s the only way I can hope to awake a monster of my own.
An icy wind blows through, the candles flicking in a feeble attempt to withstand the gale, before the flames die and leave smoking wicks behind. An image flashes across the screen, barely long enough to register.
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CUT TO:
BOSTON HOUSE OF BLUES — RINGSIDE STAGE
We return from another KAYFABE AIRLINES sponsored ad break to find a rowdy crowd and a band on stage. Upon closer inspection, it's none other than Devilition, the band fronted by GRIFFIN HAWKINS! GRAHAM CLAUSON sits behind the drum kit and the camera pulls in close on his face.
GC
All day, every day since Jack decided to confront me… Those drum skins have been his face. I’ve been smashing the bass drum pedal like it’s me stomping on him. By the time I am finished, Jackie’s going to be wearing clown colors again - but without face paint…
We hear someone in the background say “Daddy, chill!”, which elicits a smirk from Graham while a few others on stage chuckle.
GC
I know I shouldn’t let him get under my skin, but that dude… You know… I’ve been called many things in my life… Many other things said are even more tame. But shit, we're rolling live now so let’s speak directly to the little bastard. Unfortunately, I have to start off complimenting him because…you speak more truth than you realize, Jack. One: you’re right. Griff’s hair is a dye-job, even my husband agrees.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
(off-camera)
HEY!
Graham looks over at Griff, puckering his lips and committing to two quick smooch sounds before continuing.
GC
And two… Maybe I am a scared little man. But not scared of the things you think. How about we talk about what you actually fear, Jackie. What you fear is that you don’t command that aura that you think you do. That swagger. That…you know, "swang your nuts in a dude’s face daring him to do something about it" air about you. You’re just like every other fragile piece of shit ego in this business. It’s not anything about mental illness, you’re no different than anyone else. You’re scared some new lion came in and took your spot at the table. You also think I still fear deeply that I’m not good enough in anyone’s eyes, so I’m going to fear you. And that was your first mistake. You having a championship reign means jack shit to me, it doesn’t intimidate me one damn bit. The only thing I fear is disappointing those who depend on me, and you sure as hell ain’t family.
His eyes narrow slightly as he continues.
GC
I keep telling you I’m going to take these folks there and they better be prepared for a fight when they challenge me, but then I get these fake-ass tough-guys like Jackie who’s got much more to lose than I do! Then he has the cojones to tell me that I’m fake? I saw it in his eyes that he knew he had to backpedal that shit quick before he dug himself into a further hole than he already did. It makes total sense why he came out chicken-squawking; all because he knows that I’m a roadblock to something he wants. Last I checked, Griff’s the guy to beat. If I wanted to be that kind of asshole…
Graham tilts his head, a little bit of a nervous look away with grit teeth before he continues.
GC
…which I can be at times, he knows I could easily bust that bass drum over his head if I really wanted to. But, I also have much more respect for Griff and this company to do that. There is no illusion otherwise of my aspirations between Griff and I, and we know that’s just how the business works. Today we’re a team, but tomorrow we could be on opposite corners. But, I’m not going to act all butthurt like Jackie. Jackie be all hot and bothered like Will Smith after Jada gave him the side-eye after I made that trash-bagger comment. Awww… Did I throw fire on the troll? Did I strike a nerve? Did that comment resonate with you and make you feel some kind of way? But yet, pot coming out calling the sandal fuschia…what was it you said again about newer talent to the promotion on the Twitbox? That "it wouldn’t end well trying to latch onto" you?
He lets out a bitter chuckle.
GC
Yeah, sure, I sure as hell fucked with you and said that it sounded like a challenge. Spirit of competition, you poked the bear and the bear noticed. But, you on the other hand, couldn’t wait to stroll your ass down to the ring to tell me how long-winded and annoying I am under the guise of giving a fuck about the fans. Jack caring a damn about anyone other than himself is a premium membership at fakeasfuck.com. But also: Are you that damn easy to trigger, bruh bruh? Damn, what are we? Chris Rock and Will Smith at the Oscars? I don’t know what to think of this… I mean, should I switch back to the Heterosexual Team and start banging your bitch now just to seal the comparison in?
This causes some laughter within the room, Graham trying to sell confusion but also appearing amused with his comment.
GC
I mean, should I change my name to August too while I’m at it? Shit! But, maybe… just maybe…that’s because that’s really you projecting your fears, Jack. You’re transferring your own insecurities to me so you have someone to blame while you’re licking those wounds, sitting all lonely in whatever the hell brought you here tonight back to the Bayou after I ultimately win this match. All jokes aside, I don’t give two shits about who you think you are, or what you are about to do tonight by stepping into the ring with me. But fine…I hope your lung capacity’s up, Jack… The smoke is indeed coming to choke you out. You can’t just walk up to a real one with that little-dick energy like you did and think you’re going to walk away without getting your shit rocked!
At this point, Graham slams his drum sticks into a drum so hard that it actually punctures it!
GC
Shoot’s on now, bitch…
Graham stands up from the drum kit and walks away out of view. Griffin finally speaks, calming the restless crowd.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
How many of you all came to see a show tonight?!
The crowd goes insane.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
We're here in the House Of Blues...and I was thinking you can't have a show in this arena without the Jukebox Hero! Even though I'm not wrestling tonight, I'm STILL gonna be here where all the action is. I mean...we got Boston's favorite son Reno Nevada...
The crowd pops at the mention of the name, a massive chant breaking out.
RENO! RENO! RENO!
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
Against that silver spoon sucking sissy boy Chris Mosh...
The crowd boos.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
Some may like Reno...some may hate Reno...but the one thing you can respect is that he's his own man and he refuses to sit back and be just another drone for Marisol. Personally, I'm hoping he gives Mosh the beating he deserves...
GC, back behind the kit, proceeds to hit up a drum solo much to the delight of the Boston crowd.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
...exactly like that! In speaking of Marisol...there's her match with Sam Tolson! If Sam wins, she's the number one contender to the UPRISING Title...if Marisol wins..all the members of the 1 Percent is the number one contender. Which ones would I rather face? Well, I already slapped Mosh around....I wouldn't mind giving Marisol's pussy whipped boyfriend...or hey...maybe Marisol can stop hiding behind her clients and actually fight me one on one! On the other hand...I wouldn't mind facing Tolson. It'd be good to fight someone who earned this opportunity instead of someone who whined and cried and politicked their way into getting a shot they didn't even deserve in the first place Whatever the outcome....
He takes his guitar Norma Jean and plays a solo as GC plays drums in the background.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
Somebody's gonna get rocked! Thank you, Boston! You're a beautiful audience!
The crowd cheers as we fade from the scene, heading backstage to catch up with one of our trios teams.
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EXT. SOMEWHERE IN BOSTON
The scene opens with a view of the Boston harbor. The camera finds three familiar young women. The camera pans over the three women as they all are in a downward dog pose, their hips lifted in the air. Each of the three women has their own color yoga pants. A light blue, with silver glittery initials P W on either cheek. A black, with gold glittery C S, and a gold with white glittery F J. It’s none other than TBM Cali.
PATIENCE WINTERS
Breathe in…
She says, as the girls synchronize their inhaling and exhaling to focus and meditate. It has been a strenuous outing, being as absolutely fabulous as they are, as well as undoubtedly the top trio in Uprising.
PATIENCE WINTERS
And breathe out…
She follows up, as all three exhale slowly, letting their stress out, so they can be focused on the opposition at Equinox.
PATIENCE WINTERS
Alright, girls. Are you ready for Equinox?
FAITH JENSEN
Ugh, more like Doxepin. Because any time I see Hayley Dark in the ring, I just wanna go to sleep.
The Second Coming says with a very disapproving tone toward their opposition. The Belonging, who are the current Trios Champions.
CARMEN SANTANA
It’s one of the two days a year day and night are perfectly balanced. It’s the day that we restore order. The beautiful just BELONG on top and BELONG with the gold. Freaks and outcasts? That’s dangerous! Someone is going to have just enough nerve to humiliate themselves just because a weirdo is at the top. Some subpar loser will try to ask out the pretty girl and be devastated to learn not EVERYTHING is possible.
THE California Dream sighs with a bit of concern. Faith looks over to nod in agreement.
FAITH JENSEN
Right? When we take those titles it will be better for us, for Uprising, and even the safety and well-being of all the fans. Different folks have different ceilings. People have to learn to accept that. Or else they might bust their hands open from punching up so hard, or they aim so high and fail that when they fall they crash through the floor, buried in their own failure and self-loathing.
PATIENCE WINTERS
Exactly, Carmen. It's called a glass ceiling for a reason. They try to break through, and they only hurt themselves. Hayley and the Belonging need to know their place, and it is certainly beneath us.
Patience says with a smarmy tone of voice. The trio are clearly determined to liberate the titles for their own cause.
CARMEN SANTANA
Don’t get us wrong, they have every right to be proud of the heights they were able to reach! It’s truly unlikely. They’re flying higher than they were ever supposed to. The double-edged sword? When it’s all over? When balance is restored, their fall back into obscurity is a longer trip down. But maybe they’ll learn not to fly so high. The three of us? We’re hotter than the sun, and when we meet in that ring? They’ll simply be way too close.
PATIENCE WINTERS
Now, ladies… we have a very important night ahead of us. They want to label us as braindead Barbie dolls? Well, they fail to realize that Barbie can do anything. Not only that, she looks best with accessories. And those titles are the perfect accessory for us.
FAITH JENSEN
They'll be perfect, as soon as we sanitize them, because ew.
CARMEN SANTANA
Obviously, every new day starts with a shower. Most people in Boston don’t understand that, though.
Carmen seems to have an idea as she looks into the water. She even starts to dip her right index finger in. Patience snaps her fingers in front of Carmen’s face. Faith takes her by the left hand.
FAITH JENSEN
I know what you’re thinking, but we have a pool for that. Besides, you know some filthy Bostonians totally pissed in there.
Carmen gags, disgusted as she rips her hand away.
CARMEN SANTANA
God, you’re so right! Don’t touch me! Now we need to clean up EVERYWHERE. We might get infected otherwise! The last thing we need is the taint of the mediocre city on us before. I need a shower.
She shudders in revulsion.
PATIENCE WINTERS
Against those three? Shower beforehand, that way afterward, you only need to shower two times in a row and not four.
The three rise and pick up their mats and turn to walk off. The camera once again pans over their behinds before it fades to black.
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PATIENCE WINTERS
Breathe in…
She says, as the girls synchronize their inhaling and exhaling to focus and meditate. It has been a strenuous outing, being as absolutely fabulous as they are, as well as undoubtedly the top trio in Uprising.
PATIENCE WINTERS
And breathe out…
She follows up, as all three exhale slowly, letting their stress out, so they can be focused on the opposition at Equinox.
PATIENCE WINTERS
Alright, girls. Are you ready for Equinox?
FAITH JENSEN
Ugh, more like Doxepin. Because any time I see Hayley Dark in the ring, I just wanna go to sleep.
The Second Coming says with a very disapproving tone toward their opposition. The Belonging, who are the current Trios Champions.
CARMEN SANTANA
It’s one of the two days a year day and night are perfectly balanced. It’s the day that we restore order. The beautiful just BELONG on top and BELONG with the gold. Freaks and outcasts? That’s dangerous! Someone is going to have just enough nerve to humiliate themselves just because a weirdo is at the top. Some subpar loser will try to ask out the pretty girl and be devastated to learn not EVERYTHING is possible.
THE California Dream sighs with a bit of concern. Faith looks over to nod in agreement.
FAITH JENSEN
Right? When we take those titles it will be better for us, for Uprising, and even the safety and well-being of all the fans. Different folks have different ceilings. People have to learn to accept that. Or else they might bust their hands open from punching up so hard, or they aim so high and fail that when they fall they crash through the floor, buried in their own failure and self-loathing.
PATIENCE WINTERS
Exactly, Carmen. It's called a glass ceiling for a reason. They try to break through, and they only hurt themselves. Hayley and the Belonging need to know their place, and it is certainly beneath us.
Patience says with a smarmy tone of voice. The trio are clearly determined to liberate the titles for their own cause.
CARMEN SANTANA
Don’t get us wrong, they have every right to be proud of the heights they were able to reach! It’s truly unlikely. They’re flying higher than they were ever supposed to. The double-edged sword? When it’s all over? When balance is restored, their fall back into obscurity is a longer trip down. But maybe they’ll learn not to fly so high. The three of us? We’re hotter than the sun, and when we meet in that ring? They’ll simply be way too close.
PATIENCE WINTERS
Now, ladies… we have a very important night ahead of us. They want to label us as braindead Barbie dolls? Well, they fail to realize that Barbie can do anything. Not only that, she looks best with accessories. And those titles are the perfect accessory for us.
FAITH JENSEN
They'll be perfect, as soon as we sanitize them, because ew.
CARMEN SANTANA
Obviously, every new day starts with a shower. Most people in Boston don’t understand that, though.
Carmen seems to have an idea as she looks into the water. She even starts to dip her right index finger in. Patience snaps her fingers in front of Carmen’s face. Faith takes her by the left hand.
FAITH JENSEN
I know what you’re thinking, but we have a pool for that. Besides, you know some filthy Bostonians totally pissed in there.
Carmen gags, disgusted as she rips her hand away.
CARMEN SANTANA
God, you’re so right! Don’t touch me! Now we need to clean up EVERYWHERE. We might get infected otherwise! The last thing we need is the taint of the mediocre city on us before. I need a shower.
She shudders in revulsion.
PATIENCE WINTERS
Against those three? Shower beforehand, that way afterward, you only need to shower two times in a row and not four.
The three rise and pick up their mats and turn to walk off. The camera once again pans over their behinds before it fades to black.
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CUT TO:
PROMO -- RECORDED EARLIER
We head backstage where we see the UPRISING Trios Champions The Belonging are in their customary huddle.
HAYLEY DARK
There are some who would paint me as a snake oil salesman, a used car dealer, someone who says what people want to hear and is false, a hypocrite. You only have to listen to people like our opponents tonight, #TBMCALI, who called me out on certain... uh... remarks I made about those fine ladies. Saying for someone who promotes inclusivity, I should not make such remarks about them. Well, you may feel they have a point, but my remarks stem from the fact that they, and the way they act, portray themselves and look down on others... it gives off a very negative energy. I am not saying that they cannot BELONG, but while they’re acting as they are? It’s simply not possible. Because in the Belonging, we promote positive vibes, good energies. It is about coming together to overcome challenges, not only in matches and with other people but within yourself. Because the biggest obstacle to achieving your goals is always yourself. People follow me, listen to me not because I am some omnipotent, all seeing, all knowing demigod. Because I am not that, and I have never claimed to be that. My one great skill is empathy, because I have been to the bottom of the barrel, I have stared into the abyss and seen nothing but endless darkness. Unlike so many who would put themselves above others, I embrace others as equals because I have felt their pain, I have experienced their suffering. And just because we stand here as champions today, we have not forgotten the path we have walked to get here. And all of you fans who walked that journey with us, from the highest highs to the lowest lows... thank you. We all walk together. Belong together.
DOORSTOP
You see, our opponents have no empathy... for any of you. They look down on you, look down on us. It’s all self, self, self and to hell with everyone else. Is that a way to get ahead? Sure. But there is strength in solidarity; a common goal, a common purpose, a common being. We stand for something greater than a pretty face or a twitter shitpost. Because from the most powerful leader to the beggar on the street, we are all human, we have all done our share of stupid and unsavoury things. And when you really think about it, is anyone truly greater than everyone else? People can do great things, sure, but that is something we are ALL capable of, not just an elite few.
ARABELLA BLACKHEART
Greatness is not genetic. You aren’t born to be great. You work to be great. And it’s something we are all capable of, if we apply ourselves properly and support each other. The Belonging stands not for the brilliance of the few, but for the strength of the many. So that, #TBMCALI, is why we poke at you. Why you cannot belong. Because you are elitist and up your own asses. The way you act, carry yourselves and the message you put out there is EXACTLY what we as a group stand so rigidly against. You act like you are perfect, but you are not. Nobody is. But you know what? That’s okay. We all fall sometimes. It’s just a question of getting back up. And that will always be easier when those closest to you offer you a hand. Together, we can achieve anything.
Hayley grins.
HAYLEY DARK
So tonight... we will show you, firsthand, up close and personal... just how strong togetherness is. Because we are so much more than just the UPRISING Trios Champions. We are striving to make the world a better, more inclusive place. One fallen friend at a time. Come at us girls... and feel our power.
With that, we head back to ringside.
TRIOS CHAMPIONSHPS
THE BELONGING (c) vs #TBMCALI
Hayley avoids a telegraphed bitch slap from Patience that turns out to be a mistake since it sets her up for a Japanese armdrag. Patience follows it up with that second rope legdrop and it connects, leaving Hayley in agony. She backs off, making a quick tag to Faith. She bounces off the ropes and the moment Hayley is up, levels her again with a gorgeous enzuigiri – NO! Hayley catches the leg and dumps her on her back, stomping on her knee before turning towards her corner. Faith lunches and drags her back down, ending up with Hayley catching herself on the side ropes! Faith gets up, looking to settle the score but Hayley nails a handspring dropkick that sends Faith flipping over the top rope to the floor. Hayley immediately dives over the top rope onto Faith with a suicida, getting a huge pop from the crowd! They brawl a little on the outside, neither really getting an advantage before Faith breaks off only to be tripped into the ring steps. Hayley brings Faith up to her feet by the arm, slamming the limb onto the ring post! She then attempts to wrap her arm, but Faith is not having it, as she puts a foot on the steps and back elbows Hayley, forcing her off. Throwing Hayley back into the ring, she gets up onto the apron only to be dropkicked right on the shoulder – she reaches out and grabs Hayley by the hair, dragging her down on the top rope for a choke that sends Hayley crashing back, gasping for air. Faith wastes no time, tagging Carmen and the pair blast Hayley with the Rodeo Driver!!
PATIENCE AND FAITH CUT OFF DOORSTOP AND ARABELLA AS THE CROWD SURGES TO THEIR FEET, A WALL OF NOISE THERE AS CARMEN GRABS A HANDFUL OF THE TIGHTS AND ROLLS HAYLEY DARK UP TIGHT, MAKING SURE HER SHOULDERS ARE DOWN EVEN THOUGH SHE'S BASICALLY DEAD WEIGHT OUT COLD!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DOORSTOP BREAKS FREE AND SLIDES INTO THE RING, CRASHING INTO THE DUO BUT IT'S A SPLIT SECOND TOO LATE AND THE DAMAGE IS DONE! WE HAVE NEW TRIOS CHAMPIONS!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL) AND NEW TRIOS CHAMPIONS: #TBMCALI
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HAYLEY DARK
There are some who would paint me as a snake oil salesman, a used car dealer, someone who says what people want to hear and is false, a hypocrite. You only have to listen to people like our opponents tonight, #TBMCALI, who called me out on certain... uh... remarks I made about those fine ladies. Saying for someone who promotes inclusivity, I should not make such remarks about them. Well, you may feel they have a point, but my remarks stem from the fact that they, and the way they act, portray themselves and look down on others... it gives off a very negative energy. I am not saying that they cannot BELONG, but while they’re acting as they are? It’s simply not possible. Because in the Belonging, we promote positive vibes, good energies. It is about coming together to overcome challenges, not only in matches and with other people but within yourself. Because the biggest obstacle to achieving your goals is always yourself. People follow me, listen to me not because I am some omnipotent, all seeing, all knowing demigod. Because I am not that, and I have never claimed to be that. My one great skill is empathy, because I have been to the bottom of the barrel, I have stared into the abyss and seen nothing but endless darkness. Unlike so many who would put themselves above others, I embrace others as equals because I have felt their pain, I have experienced their suffering. And just because we stand here as champions today, we have not forgotten the path we have walked to get here. And all of you fans who walked that journey with us, from the highest highs to the lowest lows... thank you. We all walk together. Belong together.
DOORSTOP
You see, our opponents have no empathy... for any of you. They look down on you, look down on us. It’s all self, self, self and to hell with everyone else. Is that a way to get ahead? Sure. But there is strength in solidarity; a common goal, a common purpose, a common being. We stand for something greater than a pretty face or a twitter shitpost. Because from the most powerful leader to the beggar on the street, we are all human, we have all done our share of stupid and unsavoury things. And when you really think about it, is anyone truly greater than everyone else? People can do great things, sure, but that is something we are ALL capable of, not just an elite few.
ARABELLA BLACKHEART
Greatness is not genetic. You aren’t born to be great. You work to be great. And it’s something we are all capable of, if we apply ourselves properly and support each other. The Belonging stands not for the brilliance of the few, but for the strength of the many. So that, #TBMCALI, is why we poke at you. Why you cannot belong. Because you are elitist and up your own asses. The way you act, carry yourselves and the message you put out there is EXACTLY what we as a group stand so rigidly against. You act like you are perfect, but you are not. Nobody is. But you know what? That’s okay. We all fall sometimes. It’s just a question of getting back up. And that will always be easier when those closest to you offer you a hand. Together, we can achieve anything.
Hayley grins.
HAYLEY DARK
So tonight... we will show you, firsthand, up close and personal... just how strong togetherness is. Because we are so much more than just the UPRISING Trios Champions. We are striving to make the world a better, more inclusive place. One fallen friend at a time. Come at us girls... and feel our power.
With that, we head back to ringside.
CUT TO:
BOSTON HOUSE OF BLUES — THE RING
TRIOS CHAMPIONSHPS
THE BELONGING (c) vs #TBMCALI
Hayley avoids a telegraphed bitch slap from Patience that turns out to be a mistake since it sets her up for a Japanese armdrag. Patience follows it up with that second rope legdrop and it connects, leaving Hayley in agony. She backs off, making a quick tag to Faith. She bounces off the ropes and the moment Hayley is up, levels her again with a gorgeous enzuigiri – NO! Hayley catches the leg and dumps her on her back, stomping on her knee before turning towards her corner. Faith lunches and drags her back down, ending up with Hayley catching herself on the side ropes! Faith gets up, looking to settle the score but Hayley nails a handspring dropkick that sends Faith flipping over the top rope to the floor. Hayley immediately dives over the top rope onto Faith with a suicida, getting a huge pop from the crowd! They brawl a little on the outside, neither really getting an advantage before Faith breaks off only to be tripped into the ring steps. Hayley brings Faith up to her feet by the arm, slamming the limb onto the ring post! She then attempts to wrap her arm, but Faith is not having it, as she puts a foot on the steps and back elbows Hayley, forcing her off. Throwing Hayley back into the ring, she gets up onto the apron only to be dropkicked right on the shoulder – she reaches out and grabs Hayley by the hair, dragging her down on the top rope for a choke that sends Hayley crashing back, gasping for air. Faith wastes no time, tagging Carmen and the pair blast Hayley with the Rodeo Driver!!
PATIENCE AND FAITH CUT OFF DOORSTOP AND ARABELLA AS THE CROWD SURGES TO THEIR FEET, A WALL OF NOISE THERE AS CARMEN GRABS A HANDFUL OF THE TIGHTS AND ROLLS HAYLEY DARK UP TIGHT, MAKING SURE HER SHOULDERS ARE DOWN EVEN THOUGH SHE'S BASICALLY DEAD WEIGHT OUT COLD!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DOORSTOP BREAKS FREE AND SLIDES INTO THE RING, CRASHING INTO THE DUO BUT IT'S A SPLIT SECOND TOO LATE AND THE DAMAGE IS DONE! WE HAVE NEW TRIOS CHAMPIONS!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL) AND NEW TRIOS CHAMPIONS: #TBMCALI
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BOSTON HOUSE OF BLUES — THE RING
JACK MOREAU vs GRAHAM CLAUSON
EARFQUAKE by Galleons blast across the packed room as Graham Clauson walks down the ramp toward the ring with a serious look and a boulder-sized chip on his shoulder. The reception from the crowd is a mix, if not a little lukewarm. He’s about halfway to the ring when out of nowhere, Jack Moreau comes running out from the tunnel. The crowd erupts as the camera moves aside just as the King Bastard slams his forearm into GC’s back! Music cuts off and the house lights rise as GC goes tumbling down to ringside with Jack hurrying after him. After sending several hard stomps into GC’s back and side, Jack grabs and pulls him up off the ground. GC pushes him back and throws a hard punch that twists the other man on his ankles. Jack fires back with one, and then a second punch.
GC grabs after the King Bastard and briefly sinks in a headlock, but Jack turns and shoves the other man forward, sending him face first into the steel ring post. GC flops onto the black padded concrete floor. In the ring, referee Stef Delano is urging them to get in the ring so she can start the match. Jack picks the other man up and pulls him in for a suplex on the concrete floor. GC blocks with his leg! He hoists Jack vertically into the air before dropping backward for a suplex! The King Bastard arches his spine and grabs at the lumbar region as GC tries to stand. Clauson ends up stumbling away, still seeing stars from that head smack into the ring post.
Jack slowly gets onto his feet, using the barricade to stand. Clauson turns around to see the other man stand. He takes off running and CLOTHESLINES JACK OVER THE BARRICADE! The fans scatter as the two big men fly over top and crash to the floor, sending black folding chairs scattering. Clauson is up first, and he forces Jack to his feet by the hair on the back of the man’s head. He then starts leading him through the narrow aisle toward the flight of stairs leading up to the lower bowl.
Jack grabs a guard rail, forcing GC to stop and hit a handful of stiff forearms to loosen the man back up, before continuing to drag him up the steps. The production truck switches to a camera positioned on the opposite side of the room, zoomed in to catch them as they continue up several flights, all the way to the top of the lower bowl. Jack fights back. He sends a hard elbow into GC’s liver that twists the man’s face in pain. He straightens up, grabs GC by the neck and headbutts him in the forehead! GC wobbles! Jack then grabs him by the back of his head, turns, and throws GC down the stairs! Clauson tumbles down two dozen steps before sliding across the floor, knocking chairs over and are now empty as security forces fans away from the carnage. Jack gingerly descends the steps, giving a few shakes to clear his head as he does. At the bottom he grabs GC, picks him up, and then runs him down a narrow space between the seats to toss the man over the railing and onto the ringside floor.
Jack jumps over and bends down to pick GC up. He then turns to whip the Ohio native down the length of the ring. GC counters! Jack is yanked forward and sent straight into the steel steps! The impact dislodges the diamond-patterned polished steel, sending them several feet away as Jack slumps on the ground holding his shoulder.
Delano continues to order them into the ring. GC seemingly appears to be heeding her call as he pulls himself up onto the apron, but he doesn’t climb through the ropes. He’s waiting, as Jack starts to get to his feet. The moment the King Bastard turns to face him, GC takes off down the apron, jumps and delivers a missile drop kick right into the other man’s chest! Jack flies back first into the ring post! He drops down holding the back of his head!
GC gets up while taking in deep breaths. He steps over the other man and over toward the steps. He grabs the top section and hoists them over his head. He turns round to slam them on his opponent but Jack jumps up and front kicks him in the sternum! GC loses control of the steps. They crash to the floor as he stumbles backward into the time keeper’s table.
Jack takes a moment to catch his breath and recover from hitting the ring post before turning his attention back on GC. He walks around the sections of steel stairs to where the other man is leaning on the table. As he approaches, GC suddenly wheels around and smacks Jack in the face with the bell!
Jack spins around on his ankles before crashing down to the mat! After dropping the bell back on the table, GC walks over to pick Jack up, who now has blood dripping down his face from a gash across his forehead. He leads the former UPRISING champion to the ring before rolling him under the bottom rope. GC then climbs in after him and Delano officially orders the bell to mark the start of the match. GC pushes Jack away from the ropes before crawling on top of him and hooking a leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
Somehow Jack fights through to get a shoulder up! Clauson is on his feet in a split second and immediately starts kicking Jack in the side of his head. Blood spills on the canvas like spaghetti sauce under the King Bastard’s face as he tries to stand. GC tries to stomp on his left hand but Jack moves his hand, turns and throat thrusts Clauson, sending him backward on his heels while struggling to take a breath. Jack stands but immediately falls backward against the ropes. GC runs forward for a clothesline. Jack turns and throws him over the top rope. GC lands on his feet on the apron! He grabs for Jack. Jack drops down and shoulder thrusts him through the ropes! The King Bastard stands with a crimson mask, grabs GC by the head, and lifts him over the rope and into the air for THE PAINKILLER (Brainbuster DDT)!!! GC drops straight down on the back of his neck, folds like an accordion, then flops onto his back.
Jack wipes blood from his eyes as he stalks after the other man, choosing not to go for a pin. He kicks GC in the shoulder and neck area. GC rolls away with his arms wrapped around his collar as protection. Jack follows after him, getting in a few more stomps along his lower body, until both men are in a corner. He picks Clauson up and grabs him belly to back before lifting him up to sit on the top turnbuckle. He then slams his arm into GC’s back a few times before hooking both legs under the turnbuckle rod and yanking him backward into a tree of woe!
Jack starts kicking away at GC’s face, shoulders and neck, continuing to focus hard on that area. Delano starts her five count. Jack backs off at for, taking several steps backward. Delano starts to try and free Clauson.
Jack comes running in! He baseball slides right into GC’s face just as Delano frees his legs! Clauson slips down and crumbles in the corner! Jack stands up as the referee gets in his face with an official warning. He rolls his eyes at her while stalking around the ring. GC grabs the middle rope and starts to pull himself to his feet. Jack comes in after him at a deliberate pace. He grabs the other man by the arm. GC rises up and lands a European uppercut that staggers the King Bastard!
GC pulls his arm back and then sends it flying forward! Knife edge chop! And another! And another! Jack is backpedaling to the middle of the ring as his chest turns red. Clauson nails one more before grabbing the other man’s left arm. He turns and whips him into the ropes. Jack bounces off, runs at GC, then gets lifted by the waist and spun around for a TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER! Jack crashes across GC’s knee and hits the canvas! Here’s the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
Again Jack just barely beats the count. GC sits up and winces in pain. He grabs where his left shoulder meets his neck, potentially suffering from a stinger. After a beat he returns his focus back on his opponent who’s rolled over and lifted to his hands and knees. Clauson talks a little smack before kicking the other man in the ribs.
Jack rolls away before pulling himself up with the nearby ropes. GC rushes in a little too hastily and gets nailed across the chest with a knife edge chop. Clauson takes a step back and growls before smacking himself in the same spot. Jack takes the challenge, walking to him and throws an open hand chop into his left pectoral muscle. He then cocks back his hand and slices another knife edge chop in the same position. That one hurts GC and he briefly buckles at the knee.
Jack then grabs GC, scoops him up and delivers the BAD OMEN (Northern Lights Bomb)!!! Once again Clauson’s neck brutally crashes into the mat! Here’s the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
Clauson fights through to get a shoulder up but at what cost?! Jack sits up, grabs Clauson’s left arm and wrenches it under his armpit while his free hand pushes down on GC’s head, stretching that neck and shoulder out. Clauson’s face is a picture of pain as the King Bastard applies that pressure to his upper spine and neck muscles. Delano drops down to check for a submission. GC defiantly yells FUCK NO! The Marksman clenches his feet hand to prevent an accidental tap. After the better part of a minute, Jack breaks the hold to stand. With GC’s left wrist still controlled he kicks the other man in the neck and head several times. There’s a savageness in his body language that starts to unsettle his many supporters in the crowd. After ten kicks, he pulls GC onto his back and goes for another pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
Jack glares at Delano who throws up two fingers right in his face. Clauson cradles his neck as his opponent grabs him by the arm, dragging him to his feet. Jack sizes up a punch before throwing it straight into GC’s face. Clauson turns from the force before whipping forward. Jack goes for a second, but this time he gets grabbed by the face. Clauson drops down for a jawbreaker!
Jack goes flying backward into a corner while holding the side of his face. The crowd blows up for Clauson as he starts to come back. The Marksman gets to his feet and runs right at his opponent. Rolling Koppo Kick! Jack gets clocked in the face! He stumbles out of the corner, takes three steps, then face plants on the canvas! Clauson stands to the cheers of the thousands in attendance. He walks over to the other man and tries picking him up. Jack loses his balance and falls down to one knee. Clauson looks down and yells at him.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
You aren’t getting off that easy!
He pulls Jack up again, this time steady, before turning to whip him back into the same corner. Jack hits hard, bounces off and drops down to his knees. GC finds him again, picks him up, and pulls him into a front face lock. With an arm draped, he lifts Jack vertically into the air before falling backward for another suplex. GC pops up, grabs Jack’s arm, and drags him a little closer to one of the corners. Clauson then runs over and climbs up to the top rope, facing outward. He holds his arms out for all the people to see before flipping backward to land a picture perfect moonsault! He grabs a left for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
Jack refuses to go out, throwing a shoulder into the air and kicking his leg free. Clauson grabs Jack by the head and yanks him into a seated position. He then moves around him, grabs an arm and locks his neck with a Katahajime! Jack immediately reacts, drawing on his background in BJJ, to reach up and grab his trapped arm and yanks it down. Clauson tries to power through to keep the hold locked in. Jack isn’t able to break it completely, but he’s able to create enough space to allow the blood to keep flowing into and out of his brain. The pain however is evident, as Clauson keeps wrenching on the arm and neck.
However, after a solid minute, Clauson is forced to release the hold. He looks fatigued from the effort, like his arms are made of jelly. Jack falls over and rests on the mat, smearing blood across the canvas. Clauson walks over to the ropes and leans his weight on them while catching his breath. Behind him, Jack is on his knees and starting to stand.
GC catches him out of the corner of his eye. He hurries over to attack, but Jack hits him with a shot in the solar plexus that doubles him over. The King Bastard throws a second punch into the other man’s face, sending him back a step. Slowly Jack then stands and drops back into the ropes. He rebounds and runs at his opponent.
GC side steps and sends Jack by the back of his head through the ropes! The King Bastard flies outside and lands hard on the thinly-padded floor. GC looks around at the building of screaming faces then turns to run toward the opposite side of the ring. He hits the ropes and flies forward. On the outside, Jack slowly stands just as GC leaps over the top rope! FOSBURY FLOP SUICIDE DIVE!!!
NO! Jack ducks and rolls away! Clauson crashes to the floor and lands with a sickening thud! Some of the fans at ringside are booing Jack right in his grill. He walks over, grabs a soda out of one of their hands and splashes it across their faces. Security guards have to run in to keep a few from hopping the railing.
In the ring, Delano shouts out a very patient count, clearly giving both men a little leeway to avoid a draw. As she yells out four, Jack grabs GC by the head and gets him to his feet. With a wristlock, he turns and whips the Marksman down ringside and into the timekeeper’s table! The official barely avoids getting crushed under GC as he clips the table, flipping it over, and going head first into the barricade. Jack stalks his opponent to the wreckage. He fishes GC out of the rubble and pulls him to his feet. A ringside camera catches Clauson’s face and a large cut running diagonally across his forehead. Blood spills down his visage, muddying his vision. The King Bastard turns and hip tosses GC over the busted table, sending him skidding across the black padding.
Delano shouts out eight as Jack pounds his opponent with several perfectly targeted stomps around his upper torso, collar and neck area. He stops long enough to finally peak the bloodied GC up and roll him into the ring, following quickly behind him. GC crawls toward the middle ring. Jack intercepts, kicking him hard in the head. Clauson rolls over in a daze, staring up at the spinning ceiling. Jack steps over his opponent and looks out over the booing fans. He flips then off then drops down and starts punching Clauson right in the wound.
He finally relents and takes a walk around the ring, taking heavy breaths. Delano drops down to check on Clauson, who is seen waving her off. He rolls over and starts to stand with the aid of the ropes. Jack sees him and goes on the hunt.
He slams his forearm on GC’s back and then leads him over to the middle of the ring. He yells something intelligible in the other man’s ear then hooks his head and arm. WHIPLASH (Fisherman’s Snap Swinging Neckbreaker)!!! Jack sits up briefly before falling across the other man’s chest and grabbing a leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
Jack can’t believe it! He bolts to his feet and gets in Delano’s face. The two exchange heated words as the crowd boos him. In the background, Clauson has pulled himself in the back corner and is starting to stand. Jack turns around and walks at him. Both men, covered in blood, look one another in the eye. Jack flings a punch that stuns GC. He follows it up with another, and another! GC is weak on those rubbery legs. Jack takes a step back and puts his pressed hands against the side of his face.
JACK MOREAU
Time to go to sleep, boy!
He grabs Clauson by the left arm and whips him five steps toward the middle of the ring before yanking him backward, right onto his shoulders! Jack lifts GC up, staring at the ceiling, to nail the GO 2 SLEEP (Inverted GTS)!!! He starts to throw GC in the air… GC COUNTERS! Bloody and sweaty, he slips off Jack’s shoulders and lands behind him! Jack wheels around and gets coldcocked in the face with a hard haymaker! And another! Jack takes a step back. ENZUIGIRI BY CLAUSON!!! Jack spins around and hits the canvas as the crowd cheers! Clauson is fired up! Face drenched in blood, he looks around at the crowd going wild for him before running for the ropes. He ducks through and steps on the apron.
Jack rolls over onto his knees and knuckles and starts to push himself to his feet. Behind him, GC is waiting with a crazed look in his bloodied eyes with his hands locked around the top rope. He’s practically begging Jack to stand up and the crowd is behind him! The King Bastard goes to one leg, and then slowly rises to two! Ropes of blood drip from his face as he slowly turns around in search of his opponent. Clauson sees his chance! He springs up onto the top rope and leaps forward, spinning through the air to hit THE AVONDALE EXPERIENCE (Springboard European Uppercut)!!!
JACK ROLLS UNDER! GC crashes to the canvas as the King Bastard stands against the ropes! Clauson jumps to his feet and the two men meet in the middle of the ring! Jack nails a forearm! GC hits back with one of his own! They’re trading back and forth! With each hit they’re getting a little slower and showing more and more effort just to stay standing!
Jack swings a wild overhand right at GC counters with a front kick that doubles the King Bastard over. He yanks Jack into a front face lock, traps an arm, and jumps into a body scissors! DEATHTRAP (Arm Trap Guillotine Choke)!!!
Jack is still standing but Clauson is locked on him like a police dog and with each second is wrenching harder! Jack’s legs are starting to shake! He’s going down! Delano is right there to check for a tap out. She’s asking Jack if he can go on! The lights are fading! NO! Adrenaline hits Jack like a bolt of lightning! He straightens up enough even with 212 pounds of dead weight around his neck to run for the nearest corner! Clauson goes back first into the turnbuckles. He’s hanging on though! Jack moves back a few steps then charges again! This time The Marksman loses his grip and the blood-soaked Jack slips free!
But the King Bastard can’t stay on his feet! He falls onto his back on the canvas and doesn’t move. His stomach is rising and falling at a mile a minute. Clauson wipes his face and lets out a loud roar before running his thumb across his throat. He’s ready to finish this once and for all! Clauson hurries over to Jack and after two hard stomps he reaches down to pick the man up.
JACK REACHES UP AND LOCKS HIS LEGS AROUND CLAUSON’S INJURED NECK AND LEFT ARM IN A FIGURE FOUR! It’s the DEVILOCK (Arm Triangle Choke)!!! The fans get behind Clauson, cheering him on even as he sinks to the canvas!
Delano is there to check for a tap out! Jack takes the point of his right elbow and starts SMASHING it into the top of Clauson’s skull, over and over and over! GC tries to fight back! He postures up! He’s going to try and lift the bigger man up.
But Jack never leaves the canvas! GC collapses back down and the hold tightens. More elbows crash into the top of Clauson’s head! Slowly the Notorious 513’s body goes from tense fight mode into limp unconsciousness! Delano checks his arm. He’s out! She signals for the bell!
WINNER (VIA SUBMISSION): JACK MOREAU
Jack flexes his arms while his legs are still squeezing the life out of the other man. Delano finally forces him to release the hold. The King Bastard stands up and walks around the ring with his tongue out as the fans boo and curse him. He gives them double birds before exiting the ring and walking up the aisle to his music. Delano helps GC get up as he wakes back up from the blood choke. After a few seconds, he rolls out of the ring and starts walking. The music fades out, but immediately is replaced by a roar of cheering and applause for the Marksman as he makes his way up the aisle and into the tunnel.
CUT TO:
STATIC
We find Molly waiting in Gorilla position, seated on a bench. There’s fresh sutures on the side of her head, hints of dried blood still on the side of her face. Her hands are clasped, one over the other. People pass her by, going about their work. The Ginger Ninja looks as if filled with regrets as she addresses the wandering camera now before her, her match just minutes away.
MOLLY HATCHET
Aye… Here I am, reaping what I sowed, yeah. I’m not talkin’ about the attack on that slag that tried ta’ do me in here earlier, lookin’ fer a leg up on her match against me. I’m talkin’ about losin’ me way so easily… so effortlessly, because I did poorly somewhere else. I let it affect me and I changed me whole trajectory and fer what? Because someone got under me skin, just like Summer did, but way worse.
Slowly Molly shakes her head.
MOLLY HATCHET
I’m a fuckin’ mess, neck deep in woe’s me and so on, but I bring it on meself. I put tha’ weight of tha’ world on me shoulders because I wanna’ do good, do better, but I keep fuckin’ meself o’er! I keep making shite mistakes. I let tha’ most basic bitch ever in professional wrestling work me and why? ‘Cause she’s hopped up on drugs and pain killers to tha’ point that even getting her head slammed into pavement isn’t affecting her.
Molly’s head lifts and she looks directly into the camera.
MOLLY HATCHET
She’s probably doped up beyond all reason because she knows the arse beating comin’ for her and I’m sure when it’s all said and done, if I don’t break a bone or cause her somethin’ major, she’s just going to ignore it like tha druggie bitch she is. I remember tha days when I was hooked… remember how it was when I came down. I was one too and that’s likely what me and Summer share in common… why I fuckin’ hate her so much.
She gestures towards the hall leading to the locker room with a smirk.
MOLLY HATCHET
She pretends to be all these things, but when ye strip her down to her core, she’s just another stupid, vain little drug addled cowardly bitch, identical in everyway to her sisters and others of their ilk. They’re always saying, “We’re the franchise! We make tha’ rules! We’re tha best of tha fucking best and fuck you fer sayin’ any different!”
Another shake of the head with a soft sigh, looking back to the floor.
MOLLY HATCHET
This match tonight, is very important to me now more than it was before. Not because she attacked me, that was owed and now we’re even on that. No, I have ta do this, have ta leave her in such a way that she can’t just bullshit her way out of it. I’ve ta show tha world that she is vulnerable, that she is not some invincible bitch because she takes more painkillers than an opium farm produces bare ingredients for on a given weekend.
She looks back at the camera.
MOLLY HATCHET
I have ta bury her like she’s buried me and others like me so that maybe, just fuckin’ maybe, her clones will get the fuckin’ message that her type of spoiled, drug-addicted, rich bitch wrestlin’ on daddy’s money just can’t win all the fuckin’ time. I’m no jealous of her, like she keeps saying. I’m angry at her and those like her. I HATE people like her because they make my sport that much more of a joke!
Molly slams her fist down on her thigh in frustration.
MOLLY HATCHET
Tis not the shade of green envy that has me out of sorts, it’s tha lack of fuckin’ respect, the inability ta do anythin’ but self-promote at the expense of all those around them, and they just leech and take, like fuckin’ parasites do! They drain tha life’s blood of wrestlin’ and leave nothin’ else fer anyone but themselves! It’s fuckin’ ridiculous that so many of them are now in tha positions they’re in.
She presses her hands to her thighs and slowly rises from her seat, the little red light coming on to indicate match time is coming.
MOLLY HATCHET
Win. Lose. Tonight is not about either of those things but doing as much inhuman damage as I can to this spoiled rich cunt to send her and her sisters packing. We donnae want their kind here or need them. Cut tha bloody cancer out of this company at any cost I will! That’s me promise on this night!
The Ginger Ninja gets right in the camera’s face.
MOLLY HATCHET
I will send Summer Page out on a bloody stretcher. That’s me promise. I donnae care if tha match gets thrown out and I lose me job. I love Uprising too much ta let this go on any further and it will end TONIGHT. Page will BURN.
She turns and heads up the nearby stairs to enter the arena.
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BOSTON HOUSE OF BLUES — THE RING
GRUDGE MATCH
SUMMER PAGE vs MOLLY HATCHET
Molly blasts out of her corner and immediately takes Summer Page down with a double leg takedown, violently slamming her to the canvas where she proceeds to ground and pound the socialite with great vengeance and furious anger, unloading on her with fists straight to the face! A few make it through before Summer can even get herself together enough to turtle up. The Ginger Ninja is screaming obscenities at the woman until finally the referee peels her off! Molly shoves him back, shouting and the referee issues a warning on the spot. Unseen as the two argue further, Summer Page slithers, wiping a bit of blood from a busted lip, her left eye already a bit puffy from bruising, she catches Molly from behind with THE SPOILED ROTTEN BACK STABBER! Molly snaps off, clutching at her back as she rolls onto her knees. Summer rushes in and violently rams a knee right into the freshly stitched temple of Molly, then grabs her head and repeatedly knees her over and over in the same spot, separating stitches and opening her right back up! A final knee rolls Hatchet flat on her back and Summer makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-KICKOUT!
Molly rolls her shoulder and Summer snarls, checking that bleeding temple with a wicked elbow shot. She gathers Molly up screaming, “I AM UPRISING!!!” Then whipping her to the canvas with THE GOLDEN RULE NECK BREAKER!!! She goes for the cover again!
ONE!
TWO!
TTTTHHHHHRRRE-KICKOUT!
Molly thrashes, staying alive just barely. Summer gathers her up and hurls her into a corner, Molly’s arms hooked in the ropes to keep her standing. She stamps her foot out and hops into the corner with THE TOTAL KNOCKOUT KICK! Molly stumbles from the corner and falls face first to the canvas. Summer strikes a pose for the booing crowd, blowing them a little kiss in mockery. “I AM THE WHOLE DAMN FRANCHISE AND SHE’S A JOKE! THAT’S ALL SHE’LL EVER BE!!!” shouts Summer to the crowd.
She gathers the Ginger Ninja and leans her into the corner where she gives a wicked chest chop, Molly clutches her chest, letting out a growl. Summer straightens her up and *WHACK!* another chop but this time Molly doesn’t buckle and glares at her. With eyes wide Summer rears back and Molly catches her, whips her around into the corner and hits her with a thunderous...
*CCCCCCRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAACCCK!*
...of a chop that has her wail in pain, holding her chest. Molly then rears back with a mighty right hand and unloads, catching her square in the cheek with enough force to drop her to a seat in the corner. From there, Molly dances all over her with vicious, violently stomps and kicks, just battering down the socialite princess, even giving her a good foot choke up to a count of four by the referee before backing off and then hitting a running Senton Splash in the corner for good measure.
Molly lets out a wild cry as she rolls to her feet. She then gathers the completely disheveled and discombobulated Summer and pulls her in for the GLASGOW KISS! A spritz of blood flies out of Summer’s nose on impact with Molly’s forehead, drilling her right to the canvas. Molly then quickly vaults up to the top of a nearby corner, only stopping for a second to find her footing. Blood running down the side of her face and into one eye, combined with the past offensive blitz having clearly taken a heavy toll, as she took the moment to steady herself, Summer recovers, albeit stumbling for a moment before finding Molly on the corner. She then hooks her head and leg and vaults off the top with TOP ROPE SUPER PURE PERFECTION PLEX!!!! Molly hits the canvas with a brutal, devastating impact skidding a few feet to a stop. However, Summer isn’t moving either! Seconds tick by as neither woman rises.
Slowly, Summer flips over and crawls over to Molly just a few feet away. It feels like eternity before she finally flops an arm over Molly Hatchet’s chest and waits for the inevitable….
ONE!
TWO!
TTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRE-OMFGNOWAY KICKOUT!!!
The crowd ERUPTS as the Ginger Ninja rolls over, still alive but just barely. Summer kicks her legs and clutches at her own hair screaming with frustration. She then gets to her knees and shouts at the referee, slapping her hands together.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
ONE TWO THREE! HOW HARD IS IT TO DO YOUR JOB?! COME ON!
Big J just holds two fingers up, unfazed. She gets in his face, demanding he should go back to school and learn how to do his damn job.
“OI BITCH!”
Summer straightens up, venom in her eyes as she whips her head around only to be flung to the canvas with “THE GINGER NINJA DEATHDROP!!!”
Both women hit the canvas, Summer’s explosively popping up on impact and rolling away a few feet away from Molly. It takes several seconds for Molly to fight to her feet, both women bleeding from wounds and bruised. It was all out war in this ring between two foes whose hate runs legitimately deep between these two competitors. She uses the ropes, pulling herself to a stand and after a moment of fighting a bout of dizziness, Molly marches over to Summer and falls across her hooking the leg!
ONE!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!
TTTTTHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRE-REALLY?!
Summer Page kicks out, the crowd losing it’s collective mind as they forget for a moment the spoiled rich bitch and Ginger Ninja, seeing two wrestlers giving their absolute all for them. Molly fights to her feet, leaning onto the ropes nearby as Summer Page rolls over to find the far set of ropes, finding her footing once again. The two lock gazes and for once, there isn’t outright hatred but we see an understanding being reached between the two.
Shoving off the ropes they go at each other! Molly ducks the Chick Kick, tucking and rolling to grab the ropes, then springboards off with THE SPIRAL DROPKICK! Rocking Summer right off her feet!! She then hits a Rolling Thunder followed by a Springboard Moonsault pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-KICKOUT!
Molly is rolled off by the raised arm, sitting and laughing a bit as she licks a bit of blood from her lips. She gathers Summer up and sends her for the ropes, Molly running to the opposite end. The Ginger Ninja times it perfectly, springboarding as Summer returns and flying with the HATCHET BOMB-NO! TOTAL KNOCKOUT KICK CATCHES MOLLY IN MID AIR! She flips around wildly and lands on her back with a skid on the canvas! She's stunned but not out, clutching at her jaw. Summer takes full advantage and locks in THE PERFECT 10!!! Molly’s legs are crooked in a painful figure four as Summer back bridges at an arch, applying so much pressure to Molly’s knee! Wailing in agony, she fights with all her might to get out of the hold but being dead center in the middle of the ring, she’s forced to tap out!
WINNER (VIA SUBMISSION): SUMMER PAGE
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CUT TO:
BOSTON HOUSE OF BLUES — THE RING
TRIOS GRUDGE MATCH
CLYDE CHENEY & THE FAMILY CROWE
vs
CHRIS PAGE, BRITTANI HELMS & JACKI O'LANTERN
The crowd finally settles down as Father Cheney can be seen on the ring apron talking things over with Clyde and the Family Crowe with Wade Crowe while across the ring Page, Jackie, and Brittani huddle up, discussing a few things before both Page and Jackie exit the ring for Brittani to start. Centurion and Candice Wolf are ringside in the corner of Page, Helms and Jackie. Clyde starts things off for his team. He walks out towards the center of the ring where he and Brittani circle each other. They look to lock up which sees Clyde use his huge size and weight to muscle Brittani back into a neutral corner. He holds her against the buckles before swinging with a right hand. Brittani uses her speed to evade as she ducks out of the way causing Clyde to miss as Helms backs out towards the center of the ring. Clyde emerges out from the corner as he makes his way back out towards Helms looking to lock up, she ducks under catching him with several quick kicks to the right knee before backing away as she’s successful at evading the 430 lbs monster. Father Cheney screams out instructions from the floor as Clyde and Helms circle each other, and just as soon as Brittani’s back is to Crowe’s, Silas slips into the ring, blasting Brittani from behind! Of course, this gets massive boos from the crowd as he’s back out to the apron yet allows Clyde to turn Helms inside out with a lariat! Clyde immediately follows up with a huge elbow drop across the sternum of Helms! He makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR…
Helms pops a shoulder up off the mat to a pop from the crowd. Clyde gets to his feet where he picks up Helms and drives her back into his corner where Otis Crowe makes the blind tag. Clyde pins Helms against the buckles as Otis enters the ring and unloads with a series of right hands to Helms as the referee lays the count to Clyde Cheney. He steps out to the apron at the four count.
Otis brings Helms out from the corner where he starts biting her across the forehead! The official lays the count to Otis who releases at the four count. He shoots Helms into a neutral corner where he charges in after her! Brittani throws a reverse elbow rocking Otis back several feet! Helms hops up on the middle rope where she leaps off with a Lou Thesz Press taking Otis down to the canvass! She starts hammering down with a flurry of right hands to a huge ovation from the crowd! The referee lays the count, Brittani is up where she tags in Jacki!
Otis starts getting back to a vertical base where he is met with a discs elbow to the jaw rocking him back into the ropes. Jackie comes forward where she looks to send Otis across the ring with an Irish Whip, Otis reverses and it’s Jacki who bounces off the near side ducking under a lariat while transitioning into a Octopus Stretch! The official is in position asking for Otis to surrender, he refuses as Jacki cranks back on the hold. Clyde steps back into the ring coming up from behind blasting Jacki which breaks the hold! He’s admonished by the referee as he’s back out to the apron.
Otis scoops up Jackie and slams her down to the mat. He quickly makes the tag to Silas who enters the ring. They size up Jackie who is starting to get back to her feet. Otis runs towards one side of the ropes while Silas bounces off the opposite side delivering a High-Low clothesline/chop block combination! Silas quickly makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE…
Jacki kicks out to a pop from the crowd. The cheers divert into boos as Silas starts choking away at Jacki! The referee lays the count to Silas who breaks at the four count before going right back to the choke garnering louder boos from the crowd. The official lays the count once again which sees Silas break at four a second time. He’s admonished by the referee as he gets to his feet with a smirk on his face.
Silas stomps away at the smaller Jacki on the mat. The crowd starts to stir as Chris Page starts to go crazy on the ring apron as he rallies on Jacki. Both Centurion and Candice can be see hyping the crowd as Silas reaches down picking Jacki up off the mat. He rocks her with a forearm smash that takes her back into the ropes. Silas charges towards Jacki who manages to drop down while yanking the top rope down, low-bridging Silas who spills over the top rope and out to the floor! Clyde and Otis drops down to the floor where they start checking on their fallen comrade. They help Silas up to his feet who climbs back up on the ring apron, visually pissed off as he steps back through the ropes.
CCP is seen extending his hand out towards the ring, catching Jacki’s eye.
Jacki points at Page which garners a louder ovation only to be trumped when she makes the tag! Chris Page steps through the ropes as the crowd is on fire. Silas stares across the ring at Page but before they can lock up CCP points over Clyde Cheney all but demanding he get back into the ring. The crowd starts to roar as Silas obliged and tagged Clyde back into the contest. Cheney steps into the ring where he and Page immediately start trading right hands to a roar from the crowd!
Page connects!
Cheney connects!
Page connects!
Cheney connects!
Page thumbs Cheney in the eye garnering a huge pop from the crowd! He laces him across the chest with a knife-edge chop before taking a front waist lock where he delivers a Belly to Belly suplex!
Page pops back up to his feet, he runs towards the ropes where Silas Crowe drives a knee into the kidneys cutting Page off and allows for Clyde to get back up where he clasps his massive arms around the waist and lower back of Page where he locks in a bear hug! The referee checks on Page before asking him to surrender. He refuses as we see Clyde latch onto the Bear Hug while Father Cheney points and talks smack at Centurion across the ring. The crowd starts a “CCP! CCP! CCP!” chant directed towards the ring as the referee asks Page to surrender, he refuses.
Clyde continues to squeeze Page as he backs up into his corner where Otis tags in.
Otis steps through the ropes as we see Clyde pick Page up and deliver a Fall Away Slam! Otis bounces off the ropes delivering a running back senton crashing down on the sternum of Page! Otis presses the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR…
Page shoots a shoulder off the mat. Otis starts hammering down with a series of right hands to Page’s forehead before stepping back up to his feet. Otis reaches down picking Page up by the hair where he scoops him up over his shoulder looking to deliver a running Powerslam! Page slips down the back of Otis shoving him forward which sends him bouncing off the ropes and into a Code Breaker!
Page makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR…
Otis powers out with a kickout! Page, gets back to his feet where he starts stomping away at Otis, he picks him up off the mat where he rocks him with a European Uppercut knocking him back into the corner housing Brittani and Jackie! Page comes into the corner tagging Brittani as he twists the right arm of Otis while bringing him out of the corner. Brittani scales the turnbuckles where she leaps off the top rope with a double axe handle to the twisted right arm and shoulder of Otis. Page steps back out to the ring apron as Helms bounces off the ropes and into a tilt-a-whirl which Brittani counters with a head scissors takeover!
Brittani sizes up Otis and connects with a Superkick that drops the big man to a roar from the crowd! Brittani makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE..
Otis escapes with a kick out to a gasp from the crowd which then translates into a solid ovation for Brittani as she reaches her feet. She reaches down to pick Otis up off the mat only to have Otis counter the pick up attempt by yanking Helms forward sending her through the ropes at the feet of Father Cheney and Wade Crowe. Otis distracts the referee which allows for Father Cheney and Wade to stomp away at Helms garnering tremendous heat from the crowd which shifts into a huge pop when Centurion and Candice Wolf start to come around the ring which is pointed out by Otis.
The referee slides out to the floor cutting off Centurion and Wolf drawing boos from the crowd as the assault on Brittani continues.
Page and Jackie drop down to the floor with Page reaching under the ring snatching a steel chair! Jackie and Page come around the other side of the ring running off Cheney and Wade Crowe. Page tosses the chair to the floor as the referee slides back into the ring once control has been regained. Jackie and Page help Brittani back up to her feet where she elects to re-enter the ring only to be met with a splash across the back by Otis! He makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE…
Helms escapes with a kickout to a huge ovation from the crowd.
Otis cuts his eyes towards the referee before getting back to his feet where he picks Brittani up and drives her back into his corner where Silas tags back in. Otis steps out as Silas steps in. He reaches down picking Brittani up off the mat where he drives her back into a neutral corner. He hoists her up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle before nailing her with a right hand.
Silas steps up to the middle rope where he locks in a front face lock.
Silas looks to deliver a Superplex!
Helms latches onto the top rope blocking the move! She bites Silas across the bridge of the nose garnering a huge ovation from the crowd! Helms shoves Silas backward to the mat below before coming off the middle rope with a diving elbow drop! She rolls towards her corner where Page is tagged back in! Page climbs up to the top rope where he sizes up Silas and sets sail with a Diving Headbut! The crowd explodes as Page makes the cover hooking the near leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE…
The crowd erupts into massive boos as Clyde Cheney breaks the cover as he enters the ring yanking Page off Silas! He’s immediately admonished by the official as he steps back out to the apron while Page gets back to his feet and spits at Clyde to a massive pop from the crowd. Chris shifts his attention back towards Silas who is starting to work his way back to his feet. Page connects with a boot to the midsection before looking to deliver the Page Plant!
Silas counters with a back body drop!
Page pops back up to his feet where he walks into a Samoan Drop by Silas Crowe, nearly flattening Page like a pancake! Silas gets back to a vertical base where Clyde is tagged back in. Clyde steps through the ropes where he bounces off the ropes dropping a 430 lbs leg drop across the throat of Page! Cheney makes a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE…
Page escapes with a kick out to a roar from the crowd. Clyde starts choking Page shifting the response to boos as the referee lays the count to Clyde! He breaks at the four count where he gets to one knee. Clyde steps up to his feet where he picks Page up off the mat. He makes the tag back to Silas before holding Page by both arms for Silas to land several heavy shots to the ribs! Clyde shoves Page towards Silas who snatches Page. Silas makes the blind tag as Otis sets up Page with an Irish Whip sending him bouncing off the ropes where Silas completes the Kentucky Necktie!
Silas drops down into the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE…
The crowd pops huge as Jackie dives on top of the cover breaking the count before the fatal count of three can be made! She’s admonished by the referee as she escapes out to the ring apron! Silas shoots her a nasty look while Father Cheney and Wade Crowe are beside themselves on the floor. Silas steps back up to a vertical base where he reaches down picking Page up. He takes him back into the ropes where he shoots him across the ring, Page reverses and it’s Silas who bounces off the ropes and into a spinebuster slam from CCP!
Page and Silas are down forcing the referee to lay the standard ten-count to both men. Candice Wolf pounds the mat in intervals of three that lead to a "C.C.P." chant.
The referee reaches the six count before Page is able to roll over making a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE…
Not today as Silas escapes with the kick out to a gasp from the crowd. Chris starts to crawl towards his corner where both Brittani and Jackie are eager for the tag. He starts to get closer when Otis steps through the ropes charging across the ring blasting Brittani and Jackie off the apron!
The crowd erupts with boos as the referee admonishes Otis while getting him back out to the ring apron.
Silas rolls towards his corner where Otis tags back into the contest. He charges across the ring pulling Page back across towards the Crowe/Cheney corner. He rolls Page over on to his back where he looks to deliver a massive elbow drop! Page rolls out of the way sending Otis crashing into the canvass! Otis pops back up to his feet looking for a second elbow, and again Page rolls out of the way sending him crashing down to the mat. Jacki and Brittani are both back up on the ring apron as Page is able to lunge towards the corner making the tag to Jackie!
The crowd explodes as Jacki enters the ring attacking Silas with a flurry of strikes to the body! Otis and Clyde Cheney enter the ring coming up behind Jackie blasting her from behind as a three on one attack starts to take place! Brittani quickly enters the ring as Page has rolled out to the floor! Brittani charges towards Clyde who spins around but it’s to late as Brittani lands a cross body block taking Clyde back into the ropes sending them both sailing over the top rope and out to the floor with Helms landing on top of Cheney where she starts hammering away with right hands!
Back in the ring Otis and Silas continue to work over Jacki to massive boos from the crowd!
Silas positions Jacki on his shoulders in a seated position where he stands up while Otis steps out to the ring apron where he climbs up to the top rope as they have Jacki set in position for the Murder of Crowes! The crowd roars as Brittani climbs back on the ring apron where she runs towards the corner housing Otis where she shoves him off the top rope sending him crashing down to the floor! The referee admonishes Brittani on the apron allowing Page to slide back into the ring where he comes up behind Silas delivering a punt kick to the nuts! Jacki is able to slip down the back of Slias as he staggers around into a boot to the midsection from Page who hits the PAGE PLANT! Chris rolls back out to the floor as Jacki O’ Lantern makes the cover, hooking the near leg!
The referee spins around seeing the cover as he slides into position.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): "CHRONIC" CHRIS PAGE, BRITTANI HELMS & JACKI O'LANTERN
Silas rolls out to the floor where Father Cheney is completely beside himself as he frantically tries to inform the referee of what’s taken place. The crowd roars as Brittani, Page, Centurion and Candice Wolf join Jacki O’ Lantern in the ring! Their arms are raised in victory as a pyro display starts to shoot off above the ring.
Chris shakes the hands of Jacki and of Brittani before turning and thanking Centurion with a handshake as well. Brittani and Jacki make their way to separate corners where they climb up on the middle rope, throwing their arms in the air. Chris Page reaches his hand out to Candice Wolf who takes it. He gazes into her eyes before planting a kiss on her soft lips! Centurion and Father Cheney engage in a stare-down while Jacki and Brittani continue to celebrate the victory. The Crowes and the Cheneys spout off towards the ring from the ramp, salty even as they retreat.
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CUT TO:
BACKSTAGE -- LOCKER ROOMS
We are backstage at the world renown House Of Blues in Boston Massachusetts and the camera spots a familiar face, the incomparable crowd favourite, the queen of merchandise more fondly known as "The Luchadork". For those in the know, she was just Ignis and the former UPRISING Champion. Right now, rather than marketing or networking with the fans, she's doing some pre-match stretches and warmups.
"Well well if isn’t the FORMER UPRISING CHAMPION, Ignis."
The camera pans around just as Luther Thunder steps into view with his wife Esme in tow.
LUTHER THUNDER
Just figured we’d drop by and wish you luck for your match, given that we are family friends for years. We’ll be cheering for you, Meg.
Ignis barely glances at the pair of them, focusing on what she’s doing.
THE LUCHADORK
Okay.
Esme frowns a little.
ESME THUNDER
Is that it? We come all the way here, out of our way, and you’re just going to blow us off like that?
Ignis finally looks to the pair of them, and shrugs.
THE LUCHADORK
Didn’t realize you had anything better to do. Sorry.
Esme looks like she’s ready to knock Ignis on her ass but Luther manages to pull her back in the nick of time.
LUTHER THUNDER
Now Meg, I understand it must be frustrating to feel like you’ve been overlooked since your time as the UPRISING CHAMPION and believe me I know exactly how you feel because as you remember I was the very first UPRISING CHAMPION this company ever had and..
THE LUCHADORK
...and since then you haven’t been much of anything? Gotcha, Luthie.
LUTHER THUNDER
Now I wouldn’t go that far you see I’m–
THE LUCHADORK
You aren’t even booked to appear in this show are you?
ESME THUNDER
Now you listen to me, you overgrown Hasbro Hasbeen! You don’t talk to my husband like that, that’s LUTHER THUNDER, do you know what that means?!
THE LUCHADORK
Yeah, he’s the first Uprising Champion, he already said that. He also used to pork my sister, what’s your point?
ESME THUNDER
NOW listen here, Luchadumbass...
THE LUCHADORK
And there it is. Classic. Luther and Esme come across being all nice, but then aren’t nice because you two actually aren’t nice. Someone call the TV tropes website editor, add it to the list!
ESME THUNDER
You are a snarky little bitch, aren’t you?
Ignis folds her arms.
THE LUCHADORK
No, I just have better things to do than go over this same tired rigmarole with you guys, where you show up acting nice and everything’s layered with salt, snark and false bullshit. You’ve been doing this for years and it’s tired, stale and smells like crap.
LUTHER THUNDER
Look Meg, we aren’t here to cause trouble or to pick a fight with you..
ESME THUNDER
Yeah! You are lucky you got a match with that dragon coming up or I’d lay you out right here and now for being disrespectful dipshit
The Welshwoman flashes a toothy smirk.
THE LUCHADORK
Well one dragon in the ring..other backstage, a dragon by any other name would still be the same..right Esmers?
We could actually see Esme’s face starting to turn purple with anger.
THE LUCHADORK
Wait a minute, no! As a welsh native born and bred it would be such a huge insult to compare someone like you to a magnificent creature like a dragon and maybe you should put some respect on Kalinda’s name, I mean she’s the tag team champion while you are..what exactly are you again? Because I’m sure you aren’t part of the roster, your hubby over there at least has a contract for now but what is it you do you again?
Mrs. Thunder snarls.
ESME THUNDER
I’ll show you exactly what I do you no good, two-faced welsh wet blanket–
Luther manages to step between the two women just in time.
LUTHER THUNDER
WELL good luck with the match and all, maybe if you make it out of this one better than you did last time, you could try out if a match against me would have a different result second time around..
Ignis smiles.
THE LUCHADORK
Sure, that sounds like fun. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a match coming up. But as you’ve got nothing better to do tonight, I suggest you find a comfy chair, put your feet up and watch. Might even learn something, big guy!
She pats him on the side before walking off as Esme glares after her.
ESME THUNDER
I really hate that woman.
LUTHER THUNDER
She’ll get hers, this is far from ov–
He spots the camera still on them.
LUTHER THUNDER
Hey! You! Beat it! This is a private conversation!
With that the show rolls on.
"Well well if isn’t the FORMER UPRISING CHAMPION, Ignis."
The camera pans around just as Luther Thunder steps into view with his wife Esme in tow.
LUTHER THUNDER
Just figured we’d drop by and wish you luck for your match, given that we are family friends for years. We’ll be cheering for you, Meg.
Ignis barely glances at the pair of them, focusing on what she’s doing.
THE LUCHADORK
Okay.
Esme frowns a little.
ESME THUNDER
Is that it? We come all the way here, out of our way, and you’re just going to blow us off like that?
Ignis finally looks to the pair of them, and shrugs.
THE LUCHADORK
Didn’t realize you had anything better to do. Sorry.
Esme looks like she’s ready to knock Ignis on her ass but Luther manages to pull her back in the nick of time.
LUTHER THUNDER
Now Meg, I understand it must be frustrating to feel like you’ve been overlooked since your time as the UPRISING CHAMPION and believe me I know exactly how you feel because as you remember I was the very first UPRISING CHAMPION this company ever had and..
THE LUCHADORK
...and since then you haven’t been much of anything? Gotcha, Luthie.
LUTHER THUNDER
Now I wouldn’t go that far you see I’m–
THE LUCHADORK
You aren’t even booked to appear in this show are you?
ESME THUNDER
Now you listen to me, you overgrown Hasbro Hasbeen! You don’t talk to my husband like that, that’s LUTHER THUNDER, do you know what that means?!
THE LUCHADORK
Yeah, he’s the first Uprising Champion, he already said that. He also used to pork my sister, what’s your point?
ESME THUNDER
NOW listen here, Luchadumbass...
THE LUCHADORK
And there it is. Classic. Luther and Esme come across being all nice, but then aren’t nice because you two actually aren’t nice. Someone call the TV tropes website editor, add it to the list!
ESME THUNDER
You are a snarky little bitch, aren’t you?
Ignis folds her arms.
THE LUCHADORK
No, I just have better things to do than go over this same tired rigmarole with you guys, where you show up acting nice and everything’s layered with salt, snark and false bullshit. You’ve been doing this for years and it’s tired, stale and smells like crap.
LUTHER THUNDER
Look Meg, we aren’t here to cause trouble or to pick a fight with you..
ESME THUNDER
Yeah! You are lucky you got a match with that dragon coming up or I’d lay you out right here and now for being disrespectful dipshit
The Welshwoman flashes a toothy smirk.
THE LUCHADORK
Well one dragon in the ring..other backstage, a dragon by any other name would still be the same..right Esmers?
We could actually see Esme’s face starting to turn purple with anger.
THE LUCHADORK
Wait a minute, no! As a welsh native born and bred it would be such a huge insult to compare someone like you to a magnificent creature like a dragon and maybe you should put some respect on Kalinda’s name, I mean she’s the tag team champion while you are..what exactly are you again? Because I’m sure you aren’t part of the roster, your hubby over there at least has a contract for now but what is it you do you again?
Mrs. Thunder snarls.
ESME THUNDER
I’ll show you exactly what I do you no good, two-faced welsh wet blanket–
Luther manages to step between the two women just in time.
LUTHER THUNDER
WELL good luck with the match and all, maybe if you make it out of this one better than you did last time, you could try out if a match against me would have a different result second time around..
Ignis smiles.
THE LUCHADORK
Sure, that sounds like fun. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a match coming up. But as you’ve got nothing better to do tonight, I suggest you find a comfy chair, put your feet up and watch. Might even learn something, big guy!
She pats him on the side before walking off as Esme glares after her.
ESME THUNDER
I really hate that woman.
LUTHER THUNDER
She’ll get hers, this is far from ov–
He spots the camera still on them.
LUTHER THUNDER
Hey! You! Beat it! This is a private conversation!
With that the show rolls on.
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BOSTON HOUSE OF BLUES — THE RING
TOTAL ANARCHY OPEN CHALLENGE
CODA (c) vs ??
CODA (c) vs ??
Matthew Knox steps out from behind the curtain, the crowd noise raising an octave as the verse to the song kicks in. Coda looks unfazed even as the lights continue flashing in a brilliant pattern of blinding white, dull blue and absolute darkness. Matthew makes his way to the ring, intensely focused upon Coda. As he slides in under the bottom rope, he stands and charges a corner, hopping upon the second rope and outstretching his arms to soak in the return he’s receiving. He lowers the hood on his hoodie and looks over his shoulder at Coda, before hopping from the second rope and waiting for the bell.
Seemingly pleased with the one to answer the open challenge, Coda sportingly offers a hand to a man who isn’t much of a stranger. Knox allows a smile through the face paint, taking Coda’s hand and indulging in the handshake…but as Coda goes to disengage, he holds on. The smile broadens into a grin and he yanks the smaller Coda into him, heaving her over his head with a thunderous exploder suplex! Coda barely has time to get to the corner before Knox is on her, firing off a side kick into the small of the girl’s back.
Knox snatches his hoodie from the corner and as Coda crawls away to get her bearings, he drops a knee into the small of her back and hooks the hoodie around her throat, yanking back as he begins to choke her out in the middle of the ring. Coda struggles, yanking on the material while trying to drag them both to the ropes. She almost gets there but as she does, Knox breaks instantly and fires off a stiff punt kick to the back of her head. The fans let out a chorus of disapproving boos which only escalate as Knox shoves Coda out of the ring under the bottom rope.
Knox paces a lap around the ring before sliding out after Coda, who has pulled something out from under the ring apron! As Knox goes to grab her, he is blindsided with a Singapore cane , the blow catching him dead in the face and sending him reeling. Coda gets to her feet and begins working the Raven over, backing him into a barrier. Coda lets out a yell and swings for the fences, but Knox ducks and gets behind her..CODEBREAKER! Another blow to the back of the champion!
Knox doesn’t appear to be done as he drags Coda to her feet, pulling her toward the steps where he lines her up once more…EXPLODER SUPLEX INTO THE RINGSTEPS! The stop half of the steps falls over, only worsening Coda’s overall experience and landing as the camera catches Knox grinning. He follows Coda’s path, hopping over the upended steps and picking up Coda who seems to be out on her feet….What is he…Knox sets Coda’s hand on the ringsteps and stands over her, lifting his foot and stomping her once in the face.
Knox kneels next to the dazed Coda, running a hand through her hair as the cameras pick up the sound of his voice over the hushed crowd.
MATT KNOX
You earned a rest, Coda...this is a Mercy, more than anything. A Mercy. Remember that, okay?
And with that, he lifted the ring steps and brought them viciously down on the prone girl’s hand. The ‘crack’ is picked up by the cameras, as is Coda’s sudden shift in facial expression. She pushes through the pain, shooting up and surprising Knox with a quick flurry of offense that leads to a Tornado DDT on the outside! The fans start getting behind Coda who rolls Knox into the ring, snatching the singapore cane she goes in to follow but cries out as Knox stomps on her hand on reentry.
As Coda gets to her feet, Knox suddenly snatches her from behind..KATAHAJIME! He leaps and..BACK STABBER! THE MERCY! THE MURDER! Coda fights valiantly, refusing to tap. After a few tense seconds, Knox suddenly rolls them over and keeping the chokehold locked in he begins to bash Coda’s face into the mat! Over and over, blood begins to pour from a busted lip and nose! Eventually, Coda goes limp and Ref Stef calls for the bell!
WINNER (VIA TKO) AND NEW TOTAL ANARCHY CHAMPION : MATTHEW KNOX
As Knox is handed the title, he slings it over his shoulder and nudges Coda over onto her back. He reaches down, running his fingers through the blood pooling on her face and finds the hard cam before first wiping a bit on the title, then across his chest.
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PROMO -- RECORDED EARLIER
PROMO -- RECORDED EARLIER
The scene opens with the manager of the Heroes for Hire, Gregory Murphy, standing in the forefront of the frame with his clients all lurking behind him.
GREGORY MURPHY
Strike 2 Kill did exactly what that set out to do a fortnight ago when they took on Total Devastation, and they totally annihilated them to secure a victory in their return match here in Uprising. Now, it's time for the Heroes for Hire to emerge onto the grand stage and prove their worth here.
Murphy pauses, a smile plastering across his face as he clasps his hands together.
GREGORY MURPHY
What awaits for the Heroes for Hire is an opportunity at the Uprising Trio's Championships, the most acclaimed and wanted trio's title in this industry. We've been admirers from afar, and we've been plotting for this exact moment to get the opportunity to write our names in history. Tonight is the beginning of the Heroes for Hire's journey here in Uprising. Trinicana happen to be the unfortunate team who are going to have to suffer in our conquest for those Trios Championships. And trust me we are aware of their threats, we are aware of the dangers that they have at their disposal but that doesn't threaten us... the Heroes for Hire are a team designed to overcome any team, on any given occasion and tonight is the night to make a star-studded performance!
The scene then cuts away to an advertisement.
GREGORY MURPHY
Strike 2 Kill did exactly what that set out to do a fortnight ago when they took on Total Devastation, and they totally annihilated them to secure a victory in their return match here in Uprising. Now, it's time for the Heroes for Hire to emerge onto the grand stage and prove their worth here.
Murphy pauses, a smile plastering across his face as he clasps his hands together.
GREGORY MURPHY
What awaits for the Heroes for Hire is an opportunity at the Uprising Trio's Championships, the most acclaimed and wanted trio's title in this industry. We've been admirers from afar, and we've been plotting for this exact moment to get the opportunity to write our names in history. Tonight is the beginning of the Heroes for Hire's journey here in Uprising. Trinicana happen to be the unfortunate team who are going to have to suffer in our conquest for those Trios Championships. And trust me we are aware of their threats, we are aware of the dangers that they have at their disposal but that doesn't threaten us... the Heroes for Hire are a team designed to overcome any team, on any given occasion and tonight is the night to make a star-studded performance!
The scene then cuts away to an advertisement.
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CUT TO:
PROMO -- BACKSTAGE
We are backstage at the locker room of TRINACRIA, one of them seated and the other two standing behind him. Ricky Rhodes dressed up in an all green outfit, jacket with embroidered shamrocks, slacks and shoes shiny as ever. Behind him the expressionless mountain of man known as Vincenzo Riina and Nico Pazzini in his excessive amount of jewelry and perhaps unnecessarily exposing ring gear.
RICKY RHODES
Top of the evenin’ to ya, Boston Massachusetts, and everyone here at the House Of Blues! Richard Rhodes here on behalf of the triumphant trio that is known as TRINACRIA me and the lads are in this fair city tonight to take on a returning team of proverbial prodigal sons coming back home to UPRISING, Heroes For Hire will be in the building, tonight! Yeah!
He claps his hands together in clearly mocking excitement
RICKY RHODES
Come on lads, join in!
Riina doesn’t even flinch but Pazzini slaps his hands together a few times. We see Rhodes with a wide smirk across his face.
RICKY RHODES
Heroes for Hire, gotta love em’ you just gotta love it don’t you? I mean look at our world with the pandemic and wars going around, if there ever was a time the world could use a hero or two it is in 2022. Of course that would be if you were real heroes and went after actual villains and the bad guys of the world, right?
He tilts his head a bit as if in thought.
RICKY RHODES
Then again, you aren’t just heroes are you? Bonnie Tyler won’t be making hits of you because you are aptly named “Heroes For Hire” which to me seems like you aren’t doing it out of the goodness of your heart. You are “for hire” so that means you are heroes for pay, out for profit. Someone, I don’t know is paying you to save the world. So you are motivated by financial gain, going after others to cash in some paper for it.. Now THAT sounds like a business plan I could get behind as well. Of course I can’t really do that since you, the so-called heroes are going against us in TRINACRIA and by process of elimination if YOU are the heroes..then that would make me and the lads here..
He seems to be adding it up with fingers of his gloved hand gesturing at the men behind him.
RICKY RHODES
..the villains? Are WE the bad guys here?! Listen, we get paid just like everyone else and if our business is being villains, hurting people, victimizing them and such..then I’d say business is good. However we too do it for financial gain, sure we garner some fame in the process and in some cases championships and accolades but why wouldn’t we? This is not a popularity contest TRINACRIA is not in UPRISING to make friends, you can cheer us or boo us to your heart's content as long as you pay the price of admission first, we don’t really care how you feel, because on every single show for UPRISING be it here in Boston or back “home” in Reno, Nevada! There will always be a venue full of mouth breathing masses of slobs who just have to see us, either in the hopes of seeing some supposed do-gooders such as our opponents tonight beat us to a pulp or maybe just maybe.. You all enjoy watching someone live life exactly as they want, free from the rules and guidelines of the very society that keeps you all in line. You want to be like us but since you don’t have the testicular fortitude, the guts the chutzpah, the courage to be that yourselves you have to live vicariously through us.
We can damn well hear the crowd boo from the ringside while Rhodes cackles out a laughter.
RICKY RHODES
So in a way I think it could be said that we are not that different from our opponents, we also provide what we do for a payment but also in a way we are very different from our opponents because you see chaps, coming back home is all well and good, being portrayed as a hero and cheered must make you feel special and all warm & fuzzy inside but that is pretty much all you are getting tonight. Because heroes such as yourselves only win, succeed and overcome in fairytales and fictional creations such as movies but this is different, the world we inhabit is very true, very harsh and very real and if you want to cast as the villains, the bad guys, go right ahead just remember that tonight at EQUINOX and just like it always goes in the real world. The villains win in the end: Every. Damn. Time. Welcome home Heroes For Hire, we’ll see you sorry sods in the ring, arrivederci!
We fade to black on Rhodes smirking while Pazzini flexes and Riina stays his usual stoic self.
HEROES FOR HIRE vs TRINACRIA
Shinobu catches Pazzini off guard with a swift elbow to the face as the bell rings then hits Rhodes with a hard forearm strike to the face – it gets caught and Rhodes shoves him back, only for him to stumble over Nico and end up rolled up in a small package.
ONE!
TW—KICKOUT!
Back up, Takashi flings Nico into the ropes and leans over for his return, but he hooks hold of the ropes and stops himself, allowing Rhodes to tag himself in. The moment Shinobu turns, he gets nailed with the Crane Kick that sends him staggering back towards the middle of the ring. To his credit, he doesn't go down but Rhodes is happy to help him with that, catching him as he wobbles, sending him sprawling with another swift kick to the midsection followed by a double arm DDT! Shinobu rolls out of the ring and Vincenzo Riina is there, grabbing him by the throat and flinging him over the ropes back into Ricky's clutches. He earns a warning for laying hands on Shinobu without being the legal man and he silently backs off, shaking his head. Rhodes drags the dazed Hero up and blasts him with a powerful kick to the hamstring that makes him favour the leg. He tries to dive into the Heroes corner, narrowly missing the outstretched hand of Miles Watson before Rhodes catches him around the waist and sends him across to the Trinacria side of the ring – Vincenzo catches him, hooks his arms behind his back and Rhodes comes in with a splash and then lights him up with the Santa Clara Tan before they get another warning from Neil Rana for the chicanery. Takashi elbows his way out, manages to catch a nice sidekick to the knee and he throws Rhodes over with a German suplex and bridges it into the pin!
ONE!
KICKOUT!
Rhodes is a little slower to his feet and it's enough time for Miles Watson to become the legal man! The crowd pops as soon as he charges in, only to meet with Nico, who's now the legal man. He charges at Pazzini with a clothesline, but Pazzini ducks underneath and pulls Watson down with a crucifix pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT!
Both competitors scramble up to their feet and Watson manages to get there the quickest, kicking Pazzini in the gut and dropping him with a facebuster. Watson scrambles up to his feet into the corner and Pazzini dodges his next strikes, nailing a textbook Yakuza kick followed with a snap suplex out of the corner. He makes the hot tag to Vincenzo who steps between the ropes and immediately bulldozes WATSON WITH A LARIAT THAT ALMOST TURNS HIM INSIDE OUT! HE SCOOPS HIM UP FOR A DEVASATATING POWERBOMB AND THEN TAGS RHODES, CATCHING WATSON IN THE BOW & ARROW HOLD! Going Broke! Rhodes curb stomps Watson's face and then kneels on his chest, pinning him to the canvas.
Riina cuts Richardson off and Nico's got the still wounded Takashi on the floor for a mean mugging.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): TRINACRIA
RICKY RHODES
Top of the evenin’ to ya, Boston Massachusetts, and everyone here at the House Of Blues! Richard Rhodes here on behalf of the triumphant trio that is known as TRINACRIA me and the lads are in this fair city tonight to take on a returning team of proverbial prodigal sons coming back home to UPRISING, Heroes For Hire will be in the building, tonight! Yeah!
He claps his hands together in clearly mocking excitement
RICKY RHODES
Come on lads, join in!
Riina doesn’t even flinch but Pazzini slaps his hands together a few times. We see Rhodes with a wide smirk across his face.
RICKY RHODES
Heroes for Hire, gotta love em’ you just gotta love it don’t you? I mean look at our world with the pandemic and wars going around, if there ever was a time the world could use a hero or two it is in 2022. Of course that would be if you were real heroes and went after actual villains and the bad guys of the world, right?
He tilts his head a bit as if in thought.
RICKY RHODES
Then again, you aren’t just heroes are you? Bonnie Tyler won’t be making hits of you because you are aptly named “Heroes For Hire” which to me seems like you aren’t doing it out of the goodness of your heart. You are “for hire” so that means you are heroes for pay, out for profit. Someone, I don’t know is paying you to save the world. So you are motivated by financial gain, going after others to cash in some paper for it.. Now THAT sounds like a business plan I could get behind as well. Of course I can’t really do that since you, the so-called heroes are going against us in TRINACRIA and by process of elimination if YOU are the heroes..then that would make me and the lads here..
He seems to be adding it up with fingers of his gloved hand gesturing at the men behind him.
RICKY RHODES
..the villains? Are WE the bad guys here?! Listen, we get paid just like everyone else and if our business is being villains, hurting people, victimizing them and such..then I’d say business is good. However we too do it for financial gain, sure we garner some fame in the process and in some cases championships and accolades but why wouldn’t we? This is not a popularity contest TRINACRIA is not in UPRISING to make friends, you can cheer us or boo us to your heart's content as long as you pay the price of admission first, we don’t really care how you feel, because on every single show for UPRISING be it here in Boston or back “home” in Reno, Nevada! There will always be a venue full of mouth breathing masses of slobs who just have to see us, either in the hopes of seeing some supposed do-gooders such as our opponents tonight beat us to a pulp or maybe just maybe.. You all enjoy watching someone live life exactly as they want, free from the rules and guidelines of the very society that keeps you all in line. You want to be like us but since you don’t have the testicular fortitude, the guts the chutzpah, the courage to be that yourselves you have to live vicariously through us.
We can damn well hear the crowd boo from the ringside while Rhodes cackles out a laughter.
RICKY RHODES
So in a way I think it could be said that we are not that different from our opponents, we also provide what we do for a payment but also in a way we are very different from our opponents because you see chaps, coming back home is all well and good, being portrayed as a hero and cheered must make you feel special and all warm & fuzzy inside but that is pretty much all you are getting tonight. Because heroes such as yourselves only win, succeed and overcome in fairytales and fictional creations such as movies but this is different, the world we inhabit is very true, very harsh and very real and if you want to cast as the villains, the bad guys, go right ahead just remember that tonight at EQUINOX and just like it always goes in the real world. The villains win in the end: Every. Damn. Time. Welcome home Heroes For Hire, we’ll see you sorry sods in the ring, arrivederci!
We fade to black on Rhodes smirking while Pazzini flexes and Riina stays his usual stoic self.
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BOSTON HOUSE OF BLUES — THE RING
TRIOS TITLE CONTENDER MATCHHEROES FOR HIRE vs TRINACRIA
Shinobu catches Pazzini off guard with a swift elbow to the face as the bell rings then hits Rhodes with a hard forearm strike to the face – it gets caught and Rhodes shoves him back, only for him to stumble over Nico and end up rolled up in a small package.
ONE!
TW—KICKOUT!
Back up, Takashi flings Nico into the ropes and leans over for his return, but he hooks hold of the ropes and stops himself, allowing Rhodes to tag himself in. The moment Shinobu turns, he gets nailed with the Crane Kick that sends him staggering back towards the middle of the ring. To his credit, he doesn't go down but Rhodes is happy to help him with that, catching him as he wobbles, sending him sprawling with another swift kick to the midsection followed by a double arm DDT! Shinobu rolls out of the ring and Vincenzo Riina is there, grabbing him by the throat and flinging him over the ropes back into Ricky's clutches. He earns a warning for laying hands on Shinobu without being the legal man and he silently backs off, shaking his head. Rhodes drags the dazed Hero up and blasts him with a powerful kick to the hamstring that makes him favour the leg. He tries to dive into the Heroes corner, narrowly missing the outstretched hand of Miles Watson before Rhodes catches him around the waist and sends him across to the Trinacria side of the ring – Vincenzo catches him, hooks his arms behind his back and Rhodes comes in with a splash and then lights him up with the Santa Clara Tan before they get another warning from Neil Rana for the chicanery. Takashi elbows his way out, manages to catch a nice sidekick to the knee and he throws Rhodes over with a German suplex and bridges it into the pin!
ONE!
KICKOUT!
Rhodes is a little slower to his feet and it's enough time for Miles Watson to become the legal man! The crowd pops as soon as he charges in, only to meet with Nico, who's now the legal man. He charges at Pazzini with a clothesline, but Pazzini ducks underneath and pulls Watson down with a crucifix pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT!
Both competitors scramble up to their feet and Watson manages to get there the quickest, kicking Pazzini in the gut and dropping him with a facebuster. Watson scrambles up to his feet into the corner and Pazzini dodges his next strikes, nailing a textbook Yakuza kick followed with a snap suplex out of the corner. He makes the hot tag to Vincenzo who steps between the ropes and immediately bulldozes WATSON WITH A LARIAT THAT ALMOST TURNS HIM INSIDE OUT! HE SCOOPS HIM UP FOR A DEVASATATING POWERBOMB AND THEN TAGS RHODES, CATCHING WATSON IN THE BOW & ARROW HOLD! Going Broke! Rhodes curb stomps Watson's face and then kneels on his chest, pinning him to the canvas.
Riina cuts Richardson off and Nico's got the still wounded Takashi on the floor for a mean mugging.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): TRINACRIA
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THE DEMON VERSUS THE SOCIOPATH
WENDIGO vs REGAN VOORHEES
They collide immediately, throwing strikes that are stiff and loud. Wendigo seems to get the upper hand after a series of alternating elbow and forearm strikes forces Regan back into the corner, her lips bloodied but the moment her back connects with the turnbuckles, she spits in Wendigo's face. The Last Monster grins, licking Regan's bloody spit from her lips before lunging in – a quick knee to the guts allows Voorhees to slip away but Wendigo catches her by the hair and whips her to the canvas, diving on her back and looking for a chicken wing – headbutt to the face and Regan slithers free, popping up to her feet only to find Wendigo's already there and already charging at her. Regan reacts purely on instinct, ducking and reaching out, tossing Wendigo up and over in a high backdrop. Wendigo sails over the ropes, her face slamming into the top of the heavy barrier with a resounding crack. Regan moves between the ropes and crosses to Wendigo, lining up with a big boot, but Wendigo grabs her foot, wrenching her off-balance. Regan falls awkwardly on the hard concrete, but immediately leaps back to her feet, driving the rising Wendigo back with a vicious chop to the face that sends blood spraying again. The Last Monster retaliates, slamming a shoulder into Regan, driving her back and right through the barrier as though it was made of papier-mâché – the crowd parts like the Red Sea but they're loving the carnage!
In the struggle, Regan manages to get her arms locked around The Last Monster's waist, hoisting him up and plastering him on the floor with a modified facebuster. The crowd is on their feet, booing loudly as Wendigo rolls over, shaking off the cobwebs. Regan smirks, reaches down, and grabs a handful of Wendigo's hair, pulling her upright, only to for the unholy fury of the Red Howl to be unleashed! Wendigo nails a right spinning elbow, left back fist, followed by a jumping lungblower right there on the concrete and Regan is down in a world of hurt – it's almost supernatural how Wendigo is up again in an instant and she drags Regan with her, snarling as she hauls her back towards the ring and rolls her in under the ropes. Climbing the ring steps, Wendigo hesitates for a moment, and then steps on the apron before slowly crawling up the ropes. She perches for a moment, watching Regan writhe in pain before leaping off and crashing down with both knees on Regan's midsection. Picking her up by the hair, she tosses Regan into the corner and pounces on her – mounted face bite and Regan gets a throat thrust in to break the assault – HOLY SHIT! RED MIST OUT OF NOWHERE AND WENDIGO IS BLINDED! REGAN SLIPS AROUND BEHIND HER! THE ABATTOIR (HAMMERLOCK CRADLE DDT) AND THE LAST MONSTER IS DOWN! CAN REGAN VOORHEES CAPITALIZE HERE?! She hooks a leg and Neil Rana moves into position to count.
ONE!
TW-
SOMEHOW, WENDIGO HAS HER FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE AND RANA SEES IT, WAVING OFF THE COUNT! THE CARNAGE CONTINUES!
Regan shows no mercy, hauling Wendigo back to her feet, kicking her hard in the guts before slamming her back down with the Belle Ringer (One-knee Codebreaker)! Wendigo flops as Regan leans on the ropes to catch her breath, turning around in horror at the increase in crowd noise only to find that The Last Monster is sitting up, blood flowing from her mouth. Wendigo snarls, the blood staining her chin and teeth standing out starkly against the flashbulbs popping around the arena. Regan runs across and almost decapitates her with a knee to the face before trapping her in the Cruelty-Free Chicken Wing (crossface chicken wing). Wendigo thrashes and snarls but ultimately succumbs to the choke and when Rana checks on her, she's out!
WINNER (VIA SUBMISSION): REGAN VOORHEES
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THE REMATCH ALMOST A YEAR IN THE MAKING
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR vs IGNIS
The lack of a flashy and overblown entrance for Kalinda should speak volumes of the respect she has for her opponent, but the crowd doesn't really seem to care, booing the pint-sized dragoness the moment the bell rings. She confers with her manager for a moment before nodding and turning around to duck under a charging lariat from Ignis! Tail whip and Sinestro is flying through the air, narrowly missing the head of Ignis and she pounces and starts dropping bombs on Kalinda. Ref Stef forces a break after some closed fists and the two lock gazes again, and then, surprisingly, Ignis launches herself at Kalinda but she manages to catch the former Uprising Champion and flings her overhead in a flawlessly executed judo toss. Ignis sails over the ropes, and hits the barrier hard, landing in a heap on the outside. She's quick to her feet, but Kalinda remedies that with an efficient baseball slide. Ignis sends Kalinda reeling back against the steel ring post with some stiff chops. Kalinda responds by blowing fire and Ignis dodges back to avoid having her eyebrows singed off! Kalinda goes for that cheap tail sweep but Ignis has that scouted and catches her, sending both crashing through the ring steps! Kalinda's up first and she rolls back into the ring, breaking up the count. Ignis drags herself to her feet, and reluctantly gets back inside the ring, clutching her ribs.
This time Kalinda goes for a clothesline, but Ignis ducks and follows up with a spinning wheel kick to the face. Kalinda scrambles back to her feet and waits for Ignis to get back up, before hooking her up and landing a textbook side belly-to-belly suplex. Kalinda seems to have the momentum on her side as she drops a knee, now two, onto the left shoulder of Ignis, softening up the arms to add insult to injury. This is quickly followed by a Fujiwara armbar, applying more pressure to the shoulder and arm of Ignis – smart move as Ignis won't be able to lock in that deadly submission of her own with a damaged shoulder. They're close enough to the ropes that Ignis gets the break by catching it with her foot but Kalinda holds on until the last second and a stern warning from Delano. They reset again to their feet, Ignis trying to work the damage from that shoulder as she sits up. The moment she makes it to her knees, Kalinda comes in with a standing dropkick to the shoulder and she hooks for the pinfall, wrapping her tail around Ignis for good measure!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO! KICKOUT!
There's still too much left in the tank as Ignis pops the right shoulder up. As soon as she makes it to her feet, Kalinda delivers a flawless snapmare takedown but it seems to take as much out of her as it does Ignis and she's slow to capitalize. When she does go for a knee drop, Ignis rolls aside and uses the ropes to help herself up. She waits a second and comes charging in with a clothesline, but Kalinda ducks under – IGNIS WAS EXPECTING IT AND CATCHES HER WITH A HEADLOCK TAKEOVER THAT TRANSITIONS INTO THE CROSSFACE PHOENIXWING! KALINDA STRUGGLES, STRAINING FOR THE ROPES BUT THEY'RE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING AND IT'S A FEW INCHES TOO FAR, EVEN WITH HER TAIL! Delano drops into position, checking for that submission but Kalinda refuses, shaking her head vehemently. Using her tail as a fulcrum for leverage, she manages to roll it over and reverse out! Ignis immediately goes for a wristlock – oh hell no! Speedy rollup from Kalinda!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
As Ignis stumbles to her feet, her irritation is visible as she rains rights and lefts down on her opponent's head, stopping only when the referee intervenes. Grabbing the head of Kalinda, helping her to her feet, Ignis whips her into the far side ropes, and nearly decapitates her with a hard lariat on the rebound! Ignis seems to be in total control at this point as she closes on her prey, not even trying to be the least bit cautious. Kalinda is unceremoniously pulled to her feet and is quickly wrapped up in a side bearhug by Ignis. Unfortunately, Kalinda has the advantage as she shifts her weight, dropping down to her knees, and wrenching on the shoulders and arms she'd been working on before, leaving Ignis no choice but to break the hold or have her shoulder dislocated. Kalinda pops back to her feet and executes an amazing roundhouse kick that nearly takes The Luchadork's head off. The former Uprising Champion crumbles to the canvas, dazed but when Kalinda looks for a pinfall, Ignis explodes and fights her off, nailing an elbow strike between the eyes that clearly has Kalinda seeing stars! That's all the opening she needs and Ignis manages to get the Burning Embers (cross armbar submission) locked in deep right in the middle of the ring. After a few moments trying to fight free, Kalinda reluctantly taps out.
WINNER (VIA SUBMISSION): IGNIS
CUT TO:
PROMO -- RECORDED EARLIER
The scene opens up on the streets of Boston, Massachusetts where we see MARISOL VILARO dressed to the nines in a tight-fitting black dress, black high heel pumps, and a Chanel handbag. It's certainly a different look for the Fitness Queen. Next to her is her boo CLIFF MORGAN who is dressed in an almost Minuteman inspired get-up, harkening back to his previous persona of a treasure hunter and historian. The duo, normally cocky, have a pair of serious expressions on their faces. Marisol soon begins to speak in a loud tone:
MARISOL VILARO
Boston, Massachusetts, you know when I was growing up in Barcelona when we would talk about the United States there were several cities that always came up. New York, obvious with Ellis Island, being the biggest city in your country if not one of the biggest in the world. The second Los Angeles, the home of Hollywood, and the movie industry. The third Chicago, then there are two that are mentioned but barely, two overshadowed by New York. One is Philadelphia, the other Boston.
Marisol keeps a serious look on her face as she keeps speaking.
MARISOL VILARO
I think I figured out why. You see, for every athlete like my boo Cliff Morgan you have bottom feeders like Reno Nevada, a man who betrayed his friend and hometown brother, Chris Mosh, Summer Page, and myself. Hayley, last time you had Jamey walk out and stand guard just so you could beat my boo, because we all know without him that title would of been put right around his waist where it belongs. See, this is a man who has earned his spot, earned his shots, and you can try and downplay, try and blame me but we know why you do that? So you have an excuse, Hayley. You take after your mentor and friends, emulating lowlifes like Griffin Hawkins and Samantha Tolson, a woman who lives her life slandering me time and time again. A woman who is about to get a lesson in respect, much like you are.
Cliff steps forward, rolling his shoulders and looking determined.
CLIFF MORGAN
Hayley may have brought herself into the annals of Uprising as the Silver State Champion, however, her very first reign as champion has been marked with blatant misinformation in a smear campaign – no surprise given the people she associates with. I have never cheated in a match against her, or anyone here in Uprising. Yet, she chooses to disrespect me, simply 'cause she doesn't like my hot-ass girlfriend.
He gestures to Marisol, who briefly poses.
CLIFF MORGAN
It's often said that history is written by the winners of the world. Much like how the great people of Boston helped liberate this country from British tyranny, I will be present to liberate the Silver State Championship from Hayley Fien's hands and into the right side of history… and history, is what Hayley is going to become after I'm finished with her.
Marisol smiles brightly and nods her head in agreement with the "Natural Born Adonis". When she speaks again, it's with a proud tone.
MARISOL VILARO
How right you are! She parrots all the misinformation spread by the likes of Tolson and Hawkins. But, I understand you’re scared. That tag team match a month ago was just the preview of what's going to happen tonight. Cliff Morgan here has been on deeper dives, more daring adventures in his life than this, but the Silver State Title is the treasure he's focused on and when he's focused, there's no stopping him.
Marisol eyes the camera as she keeps speaking in a direct tone.
MARISOL VILARO
This story isn’t going to be written by Hayley Finn, or any of her ilk. No! This story, by the end of it, the story of Equinox will be written by the One Percent. Tonight, mark my words, we shall all reign victorious. We shall dominate the competition and all your misinformation, Hayley, will be thrown out of the window as a better champion takes your place. Face it, the championship will look so much better on Cliff's body than yours.
Cliff nods.
CLIFF MORGAN
Simply put, I'm tired of you blatantly insulting me to fit your false narrative. I'm going to write you out of the history books and cement myself as the new champion. No excuses, no variables. Just me defeating you fair and square for MY championship.
Marisol smiles, nodding her head as she puts her hand on his shoulder, smirking proudly.
MARISOL VILARO
Then we will put you on the path to being a better you when you’re at your lowest, thanks to my Vilaro System. We will be sure to send you a two-week supply as a consolation prize and to better yourself all you will need to do is entrust in Mari! Shouldn’t be that hard, right? But then again, it all is for you. Cliff Morgan will show why he is the Captain of the Silver State Division!
Cliff Morgan and Marisol embrace, giving each other a smile before a light kiss is shared between the two. The scene then fades to black, with the Vilaro Fitness logo appearing on screen as the fans boo loudly at it.
MARISOL VILARO
Boston, Massachusetts, you know when I was growing up in Barcelona when we would talk about the United States there were several cities that always came up. New York, obvious with Ellis Island, being the biggest city in your country if not one of the biggest in the world. The second Los Angeles, the home of Hollywood, and the movie industry. The third Chicago, then there are two that are mentioned but barely, two overshadowed by New York. One is Philadelphia, the other Boston.
Marisol keeps a serious look on her face as she keeps speaking.
MARISOL VILARO
I think I figured out why. You see, for every athlete like my boo Cliff Morgan you have bottom feeders like Reno Nevada, a man who betrayed his friend and hometown brother, Chris Mosh, Summer Page, and myself. Hayley, last time you had Jamey walk out and stand guard just so you could beat my boo, because we all know without him that title would of been put right around his waist where it belongs. See, this is a man who has earned his spot, earned his shots, and you can try and downplay, try and blame me but we know why you do that? So you have an excuse, Hayley. You take after your mentor and friends, emulating lowlifes like Griffin Hawkins and Samantha Tolson, a woman who lives her life slandering me time and time again. A woman who is about to get a lesson in respect, much like you are.
Cliff steps forward, rolling his shoulders and looking determined.
CLIFF MORGAN
Hayley may have brought herself into the annals of Uprising as the Silver State Champion, however, her very first reign as champion has been marked with blatant misinformation in a smear campaign – no surprise given the people she associates with. I have never cheated in a match against her, or anyone here in Uprising. Yet, she chooses to disrespect me, simply 'cause she doesn't like my hot-ass girlfriend.
He gestures to Marisol, who briefly poses.
CLIFF MORGAN
It's often said that history is written by the winners of the world. Much like how the great people of Boston helped liberate this country from British tyranny, I will be present to liberate the Silver State Championship from Hayley Fien's hands and into the right side of history… and history, is what Hayley is going to become after I'm finished with her.
Marisol smiles brightly and nods her head in agreement with the "Natural Born Adonis". When she speaks again, it's with a proud tone.
MARISOL VILARO
How right you are! She parrots all the misinformation spread by the likes of Tolson and Hawkins. But, I understand you’re scared. That tag team match a month ago was just the preview of what's going to happen tonight. Cliff Morgan here has been on deeper dives, more daring adventures in his life than this, but the Silver State Title is the treasure he's focused on and when he's focused, there's no stopping him.
Marisol eyes the camera as she keeps speaking in a direct tone.
MARISOL VILARO
This story isn’t going to be written by Hayley Finn, or any of her ilk. No! This story, by the end of it, the story of Equinox will be written by the One Percent. Tonight, mark my words, we shall all reign victorious. We shall dominate the competition and all your misinformation, Hayley, will be thrown out of the window as a better champion takes your place. Face it, the championship will look so much better on Cliff's body than yours.
Cliff nods.
CLIFF MORGAN
Simply put, I'm tired of you blatantly insulting me to fit your false narrative. I'm going to write you out of the history books and cement myself as the new champion. No excuses, no variables. Just me defeating you fair and square for MY championship.
Marisol smiles, nodding her head as she puts her hand on his shoulder, smirking proudly.
MARISOL VILARO
Then we will put you on the path to being a better you when you’re at your lowest, thanks to my Vilaro System. We will be sure to send you a two-week supply as a consolation prize and to better yourself all you will need to do is entrust in Mari! Shouldn’t be that hard, right? But then again, it all is for you. Cliff Morgan will show why he is the Captain of the Silver State Division!
Cliff Morgan and Marisol embrace, giving each other a smile before a light kiss is shared between the two. The scene then fades to black, with the Vilaro Fitness logo appearing on screen as the fans boo loudly at it.
CUT TO:
BOSTON HOUSE OF BLUES — THE RING
THE DEMON VERSUS THE SOCIOPATH
WENDIGO vs REGAN VOORHEES
They collide immediately, throwing strikes that are stiff and loud. Wendigo seems to get the upper hand after a series of alternating elbow and forearm strikes forces Regan back into the corner, her lips bloodied but the moment her back connects with the turnbuckles, she spits in Wendigo's face. The Last Monster grins, licking Regan's bloody spit from her lips before lunging in – a quick knee to the guts allows Voorhees to slip away but Wendigo catches her by the hair and whips her to the canvas, diving on her back and looking for a chicken wing – headbutt to the face and Regan slithers free, popping up to her feet only to find Wendigo's already there and already charging at her. Regan reacts purely on instinct, ducking and reaching out, tossing Wendigo up and over in a high backdrop. Wendigo sails over the ropes, her face slamming into the top of the heavy barrier with a resounding crack. Regan moves between the ropes and crosses to Wendigo, lining up with a big boot, but Wendigo grabs her foot, wrenching her off-balance. Regan falls awkwardly on the hard concrete, but immediately leaps back to her feet, driving the rising Wendigo back with a vicious chop to the face that sends blood spraying again. The Last Monster retaliates, slamming a shoulder into Regan, driving her back and right through the barrier as though it was made of papier-mâché – the crowd parts like the Red Sea but they're loving the carnage!
In the struggle, Regan manages to get her arms locked around The Last Monster's waist, hoisting him up and plastering him on the floor with a modified facebuster. The crowd is on their feet, booing loudly as Wendigo rolls over, shaking off the cobwebs. Regan smirks, reaches down, and grabs a handful of Wendigo's hair, pulling her upright, only to for the unholy fury of the Red Howl to be unleashed! Wendigo nails a right spinning elbow, left back fist, followed by a jumping lungblower right there on the concrete and Regan is down in a world of hurt – it's almost supernatural how Wendigo is up again in an instant and she drags Regan with her, snarling as she hauls her back towards the ring and rolls her in under the ropes. Climbing the ring steps, Wendigo hesitates for a moment, and then steps on the apron before slowly crawling up the ropes. She perches for a moment, watching Regan writhe in pain before leaping off and crashing down with both knees on Regan's midsection. Picking her up by the hair, she tosses Regan into the corner and pounces on her – mounted face bite and Regan gets a throat thrust in to break the assault – HOLY SHIT! RED MIST OUT OF NOWHERE AND WENDIGO IS BLINDED! REGAN SLIPS AROUND BEHIND HER! THE ABATTOIR (HAMMERLOCK CRADLE DDT) AND THE LAST MONSTER IS DOWN! CAN REGAN VOORHEES CAPITALIZE HERE?! She hooks a leg and Neil Rana moves into position to count.
ONE!
TW-
SOMEHOW, WENDIGO HAS HER FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE AND RANA SEES IT, WAVING OFF THE COUNT! THE CARNAGE CONTINUES!
Regan shows no mercy, hauling Wendigo back to her feet, kicking her hard in the guts before slamming her back down with the Belle Ringer (One-knee Codebreaker)! Wendigo flops as Regan leans on the ropes to catch her breath, turning around in horror at the increase in crowd noise only to find that The Last Monster is sitting up, blood flowing from her mouth. Wendigo snarls, the blood staining her chin and teeth standing out starkly against the flashbulbs popping around the arena. Regan runs across and almost decapitates her with a knee to the face before trapping her in the Cruelty-Free Chicken Wing (crossface chicken wing). Wendigo thrashes and snarls but ultimately succumbs to the choke and when Rana checks on her, she's out!
WINNER (VIA SUBMISSION): REGAN VOORHEES
CUT TO:
PROMO -- RECORDED EARLIER
Samantha Tolson sits in a park, somewhere in the city of Boston. It's not the Public Garden, nor Paul Revere Park. It's not even Franklin Park, just a small green space that could be in just about any neighborhood in this venerable city. She wears a pair of her own PLMM Wear exercise tights, specifically the red and black pair, along with a black and gold Mizzou sweatshirt and black Nike trainers. Her hair is back in a ponytail as she relaxes on a small, weathered wooden bench.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
Around a month ago or so, Marisol Vilaro, you got a small taste of what it's like to be in the ring with me. A tag match, one in which you took your focus away from me. A dangerous mistake that cost you and Trey Bouchet that match. You were the one at fault, yet as you always do, you blamed me for cheating. We've gone over why that's false, so I'm not going to waste time doing it yet again. But as many times as I try to tell you, you just can't seem to get it through your supplement-enhanced skull why I don't like you, and that's one small example.
She shakes her head slowly.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
You're convinced this is jealousy talking, that I'm some gatekeeper, some sort of hater relic who just wants to keep "good people down". I don't want to drive you out of wrestling. I don't care about your snake-oil sales pitches. I couldn't care less about the supposed empire you and the One Percent are building. None of that matters one tiny bit to me. Let me be honest.
Leaning forward, she rests her palms on the bench on either side of her.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
I don't like you because nothing is ever your fault. Nothing happens because of you, at least in a negative sense. You lose, someone cheated. Mosh lost to Ignis, it was someone else's doing. Morgan lost to Hayley Fien, someone other than you was to blame. It couldn't have been his fault so let's blame the person Hayley brought in for backup.
The disdain is very clear in her expression, even though her voice remains calm.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
What you are, more than anything else, is a woman who lacks the courage to accept responsibility for your actions when they don't work. You won't own your bullshit when it hits the fan and costs you and your clients. You've been little more than the poster child for mismanagement in Uprising, but you'd never own it. Your One Percent has yet to win a title on your watch, but the fault lies with everyone from Larry Gowan to the ring crew. According to you, that is. Never mind the fact that your stupidity is on camera, right? It wasn't your fault.
The eye roll is quick, but there, nonetheless.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
Tonight, though, you can use that excuse honestly, because the fact you're about to be banished from ringside for a good while IS my fault. The fact that after tonight I'll have earned a shot at the Uprising World Championship IS my fault. And the fact you're incapable of stopping me? That's my fault, too. But let me bring you up to speed on what I really think about you when you strip away all the idiocy.
Sam pauses, as though she wants to make sure to word things just right.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
It's clear you're in good shape. It's clear you take this sport seriously, and you're smart enough to learn from past mistakes. You'll get on your grind and keep beating down the door until you get where you want to be. I can respect all that. The difference between us, though, is accountability. I hate losing like almost no one else in the sport, but I'll also own it. I know if I lost, I didn't do something right, and I'll say as much. You, on the other hand, need a scapegoat for each and every failure. That's why I don't like you. That's why you get grief from me. That's why you can't beat me. Until you look inside yourself to see why you lost, you never will.
She falls silent again, letting those words sink in.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
Tonight, Marisol, I teach you lessons you'll never forget. Tonight, I show you the deep and wide gap between you and I. Tonight, Marisol Vilaro, I put you and the One Percent behind me for good. You know, there's an old saying that says if you cut off the head, the body dies. Soon, Marisol, I'll set both head and body aside and finally be able to focus on the real goal. Hope you enjoy watching monitors in the back.
Samantha slowly stands, her blue eyes coldly staring at the camera before she turns to walk away.
Backstage special segment interviewer Natalie Owens steps out onto the ringside stage, looking gorgeous in a shimmering silver gown with a plunging back and her hair a gorgeous golden blonde. She lifts the microphone to her lips.
NATALIE OWENS
Wow. What a packed house we've got here.
(laughs nervously)
Boston... how are we doing out there tonight?!
The crowd pops enthusiatically.
NATALIE OWENS
Right now, it's my distinct pleasure to remind everyone of the stipulations surrounding this next match between former two-time Silver State Champion Samantha Tolson and the Fitness Queen Marisol Vilaro. I'm sure everyone's been glued to social media over the last few weeks, watching the rancor that's spilled out between these two competitors and has seen the bad blood that's been spilled across our affiliate company Absolute Power, as well. Tonight, the score will be settled. If Marisol Vilaro is pinned, she will be barred from ringside until our next Supershow, the season finale SOLSTICE. If she manages to pin Samantha Tolson, however, her clients, The One Percent, all become #1 contenders to the titles of their choosing, skipping the line--
The crowd erupts in a scattering of boos and Natalie waits for them to calm down before continuing.
NATALIE OWENS
If Samantha Tolson wins the match, she becomes the #1 contender for the Uprising World Championship, taking on Griffin Hawkins at the next episode of Revolution. If, however, she is pinned and is unable to answer a three count, she will be required to publicly endorse the Vilaro System until SOLSTICE. Not at all complicated, right?
She laughs as the crowd breaks into divided chants, Samantha Tolson and Marisol Vilaro glaring at each other from their respective sides of the ring.
VILARO SYSTEM!
TOLSON ROCKS!
VILARO SYSTEM!
TOLSON ROCKS!
NATALIE OWENS
And now, without further ado, let's get this match underway!
ULTIMATE SCORE TO SETTLE
MARISOL VILARO vs SAMANTHA TOLSON
Tolson grabs Marisol by the shoulders, spins her around and starts laying into her with some stiff forearms and kicks – the Fitness Queen does her best to fend off the assault, but Tolson is relentless as she darts in and plants Marisol with a snap suplex. Vilaro's quick to her feet and she springs at Tolson, looking for an opening. The two circle each other, each with an identical look of determination. Tolson stops suddenly, holding out her hand, looking for the classic Greco-Roman knuckle lock but Marisol refuses to take the bait – almost as if she expected that, Samantha sweeps her legs out from under her and then immediately goes for a Mind Your Head (running v-trigger knee strike)! Marisol's down and Tolson goes for a stomp on the shoulder, missing and stunning herself as Marisol has the presence of mind to roll out of harm's way – SURPRISE ROLL UP FROM BEHIND ON TOLSON AND MARISOL'S GOT THE FIRST CHANCE AT A PINFALL!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO!
Back on their feet, they connect in the middle of the ring, locking up and immediately breaking apart as Tolson tries to capitalize on her power advantage only for Marisol to shove her away after a cheap eye rake that gets through Tolson's defenses. Marisol slams her in the face with a palm strike, almost shattering her nose. Tolson rushes Marisol, pushing her back against the ropes and lays in some knife-edge chops before transitioning to the Nihon e no ōdo (Ode to Japan). Marisol crumbles in the corner and Tolson drives a knee into her face, getting a huge pop from the crowd as Vilaro screams in agony at the impact. Tolson goes for a Yakuza kick but misses as Vilaro dives in with a spear, tackling her to the canvas and locking her into the Marvelous Stretch (bow and arrow)! Tolson dives towards the ropes, dragging Vilaro with her and she gets the break although Vilaro takes a few seconds to release the hold (because of course she does)! The second it breaks, Marisol nails Tolson right between the eyes with a backfist, leaving her seeing stars. Smirking sadistically as she circles, Marisol crouches, waiting for Tolson to regain her footing and the moment she does, Marisol unloads some kicks to the back of the thighs and knees, ripping off the assault she received in the corner to weaken Tolson's vertical base. Samantha staggers to one knee and Marisol leaps off the second rope, looking for a roundhouse to the face but Tolson dives and instead Big J gets the worst of it! The official hits the mat like a ton of bricks and Marisol whips Tolson at the ropes, connecting with a cross body block that sends her sprawling to the floor, taking the momentary advantage!
The crowd's booing only seems to fuel Vilaro as she vaults over the ropes and nails the rising Tolson with a forearm to the face! Marisol grabs the back of Tolson's head and pulls her up, sending her crashing into the stairs! Dropping down, she fishes something out of her cleavage – it's that little atomizer of muscle spray and she tries to shoot it in Tolson's face only for the Pretty Little Murder Machine to kick it out of her hands. Marisol screams and Tolson chops her hard enough to stagger her before scooping her up! Fireman's carry into a slam back first on the apron. Marisol rolls under the rope on sheer instinct and Tolson follows her in. Big J's finally back upright from that earlier impact and he's watching for signs of submission as Samantha catches Marisol by the head and cinches in a side headlock! Marisol tries to reverse it out and take Tolson off her feet but she's got her feet planted. Marisol chops her way free and Tolson flings her at the ropes – shoulder tackle on the rebound and Marisol's down again! Tolson rolls her shoulder, trying to work out the stiffness of the impact and Marisol staggers back up, running at her – TOLSON CATCHES AND HOISTS HER ONTO HER SHOULDERS! MARISOL FIGHTS TO BREAK FREE FROM THAT FIREMAN'S CARRY AND TOLSON LIFTS HER HIGHER INTO A VERTICAL SUPLEX! SHE GETS INSANE HANG TIME, THE CROWD ERUPTING IN CHEERS THAT QUICKLY TURN TO BOOING AS MARISOL FLIPS BACK AND CATCHES TOLSON'S HEAD FOR A SLOPPY DDT! BOTH HIT THE DECK, BOTH WOOZY FOR DIFFERENT REASONS. Both hit their feet at the same time. Marisol lashes out with a boot to the guts and looks for a stunner – reversal into a backslide!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE—NO!
Marisol gets loose at the last second and rolls to her knees. Tolson looks beyond frustrated. Marisol, on the other hand, has a strangely devious smile on her face as she avoids being dragged back down by Tolson. She lashes out with a wild kick and catches Sam in the face, getting enough of a break to slip out of arm's reach and she immediately heads for Big J. She says something lost in the roar of the crowd and he nods – maybe she's apologizing for the earlier accident? He starts to say something else and Marisol hauls back and decks him right in the face, sending him staggering back. He immediately calls for the bell just as Tolson gets to her feet, looking confused before she hears Big J yelling about the disqualification for the blatant strike. Because she wasn't pinned, though, Marisol won't be banned from ringside and that's obviously the reason she's grinning from ear to ear as she rolls out of the ring, ignoring the hatred pouring out from the crowd.
WINNER (VIA DISQUALIFICATION): SAMANTHA TOLSON
SAMANTHA TOLSON
Around a month ago or so, Marisol Vilaro, you got a small taste of what it's like to be in the ring with me. A tag match, one in which you took your focus away from me. A dangerous mistake that cost you and Trey Bouchet that match. You were the one at fault, yet as you always do, you blamed me for cheating. We've gone over why that's false, so I'm not going to waste time doing it yet again. But as many times as I try to tell you, you just can't seem to get it through your supplement-enhanced skull why I don't like you, and that's one small example.
She shakes her head slowly.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
You're convinced this is jealousy talking, that I'm some gatekeeper, some sort of hater relic who just wants to keep "good people down". I don't want to drive you out of wrestling. I don't care about your snake-oil sales pitches. I couldn't care less about the supposed empire you and the One Percent are building. None of that matters one tiny bit to me. Let me be honest.
Leaning forward, she rests her palms on the bench on either side of her.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
I don't like you because nothing is ever your fault. Nothing happens because of you, at least in a negative sense. You lose, someone cheated. Mosh lost to Ignis, it was someone else's doing. Morgan lost to Hayley Fien, someone other than you was to blame. It couldn't have been his fault so let's blame the person Hayley brought in for backup.
The disdain is very clear in her expression, even though her voice remains calm.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
What you are, more than anything else, is a woman who lacks the courage to accept responsibility for your actions when they don't work. You won't own your bullshit when it hits the fan and costs you and your clients. You've been little more than the poster child for mismanagement in Uprising, but you'd never own it. Your One Percent has yet to win a title on your watch, but the fault lies with everyone from Larry Gowan to the ring crew. According to you, that is. Never mind the fact that your stupidity is on camera, right? It wasn't your fault.
The eye roll is quick, but there, nonetheless.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
Tonight, though, you can use that excuse honestly, because the fact you're about to be banished from ringside for a good while IS my fault. The fact that after tonight I'll have earned a shot at the Uprising World Championship IS my fault. And the fact you're incapable of stopping me? That's my fault, too. But let me bring you up to speed on what I really think about you when you strip away all the idiocy.
Sam pauses, as though she wants to make sure to word things just right.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
It's clear you're in good shape. It's clear you take this sport seriously, and you're smart enough to learn from past mistakes. You'll get on your grind and keep beating down the door until you get where you want to be. I can respect all that. The difference between us, though, is accountability. I hate losing like almost no one else in the sport, but I'll also own it. I know if I lost, I didn't do something right, and I'll say as much. You, on the other hand, need a scapegoat for each and every failure. That's why I don't like you. That's why you get grief from me. That's why you can't beat me. Until you look inside yourself to see why you lost, you never will.
She falls silent again, letting those words sink in.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
Tonight, Marisol, I teach you lessons you'll never forget. Tonight, I show you the deep and wide gap between you and I. Tonight, Marisol Vilaro, I put you and the One Percent behind me for good. You know, there's an old saying that says if you cut off the head, the body dies. Soon, Marisol, I'll set both head and body aside and finally be able to focus on the real goal. Hope you enjoy watching monitors in the back.
Samantha slowly stands, her blue eyes coldly staring at the camera before she turns to walk away.
CUT TO:
BOSTON HOUSE OF BLUES — THE RING
Backstage special segment interviewer Natalie Owens steps out onto the ringside stage, looking gorgeous in a shimmering silver gown with a plunging back and her hair a gorgeous golden blonde. She lifts the microphone to her lips.
NATALIE OWENS
Wow. What a packed house we've got here.
(laughs nervously)
Boston... how are we doing out there tonight?!
The crowd pops enthusiatically.
NATALIE OWENS
Right now, it's my distinct pleasure to remind everyone of the stipulations surrounding this next match between former two-time Silver State Champion Samantha Tolson and the Fitness Queen Marisol Vilaro. I'm sure everyone's been glued to social media over the last few weeks, watching the rancor that's spilled out between these two competitors and has seen the bad blood that's been spilled across our affiliate company Absolute Power, as well. Tonight, the score will be settled. If Marisol Vilaro is pinned, she will be barred from ringside until our next Supershow, the season finale SOLSTICE. If she manages to pin Samantha Tolson, however, her clients, The One Percent, all become #1 contenders to the titles of their choosing, skipping the line--
The crowd erupts in a scattering of boos and Natalie waits for them to calm down before continuing.
NATALIE OWENS
If Samantha Tolson wins the match, she becomes the #1 contender for the Uprising World Championship, taking on Griffin Hawkins at the next episode of Revolution. If, however, she is pinned and is unable to answer a three count, she will be required to publicly endorse the Vilaro System until SOLSTICE. Not at all complicated, right?
She laughs as the crowd breaks into divided chants, Samantha Tolson and Marisol Vilaro glaring at each other from their respective sides of the ring.
VILARO SYSTEM!
TOLSON ROCKS!
VILARO SYSTEM!
TOLSON ROCKS!
NATALIE OWENS
And now, without further ado, let's get this match underway!
ULTIMATE SCORE TO SETTLE
MARISOL VILARO vs SAMANTHA TOLSON
Tolson grabs Marisol by the shoulders, spins her around and starts laying into her with some stiff forearms and kicks – the Fitness Queen does her best to fend off the assault, but Tolson is relentless as she darts in and plants Marisol with a snap suplex. Vilaro's quick to her feet and she springs at Tolson, looking for an opening. The two circle each other, each with an identical look of determination. Tolson stops suddenly, holding out her hand, looking for the classic Greco-Roman knuckle lock but Marisol refuses to take the bait – almost as if she expected that, Samantha sweeps her legs out from under her and then immediately goes for a Mind Your Head (running v-trigger knee strike)! Marisol's down and Tolson goes for a stomp on the shoulder, missing and stunning herself as Marisol has the presence of mind to roll out of harm's way – SURPRISE ROLL UP FROM BEHIND ON TOLSON AND MARISOL'S GOT THE FIRST CHANCE AT A PINFALL!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO!
Back on their feet, they connect in the middle of the ring, locking up and immediately breaking apart as Tolson tries to capitalize on her power advantage only for Marisol to shove her away after a cheap eye rake that gets through Tolson's defenses. Marisol slams her in the face with a palm strike, almost shattering her nose. Tolson rushes Marisol, pushing her back against the ropes and lays in some knife-edge chops before transitioning to the Nihon e no ōdo (Ode to Japan). Marisol crumbles in the corner and Tolson drives a knee into her face, getting a huge pop from the crowd as Vilaro screams in agony at the impact. Tolson goes for a Yakuza kick but misses as Vilaro dives in with a spear, tackling her to the canvas and locking her into the Marvelous Stretch (bow and arrow)! Tolson dives towards the ropes, dragging Vilaro with her and she gets the break although Vilaro takes a few seconds to release the hold (because of course she does)! The second it breaks, Marisol nails Tolson right between the eyes with a backfist, leaving her seeing stars. Smirking sadistically as she circles, Marisol crouches, waiting for Tolson to regain her footing and the moment she does, Marisol unloads some kicks to the back of the thighs and knees, ripping off the assault she received in the corner to weaken Tolson's vertical base. Samantha staggers to one knee and Marisol leaps off the second rope, looking for a roundhouse to the face but Tolson dives and instead Big J gets the worst of it! The official hits the mat like a ton of bricks and Marisol whips Tolson at the ropes, connecting with a cross body block that sends her sprawling to the floor, taking the momentary advantage!
The crowd's booing only seems to fuel Vilaro as she vaults over the ropes and nails the rising Tolson with a forearm to the face! Marisol grabs the back of Tolson's head and pulls her up, sending her crashing into the stairs! Dropping down, she fishes something out of her cleavage – it's that little atomizer of muscle spray and she tries to shoot it in Tolson's face only for the Pretty Little Murder Machine to kick it out of her hands. Marisol screams and Tolson chops her hard enough to stagger her before scooping her up! Fireman's carry into a slam back first on the apron. Marisol rolls under the rope on sheer instinct and Tolson follows her in. Big J's finally back upright from that earlier impact and he's watching for signs of submission as Samantha catches Marisol by the head and cinches in a side headlock! Marisol tries to reverse it out and take Tolson off her feet but she's got her feet planted. Marisol chops her way free and Tolson flings her at the ropes – shoulder tackle on the rebound and Marisol's down again! Tolson rolls her shoulder, trying to work out the stiffness of the impact and Marisol staggers back up, running at her – TOLSON CATCHES AND HOISTS HER ONTO HER SHOULDERS! MARISOL FIGHTS TO BREAK FREE FROM THAT FIREMAN'S CARRY AND TOLSON LIFTS HER HIGHER INTO A VERTICAL SUPLEX! SHE GETS INSANE HANG TIME, THE CROWD ERUPTING IN CHEERS THAT QUICKLY TURN TO BOOING AS MARISOL FLIPS BACK AND CATCHES TOLSON'S HEAD FOR A SLOPPY DDT! BOTH HIT THE DECK, BOTH WOOZY FOR DIFFERENT REASONS. Both hit their feet at the same time. Marisol lashes out with a boot to the guts and looks for a stunner – reversal into a backslide!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE—NO!
Marisol gets loose at the last second and rolls to her knees. Tolson looks beyond frustrated. Marisol, on the other hand, has a strangely devious smile on her face as she avoids being dragged back down by Tolson. She lashes out with a wild kick and catches Sam in the face, getting enough of a break to slip out of arm's reach and she immediately heads for Big J. She says something lost in the roar of the crowd and he nods – maybe she's apologizing for the earlier accident? He starts to say something else and Marisol hauls back and decks him right in the face, sending him staggering back. He immediately calls for the bell just as Tolson gets to her feet, looking confused before she hears Big J yelling about the disqualification for the blatant strike. Because she wasn't pinned, though, Marisol won't be banned from ringside and that's obviously the reason she's grinning from ear to ear as she rolls out of the ring, ignoring the hatred pouring out from the crowd.
WINNER (VIA DISQUALIFICATION): SAMANTHA TOLSON
Samantha Tolson stares daggers at the retreating Vilaro, running across the ring and leaning over the top rope to yell something lost in the crowd noise. Marisol smirks and laughs, shaking her head as she mimes rubbing her eyes. Tolson may have claimed her contender status on a technicality here, but The 1% and Marisol haven't been put in their place at all. The crowd seems just as pissed off as Tolson is and cutting away to another advertisement for the replay of the finale of My Undead Detective on the Splat Network is a blessing.
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CUT TO:
BOSTON HOUSE OF BLUES — THE RING
THE REMATCH ALMOST A YEAR IN THE MAKING
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR vs IGNIS
The lack of a flashy and overblown entrance for Kalinda should speak volumes of the respect she has for her opponent, but the crowd doesn't really seem to care, booing the pint-sized dragoness the moment the bell rings. She confers with her manager for a moment before nodding and turning around to duck under a charging lariat from Ignis! Tail whip and Sinestro is flying through the air, narrowly missing the head of Ignis and she pounces and starts dropping bombs on Kalinda. Ref Stef forces a break after some closed fists and the two lock gazes again, and then, surprisingly, Ignis launches herself at Kalinda but she manages to catch the former Uprising Champion and flings her overhead in a flawlessly executed judo toss. Ignis sails over the ropes, and hits the barrier hard, landing in a heap on the outside. She's quick to her feet, but Kalinda remedies that with an efficient baseball slide. Ignis sends Kalinda reeling back against the steel ring post with some stiff chops. Kalinda responds by blowing fire and Ignis dodges back to avoid having her eyebrows singed off! Kalinda goes for that cheap tail sweep but Ignis has that scouted and catches her, sending both crashing through the ring steps! Kalinda's up first and she rolls back into the ring, breaking up the count. Ignis drags herself to her feet, and reluctantly gets back inside the ring, clutching her ribs.
This time Kalinda goes for a clothesline, but Ignis ducks and follows up with a spinning wheel kick to the face. Kalinda scrambles back to her feet and waits for Ignis to get back up, before hooking her up and landing a textbook side belly-to-belly suplex. Kalinda seems to have the momentum on her side as she drops a knee, now two, onto the left shoulder of Ignis, softening up the arms to add insult to injury. This is quickly followed by a Fujiwara armbar, applying more pressure to the shoulder and arm of Ignis – smart move as Ignis won't be able to lock in that deadly submission of her own with a damaged shoulder. They're close enough to the ropes that Ignis gets the break by catching it with her foot but Kalinda holds on until the last second and a stern warning from Delano. They reset again to their feet, Ignis trying to work the damage from that shoulder as she sits up. The moment she makes it to her knees, Kalinda comes in with a standing dropkick to the shoulder and she hooks for the pinfall, wrapping her tail around Ignis for good measure!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO! KICKOUT!
There's still too much left in the tank as Ignis pops the right shoulder up. As soon as she makes it to her feet, Kalinda delivers a flawless snapmare takedown but it seems to take as much out of her as it does Ignis and she's slow to capitalize. When she does go for a knee drop, Ignis rolls aside and uses the ropes to help herself up. She waits a second and comes charging in with a clothesline, but Kalinda ducks under – IGNIS WAS EXPECTING IT AND CATCHES HER WITH A HEADLOCK TAKEOVER THAT TRANSITIONS INTO THE CROSSFACE PHOENIXWING! KALINDA STRUGGLES, STRAINING FOR THE ROPES BUT THEY'RE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING AND IT'S A FEW INCHES TOO FAR, EVEN WITH HER TAIL! Delano drops into position, checking for that submission but Kalinda refuses, shaking her head vehemently. Using her tail as a fulcrum for leverage, she manages to roll it over and reverse out! Ignis immediately goes for a wristlock – oh hell no! Speedy rollup from Kalinda!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
As Ignis stumbles to her feet, her irritation is visible as she rains rights and lefts down on her opponent's head, stopping only when the referee intervenes. Grabbing the head of Kalinda, helping her to her feet, Ignis whips her into the far side ropes, and nearly decapitates her with a hard lariat on the rebound! Ignis seems to be in total control at this point as she closes on her prey, not even trying to be the least bit cautious. Kalinda is unceremoniously pulled to her feet and is quickly wrapped up in a side bearhug by Ignis. Unfortunately, Kalinda has the advantage as she shifts her weight, dropping down to her knees, and wrenching on the shoulders and arms she'd been working on before, leaving Ignis no choice but to break the hold or have her shoulder dislocated. Kalinda pops back to her feet and executes an amazing roundhouse kick that nearly takes The Luchadork's head off. The former Uprising Champion crumbles to the canvas, dazed but when Kalinda looks for a pinfall, Ignis explodes and fights her off, nailing an elbow strike between the eyes that clearly has Kalinda seeing stars! That's all the opening she needs and Ignis manages to get the Burning Embers (cross armbar submission) locked in deep right in the middle of the ring. After a few moments trying to fight free, Kalinda reluctantly taps out.
WINNER (VIA SUBMISSION): IGNIS
CUT TO:
BACKSTAGE -- LOCKER ROOMS
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In the back, we see Silver State Champion, HAYLEY FIEN preparing for her biggest match to date. The crowd gives a mixed reaction at the sight of her. She's standing in front of the mirror, putting the final touches on her gear as someone knocks on the door.
HAYLEY FIEN
Come in!
The person who walks in is none other than MEAGAN G, the 5BW General Manager and Hayley’s trainer and the Silver State Champion looks surprised to see her.
HAYLEY FIEN
Meagan, I did not expect you to be here for this show.
MEAGAN G
I came because I wanted to see Mary Ellen bash Drew Rogers' head in, but I am also worried for you.
Hayley looks confused.
MEAGAN G
A barbed wire steel cage match is nothing you want to fuck around with – you could do lasting and irreparable damage to yourself out there tonight. I understand why you did it to prevent Marisol from getting involves, but something like this WILL change you forever. I’ve been through this plenty of times before and it’s not fun.
Hayley shakes her head, vehement in her reply.
HAYLEY FIEN
I am well aware of this, thank you. And honestly, Meagan? I am sick and tired of that bitch thinking that her man is better than EVERYONE here. I already said it plenty of times before regarding him. He gives me what I want, I will give him what HE SHOULD get.
Meagan folds her arms, knowing better than to argue. She's seen plenty in her day, but the passion of conviction written all over her former student's face is clear as day.
HAYLEY FIEN
I'm sick of them thinking I'm not good enough, that I somehow won this on a fluke and that my reign isn't – 134 days as of today. I passed Gaston's record and that bitch STILL can't even get my name right. It's maddening. It's frustrating and tonight, this all ends, Meagan. Cliff Morgan will know what it’s like to feel pain and what it will be like to bleed like no tomorrow for something he wants. I hope Marisol is ready to cry like the bitch she is, and I hope the medical team has the Red Cross on speed dial! This is going to be dangerous. I know that – I just hope you know that I'm ready to go to the next level, no matter what happens inside that cage tonight.
Hayley walks away as Meagan shakes her head, that look of concern back on her face. Has the Silver State Championship gotten into her head?
HAYLEY FIEN
Come in!
The person who walks in is none other than MEAGAN G, the 5BW General Manager and Hayley’s trainer and the Silver State Champion looks surprised to see her.
HAYLEY FIEN
Meagan, I did not expect you to be here for this show.
MEAGAN G
I came because I wanted to see Mary Ellen bash Drew Rogers' head in, but I am also worried for you.
Hayley looks confused.
MEAGAN G
A barbed wire steel cage match is nothing you want to fuck around with – you could do lasting and irreparable damage to yourself out there tonight. I understand why you did it to prevent Marisol from getting involves, but something like this WILL change you forever. I’ve been through this plenty of times before and it’s not fun.
Hayley shakes her head, vehement in her reply.
HAYLEY FIEN
I am well aware of this, thank you. And honestly, Meagan? I am sick and tired of that bitch thinking that her man is better than EVERYONE here. I already said it plenty of times before regarding him. He gives me what I want, I will give him what HE SHOULD get.
Meagan folds her arms, knowing better than to argue. She's seen plenty in her day, but the passion of conviction written all over her former student's face is clear as day.
HAYLEY FIEN
I'm sick of them thinking I'm not good enough, that I somehow won this on a fluke and that my reign isn't – 134 days as of today. I passed Gaston's record and that bitch STILL can't even get my name right. It's maddening. It's frustrating and tonight, this all ends, Meagan. Cliff Morgan will know what it’s like to feel pain and what it will be like to bleed like no tomorrow for something he wants. I hope Marisol is ready to cry like the bitch she is, and I hope the medical team has the Red Cross on speed dial! This is going to be dangerous. I know that – I just hope you know that I'm ready to go to the next level, no matter what happens inside that cage tonight.
Hayley walks away as Meagan shakes her head, that look of concern back on her face. Has the Silver State Championship gotten into her head?
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BOSTON HOUSE OF BLUES — THE RING
SILVER STATE CHAMPIONSHIP: BARBED WIRE CAGE
HAYLEY FIEN (c) vs CLIFF MORGAN
This is it. This is the fight that Hayley Fien has been waiting for as she is putting her Silver State Championship on the line against her arch rival, Cliff Morgan. The first one out of the back is Cliff Morgan with the fans cheering for him and giving a standing ovation considering that this is his hometown. Cliff Morgan is ready for a fight and a battle as he is walking into his hometown. The next one out of the back is Hayley Fien as the fans are giving a mixed reaction, mostly boos due to this being Cliff’s hometown, but she is ready for this fight. She eyes the barbed wire cage and gets in the ring and gets in the face of Cliff Morgan. The fans are booing at Hayley with Cliff having a serious look on his face. The match then starts with both Hayley and Cliff coming at it right out of the gate.
The fans are cheering for this with the hometown hero getting the best of Hayley Fien. Hayley is not giving up the fight in this and tosses Cliff Morgan right into the barbed wire cage. The fans are booing at this as she is beating him down and bangs his head into the cage. The fans are booing with Hayley taking him out and giving him a snapmare onto the ground. She runs into the ropes, but Cliff comes up and gives her a sick clothesline, which takes off her head. Blood is coming from behind his head, but he does not mind. His mission is taking away this championship from Hayley. He then picks up Hayley and throws her into the cage to the delight of the fans. Hayley gets caught with Cliff picking her up again and ramming her face first. Now Hayley is bleeding from the forehead.
The Boston crowd is cheering for him and he picks Hayley up and goes for a suplex. Hayley crashes right on the ground with Cliff smirking and pointing at his head. He then taps his elbow and gives her an elbow drop right into her heart. The fans are cheering and want him to do it again as he does, but Hayley moves out of the way and knees him right in the face. The fans are now booing as Hayley smirks at this and goes up top on the turnbuckle. She looks at Cliff and waits for him to get up. Cliff gets to his feet and comes right after her and gives her a top rope arm drag off the turnbuckle! The fans are cheering as he waits for Hayley to stand back up. She gets back to her feet and he comes off with a crossbody, going for the first pin of the night, but Hayley kicks out of it.
Cliff looks and picks up Hayley as he throws her into the ropes, but she flips and goes for a handspring cutter and sends Cliff crashing to the floor. Hayley looks and cuts her throat as she goes up top. The fans don’t know what she is going as she looks and goes for a 450 splash, but Cliff moves out of the way, causing Hayley to land on her feet. Cliff runs and jumps on the ropes and goes for a springboard DDT, taking Hayley to the ground. This is what Hayley wanted out of him and he is giving it as he is about to end this match. Cliff is looking around and goes to climb the cage as the fans are cheering for him, but Hayley is stirring. As he gets to the middle with his hands bleeding, Hayley jumps on the ropes, puts him on her shoulders and takes him down with a Electric Chair Drop! The fans are holding their head at this and begin to chant.
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
Hayley and Cliff are both down with Hayley lurking over him, but Cliff is on his knees and begins to punch her in the face. Hayley throws punches to the boss while Cliff throws punches to the cheers and leads to the point of Haymakers because they don’t like each other, but Cliff hits Hayley so hard in the face that it takes her out! The fans are cheering with Cliff picking up Hayley Fien and looks into her face and yells.
CLIFF MORGAN
You bitch! I told you I was capable of doing this without HELP!
Cliff Morgan sets her up for the Last Crusade, but Hayley reverses it and goes for the Ocean Waves and takes him down violently. The fans are booing with Hayley looking at them and smirking. She is about to win this match up and retain her championship as she pins Morgan, the boos growing in intensity.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--KICKOUT!
The fans erupt and Hayley rocks back, holding her head with blood coming out all over her face. She picks up Cliff Morgan and yells in his face.
HAYLEY FIEN
STAY THE FUCK DOWN! STAY DOWN, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!
She runs into the ropes and goes for the Watch the Wave, but Cliff Morgan scouts this pretty well and picks Hayley up right in his shoulders and BACKS her into the cage and rams her while she is on his shoulders, but Hayley uses the same move she used on Griffin Hawkins to original win the championship back in December, but it does not work this time with Cliff going for a backpack stunner on her! Cliff takes her out as the fans are cheering. He goes over and climbs the cage with the fans cheering for this as he heads towards that escape. Hayley goes right after him, scaling the cage as well. Cliff is beating her, but sees she's gaining on him pretty fast. The both of them are on the top of the steel cage and the crowd goes from holding their breath to breaking out in a new chant:
PLEASE DON'T DIE!
PLEASE DON'T DIE!
PLEASE DON'T DIE!
PLEASE DON'T DIE!
PLEASE DON'T DIE!
PLEASE DON'T DIE!
The both of them have to be careful with this and they're clearly aware of the danger. Hayley seems to be getting the best of him and is about to end him, but Cliff Morgan goes for a big boot right into her face. Staring at Hayley, he looks at her and swings, but Hayley ducks out of the way and hits the Matrix! Cliff sideswipes her and puts her jeans right into the top and flips her over the edge, hanging by her belt loops! This is a crafty way as Hayley has no way of getting out, dangling precariously as Cliff starts climbing down. The crowd is going absolutely insane, drowning out Hayley's screams of outrage as she tries to free herself. Cliff jumps the last few feet to hit the floor! The bell rings as we have a NEW Silver State Champion with the fans going nuts.
WINNER (VIA CAGE ESCAPE) AND NEW SILVER STATE CHAMPION: CLIFF MORGAN
Marisol comes running down the ramp and the couple meet in an embrace, the First Couple of Fitness taking a moment to celebrate how great this night has been so far as Cliff holds up his newly-won championship to a huge ovation.
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CUT TO:
BOSTON HOUSE OF BLUES — THE RING
HEADLINE MATCH
RENO NEVADA vs CHRIS MOSH
Thousands of fans all around the ring and in the balconies are cheering. Cameras move down ring side and sweep over the crowd, showing countless happy faces. Happy, that is, until Manic Drive’s “VIP” hits the sound system. A wave of boos rock the building as Chris Mosh walks out with Marisol Vilaro at his side. The two 1%ers make their way down the ramp, all the way to ringside, stopping only long enough for Vilaro to offer one last bit of strategy advice. As she makes her way around the ring, Mosh climbs up the steel steps and walks confidently down the apron before ducking through the ropes.
He soaks in their hatred, taking plenty of time to mock them while strutting around the ring. His music then slowly fades out, leaving the soundtrack of the moment to be the animosity of the thousands in attendance.
Several seconds pass, and then the house lights go out. The boos transform into a wall of acclamation. The intro to the Dropkick Murphy’s “Shipping Up to Boston” explodes over the PA system but immediately gets swallowed by the roar of the crowd. From the tunnel out walks Reno Nevada in a Larry Bird jersey and an Irish kilt with black taped hands and boots. Spotlights converge on him. As he descends the ramp with a serious look in his eye, the ring announcer calls him by his old nickname, The Outlaw.
Reno climbs up onto the apron, kicks through the ropes, and basks in his moment in front of his hometown crowd, going from turnbuckle to turnbuckle. Eventually he removes the jersey and tosses it into the crowd as the music fades. Referee Stef Delano stands in the middle of the ring. A soccer chant breaks out in the stands as the two wrestlers stare at one another. Delano signals the bell and orders the match to begin.
Reno darts across the ring. Mosh moves back and sticks his head through the ropes. Delano steps in front of him to prevent Reno from interrupting the rope break. Mosh shoots back in and cracks Reno across the jaw with a cheap shot.
Reno stumbles away. Mosh pursues, throwing forearms and elbows up and down the other man’s back and head. Eventually Reno ends up in the far corner. Mosh sends several hard shots to the side of his head, followed by a handful of kicks to the ribs.
Mosh turns around to strut a little for the crowd before turning back to throw another punch. Reno ducks under! Mosh spins in time to get smacked across the mouth! The VIP goes back first into the turnbuckle. Reno starts throwing a combo. Punch! Chop! Forearm! Mosh is getting lit up! Vilaro is shouting words of encouragement from the floor.
Reno jumps up onto the middle rope and aims right at Mosh’s forehead but the VIP slips under and stumbles midway across the ring. The Outlaw drops down and walks after his opponent. He grabs Mosh by the arm, turns and whips him into the ropes. Mosh rockets back and gets judo tossed to the mat. Reno hangs on to the arm and torques it at the shoulder. Mosh clenches his free hand and hisses from the pain.
After several seconds, the VIP displays a quick wrestling transition, rolling forward to relieve the pressure on his arm and stands upright. He then twists Reno’s arm around into a hammerlock from behind. The Outlaw grabs at his shoulder now and moves carefully trying to reposition without further straining the joint.
Mosh is hanging on though, even as his opponent tries to reposition, until Reno starts throwing hard elbows back into the VIP’s face. The hammerlock breaks and Reno spins around and nails a crushing haymaker that rocks Mosh!
Reno grabs Mosh, scoops up him and then slams him HARD on the mat! Reno chants break out as he looks at the sea of faces. He then bends down to pick the VIP back up by the hair. He scoops the other man up again, only this time hoists him up on his right shoulder. He turns and starts running before dropping down for the IRISH ROVER (Running Shoulder Breaker)!!! Mosh grabs his arm just as Reno covers him for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
Reno sits up, grabs Mosh by the hair, and stands him up. He sends a hard forearm into Mosh’s jaw and sends him reeling backward into the corner. Reno flips the other man the bird before kicking him in the gut. Mosh doubles over! Reno yanks him into a front face lock! WELCOME TO RENO, MOTHER FUCKER (Double Underhook DDT)!!!
No! Mosh collapses to the canvas before Reno can drive him head first onto the mat. The Outlaw laughs at how pathetic the VIP then bends down to pick the man back up. Mosh rises up and pokes Reno in the eye! The Outlaw stumbles backward, rubbing at his eye, until he ends up back first into a corner.
Mosh stands up with a big smile ripped across his face. He waves a little to the crowd before taking off running. He spins around and back splashes the Outlaw in the corner. Reno stumbles forward. Mosh cinches him from behind and then flips backward. German suplex into the turnbuckles!!
Reno flops to the mat with his neck bent awkwardly against the bottom rung. Mosh rolls out of the ring and moves behind the ring post. He grabs both of Reno’s arms and yanks them backward, trying to dislocate both shoulders.
Delano sternly counts to four before Mosh breaks to avoid the DQ. He then rolls back into the ring and starts to kick the other man while he’s down. Reno eats a few of those stomps as he tries to get away. He rolls toward the middle of the ring and then gets up on his hands and knees. Mosh grabs him by the jaw and forces his face to look up. Mosh curls his hand into a fist, aims it, and throws a hard punch.
Reno blocks it! He throws an uppercut that staggers Mosh! He then stands and hits an oblique kick that buckles the VIP’s knee. Reno then turns and runs for the ropes. On the rebound, he charges the VIP, but Mosh is ready for him. He seizes the Outlaw belly to bell before tossing him over head with a suplex!
Reno sits up, holding his back in pain as Mosh gets up in the background. Mosh runs over and kicks Reno in the chest, sending him flat on his back. He then drops down to cover for the pin! Delano drops down to count it!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
Mosh yanks Reno up by the head and then grabs his shoulder, applying another hammerlock to the left arm, the same one he attacked earlier. The pain on Reno’s face is obvious as he tries to power through it. The crowd cheers him on. Mosh yells at them to shut up, but it only makes them louder.
Reno pushes himself up to his feet and Mosh has no choice but to follow in order to maintain the hold. Reno tries to throw more elbows, but the VIP sees them coming and ducks his head down to avoid the damage. Reno then drops forward and rolls through, freeing his arm, but when he stands back up he gets NAILED with a clothesline that whiplashes him backward and down to the canvas. Mosh covers for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
Mosh stands and walks around the ring. A "You Suck" chant breaks out. Mosh cups his ear as he struts with a big ol' grin, taking it all in before returning his attention to the Outlaw. He walks over and picks the other man up by the back of the head before dragging him over to a corner. He slams Reno face first into the turnbuckle a few times before forcing him to lay chest first on the top pad. He then curls that targeted left arm around the top rope, reaches through, and yanks on it.
Delano moves in and starts to count the rope break. Mosh wrenches back on the arm until the last possible moment before the count reaches five, then releases just before the ref shoves him backward. She checks on Reno who gives a quick "I’m okay" before standing up from the corner. Clearly he’s favoring that left arm now as he faces the VIP.
Mosh waves him to the middle of the ring. Reno moves forward with his hands up after giving his left arm a shake. Mosh waits for the man to approach before running sideways to the ropes. He rolls out to the floor and starts walking around with a smile. Reno chases after him, baseball sliding out of the ring and runs. Mosh sprints forward, rounding the next corner before climbing into the ring. Reno goes in after him. There’s Vilaro! She grabs his ankle, stopping him midway under the bottom rope.
The VIP takes advantage, stomping the other man several times in the upper body. Delano is at the ropes, shouting at Vilaro to stay out of it or Mosh is getting DQ’d. Vilaro holds her hands up and backs off.
Mosh shoves Reno fully out onto the apron then reaches through the ropes to stand him up by the back of his neck. Once vertical, he pulls Reno through the middle rope into a front face lock, then drags him further until he’s hanging over the rope by his ankles. Mosh then drops down for a Hangman’s DDT! He then pulls Reno away from the ropes before going for the pinfall attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
Mosh stands quickly, dragging Reno with him, before throwing him chest first into the corner. He then follows in, grabs Reno from behind, and lifts him up to sit on the top turnbuckle. The VIP smashes him a few times across the back with his forearm before climbing up after him. Both men end up standing on the top ropes! Mosh has him around the waist. SUPER GERMAN SUPLEX! Reno lands HARD on his upper back before flipping over twice to end up on his back nearly in the far corner! Mosh rolls over and holds his lumbar region as the move took a toll on him as well. After several seconds pass, Mosh crawls over slowly, until finally he reaches the other man and drapes an arm over his chest. Delano slides in for the count!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
Reno places his boot on the bottom rope! A hair away from defeat, Delano catches it out of the corner of her eye and waves it off. Mosh lifts his head to see the rope break and scowls. He sits up and throws a little temper tantrum, taking out his frustration on the referee.
Eventually he gets over it and stands. After sending a few stiff kicks into Reno’s stomach, he bends down to pick the other man up by the neck. Reno starts to get up. Mosh grabs his arm and tries to bend it into another hammerlock. Reno gets a burst of energy! He rolls forward, stands and twists Mosh’s arm behind his back, then spins around and nails a hard clothesline! Mosh hits the mat hard and Reno goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
He pulls Mosh to his feet, locks him around the neck, and then twists. BOSTON MASSACRE (Swinging Neckbreaker)!!! Another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICK OUT!
Reno jumps up and walks around the ring with his arms out. He screams to the crowd!
RENO
WHERE ARE WE?!
CROWD
BOSTON! BOSTON! BOSTON!
Reno turns around and points at the VIP as the other man is starting to stand on wobbly legs.
RENO
WELCOME TO BOSTON, MOTHER FUCKER!
Mosh doesn’t see it coming. Reno moves in, kicks him in the gut to double him over, then double underhooks his arms. WELCOME TO RENO, MOTHER FUCKER (Double Underhook DDT)!!! Mosh gets drilled head first into the mat then flips over onto his back!
Vilaro saw it coming a mile away. She’s immediately on the apron and starts to climb into the ring, forcing Delano’s focus away from the potential winning pinfall. Both women get into a heated exchange as the crowd boos loudly.
Reno rolls a leg up on Mosh for the cover. The crowd yells out the count to three, with Mosh not moving at all. Reno looks around and sees Delano caught up in drama with Vilaro. He jumps to his feet and walks over. Vilaro drops down and starts scurrying away. Reno rolls out of the ring to go after her, letting his emotions get the best of him.
Vilaro doesn't see him coming after her! He rounds the corner and reaches out just in time to get a handful of hair! She thrashes, grabbing at his hand trying to free herself, but he won’t let go!
RENO
You want to be in the match so much, let’s go!
He yanks her over to the ring and throws her under the bottom rope. He’s in after her in a split second and goes to grab her again, but now she’s scurrying away for the far corner. Mosh is still out of it in the middle of the ring!
Vilaro climbs up to her feet using the ropes and pushes her back into the corner. Delano moves in, trying to regain control over the match. She’s off to the side of Vilaro and yelling at Reno to let her leave. Reno looks around at the crowd for approval. They cheer wildly! He shrugs and takes off running for her! SPEAR!!!
BUT NO! Vilaro grabs Delano and yanks her in front of her! Reno crashes shoulder first into the referee and Delano goes down hard! Reno stands up with his hands on his head in disbelief! Vilaro then walks over and kicks the Outlaw straight in the family jewels! The crowd groans as Reno grabs himself before falling over. She then steps over Delano’s unconscious body to check on Mosh. She smacks him lightly in the face to bring him back around. He then starts to stir as the life comes back to him.
Reno is up on his feet behind him. He walks off the pain as he heads for Vilaro. With a big ol’ grin he grabs her by the hair and forces her to stand up. She’s wailing around trying to get free! The crowd is cheering madly, until—
Running down the ramp is Vega "Minotauro" Montenegro, a ghost from Reno’s past who earlier revealed he had signed a contract, but didn’t state whether it was with UPRISING or not. Clearly, he is now employed by the 1% as the MMA fighter slides head first into the ring. He pops up and grabs Reno from behind, locking in a rear naked choke!
Reno struggles to get free but the hooks are in and the choke is deep! Mosh is sitting up now with Vilaro’s aid. He pushes her off and stands as Reno’s face turns purple! The VIP walks over and starts kicking the Boston wrestler in the stomach as the fans in attendance scream, yell and boo. Reno is out!
Vega releases the hold and pushes Reno off of him before standing. Both men now take turns kicking the knocked out man. Up at the top of the ramp, “Big J” Soames comes running down toward the ring! Vilaro alerts Vega, who immediately drops out of the ring to meet the new official at the bottom of the ramp with a devastating right hand that drops him out cold! Reno is waking back up as the blood returns to his brain. Mosh orders Vilaro to help him stand the Boston wrestler up. Mosh then quickly takes his position behind the man and bends forward, hooking both arms. He then stands up with Reno dangling upside down against his back! HE DROPS DOWN! MOSH PIT (Vertebreaker)!!!! Reno slams neck first into the canvas and falls over unconscious!
Vilaro hurries over to Delano who has finally started to come around. She shakes the woman over to Reno’s body as Mosh goes for the cover before ditching out to ringside with Vega. Delano looks up and sees the pinfall attempt. Much to the displeasure of everyone in attendance, she starts to count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): CHRIS MOSH
The bell rings. Mosh launches into the air with his arms up and cheering before falling onto his knees. Vega and Vilaro enter the ring and join the VIP in celebration. The fans are going apeshit and soon start throwing cups and other garbage into the ring. The 1% are forced out and start to move up the aisle, where they continue to get pelted with trash until they finally reach the safety of the tunnel.
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© UPRISING 2022
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URSULA VON ROSSBACH vs TYBERIUS VORONIN
THE BELONGING (c) vs #TBMCALI
JACK MOREAU vs GRAHAM CLAUSON
SUMMER PAGE vs MOLLY HATCHET
CLYDE CHENEY & THE FAMILY CROWE vs CHRIS PAGE, BRITTANI HELMS & JACKI O'LANTERN
CODA (c) vs MATTHEW KNOX
HEROES FOR HIRE vs TRINACRIA
WENDIGO vs REGAN VOORHEES
MARISOL VILARO vs SAMANTHA TOLSON
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR vs IGNIS
CODA (c) vs MATTHEW KNOX
HEROES FOR HIRE vs TRINACRIA
WENDIGO vs REGAN VOORHEES
MARISOL VILARO vs SAMANTHA TOLSON
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR vs IGNIS
HAYLEY FIEN (c) vs CLIFF MORGAN
RENO NEVADA vs CHRIS MOSH
SPECIAL THANKS TO MIKE, KNOX, RC, CCP AND MEAGAN FOR THE MATCH WRITING ON THIS ONE! TEAMWORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK!
SPECIAL THANKS TO MIKE, KNOX, RC, CCP AND MEAGAN FOR THE MATCH WRITING ON THIS ONE! TEAMWORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK!
