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LIVE FROM THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM at the historic ELDORADO CASINO in RENO, NV JUNE 4, 2022 |
INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM -- RINGSIDE
#HEAR ME NNNNNOOOOWWWW!!!!
The sound of Machine Head’s 'IMPERIUM' assaults all in the arena as the Lady Terminator enters to her old theme. She is dressed in black combat fatigues and boots, a tank top, gloves, and a black leather jacket. The scowl on her face matched the fury of her music. Her foot falls clomp with authority on the ramp, barely audible over the crowd due to the proximity of a camera following her. Arriving at ringside, she grabs the ropes and pulls herself up onto the apron with ease, then pushes down on the very top one to step over them to enter the ring.
The Ring announcer stands in the ring, a bit confused as would be anyone else as to why she would be here. She was neither booked nor expected, yet here she is, snatching the microphone from the ring announcer and shoving him so forcefully that he falls on his back and rolls out of the ring. There she stands a cold burning fire in the middle of the ring as she lets the music play, her nostrils flaring with each deep draw of angry breath. Finally she draws her thumb across her throat and the music stops. The microphone is lifted with such slow, precise ease to her lips.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
For a long time I have been forced into darkness, only allowed to rise at her beck and call and why? Because she felt humanity was worth preserving.
Slowly, she shakes her head.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
No. I would have rather died with her rather than hear those words from Matthew Knox’s mouth uttered as our match was called short. I WOULD HAVE RATHER FACED OBLIVION THAN TO BE MOCKED LIKE THAT! Larry Gowan, you betrayed her and by extension, myself. You let that man have his way and why, because she was momentarily inconvenienced?
Her gaze finds the nearest camera, staring with an unnerving lack of blinking. Not one time did her eyelids even so much as flutter.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
If you had only had faith, Mr. Gowan, I would have risen to the surface and Matthew Knox would be NO MORE. I am not Ursula, I am The Machine. I am the one who all truly fear, for Ursula can be reasoned with. I am the one who answers when she falters in weakness and now, she has checked out. I am in control and pity to any and all who dare to challenge me for I am not merciful, weak, or even charitable.
She snaps her head around, glowering at the crowd now.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
YOU STOLE MY RIGHT FROM ME, GOWAN. HE WAS MINE AND YOU NOT ONLY TOOK IT FROM ME, YOU GAVE IT AWAY WITHOUT CONTEST, THEN SHUFFLED ME TO SOME DARK SHOW AGAINST SOME UNDESERVING WORM??!!! HOW DARE YOU?!
Her fist is so tight that the leather of her glove strains against the pressure her fingers pressing against her palm create.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
As for Petra Vasquez at Unleashed? May whatever god she worships have mercy on her pitiful soul. I will demonstrate the difference between myself and Ursula. She exercises far too much restraint and I have none. After I discard her corpse, I have but one goal...
She steps forward, looking directly at the entrance arch.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
I DEMAND a rematch with The Raven, Mr. Gowan, or I will begin shrinking your roster of talent one wrestler at a time until I get what I want. I have done this before elsewhere and I will do it again. Ursula’s precious resume was started by me in exactly the same fashion and I am not afraid to pad it with more injured and dead.
Through the curtains steps Devon Rivera along with four other rather strong looking uniformed security guards. Devon carries a microphone in his hand.
DEVON RIVERA
Ms. Von Rossbach, I am going to have to ask you to leave that ring peacefully. We are to escort you from the building per the General Manager's request.
Ursula slowly tilts her head forward.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Mr. Rivera, you lack the training and capability to move me in any capacity but my own volition. Return to the back and bring me Mr. Gowan and I will spare you from the humiliation that awaits.
Devon slowly shakes his head and pulls from his vest a folding baton which he unfurls with a flick of his wrist as do the rest of his staff.
DEVON RIVERA
You leave me no choice, then. Get her, boys.
His four man team rushes the ring. Ursula drops her microphone and steps back, quickly removing her jacket and tossing it aside. They surround the ring and enter. Instantly one is brought low by her Terminator Kick. Another is picked up by the legs and hurled effortlessly out of the ring. Two converge from either side of her to batter her with batons. She doubles over, soaking the hits momentarily before elbowing one hard, doubling him over. The other finds his wrist gripped and then snapped, eliciting a high pitched scream of pain until her forehead finds his, knocking him unconscious. The one she elbowed returns, engaging her one on one. She blocks his swing, hitting him with speedy yet powerful jabs, an elbow to his temple, and a straight thrust of the inside of her hand upon his windpipe, collapsing it and leaving him on his back and choking for air.
Devon Rivera throws his vest off and rushes down to the ring. He slides in, hops up and engages Ursula in military CQC. They bat each other’s hands aside one after the other. The retired Army reservist outmatched by a battle hardened war veteran, he finds himself sent flying back with a gastrizine kick that leaves him choking on air, seated by the ropes. He fights to get up, not completely recovered. Ursula brutally rams her knee into his guts over and over, then hits him directly in his diaphragm, followed by an uppercut and right cross combination that drops him to one knee. The tough man falls to his knees, coughing and croaking but fighting with every ounce of his strength to get back up. Ursula straddles his back, squatting down and locking him into a full nelson. Deep in the Omega Lock, all Devon can do is scream in agony as she violently wrenches his spine left and right, showing the full might and power of the move. Other security personnel show up just as she releases the hold, leaving him devastated and unmoving in the middle of the ring.
Ursula picks up the microphone as a horrified Larry Gowan steps up behind them.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
He will do as the first victim of my word, Mr. Gowan. I will leave you now with this warning: I am The Machine and this is but a sample of what I can do. Deny me at the peril of all you cherish and build. I shall have my revenge on either your people or Mr. Knox. Give me what I desire and I might be gracious enough to allow Ursula to return in more than name. I know you all prefer her over me.
Tossing the microphone down, she gathers her jacket and calmly leaves, stepping past the security who are clearly in awe and in fear of her. Gowan backs away from her as her eyes never leave his for even one second. She stops for a moment, a small smirk quirks the corner of her mouth. Looking away, Ursula calmly walks to the back with a look of absolute satisfaction on her face. The camera looks back at the destruction in the ring, showing the head of security and his four best operatives, each a mangled and battered shell of themselves. This, mercifully, cuts away to the opening video package.
The sound of Machine Head’s 'IMPERIUM' assaults all in the arena as the Lady Terminator enters to her old theme. She is dressed in black combat fatigues and boots, a tank top, gloves, and a black leather jacket. The scowl on her face matched the fury of her music. Her foot falls clomp with authority on the ramp, barely audible over the crowd due to the proximity of a camera following her. Arriving at ringside, she grabs the ropes and pulls herself up onto the apron with ease, then pushes down on the very top one to step over them to enter the ring.
The Ring announcer stands in the ring, a bit confused as would be anyone else as to why she would be here. She was neither booked nor expected, yet here she is, snatching the microphone from the ring announcer and shoving him so forcefully that he falls on his back and rolls out of the ring. There she stands a cold burning fire in the middle of the ring as she lets the music play, her nostrils flaring with each deep draw of angry breath. Finally she draws her thumb across her throat and the music stops. The microphone is lifted with such slow, precise ease to her lips.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
For a long time I have been forced into darkness, only allowed to rise at her beck and call and why? Because she felt humanity was worth preserving.
Slowly, she shakes her head.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
No. I would have rather died with her rather than hear those words from Matthew Knox’s mouth uttered as our match was called short. I WOULD HAVE RATHER FACED OBLIVION THAN TO BE MOCKED LIKE THAT! Larry Gowan, you betrayed her and by extension, myself. You let that man have his way and why, because she was momentarily inconvenienced?
Her gaze finds the nearest camera, staring with an unnerving lack of blinking. Not one time did her eyelids even so much as flutter.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
If you had only had faith, Mr. Gowan, I would have risen to the surface and Matthew Knox would be NO MORE. I am not Ursula, I am The Machine. I am the one who all truly fear, for Ursula can be reasoned with. I am the one who answers when she falters in weakness and now, she has checked out. I am in control and pity to any and all who dare to challenge me for I am not merciful, weak, or even charitable.
She snaps her head around, glowering at the crowd now.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
YOU STOLE MY RIGHT FROM ME, GOWAN. HE WAS MINE AND YOU NOT ONLY TOOK IT FROM ME, YOU GAVE IT AWAY WITHOUT CONTEST, THEN SHUFFLED ME TO SOME DARK SHOW AGAINST SOME UNDESERVING WORM??!!! HOW DARE YOU?!
Her fist is so tight that the leather of her glove strains against the pressure her fingers pressing against her palm create.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
As for Petra Vasquez at Unleashed? May whatever god she worships have mercy on her pitiful soul. I will demonstrate the difference between myself and Ursula. She exercises far too much restraint and I have none. After I discard her corpse, I have but one goal...
She steps forward, looking directly at the entrance arch.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
I DEMAND a rematch with The Raven, Mr. Gowan, or I will begin shrinking your roster of talent one wrestler at a time until I get what I want. I have done this before elsewhere and I will do it again. Ursula’s precious resume was started by me in exactly the same fashion and I am not afraid to pad it with more injured and dead.
Through the curtains steps Devon Rivera along with four other rather strong looking uniformed security guards. Devon carries a microphone in his hand.
DEVON RIVERA
Ms. Von Rossbach, I am going to have to ask you to leave that ring peacefully. We are to escort you from the building per the General Manager's request.
Ursula slowly tilts her head forward.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Mr. Rivera, you lack the training and capability to move me in any capacity but my own volition. Return to the back and bring me Mr. Gowan and I will spare you from the humiliation that awaits.
Devon slowly shakes his head and pulls from his vest a folding baton which he unfurls with a flick of his wrist as do the rest of his staff.
DEVON RIVERA
You leave me no choice, then. Get her, boys.
His four man team rushes the ring. Ursula drops her microphone and steps back, quickly removing her jacket and tossing it aside. They surround the ring and enter. Instantly one is brought low by her Terminator Kick. Another is picked up by the legs and hurled effortlessly out of the ring. Two converge from either side of her to batter her with batons. She doubles over, soaking the hits momentarily before elbowing one hard, doubling him over. The other finds his wrist gripped and then snapped, eliciting a high pitched scream of pain until her forehead finds his, knocking him unconscious. The one she elbowed returns, engaging her one on one. She blocks his swing, hitting him with speedy yet powerful jabs, an elbow to his temple, and a straight thrust of the inside of her hand upon his windpipe, collapsing it and leaving him on his back and choking for air.
Devon Rivera throws his vest off and rushes down to the ring. He slides in, hops up and engages Ursula in military CQC. They bat each other’s hands aside one after the other. The retired Army reservist outmatched by a battle hardened war veteran, he finds himself sent flying back with a gastrizine kick that leaves him choking on air, seated by the ropes. He fights to get up, not completely recovered. Ursula brutally rams her knee into his guts over and over, then hits him directly in his diaphragm, followed by an uppercut and right cross combination that drops him to one knee. The tough man falls to his knees, coughing and croaking but fighting with every ounce of his strength to get back up. Ursula straddles his back, squatting down and locking him into a full nelson. Deep in the Omega Lock, all Devon can do is scream in agony as she violently wrenches his spine left and right, showing the full might and power of the move. Other security personnel show up just as she releases the hold, leaving him devastated and unmoving in the middle of the ring.
Ursula picks up the microphone as a horrified Larry Gowan steps up behind them.
URSULA VON ROSSBACH
He will do as the first victim of my word, Mr. Gowan. I will leave you now with this warning: I am The Machine and this is but a sample of what I can do. Deny me at the peril of all you cherish and build. I shall have my revenge on either your people or Mr. Knox. Give me what I desire and I might be gracious enough to allow Ursula to return in more than name. I know you all prefer her over me.
Tossing the microphone down, she gathers her jacket and calmly leaves, stepping past the security who are clearly in awe and in fear of her. Gowan backs away from her as her eyes never leave his for even one second. She stops for a moment, a small smirk quirks the corner of her mouth. Looking away, Ursula calmly walks to the back with a look of absolute satisfaction on her face. The camera looks back at the destruction in the ring, showing the head of security and his four best operatives, each a mangled and battered shell of themselves. This, mercifully, cuts away to the opening video package.
CUT TO:
INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
OPENING CONTEST
ROSS HANSON vs LOCAL TALENT
"The Grovit is here!" Or at least that is what Ross Hanson yelled to Local Talent from across the ring. Ross also made it a point to rile up every fan he could on the way to the ring, firmly establishing himself as somebody who doesn't care if people like him. The bell sounds, but Ross does not budge an inch. Ditching his "Grovit, U.Y.A." ring jacket is the only movement he makes, just staring down Local Talent as they step into the middle of the ring.
Talent takes another step forward and without warning, Ross is behind him in a rear waistlock. With ease, Ross lifts him up and slams him face and stomach down onto the mat, stepping a foot over to straddle Local Talent. With each brutal blow of his crossface forearms, Ross yells out that "this could be you, Azzy Vebbins! Serenity Holmes! Larry Gowan! Oh, wait, he's retired now! OH WELL, HE CAN GET SOME TOO!" When he feels bored with this, Ross says "WATCH THIS!", brings the man to his feet, and whips him to the corner with the force about equal to The Hulk grabbing Loki by his ankles and slamming him into the concrete.
Local bounces out of the corner, falling forward. Ross meets him, pushing him back in the corner. Once Ross realizes his opponent isn't going anywhere (thanks to being seated with their back to the turnbuckles) his face lights up as he moves to the middle of the ring. The fans continuously boo, as Ross feigns childlike excitement while toe-tapping in the other corner. Ross charges in from across the corner, absolutely crushing Local Talent with a running flipping senton into the corner.
Ross gets right back up, returning the fans' boos with middle fingers.
ROSS HANSON
It's Grovit time! U! Y! A!
With more and more fans joining in on the jeering, Ross pulls his opponent up by the neck. Twisting his head to the side, Ross applies the Grovit lock. He looks like he's about to have an orgasm, squeezing and twisting on Local's neck and head. Screaming for his life, the referee calls for the bell and records the submission. He has to practically pry Ross' arms off of the other guy's neck.
WINNER (VIA SUBMISSION): ROSS HANSON
With no theme music, only boos and his opponent's moans, Ross Hanson's hand is raised and he is announced as the winner. He doesn't seem to care about either, and whatever excitement he had during the match is now gone. Ross merely steps through the ropes and exits the ring, marching straight up the ramp and ignoring the fan's taunts.
At Gorilla, passing through the curtain, stands a bewildered Graham Clauson. He opens his mouth to say something to Ross as he passes by, but Ross just walks right on by ignoring him. Graham’s mouth hangs open as he watches him walk down the hallway and out of sight. This concludes the debut of the Grovit. However, Graham’s mouth eventually stops hanging and becomes a snarl. With almost zero hesitation, Graham looks towards Larry at the nearby production table as he steps towards the curtain heading to ringside.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
Sorry, Boss, but I’m pulling an audible!
Graham steps through the curtain, prompting a commercial break to occur, showing an ad for the upcoming Cannabis Cup sponsored by CCPE!
At Gorilla, passing through the curtain, stands a bewildered Graham Clauson. He opens his mouth to say something to Ross as he passes by, but Ross just walks right on by ignoring him. Graham’s mouth hangs open as he watches him walk down the hallway and out of sight. This concludes the debut of the Grovit. However, Graham’s mouth eventually stops hanging and becomes a snarl. With almost zero hesitation, Graham looks towards Larry at the nearby production table as he steps towards the curtain heading to ringside.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
Sorry, Boss, but I’m pulling an audible!
Graham steps through the curtain, prompting a commercial break to occur, showing an ad for the upcoming Cannabis Cup sponsored by CCPE!
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CUT TO:
RINGSIDE
Reno gets ten good licks in on Vega’s legs, likely doing significant damage, before briefly chasing Marisol around and then finally making his way up the ramp. Serenity takes time to celebrate by doing corner to corner. Marisol climbs into the ring and hurries to check on Mosh. Serenity sees her and drops down. Marisol slowly stands and, before we cut away, the two women stare one another down.
Returning from the ad break, Graham Clauson stands in the ring with a microphone in hand while EARFQUAKE by Galleons is playing through the arena. Pacing back and forth, clearly upset, only two seconds pass before he erupts.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
I’m about done with all of the recent disrespect that has been coming my way lately, so let’s not mince words here. I just got snubbed backstage by some rookie fuck who thinks he can blow snot on the boots of those who came before him, so before I get to him, I’m going to get to the original reason I was going to come out here. I’m not going to complain about getting a shot at a ducat, but I’m going to make this short and sweet when it comes to you, Matthew Knox: Come the 14th at Unleashed, you’re going to leave without that championship, and the fact that you couldn’t beat two guys who spend half their day stoned off their asses!
A voice cuts off Graham from continuing further.
ROSS HANSON
Shut the fuck up, you blowhard.
Boos echo through the arena as Ross Hanson steps back out through to ringside, microphone in hand. He continues to walk towards ringside as he speaks.
ROSS HANSON
Dude, I am so sick of you. I’m even more sick of you than I am these hypocrites watching us right now.
Ross points at the fans. Boos. Ross looks at the hard camera as he gets to ringside.
ROSS HANSON
And I’m not just talking about the fans.
Wink. Ross continues as he slowly ascends the ring steps, onto the apron, and between the ropes into the ring.
ROSS HANSON
You’re the total embodiment of everything I’ve come to hate in the last six months. You’re the total package of bullshit. A lot of these assholes are just now getting to know you. But I know you better than anyone, except maybe your so-called best friend you won’t even call by name in public because you’re ashamed of him.
Graham, becoming clearly upset by this inference, attempts to interject.
ROSS HANSON
THREE DOTS - I’M NOT DONE TYPING, ASSHOLE!
Massive boos.
ROSS HANSON
And what are any of you people going to do about it? I got a Grovit for you, too! Anytime you want to try it, come on in this ring and be the next one! You saw it with your own eyes! THE GROVIT IS HERE AND IT'S U! Y! A!
More heat.
ROSS HANSON
Congratulations, Graham Clauson! You got what you wanted. You’re a singles star now, not just a tag team guy. You had a five star match against Jack Moreau, I mean hey you lost but don’t let that get in the way of a good narrative, right? You fucking beat Kalinda. You’re gonna be on podcasts with Chris Page, you’re getting your posts shared by Matthew Knox, you’re best friends with the top champ of the promotion Griffin Hawkins… YOU’RE A MIDCARD HERO WITH STARS IN YOUR EYES!
Ross chuckles, motioning a belt around his waist with his free hand, before the glimmer of a lighter heart snuffs quickly along with his smile.
ROSS HANSON
And all you had to do was sell out your friends.
Graham’s eyebrow twitches, his lip snarling slightly as he replies with a slow golf clap.
ROSS HANSON
Go ahead. Say whatever you want. You already know where this is going to end. With you in my Grovit. So do your schtick and make these morons happy by doing shitty imitations of YOUR FORMER TAG TEAM PARTNER-
Graham successfully cuts Ross off with a thunderous shout.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
AND YOU’RE ACTING JUST LIKE HIM, TOO!
This statement catches Ross like a shot to the heart, silently but visibly fuming.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
The apple doesn't fall that far from the tree, folks! Don’t get me wrong, I love my best friend to death. Even with all of his faults and mistakes, I know that at the end of the day, he would have my back. But you, on the other hand, I don’t think you could - or would, if we are going to be completely honest.
Graham points at Ross briefly.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
You want to talk harsh truths in front of the entire world, Ross? Fine. Let’s talk about harsh truths. Clearly these are things you never could accept…just like your father… When Jay and I started our team, the problem was we were too stupid to realize that we were digging graves for our own careers simultaneously without even realizing it.
Graham continues, his tone more angry as he continues.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
Invoking your Dad’s name in front of me like it’s some form of cheap heat was dumb, dude. For the guy who supposedly was ready to take this business for himself, you're proving why you being my tag partner would’ve been the worst investment for my career. You’re an overgrown man-child who would rather spend time guzzling bourbon and chasing pussy, and you couldn’t even manage to keep doing either. In fact, the last I remember, pussy is the entire reason you ended up sidelined for six months. We barely heard from you unless you needed us to watch your kid because you were too fucking hung over! Chelsea Skye would’ve been a better parent, let alone tag team partner, than you!
This seems to catch Ross off-guard, causing him to ball up his fists. Unrelenting, Graham continues to speak.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
But yet, even after all of that and your persistent denial that you just can’t shake, I still tried to help you… Help you clearly didn’t want. So why should I bust my ass more to help you when you’re too busy absorbed in your personal pity party over there, Puddles? What should I be doing now, Sire?
Graham’s last word, laced heavily in sarcasm, prompts Ross' next words to be very quiet.
ROSS HANSON
You’ve already done enough. You've finally admitted to me in public what you didn't have the guts to say in October. You and everyone else who pretended to be my friend, as long as they could get a rub off me. Once I couldn't put you over, I was useless to you.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
Your father couldn’t even get me over, and I was his partner throughout it all! I got myself over without him, and without you. You’re just mad that you’re a piece of shit, and I honestly don’t understand why Larry even gave you a contract in the first place.
ROSS HANSON
You will. Fuck you and fuck these people too. I’ll put myself over from now on.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
I’m right here! You clearly are feeling froggy - so get to it, Bitch Pudding!
At this point, Graham has tossed his microphone aside. He puts his hands behind his back and leans forward, extending his chin as if he’s begging Ross to take a shot. Ross squares up for a fight, but then laughs as he backs up and rolls out of the ring. Graham stares down Ross, simply smirks and waves a single finger in snarky admonishment before the view cuts away.
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BACKSTAGE -- CONTINUOUS
The Silver State Ballroom has a special edition of the ninth episode of Revolution in Reno, Nevada but the unfortunate environment sprouts the continuation of last week’s shenanigans. The continued questioning of the confrontational events that happened last week resulted in a new signee getting the victory of the uncertain Reno Nevada. Serenity Holmes had secured a win for her debut but she wanted answers on what to do next.
In the venue's hallways, the backstage area designated for hosting the broadcasted interview segments acquired by the large UPRISING logo in the background pays homage to Serenity Holmes in the vicinity. She’s currently in her ring attire with the accessory of her black hat worn backward but the young athlete doesn’t seem too happy at this moment.
She doesn’t look quite too ecstatic about last week’s events and judging from the social media interaction with her upcoming opponent, Chris Mosh, she’s intent about beating the former UPRISING Silver State Champion. Her focused stare into the camera plus her offensive posture states that her match is coming close and she’s ready to go all out.
SERENITY HOLMES
Do you know? I understand all the controversy that happened last Revolution and as a new girl here, I should mind my own business. Reno versus myself was supposed to be a match that would have shown how ready I am to start my career in UPRISING. However, things didn’t pan out as smoothly as I thought they would.
She rolls her eyes.
SERENITY HOLMES
I’m not exactly happy with my victory last week. I understand Reno has had quite several issues and problems with certain individuals but that’s his business. I am not responsible for a grown man and his life but when it interferes with my business, that’s where things get intertwined.
The audience within the facility boos with the same reaction to last week’s events.
SERENITY HOLMES
On the other hand, the past is the past and ironically, that past would now become the present. I’m facing a man who is a former Silver State Champion and quite frankly has an ego that’s been sheltered through numbers rather than skill. I’m talking about Chris Mosh.
Stronger negative reactions surged from the audience’s positions and Serenity nods her head, listening to the commotion.
SERENITY HOLMES
Now, Chris, I’m not one to diminish what you achieved. In this business, results are what matter which is why I want the result of our match to be perfect. You truly believe no one can beat you unless they play dirty so you can have an excuse to coddle yourself at night but here’s the problem, Chris. I don’t have to cheat to win. I can beat you straight down the middle to watch your ego shatter.
She smiles, feeling the confidence rising in her gut.
SERENITY HOLMES
So Chris. You can bring all the help you need, and summon all the paid thugs you want. It’s not going to save you from the ass whooping coming your way-
??
"Paid Thugs"? Come on!
All of a sudden coming into the view is none other than the manager of Chris Mosh, and the One Percent, Marisol Vilaro. The Vilaro System founder is wearing blue and yellow inspired Vilaro fitness activewear inspired gear. Flanking behind her is her bodyguard Vega “Minotauro” Montenegro.
MARISOL VILARO
Chris, doesn’t need the help you may have gotten the win over Reno but you have me to thank for that. But, you don’t need to thank me just yet because I am about to change your life forever see after Mosh does beat you, and your feeling down you can begin the path to becoming a better you with my Vilaro System.
Marisol nods proudly, as she keeps going on in the same shrill tone of voice.
MARISOL VILARO
For just five easy payments of $59.99, you could change your life for the better; I mean you are in decent shape but you could be in so much better shape. Like for real with my patented program, you could gain muscle, improve your conditioning and be a real force in between those ropes. After all, you can always Entrust Mari.
Serenity's eyes blinked a couple of times as she found herself caught off guard by the sudden interruption from Marisol and her bodyguard, Vega. She took a few looks behind her imitating the theatrical gesture of a double-take. Serenity cocked her right eyebrow up and sighed looking at Marisol.
SERENITY HOLMES
Let me get this straight. You’re offering me a subscription to your fitness program after stating that Chris Mosh is going to beat me? With all due respect, that was the worst sales pitch I’ve ever heard.
She rolls her eyes.
SERENITY HOLMES
However, I’m going to respectfully decline. As much as I would love to enroll and I say that sarcastically, I don’t need a fitness program when I’m already training at a top-tier world-class level. I don’t appreciate you interrupting my interview or your little Shrek buddy behind you.
There's audible laughter from the audience in the venue. Marisol looks enraged at the denial, her tone growing louder.
MARISOL VILARO
Starting, no... the Vilaro System is already worldwide, changing lives daily! For just five easy payments of $59.99, you can become a better version of yourself. There are things you could gain by following the patented Vilaro System. Even after we made sure you beat Reno, you think it's okay to be rude to me? I am a true saint.
Marisol keeps her gaze on Serenity, as she says in the same tone.
MARISOL VILARO
But you want to throw my offer in my face, fine, but after Chris Mosh shows you what the Vilaro System is all about, and why it is the system of winners, you'll be begging for the chance. You’re taking on the One Percent of the One Percent. I hope you’re ready for that.
There's a moment when Serenity’s eyes blink a couple of times. The audience boos the statement made by Marisol but Serenity keeps her composure. She remembers what happened to Reno last Revolution and from the following research she made during his break away from the stable. The young athlete steps closer to Marisol, almost touching nose to nose.
SERENITY HOLMES
You’re right. I am going to be taking on the One Percent. I’m going to be taking on Chris Mosh and I’ll beat him to prove that the One Percent doesn’t matter to the rest of us. Watch the match closely because I want to see the look on your face afterward when I beat him clean to prove maybe your little fitness program isn’t as useful as you thought.
Marisol chuckles before letting out an annoyed sigh. She places both hands on her hips.
MARSIOL VILARO
The One Percent is the elite group of Uprising, we have proven that. The Sliver State title is under my control as the manager of the champion. Mosh will prove to you why he is the best and the future Uprising Champion. My "little fitness program" is a revolution... a lifestyle change movement, one the world will benefit from. The only look you will see on my face is my smile when I hear that one, two and three for Mosh.
Serenity looks down for a moment then stares upwards into Marisol’s eyes. She smiles.
SERENITY HOLMES
Well if that’s the case, you should have nothing to worry about…other than the negative reviews you’ll be getting tonight when I expose your program for a being a counterfeit LA Fitness workout.
There’s a slight reaction from the audience within the venue who are going “OOOH” from that insult. Serenity blows her a kiss and walks away, leaving Marisol stunned in her outrage.
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INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
SERENITY HOLMES vs CHRIS MOSH
Serenity Holmes and Chris Mosh stand across from one another. Between them is referee Neil Rana who has his own checkered past with the 1% but has proven in the last few months to be the impartial official that originally got him hired by UPRISING. Outside the ring is Marisol Vilaro who’s dressed like a million bucks in a slick black designer dress, and the 1% bodyguard, MMA star Vega “Minotauro” Montenegro.
The ref signals for the start of the match and the bell rings. The fans are firmly behind Serenity as the two opponents circle around the ring. Both are known for their technical abilities. After several tense seconds, they move in and lock up. Mosh instantly uses his size advantage to turn the grapply into a side headlock. She grabs at his arm in an attempt to pull free but the VIP has her neck locked hard, almost in a bulldog choke. Instead she backs up, pulling him with her, into the ropes, then uses the momentum to send him forward.
He loses his grip and stumbles forward before turning around and eating a liver kick that twists his face in pain. She then darts to his right into the side ropes, then races back to kick him square in the side of the face! He spins from the impact before landing on his back. Here’s the cover!
ONE! TWO! THR—KICK OUT!
She wastes no time, grabbing a handful of his hair and using it to pull him up to his feet. BUT as he comes up, he sends a shot into her abdomen before grabbing her around the waist and lifting her into the air. He drives forward, running diagonally across the ring and slamming her back first into the corner.
He sends a hard back elbow across her face, then grabs her by the back of the head and leads her along the ropes. He presses her face into the taped cable and drags her halfway down the ring. Rana admonishes him, as do the fans.
Mosh lets go at the five count and walks away with his hands in the air and a smile on his face. The referee checks on Serenity. She wipes at her eyes while assuring the ref she can go on. The VIP turns to walk back at her. He reaches to grab her but she reacts by dropping down and rolling under the bottom rope. Mosh laughs and turns, assuming she rolled to the outside, and walks toward the middle of the ring. Serenity, however, doesn’t hit the floor. Instead she pops up on the apron outside the ropes. She grabs the top rope, pulls back, then springs up onto the cable before leaping several feet through the air to land on Mosh’s shoulders. She then FLIPS BACKWARD! GHOSTED (Reverse Frankeinster)!!!!
Mosh flips backward, lands on his head, and stands up briefly in a daze before crumbling to the mat! Marisol can’t hide her concern at ringside as the 22nd Century Girl hooks one of Mosh’s legs and covers for the pin!
ONE! TWO! THR—KICK OUT!
The VIP just BARELY beats that three count. It was so close half the crowd had already shot to their feet to cheer on his defeat, but he refused to stay down! Serenity gets up and walks over to the nearest corner. She starts to climb up! Outside, Marisol says something to Vega. The MMA superstar runs down the length of the ring and climbs up onto the apron on the opposite side of the ring. He starts to go through the ropes, prompting Rana to run over to block him. Marisol sees her chance and quickly climbs up the steps at the same corner Serenity is ascending.
Serenity sees it coming but it’s too late. A WILD slap cracks across her face courtesy Marisol Vilaro! Serenity buckles and loses her footing, falling to the canvas. Marisol quickly descends to the floor before Rana clears Vega from the ring and makes his way back, none the wiser despite all the fans screaming and yelling at what they just saw.
Mosh has found the ropes and is using them to stand, still under the effects of that reverse frankensteiner that dropped him on his head. Serenity, for her part, is standing up too, but she’s holding the ear on the side of her face that Marisol slapped. It’s possible her ear drum might have been damaged from the impact, which explains why her balance seems to be a little off as she tries to walk.
Mosh sees his chance. He hurries over and grabs her by the head and pulls her to the middle of the ring. He then hooks a leg and twists, landing a HARD swinging neckbreaker! Here’s the cover!
ONE! TWO! THR—KICK OUT!
Serenity shoots an arm into the air. Mosh grabs her hair and yanks her to her feet. He turns her face to look up into his and he screams at her.
CHRIS MOSH
YOU’RE NOTHING. A NOBODY! I’M THE ONE PERCENT OF THE ONE PERCENT!
Serenity smiles briefly before spitting straight in his face. He lets go of her to wipe off his face. She stumbles back and leans onto the ropes. The VIP stares at her with fire in his eyes.
CHRIS MOSH
You disgusting bitch!
He races across the ring and throws a clothesline but she ducks, then dumps him over the top rope, sending him hard to the outside floor! The fans cheer as the 22nd Century Girl moves over to the corner. She still seems a little off balance, maybe suffering some vertigo from that likely blown eardrum but she makes the climb up to the top ropes nonetheless! He starts to stand. Marisol is screaming warnings at him as Serenity turns to face away.
SHE FLIPS BACKWARDS AND NAILS MOSH WITH A MOONSAULT!
BUT HE CATCHES HER ACROSS HIS SHOULDER! The VIP proving once again that while he might be the dirtiest player in UPRISING, he still is no slouch when it comes down countering attacks. He starts running straight for the ring post.
SERENITY SLIPS DOWN HIS BACK! The VIP goes face first into the steel post! He spins around and falls onto his back, holding his face. She stands up, but immediately nearly falls over, having to catch herself on the ring skirt. She grabs at that same ear again before pushing her hair out of her face and walking down the length of the ring to where he still lays.
She bends down to grab him but he throws an upkick to her chest that drives her backward. He then stands up as the referee shouts out six. The VIP runs straight at her and nails a big time clothesline that sends her flopping hard onto her back. The crowd boos as he takes a moment to hold his arms out before finally bending down to grab her by the hair.
He pushes her back into the ring and follows under the ropes after her before standing up. He kicks her a few times for good measure, then pulls her up to her feet roughly like a rag doll before grabbing her into a front face lock. He then lifts her up like he’s going but a suplex, but instead turns to drag her legs over the top rope. He points out at the crowd before dropping backward, nailing a HARD hanging DDT that drives her head first into the mat! He pushes her over onto her back and covers!
ONE! TWO! THR—NO!
The referee waves off the count and points at her foot on the bottom rope. Mosh calls Rana a son of a bitch after sitting up on his knees. The referee issues him a warning which draws even more anger out of the VIP. Both men stand and get into a verbal argument, as Mosh clearly believes the count was slow, giving Serenity time to get her ankle on the rope for the break. A quick split screen replay shows Serenity JUST BARELY getting her ankle on that bottom rope before Rana’s hand could hit the mat for the third time. Whether or not his count was a little slow is for the fans on reddit to break down later. Given Rana’s history with the 1%, Mosh clearly believes he’s showing favoritism to his opponent.
Serenity pulls herself up rope by rope before slouching into the corner. Marisol climbs up onto the apron and yells at Mosh to get his head in the game. He finally breaks off from his confrontation with the ref to turn his attention back on Serenity. Marisol drops back down and starts talking to Vega about something off mic.
Mosh runs toward the corner, clearly ready to take his opponent’s head off. But Serenity gets a boot up and kicks him straight in the grill! The VIP stumbles backward while holding his jaw but he shakes it off and spins back around just as Serenity comes running at him. He runs right into her, going for a double leg takedown, but instead lifts her up onto his shoulder and tries to charge her into the corner like earlier. This time Serenity straightens her legs out and her feet go into the turnbuckle. She then pushes off, sending Mosh backward and twisting. Tornado DDT! Mosh hits the mat hard. The momentum sits him up and he looks dazed! She gets behind him and hooks both of his arms then turns him over onto his stomach. The fans erupt! She flips over into a bridge position! HOME SWEETER HOLMES (Cattle Mutilation) in the middle of the ring!
As if on cue, Marisol and Vega jump into action. Vega leaps onto the apron and kicks through the ropes! Rana stands from the mat and immediately gets into the big man’s face! Across the ring, Marisol ascends the corner steps and climbs into the ring. Serenity can’t see what’s happening! Marisol slowly is walking over to Serenity with those stiletto heels. Mosh is screaming and kicking his legs!
WAIT! The boos are overtaken by a wave of cheers as the shot switches to a ringside camera. Reno Nevada is coming out of the crowd! He jumps over the barricade. He has a chair! He runs up behind Vega and SLAMS it hard across his back! The MMA star falls backward and lands on the floor! Nevada then ratchets that chair back again and swings it HARD into Vega’s legs, over and over again!
Rana spins around, finally able to turn his attention back to the submission attempt. That’s when he sees Marisol! He quickly chases her out of the ring! Serenity however can’t hold onto the move any longer! She lets go and rolls away, taking in big lungfuls of air over the amount of effort it took to hold the HSH for so long. Mosh is laid out, flat on his stomach and not moving. She crawls over to him and starts to roll him over onto his stomach.
But something stops her. She gets a little smile of her own going before pushing herself up onto her feet. She hurries over to the nearest corner, the one where his feet are pointing toward, and kicks through the ropes before quickly ascending to the top. She holds her hands in the air and then leaps forward. RED BOTTOMS (Diving Double Foot Stomp to the back of the opponent's head)!!! The body erupts as she then turns and flips him over onto his back!
ONE! TWO! THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): SERENITY HOLMES
Reno gets ten good licks in on Vega’s legs, likely doing significant damage, before briefly chasing Marisol around and then finally making his way up the ramp. Serenity takes time to celebrate by doing corner to corner. Marisol climbs into the ring and hurries to check on Mosh. Serenity sees her and drops down. Marisol slowly stands and, before we cut away, the two women stare one another down.
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INT. ELDORADO CASINO — BACKSTAGE
A quick switch in the production truck takes us from the ring to a steadicam operator rushing down a hallway to catch up to Chris Mosh, fresh off his match with Serenity Holmes. He has an ice pack wrapped on both shoulders and around his head is a thick, white bandage like you might see out of an old Civil War photo. He’s clearly upset, despite Marisol Vilaro trying to calm him down by his side. He stops briefly when they reach the door marked GENERAL MANAGER - LARRY GOWAN.
CHRIS MOSH
Enough’s enough, Marisol. Stay here. It’s time to put this loser behind us, once and for all.
She sighs but reluctantly steps out of the way, respecting his request. Mosh then grabs the knob before kicking the door inward and bursting through the frame. The camera films just over his shoulder as the VIP rushes inward, surprising the General Manager who’s sitting behind his desk.
GOWAN
Chris, you seem…upset.
CHRIS MOSH
Upset doesn’t begin to describe how I feel. I’m sick and tired of this loser, Reno Nevada, sticking his nose in my business. I want him fired!
The General Manager gets up from his chair and walks around the desk to approach the VIP.
GOWAN
Chris…
CHRIS MOSH
No. Don’t try to weasel out of this, Larry. I’ve been here since DAY ONE. Despite everyone in this company trying to stop me from being successful I’ve racked up an impressive record and even won the Silver State title. I also did it the right way, through hard work and dedication! If all these losers on your roster weren’t working against me, I’d be world champion!
GOWAN
Chris…
CHRIS MOSH
Either you get rid of this idiot or I’ll do it myself!
GOWAN
I’m not going to fire Reno, Chris. It’s just not going to happen, for several reasons. He had nothing to do with your loss tonight.
CHRIS MOSH
(seething)
FINE. Then I want one more match against this idiot. Next Revolution. Something with no DQ. If you aren’t going to fire him, then I’m going to make sure he can’t ever wrestle again!
GOWAN
Let me make sure I understand you. You want to wrestle Reno in some sort of No DQ match. Does it matter what kind? Or the stipulation?
CHRIS MOSH
Just make the match, Larry.
GOWAN
Consider it made. Next Revolution, it will be you vs Reno Nevada in an I Quit match!
The crowd in the ballroom watching on the big screen can be heard bursting into wild cheers. The cameraman moves around to get Mosh’s reaction, which goes from angry to a sly smile, likely because he knows The 1% will be there to help break Reno.
GOWAN
Reno, do you agree?
The steadicam pulls back and swings around to see Reno is sitting comfortably on the couch in the far corner, just out of Mosh’s sightline. The Outlaw stands up from the sofa and walks across the office until he comes face to face with Mosh. The camera moves again to get both men in frame, with Gowan in between.
RENO
Absolutely.
CHRIS MOSH
I’m going to send you packing back to Boston and that van you lived in.
RENO
I still have that van! It’s a collectors item!
GOWAN
If you both agree, shake hands.
Reno sticks his hand out first. Mosh cracks a cocky smile before taking hold of it. They give a quick shake before breaking.
CHRIS MOSH
See you next month, chump.
Mosh turns to leave, but Gowan stops him.
GOWAN
Oh, just one last thing. In the name of fairness, Chris. If any member of The 1% gets involved in this match, that counts as a submission by you and Reno will be the winner.
Roars of cheers rattle the building as Mosh’s face goes white. A shit-eating grin cuts across Ol’ Reno’s face.
GOWAN
And just to be safe, we’ll be sure to have a separate referee watching the monitor in the back, just in case some sort of accident befalls the assigned official in the ring. I’m glad we cleared this up. It will be an amazing match. Now, gentlemen, if you’ll excuse me, I have some other matters to deal with.
Reno slaps Mosh’s shoulder before turning to leave first. Mosh stands there for a moment, unable to put his anger into words. Gowan gives him a look before motioning to the door. Eventually the VIP turns and walks out, as Gowan stands there with a smile.
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PROMO — RECORDED EARLIER
CARMEN SANTANA
Ugh, this looks worse than Olive Garden.
FAITH JENSEN
Yes, but, still somehow more authentic than TRINACRIA.
She comments, watching as Patience speaks to the hostess before turning back to speak to them.
PATIENCE WINTERS
True, but we need to understand their culture, so we can demolish them more efficiently.
CARMEN SANTANA
I guess you’re right. I think only one of three really knows how to speak. The other two? Like watching a foreign film and a silent one with no subtitles.
She says that as though it’s literally the worst thing imaginable.
PATIENCE WINTERS
Whatever, I'm starving. Let's get some service, and address this clusterfuck of a match.
The trio head their way to a table, where they're effortlessly the most well-dressed people in the restaurant as most look like jeans and t-shirt kind of people.
FAITH JENSEN
Where’d you say you found this place again, Paish?
PATIENCE WINTERS
Nico’s Tinder.
While Patience writhes in disgust, the other two have a horrified look on their faces, a hand each placed over one of Patience’s. They both share a look and a nod.
FAITH JENSEN
We are SO sorry you had to go through that traumatic experience.
Carmen laughs, as the folks around them seem to turn their attention to trio.
CARMEN SANTANA
Something those three will never understand. We naturally stand out. We don’t have to try so damn hard. We can just walk in and handle business, look amazing, and leave.
Faith nods, visibly not thrilled by the quality of life of certain folks checking her out.
FAITH JENSEN
We don’t have to raise our voice, or make a scene. We don’t have to force the spotlight on us. It finds us. Naturally.
Carmen and Faith soon flat-out avoid eye contact with most of the commoners.
CARMEN SANTANA
You were right Paish, these really are Trinacria’s people: greasy and gross wannabe bigshots.
FAITH JENSEN
Ricky Rhodes, their glorified mouthpiece, likes to use tough words and is all angry when he speaks. He has a very strong, fake, or if not delusional sense of confidence in him and his pal and their tall shield. Surely, they are destined to hold the Trios belts despite falling short more than once. How can little ol’ us stand a chance? Smart mind and even smarter mouth.
The trio all share a glance and roll their eyes.
PATIENCE WINTERS
We remember and we learn. We know what it’s like to lose to the likes of them. We aren’t just some airheads like the ones that Nico practices his moves on. We have brains and we use them. Our stock is already high, but since we’re newcomers? We’re only going to get better from here.
Carmen grins and has a bit of a giggle.
CARMEN SANTANA
Remember how when they did beat us, they went on to face the champions? You know, BEFORE us? What did they do? They shit the bed, not only literally this time. They completely and unnecessarily SQUANDERED their chance! They WASTED a precious opportunity.
FAITH JENSEN
Couldn’t be us!
PATIENCE WINTERS
Ex-fucking-actly! They blew their shot, so the opportunity put us next in line. We capitalized, we did it. We GOT SHIT DONE!
CARMEN SANTANA
Sure, they did beat us. But it wasn’t when the championships were on the line. When we see them in the ring again, it’s when it really, really counts. So maybe they’ll say the pressure is on us since they’ve beat us but let’s be honest. The pressure is all on them to not suffocate and choke when gold is on the line. Hell, if history repeats itself? We might not even have to beat them! They just might beat themselves.
PATIENCE WINTERS
Precisely. When we defend our titles against them, they will surely fail. We're wiser to their tricks now, and absolutely have their number. The only thing left to do is…
A waitress carrying someone's order is passing by, as Faith waves them over to look at the food, before making a disgusted face and waving them away.
FAITH JENSEN
Get the hell out of here. This place is absolutely revolting!
Carmen looks at Patience, not having the best of experiences either as she glances at what passes as a salad here.
CARMEN SANTANA
Did we need to come all the way here to figure out they were gross, overrated, repulsive, creep frauds? Thank GOD we can go because…I swear the cherry tomato is about to hatch something and a leaf just moved!
The three scramble away out of the establishment, matching Gucci purses in hand. A little later, we see the three take their titles out of their bags to once again wear them proudly.
All three sigh in unison.
PATIENCE WINTERS
Don’t worry, babies, nothing remotely like Trinalamia will ever get their hands on you, not anyone in that dump we were in, much less the Three Fredopes.
FAITH JENSEN
We’ll make sure of it! We’ll keep you safe.
CARMEN SANTANA
Rhodes, Pazzini, and Riina? They can’t, and won’t be champions. All they can do is keep dreamin’.
The members of THE Beautification Movement: California kiss the faces of their belts in unison and walk away as the camera fades, titles around their waists.
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INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
TRIOS CHAMPIONSHIPS
#TBMCALI (c) vs TRINACRIA
Nico and Faith kick off the contest and it’s off to a quick start as Faith connects with a snapmare only for Nico Pazzini to stops her cold with a knee lift. Faith head scissors and dropkicks Nico before tagging out to her partner. They pull off a flawless double clothesline. Nico makes a desperation tag and Carmen hits a top rope hurricanrana on Ricky Rhodes seconds after he gets into the ring – it’s clear they’ve done their homework here and have TRINACRIA well-scouted! Carmen continues with a wheelbarrow bulldog on Ricky only to have it bear no fruit as Rhodes turns it around on her, tripping her up – COBRA KAI NEVER DIES (crane kick) TO THE FACE AND CARMEN IS DOWN – NO! She dives at the corner and barely grazes the outstretched fingers of Faith. LEGAL TAG! She springs over the ropes and hits Ricky in the temple with a knee strike. On the canvas, she scrambles into position and looks for a Fujiwara armbar but Rhodes gets the break with an elbow to the face and he tosses Faith roughly into the corner where Vincenzo Riina awaits. She collides and he chokes her with the tag rope for a moment before Big J notices the dirty move.
Rhodes hammers away, driving Faith down in the corner before smashing a knee into her face and when she tries to break free, he gets her tied up in a tree of woe, stomping away relentlessly before Patience loses hers and dives into the ring, assaulting him from behind. The action breaks and Faith crawls out of the corner, away from the reach of TRINACRIA. She rolls out to the floor, oblivious that Rhodes is watching like a hawk now that Patience has been ejected from the ring and he nails a crossbody on the floor. Immediately, he rolls to his feet and grabs Faith by the hair, flinging her back-first into the apron. Carmen comes around to distract Nico, getting him to chase her off before Faith can turn the tide back outside the ring. She finally creates enough space to slip away from Rhodes, rolling back into the ring to break up the count out at 5! Faith nails a hard lariat and follows up with a Mulholland Driver (Cradle Piledriver)! She hooks the leg for the first pinfall!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO!
On the kickout, Rhodes tags out to Nico and Faith is only to happy to unload on him, ramming him into the corner and working him over, clearly looking to soften him up for a finisher. Faith hits a back suplex and tags back out to Patience, keeping up the speedy teamwork! HOLY SHIT! Nico hits a leaping cross body pounce that drives Winters down to the canvas and he hooks her legs for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Patience drives Nico down to the canvas with an electric chair slam before making a sloppy tag in the corner as she hauls Nico up by the scruff of his neck. Carmen chokes Nico over the ropes behind the referee's back, the blatant move also missed by her partner. Nico hits a sloppy dropkick to the side of the knee. Carmen screams in agony as her leg bends the wrong way but she lashes out with a bitch slap and both are down before Nico crawls over and makes the tag to Ricky!
Ricky works over Carmen in the corner but Carmen hits both partners before going for a moonsault only to be shoved off by Ricky before she crashes to the floor! Nico tags himself back in, much to his partner's annoyance and hits a rolling fireman carry on Carmen. He hooks the leg and Faith immediately dives through to break it up even before Big J can start counting! Ricky continues his offense with a gut buster. Carmen hits a springboard dropkick on Ricky and tries to tag in Faith but she’s cut off and levelled with a spinning heel kick. Faith comes back with a Fall From Grace (Full Nelson Bomb), clearly looking to set up the Golden Triangle but Riina is there with a big boot that stops it. Once he’s ejected from the action, Faith turns around into a superkick from Nico who’s now the legal man! He goes up top, looking like he wants to take flight. Faith crotches Nico on the top and Carmen locks him into position! Facial Reconstruction (Wheelbarrow Facebuster & Codebreaker combination) and Nico’s down for the count! Faith drops for the cover and Carmen turns around to cut off Rhodes as he tries to intervene!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): #TBMCALI
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PROMO — RECORDED EARLIER
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INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
“SPOILED” SUMMER PAGE is shown arriving at Eldorado Casino earlier in the day, closely followed by her bodyguard, Enigma. They both ignore the few fans waiting by the employee entrance as Enigma looks down at his cell phone.
ENIGMA
Marisol and Cliff will be here shortly, they say. Chris arrived here about ten minutes ago, Miss Summer.
“SPOILED” SUMMER PAGE
Thanks, big man.
ENIGMA
It is one of the many, many reasons why you pay me the big bucks.
“SPOILED” SUMMER PAGE
Very true. Another reason is because of people like Hayley Fien wanting my head on a platter.
The big man lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head.
ENIGMA
This sounds familiar. Did Molly not want your head on a platter at Equinox?
“SPOILED” SUMMER PAGE
And look at that…not only is my head still intact on my shoulders, but I actually won that match. So, it is quite funny that people see that they are facing me and they automatically say they are going to break my face. We shouldn’t really be surprised though, big man, considering how rudimentary some of the people we’ve come across have been lately. Not just in Uprising but also the wrestling world in general. It is why Hayley felt the need to pull Sammie into our bickering. It is a sign of Hayley’s weakness, her self-doubt, that despite how good she boasts that she’s magically become after having her head literally kicked in by Jack Moreau.
Summer laughs dismissively.
“SPOILED” SUMMER PAGE
She isn’t capable of backing up all of her barking.
ENIGMA
Woof, woof.
“SPOILED” SUMMER PAGE
She is all bark where despite all my barking and I admit I do a lot of it but I actually have just as much if not more bite to me. Which is why I am the franchise of Uprising, why we are the One Percent of this business, why I am championship material, and all of Hayley’s championship glory is behind her. It is why Cliff is main eventing the show tonight as he defends his Silver State Championship against Jack and you aren’t, Hayley. You are obviously not as good as you claim to be, Hayley. It is really that simple.
Summer and Enigma enter the locker room area backstage, heading towards the largest of the suites at the end: the One Percent locker room.
“SPOILED” SUMMER PAGE
I told Molly after Equinox was all said and done, that I respect for her because dammit we went to battle. It was woman versus woman standing eye to eye and going to battle all the way to hell. I was battered, bruised, and bloody by the time that match was over where I walked away the victor. That is why despite what we think of each other there is a huge amount of respect amongst us. Where you Hayley…you are just too dense to get it. Not totally your fault…you have a bunch of brown nosing yes men friends of yours. While us in the One Percent fully support each other we also are one hundred percent real with each other. If we have to tell one another an uncomfortable truth, we say it. That is why we are successful not only in wrestling but life in general. That is the true meaning of friendship but keep doing you, Hayley. You’ll just continue to wallow in mediocrity as I flourish and continue to ascend to the very top of Uprising. Tonight is just the beginning—
At a tone from Enigma’s phone, she stops talking, waiting for him to look at what it could possibly be.
ENIGMA
Oh, there is a response from Mr. Gowan about your case for a championship opportunity. He says this can…
The rest of that conversation is swallowed as the two walk inside the One Percent locker room, the door slamming shut behind them.
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INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
BEST OF FIVE SERIES: MATCH TWO
IGNIS vs LUTHER THUNDER
Despite the hellacious match he just took part in at the SRW finale, Luther looks ready and raring to go. They exchange wristlocks to open the bout. Luther trips Ignis but she scrambles out of the way of a huge mudhole stomping. Back up, Ignis armdrags Luther as he comes off the ropes and fires in some speedy shots to the visible bruises and contusions on his body. Luther fires back with several forearm shots and side elbow strikes, looking like he wants to share the agony. Luther sends Ignis chest-first into the corner and she hits HARD. Before she can catch her breath, he tries to take her over with a side suplex— no! Ignis knees Luther in the gut before dropping down and punching him in the knee, making him stagger. She nails him with a hard chop across the back that ends up with him choking himself on the rope as he falls. Ignis tries to get chinlock applied on Luther but he escapes and rolls to the floor. Ignis vaults over and lands on his back, arms locked around his throat for a chokehold but he rams her back into the ringpost. Ignis drops off onto the apron and has the ring presence to roll back under the ropes as Luther fires a back elbow that narrowly misses.
Ignis chops Luther a few times but Thunder knee lifts and sends her back into the corner, punishing her core again. Luther connects with a back suplex and as Ignis tries to bail out to the floor, he guillotine chokes her on the bottom rope! The crowd isn’t pleased and they’re happy to let him know as the pair
trade slaps and roll around on the canvas trading right hands. Ignis shifts the tide with a hard right hand that catches him in the sweet spot. Luther staggers back but catches The Luchadork’s shoulderblock attempt, driving her down to the mat with Into the Styx (spinning spinebuster)! He hooks the leg and floats over for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO!
Ignis breaks out and staggers up. Luther’s a bit slower to his feet thanks to the prior damage and Ignis looks to capitalize on that hesitation. She dropkicks Luther on the right knee, trying to keep him at bay by eroding the vertical base. Ignis follows up with a short-armed clothesline and begins to stomp away on Luther. She’s looking for her patented submission but Luther has her scouted well enough to break it every time she tries and finally, he battles to his feet. Luther breaks free from her grasp with a jaw breaker. Ignis chops and stomps away on Luther in the corner, keeping enough space that he can't grab her. Luther recovers and tosses Ignis into the corner. Ignis counters with a snap suplex and makes a cover!
ONE!
TW— NO!
KICKOUT!
Thunder fights free of another submission attempt but is back on the receiving end of some fired up chops and strikes from The Luchadork! Ignis goes back for the Burning Embers (cross armbar) and this time she manages to sink it in – too bad they’re close enough to the ropes that Luther immediately gets the break! Luther elbows her in the face but Ignis backkicks and drives him away. She heads up top, looking for a leg drop but gets crotched by Luther. Luther heads to the top rope and brings Ignis back into the ring with a superplex! Luther drops Ignis with a discus clothesline and signals for the Sword Of Damocles (crucifix powerbomb) as the crowd begins to boo! Ignis is dazed from the superplex and she doesn’t fight him off. He hauls her up and nails the move with huge impact, dropping down to hook both legs!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Ignis chops Luther a few times but Thunder knee lifts and sends her back into the corner, punishing her core again. Luther connects with a back suplex and as Ignis tries to bail out to the floor, he guillotine chokes her on the bottom rope! The crowd isn’t pleased and they’re happy to let him know as the pair
trade slaps and roll around on the canvas trading right hands. Ignis shifts the tide with a hard right hand that catches him in the sweet spot. Luther staggers back but catches The Luchadork’s shoulderblock attempt, driving her down to the mat with Into the Styx (spinning spinebuster)! He hooks the leg and floats over for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO!
Ignis breaks out and staggers up. Luther’s a bit slower to his feet thanks to the prior damage and Ignis looks to capitalize on that hesitation. She dropkicks Luther on the right knee, trying to keep him at bay by eroding the vertical base. Ignis follows up with a short-armed clothesline and begins to stomp away on Luther. She’s looking for her patented submission but Luther has her scouted well enough to break it every time she tries and finally, he battles to his feet. Luther breaks free from her grasp with a jaw breaker. Ignis chops and stomps away on Luther in the corner, keeping enough space that he can't grab her. Luther recovers and tosses Ignis into the corner. Ignis counters with a snap suplex and makes a cover!
ONE!
TW— NO!
KICKOUT!
Thunder fights free of another submission attempt but is back on the receiving end of some fired up chops and strikes from The Luchadork! Ignis goes back for the Burning Embers (cross armbar) and this time she manages to sink it in – too bad they’re close enough to the ropes that Luther immediately gets the break! Luther elbows her in the face but Ignis backkicks and drives him away. She heads up top, looking for a leg drop but gets crotched by Luther. Luther heads to the top rope and brings Ignis back into the ring with a superplex! Luther drops Ignis with a discus clothesline and signals for the Sword Of Damocles (crucifix powerbomb) as the crowd begins to boo! Ignis is dazed from the superplex and she doesn’t fight him off. He hauls her up and nails the move with huge impact, dropping down to hook both legs!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): LUTHER THUNDER
Esme hops up on the apron, ecstatic as Luther surges to his feet, head thrown back for a triumphant roar as his music explodes over the speakers. He walks over to embrace his wife, leaving Ignis lying there in agony. What a hell of a dominant victory for the man who went to hell and back in Georgia, only to come up short. He's up one match with three more to go in coming weeks!
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BACKSTAGE
In a quiet spot to herself in the backstage area, we find Molly seated on an old milk crate, adjusting something underneath the loose leather black and green pants she prefers to wear as ring gear. She's dressed to compete and looking even a little physically stronger and more toned than when we last saw her. Satisfied, she takes in a deep breath and leans her back against the wall, eyes looking up at the ceiling.
MOLLY HATCHET
Aye… Tonight I face the monster, Emma Douglas, A regular Mistress of Mayhem that one calls herself and I believe it. I’ve been out of action for awhile, long enough fer some ta call me dead and wanna claim me title shot as their own. I been holdin’ onto it fer far too long now though. I need ta get tha weight off me shoulders and pull the bloody trigger, but first, I have ta walk into what many have told me is utter suicide, yeah.
She looks directly into the camera.
MOLLY HATCHET
I fell last to Summer Page because of a combination of hubris and lettin’ me emotions get the better of me. I’d had one hell of a run up until that moment, but some things happened outside tha company that drove me right up the wall and derailed me at a critical moment. Back to square one with a mild handicap, but I think I can climb me way back up and if I see an opportunity to call me shot fer tha World Title, ye better believe, I’ll take it!
A sly smile crosses her lips.
MOLLY HATCHET
As fer Emma? I’ve been in worse scrapes than this, lass. Yer gonna find that I’m far tougher than I look and stronger than me frame suggests. Sure, I cannae lift yer big arse, but I can definitely kick it. I’ve got moves fer big, small, fast, hard, soft, and everythin’ in between because I been doin’ this since I was young zygote in tha wild and I live fer tha fight.
The Ginger Ninja rises to her feet.
MOLLY HATCHET
Our world is a crazy one, no doubt, but it’s a crazy I un’erstand and embrace fully. Here? Things make sense to me. Tha world outside us makes no fuckin’ sense at all. Tha fight is what I know, where I find comfort in a world gone mad because politics, society’s ills, and tha fucked up people who call tha shots in it make less sense than what two fists can do and how they fuel me hopes and dreams. Give me Uprising, a revolution worth fightin’ fer and watch what I can do!
She steps in close to the camera, fist raised up.
MOLLY HATCHET
Heaven won’t have us and Hell’s afraid we’ll take o’er. EMMA DOUGLAS! DEITY OF DESTRUCTION! MAYHEM’S MISTRESS! BIG BITCH WITH THA SPIKES AND MASKS! LET’S GET OUR BLOODY APOCALYPSE ON! LET’S FUCKIN’ GGGGGOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Molly slams that fist into her chest a couple times, then rushes out of frame, presumably heading straight for the Gorilla position.
EMMA DOUGLAS vs MOLLY HATCHET
Emma suddenly explodes from the corner of the ring and hits a high impact clothesline from behind; slamming Molly into the corner and then taking her down with a belly to back suplex, getting a HUGE pop from the crowd. Molly staggers to her feet, shaking off the impact, and dodges as Emma attempts the grapple – GINGER SNAP SUPLEX OUT OF NOWHERE! She knows better than to try for a pinfall, rolling back up and taking the time to recover while she waits for Emma to rise. The moment she does, Hatchet sends her packing to the ropes. Emma bounces off the ropes, seeming to be remarkably unfazed as she locks her sights on Molly, going for a lariat but Molly ducks under and lays into the back of Emma’s legs with some vicious martial arts kicks. Emma sucks up the damage, staggering back and as Molly unleashes a fresh assault, manages to catch her leg and dump her on her back, immediately stomping her guts out. Molly rolls aside, forcing Emma to break her own momentum as she stomps on nothing but canvas – SUPER SPEEDY ROLLUP FROM BEHIND!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO!
EMMA DOUGLAS FLINGS MOLLY OFF SO FORCEFULLY SHE SAILS ACROSS THE RING! Emma rolls out of the ring to take a breather but the crowd pop as Molly slingshots over the rope gives her a clue that she’s not going to get it and she turns around right into a jumping knee to the face! Despite the impact, Emma catches Molly and slams her down into a backbreaker on the outside! Molly lands hard on the mat, knocking the wind out of her sails but Emma hauls her back up – Facial Reconstruction (standing inverted Indian deathlock surfboard followed into a head stomp) on the floor and Emma leaves Molly in a heap before rolling back into the ring to break up the count.
She turns in a slow circle, arms out as she basks in the crowd’s mixed reaction, oblivious as Molly pulls herself up by the apron skirt. She slides under the ropes and dives at Emma – RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH A HATCHET BOMB (springboard Superwoman punch)! Emma crumbles to the canvas and Molly dives on her, locking her into Goodnight Gracie (half-nelson rear naked choke). The moment Big J moves in to check on Emma Douglas, he realizes she’s already unconscious and he waves off the match, awarding Molly the submission victory.
WINNER (VIA SUBMISSION): MOLLY HATCHET
MOLLY HATCHET
Aye… Tonight I face the monster, Emma Douglas, A regular Mistress of Mayhem that one calls herself and I believe it. I’ve been out of action for awhile, long enough fer some ta call me dead and wanna claim me title shot as their own. I been holdin’ onto it fer far too long now though. I need ta get tha weight off me shoulders and pull the bloody trigger, but first, I have ta walk into what many have told me is utter suicide, yeah.
She looks directly into the camera.
MOLLY HATCHET
I fell last to Summer Page because of a combination of hubris and lettin’ me emotions get the better of me. I’d had one hell of a run up until that moment, but some things happened outside tha company that drove me right up the wall and derailed me at a critical moment. Back to square one with a mild handicap, but I think I can climb me way back up and if I see an opportunity to call me shot fer tha World Title, ye better believe, I’ll take it!
A sly smile crosses her lips.
MOLLY HATCHET
As fer Emma? I’ve been in worse scrapes than this, lass. Yer gonna find that I’m far tougher than I look and stronger than me frame suggests. Sure, I cannae lift yer big arse, but I can definitely kick it. I’ve got moves fer big, small, fast, hard, soft, and everythin’ in between because I been doin’ this since I was young zygote in tha wild and I live fer tha fight.
The Ginger Ninja rises to her feet.
MOLLY HATCHET
Our world is a crazy one, no doubt, but it’s a crazy I un’erstand and embrace fully. Here? Things make sense to me. Tha world outside us makes no fuckin’ sense at all. Tha fight is what I know, where I find comfort in a world gone mad because politics, society’s ills, and tha fucked up people who call tha shots in it make less sense than what two fists can do and how they fuel me hopes and dreams. Give me Uprising, a revolution worth fightin’ fer and watch what I can do!
She steps in close to the camera, fist raised up.
MOLLY HATCHET
Heaven won’t have us and Hell’s afraid we’ll take o’er. EMMA DOUGLAS! DEITY OF DESTRUCTION! MAYHEM’S MISTRESS! BIG BITCH WITH THA SPIKES AND MASKS! LET’S GET OUR BLOODY APOCALYPSE ON! LET’S FUCKIN’ GGGGGOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Molly slams that fist into her chest a couple times, then rushes out of frame, presumably heading straight for the Gorilla position.
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INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
EMMA DOUGLAS vs MOLLY HATCHET
Emma suddenly explodes from the corner of the ring and hits a high impact clothesline from behind; slamming Molly into the corner and then taking her down with a belly to back suplex, getting a HUGE pop from the crowd. Molly staggers to her feet, shaking off the impact, and dodges as Emma attempts the grapple – GINGER SNAP SUPLEX OUT OF NOWHERE! She knows better than to try for a pinfall, rolling back up and taking the time to recover while she waits for Emma to rise. The moment she does, Hatchet sends her packing to the ropes. Emma bounces off the ropes, seeming to be remarkably unfazed as she locks her sights on Molly, going for a lariat but Molly ducks under and lays into the back of Emma’s legs with some vicious martial arts kicks. Emma sucks up the damage, staggering back and as Molly unleashes a fresh assault, manages to catch her leg and dump her on her back, immediately stomping her guts out. Molly rolls aside, forcing Emma to break her own momentum as she stomps on nothing but canvas – SUPER SPEEDY ROLLUP FROM BEHIND!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO!
EMMA DOUGLAS FLINGS MOLLY OFF SO FORCEFULLY SHE SAILS ACROSS THE RING! Emma rolls out of the ring to take a breather but the crowd pop as Molly slingshots over the rope gives her a clue that she’s not going to get it and she turns around right into a jumping knee to the face! Despite the impact, Emma catches Molly and slams her down into a backbreaker on the outside! Molly lands hard on the mat, knocking the wind out of her sails but Emma hauls her back up – Facial Reconstruction (standing inverted Indian deathlock surfboard followed into a head stomp) on the floor and Emma leaves Molly in a heap before rolling back into the ring to break up the count.
She turns in a slow circle, arms out as she basks in the crowd’s mixed reaction, oblivious as Molly pulls herself up by the apron skirt. She slides under the ropes and dives at Emma – RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH A HATCHET BOMB (springboard Superwoman punch)! Emma crumbles to the canvas and Molly dives on her, locking her into Goodnight Gracie (half-nelson rear naked choke). The moment Big J moves in to check on Emma Douglas, he realizes she’s already unconscious and he waves off the match, awarding Molly the submission victory.
WINNER (VIA SUBMISSION): MOLLY HATCHET
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INT. BACKSTAGE — CATERING
The hallway leading to catering is full of boxes, some already opened to reveal they’re full of various shiny metal appliances. There’s an area cordoned off where a new island counter has been installed, one side stocked with disposable coffee cups and lids. A few of the UPRISING technicians are bustling around, assembling and arranging pieces of equipment while INTERN STEVE stands there, studying a blueprint on a massively oversized clipboard.
INTERN STEVE
The espresso machine should be to the left of that blender. Not your left, Hugh. My left.
Sighing, the frazzled intern turns away from the chaos and spots a familiar face heading towards the craft services table next to the buffet line serviced by Kalinda’s skeletal minions. His face breaks out into a grin and he waves his arm over his head enthusiastically.
INTERN STEVE
Hey, Knox! HI!
The Total Anarchy Champion, for all his recent pomp, circumstance and vicious arrogance is unable to resist sauntering over to stand across from Steve, looking him up and down before returning the smile and slapping the boy, maybe a little too hard, on the shoulder.
MATT KNOX
Steven, you’ve grown. And look at you, with your own minions! Regan must be proud.
At the mention of Steve’s longest and most unrequited crush’s name, the intern blushes and looks down at his clipboard, mumbling.
INTERN STEVE
We… uhm… don’t talk as much as we used to. She’s got a lot of things going on over in Action Wrestling and I—
There’s a loud clatter behind them and Steve whirls around to see the top half of one of the expensive and foreign machines clattering to the floor.
INTERN STEVE
Shit! Be careful! These things are expensive and I heard that he paid for all this stuff out of his own pocket.
MATT KNOX
Gowan springing for a fancy machine to pour him two drops of coffee so he can bitch about the jitters…Yeah, that tracks.
The TA Champ adjusts the strap, returning his gaze to Steve for a moment.
MATT KNOX
We really ought to make some time. Need a rundown on the fuckups around here, or maybe just the non fuckups..whichever there are fewer of.
Steve steps in closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially.
INTERN STEVE
This wasn’t Mr. Gowan’s doing – he loves the free coffee they serve with the buffet. Those Starbucks runs I used to do stopped when he took over. And… uhm… I’m not sure how much I’m allowed to tell you, but I overheard some things when I was outside of the GM’s office earlier today...
MATT KNOX
Things are interesting. Tell me some things, Steve.
Matthew leans in just as conspicuously, turning an interested ear to Steve and cupping a hand around it as he awaited the info drop, a cheeky smirk playing on his face.
INTERN STEVE
I don’t think I’ve ever heard Mr. G raise his voice before, let alone swear that creatively but I heard that–
??
Don’t you have something better to do than stand around gossiping, Steven?
At the sound of the voice behind them, Steve goes as white as a ghost, almost dropping his clipboard in the process. The CEO of UPRISING, none other than The Dark Horse himself stands behind the pair, arms folded across his still pretty jacked chest.
JACKSON
These dipshits aren’t capable of even making sure a show is edited and aired on time, let alone constructing a simple coffee bar even with detailed instructions.
As Steve withers and wilts under his gaze, Jackson chuckles and turns to look at Knox, that scowl deepening even though he says nothing. A few tense seconds pass before Jackson turns away, saying something without looking back that’s obviously meant for Knox’s ears.
JACKSON
Got a pretty big target on that back of yours, Corvid. She Hulk's off the rails, out for revenge and Clauson's fired up too. Might be prudent to watch your six.
Before Knox can retort, the feed cuts abruptly to an ad for the upcoming main event for next Revolution for the Splat MultiUniversal Championship!
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INTERN STEVE
The espresso machine should be to the left of that blender. Not your left, Hugh. My left.
Sighing, the frazzled intern turns away from the chaos and spots a familiar face heading towards the craft services table next to the buffet line serviced by Kalinda’s skeletal minions. His face breaks out into a grin and he waves his arm over his head enthusiastically.
INTERN STEVE
Hey, Knox! HI!
The Total Anarchy Champion, for all his recent pomp, circumstance and vicious arrogance is unable to resist sauntering over to stand across from Steve, looking him up and down before returning the smile and slapping the boy, maybe a little too hard, on the shoulder.
MATT KNOX
Steven, you’ve grown. And look at you, with your own minions! Regan must be proud.
At the mention of Steve’s longest and most unrequited crush’s name, the intern blushes and looks down at his clipboard, mumbling.
INTERN STEVE
We… uhm… don’t talk as much as we used to. She’s got a lot of things going on over in Action Wrestling and I—
There’s a loud clatter behind them and Steve whirls around to see the top half of one of the expensive and foreign machines clattering to the floor.
INTERN STEVE
Shit! Be careful! These things are expensive and I heard that he paid for all this stuff out of his own pocket.
MATT KNOX
Gowan springing for a fancy machine to pour him two drops of coffee so he can bitch about the jitters…Yeah, that tracks.
The TA Champ adjusts the strap, returning his gaze to Steve for a moment.
MATT KNOX
We really ought to make some time. Need a rundown on the fuckups around here, or maybe just the non fuckups..whichever there are fewer of.
Steve steps in closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially.
INTERN STEVE
This wasn’t Mr. Gowan’s doing – he loves the free coffee they serve with the buffet. Those Starbucks runs I used to do stopped when he took over. And… uhm… I’m not sure how much I’m allowed to tell you, but I overheard some things when I was outside of the GM’s office earlier today...
MATT KNOX
Things are interesting. Tell me some things, Steve.
Matthew leans in just as conspicuously, turning an interested ear to Steve and cupping a hand around it as he awaited the info drop, a cheeky smirk playing on his face.
INTERN STEVE
I don’t think I’ve ever heard Mr. G raise his voice before, let alone swear that creatively but I heard that–
??
Don’t you have something better to do than stand around gossiping, Steven?
At the sound of the voice behind them, Steve goes as white as a ghost, almost dropping his clipboard in the process. The CEO of UPRISING, none other than The Dark Horse himself stands behind the pair, arms folded across his still pretty jacked chest.
JACKSON
These dipshits aren’t capable of even making sure a show is edited and aired on time, let alone constructing a simple coffee bar even with detailed instructions.
As Steve withers and wilts under his gaze, Jackson chuckles and turns to look at Knox, that scowl deepening even though he says nothing. A few tense seconds pass before Jackson turns away, saying something without looking back that’s obviously meant for Knox’s ears.
JACKSON
Got a pretty big target on that back of yours, Corvid. She Hulk's off the rails, out for revenge and Clauson's fired up too. Might be prudent to watch your six.
Before Knox can retort, the feed cuts abruptly to an ad for the upcoming main event for next Revolution for the Splat MultiUniversal Championship!
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INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
HAYLEY FIEN vs SUMMER PAGE
Someone is going to bite off more than they can chew in this match – the bad blood has been boiling over for weeks. Hayley Fien looks as fired up as her orange-on-black gear does and she rolls into the ring and gets right up in the face of Summer. The former Trios champion rolls her eyes and pie faces Hayley, shoving her back. Hayley smirks, looks at the Reno fans and BELTS Summer right in the face, knocking her straight on the ground as Neil Rana calls for the bell to kick off the contest.
HAYLEY FIEN
THAT WAS A PROMIS—
Summer Page comes up and SLAPS her across the face, cutting her off. Hayley smirks again and slaps her harder as we now have a slapfest going on with Hayley changing it up and throwing some haymakers at her! The fans are cheering as Hayley throws Summer into the corner, going to run at her only for Summer to dodge. Hayley stops in her tracks and gets on the middle rope and jumps off with a backwards cross body, but Summer nails a midair kick – REVERSAL AND HAYLEY’S GRABBED BY THE HAIR! The boo birds are out as Summer flings her across the ring by the hair! Summer smirks as she begins to kick down the now nicknamed “Bitch Slayer”, trash talking and mocking her between slaps across the head. Summer picks her up, going for a German suplex, but Hayley flips her over, grabs her arm and starts spinning her around to get her in the armbar. Summer plays it smart, grabbing her again and pulling off a bridging German this time for our first pin of the match!
ONE!
TWO—NO!
Hayley kicks out!
Summer laughs and gloats before dragging Hayley to her feet. She slings her into the ropes but Hayley baseball slides under a telegraphed clothesline, gets to her feet and gives a vicious backhand to Summer Page, earning a HUGE pop from the crowd! Summer falls on the ground with Hayley rolling her over and pinning her.
ONE!
TWO—NO!
Summer kicks out!
Hayley is up first and she heads over to the turnbuckle, perching on top and waiting for Summer to get up. The moment she does, Hayley launches with a crossbody. She lands on her, but Summer picks her up and goes for a breakbreaker right across her knee! The fans are booing as she looks at Hayley and picks her up and yells in her face, just like how Jack Moreau did back a couple of weeks ago.
SUMMER PAGE
I knew this was going to be easy! You’re all talk and no action!
Summer turns her around and goes for a high knee right into Hayley’s face, the sound of the impact lost in the booing fans. Summer flaunts, gesturing for the humiliating finish as she scoops Hayley up for a sickening SPIKE DDT onto the ground. The fans are still booing as Summer says that she is going to put the nail in the coffin. She drags Hayley across the ring and LOCKS in the Perfect Ten on her, but Hayley is battling back and FLIPS out of it. She reverses it and locks in the SAME MOVE, this time, it’s Hayley’s Code Ten!
HAYLEY FIEN
YOU WANT TO PLAY STUPID GAMES? YOU GOT THIS, BITCH!!
Summer is screaming in pain, doing everything in her power not to tap. She’s able to get to the ropes and Hayley has to break. Hayley gets up and looks at the fans, but Summer comes up and goes for the Spoiled Rotten – HOLY SHIT REVERSAL! Hayley senses it coming and goes to Watch the Wave! Summer Page is down with Hayley looking at the fans. She shakes her head and says that she is NOT done with her with Hayley picking her up and going for the Blue Hearts Desire. NO! Summer gets out of this and goes for the Pure Perfection and seals it with a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR— Hayley kicks out of it!
Summer’s livid that Hayley refuses to quit and when she gets up, she moves into position for the Chick Kick. Hayley gets to her feet with Summer going after her – HAYLEY DUCKS AND SUMMER MISSES THE MARK! Summer turns right into a Chick Kick from Hayley! Summer stumbles and Hayley grabs her, going for the Ocean Waves, but then she LOCKS in an Anaconda Vice to complete this new finisher called Bitch Slayer. Summer is stuck in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go! Hayley keeps applying the pressure, leaving Summer no other choice, but to tap out!
WINNER (VIA SUBMISSION): HAYLEY FIEN
As Summer Page is rolling out of the ring in shame, supported by Enigma, Hayley Fien stares her down, almost as if daring the duo to get back in and try again. When they start to slink up the ramp, she waves a microphone to be given to her. Hayley looks at Summer, motioning for her music to cut out.
HAYLEY FIEN
Hey Summer, the NEXT time you run your mouth towards me, you better do some research because as a woman of my WORD, I OWN my shit!
The fans pop as Summer disappears backstage, shaking her head. Hayley Fien sits down, pretzel style and looks at the Uprising fans.
HAYLEY FIEN
NOW! I have time to address certain stuff. The last time you saw me in the ring, Jack Moreau nearly and ALMOST ended my career prematurely, but thankfully, he did not get the job done. In DUE TIME though, whenever or wherever, I WILL get my revenge. Don’t think I have forgotten.
The fans nod in agreement at this.
HAYLEY FIEN
However, there seems to be another issue to be addressed and that’s this whole “Vilaro System” bullshit that I am one hundred percent getting fucking sick and tired of. Marisol Vilaro, I hope you’ve seen what happened to your client because the SAME THING is about to happen to you.
She keeps her focus on the camera.
HAYLEY FIEN
Every time I try to move onto something, you and your clients are like cockroaches that never seem to die. You are like mosquitos in the summer that try to harm a person, but the only thing you are known for is being an itch that’s annoying as hell. Every time you come in, whether it’s facing off against Summer Page or ANYONE, you throw up in my face that I lost to Cliff Morgan…
The fans boo at this.
HAYLEY FIEN
I also need to remind you of this. I did defeat your precious little boy toy in the middle of the ring, but knowing you and THAT match, you cried about my teacher, the man who trained me having the audacity to be in my corner. You were so upset that you made up a story about him touching you when it was clear as day he did not!
The fans cheer at this statement.
HAYLEY FIEN
I’ll admit, I did LOSE my Silver State Championship that I proudly held, but I am DONE pleasing this shit.
Hayley stands up.
HAYLEY FIEN
Marisol, I am going to put it simple. I WILL get my revenge on Cliff Morgan, IF he is able to get out alive against Jack Moreau. THEN after I defeat him…..
She looks at the camera.
HAYLEY FIEN
I am coming after you!
The fans go absolutely nuts as Hayley drops the microphone on the apron, getting out of the ring and heading back up the ramp to a thunderous ovation.
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HAYLEY FIEN
Hey Summer, the NEXT time you run your mouth towards me, you better do some research because as a woman of my WORD, I OWN my shit!
The fans pop as Summer disappears backstage, shaking her head. Hayley Fien sits down, pretzel style and looks at the Uprising fans.
HAYLEY FIEN
NOW! I have time to address certain stuff. The last time you saw me in the ring, Jack Moreau nearly and ALMOST ended my career prematurely, but thankfully, he did not get the job done. In DUE TIME though, whenever or wherever, I WILL get my revenge. Don’t think I have forgotten.
The fans nod in agreement at this.
HAYLEY FIEN
However, there seems to be another issue to be addressed and that’s this whole “Vilaro System” bullshit that I am one hundred percent getting fucking sick and tired of. Marisol Vilaro, I hope you’ve seen what happened to your client because the SAME THING is about to happen to you.
She keeps her focus on the camera.
HAYLEY FIEN
Every time I try to move onto something, you and your clients are like cockroaches that never seem to die. You are like mosquitos in the summer that try to harm a person, but the only thing you are known for is being an itch that’s annoying as hell. Every time you come in, whether it’s facing off against Summer Page or ANYONE, you throw up in my face that I lost to Cliff Morgan…
The fans boo at this.
HAYLEY FIEN
I also need to remind you of this. I did defeat your precious little boy toy in the middle of the ring, but knowing you and THAT match, you cried about my teacher, the man who trained me having the audacity to be in my corner. You were so upset that you made up a story about him touching you when it was clear as day he did not!
The fans cheer at this statement.
HAYLEY FIEN
I’ll admit, I did LOSE my Silver State Championship that I proudly held, but I am DONE pleasing this shit.
Hayley stands up.
HAYLEY FIEN
Marisol, I am going to put it simple. I WILL get my revenge on Cliff Morgan, IF he is able to get out alive against Jack Moreau. THEN after I defeat him…..
She looks at the camera.
HAYLEY FIEN
I am coming after you!
The fans go absolutely nuts as Hayley drops the microphone on the apron, getting out of the ring and heading back up the ramp to a thunderous ovation.
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INT. BACKSTAGE — INTERVIEW STAGE A
We then go backstage with our current lead interviewer Natalie Owens, who's now filling in for Gretchen Devereaux while she's no maternity leave. She's in the green room interviewing the UPRISING World Heavyweight Champion Griffin Hawkins and the crowd erupts enthusiastically at the sight of him.
NATALIE OWENS
Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we hear from the reigning UPRISING Champion..The Jukebox Hero, Griffin Hawkins!
Griffin is on the couch, the title around his shoulder as he's in his street clothes consisting of dark blue jeans and a long white buttoned down shirt.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
Hey Natalie, good to be here!
NATALIE OWENS
Thank you... of course last time you were interviewed here, Chris Mosh came out on this set and confronted you. If need be, we can have security on hand although I'm not sure how effective they'll be after what happened at the top of tonight's broadcast.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
No need...I'm not the type who hides behind security. If anyone's got a problem with me or what I have to say, they can come on down and speak their mind. And if it's Mosh, this time I'll slap him silly like I've done in the past.
NATALIE OWENS
Alright then. First off I'd like to congratulate you on all your success here in UPRISING. At Canadian Chaos you got quite the homecoming when you defeated Ignis...the same arena where you watched your first wrestling show as a kid. How did that feel for you?
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
Humbling. Not many who decide what they want to do when they grow up are successful...I was lucky to be one of the ones that were able to do so. When I saw in that crowd I hoped one day it would be me in there with a belt over my head as the fans are cheering my name. Ignis is indeed someone I respect and was honored to share the ring with. I can now officially say that I have done EVERYTHING I set out to do in my wrestling career. But I'm not one to rest on my laurels. There's always going to be somebody who's looking to knock me off my perch. I'm looking to do whatever I can to hold on to this title and remain the face of the company.
NATALIE OWENS
Absolutely. Of course with success comes controversy. Some such as Marisol Vilaro, Jack Moreau and others have made the claim that you were handed the title...has it discouraged you?
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
No..it hasn't. My whole life I had critics. People have told me to my face that I'd never succeed in this..I'd never succeed in that. Truth is..I made a career, no..a life out of proving everyone wrong. I learned for myself a long time ago that people who are too weak to follow their own dreams will find ways to discourage yours. The scorn I get is from people who wallow in their own hate, bitterness and jealousy. They project their own insecurities, downfalls and failures onto others so they can feel better about themselves and their own inadequacies. They live on their own cul-de-sac of disappointments. Anyone who has watched me for over a decade knows that I have earned everything that I have now despite what some people say. As for my detractors..the only thing I can do is rise up and keep doing what I'm doing in there. And if they got a problem..they know where the ring is. In other words...shut up and fight.
NATALIE OWENS
You have indeed done your share of fighting...battling the likes of Chris Mosh and recently, the highly decorated Sam Tolson. It seems your challenges are getting more and more difficult...are you up for whatever is next?
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
I'm always up for a challenge. Chris Mosh was willing to try everything in the book, even using his comrades to try and help him out, because he wanted the title that bad. Sam Tolson is one of the best in the game today and has shown on occasion that she is willing to sacrifice everything including her own being to become UPRISING Champion. I know from here on out, the challenges are gonna get tougher and tougher...but I am ready for it. The last thing I'll ever claim to be is unbeatable. Anyone in there can get the 1-2-3 on any given night. But what I can promise is that I will fight until my last breath to keep this title. If there's anyone out there who thinks I'm not a "good representative" of this company, anyone who thinks they are kept back by the powers that be...or anyone who just wants to test their abilities against me...all they have to do is step on up.....and get rocked.
We head elsewhere in the building, catching up with the steadicam again for the second time tonight.
We then go backstage with our current lead interviewer Natalie Owens, who's now filling in for Gretchen Devereaux while she's no maternity leave. She's in the green room interviewing the UPRISING World Heavyweight Champion Griffin Hawkins and the crowd erupts enthusiastically at the sight of him.
NATALIE OWENS
Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we hear from the reigning UPRISING Champion..The Jukebox Hero, Griffin Hawkins!
Griffin is on the couch, the title around his shoulder as he's in his street clothes consisting of dark blue jeans and a long white buttoned down shirt.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
Hey Natalie, good to be here!
NATALIE OWENS
Thank you... of course last time you were interviewed here, Chris Mosh came out on this set and confronted you. If need be, we can have security on hand although I'm not sure how effective they'll be after what happened at the top of tonight's broadcast.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
No need...I'm not the type who hides behind security. If anyone's got a problem with me or what I have to say, they can come on down and speak their mind. And if it's Mosh, this time I'll slap him silly like I've done in the past.
NATALIE OWENS
Alright then. First off I'd like to congratulate you on all your success here in UPRISING. At Canadian Chaos you got quite the homecoming when you defeated Ignis...the same arena where you watched your first wrestling show as a kid. How did that feel for you?
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
Humbling. Not many who decide what they want to do when they grow up are successful...I was lucky to be one of the ones that were able to do so. When I saw in that crowd I hoped one day it would be me in there with a belt over my head as the fans are cheering my name. Ignis is indeed someone I respect and was honored to share the ring with. I can now officially say that I have done EVERYTHING I set out to do in my wrestling career. But I'm not one to rest on my laurels. There's always going to be somebody who's looking to knock me off my perch. I'm looking to do whatever I can to hold on to this title and remain the face of the company.
NATALIE OWENS
Absolutely. Of course with success comes controversy. Some such as Marisol Vilaro, Jack Moreau and others have made the claim that you were handed the title...has it discouraged you?
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
No..it hasn't. My whole life I had critics. People have told me to my face that I'd never succeed in this..I'd never succeed in that. Truth is..I made a career, no..a life out of proving everyone wrong. I learned for myself a long time ago that people who are too weak to follow their own dreams will find ways to discourage yours. The scorn I get is from people who wallow in their own hate, bitterness and jealousy. They project their own insecurities, downfalls and failures onto others so they can feel better about themselves and their own inadequacies. They live on their own cul-de-sac of disappointments. Anyone who has watched me for over a decade knows that I have earned everything that I have now despite what some people say. As for my detractors..the only thing I can do is rise up and keep doing what I'm doing in there. And if they got a problem..they know where the ring is. In other words...shut up and fight.
NATALIE OWENS
You have indeed done your share of fighting...battling the likes of Chris Mosh and recently, the highly decorated Sam Tolson. It seems your challenges are getting more and more difficult...are you up for whatever is next?
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
I'm always up for a challenge. Chris Mosh was willing to try everything in the book, even using his comrades to try and help him out, because he wanted the title that bad. Sam Tolson is one of the best in the game today and has shown on occasion that she is willing to sacrifice everything including her own being to become UPRISING Champion. I know from here on out, the challenges are gonna get tougher and tougher...but I am ready for it. The last thing I'll ever claim to be is unbeatable. Anyone in there can get the 1-2-3 on any given night. But what I can promise is that I will fight until my last breath to keep this title. If there's anyone out there who thinks I'm not a "good representative" of this company, anyone who thinks they are kept back by the powers that be...or anyone who just wants to test their abilities against me...all they have to do is step on up.....and get rocked.
We head elsewhere in the building, catching up with the steadicam again for the second time tonight.
CUT TO:
BACKSTAGE — CONTINUOUS
With his bag over his shoulder, Ross Hanson marches to the arena’s back door exit. Rapid footsteps come from behind him, accompanied by a very concerned voice.
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Ross! Where the hell are you going?
ROSS HANSON
It’s not your problem.
Rob Budai walks into the frame.
ROB BUDAI
You’re in-fighting with the family, so yes it is!
Ross adjusts the bag, looking back briefly.
ROSS HANSON
It’s Graham’s problem. Not yours. Stay out of it. He’s had this coming for six months, Rob. Don’t get in my way.
Ross turns to leave, putting his hand on the door. At that moment, Rob puts his hand on Ross’s shoulder.
ROB BUDAI
Don’t walk away from me when I’m trying to help you, I’m not my neph-
Ross spins around to face Rob, dropping his bag. He scoops Rob off his feet with blinding speed, dropping to his knees and dropping Rob on his head with the Scoopstone directly onto the concrete floor! Ross hops back up to his feet, grabbing his bags.
ROSS HANSON
Now what the fuck did I just tell you? Fuck out my face.
Running and yelling is heard just as Ross goes to open the door. He looks back towards it, then slips out into the night as the view cuts elsewhere.
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BACKSTAGE — GORILLA POSITION
Cliff Morgan stands next to the empty production booth, distant shouts fading down the hall. He seems oblivious to the chaos, clearly focused on his upcoming match against Jack Moreau. He adjusts the title belt where it rests over his shoulder, staring directly into the hard camera.
CLIFF MORGAN
I'm here, Jack. On my own. People want to say Marisol is my crutch and I need her to win my fights for me. Nah, I'm getting real tired of being disrespected, when I'm not only the champ, but have been winning on my own merits.
He pats the plate of the title, determined to show himself off as the true champion of the company.
CLIFF MORGAN
Last time we didn't settle things properly, Jack. This time, you and I are fighting for this title, and this time, I'm laying you out. Gonna do this company a favor and shut you up for good.
Without another word, he pushes through the curtain just as his music explodes over the sound system, heading down to the ring for the main event.
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INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
MAIN EVENT: SILVER STATE CHAMPIONSHIP
CLIFF MORGAN (c) vs JACK MOREAU
Jack is leaning against a corner as Cliff Morgan enters the ring. He gives Marisol Vilaro a kiss, who then climbs down the steps to ringside. The Silver State champion then takes a moment to parade around the ring before removing his belt from his waist and holding it into the air. Referee Stef Delano then takes possession of the belt, holds it in the air one last time, then carries it over to hand off to a ringside official.
The crowd is very split on this one. Jack has done nothing but earned their ire ever since coming back from his injury. Meanwhile, while Morgan himself isn’t unlikeable, it’s hard to escape the taint of the 1%, especially with Marisol. A quick shot shows her at ringside, still dressed like a million bucks, but the stress from earlier combined with her concern for Morgan in this match is clearly weighing on her.
Delano signals for the bell and the match is underway. Morgan takes a wrestler’s stance in the middle of the ring. Jack looks out over the crowd as a FUCK YOU, JACK chant breaks out. He points over at Morgan and makes a jerk off motion before pushing off the turnbuckle. The King Bastard and the Rascal King stand toe to toe in the center of the squared circle. Jack is already talking some trash, asking him if he wants to do this old school like. Morgan nods with a smile. The two then crash together with a collar and elbow tie up. There’s some pushing back and forth, but Jack’s twenty three extra pounds and taller frame give him the advantage. He backs Morgan all the way into the ropes. Delano gets in between for the break.
Jack backs away with his arms up. Delano steps out of the way. Morgan comes forward, expecting another lock up but Jack kicks him STRAIGHT in the face. Morgan drops down to his hands and knees. Jack then walks over and stomps on his right hand. Morgan flops onto his back and holds his hand in agony. The King Bastard then steps over Morgan and walks over to the ropes where Marisol is standing below. He sticks his hand over the rope and points right at her.
JACK MOREAU
This is your fault.
He then turns around, but doesn’t expect Morgan to be there on his feet. The Rascal King throws a HARD forearm that sends the other man’s face rocketing sideways. He follows it up with a second, then a third, until Jack ends up against the ropes. The Silver State Champion grabs an arm and turns, whipping his opponent across the ring. Morgan runs forward and jumps as Jack comes rumbling back. Leg lariat! Jack lands on his back! Morgan goes for the cover!
ONE! KICK-OUT!
Jack shoves Morgan off him and rolls over to get on his hands and knees. The champion is quicker to his feet though and takes the time to throw a kick right at the other man’s head. Jack catches it and barrels forward for a single-leg takedown! He climbs over Morgan and starts raining down forearms!
Morgan gets his arms up, being no slouch in the striking game, and is able to fend off most of the blows. Jack sits up, grabs both of Morgan’s wrists and forces them apart, then drives his forehead down straight into the other man’s face!
Marisol gasps at ringside. A quick shot of the crowd shows hundreds of concerned faces before the feed switches back to the ring. Jack stands up and walks around the ring like a wild animal. Morgan rolls over onto his stomach before pushing himself up. Blood hits the mat like a spilled can of spaghetti sauce.
Jack turns to see Morgan in a vulnerable position again. He runs over and tries to stomp that same hand again, but the champion sees it coming. He rolls to the side and jumps up behind his slower opponent. With blood pouring out of his nose, the champion puts his head into Jack’s side and hoists him up across his shoulders before dropping straight down. GREETINGS FROM FENWAY PARK (Shock Treatment)!!! Jack cracks across the champion’s shoulders before landing hard on the mat.
Morgan turns over and goes for the pin!
ONE! TWO! THR—KICK OUT!
The fans are starting to get behind Morgan, the 1% be damned! The champion grabs one of Jack’s arms and uses it to twist the man over onto his stomach. He then steps over the middle of his back. He’s going for the GATES OF SHAMBALHA (Full Nelson Camel Clutch)! He bends down and looks his right arm under Jack’s into a half nelson, then repeats the move on the other arm!
But Jack rolls to his left onto his back and now has Morgan’s right wrist controller. He yanks the champion down till their faces are only a foot apart. Blood from Morgan’s nose splatters over Jack’s face as the King Bastard swings his left hand across the other man’s jaw. Morgan buckles, but Jack won’t release the wrist control. He pulls his legs through Morgan’s and locks them around the man’s neck for the DEVILOCK (Triangle Choke)! Morgan drops down to his knees into the hold! The fans are outright booing now, firmly behind Morgan as he struggles to survive the hold. Jack now takes his free arm and starts smashing his elbow into the top of Morgan’s head!
Marisol shoots up the corner steps onto the apron and starts to enter the ring. Delano leaves Morgan to cut her off immediately before the Vilaro System Queen can directly interfere. Morgan looks out of it! Jack finally realizes the ref is gone and looks over to see Marisol.
He lets go of the champion and shoves him away before quickly getting to his feet. He runs like lightning over to the ropes and before Marisol can jump down to safety, he grabs a fistful of hair! Normally the entire building would love nothing more than to see Marisol get what’s coming to her, but even now, the crowd is frantically booing Jack as he yanks her over the rope and into the ring.
Delano is desperately trying to get control of this match but her orders are outright ignored by the King Bastard as he pulls her to the deep waters of the middle of the ring. He then looks around the building and screams at the thousands of hypocrites in the seats.
JACK MOREAU
I’M GOING TO STOMP HER FUCKING FACE IN.
He then throws her down on the mat and grabs her by both wrists and readies his boot to repeat the assault on Hayley Fien on the Vilaro System Queen! BUT MORGAN IS UP! He’s shaken off the cobwebs of unconsciousness! He climbs to his feet and runs forward, a bit awkwardly, and tackles Jack! The two men go crashing into the far corner, with Jack smashing chest first into the thinly padded steel anchor. Marisol quickly rolls to safety outside the ring as a struggle ensues. Morgan spins Jack around and starts throwing punches and forearms at Jack.
It looks like the King Bastard is in real trouble as more than a few start to land. LET’S GO MORGAN rattles the building! The champion then switches to side kicks, nailing one that really seems to hurt the challenger, but the second one is caught! Jack sends another headbutt straight into Morgan’s face and shoves the man backward. The champion stumbles and falls to the mat before rolling backward onto his knees. He shakes the stars from his eyes and then stands before running right back at the challenger.
Jack darts forward and spins… RANDOM ACT OF VIOLENCE (Discuss Lariat From Hell)!!! Morgan flips backward and lands hard on his stomach! The momentum sends Jack stumbling to land on his knees. He sits up and looks around the building before slowly bringing his clasped hands to the left side of his face.
He then grabs the champion by the neck and arm and drags his dead weight up before lifting him face up onto his shoulders. Jack turns around to face the hard camera before throwing Morgan up into the air. The Rascal King falls in front of him, straight into a knee strike to the back of his head! GO 2 SLEEP (Inverted GTS)!!!
Jack puts one boot into Morgan’s chest and looks at his wrist as if he’s checking the time on an invisible watch.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL) AND NEW SILVER STATE CHAMPION: JACK MOREAU
Delano hurries to grab the belt from the outside official and hands it to Jack, possibly to deter him from doing any more damage to Morgan, who put up one hell of a fight. The new champion walks over to the ropes and stares into the hard camera with a sinister grin. Marisol quickly enters the ring to check on her boyfriend.
Delano hurries to grab the belt from the outside official and hands it to Jack, possibly to deter him from doing any more damage to Morgan, who put up one hell of a fight. The new champion walks over to the ropes and stares into the hard camera with a sinister grin. Marisol quickly enters the ring to check on her boyfriend. Jack spots her out of the corner of his eye. He starts to walk toward her. Delano immediately gets in his face and shoves him hard, much to the approval of everyone in attendance. Jack stares down the referee, but eventually turns away, smart enough to know better than outright attacking the head official of the company. The last shot is of Jack after making his way to the top of the ramp. He gets right into the camera that followed him all the way up and yells loud enough to be picked up by the microphone over the music and boos.
JACK MOREAU
THIS IS JUST THE START.
Before the broadcast cuts, there's a glimpse of someone watching from the shadows, the cut so quick that it's impossible to tell who.
Delano hurries to grab the belt from the outside official and hands it to Jack, possibly to deter him from doing any more damage to Morgan, who put up one hell of a fight. The new champion walks over to the ropes and stares into the hard camera with a sinister grin. Marisol quickly enters the ring to check on her boyfriend. Jack spots her out of the corner of his eye. He starts to walk toward her. Delano immediately gets in his face and shoves him hard, much to the approval of everyone in attendance. Jack stares down the referee, but eventually turns away, smart enough to know better than outright attacking the head official of the company. The last shot is of Jack after making his way to the top of the ramp. He gets right into the camera that followed him all the way up and yells loud enough to be picked up by the microphone over the music and boos.
JACK MOREAU
THIS IS JUST THE START.
Before the broadcast cuts, there's a glimpse of someone watching from the shadows, the cut so quick that it's impossible to tell who.
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© UPRISING 2022
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QUICKIE RESULTS:
ROSS HANSEN vs LOCAL TALENT
SERENITY HOLMES vs CHRIS MOSH
#TBMCALI (c) vs TRINACRIA
IGNIS vs LUTHER THUNDER
EMMA DOUGLAS vs MOLLY HATCHET
HAYLEY FIEN vs SUMMER PAGE
CLIFF MORGAN (c) vs JACK MOREAU
ROSS HANSEN vs LOCAL TALENT
SERENITY HOLMES vs CHRIS MOSH
#TBMCALI (c) vs TRINACRIA
IGNIS vs LUTHER THUNDER
EMMA DOUGLAS vs MOLLY HATCHET
HAYLEY FIEN vs SUMMER PAGE
CLIFF MORGAN (c) vs JACK MOREAU
