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LIVE FROM THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM at the historic ELDORADO CASINO in RENO, NV OCTOBER 29, 2022 |
INT. ELDORADO CASINO
We jump into a poker game, already in session, at the adjacent casino to the Ballroom. The dealer is in costume as Mike Tyson, complete with fake face tattoo and front tooth gap. Two of the Poker players are dressed as old time baseball players, and one is dressed as Hilary Clinton. There are two empty seats at the table, but one is filled by a player dressed as Kevin Mears.
DEALER
Full house beats pairs.
As Kevin rakes in his winnings, an empty seat at the poker table is suddenly filled by a broad-shouldered man dressed as a country singer from the 90’s carrying a large shiny piece of jeweled moon rock.
ROSS HANSON
Is it too late to get in on a couple of hands?
DEALER
Step on up.
KEVIN MEARS
Don’t mind if I do. Ross, good to see you.
ROSS HANSON
No costume?
Unlike everyone else, Kevin dressed as himself for Halloween. He looked like he was about to go out for his match already, what with the sunglasses on the tip of his nose and a red cane in one hand.
KEVIN MEARS
I didn’t bring a costume, dude. I was expecting someone to dress up as me, but since no one did, no one plays the part better.
He glances over to an empty chair.
KEVIN MEARS
I see you invited the Silver State Champion, too.
Ross sets the giant jeweled rock down in front of him, where the chips would normally go.
ROSS HANSON
The one time he gets invited to something and he turns it down. I decided on Tracy Lawrence for my costume. You know?
Kevin eyes Ross with an odd glance (along with everyone else at the table) when Ross begins to sing. Badly.
ROSS HANSON
My little Te-xas Tornado…? Nobody knows who I’m talking about?
The dealer passes out cards through awkward silence, burning and turning the flop. Kevin puts in his little blind, pulling his cards to him.
KEVIN MEARS
I’m not sure you could carry a tune if it came with handles. I hope you play poker better than you sing.
ROSS HANSON
Me too. This thing looks like it’s worth a lot of money.
Ross sets the giant jeweled moon rock into the pile, knocking chips around.
DEALER
Sir…
ROSS HANSON
That’s a Moonstone. I got from a place called WrestleVerse, won a match where the loser got hung from the ceiling by meat hooks.
PLAYER 1
…I fold.
ROSS HANSON
Apparently, you could either turn it in for a title shot or use it in some contraption that could undo reality and space-time. I wasn’t really listening. I was high on edibles, and they sold the place to Action Wrestling like six minutes after I won it. So, either it’s this or the pawn shop.
PLAYER 2
….I fold, too.
PLAYER 3
Me too.
ROSS HANSON
Will this work?
KEVIN MEARS
What am I supposed to use that thing for?
ROSS HANSON
I would have traded it for chips, but it wouldn’t fit through the little bars at the window.
Kevin looks around the table, to see that everyone else has just left their chips in a pile and left the table.
KEVIN MEARS
Fine. Check.
ROSS HANSON
Turn ‘em.
The dealer, clearly unsure of what is happening, reveals the flop: the 10 of Diamonds, the 3 of Spades, and the 10 of Hearts.
DEALER
Check, bet, or fold?
KEVIN MEARS
….check.
ROSS HANSON
Check.
The turn is a Jack of Hearts. Kevin’s face remains unchanged, while Ross’ eyebrows raise.
ROSS HANSON
Well, all right, wasn’t expecting that.
KEVIN MEARS
Ross, that’s your problem. You always have to let the world know what you’re doing. You wear your heart on your sleeve, and now I know you have hearts in your hand.
ROSS HANSON
Good read. You should have been a middle linebacker. I’m not just good at pretending to be somebody I’m not. That’s why I don’t do Halloween. Dressing up makes no sense to me.
KEVIN MEARS
Then why are you wearing a costume right now?
ROSS HANSON
So I could get half-off at Jack In The Box. My kid hadn’t had it before.
Kevin nods with approval and looks back to the empty chair.
KEVIN MEARS
What about you, champ?
Obviously there’s no one there.
KEVIN MEARS
He’s a man of few words. I think he’s out.
ROSS HANSON
His chips must be invisible, too.
Kevin clears his voice and continues.
KEVIN MEARS
Check.
ROSS HANSON
Check.
The river is the King of Hearts.
ROSS HANSON
Oh, that’s unusual!
KEVIN MEARS
Check.
ROSS HANSON
All in.
The dealer and Kevin’s jaws drop simultaneously.
KEVIN MEARS
…what?
ROSS HANSON
All in.
KEVIN MEARS
….all right, I call. I gotta see this. I don’t know what I’m going to do with a giant rock covered in fake diamonds, but I’m about to take it from you Ross. No hard feelings.
ROSS HANSON
None taken.
DEALER
Call.
Kevin reveals his hand…
KEVIN MEARS
You see, Ross, I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t let you know what I had. Otherwise, you’d have known that there was no chance of beating me…
Kevin reveals the 10 of Clubs, and the 10 of Spades.
KEVIN MEARS
I always have my opponent’s number, Ross. Kinda expected when you live near a casino, am I right?
Ross looks disappointed as he switches his eyes between the face cards, Kevin’s hand, and his own. He sighs, and then drops the cards face-up.
ROSS HANSON
Well, shoot. I thought I was doing good for a minute there.
Ross is holding the Queen and Ace of Hearts!
DEALER
Royal flush beats four of a kind!
ROSS HANSON
Wait, it does? Son of a bitch! I really should learn to play poker!
Kevin looks like the cards in front of him turned into a hemorrhoid. It’s very clear he isn’t happy with what he’s looking at. Ross, on the other hand, was not lying when he said he didn’t know how to play poker. He watched two videos of Phil Hellmuth on YouTube and thought he was good. You can see all of this on his face, as he picks the Moonstone back up.
ROSS HANSON
Good game, Kev. I gotta run! Good luck wrestling an invisible opponent tonight! Hope you can carry them to three stars!
Ross Hanson leaves the scene as quick as he entered. The dealer is typing up his resignation. Kevin Mears is about to switch to blackjack for a while. Fade into the opening video...
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INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — RINGSIDE
"Shake It Off" by Taylor Swift hits over the public system as the Uprising fans boo loudly. A lone spotlight appears on the ramp. Coming out early for Halloween in yellow jumpsuit shorts and a top with racing stripes with a wig, looking like the main character of Kill Bill is none other than Marisol Vilaro. The fans boo loudly at the sight of the Fitness Queen. The latter made a huge impact last REVOLUTION, costing Cliff Morgan his match against Chris Mosh and the beating of Morgan with a Kendo stick! She even has it in her hand as she poses smugly, soaking in the negative reaction. As she saunters down the ramp, the Fitness Queen taunts the fans, showing off her flawless body when she gets a chance and plugging her Vilaró System, which could help the sweat hogs in the front row improve versions of themselves. Before turning her attention to the ring, she gloats and goads them before she heads up the steel steps and enters the ring under the second rope before doing a pose in the center, raising both hands and the kendo stick that she used to beat down her ex-boyfriend Cliff Morgan. The Spanish beauty looks toward the stage hand and demands the microphone; the manager of Chris Mosh and Summer Page soon takes the microphone as she stands front and center, taking off the blonde wig and tossing it aside, revealing her trademark brunette hair. As she motions for the music, she stands front and center; all that can be heard is the hate-filled boos directed toward the brains behind the One Percent as she rolls her eyes at the booing fans before screaming over the microphone.
MARISOL VILARÓ
Will you morons shut up! Seriously I have something to say, and quite frankly, none of you I want to look at right now! Not until you use my hashtag, Vilaró System. For just five easy payments of $59.99, you can become a better you! But right now, I want a spotlight right on me where it belongs!
The spotlight doesn’t come, which causes Marisol to scream.
MARISOL VILARÓ
I SAID SPOTLIGHT NOW, JODER!
Marisol yells loudly, even cussing in Spanish, as the boos whip into a frenzy as the spotlight finally comes and it's front and center as the lights dim around it. So Marisol is standing front and center, soaking in the spotlight that she feels is hers.
MARISOL VILARÓ
Much better, now that I am not looking at all of you who need the help and vision of the one true Luminary of this business: ME! Since I been here, I have been nothing but disrespected! First by Griffin Hawkins, and his sycophant friends, then by the general manager himself, Larry Gowan, then by Hayley Fien, then by that little runt Serenity Holmes.
The fans can hear the venom in the voice of Marisol Vilaró as the boos flow; clearly, they didn’t want to listen to what she had to say, but she didn’t care what they had to say. She was going to tell the whole world what they needed to hear.
MARISOL VILARÓ
Not counting people like Reno, and Cliff Morgan, two men both from the same cesspool city Boston, two men who I helped Reno before me looked like a string bean; he was the joke of the company, the funny man, but I took him and made him a killer in that ring. Then what happened? He betrayed me! But now he is sitting at home with injuries. Funny how that works. Karma got him good.
The fans boo even louder Marisol rolls her eyes as she continues on.
MARISOL VILARÓ
Cliff Morgan: the straw that broke the camel's back, he broke not only my trust but my fucking heart! Right in front of the entire world left me! Let me break this down I was with that man for two years, two goddamn years of my life. I got you into the best shape of your life and brought you into Uprising. I led you to the Silver State Title; hell, I nearly risked my neck to make sure you didn’t get your career ended when Jack Moreau laid you out. But what thanks do I get for all of that? I get betrayed, and you throw a match against Serenity, now allowing her to move on further in my Vilaró Challenge. Hence, I cried, took time away, went back to Barcelona, thought things over, and then decided that I wouldn’t be chased out of this business by the likes of you or anyone else! So the last show was a message that season 3’s theme is going to be quite simple for all of you to understand. I hope you enjoyed that because there is so much more where that came from.
Marisol eyes the camera with daggers as she says in a low and angry tone.
MARISOL VILARÓ
Don’t fuck with Mari!
The fans boo loudly as Marisol drops the microphone and poses in the center of the ring. She is back in full force. As the Fitness Queen lets everyone look at her with the spotlight still on her, the question starts to settle in: what wicked intentions did she have in mind for Uprising? The world was about to find out.
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PROMO — RECORDED ON 10/28
"Spoiled" Summer Page and Jessica Anderson are in the VIP area of Lex Nightclub in Reno, Nevada. Both ladies are immaculately dressed as Enigma ominously stands behind Summer. Both ladies are sipping on Martinis as music is playing and people are on the dance floor dancing.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
I have not been inside an Uprising ring since Griffin won back the Uprising World Heavyweight title and obviously that has been eating away at me ever since. Not that Griff is a pathetic jobber…
JESSICA ANDERSON
Nobody is as pathetic of a jobber as I am, boss.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Obviously, Jess, we all know that. You really should be ashamed of yourself because I am ashamed of you.
JESSICA ANDERSON
You being ashamed of me hurts more than anything else.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
It should be. I am me after all. The franchise of Uprising who is absolutely…
JESSICA ANDERSON
Pure Perfection!
Jessica looks excited as Summer stares at her and rolls her eyes.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Very good, Jess.
Summer pats Jessica on her head as Jessica gleefully smiles at Summer’s praise.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Obviously, I have my eyes on winning back the Uprising World title back. Griffin and I already have a save the date for 2023 whether he is still the champion or not because we have to have our rubber match. We all know it will be just that much sweeter if we are wrestling for the Uprising World Title once again and it will put off a hell of a cap on a trilogy of matches that Uprising has never seen before. Now I know Griffin has some obligations as the World Champion like defending the title against Molly again. Lord knows if I were to cash in my rematch before she gets the title shot in January I, along with everyone else, will have to hear about that for the rest of my life. So go handle your business, you two. Just remember I’ll be around.
Summer and Jessica raise their glasses and each take a sip.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Like I said following Solstice back in August I needed to clear my head and get it right. I have since and of course I came back to Uprising when I did. Once I returned that of course opened the floodgates to people who want to get in my face. To those who have or those who are just brave enough to think about my downfall you are all pathetic. You are all grasping at straws because you know that I am the franchise of this company and you feel that saying my name will automatically make you relevant but your fleeting fifteen minutes of fame won’t last long. Unlike my relevance which only grows more and more each second of the day. So…you are all welcome.
Summer looks around as a serious look comes over her face.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Before I go back to enjoying my night, I must say that I realize I haven’t been the most vocal regarding the One Percent. I have simply been a loyal soldier while Mari and Mosh were more hands on with the group. But with both Reno and now Cliff’s defection I for one will not stand for it. We all saw Chris handle Reno a couple months ago and I know Marisol is going to make Cliff’s life hell for his disloyalty. Not only to Mari but also to the entire One Percent. But for all you haters to think losing those failures who weren’t committed to the cause will somehow make us weaker, you are all very much wrong because losing those wavering fools only makes the bond between Mari, Chris, and I even stronger. As much as Serenity Holmes and Hayley Fien and all the rest of them think they can tear us down, they have a rude awakening coming...
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INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
UNITY CONTENDER MATCH
QUEENS OF VIOLENCE vs RASPBERRY LEMONADE
Natsuko Fujita and Jade Berryhill start off the action and Raspberry Lemonade doesn't really seem perturbed by the numbers awaiting them across the ring. Jade rushes Natsuko, pushing her back against the ropes. Natsuko responds with a vicious kick into Jade's midsection and then follows up with a hard chop to the chest that sends her reeling back. She comes in swinging but Jade takes her down with a legsweep, getting a huge pop from the crowd. They're both back up in an instant. Natsuko immediately goes for a kick to the knee that Jade dodges and reverses into a single leg takedown! Rope break and Jade dives across for a hot tag. Lexi springs over the ropes and crashes down on Natsuko with a knee drop before she can get up past all fours!
HOLY SHIT REVERSAL! Natsuko rolls over, catches Lexi with an eye rake and slithers out to make a hot tag to Jitsuko! The newest member of the Queens of Violence sweeps in with a quick movement, grabbing Lemon and hoisting her – DEADLIFT GUTWRENCH SUPLEX! She dives in for a mount and starts raining down blows. Jade with the save, only to be pulled off by Aoi and it takes a few moments for Big J to restore order. It's long enough, though, for Lexi to get her bearings back. When Jitsuko comes in again, Lemon's ready for her and she unleashes a missile dropkick and then some chops, driving her opponent back into the neutral corner. Acidic Blitz (corner running high knee into bulldog) and Jitsuko crumbles to her knees. Aoi strains into the ring, calling for a tag as Lexi grabs Jitsuko into a headlock and hauls her towards the RL corner – hot tag to Jade and a sickening LEMON WEDGE! Jade sweeps the leg while Lexi nails a spear, turning Jitsuko inside out. Jade drops for the cover and Lexi springs across the ring, cold-cocking Aoi off the apron. She turns and starts trading blows with the other two members of the Queens while Big J gets into position to count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): RASPBERRY LEMONADE
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INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — BACKSTAGE
Natalie Owens lets out a sigh as soon as she sees who’s approaching the interview position. That would be Kevin Mears who, as usual, is twirling his cane in his hand. This time though, he’s not alone. He’s got Uprising newcomer Lola Dane with him.
KEVIN MEARS
Natalie, I already told you last time you weren’t going to get to interview me again. And you’re not, that ship has sailed. I’ll be talking about my match with someone else later. I’m here with none other than…say it with me, Nattles… Lola Dane
NATALIE OWENS
Lola Dane.
KEVIN MEARS
Say it right. LO-LA DANE! Put some emphasis on it, this isn’t you telling grandma that you were a human pin cushion for the Las Vegas Golden Knights again. Say it again. Lo-la Dane!
NATALIE OWENS
LO-LA DANE!
KEVIN MEARS
There you go. She’s actually Lola-mazing, but you can practice that on your own time.
He turns his attention to Lola.
KEVIN MEARS
Lola, this is Natalie Owens.
LOLA DANE
Hey Natalie! It’s super duper awesome possum to meet you!
She smiles and offers her hand to Natalie before noticing out of the corner of her eye that Kevin is shaking his head to not do it. She pulls her hand back and quickly puts it behind her back.
LOLA DANE
Do I get to answer questions and stuff now or something?
KEVIN MEARS
Go ahead, Nattles. You got my first ever student right here. What’s her name again?
NATALIE OWENS
LO-LA DANE!
KEVIN MEARS
You’d make a great parrot…you already got the body of one..
Natalie takes a deep breath and fixes Lola with a smile.
NATALIE OWENS
Let’s start from the beginning then, Lola. Tell everyone about yourself.
Lola’s eyes go wide for a second before she glances at Kevin then back to Natalie then to Kevin then to Natalie again. She bites down on her lip nervously before starting to speak.
LOLA DANE
I’m from Salem and uh… I just finished my wrestling academy a few months ago. OREGON! Salem, Oregon! Not Massachussets. That is a big difference I guess. Where was I? Oh yeah, telling you about myself. So I have been training with Kevin and I work here in UPRISING now and I really like mint chocolate chip ice cream and spooky movies. I have no idea what to say. That is such a crazy open ended question!
NATALIE OWENS
Well the viewers want to get to know you before your tag match at Unleashed. Have you and your partner coordinated on your Halloween outfits yet? What will you two be?
KEVIN MEARS
Winners. That’s what.
NATALIE OWENS
I was asking Lola.
LOLA DANE
My tag match is going to be the bee’s knees! We are going to be the coolest team like ever too! We have cool hair and we will have cool costumes too. I COULD tell you what we are going to be but that would ruin the surprise and isn’t that a huge part of the fun? I will be handing out candy to the fans too probably.
NATALIE OWENS
You seem like a very sweet girl, Lola. So forgive me for asking this, but….why would you want Kevin to train you?
KEVIN MEARS
Excuse me! Why wouldn’t she?
Lola looks a bit offended by the question for a second as she looks up to Kevin.
LOLA DANE
I mean… Yeah, why wouldn’t I? He’s more experienced than me, helpful and he’s been nothing but kind to me. Plus he was willing to help me out when I was a bit lost in this huge, crazy wrestling world. You know how intimidating all this stuff is when you are new? It’s totally crazy balls! Maybe you and Kevin don’t get along because you are a bit rude to him like that. Did you think of that? You need some candy and a smile on your face.
Lola reaches into her bag and after a moment pulls out a purple Tootsie Pop. She then holds it out to Natalie with a grin.
LOLA DANE
Here you go, doll!
Natalie takes it, but doesn’t have anywhere to put it in her dress so she holds it in the other hand.
NATALIE OWENS
Thank you, Lola. I’ll take it under advisement. So I guess it doesn’t need to be asked who you are predicting to win the main event tonight for the SIlver State Championship between Jack Moreau and your trainer here.
KEVIN MEARS
You definitely have a face for radio, Natalie. Who do you think she’s gonna predict?
Lola looked over at Kevin and crossed her with her eyes squinting at him for a second.
LOLA DANE
That was a bit rude, Kev but of course I’m going to root for my coach here. Why would I not? I think he’ll be the champion when the night is over. I told him I’ll buy him a milkshake after he wins too. Sweet deal for Kevin!
KEVIN MEARS
Alright, Natalie. That’s enough Lola-time for you. All the fans need to know is they should watch her tag match tonight and see why she’s trained by the only Ace in a deck full of jokers.
Kevin heads off with Lola before the show cuts elsewhere.
KEVIN MEARS
Natalie, I already told you last time you weren’t going to get to interview me again. And you’re not, that ship has sailed. I’ll be talking about my match with someone else later. I’m here with none other than…say it with me, Nattles… Lola Dane
NATALIE OWENS
Lola Dane.
KEVIN MEARS
Say it right. LO-LA DANE! Put some emphasis on it, this isn’t you telling grandma that you were a human pin cushion for the Las Vegas Golden Knights again. Say it again. Lo-la Dane!
NATALIE OWENS
LO-LA DANE!
KEVIN MEARS
There you go. She’s actually Lola-mazing, but you can practice that on your own time.
He turns his attention to Lola.
KEVIN MEARS
Lola, this is Natalie Owens.
LOLA DANE
Hey Natalie! It’s super duper awesome possum to meet you!
She smiles and offers her hand to Natalie before noticing out of the corner of her eye that Kevin is shaking his head to not do it. She pulls her hand back and quickly puts it behind her back.
LOLA DANE
Do I get to answer questions and stuff now or something?
KEVIN MEARS
Go ahead, Nattles. You got my first ever student right here. What’s her name again?
NATALIE OWENS
LO-LA DANE!
KEVIN MEARS
You’d make a great parrot…you already got the body of one..
Natalie takes a deep breath and fixes Lola with a smile.
NATALIE OWENS
Let’s start from the beginning then, Lola. Tell everyone about yourself.
Lola’s eyes go wide for a second before she glances at Kevin then back to Natalie then to Kevin then to Natalie again. She bites down on her lip nervously before starting to speak.
LOLA DANE
I’m from Salem and uh… I just finished my wrestling academy a few months ago. OREGON! Salem, Oregon! Not Massachussets. That is a big difference I guess. Where was I? Oh yeah, telling you about myself. So I have been training with Kevin and I work here in UPRISING now and I really like mint chocolate chip ice cream and spooky movies. I have no idea what to say. That is such a crazy open ended question!
NATALIE OWENS
Well the viewers want to get to know you before your tag match at Unleashed. Have you and your partner coordinated on your Halloween outfits yet? What will you two be?
KEVIN MEARS
Winners. That’s what.
NATALIE OWENS
I was asking Lola.
LOLA DANE
My tag match is going to be the bee’s knees! We are going to be the coolest team like ever too! We have cool hair and we will have cool costumes too. I COULD tell you what we are going to be but that would ruin the surprise and isn’t that a huge part of the fun? I will be handing out candy to the fans too probably.
NATALIE OWENS
You seem like a very sweet girl, Lola. So forgive me for asking this, but….why would you want Kevin to train you?
KEVIN MEARS
Excuse me! Why wouldn’t she?
Lola looks a bit offended by the question for a second as she looks up to Kevin.
LOLA DANE
I mean… Yeah, why wouldn’t I? He’s more experienced than me, helpful and he’s been nothing but kind to me. Plus he was willing to help me out when I was a bit lost in this huge, crazy wrestling world. You know how intimidating all this stuff is when you are new? It’s totally crazy balls! Maybe you and Kevin don’t get along because you are a bit rude to him like that. Did you think of that? You need some candy and a smile on your face.
Lola reaches into her bag and after a moment pulls out a purple Tootsie Pop. She then holds it out to Natalie with a grin.
LOLA DANE
Here you go, doll!
Natalie takes it, but doesn’t have anywhere to put it in her dress so she holds it in the other hand.
NATALIE OWENS
Thank you, Lola. I’ll take it under advisement. So I guess it doesn’t need to be asked who you are predicting to win the main event tonight for the SIlver State Championship between Jack Moreau and your trainer here.
KEVIN MEARS
You definitely have a face for radio, Natalie. Who do you think she’s gonna predict?
Lola looked over at Kevin and crossed her with her eyes squinting at him for a second.
LOLA DANE
That was a bit rude, Kev but of course I’m going to root for my coach here. Why would I not? I think he’ll be the champion when the night is over. I told him I’ll buy him a milkshake after he wins too. Sweet deal for Kevin!
KEVIN MEARS
Alright, Natalie. That’s enough Lola-time for you. All the fans need to know is they should watch her tag match tonight and see why she’s trained by the only Ace in a deck full of jokers.
Kevin heads off with Lola before the show cuts elsewhere.
VICTORY XVI
SWEET SIXTEEN
31 OCTOBER 2022
LIVE FROM THE HOUSE OF BLUES: ORLANDO @ DISNEY SPRINGS IN ORLANDO, FLORIDA | 10:00 MDT
MAIN EVENT
STANDARD MATCH
ISSAK OTTO vs CHELSEA SKYE
HEADLINER
STANDARD MATCH
ANGEL vs JURGEN KAISER
MATCH TWO
STANDARD MATCH
LACHLAN KANE vs OPHELIA PAIN PINKSTON
MATCH ONE
STANDARD MATCH
CASANOVA ENGLISH vs EL LANDERSON vs VICTORIA LYONS
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INT. LOCKER ROOM
We open up backstage inside of the Horsewomen’s private locker room. Talia Skye and Reyna Carter are holding the Splat Network Interstellar Gemini Championship belts while Terra stands there looking menacing as always. In the front is their long-time comrade-turned-manager, Morgan Simmons. Morgan doesn’t waste any time nor her words as she begins to speak.
MORGAN SIMMONS
I’m going to be real honest with you and the uncultured swine that is the fanbase.
REYNA CARTER
Before you go on, the fans here in Reno are definitely reeking more than usual. I think one of them has crusted cum on their face.
Almost on cue, Terra leaned over a trash can and vomited into it. Rey looked and didn’t feel well. Morgan felt the same and Talia had a “wtf” like expression on her face.
TALIA SKYE
Rey, what the fuck?
REYNA CARTER
I’m just stating the truth. These fans are honestly disgusting and they don’t bathe.
MORGAN SIMMONS
I concur with that statement as well as Talia and Terra’s reaction. Tonight ladies, we have an opportunity to fully cement our names in this company by winning the Unity Titles from “Heroes for Hire”.
REYNA CARTER
Two belt Rey and two belt Talia are about to make a return BAYBEEEE!
TALIA SKYE
Yessss.
MORGAN SIMMONS
Girls, I like the sound of that and I LOVE the confidence. What I have with me are the Splat Interstellar Gemini Champions, and the force of nature herself, the most destructive competitor in the game today, “The Titan” Terra.
Terra composes herself and pounds her fists in an intimidating fashion.
MORGAN SIMMONS
Listen up “heroes”. You won the straps on the season two finale and that’s great, tremendous job but you knew The Horsewomen getting a championship match was inevitable, it was destined for us the moment we signed on the dotted line to come to this company.
REYNA CARTER
I’m going to add to this. I’m still peeved my match against Storm went to a no decision but today is a new day, it’s a day to get more gold and to place our flag right in the heart of the Unity division. This isn’t a game to us, this is life and holding championship gold is power.
MORGAN SIMMONS
When you’re a champion, you call the shots.
REYNA CARTER
Without question. Talia and I have these beautiful Interstellar Gemini Championship belts from the Splat television network. Cameraman, get a close up on the gold.
The camera gets a closer look on the titles Reyna and Talia have.
REYNA CARTER
That was step one. The next step is tonight. Just like when we gained the Gemini titles, we will rectify the loss to the “Heroes” a few months back AND that draw I had against Storm. We are the Horsewomen, we are FOR LIFE and you people will call us the NEW Unity Champions when it is all said and done.
TALIA SKYE
Top Girls out.
The segment ends and the camera heads back to ringside.
UNITY CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
HEROES FOR HIRE (c) vs THE HORSEWOMEN
Talia springs into action, going for a fast clothesline but Miles ducks and follows up with a back elbow – QUICK RECOVERY! Talia staggers back from the impact and Miles paints her across the face with a few open-handed slaps. Talia lashes out with her foot, connecting a kick to the knee that sends Watson down and she makes a hot tag to the powerhouse TERRA! Watson grabs Terra, attempting to send her packing to the ropes with an Irish whip, but Terra resists, pulling Watson off balance and right into a bear hug! Miles fights to break free, more surprised than overwhelmed before he's flipping backwards with a snap suplex, bridging for the first pinfall of the match!
ONE!
TW—NO!
Terra scrambles to her feet and collides with a shoulder block, sending Miles Watson staggering back towards the Heroes' corner. Terra grabs his arm, almost ripping it out of its socket as she spins Watson around and right into a one-handed pendulum backbreaker!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!
Terra wraps her hand around Watson's neck and pulls him back up, hoisting him in the air – A WILD KICK CONNECTS WITH HER CHIN AND SHE DROPS HIM! Watson takes advantage of the stun to lunge for the corner, missing Mark Storm's outstretched hand by inches as Terra pulls him back, taking him over with a Samoan drop and she rolls through into a schoolyard pin!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Watson is still down, looking like he's in a world of agony as Terra hauls him up and sends him into the corner, nailing him with a series of shoulder thrusts. He crumbles and Terra leans over, slapping hands with Reyna even as she buries a boot in his guts, stomping him down harder! Reyna drops a knee in the back of Watson which seems to wake him up and he breaks out of Carter's attempt for a facelock, firing off a few quick strikes, driving Carter back towards Storm, who's standing on the second rope, leaning into the ring. Watson spins Carter around and sends her packing towards the corner, following in with a corner splash and a quick tag to Storm. Mark scoops Carter up and levels her with an inverted atomic drop, following up with a few well-placed kicks to the ribs. Talia drops to the floor, grabs Storm's foot and hauls him off balance and right into a victory roll courtesy of Reyna Carter.
ONE!
TW—NO!
Storm manages to roll through into his own small package.
ONE!
TW—NOPE!
Storm releases the hold, getting to his feet and right into a headbutt from Terra. Storm staggers back, trying to shake off the impact as Reyna Carter springs forward, slamming a vicious looking uppercut into Storm's jaw. HUGE MIXED REACTION FROM THE CROWD AS SHE SLIPS AROUND BEHIND AND KICKS THE BACKS OF HIS KNEES! Storm stumbles forward and she nails a hard forearm strike to the back of the head. He stumbles forward again, forcing the action away from the Horsewomen's corner. Carter shakes off the impact to her arm just as Storm turns and telegraphs a hard punch. She ducks, catching his arm. She tries to take him over with a judo throw but he resists, nailing her with a knee to the stomach. She crumbles and before Storm can really capitalize, Watson slaps Storm on the shoulder and dives between the ropes, taking Carter down with a chopblock to the knees. Saito Suplex with a gorgeous bridge!
ONE!
TWO—BOOT TO THE HEAD COURTESY OF TERRA!
Watson falls back, dazed and Reyna drags him away from the Heroes' corner. Toronto's Finest Hour (lifting single underhook DDT)! She floats over, looking like she's going for the pin but instead drives her knee into his guts half a dozen times. She rolls him over and the crowd falls silent, holding their breath! Talia Skye pulls Liam Richardson down off the apron and the duo start brawling. Storm turns around and gets walloped by Terra! Maple Leaf Pain is locked in, right in the middle of the ring and Miles Watson is caught in that leglock inverted cloverleaf with nowhere to go. He tries like hell to pull back but he's too banged up from the assault earlier to do much more than wiggle a few inches. The rope is still too far away and he reluctantly taps out!
WINNER (VIA SUBMISSION) AND NEW UNITY CHAMPIONS: THE HORSEWOMEN
MORGAN SIMMONS
I’m going to be real honest with you and the uncultured swine that is the fanbase.
REYNA CARTER
Before you go on, the fans here in Reno are definitely reeking more than usual. I think one of them has crusted cum on their face.
Almost on cue, Terra leaned over a trash can and vomited into it. Rey looked and didn’t feel well. Morgan felt the same and Talia had a “wtf” like expression on her face.
TALIA SKYE
Rey, what the fuck?
REYNA CARTER
I’m just stating the truth. These fans are honestly disgusting and they don’t bathe.
MORGAN SIMMONS
I concur with that statement as well as Talia and Terra’s reaction. Tonight ladies, we have an opportunity to fully cement our names in this company by winning the Unity Titles from “Heroes for Hire”.
REYNA CARTER
Two belt Rey and two belt Talia are about to make a return BAYBEEEE!
TALIA SKYE
Yessss.
MORGAN SIMMONS
Girls, I like the sound of that and I LOVE the confidence. What I have with me are the Splat Interstellar Gemini Champions, and the force of nature herself, the most destructive competitor in the game today, “The Titan” Terra.
Terra composes herself and pounds her fists in an intimidating fashion.
MORGAN SIMMONS
Listen up “heroes”. You won the straps on the season two finale and that’s great, tremendous job but you knew The Horsewomen getting a championship match was inevitable, it was destined for us the moment we signed on the dotted line to come to this company.
REYNA CARTER
I’m going to add to this. I’m still peeved my match against Storm went to a no decision but today is a new day, it’s a day to get more gold and to place our flag right in the heart of the Unity division. This isn’t a game to us, this is life and holding championship gold is power.
MORGAN SIMMONS
When you’re a champion, you call the shots.
REYNA CARTER
Without question. Talia and I have these beautiful Interstellar Gemini Championship belts from the Splat television network. Cameraman, get a close up on the gold.
The camera gets a closer look on the titles Reyna and Talia have.
REYNA CARTER
That was step one. The next step is tonight. Just like when we gained the Gemini titles, we will rectify the loss to the “Heroes” a few months back AND that draw I had against Storm. We are the Horsewomen, we are FOR LIFE and you people will call us the NEW Unity Champions when it is all said and done.
TALIA SKYE
Top Girls out.
The segment ends and the camera heads back to ringside.
CUT TO:
INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
UNITY CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
HEROES FOR HIRE (c) vs THE HORSEWOMEN
Talia springs into action, going for a fast clothesline but Miles ducks and follows up with a back elbow – QUICK RECOVERY! Talia staggers back from the impact and Miles paints her across the face with a few open-handed slaps. Talia lashes out with her foot, connecting a kick to the knee that sends Watson down and she makes a hot tag to the powerhouse TERRA! Watson grabs Terra, attempting to send her packing to the ropes with an Irish whip, but Terra resists, pulling Watson off balance and right into a bear hug! Miles fights to break free, more surprised than overwhelmed before he's flipping backwards with a snap suplex, bridging for the first pinfall of the match!
ONE!
TW—NO!
Terra scrambles to her feet and collides with a shoulder block, sending Miles Watson staggering back towards the Heroes' corner. Terra grabs his arm, almost ripping it out of its socket as she spins Watson around and right into a one-handed pendulum backbreaker!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!
Terra wraps her hand around Watson's neck and pulls him back up, hoisting him in the air – A WILD KICK CONNECTS WITH HER CHIN AND SHE DROPS HIM! Watson takes advantage of the stun to lunge for the corner, missing Mark Storm's outstretched hand by inches as Terra pulls him back, taking him over with a Samoan drop and she rolls through into a schoolyard pin!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Watson is still down, looking like he's in a world of agony as Terra hauls him up and sends him into the corner, nailing him with a series of shoulder thrusts. He crumbles and Terra leans over, slapping hands with Reyna even as she buries a boot in his guts, stomping him down harder! Reyna drops a knee in the back of Watson which seems to wake him up and he breaks out of Carter's attempt for a facelock, firing off a few quick strikes, driving Carter back towards Storm, who's standing on the second rope, leaning into the ring. Watson spins Carter around and sends her packing towards the corner, following in with a corner splash and a quick tag to Storm. Mark scoops Carter up and levels her with an inverted atomic drop, following up with a few well-placed kicks to the ribs. Talia drops to the floor, grabs Storm's foot and hauls him off balance and right into a victory roll courtesy of Reyna Carter.
ONE!
TW—NO!
Storm manages to roll through into his own small package.
ONE!
TW—NOPE!
Storm releases the hold, getting to his feet and right into a headbutt from Terra. Storm staggers back, trying to shake off the impact as Reyna Carter springs forward, slamming a vicious looking uppercut into Storm's jaw. HUGE MIXED REACTION FROM THE CROWD AS SHE SLIPS AROUND BEHIND AND KICKS THE BACKS OF HIS KNEES! Storm stumbles forward and she nails a hard forearm strike to the back of the head. He stumbles forward again, forcing the action away from the Horsewomen's corner. Carter shakes off the impact to her arm just as Storm turns and telegraphs a hard punch. She ducks, catching his arm. She tries to take him over with a judo throw but he resists, nailing her with a knee to the stomach. She crumbles and before Storm can really capitalize, Watson slaps Storm on the shoulder and dives between the ropes, taking Carter down with a chopblock to the knees. Saito Suplex with a gorgeous bridge!
ONE!
TWO—BOOT TO THE HEAD COURTESY OF TERRA!
Watson falls back, dazed and Reyna drags him away from the Heroes' corner. Toronto's Finest Hour (lifting single underhook DDT)! She floats over, looking like she's going for the pin but instead drives her knee into his guts half a dozen times. She rolls him over and the crowd falls silent, holding their breath! Talia Skye pulls Liam Richardson down off the apron and the duo start brawling. Storm turns around and gets walloped by Terra! Maple Leaf Pain is locked in, right in the middle of the ring and Miles Watson is caught in that leglock inverted cloverleaf with nowhere to go. He tries like hell to pull back but he's too banged up from the assault earlier to do much more than wiggle a few inches. The rope is still too far away and he reluctantly taps out!
WINNER (VIA SUBMISSION) AND NEW UNITY CHAMPIONS: THE HORSEWOMEN
CUT TO:
EXT. ELDORADO CASINO — PARKING LOT
The cameras head to the parking lot, where we see various vehicles of some of the Uprising talent parked in the parking space. Everything seemed normal until we heard some Halloween music playing in the distance. We pan over to see an orange Monster truck pull up. It had pumpkins and flames all over, giving the viewers an indication of who might be inside. The figure gets out of the driver's side, then as expected its Jacki O'Lantern. The crowd cheers as she smiles and clutches her jacket closer to her as she was decked out in a full leather outfit. She leaned in front of the truck and looked at the camera, wanting to address some things, as she crossed her arms before speaking.
JACKI O'LANTERN
Lantern Army, it feels great to be back with you again. I know it's only been a few weeks since you last saw me in front of a camera, but to me, it feels like forever. Hearing when you cheer me on and chant my name never gets old and gets me in my feels every time, buds.
The crowd starts chanting her name out loud, and she gets a big smile on her face after hearing that reaction.
JACKI O'LANTERN
Yes, exactly like that. Thank you. Now, another reason why I'm in such a good mood is because I came out victorious against Wendigo on Unleashed. The debuting hungry wolf tried to do everything she could to try and prevent me from winning, including almost having me for a snack by nearly biting my arm, but that did give me motivation as weird as that may be to dig deeper inside of me and overcome her power. It certainly worked, and now I climb another step onto the ladder of success, and I couldn't be happier.
She sighs happily over her proud achievement as she brushed through some strands of hair before continuing to speak.
JACKI O'LANTERN
The road doesn't end there and to be honest, I'm happy about that. I'm prepared to face the next obstacle in my path. It looks to me like Jessi Ozborne is that obstacle. Hello, Queen. Much like Wendigo, this is your debut match.
I hope you have used up your time wisely and did your homework on myself and realize I'm not one to sleep on, nor do I want to take it easy on my opponents. When I have a purpose, or goal in mind, then you know damn sure I will do my absolute best to achieve the impossible. I'm sure you have goals as well, Jessi, but part of me believes you will overstay your welcome and will be all about gimme, gimme, gimme. No? Prove me wrong, then. I have some proving of my own to-do and that is no matter who I'm put in the ring against, big, or small. Established or non-established, expect to see the best of me out there. Tonight, will certainly be no different.
She paces back and forth. Her own words were enough to light a fire within herself, causing her to want to get an early start on the match just to prove how serious she was, but she would wait patiently.
JACKI O'LANTERN
It's cool we both share the Queen nickname, but hate to break it to you, bud the only Queen that matters and that these people want to get behind is the Queen of Trickery and later on, I'm going to give these people an early Halloween treat when I defeat you and continue, collect another win and put smiles on all my Lantern Army's faces.
She smiles once again before turning to leave to prepare for her match as the scene fades.
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JACKI O'LANTERN
Lantern Army, it feels great to be back with you again. I know it's only been a few weeks since you last saw me in front of a camera, but to me, it feels like forever. Hearing when you cheer me on and chant my name never gets old and gets me in my feels every time, buds.
The crowd starts chanting her name out loud, and she gets a big smile on her face after hearing that reaction.
JACKI O'LANTERN
Yes, exactly like that. Thank you. Now, another reason why I'm in such a good mood is because I came out victorious against Wendigo on Unleashed. The debuting hungry wolf tried to do everything she could to try and prevent me from winning, including almost having me for a snack by nearly biting my arm, but that did give me motivation as weird as that may be to dig deeper inside of me and overcome her power. It certainly worked, and now I climb another step onto the ladder of success, and I couldn't be happier.
She sighs happily over her proud achievement as she brushed through some strands of hair before continuing to speak.
JACKI O'LANTERN
The road doesn't end there and to be honest, I'm happy about that. I'm prepared to face the next obstacle in my path. It looks to me like Jessi Ozborne is that obstacle. Hello, Queen. Much like Wendigo, this is your debut match.
I hope you have used up your time wisely and did your homework on myself and realize I'm not one to sleep on, nor do I want to take it easy on my opponents. When I have a purpose, or goal in mind, then you know damn sure I will do my absolute best to achieve the impossible. I'm sure you have goals as well, Jessi, but part of me believes you will overstay your welcome and will be all about gimme, gimme, gimme. No? Prove me wrong, then. I have some proving of my own to-do and that is no matter who I'm put in the ring against, big, or small. Established or non-established, expect to see the best of me out there. Tonight, will certainly be no different.
She paces back and forth. Her own words were enough to light a fire within herself, causing her to want to get an early start on the match just to prove how serious she was, but she would wait patiently.
JACKI O'LANTERN
It's cool we both share the Queen nickname, but hate to break it to you, bud the only Queen that matters and that these people want to get behind is the Queen of Trickery and later on, I'm going to give these people an early Halloween treat when I defeat you and continue, collect another win and put smiles on all my Lantern Army's faces.
She smiles once again before turning to leave to prepare for her match as the scene fades.
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CUT TO:
INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — BACKSTAGE.
The camera is moving quickly down the hallway and around a corner, where Jack Moreau is beating his fist against a door. The perspective turns, lifts and zooms in to show the shiny new silver nameplate on the door.
B. JACKSON
UPRISING, LLC CEO
Jack stops briefly when he catches the camera in the corner of his eye before hitting the door another three times.
MOREAU
C’mon, Jax. This is fucking dumb. So I missed a show. I was legitimately hurt and I have the documentation to prove it. I’m only here out of respect for you. I should be back home with ice on this shoulder…GODDAMN IT, JAX. Fucking talk to me—
GORGO
He’s not in there.
Jack wheels around on a dime. His eyes widen when he sees his supposed half-sister, which he still maintains is a lie and all she is after is his money.
MOREAU
What the fuck do you know?
GORGO
I know that he’s at the gorilla position and you’re standing out here like a crazy person. Our father would be ashamed—
Jack sticks a finger in her face and snarls.
MOREAU
STOP LYING. We ALL know you are not my sister. You’re not going to get one goddamn drop of blood out of me, you hear? I’m not going to humor your delusions with tests.
GORGO
Get your finger out of my face.
Something in the tone of her voice or the way her accent articulated the words shudders Jack to the point he drops his hand and goes to move past her. Though Gorgo is tall and strong, Jack still has inches and a lot of weight on her. However, when she places her hand on his chest, he stops instantly.
GORGO
You want proof, hm?
Before he can respond she leans forward and whispers something in his ear. He recoils and when the camera centers on his face, he’s white as a ghost. He pushes past her with his body against the wall before skirting down the hallway. The camera moves to Gorgo. Calls to Jack before he disappears down a side corridor.
GORGO
See you out there, champ! I have a ringside seat!
CUT TO:
INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
TAG TEAM COSTUME MATCH
LOLA DANE & MELODY SLAYTON vs GRACE MORGAN & KATIE KINGSLEY
Lola Dane and Melody Slayton are dressed as Chucky and Tiffany, clearly taking the costume aspect of the match seriously while their opponents are just in wrestling gear. After a brief conference on the apron, Melody steps back and lets Lola kick off the match. The rookie wastes no time, coming in fast and furious as the bell rings – clearly, she's been picking up some things from her new trainer about how to seize the moment! Grace has that scouted a mile off though and she avoids the telegraphed strike, rolling out to the floor and trying to get Lola to follow. When she does, Katie blindsides her with a kick from the apron, sending Lola sprawling towards Grace who smashes her to the floor with a DDT. She scoops the dazed rookie up and rolls her back into the ring. Lola's up pretty quickly and she goes for a diving chop but Grace nails her with a hard elbow to the ribs and then starts lighting her up with some STIFF chops. Melody strains into the ring, shouting over the blatant cheap shots, trying to bolster Lola so she can get out for a tag. They brawl for a bit before Lola gets off a sloppy but stiff effective discus forearm! She dives into the corner for a hot tag to Melody Slayton!
The generational superstar dives between the ropes and almost spears Grace out of her wrestling boots! Grace breaks away after some thrown elbows and rolls out of the ring again, getting a loud chorus of boos from the capacity crowd. Melody knows better than to follow, waiting her out. Grace slides back in and comes charging. At the last possible second, Slayton dekes her out and nails a rolling short arm scissors. Grace knees her in the ribs for that but Melody ignores it and goes right back to the arm with knees involved! Grace rakes the eyes and then grabs Melody by the hair, hauling her up – BUM RUSH INTO THE CORNER! Elbow to the face! Sucker punch! It's an absolute slugfest here but Slayton has the technical training on her side and she manages to slip away. Grace dives towards the corner but Melody hooks her foot, trips her up and rolls right through into a small package!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO!
Katie Kingsley swan dives in to crash the party!
Back up, Melody goes for a flying crossbody but Grace shucks her off and catches her in an Americana armbar. She howls in pain, fighting to break away as Slayton transitions it to a standard armbar – ROPE BREAK! Another cheap eye rake and Grace gets free but rather than going for the tag, she nails Slayton with a knee lift and then rides her down to the canvas into a Thesz press, pummeling her. Slayton shucks her off and Grace nails a running senton before crossfacing Melody to stretch her back out. Another rope break and this time we have a hot tag on both sides! Katie's in and so is a fired-up Lola Dane!
Lola dodges Katie's own knee lift attempt, twisting and springing off the middle rope before nailing a springboard knee! It catches Katie right in the face, snapping her head back and the two crash to the canvas. Lola's up first and she looks concerned, hesitating for a split second and it's long enough for Katie to haul her down into a schoolyard pin!
ONE!
TW— NO! Lola manages to break out at the two.
Lola uses the ropes to get to her feet, staggering slightly from the earlier assault. A sort of eerie silence falls over the crowd as Lola and Katie stare each other down on opposite ends of the ring. They both launch and collide in the middle of the ring – it's a battle as old as time with the standard collar-and-elbow tie up but the crowd's really into it. Shove and pull and they're both trying to get the upper hand until Katie stomps down on Lola's instep, sending her hopping back. Stiff kick to the guts and Katie's looking for a snap suplex – REVERSAL INTO A BACKSLIDE!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): LOLA DANE & MELODY SLAYTON
CUT TO:
INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — BACKSTAGE.
In the back, we see Hayley Fien heading through the back towards the gorilla position. Suddenly, Gretchen Devereaux comes up and sees Hayley walking to her match!
GRETCHEN DEVEREAUX
Hayley! Hayley! I've been looking for you everywhere! Do you have a minute to chat a little about your match coming up?
Hayley stops in her tracks and looks at her. The silence stretches out towards awkward before Hayley speaks again.
HAYLEY FIEN
Not really. I think I've done enough talking about my goals and intentions here. Tonight, I'm going up against my toughest competition to date. Kasey Kash has won a lot of things in other places but if he thinks I'm just going to roll over and play dead tonight, he's got another thing coming.
GRETCHEN DEVEREAUX
Did you hear that Cliff Morgan has been released from his contract? Care to comment on that?
Hayley doesn't really react to the news although the crowd gives a LOUD mixed reaction.
HAYLEY FIEN
No. Like I said months ago, I'm done with all of them. I proved my point. I beat them all, despite the numbers and the odds stacked against me. As you can tell, I am motivated. Tonight, I am going to go out there and let everyone know why I should be in contention for the World Championship. A championship that I’ve been gunning for since the end of season two.
Hayley keeps an eye on Gretchen but when she doesn't ask any clarifying questions, she elaborates on her own.
HAYLEY FIEN
With every personal step that I had to freaking take, with every setback that I’ve been through with personal issues regarding my boyfriend’s family, it’s time to refocus on what the goal is. Right now, I have to focus on Kasey Kash! Beating him will go a long way towards making my case.
She puts her sunglasses on and walks away, leaving Gretchen behind.
GRETCHEN DEVEREAUX
Strong words from Hayley – that target on the World Champion's back just keeps getting bigger by the day.
HAYLEY FIEN vs KASEY KASH
A collar and elbow tie up is the usual start of a wrestling match. This is also how this match starts. That is the only part of this match that involves wrestling psychology, as both Kasey and Hayley immediately try to punch each other in the side of the head with a right hand. They let go of the lock-up, and begin teeing off with lefts, rights, and low kicks! Hayley shoves Kasey back just enough to go for a high knee lift, but Kasey side-steps it! Hayley lands at the ropes, where a high leg lariat by Kasey sends them both to the outside! Once they’re back up, Kasey goes to throw Hayley into the ring steps, but she reverses it and hip-tosses Kasey Kash hard onto the ring steps!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
The referee begins to count them both out, but Hayley breaks the count by rolling Kasey into the ring. She clearly wants to win this one the right way! Hayley whips Kasey into the ropes, and goes for a leaping Hurricanrana, but Kasey pushes her away! Hayley does a backflip, landing on her feet! A HARD Yakuza kick puts Hayley Fien down on the mat! Kasey picks her right back up…and drops her right back down! Fisherman’s Suplex!
ONE!
TWO!
Hayley breaks out! Kasey is right back on her! A whip to the ropes, Kasey has her in a Samoan Drop…crucifix roll-up by Hayley Fien! Hayley turns it around instead of going for a pin…she pulls a knee in to get back up… Hayley going for a Figure 4… Kasey rolls her up into an inside cradle! No, Hayley breaks out of it! They both get back up to their feet…
Kasey rushes Hayley to put her into the corner! He goes to send Hayley across the ring…Hayley reverses the whip! She charges in at Kasey - HARD BACK ELBOW! That one ROCKED Hayley Fien! Kasey goes to Hayley in the center of the ring, where she is on one knee. Kasey goes to pick Hayley up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry…Hayley gets out of it! Hayley with a Roundhouse Chick Kick…Kasey ducks! Kasey Kash springboarding off the second rope out of nowhere! Is it the Canberra Collapse cutter? Hayley catches him before he can jump off! Hayley with Kasey on her shoulders, she has her balance for just long enough to ride the Ocean Waves! After the Air Raid Crash, Hayley goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
It’s over! Hayley Fien with a close win, and her jaw paid for it!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): HAYLEY FIEN
Hayley gets her hand raised by the referee, holding her jaw but seeming perfectly content with her pain given the end result. What a hell of a debut for Kash, but tonight he was no match for a fired up and DETERMINED Hayley Fien!
Season IX | Episode VI
GRAPPLEVERSARY
Oct 31, 2022
LOCATION:
THE BEVERLY HILLS HOTEL
BEVERLY HILLS, CALIFORNIA
ATTENDANCE: 4,500 OUT OF 4,500 MAX CAPACITY
18+ | UNDER 18 NOT
ADMITTED WITHOUT GUARDIAN
Nessa Reckless VS 'Queen' Bianca Davis©
IMMORTAL KINGDOM CROWN
SEMI-FINALS | ACADEMY AWARDS TOURNAMENT
Anthony Cross VS Serenity Holmes
SEMI-FINALS | ACADEMY AWARDS TOURNAMENT
Summer, WARRIOR PRINCESS VS Ophelia Blackhart
HOLLYWOOD FOREVER DEATH MATCH
Kira Izumi VS Erik Holland
FINALS | ACADEMY AWARDS TOURNAMENT
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HEADLINE
Academy Award Tournament Finalist VS Vance Isaac Parker©
ACADEMY GRAPPLE CHAMPIONSHIP
MAIN EVENT
2/3 FALLS TRIANGLE MATCH
Jaxon Scott© VS Rowen VS Alan Envy©
HERITAGE OPENWEIGHT & HOLLYWOOD HONORS CHAMPIONSHIP
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GRETCHEN DEVEREAUX
Hayley! Hayley! I've been looking for you everywhere! Do you have a minute to chat a little about your match coming up?
Hayley stops in her tracks and looks at her. The silence stretches out towards awkward before Hayley speaks again.
HAYLEY FIEN
Not really. I think I've done enough talking about my goals and intentions here. Tonight, I'm going up against my toughest competition to date. Kasey Kash has won a lot of things in other places but if he thinks I'm just going to roll over and play dead tonight, he's got another thing coming.
GRETCHEN DEVEREAUX
Did you hear that Cliff Morgan has been released from his contract? Care to comment on that?
Hayley doesn't really react to the news although the crowd gives a LOUD mixed reaction.
HAYLEY FIEN
No. Like I said months ago, I'm done with all of them. I proved my point. I beat them all, despite the numbers and the odds stacked against me. As you can tell, I am motivated. Tonight, I am going to go out there and let everyone know why I should be in contention for the World Championship. A championship that I’ve been gunning for since the end of season two.
Hayley keeps an eye on Gretchen but when she doesn't ask any clarifying questions, she elaborates on her own.
HAYLEY FIEN
With every personal step that I had to freaking take, with every setback that I’ve been through with personal issues regarding my boyfriend’s family, it’s time to refocus on what the goal is. Right now, I have to focus on Kasey Kash! Beating him will go a long way towards making my case.
She puts her sunglasses on and walks away, leaving Gretchen behind.
GRETCHEN DEVEREAUX
Strong words from Hayley – that target on the World Champion's back just keeps getting bigger by the day.
CUT TO:
INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
HAYLEY FIEN vs KASEY KASH
A collar and elbow tie up is the usual start of a wrestling match. This is also how this match starts. That is the only part of this match that involves wrestling psychology, as both Kasey and Hayley immediately try to punch each other in the side of the head with a right hand. They let go of the lock-up, and begin teeing off with lefts, rights, and low kicks! Hayley shoves Kasey back just enough to go for a high knee lift, but Kasey side-steps it! Hayley lands at the ropes, where a high leg lariat by Kasey sends them both to the outside! Once they’re back up, Kasey goes to throw Hayley into the ring steps, but she reverses it and hip-tosses Kasey Kash hard onto the ring steps!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
The referee begins to count them both out, but Hayley breaks the count by rolling Kasey into the ring. She clearly wants to win this one the right way! Hayley whips Kasey into the ropes, and goes for a leaping Hurricanrana, but Kasey pushes her away! Hayley does a backflip, landing on her feet! A HARD Yakuza kick puts Hayley Fien down on the mat! Kasey picks her right back up…and drops her right back down! Fisherman’s Suplex!
ONE!
TWO!
Hayley breaks out! Kasey is right back on her! A whip to the ropes, Kasey has her in a Samoan Drop…crucifix roll-up by Hayley Fien! Hayley turns it around instead of going for a pin…she pulls a knee in to get back up… Hayley going for a Figure 4… Kasey rolls her up into an inside cradle! No, Hayley breaks out of it! They both get back up to their feet…
Kasey rushes Hayley to put her into the corner! He goes to send Hayley across the ring…Hayley reverses the whip! She charges in at Kasey - HARD BACK ELBOW! That one ROCKED Hayley Fien! Kasey goes to Hayley in the center of the ring, where she is on one knee. Kasey goes to pick Hayley up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry…Hayley gets out of it! Hayley with a Roundhouse Chick Kick…Kasey ducks! Kasey Kash springboarding off the second rope out of nowhere! Is it the Canberra Collapse cutter? Hayley catches him before he can jump off! Hayley with Kasey on her shoulders, she has her balance for just long enough to ride the Ocean Waves! After the Air Raid Crash, Hayley goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
It’s over! Hayley Fien with a close win, and her jaw paid for it!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): HAYLEY FIEN
Hayley gets her hand raised by the referee, holding her jaw but seeming perfectly content with her pain given the end result. What a hell of a debut for Kash, but tonight he was no match for a fired up and DETERMINED Hayley Fien!
Season IX | Episode VI
GRAPPLEVERSARY
Oct 31, 2022
LOCATION:
THE BEVERLY HILLS HOTEL
BEVERLY HILLS, CALIFORNIA
ATTENDANCE: 4,500 OUT OF 4,500 MAX CAPACITY
18+ | UNDER 18 NOT
ADMITTED WITHOUT GUARDIAN
Nessa Reckless VS 'Queen' Bianca Davis©
IMMORTAL KINGDOM CROWN
SEMI-FINALS | ACADEMY AWARDS TOURNAMENT
Anthony Cross VS Serenity Holmes
SEMI-FINALS | ACADEMY AWARDS TOURNAMENT
Summer, WARRIOR PRINCESS VS Ophelia Blackhart
HOLLYWOOD FOREVER DEATH MATCH
Kira Izumi VS Erik Holland
FINALS | ACADEMY AWARDS TOURNAMENT
----- VS -----
HEADLINE
Academy Award Tournament Finalist VS Vance Isaac Parker©
ACADEMY GRAPPLE CHAMPIONSHIP
MAIN EVENT
2/3 FALLS TRIANGLE MATCH
Jaxon Scott© VS Rowen VS Alan Envy©
HERITAGE OPENWEIGHT & HOLLYWOOD HONORS CHAMPIONSHIP
_____________________________________________
CUT TO:
INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
GRAVEYARD SMASH: FALLS ANYWHERE MATCH IN A GRAVEYARD, DUH
ROSS HANSON vs KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
The dead may lie invisible to the eyes of the living, but they can be heard on this fateful night as a slow echo can be heard in the distance…
DISEMBODIED VOICE
...the following contest is scheduled for one fall…fall…fall…
Sounds of bones clattering in a techno-dance rhythm swell from a low echo to a loud rattle, as through the mist a pair of skeletons clad in neon robes, pants and masks risen from the dead dance between the gravestones. Another pair dressed similarly leaps onto a nearby set of stones on either side of a small dirt path, leading up to a clearing of grass underneath the moon. And, of course, it’s a full moon at that; why wouldn’t it be?
DISEMBODIED VOICE
Rise up to the beat!
As if she rises from the earth itself, Kalinda Kriegsdottir’s horns peek out into the camera’s frame…followed by her head…followed by her silver and white fur robe…followed by her red-painted claws…followed by her body…dancing along with the rest of her troupe! Her dancers mimic Ross Hanson’s Grovit in the background, and at a loud clap of thunder accompanied by lightning, the troupe freezes in a pose. Lightning flashes again, and when vision resumes the skeletal minions are nowhere to be seen, just Kalinda staring down the long dirt path.
ROSS HANSON
She knows every move that a man can make…
Ross Hanson, the master of the Grovit, peeks out from behind a large dead oak tree…that’s not Ross Hanson? That’s 1993 Tracy Lawrence! He’s got an acoustic guitar with him, and one of those microphones you wear like a headset!
ROSS HANSON
She knows every trick in the book…
Ross looks right at Kalinda. Kalinda turns her head, looking back to see Ross pacing up the dirt path between the grave markers.
ROSS HANSON
She knows how to give, she knows how to take…’cause so many times she's been taken and fooled…
As Ross walks by, spectres rise from their graves to help sing the chorus.
ROSS HANSON
BY THOSE ALIBIS!
GHOSTS
AND LYIN’ EYES!
ROSS HANSON
AND ALL THE BEST LINES!
GHOSTS
LORD KNOWS SHE’S HEARD ‘EM ALL!
Ross is now only a few feet away from Kalinda, the faint blue glow of the spirits around him illuminating his face and hair.
ROSS HANSON
SHE’S BEEN CHEATED ON!
GHOSTS
AND PUSHED AROUND!
ROSS HANSON
AND LEFT ALONE!
GHOSTS & ROSS HANSON
LORD KNOWS WHAT I’VE PUT HER THROUGH!
ROSS HANSON
AND BOY YOU CAN BET…
Ross stares Kalinda down, directly in the eyes.
ROSS HANSON
IF A MOVE CAN BE MADE…
Kalinda stares Ross back…before driving a toe kick into his gut! Ross drops the guitar as his hat flies off! Kalinda picks up the guitar…
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
SHE KNOWS HOW TO MAKE ONE ON YOU!
CRACK! Ross falls backwards to the dirt (a random ghost in the distance yelling “TIMBER!” as he does.) Kalinda tosses the guitar’s remains aside, clearly not a fan of country music. She then picks the hat up, as Ross rolls around on the ground. Chucking it like a Frisbee, she watches as one of her skeletal minions catches it, trying to put it on as the others argue over trying it on. Ross reaches over, grabbing a ghost by the ankles.
GHOST
WAIT! WAIT! I’M NOT REALLY A GHOST! THEY ONLY GAVE ME TEN BUCKS TO DO THIS-
Ross Hanson stands up, now holding this “ghost” upside down by the ankles. With a hefty swing, he turns and tosses the ghost at Kalinda!
ROSS HANSON
I’LL MAKE IT TWENTY FOR HAZARD PAY!
Kalinda catches the “ghost”, looking at them with disgust.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Unless you want to really become ethereal, I suggest you return to the world of the living. Now.
GHOST
Is…is that…
Kalinda angrily throws the “ghost'' back at Ross, knocking them both down. She huffs loudly.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Yes. The tail is real.
Ross looks over at the actor, who by this point clearly doesn’t care about the money and just wants to get the fuck out of this graveyard.
ROSS HANSON
Yeah, fam, you should head out…
The “ghost” runs away, right before Ross looks up to see a shovel flying his way. He rolls out of the way, scrambling back to his feet. Kalinda trips him up just as he is about to stand, sending him stumbling into a nearby grave marker. Kalinda grabs his arms, pulling on them to grind his chest muscles against the corner of the square marble column!
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Behold, Hanson! This is my realm! No, seriously. I own this graveyard. Check the deeds.
ROSS HANSON
YOUR GROUNDSKEEPER IS DOING A FANTASTIC JOB!
Kalinda wrenches harder, making Ross scream out.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
What was that?
ROSS HANSON
I’LL GIVE HIM A FIVE STAR REVIEW ON YELP!
Kalinda lets go of Ross’ arms.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Yes, you will. Now, I command you! Ghost Of Ross’s Past! Arise! Arise!
ROSS HANSON
Wait! No! Not my ex!
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
What’s wrong, Hanson? You weren’t saying that when you first met her!
Ross hears a slight murmur. He looks behind him, and is almost swiped down by a zombie! After dodging, he breathes…a sigh of relief?
ROSS HANSON
Oh, thank God. You’re not my ex.
The zombie snarls, swiping at Ross again.
ROSS HANSON
I DON’T GET IT! WHAT’S THE SYMBOLISM HERE?
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
I don’t know. It just sounded threatening inside of my own head. Besides, a zombie bite is a zombie bite. Regardless of what diseases they carried while still alive.
ROSS HANSON
EXPLAIN JERRY JONES THEN!
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
He is a special case. I think it was a novice necromancer who had to use the bathroom halfway through the ritual, if I’m being honest with you.
Ross grabs the zombie, hooking its arms in a double butterfly. He lifts up to give it a double underhook suplex…but both of it arms rip off at the shoulders! Ross almost falls back, but stops and stares at the dismembered arms while holding them by the wrist!
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
The undead do not feel pain, or understand technique!
ROSS HANSON
Oh, cool. Do they understand this?
Ross toe kicks the armless zombie in the gut, then slams both arms into the sides of its head simultaneously to explode the skull! Ross is about to celebrate, or maybe wipe the brains off his face, but either way Kalinda sneaks up behind him to grab both zombie arms, tying Ross up in a sleeper hold with them!
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Actually no…no, they don’t.
Kalinda turns Ross around to face her.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
But I do.
Kalinda scoops Ross up so quick he doesn’t even realize he’s over her shoulder, as she steps around a little bit…and up onto a downed marble grave marker!
ROSS HANSON
Oh, shi-
Kalinda drops to her knees, giving Ross Hanson a Tombstone on a tombstone!
Two ghosts, dressed like Ice Cube and Chris Tucker from Friday, jump back in unison while sitting atop a crypt.
GHOSTS
DAAAAAAAAMN!!!
Kalinda stops to catch her breath, looking over at a definitely-concussed Ross Hanson.
ROSS HANSON
…he said I oughta run you in but I’m letting you go, cause’ there ain’t nothin wrong with the ra-dio..
Kalinda drops an elbow onto Ross’ chest.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
That’s Aaron Tippin, you recovering alcoholic imbecile!
Ross Hanson rolls off the tombstone, clutching his chest. He looks around to check his surroundings for any more necromantic subordinates, trying to get back up to his feet.
KALONDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Ghost Of The Present! I call you forth!
Ross rises from one knee, clearly hurting, but still able to fight back. However, this undead foe has other plans.
ZOMBIE ROSS HANSON
….chug….
The zombie holds out a bottle of Heaven Hill whiskey.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
FACE YOURSELF, HANSON!
Zombie Ross Hanson approaches the real Ross Hanson. Ross backs up, tripping over a fallen tombstone.
ZOMBIE ROSS HANSON
…chug…
The zombie holds out the bottle, standing over Ross.
ZOMBIE ROSS HANSON
…chug…
ROSS HANSON
I swear to fucking God if that's actually piss…
Ross then gets a bright idea. You can tell because his face stops moving so his brain can save processing power.
ROSS HANSON
…chug…
Kalinda looks confused. The zombie stops in its tracks.
ROSS HANSON
…chug…
The zombie starts turning the bottle up towards its own mouth.
ROSS HANSON
…chug…
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
NO! Don't listen to him! He's leading you down the wrong path!
As the zombie begins to mindlessly drink the whiskey, Ross sneaks his feet in between the zombie version of himself's legs. He rolls the zombie up into a sunset flip pin, as the zombie still mindlessly drinks from the bottle. Ross gets away from the undead, as the zombie slowly passes out from alcohol poisoning.
ROSS HANSON
What do you know? Liquor went straight to his head…
Ross falls over onto all fours, crawling away while sucking in deep breaths. Unbeknownst to him, he almost crawls into an open grave.
ROSS HANSON
Whoa…
Ross looks up to see an old tombstone overgrown with weeds.
ROSS HANSON
Who the fuck’s grave is this? Brad Jackson?
Lightning flashes and thunder strikes, showing Ross the answer to his question…
MADMAN II
KENTUCKY TARZAN
MMA FIGHTER WITH ONE MOVE: ARMBAR
CHELSEA SKYE’S FLESH DILDO
GRAHAM CLAUSON’S BASKETBALL
HERE LIES ROSS “DON BEEBE” HANSON
HOW’S YOUR HEAD?
Ross, totally bewildered, looks back at the silhouette of Kalinda.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
YOURS, HANSON!
Ross peeks down into the open grave, to see a zombified version of Lil’ Man - his own five year old son!
LIL MAN
Oh, hey Dad…
The rotting undead child is adorned in a Caesar’s Legion helmet from Fallout: New Vegas. Ross screams, not unlike a young girl.
LIL MAN
AVE, TRUE TO CAESAR!
Ross slaps his forehead, temporarily breaking character.
ROSS HANSON
God damn it, Kalinda, you knew exactly where to hit me…
Kalinda chuckles.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
We warned you, Hanson. Independent Vegas. Never trust the government. Also, this is a lesson to you. You rebel against your family, and your family will rebel against you. Look at what happened at Solstice! You brought it upon yourself! It's not too late to make things right before the end.
Looking back in awe, Ross is starstruck.
ROSS HANSON
You did all this just to teach me some kind of moral lesson about family?
Kalinda squats down to get a closer look.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
No, I did it to beat your fucking ass with zombies. The moral lesson was just a fun little bonus.
Ross makes a face of understanding and acceptance.
ROSS HANSON
You know, I never did think of it that way. Thanks.
Kalinda…smiles?
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
You are seriously messed up, Ross.
ROSS HANSON
Thank you.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
I still have to..you know, throw you in that grave and all that.
ROSS HANSON
Yeah, yeah. I know. It’s cool.
Kalinda stands up tall, and raises her boot.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Catch you around, Hanson.
ROSS HANSON
Peace out…
Kalinda kicks Ross into the open grave, triggering an even bigger flash of lightning and an even bigger clap of thunder. The scene goes totally black, with not even moonlight making it through.
When light finally appears once more, we see Ross standing at the edge of the grave, preparing to lock in the Grovit.
ROSS HANSON
I forgot to tell you, I kind of needed to win this match, so….sorry?
Carefully avoiding her horns, Ross slides his forearms in place and starts to shrug.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
I…understand…
Ross clinches up the Grovit, being cut by the tip of the horns which forces him to let go with a loud…
ROSS HANSON
FUCK ME SALLY! Damnit, that stung…okay, okay….
Ross dodges Kalinda's grasp, repositioning to put Kalinda’s back to the open grave. As she pushes him away, a voice comes from the open grave.
LIL MAN
DAD! I GOT THIS!
Zombie Lil’ Man, now dressed as an NCR Trooper, climbs up from the edge of the grave
LIL MAN
RANGER TAKEDOWN!
Lil’ Man does a leg sweep to Kalinda’s ankles, knocking her backwards just as Ross pushes her forward and in! Kalonda hangs on…Ross sees it coming!
ROSS HANSON
Get back! She’s gonna try to tail whip you!
Lil’ Man rolls out of the way, narrowly avoiding the whipping blue tail. Ross scoops him up, falling backwards as smoke begins to pour out of the grave
LIL MAN
What’s happening?
ROSS HANSON
Shit, I don’t know, son! I just got fucking stabbed in the chest by a dragon horn!
The gravestone crumbles with a loud explosive sound, falling into the grave and filling it. Ross and Lil’ Man stand up, Ross holding his bleeding chest.
WINNER (VIA RANGER TAKEDOWN): ROSS HANSON
LIL MAN
You won! Yay!
ROSS HANSON
DOVAKIIN MOTHER FUCKER!
Ross raises a fist into the air, celebrating amongst the dead (and the pretend-dead.) Ross and Lil’ Man then look at each other in silence.
LIL MAN
….now what?
Ross and Lil’ Man begin walking out of the graveyard, side by side.
ROSS HANSON
Now I need some super glue and hand sanitizer. This shit’s gonna get infected if I keep picking at it.
LIL MAN
Can I glue it shut?
ROSS HANSON
Well, if you don’t…how you ever gonna learn?
Kalinda's got a set of claws sticking up through the rocks, digging her way out. Ross and Lil' Man have a happy ending. All of the ghosts are pissed. Fade to black.
CUT TO:
INT. BACKSTAGE — CATERING
The scene opens backstage inside the catering area, where we see Amy siting alone with a laptop in front of her as she watches some various highlights from her days in WCWF, where she began her career and where she dove in at the deep end of wrestling both men and women. Watching the highlights, she shakes her head and closes the laptop.
AMY SANTINO
Fuck me… I was terrible.
Amy sits back in the chair before leaning forward.
AMY SANTINO
Admittedly, it’s been a while since I have made physical wrestling contact with a man inside a wrestling ring, but I have changed hell of a lot since my early days. I am no longer a rookie… no longer in this business for all the wrong reasons and definitely not knowing what I am doing. I have grown up; I am now a household name and not because of my past but what I do now. I am a veteran and a Hall of Famer.
But why am I nervous about this? Why do I feel intimidated? Should I be intimidated about the situation that I am to face...
No.
But should I take advantage of the nerves and the intimidation?
Yes…
Amy sits back and brushes back some hair from her face before sipping on some water.
AMY SANTINO
I am in a position, where I shouldn’t have admitted that I am nervous and intimidated but as I said it’s been a while since I have stepped into the ring and been face to face with a male colleague. But when I was GRIME champion in SCU, I relished the opportunities of the different match stipulations that I was given, and I think I will have to treat this match very much the same.
However, while I get into the right mindset and work hard inside the gym and train hard outside the gym, I know nothing about Jack Nomad other than what I have been told by our wonderful CEO – that he is a little unhinged and slightly deluded. I read his profile on the website – I'm not going to base my entire approach on mostly hearsay. Everyone is a little bit different in this industry. Myself inclided.
Amy shrugs.
AMY SANTINO
Anyway… Jack. You may think that you will have the upper hand as you are bigger and badder and crazier, but that’s means fuck all. As I said: I am nervous and intimidated by this match, but this makes me equally more dangerous. I will work hard and fight hard to make an impact against you. My debut match ended in a double count out, so I never got my win… so a win against you tonight will kickstart things properly and prove that I am able to hang with even the most dangerous of people.
Amy pulls the laptop close to her before continuing.
AMY SANTINO
I may be walking into this match the underdog… but I will be walking out the top dog by putting an old rabid hound down. I got the impression that’s what our CEO would like me to do.
She shrugs again.
AMY SANTINO
Good luck, Jack… see you soon.
Amy pushes her chair backwards and grabs the laptop bag, sliding the computer inside before zipping it up. The scene fades with Amy leaving the canteen, determined to kick ass.
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AMY SANTINO
Fuck me… I was terrible.
Amy sits back in the chair before leaning forward.
AMY SANTINO
Admittedly, it’s been a while since I have made physical wrestling contact with a man inside a wrestling ring, but I have changed hell of a lot since my early days. I am no longer a rookie… no longer in this business for all the wrong reasons and definitely not knowing what I am doing. I have grown up; I am now a household name and not because of my past but what I do now. I am a veteran and a Hall of Famer.
But why am I nervous about this? Why do I feel intimidated? Should I be intimidated about the situation that I am to face...
No.
But should I take advantage of the nerves and the intimidation?
Yes…
Amy sits back and brushes back some hair from her face before sipping on some water.
AMY SANTINO
I am in a position, where I shouldn’t have admitted that I am nervous and intimidated but as I said it’s been a while since I have stepped into the ring and been face to face with a male colleague. But when I was GRIME champion in SCU, I relished the opportunities of the different match stipulations that I was given, and I think I will have to treat this match very much the same.
However, while I get into the right mindset and work hard inside the gym and train hard outside the gym, I know nothing about Jack Nomad other than what I have been told by our wonderful CEO – that he is a little unhinged and slightly deluded. I read his profile on the website – I'm not going to base my entire approach on mostly hearsay. Everyone is a little bit different in this industry. Myself inclided.
Amy shrugs.
AMY SANTINO
Anyway… Jack. You may think that you will have the upper hand as you are bigger and badder and crazier, but that’s means fuck all. As I said: I am nervous and intimidated by this match, but this makes me equally more dangerous. I will work hard and fight hard to make an impact against you. My debut match ended in a double count out, so I never got my win… so a win against you tonight will kickstart things properly and prove that I am able to hang with even the most dangerous of people.
Amy pulls the laptop close to her before continuing.
AMY SANTINO
I may be walking into this match the underdog… but I will be walking out the top dog by putting an old rabid hound down. I got the impression that’s what our CEO would like me to do.
She shrugs again.
AMY SANTINO
Good luck, Jack… see you soon.
Amy pushes her chair backwards and grabs the laptop bag, sliding the computer inside before zipping it up. The scene fades with Amy leaving the canteen, determined to kick ass.
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CUT TO:
STATIC
The camera opens immediately upon a large, white feathered rooster being held down by a large tattooed and masculine hand on a wooden table. It kicks, pecks, and claws, but is held firmly even as it’s beak makes small pecks on the forearm drawing blood. Suddenly a cleaver comes down on it’s neck, separating the head from the body. The body goes wild as the hand holds it firm, blood spurting on the wood and splattering the severed head as the chicken’s eyes glaze over. Seconds tick by as the body dies long after the head. With the cleaver stuck in the table, the other hand starts to pluck feathers one by one, tossing them into a trash can off camera. A man’s rough, graveled voice is heard speaking…
VOICE
People are fucking weak, often unwilling to do what must be done in order to succeed. You call me crazy, I call it being primal, natural, doing what we were meant to do from day one. For every hunter willing to kill, skin, gut, cook, and eat his meal, there’s a hundred soft little shits pretending to be tough, yet you tell them to kill a chicken and prepare it to eat… watch ‘em balk and retch at the mere prospect. These same weak little bitches would rather tweet all day on social media while ordering chicken nuggets at a McDonald’s drive thru.
The body had finally stopped kicking, the carcass now devoid of feathers. He pulls out a knife and starts to slit the chicken down the middle. From there, he starts to pull it’s viscera out, laying the small animal’s guts on the table one by one. He then proceeds to quarter it into sections. Thighs, wings, legs, breasts, each with a violent chop of a cleaver. For any who are used to working in a butcher’s shop, this would have little impact, but for most, it would be quite gruesome to watch.
VOICE
The common guy these days would rather have machines do everything for them. They’d rather have it all conveniently delivered without any idea of the work that goes into it.
Once the quartering is done, he starts to wrap each piece in paper with surprisingly delicate care.
VOICE
I wonder if Amy Santino has ever killed a living thing in her life, the self-proclaimed little Miss “I’ve done everything” little bitch I’m facing.
With the penny dropped and the meat fully wrapped, Jack Nomad gathers it all up and walks it over to a nearby meat freezer for storage. The camera pulls back to reveal him to be in what looks to be a darkly lit kitchen trailer. It looked old, lived in, and in a bit of disrepair but there’s clearly power and everything the conditions, while not ideal, are certainly liveable. He walks over to the sink and starts washing his hands.
He’s a slim, tightly muscled figure, shirtless with an apron hanging around his waist and over a pair of cargo shorts. His many tattoos are on display, some professionally done and others looking as if straight out of a prison.
NOMAD
Seems like wrestling whores are even more of a thing now than they ever were when I last wrestled in front of a TV camera. Pornstar, multi-time champion, world-traveled “superstar”... Watched some of your old work and I have to tell you, you fuck like a pro should, my lil’ punk whore. Gave old righty a nice little work out.
He snickers a bit as he whips the water from his hands and then grabs a rag on the counter to dry them off. Jack turns around to face the camera now, a crooked smile on his face.
NOMAD
You’ve done well for yourself outside the world of fucking for money though, I’ll hand that to you. You look good on TV, even at 42. You’ve faced monsters, legends, all that shit… thing is, you’ve never faced a real killer in your life, have you?
“Burn Notice” strokes at the thick beard on his chin.
NOMAD
Don’t let the little jokes that good old Bradley told you water down the experience, swea-pea. He knows me from a time I wasn’t so sure of myself, actually TRYING to fit in with people that really weren’t worth the fucking effort. Even had a pretty little Pixie-bitch as my cock-sleeve just to ‘fit in’ and I honestly couldn’t tell you why the fuck I bothered having a loose as fuck whore who had gone down on everything including the Titanic. She did suck a mean dick, so there is that.
He reaches under his apron to scratch his crotch briefly, then crosses his arms over his chest.
NOMAD
Just glad she didn’t give me anything serious, like fucking syphillis or gonnereah. So who am I? I’m a motherfucker that: doesn’t care about your legacy, how special you or anyone else thinks you are, and is just out to turn you into a greasy fucking smear on the canvas. Titles, gold, prestige? They look nice, but my trophy is the one that stays with each and every one of my victims, whether it’s their final memory or they survive with the horrors of what I inflict on them for the rest of their lives.
Jack tilts his head, a few dreadlocks falling into his smiling face.
NOMAD
The past doesn’t mean a fucking thing, something Bradley doesn’t realize. Back then, I was a fucking product fighting against the conformity of corporate rules and bullshit. They tried to package me, market me, feed a false version of me that was neutered and watered down to the world. Nah, you’re getting the truth in Uprising. I never cared about a championship my entire life. Championships and legacies make already weak people even more fragile as you then have something to lose and that you’re desperate to keep.
Jack sneers with disgust.
NOMAD
(intentionally lisping)
Oh my preshush legashy!! Not my ShampionSsssssshhhkkiiippp!
(lisping ends)
FUCK YOUR CHAMPIONSHIPS! FUCK YOUR LEGACY! FUCK YOU! It isn’t about glory when you stand against me… IT’S ABOUT YOUR FUCKING LIFE!!!
He pushes off that counter and slams his fist on the counter of the kitchen island hard enough to make the cutting board and cleaver jump.
NOMAD
So laugh, make your little jokes, put me down and talk all that shit because whatever you gotta say, lil’ Amy… Make it good, because you’ll be gurgling on those words as the blood floods your mouth from your throat. The 29th? The horror won’t be some cheap costume, spooky theme, or bullshit cheap theatrics. The horror will be what the world watches me do to their precious little Punk Whore.
Jack looks as unhinged as Bradley Jackson said he did in the tweet, a wild crooked smile, eyes bugging out of his head as he stares right into that camera recording him. He slaps the island counter a couple times, chuckling.
NOMAD
I’m excited baby, because what I do to you will be more memorable than the greatest sex you’ve ever had. No one will forget the night that Jack Nomad violated the Punk Whore in a vulgar display of violence. Time to see what Anarchy REALLY looks like. I might even take one of your tattoos home as a trophy… haven’t decided if or which one it’ll be…
Jack pushes back off the counter, backing into his stove.
NOMAD
…See you in hell soon, baby.
He kisses his hand and blows it at the camera with a wink. Immediate cut to black.
JACK NOMAD vs AMY SANTINO
Amy looks a bit wary about locking up with him as Nomad advances but she engages in that classic collar-and-elbow tie before Nomad flings her away – SPRINGBOARD FLYING THRUST KICK OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE! Wow! Nomad staggers back a few steps as Amy nails a spinning back kick. She goes to the well again but Nomad catches her leg and dumps her on her back. He stomps her in the guts before hauling her back up to her feet. He ragdolls her into the corner, coming in for a splash but Amy gets the knees up. Nomad bounces off and doesn't stop, assaulting her with kicks and strikes before a splash with his arm across Amy's neck that almost gives her whiplash. She crumbles and Nomad goes to stomp her down – NOTHING BUT AIR! Amy's rolled out to the floor. Nomad hops up on to the second rope, leaning over to look for her but Amy's not there. She's gone under the corner of the ring to slide back in behind him and she dumps Nomad over the ropes to the floor! The crowd goes nuts as Amy launches herself with a Plancha, flattening them both on the floor! TALK ABOUT A WELCOME!
Amy hooks Nomad and hauls him up, getting him into a hammerlock. Nomad tries a back elbow, which Amy ducks. The momentum spins Nomad around, and Amy takes him down again with a belly to back backbreaker! She rolls back into the ring to stop the count, giving herself the breather she needs after the physicality of the first few minutes of the match. Nomad doesn't stay down long, popping back up with a sadistic grin as he wipes blood from his lips. He's nodding as he slides back into the ring, almost as if he approves of the violence so far. Amy waits to see what he's going to do, seeming a bit more confident now than she was in the opening moments – it's almost like she's figured out what makes him tick. When he goes for a grapple, she sidesteps and goes for a quick lariat – NOPE! Nomad ducks and follows up with a sideswipe powerbomb, getting massive heat from the crowd from the stiffness. Amy nips right back up to her feet, unloading some hard chops and forearm shivers to send Nomad back to the ropes – he rebounds and she catches a telegraphed strike, turning it into a judo toss. She doesn't let go and it turns into a bridging Fujiwara armbar, showing off her technical expertise!
Nomad eye rakes and elbows his way free, grabbing a handful of Amy's hair to haul her forward into a sickening spike of her face off his knee. She falls back and he covers her, grabbing her waistband for leverage! Big J spots it and refuses to count. Nomad gets right up in his face and gets rolled up from behind!
ONE!
TWO
THR—NO!
Nomad kicks out and flings Amy off. She tries to scramble away but he pounces on her and headbutts her again before gouging her eyes. The official forces a break and Nomad gets up, soaking in the outpouring of hatred from the crowd. He slips his hand into his pocket and it looks like he might have something in his hand – HOLY SHIT HERE COMES JESSIE SALCO! Nomad drops the roll of quarters, kicking it out of the ring as he holds his arms out to his sides, laughing as he invites the calvary to join the melee. Amy, looking woozy, staggers up and nails Nomad with that patented Spinning Back Kick KO! He goes down hard and she drops for the pin on instinct only for Big J to wave it off, declaring Nomad unfit to continue even though he's stirring.
WINNER (VIA TECHNICAL KNOCKOUT): AMY SANTINO
Salco slides into the ring, pulling Amy away before Nomad shakes off the grogginess and realizes what's just happened. We cut elsewhere, silencing the rowdy crowd.
VOICE
People are fucking weak, often unwilling to do what must be done in order to succeed. You call me crazy, I call it being primal, natural, doing what we were meant to do from day one. For every hunter willing to kill, skin, gut, cook, and eat his meal, there’s a hundred soft little shits pretending to be tough, yet you tell them to kill a chicken and prepare it to eat… watch ‘em balk and retch at the mere prospect. These same weak little bitches would rather tweet all day on social media while ordering chicken nuggets at a McDonald’s drive thru.
The body had finally stopped kicking, the carcass now devoid of feathers. He pulls out a knife and starts to slit the chicken down the middle. From there, he starts to pull it’s viscera out, laying the small animal’s guts on the table one by one. He then proceeds to quarter it into sections. Thighs, wings, legs, breasts, each with a violent chop of a cleaver. For any who are used to working in a butcher’s shop, this would have little impact, but for most, it would be quite gruesome to watch.
VOICE
The common guy these days would rather have machines do everything for them. They’d rather have it all conveniently delivered without any idea of the work that goes into it.
Once the quartering is done, he starts to wrap each piece in paper with surprisingly delicate care.
VOICE
I wonder if Amy Santino has ever killed a living thing in her life, the self-proclaimed little Miss “I’ve done everything” little bitch I’m facing.
With the penny dropped and the meat fully wrapped, Jack Nomad gathers it all up and walks it over to a nearby meat freezer for storage. The camera pulls back to reveal him to be in what looks to be a darkly lit kitchen trailer. It looked old, lived in, and in a bit of disrepair but there’s clearly power and everything the conditions, while not ideal, are certainly liveable. He walks over to the sink and starts washing his hands.
He’s a slim, tightly muscled figure, shirtless with an apron hanging around his waist and over a pair of cargo shorts. His many tattoos are on display, some professionally done and others looking as if straight out of a prison.
NOMAD
Seems like wrestling whores are even more of a thing now than they ever were when I last wrestled in front of a TV camera. Pornstar, multi-time champion, world-traveled “superstar”... Watched some of your old work and I have to tell you, you fuck like a pro should, my lil’ punk whore. Gave old righty a nice little work out.
He snickers a bit as he whips the water from his hands and then grabs a rag on the counter to dry them off. Jack turns around to face the camera now, a crooked smile on his face.
NOMAD
You’ve done well for yourself outside the world of fucking for money though, I’ll hand that to you. You look good on TV, even at 42. You’ve faced monsters, legends, all that shit… thing is, you’ve never faced a real killer in your life, have you?
“Burn Notice” strokes at the thick beard on his chin.
NOMAD
Don’t let the little jokes that good old Bradley told you water down the experience, swea-pea. He knows me from a time I wasn’t so sure of myself, actually TRYING to fit in with people that really weren’t worth the fucking effort. Even had a pretty little Pixie-bitch as my cock-sleeve just to ‘fit in’ and I honestly couldn’t tell you why the fuck I bothered having a loose as fuck whore who had gone down on everything including the Titanic. She did suck a mean dick, so there is that.
He reaches under his apron to scratch his crotch briefly, then crosses his arms over his chest.
NOMAD
Just glad she didn’t give me anything serious, like fucking syphillis or gonnereah. So who am I? I’m a motherfucker that: doesn’t care about your legacy, how special you or anyone else thinks you are, and is just out to turn you into a greasy fucking smear on the canvas. Titles, gold, prestige? They look nice, but my trophy is the one that stays with each and every one of my victims, whether it’s their final memory or they survive with the horrors of what I inflict on them for the rest of their lives.
Jack tilts his head, a few dreadlocks falling into his smiling face.
NOMAD
The past doesn’t mean a fucking thing, something Bradley doesn’t realize. Back then, I was a fucking product fighting against the conformity of corporate rules and bullshit. They tried to package me, market me, feed a false version of me that was neutered and watered down to the world. Nah, you’re getting the truth in Uprising. I never cared about a championship my entire life. Championships and legacies make already weak people even more fragile as you then have something to lose and that you’re desperate to keep.
Jack sneers with disgust.
NOMAD
(intentionally lisping)
Oh my preshush legashy!! Not my ShampionSsssssshhhkkiiippp!
(lisping ends)
FUCK YOUR CHAMPIONSHIPS! FUCK YOUR LEGACY! FUCK YOU! It isn’t about glory when you stand against me… IT’S ABOUT YOUR FUCKING LIFE!!!
He pushes off that counter and slams his fist on the counter of the kitchen island hard enough to make the cutting board and cleaver jump.
NOMAD
So laugh, make your little jokes, put me down and talk all that shit because whatever you gotta say, lil’ Amy… Make it good, because you’ll be gurgling on those words as the blood floods your mouth from your throat. The 29th? The horror won’t be some cheap costume, spooky theme, or bullshit cheap theatrics. The horror will be what the world watches me do to their precious little Punk Whore.
Jack looks as unhinged as Bradley Jackson said he did in the tweet, a wild crooked smile, eyes bugging out of his head as he stares right into that camera recording him. He slaps the island counter a couple times, chuckling.
NOMAD
I’m excited baby, because what I do to you will be more memorable than the greatest sex you’ve ever had. No one will forget the night that Jack Nomad violated the Punk Whore in a vulgar display of violence. Time to see what Anarchy REALLY looks like. I might even take one of your tattoos home as a trophy… haven’t decided if or which one it’ll be…
Jack pushes back off the counter, backing into his stove.
NOMAD
…See you in hell soon, baby.
He kisses his hand and blows it at the camera with a wink. Immediate cut to black.
CUT TO:
INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
JACK NOMAD vs AMY SANTINO
Amy looks a bit wary about locking up with him as Nomad advances but she engages in that classic collar-and-elbow tie before Nomad flings her away – SPRINGBOARD FLYING THRUST KICK OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE! Wow! Nomad staggers back a few steps as Amy nails a spinning back kick. She goes to the well again but Nomad catches her leg and dumps her on her back. He stomps her in the guts before hauling her back up to her feet. He ragdolls her into the corner, coming in for a splash but Amy gets the knees up. Nomad bounces off and doesn't stop, assaulting her with kicks and strikes before a splash with his arm across Amy's neck that almost gives her whiplash. She crumbles and Nomad goes to stomp her down – NOTHING BUT AIR! Amy's rolled out to the floor. Nomad hops up on to the second rope, leaning over to look for her but Amy's not there. She's gone under the corner of the ring to slide back in behind him and she dumps Nomad over the ropes to the floor! The crowd goes nuts as Amy launches herself with a Plancha, flattening them both on the floor! TALK ABOUT A WELCOME!
Amy hooks Nomad and hauls him up, getting him into a hammerlock. Nomad tries a back elbow, which Amy ducks. The momentum spins Nomad around, and Amy takes him down again with a belly to back backbreaker! She rolls back into the ring to stop the count, giving herself the breather she needs after the physicality of the first few minutes of the match. Nomad doesn't stay down long, popping back up with a sadistic grin as he wipes blood from his lips. He's nodding as he slides back into the ring, almost as if he approves of the violence so far. Amy waits to see what he's going to do, seeming a bit more confident now than she was in the opening moments – it's almost like she's figured out what makes him tick. When he goes for a grapple, she sidesteps and goes for a quick lariat – NOPE! Nomad ducks and follows up with a sideswipe powerbomb, getting massive heat from the crowd from the stiffness. Amy nips right back up to her feet, unloading some hard chops and forearm shivers to send Nomad back to the ropes – he rebounds and she catches a telegraphed strike, turning it into a judo toss. She doesn't let go and it turns into a bridging Fujiwara armbar, showing off her technical expertise!
Nomad eye rakes and elbows his way free, grabbing a handful of Amy's hair to haul her forward into a sickening spike of her face off his knee. She falls back and he covers her, grabbing her waistband for leverage! Big J spots it and refuses to count. Nomad gets right up in his face and gets rolled up from behind!
ONE!
TWO
THR—NO!
Nomad kicks out and flings Amy off. She tries to scramble away but he pounces on her and headbutts her again before gouging her eyes. The official forces a break and Nomad gets up, soaking in the outpouring of hatred from the crowd. He slips his hand into his pocket and it looks like he might have something in his hand – HOLY SHIT HERE COMES JESSIE SALCO! Nomad drops the roll of quarters, kicking it out of the ring as he holds his arms out to his sides, laughing as he invites the calvary to join the melee. Amy, looking woozy, staggers up and nails Nomad with that patented Spinning Back Kick KO! He goes down hard and she drops for the pin on instinct only for Big J to wave it off, declaring Nomad unfit to continue even though he's stirring.
WINNER (VIA TECHNICAL KNOCKOUT): AMY SANTINO
Salco slides into the ring, pulling Amy away before Nomad shakes off the grogginess and realizes what's just happened. We cut elsewhere, silencing the rowdy crowd.
CUT TO:
INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — BACKSTAGE.
The next thing the viewers see are Jacki O’Lantern as well as Kevin Mears. But Kevin is on the phone with someone. The call happens to end though at a fortunate time, since no one wants to hear a phone call. He then gives the camera his attention.
KEVIN MEARS
Ever since I started my Twitch channel, everyone wants to be on it. I don’t blame people for looking forward to it. Hell, the money I make on it is terrific these days. So I’m here to tell you to go subscribe to it now, because I’m gonna have another guest on the next show. And that’s Jacki here.
He gives her his attention next.
KEVIN MEARS
And you’ll never guess who that was on the phone.
The camera pans over to Jacki who stands across from him. She has a smile on her face, dressed in her gear, clearly excited to compete. For now she seems happy to be in Kevin's presence again.
JACKI O'LANTERN
I'm so honored you have reached out to me and have me as your next guest on your Twitch stream. I'm sure the waiting list was pretty long, bud. Which number was I at?
KEVIN MEARS
That’s not important; you’ll be the next guest, that’s what matters. That was Lucy on the phone, and she’s going to join us when you’re on the stream and you can ask her about the attack. But that’s then and this is now. I know you got a match coming up later tonight with some broad named Jessi Ozborne. Not familiar with her, is she related to Ozzy?
Jacki rubs her chin, considering that thought for a minute before responding.
JACKI O'LANTERN
You know, I didn't think about that until now, but maybe she is, but is secretly keeping that from us? I don't care who she is related to, my only hope is she shows up. I haven't seen her around yet tonight, and when I asked Steve the Intern, he said she hadn't signed in with casino security. I hope she gets here soon and from there she can expect some ass kickings all over the ring. Hopefully she doesn't see me as a snack either, unlike my last opponent. Did you happen to catch that?
KEVIN MEARS
You mean the one who kept trying to chomp off parts of you? I saw that. Hope you get a tetanus shot.
JACKI O'LANTERN
I have not, but I'm gonna make sure I'm not treated as a snack again despite how I ooze sweetness. Speaking of candy, I got some for you.
She grabs her bucket of candy and puts a handful in his hand, then licks her lips.
KEVIN MEARS
But with Jessi….if you beat her up and she is related to Ozzy, you’re gonna make a whole fanbase angry. Imagine all those Black Sabbath fans who are gonna be yelling at you on Twitter. Maybe it’s Norman Osborne she’s related to, then you gotta deal with the Green Goblin.
JACKI O'LANTERN
If the Green Goblin wants to fight me too, then he can catch me after the show! First things first, my focus is beating Jessi and knocking her off her throne.
Kevin nods his head before the two share a fist bump.
NEXT! Leigh's exposure to the smoke brings hallucinations but she's not the only one as Rocko starts to lose it; the dead nurse confirms Carla's creeping around the hospital and among all this, Rhonda goes into labor at the most inopportune time. Catch up on previous episodes of INHALATION now before the new episode airs on SUNDAY!
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KEVIN MEARS
Ever since I started my Twitch channel, everyone wants to be on it. I don’t blame people for looking forward to it. Hell, the money I make on it is terrific these days. So I’m here to tell you to go subscribe to it now, because I’m gonna have another guest on the next show. And that’s Jacki here.
He gives her his attention next.
KEVIN MEARS
And you’ll never guess who that was on the phone.
The camera pans over to Jacki who stands across from him. She has a smile on her face, dressed in her gear, clearly excited to compete. For now she seems happy to be in Kevin's presence again.
JACKI O'LANTERN
I'm so honored you have reached out to me and have me as your next guest on your Twitch stream. I'm sure the waiting list was pretty long, bud. Which number was I at?
KEVIN MEARS
That’s not important; you’ll be the next guest, that’s what matters. That was Lucy on the phone, and she’s going to join us when you’re on the stream and you can ask her about the attack. But that’s then and this is now. I know you got a match coming up later tonight with some broad named Jessi Ozborne. Not familiar with her, is she related to Ozzy?
Jacki rubs her chin, considering that thought for a minute before responding.
JACKI O'LANTERN
You know, I didn't think about that until now, but maybe she is, but is secretly keeping that from us? I don't care who she is related to, my only hope is she shows up. I haven't seen her around yet tonight, and when I asked Steve the Intern, he said she hadn't signed in with casino security. I hope she gets here soon and from there she can expect some ass kickings all over the ring. Hopefully she doesn't see me as a snack either, unlike my last opponent. Did you happen to catch that?
KEVIN MEARS
You mean the one who kept trying to chomp off parts of you? I saw that. Hope you get a tetanus shot.
JACKI O'LANTERN
I have not, but I'm gonna make sure I'm not treated as a snack again despite how I ooze sweetness. Speaking of candy, I got some for you.
She grabs her bucket of candy and puts a handful in his hand, then licks her lips.
KEVIN MEARS
But with Jessi….if you beat her up and she is related to Ozzy, you’re gonna make a whole fanbase angry. Imagine all those Black Sabbath fans who are gonna be yelling at you on Twitter. Maybe it’s Norman Osborne she’s related to, then you gotta deal with the Green Goblin.
JACKI O'LANTERN
If the Green Goblin wants to fight me too, then he can catch me after the show! First things first, my focus is beating Jessi and knocking her off her throne.
Kevin nods his head before the two share a fist bump.
NEXT! Leigh's exposure to the smoke brings hallucinations but she's not the only one as Rocko starts to lose it; the dead nurse confirms Carla's creeping around the hospital and among all this, Rhonda goes into labor at the most inopportune time. Catch up on previous episodes of INHALATION now before the new episode airs on SUNDAY!
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CUT TO:
INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
VILARO CHALLENGE MATCH #2: NO DQ
SERENITY'S OPPONENT CAN USE WEAPONS, SHE CANNOT
SERENITY HOLMES vs CHRIS MOSH
The bell rings, but Serenity Holmes’ eyes have darted to the outside of the ring for just a moment as Marisol Viaro mutters something under her breath (clearly not meant to be audible.)
SERENITY HOLMES
What was that?
MARISOL VILARO
Nothing, nothing at all. You should be focused more on what’s behind you, darling…
Serenity turns around just for a second to address her. However, the footsteps of an approaching Chris Mosh inside the ring snap her head back around. Mosh freezes like he’s a contestant on Squid Game in the Red Light Green Light game as Serenity’s gaze locks onto his!
SERENITY HOLMES
Oh…oh, I see what this is. If you wanted to play a game, why didn’t you say so?
Chris puts his hands up in denial, but Serenity blasts him with a right hand! Mosh falls backwards, tripping over his own feet and through the middle and bottom ropes to the outside! Mosh lands on his feet, briefly recovering as he continues to fall back into the railing - where Serenity Homles comes flying towards him with a suicide dive! The fans are on their feet!
As Marisol seethes from a safe distance, Serenity rolls Chris Mosh back into the ring. She swiftly skips up the ring steps, hopping through the ropes and snapping out a toe kick to Mosh’s gut! Chris, doubled-over, is just the opportunity that Serenity could hope for so early. She runs and springboards off the nearby ropes, hoping to connect with Red Bottoms! However, Mosh stands up and forces her to correct in mid-air, ending up on his shoulders in Electric Chair position! Serenity appears to panic for a moment, appearing to go for a Poisonrana, but Mosh is quick to simply push her legs upwards and force her to have to backflip to her feet! But, as she does so, he swiftly swipes a leg forward and then back in an arc to cause Serenity to rack herself on his leg! Folks, low blows DO hurt women, don’t let anyone fool you! And this is no DQ - at least for Mosh!
With Serenity now grounded and understandably in some pain, Mosh grabs her by the hair and picks her back up before dropping her down with a neckbreaker! He covers her for the pin!
ONE!
TW—KICKOUT!
TW—KICKOUT!
Mosh, amused, picks Serenity right back up from the mat and stomps on her foot while hooking her into a front facelock. Keeping his foot on hers, he grinds it for a quick second before pulling his foot back and snapping Serenity over with a Snap Vertical Suplex! Floatover for the pin!
ONE!
KICKOUT!
KICKOUT!
Marisol applauds Mosh from ringside, picking Serenity up by the hair and places her in a sitting position! He repeatedly begins throwing forearms across her face from behind before flinging her down to the mat! The fans' jeers seem to fuel Mosh as he turns around and absorbs their ‘adulation’ before bouncing off the ropes and dropping a leg drop across the back of Serenity’s head! He rolls her over, going for another pinfall!
ONE!
TW—KICKOUT!
From ringside, Marisol Vilaro has slid a steel chair into the ring, commanding Mosh to show Serenity how difficult the Vilaro Challenge really is! Obliging, Mosh picks the chair up and immediately goes to swing it on a dazed Serenity. Serenity grabs it and blocks the chair shot attempt, somehow wrestling it out of Mosh’s grasp! The referee threatens to DQ her if she uses it, quite understandably, but the brief admonishment was enough of a distraction for Mosh to dropkick the chair right into Serenity’s face! Dropping to the mat, the chair bounces to the side.
Mosh smiles as he begins to pick up the chair that has been left forgotten inside the ring and sets it to a standard-use position. He picks Serenity up from the mat, pulling her towards the chair in what looks to be an attempt to drop her into the chair with a Drop Toe Hold. However, before Mosh can go fully down, Serenity grabs him by the arm and blasts a knee into his face, stunning him! She pulls him back up, and nearly shoves him into the chair with her foot like we are in Sparta. Mosh almost falls back with the chair into the corner, but it returns forward and leaves him sitting!
With an opening in sight, Serenity slips behind Mosh and underhooks his arms while he’s sitting in the chair! The referee, in panic, continues to warn Serenity not to use the chair! But, she begins to step upwards onto the turnbuckle while forcing Mosh upwards and forwards! Mosh’s eyes widen, repeatedly shaking his head before he goes towards the mat face first! Serenity floats over and locks in Home Sweet Holmes! She’s got it in deep, and Mosh hitting with his shoulders flat did not help him as he adamantly yells “YES!” to the referee’s request to submit!
WINNER (VIA SUBMISSION): SERENITY HOLMES
Marisol screams in outrage, demanding the match be restarted on account of Serenity's "cheating", claiming she broke the rules. Ref Stef shakes her head, denying the red-faced Vilaro the satisfaction. Technically, Serenity didn't use any weapons AS weapons. We cut away from the very loud and very vocal argument that Serenity is watching with a sort of glee to check in on something happening backstage.
CUT TO:
INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — BACKSTAGE
The view cuts backstage where Larry Gowan stands next to the production booth, a cell phone pressed to his ear. He's speaking in hushed tones, looking a little harried.
LARRY GOWAN
(stage-whispering)
What do you mean she's still in Amsterdam? I thought I'd made it expressly clear that anyone who needed to book the SNAPMARE fare with Kayfabe Air could do it on our account? No… I get that. It's just… wait. She was triple booked tonight? There's a show in Canada too? How is that even… no, no. You don't have to explain the mechanics to me. I've watched Dr. Who since the 70's. It's just….
He trails off, shaking his head. Lifting his hand up, he massages his forehead as though he's got a whopper of a headache brewing.
LARRY GOWAN
I appreciate you letting me know. I know Jacki's going to be disappointed. She's already booked some camera time to talk about the match.
He pauses for a moment, listening to the person on the other end.
LARRY GOWAN
No, of course not. We wouldn't fine her for something beyond her control. We'll just push back her Revolution debut. It's fine. Really.
He ends the call without saying goodbye to the other person – why do people on TV always do that? The moment he turns around, he almost jumps out of his skin to find Jackson standing there with a smarmy smirk on his face.
LARRY GOWAN
How much of that did you overhear?
JACKSON
I heard the part where you booked some overachiever who's apparently a no-show?
LARRY GOWAN
Yeah. We can just cancel the match. Show's likely going to run long as it is. The graveyard match ate up a lot—
JACKSON
Ironside's here. Kid always shows up with his gear. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to get a little TV time.
With that, we cut back to ringside.
LARRY GOWAN
(stage-whispering)
What do you mean she's still in Amsterdam? I thought I'd made it expressly clear that anyone who needed to book the SNAPMARE fare with Kayfabe Air could do it on our account? No… I get that. It's just… wait. She was triple booked tonight? There's a show in Canada too? How is that even… no, no. You don't have to explain the mechanics to me. I've watched Dr. Who since the 70's. It's just….
He trails off, shaking his head. Lifting his hand up, he massages his forehead as though he's got a whopper of a headache brewing.
LARRY GOWAN
I appreciate you letting me know. I know Jacki's going to be disappointed. She's already booked some camera time to talk about the match.
He pauses for a moment, listening to the person on the other end.
LARRY GOWAN
No, of course not. We wouldn't fine her for something beyond her control. We'll just push back her Revolution debut. It's fine. Really.
He ends the call without saying goodbye to the other person – why do people on TV always do that? The moment he turns around, he almost jumps out of his skin to find Jackson standing there with a smarmy smirk on his face.
LARRY GOWAN
How much of that did you overhear?
JACKSON
I heard the part where you booked some overachiever who's apparently a no-show?
LARRY GOWAN
Yeah. We can just cancel the match. Show's likely going to run long as it is. The graveyard match ate up a lot—
JACKSON
Ironside's here. Kid always shows up with his gear. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to get a little TV time.
With that, we cut back to ringside.
CUT TO:
INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
MAX IRONSIDE vs JACKI O'LANTERN
No bad blood or poor attitudes will get in the way of this match. Max and Jacki shake hands prior to the bell just to make sure everyone knows it. The bell sounds to kick things off, with Max and Jacki approaching the center of the ring. Max baits Jacki into a one-armed test of strength grapple, going low and using his feet to take Jacki down. Still holding her wrist, Max is thwarted from further offense when Jacki also uses her feet as grappling tools to take Max over by that same arm.
Once back to their feet, Max runs his shoulder in with his head to the inside, then locks Jacki up in a front face lock with one arm! Jacki tries to hook in and resist the suplex attempt, and even almost pulls off one of her own…but when she lifts Max, she gives him the added momentum he needs! Max comes back down and flips Jacki over in a snap suplex-like motion! The fans love it!
Max floats over for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
Jacki kicks out! They get back to their feet, Max brings Jacki to the ropes…Jacki reverses and whips Max to the ropes…Max ducks a back elbow…he springboards to the second rope! He tries a back elbow of his own…Jacki moves! Max lands on his feet! Jacki goes to the criss-cross side of the ropes, she rolls around Max! She jumps at him when he turns around, and hits a hurricanrana! Max Ironside goes across the ring, into the corner! Jacki comes in…another back elbow attempt?
NO! MAX IRONSIDE WITH THE ONE ARMED BULLDOG! You had to see that to believe it, folks! He just came out of the corner at the perfect moment to catch Jacki O’ Lantern as she turned to deliver the back elbow!
ONE!
TWO!
Jacki kicks out! The fans are well behind both of these competitors! Max climbs up to the top turnbuckle! Jacki is getting up…flying crossbody! But Jacki rolls through! She hooks Max’s legs for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Max kicks out! They both get back to their feet…DDT by Jacki O’ Lantern! This stops things for a moment, letting everyone catch their breath. When both competitors rise back to their feet, Jacki attempts a running kick, but the Sugar Rush goes over Max’s head! Max steps to Jacki’s side, locking her into the half-nelson to prepare for dropping her with the Special Needs front Russian leg sweep! He leans back…Jacki gets behind him! She pulls his wrist through…BLACK CAT CROSSING! Jacki stays seated, holding onto Max for the count…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jacki falls backwards as the bell rings!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): JACKI O'LANTERN
Jacki gets to her feet, helping Max up. Max congratulates her on the win, raising her hand to the cheers of the Reno faithful!
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INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
The lights in the arena go to a golden yellow as “Shou Ken” by Mega Driver begins to play throughout the arena. Stepping through the curtain, Griffin Hawkins steps out to the stage with his UPRISING World Championship around his waist - but with the costume promised earlier in the day. Under his leather jacket and aviator shades is Ken Masters’ red gi, an homage to the popular Street Fighter character. Walking down the walkway, the fans are clearly behind their champion as he slides into the ring.
GRIFF!
GRIFF!
GRIFF!
GRIFF!
GRIFF!
Stopping immediately in the center of the ring, Griff unbuckles the championship from his waist and raises it high, raising it back up and down in unison with the chants for a few counts. Afterwards, he slings the title over his shoulder, stepping towards the corner before handing the championship over to a ring attendant. Stepping back but not facing the entranceway, he appears to spar in place a moment before…
…the lights in the arena dim to indigo. Griff takes the opportunity to stretch his legs out further, turning around. The opening riffs of “Brave or Grave” from the Street Fighter Alpha 3 soundtrack begin to play through the arena, prompting further buzz amongst the crowd. Right before the track kicks into gear, it sounds as if it’s skipping. As a voice clip of M.Bison/Vega/Dictator (depending on the naming convention of your region) declares “MY PSYCHO POWER HAS NO LIMITS”, a modified Shadaloo logo flashes across the large tron before playing Graham Clauson’s standard entrance video. The track plays normally, clearly a remix of the infamous final boss theme in play.
Stepping out from the back, Graham is decked out in a black variant of the character’s costume, harkening back to the “Shin” form of the character - the military cap, military jacket with shoulder pads and cape. Graham’s pants and boots match color, but are variants of his standard in-ring gear. However, the biggest thing that is catching attention is that both of Graham’s hands are apparently on fire! However, the flames are purple! The camera, cutting back to Griff, shows even he is impressed by this display - a nod of approval and applause!
Cutting back to Graham, he stands straight and extends both hands outwards with force; the flames extinguish as the lights return to normal. The camera slowly makes its way up to Graham from the bottom of the walkway to the ring, revealing that under the hat he is wearing contacts that make it appear he has no iris or pupil at all. He smiles with evil intent, slowly removing gloves that were apparently shielding Graham from any harm from his flame stunt. Tossing them aside off-view without taking his gaze off Griffin, he slowly makes his way down to the ring.
Once at ringside, Graham slowly makes his way up the ring steps, pulling his cape upwards before stepping onto the apron. After a couple steps, Graham reverses pace and steps onto the middle rope and top turnbuckle from the outside, looking down at Griffin. After a moment, he steps over the top rope and drops down into the ring, standing straight back up and crossing his arms. Griffin simply adjusts his gloves, then motions from Graham to bring it!
Seeing this, the hat and garb come off. Turning around from sending the hat and jacket packing to the outside, Graham points at Griffin.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
Good luck, kid!
GRAHAM CLAUSON vs GRIFFIN HAWKINS
GRAHAM CLAUSON vs GRIFFIN HAWKINS
The referee rings the bell as Griffin nods, starting the match off circling each other. Both men turn towards the crowd during, getting the crowd to raise the decibel level in the arena. In the process, we get dueling chants!
GRAHAM IS GONNA KILL YOU!
LET’S GO HAWKINS!
After a few more circles and a grin from Graham, both men go straight into a collar-and-elbow tie-up, the fans dropping their dueling chants and beginning to stomp rapidly throughout! Griffin gets the upper hand at first, pulling Graham into an arm wrench. Graham winces, grabbing onto his shoulder briefly, but then rolls forward and kips up partially, using his weight to pull Griffin forward and to the mat with an arm drag. Griffin rolls through, both men standing back up and meeting in the center again. Graham drops down, using a quick spinning leg sweep to bring Griffin back to the mat, immediately going for a pinfall. Griffin immediately kicks out before a one count can be registered, Graham trying to get up to a vertical base. Unfortunately, he gets his legs cut out by Griff’s arms and kicks out with the same gusto. Both men now back up to a vertical base stare at each other, Graham applauding. The fans are in agreement!
Not letting the pace slow down, Griffin immediately begins to make a quick pace towards Graham. However, Graham sidesteps him and lets him bounce back from the ropes. Graham drops down, Griffin stepping over and rebounding back. Graham hops up, looking for what appears to be a Hurricanrana, but Griffin drops under! Graham drops to his feet, only for Griffin to try to grab Graham into a bulldog. Graham, sensing this potential, is able to shift himself backwards while pushing Griffin back into the opposite ropes. Griffin comes back, this time Graham dropping low enough to carry Griff into a Powerslam! Pinfall attempt!
1…
Kickout, 1.5 seconds!
Realizing he needs to keep the foot on the gas pedal, Graham immediately hoists Griffin up to standing and pushes him back into the ropes before hooking his arms behind them. Graham quickly licks the inside of his hand before slashing Griffin across the chest with a knife-edge chop! The impact is audible, causing Griffin to audibly grunt in pain as he makes his way to the corner. Clutching his chest, Griffin has little chance to breathe as Graham pursues and slams a shoulder into Griff’s midsection. He repeats this once more before stepping back and charging in. Griff senses the opening, sliding to the side and causing Graham to go into the turnbuckle pads. Graham turns himself around, only to begin getting hit with hard shoot kicks to his left leg from Griff! Hoping to take the man down, Griff connects three of them before Graham audibly roars out and steps forward, forcing weight onto the leg that’s been taking damage and returning with his own hellacious low roundhouse! Griff crashes to the mat on his back, grasping his calf and rolling on his side away to create distance. Graham chuckles to himself, before pointing at Griff.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
Without that signature low kick, you are powerless to stop me!
This catches a small bit of chuckling from a small portion of the fans, catching Graham’s homage to YouTube animator TerminalMontage. Griff, not terribly amused, stands back up while shaking out his leg. Graham simply begins the circle once more, letting out a deep-voiced laugh.
Griffin also returns to the circular pacing before both men lock up once again. Although Griffin seems to get the upper hand at first by going for a standing switch, Graham breaks the waistlock and grabs Griffin into a wrist lock himself before pulling him into a side headlock. Graham begins to sit into the headlock, trying to bring Griffin down to the mat. Griff sprawls his feet out wide, preventing Graham from bringing him to the mat. This also allows Griff to regain leverage, pulling Graham back as he steps towards the ropes. Rebounding off, Graham is pushed forward, but grabs onto Griffin’s wrist and sends him towards the middle of the ring. But, when it would appear Griffin would be sent packing to the ropes, he re-reverses Graham’s Irish Whip attempt and pulls him into a Teardrop Suplex! Griffin with a beautiful bridge!
1…
2…
Kickout, 2.2 seconds!
Graham flops backwards onto his stomach from the kickout, Griffin nodding his head with his eyes slightly closed; as if he is saying “I expected that” non-verbally. With Graham in arm’s reach, Griffin scoots into position and applies a side headlock onto Graham while still on the mat. Graham scrambles for a brief moment, but eventually finds himself able to bring himself to all fours and Griffin up along with him. He eventually is able to stand, still held in the headlock while pushing Griffin forward. Now in the center of the ring, Graham hoists Griffin up as if he is going for a move of his own, but gets hit across the back of the head with an elbow from Griff. Graham drops Griff back down to his feet, but only to apply a rear waistlock. Before Griffin can react, Graham is finally able to get Griff off his feet and drops him with a German Suplex! Graham rolls through into a Prawn Hold, completing an Azteca Suplex combination!
1…
2…
Kickout, 2.3 seconds!
Graham is folded over backwards again, Griffin also ending up on his stomach from the kickout. Griffin and Graham both end up on all fours, but are looking at each other as they are both beginning to rise back up.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
You’re going to get burned if you keep that pace up, Graham… Are you sure you can keep up with me?
GRAHAM CLAUSON
I’m just getting started!
As soon as both men are standing, Graham shoves Griff back into the ropes. Griff grabs onto the ropes, Graham stands with both arms bent upwards and hands clenched but open. A clear homage to the gear his character references, he smiles widely.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
MY PSYCHO POWER HAS NO LIMITS, CUPCAKE!
Taking this as an open challenge to approach him, Griffin does so and leaps in with a forearm strike! Graham eats the forearm, stumbling back only to return with a Backfist Jab! Griffin takes this shot, but throws another forearm of his own! However, Graham gets tired of this quickly and blocks the shot with both arms crossed in front of him. After the shot is blocked, Graham hits a Savate Kick to the stomach, doubling Griffin over and dropping him to one knee. Graham runs towards the ropes behind him, Griffin standing up as he is leaping up and springboarding back towards him! Graham snaps off a Hurricanrana, landing on his feet while Griffin is sent forward and rolling out to the floor!
Although now with the advantage, Graham takes the moment to jump onto the middle rope that he springboarded from and points out towards the fans. Getting the reaction from the fans he is looking for, he steps back down and begins to bounce in place without looking towards Griffin at all. He then runs towards the ropes by Griffin, only to rebound back, bouncing back off towards Griffin once more. Griffin, now standing, has no clue that a momentum-building Graham is now bolting towards him - only for Graham to dive through the ropes and snap Griffin into the floor with a Tornado DDT Suicida! Griff hits vertically on the drop with authority, falling forward and arching upwards! He’s stuck in this position for a few seconds as Graham sits up and extends his arms outwards - his hands motioning for the fans to make more noise and grant us a new creation!
DEAD!
DEAD!
DEAD!
DEAD!
DEAD!
Griffin then slumps to his side, convulsing slightly as Graham is standing back up. Seeing an opportunity to obtain a victory over the champion in this non-title bout, Graham snaps a wobbly Griffin up and slings him back into the ring! He covers Griffin, hooking the leg deep!
1…
2…
Kickout, 2.7 seconds!
Slightly annoyed, Graham looks down at Griffin while still on his knees. Wiping his face, he then picks Griffin back up into standing position. Graham spits into his hand, then slams an open-hand slap right into the middle of Griffin’s chest! Griffin clearly wakes up from the stupor he was thrown into from the DDT, clutching his chest and turning away as he drops down to all fours. Graham smiles as Griffin begins to rise back up, running past him and springboarding off the middle rope again! AVONDALE EXPERIENCE - NO!
Griffin side steps, appearing to use his arms to throw Graham down to the mat with some additional force before stumbling back and falling onto his ass into the ropes. Graham hits the mat hard, arching up as he hits. Griffin pops back up, running towards Graham and hitting a Senton Splash onto him! Griffin immediately scrambles back up to his feet, hitting a standing moonsault for a pinfall!
1…
2…
Kickout, 2.4 seconds!
Griffin, knowing he cannot let off the pressure, picks Graham back up from the mat and whips him into the ropes! Graham comes back to get caught in a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors from Griffin, causing Graham to roll more towards a corner than the ropes. As he tries to return to standing base, Graham eats a running Front Dropkick from Griffin to fully send him back-first into the turnbuckle pads!
Griffin runs towards the opposite corner, jumping onto the middle turnbuckle and pushing off, giving him some additional momentum as he runs towards Graham. Griff looks to be getting ready to slam into Graham, but eats the turnbuckle himself when Graham drops to the side and out to the apron! Griffin slumps a bit into the turnbuckle, Graham dragging himself up to standing position on the apron. Ascending the turnbuckle from the outside, he grabs Griffin by the chin and begins to drag him up!
As Griffin is pulled up to the middle turnbuckle, Graham slams a couple forearms into Griffin’s back to soften him up more.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
Now sit there like a good little test subject!
Graham now steps back into the ring, stepping underneath Griffin and hoisting him upwards to where he’s almost standing on the top rope. Graham then begins to ascend the top rope, Griffin leaning forward and grabbing onto the turnbuckle post to prevent losing his balance. The crowd, sensing danger, becomes ablaze as Graham ascends up to the top rope himself! Almost in one smooth motion, Griffin has pushed himself back up to a standing position on the top rope himself! Graham leaps up, snatching onto Griffin’s head from behind! AVALANCHE POISONRANA - NO! GRIFFIN IS SOMEHOW ABLE TO BACKFLIP OUT OF IT AND ROLL BACKWARDS AS HE LANDS! GRAHAM HITS THE MAT!
THIS IS AWESOME!
**CLAP-CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP**
**CLAP-CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP**
Griffin, somewhat stunned, is sitting back-first in the opposite corner to Graham. Graham, feeling the effects of hitting the mat from his attempt, slowly begins to get up but stumbles as he turns around and falls down to his knees. Raising his head, he then realizes that Griffin didn’t crash and burn!
GRAHAM CLAUSON
God dammit, you fucking Shoto! Quit teching my throws!
Graham begins to run towards Griffin as he gets himself back to standing, but eats a Hurricanrana for his troubles! Graham stumbles forward and hits the middle turnbuckle pad hard! He almost bends backwards into it, Griffin slowly crawling forward and creating some distance between the two. Graham doesn’t move for a moment, before feeling at his head as he stirs and slumps over towards the ropes. Looks like the turnbuckle pad may not have shielded Graham’s forehead from hitting the metal turnbuckle itself, as he has a bit of blood trickle!
Not wanting to relent, Graham finds himself back standing up stumbling out towards Griffin. Griffin grabs Graham into a side headlock before flinging him to the mat with a takedown, transitioning into a side headlock with Graham facing up on the mat. A little more blood drips around Graham’s face, not yet making it to his eyes. Graham struggles to try to get out of the hold, the referee checking to see if he wishes to provide a submission forfeit. Graham responds silently, but in his defiance responds in action - pulling his legs up and bringing Griffin into a Headscissor Sleeper and slipping out of the side headlock. Griffin kicks out of this, causing both men to return to their feet.
As soon as both men are standing, Griffin goes for the Shot in the Dark! Graham is able to catch Griffin’s foot! Graham smiles, Griffin crossing his arms back and forth trying to dissuade Graham from doing anything further. Griffin’s pleas fail as Graham steps in, underhooking his arm under Griffin’s raised leg! Capture Suplex! Graham goes for the pinfall!
1…
2…
Kickout, 2.8 seconds!
Graham shoots up from the pinfall, still on his knees. He yells at Griff as he snaps him back up into a standing position, pushing him back towards the ropes. With a rasp in his voice, he echoes a famous line within the Fighting Game Community as a threat towards Griffin.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
Gonna take you for a ride!
Graham shoots Griffin off the ropes again, stepping towards the center of the ring as Griffin goes forward. Rebounding back, Graham picks Griffin up and appears to be going for his signature Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker! Mid-twist, Griff reverses this into an arm drag, slinging Graham back towards the corner! Popping back up, Griffin charges Graham, but Graham ducks and looks to be trying to catch Griffin into a Powerbomb position! However, Griff leapfrogs over to the top turnbuckle, hopping back and slamming a Flying Spinning Wheel Kick to back of Graham’s head! Graham crumples forward to the mat, Griffin rolling with the momentum as he hits the mat! Griffin quickly scrambles on his hands and knees over to Graham and covers him, hooking the leg and turning over to press his weight down!
1…
2…
Kickout, 2.9 seconds!
At this point, Graham’s face is covered in blood and his gray beard is now taking the color as well! Griffin, surprised, looks at the referee and questions if it truly was not three. The referee confirms this, and it is clear that Griffin was hoping that move would end this bout. Determined, he slowly brings himself back to standing and brings Graham back up. It is clear Graham is appearing to be out on his own two feet, stumbling somewhat. Griffin grabs Graham up into a scoop slam, appearing to go for the Glam Slam, but Graham flails out somehow and lands behind him! As he turns around, Griffin gets throttled with a topspin Spinning Backfist from Graham! This spins Griffin around himself, Graham steps in and appears to go for a rear waistlock. Griffin returns with a standing switch, releasing his waistlock and pushing Graham towards the ropes. Griffin begins to move forward, but Graham comes back out from the ropes with almost zero hesitation and rolls forward, slamming a Rolling Koppo Kick into Griffin! Griffin eats the kick and drops to the mat!
Graham kips back up as if he’s received a second wind! He steps towards the turnbuckle, but a slight hesitation occurs as he seems to lose his footing before climbing - the blood loss is clearly taking effect. He then pulls himself onto the top turnbuckle with a single leap, turning himself around and repositioning. As he begins to stand up, he points down towards Griffin with both fingers.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
CEMENT SHOES!
Before Graham can even begin to leap off the top rope, Griffin kips up himself and runs towards Graham! He then hops up onto the second rope, springboarding upwards and slamming a Shotei Palm Strike into Graham’s jaw!
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
SHO-RYU-KEN!
Graham almost pops upwards off the top rope, Griffin dropping and holding onto the top rope. As Griffin begins to hit the top rope to hold himself up, Graham falls forward, slamming into the mat face and stomach first! Griffin goes for the pinfall!
1…
2…
Kickout, 2.9 seconds!
Graham kicks out, to everyone’s surprise! Griffin is shocked! The fans are going crazy - they want even more!
FIGHT FOREVER!
**CLAP-CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP**
**CLAP-CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP**
Griffin pulls his hair back a second before standing back up, pulling Graham back to a standing position. Graham is clearly operating on instinct alone, still struggling to keep onto his feet.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
Sorry, bro… It’s time to take a nap!
Griffin steps back, going once more for the Shot in the Dark! Graham ducks it and slips behind Griffin in quick fashion! Out of nowhere, Graham seems to pick Griffin up as he twists him into position in front of the corner before twisting himself and slamming him down with a Backdrop Uranage Slam! Graham pops back up, stumbling back down onto his knees as he crawls to the turnbuckle. Griffin is in perfect position for a high-risk maneuver!
Graham climbs the turnbuckle slowly, the fans behind him - but also trying to stop him?
PLEASE DON’T DIE!
PLEASE DON’T DIE!
PLEASE DON’T DIE!
Graham, now finally perched on the top rope, turns around. He takes a moment to catch his breath, appearing to use his wrist tape to try to wipe some of the blood from his eyes. He then stands up, steadies himself, then launches forward with a hellacious corkscrew frontflip! GRAHAM CLAUSON WITH THE SPIRAL TAP…
GRIFFIN MOVES JUST IN TIME! GRAHAM SMACKS THE MAT AND POPS UP LIKE SOMEONE JUST HIT HIM IN THE BACK WITH A SPIKED BOARD!
The fans groan at the audible thud, Graham scrambling forward towards the opposite corner holding his back! He falls forward into the bottom turnbuckle pad, the camera catching his bloody face and beard as he audibly groans in agony!
GRAHAM CLAUSON
SON OF A BITCH! Why did I do that?!
He continues to groan as he slowly turns onto his back, still resting his head on the turnbuckle. He turns slightly to the camera for a brief second before turning back towards Griffin.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
For fuck’s sake; don’t try this shit at home, kids!
Griffin sees Graham writhing, but Graham realizes he needs to get up now or Griffin has him cornered. He pulls himself up from the second ropes into standing position, making his rush towards Griffin. However, Griffin knows he has to go for it!
OOOOOOOOOH!!!!
GRAHAM EATS THE SHOT IN THE DARK LIKE IT WAS HALLOWEEN CANDY! As Graham takes the impact from the Superkick, he twists and something flies from his mouth - spit, a tooth, gum, who knows! Either way, it’s flying as he hits the mat! Griffin drops for a moment, seeing that Graham is in position by the corner for a return high-risk attempt! Griffin chooses to go for the opportunity, prompting the fans to raise the decibel levels again in the arena! Griffin is positioning for Holy Diver!
Griffin dives in…
IT CONNECTS! Cover attempt!
1…
2…
…INTERRUPTED?!
From backstage, both Chris Mosh and Summer Page have joined the in-progress match at ringside. They don’t just want to get a better view, though. Right before the referee can count for a third time, Mosh yanks at Graham’s free foot and pulls him out from under Griffin. As the referee catches this, it would appear he is about to disqualify Graham - but Summer has slipped in and snatches Griff up by his hair! Marisol Vilaro comes out from backstage, pointing and yelling towards the ring!
MARISOL VILARO
GET HIM! GET HIM NOW! BETTER YET, GET THEM BOTH!
The referee, realizing that this is an attack on both competitors by The One Percent, throws the match out! The One Percent has robbed everyone of a clear victory in this hard-hitting bout!
WINNER: NO CONTEST
Summer, nearly ripping Griffin off of Graham by his hair, is able to get him over on his stomach and begins to rain forearms into the back of his head! Since then, Mosh has slid into the ring and kicks Graham in the side of the head for good measure before turning his attention to join Summer on her assault on the UPRISING World Champion!
Stopping her strikes, Summer begins to join Mosh as they pick Griffin up from the mat. From the outside of the ring, Marisol has grabbed a steel chair and has slid it into the ring! She barks at both Summer and Mosh to use it!
Summer, seeing the chair, pushes Griffin into Mosh, who kicks him in the stomach before picking Griffin up and slamming him into the chair with a Moshplex! Griffin arches his back, pounding the mat as he rolls off the chair! The fans, who are not having any of this, jeer uncontrollably as Summer picks the chair up herself! Mosh, hearing his boss demand for more, picks Griffin up and pulls his arms back to prevent Griffin from defending himself! Summer taps the chair twice, smiling as she gets ready to wind the chair back… Marisol begins to scream something at Summer, trying to get her attention!
MARISOL VILARO
GRAHAM IS RIGHT BEHIND YOU!
…how is Graham even up?! He snaps the chair away from Summer, prompting her to turn around. Graham slams the edge of the chair into her stomach before slamming it into her back! Marisol screams, clearly not happy to see this assault begin to turn sour!
However, poor Mosh is too late as Griffin is able to slip out from his grip and fall forward onto all fours! As Mosh sees Graham with the chair in hand, and Summer rolling out of the ring, Graham tosses the chair at Mosh! Mosh catches it, but Graham is already moving forward! Step off of Griffin from Graham, straight into a dropkick that sends the chair into Mosh’s face! Mosh, with chair still in hand, is sent backpedaling out of the ring and onto the floor!
As The One Percent regroup outside of the ring, a worn Griffin and Graham are left in the center of the ring. Graham, who is barely on all fours, stares at the unwelcome guests with disgust and anger. Griffin, who seems more concerned with his friend, knees down to check on him. Graham nods, but clearly feeling the effects of the Shot in the Dark still.
UWL Eruption - 11/12/22
Philadelphia, PA, - The Liacouras Center
1. Singles Match
Dayna Barrett vs. Elektra Tola
2. Singles Match
The Weatherman vs. Jeremy Riggs
3. Proving Ground Match
Daron Smythe vs. Leonardo
4. Singles Match
Garlan Brown vs. Levi Sutton
5. Singles Match
Caleb Hart vs. Nick Danger
6. Singles Match
Robert Daniels vs. Ace Sky
7. Tag Team Championship Match
Billy Danielson & Anthony Cross vs. Absolution (Garland Brown & Silas Adler)
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INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — BACKSTAGE.
As the fans await the main event coming up next, we see the challenger for the title standing in the back. Already with his heart-shaped sunglasses on his face and in a leather jacket with his cane twirling in one hand is Kevin Mears.
KEVIN MEARS
Did you hear the news? Did you hear the shocking news? The Silver State Champion actually showed up tonight! I know, I know. I was shocked too! I was fully prepared to walk my ass out to that ring, win the title on a forfeit and help the champion continue building his legacy of being the biggest clown in the sport today! Look at his Twitter profile picture, he already has Kool-Aid all over his mouth. But he’s here, and that means I get to do one of many things I do best: show up and show out. I’ve waited for weeks for this match. I’ve faced one goof after another after another and even teamed up with a post op Ivan Drago, and the result has always been at the end of the match…my hand gets raised!
He slides his sunglasses down his nose a little as he continues.
KEVIN MEARS
That’s been the result of every match that I’ve been in since I came to Uprising. Tonight will be no different, other than one fact. When it gets raised this time, I’ll be the new Silver State Champion. Because as good as the champ thinks he is, I’m that much better. For every counter he knows, I know three more. And tonight when he wakes up after the bell and asks the referee what happened as he sees this on his chest…
He pulls a card out of his jacket, his customized Ace card.
KEVIN MEARS
The referee will tell him he got his punk card pulled by the only Ace in a deck full of jokers. Unlike him, I’ll always be the champ that shows up. It’s like I’ve been saying all this time. There’s not a man on this roster who can hold me down for a three count, and the only women who can will be in their underwear wondering how one man could make them feel like this.
That’s when he starts smiling.
KEVIN MEARS
If you’re wondering why I don’t say his name, it’s because I lost any respect for him. I said when I got here that I had some respect for him. He decided not to show up for a tag match with me last month, that’s when the respect ended. I don’t invoke the names of people I don’t respect. But I did find out what his middle name was. Do you know what the O stands for? First name Jack. Middle name Off. I will leave the Eldorado Casino tonight as your next Silver State Champion. It’s time to have a champion that doesn’t look like he mows the grass for a living. It’s time to have a champion who exudes confidence. A man who looks like a champion, not the second shift mechanic at Jiffy Lube. That’s me. Kevin Mears. Your girlfriend’s favorite wrestler. The only Ace in a deck full of jokers. And whether you like me, love me, hate me, or want to fuck me…there’s two things you and Jack Off can do about it.
He holds up two fingers.
KEVIN MEARS
Nothing. And like it!
Then he turns on a dime to head for the gorilla position when he gets stopped by…Serenity Holmes.
KEVIN MEARS
Serenity! What’s on your mind?
Serenity looks a little "off" to Kevin after recovering from her match earlier on the card. She’s pretty beat up and visibly bruised from the harsh environment she competed in but the young athlete shows no remorse in backing down. She checks over his shoulder before her attention shifts and she looks at Kevin with a smile on her face.
SERENITY HOLMES
Well since you asked, I’m in a pretty damn good mood considering what happened earlier but I’m very pissed the hell off with Marisol Vilaro. Did you see the stunt she pulled with Mosh and Summer during that incredible match Griffin and Graham Clauson were having? It's disgusting! She knows that I’m coming for her so every chance she gets, she’ll create another challenge making it harder than before. However, I’m enjoying them. The more she tries to ruin me, the more fun it’ll be to knock her upside her own head!
She slams her fist against a near equipment box and scowls for a minute, that frustration visible again for a moment.
KEVIN MEARS
Oh, I’ve noticed what all has been going on with you and Marisol since the day I got here pretty much. You gonna stick around for a bit after the show? I might have something to run past you.
He then heads towards the ring as the camera heads back to ringside, panning over the capacity crowd.
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INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
The challenger, Kevin Mears, is circling around the ring, taking time to taunt the crowd from each corner. A few shots are mixed in showing Gorgo is indeed in the front row with her feet kicked up on the barricade.
Counting Bodies Like Sheep blasts over the loudspeakers and the crowd erupts in boos. When the Silver State Champion emerges from the tunnel, he immediately starts down the aisle with the belt whipping around behind him from the strap in his hand. He makes his way around the ring per his usual entrance but stops dead in his tracks when he sees Gorgo. Maybe he didn’t hear her earlier or maybe he didn’t believe her. He walks over to her and immediately starts jawing at her. She doesn’t react at first, but slowly she drops her feet to the floor and sits up. He’s getting louder and louder to the point the camera can easily pick him up.
MOREAU
YOU’RE A NOBODY AND NO ONE WANTS YOU HERE. GO BACK TO THAT SHIT STAIN OF A COUNTRY BECAUSE YOU WILL NEVER BE WHAT I AM. A CHAMPION! YOU’RE JUST A CU—
Gorgo rises from her chair and slams her right fist into the center of his face. He twists around and stumbles to the ring, putting his full weight into the side. Cutting to the nearest camera, he is shown lifting his head. His nose is broken and blood is spilling down his mouth and dripping from his chin. His eyes are wide and dazed.
Kevin Mears is laughing in the background. Jack appears to be having trouble breathing. Professional fighters watching at home shake their heads as he makes the horrible mistake of trying to blow his nose. The tissue around his eyes immediately swells partially shut.
Referee Neil Rana drops down and tries talking to the champion. Jack shakes him off and starts crawling in. Rana picks the title off the floor, hands it to the time keeper, then slides in after.
SILVER STATE CHAMPIONSHIP
JACK MOREAU (c) vs KEVIN MEARS
The match begins with Mears struggling to stand up straight as laughter bellows out of his throat. He’s pointing and hee-hawing as Jack stands there looking like Rocky at the end of a movie. The champion still looks a little uneasy, calling into question whether he’s suffering from some sort of disorientation.
Jack lumbers forward. Both men lunged for a collar and elbow tie-up. There's a brief struggle back and forth until they stalemate and release. Both back up several steps and scowl at one another. Kevin then bursts out laughing again.
Jack lunges at him, going for some sort of grapple, but Kevin reacts in the simplest, most effective way. He punches Jack right in the nose. The King Bastard nearly falls over as lightning rockets around the inside of his brain. He doubles over and enough blood to fill a spaghetti sauce jar splatters on the apron.
Kevin turns and runs into the ropes, then bounces off and charges his opponent. He leaps, flipping forward, and yanks Jack backward and feet over head. HEAD GAMES (Running Front Flip DDT)!!! Jack is out! Here’s the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL) AND NEW SILVER STATE CHAMPION: KEVIN MEARS
Mears celebrates in the ring, hoisting the title while his protege Lola and Summer Page look on from the VIP section, applauding with a standing ovation. Neil Rana checks on Jack who appears completely knocked out. While the new champ celebrates, one last shot lands on Gorgo, who is standing while glaring at her half-brother’s unmoving body. She leans forward and spits on the floor before turning to leave ringside. The last thing we see is Kevin Mears holding the Silver State Championship aloft while the humiliated and battered Jack Moreau lays broken at his feet.
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© UPRISING 2022
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QUICKIE RESULTS:
QUEENS OF VIOLENCE vs RASPBERRY LEMONADE
HEROES FOR HIRE (c) vs THE HORSEWOMEN
QUEENS OF VIOLENCE vs RASPBERRY LEMONADE
HEROES FOR HIRE (c) vs THE HORSEWOMEN
LOLA DANE & MELODY SLAYTON vs GRACE MORGAN & KATIE KINGSLEY
HAYLEY FIEN vs KASEY KASH
ROSS HANSON vs KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
JACK NOMAD vs AMY SANTINO
SERENITY HOLMES vs CHRIS MOSH
MAX IRONSIDE vs JACKI O'LANTERN
GRAHAM CLAUSON vs GRIFFIN HAWKINS (NO CONTEST)
JACK MOREAU (c) vs KEVIN MEARS
HAYLEY FIEN vs KASEY KASH
ROSS HANSON vs KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
JACK NOMAD vs AMY SANTINO
SERENITY HOLMES vs CHRIS MOSH
MAX IRONSIDE vs JACKI O'LANTERN
GRAHAM CLAUSON vs GRIFFIN HAWKINS (NO CONTEST)
JACK MOREAU (c) vs KEVIN MEARS