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LIVE FROM THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM at the historic ELDORADO CASINO in RENO, NV DECEMBER 3, 2022 |
INT. ELDORADO CASINO -- GM'S OFFICE
The cameras open up inside the office of our esteemed CEO (and acting General Manager), where we see Marisol Vilaro. The fans boo at the sight of her; her face tells the story she is upset about something. She is dressed in a Vilarowear activewear combo of a pink sports bra with black trim, matching shorts, and matching Nikes to go along with the whole outfit. She has a Louis Vuitton handbag slung over her shoulder, however. As she eyes Jax, she begins to speak in an upset tone.
MARISOL VILARÓ
I don’t get how that was allowed to happen last Revolution. The referee called the match based on her ego and not the actual rules of the match. Just another example of a biased fool against progress, and it's bullshit. I mean, why do they keep doing this? Every single damn time, let's do something stupid to screw with Mari and the One Percent.
Marisol shows visible frustration as it comes out in her tone of voice.
MARISOL VILARÓ
You know the good work I have done and how I have helped those who have entrusted in me. But I am the supposed bad guy in this place always! It's like everyone is allergic to positive change here. They would rather follow the example of Hawkins, disparaging all we have done to make this a better place! It's disgusting.
JACKSON
Positive change, as you so aptly put it, takes time. You have to break a few eggs before an omelet… or however in the hell that saying’s supposed to go. I hear you, Marisol. I do. You have a real opportunity tonight to bring the One Percent back into the limelight with Mosh and Summer both in some pretty high-profile matches. Not even considering what you have lined up for Serenity. If you want me to do something about that official… I’ll have a chat with her. Make sure that she understands how to properly do her job going forward. Would that make you happy?
Marisol looks at him, nodding.
MARISOL VILARÓ
They all need a chat about it, because I am quite frankly sick of the lack of the respect shown to me, and my One Precent. Yes Gorgo likes to run her mouth, but she will fall to Summer Page tonight and Mosh will deal with that slanderous liar known as Samantha Tolson. As far as Hawkins vs Molly goes they can try and slander and diminish the reign of Summer all they want to, but after this they will have to deal. It doesn’t matter to me if it's that little oaf, or the washed up degenerate holding the belt. It's only a matter of time before we are back on top.
The CEO leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk that separates them.
JACKSON
Listen. I know I can be brutally honest with you, and it’s not going to turn into a whole game of gossip around the backstage – I’m sick of what Larry did to the place, running around and placating all the crybabies, handing out the championship shots like candy to anyone making noise. That's not how to conduct business because it sets a tone where toxicity is rewarded. When I opened this company, I had a vision and it was to do something different, to make a place that focused on good wrestling more than watching the same assholes do the same shit they've done everywhere else. I recruited people I thought fit that mold and in my absence, this place has become a mockery.
Sure, we managed to get over that two year hump, but at what cost? You saw what happened at UNLEASHED. Those releases were the first of my housekeeping. Tonight, we’re making a few more changes for the better. I’m going to start that by making the match with Mosh and Tolson a contender’s match. Whoever wins that has the next rightful claim to challenge for the World Championship. They can cash it in at any time, whether at our next Supershow or on any REVOLUTION beforehand.
Marsiol nods her head in agreement, placing her hands on her hips.
MARISOL VILARÓ
I like the sound of that. I am glad you’re taking back control of this place. Honestly, I am seeing the work and it's wonderful. But, yes Larry always had it out for me since I joined this place. Why? Because I was a voice against the bullshit that has been pulled? And honestly, we both know Mosh is deserving. He proved himself against Cliff Morgan.
Marisol smiles with an evil glint in her eye, knowing she made sure that happened.
MARISOL VILARÓ
As far as Serene goes I want this to be no way out for her. I mean the Unity Champions are going to beat her naturally, but you know how slimy and slippery she is. Thinking because her daddy is Andre Holmes she can do whatever she wants.
JACKSON
Holmes was a force to be reckoned with in his prime – hell of a wrestler. It’s just a shame the kid is trying to leech off the name recognition. I promise you… the shit ends tonight. Larry’s booking contract ends at midnight on December 31st; the little shit will finally be out of our hair for good. We finish cutting the chaff from the wheat here, and we’ll have a product they’ll all be clamoring to get into for 2023, with the One Percent in the forefront, as they should be. Focus on the pillars, those who have proven their worth time and time again.
Marisol nods her head in agreement with a slight smirk.
MARISOL VILARÓ
I am glad we agree on that, and pleasure doing business with you. Make sure you watch tonight because if you think the last two shows were something, well you haven’t seen anything yet. Promise you.
Marisol smirks proudly as she turns on her heel and heads out. She obviously has a plan for tonight, but what is it?
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INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING.
ROOKIE VERSUS VETERANLOLA DANE vs JESSIE SALCO
Lola is quick to offer Jessie a handshake to start the match, and Salco does just that but asks her if she’s expecting her to go light on her. Lola doesn’t get much of a chance to answer before they lock up together, and the stockier veteran quickly pushes Dane backwards into the ropes. When the referee asks for a break, Lola lets go and raises her hands before Salco headbutts her in the face. It stuns Dane before Jesse starts unloading with forearms to the side of her head. She wobbles Lola backwards a couple steps before firing her into the corner chest first. Dane crashes into it and turns around into a yakuza kick to the chest from Jesse. A trio of kicks land after that before Salco drops her with her “End of the Line” shotgun dropkick.
Lola makes it back to her feet, and finds Jesse using her high flying moves next with a quebrada off the ropes to take her down again. Salco runs the ropes looking for a senton, but Lola gets her knees up. The “thicc” star makes it back to her feet, and drives Jesse backwards into the corner with a running shoulder tackle. A few shoulder blocks land after that before she whips her so hard into the far side that Salco slumps to a seat against the corner after the collision. A clipping cannonball senton crushes her against the turnbuckles before Dane drags her out of the corner to make the cover.
ONE!!
TWOOO!!!
T-NO!
Salco gets her shoulder up in time as Lola quickly gets back to her feet. She pulls the veteran into position for what looks like a piledriver until Jesse counters with a back body drop. She stumbles forward, regaining her balance and heads for the corner. A top rope elbow drop lands perfectly onto Lola before she makes the cover.
ONE!!
TWOOOOOOO!!
THR-NOOO!
But Dane kicks out in time before the three lands on the mat. She quickly follows up with a double standing knee drop followed by a standing moonsault knee drop. Dane darts for the corner and heads up to the top rope, and dives off with the “Spook-Sault!” But Jesse rolls out of the way and quickly stacks her legs up for a cover!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOO!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): JESSIE SALCO
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INT. ELDORADO CASINO -- BACKSTAGE
The camera gets a close up of the Silver State Championship before it pulls back to see the title resting on Kevin Mears’ shoulder. The champion has melting purple heart-shaped sunglasses on as well as one of his own shirts. He runs his hand through his purple hair and smiles down to none other than Mia Rivera holding the microphone.
KEVIN MEARS
I told all of you a while back that I wasn’t going to be doing interviews with Nattles anymore, and the search for a personal interviewer began. And who won? It was the gorgeous star at the Velvet Rabbit and former ring announcer and jill of all trades…Mia Rivera! She’ll be holding the stick for me…so to speak…from now on. How exciting is that?
He asks her as he looks back to her, dressed in a form-fitting pale pink minidress. She’s paired this with some platform pink go go boots that bring her close to Kevin’s height.
MIA RIVERA
I’d say it’s pretty exciting! I mean, who wouldn’t want to be here, in the presence of the fastest rising star in UPRISING. Speaking of which, how did it feel to have already captured the Silver State Championship after only a handful of matches?
KEVIN MEARS
Good starter question, gorgeous. Winning this title was a fait accompli. It was bound to happen because everyone watching knew that there was no way I wouldn’t leave with the title. I made the former champion look like a first class clown.. I take that back. He made himself look like one, I just helped boost the signal for him. Now I know about Ivan Drago’s illegitimate love child who will tell you that she helped me. I didn’t ask for any help. I didn’t need any help. The fact is I’m already more talked about holding this title than he ever was. And she’s so uninteresting to the public that she had to co-opt her brother’s account so more people could read her thoughts and ignore her than she had on her own account.
MIA RIVERA
Be that as it may, even Gorgo can’t deny that you successfully defended against a second-generation superstar… none other than Serenity Holmes, the daughter of the legendary Andre Holmes just last Revolution. That must feel like a pretty good feather in the proverbial cap.
KEVIN MEARS
You know what? Serenity is alright with me. You know why? Because she’s the first person since I joined this promotion who has actually given me a challenge. I know she’s got her own issues with Marisol Vilaro, and that’s between them. As far as I’m concerned though, we get along and given some recent chats we’ve had…well stay tuned on that.
He says with a smile and looks back to Mia.
MIA RIVERA
I’m sure you’re here tonight to keep an eye on the #1 contender’s match? Being the consummate professional you are, after all, I mean. You’re obviously not just here to cheer on Summer Page as she takes on your dear friend Gorgo in tonight’s headline match.
KEVIN MEARS
Now everyone knows that I get along fine with Jacki O’Lantern, right? Hell, I’d say we are tight too. Her match with Amy for a shot at my title tonight? I’ll be watching closely, because friendship is great but it doesn’t pay money. I wish both women plenty of luck, but they’re basically throwing down to see who will be the next successful title defense of yours truly. Got nothing against either of them, happy to defeat either one when the time comes. Now I have a couple questions for you, Mia.
He wraps an arm around her shoulders.
KEVIN MEARS
Let’s start with the basics. Who’s the Silver State Champion? Who’s the only Ace in a deck full of jokers? Who’s the man that all the wives and girlfriends out there tune in to see?
MIA RIVERA
Quite obviously you, Kevin!
KEVIN MEARS
Absolutely right! How would you like to have a bigger role here than just holding the microphone and looking good for the champ?
Her eyes grow wide as a huge smile appears on her lips.
MIA RIVERA
You know I’d absolutely love that.
KEVIN MEARS
That’s what I was hoping to hear. Walk with me, talk with me.
The smile on her face grows as they walk away from the camera.
LIVE FROM THE BALL ARENA IN DENVER, COLORADO | 10:00 MDT
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KEVIN MEARS
I told all of you a while back that I wasn’t going to be doing interviews with Nattles anymore, and the search for a personal interviewer began. And who won? It was the gorgeous star at the Velvet Rabbit and former ring announcer and jill of all trades…Mia Rivera! She’ll be holding the stick for me…so to speak…from now on. How exciting is that?
He asks her as he looks back to her, dressed in a form-fitting pale pink minidress. She’s paired this with some platform pink go go boots that bring her close to Kevin’s height.
MIA RIVERA
I’d say it’s pretty exciting! I mean, who wouldn’t want to be here, in the presence of the fastest rising star in UPRISING. Speaking of which, how did it feel to have already captured the Silver State Championship after only a handful of matches?
KEVIN MEARS
Good starter question, gorgeous. Winning this title was a fait accompli. It was bound to happen because everyone watching knew that there was no way I wouldn’t leave with the title. I made the former champion look like a first class clown.. I take that back. He made himself look like one, I just helped boost the signal for him. Now I know about Ivan Drago’s illegitimate love child who will tell you that she helped me. I didn’t ask for any help. I didn’t need any help. The fact is I’m already more talked about holding this title than he ever was. And she’s so uninteresting to the public that she had to co-opt her brother’s account so more people could read her thoughts and ignore her than she had on her own account.
MIA RIVERA
Be that as it may, even Gorgo can’t deny that you successfully defended against a second-generation superstar… none other than Serenity Holmes, the daughter of the legendary Andre Holmes just last Revolution. That must feel like a pretty good feather in the proverbial cap.
KEVIN MEARS
You know what? Serenity is alright with me. You know why? Because she’s the first person since I joined this promotion who has actually given me a challenge. I know she’s got her own issues with Marisol Vilaro, and that’s between them. As far as I’m concerned though, we get along and given some recent chats we’ve had…well stay tuned on that.
He says with a smile and looks back to Mia.
MIA RIVERA
I’m sure you’re here tonight to keep an eye on the #1 contender’s match? Being the consummate professional you are, after all, I mean. You’re obviously not just here to cheer on Summer Page as she takes on your dear friend Gorgo in tonight’s headline match.
KEVIN MEARS
Now everyone knows that I get along fine with Jacki O’Lantern, right? Hell, I’d say we are tight too. Her match with Amy for a shot at my title tonight? I’ll be watching closely, because friendship is great but it doesn’t pay money. I wish both women plenty of luck, but they’re basically throwing down to see who will be the next successful title defense of yours truly. Got nothing against either of them, happy to defeat either one when the time comes. Now I have a couple questions for you, Mia.
He wraps an arm around her shoulders.
KEVIN MEARS
Let’s start with the basics. Who’s the Silver State Champion? Who’s the only Ace in a deck full of jokers? Who’s the man that all the wives and girlfriends out there tune in to see?
MIA RIVERA
Quite obviously you, Kevin!
KEVIN MEARS
Absolutely right! How would you like to have a bigger role here than just holding the microphone and looking good for the champ?
Her eyes grow wide as a huge smile appears on her lips.
MIA RIVERA
You know I’d absolutely love that.
KEVIN MEARS
That’s what I was hoping to hear. Walk with me, talk with me.
The smile on her face grows as they walk away from the camera.
MAGNIFICENCE II
14 DECEMBER 2022LIVE FROM THE BALL ARENA IN DENVER, COLORADO | 10:00 MDT
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INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING.
ACE SKY vs ROSS HANSON
They start with a lockup and while both are in the collar-and-elbow clinch, Sky uses each leg to alternate low round kicks to the outer legs of Hanson; he grasps him by the wrists and tosses him with a unique double wrist locked arm drag, sending him flying across the canvas. Ace follows up with a spinning round kick adroitly to the midsection, doubling him over enough to hook him by the arm again and takes him down with a kneeling fireman's carry takedown, amateur wrestling style! The crowd pops, clearly enjoying this match so far.
Ace grasps on the shoulder claw and armbar attempt but Hanson's able to rise and overpower Sky to the turnbuckle corner, punishing him with rapid repeated knee lifts to the gut followed up with a hip toss attempt – DENIED! Ace saves himself by landing on his feet with a front flip, unfortunately as he turns around to face Hanson, he gets swept off his feet with the single leg takedown and Ross Hanson begins to relentlessly clobber him with forearms to the face and head! Sky attempts to cover and protect his head as he writhes, rolling face down only for the bigger man to lock in a Regal Stretch submission with the crossface forearm barrage! Hanson rolls over the Texan cruiserweight veteran and covers him but he only hooks one leg.
ONE!
TW—NO!
Sky uses his free leg and shoulders to kick out!
Hanson instead of frustration, chuckles in a dastardly way, the bigger man able to manhandle Sky by his nape and back belt of his tights right into the turnbuckle corner again. The assault has Hanson choking Ace with one hand before he shushes the crowd, unleashing a trio of open hand chops to the chest! They don't leave a mark due to Sky's experience in Japan wrestling but Sky reacts naturally, gasping for air and clutching his chest frantically as he drops to a knee, retreating seated in the corner. Ross backs up to the opposing corner, charging like a wrecking ball with the cannonball senton only for Sky to escape, causing Hanson to end up crumbled up in the corner! Sky backs off to the opposing corner like Hanson did, playing to the crowd with his arms raised and fingers shaking, encouraging the fans to cheer more – they're happy to oblige. Sky darts forward and hits his trademark running single knee strike to corner seated opponent! The Lightyear Busaiku Bolt!
Sky yanks Hanson by the leg closer to the center of the ring, away from the ropes to pin him with a determined look etched on his face, replacing his usual devil-may-care demeanor. He doesn't even get a two before Hanson breaks out. Ace stays on him with the seated arm-trap cobra stretch submission! Ross Hanson rises, able to reverse with a back suplex attempt only for Ace to land on his feet behind with a backflip! He snatches the rear facelock and calls for his next move.
ACE SKY
Super Nova Slice!!!!!
Unfortunately, Hanson escapes, twisting out and reversed into his stalling vertical suplex – NO WAY! Ace drops two knees to the top of his skull to drop down; he follows up with a rana attempt, placing his hands on the shoulders to jump up in a single bound only for Hanson to reverse with his signature falling powerbomb! The crowd is going insane over the fast paced reversals as Hanson follows up with the double underhook suplex, some high-flying of his own with the second turnbuckle rope diving knee drop! He attempts a pin and Villaro assists, pulling his feet onto the ropes but the ref catches it and admonished him.
Ace has enough of his bearings back to rise and charge at Hanson, who's getting chastised by Neil Rana only to stopped by the LARIATO! Ace backflipped, landing flat on his face, sprawled out on the canvas on his neck like a crumbled accordion! Rather than capitalize, Ross heads to the outside to get into it with Marisol, telling Vilaro not to get involved. As they bicker, both are oblivious to Ace getting back to his feet and the crowd pop alerts them to turn just in time to both be taken out with a plancha by Sky, earning a huge pop from the fans! Ace rolls back into the ring and Hanson follows after checking on Villaro. He makes it in at the count of 6 and the moment he hits his feet, Ace nails him with a perfect jumping knee strike, dazing him! He follows with a rolling savate, the jumping spin kick adroitly to the Adam’s Apple flooring him flat on his back! Ace ascends the turnbuckle and hits the Galaxy Leap, the spectacular shooting star press to a huge ovation!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): ACE SKY
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INT. BACKSTAGE.
The scene opens backstage, where we see Amy Santino sitting on some packing crates, where she appears to be having a video call with her husband – Joey and her daughter Beckett. He wishes her good luck and as does Beckett. Beckett blows kiss her mom before Amy says night night her, before wrapping things up with Joey as she catches the camera man from the corner of her eye. Hanging up, she turns to the camera as she places her phone down and begins to talk.
AMY SANTINO
So… last match. Went really well. I won but while I did manage to get my shots in on Jack Nomad, I was also struggling as he was bigger, stronger, dangerous and I was close to getting knocked out by him. I suppose I also have Jessie to thank for that. But it shows that I am very rusty when it comes to facing my male colleagues, but more training will help, and more time here will also certainly help. However, I have heard through the grapevine that Jack is a little bitch and couldn’t handle losing to a whore. I heard the bitch quit and ran away with his tail between his legs.
Oh well…
Amy shrugs and smirks before continuing.
AMY SANTINO
So, onto more serious matters. The Silver State Championship. I have my first of hopefully many more opportunities in this company. Tonight I have the opportunity to set a precedent, show that getting title shots means I'm capable of winning them. However, in my way is Jacki O’Lantern. Like myself Jacki hasn’t been in Uprising for very long. I know she's been struggling to break through from what I have researched here. Lucky for her I have 10+ years of experience and videos that she can learn from. But watching and studying matches doesn’t really to compare to actual experience inside the ring and coming face to face.
So, Jacki… let me introduce myself to you. My name is Amy Santino. I am a hall of famer and multi time champion and frankly your worst nightmare. I get that you are all nice and friendly and all that bullshit… but they say nice guys finish last. And while you want to play nice - I will not. I hope you will not play nice either because there is hell of a lot on the line in this match and I am not going to wait for my next opportunity. I am taking this opportunity and walking away with it and then converting it into a title.
You are unfortunately in my way…
So tonight… the plan is that we are going to step inside the ring, put on a show but as I said I am here to win… move on and take titles. You will nothing but a quickly fading memory, accomplishing nothing more than being the so-called bestie of the current Silver State Champion Kevin Mears. Jacki, I wish you all the best and I’ll see you out there.
Amy turns her back to the camera and moves to the nearest television to see what the progress of the show is before continuing to warm up and prepare for the match.
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AMY SANTINO
So… last match. Went really well. I won but while I did manage to get my shots in on Jack Nomad, I was also struggling as he was bigger, stronger, dangerous and I was close to getting knocked out by him. I suppose I also have Jessie to thank for that. But it shows that I am very rusty when it comes to facing my male colleagues, but more training will help, and more time here will also certainly help. However, I have heard through the grapevine that Jack is a little bitch and couldn’t handle losing to a whore. I heard the bitch quit and ran away with his tail between his legs.
Oh well…
Amy shrugs and smirks before continuing.
AMY SANTINO
So, onto more serious matters. The Silver State Championship. I have my first of hopefully many more opportunities in this company. Tonight I have the opportunity to set a precedent, show that getting title shots means I'm capable of winning them. However, in my way is Jacki O’Lantern. Like myself Jacki hasn’t been in Uprising for very long. I know she's been struggling to break through from what I have researched here. Lucky for her I have 10+ years of experience and videos that she can learn from. But watching and studying matches doesn’t really to compare to actual experience inside the ring and coming face to face.
So, Jacki… let me introduce myself to you. My name is Amy Santino. I am a hall of famer and multi time champion and frankly your worst nightmare. I get that you are all nice and friendly and all that bullshit… but they say nice guys finish last. And while you want to play nice - I will not. I hope you will not play nice either because there is hell of a lot on the line in this match and I am not going to wait for my next opportunity. I am taking this opportunity and walking away with it and then converting it into a title.
You are unfortunately in my way…
So tonight… the plan is that we are going to step inside the ring, put on a show but as I said I am here to win… move on and take titles. You will nothing but a quickly fading memory, accomplishing nothing more than being the so-called bestie of the current Silver State Champion Kevin Mears. Jacki, I wish you all the best and I’ll see you out there.
Amy turns her back to the camera and moves to the nearest television to see what the progress of the show is before continuing to warm up and prepare for the match.
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PRE-RECORDED SEGMENT
Andrea Hernandez is standing backstage and she’s in a better mood than perhaps at any point that she’s been in her Uprising run so far. She’s definitely gotten a new perspective and a new lease on her career as far as everything is concerned and she’s obviously focused on the match that is coming up. She gathers her thoughts for a bit before she begins to speak.
ANDREA HERNANDEZ
I never thought I would be able to say that an experience involving Crystal would actually be positive but hey, we managed to win the second tag match that we had together. It was certainly a good feeling especially since I am starting to get over so much that had been dragging me down mentally. Now, as far as what is coming up tonight, some may just see this as just another battle royal, but not me. There’s charity involved here. I understand that I made the wrong first impression when I got here and me standing up for a cause might seem off base to some of you, but hey, I’ve got my own morals and values too and something that I have learned recently as I dealt with some of the nonsense I’ve dealt with over the last two years or so is that mental health is important.
Using my own career as an example here, where I’ve been before… I dealt with someone. I’m not going to drop their name. A handful of you might guess who I am talking about and if you do, then so be it. They’re long gone from this sport. But dealing with them was one of the worst experiences of my career. It wasn’t what was going on in the ring, though what was happening had an effect on that. But this person sucked my passion for this business dry and it took me a long, LONG time to get it back. People don’t understand that words CAN hurt. It seems silly because verbally trying to bring people down in this business is basically a stape of professional wrestling. But trust me, it’s not. Some people handle words differently than others… and as much as I don’t like to admit that I’m more of the sensitive type… two years ago, this person drove me through the wall… not literally thankfully… and everything I dealt with… when it came to this person…
After all of it?
I made the biggest mistake of my career.
I allowed this person to change me… for the worse.
I allowed their words toward me to matter WAY more than they should’ve ever mattered… and they should’ve NEVER mattered.
I went from who I really am to… something that I look back on and I’m not proud of.
Andrea takes a pause as she reflects on what is clearly a hard part of her wrestling journey.
ANDREA HERNANDEZ
I was mentally beat the hell up for two years. I couldn’t think straight. I flushed the values I was brought up with down the toilet. I even developed a drinking problem that I’ve since thankfully overcome. I stopped having a heartbeat for this business because for two years, I felt like nothing I did ever really mattered. I stopped caring. I was going through the motions. I was, legit, in mental health hell…
Yet, the phoenix has risen again.
I’m in better spirits. I’m not that void that I was in when I first got here. The fact of the matter is, this company doesn’t really KNOW who the real Andrea Hernandez is. It’s not that heartless, walking void of a person that was a bitch just to play the role of being a bitch. This right here is your introduction to her. After going through that struggle, I know how important mental health is and that’s why I am representing a charity called Mental Health America, a hell of a charity that promotes mental wellness as being a part of overall wellness. I personally think that in our business, mental health is something that gets overlooked.
All it takes is coming across ONE bully backstage that wants to torment you just to get their rocks off… or losing that ONE match that you put ALL of your heart and soul into… or the company that you wrestle for suddenly losing faith in you and leaving you void of opportunities… for your mental wellness to go astray. It’s no wonder that many of us in our business have gone down self-destructive paths. Well, I say it’s time to bring more awareness to the issue and by winning the battle royal, that’s precisely what I plan on doing tonight.
Andrea flashes a small smile, showing some confidence and how much the cause she’s fighting for means to her. After that, she heads out of the scene and the scene fades to black.
AMY SANTINO vs JACKI O'LANTERN
Amy and Jacki come out of their respective corners and meet in the center of the ring. Both wrestlers shake hands as a show of mutual respect before circling each other. They lock up in the center of the ring with Amy gaining the advantage over her younger opponent with a side headlock. Jacki fires a couple of forearms to the side then shoots Amy off into the ropes. Amy bounces off the ropes then grabs for a handspring elbow but Jacki catches her. Jacki immediately goes to lock in The Darkest Hour (Chicken Wing Facelock) on Amy. Using her years of experience Amy quickly fights out of it and snapmares Jacki down to the canvas. Jacki is back up to her feet quickly but Amy throws a superkick. Jacki sees it coming and catches her boot. Jacki goes for a discus forearm but Amy ducks under it. As Jacki turns around, Amy hits her with an exploder suplex down to the canvas. Amy quickly makes the cover.
ONE!
KICKOUT BY JACKI
Amy then grabs Jacki but Jacki fights back then buries a knee to midsection. Jacki whips Amy into the ropes but Amy reverses and connects with the superkick. Jacki gets back up to her feet but Amy connects with a flying thrust kick. Amy gathers Jacki then hits her with a belly to backbreaker. Amy hooks the leg this time and makes the cover.
ONE!
TW-- KICKOUT BY JACKI
Amy keeps Jacki on the canvas using a body scissors hold, trying to wear the younger wrestler down. Jacki begins to rally back by breaking the grip of Amy’s legs. Jacki fires off a couple of forearm shots then gets to her feet. Jacki runs the ropes as Amy regains a vertical base. Jacki leaps into the air and hits Amy with a modified headscissors takedown. Amy fights her way back up but Jacki looks in an octopus stretch. She cranks on the hold as the referee asks Amy if she wants to submit. Amy refuses and endures the pain. Jacki releases the hold then measures the Punk Whore up as she fights to her feet. Jacki connects with a spinning back fist that flattens her opponent. Jacki gets the crowd behind her as she points to the top rope. Jacki climbs the turnbuckle then finds her balance. She leaps off and hits the Punk Princess with a diving headbutt from the top rope. Jacki hooks the leg and makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT BY AMY!
Jacki gets to her feet and grabs Amy but Amy fights back with targeted Muay Thai strikes. Jacki staggers before Amy towards her over the top rope. However, Jacki lands on her feet on the ring apron. Amy turns around but gets caught in Code Orange (Hanging Figure Four Neck Lock) in the ropes. The referee comes over and starts a five count. Jacki releases by the count of four and Amy hits the canvas. Jacki slides back into the ring then plants a boot to the midsection and hits a DDT. Both ladies back to their feet but Jacki connects with Sugar Rush (Buzz kick) to the face that floors Amy. Jacki hooks the leg and makes the cover on Amy.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-- SHOULDER UP BY AMY!
Jacki gets back up then gathers Amy and sets up for Bon Voyage (Killswitch) but Amy pushes Jacki off into the ropes. Jacki rebounds off but Amy connects with Kradot Chok (Superman Punch) that floors her. Amy races for the ropes as Jacki regains a vertical base. Amy leaps off of the middle rope and hits Jacki with an Asai DDT. Amy is back to her feet and stalks around Jacki as she staggers back up. Amy hits Jacki with a leaping reverse STO down to the canvas. Amy hooks the leg and makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-- SHOULDER UP BY JACKI!!!
Amy is quick back up to her feet then begins to set Jacki with the Punk Lock (Crossface Indian Deathlock) but Jacki quickly scurries to the bottom rope to force a break. Amy yanks Jacki from the ropes but Jacki hits her with a rising knee strike. With Amy stunned Jacki sets up for Black Cat Crossing (Taco Driver) but Amy counters with elbow strikes to the side of the head. Jacki breaks her grip and staggers. As she turns around Amy leaps up and goes for Bad Girl (Double Knee Facebreaker) but Jacki shoves her away. Amy charges forward with a clothesline but Jacki dodges and gets Amy into a back slide as the referee slides in.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NOOOOOOOOOO!!! KICKOUT BY AMY!!!
Both women back up to their feet quickly. Jacki charges but Amy catches her with a small package as the referee slides in again.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Jacki manages to roll Amy onto her shoulders and keeps her grip on the small package as the referee counts again.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!
Amy kicks out but it’s a split second too late. The referee raises Jacki’s arm in victory after a hard fought but extremely close match. Amy is disappointed she got caught by Jacki who has far less experience than her but a win is a win. Amy gets to her feet and offers her hand but Jacki excitedly hugs Amy. The crowd cheers as Jacki celebrates being the contender for the Silver State Championship.
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): JACKI O'LANTERN
ANDREA HERNANDEZ
I never thought I would be able to say that an experience involving Crystal would actually be positive but hey, we managed to win the second tag match that we had together. It was certainly a good feeling especially since I am starting to get over so much that had been dragging me down mentally. Now, as far as what is coming up tonight, some may just see this as just another battle royal, but not me. There’s charity involved here. I understand that I made the wrong first impression when I got here and me standing up for a cause might seem off base to some of you, but hey, I’ve got my own morals and values too and something that I have learned recently as I dealt with some of the nonsense I’ve dealt with over the last two years or so is that mental health is important.
Using my own career as an example here, where I’ve been before… I dealt with someone. I’m not going to drop their name. A handful of you might guess who I am talking about and if you do, then so be it. They’re long gone from this sport. But dealing with them was one of the worst experiences of my career. It wasn’t what was going on in the ring, though what was happening had an effect on that. But this person sucked my passion for this business dry and it took me a long, LONG time to get it back. People don’t understand that words CAN hurt. It seems silly because verbally trying to bring people down in this business is basically a stape of professional wrestling. But trust me, it’s not. Some people handle words differently than others… and as much as I don’t like to admit that I’m more of the sensitive type… two years ago, this person drove me through the wall… not literally thankfully… and everything I dealt with… when it came to this person…
After all of it?
I made the biggest mistake of my career.
I allowed this person to change me… for the worse.
I allowed their words toward me to matter WAY more than they should’ve ever mattered… and they should’ve NEVER mattered.
I went from who I really am to… something that I look back on and I’m not proud of.
Andrea takes a pause as she reflects on what is clearly a hard part of her wrestling journey.
ANDREA HERNANDEZ
I was mentally beat the hell up for two years. I couldn’t think straight. I flushed the values I was brought up with down the toilet. I even developed a drinking problem that I’ve since thankfully overcome. I stopped having a heartbeat for this business because for two years, I felt like nothing I did ever really mattered. I stopped caring. I was going through the motions. I was, legit, in mental health hell…
Yet, the phoenix has risen again.
I’m in better spirits. I’m not that void that I was in when I first got here. The fact of the matter is, this company doesn’t really KNOW who the real Andrea Hernandez is. It’s not that heartless, walking void of a person that was a bitch just to play the role of being a bitch. This right here is your introduction to her. After going through that struggle, I know how important mental health is and that’s why I am representing a charity called Mental Health America, a hell of a charity that promotes mental wellness as being a part of overall wellness. I personally think that in our business, mental health is something that gets overlooked.
All it takes is coming across ONE bully backstage that wants to torment you just to get their rocks off… or losing that ONE match that you put ALL of your heart and soul into… or the company that you wrestle for suddenly losing faith in you and leaving you void of opportunities… for your mental wellness to go astray. It’s no wonder that many of us in our business have gone down self-destructive paths. Well, I say it’s time to bring more awareness to the issue and by winning the battle royal, that’s precisely what I plan on doing tonight.
Andrea flashes a small smile, showing some confidence and how much the cause she’s fighting for means to her. After that, she heads out of the scene and the scene fades to black.
CUT TO:
INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING.
SILVER STATE CONTENDERAMY SANTINO vs JACKI O'LANTERN
Amy and Jacki come out of their respective corners and meet in the center of the ring. Both wrestlers shake hands as a show of mutual respect before circling each other. They lock up in the center of the ring with Amy gaining the advantage over her younger opponent with a side headlock. Jacki fires a couple of forearms to the side then shoots Amy off into the ropes. Amy bounces off the ropes then grabs for a handspring elbow but Jacki catches her. Jacki immediately goes to lock in The Darkest Hour (Chicken Wing Facelock) on Amy. Using her years of experience Amy quickly fights out of it and snapmares Jacki down to the canvas. Jacki is back up to her feet quickly but Amy throws a superkick. Jacki sees it coming and catches her boot. Jacki goes for a discus forearm but Amy ducks under it. As Jacki turns around, Amy hits her with an exploder suplex down to the canvas. Amy quickly makes the cover.
ONE!
KICKOUT BY JACKI
Amy then grabs Jacki but Jacki fights back then buries a knee to midsection. Jacki whips Amy into the ropes but Amy reverses and connects with the superkick. Jacki gets back up to her feet but Amy connects with a flying thrust kick. Amy gathers Jacki then hits her with a belly to backbreaker. Amy hooks the leg this time and makes the cover.
ONE!
TW-- KICKOUT BY JACKI
Amy keeps Jacki on the canvas using a body scissors hold, trying to wear the younger wrestler down. Jacki begins to rally back by breaking the grip of Amy’s legs. Jacki fires off a couple of forearm shots then gets to her feet. Jacki runs the ropes as Amy regains a vertical base. Jacki leaps into the air and hits Amy with a modified headscissors takedown. Amy fights her way back up but Jacki looks in an octopus stretch. She cranks on the hold as the referee asks Amy if she wants to submit. Amy refuses and endures the pain. Jacki releases the hold then measures the Punk Whore up as she fights to her feet. Jacki connects with a spinning back fist that flattens her opponent. Jacki gets the crowd behind her as she points to the top rope. Jacki climbs the turnbuckle then finds her balance. She leaps off and hits the Punk Princess with a diving headbutt from the top rope. Jacki hooks the leg and makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT BY AMY!
Jacki gets to her feet and grabs Amy but Amy fights back with targeted Muay Thai strikes. Jacki staggers before Amy towards her over the top rope. However, Jacki lands on her feet on the ring apron. Amy turns around but gets caught in Code Orange (Hanging Figure Four Neck Lock) in the ropes. The referee comes over and starts a five count. Jacki releases by the count of four and Amy hits the canvas. Jacki slides back into the ring then plants a boot to the midsection and hits a DDT. Both ladies back to their feet but Jacki connects with Sugar Rush (Buzz kick) to the face that floors Amy. Jacki hooks the leg and makes the cover on Amy.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-- SHOULDER UP BY AMY!
Jacki gets back up then gathers Amy and sets up for Bon Voyage (Killswitch) but Amy pushes Jacki off into the ropes. Jacki rebounds off but Amy connects with Kradot Chok (Superman Punch) that floors her. Amy races for the ropes as Jacki regains a vertical base. Amy leaps off of the middle rope and hits Jacki with an Asai DDT. Amy is back to her feet and stalks around Jacki as she staggers back up. Amy hits Jacki with a leaping reverse STO down to the canvas. Amy hooks the leg and makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-- SHOULDER UP BY JACKI!!!
Amy is quick back up to her feet then begins to set Jacki with the Punk Lock (Crossface Indian Deathlock) but Jacki quickly scurries to the bottom rope to force a break. Amy yanks Jacki from the ropes but Jacki hits her with a rising knee strike. With Amy stunned Jacki sets up for Black Cat Crossing (Taco Driver) but Amy counters with elbow strikes to the side of the head. Jacki breaks her grip and staggers. As she turns around Amy leaps up and goes for Bad Girl (Double Knee Facebreaker) but Jacki shoves her away. Amy charges forward with a clothesline but Jacki dodges and gets Amy into a back slide as the referee slides in.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NOOOOOOOOOO!!! KICKOUT BY AMY!!!
Both women back up to their feet quickly. Jacki charges but Amy catches her with a small package as the referee slides in again.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Jacki manages to roll Amy onto her shoulders and keeps her grip on the small package as the referee counts again.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!
Amy kicks out but it’s a split second too late. The referee raises Jacki’s arm in victory after a hard fought but extremely close match. Amy is disappointed she got caught by Jacki who has far less experience than her but a win is a win. Amy gets to her feet and offers her hand but Jacki excitedly hugs Amy. The crowd cheers as Jacki celebrates being the contender for the Silver State Championship.
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): JACKI O'LANTERN
CUT TO:
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED SEGMENT
The petite blonde Canadian known to some as the most AMBITCHOUS wrestler in the business steps into view. She's down the street from the Eldorado Casino, the infamous Reno Arch stretching across Virginia Street in the background. Of course, it's none other than Nessa Wall, wearing her pink ALWAYS AMBITCHOUS tee with a black cardigan and a pair of distressed skinny jeans. She looks somber as she begins to speak.
NESSA WALL
I like to think I was one of the few who knew the real Jack Moreau, the man who existed when cameras weren't rolling and punches weren't raining down. He was a private man. I know that's not all that unique, when our business is so fixated on invading and picking apart every facet of our lives. He was a kind man, someone who cared deeply about the community. He donated a lot of that money he inherited from that sick bastard who donated DNA to his existence.
There's vehemence in her words as she speaks about his departed father. Clearly she was no fan of the man who called himself Spiral.
NESSA WALL
He volunteered at homeless shelters. Invested in a housing project that would see thousands assisted -- yet the internet trolls would have you believe he was nothing more than some brainless hooligan who reinvented himself professionally every time someone critiqued. You have to understand where he came from, that UPRISING was the first large and publicly televised company he worked for and it took him a while to find his stride. Along the way, he collected a few lost souls, again doing his best to aid in their rehabilitaion. And look how that has gone. ENIGMA has held championships. He's wrestled all over the world. Siobahn McLeod -- Mitchell now -- found peace. She's married now, settled down with a child. Jack didn't ask for their gratitude. He doesn't revel in their accolades or chase thank you cards. He did those things because he was a good man.
The petite blonde pauses, wiping away a tear.
NESSA WALL
I hate talking about him in past tense, but the reality is that we might never see him on television again. The type of injuries he sustained are not the type you can walk away from. Getting run down by a bus isn't like being tossed off a balcony. You can't walk that off.
She sighs.
NESSA WALL
Andrea Hernandez spoke about mental health and I applaud her choice of charity. Azurine Vebbins plans to donate her winnings to five charities for #RoofOverYourHeadDay -- I can't think of anything more fitting to honor my beloved Jack. I already mentioned that my donations will be to the Alzheimer's Society. Tonight, I hope that we can come together and honour the life of a misunderstood hero. This is for you, Jack.
Tears are in her eyes as she smiles sadly.
NESSA WALL
I know you probably won't be able to watch this or hear my words, but I still need you to know that some of us care what happened to you. Some of us miss you and hope you recover. This is for you, dear heart. Godspeed, my friend. I love you.
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NESSA WALL
I like to think I was one of the few who knew the real Jack Moreau, the man who existed when cameras weren't rolling and punches weren't raining down. He was a private man. I know that's not all that unique, when our business is so fixated on invading and picking apart every facet of our lives. He was a kind man, someone who cared deeply about the community. He donated a lot of that money he inherited from that sick bastard who donated DNA to his existence.
There's vehemence in her words as she speaks about his departed father. Clearly she was no fan of the man who called himself Spiral.
NESSA WALL
He volunteered at homeless shelters. Invested in a housing project that would see thousands assisted -- yet the internet trolls would have you believe he was nothing more than some brainless hooligan who reinvented himself professionally every time someone critiqued. You have to understand where he came from, that UPRISING was the first large and publicly televised company he worked for and it took him a while to find his stride. Along the way, he collected a few lost souls, again doing his best to aid in their rehabilitaion. And look how that has gone. ENIGMA has held championships. He's wrestled all over the world. Siobahn McLeod -- Mitchell now -- found peace. She's married now, settled down with a child. Jack didn't ask for their gratitude. He doesn't revel in their accolades or chase thank you cards. He did those things because he was a good man.
The petite blonde pauses, wiping away a tear.
NESSA WALL
I hate talking about him in past tense, but the reality is that we might never see him on television again. The type of injuries he sustained are not the type you can walk away from. Getting run down by a bus isn't like being tossed off a balcony. You can't walk that off.
She sighs.
NESSA WALL
Andrea Hernandez spoke about mental health and I applaud her choice of charity. Azurine Vebbins plans to donate her winnings to five charities for #RoofOverYourHeadDay -- I can't think of anything more fitting to honor my beloved Jack. I already mentioned that my donations will be to the Alzheimer's Society. Tonight, I hope that we can come together and honour the life of a misunderstood hero. This is for you, Jack.
Tears are in her eyes as she smiles sadly.
NESSA WALL
I know you probably won't be able to watch this or hear my words, but I still need you to know that some of us care what happened to you. Some of us miss you and hope you recover. This is for you, dear heart. Godspeed, my friend. I love you.
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CUT TO:
INT. BACKSTAGE.
The camera sees the newest t-shirt available featuring the Silver State Champion. When the camera pulls back, we see it being held up by the champion himself as he stands across from one of the Horsewomen, namely Talia Skye.
KEVIN MEARS
I promised you on Twitter I’d bring you one of these, and the champ is a man of his word. Feel free to fix it up before the match tonight when you take on Alexis Lemon.
Talia very clearly eyes the champ up and down feeling no shame before resting her gaze on the shirt. She smirks with a hint of a blush as she takes the shirt from Mears.
TALIA SKYE
What a gentleman. You know finding a man who … delivers what he promises is hard. I’ll make sure I wear this proudly when I run right through that sour ass Lemon.
KEVIN MEARS
I faced her in my second match after signing with Uprising. You probably don’t need any advice, you’ve been doing this longer than I have. But I can tell you she gets caught up in crowd noise, tries to excite them. That’s usually when she wastes time and…well you can give her another reason to be all up in her feelings after the match on Twitter.
TALIA SKYE
Game recognizes game Kev. I’ll take advice from someone as talented as you any day. Sure I’ve walked this road for a long damn time.. but that doesn’t mean I can’t pick up a few tricks from a fresh set of eyes. Rookies like Lemon.. They spend their time pandering. They’re stuck on their few seconds of relevancy. They don’t focus on the bigger picture. That’s what makes us different. We aren’t here for seconds… for pennies.. We count millions for years.
KEVIN MEARS
Like I said, you didn’t need the advice. The girl has ADD, I think. I looked at her timeline once, and it’s like that dog from Up. You know the one? His head snaps anytime he hears Squirrel.
TALIA SKYE
Ughh… so sad. Pitiful. The only people that that girl she be worried about watching her… are the ones deciding how much her contract is worth. Those fans don’t pay her bills. They aren’t buying her merch? Why would they? It’s not like it’s worth a damn.. Unlike my new prized possession here. Think after I win the match you’ll sign it on the chest for me?
KEVIN MEARS
I’ll fix this up for you while you’re handling business.
He throws the shirt over his shoulder, while the Silver State title rests over the other.
KEVIN MEARS
I'd wish you luck, but luck is for losers.
Talia turns to walk away, but pauses to look back over her shoulder with a wicked grin.
TALIA SKYE
Well…. Then I guess we’d better wish Alexis a lot of luck.
WINNER GETS 100K DONATED TO CHARITY OF THEIR CHOICE
NESSA WALL vs ARIA vs MELODY SLAYTON vs ANDREA HERNANDEZ vs AZURINE VEBBINS
Azurine Vebbins and ARIA square off immediately, exchanging a dizzying series of counters, chain wrestling and strikes. Nessa Wall and Andrea Hernandez exchange a glance, and then both head towards Melody Slayton. As Wall reaches her side, Slayton lashes out with a kick to the knee, sending Nessa hopping back out of range. Andrea nails a gorgeous busaiku knee that drives Slayton back against the ropes and Nessa comes in with the AMBITCHOUS (flying dropkick) off the second rope to send Slayton tumbling over to the floor!
MELODY SLAYTON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Andrea and Nessa turn towards each other. Hernandez dodges a telegraphed strike, slipping around and behind to take Wall down with a speedy bulldog. On the other side of the ring, Vebbins nails the PEARLY GATEKEEPER on ARIA, leaving her demolished. Hoisting her back up, Azzy seems to hesitate for a moment before dumping the good detective over to the top rope – NO! She skins the cat, lands on the apron and nails a shoulder to the face of Vebbins! ARIA is still in this!
Nessa's still on the canvas, looking like she's hurt so Andrea leans in, offering her a hand up – DIRTY EYE RAKE! Andrea stumbles back and Nessa lashes out with her foot, doubling Andrea over with a kick to the midsection. Wall scoops Andrea up, pasting her back to the mat with a stalling suplex. Andrea rolls out under the bottom rope and Nessa turns around, right into a Sweetheart Sock Hop courtesy of Azurine Vebbins! Azzy turns around, seeing that everyone's still down and she holds out her arms to embrace the cheering crowd only to be yanked off her feet by Wall and pulled into a variation of her Lock Ness Monster choke. Vebbins breaks out, stumbles away from Nessa and gets levelled with a springboard dropkick from Andrea! ARIA is still on the apron, struggling up with the help of the ropes and Andrea comes charging into the corner to send her crashing to the floor with a lariat!
ARIA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
And then there were three.
Andrea spins around, alerted by the crowd noise and she just misses a jumping side kick from Nessa! Stunned, Nessa's ripe for a Russian legsweep that sends her crashing down and Andrea turns to connect with Vebbins as the crowd erupts. They collide and Azzy sends Andrea at the ropes and charges in, spearing her through the ropes to the outside – it doesn't count as an elimination because she hasn't gone over that top rope! Vebbins rolls to her feet, and dives back into the ring, colliding hard with a rising Nessa Wall and driving her back into the corner. Vebbins goes for the right hand but Nessa blocks it and nails a dirty eye poke before a headlock takedown has them both on the canvas! Big boot from Andrea and it catches then both, breaking up the punishment! Nessa staggers up and charges at Andrea, looking for a lariat. Andrea dodges at the last second, pulling down the top rope and Nessa sails right over, eliminating herself!
NESSA WALL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Vebbins takes Andrea down with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors but it doesn't bear any fruit as Andrea breaks out immediately, elbowing free and catching Vebbins right in the face. She pauses for a moment, looking upset as she clearly didn't mean to do it. After a moment, Andrea reaches down, scooping up the dazed Vebbins who immeditaly fights back. They grapple and it's like an elaborate dance before Andrea gets the best of it, a diving crossbody driving Vebbins into the corner. She takes a few steps out, trying to get out of the danger zone but Andrea nails a handspring back elbow. The fans are cheering wildly, enjoying this charity rumble for the sheer technical showcase it's been. Vebbins looks dazed, but she tries to fight off another grapple only for Andrea to send her across the ring. Vebbins hooks and turns, just in time for a springboard knee lift to catch her square in the chest and it sends her up and over the top rope. She tries to hook, her fingers slipping off the rope and she crashes to the floor!
AZURINE VEBBINS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
WINNER (VIA LAST ELIMINATION): ANDREA HERNANDEZ
Andrea looks elated as she has her hand raised for a moment, clearly happy to have raised money for a charity near and dear to her heart. After a moment, she rolls out of the ring and embraces Azurine Vebbins on the floor, thanking her for being such a fantastic opponent and we cut away from there to another affiliate ad break!
KEVIN MEARS
I promised you on Twitter I’d bring you one of these, and the champ is a man of his word. Feel free to fix it up before the match tonight when you take on Alexis Lemon.
Talia very clearly eyes the champ up and down feeling no shame before resting her gaze on the shirt. She smirks with a hint of a blush as she takes the shirt from Mears.
TALIA SKYE
What a gentleman. You know finding a man who … delivers what he promises is hard. I’ll make sure I wear this proudly when I run right through that sour ass Lemon.
KEVIN MEARS
I faced her in my second match after signing with Uprising. You probably don’t need any advice, you’ve been doing this longer than I have. But I can tell you she gets caught up in crowd noise, tries to excite them. That’s usually when she wastes time and…well you can give her another reason to be all up in her feelings after the match on Twitter.
TALIA SKYE
Game recognizes game Kev. I’ll take advice from someone as talented as you any day. Sure I’ve walked this road for a long damn time.. but that doesn’t mean I can’t pick up a few tricks from a fresh set of eyes. Rookies like Lemon.. They spend their time pandering. They’re stuck on their few seconds of relevancy. They don’t focus on the bigger picture. That’s what makes us different. We aren’t here for seconds… for pennies.. We count millions for years.
KEVIN MEARS
Like I said, you didn’t need the advice. The girl has ADD, I think. I looked at her timeline once, and it’s like that dog from Up. You know the one? His head snaps anytime he hears Squirrel.
TALIA SKYE
Ughh… so sad. Pitiful. The only people that that girl she be worried about watching her… are the ones deciding how much her contract is worth. Those fans don’t pay her bills. They aren’t buying her merch? Why would they? It’s not like it’s worth a damn.. Unlike my new prized possession here. Think after I win the match you’ll sign it on the chest for me?
KEVIN MEARS
I’ll fix this up for you while you’re handling business.
He throws the shirt over his shoulder, while the Silver State title rests over the other.
KEVIN MEARS
I'd wish you luck, but luck is for losers.
Talia turns to walk away, but pauses to look back over her shoulder with a wicked grin.
TALIA SKYE
Well…. Then I guess we’d better wish Alexis a lot of luck.
CUT TO:
INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING.
JACK MOREAU MEMORIAL CHARITY RUMBLEWINNER GETS 100K DONATED TO CHARITY OF THEIR CHOICE
NESSA WALL vs ARIA vs MELODY SLAYTON vs ANDREA HERNANDEZ vs AZURINE VEBBINS
Azurine Vebbins and ARIA square off immediately, exchanging a dizzying series of counters, chain wrestling and strikes. Nessa Wall and Andrea Hernandez exchange a glance, and then both head towards Melody Slayton. As Wall reaches her side, Slayton lashes out with a kick to the knee, sending Nessa hopping back out of range. Andrea nails a gorgeous busaiku knee that drives Slayton back against the ropes and Nessa comes in with the AMBITCHOUS (flying dropkick) off the second rope to send Slayton tumbling over to the floor!
MELODY SLAYTON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Andrea and Nessa turn towards each other. Hernandez dodges a telegraphed strike, slipping around and behind to take Wall down with a speedy bulldog. On the other side of the ring, Vebbins nails the PEARLY GATEKEEPER on ARIA, leaving her demolished. Hoisting her back up, Azzy seems to hesitate for a moment before dumping the good detective over to the top rope – NO! She skins the cat, lands on the apron and nails a shoulder to the face of Vebbins! ARIA is still in this!
Nessa's still on the canvas, looking like she's hurt so Andrea leans in, offering her a hand up – DIRTY EYE RAKE! Andrea stumbles back and Nessa lashes out with her foot, doubling Andrea over with a kick to the midsection. Wall scoops Andrea up, pasting her back to the mat with a stalling suplex. Andrea rolls out under the bottom rope and Nessa turns around, right into a Sweetheart Sock Hop courtesy of Azurine Vebbins! Azzy turns around, seeing that everyone's still down and she holds out her arms to embrace the cheering crowd only to be yanked off her feet by Wall and pulled into a variation of her Lock Ness Monster choke. Vebbins breaks out, stumbles away from Nessa and gets levelled with a springboard dropkick from Andrea! ARIA is still on the apron, struggling up with the help of the ropes and Andrea comes charging into the corner to send her crashing to the floor with a lariat!
ARIA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
And then there were three.
Andrea spins around, alerted by the crowd noise and she just misses a jumping side kick from Nessa! Stunned, Nessa's ripe for a Russian legsweep that sends her crashing down and Andrea turns to connect with Vebbins as the crowd erupts. They collide and Azzy sends Andrea at the ropes and charges in, spearing her through the ropes to the outside – it doesn't count as an elimination because she hasn't gone over that top rope! Vebbins rolls to her feet, and dives back into the ring, colliding hard with a rising Nessa Wall and driving her back into the corner. Vebbins goes for the right hand but Nessa blocks it and nails a dirty eye poke before a headlock takedown has them both on the canvas! Big boot from Andrea and it catches then both, breaking up the punishment! Nessa staggers up and charges at Andrea, looking for a lariat. Andrea dodges at the last second, pulling down the top rope and Nessa sails right over, eliminating herself!
NESSA WALL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Vebbins takes Andrea down with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors but it doesn't bear any fruit as Andrea breaks out immediately, elbowing free and catching Vebbins right in the face. She pauses for a moment, looking upset as she clearly didn't mean to do it. After a moment, Andrea reaches down, scooping up the dazed Vebbins who immeditaly fights back. They grapple and it's like an elaborate dance before Andrea gets the best of it, a diving crossbody driving Vebbins into the corner. She takes a few steps out, trying to get out of the danger zone but Andrea nails a handspring back elbow. The fans are cheering wildly, enjoying this charity rumble for the sheer technical showcase it's been. Vebbins looks dazed, but she tries to fight off another grapple only for Andrea to send her across the ring. Vebbins hooks and turns, just in time for a springboard knee lift to catch her square in the chest and it sends her up and over the top rope. She tries to hook, her fingers slipping off the rope and she crashes to the floor!
AZURINE VEBBINS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
WINNER (VIA LAST ELIMINATION): ANDREA HERNANDEZ
Andrea looks elated as she has her hand raised for a moment, clearly happy to have raised money for a charity near and dear to her heart. After a moment, she rolls out of the ring and embraces Azurine Vebbins on the floor, thanking her for being such a fantastic opponent and we cut away from there to another affiliate ad break!
DEVIL'S FUNHOUSE MATCH
VINNY BLADES VS ACE SKY VS TEIVEL
TABLES MATCH
JACK LEXINGTON VS CHRISTIAN KNIGHT
WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMIONSHIP #1 CONTENDER
KRYPTONITE VS HOUSE OF WOLVES
ENIGMA VS MATTHEW KNOX
WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP #1 CONTENDER
ALEXANDER ARCHER VS SAKURA MATSUDE VS NATHANIEL DIXON
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS
TODRICK & AUSTIN RAMSEY VS CCPE
WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP LUMBERJACK MATCH
TONY SAVAGE VS ANGUS REED
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CUT TO:
STATIC
KERBEROS vs KASEY KASH
Instead of rushing his opponent, Kasey immediately exits the ring. He reaches under the ring and begins to pull out a multitude of different weapons that he tosses into the ring. Steel chairs, a toolbox, kendo sticks, a table, and a ladder all fill the ring. The crowd cheers the potential for violence as Kasey slides back into the ring and grabs a kendo stick. Before he can get off the canvas a boot stomps down on the kendo stick preventing him from using it. Kasey looks up and sees Kerberos standing there menacingly. Kasey hops to the feet and fires off a punch but Kerberos blocks it then immediately begins to try and manipulate the joints on his hand. Kasey senses the danger he’s about to be in and fires a boot to the midsection that doubles Kerberos over. With his hand now free Kasey races towards the ropes. He rebounds off but then…
WHACK!
Kerberos straightened up and chucked a steel chair right at Kasey’s head with deadly accuracy. Kasey hits the mat hard. The referee leans down and checks Kash for blood but after a moment or two the determination is made.
NO BLOOD
Kerberos comes over and stomps down on Kasey’s hands and arms. Kerberos steps up Kasey’s left arm then stomps down viciously on his bent arm. Kash rolls around on the mat in pain holding his arm. Kerberos leaps into the air going for a double foot stomp but Kasey rolls out of the way. Kash gets to his feet then blasts Kerberos in the spine with a steel chair. Kerberos arches his back in pain but then turns around as Kasey throws the steel chair at him. Kerberos catches the steel chair with both hands but that only gives Kasey the chance to land a bicycle pump kick.
WHAM!
The chair goes smashing directly into the face of Kerberos. The chair goes flying as Kerberos hits the mat. The referee steps in and begins to check Kerberos for blood then makes the official call.
NO BLOOD
Kasey grabs a hold of the table and begins to lean it against the turnbuckle in the corner. Kerberos gets back up to his feet then charges and levels Kash with a stiff forearm shot to the back of the neck. Kasey staggers but then gets hit with a superkick from Kerberos followed up with a German suplex onto the ladder laying on the canvas. Kash flops around on the canvas in pain as Kerberos gets back up to his feet. Kerberos grabs a kendo stick as Kash struggles to his feet. Kerberos tee’s off on Kask with repeated shots from the kendo stick. The Son of Snakes takes what is left of the kendo stick and begins choking Kasey with it before taking him down to the canvas with a side Russian leg sweep. The Hound gets back up to his feet then begins to pile steel chairs in the center of the ring. Kash begins to fight his way off the canvas but Kerberos grabs him. He sets him up then hits him with The Trojan Horse (Pumphandle lift into a Death Valley Driver) down onto the pile of steel chairs. Kasey lands neck first hard onto the chairs. The referee checks Kasey for blood on the back of his head and neck.
NO BLOOD!
Kerberos leans down and grabs a hold of Kasey’s hand. He pulls him to his feet then manipulates the joints before pulling at the fingers to snap them. The crowd gasps as Kasey grabs his hand in pain. However, Kasey kicks Kerberos between the legs in retaliation. Both men fall to the mat in pain. The crowd begins to cheer for Kasey to get back into this match. Kerberos is the first one back to his feet using the ropes near the table. Kasey gets back up to his feet then gets a full head of steam. Kasey leaps onto the air just using his body as a weapon and puts himself and Kerberos through the table. The crowd comes unglued as Kasey pulls himself away from the wreckage. Kasey marches around the ring before grabbing Kerberos. Kasey connects with Fuck You And All Your Friends (Ripcord Bicycle Knee) to the face. Kerberos is staggered as Kasey races towards the ropes. Kash takes the air and hits with Canberra Collapse (Springboard Cutter) down to the mat. Kerberos crawls over towards the pile of chairs. Kasey gets a running start then goes for The Lucker Stomp (Curb Stomp)
NOOOOOOO!!! IT MISSED!!!
Kasey’s foot stomps down on the chairs as Kerberos rolls out of the way. Kerberos races towards the ropes then hits Kash with a running European uppercut to the face. Kerberos grabs a hold of the ladder then lifts it into the air. He puts his head through one of the spaces then spins around using the ladder as a weapon. Kasey gets hit and falls to the canvas but the referee gets hit also and falls to the canvas. Kerberos drops the ladder to the canvas as Kasey staggers to his feet. His mouth is busted open from the ladder shot. Kerberos grabs Kasey and hits him with NARCISSUS (Rolling Olympic Rings of Hell #5) down onto the ladder. Kerberos keeps a hold of Kasey and waits for the referee to call the match due to Kash bleeding. The problem is the referee is still down.
BOOOOOOOO!!!!!
The crowd isn’t happy as Kerberos lets go of Kash and goes over towards the referee. Kerberos kicks at the referee trying to get him to do his job. Kash fights his way back up still with a bleeding mouth. Kash grabs a hold of a steel chair. Kerberos turns around as Kash throws the chair but Kerberos catches the chair. Kerberos throws the chair back at Kash but Kash ducks it. Kash straightens up and spits a mouthful of blood into Kerberos' eyes. With Kerberos blinded Kasey hits with Death Of A Phoenix (Frontflip Backstabber) down to the mat. Kash grabs a steel chair as Kerberos gets back up. Kash levels Kerberos with a shot to the head with the chair. Kerberos’ legs buckle but he remains on his feet.
HE’S NOT HUMAN!
HE’S NOT HUMAN!
HE’S NOT HUMAN!
Kash swings again but again Kerberos refuses to go down. Kash swings a third shot to the head but Kerberos eats and begins to pound on his chest in defiance. Kash jabs Kerberos in the midsection with the chair and that brings him down to the knees. Kash drops the steel chair on the canvas then races towards the ropes. Kasey rebounds off and…
CRASH!
Kasey hits Kerberos with The Lucker Stomp (Curb Stomp) down onto the steel chair. Kash falls to his ass on the canvas then wipes the blood from his mouth. He crawls over towards the referee and drags him to Kerberos before slapping the referee a couple of times to bring him back to consciousness. The referee rolls Kerberos over and sees the blood… that Kasey spit at him… on Kerberos' face. The referee helps Kasey to his feet and raises his arm in victory while Kash keeps his mouth closed tightly to keep the sight of blood away from the referee.
WINNER (FIRST BLOOD DRAWN): KASEY KASH
The scene opens up with the four members of The Horsewomen talking to one another by catering. Talia Skye and Reyna Carter have their halves of the Unity Titles around their waists and the Interstellar Gemini Titles on their shoulders while Terra has her half of the Unity Titles on her shoulder and is eating some steak. Morgan Simmons looks at the three of them and begins to speak.
MORGAN SIMMONS
Girls, you know what you all have to do. Even if it’s separate objectives for the night.
TALIA SKYE
As far as I’m concerned, Alexis Lemon is going to get taken out and slaughtered in the woodshed.
REYNA CARTER
Terra and I plan on handling this thing for Mari. Gotta help friends, ya know.
MORGAN SIMMONS
She’s your friend, Rey. Although much better than the last one we had to deal with.
TALIA SKYE
That bar was set sooooo low. Jesus H. Christ that was a shitshow. That person still pisses me off by her using my best friend’s passing to make it all about her. Fuck her.
Terra nods her head while Morgan goes to calm Talia down.
REYNA CARTER
You and Talia were 100% right about that but Mari is totally different. After all she’s as hated as we are and isn’t looking to cause any dissension like the one we just mentioned in our old place of work.
TALIA SKYE
She has a point.
Terra grunts, giving her opinion.
MORGAN SIMMONS
Alright you all have spoken and we have business to take care of.
TALIA SKYE
I’m going to get ready. I’ll be back with y’all in a bit.
Talia fist bumps her teammates before going back to the locker room. Morgan, Reyna and Terra then walk along the hallway until they run into Marisol Vilaró.
MORGAN SIMMONS
We both know how important this is. And you are a fellow #TopGirl and a friend of Rey’s.
REYNA CARTER
She’s also my business partner.
MORGAN SIMMONS
Right, what she said. And both my clients are honored to help you get rid of the pest Serene Holmes.
REYNA CARTER
Entitled-ass second generation wrestler.
Marisol smiles brightly as she nods her head in agreement.
MARISOL VILARÓ
Tell me about it, I've been dealing with that one for months. She thinks she's entitled to this match against me? Really? It's amusing ever since I came into this business, I've been dealing with veterans who want to hold me down, entitled second generation wrestlers, and other scum of the universe types. I mean all I want to do is make this business better, and I am treated like a pariah because of that.
Marisol says with a hint of disgust in her voice.
MARISOL VILARÓ
But after this pest is dealt with, then I can move onto better things, like growing our partnership to new levels, and making the changes needed. Rather these fans want it or not, they need it and soon they will thank me. Serene could have been something but chose war with me, and now she’s going to get wiped out.
REYNA CARTER
Serene is not going to get past us. No fucking way, and the ReyFab/Vilaró Fitness collab will continue to grow.
MORGAN SIMMONS
Mari will be down there but so will I because we all know a loose Terra is never a good thing.
REYNA CARTER
Ain’t that the fucking truth. We got this. Let’s plan the rest of this out, shall we?
Mari, along with The Horsewomen, go into the private locker room as we head back to ringside.
CUT TO:
INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING.
FIRST BLOOD MATCHKERBEROS vs KASEY KASH
Instead of rushing his opponent, Kasey immediately exits the ring. He reaches under the ring and begins to pull out a multitude of different weapons that he tosses into the ring. Steel chairs, a toolbox, kendo sticks, a table, and a ladder all fill the ring. The crowd cheers the potential for violence as Kasey slides back into the ring and grabs a kendo stick. Before he can get off the canvas a boot stomps down on the kendo stick preventing him from using it. Kasey looks up and sees Kerberos standing there menacingly. Kasey hops to the feet and fires off a punch but Kerberos blocks it then immediately begins to try and manipulate the joints on his hand. Kasey senses the danger he’s about to be in and fires a boot to the midsection that doubles Kerberos over. With his hand now free Kasey races towards the ropes. He rebounds off but then…
WHACK!
Kerberos straightened up and chucked a steel chair right at Kasey’s head with deadly accuracy. Kasey hits the mat hard. The referee leans down and checks Kash for blood but after a moment or two the determination is made.
NO BLOOD
Kerberos comes over and stomps down on Kasey’s hands and arms. Kerberos steps up Kasey’s left arm then stomps down viciously on his bent arm. Kash rolls around on the mat in pain holding his arm. Kerberos leaps into the air going for a double foot stomp but Kasey rolls out of the way. Kash gets to his feet then blasts Kerberos in the spine with a steel chair. Kerberos arches his back in pain but then turns around as Kasey throws the steel chair at him. Kerberos catches the steel chair with both hands but that only gives Kasey the chance to land a bicycle pump kick.
WHAM!
The chair goes smashing directly into the face of Kerberos. The chair goes flying as Kerberos hits the mat. The referee steps in and begins to check Kerberos for blood then makes the official call.
NO BLOOD
Kasey grabs a hold of the table and begins to lean it against the turnbuckle in the corner. Kerberos gets back up to his feet then charges and levels Kash with a stiff forearm shot to the back of the neck. Kasey staggers but then gets hit with a superkick from Kerberos followed up with a German suplex onto the ladder laying on the canvas. Kash flops around on the canvas in pain as Kerberos gets back up to his feet. Kerberos grabs a kendo stick as Kash struggles to his feet. Kerberos tee’s off on Kask with repeated shots from the kendo stick. The Son of Snakes takes what is left of the kendo stick and begins choking Kasey with it before taking him down to the canvas with a side Russian leg sweep. The Hound gets back up to his feet then begins to pile steel chairs in the center of the ring. Kash begins to fight his way off the canvas but Kerberos grabs him. He sets him up then hits him with The Trojan Horse (Pumphandle lift into a Death Valley Driver) down onto the pile of steel chairs. Kasey lands neck first hard onto the chairs. The referee checks Kasey for blood on the back of his head and neck.
NO BLOOD!
Kerberos leans down and grabs a hold of Kasey’s hand. He pulls him to his feet then manipulates the joints before pulling at the fingers to snap them. The crowd gasps as Kasey grabs his hand in pain. However, Kasey kicks Kerberos between the legs in retaliation. Both men fall to the mat in pain. The crowd begins to cheer for Kasey to get back into this match. Kerberos is the first one back to his feet using the ropes near the table. Kasey gets back up to his feet then gets a full head of steam. Kasey leaps onto the air just using his body as a weapon and puts himself and Kerberos through the table. The crowd comes unglued as Kasey pulls himself away from the wreckage. Kasey marches around the ring before grabbing Kerberos. Kasey connects with Fuck You And All Your Friends (Ripcord Bicycle Knee) to the face. Kerberos is staggered as Kasey races towards the ropes. Kash takes the air and hits with Canberra Collapse (Springboard Cutter) down to the mat. Kerberos crawls over towards the pile of chairs. Kasey gets a running start then goes for The Lucker Stomp (Curb Stomp)
NOOOOOOO!!! IT MISSED!!!
Kasey’s foot stomps down on the chairs as Kerberos rolls out of the way. Kerberos races towards the ropes then hits Kash with a running European uppercut to the face. Kerberos grabs a hold of the ladder then lifts it into the air. He puts his head through one of the spaces then spins around using the ladder as a weapon. Kasey gets hit and falls to the canvas but the referee gets hit also and falls to the canvas. Kerberos drops the ladder to the canvas as Kasey staggers to his feet. His mouth is busted open from the ladder shot. Kerberos grabs Kasey and hits him with NARCISSUS (Rolling Olympic Rings of Hell #5) down onto the ladder. Kerberos keeps a hold of Kasey and waits for the referee to call the match due to Kash bleeding. The problem is the referee is still down.
BOOOOOOOO!!!!!
The crowd isn’t happy as Kerberos lets go of Kash and goes over towards the referee. Kerberos kicks at the referee trying to get him to do his job. Kash fights his way back up still with a bleeding mouth. Kash grabs a hold of a steel chair. Kerberos turns around as Kash throws the chair but Kerberos catches the chair. Kerberos throws the chair back at Kash but Kash ducks it. Kash straightens up and spits a mouthful of blood into Kerberos' eyes. With Kerberos blinded Kasey hits with Death Of A Phoenix (Frontflip Backstabber) down to the mat. Kash grabs a steel chair as Kerberos gets back up. Kash levels Kerberos with a shot to the head with the chair. Kerberos’ legs buckle but he remains on his feet.
HE’S NOT HUMAN!
HE’S NOT HUMAN!
HE’S NOT HUMAN!
Kash swings again but again Kerberos refuses to go down. Kash swings a third shot to the head but Kerberos eats and begins to pound on his chest in defiance. Kash jabs Kerberos in the midsection with the chair and that brings him down to the knees. Kash drops the steel chair on the canvas then races towards the ropes. Kasey rebounds off and…
CRASH!
Kasey hits Kerberos with The Lucker Stomp (Curb Stomp) down onto the steel chair. Kash falls to his ass on the canvas then wipes the blood from his mouth. He crawls over towards the referee and drags him to Kerberos before slapping the referee a couple of times to bring him back to consciousness. The referee rolls Kerberos over and sees the blood… that Kasey spit at him… on Kerberos' face. The referee helps Kasey to his feet and raises his arm in victory while Kash keeps his mouth closed tightly to keep the sight of blood away from the referee.
WINNER (FIRST BLOOD DRAWN): KASEY KASH
CUT TO:
BLACK.
THE FOLLOWING HAS BEEN PRE-RECORDED
Wanda Jackson’s Walk On Both Sides crackles and pops with the warmth of a vinyl recording. Then, the sound of a rattle chitters over the music, until we:
A rattlesnake is coiled around itself on a patch of sunbaked earth. It’s tail shakes threateningly as the head tracks something unseen. After a beat, a pair of black cowboy boots with silver accents walk past the viper without drawing a bite. After they pass out of view, the snake relaxes, turns, and slithers away between tufts of desert grass and small balls of cactus.
The camera RISES from the dirt and dust and turns to FOCUS ON the back of a tall, strong woman. She’s wearing a black leather jacket with fringes dancing in the wind, with matching pants stretched perfectly around her muscled legs. A felt cowboy hat rests on her crown, and her blonde hair runs down her neck in a tight braid that curls over her right shoulder. Across the jacket’s yoke is a silver star pattern and matching buttons glimmer in the sunlight.
As we MOVE IN the city of Reno can be seen in the ravine below, distorted by the waves of heat rising off the ground.
GORGO
Some people expend a tremendous amount of energy merely to fit in. They get up every day and put on makeup and go through the walk-in closet to find the perfect outfit just in case someone somewhere takes a picture with them in the background.
She turns her head, allowing her profile to be captured with the sunlight being blocked out by the brim of her hat.
GORGO
We all have a beast in us. For some people, it wants to self-destruct, whether through alcohol or drugs. For others, it demands pure perfection every moment of their lives because anything less is a failure. It devours them one bite after another, until the end.
The dirt crunches under her boots as she turns away from the city and walks slowly toward the camera until her frame eclipses the sun, leaving her darkened against a clear, bright sky.
GORGO
The thing inside of me, the hunger? It doesn’t want to gorge itself on food or drink. It doesn’t demand that I join celebrity fitness programs or alter myself with plastic surgery, and it has no use for fame or fortune. My beast wants something much baser. It wants me to hurt people.
The corners of her lips slide upward as her knees bend and her eyes lower down closer to the low-angled camera, all the way till her face fills the lens.
GORGO
Oh, I know. You’ve heard this one before. Let me tell you a little story. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick. One of the earliest memories I have of my father is him educating me on the skeletal structure of the human hand.
There are twenty seven bones in total with fourteen phalanxes making up the fingers. They’re porous, he taught me, littered with tiny holes that make them weak and useless, but repeated trauma reforms them. Fills the pockets in with hard calcium. Makes them dense and hard as hammers.
He would stand to the side as I fixated on the crumbling mortar and brick of a wall. “This is your target,” he told me. “Imagine your own face staring back at you. Grinning ear to ear, haw-hawing at you, mocking you, telling you how pathetic and lost you are. You’ll never be anything. You’ll never accomplish anything. You are destined to be just another little ant. A speck among billions of others.”
“It’s a lie,” he said to me. “You are special. You are unique. Now prove it.”
I punched my face in the brick with abandon, fueled by an uncompromising violence. Over and over, systematically alternating from right to left. I can still hear the soggy, spattering thuds of my flesh smacking against the brick and the crunch of bones breaking, and see the pride in my father’s face when I showed him my mutilated hands.
I was eight years old. I repeated this lesson many times after. My hands are now concrete. Every time I hit someone, bones don’t just break. They obliterate. Orbital sockets. Jaws. Noses. Teeth.
My hands still hurt but the lesson continues. Every time I break my fingers I become something less human. Something savage. Barbarous. The destroyer my father was, reborn in his daughter.
She stands again. This time the camera cranes upward, tracking her face until it levels out just over her shoulder as she turns slightly away. Her eyes look down, not at anything in particular, and for a moment she says nothing. Then her eyes lift and turn to the corner, looking into the lens again.
GORGO
This is what you will face tonight, Summer. You will be faster. You will come with fire and fury and attempt to overwhelm me with quick, hard hitting moves, but I’m not what you’ve faced before. I did not come to America to win matches or make money. I believe the world needs to see what I can do. They need to know that I am out there, to remember the old days, when differences were settled on a battlefield with sword and spear and the blood soaked so deep into the earth that centuries later the dirt is still red when you dig it up.
I am a wild thing, without boundaries, without definition. You’ll see something inside of me—my beast—a hunger that I have given into because it’s quite a bit of fun. We are going to have such a good time together, my sweet. I have my father’s appetite for violence and desire to punish you for the crime of simply being next in line. I cannot be reasoned with. I cannot be concealed or restrained and I will not be ignored. Not anymore.
My father once told me what can be broken, should be broken. I broke you mentally weeks ago. Tonight, I finish the job. See you soon.
As the music fades, she turns to walk away, heading back to the overlook looming above the city of Reno.
As soon as the match starts, Talia invites Alexis to take the first shot. She actually mocks her, telling her she didn’t think she could bruise a grape. So Alexis takes her up on the offer with a running forearm out of the corner that actually sends Talia backwards, showing she can indeed hit and hit hard. Lemon quickly keeps the offense going with a pair of chops and a flying headscissors to snap her down to the match. A quick cover follows that.
ONE!
But the veteran still has too much left in the tank, and kicks out. Lemon drags her to her feet, holding her arm up as she lands a few stiff kicks to the body that drops the blonde to her knees. Alexis hits the near side ropes with a running knee trembler that takes Talia down again before she makes another cover.
ONE!!
T-NO.
When she pulls the blonde back to her feet and attempts her Northern Lights suplex, Talia drove her backwards into the nearest corner to knock the wind out of her. She tries to pull herself together before she pastes Lemon with a trio of European uppercuts that snaps her head backwards with each shot. Lemon stumbles out of the corner, only to catch Talia’s running bicycle kick to the jaw before she makes the cover herself.
ONE!!
TWOOOOO!
But Lemon gets her shoulder up in time, causing Talia to press her arm into the mat and start driving knees into her shoulder repeatedly. She finally flips her onto her stomach for a Fujiwara armbar submission. The referee checks repeatedly with Alexis about stopping the match, but she refuses and manages to reach the bottom rope for a break. Talia holds till the count of four before mouthing off to the crowd that Lemon doesn’t belong in the same ring as her. But she mouthed off too long, giving Alexis time to deliver a backstabber and a quick rollup to go with it!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEE-NO!!
Talia barely got her shoulder off the mat before Alexis rolled away from her. She got back to her feet, and dragged Talia up into a running powerbomb. With the fans very much behind her this time, she pulls Skye up for the Northern Lights suplex again and nails it this time before she makes the cover.
ONE!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!
THREEEEEEEE-NOO!
Once again, Talia escapes by getting her shoulder up and rolling out of the ring. Alexis doesn’t let her get too far before she goes out after her. But as she rounds the corner picking up speed, Talia spins towards her with a palm strike to the face. It staggers her backwards before Skye rolls her back in. And when Alexis staggers to her feet, Talia nails her running bicycle knee to the face and makes the cover.
ONE!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): TALIA SKYE
Wanda Jackson’s Walk On Both Sides crackles and pops with the warmth of a vinyl recording. Then, the sound of a rattle chitters over the music, until we:
CUT TO:
EXT. THE DESERT.
A rattlesnake is coiled around itself on a patch of sunbaked earth. It’s tail shakes threateningly as the head tracks something unseen. After a beat, a pair of black cowboy boots with silver accents walk past the viper without drawing a bite. After they pass out of view, the snake relaxes, turns, and slithers away between tufts of desert grass and small balls of cactus.
The camera RISES from the dirt and dust and turns to FOCUS ON the back of a tall, strong woman. She’s wearing a black leather jacket with fringes dancing in the wind, with matching pants stretched perfectly around her muscled legs. A felt cowboy hat rests on her crown, and her blonde hair runs down her neck in a tight braid that curls over her right shoulder. Across the jacket’s yoke is a silver star pattern and matching buttons glimmer in the sunlight.
As we MOVE IN the city of Reno can be seen in the ravine below, distorted by the waves of heat rising off the ground.
GORGO
Some people expend a tremendous amount of energy merely to fit in. They get up every day and put on makeup and go through the walk-in closet to find the perfect outfit just in case someone somewhere takes a picture with them in the background.
She turns her head, allowing her profile to be captured with the sunlight being blocked out by the brim of her hat.
GORGO
We all have a beast in us. For some people, it wants to self-destruct, whether through alcohol or drugs. For others, it demands pure perfection every moment of their lives because anything less is a failure. It devours them one bite after another, until the end.
The dirt crunches under her boots as she turns away from the city and walks slowly toward the camera until her frame eclipses the sun, leaving her darkened against a clear, bright sky.
GORGO
The thing inside of me, the hunger? It doesn’t want to gorge itself on food or drink. It doesn’t demand that I join celebrity fitness programs or alter myself with plastic surgery, and it has no use for fame or fortune. My beast wants something much baser. It wants me to hurt people.
The corners of her lips slide upward as her knees bend and her eyes lower down closer to the low-angled camera, all the way till her face fills the lens.
GORGO
Oh, I know. You’ve heard this one before. Let me tell you a little story. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick. One of the earliest memories I have of my father is him educating me on the skeletal structure of the human hand.
There are twenty seven bones in total with fourteen phalanxes making up the fingers. They’re porous, he taught me, littered with tiny holes that make them weak and useless, but repeated trauma reforms them. Fills the pockets in with hard calcium. Makes them dense and hard as hammers.
He would stand to the side as I fixated on the crumbling mortar and brick of a wall. “This is your target,” he told me. “Imagine your own face staring back at you. Grinning ear to ear, haw-hawing at you, mocking you, telling you how pathetic and lost you are. You’ll never be anything. You’ll never accomplish anything. You are destined to be just another little ant. A speck among billions of others.”
“It’s a lie,” he said to me. “You are special. You are unique. Now prove it.”
I punched my face in the brick with abandon, fueled by an uncompromising violence. Over and over, systematically alternating from right to left. I can still hear the soggy, spattering thuds of my flesh smacking against the brick and the crunch of bones breaking, and see the pride in my father’s face when I showed him my mutilated hands.
I was eight years old. I repeated this lesson many times after. My hands are now concrete. Every time I hit someone, bones don’t just break. They obliterate. Orbital sockets. Jaws. Noses. Teeth.
My hands still hurt but the lesson continues. Every time I break my fingers I become something less human. Something savage. Barbarous. The destroyer my father was, reborn in his daughter.
She stands again. This time the camera cranes upward, tracking her face until it levels out just over her shoulder as she turns slightly away. Her eyes look down, not at anything in particular, and for a moment she says nothing. Then her eyes lift and turn to the corner, looking into the lens again.
GORGO
This is what you will face tonight, Summer. You will be faster. You will come with fire and fury and attempt to overwhelm me with quick, hard hitting moves, but I’m not what you’ve faced before. I did not come to America to win matches or make money. I believe the world needs to see what I can do. They need to know that I am out there, to remember the old days, when differences were settled on a battlefield with sword and spear and the blood soaked so deep into the earth that centuries later the dirt is still red when you dig it up.
I am a wild thing, without boundaries, without definition. You’ll see something inside of me—my beast—a hunger that I have given into because it’s quite a bit of fun. We are going to have such a good time together, my sweet. I have my father’s appetite for violence and desire to punish you for the crime of simply being next in line. I cannot be reasoned with. I cannot be concealed or restrained and I will not be ignored. Not anymore.
My father once told me what can be broken, should be broken. I broke you mentally weeks ago. Tonight, I finish the job. See you soon.
As the music fades, she turns to walk away, heading back to the overlook looming above the city of Reno.
FADE TO BLACK.
CUT TO:
INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING.
TALIA SKYE vs ALEXIS LEMONAs soon as the match starts, Talia invites Alexis to take the first shot. She actually mocks her, telling her she didn’t think she could bruise a grape. So Alexis takes her up on the offer with a running forearm out of the corner that actually sends Talia backwards, showing she can indeed hit and hit hard. Lemon quickly keeps the offense going with a pair of chops and a flying headscissors to snap her down to the match. A quick cover follows that.
ONE!
But the veteran still has too much left in the tank, and kicks out. Lemon drags her to her feet, holding her arm up as she lands a few stiff kicks to the body that drops the blonde to her knees. Alexis hits the near side ropes with a running knee trembler that takes Talia down again before she makes another cover.
ONE!!
T-NO.
When she pulls the blonde back to her feet and attempts her Northern Lights suplex, Talia drove her backwards into the nearest corner to knock the wind out of her. She tries to pull herself together before she pastes Lemon with a trio of European uppercuts that snaps her head backwards with each shot. Lemon stumbles out of the corner, only to catch Talia’s running bicycle kick to the jaw before she makes the cover herself.
ONE!!
TWOOOOO!
But Lemon gets her shoulder up in time, causing Talia to press her arm into the mat and start driving knees into her shoulder repeatedly. She finally flips her onto her stomach for a Fujiwara armbar submission. The referee checks repeatedly with Alexis about stopping the match, but she refuses and manages to reach the bottom rope for a break. Talia holds till the count of four before mouthing off to the crowd that Lemon doesn’t belong in the same ring as her. But she mouthed off too long, giving Alexis time to deliver a backstabber and a quick rollup to go with it!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEE-NO!!
Talia barely got her shoulder off the mat before Alexis rolled away from her. She got back to her feet, and dragged Talia up into a running powerbomb. With the fans very much behind her this time, she pulls Skye up for the Northern Lights suplex again and nails it this time before she makes the cover.
ONE!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!
THREEEEEEEE-NOO!
Once again, Talia escapes by getting her shoulder up and rolling out of the ring. Alexis doesn’t let her get too far before she goes out after her. But as she rounds the corner picking up speed, Talia spins towards her with a palm strike to the face. It staggers her backwards before Skye rolls her back in. And when Alexis staggers to her feet, Talia nails her running bicycle knee to the face and makes the cover.
ONE!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): TALIA SKYE
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INT. BACKSTAGE.
We focus on the backstage area of The Silver State Ballroom here in Reno, Nevada. Samantha Tolson can be seen in the hallway doing some stretching and shadow boxing in preparation for her match later tonight against Chris Mosh. Once satisfied with the little warm up, Samantha heads down the hallway. She seems focused and determined until a pair of hands reach out and cover her eyes.
??
I gotcha!
Samantha quickly reacts by grabbing one of the arms then flips the person over her shoulder and down to the floor hard. The mystery person hits the floor with a loud thud before groaning out in pain.
??
Son of a bitch! Are you always in attack mode?!
The camera and Samantha look down to see that the person she just Judo threw to the floor is none of than the significant other in her life. Fellow wrestler in his own right, Jace Parker Davidson. Samantha's eyes widen a bit looking down at him before placing her hands on her hips.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
Jace Parker! What have I told you about sneaking up on me when I'm ready for a fight? Have you learned nothing from the time we've spent training together?
JACE PARKER DAVIDSON
I learned that trying to surprise you ends up with me having to go see a chiropractor.
Samantha reaches her hand down and Jace grabs a hold tightly. She helps him back up to his feet and watches as he tries to stretch his back a little bit.
JACE PARKER DAVIDSON
Seriously though, I didn’t know that a man that calls himself Chris Mosh was considered a big-time fight for you.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
Considering what he's willing to do, it's less him that's the big-time fight, and more being prepared for what he and Marisol Vilaro will try. God knows they'll try something.
JACE PARKER DAVIDSON
Wait, Marisol is here tonight? Ohhhhhh, I knew coming here to Reno to surprise you was a great idea. Meeting Miss Vilaro Shitness face-to-face is long overdue. However, I’m sure you’ve dealt with her and her ‘clients’ before. Shouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary as long as you keep your head on a swivel.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
Mosh surprised me once. I gave him his due, but the bottom line is that I underestimated him. He needed the Page sisters to help him win the Silver State Championship, and I took it back from him two weeks later by beating him at his own game. Mosh and Vilaro had already made plenty of enemies by then, so I simply used that to my advantage. He hasn't wanted to face me since. Hell, even Summer Page showed more guts, but I still made her bleed, just as I said I would.
Jace nods his head a bit while taking a moment to think before a light bulb goes off for him.
JACE PARKER DAVIDSON
I think you need to go into totally pissed off mode like you did against Madison. You know Miss Suplex Express. Then if Marisol decides to stick her nose into your business, a little baseball bat to the kneecap action. Honestly, I don’t know if Stella is ever going to be able to walk again without the use of crutches.
Jace grins like a maniac but then gets serious when he sees Samantha not finding the humor in his comments.
JACE PARKER DAVIDSON
So, like, we just got to trigger that kill mode inside of you. I think I can accomplish that. Just got to find a way to get you pissed off. Oh, hey, here we go. Your ass looks flat in that ring gear you’re wearing.
Jace flinches the moment the words leave his lips. Samantha can't help herself, chuckling at Jace's attempt to piss her off.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
This is a fight, not a photoshoot. I couldn't care less about how my ass looks right now.
JACE PARKER DAVIDSON
Blasphemy! I always care about how your ass looks.
Samantha raises her first to punch Jace but he holds his hands up in surrender.
JACE PARKER DAVIDSON
Look, no matter what Marisol or any of her Jenny Craig-esque clients might try out there. You’ll be just fine; do you know why? It’s because you’ll have a guardian angel out there watching your back… from the crowd.
There is a momentary silence as Samantha just stares at Jace.
JACE PARKER DAVIDSON
Okay, fine! Guardian devil but the point still remains!
SAMANTHA TOLSON
At least you got the guardian part right. But trust me, if that coward bitch Vilaro tries something, she'll flee in terror from me again rather than have to face me.
JACE PARKER DAVIDSON
That’s the Pretty Little Murder Machine that I know and lo--
Jace catches himself then fakes a cough. Samantha raises her eyebrow as Jace pats her on the shoulder.
JACE PARKER DAVIDSON
Ummm yeah, I’ll see you out there. Good luck and remember to stay focused.
Jace fires off two thumbs up to Samantha before he quickly heads down the hallway and around the corner as Samantha just shakes her head.
TUNE IN FOR THE INAUGURAL GAME ON
DECEMBER 5, 2022 | 7:30 PM
Boston Cavalry
-VS-
Brooklyn Big Apples
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??
I gotcha!
Samantha quickly reacts by grabbing one of the arms then flips the person over her shoulder and down to the floor hard. The mystery person hits the floor with a loud thud before groaning out in pain.
??
Son of a bitch! Are you always in attack mode?!
The camera and Samantha look down to see that the person she just Judo threw to the floor is none of than the significant other in her life. Fellow wrestler in his own right, Jace Parker Davidson. Samantha's eyes widen a bit looking down at him before placing her hands on her hips.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
Jace Parker! What have I told you about sneaking up on me when I'm ready for a fight? Have you learned nothing from the time we've spent training together?
JACE PARKER DAVIDSON
I learned that trying to surprise you ends up with me having to go see a chiropractor.
Samantha reaches her hand down and Jace grabs a hold tightly. She helps him back up to his feet and watches as he tries to stretch his back a little bit.
JACE PARKER DAVIDSON
Seriously though, I didn’t know that a man that calls himself Chris Mosh was considered a big-time fight for you.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
Considering what he's willing to do, it's less him that's the big-time fight, and more being prepared for what he and Marisol Vilaro will try. God knows they'll try something.
JACE PARKER DAVIDSON
Wait, Marisol is here tonight? Ohhhhhh, I knew coming here to Reno to surprise you was a great idea. Meeting Miss Vilaro Shitness face-to-face is long overdue. However, I’m sure you’ve dealt with her and her ‘clients’ before. Shouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary as long as you keep your head on a swivel.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
Mosh surprised me once. I gave him his due, but the bottom line is that I underestimated him. He needed the Page sisters to help him win the Silver State Championship, and I took it back from him two weeks later by beating him at his own game. Mosh and Vilaro had already made plenty of enemies by then, so I simply used that to my advantage. He hasn't wanted to face me since. Hell, even Summer Page showed more guts, but I still made her bleed, just as I said I would.
Jace nods his head a bit while taking a moment to think before a light bulb goes off for him.
JACE PARKER DAVIDSON
I think you need to go into totally pissed off mode like you did against Madison. You know Miss Suplex Express. Then if Marisol decides to stick her nose into your business, a little baseball bat to the kneecap action. Honestly, I don’t know if Stella is ever going to be able to walk again without the use of crutches.
Jace grins like a maniac but then gets serious when he sees Samantha not finding the humor in his comments.
JACE PARKER DAVIDSON
So, like, we just got to trigger that kill mode inside of you. I think I can accomplish that. Just got to find a way to get you pissed off. Oh, hey, here we go. Your ass looks flat in that ring gear you’re wearing.
Jace flinches the moment the words leave his lips. Samantha can't help herself, chuckling at Jace's attempt to piss her off.
SAMANTHA TOLSON
This is a fight, not a photoshoot. I couldn't care less about how my ass looks right now.
JACE PARKER DAVIDSON
Blasphemy! I always care about how your ass looks.
Samantha raises her first to punch Jace but he holds his hands up in surrender.
JACE PARKER DAVIDSON
Look, no matter what Marisol or any of her Jenny Craig-esque clients might try out there. You’ll be just fine; do you know why? It’s because you’ll have a guardian angel out there watching your back… from the crowd.
There is a momentary silence as Samantha just stares at Jace.
JACE PARKER DAVIDSON
Okay, fine! Guardian devil but the point still remains!
SAMANTHA TOLSON
At least you got the guardian part right. But trust me, if that coward bitch Vilaro tries something, she'll flee in terror from me again rather than have to face me.
JACE PARKER DAVIDSON
That’s the Pretty Little Murder Machine that I know and lo--
Jace catches himself then fakes a cough. Samantha raises her eyebrow as Jace pats her on the shoulder.
JACE PARKER DAVIDSON
Ummm yeah, I’ll see you out there. Good luck and remember to stay focused.
Jace fires off two thumbs up to Samantha before he quickly heads down the hallway and around the corner as Samantha just shakes her head.
TUNE IN FOR THE INAUGURAL GAME ON
DECEMBER 5, 2022 | 7:30 PM
Boston Cavalry
-VS-
Brooklyn Big Apples
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CUT TO:
INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING.
VILARO CHALLENGE MATCH #3: HANDICAPSERENITY HOLMES vs REYNA CARTER & TERRA (W/ MARISOL VILARO)
Match #3 of the Vilario Challenge is set to begin as Serenity Holmes stands in one corner while Reyna Carter and Terra of The Horsewomen stand on the other end of the ring. Marisol stands on the outside in The Horsewomen’s corner keeping an eye on this upcoming handicapped match. The referee checks with Serenity Holmes but The Horsewomen rush across the ring and attack Serenity before the bell is even rung. The referee is helpless to stop the two women as they put the boots to Holmes. Finally, the referee forces The Horsewomen away from Serenity. The referee checks on Holmes who says she can still go. The referee calls for the bell to signal the start of the match.
Reyna starts the match for her team but Serenity’s temper causes her to come out hot. Serenity hits Reyna with a running dropkick that sends her staggering back to a neutral corner. Serenity charges towards the corner and hits a big forearm smash to the face. She unleashes a furious assault of punches and kicks to Reyna in the corner before the referee calls for a break. Serenity backs away from the corner but Reyna charges out of the corner with a high knee. Serenity dodges then connects with a leaping neckbreaker that sends Reyna down to the canvas. Serenity hooks the leg and makes the quick cover.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT BY REYNA
Serenity grabs Reyna and tosses her over the top rope. However, Reyna lands on her feet on the ring apron. Reyna grabs Serenity by the hair but Serenity responds with a Pele kick that knocks Reyna to the arena floor. Serenity hits Terra with a low dropkick that knocks her down to the arena floor too. Marisol starts yelling over the effort by the Horsewomen so far. Serenity gets a running start then leaps through the ropes hitting Reyna with a suicide dive that sends her crashing into the barricade. The crowd cheers wildly as Serenity as she locks eyes with Marisol who backs away quickly. Serenity rolls Reyna back into the ring. Serenity slides back in and stalks around Reyna. Serenity nails a German suplex. Reyna pulls herself back up to her knees. Serenity races then levels Reyna with Moving Holmes (Running Shining Wizard) right to the face. Serenity hooks the leg and makes the cover.
ONE
TWO
TH--NOPE!
Serenity is back up and looks to keep the pressure on Reyna and keep Terra on the outside. Serenity whips Reyna but Reyna reverses the whip as full strength. Serenity to hit the turnbuckle hard. Reyna distracts the referee as Terra grabs Holmes. Terra reaches over then delivers clubbing blows to the chest and neck. The crowd boos loudly as Marisol cheers on her hired guns. Reyna turns her attention back to her opponent. Reyna gets a running start then connects with Disaster Happens (Springboard Roundhouse Kick) to Serenity. Reyna followed up with Toronto's Finest Hour (Lifting single underhook DDT) down to the canvas. Reyna makes a cocky cover.
ONE
TWO
THR-- SHOULDER UP!
Reyna makes the tag into Terra. The 6’0” near 300 lb Titan steps into the ring. Terra grabs a hold of Serenity but Holmes strikes fast and hard with punches, kicks, and chops to the larger opponent. Terra just stands there and absorbs each shot like it was nothing before grabbing Serenity. Terra drives Holmes to the canvas with Terra Firma (Claw Hold STO) Terra follows up with an impressive Gorilla press slam. Terra lifts her up to her shoulder then gets a head of steam and plants Serenity with a running powerslam. Terra makes the cover by planting both hands on Holmes.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
NOOOOO! SHOULDER UP!
Marisol has a fit on the outside and argues with the referee that it should have been three. Terra steps through the ropes and begins climbing the turnbuckle. She leaps off going for Terra Press (Top Rope Diving Body Splash) but Serenity rolls out of the way. Terra crashes down to the canvas hard. The crowd tries to rally behind Serenity as Marisol paces at ringside worried that this might be a third straight loss. Slowly, Terra makes it to her corner and tags in Reyna. Reyna races in going for the Glam Kick (Side Kick) but Serenity catches her boot. Serenity takes down Reyna with a rolling elbow then follows it up with a bicycle knee strike. Serenity measures up Reyna then hits Red Bottoms (Diving Double Foot Stomp to the back of the opponent's head) Holmes makes the cover.
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!
NOOOOO!!! MARISOL YANKS THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING BEFORE THE THREE!!!
Serenity has seen enough and exits the ring. Holmes goes after Marisol and chases her around the ringside area. However, just when Holmes is about to catch Marisol, Terra levels Serenity with a clothesline followed by a sidewalk slam on the arena floor. Terra rolls Serenity back into the ring. Reyna makes the tag into Terra who steps back into the ring. Terra grabs Serenity then they hit her with Total Disaster (Chokeslam/Double knee backbreaker combo) Terra makes the cover as Reyna stands confidently behind her partner.
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!!
The referee calls for the bell as The Horsewomen celebrate. They exit the ring and head back up the ramp. Marisol leans in from the outside and bad mouths Serenity who stares back at her with intense fury now that it’s a 2-1 score after three matches.
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): THE HORSEWOMEN (REYNA CARTER & TERRA)
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STATIC
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The symphonic metal gender-swapped rendition of a Queen classic, "Princess of the Universe" plays, but for once the Necromancer Queen, Kalinda Kriegsdottir isn't singing herself to the ring, nor is she being accompanied by her Black Crusade minions. For some reason she's wearing a leather glove on her usually unadorned right hand.
She rolls into the ring with a microphone and apparently has something to say.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Ya know, I pride myself on the fact that I do my best to put the "super" in supervillain, but sometimes you need to break out the tools from the ancient past to get the job done. Because some people don't seem to quite get how these things work.
The dragoness paces slowly back and forth in the ring, not looking particularly pleased.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
I perform dastardly deeds, I spout witty banter, someone comes out to oppose me, they banter back, fisticuffs are engaged in, said dastardly deeds may or may not be thwarted, and thus a good time is had by all.
Kalinda snorts, sneers, sighs, and does several other actions beginning with the letter S.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
But apparently being snide in front of an audience of untold thousands in text format via Twitter isn't working. So I have to be snide in front of an audience of untold thousands in person and via streaming. Regardless, I have no idea how I've managed to make it to UPRISING's two-year anniversary without anybody competent trying to murder me in the face.
The Dragon Empress holds up a gauntleted index finger.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
By his own admission, Chris Mosh's attempted vehicular manslaughter doesn't count because he likes to randomly drag race ghosts in the casino parking lot for purposes of dark and sinister piss wizardry rituals unknown to those who do not dabble in the Uromantic arts. And also eating urinal cakes.
Kalinda throws her armored arm up in exasperation.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
This is supposed to be pro wrestling, for fuck's sake! I was lead to believe that people here were supposed to be attempting to murder one another on a regular basis, trying to excise entire family lines from the tree of life! I was supposed to conquer pro wrestling with an undead army of darkness, AND NOT ONE OF YOU BROODY, BOILER-ROOM DWELLING MOTHERFUCKERS WHO CONSTANTLY SCREAM ABOUT RENDING PEOPLE LIMB FROM LIMB HAVE KILLED SOMEBODY YET!
She scowls and brushes her bangs out of her eyes.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
It's so fucking frustrating! I wanted to raise up the defeated and downtrodden wrestlers who had been torn to little pieces by their bloodthirsty opponents, their careers ended as they were unceremoniously stuffed into the cold, uncaring dirt of the grave!
Kalinda bites her lip and seems to almost be on the verge of shedding a tear.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
English isn't my first language, it's not even my second or third. So many things don't make any sense at all! I've seen and participated in soooo many so-called death matches, and do you know how many times I've ever heard of people actually dying in a "Death" match?
The dragoness extends a taloned middle finger on her left hand.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
That's right! Number one with a big fuck you! I did my research when I got here, dragged out to this mana-dead backwater of a roundworld that y'all have oh-so-creatively dubbed "Dirt," that's actually mostly covered in water! And it's this kind of linguistic bullshit that's really set the tone for my time here on Planet Mud.
Kalinda begins angrily pacing and making big gestures with the hand not holding the mic.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
This is professional wrestling, for fuck's sake! I was promised that there would be misunderstandings where I would either bump into or have co-workers bump into me leading to knock down, drag out brawls! Vendettas of blood sport begun over spilled drinks, contract signings that erupt into violence and then signed with the blood of your enemies, dark and broody edgelords that teleport in when the lights go out and flourish their trenchcoats and say 'It's nothing personal, kid.'
The Black Crusade's Kallie Klassic looks choked up for a moment, covering her mouth.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
I was informed that these things would be happening constantly, dammit! That by engaging in professional wrestling I'd be able to engage in some of the things that I miss so much from home.
The dragoness sorrowfully shakes her head.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
I've tried so, so hard! I've done my best to be the best… worst? Whatever! The most optimalest villain I could be! I've tried bantering on the Twittergramophone, but that doesn't seem to work. So because that's not working, I've put away the moon lasers of supervillainy and am abandoning all sense of style and what little capacity for subtlety that I'm capable of in order to deliver the verbal equivalent of bashing somebody in the head with a rock.
Kalinda takes a deep breath.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
This kind of neolithic savagery irks me to no end, that I have to resort to walking out here with my music playing, climbing into the ring, and being forced to monologue in front of the unwashed masses, rather than a cozy, intimate showdown between me, my would-be nemesis, and the invisible glass eye of the television camera. I have to actually walk out here with my own two feet and engage in the impersonal genericness of an in-ring callout promo.
She shudders.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
I feel so dirty. Okay, Kalinda, you can do this. You can personalize this some. It's not like you're having to stoop to insulting the crowd or, gods forbid, scraping the bottom of the barrel by insulting the professional sports team from the nearest major metropolitan area. If you don't get yourself a right and proper bantering nemesis, surely a call-out of this nature will at least get you into a fight that just may be able to draw itself out into an extended series of exciting stipulation matches. Okay. Call out. Insults. You're right in the middle of the ring, say something that will get one of the thin-skinned pissbabies you work with so be-sanded in their metaphorical and possibly literal vaginas that they will come out to shut you up.
The dragoness closes her eyes and draws in a deep breath.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
So what is the deal with your stupid round-world language and your stupid round-world names?
Kalinda winces and stomps a foot.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
FUCK! That's not insulting, that's fucking Jerry Seinfeld. Okay, okay, roll with it. Pro wrestling insults. Call out. Get somebody worked up so they can try to beat you up. You've left your squad of minions in the back, you're a five foot tall, bright pink dragoness. All the big strong, mean, nasty wrestlermens should recognize you being small, alone, and as vulnerable as can be, and to not attack you like this would mean that they're fucking terrified of getting their asses kicked by an itty bitty kobold.
Another deep breath.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Where I'm from names mean something. Names are descriptive. They're something that makes a statement, something that shows your identity to the rest of the world. I'm Kalinda Kriegsdottir because I'm a war orphan. War's daughter. My actual surname is the Elven word for war, and the dwarven patronymic. Multicultural. Krieg- being the word "war" from the aggressor party in a series of major wars, and -dottir being literally that. The term for "daughter" from a culture that lives in proximity to volcanos.
Kalinda raises her hand and slowly gestures to the crowd.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
But what do I find when I look around UPRISING? I see a Carter that has yet to make a single gods-damned cart since she's been here. A pair of Skies that aren't even close to being blue. A Kerberos who not only lacks even a single extra head, but who doesn't even have the decency to have spotted ring gear! Horsewomen without a single hoof between them and zero equestrian pursuits! Graham Clauson, who has nothing to do with either anti-masturbatory crackers nor pickles. We have a Gorgo who isn't a Gorgon, a Hanson who is not the Son of Hans, and worst of all!
Kalinda draws in a deep breath.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
We have a World Champion named Griffin Hawkins who is neither a Griffin, nor even one Hawk-Kin, let alone two! A man who is truly the Grape Nuts of UPRISING names. A man who has nothing to do with either of his aspects, though I can neither confirm nor deny his involvement with grapes, nuts, and assorted conglomerations of grapes and nuts.
You have Smiths who have never touched a hammer, Tailors who have never sewn even a single stitch, Wainwrights who have not wrought a single Wain. Whatever those are. You have so many descriptive names that don't describe you. Careers that you don't have. Things that you are not. And the mind absolutely boggles at the very idea that somebody, at some point thought "Yes, this is the action I perform that will define my lineage for generations to come!" and thus began the incestuous lineage of Dickinson.
It seems to take a moment for the crowd to get that one, and Kalinda smirks a bit at the sensible chuckles.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
So there! There you go, UPRISING! Since you're not going to come to Jesus, Jesus is going to come to you. So here I am saying "hola" and calling your names stupid. Out here, fulfilling the tropes, right in front of the crowd delivering personalized, yet generic insults, since the formulaic, rote trappings of professional wrestling are all some of you seem to understand.
Kalinda makes "come hither" motions at the entry ramp.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
I want a fight, and if I don't get one we can assume that all y'all back there are acknowledging that somehow the teeny tiny pink thing is the scariest fucking thing on the UPRISING roster.
Kalinda leans down a bit, rocking from side to side, stretching her legs in preparation for a fight.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
So many of you act so big and bad, so many of you think that you're the gods' gift to professional wrestling. And yet somehow y'all motherfuckers are so fucking fragile that you won't lift a hand against the mouthiest little shit since Jimmy Hart because you're afraid that I'll kick your ass and how the resulting embarrassment would damage your oh so important 'brand.'
Kalinda smirks.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Here I am, the supervillainous leader of an evil cult decidedly bereft of her evil cult! I've abandoned all hope of actual gods-damned witty banter in favor of engaging in ye olde cliche and generic angry and aggressive in-ring call out! Because hells know that when I actually put in significant effort in attempting to banter with a big bad scary man, woman, otherworldly entity, and/or fashion store maniquinn brought to life who exists only to display clothing on his/her/they/genderless trickster fey's artificial body I'm met with nothing but platitudes as empty and as your souls! Professional wrestling ill-needs such warriors as you!
Kalinda begins pulling off her leather glove.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
What IS a pro wrestler?
She literally throws down the gauntlet.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Judging from all the announcements on Twitter and in adverts and the like where y'all are screaming "I'M COMING!" the answer is a miserable little pile of secretions!
But enough talk, have at you!
Silence hangs in the air, stretching seconds into eternity, the question of who will answer Kalinda’s call lingering among the crowd. The audience murmurs, the dragoness waits… until finally the silence is rended by buzzsaw screeches, the mechanical whirl echoing from ringside to rafters. The lights go red, lending a touch of killing floor ambiance as the Sleigh Bells tune kicks in. “Leader of the Pack” plays and the Uprisers shower the entryway in welcome back applause. A white spotlight finds a figure standing with her back to the ring, ‘FEMINIST ICON’ emblazoned in pink across a black jacket. Her head lifts, and Regan Voorhees glances over her shoulder, all the way down the aisle, to her former tag partner standing in the ring. Regan turns, microphone in hand, still allowing the masses to drown her in nostalgia cheers. Her eyes stay on Kalinda, then close, as she raises the microphone to her blood red lips.
REGAN VOORHEES
Hi, Kalinda.
Regan’s eyes pop back open, meeting Kalinda’s halfway down the aisle in dueling beams of invisible power. A hush falls over the crowd, the lust for battle and blood and petty grudges overtaking them.
REGAN VOORHEES
How long has it been, Kalinda? Weeks, months? A year, even?
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Literally one day shy of a calendar year. Did you finally manage to find your missing scowl?
A scowl creeps across the Duchess of Pork’s face.
REGAN VOORHEES
Oh, have I ever. I’m sure you remember our last conversation, terribly one-sided as it was.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
We talked on Twitter the other day. About vampires.
REGAN VOORHEES
Oh, Kalinda. You know the conversation I’m talking about. The terrible one-sided talk after you and your goons obliterated me, the end of our then-historic title reign, the ever so tragic implosion of Swine Flew.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
I think you might be exaggerating things just a little bit. As far as backstabbing treacherous betrayals so, I thought I was very understanding and gentle. I didn't set you on fire, I didn't crash a car into you, I didn't attempt to deliver permanent injury, I didn't try to chew even one of your fingers off. Obliteration. Feh! You didn't even attempt to escape through a window like a coward!
Kalinda smirks.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Or is the obliteration we're talking about purely emotional?
REGAN VOORHEES
Sure, that night my heart was torn asunder, blah blah blah blah. But the too-long, didn’t-read version is that… I’m not quite over it. You know how us wrestle gals can get about our petty grievances. And when one isn’t even petty, but actually quite legitimate… Well, that’s the sort of thing that makes a lady want to slit you open and drink a tumbler full of whatever pours out, all the while tittering snidely.
The Necromancer Queen looks a bit unsettled and makes a disgusted face.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
My gods, that's horrible.
A beat.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
Why would you want to give yourself third degree burns like that? I thought that the dissolution of our tag team would be traumatizing for you, but I didn't think it would be THAT bad!
REGAN VOORHEES
Suppose I’m a glutton for both tiny cubes of cheese and for punishment. But enough talk… Consider your gauntlet picked up. Let’s settle this like a couple asocial something-or-others. The abridged way, less talky, more punchy.
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR
I socialize perfectly fine! Project fewer insecurities and project more fists!
THE GRUDGE MATCH TO END ALL GRUDGE MATCHES
KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR vs REGAN VOORHEES
The crowd goes absolutely bonkers. Regan shirks off her jacket and slides under the ropes, popping to her feet to square up with Kalinda. They stand there for a moment, chest to chest, seething in unison before a voice breaks out over the restless crowd, causing the identially cocked-back fists to freeze before flying.
JACKSON
Ladies. Ladies. Hey. Hold on a second.
The CEO stands at the top of the ramp, microphone in hand.
JACKSON
While I appreciate your enthusiasm, Kalinda... this wasn't quite what I think Steve had in mind when he pitched to me booking some time for you this evening. Congratulations on your record-breaking championship reign. Kudos on being what I consider one of the pillars of this company.
Regan sneers at that compliment, earning a snarl from Kalinda.
JACKSON
That being said, I'm afraid we're already pacing to be over on tonight's run time. How about we postpone this little melee of yours until the first REVOLUTION back after the holiday break? Just think about all the snarky barbs that can be traded in the meantime, building up to a headline match blowout to end all grudge matches.
Both seem like they're considering it even thought the crowd's not supportive at all.
THIS IS BULLSHIT!
LET THEM FIGHT!
THIS IS BULLSHIT!
LET THEM FIGHT!
Sighing audibly into the microphone, Jackson shakes his head.
JACKSON
Everyone here tonight will have first dibs on the tickets for that event at a 20% discount -- provided you purchase them at the box office tonight on your way out.
That seems to settle the crowd and he takes a few steps closer to the ring as security staff steps out and heads down the ramp. Reluctantly, both lower their clenched fists but make no move to step away from each other, those intense gazes of hatred still locked on each other before we head into another affiliate advertising break.
The CEO stands at the top of the ramp, microphone in hand.
JACKSON
While I appreciate your enthusiasm, Kalinda... this wasn't quite what I think Steve had in mind when he pitched to me booking some time for you this evening. Congratulations on your record-breaking championship reign. Kudos on being what I consider one of the pillars of this company.
Regan sneers at that compliment, earning a snarl from Kalinda.
JACKSON
That being said, I'm afraid we're already pacing to be over on tonight's run time. How about we postpone this little melee of yours until the first REVOLUTION back after the holiday break? Just think about all the snarky barbs that can be traded in the meantime, building up to a headline match blowout to end all grudge matches.
Both seem like they're considering it even thought the crowd's not supportive at all.
THIS IS BULLSHIT!
LET THEM FIGHT!
THIS IS BULLSHIT!
LET THEM FIGHT!
Sighing audibly into the microphone, Jackson shakes his head.
JACKSON
Everyone here tonight will have first dibs on the tickets for that event at a 20% discount -- provided you purchase them at the box office tonight on your way out.
That seems to settle the crowd and he takes a few steps closer to the ring as security staff steps out and heads down the ramp. Reluctantly, both lower their clenched fists but make no move to step away from each other, those intense gazes of hatred still locked on each other before we head into another affiliate advertising break.
UWL Eruption - 12/10/22
Nashville, TN, - Municipal Auditorium
Tag Team Match
Dayna Barrett & Rylee Poverly vs. Gia Keller & Elektra Tola
Singles Match
El Gran Galaxia vs. Evan Atlas
Singles Match
Leonardo vs. Dylan Balfour
Singles Match
Chris Crippler vs. Katashi Hirayama
Singles Match
"The Weatherman" Jackson Burnside vs. Matt Ryker
Singles Match
Anthony Cross vs. Ace Sky
Eight Man Tag Team Match
Billy Danielson, Nick Danger, Drake Beckett, & Levi Sutton vs. Robert Daniels, Daron Smythe, Garlan Brown, & Silas Adler
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CUT TO:
INT. BACKSTAGE
CUT TO:
PRE-RECORDED SEGMENT
Molly Hatchet sits in a chair by Gorilla position, cheering fans on the other side of the heavy black curtains loud enough to be heard cheering and carrying on as they do. She's decked out in her black and green Ginger Ninja gear, hands heavily taped, hood on her vest drawn up, staring at the floor. She wrings her hands, legs jittering with nerves. The anxiety within her is clearly overwhelming and yet in her eyes is such a deep focus. She knows she's being recorded.
MOLLY HATCHET
I'm this close to my lifelong dream coming true. On the other side of that curtain tonight, I step up to face one of my best friends and someone I've respected ever since I met him so many years ago. Griffin Hawkins is one of the absolute best wrestlers in the world and to face him, to even share a ring with him, is a great honor. There's been a few that take him for granted, but not I. He's taught me and surprisingly, I even had a few things to teach him in turn.
Clasping her hands together, she rests her forehead against her thumb joints, eyes closed.
MOLLY HATCHET
Tha biggest challenge of me professional career stands before me. I'm nervous, maybe even a bit scared for tha first time e'er. Part of me questions me worth... do I even deserve ta be in this ring tonight? I've had others tell me so and some go out of their way to say I've no business in any ring.
She draws in a long inhale through her nostrils, filling her lungs before letting out a loud and long exhale through purse lips.
MOLLY HATCHET
I've not been grateful to anyone or anything for awhile now. I let some personal feelings drag me and this company down. I've let people down, embarrassed myself. I've done so much wrong and made so many mistakes. Uprisin's been me home fer a long time now... probably one of tha longest runs I've had with a company fer some time. I've let greed, pettiness, and selfish choices ruin me standin' here, tryin' ta pick fights with any and all and fer what? Shite said on a dyin' social media platform that I dinnae like...
Molly chuckles bitterly while shaking her head, moisture building in her eyes.
MOLLY HATCHET
Tonight's tha most important night of me life, and I nearly jeopardized it... jeopardized me career... all because someone pointed out some shite that was really inconvenient. Ya know there's a man that was hit by a fuckin' car that's dyin' in a hospital that didn't complain one goddamn bit about it, let along throw tha bitch fit I did over somethin' so minor as an inconvenient truth. Tha fuck happened to me hide and spine, yeah?
Sitting up, Molly stomps her foot and scoffs in disgust at herself, arms crossed over her chest.
MOLLY HATCHET
The fuck is wrong with me? Well tonight, I enter that match lookin' ta be not tha disappointment I've been but ta be tha absolute best I can because chances are, win or lose, tonight could be me very last night as a professional wrestler and if I'm ta go out, then I wanna go out doin' and bein' tha best I absolutely can be because Uprising, Griffin Hawkins, and tha fans deserve better than they've gotten out of me.
She thumps her fist against her chest.
MOLLY HATCHET
I donnae want ta be known as tha bitch that cannae work with anyone... that's trouble personified! I'm tired of bein' tha Toxic Avenger of professional wrestlin' yeah! I want ta be here! Be someone worthy of championhood! Worthy of wearin' tha company on her small powerful shoulders! I know I can be but now's tha time ta go out there and fuckin' PROVE that I am worthy of Uprising! I came here because I wanted ta be part of tha fuckin' Revolution!!!
Molly rises from her chair, kicking it back and away from her with a clatter, causing some in the background to suddenly be startled.
MOLLY HATCHET
Do ye remember that? Tha words I said when I came here? I'LL HAVE ME REVOLUTION AND IT WILL BE TELEVISED!!!! LET'S FUCKIN' GOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
The Ginger Ninja turns and storms off, the mixed reaction of the crowd through the curtain following her, as if they're reacting to her declarations.
INT. BACKSTAGE
The locker room doors are wide open, for the world to see and hear. We look inside to see Ross Hanson now showered and dressed, casually tossing the rest of his gear into a non-descript gym bag. Throwing the strap over his shoulder, he stands up tall and appears to be…not upset about losing?
ROSS HANSON
…'cause I've been acting like sour milk all on the floor, it's your fault you didn't shut the refrigerator, maybe that's the reason I've been acting so co-o-o-old…
Why is it that wrestlers always pretend they don’t see the camera a few feet away, taping them sing “The Sweet Escape” by Gwen Stefani featuring Akon to themselves while leaving a locker room about to be confronted by Marisol Vilaro, Summer Page and Chris Mosh?
ROSS HANSON
If I could escape…re-createee a place as my own world…
Ross turns around just as he is about to be approached, grabbing his almost-forgotten bottle of Ale8 on the bench.
ROSS HANSON
…and I could be your favorite gi-i-irl…
Soon coming into view is the entire One Precent in front of them is none other than Marsiol Vilaro herself, who stands with her arms crossed over her chest, highly upset at what had occurred earlier.
MARISOL VILARO
Okay, what on earth was that? You had that match won but instead you try and stop me, get yourself distracted and fall short 'cause of that? You got a lot of work to do if you want to be the elite. Seriously, you let that moron Ace Sky beat you.
The disdain in her voice can be heard.
MARISOL VILARO
Winning is the name of the game, and that choice of yours cost you.
Ross merely shrugs.
ROSS HANSON
Not by much, the checks here in Reno bounce like concrete.
MARISOL VILARO
Ross, I'm serious.
ROSS HANSON
So am I. Look. You really have helped me become a better person. You inspired me to kick the booze back in August. But now that I'm clean, I want to stay that way. I'd rather lose clean than win dirty. If that's how you do things, I'm sorry. I can't be a part of this.
Ross adjusts his grip on his bags, looking at Marisol with an almost regretful look on his face.
ROSS HANSON
But hey, you seem to be doing just fine without me, right?I mean, what was I gonna contribute to the group other than being able to push our rental car around if it ran out of gas-
MARISOL VILARO
AHORA!
Summer Page and Chris Mosh bum rush Ross, sending him backwards into the wall! Ross drops his drink and his bags, getting ready to try and fight back. However, it is two against one and he was bumrushed with his hands full. Ross goes to the floor, taking stomps while Marisol screams down at him.
MARISOL VILARO
After all I HAVE DONE FOR YOU, THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?! You think it's cool to play me like that?! You could of been something, but instead chose this?! You’re the one making us do this, Ross!
Summer and Mosh take turns laying down blows on Ross, even though he fights back up to his feet at one point. He is sent back down when two kicks hit him in the stomach at the exact same time.
MARISOL VILARO
BASTA!
Holding up a hand, she directs Summer and Chris to back off. They both do so, watching Ross roll around on the floor.
MARISOL VILARO
I am very disappointed in you, Ross…
ROSS HANSON
Yeah, I know. Me too.
Seething, Marisol storms off with Summer Page and Chris Mosh following in tow, although slower. Ross rolls back over to grab the Ale8 from the floor, laying on his back while trying to drink the last few drops.
ROSS HANSON
…'cause I've been acting like sour milk all on the floor, it's your fault you didn't shut the refrigerator, maybe that's the reason I've been acting so co-o-o-old…
Why is it that wrestlers always pretend they don’t see the camera a few feet away, taping them sing “The Sweet Escape” by Gwen Stefani featuring Akon to themselves while leaving a locker room about to be confronted by Marisol Vilaro, Summer Page and Chris Mosh?
ROSS HANSON
If I could escape…re-createee a place as my own world…
Ross turns around just as he is about to be approached, grabbing his almost-forgotten bottle of Ale8 on the bench.
ROSS HANSON
…and I could be your favorite gi-i-irl…
Soon coming into view is the entire One Precent in front of them is none other than Marsiol Vilaro herself, who stands with her arms crossed over her chest, highly upset at what had occurred earlier.
MARISOL VILARO
Okay, what on earth was that? You had that match won but instead you try and stop me, get yourself distracted and fall short 'cause of that? You got a lot of work to do if you want to be the elite. Seriously, you let that moron Ace Sky beat you.
The disdain in her voice can be heard.
MARISOL VILARO
Winning is the name of the game, and that choice of yours cost you.
Ross merely shrugs.
ROSS HANSON
Not by much, the checks here in Reno bounce like concrete.
MARISOL VILARO
Ross, I'm serious.
ROSS HANSON
So am I. Look. You really have helped me become a better person. You inspired me to kick the booze back in August. But now that I'm clean, I want to stay that way. I'd rather lose clean than win dirty. If that's how you do things, I'm sorry. I can't be a part of this.
Ross adjusts his grip on his bags, looking at Marisol with an almost regretful look on his face.
ROSS HANSON
But hey, you seem to be doing just fine without me, right?I mean, what was I gonna contribute to the group other than being able to push our rental car around if it ran out of gas-
MARISOL VILARO
AHORA!
Summer Page and Chris Mosh bum rush Ross, sending him backwards into the wall! Ross drops his drink and his bags, getting ready to try and fight back. However, it is two against one and he was bumrushed with his hands full. Ross goes to the floor, taking stomps while Marisol screams down at him.
MARISOL VILARO
After all I HAVE DONE FOR YOU, THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?! You think it's cool to play me like that?! You could of been something, but instead chose this?! You’re the one making us do this, Ross!
Summer and Mosh take turns laying down blows on Ross, even though he fights back up to his feet at one point. He is sent back down when two kicks hit him in the stomach at the exact same time.
MARISOL VILARO
BASTA!
Holding up a hand, she directs Summer and Chris to back off. They both do so, watching Ross roll around on the floor.
MARISOL VILARO
I am very disappointed in you, Ross…
ROSS HANSON
Yeah, I know. Me too.
Seething, Marisol storms off with Summer Page and Chris Mosh following in tow, although slower. Ross rolls back over to grab the Ale8 from the floor, laying on his back while trying to drink the last few drops.
CUT TO:
PRE-RECORDED SEGMENT
Molly Hatchet sits in a chair by Gorilla position, cheering fans on the other side of the heavy black curtains loud enough to be heard cheering and carrying on as they do. She's decked out in her black and green Ginger Ninja gear, hands heavily taped, hood on her vest drawn up, staring at the floor. She wrings her hands, legs jittering with nerves. The anxiety within her is clearly overwhelming and yet in her eyes is such a deep focus. She knows she's being recorded.
MOLLY HATCHET
I'm this close to my lifelong dream coming true. On the other side of that curtain tonight, I step up to face one of my best friends and someone I've respected ever since I met him so many years ago. Griffin Hawkins is one of the absolute best wrestlers in the world and to face him, to even share a ring with him, is a great honor. There's been a few that take him for granted, but not I. He's taught me and surprisingly, I even had a few things to teach him in turn.
Clasping her hands together, she rests her forehead against her thumb joints, eyes closed.
MOLLY HATCHET
Tha biggest challenge of me professional career stands before me. I'm nervous, maybe even a bit scared for tha first time e'er. Part of me questions me worth... do I even deserve ta be in this ring tonight? I've had others tell me so and some go out of their way to say I've no business in any ring.
She draws in a long inhale through her nostrils, filling her lungs before letting out a loud and long exhale through purse lips.
MOLLY HATCHET
I've not been grateful to anyone or anything for awhile now. I let some personal feelings drag me and this company down. I've let people down, embarrassed myself. I've done so much wrong and made so many mistakes. Uprisin's been me home fer a long time now... probably one of tha longest runs I've had with a company fer some time. I've let greed, pettiness, and selfish choices ruin me standin' here, tryin' ta pick fights with any and all and fer what? Shite said on a dyin' social media platform that I dinnae like...
Molly chuckles bitterly while shaking her head, moisture building in her eyes.
MOLLY HATCHET
Tonight's tha most important night of me life, and I nearly jeopardized it... jeopardized me career... all because someone pointed out some shite that was really inconvenient. Ya know there's a man that was hit by a fuckin' car that's dyin' in a hospital that didn't complain one goddamn bit about it, let along throw tha bitch fit I did over somethin' so minor as an inconvenient truth. Tha fuck happened to me hide and spine, yeah?
Sitting up, Molly stomps her foot and scoffs in disgust at herself, arms crossed over her chest.
MOLLY HATCHET
The fuck is wrong with me? Well tonight, I enter that match lookin' ta be not tha disappointment I've been but ta be tha absolute best I can because chances are, win or lose, tonight could be me very last night as a professional wrestler and if I'm ta go out, then I wanna go out doin' and bein' tha best I absolutely can be because Uprising, Griffin Hawkins, and tha fans deserve better than they've gotten out of me.
She thumps her fist against her chest.
MOLLY HATCHET
I donnae want ta be known as tha bitch that cannae work with anyone... that's trouble personified! I'm tired of bein' tha Toxic Avenger of professional wrestlin' yeah! I want ta be here! Be someone worthy of championhood! Worthy of wearin' tha company on her small powerful shoulders! I know I can be but now's tha time ta go out there and fuckin' PROVE that I am worthy of Uprising! I came here because I wanted ta be part of tha fuckin' Revolution!!!
Molly rises from her chair, kicking it back and away from her with a clatter, causing some in the background to suddenly be startled.
MOLLY HATCHET
Do ye remember that? Tha words I said when I came here? I'LL HAVE ME REVOLUTION AND IT WILL BE TELEVISED!!!! LET'S FUCKIN' GOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
The Ginger Ninja turns and storms off, the mixed reaction of the crowd through the curtain following her, as if they're reacting to her declarations.
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INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING.
WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP CONTENDER
SAMANTHA TOLSON vs CHRIS MOSH
As referee Stef Delano signals for the bell, Mosh and Tolson stand across the ring from one another. A quick cut shows Jace Parker Davidson sitting at ringside in support of Sam as a strong chant breaks out around the arena for her. This is a huge rematch for the two and the stakes couldn't be higher. Mosh and Tolson begin to circle one another, crouching down into wrestling stances. After a beat, they move to the middle and lock up.
Tolson quickly turns it into a wrist lock then transitions into a hammer lock. The VIP winces and grabs at his shoulder as she forces the chicken wing deeper. A few seconds pass, then he bends down and reverses the hold, now wrenching her arm behind her back.
She looks for a reversal but can’t find the positioning, so she sends a hard elbow back into his grill. A second loosens his grip and she twists around and yanks him into an arm drag. She maintains an armbar with him on his back. He rolls backward, untwisting his arm and stands. She follows, rising up with him, still locked on his elbow.
He knees her in the breadbasket and frees his arm then throws a forearm into the side of her jaw that weakens her knees. He leans back to ready another, but before he can fire she recovers and moves under his strike. Behind him now, she locks him belly to back and flips backward, sending him sailing overhead with a suplex!
Mosh skids across the canvas and gets up against the ropes as the crowd cheers at his pain. Tolson runs at him and clotheslines him over the top rope! Both spill out of the ring and onto the floor. Delano starts the count as both wrestlers feel the cost of hitting the thinly padded concrete floor at speed.
Tolson is up first. She grabs the VIP by the neck and jaw and drags him to his feet, before turning to whip him along ringside. The momentum carries him shoulder first into the steel steps. He twists around the pole and sinks to the floor holding his upper arm area.
In the ring, Delano shouts out six. Tolson finds Mosh and forces him to his feet before rolling him onto the apron and under the bottom rope. She pulls herself up by the middle and top ropes before ducking through.
He rolls to the middle of the ring, still holding that arm. He slowly gets up onto his knees. The Missouri River Amazon sees an opportunity. She darts past him, running for the opposite set of ropes. After bouncing off, she speeds back at him. MIND YOUR HEAD (V-Trigger Knee Strike)!!! The VIP falls forward and eats the canvas. She pushes him over onto his back and hooks a leg for the cover!
ONE! TWO! THR—NO!
Mosh forces his good shoulder off the mat at the last second as the crowd boos. She grabs him by the wrist of his worked arm and drags him over to the nearest corner, then torques on the joint to force him to his feet. He shoves her back and throws a looping right hand. She moves under it then grabs him around the collar. He’s lifted off his feet and forced back first into the turnbuckles. She then grabs the top rope and executes the NIHON E NO ŌDO (Ode to Japan)! Systematically she breaks him down with kicks, going back and forth from her right leg to left leg. The pain on the VIP’s face is evident as the punishment continues, until finally the referee separates them after a five count.
Tolson walks back to the middle of the ring while the ref turns to Mosh. The VIP waves off the welfare check and Dalano moves aside. Seeing her moment, Tolson runs forward at full speed. Mosh RUNS FORWARD! SUPERKICK! She snaps backward and lands hard on her back! Here’s the cover!
ONE! TWO! THR—NO!
Tolson fires an arm into the air. Mosh stands up while Tolson rolls over, holding her back. He tries shaking the pain from his arm before focusing in on his opponent. He begins to stomp Tolson up and down her body, making sure to keep up with her as she tries to escape the pounding shots. Eventually she makes it to the nearest bottom rope and Delano forces Mosh back to the middle of the ring.
Tolson shows a little fatigue as she climbs to her feet, as those stomps definitely did a number on her core. She thumbs her nose and moves forward with the full support of the fans, as well as JPD at ringside.
Mosh tries to lock her up but Tolson swiftly moves around him, showcasing an impressive evasion technique to seize Mosh from his back with a Kate Hajime! NIGHTFALL (Tazzmission Plex)!!! Mosh lands HARD on the back of his neck before flopping over onto his stomach! The building is rocking as she pushes him onto his back and covers for the pin!
ONE! TWO! THR—NO!
Tolson sits up in disbelief. Delano is pointing at Mosh’s foot, which just barely has found the nearby bottom rope! She stands, pulling him up with her by his hair. It takes a few seconds, but finally he’s on his feet. She hits him with two forearm shots, backing him up against the ropes. She then takes his bad arm, turns and whips him across the ring. He stops after two steps, then reverses it, sending her flying ahead. She hits the ropes and charges back. He drops down on his stomach. She steps over, stops and turns. He sits up. She aims a kick right at his head. He blocks it, locks her leg, and stands with it.
She’s hopping on one leg. He yanks her toward him into a belly to belly lock before flinging her over head with ease. Her lower neck and shoulders hit the mat hard before she flattens out. He wastes no time shoving her onto her stomach and then reaches down to lock her around the waist. With great effort, he deadlifts her off the canvas and flips backward with a German suplex!
The crowd boos as he turns her over and lifts again for a second! And here comes a third! Tolson crashes hard, flips over onto her stomach, and then rolls onto her back. Mosh scrambles on top of her and hooks a leg!
ONE! TWO! THR—KICK OUT!
She digs down deep to escape the count. Mosh is reminding people tonight he’s no slouch either when it comes to tossing opponents around. He rolls away, taking a moment to recover from the damage sustained by her repeated attacks. For her part, she gets on her hands and knees before standing and seeking one of the corners to catch her breath.
The VIP gets up and walks after her. She steps forward, meeting him head on with a forearm shot. He rocks backward, but fires back with one of his own. They trade back and forth, until she breaks the pattern with a straight kick to his abdomen. He doubles over right into a rising knee strike that nearly topples him, but she catches him by the neck and leads him over into the corner. He goes face first into the turnbuckle five times before she grabs him around the waist and hoists him into the air before sitting him on top. Fans around the building stand up as she climbs up behind him! Carefully she positions herself before jumping up and hooking her legs under his armpits. VICTORY DROP OMEGA (Victory Star Drop)!!!!
NO! Mosh GRABS THE TURNBUCKLE! Tolson flies backward and lands HARD on her back! She rolls around, grabbing at the upper neck area just below her skull! The VIP stands up and turns around to face inward. Tolson doesn’t see him coming. She loses her ring awareness and ends up perpendicular to the corner! He leaps into the air! 450 SPLASH!
SHE MOVES! He lands hard on the canvas, bounces in the air, and lands to the side cradling his stomach in agony. She drags herself over to the ropes and climbs one by one until she’s on her feet. Mosh has rolled all the way to the middle of the ring as he continues to nurse those ribs. Tolson walks on tired legs over to his feet and grabs both by the ankle. She then lifts them, folds the left under the right, and hooks through with her arms before turning him over onto his stomach.
TEXAS CLOVERLEAF!
Mosh’s face is taught from pain as he screams out. She wrenches back hard, putting as much pressure on his lower back as possible. The ballroom is thundering with applause as thousands stand to watch the VIP finally succumb to the end they believe he deserves. With victory so close, she puts every ounce of strength she has left to folding his legs behind his back.
But out of nowhere, Jessica Anderson comes bolting out of the back and running full speed down to the ring! As some fans take notice, their boos begin to eek through the wall of cheers.
Jessica jumps up onto the apron and starts screaming at the ref, but Delano is close in with Mosh and doesn’t notice her yet. JPD, however, does! He hops over the barricade! The crowd pops as he runs around to the ramp side of the ring and yanks her feet off the apron! She drops down and smashes her face on the canvas before flipping backward onto the floor! He walks away, leaving her unconscious body behind.
In the ring, Mosh has his hand held up! The pain might be too much to bear! Everyone holds their breath as it starts to fall to the canvas…
NO! Mosh closes it into a tight fist and he begins to crawl for the ropes! Tolson tries to hold him into position, but as strong as she is, it’s a lot of mass she’s giving up. The VIP pulls himself inch by inch, until finally his right hand touches the taped cable and curls around it!
Delano orders Tolson to break. She reluctantly lets go, but not after giving one last torque for good measure before standing and stumbling away on rubbery legs. She finds the nearest corner and rests against the turnbuckle.
Mosh drags himself all the way to the edge of the apron before falling down to the mat. There, standing only a few feet away, is JPD. He crouches down and eyes Mosh. He looks to be saying something to the VIP but it’s too low for the microphones to pick up.
Slowly Mosh reaches up to grab on the ring skirt as Delano reaches the five count. He pulls himself up, stopping only to give a JPD a confused who the fuck are you look.
CHRIS MOSH
Oh, I’ll take a Macchiato with almond milk as soon as I’m done here.
JPD flips the bird as the VIP climbs slowly back into the ring. He rises up on the apron and bends down to climb in, but the moment he sticks his head through the ropes he eats a boot from Tolson.
She’s on him like a guard dog, dragging him through the ropes and into the ring. She drops down and starts raining down strikes. He struggles to defend but manages to block most of them. The few that get through, however, hurt. A lot.
Mosh rolls over onto his belly and scrambles away. She’s up and after him with a new found fury. She grabs his left ankle and stops him from scurrying out the other side of the ring. He rolls over and kicks her grip off his foot before backing up into the ropes. He climbs up just as she moves in.
He rushes forward and nails her with a clothesline that sends her end over end. He falls forward onto his knees and shakes the sweat off his face before turning to crawl toward her for a cover.
When he gets there, he eats a punch to the face that flattens him. She rolls over on top of his back and sits up. With one hand pulling back on his hair, she throws a handful of forearm shots into the side of his face. Then, quick as a whip, she stands and moves around in front of him.
She snakes her left arm under his neck and locks his face under her arm, then applies the right amount of tension to force him to stand or have the blood cut off from his brain and be rendered unconscious. Once he’s on his feet, she signals for the BEAUTIFUL OBLIVION (Cross Rhodes)!!!
Mosh grabs her left leg behind the knee and hooks it up into his chest. He then reaches up, wraps his arm around her neck and yanks her down. He then hoists her up into the air… MOSH PLEX (Fisherman’s Suplex)!!!! Tolson flips over and lands like a brick on the canvas! Mosh bridges for the pin!
ONE! TWO! THREE!!!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): CHRIS MOSH
SEASON 10 | EPISODE I
DECEMBER 5, 2022
THE WAREHOUSE - [HOLLYWOOD, CA.]
5,300 MAX CAPACITY
Siete Suerte VS Raven Crowe
Serenity Holmes VS Johanna Abt
Sylvie Thorn VS Heathcoate
HEADLINE
TRIOS TAG TEAM MATCH
'Queen' Bianca Davis, Veronica Taylor, & Yulia Perez VS
Gianna Gucci, Anthony Cross©, & Cass Baumer
[SPONSORED BY: BodySlam! Cannabis Extracts]
MAIN EVENT
TRIANGLE TAG TEAM MATCH
Jaxon Scott© & Summer, WARRIOR PRINCESS VS Power & Chaos
VS Brandi "The Don" & Alan Envy©
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CUT TO:
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED SEGMENT
"Spoiled" Summer Page is with Marisol Vilaró and Enigma at Kross Fit gym, obviously just finishing up her training.
MARISOL VILARÓ
You've looked great today, girl. You are ready to step into the ring with Gorgo.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Damn right I am! It is why I have been busting my ass to get ready for Saturday night. She might enjoy hearing herself talk or reading her own tweets but I know she can handle herself inside the ring. She's got that record to back it up – one that she keeps rubbing in all our faces.
The two women both roll their eyes in sync.
MARISOL VILARÓ
She might have some talent but she is literally the worst person ever. I didn't think I could ever share the same opinion with some of my enemies about anything but here we are. She is insufferable.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Some trashy people bring that out in the masses.
MARISOL VILARÓ
That's for sure. But you finally get to step into the ring with her.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
As much as Gorgo thinks she is one of a kind special talent she is actually one of a million. A carbon copy of the majority of the people who step to the One Percent. Somebody who can only say that they will tear you limb from limb, all while attempting to gaslight people. And I mean who even cares who her father is? She might as well be sharing brain cells with Serenity Holmes for how original her takes are.
MARISOL VILARÓ
That sounds all too familiar and something we have seen billions of times. We will both silence those little legacies in due time.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
I know right, girl? But I have got to say that I can appreciate that, Mari.
MARISOL VILARÓ
Ew! You can?
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
I mean not the person herself. Gorgo is gutter trash but we will do whatever it takes to win, right? That's what seperates us from the rest of the losers in this company.
MARISOL VILARÓ
That is very true.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
So that I can appreciate it. But for the most part Gorgo has been all talk. Not just with me but with everyone. Bragging about gifting Kevin his championship? Like as if he didn't get that done all on his own, despite her involvement? I mean, sure, she can handle herself in the ring and that is why she has yet to lose a match. But in her short time in this business, she's spent more of her time trolling…
MARISOL VILARÓ
Because that is all she really has.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Exactly! Unlike the One Percent, unlike myself because I am on a much higher path then she is. I want the rubber match with Griffin and more importantly I want that Uprising World Championship back. Because when we all get down to the brass taxes of it all, I am the franchise of UPRISING. I need that championship back in my possession!!!
MARISOL VILARÓ
You definitely will, girl. We have gotten rid of all of those losers that attempted to use us to become or stay relevant.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
That's right, Mari, the dead weight is gone. I got you and Chris by my side. I have the big guy, Enigma, watching my back.
She turns to look back at him and he nods.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
…and I have my focus squarely on defeating Gorgo and continuing on my path to getting the MY World Championship back.
MARISOL VILARÓ
Talk all you want, Gorgo. All that talking won't outwork Summer in the ring and you'll just be a footnote in the UPRISING history books. You will soon be forgotten, diminished just like your brother Jack has been. 2023 will be our year. Summer and the rest of One Percent will be the headline grabbers – watch and see.
MARISOL VILARÓ
You've looked great today, girl. You are ready to step into the ring with Gorgo.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Damn right I am! It is why I have been busting my ass to get ready for Saturday night. She might enjoy hearing herself talk or reading her own tweets but I know she can handle herself inside the ring. She's got that record to back it up – one that she keeps rubbing in all our faces.
The two women both roll their eyes in sync.
MARISOL VILARÓ
She might have some talent but she is literally the worst person ever. I didn't think I could ever share the same opinion with some of my enemies about anything but here we are. She is insufferable.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Some trashy people bring that out in the masses.
MARISOL VILARÓ
That's for sure. But you finally get to step into the ring with her.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
As much as Gorgo thinks she is one of a kind special talent she is actually one of a million. A carbon copy of the majority of the people who step to the One Percent. Somebody who can only say that they will tear you limb from limb, all while attempting to gaslight people. And I mean who even cares who her father is? She might as well be sharing brain cells with Serenity Holmes for how original her takes are.
MARISOL VILARÓ
That sounds all too familiar and something we have seen billions of times. We will both silence those little legacies in due time.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
I know right, girl? But I have got to say that I can appreciate that, Mari.
MARISOL VILARÓ
Ew! You can?
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
I mean not the person herself. Gorgo is gutter trash but we will do whatever it takes to win, right? That's what seperates us from the rest of the losers in this company.
MARISOL VILARÓ
That is very true.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
So that I can appreciate it. But for the most part Gorgo has been all talk. Not just with me but with everyone. Bragging about gifting Kevin his championship? Like as if he didn't get that done all on his own, despite her involvement? I mean, sure, she can handle herself in the ring and that is why she has yet to lose a match. But in her short time in this business, she's spent more of her time trolling…
MARISOL VILARÓ
Because that is all she really has.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
Exactly! Unlike the One Percent, unlike myself because I am on a much higher path then she is. I want the rubber match with Griffin and more importantly I want that Uprising World Championship back. Because when we all get down to the brass taxes of it all, I am the franchise of UPRISING. I need that championship back in my possession!!!
MARISOL VILARÓ
You definitely will, girl. We have gotten rid of all of those losers that attempted to use us to become or stay relevant.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
That's right, Mari, the dead weight is gone. I got you and Chris by my side. I have the big guy, Enigma, watching my back.
She turns to look back at him and he nods.
"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
…and I have my focus squarely on defeating Gorgo and continuing on my path to getting the MY World Championship back.
MARISOL VILARÓ
Talk all you want, Gorgo. All that talking won't outwork Summer in the ring and you'll just be a footnote in the UPRISING history books. You will soon be forgotten, diminished just like your brother Jack has been. 2023 will be our year. Summer and the rest of One Percent will be the headline grabbers – watch and see.
CUT TO:
INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING.
SUMMER PAGE vs GORGO
Summer is still making her way around the ring as Rhianna serenades the arena. Though the Spoiled Princess’s relationship with the fans in Reno has been ebb and flow, there are more than pockets in the stands cheering for her. Gorgo is leaning against the ropes across the ring from her opponent. Neil Rana is in between them. Summer flicks her nails at Gorgo while making her way to the middle of the ring where she makes one last pose for the camera.
The music fades out. Summer is positioned toward the left side of the squared circle by Rana. Gorgo is still leaning into the ropes with her arms behind her back. Rana checks with each wrestler before looking forward and signaling the start of the match.
Summer moves forward. Gorgo doesn’t move, not at first. After the Spoiled Princess takes two more steps, the Mad Queen launches forward in a full sprint. In less than a second she’s passing the middle of the ring. Summer goes in for a collar and elbow tie-up… GORGO LEAPS INTO THE AIR AND NAILS A RUNNING KNEE TO THE FACE!
Summer flops backward and is down! The crowd is in shock as Gorgo drops down for the cover! She hooks a leg. Rana, caught off guard, is slow to drop down. Here’s the count!
ONE! TWO!! THR…NO! KICKOUT!
Summer’s arm darts into the air a split second before the match could be brought to an early stoppage. Gorgo sits up and grabs Rana by the collar. The ref fights his shirt free before pointing a threatening finger in her face.
Summer rolls onto her stomach and crawls over to the ropes. A ringside camera reveals a little blood running out of both nostrils before the scene cuts back to ring view. The Mad Queen grabs one of her ankles and drags her back to the middle of the ring before kicking her hard in the side twice.
Summer rolls over and catches a third kick, then shoves it aside before rolling quickly away and popping to her feet. She seems a little uneasy from that knee shot, but is ready to fight with her hands up.
Gorgo moves in and goes to grapple but Summer shows off her superior speed, ducking to the left and moving around her opponent. Gorgo spins around to eat a front kick to the spleen, causing her to double over. Summer pulls her head first into a lock before dropping down for a DDT! She floats over for the pin!
ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!
Gorgo presses Summer into the air, sending her flipping over next to her. Both women then lift the legs up and back before kipping up to their feet. The crowd pops for the display of athleticism. Gorgo swings her elbow at her opponent’s already blood-dripping nose but Summer once again takes advantage of her quickness to move underneath before swinging around to the front to throw a hard forearm into the Mad Queen’s jaw, followed by a second and then a third.
The impact forces her backward several steps until she plants her feet and throws a left hook that cracks Summer across the face, whipping her head to the side and twisting her into the nearby corner. Gorgo moves after her but Rana cuts her off as he goes in to speak to the complaining Spoiled Princess. She’s pointing from her face and then to Gorgo’s hand.
Rana comes back to issue a warning to the Mad Queen for using a closed fist. The fans boo loudly as many of them remember Rana’s ties to the 1% back in the day and wonder if he’s been paid off.
Gorgo pushes Rana aside and runs at Summer. She leans back into the turnbuckle and sends the bottoms of her boots into the other woman’s face, stunning her. The Spoiled Princess then quickly pushes her way up to stand on the top rope.
Gorgo shakes off the chin shot to look up just in time to see Summer leaping off the ropes and locking her in a headscissors. The Spoiled Princess then drops backward and around with a hurricanrana! The momentum sends Gorgo through the ropes and flipping over to land HARD backfirst on the outside floor!
Summer wipes her mouth. When she sees the blood on her hand she flips out on Rana, yelling at him loud enough for the ambient microphones to catch her screaming about how he’s supposed to protect her from that psycho bitch. Rana shakes his head and tells her that’s not his job. She huffs and turns her attention back to her opponent.
Gorgo is holding her back while slowly getting to her feet a few feet from the ring. Summer slides out under the bottom rope and rushes to nail a forearm across the other woman’s back, sending her stumbling forward. She then grabs Gorgo by the head, turns, and drops down with a shoulder neckbreaker.
Summer sits up on her knees and blows a kiss to the fans at ringside, several of which are wearing her latest #PurePerfection t-shirt available now online at UPRISING’s online shop. Before Gorgo can move away, Summer grabs a handful of her hair and drags her up to her feet, then leads her face first into the nearest ring post. Gorgo’s head whips backward before dropping down to her hands and knees.
Rana calls out eight, prompting Summer to briefly roll in the ring to reset the count before sliding back out. Her hands find the exposed skin of Gorgo’s lower back and drags ten long nails down to the hem of her tights. She then lifts her right boot and slams it hard right on her spine. The impact flattens the Mad Queen out.
Summer struts around the other woman before bending down to grab a bunch of hair. As Gorgo is forced to her feet, blood can be seen dotting the black floor pad. As her face lifts into view, blood is draining down her face from where that ring post split her left eyebrow open.
SUMMER
THAT’S WHAT YOU GET, BITCH!
Is that a smile on Gorgo’s face before Summer turns to shove the bigger woman under the bottom rope and into the ring. Summer reaches to pull herself up quickly onto the apron before oh so slowly bending over to step through the ropes. Gorgo is on her feet but facing the wrong way. Summer capitalizes. She jumps up, puts both knees into her opponent’s back, then yanks down… SPOILED ROTTEN (Backstabber)! Gorgo bounces into the air before flopping over onto her belly. Summer moves fast, rolling her onto her back and hooking a leg for the pin.
ONE! TWO! THR— KICK OUT!
As Summer stands, it’s clear her experience as a professional wrestler has been a significant advantage thus far. She kicks Gorgo in the chest, sending her rolling away from the impact. She follows after, landing two more to the upper back.
Gorgo ends up on her back. Summer hurries around to grab for her left leg and immediately begins to kick the hamstring area, likely softening her up for the Perfect 10. Gorgo grabs at her leg and seemingly appears unable to escape the ankle lock, strange given all her experience in judo and other mat-based martial arts.
Summer drags Gorgo around and shows impressive strength by dragging Gorgo into the deep waters of the ring, far away from the ropes. She then steps over with one leg, twisting herself around that knee to apply the PERFECT 10 (Figure 8 Leg Lock)!!!
Summer turns around to reach for the other leg but it’s not there. It’s aimed straight at the Spoiled Princess’s face. The boot slams into her cheek and forehead, sending her flopping backward to the mat. Gorgo rolls over and presses herself to her feet. As she stands, blood is dripping down the left side of her face. She wipes it with her hands and then looks at it with a jagged, open grin. Her eyes then roll to the left and her head follows to see Summer crawling over to a corner with one hand holding her aching face. With her other she climbs up the ropes before turning to lean back into the ropes.
Gorgo walks methodically. Summer tries to throw another kick but this time Gorgo deflects it, shoving her legs aside, and then grabs her by the neck. Rana starts the five count as the Spoiled Princess tries to squirm free. She gets a foot between them and puts all her strength into it, forcing Gorgo off her and back a step.
Gorgo reaches for her, but Summer rolls under the grapple attempt, all the way to the middle of the ring, before popping up and readying herself. Gorgo spins around. Summer lunges forward! TOTAL KNOCKOUT (Superkick)!
Gorgo catches the boot and immediately trips her to the mat. She then immediately wraps Summer’s leg and drops down with a heel hook! The pain is immediately written all over the Spoiled Princess’s face and she’s crying out, but the former UPRISING champ sees the ropes are only a few feet away. She reaches out with a desperate hand. Her fingers are only an inch away. Gorgo is wrenching hard on that heel! Summer reaches deep down and with all her strength, drags both of them that extra inch, allowing her fingers to curl around the bottom rope!
The crowd cheers loud for Summer, perhaps surprisingly. Rana orders the break and Gorgo relents, releasing that tortured limb. Summer pulls her leg up and holds the ankle in agony. Rana drops down to check on her and make sure she can continue.
Gorgo pushes herself to her feet and walks around the ring like a wild animal. A particularly vocal section of the front row draws her ire. She moves to the ropes and leans out, pointing directly at a made-up, tanned woman with a Summer t-shirt cut into a revealing tank-top.
RINGSIDE FAN
You’re a stupid ugly bitch!
Gorgo drops out of the ring, showing her inexperience, as Summer now has more time to recover if she can from that devastating heel hook. As Gorgo approaches the barricade, several members of security move in quickly to keep something that could lead to lawsuits from happening. Gorgo tries to lunge over top of security to grab the woman but they manage to shove her back toward the ring. The fan of course continues to talk trash with her friends starting to join in.
Four men press Gorgo against the ring, giving her no choice but to climb back inside. She looks over to see Summer still nursing that ankle with Rana, so she takes the moment to climb to the middle rope. She points back at Summer before looking dead at the fan and drawing a line across from her throat. Then loudly she yells loud enough for the upper deck to hear:
GORGO
FIRST HER, THEN YOU.
Summer is on her feet when Gorgo drops back down to the mat and starts to come at her. The Mad Queen runs right at her. Summer sees the charging bull and does the only sensible thing in that moment. She turns and sends that hurt foot straight into the aggressive woman’s face. TOTAL KNOCKOUT (Superkick)!!!! It cracks Gorgo in the jaw! The Mad Queen stumbles and then falls backward like a tree crashing to the forest floor! Summer drops down for the cover to an arena full of cheers!
ONE! TWO! THR—NO! KICK OUT!
A hair short of her first loss, Gorgo throws a limp arm into the air, enough for her shoulder to clear the mat. Summer rolls away while holding her ankle as he pain comes flooding through the adrenaline. Gorgo lays there, on her back, sucking in big lungfuls of air. Rana stands between them and begins the ten count. He reaches six before Summer gets onto her hands and knees and then slowly to her feet. Gorgo is still lying there unconscious. Summer limps over to her opponent and reaches down to grab the woman’s left leg again, looking to end this once and for all!
Gorgo suddenly jumps to her feet, grabs Summer by the left arm and executes a perfect Utchi-Mata hip toss, sending the Spoiled Princess flipping over her hip to land hard on the mat. Summer pops back up and tries for a running clothesline, but Gorgo side steps and grabs her wrist as she goes back. Summer is stopped in her tracks before behind yanked backward into THE QUEENMAKER (Short-Arm Lariat)!
Summer flips backward and lands backfirst hard on the mat. Gorgo then drops down on top of her and starts punching her straight in the face.
Referee Neil Rana moves in, having already warned her about closed fists, and shoves the woman off her. Gorgo fights him off to claw her way after Summer who has rolled away. The Mad Queen climbs back on top of her opponent and secures full mount with little resistance, countering Summer’s pro wrestling experience with mat-based Brazilian jiu-jitsu. She puts her left hand around the Spoiled Princess’s neck while lifting her head to look out at the crowd until she finds that ringside fan. Gorgo then starts to punch herself in that busted left eyebrow, turning it from a dribble to a full-blown gusher.
With blood now spilling down her face, she wipes her hand across the crimson mask and then presses it flat against Summer’s face, rubbing it all around until she’s painted completely red.
Summer fights back, throwing a left cross that cracks Gorgo hard behind the ear. The electricity floods her head, giving Summer time to escape through her legs. As she gets free and sits up, the disgust she’s feeling from all that blood being in her eyes and mouth is obvious as she tries not to wretch. Using the ropes, she pulls herself up and then leans her weight against them. As she stares at Gorgo, with her face covered in blood that isn’t hers, the full extent of her contempt for this woman drives her to ignore the pain in her ankle. She walks confidently forward.
Gorgo stands up with ropes of blood spilling from her face and leans back with a crazed look in her eyes. Summer kicks her in the side, forcing her to double over, then moves around to her front for a face lock. She then reaches down to hook a leg for the PURE PERFECTION (Perfect Plex)!
Gorgo violently slams her foot down on Summer’s injured left ankle! The rocketing pain flies up her leg, along her spine and explodes in her brain, causing the Spoiled Princess to release the face lock. Gorgo grabs Summer’s left shoulder then jumps, wrapping her legs around the right. Summer drops backward in a crucifix lock. Gorgo then brings her right arm up before driving its elbow into the side of Summer’s face in a series of brutal attacks.
After ten strikes, the Mad Queen releases the hold and moves on top of Summer for the pin. Rana drops down for the count!
ONE! TWO! NO!!
GORGO SITS UP! Rana stares daggers at her and orders her to go for the pin. The Mad Queen starts laughing right in his face before grabbing Summer by the hair and standing. She doesn’t pick her up, though. Instead she drags her to the center of the squared circle and then with a shove of her boot, forces her over onto her stomach.
Showered with anger from the thousands in attendance, Gorgo kneels down over the middle of her back. She then uses that same ball of hair to lift Summer’s face off the canvas. Her eyes are open but glassy as the blood runs down to drip from her chin. Gorgo leans down to her left ear and laughs madly.
GORGO
You can give up and end all this, Summer! Tell the referee you quit!
Summer shakes her head and lets out a battle cry as she tries to power out of the position but Gorgo reacts by slamming her face into the mat, quickly ending the attempt. Summer’s head is yanked back up, this time her eyes shut. It’s the last thing the audience sees before Gorgo wraps her arm around the front of her neck and pulls back! DEATH CLUTCH デスクラッチ (Camel Clutch Dragon Sleeper)!
Rana checks on Summer, sees she is unconscious, and immediately signals the bell.
WINNER (VIA SUBMISSION): YELENA GORGO
Gorgo stands up and allows Rana to raise her left arm as her name is announced to the booing crowd. Once it’s all official, she turns and clocks the ref straight in the face, perhaps for some perceived bias he had for Summer early in the match. Or maybe just because she wanted to. She doesn’t wait around, instead immediately turning her attention to that group of Summer Page fans.
The Mad Queen takes off and slides out of the ring and then sprints around the ring. The security guards were already on it, having begun to escort the group of women up the aisle toward safety while two hung back to block the way from Gorgo to pursue. The Mad Queen moves back and forth like a circus lion staring out the bars of its cage before turning back around to climb up onto their chairs. She looks out across the sea of angry fans while officials funnel down the ramp and into the ring to check on Summer and Rana.
Slowly, Gorgo raises her arms until they are stretched out in a cross pose, mimicking the one her father was known for all those years ago.
LIVE FROM THE EASTLINK CENTRE
CHARLOTTETOWN, PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND
LEVIATHAN
- vs -
SQUIGGLY
APHRIYA ADLER
- vs -
GINA VAN ZYL
Submission Match!
"THE" JESSICA ANDERSON
- vs -
MAJOR JUNG
LORD RAAB
- vs -
JASON CASHE
Last Man Standing!
HGH
- vs -
MASTERMIND
RUBY & LATINA SUBMISSION MACHINA
- vs -
T.H.U.G.S.
JOHN BLACK & TOMMY WISH
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The Mad Queen takes off and slides out of the ring and then sprints around the ring. The security guards were already on it, having begun to escort the group of women up the aisle toward safety while two hung back to block the way from Gorgo to pursue. The Mad Queen moves back and forth like a circus lion staring out the bars of its cage before turning back around to climb up onto their chairs. She looks out across the sea of angry fans while officials funnel down the ramp and into the ring to check on Summer and Rana.
Slowly, Gorgo raises her arms until they are stretched out in a cross pose, mimicking the one her father was known for all those years ago.
LIVE FROM THE EASTLINK CENTRE
CHARLOTTETOWN, PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND
LEVIATHAN
- vs -
SQUIGGLY
APHRIYA ADLER
- vs -
GINA VAN ZYL
Submission Match!
"THE" JESSICA ANDERSON
- vs -
MAJOR JUNG
LORD RAAB
- vs -
JASON CASHE
Last Man Standing!
HGH
- vs -
MASTERMIND
RUBY & LATINA SUBMISSION MACHINA
- vs -
T.H.U.G.S.
JOHN BLACK & TOMMY WISH
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CUT TO:
PROMO -- RECORDED EARLIER
We go to the back where Griffin Hawkins is sitting alone to himself...the UPRISING Title around his shoulder. He has his head down as he has a firm grasp on his belt.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
It's been a hell of a year hasn't it? I go from losing the Silver State State title...to starting off the first month of the year winning the UPRISING World Heavyweight Title in front of all my friends and family...in the same arena where I watched my favorite wrestlers as a child. 2022 was a bit of a roller coaster year for me. I won the title...lost it to Summer Page, regained it in a rematch, making history as the first ever two time UPRISING World Champion. And now I am once again the man that everyone wants to knock off the top of the mountain. I'm not scared...because the one thing I came to this company to do is fight. I heard all the whispers from people like Chris Mosh who said I was a has been...saying my time is over and he is the real star of the company. Ever since then I made it my mission to prove why I deserve this belt..and why I am the rightful champion. I proved myself against challengers such as Chris Mosh, Sam Tolson and many others who signed on the dotted line. And now....I look and see someone who has been a family member to me for over a decade. Not as a tag partner...but an opponent.
He lies back, thinking a while before continuing.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
We finally made it, huh Molly? After years of struggling on the independent scene...after sitting back watching less deserving people before us get all the opportunities because of their association with the boss...after putting our bodies through indescribable pain and torturue....we finally made it to the main event. You and me....fighting for the first time ever in our careers for the one thing every man and woman in this locker room would give their right eye for. I know about your struggles, I was there with you every step of the way, every setback that happened to you. And in the same respect you were there for me as well in my darkest hour, telling me that one day I would become a world champion. We both helped build each other up...and it's almost a shame that we got to tear one another apart to walk out with the gold.
He gets up, looking at the camera.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
There is no doubt that you deserve this chance Molly. You have earned your opportunities and proved that you indeed belong in this company. You fought your heart out to get this opportunity...but I hate to be the one who puts a stop to your quest. Because you know how I take it seriously when someone is gunning for me Molly...you know when I go in that ring...friendship is out the window. I have to do everything I possibly can to make sure that my opponent does not leave with the one thing I have worked my entire life to get. People like Marisol Vilaro only want this belt for bragging rights. Me on the other hand...I want it so I can prove once again that I am the greatest athlete in UPRISING history. And this is a match that will give me a chance to prove it....even if it means I have to go through you.
He paces back and forth, readjusting the title.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
I just hope and pray that there is no animosity between us Molly. The world title throughout history has been known to break up friendships...relationships...even marriages. Marisol is jealous because she doesn't have the title...and she hasn't even held it. A title like this changes people. Sometimes for the better...sometimes for the worst. It took me losing this belt to Summer months ago to realize that I can't be complacent. But will this belt change you? Will it make you guarded?...or will it make you conceited. The only way we'll know is if you do indeed walk out champion tonight...but that is a big if.
He looks straight at the camera.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
The biggest match of your life is about to take place. The one title that you have spent your career fighting for. If my reign is to come to an end....I can't think of a better person to lose it to. But it's not going to be easy. I expect you to fight with every fiber of your being..fight as if it were your career on the line. Because I am going to do everything I possibly can to beat you and walk out of here with the gold. Deep down inside....I think I knew it'd be us for all the marbles, but I never knew between us who would be the one to carry the company into 2023. Well....we're about to get our answer. It's time Molly....may the best athlete win.
He walks past the camera man as we go back to the ring, the wall of noise from the crowd deafening as we prepare for the main event!
UPRISING WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
GRIFFIN HAWKINS (c) vs MOLLY HATCHET
Molly Hatchet cracks her neck and does a couple.of quick squats while holding onto the top rope as Griffin Hawkins bounces from side to side, tapping both of his elbows. The referee raises the UPRISING World Championship high, to an unexpected mixed reaction of cheers and jeers. This even catches Griffin off guard himself, who looks around for a brief moment before relinquishing the championship belt to the official. After handing the championship over to the ringside attendant, the ring bell has been rang by the timekeeper by the official’s instructions!
Both competitors start off with a collar and elbow tie-up that turns into a hammerlock by Griff, then a reversal into a hammerlock by Molly, then a headlock takedown by Griffin Hawkins. Molly rolls around to be able to stand back up, backing to the ropes to push Griff away. Griff bounces to the ropes, but decides to stay on the opposite side of the ring and not charge out. They meet back in the center of the ring, where Griff hits a second headlock takedown. Molly gets a leg up to reverse into a headscissors, which Griff handstands out of. Molly quickly hops back to her feet, prompting a brief standoff.
One more headlock!
**Clap Clap Clap-Clap-Clap**
One more headlock!
Both competitors immediately initiate another tie-up, but Molly is able to quickly drive Griffin down to the mat via an Arm Wringer and laying flat onto the arm. Rolling herself into position before raising herself up and landing a Knee Drop into Griffin’s elbow. Griff tries to shake his arm out, but Molly picks him back up without hesitation, backing him into ropes and whipping him to the opposite side. As she steps forward, Molly drops to the mat, causing Griffin to bounce back off. Molly leapfrogs over, but Griff gets the upper hand - he stops and swings his leg under her to bring her down with a sweep!
Local Talent!
**Clap clap clap-clap-clap**
Local Talent!
Upon rising back to their feet, Griffin Hawkins ducks a clothesline and goes to the side headlock takedown one more time, bringing Molly down and holding her to the mat while maintaining the headlock - to the fans annoyance!
BORING!
BORING!
BORING!
For the home viewers, they see the next portion full screen, while those in the arena see this on the large tron on stage. Graham Clauson, no longer gray-haired and wearing a white t-shirt that reads “SEMEN” in the famous SEGA logo text on it in his locker room with Ken Felder, watching the match from a television screen. Some of the fans catch this, and decide it’s time to make the censor's job even more difficult.
SEEEEMENNN!!!
Meanwhile, Molly has gotten back to her feet, but Griff hangs on with the side headlock. Graham eventually appears to snort in annoyance before crossing his arms. He shakes his head, almost confused with the fans himself before the feed focuses back on the action specifically.
Molly lifts Griff up for a back suplex! Griff rolls backwards! Griff pursues and pushes Molly into the ropes while holding a rear waist lock. He tries to roll Molly up, but Molly hangs onto the ropes! Griff rolls backward and goes for the offensive, but barely ducks in time as he is almost caught by a Running Leg Lariat! Molly lands on her feet though, immediately goes for Spinning Backfist! Griff ducks and hits a double-leg shoot takedown, dropping Molly to the mat and forcing her into a guard position!
We want Climax!
No, we don’t!
Griff in top guard, goes for a strike but Molly blocks and slides under trying to transition and flip him over to get an armbar locked in, but Griff is able to break free and gets back up to standing. Molly also is standing once again, and they both go for the tie-up once again.
What about Jack?!
What about Jack?!
Immediately in the tie-up, Molly grabs Griff’s feet out from under him with her own double-leg takedown, but immediately transitions into a jackknife pin. The fans join in!
OoooOOOOOHhhh….
1…
Immediate bridge up from Griff, twist, Backslide from Griff.
OoooOOOOOHhhh….
1…
Molly rolls backwards, Griff tries to get back up but she is quicker and hits a quick sunset flip bringing him to the mat.
OoooOOOOOHhhh….
1…
Griff rolls forward, reversing the pin on Molly and bringing her onto her back and shoulders while still hooking her legs.
OoooOOOOOHhhh….
1…
Molly kicks out, popping Griff forward. Griff, now on all fours and Molly supine, Molly swings up and rolls towards Griff, catching Griff in the back of the head with a form of grounded Enzuigiri. Griff drops, Molly rolling him over for the cover.
OoooOOOOOHhhh….
1…
2…
Kickout at 2.1 seconds!
We are awesome!
**Clap clap clap-clap-clap**
We are awesome!
Molly gets up, bounces into the ropes behind her, comes back and goes for a front-flip senton - and hits it! However, her trajectory of the hit forces her to roll backwards instead of forwards after the impact, costing her potentially valuable milliseconds as she goes for the pinfall once more!
1…
2…
Kickout at 2.2 seconds!
You fucked up!
You fucked up!
Griff rolls away from Molly as she slaps the mat, gritting teeth as she stands up. Picking Griff back up, she drags him towards a nearby corner and shoves him into it. Molly wastes little time before slamming a knife-edge chop into Griff’s chest.
Woooo!
Griff bends forward, but Molly appears to realize that she needs to keep the pressure on as she immediately shoves him back into the corner and slams another chop into his chest! The fans continue their rowdy ways, wooing with the additional chop! This is repeated twice more, the crowd still joining in Griff now slumping back into the corner. Molly, without hesitation, roars out as she circles away from Griff slightly before rushing back and slamming herself into him with a Bronco Buster!
After the impact, Griff slides out from under Molly as she is climbing to the second turnbuckle. The fans are in rare form tonight, singing along to the melody of the intro of “This Is America” by Childish Gambino.
We just want Raspberry…
Raspberry for you…
We want Lemonade…
Alexis Lemon juice!
After a second round of this chant, Molly shakes her head with a smile, trying to look away from the crowd. However, they catch this and pounce!
Send the man!
Send the man!
Send the man!
Griff crawls out to the apron as Molly continues to laugh at this, actually pumping her fists with the fans as they call her out for breaking character! Molly reaches out through the ropes in an attempt to pull Griff up, but Griff hits an Up Kick which causes Molly to stagger and drop to a knee. Griff slams a second kick into Molly’s head, causing her to fully drop over the ropes. Griff slides under the bottom rope, staggering back up to a standing position. He then gets some momentum, bouncing off the ropes and coming back as Molly stands up although still pushing up from the ropes. Griff grabs onto Molly’s waist, but hops up and bends towards the ropes, rebounding back from the rope and to a standing position before hoisting her up and hitting a German Suplex! This catches the fans off guard, causing them to cheer emphatically as the pinfall is counted! They even join in!
1…
2…
Kickout at 2.6 seconds!
Griff is stunned as Molly rolls backwards out of the kickout, pulling a new trick out of his bag in hopes to retain his championship!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
Griff, determined to take this momentum shift and ride it to victory while the fans are now getting behind him, stands up and picks Molly up to standing position, taking her down with a Swinging Neckbreaker. With Molly now in perfect position for a high-risk maneuver, Griffin takes off towards the ropes, springboarding while flipping forward, his trajectory heading back towards Molly as he lands an Inverted Springboard Frontflip Senton! He leans back into her, hooking the leg for the cover!
1…
2…
Kickout at 2.4 seconds!
Molly, still down, is dragged into position near the corner by Griff. Griff ascends the top turnbuckle, slapping the top turnbuckle several times in effort to get the fans behind him.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
LET'S GOOOOO!!
The fans do react to this, cheering as he ascends to the top rope. He begins to slowly stand, getting into position for a high-risk maneuver, but as he jumps off, Molly rolls towards the turnbuckle! Catching this, Griff rolls through his landing, standing back up. Both competitors begin to charge each other, but Molly gives Griff a Glasgow Kiss! The crowd gasps out loud as one!
HOLY FUCK!
HOLY FUCK!
Griff drops to the mat hard, Molly staggering as she holds her head. When Molly moves her hand away from her face, blood is seen and it is seen flowing. Meanwhile,Griff rolls towards the camera and reveals that he is also busted wide open!
SUNDAY, BLOODY SUNDAAAAAAAY!
The fans are singing U2… That’s a new one! The referee looks around, declaring he will have to do a standing ten-count if neither wrestler can get back to their feet! When this doesn't get a response, he delivers on his threat…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The ref is the only one standing it trying to stand…
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
Griff and Molly are both moving, but they're not even off their backs yet…
SEVEN!
Griff rolls over…
EIGHT!
Molly tries to sit up…
NINE!
Griff rises up from his knees…
TEN-NO, MOLLY HATCHET KIPS UP! MOLLY KIPS UP! She almost falls back down, she hits the ropes…but it still counts! This match continues! The fans are finally behind them both in full!
KEEP IT GOING!
*Clap clap clapclapclap*
KEEP IT GOING!
*Clap clap clapclapclap*
Molly shakes off the cobwebs, while Griff does the same. When their eyes meet once more, they merely nod at each other in understanding.
They are just doing what they have to do…nothing personal..
She looks as if she wants to take Griff out with a heavy maneuver, beginning to pick Griff up with a Scoop Slam attempt. However, Griff slips behind Molly and spins her around to kick her in the gut! Griff then begins to pick Molly up into what appears to be the Glam Slam, but as he begins to get ready to drop her, Molly swings out and spikes Griffin into the mat with the Ginger Ninja Death Drop!
Griffin is quickly rolled into a pinfall, Molly hooking both legs deep!
1…
2…
3!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL) AND NEW UPRISING WORLD CHAMPION: MOLLY HATCHET
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
It's been a hell of a year hasn't it? I go from losing the Silver State State title...to starting off the first month of the year winning the UPRISING World Heavyweight Title in front of all my friends and family...in the same arena where I watched my favorite wrestlers as a child. 2022 was a bit of a roller coaster year for me. I won the title...lost it to Summer Page, regained it in a rematch, making history as the first ever two time UPRISING World Champion. And now I am once again the man that everyone wants to knock off the top of the mountain. I'm not scared...because the one thing I came to this company to do is fight. I heard all the whispers from people like Chris Mosh who said I was a has been...saying my time is over and he is the real star of the company. Ever since then I made it my mission to prove why I deserve this belt..and why I am the rightful champion. I proved myself against challengers such as Chris Mosh, Sam Tolson and many others who signed on the dotted line. And now....I look and see someone who has been a family member to me for over a decade. Not as a tag partner...but an opponent.
He lies back, thinking a while before continuing.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
We finally made it, huh Molly? After years of struggling on the independent scene...after sitting back watching less deserving people before us get all the opportunities because of their association with the boss...after putting our bodies through indescribable pain and torturue....we finally made it to the main event. You and me....fighting for the first time ever in our careers for the one thing every man and woman in this locker room would give their right eye for. I know about your struggles, I was there with you every step of the way, every setback that happened to you. And in the same respect you were there for me as well in my darkest hour, telling me that one day I would become a world champion. We both helped build each other up...and it's almost a shame that we got to tear one another apart to walk out with the gold.
He gets up, looking at the camera.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
There is no doubt that you deserve this chance Molly. You have earned your opportunities and proved that you indeed belong in this company. You fought your heart out to get this opportunity...but I hate to be the one who puts a stop to your quest. Because you know how I take it seriously when someone is gunning for me Molly...you know when I go in that ring...friendship is out the window. I have to do everything I possibly can to make sure that my opponent does not leave with the one thing I have worked my entire life to get. People like Marisol Vilaro only want this belt for bragging rights. Me on the other hand...I want it so I can prove once again that I am the greatest athlete in UPRISING history. And this is a match that will give me a chance to prove it....even if it means I have to go through you.
He paces back and forth, readjusting the title.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
I just hope and pray that there is no animosity between us Molly. The world title throughout history has been known to break up friendships...relationships...even marriages. Marisol is jealous because she doesn't have the title...and she hasn't even held it. A title like this changes people. Sometimes for the better...sometimes for the worst. It took me losing this belt to Summer months ago to realize that I can't be complacent. But will this belt change you? Will it make you guarded?...or will it make you conceited. The only way we'll know is if you do indeed walk out champion tonight...but that is a big if.
He looks straight at the camera.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
The biggest match of your life is about to take place. The one title that you have spent your career fighting for. If my reign is to come to an end....I can't think of a better person to lose it to. But it's not going to be easy. I expect you to fight with every fiber of your being..fight as if it were your career on the line. Because I am going to do everything I possibly can to beat you and walk out of here with the gold. Deep down inside....I think I knew it'd be us for all the marbles, but I never knew between us who would be the one to carry the company into 2023. Well....we're about to get our answer. It's time Molly....may the best athlete win.
He walks past the camera man as we go back to the ring, the wall of noise from the crowd deafening as we prepare for the main event!
CUT TO:
INT. SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING.
MAIN EVENTUPRISING WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
GRIFFIN HAWKINS (c) vs MOLLY HATCHET
Molly Hatchet cracks her neck and does a couple.of quick squats while holding onto the top rope as Griffin Hawkins bounces from side to side, tapping both of his elbows. The referee raises the UPRISING World Championship high, to an unexpected mixed reaction of cheers and jeers. This even catches Griffin off guard himself, who looks around for a brief moment before relinquishing the championship belt to the official. After handing the championship over to the ringside attendant, the ring bell has been rang by the timekeeper by the official’s instructions!
Both competitors start off with a collar and elbow tie-up that turns into a hammerlock by Griff, then a reversal into a hammerlock by Molly, then a headlock takedown by Griffin Hawkins. Molly rolls around to be able to stand back up, backing to the ropes to push Griff away. Griff bounces to the ropes, but decides to stay on the opposite side of the ring and not charge out. They meet back in the center of the ring, where Griff hits a second headlock takedown. Molly gets a leg up to reverse into a headscissors, which Griff handstands out of. Molly quickly hops back to her feet, prompting a brief standoff.
One more headlock!
**Clap Clap Clap-Clap-Clap**
One more headlock!
Both competitors immediately initiate another tie-up, but Molly is able to quickly drive Griffin down to the mat via an Arm Wringer and laying flat onto the arm. Rolling herself into position before raising herself up and landing a Knee Drop into Griffin’s elbow. Griff tries to shake his arm out, but Molly picks him back up without hesitation, backing him into ropes and whipping him to the opposite side. As she steps forward, Molly drops to the mat, causing Griffin to bounce back off. Molly leapfrogs over, but Griff gets the upper hand - he stops and swings his leg under her to bring her down with a sweep!
Local Talent!
**Clap clap clap-clap-clap**
Local Talent!
Upon rising back to their feet, Griffin Hawkins ducks a clothesline and goes to the side headlock takedown one more time, bringing Molly down and holding her to the mat while maintaining the headlock - to the fans annoyance!
BORING!
BORING!
BORING!
For the home viewers, they see the next portion full screen, while those in the arena see this on the large tron on stage. Graham Clauson, no longer gray-haired and wearing a white t-shirt that reads “SEMEN” in the famous SEGA logo text on it in his locker room with Ken Felder, watching the match from a television screen. Some of the fans catch this, and decide it’s time to make the censor's job even more difficult.
SEEEEMENNN!!!
Meanwhile, Molly has gotten back to her feet, but Griff hangs on with the side headlock. Graham eventually appears to snort in annoyance before crossing his arms. He shakes his head, almost confused with the fans himself before the feed focuses back on the action specifically.
Molly lifts Griff up for a back suplex! Griff rolls backwards! Griff pursues and pushes Molly into the ropes while holding a rear waist lock. He tries to roll Molly up, but Molly hangs onto the ropes! Griff rolls backward and goes for the offensive, but barely ducks in time as he is almost caught by a Running Leg Lariat! Molly lands on her feet though, immediately goes for Spinning Backfist! Griff ducks and hits a double-leg shoot takedown, dropping Molly to the mat and forcing her into a guard position!
We want Climax!
No, we don’t!
Griff in top guard, goes for a strike but Molly blocks and slides under trying to transition and flip him over to get an armbar locked in, but Griff is able to break free and gets back up to standing. Molly also is standing once again, and they both go for the tie-up once again.
What about Jack?!
What about Jack?!
Immediately in the tie-up, Molly grabs Griff’s feet out from under him with her own double-leg takedown, but immediately transitions into a jackknife pin. The fans join in!
OoooOOOOOHhhh….
1…
Immediate bridge up from Griff, twist, Backslide from Griff.
OoooOOOOOHhhh….
1…
Molly rolls backwards, Griff tries to get back up but she is quicker and hits a quick sunset flip bringing him to the mat.
OoooOOOOOHhhh….
1…
Griff rolls forward, reversing the pin on Molly and bringing her onto her back and shoulders while still hooking her legs.
OoooOOOOOHhhh….
1…
Molly kicks out, popping Griff forward. Griff, now on all fours and Molly supine, Molly swings up and rolls towards Griff, catching Griff in the back of the head with a form of grounded Enzuigiri. Griff drops, Molly rolling him over for the cover.
OoooOOOOOHhhh….
1…
2…
Kickout at 2.1 seconds!
We are awesome!
**Clap clap clap-clap-clap**
We are awesome!
Molly gets up, bounces into the ropes behind her, comes back and goes for a front-flip senton - and hits it! However, her trajectory of the hit forces her to roll backwards instead of forwards after the impact, costing her potentially valuable milliseconds as she goes for the pinfall once more!
1…
2…
Kickout at 2.2 seconds!
You fucked up!
You fucked up!
Griff rolls away from Molly as she slaps the mat, gritting teeth as she stands up. Picking Griff back up, she drags him towards a nearby corner and shoves him into it. Molly wastes little time before slamming a knife-edge chop into Griff’s chest.
Woooo!
Griff bends forward, but Molly appears to realize that she needs to keep the pressure on as she immediately shoves him back into the corner and slams another chop into his chest! The fans continue their rowdy ways, wooing with the additional chop! This is repeated twice more, the crowd still joining in Griff now slumping back into the corner. Molly, without hesitation, roars out as she circles away from Griff slightly before rushing back and slamming herself into him with a Bronco Buster!
After the impact, Griff slides out from under Molly as she is climbing to the second turnbuckle. The fans are in rare form tonight, singing along to the melody of the intro of “This Is America” by Childish Gambino.
We just want Raspberry…
Raspberry for you…
We want Lemonade…
Alexis Lemon juice!
After a second round of this chant, Molly shakes her head with a smile, trying to look away from the crowd. However, they catch this and pounce!
Send the man!
Send the man!
Send the man!
Griff crawls out to the apron as Molly continues to laugh at this, actually pumping her fists with the fans as they call her out for breaking character! Molly reaches out through the ropes in an attempt to pull Griff up, but Griff hits an Up Kick which causes Molly to stagger and drop to a knee. Griff slams a second kick into Molly’s head, causing her to fully drop over the ropes. Griff slides under the bottom rope, staggering back up to a standing position. He then gets some momentum, bouncing off the ropes and coming back as Molly stands up although still pushing up from the ropes. Griff grabs onto Molly’s waist, but hops up and bends towards the ropes, rebounding back from the rope and to a standing position before hoisting her up and hitting a German Suplex! This catches the fans off guard, causing them to cheer emphatically as the pinfall is counted! They even join in!
1…
2…
Kickout at 2.6 seconds!
Griff is stunned as Molly rolls backwards out of the kickout, pulling a new trick out of his bag in hopes to retain his championship!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
Griff, determined to take this momentum shift and ride it to victory while the fans are now getting behind him, stands up and picks Molly up to standing position, taking her down with a Swinging Neckbreaker. With Molly now in perfect position for a high-risk maneuver, Griffin takes off towards the ropes, springboarding while flipping forward, his trajectory heading back towards Molly as he lands an Inverted Springboard Frontflip Senton! He leans back into her, hooking the leg for the cover!
1…
2…
Kickout at 2.4 seconds!
Molly, still down, is dragged into position near the corner by Griff. Griff ascends the top turnbuckle, slapping the top turnbuckle several times in effort to get the fans behind him.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
LET'S GOOOOO!!
The fans do react to this, cheering as he ascends to the top rope. He begins to slowly stand, getting into position for a high-risk maneuver, but as he jumps off, Molly rolls towards the turnbuckle! Catching this, Griff rolls through his landing, standing back up. Both competitors begin to charge each other, but Molly gives Griff a Glasgow Kiss! The crowd gasps out loud as one!
HOLY FUCK!
HOLY FUCK!
Griff drops to the mat hard, Molly staggering as she holds her head. When Molly moves her hand away from her face, blood is seen and it is seen flowing. Meanwhile,Griff rolls towards the camera and reveals that he is also busted wide open!
SUNDAY, BLOODY SUNDAAAAAAAY!
The fans are singing U2… That’s a new one! The referee looks around, declaring he will have to do a standing ten-count if neither wrestler can get back to their feet! When this doesn't get a response, he delivers on his threat…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The ref is the only one standing it trying to stand…
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
Griff and Molly are both moving, but they're not even off their backs yet…
SEVEN!
Griff rolls over…
EIGHT!
Molly tries to sit up…
NINE!
Griff rises up from his knees…
TEN-NO, MOLLY HATCHET KIPS UP! MOLLY KIPS UP! She almost falls back down, she hits the ropes…but it still counts! This match continues! The fans are finally behind them both in full!
KEEP IT GOING!
*Clap clap clapclapclap*
KEEP IT GOING!
*Clap clap clapclapclap*
Molly shakes off the cobwebs, while Griff does the same. When their eyes meet once more, they merely nod at each other in understanding.
They are just doing what they have to do…nothing personal..
She looks as if she wants to take Griff out with a heavy maneuver, beginning to pick Griff up with a Scoop Slam attempt. However, Griff slips behind Molly and spins her around to kick her in the gut! Griff then begins to pick Molly up into what appears to be the Glam Slam, but as he begins to get ready to drop her, Molly swings out and spikes Griffin into the mat with the Ginger Ninja Death Drop!
Griffin is quickly rolled into a pinfall, Molly hooking both legs deep!
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2…
3!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL) AND NEW UPRISING WORLD CHAMPION: MOLLY HATCHET
Molly has finally done it! Her face colored, she raises up and covers her face with her hands as the referee is retrieving the championship from the ringside attendant. The official kneels down, tapping her on her arm to get her attention. Handing her the championship, she looks down at it as it is clear she is overcome with tears! As she begins to slowly make it to her knees, she continues to stare at the championship as if this whole scenario is not real - it is a dream - but clearly not so!
As she stands, her arm is raised by the official as she raises her other arm with the UPRISING World Championship held much higher than the arm being raised in victory! Griffin, who is stirring and now realizing he has lost his championship, looks up towards Molly, who now is staring directly at him. Wiping some of the blood from his face, Griffin looks down at his hand before looking back up at Molly - who has since walked over and extended her hand out to him. He accepts, being pulled to his feet by the victor. In a show of sportsmanship, Griffin raises Molly’s arm up once more!
The fans, who were once cheering for this, are now jeering heavily! As Griffin and Molly are looking at the fans with confusion, they are given the reason why: a congratulatory gift - an attack from behind from Summer Page to Griffin, and both Chris Mosh and Marisol Vilaro slamming into Molly! The One Percent have spilled out from the back, and they are clearly not done with their assault from last week! Both Summer and Mosh look battle-worn but clearly not as damaged as the two superstars they're assaulting. Summer has a bandage across her nose and Mosh has bruising showing on his arms and peeking out from his collar.
Both competitors are down, weary and unable to fend off their attackers in ready fashion! Mosh and Mari work in tandem, shoving Molly into the corner while holding her there and Mari pushing herself back into Mosh’s back to add additional pressure! The fans, clearly not behind this, jeer even more as Summer has Griffin shoved into the opposite corner and raining punches into his face repeatedly, looking like she wants to break his nose! Mari, realizing Mosh has Molly held without her assistance, walks out towards Summer and barks at her to back up. Summer obliges, with Mari stepping in and shoving Griffin’s head into the second turnbuckle! Mari, with a vicious smile, begins to lift Griffin up to standing while holding him by the throat, shoving his head into the top turnbuckle and holding him there. She turns her head around, stepping aside slightly.
MARISOL VILARO
¡PATEA SU MALDITA CABEZA! ¡AHORA!
Summer smiles herself, understanding exactly what Mari is asking for her to do! As this is happening, the feed cuts backstage again to Graham Clauson’s locker room. Mid-sentence, he is already making his way to the locker room door in a hurried pace.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
-ELL NO, THIS AI-
…but the door won’t push open.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
The fuck?
He tries twice more, but an audible rattle can be heard on the other side of the door. As Graham catches this, it would appear his heart sank through his body to the floor. At this moment, Ken questions the situation from offscreen.
KEN FELDER
What’s going on?!
Sounding defeated, Graham huffs in anger.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
We just got fucked… And not in the way we like, either!
The feed cuts back to the ring, almost right in sync with the moment Summer’s foot has raised up and slammed into Griffin’s face - a Superkick! Mari releases her chokehold just in time to avoid being caught in the collision, cackling in glee as she makes her way to an independent corner. The fans are livid, even some being caught spitting curses at The One Percent, as Molly screams in disbelief as the kick connects! Griff simply falls forward, slamming into the mat face first. A small spatter of blood from Griff’s face hits the mat before Mari uses her heeled shoes to slowly kick-push Griffin out of the apron. Mosh releases Molly and smiling as if he just had sex, Molly scrambling over to Griffin and totally ignoring The One Percent entirely!
Molly is too preoccupied with her fallen friend to realize what is going on around her. Mari, since Molly was released, has been screaming for the official to get back into the ring immediately. The official, confused, slowly complies with the request. Mari, Mosh and the official meet in the same corner where Molly was originally being held, the camera trying to catch the conversation but its microphone is being overtaken by the crowd’s overwhelming decibel levels!
YOU SUCK DICK!
YOU SUCK DICK!
YOU SUCK DICK!
The camera feed cuts back to the locker room, where Graham Clauson appears like a man possessed. He is kicking at and slamming against the door, doing everything within his power to force the door open. Ken is seen trying to grab Graham by the arm to pull him away from the door, but struggles to pry him away.
KEN FELDER
You’re not going to be able to kick through a metal door!
GRAHAM CLAUSON
We have no cell service in here, it’s this or we’re stuck in here until janitorial finds our corpses!
KEN FELDER
Stop it, you drama queen!
As Ken is chastising his husband, a rapping can be heard at the door.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
LET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! I HAVE A BELT AND I’M NOT AFRAID TO HANG MYSELF WITH IT!
KEN FELDER
God dammit, Graham!
From the other side of the door, a male voice can be heard singing…
UNKNOWN
Who can it beeee now?
A moment of silence between the three parties, Graham walking up to the door and laying his hand against it calmly.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
THIS ISN’T MEN AT WORK, YOU SON OF A BITCH! I KNOW IT’S YOU, ROSS!
ROSS HANSON
Graham?! Ken?!
KEN FELDER
Open the damn door, Ross! This isn’t funny!
ROSS HANSON
A’ight, got you!
After a few seconds of silence, Graham and Ken look at each other.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
What the fuck is he doing, jerking off on the doorknob?
A sudden, very loud pop can be heard before the door swings open. Ross is standing with the broken pieces of the chain in his hand.
ROSS HANSON
Someone really wanted to keep you two in here…
Graham pushes Ross out of the way almost with a shoulder tackle, forcing him back as Graham rushes by. Ken steps out of the locker room himself, appearing to pursue!
Back at ringside, Mari and Summer have both stepped out of the ring and made their way towards the timekeeper’s table. Molly, still kneeling at Griffin’s side, catches his and stares in their direction. Mari locks eyes with Molly, and smiles before coyly waving towards her while mouthing “Hi!”
The ring announcer stands up from beside the timekeeper’s table, making an announcement.
RING ANNOUNCER
Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed that Chris Mosh is cashing in his opportunity to challenge for the UPRISING World Championship…RIGHT NOW!
As this announcement is made, Molly’s eyes widen. The crowd has gone completely to nuclear reactor meltdown level.
FUCK THAT SHIT!
FUCK THAT SHIT!
FUCK THAT SHIT!
They can protest, but the conditions of the title shot that Chris Mosh won allows this - Molly has no choice but to defend her newly won championship right now! Knowing the gambit that has been laid before her, Molly clenches her fists and pulls the title close to her. She grasps it tights as she stands up, turning around and extending her arm without turning around. With the belt held outwards, the official takes it from her and hands it to the ringside attendant.
The camera at ringside catches Molly’s face.
Rage.
Pure, unbridled rage.
The bell rings.
UPRISING WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
MOLLY HATCHET (c) vs CHRIS MOSH
FUCK THAT SHIT!
FUCK THAT SHIT!
Molly turns around, charging at Mosh! Mosh, however, smiles as he steps forward in a side shuffle and extends his foot up and forward. Molly has no time to stop as it connects right into her face! She eats the Superkick like breakfast, staggering backwards but somehow still on her feet! She stumbles forward, eating a kick to the gut from Mosh! Mosh pulls her in… MOSH PLEX!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL) AND NEW UPRISING WORLD CHAMPION: CHRIS MOSH
As soon as the final count has been made and the bell is rung, Graham Clauson bolts out from the entrance to the stage and makes a beeline towards the ring! Realizing he needs to escape quickly, Mosh releases the suplex and begins to roll out of the ring to the side as quickly as he can! Graham makes it to ringside and slides into the ring on his stomach at the same time Mosh escapes, standing up and rushing the ropes. The ropes stop Graham as he reaches out with both of his arms at Mosh; his teeth bared, seething and nearly slobbering!
Mari and Summer both join Mosh at ringside with the UPRISING World Championship in Mari’s hands. Mosh, being grabbed by the waist by Summer in effort to pull him away from ringside, shrugs towards Graham with a smirk - accomplished, and now with a new accolade. The fans, however, are not done with expressing their opinion as a cup of beer gets thrown towards The One Percent! Then, another! And another!
As this is happening, Graham has made his way to the ropes facing towards the stage as The One Percent makes their retreat. He leans against the top rope before stepping through and sitting on the middle rope. He begs for them to return to the ring, but they decline as Mari wraps the belt around Mosh’s waist as they walk backwards up the rampway. As this is happening, more trash and food begins to make its way into the ringside area and rampway - popcorn, hot dogs, and even an entire order of nachos (cheese sauce and all) - hits the new World Champion right in the middle of his chest! He laughs at this, throwing his head back and extending his arms out as the nacho container falls off of his chest, leaving cheese sauce to drip down his chest and stomach, and even onto the championship!
As she stands, her arm is raised by the official as she raises her other arm with the UPRISING World Championship held much higher than the arm being raised in victory! Griffin, who is stirring and now realizing he has lost his championship, looks up towards Molly, who now is staring directly at him. Wiping some of the blood from his face, Griffin looks down at his hand before looking back up at Molly - who has since walked over and extended her hand out to him. He accepts, being pulled to his feet by the victor. In a show of sportsmanship, Griffin raises Molly’s arm up once more!
The fans, who were once cheering for this, are now jeering heavily! As Griffin and Molly are looking at the fans with confusion, they are given the reason why: a congratulatory gift - an attack from behind from Summer Page to Griffin, and both Chris Mosh and Marisol Vilaro slamming into Molly! The One Percent have spilled out from the back, and they are clearly not done with their assault from last week! Both Summer and Mosh look battle-worn but clearly not as damaged as the two superstars they're assaulting. Summer has a bandage across her nose and Mosh has bruising showing on his arms and peeking out from his collar.
Both competitors are down, weary and unable to fend off their attackers in ready fashion! Mosh and Mari work in tandem, shoving Molly into the corner while holding her there and Mari pushing herself back into Mosh’s back to add additional pressure! The fans, clearly not behind this, jeer even more as Summer has Griffin shoved into the opposite corner and raining punches into his face repeatedly, looking like she wants to break his nose! Mari, realizing Mosh has Molly held without her assistance, walks out towards Summer and barks at her to back up. Summer obliges, with Mari stepping in and shoving Griffin’s head into the second turnbuckle! Mari, with a vicious smile, begins to lift Griffin up to standing while holding him by the throat, shoving his head into the top turnbuckle and holding him there. She turns her head around, stepping aside slightly.
MARISOL VILARO
¡PATEA SU MALDITA CABEZA! ¡AHORA!
Summer smiles herself, understanding exactly what Mari is asking for her to do! As this is happening, the feed cuts backstage again to Graham Clauson’s locker room. Mid-sentence, he is already making his way to the locker room door in a hurried pace.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
-ELL NO, THIS AI-
…but the door won’t push open.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
The fuck?
He tries twice more, but an audible rattle can be heard on the other side of the door. As Graham catches this, it would appear his heart sank through his body to the floor. At this moment, Ken questions the situation from offscreen.
KEN FELDER
What’s going on?!
Sounding defeated, Graham huffs in anger.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
We just got fucked… And not in the way we like, either!
The feed cuts back to the ring, almost right in sync with the moment Summer’s foot has raised up and slammed into Griffin’s face - a Superkick! Mari releases her chokehold just in time to avoid being caught in the collision, cackling in glee as she makes her way to an independent corner. The fans are livid, even some being caught spitting curses at The One Percent, as Molly screams in disbelief as the kick connects! Griff simply falls forward, slamming into the mat face first. A small spatter of blood from Griff’s face hits the mat before Mari uses her heeled shoes to slowly kick-push Griffin out of the apron. Mosh releases Molly and smiling as if he just had sex, Molly scrambling over to Griffin and totally ignoring The One Percent entirely!
Molly is too preoccupied with her fallen friend to realize what is going on around her. Mari, since Molly was released, has been screaming for the official to get back into the ring immediately. The official, confused, slowly complies with the request. Mari, Mosh and the official meet in the same corner where Molly was originally being held, the camera trying to catch the conversation but its microphone is being overtaken by the crowd’s overwhelming decibel levels!
YOU SUCK DICK!
YOU SUCK DICK!
YOU SUCK DICK!
The camera feed cuts back to the locker room, where Graham Clauson appears like a man possessed. He is kicking at and slamming against the door, doing everything within his power to force the door open. Ken is seen trying to grab Graham by the arm to pull him away from the door, but struggles to pry him away.
KEN FELDER
You’re not going to be able to kick through a metal door!
GRAHAM CLAUSON
We have no cell service in here, it’s this or we’re stuck in here until janitorial finds our corpses!
KEN FELDER
Stop it, you drama queen!
As Ken is chastising his husband, a rapping can be heard at the door.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
LET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! I HAVE A BELT AND I’M NOT AFRAID TO HANG MYSELF WITH IT!
KEN FELDER
God dammit, Graham!
From the other side of the door, a male voice can be heard singing…
UNKNOWN
Who can it beeee now?
A moment of silence between the three parties, Graham walking up to the door and laying his hand against it calmly.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
THIS ISN’T MEN AT WORK, YOU SON OF A BITCH! I KNOW IT’S YOU, ROSS!
ROSS HANSON
Graham?! Ken?!
KEN FELDER
Open the damn door, Ross! This isn’t funny!
ROSS HANSON
A’ight, got you!
After a few seconds of silence, Graham and Ken look at each other.
GRAHAM CLAUSON
What the fuck is he doing, jerking off on the doorknob?
A sudden, very loud pop can be heard before the door swings open. Ross is standing with the broken pieces of the chain in his hand.
ROSS HANSON
Someone really wanted to keep you two in here…
Graham pushes Ross out of the way almost with a shoulder tackle, forcing him back as Graham rushes by. Ken steps out of the locker room himself, appearing to pursue!
Back at ringside, Mari and Summer have both stepped out of the ring and made their way towards the timekeeper’s table. Molly, still kneeling at Griffin’s side, catches his and stares in their direction. Mari locks eyes with Molly, and smiles before coyly waving towards her while mouthing “Hi!”
The ring announcer stands up from beside the timekeeper’s table, making an announcement.
RING ANNOUNCER
Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed that Chris Mosh is cashing in his opportunity to challenge for the UPRISING World Championship…RIGHT NOW!
As this announcement is made, Molly’s eyes widen. The crowd has gone completely to nuclear reactor meltdown level.
FUCK THAT SHIT!
FUCK THAT SHIT!
FUCK THAT SHIT!
They can protest, but the conditions of the title shot that Chris Mosh won allows this - Molly has no choice but to defend her newly won championship right now! Knowing the gambit that has been laid before her, Molly clenches her fists and pulls the title close to her. She grasps it tights as she stands up, turning around and extending her arm without turning around. With the belt held outwards, the official takes it from her and hands it to the ringside attendant.
The camera at ringside catches Molly’s face.
Rage.
Pure, unbridled rage.
The bell rings.
UPRISING WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
MOLLY HATCHET (c) vs CHRIS MOSH
FUCK THAT SHIT!
FUCK THAT SHIT!
Molly turns around, charging at Mosh! Mosh, however, smiles as he steps forward in a side shuffle and extends his foot up and forward. Molly has no time to stop as it connects right into her face! She eats the Superkick like breakfast, staggering backwards but somehow still on her feet! She stumbles forward, eating a kick to the gut from Mosh! Mosh pulls her in… MOSH PLEX!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL) AND NEW UPRISING WORLD CHAMPION: CHRIS MOSH
As soon as the final count has been made and the bell is rung, Graham Clauson bolts out from the entrance to the stage and makes a beeline towards the ring! Realizing he needs to escape quickly, Mosh releases the suplex and begins to roll out of the ring to the side as quickly as he can! Graham makes it to ringside and slides into the ring on his stomach at the same time Mosh escapes, standing up and rushing the ropes. The ropes stop Graham as he reaches out with both of his arms at Mosh; his teeth bared, seething and nearly slobbering!
Mari and Summer both join Mosh at ringside with the UPRISING World Championship in Mari’s hands. Mosh, being grabbed by the waist by Summer in effort to pull him away from ringside, shrugs towards Graham with a smirk - accomplished, and now with a new accolade. The fans, however, are not done with expressing their opinion as a cup of beer gets thrown towards The One Percent! Then, another! And another!
As this is happening, Graham has made his way to the ropes facing towards the stage as The One Percent makes their retreat. He leans against the top rope before stepping through and sitting on the middle rope. He begs for them to return to the ring, but they decline as Mari wraps the belt around Mosh’s waist as they walk backwards up the rampway. As this is happening, more trash and food begins to make its way into the ringside area and rampway - popcorn, hot dogs, and even an entire order of nachos (cheese sauce and all) - hits the new World Champion right in the middle of his chest! He laughs at this, throwing his head back and extending his arms out as the nacho container falls off of his chest, leaving cheese sauce to drip down his chest and stomach, and even onto the championship!
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© UPRISING 2022
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QUICKIE RESULTS:
LOLA DANE vs JESSIE SALCO
ACE SKY vs ROSS HANSON
AMY SANTINO vs JACKI O'LANTERN
NESSA WALL vs ARIA vs MELODY SLAYTON vs ANDREA HERNANDEZ vs AZURINE VEBBINS
KERBEROS vs KASEY KASH
TALIA SKYE vs ALEXIS LEMON
SERENITY HOLMES vs REYNA CARTER & TERRA (W/ MARISOL VILARO)
SAMANTHA TOLSON vs CHRIS MOSH
SUMMER PAGE vs GORGO
GRIFFIN HAWKINS (c) vs MOLLY HATCHET
CHRIS MOSH vs MOLLY HATCHET
LOLA DANE vs JESSIE SALCO
ACE SKY vs ROSS HANSON
AMY SANTINO vs JACKI O'LANTERN
NESSA WALL vs ARIA vs MELODY SLAYTON vs ANDREA HERNANDEZ vs AZURINE VEBBINS
KERBEROS vs KASEY KASH
TALIA SKYE vs ALEXIS LEMON
SERENITY HOLMES vs REYNA CARTER & TERRA (W/ MARISOL VILARO)
SAMANTHA TOLSON vs CHRIS MOSH
SUMMER PAGE vs GORGO
GRIFFIN HAWKINS (c) vs MOLLY HATCHET
CHRIS MOSH vs MOLLY HATCHET