Post by Admin on Mar 9, 2023 1:00:19 GMT -5
LIVE FROM THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM at the historic ELDORADO CASINO in RENO, NV MARCH 11, 2023 |
INT. ELDORADO CASINO — GM'S OFFICE
The scene opens inside the office of Jackson, the CEO of Uprising. The words EARLIER TODAY flash acrosss the screen. Inside that space is an angry and fuming Marisol Vilaro, staring directly at the silver-haired CEO. The Fitness Queen has had a rough time with it, with the events of Unleashed 4, which took place after her public workout. The Leader of the One Percent is dressed to the nines in a red split top dress, black Gucci high heel sandals, and a matching black Gucci handbag over her shoulder.
MARISOL VILARO
You saw what happened last show; that stupid moronic imbecile known as JPD decided to ruin my moment with his stupid stunt. Like, how was that even approved to be here? Camel meat?! Is that even–
JACKSON
It's not. Believe me, I've had PETA up my ass for the last two weeks about it.
The CEO sits behind his desk, a pair of reading glasses perched on top of his head where sunglasses would have been a decade earlier.
MARISOL VILARO
And then he has the gall to try and make innuendos like the sick fuck he is?! Like what's going on here? I thought we had an understanding.
Marisol's clearly upset, tugging on her purple butterfly necklace a bit before returning her gaze to Jackson who's still sitting there, doing nothing but soaking up her tirade.
MARISOL VILARO
Plus we all know Stronkmus is filled with cheap artificial bullshit! I mean it's all on my website – every ingredient listed clearly in black and white. It explains why #Vilarisups is the way to go. Common sense, really. But anyway, something needs to be done about this. Because if he keeps pushing, there are going to be consequences!
JACKSON
Honestly, I don’t know what’s happening around here. I didn’t sanction that whole Stronkumms display, but apparently it’s part of his contract, that he’s got permission from the board of investors to peddle his wares as long as he gives a percentage of anything sold during our broadcasts to us. If I’d known he was going to pull that stunt, I’d have put the kibosh on it. Do you know how much I had to fork out for that cleaning bill for all that spoiled so-called “meat”?
He sighs.
JACKSON
Listen, Marisol. We had an agreement here. You and I – that Vilaro products would be the only ones advertised by name on our shows. I never intended to go back on that… and if I had, you’d have been the first to know.
Marisol's face grows red with anger, clearly not happy.
MARISOL VILARO
Yeah you know how many showers I had to take to get that nasty shit off of me?! Like I am not going to allow this to happen at all, again and again, or allow these other morons who think they can disrespect me to walk around thinking it's safe to do so. I am beyond pissed off right now.
Marisol sighs in frustration.
MARISOL VILARO
Like everyone wants to be an idiot and not appreciate what myself and the One Percent do for Uprising. This Lethal Lottery ideally should come down to Mosh vs. a member of the One Percent. I mean what better main event could there be?
JACKSON
Ideally, sure. But we had others jockeying for position ahead of Summer’s rematch and it made more sense to just throw a little chaos into the mix. If it’s meant to be, I’m sure the One Percent are going to have representation.
Mari looks frustrated, sighing loudly.
MARISOL VILARO
As long as it's not that one-eyed bastard; he ruined perfectly good ring gear. One Percent has been disrespected enough, especially me. Summer does deserve her rematch but she needs to learn how to answer a damn phone! Either way, at the end of Equinox, the One Percent retain the gold.
JACKSON
Far as I know, Jace hasn’t been in the building yet today. I’d just really like to have one night where all hell doesn’t break loose. If that happens in Japan…
He shakes his head.
JACKSON
Enough negativity – don’t want to jinx it. Either way, we’ll be putting on the best damn show we have since the place opened. I’m just glad that I’ve got someone on this roster I know I can count on in you, Marisol. No matter what happens at Equinox and beyond… I’m proud of all you’ve accomplished.
Marisol looks up, almost in a confused tone not used to hearing those very words.
MARISOL VILARO
You... are? I mean, of course you are! You can count on me; I have been a constant since I arrived. Some have gone, some have come but I have been here being exactly what I say I am, time in and time out, creating the most powerful group to grace this business. I am not so easily stopped, as you have seen.
Marisol says with a light smile; this means a lot. But she still wants to maintain her veneer of confidence.
MARISOL VILARO
I am glad to have a boss who knows what they have in front of them in me and my One Percent.
JACKSON
Moreso you, if I’m being honest. The rest of them could be interchangeable. We both know you’re the glue holding it all together. Without you, would Mosh have even thought to cash in? I doubt it. Would Summer have had the confidence to challenge Griffin, let alone win? Absolutely not. Don’t shortchange yourself. Our doors are still open largely in part to you, Marisol.
Marisol nods.
MARISOL VILARO
I mean, Mosh needed an agent, and Summer did, too. This is why I came in originally. Well that and to be a personal trainer. I have done more than my fair share for them, for the others who came through. Honestly, everyone who has ever crossed my path has benefitted from it, even if they are too deluded to see. Honestly, I am just glad you see that. Just used to most people trying to take me for granted.
The CEO chuckles, shaking his head.
JACKSON
People suck. Even more in this business than any other. They’ll use you for whatever they think they can and the moment you say no to their narcissistic bullshit, they’ll cry foul and accuse you of picking favorites.
Marisol nods her head.
MARISOL VILARO
Or the moment you call them on their nonsense and their little sycophants come out of the woodwork. I have noticed that in the last two years. People think they can be rid of me that easily via popular opinion from a bunch of people who lack vision? You have been very supportive since I arrived and I thank you for that.
He looks like he wants to say something but then shakes his head, abruptly changing the subject.
JACKSON
I’m going to do my best to make Davidson pay for embarrassing you.. At least more than karma already has by fucking up his vision.
Marisol nods, her expression showing off her lifted mood.
MARISOL VILARO
Good, no one deserves karma more than him and that two-bit tramp of his. Two people who have constantly tried to bring me down, and just like I am bringing karma to Serenity Holmes for her past transgressions, they will all pay.
JACKSON
Let’s just hope that tonight serves as a reset. A clean slate without any further bullshit.
He gets up and walks around the desk, resting his hand gently on her shoulder for a moment.
JACKSON
I’ve got some last minute preparation to get to. And I’m sure you’ve got better things to do than talking to a bitter old man. Good luck tonight. For you and the One Percent.
Marisol nods her head, and says.
MARISOL VILARO
Thanks. Yeah, sadly, I have to make sure Mosh is ready since he's decided he's going to make that special challenge tonight. Not only that, I should check in with the rest of the One Percent, make sure they are all participating in the lottery.
Marisol soon turns on her heel and heads out, happy with how that talk went. We fade from her departure into the updated opening video package.
CUT TO:
INT. ELDORADO CASINO — BACKSTAGE.
A black bingo rolling drum sits on a table in one of the many studio rooms located behind the curtain of the Silver State Ballroom. In attendance are Steve Goldstein (Intern), Stefanie Delano (Head Referee), Perry Rowler (Chief Brand Officer) and several unidentified officials and guards whose jobs it is to ensure a fair and proper drawing.
Small talk chatters across the room while the camera crew documents the moments leading up to the next wrestler to come walking through the door for their chance to enter the Lethal Lottery and earn a shot at the UPRISING World Title.
A series of knocks tap on the door, the ol’ 'Shave and a Haircut' bit. Delano asks Steve to let whoever in before turning back to Perry and continuing their talk. Steve, who had been sitting rather bored on the table, hops down to cross the room and open the door.
Enter Yelena Gorgo.
Steve stumbles backward, facing her for the first time since their Mad-Max-esque semi-truck stunt that had him riding shotgun as Gorgo drove the big red wildly through downtown Reno.
GORGO
Well, well, well, look who it is. My partner in crime.
She’s holding that barbed wire bat over the shoulder of a black, croc-skin bomber jacket. As she steps into the room, Steve backpedals, nearly tripping over his heels in such a hurry. He quickly scurries behind Stef Delano and hides, occasionally peaking out when his courage allows it.
GORGO
That hurts, Mr. Goldstein. We shared so much together. I thought we were going to be friends forever. Friends for real—
DELANO
(having heard enough)
Cut it, Gorgo. Step up and draw. Leave the kid alone.
A single laugh escapes Gorgo’s lips as she walks toward UPRISING’s chief official. The two women briefly stand chest to chest, with Delano staring up with daggers in her eyes, the animosity likely due in part to how the Red Queen has mishandled members of the officiating crew.
GORGO
Oh, are we actually enforcing the rules here? How odd that must be for you, Ms. Delano. Let me ask you a question. If I reach into the drum, do I get a five count before I’m disqualified, or is that one of those rules we’re supposed to follow but no one really does?
Delano doesn’t bother. Faster to just get this over, she probably figures while standing aside. Steve moves with her, allowing Gorgo a clear path to the drum. Perry is waiting for her with his hand on the crank, ready to start spinning.
GORGO
Mr. Rowler, how’s the back?
Perry scowls sarcastically as his hand starts to spin the drum, but Gorgo stops him.
GORGO
No need to bother, Mr. Rowler. I’ll save you the effort.
She reaches inside the pocket of her jacket and pulls out a gold ball.
PERRY
What the fu—
DELANO
How did you get that?
Delano rushes over to snatch that out of Gorgo’s hand.
PERRY
It’s a fake. She’s a phony, just trying to cheat her way into the match, which is goddamn hilarious coming from the woman who claims to be cleaning up UPRISING.
GORGO
It’s not a fake.
PERRY
Bullshit!
GORGO
Ms. Delano, as the person who our wonderfully incompetent CEO placed in charge of this bad joke of a drawing, you are fully briefed on the security features put into place to ensure that each and every golden ball is not only accounted for, but verifiable, correct?
DELANO
(inspecting the ball)
Yes, of course. There are only six, and each one is imprinted with a serial number… What the fu—
PERRY
No, it can’t be. Not like this.
Delano turns to the camera and holds the ball up. The camera moves in and focuses, showing a serial number embossed in the gold, until Gorgo snatches it back into her possession.
PERRY
She has to draw it. She can’t just have it.
GORGO
Really? You have someone on this roster who has spent all week threatening to steal a golden ball to get into the match if he didn’t draw one himself. No one corrected him. Not you. Not Jackson. Not Ms. Delano here. I don’t need to draw from your silly little game because I don’t need luck, Mr. Rowler. Luck is for losers. What’s the saying? Work smarter, not harder. By the way, feel free to open the drum up. You will find one less gold ball than you accounted for.
DELANO
We will but, for the time being…
STEVE/PERRY
Oh no…
DELANO
Gorgo has earned her entry into the Lethal Lottery. Five balls remain.
The Red Queen shoves her proverbial ticket to the main event in her jacket while turning away. She pulls the bat off her shoulder and swings it like a natural-born American who grew up on baseball. Steve winces at each whiff through the air.
GORGO
That’s just goddamn wonderful. I’m feeling good, people. Like every moment in my life has led to this.
(swing)
I’m feeling good. Feeling Lethal. Get it?
(swing)
She looks back at a room full of sour faces.
GORGO
Cheer up, backaroos. What none of you seem to understand is that I am necessary. I’m the woman who is willing to do what others won’t. I’ll attack people with a barbed wire bat. I’ll steal a production truck and drive it into the river. I’ll attack referees who refuse to do their jobs. Why? Honestly, I haven’t a clue. I mean, sure, I am doing these things for a reason, but why did I agree to all this? That’s a good question. Maybe the answer is in my little pocket here. Maybe all I wanted was an opportunity. Opportunity is a dangerous thing in the hands of someone who is willing to do anything to succeed.
Gorgo waltzes through the door and out into the hall. She can be heard whistling 'Happy and You Know It' as the camera swings over to Perry who already has his cell phone out while storming out in the other direction.
PERRY
This is insane. I have to call Jackson.
CUT TO:
INT. THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM — THE RING
UNITY DIVISION MATCH
CLOUD 9 vs DEATHRIDERS
Donovan steps between the ropes, his eyes fixed on Kaya Parker. He makes the heart shape with his hands, and the crowd pops for the adorable display of affection. Parker's less-than-impressed as she steps between the ropes but then she pauses, looking out over the crowd. Smirking, she presses a hand to her lips, and blows Donovan a kiss across the ring. He looks like he might actually swoon from the reciprocation and Kaya takes the opportunity to come in hot, crashing into him with a running crossbody! She hooks him by the head and drives him down with a sickening DDT! Our opening contest is off to a speedy start with a quick cover!
ONE!
TW—NO!
Kaya hoists Donovan back up, executing a flawless bulldog. Donovan struggles to his feet, shaking away the cobwebs, but Kaya is right there, and she takes Donovan down again with a vicious multiple kick combination, slamming the back of his head against the turnbuckles as he falls back. Unfortunately, even though he's stunned, they're close enough to the Cloud 9 corner that Ace can tag himself in! He does, nailing Kaya in the chest with a kick that drives her back. Kaya gets back up and charges Ace, taking him down with vicious tackle. She straddles Ace, getting the crowd a little heated as she starts pummeling him with a Thesz press. Ace fires back with a wicked sucker shot that catches Kaya in the chin, snapping her head back and he flings her off. She scrambles towards the outstretched hand of her sister but Ace hooks her heel and pulls her back, right into a crossface choke! He leans back and slaps hands with Donovan who springs off the top rope with an amazing moonsault, crashing down on Kaya to hook both legs. Ace leaps to his feet and dives across the ring, spearing Lilith right off the apron!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
ONE!
TW—NO!
Kaya hoists Donovan back up, executing a flawless bulldog. Donovan struggles to his feet, shaking away the cobwebs, but Kaya is right there, and she takes Donovan down again with a vicious multiple kick combination, slamming the back of his head against the turnbuckles as he falls back. Unfortunately, even though he's stunned, they're close enough to the Cloud 9 corner that Ace can tag himself in! He does, nailing Kaya in the chest with a kick that drives her back. Kaya gets back up and charges Ace, taking him down with vicious tackle. She straddles Ace, getting the crowd a little heated as she starts pummeling him with a Thesz press. Ace fires back with a wicked sucker shot that catches Kaya in the chin, snapping her head back and he flings her off. She scrambles towards the outstretched hand of her sister but Ace hooks her heel and pulls her back, right into a crossface choke! He leans back and slaps hands with Donovan who springs off the top rope with an amazing moonsault, crashing down on Kaya to hook both legs. Ace leaps to his feet and dives across the ring, spearing Lilith right off the apron!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER (VIA PINFALL): CLOUD 9
CUT TO:
INT. ELDORADO CASINO — BACKSTAGE.
We open backstage where we see Amy Santino sitting alone with her cell phone in hand as she scrolls through Twitter and those who have been tweeting about the show so far. Off in the distance, Steve The Intern is manning the bingo drum while some of the lesser known talent are lined up to draw. She looks up to see a camera, she smiles and begins to speak about her thoughts for the big match as she places her phone to her side.
AMY SANTINO
It’s been a long while since I last had a title in my possession.
In fact… almost a year in May.
I don’t want to wait another year for a title… I want to be challenging for titles and I am not prepared to sit back and wait and allow those around to me to take take take, while I get fuck all. Just look at Melody Slayton for instance. Who the fuck is she and why is she getting a title shot ahead of me?
Amy shakes her head and lets out a breath.
AMY SANTINO
I am moving on and use that frustration later on. Here is some information to all my opponents. Did you know that before I came here, I was in Sin City Underground? I held the GRIME Championship for 214 days between my two reigns. I was a dominant champion, beating everyone with various punishing stipulations. I had no fear… I only had enjoyment. I am also a multi-time champion in SCW and hall of famer.
Just such a shame that it closed.
So far in Uprising… I have had mixed results. It’s been hard to establish myself and make a name for myself again and as I said before, it doesn’t help with others getting title before me. But that is going to change tonight. Everyone has been given their thoughts on Twitter about this match… claiming that they will get one of these golden balls and advance to getting a potential shot. I made a point, but it was only short and brief as I don’t want to give away too much.
She pauses, watching as Max Ironside and Blade Lopez make their way past where she sits, both looking dejected.
AMY SANTINO
While everyone bickers amongst themselves and tries to make the best possible case on Twitter, I'm here. Watching. Waiting. I'm sure there will be some of us taking advantage and sneak in and take one of those golden balls. To be honest it sounds easy enough given all the chaos around here lately, but I am not stupid. I will let others bicker amongst themselves, let them try and stack the decks in their favor; rest assured, I will get involved and eliminate the biggest threats. I don't need luck to get the title shot that I rightly deserve.
This is to everyone on the roster… friend or foe. I am going through all of you. I am going to get that title shot and I am going to win it.
Chris Mosh… you don’t know me. But you will!
Amy smirks before returning her focus back to her cell phone as we cut away to another affiliate ad break.
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AMY SANTINO
It’s been a long while since I last had a title in my possession.
In fact… almost a year in May.
I don’t want to wait another year for a title… I want to be challenging for titles and I am not prepared to sit back and wait and allow those around to me to take take take, while I get fuck all. Just look at Melody Slayton for instance. Who the fuck is she and why is she getting a title shot ahead of me?
Amy shakes her head and lets out a breath.
AMY SANTINO
I am moving on and use that frustration later on. Here is some information to all my opponents. Did you know that before I came here, I was in Sin City Underground? I held the GRIME Championship for 214 days between my two reigns. I was a dominant champion, beating everyone with various punishing stipulations. I had no fear… I only had enjoyment. I am also a multi-time champion in SCW and hall of famer.
Just such a shame that it closed.
So far in Uprising… I have had mixed results. It’s been hard to establish myself and make a name for myself again and as I said before, it doesn’t help with others getting title before me. But that is going to change tonight. Everyone has been given their thoughts on Twitter about this match… claiming that they will get one of these golden balls and advance to getting a potential shot. I made a point, but it was only short and brief as I don’t want to give away too much.
She pauses, watching as Max Ironside and Blade Lopez make their way past where she sits, both looking dejected.
AMY SANTINO
While everyone bickers amongst themselves and tries to make the best possible case on Twitter, I'm here. Watching. Waiting. I'm sure there will be some of us taking advantage and sneak in and take one of those golden balls. To be honest it sounds easy enough given all the chaos around here lately, but I am not stupid. I will let others bicker amongst themselves, let them try and stack the decks in their favor; rest assured, I will get involved and eliminate the biggest threats. I don't need luck to get the title shot that I rightly deserve.
This is to everyone on the roster… friend or foe. I am going through all of you. I am going to get that title shot and I am going to win it.
Chris Mosh… you don’t know me. But you will!
Amy smirks before returning her focus back to her cell phone as we cut away to another affiliate ad break.
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