Vendetta I | Thursday, June 30th, 2016

[RSW Wrestling]

VENDETTA I

JUNE 30TH, 2016 | THE ARENA | SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA

PRE SHOW

CUT TO:

INT. CONFERENCE ROOM – THE ARENA – JUNE 30TH, 2016

The conference room was bigger than average. RSW's current president and chairman were present, as were the team that had created the staff of RSW.

Shawn DeLise, the vice president of operations, sat in the chair at the head of the conference table. He was paying no attention to the team around him; his eyes were glued to his cell phone, and his fingers were texting away.

The commissioner, Jack Owyns, slouched back into his chair. His feet were up on the conference table, and he was smoking a cigarette.

T.J. Andrews, RSW's chief correspondent, sat beside RSW's backstage correspondent, Evelyn Sparks. They were locked in a deep conversation.

Bruce Jack, RSW's color commentator, passed a piece of paper to his teammate, play-by-play commentary member Bryan Raymond. Bryan accepted the note and took a look at it.

Billy Mack, the head referee, discussed techniques with his two referees in training, Leo Parker and Tommy Cunningham.

The main conference room door opened.

GEORGIA DELISE
“Good evening, everybody. Sorry I'm late; I
had a few last documents to get in order
before tonight’s show.”

Georgia DeLise entered into the conference room carrying a stack of folders.

GEORGIA DELISE (CONT’D)
“How’s everybody doing tonight?”

Georgia DeLise stopped in front of Jack Owyns, with a little look of shock in her facial expression. She moved in beside Jack and dropped the stack of folders, before taking the smoke from his lips and putting it out in TJ Andrews' half-full coffee mug.

GEORGIA DELISE
“Smoke-free environment, Owyns!”

Georgia moved away from Jack and started to walk around the table towards her spot at the head of the table.

GEORGIA DELISE
“It’s so nice to know you took my advice
and dressed professionally.”

She was being sarcastic. Jack was Jack, and he was dressed in his normal black hoodie, torn jeans, and steel-toe boots. However, he did at least have a tie around his neck, a tie he waved at her with his hand.

Georgia ignored him and came up to Shawn, who had claimed her spot at the head of the table.

GEORGIA DELISE
“Excuse me.”

Shawn looked at his sister, rolled his eyes, and put his intense texting conversation into his pocket. He stood up and signalled for her to take her spot.

SHAWN DELISE
“Just keeping it warm for you, sis.”

She claimed her spot as Shawn took a seat in an empty chair to her right. The room went quiet, and all eyes were now on Georgia.

GEORGIA DELISE
“I’m glad everybody managed to attend
tonight’s meeting. I know it’s a bit
late, and fans are already entering
the arena, so I won’t take up much
of your time because we all have jobs
that need to be done. I pretty much
called this meeting to make sure
everybody is on the same page tonight.”

Georgia turned and looked at her head referee, Billy Mack.

GEORGIA DELISE (CONT’D)
“Billy Mack.”

BILLY MACK
“Me and my team, Leo and Tommy right here,
have studied, re-read, and learned the
guidelines of RSW. If any sort of hardcore
presents, the match will be automatically
thrown out. Keep matches clean, and keep
both opponents in line during the match.”

Georgia DeLise gave Billy Mack a smile.

GEORGIA DELISE
“Thank you, Billy Mack.”

JACK OWYNS
“Might as well say, 'Fuck entertainment.'”

Georgia shot Jack the dirtiest of dirty looks.

GEORGIA DELISE
“Which brings me to another matter that needs
to be discussed. Swearing will not be
tolerated. Does everybody understand? This
is one rule I will enforce harshly.”

She looked around the room.

SHAWN DELISE
“I’ll keep it G-rated, sis.”

TJ ANDREWS
“Not a problem, Miss DeLise.”

EVELYN SPARKS
“Yes, Miss DeLise.”

BRUCE AND BRYAN
“Sure thing.”

BILLY MACK
“Not a problem.”

JACK OWYNS
“Oh, fuckin’ shit.”

Georgia took in a deep breath and looked to Shawn, who was all smiles. Shawn tried to look innocent, shrugging his shoulders and putting his hands up.

GEORGIA DELISE
“TJ, I hope you and Miss Sparks were
able to go over the notes I emailed
you last week?”

She looked away from her brother and over towards TJ Andrews.

TJ ANDREWS
“We did. Keep every interview directed towards
wrestling, and ask no questions which could
turn the interview into a heated conversation.
Keep it G, as children are watching from home
and inside the arena.”

EVELYN SPARKS
“We will not let you down, Miss DeLise.”

Georgia gave both TJ and Evelyn a kind-looking smile.

GEORGIA DELISE
“Bruce Jack and Bryan Raymond. Keep it
clean and professional.”

Both members of the announcement team nodded in agreement.

GEORGIA DELISE
“And you, Jack. I’m being serious – no
swearing, and no touching any of the
hired superstars, fans – just don’t
touch anybody. Got it?”

Jack looked at Shawn, something Georgia picked up on right away.

GEORGIA DELISE
“Remember, Jack. My name is the name that
signs your check, not his.”

Shawn played stupid, looking at his sister as if he had no clue what she meant. Jack just shook his head.

GEORGIA DELISE
“Good. Everybody is on the same page, so
let’s get out there and show those
viewers why RSW is the future!”

The team members exited the conference room.

LIVE SHOW

CUT TO:

INT. ANNOUNCERS TABLE – THE ARENA – SHOWTIME

Announcers Bruce Jack and Bryan Raymond sit behind a table surrounded by a rowdy pack of fans. The atmosphere is loud, and music pumps out of the speakers that litter the entire arena.

BRUCE JACK
“Welcome, folks! I am Bruce Jack!”

BRYAN RAYMOND
“And I am Bryan Raymond!”

BRUCE JACK
“And tonight, we are live down here in
the Bay City of San Francisco,
California, bringing to you—”

BRYAN RAYMOND
“—The very first—”

BRUCE JACK
“—Ready, Set, Wrestle—”

BRYAN RAYMOND
“—Premiere wrestling show broadcast
live!”

BRUCE JACK
“We are bringing you Vendetta!”

The crowd of rowdy fans gets noisier at the sound of Vendetta.

BRUCE JACK
“And boy oh boy, do we have a show loaded
for you tonight. Start to finish.”

BRYAN RAYMOND
“Lord Blake takes on King.”

BRUCE JACK
“Both men who lack any experience inside
the ring. Zip, zero, nada!”

BRYAN RAYMOND
“Raven MacDemare makes her in-ring debut
against Braydon Knox.”

BRUCE JACK
“Another two with no experience!”

BRYAN RAYMOND
“Walter Hobbs, also making his in-ring debut,
faces Arthur Thomas.”

BRUCE JACK
“Starting to see a trend here. Nobody seems
to have any experience inside the ring.
Could be either a great night or – a very
well learned learning curve.”

BRYAN RAYMOND
“Except in the main event. We have two
wrestlers with experience under their
belt.”

BRUCE JACK
“Two convicts, beautiful convicts.”

BRYAN RAYMOND
“A former Deathcore Champion, Arianny
Blake, set to face her best friend,
Mondae Chaos.”

‘Black Skinhead’ by Jacques Slade erupts on the stereo system.

BRUCE JACK
“In some kind of act of revenge, the
commissioner has squared the two
friends off against each other.”

BRYAN RAYMOND
“Which I think is an idea he might not
have thought out so clearly.”

BRUCE JACK
“Nope. But it looks as if RSW superstar
Lord Blake and his girlfriend Raven
MacDemare are ready to make their way
down to the ring.”

CUT TO:

INT. IN-RING – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Lord Blake stands in the ring, holding a red solo cup in his hand, and to his side is his girlfriend, manager, and fellow RSW superstar Raven MacDemare. He takes a sip of his rum and coke before taking the microphone that Raven has passed to him.

LORD BLACK
“Rave and I. We’ve been insulted, we sit
there and go completely out of our way
for King. Which we didn’t even need to,
but we chose to. We decided to.”

Lord points between himself and Raven MacDemare.

LORD BLACK (CONT’D)
“In this time of need, losing a son can
be no small burden to carry, but we
opened our arms to him, opened our home
to him, and you want to know how he
responded.”

RAVEN MACDEMARE
“He didn’t show up.”

Raven speaks while staring only at Lord, eating up every word he speaks, and looking at him like he is some god.

LORD BLAKE
“Yes. Ugh. He didn’t show up? Have you
ever been slapped in the face so hard?
I’ve never have, but I picture it
feeling a lot like that.”

Raven begins rubbing his back, trying to comfort her distraught boyfriend.

LORD BLAKE (CONT’D)
“So have I. Rave, too. We demand before
any match takes place here that King
come down and apologize to both of us
for the time we wasted on something so
special that we created.”

Lord takes another drink from his Solo cup.

LORD BLAKE (CONT’D)
“Right now.”

He drops the microphone to the canvas.

RAVEN MACDEMARE
“You sound so good on that microphone;
look at all my goosebumps.”

Raven shows Lord her arms.

CUT TO: MATCH 1 – LORD BLAKE VS KING – STANDARD MATCH Lord Blake stands face to face with King, red solo cup in hand, as the two stare each other down in the moments leading up to the beginning of their match. The referee explains the rules to both of them and just as he orders them back to their corners King smacks the cup out of Lord Blake’s hand and points at him as both back up to their corners as instructed. Half a second later the bell rings and in the blink of an eye both men fly at each other, exchanging strikes and chaining moves together with neither man truly getting any kind of advantage. Blake manages to get the early upper hand by using his slightly larger and heavier frame to muscle King back into the corner. From there the match stalls and the referee steps in to separate them and when Blake backs off King steps out of the corner and lands a combo of a knee to the midsection followed by a European uppercut that sends Blake stumbling backwards, finishing the series of attacks with a quick drop kick that knocks Blake down. Immediately King covers but only gets a quick two count. King smirks at Blake, toying with him a bit as both men get back to their feet. King whips Lord Blake into the ropes but Blake manages to hold on instead of rebounding towards his opponent. King, having not anticipated this, had leapt into the air and crashes down to the mat awkwardly, having whiffed on an attempted drop kick. As King is getting back to his feet, Blake seizes the opportunity and delivers a perfect running knee to the side of Kings head, dropping him to the mat once more. With momentum securely in his favor, Blake grabs a hold of hand full of hair and pulls the self-professed king back to his feet before whipping him into the corner. Taking his time, Blake moves to the corner and delivers a number of kicks to the abdomen, dropping his opponent to a seated position. Seeing a clear opportunity to put the match in the bag, Blake backs away and bounces off the ropes, gaining speed and going for “Drunk Text”, although king somehow manages to roll out of the way. With Blake hung out to try, the camera gets a good shot of the inscription on the bottom of his boot which reads “! ca&n,t f$el my t##th.” Given the position he was left in, he probably wished he couldn’t feel his family jewels either. While Blake slides off of the middle rope he had been left straddling, groaning in pain, King slowly makes his way to his feet. After gaining his bearings and catching his breath for a moment, King moves to pull Black back up to his feet. Much like Blake had a moment earlier, King looks to end the match and leaps into the air, trying to deliver a Muay Flying Front Knee Strike, which Blake somehow manages to stumble out of the way (resembling a drunk person). With lightning quick reflexes, as King lands deftly and turns around, CRACK! SILVER BULLET SUPERKICK! King drops like the deuce that Blake’s girlfriend looks like, and Blake covers for the pinfall. 1… 2… 3!!!! WINNER: Winner by Pinfal – LORD BLAKE! [06:35]

CUT TO:

INT. GEORGIA DELISE'S OFFICE – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Georgia DeLise sits behind her desk staring up at an older blonde lady, Lana Hobbs.

LANA HOBBS
“I really appreciate your taking the
time to meet with me tonight, being
on such short notice.”

GEORGIA DELISE
“My door is always open, Mrs. Hobbs.”

Lana Hobbs smiles, reaching into her purse.

LANA HOBBS
“This will only take a minute, but I’d
like to ask you if I could have a
change in the match that my hubby,
Walter, is in tonight?”

GEORGIA DELISE
“A change? Do you not want Walter
competing tonight?”

Lana pulls a stack of printed papers out of her purse.

LANA HOBBS
“Oh, no. I want Walter to compete, and
he wants to compete, but I feel the
match doesn’t suit his style.”

GEORGIA DELISE
“How so?”

Lana handed the stack of papers over the desk into the hands of Georgia.

LANA HOBBS
“I don’t think the match is extreme
enough, violent enough for
Walter's taste.”

Georgia took one look at the papers. “Top Ten Deathmatches” was printed across the top. She didn't need to look anymore. She put the papers down.

GEORGIA DELISE
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Hobbs, but this isn’t
the sort of company that produces
that kind of product. We are a company
based on pure wrestling, and Walter –
let’s be honest – doesn’t look like
the sort of person that is all about.”

Georgia pointed at the paper.

GEORGIA DELISE (CONT’D)
“This.”

Georgia grabbed the papers and passed them back to Lana.

GEORGIA DELISE
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Hobbs, but you will
have to inform Walter that Georgia
has denied his request.”

Lana snatched the papers from Georgia's hand, not really doing a good job of hiding her frustration.

LANA HOBBS
“That is unfortunate.”

Lana stuffed the papers into her purse.

GEORGIA DELISE
“Was there anything else I can help you with?”

LANA HOBBS
“No.”

Lana stood up and stormed out of the office of Georgia DeLise.

CUT TO:

INT. LOCKER ROOM – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Raven MacDemare sat on a fold-out chair, watching her man with a glow in her eyes. Lord Blake stood in front of her, pacing back and forth. Still dressed in his wrestling attire, he was just coming down from the adrenaline rush that he had experienced in the match against King.

RAVEN MACDEMARE
“You were so amazing out there. You made
it look so easy.”

LORD BLAKE

“Exactly! What did I tell you, Ravey? I
said I didn’t need any training
because, in all likelihood, wrestling
was in my parent’s blood, so it was in
mine, too! And guess who was right?”

Lord stopped his excited, back-and-forth pacing.

RAVEN MACDEMARE
“You were!”

Raven clapped her hands together.

RAVEN MACDEMARE
“You won?”

LORD BLAKE
“That is correct. I won!”

RAVEN MACDEMARE
“So, since my parents were wrestlers, and
I know you... That gives me enough
experience to win my match!”

Raven shook both her fists, actually believing that fact made her a wrestler.

LORD BLAKE
“Well—”

Raven looked over the moon at Lord’s response.

RAVEN MACDEMARE
“I cannot wait to try out the super orgasm.
Fly through the air and elbow drop.”

She was really excited.

CUT TO:

INT. EMPLOYEE PARKING LOT – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

A limo pulled up to the employee parking lot's main entrance. It came to a stop in front of the doors where an employee of RSW was waiting. He opened the door, and MGM, Arianny Blake, Mondae Chaos, Dallas Blake, and Fredrick the Hairdresser all step out.

The man who opened the door walked in front of MGM.

EMPLOYEE
“If you will follow me, Mr. DeLise has
given you your own private quarters.”

The employee waved for them to follow him as he began leading the way.

ARIANNY BLAKE
“Umm. Did he like really just wave for
us to follow him like some sort of
animal?”

MONDAE CHAOS
“Like we are some fucking dog?”

The employee froze with a mixture of embarrassment and fear.

EMPLOYEE
“No, no I didn’t mean it like that.
I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that.
I – I.”

Mondae Chaos walked up to him.

MONDAE CHAOS
“You didn’t mean what?”

EMPLOYEE
“It – it was an accident. I’m sorry.”

ARIANNY BLAKE
“That we are dogs?”

EMPLOYEE
“Yes – no, I mean no.”

MONDAE CHAOS
“Well, what the fuck is it? Either
we're dogs, or we aren’t, fool.”

The scared employee took a step back, putting space between himself the two mean girls.

EMPLOYEE
“I didn’t mean to refer to you guys
as dogs. You are not dogs.”

ARIANNY BLAKE
“But you are a dog, right? Dallas,
does he look like a dog?”

DALLAS BLAKE
“A very unattractive dog.”

The employee could not find any more words to say. Speechless, he just nodded his head.

MONDAE CHAOS
“Well, if you are a dog, shouldn’t you
be on the ground on all fucking fours?”

The employee glanced between them.

MONDAE CHAOS
“What the fuck you are waiting for?”

The employee, not taking his eyes off either of them, slowly got down on all fours.

ARIANNY BLAKE
“Bark.”

EMPLOYEE
“Please.”

MONDAE CHAOS
“Fucking bark.”

Mondae kicked the employee in the ass, which forced him down flat on his stomach. The employee looked up at them, and all four towered over him. He looked down at their feet, and then, he saw Jack Owyns.

EMPLOYEE
“Mr. Owyns!”

All four turned around.

JACK OWYNS
“'Ello, cunts!”

Before they could react and get out of the way, Jack Owyns cranked the valve, and water shot out of the fire hose.

Arianny Blake, Mondae Chaos, Dallas Blake, and Fredrick the Hairdresser all got knocked off their feet and onto their asses as the pressure pushed them all back.

Jack shut the valve and dropped the fire hose.

JACK OWYNS
“Welcome to RSW, bitches! HA!”

Jack walked off as MGM tried to recollect themselves.

CUT TO: MATCH 2 – RAVEN MACDEMARE VS BRAYDON KNOX – STANDARD MATCH If Raven MacDemare was nervous about her first ever professional wrestling match, she certainly wasn’t showing it. The size advantage that the massive Braydon Knox had over the 5’2” petite ex-Carolina Panthers cheerleader is laughable to say the least. Whoever had booked this match clearly hadn’t used common sense because Braydon, standing in the opposite corner, just looks pissed off and frustrated that he is even in this situation. Raven is nodding her head while her perfect boyfriend, Lord Blake, gives her instructions on how to beat Knox. Because apparently the fact he trained at a burnt down gym after it burned down makes him an expert. The referee glances over at Raven, who smiles at him, and then at Braydon, who just folds his insanely large arms across his chest and glares. With no choice in the matter, he calls for the bell. Before Braydon can lumber towards Raven, Lord Blake throws his hands up and steps in front of his girlfriend. “WAIT!” Lord motions for Raven to grab a microphone from the timekeeper and hand it to him. Obviously, she obliges. Lord taps the microphone to make sure it’s on before he begins to speak. “Look, dude. When I gave Ravey her promise ring, I said I would always love her, cherish her, and protect her. I absolutely can not, in good conscience, allow you to take another step tow-” CRACK! Lord Blake hits the mat with a thud. Braydon has flattened him with a big boot to the face. Raven screams and drops down beside Lord. She is shaking him, patting his cheeks, doing anything she can to revive him. Braydon uses this opportunity to grab Raven up by the scruff of her neck and throw her into the corner. The 20-year old crashes into the turnbuckle and crumbles up in a little ball. Shaking his head in disgust at what he’s being paid to do, Braydon grabs Raven by the ankle and drags her to the center of the ring. He puts his foot on her throat and motions for the referee to count and end the match. Raven gets her shoulder up at the 2! Shocked, Braydon looks down at his fallen opponent like she is the stupidest person he’s ever seen - and honestly she probably is - and sighs. Raven rolls out of the way, clutching at her throat and coughing. She reaches out, presumably for Lord, but he is now on the outside of the ring. He’s also trying to collect himself due to the abusive boot to the face he had taken. With Lord out of sight, Raven starts to crawl towards to the ropes. Once again, Braydon is there to grab her by the ankle. To her credit, Raven does attempt to kick him away, but the New Jersey native is 6’8.” If RSW were Game of Thrones, Braydon would be The Mountain. Raven’s weak kicks do not phase the big man whatsoever. He merely uses Raven’s ankle to throw her across the ring. For the second time, she hits the turnbuckle with a sickening thud. The crowd has no idea how to react to what they are seeing. This match is an absolute lopsided joke. It would not even remotely fit Joe DeLise’s vision for his company. On the outside, Lord has managed to shake the cobwebs out and sees that his beautiful angel is in extreme peril. He looks for something, anything, under the ring. His hand grabs a broom and even though he is looking at it like he has no idea what it is (he probably doesn’t as it’s Maid’s job to sweep), he slides in the ring with it. As Braydon positions Raven for a spiked piledriver, Lord takes matters into his own hands. He jabs Braydon in the back with the broom and when the bearded giant turns around, Lord smashes him right in the face!!!! But with the bristles. Of course, he used the bristles because he’s Lord Blake. Why would he ever stop and think to use the stick end?! Braydon bats the broom right out of Lord’s hands and he is more than irritated. “Shit. SHIT!” Lord launches himself at Braydon for lack of anything else to do. By this point, the referee has called for the bell. The end result is irrelevant though. Lord is doing his best to brawl with Braydon, all in an attempt to defend Raven’s honor. When Raven gathers herself and sees that Braydon has Lord pinned against the ropes and is choking him, she grabs the discarded broom. Despite the fact violence isn’t in her nature, Raven’s not about to let anyone hurt Lord. She slams the broom right across the back of Braydon Knox. Braydon whirls around, ready to strike the beauty vlogger down, but Lord nails him with a low blow. Braydon goes down to knees, gripping his junk, and Lord grabs Raven’s hand. They scramble out of the ring and quickly get the hell out of dodge before Braydon can come stumbling after them. WINNER: Winner by DQ – BRAYDON KNOX! [10:35]

CUT TO:

INT. GEORGIA DELISE'S OFFICE – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Georgia sat behind her desk with a remote control in her hand. She was watching Vendetta from her own personal TV set in her office. She pressed mute on the remote control and then placed it down on her desk. She clicked the button on her intercom.

GEORGIA DELISE
“Hi Marge, can you page Mr. Owyns and
inform him I want to talk with
him now.”

She took her finger off the button.

MARGE
“Right away, Miss DeLise, and Arthur
Thomas is here to see you.”

She pushed the button back down.

GEORGIA DELISE
“Send him in, Marge.”

She picked up the remote and turned the television set off.

CUT TO:

INT. RECEPTION AREA – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Arthur Thomas sat in the waiting room, completely passed out, holding a magazine in his hands.

CUT TO:

INT. GEORGIA DELISE’S OFFICE – THE ARENA – 10 MINUTES LATER

Georgia watched her door, growing a bit impatient. She pressed the button on the intercom.

GEORGIA DELISE
“Marge?”

She waited a few moments for a response, but it never came.

Georgia stood up from her chair and walked across the room to the door leading into her office. She opened the door and stepped out into the reception area.

CUT TO:

INT. RECEPTION AREA – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

She gently pushed Arthur Thomas on the shoulder.

GEORGIA DELISE
“Arthur?”

He snored.

GEORGIA DELISE
“Mr. Thomas!”

When she raised her voice, Arthur Thomas's eyes shot open, and he sprung up from the chair. He took a moment and looked around, wiping his mouth just in case there was any slobber running down his chin.

GEORGIA DELISE
“Did you fall asleep?”

ARTHUR THOMAS
“Oh, I was up late last night preparing
for and thinking about the match
tonight. These chairs are very comfy,
and one thing led to another...and I
had a quick power nap.”

Georgia gave him a concerned look.

GEORGIA DELISE
“Arthur, a medical report came to
my attention, and—”

ARTHUR THOMAS
“—I'm sure you, you have nothing to
worry about.”

GEORGIA DELISE
“It says –”

Arthur quickly interrupted and cut her off.

ARTHUR THOMAS
“I assure you that doctor doesn’t know
what he is talking about, and I’ve
already got another appointment with
a REAL doctor in the works. That
entire day was just a bad day. I
promise you, I swear to you, nothing
is wrong with me.”

Georgia studied his face.

GEORGIA DELISE
“Fine. However, I want a full report
in my office the moment you see
this new doctor.”

Arthur nodded to her that it wouldn’t be an issue.

ARTHUR THOMAS
“Thank you, Georgia.”

Arthur reached out, grabbed her hand, and shook it before taking off. Georgia watched him for a mere second before heading back into her office.

Arthur stood in front of the door leading out of the office area.

He was asleep.

CUT TO:

INT. MGM PRIVATE LOCKER ROOM – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Not even bothering to knock, Shawn DeLise walked into the private locker room with a cell phone pinched between his shoulder and ear.

SHAWN DELISE
“That’s what I said, man. Just
get it fucking done.”

He hung up the phone and placed it into his jacket pocket.

Arianny Blake, Mondae Chaos, Dallas Blake, and Fredrick the Hairdresser, all wrapped in towels, stared at their boss.

MONDAE CHAOS
“You don’t know how to fucking knock?”

SHAWN DELISE
“I own this building; I don’t need
to knock.”

He snapped at Mondae. If she hadn’t been dressed in just a towel and had had a crossbow, she probably would have sunk an arrow through Shawn's voice box. In fact, she had just gotten out of prison.

SHAWN DELISE
“Well, don’t you all look like shit.
Did you just go for a swim or
something?”

DALLAS BLAKE
“Courtesy of your commissioner.”

Shawn paid no attention. He was focusing solely on Arianny Blake.

SHAWN DELISE
“I need to talk to you.”

He looked at the other three.

SHAWN DELISE (CONT’D)
“Privately. Tell them to leave.”

ARIANNY BLAKE
“Umm, no. Whatever you need to
tell me, you can say in front
of them.”

The response pissed Shawn off. However, he quickly recovered and shot his trademark cocky smile.

ARIANNY BLAKE
“Secondly, I thought we had an agreement
that you would keep Jack Owyns at bay.”

MONDAE CHAOS
“Some boss. He can’t even keep his own
fucking staff under control. Pitiful.”

Shawn shot Mondae the dirtiest death stare he could muster.

SHAWN DELISE
“And I fucking told her the dude is
a raging lunatic.”

He looked back to Arianny.

SHAWN DELISE
“Did I not say that?”

Arianny sighed and rolled her eyes at her boss.

SHAWN DELISE
“Good. We are on the same page again.
So now, here is the deal. I've thought
this out, and I’ve decided that from
here on out we are now an item.”

ARIANNY BLAKE
“Umm. Yeah, no. That is—”

Shawn held up his finger for her to stop talking.

SHAWN DELISE
“I wasn’t finished.”

Mondae went to take a run at Shawn, but Dallas and Fredrick managed to hold her back. Shawn paid no attention.

SHAWN DELISE (CONT’D)
“So, here is the deal—me and you are
now an item. It will make for good
press, and it will definitely make
for huge ratings. You and Dick Fusco
made for huge ratings, and if it
wasn’t for that saggy shit, you
wouldn’t even be where you are
today. So, look at it this way.
Consider it a fucking publicity
stunt. Plus...”

His phone rang.

SHAWN DELISE (CONT’D)
“I will reward you, more than
Fusco ever did.”

He looked at the number.

SHAWN DELISE (CONT’D)
“And this is one of those rewards.

He answered the phone and put it to his ear. He turned and started to walk out of the locker room of MGM. He stopped, took the phone away from his ear, and looked back at Mondae and Arianny.

SHAWN DELISE
“You both look like shit right now, two
homeless bums on the boardwalk. Clean
yourselves up and look hot for the
main event. Dress fucking sexy will you.”

He returned to his phone conversation and walked out.

Mondae Chaos and Arianny stared at each other for a moment.

MONDAE CHAOS
“So yeah. I’m going to fucking murder
that asshole.”

ARIANNY BLAKE
“I’d rather put a live grenade in my
mouth than let that anywhere
near it.”

DALLAS BLAKE
“I doubt that.”

Arianny Blake shot her twin brother a dirty look.

CUT TO: MATCH 3 – WALTER HOBBS VS ARTHUR THOMAS – STANDARD MATCH The match starts with Hobbs and Thomas meeting in the middle of the ring. Hobbs with a goofy grin on his face extends his hand, it is a gentleman’s sport after all right? Thomas looks a little perplexed, but agrees to the handshake. After word, the two men step away from one another, and the match can actually begin now. Thomas comes in first with a collar and elbow tie up, quickly grabbing Hobbs’ arm and twisting with an arm wrench. Hobbs hollers in pain, but even with his limited training finds a way to the ropes which breaks the hold. Thomas lets the arm wrench go, only to get a sloppy looking chop to the chest from Hobbs. Since it was sloppy, it didn’t have the natural effect it would if he were properly trained on how to do it. But it had some effect. Thomas backed away a little, allowing Hobbs to come off of the ropes. And we go back to the collar and elbow tie up. Hobbs this time, somehow, manages to get Thomas backed into the corner. The referee gives the count to five, which Hobbs releases long before then. He backed away, allowing Thomas to step out of the corner. Hobbs asks for another tie up, but this time Thomas has a different idea. He ducks under the grapple attempt, wrapping his arm around the waist of Hobbs as he slips behind him. Both hands locked, arms around his waist now, and Thomas lifts him up only to drop him down with a traditional wrestling drop. Using that technique of his, he rotates himself around Hobbs and slips into position for a grounded side headlock. He wrenches back on the headlock, applying more pressure. Hobbs lets out another scream, reaching for the ropes but Thomas has him expertly positioned in the middle of the ring. The referee is quick to enter the picture, asking Hobbs if he would like to submit. Hobbs hesitates, but refuses. Moments pass with the same scenario happening – so Thomas releases the hold and moves back up to his feet. Hobbs crawls away a few paces, using the nearest set of ropes to pull himself up. Thomas moves to Hobbs’ location, only for Hobbs to reacted as a cornered man would; a kick to the stomach and a push away to Thomas. Thomas steps back after the shove, which allows Hobbs to hurry to him and wrap his arms around Thomas’ body. And in an impressive feat, manages to successfully hit a belly-to-belly suplex on the more experienced wrestler! Hobbs looks just as impressed as the rest of us do, to be honest. He quickly hurries into a pinning situation but only manages to get a ONE on Thomas before the pin attempt was kicked out of. Hobbs returns to his feet, as does Thomas. Once vertical, Thomas charges to Hobbs, taking him down with a running Lariat. He stopped himself, turning to watch Hobbs hit the mat, and begin to pull himself up. Once he is up, Thomas approaches him, and gives him a simple – but effective – boot to the midsection which sees Hobbs double over. Thomas then locks his arms underneath Hobbs’ and drives him down with a double arm DDT. Rolling him over, he hooks the leg, pinning his inexperienced foe – but only manages to get a TWO count. Thomas shakes his head, cursing at himself before standing up. Thomas stands in the middle of the ring, allowing Hobbs to recover for a moment, even going the lengths to cross his arms and wait patiently. Hobbs finally pulls himself up, and in a daze looks around the ring for his opponent as he rose with his back to Thomas. He stops once he lays his eyes on Thomas…who’s fallen asleep. His narcolepsy has hit at the worst time. In a somewhat relaxed state in waiting for his opponent, Thomas was hit with his disease. Hobbs looks a little perplexed, and approaches his opponent. Looking at the referee, Hobbs shrugged his shoulders before proceeding to wave in front of Thomas’ face. No response. Hobbs then has a bright idea. He turns and sprints to the far side ropes. After bouncing off of them, he runs back to Thomas and once close – Running Headbutt! The move not only sends Thomas down, but Hobbs as well. Hobbs’ eyes are wide and looks like he is close to unconsciousness himself. He blinked hard a couple of times, moving his arms into the air to try and resuscitate himself. In the process, he just happens to roll over and his arm drapes across Thomas’ body. The referee slides into position for the count. One…two…THREE WINNER: Winner by Pinfal – WALTER HOBBS! [07:35]

CUT TO:

INT. BACKSTAGE AREA – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Evelyn Sparks stood backstage, holding a microphone in her hand. Standing beside her was one of the newest editions to the RSW roster, ZERO. Both were not looking at each other but facing forwards and towards the camera.

EVELYN SPARKS
“I am standing backstage here with one
of RSW's newest editions to the
roster. Hailing all the way from
Guadalajara, Mexico – ZERO! Tell us,
what made you leave Mexico and come up
here and fight in the United States?”

She held the microphone towards ZERO.

ZERO
“…”

Evelyn looked towards the camera and ZERO.

EVELYN SPARKS
“ZERO, what do you plan to accomplish
in RSW?”

ZERO
“…”

Evelyn Sparks looked nervous.

EVELYN SPARKS
“Next week, you will make your in-ring
debut here in RSW. Any thoughts?”

ZERO
“…”

VOICE
“Damn it. Apologies, I got tied
up back there.”

An older gentleman walked into the view of the camera.

EVELYN SPARKS
“And you are?

VOICE
“Miles. Miles Larson. I’m the agent and the voice of ZERO!”

EVELYN SPARKS
“Oh. Does he not speak?”

Evelyn took her eyes away from the two, grabbing some notes she had sitting beside her. She studied them.

MILES LARSON
“No. He doesn’t speak.”

EVELYN SPARKS
“There it is. How did I miss that?”

She shook her head and readjusted her stance.

EVELYN SPARKS (CONT’D)
“Sorry about that. So, Mr. Larsen –“

MILES LARSON
“Miles. You can just call me Miles.”

She nodded.

EVELYN SPARKS
“Miles. Any thoughts on your client's debut
in two weeks’ time?”

MILES LARSEN
“See, one thing I’ve noticed is how much the
art of the luchador has been lost in
America’s eye. The style, the technique of
it all, is such a gift. People are so
wrapped up in the MMA style, the hardcore
style, that they have lost the meaning of
what true wrestling is. Mexico gets it.
America doesn’t. In two weeks’ time, my man,
ZERO is going to demonstrate this skill here
in San Francisco. He’s going to put the style
of luchador back on the map.”

EVELYN SPARKS
“What’s the difference?”

Miles takes a step back, a bit shocked by the question.

MILES LARSEN
“What’s the difference? Oh, if you don’t know
the difference, I feel sorry for you but
watch next week, and you will be educated
on what real wrestling is. ZERO, here, is
going to put Luchador, in America, back on
the map.”

Larsen and ZERO both walk away and off-screen.

EVELYN SPARKS
“And, there you have it.”

She shakes her head, disappointed that she had ruined her first interview.

CUT TO:

INT. GEORGIA DELISE'S OFFICE – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Georgia DeLise leaned against her desk, with her arms folded. Her lips were sealed, and she looked extremely unhappy with the man in front of her. That man was Jack Owyns, who sat on a chair near her desk, with both his feet propped up.

GEORGIA DELISE
“You really don’t listen well, do you?
I told you – you cannot touch any of
the superstars.”

Jack paid no attention to her but looked at the lighter he was holding in his hand.

JACK OWYNS
“I fuckin’ heard you, but technically
I didn’t.”

GEORGIA DELISE
“Then, what is that?”

She pointed toward the paused TV screen, where Jack was spraying down the MGM.

JACK OWYNS
“Pure fuckin’ entertainment, sugar
shits.”

GEORGIA DELISE
“Do not call me that. I’ve told you
this already.”

She pushed herself away from the desk, standing up straight in front of Jack.

GEORGIA DELISE
“And it’s not entertainment. It’s
garbage!”

JACK OWYNS
“Says who? Fuckin’ you.”

He took his feet off the desk and stood up, towering over her.

JACK OWYNS
“See here’s the fuckin’ thing. Hosing
those cunts down was tame for me. Got
that. So, be fuckin’ grateful because
I honestly want to do way fuckin’
worse, but I didn’t. If I did it my way,
those three would be in fuckin’ body
bags and you’d be hosing down the
blood off the fuckin’ parking lot.”

GEORGIA DELISE
“So, why would you have that moron of
a brother of mine hire them?”

JACK OWYNS
“So, I can keep my fuckin’ eye on them.
I want their deaths to be fuckin’
slow and painful. Here, in the arena,
laws mean shit.”

Georgia shook her head at Owyns' words.

GEORGIA DELISE
“I won’t let you hurt or kill anybody.”

JACK OWYNS
“Funny. That’s not a decision for you
to fuckin’ make.”

GEORGIA DELISE
“Yes it is. This is my arena, and my
company, and don’t think for one
second I wouldn’t call the police.”

JACK OWYNS
“Fuck what you say. This is some game,
bitch. They tried to murder my
fuckin’ daughter, do you get that?
Fuckin’ kill my motherfuckin’ daughter.”

GEORGIA DELISE
“I—“

Jack got into Georgia’s face. She put her hands on his to chest to try and push him back.

JACK OWYNS
“Try and stop me, and I’ll fuckin’
eliminate you as fuckin’ well.”

Georgia didn’t back off; she stood her ground.

GEORGIA DELISE
“Maybe not, but I can help you – not
kill them, but maybe we can do it a
different way. Just hear me out.”

She still had her hand on his chest.

GEORGIA DELISE
“I don’t want them here. either, so
maybe we can strike another deal.”

CUT TO:

INT. LOCKER ROOM – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

In the locker room backstage, Walter Hobbs, smiles ear to ear, sitting holding an ice pack on his forehead watching his wife. Lana Hobbs stood, not far from beside a table, and appeared to be wrapping a present.

WALTER HOBBS
“As usual Lana, you were right. I do have the
hardest head, and it's key to my success. Do
you think Arthur is okay, though?”

LANA HOBBS
“Yes, Walter.”

Lana begins wrapping a bow around the present, as Arthur tries to stand up, but the room is just a spinning mess.

WALTER HOBBS
“Wow, am I dizzy. Hey, Lana, I think I may have
a concussion; maybe we should go see
the doctor?”

LANA HOBBS
“You don’t have a concussion, Walter; it’s – it’s
just the adrenaline wearing off.”

Walter bites his lip, and his eyes looked at the ceiling, thinking the logic over.

WALTER HOBBS
“Good point.”

LANA HOBBS
"When you feel that life had thrown
you off a ledge, grin and Bear it!”

Lana Hobbs finished writing on the card and taped the small greeting card to the chest. She turned around and held the present, a rip off Mr. Cuddlesworth doll to Walter.

LANA HOBBS
“Here you go, Walt; bring this to Mondae Chaos.”

Walter stood up, still feeling the dizziness as he almost fell right into Lana. He gained his balance and grabbed the knock-off teddy bear.

WALTER HOBBS
“Think she’ll like it?”

Lana smiled.

LANA HOBBS
“She’s going to love it.”

CUT TO:

INT. MGM PRIVATE LOCKER ROOM — THE ARNEA — TEN MINUTES LATER

A knock came from the door, and then it slowly opened as Walter peeked his head in.

WALTER HOBBS
“Hello?”

The room was empty as the entire entourage had already left to participate in the main event.

WALTER HOBBS
“Anybody home?”

Walter opened the door fully and stepped inside, doing a quick eye sweep of the room. He placed the present on the chair before hurrying and exiting the room.

CUT TO: MAIN EVENT – ARIANNY BLAKE VS MONDAE CHAOS – STANDARD MATCH The jeers of the crowd felt like music to Mondae Chaos’ ears. The Raven-Haired Bitch barely heard her theme music as she made her way down to the ring for her main event match against bestie Arianny Blake. She paused as she made her way up the steel ring steps, motioning for the crowd to just scream their obscenities louder. There’s nothing that the Chaos heiress is enjoying more in that moment than their hatred for her. She gets inside the ring, posing for everyone in attendance, and discards her expensive ring jacket. Mondae’s music soon fades out and is replaced by “Me Too” by Meghan Trainor. The crowd basically groans as Arianny Blake steps out onto the stage. She paints a beautiful picture in her leather and lace ring attire, and as per usual, the Deathcore Champion takes her time walking to the ring. Conspicuous by their absence are Dallas Blake and Frederik The Hairdresser. Arianny climbs into the ring, shoots the crowd an arrogant look, and wraps her arms around Mondae. The two forever friends share a sweet embrace in the middle of the ring and the crowd just hates it. It’s disgusting. Arianny’s music fades and she motions for a microphone. “This is such a cute building.” Her words are hateful and sarcastic, and basically a slap in the face to everything Ready Set Wrestle is meant to stand for. “I guess you people can be thankful that Mondae and I have decided to grace San Francisco with our presence. It’s not like we had much choice since apparently the wrestling world frowns on the type of people we are. Personally, I think we’re wonderful.” The two girls smirk at one another. “There is an upside to being in this shithole.” Arianny continues with her speech. “As you people know, the handsome devil that is Shawn DeLise hired Jack Owyns, our favorite person in the world, to be the commissioner here in RSW. Now he thought he was going to be so clever and book us in a match against one another for this show.” Arianny rolls her eyes and hands the microphone over to Mondae. “What a fucking idiot,” Mondae declares. “What people fail to realize is that our friendship extends far beyond this business. Ari and I have been best friends since birth. Our connection runs deeper than anything anyone else in the back has ever seen. If nothing else, everything we’ve been through recently has brought us closer together. We are ride or die for fucking life. She’s my Jax. I am her Opie. Attempting to force us to wrestle one another will NEVER destroy that. In fact, all it did was make us more determined to ruin the life of Jack Owyns, and the lives everyone else in this piece of shit company.” Mondae flips her perfect hair back off her shoulder. “You would think that idiot would have learned his fucking lesson. Sticking his nose in my business nearly got his daughter killed. Next time, I will make sure the fucking job gets done!” Arianny takes the microphone back from Mondae. The public death threat is good enough for the moment. “While in prison, Mondae and I got to thinking of ways that we could actually legitimize ourselves as the greatest duo this sport has ever seen. So in-between group therapy sessions and tanning in the prison yard, we decided to do something that should have been done a long time ago. The project was finished just this morning.” “Larger Than Life” by the Backstreet Boys hits the PA system and Dallas and Frederik emerge from the back. Each are holding a covered object. The object in Dallas’ hands is covered with a black satin cloth. The object in Frederik’s is obviously covered with a pink satin cloth. It’s not rocket science to figure out where this is going. The boys get into the ring and make a grand show of uncovering what is in their hands. Each of them are holding a Deathcore Championship belt; Arianny’s and Rielle Hawke’s. Both of the championships have been destroyed and customized to fit the personalities of Mondae Chaos and Arianny Blake. Dallas hands Mondae the original Deathcore Championship held by Rielle Hawke that is now refurbished entirely in black leather with a huge skull face in the center. It obviously has black diamonds for eyes. Frederik hands Arianny her own Deathcore Championship. Arianny’s has been refurbished to look oddly like a pink and purple butterfly that must have previously belonged to some other irrelevant company. It’s also decorated with diamonds. Both belts have the girls names on them. “Clearly, we are the best tag team to ever grace the ring.” Mondae states this like it is a pure fact. “And now we have the championships to prove it. We have shed our blood, sweat, and tears to earn these two belts and as far as we’re concerned, we are the undisputed tag team champions of the whole fucking world.” “And all you people can suck it.” Arianny declares. The girls hold their “well earned” championships up and the crowd just hammers them. A beer can even hits Dallas in the head. After a minute of celebrating. Arianny clears her throat. “Of course, seeing as how these are my actual championships, I am the entire reason we’re holding them.” Her hazel eyes are sparkling with a hint of mischief. Mondae purses her lips and rolls her chocolate brown eyes. She snatches the microphone from Arianny’s hands and the other girl at least has the nerve to look shocked. “If I recall correctly, BESTIE, you were nowhere close to winning that title you hold so dear until I sacrificed myself for your benefit. If it hadn’t been for me, that title never would have landed in your hands. Loving the mani, by the way.” Mondae is doing her best not to laugh. Arianny glances down at her nails and beams. Her manicure is actually perfect. “Drop the attitude, BESTIE. You are the one who basically ruined our career with your so-called breakdown. At least, thanks to me, you now have a chance to be an actual champion.” Mondae rolls her eyes again and gives Arianny the lightest, most half-assed shove the wrestling world has ever seen. Arianny dramatically clutches at the pearls around her neck (yes, she wore a set of legitimate pearls to the ring) and drops the microphone. She ‘shoves’ Mondae back and the two girls lock up. Dallas and Frederik leave the ring, and Dallas runs to the timekeeper’s table and rings the bell to make it an official match. This is the main event after all. Mondae gets Arianny in position to lock her arms around Ari’s slender waist. Ari slips out of the hold and acts as if she is going to slap Mondae across the face. Mondae grabs Ari’s hand and shakes her finger in the other girl’s face. Arianny, all of a sudden, presses her free hand to her forehead and Mondae lets her go. Arianny faints. It’s a complete joke. Mondae starts laughing, realizes that she is supposed to be covering her fallen opponent, and drops down to her knees. She goes for the cover, but Arianny rolls her up. Both girls pin their shoulders to the mat, on purpose, and the confused referee has no idea what to do. Frederik screams at him to count the pin and with nothing else to do, he does just that. Dallas rings the bell and Frederik, who has waited his entire life for this moment, grabs the microphone. “AND YOUR FABULOUS WINNERS VIA DOUBLE PIN…. THE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE ENTIRE FREAKING WORLD…. MONDAE CHAOS AND ARIANNY BLAKE!!!” WINNER: NO CONTEST! [05:00]

CUT TO:

INT. ENTRANCE SET – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

With Mondae Chaos and Arianny Blake celebrating down inside the ring, up at the entrance, Jack Owyns steps out holding the national championship. RSW most precise belt you can hold. He smiles.

From behind, Georgia DeLise steps out.

GEORGIA DELISE
“Well done, ladies!”

She claps her hands together half-assedly.

GEORGIA DELISE (CONT’D)
“Since we haven’t been properly introduced
face to face yet, I thought what better
timing than right now, after you’ve made
an entire mockery of the main event.”

She shakes her head.

GEORGIA DELISE (CONT’D)
“Not that I am upset or anything, not even
close. I had hoped you would, after Jack
here told me his idea. Which I will let
him fill you in on the details.”

She points to Jack.

GEORGIA DELISE
“I’m just out here to see the look of
your expression.”

Down in the ring, Mondae tries to speak into the microphone, but it has been cut.

JACK OWYNS
“Nobody wants to fuckin’ hear you two
speak, HA! Now, Evelyn, make the
fuckin’ announcement, will ya.”

The scene quickly jumps to Miss Sparks.

EVELYN SPARKS
“The match—”

JACK OWYNS (O.S.)
“Due to fuckin’ double pin.”

EVELYN SPARKS
“Has been called a no contest.”

The scene jumps back to Owyns and DeLise.

JACK OWYNS
“See, here is the fuckin’ thing: you
are two dumb cunts.”

Georgia looked at Jack, unimpressed with his choice of words.

JACK OWYNS
“What, you didn’t know? This fuckin’ main
event was much more than a main event.
Oh fuckin’ yeah, this belt, the one right
fuckin’ here, was on the line.”

Jack drops the championship belt.

JACK OWYNS
“This was your fuckin’ number one contendership,
and since, ha!, there could only be fuckin’
one winner, you both fuckin’ lose.”

GEORGIA DELISE
“A rule which became official about thirty minutes
ago ladies. Which states, in a championship match,
if there is no clear victor, the match will be
deemed no contest. Voiding any championship from
being rewarded or changing of hands. So, enjoy
the bottom, ladies, because here is
where you will sit.”

Jack smirked.

JACK OWYNS
“And shit, there ain’t a fuckin’ thing either
of you can do about it. Contracts are
written in stone, and I fuckin’ own both your
fuckin’ asses now. There ain’t shit you can
do about it either, except just fuckin'
bend over and fuckin' take it, HA!”

The smile fades in an instant.

JACK OWYNS
“Your only fuckin’ escape now – is
none, ha! I will fuckin' ruin you. I
will fuckin' hurt you, and I will
fuckin' humiliate you. Welcome to
fuckin' hell cunts!”

He drops the microphone and flips off the ring as Georgia DeLise bends down, picks up the championship belt, and walks off.

CUT TO:

INT. PARKING LOT – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

The parking lot is empty as nobody came out of the arena yet. A limo is parked in the middle, completely destroyed, fire erupting from the inside. Spray-painted in white, across the entire side of the limo, are the words: “YOUR KIND AREN’T WELCOME.”

A person dressed in black from head to toe stands on top of the limo.

Beside the limo, unconscious, lying in a pool of their own blood, are Lord Blake and Raven MacDemare.

FADE TO BLACK.