Post by RSW Wrestling on Jul 15, 2016 2:23:40 GMT
VENDETTA II
July 14th, 2016 | THE ARENA | SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA
LIVE SHOW
FADE IN:
INT. BACKSTAGE AREA – THE ARENA – July 14th, 2016
The main hub of what was considered the backstage area was busy to the max, with workers running rampant and signed superstars making their arrival.
The doors, which lead to the parking lot, opened from the outside and in walked Shawn DeLise and MGM – Mean Girl Mafia – trailing right behind the trio of Arianny, Dallas Blake, and Mondae Chaos, all wearing the new brand of T-shirt they had created. Fuck Georgia.
Georgia DeLise came storming around the corner holding a piece of paper which appeared to be a bank statement. Her eyes zoned in, and she spotted her brother and marched right up to him. She was furious.
GEORGIA DELISE: "You asshole—"
WHACK!
Out of nowhere, the back of Shawn’s hand connected with the face of his sister Georgia, catching the brunette completely off guard. She spun away from him and dropped to her knees.
The entire area went quiet in disbelief.
Shawn adjusted his jacket and then looked back at MGM with a smile of satisfaction.
SHAWN DELISE: "Damn, did that feel good or what."
Smug prick.
He adjusted his jacket and walked past his sister who was still on her knees staring at the cement floor, not wanting to look up.
ARIANNY BLAKE: “Not so big now without your boy toy or a screen to hide behind, are you? Ugh, so pathetic, Georgia.”
Arianny giggled, shoving Georgia DeLise on the back of the head to add insult to injury.
MONDAE CHAOS: “Poor fucking Georgia. All alone now, aren’t you.”
Mondae placed her foot on the shoulder of Georgia DeLise and pushed her over.
MONDAE CHAOS (CONT’D): “Fucking bitch.”
MGM and Shawn DeLise walk off.
Georgia touched her lip with her index finger, which was coated in crimson red. She wiped a tear that rolled down her cheek, and picked herself up from the floor.
Nobody came to her assistance. Georgia DeLise was alone and she was scared. She walked off without saying a word or looking at anybody but the floor ahead.
Tonight would be a long night for the President of Ready, Set, Wrestle!
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INT. IN-RING – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS
Once again, for two shows in a row, the duo of Lord Blake and Raven MacDemare opened the show in the ring. However, it was a little different this time as the couple was not alone. Standing outside the ring, protecting all four points of entry, was a security team.
Lord Blake didn’t look exactly thrilled with their presence, and Raven MacDemare didn’t really seem to care a whole lot; her focus was on the man with the microphone, and she looking at him with dreamy eyes.
LORD BLAKE: “Show opener one show, main eventer next show. If I didn’t know any better, which I do, I’d have to be the fastest rising star to ever grace the ring. My parents, her parents never left a mark like I have, and—“
Lord glanced at his girlfriend, his world, Raven MacDemare.
LORD BLAKE (CONT’D): “Courage, confidence, that Ravey has shown.”
The words literally lightened up Raven MacDemare, and her smile was just beaming.
RAVEN MACDEMARE: “And our spirit!”
Raven jumped and did a quick cheer.
LORD BLAKE: “But somebody, I don’t know who yet, and Georgia DeLise refused to do anything about it--and let me tell you Georgia, next big Lord Blake shindig, guess whose names are not going to be included on the list. Yours, Georgia.”
RAVEN MACDEMARE: “But that isn’t nice, bae. Everybody should be welcome!”
LORD BLAKE: “But Ravey!”
Lord Blake covered the microphone, while Raven and Lord commenced in a little chit chat. They seemed to have come to an agreement.
LORD BLAKE: “But, back to the point. Two weeks ago, Ravey and I fell victim to a malicious attack. And, you know what, this coward, who hid behind a mask and didn’t have the balls to face me man to man, left not just me, but also Ravey a message.”
Raven rubbed the back of her man.
LORD BLAKE (CONT’D): “'Your kind isn’t welcome.' What does that even mean? Ravey and I had a brainstorming session, and it could only mean one thing. I demand, right here and right now, that you apologize to not just me, but also my beautiful girl, Ravey. So we can move past this and focus on what is important, which is my rise to the main event status. So, to the man who hides his face, reveal yourself.
Lord Blake and Ravey faced the entrance and waited.
The crowd behind them made some noise and got the attention of both Blake and MacDemare. The masked man walked down the stairs between two seat sections, heading for the ring.
The personal security team took notice, and wasted not even a second entering the ring. Intense disapproval and resistance from Lord Blake forced the duo out of the ring, up the ramp, and towards the backstage.
The masked man entered the ring and made his stance in the middle of the ring as Lord and Blake disappeared behind the black curtain.
CUT TO:
INT. LOCKER ROOM – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS
WOMAN: "I cannot allow it; this match needs to be cancelled."
The head of the in-house medical staff, Monica Winston, flipped through notes attached to a clipboard.
RSW-signed superstar Arthur Thomas sat in a chair in front of her. In his hand, he had an extra-large cup of coffee and a pile of red bull cans laid at his feet.
ARTHUR THOMAS: "I do appreciate your concern, but you must trust me."
He drank a mouthful of the coffee.
ARTHUR THOMAS: "I won’t fall asleep. Right now, I feel better than normal. I feel wired, ready to take on the world; run a 100K triathlon."
MONICA WINSTON: "Your first match, you fell asleep standing up."
She flipped to the next page.
MONICA WINSTON: "Second match, you feel asleep, and if it wasn’t for the intelligence of Billy Mack, you could have been seriously injured."
Arthur Thomas finished the cup of coffee and then wiped his mouth.
ARTHUR THOMAS: “Like I said, I appreciate your concern, but I found this new diet, which has paid dividends in fighting this so-called narcolepsy. Honestly, I’ve been up for over 12 hours now, and I haven’t fallen asleep.”
Monica Winston stopped looking at the papers and focused her attention on Arthur Thomas.
MONICA WINSTON: “Caffeine won’t help you, this sickness isn’t—“
ARTHUR THOMAS: “Doctor, I’m fine. I think I know my body better than you. I’m good, and I feel a hundred percent. I won’t let you, or Georgia and any other doctor, tell me what I can and cannot do. I’m wrestling tonight.”
Monica shook her head, throwing her arms up in the air. She turned and walked away from Arthur.
MONICA WINSTON: “This isn’t the last you have heard from me, Arthur.”
She exited the locker room.
Arthur Thomas turned to a coffee pot that was brewing to his right. He reached for the pot, but before he even could touch the pot, he had fallen asleep.
CUT TO: MATCH 1 – ARIANNY BLAKE VS JACKSON KENDRICK – STANDARD MATCH Jackson has the obvious size and weight advantage, but that doesn’t detour Arianny. Even with her right arm casted, and bruised ribs, Ari still looks determined to fight. With a sadistic smile plastered on his face, Jackson walks out of his corner toward Ari, who meets him in the center of the ring and without so much as a seconds pause or hesitation, Ari uses her good left hand to slap Jackson. The slap echoes through the arena, and Ari is quick to continue her assault. She lowers herself, driving her shoulder into the gut of Jackson and pushing with all of her might to the corner. She manages to move him a couple of steps, until Jackson plants his feet and delivers a clubbing forearm to Ari’s back. The vibration of the attack rattles through Ari’s one hundred and seventeen pound body, sending shockwaves straight to those bruised ribs of hers. She crumbles to the mat quickly. Jackson smiles sadistically as he watches the wounded Ari hold her ribs gingerly with her broken arm. Jackson reaches down, grabbing a handful of Ari’s blonde hair and yanking her up to her feet. Even with a handful of her hair in Jackson’s hand, Ari still shows fight by kicking at Jackson’s legs. The shots only seem to anger the bigger man who tosses her into the corner. Again, she hits hard and the effect of the impact rattles those ribs of hers. She lets out a scream before staggering out of the corner and right into the arms of Jackson, who executes a perfect Belly-to-Belly Suplex; slamming Ari down to the mat hard. He remained over her, pushing her head down with his forearm to pin her. One..Two.., Ari kicks out. But even doing that put pressure on her bruised ribs. Jackson returned to his feet, pulling Ari up with him. The fight in the Princess had to be noted, she used her good hand to hammer Jackson’s ribs a few times as he pulled her up, but it wasn’t effecting Jackson. He smiled before hitting her hard in the face with a back elbow, and then quickly proceeding to wrap around her, locking his arms around her waist and easily lifting her up and releasing over head with a German Suplex. The fans are torn how they feel right now. On one hand, Ari is one of the most hated members of the roster, and on the other it’s just not right seeing someone manhandle a woman like this. Jackson quickly returned to his feet, dusting off his hands with a sick smile again. He was enjoying this. He backed up to the far corner, arrogantly leaning against the turnbuckle waiting. It took a moment, but as Ari began to stir, Jackson stepped out of his relaxation phase and waited until she returned to her feet fully before he took off. Sprinting toward her, he looked to end the match with his “Boseulachi” Brogue Kick! But Ari ducked at the last moment! Jackson’s leg scissored back down, and he immediately turned only to have Ari’s boot planted deep into his stomach. The wind was temporary knocked from Jackson’s lungs, but that was all Ari needed. She took a step back just a second before Jackson charged her again, dropped down and took down Jackson with a perfectly timed drop toe hold. Jackson’s face bounced off of the mat, and he held his mouth momentarily. Ari was running on adrenaline at this point. She bolted up to her feet, charged the far ropes and came back to execute a flawless Curb Stomp onto Jackson, driving his face down into the mat once more. She managed to push him onto his back to cover, but would only get a One before he easily pushed her off of him. Ari knew she needed to use her speed to her advantage. Returning to her feet, she waited for Jackson to get up to a knee, before beginning to use her striking to her advantage. Those precise kicks that we’ve seen from her before aimed directly at Jackson’s torso and head. He used his arms to shield his head, but that left his body vulnerable, so Ari took advantage. She successfully hit four, five solid kicks to Jackson’s torso before he managed to drop an arm and catch a leg. Immediately Ari’s reaction was shock. Jackson pushed his way up to his feet, viciously threw down her leg and hit a massive clothesline on Ari that nearly folded her in half. The satisfaction he once had of ‘putting her in her place’ (his thoughts, not mine), quickly turned into rage and now he was going to make her suffer in every way he could imagine. Grabbing her hair and ripping her up to her feet, he overpowered her and hit a quick Pump Handle slam. Sitting on his knees to her side now, grabbing her by the head and raining closed fist shots to her temple. He did this until he was satisfied, not even listening to the referee’s count. Standing up, he looked down at Ari, before calling to end this thing. Ari was soon to fall victim to the “Trailer Park Tragedy”. Instead, Shawn DeLise is seen walking down to the ring. The referee stopped and turned his attention, even Jackson stopped and turned his attention to Shawn. Shawn climbed onto the ring apron, barking orders at the referee. Those orders weren’t picked up by the audio, but we know that the referee’s attention was fully on him. Unbeknowist to everyone else, Ari began to pull herself together and push up to her feet. She noticed what was going on, but didn’t care. She moved up behind Jackson, tapping his shoulder. When he turned around, she placed a perfect kick between his legs. Before he could drop down in pain, though, she hit him as hard as she could in the face…with her cast! Immemdiately he went down like a bag of bricks, and though in obvious pain, Ari dropped down to cover him. Shawn pointed this out to the referee before dropping down to the floor. The referee turned and counted One…Two…Three WINNER: Winner by Pinfal – ARIANNY BLAKE! [10:34] |
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INT. PARKING LOT – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS
Jackson Kendrick hurled a garbage can across the parking lot.
JACKSON KENDRICK: “Stinky filthy cum bucket!”
He was on a path of destruction, destroying anything and everything which found its way into his path.
JACKSON KENDRICK: “A whore runs this company, and the roster is full of them. Filthy whores, you don’t know their place in society. They don’t belong in the ring, but at fucking home, in the kitchen with their damn mouths shut, and doing as they are told.”
Jackson laid his boots to a parked car, putting a dent in the door.
MALE VOICE 1: “How embarrassing for a man with your views, to be defeated by a woman.”
MALE VOICE 2: “In front of a sold-out crowd.”
MALE VOICE 1: “And everybody watching at home.”
Jackson Kendrick drove his fist through the windshield, and spun himself around and glared at the two men behind him. His fist had begun to bleed from the glass.
JACKSON KENDRICK: “Want say the fucking again, face to face. I’ll knock both your teeth out. Right here, right now.”
MALE VOICE 1: “Relax.”
MALE VOICE 2: “Chill.”
JACKSON KENDRICK: “Fuck off.”
The two men looked at each other, bigger men, both wearing grey dress suits.
MALE VOICE 1: “So hostile.”
MALE VOICE 2: “He did just have his dick and balls handed to him in the ring.”
Kendrick has had enough and begins to approach both men who have been taunting him.
NEW VOICE: “Take it easy Kendrick’s.”
Jackson stops as an older man walks into the scene.
JACKSON KENDRICK: “Mr. Vey.”
MR. VEY: “What a coincidence this is: running into you, here of all places. Who would have thought that was possible?”
Mr. Vey gives a nod with his head at his two goons to scram.
MR. VEY: “I must say, Kendrick’s, I’m happy to run into you; it’s been a while. Tell me: how is Elodie doing these days?”
This gets no response from Jackson Kendrick.
MR. VEY: “You owe me money, Kendrick’s, quite a bit, and I’m pretty sure it’s type of money you just don’t have, but you know me. I can be a very understanding person. So, how does it sound that I have a proposition for you: Clear your debt with me, and you do a little job for me? Huh, how does that sound?”
JACKSON KENDRICK: “I’m listening.”
Mr. Vey smiles.
MR. VEY: “Good. See, I have a problem. You know Shawn DeLise, right?”
Jackson shrugs. He has actually met the vice president of RSW.
MR. VEY: “Well, let’s just say that the smug prick owes me money—a lot of money—and you know me. I can become quite impatient when a person borrows money from me and never returns.”
JACKSON KENDRICK: “So, what do you want, then?”
MR. VEY: “Keep tabs on the piece of shit to make sure that he doesn’t split and be a constant reminder that he owes me big bucks. Do that, and I’ll be the nice guy that I can be and clear all the debt that you owe me.”
Mr. Vey turned and headed in the direction of his goons, not waiting for a repose because he knew the answer already. Jackson Kendrick didn’t have a choice in the matter.
JACKSON KENRICK: “And, what if he doesn’t pay?”
Mr. Vey stopped.
MR. VEY: “Then, kill him.”
CUT TO: MATCH 2 – MONDAE CHAOS VS ADRIAN WESLEY – STANDARD MATCH The second match of the night featured one-half of the self-proclaimed tag team champions of the world and “The Supernova” himself. Mondae Chaos and Adrian Wesley both had the same vision - to win. But as usual, only one person could actually win a standard wrestling match. It would either be Mondae or it would be Adrian. Adrian made his way to the ring first accompanied by his manager, the lovely Arica Rylon. The fans seemed a little hesitant to embrace the man who called the Vegas Strip home. He didn't exactly give off warm and fuzzy vibes. But given the nature of his opponent, they want to cheer for him. The fans would probably cheer for Satan himself if he had promised to humble Mondae. When the native New Yorker made her way out to the ring, the crowd reacted as you'd expect; full of hate with a few emo teenagers and old, perverted men cheering. When Mondae got to the ring, Adrian did the (super sarcastic) gentlemanly thing and held the ropes open for her. Mondae flipped him off. With a shrug, Adrian launched himself over the top rope and sent Mondae crashing to the ground. She never even got her ring jacket off. Adrian wanted to fight. He whipped Mondae into the guardrail and leveled her with a clothesline. The crowd enjoyed this and Adrian decided to bless the people on the opposite side of the ring with a similar show. He grabbed Mondae by the back of the neck and ran her right into the ring post. Steel connecting with skin is never fun and Mondae ate the mat. The referee hollered at Adrian to bring the match inside and while he was distracted with that, Arica got a few cheap shots in. Adrian rolled Mondae in the ring and starting punching her as the bell rang to signal that it was now an official contest. Mondae actually managed to shrug off her jacket and Adrian kicked it out of the way. Arica picked it up like it was diseased, made a face, and handed it to some college aged dude in the front row. No doubt that was going to end up on EBay. Mondae had started to fight back but Adrian was quick to squash any momentum she was attempting to gain. He wrapped Mondae up in a dragon sleeper hold and held on tightly. Mondae started to fade but still tried to get to the ropes. Adrian wasn't budging and The Queen of Fucking Everything was basically screwed. The referee checked Mondae but she was still showing signs up life. After nailing her with a forearm to the back of the head, Adrian released the hold. Mondae immediately rolled out of the ring to collect her bearings. Adrian followed her out but Mondae caught him in the eye with her thumb. He stumbled back and she took him out at the at the knees. Adrian dropped and Mondae seized the opportunity to grab Adrian by his hair and slam him face first into the steel ring steps. RSW was not a violent organization and the fans in attendance gasped. In fact, some of them actually loved what they were seeing. A sick smirk spread across the face of the scorned championship hopeful. Grabbing another handful of hair, Mondae bounced Adrian’s face off the steel again. Blood started pouring from Adrian’s nose. The sight of blood caused Mondae to pause. A calm, almost serene look replaced the sadistic look she had been wearing second earlier. Adrian was laid out besides the steps and the 18-year old bent down and swiped her finger across the blood that had pooled beside Adrian. In a most disgusting display she licked from her fingers much to the shock to the RSW announce team. Even the referee had forgotten the fact he had been counting both competitors out. For most people, this was their first true time experiencing a Mondae Chaos match. It certainly wasn't going to be their last. The second generation star laid a series of vicious kicks to the ribs of Adrian Wesley before she slid back into the ring to break up the count the referee had forgotten. He actually took a step back from the unstable teenager. Sensing his fear, Mondae laughed. It was a slightly psychotic maniacal laugh that chilled the poor man to the bone. When Mondae climbed back on the outside, he didn't bother to stop her. Adrian had wiped some of the blood from his face and was using the steel ring steps to help himself up. Sensing Mondae was coming up behind him, Adrian took a wild swing. Mondae ducked, planted her boot right into his gut, and DDTed him into the concrete. Knowing she couldn't win the match on the outside, Mondae lugged the deadweight of Adrian up and even though it was a small struggle, she rolled him back into the ring. Adrian struggled to his feet inside the ring and Mondae Chaos swooped in a connected with ‘The Crowning’ a cradle DDT. She made the cover. One. Two. Three! WINNER: Winner by Pinfal – Mondae Chaos! [11:11] |
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INT. SHAWN DELISE'S OFFICE – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS
Shawn DeLise stands alone in his office, no MGM in sight, and he paces back and forth in front of his desk. He is on the phone talking, and for once, he actually looks like a happy man.
SHAWN DELISE: “This is huge. With Owyns out of the picture, my sister essentially has nobody to back her up.”
He chuckles into the phone.
SHAWN DELISE (CONT’D): “No, no. I am in the process of eliminating the people who could potentially align themselves with her.”
Tired of pacing back and forth, Shawn takes a seat in his sofa and leans back, resting his leg on his knee.
SHAWN DELISE (CONT’D): “Arianny is on her way to eliminate King as we speak. Yeah, I don’t trust that fucker, and I know he was one of the few Georgians that went out on a limb.”
Shawn nods, his head agreeing with whatever the person on the other line has said to him.
SHAWN DELISE (CONT’D): “Oh, yeah, that bitch Mondae. Whatever. Get this: Walter Hobbs's character — yeah, yeah. The one who was slamming his head into the wall left Mondae that stupid teddy bear. I caught it all on camera. I just had to show her, and she was out of the door, ready to eliminate another potential person who may have backed her up.”
Both feet were now on the floor, and Shawn leant back, as his mood just switched from happy to serious.
SHAWN DELISE (CONT’D): “Now, it’s your part, man. You know what to do right? Good, don’t let me down.”
With that said, Shawn ended the phone call, tossing his phone onto the cushion beside him. He smiled.
SHAWN DELISE (CONT’D): “You’re fucking done, Georgia.”
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INT. LOCKER ROOM – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS
The one section of the locker room was turned completely upside down and, in the middle of the entire mess, were none other than Arianny Blake and Dallas Blake, and one very bloody and unconscious RSW superstar King. Dallas Blake, has the arms of King pinned behind him, as King's head droops, while the cast of Arianny Blake, with her new-found weapon, lines him up.
ARIANNY BLAKE: “I thought that he actually might not look not so gross, with this attempted face lift. As if we were doing him a favor. How wrong was I?”
DALLAS BLAKE: “I told you. You just cannot fix ugly. Once ugly—”
ARIANNY BLAKE: “Always gross. I guess no matter what you do; surgery just doesn’t work for everybody.”
Arianny landed the final blow, connecting with the temple of King. Dallas released the arms of King, and the head of King made a sickening thud off the floor.
Arianny Blake looked at her cast.
ARIANNY BLAKE: “Dally! There is blood on my cast, and it’s ruining the perfect pink look.”
Arianny tried to shake the blood drops from her cast.
ARIANNY BLAKE: “Get it off!”
Dallas shook his head, grabbed a nearby towel, and tossed it to his sister.
Arianny Blake took the towel and wiped the blood from her cast. When cleaned, she tossed the towel onto King. She noticed her hand.
ARIANNY BLAKE: “Ugh. I really need to get my nails done. I’m going to get Shawn to pay for a spa and manicure day.”
With that, Arianny and Dallas Blake left the beaten King alone.
CUT TO: MATCH 3 – AARON ASPHYXIA VS RAVEN MACDEMARE – STANDARD MATCH Aaron Asphyxia was annoyed and rightfully so. The match she was about to wrestle was supposed to be about her and the inexperienced Raven MacDemare. The two ladies had already made their grand entrances. Both of them looked ready to give it their all. But right before the referee signaled for the bell, some type of disturbance in the crowd had taken everyone’s focus away from what was about to happen. Making his way to the front row was party boy and main event superstar Lord Blake. He was already dressed in gear and ready to fight. His red solo cup was full and he waved at Raven as he picked a small child up in the front row and threw him to the side. He might be banned from ringside, but Raven had never said he couldn't sit front row. When she noticed her boyfriend, Raven beamed at him and blew him a kiss. That's really all Aaron needed to start things off. She stiffed Raven right off the bat, knocking the 20-year old flat on her ass. Wanting to teach the rookie a lesson, Aaron mounted her and began laying absolutely brutal rights and lefts. Raven tried to put her hands up to protect her face but Aaron was quick to roll her into an armbar. A panicked Raven quickly made it to the ropes to force a break. Aaron smiled arrogantly and winked over at Lord. She grabbed Raven up by the hair and tossed her back towards the middle of the ring. Using the ropes for leverage, Aaron somersaulted and landed legs first across Raven’s throat. Seizing the moment, she went for a quick cover but Raven got her shoulder up after the two count. Aaron just nodded. If experience had taught her anything it was that you couldn't compare a girl to a luxurious designer bag and expect her to just crumble under an onslaught of whatever. She got Raven into position and locked her into a pretty modified camel clutch. Despite her flexibility, the move still hurt Raven who wasn't used to that kind of torture. Sensing she was about to tap out, Lord Blake tossed the entire contents of his cup into the ring. The referee turned around to see what was going on right as Raven began tapping. Lord absolutely started in on the man. Aaron pursed her lips and slammed Raven’s face into the the mat. She got to her feet and grabbed the referee, and demanded that he pay attention. Before she could turn back around, Raven pulled her down and went for a quick roll-up! 1… 2…. NO!!!! Aaron pushed Raven off and was quickly back to her feet. Raven was also up and the two girls lock horns. Aaron overpowers Raven and forces her back into the corner. She kicks her several times in the stomach and then lays a series of vicious chops right to Raven’s chest. Lord has seen enough. He jumps out of the crowd and slides into the ring. Grabbing Aaron by the hair he pulls her off Raven and drops her to the mat. The referee immediately calls for the bell and Raven has once again been disqualified. Aaron looks furious and marches right over to Lord Blake. Before he can even say a word, she kicks him right in the balls and sends him flopping out of the ring. Raven frowns and goes to say something but Aaron’s not having it. Her match just got spoiled by an idiot. Raven ends up falling victim to Aaron’s finisher, “The Infection”, and RSW was given a good look at one of their best new stars. WINNER: Winner by Disqualification – AARON ASPHYXIA! [04:21] |
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INT. IN-RING – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS
Evelyn Sparks stood in the middle of the ring with a microphone in her hand.
EVELYN SPARKS: “And coming to the ring first, hailing from Chino, California – King!”
The music of King blared on the PA system, and did an entire loop, before being turning off.
Evelyn Sparks looked around, not sure what to do or what to say. The entire arena sat quietly, and confused with the situation.
Evelyn pressed the piece in her ear, taking demands from the other end.
EVELYN SPARKS: “And his opponent!”
She really was a horrible announcer.
EVELYN SPARKS (CONT’D): “Hailing from Cleveland, Ohio! Arthur Thomas!”
Wake up by Rage against the match blared on the arena’s stereo system. Everybody turned their attention towards the entrance, but the same thing occurred. Arthur Thomas's entrance music played an entire loop on the stereo system and shut off.
EVELYN SPARKS: “What the hell!?”
Evelyn dropped the microphone and covered her mouth.
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INT. BACKSTAGE AREA – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS
Walter and Lana Hobbs walked down the corridor, with Walter pulling his duffel bag of ring gear behind him.
Mondae Chaos came ripping around the corner, carrying a steel pipe in her hand at the far end.
LANA HOBBS: “Oh look honey.”
She pointed out that Mondae Chaos was coming towards her.
WALTER HOBBS: “Oh, she must finally be coming to say thank you for the present. I was kind of wondering why she never said thank you. That message you wrote was so touching, Lana.”
Lana knew that she had forgotten to put Walters name down, by accident.
LANA HOBBS: “Wave her down, Honey.”
WALTER HOBBS: “Hey Mondae! Over here!”
He waved his arm above his head, trying to grab the attention of the raven-haired bitch.
WALTER HOBBS: “She doesn’t exactly look too thrilled right now.”
LANA HOBBS: “I think she looks very grateful.”
WALTER HOBBS: “You sure? She looks angry.”
Mondae marched up towards Walter, grabbing the steel pipe by both hands and getting it ready, like a baseball bat.
MONDAE CHAOS: “You think you are fucking funny!”
Walter did not even get the opportunity to speak. The steel pipe connected the side of his head, and Walter Hobbs dropped like a sack of potatoes.
Lana Hobbs bee-lined it out of there, leaving her husband knocked out, on the floor.
MONDAE CHAOS: “Well I’m not fucking laughing about it. I will kill you.”
Mondae positioned the steel pipe above her head, ready for another blow, but unlike what had happened with Georgie earlier, a big group of employees intervened and stopped the attack, taking the steel pipe away and pulling Mondae Chaos away from Walter Hobbs, who was out cold.
MONDAE CHAOS: “Get the fuck off of me!”
Mondae screamed as she was pulled around the corner as Lana Hobbs returned to Walters’s side; she did nothing to help her husband.
LANA HOBBS: “Help. Call 911.”
She said in almost a whisper.
CUT TO: MATCH 4 – JACE O'BRIEN VS DALLAS BLAKE – STANDARD MATCH The bell sounds, and Jace O’Brien wastes no time as he charges across the ring and ties up Dallas Blake. Jace drives his forearm into the chest of Dallas and easily overpowers him, backing him into the corner. Jace unleashes a fury of blows to his opponent's abdomen before quickly locking him up and connecting with a suplex out of the corner. Dallas sits up, holding his back. Jace O’Brien drives his knee into the back of Dallas. Dallas rolls around on the canvas, feeling the pain of the knee. Jace O’Brien, however, doesn’t let up and picks Dallas up by the hair. When both men are standing again, Dallas tries to take advantage and slaps Jace across the face. Dallas follows up with a chop and another slap; then, connects with another chop. Jace seems to be eating up the slaps and chops like nothing and spitting them out. Dallas notices this. Digging into his bag of dirty moves, Dallas drives the toe of his boot into Jace’s groin for the low blow. Dallas wastes little time, as no man can withstand the low blow, and he connects with a neck breaker. Dallas makes the covers, and the referee smacks the canvas once, but Jace gets his shoulder up. Dallas argues with the referee but doesn’t allow it to break his focus. Jace is up and walks right into Dallas's belly-to-belly suplex, except Jace manages to block the move and counter with his own belly-to-belly suplex, sending Dallas flying through the air. Jace makes a cover of his own, but he only gets the two count before Dallas kicks out. Jace locks his fingers in Dallas's hair and pulls him up to his feet. Still holding Dallas by the hair, he connects with a European uppercut. Dallas falls back into the ropes, and, right after, is met with an enzuigiri. Dallas is down on his back, and Jace goes for another cover, but during the cover attempt, the referee doesn’t notice that, during the count, Dallas resorts to another illegal move and eye gouges the eyes of Jace O’Brien. Dallas manages to turn the pin around and put Jace on his back, as the referee slaps his hand down on the canvas twice before Jace kicks out. Both men returned to their feet. Dallas went to slap Jace again, but Jace managed to catch Dallas' arm and turn it into The Downfall! Jace made the cover. One. Two. Three! WINNER: Winner by Pinfal – JACE O'BRIEN! [07:42] |
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INT. GEORGIA DELISE'S OFFICE – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS
Georgia DeLise sat crossed-legged on her sofa in her office. She looked like an emotional wreck; her eyeliner had run down her cheeks and dried, and her bottom lip and had swollen already, and she had a bruise on the side of her face from the backhand she had received from her brother earlier in the night.
GEORGIA DELISE: “Thank you, TJ.”
She dropped her phone into her lap, resting her face in the palms of her hands.
She began to cry again as her phone rang again. Georgia looked at the screen of her phone, and then she wiped her eyes with her sleeve and picked up the phone and accepted the call. She took a deep breath.
GEORGIA DELISE: “Dad, I cannot do this anymore.”
She couldn’t hold back the tears.
GEORGIA DELISE: “I cannot, everybody is against me. Shawn, slapped me across the face. These stupid girls, have not only gotten Jack put in jail, but they have put one guy, who I thought would be on my side in the hospital, and I just got off the phone with TJ, and just found out they have taken out Walter Hobbs, the nicest person on the planet.”
She tried fighting the tears as she sat and listened to her father on the other line.
GEORGIA DELISE: “I just don’t know what to do anymore. Shawn and these stupid girls, have everybody against me and – and I – I just have no one, Dad.”
She rested her elbow on her leg and used her arm as a support for her head.
GEORGIA DELISE: “I know. I promise I will not give up.”
Georgia smiled.
GEORGIA DELISE: “I’ll try, and I really would appreciate that dad. I need help to fix this. Thanks. I’ll talk soon.”
She ended the call and got up and wiped her face again with her sleeve.
GEORGIA DELISE: “You bitches want to play dirty, well so can I.”
Georgia DeLise had a plan.
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INT. BACKSTAGE AREA – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS
Evelyn Sparks pushed through a crowd of people that were standing in her way as she chased down her next victim for an interview.
EVELYN SPARKS: “Aaron Asphyxia!”
She pushes past one last employee and is in the clear.
EVELYN SPARKS: “Can I get a moment of your time, please?”
Aaron Asphyxia stops, and Evelyn makes her way up to her.
EVELYN SPARKS: “Thank you. Aaron, I was just wondering if I could get a comment on your match tonight. You’ve been out of the business for a while, and I was just wondering what your thoughts were on stepping back into the ring and how the match went.”
Aaron runs her hand through her blond and blue hair.
AARON ASPHYXIA: “First of all, Raven MacDemare doesn’t belong inside the square circle, not at all. I give her credit for trying to do what we do, but it comes a time when enough is enough. She is just going to get herself hurt. She doesn’t belong here, and how management allows this farce to go on is just mind-boggling.”
EVELYN SPARKS: “So . . .”
AARON ASPHYXIA: “Then, her over protective boyfriend's stepping into the ring and getting her disqualified. If she wants to compete — which, take my advice, Raven, you shouldn’t — at least fight your own battles because this, her as a prime example, is what makes our profession such a joke and the fact that the companies allow anybody to step inside the ring.”
Aaron appeared to have had enough, as she started to walk away, but she stopped, and came back.
AARON ASPHYXIA: “And furthermore, since this Lord Blake thinks it such a wise decision to interrupt my match, I want management here to hear my words, and to book a match between Lord Blake versus me, in the next vendetta.”
Aaron walked off this time, and did not return.
EVELYN SPARKS: “And there you have it.”
Evelyn Sparks smiled.
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INT. GEORGIA DELISE'S OFFICE – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS
Georgia sat behind her desk; she had cleaned herself up, and there was no longer any evidence of an emotional breakdown. She, however, did not hide the swollen lip, or the bruise on her face.
Jace O’Brien stood in front of her desk.
GEORGIA DELISE: “Listen, Mr. O’Brien, I need help; more than that, I just need somebody to watch my back – I need protection.”
JACE O’BRIEN: “’Ey, well Love – what does it benefit me, protecting ya?”
GEORGIA DELISE: “Many things. See, my brother thinks he’s the only one who can swing a deal, but he is so wrong. He thinks he has all this power, but the truth be told, it is me that has all the power.”
Georgia DeLise reached into her desk.
GEORGIA DELISE (CONT’D): “Power in which I’m ready to take advantage of.”
JACE O’BRIEN: “So what are we talking here, fuckin’ money, ya actually going to throw me some fuckin’ competition, or keep wasting my time with these rookies? What’cha got?”
Georgia smiled as she straightened her posture, locked her hands together, and rested them on the top of her desk.
GEORGIA DELISE: “Well, if you haven’t heard yet, which I’m sure you have by now, my company is introducing not just one new championship but also a second championship. I’ve also booked you in the main event next week at shoot Saturday.”
Jace O’Brien was listening.
GEORGIA DELISE: “I can offer you money, and also, if you agree to watch my back and keep my brother and the damn mean girls at bay.”
Jace O’Brien nodded.
GEORGIA DELISE (CONT’D): “Shoot Saturday, Jace O’Brien verses Bryce Albright will not just be any normal match, but the winner will also become the very first Bay Area champion. The Shoot Saturday champion.”
JACE O’BRIEN: “Money, and a shot at a championship, ‘ey? Well, you got me listening, but love, I didn’t come here from the U.K. for some secondary championship. I came here to be the fuckin’ top dawg.”
GEORGIA DELISE: “On top of that, I will still allow you to compete in the tourney, which will crown our first supreme champion. A possibility for you to hold two championships. Sound fair? Sound like a deal?”
JACE O’BRIEN: “And all I have to fuckin’ do is watch your back, keep you protected.”
GEORGIA DELISE: “Yes.”
Jace O’Brien took a moment to think the deal over.
JACE O’BRIEN: “’Ya got y’er self a fuckin’ deal.”
Georgia DeLise smiled.
CUT TO: MAIN EVENT – ZERO VS LORD BLAKE – STANDARD MATCH Lord Blake stands in one corner while Raven MacDemare stands on the side of the apron. Both engaged in a conversation as Lord Blake takes small sips of rum and coke from his red solo cup. The bell has already rung, and the match is underway, but neither Lord nor Raven seem quite interested in the match yet. He hasn’t finished his drink yet. Zero looks almost impatient, and after enough waiting crosses the ring in a charge and drives his knees with a running double knee strike into the back of Lord Blake. Rum and Coke goes everywhere as Lord Blake’s drink has now been spilled. Lord Blake goes chest first into the corner and Zero follows up with a double knee backbreaker. Zero springs to his feet, and it doesn’t take long for Lord Blake to follow, but he ends up meeting a dropkick which sends him back first into the corner. Zero lands a High-impact double palm thrust into the chest of Lord Blake and then brings Black to the canvas with a snap suplex. Zero makes the first cover of the match. One. Two. Lord Blake lifts his shoulder up right at two. Zero pulls Blake back to his feet and whips Blake into the ropes. Zero charges with another running double knee strike but Lord connects first with a running bicycle kick. Zero drops to the canvas and manages to get quickly to his knees, but before he can stand fully up on his feet, Lord Blake connects with a running knee to the side of the head. Zero falls flat on his back which Lord Blake follows up with a double boot to the face of Zero. Lord Blake makes a cover. One. Two. Zero kicks out also right at two. Lord Black repeats the move and connects with another double boot to the face. With Zero still down, Lord Blake ascends the top rope. Lord Blake jumps off the top rope and goes for the double stomp from the top rope. Zero moves out of the way and gets back to his knee – The Silver Spoon! Lord Blake seen his moment and seized his opportunity and connected with his finisher. He quickly made the cover. One. Two. Three! WINNER: Winner by Pinfal – Lord Blake! [05:10] |
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INT. ENTRANCE – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS
Georgia DeLise walked through the curtain, and walking right behind her was her newest bodyguard, Jace O’Brien. She had over one arm three championship belts while holding a microphone in her other hand.
Georgia DeLise stopped just in front of the entrance set.
GEORGIA DELISE: “I hope you all enjoyed the show tonight.”
She got a pop from the crowd.
GEORGIA DELISE: “And I thought, what better way to end the night on some big news. But before I get to that, I need to address the current situation in RSW.”
She took in a deep breath.
GEORGIA DELISE (CONT’D): “There has been a movement created by my brother whose sole purpose is to see me, and this company has failed. But here’s the thing—no matter how hard he may try, he will not win because at the end of the day, it is I that holds all the power. Not he.”
She places the championship belts down but keeps one in her hand.
GEORGIA DELISE: “Now I would like to present to you the first championship, a special championship and a championship which represents RSW and the beautiful city of San Francisco.”
The crowd cheers again.
GEORGIA DELISE: “The bay area championship, which will be the official championship of Shoot Saturday, and next Saturday, the man behind me, Jace O’Brien, will take on Bryce Albright to crown our very first champion.”
The crowd cheers as she places the championship belt down and grabs the next.
GEORGIA DELISE: “The absolute championship; a title which the fans have complete control over in choosing the stipulation every time the championship is defended.”
The crowd cheers even more, as she places the championship down and grabs the last one.
GEORGIA DELISE: “And finally, the top prize of championships in RSW. For the Supreme Championship, which is starting next Vendetta, a tournament will take place leading up to RSW very first PPV to crown our very first champion.”
An ear-to-ear smile appears on her face.
GEORGIA DELISE: “And before I go, I have one last note, and this is directed at my brother and his so-called tasteless team. Mondae Chaos, Arianny Blake, and Dallas Blake will not be eligible to participate in this tournament. This division is not for show openers like you.”
The crowd roars at the news. Georgia can’t hide the smile on her face.
GEORGIA DELISE: “Sorry, not sorry. HA!”
Georgia drops the microphone and scoops up the championship belts as the show comes to an end.
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INT. LOCKER ROOM – THE ARENA – FOUR HOURS LATER
The locker room is dark; all the lights are off, and everybody has gone home for the night except for one person: Arthur Thomas. He wakes up, lets out a yawn, and stretches his arms above his head.
He looks around and checks the clock.
ARTHUR THOMAS: “God damn it!”
END.
