Vendetta III | Thursday, July 28th, 2016

[RSW Wrestling]

VENDETTA III

July 28th, 2016 | THE ARENA | SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA

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

Georgia DeLise sits behind her desk, leaning back in her chair, with her arms folded.

In front of her desk stands Wilfred Albright and RSW superstar, Bryce Albright.

WILFRED ALBRIGHT: “I think you need to reconsider Ms. DeLise, like, honestly ask yourself this question? In your right mind, do you actually think Mundane Chaos could ever defeat my son, my kiddo, Bryce, here?”

Georgia takes a quick glance at Bryce Albright, who stands to the side but directly behind his father. She looks back to Wilfred.

GEORGIA DELISE: “I believe that anybody, who is signed to perform for this company can beat Ms. Chaos, and that goes for Bryce, here, as well.”

WILFRED ALBRIGHT: “Then, if that is what you think, why is my son being left out of the Supreme Championship tournament? There must be a reason—”

BRYCE ALBRIGHT: “It’s crap!”

Wilfred turned to his son and looked at him – Hey! I got this.

GEORGIA DELISE: “How confident are you? Because if you want the truth – I don’t want any chance that Ms. Chaos could move on and be a step closer to the Supreme championship.”

BRYCE ALBRIGHT: “Confident. Mundane Chaos can’t match my focus nor my wrestling skill, and we both know I am stronger than her.”

WILFRED ALBRIGHT: “I’ve never felt more confident in my life that my son can go down there and defeat her.”

Georgia stares at them both, thinking over the request.

GEORGIA DELISE: “Fine. I will change the match so it’s included in the tournament.”

Wilfred and Bryce both smile.

GEORGIA DELISE: “Please—“

Wilfred interrupts Georgia.

WILFRED ALBRIGHT: “Do not worry, Ms. DeLise. Everything's going to be just ALBRIGHT!"

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INT. BACKSTAGE AREA – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Evelyn Sparks stands backstage, holding a microphone; she is beaming.

Beside her, leaning up against the wall and looking almost emotionless, is RSW superstar Arthur Thomas.

Evelyn does a quick fix to her hair.

EVELYN SPARKS: “Hi! I’m standing back here with Arthur Thomas, who is set to take on both ZERO and Dallas Blake in a triple threat match later tonight.”

Evelyn turns and faces Arthur Thomas.

EVELYN SPARKS: “How are you feeling, Arthur? How do you feel about your chances tonight with – well, you seem to always fall asleep!”

Evelyn placed the microphone in front of Arthur’s mouth.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “…”

Evelyn looked at the camera and then looked back at Arthur.

EVELYN SPARKS: “Arthur?”

She tapped Arthur on the forehead with the microphone.

Arthur jumped, almost startled.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “I’m up! I’m up!”

Arthur looked around, stunned and a bit confused.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “Where – Oh no, what time is it!? Did I? Damn it, did I just fall asleep again? Did I miss my match, AGAIN!?”

EVELYN SPARKS: “No Arthur, you still have–“

ARTHUR THOMAS: “Oh, this isn’t good, they are going to release me; Georgia’s going to fire me. Three matches and I end up snoozing, and now two matches – TWO MATCHES! – I can’t even make it to the ring – oh, this is nowhere close to even being good.”

Arthur rubbed his hands over his face.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “It was supposed to be different; I seen this all playing out so much different than it has been. I should of, could of, and would have been top of this wrestling promotion. RSW top superstar.”

EVELYN SPARKS: “But Arthur.”

ARTHUR THOMAS: “I should just go pack my bags, go home; it’s done; it’s all over now.”

EVELYN SPARKS: “You haven’t missed your match!”

ARTHUR THOMAS: “Say what? Come again?”

EVELYN SPARKS: “The show has just started, Arthur. Your match hasn’t even taken place yet.”

Arthur Thomas looks between Evelyn and the camera. He smiles and then hurries off.

CUT TO: MATCH 1 – ARIANNY BLAKE VS NEVILLE PROCTOR – STANDARD MATCH The one armed Arianny Blake never shows fear. She didn’t against Jackson Kendrick, and she doesn’t now against the towering Neville Proctor who stands in his corner, a vicious grin plastered on his face as he stares down the female fighter whom he outweighs by well over a hundred pounds. The bell sounds, and Proctor is quick to charge to the attack. Blake uses her speed to her advantage, quickly moving out of the corner which Proctor runs into. He has the mindfulness to stop himself before a collision though, but he doesn’t react quick enough afterword, not turning around to meet Blake’s well placed kicks to his legs. With his back to her, those aforementioned kicks are aimed directly at the back of the big man’s knees. One kick, two kicks, three kicks successfully landed! Proctor eventually dropped to a single knee, favoring the one she attacked. She would bend forward yelling something at the bigger attacker, but this little bit of arrogance from the young grappler would come back to haunt her. With a very rude gesture, Proctor reached up and palmed Blake’s face, using his massive strength advantage to literally shove her off of her feet, even from his kneeling position. This angered the princess. She pushed herself back up to her feet, but by the time she can launch any sort of attack, Proctor stormed up to his feet, grabbing her by the legs and throwing her over his shoulder before powerfully slamming her down with a spinebuster variation. Blake looked to be in serious pain after the impact from that move. Blake pulled her back to her feet, and literally threw her into the corner, where he began to tee up on the princess with knife edge chops. One chop, two chop, three chop – all getting harder in force, and louder when his hand connects with her chest. After the third she let out a loud scream of agony, holding her chest before stumbling out of the corner. He grinned, pushing her down to the the mat before turning so his back is to the turnbuckle. He steps up onto the first, and then second rope, never taking her eyes off of her even as she began to move a little. Proctor pointed down to her before jumping off of the turnbuckle, looking for a driving elbow to Blake’s chest – but at the last second, Blake rolls out of the way and Proctor drives his elbow into nothing but a wrestling mat. He instantly pops up to his feet, holding his elbow for a moment before turning looking to attack her. Blake returns to her feet just as Proctor charges with a vicious clothesline. Blake shows her yoga practice and bends backward to avoid the attack, Proctor running past her. He stopped himself and turned, watching her return to a normal stance. Before she could turn to Proctor, he hit her from behind with that same clothesline. After the impact, she hit the mat with a sickening thud. Proctor stood over her for a second, shaking off his elbow from the failed elbow drop earlier. It took a moment before he lifted her up again, giving her a hard kick to the stomach before setting her up for a powerbomb. He wrapped his arms tightly around her body before hoisting her up. As she’s lifted, She brings down her (good) closed fist to his temple a couple of times. This is enough to get him to drop her. He’s obviously angry at this, and blocks another strike attempt. Throwing her arm back down, he lunged forward wrapping his hands tightly around her throat and backing her into the corner. The referee moves into the corner, warning Proctor to let her go before giving him a count. However, with his positioning, he was unable to see Blake lift her leg and kick him between the legs, low blowing the bigger attacker. Instantly he let her go, and bent forward holding himself in obvious pain. The referee moves to position himself to check on him, back to Blake who runs to Proctor and clubs him with her cast! Opportunity saw, opportunity taken. It didn’t put Proctor on the mat instantly, though, but he was as good as out. Blake noticed this and wrapped her arm around his neck and as he fell, she wrapped her legs tightly around his body. “Kundalini-Shakt”! Her guillotine choke finishing maneuver was locked in tightly. The referee moved in close, monitoring the situation. He saw Proctor wasn’t responding to any of his questions, so he called for the bell. WINNER: Winner by Submission – ARIANNY BLAKE! [07:21]

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EXT. PARKING LOT – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Lord Blake tries pushing past Driver, fighting to leave in the direction away from the arena. Driver isn't letting him go.

LORD BLAKE: “Release me!”

Lord Blake takes a step back from Driver and then moves side to side and tries to deke around.

Driver catches him each time.

LORD BLAKE: “I don’t care about some stupid match. I don’t care about anything but finding Ravey and bringing that man to justice.”

DRIVER: “You won't do yourself nor Raven any good, running around blind. Let the police do their job.”

Lord Blake stops his attempt to get away.

LORD BLAKE: “So I’m just supposed to wait? Just stand here and wait!?”

Lord shakes his head in disagreement.

LORD BLAKE: “All I can think about is her. What if he kills her or does things to her, and here I am, just standing and waiting? What type of boyfriend is that?”

DRIVER: “She will be fine, she’s too – You’ll see her tonight, and Kendrick with get what is coming to him.”

LORD BLAKE: “How can you be so sure?”

DRIVER: “Gut feeling.”

LORD BLAKE: “A gut feeling? A gut—“

Lord lost all train of thought, as in the distance, something caught the corner of his eye. The masked man stood at the other end of the parking lot.

LORD BLAKE: “You!”

Lord Blake started sprinting towards the masked man.

LORD BLAKE: “You had something to do with this, didn’t you?”

Blake was in full sprint as the Masked Man began to walk away.

LORD BLAKE: “Stop right there!”

The masked man disappeared, and as did Lord Blake in full pursuit.

CUT TO: MATCH 2 – MONDAE CHAOS VS BRYCE ALBRIGHT – STANDARD MATCH With the announcement that Albright and Chaos would be facing off in a Supreme Championship tournament match, the stakes were higher than ever for the two young superstars. Mondae was already in the ring as Bryce and his Fathager made their way to the ring. Unlike previous matches, Chaos isn’t wearing her trademark arrogant smirk. She wears a look of focus and determination. Bryce has a similar look although his eyes are narrowed at Mondae. Their war of words got pretty heated during the week and both want nothing more than to shut the other one up. Bryce pauses at the ring steps and gets a few last minute words of encouragement from his Fathager. Wilfred claps his son on the back and Bryce gets inside the ring. The bell rings. Mondae and Bryce circle one another, neither one willing to make the first move. The Raven-Haired Bitch is willing to lock up with Albright, but the part-time banker doesn't seem to think she's capable of standing toe to toe with him. Both of them are very capable technical wrestlers and when Albright finally relents, Mondae kicks him in the breadbasket. Bryce doubles over and Mondae springs off the ropes. She nails him with a solid kick to the face. Albright stumbles back and Mondae repeats the same combination of offense twice more. Albright finally goes down. When he returns to a sitting position, Mondae drop kicks him in the face and goes for a cover. She barely gets a one count. Unfazed, Mondae begins punching Bryce in the face. He throws her off of him and both of them get to their feet at the same time. Mondae goes to spear Bryce into the corner, but he sidesteps her and she goes shoulder first into the ring post. The Fathager approves of this and shouts encouragement at his son. Bryce knows he can't let up on Mondae so he decides to go to work on that injured shoulder. He hits her with a shoulder breaker and wrenches her arm back at an awkward angle. It's a weird looking submission and who the hell knows if it really has a name, but Mondae is feeling it and Bryce thinks that is Albright. Yup. Of course Mondae isn't going to tap to some strange move and when Bryce realizes his, he turns it into an abdominal stretch. Mondae does her best to wiggle out of this but Bryce locks his arms around her waist and lays her out with a belly-to-belly suplex. Already in a position to pin the self-proclaimed Queen, Bryce does that. But he also only gets a one count. He drags Mondae up by the hair and she begins throwing rights and lefts. Bryce kicks her in the stomach, turns her around, and throws her over his back with a German suplex. He lets go of his hold and sensing she could be in danger, Mondae slips out of the ring to regroup. Bryce leans through the ropes to grab her, but Mondae is sneaky and pokes him right in the eye. The referee didn't catch it and Fathager is furious. Mondae flips him off and climbs up on the apron. She goes to the top of the turnbuckle. Now let's be honest. As great as Mondae is, she's no aerial expert, so whatever she's planning just screams high risk. She just sits down. And then she screams at the Fathager that his bastard son sucks. Bryce Albright, who's no longer blind in one eye, points at the Queen. He makes a run for her but Mondae jumps off the turnbuckle and somersaults over him, gracefully getting back to her feet. Bryce slams chest first into the steel and like honestly, the pain is real. Mondae smirks and lays a series of stinging chops to the amateur wrestling champion, then follows it up with a disrespectful slap right across the face. Bryce’s head snaps back and his eyes widen. Well, that's not good. His red face turns redder and he clenches his jaw. Mondae practically begs him to do something about it. Albright obliges and slaps the holy living hell out of Mondae Chaos. She laughs. The blow has split her lip and when she notices she is bleeding, something inside her just snaps. She goes full blown crazy on Albright and the two begin brawling all over the ring. Eventually it spills to the outside and right at Fathager’s feet. He leans down to jerk Mondae off of Bryce. That's a huge mistake. Mondae slams her fist right into Fathager’s nose and he begins bleeding. Mondae grabs him by the beard and slings him into the steel barricade. Wilfred Albright goes down harder than a cock hungry sloreface. Bryce doesn't handle seeing his lovely Fathager hurt very well and he rushes over. In a freakish show of strength he grabs Mondae and throws her into the ring. After making sure Wilfred is still alive, Bryce goes back for his evil foe. Mondae is waiting. She throws her foot for a superkick but Bryce grabs her by the ankle and jerks her towards him. Mondae is caught off guard and that allows Bryce to wrap his arms around her and German suplex her down. This time he rolls through, keeps his arms locked, and repeats it a total of four times. As he's going for the fifth, he catches the referee and ends up knocking him unconscious. At this point, Mondae is barely conscious but when Bryce goes to cover her, there's no one to count! Frustration sets in for the Canadian. He slaps the mat hard and goes over to revive the referee. Of course, he doesn't see that Arianny Blake is running down to the ring, tag team championship belt in hand. She slides in and yells at Albright. He whips around and Arianny swings wildly at him with the belt. He manages to duck that but doesn't anticipate the vicious blow to his balls that Ari catches him with. Bryce crumples in pain. Using that annoying, glittery pink cast, Arianny slams Bryce Albright in the temple and the big man goes down hard. Arianny grabs Mondae, throws her over Albright, and scrambles out of the way. The referee is shaking the cobwebs out and when he sees Mondae covering Bryce, he struggles into position. He slams his hand to the mat for a three count. Right as he does, Bryce’s shoulder comes up but the referee pays it no mind. He's still hurting and calls for the bell. Mondae rolls off of Bryce and out of the ring, not bothering to wait for her hand to be raised. Arianny is quick to wrap her arms around her friend and once the Mean Girls lock eyes, they grin at one another. Mondae Chaos has just made another step towards the Supreme Championship. WINNER: Winner by Pinfal – MONDAE CHAOS! [09:10]

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INT. LOCKER ROOM – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Jace O’Brien sits on a stool in the locker room, tying up his final boot. Sitting at his side is his freshly won Bay Area Championship.

A knock comes from the door, and a second later, the door opens.

GEORGIA DELISE (O.S.): “You presentable?”

The door stops opening.

JACE O’BRIEN: “Aye.”

Georgia opens the door the rest of the way and steps inside the locker room.

GEORGIA DELISE: “All ready and prepared for your match tonight?”

Jace O’Brien punches the palm of his hand.

JACE O’BRIEN: “More ready than I’d even fuckin’ be.”

GEORGIA DELISE: “I’m glad to hear, but before your match, I’m going to need your help, nothing big. Just need you to accompany me to the ring, and most of all, after that, stay as close as you can.”

Jace gives her a curious look.

JACE O’BRIEN: “Shit's about to hit the fuckin’ fan, love.”

Georgia nods.

GEORGIA DELISE: “You could say that.”

Jace O’Brien grabs his championship belt and slings it over his shoulder as he stands up and follows the president out of the locker room.

CUT TO: MATCH 3 – ARTHUR THOMAS VS DALLAS BLAKE VS ZERO – TRIPLE THREAT MATCH The bell rings and the three opponents take a moment to size each other up. It doesn't last long however as Dallas Blake sprints across the ring, wraps his arms around the neck of Arthur Thomas and squeezes a sleeper hold onto the narcoleptic to start the match. Panic enters Arthur's eyes so he thinks quick and drops to his butt, Dallas's jaw crunching into the top of his head in the process. The Blake twin stumbles backward holding his mouth with both hands when Zero flies through the air at him, his knees leading the way and strikes Dallas right in the nose. He tumbles backward out of the ring, panicking at the double-traumas just delivered to his face. Arthur, still sitting on the mat, reaches up and grabs the tights of Zero, rolling him up for a quick two count. Rather than simply kicking out, Zero grabs hold of Arthur’s arm and rolls through, attempting to put Arthur into Maldicion de Zero, but before he can get a firm grip on Arthur’s other arm, Thomas’ legs find their way under the bottom rope and their weight has him sliding out of Zero’s grip and out of the ring. He checks up on his arms, making sure everything is still in tact. He sees Dallas is sitting upright and ready to stand up, so he delivers a hard soccer kick to the back of Dally before taking a walk around the ring. Every time he tries to get back in, Zero is there waiting to deliver a stomp and Thomas is forced to retreat again. He’s finally had enough and yells at Miles Larsen, demanding that he order his charge to stand down. With a calm nod and a wave of his hand, Miles tells Zero to back off and allow Arthur to enter the ring. With apprehension, Thomas climbs the ring stairs and begins to step through the ropes when Dallas slides into the ring behind Zero. He charges at him and his clothesline is enough to put Zero on the ground. Sensing that this may be their chance to eliminate the most experienced competitor from the match, Thomas and Blake both begin laying the boots to the luchador. It doesn’t take long for the two of them to realize they’re actually working together though, and both are disgusted by it. They immediately begin exchanging chops in the center of the ring, each one hitting harder than the last. The crowd WOOs their way through each and every strike until it reaches a crescendo and chops are peppering the chest of each competitor. It seems this cannot be sustainable and Zero has made his way back to his feet, bouncing off the ropes and delivering a double dropkick, one foot hitting each man in the shoulder. This send Arthur off into a corner but Dallas is still standing and stunned, so Zero hits the ropes again and hits the Zero Hour kick! Dallas is out like a light and Zero turns his attention to Arthur Thomas in the corner. He charges at him and leaps in the air, but this just goes to show why Zero should not do lucha things. Thomas sees Zero coming at him and grabs Zero by the legs, immediately dropping to the mat and delivering a power bomb! Both men are stunned, Zero because of the power bomb, Thomas because of how smoothly he hit the move. He sees Zero is starting to move so he rebounds off the ropes and uses himself as a projectile - Arthur’s Diving Headbutt sends Zero out of the ring! He sees Dallas Blake, still downed after the Zero Hour and tries for a cover but only gets two. He plants him with a double arm DDT, then turns to see Zero still down on the outside of the ring. It’s just he and Blake. Arthur hoists Dallas up over his shoulders and it looks like he may be about to give someone else Sweet Dreams before he has them on his own. The crowd begins to cheer loudly for the narcoleptic and his eyes are wide with excitement. This is his moment, finally! As he tours around the ring with his opponent on his shoulders, his wide eyes slowly, very slowly begin to droop and he starts to lose a step. Again, as he is on the precipice of victory, Arthur Thomas is afflicted by a sleep fit. Right in the center of the ring, he lets Dallas Blake slide off his shoulders before falling back on his ass, then lying on his side getting comfortable for his nap. Dallas shakes the cobwebs out before realizing Arthur is in perfect position for the Carter Crossface. His arms are high above his head as he’s making a show of proceeding to lock in the hold, when Zero leaps into the air behind him, grabs his neck and drives him backwards onto his bended knees. Dallas writhes in pain but it only causes Zero to zero in on him, ready to finish this. He laces his foot through one of Dallas’s arms before straightening out his other one. He looks towards Miles Larsen and, after one more calm nod, falls backward for the Spanish Sacrifice! The audible pop as shoulder disengages from socket and the crack as the humerus breaks in half is sickening. His screams are heard even in the darkest halls of the Arena. Zero moves back in, ready for the final cover but the referee stops him, trying to push him back while simultaneously calling for the bell. This one is over as Dallas Blake’s cries of submission suggest. Even after the final bell rings, Zero still wants to inflict pain on the Blake twin but as soon as the voice of Miles calls out to him he stops in his tracks and returns to the corner. The referee loses his lunch in the corner as a team of emergency medical technicians rush the ring and begin tending to the Blake child. As they exit, Miles takes a moment to pat the still-sleeping Arthur Thomas on the cheek and shake his head in disappointment. WINNER: Winner by SUBMISSION – ZERO! [10:35]

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INT. ENTRANCE RAMP – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Down in the ring medical personal are still attending to Dallas Blake.

Miles Larson and ZERO walk through the black curtain and disappear into the backstage, but as they walk through, out walks the RSW President, and her bodyguard and the current Bay Area Champion, Jace O’Brien, emerges.

Georgia’s looking down to the ring; she has a microphone in her hand.

GEORGIA DELISE: “When I took this position, a position my father tasked me with, I made a promise to him, a promise to keep this company on the path he had vision for, a return to the roots of what made wrestling so great.”

The medical team is helping Dallas Blake out of the ring.

GEORGIA DELISE: “But thanks to my brother, I have failed at achieving my father’s vision so far. He has tainted this company with the—”

Pause.

GEORGIA DELISE: “He has filled this company with people who are destroying what I want to create and what my father had originally created, but enough is enough.”

The medical team starts helping Dallas Blake towards the backstage area, towards Georgia and Jace O’Brien.

GEORGIA DELISE: “Starting now, I am righting this ship in the right direction, and unfortunately for you, Dallas, since my brother didn’t pay as close attention to your contract as your sister’s contract, effective immediately, your contract with RSW is terminated.”

Georgia does her best to contain her smile.

GEORGIA DELISE: “It’s nothing personal, Dallas, but I have to do what is best for the company, and getting rid of those who do not belong in the ring It is the first step. I wish you well with wherever your career may take you, but just know, it won’t be here.”

Georgia turned and walked backstage as Jace O’Brien followed close behind.

Dallas Blake, in a lot of pain, stared up in disbelief.

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INT. MGM LOCKER ROOM – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Shawn DeLise shut the TV off and turned around.

Arianny Blake and Mondae Chaos stood behind him and were not looking impressed.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “Umm—“

MONDAE CHAOS: “What the fuck.”

Arianny and Mondae both took a step towards Shawn.

SHAWN DELISE: “Girls, girls let’s take a moment here.”

ARIANNY BLAKE: “No, I’m sick and tired of this. Your sister just fired my brother on live television; each week she constantly seems to be getting the upper hand over you, over me, and over Mondae.”

Arianny now stood right in front of Shawn, while Mondae walked behind him.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “Nothing you have said so far; any promise has come true.”

SHAWN DELISE: “Mondae is in the supreme championship, ain’t she?”

Arianny rolled her eyes.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “No thanks to you.”

MONDAE CHAOS: “You’ve done shit but just try and get inside my friend's pants since we’ve been sprung from prison, and we have grown fucking sick of your shit.”

Mondae shoves Shawn from behind.

SHAWN DELISE: “Fuck you. I brought you here to take my sister out, and what the fuck have you done about it?”

Shawn turns and faces Mondae.

SHAWN DELISE: “Fucking nothing, bitch.”

Mondae punches Shawn right in the nose.

Shawn slumps back, holding his nose.

SHAWN DELISE: “You dumb cunt.”

Mondae raises her fist, ready to deliver another blow, but before she can deliver, Arianny steps in front of her friend.

ARIANNY BLAKE (whisper): “Not yet.”

You can tell that Mondae wants more than ever to kill Shawn DeLise.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “This is what she wants, you two—us tearing at each other’s throats. He’s right. We said we would get rid of her, and yet, here she still walks around, constantly making it—god, she’s just so annoying. We just need to—”

Shawn looks at his hand, and it is covered in his blood.

SHAWN DELISE: “Kill her.”

Mondae and Arianny both look at Shawn.

SHAWN DELISE: “You want everything I fucking promised? Then tonight, fucking kill her.”

Shawn shoots both Arianny and Mondae a look of pure anger before storming out of the room.

MONDAE CHAOS: “We should kill him tonight.”

ARIANNY BLAKE: “In time, Money; all in good time.”

Arianny smirks.

CUT TO: MATCH 4 – JACE O'BRIEN VS ARCHER – STANDARD MATCH The match begins with O’Brien and Archer circling the ring. Earlier in the week, O’Brien said this was going to be a bloody and vicious battle between the two, and by the look on Archer’s face, we could see the hatred and motivation he has. As soon as the bell sounded, the two clashed in the middle of the ring. Quickly exchanging strikes. Fists, forearms, fists, forearms. The bigger Archer uses his size advantage to push O’Brien into the corner, driving him back with his forearm shoved to his face. Once in the corner, Archer completes a series of quick forearms to O’Brien, followed by a stiff kick before taking a few steps back and charging to hit a perfect cornered clothesline. The combination of the power from the strike, and the weight advantage causes the impact to make O’Brien crumble to the mat. O’Brien rolls out of the ring, landing on his hands and knees - and Archer follows. Outside of the ring, Archer grabs the Bay Area Champion by the head and lifting him up. He aims to slam his head into the steel post, but O’Brien delivers an elbow to Archer’s stomach to force the grip to be released. Archer steps back, only to receive a stiff kick to the same area where he was just elbowed. O’Brien reaches out grabbing the head of the bigger Archer and throws him into the railing separating the crowd from the action. He hits hard and the fans “OOOHHH” after the impact. The referee hasn’t seen action like this yet in RSW, so initially was dumbfounded on how to react. But finally he begins his count. O’Brien begins to lay the boots to the seated Archer who’s braced against the railing, but stops when the referee reaches five. He slides half-way into the ring, far enough to break up the count, but is forcefully pulled back outside! Archer got his second wind and pushed himself up after O’Brien stopped the kicking assault, and pulled him out of the ring viciously. O’Brien’s face smacked off of the thin padding on the floor upon impact, and he immediately clutched at his jaw. Archer showed now sympathy, lifting O’Brien up before ducking down – placing his shoulder into O’Brien’s stomach – and driving him spine first into the same railing where he was thrown before. The entire railing bends, nearly toppling over on the crowd in the front row. O’Brien collapses to his knees, his hands moving from his jaw to the small of his back. Archer bends down, pushing O’Brien to the floor forcefully, directing his head underneath the railing which he picks up to place down on the throat of the Welsh grappler. The steel railing on his throat, choking the life out of O’Brien. The referee has to exit the ring and warn Archer that he will disqualify him if he doesn’t stop. He obliges. He sits the railing structure back down allowing O’Brien to move, gasping for air. The referee has a few choice words for Archer, but it goes in one ear and out of the other it seems. Archer moves past the referee and lifts up O’Brien before throwing him into the steel post of the ring. The Bay Area champion collides hard and hits the mat again. Archer finally listens to the referee and returns inside of the ring, stalking to a corner to slink down and wait for O’Brien to return in as well. Reluctantly the referee resumes his count, getting up to seven before O’Brien rolls back in. O’Brien returns to his feet as Archer stands up and moves toward him. Archer throws a kick to O’Brien’s stomach – however, O’Brien manages to block that, and throws a kick of his own. Archer eats the boot to the stomach, immediately followed by rapid fire shoot kicks to the knee from the Bay Area Champion. All of this back up Archer, but not enough to avoid a huge European uppercut from the smaller athlete. That impact staggers Archer into the corner, which is where he rests…until O’Brien runs in and hits another huge European uppercut! The impact from that one makes Archer’s eyes roll into the back of his head. O’Brien pulls Archer out of the corner before executing a flawless Exploder Suplex onto Archer. The Bay Area champion is starting to show life again, running on adrenaline now and pushing himself up to his feet. Archer takes a little longer, but when he does – he almost is given a ‘Death Wish from Wales’ discus Elbow from O’Brien but he manages to duck to avoid the strike. O’Brien turns around, again, to meet Archer who hits O’Brien with a stiff kick to the stomach followed by a Tigerbomb! The crowd shoots to their feet, watching as Archer positions himself to collect a pin fall. However, he only manages to get a two count. Archer rolls back up to his feet, and stalks O’Brien who pushes himself up to a knee. With a warriors yell, Archer charges to the kneeling O’Brien and hits his ‘Means to an End’ signature move! This could be it! He covers the champion again…. O’Brien NARROWLY gets his shoulder up! Archer picks up Jace O’Brien by the scruff of his hair, and dodges a jab by Jace O’Brien. The swing was a bit wild and Archer manages to use the moment and connect. DIASTERPIECE! Archer makes the cover. One. Two. Three! WINNER: Winner by Pinfal – ARCHER! [11:22]

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INT. LOCATION – THE ARENA – MOMENTS LATER

Jace O’Brien walks behind Georgia DeLise, neither sharing a word after his lost to Archer.

They are walking through a mob of people when an unfamiliar face walking by them passes a note to Jace.

Georgia does not see this.

Jace continues following Georgia as he opens the note and reads it.

START MESSAGE

Time to walk away by yourself. Tell Georgia to go to her office.

END MESSAGE

He crumbles up the message and tosses it to the ground.

JACE O’BRIEN: “Georgia.”

Georgia stops and turns around.

JACE O’BRIEN: “I need to get out of this shit and clean my fuckin’ self up.”

GEORGIA DELISE: “So you want to go to your locker room first?”

JACE O’BRIEN: “Yeah, but just head to your office. You’ll be safe, I’ll be along shortly.”

Georgia doesn’t look too thrilled about the idea.

GEORGIA DELISE: “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”

JACE O’BRIEN: “I’ll be gone fuckin’ ten minutes top, love. Shit all to worry about.”

Georgia nods.

JACE O’BRIEN: “Just don’t walk down any deserted corridors; you’ll be good.”

Georgia doesn’t say a word. Instead, she nods again and, with a fast pace, walks away towards the direction of her office.

Jace watches her go and then turns and walks away.

Georgia is in the distance now, as she goes to turn the corner but freezes for a second.

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EXT. MAIN DOORS – THE ARENA – TEN MINUTES LATER

Arthur Thomas sits on the steps leading into the main doors to the arena. He is dressed in his wrestling gear and is looking generally down with life at the moment.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “Maybe I should just give up. Just quit.”

He smacks an empty Styrofoam cup.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “Georgia was right; the doctors were right—I’m just kidding myself. You can’t wrestle when you cannot stay awake. It’s just impossible; the odds will always be against me.”

He stands up.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “Might as well just pack my stuff and go home, forget about this dream.”

He starts to walk back towards the main doors.

UNKNOWN MAN: “Arthur Thomas!?”

Arthur stops and spins around.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “That’s me.”

The unknown man walks up to him—envision a nerd—hand extended. Arthur, not wanting to, extends his hand. They shake.

UNKNOWN MAN: “Charlie!”

ARTHUR THOMAS: “Charlie? Oh hey, are you my huge fan? You know, the one from the ask me?”

Charlie smiles.

CHARLIE: “The one and only!”

Arthur gives a half-assed smile.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “Sorry kid, probably came to see me win, and once again, sleep won. Do yourself a favor, kid: Find a new person to mark on, because I’m done.”

Arthur let go of Charlie's hand, turned around, and started to walk away.

CHARLIE: “What if I told you I could help you?”

Arthur stopped.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “What do you mean?”

CHARLIE: “I can help you beat the narcolepsy.”

Arthur turned back around.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “How?”

Charlie smiled.

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INT. BACKSTAGE AREA – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Miles Larson poured himself a cup of coffee. He stood outside the locker rooms, waiting for ZERO to finish up.

Wilfred Albright walked up and grabbed a cup.

MILES LARSON: “How goes it? Wilfred right, father of Bryce.”

Miles extended his hand.

Wilfred chose not to shake.

Miles let his hand fall back down.

MILES LARSON: “You cannot win them all; it’s nothing to be upset about; your son put on a clinic out there.”

WILFRED ALBRIGHT: “Nothing to be upset about?”

Wilfred just looks appalled.

WILFRED ALBRIGHT: “My son was screwed out of his match. Cheap shot. I thought Bryce joined a wrestling promotion, not some zoo.”

MILES LARSON: “Not sure what you’ve been watching, but I’ve watched a lot of good wrestling here the last few weeks.”

WILFRED ALBRIGHT: “Like what, your masked freak dancing around the ring? That isn’t wrestling; that is what we refer to as the circus!”

Miles takes a sip of his coffee.

MILES LARSON: “At least he knows how to win.”

Wilfred shoots a dagger through Miles.

WILFRED ALBRIGHT: “See how he does when he actually faces a pure wrestler. Wipe that grin right off your face.”

MILES LARSON: “Or it will just grow bigger.”

Miles smiles and then takes another sip of his coffee as he walks off.

Wilfred watches him leave as he grabs the coffee pot and starts to pour himself a coffee.

The pot is empty.

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

The office of Georgia DeLise is poorly lit, as only a small office-sized light is on, which sits on her desk. Her chair is turned and facing away from the desk, towards the window. The chair rocks back and forth.

Mondae Chaos opens the door and steps into Georgia’s office, closing the door behind her ever so quietly.

She creeps up slowly on Georgia.

GEORGIA DELISE (O.S.): “That's what I thought as well.”

Mondae reaches for the chair.

MONDAE CHAOS: “You die fucking now, bitch!”

Mondae grabbed the chair and spun it around; she took a step back, as the chair was empty beside a cell phone on speaker.

The rope came around her neck in a quick fashion and was tightly secured around her throat. Mondae grabbed the rope with both hands.

She was face first up against the window, the body of her attacker against her. The mouth of her attacker moved close to her ear.

ATTACKER: “Fuckin’ miss me darling, HA!”

He pulled on the rope, squeezing as hard as he could as he began strangling her.

Mondae's face started to go blue as she slammed her head backwards and smashed her head into Jack’s face, not once, but three times. The tightness of the rope loosened as she placed her feet on the window which overlooked the parking lot and pushed herself and Jack backwards into Georgia’s desk.

Jack let go of the rope. Mondae gasped to fill her lungs with air.

MONDAE CHAOS: “Not – not even fucking close.”

The both stood up, both revealing a wicked evil grin.

Mondae charged and jumped into Jack, who tripped over the rug around Georgia's desk as he and Mondae went tumbling over it and crashing to the floor.

Mondae unleashed a fury of blows to the face of Jack, but he managed to block the fifth shot, grab her arm and put Mondae on her back. He drove his fist into her face a couple times before getting off her and searching for a weapon.

Mondae turned onto her stomach and began crawling towards a sofa and end table.

Jack walked over to Georgia’s desk and grabbed what appear to be a 9mm handgun. He headed back over to Mondae, stalking his prey, ready for the kill.

He reached down and grabbed her by the hair.

Mondae reached out and grabbed a lamp and swung around and clocked Jack in the face. The 9mm flew over by Georgia’s desk, and Mondae quickly climbed up Jack, wrapped her legs around Jack's neck, and began squeezing.

Jack dropped to a knee as Mondae applied pressure with everything she had. He stood up again and, this time, slammed her right through Georgia’s desk.

They both laid there in the wreckage, both bloody and looking exhausted. Mondae turned her head, and she noticed the 9mm. She reached for it and grabbed it.

They both stood up.

MONDAE CHAOS: “See you in fucking hell, Jack.”

She points the gun and pulls the trigger.

JACK OWYNS: “Fuckin’ safety, new school.”

Jack spears Mondae as she drops the gun, and both go crashing through the window, which leads to the parking lot.

CUT TO: MATCH 5 – RAVEN MACDEMARE VS JACKSON KENDRICK – STANDARD MATCH The horrific image of Raven MacDemare being kidnapped at the end of Shoot Saturday has been on the minds of everyone in attendance for Vendetta. The emotionally charged videos of Raven being terrorized by Jackson have been burned into the brains of everyone. As RSW cuts back to the ring, the cameras pan to the crowd where everyone is on their feet. Dragging Raven by her hair and towards the ring is the hulking Jackson Kendrick. Raven is screaming and trying to fight him off, which is a miracle in itself given what she’s been through. Jackson ruthlessly tosses the 20-year old over the barricades and leaps over them. Raven tries to crawl away from him, but Jackson laughs maniacally and wraps his hand around her throat. Raven is thrown into the ring and Jackson follows her. For some reason it seems like this match is going to happen. The referee refuses to ring the bell, but Jackson releases Raven long enough to grab the man by the throat and force him to signal for the bell. As that happens, Lord Blake comes running to the ring. Raven cries out for him which distracts Jackson. Seeing Lord, Jackson wraps his arms tightly around Raven’s neck, like he’s going to snap it if Lord comes any closer. Lord stops in his tracks and takes a deep breath. He holds his hands up in surrender not wanting to cause his beloved Ravey any extra pain. Behind Lord, several security guards and officers have arrived on the scene and RSW President, Georgia DeLise, is frantically making her way out to the ring area. There’s no pleading with a madman, however. Jackson violently slams Raven into the turnbuckle. The fear and worry on Lord’s face is clear. His heart is being ripped out of his chest. His worst nightmare is actually happening. He makes a move to get inside the ring, but Jackson waves him off. He pulls a chain out of the pocket of his jeans and wraps it around Raven’s throat. She is choking and gasping for air, and the despite the fact it’s an official match, the referee is too terrified to disqualified the raging psychopath that is Jackson Kendrick. Georgia is pleading with Jackson to let go of Raven but her pleas fall on deaf ears. Through the crowd a flash of blond hair is seen. A slender, very defiant, and extremely angry Hanalei Brightly leaps the barricade, lead pipe in hand. Clearly she’s not going to let Jackson get away with laying her out at the end of Shoot Saturday. She slips into the ring, slams the pipe into Jackson’s skull, and he finally lets go of Raven. Jackson goes down, gripping the back of his head, and Lord hits the ring. He checks on Raven and grabs the pipe, then proceeds to beat the living hell out of the man who kidnapped and tortured his girlfriend. The referee, who conveniently hasn’t called for the bell, pulls Lord off Jackson. Lord goes to lay the man out, but the referee points at the sobbing Raven. Lord understands. Motioning for Raven to come here, Lord picks Jackson up and tells Raven to finish him. For a brief second, she considers it. For everything she went through, for all the awful things that happened to her, Jackson Kendrick would deserve whatever she decided to do. Instead, she just wipes her eyes and shakes her head. Respecting her wishes, Lord lets go of Jackson. He does slam his foot into Jackson’s face, though. Raven then smiles, drops down, and covers Kendrick. The referee gets down and counts the pin, and only then does he call for the bell. Raven MacDemare has officially picked up her first win in RSW. She leaps into Lord’s arms, just happy to have this whole ordeal over with. Hanalei has already made her way to the back, her revenge handled. WINNER: Winner by Pinfal – RAVEN MACDEMARE! [04:21]

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INT. RINGSIDE – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Georgia walks over and grabs the microphone as the SFPD enter into the ring.

GEORGIA DELISE: “First and foremost – I never hired this man; my brother did. I’ve not agreed with a single thing, nor have I supported this man’s actions, no matter what some of you may believe.”

The officers grab the arms of the unconscious Jackson Kendrick and place him in handcuffs.

GEORGIA DELISE: “I care about everybody’s well-being here and will never condone such a disgusting act that this man right here has done.”

The officers pick up Jackson Kendrick and begin carrying the man out of the ring.

GEORGIA DELISE: “And like earlier tonight, when I released Dallas Blake from his contract—I want everybody to know that I have terminated this man’s contract, and hopefully, after what he has done to Raven, he’s locked up with the key tossed away.”

The officers carry Kendrick past Georgia and up the entrance.

GEORGIA DELISE: “And since I’m down here, and I have everybody’s attention, I just want to congratulate Raven on her first win. Let’s get the show on the road. Good luck, Lord Blake and Aaron Asphyxia.”

Georgia handed the microphone off.

CUT TO: MAIN EVENT – AARON ASPHYXIA VS LORD BLAKE – STANDARD MATCH It had been a dramatic few days for Lord Blake but he finally had Raven MacDemare back in his arms. The happy couple were kissing and crying as “Up In Flames” by blessthefall hits. Aaron Asphyxia makes her way down to the ring and when she sees the little reunion going on between Lord and Raven, she can’t help but roll her eyes. Truth be told, the couple are acting like they had been separated for years rather than days, but it’s typical “Lovey” behavior. And neither of them care one iota about her reaction. As Aaron gets in the ring, Lord is reluctant to let Raven go. She reassures him that she is not leaving ringside and gives him a kiss for good luck. Lord strokes her cheek, kisses her forehead, and steps down on the bottom rope she Raven can easily get out. A few moments later, the bell rings to begin the match. Aaron attacks Lord with everything she has in her. She nails him various rights and lefts, kicks and chops, and vicious forearm shots. Lord absorbs all the blows and when nothing brings the second-generator athlete down, Aaron jumps on his back and wraps him up in a sleeper-hold. Lord isn’t about to succumb to “Asphyxiate”, so he falls back into the ropes which knocks Aaron off of him. On the outside of the ring, Raven shouts words of encouragement to her man. Lord winks at her and grabs the teeny tiny Aaron Asphyxia up by the hair. Aaron tries to fight back, but Lord replies by stomping her into the mat. Aaron’s face is relentlessly pounded into mat over and over until Raven shouts at Lord to stop. He grabs Aaron up and whips her into the corner. She ends up eating a running knee to the side of the head, and then after she’s laid out, Lord double stomps her face. Knowing that he has things well in hand, Lord takes a moment to showboat to the crowd. Aaron uses Lord’s arrogance to regroup and pull herself back up to her feet. With Lord’s back turned, Aaron hoists herself up to the top rope. Raven points this out just as Aaron starts to fly and Lord whirls around. He nearly takes Aaron’s jaw off with an absolutely devastating superkick!!! It’s a sick sight as Aaron hits the mat with a thud. Raven yells at Lord to cover Aaron and the fun-loving party boy does just that. The referee slaps his hands down to the mat for an easy three count and Raven runs into the ring and into her boyfriend’s arms. After they share a sweet embrace, Raven raises Lord’s hand in victory and the two of them share a passionate look. Lord’s definitely getting lucky tonight. Or will he? The masked man stands at the entrance with his eyes locked on Lord Blake and Raven MacDemare. It doesn’t take long for Lord Blake to notice the masked man standing there. The masked man taunts Lord Blake to bring it with his hands. He walks backwards, and to many protests from Raven MacDemare, Lord Blake exits the ring and begins his pursuit again. The masked man walks backwards, never taking his eye off Lord Blake, and disappears through the black curtain. WINNER: Winner by Pinfal – LORD BLAKE! [05:35]

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INT. BACKSTAGE AREA – THE ARENA – MOMENTS LATER

Lord Blake steps through the curtain leading to the backstage area. The area is packed with people. He scans the area, and off in the corner, he spots the masked man disappearing around a corner.

Lord Blake pushes through the crowd of people that stand in his way as he makes his way across the backstage area.

He runs around the corner and down the corridor. He watches the masked man disappear around another corner.

LORD BLAKE: “Stop walking away from me!”

Lord Blake picks up his pace and is now in a full run as he goes around the next corner, but he freezes when he sees what is there.

The corridor is full of masked man walking towards him. He just stands there as each one passes by him.

Lights out.

A steel pipe connects with the back of Lord Blake’s head. Lord Blake drops to the floor.

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INT. BACKSTAGE AREA – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Arianny stood with her phone to her ear, and after a few seconds she hung up.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “Ugh. She isn’t answering.”

SHAWN DELISE: “The bitch is probably bathing in my sister's blood. Sick fucking—“

Neither had obviously been paying attention to the show.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “How about you don’t talk about Money like that. Thanks.”

Shawn clenched his fist, and his knuckles cracked.

Arianny paid no attention.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “Last time this happened, Money and I end up sharing a hospital room.”

Arianny hit recall but never put her phone to her ear as Georgia DeLise walked up.

GEORGIA DELISE: “Shawn, Arianny.”

SHAWN DELISE: “Georgia.”

ARIANNY BLAKE: “Oh look who it is—everybody’s favorite whore.”

Arianny rolled her eyes.

Georgia slapped Arianny across the face, hard.

Arianny turned away from Georgia and touched her lip with her finger. Blood coated her fingertip as she put her finger into her mouth and sucked the blood off. She smirks, still not looking at Georgia.

Shawn just looks at his sister in disbelief.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “That wasn’t a smart move at all.”

GEORGIA DELISE: “What, you going to run to the cops again?”

ARIANNY BLAKE: “No, but you struck first and drew first blood.”

Arianny swings around and backhands Georgia across the face, catching the RSW president off guard. Georgia stumbles back, and Arianny connects with, not a slap, but a right to the face of Georgia and then follows through and tackles Georgia to the ground.

Arianny grabs a handful of Georgia’s hair and slams her head into the cement twice, before driving another punch into Georgia’s face.

JACE O'BRIEN: “HEY!”

Jace O’Brien charges.

Shawn DeLise grabs Arianny by the waist and lifts her off his sister. Georgia rolls into a ball, and Arianny manages to kick Georgia a few times in the gut before Shawn pulls her away.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “Don’t fuck with the mean girls, bitch!”

Jace O’Brien makes it to Georgia as Shawn and Arianny disappear around the corner.

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INT. CORRIDOR – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

ZERO and Miles Larson walk down the corridor as Miles pats ZERO on the back.

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EXT. PARKING LOT – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Mondae Chaos and Jack Owyns lie on the roof of a smashed up car. They are both bloody and unconscious.

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INT. LOCKER ROOM – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Charlie is talking off Arthur Thomas's ear, as he is drawing on the wall with a black marker.

Arthur Thomas is asleep.

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INT. CORRIDOR – THE ARENA – CONTINOUS

Arianny Blake walks down the long corridor with a smirk on her face.

Shawn DeLise walks right behind, eyes locked on Arianny with a smile ear to ear.

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INT. LOCKER ROOM – THE ARENA CONTINUOUS

Bryce Albright sits in a chair with his face in his hands.

Wilfred Albright paces back and forth in front, talking up a storm.

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INT. BACKSTAGE AREA – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Georgia DeLise is surround by medical personnel.

Jace O’Brien is in a conversation with the head of security.

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INT. BACKSTAGE – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Lord Blake lies flat out on the cement floor as the masked man is crouched beside him. The masked man places the steel pipe on Lord Blake's chest and takes his mask off.

The masked man is RSW superstar ARCHER.

Archer drops the mask on to Lord Blake, stands up, and walks away.


END