Vendetta IV | Thursday, August 11th, 2016

[RSW Wrestling]

VENDETTA IV

AUGUST 11TH, 2016 | THE ARENA | SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA

FADE IN:

INT. GEORGIA SHAWN DELISE’S OFFICE – THE ARENA – AUGUST 11, 2016

Music blares in the background as Shawn DeLise sits in Georgia’s chair, behind Georgia’s desk. His face is glued to the desk as he makes a quick swiping movement, and you can hear him snorting the line. He throws his head back, grinning from ear to ear.

SHAWN DELISE: “Fuck yes!”

He pushes himself away from Georgia’s desk, wheeling back on the rollers of the chair. He stands up and does a little dance as he makes his way over to Georgia’s private bar. He pours himself a drink.

He is on top of the world, and nothing can ruin his night from the way he looks.

CUT TO:

INT: HOSPITAL ROOM – SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA – CONTINUOUS

The bed that Georgia DeLise has called home for the last two weeks is empty. She is gone.

CUT TO:

INT. LOCKER ROOM – THE ARENA – TWENTY MINUTES LATER

Shawn DeLise opens the door leading into the main locker room. He scans the room for only a second before spotting Genocide across the room, sitting in the corner by himself. Shawn DeLise walks over to him.

SHAWN DELISE: “Genocide! Just the fucking man I’ve been looking for!”

The blonde locks of Genocide’s hair covered his face; he didn’t bother to look up as he was in the process of tying the laces on his boot.

SHAWN DELISE: “How you feeling? Ready to go? Ready to fuck up some shit?”

Genocide finished tying his boot and then slowly looked up. He used his fingers to comb back the hair out of his eyes and gave Shawn an emotionless reaction.

GENOCIDE: “More than you know.”

SHAWN DELISE: “Perfect!”

GENOCIDE: “I’m ready to dig his grave, and introduce a body to it tonight. Show him, you, and every single soul watching who the death dealer truly is.”

SHAWN DELISE: “Music to my fucking ears, man. Music. So here is the deal: I need to start this show with a fucking bang. I don’t want enOch even to step foot inside the ring. Understand? I want you to take him fucking out backstage, make a fucking statement. ”

Genocide didn’t respond, instead sat there staring at Shawn DeLise, trying to get a read on him.

SHAWN DELISE: “I hear he’s currently all alone in the west hall. Get it done.”

Shawn DeLise turned to walk away.

GENOCIDE: “No.”

Shawn DeLise stopped and spun around.

SHAWN DELISE: “No?”

GENOCIDE: “Why would I even help you? Like, explain why I should help you. I didn’t sign here to be some errand boy.”

SHAWN DELISE: “Because if you don’t, let’s just say me and my two fucking girls know how to make your life a living hell. Oh, and we will.”

Genocide stood up from where he had sat.

GENOCIDE: “Watch who you threaten; you're all alone, and you don’t want to get on the wrong side of the death dealer.”

Genocide stepped toward Shawn DeLise. Shawn DeLise stood his ground – Thank you, drugs! – But still took a step back after Genocide pushed him back with his index finger.

GENOCIDE: “You—“

Genocide pushed Shawn again.

GENOCIDE: “Don’t—“

He pushed him again.

GENOCIDE: “Want to mess with me.”

Genocide stopped and looked down on Shawn DeLise.

GENOCIDE: “Beat it.”

SHAWN DELISE: “Remember who owns this shit. I do, and it would be wise to remember that. You want money; you want fucking gold? Do as you are told, and I will reward you fucking significantly.”

Shawn DeLise walked backward but kept his eyes on Genocide before turning and making his exit from the locker room.

CUT TO:

INT. THE RAFTERS – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Archer sat above everybody in the arena, his feet dangling in the air as he stared at his fingers. Between two of his fingers were a few strands of hair. He rubbed them between his fingers before he let them fall from his hand.

The hair slowly drifted downwards towards the fans.

ARCHER: “I hope you watch closely, Lord. You won’t save her—“

He let a short laugh slip out.

ARCHER: “You can’t save yourself.”

Archer grabbed the railing above him and used it to pull himself.

ARCHER: “Not from me.”

Archer took a final glance down towards the fans and the ring.

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INT. LOCKER ROOM – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Arthur Thomas punched his fists together as he jumped in the air.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “Man oh man, do I feel good right now. I feel fantastic – I feel unstoppable!”

Arthur turned to Charlie.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “What is this stuff?”

Arthur walked up to Charlie, grabbed him by the shoulders, and gave him a shake.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “I feel like I can run a 100K marathon right now.”

Arthur let go of Charlie, dropped to the ground, and began doing push-ups.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “Come on, spill the beans, man!”

CHARLIE: “Well, it’s a mixture of speed and steroids. I call it—"

ARTHUR THOMAS: “Amazing!”

Arthur began doing sit-ups.

CHARLIE: “No. I call it wide awake.”

Arthur stopped doing sit ups and looked at Charlie.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “Wide awake? No offense Charlie, but the name sucks. We need to figure out a catchy name – a name that sticks, like?”

CHARLIE: “What about...?”

The both looked at each other, trying to brainstorm ideas in their heads.

CHARLIE: “I got nothing.”

Arthur sat for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “We don’t need to come up with one yet. Tonight, after my victory, we shall brainstorm!”

Charlie gave Arthur the thumbs up.

CUT TO:

INT. IN RING – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Shawn DeLise stood in the middle of the ring with Arianny Blake on one side of him and Mondae Chaos on the other side of him. He held a microphone in his hand, and with his free hand took his sunglasses off and hung them in his collar.

He raised the microphone to his lips.

SHAWN DELISE: “You know what tonight fucking marks?”

He looked out at the fans.

SHAWN DELISE: “What about you?”

He turned and looked at Mondae. Mondae gave him no response.

SHAWN DELISE: “What about—“

He turned and looked at Arianny.

Arianny wasn’t paying any attention. Instead, she was playing on her cell phone. The grin that Shawn had been carrying all night vanished. He grabbed the cell phone from Arianny and tossed it out of the ring.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “Excuse me! Go and get that right—"

Shawn covered the microphone, grabbed Arianny by the arm, and pulled her into him as he whispered into her ear. Mondae took a step towards them, but Arianny signaled with her hand to back off.

Shawn let go of her arm and then gave her his back. Arianny put a hand on her hip and flipped Shawn off without him even knowing.

Mondae made a throat-slitting gesture, but Arianny shook her head.

SHAWN DELISE: “Like I was saying. Do you know what this very fucking night marks? The beginning of a new age, the beginning of Shawn DeLise’s era! This ring, this fucking arena, this company – every employee tofo this fucking company I own. It’s all fucking mine now. I own fucking everything.”

He let his words sink in.

SHAWN DELISE: “So now what, right? So what does that mean, right?”

Shawn nods his head.

SHAWN DELISE: “Georgia wanted to give you what was outdated. She wanted to build this company around a fucking thought that fucking died ages ago. She wanted to create a fucking business; that just wouldn’t work. She wanted to give you something you didn’t want. Quite simply, she wanted to fucking bore you to fucking death.”

Shawn shook his head at this.

SHAWN DELISE: “But that won’t happen with me in fucking charge. No. I will give you fucking entertainment, and I will give you something unlike you’ve ever witnessed. Fucking carnage, people, and it all starts tonight!”

Shawn DeLise received a huge pop from the crowd.

SHAWN DELISE: “See, I know—“

Shawn stopped talking.

Genocide emerged from the black curtain covered in blood, and he had enOch slung over his shoulder. He dropped enOch onto the ramp and then stared down at the ring at Shawn DeLise.

Shawn smiled.

EnOch was beaten and bloodied.

SHAWN DELISE: “And that?”

Shawn pointed up at Genocide and the beaten enOch.

SHAWN DELISE: “Is the type of shit you can expect in my fucking era. I’ve made some fucking changes to tonight’s card. Starting tonight—“

Arianny grabbed the microphone from the hands of Shawn DeLise.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “Arthur vs. Hanalei is a 10-minute hardcore match; Archer vs. Lord Blake’s Ravey is an I Quit match, and in favor of Money – her match is a Deathmatch. There you go.”

Arianny dropped the microphone and exited the ring.

Shawn glared daggers at his girlfriend as Mondae Chaos walked passed him with a smirk.

Shawn clenched his fists.

CUT TO: MATCH 1 – ARTHUR THOMAS VS HANALEI BRIGHTLY – 10 MINUTE HARDCORE MATCH For the inexperienced Hanalei Brightly, a match with absolutely no rules was right up her alley. She made a big impression on the last episode of RSW’s flagship show and in her mind, tonight would be no different. In fact, Hanalei was wielding the same leadpipe she had used two weeks ago on Jackson Kendrick’s skull. She was also smiling. Arthur Thomas, who was bright eyed and bushy tailed right now, also looked ready to go. He didn’t have a weapon on him, but with his new found confidence in his ability to get the job done and be a legitimate threat in RSW, Arthur was ready for this fight. As soon as the bell rang, Hanalei took a wild swing at Thomas with the leadpipe. He ducked the shot and caught Hanalei with a kick to the stomach. She doubled over and Thomas went to capitalize. His entire plan for the night was to end the match quickly and to do that, he had to go for a headbutt. Arthur dove at Hanalei, head first, but she scouted it and Arthur got cracked over the head with the pipe. He went down like a ton of bricks and Hanalei jumped on top of Arthur for a cover. 1… 2… Thomas kicks out!!!! That wasn’t what Hanalei had been expecting to be honest. She gets to her feet and starts stomping on Arthur’s face over and over again. Arthur throws his hands up to block the vicious stomps, but the young blond remains relentless. She mounts Thomas and begins to choke him, digging her fingernails into his neck. Thanks to Shawn DeLise, anything goes in this match and there’s no stoppage. Arthur is barely able to breathe but this poor man has been through a lot. He is able to muscle Hanalei off of him. She springs back to her feet quickly, but Arthur has the presence of mind to roll out of the ring. Hanalei follows him out but Arthur reaches under the ring and pulls out a kendo stick! He slams it against Hanalei and knocks the wind out of her, and then brings it down over her skull. Hanalei appears to be almost unconscious but as Arthur goes to bring her back inside the ring, he drops. He’s fucking sleeping! The man who basically has the match won is freaking sleeping right beside Hanalei Brightly’s unconscious body. It’s absolutely ridiculous. The referee has no idea what to do seeing as how anything goes in this match - even naps, apparently. He can’t start a count. The crowd is confused as well. This match just has to continue as is. It takes a few minutes, but finally Hanalei starts to come too. She rolls over on her side and shakes her head. She hasn’t seen Arthur sleeping yet as her back is turned to him, and she uses the ring apron to bring herself back to her feet. When Hanalei doesn’t see Arthur, she whirls around and looks down. A sick smile spreads across her face as she basically sees him sleeping at her feet. Hanalei knows she can't pin him on the floor, so she does her best to heave him up. He’s a bit too heavy for her and is basically dead weight, so Hanalei looks around in desperation. She lunges towards the guardrail and snatches a cup of beer out of a fan’s hand. She dumps it on Arthur. It doesn’t work. Someone hands her a bottle of water. That also doesn’t wake up Arthur. In fact, he kind of yawns in his sleep and turns over on his side. Irritated, Hanalei kicks him in the ribs and motions for someone to give her a chair. The crowd is very happy to be involved and Hanalei receives the chair she wanted. She slams it right down on Arthur Thomas and continues her onslaught. It’s a sickening scene, to be honest, because Arthur is absolutely defenseless. Hanalei can’t believe the man won’t wake up and she tosses the chair down in disgust. She climbs into the ring and begins pleading with the referee to do something. This goes on for several more minutes and low and behold, Arthur Thomas blinks his eyes open. It takes him a minute to register what is going on and he wipes the beer and water from his eyes. He also realizes he is in excruciating pain and winces as he gets back to his feet. When he sees Hanalei pleading with the referee to end the match, it dawns on him that he hasn’t lost! Arthur is still in this! Placing his fingers to his lips to shush the crowd, Arthur Thomas slips inside the ring. Grabbing Hanalei by the back of the tights, he rolls her up for a quick, surprise pin! 1… 2… NO!!!! Hanalei escapes just as the referee is about to slam his hand down for the three count. Both Thomas and Brightly get back to their feet at the same time and if looks could kill, Arthur Thomas would have probably died right there on the spot. Hanalei looks ready to murder him and she goes right for Arthur’s face. He sidesteps her, turns around, and catches her with a spear! Hanalei is nearly broken in half by the rejuvenated Arthur Thomas! Once again, Arthur goes for the the cover! It looks as if he is going to win his first ever match in RSW. He is smiling from ear to ear and he drops down to cover Hanalei Brightly, the amazing rookie with a promising future. And sleep. The minute Arthur drops to his knees he falls right over and starts sleeping. The crowd is freaking out because this is not the time! The match has been going for a little over seven minutes now and Arthur Thomas is snoozing for the second time. Hanalei started to stir. That wasn’t good news for Arthur. This time, when Hanalei noticed him sleeping, she didn’t try and wake him up. Instead, she threw herself over the sleeping form of Arthur Thomas, hooked the leg, and counted along with the referee. 1… 2… 3!!!! WINNER: Winner by Pinfal – HANALEI BRIGHTLY! [10:35]

CUT TO:

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

Shawn slammed the door shut behind him as he and Arianny entered Georgia’s office.

SHAWN DELISE: “What the fuck was that!?”

Arianny walked across the office and took a seat on the sofa.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “Please. I saved the audience from listening to you go on and on. So annoying.”

Shawn clenched his fists.

Arianny pulled out her cell phone, the one Shawn had thrown from her purse.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “You owe me a new phone; you put a crack in my screen.”

She placed the phone back into her purse and looked at Shawn, who still hadn’t moved.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “And this time, when you replace something of mine, don’t buy me crap like that stupid lambo or whatever you called it. That thing was hideous.”

Shawn has heard enough; he crosses the office in an instant.

SHAWN DELISE: “I guess the first time, you didn’t fucking learn your fucking lesson!”

Shawn quickly drops beside Arianny, and before she even realizes what his plan is. Arianny finds herself over his knee. He once again pins her arms behind her back, grabs her bottoms, and rips them down.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “Get off me, you—!”

SMACK!

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INT. LOCKER ROOM – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Arthur Thomas' eyes shoot open, and he sits up from where he lies on the floor of the locker room. He looks around the room and finds that only he and Charlie occupy the place.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “You have got to be kidding me.”

CHARLIE: “Sorry Arthur, but you lost.”

ARTHUR THOMAS: “But – impossible! I felt so amazing; I felt so unstoppable.”

Arthur gets up off the floor.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “You said that would work; you said—“

CHARLIE: “I was wrong, but— Everybody knows, we must always go through the beta stage, and that, my friend, was just that.”

ARTHUR THOMAS: “I should have won.”

CHARLIE: “That ten-minutes really threw a wrench into our plan.”

Arthur begins ripping the tape from his wrists.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “I can’t do this anymore. I’m done with kidding myself, pretending and dreaming that this can happen.”

CHARLIE: “We just need to up the dose, Arthur, that’s it.”

Arthur shook his head.

CHARLIE: “This was just a trial period, Arthur. Next time is the real deal.”

Arthur looked at Charlie.

CHARLIE: “Next time we will get it right, and your hand will be raised.”

Charlie smiled, and Arthur thought it over in his head.

ARTHUR THOMAS: “One more shot.”

CHARLIE: “One more shot.”

CUT TO: MATCH 2 – JACE O'BRIEN VS AAROS – STANDARD MATCH The match between Aaros and O’Brien starts off quickly. The two meeting in the ring and exchanging blows. Forearms, chops – back and forth, back and forth. O’Brien’s superior striking ability comes into play here, his strikes having more power and backing Aaros up to the ropes. He grabs the arm of the Betrayer of Humanity and whips him across the ring. When Aaros comes back, he’s met with O’Brien’s lifted knee to his stomach. Aaros’ momentum flips him over the Bay Area Champion’s knee and onto the mat. This is when O’Brien would quickly drop and apply a grounded side headlock. He wrenched it in for a couple of moments until Aaros’ submission defense would serve useful. He managed to slip out of the headlock and bring the match vertical again. Before he allowed O’Brien to use those strikes, though, Aaros grabbed him in a clinch hold before quickly shifting through positions until he found himself standing dominant, his arm wrapped over O’Brien’s head and neck. With a display of power, Aaros quickly lifted O’Brien up before driving his head down into the mat with a brainbuster. Aaros would float over, keeping the champion grounded, and apply his own submission this time. Turning O’Brien onto his side, he drove his knee into the small of O’Brien’s back and bent him in a bow-and-arrow type of submission, bending the champion in a very awkward position. O’Brien let out a scream, his back bending unnaturally. The referee is in perfect position to ask O’Brien’s willingness to continue. His reply was a rather rude, “fuck off!”. Aaros was more than happy keeping this applied for a few more moments, adding more pressure toward the end before he let go. The damage has been done, and O’Brien holds the small of his back in sheer agony. Perfect for Aaros to later apply the ‘Big Empty’ submission. Aaros would then throw a few hard kicks to the same area, once again getting a scream of pain out of the champion. He wore a smile of satisfaction on his face as he bent down, grabbing O’Brien’s head and pulling him up to his feet. He pushed O’Brien into the corner before backing up and running in, hitting a cornered clothesline. The impact wasn’t enough to make O’Brien crumble to his feet, but instead he staggered out of the corner only for Aaros to hoist him up in a side slam type hold before driving him down with a pendulum backbreaker – the small of his back landing hard on the knee. Aaros lets go of O’Brien after the impact, allowing him to hit the mat hard. O’Brien rolled away from his attacker in obvious pain. He rolled to the ropes, and used them to pull himself up to his feet. Aaros allowed this. He watched O’Brien turn to him and throw up a fighting guard. Chuckling, Aaros stepped closer. He knew he had the champion where he wanted him. He allowed O’Brien to throw a punch, which he dodged. Aaros dropped and drove his shoulder into O’Brien’s stomach – pushing him into the corner again. Inside of the corner, Aaros repeatedly drove his shoulder into O’Brien’s gut a few times. Once stopping, he backed up a little and tried for another cornered clothesline. However, O’Brien had enough wit about him to duck under it. Once he had Aaros in the corner, he began to tee off with chops and kicks to the challenger. It all ended with O’Brien clinching a hand around the top rope as he jumped up, hitting a variation of an enzuigiri. The impact of O’Brien’s boot hitting Aaros’ head echoed in The Arena. Aaros staggered out of the corner, dropping to a knee once he was five paces or so away from the corner. O’Brien stalked his opponent, wrapping his arm around his head and neck, snapping him down with a DDT from this kneeling position. O’Brien knew the match wasn’t over, so there was no point to a cover. He took his time returning to his feet, allowing Aaros to do the same. Once both were to their feet, Aaros foolishly tried a shoot kick to the legs of O’Brien, which of course he checked. O’Brien countered with a spinning sole kick to the stomach, doubling Aaros over instantly. From there, O’Brien grabbed and manipulated Aaros into a standing Chickenwing – Hammerlock combination. Bending Aaros forward, O’Brien began to rapidly lift his knee into Aaros’ temple. The assault looked vicious, and the referee thought so as well. He moved in to stop this, and at the count of four O’Brien stopped and let Aaros crumble to the mat. Aaros resiliency doesn’t keep him there, though. He pushes to his feet and right back into O’Brien’s face, giving him a hard forearm shot before locking him up again and attempting another vertical suplex. Once lifted, though, O’Brien manages to swing his legs in order to loosen Aaros’ grip so O’Brien can land on his feet behind Aaros. O’Brien sprints to the ropes and just as Aaros turns around to where O’Brien landed, he gets caught with a springboard Enzuigiri. Both men are down now, exhausted from the back and forth, vicious match between them. Jace and Aaros both roll to there sides, and both men began to return to there feet. Aaros takes a swing at Jace. However Jace manages to duck under the punch and catch Aaros with -- THE DOWNFALL! Jace makes the cover. One! Two! Three! WINNER: Winner by Pinfal – JACE O'BRIEN! [08:12]

CUT TO:

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

Shawn sat on Georgia’s sofa, his jacket sitting beside him and his tie undone. He held a drink in his hand.

The door to Georgia’s office opened, and Lord Blake stormed inside.

LORD BLAKE: “I need a favor.”

Shawn finished his drink and then set the empty glass down on the side table beside the sofa.

SHAWN DELISE: “And what is that?”

LORD BLAKE: “I want you to change Ravey’s match. She’s been through too much lately, and I want to take her place in the ring against Archer. I want you to substitute me in.”

SHAWN DELISE: “No.”

LORD BLAKE: “No?”

Shawn let his head fall back and rested it up against the sofa.

SHAWN DELISE: “What, you can’t fucking hear? I said no. Ain’t happening.”

LORD BLAKE: “This – all the stuff she and I have been through since we signed this deal. Since you've been hired to work for RSW, you’ve done nothing but pretend to help, so how about for once—"

SHAWN DELISE: “Ain’t fucking happening man. Your fucking Ravey signed up as a wrestler, so she will fucking wrestle. End of discussion. Want to fucking save her? Then take that stupid bitch up on her offer. Lay fucking down, and let her win.”

Shawn stood up and started walking towards the bar.

SHAWN DELISE: “Simple as that.”

LORD BLAKE: “Georgia would—"

SHAWN DELISE: “Fuck Georgia. I’m in charge now – Me!”

Shawn grabbed a new glass and began to pour himself another drink.

SHAWN DELISE: “I’m done with this conversation. See the door?”

Lord Blake just glared at the back of Shawn’s head.

SHAWN DELISE: “Use it, and get the fuck out.”

Lord Blake shook his head and just left.

CUT TO: MATCH 3 – ZERO VS ARIANNY BLAKE – STANDARD MATCH Arianny stands in her corner, looking at the masked Luchador standing motionless on his side of the ring. Outside of the ring, Miles stands also near the corner where ZERO stands, yelling instructions up to him. Of course Ari saw last week when ZERO broke her brother’s arm in the match against him, and with one arm already in a cast, a repeat of last week wasn’t an option for her tonight. When the bell sounded, ZERO walked out of the corner, eyes focused on the Princess. Ari moves out of the corner as well, coming out to meet ZERO with a kick attempt to his leg. Being a master of striking himself, ZERO manages to check the kick with his leg rendering her initial attack useless. He quickly follows up with a hard clothesline that floors the one hundred and seventeen pound Ari Blake. ZERO doesn’t waste any time, he quickly lists her back up to her feet and pushes her against the ropes before firing her off to the other side. Ari comes back, ducking a clothesline attempt from the masked wrestler. ZERO turns around as Ari hits the opposite ropes, ZERO bends down to attempt a backbody drop. Ari scouts it, jumps over and sunset flips him. However, ZERO rolls through the sunset flip and while Ari is still seated, she eats a hard kick to the chest from ZERO. The impact of his foot on her chest sends a loud echo through the Arena, followed by a collective “ooohhh” from everyone watching. Ari lays back, instantly clutching at her chest with an agonizing look of pain on her face. ZERO drops down, driving his forearm against her face and holding her down for a pin attempt, which only gets a one and a half. Ari rolls to her side, her eyes finding Miles standing on the outside of the ring. This is not what they agreed to, she was thinking. ZERO is now to his feet again, stalking the Princess. She makes her way up to her feet, eyes still locked on Miles before she turns around just in time to get a chop to her chest. “Owwww!” she screams out after the impact. ZERO tries this again, pushing her back to the ropes and firing her off to the far side. This is when Ari would use her speed and aerial agility to her advantage, jumping up onto the second rope and spring boarding off. In midair she turned, and hit ZERO with a crossbody as he approached the flying Blake. Both hit the mat, and Ari quickly moved up to her feet. As ZERO was returning to his, now her kicks wouldn’t be checked. One kick, two kick, three kick from Ari landing successfully to various points on ZERO’s body. Back, ribs, chest as she circled around him. On the outside, Miles watches on with intent as Ari begins to gain the upper hand on ZERO. It only lasts as long as she keeps him grounded, though. Once up, his striking power and technique is too much for her to handle. He successfully lands a series of strikes of his own before quickly taking her down with a snap suplex. She is almost immediately up to her feet and once she is, he slips around her and executes another suplex – a release half nelson. ZERO pushes himself up to his knees, eyeing Ari. Before he could do anything, though, Miles calls his attention. ZERO looks over to his manager, who only just nods. During this time, Ari pushes herself fully up to her feet and moves to ZERO before looking down at Miles. She then proceeds to wrap her legs around ZERO’s head and arm, locking in the triangle choke calls the “Mantra”. It was literally a split second before Zero tapped. Ari releases the hold as quickly as the bell sounds, and rolls up to her feet. The referee lifted Ari’s arm in victory, but no one saw the blindside. Bryce Albright had run down to the ring during the submission that Ari applied to ZERO. He slid in unnoticed and brutally clubbed Ari from behind as she had her arm raised. He lifts Ari up to her feet, only to put her back down quickly with an Angle Slam, a move he calls “Good Luck Walking”. Ari’s body hits the mat with a sickening thud. All of this because Ari cost him his match against Mondae Chaos, so Bryce has sought his revenge. He stares down at Ari, but only for a very brief moment before turning his attention. During all of this, Wilfred Albright made his way to ringside where he confronted Miles Larsen. The two began trading words, which of course caught ZERO’s attention. ZERO remained in the ring, back to Bryce and Ari the entire time during the assault. Now Bryce turned his attention to ZERO. He quickly wrapped his arms around the waist of the Luchador and gave him a wicked German suplex! Keeping his arms locked, he rolled through and did it again. And again. And again. And again! Five German suplexes to ZERO. Miles looks shocked on the outside of the ring, turning his attention fully from Wilfred, which allows Wilfred to blindside Miles with a shot to the side of his head that floors Miles. Inside of the ring, Bryce has released his hold on ZERO and has mounted the lifeless Luchador who lays on his stomach. Bryce begins to untie the laces of the mask he wears before viciously ripping it off of the fallen. The cameras follow Bryce up with the mask, not revealing the face of ZERO. Bryce has an evil grin on his face as he holds up the mask. He stays there for a moment before exiting the ring and making his way backstage with Wilfred. Miles finally pulls himself up, seeing his client with no mask. He takes off his jacket and slides into the ring, throwing his jacket over his client to conceal his identity. WINNER: Winner by Submission – ARIANNY BLAKE! [6:27]

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

Shawn was sitting back behind Georgia’s desk that night when another visitor paid him a visit. Miles Larson, the manager of ZERO, stood in front of him.

MILES LARSON: “Arianny won, which means we kept up our side of the deal, and now it’s your turn.”

Shawn DeLise didn’t respond but just looked at Miles.

MILES LARSON: “Everything alright?”

Miles waved his hand in front of Shawn’s face.

SHAWN DELISE: “You fucked my girl?”

Miles looked nervous for a second but quickly regained himself and gave Shawn a serious look.

MILES LARSON: “Nothing happened, Shawn.”

Shawn didn’t respond again.

MILES LARSON: “We had a few drinks, and I took her home, and then I went home.”

SHAWN DELISE: “Right.”

They both just stared at each other in silence. After a few moments, Miles broke the silence.

MILES LARSON: “About what you promised.”

Shawn shrugged, lifting both his hands.

SHAWN DELISE: “And what did I promise?”

MILES LARSON: “If ZERO lost to Arianny, ZERO would get a shot at—“

SHAWN DELISE: “I didn’t make that fucking promise.”

MILES LARSON: “But Arianny did.”

SHAWN DELISE: “Arianny doesn’t fucking speak for me, man.”

Miles Larson looked pissed.

MILES LARSON: “What!? ZERO just—“

SHAWN DELISE: “Fucking lost for nothing. Tell me why the fuck would I give a loser a title shot, huh? Why?”

MILES LARSON: “This.”

Miles Larson lost his words as he stood there in disbelief.

SHAWN DELISE: “Now, if you’ll fuck off, I have to go and congratulate Arianny on her victory.”

Shawn got up from Georgia’s desk and walked past Miles.

SHAWN DELISE: “She fucking played you.”

Shawn actually laughed as he headed towards the door.

SHAWN DELISE: “Oh, Miles. I’ve heard being unmasked can be very humiliating. So, not only did your client tap like a bitch, but he also got humiliated right after by Albright.”

Miles turned and looked at Shawn, but Shawn didn’t look back as his hand was already on the door.

SHAWN DELISE: “Don’t fuck with me.”

Shawn opened the door and took a step out.

CUT TO:

INT. BACKSTAGE AREA – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

Mondae Chaos walked backstage with her newly found reinforcements, the Blackwoods, just behind her. They walked around the corner and came face to face with Lord Blake.

MONDAE CHAOS: “Look who it fucking is, guys.”

Everybody stopped.

MONDAE CHAOS: “Maybe it’s just me, but you don’t look your normal self. A lot on your fucking mind? Oh, I know what it is. Your fucking girl’s match is up next.”

Mondae walks in a circle around Lord Blake.

LORD BLAKE: “I accept.”

He says it quietly.

MONDAE CHAOS: “Sorry, what was that? I didn’t fucking hear you.”

LORD BLAKE: “I will lay down for you, give you the win for Raven’s protection.”

Mondae claps her hands together when she is back in front of Lord Blake.

MONDAE CHAOS: “Wise decision. Fucking deal.”

Mondae extends her hand to Lord for them to shake on it.

Lord Blake doesn't shake.

LORD BLAKE: “If anything happens to her, I swear—you’ll suffer the same fate as Archer, and I will bring everything I got to the ring tonight and defeat you.”

Mondae lets her hand fall back down to her side.

MONDAE CHAOS: “I give you my word.”

CUT TO: MATCH 4 – RAVEN MACDEMARE VS ARCHER – I QUIT MATCH With Shawn DeLise in power, Vendetta had been one surprise after another. With the revelation that Ravey versus Archer was now an “I Quit” match, the plan Mondae Chaos had so expertly come up with to secure her spot in the Supreme Championship finals match was now in jeopardy. There wasn’t a lot she could do on Raven’s behalf with the stipulation being what it was, and knowing Shawn DeLise he had probably planned it that way. Now Raven timidly made her way to the ring, looking weary and completely out of place. Archer was already waiting on her. You could not wipe the awful, sadistic smirk off of his face. To antagonize the young beauty vlogger, Archer sat down on the ropes so Raven could get in. Needless to say, he wasn’t being a gentleman and Raven wasn’t going for it. She walked away to the opposite side of the ring and hesitated before she got in. That hesitation cost her dearly. Archer was quick enough to dart through the ropes and Raven found herself slammed against the guardrail. As soon as her back slammed against the steel, Raven saw stars. Archer’s hands wrapped around her throat and before Raven could react, she found herself tossed into the steel ring steps. By now, the match was official, but for whatever reason Raven wasn’t even thinking of quitting. Archer took his time walking towards her. He was going to enjoy stalking his pray more than anything. Raven groaned and desperately grabbed at the steps. She wanted to pull herself up and back to her feet, but as she started to get up, Archer stomped her right back down. Dropping down to his knees, Archer grabbed a handful of Raven’s hair and bounced her face off the steps. You could clearly hear him asking her if she was ready to quit. When Raven didn’t reply, Archer repeated his previous action three more times. He picked her up, placed her over his shoulder, and carried her into the ring. Raven was bleeding from the nose but somehow she still had enough presence of mind to try and wiggle out of Archer’s grasp. He was quick to slam her into the mat as if to punctuate his dominance. He followed it up with a stiff neckbreaker, placed his foot on Raven’s neck, and once against asked her himself if she was ready to quit. Raven’s scream of “no” was strangled, but clear. Archer merely shrugged. He left the 20-year old alone in the ring and went to the outside. Archer reached under the ring and produced one of his favorite weapons - a long light tube. Even though Archer has made the leap pipe his friend in RSW, light tubes is what he’s known for. As he’s about to get back into the ring, Mondae Chaos comes strolling out from the back, ready to make good on her promise to protect Lord’s beloved Ravey. She’s got a determined look on her face and is carrying a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. Archer quietly acknowledged her. He expected this. Mondae pointed at Archer with her bat. The two potential championship competitors exchanged words with one another. That distraction was enough to allow Lord Blake to sneak out of the crowd and slam into Archer from behind! An angry Lord Blake tossed the lead pipe he had used to the ground and started beating the living crap out of Archer. Archer got a few shots in on Lord, but Mondae quickly joined the brawl. In a shocking display of teamwork, Mondae and Lord managed to get the upper-hand on the man that had made it his goal to rid RSW of the duo known as “Lovey.” Mondae raised her bat above her head and went to bring it down across Archer’s face, but Lord stopped her. They exchanged a few words and together lifted Archer back into the ring. Raven who was getting her second wind looked around in confusion. She had no clue what was going on. Lord shouted at her to go to the top rope and try for the “Super Orgasm.” Chill out people. It’s named after a NARS cosmetic product. Raven wasn’t sure what to make of Lord and Mondae standing together united, but nonetheless she decided to go for her finisher that she had never, ever tried before. Everyone held their breath as Raven MacDemare cautiously climbed to the top rope. She took a deep breath and launched herself through the air. Right as it looked like she would connect, Archer came too and rolled out of the way! Lord visibly winced. He was quick to hit the ring and check on Raven. Archer sized the two up, but determined to keep her promise, Mondae also hit the ring. This time Archer anticipated her and Mondae found herself a victim of 'Malum In Se'. Archer got his hands on Lord next. ‘Disasterpiece’ took care of the 20-year old rookie and Archer decided he wasn’t through with the two people who had spoiled his planned. Grabbing Mondae by the hair, he jerked her over the corner and produced a pair of handcuffs. The Raven-Haired Bitch found herself cuffed to the ring and helpless. Producing another pair of handcuffs, Lord was dragged to the opposite corner. He was also cuffed. For the last time, Archer headed outside of the ring. He grabbed two light tubes and brought them back with him. Lord was stirring, as was Mondae, but Archer had his focus locked on Lord. He reared back and smashed the first tube right across the face of Lord Blake. Raven saw everything and immediately sprang to her feet. She attacked Archer like a hellcat and started punching him and clawing him. Archer managed to wrestle her down to the ground and grabbed the second light tube. Mondae desperately tried to get her hands free as all this was happening, but it was no use. The so-called Queen of Everything was forced to watch as Archer wrapped the light tube around Raven’s neck and began choking her right in front of Lord. Raven kicked and flailed about, but she wasn’t getting out of the hold. As she stared at her boyfriend’s bloody face, the realization that this was a losing battle washed over her. With tears in her eyes, a madman attempting to kill her, Raven screamed the words she vowed never to say inside the ring. “I QUIT!” The referee called for the bell and satisfied, Archer let her go. Raven gasped for air as she crawled over to Lord to check on him. Smashing the tube into the canvas, Archer kicked the broken shards of glass around the ring. He was perfectly fine with letting Mondae and Lord destroy one another. In two weeks time, he would be ready to pick up the pieces of whatever was left over. WINNER: Winner by Quit – ARCHER! [10:35]

CUT TO:

INT. ENTRANCE RAMP – THE ARENA – CONTINUOUS

SHAWN DELISE: “Man, was that fucking awesome or what?”

Shawn steps out from behind the black curtain, clapping his hands together with a huge smile on his face.

Arianny walks behind him, looking at Shawn like she is ready to kill him.

SHAWN DELISE: “See, people? Have I not fucking given you what you want so far? Have I not given you something better than my fucking sister could ever give you?”

Shawn stopped, and Arianny stopped and stood at his side.

SHAWN DELISE: “And we still have the main event to—"

GEORGIA DELISE: “Shut up, Shawn.”

Shawn and Arianny spun around as Georgia walked out from behind the black curtain with Jace O’Brien and a face unfamiliar to the RSW crowd.

GEORGIA DELISE: “Surprised to see me, brother?”

Each group stood on opposites sides of the entrance ramp.

SHAWN DELISE: “What? What the fuck are you doing here?”

GEORGIA DELISE: “Here to run my promotion and to put a stop to this disgrace of a night you’ve let go on.”

SHAWN DELISE: “Disgrace? I’ve given these fucks what they wanted. What you were to fucking scared to do. I gave them entertainment, bitch.”

GEORGIA DELISE: “You gave them a circus, and the circus ends now.”

SHAWN DELISE: “And how the fuck you going to stop me?”

Georgia turned and looked at both Jace O’Brien and the unfamiliar face.

GEORGIA DELISE: “Jace, Radek please take the garbage out.”

Georgia pointed at Shawn and then at Arianny.

Both men stepped towards them.

Arianny, quickly and for a second time, snatched the microphone from Shawn’s hand.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “Wait! Easy now, Sloregia.”

Shawn reached back for the microphone, but Arianny moved away from Shawn.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “Listening to you two ramble on, well, I thought of an idea.”

SHAWN DELISE: “Give me the fucking microphone.”

ARIANNY BLAKE: “Uh-uh.”

Arianny walked away from Shawn again – Arianny never learns.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “Shawn, I – actually everybody, because nobody in this arena even likes you, Sloregia. It’s quite evident, but you are too stupid to see it – but why not put your company on the line?”

Georgia just watched Arianny, as Shawn was still trying to take back his microphone.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “At deception. I’ll fight for Shawn, against you.”

Arianny stopped and gave Georgia a once-over.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “Well, not you, since we all know what happened last time we fought. Don’t we, Sloregia? So, you can pick somebody to fight for you against me, and if I win, you go away for good, sign the papers, and hand the company over to Shawn. If I lose, I, the MGM, and Shawn DeLise walk away—”

SHAWN DELISE: “What the fuck are you doing!?”

Georgia looked back at both men, then back at Arianny.

GEORGIA DELISE: “Deal. You can face.”

Georgia turned and looked at the entrance ramp. So did everybody else. The black curtain moved, and out crawled a women. She had a wicked grin as she licked her lips staring up at Arianny. The curtains moved again, and a big man emerged from behind. He walked over top the women on her hands and knees. He stopped.

GEORGIA DELISE: “Frost!”

Georgia dropped her microphone, and then she, Jace O’Brien, and Radek Dayz all left back through the black curtain.

Frost turned and grabbed his wife from the ground and picked her up and disappeared behind the black curtain.

Shawn smacked the microphone out of Arianny’s hands.

SHAWN DELISE: “You stupid fucking—"

Arianny ripped her arm out of Shawn’s grasp.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “Shawn, guess what?”

The two stood face to face with each other. Arianny grabbed Shawn by the cheeks and planted a kiss on his lips before pushing Shawn’s face away with disgust.

ARIANNY BLAKE: “Guess who has all the power now.”

Arianny smirked and walked back through the black curtain. Shawn stood motionless for a second before he followed after Arianny.

CUT TO: MAIN EVENT – MONDAE CHAOS VS LORD BLAKE – DEATH MATCH The 18-year old New York native desperately tugged at the handcuffs that were still restraining her to the ropes. Across the ring, Raven was tearfully wiping the blood off of Lord’s face with her hands. Everyone looked completely wrecked to be honest. Lord and Mondae still had a match to wrestle and apparently it was going to be a Deathmatch. That was just fine for Mondae. She loved anything that was violent and bloody. But she also couldn’t get free. The referee in charge had no key to the cuffs, and apparently there wasn’t a pair of pliers under the ring to free either competitor. There was literally everything else under that ring. Go figure. It didn’t take long for Mondae’s new accomplices, Zander and Rowan Blackwood, to come rushing down to the ring. Zander had a pair of pliers and Mondae frantically shouted at him to free her and Lord. Rowan pushed Raven out of the way as Zander freed Lord, and while Lord was still shook up from having taken Archer’s finisher and a light tube to the face, Mondae nailed him with “The Crowning.” Quickly, she covered Lord and expected him to stay down as per their deal, but Lord got his shoulder up on the two count. “What the fuck?!” Mondae shouted. Zander and Rowan circled Lord Blake’s fallen body, but Mondae called off her Mean Girl Mafia conspirators and motioned for them to get to the outside. She allowed Lord a chance to recover and when he finally made his way back to his feet, she shoved him hard in the chest. “WE HAD A DEAL!” Lord looked around and saw Raven huddled on the ground, nursing her sore body. Lord just shook his head. “NOPE!” Before she could defend herself, Mondae ate “The Silver Bullet”. The sound of Lord super-kicking her in the face was everything the crowd had ever wanted to see. They went nuts as Lord Blake dropped down for the cover. Luckily for Mondae, Zander was quick to make the save. Lord turned and went after Zander. All the stress and annoyance that had been building for the young second-generation athlete had finally caused him to snap. The fun-loving party boy persona was gone from Lord and he exchanged rights and lefts with Zander Blackwood. Rowan tried to help her husband out, but she had her face slammed into the turnbuckle for her efforts. Lord caught Zander with a European upper-cut and clothes-lined him right out of the ring. He speared Rowan, knocking the petite redhead to the ground, and kicked her out. Rowan landed right beside her husband. Mondae had gotten back to her feet and had armed herself with one of the longest shards of glass inside the ring. She stabbed it right into the back of Lord Blake’s shoulder and he actually screamed out loud. He whirled around and Mondae caught him with a stiff right hand to the face. She followed it up with a kick the stomach and DDTed Lord. He landed face first beside a pile of broken glass and Mondae kicked him over on his back with her foot. Lord’s back was pierced by dozens of pieces of broken glass and the pain was clearly visible all over his face. Mondae beamed. Jumping in the air, she landed right in the middle of Lord’s chest and hopped off as he doubled over in pain. Mondae knew she couldn’t let up and she jerked Lord up by his perfect hair. She sent him shoulder first into the steel ring post, and Lord found himself in a world of hurt. Eyeing her barbed wire baseball bat, Mondae motioned for either of the Blackwoods to retrieve it for her. It was Rowan who finally handed the Queen her weapon of choice. Mondae licked her lips at the sight of the barbed wire. Picturing it stained with Lord’s blood was all the motivation she needed right now. Raising the bat high above her head, Mondae went to slam it into Lord’s face. Thankfully for Lord, he managed to move out of the way and Mondae hit canvas. Jerking the bat out of the canvas, Mondae went to hit Lord again. He was able to catch her in the knee with a sharp kick and Mondae was forced to back off. Lord crawled over to the ropes and hoisted himself up, right as Mondae came running at him full force. He ducked another swing, kicked her in the stomach, and luckily that bat tumbled from her hands. Lord scooped it up and quickly rammed it right into Mondae’s ass. The Queen screeched as the barbs bit into her flesh and Lord laughed in spite of himself. He did it again and then placed the bat right on her butt. He used it to push Mondae chest first into the turnbuckle and Mondae grit her teeth in pain. Lord kicked her in the kidney area several times over, grabbed a handful of hair, and slammed her right down onto her back. Sadly, Mondae landed on a few stray pieces of glass and immediately started bleeding. Lord dragged her to the center of the ring, went for the cover, but Mondae got her shoulder up. Lord stood up and started stomping on Mondae’s chest and stomach over and over. For the first time in a while, Mondae was utterly defenseless. Zander and Rowan both shouted words of encouragement to Mondae, while Raven (who was back to her feet and engaged in the match) cheered Lord on. Lord grabbed Mondae up, whipped her into the ropes, and almost took her head off of her shoulders with a brutal clothesline. Sensing she was in danger, Mondae had little choice but to roll to the outside. She landed right at Raven’s feet. Raven backed off, not wanting to get involved, but Mondae grabbed her by the ankles. Raven did her best to push Mondae off of her, but Mondae wasn’t having it. She used Raven to help her up and the two women struggled for position. Meanwhile, Lord was running towards the ropes and launched himself through the top and middle ropes. At the last second, Mondae pulled Raven in front of her and poor Ravey took the impact. Lord nearly lost his mind. Taking Ravey out had not been his intention and Mondae used the distraction to grab a chair and start beating Lord with it. It was a sick scene. Zander hoisted Lord back into the ring for Mondae. Mondae took her time strolling up the ring steps and taunting the crowd. She was nothing if not arrogant. When she finally turned her attention back to Lord, she placed her foot on his chest for the pin and grinned. The referee started to count and Lord somehow got his shoulder up yet again. Mondae’s arrogant grin vanished. She didn’t understand why Lord wouldn’t stay down. But those who knew the history of Lord’s father, the legendary Adam Blake, knew that this set of Blakes didn’t know how to quit. Lord would never not fight back and that’s exactly what he started to do. He punched Mondae right in her ovaries, causing the future serial killer an intense amount of shock. It was enough of an advantage for Lord and he decided why not just do it again? Mondae Chaos never needed to reproduce so he punched her over and over until she could do nothing but crumple to the ground and ball up in the fetal position. Rowan and Zander were not impressed. They looked at each other and decide they were going to change the momentum of the match. They began for the ring. CRACK! Rowan dropped. CRACK! Zander dropped. Jack Owyns dropped his own baseball bat. “Welcome to RSW fuckin’ bitches, HA!” Mondae, who was still in pain seen what had just happened from the fetal position. Jack waved at Mondae, and then blew her kiss. Lord Blake reached down and grabbed Mondae by the hair. Money repaid Lord as she drove her fist as hard as she could right up into Lord’s most private part. Lord turned away and dropped to his knees. Mondae returned to her feet, but turned her attention to Jack instead of Lord Blake. Jack stood on the apron as Mondae came at him with a punch. Jack dropped down, avoiding the punch. He smirked as he pointed behind Mondae. Mondae turned around to Lord Blake, but Lord Blake was still on his knees. Jack grabbed Mondae by her feet, and pulled her to the canvas. Mondae was quick to return to her knees and that was the set up. Lord Blake connected – THE SILVER SPOON! Lord Blake made the cover. One! Two! Three! That was is, Lord Blake had won and had just advanced to the finals. Lord Blake rolled off Mondae and exited the ring and rushed too Raven. Jack enter the ring and stood over top of Mondae Chaos. He grabbed the knocked out girl and picked her up and helped her stay standing. He grabbed her by the hair, as he licked the blood from her cheek and then spat it right back into her face. THE VILLAIN CONNECTION! Jack exited the ring as the Blackwood’s had both returned to their feet. They rushed to the aid of Mondae as Jack walked backwards up the ramp, staring at Mondae in the ring. WINNER: Winner by Pinfal – LORD BLAKE! [11:00]