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Post by So Cal Ultraviolent on Jul 25, 2017 21:00:28 GMT -5
FILMED EARLIER IN THE DAY INT. THE PARKING LOT AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS The atmosphere at the Ultraviolent Complex was already tense. So-Cal World War wouldn’t kick off for another few hours, but the men and women who put their blood, sweat, and tears into the promotion had already started to arrive. The fans were gathered along the back entrance, being kept back with barricades and temporary security guards who had been hired for the event due to the fact Julian Cortez had fired Elias Barnes and Lindsay Pierce. Alix Stavros remained on the Cortez payroll and he was making sure the hired hands did their job. Everyone was watching as an expensive looking Rolls Royce pulled into the parking lot. It parked and eventually, the driver’s side door opened. Dorian Rampage got out of the driver’s side door and the crowd that was gathered let out a cheer. He didn’t acknowledge them. That wasn’t his place. He walked over to the passenger’s side door and after he opened it, he took a step back. A few moments later, sneaker clad feet hit the pavement and Tiffany stepped out of the vehicle. The crowd went nuts.
For a moment Tiffany stood there, startled and passive, and taking in the moment. It was the biggest night of her young career and she was still feeling a bevy of emotions towards it. Dorian leaned in and whispered a few words in her ear. Tiffany nodded, a smile touching her lips. It was her night. Her time to shine. And as she glanced around at everyone outside chanting her name, she touched her hand to her heart. Those fans meant the world to her, and Tiffany finally waved to them.
“TIFFY! TIFFY! TIFFY!”
They were chanting her name and after Dorian gave her a nod, Tiffany headed towards them. As Dorian unloaded their things, Tiffany started greeting the fans and signing autographs for them. It was going to be one hell of a wild night for the bubbly, platinum-haired beauty from Orlando, Florida.
CUT TO: FILMED EARLIER IN THE DAY INT. THE BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS The arrival of #TeamFriendship to the Ultraviolent Complex had happened with considerably less fanfare. Zahra Phoenix, Matthias Black and Hunter Moxley were all reeling from the revelation that Julian Cortez had sold Zahra’s contract to Svensk Wrestling Syd. Matthias felt betrayed and unsure of what he was truly trying to fight for tonight. Hunter had zero desire to step inside the ring against Tilda and Wilhelm Franssen. The last time she had faced them, Shade Stratton had whispered in her ear that he loved her.
MATTHIAS BLACK: “I’m going to see Cortez.”
ZAHRA PHOENIX: “I’ll come with you.”
Matthias stopped them as they turned to head in the direction of Julian’s office. Zahra was clinging to him and Matthias gently unwrapped her fingers from his arm.
MATTHIAS BLACK: “I’ll handle this.”
Zahra went to protest but Matthias put his fingers to her lips.
MATTHIAS BLACK: “Not tonight, Zahra. Just go with Hunter.”
He pressed a kissed to her forehead and headed for Julian’s office. Zahra’s shoulders slumped. Hunter put her arm around her friend.
HUNTER MOXLEY: “Look on the bright side. At least you get to destroy Madison with a strap tonight.”
A small consolation prize.
CUT TO: FILMED EARLIER IN THE DAY INT. THE OFFICE OF JULIAN CORTEZ - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX CONTINUOUS Matthias Black didn’t bother to knock.
MATTHIAS BLACK: “You mother fucker.”
JULIAN CORTEZ "Coma esta?"
Matthias narrowed his cold, dark eyes.
MATTHIAS BLACK: “Tell me why I should save your fucking company for you when you sold my girlfriend’s contract to another fucking company?”
JULIAN CORTEZ "Always so near sighted, aren't you? You're mad at me for ensuring your little toy has a job? Let's think of worst case scenario. You lose tonight. What makes you think for a second that that puta Gage is going to keep either of you employed?"
Julian yawned.
JULIAN CORTEZ "Best case scenario - you win. Zahra goes on a little vacation and then I nullify the contract with the other company."
Matthias didn't trust that. Viktor Swanssen was a lot more savvy than that.
MATTHIAS BLACK: "It's not that simple."
JULIAN CORTEZ "Mijo with me, everything's that simple. You just need to put your trust in me, like I've done with you. Don't worry about Zahra and where she's going. Either way, she has a job. You worry about keeping your place in So Cal."
Matthias just shook his head.
MATTHIAS BLACK: "You've opened a Pandora's box that can't be closed. Why the fuck would you work something out with them in the first place? How the fuck do I know I can trust you? We all saw what you did to Reigner."
JULIAN CORTEZ "What happened to Reigner happened because he failed me too many times. Amigo, you want to know how you can trust me? Look around. I gave you a job when no one else would -- you AND Zahra. I also put my stock in this company in you. That's why you can trust me. As far as Viktor goes? Don't worry about that. I have the situation under control."
CUT TO: INT. THE OFFICE OF JULIAN CORTEZ - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS What would normally be Julian Cortez’s office, tonight it was all up for grabs. So in the interest of fairness, both Gage Landon and Julian Cortez were in this office at the moment. Gage looked around, hands stuffed into the pockets of his khaki's, slowly pacing as he stared astonished by things. Julian looked rather unimpressed.
GAGE LANDON “Wow. Once I sold this place, I didn’t think I would be back.”
JULIAN CORTEZ “You’re not back yet, pendejo.”
GAGE LANDON “Ohh! But I could be! And you’re a ben...day…ho?”
Julian hung his head, sighing in frustration. Gage’s eyes find a contract laying on a cabinet in the corner. He removes his hands from his pockets, picking up the contract and reading it over.
GAGE LANDON “Lexi Sheckler and partner of her choice versus Aliyah Turner and..”
JULIAN CORTEZ “Tag team title match at Asylum Thirteen. Another one of the many things I have given this company.”
GAGE LANDON “Oh, you mean like a name tarnished by questionable practices and employee mistreatment? Tag titles? Is that such a good idea, I mean … there’s literally no teams in the company.”
Julian remained silent.
GAGE LANDON “How about instead of that, give Lexi and Aliyah title shots of their choice?... Yeah I like that idea better. Let’s do that.”
Julian picked his head up, eyes narrowed and began to reply - but that’s when Gage’s phone rang. He held up his hand to Julian and took his leave from the room.
JULIAN CORTEZ “..Son of a bitch has a point.”
CUT TO: INT. THE PARKING LOT AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS (introducing Christmas Abbott as Delaney Chamberlin, Zak Bagans as Ian Ridgeway, and Chris Weidman as Markis Steele)
A limo has pulled up to the front fan entrance and is parked at the curb. The fans that had been waiting to get inside the build had all stopped and were waiting to see who would step out. The first people out of the limo were not familiar to the Ultraviolent faithful. They were all extremely fit looking individuals - one woman and two men - and they were all dressed virtually the same. The two men wore dark sunglasses, dark Italian leather dress shoes that likely cost more than the actual mortgage on the Ultraviolent Complex, and a perfectly tailored dark suit. The woman was dressed like her male counterparts except her suit had a skirt and her shoes were black Louboutins. Her light-colored hair was pulled back into a neat bun. The three stood on either side of the limo and when the former Ultraviolent Champion Colton Carter stepped out, the fans let out a small cheer. Colton waved to the crowd before reaching a hand inside the vehicle and helping out his fiancee, the perfect Sayani Barhaspati. Once she was out, she turned to address the three mystery individuals.
SAYANI BARHASPATI: “We went through this already, but it bears repeating. No one and I repeat absolutely no one is to ever lay their hands on me. Delaney, you will be with me at all times regardless of what goes on tonight.”
The woman nodded.
SAYANI BARHASPATI: “Ian and Markis, you two will find the girl and bring her to me. If they want to play games, we will play. But we will play to win and give them something to take back to their boss.”
The two men nodded. Sayani turned to Colton.
SAYANI BARHASPATI: “As for you, are you going to attempt to track down your child tonight?”
Sayani didn’t bother to hide the disdain in her voice when she addressed her fiance. Colton raked a hand through his hair and sighed.
COLTON CARTER: “I honestly don’t know. I don’t see it going over well one way or the other. A fucking aspiring wrestler and of all companies, this one.”
Sayani flashed Colton a sarcastic smile.
SAYANI BARHASPATI: “Must want Daddy’s approval.”
COLTON CARTER: “Definitely not the way to go about it.”
Colton took Sayani’s hand and they started heading into the building. Their apparent security team followed right behind them.
CUT TO: INT. COOKIES ‘N CREAM STRIP CLUB - ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Across the street at the what used to the popular strip club, was a ‘For Sale’ sign. Apparently after buying the club, Richard Drake and Tommy had skipped town and never paid a single bill. Go figure. Orion had parked his car in the direction of the Ultraviolent Complex and he and Octavia Bloom were sitting on the hood of it. They had the perfect view of The Ultraviolent Complex.
ORION: “Shit, baby. They got friends tonight.”
OCTAVIA BLOOM: “The more, the merrier.”
She cracked her knuckles.
OCTAVIA BLOOM: “I’m going to make sure I talk to Colton Carter tonight and I don’t care who I have to go through in order to do it.”
Orion lit a joint, took a drag and passed it to Octavia. This time she declined because she wanted to keep a clear head.
ORION: “I seen that dude so many times. He got himself in some major fucking shit and was just begging ‘erryone for help. Dude squandered his own trust fund away but met that rich broad. Shit, it’s funny how small this world is.”
Octavia sighed.
OCTAVIA BLOOM: “I’ll never understand why you don’t tell us this shit. We’re on the same team.”
Orion shrugged.
ORION: “I say what Ares wants me to say. He didn’t want me to say that.”
Octavia didn’t reply.
CUT TO: INT. THE BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX CONTINUOUS VOICE (O.S.): “This. Is. Bullshit.”
The scene opened up to reveal “The Valkyrie” Hunter Moxley standing backstage by the entrance to the ring. Zahra Phoenix and Knox Dalton were standing with her, but Matthias Black was nowhere to be found. Inside the Complex, the national anthem of Sweden could be heard playing and Wilhelm and Tilda Fransson were in the ring.
HUNTER MOXLEY: “When the fuck has So-Cal ever had a goddam dark match and why am I the one competing in it?!”
Hunter was more angsty than usual. The fact she had nearly gotten her arm broken two weeks ago by Ashtyn Rave coupled with the fact Shade Stratton was still breathing just had the Amazonian blonde mad at the world. It didn't help that the two creepo siblings inside the ring were opponents she and Shade had faced together as a team.
KNOX DALTON: “A match is a match though, babe. You're getting to compete.”
Zahra looked at Knox like he was a total piece of shit and rolled her eyes.
ZAHRA PHOENIX: “You're actually stupid. Hunter just defeated this company’s so-called ‘queen’. She should be in some kind of title match. Not to mention, she's like injured.”
KNOX DALTON: “So that means she shouldn't compete at all?”
He phrased it like a question and Hunter felt like castrating him.
HUNTER MOXLEY: “Get the fuck away from us and go sit in the friends and family section.”
Zahra practically shooed the massive Knox Dalton away. He walked away without a fight, slapping Hunter on the backside as he left. Zahra had to practically tackle Hunter friend to keep her from destroying Knox.
ZAHRA PHOENIX: “He's definitely not worth it. Look, I know this sucks and I'm furious. Julian needs us like way more than we need him, and I'm clueless as to why he's trying to throw his weight around to us. But those two freaks out there are nothing. Just go out there and use them to prove a fucking point. That point being that Hunter Moxley is like the greatest fucking female to ever grace the squared circle. NO ONE plays games with Team Friendship, EVER.”
HUNTER MOXLEY: “I'm not happy about this.”
Before Zahra could reply, Hunter’s theme music blasted across the shitty little PA system. The emerald green eyes of The Valkyrie narrowed and without a word, she spun on her heels and stormed out towards the ring.
CUT TO: INT. THE FRIENDS AND FAMILY SECTION - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Knox Dalton made his way towards the So-Cal “Friends and Family” section. The fans were still filing into the building with the iPPV scheduled to start in about 30 or so minutes. The visitors of the So-Cal crew were few and far between at the moment as well. The massive man took a place in the back and smirked as he watched Hunter Moxley make her way out to the ring.
KNOX DALTON: “YEAH! GO HUNT!”
She hated being called “Hunt.” Knox watched as Hunter didn’t bother waiting for the bell to ring. She charged at Tilda Fransson and knocked the visiting wrestler into the corner. Wilhelm Fransson slammed into the back of Hunter, but all that did was anger The Valkyrie further. Knox clenched his fist as he watched his - well, who knew what the fuck they were - friend slowly turn around and narrow her emerald green eyes at Wilhelm.
KNOX DALTON: “DEPORT THAT FAG!”
Several of the newer students that worked out at The Plant turned around and glared at Knox. He paid them no attention. Hunter had Wilhelm grounded and was attempting to choke the life out of him.
CUT TO: When Hunter realized that Tilda was getting back to her feet, she let go of Wilhelm and kicked him out of the ring. Tilda came at her, swinging wildly. Hunter ducked the attempted offense and kneed Tilda in the gut. Tilda doubled over and Hunter slammed the other woman’s face into the mat with a basic bulldog. She flipped Tilda onto her back and went for the cover. Adriana Martinez dropped down to make the count but Wilhelm slipped back into the ring to break it up. Wilhelm didn’t just break up the count though. He dropped down and begin wailing on Hunter. The statuesque blonde quickly found herself double teamed as Tilda also got to her feet and began helping her brother beat down The Valkyrie.
CUT TO: INT. THE FAN RINGSIDE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Knox Dalton wasn’t the only one in the crowd watching Hunter Moxley take on the Fransson siblings. Shade Stratton had entered the Ultraviolent Complex and made his way to one of the back rows. He kept his eyes on the match going on inside the ring, but he also took in his surroundings. The Complex was a dump, but he saw the appeal in it. Even though the place wasn’t filled to capacity yet, everyone that was currently inside were already involved in the action. Shade noticed one giant of a man who was extremely involved in what was going on, and his curiosity was piqued. Not giving a shit that the section was marked “Friends and Family”, Shade made his way over to where the giant was standing.
CUT TO: INT. THE FRIENDS AND FAMILY SECTION - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Knox pumped his fist as Hunter was now fighting back against the Fransson siblings. Tilda was down on the mat, while Wilhelm was stuck in the corner. Hunter was using the ropes to extend her leg and choke Wilhelm out with her foot.
KNOX DALTON: “Thatta girl.”
Shade Stratton stepped up beside Knox and they weren't exactly shoulder-to-shoulder. When Knox glanced down at Shade, Shade gave him a nod.
SHADE STRATTON: “You know her?”
Shade was referring to Hunter, of course. Knox gave him a puzzled look.
KNOX DALTON: “That's my girlfriend.”
They weren't dating. Shade stifled a laugh.
SHADE STRATTON: “Interesting. She's a hell of a fucking wrestler.”
Both men watched as Hunter planted Wilhelm in the mat with an absolutely devastating spiked DDT. He was done for. Tilda had just gotten back into the ring and Hunter slammed her in the temple with her knee. Tilda was out but Hunter wasn't ready to cover her yet. Knox looked confused.
KNOX DALTON: “GO FOR THE COVER!”
SHADE STRATTON: “Nah. She's about to make sure Wilda never wrestles again.”
KNOX DALTON: “Wilda? Who's Wilda?”
SHADE STRATTON: “Wilda.”
Knox went to reply, but Hunter caught both of their attention. She had pulled Tilda into the ring apron and was setting her for what appeared to be a “Fuck You”, the finisher of Ashtyn Rave.
KNOX DALTON: “No way.”
CUT TO: BAM!
Tilda Fransson ate a face full of concrete as they landed on the ground. The move took a bit out of Hunter as well, but once she got back in the ring, she locked Wilhelm in the “Hunter’s Way.” He tapped out quickly and "March of Dolls" by Gabriel and the Apocalypse began to blast over the PA system. Adriana raised Hunter’s hand in victory. The Valkyrie could hear Knox’s obnoxious cheers loud and clear, and annoyed she whirled around in his direction. Hunter’s face drained of color when she saw who was standing beside Knox. When their eyes locked, Shade waved.
CUT TO: INT. THE FAN ENTRANCE - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Outside of the Ultraviolent Complex is Tara Jacobs. She is walking amongst the fans, microphone in hand. Several boxes have been set up as the fans move in line, heading into the actual arena part of the building. The opening match between Logan Traeger and Tanja Devereaux was designed to encourage the fans to get involved. Whatever weapons are found inside those boxes, are able to be used in the match. The cameras look inside each box and to say it’s a hodge podge of objects would be an understatement. There’s kitchen items, bathroom items, empty glass bottles and cans. There’s also several sketchy items as well. One box has a hand grenade, lighter fluid, a box of matches, an actual shotgun, and an axe.
TARA JACOBS: “Guys we are moments away from officially kicking off So-Cal World War! I’ve been with this company for awhile but I’ve never experienced an atmosphere quite like this. Tonight our founder Gage Landon has an opportunity to purchase his company back from Julian Cortez as long as Tiffany can get past Matthias Black in a scaffold match! So many of us were inside this same building just a few years ago when Joe Maccario tragically wrestled his last match. What’s going through his daughter’s head as she prepares for this nearly impossible match is anyone’s guess! But one thing’s for sure, the entire So-Cal nation is united, and standing behind her.”
The camera zooms out and Tara points at her T-shirt. She’s wearing an “I’m With Tiffany” support shirt. Tara bends down and starts rummaging through one of the boxes filled with weapons.
TARA JACOBS: “Tonight’s first match is a So-Cal favorite and as you guys at home can see, these boxes have filled up quickly. Logan Traeger and Tanja Devereaux have a lot to work with it seems. Is this an actual grenade? I don’t really think we can put this out there.”
CAMERAMAN (O.S.): “There’s a C-4 explosives match later on tonight. I don’t really think it matters at this point…”
Tara really couldn’t argue with that.
CUT TO: INTRO PACKAGE - NOW PLAYING: "Bite The Bullet" BY Vigil of War
- The video package starts with the chaos that ensued around the Television Championship briefcase. It ending up with Logan Traeger. Flash into a clip of Logan hitting the "Revelation" to pick up his victory. - Hype video footage of the debuting Tanja Devereaux - A little rivalry package between Zahra and Madison is shown. Every moment from their match that went to a no contest, to #TeamFriendship standing off against Madison and Tiffany. - Elena DeDraca winning the Television championship, mirrored with archived footage of Aaron Asphyxia's career. - More rivalry footage, this time of Frost and Damon Xalvador. The footage gets grim quickly, including the abuction of Laura Robertson. - Highlights of high points in the So Cal careers of Aliyah Turner, Ryker Rylee and Linc Coyne are shown in succession, including title wins for Aliyah and Linc. - The music comes to a dramatic slow down replaying the security footage of masked men attacking "Zowan" and kidnapping Rowan. - The chorus of the song cranks in again and now we have footage of Rumble Reyes and Paige being dominant, followed by archived footage of Zander Blackwood. - Shining moments in Reece Crosslin's career, mirrored by Finn Whelan's brightest moments in So Cal. Another dramatic slow down see's Samantha Baltimore falling, crashing through a table. The music is cranked back up again, showing Reece and Finn exchanging blows. - Finally the hype surrounding the Scaffold match. Of course, archived footage of Matthias Black versus Tiffany's father is shown. Fast forward to the present with Tiffany taking the fight to #TeamFriendship. Matthias Black dominating opponents, mirrored by Tiffany hitting her finisher on a couple as well.
"AND I WILL BITE THE BULLET. ALL YOUR AMMUNITION, I'LL WALK RIGHT INTO IT. EYE FOR AN EYE. YOU LED ME ROUND AND ROUND BUT YOU CAN'T BREAK ME DOWN.."
MATCH ONE: Fans Bring the Weapons Match - Logan Traeger Vs. Tanja Devereaux “My Spirit” by Lacuna Coil greets the ears of everyone inside The Ultraviolent Complex. Almost immediately, the fans begin to settle down in their seats. “The Bayou Bitch” Tanja Devereaux is the first competitor out. Tonight marks her first match in So-Cal Ultraviolent and the So-Cal Nation is definitely excited to see what she brings to the table. Two weeks ago at Asylum XII, Tanja’s opponent Logan Traegar made an impact by pinning Toma Knupp in the fatal fourway match he competed in. He had definitely shown something to the So-Cal universe. They’re solidly behind Tanja, hoping she can make a similar impression. Tanja stops along the way to check out a few of the boxes that volunteers have sat up around the ring. When she sees a leadpipe sticking out of one, a smile crosses her face. She withdraws her favorite weapon ever, gets in the ring, and waits for Logan Traeger to make his entrance. “Halo” by Soil starts playing and Sadie emerges from the backstage area. Logan’s vivacious agent/girlfriend waits until the superstar is beside her, before taking the briefcase containing Toma Knupp’s Television Championship shot from him.
Logan makes his way to the ring with Sadie in tow but unlike his opponent, he doesn’t bother to check out any of the weapons. Logan has enough confidence in his own abilities to get the job done without resorting to the use of weapons. Tanja points at him with the leadpipe and the match officially begins. Tanja wastes little time embracing the freedom So-Call allows its opponents. She slams the leadpipe in Logan’s gut and knocks him in the head with it. Logan hits the mat but has the presence of mind to roll outside the ring to try and regroup. Tanja follows him right out, landing beside another box. She dumps it out and pulls out a length of rope and screwdriver. She walks up to where Sadie is checking on Logan and quickly wraps the rope around Logan’s neck to choke him. A snarl from Tanja sends Sadie back-tracking and the NOLA-native uses the screwdriver to open up Logan’s forehead.
Blood drips down into the eyes of Logan Traeger and this is not going to be a wrestling match it seems. His hands feel around for something to latch on too. Eventually he gets his hands on a frying pan and he brings it up. It connects with Tanja’s forehead and she falls back, her grip on the rope loosening. Logan coughs and rubs his neck, checking out the damage. He knows he can’t really let up against such an experienced opponent, so Logan drops the frying pan and pulls both himself and Tanja up. He slams her off off the ring apron, kicks her in the stomach, and DDTs her right into the concrete. Even though So-Cal is so chill, pinfalls still have to take place inside the ring so Logan pushes Tanja back inside. After getting back inside himself, Logan is quick to lock Tanja in “The Sound of Silence.” Sadie slaps the apron, cheering on her man. Logan’s such a gifted athlete and honestly, she just enjoys watching him in action.
Tanja’s resilience is admirable because she’s not about to fade so quickly during her debut So-Cal match. She uses what’s left of her strength to force herself a little closer to the ropes, but even if she reaches them, Logan isn’t obligated to break the hold. Tanja does use her feet to push off the bottom ropes, trying to flip over Logan. It doesn’t quite work out how the Cajun planned, but Logan’s grip slips just enough. Tanja sinks her teeth down into Logan’s arm and he has no choice but to pull away. He’s also just pissed he got bit. Tanja gets to her feet, a smirk across her face. She charges Logan and catches him with a spear. It propels the Chicago resident back into the turnbuckles and Tanja catches Logan with a neat little roundhouse kick. Traegar falls back and Tanja quickly goes for her finisher, “Bayou St. John.”
Logan is pretty good at defending submissions, even though Tanja is a damn near expert at applying them. He slips out of the Indian Deathlock and rebounds back to his feet. Tanja is up just as quickly but Logan nearly takes her head off with a superkick to the jaw. Tanja falls back and Logan decides he’s going to go for the first pinfall of the match. He only gets a two count. Logan pulls Tanja up by her dark locks and sets her up for his “Revelation” finisher. Tanja drops down to her knees and out of desperation, brings her fist up between Logan’s legs. The crowd cringes as Traeger grabs himself and goes down to the mat. Tanja scrambles to the ring apron and reaches down, trying to grab something out of the closest weapon box to her. It’s the same side of the ring Sadie is on and the savvy businesswoman kicks the box of Tanja’s reach. Sadie just shrugs and retreats back, and since Tanja isn’t paying attention, she doesn’t see Logan getting back up.
She feels his presence though because Logan grabs two handfuls of black hair and rips The Bayou Bitch away from the edge of the ring. Logan picks her up and plants her firmly into the mat with a dragon suplex. He doesn’t go for the cover, but instead Logan pulls Tanja back up again and nails her with a facebreaker knee smash. He goes for the cover this time, and once again the result is the same. Logan only gets a two count. A tiny little bit of frustration started to set in for Logan as he once again got to his feet. Glancing around, he contemplated going for a weapon. It would appease the blood-thirsty crowd who were getting a little restless with the lack of actual weapon use. And it would put Tanja away for good, which is exactly what Logan wanted to do. Sadie catches his attention and shrugs. Logan knows she will back him up no matter what. He decides to grab a weapon.
While Logan is on the outside of the ring, Tanja is getting her head together inside of it. She spies Logan rummaging around for something to use, and with Sadie watching him that briefcase has been left unattended. Sadie had sat it in their corner right as the match began. Tanja quickly grabs that briefcase and shouts at Logan to turn around. When he does, Tanja charges him and slams the briefcase right into his face. Tanja follows it up with another blow to the face and she throws it to the outside, dropping down for the pin.
1..
2…
KICKOUT!
Logan Traeger barely gets his shoulder up and on the outside, Sadie lets out a huge sigh of relief!
Tanja returns to her feet, kicking the briefcase away. She squats down and waits for Logan to return to his feet. Once he does, she advances forward - kicking him in the stomach and slipping behind him. She pulled him back, looking for the rolling cutter she calls, “BAYOU SEARCH” but Sadie jumps onto the apron, distracting her. Tanja releases Logan and marches up to the ropes. She and Sadie begin to have a war of words, which allows Logan to grab the briefcase that Tanja kicked away, before returning to his feet. Tanja finally has enough to Sadie, and turns around..
BAM!
Briefcase to the stomach, followed by a briefcase shot to the back after she doubled over. Logan tosses his briefcase to Sadie, before bending down and deadlifting Tanja into… and then successfully hitting the “REVELATION”! He turned her over onto his back, and covered her.
1.. 2.. 3!
Winner: Logan Traeger
CUT TO: TAPED EARLIER IN THE WEEK INT. THE APARTMENT OF ASHTYN RAVE AND MAXIMILLION CARTWRIGHT - CONTINUOUS The scene faded in to see Tara Jacobs sitting on the couch with Ashtyn Rave. Ashtyn’s injured limb is wrapped in a black knee brace and is propped up on a black and white pillow. Crutches rest beside the couch, and the Queen of California looked remarkably well considering the hell she suffered at the hands of Matthias Black, Hunter Moxley, and Zahra Phoenix.
TARA JACOBS: “Ashtyn, thank you for allowing us into your home. First of all, can you tell the So-Cal Universe about the extent of your injuries.”
Ashtyn rolled her eyes. Even injured, she still wasn’t interested in giving interviews but here she was.
ASHTYN RAVE: “Basically, I’ve suffered a complete patellar tendon rupture. Which really is a ruptured and dislocated kneecap.”
TARA JACOBS: “That’s horrible..”
ASHTYN RAVE: “Obviously. Yes, I’ve already had surgery and started physical therapy before you even bother to fucking ask.”
TARA JACOBS: “Have your doctors given you a timetable on when and if you can return?”
ASHTYN RAVE (shrugging): “Nine months? Twelve months? It’s a slow process but I will say this. Every medical professional that’s taken their time to look over this injury have said the same thing; I will make a full recovery. And when I do, mark my words. I will be back in that fucking So-Cal ring. Moxley, Black, and Phoenix, this is far from over. I can’t fucking walk, but I can still see and I will be watching So-Cal World War come Tuesday night. I truly hope that by some stroke of God or whoever the hell that Tiffany can find a way to win because it will be the best thing that can happen for the three of you. If any of you are still on the roster by the time I make my return, believe me I will make sure that your careers end. And that stupid, fat piece of shit Rumble Reyes isn’t the only person to kill someone inside the ring.”
Tara smiled brightly.
TARA JACOBS: “Oh behalf of everyone in So-Cal, I wish you a speedy recovery.”
ASHTYN RAVE: “Yeah fuck you too.”
CUT TO: INT. THE PARKING LOT AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINOUS Lindsay Pierce, Laine Pierce, AJ Cross, and Elias Barnes are all standing around. None of them have made their way inside the building just yet because quite frankly, the only match that means something to them is the main event featuring Tiffany against Matthias Black. Lindsay is wearing one of the ’I’m With Tiffany’ t-shirts that had been making the rounds.
LINDSAY PIERCE: “Well, this is it guys…”
LAINE PIERCE: “Regardless of what happens tonight, we’ve done everything we can do. Tiffany stepped up and placed herself in an almost impossible situation, and who knows?”
LINDSAY PIERCE: “We’ve seen the impossible happen in this place time and time again.”
ELIAS BARNES: “I just wish I would have figured out sooner that that mother fucker was shady.”
Elias was referring to Alix Stavros, the lone member of the original staff that had remained on Julian Cortez’s payroll.
LINDSAY PIERCE: “Gage will deal with him in due time.”
AJ CROSS: “Stavros never could resist the bleached blond-heavy perfume-cigarette type.”
LAINE PIERCE: “Like your ex-wife?”
Laine still hadn’t come around to the fact his only child was dating a man twice her age, and took shots whenever he could. Lindsay rolled her eyes.
LINDSAY PIERCE: “Lets not, okay Dad?”
ELIAS BARNES: “With all due respect Laine, I agree. Tonight could very well be the last night we stand in this parking lot.”
LINDSAY PIERCE: “But it won’t be.”
AJ CROSS: “Tiffany has Joe’s fighting spirit.”
LINDSAY PIERCE: “And Tiffany has each and every one of us.”
CUT TO: INT. THE FRIENDS AND FAMILY SECTION - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINOUS Gage Landon makes his way through the F&F section to take in his first match of the night. Zahra Phoenix versus Madison Tempest was about to take place, and he wanted to make sure that he didn’t miss what would hopefully be Zahra getting her ass handed to her. Along the way, Gage stops to shake hands and make small talk, but as soon as Zahra’s theme music begins to play, Gage hurries to his seat.
MATCH TWO: Leather Strap Match - Zahra Phoenix Vs. Madison Tempest “Bad Mother Fucker” by Machine Gunn Kelly (<3 <3 <3) hits the horrible PA system and almost immediately, the crowd begins to jeer. Amongst those letting out their feelings is the adorable Gage Landon. The amount of hatred he has for Zahra Phoenix is adorable because he’s standing on the barricades of the F&F section, thumbs down and screaming. The Queen of Wrestling takes her time before appearing from behind the curtain. Zahra saunters out sans Matthias, but despite that she seems full of it. She’s carrying the leather strap that is going to be used in the match with her. As Zahra passes Gage Landon, she snaps the strap in front of his face causing him to step down and back up. A laugh escapes Zahra’s beautiful lips and she gets inside the ring. She slaps the mat with the leather strap a few times before passing it off to Henry Washington, the referee for the match. Henry attaches one end of the strap to Zahra’s perfect wrist and “Bad Mother Fucker” is replaced by “Dead Inside” by Muse.
The colorful-haired vixen Madison Tempest walks out and she’s instantly greeted with a mixed reaction. Things have definitely not gone Madison’s way since arriving in So-Cal Ultraviolent but tonight she has a chance to get a little retribution against the woman who spoiled both of her matches so far. Madison points at Zahra and verbally begins to berate the self-proclaimed Queen. Zahra literally just rolls her eyes. Madison slides inside the ring and the verbal attack continues while Henry attaches Madison’s wrist to the other end of the strap. Both women test the slack of the strap, but once the bell rings they get down to business. Each of them grip the strap and begin to jockey for the power position, eventually meeting in the middle. Madison spits right in Zahra’s face before slamming her fist into the Rhode Island native’s face. Zahra tumbles to the mat and Madison folds the strap, ready to beat Zahra bloody.
Zahra rolls out of the ring but really, where can she go?
Madison yanks the straps and Zahra collides with the ring apron. Madison glances at the turnbuckle, almost willing to test the strap and see if there’s enough slack for her jump off, but decides to just get out of the ring instead. She grabs a handful of purple hair and runs Zahra head-first into the ring steps. Taking the strap, Madison begins whipping Zahra without mercy. Zahra’s screams echo throughout the Ultraviolent Complex and the fans are totally here for it. Several of the weapons left over from the previous match against Tanja/Logan are still strewn about. Madison takes the strap and secures it tightly around Zahra’s throat while grabbing a long-handled bath brush with her free hand. Madison slams the brush against the ring-steps, trying to break it in half. She’s not the strongest competitor in So-Cal, so this proves to be unsuccessful. She unwraps the strap from around Zahra’s neck and replaces it with the handle of the bath brush. The wooden handle is a lot worse than the strap, and to apply even more pressure Madison shoves her knee in the small of Zahra’s back. Once Madison releases the choke, she uses her knee to slam Zahra face first into the concrete floor.
The match had moved back into the ring and Madison was in the process of touching the second turnbuckle. It was a traditional strap match in that regard; in order to win a competitor had to touch all four turnbuckles. However, Zahra was starting to come around and as Madison dragged her towards the third turnbuckle, Zahra gripped the strap and jerked Madison down to the mat. Angry, Madison quickly scrambled to her feet and went to level Zahra with a vicious kick to the ribs. But Zahra rolled to the outside and she didn’t give Madison a choice but to follow suit. Both women struggled for control of the strap but this time it was Zahra who jerked it as hard as she could, sending Madison tumbling forward. Zahra caught Madison with an elbow to the face and followed it up with a clothesline that sent Madison on her back. Zahra mounted the other woman and started slamming the back of Madison’s head into the mat. Madison is unable to fight the Phoenix off at this time because a proverbial fire has been lit under Zahra. Zahra places her knees on Madison’s arms so Maddie can’t escape and she takes great delight in trash-talking the other girl.
Madison’s piss-and-vinegar attitude allows her to go right back at Zahra despite the fact she’s the one being controlled at the moment. Zahra grips Madison by the face and squeezes hard, berating her and calling her a cunt. There’s literally nothing between these two women but pure hate and Zahra emphasizes her lack of regard for Madison by slapping the girl in the face several times. The only thing Zahra can do is think about humiliating Maddie, and she wraps the strap around Madison’s neck and drags her to the center of the ring. Cleverly using the strap to bind Madison’s hands together, Zahra flips the Tempest over so she’s on her stomach. With a smirk etched across her face, Zahra places her foot on the small of Madison’s back and pulls the helpless wrestler’s tights up as far as they can go. Yes, she totally wedgied her. The perverts in the crowd rejoice and Zahra folds the strap up. She begins whipping the exposed part of Madison’s ass. Madison is literally fuming and Zahra replies by happily stomping Maddie’s face into the mat. She slaps her with the strap one more time before grabbing her by the hair and sauntering over to the turnbuckle.
Zahra is completely feeling herself at this point and she’s purposely gone to the turnbuckle closest to Gage. Before she slaps her hand down on it, the purple-haired goddess blows a kiss to her former boss. Zahra winks at the camera as she takes her time kicking and dragging Madison over to turnbuckle number two. Zahra takes a moment to pose for the fans sitting in front of it, and none of them are happy about it whatsoever. She gets the finger from most of them, and ducks as another one tosses almost a full can of beer into the ring. It lands at her feet and before heading towards turnbuckle number three, Zahra bends down to retrieve the offensive beverage. She turns her nose up at the cheap PBR and turns the can upside down. The contents pour down on Madison and Zahra laughs hysterically. Instead of going for turnbuckle number three, Zahra drops down beside Madison. She jerks Madison head back and says something to her and when Madison plain as fucking day screams “eat shit and die”, Zahra shakes her head. Madison receives another slap across her face.
“Mad Maddie” is nearly at her breaking point and with no other options, she rakes Zahra across the face. Zahra stumbles back and lets go, grabbing at her face. Madison quickly puts some distance between the two women, and waits for Zahra to come at her. Zahra allows herself a few precious seconds to recover and when she does, she does go right for Madison. Madison has folded the strap up and she whips it right across Zahra’s face. Zahra lets out a cry, the sting of the shot feeling like a lash of fire across her face. Actual tears have filled her eyes. That definitely rattled the “queen” and Madison pulled herself up. She quickly hit the turnbuckle and rushes towards the second, Zahra not making a move to stop her. Madison has touched it and makes it to the third. Right as her hand goes down, Zahra finally lifts her head. She has a horrendous looking welt across her face. Seeing Madison getting close to the fourth and final turnbuckle, Zahra summons all her strength and pulls. Madison stumbles back but she wants to end this match now. Zahra shakes her head and screams “no!”. She tugs even harder and Madison finds herself just inches away from touching the turnbuckle. Zahra wraps the strap around her arms and jerks it with all her might, right as Madison dives towards the turnbuckle.
She misses.
The crowd is PISSED. Madison had literally come within inches of hitting that fourth and final turnbuckle, and picking up a victory over Zahra Phoenix.
Knowing that this is her chance to end the match, Zahra is all over Madison. She quickly grabs the colorful Tempest and locks her in a modified version of a triangle choke. There are no submissions in a strap match, duh, but unless Zahra just completely chokes out Madison or kills her, it’s the only way for her to win. Zahra clings to her triangle choke for dear life and Madison does her best to try and withstand the punishment. As tough and as feisty as Madison is, she doesn’t prevail. With Madison out, Zahra releases the choke and slowly gets to her feet. There’s enough length of the strap where she can hit the first turnbuckle, but in order to make it to the other three, she has to pull the dead weight of Madison Tempest along with her. Wrapping Madison’s hands tightly with the strap, Zahra begins to drag her over towards the second turnbuckle.
2.
In the crowd, Gage is unable to watch the rest of the match. He gets up from his chair and starts making his way through the F&F section. Zahra pulls Madison towards the third turnbuckle and slaps her hand down on it.
3.
Zahra turns around to check on Madison and sure enough, Madison is stirring. Unfortunately for Madison, it’s too late. Zahra rushes towards the fourth and final turnbuckle and with a smirk on her face, slaps her hand down on it. Henry Washington calls for the bell and the crowd erupts with a hateful reaction.
Winner: Zahra Phoenix
CUT TO: INT. THE FRIENDS AND FAMILY SECTION - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Trent Bishop, Capri Alatorre, and several of the other students from The Plant have been watching So-Cal World War from the F&F section. Capri and Trent were sat towards the back, DL and 2-Pang with them (unfortunately). Capri is glued to her phone while the three guys are making small talk. After a moment, the brunette lifts her head, a bright smile across her face.
CAPRI ALATORRE: “I have a match at Asylum 13!”
TRENT BISHOP: “That’s awesome! Congratulations.”
Capri was practically beaming. She wrapped her arms around 2-Pang’s neck and gave him a kiss.
CAPRI ALATORRE: “I’m pumped! I can’t wait to get inside the ring.”
2-Pang smoothed Capri’s dark hair off her forehead and gave her a smile.
2-PANG: “Just don’t fuckin’ cry to me when one of those bitches ends up smashing ya’ face in. I a’int gunna listen but I’m tellin’ ya, it’s gunna be a shitshow.”
All the light in Capri’s eyes vanished and so did her beautiful smile. She stepped back from her asshole of a boyfriend.
CAPRI ALATORRE: “I can hold my own.”
2-Pang exchanged looks with DL, and laughed.
2-PANG: “Ye, ye. You five foot nothin’ and the weight you gained won’t make you any stronger, babe. Those bitches just beat the fuck out of each other. You fuckin’ cried the other night when I gripped you by the arm.”
Capri bit down on her bottom lip.
CAPRI ALATORRE: “You were mad and you were hurting me.”
TRENT BISHOP: “Whoa. Wait a second..”
Trent did not appreciate the direction this conversation was going.
2-PANG: “Mind your own business, bro.”
Trent went to say something back to 2-Pang, but DL stepped between them.
DL: “Yo, cuz. Back off. That’s his girl and he can do whatever the fuck he wants. You know how this shit works.”
CAPRI ALATORRE: “It’s fine, Trent. Really.”
Capri knew it was best to remove herself from the situation. The excitement over her upcoming in-ring debut had been completely killed.
CAPRI ALATORRE: “Anyone want anything from the concession stand?”
Trent had pulled DL to the side and the two were having a pretty heated discussion. They didn’t hear Capri. 2-Pang leaned down close to her ear.
2-PANG: “Watch what chu say, baby. I’ll do more than just grab you by the arm next time.”
Capri pushed past him, her heart racing. She didn’t bother to reply when he screamed “get me a Sprite.” Her emotions were all over the place at the moment and she didn’t see someone step directly into her path. She was also digging in her wallet, looking for money. When she collided with the person, Capri’s wallet and phone hit the ground.
CAPRI ALATORRE: “I am so sorry!”
Merrick Myles flashed a charming smile at the tiny brunette and bent down to retrieve her phone and wallet. Capri was unaware that her driver’s license had fallen out, but Merrick had seen it. He placed his foot over it, bent back up, and handed Capri her things. She looked grateful.
MERRICK MYLES: “My fault, miss. I wasn’t watching where I was stepping either.”
CAPRI ALATORRE: “It was definitely my fault, but thank you for saying that.”
MERRICK MYLES: “Bad night?”
Capri was unsure of how to reply. Merrick took the hint. He tipped his fedora at Capri and flashed her that smile of his again.
MERRICK MYLES: “I hope it gets better for you, miss.”
Capri murmured her thanks and walked off. Once she was gone, Merrick bent down and picked up her license. A smirk crossed his face as he placed it in his pocket and headed off.
CUT TO: INT. THE BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Matthias Black stood by himself, waiting for Zahra Phoenix to arrive backstage after her match. Hunter Moxley had left the Complex not to long after her match, saying something about being sick. As soon as Zahra walked through the curtains, an actual smile touched Matthias’ face. Zahra’s face completely lit up when she saw her love and she rushed into his arms. Matthias scooped her up and Zahra wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her lip to his.
MATTHIAS BLACK: “You did amazing.”
Zahra buried her injured face against his neck, just enjoying the feeling of his body against hers. After a moment, Matthias patted her backside and sat Zahra on the ground. The Rhode Islander slipped her arms around Matthias’ waist and looked up at him with bright eyes.
ZAHRA PHOENIX: “Thanks for staying backstage, baby. Sometimes you just have to prove a point.”
Matthias traced his thumb over the welt that had formed on Zahra’s delicate face thanks to the shot Madison had given her with the strap. He hated it.
MATTHIAS BLACK: “The only thing I ask in return is that you stay put back here during mine.”
Zahra didn’t like that.
ZAHRA PHOENIX: “But Matt, I have to be out there.”
MATTHIAS BLACK: “No buts, Z.”
Zahra sighed, but didn’t argue. Instead, she placed her head against Matthias’ chest and closed her eyes. He tightened his arms around the small of her back and Zahra bit down on her bottom lip. How many more stolen moments like this would they be able to have?
MATCH THREE: Bloody Massacre Match - Elena DeDraca Vs. Aaron Asphyxia SAVANNAH HARPER: “The following contest is a ‘Bloody Massacre Match’!”
The crowd inside the Ultraviolent Complex erupted. There had only been one other Bloody Massacre Match in So-Cal history and during that match Maximillion Cartwright had nearly sliced Bradley Osbourne’s face to pieces to win the Trans-Pacific Championship.
SAVANNAH HARPER: “In order to legally pin a person and win this match, you have to make them bleed first!”
The lights in the building go dark and a single white light illuminates the stage as an eerie instrumental intro begins to play. The fans turn on their cellphone flashes and the SCUV Television Champion emerges from the back. She pauses on stage and holds her title high in the air as the lights slowly come back on. The instrumental intro fades out and is replaced by “Talk Sick” by Orgy. The British Raven, Elena DeDraca, begins making her way down the ring.
SAVANNAH HARPER: “Introducing first, from New York, New York, she's the So-Cal Ultraviolent Television Champion…. ELENA DEDRACA!”
Elena climbs into the ring and holds up her title. Her eyes scan the crowd and land in the “friends and family” section.
CUT TO: INT. THE FRIENDS AND FAMILY SECTION - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Margaret stands in the ‘front row’ of the friends and family section, hands clenched together held up to her chest as she smiles, watching Elena walk down the walkway. She lets out a scream of approval for her daughter, watching the reigning Television champion climb into the ring, and pose on the turnbuckle with her championship.
CUT TO: "Psalm Bitch" by Death Valley High begins to play across the PA system, and the crowd continues to cheer. They're intelligent wrestling fans and they know exactly what Aaron Asphyxia is about to bring to the table in this match. “The Transglobal Spectacle” makes her way onto the stage, despite doctors and Finn’s wishes. She has a head injury that has permitted doctors from clearing her. But guess who signed off on the match and doesn’t give a shit about Aaron’s well being, after she no showed on his promotion in Mexico? That’s right, Julian Cortez. She pauses, soaking up the atmosphere of the crowd. Aaron smirks and raises her hands up, flashing both sets of knuckles to the crowd. Knowing the stipulation of the match, she's slipped brass knuckles on each hand. Her eyes lock with Elena’s and Aaron begins striding towards the ring with a purpose.
SAVANNAH HARPER: “And her opponent…. from Colorado Springs, Colorado, she is ‘The Transglobal Spectacle’, AARON ASPHYXIA!”
There was obvious tension in the air as Aaron climbed in the ring. Both competitors felt it. Referee Adriana Martinez felt it. All the fans inside the building felt it. This match was going to be a bloodbath and before the night was over, one of these two women were going to be left broken and defeated right in the middle of the ring.
The bell rang.
Elena was the first to strike. She drove Aaron into the corner and began slamming her shoulder into the smaller woman’s gut over and over again. Aaron was soon doubled over and Elena nearly took her head off with a vicious upper-cut. She grabbed a handful of Aaron’s vibrant locks and drove her down into the mat. That’s when Elena slipped out of the ring and went off in search of a weapon. That allowed Aaron to collect her bearings after a quick start for the champ. She sat up and checked to make sure she wasn’t bleeding (highly unlikely given the fact the match literally just started) and adjusted both sets of brass knuckles on her hands. When Elena returned to the ring with a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, Aaron was back to her feet.
Elena swung wildly with the bat hoping to connect with some part of Aaron’s body, but the extremely agile Asphyxia jumps out of the way. Aaron ends up hitting the ropes and the momentum propels her towards Elena. She flips over another swing of the bat, hits the opposite side of the ropes, and when Aaron returns to the center of the ring, Elena finds herself on the receiving end of a standing-flipping “O-Face” (which is apparently possible when you’re 4’10” and can literally do anything, okay). Aaron immediately wraps Elena in a tight sleeper-hold and begins punching her husband(?)’s bestie in the head with her knux.
Six solid punches later, Elena is officially bleeding and can now be legally pinned.
Satisfied with the damage done, Aaron snatches Elena up by her dark locks and tosses her out of the ring. The Television Champ hits the ground with a thud and Aaron picks up Elena’s barbed-wire baseball bat. She twirls it with her expert hands before slipping out of the ring and sauntering over towards Elena.
CUT TO: INT. BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Finn Whelan stands next to a monitor in the back, watching what is going on while he wraps tape around his wrists. Finn has an invested interest in this match. His wife and his sister are competing against one another, and of course he doesn’t want this to happen, but it is. So, he watches closely..
CUT TO: Aaron has her foot across Elena’s throat and is driving the edge of the bat into the already open wound of DeDraca. Elena is in bad shape at the moment, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. Everyone knows that it’s going to take a hell of a lot more to take out Elena and when Elena grabs the bat by the barbs, no one is surprised. Despite the fact it cuts up her own hands, Elena uses her strength advantage to wrestle the bat away from Aaron. Once Elena gets it back in her injured hands, she grabs it by the handle and takes a jab at Aaron. Aaron manages to avoid it and dashes around the ring. Elena wipes the blood that is dripping into her eyes and gets to her feet. Aaron has grabbed a trashcan from underneath the ring and is making her way back to Elena. She tries to nail Aaron in the face with it, but Elena slams the bat into the trashcan. The momentum knocks Aaron off of her feet and Elena raises the bat high above her head. As she brings it down, Aaron grabs the trashcan and uses it as a shield. She doesn’t take the full force of the blow and Elena isn’t deterred. She kicks and stomps away at Aaron’s hands and ends up prying those brass knuckles right off. She pulls Aaron up to her feet and walks them both over to the steel ring-steps.
Aaron plants her foot on the steps as Elena attempts to bash her head into them. Elena violently kicks Aaron in the back of the knee and successfully makes her eat a face full of steel. Elena is still carrying her baseball bat and positions Aaron back against the ring post. The Pale Queen decides she’s literally going to crush Aaron’s face and swings her baseball bat with all her might. When the bat connects with the steel, Elena is forced to drop the bat. The force of the blow coupled with her injured hands is a lot. Aaron dropped to her knees and before Elena can react, Aaron nails her foe with a shot to the vag. It wasn’t the classiest move but desperate times, you know?
Elena falls down beside Aaron, and the smaller woman quickly mounts her. She begins wailing away on Elena and at one point, digs her fingers into that open wound. Eventually, Elena does kick Aaron off of her, but Asphyxia is relentless. As Elena absorbs a healthy dose of punishment, she reaches for the barbed wire bat. This time when she swings it, it connects with the side of Aaron’s face. Aaron immediately falls to the side and she’s checking for blood. Elena has finally struck.
Aaron Asphyxia can now legally be pinned.
Elena unwraps some of the wire from around the bat and quickly wraps it around Aaron’s neck. The barbs dig into Aaron’s delicate flesh and blood begins to trickle out of several wounds that are now on her neck. Elena tightens the barbed wire and pulls Aaron up with it. Ignoring the screaming pain in her hands, Elena unravels the rest of it from the bat, wraps it around Aaron’s face and head and throws her right into the ring steps.
“HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT.”
CUT TO: Margaret in the Family and Friends section has a look of horror on her face as she watches her daughter mercilessly slam Aaron into the steps. She screams at Elena, “JUST FINISH THIS, ELENA!”
CUT TO: Elena has pulled Aaron into the ring, the blue-haired beauty now wearing a crimson mask. The British Raven whips Aaron into the ropes but somehow Aaron manages to duck a clothesline. She stops her momentum and Elena comes charging, but Aaron gets her foot up. She’s hanging onto the ropes for dear life, but with Elena down for the moment, Aaron is able to start prying the barbed wire out of her skin. Once it’s removed, she turns around to face her opponent, Elena has returned to her feet and has charged toward Aaron again. Aaron takes a step away from the ropes to meet her foe, but Elena comes in and jumps up, performing a headscissors. But instead of whipping Aaron down to the mat, she locks in the “FIST OF HYDRA”!
Aaron, despite the fact she’s bloody and has taken a lot of impact to the head tonight, stands. She doesn’t drop automatically, and that’s heart. Though, she would eventually drop to her knees. Elena still has the submission wrenched in tightly, and refuses to let go. Aaron refuses, as well, to tap out. The look on her face is one of excruciating pain, but Aaron is resilient. She drops down further, though, now laying on the mat. Still trying to fight out of it. Elena throws her head back, pulling back tighter until she see’s something out of the corner of her eye. That something was…
Kei Hideshima.
He slinks around the ring, crowbar in hand and eyes on Aaron in the ring. Elena’s grip loosens a little bit, and then completely. She stands up, watching him circle. Moving closer to the ropes, she yells down at him. “What do you want? Get out of here!”. Her words fall upon deaf ears, though. Elena turned to look over her shoulder, and that was when Kei slid into the ring. He was to his feet quickly, and the second Elena turned back to his direction..
BAM!
She gets the crowbar to the head! Elena hits the mat hard. Blood instantly beginning to flow down her face from an open cut. Kei then turned his attention to Aaron. As resilient as ever, she was beginning to push herself up to her hands and knees when Kei comes out of nowhere and cracks her in the head with the crowbar. One fatal blow. That’s all it took for Aaron to collapse to the canvas. Blood pooling around her head.
Kei smirks, bringing the crowbar up to his own head nonchalantly, using the forked end to scratch his head for a second before slipping back out of the ring and into the crowd where he came from.
It took a couple of moments before Elena began to come to, and when she did she moved over to the still unconscious Aaron, beginning to check on her. Finn Whelan also comes rushing down the walkway, sliding into the ring, and holding his wife close. It wasn’t long after that, that the medical team rushed down to the ring as well - all of them now tending to Aaron.
CUT TO: INT. THE OFFICE OF JULIAN CORTEZ - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS JULIAN CORTEZ: “It’s a good opportunity for you amigo.”
Julian sat behind his desk, looking very business-like. Across from him sat Philip Corvington III and the former Trans-Pacific Champion, Gunnar Erikssen.
PHILIP CORVINGTON III: “So you’re telling me that for the next six months Gunnar will be wrestling for Svensk Wrestling Syd out of Sweden? That all of his expenses will be paid and he will be given a title shot as soon as he steps foot inside the ring?”
JULIAN CORTEZ (nodding): “Si. It’s all in the contract. Viktor Swanssen is looking for a solid, dependable main-event type to build his show around. Their champion Sawyer Foxx is currently out due to some horrific attack.”
PHILIP CORVINGTON III: “So-Cal Ultraviolent is the only company Gunnar has ever known.”
GUNNAR ERIKSSEN: “I go.”
Philip looked startled.
PHILIP CORVINGTON III: “You want to go?!”
Gunnar shrugged.
GUNNAR ERIKSSEN: “Nothing here for me.”
JULIAN CORTEZ: “And the contract is cross-promotional. Gunnar will still be able to compete for So-Cal whenever the schedule for SWS allows.”
PHILIP CORVINGTON III: “You really want to go to Sweden?”
Again, Gunnar shrugged.
GUNNAR ERIKSSEN: “Why not? Is free trip.”
JULIAN CORTEZ: “Then sign the contract, amigo. You will leave immediately after Asylum 13.”
CUT TO: INT. THE BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS VOICE (O.S.): “I fucking hate this. I really just fucking hate it all.”
Madison Tempest had come up short yet again and she was understandably frustrated. She was standing with her boyfriend Braxton Thane, and his arms were wrapped around her in a comforting manner.
BRAXTON THANE: “You did great out there, though. Your time is coming, Maddie.”
Madison pulled away.
MADISON TEMPEST: “My time should be now. You don’t understand. I’m not a loser and I’m fucking sick and tired of coming up short. I had her. I fucking had that stupid little hoebag and I just had to touch those four turnbuckles.”
Madison’s voice was full of disappointment and bitterness, and Braxton tightened his grip and pulled his girlfriend closer, giving her a kiss on the forehead.
BRAXTON THANE: “Well there’s no reason for either of us to be here anymore. Let’s get out of here and go have a late dinner.”
Madison sighed and pulled away from Braxton. He picked up Madison’s bag and the two went to leave the Complex. As they went to head the back entrance, two incredibly unwanted visitors stepped in their path.
VOICE: “What an absolutely AMAZING performance out there tonight, Madison.”
Logan Traegar’s voice was full of pure sarcasm. Beside him stood Sadie, briefcase in hand. Immediately Madison tensed, and Braxton placed a hand on her back to calm her.
MADISON TEMPEST: “You can literally go fuck yourself.”
Logan chuckled.
LOGAN TRAEGAR: “I guess I will. All the way to Asylum 13 where I’ll be facing Elena DeDraca for the Television Championship.”
Sadie smirked at Madison and dropped the briefcase with the Television Championship shot down at the other girl’s feet. Logan placed his hands in the pockets of his dress slacks.
LOGAN TRAEGAR: “See what happens when you actually win a match or two?”
Logan and Sadie exchanged smiles and brushed past Madison and Braxton. Needless to say, Madison was shocked. Her face was flushed and her fists clenched down at her side. She turned and looked up at Braxton.
MADISON TEMPEST: “They gave him a title shot!”
BRAXTON THANE: “Madison, yours is coming…”
But Madison didn’t want to hear it. She picked up the briefcase containing the Television Championship title shot and hurled it down the hallway towards Logan and Sadie. They had already disappeared. Madison spun on her heels and stormed out of the Ultraviolent Complex. Braxton shook his head, glared in the direction Logan and Sadie had went in, and then walked out the door to find his girlfriend.
MATCH FOUR: So-Cal Deathmatch - Frost Vs. Damon Xalvador “Under The Lotus” by Dark Lotus begins to play on the shitty little PA system inside the Ultraviolent Complex. It had taken a little while for the volunteers to erect the So-Cal Death Match structure, but it was up. Luckily the Ultraviolent faithful were a patient lot and when Frost began to make his way down to the ring solo, they greeted the monster of a man with a mixed reaction. Truth be told, Frost gave no fucks how the crowd reacted to him. He was just ready to get inside that ring and rip Damon Xalvador limb from limb.
But of course, Frost didn’t make it to the ring. From behind comes Damon Xalvador and he’s wielding a sledgehammer. He slams Frost in the back with it and the large athlete crumbles to the ground. Damon is all over Frost and pummels him with punches and forearm shots to the back of the head and neck. Grabbing the sledgehammer, he shoves it under Frost’s throat and begins choking the life out of him. It was a brutal sneak attack but honestly, there’s a bad history between these two men. Damon releases Frost from the choke and stomps on the back of Frost’s head. He jerks Frost up and tosses him into the crowd. Immediately the fans begin to scatter to give these men their space. Damon grabs a chair and looks to slam it into Frost. By this point, the former multi-time champion has gotten himself together enough to realize that this is going to be a pure fight, and he rolls out of the way of the chair shot. The chair hits the concrete, but Damon doesn’t let that stop him. He begins kicking Frost in the ribs while the big man slowly gets back up to his feet. Again, Damon swings the chair and looks to connect with the head of Frost, but Frost brushes it off. He rips the chair from Damon’s hands and swings wildly.
CRACK!
Frost nails Damon in the side of the head with the chair.
Frost drops the chair, grabs Damon by the hair, and tosses him through the crowd. With a sadistic look on his face, Frost removes a metal spike from his boot and holds it up in the air. It’s the same one Alicia Frost used on Damon weeks ago and it’s still stained with his blood. The crowd is all for this. Frost rushes Damon, spike positioned properly to inflict some serious damage. Damon doesn’t even see it coming. When Frost stabs Damon in the back - right between the shoulder blades - Damon’s screams echo throughout the Ultraviolent Complex. Frost heartlessly pulls the spike out of Damon’s back and shoves it in Damon’s face. He’s gripping Damon’s hair tightly in his hands. “FUCK YOU, MOTHER FUCKER.” Frost shoves the blood covered spike in Damon’s mouth, forcing him to taste the blood and metal. Damon begins to choke and Frost laughs hysterically.
Damon manages to land a few shots to the gut of Frost, but at least Frost removes the spike from Damon’s mouth. Damon is coughing up blood and ends up getting hit with a huge right hand. Blood is pouring from the wound in his back. He’s in rough shape. Frost sticks the spike back in his boot and forces Damon to his feet. The two men begin exchanging punches, but at the moment Damon’s are weakened. Like he did kind of get stabbed in the back and have a spike shoved down his throat. The two fight towards the front entrance of the building and Frost shoves Damon head first through the door.
Damon stumbles out into the parking lot and Frost follows him. There are stray fans who weren’t able to get into the building standing around. They erupt in cheers when they realize they are getting an opportunity to see one of the matches on the card live. Frost surveys the scene and sees a trash can. He boots Damon in the face and then heads to retrieve the weapon. The very brief reprieve allows Damon an opportunity to reach into his own boot. He doesn’t pull out a spike, but he does have a box cutter. It’s no holds barred so why not, right?
Damon is waiting when Frost comes back with that trashcan. As Frost raises it above his head, Damon finds the strength to rise up and sink the blade of the cutter into Frost’s gut. The trashcan tumbles from Frost’s hands and he drops to one knee. Damon sucker punches his opponent and with nothing but hate in his heart, Damon attempts to stab Frost in the eye with his blade. Well, Frost blocks that because he has zero desire to go blind but Damon headbutts him and Frost falls back. Damon mounts Frost and with visions of cyclops dancing in his head, he again goes for the left eye of the monster. Frost quickly gets his hands up and for a few precious seconds the two men battle over that boxcutter. Thankfully for Frost he is able to send it flying from Damon’s hands. Damon grits his teeth and gets up, jerking Frost up with him. He grabs the trashcan Frost had been looking to introduce into the match and knocks Frost upside the head with it. This goes on for awhile - Damon beating Frost with a trashcan that is - and the two men begin moving their fight close to the road. The fans lingering follow them.
They follow them all the way to McDonald’s. The McDonald’s that all So-Cal wrestlers, personnel, friends, and fans are banned from.
Fuck.
The match was a brawl at this point and both men fought back and forth all over the McDonald’s parking lot. Considering both of them were stabbing victims, it was pretty cool to see that neither of them were willing to give an inch. As the fight spilled over into the drive-thru (which wasn’t busy, thankfully), Damon managed to grab the upper-hand but desperately kicking Frost in the baby-maker. Not even someone with the strength and stature of Frost can withstand a blatant kick to the balls. Damon seizes the opportunity to grab Frost by the neck and drive him head first through the drive-thru menu! By this time, several employees and patrons have coming running out to see what is going on. The employees are horrified to see two So-Cal competitors at their establishment.
With Frost on the ground, Damon takes a moment to breath. It’s been a grueling match so far and it’s far from over. No one can be pinned at McDonald’s and there has to be a winner. Several of the workers try and get Damon to leave, but he shoves them back. Frost is staggering to his feet and when Damon sees his opponent back in the match, he charges. Frost moves out of the way and Damon slams into the brick siding of McDonald’s. Frost scoops him up and slings him over his shoulder. Surely he’s going to take him back to the Complex now, right?
Wrong.
Frost is eyeing the window. Very carefully he places Damon down on his feet right in front of the massive pane of glass and backs up. Frost crouches down and waits for Damon to straighten himself up. Once Damon does just that, Frost shows an incredible burst of speed for someone 6’8” and like a million pounds. He spears the holy living fuck out of Damon and they both go right through the window! The people who had been watching from the safety of building scream and scatter. Two broken, bloody bodies are now lying in a pool of broken glass.
No one really knows what to do and after a few minutes, Frost starts to stir. He is the first man back to his feet and he looks around at the horrified faces of the people inside of McDonald’s. His face is cut up thanks to the tumble through the window and he wipes the blood off with his arm. A disgusting, horrific smile slowly spreads across his face and he looks down at Damon Xalvador. The intentions Frost has now are just pure evil. He very slowly pulls Damon up by the hair and he drags him behind the counter. Frost forces Damon into the cooking area and right over to the grill.
Surely he’s not…
Frost slams Damon’s face down onto the hot, burning grill. Almost immediately, Damon is screaming and grabbing at his seared flesh. A laugh escapes Frost, and then another. He’s just truly a sick, twisted fuck. He slams his knee into Damon’s face and that causes Damon to fall back against the fryers. Frost grabs Damon’s hand and forces it into the vat of piping hot grease and french fries. This does not go over well. Damon’s adrenaline kicks in and he forces Frost back with a headbutt. He rips his hand out of the grease and is breathing heavy, looking at his burns. With the good hand he has left he literally rips the french fry frier out of the grease and begins beating the fuck out of Frost with it. The boiling hot grease covers Frost’s face, neck, and chest. He’s now screaming.
It’s around this time that the San Diego PD arrive. Very abruptly, the feed to So-Cal World War cuts.
DEAD AIR
CUT TO: INT. THE MEDICAL AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS VOICE (O.S.): “How the fuck are you being sued by McDonald’s?!”
After nearly 30-minutes of completely dead air, the feed to So-Cal World War returns. The voice of Colton Carter sounds completely exasperated. It’s already been a long night and the two matches he had the most invested in hadn’t even taken place yet. He was standing in the medical area of the Complex with Gage Landon and Julian Cortez. Dr. Summer Ballard was currently checking over Damon Xalvador while Dr. Curtis Everill looked over Frost. Frost was strapped down to a gurney to keep him from getting up and going after Damon. The SDPD had wanted to arrest both men for trespassing, but cooler heads had prevailed.
GAGE LANDON: “Yeah ben...day…ho! How are you being sued by McDonald’s?!”
Julian Cortez had had about enough of Gage Landon and narrowed his eyes at his foe.
JULIAN CORTEZ: “You damn well know why, amigo. That little puta Lindsay Pierce breached a contract with them.”
Gage at least pretends to look shocked.
GAGE LANDON: “I-I-I wow! That just doesn’t sound like the Lindsay I know!”
JULIAN CORTEZ (directly to Gage): “Vete a la mierda, amigo.”
GAGE LANDON (whispering to Colton): “What did he say?”
COLTON CARTER: “Hey basically told you to go fuck yourself.”
Julian has turned his back to both men and is addressing Summer and Curtis. For now at least, So-Cal is still his company and he is still calling the shots.
JULIAN CORTEZ: “Unstrap him. This match has to continue.”
He’s referring to Frost, but the moment Curtis and Summer had turned their backs to the wrestlers to listen to the commotion between Colton, Gage, and Julian, Frost had broken free from the straps. He had retrieved the spike from his boot and went right for Damon. Summer was knocked out of the way and Frost began to dig the spike into Damon’s forehead.
GAGE LANDON: “Oh shit! SHIT!”
Damon valiantly fought back and the fight was on! Frost drug that spike across the entire length of Damon’s forehead, opening up a massive cut. Blood covered Damon’s face like a crimson mask, but Frost wasn’t finished. He used the spike to cut the left side of Damon’s mouth, widening the man’s smile more =X. Damon reached for the nearest object and slammed it in the side of Frost’s head. It was a metal bedpan. The spike hit the ground and Damon pushed himself up. He slammed Frost in the face with the bedpan and continued to do it until Frost started bleeding from the nose. Damon drove his knee into Frost’s midsection in rapid succession before grabbing the man and throwing him out of the medical area. Damon rushed Frost and laid him out with a boot to the face and began kicking him savagely in the ribs.
Eventually, the two warriors made their way through the curtains. Damon - who looked like some horror movie killer - was dragging Frost down towards the ring. Once they got there, Damon tossed Frost into the steel ring steps. After tossing Frost inside the ring and climbing in after him, Damon removed a kendo that is hanging down from of the chains. He goes ballistic and begins to just beat on Frost. He has nothing to lose and everything to gain at this point. When the kendo stick cracks over Frost back, only then does Damon stop. He looks around at the options he has inside the half-ring/half-cage. He finally decides on a good ole trusty sledgehammer. He doesn’t see that Frost has managed to grab one of the broken pieces of the kendo stick. Right as Damon goes to slam the sledgehammer into Frost, the man from Hell’s Kitchen bounds up and shoves the jagged piece of the kendo stick into Damon’s bleeding forehead. Damon drops the hammer and stumbles back, landing against the ropes. Frost gives Damon a moment to recover and the minute Damon pushes himself off the ropes, Frost hits “The Frost Bite”!
Damon falls back and an exhausted Frost falls across his opponent.
1…
2…
3!!!!
Winner: Frost
CUT TO: EXT. THE LOADING BAY AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS A San Diego General ambulance has arrived at the Ultraviolent Complex and the two EMT officers have went into the arena. Minutes later, they came out carting Aaron Asphyxia on a stretcher. She was laid out, a brace around her neck for precautionary reasons. Following the stretcher are both Elena DeDraca and Finn Whelan. Both look concerned for Aaron. It was Finn’s wife, and no matter what Elena thought of her, she understood this. Approaching the ambulance, the stretcher stopped and the EMT officers drop the stretcher down - only to pick it up and slide it into the back of the ambulance. One of the EMT’s circles the ambulance, jumping into the cab. The other closes one door, and is about to close the other. Finn takes a step forward to climb into the back, but is stopped by Elena. Elena climbs into the ambulance, turning back and looking down to Finn - who looked shocked and confused.
ELENA DeDRACA “Don’t worry, Finn. I’ll take care of Aaron. I’ll keep you updated on her condition until you’re able to come meet us.”
FINN WHELAN “I’m able to come right now.”
ELENA DeDRACA “No you’re not. You have a match. So go. And do me a favor. Win this fucking match for all of them.”
Finn remained silent, and after a moment he nodded his head. The EMT closed the door that remained open, and slapped the back door twice before rushing around to the cab and jumping inside. The engine started and lights started not long after that. Once the ambulance began to move forward, sirens ripped through the night sky. Finn watched the ambulance disappear, then turned around …
Knocking over Margaret who was rushing to the outside of the Complex. She wanted to check on not only Elena, but Aaron as well. She saw the ambulance pull away, but continued to run forward and that’s when she bumped into Finn. She picked herself up before Finn could even offer to help. Dusting herself off and without even looking up.
MARGARET EDWARDS “I’m -- I’m so sorry. It’s just.. I was in a rush to see someone, I wasn’t even…”
She managed to look up, seeing Finn. Her voice trailed off, and the look on her face changed from a mixture of worry and apologetic - to nothing but a stare. A stare that could have been asking something like, “what the fuck?”. We don’t know why. But her eyes never left Finn. Not even as he pushed past her and began to walk back into the Complex.
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CUT TO: INT. THE FRIENDS AND FAMILY SECTION - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS With the Hangman’s Horror Match coming up next, Sayani Barhaspati has made her way into the “friends and family” section. The beautiful heiress is with Delaney, one of her personal security guards. A seat in the front has been reserved for Sayani given the personal interest she has in anything Ryker Rylee does. The snotty billionaire makes it a point to brush her seat off before sitting down, and Delaney takes a seat beside her.
MATCH FIVE: Hangman's Horror Match - Contendership Match for the Ultraviolent Title - Aliyah Turner Vs. Ryker Rylee Vs. Linc Coyne Ryker Rylee and Raze come out first. Ryker looks as confident as ever being undefeated and all of his matches being in the triple threat format, you couldn’t blame him. He climbed into the ring, immediately noticing two actual ropes tied to opposite corners in the ring. The ends of the ropes were fashioned into nooses and two referees stood on the outside, ready to cut the victim's down before someone actually died tonight. Unfortunate, right? Ryker stood in a free corner, squatting down while Raze stood on the outside, hyping him up in his ear. Aliyah Turner was out next. The fan favorite of the match. The crowd in the Complex popped for the former Trans-Pacific Champion. Her energy level was always high. She jogged down to the ring, slapping a few hands on the way. She climbed onto the apron, smiling out to the crowd before entering the ring.
Aliyah stood in the middle of the ring, waiting on the third entrant of the match. Ryker, though, didn’t. He rushed out of the corner, blasting Aliyah from behind with a huge forearm to the back that sent her sprawling to the mat. Ryker stood over her, a smirk on his face as he watched her push herself up to her hands and knees. He lifted his foot, stomping her to the mat again. Over and over again this was repeated until Ryker decided he was finished with that, and grabbed her by the hair - pulling her up to her feet. He began to drag her to one of the roped corners, and that was when Linc’s music began to play on the P.A. The former Television champion didn’t rush down to the ring though. He slowly made his way to the ring, once again dragging his own rope behind him. His eyes on Ryker and Aliyah in the ring. Ryker threw Aliyah into the corner, and turned to face Linc. Waving him to get into the ring.
Linc watches Ryker, Ryker not noticing that Aliyah has pushed out of the corner. Not until she grabbed him by the back of the head, pulling him back and planting him with an inverted DDT. That was when Linc entered the ring. Aliyah rushed to him, and the ‘Spitfire’ lived up to her name, firing rapid strikes to the unsuspecting Linc who just ducked between the ropes. Forearm, forearm, kick, forearm, dropkick. The crowd reacted with loud cheers after the sequence. Aliyah exploded back up to her feet, arms up to get the crowd behind her more. She turned to face Ryker, and is blasted in the face with a jumping knee strike and that immediately sends a hush over the crowd. Ryker grabs Aliyah’s hair again, pulling her up enough to hit her with a stiff, closed fist right hand. Boos filled the Complex as Ryker began to establish dominance over Aliyah, mounting her and firing several MMA-style strikes and elbows to her head. He struck her repeatedly, not stopping until Linc approached him from behind. He wrapped the noose that he brought down, around Ryker’s neck and used it to pull Ryker off of Aliyah. Linc tightened the noose around Ryker’s neck, dragging him back into the corner where he threw him against the turnbuckle.
Linc steps out onto the apron, still holding the end of the rope, and then drops off of the apron - pulling Ryker’s neck down hard against the top ring rope. The impact forced Ryker off of his feet. Linc let the rope slip from his hands and allowed Ryker to crash to the mat hard. Turning around Linc was met by the big Raze. Raze stared down at the smaller Linc, a smirk crossing over his face as he expected Linc to back down. Clearly, he wasn’t too knowledgeable about So Cal’s “Ticking Time Bomb”. Linc just turned and entered the ring with a smug expression on his face. As soon as he stands to his feet, though, Aliyah shows she’s still in the fight by hitting Linc with a stiff roundhouse kick to Linc’s head. Linc drops like a brick, and Aliyah is quick to pounce on the back of Ryker, who was beginning to pull himself up. He removed Linc’s personal noose just seconds before Aliyah jumped on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his waist.
Ryker doesn’t drop, instead he manages to push himself backward. Exploding back into the corner where he sandwiched Aliyah into the turnbuckle. But her arms didn’t release. She kept them wrapped around Ryker’s neck, choking him a little more now. She would let her non-dominant arm in the choke slip away to reach behind her, grabbing the rope tied to the turnbuckle. The “official” noose of the match. She slipped the noose over his head, removing her other arm now. After she tightened the noose around his neck, all she had to do was get Ryker over the top rope. Before she could even attempt, though, Raze jumped onto the apron and grabbed Aliyah by the hair - grabbing her and pulling her over the top rope and throwing her down to the floor.
Raze then tried to help Ryker remove the noose from his neck, but instead Raze is blasted with a variation of the “TRAP KICK” from Linc! Raze fell off of the apron, but for the split second that Linc was trapped in a precarious position, Ryker took advantage. He kicked the top rope the top rope that Linc was straddled. The impact of the kick vibrated the ropes right to Linc’s junk, and that clearly was painful because Linc dropped to the mat, holding his tender bits. Ryker removed the noose from his neck, and mounted Linc much like he did to Aliyah earlier. He hammered Linc now with a series of stiff punches. All of this was done while Aliyah began to make her way up to her feet. She climbed onto the apron, and then to the top rope. Ryker stood up, pulling Linc up with him. Ryker turned his head, noticing Aliyah ready to make the leap. He dropped out of the way just as she jumped..
“GOT ‘EM” to Linc Coyne!
Linc’s jaw smashes off of Aliyah’s shoulder, and he hits the mat hard. Aliyah returns to her feet, looking down at Linc. She wasn’t aiming for him, but it works - right? Aliyah turns around to the direction where she last saw Ryker, and immediately gets locked in a bearhug from Ryker! After lifting her up, showing the power advantage he has over her, he delivers a stiff headbutt. Followed by another. And another. And another. This sequence he calls “NO WHERE TO GO”. Eventually he would lower Aliyah and release the bear hug. She was wobbly, dropping to a single knee. Ryker grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into the corner where he quickly wrapped the noose around her neck, and threw her over the top rope - hanging her!
Eliminated: Aliyah Turner
Aliyah struggled for a moment while the referee climbed up and cut the rope to remove her from the noose.
CUT TO: INT. COOKIES ‘N CREAM STRIP CLUB - ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Octavia Bloom and Orion are still perched on the hood of the car. They’re sat side-by-side and watching Ryker’s match unfold on the live stream feed. Octavia is nervously chewing on her bottom lip, trying not to react to anything that is going on.
ORION: “Shit. Ryke just hung a bitch…”
Octavia shot Orion a glare. Before she could say anything, Merrick Myles walked up to the group.
MERRICK MYLES: “And good evening.”
ORION: “Yo! Where the fuck ya’ been?!”
Merrick pulled a small piece of plastic from his pocket and held it out.
MERRICK MYLES: “Around. Let me present to you both the child you’ve inquired about. A daughter, actually with soulful brown eyes and the saddest smile you’ve ever seen…”
Octavia couldn’t deal with the theatrics and snatched the plastic card from Merrick.
OCTAVIA BLOOM: “Caprice Jaine Alatorre-Carter.”
Orion looked over and licked his lips.
ORION: “Daaaaaaaaaaaaamn.”
Merrick was pleased with himself. He removed his fedora and took a bow.
CUT TO: Ryker turned to Linc, smirking knowing that he has this in the bag after eliminating the former Trans-Pacific champion. He made his way to where Linc lay on the mat. In the time that it took Ryker to eliminate Aliyah, Linc had only just rolled onto his side. His hand clenching his jaw as he worked it, selling the somersault stunner by Aliyah. Ryker grabbed onto Linc's hair, pulling him to his feet. From there Ryker only sent Linc back down with a discus elbow smash right to the side of the former Television Champions head. Ryker wasted no time, kicking and stomping Linc. On the outside, Raze is just beginning to return to his feet. He nearly had his head kicked off by Linc moments ago, and right now he sees red. Climbing onto the apron, he shouts at Ryker. "Fucking kill this bitch! Don't let him up." And Ryker does just that. He backed away, giving Linc the false indication that he could begin to push himself up, only to charge back in with a knee to Linc's head. One that makes Tomasso Ciampa's finisher look weak. Ryker's own momentum following the knee strike took him into the ropes, where he stopped himself - hanging obnoxiously over the top rope and staring off into the crowd. All of this time, Linc was beginning to come to. Showing that resilience. Ryker turned around just as Linc began to push himself up. Ryker, showing signs of frustration, swore at Linc and charged to him again - looking for a soccer style kick to Linc's ribs as he was on his hands and knees. Linc, though, his spidey-senses must have been tingling because he pushed himself up enough to catch Ryker's leg. Ryker's expression went from frustration to shock real quick. Linc worked his way up to his feet, still holding Ryker's leg. Linc then whipped Ryker's leg backward, sending Ryker straight down to the mat with the whiplash momentum. Ryker's face smashed off of the canvas, which he instantly grabbed at his mouth. Linc was like a vulture. Grabbing Ryker, quickly hooking Ryker into position. Lifting him for the "M.L. ULTRA" -- but Ryker managed to shift his weight in order for Linc to drop him back down before finishing the sequence. Ryker twisted out of the predicament he found himself in, and lifted a knee up to Linc’s stomach which doubled over his attacker. Ryker stepped back a few steps, only to come back in with another running knee strike to Linc’s head. Linc dropped to the canvas again, and Ryker stared down at him. Ryker aimed to continue his offense on Linc, but something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see Sayani’s bodyguard, Delaney at ringside standing face to face with Raze. The two are having a verbal confrontation, which includes Raze telling her to get out of here and to go fuck herself. Well.. Delaney didn’t take too kindly to that. She reared back and popped Raze straight in the jaw with a hard punch! Raze charged forward and tackled her to the ground. Chaos erupted through the crowd at ringside, them throwing cups and other items at Raze. Delaney would eventually flip Raze over, mounting him and giving him his share of punches. Inside the ring; Ryker watched all of this happening. He didn’t realize Linc was up to his feet and had grabbed the noose he brought down with him. Linc moved up behind Ryker, wrapping the noose around his neck, pulling it tight and - while holding onto his end - he rushed Ryker forward, flipping him over the top rope. Linc grabbed the end of his rope, pulling hard - hanging Ryker over the rope. The referee’s look around, is it legal to use a noose that wasn’t “official”? Shrugging, they turned and called for the bell before climbing up and cutting the rope that Linc held.
Winner and Number One Contender to the Ultraviolent Championship: Linc Coyne
A smile crossed Sayani’s face. Without a word, she got up from her seat and left the ‘friends and family’ section.
CUT TO: INT. COOKIES ‘N CREAM STRIP CLUB - ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS VOICE (O.S.): “FUCK.”
Octavia Bloom was furious. The outcome of the match was bullshit and all she wanted to do was rush across the street to the Complex and check on Ryker. She wanted to stab Raze in the throat for screwing up and allowing Sayani’s hired-hand to get involved and cause a distraction.
ORION: “Ares will be pissed, yo. This is fucked.”
Something else that was fucked was that none of the Reckoners had noticed Ian Ridgeway and Markis Steele waiting for the prime opportunity to take them out. As Orion, Octavia, and Merrick stood around the car talking, Ian nodded to Markis. From behind, Markis and Ian struck. Markis wrapped Octavia up in a triangle choke and started dragging her inside Cookies ‘N Cream. Orion and Merrick both launched an attack on Markis but he had a leadpipe and eventually knocked them both out cold. He grabbed them by the collar of their respective shirts and hauled them inside the former strip club.
CUT TO: INT. THE OFFICE OF JULIAN CORTEZ - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Gage Landon sat behind Julian Cortez’s desk. He had his feet up and was tossing paper airplanes all over the office. Gage hated the way Cortez had decorated his former office, and the former owner of So-Cal Ultraviolent couldn’t wait to officially be back behind the desk. And to get the office back to the way he wanted it. Gage sent another airplane flying across the room as the door opened. Tiffany poked her head in.
TIFFANY: “Gage? You wanted to see me?”
GAGE LANDON :"Tiffany! Yes I did."
He threw another paper plane awkwardly. It ended up flying in a 180 degree spin, coming back to nearly hit him in the face.
GAGE LANDON: "Woah, did you see that? .. Anyway! .. Twenty years old and going to put the entire company on your back. Your dad would be proud, you know? I remember you coming to the Complex with him when you were younger, sitting in the friends and family section. He brought you backstage and sometimes you hung out with me. And now, you're helping me win my company back. Amazing, huh?"
He folds another plane.
GAGE LANDON: "Tonight is your night to shine. Don't worry about Zahra or Hunter or anyone else. All you need to worry about is Matthias, and I'm one hundred percent certain that you are the perfect representative for this company."
Tiffany ducked as a paper airplane whizzed past her head. When she straightened back up, she gave Gage a brave smile.
TIFFANY: “I appreciate that. I’m going to go up on that scaffold and I’m going to make sure that I leave it all up there tonight. We don’t know how things will turn out, but I promise you Gage, I will do whatever I can to make sure I walk out with the victory tonight. This isn’t just about the company. This is about my family too.”
Gage softened his expression and took his feet off the desk. He propped his arms on the desk and leaned forward.
GAGE LANDON: “There wasn’t anything in this world that Joe was more proud of than you.”
Tiffany bit down on her bottom lip and nodded.
GAGE LANDON: “Regardless of what happens tonight, thank you. Thank you for stepping up and thank you for taking this match. Every single one of us believe in you.”
Tiffany swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat. She choked out her thanks, gave Gage a nod, and left the office. Once she shut the door, Gage put propped his feet back up on the desk and went back to making paper airplanes.
MATCH SIX: Barbed Wire C4 Match - Trans-Pacific Championship - Zander Blackwood (c)** Vs. Paige Vs. "Rumble" Reyes The rules: The ropes have been replaced with barbed wire and C4 explosives rigged to barbed wire boards that lay in each of the four corners of the ring. Victory is achieved by pinfall over one of your opponents.
Paige is out to the ring first. ‘The Terminator’ shows no fear as she approaches the ring. The volunteers for tonight’s event worked like mad men in order to replace the ropes for this match to begin. She rolls in underneath the bottom rope, carefully avoiding not only the roped barbed wire, but the C4 boards as well. Shaking her head at the extremities of the match, she removed her entrance jacket and looked to the stage. “Rumble” Reyes was out next. The big man made his way down to the ring. Unphased by this environment. His purpose was to hurt people, and this was the perfect venue to do that. He carefully entered the ring, and he too waited. The familiar sounds of the past ripped through the shitty P.A. and out marched Zander Blackwood. His eyes are focused. The bearded beauty is ready to avenge his wife and take her title back home where it belongs. With little care for his own body, he stormed into the ring, already being grazed by the barbed wire. Little red scratches immediately showing up on his body.
Zander didn’t care. He quickly moved to Rumble, attempting to take him down with a double leg takedown. That didn’t work out as he planned. Moving the massive Rumble Reyes was a feat that not even the powerful Zander Blackwood could do at this point. Rumble flattened Zander to the mat with a series of hammering forearm clubs to the back. Paige moved from her position, delivering a soccer style kick to the back of Rumble’s leg. He didn’t drop. It buckled a little, but not enough to put him down. Paige followed by jumping up on his massive back, wrapping her (non-casted) arm tightly around his neck. Rumble’s arms flailed about, until he reached back - grabbing two handfuls of Paige’s hair. In another display of his strength, he pulled Paige off of his back and viciously ripped her down and onto the mat with a thunderous slam. Paige, though in pain, rolled up to her feet. She and Zander looked at one another before both sprinting to Rumble .. who was ready and took them both out with a massive double clothesline.
Paige rolls to the edge of the ring, while Zander pushes himself up to his feet. Rumble grabs Zander by the beard, ripping him up to his feet. From there, Rumble would grab Zander’s arm and proceed to whip Zander across the ring to the barbed wire ropes. Zander hit the brakes, stopping just before he collided with the barbed wire. He turned around, yelling profanities at Rumble. Rumble simply smirked. Zander sprinted toward him, attempting a clothesline -- but Rumble didn’t budge. Zander took two steps back and lunged forward, trying again. Still nothing. Rumble slapped his own chest, telling Zander to try again. Growing furious, Zander did just that and still nothing. Rumble let out a massive roar as Zander took another couple steps back and went to try again. This time, Rumble threw out his arm looking to clothesline Zander. Instead Zander ducked underneath that attempt, ending up behind Rumble who lumbered forward. Stopping himself before the barbed wire, he turned around and was met with a hard big boot to the face that made Rumble stagger back. Paige, who was now up to her feet, sprinted toward the teetering Rumble, jumping up and hitting a dropkick to the big man who fell back into the barbed wire!
The fans in the Complex roared their approval. Rumble hung in the barbed wire for a few moments, unable to untangle himself from the barbs that have stuck themselves to his wrestling gear and penetrated his skin.
Paige returned to her feet, turning around and was immediately taken down by a very stiff discus Clothesline by Zander. Paige’s eyes rolled to the back of her head after her head bounced off of the mat, not expecting that at all. Zander didn't give her time to shake it off, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to her feet. Picking her up on his shoulders, he charged her into the corner looking for a snake eyes onto the makeshift turnbuckle designed to connect the ends of the barbed wire ropes. However, Paige has enough wit about her - even after that stiff Clothesline - to slip off of Zander's shoulders. Zander runs, chest first, into the corner, narrowly avoiding the C4 rigged board, after Paige gives him a supporting shove. The barbs rip into his chest, but he doesn't care. Pulling himself off of the barbs, he turns to Paige furiously. That was when Rumble re-emerged, charging across the ring and sandwiching Zander back into the barbed corners - both of their feet inches away from the C4 rigged boards.
Rumble turned around and walked out of the corner, lumbering toward Paige at his pace. Paige met him with several kicks to the legs, immediately following up with left forearm shivers to his jaw. Noticing that those aren't working, she rears back her casted right arm, looking to fire a shot - but he blocks it. Grabbing the back of her head with both of his massive hands, he delivers a stiff headbutt. She stumbles back after he let go, and he charges to her. In the nick of time, she drops down and his own momentum took him, not only into the barbed wire, but through them - as the ropes unsnapped from their flimsy holdings and Rumble spilled to the outside of the ring, tangled and wrapped in barbed wire. Paige stood up and looked down at Rumble, who was fighting with the barbed wire to free himself. Paige mouthed something including, “fat fuck” before turning around -- right into the big arms of Zander. During the entire exchange between her and Rumble, Zander freed himself from the barbs and watched what happened. He would then pull the C4-rigged board out of the corner, moving it more to the centre of the ring..
With ease, Zander lifted Paige up - throwing her over his head with a release belly-to-belly.
BOOM!
Paige lands on the C4-rigged barbed wire board. The explosion sent a shockwave through the Complex as everyone watched Paige immediately roll away from the board. She yelled loudly, clutching her back that showed not only the puncture marks from the barbs, but began to quickly turn red from the controlled explosion. Zander was kneeled on a single knee, watching with a sick smile on his face. Then he turned his attention to Rumble. Zander pushed himself up to his feet, and walked to the side of the ring that was sans-ropes now, and casually stepped down onto the floor. Rumble had picked himself up, still with the rope of barbed wire around him. Tiny amounts of blood is visible on his arms, chest and back. Rumble turned around and was met with an overhead right from Zander. Rumble ate the shot, and then several more before finally managing to fire one of his own. Zander staggered back a couple of steps. Rumble came right back at him, charging with a clothesline that rocked Zander, but he didn’t fall. It took not one more, but two more clotheslines to put Zander down, which shows you the size and stature of that man. With Zander down, Rumble took a couple of steps back before charging back and jumping into the air…
BIG SPLASH on Zander! What made it even more effective was the fact that he was still wrapped in barbed wire. Rumble pushed himself up and stared down at Zander, who rolled around in pain. Looking up to the ring, Rumble would find Paige - finally beginning to push herself up to her feet. She survived the explosion, but you could see the pain on her face. Paige wasn’t planning on giving up or stopping anytime soon. Through clenched teeth, she dragged another C4 rigged board out of the corner. Not quite to the center of the ring, but far enough out. She turns around and watches Rumble climb onto the ropeless side of the apron. Paige exhales deeply before sprinting to Rumble, hitting a basement dropkick to his knee just as he fully stands up in the ring. Rumble dropped to a single knee, favoring the one that just suffered the attack. Paige returned to her feet, moving to the board that Zander suplexed her into. With her uncasted hand, she pulled a bit of the barbed wire rope off of the tangled mess that the board was, and proceeded to wrap it around her cast.
Rumble, still kneeling, manages to finally unwrap the barbed wire from around himself with the help of the referee who pulls it from his gear. Afterword, Rumble pushed himself up to his feet only to turn around, and be blasted in the face by Paige’s - now - barbed wire cast! Rumble actually dropped to the mat following the strike. Paige wasted no time, mounting Rumble and repeatedly, rapidly, and mercilessly hammers her barbed wire cast into Rumble’s head. The impact of the strikes looks stiffer and stiffer with every shot that is fired. Rumble’s head being beaten in, and her cast beginning to thin and break with every shot. Eventually she would stop and stand up to her feet. Her cast was barely there anymore. She brought up her free hand and removed the plaster that hung loosely to the bandage that was wrapped underneath it. Tossing it to the floor, she moved over to the corner and began to climb up to the top turnbuckle.
Zander has now pulled himself to his feet on the outside of the ring. His mouth and beard covered in blood. The look on his face was rage. He climbed onto the apron, seeing Rumble turning onto his side - blood beginning to pour from his head like an open faucet, and then he turns to Paige who is just beginning to perch herself up on the top turnbuckle. Marching over to the corner, he fired an overhand right that stopped her in her tracks. He would then climb onto the middle rope, hitting her with a stiff clubbing forearm to the back. Stepping up to the top rope now, he grabbed her and pulled her up, hooking her arm over his neck. He was going to superplex her! .. Was. Rumble Reyes, still bleeding profusely, stood up. He was woozy, staggering around a bit, but made it to the corner. He took a second but slipped into position. Head between Zander’s legs, arms up and hand gripped tightly on Zander’s tights. Rumble then walked out of the corner, Zander up on his shoulders in powerbomb fashion … and Paige lifted in suplex fashion from Zander! Rumble made it out a couple of steps before they all fell forward (or backward depending on who you were).
Rumble Reyes. Falling face first to the floor after releasing the powerbomb. Paige. Crashing hard the mat, not only missing the C4 rigged board, but narrowly avoiding her legs being wrapped up in the barbed wire ropes. Zander. .. Well, his fall wasn’t as graceful as the other two. BOOM!
Zander Blackwood was powerbombed onto the C4 Rigged Barbed Wire board!
The controlled explosion echoed in the Complex and smoke lifted up from the board. Zander’s body immediately began to flail about in agony. You would never expect it from him, but he yelled. Screamed, even, as pain shot through his entire body. But now all three competitors were out of commision for the time being. It took a few moments before anyone began to stir. First it was Rumble. He rolled up to a sitting position and began to push himself up from there. Next was Paige, who moved onto her hands and knees and began to crawl into the C4-boardless corner. Ideally she would use the ropes to pull herself up, but forgot of the barbed wire that has replaced them. Once she remembered, she stopped. Breathing heavy, she pushed herself up from there. Zander still lay motionless after taking the powerbomb onto the C4.
Rumble marched to Paige, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her down to position her for a powerbomb. He was going to attempt to finish this match with his “RICHTER 9”. Instead, Paige dropped to a single knee and with intense force, brought her arm up and sacked Rumble. He instantly released her, dropping to his knees in pain. She stood again, taking a few steps back before charging to Rumble and hitting him with a Shining Wizard knee! Her knee bounced off of his head, and he dropped to the mat. She fell with him, but quickly crawled into the pin..
One.. Two.. Rumble powered out.
Paige grew frustrated, standing up and moving back again. She was waiting for Rumble to get up again after he rolled onto his hands and knees. This was the perfect opportunity to go her the Curb Stomp she calls “LITHIUM”. As she took a running charge, she was nearly decapitated when Zander exploded up to his feet and destroyed her with a powerful clothesline!
During the exchange that she and Rumble just had, Zander forced himself through the pain he was feeling and began to get up. He noticed one of the unused C4 boards and moved toward it. That’s when he saw Paige going to attempt her curb stomp, so he cut her off at the pass. With Paige motionless on the mat, Zander turned back to the C4 board. Zander, showing a great deal of power, he bent down and picked up the board. He turned, and just as Rumble was returning to his feet, Zander threw the C4 rigged board into Rumble! The explosion went off, Rumble immediately felt the effect of, not only the explosion, but the barbed wire that began to cut into his flesh!
The Complex erupted in “HO-LY SHIT!” chants!
The board dropped to the mat, and Rumble fell into the barbed wire ropes again. Getting caught and tangled. But there was no struggling against them. He was motionless.
Zander turned to Paige, who was beginning to stir. Grabbing her by the hair, he ripped her up into a powerbomb position and, in the blink of an eye, had her lifted and then planted back down to the ground with a high-impact “MAXIMUM CARNAGE” sitout powerbomb! The referee slid into position for the count..
One.. Two.. Three!
Winner: Zander Blackwood
CUT TO: INT. THE BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Gage Landon was walking down the hallway, hands casually in the pockets of khaki pants. He walked with an extra pep in his step given the fact he had gotten those very pants earlier in the day during an Old Navy clearance sale.
VOICE (O.S.): “I hope you’re ready for a little dejavu tonight.”
Zahra Phoenix stepped in front of Gage, a scowl etched on her face. Despite her victory over Madison Tempest earlier in the night, the Queen of Wrestling was in a foul mood. Beside her stood Matthias Black, and he was also in an incredibly foul mood. Matthias’ confrontation with Julian Cortez earlier in the evening had left a bad taste in both of their mouths. No matter what happened tonight, they knew #TeamFriendship was screwed. Matthias would never trust Julian, no matter how much Julian reassured him he could. Cortez had basically sold Zahra to Viktor for a nice lump sum of cash. And Gage Landon and Colton Carter would fire them.
Gage swallowed hard. He was outnumbered and if things turned ugly, things would be very bad for him.
GAGE LANDON "Uh. You know? I took into account that could happen. BUT. I trust that Tiff can get the job done. She's a fighter just like.."
MATTHIAS BLACK "Her father?"
Matthias let a smirk slip and Zahra laughed.
GAGE LANDON "Exactly! And with all due respect, Matthias, up until the end of that match - Joe had you. You gotta' admit that."
Matthias' smirk vanished just as quickly as it had appeared. Zahra folded her arms across her chest.
ZAHRA PHOENIX: "Joe Maccario never had Matt, EVER. Matthias dominated that match and should have been given his shot at the Ultraviolent Championship after that. But you had to be a bitch and hold him back just because you blamed him for killing your stupid friend. Thankfully after tonight no one will ever have to look at you again Gage Landon and you and your whore wife - who's banging Alix again by the way - can go back to the trailer park where you belong."
GAGE LANDON "You have a point, Zahra. But, from what I hear, win or lose -no one has to hear your shrill voice anymore after tonight, right?"
Matthias' arms dropped, his hands clenched into fists. Gage stepped back suddenly.
GAGE LANDON "Easy fella'! .. I have complete faith in Tiffany tonight. And intimidating me isn't going to change the outcome of the match."
Matthias grabbed Gage by the collar of the his shirt and slammed him back against the wall.
MATTHIAS BLACK: "I've wanted to fucking kill you for awhile now and at the very least, slam my first into your fucking face. But by doing that you won't be able to see me take Joe Maccario's mistake and snap her in half."
Zahra placed her hand on Matthias' shoulder.
ZAHRA PHOENIX: "Fuck you Gage. Come on Matt."
Zahra turns to walk away. That was when Matthias dropped Gage and turned to face her. Grabbing her arm just before she was out of arms-reach, yanking her around.
MATTHIAS BLACK "I've fucking told you before. Don't talk to me like that. I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but we're not playing that shit."
Zahra's jaw dropped and her face turned a bright shade of red.
ZAHRA PHOENIX: "I was just saying let's go. Like he's not worth it..."
MATTHIAS BLACK "I don't need you to tell me what's worth it. I'll tell YOU when we're going. Got it?"
Gage cleared his throat.
GAGE LANDON: "You know? I think I'm going to go now. Let you two kids work this out..."
Zahra glared at the back of Gage's head and let him walk off. Finally, she turned back to Matthias.
ZAHRA PHOENIX: "You need to take this rage and direct it at Tiffany."
Matthias grabbed her, pulling her roughly into him.
MATTHIAS BLACK "Her. And you."
CUT TO: INT. COOKIES ‘N CREAM STRIP CLUB - ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX -CONTINUOUS Merrick Myles and Orion find themselves tied up and being held at gunpoint by Markis Steel. Across from them Ian Ridgeway (who is busted up and bloodied because Octavia wouldn’t go down easily) has Octavia on the ground. Her legs have been tied together and her hands are tied behind her back. Ian’s standing on the small of her back with a gun pointed to the back of her head. When the door to Cookies ‘N Cream opens, neither man looks up. Delaney walks in, followed by Sayani. Sayani smiles at the scene and saunters over to where Octavia is lying.
SAYANI BARHASPATI: “Not so tough now.”
OCTAVIA BLOOM: “Go fuck yourself, bitch.”
Sayani rolls her eyes and violently kicks Octavia in the face with her Louboutin clad foot. Octavia spits blood out of her mouth and Sayani motions for Ian to pick her up. Ian grabs Octavia up by her vibrant orange locks and after pressing the gun to her temple, walks Octavia over to Sayani.
SAYANI BARHASPATI: “I want you to watch this closely.”
She motions for Markis to bring her Orion. Markis jerks Orion to his feet and to his credit, Orion doesn’t come easily. Markis whips him across the face with the gun and finally gets him over to Sayani. Sayani looks down at Orion like he’s nothing more than a piece of filth and she sneers.
SAYANI BARHASPATI: “This one wasn’t always just a driver. In fact, Colton and I know Orion quite well.”
Sayani’s expression turns from disgust to sympathy, and she cups Orion’s cheek. Orion spits at her. With a sigh, Sayani snaps her fingers and immediately Markis begins pummeling Orion until his face is bloody. She wipes the spit from her Prada skirt and removes a bottle of hand sanitizer from the small clutch she had carried with her. After disinfecting her hands she orders her minions to untie Orion’s hands. Orion immediately comes to life and starts fighting, but his feet are still bound and when Delaney jumps in to help Markis, he’s overmatched. They force Orion across one of the tables and Markis forces Orion’s left arm across the table. When the gun touches Orion’s temple he stills. Sayani grabs Orion’s middle and ring fingers and wrenches them back until they both snap. Orion grits his teeth but doesn’t cry out. Sayani leans down towards his ear.
SAYANI BARHASPATI: “Take this message back to Ares. Tell him that he’s not getting a fucking dime from Colton or myself. We won that money fair and square, and whatever agenda he has isn’t going to work in his favor. Got it?”
Sayani patted Orion on the head and straightened up, her ladylike manner taking back over. She looks at Octavia and backhands her across the face. It was just a small taste of revenge compared to the beating Octavia placed on her two weeks ago. Sayani motions for her bodyguards to leave the Reckoners and as they exit the building, Sayani pauses.
SAYANI BARHASPATI: “Shame Ryker lost earlier. He is actually extremely talented.”
As the door shut and the three Reckoners were left alone, one thing was perfectly clear for Octavia Bloom. She wanted to destroy them all.
MATCH SEVEN: TLC Match - Ultraviolent Championship - Reece Crosslin (c) Vs. Finn Whelan The title is suspended high above the ring. The volunteers have quickly come down and replaced the barbed wire with ropes again for the final two matches of the night. Ladders have been carried out. Tables set up and leaned against the crowd barrier with the guarantee that at least one of them will be broken tonight. After the volunteers are all finished up, Finn Whelan is out first. The challenger is focused, determined and ready to take the fight to Reece Crosslin tonight. He climbs into the ring, immediately arming himself with a chair that rested in the corner. He spent the next few moments staring up at the championship belt. His attention is immediately ripped away from the championship when his music is abruptly cut and goes right into Reece’s.
The champion, sans title, rips through the curtain with a fire in his eyes. He wants Finn’s head, and we all know that. The fans in the Complex erupted. Reece was their champion. He represented them, and they loved him for it. His skill, athleticism and his ‘never say die, never back down’ mentality. That trait of not being intimidated showed when he marched right to the ring, even despite Finn already arming himself with a chair. Reece didn’t slow his pace at all, approaching the ring and quickly sliding in underneath the bottom rope. He was up to his feet in a flash and charged Finn. Finn swung the chair, only cutting air as Reece avoided it. Reece’s momentum took him across the ring, bouncing off of the ropes. Finn turned around just as Reece came back, and was hit with a huge jumping clothesline!
Finn hits the mat, dropping the chair upon impact, but he doesn’t stay there long. Returning to his feet, he and Reece meet and begin to exchange blows with Reece getting the upper hand only due to the fact that Finn was still reeling from the surprise attack from Reece. Reece hit Finn with a rolling solebutt kick to the stomach before he turned and sprinted to the ropes. He doesn’t bounce off of them, but jumps up onto the middle rope - springboarding off. He turned in mid air, looking to catch Finn with a tornado DDT like maneuver - but Finn - who’s recovered from the strikes from Reece - jumped up, hitting a perfect dropkick to Reece out of mid-air. Finn returned to his feet, charging at Reece who was beginning to get up, and delivered a huge soccer-style kick directly to the ribs. The impact lifted Reece off of his hands and knees and sent him sprawling back to the mat.
Finn wasted no time turning around and grabbing the chair he once wielded. Turning back, he lifted the chair high above his head and slammed it down across Reece’s back as he tried to push himself up again. Reece let out a scream of pain, and Finn hit him again - and again - and again! His killer instinct was taking over and the determination for the Ultraviolent Champion was at an all-time high. Finn threw the chair into the corner of the ring, pulling Reece up to his knees. Finn took a couple steps back, then charges forward and hits a very stiff shining wizard kick that echoed through the Complex. Finn didn’t even bother to return to his feet. Instead he stayed down, rolling underneath the bottom rope and exiting the ring. There he would grab a table from against the barrier and setting it up directly beside the ring. Afterword, he would grab a ladder and slides it into the ring.
During all of this, Reece was able to finally shake the cobwebs out of his head and come to again. The ladder is slid to his feet, which he bends down and grabs. Finn immediately returns to the inside of the ring, grabbing the ladder as well. Both Reece and Finn stand up, holding the ladder. They lock eyes and a game of tug-of-war begins. Back and forth until Reece let’s go as Finn pulled to his side. Finn pulls hard, and with no resistance on the other end - he ends up with the ladder directly to the bridge of the nose! Finn goes down hard, ladder landing ontop of him, but he ignores that pain for the sake of his nose. His hands immediately go to that area, holding. Blood is gushing, clearly indicating it being broken. Reece had no sympathy and didn’t allow Finn any time. Reece kicked the ladder off of Finn before grabbing his hair and pulling him up to his feet. Reece grabbed his arm and whipped him hard into the corner.
Reece quickly followed Finn into the corner, hitting a hard running dropkick that crushed Finn into the corner. Reece popped up to his feet, and looked into the crowd. Finn crumbled to the mat at his feet, and with a smirk Reece went back and picked up the steel chair that he was previously assaulted with, and stepped over Finn. Reece would ascend the turnbuckle, steel chair in hand, before leaping from top, hitting a perfect moonsault - driving the chair, not only into his own body but, into Finn’s stomach and ribs as well! Finn rolled out of the ring in pain, while Reece writhed in pain in the ring. With heavy breaths, though, Reece picked himself up and watched as Finn began to do the same on the outside. Reece turned and sprinted to the ropes behind him, hitting them and charging across the ring - full of momentum. He would then suicide dive through the top and middle ropes…
CRASH!
...right through a table that was leaning against the crowd barrier! Finn saw him, and dropped down out of the way. Reece’s body folded in an awkward position in the mess of shattered table. The Complex went dead silent, but then erupted into chants of “HO-LY SHIT!”. The (very) bloody Finn Whelan stood up, moving to the rubble and grabbed Reece by the hair. Pulling him up to his feet, Finn shoved the champion face first into the steel post, before grabbing him and rolling him back into the ring. Finn followed him in, but was to his feet before Reece was. Reece was still feeling the effect of going through the table. Finn moved to the ladder, picking it up and positioning it into the corner. He was taking his time, though. He didn’t realize Reece was up to his feet again. Finn turned around, only to be met with a superkick from the champion! Finn didn’t drop to the mat, but fell back against the ladder he was setting up. Reece turned and marched to the opposite side of the ring, before charging back to Finn.. leaping up and putting his own body on the line to hit his opponent with a big splash against the ladder!
Both Reece and Finn fell to the floor. Reece rolled outside of the ring, clutching his own ribs and stomach. He had a new baby boy he was fighting for. That is what motivated him. Finn’s undying thirst to prove himself worthy of a major championship, drove him and helped him begin to pick himself up to his feet. Reece returned to his, grabbing another table and dragging it to the same spot that Finn set one up in. Reece lifted it on top of the previously set up table, and opened the legs. It was only a matter of time before he managed to flip it over so that two tables were stacked perfectly on one another. Inside of the ring, Finn managed to drag the ladder out of the corner and into the middle of the ring. He went about setting it up at about the same time Reece grabbed another ladder and slid that into the ring.
Given the fact Finn was still reeling, it took him a little while to position the ladder and begin to slowly climb the rungs. Reece set his ladder up side by side next to Finn’s and climbed up that one. Now we have both competitors up on top of their respective ladders. They begin to exchange punches. Finn gets the better of Reece, landing a couple in succession. Finn reaches up, trying for the Championship belt - but Reece finally retaliates and fires a shot to Finn’s exposed ribs. The same ones that suffered not only from the splash against the ladder, but the chair-assisted moonsault at the beginning of the match. Finn dropped down a rung, and Reece grabbed the top of Finn’s ladder, pushing it over..
… but Finn had enough wit about him to reach out, and grab onto Reece’s ladder before it was too late. He swung himself onto Reece’s ladder, much to the surprise of the champion. He climbed back up to meet Reece and once more, the two began to trade blows. It came down to both men climbing to the very top rung to try and get an advantage over the other. Finn grabbed the back of Reece’s head, smashing it off of the top of the ladder. Finn then grabs the champion, throwing his arm over his head. A collective gasp is heard all through the Complex from the crowd. Finn lifts Reece up in a suplex……
AND THEY BOTH FALL FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER THROUGH THE DOUBLE STACKED TABLES!
Oh my god! Both men must be dead! The entire Complex goes crazy. So many chants it’s insane. “HO-LY SHIT!” “THIS IS AWESOME!” “UL-TRA-VIOLENT!” are a few of them ones that are easily picked up. The bloody Finn Whelan lay out cold. The defending champion, Reece Crosslin - who took the brunt of the damage - lay face down now after rolling onto his stomach. It took several minutes for anyone to show any sign of life, and of course, it was Finn who began to stir first. He pushed himself up to his feet. Blood staining and covering his face. He, on shaky legs, turned around and rolled himself into the ring. The ladder was still set up, and after sitting on the mat for a moment, Finn looked up to the title. That was enough to force him up to his feet and begin to climb the ladder. It was a very slow climb for Finn as he lifted himself up each rung.
Reece finally begins to push himself up. He looks up, noticing Finn beginning to climb. That drives him to push himself up, no matter how injured he was. He rolled into the ring, and made his way up to his feet. Finn reaches up, just fingertips away from the championship. He drops his arm, bracing the ladder and climbing up one last rung. He reaches up…..
And gets hit in the back by Reece Crosslin who’s stepped onto the ladder! Finn doubles over from the unexpected shot. Reece grabs the back of Finn’s tights and pulls him down off of the ladder. Both men land on their feet, and that’s when both threw a forearm to the other - each one hitting. The two continued to exchange strikes until Reece ducks underneath a wild strike attempt from Finn. Finn’s own momentum took him past Reece, and when he spun around..
“8-5-8” Codebreaker from Reece!
Finn bounced off of Reece’s knees and stumbled back to the ropes where he caught himself before falling to the mat. Reece pushed himself up to his feet, and gaining his second wind, Finn pushed himself off of the ropes - charging at Reece …
“FENIAN RISING”!
The slingblade neckbreaker plants Reece on the mat, but now also keeps Finn down.
Once again, they both take moments to show signs of life. Both crawl to opposite sides of the ladder - and then begin to slowly move up each side. They, once again, met on the top of the ladder. Both looked a little shocked that the other is still showing resilience. And once again the two begin to trade strikes on the top of the ladder. Once again, it leads to both climbing to the very last rung possible. Finn hits Reece with a stiff strike to the stomach and cautiously … turns himself around? Now Finn stands on the ladder with his back to his opponent. He reaches back, hooking his arm around Reece’s. Looking into the audience, they all pop - knowing what Finn is thinking of doing. And if he successfully hits his maneuver, “ScRM” off of the top of the ladder, this thing is over. With a deep exhale, Finn squats down and then explodes up, flipping himself up and over Reece and the ladder…
… but Reece hooks his arms around the ladder! Finn flips up and over, only to fall off by himself!
“HO-LY SHIT!” chants again. Finn lays out awkwardly on the mat. Reece is the last person standing on top of the ladder. Looking down over his shoulder, he made sure Finn wasn’t superhuman or something - making another comeback. Reece then reached up and grabbed the championship - unstrapping it from it’s hook.
Winner and Still Ultraviolent Champion: Reece Crosslin
INT. THE MEDICAL AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Dr. Summer Ballard sighs as she finishes bandaging up all the cuts that Paige has suffered on her face. The new member of So-Cal’s medical staff had never in her life seen so many damaged human bodies in one night. Ballard was definitely rethinking her decision to take the job.
DR. SUMMER BALLARD: “Miss Brooks, you've got to go to the hospital. You have dozens of burns all over your body. Your hand has likely been rebroken. Several of these lacerations need staples…”
Alex Covington shot a glare at Paige and shook her head.
ALEX COVINGTON: “She won't listen. You're wasting your breath.”
PAIGE: “For the last time, I'm fucking fine.”
If anything was hurt on Paige, it was her ego. She was so sick of being on the losing side of things. Something had to change.
ALEX COVINGTON: “You look like a Chicago Fire fatality.”
Paige shot a glare over at Alex.
PAIGE: “And I'm going to need you to back the fuck off.”
Alex opened her mouth to reply but before she could, someone walked up behind her.
VOICE (O.S.): “Alexandria Covington?”
Alex whirled around and looked down her nose at Detective Lindzee Holston. Behind Holston were several members of the SDPD.
ALEX COVINGTON: “Can I help you?”
DETECTIVE LINDZEE HOLSTON: “You sure can. You can turn around and place your hands behind your back. You're under arrest for the kidnapping and attempted murder of Rowan Blackwood.”
Alex laughed.
ALEX COVINGTON: “What?! That's ridiculous!”
Lindzee rolled her eyes and two police officers grabbed Alex, turning her around. Lindzee slapped the cuffs on one of Alex’s wrists.
DETECTIVE LINDZEE HOLSTON: “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”
As Lindzee read off Alex’s rights and finished cuffing her, Alex’s desperate blue eyes sought Paige’s. Paige turned away.
ALEX COVINGTON: “I DID THIS FOR YOU PAIGE! You ungrateful bitch! I did this for you!”
Alex kicked and screamed all the way down the hallway as she was hauled out of the Ultraviolent Complex.
CUT TO: INT. THE BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS In a much quieter part of the building, Tiffany was preparing for war. Headphones on, game face on, and she was bouncing around on her feet. Dorian Rampage watched over his prized pupil, the woman he probably loved but couldn't admit out loud. After the song she was listening to ended, Tiffany did a few stretches and removed her headphones. She looked over at Dorian, and he nodded his head.
DORIAN RAMPAGE: “It’s time.”
Tiffany took a deep breath.
TIFFANY: “It’s time.”
With the weight of the world on her shoulders, Tiffany handed Dorian her headphones and turned to head out towards the ring. Before she could take a step, Dorian caught her by the arm. A moment passed between the two of them that was unspoken and intense.
DORIAN RAMPAGE: “Destroy Black.”
TIFFANY: “For my dad and So-Cal.”
Dorian shook his head.
DORIAN RAMPAGE: “No, Tiff. For you.”
Dorian leaned in and brushed a kiss across Tiffany’s soft cheek. The electricity in that brief moment caught them both off guard. Tiffany took a step back, a pretty pink flush spreading across her cheeks. Dorian quickly snapped himself out of the moment and reached for something on the table. He handed Tiffany a kendo stick.
DORIAN RAMPAGE: “Don't hold back.”
Tiffany gripped the kendo stick and smiled.
TIFFANY: “I definitely won't.”
MAIN EVENT: Scaffold Match For Control of So-Cal Ultraviolent - Tiffany Vs. Matthias Black It was now time for the main event of the night. The scaffold is built high over the ring, and once again the volunteers have appeared. The tables they were seen bringing out earlier, they now brought to ringside. Gage Landon and Julian Cortez have settled in their seats in the front row, ready to see who becomes the rightful owner of the company.
Tiffany’s music hits the P.A. and she walks through the black curtain with a kendo stick in hand, to a massive pop from the crowd in the Complex. She looks to Gage Landon, who stands to his feet, clapping for Tiffany. She moves down the walkway to ringside where eyes the tables that were set up by the volunteers. Stopping, she moves her attention from the tables and looks up to the scaffold. With a heavy exhale, she shakes off all of the negative thoughts and begins to climb up the scaffold. Once she reaches the top, she looks out into the ravenous crowd. She looks down, a little nervous of the height. But she knew she had to face her demons. Tonight she faced the biggest demon of all.
Matthias Black.
His music hit and the ‘King of Professional Wrestling’ marched down to the ring. His focus one hundred percent on the scaffold in front of him. Obviously, he’s no stranger to this match. Julian Cortez sits next to Aryanna, both watching their chosen athlete with a lot on his shoulders. Matthias doesn’t even glance in their direction. He stops in front of the ring, and looks up the scaffold. He snarls and begins to climb the scaffold without a second thought. Tiffany stands on her side, watching as her massive opponent climbs up to join her. Standing tall, Matthias finally shows signs of life behind his cold, emotionless face. A smirk crooks his lips and he points down, “It’s a long fall.” Shrugging his shoulders and laughing sadistically. Tiffany doesn’t falter. Her head is in the game.
Matthias would begin the approach to Tiffany. As he lumbered toward her, she readied herself. She swung the kendo stick, striking Matthias’ knee. Repeatedly she struck Matthias with the kendo stick until the knee gave out. He dropped to a knee, and Tiffany lined her rival up for a stiff strike. As she swung, though, Matthias lifted his arm and trapped the kendo stick against him. He powered himself up, grabbing her and slamming her down with a massive spinebuster to the wood boards under them that served as their floor. The kendo stick from Tiffany’s hand fell and moved to the edge of the scaffold. Matthias doesn’t allow Tiffany the time to recover, grabbing her hair and yanking her up to her feet. He held her in place, firing a massive right hand to Tiffany’s face that sends her right down to the surface of the scaffold again.
His power and strength advantage on display, as you could have guessed. Tiffany began to pick herself up, only to be on the receiving end of a massive knee strike to the head that sent her sprawling. The impact of the point of his knee to her head cut her open, blood beginning to trickle down her face and matting her blonde hair near the area of the cut. Tiffany was resilient, though. She quickly turned over and began to push herself up to her feet. Matthias shook his head, grabbing her again and lifting her up. Everytime he did this, they moved closer and closer to the edge of the scaffold. Holding the blonde by her hair, he forced her to look down at the tables that surrounded the ring. “That is how this ends, bitch. Just like your father.”. That gave Tiffany an extra boost for the moment. She spun herself free of Matthias’ grip, and leveled the playing field a little bit with a kick directly between his legs.
She put some distance between herself and the edge of the scaffold. Matthias, who had dropped to his knees in pain, flipped his head up and his fiery eyes locked on Tiffany. Exploding up to his feet, he charged to her only to be on the receiving end of a flying spinning kick that was a very dangerous attempt from the ‘407 Princess’. Tiffany was back up to her feet just a split second before Matthias was, but that’s all it took for her to hoist herself onto his shoulders. With her legs wrapped around his head, this is usually when Tiffany would attempt a hurricanrana to her opponent, but Matthias wasn’t a normal opponent. His strength far surpassed anything she had come across previously. So the attempt of the Hurricanrana didn’t go to well.
Instead he pushed himself up to his feet fully while she struggled to shift her weight. Matthias was going to end this. He marched closer to the edge of the scaffold and threw Tiffany off of his shoulders. POWERBOMBING her right off of the scaffold ! …..
Or so he thought.
As soon as she left his shoulders, he turned around. Adrenaline coursing through his veins as he flexed and roared to the crowd. He didn’t notice that Tiffany had, somehow.. someway caught the edge of the scaffold rail and held on for dear life. The crowd let out a gasp, and Gage look especially worried as Tiffany hung onto the edge of the scaffold. She finally would be able to pull herself up, which garnered a pop from the Ultraviolent faithful. Matthias became confused and slowly turned around to see Tiffany, breathing heavy, and her eyes full of rage standing behind him. With a ferocious roar, she screamed “Come on!” to the self-proclaimed ‘King’, taking a few steps closer to him.
Matthias snarled, charging to his foe. He threw out his arm, attempting a clothesline that would most certainly knock her loopy. But Tiffany used an evasion maneuver straight out of the Matrix that sent Matthias running right past her. He stopped himself and turned around in time to catch Tiffany’s boot to the face from a enzuigiri. Matthias ate the impact of the kick, and staggered. Tiffany hit the ground, but pushed herself back to her feet. Matthias shook off the effect of the kick, and Tiffany look surprised that it didn’t put him down. She kicked him in the stomach, hooking her arm around his head - and jumped up. She had every intention of shifting her weight down, pulling him head first down into the scaffolding floor with a massive jumping DDT. However, Matthias launched her off of him. She landed on her feet a few feet away. She had enough time to look up at Matthias surprised by the counter, before he lunged forward and nearly beheaded her with a massive big boot.
The audience let out a gasp watching the replay on the monitors that someone (Julian or Gage/Colton) have brought in specifically for this match. Tiffany lay sprawled, out cold from the big boot. Matthias takes a moment before reaching down and grabbing Tiffany by the hair again. He lifted her up only to viciously slam her back down to the scaffolding floor using her hair to whip her back down. Her head bounced off of the scaffolding floor, and immediately Matthias dropped. He drove a knee into her chest and would begin to mercilessly drive fists, elbows and forearms into her head. The ruthlessness that Julian Cortez saw in Matthias was on full display, and while he and Aryanna watched confidently (Aryanna still a little disturbed, mind you) the rest of the Complex watched in horror.
Once Matthias felt satisfied, he stopped. Standing up he looked around the Complex, arm’s spread out as boos rained down on him. “This is your choice? This is your great savior?” he shouted out. Tiffany had to reach deep down within herself, knowing the fate of the company rested on her shoulders. She knew Ashtyn, Aliyah, Reece and so many more depended on her. Flipping herself onto her stomach, she used her hands and knees to push herself up. Matthias saw this out of the corner of his eyes, and shook his head at her resilience. He marched back over to her, grabbing her once again. He lifted her up onto his shoulders with ease, and drove her back down with a Samoan drop that shook the ENTIRE scaffold! Everyone “oohh!” ‘ed as they watched the entire structure shake, feeling that it could very well break after that impact. But it stopped shaking. Matthias stood up again, twisting his neck to the sides letting the vertebrae crack. Tiffany found herself out on the ground again, but near the edge once more.
Tiffany’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. Everything in her was telling her to give up, otherwise Matthias would continue this onslaught. But she would never. She lifted her head up enough to look around, noticing where she was and spotting something. She reached out, grabbing the kendo stick she used earlier. She rolled to her side, trying to conceal it the best she could. She waited for Matthias to move back to her, which he did. When he reached out to grab her, she turned and thrusted the kendo stick up into his stomach. Immediately he released what grip he had and backed away holding the area of impact. Tiffany began to rise to her feet, still wielding the kendo stick. She knew if she had a chance in this match, she would have to utilize the kendo stick. Out powering him was never going to happen, and using her speed and agility wasn’t an option.
She marched to Matthias, who was just shaking off the effects of the shot to the stomach. Gripping the weapon tightly at the handle, she reared back and swung with all of her might, hitting Matthias right between the eyes with the kendo stick. Matthias dropped to his knees first, then crumbled to the ground. Tiffany threw the kendo stick over the side of the scaffold. The odds were evened. Matthias was wounded to the point where it was more of a fair game. Tiffany wiped blood from her forehead, stopping it before it trickled into her eyes. She wasn’t aware that Zahra Phoenix had walked down to ringside.
FLASHBACK: So-Cal Ultraviolent “Hell Bound”. July 12th, 2014. Zahra dropped to her knees and began searching under the ring for some kind of weapon. Eventually she found a hammer and slipped it into the back pocket of her skinny jeans. Without thinking twice, she ran around to the other side of the ring and began climbing up the structure that held the scaffold so she could approach Joe from behind. The crowd was screaming at Joe to turn around but he was too busy trying to end the match and push the massive Matthias Black to the ground. The Orange Beach native was just barely hanging on.
Zahra finally made it to the top and as she stepped on the scaffold, she showed no fear. Joe never saw her approaching from behind but when that hammer struck the back of his skull he felt it. And it didn’t feel right. He had taken blows to the head before but this one rocked him. He tried to shake it off but when he got to his feet and turned around, he felt dizzy. Zahra went to slam the hammer into his face, but Joe blocked the blow. The hammer slipped from Zahra’s hands and crashed to the mat. Behind Joe, Matthias Black was back on his feet. Slowly, the hardcore veteran turned around. Matthias went to boot him in the face and send Joe crashing to the mat, but as he went for the move, Joe passed out. He fell to the ground…
PRESENT Zahra dropped to her knees, digging underneath the ring. After enough digging, she pulled out her trusty hammer. She’s all too familiar with this. She ignores the yelling from Gage Landon at ringside, “Zahra! Get out of here! Don’t do this!” he begs. Zahra tucks the hammer into her back pocket and begins to quickly climb the side of the scaffold. She ends up on top, standing up to her feet - positioning herself behind Tiffany. Zahra slips the hammer out of her back pocket and readies to strike Tiffany. All of this reminiscent of July ‘14. Tiffany turns around just as Zahra brings her hand back to swing the hammer. Tiffany smirked, motioning for Zahra to bring it before clenching her hands around the handle of the kendo stick.
With all of this happening, Tiffany didn’t realize that Matthias began to return to his feet. He saw what was happening and motioned for Zahra to move. He squatted down, waiting for Tiffany to turn around. Zahra smiled devilishly and pointed behind Tiffany. Tiffany turned around slowly, and that’s when Matthias sprinted forward looking for a SPEAR on Tiffany! …. But she side-stepped the advance! Tiffany ended up on the other side of the scaffold and Matthias had to slam on his brakes, stopping just before colliding with Zahra. Zahra looks as if her life just flashed before her eyes. When she realized nothing happened, she breathed a sigh of relief. Both she and Matthias stood on the edge of the scaffold, “What the fuck are you doing?! Get down!” Matthias yelled to her.
Zahra tried to protest, “I was trying to help you!” but her defense fell on deaf ears. Matthias didn’t care. He grunted at her, frustrated by her right now. Tiffany had dropped the kendo stick, not needing it. She had something else in mind. She positioned herself right behind Matthias. And just as the big man began to turn himself around, Tiffany jumped up - hitting him with a perfect dropkick right to the jaw. The impact from the dropkick made Matthias stumble back, and while Zahra tried to stop him - she couldn’t. Matthias tumbled back and fell right off of the scaffold .. crashing through two tables at ringside!!
Winner: Tiffany
Zahra turned and watched as Matthias fell. She let out an ear-piercing scream, “MATTHIAS!!!”. After watching her beloved fall, she turned to Tiffany - full of anger. But before she could release some of that rage, Tiffany jumped up again, catching Zahra with a huge enzuigiri that knocked her off of the scaffolding too! Zahra fell to the floor, landing pretty much on top of Matthias.
Gage Landon climbed over the barrier while Colton Carter, Reece Crosslin, Aliyah Turner, Laine and Lindsay Pierce and Elias Barnes all came down the walkway from behind the curtain. Tiffany began to climb down the scaffold on the opposite side from where Matthias fell. Once she was down and standing in the ring, Gage and everyone surrounded her. Tiffany, blood covered, had tears of joy streaming from her eyes. Gage embraced her in a hug before lifting her arm in victory. With her win, Gage Landon and financial partner Colton Carter are now officially in full control of So Cal Ultraviolent. Gage dropped Tiffany’s arm, joining the crowd in applauding the young second-generation athlete. Aliyah Turner and Lindsay Pierce lifted Tiffany onto their shoulders with Reece, Elias, Laine, Colton and Gage all surrounding them.
This picture perfect moment is how So Cal World War ended.
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