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Post by So Cal Ultraviolent on Feb 21, 2017 19:55:24 GMT -5
FOOTAGE FROM EARLIER - PARKING LOT AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS New SCUV Trans-Pacific Champion Aliyah Turner is seen lying unconscious a few feet away from her car. She’s been roughed up pretty badly; busted lip and bloody nose. The camera pans up and sees Zander Blackwood standing over Aliyah, a sick smirk across his face. One of his eyes is swollen shut and he also has a busted mouth, which gives off the indication the champion fought back with all her might. To Zander’s side stands Rowan Blackwood and she’s holding two different things. The first one is a broken kendo stick, her favorite weapon. The second item is the Trans-Pacific Championship.CUT TO: INT. JULIAN CORTEZ’S OFFICE - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Ashtyn Rave, the first ever Queen of California, walks into the Ultraviolent complex despite not being scheduled on the card. She was told personally by Cortez to show tonight, that he needed to speak to her. So she reluctantly showed up. She sat in Julian's office, rather annoyed that she sat here alone. Though, it didn't take too long after filming began that Julian walked in. Closing the door behind him, he approached his desk and sat on the edge. Ashtyn's eyes rose toward Julian, but retained her overall bitchy appearance.
JULIAN CORTEZ "Thanks for meeting me tonight, Ashtyn. We needed to talk."
ASHTYN RAVE "No we don't. I don't even need to fuckin' be here right now. I won your stupid little trophy. I deserve a night off."
JULIAN CORTEZ "Yes, you did win and that is exactly why I haven't scheduled you to compete. It took a lot out of you mentally and physically. But, mija, this is when you need to get your shit together."
Ashtyn's brow raised, annoyingly. Before she could say anything, though..
JULIAN CORTEZ "Not too long ago you nearly overdosed and I had to pay doctors off just to get you out of the hospital in time to make it for your match. Now I hear reports that you're still doing the same stuff."
Julian paused for only a second, not allowing her the time to reply.
JULIAN CORTEZ "After I took control of So-Cal, after all of the legal bullshit was finished, the first call I made was to you. You were a standout star in LLC and you were immediately the foundation of my vision of So-Cal. But in order for that to happen, mija, I need you to cut this shit."
Julian stood and walked around his desk, hands in his pocket as he does.
JULIAN CORTEZ "Let's get something straight. You represent me now, Ashtyn. You have the ability to be a big star in this industry, but no one has given you the opportunity because of your extra-curricular hobbies. No ones given you the chance, except for me. And you can have it all, you really could. This entire company could be yours. But it will only happen if you follow my rules. Ashtyn, don't do something stupid to fuck that all up."
Julian's eyes locked in Ashtyn, and her eyes pierced through him.
JULIAN CORTEZ "Now. Go enjoy the rest of your night off. I'll see you soon, mija."
Without saying a word, which was unusual for her, she shot up to her feet and left the office. CUT TO: FOOTAGE FROM EARLIER. TOMMY KNOX “I’m just about finished with ‘em.”
The picture opens where Jason Cashe is seen looking over Tommy Knox’s shoulder.
JASON CASHE “You were supposed to have these ready by now.”
TOMMY KNOX “Well excuse me sucka, the sharpie I had ran out of ink!”
With a black permanent marker in hand, Knox draws over the gold plate of a championship belt. The side plates are already covered in duct tape with the letters “dPEEg” written across it. Underneath it, a belt nearly identical sits upon a table, strap hanging over the side barely touching the floor.
JASON CASHE “Haha! These are tiiight! We are giving SoCal the Champions they deserve. How many matches we won now? It's about time we are recognized..”
Knowing the ink would smear or eventually fade, the belts would need to be professionally done soon after but this was perfect for the abrupt occasion.
JASON CASHE “Instead of buying new Models we customize what we never lost. It’s maybe the smartest thing you’ve ever thought of.”
TOMMY KNOX “We both know that I'm the brains of this operation.”
With his tongue hanging out of the corner of his mouth, Knox tilts his head to the site, concentrating as his hand guides the marker.
TOMMY KNOX “The locker room needs to step it up. I’m tired of runnin’ through everyone they put in front of us. These belts will go on the line each and every single time for all I care.”
Looking up to Cashe, Knox stands to his feet with the finished championship in hand. Extending his arm forward, he roughly pushes the championship into Cashe’s chest. Grabbing the belt, Cashe turns it around and looks down at the faceplate of it while Knox grabs the other and tosses it over his shoulder.
TOMMY KNOX “I don't give a fuck who they put across that ring from dPEEg, there's only one outcome and that's us doin’ what we’ve been doin’ for years. When’s the last time we lost in a tag match? I'll wait...”
No hesitation, Cashe responds.
JASON CASHE “I don’t remember their names. I was high and you had bailed on me. WCF though, I know that. So 2010.”
Both of them paused staring off as if to let their thoughts catch up with how long it's been.
JASON CASHE “Damn.. And to think all this time has passed and we’re still treating teams like a college chick walking alone at night. Raaaaping the competition. How we do, dPEEg! THE Tag Team of Champions!”
Lifting one of the belts up, Cashe gives it a stare and then looks to Knox. Raising it like a toast.
JASON CASHE “To any tag team, any Champions out there. So-Cal or else where.. We are here.”
Cutting in as good teammates do. Tommy Knox wanted to add to this toast.
TOMMY KNOX “And we ain’t goin’ anywhere! Shit, we’ll take the fight to their backyards, it doesn't matter. Been there and done that shit time and time again. This here is a challenge to anyone in the back, to anyone watchin’ the recap, and to those lurkin’ on the internet wishin’ they could do what dPEEg does.”
Slamming his championship into Cashe’s the two toast.
TOMMY KNOX “If the message wasn’t clear enough, be sure to tune in to W-Balls 187.4 FM on your dial and you’ll hear the same tune from us. Ain’t no selective opponents like a lot of these bitch made punks hidin’ on their turf. We the best out here today and we goin’ to continue makin’ that claim until someone takes the fuckin’ throne!”
Nodding it was clear Jason Cashe was in full agreement.
JASON CASHE “YEAH! This is OUR Kingdom. Heh.. Watch us Reign.”
TOMMY KNOX “Maybe a little much there at the end. Watch us Reign?”
Shaking his head, this was how they worked. Taking small jabs at the other but as loyal as they come to one another.
JASON CASHE “Not a Tag Team Champion, THE Tag Team Champions. Better?”
Again Knox shows his disappointment as his head drops.
TOMMY KNOX “Not really..”
JASON CASHE “Ahhh fuck you then. Go fall down some stairs..”
TOMMY KNOX “You want a reign, we can make it rain in this bitch that's for sure. I have something else in mind though. Let's go catch up with that random Jones dude and pay our biggest fan a visit.”
Walking past Cashe, Knox heads for the door as the camera catches an up close shot of the newly customized dPEEg Tag Team Championship.
JASON CASHE “Yo Dre...”
TOMMY KNOX “Sup?”
JASON CASHE “It’s STILL nuttin but a G thang!”
CUT TO: Now Playing: “Asylum” - Disturbed
--- OPENING MONTAGE SEQUENCE --- - Hailey Banks applying the “PRETTY DISASTER” on Tyler Devlin, submitting him. - Tommy Knox hitting the “AMERICAN HIGHLIFE” on Vintage Ayano, immediately followed by dPEEg celebrating in the ring. - Aliyah Turner achieving her goal, pinning Hanalei Brightly and becoming the new Trans-Pacific Champion - The bloody carnage that ensued in the finals of the King of California tournament, including Sydney’s sickening chairshot to Ashtyn - Rowan diving off of the balcony onto Ashtyn and Sydney - and Ashtyn hitting her Corkscrew Moonsault onto Sydney through a light tubed table. - Final shot of a bloody Ashtyn Rave lifting the King of California cup, Julian Cortez lifting her other hand. --- END OPENING MONTAGE SEQUENCE --- MATCH ONE - Tóxico vs. Lana Hendrix vs. Rowan Blackwood vs. Christian JonesAll four combatants have made their way to the ring. Rowan has Zander at ringside with her, and the other three are out by themselves. The match officially begins with the bell sounding, and immediately Rowan sprints across the ring, taking Lana down with a double leg takedown in the corner. Lana’s head bounces off of the bottom turnbuckle awkwardly. Rowan immediately transitions into a mount, grabbing Lana’s hair with both hands and slamming her head repeatedly off of the mat. After half a dozen times doing this, Rowan shoots back up to her feet, smiling down at Lana who rolls onto her side, holding her head.
Meanwhile, Christian Jones and Toxico have met in the middle of the ring. Jones tries his best to intimidate the Luchador, but he has none of it. He offers up a series of chops and kicks to the bigger man, but those strikes do little against him. Jones just smiles, and hits the Luchador with a hard chop to the chest that immediately puts him down on the mat. Jones looks satisfied with himself as Toxico rolls over onto his knees. Grabbing at his mask, Jones lifts Toxico up and easily powers him into a free corner. Trapping him there, Jones executes a series of his own strikes - each one rocking the luchador. Jones pulls Toxico out of the corner, lifting him up in Military Press fashion. He walks to the center of the ring, holding the Luchador high in the air. Once he stops, he stalls for a second before mercilessly dropping him to the mat with a big crash.
Before Jones can turn around, Rowan charges at him, hitting him with an expertly placed chop block to the back of the right knee. That attack takes the biggest person in the match down to the mat. Rowan is quickly back up to her feet and this is where she begins to assault Jones with a series of stomps and kicks. Jones attempts to push up to a knee and that’s when Rowan sprints to the far ropes - bouncing off and coming back with a stiff Yakuza kick to the side of Jones’ head! Rowan quickly drops, looking for an early pinfall - and gets a two count for her efforts before Jones powers his shoulder up. Rowan shoots back up to her feet but before she could continue any more of her assault on Jones, Lana is back. Lana grabs two handfuls of Rowan’s scarlet locks and pulls her to the mat forcefully and viciously.
Lana stomps at Rowan a couple of times before allowing the King of California finalist up to her feet and hitting her with a stiff European uppercut. Rowan staggered back after the shot, only for Lana to close the gap and lift her knee into Rowan’s stomach. Rowan doubled over, only for Lana to grab her head and do the same strike again .. and again .. and then a knee lift to her face. Rowan ate the shot and ended up flat on her back on the mat. She looked a little dazed from the knee to the face and looked out to Zander who was telling her to get up. Lana’s focus turned to trash talking Rowan, telling her to stay down or she’ll get more. Lana was unprepared for what would happen next. As if she had a sixth sense or something, she turned around just as Toxico was sprinting toward her.
The luchador lept up, wrapping his legs around Lana’s head and whipped her down with a stunning headscissors takedown. Lana hit the mat and rolled into the corner and Toxico was almost immediately up to his feet. He turned to Jones who was just returning to his feet as well in the corner where he had rested. Toxico takes a running charge before executing a cartwheel, to a handspring and then a flying back elbow on Jones as he stood up fully. Toxico quickly followed that up by jumping and turning in mid-air, hitting an enzuigiri kick to the side of Jones’ head. Jones staggers out of the corner and right into Rowan Blackwood who hits her “CRASH AND BURN” sans-chair.
Jones still has enough wit about him to roll away to prevent himself from being pinned. Lana is up and grabs Rowan by her crimson red hair, pulling her up to her feet quickly. Lana positions herself behind Rowan and lifts her up onto her shoulders in a Canadian Backbreaker rack. Lana walks into the middle of the ring, stretching Rowan in an awkward position, applying the submission known simply as “FUCK OFF”. Rowan lets out a painful scream as Lana stretches more before dropping, following up with “FUCK OUTTA’ HERE”, dropping into the backbreaker.
Before Lana could go into a pinning attempt, though, Toxico is stalking. He watches Lana return to her feet and sprints toward her. Lana happened to turn around, again at the wrong time, for Toxico to hit a running-flipping DDT he calls the “TOXIC DRIVER”. The fans let out an “ooh” at the speed and innovation of the move. Lana’s head is driven into the mat and she rolls out of the way. Toxico returns to his feet… “CHIN CHILLAH”! Running Brogue Kick that nearly takes Toxico’s head off. Toxico rolls out of the ring, crashing onto the mat outside. Jones follows him out to make sure the Luchador is out completely, stomping at him.
This leaves Rowan in the ring climbing the turnbuckle. She shows favor to her back once she’s perched, but notices Lana still out from that DDT from Toxico. And with reckless abandon, Rowan leaps off of the top turnbuckle with “IN FLAMES”. A beautiful Swanton Bomb onto Lana and she floats into a pin.
One… Two… Three.
WINNER: Rowan Blackwood [12:44]
CUT TO: EXT. PARKING LOT - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS A car comes to a screeching halt into the lot, slamming in park in a designated parking space. The engine immediately cuts and the driver’s side door opens up - out steps the daughter of So-Cal Ultraviolent owner - Aryanna Cortez. She’s flustered and slams the door of her older model car closed. With a aggravated sigh, she hurries toward the entrance. As soon as she reaches forward to push the door open though, it opens from the inside and she falls forward due to her own momentum. Falling right into -- Noah Reigner who was in the process of exiting the building.
Noah was of sound mind enough to brace himself and hold out his arms to catch her as she fell. He helped her back to a solid vertical base with a smirk.
NOAH REIGNER “In a rush, are we? Gotta’ be more careful.”
ARYANNA CORTEZ “Yeah. Sorry, I’m just really late. Had car troubles. Ugh. Just my luck, too. On the day my dad decided to let me help out during the show.”
NOAH REIGNER “Dad? Oh, you must be Julian’s daughter.”
She smiled, extending her hand.
ARYANNA CORTEZ “Yeah. Aryanna…”
NOAH REIGNER “Noah.”
He said, shaking her hand.
ARYANNA CORTEZ “Hey. So I’m sorry, but I should really be going. It was nice meeting you!”
The handshake broke and Aryanna rushed into the Complex. Noah gave her space and smiled as she past.
NOAH REIGNER “I’ll see you around, Aryanna.”
CUT TO: INT. JULIAN CORTEZ’S OFFICE - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Dr. Emily Brewer is sitting across the owner of So-Cal Ultraviolent. She’s looking down at the clipboard that is in her lap and she seems to have healed pretty nicely from her attack at the hands of Rowan Blackwood a few weeks ago.
JULIAN CORTEZ “So what exactly are you saying?”
DR. EMILY BREWER “I’m saying that Miss Turner is unable to compete tonight. She’s suffered a severe concussion and broken nose and athletes with head injuries have to be monitored and given a chance to heal.”
JULIAN CORTEZ “And this is your professional opinion?”
DR. EMILY BREWER “Well, it’s science. But, yes. I suppose it is my professional opinion.”
An uncomfortable silence fills the office and finally, Dr. Brewer stands up and heads for the door.
JULIAN CORTEZ “Was it your professional opinion that allowed you to engage in a relationship with Gunnar Erikssen?”
Dr. Brewer’s hand is nearly on the doorknob and she freezes. Color floods her cheeks. Standing up straighter, Dr. Brewer takes a moment to collect herself before turning back around and facing Julian. His face is expressionless.
DR. EMILY BREWER “My relationship with Gunnar is irrelevant. It has nothing to do with my profession.”
Julian says nothing and Dr. Brewer leaves the office.
CUT TO: INT. BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Jacqui M. and Vintage Ayano are walking through the backstage area, both dressed in their wrestling gear - ready for their singles matches against Jason Cashe and Tommy Knox tonight. The tag team rivalry that started over twitter didn’t die at King of California. Before anything could happen, Knox and Cashe quickly approached them from behind. Knox grabbed Ayano by the hair and back of the tights, throwing her into the wall directly next to her. Cashe blasted Jacqui in the back with a hard forearm that sent her toppling to the ground.
JASON CASHE “Wanna’ fuckin’ jump us after the match!?”
TOMMY KNOX “We can do that fuckin’ shit too!”
Tommy yelled at Ayano while Cashe did to Jacqui. Jacqui pushed up to her feet and tackled Cashe down to the floor, mounting him and driving punches to his head - only to be stopped by Knox who rips her up by the hair and throws her into the nearby catering table. Jacqui turns around only to be blinded by Cashe, who returned to his feet and took a running charge at her, hitting the “Mark of Jason”!
Ayano returned to her feet and turned to attack the team of dPEEg, but this is when So-Cal security intervene. One of them on each person, Ayano making her way over to Jacqui’s side, dropping to a knee and checking on her.
CUT TO: INT. BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Trixie is walking down the hallway, her eyes glued to her phone. She doesn’t see the unfamiliar brunette that is walking down the hallway towards her. Trixie bumps into the woman and her phone hits the ground.
TRIXIE “Ummmm, excuse me. You should probably watch where you’re going. Fans aren’t supposed to be in this area of the building anyway.”
The woman looks at Trixie like she’s lost her mind, but SCUV’s favorite blond bombshell picks her phone up off the ground and stalks off, clearly insulted. The unknown woman watches Trixie go and the Las Vegas native disappears, this newcomer narrows her dark eyes.
UNKNOWN WOMAN “Fan?”
She smiles.
UNKNOWN WOMAN “Before the end of the night, I’ll make sure no one ever mistakes me for a fan again. The name Paige is about to become synonymous with everything that So-Cal Ultraviolent stands for.”
MATCH TWO - Jason Cashe vs. Jacqui M. Cashe made his way to the ring first, but before he could get there - Jacqui ran out from the back, ignoring the doctors orders to stay back to receive further evaluation. She sprinted behind Cashe, attacking him from behind with a well placed jumping knee to the back, pushing him forward almost to the point where he smashed off of the steps. Instead, he reached up to use them to pull himself up as Jacqui’s striking came to use - firing off kicks to Cashe as he was down. The strikes keep him kneeling and she stops long enough to take a few steps back before charging forward again. She aims a perfect dropkick to the side of Cashe’s head, sandwiching it between her boots and the steel steps. Cashe crumbles to the floor while Jacqui shoots back up to her feet.
“GET UP!” she yells at him, all while stomping him. The referee finally slips out of the ring, pulling Jacqui away for a moment. It’s not often that this happens in So-Cal. Jacqui protests but finally takes a few steps back, allowing the referee to check on Cashe after that impact. Jacqui rolls into the ring and waits in a far corner, hunched forward with her hands on her knees - waiting. Cashe waved the referee off as he returned to his feet. Soon both Cashe and the referee were in the ring and the bell sounded, officially starting the match.
Jacqui sprinted forward, taking Cashe down with a double leg takedown, immediately transitioning into a mount where she begins to fire off punches to the side of Cashe’s head. The furorisity from Jacqui is off of the charts. Cashe brings his arms up to block some of the shots but that’s when she grabs one of his arms and transitions into an armbar, showing that impressive submission technique of hers. Cashe immediately waves his free arm around, looking for the ropes to no luck. He realizes this and uses his weight advantage to roll over toward Jacqui, forcing her shoulders to the mat while she still maintained the submission.
One.. Tw--
Jacqui had no choice but to release the hold before she was counted out for the pin. Both are up to their feet and Cashe attempts a wild clothesline which Jacqui uses her knowledge and speed to duck underneath. She sprints to the far ropes, bounces off and comes back looking for another offensive move - but Cashe puts an immediate stop to that, this time hitting a massive lariat that literally flips Jacqui inside out. Cashe shows from frustration as he quickly picks Jacqui up, muscling her back into the corner where he traps her, hitting repeated blows to the side of the head - then to the stomach - and then back. He then sprints to the ropes adjacent to where he trapped her, bouncing off and coming back to hit a corner climbing knee to Jacqui’s face. The smack of impact echoes in the Ultraviolent Complex. Cashe pulls back, allowing Jacqui to fall out of the corner and onto the mat.
Cashe doesn’t go for the pin though. Instead he rolls her onto her back before, again, running to the ropes. Once he hits them, he comes back and jumps high into the air - falling and hitting a head butt directly to her head. She immediately grabs her head and rolls around. Cashe, too, looks a little dazed but shakes it off and takes his turn mounting Jacqui. He sizes her up, before bringing down a crushing elbow to the side of her head. The power advantage he has, he puts behind the strikes. The point of his elbow driving into Jacqui’s head time and time again. Eventually one of those elbows opens her up just a bit and blood begins to trickle.
Cashe returns to his feet, watching as she shows resilience and pushes up to a knee. Cashe hits the ropes again, coming back and looking for a Shining Wizard attempt, but Jacqui dodges the initial strike and ends up behind Cashe, when she grabs his shorts and rolls him up with a school-boy. The referee slides into position,
One.. Tw--
Cashe powered out before the two. Both returned to their feet and Cashe’s first strike was quicker than Jacqui’s. He hit the shot and she replied with one of her own. Rinse and repeat. Eventually Jacqui would manage to use her speed to block one of his strikes and land a couple in succession. Jacqui would hit a couple of really, really stiff chops to Cashe’s chest, backing him up to the ropes. She then grabs his arm and whips him across the ring. He bounced off the ropes and she showed that bit of ring knowledge - knowing he would attempt another lariat, so she ducked. Cashe stopped dead in his tracks after missing and turned around to… BAM!
...catch a “Jacqui Kick”! It was the same move that KO’ed him at King of California and it looked to do the same thing week. He collapsed to the mat, and Jacqui immediately covered him.
One… Two… Thr----
Cashe kicked out at the last second! Jacqui sat up, in disbelief that he could kickout as he did. She looked up at the referee who held up two fingers, telling her that it was only a two. She let out a frustrated, primal scream before shooting up to her feet. Cashe checked his mouth and rolled up to the ropes. Jacqui grabbed his head and pulled him up to a vertical base. Once there, she turned to run to the ropes - but Cashe reached out, grabbing her hair and yanking her down as she tried to run. He stomped on the fallen ‘Alpha Bitch’ a couple of times before lifting her up and quickly sending her down to the mat with a ‘Dude Kick’. Cashe fell back into the ropes but remained standing. He shook his head once more, shaking off that superkick from moments ago. That’s when he looks up and gets the idea. He ascends the nearby turnbuckle.
He steadies himself up top as Jacqui pushes up to her feet. He waited until she was vertical before jumping off, looking to hit that forward flip senton called “C.o.D”, but Jacqui sidesteps the signature. Cashe crashes and burns on the mat and Jacqui waits. Cashe rolls up to his knees, holding his back with one hand and the other bracing himself. He used it to help push up to his feet and that’s when Jacqui moved. She quickly approached and jumped up, locking her legs around Cashe’s head, cinching in a headscissors that she calls “EMASCULATION”. Cashe stood for as long as he could before he dropped to his knees, and then to the mat. You could tell by his eyes that he was trying to fight out of it, but she squeezed her legs harder.
His arm that reached for the ropes fell limp…. Cashe was out.
WINNER: Jacqui M. [11:32]
CUT TO: INT. JULIAN CORTEZ’S OFFICE - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Julian Cortez is stationed behind his desk, as he normally is during business hours. He’s focused on contracts in front of him, when the door bursts open suddenly. It was so forcefully opened that it swung back, hit the wall and was on it’s way back to closed before John Sullivan pushed his way into the office. Julian looks up, annoyed that someone would interrupt him like this.
JULIAN CORTEZ “Pinche idiota. Is that how you come into your bosses office?”
JOHN SULLIVAN “Sure fuckin’ do. Tell me somethin’. What tha’ fuck are we supposed to do for this match now? Am I supposed to go into a fuckin’ handicap match?”
JULIAN CORTEZ “Shame about your partner, huh? And you know what, for you’re intrusion, I should make you fight both Chance and Bear in a handicap match.”
JOHN SULLIVAN “Don’t fuckin’ care. Just don’t cancel the match. I need to dislocate someone’s fuckin’ face.”
JULIAN CORTEZ “But, señor Sullivan - I will be changing the rules of your match. You won’t be going into a handicap match, instead it’s now going to be a triple threat.”
Sullivan smirked.
JOHN SULLIVAN “Sound good to me.”
Sullivan turned to walk away.
JULIAN CORTEZ “Good luck, amigo.”
CUT TO: INT. BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Hailey Banks, dressed in a small cherry-print bikini, smiles for the camera as the photographer takes yet another picture of her. The happy-go-lucky blond is in a secluded area of the parking lot that has been set up for a photoshoot featuring Hailey for So-Cal’s official website. She’s playing with bubbles and giggles as a stray bubble lands on her nose and pops.
PHOTOGRAPHER: “That’s perfect, Hails. You look fantastic.”
VOICE (O.S. and mocking): “That’s perfect, Hails. You look fantastic.”
Hailey and her photographer both stop as King of California winner, Ashtyn Rave, walks into the picture. She shoots Hailey a look of pure disgust and snarls at the photographer.
PHOTOGRAPHER: “Uhhhh, lets take five.”
He exits leaving Hailey and Ashtyn alone.
HAILEY BANKS: “Congratulations on winning the tournament, Ashtyn.”
She’s sincere and no matter what the situation is, Hailey Banks isn’t going to lose her sunny disposition. Ashtyn just rolls her bloodshot eyes. No doubt she was in the parking lot indulging in her favorite hobby and ignoring Julian’s advice.
ASHTYN RAVE: “Bikini shoots? Bubbles? Who the fuck are you? Where’s the Hailey Banks from LLC who was one of the toughest bitches to step foot inside the fucking ring? Did you come to So-Cal to try and be a diva whore, or did you come here to actually fucking compete?”
Hailey smiles and puts her hands on her hips.
HAILEY BANKS: “I came here to do what I do best, which is win matches and look great while doing it. Just because I’m doing a photoshoot that my boss asked me to do to promote So-Cal’s summer events doesn’t mean I’ve lost my edge.”
Ashtyn scoffs and wipes her nose with the sleeve of her shirt. Hailey isn’t stupid and knows what Ashtyn’s been doing. She gives her former adversary turned friend a disappointed look.
HAILEY BANKS: “If anyone has lost their edge, it’s you.”
ASHTYN RAVE: “Fuck off.”
Without another word exchanged, Ashtyn leaves. Hailey just sighs.
CUT TO: INT. BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Bear Reynolds was backstage, stretching and doing a few warm ups in preparation for tonight’s tag team match (that he assumed was still on). He seemed to have cut ties with his one ally he had here in So Cal, Hanalei Brightly, at King of California when he suplexed her into another dimension. Bear turns around to see not only Noah Reigner approach him, but his bodyguard Eve, as well, who held Noah’s (UWKF) championship. Bear’s eyes darted from her to him. Noah held something in his hand as well, but what yet was unknown. With a smirk on his unshaven face, Noah broke the silence.
NOAH REIGNER “Listen. Not all Revolutions were made to last, dude. But know that you have impressed the right people back here. And whether you know it or not, you have people watching your back.”
Noah placed what he was holding down on a nearby electrical storage box. It was a folded piece of black cloth, much like Julian gave to him two weeks prior. Noah walked past Bear, patting his shoulder on the way by. Eve followed, leaving Bear who was staring down at the folded black fabric.
MATCH THREE - Tommy Knox vs. Vintage Ayano Tommy Knox and Vintage Ayano stand across the ring from one another. There’s definitely no love lost between the two of them due to everything going on between dPeeg and Big In Japan. The minute the bell rings, Knox flies at Ayano and knocks her to the mat with a boot to the face. She falls into the ropes and he begins stomping her down. Knox jerks her up by the hair and goes to whip Vintage across the ropes, but she locks her arm around the ropes to block. Knox tries again, but Vintage rakes him across the face and quickly goes to her corner. Sitting there is the biker chain she likes to use during matches. She wraps it around her fist and slams said fist right into Knox’s face. He stumbles back and Vintage takes him by the arm and whips him into the ropes. Knox does duck her attempt at a clothesline, but when he bounces back at her, Vintage catches him in the gut with her loaded fist. Knox doubles over and Vintage brings him down with a neckbreaker. She goes for a cover but Knox pushes her off before she can even go for a cover. Vintage pulls Knox up to his feet and tosses him into the corner. She backs up a bit, points her loaded fist, and runs looking to hit a decisive smash right into Knox’s face. The Long Beach native catches Vintage in the face with his boot and the Japanese veteran hits the ground. Knox checks his jaw and shakes his head, not sure how Vintage managed to get off to such a hot start in this match. What doesn’t surprise him is the fact that she’s already getting back to her feet.
Knox pushes off the turnbuckle and kicks Vintage in the stomach. The chain slips from her grasp and Knox scoops it up. He gives it a look and decides to dangle it right in opponent’s face before taking it in both hands and wrapping it around her neck. Vintage fights to get out of the choke but Knox pulls them both to the ground. Switching the chain to hand, Knox uses closed-fisted strikes to punish Vintage. Vintage isn’t one to fade quickly thanks to her stellar endurance, and she someone manages to hook her legs on the ropes. There are no rules in So-Cal and since crooked referee Henry Washington hasn’t been seen since Aliyah Turner bullied him a few weeks ago, no one breaks up the chokehold Knox has on Vintage despite the fact she’s in the ropes. But that’s okay because the One Woman Chain Gang uses the strength in her legs to push off of the ropes and somehow get herself out of Tommy Knox’s grasp. That doesn’t deter Knox who jerks Vintage up by the hair, locks his arms around her waist, and German suplexes her right into the turnbuckle. Vintage’s head sickly bounces off the turnbuckle and she rolls out of the ring, dropping down to the mat. An arrogant smirk crosses the face of Tommy Knox. The crowd greets him with somewhat of a mixed reaction as well. He is a douchebag, but the So-Cal crowd kind of like it. It’s all very confusing.
On the outside, Vintage is holding the back of her head. She’s taken her fair share of punishment in this match. Despite that, she’s not done yet. Reaching under the ring she grabs the first thing she can find. When Knox leans between the ropes to pull her back inside the ring, Vintage slams a metal garbage can lid over his head. Knox falls to the ground and lands right beside Vintage who goes absolutely HAM on him. She strikes him over and over again with that lid until it’s a bent up mess and she tosses it into the crowd. No doubt two 13-year old boys with idiotic backyard wrestling dreams are fighting for that thing right now. There is no padding around the ring at the Ultraviolent Complex so when Vintage hits Knox with a bulldog, it’s right there on the concrete floor. Again, the 44-year old goes to the outside of the ring. This time, she produces a long roll of barbed wire. The crowd goes insane knowing they’re about to see someone start bleeding. Vintage carefully unrolls the barbed wire and begins threading it through the ring ropes.
Knox finally comes back to life having taken all those shots to the head with that stupid trash can lid, and when he sees what Vintage has come up with, he reaches under the ring himself. Knox pulls out a black bag and uses his superior speed to beat Vintage to the opposite side of the ring. He’s back inside first and she follows suit, but gets met with a kick to her back. Knox rips open the bag and dumps out the contents. And yes, it’s like a ton of pretty silver thumbtacks.
Like literally hundreds.
Vintage has gotten back to her feet and lunges at Knox with a wild clothesline. He ducks and proceeds to try and catch Vintage with a drop toehold. She doesn’t fall victim and for the next few minutes, the two experienced competitors carefully brawl around the ring, avoiding the pile of thumbtacks and the barbed wire ropes. Vintage’s chain is lying in the corner and as the two opponents are exchanging rights and lefts, they both stop. At the same time, both lunge for the object and once again Knox is able to take advantage of Vintage not possessing a lot of speed. He uses the chain to smash Vintage in the head and she tumbles right into the barbed wire trap she had set.
She lets out a scream of pain as she’s forced into the barbed wire. Knox steps away, wearing a smile as she reaches up holding her head where the chain made contact. Knox drops the chain and grabs her by the back of the head, raking her head across the barbed wire, cutting her flesh and covering her face with a crimson mask. He lets go and immediately wraps his arms around her stomach and hits a release German suplex --- sending her flying into the middle of the ring, landing on all of the thumbtacks that were poured out earlier. Another bone chilling scream from Vintage after she lands.
Knox takes this opportunity to climb to the top turnbuckle. He watches as she settles back and that’s when he flies off, hitting a high-angle Frog Splash known as the “AMERICAN HIGH LIFE”, driving her further into the mat and thumb tacks - but also subjecting himself to the thumbtacks. He winces in pain as the tacks pierce his flesh, but he fights through it and covers Vintage.
One.. Two.. Three
WINNER: Tommy Knox [13:12]
CUT TO: INT. PARKING LOT AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Former Ultraviolent Champion Gunnar Erikssen is seen arriving at the complex with his business manager, Philip Corvington, in tow. Philip is rushing to keep up with Gunnar, who’s in a foul mood judging by the scowl that is across his face. Dr. Emily Brewer is waiting for him. Gunnar’s expression relaxes a bit when he sees Emily, but when he leans in to kiss her, she pulls away.
PHILIP CORVINGTON (muttering) “Oh here we go.”
Gunnar glares down at her.
GUNNAR ERIKSSEN “What the fuck?”
Emily bites down on her bottom lip.
DR. EMILY BREWER “Look. I like you, Gunnar. I really do. But I just don’t-”
GUNNAR ERIKSSEN “You just don’t think you can do this anymore? You don’t want to be with me anymore? Is that what you’re about to fucking say to me?”
Emily takes a cautious step back.
DR. EMILY BREWER “Being attacked was one thing, but now I’m having my professional opinion questioned because of my relationship. Being a doctor means everything to me, and when we got involved you knew my job would always come first.”
Gunnar’s fists clenched at his sides. Philip just looks nervous.
DR. EMILY BREWER “So ummm, I think perhaps it’s for the best if we terminate our relationship.”
Gunnar says nothing and after a moment, Emily heads back inside. The temperamental superstar has turned various shades of red due to his anger and proceeds to slam his fist right into the metal door. Philip jumps and let out a high-pitched gasp. Gunnar just continues to pummel the door until there’s a dent and his knuckles are busted wide open. For the second time in less than ten days, Gunnar Erikssen got dumped.
CUT TO: INT. BACKSTAGE INTERVIEW AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Riley Calix stands with Tara Jacobs, both of them looking uncomfortable. Tara is poised to interview Riley about his return to So-Cal.
TARA JACOBS: “Riley.”
RILEY CALIX: “Tara.”
The exchange isn’t exactly icy, but it’s not warm and fuzzy either. Given the history between these two individuals that’s not really a surprise.
TARA JACOBS: “Right. So later on tonight, you make your long awaited return to So-Cal Ultraviolent facing longtime rival Gunnar Erikssen.”
Tara’s cheeks turn pink after she mentions Gunnar’s name. Riley just sighs. He’s about to reply, when Micaela Peszek slips into the picture. She’s quick to push Tara to the side.
MICAELA PESZEK: “So here’s how this is going to work, and if anyone has a problem with it, they can come find me. You need to stay the fuck away from Ril-”
RILEY CALIX: “Micaela, she has a job to do, just like we do.”
His voice is gentle, but Micaela shots him a death glare.
VOICE (O.S.): “Isn’t this cute?”
Trixie walks into the picture and inside of her usual award winning smile, she’s got her eyes narrowed at Micaela. Tara leaves and Trixie places her hands on her hips. She gives Riley a good look and winks at him, before directing her attention at Micaela.
TRIXIE: “I think it’s an absolute joke that I have to waste my time facing you tonight. I beat you back at Asylum 1 and you’ve done nothing to earn the right of a rematch. No matter how good you are in that ring, you won’t defeat tonight. And believe me, I have no problem going to extreme lengths to make sure I win.”
Trixie pulls a can of hairspray out from behind her back and sprays Micaela in the eyes with it. She throws herself into Riley to knock him out of the way and begins fight with Micaela. Trixie nails the brunette with several decisive strikes and thanks to the hairspray, Micaela is blinded and unable to fight back. Riley springs to his feet and grabs Trixie by the waist, pulling her off of Micaela who is clawing at her own face. He helps Micaela up and takes her hands, using the hem of his shirt to wipe her face. Trixie’s laughter can be heard from down the hallway.
TRIXIE: “See you later, loser!”
CUT TO: INT. JULIAN CORTEZ’S OFFICE - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Julian is standing behind his desk with his back turned. He’s speaking to someone on the phone in Spanish, and the conversation seems to be going really quickly. Without any warning, the door opens and Rowan and Zander Blackwood come barging in. Julian whirls around and narrows his eyes seeing Zander standing in his door and Rowan in front of her husband. Rowan is holding the SCUV Trans-Pacific Championship.
ROWAN BLACKWOOD: “Juuuuuuuuuuuuulian.”
Julian lets out an exhausted sigh and ends his phone conversation.
JULIAN CORTEZ: “And to what do I owe this pleasure?”
His voice is dripping with sarcasm, but it’s lost on Rowan. However, Zander glares at Julian.
ROWAN BLACKWOOD: “We took it upon ourselves to do you a little bitty favor. You see, we took out Aliyah Turner earlier today since she’s an undeserving champion.”
Rowan gently sits the championship across Julian’s desk and gives it a gentle pet almost like it’s her child.
ROWAN BLACKWOOD: “Zander is the greatest Trans-Pacific Champion in So-Cal history and that belt belongs to us. I want a match against Aliyah so it can be my name etched across this belt.”
JULIAN CORTEZ: “Whereas you may have eliminated a problem temporarily, Mrs. Blackwood, I don’t take to kindly to the fact you just barged right on in here. I will consider giving you a match for the championship and in the event it does happen, it will be somewhere down the line when I decide. Comprende?”
Rowan cuts her eyes at Julian and snatches the belt up.
ROWAN BLACKWOOD: “Don’t make the mistake of holding me back. Don’t you fucking dare do that.”
Zander intervenes and gently takes Rowan by the arm. He guides her out of the office, says a few quiet words to her, and then pokes his head back inside.
ZANDER BLACKWOOD: “Remember our conversation earlier in the week, Cortez? You don’t need another enemy.”
MATCH FOUR - Bear Reynolds vs. Chance Kelly vs. John Sullivan Just announced earlier, Julian Cortez has made this match a triple threat match due to the attack on Aliyah Turner earlier in the night. Sullivan makes his way out first, followed by Chance Kelly who was followed by Bear. The three combatant’s enter the ring and almost immediately go at it. Sullivan’s heavy hitting style is quick to send the master-technician Bear sprawling on the mat after a series of punches and forearms that could knock anyone loopy. Sullivan turned to Kelly and was met with closed fist punches by the British Brawler. The shots send Sullivan backing into the ropes, which is where Kelly clotheslines him up and over the top rope to the outside. Kelly follows him out, immediately giving this match the brawling aspect. Bear has sat up, and watches with a look of disgust - shaking his head. So much for a clean fight.
Kelly and Sullivan are exchanging heavy shots on the outside of the ring like the brawlers that they are. Sullivan uses his power to his advantage, grabbing the back of Kelly’s head and forcefully slamming it off of the nearby barrier. Not just once, though. But over and over until Kelly can reach out and grab the barrier, stopping himself. He puts a well placed elbow shot to Sullivan’s stomach, which causes him to release the hold, and now Kelly grabs Sullivan to do the same thing - head first to the barrier, before whipping him directly into the steel steps on the outside of the ring. The combination of Sullivan’s momentum and his weight pushes the steps off of their natural position and away from the ring. Kelly looks to climb up onto the ring apron, but catches a baseball slide dropkick from Bear that sends him flying into the barrier.
Bear ignores every instinct he has and climbs out of the ring to follow in the action. He first locks up with Kelly, using his superior technique to put Kelly down with a beautiful snap suplex onto the concrete. Kelly hits the floor hard and Bear was quickly up to his feet. He spotted Sullivan sprinting toward him and ducks underneath the out-stretched arm of the bigger brawler. Sullivan turns around to a kick to the stomach and he too gets a snap suplex onto the concrete. Kelly is back up and looks to hit a standing dropkick on Bear, who avoids the strike and swats Kelly down to the ground, quickly moving to him and wrapping his arms around the down fighter’s waist and - showing a slight amount of power, deadlifting him for a german suplex!
Kelly hits the ground hard and the fans cheer that maneuver by Bear. An unexpected maneuver from him. Bear returns to his feet only to be blasted with a yakuza style kick from the taller Sullivan. Bear hits the ground hard, the back of his head smacking off of the concrete. Sullivan shakes off the effect of the suplex on the concrete, and with each hand he grabs Bear’s hair and Kelly by the back of the head - pulling them back up to their feet. Sullivan turns his attention to Bear first, grabbing him in an atomic drop position and lifting him before literally throwing the smaller competitor into the crowd! Bear lands on a few fans in the first few rows - and this is the risk they take for sitting front row.
Sullivan turns to Kelly, giving him a stiff boot to the stomach before hitting a beautiful double underhook DDT onto the concrete. Sullivan stands up, turning to the crowd who’s booing him. In a quick motion he reaches out into the crowd, grabbing a fan’s beer, and chugs it right in front of him. Sullivan then turns to Kelly, who was pushing himself up to his feet and smashes the bottle off of his dome. Glass goes everywhere and Kelly goes back down. Sullivan grabs Kelly’s head again, pulling him up to his feet and rolling him back into the ring. In the crowd, Bear has fought back up to his feet and climbed over the barrier. He watches as Sullivan and Kelly re-enter the ring, but takes his time before interjecting.
Kelly is up to his feet before Sullivan is after sliding into the ring. Kelly hits the ropes on the far side of the ring and sprints toward Sullivan who is just now getting back up fully, and hits a vicious running knee to the side of Sullivan’s head. Sullivan goes back down to the mat, and Kelly follows, dropping to a knee and proceeding to choke Sullivan by wrapping both of his hands around his neck. The back of Kelly’s bald head is beginning to bleed from taking the beer bottle moments ago. After a few moments of this, Kelly stops and pulls Sullivan up to his feet, grabbing his arm and positioning for the “SLAG KILLER”, but this is when Bear intervenes.
He slips into the ring behind Kelly and clubs him in the back with a forearm. Sullivan drops to a knee and Kelly turns around to get a kick to the stomach, set up and hit with the piledriver that Bear calls “HEADHUNTED”! Kelly’s head is driven into the mat hard, and Bear rolls him onto his back looking to cover for the pin - but Sullivan stops him before he could do that. Sullivan rips Bear up to his feet, only to have Bear fight back with well-timed forearms to Sullivan’s head. Bear wraps Sullivan up in an Abdominal stretch hold and wrenches back on it. But, right now, his technique is no match for Sullivan’s power. He muscles out of the stretch and hits a hip toss onto Bear. Bear is almost immediately up to his feet, only to catch a super stiff right hand to his jaw. A strike that near knocks the technician out cold. Before he falls to the mat, Sullivan grabs him and underhooks his arms before rapidly hitting repeated headbutts to Bear, a maneuver that he appropriately calls “HILLBILLY HEADBUTTS”.
Sullivan only stops when he feels himself dizzy after the amount of headbutts. Bear falls to the mat, and Sullivan drops with him - covering him for a pin. The referee slides down into position…
One… Two….
Bear is pulled from the ring! Sullivan looks up in bewilderment, and that’s where he see’s Noah Reigner on the outside. Noah had sprinted down to ringside where he reached into the ring, grabbing Bear’s foot and pulling him out of the ring to avoid being pinned. Sullivan remains on his hands and knees, staring out at Noah and Bear. Bear looks a little perplexed at the actions of Noah, too. But Noah just smiled and said “Always watching your back.”
Inside of the ring, before anyone else could react, Kelly was up to his feet and noticed Sullivan’s positioning. He sprinted over to him, jumping as he neared, and placing his boot on the back of Sullivan’s head - driving him down into the mat with a sickening curb stomp that he calls, “NOW SAY GOODNIGHT”! Kelly immediately pulls Sullivan away from the ropes, rolls him over and covers him.
One.. Two.. Three!
Bear slides back into the ring at the last second, but couldn’t break the pin up in time!
WINNER: Chance Kelly [18:54]
CUT TO: EXT. PARKING LOT - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Chance Kelly stumbles out of the Complex, a bottle of whiskey in hand. He didn’t drink all of it right now, but the bottle had next to nothing left inside of it. He took the final swig from the bottle before carelessly tossing it behind him - the bottle hitting the wall of the Complex and shattering upon impact. He made his way to his El Camino, fishing the keys out of the pocket of his baggy, dirty sweater. That’s when a pair of squad cars pulled into the lot, lights on but no sirens. Chance noticed them but didn’t care. He opened the door to his car.
POLICE OFFICER “Sir! Freeze! Do not get into that car.”
CHANCE KELLY “What do you fockin’ want?!”
POLICE OFFICER “Sir, there was video posted online of you drinking and driving this vehicle.”
One of the other officers has moved around the perimeter, behind Chance. With a nod from the commanding officer, he immediately steps forward - pushing Chance against the car and moving his hands behind his back in order to cuff him.
CHANCE KELLY “Get tha’ fock’ off of me unless ya’ gonna’ suck me cock!”
POLICE OFFICER “Sir. You’re under arrest for drinking and driving. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?”
Chance was pulled up from off of his car and directed to a squad car, passing the commanding officer, to whom he spits on.
CHANCE KELLY “Fock’ you, you piece of fockin’ shite!”
He was then put into the back of the squad car.
CUT TO: INT. BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Backstage we find Jason Cashe and Tommy Knox walking through the halls with the newly customized dPEEg Tag Team Championships.
TOMMY KNOX “Don’t give a shit who it is, I’m challengin’ anyone in or outside of So-Cal. They just held that King Of California tournament and crowd a Queen. We the real Kings Of Cali.”
JASON CASHE “You stooooooooopid! There are too many people in this business calling themselves royalty.”
TOMMY KNOX “The Kings of mother fuckin’ Cali, you better ask somebody.”
Turning the corner, Cashe’s attention is quickly drawn as his eyes lock on what's ahead of them.
JASON CASHE “Oh shit, tighten up, there he is.”
TOMMY KNOX “Who?”
JASON CASHE “Jones fool.”
TOMMY KNOX “Random?”
JASON CASHE “The other one.”
TOMMY KNOX “Alan?”
JASON CASHE “No man, look!”
Pointing ahead, Cashe draws Knox’s attention to Christian Jones walking alone and making his way for the entrance.
TOMMY KNOX “Follow my lead, dawg.”
JASON CASHE “Doing that always ends well...”
Cashe says sarcastically as Knox’s pace picks up a bit. Holding his hand up around the side of his mouth to elevate the level of his voice, Knox yells.
TOMMY KNOX “Aayyoooo!”
Stopping in his tracks, Jones looks back over his shoulder where he sees Cashe and Knox approaching from down the hall. The team of dPEEg then begin to jog as they quickly close in on Jones.
TOMMY KNOX “Oh shit, so this the dude you were tellin’ me about?”
JASON CASHE “I don't know, he look familiar.”
TOMMY KNOX “I thought y'all were boys?”
JASON CASHE “Hmm…”
With his half of the dPEEg Tag Team Championships in hand, Cashe strokes his beard in thought. Raising his hand in gesture, Jones attempts to respond before being abruptly interrupted.
TOMMY KNOX “Oh shit, I know where it's from. This that cat who knew that dude that we needed to do that thing for us, right?”
JASON CASHE “Nah, that ain't it.”
TOMMY KNOX “Hold up, he that dude you met after a show a few years back and he carried your bag to the rental?”
JASON CASHE “Bitch I can't remember every face I've bumped into over the years in this business.”
TOMMY KNOX “I KNOW IT!!!”
His eyes light up with joy as a light bulb pops on in his head. Before Knox can even speak, Jones attempts to chime in but this time Cashe cuts him off.
JASON CASHE “Isn't he the guy who won that contest a couple years back?”
TOMMY KNOX “FUCK YEAH!!!”
With a confused look on his face, Jones finally manages to get a word in.
CHRISTIAN JONES “Contest?”
Turning his attention to the trashcan beside them, Knox grabs a half full soda from the top as Jones and Cashe look on in disgust.
TOMMY KNOX “The wet t-shirt contest mother fucker!”
Throwing the soda at Jones, the contents spill all over his shirt as Cashe bursts into laughter. Jones then throws his hand forward, clocking Knox upside the head and knocking him backwards into the wall. Instantly, Cashe throws an elbow shot into Jones’ ear, forcing him to stagger backwards. Wildly, Jones throws a right at Cashe’s head but is quickly cut off from making facial contact as Cashe raises his championship up, slamming it against Jones’ hand. With the other half of the Championships secured in both hands, Knox lunges forward, cracking Jones over the back of the head with it, instantly dropping him to the floor unconscious.
JASON CASHE “Follow your lead? There wasn't any lead!”
TOMMY KNOX “When is there ever?.”
Looking down at Jones, Knox shakes his head before taking a step over him and exiting the building. As his foot nearly clears Jones, the toe of his boot crashes against his temple. Shrugging his shoulders, Cashe then steps over Jones before the two disappear into the darkness of the parking lot.MATCH FIVE - Trixie vs. Micaela Peszek“Take It Off” by The Donnas hits the SCUV sound system and Trixie strolls out from behind the curtains. She's brimming with confidence after getting the better of rival Micaela Peszek earlier in the evening. She raises her arms in the air and does a little twirl for the crowd, allowing them to get pictures of her from all angles. Once Trixie feels like everyone has gotten enough, she starts towards the ring.
From the back, Micaela Peszek comes running. She nails Trixie from behind and the fight is on! Micaela slams Trixie face first into the concrete and behind wailing on her. Trixie desperately tries to cover the back of her head but Micaela jerks her up and walks them both towards the ring. Trixie’s face bounces off the steel ring-steps and when the blond turns around, Micaela clotheslines her down to the ground. Micaela drops to her knees and begins punching Trixie in the face until she manages to draw blood.
Micaela takes a step back and admires the damage she has done. Trixie is clutching at her nose and checking to see how much blood is there. Micaela stomps her in the back of the head and throws her hands up in the air. The fans greet her with a mixed reaction and that’s pretty fair. Thus far, Micaela hasn’t really done anything in So-Cal other than cause a lot of unnecessary drama. After a minute, she pulls Trixie up by the hair and finally tosses her inside the ring.
The referee calls for the bell.
Inside the ring, Trixie is smart enough to roll right to the ropes. Even though the rules are pretty lax in SCUV, this referee decides to hold Micaela off for a few minutes to allow the bodacious blond to collect herself. Micaela waits all of two seconds before she goes back on the attack. Fortunately for Trixie, she’s able to get her hand up and catches Micaela in the eye. The brunette stumbles back and Trixie uses the ropes to hoist herself up. Micaela goes back for Trixie, but Trixie is able to get her foot up and Micaela takes it right in the kisser. Trixie pushes herself off the ropes and takes Micaela down with a clothesline.
Quickly, Trixie wraps her hands around Micaela’s throat and begins choking her. Despite her restricted airflow, Micaela is stronger than Trixie is able to somehow pry her Trixie’s fingers off of her neck. She kicks Trixie back, but Trixie has gotten her second wind and she pounces on Micaela. She continues her assault on Micaela’s neck and throat, and wraps her legs around the self-proclaimed Queen of California’s neck. This time, Micaela isn’t able to fight out. Trixie demands that the referee ask if Micaela is ready to quit. Despite the fact, her face is turning purple, Micaela isn’t ready.
Trixie gets a little frustrated and relinquishes her hold on Micaela. The tall brunette is fighting to get air back into her lungs and starts crawling towards the ropes. Trixie stops that with a double axe-handle to the back. Seizing the opportunity to defeat Micaela for the second time, Trixie locks Micaela into the very painful modified figure-four headscissors lock (aka Carmella’s ‘Code of Silence’). The anguish Micaela is feeling is written all over her face. Trixie pulls back on the hold as hard as she can and Micaela’s hand lifts as if she’s about to tap out.
Then she goes limp.
Trixie lets go and looks up at the referee. She absolutely demands that he check to see if Micaela is out. He picks up Micaela’s arm and lets it drop.
1…
He picks her arm up for a second and lets it drop.
2…
Trixie has gotten to her feet and is standing over Micaela. She’s already got her arms raised in victory. The referee picks Micaela’s arm up for a third and final time, but Micaela jerks it out of his grasp, grabs Trixie, and rolls her up in a small package!
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!!
Trixie and Micaela break apart and both girls get to their feet. Trixie looks furious. Micaela points at her head and smirks. Trixie goes to spear Micaela, but Micaela sidesteps and Trixie just barely stops herself from crashing into the turnbuckle. She whips back around only to eat a dropkick to the face. Micaela slips out of the ring and grabs Trixie by the legs. She pulls Trixie vag-first into the ring post and then slams Trixie’s left knee against the steel. The blond cries out but Miceala is relentless. She quickly wraps her legs through Trixie’s, executing a gorgeous figure-four leglock around the ringpost. Without no count to break the hold, Trixie has no choice but to tap.WINNER: Micaela Peszek [9:45]Relief floods Micaela as she releases the hold and gets to her knees. The referee slips out of the ring to raise her hand in victory. While that’s going on, SCUV newcomer Paige comes flying down to the ring. She grabs Trixie up and plants her right in the center of the ring with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. She glares down at Trixie who is out at this point and decides that in order to make the point that she’s not a damn fan, she’s going to do a little more damage. Paige locks Trixie in her submission finisher, ‘F*ck Like A Star’, and Trixie wakes up and begins tapping like a madwoman.
From the backstage area, another newcomer to So-Cal Ultraviolent Katie Anderson comes running down to the ring. Paige lets go of Trixie and bails, taunting Katie as she walks around the ring and towards the ramp. Katie steps on the bottom rope and exchanges a few choice words with Paige before turning around and going to check on Trixie. CUT TO: INT. BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Riley Calix stood in a spot secluded somewhere within the backstage area. He finished watching Micaela’s match, and next was his. His first match in years due to his leg injury. Riley turned a corner, his attention focused on the tape he wraps around his wrist. After he turned the corner, out of her peripheral, he saw a figure. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked up - seeing Gunnar Erikssen. Behind him was Philip, who stood as far back as possible. Riley didn’t hesitate, stepping forward so that he was face to face with Gunnar.
GUNNAR ERIKSSEN “Ohh look who’s a little eager. If I wanted, I could break every bone in your fuckin’ face right here.”
RILEY CALIX “Go ahead and try, Gunnar. We both know that you have nothing on me, and you’re going to end up embarrassing yourself in that ring just like you and your boys did in that bar in San Fran.”
Gunnar scoffed at Riley’s remark. Laughing it off arrogantly.
GUNNAR ERIKSSEN “The difference is - you don’t have your friend, and a bat. You’re fucked this time, Calix. I’m going to make you my bitch tonight, you know that? Just like I did that fuckin’ slut Tara.”
Riley’s eyes narrowed on Gunnar, who wore a smirk.
GUNNAR ERIKSSEN “I took her from your life and ruined her. Next, I’m going to end your career once and for all. And then take Micaela back to her fuckin’ husband. She belongs in his hands, doing what HE wants her to do. You had your fun, and now I get to have mine when I have you in that ring - showing the world just how much of a fuckin’ pussy you are.”
RILEY CALIX: “Who needs a fuckin’ ring? We can do this right now.”
Gunnar smiled, “never thought you’d ask!” he replied quickly before the two locked in a scuffle. Fists were flying around like a tornado. Immediately Lindsay, Alix and Elias all rush into the scene and separate the two of them. Lindsay and Alix pulling Riley back, who tries to fight them off. Elias holding Gunnar back who watches with a smile.CUT TO: INT. BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS It’s official. Reece Crosslin is back in the Ultraviolent complex. He and Samantha Baltimore walk through the hallways, hand in hand. A huge smile on Reece’s face, you could tell he was really happy to be back. Samantha wore a smile too, but knew that she was officially a So-Cal employee now and anything could be waiting around the next corner for her.
Anything..
And when they rounded that corner, they found themselves in front of Julian Cortez’s office. Reece stops and prepares to knock on that door, that’s been closed over. Samantha lets go of his hand, looking up at him.
SAMANTHA BALTIMORE “Are you sure you want to do that right now?”
REECE CROSSLIN “I just want to thank him for allowing me back when I’m ready.”
SAMANTHA BALTIMORE “But…”
Before she could go on any further, Reece knocked on the door. It opened a little further under the weight of his knocking fist, and Reece allowed himself in. You could hear Julian’s audible groan - interrupted again tonight. Now with him in his office is his daughter, Aryanna Cortez. Julian looked up and the look of annoyance turned into a smirk.
JULIAN CORTEZ “And here he is, the California Condor himself. I wasn’t quite happy with the way the Condor looked the last couple of times I saw you, you know that right?”
REECE CROSSLIN “Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to let you know that I’m well on my way to recovery and I’ll be back in your ring soon, and I can give you a better impression of me.”
JULIAN CORTEZ “Soon?”
Julian smiled.
JULIAN CORTEZ “Seems like someone’s been keeping a secret. Travieso.”
Reece looked puzzled and followed Julian’s gaze to Samantha, who looked down at the floor.
JULIAN CORTEZ “The deal was that you would come back and compete for me - next week, pendejo. Ready or not.”
Reece turned to look back at Julian, a little surprised at all of this.
JULIAN CORTEZ “Also. Samantha signed over herself as well, a two-for-one as she put it. So next week she will begin her official role in the company as well. My new assistant. I suggest you both be here and be on time, I have little patience left for either of you.”
Julian smiled seeing the looks on Reece and Samantha’s faces. Without another word for the owner, Reece and Samantha turned around and made their exit.CUT TO: INT. BACKSTAGE AREA - JULIAN CORTEZ’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS Reece Crosslin and Samantha Baltimore have just left and Aryanna Cortez, who was standing beside her father behind his desk, moves out from behind it. She folds her arms across her chest and gives her father a strange look.
ARYANNA CORTEZ “Personal assistant? Since when have you ever had a personal assistant.”
A knock sounds on the door and Julian lets out a string of Spanish curses.
JULIAN CORTEZ “Since tonight when I decided I need someone sitting outside my door and taking messages. Go open the door, mija.”
Aryanna rolls her eyes but nonetheless complies with her father’s request. Standing on the other side is a man in street clothes, but he’s holding up a badge.
UNIDENTIFIED MAN “Detective Armistead, San Diego P.D. I’m here to speak to Julian Cortez.”
Julian stands up from his desk as Aryanna steps back. Det. Armistead walks into the office and extends his hand for Julian to shake.
JULIAN CORTEZ “What can I help you with?”
Detective Armistead pulls out his phone and shows Julian a picture.
DETECTIVE ARMISTEAD “Do you know this woman?”
Julian takes a good look at the picture. He recognizes the woman.
JULIAN CORTEZ “I don’t know her personally, but I believe she was referred to as Jane Doe.”
Detective Armistead places his phone back in his pocket.
DETECTIVE ARMISTEAD “Her name is Breanna Simpson. I believe she was involved in some sort of religious angle during one of your televised events?”
She was actually almost burned to death and sacrificed thanks to Rowan Blackwood, but Julian didn’t say that.
JULIAN CORTEZ “It was something like that. Are you here because of that?”
Detective Armistead shakes his head.
DETECTIVE ARMISTEAD “Unfortunately not. I’m here because Breanna Simpson went missing two weeks ago upon being discharged from San Diego General Hospital.”
Not even Julian Cortez could hide his look of shock.MAIN EVENT - Riley Calix vs. Gunnar ErikssenRiley Calix wears a scowl on his face thanks to his fight with Gunnar Erikssen just a few minutes ago. Even though he's been looking forward to his in-ring, he can't fully enjoy the moment of hearing his music hit the PA system for the first time in ages. He hides his limp as best he can and pauses before he begins to climb up the steel ring steps. The crowd is chanting his name.
“RI-LEY. RI-LEY. RI-LEY.”
A smile touches his lips. Riley is about to head up the steps when he gets blasted from behind with a steel chair. The chants turn into jeers as Gunnar Erikssen stands above a crumbled Riley, chair raised in the air. He’s smiling like a madman and slams the chair down across Riley’s back again. Riley folds up like an accordion and rolls to his right, leaving the left side of his body exposed to Gunnar. Wanting to end the match before it could even start, Gunnar bangs the chair against the steps and goes to slam it down on Riley’s surgically repaired left leg.
BAM!!!!
Steel meets concrete as Riley rolls out of the way. The 2014 King of California nearly had his career ended right there. Gunnar stalks towards his prey and grabs Riley up by the hair. He goes to whip him into the ring steps, but Riley blocks, reverses the motion, and sends Gunnar crashing shoulder first. Riley picks up the chair that Gunnar bent over his back, screams at his foe to “get the fuck up”, and when Gunnar does, Riley catches him in the abdomen with the back of the chair. Gunnar doubles over and Riley slams the chair down Gunnar’s head. Riley throws the chair down, quickly gets on the apron of the ring, and scales the turnbuckle. With little regard for his own well-being, Riley launches himself off for a moonsault. Gunnar moves out of the way at the last minute!
A hush falls over the crowd at the Ultraviolent Complex. They had began to chant Riley’s name again prior to his high-risk move. Philip Corvington has made his way out to the ring and his holding his hand over his mouth. He looks sick to his stomach. That was just typical Philip. He’s well-known in So-Cal for having a weak stomach, having actually vomited once during a match that saw Gunnar nearly pry Schizo The Clown’s left eye from its socket.
Riley Calix is not moving, though. Gunnar has gotten up and is hovering over the other man. He’s actually laughing and has the nerve to nudge Riley with his foot. He does it again, just to make sure Riley is done before finally he kicks Calix onto his back. Philip shouts at Gunnar to just make the pin, but Gunnar’s not having it. He pulls Riley up by the hair, fully set on punishing the So-Cal favorite. The fans are losing their minds and an actual bottle comes flying out of the crowd and hits Gunnar in the shoulder. It bounces off and shatters on the concrete, not fazing Gunnar in the least little bit. In fact, he leans down and grabs the longest shard of the broken glass that he can find. Without hesitating, Gunnar takes the glass and drives the sharpest end right into Riley’s forehead.
Blood pours from the open wound on Riley’s forehead and it’s enough to wake him and allow him to realize that he is in deep shit. He catches Gunnar in the face with an elbow and follows it up with two more until Gunnar is forced to back off. The reprieve is only temporary because Gunnar comes charging back. Riley clips Gunnar in the right knee - the one that had the ACL tear. Gunnar’s curse can be heard throughout the entire Complex and Riley pulls himself up using the ring apron. Gunnar is clutching at his knee and Riley begins stomping away on it. He knows it’s the only way he can make it out of this match a victor.
Despite the pain in his own leg, Riley jerks Gunnar towards him and wraps the injured limb into a half crab submission. Gunnar grit his teeth, refusing to give Riley Calix the satisfaction of hearing him in pain. It was written all over the man’s face though, especially when Riley wrenched back as far as he could with that hold. Philip is beside himself. He is pacing back and forth on the opposite side of the ring with his head in his hands. The sad part about the situation is that the match isn’t even a match. No bell has rang this entire time. Gunnar and Riley have yet to be inside that ring. Riley has the hold cinched in tight, but he finally releases it. He knows that he’s not going to win the match on the outside - or even before it’s officially started. He gives Gunnar a kick to the right knee for good measure before stepping away for a second.
Riley comes back, grabbing Gunnar by the hair and pulling him up to his feet. Gunnar struggles to put weight on his right leg but manages to fire off an elbow into Riley’s stomach. Riley lets Gunnar go and kicks him in the right leg again before pushing him into the ring, underneath the bottom rope. Riley slides in after him, and that’s when the match officially starts.
Riley drops to his knees, repeatedly driving his forearm into Gunnar’s face. You could see the hate and anger beginning to pour out of Riley as this match progresses. Returning to his feet, he once again focuses on Gunnar’s right leg, stomping on it a couple of times before re-applying the half crab submission, wrenching back on it again. Not only does he want to win this, but crippling Gunnar in the process would be that much more satisfying. Gunnar fights with everything that he has to crawl to the ropes. On the outside, Philip is screaming and shouting at Gunnar to reach - reach, goddamnit!. He even takes the liberty to push the bottom rope into the ring, trying to assist Gunnar in anyway that he could. Turns out, it actually worked. Gunnar grabbed the rope and, while it’s not a rule in So-Cal that the submission needs to break, the referee made the call.
He made the call for the pure reason to check and see if Gunnar was still in condition to fight. Gunnar yells a bunch of profanities at the referee, so he takes it as a “yes”. Riley watches as Gunnar struggles up to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up. Once he stands, he tests his right leg - instantly taking weight off of it and swearing at himself. Riley, like a shark smelling blood, moves to strike. Philip yells up at Gunnar who manages to turn in time and catch Riley with an elbow to the face. Riley backed away, giving Gunnar a couple of more moments to get used to the pain in his leg. Riley shook off the effect of the elbow and moved back to Gunnar, only to be taken down with a quick double leg takedown. Gunnar immediately followed up with mounted punches. Quick, heavy blows by the massive fists of Gunnar.
Riley does his best to cover up, but Gunnar’s ferocity comes out more and more. Eventually Gunnar returns to his feet, grabbing Riley by the hair and pulling him up to his feet - only to hit a massive Exploder suplex right into the corner of the ring. Riley’s folded up when he hits the turnbuckles and crumbles to the mat. Gunnar looks satisfied at the way he manhandles Riley. Limping over to Riley, he grabs him again to lift him up. Propping him up against the turnbuckles, Gunnar lowers his shoulder and drives it hard into Riley’s stomach. He backs away, and does it again. He does this multiple times before stepping back. Riley staggers out of the corner and right into the arms of Gunnar, who executes a release Belly-to-Belly that sends Riley flying through the air. Riley hits in the mat and yells out in pain. He’s being a victim of Gunnar’s raw power and strength.
Riley backs up against the ropes, trying to put separation between him and Gunnar. Gunnar stalks him, though. Limping to Riley, sensing that he could finish the match at any time he wanted. Gunnar bends forward to grab Riley, but Riley kicks at Gunnar’s right leg - eventually landing a well placed one to the kneecap that puts Gunnar down. Riley uses the ropes to pull himself up, and he sprints to the downed Gunnar and hits him with a knee to the head. Gunnar falls, but manages to wrap his legs around Riley’s, tripping him up. Gunnar used what little technique and submission knowledge he has to wrap Riley’s left leg in a leg grapevine and twists his ankle with an ankle lock.
Riley lets out another scream of pain and tries to crawl away - but he can’t drag Gunnar and his weight with his previously broken leg. Riley realizes it’s a lost cause and uses the strength that he has to roll over and slip out of the ankle lock. Now both men return to their feet, both showing favor to their previous injuries. Gunnar, though, charges shoulder first to Riley’s stomach and forces him back into the corner where he immediately goes back into feeding him heavy, closed fist shots to the head. He brings up a big knee into Riley’s stomach before muscling him up to the top rope - sitting him there. Gunnar reaches up, hitting a stiff slap to Riley’s face as he sits perched on the top rope.
Gunnar proceeds to climb up the turnbuckles, despite the fact that Philip yelled at him on the outside of the ring not to do it. Gunnar pays him no mind, climbing up to the middle turnbuckle. He stands and fires another punch at Riley before stepping up to the top. He wants to put this fucker down for good. He wraps his arm around Riley’s neck, looking for a super-plex. Riley, though, has other plans. He fires a few shots to Gunnar’s stomach to loosen Gunnar’s grip. Once he’s accomplished that, Riley grabs Gunnar’s head and hits a massive headbutt that sends the Icelandic fighter down to the mat hard.
Riley slowly stands up on the top rope, wincing in pain as he has to put weight on his left leg. Philip jumps onto the ring apron, waving his arms - yelling and screaming, all trying to distract Riley. But it doesn’t work. Not caring about the sacrifice or the outcome - Riley jumps off of the top rope. He brings both knees up to his chest, feet straight and aiming directly at Gunnar - coming down hard with a double foot stomp that he calls the “CALIX STOMP”!
Riley is in immediate pain afterword, but moves into a cover.
One.. Two.. Three.WINNER: Riley Calix [22:12]Riley rolls off of Gunnar as the security and medical team both come down to ringside. Elias and Lindsay help Riley out of the ring while Emily checks to see if Riley’s okay. Alix and Curtis Everill slide into the ring to check on Gunnar. The pair are helped to the back, one at a time.CUT TO: After Gunnar and Riley have been helped to the back, Rev Theory's "Hell Yea" brings Sydney Hilton to the ring. It was at a very slow pace - still showing the effects of the So Cal Deathmatch that was the finals of the King of California tournament. He was sans Kensington tonight, and dressed casually. He stood center ring with a microphone in hand, his eyes peering off into the crowd. Once his music dies down, he brings the microphone to his mouth.
SYDNEY HILTON "So, I didn't back up the things I said. I didn't win the finals, I didn't become the King of California. But! I am not a sore loser, and I am not out here to bash Ashtyn Rave for doing what she set out to do, or to even downplay the challenge that Rowan Blackwood put forth. They both deserve the recognition. What I am out here for.."
Sydney was cut off by the fans cheering and chanting "ULTRA-VIO-LENT!", while clapping in unison. This Chant for their appreciation for the main event of that event.
SYNDEY HILTON "What I am out here for is to let each and every one of you know that you haven't seen the last of me! I'm not going to take this loss and fade away. Nah! I'll be here and sooner or later, I'll become the Ultraviolent cha--"
A steel chair blasts Sydney Hilton in the back of the head. Unknown to him during the time he was cutting his promo, someone jumped over the crowd barrier, grabbed a chair and slid into the ring behind him. This someone wore a black hooded sweater as he mercilessly beat Sydney to a pulp with the steel chair. Over and over and over again, not stopping when the chair was so dented and mangled that it wasn't effective anymore.
The crowd is stunned, watching with jaws dropped. The hooded figure tosses the chair aside and removes the hood, revealing himself to be..... DICK DEVEREAUX!
Immediately the So-Cal fans who know of him from other promotions break into a "DICK'S GONNA KILL YOU!" chant. Dick wasted no time lifting Sydney’s body up. Sydney was lifeless, being nearly beaten to death with the chair, and Dick carelessly threw him through the ropes, sending him crashing to the floor. Following him out of the ring, Dick grabbed the blonde locks of Sydney, dragging him up to his feet only to throw him hard into the fan barrier - knocking it over, causing Sydney to spill into the crowd. Dick grabs a nearby chair from ringside and folds it, laying it on the apron of the ring before turning back to Sydney who still lays motionless on the ground.
Dick mounts Sydney, hammering the points of his knuckles into Sydney’s head repeatedly. The punches stiffer and stiffer as they come. His bare knuckles opening the wounds that he received at King of California, making the pretty-boy bleed again. Dick stands to his feet, a satisfied smile on his face as Sydney lay, his forehead beginning to bleed profusely. Dick grabs a nearby cable off of the ground, wrapping it around Sydney’s neck and pulling back - choking him now. Sydney’s first reaction was to reach for the cable around his neck, trying to loop his fingers underneath. Dick only did this for a moment before standing again and kicking Sydney directly in the face.
Dick pulls Sydney up to his feet again, directing him to in front of the ring where he rested the chair on the apron. With a stiff kick to the stomach, Dick sets him up in a powerbomb position. And with no hesitation at all, Dick hits that aforementioned powerbomb. A sickening powerbomb… onto the steel chair, that rested on the apron! Sydney landed hard on the chair and instantly screamed out in pain before even falling to the floor. … But Dick wasn’t finished. He grabbed the chair from the ring apron and wrapped it around Sydney’s left ankle.
By now the So-Cal security team and a handful of referee’s have come down to try and stop him, but Dick shoved a few of them away before quickly STOMPING on the chair, causing it to snap closed on Sydney’s ankle. Undoubtedly crushing it completely.
And that was that. Dick walked away. No emotion on his face, no care in the world. He simply walked back into the crowd through the pathway the barrier made when it was knocked over, ending Asylum Episode 4.
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