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Post by So Cal Ultraviolent on Mar 21, 2017 22:01:22 GMT -5
EARLIER TODAY INT. SDPD - SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA - CONTINUOUS Detective Armistead sits behind his desk and he's buried in a mountain of paperwork. A cork board detailing the events that led up to Breanna Simpson’s disappearance are behind him. Detective Armistead looks stressed and frustrated.
VOICE (O.S.) “Hey Derek?”
Detective Armistead, or Derek apparently, looks up at the female that has entered his office. When he sees his longtime partner, his smile softens.
DETECTIVE ARMISTEAD “Look who's back from vacation. How was Cozumel?”
Detective Lindzee Holston ran her fingers through her short, ombré locks and smirked.
DETECTIVE HOLSTON “Boring. There's an Emily Brewer and Gunnar Erikssen here to see you.”
Armistead’s eyes lit up.
DETECTIVE ARMISTEAD “Send them up.”
Holston and Armistead exchanged smirks, almost as if there were a secret between the two of them. Holston left to go get Gunnar and Emily, and Armistead sat back in his seat. He did everything he could not to smile when a timid Dr. Emily Brewer and intimidating Gunnar Erikssen walked into the office. Detective Armistead stood up and extended his hand to both of them. Gunnar didn't acknowledge the gesture. Emily shook the detective’s hand
DETECTIVE ARMISTEAD “What brings both of you by here?”
Emily starts to say something, but pauses. She looks up at Gunnar who nods his head ever so slightly. Emily sighs.
DR. EMILY BREWER “I know when we spoke a couple of weeks ago, I said I didn't want to pursue any legal action against Rowan Blackwood.”
Emily pauses again. Gunnar clears his throat. Emily bites down on her bottom lip. Detective Armistead doesn't even dare to hope that the good doctor of So-Cal Ultraviolent has changed her mind.
DR. EMILY BREWER “Well, I guess I've changed my mind. I have pictures that Doctor Everill took of my injuries after the assault and you've seen the video. I want to press charges against Rowan Blackwood.”
Detective Armistead keeps his expression neutral. In the doorway, behind Gunnar and Emily, stands Holston. She winks at Armistead.
DETECTIVE ARMISTEAD. “Alright. Why don't you take a seat? We need to get an official statement.”
He motions towards the chairs in front of his desk and grabs a legal pad and pen. Emily and Gunnar sit down, and Emily grabs the pad and pen. She goes to start writing, but hesitates. Gunnar nudges her with his shoulder.
GUNNAR ERIKSSEN “Do it.”
EMILY BREWER “Are you sure? What if they come after me once Rowan makes bail?”
GUNNAR ERIKSSEN “Then I fuckin’ kill them.”
Detective Armistead coughed.
DETECTIVE ARMISTEAD “The San Diego PD will make sure you're protected.”
Emily still looks unsure, but nonetheless she starts to write. The scene fades out.
CUT TO Now Playing “Asylum” - Disturbed
--- OPENING MONTAGE SEQUENCE --- - Tommy Knox and Jason Cashe hitting double team maneuvers on Christian Jones. - Jones hitting big, power moves on his opponents before tagging in Finn Whelan. Whelan following up with moves of his own. - Whelan’s standing senton immediately followed by ‘REVELATION 6 4’ for the victory. - Paige shows her power and ruthless aggression when she takes out Bear Reynolds prior to their match, eventually putting him down with the ‘SWEET SACRIFICE’. - Linc Coyne and Paige going back and forth in their match. Both trading big moves before Trixie and Katie Anderson interfere, Trixie hitting the ‘SHINING APPRENTICE’ on Paige. - Coyne finishing off Bear Reynolds for the night, hitting the ‘M.L. ULTRA’ to secure his first victory in So-Cal. - Frankie Stone and Noah Reigner in a hard hitting match, trading signature maneuvers. Reigner picking up the victory with ‘THE REIGNER SPECIAL’ - Chaos ensuing during the women’s tag team match, including interference by Gunnar Erikssen and Riley Calix. - Paige making her presence felt, causing Trixie to be the victim of a roll up pin by Micaela. - Chance Kelly and Dick Devereaux in a bloody, insane match including Chance going through a pane of glass and speared into thumbtacks - Chance Kelly hitting ‘THE FOCKIN’ SHAG’ on Dick Devereaux onto a steel chair. - Noah Reigner cracking Reece Crosslin in the head with a steel chair. - Ashtyn Rave coming to, realizing that Noah Reigner helped her win against Reece Crosslin --- END OPENING MONTAGE SEQUENCE ---
CUT TO INT. BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Trixie and Katie Anderson are seen standing outside the women’s locker room. Both of them look cool, calm, and confident. Trixie is dressed to compete since her match is the first match up. Katie is still dressed her street clothes.
TRIXIE “As long as Stalkerella doesn't show up, I've got this. Lana is nothing more than Tommy Knox’s cheap piece of ass and tonight I'm going to destroy her. She needs to know that just because she associates herself with wrestlers, doesn't mean she is actually one.”
Katie nods her head in agreement.
KATIE ANDERSON "You don't have to worry about Paige. I'll make sure she stays back here, exactly where she belongs. Two weeks ago, we got fucked over by that bitch and that's not going to happen again.”
Katie holds up her hand, pair of beautiful jeweled brass knuckles glittering in the light.
KATIE ANDERSON “We have to get down and dirty to make it in this place, and before tonight is over I'm going to make someone fucking bleed.”
Trixie smirks.
TRIXIE “Tonight is our night.”
CUT TO PRE-TAPED FOOTAGE - OUTSIDE THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Lana Hendrix is seen sitting outside The Ultraviolent Complex. She's back behind the building, towards the dumpster area which is a rather odd place for her to be. Her gorgeous brunette locks are blowing around her face, and she looks into the camera with her cold, green eyes.
LANA HENDRIX “A few weeks ago, I had my debut match here in So-Cal and while I didn't come out the victor, I think I showed several people around here a few things. Don't ever count out the so-called ‘Wildcard.’ Anything can happen inside that squared circle and I stood strong against the likes of Rowan Blackwood, Toxico, and that stupid punk ass piece of shit Christian Jones. Tonight when I step up against Trixie, I'm going to continue to do what I know how to do. I'm going to wrestle and I'm going to fucking fight. Trixie’s biggest asset is her big fucking mouth - whether she's speaking in broken ass sentences or sucking some dude’s shit to get ahead in life. And one thing she's said this week that I do take exception too is the fact she's trying to define me thanks to my relationship.”
Lana stands up and slips her hands in the pockets of her skinny jeans.
LANA HENDRIX “Who I date doesn't fucking define me and it never will. I'm more than someone’s fucking girlfriend. I'm a goddamn wrestler and tonight, when I get my hands on you, you're going to know exactly what I'm capable of.”
Lana smirks and places her hand on the dumpster.
LANA HENDRIX “Trixie, tonight I'm going to do all of So-Cal a favor and expose you for the fucking cum-guzzling whore that you are. When one of your biggest achievements is being proposed to by some wrinkled ass old man, then maybe you're the one who needs to be defined by a man. I'm taking the trash out tonight, bitch. And I really hope you know what you're getting into.”
Lana pats the dumpster and walks off, as the scene fades.
MATCH ONE: Trixie Vs. Lana Hendrix Lana Hendrix is the first competitor to make her way to the ring. The stunning brunette looks ready to strike anyone who comes near her, and as “Take It Off” by The Donnas hits the shitty So-Cal PA system, Lana’s face darkens even more. Trixie has spent the build-up to this match defining Lana by her relationship and referring to her as “Tommy Knox’s Girlfriend.” Clearly women supporting women is something Trixie doesn't get. That being said, everyone’s favorite “Bouncing Bunny” smirks at Lana as she climbs into the ring.
Lana doesn't even bother waiting for the bell to ring. She spears Trixie into the corner and begins driving her stomach into Trixie’s midsection. Trixie is doubled over in pain as Lana backs off and rushes the corner, striking Trixie in the face with her knee. Trixie drops to the mat and that allows Lana to start stomping a mudhole in Trixie. She grabs Trixie up by the hair and throws her into the opposite corner. Once again, Lana rushes her opponent and hits Trixie with a knee to the face. Trixie grabs her face and wisely rolls out of the ring to try and regroup from Lana’s impressive onslaught.
Trixie slams her hand down on the ground in frustration and scowls. She can't believe Lana has gotten off to this kind of start. She stands up, her back to the ring, interacting with the fans about what has taken place so far. They keep screaming at Trixie to turn around, and when she does, Lana jumps off the ring apron and sends Trixie sprawling back against the steel barricades via a missile dropkick. Lana picks herself up off the ground and grins. She knows she's more than just some guy’s girlfriend. As if to punctuate that point, she violently kicks Trixie in the ribs and the blond drops to her knees. It really isn't looking good for Trixie at all.
CUT TO INT. BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS The camera picks up Paige and Eve standing backstage, watching the match on a small monitor. Paige seems pleased that Trixie is getting dominated by Lana Hendrix. Eve is expressionless. Both of them are completely unaware that Katie Anderson is standing further down the hallway, off to the side and out of sight. Katie is just making sure that Paige stays backstage where she belongs and doesn't try to interfere.
CUT TO Lana has gotten Trixie back in the ring and has her locked in a sleeper hold. Trixie is doing her best to pry Lana’s arms off of her, but it's not working. Lana tightens her grip and out of sheer desperation, Trixie reaches up and claws Lana across the face. Lana is forced to let go of Trixie and almost immediately, Trixie slams her fist square in Lana’s face. Lana falls back and Trixie hauls herself up. She takes two handfuls of Lana’s dark locks and tosses her into the corner. Showing a lot of aggression, Trixie stomps Lana down until the she's in a sitting position. Trixie backs up and takes a breath, then flies at Lana. The crowd pops for Trixie’s bronco buster move, even if it is slightly degrading to the person in the receiving end. Trixie gets off and slams her foot right into Lana’s face!
Not wanting to let up, Trixie pulls Lana to the middle of the ring. She takes a moment to pose over Lana’s fallen body which proves to be a huge mistake! Lana grabs a handful of tights and rolls Trixie up for a quick pin!
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Trixie gets up, a pissed off expression on her face. Lana is also up on her feet now. Lana motions for Trixie to come at her and Trixie does just that. The two beauties begin exchanging rights and lefts, and start jockeying for position with one another. Trixie muscles Lana back into the ropes and hits her several forearm shots. She whips Lana across the ring and Lana eats a boot to the face. Trixie bounces off the ropes and Lana finds herself on the receiving end of a “Sexy Legdrop.” Trixie doesn't waste time. She goes for the cover.
1…
2…
Lana gets the shoulder up. Trixie shoots the referee a look.
CUT TO INT. BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Paige shakes her head in disgust at the near fall. She and Eve are still watching the match on the monitor.
PAIGE “Welp, time to make my presence felt.”
EVE “Is that really necessary? What's the point in both of you going back and forth like this?”
PAIGE “The point is, she insulted me and I fucked with her. We keep going back and forth because now it's personal.”
Paige turns and starts to head for the entrance to the ring. She never sees Katie Anderson. Katie grabs Paige by the arm and whirls her around, slamming that loaded fist into Paige’s temple. Paige is out cold. Eve shrieks and charges at Katie, missing with a spear. Eve stops her momentum and turns around but she too ends up knocked the fuck out by Katie Anderson.
KATIE ANDERSON (smirking) “Not on my watch.”
CUT TO Back inside the ring, Trixie is working over Lana while bantering back and forth with the referee. Trixie looks back at the entrance way when she notices Katie Anderson making her way from behind the curtain. Trixie smiles at her partner when she notices the knucks on her hand. Katie returns the smile while taking off the knucks and, in a taunting fashion - dusts off her hands - signifying they are taken care of. Trixie turns around to Lana who was beginning to come to. She rolled over onto her hands and knees, trying to crawl to the ropes. Instead…
Trixie winds up and boots her hard in the stomach. Lana lets out a scream of pain. The scream grows louder when Trixie does it again, this time the toes of her boots hitting her ribcage. Lana dropped to the mat, holding her ribs. The pain on her face was obvious. Trixie, though, smirked at her pain. Trixie took a few steps back, watching as Lana shows all of the heart in the world - pushing herself up, despite the pain. She fights up to a single knee before Trixie charges to her and
“SHINING APPRENTICE”.
Trixie’s knee smashes against Lana’s head, and Lana instantly hits the mat. Trixie drops to her knees and covers Lana. It’s academic after that. One.. Two.. Three!
WINNER: Trixie
CUT TO INT. JULIAN CORTEZ’S OFFICE - ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Julian isn't anywhere in his office, but known associate Noah Reigner is. He sits, leaned back in a chair in front of Julian’s desk, kicked back with his feet propped up on the desk. Aryanna Cortez is opposite of him, seated on the edge of the desk. The two were deep in conversation and she has a bright smile on her face. What happened next would certainly wipe those matching smiles off of their faces.
The door burst open suddenly with such force that it hit the wall behind it. Ashtyn Rave storms into the room, immediately pushing Noah backward in the chair he was leaning back in. The chair fell over and Noah hit the ground. Immediately Ashtyn was on top of him, hammering closed-fist punches to his face. Her teeth clenched and a look of pure rage on her face. Aryanna shot up to her feet and began yelling at Ashtyn to stop, but miss Rave did no such thing.
In fact, she stood up and grabbed the other nearby chair and threw it down on top of Noah, before turning to Julian’s desk. She grabbed the laptop that lay there, slammed it closed and turned to throw that as well…
VOICE (O.S.) “¿Qué mierda estás haciendo?”
Ashtyn stopped dead in her tracks when she heard Julian’s voice. He had walked into his office just as her hands gripped around his laptop. Her eyes narrowed as she looked back and glared at Julian.
ASHTYN RAVE “I’m teaching this fucker a lesson. NOT to stick your nose in my fucking business!”
She turned again, and just as she begun to slam the laptop down on him - Julian’s voice stopped her again.
JULIAN CORTEZ “Mija, I told him to do it.”
Ashtyn snapped around quickly.
ASHTYN RAVE “You … what?”
JULIAN CORTEZ “Told him to.”
Julian casually walked into the office, taking the laptop from her hands before walking around his desk and sitting down. Ashtyn’s emotions were a mix of confused and enraged.
JULIAN CORTEZ “You see, Ashtyn, I take great pride in the fact that you represent me - and I couldn’t allow Reece to get the upper hand on you. So, I saw to it that nothing like that would happen.”
Julian said smugly. Noah has since stood up to his feet, and Aryanna backed away from the situation completely. Ashtyn took a moment before slamming her hands down on the desk, leaning over and looking directly into Julian’s eyes.
ASHTYN RAVE “I don’t need you or anyone else to help me. I never have and I never will. So fuck you, YOU stay out of my business now too! … The next time, it might be you or.. “
Ashtyn eyed Aryanna.
ASHTYN RAVE “Someone else that I find to take my anger out on.”
Ashtyn turned and stormed out of the office again. Julian looked at Noah, and then to Aryanna. He shook his head before reaching into his pocket and withdrawing his cell phone. After inputting the number, he brought the phone to his ear. Moments pass before…
JULIAN CORTEZ “...Do it…”
CUT TO EXT. PARKING LOT AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS The now familiar black Range Rover that belongs to Detective Derek Armistead pulls up to The Ultraviolent Complex. The Range Rover is followed by two squad cars belonging to the SDPD. The doors to the Range Rover open and Detectives Armistead and Holston get out. Four officers get out of the squad cars and together, the group of them make their way towards the backdoor of the Complex.
CUT TO INT. BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Tara Jacobs is standing by, microphone poised. Once she is given the signal from the cameraman, she smiles and begins to speak.
TARA JACOBS “So-Cal Universe, please welcome my guest at this time; the lovely Hailey Banks.”
The camera zooms out a bit and Hailey is seen standing beside Tara. A smile is etched across her beautiful face and she seems ready for her match against Paige.
TARA JACOBS “Hailey, earlier tonight your opponent, Paige, was laid out by Katie Anderson. Have you heard anything about your match getting canceled?”
HAILEY BANKS (shrugging her shoulders) “Your guess is as good as mine. Personally, I hope Paige is good to go because I'm ready to step inside that ring and show the entire So-Cal Universe exactly what I'm capable of. Since day one, people everywhere have underestimated me because I'm pretty, blond, and nice to everyone. But Tara, the biggest lesson I can go out there and teach Paige, as well as everyone else, is to not mistake my kindness for weakness. I'm a former LLC Tag Team Champion and what people don't realize is that those matches weren't exactly easy. They were contested under hardcore rules, extreme environments, and most of the time the odds were stacked against my partner and I. I'm just as quick and technically sound as anyone on this roster and I have a lot of passion. I have so much passion, Tara. Wrestling is what I live for. This is my life! I asked Senor Cortez for this match and I’m -”
VOICE (O.S.) “Yap, yap, yap, yap, yap. Run along, princess. This is my camera time.”
Linc Coyne strolls into the picture, sunglasses on. He lowers them, gives Hailey an up and down glance before pushing them back up on his face, and shoos her out of the way. He snatches the microphone from Tara and motions for camera to zoom in right on his kisser. An arrogant laugh escapes his throat.
LINC COYNE “Two week ago at Asylum, the biggest star to step foot inside this place made his professional wrestling debut. This man went to the ring, put on a masterclass of pure dominance against two highly trained and highly skilled wrestlers. Tonight, this great man takes to the ring once again to put his jujitsu training, fearless persona, and overall tenacity to the test against some My Chemical Romance reject and a woman who claims to be a big deal in Japan. While I can't claim to be some ‘big deal’ (Linc makes air quotes) in Japan, or even brag about my stock in Jeffree Star cosmetics, I can say that I'm going to walk out to that ring tonight, show the ENTIRE world what a real damn superstar looks like, and pick up my second victory here in So-Cal Ultraviolent Wrestling.”
Linc lowers his sunglasses, winks at the camera, and gestures to his physique like he's got the body of “Ravishing” Rick Rude or someone, and saunters off. The camera pans over to Tara and Hailey who both look completely unimpressed by “The Hollywood Stuntman” Linc Coyne.
CUT TO: INT. JULIAN CORTEZ’S OFFICE - ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Dr. Curtis Everill is sitting with Julian Cortez. It's already been an interesting night for the owner of So-Cal Ultraviolent. At the moment, the look on his face is one of pure annoyance. Julian’s personal assistant, Samantha Baltimore is standing beside Julian.
JULIAN CORTEZ “So you're telling me that Paige can't compete tonight due to a swollen eye and the fact that she was knocked unconscious by Katie Anderson?”
Dr. Everill nods and Julian curses.
DR. CURTIS EVERILL “It just seems like a liability, one that we don't need with everything else going on. She needs time to recover.”
JULIAN CORTEZ “Under no circumstances will I ever cancel a match, amigo. Samantha, go round up Whelan, Coyne, and Jacqui and inform them that their match is next. I'll give Paige some more time to recover, but she's getting in that ring tonight whether she can see or not.”
Dr. Everill opens his mouth to argue, but a look from Julian silences him. Everill gets up and heads for the door, looking to make his exit.
JULIAN CORTEZ “Doctor Everill?”
Dr. Everill pauses.
JULIAN CORTEZ “Where’s your colleague at?”
Julian is referring to Dr. Emily Brewer but before Dr. Everill can answer, Detectives Armistead and Holston walk in. A dark look crosses Julian’s face but he masks it pretty quickly.
DETECTIVE ARMISTEAD “I’m just going to cut to the point, Cortez. We have a warrant for Rowan Blackwood’s arrest. As soon as she arrives, we’re taking her down to the station.”
JULIAN CORTEZ “She has a match tonight. She's part of my main event.”
Detective Holston gives Julian a look of disgust.
DETECTIVE HOLSTON “I guess you'll just have to figure something else out.”
Detective Holston flashes the warrant at Julian and exits. Detective Armistead smirks and follows his partner out.
JULIAN CORTEZ “Goddamnit.”
MATCH TWO: Finn Whelan Vs. Linc Coyne Vs. Jacqui M Whelan, Coyne and Jacqui have all entered the ring. They all exchange glances and before the bell could even sound, Coyne is quick to attack. He darts to the corner where Jacqui stands, clubbing her down to her knees with forearms to the back. Whelan watches on and waits for his time to move, which he finds it when Coyne takes a step away from Jacqui and arrogantly asks her, “what’chu got?!” with his arms out to his side. Whelan moved from his corner to behind Coyne, spun him around quickly and grabbed the back of his head, bringing him down viciously onto his knee with a facebreaker type of move.
Jacqui immediately mounts the fallen Coyne and begins to hammer punches to the side of the action-stuntman’s head. It took Whelan grabbing her and pulling her off, to get her to stop. Coyne rolled out of the ring to escape from everything while Jacqui returned to her feet and proceeded to have a stare off with Whelan. Jacqui yelled a few inaudible things at the Seattle Saint before shoving him. Whelan took a step back before lunging forward, attempting a clothesline which Jacqui ducks underneath. She hits the ropes that were behind Whelan, and comes back with a running Big Boot that smacks off of the side of Whelan’s head, sending him down to the mat.
Jacqui turns and meets a springboard forearm from Coyne, who climbed onto the apron and used the top rope as a launch pad. Coyne shoots up to his feet, pointing at his head like he had that planned all along. He turns around and Whelan, who returned to his feet, hit a beautiful dropkick that sent Coyne staggering back into the corner. Whelan was up to his feet again, and followed Coyne into the corner with a charging clothesline. Whelan backed away just as Jacqui came running in. She jumped and turned in mid-air, hitting a flying hip attack to Coyne in the corner. After eating those two running maneuvers, Coyne dropped to a sitting position.
Whelan turned to Jacqui and was met with a running clothesline that took him down to the ground, too. Jacqui let out a primal scream as the adrenaline began to course through her veins. Whelan began to get up, and as he returned to a single knee, Jacqui set up and took her shot… “JACQUI KICK” to the kneeling Whelan! Jacqui immediately moved to cover Whelan, but before a count could even begin - Coyne showed that he wasn’t out of this fight just yet, exploding up to his feet and punt kicking Jacqui directly in the face.
CUT TO: Cameras turn to Samantha Baltimore who came out to ringside where the commentary table sat. Both Jesse Raptors and Christian Nobles were confused as to why she was out here. She stood in front of the table, blocking them from viewing the action in the ring. Her eyes were focused only on Raptors. She wasted no time before leaning over, raising her voice to be heard over the San Diego crowd that reacted to the action going on.
SAMANTHA BALTIMORE “Julian wants to see you in his office. Immediately.”
JESSE RAPTORS “I’m in the middle of calling a match. Can it wait?”
SAMANTHA BALTIMORE “Immediately.”
She turned and walked away. Reluctantly he stood, removed his headset and followed her to the back.
CUT TO: By now Coyne has Jacqui up to her feet. A little bit of blood visible from her mouth. They exchange punches, Coyne getting the upper hand when he incorporates kicks. Jacqui, though, blocks one and uses a kick of her own - right between Coyne’s legs. He lets out a yell of pain and drops to his knees. Before anything else could happen, Whelan moved behind spun Jacqui around and gave her a stiff kick to the stomach. He hooked her head as he spun out so his back was to her. And after a moment of deep breath, he jumps up and flips in mid-air, falling behind Jacqui - bringing her down with a move he calls, “ScRM”. The Asai DDT left Jacqui with the air knocked from her lungs. Whelan reaches out, grabbing her legs and pulling them up for a cover.
One.. Two..
Coyne breaks it up! Coyne grabs Whelan’s hair, pulling him up quickly in order to hit a few kicks to the outside of the legs in rapid succession. Whelan backs up, but still catches a beautiful Capoeira-style spinning heel kick to the face. Whelan drops to a knee, but pushes himself up. Coyne’s adrenaline pushes him on. He sprints to the ropes and jumps onto the middle rope, springboarding off and catching Whelan by the arm, taking him down with a springboard tornado arm drag. The momentum whips Whelan into the corner and he rolls through onto his feet. He rests in the corner, but only for a moment before Coyne sprints in and .. SMACK! “TRAP KICK”! Coyne’s boot smacks off of Whelan’s face and he falls out of the corner.
Coyne turned around just in time to see Jacqui setting up and launching forward with another, “JACQUI KICK”, but Coyne side steps that and avoids it. She plants her foot but isn’t quick enough to turn around before Coyne grabs her and puts her down with his variation of an Angle Slam. Linc kips up afterword and spreads his arms wide, but the San Diego crowd doesn’t shower him with praise like he wants. Instead it’s more of a mixed reaction. He drops his arms to his side in disgust before exiting the ring, grabbing a pair of nunchucks that he stashed underneath the ring. He slid back into the ring, whipping the weapon around in expert fashion.
He stalked Jacqui as she began the push up to her feet. He was looking at cracking her in the face with the nunchucks and when he drew back to whip the other end at her - Whelan grabbed it and snatched it from his hand. Coyne turned around and dropped to the mat before Whelan could use the nunchucks on him. Coyne rolled out of the ring, hands up and backing away. Whelan stared at him through narrow eyes and then turned to Jacqui - BAM nunchuck to the head! Jacqui dropped to the mat again, but almost instantly started moving again. Jacqui wasn’t going to stay down. She was going to fight until her last breath.
And even with nunchucks in his hand, Whelan sprinted to the far ropes and come back, “SEATTLE TERROR” curbstomp on Jacqui! Whelan looked down at Jacqui, but before he could do anything more, Coyne slid back into the ring - hitting Whelan with a stiff forearm to the back of the head that sent Whelan stumbling into the corner. Coyne quickly dropped down, taking the cover and pinfall away from Whelan.
One.. Two.. Three
WINNER: Linc Coyne
Coyne immediately rolled out of the ring again just as Whelan exploded out of the corner looking to attack. Whelan stood in front of the ropes watching as Coyne back pedaled up the walkway, staring at Whelan with a smug smile on his face - shrugging his shoulders.
CUT TO: INT. JULIAN CORTEZ’S OFFICE -- THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX -- CONTINUOUS Samantha Baltimore walks into Julian Cortez’s office, noticing the boss sitting behind his desk - reading over a contract or something. She stops in front of his desk, placing a folder down which causes his eyes to lift from the piece of paper in his hand.
SAMANTHA BALTIMORE “Here you are, Julian --”
JULIAN CORTEZ “Mister Cortez.”
She let out a frustrated sigh and rolled her eyes.
SAMANTHA BALTIMORE “Mister Cortez. All of the paperwork has been completed and filed. This is the receipts for everything for the evening.”
Julian looked away, ignoring her work. His eyes went back to what he had in his hand, but his attention was torn away - once again - by Samantha clearing her throat. He let out an annoyed sigh before he placed his paper down on the desk and looked up again.
SAMANTHA BALTIMORE “Sorry Mister Cortez, but I was just wondering if I could maybe go to the ring to watch Reece tonight. I’m kind of his good luck cha---”
JULIAN CORTEZ “Certainly needed it last week, no? You know, Samantha, I was just looking over this contract that you signed right here - and it states that you cannot be at ringside during any of Reece’s matches.”
Samantha’s jaw dropped. Must have been a clause she didn’t see. She reached out to look for herself, but Julian moved the contract out of reach.
JULIAN CORTEZ “So I guess that answers your question, doesn’t it?”
She frowned, obviously disappointed.
JULIAN CORTEZ “Now that that little matter is handled and won’t be brought up again -- I have a little errand for you run. I need you to find Noah and I need you to tell him something. I need you to tell him, that it’s happening tonight. Right after her match.”
Samantha nodded her head. It took Julian looking from her to the door, for her to clue in to do it right away. She turned on her heels and left the office. As soon as she stepped out of the office, she saw Jesse Raptors standing there having just come from ringside as well. She whispered “good luck” as she walked by. He arched an eyebrow as she walked by, before entering the office himself. He closed the door behind him before turning to face Julian.
JESSE RAPTORS “What’s up, boss? This couldn’t wait until after the show?”
Julian looked up, still maintaining that level of annoyance that he’s dealt with now for most of the night.
JULIAN CORTEZ “Siéntate.”
He said, motioning for the chair. Jesse looked confused for a moment before clueing in and sitting down.
JULIAN CORTEZ “I couldn’t help but to overhear in the commentary feed that you said something I didn’t agree with in the opening match.”
Julian took a drag from the cigar he had lit after Samantha walked out. Jesse stumbled over words until he spat out a coherent sentence.
JESSE RAPTORS “What could I have possibly said that you wouldn’t agree with?”
JULIAN CORTEZ “Something along the lines of both Lana and Trixie needed a cock shoved down their throats so they would shut the fuck up.”
Jesse goes pale. Yes. He said that. He lowered his head in embarrassment.
JULIAN CORTEZ “Let me tell you why you’re here, Jesse. I decided to retain the contracts that were in place when I acquired this company. But Jesse, I don’t like you and that isn’t appropriate for a person of your position to say. So now that you have given me a good enough reason to do this - you’re fired. You can see yourself out of the Complex, ¿sí?”
Jesse didn’t say a word. He stood up and walked out of the office.
MATCH THREE: Paige Vs. Hailey Banks Despite the fact “Word Up” by Gun is playing, SCUV superstar Paige has not made her way to the ring yet. Hailey Banks is patiently waiting for her opponent and talking to the fans at ringside. Only when those fans start pointing to the entrance does Hailey turn around and see Paige slowly walking to the ring. She does indeed have a swollen eye and a small line of stitches are visible above her left eyebrow. Paige’s face looks about as bad as Hulk Hogan’s did at Wrestlemania IX when he unnecessarily won the WWF Championship from Yokozuna in like two minutes. Right as Paige is about to get in the ring, Trixie and Katie come sprinting from the back and attack Paige from behind!
The two friends go to work on Paige and Trixie even slams Paige into the steel ring steps. Hailey slides out of the ring and warns Katie and Trixie off. She's not about getting a victory that way. Trixie holds her hands off and backs off, gesturing at Katie to come with her. Katie takes another cheap shot at Paige, but eventually turns around and follows Trixie back to the back.
CUT TO: INT. BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Rowan and Zander Blackwood are seen entering the Complex for the first time tonight. They’re hand-in-hand and while Rowan looks relaxed, and happy-go-lucky, Zander seems tense and extremely on edge. Rowan tugs her husband’s hand in the direction of the medical area, but Zander shakes his head.
ZANDER BLACKWOOD “Not tonight, Ro. There’s too much going on. We need to lay low, do our jobs, and go home.”
ROWAN BLACKWOOD “But that’s no fun. I want to go see Emily.”
Zander had a hard time resisting that pretty little pout of Rowan’s, but he shook his head.
ZANDER BLACKWOOD “I promise you that any other night but tonight you can see Emily. Tonight, we just take care of Gunnar and Aliyah, show the world why you are the rightful champion.”
Rowan slipped her arms around Zander’s waist and stared lovingly into his eyes.
ROWAN BLACKWOOD “Can we go see our other friend then?”
Zander brushed a loose strand of fiery red hair back off Rowan’s forehead. He placed a gentle kiss on the spot he had just caressed and against his better judgment, he nodded.
VOICE (O.S) “And who is your other friend, Blackwood?”
The Blackwoods turned and saw Detectives Armistead and Holston, along with several uniformed officers. This wasn’t going to end well.
CUT TO: When we return to ringside, the referee is asking Paige if she can compete. Paige seems bothered by all the fuss and pushes the man away from her. Hailey has returned to her corner and is stretching out her limbs, attempting to stay loose. Again, the referee asks Paige if she’s ready to go and as if to answer his question, Paige pushes him out of the way and charges Hailey. Hailey moves out of the way and Paige crashes sternum first into the turnbuckle. She staggers back and Hailey grabs the brunette from behind and brings her down with a devastating backbreaker. Wisely, Hailey drapes herself over Paige and goes for a quick pin.
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Paige powers out!
Hailey decides she is going to keep Paige grounded and wraps the former champion in a pretty little sleeperhold. This goes on for awhile and every now and then, Hailey takes a shot to the injured side of Paige’s face. Even though Hailey is not a mean person, she’s a smart wrestler and she knows that you have to pick apart an injured opponent. It’s the easiest way to win. Paige is fading due to the fact she’s just had an overall rough night. Eventually she just goes limp in Hailey’s arms and the referee has no other choice but to check Paige and she is if she’s still in the match. Hailey releases her sleeper and backs off, allowing the referee to do his job. Paige’s arm falls flat the first time the referee lifts it up. The second time the referee lifts Paige’s arm up, it falls flat again. If it happens to fall a third time, then the “H.B.I.C.” will suffer her second loss in as many matches.
IT DOESN’T DROP!
Paige struggles to open her one good eye, but she’s still in this match. Showing an aggressive side, Hailey immediately puts the boots to Paige. Paige has no choice but to roll to the outside of the ring. Hailey doesn’t even hesitate and goes right for the top rope. When Paige finally gets herself up and turns around, Hailey launches herself off the turnbuckle. She’s looking to hit Paige with a flying crossbody. Right before the two women collide, Paige brings her foot up and catches Hailey in the stomach. Hailey drops to the ground and crumples up in pain. Paige takes a moment to catch her breath and then decides to reach under the ring. She grabs a steel chair and straightens up, holding the chair up in the air. Even though the So-Cal Universe is notorious for being bloodthirsty, they don’t want to see the popular and beautiful Hailey Banks get destroyed by a chair. Paige taps the chair on the ground and slams it right into Hailey’s back! Seizing the moment, Paige does this several more times and finally drops her weapon. She pulls Hailey up by the hair and throws her back in the ring.
Before Paige gets back in the ring, she reaches under the ring once again. This time she pulls out a table and she slides it in the ring. Paige rolls back into the ring and gets up, walking back over to Hailey. Paige bends down to grab Hailey, but Hailey is able to lock her arm around the back of Paige’s neck and roll her up in a quick pin!
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KICKOUT!
Paige is able to break free. She lunges at Hailey, but Hails rolls out of the way. Very quickly, Hailey takes Paige out at the knees and locks the other woman in a modified cloverleaf style submission. Paige grits her teeth and uses her strength to drag both of them towards the ropes. It takes awhile, but Paige finally does get there and Hailey breaks the hold out of a sense of fairness. But she also goes right back on the attack. Hailey presses her knee against the back of Paige’s neck and uses the ropes to choke the Oakland native. Paige is in clear distress and Hailey breaks the hold at the count of four. She gets up and spies the table that Paige brought into the ring. She rushes over to it and begins setting it up.
Hails turns around after setting up the table, noticing that both Trixie and Katie Anderson have made their way back to the ring. Their eyes on Paige as she is using the ropes to pull herself up to her feet. Hailey walks to the other side of the ring, stepping in their view of Paige. Hails yells down at the terrible twosome, telling them not to interfere. Trixie and Katie hold their hands up, fingers crossed and just say they’re watching, they promise. Hailey rolls her eyes and turns around, right into Paige’s arms who locks her in - and executes a flawless release Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Releasing Hailey at just the right angle sending Hailey… crashing through the table!
The table is reduced to shards and splinters of wood and they are now littered everywhere in the immediate area. Paige returns to her feet. She’s well aware that Trixie and Katie are on the outside, and she wants them to watch what happens next. Paige moves to Hailey, grabbing her legs and dragging her out of the mess of broken table. She bends and wraps Hailey’s legs together before turning her over, locking her in the Cloverleaf submission she’s famous for finishing matches with, “FUCK LIKE A STAR”. Paige makes it so that she’s staring down at Trixie and Katie the entire time the submission is locked in.
Hailey lets out a loud scream before trying to fight and claw her way to the ropes. She does eventually make it there, but rope breaks don’t matter in So-Cal. Paige keeps the hold locked in, cinching back harder which leaves Hailey no other option but to tap out..
WINNER: Paige
CUT TO: INT. THE BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS It was a scene of massive chaos backstage as several members of the San Diego PD had Zander Blackwood restrained. The big man was down on the concrete, knight stick across the back of his neck, his handsome face pressed into the ground. Despite his predicament, he was screaming and still trying to fight as Detective Armistead started putting the handcuffs on Rowan Blackwood.
DETECTIVE ARMISTEAD “Rowan Blackwood, you are under arrest for the assaulting and threatening Emily Brewer. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”
Detective Armistead continued reading Rowan her miranda rights. At the same time, Lindsay Pierce was escorting the just fired Jesse Raptors down the hallway, towards the exit. Armistead slung Rowan around and when he did that, her eyes landed on Zander.
Time completely stopped for Rowan Blackwood. Her entire world turned into a blur. The only clear images were Zander’s eyes full of rage, pain, and regret. The only sound she could hear was his voice screaming and cursing. Seeing Zander in that state caused something inside of Rowan to completely snap. She let out a primal scream and started fighting back. She didn’t care about being arrested, but she sure as hell cared about seeing Zander look so miserable. She slammed her head into Armistead’s chin and sent the detective stumbling back. Using every bit of strength in her tiny body and her excellent flexibility, Rowan managed to bring her cuffed hands in front of her. With sheer desperation in her eyes and Detective Holston barreling down on her, Rowan somehow produced a fireball. This time it wasn’t an illusion. She flung it as far as she could right as Holston speared her into the wall. Rowan’s head slammed into the ground and she felt Holston’s fist slam into her face. Rowan’s entire world went black.
The piercing screams of Jesse Raptors echoed throughout the entire Complex has the fireball landed on him and engulfed him in flames.
CUT TO: INT. BACKSTAGE AREA -- THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX -- CONTINUOUS Samantha Baltimore walks through the hallways, searching for Noah Reigner as Julian Cortez instructed her to do. Thankfully, she was on the other side of the building and away from the scene caused by Rowan Blackwood. She finally found him. He was leaning against a wall in an open area, texting someone. She lowered her head and marched in his direction, stopping in front of him. He didn’t look up from his phone, not until Samantha reached out and pushed his hands down.
SAMANTHA BALTIMORE “Sorry, Noah but I--”
NOAH REIGNER “What do you think you’re doing?”
SAMANTHA BALTIMORE “What? Noah. I have a mess--”
NOAH REIGNER “Woah woah. First of all. Don’t touch me. I don’t need to catch whatever the hell you have, alright? Second, I don’t care what you have to say. Nothing you have to say concerns me anyway. I don’t care about your new hairstyle, or what the stupid lady at the nail salon did to your nails. So, go back to doing whatever Julian has you doing.”
He shook his head and went to walk past her, but she stepped in front of him.
SAMANTHA BALTIMORE “I don’t know what your problem is but --”
NOAH REIGNER “Are you deaf, dumb or just fucking stupid? Go back to Julian’s office where you belong.”
Noah pushed her out of his way, which caught the eye of… Reece Crosslin who was just walking by. Samantha let out a shriek as Noah pushed her away, and almost immediately after he was ambushed by Reece Crosslin who ran in and hit Noah with a hard forearm.
Noah instantly doubled over, arms up - protecting his head. Reece’s strikes were quick and hard and when Noah straightened up to try and fight back, he was caught hard in the face with a forearm. Backing away holding his mouth and nose, Reece was able to move back and grab a steel chair. Noah’s trademarked weapon. Folding the chair, Reece lifted it and swung for the fences - catching Noah’s head directly. Noah hit the floor hard, followed immediately by Reece hitting Noah a few more times with the chair.
Noah finally managed to work himself up to his feet and, bam, another chair shot directly to the head. Noah was out cold before he even hit the floor. Reece dropped the chair next to Noah’s body. He never said a word, but just stared down at his rival. Samantha approached him, placing a hand gently on the small of his back.
CUT TO: EXT. PARKING LOT -- THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX -- CONTINUOUS Finn Whelan is seen exiting the Complex. His bag thrown over his shoulder, and a confident swagger in his step. The young man has impressed since arriving in San Diego, and he knows it. He walks out to where he remembered parking his personal vehicle. He had things to do, and places to go - unlike some people who live in the parking lot. He stops walking when he finds his spot - but not because he proceeded to throw his bag into his car. But because the truck belonging to none other than John Sullivan was parked directly behind him. He let out an annoyed groan, and looked around - eventually finding So-Cal Security guard, Elias Barnes doing a perimeter check. As he passed by, Finn stopped him.
FINN WHELAN “Hey man. Some asshole decided to park this stupid truck in front of my car. I need it removed so I can leave. Cool? Any idea when that can happen?”
ELIAS BARNES “What the fuck is wrong with people? Yeah, not a problem man. I’ll have parking enforcement come and remove it ASAP.”
Finn nodded his head, removing his phone from the pocket of his jeans. He moved to stand next to, and lean against his car. Waiting for parking authority to come.
MATCH FOUR: Ashtyn Rave Vs. John Sullivan Vs. Katie Anderson All three competitors stand in the ring, neither moving a muscle. Even though the bell rings, everyone still seems hesitant to move. Sullivan looks over at Katie and then both of them look at Ashtyn Rave. The undefeated superstar laughs and shakes her head. Before Anderson and Sullivan can go for the double team to take Ashtyn down, Rave drops down and rolls out of the ring. She motions for the other two to “have at it” and strolls over to the announce table. Ashtyn takes a seat on top of it, and both Sullivan and Anderson looked confused. That lasts all of two seconds and Sullivan turns on Anderson and knocks her through the ropes with a clubbing blow to the back of the head. Katie tumbles out of the ring and lands right in front of the announce booth, practically at Ashtyn Rave’s feet. The normally aggressive Ashtyn Rave refuses to make a move. Instead, Rave crosses her legs underneath her and makes herself comfortable. It's rather odd behavior from someone who literally tried to kill Noah Reigner earlier and threatened the boss, but who knows why Ashtyn does the things she does.
Sullivan drops to the outside and scoops Katie up. He quickly lays out her with a snap suplex to the concrete and looks at Ashtyn. He takes a shot at the Queen of California but she wisely ducks underneath. Before Ashtyn can get involved, Katie brings her arm up and Sullivan immediately grabs his junk. Katie kicks at Sullivan’s face with her foot and gets back to her feet. She brings Sullivan down with a drop kick and wastes little time in climbing up on the ring apron. She checks behind her and then does a gorgeous backflip, landing directly on top of Sullivan. The crowd pops and the camera cuts to Ashtyn who claps, albeit a bit sarcastically. Katie looks at Ashtyn and basically dares the green-haired goddess to do one better. Ashtyn yawns almost as if she can't even be bothered.
Katie thinks about taking a shot at the Queen, but Sullivan has gotten back to his feet. Katie goes for a dropkick but Sullivan shoves her off. Katie crashes which allows Sullivan to grab a handful of hair and swing Katie into the steel ring steps. He turns towards Ashtyn and the Queen has gotten into a crouch. She launches herself off the announce table but Sullivan catches her! He holds Ashtyn in his arms for a few seconds before turning and ramming her back first into the ringpost! Instead of dropping Ashtyn, Sullivan backs up and slams her into the post again. This time he throws Ashtyn inside the ring and climbs in after her.
Ashtyn holds her lower back but Sullivan puts the boots to it. He gives no fucks about anything and once he's convinced he's damaged that back enough, he grabs Ashtyn and locks her into a camel clutch. Ashtyn cries out, her hand reaching for the ropes, but it's no use. She can't drag John over to the ropes and he continues applying the pressure. From the outside, Katie is stirring and she sees what's going on inside the ring. The sweet Georgia Peach reaches under the ring and grabs the first object she can get her hands on; a wooden crutch. Why that's under the ring, we will never know, but Katie gets back in the ring with it and smashes it into the back of John Sullivan’s head. Sullivan obviously lets go of Ashtyn and falls to the side. He's clutching the back of his skull, FYI. Katie goes nuts and starts beating the hell out of the man with said wooden crutch until it eventually breaks. Smartly, she rolls him over and goes for the cover.
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Ashtyn breaks it up by kicking Katie in the back. The Queen grabs Katie and whips her across the ring. Katie ducks the clothesline attempt, but she does fall victim to a vicious flying roundhouse kick. Ashtyn looks down at her fallen foe and brushes her hair back out of her face. She looks from John to Katie, and decides she's going to pick up a broken piece of the crutch. Ashtyn drops down to her knees and presses the broken crutch across Katie’s throat. The brunette tries to fight out of the choke but Ashtyn used a series of forearms to keep Katie at bay.
Sullivan has recovered enough and sees Katie being choked out by Ashtyn. He nearly takes Ashtyn’s head off with a big boot to the face! Ashtyn sprawls out on canvas and John goes to make the cover.
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KICKOUT!
Ashtyn does manage to get the shoulder up and that prompts John Sullivan to drag them both up to their respective feet. He goes to slug, Ashtyn but she blocks his shot and rakes him across the face. Sullivan staggers back and Ashtyn runs for the ropes. She launches herself at John but he leapfrogs over Ashtyn. Ashtyn comes back at him but he drops to the ground. Ashtyn is able to jump over him but Katie Anderson is there. She takes Ashtyn down with a short arm clothesline!
Ashtyn wisely rolls out of the ring and Katie Anderson finds herself left alone with John Sullivan. Sullivan holds up hands signaling that he wants to have a test of strength with Katie, and she literally looks at him like he's the stupidest human being ever. Sullivan shrugs, kicks her in the stomach, and takes her down with a DDT! He rolls over and hooks Katie’s leg.
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KICKOUT!
Sullivan doesn't seem impressed that Katie has kicked out. He picks her up and tosses her in the corner. Sullivan backs up and charges at Katie absolutely destroying her with a giant splash! Katie slumps down and Sullivan laughs. He's not a nice person to be honest. Sullivan has this in the bag, he thinks. He reaches down, grabbing Katie by her hair and pulling her up and to the middle of the ring. He leaves her there, and she wobbles around for a moment. He still hasn’t removed that shit-eating grin from his face.
Reaching out, he jabbed both thumbs into both of Katie’s eye sockets before quickly hitting a very, very stiff clothesline lariat - a combination that he calls “BEER GOGGLES”. The impact was so hard that Katie hit the mat and literally folded in half. When he dropped to his knees to pin her, he had to push her legs back down to the mat. He then arrogantly placed just his hands on top of her chest, pushing her down.
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KICKOUT!
Katie manages to kick out again. Sullivan now was beginning to grow frustrated with her. He yanked her up again, hitting an atomic drop before hoisting her up again in the same fashion. He began moving his feet, running toward the ropes where he aimed to toss her over - but Katie managed to slide down his back, taking him down with a quick roll up.
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Kickout just after the hand slapped the mat for the second time.
Sullivan blasted up to his feet, and nearly decapitated Katie when she returned to hers with a stiff lariat. All the while, Ashtyn had gathered herself together and climbed onto the ring apron. With her hands clinched around the top rope, she waited. Waited for Sullivan to return to his feet before jumping up onto the top rope, and springboarding off - hitting him with a springboard dropkick! Sullivan hits the mat after absorbing Ashtyn’s kick directly to his chest. Ashtyn is quickly up to her feet where she watches Katie pull herself together.
In perhaps the kindest gesture we’ve ever seen from Ashtyn, she allows Katie up without stopping her. Katie shakes off the effect of that lariat moments ago as Sullivan is beginning to pull himself to his feet. Katie looks to the ropes and charges, bouncing off of them and hitting Sullivan with a “GEORGIA BULLDOG”! Katie springs up to her feet, a smile of satisfaction on her face as Sullivan rolls out of the ring, almost instantly searching under the ring after he drops to the mat on the outside.
Katie’s focus remains on Sullivan. She bends through the ropes, looking to grab him by the hair, but instead he pulls out a fire extinguisher - spraying it directly in her face! Katie falls back, clawing at her eyes. Sullivan slides into the ring and charges at Ashtyn, looking to literally smash the fire extinguisher into her face - but she takes him down with a drop toe hold. He ends up falling, hitting his own head on the fire extinguisher that he dropped. Sullivan doesn’t let that keep him down, though. He pushes back up to his feet only to get a series of kicks to his legs from Ashtyn. She steps back and looks to fire a final kick off - but Sullivan throws a wild lariat looking for Ashtyn --
She ducks, and he hits Katie with it again! Ashtyn slipped behind Sullivan, giving him a hard kick between the legs that sends the bigger man dropping to his knees and rolling out of harms way. Ashtyn grabs Katie’s arm and immediately moves into an armbar submission. Immediately Katie frantically searches for the ropes, or anything to help her break the hold.. But nothing. Katie does manage to roll off of her back, pushing Ashtyn onto her’s - and from here just when it looks like Katie can either slip out of this or take advantage, Ashtyn beautifully transitions into a triangle choke! This transition she calls, “OVERDOSE”. And once it’s locked in tightly, there’s no choice but for Katie to tap out.
WINNER: Ashtyn Rave
Releasing the hold, Ashtyn Rave returns to her feet. She looks down at Katie and as normal with her, there was no taunting of any kind or even a look of emotion on her face. After shaking her head, she moved to the ropes looking to make her exit and return to the backstage area for the simple reason that she could leave. However, before she had the chance of exiting the ring - someone jumped over the crowd barrier and slid into the ring behind her. Black metal baseball bat in hand, Dick Devereaux positions himself behind Ashtyn. She stops and turns around, feeling the presence of someone and..
BAM!
..baseball bat directly to the face! Ashtyn immediately hits the mat. The impact from the shot directly to the face was enough to cause her to bleed, heavily. Whether it was from a cut on the head or a busted nose, we’re not sure right now, but she’s gushing blood. He drops the baseball bat before grabbing Ashtyn by her blood soaked hair, ripping her up to her feet only to carelessly throw her to the outside of the ring. He follows her out and lifts her to her feet again, setting her up for… and hitting a devastating powerbomb onto the ring apron!
Ashtyn’s mid-back landed hard on the edge of the apron before she folded over after hitting the floor. Dick stood over the bloody and broken Queen of California. That’s when everyone’s attention turned to the entrance way. So-Cal owner, Julian Cortez has stepped out from behind the curtain with a microphone in hand.
JULIAN CORTEZ “Mija, can you hear me?”
Julian walked closer. Ashtyn started to move a little, but not much.
JULIAN CORTEZ “I told you before - if you follow my rules, the world could be yours. But you had to rebel. You had to be a spoiled brat, even after everything that I have given to you. Without me, Ashtyn, you would be dead in an alleyway somewhere. You certainly would not be the Queen of California.”
Julian now stopped next to Dick, and stared down at Ashtyn.
JULIAN CORTEZ “Ashtyn - meet Dick Devereaux. This is my new choice to be the face of So Cal Ultraviolent. You are finished.”
Julian turned to look at the San Diego crowd.
JULIAN CORTEZ “San Diego, welcome …. Los Renegados!”
Dick removed his leather jacket revealing the Los Renegados shirt.
Reece Crosslin made his way out immediately after the reveal. Dick has returned to the ring where he grabbed his baseball bat. He twirled it around in his hand, other hand motioning for Crosslin to enter the ring. Crosslin passed by Julian Cortez where the two locked eyes in a heated staredown. Cortez smirked and walked past Crosslin, headed back his office no doubt. Crosslin returned his attention to Dick in the ring before cautiously entering, not wanting to be blindsided with that baseball bat. Once he was in the ring, the two charged at one another.
MATCH FIVE: Reece Crosslin Vs. Dick Devereaux Crosslin ducked underneath a swing of the baseball bat from Dick. Dick spun around and caught a spinning heel kick to the stomach from Crosslin, which not only forced him to drop the baseball bat but to double over as well. Crosslin hit the ropes and came back, flipping over Dick who was still hunched forward. Landing on his feet behind Dick, Crosslin wrapped his arms around his waist, pushing him to the ropes - looking to roll him back for a pinning attempt. Dick, though, hooked his arms around the top rope and Crosslin only rolled with himself. Crosslin was back up to his feet in a flash, though, and charged to Dick - only to eat a back elbow strike.
Crosslin backs away holding his jaw, giving Dick the time to turn around and explode off of the ropes with a stiff clothesline which folds Crosslin in half. The San Diego crowd lets out a collective “ohh” at the impact. Dick stomps on the fallen golden boy of San Diego, disregarding the referee asking him to allow him to his feet. Dick reaches out, grabbing Crosslin and lifting him to his feet - only to whip him hard into the corner. Crosslin hits the turnbuckles hard, but has the whereabout in him to duck as Dick runs into the corner, lifting him up with a back body drop that sends him crashing to the outside of the ring. By now the security and medical staff have assisted Ashtyn to the back, leaving just Dick on the outside.
Inside of the ring, Crosslin readies himself before taking a few steps to the center of the ring. He runs to the ropes closest to where he sent Dick over, and bounces off. He sprints to the far side, hitting those ropes as well to build up even more speed before coming back and diving through the top and middle ropes like an arrow - hitting Dick just as he got up to his feet! The crowd cheers as Crosslin returns to his feet. The impact of that suicide dive sent Dick barrelling into the crowd barrier, pushing it back - deep within the crowd. It took a few moments for him to pull himself together, and when he did he was met by Crosslin who charged to him and caught him with a stiff running Yakuza kick.
The slap of his boot connecting with Dick’s face was heard crystal clear over the cheering. Dick slumped to the ground, but Crosslin gave him no time to rest. Crosslin grabbed the ‘Los Renegados’ representative by the head, pulling him up to his feet and dragging him back to the ring. Before Crosslin could put him back in, though, Dick caught the Condor with a stiff elbow right to the ribcage. Crosslin released his grip and Dick gave him a slight push to cause separation. Dick gathered himself together to catch Crosslin with a spinning powerslam onto the concrete as he came charging at him.
Crosslin let out a scream of pain. Dick remained kneeling beside Crosslin, grabbing a handful of hair before firing a closed fist right between Crosslin’s eyes. Over and over, punch after punch. Crosslin kicks and flails after every strike, and the San Diego crowd boos louder and louder - but Dick doesn’t give a fuck. He stops when he’s ready to. And he only stops because he has another idea.
He moves back to the ring, looking underneath and eventually pulling out a table. A table that he knows is there because as it’s revealed, the words “REECE CROSSLIN” are spray painted black on the table top. With a sadistic grin, he slides the table into the ring before entering himself. He grabs a hold of the table before lifting it up and standing it up against one of the corners.
On the outside of the ring, Crosslin rolled onto his hands and knees and reached underneath the ring as well. He withdraws a steel chair before returning to his feet. Dick reaches out over the top rope, grabbing Crosslin’s hair with every intention of pulling him up onto the ring apron - he was completely unaware that Crosslin retrieved a chair. That is until…
BAM!
Crosslin swung the chair up and connected with Dick’s head. Dick immediately let go of Crosslin’s hair and staggered back into the ring. Crosslin turned around to face the ring, slid the chair in underneath the bottom rope and climbed onto the apron. He ran along the apron and climbed the corner, up to the top turnbuckle. He waited, perched there. Dick shook off the effect of the chair shot only to look up and see Crosslin leaping off of the top turnbuckle. He wrapped his legs around Dick’s head, Diving Hurricanrana...
NO!
Dick stopped Crosslin from using his weight to whip him down to the mat. Instead he caught him mid swing down, and powered him back up into a powerbomb.. Before running to the corner..
CRASH
Running powerbomb through the table he sat up in the corner! The San Diego crowd erupts, “Ho-ly Shit! Ho-ly Shit!”
Dick walks back to the center of the ring and stares down at the carnage that is before him.. And a sick grin crosses his face. Reece Crosslin sits motionless in the carnage of broken wood from the table. Moving into the corner, Dick grabs Crosslin and drags him to his feet. Crosslin can barely stand on his own, so when Dick spins to hit a discus clothesline and Crosslin ducks to avoid impact the crowd is stunned. But even more stunning was when Crosslin caught Dick and hit the “PRAYER OF SAINT JAMES”!
Dick laid out on the mat, and we’re pretty sure Crosslin spent the last of his adrenaline hitting that sequence. The San Diego crowd is going absolutely nuts for this, though. The “Ho-ly Shit!” chants turn into “CROSS-LIN! CROSS-LIN!”, which the crowd uses to get the hometown boy back into the match. Crosslin pushes himself up to his hands and knees, slapping the mat in unison with the chants, trying to rebuild that stamina. Dick, surprised by the signature maneuver from Crosslin, rolls onto his side and begins to work himself up as well.
Both men eventually return to their feet, and Dick throws a wild right hand that Crosslin blocks and explodes up with a jumping knee strike. Crosslin’s knee smacks off of Dick’s jaw, and Dick stumbles backward. Crosslin lands on his feet and hits the ropes behind him, sprinting back and hitting a jumping Spinning Heelkick to Dick, taking him down again. Crosslin looks into the sea of San Diegan’s and motions for the match to be over.
He grabs Dick’s legs and proceeds to wrap his limbs into the move he calls the “CALIFORNIA SUNRISE”! The variation of the Tequila Sunrise that Konnan made popular, sends the crowd into a frenzy. Dick’s arm flails about, reaching for the ropes or anything that he could use to cause Crosslin to release the hold - but nothing works. Dick’s arm raises and it looks as if he’s going to tap when…
Reece spots Noah Reigner walking out from behind the curtain. Crosslin immediately released the hold and fetched the chair that he slid into the ring earlier, holding it up and motioning to Noah to get into the ring. Begging him even. Noah’s pace toward the ring never increased. He casually walked down, with a smirk on his face. Any other person would be looking for revenge after Crosslin attacked them earlier - but Noah had other motives.
Unbeknownist to Crosslin, Eve hopped the barrier behind everyone and slid in Dick’s baseball bat that he used against Ashtyn just before the match. Dick grabbed the bat as he made his way up to his feet. Dick stood up tall behind Crosslin, both hands gripping the baseball bat. He was going to Jose Canseco Crosslin. Noah stopped just before the ring apron, and pointed behind Crosslin. Crosslin didn’t drop the chair any lower, but turned around..
CRACK!
The baseball bat collided with the steel chair, causing it to hit Crosslin directly in the face! Crosslin hit the mat hard, and Dick dropped the bat. With an evil grin on his face, Dick grabbed Crosslin by the hair and pulled him to his feet before turning himself around so that he faced away from Crosslin. Reaching behind him, Dick positioned Crosslin on his back before hitting his infamous finishing maneuver, the “PIPEBOMB”. If the baseball bat/into the steel chair didn’t do it, the backpack stunner was enough to knock Crosslin out. Dick covered Crosslin and the referee dropped to count…
One.. Two.. Three.
WINNER: Dick Devereaux
Noah Reigner climbed into the ring just as Dick stood up. Noah leaned down, yelling into Crosslin’s face - “This is over when I say it’s over. I’m going to fucking end you.” And with that, Noah stood up and unzipped the jacket his wore - also revealing a “Los Renegados” shirt. The same one that Dick wore. The two of them stood tall in the ring. Noah over Reece’s body, and Dick now mounting the middle rope and pointing his trusty baseball bat into the crowd.
CUT TO: INT. THE BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Having watched everything with the Blackwoods go down from a distance, the rightful Trans-Pacific Champion, Aliyah Turner, is now in the locker-room area. Backstage attendants had hauled in Rowan and Zander’s belongings and left them there and there was something that Aliyah needed to reclaim that was rightfully hers. She unzips Rowan’s bag and sure enough, the beautiful Trans-Pacific Championship is inside. Aliyah pulls it out and smiles, brushing her hand over the nameplate.
ALIYAH TURNER: “Right back where you belong.”
She places it over her shoulder and exits the locker-room. Unfortunately, Gunnar Erikssen is waiting for her. The two SCUV originals look at one another with nothing but disdain and disgust.
GUNNAR ERIKSSEN: “Used to be a prestige title. Then you hold the belt.”
He practically spit the words at Aliyah. The confident beauty squares her shoulders and looks The Iceman right in the eyes.
ALIYAH TURNER: “You're entitled to that opinion, no matter how archaic and outdated that opinion is. The fact is, I am the rightful champion and this belt is finally back where it belongs. Rowan might not be here tonight, but there's no doubt in my mind that she will be at Rated V. And I can't wait to finally get my hands on her and show her that I'm not some pushover. I will beat her psychotic ass and teach her a lesson in humility, then she can go back to jail or the psychiatric ward where she belongs. As far as you go, even though I'm stuck with you tonight, I hope Riley beats the living hell out of you. Loser.”
Aliyah pushes her way past Gunnar and disappears down the hallway. The big man doesn't say anything, instead he just shakes his head, mutters something in his native tongue, and heads in the opposite direction.
CUT TO: EXT. PARKING LOT -- THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX -- CONTINUOUS We’re out in the parking lot which is where Riley Calix and, girlfriend-maybe?, Micaela Peszek are seen. Riley just received the news that his partner for the evening, Rowan Blackwood, was arrested. Riley, dressed in his gear for his match tonight, ran his hands through his hair and exhaled deeply.
RILEY CALIX “Alright. Rowan’s arrested and Zander’s gone to try and figure all of this out. That leaves me stuck. Julian’s not canceling the match.”
MICAELA PESZEK “That's because Julian is a piece of shit. You can't get in there against Gunnar and Aliyah by yourself. That's ridiculous. He has no choice but to cancel the match. Honestly, you don't even need to be in this match.”
Micaela’s voice softened when she said that last sentence and she let out a sigh. She truly did care about Riley in her own way and thanks to her he was still stuck fighting this war she was determined to win. Riley dropped his arms to his side, his eyes finding hers.
RILEY CALIX “It’s his company, he can do whatever he wants. So myself against Gunnar and Aliyah is happening. I’ve handled worse before. And besides, Gunnar needs to get his dome cracked in again.”
Riley’s hands clinched into fists at his sides. Micaela can't help but roll her eyes.
MICAELA PESZEK “Fine. You want to go in there, I'll go with you. I didn't bring my gear with me but I'm always ready for a fucking fight. This is my battle anyway. You, Rowan, and Zander didn't need to be involved anyway.”
RILEY CALIX “Are you crazy? There’s no way I’m letting you in there with Gunnar. No. It’s not happening, you have a concussion anyway. Stay away from the ring, Micaela. Do me that favor.”
Micaela put her hands on her hips.
MICAELA PESZEK “And you don't get to decide who I get in the ring with and who I don't. You're not my boss. You're not going to face them both without any back up. That's completely stupid. You're just as injured as you seem to think I am. Together, we should be fine. Gunnar is weak and Aliyah just sucks on most days. She doesn't want to team with Gunnar anyway.”
He exhaled deep again.
RILEY CALIX “Listen, babe. I’m looking out for you. Your injury concerns me more than my own, and Gunnar would be looking to maim you. I’m not okay with every bone in your body broken, I kind of like them the way they are. So. Let me handle this one, okay?”
Stubborn as always, Micaela shook her head.
MICAELA PESZEK: “No.”
Nothing was said between the couple for a few moments and it became perfectly clear that Micaela was not going to change her mind.
MICAELA PESZEK “When we agreed to give this a fair shot, you automatically accepted the fact that I do whatever I want. I'm going in there tonight and I'm going to have your back. I got you. We got this.”
His eyes narrowed to hers, which she just stared right back. He knew that he wasn’t going to convince her otherwise, so he came up with an idea.
RILEY CALIX “Fine. Let’s go. It’s almost match time.”
She smiled. He took her hand in his and led the way back into the Complex.
CUT TO:
INT. THE PARKING LOT AREA - THE ULTRA VIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS As Micaley headed back inside, John Sullivan stumbles out of the Complex, physically spent from his match. All Big Sully wants to do is sleep it off in his truck now, or maybe drive down to a shithole bar and find some San Diego ass. Coin flip. He walks through the parking lot, fishing around in his jacket for his pack of cigarettes, but stops when he realizes… his truck isn’t where he purposely left it. He spins around in a circle, looking for his truck.
JOHN SULLIVAN “HEY! HEY! WHERE THA’ FUCK IS MY TRUCK AT?”
That’s when Elias Barnes, the same security guard from before, walked out to meet the distraught Sullivan.
ELIAS BARNES “Hey buddy. Are you looking for the truck that was parked here?”
JOHN SULLIVAN “No fuckin’ shit, son! You see it!?”
ELIAS BARNES “You can’t just leave a truck parked like that. You were blocking in people, specifically Finn Whelan. We had to have it towed.”
Sullivan looks like he could explode. He turned around and immediately kicked the headlights of the closest car. The glass shattered underneath the steel toed boot that he wore. He turned back to Elias, in almost a threatening manner but Elias kept his ground.
ELIAS BARNES “I’m going to have to ask you to calm down, or we’ll have to remove you from the premises.”
JOHN SULLIVAN “GET MY FUCKIN’ TRUCK BACK, OR I’LL BREAK YA’ FUCKIN’ NECK!”
ELIAS BARNES “It’s at the impound, you’ll have to go there.”
JOHN SULLIVAN “Oh yeah! You think I’m fuckin’ walkin’ there, bud!? GET FUCKED! GET MY FUCKIN’ TRUCK BACK!”
ELIAS BARNES “We’ll see what we can do.”
Elias shook his head before turning around and walking back into the Complex, leaving an enraged John Sullivan in the parking lot.
MAIN EVENT: Riley Calix & Rowan Blackwood Micaela Peszek Vs. Aliyah Turner & Gunner Erikssen Gunnar and Aliyah made their way to the ring separately. Riley was next out with Micaela with him. Even though he didn’t want her to be a part of this, he really had no other option. Micaela would attempt to climb into the ring first to start the match, but Riley stopped her. He climbed in with Aliyah, who extended her hand to another So-Cal Original. Riley shook her hand, but pointed over her shoulder to Gunnar - telling Aliyah, “I’m only here for him.” Aliyah shrugged her shoulders after releasing the hand shake. She stepped back a couple of steps and waited for the bell to ring.
After the bell sounded, Aliyah started the match by sprinting to Riley. Riley threw up his arm to clothesline the ‘Spitfire’, but she showed her intellict and ducked underneath it. She immediately stopped herself and turned around to face him where she fired off kicks to Riley - specifically his left knee. Immediately he began to favor the injury, and Aliyah kept the pressure. After kicking the leg a couple more times and watching Riley drop down to a knee to remove the weight off of it, she hit the near ropes and came back with a shining wizard knee to the former Ultraviolent champions head. Riley dropped and Aliyah immediately covered him, but only managed a one and a half before Riley’s shoulder was lifted off of the mat.
Micaela reaches into the ring, wanting to tag but Riley ignored that. He pushed himself up to his feet, along with Aliyah. And although he was favoring his left leg now, he still manage to check Aliyah’s next kick before firing off a stiff right hand that knocked the (rightful) Trans-Pacific champion back a few steps. She shook it off and went right back in, attempting a haymaker of her own, which became another strike that he blocked and countered with his own. Third time ended up being the charm when she hit a dropkick aimed directly at Riley’s leg. Riley immediately dropped, holding his leg in pain and let out a bonechilling yell. Micaela still reached in, yelling at Riley to tag her.
Aliyah walked to the corner where she climbed backward up to the middle rope. Standing there she eyed her target and jumped off with a diving stomp directly on Riley’s leg. “FUCK! MOTHERFUCKER!” Riley yelled out after she did that as he rolled out of harm's way for the time being. Aliyah moved to her corner where she would tag in Gunnar Erikssen who, very quickly, rushed in and began to work on Riley’s injured leg. It took Micaela entering the ring and running over and grabbing Gunner by the hair to pull him off of Riley. Gunner is pulled back but only far enough to stop stomping on Riley. He turned and pulled himself from Micaela’s grip before viciously shoving her down to the mat. Gunnar yelled down at Micaela, “get up bitch and I’ll put you down permanently.”, obviously something that neither Micaela nor Riley liked.
Riley by now had used the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. He pushed himself out of the corner and lept into the air with a flying forearm shot that took the distracted Gunnar Erikssen down to the mat. This gave Micaela time to hurry out of the ring and back to her corner. Gunnar was up quicker than Riley, and continued on his assault. Stomping on Riley to keep him down. Eventually Gunnar would reach down, grabbing a handful of Riley’s hair and viciously yanking him up to his feet. He whips him to the near side ropes, and upon his bounce back, Gunnar takes him down with a quick snap powerslam. Gunnar remains kneeled next to Riley’s body, grabbing a handful of hair and beginning to hammer fists down onto Riley’s face.
The referee asks him to stop, but nothing. It is beginning to become a little too much to witness. Riley’s face begins bleeding, and despite Micaela’s screams for Gunnar to stop - he continues. Even Aliyah looks a little concerned as to what’s going on. The pure hatred for this man has gotten the best of Gunnar. Eventually, Micaela rushes back into the ring and jumps on Gunnar’s back, wrapping her arms tightly around his throat and her legs around his waist as he transitioned from his kneeling position to standing. He reached up, grabbing Micaela by her hair and mercilessly whipping her over his shoulder and hard down to the mat.
Micaela rolls out of the ring, holding her back - but Gunnar isn’t finished with her just yet. With his eyes locked on his friends estranged wife, he moved to the ropes and climbed out where he begun to stalk her. Micaela worked her way up to her feet, only to turn and see Gunnar standing in front of her. A smile crossed his face, and who knows what thoughts crossed his mind. He could easily grab her and end her right here and right now. But before he could do anything, Riley was up in the ring and, blocking out the pain in his leg, hit the far ropes and ran (as best as he could) to the near ropes where he dived through taking out Gunnar!
Aliyah watched everything from her corner. She looked around as the San Diego crowd was cheering. Shrugging her shoulders, the other So-Cal original entered the ring and backed herself up against the far ropes. She watched as Micaela bent over, checking on Riley who was beginning to climb up. She watched as Gunnar reached up, grabbing the apron to pull himself to his feet. Once all were up to their feet, Aliyah pushed herself off of the ropes and sprinted across the ring. She stepped up onto the middle rope and springboarded off of that, up and over the top rope and out of the ring with a variation of a Tope Con Hilo, taking everyone out!
All competitors are laid out, and the San Diego crowd is up - cheering for what is taking place. Micaela is up to her feet first and she helps Riley up to his. Once both of them were up, Riley limped past Micaela - which didn’t please her - and moved right to Gunnar. Riley kicked him hard in the ribs as he moved to his hands and knees. Riley then grabbed Gunnar’s head, pulling him up to his feet and running him right into the steel post! Riley wiped blood away from his face before rolling Gunnar back into the ring. Micaela and Aliyah turned to face each other on the outside, but Micaela climbed onto the apron instead of starting something with Aliyah. So Aliyah walked around the ring and climbed onto the apron as well.
Micaela yelled at Riley to tag her in, but he shook his head and yelled “NO” right back. This was his plan all along. Riley grabbed Gunnar and lifted him up, where he proceeded to fire off rapid strikes, ending with a spinning solebutt kick which doubled Gunnar over. Riley turned and sprinted to the ropes. Micaela took it upon herself to reach out and tag herself in as Riley hit the ropes. That caused him to hit the brakes. He turned and looked at her as she climbed into the ring. She stands in front of him, saying “I’m here to help you!”. He looked frustrated, and they both turned in time to have Gunnar nearly decapitate them both with massive clotheslines!
Gunnar looks impressed with himself and his grin widens when he realizes that Micaela is the legal person. He bends down, grabbing her hair and roughly pulling her up to his feet. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hit a hard belly-to-belly suplex. Micaela hit the mat hard, no doubt not helping her concussion. Gunnar is up to his feet quickly and, while taking his time, he continues his offense against Micaela. Grabbing her hair again, he began to pull her up but ---
SMACK!
Riley had gotten up to his feet and sprinted toward Gunnar, hitting a step-up enzuguri! His foot smacked off of the back of Gunnar’s head and it knocked him loopy. He didn’t fall, but immediately let go of Micaela and staggered back. He stepped back far enough so that Aliyah could reach over the top rope and tag herself in! Gunnar doesn’t react - he doesn’t have time to. Almost immediately afterword, Riley was back up to his feet and he charged at Gunnar - spearing him through the ropes and they both fly outside of the ring!
Aliyah rushes into the ring as Micaela is returning to her feet. Aliyah attempts a clothesline, which Micaela ducks. She wraps her arm around Aliyah’s waist and spins around behind her. She wraps her other arm around her waist as well and lifts her up hitting a German Suplex out of no where! She rolls through, both her and Aliyah returning to their feet with Micaela still have the German locked in. We’ve heard she calls a series of German suplexes, “BREAK-A-BITCH SUPLEX” - but when she lifts Aliyah up, Aliyah flips over Micaela and lands on her feet. A stunned Micaela Peszek turns around and eats a roundhouse kick to the face!
On the outside, Gunnar and Riley have finally returned to their feet and are trading shots. Gunnar’s power gives him the natural advantage and he uses it to send Riley hard into the barrier. Gunnar fetches a chair not being used in the crowd before moving to Riley and hitting him so hard the chair warps around Riley’s head.
Aliyah had climbed onto the top turnbuckle and waiting until Micaela pushed herself up to her feet. That kick rocked Micaela’s head and for someone suffering from a concussion, that isn’t a good thing. It takes her a little longer than normal to shake off the symptoms long enough to return to her feet and when she does -- Aliyah flies off of the top turnbuckle, corkscrewing in mid-air and …
“GOT ‘EM”! That flying corkscrew stunner caught Micaela perfectly. Micaela ate the impact and hit the mat hard. Aliyah was quick to move into a pinning position, which the referee saw perfectly. One.. Two.. Three!
WINNERS: Aliyah Turner & Gunnar Erikssen
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