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Post by So Cal Ultraviolent on Apr 18, 2017 21:21:48 GMT -5
INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - UNKNOWN LOCATION - CONTINUOUS Detective Derek Armistead sits inside his black Range Rover, his eyes focused on the creepy warehouse about 100-feet off the road he and his partner, Detective Lindzee Holston are sitting in front of.
DETECTIVE HOLSTON “This definitely looks like it could be the place.”
She wasn't exaggerating. The warehouse in question was nearly shielded from the dirt road by overgrown foliage, weeds and several extremely large trees. Armistead points to a spot off to the left.
DETECTIVE ARMISTEAD “See that clearing? This is definitely the place. More than likely, that's the path the Blackwoods used to come and go.”
DETECTIVE HOLSTON “Could also be a crack house.”
Armistead turns and gives Holston a look. A smile touches her lips.
DETECTIVE HOLSTON “This is definitely the place. Let's go.”
Right before they get out of the car, Armistead’s phone goes off. He checks Caller I.D. and decides to answer the call.
DETECTIVE ARMISTEAD “Armistead.”
The call lasts on a few seconds and Armistead does a lot of nodding. After about a minute, he disconnects the call.
DETECTIVE HOLSTON “What was that about?”
DETECTIVE ARMISTEAD “Peszek and West both made bail and have been released, and social services located Willa Vannoy in Newfoundland with her extremely sick father. They've removed Presleigh out of Maximillion Cartwright’s care and have temporarily placed the child in a foster home.”
Holston nods. It was for the best. Armistead and Holston get out of the car, check their guns, and make sure their vests are on tight. The camera pans out and several uniformed officers are with them as well as an ambulance just in case Breanna Simpson is inside the warehouse. Armistead and Holston aren't stupid and know they can't take any chances when it comes to the Blackwoods. After all, the close personal friends of Zowan were once locked up for attempted murder of little MacKenzie Owyns. Quietly, Armistead and Holston move their small army towards the warehouse, guns ready to shoot if necessary.
CUT TO Now Playing “Asylum” - Disturbed
- The hellacious triple threat ladder match for the Television Championship. Including John Sullivan taking the ladder to the face early, bleeding profusely after. - - Paige coming out and attacking Katie Anderson, followed by Synistar Tres. Trixie flashing her assets to Sullivan, distracting him long enough to steal the title and become the first Television Champion.- - Hailey Banks defeating Linc Coyne in a Bring Your Own Weapon match that saw Linc use nunchucks and Hailey use her new manager, Aiden Van’t Hoff.- - Clips of the brutal back and forth Scaffold match between Chance Kelly and Finn Whelan. Both men taking the fight to each other, ending with a Hurricanrana from Finn that sent Chance flipping off of the scaffold and through tables at the bottom. - - The barbed wire rope match that ripped shreds in Tommy Knox and Dick Devereaux is then featured, including Devereaux using his bat against Knox and Knox choking Devereaux with a length of barbed wire. The finish comes when Knox wrapped himself in barbed wire and hit his “American Highlife” finisher on Devereaux. - - Footage pieced together from the San Diego Street fight between Noah Reigner and Reece Crosslin that saw the fighters literally fight through the streets and establishments of San Diego. From McDonalds, to a gas station, to a strip club before coming back to the Complex. - - The lights in the Complex are out, but Aryanna films on her phone. “Rumble” Reyes making his arrival and laying out Reece Crosslin. Eve turned, yelling at Aryanna which distracted Noah. Reece was able to capitalize and hit a piledriver on Noah onto a steel chair for the win. - - Aliyah Turner brought out by the St. Ignatious Preparatory Academy middle school marching band playing her song. Rowan Blackwood emerging with torch-carrying druids. - - An iconic match between Rowan and Aliyah that went back and forth and even saw the inclusion of Zander Blackwood and Kevin Richards battling it out. The end would come when Rowan and Zander simultaneously putting Richards and Turner through a flaming table. Zander giving Richards a powerbomb while Rowan gave Aliyah an Exploder suplex. Aliyah’s attire would catch fire and end the match. - - Rated V ending with Rowan Blackwood with her Trans-Pacific Championship. -
CUT TO: INT. THE PARKING LOT AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Riley Calix, Rowan Blackwood and Zander Blackwood hanging around by the back entrance. Zander stands tall and on high alert, almost as if he's waiting for something bad to happen. Rowan is sitting on the ground, legs curled up underneath her, and her Trans-Pacific Championship across her lap. She’s handling it almost as if it's a newborn child. Riley looks the most stressed out right now and it's due to the fact his girlfriend, Micaela Peszek, still hasn't shown up at the building. The last time Riley had seen Micaela was the previous morning during a training session with Savannah Harper and Andrew Wolfe. He had been forced to go with Armistead and Holston down to the station to answer obnoxious questions about the Blackwoods and had missed his date to Dancing With the Stars. The fact that Micaela had been arrested thanks to that idiot Jaxon West just made his blood boil.
ZANDER BLACKWOOD “You have to relax, mate. Micaela’s a resourceful girl. She’ll be okay.”
Riley stopped and glared at Zander. Not much flustered Riley, but thinking of Jax basically stalking Micaela all the way to Los Angeles just really got to him. Rowan lifted her head, made note of Riley’s distress, and giggled.
ROWAN BLACKWOOD “Listen to Zander, Riley. Micaela will show up and then she and I will have some fun with two little boys who won’t be able to handle getting beaten by two super awesome girls. I’m the Trans-Pacific Champion and Micaela is amazing, and together we are the future of tag team wrestling.”
Riley says nothing because there’s no point. His two longtime friends truly lived in their own world, and that world was a mixed up place of fire, violence and undying love. A few minutes later, a black Audi pulls into the parking lot and comes to a stop at the back entrance. Through the windows, Riley can see Micaela and relief immediately washes over him. Once she gets out of the vehicle and grabs her things, Riley grabs her and pulls her close.
RILEY CALIX “I’ve been worried sick.”
Rowan’s sweet laughter fills the air.
ZANDER BLACKWOOD “Massive understatement.”
Micaela brushes the quickest kiss ever across Riley’s lips and pulls away. She’s never been one for PDA.
MICAELA PESZEK “An anonymous person posted bail for me.”
Rowan and Zander exchange smirks.
MICAELA PESZEK “But all is good. Lets focus on tonight, and worry about what happened last night later on. I’ll tell you everything. Right now, I just want to worry about our match.”
Rowan jumps to her feet, slings her title over her shoulder, and wraps an arm around Micaela’s waist.
ROWAN BLACKWOOD “Don’t worry. We are going to crush them tonight and show the world why we are the actual tag team champions of the whole entire world.”
CUT TO: INT BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Brand new So-Cal Ultraviolent Television Champion, Trixie, is seen walking through the backstage area. She's practically skipping all thanks to the fact she somehow managed to get a restraining order against Paige, banning the SCUV superstar from the building until the match with Katie Anderson. With Paige out of the picture, Trixie is walking around like she owns the place. She greets every single person she passes with a friendly word, smile or wave. The first match is about to start and Hollywood stuntman-turned-wrestler Linc Coyne is watching to make his entrance. The TV Champ passes the handsome young up-and-comer and she stops, giving him a second look. Linc lowers his shades and checks Trixie out, but his eyes linger a little too long on her Championship. Trixie narrows her eyes.
TRIXIE: “Please. Like you could even.”
Linc smirks that arrogant smirk of his.
LINC COYNE: “One day, babe.”
Linc’s music starts playing and with one last appreciative glance at the championship, he walks through the curtain and down towards the ring.
MATCH ONE: Linc Coyne Vs. "Rumble" Reyes Vs. Aliyah Turner Linc is the first to the ring followed by the towering Rumble Reyes. Linc should be intimidated, but he wasn't. And if he were, you couldn't tell. Next out was the former Trans-Pacific Champion, Aliyah Turner. Aliyah is focused on her opponents, wanting to rebuild ground to make it up to her championship again. Climbing into the ring, she doesn't show the slightest bit of intimidation to Rumble. She marches to her corner, and stands there waiting motionless for the bell.
Once it's sounds, Linc arrogantly swaggers out of the corner to Reyes who's stopped in the middle of the ring. Linc begins to run his mouth and gives the (much) bigger man a shove. Not surprisingly, Reyes doesn't move an inch. It doesn't stop Linc from trying again, though. What - does - stop him is Aliyah Turner who runs out of the corner and takes Linc down with a dropkick! Aliyah’s feet hit the side of Linc’s head and Linc rolls out of the ring immediately afterword. Rumble watches, motionless, as all of this happens. It’s not until Aliyah returns to her feet and sprints to the far ropes - that he actually moves, and what he does is horrifying.
Aliyah comes back with all of the momentum in the world after hitting the ropes, only to be leveled with a clothesline that could have severely hurt her. The way Aliyah’s head snapped back after the impact quieted the frenzy inside of the Complex and sent an eerie hush over the crowd. Aliyah rolled onto her side from her back, showing that she was in fact okay, and that relieved the crowd. However, Rumble bent down - grabbing her by the hair and ripping her up to her feet with one hand. There is a reason why Aliyah is called ‘The Spitfire’, though.
Once vertical again, she manages to break Rumble’s grip on her hair and hit a series of rapid fire kicks to the big man’s legs. This only temporarily weakens him. Aliyah switches from kicks to punches, chops, and forearms - and Rumbles eats all of those, them causing little to no damage to him. Rumble eats more and more strikes, eventually managing to block one of them and - showing his power - one punch from Rumble would floor Aliyah. She wouldn’t stay down, though. She almost instantly right back to her feet, only to be grabbed by Rumble and thrown into the corner. Rumble lowers his head and charges toward the corner.
Aliyah’s head is up and she see’s this coming, using her speed to move out of the way. Linc, who was watching on the outside, jumps up onto the apron just as Rumble crashes into the empty corner and jumps up again, hitting Rumble in the head with a kick. Rumble staggers back, right into a spinning leg sweep from Aliyah that trips up Rumble sending him down to the mat with a massive thud. Linc has climbed up onto the top rope, and with Rumble down - Linc jumps off hitting a huge splash onto the big man. Linc and Aliyah working together now to keep the big man grounded. Aliyah takes her turn climbing up the rope after Linc hit his splash - and she follows up with a senton! Quickly she flipped over and covered him. The referee is quick into position and counts one …
Rumble literally pushes Aliyah up with such force that she actually goes airborne. Linc follows up with a quick legdrop across Rumble’s throat before he covers Rumble. He too only gets a one count before Rumble pushes up and Linc too goes flying. Rumble works his way to his feet with Aliyah and Linc both standing on either side of him, hitting him with whatever strikes they could muster. Once Rumble was fully vertical, though, those strikes immediately stopped with Rumble powered both of them down with one massive shove. Linc rolled through the shove and was immediately back to his feet only to be nearly decapitated by a running big boot from Rumble.
Rumble turns around to Aliyah’s boot hitting the side of his head. Her roundhouse kick clearly did some damage, but even still he didn’t fall. He stumbled and his momentum halted. This gave Aliyah the time to sprint to the ropes and come back. As she came back, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around Rumble’s head - looking for a hurricanrana. However, Rumble’s strength came to his advantage again. He stopped her from rotating down and using her legs to whip him down. He powered her back up, turned and powerbombed her onto the back of Linc who was on his hands and knees. The crowd in the Complex let out a collective “ooohhh” as Rumble stood tall over the bodies of Linc and Aliyah.
Aliyah rolled herself into the corner of the ring, away from the onslaught. Rumble leaned forward and grabbed Linc by his hair, pulling him up to his feet with one hand. Linc stood on wobbly legs, but only for just a moment until Rumble chopped him down, “BOLO CHOP”. The slicing backhand chop echoed through the Complex and put Linc down immediately. He clutched his chest, a look of pure pain on his face. Following this, for the first time we see Rumble turn around and begin.. a run.
He had eyes on the far ropes, but was intercepted by Aliyah, who by now collected herself and climbed up to the top turnbuckle. She leaped off of the top turnbuckle - “GOT ‘EM”! Rumble was bent forward and his jaw hitting Aliyah's shoulder as she landed - and he popped up, falling backward. He didn't fall completely but fell to a sitting position. Aliyah couldn't believe it. Her trademark finisher didn't even put the giant down completely. She let out a furious yell before getting up and climbing to the top turnbuckle looking to do it one more time!
Before anything else could happen, though, Linc returned to his feet and waved off Aliyah - grabbing Reyes and using every bit of muscle he had to pull him to his feet. Linc kicked Rumble in the stomach, doubling him over and hooking him -- looking for the “M.L. ultra”. Rumble, however, fights out and viciously shoves Linc off. Linc flew back into the corner where Aliyah was mounting the turnbuckle. The impact of his body crashing into the corner caused her to lose her balance and fall off of the turnbuckle to the floor. Linc bounced off of the turnbuckles and stumbled out of the corner to be met by Rumble’s boot to his stomach. Rotating around before he positioned Linc in a powerbomb, now facing the inside of the ring. He effortlessly hoisted Linc, not only up for a powerbomb, but up in a crucifix position. Without hesitation, or warning - Rumble took two steps forward and threw Linc off of this position. Linc crashed in dead center of the ring, and Rumble moved in to cover him.
One.. Two..
Aliyah slides into the ring..
Three..
Just out of reach to break up the pinfall.
WINNER: “Rumble” Reyes
CUT TO: INT. JULIAN CORTEZ’S OFFICE -- THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX -- CONTINUIOUS Samantha Baltimore, the personal assistant to Julian Cortez, is stationed in his office. She files paperwork into the filing cabinet in the corner, back to the door, and unaware that the door opened as she was lost in her work. The last time we saw Samantha, she was getting involved in the San Diego Street Fight between Noah Reigner and her boyfriend, Reece Crosslin who would ultimately win the match. Of course, this did not sit well with the boss, who just walked into his own office. His eyes immediately locked on Samantha and he slammed the door closed behind him - startling the blonde, making her jump.
SAMANTHA BALTIMORE “Jesus! You’re going to give someone a heart attack doing that.”
JULIAN CORTEZ “Maybe I aim to do so.”
He said, which cause Samantha to turn to him fully.
JULIAN CORTEZ “Samantha, care to explain what the hell you were doing interrupting the San Diego Street Fight at Rated V?”
SAMANTHA BALTIMORE “I was just…”
JULIAN CORTEZ “Ruining my show.”
SAMANTHA BALTIMORE “No! .. Noah had that evil Eve helping him. Reece was outnumbered and they were going to really hurt him.”
JULIAN CORTEZ “That is not your problem. You signed the contract, remember? The contract that said that what happened to Reece Crosslin was Reece Crosslin’s own problem. The very same contract that put you right where you are right now; as my personal assistant. My personal assistant does not get involved in matches no matter who is in them, including her boyfriend. You could have been useful when the lights were out in the Complex.”
SAMANTHA BALTIMORE “That’s not fair! It was two on one and who knows what that douchebag and evil bitch were going to do to Reece!”
JULIAN CORTEZ “¿Disculpe?...What Noah was going to do is none of your concern. Your only concern is doing whatever I want you to do. And what I want you to do is stay your ass right here in my office. You are forbidden to even think about going to the ring tonight. Got it?”
Samantha remained silent, just stared blankly at Julian. Julian’s eyes were narrowed on his assistant, but he didn’t give her the time to respond. He turned and left his office.
CUT TO: INT. THE CATERING AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS The woman who saved Rated V, Aryanna Cortez, is seen standing in the catering area with a man simply known to the wrestling world as “Cook.” Fans of RSW will remember Cook as Lord Blake and Raven MacDemare’s personal chef.
ARYANNA CORTEZ “And you’re sure one of your forks is missing? Do you keep an inventory or something?”
Cook knows Aryanna is a woman of privilege and he’s rather shocked at her question regarding the missing fork from his silverware collection. When he was hired as the new head of catering and chef for So-Cal Ultraviolent it never dawned on him that one of the delinquents on his roster would likely steal one of his forks.
COOK “I’m not sure you understand, Ms. Cortez. With all due respect, of course. What’s missing is a piece of my Godinger 20th-Century Baroque Silver-Plated Flatware set. It’s a 92-piece set and I only have 91 pieces here. The entire set costs around $400 at Neiman Marcus. This is a big deal.”
Aryanna sighs.
ARYANNA CORTEZ “Alright. Well, I’m not sure what we can do. All I can do is promise we will keep an eye out and at the next show, we will just supply everyone with plastic cutlery.”
Cook is not impressed.
CUT TO: INT. THE BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Chance Kelly is walking away from the catering, towards the entrance to the ring. His match is next but he’s been enjoying himself for the past hour in catering. It’s probably the most food he’s eaten in awhile that was actually given to him and not stolen from a trash can. He has a bottle of vodka tucked under his arm and he’s eating french fries off a fancy plate. He stabs a fork into a single french fry and holds it up. The light catches the fork and it practically glows.
CHANCE KELLY "THIS IS FOCKIN' CLASSY SHITE!"
He eats the french fry off the fork and continues on his way. Said fork is a Godinger 20th-Century Baroque Silver-Plated fork.
Classy shite indeed.
MATCH TWO: Reece Crosslin Vs. Chance Kelly Call it his good luck outfit if you will, but once again “The California Condor” Reece Crosslin is dressed like the dashingly handsome Dean Ambrose. He's in the ring, focused look on his face, and waiting for #HomelessHot Chance Kelly to make his way to the ring. If Reece is angry from what transpired between Samantha and Julian earlier, he’s not showing it. And Julian was a massive douchebag to be honest. Having a chance to fight for the Ultraviolent Championship is on his mind and he knows that his love Samantha will understand. Pretty soon, Reece’s music fades out and the entrance theme of Chance Kelly starts to play. #HomelessHot stumbles out from the backstage area, fifth of vodka in his hands. Chance let's out a loud burp, wipes his mouth, and makes his way to the ring. He gives Reece an absolute look of pure disgust because apparently he’s not feeling the Dean Ambrose look Reece is sporting.
Ridiculous, tbh.
Chance polishes off the bottle as he takes his corner and makes a lewd gesture in Reece’s direction. Reece just shakes his head. What other reaction can he possibly give? Both men are ready for the match to begin but there's a problem.
There's no referee.
A few seconds later, “My Name Is” by Eminem hits the shitty PA system and fucking Henry Washington comes walking out from the backstage area. The audience collectively groans and several of them start heading towards the concession stand area. To make matters worse, when the song gets to the part where it's like “my name is who, my name is what, my name is chicka chicka…”, it says “Henry Washington” in his gross voice instead of “Slim Shady.” It's so fucking bad.
There's not enough liquor in this world for Chance Kelly to drink in order to deal with this and he is literally licking the inside of the bottle to get all the spare drops. Reece looks like a man who's just seen his Championship dreams vanish. Henry strikes a pose for the fans before climbing into the ring and making a dramatic motion for the bell to ring.
Chance wastes no time rushing Reece, but the So-Cal favorite catches him with a drop toe hold that forces Chance into the ropes. Reece sprints forward and lands on Chance’s back with his knees, and the crowd goes crazy. Reece plays it up and goes back for Chance, but that scumbag catches Reece with an eye poke and the Californian falls back. Chance begins stomping away on Reece, showing off his aggression that some fans actually respect him for.
The three chunky girls in crop tops that are sat in the front row. Chance winks at the one with fried bleached blond hair.
He scoops up Reece and tosses him to the outside of the ring. Chance jumps to the outside and reaches for the discarded liquor bottle he had polished off before the match. Chance smashes it over the top of Reece’s skull and knocks him down with a sucker punch to the jaw. Chance violently kicks Reece in the ribs several times in succession, drops his knee across Reece’s face, and begins grinding that knee in an attempt to break Reece’s nose. Reece is able to kick Chance off of him but it doesn't really faze the Luton, England native. Chance grabs Reece up by the hair and tosses him into the steel barricades. He headbutts Reece a few times in the stomach and then goes to rush Reece. Reece ducks down sends Chance flipping into the crowd. Reece hops over the barricades but Chance is quickly getting to his feet. Reece lands a vicious chop to Chance Kelly’s chest that sends #HomelessHot staggering back. The crowd parts to allow these two men the space to fight. They know how this works. Reece chops Chance again and again, before hitting him with a dropkick to the face. Chance is down and Reece scrambles over. He looks to gather Chance in a fujiwara armbar, but Chance clubs Reece in the temple.
Both men get back to their feet and begin brawling back towards the ring. Chance sends Reece over the barricades with a clothesline but it doesn’t really seem to bother the California Condor. He springs back up, sprints up the steel ring steps, and flies at Chance! Chance whips something from the pocket of his Walmart jorts (I mean he’s not John Cena, he can’t exactly afford Hilfiger. He let his rich girlfriend go...) and right as Reece is about to collide to with him, Chance hits him with whatever that object is. Reece crumbles into a gorgeous heap on the ground, clutching his face. The camera zooms in on Chance, who is grinning like a madman. In his hand is a fork.
It’s the missing Godinger 20th-Century Baroque Silver-Plated fork from catering!
Referee Henry Washington actually looks impressed. The entire time the boys were fighting in the crowd, Henry was creeping on the Chance Kelly fans and trying to get their phone numbers.
Chance points to his head because he’s nothing if not smart and looks to capitalize on the damage that he has done. Reece is bleeding just above his left eye and Chance drives that fork right into that wound. Reece tries to defend himself, but Chance slams Reece’s head off the ring steps and then begins stabbing that wound with the fork. It’s actually kind of gross and barbaric. Reece is still on his feet because his adoring fans are chanting for him, but his face is like a crimson mask right now. Chance slips the fork between his knuckles and begins punching Reece over and over, all around the ring. Reece is still trying to mount a comeback but Chance isn’t having it, and forces Reece back into the ring.
CUT TO: INT. THE BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Backstage, Samantha Baltimore has managed to get away from Julian long enough to blatantly disobey him and watch Reece’s match on a monitor. She doesn’t look happy as Chance has suplexed Reece and is standing over him. Being the lewd human being that he is, Chance grabs himself and spews some obscenities down at Reece. The loyal girlfriend of Reece Crosslin clenches her fist to her side. It takes everything in her not to rush down to the ring.
CUT TO: Chance sends Reece into the ropes and somehow, someway Reece is able to use that momentum to take down Chance with a crossbody! Reece begins punching Chance in the face and this keeps up until Henry asserts himself in the action. He grabs Reece around the waist and muscles him off of Chance, and Reece does not handle this very well. He whirls around and grabs Henry by the shirt, backing the horrible referee into the corner. The crowd wants nothing more than to see Reece kill Henry and are literally chanting “REECE IS GOING TO KILL YOU. REECE IS GOING TO KILL YOU.” All of these unnecessary antics have allowed Chance to regain his composure and focus, and he stabs Reece right in the back of the head with that stupid fork. The little bit of momentum that Reece had managed to build was totally stopped. Chance waited for Reece to turn around and when he did, Chance begin to hitting him with that fork again. Reece is so bloody right now and Chance hits him hard enough to knock him down to the mat. With Reece down, Chance grabs a handful of hair, drives that fork into the wound some more, and decides to do some actual wrestling again.
He keeps the fork in his hand, but places his knee right between Reece’s shoulder blades. Grabbing both of Reece’s arms, Chance pulls them back which we can only assume makes the knee hurt even more. Reece who is actually just feeding off the energy of the crowd right now is able to use some type of insane superhuman strength to bring both men back to their feet. He reverses the hold but Chance uses that fork to put a quick stop to it. Reece falls back into the ropes and Chance clubs Reece in the chest. Reece is still fighting back and comes back with a chest chop of his own. They exchange chops until Chance drives the fork into Reece’s open wound again. Again, Reece is stopped in his tracks and Chance sends him across the ring and into the ropes. He knocks Reece down with a clothesline and goes for a big legdrop.
Reece moves!
Reece pulls himself and with a burst of energy begins laying martial arts style kicks to Chance’s chest. The crowd just erupts because their bae is finally back into this thing. Reece backs off for a moment and falls back into the ropes. Using them for leverage he comes rushing towards Chance. He nails the Brit in the face with a big boot and finally goes for the first cover of the match.
His cover is pointless because Henry Washington is just lounging in the corner. He even gives Reece a little wave. It’s so unfair.
Reece isn’t known for his focus and of course, he decides he is going to confront Henry Washington again. Henry raises his hands in defense and immediately drops down and rolls out of the ring. Reece looks out at the crowd - his people - and makes a motion that he is going to the top. He’s going to take Henry Washington out once and for all. Reece poises himself on the top turnbuckle but before he can do something crazy, Chance jerks him down by the foot. Reece’s face smashes into the turnbuckle and Chance pulls his belt from his jorts.
Fans of the short-lived Deathcore Wresting know that Chance Kelly is no stranger to kink.
Before he can start whipping Reece like he’s the Anastasia Steele to Chance’s Christian Gray, Reece kicks Chance right in the balls. Chance drops to his knees and clutches his cock, and Reece doesn’t even care. He was desperate. He grabs the discarded belt, wraps it around his fist until the buckle is facing out, and begins beating the snot out of Chance. Showing just how awesome he can be, Reece busts open Chance and smiles through his own blood as he remembers a certain broken Vodka bottle that is just waiting to be used as a weapon. Reece wisely drags Chance over to the corner and wraps that belt tightly around Chance’s neck and the top ring rope. Once he secures it around Chance, Reece clotheslines the man over the ropes and Chance is literally hanging.
“DIE CHANCE, DIE! DIE CHANCE, DIE!” chants the barbaric crowd inside the Ultraviolent Complex.
The three Chance groupies in the front row look like they’re going to cry.
Reece locates the broken vodka bottle and picks it up. He shows it to the crowd and they literally beg him to use it. Never wanting to disappoint his faithful following, Reece smashes what’s left of the bottle right into Chance’s face. There’s been so much bloodshed in this match and now Chance is also wearing a crimson mask. It’s vintage So-Cal and these two men are going to seemingly fight until one of them dies.
All attention turns to the entrance way when Noah Reigner pushed through the curtain. Reece stopped what he was doing to look at the entrance way and saw the arrogant swagger of the Los Renegados member as he strolled down the walkway. Noah pointed into the ring at Reece, saying “this isn’t over yet”. Reece, as bloody and broken as he is, brings up a hand and motions for Noah to enter the ring, and Noah looked to take him up on that…
However someone jumps over the crowd barrier just in front of Noah, which stops Noah dead in his tracks. This man is a former Ultraviolent Champion, and is known as ‘The Radical’. Noah stares at the man in front of him, who just wears a grin. “You want to pick on originals? Pick on me.” He mouthed to Noah. Noah, frustrated that this man would stop him, lunged forward looking for a clothesline - which was seen and ducked underneath. Noah stopped his momentum and turned around to catch a discus Elbow Smash to the face from ‘The Radical’!
He calls that the “Hammer of the Gods” and Noah Reigner is knocked right out. ‘The Radical’ smirked down at the unconscious Noah and then up to Reece, who just watched.
During all of this, Chance managed to unfasten the belt around his neck. Chance landed on his feet on the outside of the ring, and after taking a moment to collect himself and wipe the blood out of his eyes, he slides back into the ring. Reece stood with his back to Chance, but only until Chance forcefully turned him around and returned the favor -- kicking Reece in the balls, field goal style. Chance spat down at Reece as he dropped to his knees, clutching his cock. The rabid fans in the Complex booed, which Chance replied with a “SUCK ME FOCKIN’ COCK, SLAGS!”. Grabbing Reece by his hair, Chance pulls him up to his feet, wrapping his arms around his waist and flipping him upside down.
With his head between Reece’s legs Chance yells out, “THA’ FOCKIN’ SHAG!!”. It would be Reece’s resilience that turned this match. He kicked his legs frantically, eventually weighing down Chance to flip and counter the move. Now Reece held Chance in this position. And with no wasted seconds, Reece dropped down hitting an inverted version of his Spiked Piledriver he calls, “GASLAMP DISTRICT KNOCKOUT”. Chance’s body crumbled to the mat and Reece draped himself over his opponent…
One.. Two.. Three
WINNER: Reece Crosslin
CUT TO: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - UNKNOWN LOCATION - CONTINUOUS Armistead and Holston are creeping around the abandoned warehouse. Along with the officers, they are thoroughly searching the area with flashlights and looking for Breanna Simpson or any evidence that she might have once been inside the warehouse. Holston rounds a corner, gun drawn and flashes her light on something off in the corner.
DETECTIVE HOLSTON: “Derek. I think I have something.”
Armistead quickly returns to his partner’s side and sees what Holston does. He nods and together they walk towards what looks like something covered with a tarp. The two detectives stop in front of mysterious object which honestly could very well be a body. Armistead nods to Holston, who steps beside it and reaches a gloved hand out. She quickly pulls the tarp back and underneath it is a heap of discarded clothing.
Female clothing.
DETECTIVE ARMISTEAD: “So they’ve moved her. Dammit.”
Holston motions for the clothing to be bagged up and sighs. Together, the two watch the stuff being carefully bagged for evidence purposes, but when everything is gathered, Armistead notices a piece of paper on the ground. Holston shines her flashlight on it. Armistead leans down to pick it up. A scowl crosses his face.
DETECTIVE ARMISTEAD: “Too late, losers.”
DETECTIVE HOLSTON: “Lovely.”
CUT TO: INT. MCDONALD’S - ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Paige and her new associate Alex Covington are sitting at a booth inside McDonald’s. Alex is sipping on a McCafe and Paige is munching on an order of fries. It's not like she can be inside the Complex enjoying catering seeing as how Trixie put a restraining order against her. Security guard Elias Barnes is with Paige and Alex. Paige will only be allowed inside the Complex for her match with Katie Anderson. Trixie will leave the building for said match. Immediately after, Paige will be escorted from the building again.
PAIGE: “This is fucking bullshit.”
ALEX COVINGTON: “I agree and this is why I'm glad you agreed to meet me. The show has already started but I'm working on getting this fixed for you. By the time Asylum VIII rolls around, things should be back to normal.”
Paige nods, but it's easy to see she's distracted. She keeps glancing at her phone.
ALEX COVINGTON: “Is everything alright?”
PAIGE (sighing): “Eve just doesn't get it. She tries to be supportive but more often than not she ends up fucking pissed off. It's slightly controlling and kind of annoying, but she's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I feel conflicted.”
Alex flashes her friend a sympathetic smile. Casually, she places her hand over top of Paige’s. Paige looks up at her.
ALEX COVINGTON: “Some people don't know how to stay in the background, hun. Eve wants to be the center of your world and I get that. I mean…”
Alex shrugs.
ALEX COVINGTON: “Wrestling and success threaten that. Wrestling is your first true love, you know. Now you're back together and Eve feels a bit left out.”
PAIGE (mumbling): “Maybe. I just need to get inside that goddamn building and hurt someone. That will make everything better.”
ALEX COVINGTON: “Killing Katie Anderson will make everything better.”
Paige couldn't disagree.
CUT TO: INT. THE BACKSTAGE AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Samantha Baltimore is back in personal assistant mode having somehow not been caught watching her boyfriend’s match. Even though she wants nothing more than to rush back to medical and check on him, she's been sent by Julian to find Aliyah Turner. When Samantha finally tracks Aliyah down, the former Trans-Pacific Champion is in the process of getting her stuff together so she can leave for the night.
SAMANTHA BALTIMORE: “Hey you.”
The two friends wrap each other in a quick hug before pulling apart. With a sigh, Samantha breaks the bad news.
SAMANTHA BALTIMORE: “Julian wants to see you in his office.”
Aliyah’s chocolate colored eyes immediately narrow into slits.
ALIYAH TURNER: “Do I even want to know why?”
Samantha can only shrug helplessly. She's the last person Julian would ever tell anything too. Aliyah angrily shoves a pair of jeans into her bag and rolls her eyes.
ALIYAH TURNER: “This should be good.”
CUT TO Asking Alexandria’s “The Black” ripped through the shitty little P.A. in the Complex. This would bring out Finn Whelan. The man that fans call, “The Seattle Saint” walks down the walkway with a purpose. He doesn’t break his stride, but he’ll extend his arms out to the side and allow a few fans to reach over and slap his hands.
CUT TO Kei Hideshima is seen leading three other unknown males through the crowd at the Complex. They’ve ascended the stairs up to the balcony level that overlooks the ring perfectly. With no words spoken, or no physical contact made - just the look in Kei’s eyes was enough of an intimidation factor for fans standing against the railing to move. Kei makes sure that his guests are comfortable in their new positions, before directing their attention down as Finn Whelan climbs into the ring.
MATCH THREE: Finn Whelan Vs. Dick Devereaux Both fighters have made their way to the ring. Dick carrying his trusted baseball bat, this time wrapped in barbed wire, and wearing his “Los Renegados” colors. Finn alone, though for sure Kei was watching somewhere in the shadows, watching over his protege. Finn waited motionless in his corner watching like a caged tiger as Dick circled the ring. Once Dick removed his jacket and gently placed his bat in his empty corner of the ring, he began his climb in - staring a hole straight through Finn. Finn didn’t move a muscle this entire time -- not until the bell rung. Finn quickly moved across the ring, kneeing Dick in the face as he ducked between the ropes to enter. Dick fell out of the ring and to the mat on the outside, almost instantly returning to his feet. “Fuck. Fuck. Fucking motherfucker!” Dick swore up at Finn, who moved back to the center of the ring, squatting down and waiting.
Frustrated, Dick would slide into the ring - immediately hopping up to his feet where he’s met by Finn. Finn stood up completely and met “The Butcher” with a series of forearm shots. Dick fired his own in return, and there they were - exchanging strikes mid-ring. Finn eventually succumbed to Dick’s striking power, backing up against the ropes, eating forearm after punch after strike after forearm. With Finn against the ropes, Dick took a couple of steps back and then charged toward - taking him and himself out of the ring with a Cactus Jack-esqe clothesline. Dick managed to land on his feet, and stomped at Finn as he tried to work himself up. The rabid crowd in the Complex yelled and even threw plastic cups up Dick - which bounced off of the fighters body. Dick momentarily took his eyes off of Finn, to a few people in the crowd - this enabled Finn to return to his feet.
Dick turned around to get a kick to the stomach. Finn would then grab the back of Dick’s shorts and riot vest, driving him into the crowd barrier - which caused the crowd to erupt around them. Dick dropped to the floor, only to eat a few of Finn’s stomps now. Finn then mounted “The Butcher”, hammering fist after fist to the side of his head before reaching out and grabbing a cable wire, wrapping it viciously around his throat - choking him with it. Dick reaches up, trying to claw at Finn’s face - but the Seattle-born athlete fights off Dick’s hands and continues to choke the life from his opponent with this cord. Eventually, Finn let go and grabbed the back of Dick’s head - pulling him up to his feet where he forced him hard into the steel post. Dick’s shoulder smashed off of the post, and he dropped down immediately favoring his shoulder.
Finn was relentless. He missed no beat, immediately he was on his opponent again. He lifted him back to his feet, slamming his head off of the apron which saw Dick bounce off and stagger back a few steps - trying to put some distance between him and Finn. Finn climbed up onto the apron, and stood with his back to the ropes. After a moment, Dick turned around -- just as Finn jumped off of the apron. He looked to wrap his legs around Dick’s head and take him down with a hurricanarana, but Dick’s power was used to his advantage when he caught Finn and charged forward - APRON POWERBOMB! Finn hit the apron hard and fell to the floor, clutching at his lower back. Dick dropped to a knee, a hand coming up to rub against his neck where Finn had the cord wrapped earlier.
Dick moved to Finn, grabbing his hair and pulling up to his feet as he stood. Dick then rolled Finn into the ring, before rolling in himself. Dick pulled himself up to his feet and moves to Finn, who’s managed to roll up onto a knee. Dick reaches out to grab Finn, only to get Finn’s fist buried deep in his stomach. Finn hit Dick once more before standing up. Dick, after reeling from the punches, lunged forward for Finn - only for Finn to jump up and drop Dick with a beautiful dropkick. Both men hit the mat, and at the same pace they both began to pick themselves up.
Finn was up to his feet first with Dick not even a full second later. Dick attempted a wild haymaker, which Finn avoided, grabbing Dick’s head afterword and bringing him down to a lifted knee. Facebreaker on the knee! Dick stepped back a few steps, and Finn followed up with a clothesline that floored “The Butcher”. Finn watched as Dick showed his resilience and battled back up to his feet. Once he was, Finn turned so that his back was to Dick, and reached up grabbing him in a three-quarter facelock. Immediately afterword, Finn jumped up, backflipping over Dick and driving him down.. “ScRM”! Finn quickly moved into a pinning position…
One.. Two.. Thr--
Kickout!
Finn sits up, clearly frustrated that it didn’t end the match. It appeared like kicking out of that took everything out of Devereaux, though. He still lay motionless on the mat, and Finn saw this. Finn stood up and began to pull Dick up to his feet. He stopped, however, when he saw “Rumble” Reyes walking down the walkway. He now adorned a “Los Renegados” tee, along with his black sunglasses. Finn dropped Dick back to the mat and readied himself for a fight. Rumble stopped just in front of the ring and this temporary distraction was long enough for Dick to gather himself and pull himself up to his feet.
He moved behind Finn, and dropped to the mat - rolling him up with a handful of tights!
One.. Two.. Three!
WINNER: Dick Devereaux
Finn couldn’t power up in time, and Dick literally steals this match with the visual distraction from Rumble Reyes. Finn sits up, eyes narrowing on the towering Los Renegados member. Before Finn could react, though, Rumble turned and exited the ringside area. Finn rolled out of the ring and walked up the walkway, swearing to himself, oblivious to the fact that Ashtyn Rave walked directly past him, her eyes focused solely on Dick in the ring.
Dick, who had remained in the ring collecting himself after his surprise sneak-win, was unaware that Ashtyn entered the ring. Ashtyn stopped herself from doing anything long enough to grab the baseball bat that Dick left in the corner. She gripped the handle tight with both hands and waited for him to stand up. Once he was to his feet, he turned around with a smug smirk of satisfaction on his face. CRACK!!
Ashtyn hit him directly in the head with the baseball bat! Dick hit the mat hard - his head immediately beginning to gush blood, and Ashtyn followed up that crucial blow by hitting him over, and over again with the bat. To the ribs, once - twice - three times! She then took the bat and placed the butt-end directly on his throat. She applied pressure, choking him with the bat.
As Ashtyn stands over the beaten and bloody body of “The Butcher”, bat to his throat, she motions for ring announcer (and wrestler-in-training) Savannah Harper to hand her a microphone. Once Ashtyn has the microphone in hand, she eases up on the pressure and violently kicks Dick in the ribs and sends him out of the ring. The undefeated So-Cal star and former LLC standout paces around the ring for a moment, soaking in the reaction of the crowd, and once she makes her way back to the center, she stops. She turns around and looks out at the crowd, almost smiling at the reaction she is getting.
ALMOST.
They’re actually incredibly happy to see Ashtyn and after brushing her dark green locks back from her face, she raises the microphone up to her black lips. Now doubt she’s wearing “Wednesday”, a black liquid matte with blue/green shimmer from Pretty Zombie Cosmetics.
ASHTYN RAVE “Yes, it’s been awhile but I needed some time to do some fucking soul searching. Trust me when I say it had nothing to do with that stupid piece of shit I just kicked out of the ring. In fact, if anything, I owe the so-called ‘Butcher’ a ‘thank you.’ What happened back at Asylum VI was a huge fucking wakeup call for me. I never once asked for that piece of shit Cortez to do me any fucking favors. I never fucking wanted to be the face of this company. I’m not even sure why he even thought it should be me other than the fact I’m the best goddamn wrestler in this place.”
The crowd actually pops. Ashtyn looks a little taken aback but quickly regains her composure.
ASHTYN RAVE “I won the King of California tournament by beating a piece of shit who isn’t worthy of a name and the reigning Trans-Pacific Champion, Rowan Blackwood. The victory alone basically guaranteed me a shot at the Ultraviolent Championship. Every person who’s ever won the tournament has been given a shot at the belt for whenever they want. Those that have cashed it in, have gone to fucking win it. Now, it’s my turn.”
Ashtyn smirks.
ASHTYN RAVE “I want my goddamn title match. The championship shot is my right and there’s not a single person on this roster who is more qualified to the champion than me. I know it. The stupid roster knows it. All these fans know it. And most fucking importantly, Julian, you know it!”
Ashtyn pulls a crumpled up piece of paper from the pocket of her black, ripped skinny jeans. She unfolds it and holds it up.
ASHTYN RAVE “This is a copy of my contract, the one that Julian and I sat down and worked out together before I flew out to California. Julian has every right to say that King of California doesn’t automatically give me a title shot because this is a new era in So-Cal. But this, this fucking contract, GUARANTEES me a shot at whatever fucking title I want, when I want. It’s the only reason I fucking signed.”
That smirk grows wider.
ASHTYN RAVE “So guess what, Cortez? You don’t have a fucking choice but to give me what is fucking mine. I don’t give a shit who the fuck it is I face, what kind of match, or under what circumstances it happens under. But I want my match. I want my title. I’m will take what is mine and there’s nothing anyone can do to fucking stop me.”
Ashtyn drops the mic as “Coming Undone” by Korn hits the PA system. She throws her arms up in the air and flips the camera off.
CUT TO: INT. JULIAN CORTEZ’S OFFICE - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Julian Cortez has watched the entire situation with Ashtyn Rave unfold and to say he's annoyed would be an understatement. The entire time he spent watching that match and segment, Samantha Baltimore and Aliyah Turner sat waiting in the chairs in front of his desk. It was partially a power move on Julian’s part but the shock of seeing Ashtyn show up in such fine fashion left him shocked. Samantha and Aliyah didn't bother hiding their smiles either.
JULIAN CORTEZ: “What a stupid puta. She will never learn. And you two. You two find it funny, no?”
Samantha and Aliyah shrug at one another.
JULIAN CORTEZ (pointing at Samantha): “You won't be laughing if that little stunt takes away Reece’s title shot, will you?”
He points at Aliyah.
JULIAN CORTEZ: “You are about to have that smile wiped off your face. Rowan Blackwood will never be my first choice for a champion. She is a liability to this company and quite frankly, a liability to the entire city of San Diego. But the fact remains she did me a very big favor back at Rated V when she took that Trans-Pacific Championship off of someone who doesn't deserve it.”
Aliyah clenches her jaw. She's about to spring out of her seat and wrap her hands around Julian’s stupid neck, but Samantha places a comforting hand on her Aliyah’s knee.
JULIAN CORTEZ: “Your reckless and stupid actions at Rated V simply can not be ignored.”
Aliyah’s anger turned to confusion. She wasn't entirely sure she knew what Julian was talking about.
JULIAN CORTEZ: “Unless you are a contracted talent, you are not allowed down at ringside. I don't know what in the hell you were thinking when you allowed your boyfriend at ringside, but I have no choice but to take action. His presence put everyone involved in danger, including himself. And what would have happened if he had gotten set on fire? Jesse Raptors is already attempting to bring a lawsuit against So-Cal Ultraviolent. The last thing we need is another one. Going forward, Kevin Richards is not to step foot anywhere near this building. If he does, you'll be terminated immediately. As far as a punishment for Rated V? You're suspended. Indefinitely.”
Julian smirks.
JULIAN CORTEZ: “Without pay. We just can't have outsiders coming in and out like they work here. And the inmates will never run the asylum as long as I'm here. Security will escort you out Miss Turner.”
Julian hit a button on his phone and within seconds, Lindsay Pierce appeared. Aliyah went without incident because she was actually in shock. Samantha didn't know what to say. As Lindsay and Aliyah shut the door behind them, Lindsay gave Aliyah’s arm a gentle squeeze.
LINDSAY PIERCE: “He needs to go.”
Her voice was so low that it sounded muffled on camera. Aliyah heard her loud and clear though. Lindsay was also an original, and it was starting to become crystal clear that Julian wanted all of the original favorites gone.
MATCH FOUR: Paige Vs. Katie Anderson If there were ever two people who needed to get their hands on one another, it's the feisty Katie Anderson and the enigmatic Paige. For weeks these two women (and Trixie, too) have gone back and forth, physically and mentally. Paige’s music hits first and she begins making her way to the ring. She's come for a fight - taped fists, steel chair in hand. She taps the chair on the ground, raises it in the air, and basks in the glory of the mixed reaction she's getting. On one hand, the fans respect her and her abilities. But on the other hand, Paige is a pretty awful person. Paige slides into the ring and waits as her music is replaced by that of Katie Anderson’s.
Katie emerges from backstage focused and ready to choke the living hell out of Paige. There's no more sneak attacks. There's no more trash talking. She’s come with a loaded fist (those brass knuckles are glittering on Katie’s right hand) and kendo stick. Having narrowly missed capturing the Television Championship two weeks ago, Katie is ready to get this win under her belt and start working her way back up to that championship. She gets inside the ring and points the kendo stick in Paige’s direction. The two women exchange a few words and before the bell can even ring, Paige is swinging her chair at Katie!
Katie reacts by ducking the shot and slamming her kendo stick into Paige’s gut. The chair drops from Paige’s hands and Katie slams the kendo stick across Paige’s back. Paige drops to her knees and with a sick smile across her face, Katie cracks the stick right across Paige’s face. Paige appears to be out cold but Katie doesn't even bother going for the cover. Instead, she mounts Paige and begins pounding away on her, brass knux included.
Paige realizes how bad her situation is and despite the fact Katie is in the process of lighting her up, the Californian is able to somehow get her bearings enough to muscle off of her and roll out of the ring. When Paige drops down to the ground, she begins checking herself face to make sure she's not bleeding. Katie goes up to the top rope and when Paige gets herself into a standing position, Katie moonsaults off the top turnbuckle. Paige staggers out of the way and lets Katie crash to the floor, her risk not paying off this time. Paige reaches under the ring and withdraws a metal trashcan. She picks it up and raises it up, then begins slamming it down on Katie’s back over and over. Paige assaults the Georgia Peach until the trashcan is basically bent in half and once it's served its purpose, Paige tosses it to the side. Paige brushes her brunette locks out of her eyes and pulls Katie up by the hair.
The brass knux are still clinging to Katie’s knuckles and Paige pulls them off, putting them on her own hand. She levels Katie in the jaw with a vicious right hand and the younger girl slumps to the ground. Paige hauls her back up by the hair and literally slings Katie into the steel ring steps. Paige stomps on Katie’s lower back a few times before scooping her up and pushing her back into the ring. Back inside the ring, Paige picks up Katie and executes an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Satisfied that she's done enough to put the feisty Katie Anderson away, Paige drops down and goes for a cover.
1…
2…
Katie gets the shoulder up!
Paige gives the referee an evil glare because she definitely feels like she should have gotten the victory. But really she's being delusional because Katie kicked out in plenty of time. Paige gives the poor referee an earful while she gets to her feet. The momentary lapse in concentration allows Katie to grab a handful of tights and roll Paige up into a small package!
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Paige kicks out and very quickly gets to her feet. Katie is trying to do the same thing but Paige kicks the other woman right in the face. Katie falls back and Paige levels her with another kick right to the rib area. Paige kicks Katie all the way over to the corner and leans down to get into the other girl’s face. Whatever Paige is saying angers Katie to no end and she slams her head into Paige’s. The headbutt causes Paige to stumble back and Katie grips the ropes and pulls herself up to her feet. Paige comes right back at Katie but is met with another vicious headbutt and then a spear!
The crowd pops and Katie gets her second wind. She unleashes a string of solid strikes to Paige’s face. Even though she tries to cover up, Paige is currently at Katie’s mercy. Katie wraps her hands around Paige’s throat and starts squeezing the life out of the former multi-time champion. Katie mounts Paige, applying more pressure to her choke. Paige, though, manages to lift her hips off of the mat and rotate Katie to the ground. That alone made her release the choke, and Paige spun around - now taking control of the mount. She mercilessly begins to punch Katie directly in the face.
She doesn’t stop until she’s ready, and once that happens, she stands up - grabbing Katie’s hair and pulling her up with her. Once they were both vertical, Paige returns the favor from Katie’s attack earlier - hitting her with a vicious headbutt. Katie was instantly on wobbly legs, and if it wasn’t for Paige’s grip on her hair, she probably would have fallen. Instead, though, Paige hit her one more time with a headbutt before grabbing her arms and spinning her around -- “SWEET SACRIFICE”! The Unprettier driving Katie’s face into the mat with no remorse. Paige turned Katie over onto her back, covering her body…
One.. Two.. Three
WINNER: Paige
Paige stands up and looks to the outside of the ring where Elias Barnes has made his way. With a hand up, he motions for her to exit the ring - which she does. Paige walks right past him and back to the backstage area, Elias following close behind.
CUT TO: INT. BACKSTAGE AREA -- THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX -- CONTINUOUS Noah Reigner sits on a steel chair, icepack to his head and Dr. Curtis Everill attending to him. He’s still showing the effects of being rocked by ‘The Radical’s discus elbow strike that rendered him unconscious earlier in the evening. It wasn’t until Julian Cortez approached that Noah showed signs of life. He shot up to his feet, immediately feeling a little wobbly, but regained composure long enough..
NOAH REIGNER “Who in the hell was that guy?!”
JULIAN CORTEZ “Calm down, amigo. .. That was ‘The Radical’ Zayn. He’s a former Ultraviolent Champion.”
NOAH REIGNER “I don’t give a fuck if he’s a former champion. He doesn’t get to come out here and stick his nose into my business when he’s not even on the roster.”
JULIAN CORTEZ “Well… there was a stipulation I took over the ownership of the company. I had to honor certain contracts should the talent want to remain. Contracts like Riley Calix, Gunnar Erikssen, Reece Crosslin...”
Julian said and you could tell Noah saw red.
JULIAN CORTEZ “..And Zayn’s. He contacted me after Rated V and elected to remain with the company. Hands were tied, amigo. … But, you’re Los Renegados. You can handle this.”
Julian patted Noah’s shoulder before walking away.
MATCH FIVE: Micaela Peszek & Rowan Blackwood Vs. Jason Cashe & Tommy Knox dPEEg came down to the ring first, wearing their “dPEEg” championship belts - Cashe smoking a joint and Tommy drinking a beer on the way down. The Ultraviolent crowd were really behind these two, cheering and chanting “d-PEEg - d - PEEg”. Once in the ring, Cashe tossed the roach away, Tommy discarded the beer bottle and they removed their custom titles and that was when the theme music for the current Trans-Pacific Champion hit. She came out to the ring on her husband, Zander’s, back. He had her championship around his waist and her arms wrapped around his neck, legs around his waist. Half-way down the walkway, the music changed and out walked Micaela Peszek. She met up with Rowan and Zander just as Rowan slid off of her husband’s back, and the two women took to the ring.
Knox and Cashe allowed them to enter and return to their feet before marching across the ring to start the match. Cashe quickly lunged at Micaela, who side stepped his advances and fired a stiff, but well-placed kick to his leg. Knox grabbed Rowan’s firey red hair and pulled her close, but the short distance between the two enables Rowan to hit the much bigger Knox with a series of elbows to his ribs. This releases Knox’s grip and Micaela turns around to give Rowan a helping hand striking Knox, backing him to the ropes. The two hit a well-timed double dropkick that sends Knox up and over the top rope to the outside. Both women are quickly up their feet, and Rowan takes off in full sprint across the ring, hitting the ropes. She comes back and hits a glorious suicide dive through the ropes and onto Knox who was just returning to his feet.
Micaela turns around only to eat a ‘Dude Kick’ from Cashe that puts the brunette down. Cashe is quick to mount Micaela, hitting her with several of his patented ‘Gorilla style Fist attacks’. It wasn’t until Rowan rolled back into the ring, quickly hopping up to her feet and sprinting to them - hitting a basement dropkick to his face that he stopped. Cashe fell backward and both Rowan and Micaela returned to their feet. They showed impressive unity when they both went to work on Cashe, lifting him up only to plant him back into the mat with a Double DDT. The referee stood powerless - there was no disqualifications (normally) in So-Cal. Micaela would take her turn mounting Cashe, hitting him with her own strikes while Rowan dropped to her knees, laughing at him. But all the while, neither noticed Knox sliding back into the ring.
Knox grabbed Micaela by the hair, pulling her off of Cashe and literally throwing her into the corner. He turned around and before she could react, he booted Rowan directly in the face - which didn’t please Zander on the outside of the ring. Zander slammed his hands on the mat, yelling up at Knox who turned around and told him to “get fucked”. Cashe was up to his feet by now, and tee’ing off on Micaela in the corner with hard strikes. Cashe takes a step back, grabbing Knox’s arm and irish whipping him into the corner where he splashes into Micaela. Knox steps away from the corner, and Cashe runs in hitting a corner dropkick. Micaela drops to the mat, instantly rolling out of the ring, and that’s when dPEEG turned their sights to Rowan.
Rowan pulled herself up to her feet with use of the ropes. Spinning around she gets lifted up onto Knox’s shoulders and driven down with a flapjack/DDT combination from the dPEEg tandem. Rolling away, Rowan closes the gap between her and Zander, who’s climbed onto the apron and into the ring. The beastly Zander Blackwood stood toe-to-toe with Tommy Knox before Jason Cashe joins his team mate. The three begin trash talking each other, ultimately getting physical. Zander shoved Knox and Cashe back as they stepped closer, which led to Cashe jumping up and hitting Zander with a hard forearm to the head. Knox grabbed Zander, whipping him into the ropes. Zander bounces back and takes down both Cashe and Knox with a shoulder block. Cashe and Knox return to their feet, instantly working the double team on Zander as he checked on his wife.
On the outside, Micaela finally picked herself up and grabs the dPEEg tag team championships that Knox and Cashe wore previously. She put both belts into the ring before sliding in herself. She grabbed a championship, and waited until Cashe turned around. She blasts Cashe in the face with the championship belt! Knox turns around and moves to attack Micaela, only for Zander to grab the back of his tights and pulls him backward out of the ring between the ropes.
Micaela’s dropped the belt, and falls hitting a fist drop to Cashe’s head. Showcasing the training that she’s received from Riley and Andrew Wolfe - Micaela keeps Cashe grounded, punching at his head that is now showing a slight cut from the title belt. It doesn’t last though when she returns to her feet. She sprints to the ropes and comes back looking for a leg drop. Cashe rolled out of the way and Micaela lands hard on the mat. Cashe pushed himself up to his feet, grabbing Micaela’s hair - whipping her hard into the corner. Hard enough that she hits the turnbuckle and drops to a sitting position. Cashe smirks and channels his inner X-Pac, crotch chopping at the gorgeous brunette before running and jumping into the corner for a Bronco Buster…
Only to rack himself up on the middle ropes as Micaela moved out of the way. Cashe hangs there, breathing heavy as pain courses through his body. Micaela takes advantage, standing up behind Cashe and grabbing his head - pulling him backward, “STARGAZING” falling reverse DDT from Micaela. She immediately crawls over and covers Cashe…
One..
--- MEANWHILE ON THE OUTSIDE --- Rowan’s up to her feet by now, and climbed out onto the apron where she waits before jumping off at Knox who was just returning to his feet. Rowan flies off of the apron with a crossbody block… but Knox catches her. Spinning around he runs her back first into the steel post before literally throwing her at Zander. Zander, also showing impressive strength, catches her. Zander kneels down, gently placing his wife down on the ground only to be taken out with a hard Yakuza kick to the face by Knox. Immediately Knox turns around seeing Micaela hit the Stargazing DDT. He slides into the ring just as the one is counted.
Two.. Knox breaks up the pin!
Zander, after eating the kick to the face, looks furious. He lifts up his wife, rolling her into the ring - just as Micaela is returning to her feet after Knox breaks up the pin. Knox stands up with her and feeds her a stiff right forearm that nearly knocked her right out of the ring. She manages to grab onto the ropes to stop herself, though. Knox turns around to see Zander on the apron. Knox swore to himself as he made his way to where Zander stood - but before he could do anything, Zander blasts Knox in the face with a huge right forearm! Knox staggers back, right to Rowan who rolls up Knox.
One.. Two.. Rowan has a handful of tights. Three!
WINNERS: Micaela Peszek & Rowan Blackwood
CUT TO: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE- UNKNOWN LOCATION - CONTINUOUS ‘Defeated’ isn't a word that typically described the emotions of Detective Derek Armistead but that's exactly what he felt at the moment. When it became abundantly clear that Breanna Simpson was not in the warehouse and that they were wasting time, Armistead sent everyone back to the SDPD station. Only Holston hung back with him. Together, they were standing inside the warehouse. Holston had her hand on Armistead’s shoulder.
DETECTIVE HOLSTON: “It’s not over, Derek. There's a good chance Breanna is still alive.”
DETECTIVE ARMISTEAD: “But where is she, Lindzee? We’ve cased this entire city from top to bottom. We've ran all current and former locations for the Blackwoods. We've tracked their friends, their families, their enemies. And we have nothing. Not a damn thing.”
DETECTIVE HOLSTON: “But just like we found this warehouse, we will find Breanna.”
Armistead wasn't convinced.
DETECTIVE ARMISTEAD: “I'm one-thousand percent sure it was Zander who called this in himself.”
Before the conversation could continue, a loud band was heard. Armistead and Holston drew their weapons and frantically scanned the warehouse. The sprinklers inside the building kicked on and it began raining down on them. It wasn't water…
DETECTIVE HOLSTON: “Do you smell that?”
Armistead touched his hand to his nose.
DETECTIVE ARMISTEAD: “It’s gasoline.”
Pause.
DETECTIVE ARMISTEAD: “RUN!”
Armistead and Holston took off running through the gasoline rain. As fast as their legs could carry them, they tore through the warehouse and towards the nearest exit. They slammed into the door but it wouldn't budge. Armistead shoved Holston behind him and began kicking the door. It took three attempts, but he finally kicked the door open and pushed Holston ahead of him. As soon as they got out of the door, they hit the ground.
BOOM!
The warehouse erupted in flames.
MAIN EVENT: Television Championship Match - Trixie(c) Vs. Hailey Banks Fresh off her victory at Rated V and with a brand new manager apparently, Hailey Banks steps onto the small stage area as Gwen Stefani’s “Hollaback Girl” begins playing through the Ultraviolent Complex. As usual, she is beaming and looking radiant, no doubt ready to take Trixie’s newly won Television Championship away from her. Beside her stands Aiden Van’t Hoff, who’s running away from his real life responsibilities and now an official member of the So-Cal roster as Hailey’s manager. Go figure. Hailey and Aiden exchange smirks and Aiden motions for Hailey to walk in front of him. He checks her out because wedding rings mean nothing and exchanges a few douchey frat boy comments with the fans at ringside.
Hailey climbs into the ring and does her thing, soaking up the reaction she's getting from the fans. Aiden stays put on the outside, content to let his beautiful bestie have the spotlight. Hailey’s music is soon replaced by Trixie’s and the sinfully seductive blond makes her way out to the ringside area. She's got her newly won championship around her sexy waist and Trixie tosses her blond locks and strikes a pose. She wants to make sure everyone is able to get a picture of the new SCUV Television Champion. After standing there for an obnoxious amount of time, Trixie finally starts making her way to the ring.
Hailey has taken up residence on the outside to allow Trixie to have her moment, but once the Las Vegas native finally stops soaking in the mixed reaction from the crowd, her music dies out. Hailey goes to climb back into the ring and almost immediately, Trixie launches an attack. She starts stomping away on Hailey which doesn't do her any favors with the biased crowd. Trixie screams at them to worship her and not Hailey, and as if to emphasis that exact point, she tosses Hailey into the corner. Trixie charges her opponent and levels her with a huge splash, and Hailey slumps to the ground. Trixie smirks and backs up again, and almost immediately looks to hit the Bronco Buster. Aiden wisely pulls Hailey out of the way and Trixie ends up straddling the ringpost.
Aiden whispers some words of encouragement to Hailey and even though this is not a typical Hailey action, she grabs Trixie’s legs, jerks her forward as hard as she can, and quickly wraps Trixie in a figure-four around the ring post. Even though this is So-Cal and rules don't matter, it's Hailey and once she counts to five in her head, she breaks the hold. Aiden doesn't understand playing by the rules and tells Hailey to do it again. She looks unsure, but before she can react, Trixie is able to draw her legs up to her body and roll out of the way. The champion wasn't anticipating this type of brutal attack so early on.
Hailey makes her way up to the top rope from the outside and perched herself on the turnbuckle. She waits until Trixie makes her way back to her feet and she flies through the air, connecting with a missile drop kick! She immediately covers Trixie!
1…
Trixie kicks out right before the two count!
Hailey gets back to her feet and goes to legdrop Trixie, but Trixie moves. Hailey immediately grabs the back of her leg. Trixie pulls herself up and sees Hailey cringing. Trixie pauses for half a second to get her bearings and then goes to work on Hailey. She begins working over that leg, stomping away on the back of it and Hailey isn't able to get out of the way. Trixie repeatedly slams Hailey’s leg into the mat, doing her best to take away Hailey’s ground and aerial attack.
CUT TO: INT. THE PARKING LOT AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Micaela Peszek and Riley Calix are walking out of the building hand-in-hand. For the first time since joining SCUV, Micaela had managed to make it through a show without incident. Gunnar Erikssen hadn't shown his ugly face at all and Micaela was brimming with confidence from her and Rowan’s victory over dPeeg earlier in the evening. He carried her gear bag in his free hand, which he held up and slung over his shoulder. He stopped his momentum, pulling her as she carried forward. She stopped suddenly and turned. She noticed his smile, and he pulled her close - giving her a kiss to the forehead.
RILEY CALIX “You did great tonight, ‘Caela. You and Ro’ are really starting to come into your own as a tag team, too.”
Micaela didn’t reply, only offered up a genuine smile to Riley. Their eyes were locked on each other’s and it just felt right for them. -- However, this moment was cut short when Riley was blindsided by Jax who charged the duo from the shadows in the parking lot. Jax grabbed Riley, throwing him against the wall - placing his large hand around Riley’s throat to keep him there - and with his free hand, he viciously punched Riley in the stomach over and over again. Micaela stood back, yelling at Jax to stop. Jax finally moved his hand from around Riley’s throat, and hits the former champion with a hard elbow directly to the nose.
Riley drops to the ground, blood squirting from his nose and coming from his mouth. Internal bleeding is almost a definite after Jax’s hard punches. Jax turned to Micaela, lunging forward and grabbing her by the hair. She tried to fight back, but Jax’s strength was uncanny. Jax mercilessly threw Micaela face first against a parked car. Her body slumped to the floor, and he mounted her, wrapping his hands around her neck and beginning to choke the life from her.
CUT TO: When the action returns back to the ring area, Trixie is still in control of the match. She has Hailey wrapped up tightly in a sleeper and the bubbly blonde is fading quickly. The referee notices that Hailey isn't able to hold her arms up anymore and that prompts Aiden to jump on the apron and call the referee over. Trixie sees Aiden and the referee having a “conversation” and she lets go of Hailey. The TV Champ grabs the referee by the arm and demands that he ignore Aiden and pay attention to the match. She directs him towards Hailey and basically orders him to check on the former LLC star. Then she turns her attention to Aiden. Aiden jumps down and turns his back to Trixie. He doesn't give a fuck about anything she possibly has to say. Trixie huffs but nonetheless she turns back around.
Hailey has pulled herself up and when Trixie goes over to her, Hailey manages to catch the champion in the cut. Trixie doubles over and Hailey definitely wants to follow up her kick with a head scissors. She's still favoring her right leg and it gives out on her. Trixie seizes the chance to climb out of the ring and even though, Hailey’s first instinct is to follow, the Arizonan stops herself. She reaches through the ropes to grab Trixie, but the tricky one catches Hailey by poking her in the eyes. Trixie follows it up by slamming Hailey throat first across the ropes and Hailey goes down. Trixie quickly slides into the ring, jerks Hailey away from the ropes, and goes for the cover.
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2…
Kickout! Hailey manages to get her shoulder up and Trixie does not look impressed. She thinks about arguing with the referee but decides to just stay focused on Hailey. Trixie jerks Hailey up by the hair and throws her into the ropes. When Hailey comes back at her, the Alabama graduate ducks a clothesline. Hailey stops her momentum and Trixie whirls around, swinging wildly. In true Trish Stratus fashion, Hailey goes into a backbend to avoid the hit. She straightens and hits Trixie with a forearm.
While those two are fighting, the crowd is buzzing. An extremely attractive blond dressed in Prada and dripping with diamonds has made her way into the front row. Aiden takes his eyes off the action inside the ring and looks behind him. His face pales as his wife, Maisi Van’t Hoff, stands against the guardrail.
Hailey hits Trixie with a chick kick but instead of going for the cover, she looks for her friend. Seeing him tied up with Maisi instantly makes the normally happy blond see red. She walks over to them and immediately gets into an argument with Maisi. Trixie is stirring and sees that Hailey has her back turned so quick as a cat, Trixie crawls to the corner and gathers her Television Championship in her hands.
Aiden has stepped back and is trying not to laugh as Hailey is leaning over the second ring rope and practically in Maisi’s face. Maisi is leaning over the guardrail to close the gap between them. Maisi reaches out and just slaps the living piss out of Hailey, knocking that trademark smile right off the Arizonian’s face. Aiden’s eyes widen but before anyone can react, Trixie slams the belt into Hailey’s back. Trixie jerks Hailey back into the ring with a handful of tights and to add insult to injury, she slams the belt right into Hailey’s face where Maisi’s handprint is. Clutching her belt, Trixie goes for the cover!
1… 2… 3!!!!!
WINNER AND STILL TELEVISION CHAMPION: Trixie
Trixie jumps up to her feet, lifting her championship in the air victoriously. She wears a big smile on her face as she does, but she’s oblivious to the fact that Paige and Elias Barnes have walked through the curtain. Elias is trying to muscle Paige back, but Paige isn’t going to be stopped. She shoves her way past Elias and rushes down the walkway. Elias gives up when she’s out of arms reach, and grabs the walkie-talkie clipped on his belt. “Come get her, guys.” he says.
Paige slides into the ring just as Trixie turns around, and spears her down. Paige quickly mounts the television champion, firing off closed hand strikes to her. Paige is then pulled off of Trixie by a number of cops that rushed out. They must have been waiting for this. They pulled Paige up to her feet, where she managed to fight a couple of them off. She lunged again for Trixie, but Trixie rolled out of the ring with her title. She clutched the title to her chest as Paige stopped in front of the ropes. Her stopping allowed the cops to swarm her, eventually getting her in cuffs.
They helped her exit the ring and escorted her to the back, Trixie following with her championship over her shoulder, waving bye to “stalkerella”.
CUT TO: INT. PARKING LOT AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS In the far corner of the parking lot, lays So-Cal original Riley Calix. He appears to be unconscious and in a pool of his own blood. The Louis Vuitton bag belonging to Micaela Peszek is seen lying open on its side, the contents scattered in various directions. More of Micaela’s things are tossed around the scene of what appears to be a pretty gruesome crime. Given the fact that Jaxon West showed up and made his presence felt, there's no doubt that Calix had been left for dead. Conspicuous by her absence was Micaela.
Asylum VII fades to a close...
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