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Post by So Cal Ultraviolent on Jan 10, 2017 21:43:30 GMT -5
INT. JULIAN CORTEZ’S OFFICE - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Julian Cortez sits reclined back in his chair behind his desk. His phone pressed to his ear and a smile on his face.
JULIAN CORTEZ “Si, si. The King of California tournament is progressing well. Tonight we will have three finalists to go to King of California Five. … Yes, I know your client was a former Ultraviolent champion and that he will want to get back into the hunt. We’ll have to see how things progress, won’t we? … Well, Señor Zane, I look forward to meeting you and Takehiko soon. Adiós.”
Julian put down his phone. A former Ultraviolent champion, Takehiko, is on his way? We’ll find out soon.
MATCH ONE - Noah Reigner vs. Charity Olson Charity Olson and Beckham Hendricks have made their way to the ring, led by the sounds of “Hallelujah”. Beckham isn’t dressed to compete tonight, Charity is. Beckham’s head is scarred from the crucifix attack at the hands of Jack Owyns last week, much like the one he wears around his neck right now. Charity’s music cuts off and Puff Daddy’s “Come With Me” replaces it very quickly. As soon as the song kicks in heavily, Noah Reigner and his protection in the form of the female wrestler Eve, make their way to the walkway. They make their way to the ring where Noah climbs in. Eve stands on the outside of the ring, arms crossed over her chest as she watches. Beckham leans over and whispers something into Charity's ear. Charity crosses herself in the name of the Trinity while Beckham exits the ring.
The bell sounded and Charity began to cautiously walk to the center of the ring. Before anything could happen...Noah exited the ring. He and Eve began to walk to the back, Noah throwing up his hands and saying, "I'm not fighting her. It's pointless". Noah and Eve were booed loudly by the San Diego crowd, but they didn't care at all. They didn't stop or say another word before pushing through the curtain and walking back to the backstage area. The referee looked at Charity and Beckham as he reentered the ring to stand beside his girlfriend, whom looked to be getting her first victory in the company.
Before the referee could announce it though, Jack Owyns has jumped over the crowd barrier and slid into the ring behind them. He stalked behind Beckham, waiting for the perfect moment and then, without a second hesitation, Jack grabs him and hits him with his “Mischief-Maker” cut throat Saito suplex! Seconds after Jack drove Beckham into the mat, Charity turns around and watches Jack mount Beckham and, for the second time, take Beckham’s own crucifix to his skull. His cut reopened and blood began to flow again, but before any more damage could be done, Charity jumped on Jack’s back.
Her arms wrapped around his throat, beginning to choke off his air supply. Jack lets go of Beckham and pushes up to his feet with Charity on his back. He reached above him, grabbing a handful of her hair and flipping her down onto the mat viciously. Jack moves back to Beckham, dragging him to the ropes where he twists the top and middle ropes around his spread arms. Jack smiled devilishly, wiping his hand over Beckham’s bleeding head, covering his hand. Jack then moved back to Charity, wiping off his hand on her face as she let out a terrible scream. He kneeled down, wrapping his hands around her throat – choking her. Her hands moved up to his, trying to force him off while gasping for air. He just applied more pressure. He waited until she was almost unconscious before stopping.
Lifting her up, he dragged her to Beckham who was fighting and kicking – trying to get out of the ropes. Jack ripped the crucifix necklace off from around Beckham’s throat. He then takes the edge to Charity’s head and does the same thing he did to Beckham, dragging it across her flesh and cutting her open with it. After he was satisfied, he dropped her and the crucifix to the mat and exited the ring. His hands covered with Charity’s and Beckham’s blood.
WINNER: No Contest
INT. SECLUDED HALLWAY - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS So-Cal Ultraviolent owner, Julian Cortez, stands in a secluded hallway in the Ultraviolent Complex. He’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he stares off in the distance. A door just behind him opens and a male, around thirty in age, walks out wearing a referee shirt. This referee passes Cortez without as much as a word, but is soon stopped by the owner’s voice.
JULIAN CORTEZ “Amigo, hold on.”
The referee stops and turns around
JULIAN CORTEZ “You’re the official for next match, ¿sí? … I want you to do me a favor. This Miss Kennedy has gone on record with her feelings toward myself and this company. Chingad Cortez. I want you to keep your eye on her and I want you to make sure she knows who el jefe is, ¿comprende?”
The referee nods his head and turns around. He hurries off to ringside, leaving Julian with a smile on his face.
MATCH TWO - Larkin Kennedy vs. Johnny Weston The Feminazi versus The New Age Superhero. It sorta seems like a match for the ages doesn’t it?
Larkin and Johnny stand on opposites of the ring as SCUV official, Henry Washington, explains the rules of the contest. Larkin and Johnny both exchange looks with one another because as far as they’re concerned, there are no rules. So Cal Ultraviolent isn’t a typical wrestling company and last time anyone that was currently inside the Ultraviolent Complex checked, hardcore/no holds barred matches were the norm. Shaking off the confusion, Johnny sticks his hand out to Larkin in a show of good sportsmanship. The ultra friendly newcomer isn’t one for making enemies. However Larkin isn’t in the mood. She doesn’t trust men, even those who are pretty simple. She slaps Johnny’s hand away and drives her knee into his stomach. She begins wailing on him with clubbing blows to the back of the neck and forces him into the corner. The cosmetics maven places her foot under the chin of Johnny and begins choking him. Eventually, Henry Washington inserts himself into the picture and forces Larkin back which causes the audience to jeer. Half of them might not like Larkin because they’re men, but when did a choke become illegal in SCUV?
Larkin asks Henry that very question and unfortunately for her, it gives Johnny enough time to recover. He shakes off the tough beginning of his return match and drives his shoulder into Larkin’s side. You can see that he feels remorseful because intergender matches aren’t the most comfortable of situations for him, but business is business. He wants to win. Larkin hits the opposite corner from the one Johnny had been forced into and once her back is placed firmly against the turnbuckles, Johnny begins working her over. Once he feels that he’s worn down Larkin enough, he backs up and charges towards her. The ombre-haired beauty isn’t able to move as Harambe’s biggest fan drives both knees into her. Larkin slumps down in the corner as Johnny gets back up. Grabbing a handful of hair, he drags Larkin to the center of the ring and lays her out. Using the ropes for momentum, Johnny sprints, springs up and stomps right down on Larkin’s midsection with both feet. And continuing the fluidity of his movements - he springs up to his feet, rushes to the ropes, bounces off, and somersaults down on top of her. Grabbing Larkin’s leg, Johnny goes for the first cover of the match.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!!!
Larkin gets her shoulder up and decides she needs to go ahead and fend off Johnny. She catches him in the eye with her fingers, and when he stumbles back she brings herself into a sitting position. Johnny goes back for her, but Larkin catches him in the breadbasket with a fist. Johnny doubles over and Larkin nails him right in the junk. Thank God Johnny and Tinsley have already procreated. Johnny grabs at his nuts and withers around on the mat in pain, and Henry Washington proceeds to tell Larkin that her behavior is completely unacceptable. Larkin does nothing but spit at the man’s feet. She knows she’s being treated unfairly at the moment. Larkin glares at Henry as she stands up and walks over to Johnny. She helps him to his feet and whips him across the ring. Johnny is able to duck Larkin’s clothesline attempt, but when he comes back at her he isn’t so lucky. Larkin nearly takes his head off with a spinning heel kick! She drops down and goes for a cover.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!!
Larkin doesn’t hook the leg and Johnny has no problem powering out of her pin attempt. She doesn’t get frustrated. Instead, Larkin just goes back to work. She drops down to her knees and wraps Johnny up in a sleeperhold. She tightens her grip as he begins to fade and demands that Henry Washington check. Reluctantly, Henry grabs Johnny’s hand and lets it drop. He does it a second time, and the results are the same. Larkin screams at Henry to do it a third time and when he does, Johnny’s hand goes down for the third time.
Henry doesn’t call the match.
Larkin releases Johnny and springs to her feet. She is angry and confused, and demands an explanation from the official. They argue back and forth for several seconds and unbeknownst to Larkin, Johnny has suddenly woken up. In fact, he seems perfectly fresh almost like he had been playing possum! He races over to the top rope and gets himself set. He launches himself through the air and Larkin gets hit in the back of the head with a stunning dropkick! Johnny rolls over on top of Larkin and hooks her leg again.
1…
2…
…..KICKOUT!!!!
Larkin BARELY kicks out. Johnny gives Henry a shocked look and there’s nothing he can do. Shaking his head, Johnny lumbers back to his feet and watches as Larkin does the same. He sprints to the far side ropes again, bounces off, and comes back with an attempt at "The Enziguri Heard Around The World", which in this case would have been a jumping Enziguri. Larkin, however, ducks underneath the kick and Johnny crashes down onto the mat, landing on his stomach and chest with a loud thud. He immediately pops up, holding his gut in pain.
Larkin sees him on his knees for a moment, quickly moves back to the ropes behind her, bounces off and "Fuck The Patriarchy"! The Bomaye, a stiff kick to the back of Johnny's head undoubtedly knocks him unconscious. She doesn't waste any time. She turns Johnny onto his back and covers him. Henry, though, takes his time dropping into position.
ONE.......
TWO......
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THREE!.
Winner: Larkin Kennedy [8:45]
INT. SECLUDED HALLWAY - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Ashtyn Rave has just arrived at the Ultraviolent Complex via an Uber. The majority of the doctors who saw her, and friends told her not to go to work, but Ashtyn wasn't to be stopped. No one told her what to do - fuck them, she thought. Walking in through the secluded back entrance, she hoped no one knew. She wanted to show up, do her thing and go. But Julian Cortez knew thanks to security cameras everywhere. He met her in a back hallway. She sighed deeply and tried to avoid him, but he stopped right in front of her.
JULIAN CORTEZ "Mija, we need to talk."ASHTYN RAVE "No we don't. I have a fuckin' match soon and I don't even want to be here right now. So move."Julian shook his head. JULIAN CORTEZ "No. I heard what happened and I've also been on the phone with the hospital since I heard."ASHTYN RAVE "Good. Then you heard I was signed out. I'm fuckin' good don't worry."She tried to brush past again, but again he stopped her. JULIAN CORTEZ "And why do you think that is? Because of me. .. Ashtyn, I brought you from Mexico for a reason. I could have very well left you in Guadalajara to sit in a company that would soon close after I sold my shares to someone else. You would have been stuck there. I made sure that you weren't."ASHTYN RAVE "And what do you want, a fucking thank you? Fat chance."JULIAN CORTEZ "No no. All I want is for you to realize what an opportunity you have here, and that you were close to throwing that all away. For what reason, I don't know - nor do I care to. But, mija, I need you to wake up. I have big, big plans for you - and that can't happen if you overdose."She scoffed in his direction, rolled her eyes and walked away. MATCH THREE - Sultans of So-Cal vs Team dPEEg The Sultans stand in their own corner watching as Jason Cashe and Tommy Knox circle outside of the ring, hyping up the crowd for this tag team match. Tommy Knox with a joint in hand and he marches to where two ends of the railings meet and climbs onto a steel chair that’s sat up. He places the joint between his lips and screams out for a light. A fan obliges and lights the end of the joint. All the while, Jason Cashe has slid into the ring and mounted the turnbuckles in his corner, standing above Knox and watching approvingly. Knox steps off of the chair and walks up the steps to the apron. Cashe jumps off of the turnbuckle and walks to the center of the ring. Larry Tran is the first man in for the Sultans, and he meets Cashe.
Tran extends his hand for a shake, which Cashe smirks at and in a quick succession of maneuvers, Cashe slaps Tran’s hand away then puts him in a headlock. Tran tries to fight out, but Cashe wrenches it in tightly, before flipping him over his hip – judo style – and onto the mat, headlock still applied. Cashe would release the hold, immediately bounce up to his feet, and jumps up and drops his leg across Tran’s throat. The rookie of the two didn’t know how to react to Cashe’s speed in this exchange. Cashe pushes himself up to his feet, pulling Tran up with him. Immediately Cashe fires off a serious of strong jabs and straights – turning it into a combination of strikes before ending it with a stiff roundhouse kick that he calls the “Dude Kick”.
The fans are all behind Jason Cashe, cheering his series of strikes. Tran begins to work his way to his feet, which Cashe notices. Cashe stalks him, lining him up. Tran sits up on a knee before putting together that last push of energy to blast up to his feet. When he does, Cashe takes a running charge and “MARK OF JASON”! The Superman style-jump Elbow strike nearly takes Tran’s jaw clean off. The youngster was out before he even hit the mat. All Durbin can do is watch this unfold. Immediately after the move was connected and Tran was knocked unconscious, Durbin blasted into the ring, charging at Cashe only to be back body dropped.
Cashe crossed the ring and tagged in Knox, who passes whatever is left of the joint that was previously lit. The two exchange places. Knox grabbing Durbin by the hair and pulling him up to his feet in order to lift him up and hit an inverted atomic drop. Durbin remains standing, albeit hunched forward slightly and holding himself in pain. Knox sprints to the near ropes, bouncing off and hitting a leaping shoulder block that takes the rookie off of his feet. Both are back up pretty quickly and this time Knox takes him down with a Russian leg sweep. Knox pushes up to his feet and Durbin rolls to the ropes to pull himself up. The experience factor of Knox and Cashe is proving to be too much for the Sultans. Knox stands in front of an empty corner, looking out into the crowd that clap and stomp in unison for dPEEg. CUT TO: INT. UNKNOWN AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Two masked figures sit in front of a laptop. The server used by So-Cal is up. Lighting, sprinkler-system for fire prevention, and audio interface for the P.A. system. They both remain motionless, eyes on the screen.
CUT TO: RINGSIDE Durbin charges at Knox, only to be on the receiving end of a drop toe hold that sends Durbin’s head into the turnbuckle. Durbin holds his face in pain. Knox returns to his feet and stalks Durbin. Durbin uses his location to grab the ropes and pull himself up to his feet. Once there, he turns around to be on the receiving end of two right kicks to his thigh and a left kick to his stomach. Knox then swiftly DDT’s the young grappler hard into the mat. Instead of going for the cover, though, Knox returns to his feet and climbs the ropes. Cashe enters the ring now and lines Durbin up.
Durbin finally returns to his feet, back to Cashe which is how he planned it. Cashe charges at Durbin and jumps up, grabbing Durbin’s head and bringing him down with a Back-to-Back Cutter which he calls “UNDER THE INFLUENCE” (or U.T.I.). Immediately after Durbin his the mat, Knox leaps off of the top turnbuckle, successfully hitting the “AMERICAN HIGHLIFE” which is a high vertical Frog Splash. This combination of finishers between the two, they like to call “AMERICAN INFLUENCE”. Knox remains across the body of Durbin for the easy One.. Two.. Three.
Winners: dPEEg (Jason Cashe & Tommy Knox)CUT TO: INT. UNKNOWN AREA - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS The figure in the black metal mesh mask clicks a button on the laptop in front of him.CUT TO: RINGSIDE Immediately after the pin fall took place, the sprinkler system came on in the Ultraviolent Complex. Everywhere and everyone was almost immediately soaked. It didn’t take long before every light in the Ultraviolent Complex was cut off too. And then, over the P.A. system, an eerie background music was heard while the voice of one man was tracked over it.
“We’ve heard the talks and mumblings about how maybe one day So-Cal Ultraviolent will change and welcome tag teams into its company. Maybe one day they will change and introduce tag team championships. You want change to the So Cal standard?
WE ARE THE CHANGE THAT YOU SEEK. WE ARE THE ONE’S THAT YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR.
Jason Cashe and Tommy Knox, tonight was a walk in the park for you – don’t expect the rest of your time here to be.”
The lights returned. The water was shut off and the music ended with the voice over. Jason Cage and Tommy Knox turn around to look at each other, “What the fuck was that?” Cashe asked. Knox shrugged, “Must be the weed, bro.” he replied.
INT WOMENS DRESSING ROOM - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Beautiful blond (and extremely conniving) Trixie is sitting on a bench in the women’s dressing room. She appears to be alone and has her Michael Kors saffiano leather handbag with her. Sat out on the bench is a mini fire extinguisher, water bottle, a pair of brass knuckles, small crowbar, and a tube of MAC Retro Matte Liquid Lipcolor in the shade ‘Tailored To Tease.’ Trixie turns towards the mirror and slicks her pouty lips with the perfect shade of pink. Then she tosses the tube of lipstick into her bag. The other items follow and once everything is in place, she zips her bag up.
TRIXIE: “I may not have a brick to smash Rowan with, but I will make sure she doesn’t try and set me on fire. She’s such a total freak.”
Rolling her eyes, Trixie picks up her cellphone and positions it in front of her face for a selfie.
TRIXIE: “For my fans!”
She makes a kissy face, snaps a picture, and uploads it to all her various social media accounts. While this is going on, someone knocks on the door and a stagehand pokes their head into the dressing room.
STAGEHAND: “Miss Smith? Rowan Blackwood is finished with her SoCal dot com interview and we want to get your thoughts on the match now. Do you mind coming with me?”
Trixie seems put out, but at least it’s another opportunity to get on camera (even if it’s just a webcam). She nods and stands up, adjusting her outfit and fluffing out her blond hair. Without a word, she exits the lockerroom.
INT. BACKSTAGE AREA – THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX – CONTINUOUS Zander Blackwood watches as Trixie follows the stagehand out of the dressing room and down the hall. Once the duo disappears around the corner, Zander turns his head and motions for someone to join him. Micaela Peszek appears at his side and she’s brought a friend. Wrapped around Micaela’s shoulders is her four foot albino California King Snake, Jasper.
ZANDER BLACKWOOD: “Do your thing.”
Zander doesn’t necessarily look at Jasper, but Micaela seems enamored with him. She gently opens the door of the makeshift lockerroom and heads right for Trixie’s offensive handbag. Micaela unzips it and gives Jasper a sad smile.
MICAELA PESZEK: “I promise this is only temporary.”
She places a kiss on top of Jasper’s head and unwraps him from around her body. Very gently, like Jasper is a literal baby, she places him inside Trixie’s oversized bag. She zips it back up and takes her leave, praying that poor Jasper doesn’t suffocate while they wait for the match to begin.
MICAELA PESZEK: “If it’s the last thing I do, I will do everything I can to make sure that dumb cunt never wins another match.”
Zander quietly nods. Micaela might not be their close friend, but she was their ally thanks to her brief association with Zander’s friend, Riley Calix. Together, the two head off, no doubt to find Rowan, and to get ready for the rest of the night.
INT. CATERING AREA OF SORTS - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Referee Henry Washington stands by a small table in a remote area backstage. The table has a party sub from Subway on it along with several bags of chips and a box of Krispy Kreme donuts. He is holding a small paper plate and is helping himself to more of that party sub than he should given his shoddy refereeing during the Larkin Kennedy/Johnny Weston match.
VOICE (O.S.): “YOU!”
Henry jumps a mile and drops his plate in the process. Larkin Kennedy storms into the picture, ombré locks flying behind her. She's furious and rightfully so.
LARKIN KENNEDY: “You scum sucking piece of shit!”
Henry’s eyes widen and Larkin is on him in a flash, grabbing him by the shirt collar and forcing him against the wall.
HENRY WASHINGTON: “Miss Kennedy, I-I think you need to relax…”
His voice trails off.
LARKIN KENNEDY: “Relax? I need to fucking relax? You tried to fucking screw me out of my match. I have every fucking right to be upset, douchebag.”
Without thinking, Larkin slams her forehead into Henry’s head butting him and sending him slumping to the ground. She drops down and pounds him with a flurry of lefts and rights to the face. He tries to roll away from Larkin, but she pulls him back up and sends him flying right into the catering table. Henry sprawls out in the midst of food and carnage and Larkin looms over him, hands on her hips.
LARKIN KENNEDY: “Tell your goddamn boss to stay the fuck out of my business here in SoCal. I have a right to make a living here just like everyone else. The fucking patriarchy isn't going to stop me from climbing to the top of this company and destroying everyone who gets in my way.”
Larkin places her foot on Henry’s throat and spits in his face.
LARKIN KENNEDY: “There's a reason they call me the Feminazi.”
With that, she releases Henry and stalks off. No doubt he would relay her message to Julian Cortez.
MATCH FOUR - Reece Crosslin vs. Micaela Peszak vs. Aliyah Turner vs. Sydney Hilton Three of the combatants have entered the ring. As soon as Hilton stops taunting the San Diego crowd that are, - to be fair - more into Crosslin and Turner due to their storied histories, he enters the ring and the match begins. Crosslin immediately guns for Hilton in an attempt to finish what was started at the last Asylum. Turner charges across the ring and leaps on Peszek with a lou thez body press. Before Turner can start to fire off shots to Peszek, Peszek flips her off and the two women are quickly back up to their feet. Peszek fires off a forearm shot, but the experience of Turner allows her to see that coming. She blocks it and shoots off her own. Two, three, four in rapid succession. ‘The Spitfire’ is really living up to that nickname tonight. Peszek has staggered back to the ropes, and pushes herself off…right into roundhouse kick to the side of her head from Turner! Peszek is down and uses that training she’s received to roll out of the ring to catch her breath.
Meanwhile, Hilton and Crosslin have exchanged shots as well – Hilton getting the upper hand after ducking a clothesline attempt. Hilton grabs Crosslin and tosses him into the corner where Hilton proceeds to hit the San Diego-born Crosslin with multiple cornered European uppercuts, each one harder than the last. After the third, Hilton sprints across the ring to bounce off of the ropes. Upon returning, he finds that Crosslin has exploded out of the corner. Crosslin jumps up, wrapping his legs around Hilton’s head and taking him down with a quick and flawless hurricanrana. Hilton hits the mat and immediately rolls out of the ring. He lands on his feet, and slaps the mat in frustration as he looks up at Crosslin. Standing tall in the ring are Crosslin and Turner, which draws a loud round of applause from the San Diego faithful. The two look at one another and nod before sprinting to the ropes in front of them. One going one way, the other going the other. They cross paths mid-ring before approaching the side where their respective opponents stand outside…
DOUBLE SUICIDE DIVE!
Turner dives through the middle and top rope while Crosslin flips over the top! Both land the move successfully which makes the approval grow from applause to a massive roar.
Crossline is up to his feet, and it’s now his turn to taunt the crowd. Turner is up to her feet and throws her arms up as well. Both, though, don’t take long doing this. Turner grabs Peszek by her hair, pulling her to her feet with the intention of putting her back into the ring. However, Peszek counters. Peszek spins them both around, grabbing Turner by her hair and driving her shoulder first into the steel post. Peszek grabs Turner by the tights, pulls her back a couple of feet and drives her into the post again. Turner lets out a scream of pain and drops to the floor, holding her shoulder. Peszek drops down, grabbing the injured arm now and applying a Fujiwara armbar. She cranks back on the arm, bending it to an unnatural angle, which makes Turner’s screams grow louder. Peszek keeps the hold applied for more than a gracious period before releasing and standing to her feet. Peszek places a well-aimed stomp on the shoulder and bends down shouting to Turner, “I’m the Queen of California. Deal with it!”
On the opposite side of the ring, Crosslin has jumped back onto the ring apron and walked to the far corner away from Hilton. He waited for Hilton to return to his feet before running along the apron and jumping off, hitting a forward flip senton onto Hilton that sends them both crashing onto the floor. Crosslin pops back up to his feet, hand holding his lower back momentarily before turning and lifting Hilton to his feet. Hilton brings a knee up to Crosslin’s stomach and throws him to the corner of the two crowd railings that meet one another. Crosslin hits the railing hard and while selling the impact, Hilton charges toward him hitting a running big boot to his opponent, sending him flipping over the barrier and into the crowd. Hilton quickly moves back to the ring where he climbs onto the apron and onto the top turnbuckle. His eyes on Crosslin. He motions for the crowd to separate, which they do. Crosslin was almost up to his feet when Hilton jumped off of the top rope. Soaring through the air and into the crowd, Hilton hit a perfect diving crossbody onto Crosslin and the two crashed into a pile of empty chairs!
Peszek now has lifted Turner and rolled her back into the ring before entering herself. Peszek stalks the former King of California-finalist as Turner rolls onto her stomach and pushes up to her hands and knees. Before she could do anything else, Peszek runs to the far ropes, bouncing off and coming back with a shining wizard kick to Turner's head. Peszek rolls Turner onto her back and covers, but only manages to get a two count before Turner powers up, showing that heart she has. Peszek looks frustrated. She is up to her feet, pulling Turner up as well. Only this time, Turner counters and swings Peszek down with an armdrag. 'The Spitfire' has tapped into some adrenaline she had stored up somewhere. She's up in a flash, and when Peszek is up again, she's taken back down with another armdrag. Peszek's back up and then down again with a dropkick from Turner. Turner's back up and lets out a primal yell, sprinting to the far ropes and bouncing off.
She's timed her approach perfectly with Peszek returning to her feet. Turner jumped up, and came down on Peszek with double flying knees on her shoulders, driving her down to the mat. Turner stayed in this position, reaching back and grabbing her legs to pin - but she too only gets a two count before Peszek powers out. Turner springs up to her feet, waiting for Peszek to do the same. Peszek looks a little winded and shocked at the sudden outburst from Turner. Peszek uses the ropes to pull herself up to her feet, turns around and quickly drops back down to the mat to avoid a roundhouse kick from Turner. Peszek rolls to the outside of the ring and onto her feet. She yells up at Turner who grabs onto the top rope, pulls back and launches herself over the top rope and onto... Sydney Hilton whom had just climbed over the railing!
Peszek ducked out of the way instinctively, and then watched as they both crashed and burned. Peszek looks around and notices Crosslin climbing over the railing and, showing his weakened and gassed state, literally pulling himself into the ring. Peszek reenters the ring and cuts off Crosslin before he could get to his feet with a running punt kick to the stomach. Crosslin lets out a yell of pain, but still pushes himself up to a knee. Peszek fires off a right mid-kick that hits Crosslin in the side of the head. He doesn't fall completely but staggers, even at the position he's in. Peszek marches to the nearby turnbuckle and climbs. She waits for him to shake out the cobwebs and work up to his feet before she jumped off, twisting in mid-air and grabbing Crosslin's head bringing him down with an Ace Crusher - a move she calls "M.P.KO"!
The crowd popped and Peszek looked to crawl onto her fallen opponent, but something caught her eye. She stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed both Gunnar Erikssen and Jax West sitting at ringside. Jax has stood up, waving at his wife. She was like a deer in the headlights, much like she was weeks ago against Trixie. She didn't see Hilton sliding into the ring behind her. As Peszek slowly rose to her feet, Hilton came up from behind, grabbed her by the tights and threw her on the outside of the ring where he left Aliyah Turner
-- MOMENTS AGO -- After Turner's dive to the outside of the ring, both she and Hilton fought to their feet at the same time. Once there, Turner tried to use her speed to land a flurry of kicks. However Hilton grabbed her, flipped her up onto his shoulders and drove her down to the ground with a Samoan Drop. Afterword, he would slid into the ring. With Peszek discarded and Turner taken out briefly, Hilton's time to capitalize was now. He lifted Crosslin to his feet and with a burst of speed and energy, Hilton successfully landed a trio of suplexes. First a German, which he rolled through into a Dragon and with one final roll through, a Straightjacket suplex. This trio he calls the "Black Parade". He bridged into a cover after the last suplex and would pick up the one...two...three.
Winner: Sydney Hilton [13:57].
After the match, Sydney would celebrate his win. Peszek would walk to the back, head hung in shame after another loss at the hands of her husband and his friend. They both smiled and laughed evilly, waving her off. Turner slammed her hands on the mat in anger and disappointment. But none of them stopped Noah Reigner and Eve from walking down the aisleway. Eve with a chair in her hand on the approach. They both climbed into the ring which is where Noah lifted Crosslin up to his feet. Eve positioned the chair on the mat at Noah's feet. Noah lifted Crosslin up on his shoulders in an Electric Chair hold and then... BAM! "Death By Reigner" onto the chair!
Crosslin's body goes limp. Noah returned to his feet, standing over Crosslin's body for a moment before he and Eve exited the ring and made their way backstage.
INT./EXT. JULIAN CORTEZ OFFICE - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS
The doorway to the office of Julian Cortez was opened and in the frame stood the newest signee to So-Cal Ultraviolent – Lexi Sheckler. Julian Cortez stands in front of her, shaking her hand. It looks as if the deal was just finalized. JULIAN CORTEZ “Thank you for choosing us for your in-ring return, Miss Sheckler, you’re going to fit right into the roster nicely.”
LEXI SHECKLER “Yeah, I’m sure of it.”
JULIAN CORTEZ “You can find yourself a seat anywhere in the Complex and watch the rest of the show. You don’t want to miss anything.”
Julian smiled and turned to walk back to his desk. Lexi turned and closed the door – beginning to walk away, only to stop by the sounds of someone clapping. It was Noah Reigner, who stood in the hallway leaned against the wall. After Lexi laid her eyes on him and rolled her eyes, Noah pushed himself off of the wall and approached.
NOAH REIGNER “Look who it is. Lexi Sheckler – another ‘legend’ in the biz. .. Oh yeah, I know who you are, Lex – can I call you Lex? – and I know that you dumped the wrestling thing ‘cause you tried that whole MMA schtick.”
LEXI SHECKLER “You’re right, mullet boy, I did. What’s stopping me from doing that ‘MMA schtick’ right here, right now?”
Noah looked over his shoulder to Eve. Lexi saw her too, but wasn’t intimidated. Noah smirked.
NOAH REIGNER “This is a wrestling company, toots. Stick to that. I just wanted to come by and extend a friendly “howdoyoudo” to the ‘legend’. … And to also make you aware, I’ve made it my mission to take down the legends that are plaguing this place. You’re in the same company with Reece Crosslin, Sydney Hilton, and Jack Owyns, Lex. I’ll be seeing you real soon.”
LEXI SHECKLER “That…. Does not intimidate me in the slightest, curly cue. Put up or fuckin’ shut up. I’ll make you regret ever opening your mouth.”
Lexi left it at that and walked away, leaving Noah and Eve in her dust.
INT. BACKSTAGE AREA - ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Ashtyn Rave walks down the hallway with a scowl on her face. Julian’s presence had irritated her to no end and Ashtyn knew exactly who she was going to take it out on. She walks around until she comes to the men’s lockerroom and doesn't bother to knock. Barging right on in and looking for Sydney Hilton, Ashtyn is disappointed to find the lockerroom empty. With a sigh of disgust, she walks out and slams the door shut behind her. Ashtyn walks down the hallway and stops when she spies the bleached blond head of someone she knows.
And no, it's not Sydney.
Kensington Prescott, Syd’s girlfriend, is talking into her cellphone. And the best part? She's alone. Ashtyn cracks her knuckles and quietly walks up behind Kensi. A quiet, confident smile comes across Ashtyn’s face and she taps Kensi on the shoulder. The other woman turns around and her jaw drops when she sees Ashtyn standing in front of her.
KENSINGTON PRESCOTT (INTO THE PHONE): "Mom, I’ll call you back.”
Kensington disconnects the call and looks around, probably for Sydney. He's nowhere to be found.
ASHTYN RAVE: “So how's Aunt Ella doing?”
Ashtyn’s voice is full of malice and before Kensington can even utter a reply, Ashtyn slams her fist right into her cousin’s face. Kensi stumbles back and trips over her own feet and Ashtyn just shakes her head.
ASHTYN RAVE: “I've been waiting two years for this.”
She grabs Kensi up and the two women begin brawling all down the hallway. Their fight spills into the bathroom and Ashtyn takes pleasure in slamming Kensi’s face off the porcelain sink. She does it again and before long, the helpless Kensington is bleeding from what's no doubt a broken nose. Ashtyn grabs her cousin by the hair and whips her into the bathroom door. Kensi sprawls out in the stall and Ashtyn takes her and shoves her face first into the toilet. She nearly drowns the older girl but decides that's just not good enough. Ashtyn drops Kensi, walks over to the mirror, and slams her own fist into the glass. The mirror shatters and Ashtyn picks up the longest shard of glass she can find.
Kensi sees what's about to happen and her blue eyes widen in fear. Thankfully, SCUV’s top notch security team burst into the bathroom and Lindsay Pierce ends up tackling Ashtyn to the ground. Kensington scrambles away but Ashtyn somehow manages to get away from Lindsay and push past Alix and Elias. Before either one can grab her, Ashtyn plunges the glass right into Kensi’s shoulder. Kensington screams bloody murder. Ashtyn drops the glass and starts laughing. Medical personal comes rushing into the scene and it abruptly cuts.
MATCH FIVE - Rowan Blackwood vs. Trixie Trixie stands in the ring beaming with confidence. Her Michael Kors saffiano leather handbag is sat in the corner. She is completely unaware of the fact Micaela and Zander have placed a little surprise inside. Rowan Blackwood’s music is playing but so far she hasn't made her way out to the ring. Trixie doesn't look bothered by the turn of events but when Micaela and Zander appear from behind the curtain, the blond’s arrogant smile changes. Crawling out from under the ring is Rowan and she’s got a kendo stick in her hands. She slips in the ring, sneaks up behind Trixie, and ….
BAM!!!!
Trixie is hit right in the kidney area and she goes down hard. Rowan laughs maniacally and begins whipping the shit out of the other girl. Trixie is helpless and unable to defend herself against the surprise attack and only when the kendo sticks breaks over Trixie’s back does Rowan stop. Rowan pouts at her broken weapon, almost as if she wants to cry, and Trixie rolls out of the ring. Micaela and Zander have both made their way down to the ringside area and immediately Micaela begins to put the boots to Trixie.
It's an unfair situation really, but so were Trixie’s actions on Asylum I.
Micaela pulls Trixie up by the hair and holds her while Rowan climbs to the top turnbuckle. The fearless arsonist smiles as she launches herself into the air. Before Rowan can take her out, Trixie manages to elbow Micaela in the face and drop down which means the redhead crashes into Micaela. The two women slam into the steel barricades and both are down. Trixie laboriously crawls over to the ring apron and reaches under for a weapon of some sort. Zander is right there to jerk Trixie back.
The Las Vegas native is unable to get away from Zander and he wraps his hand around her throat. Zander lifts Trixie high in the air and is looking to chokeslam her, but he gets taken out at the knee!
Once again, Hanalei Brightly has taken down the bearded beauty of a man.
She helps Trixie to her feet and they meet Rowan and Micaela head on. The four women brawl all around the ring before Trixie gains control over Rowan and bounces the criminal’s lovely face off the ring steps. She does this several times until Rowan’s forehead is cut and bleeding. Trixie rolls Rowan back in the ring as Hanalei tosses Micaela back behind the curtain.
Trixie drops down and begins wailing on Rowan, not at all wanting to let go of her advantage. She wraps her hands around Rowan’s throat and begins to choke the living hell out of. Rowan is struggling to try and get to the ropes, but Trixie won’t allow it. She drops several elbows to Rowan’s forehead and that opens Rowan’s war wound just a little more. Sensing she has Rowan subdued, Trixie drops down and goes for the cover.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!!
Trixie shoots the referee a glare. In her mind, that was a three count. She grabs Rowan up by the hair and throws her into the corner. She begins putting the boots to the petite redhead and Rowan slumps down in the corner. Trixie backs up into the opposite corner and is looking to smash her knee into Rowan’s bloody face.
Of course Rowan moves and Trixie crashes!
Zander fights through the shooting pain in his knee to make his way to where his wife has fallen. He whispers words of encouragement into her ear and tenderly wipes the blood from her gorgeous face. Rowan grips his face by the beard, her eyes full of concern about his damaged knee. Zander assures her that he is fine and helps Rowan to her feet. Meanwhile, Trixie has recovered enough that she is scrambling towards her MK bag, no doubt looking for one of the weapons she had stashed in there earlier. As we know, there’s no brick in there this time and thanks to Zander and Micaela, there is actually a surprise for Trixie inside.
Rowan makes it back into the ring and drops a double-axe-handle to Trixie’s back. Immediately, the smaller girl pounces and begins to slamming Trixie’s face into the mat. She flips the bodacious blond over and wraps her hands around Trixie’s throat. Rowan seems to get a lot of pleasure out of choking Trixie, so much so, she actually stops for a moment to gently soothe Trixie and let her know everything is going to be okay.
Rowan Blackwood is a lot of things, but she’s not even remotely stable.
The sweet moment between the two opponents is over in a flash because Rowan bends down and sinks her teeth right into Trixie’s forehead. Trixie screams like she’s dying and Rowan doesn’t let go until Trixie is bleeding just like she is. Satisfied at the damage she has done, Rowan smashes her fist into Trixie’s face and motions for Zander to hand her a lighter. Trixie senses Rowan is about to try and light her on fire and she gets a second wind. She takes off and crawls over to her corner, pulling herself up by the ropes, and grabbing her handbag. Rowan is playing with the lighter and touching it to her own skin, smiling happily at the sensation of being burned. Trixie quickly unzips her bag, looking for the mini fire extinguisher she placed in their earlier, but almost as quickly as she grabs her bag, she screams and drops it.
The bag spills open and Jasper, Micaela’s pet snake, emerges. Trixie screams and backs up and keeps going, until she bumps right into Rowan. Rowan blows a fireball right into Trixie’s face. It’s just an illusion, but the bright light from the fireball temporarily blinds Trixie and Rowan drops down for the cover.
1…
2…
3!!!!!!
Winner: Rowan Blackwood [8:00]
Rowan tosses her hands in the air happily and motions for her love to join her in the ring. She bends down and scoops up Jasper, gently wrapping the snake around her. She kisses the top of the reptile’s forehead and once Zander joins her and raises her hand in the air, she presses her lips to his.
INT. MEDICAL OFFICE - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Dr. Everill and Dr. Brewer both surround Kensington Prescott following the heinous attack at the hands of Ashtyn Rave earlier in the evening. The door to the office bursts open in a quick motion, and in storms Sydney Hilton. He must have just heard about the attack after his match and came rushing over. He attempted to move to her side but was quickly cut off by Dr. Everill.
DR EVERILL "Sydney - please. Let us do our jobs here. We can't do that if you're in the way."
SYDNEY HILTON "Look, doc. I'm not gonna' just stand by and do nothing. How bad is she? All I heard is that she was back here."
DR. EVERILL "Yes the damage is quite servere. So you don't know what happened? Ashty--"
SYDNEY HILTON "Ashtyn did this!?! Why is security not at Kensington's side twenty-four seven with that psycho running around, coked up and attacking people?!"
Dr. Brewer, who had been taking Kensington's vitals, turn's around.
DR. BREWER "Sir, I'm going to need to ask you to calm down or to leave. We need to do what we can do here while we wait on the ambulance. We're going to need to send her to the hospital."
SYDNEY HILTON "Ok..Ok..I'm sorry. Let me just stay with her, ok?"
Sydney grabbed Kensington's hand. Dr. Brewer and Dr. Everill look at one another before continuing their jobs to the best of their capabilities here. Sydney was boiling on the inside, though.
INT. JULIAN CORTEZ OFFICE - THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS Julian Cortez has returned to his office to find Aliyah Turner waiting for him. Her body language is different from normal. Instead of the laid back and somewhat confident vibe that she normally gives off, right now you could tell that she was fuming. Julian closes the door behind him.
JULIAN CORTEZ "Aliyah, tough match out there. What could I do for you?"
ALIYAH TURNER "What can you do for me? You can learn some damn respect."
JULIAN CORTEZ "Excuse me?"
ALIYAH TURNER "It's crystal clear to me, Cortez, that you don't really give a damn about So-Cal Ultraviolent, it's legacy or the people that have built this place. It's people like myself and Reece that have made this company what it is, and ever since you have shown up - you have newbies and Lucha-Queens running around doing whatever they please. While people like myself and Reece are being constantly screwed out of everything that is given to us."
JULIAN CORTEZ "Exactly, mi amor. Given to you. I gave you and Reece a chance in this tournament and when you both lost your first matches, I gave you another chance. What do you want me to do, instruct others to lay down for you? It's not my fault you lost."
ALIYAH TURNER "This is my house. I built this place, Cortez, and I'm not going to stand on the side lines and watch you, some worthless rookies, and the dregs of the Mexican wrestling scene ruin what people like myself and Reece have poured our blood, sweat and tears into. "
Aliyah would turn to exit the office, seemingly now on a mission to restore SCUV to the way it was. Julian sat back in his chair and prepared to watch the main event.
INT. MEDICAL AREA - ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS For Hanalei Brightly, this is almost deja vu. Once again, the stoic blond is back in the medical area with Dr. Emily Brewer and she's checking on a victim of Rowan Blackwood. This time, Jane Doe is being played by Trixie and earlier in the evening, Rowan attempted to blind Trixie with a fake fireball. Trixie’s face is flushed with anger and her fists are clenched at her sides.
TRIXIE: “The absolute freaking nerve of the Blackwoods and HER!”
‘Her’ is obviously in reference to Micaela.
TRIXIE: “Like, what if that had been real? What if that had scarred my face? What if that snake thing had bit me? What if it had been poisonous??”
Hanalei waits patiently while Dr. Brewer had Trixie hold still so she could shine a flashlight into Trixie’s eyes.
DR. BREWER: “There's definitely no damage. You're fine Mrs. Smith.”
TRIXIE: “I hate those two awful girls and that ugly husband of Rowan’s.”
Hanalei nods her head.
HANALEI BRIGHTLY: “They're something, that's for sure. But they're no one I haven't faced before.”
TRIXIE purses her lips.
TRIXIE: “Are you talking about the MGM?”
Trixie had briefly worked with Hanalei in RSW. She is somewhat familiar with Hanalei’s past dealings. To Trixie’s question, Hanalei finally nods.
HANALEI BRIGHTLY: “Unfortunately. How I keep ending up in these positions is beyond me, but I do know that I can't just stand back and watch the Blackwoods and their tagalong run wild in this place.”
TRIXIE: “Ugh well I call dibs on Micaela then. She is such a sore loser.”
HANALEI BRIGHTLY: “Well you did hit her with a brick…”
Trixie folds her arms across her chest.
TRIXIE: “Can you honestly say she didn't deserve it?”
Hanalei has no reply to that because in her eyes, the entire trio deserved worse than that.
MAIN EVENT - Jack Owyns vs. Ashtyn Rave The match starts off rather quickly. Neither one of these two caring enough to start the match with a respectable handshake. Ashtyn charges into the reigning King of California, driving her forearm into the side of Owyns’ head. He takes a step back, but Ashtyn’s attack is relentless. She backs him into the corner quickly, hammering him with forearms and then chops. She’s not wasting any time in this match. With Owyns rested in the corner, Ashtyn takes a few steps back only to charge back in, driving her shoulder into Owyns’ stomach with a spear like move. Ashtyn backs out of the corner, allowing Jack to hold his ribs and catch his breath after that. Ashtyn pushes the referee away and rushes back into the corner, hitting a dropkick to Owyns trapped in the corner. Ashtyn immediately springs up to her feet while Owyns drops down to the mat. Using that experience and knowledge of his, he rolls out of the ring to put some separation between him and Ashtyn for the moment.
Ashtyn watches Owyns on the outside of the ring. Owyns’ attention is away from the ring, and Ashtyn thought this was the perfect time. She sprinted to the far ropes across the ring to pick up speed. On her return approach to the ropes closest to Owyns, she dives between the top and middle ropes – suicide diving out of the ring… and CRASHING onto the floor. Owyns looked back at just the right time to side step the incoming Ashtyn Rave. Arrogantly Owyns walks around Ashtyn, who lays in a heap on the floor, looking down at her with a strong look of distain. And in the blink of an eye, he snapped down and grabbed her by the hair pulling her to her feet. From there he whipped her hard into the railing. Ashtyn spread her arms at impact, grabbing onto the railing to keep herself and the railing from tipping over – but the velocity at which she was whipped, the railing moved into the crowd substantially.
Owyns was quick on the attack from there. Grabbing the back of her head with a closed fist full of hair, and he began to feed her punch after punch to the side of the head. The attack was vicious and the shots became more and more aggressive after the last. Finally Owyns stopped and pulled her away from the railing. He spins his body to stand beside her before he put her in position for – and executing a Russian leg sweep right onto the railing! This time the railing collapses with Ashtyn’s body after the impact. Ashtyn is laid out at the feet of dozens of fans and Owyns just smirks that evil smirk of his as he looks down at her. Owyns leans forward again, yanking her up by her hair one more time. Ashtyn attempts to loosen his grip with shots to his stomach, but to no avail. He drags her deeper into the crowd to the merch and concession stands in the back corner. Owyns viciously slams her head off of the top of the merch table before grabbing a shirt and wrapping around her throat.
He pulls back on the shirt with all of his strength. Ashtyn’s hands claw at the fabric but she can’t pull it away from her throat. He uses the shirt around her throat to pull and yank her around, all the while applying more pressure. However, after just a few moments of this, Ashtyn swings her leg up and back, catching Owyns between the legs. He immediately releases the shirt and Ashtyn bends forward onto the merch table to catch her breath. She grabs a cup full of some beverage that is rested on the table, turned around and threw it directly in Owyns’ face, temporarily blinding him. This gives her time to tee up Owyns’ left knee with stiff shoot style kicks. Each one harder and aimed more precisely than the next, and Owyns’ reactionary screams become louder. Owyns finally gets dropped when Ashtyn hits a perfect dropkick to that injured knee. Owyns falls, holding his knee and Ashtyn pushes herself up to her feet.
She notices him down and takes the opportunity to climb onto the merch table. She turns with her back to Owyns before jumping off and landing a perfect moonsault onto him, sandwiching him onto the concrete floor which he lays on. Ashtyn pushes herself up again, holding her ribs after the moonsault. Owyns begins to push himself up as well, and Ashtyn notices. She pulls him up to his feet and gives him a stiff kick to the stomach. She hooks his arm over her neck, and with a burst of energy and power – Ashtyn lifts him up and suplexes him… right through the merch table!
Both athletes lay out in the shattered rubble that is a table and t-shirts everywhere. The fans surround the area, some further in the back chant “Holy Shit” at the suplex and explosion of merchandise. Eventually these two pull themselves up and begin to work back to ringside. Ashtyn is there first, closely followed by Owyns. Once back at ringside, Owyns reaches out grabbing Ashtyn by the hair. He slams her head off of the ring apron once. The impact echoed through the surrounding area. He tried for another time, but she managed to throw an elbow up and catch Owyns in the stomach with it. Owyns released her hair and backed up. The shot looked to just make him angry. Ashtyn used the time during the separation to slide into the ring. With a snarl Owyns followed.
Ashtyn was up to her feet a little slowly, but she was up before Owyns was and she used it. She charged at him, sliding down with a well placed dropkick to the side of his head. She was now running on adrenaline. She pushed up to her feet and immediately climbed the turnbuckle. Owyns rolled over onto his back and laid there for a second to shake the cobwebs out, bad decision. Without a seconds hesitation, Ashtyn had turned with her back to Jack and jumped off. Corkscrewing beautifully in the air and landing ontop of Jack with a moonsault, a move that she calls "Khaleesi's Kamikaze Shot". After the impact she held her stomach, but still laid ontop of Owyns to pick up the one..two..three.
WINNER: Ashtyn Rave [18:22]
Ashtyn sat up on her knees while the referee reached down and raised her hand. She wasn't greeted by her theme music though. Instead she was greeted by the sound of Julian Cortez's voice. He walked down to the ring with Sydney Hilton and Rowan Blackwood following him. All three entered the ring. Julian crossed to meet Ashtyn as she stood. He offered her a smile while the referee fetched him a microphone. After being handed the microphone, Julian brought it to his lips.
JULIAN CORTEZ "Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to the three finalists of the King of California tournament - Ashtyn Rave, Sydney Hilton and Rowan Blackwood These three will meet in this ring on February Seventh to determine the Fifth King...Or Queen...of California, and they will do so in a So-Cal Deathmatch."
The three combatants stare at each other as Julian announces this match. The fans cheer wildly after hearing that. Julian hands the microphone back to the referee and exits the ring - leaving the three finalists in the ring to end Asylum II.
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