Warzone I | March 5th, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 22:44:45 GMT
Thadd 2 Badd, Crosby Carter, and 1 more like this
Post by Factory Staff on Mar 5, 2018 22:44:45 GMT
MARCH 5TH, 2018 | THE FACTORY | NEWARK, NEW JERSEY
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INT. THE FACTORY — NEWARK, NEW JERSEY — MARCH 5TH, 2018
Darkness. Silence. Not even a cricket stirs in the blackness on screen. A spotlight flicks on, the sound bouncing off the walls. Creating an echo inside the Factory as all you see now is the “tF” logo, white and red printed on the black canvas of the vacant wrestling ring.
A single set of footsteps breaks the silence, growing louder and louder by the second as a woman, long bleached blonde hair, dressed in tight black leather pants, and a black sleeveless loose fit t-shirt with the words “The Factory” across her breasts steps into view. This woman is BREXTIN KOSTNER; the Factory’s ring announcer. Brextin walks into the middle of the ring and stops, standing on the “tF” logo.
Brextin reaches behind herself, lifting the back of her shirt to reveal a microphone wedge into her pocket. Brextin pulls it out of her pocket and brings the microphone around to her lips. The blonde bombshell smirks.
BREXTIN KOSTNER: Welcome to the FACTORY!
All the lights turn on. The factory isn’t empty; it is packed as fans are roaring and jumping at Brextin Kostner words as the lights turn the entire factory red. They begin flashing as right above the fighter’s entrance, in between two huge screens stands DJ Leddy as one hand starts working the tables and the other hand adjusting the mixers. Music blares from the speakers behind him and in front of his table.
DJ Leddy stops working the tables and mixer and pulls back one headphone, so his ear is now exposed as the music continues to pump. DJ Leddy grabs the microphone; which is attached to a stand and pulls it in close.
DJ LEDDY: NEWARK! Tell me, are you fuckin’ READY!?
The fans cheer at DJ Leddy holding their drinks high in the air.
DJ LEDDY: Fuck, I said, NEEEWARK! Are you guy’s fuckin’ READY!?
The fans didn’t just cheer, no this time they roared louder than the music. DJ Leddy returns his attention to his tables, and his mixers as the volume of the music picks up, and the entire Factory begins to shake from the bass.
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INT. COMMENTARY BOOTH — CONTINUOUS
On the opposite side of the entrance, located up on the first balcony of the factory. Sits the commentary table surround by fans, behind the table sitting in two leather computer chairs is the duo of ALYX FLASH and ROCCO ARLO who make up the factory commentary team.
ROCCO ARLO: Oh, people we are live. We are live here from Newark, New Jersey!
ALYX FLASH: The wait is over. The time has come for the Factory to get the ball rolling with the very first Warzone finally.
ROCCO ARLO: Ready to bring you non-stop drooling action from start to finish.
ALYX FLASH: You want violence? Do you crave it? Watching two fighters just beat the living shit out of one and another? Beating each other to a bloody pulp?
ROCCO ARLO: If this is what you fancy, let us tell you, you have tuned in to the right place.
ALYX FLASH: There are no rules here in place. No disqualifications. Nobody is going to save you.
ROCCO ARLO: You enter that ring, and you win at any cost.
ALYX FLASH: You fight for your fuckin’ life.
ROCCO ARLO: Because this people—
Rocco Arlo stands up and brings his hands together in front of him. He moves his hands away from each other as he does a complete 360 taking in the entire view of the factory as the fans that surround them go nuts.
ROCCO ARLO: Is the FACTORY!
Rocco sits back down adjusting his headset as Alyx Flash pats him on the shoulder.
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INT. BACKSTAGE — CONTINUOUS
The footage switches backstage. It’s hectic. Staff members are running around everywhere trying to get everything in order, for tonight’s show that had just gone live. Certain people are barking orders at other members, while some are yelling into headsets. The entire scene looks chaotic. Most people just seem out of their element.
Amid the crowd walks an older gentleman. This man is the Factory’s operation manager DIRK OSWALD. He wears a cowboy hat and is dressed in an expensive looking suit. He’s older, late 60’s and if you want to know what a rat would look like if it turned human. Feast your eye’s open Dirk Oswald. He is followed by a group of people, most likely interns and all of them have notepads and pens and are busy jotting down information as they try and write and keep up to Dirk Oswald.
DIRK OSWALD: I want to know the exact minute Incognito arrives.
A female intern stops writing and looks up from her notepad.
FEMALE INTERN: He’s already here Mr. Oswald, up in his office. He arrived at five 0’clock this evening.
Dirk stops. All the interns stop, all of them stop writing and look at the back of Dirk’s head. Dirk turns around, not hiding his frustration at all.
DIRK OSWALD: And you are just telling me this now?
FEMALE INTERN: I didn’t—
DIRK OSWALD: I didn’t what? Want to know? When I tell you idiots that I want to know everything, everything that happens. Who ate what, who fucked who, who just took a big old shit, who arrives. It involves Incognito too.
FEMALE INTERN: Sorry sir.
Dirk turns around. Cursing underneath his breath as he begins walking again. The interns quickly follow behind him.
DIRK OSWALD: And what of Dickie Watson? Let me guess he’s already here?
MALE INTERN: No sir. Mr. Watson has yet to arrive at the building.
DIRK OSWALD: I want to know the minute his car arrives in the parking lot. Not a second later.
MALE INTERN: Yes sir.
The male intern breaks away. Running in the opposite direction, away from Dirk and the interns as he heads toward the parking lot that is located out back of the Factory. Where staff and the fighters arrive for Warzone.
Dirk lifts his sleeve and looks at his Rolex watch. He pulls his sleeve back down covering it up as he stops. A look of confusion appears on his face. The interns nearly run into the back of Dirk as he lifts his arm and points towards the area of the backstage where the fighters wait to make their entrance.
One fighter has grabbed his attention. That fighter is WILHELM SCREEM. Screem holds a sword in his hand and is sharpening the blade with a whetstone. Wilhelm is also in a deep conversation, you can’t hear what he is saying as he is too far away, but he is alone. There is nobody around him, but he looks like he is talking to somebody.
DIRK OSWALD: First, who is that and why does he have a big fucking knife?
FEMALE INTERN: That is Wilhelm Screem, one of the Factory’s contracted fighters and it’s not a knife sir, it’s a Vorpal Blade.
DIRK OSWALD: A Vorpal Blade?
MALE INTERN: Yes sir. Wilhelm says it can decapitate an opponent with one lucky strike and—
DIRK OSWALD: No shit. Of course, it could; IT’S A FUCKING KNIFE! Take it away from him, do not let him walk out there with that.
None of the intern’s move at Dirk’s request.
DIRK OSWALD: Does he have Bluetooth or is he talking to himself?
FEMALE INTERN: We aren’t exactly sure.
Dirk continues to stare at Wilhelm, who doesn’t appear to notice that he’s being watched. Dirk shakes his head.
DIRK OSWALD: Just get the knife away from him you got it? You are dismissed.
Dirk walks away leaving his interns. None of them approach Wilhelm.
MATCH: WILHELM SCREEM VS ANNA BADSTREET – STANDARD MATCH Screem and Badstreet meet in the middle of the ring for the Factory’s first match. The crowd is rowdy, thirsty for the inevitable bloodshed that will happen tonight. The bell sounded and the match was officially underway. Badstreet lunged out of her corner first, attacking the bigger Screem with a series of strikes. Alternating from kicks, to chops to forearms. She managed to back him into the ropes, which is when she took a few steps back before charging to him. She looked to clothesline him, but Screem pushed himself off of the ropes and caught her with a huge Uranage slam! Badstreet hit the mat hard, but was almost instantly back to her feet. She backed off, eyeing her foe. The two circled around, and Screem took the next opportunity to lung first. Badstreet attempted to evade, but he was just a step quicker than her - grabbing her before she could escape. He powered her into the corner, hammering her with closed fist punched right to the stomach. Grabbing her by the collar of her ring-gear, he biel tossed her half-way across the ring - showcasing his strength over her. She rolled into the opposite corner, and used the ropes to pull herself up. She stood up just in time to see Screem running toward her. She pushed herself out of the corner just before Screem collided with the turnbuckles. Screem turned back around to face her, and that’s when she set him up into position … hitting a perfect Northern Lights Suplex. Bridging into the pin… One.. Kickout. Screem easily powered out of that attempt. Badstreet pushed herself up to her feet, and met Screem as he stood up to his with an shoot kick to the outside of his right leg. The shot nearly buckled the knee, but he fought through it. She fired off another, which he leaned down and caught - grabbing her and swinging her down to the mat. He pounced on her, mounting her and raining down more closed fist punches - this time directed to her face. She covered up, blocking and shielding off a couple before she managed to grab his arm and twist him into an armbar situation. She maneuvered herself to lock the hold in tight, and wrenched back as hard as she could. It looked bad for Screem for a moment, his arm was in a very vulnerable position. Eventually he did twist it enough so that he could power himself up to his feet. And then with another impressive display of power, he lifted Badstreet up with the hold still applied. Spun around and powerbombed her right into the corner! That caused her to release the hold immediately, but she didn’t collapse completely. She dropped to a knee, but pulled herself up. Walking along the ropes, she motioned for Screem to “come on” - and he did. He took off into a sprint toward her, and that’s when she dropped to the mat - sending Screem flipping over the top rope and outside of the ring. Screem landed hard on the floor, but almost immediately reached underneath the ring. Badstreet pushed herself back up to her feet inside of the ring, and climbed the corner she was previously in. She deviated from her traditional style to launch herself off of the turnbuckle toward Screem, who was getting up to his feet… … so he could throw a chair directly into her face! When he reached underneath the ring, he pulled out the chair and armed himself with it. The steel collided with Badstreet’s face, causing she and it to smash into the floor well short of her distance toward Screem. Screem had no use for the chair after that, though. He marched to the fallen body of his foe, grabbed her by the hair and ripped her up to her feet. With a hold still on her head, Screem nearly knocked her unconscious with a stiff, vicious elbow to the jaw. Her legs turned to jello and she went wobbly. If it weren’t for his hold on her, she would have collapsed. But, he kept her up long enough to forcefully push her into the barrier that separated the crowd from the action. Well, was supposed to do that. The barrier pushed inward with the force of the shove. Screem begun to advance, but something triggered inside of him. He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes closing and his body froze. It must be the flashbacks he suffers from. Whatever it was, it rendered him catatonic, for the moment at least. But that was all Badstreet needed. She pushed herself off of the barrier, and took a running charge. Not to her opponent, but to the ring steps. She went up the steps and onto the apron, which is where she jumped off - catching Screem and planting him head first on the concrete floor with a Tornado DDT! Quickly Anna moves to cover, knowing that pinfalls can count anywhere. The referee escaped the ring and dropped to count.. One.. Two… Screem powers out. Badsteet returns to her feet, grabs the chair that Screem previously threw at her, and places it right next to his head. From there, she grabs him - lifting him up, and sets him in position to attempt her Electric Chair Driver she calls “Closing Arguements”. After bending over to place her head between his legs, she attempts to lift him up .. and after a second of struggling, she finally is able to power up to a standing position with all two-hundred pounds of him on her shoulders! The crowd looks impressed by this feat of strength from the one hundred and ten pound Badstreet. Though, her legs look wobbly and at any second she could collapse. She needed to rush this maneuver to execute it, but Screem had other plans. He managed to push himself off of her shoulders and land on his feet behind her. Badstreet almost crumbled with the sudden loss of the weight she carried, but managed to stay vertical. Turning around, she’s immediately greeted with a stiff kick to the stomach which doubled her over. And without any hesitation, Screem set her up in position - and lifted her in Piledriver fashion before SPIKING her head on the steel chair that she set up! He calls that, “Ukonvasara”! Her head hits the steel chair hard and it looks like she’s out cold. Carelessly, Screem rolled her onto her back and covered her. One.. Two.. Three. WINNER: By pinfall - WILHELM SCREEM! [14:19] |
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INT. PARKING LOT — CONTINUOUS
Outside, a black BMW M550i xDrive Sedan pulls up inside the parking lot designated for the fighters and staff of the Factory. The vehicle comes to a stop in front of the main doors that leads into the backstage area.
Dick Oswald stands outside waiting. Once the car has entirely stopped, he walks and opens the door to the backseat. Out steps fighter Dickie Watson; he's greeted by a smiling Dick Oswald who stands with his hand out. Dickie Watson stands up and shakes the hand of Oswald.
DICK OSWALD: I hope the drive was pleasant Mr. Watson?
DICKIE WATSON: You didn’t have to go through all the trouble of picking me up. I honestly didn’t mind driving myself.
DICK OSWALD: You are our star Mr. Watson, and our stars deserve the best of the best.
DICKIE WATSON: A part of me thinks you have me mixed up with somebody else signed here. I will be a star soon enough don’t get me wrong, but I have yet to do enough to be labeled a star I’d think but hey, I’m not going to pass up the luxuries you’ve provide.
DICK OSWALD: So, you received your gift, yeah?
DICKIE WATSON: I did. It was an alright gift. Not my style of watch but hey could get a pretty penny on the open market.
DICK OSWALD: Whatever you want to do with it, the choice is yours. You will also find; that it doesn’t stop there – YOU! Yes you, grab Mr. Watson’s bags and show him to his personal locker room.
One of Dick’s interns that lurks in the background swings into action. He hurries to the trunk of the car as the driver opens it and gathers the bags of Dickie Watson.
DICKIE WATSON: I can grab that, and personal locker room?
Dickie Watson turns his attention back to Oswald.
DICK OSWALD: Oh yes, another perk of being our superstar. You can’t put a star in the same room as the rest of the scrubs now, can you?
DICKIE WATSON: I—
DICK OSWALD: Please Mr. Watson, just enjoy the night and go out there and shine!
Dickie nods his head and follows the intern that carries his bag. Dick expression changes the moment he is alone, the smile faded and replaced with a look of disgust as he stands by himself for a moment.
INTERN: Mr. Oswald.
DICK OSWALD: What!?
INTERN: I got the mask, sir.
Dick Oswald turns towards the intern that walks into view. The intern holds a red and black mask in his hands.
DICK OSWALD: So this is it huh? The mask of Spyder, yeah?
Dick grabs the mask and holds it up in front of his face. He passes it back to the intern.
DICK OSWALD: Put it in one of the male fighters bags, but make sure that it will be noticeable, understood?
The intern takes the mask and nods his head.
MATCH: CROSBY CARTER & THADD 2 BADD VS GRAHAM GOSCH & NORA C. BAUER– STANDARD MATCH The duo known as the ‘Flo Bros’ makes their way down first with Carsyn Carrabetta with them. Graham and Nora came out next and the four competitors took to the ring. The New Jersey boys get a loud reaction, which they play to - especially Thadd. Graham and Nora remain completely focused though. Focused enough that the second the bell rings, both Nora and Graham sprint across the ring and attack Thadd and Crosby. It’s a tag team match, yeah, but here in the Factory - traditional rules are thrown out of the window. This is perfectly legal, even despite Carysn’s screams at the referee to get this in control. Nora has Crosby backed into the corner with punches that caught him off-guard, and following up with a serious back elbow smash. Graham was hammering Thadd with forearm strikes, backing him to the ropes. Thadd managed to bring up a leg and push-kicked Graham’s knee out from under him. Thadd immediately turned to Nora, grabbing her hair and pulling her off of his bro. Crosby dropped to the mat and rolled underneath the bottom rope, checking his mouth after that elbow. Carysn came over to check on him as well. Thadd pulled Nora to the middle of the ring by her hair, but before he could do anything - Graham came back with a huge running forearm that blindsided Thadd. Nora moved out of the way and into her corner, officially beginning the match with Graham and Thadd in the ring. Graham has taken opportunity of blindsiding Thadd just moments ago, having mounted ‘Radd Thadd’ and is raining down closed-fist hammer punches - demonstrating that close combat style fighting that has brought him this far into the game. He successfully lands a couple before dismounting and standing up. Thadd rolls to his knees and pushes himself up, but he isn’t vertical for long before Graham shoots for his left leg - already targeting the weak side of Thadd, and he gets it too. Taking down Thadd with the single leg takedown, immediately transitioning to a full leg lock. It didn’t take long before Crosby rushed into the ring after the submission was locked in. Crosby fully out punt kicked Graham in the head, which obviously caused him to release the hold. Nora entered the ring next and took down the unsuspecting Crosby with a spear. The two rolled out of the ring and onto the cement floor, once again leaving Graham and Thadd in the ring. Graham is up to his feet first and, angrily, looks down at Crosby who’s beginning to brawl with Nora on the outside. Graham exits the ring and joins Nora as they go to work on Crosby. Graham locking him in a Full-Nelson hold, allowing Nora to hit a few more punches and ending with a European Uppercut that helps propel Crosby back - while Graham lifts. Executing a Full-Nelson Suplex hard on the concrete! Thadd is back to his feet now, and watched in horror as Crosby was just suplexed on his head. He climbed out onto the apron, favoring his hip a little and moving with a limp. He waited until Graham was back to his feet and watched as Graham turned to look down at Crosby, and that was when Thadd jumped off and managed to hit Graham in the back with a diving dropkick! Graham gets pushed forward face-first into the crowd barrier, knocking a beer bottle out of the hand of a nearby fan - which shatters as it hits the ground, and Thadd hits the floor. Nora is quick to pounce on Thadd as he pushes his way up to his feet, hitting him with a hard knee to the face as he does. He still manages to fight to his feet, even despite her stomps, chops and punches. Thadd works his way back up only to eat a thrust kick to the gut. He doubles over, and Nora executes a reverse Neckbreaker onto the floor. Nora moves back to her feet, checking on her partner as he pushes himself up. His head shows a little blood from colliding face first into the barrier. Meanwhile, Crosby is beginning to stir on the ground himself. Completely dazed and out of it, he begins crawling over to his bro. Team #RAWGRAPS now has control of the match, both Nora and Graham turning their attention to the boys from ‘Jersey. Graham moves to grab Crosby by his hair, saying to Nora to “grab it”. She nods and moves to the ring, grabbing a steel chain that she brought with her during their entrance into the Factory. It’s a thick, heavy chain that she doesn’t mind wrapping around her hand. Thadd is beginning to move on the ground now, and is met with a stiff kick from Nora before she focuses on Crosby, whom Graham is holding up and still. Nora takes a running charge and absolutely drills her chain wrapped hand into Crosby’s face! Carysn shrieks in horror from the opposite side of the ring as Crosby drops, lifeless, to the ground. Almost instantly Corsby begins to bleed profusely. Thadd looks up just in time to see this, and his jaw drops too. Nora smirked a devilish little smirk as she let the chain unravel from around her hand and fall to the floor. Graham wasted little time, grabbing Crosby’s lifeless body and picking him up. He rolled Crosby into the ring, which is when Carsyn slid in to immediately check on him. Before Nora or Graham could follow suit, though, Thadd fought through the pain that shot through his body - and pushed himself up. He first took Nora down with a superkick as she turned to face him. His bare foot smacked off of her face and she hit the ground hard. Graham’s head snapped in the direction that Thadd was in, just in time for him to also get superkicked! Graham hit the ground just like Nora did, and Thadd looked pleased with himself. He threw his arms out to his side, shouting something about not them not being cool, bro. But what Thadd failed to see was the broken glass from the fans’ beer bottle. Well, Thadd went and stepped directly ontop of the pile of glass - instantly shredding the bottom of his foot. He would then drop to the ground, holding his feet and screaming out in agony before beginning to pull pieces of glass out. This gives both Graham and Nora time to shake off the cobwebs and move up to their feet. They ignore Thadd on the ground and enter the ring. They both stand up and surround Carsyn and Crosby. Carysn still sits on her knees, cradling Crosby’s busted open head. She looks up and notices them circling her, and that’s when she stands up. She looks only slightly intimidated, but she’s not the type to back down. She steps right up to Graham, who only shakes his head and warns her to back down. She shouts a few profanity-laced things before slapping him hard. The slap echoes through the Factory and immediately she starts to hit the (much) bigger Gosch with strikes - forearms, punches, elbows - whatever she can muster. It’s enough to back him up a little, but not to take him down. That’s when Nora approaches from behind and grabs both of her arms. She locks Carsyn in a double chickenwing before lifting her up, only to drive her face first to the mat. She calls that move the ‘DOUBLE K’. Carysn is then rolled to the apron of the ring by Graham, who looks satisfied with what just happened. Crosby happened to look up just in time to see Carsyn’s head driven into the mat. He was shocked and appalled .. then became angry. He pushed himself up to his feet while Graham and Nora stared down at Carsyn. Nora turned around to Crosby, and is blasted with a superkick! Nora hit the mat hard, which Graham saw and turned around just as Corsby’s leg dropped again. Graham rushed over, looking to clothesline Crosby - which he ducked underneath. Graham turned around and was hit with a superkick himself! Crosby instantly turns around and helps Carsyn up to her feet, checking on her. She leans against the corner, holding her face. In the meantime, Graham has rolled into the opposite corner and pulled himself up to his feet. Crosby turned and saw this, then turned back to Carsyn - shouting to her, “do it!” . With a nod and a hint of a smile, she took a running start before cartwheeling, then handspringing and hitting Graham with a back elbow - a sequence called “Razzle Dazzle”. Graham staggered out of the corner and dropped to the ground. Nora was up now, charging to Carsyn and hitting her with a clothesline that sends her up and over the top rope. Nora shouted something down to her before turning and was met with a surprise STO takedown from Thadd - who’s feet were bloody but now glass free. Graham was beginning to return to his feet, which Crosby saw to. He moved over, grabbing Graham and throwing him through the ropes to the floor - before he looked at Thadd and climbed up to the top rope. Thadd grabbed Nora, lifting her up. With his back to her chest, he grabs her in reverse Crucifix fashion, lifting her up by her armpits and carrying her a few steps. Making sure his angle is right, he slides her down onto his shoulder before slamming her down to the mat, a move he calls the “Brotato Chip”. Normally this is where he would go for the cover, but instead he moved out of the way just as Crosby flies off of the top rope and hits a ‘beautiful’ (for a backyard wrestler) Swanton Bomb he calls “CSN” (Crosby, Spills and (G)Nash). Thadd moves over to the ropes where Graham tries to enter again, and gives him a wreckingball dropkick through the ropes - his bloody feet connecting with Graham’s chest pushing him back. Crosby covers Nora.. One.. Two.. Three! WINNER: By pinfall - CROSBY CARTER & THADD 2 BADD! [23:01] |
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INT. MAIN AREA — FEW MINUTES LATER
CARSYN CARRABETTA sits on an equipment box, while in the background both Crosby Carter and Thadd 2 Badd celebrate their victory over Graham Gosch and Nora C. Bauer. She wears a smile that shows how proud she is of Crosby’s win, but the eye’s of Carsyn reveal that her mind is in other places now. She tucks some of the locks of her blonde hair behind her ear as Crosby and Thadd fist bump each other in the distance.
Dick Oswald spots Carsyn from the other side of the room. He watches her closely. Dick’s eye’s looking her over, head to toe as the operations manager begins walking towards Carsyn. His owns eyes full of lust.
DICK OSWALD: Quite a showing they put on out there wouldn’t you say?
Carsyn jumps a little, as she was too distracted by her thoughts to hear Dick Oswald creep up behind her. Carsyn slides off the equipment box and meets Dick Oswald.
DICK OSWALD: You know people talk and a lot of people don’t think two glorified backyard wrestlers belong in this industry.
CARSYN CARRABETTA: Well after tonight, I’m sure those doubters opinions may be different.
DICK OSWALD: I agree.
CARSYN CARRABETTA: Thank you though. For giving them this chance.
Dick Oswald places his hands on the shoulders of Carsyn. He gives her a gentle squeeze, as he is all smiles in front of Carsyn.
DICK OSWALD: I should be thanking you Ms. Carrabetta. If you hadn’t sent in those tapes, we would have never heard about The Flo Bros.
Carsyn looks toward the two best friends, her smile fading a bit. Dick removes his hands from Carsyn shoulders.
DICK OSWALD: I would have thought you be more, happy? Such a big night for them and you.
Carsyn returns her attention to Dick.
CARSYN CARRABETTA: I’m happy, really happy for Crosby. If only you could understand how bad he wanted this and to see him here and see him so happy. Makes me happy but I – I just got a lot on my mind lately.
DICK OSWALD: Is everything alright?
CARSYN CARRABETTA: All is fine, I’m good.
DICK OSWALD: Well if you ever need anything, and I mean anything.
Dick Oswald reaches into his jacket and pulls out a business card. He takes Carsyn by the hand and places his card into her palm.
DICK OSWALD: Just call. It may not seem like it Ms. Carrabetta, with the type of industry we are in but we consider this like a family you know, and we look out for one and another. So if you ever need anything, help or even just somebody to listen give me a call will you. My door is always open.
Crosby Carter noticed Dick Oswald talking with Carsyn, as he began to make his way over towards the two as Thadd 2 Badd headed towards the locker room.
CARSYN CARRABETTA: Thank you.
Carsyn placed the business card in her pants as Dick Oswald walked away in the direction of Crosby.
DICK OSWALD: Great showing kid.
Dick Oswald patted Crosby on the shoulder as he walked past the one member of the Flo Bros. Crosby continued towards Carsyn.
CROSBY CARTER: What did the old man want, babe?
Carsyn smiles at Crosby.
CARSYN CARRABETTA: Just to thank me for sending in your guy’s tapes pretty much.
CROSBY CARTER: Oh yeah?
Crosby returns the smile lifting Carsyn up into his arms.
CROSBY CARTER: You are the best girlfriend on the planet.
Crosby plants a kiss on the lips of Carsyn.
CROSBY CARTER: I’m just going to grab a drink and then get cleaned up. Then tonight we celebrate!
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INT. LOCKER ROOM — CONTINUOUS
Thadd 2 Badd sits alone in the locker room backstage. Crosby and Carsyn appear nowhere in sight as Thadd rests his one hand on his hip, showing a sign of discomfort as he pulls a black duffle bag close to himself and unzips it. Thadd digs into the bag and retrieves a small container; the sort of container you would find at a pharmacy. Except for this container has no information written on the bottle; which would mean that whatever is inside wasn’t purchased at a pharmacy.
A knock comes from the door. Thadd quickly pops two pills and place the lid back on the container and hides it again in his duffle bag. He grabs a bottle of water and takes a sip, swallowing the pills as Dick Oswald enters the locker room, in his hand, he carries a folder.
DICK OSWALD: Quite a fight you had out there. I must say you and your pal Carter? You two proved me and many others wrong tonight. We had our doubts about hiring some backyard punks, but now, the both of you gave us answers to our doubts and let me say we are over the moon about the hiring of you both.
THADD 2 BADD: I guess, thanks, dude. The backyard scene, you all may think of it as a bunch of amateurs just fucking around and all that jazz, but dude from what we do, and you guys do. There isn’t much difference besides dollar signs.
DICK OSWALD: Maybe, but anyway, you make sure to thank that little sex bomb that sent the tapes over.
Dick walks to Thadd and takes a seat beside him. Thadd grabs a towel draped over another chair and wiped the sweat from his face.
DICK OSWALD: How’s the hip?
Thadd doesn’t remove the towel from his face.
THADD 2 BADD: The hip? Feels like a million bucks, this shit—
Thadd removes the towel from his face and then pats his hip.
THADD 2 BADD: Is golden.
DICK OSWALD: Well then that is excellent news! I will say I was worried because back in my day I injured my hip. The thing has just never felt the same, and I only fell from a horse. You however, I heard did some spin thing off a roof.
THADD 2 BADD: A shooting star press.
DICK OSWALD: What?
THADD 2 BADD: That’s the move. It’s called a shooting star press dude. It’s went—
DICK OSWALD: Whatever, anyways back to what I was saying to you. After hearing about how you recovered so fast, I thought why don’t I visit this doctor. She fixed Thadd and my injury, well that happened twenty years ago, and the hip, this old thing still buggers me, but you, what was it a year and a half ago or so and you are like you said golden and the doctor cleared you; that you are 100% cleared to fight. That hip of yours is 100% healed. So, I visited this Doctor.
Thadd grew a look of concern.
THADD 2 BADD: Listen, dude, I can explain.
DICK OSWALD: Ah save it. She never cleared you to fight; which brings me to this question. Who signed – No, I mean who forged her signature on a legal document? That’s a 5 to 10-year offense.
Dick looks at Thadd and Thadd has guilt written across his face.
DICK OSWALD: Figured so, but you know what kid? I can almost say I respect you and no I’m not mad either. This little secret can stay with us. Nobody needs know because, to be honest, this has become a blessing for me, because you know what this is, this is leverage my boy.
Dick stood up and patted Thadd on the head with the folder in his hand.
DICK OSWALD: Thadd enjoy your night tonight, party with your bro and hoes because come next Warzone the party is over. I fucking own you now and let’s just say you now work for me kid and do I have plans for you. You are going to help me move right on up.
Dick walks away from Thadd.
DICK OSWALD: Oh, and let’s keep this between us. Nobody needs to know because if you start talking, I start talking; more people find out, then the wrong people start to get involved if you know what I mean. This conversation doesn’t leave this room.
Dick walks to the door, grabs the handle and turns around looking back towards Thadd.
DICK OSWALD: Next show, when you show up make sure you look more presentable. Wear a suit, comb your fucking hair.
Dick walks out and closes the door to the locker room behind him.
MATCH: RYAN O'REILLY VS JAMIE QUINN VS STIAN FOURNETTE – STANDARD MATCH Ryan O’Reilly made his way down to the ring first, followed by Stian who was accompanied by Rora. Ryan’s eyes were locked on the former figure skating duo, undoubtedly evil intentions in his mind. Jamie Quinn was last out, and the Sin City Siren wasted little time going to work on Stian with a chop block to the back of the knee that took him down. She was up to her feet and immediately was on top of Stian with a flurry of stomps and kicks. Ryan approached the scene, shoving Quinn out of the way, lifting Stian up and whipping him into the corner. Ryan followed him in with a huge forearm which he immediately followed up with a bulldog out of the corner. Early on in the match and the least experienced of the trio is dismissed easily for now. Jamie moves to Ryan, striking him as he returned to his feet. A series of punches landed flush to Ryan’s jaw. Jamie then tried for a spinning backfist, which Ryan would duck underneath. Before her momentum could spin her around completely, Ryan wrapped his arms around her waist and executed a high impact release German Suplex! Jamie hit the mat hard and Ryan set up on his knees - his head turning to watch Rora consoling Stian on the apron of the ring. Ryan smiled a wicked smile before moving up to his feet and moving onto the apron where Stian lay helpless. With no hesitation in his movements, Ryan lifted Stian - only to double him over and placing his head between his legs. Rora jumped up onto the apron and pleaded with Ryan, but he ignored it. He lifted Stian and jumped off of the apron - piledriving him onto the floor below to the sounds of Rora screaming bloody murder while she watched. Ryan pushed himself up to his feet, and looked down at the carnage that he caused. Rora leapt off of the apron and collapsed on her knees next to Stian. She was close to tears as she cradled his head. Ryan had evil intentions, alright. He reached out to grab Rora, who began to cower away a little - but was stopped when his name was yelled out. He stopped, turned and looked up just in time to see Jamie Quinn launch herself with a diving Crossbody off of the ropes, and landing directly on top of Ryan! The crowd popped watching her take flight like she did. Jamie shot right back up to her feet and went right after Ryan again. Jamie grabbed Ryan’s head, pulling him up to his feet - only to set him up for, and successfully hit a Russian Leg Sweep onto the crowd barrier! The barrier collapsed underneath them, nearly falling on two elderly women that sat in the front row. Jamie rolled up to her feet, reached out and grabbed one of the elderly ladies walker. Raising it high above her head, she smashes it on Ryan’s back. The two women in question are shocked and appalled by this action - in fact all of the actions they’ve seen tonight. But they have paid for entry, so they might as well stay I suppose. Jamie, still armed with the walker, turns and throws it in the direction where Stian tries to get it. The walker hits him hard, knocking him off of the knee he tried to balance on. The elder women, here clearly to support the beloved figure skaters, gasp seeing that. One of them works up the courage to pick up her caine and swing it at Jamie. Rora steps up to stop Jamie as she advances, holding out her hands and pleading with her to give Stian a break. Jamie’s stride slows just a step, which was enough to give Stian the moment he needed to pull himself up to his feet. Jamie rolled her eyes at Rora, and pushed her aside - just in time to get a roundhouse kick directly to the face from Stian! Immediately he turned to Rora, who stumbled into an empty seat next to her, now, biggest fans in the elderly women. She assured him that she’s okay. Stian turned around to find Jamie beginning to pull herself to her feet. Stian grabbed her by the hair, measured her up and drove the point of his bent knee into her temple. She drops to the floor again, and Stian measures her up to do it again. His first bit of offense is a series of stiff knee strikes to Jamie’s head, showing us his striking technique that he’s picked up in training with MMA coach Dijuanna Marietta. Stian let Jamie drop to the floor and moves over to Ryan, who has had time to pull himself together and is on his hands and knees. Stian grabs Ryan by the head and lifts him up, walking him to the ring and rolling him in underneath the bottom rope. Stian rolls in underneath him and follows him up to his feet. Ryan throws a right hand that connects with Stian’s jaw, but Stian replies with his own. The two begin to exchange blows, and it is Stian’s striking power that pulls the momentum to his side as he lands two, then three in succession before Ryan could retaliate. Ryan eats an elbow strike that staggers him back to the ropes. He leans against the ropes, which is when Stian rushes toward him, stepping up onto the middle rope before hitting Ryan directly in the face with a very stiff High Knee he keeps in his signature move arsenal. Stian landed on his feet and Ryan staggered off of the ropes. Stian saw this, and took off toward the ropes opposite of where he stood - which were now directly in front of Ryan. After bouncing off of them, he came back - jumped into the air and hit a beautiful hurricane kick to the side of Ryan’s head. Ryan dropped to the mat, but before Stian could attempt a pin fall, Jamie slid back into the ring, grabbed Stian from behind and hit a high-impact Belly-to-Back suplex! Stian crashed hard on the mat and almost instantly, Jamie was back up to her feet. She began to club away on Ryan who was on his hands and knees. Ryan fought through the strikes, eventually pushing himself up to his feet, but that was when she hit Ryan with a spinning backfist that knocked ‘The Reaper’ loopy. He tumbled backward into the corner. Jamie saw this and took charge, sprinting into the corner after him. Ryan, though, did move out of the way before any damage could be done - and Jamie crashed into the corner. Ryan leaned on the ropes, but was taken out of the ring by a rolling wheel kick from Stian who had returned to his feet and ran toward Ryan. Ryan hit the floor hard. Jamie began to push herself out of the tangled mess she was in between the turnbuckles while Stian sat on the mat. He motioned for Rora to climb the ropes, which she did after hopping onto the apron. Stian returned to his feet, grabbing Jamie and planting her on the floor with a DDT. He swiftly returned to his feet, standing with his back to the corner where Rora stood perched on the top rope. He lifted his arms, she placed her hands in his, and he flipped her up and over him. Rora crashed down on Jamie in a double-team maneuver they call the “Fall From Grace”. Rora moved out of the way, and Stian dropped into a cover on Jamie. One.. Two.. Three WINNER: By pinfall - STIAN FOURNETTE! [17:56] |
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INT. MAIN AREA — CONTINUOUS
DECLAN HALE is off in a corner by himself in the main area of the backstage. He sits on a steel chair, adjusting his ring gear. Dick Oswald who appears to be a busy man throughout the night walks up to Declan.
DICK OSWALD: A hard man to find it seems.
Declan doesn’t look up; instead, he continues to work on his ring gear.
DICK OSWALD: Well you sure don’t look like your brother, Riley. And here I thought you’d be a spitting image of your brother. I guess you were the ugly duckling in the family?
Declan stops what he is doing; his eye’s finding Dick Oswald’s. Declan stands up from where he sat and towers over the rather small man.
DECLAN HALE: What the fuck did you just say?
Dick Oswald throws up his arms, backing away from Declan.
DICK OSWALD: A joke, just a lousy joke Mr. Hale. I was only kidding.
DECLAN HALE: Do you see me laughing.
Declan steps closer to Dick Oswald, as Dick continues to back away from the fierce fighter.
DICK OSWALD: I’d like to remind you of who I am before you do anything you will regret—
DECLAN HALE: I could give two shits who you are.
DICK OSWALD: I’m just going to go.
Dick Oswald turns, and with much pace in his stride hurries away from Declan. After he is across the room and far enough away from Declan, he stops and looks back. Declan is still glaring at him from across the room.
Dick digs into his jacket pocket and pulls out his phone. He dials in a number and moves the phone to his ear.
DICK OSWALD: We are going go with plan B. Yeah, he’s not on the same pages as us, so I’m going to need you to make sure Dickie Watson wins tonight, understood?
Dick Oswald ends the call and takes one more look back at Declan Hale who still is looking at him. Dick hurries off.
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EXT. THE PARKING LOT — CONTINUOUS
Jamie Quinn had her hands up and her fists clenched. She was surrounded by a group of five men, each bigger than she was, and all dressed in black suits. They stood at a standstill, waiting to see who would make the first move.
One of the men went at Jamie, while the others watch. Jamie connects with a jab to the man’s mouth and then follows with a knee to the man’s midsection. He bends over grabbing his gut and allowing Jamie to finish him off with an elbow to the back of his neck. The man collapses.
Another man swoops in, and Jamie dodges his punch and counters with a swinging elbow to the man's chin. He staggers back, and Jamie finishes him off with a superman punch. The man’s knees give out, and he collapses in front of her.
The other three exchange looks back and forth between each other. The men had underestimated Jamie, and prepare to go all in as a group, but another man steps into view, Clay Burton. They stop as Clay walks up to Jamie.
He stands in a defensive stance and waves for Jamie to come at him; which she obliges and throws a punch. Clay blocks the punch and counters with a punch of his own. Jamie throws another two punches, and each blow misses her target as Clay dodges her throws. Jamie throws one more and Clay catches it, twisting her arm and bringing it behind her back as he drives three quick knees into her face before taking out her legs with a leg sweep. He drills home four punches to her face and then stops. Clay backs off.
Jamie lays on the ground, blood gushing from her nose and her mouth. Clay grabs her by her arms, restraining them behind her back as he keeps her on her knees.
VOICE: I can see why Desmond keeps you close.
A masked man walks into view, dressed in a light grey Emporio Armani suit, and a pair of black Giorgio Armani leather captoe Oxford shoes. Dress to impress is the owner of the Factory, INCOGNITO. He walks up to Jamie and crouches down, so they are face to face.
INCOGNITO: There is a fighter in that little petite body huh?
Incognito looks at the two men behind him, the ones Jamie had taken down and are currently being helped back to their feet.
INCOGNITO: Those two. WOAH! Aren’t no jokes and YOU, this tiny little thing just fucked them up royally. I’m impressed. Though Clay, he’s like ten levels above—
JAMIE QUINN: What the fuck do you want.
Jamie spits a glob of blood on the ground between her and Incognito.
INCOGNITO: Right to the point huh? No messing around with this girl. I like that.
JAMIE QUINN: Tell your dog here, to release me, and I’ll show you how much of a girl I am when I bash in your skull with my fists.
INCOGNITO: Oh, you are probably right, but then, I’m no fighter; that’s why I have these guys to fight for me.
JAMIE QUINN: Fucking coward.
Incognito shakes his head. He stands up and grabs Jamie by the hair and reefs her head back.
INCOGNITO: The only fucking coward here is your pal Desmond. Do me a favor, yeah? Pass him along a message for me.
Incognito leans back down, so his mask is almost touching the tip of Jamie’s nose.
INCOGNITO: Incognito is back, and he’s ready to collect!
Incognito lifts his head and then slams it into the nose of Jamie Quinn.
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INT. BACKSTAGE — CONTINUOUS
Backstage the area has grown quiet; less panic ensued as the night carried on. Employees have vanished, fighters that fought earlier in the night have packed their bags and disappeared from the Factory. Some remain as Warzone isn’t finished yet. Still, a few matches remain on the card.
Wilhelm Screem even though he has fought in the opening match, remains backstage. Not for long, however, as he is in the middle of gathering the few belongs he brought with him to the Factory today. He pulls on his coat, clicking in each button until his jacket is entirely done up.
He begins to walk, heading down the thirty-foot corridor which leads to a door that reads “Exit” just above. As he nears the door, it swings open from the outside and the man who owned the Factory, the man who hides behind a mask, Incognito steps into view. Walking in front of Incognito and behind him are a few men dressed in all black suits, one which is Clay Burton, his personal bodyguard.
They walk towards Wilhelm. Screem steps towards them, and as they came close, everything becomes slow motion. Wilhelm stops, as Incognito walks past. There eye’s meeting but it would be Incognito the first to look away. Screem however never breaks contact, he watches Incognito until the Factory boss has vanished from his sight. Time speeds up.
WILHELM SCREEM: You were right, my God.
Wilhelm stands staring at the empty corridor.
WILHELM SCREEM: As you’ve said, there are still monsters ahead. Shall I—
Screem goes silent.
WILHELM SCREEM: Patience? But my lord, to allow such a monster to walk amongst the humans. It’s—
Wilhelm looks at the exit, then back towards where he had seen Incognito vanish.
WILHELM SCREEM: As you say.
Wilhelm stares long down the corridor, but instead of heading back into the Factory, Screem walks towards the exit and disappears out the door.
MATCH: RORA SKY VS VANITY FULLBRIGHT – STANDARD MATCH Stian and Rora remain at ringside after the previous match. Stian showing the effects of the match still, but remains at ringside to support Rora - who stands in the corner, bouncing on her toes, getting herself psyched for her first match. Vanity Fullbright methodically walks down to the ring with an arrogant swagger on her face and swinging her trademarked pink chain in her hands, eyeing her opponent for the night. Climbing into the ring, she drapes the chain over the top rope and throws up a faux-MMA stance, clearly making fun of her opponent’s training. Rora doesn’t look so amused as she walks out of the corner. The bell sounds and immediately Rora goes for a takedown, but Vanity side steps it and watches as Rora drops to a knee, but is quickly back up to her feet. Vanity smirks, bouncing around on her toes - mocking Rora again. Rora grows a little more frustrated and tries again, only to fail. Now the frustration is clear and she begins to lose focus. Snapping back up, she charges blindly at Vanity only to be hit with a knee lift to the stomach, in which she flips over Vanity’s leg and lands on the mat. Vanity measures up her opponent as Rora begins to pick herself up. Vanity swings her leg out wildly, attempting a stiff kick that - if landed - would have surely put Rora down for a nap. But Rora brought up her arms, blocking the shot with her forearms. Rora then exploded up to her feet, grabbing Vanity in a Muay-Thai clinch, pulling Vanity’s head down and hitting her with a few lifted knee strikes to the face before using that MMA knowledge to transition into an armdrag and then into an armbar. The combination flowed flawlessly and now Rora has the hold expertly applied. Due to the nature of the Factory, there are no rope breaks so Vanity’s only hope is to somehow counter or slip out of this hold. On the outside, Stian slaps the mat cheering on Rora. Vanity thrashes around on the mat, trying frantically to escape the hold. But her fight and will won’t let her submit. Not right now. Not ever. Eventually, she manages to roll over onto her knees and wiggle her way out of the hold. Instantly backing away, holding the joint of her forearm and elbow, she shakes it to regain the feeling in it. Rora is quickly on her, though. Pushing her deeper into the corner, Rora successfully lands a few solid strikes before taking half a step back, grabbing onto the top rope and jumping up - hitting a perfect Gamengiri kick to Vanity’s head. The smack was heard clearly throughout the arena. Rora landed on her feet just as Vanity staggered out of the corner and dropped to the mat. Smiling, Rora would then show her athleticism as she executed a perfect ten cartwheel before moonsaulting onto her fallen opponent. Rora was quickly back up to her feet. She smiled down to Stian who cheered her on, before jumping up and dropping double knees onto Vanity’s stomach. Back up to her feet, she backflipped and hit another set of double knees! The crowd, especially the ex-Figure skating duo’s number one fans in the two Elderly women in the front row, applaud the athleticism. Rora draped her body over Vanity’s for a cover. One.. Tw--- A quick kick out before two. Rora looked to Stian, a little shocked that her combination didn’t finish it off - but that’s the name of the game. It’s going to take more than that. Stian shouted words of encouragement toward Rora, which is when she pushed herself to her feet. Rora looked down to Vanity, and motioned for her signature “Queen in the Skies”. She took a step back, before jumping up and leaving her feet. Bending and rotating in the air with the grace that only a figure skater would have, she executed a shooting star in the air. And just as she comes down to land it, Vanity brings her knees up. Rora landed stomach first, hard on Vanity’s bent knees. Stian let out a loud “NO!” as all the air left Rora’s lungs and she rolled onto the mat, holding her stomach. Vanity pushed herself to her feet and, with a disgusted scowl on her face, stomped down hard on Rora. Vanity, breathing heavy, sprinted to the ropes and came back with a shining wizard kick just as Rora began to sit up. Vanity rolled up to her feet, and grabbed the chain she brought down to the ring with her. Quickly, she was on of Vanity again, wrapping the chain tightly around her neck before transitioning behind her, and pulling back on it - choking the life out of Rora. Stian began to go crazy on the outside, screaming and yelling at Vanity to stop. Eventually, Vanity does stop. She removes the chain from Rora’s neck and stands up, wrapping one end around her hand to get a good grip. The remaining length hangs loosely, and an evil smile creeps onto her face as she circles around Rora. She swings the chain, locking on her target. Unbeknownst to her, Stian slides into the ring and runs over to Rora just as Vanity drew the chain back. Bringing it down hard, Stian slides on his knees , cradling and shielding Rora with his back to Vanity. The chain comes down hard, whipping Stian in the back. He instantly screams bloody murder. Vanity, though, doesn’t care who was on the receiving end. She smiled after the first contact, and continued to whip Stian with her chain. After the third or forth strike, Stian rolled out of the way and out of the ring. The pain on his face was obvious, but he protected Rora. That was all he ever wanted to do. And it gave Rora enough time to push herself up to her feet. Vanity turned her attention back to Rora and was immediately hit with a forearm shot that was hard enough to cause Vanity to drop her chain. The forearm knocked her back a few feet, which she regained when she ran toward Rora. However, Rora expected that and caught Vanity, lifting her in hiptoss fashion, but twisting her body and falling with Vanity - hitting a neckbreaker variation while doing so. Rora was quickly to her feet again and she dragged Vanity back up to her feet too, only to put her back down with an inverted hurricanrana. Vanity's head smacked off of the mat, and Rora moved to the corner to climb to the top rope. Rora waited, perched on the top, for Vanity to return to her feet - before jumping off and driving both knees into her stomach, riding her down to the mat with a Meteroa. From there, Rora transitioned into a pin attempt. One.. Two.. Kickout. Rora stood up and allowed Vanity up to her feet. Rora charged to Vanity, but was taken down with a quick open hand slap. It was something that Rora didn’t expect. Vanity took advantage of the situation, though, grabbing Rora and lifting her up enough before turning, hitting the nearby ropes, and coming back with a shining wizard knee to the face. Vanity should have taken the time to cover, but instead she pulled Rora back up to her feet. Vanity would hit a few more open hand slaps, hitting Rora primarily in the chest then one last one in the face - before she would jump up and try a Gamengiri kick. But Rora had enough wit about her, despite the open hand slaps, to step back and avoid that impact. Vanity hit the mat, then pushed herself up - and right into Rora’s arms. “Dream Killer”! Rora expertly applied the submission that Dijuanna has taught her. Rora pulled Vanity down to the mat, locking the hold in as tight as she possibly could. And then Vanity had no choice but to tap out… Rora released the hold and rolled out of the ring immediately to check on Stian. The two embraced as the bell was sounding. WINNER: By Submission - RORA SKY! [19:33] |
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INT. LOCKER ROOM — CONTINUOUS
The shared locker room of the fighters sits deserted. Only a few bags remain inside the small area that had been set up for the fighters to leave their gear and personal belongings. The door opens up and in walks Factory fighter RYAN O’REILLY. He grabs his bag and tends to go however, something catches his attention from the corner of his eye.
Ryan O’Reilly puts his bag down and walks over to another fighters bag. Starring back at him is the mask of Spyder. He checks over the bag, looking for a name that goes with the bag, but there is no tags and nothing written on the bag.
The sound of a women's voice and footsteps draws closer just outside the locker room. Ryan O’Reilly, shoves the mask of Spyder back into the fighters bag and grabs his bag and hides behind the wall that leads to the showers.
ANNA BADSTREET enters the locker room, talking on her phone.
ANNA BADSTREET: It just wasn’t my night. No, I’m heading out now.
Anna Badstreet hangs up her phone and grabs the bag with the mask of Spyder in it. She doesn’t look inside and just zips it up and walks out of the locker room, carrying the bag with her.
Ryan O’Reilly steps out from behind the wall, with a look to kill.
RYAN O’REILLY: Found you.
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INT. DICK OSWALD'S OFFICE — CONTINUOUS
Dick Oswald sits behind his desk in a rather small, cramped looking office. Dick has his boots up on the table, and his cowboy hat resting beside his feet.
In front of his Desk, still dressed in his wrestling gear is GRAHAM GOSCH.
GRAHAM GOSCH: It’s fucking garbage. Anybody can win when rules do not apply when there is no structure. Any moron on this earth can beat a man with a weapon or know that outside interference can help them achieve victory. In this environment, the environment you have created, any Joe Schmoe can win here.
Graham shakes his head as he looks over at Dick Oswald.
GRAHAM GOSCH: It’s no real test of talent, but do you want to know what is a real test of skill?
DICK OSWALD: What’s that?
GRAHAM GOSCH: Gosch Style.
DICK OSWALD: You know I keep hearing about this Gosch style, but I need to be honest with you. I don’t have a clue what the hell you are talking about when you bring up Gosch style. No offense.
GRAHAM GOSCH: See right there, that’s the fucking problem. Nobody remembers anymore; everybody has had their minds deluded by this circus act you call fighting. That garbage you promoters keep trying to promote.
DICK OSWALD: The crowd seems to love it.
GRAHAM GOSCH: Of course, they do because this is all they know nowadays.
DICK OSWALD: I don’t understand what you want me to do. You know what you signed up for; you know what the factory was. It was in the contract you signed or did you just sign the dotted line to look out for her? For Nora?
GRAHAM GOSCH: Nora doesn’t need my help, she can fend for herself, Dick. What I want—
Graham Gosch turns the chair around in front of him and then takes a seat. He rests his forearm on the headrest of the chair.
GRAHAM GOSCH: Allow me to bring Gosch style to the factory. A division where there are rules, there is structure inside that ring.
Dick just stares at Graham. Thinking it over in his head as Graham looks on patiently.
DICK OSWALD: One show. Next Warzone I’ll give you one match with your rules. If you impress me, I’ll think about it.
Graham nods.
DICK OSWALD: Is that all?
GRAHAM OSWALD: That’s all, Dick—
DICK OSWALD: Call me Mr. Oswald.
GRAHAM GOSCH: Yeah, yeah. You won’t regret this.
Graham stood up, turning the chair back around and exiting the office of Dick Oswald.
MATCH: DECLAN HALE VS. DICKIE WATSON – STANDARD MATCH Declan Hale is the first competitor to enter the factory, and with him he brings a garbage can. He brings the closed-lid garbage can into the ring with him, places it in his corner and sits on the top of it, waiting for Dickie Watson - who enters next, full of energy and trying to rile up the fans behind him. Dickie climbs into the ring and that’s when he notices the garbage can. He looks toward the referee, asking what’s in it. But before the referee could shrug and tell him he doesn’t know, Declan’s up - grabs the lid of the can and literally throws it at Dickie. It hits Dickie in the arm, and hits the mat. It wasn’t meant to deal any damage, but to cause a distraction - and it worked. Dickie looked down at the lid, and before he could raise his head to find his opponent - Declan has sprinted across the ring and taken Dickie down with a double leg takedown. Declan has quickly mounted Dickie and with closed fists, he starts to hammer the lesser-experienced athlete with heavy strikes. After a couple of solid shots, Declan shoots back up to his feet and grabs Dickie as he begins to move to his. Declan sits Dickie up to his knees, which is where he very stiffly and very quickly push kicks at his chest. After the third kick, Dickie hits the floor again - becoming a victim to Declan’s high intensity, unrelenting offense. Declan turns to the corner and retrieves the trash can that he brought in with him. Walking back into the centre of the ring, he turns the can upside down and dumping out the contents of it. Thumbtacks.. Thousands of thumbtacks sprinkle onto the mat. Declan tosses the empty garbage can into the corner and smiles devilishly toward Dickie. Moving to where Dickie is recovering, Declan reaches down and grabs him by the hair - only for Dickie to rear back and throw an elbow up into Declan’s gut. Declan’s grip was released, and he backed away. Dickie blasted up to his feet and used his speed to duck underneath a lunging clothesline attempt from Declan. Dickie sprinted to the ropes and bounced off of them, catching an unprepared Declan with a dropkick to the back. Declan stumbled forward into the corner where the trash can lay. Shaking off the dropkick, Declan picked up the trash can as he stood. He turned around, lifting the trash can as he did, only to have it kicked right back into his face from Dickie - who was still sprinting around. Dickie’s movements stopped after Declan ate a face full of trash can and hit the mat. With a smile, Dickie stepped over Declan’s body and, in an amazing show of athleticism, he easily jumped up to the top rope and used it to springboard off, hitting a perfect moonsault! He laid on top of Declan for the cover.. One.. Tw— Declan powered out of the pin attempt. Dickie was back to his feet first, and pulled Declan up to his. Dickie gave Declan a swift kick to the stomach before positioning Declan’s head between his legs and hooking his arms. He is looking for the tiger bomb he’s known to use, and looking to do so right on the thumbtacks! -- But Declan managed to free his arms and counter the set up with a backbody drop - sending Dickie crashing hard onto the pile of thumbtacks! Dickie screams out in pain after landing, instantly popping up and showing the dozens of tacks that pierce through his skin. Declan dropped to a knee, only to regain composure for a second while Dickie thrashed about on the ring. Declan pushed himself up to his feet and turned to find Dickie sitting in the corner, trying his best to pull whatever tacks he can reach out. Declan sprinted toward him.. ..and kicked him right in the mouth with a running boot! A collective gasp goes through the crowd as you can almost see Dickie’s life leave his body. Declan pulls Dickie out of the corner. Blood running down his arms and back from the tacks. Lifting Dickie onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, Declan walks him back to the centre of the ring where he looks to drop him back down on the tacks. But somehow Dickie still has enough wit about him after that stunning kick to slip off of Declan’s shoulders. Showing the heart he has, and the fact that he scouted ahead - Dickie avoids another tragic drop onto the tacks. Instead he lands on his feet behind Declan. Declan turns around only slightly before Dickie uses his agility and luchador-inspired wrestling technique to get himself into position, successfully tilt-a-whirl’ing through the air before bringing Declan’s head down with a stiff DDT right into the thumb tacks! And just like Dickie’s back is riddled with them - Declan’s face now wears multiple silver tacks as he pushes himself up to his hands and knees quickly, screaming out. Declan’s face was bleeding in various places from the tacks, especially his nose and mouth. Dickie pushed himself up to his feet, grabbing the garbage can from the nearby corner. It’s dented from being kicked into Declan’s face earlier. He places it sitting next to where Declan now sits, pulling tacks out of his hands unaware of what Dickie had planned. After sitting the can next to Declan, Dickie turned and sprinted to the far ropes - coming back and sliding on the mat with a basement dropkick to the can - hitting it right into Declan’s head! While doing so, though, Dickie skidded along the thumb tacks, only furthering the damage to his back. Dickie rolls to the ropes, using them to pull himself up. Declan lays on the mat, practically in the middle of a thumb tack angel from thrashing about. Blood covering a good portion of his face now. He begins to stir, rolling over onto his side - then to his hands and knees, ignoring the pain of the tacks piercing into his palms and knees. Dickie is back to his feet first, and sets his sights on Declan as he pushes himself up to sit on his knees. Declan looks up at Dickie and has enough time to flip Dickie off, before Dickie charges toward him, jumps up and wraps his legs around Declan’s head - spiking him down with a hurricanrana. Dickie immediately rolls Declan over to a pin. One.. Two.. Thre---- Kickout at the very last second! Dickie sits up in shock that he almost had the pin. Declan rolls onto his side, beginning to pry thumbtacks from his skull. Dickie was up to his feet first, and he grabbed Declan by the hair - pulling him up to his feet. Once Declan was up, though, that fighter mentality took over and he lunged out at Dickie - hitting him with a stiff forearm shot. Dickie comes back and hits Declan with his own. Back and forth, back and forth the two go - exchanging shots. Declan ends up getting the better, once again, and hits a shot that makes Dickie stagger back to the ropes. Bouncing off, he comes back with a forearm of his own. Declan steps back after the impact, and then steps forward - hitting Dickie with a massive headbutt. Dickie immediately goes down, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. The impact of the headbutt even makes Declan stagger on wobbly feet. \Before Declan could do anything else, though, a masked person hops over the barrier with a steel pipe in hand. Sliding into the ring behind an unsuspecting Declan, the masked fighter shoots up to his feet and smashes Declan in the back of the head with the pipe! Declan hits the mat, face first, and is out cold. The masked fighter drops the steel pipe, rolls Declan onto his back then moves to grab Dickie’s arm, draping it over Declan’s unconscious body. One.. Two.. Three! The masked wrestler leaves the ring, exiting the same way he came in - through the crowd. It takes a couple of moments before Dickie comes to, and the referee raises his arm that’s riddled with thumbtacks. The bloody Dickie Watson exits the ring and slowly makes his way to the back. Declan Hale is left laying in a pool of blood, thumbtacks and a steel pipe laying next to his head. WINNER: By pinfall - DICKIE WATSON! [28:51] |
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INT. IN RING — AN HOUR LATER
The show was pretty much over. All the matches had been completed for the night, and it's last call inside the Factory. The crowd was still loud, and DJ Leddy kept the music going as the people still drank and danced on what was the opening night.
The music stops, and the lights go out as a spotlight hits the center of the ring. The same way the show had opened. Except for this time, it isn’t Brextin Kostner standing in the middle of the square circle it is operations manager Dick Oswald. He holds a microphone in one hand and the other hand, a championship belt.
DICK OSWALD: Did you enjoy yourself tonight?
The fans roar.
DICK OSWALD: Good.
The lights slowly return as Dick Oswald looks out at the crowd.
DICK OSWALD: So, you may be wondering what I’m doing out here and why I am holding this championship belt. No, the night is over, unfortunately, no more battles here tonight, but see this.
Dick holds up the championship.
DICK OSWALD: Is what every fighter back there will have their eyes set on. See, we had talked, how should we crown our very first champion. It was quite the debate until the man behind this; the man that created the factory decided on how the winner should be crowned.
Beat.
DICK OSWALD: At Battle Royale! All contracted fighters will find themselves locked inside the Factory. Unfortunately for you guys, fans will not be permitted inside, nor will staff. Only fighters will be allowed inside, and the entire factory will be their playground. Scattered with weapons, and of course, traps. Once a fighter has been knocked out, he will be eliminated from the event, and it will continue until only one fighter remains. Our new CHAMPION!
The crowd cheers at the idea.
DICK OSWALD: And don’t worry, you the fans may not be allowed inside, but we are just going to move the party outside. Where all can watch, and you the fans, will also play a massive part in this. Oh, a very big part!
The crowd roars even louder.
DICK OSWALD: Get your drinks in people, last call is here and from the Factory to you, goodnight.
END.