Warzone II | March 19th, 2018

[The Factory]

MARCH 19TH, 2018  |  THE FACTORY  |  NEWARK, NEW JERSEY

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INT. THE FACTORY — NEWARK, NEW JERSEY — OFF SCREEN — MARCH 19TH, 2018

The door opens to the office of Incognito and in walks the commissioner Dirk Oswald. He looks nervous, as there is a bit of jumpiness in his stride as the door closes behind him. Dirk scans the office of Incognito. Clay Burton sits on a sofa to his left, eyes locked in on Dirk and an expression that Dirk cannot read. Dirk looks away and focuses on Incognito, who sits behind his desk holding a wine glass in his hands.

DIRK OSWALD: Mr. Incognito I was informed you wish to see me?

Dirk closes the distance between the door and the desk of Incognito. He stops just in front and fiddles with his tie.

INCOGNITO: Sit.

Dirk obeys and sits; however, he doesn’t look at the chair behind him, and with his first attempt at sitting, he ends up sitting on the armrest first. Dirk corrects himself.

INCOGNITO: Nervous?

DIRK OSWALD: Nervous? Because of you? No. Just excited, that’s all. Tonight is a big night with this being our second event and all. Last week, I thought the overall show was much of a success. The fighters gave it there all, fans left happy and besides a few internet critiques. I’d say we achieved what we set out to accomplish. Wouldn’t you agree?

A silence enters the room. One single sweat bead slides down the forehead of Dirk Oswald as Incognito swirls the red wine inside his wine glass.

INCOGNITO: What we set out to accomplish?

DIRK OSWALD: Well yes.

Incognito chuckles behind his mask, before bringing the glass to his mask and taking in the aroma. Incognito doesn’t taste the wine. Instead, he places the wine glass back down on his desk.

INCOGNITO: Never understood, how people can drink wine. They say it’s sweet, but all I can taste is the bitterness. Do you drink wine, my friend?

DIRK OSWALD: Is this a metaphor?

INCOGNITO: No. Just a simple question my friend.

Incognito stands up. He turns away from Dirk Oswald and looks out the big glass window behind his desk. A window; which gives him full view of everything: The bar; the entrance; the wrestling ring; the announcer's table. From where he stands Incognito can watch everything from his office; that sits high above in the arena. Incognito places his arms behind his back, locking his hands together as he watches the fans enter the Factory.

INCOGNITO: When I told you – build me a wrestling promotion, a place which trumps all others. This - this wasn’t what I had imagined.

DIRK OSWALD: I—

Incognito holds his hands up.

INCOGNITO: I said, build me an arena that makes the MSG look small. Build it in New York. Funny because here I stand in Newark, inside an old building that was deemed for destruction.

DIRK OSWALD: I know that’s—

Incognito shakes his head.

INCOGNITO: Sshhh, my friend. It is not your turn to speak.

Incognito turns around.

INCOGNITO: I said, give me stars. Find me the best fighters around the world and what did you do? Hire a bunch of nobodies; just sibling’s to stars that cannot live up to their sibling’s accomplishments. Ex-figure skaters? Backyard wrestlers?

DIRK OSWALD: I know how it looks Mr.—

INCOGNITO: DO NOT! Mention my name.

DIRK OSWALD: My apologizes Incognito. I know how it looks, I do but just let me explain.

Incognito walks around his desk. He takes seat on the edge close to where Dirk Oswald sits. Dirk looks uncomfortable in his seat, as his fingers play the piano on the arms rests and he keeps moving his feet from position to position as he sits with the straightest posture.

INCOGNITO: Then explain my friend.

DIRK OSWALD: Right. Yes. There were issues with legislation in New York, with trying to set up shop. It would have been years Incognito – of court battles; lawyers and permits and truth be told, we could have fought for years and at the end? After all those years. Walked away with no promotion, still at square one and trust me, I had Anna Badstreet look into it. Search for loopholes but that city, has every file intact and every word protected. They have all their ducks in a row when it comes to legislation.

INCOGNITO: Maybe Anna isn’t that great of a lawyer.

DIRK OSWALD: No, she is. That women and her law firm have on many occasions saved me. She is the best at what she does, believe me; she is a tremendous asset to this company. In the ring, and outside.

Incognito rubs at his collarbone.

INCOGNITO: I’d like to meet this Anna. Set it up.

DIRK OSWALD: As you wish Incognito.

Dirk stands up, thinking the meeting is over and goes to leave the office of Incognito.

INCOGNITO: Did I tell you to leave?

Dirk freezes. He slowly turns around, looking back towards the door.

DIRK OSWALD: No, I just assumed.

INCOGNITO: See that’s a problem nowadays, everybody just making assumptions. They don’t ask. Always just assuming. Thinking they know, but don’t have a clue. Never assume my friend.

Incognito pushes himself away from the desk and walks towards Dirk.

INCOGNITO: You never answered me about the stars.

DIRK OSWALD: Oh right.

Dirk smiles, but when Incognito shakes his head. Dirk’s small quickly vanish.

DIRK OSWALD: This environment isn’t for everybody. Not everyone cares for the hardcore aspect of the industry. They believe this style, caters to specific individuals and just isn’t for them. However, trust me again when I have things in the works and trust me when I say, I will get you your stars. I just need some time.

Incognito walks back to his desk and takes a seat back behind it. He spins around in his chair, so he is back looking out his window.

Dirk just stands there.

INCOGNITO: You may go, my friend.

Dirk turns on his heels and wastes no time as he makes his exit from the office of Incognito.

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INT. COMMENTARY BOOTH — ON SCREEN — CONTINUOUS

Rocco Arlo sits alone behind the commentary booth. His partner from the previous show Warzone I nowhere to be found. The seat the Alyx Flash had occupied now sits empty. Rocco reads over a piece of paper before setting it down and looking towards the camera when he gets the green light in his ear that Warzone II is now underway. The show is live.

ROCCO ARLO: WELCOME! Too another episode of Warzone, live from Newark, New Jersey. I’m Rocco Arlo and this—

Rocco stops, catching himself before he introduces his old partner in the booth.

ROCCO ARLO: And as you can see, tonight I sit alone due to some changes around the Factory. Alyx Flash, who two weeks ago sat in this empty chair has found a new position within the Factory, which leaves me with a new partner in the booth.

On that cue, “I won’t back down” by Johnny Cash erupts on the speakers around DJ Leddy’s booth.

A man just ripped steps out from the back. He is pretty much naked, beside the bowtie he wears around his neck and the pair of Under Armor briefs he has on covering his junk. This man is NEVILLE PROCTOR, and he holds a leash in his hand; which is attached to a woman covered head to toe in a black leather suit, with a black leather mask that covers her identity. Her name is DOLL. She crawls on her hands and knees behind Neville.

ROCCO ARLO: Former wrestling superstar, and to some a God. The one and only Neville Proctor!

Neville and Doll make their way over to the commentary booth. Doll pulls out Neville’s chair for him so that he can sit. Then grabs the headset and places it on Neville's head before lying on the floor beside him on her knee’s. Neville pats her head.

Neville is all smiles.

ROCCO ARLO: Welcome Neville.

NEVILLE PROCTOR: Line.

Doll sits up and whispers into the ear of Neville.

NEVILLE PROCTOR: Ah. Yes. Really? You don’t say. WELCOME TO WARZONE!

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INT. CORRIDOR — OFF SCREEN — CONTINUOUS

Jamie Quinn walks down a corridor with her bag in tow. Walking behind her, on her left is ADRIANA RIVERA and on her right is DESMOND O’SULLIVAN. They had just arrived and are on there way to the locker room area. They walk around a corner and the three of them all come to a stop.

Up ahead, about ten feet or so stands Clay Burton and behind him stands two men dressed in black suits. They block the hallway. Clay smirks, as he walks forward, alone. The personal bodyguard of Incognito walks right up to Jamie Quinn as she lets her bag drop from her hand.

CLAY BURTON: I see you brought some friends with you.

Clay looks at Jamie for a second before turning his attention to Desmond.

CLAY BURTON: Desmond O’Sullivan.

DESMOND O’SULLIVAN: Listen Clay, I’ve come to talk with Incognito and get this… all sorted out. Jamie has nothing to do with any of this. It’s between Incognito and myself.

CLAY BURTON: So now you want to talk? Did you think you could just walk in here, and resolve this? That easy.

Clay brings his attention back to Jamie Quinn.

CLAY BURTON: Them. They don’t go down to the ring with you tonight, you go alone. Understood?

ADRIANA RIVERA: WHAT? Setting her up for another ambush are you, so that bastard and his goon squad can jump Jamie again? I think not. You can’t stop us from behind out there you fuck.

CLAY BURTON: See this building, where you stand right now. It all belongs to Incognito and you two aren’t employed and I doubt you have tickets to the show. So technically you two are trespassing and we can throw you out. So, you and you, can beat it now.

JAMIE QUINN: You even try and lay one hand on her and I will rip your fucking head off.

Clay smirks. Jamie clenches her fist, but Desmond grabs her arm, stopping her from taking a shot at Clay.

DESMOND O’SULLIVAN: We will leave.

CLAY BURTON: Good.

Clay turns and walks back towards the other two that had come with him, as he passes them, they turn and follow Clay as they disappear around another corner.

Jamie watches the three go and as they vanish she turns and looks at Desmond.

JAMIE QUINN: What was that?

DESMOND O’SULLIVAN: What?

JAMIE QUINN: What the fuck do you think?

DESMOND O’SULLIVAN: Listen, Incognito won’t do anything with people watching. He’s smarter than that. Me and Adriana will wait outside for you. Then after your match, once you found us… I’ll go find Incognito and get this resolved.

JAMIE QUINN: Something doesn’t feel right here.

DESMOND O’SULLIVAN: You don’t trust me now?

JAMIE QUINN: Well after I got jumped by a bunch of fucking goons because of you, and then not letting me know why I got busted up… the trust train hasn’t exactly arrived at the station yet but that’s not it. Something just doesn’t seem right.

Jamie looks at Adriana.

JAMIE QUINN: I should have come alone.

MATCH: NORA C. BAUER VS ANNA BADSTREET VS VANITY – STANDARD MATCH The three next competitors didn’t fair so well in their first appearances in the Factory, so you know tonight is about redemption. Badstreet enters the ring first, followed by Vanity, then Nora and once all three were in the ring, that was when the match between. It began with the vicious Vanity charging Badstreet, backing her into the corner with a shoulder tackle. Pinning Badstreet in the turnbuckles, Vanity began to expertly kick Badstreet in the abdomen. Badstreet ate the shots, one after another after another - until Vanity stopped. Not because she wanted, but because Nora came into the corner - grabbed two hands full of Vanity’s hair and viciousally ripped her out of the corner and threw her down to the mat. Vanity pushed herself up to her feet, only for Nora to rush toward her and taking her down with a powerful clothesline. Badstreet moves out of the corner, kicking Nora in the back of the leg - making her buckle down to one knee. From there Badstreet plants Nora with swift DDT. Badstreet doesn’t get the chance to go for a pin attempt, instead when she’s up to her feet, she’s immediately greeted by Vanity’s boot to the stomach. Vanity reaches out, grabbing Badstreet in a Muay Thai clinch then proceeds to feed her upward knee strikes to the face. Badstreet’s face bounces off of her knee a couple of times before Vanity releases her hold. Badstreet stumbles back, falling on her ass. Before Badstreet could change positions or move back up to her feet, Vanity charged forward and dove through the air, hitting Badstreet with a Sliding Elbow strike. That put Badstreet down, but Vanity wasn’t expecting Nora to grab her by the tights and rushing her into the corner, throwing her between the turnbuckles - shoulder first into the steel post. Vanity slumps down, sliding through the ropes and turnbuckles to the apron. Nora turns around, grabbing Badstreet by the hair and lifting her up. Nora lands a series of punches and forearms before displaying that power she’s known for, hitting a release-overhead belly-to-belly Suplex! Badstreet hits the mat, and rolls right underneath the bottom rope - also collecting herself on the ring apron. Nora sees this, sees an opportunity and waits. Badstreet and Vanity both pull themselves up on the apron, standing right next to one another now. Noticing this, they both begin to exchange punches while holding onto the top rope for stability. That wouldn’t matter, though. Not when Nora bounces off of the far side ropes and comes sprinting toward them - full speed - and dives through the middle and top rope, taking down both Badstreet and Vanity with a huge spear! All three women crash on the floor, heads hitting awkwardly off of the cement flooring of the Factory. Nora was the first back up to her feet, her eyes immediately lock on Vanity. She approaches her as she lays prone on the ground, and immediately locks her in her signature submission, “Stray Paper”. Vanity lets out of scream of pain as Nora wrenches back on the hold, trying to force the tap out right here on the outside of the ring. And just when it looks like Vanity was about to give in, Badstreet comes from out of nowhere, running into the scene and hitting a sickening kick to the side of Nora’s face. Nora released the hold and hit the floor. Badstreet is immediately on the attack on Nora, grabbing her and whipping her hard against the crowd barrier. The barrier pushed in, but remained standing with Nora leaning on it for support. Badstreet then waited until Nora pushed herself off of the barrier and took a running charge to close the gap. Badstreet would counter whatever Nora had planned, picking her up in a sideslam hold and spinning around just a little before driving Nora down onto her extended knee - “Heart of Ice”! Nora’s body bent awkwardly over Badstreet’s knee and then crumbled onto the ground. Badstreet returned to her feet just as Vanity was. Badstreet turned to Vanity, lunging forward to grab her before rolling her into the ring. Vanity rolls onto her hands and knees, crawling to the ropes to pull herself up as Badstreet enters. Vanity throws a back elbow, hitting Badstreet in the chest with it. Badstreet backs away, giving Vanity time to turn around and face her assailant. Badstreet approaches again, only to be kicked in the stomach before Vanity takes a step back and hits a perfect Leg-drop Bulldog onto her. Badstreet rolls closer to the ropes, which is where Vanity wanted her. She positioned Badstreets head, chest and upper chest underneath the bottom rope - hanging over the apron, before she climbed up to the top rope. From there she would leap off, hitting a devastating double foot stomp onto Badstreet. “Hangman’s Favorite”. The impact was sickening and the way Badstreet’s body contorted was stuff seen in horror movies. Vanity landed on the outside, and began to stand up as Badstreet’s body slid from it’s position and onto the floor at Vanity’s feet. Nora had returned to hers and begun to enter the ring. Vanity followed suit. Nora is up to her feet, and turns around to meet Vanity’s right hand to her face. Nora staggered back after relentless strikes from Vanity. Vanity staggered Nora back enough so that she could turn around and sprint to the ropes. She comes back, full steam, right into a big thrust kick from Nora - right into her stomach. Vanity stopped dead in her tracks, dropping to her knees and holding her stomach. She got the wind knocked out of her, for sure. Nora violently grabbed Vanity by the air, locked her into position then hit a beautiful Northern Lights Suplex. Instead of bridging to pin, however, she back flipped back up to her feet and took a step back, before stepping forward and jumping up - hitting a big double foot stomp to Vanity’s midsection. A combination she calls, “Come Undone”. Nora dropped down and covered Vanity after successfully hitting the move. One.. Two.. Badstreet slides into the ring.. Three! Was just a second too late to break up the pin. WINNER: By pinfall - NORA C. BAUER! [10:42]

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INT. MAIN AREA — OFF SCREEN — CONTINUOUS

Backstage, in the main area, Rora Sky and former commentary and now one of Dirk Oswald’s interns Alyx Flash are laughing amongst each other.

ALYX FLASH: Damn though, I felt like an asshole – Never was one to make a first great impression, and taking you out with the door, must top the list for me.

RORA SKY: I fight for the Factory; a door is really nothing compared to the beatings I take out in the ring.

ALYX FLASH: True, but I still feel like an asshole. So, let me make up to you, after the show let me buy you a drink?

RORA SKY: I would love that.

ALYX FLASH: Great. It’s a date then!

Alyx smiles.

STIAN FOURNETTE: Hey Rora!

Stian Fournette walks through a crowd of people towards Rora and Alyx. He is dressed in his wrestling gear.

ALYX FLASH: Meet here at say 10 PM?

RORA SKY: Sounds like a plan.

ALYX FLASH: Awesome, I’ll see you soon.

Alyx Flash gives Rora arm a gentle squeeze as he gives her a little bow and then walks off just as Stian finally makes it too Rora.

STIAN FOURNETTE: Who was that?

RORA SKY: Oh, nobody really… Are you all ready for this match?

STIAN FOURNETTE: Readier than I’ll ever be.

Stian and Rora walk with each other as they head towards the tunnel which will take them out to the ring.

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INT. MAIN AREA — OFF SCREEN — CONTINUOUS

Dickie Watson opens the door from the parking lot, and steps into the main area. He has come alone tonight, as he walks into the area which is rather crowded. It doesn’t take him long to notice; that many who stand back there – Fighters and staff – are all watching him. He keeps his head down and proceeds on as he listens to the murmurs.

VOICE ONE: That’s Dirk’s golden boy.

VOICE TWO: That kid ain’t no fucking star.

VOICE THREE: Guy’s a loser.

VOICE FOUR: Shit, kid nearly got murder at Warzone.

VOICE FIVE: I can’t believe Dirk put him in the main event again.

Dickie bits his bottom lip as he continues onwards. Heading towards the locker room that had been assigned to him.

DIRK OSWALD: And there he is… The STAR! Of the factory.

Dickie stops in his tracks, as the entire room goes completely silent. Dickie looks up and standing in the middle of the main area room is none other than Dirk Oswald. Grin ear to ear. Dirk walks up and greets his star.

DIRK OSWALD: And how is my star doing tonight. Ready for your big match?

Dickie doesn’t respond, instead his focus is on all the people standing and watching them. Dirk notices this.

DIRK OSWALD: HEY! I don’t pay you to just stand there… get back to work!

Everybody that was standing and watching starts moving, returning to what they where previously doing. Dirk puts his arm around Dickie Watson shoulder and starts to lead him away, but Dickie shrugs Dirk’s arm away.

DIRK OSWALD: Don’t pay attention to them Dickie.

DICKIE WATSON: They are right, I’m not no fucking star man.

DIRK OSWALD: These people are all just jealous, don’t pay attention to them because you, are a star.

DICKIE WATSON: And how am I a star exactly? Last show, Declan—

DIRK OSWALD: You won.

DICKIE WATSON: I did win.

DIRK OSWALD: And that is all that matters Dickie. Ignore everybody, just go and get ready for the match.

Dickie just nods his head and walks off into the crowd towards his personal locker room. As one of Dirk’s intern, Alyx Flash walks up to Dirk. Dirk looks back noticing Alyx now.

DIRK OSWALD: Make sure O’Reilly isn’t a 100% tonight, understood. I want Dickie to win and have no doubts.

ALYX FLASH: Can do boss. Though, why him?

Dirk looks back towards where he had last seen Dickie, making sure Dickie is long gone by now.

DIRK OSWALD: I could care less about Dickie, kid is just some punk. It’s who he knows, who I have my eye’s set on. Incognito wants stars, and Dickie will get me my stars.

With that said, Dirk walks off.

MATCH: THE FLO BROS VS DECLAN HALE & STIAN FOURNETTE – STANDARD MATCH The unlikely team of Declan Hale and Stian Fournette come out first - separately - with Rora Sky accompanying Stian. Declan kneels in the corner while Stian and Rora talk over strategy. The home state and fan favorite duo of Thadd 2 Badd and Crosby Carter is out next being followed by Carsyn Carrabetta. They all climb into the ring and do their signature poses, much to the disdain of Declan in the corner. He watches them with a scowl - then explodes out of the corner, hitting Thadd from behind. The impact of the attack knocks Thadd forward and he collides into Crosby before they both spill to the canvas. Declan immediately continues the assault, kicking at Thadd as he begins to pick himself up - his feet wrapped from the glass cuts he sustained at the previous event. Stian watches all of this take place, but remains in his corner even when Crosby is back to his feet and clubs Declan in the back with forearms. Declan dropped to his knees. Thadd was back to his feet soon, joining in with his FloBro. Stian looked to Rora for approval before running in and joining in on the fray, helping his partner. The bell only now rings for the first time, but already this match was pure chaos. Declan eventually managed to push himself up to his feet as Thadd’s and Crosby’s attention was on Stian as he came in for the save. They’ve used their team experience to avoid his strikes and double kick him in the stomach before Thadd grabs Stian and lifts him for a belly-to-back suplex, but tossing him straight into the air for Crosby to catch with a neckbreaker on his way down! Crosby attempts to transition into a quick cover, but the referee can’t even get a one count in before Declan sprints across the ring and punt-kicks Crosby in the back as he’s bridged up. Crosby lets out a yell of pain. Thadd turns around just in time for Declan to grab him and feed him multiple forearm strikes. Declan left Thadd reeling, turned and sprinted to the ropes - he came back looking for a huge, stiff clothesline - but Thadd used his quickness to avoid the strike by ducking underneath it. Declan spun around and was quickly taken off of his feet with a jumping cutter by Thadd. Declan’s face was brought down hard into the mat and he rolled out of the ring afterword. Meanwhile, Crosby has positioned Stian in the corner, feeding him stiff kicks. Thadd calls out for Crosby, which is when he stopped and turned around. Motioning to the outside, Thadd stood by the ropes. Crosby took a running charge and dove through the middle and top ropes - crashing on Declan, sending both of them over and through the barrier, into the crowd that filled the Factory. Crosby kept Declan on the outside for a moment, mounting him and hammering punches onto his head, before turning and moving back into the ring. Stian and Thadd are now exchanging shots and, somehow, the former figure skater gets the upper hand using superior technique to avoid Thadd’s lunging advance. Stian landed a series of kicks to Thadd’s leg left. The shockwaves of the kicks no doubt going up his leg to his, still, rehabilitating hip. One, two, three kicks and Thadd is hurting. He can’t put weight on the leg, clearly favoring it. He takes his eye off of the ball for a second, and that’s when Stian drops him with a roundhouse kick that echoes through the arena. Thadd drops to the mat, but that was when Crosby entered the ring and took Stian down with a superkick. Crosby immediately checked on his bro, helping him up to his feet. From there the FloBros began to execute the double team. Thadd jumped up, hitting a jumping double foot stomp into Stian’s stomach. He sits up, holding his stomach in pain and that’s when Crosby executed a basement dropkick to his face. Thadd quickly moved into the cover. One.. Tw--- Stian powered out, but looked a little worse for wear. On the outside, Rora slapped her hands on the mat trying to cheer Stian up to his feet. But when Crosby turned and motioned for Carsyn to enter the ring, Rora’s cheering stopped. Carsyn entered the ring as Thadd and Crosby pulled Stian up to his feet. Carsyn executed a handstand, wrapping her feet around Stian’s head to keep him in place. Crosby and Thadd moved off to the sides, only to come back in at the same time - Double-Assisted-Superkick to Stian! Carsyn flipped back to her feet with a big smile, but it quickly vanished when Rora entered the ring and tackled her down. Rora mounted Carsyn, hitting her with a few punches before grabbing her arm and quickly moving into a cross armbar! Carsyn lets out shrill screams of pain, and almost immediately Thadd and Crosby grab a hold of Rora ripping her up and off of Carsyn. Stian was beginning to pull himself up to his feet with help from the ropes, and once there - he charges at the two who have a hold of Rora. They both side step his advances and watch him crash into the corner. With a smile on their faces they whip Rora into the corner, sandwiching Stian there. Carsyn, who was holding her arm, moved to the opposite corner and prepared herself. We saw this last week. She executed a move called the “Razzle Dazzle” which helped secure the FloBros a win. She began her exit out of the corner, cartwheeling out. And just before she began to backflip to continue the sequence, her head was nearly kicked off! “Detonation Kick” by Declan Hale who had slid into the ring, and quickly hopped up to his feet just in time to hit his patent Yakuza kick to Carsyn. Carsyn’s body goes limp. Thadd and Crosby look on, absolutely dumbfounded. Declan stands over Carsyn, a sadistic smile on his face, and that’s when both Thadd and Crosby rush out of the corner to attack him. Both hitting him with forearms and other strikes that make Declan drop to a knee. They both grab him up and throw him over the top rope. Declan’s hand wrap around the top rope, so he stops himself from falling all the way to the floor. But Crosby and Thadd double superkick Declan off of the apron. Crosby follows Declan out of the ring, and Thadd turns around to be greeted by Stian - who moved out of the corner. Stian grabbed Thadd in a Muay Thai clinch before proceeding to feed him heavy knee strikes to the face as he doubled Thadd over. After landing a few successfully, Stian threw Thadd to the ground before running to, and bouncing off of the ropes. Coming back to his opponent who was beginning to work himself up to his feet, Stian jumped into the air and hit a beautiful hurricane kick to Thadd’s skull. Stian rolled him over onto his back and covered him, One.. Two.. Th-- Thadd kicked out right before three. Stian looked up to Rora, motioning for her to go up to the ropes. --- On the outside of the ring during all of that, Crosby and Declan were trading strikes and throwing each other into various pieces of furniture. Steel posts, crowd barriers and tables set up in the Factory. Crosby would reach out and grab a steel chair, using it to smash across the skull of Declan. Declan dropped to the floor, beginning to bleed now. Crosby would take the take to set up four chairs, backs of them together sitting up this device with the spines of the chairs all aligned. But by doing this, Crosby allowed Declan to return to his feet. Crosby turned to Declan who struck him with a hard elbow that made the bad boy drop to the chairs, slinking down to sit on one. Declan turned and hopped onto the apron. Crosby pushed himself up to his feet then onto the apron as well. He and Declan began to trade strikes again, Declan getting the advantage due to his power. What would come next would usually be classified as murder. Declan turned Crosby around and underhooked his arms. He spun Crosby around and managed to lift him up in position for his finisher.. Then fell backward off of the apron and DROVE Crosby through the arrangement of chairs he set up with his finisher, “The Guillotine”!! The crowd erupted in “HOLY SHIT” “YOU SICK FUCK” and “R.I.P.” chants as Crosby and Declan lay within a wasteland of steel chairs. It would be Declan that began to move first, rolling onto his hands and knees and then reaching up to grab the apron to pull himself up. Once he was to his feet, he looked around - spotting the masked man who attacked him two weeks prior. “You motherfucker!” Declan shouted before beginning pursuit of the man who would vanish into the back of the building. Declan followed. --- Back inside of the ring, Rora climbed up to the top rope just as Stian asked her to do. Stian stood near the ropes with his back to Thadd. Assisting Rora, making sure she was okay. By the time Stian turned around though, Thadd had pushed himself up to his feet and ran at Stian, “Dude, It’s a Spear!”. Thadd almost cut Stian in half with that spear. Rora looked down, shocked. Thadd was back up to his feet, just as Rora jumped off of the ropes with a crossbody -- but Thadd caught her. He walked her over to the corner where he placed her, roughly, against the turnbuckles. Turning around to Stian again, Thadd moved over to him - lifted him up and positioned him for, “The Brotato Chip” which he nailed perfectly! Immediately he rolled into the cover. When Rora attempted to move out to break it up, Carsyn - who was somehow still alive, but still laid out on the floor, reached out and grabbed Rora’s foot - holding on for dear life. One.. Two.. Three! WINNER: By pinfall - THADD 2 BADD & CROSBY CARTER - THE FLOBROS! [23:14]

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INT. INCOGNITO'S OFFICE — OFF SCREEN — CONTINUOUS

Incognito stands in front of the window, watching the crowd down below from his office. The door behind him opens into his office, but he doesn’t budge; never looks back. As from where he stands, he can see the reflection of Anna Badstreet enter his office.

INCOGNITO: Tough loss my dear.

Anna Badstreet walks up to Incognito desk.

INCOGNITO: I was rooting for you but as the saying is said, tonight just wasn’t your night. Next time.

ANNA BADSTREET: I was notified by one of Dirk’s interns; that you had requested to meet with me.

INCOGNITO: Yes.

Incognito turns around and walks around his desk to where Anna Badstreet stands.

INCOGNITO: You are a remarkable woman, Miss Badstreet. By night, you are this gruesome fighter and by day, a lawyer. Two talents I admire; two talents I need.

Incognito turns one of the chairs in front of his desk around, and signals for Anna Badstreet to sit. She takes a seat as he turns the other chair to face her and takes a seat as well.

INCOGNITO: Dirk tells me, you have helped him with a few cases?

ANNA BADSTREET: A few yes.

INCOGNITO: And he’s told me that he had you investigate NYC for us?

ANNA BADSTREET: He asked for a professional opinion and gave me some document to look at. All which pointed to the same conclusion… If you want NYC, its just not something you could achieve overnight.

INCOGNITO: And here I thought, you just bought some land and opened shop. That easy.

ANNA BADSTREET: Nothing is that easy. Why have called me here?

INCOGNITO: Right to the point.

Incognito claps his hands together and stands up. He walks over to his personal bar.

INCOGNITO: A drink Miss Badstreet?

ANNA BADSTREET: No.

INCOGNITO: Suit yourself.

Incognito grabs an empty glass and a bottle and starts mixing a drink.

INCOGNITO: I’m a business man Miss Badstreet. It’s just not the Factory that I run, oh no. I have many businesses these days; I inherit many businesses from my father, but you know what is hard these days? Is to find people you trust. Dirk has dropped your name many times in our conversations over the last few weeks. He trusts you.

Incognito turns around.

INCOGNITO: So, tell me Miss Badstreet, can I trust you? And will you come work for me, not just as a fighter but as my lawyer?

Anna Badstreet stands up and the scene ends with her and Incognito watching each other.

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INT. PARKING LOT — OFF SCREEN — CONTINUOUS 

Desmond O’ Sullivan and Adriana Rivera stand outside in the parking lot. Desmond has his phone out as he watches Warzone live from a feed, as Adriana is looking around searching for something. She spots a group of fans outside smoking.

ADRIANA RIVERA: If they think I’m just going to stand out here and fucking wait, they are morons.

Desmond looks up from his phone.

DESMOND O’SULLIVAN: There is nothing we can do about it, they won’t let us inside.

Adriana shakes her head as Desmond returns his attention to this phone.

ADRIANA RIVERA: Fuck that.

Desmond looks up again, but notices that Adriana has started walking away from him.

DESMOND O’SULLIVAN: Hey! Where are you going?

ADRIANA RIVERA: Getting a ticket to the show.

DESMOND O’SULLIVAN: Wait!

Desmond drops his phone. It bounces and slides underneath a parked car. He drops down and reaches under the car and retrieves his phone. He stands back up and looks around and he can’t find Adriana. She had just vanished.

DESMOND O’SULLIVAN: Oh fuck. Adriana! Adriana!

Desmond closes the browser on his phone and opens his text message and quickly types a message to Jamie Quinn.

TEXT MESSAGE: I’ve lost Adriana.

He closes his phone and runs looking for Adriana.

MATCH: GRAHAM GOSCH VS JAMIE QUINN – GOSCH STYLE MATCH Jamie Quinn is out to the ring first, dressed for a traditional wrestling match and not so much a street fight that she’s used to. Next out is Graham Gosch, who wears a proud smile on his face - knowing that this is his element. Climbing into the ring, Graham takes to his corner and waits. An official, a proper official who had to specifically be brought in for this event, runs down the rules with Jamie before calling for the bell. The two move into one another and with a smile, Graham waves Jamie on. Jamie lunged forward and attempted a collar and elbow tie up with Graham, but he easily powers her around the ring. She puts on a struggle, but eventually ends up in the corner. The referee moves between them and separates them. Graham backs away, still motioning for Jamie to bring it. Jamie moves out of the corner quickly, lunging forward and - surprisingly for a street fighter - puts Graham into a side headlock, showing that she’s been doing some training for this Gosch Style encounter. Graham allows this for a second before grabbing her arms and powering her off of him, transitioning into an arm-ringer. Jamie drops and rolls through to counter, then is immediately up to snapmare Graham off of her. Jamie drops down for a chinlock, but Graham counters it right back into an arm-ringer. With her arm twisted, Graham moves his hands to her elevated hand, grabbing her fingers and… snap! Pulling them hard in opposite directions, definitely causing some damage to them. Jamie lets out a scream, holding her hand as she backs away. Graham stalks her, wrapping his arms around her waist - lifting her up and slamming her down to the mat stomach first with ease, falling ontop of her and immediately locking in a grounded headlock. Jamie grabs a hold of his arms and attempts to roll out of the headlock, but Graham rolls with her to keep it locked in. The referee is in perfect position to ask her if she wants to submit. She yells “NO!” and begins to struggle up to her feet. Graham allows her up, only to take her back down with a judo throw over his hip. He followed her down, the headlock still applied. He smiled as he wrenched back on it. He didn’t expect for her to throw her legs up and wrap them around his neck, pulling him down with a headscissors. He manages to maneuver himself out of the head scissors and immediately pushes himself up to his feet, and there he’s met by Jamie who grabs him in a headlock, whips him over and down the ground, and that’s when she moves herself behind him and locks in a rear chinlock - driving her knee into his spine and wrenching back on his chin. Graham, shocked at just how knowledgeable Jamie is, struggles for a few moments in this hold before managing to pry her hands apart from underneath his chin. Grabbing her arms and twisting his way back up to his feet, he brings a knee up into her stomach viciously. Jamie backed away, holding her stomach in pain -- but before Graham could lung forward, Dirk Oswald walked out into the arena with a microphone in hand. Him “ahem” ‘ing is what stopped both Graham and Jamie for the moment, but neither removed their eyes from one another. DIRK OSWALD “Can either of you feel the air in the Factory tonight? It’s…. Calm. Boring. So let’s put a spark back into it. Forget Gosch Style. Throw those rules out of the window. It’s back to Factory style.” Dirk only smiled before he left. Graham roared a loud, massive roar before sprinting toward Jamie with his arm extended for a big lariat. Jamie jumped up, hitting a big bicycle kick that she calls “86’ed” to his extended arm, which he immediately stopped in his tracks, doubled over and held the arm. Jamie waited until he stood up before she spun around, hitting him with a hard spinning backfast. He stood, on wobbly legs, while Jamie moved back into the corner after reaching into her boot. She climbed up to the middle rope, turned to face him, and jumped off with a diving crossbody - that Graham no sold. He allowed her to hit his chest, and then to fall to the mat. He shook his head at her attempt, before reaching down and grabbing her hair - ripping her back up to her feet. He placed a well timed kick to her stomach before setting her up and lifting her in powerbomb position. Once she was lifted, it was revealed what she pulled out of her boot. It was a pair of brass knux that she kept concealed. Now was the perfect time to use them, though. She slipped them onto her fingers before smashing them into Graham’s head. He immediately dropped her, and Jamie landed on her feet. Graham backed away, holding his head that had begun to bleed from the one strike. He would finally turn back to face her, which is when she ran forward to him .. jumping up and grabbing the back of his head, falling back and driving her knees into his chest; a modified version of the lungblower she calls the “6-OH-9”! Immediately once they hit the mat, she rolls him over to pin. One.. Two.. Three! WINNER: By pinfall - JAMIE QUINN! [15:55]

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INT. BACKSTAGE — OFF SCREEN — CONTINUOUS

Dirk Oswald stands backstage. He rubs his face with both his hands.

DIRK OSWALD: I told him to impress me, not bore me. Incognito… Oh Jesus, he’s not going be happy with that.

Dirk Oswald talks to himself, looking a little panic. His phone beeps in his pocket as Dirk mouths the words “Shit.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his phone. He stares at the screen, it’s just a black screen with no notifications. He sighs in relief, thinking he was just hearing things as his phone beeps again.

He clicks the home button on his phone and a text message appears on his screen from Incognito.

TEXT MESSAGE: WTF!!!!!

Dirk stares at the message long and hard, before replying.

TEXT MESSAGE [DIRK]: WTF?

TEXT MESSAGE [INCOGNITO]: WHAT THE FUCK YOU STUPID IDIOT WAS THAT SHIT!!!!

TEXT MESSAGE [DIRK]: Gosch Style.

TEXT MESSAGE [INCOGNITO]: NO SHIT!!!! Last I checked this is a hardcore fucking fed. Not some bore me to death wrestling show.

TEXT MESSAGE [DIRK]: It won’t happen again.

TEXT MESSAGE [INCOGNITO]: Damn right it won’t.

Dirk lets out a deep breath before putting his phone back into his pocket just as Thadd 2 Badd walks up. Hair not combed, but then he had just come from a match, but he is wearing a suit. Dirk looks at the factory fighter.

DIRK OSWALD: Well look at you, you do own a suit. I’m surprised. Who you steal that from?

THADD 2 BADD: It was—

DIRK OSWALD: I wasn’t looking for an answer. Get me as coffee I need to think.

THADD 2 BADD: What?

DIRK OSWALD: What you can’t hear? I said get me a fucking coffee I need to think!

Thadd 2 Badd clenched his fists but slowly unclenched them as he turned and walked over and grabbed a coffee pot off a table that had assorts snacks and drinks laid out on top. He poured the coffee into a cup.

THADD 2 BADD: Cream?

DIRK OSWALD: Yes.

Thadd smiled as he grabbed the cream and began pouring it in, as he adds his own mixture as well and started to spit in the coffee. He put the cream down and stir it good before handing the cup of coffee back to Dirk.

DIRK OSWALD: I need you to do something for me tonight.

THADD 2 BADD: Oh yeah and what’s that?

DIRK OSWALD: You know that dude, Graham.

THADD 2 BADD: Goschgay yeah.

Thadd smirked, as he watched Dirk Oswald take a long sip of his coffee.

DIRK OSWALD: Well I want you to take him out tonight.

The smirk fades.

THADD 2 BADD: Take him out, like kill him? Sorry dude, but fuck that. I’m a fighter not some hitman dude you can get bent man.

DIRK OSWALD: No! I don’t want you to kill him. I just need you to send a message; that’s all. Put him on the shelf for a few weeks.

THADD 2 BADD: Yeah, no dude. You wanna take him out, you do it yourself. Leave me out of that shit.

Thadd turns and starts walking away.

DIRK OSWALD: Remember Thaddeus, remember what I hold. You are going to do it Thadd. You don’t have a choice. Tell me Thadd, who signed it, who forged it. I know it wasn’t you… yeah that penmanship isn’t yours. So, whose is it? Is it Crosby, maybe Carsyn… a girlfriend or maybe just maybe it’s your little sis, what’s her name?

Thadd stops and says nothing. Dirk smiles as he walks up to Thadd and puts his hand on his shoulder.

DIRK OSWALD: Get it done.

Dirk walks off leaving Thadd alone.

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INT. ABANDON AREA — OFF SCREEN — CONTINUOUS

Declan Hale bursts through the plastic covering that lead to an abandon section of the Factory. Declan is fuming as he stands in the only way in and out of this section of the Factory.

DECLAN HALE: Where you at motherfucker!

Declan listens for movement, as the entire area is quiet.

DECLAN HALE: Nowhere to run now – SHOW YOURSELF!

Declan foot kicks a loose steel pipe on the ground. It rolls a foot in front of him. Declan reaches down and grabs the steel pipe and picks the weapon up. Declan holds the steel pipe like a baseball bat and swings it. He crumbles a barely standing wooden wall with the steel pipe.

DECLAN HALE: You picked the wrong fucker to fuck with.

Declan Hale goes quiet now and starts slowly walking. Eye’s scan the area like a hawk searching for its prey. Not far ahead, Declan hears a creek in the floor. A slightly sadistic smile forms on his face. He charges to where the noise came from and put his body through an old office window as he swings the pipe like a madman. He stops, the moment he realizes nobody is there.

Behind him, he hears another sound the sound of television turning on. Declan turns and see’s an area in the back, where a faint light appears. He walks over and enters through another plastic covering to where he spots a television set that is on.

Declan drops the pipe.

On the screen, is none other than Anastasia “Stassi” Chrysanthe Tomljanovic, Declan estranged wife. She is shopping and has no clue that she is being recorded. Declan steps towards the monitor, totally forgetting why he had come here in the first place.

Declan touches the screen, and you can see the rage building inside of him right before he takes a steel pipe to the back of his head. Declan collapses where he stands, as a pool of blood slowly begins to form around his head on the dirty floor of the factory.

The masked man – Not Incognito – stands over Declan Hale as he drops the steel pipe beside Declan. The television set turns off, as the masked man looks down on Declan and the entire scene goes black.

CUT TO:

INT. BACKSTAGE — OFF SCREEN — CONTINUOUS 

Jamie Quinn falls back onto the bench in the locker room. She takes a few deep breaths and wipes the blood off her face with a towel as she retrieves her cellphone from her bag. Jamie takes her phone out and sees she has 10 missed calls, and 10 text message all from Desmond. Jamie sits up in a panic and opens her phone.

Jamie drops her phone and runs out of the locker room. Her face has gone pale as she rushes down the corridor, heading towards the parking lot. She runs around the corner and almost wipes out as she comes face to face with Adriana Rivera at the door that leads to the parking lot.

JAMIE QUINN: You are okay?

Adriana Rivera smiles.

ADRIANA RIVERA: Of course, I am. Why wouldn’t I be?

Jamie Quinn wraps her arms around Adriana and giving her a kiss.

JAMIE QUINN: I don’t know, Desmond said he lost you, and I just… Well I thought. How did you get back here? I thought you where kicked out?

Adriana digs into her purse and pulls out a ticket.

ADRIANA RIVERA: They said we couldn’t be here because we didn’t have a ticket, so I went and got a ticket. Dumbasses.

JAMIE QUINN: I’m just so happy you are alright. I had thought the worse.

VOICE: Ahem.

Jamie and Adriana both turn to the voice, as Incognito walks into view.

INCOGNITO: Oh, did you think; that I stoop so low and kidnap her? Regardless of what you may think, I do have morals you know. She has no part in this, so why hurt her? Hurting her doesn’t get me what I want, now does it?

JAMIE QUINN: And how the fuck does jumping me get you what you want?

INCOGNITO: That was unfortunate my dear. See your friend, he owes me quite a bit of money. A debt that has been outstanding for a long time now and I’ll be honest, it isn’t about the money, because thanks to some greedy wrestling promoter that struck it rich; that couldn’t just be happy with what he had, end up losing it all to me. So, money—

JAMIE QUINN: So, then what the fuck is this? If you don’t really care about the money. Then why attack me, why tell me to tell Dez you are here to collect then.

Incognito claps his hands together.

INCOGNITO: I guess you could say the principal of it, or the fact because of him somebody close to me died. A man, who was like a second father to me. I hear that you Jamie, mean a lot to Desmond. He considers you like a little sister. Hurting you, hurt him and like I had to bury someone close to me. Eventually he will too. You. Which is unfortunate, but this is how the game goes.

JAMIE QUINN: Then why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance.

INCOGNITO: And what would be the fun in that?

The door to the parking lot swings open. Clay Burton and five men, covered in blood walk in.

INCOGNITO: Oh, I guess the meeting went well. I must bid you farewell my ladies and Jamie I will see you soon.

Incognito walks with his team of guards.

INCOGNITO: But until then, we are going to have a lot of fun. Me and you.

Adriana taps Jamie on the shoulder, as Jamie looks away from Incognito. Adriana points outside into the parking lot to where Desmond O’Sullivan lays in a bloody mess on the ground.

CUT TO:

INT. MEDICAL BAY — OFF SCREEN — CONTINUOUS

Backstage, Carsyn Carrabetta sat on a medical gurney as a doctor hired by the Factory shined a light into her eyes.

CARSYN CARRABETTA: I’m honestly okay, I feel fine.

The doctor turns off his mini flashlight and sticks it in his coat pocket.

FACTORY DOCTOR: She appears all good.

The doctor says turning to Dirk Oswald, who stands in the doorway of the medical center backstage. He pulls off his gloves and tosses them into the garbage bin as he walks over and washes his hands.

DIRK OSWALD: I just wanted to make sure Carsyn; that kick… I really don’t like that Hale character. A cheap shot artist if you ask me but do not worry, he will feel the consequences for his actions… who just abandons their tag team partner like that?

CARSYN CARRABETTA: It’s fine.

DIRK OSWALD: I know… I just worry sometimes, and I know, after we talked there on the phone and you told me about your parents and going to the doctors—

Carsyn gave Dirk a look.

DIRK OSWALD: Don’t worry, I haven’t told a single soul about what we talked about. I told you, what you said stays between me and you and I keep my promises.

CARSYN CARRABETTA: Thank you. I just need to figure this out on my own.

DIRK OSWALD: You don’t have to figure it out on your own, you have me. I can help you. I have a daughter you know that and to be honest you kinda of remind me of her.

CARSYN CARRABETTA: I didn’t know that. Are you close with your daughter?

DIRK OSWALD: Unfortunately, no. I’ve made many mistakes with her… pushed her away and she…

Dirk’s voice goes low.

DIRK OSWALD: Just doesn’t want me in her life anymore.

CARSYN CARRABETTA: I’m sorry to hear that.

DIRK OSWALD: We live and learn right. Here…

Dirk reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out an envelop he passes it too Carsyn.

DIRK OSWALD: Take this.

Carsyn takes the envelope and looks inside, it’s cash. Carsyn shakes her head and passes the envelop back too Dirk.

CARSYN CARRABETTA: I can’t take this.

Dirk raises his hands in protest, not taking the money back.

DIRK OSWALD: It’s yours. I know Incognito has this rule about not paying managers, only fighters but the way I look at it, if your going to go out there and put on a show shouldn’t you get paid as well? You’ve earned it, its yours.

Carsyn looks at the envelop.

CARSYN CARRABETTE: You sure.

DIRK OSWALD: Yes.

CARSYN CARRABETTA: Thank you, but I should probably go now. Carter’s probably wondering where I am.

DIRK OSWALD: Well you better get back to him.

Dirk smiles as Carsyn stands up from the gurney. She places the envelop into her pants, and then starts to walk out.

DIRK OSWALD: Remember Carsyn, no matter the time or day… I’m always a call away.

Carsyn nods and disappears out the door and down the corridor as Dirk watches her until she disappears.

FACTORY DOCTOR: I never knew you had a daughter.

Dirks smile vanishes.

DIRK OSWALD: I don’t, and you’d be wise to keep your mouth shut.

Dirk leaves the medical bay.

CUT TO:

INT. MAIN AREA — OFF SCREEN — CONTINUOUS

Both Stian Fournette and Rora Sky stand in the main area, both done with the night and both looking ready to leave the Factory.

STIAN FOURNETTE: He should never be allowed in a tag team match… Guy has no sense of how a team operates. It should have been you in my corner not Declan.

RORA SKY: No matter the outcome, you did well out there. You where put in a match that had you at the disadvantage from the beginning.

STIAN FOURNETTE: Thanks, and thanks for having my back out there… Should have been me and you, not me and Declan.

Before Rora can even reply, Alyx Flash walks into the picture.

ALYX FLASH: Hey Rora you ready to go?

STIAN FOURNETTE: Go?

RORA SKY: Just give me one minute I forgot my coat in the locker room, I’ll be right back.

Rora Sky runs off towards the locker room, leaving Alyx and Stian by themselves. There is an awkward silence between both men as they just stand there and watch Rora hurry off before Alyx Flash finally breaks the silence.

ALYX FLASH: Tough loss man.

STIAN FOURNETTE: Yeah. I don’t think I caught your name?

ALYX FLASH: Alyx, remember last show… I was the guy that took out Rora with the door.

STIAN FOURNETTE: That guy.

ALYX FLASH: Yeah. I’m taking her out on a date tonight, going for a drink at QXT’s. Make up for the door shot.

Rora turns around the corner as she pulls her Jacket on as she walks back towards Stian and Alyx. Alyx gives Stian a nudge with his elbow.

ALYX FLASH: Fuck she’s beautiful, isn’t she?

Alyx takes his eyes away from Rora, who still is a distance away as he looks at Stian.

ALYX FLASH: I’m going to fuck the shit out of this bitch tonight.

Stian looks to Alyx, who begins to walk away.

STIAN FOURNETTE: I—

FEMALE VOICE: There you are.

Stian takes a step towards Alyx, but he feels a hand on his arm, pulling on him. He stops and looks back and it is none other than his girlfriend Shiloh. Stian glances back as Alyx grabs Rora by the arm and leads her towards the parking lot.

SHILOH: Ready to go home?

Stian looks back at Shiloh.

STIAN FOURNETTE: How would you feel about grabbing a drink at QXT’S.

MATCH: DICKIE WATSON VS RYAN O'REILLY – STANDARD MATCH "Adrenaline" by The Dead Rabbits fades on the speakers, as Dickie Watson stands in the center of the ring alone. He adjusts his ring gear before testing out the ropes while he awaits as the music to Ryan O’Reilly replaces “Adrenaline” with "WE KNOW WHERE YOU FUCKING LIVE" By Marilyn Manson. Dickie watches the entrance, and as do the fans. Waiting on Ryan O’Reilly to show his face however nobody shows up. Nobody comes walking out from the backstage. Dickie looks confused as he begins searching the crowd, thinking that Ryan O’Reilly has chosen to come through the gather of fans. Maybe to surprise attack Dickie. Ryan O’Reilly doesn’t come through the crowd. Movement at the entrance, grabs every bodies attention as out from the back Ryan O’Reilly finally emerges. He stumbles on his feet, looking barely there as he nearly trips and falls a few times as he takes his time getting down to the ring. Ryan slides underneath the bottom rope, rather slowly. He grabs the ropes and uses them to pick himself up. RYAN O’REILLY: You. Are. Spyder. DICKIE WATSON: What the fuck are you talking about? Ryan O’Reilly swings at Dickie Watson, but Dickie just dodges the punch do to the sloppiness of the throw. It’s then that Dickie Watson, gets a good look at Ryan. Ryan is bleeding, and he looks to be fading fast. Dickie moves back, as Ryan O’Reilly continuous throws wild punch after wild punch as the bell sounds. DICKIE WATSON: Hey man, you aren’t looking to well. RYAN O’REILLY: I will kill you! Ryan catches Dickie Watson with a jab to the mouth as he drops to one knee. Dickie backs off for a second, holding his mouth before stepping into Ryan O’Reilly and pulling off a face breaker DDT. Dickie rolls backwards and springs to his feet as Ryan slowly pulls himself back to his feet. Dickie backs Ryan back with open hand chops to his chest before taking down O’Reilly with a wheelbarrow arm drag. Watson releases the arm of Ryan, and hurries back to his feet as Ryan follows Dickie. Ryan walks towards Dickie, almost dropping to his knees in his attempt. Dickie just shakes his head before walking into Ryan and connecting with DICKIE’S REVENGE! Dickie makes the cover… One! Two! THREE! The bell rings ending the match, as “Adrenaline” by the Dead Rabbits replays on the speakers as Dirk Oswald walks out and down to the ring. He enters the ring and grabs a hold of Dickie’s arms and raises it in the air. The crowd boo’s as Dickie pulls his hand away from Dirk Oswald and just leaves the ring. WINNER: By pinfal - DICKIE WATSON! [02:05]

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INT. PARKING LOT — OFF SCREEN — CONTINUOUS

Nora stands in the parking lot beside a rental car, she looks at the small watch on her wrist. The show was over, and she had planned to meet Graham Gosch outside after the show. To make the journey back to Boston together. She paces back and forth, taking glances at the door which led to the backstage area.

NORA BAUER: What is he doing?

She pulls a set of car keys from her pocket, unlocking the doors as she opens the door and tosses her gear into the back. Nora closes the door and takes another glance at her small watch before heading back into the Factory in search of Graham Gosch.

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INT. CORRIDOR — OFF SCREEN — CONTINUOUS

The factory is rather deserted backstage, being the show has ended. She walks down one of the many corridors, when she comes across an employee.

NORA BAUER: You.

The employee looks around; realizing that Nora is in fact talking to him as he is the only person in the area. He still points at himself though, just to make sure.

NORA BAUER: Yes, you. Have you seen Graham Gosch anywhere?

FACTORY WORKER: I seen him some time ago, heading to the locker room.

Nora nods her head, and heads towards the locker room; which is only at the end of this corridor.

NORA BAUER: Graham.

Nora calls out as she inches closer to the door, which is open just a crack. Her hand touches the open door, as she slowly pushes the door open into the locker room. Her jaw drops, her eyes go wide, and her skin goes pale.

Inside the locker room, it is trashed. As if a war had commenced inside the small room. Laying in the middle of the room, and not moving is none other than Graham Gosch. Nora rushes to his side, sliding on her knees as she grabs a hold of him.

NORA BAUER: HELP! Somebody HELP!

Two factory workers rush in as Nora Bauer holds Graham Gosch in her arms, rocking back and forth.