Livewire #1 | Sunday, September 11, 2016

Livewire #1 | Sunday, September 11, 2016 Sept 11, 2016 23:36:25 GMT Dick Devereaux, Jack Owyns, and 3 more like this

Post by Ernie Parker on Sept 11, 2016 23:36:25 GMT

FADE IN:

INT. RINGSIDE – THE HAMMERSTEIN BALLROOM – MANHATTAN CENTER – NEW YORK CITY – SEPTEMBER 11, 2016 – NIGHT.

The cameras begin rolling as a solitary spotlight hovers above the Livewire wrestling ring, shedding light upon a singular figure.

The figure is that of Amy Bardell, 15, brunette, wearing a white dress. She stands in front of a microphone, holding a piece of paper in front of her.

The crowd are silent, watching her as she performs a poem she wrote.

AMY BARDELL
Those twin towers
Standing tall with pride,
Fell with grieving hearts.
Stunned, America cried.
But we’re still standing.

The crowd cheer these sentiments, swelling with pride.

AMY BARDELL (Cont’d)
Bin Laden tried
To crush our land,
But we stood our ground
With our flag in hand.
And we’re still standing.

The ballroom gives birth to a second spotlight, this time pointing towards the staging. Every Livewire roster member stands silently, watching the young girl perform.

AMY BARDELL (Cont’d)
Red for valor
And the blood that fell.
White for purity
Our heroes tell.
Blue for the justice
That will be done,
Proving once more
These colors don’t run.
And we’re still standing.

She steps back from the microphone and the passionate New York audience erupt with emotions, applauding and respecting the anniversary of the September 11th tragedy.

“USA! USA! USA!” chants ripple through the crowd.

Ernie Parker and the roster applaud Amy, who beams with delight at having been given the opportunity to recite her poem to the audience.

FADE TRANSITION:

Now Playing: ‘Duality’ - Slipknot

--OPENING CREDITS MONTAGE SEQUENCE--
- Ash Scion delivering her Barry White Driver in an archived match.
- Cyrus Riddle unleashing a series of punches to an opponent.
- Trixie flaunting her assets to an eager audience.
- Candice Turner smiling in a promotional shot.
- Aidan Carlisle delivering her ‘Alpha Driver’ on an opponent.
- Declan Black executing a German Suplex.
- Dick Devereaux smashing a chair over an opponent’s head.
- Jill Lorder in a promotional shot.
- Jeremiah Greyson soaring through the air during a match.
- Van Quinn posing for the crowd.
- Kimitsu Zombie promotional shot.
- Zack Fantana leaping through the air with a springboard 450 splash.
- Ernie Parker promotional shot.
- The Official Livewire Logo.
--END OPENING CREDITS MONTAGE SEQUENCE--

CUT TO:

INT. THE COMMENTARY BOOTH – UPPER FLOOR – CONTINUOUS.

The cameras focus on JACK CHAPMAN and SABRINA HAMILTON, the official voices of EOW Livewire. They’re nestled safely in the bosoms of the sound booth, where they’ll call tonight’s action.

JACK CHAPMAN
Tonight is the night! Can you
feel it? Welcome to Livewire,
the inaugural EOW event! We are
live from the Manhattan Center
in the heart of New York City on
an historic day and partner, we’re
ready to make some history of our
own here tonight.

SABRINA HAMILTON
No doubt about it, man! Shout out
to Amy Bardell who opened the show
here with a really great poem she
wrote to commemorate the anniversary
of 9/11.

JACK CHAPMAN
Absolutely. Amy lost her father in
the tragedy while her mother was
pregnant with her, so it was a very
moving and emotional performance from
her and we thank her for it.

Sabrina clutches her ear and winces a little, trying to listen to her earpiece.

SABRINA HAMILTON
Are you hearing this, man?

Chapman nods.

JACK CHAPMAN
Folks, we’re being told that we’ve
got some footage from earlier today
to show. We’re about to roll that now.
What’s this all about?

CUT TO:

INT. MEET & GREET – MANHATTAN CENTER – SEPTEMBER 11, 2016 – EARLIER TODAY.

CANDICE TURNER sits behind a table, signing pictures of herself and other merchandise for fans who may be interested. She’s also taking photographs and speaking with them, as part of the standard meet and greet protocol.

The perky blonde smiles and takes a selfie with some New Yorkers, happy to oblige them in any way she can.

At the front of the queue, waiting to be seen, stands a fairly small man, greasy hair, unkempt beard, drab grey clothing. He has an unsettling expression on his face – one of intensity.

He approaches once the fans beside Candice leave her. He’s holding an autograph book.

FAN
Can you sign this for me,
please?

Turner avoids judging the oddity in front of her, electing instead to smile and nod.

CANDICE
Of course! What’s your name?

Silence. The fan just stares at her as she looks down at the pad.

CANDICE
Hmm?

She lifts her head up and makes eye contact with the man. His facial expression is unsettling her a little.

CANDICE
(cautiously)
Who shall I make this
out to?

The fan begins to laugh at her; a spasmodic, cackling laugh. The security team that flank the tables intervene, approaching the man quickly.

GUARD
Alright, sir – time to go.

They ask him to leave, pointing towards the exit to show him the way. He stands still, however, glaring over their shoulders and straight into the eyes of Candice Turner.

FAN
You’re not safe, you know.
We’re coming for you.

Candice looks a little concerned but downplays the incident, looking away from his direction and avoiding any eye contact.

FAN
(Shouting)
Accept it, Candice!

At this point the security team have decided to physically remove the fan, dragging him towards the exit with precision. The P.R executive steps forward and addresses the waiting crowd.

P.R EXEC
Ladies and Gentlemen, we’ll
have to wrap it up for the
time being. Thank you for
your patience in waiting.

Candice leaves her seat and makes a swift exit, accompanied by a guard for safety.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Wow, I’m not sure what to
say to that. I hope Candice
is okay.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
That’s just creepy. It’s never
fun to have a weird fan like that.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Well, folks, on behalf of everyone
on Livewire, we’d like to apologize
to those fans who were unable to meet
with Candice Turner as a result of
the incident. As I’m sure you understand,
the safety of our performers comes first.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
I can’t even talk about that anymore,
it gives me the creeps. Move along,
move along!

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Indeed! Well moving along is
exactly what we’re about to do,
because up next is the first of
five qualifying matches to determine
the finalists in this Championship
tournament. Let’s send it to ringside
where we’ll have more!

CUT TO:

INT. VIDEO PACKAGE – LETHAL LOTTERY DRAW AND TALE OF THE TAPE – CONTINUOUS.

The cameras focus on the large, LED projector screen atop the stage entrance as a video package plays, featuring all ten participants in tonight’s Lethal Lottery tournament. It scrolls through each fighter at a rapid pace, catching the attention of the audience.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Now, what you’re seeing here
ladies and gentlemen is tonight’s
randomizer – the official method
for selecting the participants in
each of the qualifiers. It scrolls
through all of the entrants and
stops at one, totally at random.
It will select two fighters and
they will compete to advance to
tonight’s Championship main event.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
I can’t wait to find out who’s
first! The pressure will definitely
be on them.

The randomizer shuffles through each of the fighters for several seconds, accompanied by a scrolling sound effect, similar to the noise a roulette wheel makes.

And then it stops. On KIMITSU ZOMBIE.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Little Yokai! Step on up, girl!

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Kimitsu Zombie is up first!
For those at home, let’s take
a look at the break down!

The randomizer kicks into action again, shuffling the proverbial deck. Nine fighters remain.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Kimitsu is one of the most
inexperienced fighters in
this tournament, so you have
to wonder how going first will
affect her.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
It depends on how she chooses to
look at this. Some could see this
as an opportunity to get it out of
the way early and enjoy a longer
recovery time than anyone else.

The scrolling stops on the face of ASH SCION. The crowd erupt for their hometown girl.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Oh my! Listen to these fans here
in New York City! They’re about
to welcome one of their own to
the ring.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Man! You talk about having a
longer rest than anyone else –
Scion is one chick who doesn’t
need prolonged respite. If she
can get through Kimitsu Zombie
here, she’s got to be favourite.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
There’s definitely a case that
can be made for her, ‘Rina – no
doubt. Let’s take a look at the
red head’s break down.

‘Tattoo Ari’ by Number Girl plays out through the sound system, as Kimitsu Zombie makes her way out onto the stage.

CUT TO:

INT. RINGSIDE – KIMITSU ZOMBIE VERSUS ASH SCION – LETHAL LOTTERY TOURNAMENT QUALIFYING MATCH #1 – MOMENTS LATER.

The bell sounds and both women begin circling each other, while the capacity crowd in New York applaud them. This is the first ever match in EOW and Livewire history; a reality not lost on the audience.

Scion and Zombie exchange nods, before coming together in a test of strength. It only lasts a few seconds, as Scion grapples around Kimitsu and gets behind her. Zombie is quick to act, however, and delivers a front headlock take down, flipping Scion over her shoulder. The red-head lands on her back side and exposes herself to another head lock. Rather than succumb to it, Scion counters with quick movement, sliding out of the hold and grabbing the left arm of Kimitsu Zombie, twisting it mercilessly.

Zombie winces as Ash applies pressure to the twist, but ‘Little Yokai’ evades the hold with a wonderful front flip, taking Scion by surprise. Before Ash can re-apply the pressure, Zombie takes her down with a hip toss, locking the wrist of the former IWA Internet Champion. Scion groans a little but shows her wrestling pedigree with a backwards roll, freeing herself from the wrist lock.

The two women stare each other down, knowing that their styles are so similar. The crowd applaud the quick back and forth.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – KIMITSU ZOMBIE VERSUS ASH SCION – MOMENTS LATER.

Kimitsu Zombie has Ash Scion in a headlock; a move she’s really making the most of, thanks to her firm grip and wringing motion on Scion’s neck. The red head uses her weight to pull both of them into the ropes, before rebounding off them in a counter attempt, but it’s ineffective. Zombie doesn’t relinquish the grip, instead sliding down on her knees to stop the Whip attempt.

Scion manages to get to her feet, although the side headlock is still firmly applied by Zombie. Ash throws a few kidney punches to the side of Kimitsu in a bid to free herself and, although the strikes evoke screams of pain from Little Yokai, she refuses to release. Instead, she twists her body in a rapid jerking motion, executing a side headlock takedown.

The audience get behind Scion, willing her on to escape the hold, and for a moment it looks to be working, as Ash uses all her strength to haul Zombie up into a schoolboy-esque pin attempt.

ONE!

Zombie releases the grip instantly and gets back to a vertical base. Scion follows, almost immediately, but she’s taken back down to the canvas with a shoulder tackle.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – KIMITSU ZOMBIE VERSUS ASH SCION – MOMENTS LATER.

Kimitsu Zombie has Ash Scion in a front face lock, before hooking one of her arms in a suplex attempt. Scion, however, wraps her foot around the calf of Kimitsu, blocking the attempt. Zombie tries again, but Scion repeats the block, refusing to be the victim of any suplex for the time being. Little Yokai roars and knees the red head in the gut, before trying again. This time she hoists Scion in to the air, but Ash counters and lands on her feet behind Zombie.

Scion wraps her arms around the waist of her foe, looking to mount some offense here. Kimitsu fires a back elbow that connects to Scion’s jaw and forces her to release the waist grip. With the red head reeling, Zombie runs the ropes and rebounds back towards Scion, only to be met with a vicious dropkick to the knee! The audience love the quick movement of their girl, as Kimitsu hits the canvas clutching her leg in agony.

Ash grabs Zombie up by the hair and eats a forearm for her efforts. While it definitely rocks Scion, it doesn’t deter her. She fires back with a forearm of her own; a shot that looks much stronger than her opponents’. Kimitsu is dazed, while Scion delivers a second forearm, and a third, and a forth! Zombie tries to fire back in retaliation, but Scion ducks it wonderfully, before unleashing rapid fire strikes to the body of Little Yokai. The crowd cheer the sheer speed and ferocity of the strikes, which Ash completes with a kick to the gut.

Zombie falls to her backside, wincing in agony from the force of the strikes. It leaves her open to more punishment though, as Scion swings her leg towards the chest of Kimitsu. The sound of the connection is unreal, as the red head literally punts her foe in the heart.

Scion makes the cover. ONE! TWO! THR – NO! Zombie kicks out!

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – KIMITSU ZOMBIE VERSUS ASH SCION – MOMENTS LATER.

Scion whips Zombie into the corner of the ring, before charging towards her. However, Kimitsu lifts both feet and counters with a front kick, sending Ash back several steps. Zombie screams and bursts forth from the corner towards her opponent, but Scion catches her and executes an unbelievable exploder suplex!

The crowd applaud the speed and delivery of the move, as Zombie rolls out of the ring to try and buy some recovery time. Referee James Cortez hounds her, though; urging her back into the ring.

Zombie reluctantly returns to the ring, climbing through the ropes. Scion stalks her, before delivering an incredible step-off Axe Kick, a move she calls ‘Kill the Switch’. Kimitsu Zombie’s body goes limp as she lands on the mat, prompting Scion to go for the cover.

ONE! TWO! THR- NO! The referee stops counting when he spots Kimitsu’s foot on the bottom rope.

Scion looks a little annoyed with herself for making the attempt so close to the ropes, but doesn’t dwell on it.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – KIMITSU ZOMBIE VERSUS ASH SCION – MOMENTS LATER.

Both women are grappling in the centre of the ring, with Scion booting Zombie in the gut before slipping her head between her legs. The crowd stand in anticipation for the IDC-2K15, Scion’s version of the Barry White Driver. However, Kimitsu writhes free of it after putting up some resistance.

Zombie crawls under Scion’s legs and nips up quickly from behind her, only to push her forcefully towards the ropes. Scion rebounds off them and returns, running directly into Little Yokai’s Zombie Flip standing Frankensteiner!

Ash is turned inside out and, in an instant, the course of this match has changed direction. Kimitsu covers the hometown girl, much to the concern of the audience.

ONE! TWO! THR-NO! Incredibly, Ash Scion kicks out and stays in the tournament!

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – KIMITSU ZOMBIE VERSUS ASH SCION – FINAL MOMENTS.

Kimitsu Zombie ascends the top rope, as Ash Scion is flat on her back a few feet away. The audience look like they fear the worst for their girl, as Little Yokai points down at her, signaling her intent to hurt. Zombie leaps forth, but Scion rolls out of the way, towards the corner she leapt from. Kimitsu spots this and lands on her feet, before turning back towards Ash.

The red head ducks a clothesline attempt, before issuing a stunning snap German suplex, driving Kimitsu Zombie into the mat. The sheer force actually leads Zombie into a backwards roll, back onto her feet – although she’s disorientated.

Scion grabs her, positions her…

IDC-2K15! Scion’s Barry White Driver turns Kimitsu Zombie’s lights out! She goes for the pin, as the audience count along with James Cortez.

ONE! TWO! THREE!

The hinges are just about keeping the roof on the Hammerstein Ballroom, as Ash Scion scores a hard fought victory. The bell sounds and ‘Don’t Mess With Me’ by Brody Dalle follows it.

ANGEL SANTOS
Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner
by pin fall… Ash SCION!

The red head has her arm raised in victory, but looks like she had to bust her gut to earn it. Kimitsu Zombie clutches her neck and rib cage on the outside, having rolled out of the ring.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
What a terrific first match here
on Livewire! I don’t envy the men
or women who have to follow that!

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Talk about setting the bar, Jack.
Scion and Zombie just left it all
in that ring. What a fight!

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Superb effort by both these women,
but it’s Ash Scion who advances to
tonight’s main event. Listen to this
crowd! They’re elated.

CUT TO:

INT. BACKSTAGE AREA – CONTINUOUS.

The cameras catch up with JILL LORDER, who for some reason is moving hastily, looking for something or someone in particular.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
There’s Jill Lorder. She’s one
of the signings whose deal went
through a little after the
tournament was announced, so she’s
not going to be in action until
the next show.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Yeah but you can bet your sweet
ass she’ll be checking out the
competi… wait, is that steel
drums I hear?

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
It sounds like it.

As suspected, the sound of steel drums can be heard in the distance; the sound of which lures Jill in, for curiosity’s sake if nothing else.

She reaches the source of the sounds and looks totally taken aback by it all.

It’s ERNIE PARKER. The Livewire GM dons a grass skirt and a coconut bra, along with a Hawaiian lai. He’s a veritable miss-mash of racially questionable stereotypes.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Oh dear Lord…

Jill stops in her tracks, lost for words. Ernie, on the other hand, is full of enthusiasm when he sees her. He extends his arms in a welcoming fashion.

ERNIE PARKER
Ah, Jill! There you are, my
darling! Welcome! Welcome!

He approaches her with an awkward hug, before handing her a lai. She’s unsure on how to respond.

JILL LORDER
Yeah… Uhh… You wanted to see me?

ERNIE PARKER
Indeed I did, my little rasta!
You’re just in time for the contest.

He points in the direction of the impromptu staging he’s arranged. Sand pits, steel drums being played by hired professionals, a limbo stick, beach hut bar complete with rum cocktails and excessive lighting to heat the area up.

JILL LORDER
What is all this?

ERNIE PARKER
It’s Twerk-a-mania.

JILL LORDER
(Perplexed)
Twerk-a-what-now?

ERNIE PARKER
Twerk-a-mania, my darling.

Beat.

JILL LORDER
Yeah, nah, I’m kinda gonna need
some context.

Parker ushers her over to the set and points at it again like it’s a prize on a gameshow.

ERNIE PARKER
See, I felt bad about not being
able to squeeze you in to the
Lethal Lottery Championship Tournament
tonight, so I thought about ways to
make you feel as welcome as possible.
Then it hit me, like a… oh what do
you people call it? Ah, yes.
A tonder clap!

JILL LORDER
(Cocked brow)
A tonder clap?

Parker is overcome with enthusiasm.

ERNIE PARKER
That’s the one! I figured we could
make you feel at home with some
drinking and dancing and some cool
Caribbean music. Of course, you can’t
have all this without a twerking
contest! And so Twerk-a-mania was
born. Now, I hope you’ve limbered
up because I. Am. Ready!

Jill Lorder looks flabbergasted at the notion of Ernie Parker even attempting a twerk.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
This is the whitest fail I have
ever seen and I’m pretty white.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Human Resources are going to be
all over us after this.

ERNIE PARKER
(To barman)
Rudeboy, play my riddem.

Jill Lorder holds her own face, presumably wishing she could rip her own skin off and eat it. The barman turns on the sound system and begins to play some old school dancehall music.

Now Playing: ‘Bad Man a Roll’ - Bounty Killer

Ernie Parker begins twerking, but it looks like he’s having a seizure. Everyone in the vicinity look horrified by the attempt and the barman begins to laugh at him with the steel drummers.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
My eyes might be bleeding.

Jill Lorder spots the ridicule and doesn’t like it. Rather than watch it, she decides to take matters into her own hands by joining Parker. Lorder’s twerks are much better, as you’d expect, and suddenly the laughter stops.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
There we go! That’s more
like it.

Ernie stops what he’s doing and admires Jill Lorder in all her twerking glory, as she loses herself in the music a little.

VAN QUINN enters the fray and stops, hypnotized by the gyrations of Lorder’s backside. He nudges Ernie.

VAN QUINN
(Staring at Jill)
What’s the deal here?

ERNIE PARKER
(Also staring at Jill)
We’re having a party.

Van nods and rubs his hands together, before approaching Lorder and spanking her ass – hard. In an instant, the music stops. Jill herself stops. Everything stops, apart from Quinn, who dances a little.

VAN QUINN
Yeah, girl! Let’s get it!

Lorder glares at Van Quinn, creating a palpable tension. The silence in the area slows Van’s dancing to a gradual halt. He shakes his head, a little embarrassed.

VAN QUINN
No?

SMACK!

Lorder unleashes a blistering slap to his face, before storming off. Ernie looks concerned and shouts out to her.

ERNIE PARKER
(Shouting)
Jill! Wait! Come back! You won
Twerk-a-mania!

She’s long gone and the General Manager is not impressed. He scowls at Van Quinn, who cradles his red raw face.

ERNIE PARKER
You bomboclat!

The barman and steel drummers laugh among themselves at Van Quinn; mockery that doesn’t go unnoticed. The former footballer turns to them with aggression.

VAN QUINN
You think that’s funny? Huh?

Varsity Van erupts, unleashing his fury around the set. He pushes the steel drums over, assaults the barman and the drummers, throws the CD player against the wall and tears apart the makeshift beach hut bar.

ERNIE PARKER
(Furious)
What the bloody hell do you
think you’re doing?!

The ex-footballer marches towards him and scowls.

VAN QUINN
Your party sucks!

With that, he heads off in the opposite direction to Lorder, leaving Parker furious.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Wow, that escalated quickly!

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
I’m still in love with Jill
Lorder after watching her twerk.
She’s just turned me.

CUT TO:

INT. TRIXIE'S LOCKER ROOM - BACKSTAGE - CONTINUOUS

Backstage in the EOW Livewire locker room, we find Trixie brushing her blonde hair with her black brush.

TRIXIE
88...89...90

She focuses on her own reflection in her makeup mirror and making sure to keep count and brush it thoroughly. Transfixed on her appearance, she’s oblivious to the sounds of footsteps in the locker room, approaching her as she has her back to the entrance.

??
You keep brushing so much,
you'll end up like me, love.

From behind her, Cyrus Riddle walks up, a sly smirk affixed to his face as stands behind her, watching her as the brush smoothly flowed through her blonde hair.

CYRUS RIDDLE
Good to see you.

Trixie turns her head just to see Cyrus, finishing her remaining 10 strokes she needs and plops the brush down on the bench beside her. She has a huge expression of excitement clear on her face, smiling and jaw-dropped at the same time.

TRIXIE
Cy! Good to see you too!
You came to see me?

Cyrus shrugs a bit, nodding.

CYRUS RIDDLE
Of course I did, and I want to
thank you first and foremost.
You put the idea in my head to
come here. Seemed like an offer
I couldn't refuse.

Trixie blushes modestly and gives him her full attention by turning around to face him. She shows him her ring gear to him from the front.

TRIXIE
You are so welcome, sweetie. It is
great to have you here as well. Did
you do your Post Contract Signing
photo too?

CYRUS RIDDLE
I did, yes. At this point, I'm spent on
photo sessions. I've done far too many.
Then again, I'm sure you have your fair
share of photo offers...I mean, look at
you.

With the raise of a brow, he looks Trixie up and down, smiling.

TRIXIE
I do have a few offers here and
there. I was a bunny in my one.

Trixie flashes him a smile and stands up to brush herself down of any stray hairs, looking down to make sure she’s flawless. She looks back up to him afterwards

TRIXIE
You think I’m quite photogenic?

As she asks, she does a small twirl on her toes to strike a small pose as if he was a photographer. Cyrus looks as though he is sizing her up, with his hand running along the light accumulation of facial hair on his cheeks and chin.

CYRUS RIDDLE
There's no aspect of you that isn't
photogenic, my dear. It's a complete,
model package. I may have seen a few
photos…

He smirks again, with a feigned innocence on his face. Trixie gives him a light giggle as she looks herself over with a smile that says ‘I agree’

TRIXIE
Oh, I know you’ve liked a few of my
photos. Did you by any chance see
the bunny one? Because I’m a little
bouncing bunny, a new nickname I
kinda got from Ernie.

Cy laughs, but nods.

CYRUS RIDDLE
Oh yes, I've seen that one as well.
But, where does the “bouncy” in
bouncy bunny come from?

Trixie smiles and begins to jump on the spot as if she was jumping rope as her body goes up and down with her.

TRIXIE
I think it’s because he had me do a
lot of skipping rope in training, for
stamina training.

Trixie smiles innocently to Cyrus, not fully aware of her body swaying with her jumps. Meanwhile, after a subtle lick of his lips and a self-restrained want to laugh, Cyrus looks to Trixie with a head shake.

CYRUS RIDDLE
That cheeky old bastard. You are
indeed bouncy, and I can see why
he'd find it encouraging to require
you train that way.

Trixie stops her jumping having proved her name and brushes her hair back with her hand.

TRIXIE
You do? He picked me because
he saw A LOT of potential in me.

CYRUS RIDDLE
Did he happen to specify what kind of potential?

She thinks to herself for a moment, searching her memory.

TRIXIE
Um, he thought I was just perfect,
fit tobe a champion and very, very
pretty. Which is lovely since hi
nickname is ‘Pretty Boy’

CRYUS RIDDLE
Yeah, but he's also an old timer with
a raging hard on more than likely.
Not everyone can live up to a
nickname like I can.

TRIXIE
Well I live up to my bunny name,
but what’s your nickname Cy?
I didn’t know you had one.

CYRUS RIDDLE
I have many. The Impaler, the King
of Clunge, Master of Minge, Shaman
of Shag, The Archetype, the Pharaoh
of Fanny. There are more, but you get
the overall idea, yeah?

A smile forms on Riddle’s face, with an unspoken charm being projected. Trixie does clock his nicknames meaning after he lists a few with a stunned face but a half, cheeky smile.

TRIXIE
Wow, so you must be the real ladies’
man Cy. King, Master, Shaman, you
must be quite skilled in the bedroom
with names like that.

CYRUS RIDDLE
Well, I take pride in it. I've built quite
the reputation for myself. Whether
that's negative or positive is a matter
of perspective.

TRIXIE
Yes, it is all a matter of perspective.
Though it is all talk too. I proved I was
bouncy…

She leaves the rest open to his interpretation but bats her eyes towards him, very intrigued by the reputation and whether or not it was all a facade. Trixie does a quick check of her nails. Cyrus tilts his head slightly and looks as though he were challenged.

CYRUS RIDDLE
Proof...sounds like you're after
the experience for yourself, bouncy.

He looks into Trixie’s eyes while also reading her body language, somewhat impressed by the subtlety of her implication. Trixie gives him a confident smirk back, maintains eye contact with him staring into his green eyes with her hazel brown eyes .

TRIXIE
Let’s just say I do know something
about how to please a man.

CYRUS RIDDLE
I'd imagine so, given how well
equipped you are, love.

Cyrus winks at her, a silent chuckle follows. She gives a little look down to the left with a sultry look back up at him through her lashes.

TRIXIE
Are you checking me out, Cy?
I hope this isn’t all a game to
make me lose tonight, is it?

CYRUS RIDDLE
I've been checking, and I don't
play games when it comes to that.

Trixie gives him a little giggle, happy he’s not messing around and adoring his attention.

TRIXIE
Well, if you scratch my back and
say help me in the battle royal, keep
me safe and make sure I get into the
final 3, maybe I can find out if those
names of yours are legit.

Trixie tilts her head just slightly to rub her neck softly, hoping to secure herself a bodyguard for the important match. Cyrus returns her tilt with a contemplative look.

CYRUS RIDDLE
I'll do what I can, I don't foresee that
being a problem. However, in return,
I expect the same level of vigilance in
watching my back. I never enter into
agreements without mutual understanding.

TRIXIE
Oh, of course, Cy. You have my
word. I’ll make sure you’re safe
too.

Trixie offers her hand to shake, to seal the deal. Cyrus takes her hand, but instead, he leans in and gives her a kiss on the cheek, smirking with intent before backing away slowly out of the picture, leaving Trixie there with the focus of the camera.

TRIXIE
Perfect.

CUT TO:

INT. VIDEO PACKAGE – LETHAL LOTTERY DRAW WITH TALE OF THE TAPES – CONTINUOUS.

The large LED projector screen begins to shuffle the deck, with eight participants still to be drawn at random. The audience watch on with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the next selection.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Here we go again, folks! The randomizer
is rolling and it’s about to spit out
the next fighter.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
This is amazing! I love how exciting
this makes things. I say every Livewire
show should draw opponents like this.

The graphics slow to a halt, landing directly on DICK DEVEREAUX. His bald head glistens on screen, evoking a chorus of boos from the crowd.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
It’s Dick’s head!

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Careful how you say that, partner.
Dick Devereaux is the next participant
in tonight’s qualifying fights.
Let’s take a look at his credentials.

The screen begins shuffling through all the participants again, as it selects his opponent.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
If you’re Devereaux right now, who
are you hoping gets drawn next?

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
I don’t think he’ll care, man.
As the break down says, he’s an
all-rounder. I think he’ll
welcome anyone.

Eventually the shuffling draws to a stop, landing on VAN QUINN. More jeers ensue from the audience, as two heat-magnets are set to collide.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
It’s Varsity Van!

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Score! At least this fight will
be more enjoyable to watch now.
The guy is a total babe.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Unfortunately for the rookie, this
isn’t a beauty contest. Here’s the
break down for those of you watching
at home.

Before either opponent can emerge from backstage, ‘Boys are Back in Town’ by Thin Lizzy blares through the sound system, signaling the arrival of ERNIE PARKER.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
This guy, I swear. He’s probably
confused and thinks he was drawn.
The pit falls of having a senile
old fuck running the show.

Parker wields a microphone while pacing the stage and addresses the audience, who give him a great reception.

ERNIE PARKER
Ladies and Gentlemen, you’re about
to be entertained by Dick Devereaux
and Van Quinn, but just before that
happens, I’m here to inform you all
of a change to the proceedings.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
A change?

Parker pauses for a moment, holding the moderate suspense.

ERNIE PARKER
Given earlier events, I’m
officially changing this fight
to a no disqualification match.
Nobody ruins my Twerk-a-Mania
contest without repercussions.
Thank you, enjoy.

With that, the General Manager turns and heads backstage, having pleased this hostile crowd with promises of no disqualification action.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
No DQ! That’s gotta favour Devereaux.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
I’d say that’s exactly the point,
partner. Parker obviously isn’t
happy with Van Quinn’s behaviour
towards Jill Lorder earlier tonight.
Don’t cross the boss, huh?

‘Everyone Bleeds Now’ by Hatebreed reverberates through the Hammerstein Ballroom, as Dick Devereaux makes his way out to the ring.

CUT TO:

INT. RINGSIDE – DICK DEVEREAUX VERSUS VAN QUINN – LETHAL LOTTERY TOURNAMENT QUALIFYING MATCH #2 – MOMENTS LATER.

The bell sounds and this match gets underway. Both men come together in the middle of the ring and Dick Devereaux strikes first with a stiff boot to the gut of the ex-footballer. It’s a firm welcome to wrestling for Quinn, who backs off a little. Dick throws a huge right hand that connects with the big skull of Van Quinn, taking him into the corner of the ring. Devereaux fires two more punches to the face of his rookie foe, leaving him reeling, before grabbing Quinn’s wrist and whipping him across the ring.

Van Quinn has the strength to counter it, however, and reverses, so that it’s Dick who goes crashing into the turnbuckles across the ring in the opposite corner. The former footballer charges towards his opponent and connects with a thunderous body splash; the kind with enough impact to wind Devereaux. ‘Varsity’ follows that up with another Irish Whip, sending Dick back to the corner they occupied just moments earlier. Devereaux crashes into the turnbuckle pads and gets squashed between them and another brutal body splash, as Van Quinn charges and connects.

The force of the collision is enough to bring Dick out of the corner, stumbling on unsteady feet. Van grabs his opponent by the scruff of the neck and tosses him through the ropes like a pig skin, subjecting Devereaux to a nasty bump at the foot of the ramp.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – DICK DEVEREAUX VERSUS VAN QUINN – MOMENTS LATER.

Both men are trading blows on the outside; a back-and-forth that’s only stopped by Quinn, who drives a knee into the gut of Dick Devereaux. The bald brawler doubles over, leaving him ripe for the picking. Van Quinn attempts to whip him into the ring steps, but Devereaux counters, sending the former footballer crashing recklessly into the steel instead. The crunching sound of bone on steel echoes through the Hammerstein Ballroom.

Devereaux wears a sinister grin, as he heads for the ring apron and lifts the cloth away, exposing the underbelly of the squared circle. He reaches under and retrieves various hardcore items, tossing a trash can and lid into the ring, followed by a second trash can, a stop sign and a disabled bathroom sign.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – DICK DEVEREAUX VERSUS VAN QUINN – MOMENTS LATER.

Van Quinn is looking a little groggy inside the ring, while Devereaux grabs a red fire extinguisher from the outside before returning to the squared circle. He aims the extinguisher as ‘Varsity’ scoops a stop sign up and turns towards him.

CRACK!

Before Dick can spray his foamy load into the face of Van Quinn, the ex-footballer rocks him with the stop sign to the head. It leaves Devereaux a little rubber-legged, but doesn’t take him down. Quinn takes a second swing; the sickening echo bouncing off every wall in the Ballroom. It brings Dick to one knee, but he’s defiant. Van Quinn goes for a third swing but Devereaux strikes quickly, driving the butt of the fire extinguisher canister into the stomach of the rookie. Quinn falls to his knees, cradling his ribcage in visible agony.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – DICK DEVEREAUX VERSUS VAN QUINN – MOMENTS LATER.

Devereaux is perched on the top turn-buckle when we rejoin the action. He looks like he’s eyeing his prey, as Van Quinn struggles a little on the canvas. However, the quick thinking of the rookie prevails, as he grabs a trash can and tosses it like a football directly at the skull of Devereaux.

The impact is enough to stall Dick, as the trash can literally bounces off his head and returns to the canvas. Van Quinn approaches his foe and joins him up top, before delivering an incredible superplex!

CRASH!

Dick Devereaux lands awkwardly on the trash can, crushing it on impact. Quinn’s inexperience shines through though, as he refrains from covering his foe. Instead, he grabs the second trash can, placing it beside the crushed one. Varsity hauls Devereaux up by his bald head and scoops him up, only to drive him into the second trash can with a pump-handle slam!

CRUNCH!

It could spell trouble for Dick, who lands on the second trash can, crushing it instantly. Van Quinn falls to his knees and covers.

ONE! TWO! Kick out by Devereaux!

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – DICK DEVEREAUX VERSUS VAN QUINN – MOMENTS LATER.

Van Quinn has introduced a table to the proceedings, setting it up in the centre of the ring while Dick Devereaux lingers in the corner. It takes Quinn a little too much time to set the table up and, as soon as he does, Dick is on hand with a boot to the lower spine of his inexperienced opponent.

Devereaux grabs Quinn and motions to deliver a piledriver, but the sheer size and resistance from Varsity Van proves too much, as he counters with a huge back body drop. Dick bounces off the mat like a dime and returns to his feet, but Quinn is waiting for him. The bald fighter aims a clothesline and Van Quinn ducks it, only to execute a brilliant full nelson slam.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – DICK DEVEREAUX VERSUS VAN QUINN – FINAL MOMENTS.

The drops and slams are really taking their toll on Devereaux, who claws himself back up with the aid of the table, only for Van Quinn to pull it away from him. Dick is on all fours, while Varsity Van looks like he has plans for the table. The ex-footballer lifts it and positions it in the corner of the ring, up on its side.

He turns around to focus his attention back on Devereaux…

SPEAR! CRASH!

The crowd go wild, as Van Quinn gets driven through the table with the ‘Homing Missile’ spear by Dick Devereaux! The rookie’s body folds like an accordion and it’s very much lights out. Devereaux drags him out of the wreckage, albeit slowly, and makes the cover.

ONE! TWO! THREE!

The bell tolls and signals the end of Van Quinn’s tournament, as ‘Everyone Bleeds Now’ by Hatebreed drowns out the jeers from the crowd.

ANGEL SANTOS
Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of
this match by pin fall… Dick DEVEREAUX!

Medics check on the condition of Van Quinn, while a spent Dick Devereaux rolls out of the ring, having survived the impromptu hardcore qualifier with a gutsy opponent.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
The outcome of this one was never
really in doubt once Ernie Parker
made this match a no disqualifications
affair. It played right into the
wheelhouse of Devereaux.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Yeah, no doubt. There were moments
when I thought Van Quinn had got it
done in there, but it wasn’t to be.
Props to the guy, though – he brought
it in his EOW debut.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
So that’s two matches down, folks.
We know that Ash Scion and Dick
Devereaux will feature in tonight’s
Championship main event. The question
is, who’ll be joining them?

CUT TO:

INT. ARENA HALLWAY, OUTSIDE AIDAN CARLISLE’S LOCKER ROOM - CONTINUOUS.

Heavy boot steps echo on tile, the steps methodical. CYRUS RIDDLE enters the frame, already dressed in his wrestling gear. A cryptic smirk forms on his face before he knocks on the door. Movement is audible inside, something falls, cursing. The door swings inward. AIDAN CARLISLE stands there wearing the red boots and pants of one set of ring gear with, but only a towel wrapped around her upper body. CYRUS and AIDAN stare at one another in silence before AIDAN slowly grins.

AIDAN CARLISLE
Your timing is suspiciously perfect,
as always.

CYRUS RIDDLE
What can I say? I have a gift with
timing. Never have you been one
to complain.

CYRUS raises an eyebrow with copious amounts of confidence emanating from his demeanor.

AIDAN CARLISLE
I can protest a little if it will make
you feel better. I suspect that’s not
why you’re here, however. To what
do I owe the… pleasure?

CYRUS RIDDLE
Just wanted to come by and see how
you are. It's been a bit, and months
since we've worked together. Glad to
see you here. Body ready to go?

AIDAN’S smirk is full of mystery emotions as she regards CYRUS.

AIDAN CARLISLE
Glad to see me here? I do believe I
signed on the dotted line first. As for
my body…

AIDAN’S look grows suggestive.

AIDAN CARLISLE
More than ready.

CYRUS RIDDLE
Good… good. Guess there really
are two championship bodies in
this place after all.

CYRUS looks AIDAN over and nods. AIDAN archs a brow and unfolds her arms from across her towel. Her smirk grows wicked as she gives CYRUS a deliberate head-to-toe assessment.

AIDAN CARLISLE
That there are. Did you come here
looking for a warm up?

CYRUS laughs and rubs his chin with his hand.

CYRUS RIDDLE
As much as that would be an iron competition
within itself, I wouldn't want to deprive the people
of my presence or have that old head assuming
he could be superior to me in any way.

AIDAN CARLISLE
Then what brings you to my doorstep?
Hard to believe you were just popping
by for a little check up.

CYRUS RIDDLE
Just wanting to see you. Oh, and to let
you know, I'll be highly disappointed if we
aren't holding the world in our palms by the
end of the night.

AIDAN’S smirk grows into a full blown smile.

AIDAN CARLISLE
As it happens, so will I. So let’s not disappoint
each other, yeah? You, me, the EOW Heavyweight
Championship, and the Atlantic Championship.
Everyone finally gets a taste of what happens
when the Alpha Bitch and the Archetype are
on the same side.

CYRUS RIDDLE
Hope they have body bags at their
disposal here.

CYRUS takes AIDAN’s hand and holds it momentarily, before back stepping with a wink, leaving her to her own thoughts.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Cyrus is certainly doing the rounds
where the ladies are concerned,
isn't he?

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
I think it's obvious that he's trying
to get as many allies as possible.
Nothing wrong with that.

CUT TO:

INT. BACKSTAGE AREA – CONTINUOUS.

We catch up with TRIXIE again, as the buxom blonde engages in some stretching ahead of her fight tonight, whenever she’s drawn into action. She bends down and touches her toes, knowing full well that there’s a camera filming her.

She’s approached from behind by ALISTAIR OAKLAKE, her old teacher. He stands just by her backside, admiring her form for a brief moment.

ALISTAIR OAKLAKE
Is this an invitation?

Trixie is startled by the voice and stands to her feet again, turning around in defense. She doesn’t look pleased to see him.

TRIXIE
You wish.

ALISTAIR OAKLAKE
(Laughing)
Nevermind, eh? I’ve always
got the memories.

He grins and points at his head, much to her disgust.

TRIXIE
Have fun with that. Now, if
you’ll excuse me, I -

ALISTAIR OAKLAKE
- You have to go get ready for
your match? I know. That’s why
I’m here. I just want to make
sure you understand your role
tonight.

TRIXIE
(Nods)
Totally! I walk in as Trixie and
I walk out as the EOW Heavyweight
Champion. Simple stuff.

The blonde motions to brush past her former flame, although he blocks her and grabs her, pushing her firmly against the wall. She moans but he moves close enough to her, ensuring he only has to speak softly.

ALISTAIR OAKLAKE
Don’t get cute with me, Trixie.
You know the plan. Stick to it.
We clear?

He grabs at her face, intimidating her. She nods.

ALISTAIR OAKLAKE
Good. Because if not, I’m not sure
how much use you’d be to this company
without this pretty little face of yours.

He growls at her for a few seconds before releasing his firm grip of her jaw. The former teacher backs away and straightens himself out. He spots a few backstage workers approaching from the distance and his entire demeanor changes.

ALISTAIR OAKLAKE
(Feigning a positive tone)
Best of luck out there tonight,
Trixie! Break a leg!

The blonde cradles her face and scowls, visibly upset by the exchange. She watches Oaklake walk away.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Who the hell was that?

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Your guess is as good as mine,
‘Rina. Although whoever he is,
I’m assuming he’s not good news.

Trixie heaves a sigh and looks concerned.

CUT TO:

INT. VIDEO PACKAGE – LETHAL LOTTERY DRAW AND TALE OF THE TAPE – CONTINUOUS.

For the third time tonight, the randomizer is activated on the large projector screen at the top of the stage, shuffling the names and faces of the final six participants in tonight’s tournament.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Ash Scion and Dick Devereaux
have advanced to tonight’s main
event. Kimitsu Zombie and Van
Quinn have not. There are six
fighters left to be drawn.
The question is, who’s next?

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Man, I think of some of the
names left in the draw and
the match combinations that
can be drawn is wild!

The randomizer draws to a halt, landing on the face of AIDAN CARLISLE.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
It’s The Alpha Bitch! Aidan Carlisle
will be out here next, as she looks
to win the first major championship
of her career. Here’s how she looks
in the break down.

The shuffle resumes, with only five possible opponents to choose from.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Cyrus Riddle is still in there.
Could you imagine if she draws
him, after what we saw earlier?
That’d put a spanner in the works.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
All five remaining fighters pose
different types of threat to Carlisle.
I don’t imagine there’s a preferable
draw at this stage.

The randomizer draws to a halt, revealing the opponent. It’s TRIXIE!

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Uh oh! Declan Black said it best
when he said Trixie is a difficult
draw. Either you kick her ass and
look like a douche bag, or you lose
to her and destroy your career!

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
I think that’s totally unfair to
Trixie. She’s proven herself to
be a real threat in tournaments
recently and tonight could very
well continue that run of form.
Here’s her break down.

‘Immortalized’ by Disturbed roars through the Hammerstein Ballroom, as Aidan Carlisle emerges from backstage.

CUT TO:

INT. RINGSIDE – AIDAN CARLISLE VERSUS TRIXIE – LETHAL LOTTERY TOURNAMENT QUALIFYING MATCH #3 – MOMENTS LATER.

Referee Roland Chang calls for the bell and officially gets this match underway. Aidan Carlisle has an intense aura about her at the moment, evidenced by her explosive start. She lunges at Trixie and unloads a barrage of vicious punches to the blonde, looking to force her into an intense start. Carlisle’s ferocity leads both women to the corner of the ring, where Trixie tries to lean through the ropes to force a break.

Chang inserts himself between Aidan and Trixie, backing the fighter away from the blonde. Carlisle adheres to this rule but is quick to move the referee out of the way, in order to return her opponent. Trixie lashes out with a kick to the stomach, subduing Carlisle for the moment.

The bouncy blonde throws a fist at Aidan, connecting with the temple, before motioning for a scoop slam. Carlisle wriggles free of it, however, and lands behind Trixie, only to toss her over the top rope. The blonde from Vegas lands feet first on the edge of the ring apron, refusing to fall to the outside. Carlisle punches her before sliding underneath her legs via the bottom rope, heading to the outside. The sheer speed of Aidan confuses Trixie, who can’t respond in time. Carlisle – while standing outside the ring – grabs Trixie by the ankles and hauls her off the ring apron, forcing her to drop. The blonde’s pretty face bounces off the edge of the apron, leaving her reeling.

Carlisle returns to the ring but only to grab the top rope and swing her legs through the middle, issuing a front dropkick to Trixie on the outside. The blonde stumbles back to the foot of the ramp, while Aidan pulls herself back into the squared circle. She leaps up onto the top turn-buckle and waits for Trixie to get back to her feet, before delivering a delightful cross body! She connects, planting Trixie onto the thin protective mats on the outside.

Wasting no time at all, Carlisle rolls the bewildered Trixie into the ring and covers her.

ONE! TWO! Chang can’t begin the three count before Trixie kicks out.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – AIDAN CARLISLE VERSUS TRIXIE – MOMENTS LATER.

Carlisle is on the top turn-buckle, looking to deliver another extravagant aerial move, but Trixie runs at the ropes, jolting them hard enough for her foe to lose her footing. Carlisle slips and Trixie grabs her, applying a suplex position. The audience watch on as the blonde plays dirty, executing a front suplex that drops Carlisle across the top rope, inflicting some pretty severe damage in the process.

Aidan winces and clutches at her stomach while writhing on the canvas, as Trixie stands over her, taunting the crowd with some kiss blowing.

The blonde grabs Carlisle up by her dark hair and yanks at her right arm, before kicking upwards towards her shoulder joint. Kick, after kick, after kick, in a vicious display of unorthodox offense.

Aidan moans and clutches at her shoulder, as Trixie runs against the ropes, rebounding towards a stooped over Carlisle. The blonde lifts her knee and strikes it directly against the skull of The Alpha Bitch, sending her down hard.

Trixie makes an unusual cover, mounting Aidan. ONE! TWO! Carlisle gets the shoulder up.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – AIDAN CARLISLE VERSUS TRIXIE – MOMENTS LATER.

Trixie has Aidan locked in a vicious looking abdominal stretch, pushing down against Carlisle’s chin to apply some extra torque. Roland Chang hovers at eye level with The Alpha Bitch, asking her if she wants to call it a day. Carlisle remains defiant and eventually wriggles free, only to fire some back elbows towards Trixie, leaving the blonde reeling.

Aidan turns and launches an attack, grabbing Trixie by the head in a sit-out jawbreaker attempt. However, as she jumps up, Trixie boots her in the gut, stopping the offense. This is followed up with some punches by Trixie and closed off with an inverted DDT!

Carlisle is planted firmly on the canvas and Trixie makes the cover.

ONE! TWO! Carlisle kicks out.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – AIDAN CARLISLE VERSUS TRIXIE – MOMENTS LATER.

Trixie has Aidan’s throat against the middle rope and is choking The Alpha Bitch by resting a knee across the back of her neck. Chang warns the blonde, before counting her. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

Trixie releases the choke and backs away, protesting her innocence to the official. She begins sauntering around the ring and gyrating for the men in the audience, taunting them in typical Trixie fashion. It gives Aidan just enough time to recover and when Trixie turns her attentions back to The Alpha Bitch, she’s taken down by a wonderful clothesline.

The blonde bounces right back up again and runs at Aidan, but only receives a second clothesline for her efforts. In a show of defiance, Trixie rises for a third time, returning to Carlisle. Aidan motions to boot Trixie square in the ribs, but the blonde catches the foot. She’s not quick enough to make it count though, as Carlisle performs a twisting corkscrew front dropkick, sending Trixie down onto the canvas hard.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – AIDAN CARLISLE VERSUS TRIXIE – MOMENTS LATER.

Carlisle is on her back, heaving hard after a grueling back and forth. Trixie stands over her fallen foe and shakes her hips a little, before performing her ‘Sexy Leg Drop’ - a split-legged leg drop. Carlisle rolls away from the blonde as she lands it though, meaning Trixie catches nothing but canvas.

Both women get to their feet quickly, with Aidan motioning behind Trixie with quickness. The Alpha Bitch hooks her head and executes a stunning ‘Bitch Breaker’ inverted headlock backbreaker, which sends Trixie into a world of hurt.

The blonde cradles her lower back and rolls onto all fours, unaware that she’s just moved directly into Aidan’s oncoming path. The Alpha Bitch runs at Trixie and delivers an incredible hurricanrana driver – a move she calls the ‘Alpha Effect’.

The audience are hugely impressed with the athleticism on display, as Aidan Carlisle motions for the cover.

ONE! TWO! THR-AWWW! Trixie, somehow, gets her shoulder up off the canvas!

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – AIDAN CARLISLE VERSUS TRIXIE – FINAL MOMENTS.

The blonde from Las Vegas drives her knee into Carlisle’s stomach, before turning her around so that their backs are touching. She’s setting The Alpha Bitch up for her split-legged Hangman’s Neckbreaker; a move that would surely end this contest.

However, before she can perform it, Aidan wriggles out of the grip and turns around, hooking Trixie by the neck from behind. The crowd cheer, as Aidan screams and delivers her ‘Coup De Grace’ inverted leg drop bulldog! In an instant, the tables turn and Carlisle leaves her leg lingering across the chest of her foe for the pin fall.

ONE! TWO! THREE! It’s over! The bell sounds and ushers in ‘Immortalized’ by Disturbed. Carlisle has her arm raised in victory, as she rolls off the limp body of Trixie.

ANGEL SANTOS
Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner as
a result of a pin fall… Aidan CARLISLE!

The audience applaud both women, although it’s The Alpha Bitch who stands tall at the end of the fight.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
This was as much of a back
and forth as we’ve seen tonight,
ladies and gentlemen.
Aidan Carlisle advances!

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
So The Alpha Bitch joins Ash
Scion and Dick Devereaux in
the main event! The sisters
are definitely doing it for
themselves tonight.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
No doubt about it, ‘Rina. We now
know all the women advancing to
the Championship main event, but
given who they are, I can safely
say that there won’t be any sisterly
love in that fight.

CUT TO:

INT. BACKSTAGE AREA – CONTINUOUS.

The cameras pick up on DICK DEVEREAUX, who is strolling the corridors looking uncharacteristically pleased, given his victory earlier tonight and subsequent advancement to the main event.

In the near distance, Livewire correspondent, MELISSA MAY approaches.

MELISSA MAY
(Calling out)
Yo, Dick! Dicky Boo Boo!

The bald fighter growls as she arrives in front of him.

MELISSA MAY
What’s up, Dick? Damn, that’s
kinda like Bugs Bunny, ‘cept
it’s Dick and not Doc. Oh my God,
you totally look like Elmer Fudd!

DICK DEVEREAUX
You ain’t getting an interview
from me, so fuck off. Oh, and
don’t ever call me Dicky Boo Boo
again.

He motions to leave but she stands in front of his path, preventing it.

MELISSA MAY
(Pouting)
I heard that’s what all the cool
people are calling you though.

DICK DEVEREAUX
Nah, it’s what annoying bitches
call me; so again – fuck off.

Melissa follows him as he barges past her.

MELISSA MAY
So what’s it like knowing you’re
in the final of the tournament later
tonight?

Silence.

MELISSA MAY
Come on, Dick – don’t be so angry.
Angry dicks are the worst.

Silence. Devereaux continues walking. May persists, however.

MELISSA MAY
What’ll happen if Jeremiah Greyson
gets through to the final and kicks
your ass? What then?

Dick stops. Melissa grins. The fighter turns around and scowls at her.

DICK DEVEREAUX
Haven’t you heard the news, Melissa?
Jeremiah Greyson ain’t making it to
the final tonight.

MELISSA MAY
No way? What happened?

Dick simply grins and backs away, leaving the shot and the scene. May scowls and shakes her head, irritated by Dick's vagueness.

CUT TO:

EXT. PARKING LOT – BACKSTAGE ENTRANCE – CONTINUOUS.

TRIXIE looks worried as the cameras film her charging through the backstage area and out into the parking lot. She’s still wearing her wrestling gear and carrying her gym bags, obviously electing not to hang around and change here.

She heads towards her car, but before she can get there, she’s tackled aggressively by ALISTAIR OAKLAKE, who grabs her and cups her mouth to muffle any screams.

ALISTAIR OAKLAKE
We had a deal, you little bitch.
Do you even realize what you’ve
done?!

Trixie drops her bags and flails wildly, trying to break free of her former teacher’s bear hug. Her resistance is futile, however, as he overpowers her and bundles her into the back of his own vehicle.

ALISTAIR OAKLAKE
You’ve done it this time!

He slams the door of the vehicle, locking her inside, before heading for the driver’s door.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Jesus! What the hell is he
doing with Trixie?!

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
I have no idea but maybe we
should do something? Like call
the goddamn cops?!

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
I’m hoping security are watching
this and will intervene! This looks
really bad.

The vehicle reverses from the space and drives away rapidly; its screeching tires echoing through the open space. A backstage worker stands in the entrance to the venue and looks concerned by what he’s just seen. With haste, he turns back towards the corridors.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Folks, we’re really not sure
what’s going on here but we’ll
try to keep you updated on what’s
just gone down.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Someone needs to call the police.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
I’m certain it’ll be under control
backstage. For now, let’s take you
back to ringside for the next draw.

CUT TO:

INT. VIDEO PACKAGE – LETHAL LOTTO DRAW WITH TALE OF THE TAPES – CONTINUOUS.

Once again, the big screen in the Ballroom reveals a graphic of several faces flashing randomly, accompanied by the necessary scrolling sound effect.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Well ladies and gentlemen,
it’s that time again! We’re
about to discover which two
fighters will clash next in
the fourth qualifying match.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
I’m so pumped! There’s a few
big names left in this draw.

Eventually the random draw slows down, before stopping on the face of JEREMIAH GREYSON. The New York audience erupt with cheers.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Jerry boy!

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
The randomizer has spoken and
Jeremiah Greyson will compete
next! Let’s take a look at the
vitals ahead of this one!

The big screen begins scrolling again, randomly selecting Greyson’s opponent. There’s only three names left to select, so the faces reoccur more frequently than previously.

Then it stops, revealing DECLAN BLACK. More cheers emanate from the crowd for the Canadian veteran.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
It’s the Prince of Nova Scotia
himself! This has the makings
of an instant classic, folks!

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
The very style of fight that
Jeremiah would have probably
hoped to avoid. That technical
game of Black could prove to be
a difference maker.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Both men bring opportunity to the
table, ‘Rina. Here’s Declan Black
in a nutshell.

‘Satellite’ by Rise Against roars through the Hammerstein Ballroom, conjuring the crowd to their feet, as Jeremiah Greyson emerges from backstage.

CUT TO:

INT. RINGSIDE – JEREMIAH GREYSON VERSUS DECLAN BLACK – LETHAL LOTTERY TOURNAMENT QUALIFYING MATCH #4 – MOMENTS LATER.

Both men lock up with vigor and enthusiasm as soon as the bell tolls, with the larger, stronger Declan Black gaining the initial advantage. He applies a tight headlock on Jeremiah Greyson, wringing the neck a little, before motioning for the ropes.

Black looks like he’s preparing for a bulldog of some sort, but Greyson uses his quickness to his advantage, worming his way out of the headlock and pushing Black across the ring to the opposites set of ropes. Declan rebounds and delivers a strong shoulder block to Greyson, taking the high-flier down to the canvas with authority.

“The Prince of Nova Scotia” looks to capitalize on the grounded foe by bouncing off the ropes and rebounding, initially with a knee drop attempt. However, Jeremiah rolls out of the way – an evasion that Black scouts ahead of time. As a result, Declan leaps over the rolling body of Greyson instead and runs the ropes again, rebounding off the other side of the ring and returning to the smaller man. Jeremiah kips up and leap frogs over Black, forcing the larger athlete to duck and run underneath Greyson’s legs. Once again, Black rebounds off the ropes, hoping that the third time will be a charm. Instead, what he receives is a well-executed hip toss from Jeremiah Greyson, sending him hurtling onto the canvas.

The move is forceful but not enough to keep Black grounded. As the Nova Scotia native gets back to his feet, Greyson charges at the ropes and springs off them, delivering an incredible tilt-a-whirl head-scissor take down. The move ignites the audience and turns Declan Black inside out, taking him by surprise. Despite the impressive nature of the move, Black returns to his feet and glares at Greyson. The two men engage in a stand off, giving pause to allow the crowd to applaud the quick-fire exchanges.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RING – DECLAN BLACK VS JEREMIAH GREYSON – MOMENTS LATER.

Greyson lunges at Black but the Canadian scouts and counters, ducking the grapple and moving behind Jeremiah. Declan applies a firm waist lock, taking a few seconds to squeeze the life out of his smaller foe, before executing a German Suplex – or at least attempting to. Greyson goes flying through the air but performs a scintillating back flip while in flight, enabling him to land on his feet.

Declan attempts a clothesline as Greyson charges at him, but the high-flier ducks under the arm and heads for the ropes again, ricocheting off them and returning to Black. Unfortunately for Jeremiah, Declan catches him and executes a wonderful belly-to-belly suplex. Greyson has no answer for it and crashes to the canvas with force.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RING – DECLAN BLACK VS JEREMIAH GREYSON – MOMENTS LATER.

Declan Black has Jeremiah Greyson pinned against the ropes and issues a nasty European uppercut, rocking the man from Maine. The Canadian fires a second and a third, connecting each time. He backs off a little and then runs at Greyson, looking to clothesline him over the top rope to the outside. Unfortunately for Black, Jeremiah reads it and moves out of the oncoming traffic, sending Declan through the ropes, crashing to the outside.

The landing isn’t the worst but it’s taken something out of the fighter. Greyson tugs on the top rope and performs a slingshot plancha – soaring through the air to the delight of the crowd. Black looks to the skies and steps back, but the quick movement of Greyson comes in to play and Jeremiah lands on his feet, refusing to be usurped by a counter.

Black bursts forward with a clothesline attempt but, once again, Greyson ducks underneath his arm. Black spins himself around quickly, trying to keep up with the pace being set by Jeremiah while outside the ring. Greyson leaps up, as if to attempt a double knee jaw breaker, but Black catches him and tosses him like a baseball, skyward. Greyson uses his cat-like agility to land on the edge of the apron and when Declan turns to face his foe, all he gets is a boot to the skull for his troubles. The kick rocks Black, who stumbles back somewhat.

Jeremiah moves away from his opponent and, while still on the apron, runs towards him, leaping off and catching him with a hurricanrana! Declan Black is flipped forward onto his back, landing on the thin protective mats on the outside. The crowd in the front row are loving the action.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RING – DECLAN BLACK VS JEREMIAH GREYSON – MOMENTS LATER.

Black is disorientated inside the ring, with Greyson on the outside of the ring apron, clutching on to the top rope. He leaps forth with a springboard, but Black rolls forwards in a desperation counter. Greyson – mid-flight – spots this and rolls forward too, landing much more safely than he would have had he executed a move. Both men are quick to get to their feet and they run at each other. Black gets the rub with a sickening clothesline, the likes of which turns Jeremiah Greyson inside out.

Immediately, Declan Black threads his head under the left leg joint of Greyson and scoops him up into a stretch muffler submission attempt – a move he calls “Black Magic”. Before he can fully apply it, however, Greyson uses almost super-human agility to haul himself up, sit up style, slip his leg away and execute a marvelous DDT!

Jeremiah covers. ONE! TWO! Kick out!

SMASH CUT:

INT. RING – DECLAN BLACK VS JEREMIAH GREYSON – MOMENTS LATER.

Both men are back on their feet in the centre of the ring. Greyson attempts a boot to the gut but Declan Black catches his ankle. However, before he can effectively counter, Jeremiah lands an enzuigiri kick, rocking the Canadian. Black stumbles over toward the ropes and Greyson runs at him. However, Declan has the wherewithal to duck down and scoop him up over the top rope with his shoulder. Greyson is agile enough to land safely on the apron outside, and as Declan stumbles away from the ropes, Jeremiah springboard’s up and delivers a super kick! It’s a move he calls ‘The Curtain Call’ and it floors Declan Black.

Greyson makes the cover. ONE! TWO! THR-AWWW! Kick out!

SMASH CUT:

INT. RING – DECLAN BLACK VS JEREMIAH GREYSON – CLOSING MOMENTS.

Declan Black is in the corner of the ring clutching his left knee with concern. The referee is attending to him, ensuring his well-being, while Jeremiah Greyson stands in the corner opposite, gearing himself up for the ‘Abandon All Hope’ Helluva Kick.

The crowd begin jeering as Dick Devereaux storms down the ramp and reaches the ring, taking a swipe at the ankle of Greyson, forcing him to stumble forward. The little high flier from Maine looks furious as he kicks out towards the bottom rope, warning Devereaux away.

The distraction proves costly, as Black leaps forth and charges at his opponent. Greyson turns around at just the perfect time…

BANG! ‘Call of the Coal’ Claymore Kick from the Canadian!

Jeremiah Greyson looks like road kill in the centre of the ring, as Black falls to his knees and makes that all-important cover.

ONE! TWO! THREE! The bell tolls and ushers in the sound of ‘Brenda Stubbert’ by Ashley MacIsaac.

ANGEL SANTOS
Here is your winner by pin
fall… Declan BLACK!

The audience express mixed emotions on this one, as Dick Devereaux’s interference proved to be influential on the outcome. Jeremiah Greyson is helped to his feet by the Canadian, who pats him on the back for a sterling effort. Greyson, however, is less than concerned with the sportsmanship and more concerned by Devereaux, who saunters back up the ramp looking delighted with himself.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Declan Black advances here tonight
after an epic encounter with young
Jeremiah Greyson, although the end
isn’t without its controversy.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Greyson was totally side swiped!
He was gearing up for the ‘Abandon
All Hope’ when Devereaux stuck his
nose in. If Greyson hits that kick
before Black connects with the ‘Call
of the Coal’, this one ends with Jerry
flying through to the main event.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Let’s not take anything away from
Declan Black here tonight, though.
He put on a clinic in that ring and
he’s reaping the rewards as a result.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Listen, I hear you. The dude was
lethal in there, but not half as
lethal as Greyson’s going to be on
Devereaux once he gets his hands
on him.

CUT TO:

INT. BACKSTAGE AREA – CONTINUOUS.

CYRUS RIDDLE is gearing himself up for his match, knowing that he and Zack Fantana are the only two left to be drawn. His pre-match ritual is interrupted by a backstage worker – the same man who witnessed what happened earlier tonight in the parking lot with Trixie.

BACKSTAGE WORKER
Mr. Riddle? Mr. Riddle, sir?

CYRUS RIDDLE
Mate, now ain’t a good time,
alright? Come back later.

The backstage worker looks stressed.

BACKSTAGE WORKER
(Persisting)
Sir, this really can’t wait.
I’ve just seen -

CYRUS RIDDLE
- I said not now.

Before the worker can blurt out the news of Trixie’s suspected abduction, Riddle exits the area and heads straight for the staging. The worker runs his hands through his hair, looking around for alternative assistance.

CUT TO:

INT. BACKSTAGE AREA – CONTINUOUS.

The cameras focus in on JEREMIAH GREYSON, who looks like a man on a warpath.

JEREMIAH GREYSON
(Shouting)
Dick?! Dick?! Get out here!

He’s obviously looking for Dick Devereaux and, given what’s just transpired at ringside, it’s not to have a friendly conversation.

He’s soon approached by chief Livewire correspondent, KIRK COLLINS. The suited, suave reporter is clearly looking for a scoop.

KIRK COLLINS
Jeremiah! Just the man! Give me
your thoughts on what just happened
out there with Declan Black and
Dick Devereaux.

Greyson pauses, eyeballs Collins and snarls.

JEREMIAH GREYSON
What happened is that a man made
a really, really big mistake when
he confused my kindness for weakness.
Have you seen him?

KIRK COLLINS
Who? Dick?

JEREMIAH GREYSON
Yes… Dick.

KIRK COLLINS
I haven’t, man. Sorry. What are
you going to do?

Greyson storms off and shouts back towards the reporter.

JEREMIAH GREYSON
Good question, Kirk.
Good question.

The high flier turns the corner and exits the shot, leaving Kirk Collins a little short changed for an in-depth interview.

CUT TO:

INT. THE COMMENTARY BOOTH – CONTINUOUS.

The cameras arrive back with Jack Chapman and Sabrina Hamilton, who are standing by.

JACK CHAPMAN
Well ladies and gentlemen the
time has come to find the fifth
and final wrestler for the Championship
main event. We already know that
Ash Scion, Dick Devereaux, Aidan
Carlisle and Declan Black have qualified.
There are only two men left to claim that
final spot.

SABRINA HAMILTON
Yeah and what a match this one is set
to be. I honestly couldn’t call it.

JACK CHAPMAN
As there’s only two men left, there’s
no cause for the randomizer, but either
way let’s take a look at those all important
break downs. That first man? Cyrus Riddle.

SABRINA HAMILTON
He’ll face the returning Zack Fantana,
who – you must remember – is coming
back after a seven month lay-off following
a concussion. Many fighters have hung ‘em
up for less, so this will be nothing short of
amazing if Zack can make this return a
triumphant one.

JACK CHAPMAN
There’s absolutely no doubt about that,
‘Rina. Let’s take a look at Mr. Fantana’s
credentials in his break down.

‘Bring the Rain’ by Upon a Burning Body begins to play through the arena, signaling the arrival of Cyrus Riddle.

CUT TO:

INT. RINGSIDE – CYRUS RIDDLE VERSUS ZACK FANTANA – LETHAL LOTTERY TOURNAMENT QUALIFYING MATCH #5 – MOMENTS LATER.

The bell sounds and both men approach each other, locking horns aggressively. They jostle for the advantage but neither men really want to concede. Eventually the strength of Riddle prevails and he tosses Zack Fantana over to the corner of the ring; the force of which bounces the smaller fighter off the turn-buckle and back out.

Cyrus catches Zack as he stumbles out towards him, scooping him up and planting him instantly with a Michinoku Driver! it’s sudden, it’s unexpected and the fans love it. Incredibly, Zack Fantana – despite the agony of the move – gets to his feet and glares at Riddle, before they lock up for a second time. Cyrus drives his knee into Zack’s gut, before scooping him up and slamming him back down to the mat again, just driving the wind out of his sails.

The defiant nature of Zack Fantana shines through, as he gets to his feet for a third time and demands to lock up again. Riddle obliges and the pair grapple for the advantage. This time, Cyrus grabs the right arm of his opponent and jerks at it, twisting it and torquing it in all manner of directions. Fantana falls to one knee and winces, clutching at his shoulder joint.

Riddle tugs at the arm over and over again, but eventually Zack uses his agility to full effect. He throws himself back before nipping up quickly, turning himself away – and subsequently out of – the hold. Riddle watches as Zack runs towards the ropes and ricochets off them, returning to the Englishman. Cyrus lunges at him, delivering an explosive clothesline that wipes Fantana out.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – CYRUS RIDDLE VERSUS ZACK FANTANA – MOMENTS LATER.

Zack Fantana delivers a wicked knife-edge chop to Cyrus Riddle, lighting up the British fighter’s chest in the process. That chop is quickly followed by another, and another, and a forth – all of which are accompanied by the obligatory “WOOO!” chants from the audience in the Ballroom.

Fantana whips Riddle across the ring, into the ropes. As Cyrus rebounds and returns to him, Zack ducks a clothesline counter. Riddle reaches the other side of the ring and springs off those ropes too, returning to Fantana. Zack leaps up with a scintillating dropkick, flooring the Brit.

The crowd are behind both men, mixed in their support. Cyrus crawls over to the nearest corner of the ring and sits against the bottom and middle turn-buckles. This only opens him up to a running senton cannonball from Fantana, who seems intent on driving the wind out of Riddle’s lungs.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – CYRUS RIDDLE VERSUS ZACK FANTANA – MOMENTS LATER.

Fantana is throwing wild strikes at the skull and body of Cyrus Riddle, before finishing off with a spinning back fist. However, before he can connect, Riddle throws a sickening right hand to the jaw of Fantana, knocking his lights out. Zack stumbles back, eyes rolling to the back of his head. He lands against the bottom and middle ropes, looking out of it.

Cyrus runs at the floored Fantana and punts him in the chest with a force so severe that Zack falls out of the ring, landing hard on the outside. Riddle exits the ring, looking to keep the pressure up on his opponent, who looks to be in trouble right now.

The British fighter grabs Fantana up to his feet and slams his head into the ring apron a few times, before dragging him over to the guard railings to repeat the punishment. Crack! Crack! Crack! The assault is methodical and the worst kind of attack you could inflict upon a man just returning from a concussion.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – CYRUS RIDDLE VERSUS ZACK FANTANA – MOMENTS LATER.

Both men have been brawling outside for awhile now and the referee is at the count of 9. Cyrus rolls back into the ring and then exits it again, forcing the referee to restart.

However, as Riddle approaches Fantana, Zack strikes suddenly, delivering a ‘Lucid Dreams’ Pele Backflip Kick! It rocks Riddle, who stumbles over onto the ring steps that had been dislodged during an earlier exchange. With the steps at the foot of the ramp and Riddle sprawled face down on top of them, Fantana returns to the ring and performs a springboard 450 splash!

But Cyrus moves! CRASH!

“Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!”

The crowd in New York City are on their feet, as Zack Fantana crashes and burns directly onto the steel steps. Riddle stares wildly at his fallen opponent, wondering how he’s still alive.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – CYRUS RIDDLE VERSUS ZACK FANTANA – MOMENTS LATER.

Fantana hasn’t been the same since that awkward landing on the steel steps and Cyrus Riddle is capitalizing on that fact. The British fighter rams Zack’s skull into the top turn-buckle pads, walking around the ring with him and using all four corners to inflict some damage.

Riddle then grabs Zack by the scruff of the neck and tosses him shoulder first into the ring post, really picking him apart piece by piece. Zack stumbles backwards into the waiting arms of Cyrus Riddle, who executes the perfect Fisherman’s Suplex with a bridging pin; a move he calls ‘London’s Bridge’.

ONE! TWO! THR-AWWW! Zack Fantana kicks out, refusing to concede defeat. The crowd in New York City applaud the kick out and the resilience being shown by the man from Pittsburgh.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – CYRUS RIDDLE VERSUS ZACK FANTANA – FINAL MOMENTS.

Riddle stalks Fantana from behind, winding up his forearm for the ‘Daydreamer’ lariat to the back of his foe’s skull. Fantana stands up and Cyrus charges, roaring as he goes. On instinct alone, Zack throws an elbow back and catches Riddle’s jaw, subduing him for a split second. He follows that up with a drop toe hold that sends the Englishman head first into the middle turn-buckle!

Riddle bounces back, his neck making a sickening snapping motion that leaves him in serious pain. Fantana hops up onto the top rope and stares down at Cyrus, only to execute – and land – the ‘Godsend’ corkscrew shooting star press!

A sea of flash photography ripples through the crowd as he connects, before covering the Englishman.

ONE! TWO! THREE! It’s over!

Zack Fantana squeezes his eyes shut through a combination of agony and delight at qualifying. ‘Lucid Dreams’ by Franz Ferdinand plays through the Hammerstein Ballroom following the sound of the bell.

ANGEL SANTOS
Ladies and Gentlemen, here is
your winner as a result of a
pin fall… Zack FANTANA!

The crowd applaud the efforts of the returning star, who has just endured his first fight in seven long months. He leans against the ropes, utterly exhausted.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Incredible! Zack Fantana has
just advanced at the expense
of Cyrus Riddle, one of the
critics favourites for this
tournament!

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Fantana was spectacular when
it counted, man. Hell, if anyone
can survive that ugly ass landing
on the steel stairs then they
deserve to go through.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Unbelievable resiliency shown
by that man, Zack Fantana.
Of course, the problem is he
can’t go anywhere because in
just a few short minutes he’ll
be joined by the four other
qualifier winners to begin
the main event! How is he
going to survive this battle
royal? He’s visibly exhausted.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
He’s going to have to recover
quickly or keep a low profile
until two others are eliminated.
Those are his options right now.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Folks, the Championship main
event is only moments away and
it starts with that all important
battle royal. Zack Fantana will
be joined by Ash Scion, Dick
Devereaux, Aidan Carlisle and,
of course, Declan Black.

CUT TO:

EXT. PARKING LOT – BACKSTAGE – CONTINUOUS.

The cameras begin rolling and spot CANDICE TURNER, who is heading back towards her vehicle. She strolls the quiet lot, her footsteps echoing through the open space.

VOICE (O.S)
Candice!

The blonde is startled and turns around, looking for the source of the voice. Nobody is in sight, much to her concern. She continues towards her car, this time moving a little quicker than before.

A car alarm is triggered, sending an abrasive honking sound through the area. She squeals, having been scared to death by it. The car’s alarms flash hypnotically and the little blonde fighter stares at them briefly, before turning back towards her car.

And then she spots him. The fan from the meet and greet earlier. He’s staring wildly at her from her car, glaring at her through both windows. Candice panics and turns to run, but she doesn’t get far.

THUD!

She runs directly into KIMITSU ZOMBIE, who looks less than impressed. Turner screams.

KIMITSU ZOMBIE
Whoa, shit!

Candice is gasping, almost hyperventilating.

CANDICE TURNER
(Panicked)
I..I’m sor… There’s a man!
There’s a man at my car!

She points over towards her car, identifying the vehicle to Kimitsu. The concerned fighter looks over but sees nothing. Candice turns and sees that the man is no longer there.

KIMITSU ZOMBIE
Where?

CANDICE TURNER
(Stressed)
He was there! I swear! The man
from the signing earlier. He’s
following me! I know it!

KIMITSU ZOMBIE
Look, just relax a little, alright?
There’s nobody there.

CANDICE TURNER
(Defiantly)
He was there!

Little Yokai shakes her head and tries to comfort the distressed blonde.

KIMITSU ZOMBIE
Okay, but there’s nobody there now,
alright? Come on, I’ll walk you over
to your car.

Candice says nothing, instead just reluctantly nods. The two women approach the car, but Turner slows down, allowing Zombie to go ahead and inspect the area. Kimitsu does exactly that.

KIMITSU ZOMBIE
See? Nothing.

Turner heads to the vehicle and peers in through the windows, double checking there’s nobody inside it. It’s definitely all clear.

CANDICE TURNER
Thank you for checking it out.
I’m sorry, I don’t know what
it was. I could have sworn I
saw someone.

KIMITSU ZOMBIE
It’s cool. Do you want to do me
a favour now?

Beat.

CANDICE TURNER
Um.. Okay?

KIMITSU ZOMBIE
Great. You can drive me home.
I’m not giving a taxi $30.

Kimitsu heads for the trunk and assuredly opens it, putting her bag inside.

CANDICE TURNER
Sure… I guess.

The women prepare to enter the vehicle, as the cameras head elsewhere.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
That was weird. Did you see
anyone?

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
I couldn’t make it out. I
heard someone though!

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Well thank heavens for Kimitsu
Zombie, huh?

CUT TO:

INT. LOCKER ROOM AREA – BACKSTAGE – CONTINUOUS.

There’s lots of panic and commotion, as medical staff flock to the locker room area, having found JILL LORDER bleeding from the skull and unconscious.

The fighter is being checked on while ERNIE PARKER stands at the entrance to the locker room, speaking with one of the doctors.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
We’re just hearing news that
Jill Lorder was found moments
ago in the locker rooms, bleeding
from the skull and not conscious.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Holy shit, what the hell happened?

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
It’s too early to know for sure
but early reports are suggesting
that she was attacked, as opposed
to being the victim of an accident.
We don’t know much more at this stage.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
That’s seriously messed up.
Trixie getting taken away in
a car. Candice Turner and that
weirdo fan. Now this?! I don’t
feel safe here anymore.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
I’m sure that officials will get
to the bottom of it, one way or
another. We’ll let them do their
job and in the mean time we’ll do
ours, because it’s time for the
main event.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
You’re right, nothing can put a
dampener on this one.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
It’s all or nothing now, folks.
Let’s send it to ringside for all
the action!

CUT TO:

INT. RINGSIDE – ASH SCION VERSUS DICK DEVEREAUX VS AIDAN CARLISLE VS DECLAN BLACK VS ZACK FANTANA – FIVE PERSON BATTLE ROYAL – MOMENTS LATER.

The electricity surging through the crowd is haunting right now, as the bell sounds, ushering in the first of three stages in this main event. All five participants are cautious to approach, knowing that one false move could end their tournament in an instant.

After several moments of deliberation, Dick Devereaux goes on the rampage, making a strategic decision to attack Zack Fantana – the most tired man in the fight. Devereaux clubs Zack across the back of the neck, taking him down to his knees, before driving a stiff knee of his own directly into the skull of the fallen fighter. Dick just wants to pick Fantana apart and he’s doing it methodically.

Meanwhile, Ash Scion and Aidan Carlisle have locked horns, aiming to show New York City just who the dominant female in this fight really is. The two babes trade blows, neither one conceding an inch to the other.

Over in the other side of the ring, Declan Black approaches Devereaux and executes a wonderful German Suplex, sending the big man down onto the canvas. In turn, it spares Zack Fantana – who looks utterly drained. Black motions to clothesline Dick, who is quick to his feet, but Devereaux ducks underneath the arm and counter-strikes with an uppercut. It rocks The Prince of Nova Scotia and sends him into the ropes.

Rather than capitalize, Devereaux runs at Zack Fantana again, who has just about made it to his feet with the aid of the ropes for leverage. Dick clotheslines him over the top rope and Fantana has no chance of survival. The exhaustion from the fight against Cyrus Riddle and repeated head shots have taken its toll. He floats over the ropes and lands on the outside, signaling the end of his tournament.

ANGEL SANTOS (O.S)
Ladies and Gentlemen, Zack
Fantana has been eliminated.

Aidan Carlisle studies the elimination, knowing that only one more body needs to be dumped over the top rope to enter the next stage. However, that momentary lapse in concentration proves costly, as Ash Scion spears The Alpha Bitch down to the canvas and mounts her. The red head rains down a shower of punches, all of which Aidan Carlisle eats.

Devereaux grabs Declan Black by the scruff of the neck and aims to launch him over the top rope next. However, the Canadian is equal to it and counters, instead throwing Dick overboard! Devereaux lands feet first on the apron, holding on to the ropes for dear life. Black tries to prize his fingers off the ropes but Dick meets him with a head-butt, subduing him momentarily.

Before Dick can return to the ring, however, the crowd erupt as Jeremiah Greyson storms down the ramp, heading directly for Devereaux. Greyson pulls at the legs of the bald fighter, clubbing his calves and hamstrings wildly. The security team at ringside swarm Jeremiah, trying to keep him at bay. The distraction proves costly, as Declan Black runs at the ropes, hitting a running European uppercut to Dick! The fighter collapses off the apron and lands on the outside, ending his night.

ANGEL SANTOS (O.S)
Ladies and Gentlemen, Dick
Devereaux has been eliminated!

The audience cheer wildly at this, as only Ash Scion, Declan Black and Aidan Carlisle remain. Jeremiah Greyson grins down at Dick Devereaux, having got some retribution for earlier in the night.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
This is unbelievable! We’re down
to three after a quick double
elimination!

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
It’s hardly surprising, given the
circumstances. Zack Fantana was
exhausted as the bell rang; he was
at an instant disadvantage. Then
Jerry boy just ran down and screwed
Devereaux! Payback is a bitch named
Greyson, I guess!

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
You reap what you sew! Dick looks
furious though.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Can you blame him? Although I guess
he knows how Jeremiah Greyson feels
now.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Folks, in any case, we’re looking at
the final three and for the eagle-eyed
viewers at home, you might have noticed
that these three are the ones who hated
battle royals! They’ve all survived and
I bet they’re elated about that fact.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Yeah but it’s the ladder match next
and both Scion and Black are way out
of their depth in this one. If you’re
Aidan Carlisle, you’ve got to be rubbing
your hands together in anticipation for
that Atlantic Championship! It’s hers
to lose.

The bell sounds and all three fighters back off into a corner, eyeballing one another intensely.

ANGEL SANTOS (O.S)
Ladies and Gentlemen, the
following contest is a triple
threat ladder match and it is
for the EOW Atlantic Championship!

CUT TO:

INT. RINGSIDE – ASH SCION VERSUS ADIAN CARLISLE VERSUS DECLAN BLACK – TRIPLE THREAT LADDER MATCH – MOMENTS LATER.

The bell sounds once more, ushering in the official start of the first title fight. The audience are on their feet, showing huge support to all three fighters – although predominantly Ash Scion.

Immediately, Declan Black heads for the outside where several ladders have been scattered by the stage hands. It leaves Aidan Carlisle and Ash Scion alone to go toe-to-toe inside the ring. Both women charge at each other, with Ash Scion reading it quicker than her opponent. The red head whips Carlisle across the ropes and, on the rebound, leap frogs over her, as Aidan had aimed for a take down. The Alpha Bitch rebounds off the opposite set of ropes and connects with an amazing dropkick, sending Scion down to the canvas.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – ASH SCION VERSUS AIDAN CARLISLE VERSUS DECLAN BLACK – MOMENTS LATER.

Declan Black whips Aidan Carlisle into the ropes and waits for her to return to him. When she does, he measures her with a huge back body drop, sending her soaring through the air. Its an ugly landing on the mat, but The Alpha Bitch springs back to a vertical base, albeit in lots of pain.

She stumbles into the waiting path of Black, with the Canadian rounding her and delivering a full nelson bomb. Aidan’s tail bone gets driven into the canvas and this time she stays down.

When Declan gets back to his feet, he’s accosted by Ash Scion, who leaps onto his back and applies a rear naked choke. The larger fighter prevails and shrugs her off like a bucking bronco, showcasing his size advantage.

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – ASH SCION VERSUS AIDAN CARLISLE VERSUS DECLAN BLACK – MOMENTS LATER.

Aidan Carlisle grabs a large steel ladder and runs towards Declan Black, smacking him with it forcefully. It floors Black, but Carlisle continues the onslaught, driving the head of the ladder repeatedly into his rib cage and stomach.

The Alpha Bitch – still holding the ladder – turns around into the oncoming Ash Scion, who connects with a dropkick, flooring Carlisle. The ladder she was holding collapses on top of her, winding her a little.

Ash scans the area and decides to take this opportunity to climb. She grabs the ladder on top of Aidan, before setting it up so that the bottom rung is pinning Declan Back down by the throat. The red head slowly, but surely, climbs each rung, reaching the top at her own pace, in her own time. The EOW Atlantic Championship is only inches away from her grasp, so much so that all she needs is a small reach and she’ll have it.

Black grabs the bottom of the ladder like he’s bench pressing it, though. With all his strength, he pushes upwards, tilting the ladder with Scion on top of it. Ash has nowhere to go but down – crashing and burning to the protective mats outside. She lands at the foot of the ramp, as her ladder leans against the ring ropes.

“Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!”

SMASH CUT:

INT. RINGSIDE – ASH SCION VERSUS AIDAN CARLISLE VERSUS DECLAN BLACK – MOMENTS LATER.

Declan Black is on his back once more, this time with a ladder underneath him. Aidan Carlisle is climbing the top rope, with wicked intentions. The Alpha Bitch leaps off and attempts a scintillating 450 degree splash…

Black rolls off the ladder! CRACK! Aidan Carlisle crashes and burns, landing hard onto the steel structure, hurting herself in the process.

Declan catches his breath and finds the time to compose himself, before retrieving the ladder nearest him and setting it up. He’s slow in his movement but he can afford to be, as both women are down and showing no signs of immediate movement.

The Canadian hauls his tired, broken down body up each rung, one step at a time. Some of the audience are willing him on, while others can’t stand the idea of their hometown girl, Ash Scion, losing anything. Black reaches the top and reaches out for the title; his fingertips grazing the golden plate. He pauses though when the ladder begins to wobble, due to Aidan Carlisle heading up the other side rapidly. Black grabs hold of the top of the ladder with both hands, trying to stabilize his position.

The Alpha Bitch reaches the top and begins trading punches with the Canadian; a battle she’ll only really have any hope of winning in the air – her comfort zone.

The punches that swing back and forth are mean, vicious and full of hate, which is exactly what this New York City audience came to see. However, what they’d rather see more than that is Ash Scion back in the mix. That’s precisely what they get when the red head rolls in, much to the concern of Carlisle and Black at the top. Scion pushes the ladder over, sending both fighters soaring through the air to the outside!

The crowd are ecstatic as Scion realigns the ladder and climbs up it. Nobody can stop her and she knows it, given the time she’s taking. Eventually the red head arrives at the peak of the structure, inches away from that gorgeous EOW Atlantic Championship. Her movements are slow and cautious, given her disdain for heights, but she does it. She grabs the title, unhooks it from the brass ring and asserts herself into the annals of EOW history.

The bell sounds and the Hammerstein Ballroom just about explodes. The noise is deafening and Ash Scion is overcome with emotion. She cradles the title close to her, having just become the first ever owner in front of her hometown fans.

ANGEL SANTOS
Ladies and Gentlemen, here is
your winner and the NEW EOW
Atlantic Champion… Ash SCION!

Santos roars into the microphone but can still barely be heard. The gorgeous red head gets herself down from the ladder and once she reaches the ground, looks much more comfortable.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
I can’t quite describe this
atmosphere right now, ladies
and gentlemen. You really have
to be here to understand just
how emotionally charged this
really is! I can’t even hear
myself speak right now because
of this ovation. Look at them!
Not a single ass on a seat right
now, and how ironic that is given
the new champion!

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Asses in seats, bodies in graves,
titles on waists! Ash Scion has
just made history right before
our very eyes and my God this
crowd is only adding to the moment.

Ash Scion is told that she must relinquish the Atlantic Championship for the time being, so that the final stage can begin. She has no issues with this, but the cage doesn’t lower, much to her frustration. She urges the production crew to bring the steel down so she can capitalize on the situation.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
They won’t lower the cage until
Declan Black and Aidan Carlisle
are both back inside the ring.
Scion is desperate to get this
final stage underway.

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
She’s one escape away from being
a double champion. Can you blame
her for being enthusiastic?!

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
Absolutely not! But she has to get
her opponents inside the ring before
she can do anything else.

The red head realizes this and so gets to work, hopping through the ropes and hauling Aidan Carlisle into the ring sluggishly. She repeats the feat with Declan Black, struggling even more, given the added weight.

With all three competitors in the ring, the bell sounds and the steel cage begins to lower.

ANGEL SANTOS
Ladies and Gentlemen, the following
contest is an escape only cage match
and it is for the EOW Heavyweight Championship!

CUT TO:

INT. RINGSIDE – ASH SCION VERSUS ADIAN CARLISLE VERSUS DECLAN BLACK – TRIPLE THREAT ESCAPE ONLY CAGE MATCH – MOMENTS LATER.

The cage has still not quite reached the bottom of the apron and Ash Scion is just about apoplectic about that. She’s screaming at it frantically, urging it to lower faster so she can make her escape and end this draining event.

Finally, the steel bolts connect with the fasteners around the apron and Scion is free to head directly for the cage door. She does just that and the official on the outside unbolts it for her.

SMASH!

Declan Black charges her from behind, sandwiching her between all two hundred and thirty pounds of Canadian beef and the steel cage itself. The crowd jeer this, as they’re sold on having a New Yorker as a double champion at this point. Scion’s little body goes limp and she falls to the canvas, leaving Black free to make his exit from the door.

Black steps through the ropes and emerges from the cage onto the steel steps, but before his feet can touch the floor, Scion has recovered somewhat, grabbing his leg with everything she has. Declan tries desperately to shake her off, but she won’t budge. The frustration etched across the Canadian’s face is clear for all to see, but he can’t get free of her.

Eventually, Black concedes and returns to the ring, stomping Scion’s skull – a move that does the trick. The red head lets go and cradles her head, having caught the worst of the kick.

Panic sets in for Black, however, as he spots Aidan Carlisle scaling the cage wall, three quarters of the way to the top. In the panic of the moment, he runs at her and gives chase, scaling the same side of the cage, directly beside her, as quickly as he can. She reaches the top before him but the time it takes her to steady herself once at the peak of the cage is enough for Black to catch up to her.

The Hammerstein Ballroom heaves a collective gasp thanks to more than 2,000 people inhaling in unison at what they witness. Both Aidan Carlisle and Declan Black standing on the lip of the cage, trading punches. It can only end badly.

And it does.

In a moment that will be replayed throughout EOW history, Aidan Carlisle hooks the head of Declan Black from behind and takes both their lives in her hands by executing her ‘Coup De Grace’ inverted leg drop bulldog from 20ft in the air, down into the ring. The danger she chose to stare in the face while executing the move is mind blowing, but they both land.

“Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!”

Declan Black will be lucky to have avoided a broken neck. He isn’t moving anymore and it’s no surprise. Aidan Carlisle is barely moving herself, having been lucky not to rupture a hamstring, or worse, break a leg during the delivery of that unbelievable move.

The Alpha Bitch drags herself over towards the cage door, slowly, in pain. Declan Black is not moving. Ash Scion is stirring nearby. It’s as good a chance as any to escape for Aidan.

Carlisle calls for the door to open and the official obliges, clearing a path for her to exit. She drags her body with nothing more than her arm strength, hauling herself out of that cage. Her upper body dangles over the apron, while her legs remain in the cage.

Then Ash Scion strikes!

The red head grabs Carlisle by the ankle and aims to drag her back inside. The Alpha Bitch twists her body and, with everything she has, lashes out with a kick. It does the trick. Scion falls back and takes Carlisle’s wrestling boot with her.

The Alpha Bitch flops out of the ring and lands on the outside, calling time on this main event and tournament.

ANGEL SANTOS
Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your
winner and the NEW EOW Heavyweight
Champion… Aidan CARLISLE!

‘Immortalized’ by Disturbed roars through the Hammerstein Ballroom, drowning out the mixed reaction to this result. She may not have a positive view on New York but she’s still a native. Most of the audience cheer wildly, while a few die hard Scion fans mourn the outcome.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
We are witnessing history! We have
just seen three fighters leave it
all in that ring for the right to
be the EOW Heavyweight and the EOW
Atlantic Champions! Aidan Carlisle
has done it!

SABRINA HAMILTON (O.S)
Dude, that ‘Coup De Grace’ from the
top of the cage almost killed both
her and Declan Black! She was either
walking out champion or she wasn’t
walking out at all!

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
This is the measuring stick of the
EOW, ladies and gentlemen. You are
witnessing the best that Livewire
has to offer! Aidan Carlisle has
just made history and the noise in
this building is indescribable!

Confetti rains down from the rafters of the building, drenching all three fighters and the fans in the process. The officials and medical staff help Aidan Carlisle to her feet, handing her the EOW Heavyweight Championship. Inside the ring, other EMT’s check on the condition of Declan Black.

JACK CHAPMAN (O.S)
What a night! What a fight! From both
of us here on Livewire, goodnight!

END.

Deleted: Dang it. I had a third one ready for Evie but had a family emergency. My daughter broke out in terrible hives. Ended up in emergency. I made post in in the CD board anyway. Good luck Trixie! Oct 8, 2016 15:46:50 GMT

Trixie: Don't sweat it Mandy, you did 2 amazing ones. Hope she's ok, did she get any lotion for it? Good luck to you too, I'll read that 3rd one. Oct 8, 2016 16:00:20 GMT

Deleted: She got a shot of steroids. Turns out its a yogurt allergy. With a picky eater, it sucks taking away a food she'll actually eat. Oct 8, 2016 22:24:11 GMT