The scene opens to a dressing room backstage.
There are poorly attached plastic vines on the walls with silver tinsel meant to represent a tropical waterfall, and a plush monkey stapled through its forehead into the drywall. This is intended to make people think they are in a rainforest, but it probably fools no one. One cannot account for everyone’s intelligence.
Suddenly the door is thrust open and Scott Hunter walks in, dressed like the hunter in Jumanji. We’re talking the one with Robin Williams, you know, the good one
Behind him, crouching slightly, is Brick “SUNSET” Sunset, dressed only in a leopard print sash and trunks.
Scott holds a single finger up, shooshing his partner.
Scott Hunter: Be careful, Brick, we don’t want to spook our prey.
Brick Sunset: BRICK WILL KEEP THE NOISE DOWN!!!
Brick’s loud bellowing does exactly what Scott feared, and three unnamed wrestlers suddenly scurry from the fake bushes and run out of the dressing room.
Scott Hunter: Dammit, Brick!
Brick Sunset: BRICK CANNOT BE SILENCED!
Scott frowns.
Scott Hunter: I see that.
Scott’s attention is disturbed by what seems to be a paper attached to the wall of the dressing room with the night’s run sheet on it. Scott frowns and approaches it carefully, and his eyes widen as he reads.
Scott Hunter: Hold on just one second… are you seeing this??
Brick Sunset: I SEE MANY THINGS! THE FUTURE! RAW MEAT! BEAUTIFUL WOMEN! MOST OF THE TERMINATOR MOVIES!!
Scott Hunter: No, I mean, this lineup. We aren’t on it! Brick, I have a bad feeling we weren’t booked for tonight’s show.
Brick Sunset: BRICK DOESN’T READ BOOKS!
Scott Hunter: Who even are these people? Chick Grillbreast?? That’s a person?
Brick Sunset: BRICK LIKE TO EAT AS MUCH GRILL BREAST AS HE CAN!
Scott Hunter: Yeah, well apparently there is a large slab of grilled chicken wrestling in a wrestling fight match tonight instead of us! How can that be?? Granted, the Colonel’s secret blend of herbs and spices can be potent, but surely not as potent as my figure four leglock?? And how is this person allowed to distract people with their breasts anyway? That’s nudity! This is a family show!
Brick Sunset: (moderately sad) BRICK NEVER KNEW HIS FAMILY.
Scott Hunter: (ignoring him) Let’s see… versus… Lars Bremen. How in the hell did Metallica’s drummer get a match instead of us? We’re undefeated in October and yet this guy gets a match and we don’t?? It was bad enough that he shut down Napster, but now he’s taking our spot on big wrestling shows?? See, I thought talent was important. I thought charisma was important. I thought innovative offense and devastating joint locking were important, but ohhhh this guy can play the drums, and apparently, Nothing Else Matters. It’s not fair! Do you hear me, Brick??? NOT!
Brick is currently staring at the plush monkey on the wall and does not, in fact, hear him.
Scott Hunter: What’s next… Josh Kaine versus Joey Burkhalter?? Isn’t Josh Kaine the guy who ran as Hilary Clinton’s running mate in 2016? And failed?! Why is he on this show?! This is madness!! Pure and unadulterated madness! My God! And Burkhalter?? You can’t just make up a name and run with it! This is America! There are permits required for such things! And really, grow up already, JOEY! You should be Joseph Buckwalter, not Joey! You’re not five years old and this isn’t Central Perk, you deceptively husky little trouser weasel! Do you even realize how badly I just insulted you?! No, you don’t! Because I don’t even understand it! I just open my mouth and words happen! That is the brilliance of it! That is another talent I would have brought to the table tonight if we had been properly booked for this show!
Brick Sunset: NO BOOKS!
Scott places a reassuring hand on his partner’s shoulder.
Scott Hunter: It’s okay, Brick.
Scott turns his full attention to the camera and rips the fake mustache from his face. He tried very hard to look threatening and angry, but also his lip was quivering because it really hurt when he pulled that fake mustache off just now. He does manage to hold up a threatening finger and point it at the camera, however.
Scott Hunter: Now, I’m not gonna go over every one of the matches one by one, because there are like five more, and the next two have a lot of syllables that I’m not comfortable pronouncing. Also, there are at least two serial killers involved, a tag team led by hell demons, a giant bug, a man with a cyborg’s arm, Mike De Los Queso, who sounds delicious but deadly, a very scary Japanese person challenging for the World Championship… and Laura Seton. But I will say this…
Scott steadies his finger, twirling it slightly for emphasis. Suddenly he thinks of something.
Scott Hunter: WHERE IS LINDSAY TROY?!?! Oh, let me guess, this is because Vito Valentino doesn’t think women belong in wrestling isn’t it??? Why am I asking that!? Why did I bring it up?! NOBODY KNOWS!! But she should be here!! Vito Valentino must prove to everyone that he is not a chauvinistic walking Italian penis, or else I will punch him in the face and dress him in a pussy bow blouse!! Don’t think I won’t!!! LET MY LINDSAY GO!!! OR I WILL KILL YOU RIGHT IN YOUR BIG STUPID PEPPERONI-SCENTED FACE!!! We are the most dangerous tag team on the roster, the biggest free agent pickups this company has made since they hired that guy who makes the sweet ass ham and turkey pinwheels in catering, and we demand the respect we have earned! We haven’t lost a match in like a month, maybe more!! Who else can say that?? Nobody! Not a single other team on this roster, and if you don’t agree with that, why don’t you just put your hand in a blender and turn it on, without putting any strawberries or protein powder in there or anything? That’s a really disgusting-sounding smoothie! Agree with me instead and save yourself the trouble.
Scott seems to have confused himself, but he continues, while Brick is now chewing on some of the fake vines on the wall.
Scott Hunter: So know this, Mr. person in charge whose name I haven’t bothered to memorize yet, we demand matches. We demand matches, and we demand them as soon as humanly possible. And since you apparently employ people from the underworld, we demand matches as soon as inhumanly possible as well! You hear me?? That’s two types of possible! We demand it! Matches! Possible!
Scott turns and sees Brick finishing with the vines. There’s just a plush monkey stapled to a white wall now.
Scott Hunter: BRICK!!
Bricks turns to him, stops what he’s doing, and walks over calmly.
Scott Hunter: We’re leaving.
Scott makes an exaggerated gesture toward the door and starts walking away. Brick looks at the camera, opens his mouth to speak, then changes his mind and follows Scott out of the dressing room.
Jason Johnson: What a show we have for you tonight everyone! And the fans here in the Epicenter are as excited as I’ve ever seen them, don’t you think, Eryk?
Eryk Masters: Oh there is no doubt about it, Jason, and-
SHOOT’s play-by-play announcer trails off as he looks around the arena as it begins to fill in.
Jason Johnson: Yo, boss. What’s up?
Eryk Masters: I’m just… I’m not used to seeing so many HEXXX masks in the crowd. They’re scattered everywhere it seems tonight.
Jason Johnson: I hadn’t noticed, but I suppose you’re right! There was that massively viral video featuring the number one contender for the heavyweight title, perhaps that has something to do with it?
Eryk Masters: Oh. Of course that makes a lot of sense… and, hey, HEXXX may be a group of some of the worst and most unstable fighters we’ve had in this company, but merchandise sales are merchandise sales I suppose! I can’t complain too much since it helps cover my paycheck!
Chick Grillbreast’s music hits the speakers as the fans rise to their feet, already excited by the first matchup of The Hunt as the determined looking fighter steps out onto the top of the ramp.
The fighter is wearing a shredded Daihm “The Dragon” Ferguson t-shirt with the sleeves and sides cut off, fitting him like an oversized dickey. He pounds a fist against the shirt and raises it in the air to a wild cheer from the crowd as he reaches the ring and slides inside.
Chick quickly removes the shirt, but takes great care to place it in a secure are before turning back towards the ramp.
Jason Johnson: WOO! What a way to kick off the show; but it’s too bad Chick doesn’t have the same merchandise support as HEXXX, though.
Eryk Masters: Can’t you hear his fans in the crowd, Jason? Besides, it’s hard NOT to see that guy holding up the ridiculously large container of protein mix! Sriracha flavored!
Jason Johnson: Oh god, that’s disgusting. Why would-
The lights go out across the arena, causing a massive roar to rise up from the crowd, overpowering the announce crew as everyone, especially Chick, turns their attention to the rampway as “HEX” by Dance with the Dead hits the speakers and first we see Kingslayer emerge from behind the curtain!
The imposing figure clad in his signature red demon mask stands, seemingly paralyzed at the top of the rampway as he looks around at the crowd.
Jason Johnson: Kingslayer looks confused at the reaction he is getting here tonight! I don’t think he’s used to having cheers mixed in with the boos he usually receives.
Eryk Masters: He’s not the only one confused! I assume he is here to support his HEXXX teammate Lars, but isn’t Lars taking a long time to join him?
Turning his head back towards the curtain, Kingslayer nods to someone in the back and begins to make his way down the ramp — alone.
Eryk Masters: No… it can’t be…
Jason Johnson: I think it most certainly is, Eryk! I’ve just gotten word from the back the booking for this match has just been updated and it will be KINGSLAYER who is facing off against Chick Grillbreast, not Lars von Bremen!
Eryk Masters: The fans are loving the change up, Jason, but I don’t think Chick feels the same way – being forced to face off against his former partner. But in a lot of ways these two also have a grudge match that goes back almost a year! Either way — a powder keg is about to go off in the Epicenter as The Hunt begins!
POST MATCH
As the bell rings, both fighters somehow manage to pull themselves to their feet. The fans are electric as Chick Grillbreast and Kingslayer, though clearly bruised and out of breath, are stubbornly staying in the ring, waiting for one of them to make the next move.
Eryk Masters: This is intense! I have absolutely no idea what is going to-
“Hex” by Dance with the Dead hits the speakers as, without any flare for pomp and circumstance, Ayumi Seppuku arrives alone but not unarmed.
The fans roar in disapproval as the HEXXX leader strides down the rampway with a steel chair in hand. She is yelling something to Kingslayer who does a quick turn to see her arrival but just as quickly looks back at Chick, who has not lost his lock on Kingslayer.
Jason Johnson: I’m still not sure where Lars is in all of this, but either way Chick is clearly outmatched here but is remaining defiant!
Eryk Masters: Defiant or stubborn, Jason? Even Chick can only stand up to a chair shot for so long! He should probably get out of there.
Ayumi slides the chair into the ring at Kingslayer’s feet and then slides into the ring herself. She points down to the chair, yelling at the red-masked HEXXX fighter to pick it up, which he does! Kingslayer grips the weapon tightly, his eyes locked on Chick Grillbreast as Ayumi flashes a confident smile.
Then the crowd begins to chime in. First a low rumble, but then progressively louder.
Daihmbreast!
Daihmbreast!
Daihmbreast!
Ayumi turns around to face the crowd, yelling something at them, which only makes them louder and her more upset! She turns back around and points at Chick as Kingslayer raises the chair above his head.
Eryk Masters: It looks like Ayumi’s words may be all that was needed to break Kingslayer’s seeming inability to hurt his former tag partner!
Jason Johnson: He certainly didn’t have any qualms about attacking us a couple weeks back, Eryk! Or my nephews for that matter. Chick better get an exit plan and quick!
The crowd is roaring now.
DAIHMBREAST!
DAIHMBREAST!
DAIHMBREAST!
Kingslayer still has the chair raised above his head and can’t seem to bring it down! Ayumi is fuming and yells at Kingslayer, trying to overcome the volume of the fans in attendance, but seems unable to break the stalemate with her words alone.
Ayumi lowers her head for a second before feinting into a MASSIVE SUPERKICK to Chick Grillbreast’s jaw with a thunderous CRACK that can be heard even over the crowd who has now fallen completely silent as the muscular fighter crumples to the mat like a rag doll.
Eryk Masters: Oh JESUS she’s killed him!
Jason Johnson: Is he moving!? Is he breathing!?
Kingslayer lowers the chair as he looks at the scene, dropping it low enough for Ayumi to reach for it, trying to yank the weapon out of Kingslayer’s hands, but he REFUSES TO LET GO!
Ayumi Seppuku: KINGSLAYER! KINGSLAYER GIVE IT TO ME!
The crowd is beginning to recover from their shock as they start clapping on the off beat and begin a chant, seemingly in response to Ayumi’s words.
DAIHM THE DRAGON! clap clap clap clap
DAIHM THE DRAGON! clap clap clap clap
Kingslayer’s grip tightens on the chair as the chants grow louder. He looks at Chick, then back at Ayumi, and for a split second, something shifts in his eyes. Ayumi tries one last time and manages to pry the chair away from Kingslayer, which she does, but Kingslayer responds by SLAMMING his arm through the seat portion and grabs Ayumi in a chokehold!
The crowd is on their feet, in awe of the scene as Kingslayer has a full-sized folding chair hanging off of his forearm while pulling Ayumi up off the ground a good two feet! She is kicking and struggling to break free from his grip as her HEXXX teammate looks up at her through his red demon mask before bringing her and the chair down full force onto the mat!
The chair connects squarely with the HEXXX leader’s sternum as she bounces off the ring, pushing all the air out of her body as she gasps for air and begins to claw her way slowly toward the ropes and away from Kingslayer. Meanwhile, Kingslayer walks over to the unconscious Chick Grillbreast and lets out a horrible-sounding cry of anger and pain as he reaches down and lifts the fighter up and over his shoulder like he was a sleeping bag!
Jason Johnson: I don’t believe my eyes, Eryk! How strong IS Kingslayer?
Eryk Master: That’s what you don’t believe? I can’t believe that we just saw HEXXX all but implode right in front of our eyes!
As Kingslayer swings around, his mask comes loose and drops to the mat. We see the face of Daihm Ferguson with tears streaking his face as he ignores the mask, stepping over it as he walks away from Ayumi and somehow manages to carry Chick on his back and through the middle rope, down to the floor!
Daihm grits his teeth as he makes his way up the ramp, Chick’s arms and legs hanging over his back and chest, as the fans on either side of the ramp are beginning to remove their own red HEXXX masks and throw them at Daihm’s feet, causing them to shatter into pieces as he walks over them and with each mask that shatters at Daihm’s feet, it feels like another piece of HEXXX’s hold on him is breaking apart.
With a final look back toward the ring, Daihm sees a confused and hurt Ayumi Seppuku with her arms hanging over the ropes, looking up at him not in anger, but in shock before he continues through the curtains and to the back.
BACKSTAGE
KAINE & SETON CRASH INTO EACH OTHER
We cut backstage to one of the long hallways of the SHOOT Project Epicenter.
Josh Kaine has his eyes glued to his phone, scrolling through some long wall of text with his brows furrowed in concentration. He walks, clearly oblivious to anything and everyone around him…until he manages to bump into someone and drops his phone in the process.
He immediately looks up, on his guard until he realizes exactly who he bumped into…
It’s his mother’s best friend and SHOOT Project World Champion, Laura Seton.
Laura: Hey you, long time no see!
She bends down to retrieve his phone, holding it out to him.
Josh: Thanks, Ms. Laura. It’s real nice to see you.
Laura: You still sound like a Gone With the Wind extra.
She snorts with laughter as he does too, taking his phone back with a grateful smile.
Josh: Yeah there ain’t no really changin’ how I talk without a lot of shit I ain’t got the patience for.
Laura: I have no doubt–you’ve been out of action for a while, you ready for tonight?
Josh: I am, Ms. Laura. You ready for your match with Ayumi?
Laura: Ready as I’ll ever be! Been training hard between getting the new house ready and keeping the family happy.
Josh’s smile widens.
Josh: You ever need a babysitter, you know how to reach me. You got some great kids, Ms. Laura.
Laura: Yeah I do! You know I’m not going to turn down a free babysitter; Chy and Al love you and they’ll be happy to see you again! Oh I’ve got to get going, but good luck in your match against Burkhalter tonight!
Josh: Good luck to you too, Ms. Laura–kick Ayumi’s ass!
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
IT'S A PROMISE
At first it looks like we are cutting live to the back, but when we see Kingslayer alongside Ayumi Seppuku and Lars von Bremen it becomes clear the footage is from the start of the show.
The trio of HEXXX members stand in a circular formation, not rallying for the night ahead, but in clear conflict.
Lars von Bremen: You don’t get to make that call!
Ayumi gestures at Lars before pointing at Kingslayer.
Ayumi Seppuku: This is never going to end unless he is the one to take away the distraction. We can’t keep doing it for him.
Lars von Bremen: Stop treating him like he’s your child, Ayumi. He’s not. You just can’t admit that you couldn’t seal the deal turning the boss’ kids against them and now you’re losing control of the Ferguson kid too. And if you send him out there you are going to regret it.
Ayumi Seppuku: Is that a threat, Lars?
Lars sneers as he looks up at the muted Kingslayer who hasn’t reacted at all to the escalating tension.
Lars von Bremen: Just an observation, boss. But this isn’t how Mr. Teen would handle things; he would have stomped this shit out from the get go so we can focus on the threat posed by SWARM or get revenge on Vae Victis! Or have you forgotten that they are the reason he’s in the hospital in the first place — why YOU were in the hospital.
Ayumi steps up to confront Lars, getting nose to nose with the bowling-ball shaped brute.
Ayumi Seppuku: I don’t forgive and I don’t forget, Lars. And if anyone cares about doing what NC-17 wanted it’s me, or have you forgotten that I stopped Lindsay and LOCUST to reclaim his world title shot?
Lars von Bremen: Your obsession with this title shot is going to get us all killed!
Ayumi ignores him.
Ayumi Seppuku: When I win the title, HEXXX will be untouchable. That’s what we need to focus on.
Lars snorts with laughter.
Lars von Bremen: Oh yeah? And what if you lose? What then?
Ayumi’s expression remains cold as she lets Lars’ words hang in the air — offering him the opportunity to retract them. He doesn’t.
Ayumi Seppuku: I’m not going to lose. And, you know what, Lars? If you can’t support HEXXX? If you can’t see this through? Then you’re free to go any time you like; but just remember this is a marathon and not a sprint. And when Teen does get out of the hospital? I’ll be sure to let him know just how helpful you’ve been to us while he’s been out.
Lars’s laughter drops immediately.
Lars von Bremen: Now who’s issuing the threats, Ayumi?
Ayumi smiles back at Lars, stepping away and creating separation between the pair as she places a hand on Kingslayer’s shoulder.
Ayumi Seppuku: It’s a promise, Lars.
Lars glares at Ayumi.
Ayumi Seppuku: Now that’s clear… Let’s get to work.
Backstage
A DEAD REFRAIN
The camera wide shots on the backstage of the arena, it looks back and forth before focusing on an individual. The camera slowly zooms in on a hooded individual sitting on the ground with his body against the arena wall. He lets out a heavy sigh before lifting his head, exhaling and taking off his hood.
Brandon Walker: You see, I live and breathe for this shit. My last match against Mike De Los Huesos didn’t go exactly as planned, but much in this miserable life does not. In fact, it has given me the proper opportunity to fine tune myself and make up for what I have lacked.
He pauses for a few moments before getting up and cracking his neck back and forth.
Brandon Walker: I have held myself back, I showed who I was against Jack O’Grady and I let myself become complacent, you know. The Hunt is on and I have another chance to redeem myself here. It is not a hard concept to figure out what I plan to do. I am eager to channel the things I have learned after my long injury. Would you Michael and you Ultimo Muerte like to guess?
He lifts his pant leg and shows his surgery scar before digging his thumb into it. He winces.
Brandon Walker: Pain is power. I am going to channel every ounce of pain I have withstood into this match and if the cards fall where they may, because when I am done here I am going to become the new Sin City Champion and I am going to dig two very deep graves.
Brandon smiles confidently before the feed turns static and ends abruptly.
Backstage
FACE THE MUSIC
Backstage.
Where foul deeds are afoot. Not your feet, of course. But probably the feet of these two guys.
Benjamin Colton: New plan, then?
Dennis Colton: I hope it’s better than the old plan.
Yes, it’s Benjamin and Dennis Colton. Our beloved lads, pure of heart and dumb of ass.
Benjamin Colton: The old plan was genius. Lousy damn security.
Dennis Colton: Right. How dare they not let us bring a chainsaw in the building.
The sarcasm is heavy, but Benny misses it all the same.
Benjamin Colton: I’ve got it. I just need a steel chair, some strong glue, and a box of wood screws.
Dennis Colton: Cousin…I feel like you’re missing the point here.
Benjamin Colton: I am! That’s why I need the wood screws.
Denny groans, and is just about to restate his case when they are addressed by a Voice Of Authority.
“Hello, boys. Can I get a word?”
Benjamin Colton: OK, first of all it’s “lads,” respect the branding please, and second–oh, hi Dan!
Yes, it’s the one and only Dan Stein.
Dan Stein: In my office, please.
Dennis Colton: Kinda weird how we happened to be walking past his office just now, huh.
Benjamin Colton: I wonder if the Department of Convenience is working with SHOOT Project these days…
Dan Stein: Now.
Oh shit, he used the Dad Voice on them.
Sufficiently cowed, the lads follow Dan Stein into his office.
Dennis Colton: What’s this all about, chief?
Benjamin Colton: Follow up question: what the fuckety fucking fuck are they doing here?
The Neon Saints are already sitting in Dan’s office, decked out in their colorful rave gear, glow stick shining, LED light blinking under the fluorescent lighting.
Stevie Saint: Oh hey it’s The Cowards!
DJ Saint: Think they’re here to jump us, Stevie?
Stevie Saint: Nah, we’re at full strength. They only get us when we’re weak.
Stevie smiles and levels his gaze at the Coltons.
Stevie Saint: I’d do the same if I couldn’t beat us clean.
DJ Saint: Tell us, Cowards, did Blake like the track? Is his taste in music stronger than his vertebrae?
Benjamin Colton: Keep talking, shitstain. I’ll put your bitch ass through the window.
Dennis Colton: There aren’t any windows in here.
Benjamin Colton: Won’t be saying that in a minute.
The Saints stand up in unison, ready for action. The Coltons do not, because they were already standing. Dan Stein also stands up, because he is 200% done with all of this bullshit.
Dan Stein: SIT DOWN, ALL OF YOU!
Amazingly, they do.
Dan Stein: I’ve already got more trouble than I can stand; I don’t need you four tearing up the whole place every other week. This thing between you has gotten out of hand.
Stevie Saint: We made an honest mistake. They’re the ones that started punching!
Benjamin Colton: Oh, please. Nobody’s that dumb.
Dennis Colton: Didn’t you get your arm stuck in a vending machine yesterday?
Benjamin Colton: I paid for those Cheetos! And shut up! The point is, we should be kicking your asses tonight, but I guess you were too busy making your little songs.
Dan Stein: Actually, the match paperwork never got filed.
Benjamin Colton: Someone usually does that for us.
Dan Stein: Yeah. Me.
Benjamin Colton: …thanks?
Dan Stein: Look, guys. I’ve cut you some slack ‘cause you and your family have been through a lot this year. But going off half-cocked and attacking people backstage…this isn’t you. You’re falling apart, and it’s gonna keep happening unless you need to get your heads on straight. Got it?
Benny grumbles something, raising the question of whether or not he did, in fact, got it. Anyway, gotting it was always more of Denny’s bag.
Dennis Colton: Got it.
Dan Stein: And you two. Yes, you gave them the wrong song by mistake…the first time. But this new album, where you put Blake Colton on every track? Definitely on purpose…and definitely over the line. I’ve been fighting with PRIME’s lawyers all week over that stunt. If this keeps being my problem, I will resolve it…and you will not like the outcome. Understood?
Stevie Saint: Alright, understood….maybe we went a little far.
Dan Stein: Good. I’ve signed the match between you; you’ll get it in two weeks. After that, whatever beef is between you…it’s done. Right, boys?
DJ Saint: Fine. If Moby can forgive Aphex Twin, anything is possible.
Dan Stein: Lads?
Dennis nods silently; Benny grumbles as he gives his answer.
Benjamin Colton: Fine.
Dan Stein: Glad to hear it. Now get out of here, watch the rest of the show…and for God’s sake, leave each other alone.
Dennis stands up first, and practically drags his cousin to the door. The Saints also rise, but Stein holds out a hand, making them wait until their “friends” are well clear.
Dennis Colton: Thanks, boss.
Benjamin Colton: Woulda gone way different if I had those wood screws…
Let’s get out of here. Word to your mother.
POST MATCH
Harv Norris and Rick Hull lie on the mat, utterly defeated, struggling to come to terms with the crushing reality of their loss. They’re officially out of SHOOT Project. The air in the arena is thick with tension as the crowd processes what just happened. Suddenly, Major Malice storms down the ramp, eyes blazing with unbridled fury, dragging a reluctant Roy Vezina behind him.
Malice wastes no time. He’s in the ring before anyone can react, pacing with rage. Harv and Rick are barely able to stand, but they slowly rise, clearly devastated. Malice grabs a microphone, his face twisted in anger, and launches into a tirade, his voice sharp with hate.
Major Malice: (furiously) Pathetic! Absolutely pathetic! Look at you two! You’ve embarrassed me, yourselves, and every single fan in this damn arena! You’re OUT of SHOOT Project, and it’s exactly what you deserve!
Harv, still catching his breath, looks down, his body language defeated. Rick stands next to him, trying to process the weight of Malice’s words. But Malice isn’t done—he steps forward, getting in their faces, his voice growing more venomous with each passing second.
Major Malice: (snarling, jabbing his finger at Harv and Rick) You think you’re wrestlers? You’re nothing! A couple of washed-up losers who’ve been riding my coattails for months. This is all your fault. You’ve brought nothing but shame on yourselves, on your families, and on every Canadian who’s ever cheered for you!
(Harv and Rick exchange glances, both trying to hold it together, but the weight of Malice’s words is crushing. Malice gets more personal, stepping even closer, his voice dripping with venom.)
Major Malice: (roaring, seething with rage) You’re not just failures—you’re a disgrace! You’ve ruined everything I’ve built! I should’ve kicked you both out months ago. You’re both a joke. And Roy? Look at him! Just as pathetic as you two! A broken, useless water boy! The three of you are nothing but a bunch of losers, and you’ll NEVER be anything more!
Suddenly, from behind, there’s a sickening CRACK. Malice stumbles forward, his eyes wide with shock, before collapsing to the mat. Standing over him, holding a broken hockey stick in his hands, is Roy Vezina. The arena falls silent, the crowd gasping in shock. Roy stares down at the shattered stick in his hands, clearly stunned by his own actions.
For a long moment, no one moves. Harv and Rick stand frozen, their eyes locked on Roy. Malice groans on the mat, dazed and confused. And then, as if a switch flips, Roy’s expression hardens. The old Roy Vezina, the brash, confident leader of The Punch Line, begins to reemerge. He tosses the broken stick aside and looks at Harv and Rick, both of whom nod in silent agreement. The three of them move in on Malice.
Harv is the first to strike, landing a brutal elbow to the back of Malice’s head. Rick follows up with a vicious stomp to Malice’s ribs. The crowd erupts as The Punch Line begins to systematically dismantle their former leader. Each hit is full of months of pent-up rage and frustration. Every blow lands with sickening force, driving Malice deeper into the mat.
Malice tries to cover up, but it’s no use. Harv grabs him by the hair, dragging him up to his feet before slamming him face-first into the turnbuckle. Blood starts to pour from Malice’s nose, staining the canvas. Rick grabs a steel chair from ringside, and without hesitation, slams it down onto Malice’s back. The sickening thud echoes through the arena as Malice crumples to the mat, blood trickling from his mouth.
The crowd is on its feet, half in shock, half cheering, as The Punch Line exacts their revenge. Harv pulls Malice up again, only to drive a knee into his face, further busting him open. Blood splatters across the mat as Malice slumps against the ropes, barely conscious.
But Roy isn’t done. With a smirk that grows more confident with each passing second, he climbs to the top rope, just like the old Roy Vezina. The crowd knows what’s coming as Roy balances himself, looking down at the bloodied, broken body of Major Malice. With one final, defiant leap, Roy delivers a picture-perfect elbow drop, landing squarely on Malice’s chest, driving the air—and whatever fight was left—out of him.
Malice lays motionless, his face covered in blood, gasping for air. Harv and Rick grab his limp body and dump him unceremoniously to the floor outside the ring, leaving him in a heap as the crowd roars with approval. The Punch Line stands tall in the center of the ring, bloodied but victorious in their own way. Roy picks up a microphone, his voice shaky but filled with emotion.
Roy Vezina: (breathing heavily, looking out at the crowd) We’re sorry. For everything. We know things didn’t always go the way we wanted, and we didn’t always see eye to eye with you, the fans. But everything we did… we did it to put on a show for you.
Harv and Rick stand beside him, both men nodding in agreement, clearly emotional. The crowd begins to chant, “Thank you, Punch Line! Thank you, Punch Line!” as Roy continues.
Roy Vezina: (somberly) We’ll miss this place. SHOOT Project… it was everything to us. We might be gone, but The Punch Line will always be a part of this place. And maybe… one day… we can make it up to you.
The crowd’s chant grows louder as Roy, Harv, and Rick stand together, united one last time. The emotion in the air is palpable as the three men soak in the moment, knowing this is their last time in a SHOOT ring. Roy takes a deep breath, looking at his teammates before turning back to the crowd.
Roy Vezina: (with a small, bittersweet smile) Thank you, SHOOT Project. We’re gonna miss this place.
The Punch Line, together one last time, exit the ring, leaving the bloodied body of Major Malice behind. The crowd roars in approval as they make their way up the ramp, each man taking one final look at the arena before disappearing behind the curtain. The scene fades to black, marking the end of The Punch Line’s time in SHOOT Project.
BACKSTAGE
IT'S THAT, THAT, THAT SIMPLE
Fresh off his victory over a very game Lexi Gold, Vito Valentino walks down a backstage corridor with a towel hanging around his head. He removes his elbow pads while simultaneously wiping the sweat off his head by pulling off the towel rigorously. With Abigail Chase standing by the locker room door, Vito stops short of walking through the door as SHOOT Project’s most tenured interviewer gains his attention.
Abigail Chase: Vito!
Vito Valentino: Abigail!
They both share a laugh before Abigail inevitably asks away.
Abigail Chase: The world just witnessed you powering your way past Lexi Gold. The question is simple: what’s next for Vito Valentino?
Vito smiles.
Vito Valentino: So, if I understand this right, I hear SHOOT Project’s next Pay-Per-View event features an over the top rope gauntlet battle royal?
Abigail nods.
Abigail Chase: That’s correct.
Vito runs his fingers through his “Anvil-esque” beard.
Vito Valentino: And if I’m to understand this correctly as well, it’s called the Redemption Rumble?
Once again, Abigail nods her head.
Vito Valentino: Sweet! So, yeah. That.
She cocks her head a bit.
Abigail Chase: That?
Vito Valentino: Yep. That.
Taking a few seconds so as to not interrupt further elucidation, Abigail finally follows up.
Abigail Chase: Okay, sooooo… what about that?
Vito chuckles.
Vito Valentino: What about that? Simple. I’m gonna enter that.
He pauses for a moment.
Vito Valentino: And if I’m also getting this right, the winner of that gets a shot at THE title?
Abigail Chase: Indeed.
A teeth-bearing grin crawls across his face.
Vito Valentino: Then? I’m gonna win that.
He looks toward the camera a bit more seriously.
Vito Valentino: I don’t care if it’s ten, twenty, fifty, or a hundred other bodies I have to toss outta the ring. I don’t care who has the title; whether it’s Ayumi, Laura, or by GOD Austin Anderson! I’m tellin’ the world, right here and now, that the SmashShow is walkin’ into Redemption a challenger and out the number one contender for the SHOOT Project World Heavyweight Championship!
Abigail nods and really has nothing else to ask him. Vito shrugs.
Vito Valentino: It really is that simple.
He disappears into the locker room as Abigail looks toward the camera.
Abigail Chase: Well, guys. Vito certainly has his sights set on what’s next! Back to you!
We transition back to ringside.
POST MATCH
IMMEDIATELY after the bell, Ultimo Muerte rises to his feet and thunders his way to MDLH, clubbing him in the back! Mike falls to the mat, unaware of what just hit him. Mike grabs at his back in pain!
Eryk Masters: Ah, c’mon, Muerte! Why are you doing this?
Jason Johnson: Ultimo Muerte has to feel shown up by the retaining Mike de los Huesos, Eryk! He’s trying to save face!
Eryk Masters: I think he’s just trying to teach the smaller man a lesson in respect, Jason.
Brandon Walker rolls out of the ring and looks up at the attack, but Pandora is quick to step between Walker and the ring. Ultimo Muerte brings MDLH to his feet and CLOTHESLINES the absolute SNOT out of him, both men falling to the mat.
Eryk Masters: Brandon Walker makes a business decision in heading to the back. I don’t think he wants to get into too much drama in his first month in the company!
Jason Johnson: Can’t say I blame him, Ultimo Muerte is one scary guy.
Muerte, now on his knees, grabs Mike by the hair and pulls his head up. Muerte starts to rub the paint off of MDLH’s face! Muerte leans down and gnaws on Mike’s forehead! Blood spurts out of Mike’s face! Pandora walks up the ring steps and ducks under the top rope. She has a microphone in hand.
Pandora: Mr. de los Huesos. Do we have your attention?
Eryk Masters: What does she mean, his ‘attention’?!
Pandora walks over to Ultimo Muerte and taps him on the shoulder. Muerte grabs the bloodied MDLH under his armpits and lifts him up in a bearhug, then SLAMS him back to the mat with a spinebuster. Mike convulses on the mat!
Eryk Masters: Stop this! Your client already lost, Pandora!
Pandora looks over at Eryk Masters, having heard him scream at her. Pandora smiles and gestures at MDLH once again. Ultimo Muerte stands Mike up on his feet and tucks Mike’s head for a jackknife! Suddenly, the booing fans ERUPT as Golden Burkhalter sprints from the back to the ring, causing Pandora to make her way out of it. Burkhalter slides under the bottom rope, leaps to his feet, and DRILLS Muerte in the head with a flying forearm. Muerte collapses onto the ropes, while MDLH collapses to the ground.
Pandora laughs to herself as she raises the microphone back to her mouth, speaking directly to Burkhalter.
Pandora: Mr. Burkhalter. This was not your fight to interfere in. You will be dealt with, in time. Our message is not for you, but for your new ‘friend’.
Muerte collects himself, stands to his feet, and looks at Burkhalter. Pandora yells something at him in Spanish. Muerte falls between the top and middle rope and outside to his feet. Pandora goes to her client, checks on him briefly, before returning to look up into the ring and at the stirring Mike de los Huesos.
Pandora: Awake now, Mike?
MDLH flips her the bird. Pandora smiles.
Pandora: Good. You want to cover half of your face with paint? Ultimo Muerte laughs at the disrespect. You don’t know Death. You don’t understand Death the way Ultimo Muerte does. You wear that paint as a fashion statement. Ultimo Muerte wants you to earn it. The best way to do that?
Survive Ultimo Muerte 1-on-1. He will be ready for you at Redemption.
BACKSTAGE
ALONE
Lars Von Bremen: I fucking told you, Ayumi! I fucking told you he would pull that shit!
Ayumi has a pack of ice on her sternum, trying to soothe the pain from the chair shot that she took earlier from Kingsl-no, Daihm—the shot she took from Daihm Ferguson.
Ayumi Seppuku: You’re… you’re right. Lars. I fucked up. But that’s why we can’t fall apart now. We are so close and I know that we’re slowly getting through to people. People that can help us.
Lars Von Bremen: Help us?! Look around you! Those bug freaks want us dead, Vae Victis wants us dead, the entirety of management wants us dead, and it’s just us now. Fucking hell, I knew that kid couldn’t be trusted. I kept trying to tell you, to tell Mr. Teen, that that fucking kid wasn’t ever going to be one of us! But you were too stu-
Ayumi shoots up, ignoring the pain in her abdomen to get face to face with Lars, as much as she can anyway. Lars fumes, Ayumi fumes, but neither says anything for a long beat, just staring at each other with tension and anger.
Ayumi Seppuku: Choose your words — and your actions — carefully, Lars.
Lars stares down at Ayumi for a few more moments, angry, frustrated, and ready to burst, but not ready to blow up on her.
Lars Von Bremen: I ain’t going to do anything to you. Mr. Teen was your friend, one of the few he had. I ain’t going to war with you out of respect for him.
Lars turns. He collects his jacket, his duffle bag, and all of his stuff.
Lars Von Bremen: But I can’t sit around waiting for all your enemies to come and collect their pound of flesh. I can’t protect you and you can’t protect me.
Lars walks to the door. He stops for a moment and turns to Ayumi.
Lars Von Bremen: I’m out, Ayumi. I’m out.
Lars turns back around and makes his way to the door. Ayumi slumps down on the locker room bench and leans her head back.
Ayumi Seppuku: What I said earlier, Lars? About talking to Teen. Just forget it. I’ll figure this out on my own. And don’t think I don’t get it.. I do. You’re just… well…
Ayumi lets out a little laugh.
Ayumi Seppuku: You’ll figure it out soon enough. And when you do… HEXXX will always be here waiting for you.
Lars stops in the doorway. He snickers a little.
Lars Von Bremen: You take care of yourself, Ayumi. I’ll…I’ll be rooting for you in the main event.
With that, Lars leaves the HEXXX locker room. And with the click of the door latch Ayumi Seppuku, once again finds herself alone with everything on the line. She holds herself and pulls her legs up onto the bench, slowly rocking back and forth in silence.
Ayumi Seppuku: Fuck.
IN THE RING
Eryk Masters: Oh here we go, Jason! Our main event!
Jason Johnson: And what a matchup, Eryk. I mean… especially after what has already happened tonight it’s hard to know what kind of a mental state Ayumi will be in and we all know Laura will be ready to do anything to protect her title.
Eryk Masters: Just as a recap, Laura Seton is our first and only two-time female heavyweight champion in SHOOT’s nearly 25-year history with Ayumi being the first female ever to WIN the heavyweight championship although, at the time, that was not known to be the case.
Jason Johnson: Two trailblazers and icons here for sure, Eryk, although I can’t say I would be disappointed if Ayumi doesn’t add to her legacy tonight; I think that the way she has managed to force her way into this spot, through intimidation, violence, and quite frankly, luck, is just… well it wouldn’t feel right to have her as SHOOT Heavyweight Champion in my book.
Eryk Masters: Hard to argue that logic, Jason, but you have to admit that against Lindsay Troy, against RIA, and against LOCUST, Ayumi was able to earn her way into this spot. The only question now is will Ayumi still have enough in the tank after tonight for her to become Heavyweight Champion?
The lights go down in the arena as a roar rises from the crowd. Anticipating the throbbing beats of Dance with the Dead and the iconic HEXXX logo, the fans in attendance simply get black silence for what seems like an uncomfortable length of time.
Then a spotlight kicks on and shows that Ayumi Seppuku is already in the ring! The fans react with shock and excitement that somehow doesn’t match the expression on the number one contender’s face as she mutedly checks the ring ropes and focuses her attention on anything but the crowd.
Eryk Masters: Jason, I am so used to these bombastic entrances from Ayumi that I have to say I’m in a bit of shock here; she seems… out of it.
Jason Johnson: Kingslayer’s betrayal earlier in the evening and Lars von Bremen’s refusal to work with her anymore has put her on a proverbial island, Eryk. Rightfully deserved, in my opinion, but it doesn’t make for great entertainment — that’s for sure.
The crowd begins to boo, as the spotlight stays on Ayumi, but the reaction is tepid at best; that is until the jumbotron lights up and flashes a shot of Laura Seton, standing at the top of the rampway, holding her title belt. A second spotlight swings over to land on Laura who has a microphone in hand and a look of disgust on her face.
The champion taps the microphone long enough to get a fresh *pop* *pop* *pop* sound; meanwhile, Ayumi is run a mic by a stagehand. She grabs it dismissively but holds on to it as she turns her attention to Laura.
Laura Seton: You’d think tonight was about to be one of the most looked forward-to matches of my life. World Heavyweight Championship defense against not just a potential Hall of Famer, but someone who’s already in the Hall! What better way to continue building a resume than beating a past Champion like Ayumi? One of the supposed more skilled competitors of SHOOT’s past…
But instead of looking as excited as her words should be making her, Laura instead appears indifferent. She shrugs.
Laura Seton: But I don’t know if that’s the case. Because as I look out to that ring, I don’t know if I’m looking at someone that’s really… all that. Because instead of seeing ever-popular and major threat Ayumi, well… I see someone that has almost nothing for support these days and someone that–mmmm, maybe I’d get just as strong a challenge out of Hank Hercules right now–because at least Hank seems to have some sort of “want” instead of being, I don’t know… dejected. Or… should I say rejected.
The crowd roars as Ayumi’s eyes snap to focus on Laura as the number one contender raises the microphone she was handed up to her lips, but then she lowers it, and looks down at the mat. Meanwhile Laura just rolls her eyes.
Laura Seton: Now what?? Or maybe the better question is…
Laura takes a couple small steps towards the ring, getting a few cheers from those hoping this leads to a closer confrontation.
Laura Seton: Who the hell are you?? Because right now, you’re not Ayumi Seppuku. You’re not a number one contender who earned it the right way. You’re not a joke, far from it–but you’re not someone that’s about to give out her heart in the ring. I don’t see that, Ayumi.
And I think that sucks. In fact, like anyone that no longer wants anything to do with you; I think you suck!
You’re a damn good wrestler when you want to be, but that’s all you got right now. Your personality is garbage. For some reason you don’t seem motivated even right now.
Voice: You don’t get to talk to her like that, Seton.
Laura recoils slightly, surprised by the interjection as a third spotlight finds its way over to the first row barricade behind the announce table where Ayumi’s fiancée and manager Zee has appeared and grabs her own microphone — as we see under the spotlight, she is surrounded by a crowd of people wearing HEXXX-style masks.
Ayumi is also taken aback, her instincts to get over to Zee to stop her from antagonizing Laura overridden by shock. Laura, meanwhile, simply shakes her head.
Laura Seton: Who gave this one a micr-
Zee: I SAID SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH AND STOP BEING A BULLY!
The buzzing crowd noise cuts to near silence as Zee commands the arena, looking at Laura but clearly talking to Ayumi, who is stunned but locked on to her partner’s words.
Laura cracks a confident smile.
Laura Seton: Coming from HEXXX, that’s real rich. Ayumi is the biggest bully of them all and you know it. And I’m going to be doing this company and the world a favor when I end their curse over SHOOT by ending her career tonight.
Ayumi turns to look at Zee who lowers the microphone and reaches into her pocket to pull out a lighter.
Eryk Masters: Oh god! Is she going to set this place on fire! Stop drop and roll, Jason!
Jason Johnson: No, Eyrk… look…
One by one, section by section, first dozens, then hundreds, of lights from cell phones and lighters fill the arena reflecting HEXXX masks of all shapes and colors. Ayumi’s shocked face is bathed in the same fluorescent glow while Laura looks incredulous as Zee speaks again.
Zee: WE’RE not the bullies, Laura. Remember? We’re the villains of your self-made fairytale. We’re the monsters. We’re the animals… And tonight you’re our prey.
The champion throws her microphone down and sprints down the rampway, her speed increasing as she approaches the ring, trying to catch Ayumi off guard.
Zee: AYUMI!
Ayumi snaps to attention as the house lights go up in the arena revealing an smiling, eager-looking Laura Seton now in the ring and just inches away from her challenger. Ayumi’s eyes narrow as she smiles back at Laura and gestures for her to make a move.
POST MATCH
As the bell rings, an exhausted, but victorious Laura Seton rolls away from her opponent, taking a moment to look up at the ceiling before reaching up to cover her face with her hands, not exactly weeping, but all the same clearly overcome with emotion.
Eryk Masters: What a win for Laura Seton as she once again retains the Heavyweight title! These two are icons in the business for a reason, Jason, and whatever you may think about their pasts or even their presents, there is still a lot ahead for them in the future.
Jason Johnson: The fans got a real show tonight and for as much as Laura was trying to play it cool, you know this match against Ayumi meant a lot to her.
The fans begin to chant Laura’s name as she slowly rises to her feet, walking over to collect the Heavyweight title. As she does, a battered and bruised Ayumi Seppuku finally begins to push herself up, getting to a seated position and looking out into the crowd.
Laura throws the belt over her shoulder and grabs a microphone, cautiously keeping her distance as she turns back to look at Ayumi with a genuine smile on her face.
Laura Seton: Thanks for that, Ayumi. It’s what I always dreamed of…
Pockets of fans in the crowd begin to boo Laura, shouting — and warning — to leave Ayumi alone right now.
Laura inches closer, seemingly wanting to extend a hand to help Ayumi up off the mat. As she does, we can hear commotion from directly behind the announce team as crowd control as begun to flank the area.
Eryk Masters: What the fuck?
Jason Johnson: Oh sh-
Her entire focus on Ayumi, Laura is not seeing that several fans in HEXXX masks, led by Zee, have broken through security and are quickly approaching the ring.
Laura Seton: You’re tough, Ayumi. You always have been… and quite frankly. If you weren’t this… version of yourself. Maybe you would have won tonight.
Ayumi turns to face Laura, her eyes wide as she looks down at the outstretched hand. Meanwhile, from all corners of the ring, masked figures – one in red, one in yellow, one in pink – are joining Zee in slowly making their way up the steps, ready to climb through the ropes. The fans are screaming, trying to warn Laura as she continues unphased.
Laura Seton: I hope this has been a wake up call for you, Ayumi. And that now you can put all of this bullshit HEXXX stuff behind you, take responsibility for your actions, and apologize. To Dan Stein. To Lennox Ferguson. To Jack Johnson. To Josh Johnson. To Jamie Johnson. To Lindsay Troy. To RIA. And to ME.
Zee and the three figures have each entered the ring, circling Laura and Ayumi as the champion finally looks up and sees the danger she’s in. Her confident expression falters as she pulls back and retracts her show of sportsmanship. She looks around, attention snapping between each masked figure as they slowly step forward, closing the distance.
Eryk Masters: Laura’s in serious trouble, Jason! There’s no way of telling who or what these things are but they are clearly pissed off!
Jason Johnson: I don’t know if Ayumi planned this, Eryk, but I don’t think HEXXX is as dead as we thought they might be! At least as far as these fans are concerned.
Eryk Masters: I… don’t think those are fans, Jason.
We can see Ayumi begin to laugh as she pushes herself up from the ground and stabilizes herself a bit. She spits a mouth full of blood onto the mat and gets within inches of Laura’s face as the champion tries her best to keep her head on a swivel, watching as the figures get even closer, tightening the circle around her.
Ayumi reaches forward and snatches the microphone away from Laura, locking eyes as the crowd is leaning in, hanging on every word.
Ayumi Seppuku: Apologize? APOLOGIZE?!
Ayumi’s wild green eyes are offset by the streaks of blue in her hair and red blood streaking her face from the fight. She throws her head back in a cackling laughter.
Ayumi Seppuku: Oh… Laura, Laura, Laura. Don’t you remember what I said earlier? This isn’t about pride and this isn’t about me. It was never just about me.
Ayumi raises her gaze, looking over Laura’s shoulder to lock eyes with Zee who nods.
Ayumi Seppuku: It’s all about sending a message.
Like a flipped switch, the masked figures engage. The pink mask, dressed in white trench coat and black top, strikes first, vaulting forward in a front flip and SLAMS their feet into the shoulders of the champion. She drops to a knee and tries to brace herself but the yellow masked figure, wearing a golden robe and black sports bra and leggings, slams their fist into Laura’s jaw as the fans begin to show their disapproval.
Laura checks her mouth, spitting blood, as she looks up to see the red masked figure in a full black suit and tie looking down at her as they reach over and grabs Laura’s arms, yanking them forward before raising their knee cleanly into Laura’s septum and dropping the champion like a sack of bricks in the middle of the ring as blood begins to pool around her face, but she doesn’t stay down! She looks up at Ayumi with a mixture of anger, shock, and sadness.
The crowd is raining boos as well as bottles and other assorted trash into the ring as the three masked figures take a step back, allowing Ayumi to step forward and kneel down. She grabs Laura’s face between her hands and leans in, placing a kiss on Laura’s bloody lips before standing back up.
Ayumi Seppuku: I tried to warn you…
She turns and smiles as the three figures reach up and place their hands on their respective masks as they begin to remove their facial coverings as audible gasps roll through the arena.
Belle Grant.
RAIKO.
Judy-E DiMitri.
The five women stand united in the ring over the bloody and beaten Laura Seton as Ayumi looks out into the crowd with Laura’s blood coating her eerie smile.
Ayumi Seppuku: The Hunt isn’t over, SHOOT Project. It’s only just beginning.
BLACK.
