High Roller Presents: Make Your Own Luck SuperShow Results

BACKSTAGE
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Somewhere over the midwestern United States, an Embraer Legacy 500 private jet soared through the air, carrying Jack Graves and his agent Sadie Beckett toward the “Make Your Own Luck” High Roller Supershow at the MGM Grand Garden Arena. He was scheduled to be the opening match in a Showcase Championship showdown against reigning champ Veronica Sawyer, someone he’d formed something of a friendship with after beating her in their first encounter. Jack didn’t look like someone excited about the opportunity ahead of him though. Instead, he was somewhat cantankerous as he stared out the window at the ground below.

Finally, he broke the silence in the cabin.

Jack Graves: I don’t know why the fuck I’m even doing this…

Sadie Beckett: Can you narrow down what ‘this’ is?

Sadie retorted, looking up from her laptop. Jack furrowed his brow at her and cracked open a beer, taking a sip before giving her a grunt in return.

Jack Graves: I mean all of this. Wrestling. Playing by the rules. Busting my ass in multiple promotions each week and earning these title shots, only to get fucked over or drop the ball each time and leave empty-handed. Not to mention, I keep doing everything I can to play nice with these fucking people, but everywhere I go people push me and they push me until I snap. Then they call ME the bad guy, and you know what? Maybe I’m ready to embrace it. Maybe I’m ready to stop following the fucking rules and fighting for respect and acceptance. Maybe I should fight for my own personal gain instead. I don’t know.

He paused, taking another sip of the beer as he contemplated what he’d just word vomited at her.

Jack Graves: I honestly sometimes feel like I’ve spread myself too thin, and I’ve made so many enemies that I have to have not one but TWO bodyguards watching my six. I don’t have the option of playing nice anymore. I mean, I like Veronica Sawyer and she’s one of the few that has been nice to me lately, but it almost feels like I need to go out there and make an example out of her. I need to start stepping on motherfuckers to get to the top… but I said I wasn’t going to be that man ever again.

Jack gave a sigh and his eyes went back to the window as he continued to nurse his open beer.

Sadie frowned and shifted closer, crossing her legs at the knee. The sun from the plane windows caught on the diamond-encrusted necklace at her throat, signaling that they’d shifted directions as they navigated toward Vegas.

Sadie Beckett: Only you can make that decision, Jack. If you feel like wrestling is turning you back into someone you don’t want to be…just say the word and I’ll handle everything. If you want to stop being Jack Graves the wrestler and go and be Jack Graves the movie star or whatever? I can make that happen. But ultimately it’s up to you.

He scoffed at the idea of becoming a movie star and downed the rest of his beer as he thought about what she’d said. He’d always dreamt of being Jack Graves The Wrestler. Being right here where he was at, selling out crowds and whooping wholesale ass. He’d always dreamt of becoming a champion. Collecting titles by beating the best that the sport had to offer. But the folks in this business and that lust for gold were bringing a dark side back out of him that he’d kept buried for quite some time.

Jack turned back from the window to look at Sadie once more, a coldness in his stare as he spoke.

Jack Graves: I guess we’ll see how things play out.

BACKSTAGE
Veronica Sawyer: I hope tonight is everything you hoped it would be, Jack.

The camera pans back slightly to reveal the reigning and defending Showcase champion, Veronica Sawyer, who is already dressed in her ring gear for tonight’s event. After all she will be the one kicking things off for Make Your Own Luck as she once again defends her beloved title. Veronica has chosen to wear her gold ring gear, appropriately, and she has taken the time to get her hair done in a rather intricate hairdo consisting of some French braids pulled back on the top of her head.

Veronica Sawyer: Without the victory, of course, because there is no chance that I’m about to lose my grip on my Showcase championship belt.

A small giggle follows her statement as Veronica offers the camera a slightly playful wink. She is holding onto her championship belt in a rather possessive manner as it is displayed with pride over her left shoulder. Her other hand gently rubbing over the golden plate while she presses her lips together in a pout, showing off the deep shade of red she has picked out.

Veronica Sawyer: It is rather flattering to think about how you decided to come and follow me here in High Roller Wrestling. We both know that you beat me in the Maybelline Moss Invitational, but not without me taking you to your absolute limit first, and somehow still there’s a part of you that thought it would be a good idea to challenge me for MY title? The very one that I have been defending at almost every show since I first won it. The very one that I believe I have been elevating well beyond the level it was when first created. The ones who held the Showcase championship before me, they don’t matter, not anymore. None of them were able to do what I have done in the short time since it first came into my possession.

Veronica pauses for a brief moment as she shifts her beloved golden prize up higher along her shoulder, taking a determined stance, her other hand now placed upon her hip.

Veronica Sawyer: I’ve made it so outside members of this business came running to High Roller Wrestling for the opportunity to step inside of the ring against me. They know when they are going up against Veronica Sawyer that they are dealing with the real deal. They are dealing with a woman who has been bred for this business since before she even learned how to walk. Maybe Jack is hoping that another victory over me, one with a championship attached no less, will do even more for his career and I can admire that kind of mindset. It’s one that feels almost too familiar with my own. However I am not someone’s stepping stone to further their career. I happen to owe Jack Grave a big fat L in his record book at my hands to make up for what happened during the MMI. I didn’t forget how easily it could have been me instead.

There’s another brief pause from Veronica as she glances around at her surroundings almost as if she was soaking up this moment. Only minutes away from her own match and it was clear that her level of confidence was at an all time high.

Veronica Sawyer: This time Jack is coming into my house, going after my gold, and he really thinks it’s about to be a repeat performance. I know that he does. He’s cocky enough. I happen to be as well, you never lack in confidence when you’re a woman such as myself, and now there’s a lot more on the line compared to the invitational. My championship, my pride, the very reason as to why I even wanted to get into this business in the first place. You see, as soon as I became the Showcase champion, I set a very firm goal in my own mind, where I wanted to make sure that High Roller Wrestling and the world knew that THIS was the championship belt everyone should be fighting to hold. My vision is coming true in the ways that I went outside of this company to fight and put High Roller Wrestling further on the map and very much in the way that I am helping to bring more talent to the roster. The kind that wants to fight me and the kind that is going to be losing to me here tonight. Very soon. I just hope that Jack makes good on his word to get me that drink, much like I did back when he beat me, feels only fair.

Veronica gives another wink for the benefit of the audience watching before she turns in the direction to walk away from the camera. She needs to finish getting ready for her title defense and as she is walking, we are treated to one last shot of our Showcase champion with her confident stride making her way down the hall.

Veronica Sawyer: And now you’re watching me walk away because all eyes are on me. Always.

IN RING
“Outlaw Man” By Nu Breed echoes out through the arena, followed by the roar of a motorcycle engine as Jack Graves rolls out to the top of the ramp on a vintage Harley Davidson Street Glide. He pauses for a moment, seemingly taking in the energy of the MGM Grand as he listens to the roar of the crowd mixed with the roar of the bike.

Graves is all smiles as he tips the bike up on the kickstand, kills the engine, and dismounts to head down the ramp with his agent Sadie Beckett in tow. They split at the bottom of the ramp with Jack making his way up the ring steps to wipe his boots on the apron and enter the ring; Meanwhile, Sadie fetches her client a microphone and she then makes her way into the ring to take her place beside him, handing it over.

Jack paces for a moment, contemplating what he might say, but Sadie stops him mid-stride and the mic can hear her say;

Sadie Beckett: Speak your mind.

Jack nods, raising the microphone to his lips as he finally tears his eyes from hers.

Jack Graves: I wanted to come out here tonight and be honest with you folks. I uh… I almost didn’t come here tonight. I had this moment of clarity on the plane and I asked myself… “Jack, Why the fuck do you even do this? Why do you love this stupid fucking business so much?”

A chorus of boos begins to echo through the crowd, and this seems to set Jack off.

Jack Graves: You know what? SHUT THE FUCK UP. You fickle pieces of shit are part of the problem. Part of the reason I almost stayed home and said to hell with this match and this business in general.

The crowd is stunned almost to silence. No matter how bad things had gotten with Jack lately, he’d NEVER turned on the fans before. Taking it one step further, he immediately spits on the canvas, an ultimate sign of disrespect, and extends his middle finger to the fans who are booing heavily now for the once fan favorite.

Jack Graves: Oh boo hoo. You know what? From day one I’ve been all about you, the fans. I’ve left blood, sweat, and tears out here each time I’m in this ring, FOR YOU. I’ve had my personal life dragged out into the daylight, I’ve had relationships ruined, friendships tested, and I’ve been fucked over more times than I can count but I keep coming back, FOR YOU. Now you wanna boo me? Go ahead, BOO ME BITCH. I’m tired of doing things for YOU and for EVERYONE ELSE. From this moment on, I’m doing what’s best for ME, no matter what that takes. All you folks are to me are dollar signs now. Cash cows. You fucking mean NOTHING to me anymore, and that started the minute you CHEERED me being attacked by a tire iron.

The heat is tremendous now as the building echoes with boos and shouts back at him. Jack pays them no mind though. He just continues his speech, rolling his eyes at their reaction.

Jack Graves: But you know what? It’s funny… I was the one who was almost Nancy Kerrigan’d but all I’ve heard lately is how I’M the “bad guy.” YOU PEOPLE PUSHED ME TO THIS POINT. I came into this business as “The Gentleman.” I tried to play nice, I tried to follow the rules and win matches cleanly and by the book. I tried to be friendly, and live my life in peace, but nooooo. You wanted to bring THIS Jack Graves back to the surface, didn’t you? You pushed, and you prodded, and you accused… until I became what you created. A FUCKING MONSTER.

Jack snarls, looking like a rabid redneck as he tears his shirt off and tosses it outside of the ring.

Jack Graves: Well HERE I AM. TAKE A LOOK AT THE BAD GUY YOU SO DESPERATELY WANTED, MOTHERFUCKERS.

Jack is seething as he paces the ring, but there is a cold look in his eye when he turns up the ramp with a wicked grin and calls for the champion. His demeanor steels as he speaks.

Jack Graves: Ronnnnniiiieeee… I hate that it has to be you. You were so nice to me. You were a diamond in the rough. When these shit heels were trying me, and testing my gangster day in and day out, YOU showed me respect. Even after I beat you into the canvas the first time we met.

Jack sucks his teeth and shakes his head, staring into the hard camera.

Jack Graves: Bless your poor little heart, you have no idea what you are walking into. I’m going to obliterate you if you don’t put a stop to me. Because I don’t just want your gold anymore, Ronnie. Naw, The Division and I are coming for ALL the gold, in ALL of the promotions under this Liberty umbrella, and then some. No one ANYWHERE is safe. This is the revenge of the black sheep. The rise of the outlaws and outsiders. This is retribution for the ones that have been disrespected and stepped on for far too long. NOW WE are the ones that are going to be stepping on anyone who DARES to get in our way and making them pay with blood. We are hell-bent on taking everything that you love, ripping it to shreds, and incinerating it to nothing but ashes. So come out here and stop me. Show these pathetic fans some love, and give them something to cheer about because these imbeciles won't be getting it from me any longer.

He begins pulling off the rest of his entrance attire and tossing it outside of the ring as he speaks.

Jack Graves: Or you can come out here and lay that belt at my feet and walk away unharmed. The choice is yours. Tik Tock.

With that, he takes a seat in the middle of the ring and flips the mic aside with a yawn as the boos continue to rain down on “The Outlaw”

BACKSTAGE
The camera picked up an image of the High Roller Wrestling Tag Team Championships, the beautiful title belts sat on a roulette table backstage, recently vacated by the split painting of Team Madness. As the camera lingered on the vacant titles, text appeared at the bottom of the screen, reminding fans that the titanic championship match between the Daughters of Janus and The Mighty Nightfall was coming up shortly. It was as this happened that the camera cut to one of the many hallways backstage, Athena Adler waiting impatiently as she prepared for this opportunity.

Athena Adler: This is it. No messing, no interference, no teams rushing in to ruin everything we have patiently waited for. Just us, and those vile Nightfall bitches. They have nothing to hide behind now.

Sophia Janus: This is your moment, sister.

She was attired in all black, with accents of gold across her faux leather effect catsuit, her hair in a bun and her makeup making her look like a wicked witch. She glared into the distance, her younger sibling Sophia fixing a crown of golden roses to her head.

Athena Adler: Our moment.

Sophia smiled at this. Athena had never been all too warm to her youngest sibling since she had appeared on the scene, and this seemed to warm the beautiful model.

Athena Adler: This is our destiny. The Janus destiny. For too long we have been held down. Too often have our matches been ruined by those jealous of our natural talents. For so long we showed we were the superior team to the Madness troop, but they wouldn’t give us our shot. And then when they did, Night and Grimes had to ruin it had every turn. But no more. No more running for them, no more hiding. This is our shot. This is our chance. And nothing can hold the Janus Dynasty back.

As Athena went on with steely determination, less outspoken than she usually was, the lights seemed to flicker a little. Sophia spotted it, looking around herself as the bulbs flashed on and off, though Athena didn’t seem to flinch at all.

Athena Adler: We’ve always made our own luck. Me and Minerva. Zoey did herself with all her success. And Norah… Rowen… She made her own a world over. Even you, Sophia, finding your way to us.

The walls seemed to quiver and warp, the paintwork melting as the drops from the paint seemed to fizzle and hiss as they hit the floor. Thick, purple smog seemed to fill the hallway, those lights flickering violently, as a poster to the side of them depicting the Mighty Nightfall seemed to tear itself apart. A single light shone upon Athena’s head, bathing her in glory, as a thunderous drum began to bang out in the background. Sophia looked about herself, bewildered at what was happening, though for Adler, it seemed like nothing was happening at all.
Minerva Janus: Always back to us.

Suddenly, all was normal. The melting walls, the smog, the drums, all of it was gone. Minerva stood there in a matching outfit to her twin, looking like a mirror image of her. All apart from the lantern she carried in her hand, blazing brightly.

Minerva Janus: Our time, our measure. Our quest, our treasure. Our chance, our belts. Their hearts will melt. And on this day, and through it all, we make our own luck… And will stand tall.

Athena Adler: We will. Time to bring gold back to the House of Janus.

The trio then began to make their way to their position, ready to battle it out to add HRW title glory to their résumé.

BACKSTAGE
Chloe Night:
Three months later, here we go again.

Cut inside the Mighty Nightfall locker room where we find Izzi and Chloe getting ready for their match against the Daughter Of Janus.

Chloe Night:
Another Super Show, another title match for us. Is it gonna be another screwjob?

Izzi shrugs her shoulders.

Izzi Grimes:
It doesn’t matter if it is or isn’t. Because at the end of the day? We’re prepared for it this time.

Grimes nods confidently.

Izzi Grimes:
One thing that I do know? Is that we are going up against a team that isn’t afraid. You could say a lot of bad things about the Daughters of Janus, but one thing you can’t say is that they’re scared, unlike a certain team that quit.

Chloe rolls her eyes.

Chloe Night:
Imagine CHEATING to become champion and then quit when things start getting a bit rough.

The two girls nod at each other.

Chloe Night:
I mean, we knew they were cowards but this… This is a whole new level. They knew we were coming for them, they knew we weren’t going to play nice anymore. That’s why they took the ball and ran. Team Madness… More like Team Sadness, amirite?

Izzi can’t help but laugh.

Izzi Grimes:
Exactly! They knew that they couldn’t keep up with a team of our caliber, so they took their ball and went home. Oh well. That leaves the tag championships vacant and you know what else that means? It means it’s finally time for The Mighty Nightfall to become champs. Sorry Janus ladies, you’re good but not good enough. Not tonight, not against us.

Chloe Night:
We already beat you girls once, remember? It wasn’t easy, you gave us a run for our money and you kept improving ever since. Don’t think we haven’t noticed. But so we did. And we grew tired of getting just so close and come home empty handed. That ain’t gonna happen again. Word.

The contenders to the tag titles exchange a no-look fist bump, both of them staring intensely in the camera.

Chloe Night:
Make Your Own Luck, right? Well we don’t believe in luck and we don’t need it. It ain’t luck that brought us here, it was our determination, our hard work. The kind of stuff that, sooner or later will pay off. And tonight… We cashing in.

Izzi makes a money sign with her fingers.

Izzi Grimes:
And once we cash in? We’re leaving with the gold. Bet on Nightfall.

The two women high five and then leave the room.

BACKSTAGE
Chance Lopez :
Ladies and gentlemen please welcome Alexandria Monroe.

Alex would step into view of the camera with a smile on her face. Tonight she was making her debut once again. But this time as a solo star. The former tag team champion wanted to show the world what she was capable of.

Alexandria Monroe :
Thanks, Chance. It's a big warm welcome to you also. It's your debut . I can already tell the camera loves you.

Alex would playfully twirl a strand of her hair.

Chance Lopez :
Tonight is your first solo match in a fatal 4 way. There's some tough competition in this match. Skye Summers, faithe, Jimmy Powers. They all want that title opportunity.

Alexandria Monroe :
Actually Chance this isn't my first solo match. It's my first match we're Echo can't be standing ring side. It's okay though because she makes a pretty cute cheerleader in the crowd. As for my opponents I mean they want that title shot just as much as I do. I'm sure they will kick and scratch just as hard as I plan to. I mean Skye Summers always has Only fans to fall back on with her little make out promos with Gavin. I'm sure she can make that money that way.

Chance Lopez :
Yeah we all saw that promo.

Alex would laugh. Yeah it was just a promo but she already knew they were going to bring up echo leaving so why not grab the bull by the horns.

Alexandria Monroe :
Faithe I'm sure the mob has a nice job for you since you know this isn't your time. I mean it looks like you haven't brushed your hair in years. Curly sue had better hair than you. I know your tough faithe just because I was busy winning tag team gold doesn't mean I wasn't paying attention to the roster. Jimmy Powers I see you haven't found your missing goat. Maybe it's for the best. I see you haven't really been doing very well in your matches. Being distracted can do that to you.

Chance Lopez :
Alex these are some nice observations you've made about your opponents.

Alex would smile.

Alexandria Monroe :
It's called paying attention. I like to do a little research from time to time. It really pays off in the end. After I win this match and go on to face the roulette champion. I'll give high rollers a champion they deserve. I'll be your new roulette champion. Because the greatness revolution is just getting started.

Alex would smile before flipping her hair back and walking away.

BACKSTAGE
RECORDED EARLIER

At first, the only thing seen is darkness. A second later, and a stream of smoke enters the camera view. The camera itself shifts slightly, and we’re suddenly looking upon the crimson mane of the Las Vegas fever dream, a cigarette hanging from her mouth, of course.

FAITHE: Jimmy Powers, wow we’ve come a long way haven’t we. I’m going to repeat the same things I said to you before, quit looking for that goat because odds are you ain’t never going to find him. Your mood and emotions have been attached to that goat for so long, you can’t even think straight. Not to mention, we’ve been here before. I’ll jog your memory though Jimmy, I won last time. Then you hit me in the head with that goat who has hopefully been put out of his misery. If you couldn’t beat me WITH Jimmy, you surely cannot defeat me without him.

She sits at a wooden table with four chairs, although the other three are empty. She begins to shuffle the stack of cards in front of her.

FAITHE: Alexandria Monroe, the one who seems to have lost her partner. I do have to give you props on continuing here with a singles career despite losing my tag partner. I won’t sit here and try to go over reasons as to why that all happened, I’ve already seen on twitter how that goes. Instead, I’ll invite you to the singles competition. We’re a rowdy bunch here, and I’m sure you’ll figure out soon if you actually fit in or not. Either way, you’re not going to have that same support system here in HRW, which you’ve had the entire time thus far. You were Tag Champion, sure, but that’s a whole other ball game.

She deals herself in, and playing cards against herself, it seems. Although at this point, it would seem like it was her biggest enemy.

FAITHE: Skye Summers, came into this place with a huge chip on her shoulder. Gavin’s bodyguard right? Seems a little strange to me why he hired someone shorter and weaker than him to be a bodyguard but I guess that’s his issue. Then you got this thing going on with Graves and people already coming after you based off Gavin. Well, Graves is my guy so I’m going to enjoy hitting you in the face anyway. But the way I see it, you’ve already set yourself up for failure, you can’t walk out with the win.

She flips her other cards in front of her, an Ace and a Jack. Funny.

FAITHE: Pulling your power and motivation from somewhere else. I entered on my own, I put my stock in myself, and I bet it all. I didn’t have anyone to rely on, and I’ve been doing anything I want to. The winner of this fatal four way gets a hefty prize, a shot at the Roulette Championship. If Myra manages to take that belt, I know I can take her out because what what’s gone down in HoW. Jack may be a different story, but I’m not even expecting him to win it. I expect Myra to take it, and that it’ll be mine to take from her. THAT’S what I’m looking forward to. FAITHE vs Myra for the Roulette Championship is money, and I’ll prove it! Starting tonight against these three! High Roller Wrestling loves the Las Vegas fever dream, and it’s about time I get what’s mine.

She takes her cigarette, which is now burned down to the ends, and stamps it out on one of the cards in front of her before we fade.

BACKSTAGE
he scene cuts to a close up on the smiling face of Skye Summers, her gleaming skin filling the frame as a strand of pink hair falls into the shot.

Skye Summers: Some people waste all their energy trying to prove they’re not bad. They justify and explain and plead with you to see their side of the story.

She scrunches up her nose and sticks her tongue out.

Skye Summers: Blech. That’ll never be me. I couldn’t care less what anyone thinks of me so I won’t waste a second trying to explain myself to any of you. Instead I’ll embrace who I am and what I am, which judging by the latest tally is, a homewrecker.

Skye chuckles.

Skye Summers: What can I say, when I see something I want, I take it. I don’t care who I hurt or who I step on along the way. So to the artist known only as Junior, them the breaks kid. But let’s be honest, no one in HRW gives a shit about her, or to be more precise, no one gives a shit about her, period. What some of you may care about is the HRW Roulette Championship, a title currently owned by one Jack Danielson.

Skye rolls her eyes at the name.

Skye Summers: I’m going to go out on a limb and call this an entry level title. Why? Because Goat Boy himself is getting his millionth shot at it. Oh, and for the record, no I’m not responsible for the disappearance of Jimmy Jr., but I sure as hell wish I was. That shit is hilarious. But you already know how I feel about Jimmy Powers, the man is amusing for a moment. He’s the opening act that starts off fun but you eventually tire of as you wait for the headliner. I already won one cluster-fuck match that he has invovled in, this’ll just be another.

Skye shrugs.

Skye Summers: Faithe on the other hand was main event material last card…

Skye squints a bit.

Skye Summers: …or was she? It looked to me like her ass was included in that match for one reason and one reason only, to lay on her back and take the L. Hell, Jenson and that suicide waiting to happen were fighting over who got to pin her. So while my stock is on the rise, it’s pretty safe to say Faithe’s stock peaked at All In and now we’re just waiting for a crash, something I’ll be happy to help with. Don’t worry Faithe, there won’t be anyone fighting over pinning you this time out. If your shoulders end up pinned to the mat it’ll be by me and me alone.

Skye winks.

Skye Summers: Last and most of all least is tag team extraordinaire, Alexandria Monroe. Shame Echo up and left you like that, Alexandria. I guess even they didn’t think you were worth the time. Much like Faithe you already had your chance at glory here in HRW. You were atop the tag team heap and then your partner up and left and you had to handover the titles, a scene that was as sad as it was pathetic. Did no one in the company want to stand by your side? Are you that toxic? Or is that no one else felt like carrying a team? I’ll carry you, Alex. I’ll carry you to a decent showing here tonight. Make Your Own Luck can be the swan song Echo wasn’t kind enough to give you. It won’t be a happy ending but it’ll be an ending nonetheless.

Skye smiles even brighter.

Skye Summers: I’ll take a keen interest in seeing who wins between Danielson and Rivers, because whoever it is, they’ll be next in my sights. Tonight I’m walking away the winner of this four way cluster fuck and soon I’ll be walking away as the HRW Roulette Champion. Always bet on pink.

With that Skye blows the camera a kiss as the scene slowly fades out.

BACKSTAGE
Backstage at the MGM Grand, Chance Lopez is awaiting the arrival of her next interview subject.

Chance Lopez: “Tonight we’ve seen some hellacious championship matches and a Roulette Championship opportunity decided, but as we near the end of the show the upcoming match might possibly be the wildest one on the card.”

Pattie Pearce enters wearing a black suit and tie, her hair slicked back. She’s holding a small black pot.

Pattie Pearce: “Yeah yeah I know, it’s not even Halloween yet. Chance, you’re new here so I’ll save you the obvious ‘what’s up with that?!?’ questioning. As I’ve been here surrounded on all sides by those gunning for me… good, bad, makes no difference. I started looking for inspiration, those that have faced insurmountable odds and came through. I started here in a 4-person match, and now the stakes have doubled to eight. Remind me Chance, who won that 4-person match?”

Chance Lopez: “Um, I wasn’t working here yet, but I believe you did…”

Pattie Pearce: “That’s right. You’re one smart cookie! And now we got four more and a ladder involved? Sounds like Black Friday at Home Depot. You might ask what is my motivation, what am I telling myself to get pumped up for this? I’m telling myself that the odds are stacked like a plate of pancakes, and I’m pissed because someone used the last of the maple syrup. So they haven’t stolen my car or killed my dog, but I’m feeling like John Wick tonight, Chance. Drilling this mantra into my head: whoever comes at me in this match, whoever it is… I’ll beat them down, I’ll beat them all down if I have to.”

Chance Lopez: “Obviously you’re familiar with some of the people involved in this match tonight, including one Charity Michaels. I get the feeling that if she can’t win this ladder match tonight, she’ll do everything in her power to make sure you don’t.”

Pattie nodded with a sage smirk on her lips.

Pattie Pearce: “Oh we know each other all too well by this point, don’t we? Revenge upon revenge, around and around we go. The scenario you just mentioned, I feel the same way honestly. If it comes down to it, I can be Petty Pearce and I can be amazingly fierce. If she wants a war, it’s lucky I brought my gun.”

She makes a finger gun to the camera.

Pattie Pearce: “The thing is, if you want peace, you gotta prepare for war. If you want to take out Pattie Pearce, you better make damn sure I’m down for the count before you walk away.”

Chance nodded and then rubbed her chin.

Chance Lopez: “One more thing, what’s with the pot?”

Pattie held it up and shook it, a metallic clinking sound inside. She pulled out what looked like a gold coin.

Pattie Pearce: “This to me represents what the Jackpot is all about. I want that briefcase real bad. And should it come to pass, I’ll cash it in to get a shot at what I really want like one of John Wick’s coins, mate.”

She gave it a flip in Chance’s direction, who clumsily caught it.

Pattie Pearce: “That one’s for you. Enjoy, it’s got chocolate wrapped inside.”

Pattie started flinging the candy coins everywhere as she walked out of view, as Chance looked at the camera with a cocked eyebrow, having had her first experience around Pattie Pearce in person.

BACKSTAGE
Myra finds herself in a determined mood coming into tonight. She’s in the hallway reflecting on some things, and most definitely on the way things have been regarding her feud with Jack Danielson over the last couple of months. However, she’s definitely not forgetting what happened two weeks ago and to an extent, she’s definitely got some revenge on her mind as she begins to speak.

Myra Rivers: No skits this time. I’m definitely being serious. Two weeks ago? Jack Danielson made it very clear how he feels about me and that’s okay. He doesn’t have to like me. We differ on many things. It happens. I know that before, I was being a bit closed minded about him and I DID try to extend some sort of olive branch. I did try to put some feelings behind me. Unfortunately, for the most part, those feelings about him that I did have were certainly proven to be right. At heart, I didn’t want them to be… and it’s not even about him and I, necessarily. It’s a damn shame that someone that has the talent that he does would rather piss and drink his career away and not give a damn. It’s the kind of attitude that would make my trainer, god rest his soul, turn over in his grave. When I was younger, sure, I was just like him but I did the one thing he hasn’t done and that’s grow the hell up. I hate to say that there’s a big sense of urgency coming into this thing. But, the truth?

Myra thinks about the situation that she finds herself in and she lets out a bit of a sigh.

Myra Rivers: There IS a sense of urgency. Knowing that there is a contender’s match tonight, I know for a fact that if I don’t pull through tonight, if I don’t win the Roulette Championship in a two out of three falls match, that’s it. It’s the back of the line for me. This is a situation that I’ve been in more than a few times in my career and as much as I want to say that the last time I was in this situation, I was successful in the end, the fact of the matter is… that wasn’t the case. It was 12 months ago in fact, when I was in this situation… where it was “win or back of the line”... and that didn’t end well for me. Hell, I remember being so devastated that I wanted to quit and be done with it all…

Myra takes another pause, reflecting on what was definitely rock bottom for her.

Myra Rivers: Being told that I would ‘never be enough’ going in and then not being able to win… being thrown to the back of the line… it almost felt like it was true and there was nothing I could do about it. But damn it, I’ve ALWAYS been enough contrary to what many of the shallow, vapid, insecurity-rooted MORONS have TRIED to say about me and really Jack, I don’t care too much about what you think of me. I know I can beat you. I did that in the four way match where I got the first title shot against you. I even held my own in the bar room brawl match despite the fact that I was facing an uphill battle there. I’ve always been the fighter in this business that I was brought up to be when I first started doing this and in this type of match, a two out of three falls match, a match that I know in my heart I can win, and WILL win tonight, that’s exactly what I am going to prove.

Pardon the damn pun, but I’m making my own luck tonight! I’ll show you what a champion in this business can be. I’ll show this company what the potential of the Roulette Championship can truly be. I am NOT going to be denied this time and damn it, I will NEVER, EVER allow ANYONE to define me or to control my own destiny ever again. Not that you have done so, not that I am accusing you of that, but this is the night where I continue to take those empty, stupid words I heard 12 months ago and continue to shove it right back down their throats. I’m NOT going to waste this opportunity! I’m NOT going to the back of the line because I AM going to be the HRW Roulette Champion when it’s all said and done and I’m going to have ANOTHER Vegas memory to be proud of.

I hope you take a lesson or two from this, Jack. I wish you well. You’re not someone I’d hang out with backstage, but you’re a damn good wrestler and you probably don’t even realize how damn good you can be. But, when it’s all said and done, we go our separate paths no matter what and I hope you find what you can be within you and quit taking this damn business for granted. I hope you take something out of this, I really do. I mean that. I don’t hate you. I don’t even dislike you. I pity you… and as much as I hate to say this as a human being, you’re going to be full of pity when I give you a REAL reason to hit the bottle…

Myra confidently walks out of the scene, ready to make the most out of the opportunity in front of her.

BACKSTAGE
We open in a large room, with alcohol, country music, and NASCAR paraphernalia littered around it in no particular order. In the center of this room, there’s a big throne made out of beer cans and cases. The throne looks very Game of Thrones if Westeros was in West Alabama. Sitting on the throne, clearing a case of Natty Light, is the High Roller Wrestling Roulette Champion, Jack Danielson. He’s laying across the thing like a white trash Jack Sparrow as he holds his championship belt across his waist.

Jack Danielson:
“WELCOME ERRYBODY TO MY MAN CAVE!!!”

He shotguns a can and throws it across the room.

Jack Danielson:
“Y'all like my throne? All us Danielson boys end up buying a throne sooner or later because they just look bad-fucking-ass!!!”

Jack pats the side of the throne as he grabs another beer and starts to drink it.

Jack Danielson:
“Anyways, I gotta be fast, because my baby mama just broke her fucking water and I gotta be on my way to see my baby born get born.”

He puts the can in the air as a cheer for his soon-to-be-born child. Jack then chugs the beer, putting a finger up and telling everyone to wait while he chugs.

Jack Danielson:
“OL MYRA!!!”

He yells emphatically, taking another drink of his beer as he does so.

Jack Danielson:
“I’m glad you’ve finally decided to warm up to me and realized I wasn’t the fucking devil like you have been painting me out to be since the moment we met, but I got a feeling that’s all because you’re getting your way now.”

Jack finishes his beer and throws it across the room like the other one. He grabs a fresh beer and clears his throat.

Jack Danielson:
“You won the little beat your cock challenge and got your way, you’re all nice and mutually respect-y. You got everything you wanted, you’re walking into a match you picked, you think you're gonna beat me, and so you’re acting like you finally respect me because you needed everything to go your way

Jack starts to sit up in a normal position as he fucks up his beer and grabs another.

Jack Danielson:
“Here’s the thing, Myra, it doesn’t matter if you legitimately respect me, or if you’re just underestimating me like everyone else does week in and week out. It doesn't matter how much you stack that fucking deck against me, or how much of a fucking lock you think this is…

He pauses to take a drink of his beer.

Jack Danielson:
“BECAUSE I MAKE MY OWN LUCK, DAMMIT!!!”

Jack lets out an ‘Oowhee” as he finishes one beer, shotguns another, and opens one more.

Jack Danielson:
“SEE WHAT I DID THERE???”

Jack takes a sip as he laughs.

Jack Danielson:
“Point is, week in and week out I hear the same thing from everyone. He’s not champion material, he needs to mature, he needs to bring back ‘The Off-Ramp’, BUT I PROVE EVERYONE WRONG EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME!!!”

He crushes his beer and grabs another one.

Jack Danielson:
“I have fought and clawed and done everything in my power to make my name synonymous with this fucking championship.”

Jack stands up, Roullette championship in one hand and his beer in the other. He finishes his beer aggressively, as his passion seems to be flowing into everything he does, as he reaches down and grabs another beer.

Jack Danielson:
“And after our match, when I pin your fake ass twice on that mat, I’m gonna make your name synonymous with coming up short AGAINST YOURS TRULY!!!”

Without skipping a beat, he places his championship belt over his shoulder and grabs a second beer. Jack points at the camera with one of the beers.

Jack Danielson:
“THEN I’M BRINGING THIS BELT HOME TO MY NEW BABY BOY, AND THE WHOLE FUCKING FAMILY IS GOING TO CELEBRATE JUST LIKE THIS…”

He smashes the two beers over his head and chugs them both down. He throws them to the ground and shouts in excitement.

Jack Danielson:
“SEE YOU SOON, OL MYRA!!! MAYBE AFTER I KICK YOUR ASS AGAIN, WE CAN BE ACTUAL FRIENDS AND YOU CAN BUY ME SOME FUCKING BEER, YA BITCH!!!”

He grabs two more beers and smashes them over his head again as he does another beer bash. The scene fades as he begins to do a third consecutive beer bash.

BACKSTAGE
Charity Michaels :
Oh em gee! Are you the new interviewer?

Charity was excited you could tell in the tone of her voice. It was no secret that she didn't like Erica. But honestly charity only gave her a hard time just to toy with her. Charity husband Andrew and her best friend Kali were standing beside her. Tonight was a big night for Charity. It was her time to shine. She's worked her ass off to get this opportunity.

Chance Lopez :
Charity Michaels it's an honor to meet you. I'm a big fan. Tonight you're the headliner. Jackpot ladder match you have 7 other opponents that want that briefcase. Do you have a strategy?

Was she serious? Charity Michaels is the star. Charity Michaels doesn't plan on walking out of the match as the loser. She wants to win. She wants people to see her name and be scared to step into the ring with her. she did have one small little speed bump Pattie. She knows Pattie is going to do whatever it takes to make sure she doesn't win. But that's okay, Charity has an ace up her sleeve.

Charity Michaels :
Chance it's 7 hungry hyenas to be exact. I mean Pattie doesn't even deserve this opportunity. She's been stalking me and management hasn't done a damn thing about it. I mean she cost me my match against that fake ass bad girl. Who is probably going to brag about it. Even though she needed Pattie to knock me out. But it's okay if I can ruin patties dreams tonight I will.

Chance Lopez :
I heard from a little bird that Destiny Davis is pretty confident that she already has this match won.

Charity Michaels :
Destiny Davis has failed multiple times at winning the title. I admire her confidence. But this is one match she won't be walking out of as the winner. Danielle page I plan just turning the page with you. Because you're not a threat baby. Then we have Alex Reeves who really wants to get out of her sister's shadow.

Charity would laugh.

Chance Lopez :
Marshal Smith is pretty big. He has a size advantage going for him.


Charity Michaels :
See Chance and that's where he will mess up. He will try to use his strength to over power everyone. I can knock him down faster then he can mix up his next muscle milk. (Winks) Let me tell you when I first saw Viola Mancini I thought she belonged in that Goodfellas movie. I mean she has that whole mob boss thing going for her. I'm looking forward to what she can do. Silas Romero I saved you for last because really you're probably the only computation in this match. I've seen what you're capable of. Your girlfriend is pretty cool. But I won't be bending the knee to you. (Smiles) I will be the jackpot winner. You know why? Because Charity Michaels is always ready to give a little Charity.

Charity would grab her husband's hand and start to walk off down the hallway. Kali would follow them. Scene starts to fade.

IN RING
The arena darkens, as silence falls. “Circle With Me” by Spiritbox plays and two lights flicker on, aimed across each other and illuminating the newly arrived Alex Reeves between. She takes a few moments to get to the ring, where Erica Jackson is already waiting for her, taking a microphone from ringside as she enters.

Once in the ring, Alex stands with a ladder, unfolding it and climbing. Sat atop it, she looks out at the crowd.

Alex: So here we are, yeah? My first ever ladder match, and it’s got five hundred other people involved too. Total luck of the draw match, you can’t prepare for so many moving parts and not have luck be an element in any success here. My sister’s won a few of these things, but she’s not here is she? Tonight it’s me, just me, and I know it’s all about the right place, right time.

She shrugs. The crowd seem to mostly agree with her, even if some dislike her.

Alex: Yeah, the prize is neat, don’t get me wrong. The win is more than just that, though. You shove in these other bitches into the match and give me a chance to strike a win over them all, in one go? I’m so up for that. My record is pretty good, don’t fool yourselves otherwise, but this would be a hell of a win.

She nods.

Alex: And all I gotta do is climb to be right here, reach up and grab the success. That’s it. Easy, yeah? All my life I was always told I can’t do things. I always climbed, I always reached, I alway grabbed. This might be my first ladder match, but this setup is familiar to me. So just like those times, I intend to achieve once again. Be it luck, skill or whatever. Any means necessary to win, that’s my MO going into this and tonight I’m gonna prove why I’m one to watch here in HRW. Watch me.

She drops the mic from the top of the ladder, before climbing down and heading to the back, apparently fired up.

BACKSTAGE
Viola was on the phone backstage, as she was plotting for the Jackpot tonight. She had seven people to worry about, and wasn't perceived as a threat to them, which she definitely planned on exploiting.

Viola Mancini: "Tonight's the night. I need you here and ready for me."

She says, listening to the other side, nodding along as her facial expressions would seem to be very approving.

Viola Mancini: Good, good. I know the flight from Atlantic City was a hassle, but, you do good work. Look forward to seeing you again."

She said, hanging up the phone, anticipating tonight's events.

BACKSTAGE
The camera opens to a provocative shot of DESTINY DAVIS on the fourth rung of a ladder. The moment was being filmed from the floor with the camera pointed up at Destiny who was in her gear, but just to tease the fans there was still a censored graphic over her backside. Instead of a normal censor logo, it was a masked face covering her area. Finally, the camera moves up and walks to the opposite side of the ladder to see the smiling face of one of the competitors in the Jackpot Briefcase ladder match.

Destiny Davis: Did you get the right angle? I wouldn't want to let my fans down.

The masked man was clearly filming her again, as per usual lately, as he makes a comment about making them pay for that.

Destiny Davis: I should start an Only Fans. Anyway, I could spend the next few minutes talking about my opponents. I mean, just like me, they have to climb this ladder, reach up and grab what they want, right? But why would I waste my time talking about THEM when in reality it's all about me! Think about it, I came back, demanding more money and was forced to wrestle the best tag team in the world...

The fans watching from their seats boo as she mentions the Kingpins being the best tag team. That has been a running theme for her since winning the match and the fans were tired of it!

Destiny Davis: As I was saying...I wrestled and beat the best tag team in the world. I earned more money, I earned my way back into High Roller and I earned a shot at the Jackpot briefcase. Did anyone else in this match have to win a handicap match? Or have to fight to get a job back that they should have never lost? Does anyone else in this match have that bad streak in them? No, they don't. That's why this match is all about me. And then, things really get interesting.

A devilish grin creeps across the face of the former number one contender as she carefully climbs down the ladder.

Destiny Davis: I'll go through seven other competitors tonight, and when I do, I will have a guaranteed championship match whenever I want it, which makes me the most powerful wrestler in the company. Even more powerful than Jenson, Liam, or Bianca, whoever walks out as champion. Think about it. They have to defend that championship whenever they are told to, but me? I can challenge for it whenever I WANT to.

Masked Man Holding The Camera: Money, Power, Respect. Money, Power, Respect.

Destiny Davis: I have the money, I earned it. I'll have the power after this ladder match, but the respect? That's always been an issue. I think it's time to change that a lil bit, don't you?

An emphatic nod of the camera was all the confirmation Destiny needs as she walks over to Noah's office. She stops outside of it and is handed a can of pink spray paint from the masked man working the camera. Giving it a good shake, Destiny then spraypaints #BadGirl on the outside of her boss's door! The bright pink spray paint runs a bit, giving it an even edgier look as Destiny drops the can, turning to pose for a photo as the masked man clicks his camera button and snaps the picture which is then shown on the screen before going back to the live feed.

Destiny Davis: Money, Power, Respect. When you think of those three words, you will think of Destiny Davis. And when you think of the next HRW champion? Just know I'll be the one holding the case with all of the cards. They call this show Make Your Own Luck? Well luck has always been for losers, and unlike everyone sitting in those seats and my opponents tonight, I'm not a loser. I'm an opportunist, and a winner and tonight? The winning hand is right here.

Destiny smiles at the camera and reaches into her gear and pulls out a stack of cards, rubbing them between her fingers before flicking the deck at the camera and laughing as we fade to the next scene.

BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage as Marshal Smith is seen bench pressing a ladder. Up, down. Up, down. Up, down. Marshal shows no sign of slowing down as David Rosenberg looks on. David has a grin on his face as he looks away from Marshal and looks at the camera and starts to address it.

David Rosenberg: Jackpot Briefcase Ladder Match. Try to say that 10 times fast. My client, Marshal Smith, versus 7 other opponents. I’d name them all but most of them I don’t know and most of them I don’t care to know. All I need to know, and for you to know, is that Marshal Smith is walking into that match the biggest and badest mother fucker in that ring and he will show his dominance as he tosses everyone out of that ring and will be the lone survivor to make his way up that ladder and grab that briefcase.

Marshal tosses the ladder and quickly gets to his feet. David gets in the face of Marshal and the two have a quick conversation.

David Rosenberg: That briefcase raises the price of your stock, Marshal. You want a bigger paycheck with your next contract? Then you win tonight. You want main event matches? You want eyes on you and for companies to pick up the phone to get you on their show? Then you win tonight.

Marshal nods his head as he points to his cheek.

David Rosenberg: Get it done, Marshal.

David raises his hand and slaps the face of Marshal.

Marshal Smith: FUCK YEAH! Let’s do this David! Let’s do it!

Marshal walks past David and out of the camera's view as David holds his hand. Not as much pain this time around as David addresses the camera one last time.

David Rosenberg: I’ve been working out. Hand exercises and all.

David winks to the camera and follows Marshal off screen.

BACKSTAGE
Previously Recorded

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page is sitting at a BlackJack table at the MGM Grand Casino. All while Tera Taylor is watching Danielle play.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Obviously we are all in it to win it, aren’t we? Just like when we are at the tables. When I step into the ring for this Jackpot briefcase ladder match I am just assuming the odds aren’t in my favor. Honestly, that is fine because we already know that I don’t do anything for the sake of all of you mouth breathing marks.

Danielle looks over at Tera.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Do you care,T?

Tera nods her head no.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:It really is a futile venture. Now we can all bicker amongst ourselves but what would really be the point? We are all just going to say that our opinions don’t matter. So that saved me time. You know, so I can spend time preparing for this ladder match and enjoying my very glamorous life. While someone like Viola Mancini can lick her wounds and the rest of you do whatever moronic things the rest of you do. You have my permission to keep your heads up your own asses. Me on the other hand, I have my eyes wide open and I know exactly what is going on in HRW. Which is why I will hit the jackpot in that ladder match because we all know that it is my birthright to get whatever the hell I want.

BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to Jenson Idol standing in front of a camera, the HRW Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder.

Jenson Idol: Aye, what else is there to say? I’ve been talking about Bianca and Liam for how long now?

He chuckled and shook his head.

Jenson Idol: Bianca came in and tried to get some rub off of me by ruining my championship moment. And what has she done since then? Nothing besides riding my coattails. The twat is only in this match thanks to me.

He grinned and rolled his eyes.

Jenson Idol: Then you have Liam, precious little Liam. Somebody who has come into my company, one that I’ve led since it opened for the first time over a year ago, and has spread lies. That I haven’t earned my place, that I don’t deserve to be here. That I don’t put in the bloody work!!

Jenson yelled emphatically.

Jenson Idol: Day after day, I put in the bloody goddamn work! Just because I don’t put my business out there like I’m some emo twat, doesn’t mean that I don’t deal with shit! I struggle every fucking day! I fight my inner demons, I fight my addictions and I do it all for this!

Jenson raised his championship up in the air in front of the camera.

Jenson Idol: And if I can beat all of those things down and hold them back? I can beat anyone and anything. Liam Vaughn and Bianca? They’re talented, I’ll give them that. But they haven’t had the success I’ve had, they haven’t had the longevity I’ve had. I’ve been a heavyweight champion on two different continents. Who else in this company can say that?

He leaned forward and shook his head.

Jenson Idol: No one. And as for being the face of High Roller and it’s Heavyweight champion? I don’t plan on having that happen any time soon. It doesn’t matter how hard Liam or Bianca try tonight… they simply won’t have enough. This is my time and I’m not giving it up. So, keep on enjoying Everyone’s Favourite Idol as your champion, luvs.

He brushed past the camera and the scene cuts away.

BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts to the backstage area where Jimmy Powers is walking around with the newly found Jimmy Jr on his shoulders. He has a big smile on his face as he walks around.

Jimmy Powers: I don't even care that I didn’t win the match tonight, I’m just glad I got my boy back! Now? High Roller is ours for the taking! The Goatest has his buddy back!

The two continue skipping and laughing backstage.

IN RING
Lights fade to dark, save for one lone spotlight that falls on the ring where Liam is sat in a corner.

Liam Vaughn: What more is there left to say in this endeavor? Week after week I present to the fans the reason why I’m more than talk–and week after week Idol makes a mockery of it all. I’m exhausted from talking–so my final thoughts are this–Bianca, you thinking I’m distracted with Jenson and not focused on what I want the most will be your downfall.

Liam slumps forward and his hair falls over his face.

Liam Vaughn : And Jenson, watching you desperately beg for my attention has been the highlight of this all. I basically made you relevant again–fed you an entire buffet of potential and once I found you more annoying than threatening–I retracted my attention and you danced like the puppet I knew you were. Every little attention grab on social media you attempted was noticed, love. You need me more than I’ll ever need you. I plan on walking away from Las Vegas with that belt–high roller champion. I plan on walking into Next Gen on Tuesday and walking out the Traditionalist champion–and then once I have both belts–I’m going to piss on yours and stream it so you can see how little I fucking care about your HRW legacy or the name Jenson Idol. This is the world as told by Liam Vaughn, and you just exist in it.