WELCOME TO THE RETURN OF SUNDAY NIGHT HOSTEL WHICH WILL BE QUICK RESULTS EACH SUNDAY NIGHT UNLESS SAID OTHERWISE.

SEGMENT SOMEWHERE BACKSTAGE.

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Backstage, the camera picks up and follows a trail of white scorpion grass flower petals. The trail leads into a glass case. The front was missing and it was much cleaner than the last time it was seen. The glass was shiny and was stained with a lot less blood. 

We see the culprit at work,  the last few petals being picked off a bouquet. There was one last flower, resting in the hair of the guilty party. She would notice the camera and move her hands behind her back. A brief nameplate graphic would appear in red cursive writing. 

Kalista Sawyer.

KALISTA SAWYER: "Won’t anybody find me somebody to love?"

"Hi! I’m Kalista Sawyer, and this is the beginning of a new chapter in an epic love story! I have come to SHW, and I plan on giving it my whole heart! I appreciate that The Warden made my debut be against someone as unlucky in love as I seem to be. Pretty Crystal and her rotating last names! I am a lover but that doesn’t make me weak here. I get the sense that around here? Extreme violence is the love language. I’m new here, so who am I not to use it? I’ll play by your rules! I’ll go out there and I’ll earn your cheers, I’ll earn your love. I’ll go out there and hurt and get hurt. I fancy flowers, but I’m not nearly as delicate. I will give it everything I have."

The blonde would play with her hair, seemingly drifting into a daydream state. A sadistic smile would form, she visibly salivates for a moment. 

KALISTA SAWYER: "SHW has to be used to seeing so much blood. Maybe someday soon someone will bleed, just for me. I hope soon someone will let me into their heart again. Whoever you are, don’t let anyone keep us apart! You’ll  see tonight that I fight real hard, but I love even harder."

The screen would go to black with Kalista puckering up and kissing the camera to end the scene. 

SEGMENT

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The camera opens up on Alex Montes, who lost his Slaughterhouse Wrestling debut last week against Morrigan Ravenshade. A loss many say was due to him thinking with the wrong head. In the last several days he has been banging on nonstop about addressing that loss. It would seem he has managed to secure a camera crew to do just that.

ALEX MONTES: "Lemme make it clear about my scuffed debut last we--"

His train of thought was immediately cut off. Montes moving the cameraman aside to catch a glimpse of a baddie working hair and makeup. He remembers he's being recorded and snaps back into it.

ALEX MONTES: "Morrigan just happened to catch me--"

Again his voice would trail off and be inaudible. His head tilting to watch as a stunning security guard was making her rounds backstage. The frustrated camera operator catches Alex's attention and reminds him that they're wasting tape.

ALEX MONTES:  "But I learn from my mista--"

And here we go again. A gorgeous VIP guest was being shown around backstage, getting a real glimpse of how Slaughterhouse Wrestling works behind the scenes. It be rather rude if he didn't introduce himself to her. A aggravated groan from off camera cut Alex off and stopped his advance. Frustrated he spun around.

ALEX MONTES: : "What is your proble--shit."

He was face to face with his trainer RIPLEY. She stared at him intensely as he fumbled around with excuses. RIPLEY reared her hand back and delivered a stinging slap across his jaw. The force of it knocking him right on his ass. She leaves him clutching his face as he squirms on the ground in pain.

POST MATCH

After the final bell, Avery Wilde takes a moment to catch her breath before turning back toward Ruby Lance, who is still recovering from the hard-fought battle. Wilde reaches down, helps Ruby back to her feet, and offers her a hand in a show of genuine respect. Ruby accepts, and the two competitors share a brief nod before Wilde raises Ruby’s hand high above her head. The crowd responds with a loud ovation for both inmates after the hard back and forth match they have just watched. Wilde then raises her own arm alongside Ruby’s, turning the moment into a display of mutual respect rather than simple victory. Both Avery Wilde and Ruby Lance leave the ring to a strong ovation as the camera fades out to a break.

THE NEW SINITER TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, MONDERN DAY VIOLENCE, SEEKS OUT THEIR FIRST CHALLANGERS FOR THEIR GOLD.
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The camera finds Modern Day Violence aka Silas Ramero and Lukas York; standing in the center of the ring in street clothes, their newly won Sinister Tag Team Championships resting over their shoulders. Neither man looks particularly comfortable standing beside the other, and the distance between them says plenty. They may not like each other, but they have one thing in common: they know they are the best tag team in SHW.

SILAS RAMERO: “We won these because we're the best team in this division. Not because we're friends. Not because we like each other. We don't. But when that bell rings, we understand exactly what the other guy is going to do.”

Lukas looks down at his championship before turning toward Silas.

LUKAS YORK: “He's right. I don't trust him. He doesn't trust me. That's probably why this works. Neither one of us needs to pretend we're brothers or best friends. We just need to know that when somebody comes for these titles, we're walking into a fight.”

Silas raises his championship slightly.

SILAS RAMERO: “So we're not picking somebody. We're not looking for the easiest challengers. Anybody who thinks they're good enough can come down here and prove it.”

Lukas steps toward the center of the ring.

LUKAS YORK: “Three weeks until Night of Vengeance 3: The Long Halloween. Plenty of time for somebody to get brave.”

Silas looks toward the entrance.

SILAS RAMERO: “So come on. Anyone. Come on out and fac...”

Suddenly, the opening guitar of “Celebrity Skin” by Hole suddenly tears through the arena. The lights plunge into darkness as the flickering RAW ARTS SOCIETY sign appears across the titantron. Purple and crimson light cuts through the haze as Bella Townshend bursts onto the ramp, leather jacket hanging from her shoulders as she throws up the horns. Behind her, JERRIKA emerges with her fur coat draped over her ring gear, walking with deliberate confidence as she keeps her eyes fixed on the champions. The Raw Arts Society reaches the ring and steps inside. Bella immediately positions herself beside Jerrika as the two stare down Modern Day Violence. Slowly, Jerrika takes the microphone as she shifts her EVP Tag Team Championship on her shoulder.

JERRIKA:“The Queen thinks this is absolutely delicious. Two big, strong boys standing in the middle of the ring, practically begging somebody to come play with them.”

Her eyes move toward the championships as Bella grins.

JERRIKA:: “And look at those pretty little belts.... So The Queen and The Highness already have proven ourselves. We are the Emeryville Pro Tag Team Champions, and we didn't come all this way to admire another team's jewelry.”

Jerrika steps closer.

JERRIKA: “So ...you wanted challengers for your first rump around the ring?”

She points directly at the Sinister Tag Team Championships.

JERRIKA: “You've got them.”

Bella raises her microphone to her lips as she begins to speak toward the boys in the ring.

BELLA TOWNSHEND: “Raw Arts Society wants Modern Day Violence. We want those titles.”

The SHW crowd erupts as Jerrika turns toward Bella before looking back at the champions.

JERRIKA: “At Night of Vengeance 3: The Long Halloween, The Raw Arts sall be taking those Sinister Tag Team Championships home to EVP.”

Silas steps forward, raising his title as Lukas lifts his championship beside him.

SILAS RAMERO:  “You think so, ladies..? Well hell, lets find out whose better... We Accepted.”

LUKAS YORK: “Three weeks. Sinister Tag Team Championships. You two against us.”

JERRIKA: “Mmm. The Queen likes the sound of that.... which means it's official, darling. At Night of Vengeance 3, The RAW arts shall get to put their hands all over your championships.”

She turns toward Bella with a wicked grin.

BELLA TOWNSHEND:  “And then we take them home.”

Bella raises her fist as the crowd erupts again as The four competitors stand across from one another, neither team backing down. The Sinister Tag Team Championship match is officially set: Modern Day Violence will defend the titles against Emeryville Pro's Raw Arts Society at NIGHT OF VENGEANCE 3: THE LONG HALLOWEEN. Three weeks remain, but the first collision between these two teams already feels inevitable.

POST MATCH

After the final bell, RIPLEY immediately steps into the ring and heads straight for Recka, her demeanor giving way to the instincts of a protective trainer over their student. She gives Recka a quick but thorough once-over, checking her face, shoulders and ribs to make sure the punishment she absorbed hasn't left anything serious behind. Once satisfied, RIPLEY grips Recka by the shoulder and pulls her upright, looking her directly in the eyes before mouthing, “Good Fight, Kid.” Recka gives a tired but satisfied nod as RIPLEY raises her arm, the two sharing a brief moment of pride in the middle of the ring while the SHW crowd cheers.

JESSI OZBORNE RETURNS TO SLAUGHTERHOUSE WRESTLING; A WOMAN ON MISSION.
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We cut back to ringside, as Childish Gambino’s “Lithonia” hits the speakers. Jessi Ozborne steps through the curtains as the lyrics blare behind her.

“I feel liberated

Overmedicated

It was overrated

Damn what you want

I can tell by the look on your face”

Jessi continues down to the ring, rolling in before getting up and immediately receiving a microphone. Her body language is a bit loose to start off, but this quickly changes upon her opening declaration.

JESSI OZBORNE: Normally this would be the point where I’d fire off a certain call and response catchphrase, but if it’s okay with you all, I’d actually just like to get this thing on the road already.

Jessi straightens up a bit.

JESSI OZBORNE: For everyone here, allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Jessi Ozborne. You may know me as the self-proclaimed World’s Finest. Some of you may have known me as a Queen of Chaos once upon a time. If you’re really familiar, you may have even known me as a Soulpunk, whatever that was. Hearing that come out of my mouth for the first time in years makes me understand why that one didn’t stick for long.

A small chuckle escapes, before immediately being shut down.

JESSI OZBORNE: Why am I saying all this, though? Why is a reintroduction really necessary? It’d be so easy to assume that you all know me, but it’d also be naive because for a while there, I didn’t even know myself. All my life, I wanted one thing: To be the absolute best in this sport that I love. And I went about that by doing all the stuff the so-called best always did. I won a bunch of championships, I made sure I was seen and known, I went about this business as someone wanting to dominate it. Then I girlbossed and gatekept too close to the sun and got burnt.

Jessi’s casually pacing the ring by this point, finally loosening herself back up.

JESSI OZBORNE: I’m not gonna bore anyone with the sob story. It’s been told so many times, I’ve honestly gotten tired of it. Hurt neck, forced retirement, blah blah blah. The point is…I’m back in SHW, and this time, the only way I’m leaving is in a Hearse!

The crowd gives a light cheer to this.

JESSI OZBORNE: Which brings me to the “why”? Why am I here? Do I still strive to be the best? And the answer is yes, but not exactly in the way that you think. Because I now define being the best as being able to consistently deliver whenever I’m in this ring. To show that despite everything that’s happened, nothing about me is all talk, and that I can hang with the very best and put on the match of the night whenever I damn well feel like it.

Some more light applause from the crowd for this.

JESSI OZBORNE: Which brings me to Colbie Nikolaidis. The American Horror Champion, not that the gold is of the utmost importance to me. Don’t take that as me disregarding what you’ve done, it’s no mean feat, but the title doesn’t make the woman, the woman makes the title, and right now I’m VERY interested in the woman.

A much more favorable reaction from the crowd now, most likely for the woman being mentioned than for the one mentioning her.

JESSI OZBORNE: See, I have a deep respect for everyone on this roster, even those who don’t have any for me, but I’ve also encountered all of them at least once before. It’d be a bit boring to run it all back against. But then I heard about you, Miss DARE. Came into the game in my absence and immediately hit milestone after milestone. It’s impressive. Almost reminds me of…well, not to be cocky or anything, but…me. 

The crowd goes right back to being a bit light on that remark.

JESSI OZBORNE: I’ve seen what Colbie can do, and I’m coming back to this place, I wanna go up against the best possible version of that that I can. So, with that said, I want it. Colbie wants it. You guys seem to really want it. So whenever The Warden deems it fit to give you guys the best match possible, I’ll be waiting, cause I got next.

Jessi drops the mic, with her music playing again as she makes her exit.

POST MATCH

Running her hands through her hair in the immediate aftermath of her victory, Erza Lazarus motions for a microphone before leaning against the ropes, relaxing as the adrenaline slowly bleeds away. She raises the microphone but doesn't speak — not yet — instead fixing her stare directly on Dasha Thane at the commentary desk.

ERZA LAZARUS: I’m sure you’ve had quite a bit to say about me over there, Dasha. But in case mommy hadn’t taught you; when I have the talking stick it means ears open, mouth shut.

Dasha leans back in her chair and folds her arms tightly across her chest, biting her tongue as she meets Erza’s stare with a hard, unwavering glare.

ERZA LAZARUS: Last Hostel, I heard you loud and clear. You want to keep my attention on you, after I have already beaten you. It’s very selfish of you. It’s very needy and desperate, wanting to run this back with me when there’s nothing on the line… And oh, how tempting it is to be vexatious and tell you words you should hear a lot more in your life like; “No. You don’t deserve it. Do something to earn it.” But let me spare you the anticipation — I accept your challenge.

Dasha’s glare breaks for just a moment as her eyebrows lift in faint surprise, before a slow nod of approval confirms that Erza accepting her challenge was exactly what she wanted.

ERZA LAZARUS: But I want you to know why. You stood in this ring and said that I pushed you further than you had been pushed in a long time. As much as I hate to admit it; I feel the same. I’ve hit a plateau since losing the Brightburn Championship, and just like you — I’m gunning for the top. You’ve been calling yourself the Top Genre of Woman, but I’ve beaten you. I think that makes me the Better Genre of Woman.

Dasha stands from her seat, hands on hips, biting the inside of her lip as Erza is just smirking out at her.

ERZA LAZARUS: I accept your challenge, only to prove to you the real distance between us. And to make that distance a whole lot greater when I beat you again.

Dropping the microphone onto the canvas, Erza turns to make her leave as Dasha throws down her headset and rushes into the ring. Erza sees it from the corner of her eye and turns in anticipation of a blindside attack, only to find Dasha pacing for a moment before approaching her with an extended hand. Perhaps a true honest-to-god challenge to see who the better woman is?

Erza, hesitant, takes the handshake with a nose turned up at her future opponent. As soon as she looks to break away, Dasha pulls her right back turns her own nose up at Erza. Believing her own message is sent, Dasha turns to leave but is yanked back by Erza, coming chest-to-chest with Dasha looking down at her with a confident smirk.

A smirk that clearly touched a nerve, as Dasha ducks down and lifts Erza up onto her shoulders! THE DEBASER!?

No! Like a pair of jaws, Erza brings Dasha down to the canvas, locking her arm and trying to grasp the other for the Modified Rings of Saturn — dragging Dasha into THE UNLIMITED VIOD!

Dasha thrashes her arm around, preventing Erza from getting her locked up, reaching for the ropes before hoisting herself out of the ring and stumbling onto her ass in the aisleway. Erza, leaning out of the ropes and licking her top row of teeth, gestures with her pointer and thumb to show the growing distance she sees between her and a seething Dasha Thane, who backs up in retreat up the aisle. 

POST MATCH

The decision is met with immediate frustration from the SHW crowd, who erupt into chants demanding “FIVE MORE MINUTES!” as Mara and Millicent remain in the ring. Before anything can be resolved, Nadia Allen suddenly storms into the ring and blindsides Mara Jade Miller, dropping the much larger inmate with a vicious Boomstick. Mara collapses as Nadia stands over her, while Millicent watches from the side and openly laughs at Mara’s misfortune; quickly leaving the ring mouthing out 'Youre on your own, Mara!' as Nadia Allen stands over the titan that is known as The Thempire.  

SEGMENT FROM THE RAVENSHADE MANOR.

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The cameraman pushes the door open and enters the halls of Ravenshade Manor. There are no candles, no shrines, no ceremonies. The cameraman traverses the halls, eventually finding Morrigan Ravenshade sitting at the end of a long table with one leg crossed over the other. Her fingers follow the rim of a glass as he approaches her. For a moment, she just stares at him. Then she takes a breath.

MORRIGAN RAVENSHADE: "It has been too quiet, hasn't it? I defeated that ruffian Alex Montes a couple of weeks ago after he stood across from me. Fighting. Struggling. Giving me everything he had. And in the end, he will get his credit. He made me work for my victory. But the story ended the same... Alex fell, and Morrigan walked away victorious."

Morrigan leans forward, placing her arms on the table as she tilts her head to the side, watching the camera.

MORRIGAN RAVENSHADE:  "Then things became quiet, perhaps a little too quiet. Silence has the funniest way of making people comfortable. A few weeks pass, then suddenly everyone begins to look elsewhere. New threats appear, new names demand their attention. People start convincing themselves that what was scaring them yesterday isn't something they need to worry about anymore..."

Morrigan gives a soft laugh before pushing away from the table and getting to her feet, slowly making her way over to the cameraman.

MORRIGAN RAVENSHADE: "So allow me to be your reminder. Alex Montes was no accident. He wasn't some series of fortunate events where everything simply fell into place. He was the warning, and apparently, some of you need to hear it once more."

Morrigan stops moving, her expression becoming more serious as her eyes remain fixed on the camera.

MORRIGAN RAVENSHADE: "I'm still here, darlings. I'm still watching, still listening. While the rest of you fight amongst yourselves for championships, opportunities, pride, or whatever the flavour of the week is, the Mourning Saint has not gone anywhere."

A small smile returns to her lips.

MORRIGAN RAVENSHADE: "You don't have to believe I'm a threat. In fact, I'd rather you didn't. Laugh at the prayers. Mock the congregation. Tell yourselves Alex Montes had a very bad night. Then step up and prove yourselves."

Morrigan takes a quick step forward, folding her hands together.

MORRIGAN RAVENSHADE: "Eventually, another name will be called. Another soul will be standing across from me, and when that bell rings, there will be no candles, shadows, or pretty words to hide behind. Your confession will be revealed."

She lowers her head, then suddenly lifts it towards the camera. A quiet laugh escapes her lips.

MORRIGAN RAVENSHADE: "Alex has already confessed. Now I'm waiting on yours."

Morrigan moves closer until her face nearly fills the frame. Then the familiar smile appears across her face.

MORRIGAN RAVENSHADE: "And when your final hymn begins, darlings... they'll hear it from miles away."

The screen cuts to black. A single church bell rings.

MORRIGAN RAVENSHADE. 

THE MOURNING SAINT

YOUR FINAL HYMN IS COMING...

POST MATCH

The celebration is brief but unmistakable. Izzy Van Doren pulls Nixie upright and raises her partner’s arm as the two stand over their fallen opponents; Nixie puts a 'LOSER' sign to her forehead at them. Across the ring, Kasey Vex helps Kitty back to her feet, checking on her after the hard-fought loss before the two share a determined nod. Kasey looks back toward the POWAH PUNK GURLS, while Izzy and Nixie removes themselves from the ring, laughing; soaking in the reaction.  The final shot belongs to Nixie and Izzy, moving up the ramp together with their arms raised as the crowd roars around them, leaving the POWAH PUNK GURLS with the final word on Sunday Night Hostel.