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Posted: Feb 28 2011, 03:47 PM
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Joined: 25-May 06
[The scene opens backstage. Itís here that we find Lolita Love and Jan Delgado, making their way along the corridors. Lolita wears a black, Mod-inspired, mini dress and stockings, completing the look with heels. Her blonde hair falls straight down her back and is adorned by a white, hair band. Jan wears a blue, long-sleeved, mock turtleneck and mini skirt. She also wears a pair of boots, her black hair styled in a braid that falls down her back.]
LL: Iím so sorry that I wasnít there, when Holly and Georgia attacked you. But my gram was sick. Otherwise, I would have been one of the first people out there to help run them off. [she shakes her head with a frown] My sister is a real piece of work. Only she would stoop to something so despicable!
JD: [nods] Tell me about it! Almost nothing Holly does surprises me anymore. Iím just pissed at myself for even falling for her lies. I should have known that it was all a trap!
LL: Donít be too hard on yourself. Holly has a way of being very persuasive. Iíve even found myself nearly suckered in by some of her slick talk. Heck, how do you think she's fooled the general public into thinking that she can actually wrestle?
JD: I guess youíre right. I just feel like I should have been better prepared. [sighs] Anyway, Iím not wasting anymore breath on my lame cousin. Sheíll get what she deserves at Heaven and Hell. How are you?
LL: [smiles] Iím fine actually and so ready for this big tag match tonight.
JD: I thought you and Leanna had called it quits?
LL: Officially? Youíre right. Weíre no longer a tag team. But weíre making an exception for Fiona and Taryn. After the last match we had against them, weíve got something to prove. Then, itís off to conquering the singles division.
JD: So, howís it been, being on your own? I mean, you guys were tagging together forever.
LL: I will admit that it was hard, at first, but I kinda like it now. I have free time to work on a lot of projects, things I wouldnít have been able to do if Leanna and I were still tagging together full time. And vice versa. So, itís kinda been a blessing in disguise. But Iím not the only one with a big match. [she smiles] Beating Summer Blake could be huge for you.
JD: I know! And Iíve been so nervous, since I found out. I mean, she seems like a cool girl but, with this MOP and Eveline stuff going on, I can only imagine the type of mood sheís in lately. She might try to kill me! I mean, this is a woman that went toe to toe with freakiní Iris Galiver! I wouldnít want to see her on a bad day.
LL: [laughs] Nonsense! Summerís my cousinís best friend and Iíve known her forever. Sheís so not that type of person. See, Iíll show you. Summer!
[Lolita stops and a bewildered Jan does as well, following the blondeís gaze and catching sight of Summer Blake. Summer is about to round a corner, when Lolitaís voice stops her. Before Jan can protest, Lolita waves Summer over and she turns, walking to over to the duo.]
JD: [under her breath] Lolita!
[Summer is clad in a black, halter top and black slacks, finishing the look with black Louboutins. Her hair is pulled back and styled in a bump ponytail, the North American Title draped over her shoulder. As she nears, Jan stiffens and swallows nervously, her brown eyes wide as she forces a smile.]
SB: Hey, ĎLita. Whatís up?
LL: [smiles] Hi, Summer! I just wanted to see how you were holding up and introduce you to my friend, Jan.
[Summer turns her attention to Jan, who waves meekly.]
[Summer returns her attention to Lolita before doing a double take, returning her gaze to Jan.]
SB: Wait a minute. Weíre wrestling tonight, right?
SB: Cool. I like your work.
[A surprised but delighted smile crosses Janís lips.]
SB: Yeah. Hope you kick that conceited bimboís ass at Heaven and Hell.
[Janís smile widens as Summer returns her gaze to Lolita again.]
LL: I was really worried, when this whole smear campaign started, Summer. Leanna was too. How are you?
SB: [sighs] To be honest, Iíve been better. You know, Iím used to people using my past against it. It comes with the territory. But Iíve never had an attack of this magnitude before. It feels like I canít step in or out of an arena without somebody snickering behind my back or calling me some nasty name!
[Lolita shakes her head and reaches out, touching Summerís arm.]
LL: Iím sorry to hear that. I can only imagine what itís like.
SB: Thanks. People like you and the fans have really been a big help. But tonight, I get the chance to have my say and make my point. If they thought ruining their stupid "Miss Morality" contest was something, they havenít seen anything yet. Because that was small time. Tonight, I drill my point home to those [MEEP]iní [MEEP]s! And they are going to see a Summer Blake that is through turning the other cheek.
[Jan shivers at that last statement, all color draining from her face.]
SB: Anyway, Iíd better get going. See you later. Nice meeting you, Jan. And good luck.
[Summer waves and walks off, both women watching her.]
JD: Yeah, Ďcause something tells me Iím gonna need it!
LL: [smiles] Oh, Jan! Youíll be fine!
[Lolita wraps a reassuring arm around Janís neck.]
LL: Come on. Iíll even tell you a few things to watch out for.
[The two women walk off, talking strategy as the scene fades.]
UWF/MBC ONLINE COUNTDOWN TO
RAMPAGE BLOODY RAMPAGE
New Orleans Arena
New Orleans, Louisiana
October 23rd, 2010
[We cut to one of the interior luxury suites of New Orleans Arena where our broadcast is set to go. Overlooking the arena proper, this suite has two stools and some may argue two tools. At left, wearing his trusty UWF polo is Moe Owens. And at right, wearing a football style MBC jersey is Billy "Scud" McKenzie.]
MO: Welcome everyone to the final Online Countdown before the UWF/MBC heads into Heaven and Hell.
Scud: What if we were to do an Online Countdown before the actual pay per view itself?
MO: Do you get some sick twisted pleasure out of being annoying?
Scud: Normally, no. But with you... I'm a very happy man.
MO: You're just smug because the MBC has a 2-1 lead in the World Series.
Scud: That's one reason yes.
MO: Regardless, as we countdown to the final Rampage Bloody Rampage before Heaven and Hell, we've got a number of things to get to, including a nontitle match between Summer Blake and Jan Delgado.
Scud: Both women have some tough tests ahead of them. Eveline Eriksen is, as always, the elephant in the room...
MO: And you're so screwed for having said that.
Scud: I am... oh damn.
MO: It's been nice knowing you Scud.
MO: Summer has the constant shadow of Eriksen. But on the other side, Jan Delgado has the forthcoming challenge of MBC Women's Champion Holly Hotbody facing her at the pay per view. This match will surely be final preparation for both women.
Scud: I think... I think I can hear Eveline Eriksen's blood pressure rising with her anger...
MO: Ah, so satisfying to see you in fear.
Scud: I hate this merger and everything it stands for.
MO: You and me both.
Producer: You still have a show to host.
Producer: Guys, seriously.
MO: Say, letís get to that first match.
Scud: Please do.
versus JAN DELGADO
In a match that featured two fan favorites, the crowd cheered wildly as Summer and Jan greeted each other with a friendly handshake and the deepest of respect for one another. After a small bit of friendly chit-chat, the referee started the match. Basically, what came was a wrestling clinic. Though Summer clearly had more wrestling knowledge, Delgado's raw talent really shone through. Blake, taking an almost mentor like approach encouraged Jan throughout, complimenting Jan on especially good maneuvers. If you watched close enough, Summer almost seemed to be giving tips and of course, Delgado was soaking it up like a sponge. If it wasn't obvious that both women were trying to win the match, one would swear that it was a mere training session. Close finishes were spread throughout including one small package that was reversed no less than four times. Reversals were the name of the game by the end of the match and it ultimately came down to a German suplex. Jan made an attempt to execute that very move but Summer escaped, then executing her own variation of the suplex. With a bridge, she managed to keep Delgado's shoulders pinned for the three count. Though disappointed, Delgado was appreciative of the opportunity to face the UWF North American Women's Champion. The two embraced and raised each other's arms in victory as the cloud applauded.
WINNER BY PINFALL: Summer Blake
MO: It's really a shame that you don't see that kind of sportsmanship anymore.
Scud: Well...you do. But it's usually stomped on like a flaming bag of poo.
MO: I really don't understand your choice of metaphors.
Scud: I've lived a hard and difficult life.
MO: Says the man married to a woman voted one of the hottest ladies in all of wrestling.
Scud: I didn't say that luck didn't play a part.
MO: Let's just move on before you say anything else.
[The scene opens backstage to Leanna Love. Sheís wearing a white tank top and yoga pants, her blonde hair falling straight down her back. The young woman is raising her arms, performing warm-up stretches in preparation for the nightís match. Suddenly, a voice calls out to her.]
V: Nice little stunt you pulled off last card, Leanna.
[And into view steps the 41-year-old "Bullhead", Gaia Brasher. The New York legend is dressed casually tonight, sporting an unzipped brown leather jacket, powder white blouse beneath that, and blue denim jeans. Her rich, chocolatey brown dyed hair falls down around her shoulders.]
GAIA: I understand that you despise me, but if you're going to attack me, at least have the sack to hit me head-on.
[Leanna turns and her look of surprise is quickly replaced by one of annoyance. She places her hands on her hips and glares at Gaia.]
LEANNA: What in the Hell are you yammering about now, Gaia? You already won our Empress Cup match and managed to help break up my tag team. What more could you want?
GAIA: Don't deny it, Leanna. You're not a very good liar. I've only ever had your and Lolita's best interests at heart, and you've gotten in my face about it since day one. I can fully understand why you would attack me, but hitting me from behind is beneath you.
[Leanna is incredulous, her eyes wide.]
LEANNA: Wait a second. Youíre blaming me for that attack!?! Iím sorry but any attacking I had to do I did in our match. So, youíre in the wrong womanís face. Besides, itís not like youíre the friendliest person around here. Anyone could have done that. I mean, after our argument, you were even all in Hollyís fa...
[Leanna suddenly pauses and gasps in shock.]
GAIA: [taking a step closer] Listen to me, kiddo. You might think I'm unfriendly, and you might think I'm a pest, but one thing I am not, is stupid. So don't think for one second that you can take me for a fool. I've been in this business far too long to fall for your little mind games.
[Leanna holds up her hand.]
LEANNA: Youíre not stupid. And neither am I. But someone wishes that we were!
[Leanna shakes her head.]
LEANNA: This makes perfect sense. She sets this up and not only does it lead to you getting banged up but has us at one anotherís throats too. Sheís killing two birds with one stone and she probably got her little lap dog to do it all.
LEANNA: That [MEEP]! [she sighs] Look, Gaia, I know exactly who did this. And, if you want, I can prove it.
[Sighing, frustrated, Gaia gestures for Leanna to do so.]
GAIA: Since you're so determined to stick to your guns, what do you have in mind?
LEANNA: Come with me. Iíve got an idea.
Scud: Nothing good ever came from having an idea.
MO: Oh come on now, isn't that awfully generic?
MO: So there was never a good idea?
MO: All right. What about the invention of the light bulb? I think that qualifies as a good idea.
MO: Your cynicism is frightening sometimes.
Scud: It was my therapistís idea to be open with my feelings.
MO: Bad idea.
Scud: My point exactly.
[When standing outside large glass double-doors right next to the gigantic Lilly Fawne-Dorsey, pug-like sexagenarian manager William Houlder looks especially short and round. Nervously, he dabs the sweat off his balding cranium with a handkerchief as the manager and bodyguard duo approach a handsome man of Haitian origins, bedecked in stylish suit and tie, with closely cropped hair and a toothpick between his teeth.]
WH: S-So... w-what happened, exactly, M-mister Neptune?
Neptune: It's difficult to say with great exactitude, Mr. Houlder, but one thing is for sure: hiring me, [Neptune turns to stare at the camera.] Jean-Daniel Neptune PI, [He turns back to Houlder.] ... was the best move you could make under the circumstances.
[JD Neptune PI starts to swivel, stops in mid-movement, suspiciously sizes up Lilly, then completes his 180 turn.]
Neptune: Now, you're very lucky. The New Orleans Scientific Fitness and Spa Center's clientele pays a high premium for privacy, and the owners would prefer that the police not get involved.
Lilly: The police?
WH: D-Did something hap-happen to Eveline?
Neptune: You could say that, Mr. Houlder. But piecing together exactly what happened is difficult. Follow me.
[The doors part as Jean-Daniel Neptune PI steps through. William Houlder and Lilly Fawne-Dorsey waddle and shuffle on through behind him, respectively. They momentarily stop in the reception area.]
Neptune: Did Miss Eriksen seem perturbed or depressed recently? Aggressive, perhaps?
WH: Oh, no. She's been very nice.
Lilly: Are you kidding? She hasn't said a single word in weeks!
Lilly: She's been stewing in silent, repressed anger, like crock-pot.
[JD Neptune PI toys with the toothpick lodged between his teeth.]
Neptune: I see. Like a ticking time bomb. I do believe that was the missing piece of the puzzle. Say...
[He looks up to the 7" Lilly.]
Neptune: Pre-op, or post-op?
Neptune: I'll figure it out. [He turns his head to the camera.] JD Neptune PI always figures it out.
[He gestures to Houlder.]
Neptune: C'mon, follow me.
[The private eye pushes through another door, and the group enters a room filled with various exercise machines.]
Neptune: I've examined the scene, and I can affirm with reasonable certainty that she spent most of her time on this exercise bike, right here.
[With his toothpick, he points to an innocuous looking stationary bike.]
Lilly: How do you know?
Neptune: From the marks left on the floor, I can tell that all of the exercise machines over there have been moved. While Miss Eriksen worked out here, all of the men in the room moved their own stations in order to get a better view.
WH: Th-that always happens.
Neptune: But that's not what set the events in motion, Mr. Houlder. Rather, it's when she moved to the cable motion station over here.
Lilly: How do-
Neptune: Her bag's still here, near the bench.
Neptune: From here, she had a direct view of the television set on the shelves over there.
WH: Th-there is no TV on the shelves.
Neptune: That's because it is now lodged into the wall, there, near the door.
WH: Oh, my!
Neptune: My best guess, and it's only a theory at his point, is that the television set was tuned to a rerun of the Miss World Fitness 2010 competition earlier today. This program sparked repressed memories of the Miss Morality competition, and, irritated, she threw the set into the movie poster right there. Incidentally, it's a movie called "Summer's Blood" starring Ashley Greene, who you might know from the Twilight movies... my girlfriend loves that [BLEEP]. Symbolic target, perhaps?
[The private eye takes two steps to the left and points towards the wall with his toothpick.]
Neptune: Based on character profiling, I surmise she temporarily calmed down, soothed by the sight of her own reflection in this here mirror. I admit it, if I looked that damn fine, I'd spend hours in front of the mirror, too...
[JD Neptune PI heads for the door next to the TV through the wall, forcing the big & small duo to follow.]
Neptune: But then, she heard something from this aerobics room. The stereo system and the CD it contained is now on the other side of that broken window, but the sleeve is here. I'm thinking track number six, titled "Smile Until Your Face Hurts" reminded her of pageants.
Lilly: That's one of Miyuki Ozaki's CDs! "Lonely Eyes!"
WH: Sh-she has a match against Miss Ozaki this week...
Neptune: Interesting. Then it may have been the irritating music as a whole that sparked her off...
Lilly: I don't know, the CD is pretty good. ...What. What? It is!
Neptune: Say... When did you stop the estrogen treatments?
Lilly: I was born like this.
Neptune: Really? Huh... In any case, Miss Eriksen ripped the stripper's pole from this side here - don't know why stripper poles are the in thing now, but my girl's into it so I ain't complaining - ... and the patrons fled through those doors. But this is where it gets messy.
WH: It-it wasn't messy before?
Neptune: While swinging the pole like a battle ax, Miss Eriksen obliterated the rest of the window, and saw the hand-painted sign across the alley.
[Lilly approaches and looks through the broken window, towards what JD Neptune points at with his toothpick.]
Lilly: Oh, no... "Swedish Massage?"
WH: Wh-what... what are all those police cars? It's... it's a crime scene?
Neptune: Of sorts. Miss Eriksen leaped from this window, here, as indicated by this piece of white cloth embedded into the shards. We, however, can simply walk back to the parking lot.
[The private investigator is on the move again, and again, Houlder follows, now fully panicked.]
Neptune: No, Mr. Houlder, that massage parlor did not contain any Swedes, nor did they offer any Swedish massages. That was a front.
[They leave the room and traverse the lobby again.]
Neptune: Miss Eriksen instead stumbled into a den of Thai whores, victims of international human trafficking. The considerable chaos and destruction she caused in her berserk rage attracted the attention of the proper authorities. She injured a lot of people, though. For some reason, she did not like those Asian whores at all.
WH: Oh... oh... did they-
Neptune: The pimps have been booked and the whores will be deported, but Miss Eriksen herself was not arrested. When the police arrived, the only things left were broken debris, mauled ho's and battered perverts.
[Now in the parking lot, JD Neptune PI stops.]
Neptune: You see... one of the clients of that "massage parlor" was a man called "Bayou" Billy Barbeau. He specializes in ridding rural home-owners from stray gators and other critters that may trespass onto their property in a safe and humane manner, Mr. Houlder. He came into town to get himself some "love you long time," but when he heard all the commotion in the place, he darted for his truck and retrieved his tranquilizer gun.
[The private eye turns to a man in overalls meddling around under the hood of his van.]
Neptune: How many shots were required to take her down, Mr. Barbeau.
[Stunned to hear his name, the bearded man turns his head, his beady eyes filled with fear.]
Neptune: Five? Six? ... Six, huh.
WH: H-he shot Leena???
BBB: Naw di'in'!
Neptune: Now, Mr. Barbeau, if you open the back of your van, and give us the drugged woman you were hoping to drag back to your cabin, I'll give you this spark plug back.
BBB: Whuh... Haw didjuh...
Neptune: JD Neptune PI figures it out, Mr. Barbeau. You can expect a visit from the local department later today. Now, open up that van.
BBB: Aaaaaaaw maaaaaan...
[Defeated, the dastardly Cajun shuffles back along his "Critter Control" van, opens the rear doors, and takes possession of his missing spark plug. Within the vehicle, Eveline Eriksen lays in he white gym uniformed, tattered and blood stained, and peppered with tranquilizer darts. The giant Lilly Fawne-Dorsey reaches in and pulls her out from the back of the van.]
WH: W-will she be alright?
Neptune: Yes. She'll wake up in a few hours, good as new. But probably quite angry.
Lilly: How is that different from usual?
Neptune: I mean much angrier than usual. Like a sleepwalker, one should never interrupt a berserker.
WH: Ah.. a berserker?
Neptune: Yes. A rare condition that can sometimes occur among Scandinavians. For a berserker to return to normal, the pent up anger and rage has to be fully evacuated, which was not the case here. My best guess is that she will revert to her pre-postal status, until something sets off another episode.
WH: Like what?
Neptune: Possibilities are endless. Odds are, another rage episode will occur, Mr. Houlder. Next time, I advise you not to interrupt until the rage has been fully vented out. Now... I believe the New Orleans Scientific Fitness and Spa Center would appreciate some indemnification.
WH: Oh! Uh-of course!
[The neurotic little financier quickly reaches for his checkbook.]
Neptune: And... there is also the matter of my fee.
[As William Houlder signs another check, behind him, we only have enough time to see Lilly carefully place the unconscious Eveline Eriksen into a long, white limousine before the screen fades to black.]
Scud: This... this may be my chance to escape.
Scud: The Blonde Berserker! You saw what she did... all that property damage!
MO: You're still going on about that?
Scud: Have you learned nothing about Eriksen? The woman holds a grudge!
MO: You think she'll waste her time on you?
Scud: Everyone likes Scud Violence! _Everyone_.
MO: Ummm... sure.
[Beyond a semi-circular triple row of security monitors eerily glowing in the dark, a door opens. The white light from the outside is blinding, until a silhouette blocks a small portion of it. She holds the door knob in one hand, and the door frame with other. She is lithe and svelte, and the light shines through her cinder blond hair. The silhouette is Sylhouette's.
Near the camera, a black shape stirs in front of the monitors. It's voice is Gamma Ray's.]
GR: Hhm. I figured you'd come crawling back one of these days.
Syl: I only wanted to ask you a question.
GR: The answer is no.
[Sylhouette takes a step inside the room, still back-lit by the corridor's bright light through the open doorway.]
GR: I said no. No more sidekicks. No more of those distractions. I've moved on to greater things. Things upon which rests the future of wrestling, the very future of my UWF. I can't deal with impertinent little impediments any more. No more sidekicks.
Syl: Just listen to me. That's not what I'm here for.
GR: What do you want, then?
Syl: I was asking myself _why_ when...
Syl: Yes. Like... Why do you do it?
GR: Because no one else has what it takes. No one else has the guts.
Syl: I mean... This whole Guard business.
GR: Because you don't bring a sword to a gun fight, girl. I didn't chose the field of battle, Lee did. All I chose to do is defy oppression and rise against tyranny, because I'm the only one with enough backbone and courage to do it.
Syl: All I know is that you could be the very best wrestler in the world, but no one would ever know it because all you do is hide behind an army.
GR: Hide behind it? I lead the charge!
Syl: Well I don't think you need all those goons around you.
GR: When a despot seizes control of your federation with a hostile takeover, a putsch for the benefit of his freaks, his puppets and his old boys club, someone has to do what it takes to stop him and make things right.
[Just by her demeanor, it looks like Sylhouette just rolled her eyes.]
GR: You just don't have the vision. You're an ostrich covering her head in the sand. Only I have the heart and courage to defy Lee and save the UWF, save wrestling. And only I have the means, the talent, execution and acumen to defeat him. First I get rid of the MBC, second, get rid of the old dinosaurs crippling the UWF.
Syl: Come on, most of them are not even as old as you make them out to be, but barely a few years older than yourself.
GR: It's not about age, it has nothing to do with age. It's about dead wood that spent so long under the spot light that they've been burnt to a crisp. They've become so stale nothing of what initially brought them into the spotlight remains. Meanwhile, I've been the cynosure of all eyes for two years.
Syl: Arguably. You're not the only star in this galaxy, sir.
GR: I am Gamma Ray, girl, the shining light of wrestling. I'll out-wrestle absolutely anybody, anytime, anywhere. No man in either federations can beat me one on one.
Syl: Mais merde, ŗ la fin! Can you stop flattering yourself for a second and listen to me? That's not why I'm here. I just want to know... Why did Nikki injure my friend? Why did Brianna try to get me shipped back to France, and why did she think she'd forgiven just because she put her face in the path of a stray punch? Basically, I'd like to know why people do evil. And when it comes to doing evil...
GR: I am an expert on evil people...
Syl: I just thought of the most evil person around and figured...
GR: You want to know about Kyle Lee...
GR: In my experience, truly evil men like Kyle Lee act out of greed, vanity, hate, but most especially fear. In his cupidity, Lee coveted the CL Cup, but was afraid he'd lose. And so, he bribed his way to victory.
His vanity made him fear my own performance the following year, for he knew I'd out-perform him handily. So he bribed the referees against me. He was afraid the UWF would outdo his circus sideshow MBC, so he had Chambers prevent me from cashing in my title shot so he could instead install a puppet champion that would do everything in his power to undermine the World Heavyweight Championship's worth, so that Crimson's title could gain in relative importance. For two years, he made sure Allison Chambers blocked my path with unwarranted obstacles, and withheld all that I am due. All this, girl, Lee did out of what?
[Sylhouette sighs, and mechanically repeats the answer.]
Syl: Greed, vanity, hate and fear.
GR: That's right. So you see, what motivates your friend Brianna is one or more of those traits. If she wanted to end your career, surely she was envious and fearful.
Syl: And Nikki?
GR: She seems alright. Too Canadian, though.
Syl: That girl isn't right. Not right up here, I mean.
GR: As I said, too Canadian. Being evil and being Canadian appears very similar, so I see how you can be confused.
Syl: Canadians supposed to be polite and tolerant. Nikki's a vulgar little hate machine!
GR: Well, there you go. You answered your own question. Your friend is driven by hate.
Syl: In no way is she my friend.
GR: ... Hate, greed, vanity and fear.
[She repositions herself to shift her weight from one hip to the other.]
Syl: So stealing away control of UWF/MBC security to take two feds hostage and torment everyone at every opportunity... is that done out of fear?
GR: Standing up to tyrannical oppression isn't fear, you petulant little fool, it's [BLEEP]ing courage! I'm not holding this place hostage, I'm setting it free!
Syl: You destroyed the CL Cup.
GR: I had to. It had become tainted and meaningless, rendered worthless by the backstage politics of wrestling big wigs. It had to be done so Lee's hatred could overcome his paralyzing fear, so that he could finally crawl out of hiding. His hate had to take over.
Syl: Well, from where I'm standing, everything you do seems to be motivated by greed, vanity, and hate.
GR: And that's why you come here with questions instead of answers, why you didn't have what it takes to be the hero. The only role you're good for is the victim.
Syl: Yes, definitely hate.
GR: Just get the [BLEEP] out of here you [BLEEP]ing [BLEEP].
[Sylhouette heads back towards the door, but stall for a moment before crossing into the blindingly white corridor. She turns her head and, with a defiant mirth, adds...]
Syl: Thank you, sir.
[She closes the door behind her, and the screen is only shortly lit by the eerie glow of the monitors before fading to full black.]
Scud: I should feel creeped out right?
Scud: Do you think he watches those monitors... naked?
Scud: Sorry, that question was sent to me by Slush.
Scud: And Sam Steely.
MO: And you thought it would be a good idea to read those out loud?
Scud: He's gunning for MBC people anyways. Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
MO: You're simply damned regardless.
[MBC] PSYCHO DRIVER TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH
FIONA CASSIDY and TARYN WELLER ©
versus LEANNA and LOLITA LOVE
If one didn't know any better, you'd think Leanna and Lolita hadn't split up. Once the match began, their chemistry was quite apparent as they faced the reigning tag team champions. And though, Weller and Cassidy hadn't been together as a team nearly as long as the Love sisters had, they still worked well. One had to wonder how long it would be as Cassidy ignored just about anything Weller's manager Deanna Orlofski said to her. Even if there was a schism with either team, it didn't matter. In fact, no difficulties between teammates showed up through the course of the match. However, the same could not be said for miscommunications. There were moments when it seemed a key miscue could mean the end of the title reign of Fiona and Teryn but inevitably, it was a missed double team by Leanna that lead to Lolita being cornered and ultimately pinned to end the match. As Cassidy and Weller walked away with their titles, Lolita and Leanna tried to figure out what happened. From there, they simply went their separate ways..
WINNER BY PINFALL AND STILL CHAMPIONS: Fiona Cassidy and Taryn Weller
Scud: I think I'm really going to miss the Loves as a tag team.
MO: They're quite good together, that's for sure.
Scud: And they always stood up for me, which I'll always appreciate.
MO: So, let me ask you. How many people would wager that Lolita could take you in a fight.
Scud: Pfft, everyone bet on her.
Scud: Even my wife.
MO: That's so sad.
Scud: No, what was sad is that nobody bet on me even if I had a knife and she had one arm tied behind her back.
MO: What is it like to have no one believe in you?
Scud: Probably something akin to being William Shatner's acting coach.
[We cut to the back... or somewhere, at least. The room is dark and lined with shelves. Some of them seem to contain large, dusty books, others weirdly glowing jars. In the centre of the room, illuminated by a pale light, is Max Benson. He is dressed in a white lab coat and wears large, thick goggles. He cackles as the camera turns to him.]
MB: Greetings, humanoids, and welcome to my humble abode. Forgive me if I seem a little fatigued, but I've been working all day and night on my latest creation. For you see, in my next battle I face off against the UWF's greatest weapon, the one that has slain monsters, destroyed heroes, and reduced great warriors to shells of men. I am speaking, of course... of the Tommy Stephens style senton.
Some may argue that this technique is invincible, that even a great scientist such as myself cannot come up with a counter to it. Those people are wrong. For I have devised a technique so sophisticated, so vile, that it will destroy Tommy Stephens forever. MWAHAHAHAHA!
[Benson's evil laugh quickly turns into a hacking cough. He turns away from the camera for a moment until the cough subsides.]
MB: With my secret weapon the UWF doesn't stand a chance against the forces of the MBC! But I'll offer you a chance to surrender. Any UWF wrestler who goes peacefully will receive a priveledged spot once the MBC succeeds in conquering this joint promotion... and then the WORLD! MWAHA... you get the idea.
Tommy Stephens, count your days, because they are numbered! You will rue the day you met "Mad Science" Max Benson!
[Max looks like he's about to launch into another evil laugh, but decides better of it. Instead he just shakes his fist at the camera, which you suppose might be an attempt to be menacing. Fade to black.]
MO: I'm still trying to figure that guy out.
Scud: I think he's still trying to figure himself out.
MO: You think itís a deep rooted psychological issue?
Scud: I think thatís the sort of thing thatís required to wrestle for the MBC.
MO: Or just be employed.
Scud: We're popular in mental health circles.
MO: Because of the crazy?
Scud: It's a living, breathing case study.
[Fade backstage once again, though this particular spot is much more abandoned than the rest. That is, only one person seems to be occupying this area of the venue, one Gaia Brasher. She's still dressed in her leather jacket, powder green top, and denim jeans. Pacing back and forth, Gaia is grumbling to herself.]
GAIA: Can't believe I'm actually doing this. Can't believe I'm letting her play her game some more. I'm a veteran. I've been wrestling for twenty-one years. This has to be the stupidest thing I've ever agreed to.
[Still pacing back and forth. It's more of a slow pacing though. A contemplative pacing.]
GAIA: But if my hunch is right, then I'll be ready.
[Gaia turns in time to avoid an approaching metal pipe, aiming at her head. She stumbles back a bit and sees the woman again, clad in a black, ski mask and catsuit, the pipe in her hand. As Gaia steadies herself, the woman charges again. She goes for a swing but Gaia side steps. But the move proves to be a fake-out as the woman suddenly spins and catches Gaia in the midsection with the pipe. The move sends Gaia to one knee and the woman raises the pipe again.]
VOICE: Holly should know better than to send a scrub to do a womanís job!
[The masked woman turns and is shocked as Leanna Love races towards her, still clad in her wrestling attire. The woman swings but Leanna ducks low, turns and kicks the pipe from the womanís hands.]
LEANNA: But you can tell my sister that yourself!
[Leanna charges the woman pressing her forearm into her throat and slamming her back first against the wall.]
LEANNA: [grins] After we get done kicking your ass. Isnít that right,...
[Leanna reaches up and snatches off the mask.]
[Except, itís not the face of Georgia Church that greetss her.]
[Instead, itís the cold, angry eyes of her sister.]
[The grin slowly fades from Leannaís face, a gasp of shock escaping her lips. Lolita takes the moment of surprise to scream, shoving her sister away from her and racing off. Leanna can do nothing but stare after her sister, her eyes wide and mouth agape. Clutching the mask in one hand, Leanna stumbles, bringing the other hand to her stomach, a sick look on her face.]
LEANNA: Oh...Oh my God.
[Having recovered enough from the gut shot, Gaia is there to help steady her.]
GAIA: I'm sorry. You were right... well, sort of. And I was wrong. Wrong about you, wrong about your sister... I'm sorry.
[Leanna is clearly in shock, taking a moment to turn towards Gaia. And, when she does, it takes a moment to speak, almost as if she is still processing it all.]
LEANNA: No...Iím sorry...so...sorry...
[Leanna opens her mouth to speak but closes it, shaking her head.]
LEANNA: I gotta...leave...I gotta go...
[Leanna lets the mask drop and turns to walk off. Gaia in turn picks up
the mask, looking into its vacant eyeholes.]
GAIA: This is my fault. It's all my fault. I provoked it, and totally
missed my mark on the possible consequences.
[She watches as Leanna leaves.]
MO: Did NOT see that coming.
Scud: Neither did Leanna. And good lord... the look on Lolita's face. She is the last person I would ever expect to see that kind of look.
MO: I'm really questioning Gaia's part in all this.
Scud: Pfft, irrelevant. Only one thing is really important here.
MO: What's that?
Scud: It proves that there is no such thing as a good idea.
MO: How about we move on and examine the Empress Cup standings?
Scud: Bad, bad idea.
MO: Let's take a look at the first group.
GROUP A W L T Pts
y-Amazing Grace | 2 | 0 | 1 | 7 |
Kiora Donavon | 1 | 0 | 1 | 4 |
Felicity Malone | 1 | 1 | 0 | 3 |
Georgia Church | 0 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
y-clinched second round berth
MO: The winner for this group will actually come down to tonight's match between Kiora Donavon and Felicity Malone. Amazing Grace has already clinched a spot in the next round.
Scud: If Malone beats Kiora, she will move on to the second round and Grace goes in as the winner of the group. If Kiora wins, she and Grace will be tied points wise.
MO: But the tiebreaker could come down to a style of victory. It's all very complicated.
Scud: In other words, convoluted.
GROUP B W L T Pts
x-Scottie Saratoga| 3 | 0 | 0 | 9 |
y-Fiona Cassidy | 1 | 1 | 1 | 4 |
Laura Davis | 0 | 1 | 2 | 2 |
Tesla St. James | 0 | 2 | 1 | 1 |
y-Group Runner Up
MO: I think most people are shocked by the result of this bracket. Laura Davis and Tesla St. James were both favored to move on but neither one is.
Scud: Seems like they got too distracted with one another. That time limit draw between the two was a sight to see.
MO: But let us not forget the outstanding performance by Scottie Saratoga. She's really turning some heads with her talent.
GROUP C W L T Pts
y-Brianna Landis | 2 | 0 | 1 | 7 |
Miyuki Ozaki | 1 | 0 | 1 | 4 |
Dalbello Rage | 1 | 2 | 0 | 3 |
Eveline Eriksen | 0 | 2 | 0 | 0 |
y-clinched second round berth
MO: Much like Group A, this one will come down to a match tonight.
Scud: Eveline Eriksen won't be able to move on no matter what, however, she can play spoil.
MO: And let's face it, she does seem to ruin everyone else's fun if she isn't having any.
Scud: Owens said it your majesty. Not me.
MO: If Miyuki Ozaki defeats the "Viking Vixen" tonight, the winner of the group will be determined by the "Style of Victory" tiebreaker. Regardless, Brianna Landis moves on to the next round.
GROUP D W L T Pts
x-Gaia Brasher | 3 | 0 | 0 | 9 |
y-Tommy Jackson | 2 | 1 | 0 | 6 |
Leanna Love | 1 | 2 | 0 | 3 |
Johanna Suprema | 0 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
y-Group Runner Up
MO: And finally, we've got a group with an undefeated Gaia Brasher taking the win with Tommy Jackson as the rummer up.
Scud: Johanna isn't happy. I hear she's out for blood now.
Scud: Oh I'm sure. I inevitably always am the first to bleed out.
MO: Let's see how the next round is shaping up then.
Scud: No love here. No love.
GROUP A WINNER vs Tommy Jackson
Scottie Saratoga vs GROUP C RUNNERUP
GROUP C WINNER vs Fiona Cassidy
Gaia Brasher vs GROUP A RUNNERUP
MO: And we'll see those matches take place on a special edition of House of Throwdowns set to take place before Heaven and Hell.
Scud: With the final four taking place on Night One.
MO: And the championship final on Night Two.
Scud: But till then, we go to this.
[We cut to a hallway backstage, no one is around but we hear voices.]
Male Voice: I can't believe those Phoenix guys wanted that gimmick!
Female Voice: The proof is in the bank account, Honey Bunny!
[Turning a corner and into view it's a very familiar couple. Dressed in a dark brown button up shirt with a royal blue suit jacket over it and royal blue slacks and black dress shoes it's "Up All Night" Pablo O'Connor. Next to him dressed in a long expensive looking red overcoat with big black buttons and a black wrap belt, dark panty hosed legs with black expensive looking high heels and a more expensive looking black purse it's his wife, Stephanie Delacroix.]
POC: Do we still get a cut of the royalties for masks and merchandise?
[Stephanie rolls her eyes.]
SD: Of course, baby! You'd think I've never done any of this before the way you talk!
POC: Lo siento, amor. I'm just.. Uptight with the Morningstars match coming up and all the blasted anger management and drug testing
they've been hitting me with.
SD: I was part of that anger management crap too!
POC: I know, I know!
SD: And you always question my negotiation deals yet you never want to do them yourself!
POC: I'm no good with that stuff. I don't have the patience for it.
SD: And you're nervous as heck all the time lately! Your mother keeps giving me lectures on calming you down because of heart issues in your family on both sides and..
POC: Again, it's those damned short bus yokels and stuff!
SD: You know what it really is.
[Delacroix gives Pablo a seductive look.]
SD: We're fighting our nature! The cheating, the delicious cheating, it's eating us inside!
[Pablo looks taken in by the talk.]
POC: Damn I want to bite into that apple..
[Pablo shakes his head.]
POC: Mujer! We can't.. We shouldn't think like that anymore.
[Stephanie looks dissapointed.]
[They walk up to the restrooms and Stephanie stops.]
SD: And also typical I need to make a little visit to the little girls' room.
[Pablo nods his head.]
POC: Ok, Sweet and Sugar, I'll be here.
[They share a quick kiss then Stephanie goes into the ladies room and Pablo leans against a wall and lets out a long sigh.]
POC: I can't wait to get those Morningstars in the ring and...
[Suddenly from out of nowhere Cain Morningstar spears the completelytaken by surprise O'Connor against the wall! As Cain steps back Pablo slumps to the floor holding his midsection. Cain stands over Pablo and slowly shakes his head side to side.]
CM: You donít listen do you Pablo?
[Cain slams his right boot across the chest of Pablo three times in rapid succession as he continues to say You Donít Listen.]
CM: Look at you Pablo. Just look at you! All the big talk day after day, night after night and once again youíre on your back praying that someone will save you from the Morningstars!
[Cain reaches down and grabs Pablo by his hair and pulls him close to his own face.]
CM: But see Pablo, no one is here for you. No one is by your side saving your pathetic ass from another beating. Whereís the great Brett Young? Oh thatís right heís just a fantasy ... an imaginary friend.
[Cain shakes Pablo for a split second before throwing him to the ground and driving his knee into the chest of Pablo. Cain keeps his knee pressed into the chest of Pablo as he begins to speak again.]
CM: Donít you see it Pablo? Donít you see how pathetic you are now? Brett Young hasnít done a thing for you Pablo ... in fact heís abandoned you when you need him most. And look what itís done to you ...
[Cain continues to press his knee into Pabloís chest as he grabs him by the hair and just begins to wipe the floor with the back of Pabloís head.]
CM: Youíre a mop ... only good enough to clean the spit off the floor with.
[Cain slaps the face of Pablo as he stands and walks away from Pablo, who is clutching his mid-section from the spear and stomps.]
[The bathroom door opens and out walks Stephanie, unaware of what was going on.]
SD: You read-?
[Stephanie sees Pablo laying on the floor holding his midsection and she drops down to check on him.]
SD: Honey Bunny! What happened?! Who did this?!
[Pablo groans and then looks in the direction that Cain Morningstar left from and glares angrily, his rage boiling up in his eyes.]
[The scene fades as Stephanie attends to Pablo.]
MO: And where was the Guard to prevent that attack?
Scud: Let's face it. Those kinds of attacks happen all the time in this business.
MO: Yes, but itís much easier to blame The Guard.
Scud: You don't really want to get on their bad side.
MO: Who _isn't_ on their bad side now days?
Scud: I'd assume puppy vendors. But you know, Gamma Ray could have a whole speech against puppy farms ready to go.
MO: You're advocating puppy farms?
Scud: Adoption agencies, yes. No kill shelters, yes. Puppy farms, no. Puppy farms baaaad.
MO: Right... well, before we sign off to let things kick over to Rampage, I'm told we've got something "very special."
Scud: Wait, wait.
Scud: I need my earplugs.
Scud: You'll see.... or I guess... you'll hear.
[We cut to the entranceway. Why do we cut to the entranceway? Because a band is about to perform there.
And if there's a band about to perform, you can figure out who it would be leading it.
That would be "The American Idol" Amber Rogers. She is dressed in a white halter top and blue jeans, her guitar in her hands. Backing her up would be the members of her band, Idol Chatter... that's Jeremy Day on the keyboard and Bradley Green on the drums.
The fans are already jeering, and we should know by now it has nothing to do with not wanting a concert during a wrestling show and everything to do with not wanting this particular concert.
Not that it matters to Amber, who just smiles.]
AR: I know you are all disappointed that we are taking time with setting things up, but don't worry... I never disappoint my fans.
[She's still smiling and the fans are still jeering.]
AR: As you are all aware, our women's commissioner Tara Smith saw fit to exclude _me_ from competing for the Empress Cup! I consider this to be a travesty! How dare she not allow me the opportunity to perform in front of my legions of Idolizers worldwide!
But fear not... for not only am I here to perform my latest hit single for everyone's pleasure... but also to lay out my case against our women's commissioner and how wrong it was to not allow me the chance to win that Empress Cup!
Jeremy... Bradley... let's get to it!
[And so, the number begins, first with Amber's singing.]
#I was left out and you're to blame#
#Tara, you gave the Cup a bad name#
[And so, the music begins... as you've probably figured, it's set to the tune of Bon Jovi's "You Give Love A Bad Name." And believe me, the musical talent of Idol Chatter is evident as they can rock pretty well... but not that it matters to the fans, who want nothing to do with hearing about the world according to Amber Rogers.
Not that it matters... Amber wants to sing and she's gonna sing.]
#That phony smile is what you sell#
#You promised me fairness, it's lies that you tell#
#The Empress Cup didn't include me#
#You're holding me back and now it's plain to see#
#Oh, you might think it's done, yeah#
#No, I can tell you, hon#
#That you cannot stop me#
#From making it known#
#Straight from the heart that you're to blame#
#You gave the Cup a bad name#
#You play that part like it's some kind of a game#
#You gave the Cup a bad name#
#You gave the Cup a bad name#
#Phony words come through your lips#
#And leaving me out, it was my heart you ripped#
#You crushed my dreams, I don't know why#
#But as commissioner you should say good-bye#
#Oh, then let me have my run#
#Oh, I'm making it known#
#That I can do better#
#Than you've ever done#
#As it's plain to see that you're to blame#
#You gave the Cup a bad name#
#I should be in charge and then end your games#
#You gave the Cup a bad name#
#You gave the Cup, oh#
#Everyone knows that you're to blame#
#You gave the Cup a bad name#
#You play that part like it's some kind of a game#
#You gave the Cup a bad name#
#Everyone knows that you're to blame#
#You gave the Cup a bad name#
#You play that part like it's some kind of a game#
#You gave the Cup a bad name#
#Yeah, you gave the Cup#
#You gave the Cup#
#A bad name#
[Idol Chatter seems quite pleased with their performance... Amber in particular, given her big smile. The fans, however, express their displeasure.
Of course, Amber sees it differently.]
AR: You hear that, Tara Smith? Everyone here knows you screwed me over! And I know they aren't gonna take it any more!
[This is the world according to Amber Rogers.]
AR: And I'm now calling for your resignation, so that the greatest talent ever known to the UWF and to the MBC can rightly take her place on center stage!
[She smiles her widest smile yet/]
[And then, she waves to the jeering crowd.]
AR: You are a most wonderful audience... I love you all... from the bottom of my heart!
[With that, she and her band members depart the stage and then the countdown begins...
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