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[UWF/MBC] Rampage Bloody Rampage Hour One; It's alive! It's alllllliiiiiiivvvvveeee
Topic Started: Nov 10 2010, 05:37 PM (305 Views)
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Amigo, I ain't anybody but Juan Vasquez!
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Bumped again. Entire show online now:

http://www.uwfcentral.com/cards/rbr0821.txt

[Fade up.]

BCS: Show him.

AC: You show him.

BCS: The guy who did it is on _your_ part of the roster.

KL: Ladies.

[And we fade in to a darkened room, a room with a single bright light
shining down on a plain table. Standing to the right is UWF Commissioner
Allison Chambers. To the left is her MBC counterpart, Becky Carlisle-
Skullhead. Neither is quite pleased to see the other. The growing dislike
is ever tense.

Also growing is the impatience of one Kyle Lee, President and owner of
the UWF/MBC. He stands back behind the table in his customary suit.]

KL: I don't care who shows me. Just show me.

[Allison and Becky stare at one another one more time. Becky is the first
to flinch in this game of chicken and reaches under the table to retrieve
a box. The box is made of cardboard and is the type of box you'd get a
sizeable package in, say from a place like Amazon.com. But if that
package were to rattle like this one does, you'd know there was a
problem.

And with this box... there's definitely a problem.]

KL: Do it.

[With reluctance, Carlisle-Skullhead upends the box, emptying the
contents onto the table. Crushed, contorted, mangled, warped... all words
that can describe this mess.

All words that can describe what's left of Kyle Lee's CL Memorial Cup
Trophy.]

KL: ...

BCS: We think that's all of it.

AC: The ring crew was pretty thorough.

KL: ...

[Lee says nothing. But does he need to? The expression of sadness then
rage is apparent.]

AC: I think the Guard actually helped us find some of the pieces.

BCS: Of course they would. Just to rub salt in the wounds.

AC: I guess they were mad that they couldn't find you...

[Allison's voice trails off as she looks at Lee. Instinctively, she and
Becky back away from the table. Lee's expression of anger grows and grows
until...

...unexpectedly, he goes calm.]

KL: ...

[Still saying nothing, he takes off his suit jacket. He then loosens his
tie. He rolls up his sleeves and turns towards the door. Without a word,
he leaves the room...]

AC: This won't be good.

BCS: No [MEEP]! You think?

[As the two commissioners stare holes into one another's souls, we fade
into the opening sequence shared by both UWF and MBC wrestlers, "Sound of
Madness" by Shinedown plays. Soon though it gives way to the opening
graphics:]

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\_____/ 08-21-10
Hour One
Time Warner Cable Arena in Charlotte, NC


[The logo fades and we are taken straight away to the interior of the
Time Warner Cable Arena. Their tech support may suck but they can at
least sponsor a decent arena. The fans don't seem to mind. In fact,
they're all on their feet, waving their signs, pointing at their shirts
and staring at the people who would be better served living in a zoo.
Think this intro is surly? You've seen nothing!]

MO: Welcome everybody to another edition of Rampage Bloody Rampage!

[Somehow, in the span of only a few minutes Moe Owens and Billy "Scud"
McKenzie have managed to get from their luxury suite location down to s
small announcers' table situated near the MegaTron.]

Scud: We're just now getting a table?

[It's a table with the new "UWF/MBC" logo emblazened on the front of it,
like a shining beacon of awesomeness in the bleak landscape of sports
entertainment.]

MO: We're looking at another show with an incredible lineup. But I think
I'm now more interested in just what President Lee is going to do.

Scud: Oh... it won't be good.

MO: How do you know?

Scud: I've seen that look before. It won't be good for Gamma Ray or The
Guard.

MO: What makes you say that?

Scud: Why ruin the surprise. You'll see soon enough.

MO: Suddenly I'm feeling a little uneasy.

[Our cameraman appears to be backstage, in the locker room area. There is
a locker room door that is partially closed, but inside appears to be
"The Epitome of Evil" Serge Annis and Gabriel Whitecross. Whitecross is
leaning against the wall while a furious Annis paces inside the room.]

SA: ...never have and never will see eye to Whitecross, but we had an
arrangement...

[He stops and puts his finger in Whitecross' face.]

SA: An arrangement that you took advantage of... and left me with
nothing.

[Showing remarkable restraint in the process of such openly hostile
sentiments, The Era of Defiance straightens his posture. Whitecross'
stance is now construed as more battle-ready ... but the expression
upon his goateed facade, and the tone of his voice, they are both far
from aggressive.]

GW: Annis - you need to calm yourself. Nothing has ever been gained by
words and actions born from an unclear mind.

SA: Don't tell me what to do Whitecross... The world has come together
for you as of late, and you have forgotten those that got you there.

[Even Gabriel's flowing grey/silver locks can't disguise the
puzzlement now etched onto his face.]

GW ... Those that got me there?

[Annis returns to pacing as he clutches at his temples, clearing
bearing the sign of a bad migraine.]

SA: I was there for you when the Guard decided to intervene. No one
else came out to help you, but I did Whitecross. As per our
understanding, I had your back. But where were you? Where were you
when those mindless thugs came at me with night sticks and tasers? I
had to fight my own way out of it, not once... Not twice... but three
times!

[Gabriel cannot help himself. It is a momentary slip ; a quick verbal
outpour, born from past events.]

GW: Interesting you of all people would complain about tasers ...

[Annis glares at Whitecross. The thought of attack is clearly visible
as Serge coils his fist, about ready to strike.]

SA: Don't get cute with me Whitecross. It is clear that trusting you
was a mistake... I should have ended you when I had the chance... Just
one more shot, is all it would have took...

[Now this verbal jab hits a button with great emphasis. Powerless to
prevent the sneer from arising, the Englishman's muscular frame
galvanises into action. Whitecross takes a half step forward ; both
hands balled tightly ...

... And then he thinks better of what he is about to get embroiled in.
The current North American Champion retraces his half step ; his now
open hands raised in a 'let's just take a moment to gather ourselves,
huh?' gesture.]

GW: Evil one, it is true that maybe I have been overly consumed with
my own warfare, as of late ... And for that I owe you a measure of
apology. Yes, Annis. look into my eyes. Recognize the sincerity ....
For that I apologize ...

[Whitecross carefully reaches out and gently pats Serge on the shoulder.]

GW: My friend, do not let uncertainty and hatred consume. It can do no
good, and will reign down every form of Hell upon you.

[Annis glares down at Gabriel's hand and quickly swats it away. The
rage has returned to his eyes as he begins to shake.]

SA: Don't... ever... touch me again... Don't ever speak to me again.
Whatever this was... It was only to serve your cause... Your purpose.

[Serge moves for the door and swings it open. He is about to storm
out, but instead turns around and faces Whitecross.]

SA: I will no longer have your back Gabriel, because it is clear that
you never had mine... The Epitome of Evil doesn't need your help...

[Annis storms through the door, pushing past the camera man as he
bellows at the top of his lungs.]

SA: I DON'T NEED ANYONE!!!!

[For his part, The Era can only shake his head at what has just
transpired. Legitimate concern does indeed decorate his being � even
despite everything.]

GW: Ah, Serge ... Very little of this is about me, is it? ... The
worst is now to be feared ...

[Whitecross allows his words to trail off into introspective silence,
as the scene cuts to the backstage area. It's here we find "Dead End"
Derek Martin, already dressed in his wrestling attire, leaning up against
the wall, a scowl on his face.]

DM: So, Adam Rogers... I hope you've thought long and hard about the
things I've had to say, along with the... let's say.... other messages
I've sent to you.

[A laugh.]

DM: I'll say it right now... it's for your own good. Because believe
me... you don't want me sending additional messages your way.

Like the message that's about to get sent to Tommy Stephens.

[A sneer.]

DM: I listened to that whole spiel from Tommy Stephens... how he sobbed
about Goku whatever-his-name-is would be prody, how he hoped he could be
proud of himself and how he wanted to feed all the children starving in
Africa.

[He shakes his head.]

DM: Well, Tommy, you got to have your fun with Adam Rogers until I
decided it was my turn to have fun with him. And now... I get to have fun
with you.

And believe me, nothing is more fun for me than taking the hopes and
dreams of people like you and crushing them right before your eyes... and
no amount of your sentons is going to help you.

What I plan to is beat your ass from one end of the ring to the other and
leave you with that feeling that you let that Goku friend of yours down.

[A snicker.]

DM: Don't take it too hard, though... I'm just doing the things I love to
do.

And the TV title will be the bonus on top of that.

[Fade out.]

DR: Hello folks. Welcome to the first UWF segment of the show.

SS: The first and best.

AM: I'm almost one-hundred percent positive the biggest reason the MBC
people hate us is you.

SS: Are you sure its not our clear superiority?

DR: Another huge evening lies ahead of us, but for Serge Annis the night
started early.

AM: I'll say. He managed to call out Tumaffi _and_ Gabriel Whitecross
before our first match even started. Something's eating the Epitome of
Evil tonight.

SS: Victory is what's eating him, Amy. He said it earlier, he's
vanquished Tumaffi from the UWF forever. Beat him up so bad you'll never
see him again!

DR: I think that may be a premature comment, Sam. Tumaffi is a hardened
warrior, and while Serge did his best to try and destroy him a few shows
ago I have a feeling we haven't seen the last of him just yet.

SS: Nah, he's done for.

DR: And meanwhile ever since Tommy Stephens won the UWF Unified
Television Championship, he's been on a roll.

SS: I stil don't see how he won the damn thing.

AM: To do so would mean you need an attention span longer than thirty
seconds.

DR: As we just saw he faces Derek Martin in a few moments, and it could
certainly be the end of the title reign. Derek has been through enough
wars to know how to win a big match like this.

SS: Did he ever see time in Nam like I did?

AM: You were never in Vietnam.

SS: Sure I was.

AM: To what? Pick up a Vietmanese hooker?

SS: Did I show you the vacation photos?

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| | | | | | ___| WRITER: | | __ � ---|
|_______|________|___| Mike Beeby |__|_|__|______/______|
Rampage Bloody Rampage Rampage Bloody Rampage

UNIFIED TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE MATCH
TOMMY STEPHENS © vs DEREK MARTIN
----------------------------------------------------------------------

[Much like last week's title defense against Adam Rogers, Tommy Stephens
came out with the TV title around his waist and a great big smile on his
face. The crowd cheered their hearts out as Tommy locked up with the
miserable "Dead End" Derek Martin, and quickly took him down with an
armdrag. Martin, ever the veteran, rolled away from Tommy's pin attempt
and bashed him in the head with some elbow shots. Abusing the smaller
man, Martin hoisted him up quickly and hit a shoulderbreaker.]

DR: It didn't take long for the size difference to come into play.

SS: You underestimate the intelligence difference, Derek's way smarter
than Tommy Stephens ever could be. That's what's going to give him the
win, not size.

AM: Glad to see you're as objective as ever.

[Martin tried to finish the match quickly with The End, but Tommy
scrambled free and landed a flash kick to the side of his opponent's
thighs to try and chop the big man down. After several more kicks
Stephens tried a DDT on the hunched over Martin only to be shoved off and
then plowed over with a standing lariat. As the former North American
Champion stood over Tommy with an evil gleam in his eye, "The Natural"
Adam Rogers chose that moment to stride out from the locker rooms dressed
in jeans and a muscle shirt.]

SS: Hey, what the hell? Get Rogers out of here, he's got no business
here!

AM: You mean like Martin had no business last week when he interfered in
Adam's title shot?

DR: Martin hasn't spotted him yet, he's still looking to punish the
champion- small package!

[1 -- 2 -- And a big kickout from Martin, with a heavy sigh by the
audience who had hoped Tommy would pull out the victory then and there.
Martin got up first and again caught Stephens, driving him into the mat
with a sidewalk slam. Now is when he saw Rogers standing in the aisle,
arms crossed in front of him with a stony expression on his face. Martin
immediately got an angry look on his face and pointed Rogers out to the
ref, demanding he do something. But the official just shrugged, unable
or unwilling to do anything about the extra body. Tommy struggled to his
feet and upon being caught in a bodypress, wriggled free and landed on
his feet. A knee to the stomach and a quick bulldog followed, as
Stephens again tried for the cover only to be benchpressed off.]

SS: See, as much as he tries Stephens is just an annoying little gnat to
someone as seasoned as Derek Martin. It's inevitable.

AM: They said the same thing about Alex Martinez, yet Tommy was the one
who took the title from him.

SS: Lightning isn't going to strike twice, Amy.

DR: Stephens off the ropes with a bodypress- spiked into the mat by
Martin!

[After flipping Rogers off he grabbed Tommy and lifted him up into the
air for an overhead slam, holding him up for all to see before another
brutal slam to the canvas. Then Martin turned away from the official,
who while checking on Tommy's condition failed to see as the rulebreaker
unlaced the turnbuckle padding on the top rope to leave the metal link
exposed. A series of clotheslines on the semi-conscious Tommy followed,
each one chopping the champion down. But even in his current state Tommy
kept getting back up, the crowd firmly on his side. He finally ducked
one and tried to superkick Derek only to have a hand curled around his
throat. Spinning him around, Derek clubbed Tommy from behind and lifted
him up onto the top rope, leaving him to dangle by his feet upside down.
He backed up and delivered a running knee into Stephens' stomach, scooped
him up and hit a back suplex from the corner. As he went for the cover,
Rogers jumped up onto the apron and caught the referee's attention to
point out the exposed turnbuckle.]

SS: I knew it, Rogers is going to interfere and cost Derek the title!

AM: All he's doing is pointing out a dangerous obstacle, he's not getting
involved.

DR: That point is lost on Martin, he's getting up and he's enraged...

AM: Tommy's starting to get up too!

DR: Super SAMOAN Superkick between the shoulders, Martin goes headfirst
into the turnbuckle! Rollup!


ONE!





















TWO!



























THREE!





["Superficial" hits the PA system and Tommy rolls from the ring. Rogers
likewise jumps down off the apron, a satisfied look on his face.]

DH: Here is your winner... And still Unified Television Champion...

TOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYY STEEEEEEEEEPHENNNNNNNNNNNNNNSSSSSS!

AM: Tommy wins! Tommy wins!

SS: He pretty much owes that win to Rogers, because Derek Martin was a
second away from wearing that belt.

AM: I guess we'll never really know, will we?

[Stephens grabs the TV title and lifts it up over his head to a loud pop,
as in the ring a woozy Martin sits up. Slowly the realization comes over
his face that he's been had, and when he turns to see Adam Rogers backing
slowly up the aisle with that satisfied look, the anger comes pouring
out.]

AM: You have nobody to blame but yourself, Martin.

SS: Like that's going to stop him from turning Rogers into a fine paste.

[The scene fades into the TWC Arena's security room, lit monitors upon
monitors providing the sole source of light. This gleaming wall of
screens radiates just enough luminosity to cut Gamma Ray's black
silhouette out of depths of the room.

Another silhouettes joins him; a masked Guard. He quietly coughs to
attract the Irradiated One's attention.]

Guard: Mission accomplished, sir.

[The self-proclaimed superhero doesn't move, but he does answer.]

GR: So, she took the pieces we collected?

Guard: Yes, sir. Miss Chambers didn't look very grateful to me, but she
took the Cup pieces.

GR: Good, good. The plan is coming together. [He smacks his lips.] Where
did she go?

Guard: I'm guessing she brought 'em back to Kyle Lee, sir. Wasn't that
the idea? ... Make sure he sees what poetic justice looks like?

GR: Of course. But also... let her lead us straight to that despotic
bastard impervious to morality and it's dictates.

Guard: Oh.

GR: ... So we can easily find him and take him into custody.

Guard: Right. ... We're talking about Lee, right?

GR: Yes we are.

Guard: Right.

GR: So where did she go?

Guard: Who?

GR: Allison Chambers.

Guard: I don't know.

GR: ...

Guard: Wait... was I supposed to follow her?

GR: Yes, you bag-o-[BLEEP]s. A thousand times yes!

Guard: Oh... There... there might be a minor snafu, then...

GR: ...

[That heavy silence, it simply doesn't bode well. The angry glint behind
the Virtuous Vigilante's mask can be barely perceived, even in HD... yet
in spite of the omnipresent darkness, the seething rage still comes out
strong.]

GR: ...

Guard: See... I thought that was someone else was supposed to follow her.

GR: Come here, kid. Come look into this monitor.

Guard: ... Alright...

GR: See the squad of Guards massed up in the corridor, there?

Guard: Yeah...

GR: You know what they're doing there?

Guard: Um...

GR: They're waiting for you to tell 'em where Chambers went... where that
pusillanimous Lee is hiding.

Guard: ... Yeah...

GR: Now, look at all the locations in these monitors, here, and point out
where that is.

[Paralyzed by indecision, the Guard's hand doesn't move. It only trembles
ever so slightly.]

GR: Go ahead, boy. Show me where Lee is hiding.

Guard: I... I can't, sir.

[Gamma Ray grabs his minion by the neck and smashes his head into the
monitor.

It shatters in an explosive flash.

The guard limply crumples to the ground, his helmet rolling away on the
floor.]

GR: You're [BLEEP]ing fired.

[Gamma Ray sighs, then raises his fallen henchman's radio to his lips.]

GR: Guardsmen... change of plans. Assemble in pairs and fan out
throughout this arena. Search every crook and cranny. Ask yourselves
where a gutless coward would hide and search. Investigate, pursue and
subdue!

[He leans into the remaining monitors...]

GR: Go!

[The camera zooms on one of the screens, where a large group of guardsmen
pair up and fan out in different directions... then, the image blurs and
fades.]

Pinhead: And the manhunt continues.

Skullhead: Lee was playing it smart last show but I don't get the feeling
he's going to be hiding tonight.

Pinhead: I think Gamma Ray has even more Guard members tonight then he
did then as well. Somebody is going to find Lee and I doubt it will go
well.

Skullhead: I would... Slush.

Slush: Yes?

Skullhead: What are you doing?

Slush: Pouring out a 40 for my fallen homie.

Pinhead: Slush, when you do that it's supposed to be with malt liquor.

Slush: So?

Pinhead: You're pouring out WD-40.

Slush: Is that a problem?

Skullhead: Who is this fallen homie of yours?

Slush: Ronnie James Dio. He was gone like a rainbow in the dark.

Pinhead: Oh God... it's beginning...

[We cut to backstage near the catering area where "The Up All Night"
Pablo O'Connor and his manager, and wife, Stephanie Delacroix, are
standing around near the table with drinks. Pablo is wearing the red
jersey of the Spanish National Team, complete with a star over the crest
symbolizing their World Champion status. He also has on bluejeans and
white tennis shoes. Stephanie is wearing a dark blue Spanish National
Team jersey, also with the star over the crest. She also has blue jeans
and stylish tennis shoes on. But apparently having half of your blood
become World Champions isn't helping their current mood as they just seem
more and more agitated!]

POC: [MEEP]ing Anger Management!

SD: Where the hell is Brett?!

[Pablo shakes his head in frustration.]

POC: No se! He said for us to wait for him here. He was going to see how
the anger management went or something.

SD: Is he like our parole officer or something now? We have to check back
with him on everything?

POC: He's... *sighs* He's trying to help us, baby.

SD: Trying to help us what? Lose every single match we're in?!

POC: It's adjustment pains, that's all! Once we kick the cheating jones
for good..

[Pablo weakly motions with his hands then waves it off.]

POC: What am I saying? BRETT used a chair against Saul!

[Pablo lets out a long, long sigh.]

POC: He also helped everyone gang up on Trey DaMann.

SD: It's interesting, Honey Bunny, that if HE gets involved in using
chairs or vigilante justice, it's apparently OK. If WE get involved in
such things..

[Delacroix shrugs and wiggles her fingers.]

SD: We've got one foot in the doorway of Hell!

[Pablo shakes his head quickly.]

POC: No. No, no, no.

[O'Connor gently grabs Delacroix by her shoulders and looks her in the
eyes.]

POC: Mi amor, we can NOT blame Brett for MY shortcomings.

SD: But he used a chair! Why can't we?

POC: Because.. For us it's like opening Pandora's Box. For him, it was an
accident.

[Stephanie gives Pablo an incredulous look.]

SD: An accident?

POC: Yes, an accident, mi amor. It.. Luck just was on his side.

[Pablo throws his hands in the air.]

POC: Luck just.. Was on his side.

[O'Connor then catches sight of something and his expression changes.]

POC: ... Maybe luck IS on our side though!

[Suddenly, startling his wife with an out of the blue nature, Pablo takes
off sprinting across the catering area! The cameras spin around following
after him and catch O'Connor charging at Cain and Saul Morningstar,
apparently walking past a nearby hall, from behind and Pablo leaps into
the air and drives his knee into the back of Cain,
caught completely off guard and by surprise, and the momentum sends Cain
crashing forward to the floor!]

Stephanie's Voice: OH MY GOD!

[Saul jumps back, also startled by this surprise attack, while Pablo
immediately begins raining STIFF punches down on Cain Morningstar with a
POSSESSED look in his eyes! Saul quickly springs into action though and
grabs Pablo yanking him off his brother but Pablo steps on Saul's foot
and pushes him over, tripping him to the floor! Cain starts to get to his
feet when Pablo spins around.]

POC: ARRRRRRRGHHHHHH!

[An ANGRY scream as Pablo chop blocks Cain's knee from behind and sends
the Morningstar down! O'Connor grabs Cain's leg and begins STOMPING on
the knee like no tomorrow! But Saul is up on his feet faster than one
would expect and he grabs O'Connor and...]

*CRASH*

[SLAMS Pablo against the side of a nearby vending machine! Pablo slumps
down grimacing and Saul yanks him up and holds his arms from behind.
Cain, also grimacing, pulls himself up to his feet and glares at
O'Connor. Cain grabs Pablo by his jaw and stares at the smaller man
before he rains a solid right hand right between Pablo's eyes.]

CM: How many times Pablo?!? How many times do we need to leave you laying
before you FINALLY understand ...

[Cain blasts Pablo once again between the eyes with authority. He exhales
and slowly shakes his head to the side as he drives his forearm hard into
the face of Pablo.]

CM: Don't you get it Pablo? We ARE BETTER THAN YOU!

[Cain drives the point of his elbow into Pablo's face as Saul nods in
agreement.]

CM: And this time Pablo ... this time you truely brought this upon
yourself!

[Cain takes a step back and delivers a Yakuza style kick to the face of
Pablo. Cain grabs Pablo's face one more time ...]

"THAT DOES IT!"

[Charging onscreen and nailing a running forearm smash that sends Cain
tumbling to his knees is "The Fantasy" Brett Young.]

BY: I can't believe you trouble makers are starting crap again!

[Pablo elbows Saul hard which forces Saul to stumble backwards and then
Pablo leaps forward TACKLING down Cain and throwing flailing punches like
a wild man! Brett goes to grab Pablo but Saul comes charging and Young
greets him with a right hand and.. we've got a full on brawl ensuing!]

SD: Kick their asses!

[Stephanie is perhaps TOO excited at the brawl but her smile soon fades
because a certain totalitarian security force shows up and swarms the
brawling grapplers!]

SD: Oh No! The Guard!

[The Guard grab Pablo by his hair and yank him up as roughly as they can
and proceed to SLAM him against the wall! Others grab Young and hold his
arms behind his back. Meanwhile the Guard seem to HELP Heaven's Hunted up
to their feet but get inbetween Cain and Saul as the two big men try to
go after Brett and Pablo. Young struggles against the guard and glares at
the Morningstars.]

BY: You boys want to jump people from behind and start trouble huh? Well
let's settle it! LET'S SETTLE IT! Heaven and Hell... Us against the both
of you! We settle this once and for all!

[Cain smirks at Brett and chuckles.]

CM: You want us again? We've just about ended one of your careers already
... but if you want it you GOT IT! Heaven and Hell you're little Fantasy
finally ends!

[O'Connor tries to charge through Guardsmen to tackle Cain Morningstar
but the Guard catch ahold of him before he can and slam him down to the
floor and start STOMPING away! Cain tries to join in but Guardsmen hold
him and Saul back. Brett tries to struggle free to help his partner only
to be tossed down to the ground and a STOMPING beginning on him!]

SD: Stop this!

[A Guardsmen moves intimidatingly towards Stephanie and shakes his head.]

Guardsman: We advice you to stay out of this!

*SQUAWK*

[The Guardsman looks down at his radio.]

Radio: WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! WE NEED ALL AVAILABLE HELP!

[The Guardsman shakes his head and picks up his radio and talks into it.]

Guardsman: We've got our hands full right now! Call another unit!

Radio: AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

[The Guardsman shakes his head and puts up his radio.]

Guardsman: Crazy [BLEEP]ing Pro Wrestlers!

[The Guard continue to stomp away at Brett and Pablo as the scene cuts
away to...]

Skullhead: They're under attack?

Pinhead: I suppose that's a good thing for Stephanie.

Slush: I have it!

Pinhead: Dare I ask... have what?

Slush: A proper tribute to the Holy Diver himself!

Pinhead: We're going with a Dio theme tonight. You know, that's one of
the reasons I hated the 80's.

Slush: Tinkle and I have talked it over.

Tinkle: MEEP!

Slush: We will open the "Ronnie Games Dio Memorial Casino"!

Tinkle: MEEP!

Pinhead: I almost prefer the WD-40 on the floor. That way I could give
myself a concussion.

Skullhead: Next up we have The Problem Solvers taking on the mismatched
team of Erik Grimsson and Ronan Benedict. As we saw earlier, neither one
of them are too happy to be teaming with one another.

Pinhead: And Mister Haliburton is licking his lips because of that. To
him, an easy win is easy money.

Skullhead: We'll just have to see if Erik and Ronan can coexist at least
for a little bit. I doubt it, but we'll see.

Tinkle: MEEP!

Slush: No, I don't think we'll have trouble signing Richie Blackmoore.
What the Hell else is he doing right now?

Tinkle: MEEP!

Slush: Deep Purple cover bands don't count.

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Rampage Bloody Rampage Rampage Bloody Rampage

THE PROBLEM SOLVERS versus ERIK GRIMSSON and RONAN BENEDICT
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[Now there had been times when partners hated one another, be it for not
liking the pairing or one leaving the toilet set up. One would expect the
first reason here with Erik Grimsson and Ronan Benedict, thus their
separate entrances were not surprising in the least. Benedict came first,
going through his last minute pre-match preparation and waiting in the
corner. Then came Erik, who didn't so much as acknowledge the existence
of Ronan, the fans or even the referee. There was merely a void filled
only with silence. Poetic as that may be for some, it wouldn't lead to
anything good. With all that said and present, Mister Haliburton marched
his men down to the ring, confident as all get out that today would be a
good day. Muldoon and Davidson climbed into the ring and waited. Ten
things changed...

...Suddenly and unexpectedly, the lights cut out across the arena... only
to be replaced by a bright red wash and the thundering drums of "The
Warning (Stefan Goodchild Mix)" by Nine Inch Nails. The crowd roared into
a huge heel pop as none other than Crimson appeared at the top of the
ramp, holding a microphone. He was dressed in black pants and suit
jacket, with a red shirt beneath.

Crimson let the crowd get their hate out of their system before the
lights came back up and the music died.

He lifted the microphone.]

Crimson: Hello, Erik.

[Crimson smiled and paused a moment, to relish Erik's berserk response..
and that of the crowd's.]

Crimson: And hello to you, Mr. Benedict. I don't believe I've had the
pleasure. More later, hmm? I have something to discuss with your
teammate.

Erik, there's just too much on the line here. The Problem Solvers have
issues with St. George and Whatshisface, and you've dutifully crumbled
under my ministrations that who knows WHAT you'll do. So to stave off
disaster, I've decided that I'm going to step in and wrestle in this
match. Against you.

[He smiled broadly, happily. Erik went still, possibly pleased?]

Crimson: I frankly don't care which one of them I replace; I think we can
both agree it won't matter, because you're going to be a quivering pile
of failure in ten minutes' time regardless. Moreso, I mean.

[Crimson gestured broadly to Haliburton and the Problem Solvers.]

Crimson: And whoever I replace will stand ringside, just to make sure St.
Jordan and the other guy don't cause any problems. So, with that...

[Crimson shed his jacket and tossed it off-stage, revealing that his red
shirt was, in fact, his wrestling shirt.]

Crimson: Let's have a little fun, shall we?

[Crimson tossed the microphone away and head down ringside with the
Problem Solvers, smiling all the way.]

Skullhead: This is a huge change for all involved.

Pinhead: Erik is practically licking his lips to get at Crimson.

Slush: I saw Erik eating a hot dog backstage. I bet you anything, he's
trying to get some mustard off his chin.

Tinkle: MEEP!

Slush: I don't know if relish sticks like that.

[Davidson nodded to Muldoon, who nodded back. They turned in unison to
Haliburton who gave a Jedi like wave in response. Davidson stepped out,
leaving Muldoon to partner with the MBC World Champion. Crimson mouthed
to Dan "I got this," and started for his team. Erik, chomping at the big
to go after Crimson began to step into the ring from the outside, only to
be cut off by Ronan. Whether Ronan did it just to spite his partner is
unknown but the referee counted Benedict as the legal man. And the match
began with Crimson and Ronan locking up.]

Pinhead: Things were already incredibly heated between Benedict and
Grimsson. Ronan didn't do himself any favors there.

Skullhead: Benedict isn't going to bow down just because Grimsson wants
him to back off. Ronan wants to fight just as much as Erik, even if his
reasons aren't as personal.

Pinhead: They may be. Ronan has a lot to prove, especially in so far that
he's got to prove that he's not his sister.

Slush: Sounds like a redneck revenge movie.

Tinkle: MEEP!

Slush: Who's Shakespeare?

Tinkle: MEEP!

Slush: Shaking your spear in public usually gets me... I mean people
arrested.

[Crimson and Benedict brawled wildly and in the short moments between
flurries, Crimson would try a takedown or Benedict would try a brutal
kick. Just to toy with Erik, Crimson kept Ronan from tagging out. While
this was fine to Ronan, Erik simply seethed. When Erik would try and come
in, the referee kept him at bay, only to allow Dan Muldoon to enter the
ring and help Crimson to wear Ronan down. As the match went on, Muldoon
would come in to continue the abuse, keeping Benedict from tagging, but
even in the free moments, Ronan soldiered on.]

Skullhead: Benedict doing remarkably well here, despite having no break
in the action. Crimson and Dan Muldoon have been incessant in their
assaults.

Pinhead: I think the referee is getting a better work out just trying to
keep Erik on the outside.

Slush: Maybe if that ref told him about the mustard stain, he wouldn't be
so eager to fight.

Pinhead: Slush, there is no mustard stain.

Slush: Sure. That's what the French said before they started the Spanish-
American War.

Pinhead: Did you even graduate high school? No, wait, don't answer that.

Slush: Why?

Pinhead: I suspect you failed Kindergarten.

Slush: Only twice.

[There finally came a point where Erik tagged himself in. Muldoon was his
legal opponent but this was of no consequence. Any confrontation, any
violence would be welcome. Grimsson was nothing short of a beast,
eventually overwhelming Muldoon. The fans were calling for the matchup
they desired and Crimson soon found that he had toyed with Erik enough.
Muldoon tagged out. The MBC World Champion came in and devastation
began.]

Skullhead: And here we go! Crimson and Erik Grimsson slugging it out!

Pinhead: Erik is the fresher man here. And he's got so much pent up
energy...

Slush: There are ways...

Pinhead: Don't finish this that statement.

Slush: Just stating the Ron Jeremy's Honest Truth.

Tinkle: [MEEP]!

Slush: Don't start on me. I don't care about your blood feud with the
hedgehogs.

[Erik's rage was equally matched with Crimson's cunning. For every
violent maneuver attempted or completed, Crimson had some sort of counter
measure. Feeling his opponent's rage, Crimson continued to capitalize on
Erik's frustration. Ronan yelling from the outside didn't help. Crimson
saw a moment right then and there. He took a distracted Erik and sent him
running straight into Benedict. Erik and Ronan immediately started
arguing, even shoving one another. Crimson and Muldoon saw an opportunity
to strike. And they did...

..but it backfired.]

Pinhead: Crimson and Mulddon were looking to take advantage but all of a
sudden, Erik and Ronan are on the same page.

Skullhead: Something just clicked! They're working like a well oiled
machine.

Slush: Which takes me back to Ron Jerem...

Pinhead: No! Stop! Do not quote that guy!

Slush: Why not? He's a good dude. He has some great party tricks.

Skullhead: Grimsson and Benedict pressing hard here. Muldoon and Crimson
did not expect this!

[Momentum had swung so quickly in favor of the dysfunctional team of Erik
and Ronan that Haliburton dropped his trademark smile. He nodded to
Davidson to do something about it, which meant Pete laying in wait while
Haliburton called for the attention of the referee. Once Davidson
inserted himself, there was a brief moment where Crimson and the Problem
Solver thought they had the match in hand. This quickly faded as Benedict
and Grimsson kept coming. Davidson was tossed to the outside, knocking
Haliburton away. The ref was instantly suspicious but the rampage of
Grimsson and Benedict left little to worry about in terms of outside
interference. Erik lunged for Crimson one more time but the MBC World
Champion wisely left the ring, leaving Dan Muldoon to take the brunt of
any and all attacks.]

Skullhead: Grimsson and Benedict basically dog piling Muldoon at this
point!

Pinhead: Benedict driving his boot hard into Muldoon's gut and he's
sending Dan staggering towards Grimsson.

Skullhead: Metal Meltdown by Erik Grimsson! And now the cover!

One...






Two...






Three! This one is over.

DH: The winner of this match by pinfall... ERIK GRIMSSON AND RONAN
BENEDICT!!!

Skullhead: Pete Davidson sliding back into the ring to continue the
fight.

Slush: Because it wasn't long enough already.

Pinhead: And Crimson is backing away, leaving the Problem Solvers to...
well, deal with this problem.

Slush: Of Erik coming after him?

Pinhead: More or less.

Slush: Crimson should invest in bear traps.

Skullhead: Here come reinforcements! DJ Pez and Dead Boy Jones just
appeared at the top of the ramp... BUT THERE'S ST. GEORGE AND THE DRAGON!

Pinhead: And there go DJ and Dead Boy off the side of the ramp into the
pit. Drake and St. George are charging down after Muldoon and Davidson!

Skullhead: And there goes Erik, taking chase after Crimson.

Slush: Do I need a scorecard for this?

Pinhead: I don't think security is going to bother with this one.

Skullhead: Too busy getting destroyed back stage. Folks, while this
settles down, let's take you to another segment.

[Cut to backstage, where we find a rather flustered Moe Owens. No doubt,
him being flustered probably has to do with his interview subject, namely
one hyper Nikki the Cat. Pity poor Moe.]

Nikki: ...and THAT is why that bitch Lady Gaga is like TOTALLY ripping me
off! Anyway--!

MO: [quickly cutting in] Nikki, about last Rampage...


Nikki: OH! Oh yeah! Ok ok ok, first off I wanna say that Trey DaMann
was like SO ROBBED and he was totally screwed over by Mister Lee and all
those freakin' LOSERS last time out! And Trey, if you're watching, CALL
ME~!!! 'Cause if you still wanna have a kid and you got that big ass
check you were gonna give Donna, I will TOTALLY do you!

[Nikki grins as Moe looks REALLY uncomfortable right now.]

MO: Regarding your com--

Nikki: Yeah, so like WHY AM I NOT IN THE EMPRESS CUP?!?! I mean, we got
rid of one loser skank already, right?! So, DUH! I should be in it! SO
NOT FAIR!!! I mean, look at how many asses I've already kicked! And
dumbass Tweetybird or whatever her stupid name is yakking about some
challenge. I mean, SHUT UP ALREADY!!! Nobody cares, all right?! And
I'm NOT on the damn website STILL!

[As Nikki pauses to remember to breathe, Moe immediately jumps in.]

MO: Getting back to last Rampage! Getting back to last Rampage, you
came out and revealed to the world that _you_ were responsible for
tipping off the bounty hunter hired Sylhouette's father in order to get
her back. Just why did you do such a heinous act?!

[Nikki suddenly looks lost.]

Nikki: Ummm... [curling a strand of hair around her finger] 'Cause like
y'know she's just some dumb Frenchie, all right? And she's smelly and
she's fat and she's whiny and it's not like she was anybody important
y'know? [A sneer pops up on her face.] Ooh! And all the bitches in the
back like Miz Chambers was saying how I couldn't make an impact? Well,
guess what?! _I_ made an impact! Like I took out Donna! HA~!!! Nobody
better mess with ME!

MO: Uh-huh... [He shoots the camera a brief look of "the HELL?!"] So,
how exactly did everything happen then between you and the bounty hunter?

Nikki: [blink-blink] Huh? What do you mean? [shrugs] Stuff happened,
y'know?

MO: Well, the reason why I ask is that I'm sure that the authorities and
law enforcement would be _very_ interested in knowing all the specifics.
After all, you aided and abetted with a kidnapping...y'know.

[The look of sheer, sudden panic on Nikki's face is a sight to behold.]

Nikki: WhoawhoawhoawhoaWHOA~! Waitafreakinminute! Nobody calls the
freakin' cops on crap like that! Right?! RIGHT?! I'm just sayin'
stuff! I'M NOT GONNA GET ARRESTED! I DIDN'T DO NOTHING~!!!

[And suddenly, a voice cuts in: "And for the first time ever Nikki,
you're telling the truth."

Both Moe and Nikki are caught off-guard by the sudden interjection off to
the side. The camera pulls out to reveal Brianna Landis standing to
Nikki's left side. Landis is wearing a muted outfit compared to her
normal tastes, a simple pair of black pants and a short-sleeved blue
shirt with her hair up in a ponytail.]

Nikki: [annoyed, but getting back that whiny swagger] Who the freakin'
hell do you think you are? This is MY time!

BL: Look Nikki, as much as everyone enjoys watching you dig yourself in
deeper and deeper I have to put a stop to this charade. You did enough
damage last week when you managed to fluke Corvette onto the injured
list, I can't stand by and watch you keep this going.

[Moe looks puzzled; Nikki looks enraged.]

Nikki: What the [BLEEP]ING [BLEEP] are you talking about?!


MO: Just what are you getting at, Brianna?

[Brianna takes a breath, resigning herself to whatever she's about to
say.]

BL: Nikki was _NOT_ the person who ratted Sylhouette out to the bounty
hunter last year. I was.

[The crowd in the arena gasps at the revelation, and Nikki looks even
angrier at being upstaged. Moe is shocked by this as well.]

Nikki: ShutupshutupshutshutSHUTUP!!! You're such a lyin' liar! Get OUT!

[Moe just ignores a ranting Nikki.]

MO: Brianna, how could you do such a thing? What would possess you to do
such a thing? And more importantly, why are you suddenly owning up to
it?

BL: I've had a lot of time to think about things the last few months,
Moe, and reflect on the choices I've made throughout my career. When
Juan Vasquez knocked me out, by accident or not, there were a lot of
people saying 'So what?' And that bothered me, quite a bit.

Nikki : [A sneer breaks through the ranting] Heh. 'Cause you're a loser
skank who deserved it, DUH! Juan shoulda beaten more of the ugly outta
YOU!

BL: My god, if I was ever as irritating as you were Nikki, then my
apologies to everybody. Admitting what I did to Sylhouette is the first
step I can take to make amends for my past actions.

MO: Do you really think Sylhouette is going to forgive you for your
actions?

BL: Probably not, but I can only hope-

[With a high-pitched shriek, Nikki suddenly throws herself at Brianna,
naturally going for the hair pull first, screaming all the while "YOU
BITCH!!! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE _MY_ IMPACT!!!" and other much worse
vulgarities keeping Mister Censor backstage on his toes. Caught off-
guard, Landis finally manages to push Nikki off and then starts
exchanging punches herself.]

MO: ... [cocks his head slightly, entranced by the catfight]

[Now more of an even fight, Brianna gets in a couple of good shots on
Nikki before another hair pull knocks her into the wall. A couple of
boots keeps Landis down long enough for Nikki to make her getaway,
rushing down the hallway still screaming at the top of her lungs how it's
not fair. Brianna slowly gets back to her feet, eyes ablaze with anger.]

MO: [just now snapping out of it] Um, Brianna, how are you going to make
this up to Syl-

BL: [cutting him off] Not now, Moe. Just, not now okay?

[Quickly, the show's nameless director directs his production team to
switch the feed to one of the many also nameless camera guys in the
backstage area. This camera guy in particular is following two armored
members of the Guard. Billy club's in hand, they are quickly approaching
an office, its door hanging wide open.]

Guard #1: [Speaking into his radio] Target spotted in his nest. I repeat,
target spotted in his nest.

Dispatch: [Over Radio] Copy that.

Guard #2: You go left. I'll go right.

[The two Guardsmen stand ready on either side of the door and on a silent
count of three, they enter the office, disappearing into the confines.]

Dispatch: Report in Guardsman. Status of the target.

[As dispatch waits and the Guardsmen search, in walks someone from down
the hall. He's quite aware that two Guardsmen are in his office. He's
quite aware that the Guardsmen are searching for him. But judging by the
look on his face, this is exactly what he wanted.

So Kyle Lee enters the office.

He turns out the light and the sounds of a fight soon follow.]

THWACK!

CRASH!

SMASH!

THWACK! (Because it's a funny sound)

[Then there is silence for a few seconds. The radio squawks, demanding an
answer.]

Dispatch: Status of the target?

[No one is answering.]

Dispatch: Guardsmen, do you read me? What is the status of the target?

[No one answers... at first.

Out from the office walks Kyle Lee, radio in hand.]

Dispatch: Respond Guardsmen. Respond!

[Lee raises up the radio and presses the button to speak.]

KL: Target is on the move.

[And then Lee walks away... a helmet rolling out of the office.

Fade.]

AM: Gamma Ray's done it. He's set Kyle Lee off.

SS: Wasn't he always unstable to begin with?

AM: That's neither hear nor there.

SS: Then where is it?

DR: I think Sam has a valid point actually.

AM: Don't you start.

DR: Listen, I know Lee's history in the UWF as well as anyone. And you
know as well as anyone that when Kyle Lee proclaims himself a bastard, he
lives up to that fact. He's always done things he felt were neccesary.
That always involved crossing the line if he had to.

AM: I realize that...

SS: Tell me Amy... when you and him were together... what was the safe
word?

[SLAP~!]

SS: Mine is "diaphanous."

[SLAP~!]

SS: Diaphanous woman! DIAPHANOUS!

[The camera cuts to the backstage area of the Time Warner Cable Arena.
Here, we find women's division competitor, "Mockingbird" Nina Grimsson,
standing to the left of UWF/MBC on the scene reporter, Moe Owens. Dressed
for action, Nina wears a pair of ripped white jeans with skull designs
printed on them, a black "Nile- Black Seeds of Vengeance" longsleeve t-
shirt, black Nike amateur wrestling shoes, and black kicking pads.
Rounding out her look with her long, black hair worn down and straight
and with both hands wrapped in white tape, Nina patiently awaits for Moe
to begin.]

Moe: Hello UWF/MBC fans, Moe Owens here. With me tonight is "Mockingbird"
Nina Grimsson. Nina, tonight you have a match with an opponent who hasn't
yet been named. How do you go into a match like this with the clear
handicap of not knowing who you have to prepare for?

Nina: Moe, I go into it like any other match. Remember, this is exactly
the kind of thing I said I was going to do, and something like not
knowing who I'm facing or what kind of match it will be is part of the
deal sometimes.

[Moe scratches his head a bit.]

Moe: But how do you prepare for it? You're basically going into this
match deaf, dumb, and blind.

[Nina chuckles a bit.]

Nina: Don't mistake not knowing who I'll be facing and being unprepared
to fight as the same thing, Moe. I always come prepared for anything. If
you're idea of coming prepared is scouting my competition, than I never
come in prepared. Unlike my friend, Tesla St. James, who has volumes of
everyones matches and studies them religiously, I've never been a film
rat. My method is to do more and work harder than the other woman. So
far, I'd say that method has worked out rather well for me.

[Moe seems a bit puzzled.]

Moe: But wouldn't studying your opponent make your chances of beating
them better?

[Nina shakes her head "no".]

Nina: Again, that depends on who you ask. Watching tape, you can learn
some tendencies that you might not have noticed before, but it can also
cause you to overthink or hesitate, which isn't good.

[Moe looks as though he doesn't exactly agree with Nina.]

Moe: Fair enough. Moving on, a lot of people, myself included, are still
wondering why you would even decide to make a challege like this to begin
with. It certainly can't make your life easier.

[Nina is taken a bit by surprise that Moe would ask her such a thing.]

Nina: Moe, worrying about your life being easy is one of the most fatal
flaws you can have in this industry. I'm doing this for a couple of
reasons. First and foremost, to send a message to the fed, particularly
the women's division. A lot of women there, particularly our champion,
seem to think that everything should be done on only their terms. Since
I'm the one that they all loved to whine about, I decided to be the one
to step forward and give them their terms. On top of that, I've always
believed the best way to stay on top of your game is to constantly test
yourself. What better way than to tell everyone in the division to come
take a piece out of me and feel free to do it in whatever manner you
like?

Moe: It just seems like a lot to make a point is all.

[Nina chuckles again, clearly disappointed that Moe doesn't get it.]

Nina: It's never been my style to take the easy way, Moe. That seems to
be the desire of more than enough women around here. But soon enough,
they'll be in a situation where they have no choice but to fight. That I
can promise.

[And with that, Nina walks off, leaving an even more perplexed Moe as the
camera fades.]

DR: I'm looking forward to see who takes Nina up on her offer.

AM: Whoever it is had better be prepared for a battle.

[The scene fades into a shot of four very somber-looking, Japanese girls
standing in front of the camera. We recognize them as members of Miyuki
Ozaki's entourage: Michiko, Hana, Yumi, and Kiyomi. Conspicuous by her
absence is the voice of reason...Ayako.]

Michiko: (This message is directed to Nina Grimsson.)

[She looks nervous, but confident in her words.]

Michiko: (As you may or may not know by now, Miss Grimsson...our mentor,
Miyuki Ozaki, accepted your open challenge. But what you may not know...)

[Michiko's brave face seems to falter just a bit.]

Michiko: (...is that she plans to battle you in woman-to-woman combat in
a no-holds barred, "last woman standing" death match.)

[There's a long, still silence after that statement. Michiko takes a deep
breath and continues on.]

Michiko: (Miss Grimsson, we understand that the thought of bloodying your
opponents makes you giddy and the violent act of smashing you in the face
repeatedly with a crowbar may simply sexually arouse you, but please, we
must ask...)

[Just then, Michiko is interrupted by the tiny, squeaky-voiced, red-
headed pixie we know as Yumi.]

Yumi: (PLEASE DON'T KILL MIYUKI!!!)

[All the other girls glare at her.]

Yumi: (Don't look at me like that! You saw the tapes! Nina Grimsson's a
cold-blooded murderer! A remorse-less killer!)

[In the background, the always gloomy Hana, rolls her eyes.]

Hana: ("Crazed bitch with a Napoleon-complex" is more like it.)

Michiko: (Damnit, Hana...don't you start on that again. You'll just
provoke her. You saw what Grimmson does to the proteges of Japanese
women! Broken jaws! Fists to the face! Facial disfigurement!)

[Hana rolls her eyes.]

Hana: (Look, I'm just saying...if *I* had to go through life sitting in
booster seats and high chairs and never developing breasts and having to
wear my older brother's hand-me-down heavy metal concert t-shirts from
the 8th grade, I'd sure as hell have a chip on my shoulder too. Right,
Kiyomi?)

[She turns to a tall, leggy beauty who probably hasn't had to worry about
developing breasts for many, many years. Kiyomi is about to say
something, when...]

*Ahem*

[Just then, all the girls freeze up, simultaneously turning their heads
to spot an unamused Miyuki Ozaki standing behind them. Miyuki appears to
have just finished washing her hair, a towel wrapped around her head.
She's dressed in a midriff-bearing babydoll t-shirt that reads: "I like
Girls that like Girls!"(Real subtle, Miyuki.) and pink, plaid-patterned
pajama pants. She has her arms crossed and there's an annoyed look on her
face.]

Miyuki: (Just what the hell do you think you're doing?)

[A near hysteric Yumi runs over and grabs Miyuki by the shoulders.]

Yumi: (Saving your life!)

[Our Japanese heroine raises an eyebrow.]

Miyuki: ("Saving my life?")

Yumi: (You can't fight Nina Grimsson! We won't let you! You're too
important to us! Nina'll tear the flesh from your bones with her teeth
and make jewelry out of it! Literally!)

Hana: (Yumi's right. We saw the little psycho do it.)

Michiko: (It's not too late! You can say you accepted Nina's challenge
due to post-concussion syndrome from your match with Brianna Landis-
Kinsey-Fontana-Vasquez! You weren't in control of your mental
facilities!)

[Suddenly, all the girls clasp their hands together and bow, screaming in
unison.]

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[Miyuki then proceeds to whip off the towel on her head, revealing a head
of jet black hair. There's a horrified gasp from her entourage, almost as
if there's some horrible, unknown meaning to this.]

Miyuki: (Always...EVOLVE.)

[Unblinking horror. The girls look as if they've seen a ghost.]

Yumi: (Miyuki, your hair...you look just like...)

[Yumi can't even complete the sentence. Hana seems awed. Michiko can only
cover her mouth in horror. Kiyomi adverts her gaze. It's Miyuki who
finishes the sentence for them.]

Miyuki: (...my mother.)

[Did Miyuki's eye just twitch? Satisfied with their reaction, a smirk has
formed on Miyuki turns to leave the room, pausing briefly to address the
girls one last time.]

Miyuki: (By the way, none of you will be allowed at ringside for this
match.)

[There's no protest. They're still in shock.]

Miyuki: (There's just some things little girls shouldn't be allowed to
see.)

[She tosses her hair.]

Miyuki: (The consumption of Nina Grimsson's soul is one of them.)

[Fade out.]


AM: Oh this is gonna be good. Miyuki Ozaki and Nina Grimsson in the same
ring? This should be absolutely riveting.

SS: Either that or it'll destroy the universe. And hey, it's time for an
announcement from of our newest, most generous sponsors!

AM: Good grief, not again... I really don't want to read what's on this
card.

SS: I'd read the phone book if the pay was good enough, hand it over.
[Clears throat.] "Mothers Opposing Pornography is proud to sponsor the
Mockingbird's challenge. Like any sensible person, MOP supports wildlife
and fauna, but can someone please tell Summer Blake that fostering such a
large crab colony between her legs is going too far?"

AM: For the record, Summer Blake does _not_ have crabs.

SS: Did you check yourself?

[SLAP~!]
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OPEN CHALLENGE
"MOCKINGBIRD" NINA GRIMSSON vs. MIYUKI OZAKI
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[As the originator of the open challenge, "Mockingbird" Nina Grimsson
came down to the ring first to an openly mixed crowd. Nina's face told
the story, she was all business tonight.]

AM: Nina's been on a real crusade lately, and I'm not sure Miyuki is
realizing just what she's getting into in a last woman standing match
with Nina.

DR: Well let's not forget Miyuki's family tree.

AM: She seemed to dismiss the threat pretty casually though.

[The lights in the arena go out. On the Megatron, we see an image of a
smiling Miyuki Ozaki holding up 10 fingers. The picture then quickly
changes as we see another image of her, this time holding up 9 fingers.
The crowd begins to count along, as we notice each shot of Miyuki becomes
progressively grimmer. By the time we reach one, it's a picture of Miyuki
with jet black hair, sticking her tongue out and giving us the finger.

The arena then plunges into complete darkness.

And then without warning...]

# AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... Ahhhhhhhhh... ahhhh... Ohhh oh oh oh ohhhhhhh... #

[The wailing intro to Melissa Aud der Maur's "Followed the Waves" begins
to play over the PA system as we see Miyuki Ozaki rise from beneath the
stage in a cloud of smoke and flashing white lights. When the smoke
clears, we see a Miyuki unlike any we've ever seen.

Dressed in a black, gothic-style corset dress, ripped black fishnet
stockings, and ankle-high, buckled punk boots, Miyuki's now jet black
hair has been swept into a fierce fauxhawk, and her face is streaked with
running mascara down her cheeks. There's no smile on her face, just an
expressionless, determined look.

She looks around, reading the somewhat surprised reaction of the crowd
and a devious grin appears on her red painted lips, before her eyes fall
upon Nina Grimsson in the ring. She doesn't waste another second, making
a beeline right towards the "Mockingbird" and going nose-to-nose with
her! Anticipation pop!]

DR: My god we're getting right to it! Nina and Miyuki exchanging vicious
chops before the bell has even sounded! Headbutt by Miyuki!

AM: Ozaki looks like she's possessed!

[The young Japanese woman forearmed Nina in the face and tried to throw
her to the ropes, but the Mockingbird came back with a jumping knee
square to the face. Both grappled along the ropes without gaining an
advantage until another headbutt opened the door for Miyuki to blast the
Mockingbird with a double palm strike to the chest. Again Nina struck
back, the hardened woman warrior lashing out with a huge roundhouse kick
to the side of the head. Before long, they were doing battle in a series
of headbutts back and forth, each one more devastating than the last.]

SS: Jesus, these chicks are brutal! How are they standing after all
these headbutts?

AM: They're inhuman, I don't know any other way to describe it.

DR: Nina's history in this sort of brutal environment is well documented
but Miyuki seems to have taken on the spirit of her mother tonight.

AM: Her mother?

DR: Devil Princess Hoshino, maybe the most feared of all Joshi legends in
history.

SS: THAT'S her mother? I remember seeing tape of her, she was bat crap
crazy!

DR: Looks like her daughter's a chip off the old block.

[The battle of headbutts continued until Miyuki drove the top of her head
right into the bridge of Nina's nose. This managed to cause a river of
blood to flow down the Mockingbird's face while sending her to the ropes.
On the rebound Ozaki lowered her head for a battering ram-style headbutt
to the chest to put Grimsson flat on her back. A triumphant war cry from
Miyuki drew a loudly mixed pop from the crowd, as a shellshocked Grimsson
did her best to pick herself up.]

AM: I changed my mind, I don't think Miyuki was taking this match too
lightly. Nina may have been though.

DR: Miyuki trying to set up for a catapult here, but Grimsson kicking
away to free herself. Kick to the face, oh my god! Her nose has to be
broken, if not from before then that kick did it.

AM: That's going to hurt her stamina if she can't breathe properly after
a while.

[Ozaki again tried to pick Nina up, but this time the Mockingbird used
her own legs to make her pay, rapid-fire kicks to the chest and face
before snaring Miyuki and rolling her down to the canvas into a leglock
submission hold. Now a series of quick knuckle strikes right into the
thigh muscle knotted Ozaki up and allowed Nina to stagger to her feet,
catching Miyuki with a standing spin kick to the jaw to keep her dazed.
A double underhook into a backbreaker had Miyuki gasping for air, and
with the former women's world champion seated on her chest it was a
series of Muay Thai elbows that left Ozaki almost completely out of it.
Grimsson returned to her feet and left the ring to grab a steel chair,
wedging it in the corner between the turnbuckles and then climbed to the
second rope and caught the rising Miyuki with a shining wizard.]

AM: The referee hasn't even tried to count anybody down for a ten count
yet, what's he waiting for?

SS: My guess is permission. Would you want to get in their way?

DR: I have a feeling the Mockingbird is just getting warmed up here, look
how calmly she's dragging Miyuki up here. Fireman's carry position...
throat-first across the top rope and Miyuki back to the canvas gasping
for air. Here's the referee now.

[1 -- 2 -- 3 -- Miyuki managed to sit up, but Nina grabbed her by the
head and once more pulled her to a standing position. She went for a
belly-to-belly suplex but Miyuki countered with tilt-a-whirl headscissors
that sent Nina to the mat, and a straight kick flush to the nose again
left her dizzy. Ozaki grabbed the ropes and got back up for a
springboard spinning legdrop down across Nina's throat, then with a great
display of strength picked Grimsson up over her head in a military press
slam, sending her right out to the floor!]

DR: We saw Miyuki do this a few weeks back in the ladder match, and she's
going to follow up the same way too!


SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING STAR PRESS!


AM: NO, SHE MISSED!


[The crowd began to rumble as Nina rose to her feet first and
instinctively grabbed Miyuki by the head, whipping her right into the
ringsteps on the outside. A series of knees up against the steps left
Ozaki barely conscious and unable to defend herself. Nina stood her up
and leaned Miyuki against the ringpost next, hitting her with a series of
chops before setting up for the Dragon Spike... which Miyuki managed to
avoid, allowing Nina to jam her leg on the post and a legsweep later the
Mockingbird was down once more. Ozaki gripped her opponent high up on
the thighs and proceeded to execute a giant swing... STRAIGHT INTO THE
RINGPOST! Collapsing moments later, Miyuki was unable to summon the
strength to follow up, instead lying next to a motionless Nina on the
outside.]

DR: The official's putting the ten count on both women now, we might have
a double knockout here.

[By the count of five, Miyuki was back to her feet and Nina made it up
soon afterwards. They continued to battle on the outside, with Miyuki
using quick shots to keep Nina off balance... until Nina reached up and
grabbed the chair she had wedged in the turnbuckle, swinging it right
around wildly and bashing Ozaki square in the face! It stopped her dead
in her tracks, and with Nina's instinct coming through she executed a
belly-to-belly release suplex on the floor.]

AM: That's got to be it! Nina may've struck the killing blow!

[Nina rolled Miyuki back into the ring and grabbed the chair, sliding it
underneath her head and delivering a nasty stomp. Not letting the
referee start his count, Nina lifted Miyuki up and dropped her facefirst
with a DDT into the chair, repaying the favor earlier and causing Miyuki
to bleed from a gash in her forehead. Pouncing upon the wound Nina began
to bite away, Ozaki offering little resistance after a while. Another
round of headbutts left Miyuki flat on her back, and a double stomp from
Nina punctuated the Mockingbird's attack.]

SS: Miyuki Ozaki, dead at 30 years old.

AM: Stop that!

[1 -- 2 -- 3 -- 4 -- 5 -- 6 -- 7 --]

DR:

[8 -- 9 --]

AM: MIYUKI'S UP! Incredible!

[Staring in disbelief, Nina reached down and grabbed Miyuki, trapping her
with an iron claw. Switching up quickly Grimsson caught her foe with the
Marine Throat Lock, crippling Miyuki who wildly grabbed at the ropes,
trying to break free. All of a sudden she released the hold and set up
for a final Dragon Spike, when it was Miyuki who lunged forward instead
with a counter...]

SS: MIST TO THE FACE!

DR: Not just any mist, that's pink mist! Nina's been blinded!

SS: It burns! It burns!

DR: Miyuki not done yet, she's taking off that chain belt and wrapping it
around her arm! [WHAM!] Backfist! [WHAM!] And another! The Mockingbird
is staggering, look out!

[WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!]

CHAIN-ASSISTED GOODNIGHT SWEET PRINCESS!

[Grimsson dropped like a ton of bricks, and the official again began to
count. 1 -- 2 -- 3 -- 4 -- 5 -- 6 -- 7 -- 8 -- 9 --]


AM: NINA'S UP! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, THE MOCKINGBIRD'S UP!


[At least until another Goodnight Sweet Princess to the skull, which
reduces Nina to her knees, refusing to collapse entirely. A final
vicious buzzsaw kick to the side of the head by Ozaki finally dropped
Nina with frightening authority, and Miyuki lost her balance as well.
Grabbing the chair to steady herself she got up and watched as the
referee counted one more time:

1 -- 2 -- 3 -- 4 -- 5 -- 6 -- 7 -- 8 -- 9 -- 10!

And finally the bell rang, as the Japanese-born wrestler collapsed next
to her opponent, more out of relief than triumph.]

DR: What a war! What a vicious battle between these two hellcats!

["Followed The Waves" hits the PA system and Miyuki drags herself back to
her feet. Her face a scarlet mess of mist and blood, with a creepy smile
beginning to set in. As Grimsson struggles to get back up Miyuki
embraces her, the battle weary pair receiving a loud pop.]

DH: Here is your winner...

MIIIIIIIIIIYUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKIIIIIIIIIIIII OOOOOOOOOOZAKIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

AM: Never, I never would have imagined Miyuki had it in her to take on
Nina in a match like that!

SS: Is it wrong that I'm more than a little turned on?

[We cut from our latest mad combination of announcers to an office. The
door is wide open, letting us view the traffic in the hall outside. But
we'll get back to that later. Inside this office is of course a desk.
What office doesn't have a desk? On one side of the desk, the
authoritative side mind you, is the Commissioner of the UWF Allison
Chambers. She seems rather stressed but there are few times when she
doesn't.]

AC: What on Earth possessed you to do that? I mean really?

[And on the other is Liam Cassidy. The UWF's newest recruit and resident
vagabond is has his feet up on her desk, clad in tattered jeans and dirty
work boots. He wears a white "wifebeater" undershirt and a plaid
unbuttoned sweater underneath. Of course, atop his mangy sandy blonde
hair sits his weather worn fedora hat. He doesn't really appear to be
listening too intently to Chambers, as he fidgets around with an old
Rubik's cube.]

LC: What's that?

AC: What were you thinking last week?

[A frustrated look glares up at the Commissioner as The Jersey Drifter
sets down the toy.]

LC: Ya know, I don't really see what the big deal is. So I punched the
tosser after the match? You do realize I only had to hit ‘em once, right?
And it's not like he didn't start it. So why am I in here when that
glassjaw's in the locker room?

[Allison seems nonplussed with Liam's response.]

AC: Listen Liam, I don't think you're taking this situation seriously
enough.

[And Liam seems equally nonplussed with Allison's response.]

LC: We're gonna have to agree to disagree on this one Miss Chambers. I
appreciate all you've done for me thus far here... getting me a job and
all... but I'll fight my own battles, my way.

[He removes his feet from her desk and is about to stand up.]

AC: The Guard has filed an official complaint against you.

[Allison points to a rather thick stack of paperwork.]

AC: And that's not even in triplicate. It's air tight to boot. They've
got the proverbial laundry list of complaints against you and not a
single one doesn't have some snippet of a solid foundation. My hands are
tied on this.

LC: Woah woah woah. What do you mean? All this because I knocked one guy
out? You've got guys breaking people's legs with chairs. You've got
people being juiced to death with tasers, and you're coming after me for
a punch? You've gotta be kidding me.

AC: It's not just that Liam! Jim Tunney, he's like a bureaucrat's worst
nightmare! The guy is so thorough. I have notes here that you violated
open alcohol policies at seven different arenas. They found out that they
forged your original wrestling license. There's just... I can't defend
you. Not against all of this.

[Realizing his meal ticket may be in jeopardy, Cassidy removes his fedora
hat and sits forward, staring directly at Chambers.]

LC What are you saying?

AC: With all this, I have no choice to void your contract with the UWF.
The Guard's case against you is that strong. I'm sorry Liam, but you're
being let go.

[Just then, in the door frame walks UWF/MBC President and Owner Kyle Lee,
dusting off his hands as if he just finished some dirt work.]

LC: Well [BLEEP] the Guard!

[With those magic words, Lee's ears perk up. He turns his head to pier
inside the office of Miss Chambers. He walks in curious as to what is
going on.]

KL: What's this I'm hearing?

[A bit uncomfortable given Lee's continuing rampage against the Guard,
Allison sits up in her chair and takes a deep breath.]

AC; [Clearing throat] Well, Mister Cassidy here has had a rather air
tight series of complaints filed against him by the Guard. I really have
no choice but to release him from his UWF contract.

[Lee looks between Liam and Allison and nods.]

KL: Ah, well that's a shame that the UWF has to let you go.

[Lee steps aside and raises an arm, motioning for Liam to come with him.
The Drifter rises out of his seat and glares an uncharacteristically cold
look at her.

LC: This is horse [BLEEP] and you know it...

[Liam stands and walks with Lee out into the hall. The camera view then
changes from Chamber's office to the hall way. Here we see several
armored members of the Guard, all on the ground, all unconscious. Lee's
been busy.]

KL: It's a real shame...You got talent Liam. And you know, I really like
your attitude.

[Lee puts a consolatory arm around Liam's shoulder and walks him down the
hall. Liam notices all the Guard member's laying about but thinks better
of saying anything.]

KL: By the way, clear something up for me. Is it your left hook that we
are supposed to be so afraid of or is it the right?

LC: Well sir...

[A slight smirk appears.]

LC: Truth be told, I'm ambidextrous. If the left one don't get cha, the
right one will.

[Lee lets out a boisterous laugh as the both of them come to the next
door down from Allison Chamber's office.]

KL: Well, having to let you go... it's UWF's loss really. But never let
it be said that I don't try and help people.

[Lee knocks on the door and from inside comes a voice:]

Voice: Enter.

[Lee opens the door and inside sitting at a desk similar to Allison
Chambers is Becky Carlisle-Skullhead, commissioner of the MBC.]

KL: Becky, my friend Liam here recently became a free agent. See that you
get him a MBC contract.

[The Drifter's solemn look perk right up as he enters the office.

Fade.]

SS: That's unfair!

AM: Sure... to the Guard.

SS: Can he get away with that?

AM: He's the owner and president.

SS: Man, I need to get me a sweet gig like that.

DR: Folks we're about to have another commentator change. While we do
that, I'm told that Moe Owens is standing by.

[Cut to backstage, where we find UWF reporter Moe Owens standing next to
the UWF Women's champion, "The All-Around Athlete" Laura Davis. The
women's champion is already dressed in her wrestling attire and wears her
title belt around her waist.]

MO: Laura Davis, you've been entered into the Empress Cup to replace
Kathryn Elyson and will be facing Tesla St. James tonight. Women's
commissioner Tara Smith named you the replacement for Elyson... why would
you be so eager to take her place, knowing that she lost to Scottie
Saratoga last Rampage and that you are already at a disadvantage.

[Laura stares at Moe, as if he has some kind of nerve to ask that
question.]

MO: Um...

LD: [frowning] Owens, you never cease to amaze me. You act as though
because that deranged beauty queen lost to a superior wrestler last week,
that puts me at the disadvantage right away.

On the contrary, Owens... I am the best damn wrestler in the world today.
Therefore, I need not worry about whatever hole I've got to dig out of,
because a great wrestler like myself will always find a way to get out of
that hole.

MO: And yet you are facing Tesla St. James... she was recently voted the
best technical wrestler among women's wrestlers today.

LD: Oh, so a popularity contest suddenly means everything, Owens?

MO: Are you denying that Tesla St. James is one of the best wrestlers
today?

LD: I deny nothing about Tesla's ability... heck, I've been in the ring
with her before and know exactly what she is capable of. I don't dispute
her talent and that she puts it to great use... but she's not as great of
a technician as I am.

And no amount of popularity poll results are going to change that.

MO: You sound like you believe your previous match with her means you'll
have no problem against her tonight.

LD: And you would be wrong, Owens. I know that her talent means that I'm
going to be tested, just like I was the last time I faced her. I don't go
in thinking I'll have no problem against somebody as good as she is...
but I do go in knowing that I am the best wrestler today.

And the fact I still wear the UWF Women's title proves that.

I welcome the challenge from Tesla and I expect her to give nothing less
than her best. But her best won't be good enough to top the best women's
wrestler in the world today.

And after tonight's match, I won't be worried about being at a
disadvantage in the race for the Empress Cup.

[With that, Laura walks off as the shot fades out.]

Skullhead: Tesla St. James versus Laura Davis? Tonight?

AM: Talk about a dream match for a lot of people.

Skullhead: This could set the tone for the rest of the tournament.

SS: Or the two of you are overhyping.

Slush: Again.

Tinkle: MEEP!

AM: You two are just being bitter.

Skullhead: Isn't that akin to calling the kettle black?

SS: I prefer "embattled."

Slush: I like "jaded."

Tinkle: MEEP!

Slush: You cheat at "Words With Friends." I'm not listening to you.

#It's Holly, [Meep]!#

Slush: St. Holly is here!

[Suddenly, "Gimme More" by Britney Spears begins to play and the crowd
jeers. The curtains part, revealing Georgia Church. Georgia is clad in a
white, tank top and denim, mini skirt, completing the look with her
trademark go-go boots. Her brown hair falls down her back, bangs resting
above her eyes. She places her hands on her hips and surveys the crowd
before stepping aside, allowing the MBC's self-proclaimed queen, Holly
Hotbody, to step forward.]

AM: Looks like our MBC women's champion has something to get off of her
chest.

Slush: Must...resist...comment....

Skullhead: Restraint!?! Who'd have thought?

Tinkle: MEEP!

[Holly wears a zebra-print bikini, showcasing her slinky, curvy body and
earning her fair share of hoots and hollers. She also wears a pair of
platform heels, her auburn hair falling down her back in waves. She also
wears a tiara atop her head, the MBC women's world title in her hands.
With a smirk, she lifts it in the air and proceeds to perform a shimmy to
the approval of the perverts.]

[Holly shoves the belt in Georgia's hands and makes her way down the
aisle. Georgia follows at her heels, holding the championship belt aloft.
Both women ignore the outstretched hands of the fans as they near the
ringside stairs. Holly climbs the stairs and makes a show of entering the
ring through the top and middle ropes, Georgia following her lead. Holly
snaps her fingers and Georgia runs off and finally produces a microphone
from a ringside attendant. As Georgia drapes the belt across her
shoulder, Holly addresses the crowd.]

HH: After watching that decrepit bag, Gaia Brasher, succeed in breaking
up my dim-wit half-sisters, I started to reflect and thought about my own
family situation, namely my relationship with my cousin, Jan. As you all
know, I was the person that first brought Jan into MBC and, since then,
things haven't gone so well for us. In fact, our relationship is so bad
now that I hear she wants to personally defeat me and take my title!

[The crowd cheers that piece of news.]

AM: Well, Jan hasn't announced which champion she wants to face, after
beating Nina Grimsson and Amber Rogers, but I think this decision is a
no-brainer.

[Holly shakes her head as Georgia flashes her a look of sympathy. A
forlorn look crosses Holly's lovely face.]

HH: It's nearly unbelievable, after all we went through. We were so close
before, almost like step-sisters. And now? We can barely stand one
another!

[She shakes her head again.]

HH: It's just not right. But I'm not like Leanna and Lolita. I'm not
stupid enough to let a successful relationship just fall by the wayside.
So, Jan, I'd like to ask you to come out here now, please. I'd like us to
make amends.

AM: Amends? Holly?

Slush: I know. She's so giving.

["Girlfriend" by Avril Lavigne begins to play as the crowd cheers. Jan
Delgado suddenly walks warily from behind the curtains. Jan wears a black
T-shirt and pleated, plaid, mini skirt, completing the look with tennis
shoes. Her black hair falls down her back. She eyes the crowd before her
gaze falls on the ring, a sneer on her face as she glares at her cousin.]

Skullhead: And Jan does NOT look happy to see her cousin.

AM: I guess she can't be blamed after the way Holly treated her like
crap.

[Jan descends the ramp and stalks to the ring. Keeping an eye on Holly
and Georgia, Jan slides inside of the ring and immediately gets into her
cousin's face to an enthusiastic response from the crowd. Holly
immediately backs up.]

HH: Jan, please, I don't want to fight.

[Holly throws up her free hand as Jan folds her arms across her chest,
glaring at her.]

HH: Now, I know that things have gotten pretty bad between us but I want
to fix that. Your mother didn't send you here for us to be at each
other's throats. She sent you here so that I could look out for
you...help you. Perhaps, my methods weren't the best. I can admit that.
But I was only doing what I thought was best for you, just like now.

*CLANG*

[And like that, Georgia rushes forward, smacking the belt in Jan's face.
The crowd jeers as Delgado falls to the mat, clutching her face. A sneer
crosses Holly's lips as she looks down at her cousin.]

Skullhead: I knew that no good could come from this.

HH: See, I tried reasoning with you before, Jan. Tried talking you out of
staying here and further embarrassing yourself and our family name. But
you just wouldn't listen.

[She stomps Jan in the face.]

HH: So, I guess I had to do things a little more...hands-on.

[Holly grins as Georgia drives a boot into Jan's midsection. For her
part, Jan curls up in a fetal position, attempting to protect herself,
but she can offer little resistance.]

AM: This is a sickening display.

Slush: Yeah, that Jan always makes a fool of herself.

HH: You think you actually have a chance against me? You think you can
beat the Queen?

[Holly lets out a laugh, kicking Jan onto her stomach.]

HH: [Meep], please! If anything, you need to listen to me and finally
give [kick] it [kick] up!

[She unleashes another kick to Jan's side and then Holly drops the
microphone, pouncing on her. Holly immediately locks her in a crossface,
Jan screaming in pain. Georgia grabs the microphone and drops down,
putting it in their faces.]

HH: What do you say, Jan? You ready to give this up? You ready to finally
stop being a [Meep]in' embarrassment!?!

[Georgia shoves the microphone in Jan's face. Jan opens her mouth but
only a sick, gurgling sound comes out.]

GC: The Queen has asked you a question, peasant. And she des...

[Suddenly, the crowd erupts into cheers, because coming down the aisle is
Amazing Grace. Holly and Georgia don't notice her until Grace slides into
the ring, but when Georgia does see her approach, she turns and swings
the microphone, but Grace ducks the attempt.

And then as Georgia turns around, Grace delivers a boot to the
midsection, before scooping up Georgia and planting her with the Amazing
Driver. POP!]

Slush: Oh poo!

AM: Amazing Grace is out here and looking to even the odds!

[As Georgia rolls out of the ring, holding her head, Grace turns around,
but Holly is already quick to release the crossface and slide out of the
ring before Grace can get her hands on her. Grace kneels besides Jan,
helping her to sit up, before reaching over to grab the mic that Georgia
dropped.]

AG: Doing what you think is best for Jan, huh, Holly? More like doing
what's best for yourself.

[Holly just smirks at Grace, adjusting her tiara, as Georgia is pulling
herself up on the apron, still dazed.]

AG: It's funny how you talk about how you aren't stupid enough to let a
successful relationship end, when you did just that with me.

I was the one that brought you into MBC, gave you that opportunity that
you've since turned into that championship belt you now wear. And then
you decide to just dump on that entire relationship, all because I
decided it was time to move on to the next chapter in my life.

[Jan is now slowly pulling herself to her feet, as Grace assists her, but
then she turns back to Holly, still smirking but certainly unwilling to
get back into the ring. Jan holds a hand to her head, clearly dazed, but
she quickly regains her composure, glaring hatefully at her cousin.]

AG: And when I brought you into MBC, I considered you a partner. But that
wasn't the way you treated Jan... from day one, you treated her as
inferior to you, not your equal.

And that's just not how a successful relationship is built.

[Holly makes a show of rolling her eyes and feigns a yawn.]

AG: But rather than keep lecturing you, I'll let Jan spell it out for you
as to exactly what she wants.

[She then turns to Jan, handing her the microphone. Jan grabs the
microphone. The young woman leans on Amazing Grace to remain steady but
her gaze never leaves her cousin, shooting daggers at her.]

JD: You [Meep]in' [Meep]!

[The crowd cheers as Holly glares in outrage, folding her arms across her
chest as Georgia screams "You can't talk to her like that!"]

Slush: Potty mouth!

JD: From the moment I wised up and stopped being your tag partner, you've
tried to force me out of the MBC. You cheated me, spread rumors about me,
and tried to make my existence a living [Meep]. So, I guess this was your
latest stunt to humiliate me and force me to quit, huh?

[Holly shrugs, mouthing "my bad"]

JD: Well [Meep] that!

[Another round of cheers from the crowd.]

JD: ‘Cause the only one quitting around here is going to be you. That's
right, skank. I'm making it official. It's me and you with that women's
title on the line. And you can even bring your little troll there, while
I bring Grace. Cause this will be a towel match!

[The crowd cheers again as Holly looks a little less than pleased, a
frown creasing her features.]

Slush: St. Holly!?! In a towel!?! Wrestling!?! The only thing that would
make this better is if she was facing Eveline Eriksen!

AM: You want to tell him or should I?

Skullhead: Eh. Let's just wait. The disappointment alone will be worth
it.

JD: And I'm finally going to end that sham title reign of yours. You've
pushed me too far, Holly. Now, I start pushing back!

[The crowd cheers as "Girlfriend" plays again. Holly sneers at Jan before
turning on her heels and stomping off up the aisle, Georgia following
eagerly behind her. Meanwhile, Jan winces in pain, dropping the
microphone, as Grace checks on her again.]

Skullhead: So, it's official. The cousins do battle again as Jan Delgado
takes on women's champion Holly Hotbody in a towel match!

Slush: I'll bring the cameras!

SS: I know what I can bring.

Slush: Yeah? What?

[Sam looks at Amy.]

Slush: I'd rather not say.

AM: You're suddenly gunshy?

SS: I boy has his secrets.

AM: And you post them all on your Facebook page.

SS: It's how I get those hundreds and hundreds of hits!

Skullhead: Interesting as this Facebook discussion is, let's check in
with Moe Owens for an update.

[The scene changes to the backstage area. Here stands Moe Owens with a
microphone at the ready for the latest report. Several people are walking
behind Owens, some of whom seem to be... crying.]

AM: Any update on what's going on back there Moe?

MO: We're still getting reports of fights with the Guard from across the
arena but the Guard themselves aren't admitting to much.

[A woman falls to her knees out of grief. Another rushes to her side to
console her.]

AM: Ummm... Moe... what's going on behind you?

MO: Oh... this? Yes, while searching out information on the Lee
situation, I stumbled across this candle light vigil.

Skullhead: Candle light vigil?

[The camera pans back to see a large gathering of candles and flowers at
the base of a door. Mourners continue to place these items on the ever
growing makeshift altar.]

Skullhead: Who for?

MO: Let me see if I can find out. Excuse me...

[Moe intercepts a woman who just laid down a bouquet of roses at the
altar.]

MO: Who is this vigil for?

[She wipes away a tear, trying to do her best to respond to Owens
question.]

Woman: You don't know?

MO: No, I don't. I just got here.

Woman: Why... this if for Tesla St. James.

MO: Wait, something happened to Tesla St. James?

[Seeing as how Tesla St. James just appeared in the background, we can
safely say no. She looks around at all the candles and roses and
wondering to herself what the Hell is going on.]

Woman: She has to face Laura Davis.

MO: You make that sound like it's a death sentence.

Woman: It is!

[Tesla, unaware that all this mess is for her, stops one of the
participants and asks what is going on. She unscrews the cap to her water
bottle as they go through the long process of explaining it. As they do
so, she starts to drink.]

Woman: We know Tesla is a great technical wrestler and she has all the
awards to prove it. But let's face it. Even her fans know that she never
gets the job done.

[And spit take. Tesla spits out her water all over the person she's
talking with... right in the face... ick!]

Woman: Three time loser of Angels and Amazons, couldn't win the DSW
Championship, never amounted to anything here in the UWF... you get the
idea.

[Tesla starts to share a few choice words with the people all around her.
Smartly, they start to scatter as she starts kicking the flowers and
candles away. Hopefully nothing will catch on fire. We don't need another
one of THOSE incidents.]

Woman: Laura Davis is the Women's Champion and _the_ best technical
wrestler on the planet. No way that Tesla can beat her.

[Uh oh... looks like something caught on fire. And Tesla spit all her
water in somebody's face. Off she goes to fetch a fire extinguisher.]

Woman: It's unfortunate really. We, as fans, really thought Tesla could
win the whole Empress Cup tournament. But I just don't think that's
possible now with Laura Davis entered.

[The woman pauses, as if remembering something. Tesla rushes back with a
fire extinguisher in hand. She pulls the pin, aims towards the fire and
squeezes the trigger... but nothing comes out. Story of her life?]

Woman: You know, the last Empress Cup didn't finish and Tesla was in the
final four. Think that's significant?

MO: I think you're a horrible, horrible fan.

Woman: Really? I'm just being honest.

[A member of the Guard shows up with a fire extinguisher and sprays down
the fire, putting it out. He starts to chastise Tesla for her inability
to douse the fire, ignoring the fact she started it. Tesla apparently
does not being told this, especially by a member of The Guard.]

MO: Tesla St. James is one of the best talents on the roster. I
personally think she can go toe to toe with anybody on the roster, Laura
Davis included.

[As Tesla clubs the Guardsman with her fire extinguisher, the woman
places a soft hand on Moe's cheek.]

Woman: You poor thing... so deluded.

[The woman then walks away, remembering Tesla for the good times.
Frustrations worked out, the still-living Tesla St. James sees Moe and
walks up to him, possibly to conduct an interview about her upcoming
match with Laura Davis.]

MO: Back to you guys.

[And Moe walks off, without seeing Tesla standing there. She looks at the
interviewer leave and says only one thing.]

TSJ: [MEEP]!

[Fade.]

Slush: Anybody up for some Buffalo wings? Seems appropriate right now.

SS: Good one dude!

AM: I think Tesla St. James gets an unfair rap. Just because she hasn't
won a top prize. That doesn't mean she won't ever win.

Slush: Tell that to Jim Kelly and those four naked fingers of his.

AM: I don't know which is worse.

Skullhead: Say one is and the other will only top him. It's an endless
cycle.

SS: Friends, let me regale you with yet another important message from
our beloved sponsors.

[Sam ceremonially clears his throat while Amy rolls her eyes.]

SS: "Mothers Opposing Pornography is proud to sponsor the Empress Cup.
But please, unlike whores like Summer Blake or ginger sluts like Tesla
St-James, proper young girls should never go down that easily."

AM: Tesla St-James is not a slut. She's an anti-slut. Whoever said
gingers were sluts... it's not true!

SS: There might be a few exceptions that confirm the rule... but I don't
know any.

[SLAP~!]

AM: Do you know one now?

SS: ... Yef.

Skullhead: Well after that last woman standing match, this one should be
a little more traditional between two of the best pure wrestlers on
either roster, Tesla St. James and the UWF Women's Champion Laura Davis.

AM: Moe hit the nail on the head, Davis is going into the match as a
tournament replacement already at a disadvantage. If she has any hope of
winning the Empress Cup she's got to take the match tonight.

Skullhead: The same could be said for Tesla, they each have a loss in the
standings. Whoever wins the match would jump into second position in
their bracket, the loser can pretty much write off any chance they have
to win the Cup.

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Rampage Bloody Rampage Rampage Bloody Rampage

EMPRESS CUP TOURNAMENT MATCH
TESLA ST. JAMES versus LAURA DAVIS
----------------------------------------------------------------------

[Tesla was out first to loud cheers from the partisan crowd, clearly the
favorite tonight. For her part she didn't seem intimidated by the
arrival of her replacement opponent, the UWF women's champion "All Around
Athlete" Laura Davis. Davis got right in Tesla's face as the referee
checked both for any illegal weapons, and as soon as the bell rang they
locked up in a tight clinch. For the first few seconds it was an even
exchange, but Davis scored the first advantage with a quick hiptoss off
the ropes. Tesla responded by catching a Davis leg lariat and plucking
her out of the air, surprising Laura with a small package for two. They
both popped back to their feet and exchanged glancing blows, before a
snap suplex by the champion sent Tesla to the canvas.]

Skullhead: Near cover by Davis, and a kickout.

SS: Sure this is good clean wrestling right now, but wait until Tesla
blows her stack. That temper is just waiting to go off, and then you'll
see Davis tie her up like a pretzel.

AM: We've all seen Tesla angry before, but she's just as qualified and
gifted a wrestler as Laura Davis or anyone else in the Empress Cup.

SS: A big, angry redheaded pretzel.

[Davis tried to pick Tesla up and was instead brought down with a drop-
step toehold to the canvas, after which St. James slapped on a surfboard
submission hold. Pounding away with forearms to the chest as her legs
remain hooked around Davis', Tesla eventually tried to lock in a dragon
sleeper type hold. Davis broke free and hooked Tesla for an inside
cradle, nearly scoring the victory before she kicked out.]

AM: Something we haven't touched on is what's going on with Kyle Lee
tonight. It's no secret how close a friendship Kyle and Tesla have, her
performance could be affected by the chaos surrounding him right now.

[Laura hit a running kneelift into the corner to surprise Tesla, only to
be caught offguard herself when the Hamilton native hit a dragonscrew
legwhip back into the center of the ring. Davis came up with a bit of a
limp, and TSJ targetted the leg with a standing kneebar, then dragged her
to the center of the ring and tried to apply a scorpion deathlock. Laura
fought it with everything she had, pulling Tesla to the mat and trying to
likewise lock in a submission hold of her own. They again wrestled to a
stalemate, and upon getting back to their feet exchanged knife-edge
chops.]

Skullhead: The pace is a little quicker, you can tell how much these two
want the win tonight. Here's a backslide attempt from Laura Davis, Tesla
hooking the ropes with her leg- short-arm clothesline!

AM: That technical wrestling award she won is a major source of
irritation for Laura Davis, if she loses to Tesla tonight it's going to
practically kill her.

[TSJ set up for a suplex, but a reversal into a headlock sent her to the
corner where Davis unleashed a series of quick kneelifts. Snapmaring
Tesla from the corner set up for a deadly kick into the spine that left
St. James reeling, and eventually Davis was able to lock in a high angled
boston crab hold. But Tesla refused to submit, dragging herself to the
ropes and forcing Davis to relinquish the hold after a near five count by
the official. Davis kept her attack up, driving her knee into Tesla's
back before pulling her into the center of the ring and trying for a
pinfall. Tesla kicked out, but as Davis kept up the assault focused on
the back it forced Tesla to the ropes. Whereupon she reversed an irish
whip to the ropes and stunned the women's champion with a jawbreaker.]

SS: Foul! Everyone knows the irish have illegally hard heads. That's
like trying to knock someone out with a crowbar!

AM: Well, it's definitely stopped Davis in her tracks. I think Tesla's
got an eye on ending this match, she's going for a crossface!

[St. James locked in the Bastard Grinder this time, pulling back on Davis
to increase the pressure as the crowd began to cheer Tesla on. After
about half a minute Davis managed to lean back and get Tesla's shoulders
pinned to the mat, which caused her to break the hold. Laura struggled
to get up and was met with a forearm shiver to the face, and soon was
placed on the top turnbuckle with Tesla climbing up to stand face to face
with her.

As they battled on the top rope Tesla tried to get a position underneath
Davis, looking for a fireman's carry setup. Davis battered her with
several sharp elbows as she attempted a superplex, St. James hanging on
to the top rope the whole way. The crowd cheered as Tesla shifted her
weight and the superplex turned into a flying bodypress that sent both
women crashing to the canvas below. The hard fall left both women dazed,
but Tesla managed to throw an arm across Davis...

...as the bell rang, the crowd booing heavily.]

DH: Ladies and gentlemen, the ten minute time limit has expired.
Therefore, the referee's decision is that this match is... A DRAW!

[Davis sits up with a look that could kill as she stare at the referee.
Likewise Tesla is voicing her opinion about the time limit draw, and the
booing of the crowd soon gives way to chants of "FIVE MORE MIN-UTES!
FIVE MORE MIN-UTES!".]

Skullhead: It's a shame the match had to end like that without a clear
cut winner, but I don't think the tournament format is going to allow for
any extra time.

[And backing up Skullhead's point, the referee shakes his head at the
crowd, and begins to depart as the booing returns. Tesla leaves first,
opting to give the ref a piece of her mind. Davis meanwhile collects the
UWF women's title, and slides out of the ring still of the belief that
there's not a better wrestler on the planet than her.]

AM: Wow, that's about the worst possible outcome for both Tesla and
Laura. One point apiece for a tie, but it also keeps them in the
basement of the brackets. The big winner here would actually be Scottie
Saratoga, she's way ahead of everyone in her bracket and seems like a
lock to move on.

Skullhead: The fans here clearly wanted to see more of a fight between
Davis and St. James, and I'll be honest. So do I. While we have a
moment, let's check in with Moe Owens, who is standing by to give us an
update on the insanity that's going on backstage.

[Just like that, we cut to the backstage area where UWF reporter Moe
Owens is ready to file a report. There's a hallway behind him and from
the sound of it, there's quite a lot of fighting going on.]

MO: Thanks Skullhead. Things back stage are not getting any better. Many
of the wrestlers and production personnel are steering clear as they
don't want to get caught in the middle of what amounts to be a war.

[A Guard helmet comes flying out of the hallway.]

MO: We've had multiple reports throughout the night of members of the
Guard being ambushed by UWF/MBC President Kyle Lee. Each time, they've
been caught off guard... heh... and before they can compose themselves,
Lee is gone.

AM: So it's confirmed that he's doing all this out of rage?

SS: Well duh. You know how much winning the CL Cup meant to him.

MO: I've tried a couple times to find him myself but he's a...

Skullhead: Stealthy bastard?

MO: In a few words, yes.

[Suddenly, the sounds of battle grow quiet. Emerging from the hall is the
Batman-like President and owner of the UWF/MBC Kyle Lee. His shirt is a
little torn and his face is pretty scraped. Somehow, he's still wearing
his tie.]

MO: There he is! Let me see if I can get a word with him!

[Moe takes off into a run to get ride along side with Lee.]

KL: Not now Owens, I'm on a mission.

MO: Mister Lee, is all this in response to Gamma Ray?

KL: [Deadpan] I think that's obvious.

MO: Are you mad about the CL Cup being destroyed?

KL: [Completely focused on what's ahead] You really need to work on your
interviewing skills Moe.

MO: How do you respond to the people who think you're a coward and fool
when dealing with Gamma Ray?

[That stops Lee dead in his tracks. Lee turns as if on a dime to stare
straight at Owens. Moe flinches and backs up a step.]

KL: Just how many wars have you fought Moe? How many of those wars have
been on multiple fronts?

MO: Well, there was...

KL: Don't kid yourself Moe. You've seen some [MEEP] in your career I'm
sure, but it's rare that you're waist deep in it. You just don't know how
[MEEP]ed things are until people gun for you constantly. You just don't
know until you've got loud mouthed yahoos breaking people's legs and
claiming they're single handedly funding the place. You just don't know
until you've got your top guy faking a terminal illness just to prove
he's got a bigger [MEEP] than anybody else. You just don't know until a
delusional jackass cries "TYRANT" while needling you with legal
loopholes.

MO: But... didn't you hide?

KL: Answer me this Moe. If a small army is aiming to take off your head
while you're trying to get work done... while trying to deal with the
rest of the insanity around here, wouldn't you do the same?

MO: I... I guess. But what about letting him get away...

KL: What exactly is he getting away with? Pissing people off? Hiring a
bunch of thugs?

MO: He stole all those titles...

KL: Which we got back in exchange for Blind Stipulation contracts.

MO: Doesn't that give them an advantage?

KL: They didn't specify who got the Blind Stip advantage did they? They
didn't clearly state that _they_ got to pick the stipulation did they?

MO: Oh.... OH!

KL: Wars on multiple fronts and battles against superior numbers aren't
won by being stupid. He can rail against my leadership all he wants but
since I took over the UWF, ratings for our programming is up. Website
traffic is up. Merchandising is up. And on the MBC side, we've regained
most of our sponsorships and most importantly, we're going back to Texas.

I could tolerate it all before. People have been trying for years to tear
me down and I'll give Gamma Ray credit, he's probably been the most
creative at it. But he crossed a line and made it personal... _extremely_
personal. So now, this isn't about business anymore. This is a vendetta.

So if people want to think I'm a coward and a fool, so be it. Let them
think I'm sitting back and doing nothing and staying silent. But it's
better not to speak and be thought a fool than to speak and prove it.

And we all know just how much Gamma Ray likes to talk.

[And then Lee walks off, back to his mission of taking out the Guard.]

MO: Ummm... back to you guys.

[Fade.]

DR: Kyle Lee with the weight of the world on his shoulders these days.

AM: As bad as the Guard has made life for everyone else here, nobody's
felt it more than him. Kyle has done all he can to keep these two
companies together under one roof, with all the distractions going on
these days a lesser man would have cracked.

SS: Night isn't over yet.

[We cut backstage once again to Serge Annis as he is making his way
through the building. He has a black duffel bag slung over his shoulder
and he pulls his keys out of his pocket.]

DR: Well by the looks of things, I'd say that Serge Annis is taking the
rest of the night off.

SS: Might as well, Tumaffi isn't here. Maybe he'll take another flight to
Samoa and terrorize Tumaffi right at home?

AM: Somehow I highly doubt they would even let that man in the country
after what he did to Tumaffi's sacred family Ie toga.

[Annis shoves past a few officials, completely ignoring them. He takes a
hard turn and cuts into a room that appears to be a giant, albeit dark
boiler room. The brave camera crew continue to follow him as best they
can, until Annis spins around and stops dead in his tracks.]

SA: Why are you following me?

Producer: Uhm, well.... No real reason. Lee ordered us to better document
the backstage developments, just in case.

SA: Well I'm headed to my car, is that of interest to you?

Producer: Well... no, not really.

[Annis glares into the camera.]

SA: Then take off.

Producer: Okay, you don't have to ask us twice... Let's go James.

[Annis watches as the segment producer walks past the camera, heading for
the door they came in through. Our camera person turns and follows suite.
He makes it to the door after the producer has already left and shut the
door. The camera person reaches for the door when a loud sound is heard.

***SNAP***

Which is quickly followed by a loud whooshing sound.

The camera person turns back to see what the commotion was. He has to
open the camera iris to accommodate the low light conditions. A rather
large object appears to be swaying in mid air about twenty yards away.
The camera person quickly hurries over to see what is up and as he
approaches the swaying object, it appears to be none other than Annis
himself, hanging upside down about five feet in the air, his feet
completely bound by rope. This gets a pretty loud response from the
fans watching in the arena on the Megatron.]

SS: Oh God, someone snared Annis!

AM: And I'll bet you a hundred bucks on who, but you can't say Caliban.

SS: Why would anyone do this to Serge?

AM: Really???

[Annis is swaying in the air because he is doing his best to try and sit
up and reach his ankles which must be swollen by the strength of the
noose around them, He struggles to attempt to loosen the grip, but to no
avail. He curses to himself as he frantically fights against the
confines.]

DR: Well it appears Serge is upside down and stuck. That is not a good
position to be in.

AM: Almost helpless.

SS: Who the Hell uses rope traps these days? Come on...

[Annis continues to fight, but without any luck. Eventually he gives up
and leans back up, which in this case means down so that he is hanging by
his feet. His face has turned a little red as he grabs at the temples of
his forehead. His icy blue eyes are enraged yet again as the gravity of
the situation dwells on him. He finally speaks...]

SA: Damnit...

[The helpless Epitome of Evil continues to sway in the air as he hangs
there... alone...

For now...]
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