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| [UWF/MBC] Rampage Bloody Rampage Hour One; It's alive! It's alllllliiiiiiivvvvveeee | |
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| Overly_Critical_Jue | Nov 10 2010, 05:37 PM Post #1 |
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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:] ________ __ __ ____ | ___ \ ______ | \ / || _ \ ______ _____ _____ \ \__| \ / ___ || \/ || | \ \ / ___ | / ___ \ | ___| \ __ // /___| || |\ /| || |_/ // /___| | / / /_/ | |_ \ \ \ \ \ ___ || | \/ |_|| __/ \ ___ || | ___ | _| \_\ \ \ \ \ | ||_| | | \ \ | || | |_ || |_______ \_\ \_\ |_| |_| \_\ |_| \ \___| ||_________\ ______ \_____/ | _ | __ ____ ____ _____ _ _ | |/ / / / / _ \ / _ \\ \ / \ / \ | _ \ / / / / / // / / // /\ \\ \/ / | |/ // /___/ /_/ // /_/ // /_/ / \ / |____//_____/\____/ \____//______/ | | ________ __ __ ____ | / | ___ \ ______ | \ / || _ \ ______ |/____ _____ \ \__| \ / ___ || \/ || | \ \ / ___ | / ___ \ | ___| \ __ // /___| || |\ /| || |_/ // /___| | / / /_/ | |_ \ \ \ \ \ ___ || | \/ |_|| __/ \ ___ || | ___ | _| \_\ \ \ \ \ | ||_| | | \ \ | || | |_ || |_______ \_\ \_\ |_| |_| \_\ |_| \ \___| ||_________\ \_____/ 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? _______ ________ _______ _______ ______ ______ | | | | | | ___|----------------------| | | __ \ | | | | | | | ___| 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. _______ ________ _______ _______ ______ ______ | | | | | | ___|----------------------| | | __ \ | | | | | | | ___| WRITER: | | __ � ---| |_______|________|___| Kyle Lee |__|_|__|______/______| Rampage Bloody Rampage Rampage Bloody Rampage THE PROBLEM SOLVERS versus ERIK GRIMSSON and RONAN BENEDICT ---------------------------------------------------------------------- [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.] ("PLEASE DON |
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| Overly_Critical_Jue | Nov 10 2010, 05:38 PM Post #2 |
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Amigo, I ain't anybody but Juan Vasquez!
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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~!] _______ ________ _______ _______ ______ ______ | | | | | | ___|----------------------| | | __ \ | | | | | | | ___| WRITER: | | __ « ---| |_______|________|___| Mike Beeby |__|_|__|______/______| Rampage Bloody Rampage Rampage Bloody Rampage OPEN CHALLENGE "MOCKINGBIRD" NINA GRIMSSON vs. MIYUKI OZAKI ---------------------------------------------------------------------- [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. _______ ________ _______ _______ ______ ______ | | | | | | ___|----------------------| | | __ \ | | | | | | | ___| WRITER: | | __ « ---| |_______|________|___| Mike Beeby |__|_|__|______/______| 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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