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| RedRajah | Jan 8 2012, 01:43 PM Post #1 |
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Shocked Woona is Shocked
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[Fade in to the triage area set up backstage. Freshly stitched up (12, to be exact) and with a large bandage across his forehead, Trey DaMann starts to moan and stir on his stretcher. Eyes still closed, he fumbles through the air with his hand until it comes to rest on his abdomen. He gropes around a bit, finding nothing. His eyes shoot open. But this action causes Trey to wince in extreme pain. His other hand awkwardly reaches up to cradle his head. He starts to caress his temples, but notices the edge of the bandage. His fingers slowly gravitate towards the recently-closed wound in the center of his forehead. He pokes around for a few seconds, in obvious agony but wanting to know what the hell just happened to him. An EMT walks by.] EMT: You must've really pissed him off to have him smash you in the face with a cast like that. TD: [still a bit groggy] Wha? EMT: That big grey-haired guy with all the tattoos. He left quite a hole. TD: W-wh-where's my belt? EMT: On the table behind you. The guy who looks like De La Hoya said to bring it with you. That you would want it as a memento. [Trey gets up from the gurney as quickly as he can. He lunges and clumsily grabs his custom-made UWF World Heavyweight championship belt. He turns back towards the EMT. His speaking is becoming clearer, but a bit pressured.] TD: The OTHER one? Where's the OTHER one? The OTHER World title belt!!! WHERE IS IT??!?! EMT: The ref gave the other one to De La Hoya. TD: No... [DaMann's eyes grow wide. In a panic, he furiously looks around the area. However, the gold in his hands is the only one he sees.] TD: No... no... no... NO! [DaMann screams an ear-piercing yell. He stumbles over and with all the might he can muster, he smashes the multi-million-dollar belt that used to be the UWF World Heavyweight title into the cinder block wall. He smashes it again. And again. And again. Diamonds fall out of their settings and tumble to the floor. The uncomfortable crash of platinum plates against concrete wall gets louder and louder, but isn't enough to drown out the screams of DaMann as he explodes into a full rage. He grabs the end of the strap and whips it furiously into the wall a few times. Finally, he clasps both hands around the mangled faceplate and throws it to the ground in disgust. More jewels and hunks of metal fly off in all directions.] TD: no... no... no... [A trickle of blood seeps out from under the bandage. It rolls down his forehead into his eyebrow, and then begins to pool around the edge of his right eye. DaMann is breathing heavy and reaches out to keep himself from falling. He continues to desperately scan the room in hopes that the EMT is mistaken, and he is still the UWF World Heavyweight champion. It is futile. With a lost look in his eyes, he sits back down on the gurney. His eyes close a bit. He takes a pained exhale. His expression is now one of disbelief. His voice is no longer under duress, but he still continues to say the same thing over and over. He opens his eyes again, this time much slower than before, and stares off into the distance.] TD: No... [Fade.] ============================================================ * Yeah- Trey DaMann didn't take losing the world title to Juan Vasquez well, did he? * Welcome to Thursday Night Throwndowns. I'm Scottie Saratoga, your recapper. * Moe and Dave welcome us from the Cutter Arena in Dayton, Ohio. Elliot/Cain! Hitan/LeBlanc! Lopez/Messiah! Grimsson/Blake! MacDoanld & Depuis/Russian Youth Movement! * Well, DaMann's bad mood is infectious. I'm not happy myself. Here's why... ============================================================ [The camera fades in to see a darkened gym. The door unlocks, and a female enters the room, turning on the lights. It's Scottie Saratoga, and she's carrying a duffel bag under her arm. She's whistling "Tom Sawyer" by Rush as she takes three steps into the gym... ... pauses... ... and switches whistling to a funeral march. The camera follows her line of sight. In the middle of the wrestling ring is a large markerboard. Written in the dry erase board is the following: "Who is the Woman in Black?" 1. Alex(andra?) Epstein 2. Evil twin sister? 3. Seņora Cloak Tres 4. Mom Scottie looks at the board... sighs... turns and speaks to the apparently-empty room.] SS: Mom? "You understand if you met her." SS: ACK!!! [Scottie leaps into the air, holding a hand to her chest as Miyuki Ozaki suddenly appears behind her from seemingly out of thin air. ] SS: Don't sneak up on me like that! [Miyuki ignores Scottie as she continues on.] Miyuki: Okaasan was greatest female wrestler of her generation. Fierce, bloodthirsty... [Suddenly, Miyuki shoots her arm out towards Scottie, as her Hello Kitty! shiv slides out from beneath her sleeve and into her hand.] Miyuki: ...merciless! [Miyuki stares at Scottie, with blade still in hand, leaving the former Fantasy Girl looking just a bit nervous.] Miyuki: Just like Woman in Black. SS: Please don't point that thing at me. [Miyuki lowers her arm and waves her hand dismissively, as if to say Scottie had nothing to worry about.] Miyuki: But mama not a coward. She would not run away from just seven womens like Woman in Black did. And if it was mama that attack those girls, those girls wouldn't be here anymore. [Miyuki makes a throat-cutting gesture.] Miyuki: So mama is not suspect anymore, Scottie-chan...but you know who is? [She makes a limp-wristed gesture to Scottie, motioning for her to move in closer. Miyuki leans in close and with a smile, whispers her newest suspect into Scottie's ear...] Miyuki: You. [Scottie's first action is to step back from the blade that Miyuki is still holding in her hand. Her second action is to spin around, looking to be jumped by Miyuki's six henchlings. Spotting neither a swinging blade nor a gang jumping, Scottie turns around back towards Miyuki.] SS: I'm assuming I'm still just a suspect at this point. [Miyuki gives a small nod.] Miyuki: Hai. SS: Well... I'm not the Woman in Black. [Pause.] SS: But I see why you think so. I haven't been attacked yet, the woman wears a black bodysuit so it can be anyone, and where was I when she attacked you. Good reasons to be suspicious, Miyuki- right? [Another pause.] SS: And can you put down that knife? It's REALLY making me nervous. We're wrestlers, for God's sakes. At least be a traditionalist and use a chair or something. [Miyuki shrugs and puts the knife in her pocket- then reaches over and picks up a stool.] SS: That's better. Look, when you were fighting Nikki the Cat, I was in the locker room, watching the match, eating popcorn, and enjoying the show. I was expecting you to beat the ever living snot out of that vapid twerp. I thought if I was there, I'd slap the hell out of her, get disqualified, and cause you to lose. As to why I haven't been attacked yet... [Scottie makes her own version of a limp-wristed gesture, motioning for Miyuki to move in closer. Scottie leans in and yells right in Miyuki's ear.] SS: I HAVEN'T HAD A MATCH SINCE SHE SHOWED UP! [Miyuki rubs her ear adorably as Scottie continues.] SS: She hasn't had a chance to attack me yet. This tag team against Tesla St. James and Laura Davis is my first match, and the first chance this Woman in Black has to attack me! [Miyuki takes this all in and remains silent, causing Scottie to fume at her, impatiently.] SS: Well, don't you have anything to say? [The bleach blonde beauty puts the stool down and takes a seat, crossing her arms and smirking at her tag team partner.] Miyuki: You do great job of incriminating yourself, Scottie-chan. [Scottie nods, before doing a double-take.] SS: What? Miyuki: Didn't think of those reasons why it might be you...but now everything making more sense! SS: You're kidding me. If you didn't have any evidence before, then how on Earth could you accuse me of... [Miyuki gets to her feet and places a finger on Scottie's lips, silencing her. She then tilts her head to the side and sniffs Scottie's neck.] Miyuki: You smell just like her, Scottie-chan. [Scottie looks at Miyuki like she's got three heads.] SS: My SMELL? What the hell are you? A bloodhound? Miyuki: Nose never fail before. Stench of crazed masked lady all over you! SS: "Crazed masked la..."? And you're accusing me because of smell? What, did you double check with Astrology? "Scottie's a Capricorn, and I'm a Pisces, therefore the third moon of Jupiter is rising, and Scottie must be the woman in black!"? [Miyuki starts to nod, but Scottie interrupts] SS: YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE AGREEING! Or maybe you could play a Coldplay record backwards and find the message "Scottie did it"! It's just as effective. Do you see how silly that is? [Miyuki points towards her cute, perky nose] Miyuki: Nose knows, Scottie-chan. SS: GAH! [Scottie looks ready to strangle something- or someone. After a moment, she takes a deep breath and looks right at Miyuki.] SS: Let me state this clearly and for the record. I. AM. NOT. THE. WOMAN. IN. BLACK. No matter what your nose, your gut, or any part of your body claims. [Miyuki is silent for a moment, before a smirk forms on her lips...and she suddenly explodes onto Scottie, enveloping her in a bone-crushing hug.] Miyuki: I KNEW IT! Was just testing you, Scottie-chan, but you not crack under pressure of vicious interrogation! Innocent for sure! SS: Uh...sure thing...Miyuki. Look, can you put me down? You're...hurting me. Miyuki: Oh...sure, sure. [Miyuki unceremoniously dumps Scottie onto the mat. Scottie rubs her ribs, grimacing slightly.] SS: I'm glad we're on the same page now, but...I don't think I'm in the mood to train any more. We'll do this another day...ok? Miyuki: Of course! Together, me and you gonna' get to bottom of this! Woman in Black no match for us working together! [Scottie takes her leave, as Miyuki watches her walk out the door. As the door shuts behind her, the camera zooms in on Miyuki's face, as her bright smile disappears and her expression turns serious once more...] Miyuki: (GIRLS! YOU CAN COME OUT, NOW!) [The camera suddenly pulls back, where we suddenly see the ring filled by Miyuki's entourage appearing seemingly from out of nowhere. Where the heck did they come from? How did Scottie not notice any of them? Why are they all dressed like ninjas???] Ayako: (So...she's really innocent?) [Miyuki snorts.] Miyuki: (Don't be silly, Ayako...) [She turns her head back towards the doorway that Scottie just exited and narrows her eyes like a predator eyeing its prey.] Miyuki: (...the nose is never wrong.) [Fade out.] ================================================= * Really, Miyuki? Want to accuse me of kidnapping the Lindbergh baby as well? * Cain Morningstar comes down to the ring, with Saul joining him. Then the entire Insanity Society join Tommy Elliot at the top of the ramp. They come down and form their huddle, with Tommy leading the chant: TE: Sometimes you want to go... IS: ...where everybody knows your name. TE: And they're always... IS: ...glad you came. TE: You want to be... IS: ...where you can see TE: Our troubles... IS: ...are all the same TE: You want to be All: ...where everybody knows your name!!! ================================================= CAIN MORNINGSTAR vs. TOMMY ELLIOT As the Insanity Society leaves the ring, Tommy turns around and is greeted by a hooking clothesline from Cain. The larger of the Morningstars has about six inches and eighty pounds on him, and uses it to pound Tommy to the mat. A series of knife-edged chops and palm strikes leave Tommy's chest red with welts, but a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker is turned into a headscissors that gives Tommy the lead. Outside the ring, Saul Morningstar and Randall Osbourne start arguing, and Tommy Jackson needs to separate them. A springboard dropkick gets a two count, but a top-rope elbowdrop by Elliott misses, and Morningstar almost scores the three count with a Northern Lights Suplex. Cain puts Tommy on the top rope and sets up for a superplex, but as Cain lifts Tommy up he pivots, landing on top on Cain for the three count. WINNER: At 5:11, TOMMY ELLIOTT After the match, Osbourne and Saul get into a shoving contest, and it the takes the referee some time to separate the teams. Things almost break down into a big brawl between the teams, and I suspect both teams are looking for another match. * We fade out into... ================================================ [Scene opens to inside a floral shop. There are flowers everywhere, some in arrangements already, others waiting to be arranged. An older caucasian woman is at the counter going through a list of orders while a college aged African American woman is moving some freshly arranged flowers into a refrigerated display. The door to the shop opens and in walks a couple. They're both Caucasian, the man has light brown hair that is slightly long and is wearing a dark blue suit with a white handkerchef in a front pocket, a white dress shirt on underneath and a dark blue tie with lighter blue dots on it. The woman has light brown hair and is wearing a dark gray dress with an expensive looking black leather jacket with white fluffy faux fur trim around it including a collar of just that and she has an expensive looking little gray purse. The older woman looks up with a smile and..] Older Woman: Welcome to our flower shop! What can we do for you? [The couple, Pablo O'Connor and his wife Stephanie Delacroix, flash polite smiles towards the woman.] POC: Hello! We need to send some flowers. OW: You've come to the right place then! SD: Splendid! OW: What kind of flowers do you need? [Pablo and Stephanie look around.] POC: Well.. It's for a.. cousin of mine who's not doing so well. SD: Yeah.. A cousin. OW: Oh my, is it something with their health? POC: Back troubles. OW: Oh my, bless their heart. Back trouble is some of the worst. SD: Yes, m'am. [Pablo looks around then points to some blue flowers.] POC: What about those blue flowers over there. OW: Are you sure you want to send blue flowers? POC: Why not? OW: Blue flowers usually symbolize calm and security. It doesn't seem proper for what you've discussed. SD: Yeah, they look ugly to me anyways. I like those purple ones! [The woman pulls a face.] OW: I'm not sure you want those! SD: How come? OW: Purple flowers mean pride and success. If your cousin isn't doing well then they may not want flowers proclaiming things like that. It would be like rubbing their faces in their bad times! [Pablo rolls his eyes while Stephanie's right eye twitches but somehow Delacroix calms down.] SD: O... K... Those white flowers are really pretty. OW: Unless it's a wedding or a funeral, I wouldn't send white flowers. [Delacroix turns away from the woman and has an angry facial spasm explosion. O'Connor just takes a long, long sigh then points at some yellow flowers.] POC: What about those? What do those yellow flowers mean? OW: Yellow? Yellow conveys friendship and joy! Those would be perfect to cheer your cousin up! [Stephanie spins around, an evil smirk already on her face as she looks over at her husband, also sporting an evil smirk.] POC: Excellent! [Pablo nods at Stephanie who reaches into her purse and pulls out a piece of paper.] SD: We need a dozen of those yellow flowers sent to this address. OW: What do you want the card to say? POC: Have it say.. Are you ready to take this down? [The woman pulls out a pen and a little card and nods her head.] POC: OK, 'Dear Chad, I hope it was worth it. Your cousin, Pablo' OW: Hmm.. Sound a little cryptic. SD: Don't worry.. It's an inside joke thing. He will get it. OW: OK! I'll send these flowers for you! I hope it helps your cousin feel better. [Dark smiles as Pablo and Stephanie nod their heads.] POC: He will. He will. [The scene fades.] ================================================ * Commercials. You know, I never saw the need to mock someone you injured. I mean they're already in the hospital- just living better is the best revenge. * Moe and Dave highlight the last SNR, including the Rumble Gauntlet that allowed Victor Frost to literally walk into the ring and win the North American Title. Yeah- most of the locker room wasn't happy with that. Without saying names, I know that at least three Gatorade coolers were smashed in the locker room afterward. * "The Kyoto Nightmare" Aman Hitan enters the ring while the audience sees a backstage vignette his opponent: ================================================ [Cut to the locker room, where we find member of Riot Orin "the Lynx" LeBlanc lacing up his boots. He gives the camera a curt nod.] OL: Ain't in a particularly talkative mood right now, all things considerin'. The New Alliance reared their ugly heads again last Rampage an' Derek Martin gets a damn title shot out o' it. [He rolls his eyes] Makes you wonder about the way o' the world sometimes... [Orin shakes his head] OL: Him, Martinez an' Annis, we'll be makin' sure they get theirs soon enough. Right now, I gotta concern myself with another wannabe badass throwin' his weight in Amai Hitan. [The Lynx snorts, unimpressed] Yeah, I saw what you did to Tommy Stephens. Roarin' around an' thinkin' it makes you some sort o' monster. [At that, Orin cracks his knuckles, cold grin forming on his face.] OL: Thing is, I've been known to be a bit o' a beast as well. An' I didn't get much beauty sleep myself... [The Lynx rises to his full height, hazel eyes brimming with sharp intensity.] OL: ...time to wake up, "Nightmare". [Fade out.] ================================================ ORIN "THE LYNX" LEBLANC vs. "THE KYOTO NIGHTMARE" AMAI HITAN Hitan attacks LeBlanc from behind before the bells ring, nailing him with a roaring elbow and throwing him out of the ring. Outside, Hitan goes for an Irish whip, but LeBlanc reverses, and Hitan goes back-first into the steel guardrail. LeBlanc takes him back into the ring and delivers a series of Tiger Suplexes and a shoulderbreaker for a two count. Hitan rakes the eyes and goes for a clothesline, but LeBlanc ducks underneath and grabs Hitan with a leaping neckbreaker. LeBlanc continues to disassemble Hitan, planting with a uranage before finally locking in the Animal Logic (Triangle Scissor Lock) for the submission win. WINNER: At 3:53, ORIN "THE LYNX" LEBLANC ================================================ * Looks like LeBlanc was not in the best of moods. * RIOT continues to show up on TNT, as Edwin Lopez faces Messiah. ================================================ MESSIAH vs. EDWIN LOPEZ Lopez is almost a foot taller and about eighty pounds heavier, but the Messiah shows courage by going on the attack immediately with a series of strikes, bringing Lopez to his knees. Lopez manages to stun Messiah with a forearm, then picks Messiah up and gorilla presses him four times before dropping him onto the mat. Lopez goes to grab Messiah but Messiah reaches and attempts to grab him in a guillotine chokehold. Lopez reaches the ropes to force a break, but the referee has to physically pull Messiah off, drawing a glare from the scarred wrestler. He turns around and Lopez attempts AHHHHHHHHHHHTHECHOOOOOKKKKKKKKEEEESSSSLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAMMMMM!!!! but Messiah rakes the face, then starts choking Lopez. At the four count, Lopez starts choking Messiah back, the referee reaches five... six... and says "screw it", disqualifying both men. The two continue to brawl outside the side and up the aisle. WINNER: Double Disqualification at 6:09 ================================================ * Commercials: Why do people think we'll buy insurance because a talking Gecko lizard say we should? * More recaps, then a rundown of "The Woman in Black" and her attacks on the UWF women's roster. She's welcomed to try and attack me, but I'm keeping an eye out. * Interviews from the competitors of the next match: ================================================ [The camera cuts to an empty room. The only light being a single candle, with a young woman kneeling in front of it. While the darkness covers her face, her voice is eerily familiar. "Mockingbird" Nina Grimsson.] Nina: It's really no secret that I'm not wanted around here anymore. From the company brass who have tried to bury me in meaningless six man matches with the Morningstars, to the competiters here like Laura Davis and Scottie Saratoga who don't want anyone around that challenges their view of what a female competitor is supposed to be like. Look no further than my own sister-in-law, Sonya Benedict, if you want an example. She saw the writing on the wall, knew she wasn't wanted here, and bolted. Some would say that I'm a fool for not doing the same thing. [The light flickers, allowing a view of Nina's eyes narrowing.] Nina: Maybe they're right, but you know what, I don't give up so easily. You see, I was here representing this fed long before these recent forces that want me out ever got here. And well, I'm not going away without a fight. And from now on, I'm going to do it my way. No more of taking people on in matches they're comfortable in. I'm going all out. And Summer Blake, Fate has decided you to be the first victim on my way back to the top. You know what I'm about, Summer. It's not your title I'm after. You can keep it. It's the example that I'm going to use you to set for everyone else. [The light of the candle goes out as the camera fades] ================================================ [The scene opens backstage as the crew is setting up for tonight's show. But our attention isn't on any of them. Instead, it's drawn to Summer Blake, freshly arrived. The young woman is clad in a khaki colored, trench coat, tied at the waist and the collar adorned with faux fur. A pair of jeans are also visible as are black, leather boots. Her black hair is styled in a ponytail that falls down her back and she pulls a small, rolling suitcase behind her. As she passes by, The North American Women's Champion smiles and greets each worker before spotting the camera. Summer stops, fixing the camera with a look.] SB: I've got to say that I'm looking forward to tonight's match. For once, I won't be fighting self-righteous, sleazebag slags or former tag wrestlers with a chip on their shoulder because they got dumped for a dude. Tonight, I'm going against a woman that I've nothing but the utmost respect for. [Her smile broadens.] SB: Nina Grimsson is literally a living legend in this sport and has managed to do it all. I tip my hat to the girl. Unfortunately, she's also stumbled upon a bit of bad luck lately. [Her expression grows serious, the smile faltering.] SB: Nina's been losing far more than she's been winning. And I can sympathize. We've all been there. Career slumps are a bitch. But it just takes one win to get you back where you belong. [sighs] So, I'll apologize to her now because that win unfortunately won't be tonight and it won't be against me. [She puts a hand on her hip.] SB: Yes, I know that you have a lot to prove, Nina, but so do I. And it's not just to prove that I'm a better wrestler or that I've still got it. I also go out there to show that I'm a deserving champion too. See, that belt I carry around demands the utmost from me. And I refuse to ever let myself or the fans down. So, you might be hungry but I doubt you'll find a more determined or willing wrestler than me. Doesn't matter if we keep things inside of the ring or out of it, I'm going to do everything within my power to ensure that I walk out of this arena the same way that I walked into: with that title in my possession. Good luck, babes. You're gonna need it. [She pauses and frowns.] SB: Oh yeah, and about this lady in black that's running around, sticking her nose in everyone's matches. I don't know who she is and, quite frankly, don't care. But, if she comes out there tonight, jumping in my business again, I _guarantee_ she'll regret it. Trust me. Miyuki will be the _least_ of her worries. [The scene fades.] ================================================ WOMEN'S NORTH AMERICAN TITLE MATCH: SUMMER BLACK vs. NINA GRIMSSON Summer and Nina lock up, and the match starts with Summer taking control with an armbar. Grimsson gets frustrated, raking the face and then taking the match outside, slamming Summer's head against the ring apron. Back in the ring, Nina grabs Summer by the hair and delivers a series of headbutts, almost getting disqualified when she won't break the referee's count. Summer regains control with a superkick, then attempts a bridging German suplex for a two count. Grimsson delivers a palm strike... At the top of the aisle, a woman wearing a black mask and holding a chair stumbles out. Before she heads down to the aisle, Ayako and the rest of Miyuki's posse come out and start stomping away, drawing a pop from the crowd. Several referees come out and attempt to pull the six women away. The referee is also distracted, allowing Nina Grimsson to grab the ring bell and clobber it over Summer's head twice, drawing boos from the crowd. She covers, but the referee is still distracted by the fight at the top of the aisle as Kiyomi reaches down and pulls off the mask, revealing a bloodied... Wendy Minow. ... Wendy Minow? ... Inside the ring, Nina kicks the bell out of the ring, grabs the referee, spins him around, turns... ... and is met by Summer Blake leaping off the top rope with a high-cross bodyblock as the referee counts 1... 2... 3! WINNER: At 7:09, and still champion, Summer Blake! After the match, Nina Grimsson, to put it politely, snaps, clobbering both the referee and Summer Blake with the ring bell before leaving to boos from the crowd. ================================================ * Coming back from commercials, UWF officials are putting a bloodied Wendy Minow onto a stretcher, as the enhancement talent wrestler tells the officials someone attacked her, put the masked over her head and a chair in her hands, and shoved her out into the aisle. Before she could regain her composure, Miyuki's posse were on her. Wendy's going to the hospital and the UWF has thrown all six members of Miyuki's team out of the arena for the night. * You know, we all might be hasty here. Sure, Wendy is known as a nice girl who has yet to win a match in her career in the UWF- but are we sure she _isn't_ the Woman in Black? I'm just asking... * A recap of Alex Kidd bringing his new tag team of Buster MacDonald and Remy DePuis and their upset victory over the Prophets of Rage. * By the way, I normally don't say "I told you so", but... ================================================ [Cut suddenly back to the locker room area, where a scuffle becomes visible as the cameraman races on scene. And the scuffle is quite one- sided as Miyuki Ozaki is being pummeled and beaten into the ground by yet another woman dressed head to toe in dark clothing, this presumably the real Woman In Black. Ozaki lies on the floor facedown, with the WiB straddling her and delivering repeated forearm shots to the back of the head before trying to simply rub Miyuki's face into the concrete floor. *CRASH!* "What the hell? GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" The WiB wasn't expecting company, as our intrepid recapper discovers the scene and immediately comes to the aid of the helpless Miyuki. She grabs the Woman In Black by the head and yanks her off of the Japanese woman and tosses her into the near set of lockers. Opting to scramble away to safety instead of stay and fight, the Woman In Black dodges an elbow from Saratoga and flees the locker room. Scottie winces in pain as she holds the elbow that's just struck metal, but then comes to the side of her often-times tag partner as Miyuki slowly rolls onto her back, gasping for breath and holding the back of her head. Very slowly, Scottie helps Miyuki into a sitting position.] SS: Miyuki, you okay? Miyuki: Hai. She jumped me from behind, Scottie-chan. [At this point, officials and EMTs stream into the room. Cut.] ================================================ * Huh. I guess Wendy isn't the Woman in Black after all. Glad to see Miyuki's not hurt. * Commercials- then we come back to see: ================================================ [Our scene opens in a backstage hallway at the Nutter Center. Various pieces of production equipment and large crates sit alongside both walls, and a huge banner reading "Dayton Flyers - 2003 Atlantic 10 Men's Basketball Champions" sits high along a wall as well. In the middle of that hallway stands the well-dressed business manager of new UWF tag team India Inc., the smug Ravi Kapoor. His posture is casual, ever so slightly aggressive, in fact, as he leans towards his conversational partner - a nervous looking young blonde woman in a UWF polo shirt. She clearly seems like she has somewhere else she needs to be, but is unable to get away from being chatted up.] RK: Your job sounds just _fascinating_, dear. But you should really see what it takes to be a manager in the UWF, especially of a hot commodity like the Bhatt Brothers. Being the business mind behind India Inc. is quite the thing... really, you should come by my penthouse tonight, after the show of course, and I could show you a few things that could really help you in your career here! [The young woman clearly wants nothing less than to see whatever Ravi wants to show her, if the look of revulsion and fear on her face is any guide. Not that a man like Kapoor reads those kind of social cues in any event. Instead, he's handing her a small business card.] RK: We're not staying at a hotel, of course... too common. But we rented this delightful condo for a couple of days. Here's the address... and hey, bring a friend if you like! [Once again the woman reacts with horror, but this time it's mixed with shock that Kapoor would have the gall to try to swing this entirely uncomfortable social interaction which she obviously hates into a possible threesome. She looks like she's trying hard to find the right words to extricate herself without hurting anyone's feelings, when suddenly former UWF wrestler and announcer Dan Kidd walks into the scene, making a beeline straight for the two of them. He gives an odd, mixed look to the young woman, starting with a little wink of recognition which quickly turns into a stern look of disapproval.] DK: Miss Jones, don't you have work to do? Stop wasting Mr. Kapoor's time. [With enormous relief, the young woman - Miss Jones - seizes the opportunity to disengage, walking off quickly with her head down and meekly saying "Yes sir" to Kidd, though under her breath she lets out a very grateful "Thank you." Kapoor doesn't seem to have caught that element of the byplay and instead looks angrily at Kidd - clearly he is a man who doesn't care for being blocked in his, er "pursuits".] RK: What the hell do you want? [Kidd turns his attention now fully to Kapoor, and it's clear the long time UWFer and former Cruiserweight champion is not willing to be bigtimed, not even a little bit, by a manager whose tag team hasn't even wrestled here yet.] DK: Ravi... can I call you Ravi? RK: No. DK: Ravi, some of my friends in the office wanted me to talk to you about India Inc. You see, I know your team wasn't booked on the last Rampage, but you were asked to be in Toronto for a dark match, and to be the emergency backup if any team couldn't make it. Which, of course, the Gunslingers couldn't. So then, when we had to find you to take on the Prophets... well, you were nowhere to be found. Turns out, you weren't in Toronto. You weren't even in Canada. So you might understand why the office might be just a bit annoyed with you. [Kapoor smirks and lets out a slight chuckle, showing no particular concern for what the office thinks of him or his team.] RK: Jay and Naresh have already seen Buffalo. Why would we want to go to North Buffalo? Besides, Saks was having a big blowout - some idiot buyer picked up way too many of those great new Armani cardigans. Only four hundred dollars! What can I say, sometimes you just have to get your shop on. [Dan doesn't seem to agree, rolling his eyes at the metrosexuality of that comment.] DK: You know, there's a fine for deliberately no-showing an event. I'm sure a warning in this case... RK: What's the fine? DK: (surprised) Pardon? RK: What's the fine. DK: Uh, five thousand dollars, I believe. [With that, Kapoor swiftly pulls a chequebook out of his back pocket - a very nice one at that, with a shiny leather cover - and whips it open. A pen is nestled in the top of it, and he slides it out to begin writing.] RK: Who should I make it out to? DK: Look, Ravi, you don't have to pay the fine this time. I'm just trying to make a point here. [Kapoor lowers his chequebook, and glares angrily into Kidd's eyes.] RK: No, I'M trying to make a point. India Inc. wrestles where we want to, who we want to, when we want to. You can fine us any time you want, and we've got the money. We're not going to be disrespected by showing up for a dark match, just in case. We're not going to go to some frigid craphole like Toronto. I mean, just because we don't like Americans, everyone assumes we'll love Canada... as if. At least America used to be a great country. Canada never even had that. So why don't you take your fine, and your friendly warning, and your friends in the office, and shove them up your ass? [Kidd's eyes narrow and become hard. Unconsciously, his hands start to ball up into fists.] DK: Look, Ravi, let me give you some advice. My brother's team showed up out of the blue, nothing expected from them, but they were ready to wrestle - and look what it got them. Huge exposure. A big contract. A win that will go down in the history books. That could have been your guys, Ravi. Don't pass up opportunities because you think you're too big for them. RK: Look, Dan... can I call you Dan? DK: No. RK: Dan, if your brother was here, the bonafide legend Alex Kidd, and he was giving me free advice, I might listen. Because he's a star. But I don't need advice from you. Rest assured, though, that if I or the Bhatts ever need to learn how to kiss ass in the locker room, how to hold onto a tag rope and try to look like you belong when the real main eventers carry your ass to relevance, or if we ever need to use nepotism just to get a job we didn't deserve in the first place, I promise you'll be the first person we call. [Kidd can be seen fighting down an involuntary spasm in his right arm, as it seemed inclined to move on its own and slug the arrogant Indian right in the face.] DK: Ravi, you need- RK: (interrupting) Are we done talking here? [Kidd just glares, obviously not done talking.] RK: Yeah, we're done talking here. Now, I'm sure somewhere out there Scott Daniels needs a new coffee, or maybe Joe Reed needs someone to pick up his dry cleaning. Why don't you be a good little bitch and go do what you do best? [With that, Kapoor summarily turns on his heel and walks briskly right out of the shot, all while a furious Dan Kidd stares at him, murder in his eyes.] ================================================ * As a general idea, it's never smart to insult Dan Kidd. * Let's get to our main event, as the Russian Youth Movement take on Alex Kidd's new team: ================================================ RUSSIAN YOUTH MOVEMENT vs. BUSTER MACDONALD & REMY DEPUIS For the Russian Youth Movement, Michaeil Brekhov is outside the ring, while Anatoly Malakhei and Yevgeny Chuchkin fight for the team. Buster MacDonald and Yev Chuckin start for the team. MacDonald starts by trying to lock up, and Yev greets him with a sidekick, then whips him to the corner. Yev and Anatoly exchange quick tags, working over MacDonald with a series of double-teams, including a palm thrust by Yev into an enzuigiri by Malakhei that leads to a two count. As Anatoly attempted a slingshot legdrop, MacDonald rolled out of the way and tagged in Depuis, who delivered a butterfly suplex on Anatoly, then followed up with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on the charging Yev Chuckin. Remy and Buster start working on some double teams of their own on Yev, including a suplex by Remy onto Buster's knee for a two count. A splash by Depuis leads to a cover, but Brekhov hops up on the apron distracting the referee. Remy stands up and is clipped from behind by Anatoly. Yev then grabs Remy and delivers a Fouette kick, then gets a two count after a facebreaker knee smash. Yev attempts to pick Remy up but Remy grabs him in a small package for a two count. Anatoly comes in to break up the pin attempt, which brings in MacDonald, and a four-way brawl breaks out. In the brawl, Yev goes for an uppercut, but Remy grabs him in a backslide and the referee counts 1...2... 3!!! WINNER: At 7:22, Buster MacDonald & Remy Depuis ================================================ * Good win for the rookies. * Moe and Dave wrap up by hyping Juan Vasquez' match against Derek Martin on this week's SNR. Here's the lineup, along with my predictions: - Michael Bonn against Carmine Condor (going with Bonn, as he's been on a roll lately) - Leanna Love against Sierra Browne (The Woman in Black attacks and reveals herself to be Lolita Love) - Pablo O'Connor goes after the TV title, taking on Tommy Stephens (I think we may have a new champion in O'Connor) - India, Inc. takes on Fire and Ice (let's see Kapoor's new tag team in action) - Laura Davis and Tesla St. James take on Miyuki and Scottie Saratoga (Like I'm predicting anything other than me winning) - Johnny Axis vs. Trey DaMann (DaMann wins as he starts trying to regain the world title) - Serge Annis and Alex Martinez face the Gunslingers (Gunslingers are good- but Annis and Martinez have been laying bodies in their wake) - Juan Vasquez defends his World Title against Derek Martin (Martin is a future world champion- someday. But not tonight. Vasquez retains) * That's all for tonight... and Miyuki- I did tell you so. |
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