<UWF> Cupid's Revenge 2006
Cygnia
a
mirror on the wall, and a window. In the background through the window
is a church. And standing in front of the mirror, a notepad in his
hand,
adjusting a familiar grey fedora hat?]
SO: It's good to be back.
[One Mighty Bastard. Simon bends the front of the hat again,
grimacing.]
SO: Dammit- McKenzie ruined the felt. Now I need to break it in again-
not to mention wash it. And disinfect it. And sterilize it. I'd burn
it, but...
[There's that familiar smirk.]
SO: ... it took me too damn long to get it back to lose it now. You
see,
Donna, you got to me. I didn't think anyone could get to me that much
again- but you did. You pushed me over the edge.
[Simon shakes his head.]
SO: Too bad you gave me a chance to regroup. Took some time, took some
effort. I needed to get back to my roots- to what made Paul and I the
best damn tag team in the world. To what made me the Mighty Bastard.
And I didn't do it by myself. I had... [another smirk]... some help.
But that's for later.
[Simon chuckles and looks at his notepad.]
SO: In the meantime... come back to the UWF. Check. Get hat and [puts
on Ray-Bans] sunglasses back. Check. Growing goatee back. [strokes
chin] In progress. Team up with Paul again to make the best damn tag
team in the world. Check. Make Brian regret that he ever lived. Check.
Make Donna regret that she ever lived. In progress.
Things are going well. Though, I have to admit, I keep thinking I'm
forgetting something...
[In the background, the Church bell rings at the top of the hour.]
SO: Yeah, yeah... [Simon starts making the cross, then stops.] Oh,
[MEEP]...
[To be continued...
Fade into the opening sequence for Cupid's Revenge 2006, as Asia's
"Heat
Of The Moment" kicks in, accompanied by clips of the participants of
this
year's Blind Date Tournament...]
# I never meant to be so bad to you #
# One thing I said that I would never do #
# One look from you and I would fall from grace #
# And that would wipe this smile right from my face #
[Alex Kidd and Alicia Powers walk down the aisle together... Corey
Irons
hoists Trey DaMann up with a suplex... Amazing Grace hangs on the ring
ropes, staring out at the crowd...]
# Do you remember when we used to dance #
# And incidence arose from circumstance #
# One thing lead to another we were young #
# And we would scream together songs unsung #
[Samantha Daniels and Kari Stevens stand at ringside... Sabbath cracks
Victor Frost across the ribcage with a kendo stick...]
# It was the heat of the moment #
# Telling me what your heart meant #
# Heat of the moment shone in your eyes #
[Luke Kinsey swings a steel chair into the skull of Jamie Underwood,
putting him down hard... Lisa Drake drives Brianna Landis into the mat
with a piledriver... Brian McKenzie dives over the ropes to throw
punches
at a masked L. Dan Dee...]
# And now you find yourself in 82 #
# The disco hotspots hold no charm for you #
# You can't concern yourself with bigger things #
# You catch the pearl and ride the dragon's wings #
[Jason Keening sends Ethan De Sade crashing to the floor from high
above... Ravnos Romani tosses a packet of gypsy curse powder into the
face of a Rage brother... A defiant Lolita Love hotshots Myra Benedict
into the top rope...]
# It was the heat of the moment #
# Telling me what your heart meant #
# Heat of the moment shone in your eyes #
[Daniel Kidd blasts Alex Martinez in the knee with a lead pipe in a
sneak
attack... Tigress hits a swinging DDT into the Marjara Mallaka with
ease...]
# And when your looks are gone and you're alone #
# How many nights you sit beside the phone #
# What were the things you wanted for yourself #
# Teenage ambition you remember well #
[Trey DaMann grins for the camera and taps the side of his head...
Amazing Grace springs off the ropes into a missile dropkick... Sonya
Benedict brawls in the aisle with Angel...]
# It was the heat of the moment #
# Telling me what your heart meant #
# Heat of the moment shone in your eyes #
[Leslie "Wildfire" Hernandez perches on the top rope, before diving out
to the arena floor... Brett Greene smirks at the camera, before
delivering a low shot to Derek Martin... "Tornado" Tara Smith executes
the Rattler down on top of Marissa Monet...]
# It was the heat of the moment #
# Telling me what your heart meant #
# Heat of the moment shone in your eyes #
[Donna Tetreault stands in the ring victorious after last year's
tournament... Cut to the graphics...]
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| From Pepsi Arena. Albany, NY - 02.14.06 |
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[Dissolve through the graphics to a shot inside of the Pepsi Arena as a
bevy of fireworks go off over everyone's heads. A series of quick zoom
shots from all over the building leads into a shot from over the
ringside
area looking down on the ring. A special white canvas with a pink heart
in the center and the Cupid's Revenge logo over top of it, plus black
ringposts and white ropes.
Cut to ringside now, where the special broadcast team for tonight are
seated.]
AM: Hello fans, welcome to Albany, New York for tonight's special
Cupid's
Revenge event! The Blind Date Tournament will feature some of the most
unlikely couples you've ever seen, and by the end of the night one man
and one woman will earn themselves a title shot of their choosing!
Hello everybody, I'm Amy Marshall and joining me for this special
program
tonight is Meltdown's Amanda Wells.
AW: I can't _believe_ I'm stuck here on Valentine's Day doing this
show.
AM: Well, I'm a bit curious myself. Why ARE you here? The last thing I
heard, I was supposed to be doing the show with Steeley.
AW: You were, but he offered me ten grand to take his place. And an
extra five to plant one on you.
AM: Where'd he- wait, what?
[A flustered Amy can't react in time, and Amanda leans over and does in
fact 'plant one on her', much to the delight of the males in the crowd.
Amy pulls away, sputtering and gagging.]
AM: ... gah! What the hell is wrong with you?!?
AW: Just better be glad I had enough dignity not to take the fifty
grand
he was offering. You don't want to know what that would have entailed.
AM: Where did he even get that much cash? You know what, I don't care.
Just, you, stay over there. And keep your hands off.
AW: Well I see why you're free every Valentines.
AM: Fans, tonight's tournament is about to begin but before we head
down
to the ring let's hear from some of the competitors.
[Open to a hallway backstage. Brett Greene paces back and forth,
muttering to himself, lost in thought. No one is there to interrupt him
as he ponders whatever it is that's bothering him...
...no one, that is, until he almost walks right into Alicia Powers. He
looks up at the last second to see her standing there in her navy blue
and black ring attire, and has to make a great effort to stop himself
in
time.]
BG: Alicia! Sorry, didn't see you there.
AP: It's okay Brett.
[Slight awkward pause as the two glance around the room, and then back
to
one another.]
AP: So are you ready for tonight?
BG: Well...
[Brett exhales slowly, a look of concern on his face.]
BG: I've been in this business a long time, and I know how strange
random
drawings can be. But I gotta admit, we've got ourselves a little bit of
a
pickle here. You and me, taggin' together, against your regular tag
partner... and your husband.
AP: Somehow I question the integrity of these random drawings. I think
Jessica's up to usual tricks. I'll admit, the way this whole thing is
set
up, well, this wouldn't have been my first choice. But we just have to
roll with it, you know?
BG: No kiddin'. So I'm glad I ran into you, 'cause I was thinkin' about
how to discuss this with you. Ya see, Martinez already promised me a
shot
at his title. I don't strictly need to win this tournament, if ya know
what I mean. And since you're a friend... I don't wanna push you to do
anything you don't feel you can. So I want you to know... if you feel
uncomfortable going up against Alex an' Tara... we can play this any
way
you want.
[Powers smiles, appreciating the gesture, but she shakes her head in a
playfully dismissive way at Brett.]
AP: Why Brett Greene, if I didn't know you better, I'd say you were
suggesting throwing a match to Alex and Tara. You know he'd kick your
ass
if he heard you talking like that, and Tara would kick mine for good
measure if I agreed.
BG: Aw geez, Alicia. I ain't planning to throw no match. I just need to
know you're comfortable with what we have to do. With going all out to
win, and with competing against people you love. You say you can do
that.
So that's how you wanna play it?
AP: I want to play to win. I always do. It's my time to shine now.
[Brett seems as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders upon
hearing that. He smiles widely, and his posture improves instantly.]
BG: I was hopin' you'd say that. Come on, let's go talk strategy.
[With that, Brett makes a motion with his hands that Alicia should walk
down the hallway, and he'll follow. Powers nods slightly, and then
heads
down the hall. Greene follows behind, and we cut away.
Fade to the backstage area. The Pride's Lioness, Kari Stevens is
walking
towards her young trainee Samantha Daniels. Samantha, seeing Kari sighs
and turns away. Kari shakes her head and approaches Samantha.]
Kari: Samantha, don't turn your back on me like that.
[Samantha turns toward Kari, shooting her a nasty glare.]
Samantha: Look, you can spare me the lecture.
[The young rookie let's out a sad sigh.]
Samantha: Besides, I've already heard plenty from my father.
Kari: Lecture? Whatever for?
Samantha: Look, I had to deal with my Dad accusing me of costing him
the
match at Gold Rush. I really don't need you laying into me too!
[Kari looks shocked.]
Kari: Whatever do you mean? You didn't cost your father his match at
Gold
Rush.
[To say Samantha is shocked to hear this is an understatement. Her jaw
drops in astonishment.]
Samantha: But I thought-
Kari: [interrupting] It's not your fault. I understand what happened. I
was there. You were scared and I cannot blame you. That horrible brute
of
a man Alex Martinez attacked you and swiped your chair. He should have
been disqualified, fined and suspended for attacking a fan.
SD: But I'm a wrestler on UWF's roster.
Kari: When you were seated at ringside at Gold Rush, you were a fan.
Specifically, you were there to watch your father in the ring up close
as
he defended his title. This whole thing smacks of a conspiracy. Byers
had
no business bringing in Juan Vasquez as the special referee and it
showed
with the terrible job Vasquez did. He decided at one point to order me
to
the back, but he never saw fit to disqualify Martinez for hitting your
father with a chair. Blame Byers, Vazquez and Martinez for what
happened,
but don't blame yourself.
SD: [still a bit in shock] Look, if you'll excuse me, I do have a match
to prepare for.
Kari: Yes I know. I see they've assigned you Alex Extreme as your
partner. He isn't who I've chosen.
SD: Look, about that-
Kari: [interrupting] No need to explain that to me. They assigned you a
partner and you're stuck with him. That's the way this business is
sometimes and you just have to make the best of it. I have a match of
my
own as well. Good luck tonight.
Samantha: [still surprised at the way Kari is treating her] Good luck
to
you too...
[Kari disapears from sight.]
Samantha: ...I think.
[Samantha still can't get the confused look off her face. We cut to...
The scene dissolves from black to an interior shot of a generic
athletic
training facility. Various athletes can be seen working out on gym
equipment around the edges of the room but the middle is dominated by a
ring in which two people can be seen conversing. The first is "British
Bad Girl" Lisa Drake and the fact that she's wearing her wrestling
attire
draws many admiring glances from most of the male inhabitants of the
room. But the determined expression on her face keeps the wolf whistles
at bay while her companion's bulk also acts as a deterrent. For Lisa is
speaking with Jason Keening and the muscular Paiute wrestler is also
wearing his ring gear. As the camera approaches, the microphone picks
up
their conversation.]
LD: So what did you have in mind?
JK: Well, a drill that my brother and I used to run through... usually
when we were about to take on certain other members of the Drake
family...
[Keening shoots a wry grin at Lisa and she responds with a chuckle.]
JK: ...was practicing our tags on the move. Here's how it works...
[As Lisa watches, Keening steps out onto the ring apron and reaches out
with his right hand which he places on the top turnbuckle. His left
hand is opened palm upward and extended over the top rope towards the
"British Bad Girl".]
JK: ...all you do is run off the ropes, do some tumbling, change
direction, spin around... basically move around the ring as if you're
wrestling. And every time I yell "Now!", you have three seconds to make
a tag no matter where you happen to be in the middle of the ring.
That's all there is to it.
[Lisa raises an eyebrow.]
LD: And what happens if I don't make the tag in three seconds?
JK: Every miss counts as a beer you owe me after the workout.
[Drake chuckles again.]
LD: You hung out with the bloody Frats too long! They've been a bad
influence on you. But... all right. Let's do it.
JK: GO!
[Caught off guard, Lisa reacts very quickly as she races against the
ropes and performs a front somersault as if dodging an opponent's
clothesline. Over the next few minutes, she charges around the ring,
spinning and changing direction and demonstrating remarkable agility.
At random intervals, Keening yells "Now!" and Drake immediately moves
over to tag his outstretched hand. In one impressive maneuver, the
"British Bad Girl" is on the opposite side of the ring when the signal
is given but she manages to push off the ropes hard and do a leaping
forward roll, which allows her to dive and slap Keening's palm just in
the nick of time. After several minutes of this, Keening calls a halt
to the drill and Lisa stops in the middle of the ring, panting from
exertion and covered in a light sheen of sweat.]
LD: Whew! I... thought... you... said... this... was easy?
[Keening smiles as he steps into the ring while Lisa pants, bent over
with her hands on her thighs while she catches her breath.]
JK: Well, here's the good news... you made every tag in time. Something
neither my brother or I could do. I'm very impressed.
[Lisa smiles but as she rises upright once more, her expression grows
more serious as she looks over at her brawny partner.]
LD: Jason... I've been meaning to ask you something... about Alex
Extreme.
[Keening's good humor vanishes as his nostrils flare when he inhales
deeply. Stone-faced, he waits for his new tag team partner to
continue.]
LD: Listen... I'll admit I'm not privvy to all the details behind what
happened but... just how bloody long are you going to hold onto this
grudge with him?
[Keening looks down at the canvas for a moment and sighs heavily before
looking up to respond.]
JK: I'm not sure what this has to do with the tournament but... we're
working together so that makes it a fair question. And the answer is...
when I've beaten his stinking carcass into a bloody pulp and tossed him
into the trash heap where he belongs!
[The last is said with hissing vehemence and Lisa Drake is visibly
taken aback by the hatred palpable in Keening's voice.]
JK: This... thing... between Extreme and I has been going on for seven
years now. We trusted each other once. Watched each others' backs for
a short time. And then it all fell apart when he showed his true
colors and I found out exactly what kind of human being he was. In a
way, kinda similar to what happened between you and your brothers.
[Lisa bites her lip before speaking.]
LD: You'll get no argument over me that my brothers made a bad
decision... and they will have to deal with the consequences of it when
that time comes. But as for me, I can't keep dwelling on what happened
or it'll do more bloody harm than good.
And that is something you should definitely keep in mind yourself... if
all you do is dwell upon what's gone down between you and Alex so many
years ago, it will do you more harm than good.
[Keening smiles but the expression is filled with malice and lethal
hunger.]
JK: If I have to get burned to get rid of that acidic pestilence known
as
Alex Extreme, then I'm willing to tolerate just about anything to do
just
that! But...
[He sighs again and visibly collects himself.]
JK: ...I do hear what you're saying, Lisa. And I appreciate the
concern.
But this is something that Extreme and I have to finish, no matter what
it takes. I won't let it interfere with our work together... but it's
not something that you're going to be able to help me with, OK? So if
it's all right with you, let's focus on our matches and see if we can
win
this tournament.
LD: Very well... although if we do win, I'll be seeing if I can trade
in
my title shot for another crack at that bloody DeWolfe.
JK: Say what?
LD: [shaking her head] Never mind... let's get back to training.
[Fade out.
Its a cold February day in Montreal. The scene of the city at sunset
fades to what looks like a sliglty broken down area. Most notably a
building that looks like an old abanndoned building that looks like an
old gym like you'd seen in Rocky or something. Standing across the
street
from it, is a man the UWF fans know quite well..."Mr. Excitement" Alex
Extreme. Extreme, wearing a greyish black cloth duster, shivers
slightly
in the cold looking at abanndoned building.]
AE: Ten years ago, a young kid looking to make a name for himself
walking
into that gym over there with all the hope in the world.
[Alex pauses and looking self amused.]
AE: Today, I'm going walk into the building with the keys. Ten years
later that young kid who came here is long gone and so is the hope he
brought with him. Against everybody, everything, and all the odds, a
decade of determination, hard work, broken bones, hospital stays, and
accomplishment has been cemented. Whether you like me or not, I've
stood
the test of time. Its not because any special talent or charisma. I
just
simply wanted it more and was willing to make sacrifices that others
weren't willing to accept.
[He pauses once more as it becomes darker outside.]
AE: There's no question that for every good day, there's been far many
more darker ones. Days which sometimes I wish I didn't remember or that
there weren't any videotapes or DVDs of. Hell there are some days that
if
not for those tapes and discs, I would have never even known existed at
all. On more than one occassion I've made it clear I've not always been
proud or happy how those moments went. There's no question I'm a
selfish
son of a bitch--never denied that. If there were big bucks, pretty
ladies, and a few bottles of Jack Daniels, well, that's all I ever
really
needed. Except...
[Extreme pauses for a moment...]
AE: Except for those times. The times when it got to be too much.
That's
when the drugs would take over and the really ugly stuff would rear its
head. The stuff I always tried to supress and keep people from seeing
and
knowing. Problem is, if you do that, it only makes everything worse.
Hell
it usually drives you to drugs and the bottom of a half dozen Jack
Daniels bottles. Its at moments like this, when I look across the
street
with fond memories and remember my wide eyed innocence that I wonder
what
my life would be like if I'd failed and been drummed out of this
business. Would be the man I am now or someone else entirely? Am I
really
having fun or just going through the motions?
[Alex looks both ways then crosses the street to the abandoned
building.]
AE: I look at what happened to Keening at Gold Rush and I can't help
but
feel that I drove him to that. But it wasn't just me. There's no
question
Jessica Marshall is equally to blame as she tries to push around the
board like chess pieces. I can't be certain Cupid's Revenge isn't just
another one of those games. Especially when I find myself paired with a
member of the Daniels family facing the likes of Keening and Kinsey. In
the last ten years of my career, I'd spent hours on end to trying to
look
for the "conspiracy". Hell, I'd looked for the 5 zillion reasons I
didn't
get teamed with Lisa Drake who I actually get along with.
[He walks up to the door and begins fumbling for the keys.]
AE: No, I've done enough of that. No more going through the motions and
beating myself up over who I am. Starting today, ten years from when
all
this started, I'm opening a new door and just going to walk forward and
see what comes next.
[With that Extreme turns the key, opens the door, and walks in.]
LK: Today's slice of heaven is brought to you by the letters "b" "i"
"t"
"c" "h" "p" "l" "e" "a" "s" "e".
It seems like Becky Byers and the Pussycats just love to change things
up
on me whenever they want, and it seems like everytime they think they
screwed me over, I'm five steps ahead of them. You're gonna throw Colby
Greene at me, with no notice and watch me get my ass kicked?
Bitch please.
Look at Colby's resume`, and then remember that I _made_ Colby Greene.
The Baby Bull? I coined that phrase. His nickname, his image and his
aura
all came from _me_, when _I_ payed him to watch my back in the real
RCW.
And now if you expect me to talk him up as anything more than a
mindless,
bloated moron just because his bastard Uncle held the UWF WOrld title
for
two weeks, then you just haven't been paying attention. Without me,
Colby
Greene will be lost, mark my words.
Go ahead, spread your wings and fly, butterfly. And then crash right
into
the brick wall when I'm not telling you where to go. Hey, hey, don't
feel
bad, you're not the first guy to be totally lost without me. Why do you
think Shane Destiny sucks a c[BLEEP!] now? I'm not telling him what to
do, that's why!
Duh!
[Kinsey throws his hands out in mock exasperation.]
LK: Now then, Jamie Underwood. You'll notice that he's no longer on the
roster page when you boot up the UWF website. Joey~!, please
demonstrate.
[The camera pans over to Joey~! on his laptop, who then turns so the
camera can see the screen.]
LK: As you'll notice, Jamie Underwood's profile is gone... as is the
picture that didn't even look like him, what the hell was up with that?
[Even The Omnipotent J~! Man can't answer that one.]
LK: The reason Underwood is gone, as is the foul stench from Edmond
Winston's leftovers, is because he learned a harsh, harsh lesson...
don't
f[BLEEP!] with management. Y'see, Fatality told him to take a break and
NOT show up at Gold Rush... but the little sphincter just couldn't get
his jealousy and idolization of me under control. So he _had_ to show
up,
_had_ to hit me with a chair and just _had_ to watch me shake off the
effects of that limp wristed wannabe chair shot, and win that goddamn
match anyway.
And then I watched him get arrested and fired in the space of two
minutes. Winner?
[Both men cross their arms and scratch their chin, assuming the
"Thinker's" position.]
LK: Why, that'd be me.
But hey, onward and upward. Like that guy in Hustle and Flow said, it's
hard out here for a pimp. I dispatch with Alex Kidd, and then watch
Alex
number thirteen beat Scott Daniels for the title. And you know what
that
means, don't you?
It means that I am _rightfully_ the number one contender. Rewind your
video cassettes and watch Rise to Power. Who is it pinning Alex
Martinez?
Once again... that'd be me. Before Gold Rush I declared myself the
number
one contender and had Fatality look into it, and now there's no doubt
about it. Martinez has to go through me next, if only because I'm the
last guy to beat him. Now, I could pitch a fit and threaten to use my
extensive political clout and incentive laden contract to get that
number
one contender's spot... but first I'll try to win it legitimately.
[Thumbs up!]
LK: This Cupid's Revenge thing is stupid, there's no two ways about it.
I
asked for Donna Tetreault as a partner, I requested Donna Tetreault as
a
partner, I even emailed her and sent her a Stripping Gorilla-o-Gram.
Nothing.
Instead my partner is Tigress, who definitely has tigers for pets and
plays with knives. She also may or may not eat babies, that's under
review. What's not in question is that if there's any one woman in that
woman's division who can handle her business and probably some of mine,
it's Tigress, her aesthetics, sexual preference or weird lazy eye be
damned.
[Joey~! elbows Kinsey, who holds up a hand.]
LK: And so can Donna Tetreault, but she's not my partner so there's no
use talking about her. The point is, Tigress, we don't have to get
along,
and we probably won't... but if you take care of your side of the
bargain, you know for damn sure I'll have my end on lockdown, and we'll
breeze through this stupid goddamn promotional tool.
And who, prey tell, is in the ring with me in the first round?
Why, it's Alex Extreme and Jason Keening. Two guys who have the hatred
toward one another that you only find in Danielle Steel novels. You two
guys wanna beat each other over the head with heavy mining equipment as
soon as you smell one another?
[Kinsey gets out of his chair and steps to the right.]
LK: Have at it, we're just here to help. You two guys taking each other
out just makes my job easier. Leaving your partners high and dry for me
to unleash Catwoman on, just makes life easier for me. And if you two
do
feel like setting aside your differences, then I refer you to the fact
that I beat both of you in your own kind of matches.
Jason Keening, the first time we ever wrestled, ring a bell? A straight
up wrasslin' exhibition as I recall, and I pinned you fair and square.
And Mr. Epstein, you and I both know what went down in Texas, in the
Ultimate Death Match. You set me on fire, you put me through tables,
you
made me bleed like I never bled before and yet someway...
[Luke hooks a thumb at himself, a sly grin forming.]
LK: ...The Kid found a way to win the match. Second verse, same as the
first, if you two schmucks ever dreamt of beating me you'd have to
apologize when you woke up. You two ain't nothing but the first step to
Alex Martinez.
And when I get to him, I'll remind him of what he knows already, what
you
two already know and what the UWF is just starting to figure out: if at
first you don't succeed, come back and I'll beat you again.
Flatten your heads, boys, because I'm springboarding right off of them.
[A wink and we fade out... until Joey~! pops his head in.]
J~!: Donna, call us!
[And now we're out!]
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* * Cupid's Revenge 2006
>>>-------- *----> Blind Date Tournament Round One
* *
* * Luke Kinsey & Tigress vs.
* * Jason Keening & Lisa Drake vs.
* * Alex Extreme & Samantha Daniels
* * ..........................................................
*
[The team of Jason Keening and Lisa Drake came down to ringside
together,
unlike the teams they were facing. Kinsey and Tigress showed visible
signs of stress from the get go, but Extreme and Samantha Daniels
proved
to work well together. Extreme and Keening went right after one another
and started off the match with a brawl on the outside, but managed to
return to the ring in time to beat the count. Kinsey joined them for a
three way brawl before nearly getting dumped to the outside, and while
on
the apron tried to low-bridge Keening to the floor as well. A double
suplex by Extreme brought both men back into the ring, but the first
woman to tag into the match was Lisa Drake with a blind tag on Keening,
and though he thought about it Kinsey ended up tagging in Tigress to
fight the British Bad Girl.
The women's action was more technical, repeated chops back and forth
broken up by a flying splash by Samantha Daniels that caught both
Tigress
and Drake by surprise. Tigress and Drake for a brief period of time
teamed up against the rookie Daniels and abused her before turning
their
fury back on one another, Lisa at one point hitting a cross bodyblock
off
the shoulders of Keening in the corner. Daniels' entry into the match
was shortlived however, as Tigress countered a suplex into a double
armbar subbmission hold and rolled Daniels up on the mat for the first
elimination of the match. Seconds later, Keening sent his partner for
the night straight into Tigress with a devastating lariat that turned
her
inside out, and soon afterwards hit a catapult over the top rope...
straight into Joey~! who attempted to catch Tigress and return her to
the
ring, only to be wiped out completely by the fall instead. Kinsey
slammed his hand on the turnbuckle and began to yell at Tigress, who
after gesturing towards him walked away.
This left Lisa Drake as the lone female remaining in the match, and
gamely she tried to take it to Extreme with focus on his leg, but Luke
once again stuck his nose in and tagged himself in and Alex out, began
to
throw Lisa around by the hair and kept her within inches of tagging out
to Jason Keening. His anger reaching the boiling point, Jason attempted
to get into the ring regardless as Kinsey hoisted Drake up for a
fisherman buster... and with the referee distracted by this, Extreme
took
it upon himself to deal with the bigger threat in the match and saved
Drake, grabbed Kinsey and hit a hotshot along the top rope that left
Luke
prone, and a double dropkick from Keening and Drake propelled the
leader
of the Illuminati over the top to the outside to a MEGA POP!
Unfortunately Lisa was unable to enjoy the moment for long as Alex
rushed
into the ring and cradled her for the small package, putting it down to
a
one on one situation against his nemesis Keening.]
AM: My god! Keening and Extreme are the last two left in the match! One
of them will be able to send his team to the finals!
[Keening and Extreme, exchanging chop after chop with the crowd noise
gaining in volume, did not notice as Kinsey grabbed a steel chair from
ringside and returned to the ring, bashing each man upside the head
with
it before a DDT on each left them both significantly less conscious
than
before. Only now satisfied at what he'd done, Kinsey left the ring as
both men attempted to get up, without much success. Finally, with one
last burst of effort Alex was able to fling an arm across Keening's
chest, and scored a three count that drew a considerable amount of
shock
from the audience.]
DH: Here are your winners, and advancing to the finals of the Blind
Date
Tournament...
THE TEAM OF ALEX EXTREME AND SAMANTHA DANIELS!
AM: So there's the first team to make it to the finals of tonight's
tournament, Alex and Samantha move on! That could just have easily been
Jason Keening and Lisa Drake though, but Alex was able to outlast
everyone in the match even after Kinsey used that chair and just
destroyed both he and Jason Keening.
AW: All that proves is Extreme has less in his head that can be damaged
with a steel chair.
AM: Well no matter how it happens, Daniels and Extreme are heading to
the
finals. The next match is coming up, so let's hear from some more
competitors. We start with the Fraternity Boys and Donna Tetreault, who
still seem to be recovering from the return of the Machines back at
Gold
Rush.
[The camera opens on a shivering, shaking, pale Brian McKenzie. He lies
on a black leather couch, his head in someone's lap, a blanket pulled
up
to his chin, and a look of shock and awe on his face.]
BM: Cold...so cold...
VO: Can one of you two quit pacing for a moment and get Brian the hot
water bottle?
[And the camera pans up to see who exactly said that...and just whose
lap
Brian's head is resting in...
...Keith Marshall.
Now, the pacers in question would be Donna Tetreault and Chris O'Brien,
each moving in opposite rhythm. Donna's teeth are gritted in anger as
she clenches her hair. Meanwhile, the Drunken Icon looks like a GM
getting ready to "discuss" things with Frank Thomas as he picks up a
baseball bat and gives it a good hard swing.]
KM: Guys?
COB: Need to have a lead core. Make a note of it, Keith.
KM: Um...
COB: And chairs. I need a gross of steel chairs.
KM: Well...
COB: Bricks. Lots of bricks.
KM: Where am I--?
COB: Gambino's Construction, Staten Island, New York City. Donna, you
want in on any of this?
DT: A large car. Or a bulldozer. Hell, make it both, just in case.
BM: ...mommy, why are the rooms spinning up and down like a yo-yo?
COB: I think I know just the place...
DT: We're gonna need a woodchipper too.
KM: Woodchipper?!
COB: Industrial sized.
DT: Two of them.
COB: Yeah, in case one clogs up.
KM: Aren't you two being a little...excessive here?
BM: ...fweeh...pokey things in the butt...
[Donna and Chris pause, then look over at Brian, then back at Keith.]
DT & COB: No.
KM: I mean, it's great to see you two on the same page for once, but
still...
BM: ...they made me...watch...watch..."Jake In Progress..."
COB: They're dead.
DT: Really dead.
COB: Donna, do you know anyone in the automobile business? We need to
get the Fratmobile upgunned.
DT: I got a cousin in Lansing...I can check on that. What are you
looking at ammo-wise?
COB: Bean bags.
DT: Bean bags?!?
COB: Filled with lighter fluid.
DT: OK, I think that's doable.
KM: Wait a minute! This is getting WAY too much!
DT: Keith, you were there. How can you even THINK that this is too
much?!
COB: Yeah, man! I mean, look at Brian, lying there, so poor and
pathetic!
BM: I have a dream, Chris...a dream where we win the IIWF World Tag
Team
titles...
COB: See? They broke his brain!
DT: And how the hell did those two idiots get you, Keith? I'm surprised
you're not twitching alongside him!
BM: Dream Theather and Yanni are going on tour together....can we
watch?
DT: Brian, the adults are talking now. Get some sleep, sweetie.
BM: I sleep now. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....
KM: Awwww, jeeze, he's drooling!
COB: Donna brings up a good question for once. How did Paul and Simon
get the jump on you?!
KM: Well, Paul asked me to come along with him for a moment, and I did.
Next thing you know, I'm tied up to a bed.
[Pause]
COB: That's all.
KM: Um...yeah.
COB: I see. And why, pray tell, did you go along with Paul?
KM: Why wouldn't I? He's Paul Wong. He hasn't hurt anyone before, save
Miss Miki, and he apologized for that. I didn't think he'd tied me to a
bed, and...
[Marshall looks down at a lightly snoring Brian McKenzie.]
KM: ...yeah.
BM: Zzzzzzz...pie...
KM: So Simon's back. So what? He got what he wanted, now it's time to
move on! I don't understand--
DT: That's right, Keith. You DON'T understand. Those [BLEEP]ers cost me
my rightful win and targetted Brian to boot. I can't let that slide!
COB: For once, I agree with Donna.
[Donna angrily spins around to face the Drunken Icon, raises her finger
at him, opens her mouth and...
...stops?]
DT: ...
[Confusion seems to cross the former UWF Women's Champion's face, but
to
her credit, Donna lowers the finger and shuts her mouth. Instead, she
cocks her head and looks at COB with cautious curiousity.]
COB: The Machines screwed Donna over by costing her her match against
Stephanie Harper. The Machines screwed Brian over by breaking his mind.
BM: ...I like potatoes...
COB: And the Machines screwed me over when Simon O'Neal showed back up.
Keith, the Machines are the worst of the worst, especially that asshat
O'Neal. You're never safe when he's around. He'll stab you in
the back while [MEEP]ing your girlfriend. Hell, he'll stab you in the
back WHILE he's [MEEP]ing your girlfriend. And by what they did...it
shows one important thing.
The Machines...Wong and O'Neal just...don't...learn...you don't [MEEP]
with the Fraternity Boys and expect to get away with it.
DT: Damn right!
[Donna nods vigorously while COB is looking at Keith. The expression on
her face can be described as thus:
"I'm off the hook? YES!!"]
DT: You really think this is gonna be the end for them?! Hell, Cupid's
Revenge is right around the corner! That's prime O'Neal plotting
ground--
KM: [more to himself at this point] --as you've taken advantage of
before
already--
DT: --and look at how they left Brian for it! I can already hear what
those three goons are planning to try to finish the job!
KM: Three?
DT: Please. You don't think Stephanie was in on what happened at Gold
Rush? Who else gave her that Blind Stipulation idea other than the
bastard who made a living hiding behind them?!
COB: Yeah, Keith, you think Stephanie Harper can come up with an idea
that devious on her own?
KM: [more to himself...again] --Donna has--
COB: And, as you saw, O'Neal has no trouble bringing YOU involved into
all this! I mean, he tied you to a damn BED, Keith! That doesn't make
you upset? Angry in ANY way?
KM: Anger's not productive, Chris.
COB: Like hell it's not!
DT: We should call Rebecca Wolf...I bet she'd be interested in know
that
slime is back among the living. Maybe she can put some financial
pressure on him...
COB: Donna, you don't bring ONE of Simon's ex-wives in on this!
DT: Now wait a min--!
COB: You bring in all six.
DT: Even the TMK?
COB: Keith, get me the phone numbers. They're in my PDA under "Shrews."
KM: *sigh*
[Keith slowly rises from the couch and sets Brian's head carefully back
down to do as O'Brien asks. A sleeping McKenzie whimpers a little.]
BM: ...Daleks....nooooooo!
DT: You have a PDA?
COB: Yeah. Let's me play "Columns" when I'm bored.
DT: Fair enough. So... [a small grin starts to form on her face.]
...thoughts on what _we_ should do next? We've got a lot to plan for
and
we still need to get Brian back among the walking coherant.
COB: Oh, that. Yo, Brian. Beer's here.
[Like Pavlov's dog, Brian suddenly perks up.]
BM: Beer? Gooshy gooshy beer?!
DT: [soothingly] Of course, Brian! The best thing to have while
discussing...revenge...
[Backstage, there are two people in front of a door. On the door is a
name. The name familiar to everyone watching. Recently coming off a win
over Victor Frost at Gold Rush, it is the door to Sabbath's locker
room.
Neither of the people are Sabbath. The man, far too short, stands about
6' 1" and is wearing a greasy wife beater, blue jeans and his long
black
hair is pulled back. Atop his head sits a white cowboy hat that's seen
better days. Much like his scarred face. A cross shaped scar swallowing
his right eye socket. Caine Tainer, "The Angel of Death," the sick mind
behind one half of the Kindred. In his hand is a picture.
Speaking of Moira Faith, she stands with Caine in front of the locker
room of her randomly chosen tag team partner for the Cupid's Revenge
tournament. She's dressed in her ring gear, ready for action. A skin
tight red jump suit is the main bulk of the outfit, skimpy though it
seems. It has full length sleeves, but is cut out over the front of her
chest, exposing a lot of cleavage. The shoulders are open as well, even
the crotch is missing. She wears a white not-quite-thong over the
jumpsuit, which isn't barely visible still beneath a super-mini black
vinyl skirt. Glossy black boots come up just past her calves and she
wears matte black kick pads with red trim.
They're waiting. But not for much longer. Behind them someone looms.
Moira seems to sense it for just a moment before the Walking
Contradiction steps up behind them. Caine might, but if he does he's
playing the fool. He looks down at the picture.]
Caine: Damn she's a little cutie, isn't she Moira?
[Sabbath, silently standing behind Caine, raises an eyebrow at this,
but
remains still. Caine continues on.]
Caine: Myra's great with that camera. Better and better. It's just too
bad he wasn't home... Still, this one is a keeper.
[The smirk on Sabbath's face dims somewhat, as, apparently feeling that
Caine has made a bit of an ass of himself, he lifts the cowboy hat from
the madman's head, finally getting his attention.]
Sabbath: Doing a little investigating, Tainer?
[Caine turns fiercely, snatching to grab his hat back with one hand,
his
other holding the photo nearer his hip where a knife sits in it's
sheath.
The hat is raised beyond his reach before his hand snags it. He sneers
and steps back, a mean smirk crawling up across his face.]
Caine: Oh, yeah, I needed to know what and who my little Darlin' was
getting involved with. However, you weren't exactly home, so... Instead
Myra brought me some other pictures she'd know I'd like. I do so have a
taste for Asian women.
[The sleazy look in his eye oozes out through his voice as well. Moira
for her part looks suitably annoyed.]
Sabbath: Can't say you don't have good taste, friend.... although....
[Eyeing the shabby hat, he pops it back on Caine's head.]
Sabbath: ... not in everything. So....
[He turns away from Caine, to his tag team partner.]
Sabbath: ... Moira, to what do I owe the honor?
[It's Caine's turn to be annoyed. He does not like being marganalized.
Moira on the other hand is genuinely ammused to see someone who's doing
exactly what Caine hates the most. Ignoring him.]
Moira: Oh, the typical random tag team partner thing, I came to make
sure
we were on the-
[Caine glares at her and she stops talking. She suddenly looks down at
her hands, the smile wiped off her face. Replaced by the look of fear.
The fresh scar across her face excentuating it, in spite of the fact
that
it was very publically caused by Lolita Love, it's not as if Caine
hasn't
given her many others.]
Caine: WE came to make sure you aren't going to deny us a chance to
make
some more impact here in the UWF. You're not the nicest of gentleman...
[Caine snickers, all most hissing.]
Caine: But then you are still one of the supposed good guys. If we have
to do something to win, you aren't going to get in the way are you?
Would
be a shame if you did.
[Caine clucks his tongue, looking at the picture and smiling again.
Sabbath raises his eyebrow to Caine.]
Sabbath: Excuse me, I was speaking to Moira.... [turning back to his
partner] ... so sorry, do continue.
[A smirk. Sabby's enjoying this. Moira seemingly breaks 'character' and
smiles again herself. Caine is nearly fuming now.]
Moira: In spite of his inability to stop trying to play games with
people, Caine pretty much said it.
[She puts a hand on Caine's arm, but he just keeps his one eye focused
on
the side of Sabbath's head.]
Moira: This was all rather sudden so we don't know as much about you as
we'd like too. This is just an attempt to try and get on the same page.
We _want_ that title shot of choice. And we're willing to do a _lot_ of
things to do it. Things you might not agree with. I don't want to plan
help that in the end will only hurt our chances of winning.
[Moira turns to Caine and moves her hand to his face, moving it to look
at her into her blue eyes.]
Moira: Caine, why don't you leave us to talk. Sabbath here is obviously
willing to listen, I don't think-
[Caine's arm is caught half-way to delivering a jolting smack to
Moira's
face by Sabbath's hand.]
*SMACK*
[Caine counters with his free arm immediately. The force of the blow
sends Moira to her knees.]
Caine: _I_ do the thinking here, Darlin'. And _you_!
[Caine turns to Sabbath, trying to pull his arm free. He can't.]
Sabbath: Listen Tainer... 'far as I'm concerned, what you two do in
your
own time is your own business, although any man who treats a woman the
way you do is a worthless son of a bitch. But right now, this is my
business, because Moira and myself have a tournament to win. So until
this is over, keep your hands off my partner.
[Tainer pulls again, but the much larger Sabbath refuses to let go.]
Sabbath: Don't worry about me doing what it takes to win... I'm damn
sure
no angel and I've done my time on that side of the fence. I'll be the
first to admit to taking a shortcut when need be. So don't worry your
pretty little head off about it.
[Moira stands and with one of her colored contacts missing she has one
brown eye and one much more shockingly blue eye. She steps in between
the
two men her back to Sabbath and smile ever so faintly for just a
moment.
Her voice comes out trembley.]
Moira: There, we don't have to worry, why don't you go now Caine?
PLease?
[Caine yanks his arm free of Sabbath's grip and turns on heel walking
away, seething. Moira turns to her partner.]
Moira: Thank you, I know it's just because we're partners, but I
appreciate the concern all the same.
[Sabbath shrugs it off.]
Sabbath: No problem. You're a big girl, I have no doubt you can handle
yourself when need be. Still...
[The Contradiction scratches his chin, lost in thought.]
Sabbath: ... can't help but shake the fact that I may've made an enemy
just now. Doesn't really concern me none, but I don't want him getting
in the way of our progress through this shindig.
[Moira shrugs herself.]
Moira: I don't think he'd do anything before the Cupid's Revenge
tournament was over. He actually cares about getting Myra and myself
the
title shot. I'd be more worried about what he might do if we lose.
[Moira smiles, darkness twinkling in her eyes.]
Moira: He can do very terrible things to people.
[Sabby chuckles at this.]
Sabbath: He's more than welcome to try... I've spent the better part of
my career battling monsters and psychopaths. What's one more wanting to
slit my throat or set me on fire? Hell... my tag partner in IGA and I
do
that on at least a bi-monthly basis.
[He smirks, winking at Moira.]
Sabbath: Should be interesting though... there's some damn good talent
on
the other side of that ring. Corey and Sonya are nothing to sneeze at.
As long as Caine works with us or at least waits until after the match
to
tear my windpipe out, we'll be good.
[Moira smiles, she's not gotten much attention from men outside of
Caine.]
Moira: Yes, Corey and Sonya are quite strong competitors... However,
Myra
has told me a lot about Sonya... And as for Irons, well, Myra has been
personally seeing to it that his personal life has been hell.
[Moira chuckles.]
Moira: That's caused by another issue, we obviously didn't know who
would
be in Cupid's Revenge, but it still helps. It always helps to be
enemies
with men who are enemies of "Bad Eye" McBaine.
[A nod.]
Sabbath: S'long as I don't have to deal with ol' Bad Eye I'm gravy
baby... brother's about as far into left field as Serge Annis... kinda
feel bad for the way things are going with Corey, he's a good guy,
but...
he neither expects nor asks for pity, and I can respect that. Trey and
Grace, on the other hand, I'll be the first to admit I don't know a
damn
thing about. I know Corey and DeMann had an issue at Gold Rush, and I'm
sure they'd love to have another go at it, so it may be wise to hang
back
and let them dice one another up, then move in for the kill, dig?
[Moira looks a tad confused for a moment, her still growing grasp at
English failing her momentarily but she works out his meaning anyway.]
Moira: I'd be plenty willing to play the vulture. I believe in always
picking the best spot to ensure the most effect for the least amount of
exertion. I may not share your same sympathy or admiration for Irons,
but
I am quite happy to spare him an all out assault if it puts us into the
next round as the freshest pairing.
Sabbath: Don't get me wrong... I've got no intention on taking it easy
on
Corey... nor Sonya for that matter. She's a friend through the
Grimsson's, and has done a lot for me, but once we're in the ring,
friendship's got to take a backseat to business.
Moira: You say tomato, I say tuh-mah-to.
[Sabby pauses, for a moment.]
Sabbath: Y'know, Say's gonna be along soon with dinner... care to join
us
to talk strategy a bit further?
[Moira thinks about it for a moment. The immediate thought in her head,
"Won't that just get under Caine's skin?" This brings a smile to her
face.]
Moira: I'd be glad too.
[Sabby reaches for the door, then, noticing something on the floor,
kneels down and picks up the photo Caine was looking at earlier.]
Sabbath: Y'know, Sayaka's gonna die when she finds out she was caught
wearing that.... she's gotta see this.
Moira: You seem rather,... ambivalent about the fact that Caine sent
Myra
to your home. That he... We... know where you live.
[Sabby shrugs again, opening the door to his dressing room.]
Sabbath: Eh, you get used to stalkers in this business after awhile...
after you.
[Moira quirks an eyebrow. The Walking Contradiction is quite an
intriguing character. Moira walks into the locker room, the door
swinging
shut behind Sabbath. Fade to black.]
"To: Sonya Benedict
From: Corey Irons
Re: Cupid's Revenge
Meet at the docks. 0800 hours. Look for a red and white motorboat with
the name Ashley on it."
[Faint ink scribbled on a folded note, presumably left on her locker by
UWF crew members just days beforehand. Pan out.
"Twilight Angel" Sonya Benedict.
She gazes down at the note in her hand, the shot coming from over her
right shoulder. She's dressed in her black leather jacket zipped up all
the way, over a light green blouse beneath, denim jeans, and brown
boots
on her feet. Her long black hair with small pink streak blows wildly in
the cold wind. She takes another look at the motorboat in front of her,
then down the dock from where she came, and finally down at her
watch..]
"8:00:53AM"
SB: [sighs] Where is he?
[Her eyes finally lower once again to the aforementioned red and white
motorboat sitting in the water a mere foot away from her. Yep, she's at
the right one. Its motor is pulled up out of the water. the rotar
missing. But Sonya doesn't pay too much attention to it, or the tool
box
sitting on the floor of the boat not too far from it. Instead, her gaze
finds a photograph taped to the inside of the boat, though she can't
quite see it fully from this angle. She lowers down to a seated
position, draping her legs over the side into the boat, her eyes still
on
the photo.
An old, faded image of Corey Irons... his arm draped around a beautiful
Hispanic woman. The years have taken their toll on the photograph,
though it obviously still bears some semblance of sentimental value to
its owner.
A moment passes before the sound of footsteps against the boardwalk can
be heard, catching Sonya's attention. She glances off-screen,
recognition showing on her face before her gaze returns to the photo.]
SB: Who was she?
[Pan out again.
"Extreme War Machine" Corey Irons... dressed in a denim jacket, green
cargo pants, and black boots. His long, wavy brown hair is tied back
into a ponytail behind his head. As he makes his way towards his tag
team partner, he digs his hands into his pockets, and stares out into
the
endless waters beyond him.]
CI: Beautiful, wasn't she?
[Sonya nods.]
SB: Very.
[His eyes lower such that he is now facing the ground.]
CI: It's been almost five years she's been gone. Yet every time I stare
into that picture, a warm, comfortable feeling comes over me. I can't
help it. It's like I'm at peace whenever I look into that face of hers.
But every time I'm done reminiscing about the past... every time I'm
done
thinking about the memories... it's like I'm opening up old wounds...
Five years it's been, since that plane crash... but I still haven't
gotten over it.
[He crouches, such that he is at eye level with the name "Ashley"
written
on the side of the boat. He reaches out, and slowly strokes his hand
over the letters.]
CI: Some wounds just won't stay closed...
[Sonya turns her gaze to face Corey, her tone still softened a bit.]
SB: For what it's worth, I'm sorry.
[She lowers her eyes to where he strokes the name on the boat's side.]
SB: Was that her name?
Ashley?
[Irons hesitates before answering, returning to his standing position.]
CI: Yes.
[Sonya pulls her legs up from over the side of the boat, tucking her
feet
under her indian-style as she gazes off into the water, her own mood
seemingly darkened a bit at Irons' revelations.]
SB: You know Corey, good friends watch out for one another, do whatever
they can to help eachother. So is there something on your mind?
Anything I can do to help?
CI: No, Sonya. It's not something I want to concern you with. For me, I
just wish she could have been there with me when my name finally hit
the
map a few years ago. I just wish she could have been there with me in
Tampa... in Louisiana... in all my glory. I just wish she could have
been there at...
[He turns his back from Sonya, staring off into the vast ocean once
more.]
CI: ...Gold Rush.
[He heaves a deep sigh.]
CI: But listen, this isn't why I brought you out here.
Right now there's something else on the line. What's at stake is a
single night that could shape the careers of the winning team when
everything comes to pass.
And so I got into thinking... what does it take for the winning team to
go down in history? How much _desire_, _passion_, and _endurance_ does
one need to see the light at the end of the tunnel?
[He slowly turns back to face her.]
CI: For every athlete, the answers to such questions is different. Some
would argue that it all comes down to how much blood you are willing to
lose just to achieve greatness. Some would tell you that it would boil
down to how close you can come to death all the while winning when that
final bell sounds. Still, others would tell you it's a matter of
survival of the fittest.
But to me, it simply boils down to this...
When the stakes are this high... when the battle burns... when your
body
tells you it can't go any further... _my_ answer to all of the above...
Is to stand and fight... even if it's the last time you ever do so.
SB: Whoa, Corey, slow down.
[Sighing, Sonya rises to her feet. How best to tell him this...]
SB: We're not on the same page with this tournament.
[...]
SB: I just... [lowers her gaze to the ground] My head's not in the game
for this one, Corey.
And as important as it is to you, right now... it's the complete
opposite
for me.
[She returns her eyes up at Irons, and nods in the affirmative.]
SB: I've got a match with Angel at Rampage...
An _I Quit_ match...
[She folds her arms across her chest. Trying to keep warm perhaps.]
SB: And while I'll be way out of my element in it, while there's
nothing
on the line but to shut that bitch up for good...
_That's_ where my focus is at right now, Corey. Cupid's Revenge is the
last thing on my mind.
I don't want it...
And certainly don't need it.
[Another sigh.]
SB: So I think you'd have better luck with another partner. One who
wants to win the tournament as much as you do. Because I'm just not
that
person. Not now.
[A bewildered gaze forms on the face of Irons, as he places his hands
on
his sides.]
CI: Sonya...
I'm fully aware that you've got yourself knee-deep in a _war_ that
you're
looking to end any day now. The thoughts you're feeling are a part of
every rivalry that goes on in our industry.
Yes, you want to see her writhe in pain.
Yes, you want to hear her _plead_ for mercy.
Yes, you want to 'shut her up' for good.
But here's the reality of the fact, Sonya.
[He steps towards her, and places his hands on her shoulders.]
CI: At Cupid's Revenge... _none_ of that even matters.
It won't matter that my dead wife won't be in the stands to cheer me on
anymore. It won't matter that I've been asked to renew an old rivalry
with Trey DaMann just months after having thought I was finished with
him.
All that matters, Sonya...?
Is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow that night.
If you decide to walk out on me... on our _team_, all in the name of
revenge against Angel, then you've walked out on a _friend_.
[He removes his hands from her shoulders.]
CI: So let's say you defeat Angel. Let's say you end her career...
_Then_ what?
What becomes of Sonya Benedict when that's finished? Will you be
satisfied? Will you _regret_ having hurt her permanently?
Why sacrifice something _golden_ such as this... all in the name of
vengeance?
Because in my mind, Sonya... nights like Cupid's Revenge should be what
your career is about. A night about competition, to prove that you're
not just better than your most hated rival... but better than everyone
_else_.
For _one_ night, all I ask is that you take your mind off of Angel...
and
focus on having your hand raised when the event is over.
So what'll it be?
[Sonya chuckles, her gaze once again lowering to the dock beneath their
feet. But then she raises her head once again, locking eyes with her
friend.]
SB: You sure know where to strike, don't you?
[She inhales deeply before letting it all out with another sigh.]
SB: I don't care about the gold, Corey. Or any other accolade for that
matter. Hell, if you weren't a friend, I'd have already called you up
and told you that I couldn't make it.
That Cupid's Revenge wasn't in the least important to me...
That the only purpose it would serve would be to tire me out going into
my match...
That it was an unnecessary distraction that I really didn't need...
[But...?]
SB: But you _are_ a friend, Corey. And no matter what it takes, no
matter what I have to go through...
I won't let my friends down.
I _can't_.
[A shake of her head.]
SB: Because no matter what personal reservations I may have, no matter
how much I have on my plate, no matter what else begs for my
attention...
My family and friends are the most important things in my life.
I've waited this long to get my hands on Angel, and either way I'll
still
have to wait until Rampage.
[She smiles, doing her best to push Angel to the back of her mind for
now.]
SB: So count me in.
[Irons smiles, nodding approvingly.]
CI: I always knew I could. So long as your head is in the right place,
that's all I really wanted to know. Otherwise, you take care now.
[He pats her on the side of the arm, and turns, beginning to walk
away.]
CI: I'll see you in the ring.
SB: Wait, Corey...
[He turns back to face her.]
SB: Just occured to me... I've never been in a tournament before. How
do
you prepare for something like this?
[He smiles again, as if expecting the question.]
CI: Was wondering when you'd bring that up.
_Normally_, Sonya, if this were every man for himself, there wouldn't
be
a simple answer to your question. Most times, I'd tell you to pack your
bags and go live at a gym for days on end... that you'd need to build
your endurance up to a level you didn't think was possible. I'd go on
about how you need to religiously study your opponents, that you'd need
to maximize their weaknesses in that ring all the while dodging their
strong points.
But not this time.
_This_ time, there'll be someone in my corner. And when there's a hand
for you to reach out and tag, things become different. It's no longer
just about preparation prior to your match. It's about that person
standing in your corner, waiting for that tag...
And whether or not you can put your life in their hands.
[He steps back towards her.]
CI: _Reassurance_... and _trust_... are things you can't prepare for.
They're things that you can't teach yourself. When I saw my name on
that
sheet next to yours, I _knew_ there'd be nothing to worry about. That's
why I don't intend to stray from my normal routine in the days to come.
So to answer your question, Sonya, all you need... is a little faith in
your partner.
[She nods, digesting all that he's said.]
SB: I had a feeling that was all I needed. And it's a good thing too.
Because I've never been one to do research, to watch tapes of my
opponents...
And I do trust you, Corey.
Besides Chad, there aren't many people I'd trust enough to really want
them in my corner...
[She returns his smile.]
SB: But I consider you among the select few, Corey.
CI: Glad to hear it.
Now that we've got this settled, I've gotta finish doing some work on
the
boat.
[Sonya nods again.]
SB: And I've got breakfast with my dad in half an hour. Should get
going. But I'm glad we sorted all this out. And the more I think about
the tournament, the more I'm looking forward to it.
But I'll let you get back to work. See you at Cupid's Revenge.
CI: Thanks for taking the time to come out here. I'll see you in that
ring.
[At that, he turns and begins working on the motor, as Sonya turns and
walks away from the boardwalk. Fade.
Fade backstage where we find UWF reporter Moe Owens next to Amazing
Grace, the women's wrestler already dressed in her wrestling attire.]
MO: Amazing Grace, tonight you team up with Trey DaMann in the Cupid's
Revenge tournament... I find it interesting you aren't currently with
your tag team partner planning strategy, though.
Grace: [an annoyed look on her face] What makes you such an expert on
that, Moe?
MO: Well... I just figured you might be wanting to work things out with
Trey to help your chances of winning... you have spoken to Trey,
haven't
you?
Grace: [sighing] All right, Moe... no, I haven't actually spoken to
Trey... in fact, I haven't seen him tonight.
MO: But how can you possibly fare in tonight's tournament if you
haven't
taken some time to come up with a game plan with Trey?
[Grace just rolls her eyes.]
Grace: Moe, I thought you were here to do an interview, not to harass
me
over the fact I haven't been able to contact my tag team partner.
If you must know, it's not that I haven't tried to contact him...
apparently he has about 10 different places he likes to party at and
finding which place he's at is easier said than done.
[She then gets a smirk on his face.]
Grace: Not that it's going to matter. You know as well as I do that
Trey
is so set on getting himself a World title shot, that it should be more
than enough to help propel him and me to victory tonight. And it's not
hard to figure out he'll want to even the score against Corey Irons,
either, so that's something else going in our favor.
MO: But what about working together on that... I mean, wouldn't you
think
Corey Irons and Sonya Benedict would be working together closely?
Grace: If I was Sonya, I'd be more concerned about preparing for that I
Quit match she has with Angel than worrying about working with Corey
Irons. And I don't think you need to bring up whether Sabbath and Moira
Faith can work together... that Faith girl is a lost cause to begin
with.
[She chuckles.]
Grace: The way I see it, Moe, it doesn't matter that I haven't been
able
to talk to Trey... just the fact the two of us aim to be the best, no
matter what it takes, is going to be enough to get us to victory.
And that's all you need to know, Moe.
[She walks off as the shot fades out.]
*** ***
* * * *
* * * *
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* * Cupid's Revenge 2006
>>>-------- *----> Blind Date Tournament Round One
* *
* * Trey DaMann & Amazing Grace vs.
* * Sabbath & Moira Faith vs.
* * Corey Irons & Sonya Benedict
* * ..........................................................
*
[The partners on all three teams entered separately from one another,
and
as Trey DaMann tried to open the match graciously by demanding his
partners eliminate themselves and spare themselves the beating Irons
and
Sabbath teamed up to eliminate the loudmouth by sending him sailing to
the outside, though he hung on and avoided elimination. Grace evened
things up a bit by dropkicking Moira Faith off the apron, though not
eliminating her it did seem to injure her knee.
Sabbath and Irons traded blows while Moira returned to the ring,
limping
and drilled Grace from behind with a dragon suplex, holding the bridge
for a near three count until it was broken up by Sonya. Meanwhile
Sabbath stood back as DaMann returned to the ring and attacked Irons
from
behind, trying to throw him over the top rope after a bulldog and
backbreaker. Only when DaMann was himself prone to the ropes did
Sabbath
attack, grabbing Trey and hitting a quick Vertebreaker to lay him out.
A
dogpile ensued with DaMann on the bottom, and counted out of the match
with a quick three. As he complained to the referee about the result,
his distraction proved to be enough to let Grace hoist Sonya Benedict
into the air with a brainbuster, leaving her heavily dazed on the ropes
and if it weren't for Irons whipping Grace to the far ropes himself
Sonya
would have been eliminated from the match. Instead, Irons hit a
gigantic
flapjack on Grace that sent her a good eight feet into the air before
splattering on the canvas, as on the other side of the ring Moira and
Sabbath regrouped.
As the referee tried to get order back to the match it was Moira and
Sonya left in the ring, and Faith hooked a chancery onto Sonya before
drilling her with a DDT to the mat, hanging on and locking in a version
of cousin Myra's Venom Clutch. Sonya desperately tried to avoid
submitting to the lock, and help came in the form of Corey as he
dragged
Faith off of his partner. DaMann continued to linger around ringside as
Grace tagged herself back into the match, and at an opportune time
DaMann
began to come on to Sayaka at ringside to get Sabbath's eyes off of his
partner, and allowing Grace to catch Moira with an enzuigiri to the
back
of the head for a near fall.
Benedict took to the air for part of the match as well, as her Meteor
Blast on Sabbath led him right into a vicious LARIAT by Corey Irons
that
came within a millisecond of a pinfall, only to have Caine Tainer grab
Irons by the legs and pull him off Sabbath. As Sonya yelled at Tainer,
she was nabbed by Moira and flung over the top rope to the outside in
elimination. Irons managed to send Grace to the floor soon after with a
HUGE atomic drop to the outside after catching her during a bodypress
from the top rope to leave Sabbath and Moira as the final team in the
match, and Corey Irons as their final opponent. And though he gamely
put
up a fight, Moira's taunting proved to be too much for Corey's anger,
getting him to charge after her and inadvertantly walk into a roaring
elbow by Sabby and setting Irons up for a tandem shining wizard for the
final pinfall.]
DH: Here are your winners, and advancing to the finals of the Blind
Date
Tournament...
THE TEAM OF SABBAAAAAAAAATH AND MOOOOOOOOIIIIIRAAAA FAAAAAIIIIITH!
[Running towards him to celebrate, Moira grabbed Sabbath in a tight
embrace until Sayaka stepped into the ring. At that same moment Caine
grabbed her from behind and pulled her head back by the hair and kissed
her himself. The winners left the ringside area, all as Trey DaMann
continued to argue with the referee over the legality of his earlier
pin.]
AM: So that makes up half the finals now, we know Samantha Daniels and
Alex Extreme will face Sabbath and Moira Faith, with another four spots
still up for grabs.
AW: Thank god, because other than maybe Daniels I don't care to see any
of them win this thing.
AM: Way to stay unbiased. We'll be right back.
[Cut to the backstage area... Right behind the Unitron entrance
actually.
In a rarely seen moment in wrestling, two sets of opponents stand side
by
side, just about ready to go. The unique foursome is comprised of Brett
Greene, "Tornado" Tara Smith, Alicia Powers and Alex Kidd as they wait
for Ravnos Romani and Leslie Hernendex to hit the ring. Alicia doesn't
stand at her hubby's side for a change... And she's not next to her tag
team partner... Instead, she's standing next to one of the men that
crashed her wedding on SNR so many years ago... A man that has taken
her
husband to Hell and back, back in the day... The legendary Brett
Greene.]
AP: So is everyone ready?
TTS: I can't speak for anyone else, but I'm ready. [grins] You're going
down though, you know that, right?
[The two women share a laugh.]
AP: We'll see about that.
DH (Out in the arena): Introducing the opponents...
["Walk on Water" by Aerosmith can be heard hitting the speakers in the
arena, giving Brett and Alicia their cue to head to the ring.]
BG: Well, that's us. Good luck Alex. Tara.
[Brett nods to his competition and he and Mrs. Kidd turn and walk to
the
curtain.]
BG: You ready?
AP: Always.
[Alicia Powers disapears through the curtains. Brett takes a step to
walk
out, but he is suddenly jerked back as a hand reaches out and grabs him
by his elbow. Brett turns and is suddenly face to face with a serious
looking Alex Kidd.]
AK: Just a second Brett.
BG: Everything okay Alex?
[Kidd eyes over Brett.]
AK: Just be careful out there tonight.
BG: Always am Alex. Thanks though.
[Greene turns to leave, but Kidd doesn't let go.]
BG: Am I missing something here Alex?
AK: If any harm comes to her tonight, I'll hold you personally
responsible.
[Brett has a good chuckle.]
BG: Geez Alex, it's almost as if you don't trust me with her tonight.
[Brett continues to smile, until he looks into the eyes of his former
rival. The smile quickly vanishes.]
BG: You don't trust me, do you?
[Now it's Alex who pauses for a moment. He skirts the question though.]
AK: I'm serious Brett.
BG: Well now I'm going to get serious, because you... errr...
[The Baton Rouge native is interupted as Alicia pokes her head through
the curtain.]
AP: Brett? You coming?
[Greene stares into the serious eyes of Alex. Kidd releases his hold on
Brett's arm.]
BG: Year... Right behind you Alicia...
[Brett turns and heads through the curtain, all the while looking back
into Kidd's eyes. Alex just stares, watching Brett leave. "Tornado"
Tara
Smith approaches Alex and stands at his side.]
TTS: Everything all right Alex?
[He continues to stare at the curtain.]
AK: Just dandy.
[Cut back to...]
*** ***
* * * *
* * * *
* * * ...................................................
* * Cupid's Revenge 2006
>>>-------- *----> Blind Date Tournament Round One
* *
* * Brett Greene & Alicia Powers vs.
* * Alex Kidd & "Tornado" Tara Smith vs.
* * Leslie "Wildfire" Hernandez & Ravnos Romani
* * ..........................................................
*
[Unlike the previous matches, all three teams came out together for
this
match and shook hands at the opening bell. The women provided a fair
bit
of excitement with aerial displays as the men watched from the apron,
Smith and Powers doubling up on Leslie Hernandez early with a series of
double dropkicks and armdrags before competition got the better of them
and TTS caught Powers with a huracanrana into a pinning cradle to
almost
eliminate her normal tag team partner just two minutes into the match.
Showing no hard feelings, Alicia offered a handshake to Tara only to
surprise her with a drop-step toehold to the mat into a backwards
bridging chinlock. Leslie broke up the partner on partner assault with
a
running senton splash however, and tried unsuccesfully to pin both
opponents at once.
Greene was the first of the males to tag into the match and for a brief
period of time sparred with Tara Smith, catching her and applying a
full
nelson hold before Alex Kidd came into the match and saved his partner.
Greene and Alex exchanged holds for the next few minutes, with Ravnos
Romani hanging back and eager to let the two go at it. The former world
champions soon noticed this and actually worked together to eventually
eliminate Ravnos, but not before the Romani brother was able to strike
Greene down with a Somersault Bulldog. Alicia was able to save Brett
from the pinfall, and Ravnos was soon struck down himself by the
Somersault Bulldog from Kidd. Leslie immediately grabbed Alicia and
executed a german suplex to bridge for the pinfall, which led to Kidd
and
Greene arguing over which one of them was at fault for Powers'
elimination. Because of this, TTS and Leslie took center stage once
again and took some of each other's best maneuvers before Smith avoided
the Santa Maria and was able to eliminate Leslie from the match.
As it came down to the team of Kidd and Smith against Brett Greene,
Brett
was hesitant to actually put his hands on Smith despite TTS continually
coming at him and targetting the knee. Kidd and Smith hit a double
clothesline to put Brett down, but an attempted rocket launcher
backfired
as Brett pulled his knees up and caught TTS hard, rolled her up
immediately and brought it down to a one on one situation. Alex kept up
the pressure and attack on Greene's knees, only to likewise be foiled
by
Brett after going again for the Somersault Bulldog and instead taking a
superbomb to the canvas.]
DH: Here are your winners, and advancing to the finals of the Blind
Date
Tournament...
THE TEAM OF ALICIIIIAAA POWERRRRRRRRRRRRRSS AND BRRRRREEEEEETT
GRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENE!
[Post-match, Brett was rejoined by Alicia Powers for a celebratory hug.
Watching from the far corner, his eyes narrowed and his emotions
running,
Alex Kidd soon rolled from the ring with his shapely redheaded tag team
partner joining him.]
AM: And now it's Alicia and Brett joining the party in the main event
tonight! Wow, I have to say I'm a little surprised by that. I would
have bet anything on the experience of the three-time men's and women's
champions, Alex and Tara. But once again, in this business nobody is
unbeatable.
AW: Except for Victor Frost.
AM: What exactly is your fascination with that bald German sociopath?
AW: He completes me.
AM: Ugh, sorry I asked. Fans, coming up next is the final opening round
match in the Blind Date Tournament. But first, we have some footage to
show you of the identity of Lolita Love's mystery tag team partner. If
you tried to guess who it might have been... well you were way off.
Take
a look.
[In the arena parking lot, we see the last of the fans walking in and
getting ready for the card. Out of nowhere, an old school Ford Ranger
comes bouncing up to the wrestler's entrance. Climbing out of the car
is
the future universal leader and would-be World Champion, DOOM! Wearing
his wrestling outfit, a green singlet with black knee and elbow pads, a
black mask, and a black cape, DOOM! immediately begins yelling at
everyone and no one at the same time.]
DOOM: DOOM has at last returned to the world of wrestling! DOOM has
been
away far too long. In the meantime, DOOM has made a name for DOOMself
conquering aliens and other creatures! DOOM was so spectacular, the
people in Hollywood decided to make a movie commemorating DOOM's life!
DOOM, the movie told the tale of a young boy conquering planets and
people and setting his reign across galaxies upon galaxies!
RANDOM FAN: That movie wasn't about you, it was about a video game.
DOOM: They made the life of DOOM into a video game too?? This is a
great
honor for them! DOOM in a video game would show DOOM crushing all of
DOOM's enemies and ninja kicking all who would be insolent! This would
prove to be a great lesson to any that would try to be insubordinate!
RANDOM FAN: No. it was a video game that had nothing to do with you. I
don't even know who you are.
DOOM: But. it was named DOOM. That lackey that was in "The Rundown" was
in it. he thought he could fill DOOM's shoes. DOOM was going to swiftly
behead him for his horrible acting job but. this movie wasn't about
DOOM?
RANDOM FAN: No.
DOOM: This is troubling. WHO CARES? YOU'RE ONLY A LACKEY ANYWAY! YOU
SHOULD THANK GOD THAT DOOM HAS CHOSEN TO ACKNOWLEDGE YOUR VERY PRESENCE
RATHER THAN CRUSH YOU FOR SPEAKING OUT OF TURN!
RANDOM FAN: Whatever, I'm going inside.
DOOM: YES! Go inside, for DOOM shall prove yet again that DOOM is a
presence to be reckoned with! Next time those lackeys over in Hollywood
decide to put out a movie named DOOM, it shall be about DOOM! It shall
make people cry from the rafter! Children shall sing DOOM's name out in
the streets! Men will aspire to be DOOM!
[At last noticing an empty parking lot, Doom trudges inside.]
*** ***
* * * *
* * * *
* * * ...................................................
* * Cupid's Revenge 2006
>>>-------- *----> Blind Date Tournament Round One
* *
* * Donna Tetreault & Brian McKenzie vs.
* * Daniel Kidd & Kari Stevens vs.
* * Lolita Love & DOOM~!
* * ..........................................................
*
["Emperor's Theme" from the Star Wars soundtrack blasts across the
speakers, heralding the coming of something huge. Out from the back,
DOOM! is being carried out on a throne by his "Lackey Squad." The
Lackey
Squad is having a lot of trouble and eventually drops Doom from the
throne. Recovering and placing his cape back the way it should be, Doom
proceeds to tear his lackeys a new one, yelling at them the whole time.
Turning around, DOOM! remembers that he's here to wrestle and walks
towards the ring, pointing and yelling at everyone. After climbing into
the ring, DOOM! climbs up on a turnbuckle and motions for the ring
attendant to hand him something. That something is Jolt Cola Root Beer.
Chugging the root beer, a renewed DOOM! tosses the remainder out into
the
crowd and gets ready to wrestle.]
AW: Um... did I fall asleep and wake up in the year 2000?
[Lolita came down to the ring next to stand with her partner, and soon
after the Pride team of Dan Kidd and Kari Stevens came out to brawl.
Donna Tetreault and Brian McKenzie were last, Donna breathing a sigh of
relief that the mystery partner wasn't Simon O'Neal. Kidd and McKenzie
doubled up on DOOM!, trying to take the big man off his feet. Soon
after
Lolita Love was tied up in the ropes by Tetreault and Stevens, it was a
four on one attempt to send DOOM! to the outside. But alas, the teamup
was shortlived as Tetreault attempted to toss Kari instead which led to
Dan and McKenzie shoving one another... before getting mowed down with
a
huge clothesline from DOOM!.
The 350+ pound wrestler began to hit DOOMplexes on both of his male
opponents, then hoisted Dan up over his head with a gorilla press. This
let McKenzie come rolling in hard with a knee clip, starting DOOM! to
fall into the ropes. On the way down, Dan grabbed the top rope and
continued to pull, toppling DOOM! and sending him to the arena floor.
DOOM! bellowed and tried to get back into the ring, but was stopped by
officials as the match continued. Kidd and McKenzie traded chops and
brawled as Kari and Tetreault continued to one-up each other as far as
cheating goes. Kari attempted to blind Donna with salt, only to be met
with a handful of pepper from the former women's champion instead.
It was around this point that Don't Go There showed up, severely
messing
with the Pride's teamwork. Kari especially fell victim to DGT, after
going to the top turnbuckle to try for another aerial maneuver only to
be
distracted by Trice crowing and allowing Lolita Love to jump to the top
and execute a wicked top rope gutwrench suplex to pin Stevens. An
understandably ticked Stevens went for Ryu, getting into his face (and
Trice's beak)... before trying to slap him and instead backing right up
into a stonefaced Michael Bonn.
Who then planted a big one on the Pride's Lioness, to a shocked pop
before heading back up the aisle to the back! This action also managed
to distract Kidd, hit with the Minnie Driver and covered for the three
count.]
AM: Good lord! The Pride is gone!
[Leaning up against the side of the Unitron, Virginia arches an eyebrow
towards Michael, who, for his part, gives an exaggerated shrug. A small
smirk then appears on the lovely manager's face as she hands Bonn a
bottle of mouthwash. Crowd pop as Don't Go There disappears back behind
the Unitron, with Daniel Kidd and a shell-shocked Kari Stevens
following
behind.
This left Lolita in the match against Brian and Donna, but the younger
Love sister was soon dispatched after Donna whipped the blonde into
McKenzie's waiting arms, and a Hart Attack clothesline finished Lolita
off (with Donna managing to hold her legs down out of the referee's
line
of sight).]
DH: Here are your winners, and advancing to the finals of the Blind
Date
Tournament...
THE TEAM OF BRRRIAAAAAN MCCKENZIIIIIIIIIIE ANND DOONNNNNA
TEEEEETREAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLT!
AM: Ugh, not those two. Anyone but those two.
AW: Like it or lump it, Marshall. That rounds out the finals, we've got
our eight finalists.
AM: We'll be right back with that final contest.
[The camera fades in to see Simon O'Neal, still in his grey fedora and
Ray-Bans. He's outside, on a driveway, and for once looks down at the
ground shamefully. He sighs.]
SO: Look, I'm sorry about that whole 'Catholic School' thing, son...
[The camera pans over to... Jimmy O'Neal. It's been a while since we've
seen Jimmy, who's now 18. He's still a teenager, but has had a growth
spurt, and now stands two inches over Simon. He's dressed in school
knickers. His arms are folded across his chest. And he does NOT look
happy.
Simon reaches over and...]
SO: Here's a hooker.
[... brings in a blonde woman who is dressed rather... trashily.]
JO: Not good enough, Dad.
[Simon sadly shakes his head.]
SO: I suppose not. Here's another one.
[And Simon grabs from offscreen a brunette, also dressed loosely. Jimmy
looks at both the blonde and brunette, then shakes his head.]
JO: Did you know that there are TEN Commandments, Dad? And that I've
apparently broken nine of them?
SO: I kno... really?
JO: And that nuns are lethal using rulers as a weapon?
SO: [nodding] All right. All right. [He motions over... a redhead.]
Here's a third one. And [Tosses a set of keys to Jimmy]... here's the
key to the Copa Cabana Room.
[Jimmy looks at all three women... then at the keys.]
JO: Well... [shakes the keys]... I guess it'll... [shakes the keys]
...HAVE to do. But if I'm going to be busy for the next twenty-fou...
forty-eigh... [thinks]...seventy-two hours, who's going to take care of
the TMK?
[For the first time, Simon looks up into Jimmy's face, a smirk forming
on
his face.]
SO: Not to worry, son...
[Simon snaps his fingers.
From off-screen right, Allison Ottley appears on Simon's arm, dressed
in
a schoolgirl's outfit.
From off-screen left, 'Superfly' Susan Davis appears on Simon's other
arm, dressed as a cheerleader.
Allison takes cigarette and puts it in Simon's mouth.
Susan snaps open a Zippo lighter and ignites the cigarette.
Simon inhales deeply.]
SO: ..._I'LL_ take care of the TMK.
[Simon lowers his arms and squeezes, bringing giggles from the TMK. And
Jimmy? He's openly weeping with joy.]
JO: WELCOME BACK, DAD!
SO: Yeah, yeah... [he nods at Jimmy and his guests.] You guys have fun,
OK?
[Simon and the TMK walk off. Jimmy and his 'friends' head over to a
convertible. Jimmy opens the door for the ladies, then grabs an empty
gas can and takes it from the front seat to the trunk, hops in the
driver's seat, and starts up the car. As the classic song "Low Rider"
by
War ends...
... a radio DJ speaks.]
DJ: And we have some news to report. The St. Ignatius School for Young
Men burned to the ground today. No one was hurt, thankfully, and no
cause has been determined. The headmaster, Father Hardcastle, was
quoted
as claiming it was 'An act of God'.
[Jimmy grins and shuts off the radio as he drives off. Fade to black.]
AM: Well there's no mistaking it now, the bastard's back. Much to the
chagrin of Donna Tetreault, of course.
AW: Well I have to say I support her "take no prisoners" attitude, but
her taste in men is a bit wonky.
AM: Well let's head down to the ring for the finals, four teams are
left
but by the end of the match two competitors will secure themselves
title
shots of their choosing.
*** ***
* * * *
* * * *
* * * ...................................................
* * Cupid's Revenge 2006
>>>-------- *----> Blind Date Tournament Finals
* *
* * Alex Extreme & Samantha Daniels versus
* * Donna Tetreault & Brian McKenzie versus Brett Greene
* * & Alicia Powers versus Sabbath & Moira Faith
* * ..........................................................
*
[All four teams came down to the ring and took up residence in a corner
of the ring, and the introductions were done afterwards. The bell rang
and all eight competitors immediately got into it, the rules making the
match an anything goes free-for-all tornado tag match. Extreme and
McKenzie got into a fistfight on one side of the ring while Brett
Greene
and Sabbath grabbed each other and tried to immediately send the other
over the ropes first. On the women's side of things Alicia Powers was
doubleteamed by Moira and Donna, but came back off a double irish whip
with a flying forearm that knocked Faith down, came back up and tripped
Donna to the mat.
For a few minutes the ring was a mass of bodies flying back and forth,
all the while as Samantha Daniels did her best to stay out of the way
until finally coming face to face with Alicia. However instead of
targetting the wife of Alex Kidd, Samantha defended her and shoved
Alicia
out of the way of a superkick to catch Faith by the knee and
dragonscrew
legwhip her into the mat. Faith and Daniels traded hiptosses before
getting splashed in the corner by a charging McKenzie, who then tossed
Moira from the ring to a bevy of heel pops! On the outside, Caine
Tainer
berated Moira for failing as Sabbath took notice that his partner was
the
first to go, and sidestepped a lariat from Brett Greene to send him to
the corner, then grabbed Greene with a rollup for a near count.
McKenzie and Tetreault worked together to leave Sabbath prone for the
cover while Greene and Powers battled against Daniels and Extreme for a
little while. Alicia went for a belly-to-belly suplex on Samantha, but
Daniels escaped it and swiveled around to drop her with a Pride
Breaker,
then crawled across Alicia and eliminated her. Sabbath tried to hang on
as Donna and Brian each grabbed a leg and attempted to throw him out of
the ring, leaving themselves open as Brett Greene and Alex Extreme
abandoned their own brawl for at least a few seconds to run over and
flip
the happy lovebirds out to the arena floor to a MASSIVE POP!]
AM: Donna and Brian are history! Donna won't be able to claim herself
as
the first two-time Cupid's Revenge winner!
[Donna exploded with rage at being taken out of the match, only to
receive a shrug of the shoulders from Brett. Extreme continued to go
after Sabbath, hanging him out of the ring but not able to send him to
the outside even with Samantha Daniels lending a helping hand. Greene
returned to the match and grabbed Extreme away from the corner, as
Samantha soon found herself at the mercy of Sabbath... until she
wrapped
her legs around Sabby's neck and pulled herself as well as the Walking
Contradiction to the outside! HUGE POP!]
AW: What an idiot!
AM: Not at all, she sacrificed herself but in the meantime she also
managed to get rid of one of the main threats in the match! She's a
Daniels through and through, ring savvy to the end.
[Greene and Extreme, realizing that they were the final two competitors
left in the match, came at one another extra hard and tried to knock
the
other clean out. Alex stuck to a high risk gameplan and took Brett down
with a DDT before dropping an elbow from the top rope. However it
wasn't
enough to put away the former heavyweight champion as Brett managed to
roll to the side of the ring and buried his elbow into the ribcage of
Extreme and set up for the Brett Bomb. While hoisted into the air Alex
managed to hook the ropes with his legs and land on the outside apron,
snapped the back of Brett's neck along the top rope and then returned
to
the ring and executed a spining tombstone piledriver. A quick three
count, and the bell rang.]
DH: Here are your winners of the Blind Date Tournament...
SAMAAAAAAANTHAAAAAA DAAAAANIIIIIEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLSSSSSSS AAAAAAAAAAND
AAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEX EEEEXXXXXXTREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEME!
[Alex celebrated after the match with his partner, as Samantha returned
to the ring and gave him a big hug. Extreme, with an uneasy look on his
face, soon shrugged and scooped Daniels up and began to swing her
around.]
AW: He's a dead man, just as soon as her father sees this.
AM: How do you know he's not here watching this in person?
AW: He wouldn't slum it on a B show.
AM: Well fans, that does it for us this evening. Please, enjoy the rest
of your Valentine's Day and we'll see you soon at Rampage! Goodnight!
[Fade to black.]