<MBC> HOUSE OF BASTARDS - June 6th, 2006 HOUR TWO
Cygnia
[The scene opens backstage to Lolita Love in her dressing room. The
young woman wears a blue, halter top and denim, mini skirt, finishing
the look with
mules. Her blonde hair is styled in a ponytail that falls down her
back. Her arms are folded across her chest and there's a deep frown on
her face as she
paces back and forth.]
Voice: Calm down, 'Lita, or you'll drive yourself crazy.
[Lolita stops and turns in the direction of the voice, her gaze landing
on her older sister, Leanna, who's sitting on a bench, casually
flipping through a
magazine. Leanna wears a black cami and matching slacks, her blonde
hair falling straight down her back.]
Lolita: I can't help it, Leanna. This whole match just stinks!
[Leanna looks up from her magazine and nods.]
Leanna: You're preaching to the choir, honey.
Lolita: I can't believe Holly managed to pull something like this. Of
all the sneaky, underhanded tricks! I know she wasn't happy that we won
the Psycho
Driver tag titles back, and I always knew that she'd want a rematch.
But to have us put our MBC careers on the line too? I think that's
taking things too
far.
[Leanna stands to her feet and walks over to her sister.]
Leanna: I agree. But it's vintage Holly and I would expect as much.
Remember, you haven't been dealing with our sister as long as I have.
I've seen her
pull far worse.
[She places a reassuring hand on Lolita's shoulder.]
Leanna: But what's done is done. We can't change the past. All we can
do is go out there and do our absolute best to win. Truth be told, we
know that we're
the better wrestlers. Grace is good but Holly's lazy and far too ready
to take the easy way out. If we can keep things focused on our in-ring
performance,
we'll be fine. We just need to be wary of any tricks they might have up
their sleeves.
Lolita: Yeah, like having the entire Sisterhood ready to jump us?
Leanna: [grins] Yeah, something like that. Look, we already know that
they're going to do what they can to screw us. They already managed to
get Tara
Smith. Hopefully, we've got a referee smart enough to think with the
head on his shoulders and will see through their act.
Lolita: And if he isn't?
Leanna: We make them regret the day that they ever pulled this stunt.
[Lolita grins]
Lolita: That works for me.
Leanna: You see, what Holly failed to realize, in her "infinite
wisdom", is how important the MBC is to us. We've always considered
this place to be like a
second home. Her threatening that and trying to force us out is only
going to motivate us to work that much harder to kick their asses,
which sucks for her
and Gracie.
[Lolita nods.]
Leanna: Those poor bimbos have just signed their own death warrants and
don't even know it.
[Leanna shakes her head.]
Leanna: Come on. Let's get ready.
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H O U R T W O
[The logo fades away again, and we cut right back to our crew. Whether
we like it or not.]
Skullhead: Welcome back everyone to a second great hour.
Slush: Has anyone ever told you that you over sell things?
Skullhead: You have. Repeatedly.
Slush: Then obviously not enough.
Pinhead: That's the second time you've used that joke.
Slush: I'm trying to make a catch phrase out of it.
Pinhead: You can't just make a catch phrase and expect it to catch on.
Especially if you beat it to death.
Slush: It works for everybody else. Just take O.J. Simpson. "I'm
looking for the real killers." What a great line!
Pinhead: Are you on something today?
Slush: Life.
Pinhead: You must have poured NyQuilla over your Life cereal then.
Slush: Part of a nutritious breakfast.
Skullhead: Our next contest of the evening pits two former MBC World
Champions against one another.
Pinhead: Never mind all the other championship gold O'Neal and Crawford
have acquired in their careers. Plus AEWA Championships.
Skullhead: What we're seeing here is an extreme contrast of styles.
Brutality versus mischief. Strength versus cunning.
Slush: David versus Goliath. You know, if David was a devious bastard.
Tinkle: MEEP!
Skullhead: We heard from O'Neal earlier. Let's get to these words from
Crawford before the match begins.
[Stan Crawford is in the back, doing some last minute stretching for
his match against Simon O'Neal. As Crawford laces his boots up, he
talks to the
camera.]
Crawford: It's good to be back here in the MBC. It's been a fun first
few weeks, and tonight, I think I'm going to have even more fun. Its
non-title
tonight, but I don't take days off. I don't even take minutes off.
Simon O'Neal is a good wrestler. Everybody knows that.
[Crawford finishes with his boots and he stands up. He drapes the SBC
title over his shoulder.]
Crawford: I've seen O'Neal beat some pretty tough people up. Tonight
he gets to try to take me down. I know he's not going to take me
lightly. So we're
going to go out there and tear it up in front of the best fans in pro
wrestling.
And, as usual, I'll walk out of the ring the winner.
People always ask me how a fight can be fun. How can getting your
brains beaten in be fun? How can beating up somebody else be fun? I
ask: how can it
not be fun?! Maybe that's why nobody wants to be in the ring with me.
They see the look in my eye when I'm in there, and they can tell that
I enjoy
beating the crap out of them. Get ready Simon.
[Camera fades to black.]
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|_______________________________________Writer: J.J. Robertson
["Peter Gunn" by Henry Mancini starts to play, giving the crowd just
long enough to react before the "Mighty Bastard" Simon O'Neal makes his
entrance.
Decked out in his trademark Ray-bans and Fedora. He quickly makes his
way to ringside and sets up his hat and shades in his corner, then
begins stretching
and tightening his glove as the music fades, and is replaced.]
["Hey Man, Nice Shot" by Filter comes up and immediately the Smash,
Bash Crucify Champ, Stan Crawford, makes his appearance to a chorus of
cheers. Crawford
focuses in on O'Neal immediately and makes his way to ringside,
grabbing the ref and dragging him over to O'Neal, who looks surprised,
but is still working
to situate the glove on his hand. Crawford points at the glove while
talking to the ref, causing O'Neal's expression to change from surprise
to worry. The
Ref holds out his hand toward the glove, which O'Neal quickly pulls
away. the Ref reaches for it and O'Neal turns, blocking it with his
body. Simon and the
ref
struggle for a few moments until Stan Crawford gets involved, trying to
help the ref. The ref turns to push the Champion away and, as he does,
Simon breaks
into a grin. Peeling off the glove, he strides forward and surprises
both the ref and Crawford when he tosses the glove, inside out and
obviously not
gimmicked, between them. Before either man can really process this,
Simon keeps moving, delivering a chop to the throat on Crawford that he
turns into a
snapmare, taking the champion down to the mat and then applying a quick
sleeper hold.]
[Crawford regains his wits quickly and manages to reach out and grab
the ropes. As the ref calls for the break, Simon figures he's not got
anything to lose
and slips into a choke and puts his foot on the small of the Champion's
back and hauls on it, attempting to break free. Crawford manages to
hold on until
the Mighty Bastard is forced to release the hold or be disqualified.
Simon breaks, but with Crawford still trying to get his wind, he's open
for Simon to
come back in and deliver a running knee that breaks him free of the
ropes, and then Simon rolls him up for a quick pin, grabbing the
tights.]
1
2
[Crawford powers put, pulling away from O'Neal and tossing him away.
Simon rolls with it, coming back up and rushing in quickly, trying to
keep the
momentum going, but as he closes in, Crawford, still rising, launches
himself and connects with a shoulder clip on the Machine that sends him
flying into
the ropes. As he comes off, he collides with a rising Crawford, who
easily bodychecks him to the mat, then follows it up by trampling him.
Pulling O'Neal
up from the mat, Crawford sets for the 12-guage. As he lifts O'Neal,
the man comes to life, thrashing to escape. He manages to hook his legs
on the ropes
and pull, catching Crawford off guard and breaking free, to then slip
out of the ring.]
[Simon has the ref make Crawford stand well back from the ropes before
entering. Once in the ring, Simon starts to rise, then dives away from
Crawford's
charge and slides back out again. He moves to another side and comes
back in as the Champion is getting back up to his feet. Seeing is
opponent, the
Shotgun charges, only to miss when O'Neal rolls out again. Once more,
O'Neal moves and reenters, diving outside again as Crawford charges
him. This time,
Crawford nearly catches him, but this proves to be a ruse when Simon
pops back up on the outside to poke his opponent in the eyes, now that
he is close to
the ropes. With Crawford blinded, O'Neal comes back in and drops a knee
from the second rope onto the Champ's face. Quickly grabbing his legs,
Simon drops
back, Monkey flipping Crawford into the corner turnbuckles. Coming back
up to his feet, O'Neal quickly follows up with a clothesline that snaps
Crawford's
throat across the top rope. From there, it is easy to just hold him
down across it, choking him.]
[Again O'Neal breaks the choke at the last possible second. This time
it is no effort to pull Crawford back from the ropes, allowing O'Neal
to deliver a
neckbreaker that drops the SBC Champion. Grabbing Crawford, O'Neal
pulls him up and locks him into the Agonizer, attempting to force the
Champion to
submit. Crawford struggles, going for the ropes but slowly fades,
dropping to his knees out of reach of the ropes. When he stops moving,
the ref moves in
to check him, raising his arm once. It falls, but before the ref can
reach for it a second time, his arm comes up on its own. Struggling,
Crawford climbs
for his feet powering out of the Mighty Bastard's hold. Crawford
reaches for him, trying to grab him for the 12-Guage again, but O'Neal
manages to just
slip free. Before he can get far away, Crawford shoots out an arm,
slamming it into O'Neal's midsection, doubling the Mighty Bastard up.
Crawford cinches
him around the waist and lifts him up for a piledriver. Instead of
dropping him, Crawford runs forward, splashing O'Neal into the corner,
then stepping out
and finally piledriving him into the mat. Rolling O'Neal over, Crawford
goes for the cover.]
1
2
[JUST before the third count, O'Neal gets a leg on the rope. Crawford
stands, pulling the Mighty Bastard up with him. Crawford turns him and
goes for a
cinch, but O'Neal keeps moving, coming around with a punch, the leading
edge of his hand shiny. Crawford blocks the arm, delivers a stiff shot
of his own
that rocks O'Neal back and starts him spinning again. Crawford catches
him again, this time hooking O'Neal and dropping him to the mat with
the 12-guage
and covering for the pin.]
1
2
3
[As the ref turns to signal for the bell, Crawford starts to get up and
O'Neal slips the brass knuckles off his hand and slips them into
Crawford's tights.
The bell rings and the Ref reaches for Crawford's hand, only for O'Neal
to lunge up from the mat and grab the ref's hand, refusing to let him
raise the
Champ's arm. O'Neal argues with the ref for a moment, pointing to
Crawford's tights. The ref checks them as Crawford glares at O'Neal,
finding the brass
knuckles, he storms away to confer with the ring announcer.]
RING ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match...
...b disqualification... SIMON O'NEAL!
Pinhead: WHAT?
Slush: Man! Crawford just got owned!
Skullhead: Leave it to O'Neal. Even though the referee's aren't in his
pocket he still has his ways to work them.
Pinhead: Crawford has been robbed. Thank god the SBC Title wasn't on
the line.
Skullhead: Probably wouldn't have stood had there been a title on the
line. And I'm sure Jimmy O'Neal would have been ringside.
Tinkle: MEEP!
Slush: You're right. Some times O'Neal is so good, it's scary.
Pinhead: O'Neal is still hurting from the 12 Gauge but he's got enough
sense to get the hell out of the ring before Crawford stops holding
back. That would
be most unfortunate for the former Machine.
Slush: You make it sound like he converted religions.
Pinhead: Church of the Machine?
Slush: Sounds like something goth punk posers and wannabes would kick
up to drool over their cookie cutter industrial music. Damn the man!
DAMN THE...
wait... my Slush senses are... tingling...
Pinhead: God! Please! There are children watching!
Skullhead: I would hope not.
[As "Everybody's Fool" hits the PA system, the crowd boos.]
Slush: I HATE THAT MUSIC!
Skullhead: A reaction with that much contempt can only mean that Tom
Landis is on his way out here to ringside.
[Landis emerges from the locker rooms wearing blue jeans and a black
"MBC" t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. Tom walks with a purpose, and
upon entering
the ring takes the microphone quickly.]
TL: Alright Dallas Bastards, I know you've been waiting with baited
breath as to what I have to say, so I won't beat around the bush here.
When I agreed
to come back to MBC, I did it for one reason and one reason alone.
Slush: To eat a newborn baby?
Pinhead: Sssh.
TL: To reclaim the MBC Heavyweight Championship, a title that yours
truly once wore proudly around his waist. Once upon a time men of
principle like
Crimson held the gold, but now we've got a guy who runs around calling
people 'dawg' and 'homie', and thinks he's a big man because he has a
bigger posse
than Snoop Dogg.
Newsflash, One-Winged Angel, you _AIN'T_ all that.
[Boo! Landis just shrugs it off.]
Slush: He did NOT just speak ill of my son!
TL: Don't hate the playa, my peeps. I'm just saying what you all
should be thinking. This guy isn't some new messiah of Bastardism, and
he's not some
hardcore soldier. He's a street rat who fluked his way into winning
the championship, nothing more and nothing less. But what's worse, is
that he hasn't
even defended the title in two years!
You're not a man, Angel. You're not half the man I am... hell, Taylor
McKenzie is twice the man you'll ever be. I don't like the dude, but
at least he's
got the balls to face me in the ring. But you Angel, you've had that
title for two years now and in that time, how many title shots have I
received?
Skullhead: Is he for real? I think a little of his wife's psychosis
has rubbed off on Landis. The company hasn't been operational for most
of
the last two years!
TL: That same night, I was robbed off my SBC title. Any smart person
would be able to recognize that a lengthy SBC title reign should have
deemed me the
number one contender but no. For the past two years that ghetto
superstar has ducked me at every turn! It's a conspiracy is what it
is!
Pinhead: He's completely off his rocker.
Slush: I don't care if he has several mental illnesses wrapped into one
gigantic illness with a bow and a cherry on top, I have never hated
that man more!
TL: This is a conspiracy against me, being waged by the MBC. And I
promise you this, fans, I will not rest until I get my rightful title
shot!
Skullhead: Rightful title shot... this is nothing short of idiocy.
Angel won the title at what was supposed to be the last MBC show ever,
two years ago
tonight. This is only our third show back, and Angel has been on the
shelf with an injury. Landis knows that, why is he acting like he's
been held back?
Slush: Because he's Tom Landis, enemy of the state!
Pinhead: What state?
Slush: MY STATE! Slushsylvania.
Pinhead: Oh lord.
Slush: Other acceptable answers would be "Slush's State of AWESOME".
Skullhead: How about Danzaland?
Pinhead: Ugh, now I'm picturing Euro Danzaland. You in a beret.
Slush: You have been blessed then! For I am a fashion GOD.
[Landis climbs to the second turnbuckle, still gripping the mic.]
TL: My friends... Nobody wants Tom Landis as the champ again. It's
that simple.
Skullhead: Well, even a broken clock is right twice a day.
TL: So from this day forward I vow to regain the MBC title and bring
prestige back to this company. Me and my secret weapon will see to it
that soon, that
title will be around my waist. Thank you, now enjoy the rest of the
show.
[And Landis drops the microphone, leaving to as mixed a response as he
entered if not even more so. It's not so much a 'we hate you' response
as a 'what
the hell was that?' response. He heads up the aisle, waving to what he
considers his adoring fans.]
Skullhead: Did he just say secret weapon?
Slush: I'll bet he's implanted microchips in our brains to turn us into
his personal slaves. Sick bastard, if he's thought that up.
Pinhead: I doubt it.
Slush: I will never, NEVER be a slave to that man Tom Landis! Why?
BECAUSE I HATE TOM LANDIS!
Pinhead: You know that you drool every time you say that?
Slush: Because I say it with passion! With a fever that only that
hating Tom Landis can cure!
Tinkle: MEEP!
Slush: Too far isn't far enough my friends.
Skullhead: Right. The voices in my headset have advised me that Slush
is insane and that there are better things to watch than him drooling.
[Open to fairly large alley way in the Dallas area. Not in any area you
may be used to seeing on television. This is a poor, rough side of
town. And as the
camera pans away from a group of guys who don't seem comfortable or
remotely happy with a camera being placed on them, we come across a
gauntlet of sorts.
There's a tire drill complete with busted up tires and glass inside, a
set of five makeshift hurdles, four sets of metal double-doors and at
the end, a
group of five guys wearing Amity t-shirts, including Amity guards Nino
and Xavier. So, to no one's surprise, MBC World Champion and Amity
leader winds up
the stopping point of the camera pan as he presides of the Amity
gauntlet. In spite of the Texas heat, 1WA is dressed in a full suit,
cane in hand and is
checking his watch.]
1WA: Late as usual, but...
[The champ turns around to see the Miracle Whip pull up.]
1WA: ...right on time for them.
[Fury and "Supervixen" Ami Tran exit the Whip and all three seem a
little confused at the sight before them. Rage wears a white t-shirt,
black basketball
short and G-6 shoes. Spice wears a Piston's jersey and matching shorts
and a pair of Air Jordans. Tran wears her new "Hot as Hell" t-shirt
with a short red
skirt and sandals.]
Spice: Ang, aren't you a bit overdressed?
1WA: Gotta dress your attitude and I'm all business.
Rage [points to the gauntlet]: Yo.ummm.what the hell is this?
1WA: Your new training.
Spice: WHAT!?!?
1WA: This is the Amity Gauntlet. Simple really, rush through the tires,
bust through those doors without using your hands to lead and finally
survive a
beat down from our associates on the other end to cross the finish.
Designed with street toughness in mind to physically and mentally
toughen you up since
you two apparently can't even get the job done against a guy with a
Grey's Anatomy jones and his ambiguously gay sidekick.
Spice: Dawg.
Rage: Nah, man. He's got a point. We had no excuse for that mess last
show. But, on the real, Dub, ain't this is a little psycho.
1WA: Guys, the reason you haven't gotten anywhere here is you've got
the wrong focus. I've got nothing against gettin' paid and getting'
laid. Hell, I do
it more than you do.
Spice [snickers]: Not with Lolita.
1WA: You rather Holly "I've Been Passed Around More Times Than A Joint"
Hotbody?
Rage: Gotcha there, cuz.
1WA: Let me remind you that in the process of getting the MBC World
Title, I had my ribs busted up, had people try to throw me off the
Bastardtron, gone
through the roof of the Ballbreaker Cage and got caned for my troubles.
You wanna rep the streets here. Bring that mentality because it's going
to be that
hard to come up here. I've got us up to the top. But you've got to come
harder for all of us to stay here.
Rage: I'm all for that, but if I'm about to damn near get killed for
this, it's gonna be in a match, not out here.
1WA: I figured your skirts might fly up out here, so I decided to bring
along someone who knows what an Amity mentality is all about. Someone
who can show
and prove since you can't do it. Welcome in the newest member of
Amity...
["Poison Bliss" Myra Benedict.
Yep, her.
Myra's dressed in a sleeveless black "Taste of Poison" t-shirt, blue
denim jeans, and black boots on her feet. Her wavy, dark brown hair
with the red
highlights falls down around her shoulders, framing her scarred face.
Stepping beside Angel, a smirk creases her lips. Amusement at the
shock visible on
the remaining three Amity members' faces.]
Tran: What on earth is..
1WA: There's a problem Ami?
Tran: We never discussed.
1WA: Didn't need to. I lead. You manage. And being you so cozy and
content with that, I needed to bring in someone who's actually going to
dominate the
women's division.
[Ami, despite visibly boiling over, is silenced.]
1WA: So, Myra, since the boys seem too scared to run through a simple
drill, why don't you show them how it's done?
[Myra approached the Amity Gauntlet and takes a small moment to sizes
it up before dashing right into it. She makes her way through the tires
with ease,
not remotely phased by the glass. She busted through the doors, not
with much power but without a loss in stride. She finally shakes the
first two
associates and trips Xavier into the rushing third associate. Nino
grabs Myra from behind, but Myra quickly breaks it with a swift kick
that buckles Nino's
knee forcing him to let go and walks across the finish. While Xavier
and the associates check up on Nino whose knee is seemingly injured,
Myra walks back
to her new stablemates.]
PBMB: Thought you said this was supposed to be a test.
Tran: Fine, you made it through. But I'm still Queen Bee here.
PBMB: That so?
[Cue fiendish smirk.]
PBMB: Then it seems to me that the... [chuckles] "Queen" should be
better than all of us at that little test, wouldn't you agree?
1WA: Ladies, ladies. Play nice. You can save that energy for the
Sisterhood.
[Angel pats Myra on the back.]
1WA: Nice work. The women's division will soon see why you're its
future.
[Ami glares at Myra, still unhappy about the new addition.]
1WA: So, boys. Who's next?
[Rage rather cautiously approaches the gauntlet while Spice looks at
Ami in disbelief at what he's just witnessed. We fade to black as we
see Rage finally
start some confidence before running the gauntlet.]
Pinhead: Now THAT is groundbreaking.
Slush: See? My son is far too busy to deal with Tom "I need a MaxiPad"
Landis. He's got mad leadership skills and he's using them to build a
force of
domination.
Pinhead: You realize don't you that you can only ride somebody's
coattails if they allow you too?
Slush: Your point?
Skullhead: He's not your son and eventually he's going to push you off.
Pinhead: Preferably off a bridge.
Slush: I am shocked at the audacity you two have! To speak in such a
way to the father of someone as respected as the One-Winged Angel. I
have street cred
running through my veins!
Tinkle: MEEP!
Slush: Street cred is not contagious.
[Backstage, things are looking rather relaxed. In fact, so does one
person in particular, because dead-smack in the middle of the place is
a Laz-E-Boy
recliner already in its fully reclined position. Right next to it is an
open cooler, and we see blue bottles of BAWLS peeking out of a hill of
ice. A hand
floats down to grab a bottle, and a head turns around to give the
camera a silly grin. Brown eyes, five-o'clock shadow, and a smile that
would amaze The
Joker himself... "Heavy Mental" Dave Pietka.]
[The camera gets closer, and there's a small television with a built-in
DVD player on a fold-up table in front of Pietka, playing "The
Producers"...]
D. Pietka: I had nothing to do and no dressing room to do it in... so I
figured I'd set up here.
[Mental turns back to the television, which is on mute but there are
subtitles for his viewing pleasure. He's in one of his usual
T-shirts... this one is
saying "Do You Hear That? It's The Sound Of No One Caring!" in big,
white, block lettering. He doesn't seem to acknowledge the camera as he
speaks,
seemingly concentrating on the telly.]
D. Pietka: Well, I guess a successful debut's a successful debut, eh?
Even if it is against someone desperate enough to subject themselves to
electro-shock
therapy in the middle of a fight... some people are just masochistic. I
used to think I had the lousiest luck with two things; debuts and
tournaments.
Seeing that I kicked ass in both recently should tell me something
about myself... or at least get me to move on to something else.
[Pietka glances over to the camera, a playful glint in his eye while he
twists off the cap to his BAWLS.]
D. Pietka: Which leads me to the entirety of the Mighty Bastard
Championship. Heh... I'm never gonna get tired of that name. 'I am
Bastard, here me roar.
With blue BAWLS too big to ignore...' It almost writes itself.
[Once again, his attention is drawn away from the camera to the
television. He laughs as he watches Nathan Lane scream "YOU NEVER PUT
YOUR OWN MONEY INTO A
SHOW!" at Matthew Broderick, and brings his finger to his eye to wipe
away a tear... but their isn't one.]
D. Pietka: Anyway, I'm wondering what to do next. Plotting my next move
on the chess field of Bastard, so to speak. I mean, I still don't know
anything
about anyone. Last time I was in a place like that, I hung out on the
big stage with a hunk of Italian Sandwich and watched the whole card.
It ended up
being a right good show, but I really didn't learn anything. So, maybe
a change in tactic is in order.
[Pietka pushes pause on a remote, and then shifts his position to face
the camera. Still reclined, but now on his side, he props his head on
his fist and
gazes at the audience. He seems a little distraught at the idea of
changing behavior and the like.]
D. Pietka: To me, the biggest problem is that... well... most of my
tactics involve some manner of mayhem and controlled chaos, and I don't
know anyone
'intimately' enough to sow my seeds just yet. I'm not one for picking a
fight for the sake of picking a fight. I'm crazy, guys, not
s[MEEP]-nuts. Some of
you guys might actually be able to hurt me. So why place myself in some
kind of stupid and dangerous situation with a proper reward?
[He appears lost in thought for a moment, but then he shrugs and turns
himself back to face the television.]
D. Pietka: So, I guess the best idea would be to bide my time. Keep an
eye and an ear open, make sure nothing passes my notice. Which isn't
gonna be a
problem, since nothing get past me but the obvious. So, for now...
everyone can keep running wild and free. Things are going to take
shape, I promise you.
You'll get to see that whatever rumors you've heard about me are
false...
[He looks back to the camera, a more crazed, rictus-like grin on his
face than before.]
D. Pietka: ...your gonna see that I can be so much worse than that.
[He raises up his bottle, almost to toast whoever's watching, and then
tips it back as we fade out.]
Skullhead: Can't fault him for that. Really, he's taking an extremely
smart approach to things.
Slush: Sitting back and watching? That's all I ever do.
Pinhead: But the difference is that he'll actually apply what he learns
and he'll even get off his ass to you know, work.
Slush: I don't follow.
Pinhead: Am I not leaving behind enough breadcrumbs?
Slush: Breadcrumbs? Why in the hell would you leave breadcrumbs.
Pinhead: It's a figure of speech Slush.
Slush: Speech is vocal. it has not physical body therefore no "figure".
Pinhead: I...
Skullhead: Are you sure you want to continue down this road?
Pinhead: No, not really.
Tinkle: MEEP!
Slush: Oooh, burn!
Skullhead: Regardless, we'll be hearing from Pietka for shows to come
I'm sure.
Tinkle: MEEP!
Slush: Yes, yes, his valet is nice too.
Skullhead: The time has come for our main event ladies and gentlemen
and let me tell you, this is possibly the biggest Psycho Driver Title
match in the
championship's history.
Slush: Until the next biggest match.
Skullhead: Former champions Holly Hotbody and Amazing Grace challenge
Lolita and Leanna Loves not only for the titles but also for the right
to stay in the
MBC. The losers of this match have to leave the league.
Pinhead: And if the Loves lose, that will leave a lot of disappointed
fans.
Slush: Leanna is such a prude. I think the people here would rather
look at Holly Hotbody anyways.
Pinhead; But you can just Google her and find what you're looking for.
Slush: I wouldn't Google her. I don't swing that way. And I've promised
myself for Taylor MacKenzie.
Pinhead: I knew we couldn't go a whole show without me having to
correct you and tell you that Taylor is a woman.
Slush: Enough of your propaganda! Turn your attention back to this
historic match!
Skullhead: We've heard from everyone involved and now, all that's left
is to get to the match.
__ _______ _____________________________________________
/ |/ / __ )/ ____/ PSYCHO DRIVER TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH
/ /|_/ / __ / / THE LOVE SISTERS (c)
/ / / / /_/ / /___ versus
/_/ /_/_____/\____/ HOT COMMODITIES
|
|____________________________________________Writer: Andre Dec
[Holly and Lolita circle each other as the match begins, locking up in
the center of the ring. An armdrag by Lolita draws an immediate protest
from Holly,
who motions to referee O. Migod that her hair was pulled in the
attempt. As Migod warns Lolita, Holly moves to her feet, leaning up
against the ropes. A
second lockup leads to a rear waistlock from Holly, who mugs for the
crowd. Lolita slips free and reverses the hold, pushing Holly into the
ropes. As Holly
rebounds, Lolita hits her with a dropkick to the chest that sends Holly
hard to the mat.]
[Holly scrambles to the corner and tags in Grace, and Lolita steps
back, watching the two from mid-ring. As Grace motions for Lolita to
approach, the
two circle each other, locking up in a collar and elbow tie-up, with
Grace forcing her back into the corner. As Grace gives Lolita a clean
break, stepping
back, Holly grabs the back of Lolita's ring attire and drops off the
apron, pulling her back into the corner by the elastic. As Lolita
turns, pointing at
Holly and yelling at her, Grace springs off the middle rope and locks
her legs around Lolita's waist, pulling her over in a springboard
reverse sunset flip
for the pin!]
1
2
Kickout!
[Grace rolls to her feet, complaining about the slow count, and lashing
out with a hard left boot to Lolita's jaw as she rises. With her
opponent slowed,
Grace quickly bounces off the near ropes and hits Lolita with a rolling
neckbreaker. Another pin doesn't even net a one count as Lolita gets
her foot on
the ropes. As Grace pushes up, she rests her knee squarely on Lolita's
breastbone, causing a loud cry from her. Migod begins the count as
Lolita's foot
rests on the bottom rope, and Grace breaks the move at four. As Grace
rises to her feet, she pulls Lolita up and whips her across the ring.
Lolita ducks a
clothesline, but is caught off the other side with a Tiger Knee,
sending her down to the mat hard. The pin...]
1
2
Broken up by Leanna Love!
[Grace takes a swing at Love as she moves out of range, the referee
intercepting Leanna as she moves to attack Grace. Grace and Holly hit a
double
stomachbreaker on Lolita and mimic the tag sound to switch places. As
Grace leaves the ring, Holly ties up Lolita in an abdominal stretch,
pulling the body
taut. As the crowd jeers, she pumps her free arm in the air]
[After the hold gets no sign of submission, Holly hoists Lolita up over
her shoulder for a slam, only for Lolita to slide like dead weight down
Holly's
back. Holly spins with a high leg kick that Lolita ducks, rolling to
the ropes. As she dives with a right hand at Lolita, Lolita ducks
again, rolling
across the ring as Holly stops less than an inch from popping her own
partner in the face. A look of relief turns quickly to worry as Lolita
springs behind
her to tag Leanna in. HUGE POP!]
[Leanna nails Holly with a right hand, followed by a right to Grace to
knock her to the ground hard. As Holly gets up, Leanna bounds off the
ropes and
hits a bulldog to drop the schemer to the mat, and Grace blocks a punch
only to catch a headbutt to the bridge of her nose to send her back. A
dropkick
sends Grace over the top rope and to the floor, and Holly backs into
the corner as Leanna and Lolita both advance on Holly in the corner. A
tandem
flying forearm sends Holly back hard and she slumps to the bottom two
turnbuckles. As the Loves back up, Leanna whips Lolita into the corner,
where she
hits a perfect dropkick to the face, rolling out of the way for Leanna
to follow. A quick pinfall from Leanna leads to a two count, but Holly
gets her foot
on the ropes.]
[Holly is pulled to her feet and a quick tag brings Lolita back in. The
two whip Holly into the ropes, with Lolita clipping out Holly's legs as
Leanna
hits a DDT on the airborne body. Rolling to the side, Leanna makes way
for Lolita to hit a backflip pin, which once again only gets a two
count. A
quick tag, and the half sister is hoisted up over their shoulders.
Grace rolls into the ring and hits a chop block on Lolita, causing her
to release Holly.
Held only by one, Holly shifts her weight and grip and falls back in a
momentum-laced DDT that leaves both competitors motionless on the mat.]
[Holly is the first to her feet, and she lays the boots to Leanna,
finally kicking her outside the ring. With a wave to the crowd, she
bounces off the
far ropes and dives through the ropes to tackle Leanna down. Grabbing
her half sister's hair, she bangs her head off the concrete again and
again until
she's pulled off by Lolita. As Holly slaps Lolita's hands off her, she
also reaches out and slaps Lolita across the face, yelling at her.
Lolita responds
with a slap of her own and the two of them start brawling then and
there over Leanna. As Grace makes her way around, Lolita pushes Holly
back into her
hard, sending both of them to the ground. Faced with a fight or flight
scenario, Holly pulls back, opting for the latter, as Grace watches her
partner
pulling away. She turns in time to get hit hard with a right hand as
Leanna starts to rise to her feet, clutching her head]
[As Kari Stevens makes her way down the ramp, the Love sisters whip
Grace into the steel ring steps. Stevens pulls out a piece of jewelry-a
chain with a
large thick gem at the top...and as She gives Holly a pep talk, she
also slides it into Holly's hand. Holly rolls under the ropes, winding
the chain around
her fist and holding it hidden against her side.]
[Lolita turns her focus to Grace solely as Leanna rolls into the ring,
and Leanna lashes out with a fierce kick to the midsection that doubles
Holly over
in pain. As Leanna sets up for a suplex, however, she sees Kari making
her way to the timekeeper's table and picking up one of the tag belts.
She releases
Holly and runs to the ropes to yell a warning, and Kari narrowly misses
Lolita with a swing of the belt, lashing out with a boot and a faceslam
onto the
ring steps that saps Kari's strength.]
[As Leanna turns back, however, she's struck hard with the gemstone,
and falls against the ropes. As Holly tosses the jewelry out of the
ring, out of sight
of O. Migod, she grabs Leanna's head and pulls her down with the
Hotshot. Lolita, seeing her sister in danger, moves to enter the ring,
but her legs are
grabbed by both Kari and Grace, and she is unable to pull free]
1
2
3
DING!!! DING!!
Skullhead: Damnit! No!
RING ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match by
pinfall...
...and NEEEEEEEEWWWWWW Psycho Driver Tag Team Champions...
HOT COMMMMOOOOODDDDIIIITIIIIIEEEESS!!!
Pinhead: And with that, the Loves are forced to leave the MBC. Thats
yet another time tonight that the referees have screwed it up.
Slush; Somebody get Mark Cuban on the horn! Bad ref! Bad bad ref!
[The referee is handed the championship belts by the ring attendant and
hands them to the new champions. Holly and Grace take the belts
greedily before
having their arms raises by Kari Stevens in victory. The celebration
however is short lived as Leanna jumps Holly from behind and Lolita
tackles Grace.]
Pinhead: Damn right! Stick it to them!
Skullhead: The Loves have snapped! They're really given it to the new
champs now!
Slush: Where the hell was this during the match?
[Lolita and Leanna really lay into Holly and Grace. The referee tries
to intervene but there's just no stopping the love.]
Skullhead: As it were.
[Leanna knocks Holly to the ground but before the former champion can
do anything, Kari Stevens pulls Hotbody out. Leanna tries to follow but
the referee
gets in the way. Lolita attempts a DDT on Gracie but Kari again comes
to the save. Kari pulls Gracie to the outside. Lolita looks to follow
but Leanna
stops her. The referee points for the new champs to get the hell out of
dodge. They waste no time in doing so, while the Love's cope.]
Skullhead: Such a horrible end to such great MBC careers. But the
Dallas crowd is on their feet for a standing ovation.
Pinhead: A well deserved standing ovation.
Slush: Yeah... well.... maybe...
[Leanna and Lolita, while disappointed in the loss, look into the crowd
and can't help but smile as the standing fans show their appreciation
for their
many year's service. They wave to the crowd, appreciative of the
response. They earned it. They deserved it. And if wrestling has taught
us anything over
the years, its that they may be gone. But it won't be forever...
Fade to sweet merciful black.]