<MBC> House of Bastards Hr. 2 7-13-06
Cygnia
[The scene opens backstage to the dressing room of The Sisterhood of
Seduction. The room is impeccably designed, set up like a small
boutique, complete
with racks of shoes and clothing, as well as a plush carpeting and art
deco furniture. Our attention is drawn to "The Goddess" Nina Larue as
she stands
before a mirrored vanity, running a brush through her long, raven
tresses. The young woman wears a black, Valentino dress and heels,
diamonds at her
neck.]
Nina: [counting to herself]
Ninety-seven...ninety-eight....ninety-nine....
[Suddenly, the door opens and her tag partner, Tiffany Lane, enters.
The buxom blonde is clad in a backless, black top and a matching,
micro-mini skirt,
completing the look with heels, her hair falling down her back in
curls. Nina addresses her best friend, continuing her brushing, her
eyes never leaving
the mirror.]
Nina: Hey, where've you been?
Tiffany: [frowns] I stepped out for a second to use my cell phone. And,
while I was out there, some idiot kid actually walked up to me and
asked for an
autograph. Can you believe it?
[Tiffany sniffs in disbelief.]
Tiffany: As if I have time to waste, hanging with illiterate hood rats.
Who do they think I am? Ami Tran?
Nina: Please, honey. With that travesty she calls a hairstyle? No one
would _ever_ make that mistake.
[Tiffany giggles, making her way to one of the racks of clothing.]
Tiffany: Very true.
[She grabs two bra tops, one in black, the other in peach.]
Tiffany: So, who are we wearing tonight? Gucci or D&G?
[Nina's finally drawn from gazing at her own reflection and turns to
face Tiffany. "The Goddess" takes a moment to look over both tops,
mulling over her
choices.]
Nina: Hmm. I think I'm feeling very Gucci tonight. They've always
brought us luck.
[Tiffany places the tops aside and smirks.]
Tiffany: Yeah, like we'll need any of that. Take a look at who we're
facing tonight, Nina. A washed-up has-been, a slutty hoe, and a drag
queen. If
anyone's going to be needing any luck, it'll be those jokers. Besides,
we have _so_ many advantages, going into this match, that it isn't even
funny.
[Tiffany takes a seat on the nearby couch, crossing her shapely legs.]
Tiffany: Besides the obvious, you and I have been friends and tag
partners for years. And Kari's your cousin, plus has been my tag
partner on more than a
few occasions too. Those other chicks barely know one another. In fact,
from what I understand, there was a time when Tara Smith and Susan
Davis were
enemies and at one another's throats! And Taylor? I don't think either
of them have spoken as much as two words to him, since he joined the
MBC.
[Tiffany waves her hand dismissively.]
Tiffany: We've got this match in the bag. All we have to do is show up
and collect the win.
Nina: Now, now, Tiffany. Normally, I would agree with you. But we are
facing Tara Smith, after all, and we must be very careful. After all,
she is the
same woman that's somehow managed to cheat herself to wins over you,
me, and Kari, in the past.
[The memories draw a frown to Nina's lips as Tiffany rolls her eyes.]
Nina: Sneaky opportunist that she is.
Tiffany: You give her far too much credit. It's called luck and Tara's
ran out, when Holly single-handedly defeated and made a fool of her.
After that
loss, I'm sure that wench's been knocked for a loop. I mean, what kind
of women's champion is she, when she can't even win matches, when her
title isn't
on the line?
[A confident smirk crosses Tiffany's face.]
Tiffany: If you ask me, we're going to be dealing with a Tara Smith
that's a mere shadow of her former self, making her ripe for the
pickings.
Nina: I hope that you're right about that. She's always been
so...crafty.
Tiffany: Trust me, I am. Tara will _not_ be a problem tonight. Neither
will the drag queen. After all, they love me. Now, Susan Davis? She's
probably
going to be our biggest irritation. But a little flash of leg, a little
glimpse of the cleav, and I think we can get her under control too.
Nina: [laughs] Well, we have made worse sacrifices to get what we want.
Either way, I predict that this will be a big night for the Sisterhood.
Tiffany: And MBC obviously agreed, since they gave us the main event.
But really, what other choice did they have? We are the most dominant
group here,
after all. We have the Psycho Driver tag titles and a win over the
women's champion, not to mention Grace and Holly running off those
damned Love Sisters.
Who else here can even hold a candle to that?
Nina: Exactly. We have truly made the MBC our own. I always expected
greatness, with the group that we've assembled, but I never imagined it
would happen
so quickly for us. I think we've truly set the bar.
Tiffany: [nods] And if there are still any idiots out there that are
sitting around doubting what we can do, well, tonight's massacre should
be all of the
evidence that they'll need.
[She stands to her feet and grabs the black outfit.]
Tiffany: Anyway, I'd better get changed and ready. See you in a few.
[Tiffany walks off as Nina returns her attention to her favorite
person: herself, as she brushes her hair, her eyes back on her
reflection.]
Nina: Smith, Davis, Mackenzie, you girls have _no_ idea what you're in
for.
[A pleased smirk crosses her lips as the scene fades.]
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[The logo fades, probably off to be locked away into a box like a
leather clad, ball gagged gimp. Hmm... that was too much information
wasn't it. Oh well.
Not like it matters. You come here for the weird.]
Slush: They do?
[Yes.]
Slush: So that would explain the itching?
[Ummm.... no.]
Pinhead: That's just great.
Skullhead: We are back for our second hour ladies and gentlemen and
we...
[The arena suddenly blacks out and for a moment we are left in darkness
and the guitar laced "Advent One-Winged Angel" starts to play and gold
lighting
floods the arena as fog emerges from the entrance portal. The
Bastardtron flashes an image of a burning black rose on a cross and
aside from the cheering
"streets," a chorus of boos sounded throughout the arena.]
Slush: MY SON!!!
Pinhead: How many times do we have to tell you he's not your son?
Slush: How can you deny the resemblance?
Skullhead: Let it go. There's no winning with him.
[MBC World Champion One-Winged Angel rises up from beneath the fog with
his back to the audience. He wears a black doubled-breasted suit, gator
shoes and
carries his cane his left hand and title belt over his right shoulder.
1WA turns to face the audience which erupts and smirks as he makes his
way down the
aisle.]
Skullhead: One has to think the Angel's wants to address the challenge
Tom Landis laid outlast week, but the more compelling question of the
moment has to
be the state of Amity. There definitely appears to be some tension in
the ranks about Angel bringing in Myra Benedict without consulting the
rest of the
group.
Slush: My son is doing what's best for Amity. They'll fall in line or
be taken down with an iron wing.
Pinhead: What!?
Tinkle: MEEP!
Slush: That made perfect sense.
[1WA forgoes his usual climbing of the ring ropes and just hops onto
the apron and enters the ring. He takes a moment to pose, holding up
the title belt
while the golden waterfall drops behind him and then uses his cane to
signal to cut his music. He tend drops the cane and produces a mic from
his pants. He
seems to struggle with getting to mic to work for a moment, getting a
cheer from the crowd, but eventually gets it to work.]
1WA: Ya'll really need to go out and get laid if it only takes THAT to
excite you.
[Cue the boos.]
1WA: Damn and to think a week ago, you all were cheering me again. Now
I'm not going to front like I don't know what's really going on. I may
not like you
and you may not like me for telling you like it is...
[More booing.]
1WA:....but we're on the same page about one thing; Tom Landis is full
of [MEEP]!
[Crowd pop, maybe more for the obscenity than agreement.]
1WA: I'm not sure if I heard this dip[MEEP] correctly. This idiot said
there's a conspiracy to hold him back for the past two years and he's
mad he hasn't
gotten a title shot when the MBC wasn't even running. He said I fluked
a victory over Crimson.'
Now, I normally don't make a habit of addressing comments as stupid as
only Holly Hotbody could make, but I'll humor you for a moment Tom.
Remember a few
key things before you bring your fake ass out here and address these
bastards out here and THE Bastard himself.
First, it didn't take the Fraternity Boys and a Russian tank for me to
drop Crimson for the title. I went into the quintessential MBC match,
The
Ballbreaker Cage and handle my business all by my lonesome. People
dislike me because I'm so damn good and no one can do anything about
it. People dislike
because you simply suck!
[Crowd pop.]
Secondly, Mr. UWF, this is the M-B-[MEEP]IN'-C! You want to go around
claiming a shot at me, get a contract, or better yet, GET A WIN! Last I
checked, you
came back and got your ass BEAT by Crawford and so as far as where you
stand in line right now for a shot at this, take your place behind
D-Day Sanders,
chump!
[Crowd pop!]
What I hold over my shoulder is not just a World Title. This is a
legacy. My legacy with it started two years ago when I beat one of the
greatest legends
the MBC has to get this. And thanks to Lee reopening shop, I get to
build upon that. So as far as title shots go, I'm only granted that to
those who
deserve a shot at that legacy and will build my own legacy.
When I step in the ring with this title on the line, whether I win or
lose....and bet your ass I'll win....I'm making sure the MBC title and
its
legacy. Because I may not respect you, I may not respect these
fair-weather fans, but I don't respect anything else in this arena, I
respect this title.
So with the MBC 10th Anniversary Show around the corner, I'm giving
this title, that show, the history of the MBC something it will be
proud of. I'm
calling for something the MBC has never seen before and something that
will keep the MBC fans still talking ten years from now. And what I
want is
simple and everyone from the cheap seat to the front office are dying
to see:
The Bastard and THE DON of the MBC One-Winged Angel against the epitome
of MBC Legend....
... STAN CRAWFORD!!!!
[The crowd erupts in approval.]
1WA: And Stan, don't worry about getting on my level. Be prepared to
make a new one when you get in the ring with me. HOLLA!
["Advent: One-Winged Angel" plays as 1WA leaves the ring and heads back
up the aisle. And though some fans finally remember they don't like him
and
resume booing, many are too psyched as the prospect of 1WA-Crawford to
do it now.]
Skullhead: You heard it folks! We have ourselves a main event for the
MBC's Tenth Anniversary show!
Pinhead: For the first time ever... I think... One-Winged Angel faces
"The Shotgun" Stan Crawford.
Skullhead: For the MBC World Championship no less.
Slush: You're both forgetting something extremely important right here.
Pinhead: What's that?
Slush: My son totally dicked over Tom Landis! That's great!
Tinkle: MEEP!
Slush: You're right! How can ANYONE doubt that the One-Winged Angel is
my son now?
Pinhead: Oh there are plenty of ways.
Slush: Silence! Let me bask in my son's greatness!
Pinhead: And ride his coattails?
Slush: Exactly!
Skullhead: Moving on here, our next contest of the evening features two
of the MBC's new outstanding talent. "Heavy Mental" Dave Pietka squares
off against
Justin Harper.
Pinhead: Pietka seems pretty prepared for this contest. And anxious as
well.
Slush: That girlfriend of his should help him work off some of that
anxiety.
Pinhead: Careful there Slush.
Slush: What? Why? I'm just saying is all. They could relieve stress by
having...
Pinhead: SLUSH!
Slush: I was going to say a round of Uno. You know the card game?
Pinhead: ...
Skullhead: ...
Slush: What?
Skullhead: Let's get to the match.
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[The bell rings with both men in the ring. Justin and Mental advance on
each other, showing every sign of locking up. At the last second,
Mental
ducks under Harper's arms, and pops right back up to deliver an elbow
to the throat and then a stiff kick to the midsection as the first shot
knocks Harper back. Harper falls back into the ropes, sitting down on
the middle rope. Pietka follows, jumping and lashing out with a
roundhouse kick
that's meant to take Harper's head off. Instead, Harper reaches out,
grabbing Pietka from midair as he rises, takes a quick three steps and
powerslams
Pietka into the mat and going for the quick cover.]
1
2
[Mental kicks out and starts to roll away. Harper reaches for him, but
pulls quickly back when Pietka tries to bite his fingers. the surprise
of it allows
him the chance to change directions and roll in closer to Harper,
delivering a wicked headbutt that catches Harper square between the
eyes. the force, and
location of the blow slump Harper back down to the mat. Pietka rolls
away from his opponent, then starts to kipup to his feet. However,
halfway through, he
falls back to the mat, using the momentum to power kicking the dazed
but rising Harper in the face, leveling him. Quickly, Pietka is up on
his feet and
running for the ropes. he jumps, using them to power a twisting
springboard moonsault that crashes down onto Harper and allows him to
set for the pin.]
1
2
[Harper barely manages to get his arm up in time to beat the ref. A
flicker of surprise crosses the features of Pietka, but it passes as
briefly as it
came. Instead, Pietka wastes no time getting to his feet and bringing
Harper with him. A quick whip sends the other man into the corner, with
Mental
following and delivering his previously intended leaping kick to the
head. mental lands and catches Harper, stopping him from collapsing.
Instead, he
cinches him and goes for a DDT, but Harper managed to hook a leg on the
ropes, blocking the attempt. thrown off balance by how sudden it was,
Pietka is
unprepared for Harper to cinch his waist and left him up. In the air,
Pietka struggles to get free, while Harper struggles to control his
opponent.
Harper finally wins the battle by dropping mental down on the top rope,
crotching him.]
[The audience barely has time to give the requisite sympathy groan
before Harper is hoisting Mental up in the air again. With less
resistance this time, it
is much easier for Harper to drop back, driving Pietka's face into the
top turnbuckle. Pulling up, Harper gets behind Pietka and stands on his
thighs.
reaching down, he grabs him by the chin and pulls back, stretching his
opponent out. Mental struggles, and finally gets his fingertips on the
ropes,
curling a finger around to force the rope break. releasing the stretch,
Harper brings Pietka up for an inverted DDT, but instead grabs Mental's
leg,
lifting him fully up for an Ugly-looking and possibly painful
piledriver. Before he can deliver it, Pietka's other leg comes free and
lashed up, catching
Harper in the face with the knee. Harper's grip loosens, but he hangs
on. A second knee throws him off balance and both men crash to the mat
and struggle
to separate themselves. Harper makes his feet first and heads back for
Mental, directly into a mule kick delivered straight to his groin. the
air rushes
out of Harper faster than he can scream in pain, though his attempt
isn't missed by the audience. From there, it is elementary for Pietka
to move in and
apply his Ozzie Nelson choke stretch.]
RING ANNOUNCER: The winner of this match... "HEAVY MENTAL" DAVE PIETKA!
Skullhead: Great victory for Pietka there. His strongest to date.
Slush: Like he's had so many.
Pinhead: Is it your goal to piss off everyone on the roster?
Slush: Only the ones I don't like.
Pinhead: Which brings me back to my original question.
Tinkle: MEEP!
Slush: Exactly.
Tinkle: MEEP!
Slush: You want answers, you go to the hamster.
Skullhead: Well maybe we don't need some answers, but I'm told we're
being allowed into Amity's lockerroom. Lets get to it.
[Backstage outside the Amity locker room. Nino and Xavier stand guard,
Nino doing his best to keep weight off his bad knee. Down the hall, a
young woman
turns a corner, making her way toward the two men.
"Poison Bliss" Myra Benedict.
She's dressed in a sleeveless black "Sounds of the Underground"
t-shirt, blue denim jeans, and black boots on her feet. Her wavy, dark
brown hair with the
usual red highlights falls down around her shoulders, framing her
scarred face. A crowbar with a sickle attached to the curved end is
held firmly in her
right hand, while a sheathed knife is strapped to her left thigh.
And the two Amity security guards immediately step out of her way,
perhaps fearing further injury. As Myra passes, she glances down at
Nino's knee,
smirking fiendishly at her handiwork. She opens the locker room door
and steps inside, immediately greeted by someone who just doesn't seem
to like her
very much.]
Tran: Well look what trash the draft blew in.
["Supervixen" Ami Tran leans against a desk in the Amity locker room
dress in red strapless top, black jeans and matching sandals. She
stares a hole right
through Benedict who looks back not phased and slightly amused. Rage
and Spice sit at table playing dominoes in the background behind Tran,
attempting to
ignore the tension in the room.]
Tran: Though it looks like she showed up dressed for her day job. Go
back to the slaughterhouse and have an accident, bitch.
PBMB: An accident, you say?
[Chuckling, she rests the crowbar/sickle on her shoulder as she takes
several steps toward Ami.]
PBMB: Like when you fell on your face in the tire section of Angel's
little obstacle course?
Or was that deliberate?
[Ami's face turns beet red at this and steps off the desk.]
Tran: So you mastered one little obstacle course. Means nothing in
here. You're still a small fry. You're still the new girl. And it still
mean if I snap
my fingers and tell you to walk to Fort Worth to get me a sugar cookie,
you're going to do it.
PBMB: Tell me this, Ami...
[Another step closer.]
PBMB: How are you going to snap those fingers after I've ripped both of
your thumbs out of their sockets, hmmm?
[But before Ami can answer her, Myra continues.]
PBMB: If you want to just talk, go join the Sisterhood of Seduction.
[She makes a face in contempt of that very name.]
PBMB: But if you want to be of actual value, keep your mouth shut. Who
knows, you might actually _learn_ something from Angel's decision to
bring me in..
[At this point Rage, finally gets up from the domino game to break
things up.]
Rage: Ladies, ladies. This right here, all this bickerin' and fightin',
this isn't what it is right now. This [MEEP] ain't Amity!
Spice: Damn, Cuz, let 'em go. Hell they might rip each other's clothes
off.
Rage: I don't know if you see what Myra's clutchin' right now, but as
family, dawg, I'd be quiet before you get Bobbitted up in here.
[Rage now stands between the ladies, a little closer to Tran
considering what Benedict is holding.]
Rage: Ami, just bein' real, I'm not much happier with Dub just bringin'
someone in without talkin' to us first either. But, Myra, the girl got
skills. So
ain't hurtin' us. That said...[turns to face Myra] running through here
looking like Death's daughter ain't help things either. Do what you do,
but if ya'll
wanna [MEEP] someone up around here go find the Sisterhood.
[Myra turns her glare from Ami to Rage, and nods. She then sets her
crowbar/sickle down in a corner out of the way.]
PBMB: [to Rage] Sounds like fun to me.
[Returns her gaze to Ami.]
PBMB: Just remember one thing... _Everything_ is a test. What you say,
what you do, your reactions to others, how you fight, _if_ you fight...
[She then eyes Rage and Spice as well.]
PBMB: Angel not only brought me in here not only to have a member who
dominates the women's division, but also to help him in getting the
rest of you on
the same page.
Tougher...
Meaner...
More vicious...
Willing to go to _any_ lengths to accomplish your goals.
Rage: Stop. Hate to cut you off cuz, but this right here is the
problem. We all just sittin' 'round here talkin'. You and me talkin'.
Ami, talkin'. Myra,
for all your "tests," sickles, and attitude, right now all you're doin'
is talkin'. You want to get us all on the same page, shut up, show and
prove. Ami,
same token, you're not fightin' and Angel's the one comin' off injury.
Spice, same goes for us. That what we do from now on around here. Show
and prove.
Whoever does, that we follow. Meantime, I'd like to get back to our
damn domino game, aight?
[Rage heads back to the table and picks his dominoes back.up. Ami
stares at him a bit surprise before returning her attention and glare
to Myra.]
PBMB: [to Rage] A fair request. Though I'd take to more...
"productive" things than a simple game.
[And now she too returns her gaze to Ami. Pulling her knife from its
sheath on her thigh, and a sharpening stone from a pocket, she steps
over to a wall
and sits down against it on the floor, getting to work sharpening her
blade. Ami just stays in place, an untrusting glare aimed at Myra.
Fade.]
Slush: Somehow, those two fighting has to be marketable. I wonder if my
son would let me tape that.
Pinhead: Honestly, I doubt that.
Skullhead: Developments within Amity will certainly be interesting to
watch. Angel has been fairly straight forward in going after what he
wants. And the
rest of his team isn't neccesarily on the same page with him.
Slush: They'll come around. It happens with all great leaders.
Pinhead: I doubt he's going to let you into the club, no matter how
much you suck up to him.
Slush: Oh, I don't think you can even imagine the levels of suck I will
resort to.
Pinhead: I think I can leave that one well enough on its own.
Tinkle: MEEP!
[Fade backstage. "Tornado" Tara Smith is stretching before the six
woman tag team match. Tara is dressed in a silver sports bra, silver
hotpants, white
kneepads and white wrestling boots.]
Female voice: There you are!
[Tara turns around and sees her younger sister "Firebird" Katie Smith
walking towards her. The titian haired teen is wearing a gold sports
bra, gold hot
pants, a gold miniskirt and gold wrestling boots with kicking pads.
Tara smiles at her younger sister.]
TTS: Hey there Katie! Why are you dressed to wrestle? You don't have a
match tonight.
FKS: Well I thought you, Susan and Taylor could use some backup.
TTS: [laughing] I'm sure we can handle Kari, Tiffany and Nina. I've
beaten all three of them in the past. Don't worry about it.
FKS: But won't Holly and Gracie be waiting in the wings? You of all
people know how the Sisterhood operates.
TTS: You have a point. The Sisterhood of Seduction has never been one
for fair play.
FKS: That's an understatement!
[Tara nods]
TTS: I know exactly how the Sisterhood operates. That's why I'd prefer
if you were not at ringside tonight. You're just starting out in this
business and
you haven't made any enemies yet.
FKS: EXCUSE ME! Tara, that's among the most ridiculous things you've
said. It doesn't matter if I come to the ring or not. The Sisterhood
hates you and it
won't matter to them whether I'm at ringside or watching from a
backstage monitor. The fact that I'm your sister is enough to make me
an enemy in their
eyes.
TTS: You have a point. I just don't want to see you get hurt.
[Katie sighs]
FKS: You still only think of me as your little sister.
TTS: Well you ARE my little sister.
FKS: Yes I am, but I'm also a fully trained wrestler and I can take
care of myself. That also means that I am your sister and you can trust
me to look
after you just like I can trust you to look after me.
[Tara nods]
TTS: Katie, you've shown to me in the ring that you are more than
capable of taking care of yourself. I'd be honored to have you at
ringside tonight.
[Katie beams]
FKS: Thank you very much, Tara. I will not let you down.
[fade out]
Tinkle: MEEP! MEEP!
Pinhead: Best behavior hamster.
Slush: Don't speak to him like that!
Tinkle: MEEP! MEEP!
Slush: Best behavior hamster.
Skullhead: The Sisterhood of Seduction has surely made things difficult
for Tara Smith since the MBC reopened. And truth be told, it started
well before
that.
Pinhead: Good to see that Tara has some people watching her back. Makes
for better competition.
Slush: And better fan fiction.
Pinhead: ...
Skullhead: ...
Tinkle: ...
Slush: Or so I am told.
Skullhead: Anyways, the point being... folks, I am being told there is
a disturbance in the back.
Slush: Did you eat Mexican food again? I've got some Pepto around here
somewhere...
Skullhead: No, it appears that someone has been attacked.
[The production team is quick on the button, switching from the arena
to the backstage area. The camera crew is rushing to get to the scene
of the crime
and finally slows when it comes to a construction style dumpster with
its end doors wide open. Trash in the near capacity container has
spilled out all
over the floor. Members of the MBC's premiere security force... well
they're a security force either way are sifting through the trash and
trash bags in
hopes of finding something...]
Wrecking Crew #1: Can you hear me?
[...or someone.]
Wrecking Crew #1: Can you hear me? Hello?
Wrecking Crew #2: Over here!
[Once the second Wrecker calls out, the first and a third start to pull
trash away and toss it like sacks of... trash. After removing around
10-12 bags,
they find that someone was indeed buried in all the crap. The cameras
move in closer and find that this person was Nina Grimsson.]
Wrecking Crew #1: Ms. Grimsson, can you hear me?
[Covered in dirt and garbage and riddled with cuts and bruises, a
barely conscious Nina Grimsson weakly tries to crawl her way to the
Wrecking Crew
members. As the camera gets a better angle, blood can be seen pouring
out from her badly busted open forehead.]
Nina: [Weakly] No...need for...such...formalities. Go...ahead...and
call...me...Nina.
Wrecking Crew #2: Nina, we're going to get you to a hospital.
Wrecking Crew #1: We're going...
[Before the Wrecker can finish, another person joins the scene, her
voice panicked and gasping. The cameras pan slightly to see that its
"Superfly" Susan
Davis.]
SSD: Nina! Ih my God! What happened? Who...
Wrecking Crew #3: [Stepping between Susan and Nina] Ms. Davis, you need
to step back. We need to take Ms. Grimsson to the hospital.
[Nina continues to try to crawl her way out. Trying to make light of
the situation, she tries to let out a slight laugh. However, in her
current
condition, it comes out more like a choking cough.]
Nina: Oh...don't worry...about me. No need...for a hospital.
I've...been through...worse. Besides...I'm needed...at ringside.
[The paramedics roll in and immediately go to Nina, beginning the
process of checking her out and ready for the hospital.]
Wrecking Crew #3: I hate to say it Ms. Davis, but Ms. Grimsson is in no
condition to be at ringside.
Wrecking Crew #1: Alright, there are too many people in the area we
need to clear out.
SSD: Wait! I want to see...
Wrecking Crew #3: You need to come this way Ms. Davis. Don't make me
have to move you.
[As Nina is being prepped for her stretcher, she sees Susan being moved
away. She then grabs the dumpster, refusing to let go.]
Nina: Let her...through...or...I'm not going...anywhere.
Paramedic: Let her come, but make it quick.
[Wrecker #3 lets Susan go and she quickly moves next to Nina.]
SSD: [Frantic] Who did this to you? What happened?
Nina: I...I don't...know. But...for now...it doesn't...matter. Right
now...I...want you...to...worry...about...your match. You
can...worry...for...me...later.
SSD: I can but...
Paramedic: We need to go now.
SSD: You get better okay? I'll come to see you as soon as I'm done!
Nina: [Smiles weakly] I...know you...will. Just...do...your...best
out...there.
SSD: i will! I promise!
Paramedic: Alright, lets go.
[Finally Nina lets go and off she goes to the hospital. Susan looks on,
not exactly the picture of composure. Cut back to the arena.]
Skullhead: Susan Davis simply doesn't have the best of luck. She nearly
gets her nose broken on the last episode of HOB and this week Nina gets
attacked.
Slush: Well I think it's karma.
Pinhead: How so?
Slush: Karma is pissed off she stopped doing TMK-like things. I mean,
I'd be pissed if I was karma.
Pinhead: Funny, I wouldn't think karma liked porn.
Slush: Then apparently there is a lot of things you don't know about
karma.
Tinkle: MEEP!
Skullhead: Suffice it to say, with Nina Grimsson gone, that could be a
huge blow to Susan Davis' confidence.
Pinhead: Susan has talent as Nina has shown. But Susan still has a long
way to go and if she enters this match scared then the Sisterhood is
going to eat
her alive.
Slush: They're cannibals?
Pinhead: No, though if they were, I would hope they'd start with you.
Slush: They'd have to catch me first.
pinhead: Out of shape as you are? No problem.
Slush: HEY!
Pinhead: I wouldn't worry. I'm sure you're too toxic to eat.
Slush: Damn right.
[Fade in backstage, where we find Taylor MacKenzie on the phone. A few
steps away are her loyal ocelot and jaguarundi, Machu and Picchu. The
two
cats don't look particularly happy as evident by the way their tails
are swishing back and forth. No doubt, the fact that their "mommy"
isn't paying
attention to them right now has something to do with it.]
Taylor: [smiling] D, you know I wanna thank you for stepping in to
watch Orinoco tonight...you know you didn't have to!
[You know, I could have sworn Machu just rolled his eyes. Meanwhile, a
plaintive yowl can be heard from the phone's earpiece.]
Taylor: ...no, he just gets that way when he's hungry, hun. Just give
him a donut and let him know I'll be home soon. [A pause.] Oh yeah,
of course
I'll be up for the steakhouse after tonight!
[Now Picchu is looking a little indignant with the way his ears are set
flat back against his head. MacKenzie, however, hasn't noticed it.]
Taylor: Ugh, no, don't remind me...yeah, I've changed phone numbers.
[Pause, then Taylor laughs.] No D, you don't have to beat up Slush for
me!
Eventually, he'll get it through his skull that we were never an item.
I've kinda given up hope on him ever realizing that I'm a woman
though...
[At the mention of Slush, the cats growl. Taylor cups a hand over the
phone and shushes at them.]
Taylor: [turning back to the phone, smiling again] Heh, well thank you
for noticing at least, hun. I swear, between him and Landis and the
way they
go on...you caught what Landis said last card, right? I'm pretty sure
the last time we faced each other in the ring, he kept hiding behind
his wife!
And now he wants to go after One Winged...
[She nods thoughtfully.]
Taylor: ...it's something to think about, you know? And neither Landis
nor Angel are what you'd call credible champion material right now, D.
If
Landis is so gung-ho about claiming the Number One contendership, then
maybe he should back it up! Hell, I've already defeated his wife. And
since he's
tossed out SUCH "kind" comments about me already...
[Both Machu and Picchu pad over to Taylor and lightly butt their heads
at the back of her legs to try to get her attention. She idly begins
to give
her cats proper pettings.]
Taylor: Actually, I think Smith is a great Women's champ. She does
the MBC proud! I've got no beef with her and I'm happy to be working
with her.
Davis? [pause] No D, she doesn't do THAT kind of wrestling anymore.
I think she's actually improving from what I've seen so far.
[She chuckles.]
Taylor: Oh yeah, the so-called "Babe Squad". Well, someone's got to
keep the plastic surgeons employed in this economy, I guess. [Taylor
shakes her
head.] Kari Stevens...yeah, that's the one who'll be with them.
[Taylor breaks out into a full grin.]
Taylor: Honey, you ought to know by now anyone claiming to be some sort
of a cat around me is just asking for trouble! And it's time little
Ms. Lion was
put on a salt-free diet.
[Machu and Picchu just purr contentedly. Another yowl and then the
sound of commotion is suddenly heard from the earpiece.]
Taylor: What? [she giggles] You haven't given Orinoco his donut yet,
have you? No D, don't worry about the la--!
[More yowling and clattering can be heard. Taylor sighs, a faint smile
on her face.]
Taylor: D, I'll see you later. Please take care of yourself...I l--
[A crash and static is then heard. Taylor winces.]
Taylor: --ove you.
[Fade out as Machu and Picchu demand more pettings.]
Slush: WHAT?
Pinhead: Slush... why are you standing?
SLUSH: HOW COULD HE!?!
Pinhead: She. How could "she".
Slush: Taylor is seeing someone else behind my back?
Skullhead: Seeing how you weren't dating her, its hardly cheating.
Slush: My heart... it's broken [Places his hands over his heart.]
Pinhead: That's where your kidneys are Slush.
Slush: I don't know how to take this... that... that.... MAN WHORE!
Pinhead: Doesn't apply in either instance. She's neither a man nor is
she a whore.
Slush: Don't you dare defend Taylor!
Pinhead: Fine, whatever. Be stupid.
Slush: I think I will.
Skullhead: Oddly enough, this leads to our last match of the evening.
The Babe Squad and Kari Stevens team up to face the trio of "Tornado"
Tara Smith,
Taylor MacKenzie, and "Superfly" Susan Davis.
Slush: Calming down... calming down...
Skullhead: The Sisterhood of Seduction has been giving Tara Smith hell
ever since the MBC reopened and you can argue that they were giving her
hell well
before that.
Pinhead: Shiny as that MBC Women's Championship belt is, it easily
doubles as a target.
Skullhead: And it seems that with every passing show, the Sisterhood
gets more guns to fire at the champion.
Slush: Three two one.... one two three... what the heck... is the
matter with me.... ummmm....
Tinkle: ...
Pinhead: To date, Tara has only has had her sister Kate to help her
against the Sisterhood within the division. But it seems as if both
Taylor MacKenzie
and Susan Davis are ready to give Tara a hand.
Skullhead: Funny how there was once a time when you'd never think that
Tara Smith and Susan Davis would be in the same ring together. At least
on the same
side.
Pinhead: And that will be a key factor working against this team. They
haven't teamed before, and there are past issues. And given what
happened earlier to
Nina Grimsson, Susan will be more than a little distracted.
Skullhead: As opposed to her doing the distracting.
Slush: I've come to a decision.
Pinhead: Being?
Slush: I will not go down without a fight. I will get my Taylor back.
Pinhead: Oh lord...
__ _______ _____________________________________________
/ |/ / __ )/ ____/
/ /|_/ / __ / / KARI STEVENS and THE BABE SQUAD
/ / / / /_/ / /___ vs TARA SMITH, TAYLOR MACKENZIE
/_/ /_/_____/\____/ and SUSAN DAVIS
|
|____________________________________________Writer: Andre Dec
Skullhead: Looks like Tiffany Lane is going to start out for the
Sisterhood, and Tara Smith herself is going to face her tormentors head
on!
Slush: Should've gone with Taylor first. None of these women know how
to handle someone as skilled as my man.
Pinhead: Number one, she's not a man, and number two, she's NOT YOURS!
Slush: Technicalities. He will be mine. Oh yes. He will be mine.
[On the lockup, Lane lifts a knee into Smith's stomach, doubling her
over. With a forearm across her back, she lifts her arms in the air and
struts
around the ring...unaware that Smith did not fall under the blow. As
she turns back to her original position, Smith roars and reaches out
for a grapple,
causing Lane to duck back to her corner and tag in Kari Stevens.]
Skullhead: Well now...that was an effective gambit.
Pinhead: That was an insipid gambit.
Slush: Are we sure Tara Smith's not a man too?
[The lockup between Stevens and Smith is a little more effective, as
Stevens pulls her tightly into a side headlock. Tara catches her at the
thighs and
lifts her up for a suplex counter, but Kari releases her head and rolls
with it, pulling Tara's hair to slam her down to the mat as she lands
on her
knees. Quick to lock in a scissor lock on Tara's head, she begins to
gouge at Smith's eyes with her thumbs, causing referee O. Migod to
start the
count.]
Skullhead: Kari Stevens being absolutely vicious here.
Slush: Kari Stevens being an absolute bitch here.
Tinkle: MEEP!
[At four, Stevens releases both the gouge and the headscissors, kipping
to her feet. With Tara Smith slow to rise, she sprints across the ring
and bounds
off the ropes-hitting Taylor MacKenzie with an elbow to the chest as
she does-and hits a handspring double mule kick to Smith that sends her
flying back to
the opposite ropes. Taylor, furious at the contact, pops through the
ropes and actually gets a hand on Kari's hair before O. Migod starts
pushing her
back.]
Pinhead: And Taylor refusing to let go of Stevens' hair, pulling the
buxom blonde back toward her corner with her!
Skullhead: O. Migod is trying desperately to restore control, and Lane
is choking Smith on the bottom rope!
[While the referee was distracted, Tiffany Lane crossed on the apron
and stands on the back of Tara smith's head, draped over the bottom
rope, choking her.
Susan Davis, unable to just stand by and watch, pops over the top rope
and sprints across the ring, diving over the top rope with a twisting
hurricanrana
that catches a very shocked Tiffany Lane and throws her off Tara Smith
and the ring apron, over the guardrail, and into the laps of the first
row of fans!
HUGE POP!]
FANS: TMK! TMK! TMK!
Slush: Souvenir for some lucky fan there.
Pinhead: Or a lawsuit from an angry mother.
Skullhead: I swear to God, I heard that joke somewhere before.
[Down on the floor, Davis is slow to recover as in the ring, Taylor has
finally let go of Kari's hair. As Stevens starts yelling at her, Taylor
motions for
her to simply 'bring it'. Stevens' response is to grab Tara Smith and
toss her across the ring into her corner, motioning for Taylor in an 'I
want you'
pose.]
Slush: Time for my man to get in there and do what he does best.
Pinhead: Avoid you?
Slush: I'm still here, ain't I?
Pinhead: Point.
Slush: Not yet, but watching her in action I'll-
Pinhead: There's no need to go any further with that train of thought.
[as Davis and Lane manage to slowly inch their way back to their
corners, MacKenzie and Stevens greet each other by trading punches,
holding nothing
back, stiff right hands that finally, slowly, begin to get the better
of Kari. As she rocks back, she lashes out, catching Taylor in the
throat with
a left jab. With Taylor doubled over, Kari hooks her waist and pulls
her over with a gut wrench suplex and rolls on top of her for a pin]
1
Skullhead: kickout!
Slush: I'm the only one who gets to lay on top of my man.
Pinhead: Can I hit him? Please?
Tinkle: MEEP!
Pinhead: Close enough.
[WHUNK! Paintbrush to the back of Slush's head sends him face first
into the broadcast table]
Skullhead: Should have done that months ago.
[Rolling off of Taylor, Kari rolls to her corner and tags in Nina
LaRue, and the two grab her arms and whip her into the ropes, hitting a
double dropkick
to her. Kari rolls out of the ring and Nina quickly tags in Tiffany
Lane]
Skullhead: A lot of motion among the Sisterhood here.
Slush: A firmer bra would help with that.
Pinhead: [MEEP!], he's up again.
[Lane and LaRue lock Taylor up in a double armbar, before bringing
their legs up in an X at throat level and knocking her back. As LaRue
exits, Lane
kneels over Taylor's shoulders and strikes a pose for the pin.]
1
2
Pinhead: Kickout by MacKenzie!
[Tiffany pouts in protest to the referee, flirting with him at the same
time as she distracts him in time for Kari Stevens to slingshot over
the top rope
and land a legdrop across Taylor's neck! Convincing the ref to count
again, Tiffany covers Taylor]
1
Skullhead: kickout!
[Tiffany looks confused and begins to flirt with the referee again.
This time, Nina is the one to sling herself over the top rope, but as
she does (and as
Tiffany does not notice) Taylor has extended her right leg and caught
Nina square in the jaw. Nina, stunned, rolls out of the ring and
Tiffany, confused,
turns back to Taylor and lifts her to her feet. Taylor is whipped to
the ropes, and Tiffany dives at her with a flying crossbody.]
Pinhead: CAUGHT BY TAYLOR!
Skullhead: Masterfully playing possum there, and Lane is in serious
trouble!
[Taylor whips Lane's legs toward the other side and slams her down with
a swinging uranage. Huge crowd pop! As she starts to slowly walk across
the ring,
however, Kari Stevens rushes in and slams a forearm across her back.
Taylor falls to the mat, but is almost within reach of her partners. As
Kari
pulls Taylor back to her feet, a woozy Tiffany Lane is called upon to
help her with a double Irish whip-as the two throw her across the ring,
arms
entwined for a double shoulder tackle, Taylor leaps over them the
moment they lower their shoulder and tags in Susan Davis as she
rebounds]
Skullhead: And there's the tag!
[With Taylor landing a spinwheel kick to Kari Stevens on her way back!
HUGE CROWD POP!]
Pinhead: Looks like the Sisters are in a whole world of trouble here!
[Tiffany Lane holds up her hands and starts backing up as Susan Davis
catches her-grabbing Lane and whipping her into their corner. As she
does, she sees
Nina moving in the corner and hesitates-just in time for Nina LaRue to
flip off the top turnbuckle and catch her with a top rope somersault
bulldog!]
Skullhead: And she who hesitates is lost!
[As Nina stands up, however, Taylor rolls on her side and slams a hard
right boot into Nina's left knee. As it buckles, Taylor gets to her
feet and
hoists Nina up, slamming the left leg down in a release kneebreaker!
Tiffany moves to attack her, but is pulled back into the corner by
Tara Smith, who
clubs her across the chest from behind with huge forearms]
Pinhead: And Taylor has Nina LaRue in a single leg crab! This could be
bad for her!
[fortunately for Nina, it isn't as Kari Stevens barrels over Taylor
with a diving bulldog that both releases the tension on Nina's leg and
takes
MacKenzie down. As she's approached by O. Migod, she points to the
other corner, where a struggling Tiffany is trying to nudge the fallen
Susan
Davis out of the ring. A look of confusion on his face as Stevens
argues the point shifts to realization as he motions for a legal tag.
As Tara Smith
protests, Tiffany Lane rolls out of her grasp and out of the ring, and
the "legal duo" are suddenly Taylor and Kari]
Skullhead: I can't believe that the referee bought that!
Slush: Kari just wanting to prove she's as good as any man. But she
isn't. So she'll lose. Especially since she's fighting MY MAN.
Pinhead: This is wrong on so many levels...
Slush: Just like Crazy Climber.
[Kari springs off the middle rope, turning back to land a dropkick to
Taylor's chest, sending her back to the mat. She bounces off the next
side,
turning to drop a leg across her throat and goes for a pin]
1
2
Skullhead: Kickout!
[Kari pops up and begins to argue with the ref, slapping him across the
face. As he reacts, she slowly stands up and starts backing him up.
Taylor
is slow to rise to her feet and greeted with a kick to the midsection
with a mule kick. As Kari bounces off the far ropes, however, Taylor
catches her in
midair and drives her down HARD with a spinebuster.]
Skullhead: And Taylor is not dead yet!
Slush: GOD, I'm hard!
Tinkle: MEEP!
Pinhead: I agree. Ew!
[Taylor rolls onto her back, breathing hard for a few minutes, as Kari
starts to sit up only to fall back down again. Taylor rolls a little to
her
left...slowly starting to roll toward her corner. AS both Davis and
Smith start pounding the corner trying to get her to focus, Lane and
LaRue do the
same for Stevens. When it becomes obvious that Taylor is about to make
it, Nina LaRue and Tiffany Lane enter the ring and attack both her
partners in
the corner. Lane drags Davis over the top rope as Tara Smith and Nina
LaRue trade punches for a few moments before Smith ducks a swing and
slings
herself over the top rope, bulldogging LaRue down.]
Pinhead: And we have a brawl in there that O. Migod can't get control
of!
Skullhead: Stevens is over on her belly...what's she doing?
Slush: The sort of thing you see on pay TV! But it's not working on me!
Pinhead: Damn it, will you shut up?
[what she has removed is a packet of salt from her hot pants... opening
it and dumping the salt into her right hand. As Taylor starts to lift
her off the
mat, she turns and throws the salt into her eyes, causing her to flinch
and cover her eyes]
Skullhead: The ref didn't see it!
Slush: STUD MUFFIN! NOOOOOOOOOO!
[as she wipes at her eyes, Kari measures her, setting up for her
approach...but a dropkick to Nina LaRue's chest sends her falling back
into Kari, bumping
her into Taylor's arms. Taylor's instincts take over and she grabs the
stunned and off balance Stevens and hits a throat slam suplex out of
nowhere! HUGE
CROWD POP!]
Slush: BASIC INSTINCT!
Pinhead: My God, he knew the name of the move.
Skullhead: PIN!
1
2
3!
RING ANNOUNCER: The winners of this match... TAYLOR MACKENZIE, TARA
SMITH AND SUSAN DAVIS!!!!
Skullhead: Finally Tara Smith gets a little bit of revenge.
Slush: And my man is looking super strong. See? I'm here to support
Taylor. Where the hell is her boyfriend?
Pinhead: Cat sitting.
Slush: Cram the details up your piehole Pinhead!
Tinkle: MEEP!
Skullhead: We are out of time ladies and gentlemen.
Tinkle: MEEP!
Skullhead: We will see you August 8th at Kingdom Come X: Tuesday Bloody
Tuesday!
Slush: If it's a supercard, is that overtime pay?
[Fade to sweet merciful black.]