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The screen displays the logos of the associated wrestling companies: All Phoenix Pro, Coastal Championship Wrestling, Slamabama Pro, Las Vegas Wrestling on the Strip, the Albion Wrestling Alliance, Lega Italia Wrestling, Steel Chicago, the Greater Ohio League and Rose City Wrestling.  The logos all come together in a flare and become the logo for tonight's show:

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A bass-heavy remix of Chumbawumba's "Tubthumping" drives out through laptop speakers and TV sound systems around the world wherever wrestling fans are found, and the FTW Fury logo explodes out into high color footage of Punky landing a superkick on a flying Emily Layne, blazing straight into Gemma Rox hitting the Roxslide on someone unseen and Lisa Starr moonsaulting out of camera range.

#I GET KNOCKED DOWN!
#BUT I GET UP AGAIN!
#YOU'RE NEVER GONNA KEEP ME DOWN!

The Red Enforcer hits a straitjacket powerbomb on the Staten Island Stomper, Emily locks the Pearly Gates dragon sleeper on a Mulkey sister, and Calli Quinn hits Time's Up on an official unfortunate enough to get in the Countdown's way, jolting his bowtie clean off his zebra stripes.

#I GET KNOCKED DOWN!
#BUT I GET UP AGAIN!
#YOU'RE NEVER GONNA KEEP ME DOWN!

Lindsay Campbell locks the Dragon Claw on the unfortunately screaming Shizuko Fukumitsu.  Tiffany hits a towering superplex on Iron Michelle Blount.  "Big" Eddy Valiant takes out a pair of masked assassins with a lunging double clothesline in a back hallway, his trenchcoat streaming out behind him.

#I GET KNOCKED DOWN!
#BUT I GET UP AGAIN!
#YOU'RE NEVER GONNA KEEP ME DOWN!

Gemma and Punky hit the Stroke of Midnight on Haley Borowitz.  Rowan Chance locks the Widow's Web on the Red Enforcer in mid-powerbomb, pulling him down to the mat.  Sadie backdrops a Mulkey sister out of the ring and then gives herself a round of applause.

#I GET KNOCKED DOWN!
#BUT I GET UP AGAIN!
#YOU'RE NEVER GONNA KEEP ME DOWN!

Lisa Starr locks the Restring on Calli Quinn.  Lindsay Campbell grabs Gemma by the throat.  Eddy lurks in the rafters.  Tiffany poses on stage in a flurry of glitter.  Lord Tantalus lays a hand on Rowan Chance's head in a dark room.  Calli throws back her hood in front of a roaring crowd.

#... NEVER GONNA KEEP ME DOWN!

The shot cuts to a view of the ringside announce table, hung with a white cloth and the FTW Fury logo.  Seated behind are Larry van Keel in his customary tweed suit with a red bowtie, his brown hair neatly parted down the middle and his wire rimmed spectacles perched on the end of his nose.  Next to him is Rick "Precious" Perle, tanned and grinning with white capped teeth, wearing his old pink and white satin jacket with "Precious Perle" on the back over a slim black suit, his thinning dark hair pulled back into a ponytail.

LvK: WELCOME, everyone, to the premiere episode of FTW Fury! This weekly show will bring you the finest in FTW competition as well as news, interviews, and videos from around the wrestling companies that make up this fine federation!

RP: You kill it, we shill it! This episode's loaded top to bottom like van Keel's mom.

LvK: My mother is a saint.

RP: So's Mary Magdalene.

LvK: *sputtering briefly*

RP: Tonight we've got debuts, we've got confrontations, we've got a BIG ANNOUNCEMENT!

LvK: Damn it, Rick, I was going to tell them about the big announcement.

RP: The only people in broadcasting are the quick and the dead, van Keel.

LvK: We'll have official debuts by midwest sensation Lindsay Campbell, the mysterious "Big" Eddy Valiant, matinee idol Sadie and Tiffany!

RP: That's right, folks!  '80s SINGING SENSATION TIFFANY!

LvK: It's not that Tiffany, Rick.

RP: I THINK WE'RE NOT ALONE IN FTW NOW!

LvK: It's not ... not "Tiffany", it's the Platinum Queen, Tiffany!

RP: *singing* Radio, radio romance!

LvK: ... let's ... let's just go to our ring announcer Chucky Guiteau, who tells us he has word of someone coming out to the ring to open the show.

The shot goes to the center of the ring, where short, rotund Gallic announcer Guiteau waits in his swallowtailed tuxedo, clutching his overhead mic and smoothing back his horseshoe of dark hair as his bald dusky scalp gleams.

CG: Ladies and gentlemen, I have been asked that you all provide a respectful silence for the arrival of ...

... THE COUNTDOWN.

The boos wash over me as I lift the microphone to my lips. I stand there stoically, eyes looking slowly left, than right, before settling on the hard camera.

At which point I smile. "It's okay," I say, my tone suggesting I forgive all of them. "It's okay. I understand. And on some level, you do, too. Saviours are not meant to be loved in their time. If you could love me, you wouldn't need me to save all of you. It's okay." As one might imagine, the boos only get louder when I say this. My smile widens.

"And what I'm here to do is more important than any one of you. Now I realise that doesn't sound particularly impressive...and it isn't..." more boos, "but this is bigger than all of you put together. This is about an industry choking itself to death. Choking itself on spray-tanned barbies tugging on each others' hair. Choking itself on fitness models with implants having two-minute matches. Choking itself on....whatever the hell TNA is."

"TV ratings dwindle and pay-per-view buyrates vanish entirely, and the hope of a generation of wrestling fans falters under the cruel blade of a surgeon's scalpel. We live in dark times, and the powers that be refuse to see. Refuse to acknowledge that they are hoping as blindly as all of you. Hoping for salvation."

"Salvation will come, but salvation will not come in the form of talent searches and performance centers. Salvation does not come with a subscription fee. Salvation comes when a saviour is born. A saviour who represents all of us. All of YOU. All your hopes and dreams, and all your fears and regrets. All your striving and determination, and all your deceit and deception, as well."

"For we are not angels, and we are not gods. We are flawed and imperfect, one and all. Show me the perfect hero and I'll show you the perfect liar. No, our only hope, our ONLY SALVATION, comes from one with all our good and all our evils, all our virtues and all our vices...and most importantly...vision. The vision to see the path and to lead you all to it. Kicking and screaming, if need be."

"For saviours herald change, and change is not peaceful. Change is not quiet. Change is messy, even bloody. Lincoln had to tear this nation apart to save it from the evils that were poisoning it. Martin Luther had to tear the church apart to accomplish the same. So too, will I tear this business apart. I will rend it with fire and wrath so that I may remold it, stronger than ever. We are counting down the days until this rebirth. And those of you young enough, you will live long enough to love me."

"You will live long enough to feel great shame at the hatred you bear for me now, but when you feel that shame, remember my words now. I forgive you. It's ok," I say, smiling beatifically into the camera and across the arena, the crowd just shy of baying for my blood.

RP: It's so beautiful....I think...I think I'm going to cry.

LvK: I think I'm going to be sick...

"Who I do not forgive are those who would oppose me. Those people who clawed and scrapped just for a place in the locker room, and now fight me, terrified of the change I represent. You have worked your fingers to the bone for a cabin on the Titanic and you would rather bar the door than allow me in to save you."

"Lisa Starr. You thought to test my resolve. All you tested was my patience. Bow down to The Countdown, and you may still be saved. Emily Layne. From the start, you thought to place yourself in opposition to us. And from the start, you have suffered for your mistake. Bow down to The Countdown, and your suffering will ease. Rowan Chance...no, Chance is a madwoman, beyond saving. She will be given the only peace that is left for her. The peace of oblivion."

With that said, I hold the microphone out to Megan...

I pluck the microphone from Calli's hand and slink to the fore, leaning forward with my elbows draped on the top rope facing the hard camera, purple hair loose around the shoulders of my chrome-jangled leather jacket over my latest Countdown shirt (not wild about the design - what the hell does "Countdown Punx" even mean - but hell, more merch money is more merch money).

"Papa Hemingway pulled the whiskey bottle out of his mouth long enough to tell us that the definition of genius was to learn at a greater velocity.  He might've been a sad old drunk terrified of being gay, but he had the right idea.  A genius is someone who picks things up at a speed that *BEEP*ing BAFFLES those who are left behind."

I toss my hair back, glossy black lips curved in a mocking grin as I sweep my left hand across the crowd, indicative of examples of people who are left behind.  It takes them a second, but then they boo.

"Gemma and I are geniuses of the highest *BEEP*ing caliber.  We learned what Callista Quinn was here for, and we QUICKLY figured out what had to be done.  This puts us at the head of the *BEEP*ing class, and when you're at the head of the *BEEP*ing class, you can *BEEP*ing grind your boot into the faces of the students who are too *BEEP*ing slow to figure out what the *BEEP* is going on."

LvK: Megan Dow is certainly very passionate on the topic of education.

RP: And with *BEEP*ing good cause.  She's a genius.

LvK: Don't torment the editors, Rick.  We've barely got a TV license as it is.

I level a finger back at Calli, who stands as smug and serene as a Buddha.  One of the noble Indian ones, not the fat jolly ones at Chinese restaurants.  "Callista Quinn figured out what had to be done to save this business, to save people like Gemma, and Red, and me from toiling forever in the camps and Elk Lodges and bingo halls with no appreciation, no respect, and no *BEEP*ing hope of ever breaking through the mediocrity that this industry has been buried in.  Now look at us.  We're on *BEEP*ing national TV ..."

LvK: Not for long if she keeps testing our seven-second delay ...

RP: It's a free country, Stalin.  Lighten up.

"... and at the first PPV this federation ever put together we closed the night like Romans marching through *BEEP*ing Gaul."

I thrust my right fist out again in the fascist salute of the Imperial Guard, joined by Gemma, and get a delicious rain of boos which triples as the production truck helpfully plays a still shot of the Countdown posed over the bloodied bodies of Lisa Starr, Emily Layne and Rowan Chance at the end of FTW: First Strike.

I pause a long moment, leaning on the top rope again, looking at that image with a slow delicious dark smile, letting the hatred rain down, quiet, build again as I refuse to say anything, and then quiet again.

"... and now that I've taught you numb *BEEP*s about genius, let me tell you the definition of madness.  Madness is doing the same *BEEP*ing thing over and over again and expecting a different result.  Hey, truck nerds.  Show the fans what happened to Rowan Chance the night we formed the Countdown."

There's a pause, and then the big screens show Rowan Chance taking the not-yet-christened Stroke of Midnight in the center of the ring.  The crowd registers their hatred of the sight of the beautiful betrayed Black Widow, arching and writhing in agony.

"Now show them what happened when Rowan Chance came after the Countdown again. And I don't *BEEP*ing care if it's paid footage.  Send me a *BEEP*ing bill for the six seconds."

There's a pause, and then on the big screen Rowan Chance and Gemma and I are in the ring again, with better lighting and a more expensive camera and different outfits, and once again the fearful symmetry of the Stroke of Midnight destroys her.  The crowd's fury redoubles deliciously.

LvK: What a DISGUSTING display.

RP: That was Chance's call, van Keel.  She decided to keep going after them.

"You keep coming, Rowan, and we will keep putting you down like a mad *BEEP*ing dog."

I lean over the top rope, standing on the bottom rope and drawing my other leg up to rest my Doc Marten on the middle rope, clutching the top strand in one hand as I lean as close to the camera as I can, my dark eyes burning with a furious intensity.

"SMARTEN THE *BEEP* UP AND STAY THE *BEEP* DOWN."

I bounce off the ropes and twist in mid-air to land facing the big Red Enforcer, slapping the microphone against his chest, startling him somewhat as he catches it by instinct.

I take the mic and start shaking my head.

"No, I'm not one to do much talking. I prefer to do my communicating in the ring."  I turn and look at all of Countdown as I say this, the unspoken implications clear.  Gemma looks a bit worried, almost like I'm Scott Steiner with an open mic.  I let my gaze linger over Callista just a tad too long before continuing.  Of course, she just gives me that cold English smile that she's practised on many of her minions.

"However, there are times when sacrifices have to be made. When the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.  Or the one."

RP: Run Zachary Quinto, they're coming for Spock next!

LVK: Will you stop?

"At the Pay per view, that one was the shadowy Lord Tantalus.  To be honest, the way Rowan talked about him, I thought he was some Keyser Soze-type birthed from her overactive imagination.  I mean, she is clearly insane as seen by her repeated attempts...and failures...to get at Countdown.  Imagine my surprise when he actually appeared.  Unfortunately, it was wrong place, wrong time.  Tantalus, Chance, I have some advice for you two."

I turn and look directly in the camera, face hidden by my mask, but eyes burning bright.

"Walk away.  Find something else to do.  Because the life you save may be your own."

I turn back towards Callista, wanting to make one more point, but Gemma notices me about to say something and runs and snatches the mic out of my hand.

I arch an eyebrow, curious as to where Red is going with this, but before he can say anything else, Gemma snatches the mic out of his hand and says, "I've got one thing to say, and I'm only going to say it once."

"SAY IT IN WELSH!" a fan in the third row shouts.

A look of pure rage shoots across Gemma's face, and I'm already looking at Megan and Red, pointing at Gemma, knowing full well what's coming, "Why you miserable fat Yankee cu-*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*" Gemma says before dropping the microphone back down and charging out of the ring, sliding feet-first under the bottom rope. Thankfully, both Megan and Red are similarly experienced with my pint-sized countrywoman's explosive temper, and are in motion quickly, grabbing at Gemma and pulling her away from the barricade before she can assault a fan with anything more lawsuit-inducing than her sailor's tongue.

I close my eyes briefly before grabbing the microphone that Gemma had dropped, hoping it still works, and saying, "The days are counting down, and it's The Countdown's time. Not to spoil anyone's BIG SURPRISE here..."

LvK: Don't you *BEEP*ing dare!

"but the big announcement you were all promised? Is that a tournament will be held to crown the FTW heavyweight champion."

LvK & RP: *sigh*

RP: I wanted to do it.

LvK: I know you did, Rick. I know you did.

The crowd cheers the announcement, because who doesn't love a good tournament? I continue. "To which I say: Brilliant. Classic way to crown a new champ. And as long as four of the slots in that tournament belong to The Countdown, then I'm sure that tournament will go off without a hitch." I smile again. "One way or another, I make you this promise." I glance to the side, grateful to see that Megan and Red have hustled Gemma back into the ring, though she hasn't stopped glaring daggers into that one fan's facehole. "The belt will be around the waist of someone in this ring. Because we've got all of wrestling to save. And this is the next step. Time's up," I say, dropping the mic and nodding to the other three, and our music hits.

RP: Strong words from a strong faction here in FTW.

LvK: I just want to know who told them?

RP: Obviously someone who wants to be saved.

LvK: Oh for...folks, we've got to take a break. When we come back, the debut of Tiffany!

RP: Does it count as a debut when she was on Hulk Hogan's Celebrity Championship Wrestling?

LvK: NOT THAT TIFFANY!

*cut to commercial*

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Countdown breaks up in the back and I watch the others go.  I end up watching just to make sure and I go into another corridor and off to the side.

Red: Sadie? Sadie? Are you here?

Sadie:  Right here. Nice secret meeting place, by the way. Right in the middle of an open hallway.

Red: Damn good to see you darlin'.  Sometimes those gals make my skin crawl.  Especially that Callista.

Sadie: Are you kidding, Red? A girl who turns on her friends, attacks people from behind and uses illegal objects with impunity is a girl after my own heart. And that purple-haired one? Put her in a bowl, pour chocolate sauce on her and I'd eat her up with a spoon!

Red:  I don't know. I just don't trust them. Which is why I'm glad you're here.  How are you doing, by the way? You ready for your match tonight? 

Sadie: Uggh! I'm super-nervous. This Lindsay girl's supposed to be a tough customer. But, don't worry. I'm going to make you proud.

Red: You always make me proud...but....I have to stay back here with Countdown.  Wish I could be there with you.

Sadie: You'll be with me in spirit, Red. *leans up to kiss you* Just make sure you're in my dressing room afterwards so we can "celebrate" my victory. 

*winks and heads off down the hall*


I smile and watch her go, waiting just till that sexy bottom bounces out of sight before turning and going to rejoin Countdown.  Unbeknownst to me, Gemma steps out of the shadows, looks thoughtful and then follows close behind me.

LvK: I'm just glad the Red Enforcer didn't catch our intrepid cameraman carefully following him to that mysterious rendezvous!

RP: The first thing you learn when you wrestle for TV, van Keel, is to ignore the cameramen.  If you gotta mug to a camera, you mug to the big one over the fancy seats on stage left.  Sometimes you can lean into a camera when it's real close and deliver a little personal message, but ninety percent of the time you just tune those guys out.  Especially when there's a hot tomato like Sadie to stare at.

LvK: The plot thickens, FTW fans, as the Red Enforcer tightens his bond with the enigmatic Sadie ... and thanks to Gemma Rox, the Countdown may be on to him!  Does this mean ominous things to come for the band of thugs here to "save wrestling"?

RP: I'm pretty sure you can save wrestling and still get a piece on the side.  And Sadie's one hell of a piece.

LvK: You're a class act, Rick.

RP: *singing* BREAK ME OFF A PIECE OF THAT KIT-KAT ASS.

The next scene opens in a dressing room, with the camera focusing on the big bright bulbs that surround a tall mirror fixed on the wall. Gradually it pulls back, revealing the image of a gorgeous, tall and toned platinum haired woman reflected in the mirror, decked out in silver with a confident smile curving her glossy lips. Her eyes don't acknowledge the camera just yet, instead they're adverted to her hands, which she's carefully wrapping in black tape.

"My my..it's been a while, hasn't it?"

Her silky voice, dipped in a sultry Southern accent, fills the room and there's a playfully wicked tone to it. She still doesn't pay any attention to the camera as it continues to pan back while still focusing on her reflection.

"It's been a real long time since y'all have seen me on your television screen. Far too long since y'all have seen the Platinum Queen do what she does best -- whippin' ass, kicking heads in, and lookin' real good while doing so. Ohh so very long, that most of ya probably thought I wasn't ever gonna come back and wrestle again. Well, to those of you who thought that -- y'all should know better! Honestly, ya can't keep a gal like me away from that ring, especially when there's trouble, BIG trouble, brewing.."

Her smile widens, and her deep green eyes finally look up. They're filled with confidence, brimming with the kind of fire that could stir anyone up. With her hands now taped up, she stares into the mirror looking ready to go.

"Tonight, FTW, keep your eyes on me -- as I make my debut and stomp this lil' gal all the way back to Staten Island. For those who know me, who've followed me over the years, you know what to expect. But, for all ya newer fans who've never seen me or even heard of me before.. well kiddos, allow me to introduce myself--"

By now the camera has panned back to reveal standing behind the platinum-haired beauty in the mirror. And at that moment, she turns her face to glance over her bare shoulder, deep green eyes narrowing, her glossy smile deepening.

"The name's Tiffany, and I'm the finest kind of carnage y'all will ever set your pretty lil eyes on.."

With that, Tiffany winks at the camera and blows a slow, sensuous kiss to the viewers, her wicked little grin still etched on her lips. The scene fades..

RP: Mmm, Tiffany...

LvK: She certainly is something, alright.

RP: If that's what you get from inbreeding, then slap my ass and call me "Uncle Dick."

LvK: Jesus what is WRONG with you? Anyway, up next we've got a match with international flair.

RP: Ric in a kimono and sombrero?

LvK: It's Shizuko Fukumitsu from Japan against Emily Layne from Italy.

RP: Hopefully the ref's not German.

LvK: Will you stop?

*Smash cut to a graphic of Tiffany with her arms crossed under her breasts with a angry look on the left and the Staten Island Stomper waving her hands on the right with a big written in white on the bottom

LATER TONIGHT

LVK: this Tiffany looks really she looks stunning, I cant wait to see her in the ring for her FTW debut!

RP: I cant wait to see her in my bed!  

*smash cut to a graphic with Me with my hands on my hips and a black two pieces outfit on the left and Shizuko Fukumitsu also with her hands on her hips in a light blue one piece outfit on the right.
The white written on the bottom says

UP NEXT

LVK: And its time for the first match of tonight, We will see Emily Layne get back in the ring after what happened in the PPV last week

RP: I cant wait to see her bow down to The Countdown and join the strenght of the federation!

LVK: I'm not sure that will happen Rick

RP: why not? It was clear her message last wee, she left Rowan alone!  

CG: and here we have the first match of tonight, The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Kobe, Japan, standing in at 5'3" and weighting 115 lbs. Here we have Shizuko Fukumitsuuuuuu

The short Japanese girl makes her appearance between red and white lights, the titantron shows a big Japanese flag and Shizuko figure coming from the side, a generic Japanese music plays in the arena as she stops in the top of the ramp, bowing to the crowd before making her way to the ring, waving her hands to the guys in the first rows left and right and finally quickly slide hes body under the bottom rope before jumping up and smile to the crowd. Then moves to her corner in her light blue outfit, top and skirt with white booty shorts covered by the skirt and white laced boots at her feet. Short red hair.

LVK: What do we know about this girl Rick?

RP: Aehm...well, she is Japanese..and she is...Japanese...and...

LVK: ok Rick, I still dont know what the hell you do while I do prepare my job on the commentary!  

CG: And her opponent, hailing from Milan, Italy, standing in at 5'7" and weighing 138 lbs, here we have Emilyyy Layneee!!!

Pyros explodes in the ramp and the speakers blow "Radioactive" from Imagine Dragons in the arena. The music goes after a quick intro to the refrain and I appear in the stage as soon it says

"Welcome to the new age, Welcome to the new age"

I stop there, the light blue and white lights of my old entrance are replaced by red and dark blue ones.
Lookin around to the audience, there is a different look in my eyes, a different pose,even my outfit is different.
I picked black wrestling boots, long tight pants with flashes painted in white and blue along the sides, black short top,crossed in the back,exposing my taut toned belly, black fingerless gloves, hair tightly tied up in a high pony tail and a very new tatoos on my right shoulder with a black angel painted across the shoulder and down almost till my bicep.

I finally make my way to the ring. Not really caring about the crowd, its the first time I act like that in this arena. The audience still shows support, holding signs that incite me with my name on them.

LVK: there is a strange look in Emily eyes tonight.

RP: she just realized where the real strength of this business is

LVK: I think she is just angry for what happened last week and she is seeking for revenge

RP: you're blind Larry! You will just wait and she will bow down to The Countdown!

LVK: would you just shut the *beep*k up Rick?

RP: hey,unlike someone else, I'm just trying to be professional!  

I climb between the ropes and move to my corner, stretching my arms and neck as my rival bounces on her toes.
The ref calls for the bell.

RP: and there we go with the first match of the night!  

Me and Shizuko meet in the middle of the ring, she stops and places her open hands together in front of her face, bowing down in a sign of respect.
I smile and do the same.

RP: see? She is training the bows!  

We lock up in the center of the ring, our hands on our elbows and neck, after only a couple of seconds I drive her backward toward her corner.
The ref gets closer to us and I release the hold, raising my hands up.

We get back to the middle of the ring and Shizuko puts her hands again in front of her face, bowing down again like we are starting again.
I shrug and copy her posture, bowing down.
She tries again, another lockup and once again I shove her backward, takin advantage on my size advantage and push her to the corner again like before.

Once again we get back to the middle of the ring and Shizuko once again bows down.
The crowd murmurs, I can hear some giggles too.

RP: are we going to see this for long? I mean..this is getting boring!

LVK: I'm actually agree with you! I think its about to snow out here!  

This time Shizuko grabs my right wrist with her hands,tryin a wristlock attempt, I look down at my wrist,then into her eyes before easily reverses the hold and trap her in another wristlock but quickly turning the hold in a hammer lock as I get behind her,twisting her arm behind her back.

LVK: beautiful hammerlock by Layne! Someone else would have used some kind of hairmares!

RP: its about styles...  

I keep twisting on Shizuko arm, she shakes her head right and left,left and right,emphasizing her movements as the ref is asking her if she wants to give up.
I release the hold but quickly lean forward, my arms under her chest,wrapping around her body as I let myself falls back, flipping her body over my head and shoulders in a German suplex release.

The first signal, this is for Dow and her suplexes school.

Shizuko bridges her body up,planting her feet and rubbing with her right hand on her back as I get up, hearing the cheer from the crowd and cupping my ear with my hand like sayin that I'm not hearing.

LVK: look! That's what the crowd wants!

RP: they are morons!  

Shizuko gets up and runs toward me, I crouch down and as soon she is in range I hook on one arm and drag her over me, making her flip over my shoulder and her body hardly connects against the mat in arm drag.
She grimace and rub the small of her back,but get up again and runs into me but this time I lower my hip down and connect a hip and toss,with her body again impacting against the white canvas.

RP: okay Larry,  you were right, this Italian is too boring to be a Countdowners. Please wake me up when someone of interesting will get in the stage!  

Shizuko this time stays down, I move to her and grab her head, before sliding one hand on her shoulder,the other between her legs and scoop her shorter body upside down before slamming her down hard on the mat again.

Shizuko is kicking the mat like crazy, moving like a fish outside the water, wincing and holding her back.
I wait a couple of seconds before lifting her by the arm and tryin to whip her into the ropes but
Shizuko reverses the hold and I find myself whipped into the ropes

LVK: a counter from Fukumitsu!  

I turn as soon as I'm close to the ropes and grab the mid one to hang there.
Shizuko pants and runs into me but only to find my right foot up and my sole meets her face in a big boot.
The Japanese wrestler lays down,stunned and dazed.
I kneel down next to her and lay over her chest.
The ref gets closer and slaps the mat.

ONE

TWO

 RP: Fukumitsu kicks out!

I grab again the arm of the brave Japanese girl and whip her into the corner this time, but once again she has the strength and the brave to counter, her hands go on the top rope, her feet springing off the middle rope and spinning to face the ring as she flies toward me in a springboard flying crossbody.

Though, she is unfortunate tonight, I'm not going to lose the concentration for any moment.
Shizuko body is small enough to catch her midair, my left hand catches her shoulder, my right one between her legs as the impact against her body makes me stumble backward a couple of steps before slamming her back and over my head in a impressive fallaway slam!

The crowd goes crazy after this move!

LVK: Devastating Fallaway slam from Layne! This must hurt the poor Japanese girl!

RP: anyone of The Countdown is here?

LVK: not really

RP: okay, lemme get back and take another rest  

Shizuko is down and this time it doesn't seem she is going to get up. I move to her and force her up once again.
I'm sorry for this girl, lets say that she is in the wrong place in the wrong moment.

I lift my thumb against my neck, pointing it and slowly slide it across my throat in a cut throat taunt.

The second signal, this is for Rox as she usually does that before cutting her infamous 911.
I hold Shizuko body up and lift her body up over my shoulders with a single sudden move.
Her almost limp body hangs over my shoulders now, in a backbreaker rack, I hold her in that place for some seconds before bending down on my knees and straighten up, her body slides in front of me as I drop down on my ass with my legs spread apart and her head crushes down into the mat in a psycho driver!

LVK : MADE IN HEAVEN! THIS IS MADE IN HEAVEN! WHAT A DEVASTATING MOVE!

RP: are we talkin about Queen?

LVK: I think that this match is over!

RP: Thank God!

LVK: But not not, Emily Layne is lifting her opponent up again, what is she going to do?

RP: Such a abuse of power!  

I easily bend Shizuko forward and I give her my back, her head between my legs as I lower my arms and hook them up before spinning on my right, me and Shizuko end back to back, with me bending forward and tightly hooking her arms.

RP: Oh no no no! This is..

LVK: she is setting Fukumitsu for the...

RP: this is Callista finisher! This is TIME'S UP! She's stealing her move!

LVK: I think that she is doing it on purpose!

RP: someone should stop her! This is like a robbery!  

And there goes the third signal, the most important one, to the leader of The Countdown.
I straighten up, bringing the Japanese brave girl upside down and slamming her down as I end on my ass behind I very loud thud against the white mat.
I hit the kudo driver on Shizuko, her body is not moving anymore.
The crowd is going nut now.
I slide over my rival body and pin her down,chest to chest, without holding her leg up.

ONE

TWO

THREE

Ding ding ding

CG: and here is your winner, Emily Layneeeeeeeee

I stay on my knees, my hands on my thighs as I look down at my rival.
"sorry honey"  
I hiss down at her before getting up, the ref quickly raises my right arm up before kneeling down after Shizuko and calling for the EMT.

LVK: What a show folks! That was a demonstration of strength from Emily Layne

RP: this woman has no style Larry, she is copying everything from The Countdowners  

*Larry gets up off his chair and moves to me as I climb outside the ring and he reaches for me

LVK: Hey Emily, congratulations on your win! You look in perfect shape!  

Me: Thank you Larry *panting a bit but only a single tear of sweat across my face*  

LVK: the people though wants to know what happened last week, when you left the ring, leaving Rowan all alone!  

*smash cuts to the scene where I jump off the apron ring while Rowan is extending her hand toward me*

Me: See Larry, there are moments in which you must make a choice, that was one of those moments.
I realized that the tag team wasn't the right way to fight The Countdown. Rowan thinks only about Rowan, I do respect her but that's all, she can't be my tag team partner. We failed together, I won't fail alone!  

LVK: Though maybe did you leave her not in the perfect moment?  

Me: maybe yes,but what's done,is done  

LVK: People was worried that you wanted to join The Countdown  

Me: Don't make me laugh, me joining that gang? Come on, you saw them earlier in the ring!
They have no respect for anything! That was a circus! They don't know what wrestling is, they're just..well..  

LVK: So, what are you going to say to Callista? She said that you should bow to her  

Me: Bow to her? Shall I really reply to this? I already speak to Callista and the other clowns in the ring!  

LVK: clear enough *giggles*  

Me: The Countdown days are over Larry, I'm going to stop them and kick their asses out of this business! They will have to save something else!
Enough said!  

The crowd welcomes my words with a big roar.

LVK: simple and clear! Thank you Emily!  

Me: you very welcome!  

I smile and turn toward the ramp while my music plays through the speakers of the arena.

RP: more to come in the FTW after the commercial break! HEY LARRY,BRING ME A PEPSI!

LVK: Only Coke,sorry!  

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RP: Man, Phil Brooks is right.  Diet Coke just doesn't TASTE as good as Diet Pepsi.

LvK: I wish you'd endorse these things for money.

RP: I'm not a shill, van Keel!  *long siiiiiiip* Ahhhhhh, the pause that refreshes.

LvK: That's not even ...

Larry pauses and straightens his bowtie, facing the camera across the announce table at ringside.

LvK: We have word from our production team that they are currently backstage seeking out the self-professed Big Hand of the Doomsday Clock, "Punky" Meg Dow for a scheduled interview.

RP: It's the real thing!

LvK: STOP GIVING IT AWAY FOR FREE, RICK.

The shot jumps to a shoulder-mounted camera roaming the backstage halls of the Dover Civic Auditorium until they come to an Exit sign, where a stagehand coiling a cable nods towards the blue metal door.  There's the rattle of the crash bar and then the camera is outside in the New Jersey night.

"Turn that *BEEP*ing light off."

There's a flick and the top-mounted night-news spotlight clicks off, leaving the shot in total darkness for a moment before the lighting outside resolves - the orange sodium lights in the parking lot, the heavy moon riding above the toxic swamps, and the light mounted above the door.

The familiar if shadowy figure of Punky lounges against the wall of the Civic Auditorium a few yards away from the door, her leather jacket gleaming in the moonlight.  She leans on the heels of her heavy Doc Martens, her right hand resting on a folded steel chair propped against her side and her left holding a small vaporizer with a gleaming red LED at the end of it.  She clicks the button and breathes in softly, puffing out a slow cloud of steam after a long moment.

"I used to smoke back when I first started in the Northwest, because so many of the guys I looked up to did; Van Dam, Kendrick, London, Raven ... I had to stop because it was cutting my wind.  But whoever came up with these little things is *BEEP*ing brilliant."

Punky glances at the cameraman and grins in the dim light.  "No interviewer, huh?  Just you?"  The camera moves briefly as the handler presumably nods.  "I guess they're still upset about me putting that little redhead through the dressing room door, yeah?"  Another nod, noticeably more terrified.  "Well, she shouldn't have asked such stupid *BEEP*ing questions."  She takes another long hit off the vaporizer, and with a flicker of her pierced tongue makes a series of soft smoke rings that drift away.

"Calli is gonna fix things so one of us gets the belt.  She's gonna do that because that's what she does.  That's her job.  That's the reason Gemma and I jumped into her camp with both feet - because Callista Quinn is the most devious, manipulative, chilled sociopath that's ever called this business home.  She CAN save wrestling, because wrestling is all she thinks about.  Every belt she can compete for is a *BEEP*ing Holy Grail for her."

Punky grins again, and chuckles, leaning back against the wall with a grate of the steel chair dragging on the sidewalk.

"I've known that ever since I met her for the very first time, back when we were both getting started, in a little California town called Chico."  She laughs softly.  "*BEEP*ing Chico."

The purple vixen shrugs her shoulders and hefts the chair easily up in one hand, catching it by one of the folded legs to hold it in a more ready position.  The cameraman shifts uneasily, rocking the shot.

"I'm out here because I don't need to be in there.  Calli's gonna plan and plot and lie and twist things around and it will work out because that's just the way things are.  I might get the belt, Gemma might get it, Red might get it ..."  There's a soft chuckle again.  "Calli will PROBABLY get it, but any way you slice it, it ends up where it *BEEP*ing belongs."

She takes another drag, and puffs steam slowly at the camera, clouding the shot almost mystically.

"But I'm out here in the dark because Rowan Chance is somewhere out there.  She's not inside, with the lights and the locker room jokes and the trainers and the catering table with the big *BEEP*ing bowl of Wheat Thins and the huge *BEEP*ing tray of steamed broccoli.  She's out there, somewhere, broken and crazy as a *BEEP*house rat."

Punky shakes her head, the red LED glowing in her fingertips, the orange sodium arcs and pale moonlight making her look almost golden in the dark.

"But even if she is broken, Ro's not gonna just crawl off and *BEEP*ing die, because she's like me.  She's gonna keep coming back like Gollum after the One *BEEP*ing Ring, because she's like me.  And I'm out here with a clatter in my hand," Punky hefts the chair, "because someone would have to do that if it was ME out there."

There's another soft click, a breath, and a soft ring of steam drifts away into the night.

"Go back in, kid.  There's wrestling in there, and wrestling is great.  Wrestling is *BEEP*ing fun."

Punky looks into the camera, her dark eyes gleaming and her glossy black grin hard and merciless.

"Out here there's just *BEEP*ing monsters."

The cameraman backs away down the wall, his breathing becoming louder and more alarmed as the light seems to fade the further towards the door he gets, and there's the soft grate of a steel chair as he frantically bumps the door and disappears into the safety of the FTW locker room, and the feed cuts back to our announcers.

The graphic of a busty and determined Platinum Queen and her Staten Island opponent flashes across the screen with the words 'UP NEXT..' stamped beneath them.

Cut to the arena where the Staten Island Stomper is already standing mid-ring, her generic rock music theme blaring over the noise of a feisty crowd. Her raggedy New York Yankees jersey hangs loosely off her stocky shoulders and she's looking ready for a brawl.


"THIS BOUT IS SET FOR ONE FALL. INTRODUCING FIRST, FROM STATEN ISLAND, NEW YORK. WEIGHING IN AT 147 POUNDS..THE STATEN ISLAND STOMPER!"


LvK: FTW is back live and the Staten Island Stomper is ready to go.

RP: Looks like the Stomper's wearing her favourite jersey tonight.

LvK: I'm pretty sure that's the only jersey she owns..


"AND HER OPPONENT.."

The announcers' voice drowns in the noise from the crowds, replaced by the opening sounds of Prodigy's "Smack My Bitch Up". It revs up on the PA, pumping into the arena while the lights in the rafters darken. The fans begin to stir, excited and anxious to see the arrival of the Platinum Queen. I'm standing just a foot away from the heavy black curtain that's blocking off the gorilla position, looking relaxed, confident, and ready to fight -- but secretly, deep down inside, I'm just as excited and anxious as all those fans watching in the crowd. It might be butterflies, adrenaline, whatever. This feeling always strikes up before I head out there. It's a feeling that I'm used to, a feeling that I'm utterly in love with. I lick my lips and eagerly step forward, pushing the curtains aside.

"FROM JACKSON, MISSISSIPPI. WEIGHING IN AT 145 POUNDS. SHE IS THE PLATINUM QUEEN. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS, IS -- TIFFANY!"

I smile brightly as I step onto the stage, decked out in a pair of silver latex tights and a matching bustier, white knee-high boots and black fishnet stockings. Kneepads, an elbow pad on my left arm, a simple choker, and tape wrapped around both my hands, wrists and forearms, all in black, complete my attire. My flowing, platinum blonde hair is loose and cascades to my lower back. Most of the audience recognize me, erupting into excited cheers as I enter the arena. I soak in their applause, feeding off of it, getting more amped up by the sound of their soaring voices. There's still a considerable amount of fans who aren't familiar with me, but I don't mind. By the end of this match, everyone's gonna know just who I am and what I'm capable of. I stand tall in the middle of the stage, and spread my arms out to my sides, tilting my head back just a bit to show off my signature pose. Another cheer rises from the fans, this time making it a bit difficult to even hear my music. After a brief moment I break into a determined stride down the aisle, sauntering down toward the ring.

RP: I like how she's put together!

LvK: Easy there. Tiffany's not just a pretty face. She's one of the toughest women in our sport today and has been in some pretty rough wars over the years.

RP: So, you're saying she likes it rough? Goddamn!

LvK: Oh for the love of..

My music starts to die down, with now only the sounds of the packed arena surrounding the ring. I stare at my opponent from across the ring, watching her pace about in her corner like a caged animal. She's glaring back at me, sending me the dirtiest looks, muttering something to herself while cracking her large knuckles. I guess something about me is irritating her. I arch a brow and smirk at the Stomper, which only serves to piss her off.

"Stuck up, old' *BEEP*! I'm gonna have fun with you, Princess!" she hollers loudly, which makes me roll my eyes.

"I'm no princess, sugar. What I am, is your Queen," I reply calmly as I step out of my corner and saunter to the middle of the ring. "Now, bend over and take your spankin' like a good lil' gal.."

Well, if she was pissed before, she's probably infuriated by now. She charges forward only to be intercepted by the ref, who promptly backs her up a step. Hurriedly, the ref calls for the bell, and hastily steps aside. Like a caged animal released for feeding, the Stomper rushes out of her corner again, ready to pounce on me. Sadly, for her at least, in this match she's the lamb and I'm ready for dinner.

DINGDINGDING!

I just dart out of the way of the Stomper as she comes forward. She spins around with a growl and I smirk at her, circling to the left. She circles to the right and we eye each other up. The gal's about my size, height, weight. She's a bit more stockier tho, looks like she can take a beating. The fans stir with anticipation, waiting to see who'll strike first. I bite my lower lip I raise my hands, ready to lock up with her. I step forward -- and she SMACKS me right in the face!


RP: WOW! What'd the five fingers say to the face, Tiffany?!

LvK: No respect from the Stomper there.

RP: Respect or no respect, that slap looks like it's gonna leave a mark!

LvK: Well, I don't know if that's such a good idea though, for Stomper to piss Tiffany off like that.


The fans let out a gasp as my head snaps to the side, my cheek stinging and pulsing red from that vicious slap! A smug, satisfied look surfaces on the Stomper's face, and quickly my eyes darken. I charge forward, dipping low to thrust my shoulder into her gut. Moving with quickness that most wouldn't expect me to possess, I push my shoulder deeper against her tummy and wrap my arms around her waist. Still moving, I LIFT her up onto my shoulder and CARRY her across the ring to SLAM her right into the corner!


LvK: And now Tiffany just picks Stomper up as if she were a small child!

RP: I hear she's real good with kids.

The fans let out another gasp, followed by loud applause at my display of strength! I hear Stomper groaning as she collapses into the corner, and I quickly slam my shoulder into her tummy -- once, twice, three times, before I pull back and straighten myself up. She's groggy, and leaning forward, gasping for air, shocked that I practically womanhandled her into the corner. I quickly SMACK her silly, palm to right cheek, and I watch her head snap to the side with a measure of satisfaction. The fans roar in approval!


RP: Now come on, that's uncalled for!

LvK: What? Stomper JUST did the same thing a moment ago!

RP: But she also gave Tiffany a chance to defend herself! Tiffany slapping the piss out of a defenceless Stomper, poor form, I call bad sportsmanship!


I take a few steps back until I'm in the centre of the ring, and Stomper angrily pulls out of the corner, rushing at me with blind rage. Easy pickings. I catch her arm as she moves in close, tilt my whole body at an angle and use her momentum against her. I whip her over my turning body, throwing her into the canvas with a silky smooth armdrag! We both get up at the same time and I clap my hands as she rushes at me like a bull. Catch her arm again, and armdrag her back into the mat!


LvK: Deep, deep armdrags from the Platinum Queen!


The fans are loving this. We both get to our feet at the same time, Stomper a little slow this time, but not short on rage. She swings at me wildly, but she hits nothing but air as I drop down to the mat and tangle her legs up with mine. Tripping her up with a drop-toe-hold, I watch Stomper collapse face-first into the mat with a cry, her body crashing roughly with the canvas. I untangle my legs and quickly get to my hands and knees, floating over her back until I'm laying over her shoulder-blades and the back of her head. Locking her tightly in a front facelock, I cinch the hold and squeeze, trying to cause her as much discomfort as possible.



LvK: In addition to her strength, Tiffany is also a very skilled, sound mat technician. The Stomper is having a real hard time keeping up with Tiffany on the mat.

RP: Well obviously. Her name's "STOMPER", with a name like that, she'd rather be throwing haymakers than cinching in wristlocks.

LvK: Well, I doubt she'd even know what a wristlock is-- Now Tiffany is practically smothering her, she's controlling Stomper easily in the opening minutes.

RP: Tiff can smother me anytime--

LvK: Knock it off!

Stomper starts to squirm, and slowly we get to our feet, with her bent forward still locked in my facelock. Quickly, I thrust several knees up into her chest, causing her to grunt and groan. Keeping the facelock intact, I toss her left arm over the back of my neck, grab her ripped jean shorts with my free hand, and STOMP on the mat -- flipping her over quickly with a snap suplex! We both land roughly onto the canvas, Stomper taking the full brunt of the suplex, and while she flops about on the mat in pain, I kick my feet up and roll backward until I'm mounted on top of her chest! Immediately, I slam my right forearm into her temple and cheek, repeatedly smashing forearms into her face while the fans cheer on!


RP: WOW! Look at those shots! She's pounding the hell outta her!

LvK: Stiff forearms right in the face! And Stomper still doesn't have an answer for Tiffany!

RP: I have an answer for Tiff --

LvK: Shut it!

Stomper starts to cover up, desperately attempting to block my vicious forearms. With a smirk, I pause in my assault, and abruptly grab her right wrist and JERK it away from her face! With silky precision, I turn my body to the right so my legs now drape over her face and chest. My hands still clutching her wrist, I pull it roughly and hold it against my chest while stretching her entire arm out! She screams and squirms while I trap her in a cross armbreaker, the fans excitedly applauding with some chanting:

"TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!"


RP: Hmm, looks like the fans are acknowledging Tiffany's extensive five years history of interpretive tap dancing.

LvK:....idiot.

Stompers' squirming and thrashing managed to get her close enough to the ropes and she drapes her ankle over the bottom rope. The ref quickly informs me and I break the hold. I roll away from her and get to my feet, slowly rising while Stomper lays there momentarily, clutching her arm and looking pretty dazed. I take a breather, bending forward to rest my hands on my thick, toned thighs, watching the Staten Island native collect herself.


RP: Stomper's down and Tiffany's..letting her get up? I don't get it, why isn't she capitalizing on her opponent when she's clearly got her down and hurting!?

LvK: Tiffany's pretty confident in her abilities to win the match fairly, and rightly so. She'll put a beating on you, but she'll always give you a chance to fight back and doesn't need to resort to cheap tactics.

RP: That's a horrible strategy!


She gets to her feet in a groggy manner, shaking her head all the while. She then sets her glossed eyes on me and I can see the killswitch flicking in her head. She rushes at me and I move forward. Just as I'm about to strike she manages to catch me with a kick to my tummy, and I grunt softly, bending forward. I yelp out when her hand tangles itself in my hair and she pulls on it roughly, turning me around to whip me into the ropes. The gal is moving way too sluggishly though, and doesn't have enough strength to throw me. So I reverse the move, and send her running into the ropes instead. As she bounces off of em' and comes running back at me, I meet her in the middle of the ring, pick her up underneath her arms and simply drop her -- so her crotch lands right onto my bent knee! She gasps out loud, and straightens up upon impact, clutching her crotch while groaning in pain. I'm on the move, springing up to my feet to dart into the ropes behind me. I bounce off of em' and TORPEDO right into Stomper with a BIG BOOT right into her vulnerable face! The fans ERUPT as Stomper's head just snaps back, her body following suit, and she crashes loudly into the canvas!


RP: HOLY CRAP! She damn near killed her with that Running Boot!

LvK: I believe Tiffany calls that sequence the "Silver Strike".

RP: And I believe I'm gonna call that blunt force trauma!

The force of my boot sends her back a little further than I anticipated and she ends up rolling right out of the ring! The fans at ringside share a bit of a laugh as Stomper flops onto the arena floor in a painful daze, and I stand back in the middle of the ring to soak in their cheers. The ref begins the 10-count while I pace about patiently within the ring. Stompers' getting a gracious break from my ass whipping, though the ref's count has already passed five and she's only gotten to one knee. Once the ref reaches 8, I slide out of the ring and grab Stomper. I push her under the bottom rope, rolling her back inside, and I slide in after her--only to get crushed by her fists as she practically dumps all her weight down on top of me with a double axe-handle smash! Looks like she wasn't as hurt as she may have appeared. I groan out loud, getting pounded with fists and boots as Stomper starts to unload on me. She's pounding away as hard as she can on me but her blows aren't doing much damage--the punishment I've dealt out has sapped her strength. The Stomper watches with panicked anger as I start to rise to my knees and she desperation starts to kick in. She needs a big move to keep me down or at least stun me. She runs to the opposite side of the ring, rebounding and coming back at me at full force. She's about five feet away from me before she launches herself into the air, arms and legs outstretched, entire body turned at an angle, hoping to catch me with a flying crossbody.

Except, I'm on my feet, and I catch HER.


LvK: Like running into a brick wall! Tiffany showing that pure strength here, while Stomper is just about all out of options!

The fans sound off with another cheer as I  catch the Stomper in my arms. I then almost effortlessly TOSS the Stomper UP onto my shoulders, settling her into a Firearm's Carry. The cheers of the fans rise up around the ring as I stand with the Stomper on my shoulders for only a brief moment -- before I spin her around my head, dropping her legs and pushing her body forward in midair, looping my arm across her chest to DRIVE her down into the canvas with a sideslam/Rock Bottom!


RP: OUCH! What a maneuver!

LvK: Tiffany with the "Platinum Justice"!

RP: Where does she come up with this stuff! That just sent Stomper back to Staten Island!

LvK: From the looks of it, Tiffany's not finished just yet.


Another eruption of noise bursts from the audience after I hit my patented Platinum Justice, and I slowly stand up and spread my arms out, posing for the cheering fans. Glancing down at the writhing Stomper, a wicked little smirk appears on my lips and I reach down and hoist her up. She's deadweight now, barely conscious and just leaning on me to support her. I step in behind her, tuck my head underneath her arm, and lift--hoisting her back up into the air, her back balanced precariously across my shoulders. I grab her head with my right arm, balance her leg with my left hand, keeping her in what appears to be a Torture Rack. Then, I push up hard with my left hand, thrusting the Stomper up high into the air, flipping her over so her body now faces the canvas as it falls back down just as my right arm tightly clutches her neck-- and I drop down and DRILL her head right into the canvas with a massive DDT!


LvK: FLATLINER!

RP: Holy *BEEP*! What a *BEEP*ng maneuver!!

LvK: Ref, you can count to ten, count to twenty, Stomper is NOT getting up from that!


I roll her over and drape myself over her, not even bothering to hook the leg.


1...2...3!


DINGDINGDING!


"HERE IS YOUR WINNER, THE PLATINUM QUEEN -- TIFFANY!!"

"Smack My Bitch Up" plays again loudly over the PA as I get up onto my feet and gaze down at the fallen Stomper. I pucker my glossy lips and blow the unconscious gal a kiss, before the ref raises my hand. Another resounding cheer rises from the fans and I smile at em', falling into my signature pose in the centre of the ring while their excited applause echo all around me. Looks like they're all standing, all of em' are on their feet as they all now know exactly who I am and what I'm capable of..


RP: Well, I'll be honest, I didn't think much of this Tiffany chick--

LvK: Chick?

RP: --at first, I thought she was just a real pretty face with a hot, sexy bod and a great set of--

LvK: GET TO YOUR POINT.

RP: --but she proved she can definitely GO! Wow, what a display! Power, technique, BRUTALITY. She is one helluva woman!

LvK: What a debut for the Platinum Queen! Tiffany picks up a great win after a dominating performance! Fans, we got lot more on the way, including the lovely Lisa Starr in action tonight! Stay tuned!

RP: This is love at first sight! Sadie doesn't like good girls, she's crazy, that's exactly my kinda girl!

LvK: You forgot some important things each of 'your kinda girl' should be: Blind and deaf AND Coming up next, Ladies and Gentlemen...

Cut to a graphic with me on the right side, looking kinda annoyed with my right fist pressed against my hip and my head turned away from the girl who's at the left. A big Canadian girl, dressed in a Canadian Flag-themed T-shirt, her right arm, braced, up in the air.

LvK: ...is the match between ,,Iron" Michelle Blound and Lisa Starr, who has hopefully recovered after what happened to her at First Strike.

RP: Sure! I for one, hope she's finally all cleared up in her head after Callista cracked it with her Mag....nificent offense.

LvK: Magnificent offense? Are you sure that's what you wanted to say?

RP: Positive!

LvK: Alright, anyways, let's get ready for our third match of the night!

CG: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first...

Oh Canada, our home and native land – blares through the speakers as the lights in the arena turn red. It sounds like lovely, yet Canadian children's choir sang it...and then it's replaced by some generic rock music as my opponent for tonight comes from behind the curtains.

CG: She hails from Mississauge, Ontario, Canada. Standing 5'10'' tall and weighting in at 165 pounds. It's Canada's Greatest Athlete, ,,Iron" Michelle Blount!

The crowd boos my tall opponent who doesn't show a lot of love for the fans, or their country, at all. She's wearing a black half top over a red sports bra. A maple leaf cutout on the chest of her top, letting the sports bra shimmer through in that Maple Leaf-shape. Also in a pair of black wrestling trunks, along with midcalf boots. After climbing into the ring, she raises her right arm and gives the heavy brace at her elbow a little tug with her left before settling in her corner and her music fades out.

CG: And her opponent...

The lights dim, white and blue lights flash and roam the arena as ,,Architects" by Rise Against blares through the speakers. Two of the lights focus on the curtain, a blue and a white one, and that's when I come charging out. After one quick step I hop up a bit, and crouch on the spot I land. Left hand resting on my left thigh. My right hand, covered by a black, fingerless glove, balled to a fist, bumps against the floor once before pounding that fist into the air as I get back up to my feet.

CG: From Chicago, Illinois. Standing 5'5'', weighing in at 115lbs. LLLLLLLLISA STAAAARRRRRRRR!

The crowd cheers as my knee high, silverish white and black converse boots thud over the steel ramp. Tied tops of the blue laces bounce a bit with each step. Right above the boots, I got a pair of black knee pads on. On top I'm wearing a black tanktop. A silver L and a blue S on the back of it. To finish off the outfit, I'm in a pair of ripped jeans that are tucked into the boots and knee pads. I didn't even bother to get into my wrestling outfit, just put on my boots, the pads and voila, here I am! Looking more pissed than ever after what happened at First Strike.

Finally reaching the ring, I hop and pull myself up to the ring apron with a little help from the middle rope. My bright platinum hair, with the trademark blue strands, falls over my shoulders as I get to my feet, then leap up and over the top rope into the ring. Landing with a few bounces on my toes. The crowd cheers as I give my taller opponent a little glare before turning to climb up to the middle ropes in my corner. My right arm out, tapping the wrist like tapping on a watch before shouting out ,,TIME'S BROKEN!"  and then hopping back to the canvas. Rolling my neck and shoulders, getting ready for the match.

LvK: Starr doesn't look very happy tonight, does she?

RP: I've never seen her real happy ever since I laid...

LvK: IN YOUR DREAMS and SHUT THE F*BEEP* UP FINALLY!!

RP: Did you just cause a beep? Wow! Didn't think you had it in you! I'm so proud of you!

LvK: You? Proud of me? Oh god, I never felt so dirty...

RP: That's what she s...

LvK: AAAAAND the match is underway!

*DING DING DING*

I'm out of my corner quickly, eyes narrowed at my bigger opponent...gee, why do I always get the tall ones?! She's obviously slower than I am, what I want to avoid though, is the power game. We're circling...I'm waiting for the right moment and find it when she comes lunging in rather clumsily. I quickly duck under it, and start throwing some kicks to her belly and chest once she's bent over.

LvK: Look at her go! Starr's going RIGHT in on Iron Michelle!

RP: Yeah, the CGA IMG looks just like Callista early on in her match against the Rockie. Tell me, how did that end again?

LvK: It ended with a damn Mag-

RP: -nificent offense from Callista. I know! ...I know.

While the two goofballs at the table argue, I keep my attack on the Canadian going. Spinning to my left and smacking a hard backhand across the side of her face before grabbing for a wrist. I turn and send her running across the ring, following right behind her and leaping up to go for a Running Calf Kick.

LvK: Ohhhhh right across the face! Ouch that had to hurt!

She goes down to her knees, where I quickly slide my arm under hers and pull. Getting Michelle over on her back, quickly hooking a leg as the ref drops for the count.

ONE

and she kicks out hard

LvK: Now that pin was a little early. ,,Iron" Michelle may have not won in a while, but she's no pushover.

RP: Starr's a disappointment! Rousey would have her finished 10 times by now!

LvK: ...

RP: Just saying!

LvK: ...

RP: We'll be right back after this short commercial break!

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RP: Just embrace the jiggle!

In the ring the action has slowed down as right now I'm trapped, face down on the canvas with Michelle having me in a side headlock.

LvK: Let's have a look at what you missed during the break.

The screen splits and a replay appears on the left side of the screen, labeled with ,,During commercial" and I'm seen running into the ropes, bouncing back with a Springboard and being intercepted by a Big Boot from the big Canadian. That move is repeated a few times from different angles, while on the Live Screen I start pushing my way up to my knees.

RP: Usually it's me who let's the Big Hammer out like that!

LvK: I won't ask...

RP: Oh come on! Ask! You know you wanna hear my answer!

LvK: No way!

RP: It's what I call my...

LvK: JESUS CHRIST WILL YOU STOP?!

RP: ...Pitbull. Get your mind out of the gutter, Larry!

The live action returns to full screen as I fight my way up to my feet along with rhythmic ,,Lisa Starr" chants from the crowd. Once standing, I throw my elbow back into Blount's ribs. Once, twice, three times. Feeling the grip loosen when suddenly my hair is grabbed and I'm taken back down harshly. The ref gets in my opponent's face, yelling at her to ,,Watch the hair!" as she just grins ear to ear. The fans boo as she goes back to work. Grabbing for my hair yet again to yank me up to my feet. She takes my arm and throws me into the ropes. Taking them back first to come running back at her and as I do, she's looking to use that brace to her advantage, swinging the elbow for my face. I see it coming and duck under it. Picking up some more speed before leaping into the ropes. I Springboard off of it, twisting to my left and throwing my right leg around. And just as she turns to face me again...WHACK! I smack her right across the side of her head with a big kick.

LvK: Lisa hits the Stage Dive! From out of nowhere! Took the big girl right off her feet!

I'm landing on a knee as my opponent falls to the ring with a loud thud. The crowd on their feet as I push myself up and head over to the downed Canadian. Giving her braced elbow a quick little stomp for good measure on my way past her before grabbing for her head. Dragging the groaning girl up until she's on her knees, her head under my right arm as I pull my right leg back before kicking it out forwards along with my left. Throwing myself down on my back to drill her head into the canvas with a DDT. It's always a satisfying feeling to watch a girl's head snap up off the boards like that. That groggy look, that groan from the crowd, and then having her drop down again with her arms wrapped around her head...delicious! I sit up, for the first time tonight I'm actually seen with a smile across my lips.

LvK: Starr looks happier now!

RP: Doesn't everyone look satisfied and happy after getting head?

LvK: You're disgusting!!

After taking some time to take a breather, I get to my feet and pull my opponent up with me. Once we're standing I'm not wasting any more time. Stepping in and ducking a bit to get my head and neck underneath her right arm as I wrap my right arm across her neck and back. My left arm goes around her leg, wrapped around her right thigh. Taking a few deep breaths, knowing that this will NOT be easy to pull off against a 165lbs girl!

RP: There's NO way she can pull this off again! Not against CGA IMB!

LvK: She got it against Quinn, too! But this girl is another weight class! She shouldn't even be trying this...OH MY!

With a loud scream of effort I straighten out my legs, leaning back and trying to straighten up with my arms around the big girl. She slooowly comes off the canvas and as she does, I snap my hips forward and twist my body to the left a bit. Pulling my right arm across to that side to get the girl up and over, slamming her down into the canvas neck and shoulders first with a T-Bone Suplex. Getting a loud cheer from the crowd as the ring shakes hard. Even a little "Holy Shit" chant comes up after I've Suplexed a woman 50lbs heavier than myself.

LvK: I can't believe it! Starr hit the Straight Edge! Can you believe it?! Wow!!

RP: She's obviously doped!

LvK: We talked about that last time, remember?

RP: The more reason to think she is! She made us believe that twice in 1 week now!

LvK: She made YOU think so! And a nutcase like you isn't a trustworthy, independent prosecutor.

RP: I'm 'Murican!! So I'm all independent since 1777, biatch!

LvK: sighs...

This Suplex caught everyone off guard it seems. The ref, the crowd, the idiotic announcers, the All-Canadian Canadian...and maybe myself a bit as well. It's taking me a while to make it back up to my feet. Once standing, I crouch down, left forearm across my left thigh, pounding my right fist against the canvas. First slowly, then a little faster with each hit I put down on the ring boards as my opponent starts to come back up to her feet as well. Looking to finish her off now as she stands as I step in from behind. My right arm goes over her left arm and across her throat for a reverse headlock, reaching down with my left hand to grab her bottoms at the waist.

LvK: She's going for the CSC! The Chicago Street Cutter! If she hits this, it's good night Canada!

But just before I try to get her off her feet, she grabs the ref with one of her long arms and pulls, having him slam right into me. I'm forced to release my grip on her, the ref stumbles across the ring, so do I, but my stumbling is soon cut off as "Iron" Michelle comes rushing in off the ropes, spins and catches the back of my head HARD with a spinning elbow. Slamming that brace she's got on right against the back of my skull, taking me down hard.

LvK: Oh what the hell?! That's just cheap from Blount!

RP: Cheap? What are you talkin' about? She needs that brace for medical issues!!

LvK: And what about the ref-thing?

RP: Probably...I dunno...medical issues?

Michelle quickly pulls me over to my back, the crowd boos loudly as she looks to steal one here. It's taking the ref a while to find us in the ring. And once he's got us he quickly throws himself down, slapping the canvas.

LvK: Oh no this can't end this way!

RP: ONE! Sure can! TWO! Just watch! Th...

LvK: STARR KICKS OUT! Oh thank god!

RP: Oh no! This can't keep going this way

The crowd lets out a loud, long "TWOOOOOOO!" as Michelle adjusts her arm brace, then goes to argue with the ref. Yelling at him to "Count faster, eh!!" But so un-canadian! She didn't even apologize! Meanwhile I'm left groaning on the canvas, on my right side, and that blow to the back of my head has re-opened the cut I've suffered at First Strike when Callista tripped me. Shaking my head a bit as the blood starts staining my hair a little red back there.

"Fine, I'll finish the damned hoser another way!" She yells out before getting to her feet. Taking two fist fulls of my hair to 'help' me up to my feet. As I get up, my right hand goes to the back of my head, and I feel there's more than sweat back there. Looking at my hand, and I see the blood on my fingertips. "You little bitch..." I growl, then let out a little groan as I take a kick to my belly, doubling me over as the Canadian turns and rushes into the ropes. The ring shakes, boards rumbling and bouncing with each of her heavy steps. Straightening up a bit to see her coming right back at me, looking like a freaking freight train coming my way, with her braced arm pulled back and ready to blow my head off with it.

LvK: Watch out! Here comes the Iron Elbow!

RP: Whoever catches Starr's head wins a Diet Coke sticker

LvK: What was that last part?

RP: ...Nothin!

Blount's got a cocky grin across her lips, pretty sure she's gonna knock my head off and into the 5th row. My hair's fallen over my face, and behind that my eyes are pretty much on fire!! Staring straight into the Canadian's eyes. She made me bleed, and she's gonna PAY! I watch her come at me, and as she swings her arm out, I twist to my side. Catching the arm and dropping down on my hip and side.

RP: What the hell?!

The crowd gasps along with the announcers as I trap Michelle's arm between my legs, then lock my hands, grinding the back of my gloved, right hand against her face as I yank back in a Crippler Crossface.

LvK: Starr countered!! She's got Blount in the Restring!! Middle of the ring! Oh my!

RP: She can't do that!! It's her braced arm! It's injured already! Someone stop this!!

I keep yanking, roaring out loudly in effort as my poor opponent screams out in agony. Clawing at the canvas with her free hand, then my forearm. As soon as she touches it, I press my boots into the canvas, arching myself back further, pulling her up further and putting more strain on that shoulder and neck. It doesn't take very long now until she *TAP TAP TAP*s out and the ref calls for the bell. It's not like I care about that very much right now, though. She made me bleed, she's gonna pay!!

CG: Here's your winner, Lisa Starr!

The crowd cheers as the ref starts giving me a 5-count and I release the hold at 2. Giving the sobbing "Iron" Michelle a dismissive little shove before getting back up to my feet. Having the ref raise my arm in victory as the crowd cheers loudly.

RP: What are they cheering her for? She should be Disqualified! That lil Rockie is getting WAY out of control!

I rub the back of my head as my music blares through the speakers, feeling that the little wound has already stopped bleeding. So it wasn't that bad after all! The ref goes to a knee to take care of the moaning Canadian who's still clutching her shoulder as I climb the ropes again, pumping my right fist into the air once before climbing out of the ring and heading back up the ramp.

RP: Starr cheated! This is a disgrace! She shouldn't be allowed in that ring EVER again!

LvK: Are you serious? Countdown pulls off things WAY worse than keeping a hold locked in a little too long. Don't you remember that Mag-

RP: -nificent offense Callista put on her? Hell yeah, I did! Best thing in wrestling EVER!

LvK: sighs....let's cut to a commercial, before this idiot crawls any deeper into Quinn's derriere.

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After the ad the screen returns to blonde bombshell in a way too tight and way too short black pinstrip dress and heels, jogging through the backstage are. A microphone in her hand. The camerawork is very unsteady and some gasps and grunts are head from the cameraman (whose looks give the producers every right in the world to hide him BEHIND the camera). They're following a who's wearing her hair in 3 different colors tonight. Platinum blonde, blue and a hint of red on the back.

Anna Ruethli, a Swiss-born hottie is the one who replaced the old interviewer a few weeks ago after she's been taken through that locker room door by the Purple Punk. She's got that cute germanic-sounding accent with that even cuter sound these swiss make whenever they say a K or H. You know what I mean? Ending each of those K's as if she was about to throw up? Anyways...

AR: Miss Starr! Miss....Miss Starr!

She waves at the cameraman to go faster, wanting to get closer because I "can't hear her"...actually I'm just pretty good at ignoring people. I learned that while sharing a place with Gemma.

"Miss....Miss Starr! Lisa! Do you have a moment? Please?"

I keep walking, I'm almost at my locker room, when suddenly that girl stands right next to me. I stop, head lowered a bit, just moving my eyes to glare straight into hers, back still turned to the camera as she starts, sounding a little out of breath after that spring

"You must have not heard me! I'm An..."

"I heard you" Is all I bitterly spit back at her as the cameraman closes in behind us. She looks at me a little flustered "And I know who you are. What I DON'T know, is what you want from me" I growl. Ever since I've had that match taken from me by Callista and her Mag-Lite I've been kinda...let's say...tense?

She looks at me through those big, brown deer-like eyes, looking stunned after I snapped back at her like that. She finally scrambles up a few pieces of the courage she just dropped all over the floor "I...wanted to congratulate you on your first victory in FTW and...what does it feel like?"

"What it feels like?" I turn to face her, then look into the camera, shaking my head a bit before looking back at her, taking her hand with the mic, leading it towards my lips "Feels good! But you know what? It would've felt better at First Strike! But that win was robbed from me! Stolen by Quinn, stolen by Countdown, just like they stole my debut!" I take the mic out of her hand and turn to the camera. "And someone paied for that tonight!"

"What you saw out there was nothing but practice for me. Practice for the real deal! Quinn, if you think I'm done with you, you're wrong. Very wrong! I'm the Future of this company. I'm the future of this business and nothing can stop me from reaching the top! Not you, not Rox, not Megan, not Red! The Mag-Lite slowed me down, but I will NEVER come to a stop. And just for your information, the next time I see one of you, I'll kick this boot so far down your throat, pe..." in that moment the cute blond takes the mic from my hands and shakes her head at me a little. "Please watch your language while I'm on the air!" "Heh..." I smirk, then give her a soft little backhanded smack to her chest. "Courage, huh? Nice! I started to think all girls here are spineless t*BEEP*"

After receiving an almost stern look from Anna she tries to continue the interview "So, after this impressive win over the bigger "Iron" Michelle Blount, what's next on the Agenda for Lisa Starr?"

"Yeah, it was kinda impressive, huh?" A little grin comes across my lips as I rub the back of my head with my right hand. "I mean, she's like what...50 pounds more than I am? Still tossed her around like a rag doll! And that goes to show you, that I'm much tougher than I look. I've said it before, I'll say it again. I'm here to stay, I'm gonna rules this place! Because I am th Best..." "OMG LISA?!" "...oh f*BEEP*! Cut! Cut, stop this! Turn the cam off!" A worried looking tall girl comes rushing in from the side, her blonde hair with that hint of a strawberry red tone in it comes in and starts fingering around on the back of my head while I got a very annoyed look on my face.

"Are you bleeding? What the hell?!" "It's Okay, Sunny. It stopped already" "No, it's not!! I told you to be careful out there! And...Jeans? Really? Just what do ya think this is? Some kinda ECW/ROH Mikey Whipwreck Crossover revival show?!"

Anna looks confused for a few moments after that babbling before becoming professional again. "And here's another interesting interview partner! Welcome to FTW, Lindsay! You have a big match coming up later tonight against Sadie. Any words for her?"

Lindsay lifts her head and looks into the camera. "Ehm...nooooooooooooo? No time now! Later!" "Stop filming right now!" "Lemme look at that, Lisa" "It's ALRIGHT, damn it!" I sigh and roll my eyes "Let's at least get away from here?" I say as I just head off towards my locker room again. The camera stays on it as Lindsay follows me with steps that are way too small and fast for a girl whose legs are so long. She keeps babbling on about "safety.......dangerous.......concussion.....trauma...." while I just stomp along the hall looking more annoyed than angry right now. Hands in the front pockets of my jeans. Just kicking the door open before disappearing inside with the yapping Lindsay right behind me.

The whole arenas lights suddenly switch off, causing people to feel unease and anxious. Static suddenly appears on the titan tron, cutting out a bit until the last few, you see a silhouette face as it cuts before going dark again.

"Saviours? Saviours." 

The quite posh, Etonian accent sounds throughout the arena.

A couple of lights suddenly point around the scaffolding area where some of the cameras are. The majority of the audience turn their heads and look up and then a majority gasps, shouts in shock while a few cheers in excitement.

The lights point to me, leaning on the frame a bit, my tall frame dressed my Black Trenchcoat that covers the White Nike Long Sleeved Compression Shirt, Black Demin Jeans and Shoes, the brim of the Black Cap creating a shadow that covers most of my face from the mass of people. The Mic being held in my right hand.

"Being saved is not what this industry and the people need. And it certainly isn't what they want."

Straightening up a bit, the frames being relived from my weight. Not that it was much anyways.

"Many wackos and nutjobs has been trying to "save this industry" for more than a century.." 

I quickly raise my left index finger out to the crowd.

"...And it has not worked one time!!"

A few people start to cheer a bit. More than from the beginning. I start to pace one way a few steps to my left, looking on at the masses, the shadow still concealing my face, Mic still in hand.

"These idiots do not have the most basic building blocks to support these little crusades to. Little things like 'We got to be tolerant to those that disagree with us'. Things like 'We got to be tolerant to those that worship a different god than us'. Or that a journalist is to be able to disagree with the president!"

I then briskly walk towards the nearest camera to my right.

"Let me ask you this. You people think that you can just march into a country based on some fundamentalist religious principles, drop a few bombs, topple a dictator and start a democracy!?"

I pause for two seconds and turn away from the camera, walking back to my original point where I was standing before.

"*scoffs* Give me a break!"

"People do not want freedom. They want boundaries, rules, protection. From invaders and from themselves. People need a leader who can give the support and the constraints to keep chaos at bay. You give them that, and they will follow....."

I then take off the Black cap that had concealed my identity, showing my true self. Letting the people see my face and let it burn in their retinas.

A little smirk forms on my lips.

"......And that's where I come in."

"I have been living in the shadows for too long now. It is time for me to step out of the darkness and into the spotlight. Oh and I would need to mention that I will be the special commentator for the main event."

I chuckle a bit before looking at the cheering majority of people.

"Well I guess you can say...it is my time now."

It suddenly goes dark again for only a few seconds. Then, all the lights come back on and I am not there any more. Gone, vanished, dissapeared. But the crowd knows very well that they are gonna see me again very soon.

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Short Chuck Jones animation of a wide-eyed cartoon bulldog racing through a living room, trailing flames.

Cut to a serious man in a suit in front of a series of pie charts.  It is Clancy Brown.

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The screen fades in to a camera in the corridors of the arena. I'm walking towards the screen, a white towel over my left shoulder, a small bottle of water in the right hand and a smile across my lips. Wearing a gray THE Ohio State University t-shirt and a pair of tight, blue Lycra shorts with a red dragon climbing up the right hip. Feet covered by gray and red NIKE sneakers with matching socks peeking up over the ankles. Nodding at the camera on my way past ,,Care to join me?"

On our way through the halls I take a sip from the water, then look into the camera.
,,Hi! I'm Lindsay, and I'm SUPER happy I'm here! I remember what my friends told me when I joined the Greater Ohio Wrestling League. Things like ,,Are you crazy?" or ,,This is nothing for you!" or ,,They go kick yo ass, girl!". And now I'm here! Getting my first shot at FTW!" I stop, turn and grab the camera at the sides, getting my face right in front of it. ,,CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!"

Letting out a little giggle as I continue. Reaching the door to the little gym set up in the arena. Holding the door open for the cameraman before stepping in myself. Starting to stretch a little.
,,I heard the words from my opponent tonight and...Sadie! I think I might have to have a few words with you! For example, I don't think it's okay you heard a lot of things about me, while I heard almost nothing about you! That's not fair! But anyways..."

Starting to work with a jump rope ,,You say you don't like good girls? That's a shame, because I'm the best good girl you'll find! Now, I'm not here to sell cookies, you see? I do serve beatings, though. And don't worry about not fitting in anywhere, sweety. Because this adorable mid-westerner here can totally help you fit into a tidy little box. I'll just fold you up real nice until you fit right in! And about that teensy-tiny scorpion you got upstairs? That one will be de-tailed by the Dragon!"

Tossing the jump rope into a corner of the room before taking a deep breath and closing in on the camera. "And I'll also teach you not to curse in public, Sadie Davis. I'll teach you lots of things! And after I'm done with you, I'm going to stride on and on, right towards that FTW Heavyweight Championship! And now..."

Giving the lens of the camera a kiss before backing up and walking towards the treadmill. "...if you'll excuse me, please? I'm trying to get myself ready for the match. Ta ta!"

The cameraman steps back towards the door and the picture fades out with me taking a light jog on the treadmill. Giving the camera a last wave, smile and a wink as my blonde hair bounces on my shoulders...

Camera cuts back to the announce desk where LvK and RP look, wide-eyed, at their monitors.

LvK: Well, that was...

RP: Hey, can I be the guest announcer next show?

(Pause)

LvK: You know, I have to be honest. I was thinking the exact same thing, partner.

RP: Let's not make a habit out of this, okay?

LvK: (looking back at the camera) Ladies and gentlemen, as you know, we have a tournament for the FTW World Title, and one of the wrestlers who was definitely on the list for that tournament was Rowan Chance.

RP: The woman who makes your psycho ex-girlfriend look like Mother Theresa.

LvK: (eyeing RP for a moment, then turning back to the camera) But when FTW officials tried contacting her, instead of getting a response about the tournament, they got this instead. Check it out...


CAMERA cuts to a dark screen. A shadowy room lit by a thousand candles. In the center of the room sits a woman with her head down, her hair falling in front of her face. Her long, black/brown hair sways gently.

The shadows cling to her, helping her long hair hide what might be her naked body.

For a moment, there's only silence. Then, a voice. A woman's voice.

But not Rowan's voice.

"Be careful what you wish for," she says. She does not look up. Her breath brushes against the hair hiding her face. "Isn't that how the cliche goes?"

She laughs like autumn branches, stripped of leaves, scraping on the window.

"You wanted Rowan gone," she says.



The camera FLASHES to a black and white shot of Rowan being broken by the Stroke of Midnight, caught between Punky's powerbomb and Gemma's backstabber. Then, comes back to the candle-lit room.



"Well," she says, her voice lilting. "You got your wish."

She raises one naked arm, waving something away. "She's gone now."



The camera flashes again, Rowan lying broken on the mat, Punky flipping her over for the pin. Then, back to the room.



"Gone, gone, gone."



The camera flashes again, the Countdown standing over her broken body. Then, back to the room.




"And someone... something else... has taken her place."



The camera flashes to what appears to be a ring in a Japanese promotion. A woman in a mask has another wrestler trapped in some kind of elaborate leg lock. The camera's cuts are so fast, details are hard to catch.



The woman in the candles starts slowly shaking her head, back and forth.

"Something... dangerous..."



Back to the Japanese match: the masked woman grabs her opponent's leg and TWISTS it. The sound of a dry tree branch breaking echoes from the screen.



"Something... relentless..."



Another match with barbed wire around the ring. The same masked female wrestler stands in the middle, her opponent in a front face lock. Between her legs is a small, paper box. The masked wrestler raises one arm, then locks on a cradle DDT, bringing both of them toward the mat. And when they hit, the box explodes.




"Something... merciless..."



The word "ONI" flashes on the screen, followed by the word "AIKA."

Then, we see the masked woman standing behind another wrestler, the masked woman wrapping a chain around the other woman's throat. The other wrestler's face is turning purple, her tongue hanging out, her hands limply slapping at the chain. The ref tries to break the hold, but the masked woman only laughs, her face turned to the sky.



In that little room, lit only by candles, the masked woman stops moving. She raises her head. Through her thick, wet hair, you can see the mask.

"And that something... is me."

Under her mask, a smile curls up. A smile as sharp as a razor. Then, she puts two fingers against her throat... and spits a vicious red mist at the camera.



SMASH CUT TO BLACK.


The camera cuts back to LvK and RP looking at their monitors with a stunned silence.


RP: I take back everything I've ever said about Rowan Chance. She's a sweet, generous and charitable woman who has nothing but kindness in her heart.

LvK: Ladies and gentlemen... um... we'll be right back...

LvK:  Well after that rather...

RP: Crazed? Insane? Off her rocker?

LvK: Ominous interview with Rowan Chance, (your mic is hot by the way) we return to action in the ring.

RP: Oh yeah and these two lovelies I'm sure will be bringing glory to the Mulkey name.

LvK: Rick, you know these cousins are debuting tonight...

RP: And being fed to a seasoned veteran.  Right now what I wouldn't give for these two to be kissing cousins! Look at 'em Larry! They are smokin' hot!

LvK: Will you stop!  It's demeaning for you to talk about women competitors like that.

RP: Competitors? Well these two can certainly put the "ti---"

LvK: Enough! To the ring announcer...PLEASE...*grumbling* stupid guy is going to get us sued...

RP: But look at the racks...*mic cuts out*


CG: The next match is a single's match. One fall with a 10 minute time limit. First, already in the ring accompanied by her cousin, Billie....at 5'10 and 125 lbs from Anderson, South Carolina, Randi MULKEY!!!!!!

The taller of almost twin look alike platinum blondes raises her hands excitedly and waves to a polite and appreciative crowd.  She's wearing a dark blue one piece suit with the left side cut out almost to her mid-abs with MULKEY spelled out on the right side of her suit perpendicular to her ribs.  Her cousing Billie is a couple of inches shorter, but wearing a matching suit and boots as Randi.  Both look very excited and happy to be starting off their career in wrestling in the brand new FTW alliance.  They also are stunning with a clear resemblance to

RP: ...Kelly Kelly.  Oh my mic is back on. Thanks guys! I know we're PG. Sheesh. I wasn't going to say anything about the Total Nonstop Action these two new girls are bringing to the ring.  Man.  But you have to agree with me Larry, they do look like sisters of Kelly Kelly more than they do their Mulkeymania fathers.

LvK: And I think everyone is glad of that. But tonight they face the muscle of the Countdown organization who is well known to not play nice with opponents, male or female.

RP: So the Enforcer is going to be figuratively popping *mic cuts out*


CG: And her opponent, accompanied by fellow Countdown member, Punky!  From Parts Unknown, coming in tonight at 5'11 and 190lbs..THE RED ENFORRRRRRRRRCCCCEEEERRRRRRRRRR


RP: Is Chucky into that announcement because he likes Red or is worried he'll make him crap his pants?


The lights dim and the opening strains of Simon Says by Pharoahe Monch https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IcKvMQoyb9g (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IcKvMQoyb9g)  play with that familiar beat and roar from the original Godzilla movie announcing to the crowd that the monster is coming.  I walk out and stand on the stage, looking at my opponent and her cousin in the ring..  Punky is beside me and carrying a chair clearly marked by the spray painted word RAID which appears to be the chair she had grabbed earlier.  I slowly walk from the stage and ignore the booing fans completely. I never lose eye contact with my opponent and watch her slowly go from excited joy to slow apprehension to clear fear at what's coming next for her complete with a dramatic gulp.  I ascend the steps and grab the top rope, scraping my boots off on the apron old school style as I was taught many years ago.  I slip into the ropes and rub my black wrist tape.  I'm wearing simple black trunks with COUNTDOWN in red instead of my normal ENFORCER script.  Black boots and knee pads as well.  I just stand there waiting as the ref checks us and then the bell rings.

Randi is getting last minute coaching from Billie, who's on the apron and that's the first rookie mistake.  I rush Randi and drive my body into hers and flatten her into the corner while also knocking Billie off the apron and hard onto the floor.  Before the ref even gets over to me, I am pounding hard forearms into Randi's sternum, over and over again.

RP: There's a shortage of perfect breasts in the world, Red! Don't ruin one set!

LvK: Do you want me telling him you were cheering against him?

RP: Swing away, Red! Swing away!

The ref gets there and pulls me off. I shrug and put my hands on the middle ropes, pulling myself forward and just burying my shoulder into poor Randi's belly.  The blonde crumples over and lays on my back until I drive forward again and ram her into the corner.  The crowd ooos as I keep up the punishment. The ref starts counting and I slam Randi into the corner in time with his counts. "One...Ooof"  "Two...Unnggg"  "Three...Auuughhh"  "Four...Oooooo" and I pull up. The ref yells at me and I look at him and say very loudly, holding up one hand, palm out, "I've got till Five!"  I then grab her wrist, seeing that the only thing holding her up is the corner, and then whip her hard into the opposite corner. I watch her with a big grin, remembering doing spars and training with her father and uncle.  I see her staggering out and I wind up my right arm and rush her.  My arm catches her right in the neck and Randi flies up in the air and does a flip and lands hard chest first to the mat.  I use the toe of my boot and flip her over and lazily lay across her chest as the ref rushes to deliver the count. 

LvK: Just pure brutality so far by the Enforcer tonight.

RP: He's obviously sending a message Larry.

LvK: What would that be Rick?

RP: Don't F*BEEP* with Countdown.

LvK: And here's a pin attempt. 1..2...and..he pulls her up.  He could have had her, but he just pulled her up.

RP: He's not done with her yet Larry.

I slowly drag Randi back up to her feet. She's swaying limply, pretty much only upright because I'm holding her up. I move my face into hers and say "Looks like you drew the short straw tonight Rookie.  Welcome to the FTW. I hope you survive the experience."  With the last bit of her strength, Randi pulls her hand back and slaps me right in the face with a loud SMACK that echoes in the arena.  The crowd cheers, but that doesn't last long as I grab her tights with one hand, hair with the other and toss her out of the ring.  She flies right between the top and middle rope and lands in a solid heap right next to Punky.  The ref comes over to me and I hold my hands up in surrender, arguing with him and slowly walking him back to the opposite corner.


to be continued

I'm out here to keep an eye out for Rowan, and to show some solidarity for the Countdown for Red's first singles match under our banner, and to make sure Rowan doesn't pop up, and to intimidate the locker room, and to watch for Rowan to show her face so I can bash it in.

Fuckin' spiders, always showing up when you think you've squashed them.

I'm proud of the spray paint job I did on the chair with just the supplies I had on me - a black chevron with the old yellow RAID logo stencilled over it adorns the cheap blue paint of the steel seat.

RAID.  Kills bugs dead.

I unfold the chair with a CLANK and take a deliberate seat in it just outside Red's corner as the Enforcer rushes across the ring to unload on the unfortunate Mulkey cousins - god damn, who did their ugly-ass daddies knock up to get those genes cooking?  I grin as Red goes to town, his brutality and ferocity pleasantly distracting me from the concerns of the day.

Eventually, pretty blonde Randi gets tossed through the ropes like yesterday's Brunswick stew and ends up splatted on the concrete next to me.  Billie, recovered from her unexpected stage dive off the apron, comes racing around to protect her cousin's honor. I flick my dark eyes just once at Red, seeing that he's got the referee's full attention with an arcane dicussion of the specialized rules for masked wrestlers as established under the Santo Treaty.

"You keep away from her!" Billie warns me with all the ferocity a rookie who looks like she models for Banana Republic can muster.

I hold my hands up innocently, the zippers and chrome dangles on my big leather jacket clinking.  "Hey, doll, I was just gonna check to make sure Red didn't hurt her.  The big guy's gone crazy! NO idea what's wrong with that masked bastard!"  I sound positively AFFRONTED ... but as good an actress as I am, I'm still a little insulted when Billie turns away from me to go to one knee and check on Randi. Fuckin' kids. It's like they've never seen me on TV before.

RP: Have the Mulkey beauties not SEEN Punky in action before?  Do they not get cable in the deep South?

LvK: I feel like Megan Dow is about to offer an important lesson in trust.

RP: Yeah. Trust Punky to remind you not to turn your back on her.

I stand up smoothly, a quick glance making sure that the ref is checking Red's mask lacings at the big Enforcer's behest, and I snap my RAID chair shut as silently as an assassin screwing on a silencer.  A big heavy swing across the back is everyone's go-to with steel chairs, but that makes a loud NOISE. 

I instead wrap my hands around the closed legs and drive the rounded steel upper edge right into the small of Billie's back, making her arch up in silent agony, and then I casually reverse my grip and twist my hips to drive the same edge into the back of her skull with a sound like an aluminum baseball bat pulping a cantaloupe.  Her eyes roll up and she flops across her cousin Randi, whose legs kick up comically for a moment before dropping back to the concrete.  I set my chair back down neatly, clacking it open, and lean down to scoop up dear Billie Mulkey by that luxuriant blonde hair and a handful of suit that wedges sweetly between her peachy buns, rolling her under the bottom rope.  I resume my seat, folding my arms casually under my chest, and slouching back as I shove the half-conscious Randi Mulkey under the ring apron with one boot.

RP: It was nice of Punky to help Randi get back in the ring.

LvK: That's not RANDI!  Dow brutally attacked BILLIE Mulkey and put HER in the ring with the Red Enforcer!

RP: C'mon now, van Keel.  You've gotta lay off these crazy conspiracy theories. I only see one Mulkey out here.

LvK: WHAT?!  WHAT ARE YOU TAL- THEN WHERE DID THE OTHER ONE GO, RICK?!

RP: Probably had a mani-pedi.

LvK: ...

RP: That reminds me, I've got one tomorrow!  Gotta set a reminder.

I keep arguing with the ref and looking over his blind spot to see what my buddy Punky is doing.  It takes almost all of my reserve to keep from wincing at the nasty chairshot she gives Billie.  That poor girl collapses faster than a politician's campaign promises.  And as Punky tosses her into the ring, I think I need to thank those girls for wearing the matching suits, especially since the wedgie Punky's given her really emphasizes the ample curve of Billie's cheeks.  I take Billie quickly so the ref doesn't realize what's going on and haul her to her feet. I can see she's still in pain and groggy and is trying to tell me something. "W..wait..no..I'm..." "I know" I tell her as I press her body back into the ropes and then launch her to the opposite side. She hits the ropes at speed and flies back at me.When she comes at me, I set my feet apart and lean into her, wrapping my arms around her waist.  These Mulkey girls are soft and pleasant and Billie molds herself against me as I lift her up.  "Wait...please!!!" I ignore her cries and let her momentum push me back as I lift her up and spin quickly with her and slamming her body down hard into the mat with my Enforcer spinebuster!  I move in for a pin, my weight over hers and noticing she's a bit softer and curvier than her cousin.  One..two..and I pull her up this time.  The ref gets in my face and I drag Billie up to her feet. She sways like an understuffed ragdoll as she hangs there.  I grab her hair with one hand, her suit with the other and toss her back out of the ring towards Punky.

RP: Such a nice guy, letting Randi take a break like that!

LvK: That's Billie!

RP: Whatever!

I snort with laughter when I overhear Red going all Han Solo on the confused young Mulkey before he AA's her so hard that she ends up two inches shorter.  Then Billie is tossed out like a busty sack of wet laundry to thud to the mats next to me - Red's got really good aim - and I casually glance into the ring to find that Red is now intentionally drawing out the ref's ire about the broken pinfall.

It's a discussion I've had myself, many times.  Referees just don't seem to GET why you'd pull someone up at 2.  It's like they have no sense of drama.

Billie looks distracted by her own agony for now, but Randi is stirring, gradually crawling out from under the ring.  I need to tranquilize her quickly, so I'm up on my boots and bending down to lace my arms under hers, hooking my fingers at the nape of her neck and yanking her to her feet.

"Ahh!  Wha- what're you doing?  Billie?!" Even bent over in a painful double underhook, Randi can apparently sense the distress her cousin is in through their mystic bond.  Also she can see Billie laying there groaning on the mats just in front of her.

I lock those arms up tight, taking a brief but poignant look at Randi's lovely but slim butt.

"Do you know your cousin has a nicer *BEEP*ing ass than you?"

"I ... y- .. wh-WHAT?"

"Work on that," I offer as sage advice before I bend my knees low and THRUST up and back, yanking the slender blonde up off her feet and falling back to plant her pretty face into the mats with a Double Arm DDT, landing with a distinct THUD that fortunately stops Randi's sudden bout of self-conscious body image questioning and just leaves her with her leg twitching like a crushed katydid.

LvK: THIS IS RIDICULOUS!

RP: I know!  I'm seeing double! These Mulkey girls are DEVIOUS!

LvK: ... WHAT?!

RP: The ref's GOTTA keep better track of these girls!  They're pulling all sorts of Killer Bees mischief here!

LvK: They're BOTH UNCONSCIOUS, Rick!

RP: So were the Killer Bees, most of the time.

I take her hair and suit, yanking both taut as I drag the deadweight Mulkey to her feet - you know, on second look, I think her slimmer, trimmer ass actually does look nicer; I should apologize when she wakes up - and roughly roll her under the ropes to flop over on the canvas.

I bend over and haul Billie to her feet and take a good firm grip on her hair and suit again - "Owww, my gorgeous ass," she murmurs half-consciously - and then just before the ref can turn around I take a running start and SWING from the hips, skidding to my knees as I hurl Billie under the ring.  She disappears under the apron and slides far enough below that I hear the clatter of the kendo sticks every wrestling promotion stores under the ring (I assume to help tighten the ropes if they come loose).

The referee approaches the ropes as Red scoops Randi's wreckage off the canvas and glares suspiciously down at me as I resume my seat in my spray-painted chair, keeping a weather eye out for Black Widows.

"Wasn't there another girl out here?"

"Nobody here but us *BEEP*ing chickens," I grin up at him.

He peers around and starts to turn back to the match, then hears the faint clatter of a folded table moving under the ring and a soft hollow groan, and glowers at me.

"What was THAT?"

I look back at him with wide innocent dark eyes and splay my hands out.

"*BEEP*ing leprechauns," I tell him earnestly, glaring at the ring apron to make sure it doesn't stir.  "They're all trying to get on TV since *BEEP*ing Hornswoggle hit it big."

He grunts and appears dubious, but then is fortunately distracted by violence.

I see Punky return Randi to me and notice she was taking an awfully long time staring at Randi's ass.  I never can tell what Punky's type is.  Some days I think it's a slender, mixed race hottie with a nice ass, other days it seems like it's a short, tattooed up pale Englishwoman and some days it seem like it's heavily tattooed Straight Edge living Walking Dead enthusiasts.  I do happen to agree with Punky in one sense, these Mulkey gals have fine asses.  I grab Randi by her platinum blonde hair and raise her up.  She sways as sexily as her cousin and just as bonelessly.  She may not have the same curves, but she is one nicely fit woman.  Shit I better do something awful quickly or Sadie'll kill me!

RP: You know, he could just hold her there for the rest of the time limit. It's a lovely moon out tonight.

LvK: *audibly buries his hands in his face* Are you still in middle school?

RP: No, you're getting me confused with Lawler.

While holding her hair up with my hands, I fire off a sharp knee to Randi's belly.  She gags audibly and I let her fold over.  The crowd behind her takes more pictures, adding to my rep of having the most Instagrammed and Flickred matches of all time.  Punky helped out this time with the brutal wedgie that has hit near Cuban levels of tightness.  I release Randi's hair and she leans forward, her forehead pressing against my abs and the only reason she's still upright.  My hands go for her wrists and I cross them in front of her.

RP: WEATHER ALERT! HURRICANE HUGO'S ABOUT TO STRIKE AGAIN!!!

With a grunt I lift my weary, aching opponent up in the air into a perfect straightjacket powerbomb position.  I keep her up on my shoulders for a moment and do a quick spin with her.  I notice that more than just her sweat has dampened her suit and then drive her back and shoulders solidly down into the mat.  I go for another cover, lying atop her with a serious determination and my forearm forcing her face to the side.  The ref drops down, confident I'm finished toying with Randi.  One...two...and I pull her up again.

LvK: I just don't understand this. It's obvious Randi is out on her feet and the Enforcer is just toying with her mercilessly.  This FTW crowd is really showing their disgust with loud cascades of boos.

RP: Well, I don't think the Enforcer really cares. Look! He's lifting her up again!

WHAMMMMMMMMMMM

LvK: Another brutal, brutal Hurricane Hugo Bomb for the young rookie. Somebody stop the damn match!

RP: Now you're getting yourself confused with JR.

Without even faking another pin, I haul Randi up again and set her up for my deadly finisher. I know Rowan is watching and I want to make sure she gets the message crystal clearly.  I haul Randi back up into powerbomb position and a very distinct aroma fills my nostrils. I chuckle and say only loud enough for the barely conscious rookie to hear "Looks like you and Ms. Chance have more in common than I thought.  You're going to love this."  I do another spin and hammer the poor girl's back and shoulders into the mat.  Again I haul her up but she can't even stand.  I drag her over to one of the ringside cameramen who's on the apron and look dead at his camera.  "I know you can see me. Watch closely Rowan!  You're next!"  I spin Randi around so she is facing away from me and push her towards the center of the ring. She staggers worse than my Irish uncle on the street after last call.   My arms slide up under her arms and my fingers interlace behind her neck.

LvK:  Looks like he's going for his submission hold, Red Reign!

RP: We go swingin' on Friday nights Larry!


With a grunt, I lift Randi's beaten body up into the air and lock on the full nelson.  My arms clamp down tight on her body as my hands force her head and neck down.  My biceps flexing madly as I lift her up in the air and start swinging her around in circles.  Her limbs thrash about wildly with every motion I make.  The ref is asking if she submits, but she doesn't answer.  He goes in to check if she's still conscious, but I keep swinging her away.  Finally I dump my opponent unceremoniously to the mat like a pile of trash.  I motion over to Punky and call for Billie.  Punky shrugs and reaches under the apron and starts dragging Billie out from under the ring.  Once she's clear of the apron, Punky spins her to face the ring and lean against the ring.  Punky grips the back of her suit and jerks up with a noticeable pause as she smiles and lets her gaze linger on Billie's ass cheeks.  Before I can yell at her, Punky sends Billie into the ring.  I haul her up by her hair as well. 

"Please...no...it..it hurts....please...I'm not even...in..this match..."

"I know, but a message needs to be sent."  I put my hand in my kneepad and pull something out.  I move my hand over near the opening in the side of Billie's suit and slip in a business card, whispering to her, "You have potential. So does your sister.  But you need a better trainer. I have a gym. Come visit."

I then punctuate my point by driving a vicious knee into Billie's belly.  She doubles over and I cross her arms in front of her.  She knows what's coming, bless her heart and she tries to pull her arms free. But I have her.  I grunt and lift her up into position.  The whole time she is fighting me and I don't notice anything like I did with Randi.  Good, she has fight.  She could go far. I turn so that I'm standing over Randi and I give Billie an extra lift.

"Noooooo....please....Nooooooooooooooo"  WHUMPPPPPPPPP

Billie is driven down into Randi's belly causing Randi's limbs to fly up in a sort of V shape before falling back to the mat.  Billie is groaning and trying to protect herself.  I look down at the Mulkey Cross I've made and smile wickedly.  I press my boot right in Billie's sternum and yell at the ref. "Count you sonuva*BEEP*" He drops down and counts. I stand there smiling wickedly at the camera as I make a triumphant pose over my victims. 

LvK: A completely dominant victory for the Enforcer.  He's really looking to send a..hey..what..what are you *hisssss...pop*

Red: Yeah, is this thing on? *huff huff*  See that? I want everyone to take a real good look at the remains in the ring.  That is what happens if you stand in Countdown's way.  And Rowan, I don't care what kinda crazy stuff you're talking now, but I'm coming to Phoenix. *huff huff*  That's right I'm coming to your home fed to take care of Countdown's light work.  Tell 'em Punky!

After a last appreciative glance at the heap of Mulkeys in the ring, I slither up onto the announce table, sitting cross-legged on it and facing Rick Perle as Red snatches van Keel's headset off him.

"Precious," I purr.  "Gimme that."

"Yes ma'am Punky ma'am would you also like some Diet Coke I'm sorry we don't have Diet Pepsi-" he rattles off at the speed of terror.

"No, Precious, just the cans for now." I slide them over my head and turn to the camera, grinning brightly.

"Heya, FTW.  What you just saw in that ring was what the Countdown would call a Public *BEEP*ing Service Announcement.  You get in front of us, and we will *BEEP*ing run you down.  You stand up up to us, and we will *BEEP*ing beat you down.  You open your mouth to us, and we will *BEEP*ing *BEEP* it."

I level a finger at the camera.

"Like I *BEEP*ing said: smarten the *BEEP* up and stay the *BEEP* down."

I look briefly at my fists, then level them at Rick, who flinches.

"Do you think I should get STAY DOWN tattooed on my knuckles?"

Before he can answer, I shake my head.

"No, you're right. That'd be *BEEP*ing stupid."

I slide off the table and grin into the camera at close range.

"This message has been brought to you by the *BEEP*ing Countdown.  Time's up, mother*BEEP*ers.  Let's go, Reddy Kilowatt."

As we leave, there's the thump of headphones hitting the table, and then an incensed van Keel comes back over the airwaves.

LvK: Get those THUGS out of here!  Someone has to DO something about this!  I'm a damn broadcast journalist, and I'm not paid for masked goons to ... to ... what are you DOING, Rick?

RP: Punky's shampoo smells good.  *snuffle*

LvK: For the love of God.

RP: I think it's Suave coconut.

Back in the Spartan comforts of the Countdown locker room, (there was a budget for decorations and luxury, but we blew it on booze,) I'm seated on one of the benches, nodding at Gemma, "Thanks for letting me know. I appreciate it," when there's a knock at the door. "IT'S OPEN!" I call, figuring it to be our compatriots. "Red didn't waste any time," I comment, only to have my assumption proven wrong when a blonde woman in a tight black dress walks in, followed by Danny Cannon, one of FTW's underpaid cameramen, (no union labour here!)

Standing up, still wearing the white t-shirt and black denim trousers I was earlier, I say, "Just because you've got a nice pair of legs, doesn't mean you're immune from the rules. Either bring beer for Countdown or accept you're on foreign soil in here and WE decide what sort of condition you're in when you walk out." Seriously, did this girl not SEE what Megan did to the last one? "Your grace period ends in five...four..."

The woman declines to take the hint, (more properly, the thinly-veiled threat,) and says in a Teutonic accent, "What I bring is a message from the FTW Commissioner. The tournament will be limited to four persons, and Countdown will not monopolise all four entries."

At this point, the door is kicked open by Megan, (I should have known she wouldn't knock,) giving Danny the cameraman a tremendous fright, and she's followed in, laughing, by the Red Enforcer. I don't insult the man by asking him who won the match. I gesture for the blonde woman to continue. She seems a bit nonplussed, but she does so. "The Commissioner will grant you two spots to go to the Countdown members whom you feel are the strongest competitors."

Gemma takes a step towards the Swiss woman, a dangerous look in her eyes, "Listen *BEEP*," she begins, but I put a hand on her shoulder.

Gemma looks at me, briefly confused, and I laugh. "Do you believe that our beloved Commissioner is trying to play mind games with US?" Megan is looking as dangerous as Gemma right now. Red is, as usual, harder to read behind his mask. I continue, pacing a slow circle around the Countdown locker room. "Choose the two strongest, she says. So I will of course choose myself, because I'm clearly that egotistical, and then I'll pick one of you three, insulting the other two. And then, someone will come up to the other one I've picked and imply that he or she was actually picked because I felt they were LESS of a threat."

I stop in front of the interviewer, the smile vanishing off my face as I lean down to look her in the eye. "Not gonna happen. Danny, give me a quarter." Danny's camera doesn't move, but behind it, his face shows consternation. "You've got quarters in your wallet because you always buy a Twix from the vending machine and that thing hasn't accepted dollar bills since Clinton was President. Get one out of your wallet ya fat bastard and give it to me and you'll walk out of this locker room with no health issues other than your hypertension and high cholesterol. Understand?"

Gemma looks at me and says, "Seriously, how do you KNOW this *BEEP*?" shaking her head.

The camera has a very interesting shot of Anna Ruethli's shoes for a second, while Danny coughs up the quarter. I check the coin before holding it up to the camera, showing both sides to be that of a normal American 25-cent piece. I tuck my thumb inside my index figure and set the coin heads-up on my thumb. "Megan versus Gemma. Gemma, call it in the air."

I flip the coin upwards, watching it carefully as Gemma says "Heads!" It lands in the middle of my right palm, and as I lift that palm, I catch a glimpse of George Washington's profile before smacking my palm against the back of my left hand. I lift my right hand up, showing the eagle from the reverse side of the coin.

"Tails," I say, holding the hand out for both Gemma and Megan to see.

"*BEEP*" says Gemma, scowling.

"*BEEP* yeah!" says Megan at the same time.

I look to the blonde interviewer and the tubby cameraman and say, "One of Countdown's representatives in the FTW Heavyweight tournament will be Punky Megan Dow." Looking to the other member of our quartet, I say, "Right, Red. You or me. Call it in the air," I say, flipping again.

"Heads," Red says, and I again catch it in my right hand, this time around the fingers. As I lift my right hand up, I catch a glimpse of the eagle, so as I arc my hand around, my fingers curl, pressing the coin to my palm, uncurling just as my palm smacks up against the back of my left hand. I draw my right hand back, and the eagle is again looking upward.

I show the coin to Red and say "Tails", who sets his teeth but says nothing, before turning my attention to the two interlopers once again. "The second will be me. You want to put up two sacrificial lambs against the Countdown? Fine, but don't for one *BEEP*ing second think that you can play us for fools. Between the four of us, we've seen and pulled every trick there is to play, which is why WE will be the ones to save wrestling from the likes of the barbies, the bimbos, and the bitter *BEEP*ing *BEEP*es that infest it."

I pocket the quarter to Danny's obvious dismay, before saying to him, "I believe I promised you a safe departure, Danny. I suggest you take me up on that offer. Immediately." Not needing to be told twice, Danny back out of Countdown's locker room.

The Swiss blonde moves to follow, but I reach out, grabbing hold of the collar of her dress and yanking it backwards, pulling the woman off balance and sending her down to the hard floor onto her back. "Scheiße!" she curses, the German word slipping past FTW's American censors, and as the door closes behind Danny, I loom over her. As she clutches at the back of her head, I'm joined by my Countdown cohorts in doing so.

"I never offered you any such promises. And you didn't bring any booze..."

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*When we return from commercial, we see a shot of an ambulance driving out of the arena.*


LvK: Is that carrying Anna Ruethli or the Mulkeys?

RP: Knowing the cheapskates running this company, probably all three.

LvK: Well while we're still awaiting an update on her condition...anyone's condition, we've got a big announcement for you folks.

RP: I'm gonna do it! The other two entrants in our Heavyweight Championship tournament will be- *Richard is still talking, but no sound can be heard. Larry tucks the cable he just pulled under his chair*

LvK: That's right, Richard. Emily Layne has been entered into the tournament. *Perle mouths 'I just said that'* Apparently a spot was originally supposed to go to Rowan Chance, but the Commissioner was unable to obtain Ms. Chance's agreement, so instead, the fourth and final spot is going to go to the winner of tonight's main event. And that is right now!

ANNOUNCER: AAAANNNDD NOW!!!! IT IS TIME FOR THE MAAAIIINN EVENT OF THE EVENING!!!

The whole arenas lights suddenly switch off and just like before, static suddenly appears on the titan tron, cutting out a bit. But then, it suddenly goes dark.

RP: Oh God, what now?

LvK: We should really spend money to fix these lights.

RP: How can we? With our funds, we're lucky to even get free cola!

LvK: Lets just hope those don't get knocked over cause I ain't paying!

Then suddenly, "CAFO" by Animals as Leaders (and don't go judging this!) starts blaring through the arena, one of the lights suddenly shines down on someone.

Black Cap.

Black Trenchcoat.

Black Trousers.

Black Shoes.

RP: Oh boy!

LvK: Here he is! It's Erick, the Phantom!

RP: Have you been watching that movie again?

Turning around, my right hand reaches for the brim of my hat and I take it off. Revealing myself. As soon as I took it off, all the lights come back on. Looking round the arena to the massive cheers I am getting, giving me a great welcome.

ANNOUNCER: PLEASE WELCOME, THE SPECIAL GUEST COMMENTATOR, EDDIIIIIIEEEE VALIANT!"

Walking down the ramp, walking past the kids and grown ass men and women that want my autograph. Not deliberately ignoring them but I have business to attend to. I take my cap that I have on my hand, and throw it to the crowd. Coming up to the announcers table, shaking hands with Larry and Richard, greeting them as I then take off the trench coat to reveal my White T Shirt that shows off my crazy abs! Hearing a little wolf whistle here and there as I grab a chair and sit down besides Larry.

LvK: Here it is! Mr Valiant himself!

RP:Ladies and gentlemen, Eddie Valiant is here with us tonight! Welcome!

ME: Thank you so much. Never thought I'd be here.

LvK: Never thought you would throw your hat away!

ME: Eh, it's for the best. Besides, they are like £9 for one. I get 30 every month and sell them. And all the money goes to Azagthoth Insurance. Please donate. They are actually doing a great job.

Both Richard and Larry go silent and looks at me, completely stunned and looking at me weirdly.

ME: Hey! I have a dog myself, ok? Best be prepared for anything!

RP: I dont even....

Quote from: The BIG E on July 25, 2014, 02:53:37 AM
ANNOUNCER: AAAANNNDD NOW!!!! IT IS TIME FOR THE MAAAIIINN EVENT OF THE EVENING!!!

The whole arenas lights suddenly switch off and just like before, static suddenly appears on the titan tron, cutting out a bit. But then, it suddenly goes dark.

RP: Oh God, what now?

LvK: We should really spend money to fix these lights.

RP: How can we? With our funds, we're lucky to even get free cola!

LvK: Lets just hope those don't get knocked over cause I ain't paying!

Then suddenly, "CAFO" by Animals as Leaders (and don't go judging this!) starts blaring through the arena, one of the lights suddenly shines down on someone.

Black Cap.

Black Trenchcoat.

Black Trousers.

Black Shoes.

RP: Oh boy!

LvK: Here he is! It's Erick, the Phantom!

RP: Have you been watching that movie again?

Turning around, my right hand reaches for the brim of my hat and I take it off. Revealing myself. As soon as I took it off, all the lights come back on. Looking round the arena to the massive cheers I am getting, giving me a great welcome.

ANNOUNCER: PLEASE WELCOME, THE SPECIAL GUEST COMMENTATOR, EDDIIIIIIEEEE VALIANT!"

Walking down the ramp, walking past the kids and grown ass men and women that want my autograph. Not deliberately ignoring them but I have business to attend to. I take my cap that I have on my hand, and throw it to the crowd. Coming up to the announcers table, shaking hands with Larry and Richard, greeting them as I then take off the trench coat to reveal my White T Shirt that shows off my crazy abs! Hearing a little wolf whistle here and there as I grab a chair and sit down besides Larry.

LvK: Here it is! Mr Valiant himself!

RP:Ladies and gentlemen, Eddie Valiant is here with us tonight! Welcome!

ME: Thank you so much. Never thought I'd be here.

LvK: Never thought you would throw your hat away!

ME: Eh, it's for the best. Besides, they are like £9 for one. I get 30 every month and sell them. And all the money goes to Azagthoth Insurance. Please donate. They are actually doing a great job.

Both Richard and Larry go silent and looks at me, completely stunned and looking at me weirdly.

ME: Hey! I have a dog myself, ok? Best be prepared for anything!

RP: I dont even....

Nice to see my good friend the Big E posting somewhere.....awesome :)

I'm sitting in my dressing room, getting ready for my match against Sadie as I watch Eddy make his way towards the announce table, then wait for Sadie get down to the ring. Hearing that music, then looking over at the small tv in my dressing room to see..."What the hell?!" Gasping as that obviously photoshopped slideshow of me!!
I hear the knock at my door ,,Your turn soon, Lindsay" I nod ,,Yeah, thanks..." attention drifting off a bit as I see these hideous pictures of me. ,,You just wait, you little..." I growl before getting to my feet, heading out of my dressing room and down the halls, waiting for Sadie's music to die out as I wait behind the curtains. Finally getting the GO signal as Fall Out Boy's "I Don't Care" blares through the speakers and the light in the arena starts changing between white, blue, red and yellow.

After a few seconds I make my way out from behind the curtains. I crouch a little with my walk, take a few hop steps before JUMPING up high and turning 180° with spread arms. Landing, facing away from the ring with  my arms spread and my head thrown back into my neck.

Announcer: And here's her opponent. From Columbus, Ohio. Standing 5 feet 11 inches tall, weighing in at 150 pounds, it's Lindsay "The Dragon" Campbell!

I'm wearing a neon-yellow Adidas sports bra underneath a dark blue bikini top along with a pair of dark blue Adidas lycra shorts, which, instead of the 3 stripes down the left hip (which they have in the same bright yellow tone as my 'bottom top'), there's a red Dragon climbing up the left side of the shorts. I'm also in yellow, mid-calf length wrestling boots, which are covered to the ankles by dark blue leg warmers from just above the knees down to over the ankles of the boots. Both my wrists are covered by a yellow wrist band, and to complete the look, I'm wearing a neon yellow headband, right below the hairline and buried underneath my hair from the ears around the back of my head.

Turning around to face the ring, jogging down towards it with my arms extended. I got a good wingspan, but still it's just not enough to high-five fans on each side. Taking a few steps to the left, then the right. Smiling and winking at the fans until I reach the ring. That's where I straighten up, glare into the ring at Sadie...and suddenly don't look all that happy anymore! "What the hell were you thinking with that slideshow?!" Reaching up for the middle rope, using my height to just like that pull my body up to the apron before climbing into the ring.

RP: Could this be ANY brighter? That yellow's hurting my eyes!

LvK: That's not necessarily a bad thing...

RP: But damn, those legs of hers are long. Did you see them? Hhmmmmmmmyummy!

LvK: Oh dear...

Big E: You have to deal with his unprofessionalism every day?

LvK: Oh yes, I do! Poor me, I know.

Big E: In my opinion, Sadie's the prettier one. Smaller, handier. And also it's not "Hmmmmyummy" but RAWR!

RP: ...

LvK: Not another one. Oh God, kill me now!
http://youtu.be/0D833S6BFGk?t=1s (http://youtu.be/0D833S6BFGk?t=1s)
LvK: Damn it!

Angrily glaring at Sadie standing in her corner, pointing at her with my right hand before heading back to my corner. Once I look into the crowd I'm all smiles again, stepping on the middle rope with my right leg and throwing my left arm up in the air to get some more cheers from the sold out crowd before turning, bouncing on my toes and warming up for the match.

The start of this match came completely unexpected for me, and that gave the much smaller girl the chance to work me over. Giving the referee a short little look every now and then between the moves of my opponent, kinda like asking 'why did you let this happen?'. Eventually I just start throwing my elbow back and into her gut before being sent running across the ring. I hear footsteps behind me and narrow my eyes, whispering a little ,,Allright" to myself as I speed up a bit to get some more distance before turning to hit the ropes back first. I see her flying in towards me and twist my body to the left a bit. My right shoulder lowered, tensing my entire body as I look to just drill my flying opponent with my entire body weight in mid-air.

RP: Holy sh*BEEP*

LvK: Lindsay turned her inside out with this impact. Sadie looks like she was run over by a truck!

Big E: Every move is a play with fire when your opponent's that much bigger than you. The Dragon seems to know how to use that advantage.

Letting out a little grunt myself as I smack against Sadie's upper chest with high speed and my entire weight behind it. Sending her already elevated body spinning through the air before she lands with a thud in the middle of the ring. Grimacing a bit and rubbing my shoulder before narrowing my eyes on my downed opponent. ,,Time to stop playing around" I hiss as I step in and pull her up to her feet.

I'm having my hands slapped away from her once we stand and our eyes meet. Hearing her bark at me ,,You can't just push me around like that!!" She still seems out of breath after taking my big shoulder block, but still decided to throw a little tantrum in the middle of the ring. ,,Prove it!" I reply, grinning at her as she huffs angrily before running into the ropes. I lean forward as she comes running at me and...SMACK!

I let out a soft gasp but am only forced a small step back by her shoulder block. Hearing another angry huff from Sadie as she tries again and...SMACK! Same result. ,,What's the matter, sweety?" I giggle and nod towards the ropes again. Sadie rushes back again, faster than before and comes running back. But this time I bend over a bit, placing my hands on her hips before straightening up. Lifting her up in the air almost in Dirty-Dancing like manier only to step aside and let her drop from at least 6' up in the air.

Seeing her arms wave as she drops, and then hearing her loud groan along with the crowd cheers as she hits the canvas hard. I throw my arms up and pirouette. ,,Thank you!" I grin into the crowd, before seeing my poor opponent on her knees, arms wrapped around her chest and tummy. ,,Oh hi there!" I say before running back into the ropes, then right at her before sliding forward feet first, extending my right arm and slamming it hard across her chest with a sliding Clothesline that takes her down on her back again.

LvK: Great offense by Lindsay here! Sadie doesn't know where she's at right now!

RP: Campbell's just lucky she's so big! She definitely has the advantage because of those...hmmmm....loooooooong legs!

LvK: She's going for the cover! One, two...

But Sadie kicks out. I look at the ref as I kneel next to her, holding up two of my fingers questioningly and getting a nod as reply from the ref. ,,Alright..." And I quickly go to pull my opponent back up to her feet. Once standing, I start to bully her back towards the corner, keeping my bigger body pressed tightly against her for a few seconds until the ref comes and tells me to ,,Get out of the corner!"

I give him a sweet smile, nodding and saying ,,But of course!" along with a little wink, and as I step back I quickly throw my right arm across Sadie's chest, right across the ,,Dragon Slayer" writing across it with a Knife Edge Chop that makes the crowd go ,,WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Hearing a cry from my opponent, followed by some curses and then a try to hit me with a forearm across the jaw. Fortunately I saw it coming and ducked under it before turning around, stepping towards her, and as she turns back to face me, I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her up into a tight Bear Hug. Squeezing that sexy little body of hers between my arms and body.

RP: Oh boy, how I'd love to be that close to any of those two girls!

LvK: Doesn't look like Sadie loves this. She'd love being out of it much more!

RP: If this was supposed to be a joke, I'm very sad for you.

Big E: Me too...

LvK: ...thanks guys.

My 110lbs opponent has taken control in this match. And she's done that in a pretty brutal, vicious and cheap way! My face has a few red bruises, also the scratch-marks are visible. My knee is aching after taking these hard impacts against the cold, unforgiving steel post. The choke left me breathless, and now I'm down, the ref taking care of me. On my back, the ref checking on me as I lay gasping and coughing on the canvas. Hearing the crowd boo, and I'm actually kinda surprised you're letting the ref take care of me, and giving me some time to breathe. ,,What's that bitch up to?" I gasp, vision still a little blurry as I look around, and then I see it! A sexy wrestlerette flying my way!!

RP: She's gonna squash her!

LvK: Here she coooooomes!

As I see her airborne, I give the ref a little shove to get him out of the flying range, and right after that I roll to the opposite side. Rolling over once, twice until hearing that CRASH of my lightweight opponent smashing into the canvas. Hearing a little groan from the crowd, followed by some loud cheers.

Big E: Ouch! That landing didn't go too well.

RP: Oh no, poor Sadie! After that impact...she needs mouth to mouth! I'll handle that!

LvK: Hold it, buddy. Even though this is your only chance at a girl as pretty as Sadie Davis, we don't want to interrupt this Main Event, do we? These girls are giving us a great show!

I push up to my knees, shaking my head a bit, clearing my vision before getting to my feet. Seeing the ref back up as well, I give him a little nod before looking down at Sadie. Seeing her gasp for air as I narrow my eyes at the ,,Cheating little *BEEP*!" My eyes filled with burning rage as I stomp over towards her and grab for her hair to roughly yank her up to her feet only to brutally DRILL my left knee up into her abs. My right one still a little tender from the impact with the steel post, so I drive my left one up into her a second time. Hearing the ref from my side ,,Lindsay, watch the hair!" And I turn my head towards him, a smile across my lips again. ,,Okay! Thanks for the warning!" giving him the cutest of looks my bruised face can come up with before my face turns to pure rage again when glaring at the bent over Sadie.

,,I've had it with you! With your cheating, with your scratching, with your...EVERYTHING!" I scream before stepping to her side. My right arm wraps around her waist and I quickly lift her up at my side. Carrying my opponent around a bit before dropping down to my left knee hard. Drilling her spine across my back for a backbreaker. With a loud grunt of effort I straighten up again before dropping once more with another backbreaker. Taking a few deep breaths before I straighten up again, take a few steps before hopping up, legs out in front of me as I drop down to my ass and slam her down back first to the canvas with a Sidewalk Slam that rattles the boards.

Pushing back up to my feet, shaking out my right leg a bit before throwing my arms out at my sides, roaring out loudly as the crowd cheers.

LvK: Wow, she's fired up!

RP: She's a nutcase! Sweet in the one, crazy in the next second!

Big E: She's embracing the hate. Using her anger as catalyst to create new strength.

LvK & RP: *silence as they just glare at Big E*

Sadie's arching on the canvas. That little body of hers squirming on the canvas as she moans in pain. ,,This is over!" I yell, then bend over and reach under Sadie's arms to get her up to her feet. ,,You hear me, Miss Cheats-a-lot? This. Is. OVER!" I growl  and take the chin of my swaying opponent with my left hand, leaning in closer, I open my mouth, lean closer and give her a long, loud hiss in the face, like a Dragon spitting fire. After that I back up a bit before throwing my right arm out. Hand goes to Sadie's forehead and I start to squeeze her skull with my hand in my Dragon Claw!

Hearing her scream out in pain as I lock in my trademark finisher. Crushing my poor victim's head with my Iron Claw. She waves her arms, tugs at my wrist, screams for a ,,Timeout!!" Which is, of course, ignored by the referee because there's no such thing in pro wrestling! So she keeps flailing, and flailing until she 'accidentally' smacks the ref in the face. ,,Huh?" I gasp and turn over to look at him. The poor guy's taking all sorts of abuse in this match and ,,AAAAAAOOOWWWWW!" I cry out as the little girl uses the ref's distracted state to deliver a short kick between my legs.

With me bent over and moaning, the crowd booing, and the ref getting back to action, the smaller girl takes off into the ropes. Looking to use this chance as she comes running back in towards me and leaps for a Hurricanrana...only to be intercepted! Her legs over my shoulders, arms wrap around her waist. I stagger back a bit before re-gaining my footing again, and with Sadie panicking on my shoulders, I turn and run for the closest corner before just THROWING her down hard, back first into the corner turnbuckles with my Bucklebomb!

Big E: This Campbell girl is brutal! Poor Sadie gets tossed like a salad.

RP: She's crazy! Look!! She's obviously fingering herself here!!

LvK: Are you....WHAT?! She got kicked down there!!

RP: Really? Hm...well, great! That's just great! Thanks for destroying that fantasy!

One hand between my legs, still hurting after that low-blow I just took from Sadie, but luckily my rage helped me recover in time to toss the little girl around the ring and into the corner. The ropes are still shaking after that impact. The ref comes over, seeing me with my hand down there he asks if everything's alright. Giving him a little nod. ,,No worries" Before turning back to Sadie who's struggling to get back to her feet in the corner. But a few steps towards her, the ref steps between us, holding me back.

,,She's in the corner! Stay back, Campbell." ,,Grrrrr" growling as I look over his shoulder, bumping my chest against him a few times, wanting to just rip that little girl apart. But the good girl in me wins again and I step back to the middle of the ring. Licking across my lips as I wait. I adjust my hairband, tuck my hair back behind my ears, out of my face as I wait for her to get up. Finally she does and staggers along the ropes. Looking at the ref for a moment as he tells us to ,,Wrestle!" again, and as he does I'm underway.

Running across the ring towards Sadie who's stumbling along the ropes. Usually I do this with my opponent running as well, but this should do it against a girl in Sadie's current state (and weight). Charging towards her, I lower my right shoulder and push off my feet. Just launching myself towards her chest and shoulder. Putting my entire body into this move as I look to slam into the poor little girl with my Buckeye Bodycheck.

llWhispering to myself that "I got this, I got this" as I come rushing towards Sadie like a stampede! But as she ducks. "OHHHHHHH SHIT I DON'T!!" I cry out as I go flying through the air and collide with the table. And after that I don't even get to catch my bearings when that little girl comes flying into me and we topple over the announce table! In my dizzy, breathless state I just throw my arms at anything that moves.

LvK: Watch out! Don't let the Dragon claw you!

RP: Wanna swap places?

Their jaws just drop further as they see the sexy little Sadie start to smother me against her chest. My face buried between her covered breasts as I gasp for air and squirm weakly underneath her. The ref doesn't see anything as we're laying behind the table. He's just looking out with a lightly worried look on his face. Girls? Are you alright? ... Hello?

But I fight my way out! Starting to squirm harder, throwing some punches into Sadie until I'm having my face smashed in by a *BEEP*ing can of diet coke! Oh wait...nobody's saying this, right? So there's no censorship! So I can actually...let me re-write...AHEM
But I fight my way out! Starting to squirm harder, throwing some punches into Sadie until I'm having my face smashed in by a FUCKING can of diet coke! After that I'm not really sure what really happened.

As the ref's screaming at the two of us to get back into the ring, I'm starting to get my bearings back and feel myself in position to be force-fed concrete thanks to Sadie's "Schoolgirl Crush". My eyes closed, trying to catch my breath as I feel her pull but....my feet just barely leave the ground. I'm set down again and once more she tries, but....again the little girl can't lift me! The punishment she took and the weight difference not letting her get me up for her finisher.

LvK: She's looking to put Lindsay away, but she just can't get her up!

Big E: Sadie may have bitten off a bit more than she can chew here.

RP: Come on Sadie! You can do it! LOSE SOME WEIGHT, CAMPBELL!

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" I yell after hearing Rick's words, the announce table is just a few feet away from us after all. My eyes open and light up with rage, parts from the announcer's comment, but mostly from the embarrassing smother and the blows I took with that coke can! I bring my right arm out and THROW it back harshly. Drilling my elbow into her abs again and again. Feeling the grip loosen with each blow I put into Sadie's body.

Her arm slides from around my neck and head as I straighten up and hook her arm with mine before taking her up and over my hip with a big Hip Toss. Slamming her back first down into the concrete. The crowd's on their feet, cheering loudly as Sadie arches her back in agony before sitting up. I just throw my right leg forward, smacking it right across her back with a harsh punt-like kick that makes her scream and drop back down to the ground.

I take that kick as my first step towards the announcers' table, smacking my hands down on it and giving Rick a look that could kill (especially someone with heart issues). "Take. That. Back!" Staring into his eyes like a madwoman, breathing hard and my hair's half fallen over my face. The three are silent, and after a few seconds I see his eyes actually drift down towards my heaving chest. He's...staring into my cleavage?! I smack the table again "HEY!! UP HERE!! TAKE IT BACK!" His eyes shoot back up into mine, he nods a bit before stammering "Y...yes, Ma'am. I'm sorry Ma'am!" "Good boy!" I growl and then hear another sound I don't like

"TWO! ..... THREE!"

Damn it, the ref started the count out! I gotta finish this girl! I swipe my arms over the table again, clearing it off anything that could get in the way for what I'm planning to do to teach this little cheating brat a lesson!

"Come on! Get back in the ring!" I hear from the ref as I turn around, smiling up at him and giving him a little nod "One second!!"

RP (whispers): What a nutcase! Now I know why Ohio is the Buckeye State. Bunch of nuts!

Turned towards the ring, I see Sadie getting back up to her feet. "Oh no, Missy" I growl and once she stands I charge into her and throw my right leg up. Just PLANTING the sole of my boot right across her face with a Running Big Boot that turns her upside down, inside out, and any other way there is. She lands chest first on the floor, barely moving as I take a few deep breaths.

"FOUR! ..... FIVE!"

"Okay, okay! Slow down juuuuust a bit maybe?" I gasp at the ref as I look to get a moment to catch my breath before I turn again and grab for Sadie's hair. She hasn't moved since my boot knocked her head off her shoulders. But who can blame her for that? It's not easy to move when your pretty head is somewhere in the fifth row.

Dragging her up to her feet in front of me, my left hand goes through my hair, brushing it out of my face and back over my shoulders as I lean closer towards Sadie and whisper "Time for the punishment cheaters like you deserve"

And right after that whisper I place my right hand on her throat, squeezing it in a blatant choke as my left hand tosses her right arm over my shoulder before I grab for the side of her bikini bottoms.

"SIX! ...... SEVEN! COME ON GET BACK IN HERE! I'LL COUNT YOU OUT!"

I hear from the ring behind me as step closer and closer towards the announce table. "Time to go for a ride" I hiss at the motionless girl who's gagging in my grip as I set her up for my "Blue Flash" Chokeslam, intending to send the little girl crashing right through that table.

Watching the carnage unfold outside the ring as Sadie is taking a beating by Lindsay. I ain't joking when I said Sadie bitten more than she can chew! And after that boot right to the face....well let's say she ain't gonna chew for a while. 


The taller girl suddenly pulls Sadie up to her feet. After that boot that took her head off, she ain't moving a inch. The ref counting closer to 10, looking a little nervous as She is about to send Sadie to her grave


"Dammit! Sadie is in trouble! She ain't gonna survive after that! What could I do? What can I do?


What would Brian Botanio do!?!?"


Suddenly, Devil Me appears, sitting on my left shoulder. Apparently wearing a red bandana on his forehead, a White T-Shirt that reaches mid thigh level and some jeans, which are clearly balancing. Completed with some White Nike Air Forces.


DM: Hey! What the hell are you doing man? You gonna let that blonde ho ruin your chances of getting laid for once?


Then, Good Me appears on my right shoulder, different kind of clothing. White suit, shirt, tie and shoes #allwhiteeverything is apparently his thing.


GM: No! Don't go out of your way to help this silly little girl! Remember why you came here for. And it's certainly not to help that child.


DM: You for real?? When is the next time a girl like that is gonna come up to him for a good time? We've all seen his girl!


GM: That's besides the point! At least he has one!


DM: Think about this. Anything he wants. ANYTHING. And I definitely would not mind *BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*


GM: Oh come on! Have some decency!


DM: Hey! When somebody is gonna reward me like that, I would do anything! Go on Eddie! Tear dat *BLEEP* up!


While the two midgets have their conversation, Lindsay lifts Sadie up, walking towards the table and instantly, I have to think fast! 


"Woah, Woah, Woah guys! Watch out!" I say to Larry and Richard as she is about to slam her to the table. All three of us move and clear out of the way. I then suddenly have an idea.


"Wait! Not my water!" I shout out to Lindsay before reaching for the glass of water. Grabbing it with my right hand and taking it. Taking a step back, I turn my foot sideways so that it's on the right edge of the shoe. "It's ok, go on ahe-"


My speech is then cut short as I suddenly stumble, falling backwards. "*BLEEP!!*" Trying to make it look good before I 'accidentally' throw water at you, the fall masking my true intention, looking to get some of it at your face.

Well, that ain't right. Not at all!

The conclusion of Fury's main event between the gorgeous Dragon and that sexy lil' spitfire Sadie is playing out on the monitor in my dressing room, but no one's in the room to watch those concluding moments. The room's empty cause I just rushed outta there, looking none too pleased as I storm down the backstage corridors, ring crew workers and officials alike zipping frightfully outta my way!

I may look ready for a night out, having changed out of my silver ring gear into a leopard print minidress that hugs my shapely figure, black nylons and ankle-length boots. But the expression on my face suggests otherwise. After what I just saw celebrating is the LAST thing on my mind! That was one helluva fight that Lindsay should have won, but Sadie's blatant cheating ruined that. How could the ref NOT see what was happening? It blows my mind, Eddy CLEARLY was stopping Lindsay from re-entering the ring, and yet the ref continued counting?! The hell is that nonsense!? Well, I can't just sit back there and do nothing about this!

I surprise the crew members huddled around the gorilla position, my abrupt appearance causing them to stumble over themselves as I brush by them. One tries to ask me what I'm doing but I cut him off with a menacing glare as I move through the curtains, causing him to gulp loudly rather than finish his sentence. Like a bolt of silver I storm through the curtains, striding forward with my glaring eyes directed to the ring. My music hasn't even played and I arrive to no fanfare. It takes the fans a few moments to realize I even appeared at the top of the ramp, their boos and angered voices swiftly turning to surprised cheers as they spot me striding toward the ring. I slide in smoothly under the bottom rope and stomp toward the ref, who's still raising Sadie's arm in the air.

"Now hold on one goddamn minute!" I yell out angrily as I grab the ref's shoulder and spin him around. He spins wildly on his heels with a look of shock and confusion exploding across on his face, barely able to utter a response before I start yelling at him.

"This ain't right! That right there that just happened, that was no accident--he SPLASHED his drink right into Lindsay's face! Yes, he did it intentionally!  Ya can't honestly tell me ya didn't see what ALL OF US--" I wave my arm in the air in a wide arc, signalling the fans who roar in unison, "--just witnessed. He STOPPED Lindsay from getting into the ring. Yes! It was on purpose! Eddy interfered on the kid's behalf!"

I shoot a glance at Sadie, who's kneeling beside us and looking real banged up. The kid barely even acknowledged I've entered the ring, she's swaying on her knees glancing woozily out to ringside at a still shocked and enraged Lindsay.  I turn back to the ref and the fierce glare I shoot at him cuts off whatever reply he was preparing for me.

"He was helping her. Yes, HELPING her! Gawd, how in the world could ya NOT have seen that! Ya oughta reverse that call, cause that's just one big ol' stinkin' load of bull!"

LvK: Lindsay's getting in the ring...and Sadie's getting right out of there!

RP: What is that crazy woman doing? The match is over!

LvK: It shouldn't be, though....and here's someone else who agrees!

RP: What's SHE doing out here?

LvK: Tiffany and Lindsay both giving the ref an earful-

RP: -and me an eyeful!-

LvK: -over a decision they obviously disagree with.

RP: Tiffany has no reason to be out here right now. She doesn't even have a last name!

LvK: ...what possible relevance...never mind, folks, we're out of time here, but we can promise you more great action on the next broadcast of FTW Fury! Good night!

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