Dementia Praecox

(Fade in on a shot of the outside of Dementia Praecox's locker room. Her name is scribbled in charcoal on the outside of the white door. Loud crashes can be heard emanating from inside, along with Dementia's voice, crazed and hoarse.)

Dementia: Where is everyone!!!! Officer Order, You're not going to restrain me, oh no. Golden Girl, your charred face was just the start of the nightmares I have in store for you. I want them!! Alone or together!! Someone come out and play with Dementia today?? Hee heheh heee heehe

(Pause)

Dementia: I always say, if you're going to relapse, sit back and enjoy the ride!!! Hey Micki you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind, Hey Micki!! (clap clap) Hey Micki! Heeh hehh heeh hehheheh!!!

(Fade out)

Scene opens up on a jammed packed Oakland Coliseum Arena in Oakland, California. There are 21,701 - screaming fans in attendance. "Atomic Dog" by Parliament starts blaring through the speakers. The fans erupt with a standing ovation, the camera zooms in on the east side of the ring, where a whole section of fans are wearing dog masks and barking at the camera as it passes them by. This section is known as "THE DAWG POUND" and this is........

GRAND DRAGON WRESTLING ALLIANCE

(The arena is chanting: MITA! MITA! MITA MITA!)

Bishop: Fans, we're back home on the West Coast! And these fans have missed us immensely. My lord, listen to this!!

(Fans waving around signs saying: WE WANT SOME ORDER! and Tiger Power! Keiko Mita RULES the WORLD!)

Mutt: And what idiots! I don't care WHO these fans are or WHERE they are from....they are idiots!

Bishop: The Fall Moonsault '97 emanating from the Sky Dome in Toronto, Canada is gonna be an awesome pay per view. Can you imagine? The return of Medusa Rage, Lady Tiger on the prowl, Chandler preparing to make history and Officer Order continuing her legendary...

Mutt: THERE'S ONLY ONE LEGEND IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING, AND HER NAME IS MICKI DURAN! Tonight, she defends HER Internet Title against worthy challenger Bloody Mary!

Bishop: True indeed. Also fans, we have ESWP's Heavyweight Women’s Champion Chelsea Vandervilt going up against one of the greatest technicians in our sport, Organized Crime's 'La Femme Nikita' Nikita Marx. How about the Brown Girls seeking revenge against Idol Team Otanashis....

Mutt: and in the Main Event, you just heard from our WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT Champion! Dementia Praecox puts up the belt in a Triple Threat match against Officer Order and our Cruiserweight and Western Heritage Champ 'Golden Girl' Sierra Browne!

Bishop: Sierra has been in more main events as of late than any GDWA Superstar. Fans, don't even blink an eye on this one! This will be a red hot Catfight!

(Fans all cheering as Spud McKenzie enters the ring....)

Bishop: WE are 2 weeks away from Summer Break, and the action is coming to an impasse. Something has to burst! Spud, let's start off the night....

Spud: Wrestling fans, we're back in sunny California. Now, we ask you what is the #1 Women's promotion in NORTH AMERICA?

(Fans shout: Grand Dragon!)

Spud: And what is the very best wrestling promotion IN THE WORLD!

(Fans shout: Grand Dragon!!)

Spud: Now fans, the Grand Dragon Wrestling Alliance has but one question to ask all of its fans....Are you ready!?

(Fans scream: YES!!!!!)

Spud: I said ARE YOU READY?!

(Fans scream: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Spud: Then Let's Get Rrrrrrready to Rrrrrrrumble!!!

(Fans cheer as horns go off & Spud McKenzie stands poised in the ring.)

Chelsea Vandervilt vs. Nikita Marx

Spud: Our first contest is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit!

Bishop: Let's hook 'em up!

Mutt: Yeah, yeah, just ring the damn bell.

(Mixed cheers as fans hear 'Rag Doll' by Aerosmith)

Spud: First, led down the aisle by her manager QQ Ellis. Making her debut in the Grand Dragon Wrestling Alliance...From Miami, Florida! She stands 5 feet 9 inches tall, weighing in at 145 pounds. The ESWP Women's Heavyweight Champion.....'Golden Eagle' Chelsea Vandervilt!

(The Dawg Pound boos as Chelsea Vandervilt heads down the aisle slapping hands with fans.)

Mutt: For once these damn Californians have some sense.

Bishop: Chelsea a GREAT wrestler from the Electronic Shoot Wrestling Promotion. These fans are GDWA loyalists, though, and it will be difficult for her to win them over...

(QQ Ellis parts the ropes as Chelsea heads up the ring steps. She enters the ring wearing a white monokini with "CV" scripted on rear.)

Mutt: Mixed reaction from the fans, but I tell ya, if we were in Indiana, they'd be booing the HELL out of Vandervilt. That's mark country out there!

Bishop: Let's hear the intros for the Russians...

Spud: And HER opponent, representing Organized Crime...

(Fans all booing as they hear 'Point of No Return'!)

Spud: Led down the aisle by her manager Uncle Bob. From Moscow, Russia! She stands 6 feet tall, weighing in at 150 pounds, here is 'La Femme Nikita' Nikita Marx!

(Fans boo as Nikita Marx struts down the aisle.)

Bishop: Nikita so arrogant, and she's been even more so since joining the OC.

Mutt: Oh yeah! Nikita loves being a part of the stable and can relate to the stable mentality...you don't think Porter and the Blondes are in the building?

(Nikita circles ringside jarring with the fans as Uncle Bob paces along the ring apron in his tuxedo carrying his steel briefcase. Nikita is wearing a red silk robe. She stands in front of one ringside fan, and removes it, reveling a black French cut one piece bathing suit with a red star over her heart.)

Bishop: Ellis giving Vandervilt some last words of advice as Nikita enters the ring and...

Mutt: NIKITA MARX ON THE ATTACK!!!

(Mixed cheers as Nikita Marx nails away on Chelsea Vandervilt.)

*DING DING DING*

Bishop: Nikita nailing away with Elbow smashes to the back of the head. Vandervilt down on one knee as Nikita slaps on a Waistlock... and tosses her down to the mat!

(Fans all boo as Nikita Marx laughs heartily.)

Mutt: Great Swinging Waistlock Takedown! And Nikita is gonna go to school on this little girl.

Bishop: Nikita with a pick up, and more Elbow smashes to the head, and a Hip Toss to the mat!

(Mixed cheers as Chelsea Vandervilt pops back up to her feet.)

Mutt: Nikita a little surprised by her rigor as she springs back up to her feet, but Nikita with a head of steam...

Bishop: ...AND CHELSEA VANDERVILT WITH A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!

(Fans cheer as Chelsea nails away with fists to the head.)

Mutt: Nikita is dazed! Chelsea with a pick up, and Irish Whipping Nikita to the ropes. Nikita bouncing off...no!

(Dawg Pound cheers as Nikita grabs the ropes, and puts on the breaks.)

Bishop: Nikita using her head as the Golden Eagle looks on. These two somewhat similar in physique. A mere 5 pound weight difference between the two as well as an inch in difference in height.

Mutt: But the difference is that Chelsea is a strong girl whereas Nikita is a BIG girl. She's got great muscular development, and moves around quickly for a woman her size. Chelsea seems a little slow.

Bishop: Nikita off the ropes now, and these two locking up. Nikita with the advantage, and she drives her chest into Chelsea. Chelsea backing up, now a drop toe hold...

Mutt: But Nikita quick with a Side headlock and grinding down on Chelsea. Chelsea quick to her feet, bullying Nikita into the ropes... HOISTS HER UP FOR A SLINGSHOT...

Bishop: SLINGSHOT WAISTLOCK SUPLEX!!!!!

(Fans cheer as Nikita Marx clutches her back.)

Bishop: Chelsea up to her feet, measuring for a knee drop....

Mutt: MISSED!

(Dawg Pound cheers as Nikita Marx applies a single leg pick up.)

Mutt: Nikita taking advantage of Chelsea's sluggishness. Nikita measuring and NAILING an Elbowdrop to the thigh.

Bishop: Chelsea crawling for the ropes, but Nikita with a Leg Scissors keeping her prone!

(Fans chant: USA! USA! USA! USA!)

Spud: 5 minutes have gone by in the 15 minute time limit. 10 remain.

Mutt: Chelsea twirling around the mat to relieve pressure, and Nikita back up to her feet, still with that left leg as she applies a standing leg grapevine....

Bishop: ...and falls back against the mat *snapping* Chelsea's knee!

(Fans boo as Uncle Bob mocks QQ Ellis.)

Bishop: QQ Ellis, Chelsea's manager, awakening as he slaps the mat in support of his champion. Nikita with a pick up, and an Elbowsmash to the head. A side headlock...

Mutt: And Chelsea with a Standing Leg Grapevine...she's trying to underhook the arm to apply the Abdominal Stretch. Nikita struggling as she applies a Wristlock to power out of it...

Bishop: SIDE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP BY 'La Femme Nikita' NIKITA MARX!

(HUGE crowd pop from the Dawg Pound as Nikita Marx rolls on her chest, and laughs in Chelsea's face.)

Mutt: The cover!

Ref: 1...............................2................STRONG KICK OUT!

(Fans cheer as Chelsea kicks out.)

Bishop: Nikita with a single leg pick up, AND SLAPS ON A SPINNING TO HOLD!

(Fans boo as Nikita Marx screams out: U. S. A.)

Bishop: Both women underestimating each other. Chelsea one of the best women's wrestlers in the world, a master of the suplex and a fine technical wrestler...but she didn't take into account Nikita's greater size and speed. Nikita is a technical wonder herself, rivaled by Micki Duran...

Mutt: And even though Nikita considers Vandervilt a rookie, Vandervilt has shown signs that she's a moment away from a streak of moves!

(Fans all clapping and stomping their feet as Chelsea Vandervilt reaches for the ropes.)

Bishop: The ref asking the question, and Ellis coaching Vandervilt along...and she's got them!

Mutt: And Nikita with Elbow smashes to the left knee! The ref ordering her to break, and Nikita blatantly ignoring her. And the ref putting the count to her...

Ref: 1....................2..................3..................4.....

Bishop: Nikita breaking, but wanting more of the leg as Chelsea gets into the ropes! Nikita now, savagely stomping away, but Chelsea is in the ropes. NO break by Nikita, as the ref berates her and....

(Fans pop as the referee shoves Nikita Marx.)

Mutt: He can't do that! Uncle Bob up on the ring apron, and Ellis joining him...the ref is having a dandy of a time arguing with all three concerned parties.

Bishop: Nikita with a pick up, and more Elbow smashes. Chelsea pinned up against the ropes, and Nikita with an Irish Whip. Chelsea bouncing off and Nikita with a Leg Drag Takedown! Chelsea crawling for the ropes and look at this...

(Fans boo as Nikita Marx Fargo struts across the ring.)

Mutt: Nikita with a pick up, and a Frontface lock. She drapes the arm across her shoulders and....

Bishop: Chelsea with a block! Chelsea slapping on a Waistlock as Nikita struggles to get free...NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!

Ref: 1..............................2.....................shoulder up!

(Dawg Pound boos cheers Nikita Marx gets the shoulder up.)

Bishop: Both women up to their feet and Chelsea backing up into the corner. Nikita moving in....KARATE KICK TO THE MIDSECTION BY CHELSEA!

Mutt: Nikita clutching her ribs, and Chelsea with a running forearm shot as Nikita hits the mat....and she's going up top?

(Mixed cheers as Chelsea Vandervilt quickly climbs up the turnbuckles.)

Spud: 10 minutes have gone by in the 15 minute time limit. 5 remain.

Mutt: Nikita has been surprised by Chelsea's attack. Chelsea amazingly quick up those turnbuckles as she jumps off....

Bishop: ....AND connects WITH A FLYING KNEEDROP TO THE CHEST!!!

(Big pop from most fans as Chelsea Vandervilt drops for a lateral press.)

Ref: 1..........................2...................KICK OUT!

Mutt: Chelsea with a pick up and slapping on a Full Nelson...oh my! Nikita so strong as she powers out of it, and now a standing switch...

Bishop: no...Reversal by Chelsea Vandervilt! But Nikita Marx reaching between her legs and applying a Single Leg Takedown! Nikita twirling around and....

Mutt: Chelsea with an Inside Cradle!!!!

Ref: 1...............................2.............kick out!

(Fans chanting: USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! )

Bishop: Chelsea with great endurance, going for that quick pin attempt. Both women back up to the Neutral position and Nikita back to those Elbowsmashes to the head. Chelsea falling into the near corner, and Nikita wailing away!!

Mutt: Nikita with a Waistlock pick up, and planting Chelsea on the top turnbuckle. Nikita climbing the turnbuckles.....and Chelsea slapping on a Frontface lock, and now sliding across Nikita's back....

Bishop: What agility! They are back to back now as Chelsea lands on the mat...

Bishop: Nikita turning around and comes off the top with a Double Axe Handle!

(Dawg Pound erupts as Chelsea Vandervilt lays out on the mat.)

Bishop: Nikita laughing heartily as she points down at the ESWP Women’s Champion. How disrespectful! Ellis slapping the mat frantically as Nikita picks up Chelsea...East German Belly To Back Suplex...no!

(MAJOR crowd pop as Chelsea Vandervilt back flips out of Nikita Marx's Waistlock.)

Mutt: Chelsea slapping on a Waistlock and planting Nikita with a Belly to Back Suplex of her own!

(Fans chant: USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! )

Bishop: Nikita is dazed, and Chelsea slow to her feet. Nikita getting up to the neutral position.

Mutt: ....AND CHELSEA VANDERVILT NAILS HER WITH A GHETTO BLASTER!!!!!

(Fans all screaming as Chelsea Vandervilt rolls into a cover....)

Ref: 1............................2...............................3!!!

*Ding*Ding*Ding*Ding*

(Fans pop solidly behind Chelsea Vandervilt as they hear 'Rag Doll' by Aerosmith)

Bishop: The ref raising Chelsea's hand in victory, and Uncle Bob entering the ring in protest...and here comes QQ Ellis!

(Fans cheer as Ellis and Bob begin to argue.)

Mutt: Chelsea with a lucky win, Marx wasting too much time, and underestimating this gals reserve. Chelsea grabbing Ellis, and they leave the damn ring.

Bishop: Nikita arguing with the ref and...oh no! She's grabbing that briefcase, and is opening it up! She's got that Russian chain as she leaves the ring. Chelsea, turn around! Turn around...turn...

(The Dawg Pound cheers as Nikita Marx nails Chelsea from behind.)

Spud: Wrestling fans, at 13 minutes 55 seconds, your winner via pinfall....'Golden Eagle' Chelsea Vandervilt!

(Fans all screaming as Nikita Marx nails QQ Ellis. Both are on the ground as Nikita Marx and Uncle Bob march off laughing.)

Mutt: Oh yeah! You go girl!

Bishop: That's disrespectful! The GDWA and ESWP have a working relationship...go to a commercial. Quick, Whalen!

[Scene fades in on Sonya Blade seated behind a desk, a bank of video screens behind her.]

This is Sonya Blade with a Ringside Report. As many of you will have noticed, the GDWA has started to push the newest generation of superstars. First Sierra Browne debuted a range of merchandise, now Wrestler of the Month Keiko Mita is being added to the list.

According to reports, Mita's surgery was completed not long ago and initial reports are promising for her return at Fall Moonsault.

In honor of her accomplishments, starting with tonight’s show the official Keiko Mita 'Katana' t-shirts are being sold. Black t-shirts with silver katanas crossed on the front and the words:

'Keiko Mita: Wrestler of the Month' on the back.

Now you too can dress as sharp as the Kyoko Crippler.

Another release that should draw a lot of interest is the video 'Keiko Mita: Pure Wild', a collection of her wildest matches in Japan, including the notorious match against Bloody Mary where Mary's knee was badly injured. Was it intentional? Watch the tape and judge for yourself.

Well, that's it for tonight. Enjoy the show.

House of Styles: Daisy Butterfly

(Fans pop as they hear "Hypnotize" by Notorious B.I.G. MISTER Furious Styles comes strutting down the aisle. He's wearing a red and black striped tuxedo along with a top hat and sunglasses; and of course, he's styling and profiling with his steel tipped cane.)

Styles: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah, boy! IS Sacramento in the HOUSE?!

(Fans pop as MISTER Styles enters the ring. He twirls his mic around as he shakes his head in disdain.)

Styles: And Who's House is it?

(Fans pop as they scream: STYLES!)

Styles: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah, boy! That's the ticket, daddy!! Now, my featured guest this week is a has been, a never was and a never will be. She is your reigning GDWA IRONWOMAN for 1996, here is your so called 'Franchise'.....Daisy Butterfly!

("Let Me Clear My Throat" by DJ Kool bumps through the PA and the arena EXPLODES in cheers!! Two fountains of fireworks erupt near the aisle doorway to the back and Daisy Butterfly steps out, the crowd nearly blowing the roof of the arena! Daisy is dressed in a crop-top blue shirt with a butterfly collar and black hip-huggers, accented by a gold chain around her waist. She shakes hands all along the aisle way, the camera cutting to signs around the arena reading things like "Cali Loves Daisy" and "Welcome Back Dragon Trio." As Daisy gets up to the ring, she smirks at Styles--which does not go unnoticed by the roaring crowd. She walks over to the timekeepers' table and grabs a microphone and a steel chair, sliding the chair into the ring and hoping up on the apron, looking directly at Styles...)

Daisy: When Daisy's in the house...oh my God...

(A huge part of the crowd screams "Danger!" as the rest pop loudly, Styles looking about nervously. Daisy gets in the ring and picks up the chair, walking towards Styles.)

Styles: Oh no, sister...you wanna get violent with me, I'll call the whole interview off!!

(Daisy ignores Styles as she sets up the chair in the corner. She turns to face Styles and acts surprised when she sees him)

Daisy: Oh my! You're still here? I'd have thought you would have left and gotten all those raisins scraped off of your fronts!

(Daisy walks right up into Styles' face as he backpedals)

Styles: Now hold on a sec...

(The crowd cheers as Styles inadvertently falls down onto the chair Daisy brought. Daisy pulls the mic out of Styles' hands as he sits there, a bit shocked)

Daisy: (mocking Styles) Siiiiiiit....staaaaaaaaaaay. Good lil' doggie!

(Crowd pops as Daisy pats Styles on the head. Daisy flashes a smile for bigger applause)

Daisy: The MISTER Furious Styles show has been pre-empted tonight so we...should I say I...could bring you a special edition of DAISY'S GARDEN.

(HUGE pop)

Daisy: And I'm your host, the lovely and incomparable MISS Daisy Butterfly! (looking at Styles) Like how I stressed the honorific?

(Styles shoots Daisy a dirty look)

Daisy: Now, now, now...first off. Once again, we're coming up on Fall Moonsault time...

(Cheers)

Daisy: ...and that means, yours truly will no longer be your Ironwoman.

(Big boos from the crowd as Daisy makes a sad-face at Styles)

Daisy: I know, I know...but don't fret just yet. A little bird told me that I'll be coming up with a title shot in the NEAR future...

(HUGE cheers. A barely audible chant of "Duran Sucks!" "Duran Sucks!" can be heard among the roar)

Daisy: (addressing the chanters as they get louder) Hey now...a woman's personal life is her own personal life, despite however many attempts the Syndicate has made to bring us into theirs; or at least our GDWA commentators!

(Big laughs from the crowd)

Daisy: Now, I've asked Micki Duran for a shot at the Internet Title at the Fall Moonsault. I even got down on my knees and begged for a shot. And what does Duran do? She goes ahead and gives me a title shot NEXT WEEK!

(HUGE cheers!)

Daisy: (smiling) Well, that's all fine and dandy...but that still leaves me out in the cold for the Fall Moonsault! I mean, what's a girl to do, all alone on her big anniversary? What's a girl to do, Styles?

(Daisy pinches Styles' cheek as he furiously [no pun intended] tries to slap her hand away like a heated child...the crowd loving it all!)

Daisy: So I had to run down the list and put some matches together in my head...How many of you out there want to see me and my girls Burning Rain take it to Nikita Marx and the Suicide Blondes in a six-woman tag match?

(HUGE pop!)

Daisy: It would be great, wouldn't it? Seeing Organized Crime get the chair? Well, how about this one...who would like to see me take on BIG BAD Ma Porter in a return match from last year?

(Another huge pop as Styles is beside himself in mock laughter, actually falling off the chair and onto the floor as Daisy laughs at him)

Daisy: Never a dull moment when you're Lampin' With Flavor here in the Garden.

(Styles stands up and talks into the mic)

Styles: I'm sorry...I'm sorry...but for you to think you'd EVER have a chance against Big Ma--BWAH HAH HAH!!

(Daisy shoves him back down into the chair)

Daisy: Hold up a second Morris Day...this sure as HELL isn't your "Time!"

(Big pop)

Daisy: And yes...I KNOW I have all it takes to run the Godmother INTO THE GROUND!!

(HUGE pop)

Daisy: But, alas, I guess it'll have to wait until the Mark Strazcek Tribute Pay-Per-View. I'll be surrounded by four of the greatest up-and-comers in the sport! The heart-stopping aerial acrobatics of LADY TIGER!!

(HUGE crowd pop!)

Daisy: The guile and strength of the unintimidable REKKA SAKURA!!

(Big crowd pop!)

Daisy: The hurricane power and speed of the "Jumper," JENNIFER GRIER!!

(Big crowd pop!)

Daisy: And the modern phenomenon direct from Asia, BRIMSTONE!!

(Big crowd pop!)

Daisy: (looking at Styles) And THAT, Styles, is my show for the evening. THANK YOU EVERYONE, YOU'VE BEEN A WONDERFUL AUDIENCE!!

(HUGE POP as "Let Me Clear My Throat" comes back on and Daisy struts about the ring; leaving Styles fuming in his chair until she leaves)

GDWA Internet Championship: Micki Duran vs. Bloody Mary

Spud: Wrestling fans, our next contest is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit...and it is for the GDWA Internet Heavyweight Championship!

Bishop: This would be Main Event material if it weren't for our Main Event match up!

Mutt: And you've got to think that Duran is taking great interest in that one...will she be focused?

(Fans boo as they hear 'Midnight Rider' by the Allman Brothers)

Spud: First, the challenger, led down the aisle by her trainer, Ana Conda...hailing from Davenport, Iowa. She is 5 feet 9 inches, 163 pounds, here is Bloody Mary!

(Mary heads down the aisle pensively. Swaggering past outreaching hands as she looks into the ring.)

Bishop: Mary coming off a tough loss to Lady Tiger just 2 weeks ago. And now, she gets her first shot at the Internet title.

Mutt: And Duran doing the smart thing. Exploiting the big woman while she is injured. Mary much like Medusa Rage, wrestling past her injuries...I just hope she's doing the right thing.

(Bloody Mary enters the ring wearing a black leather jacket over a two piece singlet with black boots and black & red knee pads)

Bishop: Mary with the biggest title shot to date. Just last week she had an altercation with Micki Duran. Now, we'll see if Duran can handle the 160 pound street fighter.

Bishop: Fans, let's hear the announcements for the champ...

(Fans continue booing as they hear "All I Really Want" by Alanis Morissette.)

Spud: And her opponent...led down the aisle by her manager the Kingpin and 'Brilliant' Tiffany Chandler! Representing the Syndicate...

(Fans boo as Micki Duran comes walking through the ring curtain.)

Spud: ...From Lake Ponchatrain, Louisiana! She is 5 feet 8 inches tall, weighing 124 pounds. Here is the Grand Dragon Wrestling Alliance Internet HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION....'the Legend' Micki Duran!!!!

(Fans continue to boo as the Kingpin leads Tiff and Micki down the aisle.)

Mutt: Doesn't Tiffany look great beside the Legend? And you said there was beef between them!

Bishop: Yeah, right.

(Duran heads down the aisle wearing a white singlet with the word LEGEND across the back, with matching boots, and a headband. The INTERNET title, draped over her shoulder, shines in the ring lights.)

Bishop: And Duran charging Mary with the belt.....

Mutt: And Mary ducking...and nailing away with Iowa Heaven Punches!

(Fans pop as the referee gets between Micki and Mary.)

Bishop: Mary shoves the ref to the mat, and she's grabbed the Internet title....AND NAILS MICKI!

(Fans all cheering as Micki Duran hits the mat.)

*Ding*Ding*Ding*Ding*

Bishop: Mary stomping away on Duran, and Duran is getting pummeled. A pick up, and Mary with a standing choke hold...and now elevating Micki into the air!

(Fans all cheer as Micki Duran flails her legs.)

Ref: 1.....................2...................3...........4.....

Mutt: And Mary tossing her into the near corner.....AND COMES RUNNING IN WITH A CLOTHESLINE!

(Fans cheer!)

Mutt: Duran may not have faced a woman as strong as Bloody Mary before. She's a big gal!

Bishop: Mary nailing away with hard right hands in the corner. Now an uppercut and right cross combination, and Duran is stunned. Mary, twirls around....AND NAILS A TORNADO PUNCH! DURAN IS DOWN!

Mutt: The Kingpin calling for Duran to roll out of the ring, but Mary s snatching the champion out of the corner. Greta onslaught by the challenger. Duran has got to do something.

Bishop: Mary raking the eyes, and shoving Duran right back into the corner...and now choking away on the champ.

Ref: 1.........................2...............3................4....

Mutt: Mary now, with a pick up, and drapes Duran over her shoulder. Bloody Mary with a head of steam....POWERSLAM!

(Dawg Pound barks: WooF! WooF! WooF! WooF! WooF! WooF! WooF! WooF! )

Bishop: Mary with a pick up and a SNAPPING Backbreaker! The cover!

Ref: 1...........................2.....................Strong Kick out!

Mutt: Mary not even letting Duran get a breather. Mary leaning over Duran and biting as the Kingpin gets up to the ring apron. OH my!

Bishop: Mary with a pick up, and slapping on a frontface lock! Duran slapping at Mary's sides, attempting to get some circulation going...and now Duran with a Wristlock, and winding out of the Facelock!

Mutt: And a Backheel trip sends Bloody Mary to the mat. And let me go on record as saying that took incredible strength on the part of the Legend.

Bishop: Duran still with that Wristlock as she twirls around and applies an Arm Scissors! Mary rolling around, and inching toward the ropes. She has the weight advantage and easily does so.

Ref: 1......................2................3..............4.......

Mutt: Duran has an expressionless look on her face as Bloody Mary gets to her feet. She’s still dazed as Mary charges Duran...

Bishop: Drop toe hold by the champion into a Legbar. So fluid, the champion with a bloody nose as she tightens up on the lock. Mary using that strength to get into the ropes. The ref wants a break.

Mutt: Duran to her feet...and stomping away on that left leg.

Ref: 1...................2..................3..................4.......5

Bishop: And Duran breaking, and you can tell there's bad blood between these two!!

Mutt: You mean when Mary attempted to help Medusa steal the World title? Oh yeah, THAT IS bad blood, isn't it?!

Bishop: Duran with a Single Leg pick up, and dragging Bloody Mary away from the ropes. Mary twirling around and grabbing Duran by the tights!

Ref: 1...............................................................

2.....................................................................

NO!

Spud: 5 minutes have gone by in the 15 minute time limit. 10 remain. Bishop: Duran ready to go to work now as both women get up to the Neutral position. Collar and Elbow tie up, and Duran with a Side headlock Takedown!

Mutt: And she's wearing down that neck. That's what the purpose of the headlock is. Mary quick to her feet, and Duran with a Standing Switch

Bishop: but Mary swinging back with a HARD elbow to the head! Duran is dazed again, and Mary Irish Whipping the champ to the side ropes. Duran bouncing off as Bloody Mary races after her and....

Mutt: Bloody Mary CLOTHESLINING Micki Duran over the top!

(Fans pop as Micki Duran hits the floor.)

Mutt: Tiffany Chandler checking on Duran, and here comes Bloody Mary. Mary grabbing a chair....and here comes the Kingpin! The ref warning both parties now.

Ref: 1................2.................3............4.......

Mutt: Mary with a handful of hair, running over to the steel post.... and Duran putting on the breaks! And rams MARY's head into the steel!!!!

(Hardcore cheer as Bloody Mary drops to one knee.)

Bishop: Duran slapping on a Waistlock and connects with a Side Suplex!

(Hardcore cheer while Micki Duran rolls into the ring.)

Ref: .............................7................................8...

Mutt: Ana Conda rolling Mary into the ring, and Duran with a frontface lock, and attempts to hoist her up....no! Bloody Mary with a block but Micki Duran with an Inside Cradle!!!

Ref: 1............................2.........................no!

Bishop: Both women back up and Micki Duran with a Standing Dropkick! Mary is down, Micki Duran sitting the challenger up. Duran heading into the near corner, and climbing up the turnbuckles....

Mutt: DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!

(Fans boo as Micki Duran makes the lateral press.)

Ref: 1...................2.......................................no!

(Mixed cheers as Bloody Mary kicks out.)

Bishop: These fans hate Duran do much, they are willing to cheer on Bloody Mary and...Oh boy!

(Fans boo as Dalbello Rage and Sierra Browne come down the aisle.)

Mutt: Duran cursing out at the Cruiserweight champion. She slaps on a Waistlock and executes an OVERHEAD Belly To Belly Suplex! The cover!

Ref: 1.............................2......................Kick out!

Bishop: Duran with a pick up, and executes a *snapping* Side Headlock and Takedown!

Mutt: Hold on! Mary with a handful of tights and rolls during through it onto her shoulders!!

Ref: 1.....................2......................shoulder up.

Mutt: Now Mary getting back up to her feet, and shoving Duran off into the far ropes. Duran bouncing off and DUCKING The Clothesline!

Bishop: Duran bouncing off the near ropes as Mary turns around and

Mutt: Bloody Mary slaps her hand around Micki Duran's throat....

Bishop: *C*H*O*k*E*S*L*A*M!!!!!

(Fans cheer as Micki Duran lays on the mat, clutching her back.)

Bishop: Bloody Mary with a pick up, and a SNAPPING backbreaker over the knee. Duran is down! Duran is down!

(Fans pop big time as Bloody Mary scoops up Micki Duran.)

Mutt: BODYSLAM! Duran trying to suck it up as she gets back up again, and ANOTHER Bodyslam!

Spud: 10 minutes have elapsed. 10 minutes.

Mutt: Duran is hurt, and Mary somewhat wobbly legged as she slaps on a frontface lock....DDT!

(Fans with mixed cheers as Sierra Browne applauds.)

Bishop: Bloody Mary with a pick up, and nailing away with those Iowa Heaven Punches. Duran has been dazed since the moment she stepped into the ring.

Mutt: Mary Irish Whipping Duran....RIGHT INTO THE FAR CORNER!

Bishop: Ana Conda telling her to charge as Mary sprints across the ring...

Mutt: and Micki Duran with a Superkick! Mary's head snapping back, and Duran quickly with a head of steam and a Headscissors takedown!

Bishop: Mary slapping the mat in angst as Micki Duran points to her head. Duran twirling up to her feet as she slaps on a frontface lock, and turns it around...

Mutt: And HITS a RUDE AWAKENING!

(Fans all on booing as Micki Duran gets to her feet.)

Bishop: She thinks she's so smart. How arrogant! Duran with a pick up, and points out to Sierra Browne. Duran with a boot to the midsection, and an Inverted Front Face Lock.....

Mutt: "the END" Diamond Cutter.

(Fans all booing as Micki Duran lays across Bloody Mary.)

Ref: 1.................................2...........................3!

*Ding*Ding*Ding*Ding*

(Thunderous boos as fans hear "All I Really Want" by Alanis Morissette!)

Spud: Wrestling fans, at 13 minutes and 16 seconds, your winner via pinfall.....and STILL Internet Heavyweight Champion....

(Fans all booing as Micki Duran is handed her belt.)

Spud: "The Legend" Micki Duran!!!!

Bishop: Micki Duran rolling out of the ring, and Sierra and Dalbello leaving ringside. Mary did incredibly, but that injury was too much.

Mutt: Hell, you try getting Bulldog by that damn Lady Tiger diving off the top turnbuckle...oh the outside no doubt! Mary, come back when you’re all healed up!

Bishop: Duran spitting on the ground and calling on Sierra Browne. Oh boy! No love lost there at all.

Mutt: Well, speaking of no love, we got the House of Styles up next. He's had a tough night tonight with his guests.

Bishop: Well, maybe he weren't such a smart ass...

House of Styles: Suicide Blondes

(Fans cheer as MISTER Furious Styles enters the ring.)

Styles: YEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah, boy! MISTER Furious Styles here introducing the team that SHOULD be the World Tag Team Champions....the Suicide Blondes!

("My Way" by Sid Vicious plays and the arena erupts in boos! The Suicide Blondes emerge from the back, dressed in identical form-fitting pinstripes suits and fedoras. Both women carry toy Thompson machine-guns and smile as fans boo them all along the aisle way)

Taylor Monroe: (to the crowd) Hush dears, you're giving yourselves a bad name!

Baby Jane Ross: Taylor Girl, I have a bad feeling about these people.

Taylor Monroe: And why is that, pray tell?

Baby Jane Ross: Didn't you see it on the way in? The sloping, criminal brows. The guttural horse-noises whinnying their disproval...I swear, this isn't GDWA's Tuesday Catfight...we're smack-dab in the middle of a RAGE FAMILY REUNION!!

(Some cheers and laughs, some boos)

Taylor Monroe: I agree, darling. There sure is enough people here to support your theory!

Styles: (chuckling) Girls, enough...we gotta get down to some business here. Since we're on the topic, it looks like the new Misfits have called you out...

(Both Blondes erupt in laughter, supporting themselves on each other's shoulders)

Styles: Something funny about that?

Baby Jane Ross: (attempting to control her laughter) Funny? Oh GOD YES!!

Taylor Monroe: Let me put it in a perspective that YOU could understand, Fury. Does Godiva REALLY think we NEED to take her serious with this new little project? For real. Love me, hate me...it doesn't matter. I think I speak for the whole league when I say that familiarity REALLY DOES breed contempt...and seeing how fifty percent of our air-time is dominated by sperm and egg rejects of Poppy Rage, we're quite familiar with the Rage family.

(Surprising amount of cheers)

Baby Jane Ross: Now, let me explain the punchline, sweetie. It seems like every Rage hanger-on and non-talent will get her time in the sunshine. Godiva, get it through your chubby little head, dear. It's OVER between us. You lost your belts, you never proved anything to us, we just don't want your kind around our kind. What do we have to prove by beating you and your kid sister? Do we need to make you cry again?

Taylor Monroe: We're good at that!

Baby Jane Ross: And when we do snuff you, what do you do then? Drop Lauryn Rage, grab Wheezy Rage? Drop Wheezy, grab Tootie Rage? Drop Tootie, grab Coffy Rage? Drop Coffy, grab Cleopatra Rage? WHEN WILL THIS MADNESS END!!

Taylor Monroe: I swear to God, Fury, this is one big joke gone on too far. I will RETCH when the inevitable day comes...and I know it'll be soon.

Styles: What day is that?

Taylor Monroe: The day that that cub reporter interviewing Medusa Rage last week gets in the ring as someone's partner or manager!

Baby Jane Ross: Oh FOR REAL!!

Taylor Monroe: Don't believe me, sweetie?

Baby Jane Ross: No, I do, I do. I believe you ALL TOO WELL.

Taylor Monroe: I know you do. Fury, have we covered that topic good enough for you? Or do you want more?

Baby Jane Ross: We can give more, if you'd like.

Styles: No no, that'll be enough. Next up, the Hyena Queens...

(BJ and Taylor aim their guns at Styles, then start laughing)

Taylor Monroe: Did we rattle them, or what?

Baby Jane Ross: Yes dear, I think we did. Awfully funny what happened out there last week. Having little Angie Bassett over my knee in their own finisher...what's it called again?

Taylor Monroe: I dunno, something SIMPLE, like the "Big Crapshoot" or something.

Baby Jane Ross: Simple indeed. Fair enough to call ourselves the uncrowned champs of the GDWA?

(Some fans cheer, some boo)

Taylor Monroe: Oh, most certainly, my lovely!

Baby Jane Ross: Knowing the mentality of the Hyena Queens, I'm sure they've gone off on a stream of remarks concerning us.

Taylor Monroe: They've probably called us "dykes." Oooooh, hit us where it hurts, sisters.

Baby Jane Ross: Hitting where it hurts is something that the Hyena Queens just don't know much about. Those two powder-puffs had to win the belts like the yellow-bellied "Dawg"-shit that they are...

(Big "oooooohs" from the crowd)

Baby Jane Ross: ...by CLIMBING A CAGE. Now, if fence-jumping was all it took to win belts, we'd be engaged to a couple of World champions, many times over.

(Crowd laughs at the self-effacing remark)

Taylor Monroe: Too funny, girlfriend!

Baby Jane Ross: And the amazing part about the ineptitude of the Hyena Queens is that they only suffered their first loss at our hands! That says something about the GDWA tag team scene, doesn't it?

Taylor Monroe: What exactly does it say, sweetie?

Baby Jane Ross: That, unequivocally, the whole division is _FAR_BENEATH_US_

(Huge boos)

Baby Jane Ross: Don't agree? Let's break it all down. Hit me with a team, momma!

Taylor Monroe: High Flying Dolls.

Baby Jane Ross: Please! The cast of "Blossom" on uppers. Next.

Taylor Monroe: The Gladiatrixes.

Baby Jane Ross: The cast of "Exit To Eden" on steroids. I swear, where does Bloody Mary find these clowns? Next.

Taylor Monroe: Brown Girls.

Baby Jane Ross: Still here? Yeah, about as fresh and exciting as a douche.

(Big laughs from the crowd, some boos)

Taylor Monroe: Now we know where that little "whoosh" tag-line came from. Idol Team Otanashi.

Baby Jane Ross: Idol Team Hold-The-Prozac. Much better when they were fighting each other; at least then, no one else had to and just maybe, they would have snuffed each other. Next.

Taylor Monroe: Alison Wren and Monika Frank.

Baby Jane Ross: No gimmicks needed, no personality implied. Next.

Taylor Monroe: The Harlequins.

Baby Jane Ross: Stopped reading those a long time ago. These two are just plain crazy...the Doe and Peep of the GDWA. I heard they don't even take buses or planes to arenas, they catch the Hale-Bopp express. But any team willing to take the Rages off our hands can't be all bad. Next.

Taylor Monroe: Knock-knock-knocking on Heaven's Gate; I like that. Okay, the Battling Beauties from Beijing.

Baby Jane Ross: Is this a joke? There's no team by that name here!

Taylor Monroe: Must be a typo because I've never seen them. Okay, how about Team Doja?

Baby Jane Ross: Oh God, where do I start on these two washed-up has-beens; I take that back, washed-up NEVER-WILL-BES. So let me get this straight, this David Duke guy takes this Lady Starr character out of her "English as a Second Language" class and sits her down in front of a "Menace II Society" tape-loop, and SUDDENLY, she's no longer the loser she was last year? And this Lisa Thompson dame...didn't she get a pink slip last summer? How can she even be allowed to shine shoes in the back room, much less wrestle? Maybe we'll wrestle them, when they gain a vocabulary. Next.

Taylor Monroe: Let's end it with one of my favorites, and one of yours. BURNING RAIN.

(Huge crowd pop at the mention of their name. The Suicide Blondes make faces at the crowd and pretend to shoot everyone with their guns)

Baby Jane Ross: My oh my...you bring up Cholesterol and Jail-Bait, and the crowd goes apespit.

Taylor Monroe: Goodness...look, Burning Rain. I hope you two do get a shot at the gold at the Fall Moonsault. Because, darlings, WE are the NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS. And seeing how EASILY we dealt with you a few weeks back...

(HUGE boos from the crowd)

Taylor Monroe: ...the GDWA World Tag Team straps are as good as around our waists!

(More boos)

Styles: You done? Can I get my show back?

Baby Jane Ross: Yes dear, you can. We've got more important things to do, anyway.

Taylor Monroe: Like pick out bridesmaids' dresses. The trick will be making all the other bridesmaids look as good as Nikita. And THAT’S gonna be tough...

Styles: Hey...uh...I haven't gotten my invitation yet. I was just wondering when...

(The two Suicide Blondes start laughing)

Baby Jane Ross: You? You THINK, after all the Trini-trash ass that you've been kissing, that YOU'D be INVITED to OUR weddings?

Taylor Monroe: I tell you what, Fury. Ask Sam Mutt or Congo Paul Roberts if they need a ride to the reception. That's about as close as you'll get to the party!

(The two Blondes laugh as "My Way" plays again, the crowd booing and throwing trash as they make their way backstage)

Fans, let's go to tag team action...

(Fans boo as Congo Paul Roberts heads down the aisle.)

Allan: Here comes a match between two teams that have faced each other before. By now, The Brown Girls and Idol Team Otanashi should know each other's tricks. I'd say they're about equally matched, but I'm just itching to find out what Congo Paul Roberts thinks.

Congo: I think that when you kiss up to me, you look like even more of a putz. The Otonashis have had a little bit of success against the Brown Girls. In fact, most people think that's the reason Medusa Rage decided to devote her full attention to the Indigo and Marissa. But neither team is championship material just yet.

Allan: Well, I wouldn't discount either team.

Congo: What about the Otonashis? Japanese merchandise is always available at a discount! Heh.

Allan: I can't tell you how much I've missed comments like that. I really can't. Here's Spud with the call.

The Browne Girls vs. Idol Team Otanashi

SPUD: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING TAG TEAM MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, WITH A FIFTEEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT!! FIRST, COMING DOWN THE AISLE, AND LED BY MEDUSA RAGE, HERE ARE INDIGO BROWNE AND MARISSA MONET, THE BROWN GIRLS!!!!!!!

(Fans give a mixed reaction as "Brown Girl in the Ring" plays over the PA. Marissa and Indigo emerge from the backstage curtain and head to the ring, looking focused.)

Allan: The fans are uncertain how to react to the Brown Girls.

Congo: Well, they don't trust them! One week, they fight a good clean match, and the next week, they're cheating. At least the Otonashis got their act together and decided to stick to one ring philosophy! And it's no coincidence that they started winning soon after that.

SPUD: AND THEIR OPPONENTS!! HAILING FROM JAPAN, HERE ARE KURUMI AND KASUMI, THE IDOL TEAM OTONASHI!!!!!

(Crowd boos thunderously as The Otonashis' Japanese music plays and the lights dim. Kurumi and Kasumi walk onto the ramp leading to the ring and execute a few martial arts maneuvers, each holding a Kendo stick.)

Allan: Again with the sticks!!

Congo: Hey now that they have no qualms about using 'em, I fully endorse the presence of those sticks.

Allan: Why doesn't that surprise me?

****DING**** ****DING**** ****DING****

Allan: And we're underway as the Otonashis storm the ring! But the Brown Girls were ready, and both teams struggling for the advantage. Kurumi and Indigo are locked in a corner, and Kasumi's got her arms around Marissa but Marissa is battering Kasumi with forearm smashes to the back.

Congo: And Kasumi takes Monet down! Now it's Kasumi on top, hitting Marissa with a flurry of punches. The ref has pried apart Kurumi and Indigo, so it looks like Kasumi and Marissa to officially start the match.

Allan: Kasumi with a pick up and a snapmare. She follows up with a knee to the back as Monet is sitting up. Now the Otanashi lock on a chinlock.

Congo: The Otonashis are aggressively trying to control the pace of this match. But Indigo Browne want to swing it in her favor, she enters the ring.

Allan: But is intercepted by the ref. And look at this, Kurumi, going up to the top rope while the ref deals with Indigo...

(Crowd boos!)

Allan: She nails the flying headbutt!!!

Congo: But gets caught by the ref!!!!

(Boos turn to cheers as the referee chastises Kurumi)

Allan: Medusa Rage, demanding justice, as The Otonashis, getting just a little too liberal with their new attitude

Congo: Excuse me, did you say liberal? They're from Japan, the home of conservativism!!!

Allan: Why can't I ever get through one match without one of your prejudiced generalizations?

Congo: Because so many teams in the GDWA are candidates for exportation.

Allan: Well in any case, Idol Team Otanashi chooses to argue with the referee, and that gives Marissa the chance to tag out. Now it's Indigo in the ring, and The Otanashis confer for a moment, and decide to throw Kurumi at the original Brown Girl.

Congo: And now the two lock up, but it's Kurumi with a hiptoss. She picks up Indigo for a...Sidewalk slam!! My word!! I must admit, although I really don't like many teams here, The Otonashis have been catching my fancy lately.

Allan: Is that so? Ooh, a kneedrop from Kurumi. I remember a time when you couldn't even keep the Otanashi's names straight! You called one of them Chewbacca!!

Congo: Yes, I think I had her mixed up with Gojira from Burning Rain. Anyway, while you've been accosting me Kurumi has been taking it to Indigo Browne with a series of knife-edge chops.

Allan: Now it's Kurumi with a fall-away slam.

Congo: But Browne right back on her feet!! Kurumi with a punch...blocked! Again!! Indigo Browne with a hard kick to the stomach!! Gutwrench suplex!!!

(Parts of the crowd pop!!)

Allan: Here's the pin

1................2...................No!

Allan: She'll need to do more damage if she wants to score a pin. Maybe Medusa should change Indigo's strategy to try for a submission?

Congo: Nah, Japan's sub missions never did all that well. That's why they lost the war, you know.

Allan: You're worse than usual tonight.

SPUD: FIVE MINUTES HAVE ELAPSED!!! TEN MINUTES REMAIN!!!!!!

Congo: Indigo with a legdrop for good measure, and she scampers to tag in Marissa. Marissa steps into the ring but Kasumi gets to her before she can get to Kurumi! The ref is having a hard time getting Kasumi to return to her corner.

Allan: And Kurumi, able to blindside Marissa while the ref was keeping Indigo from getting involved. Idol Team Otanashi, firmly in control now as Kurumi goes back to her corner. That exchange was made without a tag, incidentally.

Congo: Must you always point out each little infraction? The Otonashis don't speak English, they deserve a bit of slack!

Allan: Now Kasumi's CHOKING MARISSA ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!! HOW MUCH SLACK IS ENOUGH?

(Crowd boos!!!!!)

Congo; The ref, threatening disqualification...

Allan: And the Otonashis understand that well enough. Kasumi gives a final kick for good measure, and now she's doing martial arts in the center of the ring.

Congo: And this crowd just doesn't appreciate the culture of the Orient. That martial arts display signifies respect for your opponent. It's called the Otanashi-Mitsubishi-Toyota.

Allan: IT IS NOT!!! Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the insensitive nature of my broadcast colleague here.

Congo: What??

Allan: Now Kasumi picks up the newer Brown Girl...she hoists her over her head...What strength...OHHH!!!!!

Congo: Kasumi just dropped Marissa from the ring to the outside!! Monet must be in a world of hurt.

Allan: The referee is reprimanding Kasumi, oh no, Kurumi to the second rope...CROSS BODY BLOCK TO MARISSA ON THE OUTSIDE!!!

(Fans boo loudly, throw some trash)

Allan: The ref didn't see it that time, and so he begins his count. 1 . . . . 2 . . 3 . . 4 . . 5 . . 6. . . . Allan: And Medusa, with a little proactive managing hoists Marissa back into the ring. She also has a few words with Kasumi, who stares at her, dumbfounded. Now she grabs Monet by the hair and knees her in the face.

Congo: I guess that's her reply to Medusa. She grabs Marissa's hair again, but Marissa grabs Kasumi's other leg and trips her. A quick pin!

1.............2..........Kick out!!

Allan: Marissa was so close to scoring an unexpected pinfall.

Congo: Now it's Marissa with an Irish-whip....Kasumi bounces off...double clothesline!!!! Both women down!!!!

(Crowd noise swells!)

Allan: I think Marissa may have had more behind her clothesline, but Kasumi's a bit fresher. It'll be a race to see who can get up first as the ref begins his count. 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6.. 7.. 8.. 9..

Allan: Kasumi up just in the nick of time!!!!! Marissa up too!! Marissa needs to make that tag. She's headed in the right direction.

Congo: But Kasumi sneaks up behind her and slaps on a full-nelson...into a suplex!!! Both women are down once more!

SPUD: 10 MINUTES HAVE ELAPSED!! FIVE MINUTES REMAIN!!!

Allan: Both women struggling to get up....Kasumi off the far ropes...SPINNING HEEL KICK!!! Out of nowhere!! She just cleaned Marissa's clock!!

Congo: Kurumi is on the floor, sneaking around to the Brown Girl corner. What's this? Kasumi slaps on a cross-face chickenwing!!! Marissa is in agony!!

Allan: And Kurumi is holding on to Indigo's leg!!! She can't get in to break the hold!!

Congo: Idol Team Otanashi is using some brains, finally!

Allan: Monet is nodding, she's had enough!!!

****DING**** ****DING**** ****DING****

SPUD: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE WINNERS OF THE MATCH AT A TIME OF 10:55, IDOL TEAM OTONASHI!!!!!!!!

(Fans boo tremendously as the Japanese music plays)

Allan: A well fought match, but again, the Otonashis had to resort to questionable tactics.

Congo; Indigo is howling mad, she wants to get it on with Kurumi Otanashi, but Medusa Rage is herding her team backstage.

Allan; One day, the Otonashis will pay...

Congo: Yeah, and one day Gojira will shave her back.

Bishop: Sam, please come back!!! Fans, let's go to another House of Styles.

House of Styles: Radhi Ananda

(Fans pop as they hear "Hypnotize" by Notorious B.I.G. MISTER Furious Styles comes strutting down the aisle. He's wearing a red and black striped tuxedo along with a top hat and sunglasses; and of course, he's styling and profiling with his steel tipped cane.)

Styles: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah, boy! Now my next guest concludes this horrific night of GDWA superstars. Please welcome 'Jungle' Radhi Ananda....

(The Rolling Stones' "Paint It Black" plays over the PA and the crowd cheers! Radhi Ananda runs down the aisle, malicious intensity blazing from her eyes as she stalks the ring area, picking up chairs around ringside and throwing them into the ring! The Dawg Pound explodes in barks as Radhi shoves aside Allen Bishop and launches his chair into the ring!)

Styles: (dodging the raining chairs) THAT'S IT!! First Butterfly...then the Blondes...I'M NOT GONNA TAKE THIS SHIT ANY LONGER!

(The crowd cheers as Styles rolls out of the ring near the aisle)

Styles: Ananda, girl, congrats. You won. Take the mic and do this yourself 'cause I'm OUTTA HERE!!

(Styles throws the mic into the mic and walks backstage as a majority of the arena barks! Radhi rolls into the ring and prowls on her hands and knees towards the mic. She grabs the mic and sits on her knees, among several chairs creating a warzone atmosphere)

Radhi: Let ANY WOMAN OR MAN wishing to meet the fury of the Black Mother CHALLENGE ME NOW!!

(HUGE pop as Radhi pops up to her feet and roars, stomping about the ring)

Radhi: A messenger has been sent, in perhaps the most unlikely form. A messenger, forged within the same fires of destruction and entropy as the Eighth Wonder herself. A messenger that at one point made her destiny that of this one's destruction.

(Radhi drops to her knees facing the aisle way, breathing heavy)

Radhi: A Krsna to this one's Arjuna, it could be said. One woman, who has revealed herself to me as being above all others. REKKA SAKURA.

(Big crowd pop at the mention of Sakura's name)

Radhi: Rekka Sakura, you have asked for the intervention of the Eighth Wonder in your one-woman campaign against the Syndicate. I, too, have engaged the idea; but as all have seen, the Syndicate hides behind a curtain of deceit impenetrable by just one woman; whether that woman be a Rekka Sakura OR a Radhi Ananda. That alone has raised the anger within this one.

(Dawg Pound: "Woof!" "Woof!" "Woof!" Radhi's face ACTUALLY breaks into a smile, or as close as it can get to one)

Radhi: But two women of such virtues...two women living so far on the edge of the rest of humanity...yes, these two women can become one living hammer in the hands of the Black Mother...the Judge, Jury and Executioner!!

(HUGE crowd pop as Radhi howls with the crowd)

Radhi: Rekka Sakura...I ACCEPT your offer of alliance!! And on our behalf, I issue such a challenge...ANY TWO OF THE SYNDICATE, meet us at the Fall Moonsault in a TEXAS TORNADO RULES TAG TEAM CONTEST!! The pup Chandler, this so-called "Sexy One." The Legend. Andrea Chandler. Any two. The blood, Syndicate. It calls.

(Radhi throws the mic down and exits the ring, howling as she skulks backstage, the crowd roaring in approval)

Bishop: Fans, enough delays, it is time for our Main Event! Oh my!

Mutt: Oh yeah, we're not talking about some 3 Way Dance. This is a Triple Threat Match!! All 3 women in the ring simultaneously, and I think it is ingenious on the part of the champ to design this sort of match up. It's right up her sleeve.

Bishop: Fans, we're 2 weeks away from the Summer Break. And a month from then we have Fall Moonsault '97! Praecox with the heart of a true champion, defending the title when she doesn't have too! As much as I dislike her, I must give the woman her due...

Mutt: And thank Madame Hecate Sierra and Order. Praecox didn't have to challenge you two...now, we'll see a little of everything in this one. Browne has history with both women, but she absolutely can't stand Praecox. This is gonna get good!

GDWA Championship/GDWA Transnational Cruiserweight Championship: Dementia Praecox vs. Sierra Browne vs. Officer Order

Spud: Wrestling fans, our next contest is OUR MAIN EVENT this week. It a Triple Threat Match scheduled for one fall with a 60 minute time limit...and IT IS for the GDWA Cruiserweight......

(Fans pop!)

Spud: And.....WORLD Heavyweight Championship!!!

(Fans erupt and begin chants of: ORDER! ORDER! ORDER!)

Bishop: Here we go! The match we've been waiting for all week long! A last minute addition to our card tonight...oh my goodness, this crowd is hyped.

Mutt: And can you believe Sierra Browne? She could come up with 3/4th of the GDWA singles gold after tonight. If that ain't Hall of Fame criteria, I don't know what is!

Bishop: Let's go to Spud with the ring announcements.

(MAJOR CHEERS as fans hear "Bad Boys" by Inner Circle.)

Spud: The first challenger...led down the aisle by her manager Martial Law! From San Francisco, she is 5 feet tall, weighing in at 120 pounds...the FORMER Western Heritage champion...

(Fans chanting: ORDER! ORDER! ORDER!)

Spud: 'Double O' Officer May Order!

(Fans all on their feet cheering as Officer Order heads down the aisle. She slaps hands with fans as Martial Law throws Officer Order t-shirts to ringsiders. She enters the ring wearing dark blue pants & light blue uniform shirt with a gold star over her heart.)

Spud: And her opponent!

(Fans ALL booing as they hear 'Brown Girl' blast through the pa.)

Spud: Led down the aisle by her manager, Dalbello Rage! Hailing from Port of Spain Trinidad! She is 5 feet 10 inches, 129 pounds. Your Cruiserweight AND GDWA Western Heritage Champion...

(Fans chanting: ORDER! ORDER! ORDER!)

Spud: 'Golden Girl' Sierra Browne!

(Sierra Browne twirls around as fans boo and curse at her. Dalbello Rage smirks as Sierra Browne cups her ear and twirls around some more.)

Mutt: She's such a babe! And since acquiring her new attitude, Sierra has become one of the most prolific wrestlers in our promotions history. Sierra....

Bishop: Hold on! Micki Duran bursting through the ring curtain!

(Fans all booing as Duran grabs Sierra by the arm, and start screaming at her. The two begin a little pushing match, then Micki flips Sierra off, and storms back to the locker room.)

Bishop: Dalbello Rage holding Sierra back as she reminds her of a more important task at hand! The World Title that NONE of the Rage family has held.

Mutt: Sierra heading down the aisle, and look at Order. Martial Law counseling Double O as Sierra sneers at the former WH champ! And Order claims there's no heat between these two?

(Sierra enters the ring wearing a glittering gold cape. She flaunts her gold two piece and slightly heavier, short gold boots. The WESTERN HERITAGE title shines over her right shoulder and the TRANSNATIONAL CRUISERWEIGHT title shines over her left shoulder.)

Bishop: Order tugging on the top rope, so psyched up as Sierra Browne climbs the turnbuckles, looking to draw more attention!

Mutt: The fans are booing, but Browne doesn't care anymore. And I can't wait for this to get started.

Spud: And THEIR opponent!

(Fans all booing as Dementia Praecox steps through the curtain, flinching and looking over her shoulder as Madame Hecate leads the way.)

Spud: Led down the aisle by her manager, Madame Hecate....From Parts Unknown...She is 5 feet 5 inches tall, 150 pounds. Here is the Grand Dragon Wrestling Alliance WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION....Dementia Praecox!!!!

(Praecox heads down the aisle, blowing kisses and giggling. She's wearing rags and sullen clothes, dragging the World's title along the floor.)

Mutt: Now tell me this Bishop...is that woman in her right mind? Hecate pointing at the ring, and explaining something to the champ! She's most dangerous in this chaotic style of match up.

Bishop: Browne handing the ref her titles, and Praecox tossing HER belt to the floor! She climbs through the ropes, and here we go!

*Ding*Ding*Ding*Ding*

Bishop: Praecox pounding away on Browne, and Order has backed off. Praecox Irish Whipping Browne to the far ropes. Browne bouncing off and...DEMENTIA PRAECOX WITH A FLYING HEADBUTT!!!!

(Dawg Pound Pops!)

Bishop: Praecox back up and drops a Standing Headbutt to Browne! Order waiting in the wings, and that has got to be an ingenious idea!

Mutt: Praecox with a pick up, but Browne fighting back with European Uppercuts! She's not forgetting the skin that was seared from her face just a few months ago! Browne with a rake to the eyes, and an Irish Whip to the far ropes.

Bishop: Browne sprinting across the ring as Praecox bounces off... and Praecox SPRINGBOARDING OFF THE ROPES FOR DROPKICK!!!!

(Fans all on their feet as Dementia Praecox sprints towards the ropes...)

Bishop: Dementia Praecox up high, and Sierra is down on the mat. She jumps....AND SHE *misses* THE FLYING SENTON!!!

(Fans pop as Sierra Browne rolls out of the way.)

Mutt: Browne stomping away on Duran's upper body, and now a pick up right into a European Uppercut! And another! And Another! Browne stunning the world champ....AND A STANDING DROPKICK!

Bishop: AND OFFICER ORDER SPRINTING ACROSS THE RING FOR A RUNNING...

Mutt: But Browne ducking the Clothesline and executes a Back Body Drop!

(Fans pop as Officer Order lands on her feet.)

Bishop: Order into the ropes, bouncing off as Browne turns around and Browne with a Japanese Arm Drag Takedown! Both women back up....

Mutt: AND DEMENTIA PRAECOX WITH A RUNNING DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!!

(The Dawg Pound pops as Dalbello Rage shakes her head in frustration.)

Bishop: Order hitting hard! Browne hitting hard! Praecox picking up Order and running her over to the side ropes...and tosses her to the outside....

(Ringside fans pop as Officer Order skins the cat.)

Mutt: Order holding onto the top ring rope, and flipping herself back into the ring.

Bishop: Order walking the ropes, as Praecox picks up Sierra Browne. Praecox nailing away with hard right hands, and slaps her hand around Browne's throat...

Mutt: AND OFFICER ORDER OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE.....

Bishop: *double* BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULDOG!!!!!!!!

(Fans *POP* incessantly as Officer Order picks up Browne and Praecox.)

Bishop: DOUBLE HEAD BUTT!

(Dawg Pound cheers as Dementia Praecox pops back up to her feet.)

Mutt: Praecox with the hardest head in wrestling, and she Eye Gouges Order. Praecox with a handful of Order's hair now, and nailing away with Rapid Headbutts!

(Dawg Pound chants: 1...2....3.....4......5.......6...7....8...9...10!)

Mutt: Browne waiting in the wings as she gets to her feet, and picks up a head of steam...and NAILS a Running Double Axe Handle to the head of Praecox! Browne stomping away on the World Champ, and Praecox is down!

Bishop: Order wandering off, and Browne sneaking up behind her...and a Double Axe Handle to the Kidneys! Order cringing, and moving into the ropes. Browne nailing away with European Uppercuts, and Order falling into the near corner.

Mutt: Browne nailing away with quick, rapid fire European Uppercuts, and Order dropping down to the mat. The near 6 foot tall Cruiserweight champ now stomping away at the upper body of Order.

Bishop: Here comes Dementia Praecox, a grinning fool as she sprints across the mat, sneaking up behind Sierra Browne...

Mutt: AND SIERRA BROWN WITH A SUPERKICK!

(Fans gaps in shock as Dementia Praecox's neck snaps back.)

Bishop: That came out of nowhere. Browne running for the side ropes, Springboarding off and HITTING the Fistdrop! The cover...

Ref: 1..............................2......................kick out!

Mutt: Browne with a pick up, and Browne slapping on an Armdrag and SUPERKICK combination!

Bishop: Now Browne running into the near ropes, bouncing off and CONNECTS with a Legdrop to the head...and now a Side headlock.

Mutt: Meanwhile, Order is hurt as she rolls to the outside for a breather. Browne doing a GREAT job of inflicting damage to both parties.

Bishop: Madame Hecate slapping the mat as the dazed World Champion moves to get to her feet. Praecox so strong, backing into the near ropes, and bouncing off...

Mutt: AND SIERRA BROWNE WITH A STONE COLD STUNNER!

(Hardores pop as Sierra Browne runs for the far turnbuckle.)

Mutt: Sierra climbing up top, and Order re-entering the ring.

Bishop: IT's a race! Order sprinting across the ring as Sierra jumps off..

Mutt: AND OFFICER ORDER DROPKICKS SIERRA BROWNE IN MID FLIGHT!!!

(Fans groan as Sierra Browne lays hapless on the mat.) Bishop: Order quick to her feet, and makes the lateral press...

Ref: 1...............................2...................kick out!

Bishop: Order with a pick up, and nailing away with Karate Chops to the chest of Browne. Praecox slow to her feet, charging Order but Order with a Legsweep!

Mutt: Sierra charging Order, and Order with a Legsweep! Browne back up and Order with Karate Kicks to the ribs! Praecox charging Order from behind...AND ORDER WITH A MULE KICK!

(Fans all cheering!)

Bishop: Order nailing away with Karate Chops to the chest of Browne, and Browne into the ropes. The ref wants a break, and Order backing off.

Mutt: Sierra claiming Order pulled her hair, and Order bickering with Browne...Hold on! Praecox with a head of steam...

Bishop: ...AND DEMENTIA PRAECOX WITH A FLYING REVERSE ELBOW!

(Fans boo while Browne and Order fly over the top rope and the referee dives out of the way.)

Ref: 1................2.................3............4.......

Bishop: and Praecox rolling back into the ring. She's clutching the back of her neck, but she's heading for the corner now. Order and Browne dazed as they get up to her knees...

(Fans all screaming as Dementia Praecox is perched up high.)

Bishop: CORKSCREW PLANCHA DIVE TO THE OUTSIDE!!!!!!!

(Fans all screaming as all 3 women lay on the floor.)

Ref: 1.........................2...................3.........4.......

Spud: 20 minutes have gone by in the 60 minute time limit.

Mutt: Martial Law watching Madame Hecate as she creeps up on Order and Browne. Praecox using the unpredictability of this match, the rivalries and the chaos to her advantage. But her body has taken the toll.

Ref: ............................6.............................7....

Bishop: Praecox rolling Browne back inside the ring, and Praecox stomping away on the face of Browne. Order on the outside, climbing up to the ring apron...

Mutt: Sierra Browne backing off, and on her knees begging Praecox. Praecox grinning as she picks up Browne, and Sierra raking the eyes. Praecox too stupid for her own good!

Bishop: Order in the ring, and Browne Irish Whipping the champ into the near corner! And now Browne with a head of steam...Flying Clothesline!

(Fans all screaming as Officer Order picks up a head of steam....)

Bishop: AND OFFICER ORDER WITH A HANDSPRING ELBOW! BOTH WOMEN GET NAILED IN THE CORNER!

(Fans thunder cheers as Sierra Browne crashes to the mat.)

Mutt: Praecox wobbly as she walks out of the corner. Order with Karate Chops to the chest! Praecox backing up as Order nails away with Boots to the midsection.

Bishop: Order backing off, egging on Praecox as she sprints across the ring...AND ORDER WITH AN AKIDO THROW! Praecox back up as Order sprints across the ring...AND A FLYING HEADSCISSORS OVER THE TOP ROPE!

(Fans all cheering as Dementia Praecox rises flies to the outside.)

Bishop: Order down on the mat, dazed or hurt perhaps, trying to recuperate. Praecox down on the floor, and...Oh no!

(Fans all booing as Micki Duran walks through the ring curtain, and heads down the aisle.)

Bishop: She's got no business here!

Mutt: What ya mean? Duran wants that World Title! She's got great interest in this match up!!

Ref: .....3...................4.................5..........

Bishop: Order now, quickly to her feet and heading for the near corner, climbing up the turnbuckles. She's facing the fans! Hold on! Sierra Browne sprinting across the ring....

Mutt: And Order with a Flying Side Kick.....

Bishop: But Sierra Browne jumping up in the air....DROPKICK!!!

(Fans all cheering as both women lay on the mat.)

Bishop: What's going on! Duran strolling down to ringside, and she's heading for the time keeper's table. She's pointing at the Cruiserweight belt.

Mutt: Duran running her finger across Sierra's title, and Dalbello Rage getting all heated and upset. The ref warning Duran....hold on!

(Fans all on their feet, still screaming as Madame Hecate grabs a chair.)

Mutt: Sierra Browne to her feet and.....MADAME HECATE WITH A CHAIRSHOT!!!

Bishop: Dementia Praecox slow to her feet, and rolling into the ring!

Mutt: Order up to her feet...AND DEMENTIA PRAECOX WITH AN ENZIGURI KICK! Order falling to the mat as Praecox waves over the ref.

Bishop: Praecox covering Sierra Browne, oh no, this is it!

Ref: ............................................................1

 

 

 

 

.................................................................2

 

 

 

..........................................................3.....no!

(Fans all popping as Sierra Browne sets her foot on the rope.)

Mutt: Horrible ring positioning from Praecox. And Browne just aware enough to hook the ropes.

Bishop: Hecate calling on something big! Praecox with a pick up, and tossing Browne into the near corner. Praecox moving in, and nailing Browne's head into the top turnbuckle.

(Fans count: 1.............2..............3.............4......)

Mutt: And now the MIDDLE turnbuckle...

(Fans count: 5.....................6....................7......)

Mutt: And now the bottom turnbuckle....

(.........8...........................9.....................10!)

Bishop: Praecox slapping a hand around Browne's throat, and slapping her on top of the top turnbuckle...oh no! Praecox so agile, up to the top turnbuckle....

Mutt: ...and Browne with a groin shot!

Bishop: and she slaps on a Waistlock...oh Moses....

(Fans all screaming....)

Bishop: BELLY TO BELLY OFF THE TOP!!!!

(Fans all screaming as Dementia Praecox lays motionless on the mat.)

Mutt: Order and Browne up simultaneously, and Browne with the cover!

Ref: ............................................................1

 

..................................................................2

 

.................................................................no!

(Fans pop as Officer Order shoves Sierra Browne off of the champion!)

Bishop: And now Order with the cover!!!!

Ref: .............................................................1

 

...................................................................2

 

 

.................................................................no!

(Fans all on their feet as Sierra Browne drops a Double Axe Handle.)

Bishop: And tempers are flaring! Order up to her feet, and these two are trading punches. Browne backing Order up as she nails away with European Uppercuts. Order firing back though, with Karate chops!

Mutt: Praecox up to one knee, and she heading for the near corner. She's removing the padding!

Bishop: Meanwhile, Order is being bullied by the C-weight champion! An Irish Whip to the far ropes, no reversal by Order, no! Double Reversal sends Order into the near ropes and Browne catching her off the ropes with a FRANKENSTEINER!!!!!

(Dawg Pound erupts as Sierra Browne grapevines the leg.)

Mutt: No count! Duran has taken the Cruiserweight belt! Dalbello complaining to the ref, and he's out of position...and Duran nails Madame Hecate!!

(Fans pop as Dementia Praecox rolls out of the ring.)

Bishop: Duran sprinting off as Praecox chases her. Browne slapping the mat in frustration as she gets to her feet. A pick up and an Irish Whip to the far ropes. The ref turning around as Order Springboards off the ropes....AND A FLYING HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN!!!

Mutt: Order immediately with a pick up, and *snapping* Karate chop!

(The arena pops big time as Sierra Browne doubles over.)

Mutt: Order with a Single Leg Takedown, and she heads over to the near ropes. She's draping that leg over the middle rope as she jumps up....AND BUTTDROPS SIERRA BROWNE'S ANKLE.

(Fans all cheering as Sierra Browne cries out in pain.)

Mutt: Order with a Single Leg Pick up, with a start and hops over the top rope....*snapping* that ankle against the rope!

(Fans all pop as Officer Order roles back into the ring.)

Bishop: Order with another single leg pick up, and planting it on the middle rope. Order now, firing away with Karate Chops to the ankle, and the ref forcing a break. Browne crawling off, begging, as Order picks up Browne. KARATE CHOP!

(Fans all chanting: ORDER! ORDER! ORDER!)

Mutt: Order with a pick up, and an Irish Whip, no reversal! Order off the ropes and...

Bishop: Sierra Browne shoves the ref in the way!!!

(Fans all booing as the referee collapses to the mat.)

Spud: 40 minutes have elapsed. 40 minutes.

Mutt: Order and the ref bumped head! Order looking down at the ref as Martial Law warns her...and Browne with a Double Axe Handle to the head!

(Fans all boo as Sierra Browne climbs the turnbuckles.)

Bishop: Martial Law running for the locker room, I presume to get a referee. Hold on! Dementia Praecox climbing up to the ring apron behind Browne....

Mutt: ...AND CLIPS THE LEG!

(Fans all booing while Dalbello Rage slaps the ring apron.)

Bishop: Praecox climbing the turnbuckles, and she slaps on a Side Headlock...oh my God! She's going for a Bulldog off the top...

(Fans all screaming as Micki Duran climbs up to the ring apron...)

Mutt: AND DURAN NAILS PRAECOX WITH THE CRUISERWEIGHT TITLE BELT!

(Fans all screaming as both Browne and Praecox fall to the mat.)

Bishop: Here comes Martial Law!

Mutt: Both Praecox and Browne falling off the top turnbuckle. Order getting to her feet now....

Bishop: Why isn't Dalbello Rage doing anything?

Mutt: Duran entering the ring and Martial Law shouting warnings. Duran getting her hands dirty as she hoists up the belt....

Bishop: AND DOUBLE O SUPERKICKING IT INTO DURAN'S FACE!!!! Duran falling through the ropes to the outside!

(Fans all cheering as another ref runs down the aisle.)

Bishop: Officer Order looking over at Dementia, and now with a running start and an Oklahoma Roll!

Mutt: Praecox isn't moving!

Bishop: The ref climbing into the ring, and sliding into position!

Ref: ...........................1..............................

 

 

 

 

..................................2..............................

 

 

 

 

..................................3!..............................

*Ding*Ding*Ding*Ding*

(Fans ALL on their feet CHEERING as Officer Order picks up Browne.)

Mutt: Praecox is out of here, thanks to Micki Duran!

Bishop: Order with a Karate Chop! And another! Order with an Irish Whip to the near ropes, and Sierra Browne Springboarding off...

Mutt: SPRINGBOARD D D T !

(Hardcore cheer as both women lay on the mat!)

Ref: 2..........................3......................4......

Bishop: Praecox dazed on the outside, I don't think she knows...

Mutt: Hold on! Duran on the outside, running up behind Praecox... 'End' Diamond Cutter!!!! Oh no!

(Dawg Pound boos as Micki Duran grabs a chair.)

Bishop: My God! Madame Hecate running up behind Duran...CHAIRSHOT! Hecate is down! Dalbello doesn't care either way as she has her attention on...oh no! Duran with a pick up, and an Inverted Front Face Lock.....'End' Diamond Cutter! Right on the floor for a second time! Oh no!

Mutt: Back in the ring, both women slow to the neutral position. Browne with a Euro Uppercut...Order with a chop! Fatigue has hit, but these C-weights are fighting it tooth and nail.

Bishop: The ref looking on the outside, and he's rolling out of the ring. Duran trying to end the career of Praecox...he's calling on a stretcher for Praecox....oh no! Duran picking up that steel chair and...NAILS PRAECOX IN THE HEAD!

Mutt: Meanwhile, Browne with an Eye Rake, and Order wandering off into the near ropes. Martial Law shouting warnings as Browne applies a Front face lock. Browne jumping up, bouncing off the bottom rope and CONNECTS with an incredible snap Suplex!

(Fans all screaming as both women lay on the mat!!)

Bishop: No cover! Browne clutching her ankle!

Mutt: GDWA security is down here, and Micki Duran is being removed from ringside.

Bishop: Meanwhile, both women showing signs of movement. Dalbello is hoarse as she calls for Browne to take the air! Browne limping over to the near corner, and Order crawling after her. Browne climbing up top....

(Fans all screaming as Officer Order gets to her feet.)

Bishop: AND OFFICER ORDER WITH A DROPKICK!!!

(Fans all screaming as Sierra Browne hangs upside down from the top turnbuckle.)

Mutt: Browne draped over the top turnbuckle, and she's screaming. Her legs are caught in the ropes. Order up to her feet, climbing up the turnbuckles. She pulls up Browne, and quickly applies a Frontface lock.....

Bishop: SUPERPLEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mutt: And Browne rolls right through it...............

(Fans all screaming as the referee slides back into the ring.)

Bishop: And he makes the count!

Ref: ...........................................................1

 

.................................................................2

 

................................................................1/2!

(Fans on their feet as Sierra Browne slaps the mat in frustration.)

Bishop: Browne clutching her back, and Order is still down. Dalbello Rage just can't believe what she's seeing.

Mutt: Both women took that Superplex pretty hard!

(Fans chant: ORDER! ORDER! ORDER! ORDER! ORDER! ORDER! )

Ref: 2...........................3........................4....

Mutt: Move for move, Order hasn't been able to match Sierra Browne. Neither woman able to account for the randomness of Dementia. Now, Praecox is out of the picture.

Bishop: Order showing movement...no! She falls back to the mat. Browne is first up, and she's heading for the near corner! Browne is wincing as she walks across the ring. She's going up top!

(Fans all screaming as Sierra Browne climbs the turnbuckles.)

Mutt: Browne turning around, facing the fans. Browne jumps.

(Fans all holding their breath..............................)

Bishop: and................................................MISSES!

(Fans all cheering as Officer Order rolls out of the way.)

Mutt: She missed the High Sierra Moonsault Elbowdrop!

(Fans all stomping their feet as Officer Order gets to her knees.)

Mutt: The referee representing the Cruiserweight Division is just now getting up to his feet. He's holding his head....

Bishop: Order up now, and applies a Single Leg Pick up! She's double legged as she grapevines the legs....

Mutt: oh no!

Bishop: Browne screaming as Officer Order applies a Spinning Toe Hold.....INTO A FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK!!!!!

(Fans all popping as Sierra Browne writhes around on the mat.)

Bishop: The ref is checking, the ref is checking.....

Mutt: Dalbello screaming for her to flip it over! Roll through it!

(Fans all jumping up and down as Martial Law hollers excitedly.)

Bishop: And the ref is checking!!! The REF IS CHECKING....

Mutt: Dalbello Rage hitting the ring!!!!

Bishop: BUT IT'S TOO LATE!!!!!!!

*Ding*Ding*Ding*Ding*

(Dawg Pound pops as Officer Order releases the hold, and lays exhausted on the mat!)

Mutt: No! Please....oh Jesus....what?!

Bishop: And the ref is grabbing the belts!!!

Mutt: The second referee has entered the ring, and these two are discussing something. Martial Law entering the ring along with Dalbello Rage....

Spud: Wrestling fans, at 56 minutes and 39 seconds, your winner via pinfall.....

(Fans hop over the guard railing as they hear 'Bad Boys' by Inner Circle.)

Spud: and Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew WORLD Heavyweight Champion....

(Security races down to ringside as fans attempt to storm the ring.)

Spud: Offfffffffffffffficer May Orderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Bishop: History has been made! History has been made!

(Officer Order clutches the world Title and cries into the arms of Martial Law as bottle rockets and fireworks go off!!!)

Mutt: We've got a New World Champion?!

Bishop: History has been made, and you've got to credit Order and Law for their preparation. Law has been the deciding factor in this one! They came ready for outside interference!

(The entire arena chants: ORDER! ORDER! ORDER! )

Bishop: Sierra Browne snatching the Cruiserweight belt as she and Dalbello leave ringside. I thought Order was the new champ.

Mutt: I don't know. The ref didn't announcer anything. We'll find out either on the MVP or the Tease I suppose.

(Fans pop as Officer Order points out to the capacity crowd and applauds, holding up the World title.)

Bishop: Fans, history has been made tonight. We'll have more later on in the week. Until next Tuesday, we'll see you at ringside!

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