Godiva Rage defends the Western States TV Championship against Monica Brant; Davey Scott takes on Asian Invasion in a best 2 of three falls match; Mr. America battles Adam Sanchez
Traci Lane & Godiva Rage
(The scene opens on Traci “The Black Widow” Lane as she sits in a high-backed recliner, analyzing some ledgers scattered on a heavy mahogany desk. Current stock information flickers by on a computer situated to her left. The window behind her shows the grounds of the estate under a bright midday sky, with marble statuary positioned amidst the sculpted hedges. As Traci works, an intercom on her desk buzzes, and she clicks it.)
Traci: Yes?
Voice: Miss Lane? You have a visitor, a miss.
Godiva’s voice: You ruddy know full bleedin’ we’ll who it is, ducks. It’s the newest sensation in whatever that promotion is called this week. Godiva Rage, awright? Now let me frickin’ in’
Traci: (Sits up, her brows arched.) Godiva? By all means, come in’
(Some moments pass, as Traci stacks the papers before her into tidy piles, and straightens up the rest of the desk. The door to her office opens, and she looks up.)
(Godiva storms in and slams the belt down in front of her, unsettling some of the ledgers.)
Traci: Hullo, Godiva. Good to see you. (Looks down at the belt.) Congratulations on winning the Television Title. Now may I ask what this is all about?
Godiva: Oh, you wanna act all posh now, is it? You know what this is. It’s me frickin’ initiation into your pack of screechin’ ‘ens, the Femmes. You invited me and I was raised by my Auntie never to go to anyone’s house without bearing gifts. Right so when do I get me beenie and letter jacket?
Traci: You want to join the Femmes?!? (She leans back and smiles.) Godiva, you know we’d be delighted to have you. I honestly thought you had no interest in doing so. I apologize for the miscommunication, if there was one.
Godiva: S. awright, really, I am a bit daft, you know. And frankly, I don’t like doin’ the expected all the time. I don’t take this biz awful serious, but there is some joy in foolin’ around wit me mates backstage. As long as I don’t ‘ave to swallow any gold fish.
Traci: (She stands, and walks around to the other side of the desk.) Very well, then. As I’ve already discussed this matter with the other members of the group, I welcome you to our group. (She extends her hand.)
Godiva: (Shakes her hand) Oooh la, I like your style. Handshake and everythin’. Even sound all posh, too. Cooey, I don’t know if I can avoid steppin’ on any pretty little manicured toes, round ‘ere. I’m a bit of a punter meself. Not one for all this posh bending and scrappy. I ain’t no aristocrat.
Traci: You needn’t be concerned with anyone cramping your style. We aren’t concerned with our members maintaining a certain image. While I’ve changed my ways to a certain degree, I don’t expect Monica to be any nicer than she ever was -- God forbid! -- and Rachel, well, Rachel just beats people up, and people love it for whatever reason. But don’t feel as though we’re out to “reform” anyone, because that’s not what we’re about. There is no leader, although I speak for the group most often. There are no rules of conduct. There is only one requirement, that being the Femmes support one another. Period. We may fight amongst ourselves from time to time, but otherwise, we train together, play together, and win together. Something like you have with your family, correct?
Godiva: Hey, wot you know about me family, right? We bust each other’s balls all day, true. But all that love and support rot, ‘ey, family’s gotta fight with each other and against each other. You lot just seem cool t’ ‘ang out with. You need me to knock somebody’s slobber then cool, I’m your girl, but I ain’t one for no frilly little pillow fights or some odd stuff like that. Let me make that clear from in front. And excuse me for being belligerent about it, but frankly, I ain’t good at bein’ with a whole. eap of other women that ain’t me sisters. They say it plays merry. e’ll with your cycles.
Traci: Hm. I haven’t had that problem, actually, but I can’t speak for the others. Be that as it may, it seems we’re in agreement. (Traci puts her arm around Godiva’s waist, and begins leading her off.) Come, I’d like to gather the others and give them the good news. The sooner we officialize this, the better.
Godiva: Officialize? Coo-la, is that what they teach you in those posh public schools? We’ll make it official whenever you choose. You’ve been readin’ too many bloody business texts and not enough Shakespeare mate. Hey, I. ear you got some bloke named Gus about ‘anging on. Wot’s ‘e all about then, eh? Bit of stuff on the side for the Champ, eh?
Traci: (She shrugs and smiles.) That would be telling, love, and heaven forbid I should offer more grist for the gossip mill. Let’s just let everyone think what they wish.
Godiva: Blimey, I bet you’ve got a good bit of kink in you anyway. Posh girls usually do. All in their little leather merry widows and stiletto ‘eels. That’s a dangerous mix if you ask me. So, we got a little motto? You know like that real cool sayin’ “The Misfits is it!”?
Traci: Certainly. It’s been around for awhile. “Payback isn’t a bitch. It’s a Femme.” Thus far, we’ve made good on that. With you around, I suspect we’ll have no trouble continuing to do so..
(The two continue to talk as they walk off-camera....)
Brand new Primal Rage opening sequence plays, showing a couple of dinosaurs in wrestling tights going at it. As the shot pans out, we see them in the ring, and a large gathering of cavemen in the “audience. The Shot continues to pan until the golden red sky it all we see and the stone lettering “Primal Rage” appears. The sequence shatters as we are taken to a packed house with fireworks and pyrotechnics.]
Ed: Welcome to Sacramento California and Primal Rage and a shocker opening things up. Godiva Rage has joined the Femmes.
Biff: I’ll tell you what, I thought that Godiva Rage has a few brain cells, but Virgo must have beaten them out of her since she’s gone and joined the Femmes. What in the world could she be thinking?!?
Ed: What are you talking about? The Femmes are probably the most successful stable in the WSCW, of all time.
Biff: And look where they’re heading. Mariko. Who? Consuelo Salyards no longer has the North American Title. Monica Brant hasn’t had a title in almost a year. Rachel Ryan has been awfully quiet. The only person who’s been doing successful is Traci Lane but she really hasn’t been challenged. I’ve a feeling that Mr. America is gonna make her eat that title and we’re going to have a new champion.
Ed: Well, of course, that’s just your opinion. I think Traci has a hell of a chance at retaining at Deck the Halls.
Biff: Yeah yeah.
Ed: Today, we’ve got a great card. A best 2 of 3 falls match, pitting Ricky Hype against Asian Invasion. Mr. America will take on Adam Sanchez and for the TV Title. Femme vs. Femme. Godiva Rage will take on Monica Brant. Let’s go to ringside!
Ricky “The SHOW” Hype stands outside the arena next to a large tour bus as many little children and teenagers exit into the parking lot next to a private entrance. Hype and all the children are wearing a white jackets with green and black trim.]
Ricky Hype: Hello everyone! I just wanted to announce that I have realized a dream of mine that has been in the works for some time.
Hype motions to the children then points to the embroidered letters on his jacket which read H.Y.P.E.]
Hype: These young people are the first to be a part of H.Y.P.E., Helping Youths Prepare Early. This is a foundation I have started along with the help of some sponsors including Buddy Fudge’s Ice Cream Emporium, that will be dedicated to preparing the young people of the world for later life.
Hype, as a little girl grabs his hand and tugs: I would like to say that we are just beginning and that H.Y.P.E. would welcome any support from the wrestling world. The WSCW, stables, and individual wrestlers are welcome to participate in any and all of our events and are encouraged to contact us with their own ideas.
little girl: Come ON! Ricky! That Asian Invasion is a sneak! And you need to be ready!
Hype: Ok Susan, let’s go.
Hype as he walks into the arena: This match is dedicated to all the H.Y.P.E. kids. And I won’t let them down!!!
scene fades as the arena door closes]
Best 2 of 3 Falls: Ricky Hype vs. Asian Invasion
Announcer: This match is for the best two of three falls.
All spotlights converge on the entrance as “Mr. Speed” from Kiss begins to rock the arena. Two arms part the curtains and Ricky “The SHOW” Hype walks through to the roar of the fans. Atop the ramp Ricky Hype spins and shuffles pointing to all the fans. Suddenly, a sea of white jackets pours through the curtains as the H.Y.P.E. kids surround “The SHOW” and they all do the Hype shuffle down to the ring.]
Hype leads them to their ringside section then grabs a mic and stands in the center of the ring]
Ricky Hype: This is it people! The wait is over! HYPE is back and the SHOW goes on!! My climb to the top starts here tonight. Asian Invasion is the first step. Then.
Hype waving to the H.Y.P.E. kids: the Hype invasion begins!!!!
Announcer, as pyrotechnics explode everywhere: Ladies and gentlemen, weighing in at 257 pounds, the King of Color. The Glitz Wizard. Mr. Times Square. The One, the Only. Ricky “the SHOW” Hype!
(The scene cuts to Asian Invasion in the locker room, wearing street clothes and listing to Wu-Tang Clan on a CD Boom Box. He turns down the music, and begins.)
Asian Invasion: Welcome everyone to this The Way It Is