(Dawg Pound barking: WooF! WooF! WooF! WooF! WooF!)
Bishop: The ref about to ring the bell, and Daisy shoves him! Daisy quick to the near corner, climbs up the buckles and is up top! Daisy measuring and jumps......LEGDROP TO THE HEAD OF BROWNE!!!!
(Fans screaming as Sierra Browne lays motionless.)
Blade: Daisy showing her vicious side. This is too much though. The ref needs to stop this.
Bishop: Duran breaking the Figure Four, & Daisy and she with a double pick up. Daisy Butterfly and Micki Duran with a Double Side Headlock. Browne is not even standing, she's being held up as....
Mutt: Double Side Russian Leg Sweep!!!!
(Mixed cheers as both women get up to their feet.)
Bishop: Duran stomping on the ankle, and now a Double Leg pick up. Daisy with a double leg pick-up. Daisy falling back for a slingshot, AND Micki Duran with a VISCIOUS Lariat on Sierra Browne!!!!!
(Many Boos and Mixed cheers as Sierra Browne plummets to the mat.)
Bishop: And now Micki Duran with a Single Leg pick up into a Spinning Toe Hold FOR A FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK!!!!
(Fans cheer as Daisy Butterfly applies a Single Arm Pick up.)
Blade: Daisy with a Step Over Armbar.....& APPLIES THE BUTTERFLY DEATHLOCK!!!!
(Huge crowd pop as both women rock into their holds.)
Spud: 1 minute remaining! 60 seconds!
Blade: The ref is ready to call the match...and Daisy releasing?
*Ding*Ding*Ding*Ding*
Bishop: Sierra is gone! And Duran won't release! Daisy walking away into the near corner, and Duran still working on that Figure Four!! The ref throwing out warnings....
Ref: 1.............................2.................3..............
Bishop: Daisy sitting in the near corner, and Duran won't release!
Ref: 4........................................5.....................
*Ding*Ding*DIng*Ding*
(Fans all cheering as Daisy Butterfly raises her fists in the air.)
Blade: Duran won't release, and the ref forcing the break, getting physical with Duran. The ref has called for a stretcher! Paramedics running down the aisle.
Bishop: Duran sliding out of the ring, and grabbing the Internet title. I smell trouble.
(Fans all cheering as Officer Order raises Daisy Butterfly's hand in victory!)
Spud: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner via Disqualification! And the Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew Internet Heavyweight Champion....
(MAJOR Cheers as fireworks shoot into the air and "Nutcracker Suite" blasts through the speakers!!!!)
Spud: "The Franchiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise"......Daisy Butterfly!!!!!!!!!!
(Fans cheer as Nutcracker Suite blares through the speakers with incredible intensity! Micki Duran enters the ring with the Internet title.)
Mutt: Oh yeah! Duran is gonna belt the Franchise...and I'm not talking in a dignified way.
Bishop: OH my God! Sierra Browne is being carted out of the ring, and here come the Syndicate!!! Andrea Chandler, Tiffany Chandler and the Kingpin running down the aisle and entering the ring.
(Fans all on their feet as Daisy Butterfly walks out of the corner and exchanges words with the Kingpin.)
Blade: Duran circling Daisy....Daisy's muscles are tight. In just a moment we are gonna have....
Bishop: Duran standing behind Daisy Butterfly...and straps on the belt.
(Fans stand watching as Micki Duran buckles the straps.)
Bishop: Daisy is motionless as the ref cautiously raises her hand around the Syndicate. Andrea Chandler walking up to Daisy as Micki Duran backs off and.......
(Fans at ringside mumble confusedly as Andrea hugs Daisy Butterfly.)
Bishop: I don't understand.
(Tiffany Chandler walks up to Daisy and slaps her on the back and embraces Daisy Butterfly.)
Bishop: What?
(The Kingpin walks up to Daisy and stares her in the eye. Daisy stands stoically as the Kingpin extends his hand.)
Bishop: What? I don't....what?
(Daisy reaches for him and shakes his hand as fans around the arena scream. Ringsiders shake their head and children begin to cry. Adults spit and curse expletives. Noses run and the various faces of ringsiders either turn red or turn away. Micki Duran throws her arm around the shoulders of Daisy and points to the new Internet Champion.)
Bishop: no....no, not....no......no....
(Allen Bishop lays the headset upon the broadcast table and heads back to the locker room area.)
Blade: Oh my God! NO, not Daisy! NO... (Tears well down her face as she looks on.) No Daisy, not you! Not *you* Daisy...
Mutt: .............
(Fans continue screaming as Keiko Mita storms through the ring curtains wearing jeans a tank top, and a wrap around her head. She hobbles halfway down ringside before Officer Order bursts through the curtain.)
Blade: (sniffing) Order is here! Order grabbing Mita, and Mita shoving her away! Order running past her and positioning herself in front of Keiko Mita. Mita pointing into the ring and screaming! Mita screaming just one word. Just one word for Daisy Butterfly...._WHY_! Why Daisy?
(Fans continue to boo as Micki Duran calls for the microphone.)
Blade: I can't blame Bishop for leaving, this is...this is *not* sports entertainment. This is not why I'm here. This isn't why I was hired to be a broadcaster.
Mutt: .............
Black Lotus: Why's not? I'm not surprised by what happened? Not truly. Daisy Butterfly has been in the light so long, she had created an imbalance. To correct that, well, the goodest of the good girls might just have to be the baddest of the bad now. Now that Daisy has embraced the darkness in her, she might finally find the success that has eluded her. If I'm Officer Order, I'd be worried right now. Well, pets. Time for me to take my leave...
Mutt: Andrea Chandler calling Mita and Order into the ring. Tiffany looking on and leans through the ropes, pointing at Keiko Mita. Mita with red as she spits toward the ring. Order with a placid look on her face as she pushes Mita back toward the locker-room.
Blade: Duran has the mic, but this crowd nearly up in arms. Duran can't get a word in edge wise....is this what competition has come to in Grand Dragon? That wasn't even a match....my lord, Browne was bamboozled, inveigled, hoodwinked...that wasn't a match we saw. It was a massacre. They butchered the Golden Girl.
(Debris clutters the ring as the referee demands that the Syndicate leave. Micki Duran points toward the ring curtain and laughs heartily while Daisy Butterfly glances around the stands. Fans tear their signs and children's tears smear off their Daisy Butterfly make up. The Dawg Pound is silent as they look on at the new champion.)
Duran: THIS is the Syndicate! When we do things, we do 'em right. Sierra's GDWA career is over. The faster they rise, the quicker they burn out...
(Fans continue to jeer and curse until "Symphony 9: From the New World 3rd Movement" by Dvorak begins its crescendo, the ominous cellos swelling to the bursting point. The curtains part and Medusa is borne through the parted curtains on a sedan. Ten powerful, oiled and shaven Black men in kente cloth wraps bear her towards the ring. Medusa reclines in her throne, Serpentine coiled around her. Medusa's eyes are locked on the ring, focused and unwavering. She is wrapped in a red kente cloth and her head is tied up in a matching wrapped turban gale. Her throat is wrapped with hammered gold necklaces and her right hand drips with big ankh-shaped gold rings. The sedan stops 10 feet from the ring and gets lowered to the ground. Medusa steps down, shedding her cloth and gale to reveal a red rubber cat suit with the hard black boots and knee guards. She removes her rings and her necklaces. She releases Serpentine to the care of her porters. Medusa regards the crowd and raises her fist.]
Blade: Medusa Rage storming the ring, and the Syndicate easily leaving ringside. Andrea Chandler at ringside, and Medusa looking on.
Mutt: Medusa looks intense, but not furious. Maybe she doesn't know. Maybe she doesn't know what they did to Sierra.
Blade: Hold on, I think Whalen has a video for us.
Medusa Rage
Medusa: Let it shine! Let it shine! Let it shine! Oh Lord!
Melanda: This is perhaps the most unusual preparation for a match I've ever seen. You're going out there to face Andrea Chandler, the most feared wrestler in the squared circle today and you're SINGING?
Medusa: (throwing an arm around Melanda) My dear, the only thing we have to fear is fear itself. Andrea Chandler doesn't and never will scare me. Yes, she's strong. Yes, she's methodical. Yes, she's a brilliant strategist and scout. I don't doubt any of that for a moment. But let's figure one thing out. I'm all those things, too. This is the match that should have taken place between us at Founder's Day Tradition last year. Only Andrea wouldn't sign the match. We're friends, true. But this is wrestling. This is competition. Two women fighting to determine who's better. I know it's me. And Andrea believes it's her. One of us has to go forth in all our beliefs and prove that I was not wrong in mine.
Melanda: Huh?
Medusa: Let me put it more simply. I'm gonna kick the Ritch Bitch's ass.
Melanda: I've had the pleasure of interviewing Medusa many times, but this has to be the strangest side of her I've ever seen. If I didn't know better I'd say she wasn't scared at all!
Mutt: Medusa has been heard saying she has little to no respect for Syndicate any more. What the hell will she think of Andrea Chandler and her Syndicate once she finds out about poor Sierra