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Blade: Porter sounds more focused than ever...on her career, not the food.
Mutt: Thanks for the clarification. You're just full of one liners tonight! And Big Ma did EXACTLY what she said she'd do. 1....2...3 and she's got the strap! The 'P' in the Electronic Shoot Wrestling Promotion is for P O R T E R !!!
Dunbar: That Survivor Series match will be rather important. Can you imagine? Daisy and Marx in the same ring? Porter and Chandler having to coexist?
Blade: But exist they must. The fan favorite squad is greatly outweighed, but they have great cohesion with one another.
Mutt: Hell, Daisy has been an egomaniac since winning the Internet title, and we'll just see if she can put that EGO aside for the better of her team mates.
Dunbar: Speaking of Daisy, a woman she faces on our next card is hoarder of riches. 'Golden Girl' Sierra Browne attempts to usurp the 3rd title in the GDWA singles ranks, and her obstacle is Daisy!
Mutt: Ahem, we have a new Internet Champion! But I must admit, with her injury, it will be a tall order for her to win 3 belts.
Dunbar: Be that as it may, Daisy better not take this one lightly.
Blade: And you gotta figure that the promoters would LOVE to get a Daisy/Order match signed. They've been pushing for it for some time now.
Dunbar: Fans, let's go to Sierra Browne...
Sierra Browne
Sierra: Daisy Butterfly, don't ever make the mistake of trying to tell me what to do again. What? You thought you'd win the belt and not have to face me? Hell, no. That's not the way it works around here. I made my THREE straight title defenses, more than an Internet champion has to make to get a shot at the big belt. And I got the shot before the Fall Moonsault.
See, Micki Duran got it all twisted in her head thinking that defending the belt every week would work for her like it did for me. It didn't. But just because she took on you and Mary doesn't mean she didn't have to meet the mandatory challenger ... ME ... in that month. That's what you've got to do, Daisy, now that you're the new champion. And as far as me giving Micki a shot at one of my belts. You let Duran do her own talking if she can *lower* herself to even deign to speak to Island trash like me, right. Butterfly, if you'd have just shut up and stayed out of it, we wouldn't have had any kind of problems. We would have been cool, you know. But you had to go try to tell Sierra Browne what to do too, like you had any real power.
Sierra: The title belts I've won are mine and I'll meet the contenders as I see fit. Micki Duran isn't a leading contender for either if you ask me. And neither are you. Micki, you want the cruiserweight belt prove you're more worthy than Mita, than Butterfly, than Jumping Jennifer Grier. Hell, you aren't even the highest ranked cruiserweight, are you? No, Order is the champion and Lady Tiger is the number two contender. Ask me? They're better contenders. But I've got international talent to face so don't you worry about your shot. You may get one, but you'll have to earn it first. And as for my real belt....
Sierra: Hayseed Charles gets the next shot. Then who knows who else if I'm not the Internet champion at that time. Micki Duran, you're not even a real threat to me right now. You think I suck, you think I'm a piece of crap? Well, you wouldn't want to wrestle me then, would you? Get those little Louisianan whore-house hands of yours too dirty. So forget you then. Let's get to the important stuff. Daisy, it's going to be just me and you out there. You know, you and your ilk have seen fit to tell me how I feel. You and your little friend, Mita, like to say I'm playing the "race" card. Look into my eyes, Butterfly. Do you see me playing any race card? Do you see me playing any games? No. I mean every word that I say. And when I say that the Cruiserweight championship committee would rather have an Asian as their champion, I mean it. Everybody danced in the aisles when they thought Officer Order beat me, didn't they? They was singin' and laughin' ... "Ding/ Dong the Negress is dead. The wicked negress is dead!' See, I aim to displease.
I've got no love for your little championship committee. Not anymore. Hell, I was raised with everybody under the sun back home, but I knew once I set foot on mainland North America that things changed. Medusa, in one of the few truly useful pieces of advice she ever gave me, warned me about this. Everybody's out to get their own out here. They're like crabs in a pot. Me first. My race second and all the rest of you can just go to hell. Tell me why everybody jumped on the Misfits, eh? They weren't any worse in the ring than Dark Asylum, Demonica and Dementia Praecox. They just couldn't be beaten so people start to whine and nag and complain and bam, they change the rules. Well, they see the next graduate of the Rage dynasty come down the pipe and they change the rules as soon as she wins one match. You think I'm listening to crap like that? Daisy, I want you to understand me. I want you to know me. Because when it's all said and done, I don't want you making any excuses. I don't want you talking crap like Savannah about how you underestimated me. How you didn't understand me. Because I've got the taste of blood in my mouth. And I'm really, really out to hurt somebody. Understand that. I want to hurt somebody. And don't give me any excuse for it to be you. So, I'll give you just a few minutes to go back into the locker room and cancel all those little sneak attacks and protection rackets you have planning to accompany you to the ring. Don't bring Order and Mita out with you to protect you from me jumping you from behind.
I won't do it. I promise. And don't even think about cutting any deals with your newfound friend, Micki Duran, who screwed you out of that title in the first place. I bet she's just waiting do an 'End' run on me as soon as I step through those curtains. I bet you she'll be at ringside too. Well, do it if you want, but then who gets the moral high ground? Me. That's who. I get it. Because I'm coming out there one woman with an ankle the size of a balloon with nothing but a heart full of anger, frustration and disappointment that all of you out there have failed to see the brilliance. You've failed to see the accomplishment. You've failed time and time to give me the credit I deserve. See, don't think I haven't heard the whispers in the locker room. Don't think I haven't heard you people talking about I'm a jumped up little guttersnipe. I know there are those of you out there who hate me, hate my personality. (coughs *Micki*) And I even know there are those of you out there who probably wouldn't dare step in the ring with me ever, eh, Chandler, Andrea, Ms. Bitch.
That's fine because it's all fuel to the fire. It's all fixin' to change. You remember that dumb slogan "It's the Age of the Rage" that caught on so big with you gang-loving hooligans? Well, this isn't it. This is Sierra's time. And I will shine and shine and shine. Three belts and only one to go. And when I come I'm coming to smite my enemies. For I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Philippians 4:13. Let me tell you how I read that passage. I can do anything I want. Daisy, that means I'm going to pluck your wings and take your title away. Just remember this, lady. I'm the stepchild of the GDWA. I've got nothing to lose. A degenerate. A pariah. Just a low-down dirty field hand. You think you're going to make a proper cow-towing Negro out of me again? I remember you loved me so much when I would shake my ass for you and beg for your love. Let me take a little pride, let me demand a little respect and people all of a sudden who this uppity ni(CENSORED) is. I'm your worst nightmare. I'm all your stereotypes rolled into one. And I'm coming back like Frankenstein’s monster to destroy. I don't give a damn if I burn in the flames, too. Bye bye, Butterfly.
Dunbar: We saw a tremendous amount of animosity in that flash. My word....
Mutt: NOT your word but BROWNE'S word! Ha! Don't tell me she isn't ready.
Blade: Well, we'll just see if she can put up and shut up! WE are talking about Daisy Butterfly. And I don't see her relinquishing her strap any time soon.
Dunbar: Browne is going a little too far with this race card! The 'Negress'? And her pernicious attacks against the character of the Asian members of the Championship Committee....
Blade: And besides, remember Order's feud with Sachie Yokoyama? Order was vilified because she was Asian American. And let's not forget we are ALL Americans....
Mutt: But not Allen Bishop....because he's a Canadian, and he SUCKS!
Dunbar: Hey, no racism or nationalism my friends. Now, speaking of Sierra, she faces 'Jumping' Jennifer Grier at the Fall Moonsault for the Transnational Cruiserweight title. Grier as hungry as any wrestler in the GDWA, but she's facing a HOT Sierra Browne. With comments, here is the challenger....
Jennifer Grier
Grier: Huh? GDWA?
Grier: Well, if you insist. I've heard what you've said, I know what you are thinking. Grier doesn't have what it takes to win. She hasn't been in the ring. Ring rust? I don't think so. Don't think for a MINUTE that I've not followed every INCH of the GDWA. But I'll tell you right now. I'm improving. I'm building up every good thing going for me. And my weaknesses? Not a chance. I know what I am. Don't think