GDWA Internet Championship is on the line as Daisy Butterfly defends against Sierra Browne
Scene opens up on a jammed packed Great Western Forum in Los Angeles, 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 camera shows signs of ringside fans holding up "Daisy Rocks the House"! and "Daisy will ALWAYS be Ironwoman!!")
Bishop: Fans, we are coming to you LIVE from the Great Western Forum in Los Angeles. This is home to former World Champion 'Fear Factory' Lanny Manson who was as dominant as they come as champions!
Mutt: And since Daisy took up the gauntlet for Lanny, we can assume she'll be doing a lot of jobbing around here!
Bishop: The Fall Moonsault '97 emanating from the Sky Dome in Toronto, Canada shall see Order, Medusa, Tiger and Andrea...but before that confrontation, we have that Survivor Series match up on our last card! That will be great!
Mutt: Hey, the faces are outweighed, out classed, and on that night... they will be outwrestled!!!
Bishop: Fans, tonight we have a blockbuster of a card for you! Bloody Mary takes on newcomer Princess Kallista. 'Jungle' Radhi Ananda faces a Mystery Opponent in a Falls Count Anywhere, No Disqualification brawl!
Mutt: And in the Main Event! We have my favorite 'Golden Girl' Sierra Browne vying for it all as she faces the 1996 Ironwoman 'the Franchise' Daisy Butterfly for the Internet Title!!
Bishop: Fans, we start out with a House of Styles with MISTER Furious Styles....
House of Styles: Savannah Charles, Allison Wren, Monika Frank
(Fans pop as they hear "Real Love" by Mary J. Blige. MISTER Furious Styles comes strutting down the aisle. He's wearing a tuxedo, top hat, and sunglasses on while profiling with his steel tipped cane.)
Styles: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah, boy! Who loves YOU baby?!
(Fans pop as MISTER Styles enters the ring. He twirls his mic around as he shakes his head in disdain.)
Styles: This week, I've got somebody on the show that reminds me a lot of another rookie that got too big for her britches, Jennifer Grier. Of course, the fact that this particular rook got BEAT by Grier tells me everything I need to know about her. Somehow, this no-talent pulled off the fluke of the century and UPSET the Golden Girl, Sierra Browne!
(He stops and stares, shocked, as the fans pop at the remark. He adjusts his tie as the noise dies down, then speaks.)
Styles: That is NO way to act when you're told something like that! Sierra's got more talent in her pinky toe than this loser has in her entire body! I don't get you people sometimes. Oh, well...it's time to bring out "Southern Steel," Savannah Charles!!!
(The PA system blares out Pat Benatar's "Hit Me With Your Best Shot," and Savannah emerges from the back, wearing a confederate flag half- tee and painted-on jeans, her ensemble molding to the contours of her strong, shapely body. Directly behind her is Kevin Taylor, dressed in a tailored tan suit, carrying his clipboard. Walking with them is the team of Allison Wren and Monika Frank, dressed in similar jeans, combat boots, and button-down shirts. Styles seems bored as they slap hands with the fans, then climb into the ring.)
Styles: Okay, people, just calm down. It's bad enough that I've got to humor this roided-out redneck and the Hee Haw gang. Okay, rookie. You pulled off the upset of your life against Sierra Browne, and you know she's gonna eat your lunch in a rematch. What makes you think anybody takes you seriously?
(Savannah shrugs, and smiles broadly.)
Savannah: Heck, I dunno. Maybe they don't. What difference does it make?
(Styles furrows his brow, a bit confused.)
Styles: Waitwaitwaitasecond, I don't get it. I thought you goody-goods were obsessed with popularity and all that crap.
Savannah: Some are, but I'm just here 'cause I like a good scrap. I can't do much about whether anybody likes me or not. I don't play them games.
Styles: Yeah...well, that's good, because after Sierra beats your ass a few times, NOBODY'S gonna be cheering for a rookie loser like YOU. Understand that?
(Kevin makes as if to approach Styles, but Savannah holds him back.)
Savannah: Mister Styles, I appreciate you bringin' me'n my friends onto your show, but I think you got a few things wrong. For starters, I ain't a rookie. I ain't been a rookie for a few years now. I've been in about three or feds before this one, and I've had titles in all of 'em. That dog just won't hunt.
(Styles frowns and shakes his head.)
Styles: Okay, so maybe you aren't TECHNICALLY a rookie, you still ain't much in my book until you've done some wrestling HERE in the GDWA. But you said I "had a few things wrong." What else am I mistaken about?
Savannah: Well, I guess the main thing you've got wrong is about what'll happen if Sierra Browne and I fight again. She ain't gonna beat MY ass. It didn't happen the first time, and it ain't gonna happen the next time, either. After what she and her buddy "Miss Perfect" tried ta do to me, if we square off again, I figure I owe her the butt-kickin' of a lifetime. And with a big ol' tush like she's got, I just can't miss!
(Crowd pops a bit as Styles regards them with disdain.)
Styles: Is that so?
Savannah: Yeah, that's so. Right, Kevin?
(Kevin Taylor steps up to the mic.)
Taylor: That's correct. I still can't believe that the GDWA didn't throw a flag on that post-match attack on Savannah, and they still haven't satisfactorily answered my demand to enlarge the role of a male manager when his charge is being criminally assaulted. They'd rather see people get hurt, which is outrageous and inhumane. But we've devised a strategy to deal with that now.
Styles: Is that so. Well what might that be? For example, what'll you do if Sierra's friends the Misfits show up and want to take out a piece of your hide?
Taylor: Actually, I think I'll let your future world tag team champs, Allison Wren and Monika Frank, answer that one. Ladies?
(Allison and Monika approach the mic.)
Allison: Ah, you know us...we're not much for coming out here and screaming and ranting about what we're gonna do to who. We're not worried about the Misfits.
Monika: At this rate, we're never going to get to get into the ring anyway. We've had a contract signed against the High Flying Dorks for weeks. So don't come talking about the Misfits. They're old news, as far as we're concerned.
Styles: Keep dreaming, little girls. The Misfits are more than you two scrubs could ever HOPE to be. What do you think'll happen if you got a visit from, oh...the HYENA QUEENS? (He smiles fiendishly.)
Allison: (She just laughs.)
Monika: Please. Give me a break. The Hyena Queens, the Browne Girls, Idol Team Otanashi...they're all the same to us: JAFT...
Allison and Monika Together: Just Another Freakin' Team.
(Styles recoils as the crowd pops. Regaining his composure, he turns back to Kevin and Savannah.)
Styles: Okay, so you think you've got things covered on the tag side. What do you presume to do if it's just Dalbello you've got to deal with? You can't bring these two in that case!
Taylor: That's our big surprise. (He turns toward the back.) Come on out!!!\
Chelsea Vanderbilt
("Rag Doll" by Aerosmith plays as Chelsea Vanderbilt enters accompanied by her manager, Q.Q. Ellis. The crowd cheers, with a smattering of boos from the Dawg Pound. Ellis takes the microphone.)
Ellis: Surprise! I think this should serve as a nice wake-up call for the rest of the GDWA. I've been waiting for people to take notice for some time now.
(The crowd noise dies down except for the Dawg Pound, whose boos are more audible.)
Ellis (turning toward the Dawg Pound): I hear those boos from the Dawg Pound! I respect you purists. (Smiles.) You're just going to have to face the fact that Chelsea and I are here now.
(Some of the Dawg Pound cheers at mention of their name.)
Ellis: OK, back to the point. A few weeks ago, I came out and issued a direct challenge to Tiffany Chandler, but she didn't want Chelsea to make her look bad. Chelsea had an impressive win a couple weeks back, and I thought then that somebody would take notice. But I still hear no mention from anyone around here about my protégé, who was won three different ESWP titles in less than one year.
But then I figured it out. It seems that the stables in this company draw all the attention. And while Chelsea and I can handle things on our own, we thought things might go a bit faster if we could find a few friends. Job done. Chelsea and I will be watching the backs of these fine young wrestlers, and Chelsea and I are going to ride the wave this creates straight to the top of the GDWA!
(Ellis tosses the microphone back to Styles.)
Styles: Whoaaa!!! A new stable forms on MY show? Okay, so maybe -- just maybe -- I'm impressed. Tell me, who's running this show -- you or Q.Q. Ellis? And you wanna give me the name of this new group?
Taylor: Well, neither one of us runs it -- I handle my people, he handles Chelsea. We're just entering a relationship of mutual support. As for a name, as a matter of fact, we've got one. We figure we're just evening the odds for ourselves, and thus we're calling our faction "The Equalizers."
Styles: Cute. But none of it'll matter if Organized Crime or the Syndicate gets their hands on you. They're