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Andrea Chandler
(Andrea Chandler stands before a framed canvas, smiling, her hands on her hips. The painting features a pair of winged men; one, and older man, reaches out from above as the wings of the younger man disintegrate, plummeting him toward the sea below. Andrea clucks and shakes her head as she regards the artwork, then looks to the camera.)
Andrea: Hullo, everyone. How many of you are familiar with the legend of Icarus? It comes from Greek myth. Daedalus and his son, you-know-who, were prisoners desperate for a means of escape. They fashioned wings composed of wax and feathers, and away they flew, seemingly free. However, Icarus was so taken by the experience that he rose higher and higher, ignoring his father's plaintive cries, until passing too close to the sun. Subsequently, the wax melted, his wings fell apart...and he dropped into the sea, where he drowned. Pity, eh?
Here in Grand Dragon, we have our own Icarus, and she goes by the name of Sierra Browne. She fancies herself a shooting star right now, moving too fast to be caught, too high to be touched, too hard to be stopped. I have news for you, dear: you're sadly mistaken. Like Icarus, your precious wings will melt, and you'll auger back to earth in a truly undignified way. Don't think it will happen? Well, as noted philosopher George Santayana once observed, "Those who do not learn from the past are doomed to repeat it," and you, my dear, have clearly learned nothing from history. Are you blind to how your behavior is perceived? How your excesses are resented? Sooner or later, the other shoe will drop, and you'll discover just how mortal you are. You'll walk into the Moonsault with your three shiny belts, and will likely exit with none. You'll surrender the Western Heritage belt, you'll drop the Cruiserweight championship to that lovely girl I've been in touch with, and of course Micki will slaughter both you and Daisy to claim the Internet title. So soon after "making history," as you're fond of saying, you'll be down and out and asking yourself how it all happened. Get this,
Sierra: you've won gold, but failed to establish legend, and there's no reversing that. You'll always be thought of as a "trick" champion, one who had to resort to any means necessary to win, and rightfully so. You have your belts, but you don't have respect.
That's why you constantly try to bait me into facing you, saying that I'm afraid, that I've turned down your challenges from fear. Get over yourself, girl.
I *ignored* your challenges as a waste of my precious time, and there's an enormous difference. I am not, nor have I ever been, fearful of facing you. If you're in that great a hurry for the beating of a lifetime, then by all means, the next time you desire to meet me in the ring, I'll be there. And when that happens, the hands-down best wrestler in Grand Dragon is going to batter you into oblivion. The Diamond Express will roll on like it always has, and you'll be left pondering another career. (She kisses at the camera.) Anytime, love.
Finally, Medusa...stop with the potshots. I've intentionally kept quiet while you've undergone your umpteenth makeover, but the fact is that you need to decide who and what you are before you start calling my name. Frankly, I don't understand you -- on the one hand, you presume to be my friend, then you turn around and disrespect me. Don't tell me I'm mistaken about the friendship, either, because you proclaimed that on no uncertain terms. I'm the same performer and warrior I've always been, so don't expect me to believe that I'm doing anything now that you didn't approve of mere weeks before. If there's a problem, have the stones to confront me about it, rather than making snide asides during your diatribes. I thought you were bigger than that, and I hope I'm not wrong in that assumption.
(She smiles broadly, and crosses her arms.)
That's all from my corner of the world. Ta-ta!
(The view fades....)
(The scene is one of Grand Dragon Wrestling Alliance studios located in Tacoma, Washington. Two men are sitting behind a desk. They are wearing a blue blazer with the GDWA logo on the right side. A woman sits between them with a red and brown suit jacket and skirt. The lights start to come up, and "Atomic Dog" by Parliament--the GDWA theme music--begins to play.)
Dunbar: Wrestling fans, welcome back to the Saturday Night Tease. The lovely Ms. Sonya Blade and Color man Sam Mutt join me with this 2 hour spectacular broadcast. First, the return of the GDWA phantom?
Blade: It was strange to see...obviously she's 'haunting' the House Cards until she finds rest.
Mutt: Speaking of specters and thangs...what the hell is going on between Sierra Browne and Andrea Chandler? Andrea and Sierra having a *major* falling out.
Blade: So what, that's 3 of 4 Syndicate members who have a distaste for Ms. Browne? And don't let Sally McClane start flapping her gums.
Dunbar: Fans, Ms. Browne can speak for herself. Let's hear from the Cruiserweight, Western Heritage and Internet Heavyweight champion 'Golden Girl' Sierra Browne....
Sierra Browne
(The scene overlooks the San Francisco bay area from a Penthouse balcony. MISTER Furious Styles is laid out in the sun wearing shorts and a tank top that reads "Zulu Nation" across the front in red, black and green. He smiles into the camera as he whips out his flip phone and dials some numbers.) ring....ring....ring....
Sierra: (tired, heavy Trinidadian twang) Hallo? Who speakin'? (Calypso plays in the background)
Styles: Sierra baby, it's Furious! How ya doin'?
Sierra: Furious, dou dou, I'm as well as I can be considering the circumstances.
Styles: How's the ankle treating you kid? Feelin' any better?
Sierra: The ankle? It's comin' along. The doctors say I need a res' is all, but you know me, right, my dear? I like to overdo everyt'ing.
Styles: Hey, I know you busy and all, but I wanted to give you the props the rest of the GDWA seems to be withholding from ya! You a bad Black woman and deserve much respect.
Sierra: Tank you, darlin'. Dat alone make me forgive you for wakin' me up.
Styles: Okay, now ya know I gots questions for ya baby! SO is it cool if I talks to ya?
Sierra: If you continue to talk so pretty, who am I to 'ang up on ya?
Styles: Aight, first, it's all over the sheets and Marcie De La Cruz wanted the scoop first...but I'm getting it first. What's up with you and Andrea Chandler? Out of nowhere, it seems ya'll have been tossing barbs at each other left and right.
Sierra: (the accent flattens out. Business voice) I don't have anything to say about Andrea Chandler. That's a lie. I do. Andrea Chandler is overrated, boring and the most pathetic excuse for a competitor I have ever seen. I won't lie. I don't like her. And I don't respect her as a human being. Period.
Styles: Is there a match in the future between the two of you?
Sierra: Probably not. Otherwise it would have taken place by now. Andrea Chandler will only accept a match with you if she knows she can beat you and inflate her ranking. Now that she's the number one contender don't expect to see her challenge anyone or accept a challenge from anyone short of Officer Order. That's why her title reign was successful. She took on people who weren't at peak performance or she knew didn't have her talent. Now she's trying to regain her belt after her little sulking bit when she lost her belt. She won't challenge me. She won't accept a challenge from me. But she'll talk and talk and talk. I'm ready whenever. We started out feuding together when we both came into the GDWA. I still haven't beaten her convincingly and she hasn't beaten me convincingly. Andrea, though, isn't the type to ever admit she's second best and she won't for sure risk finding out whether her opinion of herself is true. Beat her and she'll sulk. Humiliate her and she'll probably quit.
Styles: You sound like you got a lot on your mind about her, Sierra.
Sierra: I'm looking at different venues. That was just a lot of pent up hostility. There are other wrestlers out there who'll show their faces. Forget Chandler. And her stupid opinions.
Styles: Will you take on Savannah Charles?
Sierra: Who? I don't think I know anybody by that name. Oh you mean the redneck redhead or whatever that color is that tinks my success is all a fluke? The one who thinks it's all on her to become the hero of the GDWA with her little Bobbsey twin Chelsea? You ever notice the pattern of clonage surrounding Kevin Taylor-influenced wrestlers? Big, slow, cunning brutes? You face one you've faced them all. Savannah was easy to prep for. I just watched Andrea matches. I hope that wasn't your second question. You're wasting your dimes.
Styles: Okay, second question. It seems like you and Officer Order keep crossing paths. You defeat Order in the Transnational C-weight title tournament...then you go on a week or so later to BEAT her for the Western Heritage title...then you are DQ'ed in a Triple Threat match for the World Title in which Order takes home the strap...will you be challenging for the World title?
Sierra: I won't be calling out her name right now. I have two belts to defend. People know me as loving gold. I do. But they think that just because I love gold I'm trying to collect title belts. No. I'm a competitor who came to this country to prove something. I was after the Transnational belt. I dropped weight to make the tournament. The Great Western Heritage belt came along because the opportunity was there. I made my defenses. I got a shot at the Internet belt as is allowed in the rules. I try to win every match. I'm not trying to take every title.