Styles: Can you beat her? I mean, when you got all the world against you it seems. The word on the street is that there is a lot of jealously coming out of the rulebreaker locker room.
Sierra: Really? Care to mention any names?
Styles: Can't do it, baby. Journalistic integrity and all.
Sierra: At least somebody here appreciates professionalism. I don't care who is jealous of me. There are certain factions in the GDWA who have begun to believe their own hype. They had their run now it's time for somebody else to make a big impression. See, those people you mention in the locker room are just upset because they aren't the biggest names on the block any more. If they watch me in the ring they might learn why I'm so successful. I make the most out of every opportunity. I set myself up for failure so the triumph is all the better. You know, some of these new kids really need to learn about sufferin, darlin. They've been too privileged. When times are tough all they can do is cry. They can't feed themselves. I'm getting too long, aren't I? Next question.
Styles: Next question, where do you go from here? Do you make another run for the Tag titles once the division kicks back into gear? Will you burn out?
Sierra: I thought about it eventually. Indigo and I. There was a time way back when Medusa and I were thinking about hooking up. Of course we had both planned to win every singles belt we could before then. I can't say right now I'd go back. I'm enjoying myself too much here. As for burning out? Of course I will. I don't think I'll last forever. But when I do go nova I tell you people will remember me.
Styles: Well, you got at least one woman on your side. Bloody Mary is real tight with ya.....what is your relationship like with her?
Sierra: Bloody Mary is a real friend. She's always got my back. Sometimes I feel guilty because I want her to succeed as much as I am right now. And I want to help her anyway I can, but she wants to do things her way. Sometimes the relationship seems lopsided, but we're cool for real. Styles, I have an appointment soon about this foot. Do you have many more questions?
Styles: Oh....okay. Last question baby! And this is sort of one that comes close to home.
Sierra: I shaved my hair because it brings out more of my face. I like it better this way. That isn't the question, is it?
Styles: What's up with you and 'Dusa....
Sierra: (sucking her teeth loudly) Ya 'ad to go dere, didn't ya? And I was enjoying meself talking to you, Styles. Put your ear real close to the phone and I'll give you my answer.
Styles: Cool ... I'm listenin' ....
Sierra: (click)
Styles: Hello? Hello? Nah, you didn't hang up on *me*!!! Hello? >
(Camera fades.)
Dunbar: Woah! Sierra with some words for a couple of GDWA superstars!
Mutt: Savannah Charles is *not* a Superstar. Anyway, Browne and Andrea sound like they are on a collision course...damn!
Blade: In the locker room, there is a lot of animosity between fellow rulebreakers and Sierra Browne...she's quite an arrogant gal this 'GOLDEN GIRL'. No telling what can happen.
Dunbar: Speaking of Savannah Charles, we have comments from her.
Savannah Charles
("Southern Steel" Savannah Charles smiles almost imperceptibly as she dribbles a basketball, hunkered down slightly, bent at the knees, the steady slap of the rubber echoing through the empty gymnasium. She's clad in skintight red Lycra shorts and a painted-on half-top bearing the Confederate flag. Kevin Taylor stands opposite her in a defensive position, wearing a Stanford tank and matching loose shorts. Both are drenched with sweat, highlighting the skin of their well-muscled bodies, and darkening their togs. Savannah lunges left, then spins and drives to the right, Kevin in hot pursuit. She leaps and palms the ball over him as he attempts a block, but to no avail; the backboard shudders as she jams it down and through the hoop. She squeals and lands, throwing her fists into the air.)
Savannah: Yes!!! Eat your heart out, Shaq!
Kevin: Good one! Nice spin move.
Savannah: I've been workin' on it. Been watchin' film of Penny and Michael.
Kevin: If you get a little more accurate with that fade away, I'll be showing you off to the Heat.
Savannah: The Heat? Oh, that's right, you like that Riley fella. (She grins and nods.) He *is* a damn fine coach.
Kevin: As good as they come. (Kevin tosses her a towel, which she uses to wipe down her face, then wraps it behind her neck.) How's the knee?
Savannah: One hunnerd percent. Like new.
Kevin: Great. We're definitely ready to get you back in there.
Savannah: Yeah, but I ain't on the next card, and they shut me outta the Moonsault. Looks like I'll be coolin' my jets for a while.
Kevin: That makes no sense to me. You *beat* the current Western Heritage champion, but they don't even put you in the battle royal for the belt. Meanwhile, Sierra Browne gets a shot at every title the GDWA's got week in and week out. I just don't get that.
Savannah: Well, this ain't the first time we've hadda deal with fed politics. Won't be the last.
Kevin: Too true. I won't let us -- you -- get swept under the rug again, I promise. I don't care if you're inconvenient to their plans. You're going all the way in Grand Dragon, and that's a promise.
Savannah: You catch what Dalbello had to say about you?
Kevin: Of course. It was just more of the same. She claims I'm whining about the role of male managers in the fed, but neglects to mention that she and her thug charge, Sierra Browne, are the reasons the policy needs to be corrected in the first place. She accuses me of creating a "gang" by aligning with Q.Q. Ellis and Chelsea Vanderbilt, yet doesn't confront the fact that she and Browne created the need for all of this by ganging up on you after you defeated Sierra cleanly. In short --
Savannah: In short, she's tryin' ta cover her and Sierra's asses.
Kevin: Precisely.
Savannah: Well, in Sierra's case, that's a tall order. Baby's got back, if ya know what I mean.
Kevin: Yes, she seems rather proud of that fact.
Savannah: What's with her claimin' that you're oglin' her booty, anyway?
Kevin: Beats me. Trust me, she's not my type, and we'd better leave it at that before we give them more fuel for their indignation.
Savannah: Ta hell with their indignation. All that crap's a smokescreen for them misbehavin', anyway. Fact is that they got no sense'a right'n wrong anymore. People like them defeat the purpose of callin' wrasslin' a sport. Who gives a damn if they don't agree? They don't seem all that concerned with anybody else's approval for what *they* do.
Kevin: I can't argue with that. Had they done what they did to you outside the arena, we could have pressed charges. Thanks to their kind, we have to be prepared for fisticuffs as much as wrestling.
Savannah: Don't worry, I'm ready. I got payback comin' to Sierra and Dalbello both, and believe me, it ain't gonna be pretty.
Kevin: I believe it. But it looks like you'll be waiting a while before facing her again, so I suppose we'll have to keep you active against somebody else in the interim. Any preferences there?
Savannah: Heck, no. I'll take on anybody -- Bloody Mary, Nikita Marx, even Andrea Chandler. 'course, you prob'ly wouldn't want me to do that....
Kevin: Savannah...I'd never tell you *not* to take on Andrea. She and I may have a...relationship --
Savannah: (She grins.) Is that what it's called?
Kevin: Come on, don't give me a hard time about that. I mean, you and I have a relationship, too, and --
Savannah: (She sidles up against him, and slides her arm around him.) Relax, Kev. I may hate Andrea's guts, but I ain't mad. I guess she's kinda the "dark side," and I'm the "light side" ta keep ya balanced.
Kevin: Oh, like Darth Vader and Obi-Wan?
Savannah: Sorta, yeah, except I think I'm better in the sack than Obi-Wan.
Kevin: (Laughs.) I'm not *even* going there.
Savannah: Good idea. Now I think we need a shower, don't you?
Kevin: Lead on, Jedi master.
(She pulls him off-camera, and the view fades....)
Blade: Hmm, Savannah is ready for the big time! Too bad she won't be featured on the Fall Moonsault.
Mutt: I don't care what ya'll say, this Golden Girl has added even more prestige to the Western Heritage belt! And Savannah Charles is biting off more than she can chew...she better watch out for the Golden Girl!
Dunbar: It looks as if the world is awaiting that Royal Rumble to get a crack at the belt! Here are comments from Syndicate member Tiffany Chandler...
Mutt: That's BRILLIANT Tiffany!
Tiffany Chandler
Tiffany: Alright... give me five minute and we'll go again.
Tiffany: Great... can you not see I'm training for the most important match in my career? If I am going to walk out with the Western Heritage championship, I have to figure out how to keep from getting dumped over the top rope. I have not even been into the office in a week. The list reads long and hard, but who's at the top of that list? 'Brilliant' Tiffany Chandler. I will be the next GDWA Western Heritage champion. Now... if you will excuse me.
Alright... let's go again.
Dunbar: What was that all about? Some figure hidden in shadows!
Mutt: Tiff ain't going out like no sucka! The Syndicate has a plan!
Blade: Yes, this pay per view Fall Moonsault '97 will have some twists and turns for sure.
Dunbar: Speaking of turns, Jennifer Grier has had a lot of her mind as of late.