HL: At least MY fans... the ~smart~ ones... They ~know~ I don't give a rat’s ass about them... I'm straight up with them... they buy my shirts & stuff because they want to give me their money, and I'll take it gladly... I mean, come on. Did you actually think I bleed all over the place because I care about giving the fans their money's worth? HA!
HL: You morons can believe that Double O and the rest of these bimbo's care about you. You can believe that they wrestle 'for you' and that they live to hear you cheer them... but these things that I speak of... they're all bold faced lies..
[ Heidi stops at the hurricane fence that surrounds the parking lot and grabs it.. looking out towards the city, the camera is facing her back and right side.. giving a great view of her sexy body in those skintight leather pants from behind ]
HL: You know... Wrestling fans... It goes kinda ~ Leick ~ this. Whatever motives we have for being in that ring... we're in it for them money... all of us...You come to the show, believing that we care about you... HA! Fools. Morons. Imbiciles. We like to spend your money... in the restaurants, clubs and bars in the big cities after the shows... And we especially like it when you idiots come up a buy us free food, drinks and give us all these "tokens of your appreciation”... that most of us thrown in the garbage.
You think we care when you marks tell us how great we are? No... we KNOW how great we are... you just think we want to be bothered with praise when we're out trying to live our damn lives...
HL: As for My fans... I know who you are by the screams you shout, and letters you send, See... At least I can respect them. They already ~know~ I don't care about them. They just want to see me try and kill myself with some crazy stunt or get something more extreme every week, in and out. They want to see me make myself or someone bleed. Those sick psychotic bastards they're a breed of their own... and should not be allowed to reproduce.
HL: Fans... I know you don't believe me, but even though you don't trust me know this... I'm telling you the ~truth~
Take a taste from the tree of knowledge... it's a bitter-sweet treat... bite into it believe me, even though you don't trust me... and all will be revealed...And then.. Then maybe you'll believe me... as you taste this... and the truth is revealed
Wrestling Fans... I was you at one time... believing the lies... but my eyes are opened now... and... "I feel your pain"
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Congo: Where can I get one of those Amanda Reese posters?
Owen: I've seen you raiding the merchandise department quite a few times now, come to think of it!
Congo: Call it a retirement fund. Heidi Leick's career is going through the roof, and I want to cash in on it. Rumor even has it that she was offered a contract by a prominent hardcore Men's federation!
Owen: Wow, was that ECW?
Congo: No, the democratic national party.
Owen: Next up is Jennifer Grier:
Jennifer Grier
Grier: What, Rachael? No words of inspiration for the woman that just handed you your ass? Or, you still sleepin', girl?
Grier: Maybe this time, you'll listen, instead of getting that glamourous, typical Grand Dragon 'prima-donna' attitude. That don't work around here, if you want to go for a REAL title.
Grier: You happy now, "ICE"? I kicked your ass from post to post, and knocked you flat out, in the middle of the ring. What you got to say for yourself now, "Ms. Number One Seed"? Huh? You lay on your back like your mother taught you, while *I* move on and prepare myself for beating that little bitch, Lida Yanagisawa.
Grier: You've got some HUGE ovaries there, bitch. Lida, you think you're calling *ME* out? You want a piece of me? The Grand Dragon. The 'classic wrestling league'. Everyone's so wrapped up in winning this title, and being... funny. Well, *I* ain't having that. And I sure as hell ain't going to listen to you flap those waxed lips at me about you being some damn epoch. You think I'm wrapped up in Tiger? You think I'm just now turning... a corner?
Grier: I'm going to smash your damn face into that corner, if you ain't careful, bitch.
Grier: This title is mine, you understand that? It should have been mine a long time ago. You don't know what it's like to earn nothin', girl. You want to walk in here, and claim MY title for yourself? You want to sit here, and talk about how Jennifer Grier is a 'relic of an era gone by'?
Grier: This 'relic' is going to shove itself straight up your ass, and give you a beating they don't teach at your little Dojo. You want me, Lida? I'll see you in the ring, whore.
Owen: Wow! An emotionally charged up Grier!
Congo: I wouldn't want to be in Rachael Edwards' shoes. Her pants, on the other hand.
Owen: Focus, Paul. Both Edwards and Lida Yanagisawa got an earful from Grier, but Jennifer better be able to back up her trash talk with action. I have a feeling she will. Now, let's hear from her rival, Lida Yanagisawa.
Congo: Oh, the humanity! Oh, the Japan-ity!
Lida Yanigasawa
Lida: Boys, let's make this quick... I'm sure the two idiots who host this crap show have probably already said how this is going to be the GDWA's first match of the year candidate. The Epoch vs the Cherry Blossom. The favorites to win the cruiserweight title face off in a possible preview of the tournament finals. Blah blah blah... I mean really, Rekka has proven nothing to me. I bet Owen Crane could've beaten Exotica that night...
In fact, Rekka looks more like an idiot each day. First making kissy kissy with that hood rat Monet, and now whining to anyone who'll listen. So very hurt about Daisy. I'm sure "YOU DON'T DESERVE MY TRUST!!" brings Daisy's sorry ass to tears. But Cherry Blossom, who is in every way my inferior... brings up a good point for once.
Look at me, Cherry Blossom. Today I'm in the ring, where I work. Nothing glamorous now. A lot of sweat, a lot of pain. But you and everyone else knows that when I go home from here, I eat from the finest china. I live in the lap of luxury, here in Mexico, back in Japan, and there in the U.S. And I don't care who I have to hurt to do it. You see, Cherry Blossom, behind every trapping of wealth is... suffering... the only difference is that I don't pretend to be a nice girl then selfishly hoard the benefits of wealth... I hurt people. I shatter dreams. And I enjoy it.
This ring isn't unlike the rest of the world. It's a jungle, Rekka-san...set ablaze by war. You run frantically to save yourself in your day to day grind, mindful of past betrayals like Daisy... and in your terror you can't see where you're going. You try to put out the fires which are enveloping you... but it seems to be of no use...
Suddenly, out has jumped a tigress, eyes filled with rage. You've been running frantically... and accidently you invaded my den. And now you pay. After watching this match nobody will ever call you a favorite for the cruiserweight title. I see you, Sakura. I will trample you, tear your stinking, burning flesh and rend you limb from limb.
That's what I do, "Cherry Blossom". Let's see what you can do.
Congo: Did you hear that? She called you an idiot!
Owen: I distinctly heard her say "those two idiots", Paul.
Congo: Yeah she must have been referring to the producer or something. For the record, I think Exotica would have beaten you, Crane!
Owen: Thanks for the vote of support. Fans, we have to take a break, but here's a commercial for some merchandise I know you'll enjoy!
(Shot opens in the back of a police car, which is parked in front of a Winchell’s Donut shop. The handheld video camera focus on the two unknown police officers in the front seat. Both are munching on powered donuts and drinking coffee while they talk to the camera man. It looks like an out take from the TV show 'Cops'.)
Cop #1: So that's when the Mother-in-law comes out with a broom and starts...
(Just then the radio crackles to life with the static voice of a board woman.)
Radio: 1 - Adam - 23 ... 211 In Progress at the Arena ... See the woman at the GDWA T-Shirt Stand ... Someone has taken their entire shipment of the new Officer Order T- Shits ... Handle Code 3 !
Cop #2: Let's hit it!
(Both cops wolf down their donuts, chug their coffee and then toss the cops out the window in unison. The camera bounces around in the back as they back out at high speed and then hit the street with full lights and sirens. Switch to a close up of the new Officer Order t-shirts against a digitally rendered background of embossed video showing Double O pulling off flashy moves over the course of her carrier. The shirt is a black short sleeve t, with ' Got Order? ' written across the front is stylized light blue lettering. )
Voice Over: Got Order? ... The new Officer Order t-shirts for the New Grand Dragon! Watch Double O in the Double 0 in the comfort of this 100% cotton T ... __
(The shirt rotates around so that we can see the back, which show an anime style drawing of Officer Order in her police uniform - tapping her nightstick against her hand while she smiles from beneath her mirrored shades. Written across the bottom of the shirt in red letters is the phrase ' Expect to be Punished! ')__
Voice Over: It's the New Shirt for the New Attitude! Order isn't going to stand by and let the GDWA get dragged down by the Bad Guys. And you shouldn’t miss out on getting Your New Officer Order