Andrew: Of course, Madame.
S1: She. She. She's throwing it in the garbage?
S2: But. That was an original Versace. And it's never been worn outside of this fitting.
Christine: Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing, from London, England, accompanied to the ring by her butler, Andrew. She weighs in tonight at 198 pounds, here is "The British Bomb". Brittany. Yorke!
Ed: It looks like these former tag partners aren't too fond of each other now.
Sam: I don't think they liked each other in the first place. The fact that they tagged up was all Heather's idea.
Sonya: Regardless, these two will be going at it now.
*ding**ding*
Ed: Brittany moving out to the center of the ring, while Pandora hesitates a bit. She moves in and they lock up. And Brittany with a powerful push that sends Pandora flying into the corner.
Sam: Double bicep pose by Brittany. She's got the power.
Sonya: Pandora moving back in. Is she going to go for it again? NO! Spinning savate kick into the side of the head of Brittany, who staggers back.
Ed: Pandora off the ropes and nails Brittany with a flying forearm smash. And Brittany is sent over the top and out of the ring!
Sam: Andrew quickly moving over, and assisting Brittany to her feet. But watch Pandora.
Ed: She stair steps up the turnbuckles and somersault flops onto both Brittany and Andrew! The fans are to their feet. Pandora pushing a fan out of the way and she grabs a chair. She NAILS Brittany in the back.
Sonya: Pandora drops the chair and pulls up Brittany. Modified Springboard DDT off the ringsteps and onto the chair and Brittany has to be out of it!
Sam: Pandora sliding back into the ring. She waits for the ref to count out Brittany, who is slowly getting to her feet. She has been rocked!
Ed: Andrew, again, is helping Brittany back into the ring before the 10 count and Pandora quickly moves in. Whip into the rope. And a HOT SHOT! Cover by Pandora. One. Two. STRONG KICKOUT by the powerhouse, that sends Pandora through the bottom and second rope and to the floor.
Sonya: Pandora quickly to her feet. As she gets back up onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckle. Brittany is up. And Pandora with a launch. Across body block, but Pandora spins her around into a HUGE powerslam!
Sam: Brittany just planted Pandora with that power slam. She’s rather upset about being upstaged by Pandora. She pulls her up by the hair and pulls her into a short arm clothesline!
Sonya: Brittany is slowing things down. She lifts up Pandora into a fireman's carry. NO! Into a DDT! And Brittany with another pose. She pulls up Pandora and locks in a full nelson. And then legsweeps her face first into the mat!
Ed: I think she could go for the pin at this point. But Brittany is having fun at Pandora's expense.
Sam: Hey. Pandora embarrassed her. She cross body blocked her butler.
Sonya: Brittany has Pandora up! Shoulder breaker! And she holds on. And lifts Brittany up again. And another shoulder breaker. And still Brittany holds her up. INVERTED TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!
Ed: Brittany telling everyone that it's over. She makes the cover. But doesn't hook the leg. One. Two. Thr. SHOULDER UP! Pandora squeezes out at the last possible moment!
Sam: Lucky break by Goth Girl.
Sonya: I thought you liked Pandora.
Sam: I did.
Sonya: Brittany must have slipped you a $20.
Sam: HEY! What do you take me for.? It was a $50.
Ed: In the ring, Brittany with an Irish whip. Pandora ducks a clothesline. And springboards off with a flying leg lariat that takes Brittany off her feet!
Sonya: Pandora off the ropes, nails a neckbreaker. And a cover. One. Two. KICKOUT by Brittany. Pandora with an arm bar. NO! Brittany pulls her into a short arm clothesline!
Sam: Too much power in those arms.
Ed: Brittany locking in a full nelson! The referee is checking. WAIT! Brittany jerks Pandora up into the air and slams her to the mat! Cover! One. Two. Three!
*ding**ding*
Christine: Winner of the match, Brittany Yorke!
Sonya: Brittany with a win over Pandora. Who rolls out of the ring, and slowly leaves the ringside area. But in the ring, Brittany doing a pose down for this non-appreciative crowd.
Sam: Hey. The intelligent fans are applauding!
Ed: Brittany Yorke with an impressive win tonight at the Catfight here in Sacramento, and she's milking it for all she's worth. Hold on. There’s some commotion in the audience. A fan has just jumped the railing.
Sam: That's no fan!
Sonya: Medusa Rage hitting the ring, with a chair. She levels Brittany Yorke in the back. And she nails her again! Brittany Yorke 'pearl harbored' by Medusa Rage!
Ed: Medusa heading out of here before reinforcements arrive. We have to take a break! We'll be back!
Shumira Kishiro
Shumira is wandering around the back area of the arena, wearing a Sherlock Holmes hat. "Muuuuuffins!" she calls out. "Muuuuffypoo!" She opens the lid of a dumpster, "Muffy? No Muffy." She looks frustrated.
She walks up to one of the crew who is carrying his lunch in a paper bag. Shumira snatches the bag and opens it. "Muffins! No Muffins. Crud." She smacks the guy over the head with the bag and moves on.
"Well this is getting me nowhere." She says, putting her hands on her hips. She sees a group of ring-crew standing by the TV truck. "Hey! You. You. Village People lookin' guys!"
The group of guys (who do kinda look like the Village People in a surreal sort of way) all look up. The guy in the hardhat and moustache growls, "Whaddaya want?" They all look like they are about to start a barroom brawl.
Shumira crosses her arms and tries to look stern (it doesn't work). "I'm looking for Muffins! Where is she?"
"Dunno what you're talking about." the guy says, and then mutters under his breath, "crazy bitch."
Shumira visibly snaps, the change in her expression and demeanor are so sudden and dramatic that she looks like a totally different person. She grabs the nearest object, a trash can and whacks the guy over the head with it, denting the can. The guy just looks at her. Then she notices the hard hat. "Gimme that!" she says, snatching the hat. She then whacks him over the head again, sending him flat on his back.
"Yaha!" she shouts, smashing the trashcan against the guy's face, shattering his nose. "Okay, who's next?" she growls.
She stops as a hand claps down on her shoulder, and suddenly she is 'Shumira' again. The group of guys look behind Shumira and all back away. Neko Daisuke stands there, glaring at them.
"What are you doing?" Neko says, spinning Shumira around. She glares down at Shumira, with a mixture of concern and frustration (like an older sister or parent would)
Shumira stares at Neko for several moments and then says quietly. "I'm looking for Muffins."
"Why?"
"Because she is my friend!" Shumira says, puffing herself up.
"She's a stuffed cat Shumira. What's wrong with you?" Neko says, running her fingers across Shumira's cheek.
Shumira looks at Neko, visibly hurt. "What do you care?? What does anybody care?? They took everything away from me and left me with a stuffed cat-head. And now they've taken that too! I just wanted to be accepted! I just wanted to belong. I'm sick of being alone and being hated. I'm so sick of being alone."
She latches onto Neko and buries her face in Neko's chest, sobbing. "I missed you." Shumira says between sobs. Neko looks around, uncomfortable and embarrassed. Gently she pushes Shumira away.
"You need help, Shumie. Get help. Seriously." Neko says, then turns and walks away.
Shumira watches Neko walk away, her eyes seemingly glued to Neko's back. Absently she digs her fingernails into her arm, drawing blood from the long scratches. "I don't want help. I just want." she sighs, drops her head and walks slowly away.
Amanda Knight
Sonya: It's not like Neko Daisuke has enough to worry about with an Extreme TV Title opportunity tonight against Heidi Leick. I mean.Amanda: (raising her hand and waving) Sacramento! Is the Golden State ready tae get wild??
Amanda: Well, well, well, this is an interesting turn of events. A couple weeks ago, ye saw how the North American Heritage Championship was nearly disgraced by the furtive tactics of two o' my opponents. Fortunately, this travesty was prevented by some conscientious officiating- how very rare in our sport. And now, it appears that I- as one o' two who did not dishonor ourselves- am tae fight for that very belt tonight. (Rubs her chin) Ponderous, indeed. Oh well: who am I tae refuse a title shot?
Amanda: Before we begin, I'd like tae thank the WISE higher-ups for allowing me this opportunity- ye won't regret it. Also, to the woman without whom none o' this would be possible: "Franchise," WISE legend, ad nauseam. I'm talkin' 'bout Daisy Butterfly.
Amanda: Now Daisy- I don't know the motives behind what ye did, if there be any, but it's given Amanda Knight another chance tae shine, and for that ye have my thanks. Some in this league would call ye the best, and why not? Ye've been here since the beginning. However, with reputation comes challenge- challenge from those who're skeptical about reputations. Consider me such a skeptic. (Points at the camera) So Daisy Butterfly, be forewarned: I'm lookin' tae find out whether ye're worthy o' that "legend" title or not. I lean towards "no," but I'm sure ye'd love tae change my mind. (Smiles) I'll be waiting for your answer.
Amanda: Anyhow, the matter at hand: the North American Heritage belt, and