Man: "Excuse my manners, Mr.....Kakuta is it? You may address me as Matthew Zahn, if you choose. Now, how may I assist you?"
Tako (smiling yet again): "I was wondering if Ms. Nighthawk would be able to share with our viewers the reason for her absence during the past several weeks. But first, I believe our viewers would like to know your reason for being here, Mr. Zahn? Are you her bodyguard for the evening?"
Zahn (laughing): "That could be viewed as one of my duties, though it's one of many I have adopted. (Zahn puts his arm around Tako's shoulders and pulls the reporter close to him.) You see, my son, those of us who have chosen to walk in the light, to follow our hearts and dreams, are slowly being ensnared within the maw of the darkness. We no longer have a will of our own. Day after day, shackles are a fixed to us, upon the numerous chains that were placed beforehand. With each passing day the weight of those bondages increase. For those of us who fall and succumb to the will of the darkness, the weight does not lessen, it doubles and doubles, multiplying ten-fold upon ten-fold, until the weight is so great that we fall beneath the very earth itself, into the grasp of the dark for eternity. Such a fate was being brought upon our beloved daughter Rachel. The minions of darkness encircled her, filling her ears with their words of blasphemy. She stood strong against the deluge, withstanding the onslaught as best she could. Fortunately for her, an angel of light arrived. The tentacles were pushed aside, the chains reduced to powder. The light had arrived, and the darkness cowered in fear. There is always light at the end of the tunnel, as the saying goes. The darkness was defeated. Rachel and I walked out of the domain of evil, side by side.
That is not the end, however. It is only the beginning of a great endeavor, one accepted by both our daughter Rachel and myself. As I said, the darkness exists everywhere, but in no place does it breed and thrive as strong as it does in this wrestling promotion, what you call The International Electronic Wrestling Association. Our quest begins tonight, when we stand before the worshipper of devils, Jessica Starbird. Her affection for the dark, and those of her 'associates', shall cease this evening. Four other warriors of light join our cause. Success, my son, is inevitable. Salvation has arrived?"
Tako (perplexed, and still being held close by Zhan): "Well, uh, thank you for sharing your time with us, Mr. Zahn. Let's head back to the ring..."
Zahn: "Leave? Why do you wish to leave, when the adventure is just beginning? Your cameraman may depart, but you my son, must remain. Tell me about yourself, Tako Kakuta..."
(Scene fades with Tako Kakuta trying to find words that obviously escape him at the moment. Rachel Nighthawk, smirking, begins to prepare for the match...)
(Back again to John at ringside.)
John: "Well our final comments on this match come from the Concrete Blonde who is making her debut in the IEWA this evening. I think we can go backstage now to get a few comments, is the camera crew there yet?"
CONCRETE BLONDE
(The camera fades in on the hallway leading to the locker rooms. Slowly it moves past doors with names like "Jessica Starbird", "Jun Shiratori", "Medusa Rage", "Erykah Draper", and others. Finally it arrives at a door with new sign on it, "Concrete Blonde". One of the camera crew carefully pushes the door open to reveal an empty room. The wooden locker room bench is new and polished... the locker is shiny and new also. The camera pans from side to side, but no one is in the small room.
Confused, the camera crew shuffles out of the locker room. As they head back down the hallway they hear some commotion coming from the ramp that leads to the loading dock of the stadium. The move towards the sounds. As they approach the loading dock they see two men... large, stout men with ill intent etched into their roughhewn features... handing a bottle to CONCRETE BLONDE. The large woman is wearing her denim jacket with the words "SCREW YOU" written on the back, as well as her wrestling attire. She takes the bottle and takes a long, hard swig of whatever it contains. She wipes her mouth with her sleeve and spits a large wad of chewing tobacco on the ground. Cautiously the camera crew approaches.)
CB (spotting the camera crew. She speaks in broken English with a heavy Japanese accent): "Konichiwa? I am just... how do you say? ... Preparing for my match? G'o to G'o... er... five on five as you American's would say, neh? I say this... I *love* to fight. Fun is in pain... and blood... and um... what's the word..."
(Concrete Blonde pauses, searching her mind for the right word perhaps? In any event, she pauses... then takes another long swig from the bottle. Suddenly she lashes out, smashing the bottle over the head of the man nearest to her. He slumps over as his friend jumps up in surprise.)
CB: "...crippling? Yeah... that was fun."
Man #2: "You psychotic...."
(Concrete Blonde throws her head back, laughing, a maniacal, devilish sound, like nails on a chalkboard. She reaches into her jacket and pulls out a long Japanese butterfly knife.)
CB: "SI - KOT- IK? You mean... crazy? YOU THINK I'M KICHIGAI JIMITA? YOU'RE RIGHT?"
(Concrete Blonde lunges towards the second man, but he manages to avoid her and he runs off into the night. Concrete Blonde turns to face the camera.)
CB: "Starbird, Takeshima, Kosaka, Wenzel, Kenyuki.... When our paths cross, you will have no place to run... no place to go. Your future rests in my hands. Nighthawk, Shiratori, Victory, Nell... cross me... disappoint me... you will live to regret it. I *AM* Concrete Blonde... this *IS* my time... this *IS* BLOODLETTING TIME?"
(Camera fades to black as Concrete Blonde stalks off back towards the arena.)
John: "The second of the 10 woman Survivor Series matches features Medusa, Lauryn, Dalbello and Godiva Rage plus Marissa Monet against Erykah Draper, Jazzy Borden, Napualokelani and the Suicide Blondes, Baby Jane Ross and Taylor Monroe."
Sheena: "It would be an understatement of epic proportions to say that this match involves an element of animosity between the various members of the two teams."
John: "Where do we begin?"
Sheena: "Well, the Misfits, Dalbello and Godiva, have been feuding with the Suicide Blondes for quite some time now and will certainly be wanting to get some payback for what happened at the Mania Show in Albany last November 24th when the Blondes got a win with the help of Bart Blair."
John: "Yes and then there is the bitter hatred between Erykah Draper and Dalbello Rage. A couple of weeks back when we were first planning this show we got to hear from Ms. Draper exactly what she thought about this match."
ERYKAH DRAPER
(In the conference room at Boedder Towers John Marshall, Sheena LesRiviers and Frankie 'the Viper' Lombardo sit around the table conversing about the broadcast schedule for the Shattered Dreams PPV. John Marshall looks at his notes.)
John: "Okay, Sheena, Viper what are we gonna say about the Erykah Draper, Dalbello Rage situation?"
(The telephone on the table rings and Viper answers it.)
Viper: "Hey you'll never guess who I got on the phone as we speak?"
Sheena: "Who?"
Draper: "Who the hell do you think?"
John: "Ms. Draper, it is..."
Draper: "Don't act like you're glad to hear from me... the entire IEWA has conspired against the World Class Athlete for months down. So don't try to befriend the 'Painmaker'... kiss my ass too many times and I just might fart in your face?"
John: "Okay Ms. Draper. Now, since you're here I assume you'd like to answer some questions. "
Draper: "Well I haven't got all night... and don't waste my time, keep that tramp Sheela E...."
Sheena: "That's Sheena?"
Draper: "You don't wrestle in the ring little girl, so nobody really gives a damn about you? Like I said, don't waste my time, get to the point."
Viper: "Hey, what's going on with your situation with President Boedder?"
Draper: "President *Boner* and I have come to terms... my terms? And I've told him in no uncertain terms I want Dalbello "AGE" in the ring where I can kick her black ass?"
John: "Any truth to the rumor that you aren't getting along with your teammates?"
Draper: "Your talking about that little elimination tag match at Shattered Dreams pay per view, right?"
John: "Er, yeah. Exactly."
Draper: "Well, look at it from my point of view. I got this 400 pound Yokozuna-babe walking around the IEWA with my belt on... "
Viper: "You're talking about the IEWA Women's World title?"
Draper: "You damn right? I got nothing against her, hell, I'm part Filipino if truth be told... but this Jalapeño babe ain't said a word since she won the title and hasn't even had the decency to wear the belt in public...."
Sheena: "But she's defended the title against..."
Draper: "Against somebody that ain't me? You see from day one, Pres. *Boner* and his buddies have kept me out of the title picture. I put the Wakigatame on Lynn Wenzel and she begged me to take the P_A_I_N away... I rolled up Crimson for the 1-2-3 at the last pay per view... I'm the #1 Contender to the World Title? What the hell have YOU done lately?"
John: "Okay, okay, settle down now. Erykah, how do you feel about your other teammates?"
Draper: "I don't even know who the hell they are. Erykah Draper is out for herself. Who the hell even asked my permission to sign me up for this match anyway? If I was a tag wrestler I'd already have the belts... but come IEWA Shattered Dreams I'll have the copper belt."
Viper: "Tell it like it is?"
Sheena: "Erykah, I'm