Sirus Moran vs Rayne

“It is a privilidge to fight a legand…and an even greater honor to overcome…”

Fade.

We find ourselves lost amongst the maze of roses, shrubbery, and various other exotics that formed his sister’s greater than elaborate garden. The moon shined down it’s cold light across everything, giving it that ‘new age Eden’ feel.

Exhale…

He steps out, his long leather coat blowing back gently in the night breeze, his face painted for battle. He continues to move slowly forward, paying no attention to the vines that seem to reach up from the ground and grab at his limbs.

His head bowed slightly, he speaks, a sense of urgency ever present beneath the cutting edge of his voice.

RAYNE: "Sirus Moran.

Just a mere utterance of that name brings meaning. A legand in your own right. A god amongst men in the PWA. Respected, revered, and feared by many…

…But not by me."

He pauses, gazing briefly up to the night sky and sighs, unable to shake away the emptiness brought about by her absence. It was something that tore away at him down to his very existence, and him never being too well at hiding his emotion…he wore the pain on his sleeve.

"I fear nothing. No one…"

His gaze returns to us.

"…and I only respect those who earn it from me. That is something, despite your long list of achievements, that you’ve yet to do.

We’ve never squared off, one on one, in that ring before. That’s saying a lot, considering the time we’ve both paid to this federation. Don’t you think it’s strange how they pit you against me only when I’m sure to be distracted?

They all know, Sirus. You against me? You don’t stand a chance, reputation behind you or not. That’s why they’ve waited so long…they want you to have all the advantages you can get.

They want you to win."

A slight smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"…Damn shame, it is. I’ve never cared too much for what they want. You go right ahead, though…play their puppet, and I’ll drop you like the pawn that you are.

Rampage. I’m not looking at you, Sirus. I’m looking straight through you, and where I look is where I walk."

Screen goes black.

"I’ll have my sister send your family some flowers or something…for condolences, of course…"

-END-

“Sorry boys and girls, uncle Sirus has been a little quiet … except for the occasional scream.”

Sirus is laying down with his back on the floor. He seems to look ok, but as we said, on the floor.

“First, I’d like to thank all of my fans, and a few of my enemies I suppose, for coming out on Saturday and showing be a lot of love and support on my Birthday. I’d also like to say congratulations to Sandra.

Congratulations.”

Sirus lifts his head up to smile but just manages to wince a bit.

“As hard as a match that was, and that was one of the most toughest matches I’ve been in just be sheer numbers and mental awareness, that’s not why I’m down here today. I’m down here because ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~”

Hunh?

Sirus sighs and raises his voice.

“I’m down here because the other day I hurt my back putting the kid’s stroller into the car. Like this.”

He mimics the motion best he can and screams out in pain. Well, grunts anyway.

“Of course, it didn’t hurt like that when it happened. I knew I hurt myself, but it really didn’t sink in after I walked around a bit … then it hurt. It was all I could do to pick the kid up. Luckily Valerie did most of the work and I wound up just feeding him in his high chair. Things like that. I’m not back up to normal, but normal is overrated anyway.

Luckily I have a match coming up against Brymstone to help me out. I mean the way he can manhandle a guy, that’ll be great. I wonder if he’s been working on stuff like the fireman’s carry or back breaker. You know, even being put in the tree of woe would be excellent. Upside down, take the pressure off the lower back. Not everything would be good though. As much as he can help me out, I might hurt myself. Even the nameless knock out might be too much. When I turn to whip Brymstone to the ropes or scoop him up and spin to slam him down? Ouch. Or even ‘Rolling up the Rim to Win’? I have to be careful. As much as I love this sport, I think I’m going to love playing with my son down the road even more. I apologize in advance if I’m not able to give my best effort because of my back.”

Sirus turns onto his side and struggles to get up. After about 30 seconds or so he makes it to his feet.

“There. Good as new.”

Mack walks into the shot and looks at Sirus.

Mack “So nephew, how are things doing?”

Sirus “Oh fine, fine.”

Mack “You didn’t tell these guys about your, uh, injury did you?”

Sirus “No sir, that would be .. uh .. silly.”

Mack “Good boy. You don’t want to tip your hat anymore than you need to.”

Sirus “Right.”

Mack slaps Sirus on the back and walks off. Sirus, after making sure his uncle is gone, he falls to his knees.

Fade out …….

Living Dead and Never Die”

Fade In.

From the sky, seemingly from nothingness, he comes crashing down, landing on one knee, crouching upon the rooftop, his head bowed, long strands of hair obscuring most of his features, the black and white costume paint hiding the rest.

He looks up, devilish smile breaking across his face.

RAYNE: Sirus…you poor fool. All this time you’ve been expecting the Lion, when instead you find yourself standing before the Reaper. Confusion and injury…I’m curious to know if the two go hand in hand?

He stands, briefly dusting himself off as he continues.

Nevertheless, I must admit that it was quite amusing to see you lying there, flat on your back, staring up at the world. The same sort of amusement one finds staring down at a cockroach before crushing it beneath their heel. You’d do well to get used to that…being on the flat of your back…Tomorrow night, you’ll be there again, this time staring up at me. Don’t expect mercy…if you’re injury is that bad, then perhaps you’d best not show up. Facing me with injury is about as smart as jumping into shark infested waters with an open wound. I’ll rip you to shreds… Bring all you’ve got, Franchise. I expect nothing less from you. I’ll leave you with that much of a warning.

He moves over to the edge, peering over it.

Nothing.

Frustrated, he begins searching the rooftop, apparently searching for a covert entrance into the home…

And with this, we fade…just enough to keep one guessing…

To Be Continued…

Sirus Moran vs Rayne	Rayne #1 “It is a privilidge to fight a legand…and an even greater honor to overcome…” Fade. We find ourselves lost amongst the maze of roses, shrubbery, and various other exotics that formed his sister’s greater than elaborate garden. The moon shined down it’s cold light across everything, giving it that ‘new age Eden’ feel. Exhale… He steps out, his long leather coat blowing back gently in the night breeze, his face painted for battle. He continues to move slowly forward, paying no attention to the vines that seem to reach up from the ground and grab at his limbs. His head bowed slightly, he speaks, a sense of urgency ever present beneath the cutting edge of his voice. RAYNE: "Sirus Moran. Just a mere utterance of that name brings meaning. A legand in your own right. A god amongst men in the PWA. Respected, revered, and feared by many… …But not by me." He pauses, gazing briefly up to the night sky and sighs, unable to shake away the emptiness brought about by her absence. It was something that tore away at him down to his very existence, and him never being too well at hiding his emotion…he wore the pain on his sleeve. "I fear nothing. No one…" His gaze returns to us. "…and I only respect those who earn it from me. That is something, despite your long list of achievements, that you’ve yet to do. We’ve never squared off, one on one, in that ring before. That’s saying a lot, considering the time we’ve both paid to this federation. Don’t you think it’s strange how they pit you against me only when I’m sure to be distracted? They all know, Sirus. You against me? You don’t stand a chance, reputation behind you or not. That’s why they’ve waited so long…they want you to have all the advantages you can get. They want you to win." A slight smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "…Damn shame, it is. I’ve never cared too much for what they want. You go right ahead, though…play their puppet, and I’ll drop you like the pawn that you are. Rampage. I’m not looking at you, Sirus. I’m looking straight through you, and where I look is where I walk." Screen goes black. "I’ll have my sister send your family some flowers or something…for condolences, of course…" -END- Sirus Moran #1 “Sorry boys and girls, uncle Sirus has been a little quiet … except for the occasional scream.” Sirus is laying down with his back on the floor. He seems to look ok, but as we said, on the floor. “First, I’d like to thank all of my fans, and a few of my enemies I suppose, for coming out on Saturday and showing be a lot of love and support on my Birthday. I’d also like to say congratulations to Sandra. Congratulations.” Sirus lifts his head up to smile but just manages to wince a bit. “As hard as a match that was, and that was one of the most toughest matches I’ve been in just be sheer numbers and mental awareness, that’s not why I’m down here today. I’m down here because ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~” Hunh? Sirus sighs and raises his voice. “I’m down here because the other day I hurt my back putting the kid’s stroller into the car. Like this.” He mimics the motion best he can and screams out in pain. Well, grunts anyway. “Of course, it didn’t hurt like that when it happened. I knew I hurt myself, but it really didn’t sink in after I walked around a bit … then it hurt. It was all I could do to pick the kid up. Luckily Valerie did most of the work and I wound up just feeding him in his high chair. Things like that. I’m not back up to normal, but normal is overrated anyway. Luckily I have a match coming up against Brymstone to help me out. I mean the way he can manhandle a guy, that’ll be great. I wonder if he’s been working on stuff like the fireman’s carry or back breaker. You know, even being put in the tree of woe would be excellent. Upside down, take the pressure off the lower back. Not everything would be good though. As much as he can help me out, I might hurt myself. Even the nameless knock out might be too much. When I turn to whip Brymstone to the ropes or scoop him up and spin to slam him down? Ouch. Or even ‘Rolling up the Rim to Win’? I have to be careful. As much as I love this sport, I think I’m going to love playing with my son down the road even more. I apologize in advance if I’m not able to give my best effort because of my back.” Sirus turns onto his side and struggles to get up. After about 30 seconds or so he makes it to his feet. “There. Good as new.” Mack walks into the shot and looks at Sirus. Mack “So nephew, how are things doing?” Sirus “Oh fine, fine.” Mack “You didn’t tell these guys about your, uh, injury did you?” Sirus “No sir, that would be .. uh .. silly.” Mack “Good boy. You don’t want to tip your hat anymore than you need to.” Sirus “Right.” Mack slaps Sirus on the back and walks off. Sirus, after making sure his uncle is gone, he falls to his knees. Fade out ……. Rayne #2 Living Dead and Never Die” Fade In. From the sky, seemingly from nothingness, he comes crashing down, landing on one knee, crouching upon the rooftop, his head bowed, long strands of hair obscuring most of his features, the black and white costume paint hiding the rest. He looks up, devilish smile breaking across his face. RAYNE: Sirus…you poor fool. All this time you’ve been expecting the Lion, when instead you find yourself standing before the Reaper. Confusion and injury…I’m curious to know if the two go hand in hand? He stands, briefly dusting himself off as he continues. Nevertheless, I must admit that it was quite amusing to see you lying there, flat on your back, staring up at the world. The same sort of amusement one finds staring down at a cockroach before crushing it beneath their heel. You’d do well to get used to that…being on the flat of your back…Tomorrow night, you’ll be there again, this time staring up at me. Don’t expect mercy…if you’re injury is that bad, then perhaps you’d best not show up. Facing me with injury is about as smart as jumping into shark infested waters with an open wound. I’ll rip you to shreds… Bring all you’ve got, Franchise. I expect nothing less from you. I’ll leave you with that much of a warning. He moves over to the edge, peering over it. Nothing. Frustrated, he begins searching the rooftop, apparently searching for a covert entrance into the home… And with this, we fade…just enough to keep one guessing… To Be Continued…
KWB vs. Cody Galle	KWB #1 The scene opens up rather simply. A very nice neighborhood..all of them having nice green lawns that are perfectly manicured, well taken care of...and then we pan over towards a simple seeming apartment building. It almost seems as if the building had been warped somehow. It just seems.... off.. But then again, it could be because it actually is slightly warped. Over the years it just seemed to grow more and more twisted in appearance. We enter the twisted apartment..and the scene fades.. only to fade in on KWB's apartment. It is in shambles. Tables are overturned, windows smashed in, the couch which had been fairly nice is ripped apart and the stuffing thrown all around the room. It looks as if an assault team has been through the room, looking for something...but found nothing. There was a cursory glance at the walls..and we can see bloody streaks down them leading to a specific corner..where we find KWB huddled to himself rocking back and forth, muttering to himself. I was so close...so close...twice now..so close... why does it elude me? I try and strive and fight and it eludes me..why does it elude me? Who's The Man has come and gone..and yet I am left here...it hasnt ended..it wont ever end... We hear a voice in the background... but no one else is visible.. the voice is almost mockingly sympathetic...almost. I know, Stephen, I know.. you tried and you failed.. you tried again..and you failed again... and I'm sure if you try a thousand more times... you will fail...a thousand more times. Do you know why you fail Stephen? You fail because you do not fully utilize what is yours by right. You hide yourself away..you lock up your potential... You deny what it is your nature to do.. You are Krazy Whyte Boy...you are supposed to break yourself to break your opponents more.. but it seems you still have not quite remembered this... It's a damnable pity. Perhaps you should take a look at what your stubborness has done. What do you mean? Sandra has the world title now... Sandra has what should be yours by right... first Wilkie..now Sandra... how many other second rate jobbers are you going to allow to pass you by and get opportunities that should have been yours? ...they just got lucky... No.. They didnt. Sandra especially. We shall put Wilkie on the back burner for now... As for Sandra.. you know what you need to do...don't you Stephen? No! I did that once... never again! I won't hurt her like I did last time! Then you will have to bear the consequences... It is then that KWB grabs his head and falls over on to his side writhing in some mystery pain before blacking out and the scene changes once more. It is now that darkened room..where the only light shines down on KWB from a single light bulb suspended in the air above his head. Ezekial strides from the darkness and just backhands KWB off of the uncomfortable stool he had landed on. This time, instead of falling through whatever floor might have been there, KWB lands solidly on the ground, with a loud thud. Get up Stephen! KWB does make it to his feet..but only after Ezekial yanks him up for not getting up fast enough. Zeke then pushes KWB against a wall of darkness and lifts him up by the collar before getting in real close You fail to realize how easy it would be for me to break you, Stephen. There is nothing more dangerous than a wound in your mind..for those wounds do not heal.. ever. If I had wished control.. I would have just done away with you and taken over like I had done last time... but no.. this time I wanted this to be a partnership between the two of us.. and still you defy me...Fine. If you prefer it how it was before..then so be it. With that Ezekial seems to rip KWB's head from the shoulders, and a fountain of blood spews forth for a few moments. Once the blood stops spurting, Ezekial seems to crawl inside of the body that was once KWB..and the scene fades..only to reopen once more with what appears to be KWB getting up from the corner and brushing himself off as if nothing happened. He turns to the camera and smirks wickedly...it is that same shark-smile of Ezekial's. Hello Sandra.. it has been a while has it not? Of course by now you should know who it is you're speaking with. Do not worry my dear.. you are safe... for now at least. Cody Galle is the one I have to take care of.. but rest assured.. I will be watching you Sandra..I will be where you least expect me.. waiting for that perfect moment..and when I have it.. Shark smile... that's all that he does. He flashes that goddamned shark-smile. The scene cuts to black afterwards.
Gregory Littlebear vs. Mutiny	Gregory Littlebear #1 Fade in. Gregory is sitting at his usual bar, where Brian is desperately looking through files. Delicious is looking unconcerned for Brian's plight, as he drinks from a glass of white zinfandel. Eventually, Gregory turns to Brian. "Anything, yet?" Brian shakes his head. "Nothing. I've got nothing! Nothing on this 'Mutiny'. Is he big? Small? Brawler? High-flyer? Is it even a guy? I have no idea! What are you going to do, sir?" Gregory looks at Delicious. "What am I going to do, Delicious?" Delicious smiles at Gregory, and raises his glass. "You're going to win, of course." "Of course!" Brian smacks his forehead and grins. "Why didn't I think of that!" Brian frowns. "Very funny. How can you prepare for an opponent you know nothing about?" "I'll do what I usually do; it's always worked before. Besides! I'm the Grizzly Beer champ," he says while rubbing the gold on his belt. "I can take down anything. I took down the World Champ, didn't I?" Delicious looks surprised. "You know, you're right. You did. You're definately on-par, if not better. Why not go for the World Title?" "You think I'm not? Who doesn't want the World Title?" Gregory says with a wink. "I'll get it. Soon. For now, though... I need to find out who this Mutiny guy is." "What's what I've been saying!" Brian protests. Gregory nods. "Right right... well, in the meantime," Gregory turns to face the camera. "Hey, Mutiny! Whoever you are... I'm going to beat you! ... So there!" He turns back to his drink. Brian looks at him, dissapointed. "Is that all you've got?" "Not by a long shot," Gregory replies. Fade. Mutiny #1 :::The TV screen goes black and “Wings of a Butterfly” by HIM plays. After a few chords the music fades away and you hear a voice.::: It seems like there are a lot of questions out about me. It seems that there is no one around here that knows anything about me. :::The screen changes from complete black to the face of Mutiny.::: You see that is the good thing about being the new guy around. I have the advantage over everyone. It doesn’t matter if my first match was going to be against a nobody here or the World Champ. There is no way that either one of them could find anything about me. You won’t find anything against me or for me. There have been no reports about the way I wrestle or anything like that. :::The camera pans back. You now see Mutiny standing in a very dim room with puddles of water all around. He is wearing his famous black kilt and a simple HIM shirt with just a white heartagram on it. He has a white bandanna on his head and black sunglasses over his eyes. He looks back at the camera and continues.::: You will all just have to find out for yourselves when you step between those ropes to fight me. But don’t you worry the reason isn’t because I haven’t wrestled ever before. Cause I have the reports will come back with nothing because I have only wrestled in places that people would have no idea how to write such a report about me. But enough of that let me get to my match at hand. :::He looks around a bit before continuing.::: Now. I have a match against a man named Gregory Littlebear. This guys always makes it a point to say that he is the Grizzly Beer Champ. He is always putting that into the brains of anyone that will listen. Well it doesn’t matter if you were the Champion of the whole damn Galaxy, I am going to show you your ass! You have never faced a man like me. You have never seen a man like me and you will never get a beat down like it will be from me. You claim that you will be the victor in our little match on Friday but I have a difference in opinion about it. I see that you have tried and tried to get reports on me and my style but you will have nothing against me. But I have everything against you. You see Littlebear, I have been watching everyone in this federation for a long time. I have been contemplating joining this fed so I wanted to know what I was getting into. Do you blame me? I didn’t think so. I am a smart man and a smart fighter. You will know that after you are pinned for the 1, 2, and 3. :::Mutiny just stares at the camera for a few seconds after talking. He steps back a few before continuing.::: Well before I forget. I need to say a few things about the PWA Intercontinental Champion, Coby Galle. This guy is a joke. I honestly don’t remember him winning more than one match before getting his shot at the IC Title. He is a no talent jerkoff, without a care in the World to get better at his game. After winning the IC Title he walks around thinking he is the greatest thing around. I do honestly think he believes himself. What a joke. But that is all going to change very soon. Since I have been put against him at Summer Sizzler for that very Title. :::The camera zooms in on Mutiny’s face. He stares right at it.::: I swear Galle. You will be sorry for the way you have taken on your wrestling career. You will be sorry for the way that you have decided to not work on everything to make yourself better. You will know that I am the man that is going to take the Intercontinental Championship from you. You will know that I am the TRUE Intercontinental Champion. :::The camera backs off a bit and he continues.::: But I beat you think that you are still the man and that no one can hold a flame to you. Well if that is the way you think then lets put a STIP into our match at the Pay-Per-View. What do you say? Are you up to it? Do you want to go one on one with me in a NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH? What do you say, Galle? All you have to do is say yes. Let’s do it! :::He takes a few steps around.::: I will be the NEXT Intercontinental Champion! But first I am going to beat tare apart Littlebear. I will show the whole World why I am the most feared man in the wrestling industry. :::He looks straight into the camera.::: Just you wait and see. You will all fall victim to….ME! :::Camera fades to black as “Wings of a Butterfly” plays again.::: Gregory Littlebear #2 Fade in. Gregory is still sitting at the same bar, and Brian is beside him. Delicious is at the other end of the bar, smiling dreamily into the eyes of a middle-aged Asian man. All of a sudden, the football game on the TVs go to commercial, and Brian taps Gregory on the shoulder. "Mister Littlebear, look!" Gregory turns to the TV, then does a double-take of disbelief as he finally sets eyes on his opponent. "So there's the sack of crap!" going to show you your ass! You have never faced a man like me. You have never seen a man like me and you will never get a beat down like it will be from me. You claim that you will be the victor in our little match on Friday but I have a difference in opinion about it. I see that you have tried and tried to get reports on me and my style but you will have nothing against me. But I have everything against you. You see Littlebear, I have been watching everyone in this federation for a long time. I have been contemplating joining this fed so I wanted to know what I was getting into. Do you blame me? I didn’t think so. I am a smart man and a smart fighter. You will know that after you are pinned for the 1, 2, and 3. Gregory looks wide-eyed at the TV, until the promo ends. He's silent. "...Mister Littlebear?" Brian asks timidly. Gregory breaks into a fit of laughter. He doubles over, and nearly falls off of the bar stool. Tears fall from his eyes as he picks himself back up, and grins at Brian. "Oh MAN! You had me fooled, Brian! I thought I was going to have to fight someone scary... but this clown... oh man!" He starts laughing again. Brian shakes his head. "You shouldn't take him so lightly, mister Littlebear... what he said could be true. Perhaps he's been watching you. Studying you. In that case, he has the upper hand." "Upper hand?" Gregory shakes his head, and puts a hand on Brian's shoulder. "Come on, Bri-bri. How often can you predict what I'm going to do?" "Well," Brian muses. "Not very oft--," "STEAL YOUR SOUL!!!" Gregory shouts into Brian's face. Brian falls on the floor. Gregory grins. "See? I'm not as predictible as this guy thinks. Maybe he knows my moves, okay... maybe he knows my name. That's fine. But we'll be sure to do to him the same thing we did to Psycho Sandra." "And what's that, sir?" "Cop a feel, and go for the win!" Brian looks horrified. "Sir, did you--" "STEAL YOUR SOUL!!!" Brian falls again, and we fade out to Gregory laughing Mutiny #2 :::This time there is no music. Just a black screen for a few seconds and than you see Mutiny’s face again.::: Are you joking? You reply with that hunk of crap? Oh no. He may STEAL MY SOUL! I’m so scared of you Littlebear. Honestly I may not even show up to our match on Friday. I don’t know if I can ever step into the same building as you. You scare me so much. :::Mutiny makes a scared face and than begins to laugh. He stops laughing and than turns serious again. He continues.::: **** that! You honestly think in your wildest dreams that I would be scared of a metal retard like yourself? Come on man. I thought you were better than that. I didn’t really think that you would be this stupid in the head. I always thought you were a pretty smart guy until I viewed your last promo. You really need to rethink yourself and think of a way to even just intimidate your opponent. I’m not talking about a big gay, STEAL YOUR SOUL, thing. Get real bro. Think of something different. Don’t be the butt of all the jokes. Which I think there will be a lot of them about you going through the backstage after everyone sees your last promo. I think I have said my piece and I really don’t think there is much more to say about you. I think you make yourself look like worse of an ass than I could ever make you look. So I am just going to talk about the beauty standing next to me. :::The camera shows a great looking woman standing next to Mutiny. She is wearing a black skirt with pink trim, a pink top, and black leather boots. She brushes her blonde hair away from her face before Mutiny continues.::: As I have said before there is no way to get a hold of any reports about me and my style. Well there is one way but there is no damn way you will be able to get her to talk to you. :::The camera shows the woman again.::: Her name is Stacy. She has been traveling with me all through my career. She has been there from my first match all the way to present day. We are the very best combination there has ever been. This girl won’t just stand outside the ring just watching the action. If she needs to she will get involved. I can promise you that. But you know what I will leave everything else about her up in the air. You will just have to find out first hand. The same way you will have to find out about me and what I can do. :::Mutiny puts his arm around Stacy. He looks back at the camera and continues.::: Before I end this promo I would like to let Coby Galle know that I have yet to get a reply to my question I asked about our match at Summer Sizzler. I just hope you aren’t too scared of how it will turn out. :::He takes his arm off of Stacy as he stares into the camera.::: So think about this before you actually decide to promo again. How much of a retard you want to sound like? If you don’t want to sound like a retard than don’t even bother doing one. Just leave it alone. I’m sure your opponent will understand. I sure as hell do. SO I will leave you with this. You WILL fall victim to………….Mutiny! :::The camera fades to black as “Wing of a Butterfly” plays.::: Gregory Littlebear #3 Fade in. Gregory is outside of the bar. Brian is shuffling through some keys, and unlocking the door to his Range Rover. Gregory yanws and stretches, then climbs inside. The camera follows them in as they both put on their seatbelts, and Brian begins to drive. "So what was Mutiny saying?" Gregory asks Brian. Brian sighs. "You probably don't want to know... he made a lot of off-color remarks. "No!" Gregory says in disbelief. "Seriously? How... uncharismatic. What did he say?" Brian pulls out his cell phone, and passes it to Gregory without taking his eyes off of the road. "Well, it's all in here, if you'd like to see it. My PDA records all of the PWA promos." Gregory grins and takes it. "Alright! Lets see here..." I always thought you were a pretty smart guy until I viewed your last promo. You really need to rethink yourself and think of a way to even just intimidate your opponent. I’m not talking about a big gay, STEAL YOUR SOUL, thing. Get real bro. Gregory looks a little confused. "Hey Brian?" "Yeah?" "You don't think he thought I was trying to scare him when I did the 'steal your soul' thing, do you?" Brian shrugs. "I guess he wasn't really paying attention. Maybe he didn't get the jo--" "STEAL YOUR SOUL!!" Brian steers sharply to the right, to the honks of several other cars. He quickly regains his composure, and continues driving. "Mister Littlebear..." he says, short of breath. "Not... while I'm... driving!!" Gregory laughs out loud, and continues to watch the PDA. "Huh. He's got a girl with him. Wonder how he did that?" Brian shrugs. "Maybe she's his girlfriend." "See, that's what I'm missing, Bri-bri! Girls... never was good with them, y'know?" Brian sighs. "Yes, I know. We've discussed this. Remember?" "Oh yeah! Did we ever figure out if I was gay or not?" "Yes. Yes we did. You said you weren't." Gregory shakes his head. "Well, I've changed my mind. I'm gay now. Totally. I mean it, this time." "Sir, you do know what being gay entitles, don't you?" "Free drinks and my own show on Bravo?" Brian sighs. "So, we are going to the gym, right?" "Of course! I need to brush up on my ass kicking skills. This Mutiny fellow needs someone to teach him a lesson. In PAIN!" These last two words he says to the camera. There is a pause. "Whatcha think, good catch phrase?" "Probably should work on it, sir." "Right-o!" Fade.
Psycho Sandra vs. Alex Wilkie	Psycho Sandra #1 The scene opens on the set of the Tyra Banks show. Everywhere, there are women cheering. Women of all shapes and sizes, cheering as Tyra Banks walks out on to her own little stage. She’s wearing a very pretty pink dress, her long hair tied into two long ponytails. She waves to the audience, and gives us that pretty grin that she always has. “Welcome, everyone!” She says sweetly. “Welcome to the Tyra Banks show! I am your host, Tyra Banks,” the crowd cheers, “And today, we have a very special guest. A very very special guest, that we didn’t even know we’d be getting until today!” The crowd goes quiet as they all look to each other in confusion. One of them calls out, “But what about Orlando Bloom??” Tyra smiles. “Oh, don’t worry! Orlando will be here later, today, I promise!” The crowd cheers again. “But seriously, ladies (and gentlemen), the guest I have today is very special. As you know, it’s long been my goal to help to break the boundaries that we as women face on a daily basis. From the beginning of time, we’ve been disrespected in nearly every culture on Earth. “Well… “This is one woman who’s been breaking boundaries ever since she began her profession. That’s right, ladies and gentlemen. I’m talking about… PSYCHO SANDRA!” Sandra comes out to a standing ovation, wearing her usual skin tight leathers, and the PWA World Title belt around her waist. The only difference of this from her usual introduction is that today, she’s riding her Harley Davidson. Sandra dismounts, and kicks down the stand to lean her bike over. She raises her hands in victory, and shoots a fist into the air before taking a seat on Tyra Banks’ couch. She sits in a spread-eagled manner, relaxing in the studio lights as they reflect off of the gold on her belt. “Well, miss Flores! You sure did make an entrance!” Sandra waves a hand. “Aw, call me Sandra! It’s all good!” Tyra nods. “Right right, I gotchu. Now, Sandra, the whole world wants to know; how the heck did you pull it off??” “Pull what off? Get the title?” “No, wear leather in those hot lights.,” Tyra says with mock sarcasm. “Yeah! How did you manage to beat those men? Men almost twice your size! It truly baffles me, sometimes, how you manage to make your way in that federation! Not that I’ve ever been a wrestling fan or anything, but I must say, you sure do set an example!” Sandra shrugs. “Well Tyra, it’s all about patience! I’m patient. I wait my turn. But when opportunity knocks, I answer. With FREAKING GUSTO!” The crowd cheers, and Tyra claps along. “Right right, I gotchu. Okay, now why don’t we take some questions?” Tyra picks out some raised hands. One of them is a tall lean blonde woman. “Yes, miss Sandra. Let me first say, I love your song… Chilli Peppers rock!” Sandra grins. “Thanks! They certainly do.” “Anyway,” the woman continues. “I’ve always wondered; you always talk about being equal to the men, and how you’re not a stereotype. But you still wear like, skimpy leather things. Whats your motivation to do that, every time?” Sandra thinks for a moment, before answering. “Well, the thing about that is, like many well endowed women, I like to show off my kids. Not anything against women’s rights or anything like that, but I love my rack.” The crowd cheers. “Next; you?” Tyra says to a red-headed woman. “Yeah, hi Sandra! Did you hear what happened with KWB in his last promo? Aren’t you scared??” Sandra frowns and shakes her head. “Alright, look. Thing about KWB is, yeah. We got a history. Yeah, he’s gone and done some bad things to me. But that was before I was this good. Before I knew he was as ‘crazy’ as he calls himself. I’m not afraid of him, and if his little alter ego thinks he can intimidate me, he’s wrong. Dead wrong. “KWB, you can have all of the internal monologues you want. You can do that stupid little grin. All I’m going to do is laugh at you, and I’m going to beat you. Again and again and again. And if you try that creepy I’m-coming-after-you-in-the-dark crap? I’ll kick your ass worse than it’s ever been kicked before. Because it’s one thing to be an ass, but it’s another thing to be a major douche, and you are coming DANGEROUSLY close to being a douche. So cut the crap, and get back to wrestling. Y’know. The thing we’re here to do. I’m not here to be your f;ing therapist. Go get some freaking help, and come back when you can keep yourself from wetting yourself on camera.” Tyra looks a little uncomfortable. “Ah… heh. Right! Okay now… last question?” An old woman stands. “What about Alex Wilkie, Sandra dear? Do you think you can keep the title from falling back into his hands?” Sandra waves a hand. “Look, Alex is a nice a guy. He’s alright, he’s just cocky. Reeeaaal cocky. I’m glad I could knock him down a few pegs, but don’t think I’m not going to take this fight lightly. The last thing I need is to have the gold I rightly deserve taken away so soon. This is MY time. Not his. This is MY damn time to shine. And in the words of my husband, “got it?” The crowd cheers. “How is your hubby, by the way?” Tyra asks. Sandra grins. “Oh, y’know; exhausted. Ha!” Tyra looks at the camera. “Coming up next, Orlando Bloom in an impromptu wrestling match with the PWA’s own Psycho Sandra! Stay tuned!” Cut to commercial.