Mr Main Event
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Women's tag match.
Nighthawks vs. Mercy/Starr
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VOICE: Really now Karla....do we really have to do this?
(Fadein, on Mercy and Karla, relaxing in lounge chairs in Mercedes Devons' living room. Karla has just informed Mercy on the announced tag match at Global Warfare. Mercedes is dressed in a black short skirt and white blouse, Karla the opposite, dressed in a black belly button shirt and tight blue jeans, both have hair up in a pony tail.)
MD: I mean, honestly, all I was tryin' to prove was that ya gotta expect the unexpected. Unfortunately for Angel....(giggles, along with Karla), that was you.
KS: Some people just don't understand anymore Mercy. I mean, if I had to take it back I wouldn't for the world, but girls in the business these days, just don't have the discipline or the patience to get the job done.
MD: Exactly. Angel, girl, we really could have had a real good match, and honestly, at the beginin'....I wasn't plannin' on callin' my girl Karla in to do what she did, but let's face it...you can't tell another girl that you're gonna face in the ring what she has to do! It just can't happen!
KS: But now Angel gots' to have a rematch at the Pay Per View. Like you didn't get enough of us a few weeks ago girl, now you want more?
(Karla shakes her head)
MD: That Moonshot you gave her must have hit her harder than I thought, Karla (Starr agrees). But that's okay, you wanna second shot, we'll give it to ya.
KS: This time, nice and clean, no tricks. Ya see, 'Hawks....I signed the contract with Mercy to face you two, because I realized....you're both an established tag team, together. Apart, it seems like you're both....forgive me Mercy if I can't find a better word...."Lacking" in that area?
MD: That's quite right, Karla. Ya see Garza, I thrive on competition, in and out of the ring. I beat 'cha in a singles match, not-so-much by the physical aspect, but by wits, intelligence, if you will. But now you got you're partner with ya, and it's even two-on-two. Karla said it before and I'm sayin' again.
No tricks, it's on the line now. You wanna prove to--(Starr grabs Devons arm)...us...sorry Karla...that you're the best? Then here's you're chance. Whatever you do...don't screw it up.
KS: Because if ya do girls, ya both won't need to worry about Mercy given tha' word to take ya out....I'll do that myself.
MD & KS: Bye-bye now!!
(Both girls giggle as we fade out)
(Fadein, on Mercy and Karla, relaxing in lounge chairs in Mercedes Devons' living room. Karla has just informed Mercy on the announced tag match at Global Warfare. Mercedes is dressed in a black short skirt and white blouse, Karla the opposite, dressed in a black belly button shirt and tight blue jeans, both have hair up in a pony tail.)
MD: I mean, honestly, all I was tryin' to prove was that ya gotta expect the unexpected. Unfortunately for Angel....(giggles, along with Karla), that was you.
KS: Some people just don't understand anymore Mercy. I mean, if I had to take it back I wouldn't for the world, but girls in the business these days, just don't have the discipline or the patience to get the job done.
MD: Exactly. Angel, girl, we really could have had a real good match, and honestly, at the beginin'....I wasn't plannin' on callin' my girl Karla in to do what she did, but let's face it...you can't tell another girl that you're gonna face in the ring what she has to do! It just can't happen!
KS: But now Angel gots' to have a rematch at the Pay Per View. Like you didn't get enough of us a few weeks ago girl, now you want more?
(Karla shakes her head)
MD: That Moonshot you gave her must have hit her harder than I thought, Karla (Starr agrees). But that's okay, you wanna second shot, we'll give it to ya.
KS: This time, nice and clean, no tricks. Ya see, 'Hawks....I signed the contract with Mercy to face you two, because I realized....you're both an established tag team, together. Apart, it seems like you're both....forgive me Mercy if I can't find a better word...."Lacking" in that area?
MD: That's quite right, Karla. Ya see Garza, I thrive on competition, in and out of the ring. I beat 'cha in a singles match, not-so-much by the physical aspect, but by wits, intelligence, if you will. But now you got you're partner with ya, and it's even two-on-two. Karla said it before and I'm sayin' again.
No tricks, it's on the line now. You wanna prove to--(Starr grabs Devons arm)...us...sorry Karla...that you're the best? Then here's you're chance. Whatever you do...don't screw it up.
KS: Because if ya do girls, ya both won't need to worry about Mercy given tha' word to take ya out....I'll do that myself.
MD & KS: Bye-bye now!!
(Both girls giggle as we fade out)
Nighthawks
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Inches exist in miles
Sometimes in life and wrestling every inch exist in miles. On top of that all too true lesson Angel also learned just how much time she spent away from the ring. Twin Phoenix proved that and in a way Angel nearly never expected seeing the way wrestling was going now a days. Honorably. If it had not had the obvious inclinations toward a trap Angel even thought to offer her aid to the Womens champion and honored opponent Trynyty Wang as she was having issues with less then honorable opponents. But even there Angel did have her own problems. Her debut match though it could be said to have been a victory in debuting her abilities it was also a trap and a well laid one even in so much as in the war of words before hand. "Sparrows to catch woodcocks“. Angel called off her partner who was a vengeful person when such crimes were commited but fire for fire was not quite the answer. Honor to dishonorable tactics would lead to furthered glory. The problem now was that the those that booked the pay per view thought otherwise. Now her matter of honor had become a tag team confrontation.
Ford Field
Detroit, Michigan
Easter was already playing to the cameras just outside of the Nighthawks locker room. Angel meanwhile sat in the center of the room on the floor eyes closed in meditation her minds eye replaying the debut match, the promotional spots before, and the trap and debut they lead to. The moment where she did or would be crowned as having defeated one of the coming challengers. She saw the replay of the battle all be it surprisingly one sided against Twin Phoenix. A battle she was more then certain to looking to have agian perhaps and in some measure of certainty with a better showing and different result. The replays and the hindsight examination of them did not so lose her that she didnt hear the door open. Instead of it being Easter returning from her toying with camera man and reporters it was a young looking camera man seeking no doubt to get more then the usual playful tempt and tease act of Julia Easter. Seeking to get to the heart of the matter. To get to the more substance to the hawks versus Mercedes Devon/Karla Starr confrontation. Angel seeing him rose and knotted her hands behind her back stood leaning against the back wall. Angel was as she tended to be. Fully concealed. A black jump suit covering her followed by standard black ring boots. Her dark raven hair nearly perfectly set into place dropping darkly across her eyes adding the usual hint of darkness and ice to her appearance.
[font color=blue]Angel “So your looking for some substance over style. Looking for something a little more serious. Take care. No matter how amusing or playful she is Julia is a serious competitor and one of the more willing to become violent and hardcore at the drop of a hat. At times she can even be the more dangerous of the two of us. But as you have gotten past her I shall tend to speak my mind on what was and is to come.”
“To Twin Phoenix I can only say that considering recent weeks yours was the first taste of genuine competition and what you did should not be taken lightly. In some circles it is a few and far between event. Not only because you did defeat the Nighthawks but did so honorably. Honor given will be honor returned the next time we meet and rest assured with such honored battle a rematch is sure to come. it is in fact something desired both by the fans that follow us and perchance by both teams alike.”[/font]
Angel pushed herself from the wall and walked toward one of the many posters in the room advertising Global Warfare and adding some quick sell point tag lines to each of the matches. Looking intently at the pictures and tag lines surrounding the Nighthawks match she continued.
[font color=blue]Angel ”Now comes a matter of honor. Miss Devon a most creative trap and an even well baited one. Kind words. Words an honor bound combatant would want to hear before marching off to war. To think i took them to heart so much so that I called my partner off the ringside area. Had she been there and the odds evened things might have ended differently. But let us not waste time. let us not wallow in the past but simply take what lessons can be learned both from combat and tactics and use that as we move into this coming battle. Yes it will be a battle ladies and I use that word out of the limited respect I still hold for you considering the thought that went into your trap. But now you have set your selves as heel and made any and all acts of vindication just. Have made this pay per view twice the glorious display for as yours and our actions of the past placed us several steps back forcing one if not both of you to tap out. To submit to the technical art and science that is wrestling. To give in to a perfectionist warrior and a way of fighting almost long for gotten would make up for all you assume we have lost.”
“Mercedes. Starr. At one time it took two of you an attack on a referee and ill fated tactics to gain a moments advantage and a moments win. I can only wonder to what depths of desperation you will reduce yourselves to having to face the Nighthawk war machine on the killing floor of a wrestling ring. Let us see what depths the two of you will sink to when you find the Ravencroft and the Chimes Of Midnight wrapped around you. Breaking you down hinted with perchance a measure of malice. Forever stinging and reminding you why one doesn’t stand ill against the hawks and why you should never plot or play this game without the most honest and honorable of intent.”[/font]
Angel was about to find a proper close for her segment when Easter walked in and with a sarcastic look of disappointment shook her head at the camera man who was slow to turn around.
[font color=red]Easter “Well, Well looks like I’m gonna have to tie a bell around your neck there sneaky. I do hope he wasn’t bothering you too much Angel. I know how grim and evil you can get when you don’t get your meditation time.”[/font]
Easter. The grand child mind and contradiction to Angels cold hearted business mind smiled over at her partner granting the camera a quick head to toe look over her. The some what notorious fire colored hair. A brave mix of auburn, orange, and blonde was wild and took two tosses before it was behind her. Moving down she was in an old school CWR Nighthawks baby t. Which nicely revealed enough of her arms to give the camera a clear view of several tattoos including one of a wild child in a black leather jacket with the words “R.I.P. Ellie Mcarther” underneath. Across from it on her left arm was a hawk with its wings spread a dagger in one talon and chimes hanging from the other the words “Partners For Life” above and “Friends Forever” below. Under that an angel with a tear in its eye and the words “R.I.P. Thomas Mitchell” below. Again across from it an Ace Of Spades in the center of a circle the words “Born To Lose” above and “Live To Win” underneath. A little lower was a simple tight pair of blue jeans and snakeskin cowboy boots. Angel acknowledged her partner with a simple nod of her head and seemed to return to a far corner of the locker room to begin a series of seemingly un natural stretches.
[font color=blue]Angel “It is quiet all right I have finished what I have to say for the moment. However I am sure he will stay for your turn on recent events.”[/font]
Easter laughed and even shrugged her shoulders faking odd curiosity.
[font color=red]Julia “What recent events?....Oh right that little carni novelty act Devon and Starr pulling a quick one on you and then having the luck or lack there of having to face us in the ring and give us full right to revenge. But do we really have to talk about them? I mean they are a novelty act if anything. Almost a Weird Al of women in wrestling or a Randy Savage to the rap world. All be it his cd is some how sickingly amusing. Fine I guess since you did call me off of hunting those two little fakes down and leaving them a kool aid stain on the wall like they’re almost creative trap begged me to do. I could at least talk about the hell we bring to a pay per view match.”[/font]
Snapping her fingers like she had just had an idea come waked over to the camera man and guided him out of the locker room and into a crowd of fans outside. While giving him a tour of a mass of hawk fans she again with child mind and over the top ego continued.
[font color=red]Julia “But how do I really address a slaughter one robbery in the making? How do I really talk about how the real talent, A slightly slowed revolution hitting the fans and foes in the GXW is gonna tear it up and burn it down at the pay per view leaving these Nighthawk wanna bees. These horrid fakes in a pool of they’re own living liquids in the middle of the ring? How do I describe just how hot and high dollar this ass kicking is gonna be. Beyond any expectations and much beyond the cost our pay per view fans are paying? I won’t instead maybe I’ll just address my little pretties.”[/font]
Pulling the camera man out of the mass of fans that nearly worked to consume them both and throwing him into an empty storage room Easter wipped sweat from her forehead relieved she survived the fans love for her or at least faking her concern for making it out of the mob alive. Her attention turned still more playful but even a little sadistic as it turned to the camera.
[font color=red]Easter “Devon and Starr cute little trap. I have to admit it was creative although i never would have had to have a partner to play a trick or cost Angel a match. But to each his own since most that is less then mine anyway. But if it took you two the collective brain trust that you are all that time and all that energy to pull enough wool over her eyes for a near win. Why on earth would you dare put your head in the noose and get in against her and a partner? Well career suicide is your option and I’ll be more then happy to help you two. Wouldn’t be the first girls I chased, beat, injured, or otherwise sent back to whatever hole in the ground they crawled out of.”
“The suits call this event Global Warfare. But it won’t be anything of the kind. Just a quick wrestling trick turned ultra violent. Just the way it should be leaving the hawks right back where we were looking to be. Shooting straight to the top and leaving little kids like you in the dust.”[/font]
Hearing the masses outside calling for more and certainly sure she had given the cameraman and those watching more the what they expected or paid for she opened the door and turned once more to the camera and the cameraman.
[font color=red]Julia “Well kid you got a talk, a tease, and a moment more with the Nighthawks then even our opponents will have or remember once we are through with them. So go run back to your desk jockey masters and make sure they know the hawks are ready to do something they’re not used to. Make a poorly booked match main event worthy and steal the show.”
“And just to put a spin on things like catch phrase try this. no one knows the trouble I’ve seen. .... But it can be arranged.”[/font]
She then threw him out into the crowd distracting them long enough to get back to the locker room and her partner. Leaving the cameraman to the mercy or lack thereof of Nighthawk fans.
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Sometimes in life and wrestling every inch exist in miles. On top of that all too true lesson Angel also learned just how much time she spent away from the ring. Twin Phoenix proved that and in a way Angel nearly never expected seeing the way wrestling was going now a days. Honorably. If it had not had the obvious inclinations toward a trap Angel even thought to offer her aid to the Womens champion and honored opponent Trynyty Wang as she was having issues with less then honorable opponents. But even there Angel did have her own problems. Her debut match though it could be said to have been a victory in debuting her abilities it was also a trap and a well laid one even in so much as in the war of words before hand. "Sparrows to catch woodcocks“. Angel called off her partner who was a vengeful person when such crimes were commited but fire for fire was not quite the answer. Honor to dishonorable tactics would lead to furthered glory. The problem now was that the those that booked the pay per view thought otherwise. Now her matter of honor had become a tag team confrontation.
Ford Field
Detroit, Michigan
Easter was already playing to the cameras just outside of the Nighthawks locker room. Angel meanwhile sat in the center of the room on the floor eyes closed in meditation her minds eye replaying the debut match, the promotional spots before, and the trap and debut they lead to. The moment where she did or would be crowned as having defeated one of the coming challengers. She saw the replay of the battle all be it surprisingly one sided against Twin Phoenix. A battle she was more then certain to looking to have agian perhaps and in some measure of certainty with a better showing and different result. The replays and the hindsight examination of them did not so lose her that she didnt hear the door open. Instead of it being Easter returning from her toying with camera man and reporters it was a young looking camera man seeking no doubt to get more then the usual playful tempt and tease act of Julia Easter. Seeking to get to the heart of the matter. To get to the more substance to the hawks versus Mercedes Devon/Karla Starr confrontation. Angel seeing him rose and knotted her hands behind her back stood leaning against the back wall. Angel was as she tended to be. Fully concealed. A black jump suit covering her followed by standard black ring boots. Her dark raven hair nearly perfectly set into place dropping darkly across her eyes adding the usual hint of darkness and ice to her appearance.
[font color=blue]Angel “So your looking for some substance over style. Looking for something a little more serious. Take care. No matter how amusing or playful she is Julia is a serious competitor and one of the more willing to become violent and hardcore at the drop of a hat. At times she can even be the more dangerous of the two of us. But as you have gotten past her I shall tend to speak my mind on what was and is to come.”
“To Twin Phoenix I can only say that considering recent weeks yours was the first taste of genuine competition and what you did should not be taken lightly. In some circles it is a few and far between event. Not only because you did defeat the Nighthawks but did so honorably. Honor given will be honor returned the next time we meet and rest assured with such honored battle a rematch is sure to come. it is in fact something desired both by the fans that follow us and perchance by both teams alike.”[/font]
Angel pushed herself from the wall and walked toward one of the many posters in the room advertising Global Warfare and adding some quick sell point tag lines to each of the matches. Looking intently at the pictures and tag lines surrounding the Nighthawks match she continued.
[font color=blue]Angel ”Now comes a matter of honor. Miss Devon a most creative trap and an even well baited one. Kind words. Words an honor bound combatant would want to hear before marching off to war. To think i took them to heart so much so that I called my partner off the ringside area. Had she been there and the odds evened things might have ended differently. But let us not waste time. let us not wallow in the past but simply take what lessons can be learned both from combat and tactics and use that as we move into this coming battle. Yes it will be a battle ladies and I use that word out of the limited respect I still hold for you considering the thought that went into your trap. But now you have set your selves as heel and made any and all acts of vindication just. Have made this pay per view twice the glorious display for as yours and our actions of the past placed us several steps back forcing one if not both of you to tap out. To submit to the technical art and science that is wrestling. To give in to a perfectionist warrior and a way of fighting almost long for gotten would make up for all you assume we have lost.”
“Mercedes. Starr. At one time it took two of you an attack on a referee and ill fated tactics to gain a moments advantage and a moments win. I can only wonder to what depths of desperation you will reduce yourselves to having to face the Nighthawk war machine on the killing floor of a wrestling ring. Let us see what depths the two of you will sink to when you find the Ravencroft and the Chimes Of Midnight wrapped around you. Breaking you down hinted with perchance a measure of malice. Forever stinging and reminding you why one doesn’t stand ill against the hawks and why you should never plot or play this game without the most honest and honorable of intent.”[/font]
Angel was about to find a proper close for her segment when Easter walked in and with a sarcastic look of disappointment shook her head at the camera man who was slow to turn around.
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[font color=red]Easter “Well, Well looks like I’m gonna have to tie a bell around your neck there sneaky. I do hope he wasn’t bothering you too much Angel. I know how grim and evil you can get when you don’t get your meditation time.”[/font]
Easter. The grand child mind and contradiction to Angels cold hearted business mind smiled over at her partner granting the camera a quick head to toe look over her. The some what notorious fire colored hair. A brave mix of auburn, orange, and blonde was wild and took two tosses before it was behind her. Moving down she was in an old school CWR Nighthawks baby t. Which nicely revealed enough of her arms to give the camera a clear view of several tattoos including one of a wild child in a black leather jacket with the words “R.I.P. Ellie Mcarther” underneath. Across from it on her left arm was a hawk with its wings spread a dagger in one talon and chimes hanging from the other the words “Partners For Life” above and “Friends Forever” below. Under that an angel with a tear in its eye and the words “R.I.P. Thomas Mitchell” below. Again across from it an Ace Of Spades in the center of a circle the words “Born To Lose” above and “Live To Win” underneath. A little lower was a simple tight pair of blue jeans and snakeskin cowboy boots. Angel acknowledged her partner with a simple nod of her head and seemed to return to a far corner of the locker room to begin a series of seemingly un natural stretches.
[font color=blue]Angel “It is quiet all right I have finished what I have to say for the moment. However I am sure he will stay for your turn on recent events.”[/font]
Easter laughed and even shrugged her shoulders faking odd curiosity.
[font color=red]Julia “What recent events?....Oh right that little carni novelty act Devon and Starr pulling a quick one on you and then having the luck or lack there of having to face us in the ring and give us full right to revenge. But do we really have to talk about them? I mean they are a novelty act if anything. Almost a Weird Al of women in wrestling or a Randy Savage to the rap world. All be it his cd is some how sickingly amusing. Fine I guess since you did call me off of hunting those two little fakes down and leaving them a kool aid stain on the wall like they’re almost creative trap begged me to do. I could at least talk about the hell we bring to a pay per view match.”[/font]
Snapping her fingers like she had just had an idea come waked over to the camera man and guided him out of the locker room and into a crowd of fans outside. While giving him a tour of a mass of hawk fans she again with child mind and over the top ego continued.
[font color=red]Julia “But how do I really address a slaughter one robbery in the making? How do I really talk about how the real talent, A slightly slowed revolution hitting the fans and foes in the GXW is gonna tear it up and burn it down at the pay per view leaving these Nighthawk wanna bees. These horrid fakes in a pool of they’re own living liquids in the middle of the ring? How do I describe just how hot and high dollar this ass kicking is gonna be. Beyond any expectations and much beyond the cost our pay per view fans are paying? I won’t instead maybe I’ll just address my little pretties.”[/font]
Pulling the camera man out of the mass of fans that nearly worked to consume them both and throwing him into an empty storage room Easter wipped sweat from her forehead relieved she survived the fans love for her or at least faking her concern for making it out of the mob alive. Her attention turned still more playful but even a little sadistic as it turned to the camera.
[font color=red]Easter “Devon and Starr cute little trap. I have to admit it was creative although i never would have had to have a partner to play a trick or cost Angel a match. But to each his own since most that is less then mine anyway. But if it took you two the collective brain trust that you are all that time and all that energy to pull enough wool over her eyes for a near win. Why on earth would you dare put your head in the noose and get in against her and a partner? Well career suicide is your option and I’ll be more then happy to help you two. Wouldn’t be the first girls I chased, beat, injured, or otherwise sent back to whatever hole in the ground they crawled out of.”
“The suits call this event Global Warfare. But it won’t be anything of the kind. Just a quick wrestling trick turned ultra violent. Just the way it should be leaving the hawks right back where we were looking to be. Shooting straight to the top and leaving little kids like you in the dust.”[/font]
Hearing the masses outside calling for more and certainly sure she had given the cameraman and those watching more the what they expected or paid for she opened the door and turned once more to the camera and the cameraman.
[font color=red]Julia “Well kid you got a talk, a tease, and a moment more with the Nighthawks then even our opponents will have or remember once we are through with them. So go run back to your desk jockey masters and make sure they know the hawks are ready to do something they’re not used to. Make a poorly booked match main event worthy and steal the show.”
“And just to put a spin on things like catch phrase try this. no one knows the trouble I’ve seen. .... But it can be arranged.”[/font]
She then threw him out into the crowd distracting them long enough to get back to the locker room and her partner. Leaving the cameraman to the mercy or lack thereof of Nighthawk fans.