(Cut to the hallways in the bowels of the arena where Kenny Lombardo stands outside the main door to Dan Ryan’s offices.) KL: Hey guys, I’m back here at Dan Ryan’s office and in just a few minutes I hope to get a word with…

(The door swings open and Dan Ryan himself steps out, a little surprised by the camera crew but stopping to speak to Kenny anyway.)

KL: Mr. Ryan, if I could….

Ryan: Sure…

KL: Mr. Ryan, we have word that Hornet has arrived in the building. Your thoughts?

Ryan: Uh…excuse me?

KL: Hornet is here.

Ryan: (eyes narrowed) Said who?

KL: (confused a bit) Well uh…I had spoken to Paul Freeman off the air about fifteen minutes ago and he said that he had arrived, but he wanted to go in and speak with him to make sure everything was in order before coming to see you about it.

(Just then, Paul Freeman comes hurriedly into view – his face is white)

Paul: Look, it’s not my fault. I spoke to his people!! It’s not my fault!!

Ryan: What?? What the hell are you talking about?? What’s not your fault???

(Suddenly out of the side of the camera shot a skinny kid, not more than 5’8” tall and maybe 160 pounds soaking wet – DRESSED LIKE HORNET – comes flying in and attempts a weak Hornet Splash on Dan Ryan.)

Ryan: (easily brushing off the attack as the kid flops to the ground) WHAT THE…..???

(The kid leaps to his feet and runs off screaming over his shoulder)

Kid: I AM THE MIGHTY HORNET!! BEWARE THE SPLASH!! BEWARE THE GLASS CEILING!!! I WILL HOLD YOU DOWN, RYAN!! I WILL HOLD YOU DOWN!!!!!!

(Ryan looks after the kid as his face becomes contorted with anger. Ryan turns to Freeman, and sees him trying to slowly slip away.)

Ryan: FREEMAN!!!!

(Freeman takes off in a dead sprint. Ryan goes after him.)

Ryan: YOUR ASS IS MINE, FREEMAN!!!!

(Cut back to the broadcast booth)

DM: That was uh….definitely not Hornet.

MN: No shit, Dean. You really know your wrestling.

DM: Rest in Peace, Paul Freeman.

DT: I think maybe we should just get to our next match. Take it away, Tony Fatora!!

TONY FATORA: Th' following contest is scheduled for one fall!

(CUE UP: The song "Angelwitch" by the band of the same name. The crowd offers mild, polite applause as Foxx walks out onto the ramp, raking a hand through her hair absently before hustling to the ring to stretch in the corner.)

TONY FATORA: Introducing first, from San Antonio, Texas... FFFFFFFFOXX!!!

(CUE UP: "Maps" - The Yeah Yeah Yeahs. As Karla Starr makes her way to the ring, the crowd's reaction is a bit louder, but it remains mostly mixed-ambivalent.)

TONY FATORA: And hailing from Boston, Massachusetts... KARLAAAAAA... SSSSSTAAAAAARRRRRR!!!

DT: Folks, this is the first time we've had an actual womens' match here in Empire Pro Wrestling. Karla Starr has some history in the business, but Foxx Does show some promise. This promises to be an interesting contest.

DM: These fans may be quiet, but they've never seen decent women's wrestling. Back in the glory days of *BEEP* chicks like Jennifer Rowe used to tear the house down.

MN: ...Wow, they're still censoring *BEEP* even though that thing with Zieba was months ago?

DM: Yes. Yes, apparently they are. Anyway, let's get back to the mat--GXW!! *BEEP*haha, I beat the beep!

DT: Folks, you didn't just hear Dean say *BEEP*.

DM: Yeah, I said D, not G. Dean Xtreme Wrestling!

(SFX: *DING* - Bell rings.)

DT: Starr and Foxx beginning to circle... it's Foxx who shoots in first, and there's the collar and elbow tie-up. Foxx snaps Starr into a headlock and drags her to the canvas, looking to cinch it in... Starr rolls her over and looks for a chinlock but Foxx breaks free and comes to a knee a few feet away.

DM: Not bad, not bad. Say what you will - these girls know the fundamentals.

DT: Both ladies lock up again... there's the go-behind by Starr and the hammerlock, but Foxx goes low and scissors her legs into Starr's chest to monkey-flip her to the mat. Boosts over to go for the inverted facelock, but Starr turns and pushes Foxx up and into the corner, and there's the shoulder to the gut of Foxx.

DM: Neely, no comment?

MN: Lemme recharge. I blew all my comments on the Big Loafy match.

DM: If you can call it a match.

DT: Starr whips Foxx out of the corner and sends her into the opposite buckles... Starr hits it on her back and bounces out... Starr TAKES her down with a running side kick!

DM: Ooh, harsh. That heel of hers snapped right into Foxx's jaw like a bullet.

DT: Foxx with a hand on her face as she climbs to her feet, but Starr's on her with those quick jabs to the chin, backing her into the ropes. The Irish whip, and the clothesline takes Foxx to the canvas once again.

MN: She hits pretty hard for a chick.

DM: If you want a hard-hitting chick, talk to Lindsay Troy.

DT: Karla Starr pressing the advantage here, pulling Foxx to her feet and shooting her off into the ropes again... catches her on the way back and NAILS her with the tiltawhirl backbreaker, and Foxx is yelping in pain!

DM: That was a VERY nice move from Starr there, Dave Thomas. You can see she's softening up the body with that attack, probably to bolster the Morning Star.

DT: Foxx rolling into the corner, and Starr after her, driving her boot into the shorter woman's ribs repeatedly. Pulls her to her feet... whips her into the opposite corner and charges after, but Foxx BOOSTS herself off the turnbuckle and shoots up and over to roll Karla Starr into a schoolboy! One - TWO - Kickout by Starr!

MN: Wow, nice counter!

DM: Textbook Jack Briscoe counter out of the corner. Foxx knows what she's doing.

DT: Up comes Foxx, Starr up as well, but Foxx stuns her with a sharp kick to the gut! Big right hands, and Foxx hooks up Starr and SLAMS her to the mat with a feROcious dragon suplex, held for the pin! One - TWO - Kickout by Karla Starr!

DM: Again, textbook, textbook. This girl's good.

DT: Pulling Starr off the mat by the hair, Foxx jabs her in the gut to stun her, then reels her in and hits the short-arm clothesline. Pulls her up by the arm again, and there's a second clothesline! Again pulling Starr up - the whip - Foxx CATCHES STARR ON THE REBOUND with the HURRICANRANA! Starr holding her head as she rolls to the outside, and Foxx just shouting at her to get back in the ring and fight!

MN: Man, she's kinda spunky, huh?

DM: Foxx has taken a decisive advantage in this match, Mike Neely. She surprised Starr, and Starr's trying to get her head together on the outside wait wait WHOA!

DT: FOXX OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A SOMERSAULT TOPE AND BOTH WOMEN ARE DOWN ON THE FLOOR!

MN: Whoa, high risk!

DM: I didn't see THAT coming!

DT: Foxx is up first, grabbing Starr by the arm... WHIPS HER INTO THE RING STAIRS, AND STARR SCREAMS AS SHE GOES SMASHING INTO THE STEEL! Now Foxx grabbing Starr by the hair and SMASHING HER FACE OFF THE STAIRS, then rolling back into the ring to wait for Starr!

DM: Look at the grin on her face now!

DT: Wait - Starr grabbing a chair and hurling it into the ring, but the official sees it and tosses it out -- AND WHILE HE'S DISTRACTED STARR PULLS ANOTHER CHAIR INTO THE RING! SHE TAKES A SWING AT FOXX - AND FOXX SEES IT AND ROUNDHOUSE KICKS THE CHAIR STRAIGHT INTO KARLA STARR'S FACE!!! STAR GOES DOWN AND FOXX ROLLS HER UP!!!

DM: THE REF SEES IT NOW!!

DT: ONE! TWO! THREE! Karla Starr's plan backfired!

(SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings.)

TONY FATORA: Here is your winner... FFFFFOXX!!! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

DM: I gotta say, I really enjoyed that match.

MN: Me too - but I don't think I can stand up for a few minutes at least.

DM: Goddammit, Neely...

MN: Hey, I'm a man ya know...