[RedEnforcer]

(The setting is a local television studio with a ring and small audience and a commentary/interview area off to the side.)

ANNOUNCER:  And coming to ringside here at the studio, to the cheers of the crowd we have our conquering hero, Miss Rowan Chance!

(A slightly taller than average fit woman strides into the camera frame, looking professional yet sexy in a men's button down black shirt, tight black leather pants and black boots. Her brown hair cascading down her back, past her shoulders and framing her face just perfectly.  She looks casual, yet exudes confidence and a subtle edge that comes across very clearly to the audience and the fans watching at home.)

ANNOUNCER: Rowan, you've just returned from Philadelphia after a very brutal, yet very successful match against what many consider to be your toughest rival, Punky.  Normally we would go ahead and show highlights to our fans at home, but the footage is just so shocking and so extreme that the only way you can see it is on the Crossing the Streams DVD co-produced by us and BSCW available at the merchandise stands at our live events and online at our website, the address of which is on your screen right now! *smiles and one tooth sparkles*  Having taken Punky to her limit in one on one warfare, it would seem you have the upper hand on her going into your upcoming three way dance with her and the Red Enforcer from CCW at the Wrestlerock '14 PPV available soon from your local cable companies and streaming from our website! What do you have to say to that?

ROWAN: *she smiles, brightening the room with her easy mood, the in-studio crowd clapping and cheering as she pauses, waiting to interrupt their applause* Well, Bob, you never really can go into three way matches thinking you own one of your opponents or else... "


*suddenly, a crimson blur from the side away from the audience flashes past the announcer and slams right into Rowan, a stiff forearm slamming into her face and driving her back into the backdrop, collapsing it as she hits the concrete floor hard.  Without pausing the almost 6 feet tall red mass grabs Rowan by her hair and picks her up, snagging her right arm and then launching her towards the ring where her back jams hard into the side of the apron.  As Rowan struggles to compose herself, the red blur is on her again, driving a shoulder into her midsection, just barely above the waistband of her pants and again mashing her back into the edge of the apron.  Rowan looks like she's going to collapse, but the mystery person grabs her by the front of her shirt and rolls her up into the ring.  The audience is booing loudly now as their heroine is being viciously manhandled by someone they don't recognize. The blur gets in the ring and the camera focuses.  It looks like the assailant is wearing black boots and black pants and red body paint from his waist up to his red hair*

ANNOUNCER:  Fans! Fans! I'm not sure what's going on, but some mystery man has just surprise attacked Rowan and has her hurting in the ring. Can we get some security! We need some people in the back if you're listening to come out and help Rowan.  Oh my gawd, what is he about to do now?  Let her go you bastard!

*the mystery man has Rowan up on her wobbly feet and gives her a hard boot to her stomach. As she doubles over, he shoves her head between his legs and grabs her arms out from her body at the wrists. He then crosses her arms in front of her chest and hangs on as he lifts her up onto his own shoulders.  He then drives her body down hard into the mat, his hands still on her wrists as he grunts and starts lifting her up again*

ANNOUNCER: Oh no. Oh no! Oh NO! That..that's the Straitjacket Powerbomb!  That means, yes fans, without his mask, the Red Enforcer has invaded and he's attacking Rowan. He's lifting her up again!

*the Enforcer gets Rowan's limp body back up and she slumps forward, hair covering her face and the back of his head, his hands still on her crossed wrists as he bends his legs and throws his arms down and crashes Rowan's body into the mat one more time.  He leans over her, still holding her arms and with a grunt (and a chorus of boos) hauls her up one more time...This time he tosses her down even faster and more intensely than before, releasing her wrists and transferring all that speed and momentum into power and plants Rowan into the mat with a loud THUD. He stands over her and says a few things before a group of referees and other wrestlers hit the ring, chasing him off and checking on Rowan.  He makes his way to the interview area.*

ANNOUNCER: What! What's the meaning of this! You don't have the right....!

*The Enforcer snatches the mic from the announcer*

RED: Shut up Bob! And keep your mouth shut or I'll put a hole in the concrete just your size!  Rowan! You think because you and Punky got "extreme" that you're just going to forget about me?  I hear a lot of people talking. Talking about how I'm just an afterthought. How I'm just the first person to be gotten rid of so the "real" matchup can begin. Well let me tell you fans and you dirt sheet talking heads something. I haven't labored and toiled in the small arenas for longer than these two bitches have been alive to be written off. Look at her in the ring. She's completely helpless. You think I can't do that to her or to Punky at our three way dance?  I may not have my mask any more, but you better believe the Enforcer is coming to fight.  One last thing before I go. Punky! Rowan when you get able to watch this. Both of you, listen up. If you're thinking about showing up for our fight, think again.  Here's a piece of advice. Walk away. Find something else to do. Because the life you save will be your own!  *slams the mic down onto the desk and stalks off away from the ring...the camera goes back to the ring as the wrestlers and referees and medical staff are checking her out helping her get to her feet as the audience applauds*

[Michelle]

*I walk in with my Fretlight FG-561 electric guitar....come up behind Red....and SLAM IT DOWN over his head as wood splinters fly in all directions and strings break and spring free like glistening rubber bands!!!  I watch as he lurches forward and crumples to the floor in a tangled, twitching heap!  I stand there...holding what remains of the shattered guitar...basically just the neck with a tangled mess of splintered wood and wire and strings flayed in all directions.  I look at the announcer, tilt my head a bit to the side and shrug my shoulders......he shoves the microphone in my face and I look in the camera and say......

"Now THAT'S what I call a Close Encounter!"

....and walk away back behind the curtain...guitar in my right hand...dragging it along the floor behind me...as i raise my left arm and hand up before I disappear behind the curtain...extending the middle finger of that left hand in plain view ....as there is stunned silence in the crowd.

 A little girl in blonde pig tails on the front row stands and leans over the railing in stunned silence..her mouth agape as she holds a double scoop Rocky Road ice cream cone.....and we watch as the top scoop ever so slowly begins to slide off to the side ....eventually beginning to pick up speed and glide effortlessly down the side of the first scoop under it...before gravity takes over and the top scoop falls like a rock (all puns intended) ....landing with a "SPLAT!"..... on the concrete floor at her feet!*


Epilogue:
"Honky Tonk Man will never die!"

[Rowan Chance]

INT. R. CHANCE'S HOME - DAY
(Rowan and the Interviewer sit in a sparse living room. Rowan sits on a chair, the Interviewer sits on a loveseat.)

INTERVIEWER: Ladies and gentlemen, we're here at the home of Rowan Chance, the woman who won the brutal Hardcore match against Punky not too long ago. Rowan, you were still recovering from that match when you were brutally attacked by the Red Enforcer. He attacked you unawares and delivered three incredible power bombs in the middle of the ring. If you don't mind, I'd like to show that video now.

ROWAN: (nodding) Go ahead.

(Video shows the attack.)

INTERVIEWER: Now, this attack has led many to speculate if you can compete in the upcoming three-way dance with Red Enforcer and Punky. In fact, some have said that doctors have told you that you shouldn't ever wrestle again. What's the real story?

ROWAN: The real story, Jim, is that when I was in the studio that day, I was recovering from a concussion, bruised ribs, a sprained wrist and torn back muscles. The power bombs didn't help those problems. Yes, I've had one doctor tell me I should never wrestle again. But if I lived my life based on what doctors told me, I would have stopped wrestling a long time ago. The fact of the matter is, this is a matter of revenge. Plain and simple bloody revenge.

(ROWAN turns to look at the camera.)

ROWAN: (Calm and collected) Enforcer... you tried to put me out of wrestling. You aren't the first one to try. And you aren't the first one to fail, either. You hurt me. Take credit for that because that's the only thing you're ever going to take credit for on my account.

(Anger building.) You think this changes anything, Red? Well, you're right. But not the way you're thinking. I didn't see you as a threat before, and I don't see you as a threat now. No, what I see is an opportunity. An opportunity to hurt you. An opportunity to break your yellow spine. And opportunity to crack your skull.

(Calm and collected again.) Red... wrestling you was... diversion. Something I did to kill the time. When I get you in that ring again, it won't be killing time. It'll be killing your career.

INTERVIEWER: Rowan, I'd like to thank you for your time.

ROWAN: No problem, Jim.

INTERVIEWER: Tickets are on sale for this three way dance, a legend in the making. Be sure you are there to see it!

[RedEnforcer]

(Damn Rowan, I got chills)

[Emily Layne]

*scene opens with the camera zooming to a pair of red high heels,then going higher and higher, showing a pair of skinny legs,up to a red sexy mini dress and finally showing a feminine figure of a sexy blonde hair girl hanging a microphone in her right hand*

Interviewer: Welcome back in the FCF backstage ladies an gentlemen, its your Ashley here and we're waiting for one of our superstar Emily Layne to come here and talking about her plans for the next days! Here she is arriving!

* Camera moves to the corridor, Emily Layne appears wearing a casual outfit. Tight light blue jeans, white sneakers and a white tight shirt cut just over her abdomen,exposing the belly button with a black "Sexy Bitch" written across her chest. Sunglasses covering her eyes, dragging a small trolleywith her right hand as she walks toward the blonde girl.

Interviewer: hey Emily, welcome back from your trip in Japan!

Emily: thank you Ashley

* Emily smiles and stops, pulling the sunglasses over her forehead and looks into the camera

Interviewer: first of all, how are you doing?

Emily: I'm doing good now, I completely recovered by the injury to my back and leg. It was a long way but now everything is fine and I'm ready to get back in action

Interviewer: Good thing, I'm sure your fans were waiting for this news! Tell me, what happened in Japan?
(see ---------------> http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,40071.0.html)
Emily: Well, as you saw it was a grudge. I was confident that the match could be good for me but things didn't go as I planned.
I had bad luck

Interviewer: For sure you did! Sadie caught you by surprise and she showed no mercy for you. We were worried you couldn't be able to step in the ring anymore!

Emily: No way! I'm planning to get in the ring as soon as possible, we have already something schedule and I won't miss that for anything in the world!

Interviewer : are you talking about the Elimination Three Way match against Sadie and Red?

Emily: of course I do! I can't wait to step in the ring with that blonde bimbo again, she will so pay for what she did!

Interviewer: wow, you look very determined!

Emily : As always!

Interviewer: though there will be also The Enforcer. Are you worried about that? He and Sadie had their differences but we know that in the past the two managed each other in a couple of matches, one with you involved, right?

Emily: I know right. Sadie was Red's manager in a match I had against him, though I beat him that time, and I'm planning to do it again in the three way
That match in Japan made me think about some mistakes I did. Now I'm stronger, a better wrestler and no one will stop me, not for sure those two clowns!

Interviewer: Wonderful! Last question for you Emily. How have you....

* the Interviewer eyes suddenly open wide as it looks like she sees a ghost in front of her before she runs away,throwing the microphone down on the floor

Emily: what the fuck??

CLLLLAAAAAAAAANNNNNGGGGGGGG

A loud noise of metal against bones fills the corridor.

Emily: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHH

* Emily falls down on all fours, her hand on her back, the sunglasses flies off and crush down into the concrete floor, the camera moves up and shows who nailed Emily from behind

To be continued

[Rowan Chance]

Who could it be? Hm...

[Rowan Chance]

(Damn Rowan, I got chills)

I'm gonna give you more than chills, big guy.

[ThePurpleVixen]

Over the fallen Italian laying like a tower of Pisa that leaned too far steps the Hardcore Harlequin herself, Megan "Punky" Dow, hero of the unwashed masses, breaker of shackles, and voice for those who cannot speak because she punched them in the throat.  She is wearing a skull patterned bandana tying her purple hair back, a black merch shirt featuring a chibi drawing of herself wearing a leg cast and flipping a middle finger that says I DON'T CALL 911 ($19.99 at prowrestlingtees.com!), and some sort of black denim shorts from the Lita collection that appear to be mostly made from zippers.  She is holding what appears to be a STOP sign, possibly from the intersection outside the arena which might explain the sudden upswing in traffic accidents outside.  The cameraman swings down to take in the groaning Emily Layne just as Punky swings the sign again - CLANG - at the back of her head, knocking her to the floor.  The cameraman gets a good shot of Punky and then starts to swing back down the hall in pursuit of the fleeing interviewer.

PUNKY: ROLL CALL, CAMBOT!

There is another spectacular CLANG and the image jitters and shudders horribly, before the mic is overwhelmed with a horrific thumping and the camera skids to its side to show a dizzy horizontal shot of a man with a headset and a camera vest laying on the arena's cheap hallway linoleum in a small pool of blood, with Punky's custom blood-red Doc Martens on either side of him.  His body jerks as there is another CLANG of the sign ringing off his skull before the camera is picked up to the operatic accompaniment of sotto voce grumbling.  Punky apparently drags the unconscious man into a slump against the wall, and from the look of the swaying shot, sets the live camera on his lap, canted upwards for a worm's eye shot of the Purple Vixen.  She grins, white teeth gleaming behind black lips, and then hears Emily starting to stir behind her, striking her with another blow that rings in the hall like a dinner bell of the damned, apparently dropping the Italian superstar to the hall floor in a daze.  Punky turns, and drops to one knee, crossing her arms on the STOP sign with blood running down the shining reflective metal, and tilts her head at the camera.

PUNKY: It's so fucking hard to get screen time in this damn cathouse, y'know?

She gestures with one hand, the short squared nails each painted a different garish anime color, reflecting on life's foibles as she poses like a deer hunter in a hall with two unconscious bleeding people.

PUNKY: So ROWAN wants revenge on RED, and RED wants revenge on ME because I want revenge on RED because he spoiled my attack on ROWAN so I dropped him on his skull, and after RED attacked ROWAN I was sure he was going to attack ME so I was reading about his weaknesses on the Internet, but then I was sidetracked and reading this federation's wiki and it turns out that RED is also being revenged upon by SADIE and she used to manage RED but that was during a match against EMILY -

The Purple Vixen jerks a thumb behind her at the bludgeoned superstar.

- and now SADIE fought EMILY in Japan and they're both going to fight RED but I was going to fight RED and so was ROWAN and beware the JUB JUB BIRD and shun the FRUMIOUS BANDERSNATCH.

Her voice - normally a teasing silky thing like a young Kathleen Turner - picks up speed as she continues, rapping on the bloody STOP sign with her knuckles for emphasis, finishing at a snarl that is quite inappropriate for Carroll poetry or classic vaudeville comedy.

PUNKY: AND WHO IS ON FIRST, WHAT'S ON SECOND, AND I DUNNO.

... THIRD BASE.

Fucking HELL.  These people all fight and bicker and plot and TALK and THREATEN and PLOT and it's as if they don't know that this is MY *FUCKING* SHOW.

The Hardcore Harlequin draws closer to the camera, leaning on the STOP sign.  There is the faint sound of voices down the hallway.  Angry voices.  Panicked voices.  That interviewer might have found help or maybe someone looked at a live feed and realized that the programming has become a bit unscheduled. Punky doesn't care, staring intently into the camera, dark eyes gleaming.

PUNKY: I got bloodied, oh yes.  Bloodied in Viking Hall so bad that a valkyrie came for me.  And now you all think I'm just going to lay back and let everyone settle their own affairs.  Dear Punky.  Invite her to the three-way.  Get her a temporary contract here.  She's just there to pop the merch sales and get us some iPPV buys while we settle our BLOOD FEUDS.

Dear dear Punky.

She leans closer still and takes the camera in both hands, snarling into it.  There is a groan from Emily and the sound of running feet.

PUNKY: You don't even KNOW what you're dealing with, boys and girls.  I'm hell in a fucking handbasket.  I'm the Oncoming Storm.  I'm a WAVE OF FUCKING MUTILATION -

- and each and every one of you is getting a taste.

But you, Rowan.  You're going to be the first to drown.

Catch.

The mad girl turns and lightly tosses the bloodied STOP sign to someone just off camera, and then turns and lithely leaps over a diving Security officer, dropping two more with neat twists and shoulder throws to create a tangle of groaning men in yellow polo shirts and utility belts with big radios to block the hall as she skips away.

Someone enters the frame, holding the traffic sign which would be evidence of assault if modern federations didn't have everyone sign so many waivers.

[Rowan Chance]

(Backstage, Rowan Chance prepares for a pre-recorded interview. She's dressed in black slacks, black boots, a man's black button down collared shirt, a black suit coat with red interior. She also wears a belt with a black widow spider in the glass belt buckle. Her long, brown hair falls over her shoulders and she smiles with blood red lips.)

GORDON: Ladies and gentlemen, I have here with me a woman who, I believe, proved herself to be one of the most dangerous women in pro wrestling today, Ms. Rowan Chance.

ROWAN: (speaking slowly, calmly) Thank you, Gordon, for that tiny nod of respect. It's about time you and the other cretins around here began recognizing talent when it steps in front of you.

GORDON: Ms. Chance, I don't mean to be ingratiating, but after your Hardcore Match with Megan "Punky" Dow...

ROWAN: ... where I proved, once for all, who is the real Queen of the Death Match. Not some little '80's throwback with a bad dye job, but me. Rowan Chance. The Queen of the Death Match. And Punky, if you ever want to help me prove that again, you know where I am.

GORDON: Well, Ms. Chance, I don't think...

ROWAN: You don't get paid to think, Gordon. You get paid to hold that mic and listen to me talk. So do that.

(Rowan turns to look at the camera.)

ROWAN: You and I have our respective jobs, Gordon. I get paid to do two things, one of which I'm doing right now. I get paid to tell you and the other beer-guzzling hominids out there exactly what I do for a living. And that's hurt people. I hurt people so bad, they can't get back up. I hurt people so bad, they beg me to stop. I hurt people so bad, they go to the hospital. Which is exactly what happened to Punky, isn't it, Gordon?

GORDON: That may be true, Ms. Chance, but you too were admitted to the hospital after your match. Both of you were unconscious and required immediate medical attention.

ROWAN: Yes, but I wasn't the one who went down for the one, two and three, was I Gordon?

(She stares at Gordon.)

ROWAN: Was I?

GORDON: No, you were not.

ROWAN: That's right. I put Punky down and she couldn't get up. She was out cold.

(Rowan holds up three fingers.)

ROWAN: That's three times, Punky. Three times I dropped you on your soft head and pencil-thin neck. Three times you saw nothing but stars. And if you're lucky, I'm going to make it four.

GORDON: Ms. Chance, you have an opportunity to face Punky again in your upcoming three-way with her and Red Enforcer.

ROWAN: That's right. And this pip-squeak promotion is paying me a lot of money to not only hurt the Red Enforcer and Punky--or should I call her Puny?. Yeah, I like that. I'm getting paid a lot of money to step into the ring with those two. And after the...

(Rowan stops. She's looking at something happening behind the camera.)

ROWAN: Excuse me, Gordon. I may get my opportunity a little sooner than I expected.

(Rowan runs out of camera range. The camera turns and sees her on the main studio stage, creeping up behind Punky. Punky holds a large STOP sign but seems unaware Rowan is there. And, at the last moment, just as Rowan is about to pounce, Punky turns, sees her nemesis, and thinking quickly, tosses Rowan the stop sign.)

(Rowan catches it and smiles. A weapon to use. But then, just out of Rowan's sight, Emily begins to stir. She opens her eyes and all she sees is Rowan holding the STOP sign...)

[Emily Layne]

*Pain is painted across Emily s face as she is on all fours, her hand on her back as she is about to stir and get up to look behind her and finds out who hit her in this sneak attack.
But *

CLANGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

Emily : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHH

* A second metallic impact against her back and Emily is down flat on her chest and face, in agony. *

Emily thoughts: why that? Who the hell is here now? Shit this fucking hurts!
My back in pain, I recovered only few days ago from that match in Japan. I hear some freaking yells around me, a feminine voice but really don't care to realize who's yelling and freaking over here.

Someone needs to pay, that's for sure!
I'm sick and tired of what is happening lately.
The Pro Wrestling tournament where I was screwed up by the three latina s croods and beaten unfairly in that match.
The match against Red, a clear and simple win,ruined when Sadie joined that asshole in the ring and started a two on one,stripping me in front of anybody.
The match in Japan, I so hate Sadie for what she did, throwing that can filled of garbage over my body.
And now, I just came back and attacked once more from behind!

I swear that I will screw up the first one I see now!

I look up and see the cameraman outcold, in a sitting position with the camera on his lap.

Well, maybe not.

I stir up and turn, I see noone except a woman in black, elegant outfit with a STOP sign on her hands.

A STOP sign?

Rowan? Rowan with a STOP sign in her hands?

* Emily's  eyes wide opened, her lips curl in a angry snarl.*

I thought that Rowan was one of the few with some brain in this place! Evidently I was wrong!

*without sayin anything, Emily takes a quick step forward and spins on her left side, driving up her right foot and hitting with a violent Super Kick the STOP sign which hardly impacts into Rowan's face, knocking her down*

Emily : screw you all!

* Emily grabs the trolley and the sunglasses and moves away toward the locker room *

[RedEnforcer]

*hearing about the carnage from Emily's interview I come out of the back and peek to see if I can understand what happened. Walks by what looks like a young fan having breathing issues of some kind.  Leans in and hears the fan choking so I lift her up by her armpits and wrap my arms around her waist. I make a fist with one hand and cover it with the other and jerk back and up, trying to use the Heimlich maneuver to clear her airway*


Unngg *SQUEEZE* Come on, spit it out

*SQUEEZE* Shit, it's down there pretty good

*SQUEEZE*

*SQUEEZE*

[RedEnforcer]

hopefully this will pay off as well as the Y2J debut.

[Sinful Senorita Carmen]

I'm impressed this guy/girl can count backwards, I can't even count forward.

[ThePurpleVixen]

Is this leading up to the debut of See No Evil 3?!

[Michelle]

Is this leading up to the debut of See No Evil 3?!

I assumed it was "Paranormal Activity 67"...or whatever one they're up to now...