Forgotten Youth

[We open on a news broadcast of a local station in Wayne NE. The anchor is sitting behind his desk, a graphic of the IGA logo behind him.]

Anchor: Tonight is a very special night here in Wayne. As you know, Nebraska residents love professional wrestling. Well, tonight, the best wrestling promotion in the world, the IGA, is going to be showcasing their talented women as they present their first ever all woman's show, IGA RISING: Climaxxx. It is the first time that the IGA is holding a show featuring nothing but their female grapplers, which is turning out to be one of the hottest tickets in town. And one of the main reasons that the show is selling out so fast is that it will be the IGA debut of one of the newest sensations on the wrestling seen, a very young lady by the name of Forgotten Youth.

[Forgotten Youth, her long blonde hair in dreadlocks and wearing tattered denim shorts, worn wrestling boots, and a Led Zeppelin t-shirt is seen in the ring, executing some knife edge chops in the corner on an opponent.]

Anchor: here we see Forgotten Youth, who on November the 15th of 2007 turned just 16 years of age.. That's right, this young lady is is just days over 16.

[Youth snapmares her opponent into the center of the ring then performs a rolling neck snap.]

Anchor: As you can see, this woman hasn't let her youth stopped her from being successful in the squared circle.

[Youth lifts her opponent up in a vertical suplex, dropping her to the mat in the middle of the ring. Forgotten Youth then scales the turnbuckles, crashing down on her opponent with a Swanton Bomb. The referee makes the count and Youth scores the one, two, three.]

Anchor: She has been called a wrestling prodigy. But her path to the ring ahs not been an easy one.

[The scene cuts to show Youth backstage at a small indy show. She has a small cut abover her eye, which she is icing, a she talks.]

FY: Yeah, I was homeless for a while. I ran away from home when I was twelve. There was a lot of abuse involved, physical abuse from my father and mental abuse from my mother. So I just took off. I didn't have any money, or anything at all, really. All I had was the clothes on my back and a determination that I would not be a victim any more.

[Youth tosses the ice pack to the side and wraps some gauze around her head.]

FY: My parents didn't even look for me. They didn't care. They just put me out of their head. I was the Forgotten youth. Which is fine. I never want to see them again anyway.

[Youth drops her head, the demons of her past catching up with her for a moment. The camera cuts to show her sitting with the news anchor, who has come to the indy show for the story on Youtth.]

Anchor: So how did you become a professional wrestler?

FY: Well, I was basically pan handling one day for some money so I could eat. This guy came up to me and he said that he didn't have any cash on him, but he DID have a ticket to the IGA wrestling show at the arena that night. He couldn't go so he said I could take it and go get out of the elements for a few hours, at least. I went….and I was captivated. These people were amazing performers, and the women weren't just eye candy. They could actually put on a show. This wasn't even a televised event. It was just a house show that nobody would ever see, and these women stole the show.

Anchor: Do you remember who was wrestling that night?

FY: Yeah, Synn was wrestling Amanda Kauffman. After the show, I waited for hours until Synn came out. I told her how inspiring her performance was to me and that I wanted to do what she did. She told me that if I put my mind to it, I could do anything I wanted.. It was the first time somebody didn't put me down or discourage me. Even if she was just being polite or whatever, to a girl like me who had never had anyone say anything positive to her in her entire life….it meant the world to me.

Anchor: Were you saddened by the news of her passing?

FY: I was crushed. The only person who had ever been nice to me was gone and she would never get the chance to see me wrestle, the way she had.

Anchor: Do you think it's some kind of sign that your first opponent is the last women she ever wrested before having her career ended?

FY: I do. It shows that I'm supposed to follow in her footsteps and I'm supposed to reach the goal she never did….I'm going to win the IGA's Women's Championship. But first, I'm going to have to get past Amanda Kuaffman. That's no small feat, but I think I'm ready. I've been through too much in my life. Nothing that Amanda can do to me can hurt me as bad as I've been hurt in my life. So I think I'm ready for anything. I've never quit on myself or my dreams and I'm not about to start now.

Anchor: Well, we wish you the best of luck tonight in your debut match for the IGA. Forgotten youth, only 16 years old, steps into the ring tonight at IGA RISING: Climaxxx!

Apathy

++Ghosts Awakening : Mental Suicide++

++The rain cascaded down, gently kissing the concrete and the black top. The brake lights looked like eerie glowing eyes of hatred as they trailed along that slick pavement. The headlights were the only salvation that could be found. She had the handy cam positioned on the dash board. She had the handy cam positioned on the dash board. In her jaded years in the business she had grown tired of camera crews, coffee addicted hyperactive interviewers and cue cards. She wanted it
to be real. She didn't want cosmetic editing, air brushing or post effect publication. The lamp posts flickering through the car windows shone down on her blood red hair. Through the shadows, if you didn't know any better, you'd swear she had a head wound++

"I've often wondered what a bullet in the head feels like."

"When I close my eyes, I imagine that you feel no pain, and that all you do feel is warmth. Like a warm knife through butter. I figure that the warmth is from the blood rushing into and out of the brain and head wound."

"On nights like this I wonder, if what I envision when I close my eyes, is what they felt when they took that bullet."

"Sometimes, when I'm going from arena to arena, alone, for some reason or another, especially on nights like this, I can't help but ball my eyes out because I get to thinking about them. Especially him. Andrew. He didn't deserve to go out like he did. Then again, if he hadn't, how would we have ended? It was all too good to be true. It was bound to take a gruesome turn for the worse."

"Who's Andrew?"

++She gripped that steering wheel a little tighter and a lump grew in her throat. She refrained from ever going there. The secret she kept so well. The secret they kept so well. Even in death, he took it with him. The will was discreet and to the point. A few hours in an undisclosed office and she was set for life. She turns her head and away from the cameras lens++

"In the real, Andrew is the one who discovered me. He was the one who took pity on me. My first husband James may have pushed me to become who I am, and then Cage, and then and then, and then....but Andrew, he was the one who put the contract out there. He saved me from an efficiency apartment with dirty carpets, water bugs and a musty smell. He brought me back to living. He set me up in that furnished diggs and he was the first one to treat Faye like a daughter."

"He always loved that little girl. Uncle Andrew she called him."

"I may have married James, but my heart always belonged to Andrew. When James and I hit the skids and my job was on the line because Jamie, Andrews greedy brother, wanted rid of me, Andrew was there. Andrew went out of his way to make sure that I had money coming in to take care of that girl. When my contract ran out and Jamie wouldn't resign me, Andrew took use of his mutual power and signed me to an exclusive contract. Anything for me."

"I know the only reason that I ended up jumping ship and taking Jamie to court was because Andrew got called back to active duty. The minute Andrew shipped overseas, Jamie took the liberty of ending my career."

"He paid for it dearly. Although even now, I still feel like his blood is on my hands and I just can't get it to wash away. Jamie was a bastard but he didn't deserve suicide. He didn't deserve to die alone."

"Just like Andrew didn't deserve to be shot execution style."

"Just like I didn't deserve to become a widow."

"I know Jon will watch this. I know he will have questions. Maybe I can answer them, maybe I can't. These are my sins. The secret I kept from you."

"Faye may have been Cage's daughter, but even then I knew, we couldn't co-exist. I knew it wouldn't last. I guess that's why I turned to Andrew. A simple private ceremony later, and I was Mrs. Andrew Sutherland. I never did come out and tell Cage, but I think, in the end, he always knew. He knew that we were too close for something to not be there. Some secret. He took his secret to the grave and I took mine to a box packed away in the attic with a folded up flag and a few
medals and a pair of dog tags."

"It was so hard to not grieve like I should have when I got the grim news that Andrew had been killed. I think,the hardest thing for me was when Cage proposed on the same day."

++She finally looks in the direction of the camera. Her eyes watery and glossed over. She had to pull over. It was all too much. To her luck the rain was pounding down so for appearances, it looked legit. As if the whole world was watching her. Maybe it was++

"We were doing a show in Vegas when I got the news, I decided I needed to wait to grieve. The show had to go on. And it did. Flawlessly. I was poetry that night. Nobody, and I mean nobody was the wiser. Then came the roses, and the limo, and the dinner and I knew Andrew had to become a ghost. Cage was in love and I was at a loss."

"I think with everything I have been through in my career, in my life, was stand before that officiant and say "I do"."

"Do you know what it's like to become a widow at eleven am and then become a bride at eleven pm that same day?"

"I mean I loved Cage. I did, but never as much as Andrew. My guilt and my broken heart got worse in the next few days when Andrew was shipped home and I attended that funeral with a new ring on my finger."

"God the looks his family gave me. They all knew it, about us, and they didn't want to believe it or acknowledge it and they were desperate for some excuse to hate me. To alienate me. And damnit if Cage didn't give it to him. And that wasn't enough, no, when the will was read and they all figured it out in time that he had left everything, EVERYTHING to me and he had set up a trust for Faye for when she turned 18, and they got NOTHING, not one red cent....they disowned us both. Jamie was still living and he wouldn't even look at me. I think Andrews' death is what pushed him to the edge."

"A month later, Jamie was death and buried. I didn't attend that funeral. It would have been big of me to do him right, but at the same time, I knew his old contracts were going to be there and I feared for my well being. My law suits didn't sit well considering it caused the company to close it's doors. I was afraid that if I showed my respects, someone would take it upon themselves to teach me a lesson
or give me their thank you for all the trouble I caused."

"Then again, I still have a career and the rest of them are either dead, in rehab, or selling real estate."

"The moral of my story? That none of you girls will ever have a more legit reason as to why you do what you do. I keep going, injury after injury, downfall after downfall, because I owe it to the man who gave me my shot. The man who didn't give up. I owe it to Andrew. I know that he is with me at every match. I know that he's with me always. I know he's in heaven and he's smiling down because he knows that he at least did one thing right, and that was to give a blood red haired
warrior a chance. He gave a little girl a chance at life. I know Faye and Him and are both sitting side by side, watching mommy and wife do what she does best, and that's give my all."

++The rain letting up, the wipers singing their swan song. She turned the motor and gave it some gas. All as if Andrew was finally
satisfied++

"You will never give as much as I give, you will never have as much on your shoulders as I have, you will never compare to me and above all you will never understand. If you aren't in it for the money, you are in it for the fame, if it ain't the fame, it's some sob story much like mine, but something we have all heard once or twice before by someone who got over it. You got your problems, I got mine, but I gaurentee that if you walked in my shoes, you would have killed
yourself a long time ago."

"I'm sorry Jon."

++++++++++++++

Jasolyn O'Niel

[Scene opens in a dance club atmosphere where the place is really jumpin'. People are crowded into one another barely any room to even move. Security on their headsets trying to weed out the few assholes in the place over the incredibly loud Eminem song rockin' the whole place]

Guess who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back,
guess who's back, guess who's back,
guess who's back, guess who's back,
guess who's back...

[Camera comes in from behind to stand behind a female with the security headset on...]

Security sounding guy: Hey J I have a guy at 12 o'clock trying to work his way some skanks dress...do you copy.

Female: I copy Cory, what's your 20?

Cory: In front of the bay doors. Creepy suspect is 6'4" dirty blonde hair I'd say 250ish, mid 30's

Female: 10-4 Cor...I'll- [ruckus coming from the bar] Wait hold that thought...

Bartender: J!!! This asshole is trying to tell me I stiffed him!

[Camera turns around to see Jasolyn O'Neil, former female wrestler now head bouncer for some nightclub back in her home town on Long Island, NY]

Jasy: What seems to be the problem here gentleman?

Patron #1: I asked this guy for a screwdriver and he brings me a OJ with what I think is very little alcohol in it at all.

Bartender: And I put the required amount that I was taught. Just cause he can't do this job doesn't mean I stiffed you!

Jasy: Now guys there must be a reasonable way to solve this problem. Is this the drink right here?

Patron #1: Yea it is!

[Jasy takes the glass looks at it And starts drinking it and drinking it....and drinking it...going, going...gone]

Jasy: AHHH!!! Taste fine by me.

Patron #1: Hey what the hell?!?

Jasy: Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to completely finish it. Would you like another?

Patron #1: You better believe it bitch. And it will be coming out of your pay check!

Jasy: BITCH?!? Wow I don't think I've been called that for about 5 minutes now. Look, if you don't like how things are done around here then you should leave.

Patron #2: Joey man come on lets get out of here, she's nothing but a washed up wrestler anyways.

Jasy: Woah woah woah...washed up?? Just cause I decided to take time off to raise my family I'm washed up? Last time I remembered I was kicking guys asses on a nightly basis that were about the size of you. In fact I still do it on a nightly basis here now. I'm not the head of this little operation for nothing gentlemen. Now pay your tabs and get the hell out of my club before I throw your sorry drunken asses out myself.

Joey: Yeah...heh...right

Bartender: [on his headset] we're going to need an ambulance for two in about 5 minutes

Headset sound: 10-4

[Patron #2 goes to try and hit Jasy with a right hook, Jasy ducks and palm shots him right in the ribs. As he doubles over in pain Joey comes at her in which she round-house kicks him right in the face. As she watches him fall to the ground #2 comes up from behind her grabs her and picks her up. She reverses that in what can only be explained as a forward roll that takes him over as well. She kips up as Joey shatters a beer bottle left on the bar and comes at her with that. He swipes it at her as she moves to avoid it. He comes at her again in a straight stab, she turns grabs his arm, twist and break not only the hold that he has on the bottle but his arm as well. Elbows him in the face and arm drags him over. Looks up to see #2 getting up and just for good measure superkicks him in the face to knock him into the crowd that has gathered around to watch the fight]

Jasy: ANYONE ELSE WANT TO SEE HOW WASHED UP I AM???

[The crowd mummers and looks around to see if anyone drunk and stupid enough wants to try but no one steps forward]

Jasy: [brushing her blonde hair out of her face] That's what I thought. Mark bottle of water. Cory get these assholes some medical attention please. I catch either of you dumb mother fuckers in here again and I won't hesitate to repeat the process. Are we clear?

Joey: Bitch you broke my arm!

Jasy: And you tried to stab me. Be happy I didn't break you're balls either for that shit. Usually I like to SING. [see Miss Congeniality] Now get the hell out of my joint.

Mark: Jasy here.

[Mark (the bartender) hands her a bottle water and a towel. As the crowd clears and the rest of security picks up whats left of the two idiots she sits at the bar wiping off the sweat and drinking her water]

Mark: Man we have got to find a more creative outlet for you to take out all that aggression. You could of killed those two if you weren't more careful.

Jasy: And who said I was trying to kill them? Guys like that need to be taught a lesson Mark. You just can't come in here expect to get very expensive drinks for very little money. And calling me a bitch?? My exes didn't show me that much disrespect I'm sure as hell not going to allow that from two jackasses that walk off the street into my place of business. Anyways I have the creative outlet, or haven't you heard I'm not going to be around much here soon?

Mark: Ah I take it that's why the camera are hanging around?

Jasy: Yep. Your boss is about to reenter back into the life that was here very shortly. It's like the Ghost of fucking Christmas Past to start off too. You know I was booked against a very close friend's wife? I mean I'm happy as hell cause I know she was taught by the best so it's going to be a challenge but my best friend. The man that is like my little brother? We took so much shit from my ex-husband together that we were pretty much family. I can't wait to see them all again too. Who knows what could happen? I just hope that AsH realizes that his sister comes before his wife. I was his family long before she was. Though Karen Rea is a nice girl and all.

Mark: Well [raises his bottle of water] here's to ya boss. I hope you get what you're looking for in IGA.

[Jasy taps her bottle to Marks and takes a long drink]

Jasy: Do me a favor Mark clean up before you leave tonight. I'm going to go take a very hot shower. [looks at the camera] and no you can't watch. Good night IGA..

[She puts her hand over the lens and the camera goes black]

Erika Sato

Act I: An Alliance of Thieves; Thirty Minutes

## Thirty minutes, a blink of an eye.
Thirty minutes,to alter our lives.
Thirty minutes,to make up my mind.
Thirty minutes,to finally decide. ##

D: "Mind telling me exactly why your doing this?"

|...as the voice, familiar to some, dies out, the camera opens with the view of a snow covered city outside a large window. Snow covers some of the ground, not all, the percipitation still falling steadily. The sights on the buildings are foreign, in Kanji, an obvious sign that we are in Japan. As the camera pulls further back, we can see reflections in the windows. A young asian woman standing to our left, a gentleman to her, and our, right sitting in a chair across the room. She looks at him in the window as she answers...|

E: "Expand my horizons...or...something like that."

|...he shakes his head as he pulls a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, along with a golden zippo lighter. Placing one between his lips, he flicks the zippo open and turns the wheel with his thumb, igniting the flint. Holding it to the end of the cigarette, he inhales, drawing the flame close, burning and lighting the end of it...|

D: "Hey, Erika...want one?"

|...she nods. He takes the pack and tosses it to the woman, who in turn, does the same lighting a cigarette of her own. She goes to toss the lighter back to him but waves her off......|

D: "Keep it."

E: "Thanks, Dev."

|...he grins...|

D: "...as long as you tell me the real reason you're doing this."

|...she shoots an evil glare at him as she spins around. Leaning up against her luggage, she sighs deeply...|

E: "Do you remember one of the first things you told me when I arrived at the dojo?"

D: "Lockers on the left?"

|...she shakes her head...|

E: "No...you told me that I should never..."

D: "...stop learning. I know."

E: "And that's what I'm doing. I'm going to learn. I've done it all here, Dev. I've been the Ace. I've been the one everyone wants to destroy, I've been the one everyone wants to be...there's nothing else to do here. It's time for me to hit the american circuit, the unconquered lands."

|...Devon shakes his head, knowing her mind is made up...|

D: "You know, your mother would kill me if she knew I was letting you go to America to wrestle. Hell, she damn near killed me when I told her I was training you. To, I've the strangest feeling she already knows..."

E: "Chances are she does. I could never fool my mother. As much as we try to be spies, you can never fool those who know you best."

|...Devon nods his head before looking at her quizically...|

D: "What doyou mean by us trying to be spies?"

E: "Think about it. We're constantly running around, city to city. Can't ever hold a real relationship, so if by chance we do have one, it's usually with someone we work with. You of all people should know that."

D: "...no comment."

E: "We're always looking on new ways to be better than everyone else, wether it be a new move. New training style, new wrestling style or simply something to say to get our opponents off their game. We're like spies for ourselves. One identiy working for the other, in some cases but if you look at the big picture, it's just one gigantic alliance of theives."

D: "Speaking of which, any clue who your opponent is?"

E: "Yea, Atsutane Shigenori."

D: "Ah...the Lynx. Know much about her? I mean I've heard the name but never saw her in person."

E: "Not much. Know she's quick. Young. Likes to fly..."

D: "So, she's a cat with wings."

E: "Which begs the question...do I clip or de-claw?"

D: "Well...as Liz taught me, when in doubt...do both."

|...Erika giggles and shakes her head...|

E: "Tell me, would it be safe to assume that everything you taught me, Liz taught you so in effect, I've been trained by the Great Apathy?"

D: "I...suppose you could think of it that way, but I wouldn't exactly stick that on your resume. She's not got the greatest bedside manner in this business."

E: "And you do?"

D: "Well...better than hers."

|...Devon looks down at his watch before slowly standing up from the chair...|

D: "We've got about a half hour before you gotta be at the airport. I'm gonna grab a bite to eat, want anything?

|...Erika shakes her head no. Devon turns and makes his way to the door as she turns back towards the window...|

D: "You sure you want to do this?

E: "Yea...I'm sure."

|...opening the door, Devon steps through, closing it behind him...|

E: "I think..."

|...she pulls a picture from her jacket pocket and looks at it carefully before holding it close to her chest...|

E: "Mama...Papa...forgive me..."

||FTB||

Lara Leigh Love

[The scene opens to Lara Leigh Love, standing before a "RISING" banner, arms folded across her chest and a huge grin on her face. The raven haired vixen wears a black, halter top and jeans, completing the look with boots, her hair falling down her back.]

LLL: Well, it looks like the Agency isn't quite as strong as they thought they were, huh? Those silly bitches spent months, running their mouths about how _they_ were the future of the IGA women's division and that Apathy and I were fossils that needed to be put out to pasture. It must have been quite the shock then, when those same fossils beat their asses, at Combat Zone, and showed them to be the pathetic, talentless bimbos that we've all known them to be.

How did it feel, Holly, to finally have all of your dumb tricks catch up to you? I'm sure you and those other hoes will be making hundreds of excuses, for why you got beat. But everyone knows the truth. Apathy and I owned your asses.

And we ain't done yet.

[Her grin widens.]

LLL: Remember. What goes up, has eventually gotta come down. And your time as Queen Bees around here is pretty much over. We're done letting a bunch of plastic fantastic skanks run this division, by keeping the real and legitimate athletes down. So now, it's time to start fighting back.

You got a small taste of what we can do at Combat Zone. But tonight, you ladies will get us coming at you full blast. Me, Apathy, and Tori are about to reclaim this division. And we've got no problem doing it over your broken bloody bodies.

[She sneers.]

LLL: Bitches.

[Fade.]

The Agency

[The camera opened up to the photo shoot of the Agency as it came to a close and the 3 beauties climbed off the furn skin bed, Holly taking up the IGA RISING's Women's Title while the tag titles were taken up by Nikki Glass and Amber Able's replacement, Nikita Sabine. J.P. York...yes...THE J.P. York made his way into view with a microphone in hand, smiling now that he wasn't working at Circuit City any more.]

J.P.: Ladies, Can I get a word with you!?

Holly: [rolls her eyes] Do we have to?

Nikita: Isn't there a restraining order against you?

J.P.: Not anymore! Jazz rehired him for RISING!

Nikita: Lovely....I'm sure he's probably missed firing you. So don't get too comfortable in your new position.

J.P.: As much as I hate to admit it, you're probably right. But this isn't about me for a change, it's about you. RISING's Elite, the IGA RISING Women's Champion and Tag Team Champions. You hold all the gold going into this venture of the IGA to give their Female Athletes an equal basis and show to perform on as the men. How do you all feel about this chance you're being given?

Nikki: We all knew it was just a matter of time before we got our own show. And by we I mean, The Agency, you can not have 3 women as beautiful as us in the same place without giving them everything they want. We wanted to Climaxxx, and we did [coy smile] just that. This is the show that we've had coming to us all along.

Holly: I agree. It's about damned time we got our shine. Now that the Agency is here, things have finally picked up in this sad sack division. You don't see the same old, tired hags, week after week, trading the title back and forth until the fans are practically comatose from boredom. Now, the fans have a new group to lust over, women as talented, in the ring, as we are sexy. So, it's about time that the IGA gave us a forum to showcase what we bring. Because, even though there are some other women on this show, there's no mistaking that tonight is all about us.

Nikita: They're right. It's been far too long since we've had a chance to truely show off our talent and abilities. We were nothing but a side show attraction in the IGA for years, the IGA could have just hired a bunch of midgets to run around ringside in place of us for all I cared. We were under used and they knew that. RISING: Climaxxx is going to bring about a new Era in the IGA where not only talent...but beauty will rise above the used up haggard old Whorres like Tori Vale and Apathy and Lara Leigh love.

J.P.: Which brings me to the fact that Tori Vale has basicly put Amber Able on the shelf indefinetly. I see you're carrying around the other Women's Title Nikita.

Nikita: [With a smug grin] I'm glad to see masturbation doesn't make you go blind. Amber was twit, I really won't miss her. I'm sorry Nikki, I know she was your partner and your friend. But look at it like an upgrade.

Holly: Exactly. With Nikita around, all I hear is "Amber Who?".

Nikki: I carried Amber for a year as half of the tag team champions, now it's only right that I have a partner who can actually carry her own weight in the ring. And who's not as dumb as a box of rocks.

Nikita: And anyhow, she's an idiot...She's sleeping with Andy Madison, anyone who does that is half retarded.

[A moment of silence as Holly and Nikki kinda look away for a moment. J.P. grinning and looking at the 3.]

J.P.: So who here hasn't slept with Andy Madison....

[Silence, Nikita raising her brow as she looked to Holly and Nikki for a moment.]

Nikita: Ugh...THIS ISN'T ABOUT OUR SEX LIVES YOU PERV!

Nikki: This is Harassment! Your allegations aren't needed or wanted and unless you want to be shucking Microwave ovens back at K-Mart, I'd watch what you say! Or I can just have Tony make you disappear!

Holly: Seriously! This is about wrestling! Do you sit there and badger Mark Pure about who he sleeps with? Of course, you don't! You only insult us like this because we're women, you sexist piece of trash!

J.P.: WHOA! WHOA! OK! OK! So tell me what's the Agency's plan now that RISING is underway, that Women's Title was barely held onto at Requiem for Pain, if it wasn't for Nikita, Apathy would be the champion now. Your looks won't help you in the ring during your next meeting Holly, are you doing anything different to prepare?

[Holly sneers.]

Holly: Obviously, someone wasn't watching _my_ match at Requiem for Pain. Otherwise, you would have seen me practically owning Grandma Apathy. I was beating that skank from pillar to post, whipping her around that cage like a beatdown rag doll. The only reason Nikita intervened is because she saw how badly I was beating that hag and didn't want to see anymore elder abuse.

J.P.: But the tape...

Holly: [cutting him off] I wasn't done! Where was I? Oh yeah, I was beating Apathy so bad that you could see the coke coming out of her nose. But if you thought that was bad, you haven't seen anything yet. Tonight, I am going to finally shut her up for good. I am so sick of her whining and crying about The Agency. Fact is, we outclass her and those other two partners of hers, and that will certainly be proven, when we all step in that ring!

J.P.: Nikki, Tori is back and she's been sipping on Essex's special brand cause she's looking like a real "Crazy Bitch". She's hard more time to rest and heal up since your first meeting, are you able to handle arguably the greatest IGA Women's Champion...

Holly: [interrupts] Second greatest...Mr. York!

J.P.: Sure...Second Greatest Women's champion of all time.

Nikki: That used up biker slut has been road hard and put away wet more times then Apathy at a goth convention. Tori Vale is old news...no one cares about her anymore. It's about the Agency, it's about Nikki Glass and Holly Hotbody and the Queen Bee. Those 3 hags we'll be fighting are just jealous, you have the 3 hottest and most talented women in the IGA RISING. We get the modeling offers, we get the TV and Movie rolls...what does Tori Vale get. A CD that sold less copies then Kevin Fedderline's?! Another reason, I'm glad I'm not her!

J.P.: And then there's Lara Leigh Love, another former women's champion that has made it clear that the Agency is on her list. This must be strange for you, Nikita, considering she was once a friend of yours and your family.

Nikita: No, I was stupid. And I found comfort in someone who was dumber then I am. It's like when we used to have Amber around [she chuckled] She was the ugly which made all of us look better then we already do. Lara Leigh Love's multitude of mistakes in her life has lead her in a parallel path with Apathy. The only difference is that Lara is probably going to end up a Bull Dyke by the end of it all.

Holly: That's right. Nikita's done carrying that crone. Lara Leigh Love might have been scary, back when she first came into the IGA. But now? She's a joke. The only thing scary about her now is that rat's nest hairstyle she's been rocking since '04.

Nikki: And you've taken more then enough of our time, P.J. We've got more important places to be...Ladies...

[Nikki flipped her hair aside into the face of York, sauntering by him. Holly following Nikki and Nikita following after them, shoving J.P. casually out of her way.]

Tori Vale

["The Ugly Stick" was dragged across the bars of "The Modeling Agency's" offices parking lot fence. The large iron fence shielded the Victorian style house from the rest of the world in Beverly Hills. The Ugly Stick was of course, in the hand of the Missouri Minx. Tori Vale. Her hair pulled back in a pony tail with thick black eye liner circling her eyes.]

Tori: Agenceeeeee...come out and plaaaaaaaa...

[Tori frowns and turns around, the camera following her.]

Tori: After I broke Amber Able I can't blame her friends for not wanting to come out here and play with me. After all, it is the holiday season and I am all about making it festive but every time I even think about those 4 whores It makes me wanna...

[Tori turned back to the fence and whipped the police baton against the iron bars. The clang ran out through the air. Tori sneering towards the Agency's offices.]

Tori: You 3 can stay locked away behind your neatly papered walls and laugh it up while stuffing your little piggy faces full of twinkies and Milwaukee's Best ... yeah that's right just because you have money don't mean you have class ya botox bimbo's. On Climaxxx though, the 3 of you won't be laughing, and when I'm done, none of you will be able to get a job modeling for anything short of Weta ... you know the company who makes all those masks for horror movies.

[Vale sneers and makes a contorted face]

Tori: 2007 hasn't been the best year. From being dropped on my neck by Nikki's goon squad boyfriend to losing to Glass at the Team Challenge Series. It looks like it's time to end 2007 on a good note and put the next member of the Agency out of action for good. [Slapping the Ugly Stick into the palm of her hand, she clutched it tight.] You're going to see exactly why I'm the Crazy Bitch of the IGA and reclaiming my throne.

Tori: The only thing we can all agree on is that this was a long time coming. Lara Leigh Love, Apathy, even Tawny Blake and Svetlana Torochev all worked hard to make the IGA's women division respected. We're not all just pretty faces, we are the toughest women on the planet and we deserve everything we've gotten. Now that we've got our own show, where any men they come on it are going to be the side show attraction, it's time to start a new era for Women's Wrestling not just for the IGA but for the World. And hell will freeze over before I let some cheap tramp like Holly Hotbody lead the way.

Tori: I won't rest until each and every member of The Agency are handed their pink slips and if those pink slips are red and soaked in blood ... so be it ... I'm an equal opportunity destroyer so if anyone dares stand in my way take note.

[Tori's eyes go wide as she draws her face to the camera]

Tori: I'm coming after you next!