Evonne Carmikel
vs
Zantara Underworld
Garry: Ladies and gentlemen we are about to start the main event of tonights
PPV.
Sandra: Yes the ring has been cleaned up and I am really looking forward to this
match. Archangel has outdone herself with this match. The enforcer for the Body
Shop, Zantara Underworld against the leader of the Syndicate Evonne Carmikel.
Garry: That is MISS Evonne Carmikel to you. Miss Carmikel is one of the truly
great women in the wrestling industry. She is a brilliant business woman and
fine wrestler. Most of all, she is a clean and honest wrestler, unlike those
cheaters from the Shop.
Sandra: (incredulously) Evonne is a clean and honest wrestler?
Garry: MISS Carmikel is a paragon of virtue.
Sandra: Have you been hitting the bottle again?
Garry: You wouldn't know honest wrestling if you saw it. And you will never see
it watching the body shop. Especially watching this freak that Miss Carmikel is
forced to wrestle because the jealousy of the higher ups in the BRA
administration. Zantara Underworld is one fry short of a happy meal. She is also
vicious, mean and underhanded. Her name should be Zantara Underhanded. I'm sure
she will have some illegal object in the ring with her tonight.
Sandra: Of course she will. This is a no hold barred, no DQ, match. I expect
both of the wrestlers to have a lot of foreign objects with them tonight.
Garry: NO holds barred, No DQ! Miss Carmikel's beautiful face could be scared in
this match. That mental hospital reject, Zantara, is sure to try to disfigure.
This his horrible.
Sandra: Not only do I think Zantara will disfigure Evonne, I'm looking forward
to it.
(Suddenly the crowd begins to boo as two figures walk down the wrestlers
entrance ramp. One a middle-aged man and the other a voluptuous red-haired
woman. The man appears in his 1930's style psychiatrist's jacket, looking like
some kind of horrible and twisted ghastly creature. Nurse Ansalong, the
busty redhead, in her nurse's uniform, looks more like a stripper's tease outfit
than a licensed member of the medical profession Ansalong caries an oversized
Doctor's bag.)
Garry: We have a special treat tonight. The TWO BIGGEST BOOBS in wrestling.
(Slap)
Sandra: Keep your smutty comments to yourself.
Garry: I was taking about Nurse Ansalong AND Dr. McKinley. Who did you think I
was talking about?
Sandra: I know who you were talking about.
Garry: Get your mind out of the gutter.
(Dr. McKinley high fives unsuspecting fans. He stops at one fan and autographs
his program. The fan swats McKinley in the head with it. The fans, or at least
the male fans are more interested in Nurse Ansalong. She stops occasionally and
kisses a lucky fan. McKinley gives a copy of the book he has written to a fan.
As he walks away, the fan throws the book and hits him on the head. Dr. McKinley
merely smiles, picks up the book and gives it to a more appreciative fan. They
both make their way to the announcer's table where they sit. Dr. McKinley puts
on a headset.)
Sandra: (sarcastically) To what do we owe the honor of your presence, Dr.
McKinley?
McKInley: As persona physician to Miss Carmikel, I need to be present to make
sure no further injury comes to her.
Sandra: So you are telling the BRA audience that Evonne Carmikel is under the
care of a Psychiatrist. That is news, but not unexpected.
McKinley: I am a doctor. I treat injuries to the mind as well as the body. Miss
Carmikel is under my care for the injury she sustained as a result of the
vicious attack upon her person by Sherry Ann. An unidentifiable contusion
to the metaphysical carpel vascular nerve, is not something to be trifled with.
Garry: Is that what Miss Carmikel suffered? That sounds serious.
Sandra: I heard that it is all fake.
McKinley: Madam, are you questioning my medical opinion?
Sandra: I am questioning your medical credentials.
McKinley: (Takes out a notebook and begins writing in it.) Hmmmm . . .
Interesting. Confrontational. Unmarried at 65 . . .
Sandra: (Outraged) I am NOT 65!
McKinley: Denial, defensiveness and she bites her lip.
Sandra: (Stops biting her lip) You're the crazy one.
McKinley: Oppositional behavior. Very interesting.
Garry: What is it doctor?
McKinley: A text book example of Rynski-Korsokov syndrome. It involves prolonged
childhood. The last element missing is, does she wear Winnie the Pooh panties
still?
GARRY: She does, doctor! I saw them myself a couple of weeks ago.
(Slap)
Sandra: That's a lie. They were NOT Winnie the Pooh panties.
Garry: Believe me, doctor, they were. That is a sight will continue to give me
nightmares for years.
McKinley: (Raising an eyebrow and looking at Garry.) Nightmares about your
coworker. Hmmm . . . interesting.
Garry: Uhhhmm. We don't need to talk about me. Hey isn't that Evonne's . .
. er I mean Miss Carmikel's music?
(Goldfinger begins to play over the sound system but it is suddenly and very
abruptly ceased. It is replaced by the familiar, caterwauling guitar intro of
Ted Nugent's "Cat Scratch Fever." The music reaches ear splitting
levels that almost drowns out the announcers. The noise of the crowd indicates
that they know the identity of the intruder.)
Gary: Hold it....what the hell....no it can't be!
McKinley : Who in the hell would dare interupt Evonne Carmikel! This is
blasphemy!
Sandra:: Judging from the crowd they know and I'm sure you know as to well who
it is! And there she is, The Darling One....It's Darling Katie in all of glory,
like MacArthur returning to the Phillipines!
Katie walks out on the ramp dressed in a hot pink leather catsuit that fits her
like a second layer of skin. The legs of the suit are lined with white fringe
and the ensemble is completed with matching sling back, open toe, stiletto
pumps. Her long blond hair is braided in a long pony tail that hangs over her
right shoulder. Her blue eyes are covered by a pair of round, red lensed Gloria
Vanderbilt sunglasses. In her hand is a base ball bat.
The crowd begins to cheer even louder than before at the sight of Katie. It is
evident that she was missed by her fans and the welcome she receives is that of
a returning conqueror.
McKinley: She looks like a demented version of Laura Croft.
Sandra: Well say what you want but it seems that 40,000 screaming fans are in
complete and utter disagreement with you. They love their Darling One and they
are glad that she is back. And it looks like she is back with a vengence.
Katie motions for a microphone and is quickly handed one by a stage hand.
"Evonne Carmikel...... fancy seeing your mug here."
The crowd responds with a righteous pop as Katie scans the crowd and flashes her
famous radiant pepsodent smile.
"Vonnie....and I do believe I've earned the right to call you that, seeing
as we have really gotten to know each other over the last year........ Our
relationship has been like a football game. 1999 was the first half of the game.
I wll concede that to you. 2000 is Y2Katie and it is the second half, this time
you are kicking to me and as you can see all of the momentum is going in my
direction."
The crowd grows into a near riot frenzy as they cheer for their heroine.
Security begins to move into specially assigned areas to control the crowd
should things get out of hand.
Katie slings the bat over her left shoulder, raises her right hand to her face
and blows on her pink painted nails. She looks over the top of her glasses and
once again begins to speak.
"Zantara....... you side show freak." The crowd begins yelling in
approval and begins to chant K-T K-T K-T.........
"You seem to be a little bit confused. Its just a little itty bitty bit
though, nothing that a good asskicking wouldn't fix. Evidently you need your
computer re-booted. "
Katie brings the bat down and holds it up and looks at it intently.
"The computer programer is here and there is nothing to stop me from
burying this thing neck deep inside that steel plate of yours."
Another righteous pop is given by the audience, some of whom have begun shaking
the barricades in agreement with the Darling One.
"In closing..... Z get your act together all it takes is for Sherry to give
me the go ahead. Carmikel..... don't make me come looking for you."
A stage hand walks out and lays a bucket of baseballs down at Katie's feet.
"Turn it on, Crank it up and....." Katie points the bat at the
audience and they respond with a thunderous "COME GETCHA SELF
SOME!!!!!!!"
With that Katie begins pulling the baseballs out of the bucket. Each one
autographed by Mark McGwire and her, and she begins tossing them one by one up
in the air and slapping them out into the crowd with her bat.
McKinley: That is an interesting woman. She made some interesting psycho-sexual
references there. Notice the little baseball bat she 's using. Is she married?
Garry: Yes, but I've heard there are problems in that marriage.
McKinley: I now believe I know what the problem is. I would like to do a
physical exam of her husband. Hmmmmm . . . that is interesting. I would like to
have her at my clinic in Dentonvale. She could be a whole year's worth of
treatment. Do you know if her family is wealthy . . . er . . . I mean where her
family is?
( The arena lights dim as the infamous sounds of GOLDFINGER begin to play
over the loudspeakers. Katie panics and runs through the crowd and out of the
arena as Gold Spotlights begin to move around the arena as thousands of little
pieces of gold snowflakes float from the rafters and down to the floor..
Each piece the metallic gold paper bares the words " Be Honored,
you've just been touched by Greatness" )
(All the spotlights converge on the wrestlers entrance as the music slowly
fades. All eyes watch the entrance as the spotlights slowly fade out. Suddenly
without warning there is a blinding flash of light and pryo. "The World is
Not Enough" by Garbage begins to play as the curtains slowly part.
Evonne steps out onto the ramp. Her tall body is covered head to toe in a
genuine white mink fur coat. Evonne's eyes are covered by a pair of sunglasses
as she walks slowly down the ramp. As she walks, she ignores the jeer's and
taunts from the heathens. She stops at ringside and extends her arms. It is then
that Ivana Harlote, Evonne's assistant runs down the ramp with her briefcase and
carefully removes the coat. The first thing that is noticed is the cast on
Evonne's right arm. An injury on the ski slopes has forced her to wear a
cast. The rest of Evonne's wrestling attire consists of her black and gold body
suit that opens to reveal part of her left side. On her feet she wears her black
Gucchi Wrestling boots, with silver dollar signs. Her arms are bare, her hands
are covered by a pair black and gold gloves. Her hair is tied in a tight
ponytail. Ansalong walks over to Evonne's corner with the oversized Doctor's
bag.)
Garry: WOW! That injury must have been serious. Miss Carmikel is still in a
cast.
McKinley: The injury is serious. It requires her to wear that cast. But with a
cast, she can still wrestle.
Sandra: Something seems fishy about the whole thing
McKinley: (Writing in his notebook) Ah, piscinephobia. I was afraid that might
appear. (He looks sadly at Sandra and shakes his head.)
Sandra: OH, shut up, you crack part.
(The loudspeaker starts with an original, scratchy version of Irving Berlin's
"Cheek to Cheek." Then that fades into "Fright Night" by the
J. Geils Band. Zantara will walk out slowly once the new tune starts,
dressed in her black suit with purple pinstripes; a purple shirt underneath;
black, steel-tipped boots. She is wearing a special pair of sunglasses -ones
that are strapped on. The crowd will boo greatly, as she is definitely NOT
the fan favorite. In turn, she sneers at them, and returns their negative
comments with ones of her own. She hates them with a passion. In her hands,
instead of her usual guitar case that she sometimes has, she will carry two huge
base fiddle cases (the bass fiddle is larger than the cello). When she gets to
ringside, she violently grabs a microphone from Sandra.)
Sandra: HEEEEEY!
McKinley: Interesting. A true example of the Meyer-Lansky Greenland effect. I
need to study this woman.
Zantara: "Okay, okay, all you morons! Time to shut up for once and listen
to the
voice of one superior to you! I....Hey, shut up and listen!"
(She motions for people to come out.)
Zantara: "Now since we have been forced into this stupid attempt to sell
loads of
stupid tickets, here's what I decided to do. I decided to keep it in this area.
None of this sick, fighting within the fans trash."
(The men are setting up a short cage around the railing separating the fans from
the action. It is about thirteen feet tall. One worker attaches some wiring to
the fence.
Zantara: "Now this here fence is wired to deliver an electric pulse every
five seconds.This will keep bothersome people out, and that includes you idiot
fans!"
Garry: This is crazy! The match is a no DQ match but it is not a cage match.
Zantara can't change the rules like that.
Sandra: The fence is not around the ring. It is around the ring area.
(Evonne argues with the ref. She points at the fence going up around the ring
area. Zantara wanders back and forth in deep thought.
Garry: Evonne will put a stop to this nonsense.
(Evonne continues to argue with the ref as the men rapidly put the fence up. The
ref signals to be given a mic.)
Referee: There is no rule against putting a fence along the barricade. So it is
my decision that the fence will be allowed.
Garry: This is an outrage! I'll bet this is the last match this ref ever works
in BRA.
(Evonne continues to argue with and threaten the ref.)
Zantara: "I just thought of something. I made a statement to that
fool Archangel
about how this match wasn't going to take place!"
Sandra: That is right! Zantara has been threatening all week to just lie on the
mat and allow Evonne to pin her.
Garry: The only smart thing that psycho ever did. She at least won't get hurt
that way.
(Zantara lightly hits herself on the forehead with the palm of her hand. Evonne
stops arguing with the ref and watches her.)
Zantara: "Silly me. I forgot. I'll just lay down here and let Evonne
get the win . . . "
(Zantara lays down flat, and Evonne, uneasily at first, walks toward her.)
Garry: PIN HER, MISS CARMIKEL! END THIS MATCH NOW!
Sandra: Archangel will be furious if the match ends like this. I'm sure that
Zantara will be penalized big time, maybe even thrown out of the league.
Garry: Twice as good. Evonne wins and Zantara gets booted. What more could I
want?
Sandra: A brain?
(Evonne struts around the ring. She keeps her eyes on Zantara to see if this is
a trick. The crowd boos loudly at this unexciting finish to the most anticipated
match of the night. Evonne places on foot on Zantara's chest. The ref drops to
the mat.)
ONE
(The crowd boos as Evonne smirks. Zantara moves quickly and gets out from under
Evonne's foot. She stands.)
Zantara: "But wait a minute . . . why should I take the loss? We can easily
screw the
Archangel and these fools out of a match if you, Evonne, let me pin you. How
about it?"
(Evonne covers the microphone and talks with Zantara. First Zantara shakes her
head no, then Zantara says something to Evonne and she shakes her head no.
Evonne talks to Zantara again and Zantara shakes her head yes Evonne lies flat
on her back in the center of the ring.)
Garry: EVONNE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Sandra: I guess she sees the wisdom of not fighting Zantara. I wonder what they
were talking about in the ring.
Garry: I think the pain in Evonne's arm is affecting her thinking.
( Zantara goes quickly to Evonne and places her foot on Evonne's chest. The ref
drops to the mat and counts. The fans boo even louder now.)
ONE
Garry: I can't believe that Evonne would do this.
TWO
(The crowd goes crazy with booing. They start throwing cups and other items over
the fence. Just as the ref's hand comes down for the count of three, Evonne
lashes out with her hand striking Zantara in the back of the knee. Zantara falls
backward unto the mat. Evonne gets to her feet and grabs Zantara's foot. She
begins to put on a figure four leg lock. Zantara kicks Evonne in the thigh
causing her to break the hold.)
Garry: I knew Evonne wouldn't tank this match. She just lulled Zantara into a
false sense of security.
Sandra: Yeah right! You knew it all along.
(The cell phone that Ivana holds rings. She answers it and call to Evonne.
Evonne slips out of the ring and begins talking on the phone. Zantara gets to
her feet and stares at Evonne as she talks on the phone. Evonne turns her back
to Zantara as she speaks on the phone.)
Sandra: IS this a match or a chat on the phone?
Garry: SHHHH! Evonne is on the phone. I'm sure it is an important call.
Sandra: This is supposed to be a wrestling match. Get that phone out of here.
(The crowd boos at this stoppage of action. Zantara moves to Evonne's corner but
Evonne continues to talk on the phone ignoring Zantara. Zantara climbs to the
top rope and dives at Evonne. At the last possible second, Evonne steps out of
the way. Zantara crashes hard on the concrete floor. Evonne moves quickly,
getting in a couple of stomps to Zantara's back. Evonne brings her to her feet
and sends Zantara crashing into the fence. Zantara bounces off with no
electrical shock. Evonne quickly nails her with a drop kick sending Zantara into
the fence again)
ZOOOT
(Zantara is shocked bu the electrical current running through the fence. Evonne
moves in to drop kick the stunned Zantara again, but Zantara surprises her by
jumping out of the way of the kick. Evonne's feet hit the fence.)
ZOOOT!
(Both wrestlers have felt the effects of the electrical fence. They both stand
and wait for their heart beats to return to normal, tingling all over. Ivana
reacts quickly she opens Evonne's briefcase and hands her something from it.
Evonne takes it and smirks at Zantara.)
Evonne: " You think you're evil? You don't know the true meaning of the
word, it is Evonne. "
(Evonne squirts the bottle at Zantara. Zantara doesn't react.)
Sandra: (Sniffing the air) That's "Diamonds" by Liz Taylor, I think.
Why would Evonne spray Zantara with perfume?
Garry: I take it you have never been close enough to get a whiff of Zantara.
(Evonne swears and throws the bottle of perfume at Ivana, hitting her in the
head. Zantara comes in swinging, hitting Evonne with a series of brutal punches
to the face, chest and stomach. Evonne grunts as each punch hits home. Evonne
tries to block the punches but Zantara keeps finding openings. She drives Evonne
back into the fence.)
ZOOT!
(Evonne bounces off the fence from the shock. Zantara kicks Evonne in the knee
causing her to squeal in pain as her knee buckles under her. Zantara sends her
steel toed sho into Evonne's unprotected gut. Sinking it deeply into her soft
midsection. Zantara moves in to deliver more punches but freezes in her tracks
as Evonne strikes out with her fist. The punch hits Zantara in the crotch
causing her eyes to bug out and her mouth to form a perfect O. Zantara staggers
backward before dropping to her knees. Both wrestlers remain in this position
trying to get past the pain.)
Garry: A brutal attack by Zantara but Evonne's quick thinking stopped it.
Sandra: Quick Thinking? It was a low blow.
Garry: No it was a well-reasoned defense.
(Evonne is the first to move. She grabs Zantara and lifts her up and sends her
crashing to the concrete floor with a power bomb. Not stopping Evonne brings
Zantara to her feet and sends the back of Underworld's head crashing to
the floor with a reverse DDT. Evonne continues the assault by rolling Zantara
over and applying a Boston Crab. Zantara screams and pounds the floor as Evonne
increases the pressure. The ref asks Zantara if she submits. Zantara spits in
his face for his effort. Zantara begins to crawl across the floor of the arena
headed for the fence. Evonne increases the pressure on Zantara's back but
Zantara still refuses to submit. With a great final effort Zantara lunges
forward ands up and grab the fence.)
ZOOOT!
(Both wrestlers are shocked by the electricity. Evonne releases her hold. Evonne
gets to her feet as Zantara lies on the floor trying to massage her back. Evonne
grabs Zantara by the hair and trows her against the ring apron. She grabs
Zantara by the back of her shirt and pants and heaves her under the roes, into
the ring. Evonne climbs to the ring and prepares to enter it. She stretches out
her arms to receive the boos of the fans. She also receives the sole of
Zantara's boot to her belly. Evonne grunts but holds the ropes to keep from
falling to the floor. Zantara sends another boot, this time to Evonne's already
injured right knee. Evonne screams as her knee buckles. Zantara gets to her feet
and grabs Evonne hair and forces her to her feet. Evonne is placed in a front
head lock. Zantara falls to her knees forcing Evonne's neck across the top rope.
She releases Evonne and Evonne is catapulted off the ring apron and onto the
arena floor.)
Sandra: A nasty surprise for Evonne. She is rolling on the floor gagging.
Garry: Don't worry, her trusty secretary, Ivana is coming to her aid.
Sandra: I don't know how much use Ivana is. She didn't help much with that
perfume.
Gary: Well Evonne is back on her feet and seems to be breathing better. LOOK OUT
EVONNE!
CLANG!
Garry: Oh no Zantara has leaped over the top rope and nailed Evonne with a
flying head butt. What was that clang I heard?
Sandra: Zantara has a steel plate in her head.
Garry: Ouch!
(Evonne drops to the floor holding her head. Zantara is even staggered by the
head butt. Zantara runs to one of her bass fiddle cases and, with a key tied
around her wrist, opens it. She takes a base ball out of it. She runs to the
side of the ring that Evonne is on. Evonne has once again helped to her feet by
Ivana.)
Garry: What did the nut case get out of her fiddle case?
McKinley: I think it is a baseball.
Sandra: The windup and the pitch!
THUNK!
Sandra: A strike right to the back of Evonne's already hurting head.
(Evonne groans and falls to the floor.)
Garry: This is not good. Evonne looks unconscious.
(Zantara grabs Evonne and throws her into the ring. Evonne is still not moving.
Zantara gets into the ring and drags the millionaire wrestler into the center of
the ring. She then kneels on Evonne's shoulders in a school girl pin. The ref
drops to the mat.)
ONE!
THUNK!
(Zantara is clobbered on the back of the head by A briefcase wilding Ivana.
Zantara breaks the pin. The referee tries to force Ivana out of the ring as
Nurse Ansalong quickly moves to Evonne and puts smelling salts under her nose.
The ref is still distracted by Ivana but not for long as Zantara scoops her up
and deposits her outside the ring with a body Evonne manages to regain her
senses as Zantara chases Ansalong out of the ring with a well-placed boot to
Ansalong's large posterior. Ansalong crashes out of the ring. Evonne is on one
knee as Zantara returns to her. Evonne holds her hands in front of her and
pleads with Zantara.)
Evonne:" Stop, Please, we can work this out ..I thought you liked
me!?"
(Zantara rolls her eyes at this and kicks Evonne in the side. But Evonne blocks
the kick and grabs Zantara's leg. Evonne lunges to her feet and sends a
surprised Zantara to the mat with the move. Evonne drops the elbow with the cast
on it across Zantara's knee. Zantara screams in pain.)
Garry: I thought an elbow drop like that would have broken Evonne's cast.
Sandra: I'm surprised it didn't
McKinley: I would have been surprised if it did.
(Evonne is back to her feet but she is still trying to shake the cobwebs out of
her head. Zantara gets gingerly to her feet checking on her knee. Zantara goes
to Evonne but is met by an eye rake to the face. Zantara staggers backward her
hands clutching her face. Evonne grabs her by her arm and sends Zantara crashing
into the ropes. On the rebound Evonne nails Zantara with a spinning heel kick.
NO! Zantara has grabbed Evonne's leg. Zantara smiles at Evonne but is nailed in
the back of the head with an Enziguri. Zantara realeases Evonne's leg and
staggers forward. Evonne moves in quickly and takes Zantara up and over in a
snap suplex. Zantara hits the mat hard. Evonne gets to her feet and grabs
one of Zantara's feet. She begins to rap Zantara's legs into a figure four leg
lock. Zantara struggles and manages to kick Evonne in the leg forcing her to
release the hold. Zantara quickly scrambles out of the ring as Evonne goes to
her brief case and takes something out. Zantara unlocks her bass fiddle case and
brings out a can. Evonne has a lead pipe as she walks quickly around the ring
toward Zantara. Zantara is struggling with the lid of the can.)
Garry: That cheating psycho has got a can of something she is going to use on
poor Evonne.
Sandra: Poor Evonne? She has a lead pipe.
(Evonne walks past the corner of the ring just as Zantara has gotten the lid off
the can. Evonne charges Zantara only to run into a wave of purple paint. Evonne
staggers backward and drops the pipe as she uses her hands to rub the paint out
of her eyes. Zantara sends her steel toed boots into Evonne stomach. Evonne lets
out an OOOOFF! As her hands go to the offended area. Zantara raises the bucket
and Crashes it over Evonne's head. The bucket goes all the way down until the
handle forms a strap around Evonne's chin. Zantara moves around Evonne sending
punches into the bucket which bring muffled cries from Evonne.)
Sandra: It looks like Zantara has just crowned a new Miss BRA. And with a bucket
of purple paint.
McKinley: Purple, that is significant. Do you know that no word rhymes with
purple?
Garry: Is that important?
McKinley: No. I just thought I'd mention it.
(When Evonne brings her hands up to remove the paint bucket, Zantara rains hard
punches into her belly, back and sides. When Evonne moves her hands down,
Zantara punches the paint can. Finally Nurse Ansalong sneaks up behind Zantara
and nails her on the back of her head with a bed pan. Zantara shrieks and drops
to her knees clutching her head. With the moments peace. Evonne is able, with
the help of Ivana, to get the bucket off her head. Evonne spits out a
mouth full of purple paint.)
Sandra: HAHAHAHAHAH! Look who is here! Evonne the grape!
(Even Dr. McKinley and Garry can't suppress a laugh as they look at the purple
paint-covered head of Evonne. Evonne grabs Ivana's blouse and rips it off. She
uses the shirt to wipe enough paint off her face to be able to see. Ivana
reaches into the brief case and hands Evonne another weapon. It is a hair brush.
Evonne throws the brush at Zantara but it hits her on the head and doesn't phase
her. A nervous Ivana reaches into the brief case and gives Evonne another
weapon. This time it is something more useful, brass knuckles. Before Evonne can
get them on Zantara has risen to her feet. She runs at Evonne, who takes off
running around the ring.)
Garry: (Sounding like a track announcer) And they're off. Into the first turn
it's Evonne by a length Zantara trailing. Across the backstretch Evonne widens
her lead to two lengths. Into the far turn it's Evonne by a head. They're into
the last turn with Evonne turning and nailing Zantara in the face.
(Evonne has stopped after getting far enough ahead of Zantara to turn and
surprise her with a fist to the face. Zantara staggers backward as blood gushes
from her noose. Caused by the brass knuckled fist of Evonne.Evonne follows it up
with a series of punches to Zantara's belly, chest and face with her brass
knuckles. Zantara groans after each punch. Evonne presses her advantage, until
she squeals in pain as Zantara kicks her right knee again. Evonne dances on one
leg as she massages her injured knee. Zantara follows that up with a stomp to
the foot of the uninjured leg. Evonne is now hopping around.
Sandra: Do the bunny hop. Hop, hop, hop.
Garry: Shut up! That woman is in pain.
Sandra: That woman IS a pain.
(Zantara grabs the dancing Evonne and sends her crashing to the floor with a
power bomb. Evonne screams and rolls on the floor clutching her back. Zantara
runs to her bass fiddle case and unlocks it again taking out a . . . SLINKY?
Zantara begins to play with the slinky as she walks back to Evonne. Evonne has
gotten to her wobbly feet by the time Zantara returns. Evonne stares in surprise
at Zantara playing with the slinky. Zantara takes advantage of Evonne's surprise
by charging into her and sending her to the floor agin with a shoulder block.
Zantara rolls Evonne onto her stomach and begins to use the Slinky to choke
Evonne. Evonne struggles in vain against the fun filled garrote. Her face is
turning three different shades of blue. The ref jumps down from the ring. He
begins to try to get the slinky away from Evonne's neck.)
Ref: I know this is no DQ but I can stop you from killing her.
(Zantara struggles against the ref and Evonne to keep the choke on. Zantara
lashes at the ref with her right arm, sending the ref against the fence.)
ZOOOT!
(The ref collapses to the floor from the shock of the electricity. Evonne takes
advantage of the momentary distraction to t=get the slinky off her neck. In
frustration Zantara rises and begins to kick and stomp at the prone Evonne.
Evonne rolls into a ball to try to protect herself from the steel toed boots.
The kicks land with sickening thuds on various parts of Evonne's body. Evonne
pleads with Zantara.)
Evonne:"Mercy, It's not my fault. I'm sick, I need help . . . I
love Hades, I love the Ice. I love you "
(Evonne's pleas have no effect on Zantara as she continues to stomp and kick. A
kick to the face has caused Evonne to bleed from her nose. Another kick to her
head has caused her to a gash to open on her forehead. Zantara finally stops the
pounding. She brings Evonne to her feet and throws her into the ring. Zantara
enters the ring and brings Evonne to her feet again. Evonne can barely stand on
her own. Zantara puts a face claw on Evonne.)
Garry: OH NO! It's time for the Hades Hazard!
Sandra: It looks like the end for our purple headed Mistress
(Evonne moans in agony from the face claw. Zantara lifts Evonne in the air by
means of the claw and sends her crashing to the mat in a slam. The last of
Evonne's strength is driven out of her by the move. Zantara keeps the face claw
on until Evonne passes out. She looks around for the referee to declare her the
winner but the ref is still unconscious by the fence. A frustrated Zantara gets
to her feet and goes to the ref. She begins slapping his face in an effort to
revive him. Ansalong and Ivana take the opportunity to enter the ring and try to
revive Evonne. Ansalong waves smelling salts under Evonne's nose as Ivana pats
her hand. Ansalong gives a vial of smelling salts to Ivana to wave under the
nose of the still out cold Evonne. Ansalong takes a needle out of her bag and
jabs it into Evonne's rear. The combination of the smelling salts and te needle
bring a squeal from Evonne as she returns to the arena from her dream land.
Ivana hands Evonne a black jack before leaving the ring. Zantara meanwhile has
managed to revive the ref by slapping him across the face. Although the ref is
now revived, Zantara slaps him a few more times, just for the hell of it. The
ref and Zantara head ack into the ring. Zantara screams in rage when she sees
that Evonne has revived.)
Garry: A close call for Miss Carmikel. If Zantara hadn't knocked the ref into
the fence, she would have won.
Sandra: NO wrestler should ever touch a ref.
(Zantara charges at Evonne only to be met by a black jack to the back of the
head. Zantara slumps to the mat, seemingly out cold. Evonne gets to her feet.
She strikes Zantara in the back of the head with the black jack again just to
make sure she is down. She lifts Zantara up and sends her down to the mat with
her finisher, the Goldnight. It is a reverse pedigree pile driver. The ref drops
to the mat and counts.)
ONE
TWO
THREE
Garry: What an exiting finish to a really hard fought match!
Sandra: Yes it was. A very close match. It seems that Evonne the Grape, with the
help of her friends was able to pull out a victory.
(A purple-covered Evonne can barely move. Ansalong and Ivana help her from the
ring. Dr. McKinley leaves the announcer's table. Zantara slowly gets to her
feet. She walks toward her bass fiddle cases. She open one and climbs into it.
Zantara closes the lid of the case. After about five minutes a ring attendant
carries the case out of the arena.)
The Winner EVONNE CARMIKEL