"The Professor"
Shannon McCourt
vs.
"Miss BRA"
Tiffany Lane
==============
[As the final moments of an advertisement for one of the newer Veronica
Millions T-shirts takes place, the camera goes to black before returning to
the BRA color commentators, Garry and Sandra. Sandra offers a smile to the
camera while Garry is caught saying something to one of the fans behind them
- who is on the other side of the guard rail. Garry turns back around to
face the camera, a scowl on his face.]
Sandra: Welcome back, you're watching the greatest show in the history of
women's wrestling. When looking for the pinnacle of sports entertainment,
look no further than the BRA.
Garry: "Look no further than the bra"? That used to be my motto.
Now
though, I'm reduced to saying "punk, I'll beat your ass".
Sandra: Is that what you said to that guy behind you?
Garry: After what he called me...you'd have said it too. Everyone knows
that
I don't swing that way. Who does he thing I am? Missy McKinley?
Sandra: You'd better watch it. You don't want her to hear you saying
something like that.
[There is a fan in the back, behind Garry and Sandra, who insists on getting
his sign in the shot, regardless of who he has to get in front of. The
sign
reads "Sabrina + Mia = Body Shop Domination". He continues to
plug his sign,
wearing a stupid grin.]
Garry: I tell you what, if people didn't sue at first opportunity, I'd have
jumped that guard rail and --
[Suddenly, the opening chords of "Say My Name" by Destiny's Child
sound
through the arena. Garry is drowned out as Pyro pops explode and fire works
soar through the air. The fans begin to cheer. The curtains part, revealing
"The Goddess" Nina Larue. The beautiful brunette wears a sleeveless,
backless, sparkling, green, Dior gown with matching heels. The dress has a
plunging neckline, that shows off her ample cleavage, and a dangerous slit up
the side,
hugging her curvy form like a second skin. Her long, black hair falls
straight down her back, bangs resting above her sensual, violet eyes. She
arrogantly surveys the crowd before stepping aside, making way for the
reigning "Miss BRA", Tiffany Lane. Tiffany wears a sexy, green, lace,
thong
bikini that shows off her lovely assets and matching, knee-length boots. The
blonde bombshell's long locks are styled in a cascade of luxurious curls that
fall to the small of her back. The two busty beauties pose for the fans
before sashaying to ringside, both being showered in massive catcalls and
wolf whistles. As Tiffany enters the ring, she proceeds to do a seductive
shimmy and shake, driving the
males in the crowd wild. The blonde beauty does a few sexy stretches,
awaiting the start of the match, a smirk across her flawless face.]
Sandra: And here we have the arrival of "Miss Bra" Tiffany Lane.
I'd like to
take the time to remind the fans that this is one of the matches for the
first round of the Featherweight Title Tournament.
Garry: Basically all the lightweights who can't get a real title...
Sandra: What?! I'll have you know that Lisa Dream is in this tournament,
as
well as Veronica Millions, one half of the tag team champions - Shanon
McCourt - who will make her appearance momentarily, and a few rookies like
Eden Starr --
Garry: You mean Eden "Lucky" Starr? She's got to face Le Petite
Marquise in
round one. She won't make it to round two. Jennifer has been trained
by one
of the best, most powerful women in BRA --
[The arena darkens as orange, green and white flash pots light up the place.
As the lights begin to go back on, over the PA "Break Stuff" by Limp
Bizkit
begins to play. "The Professor" Shanon McCourt makes her appearance,
waving
to her fans in the crowd and smiling. Carrying a small Celtic cross for luck,
Shanon always hands it off to one of her fans as she makes her way down to
the ring, slapping hands and greeting her fans. Shanon is dressed in black
sports bra with a bright green four-leaf clover, black boy-cut shorts, black
boots with green clovers on the sides, and black knee savers.]
Sandra: And now Shanon McCourt making another spectacular appearance.
Garry: Spectacular? That was about as fun as watching a senior citizen
wrinkle up. As fun as watching the "Sports Illustrated" swimsuit
special with
your good eye closed...
[Upon entering the ring, Shanon looks towards the back at another woman who
is coming down the ramp. Her face shows fake astonishment, as the arena once
again darkens and then a woman's husky voice says, "She, who has lost her
trust in humans, is damned to burn with Wrath." Then as Madonna's 'Frozen'
blows over the speakers, many red spotlights circles around the arena as the
eerie music plays. Suddenly all goes dark but quickly, three firecrackers
explode in quick successions at the top of the stairs above the fans. The red
spotlight shows Tiffany Epitaphine coming down from between the fans. Tiffany
stands at ring side, near the announcers.]
Garry: What the hell is she doing here?
Sandra: I..I don't know...Whatever kind of collusion could there be between
Tiffany Epitaphine and Shanon McCourt?
[Tiffany shares a sly smile with Shanon, who nods, as if the two are up to
something.]
Sandra: The ref is calling for the bell now...
Garry: And this one's on!!
[Shanon and Tiffany begin to survey each other a bit, each woman circling
their opponent slowly. Finally, the two agree to a collar and elbow tie
up.]
Sandra: And Shanon takes Tiffany Lane down with an excellent armdrag.
[Tiffany rolls to her feet, standing once more. Shanon moves to lock up once
more, but Tiffany meets her with a boot to the midsection. Shanon doubles
over, grasping her stomach. Tiffany hooks her head and takes Shanon over with
an elevated suplex. Shanon's back crashes against the mat as she rolls
onto
her side, one hand on her lower back. Tiffany bounces off the ropes to
drop
a leg across Shanon's face.]
[Tiffany gets to her feet once more as Shanon does much the same. Tiffany
bounces off the ropes again...]
Sandra: Tiffany appears to be wasting no time here.
[Tiffany comes off the ropes, leaping into the air to perform a flying cross
body. However, Shanon counters with a dropkick, crashing both feet against
Tiffany's chest - and combined with the momentum, it snaps her entire body in
the opposite direction, and she lands on her back in a heap.]
Garry: What a...a ...counter by Shanon! My, that had to hurt.
Sandra: Shanon's moving again. Tiffany appears to be winded.
[Tiffany rolls to her stomach, holding one hand to her chest. Her mouth is
open as she tries to regain her breath. Shanon grabs a handful of hair,
pulling her up to a vertical base.]
Sandra: Shanon setting her up now.
[Shanon executes a Russian legsweep that bounces Tiffany's head off the mat.
She scrambles to her feet quickly, grabbing one of Tiffany's legs.
Spinning
around, Shanon locks "Miss BRA" into a figure four leglock.]
Garry: Shanon's trying to end it already! It's a figure four and the ropes
are nowhere in sight! They're in the center of the ring. Do
something Nina!
Sandra: "Do something Nina"??
[Tiffany covers her face with her hands in pain. Shanon continues to lock
on
the pressure, trying to put Tiffany away in the opening minutes of the match.
Nina Larue leaps onto the apron, yelling something at the ref. He
moves to
try to get her off the apron, and she grasps his head, pressing their lips
together.]
Garry: Commentator and not a referee....commentator and not a referee...
[This action causes Shanon to break the hold to see what's going on. She
approaches the "couple" yelling at the ref and pointing towards
Tiffany Lane.
The injured Tiffany moves to her hands and knees, driving a forearm
between
Shanon's legs from behind. Shanon's feet come off the mat as she shrieks,
and she lands on her knees, her arms clutching between her legs.]
Garry: And Tiffany evens things up with a reverse stomach punch...
Sandra: You HAVE to be joking...
[Tiffany stands once more, limping a little towards the wounded Shanon
McCourt. She pulls Shanon to her feet by the hair, and Shanon is happy to
return the favor with a knee to Tiffany's midsection.]
Garry: Aww...low blow by Shanon McCourt.
Sandra: Shanon fights back with a knee to the breadbasket.
[Shanon pushes Tiffany's head down, grasping her around the waist. She
picks
her up and comes down hard with a powerbomb.]
Sandra: Powerbomb! Shanon's going for the cover.
[The ref only gets a two count before Tiffany kicks hard, freeing her
shoulders. Shanon grasps the hair again, and both women manage to get to
their feet. She scoops Tiffany up, slamming her to the mat with a
bodyslam.
Shanon runs towards the ropes, but Nina Larue grabs her foot, tripping her.
Shanon crashes to the mat, her weight and momentum all bringing the pain to
her face and chest.]
[The ref moves to scold Nina - not entierely seeing the event. He warns
her
to step back. She holds her hands up as she protests, insinuating that
nothing happened.]
[As Shanon is stunned, Tiffany runs to leap to the top turnbuckle. Shanon
gets to her feet, looking for her opponent. Just as she turns around,
Tiffany flies from the turnbuckle, driving both feet into Shanon's upper
chest.]
Garry: Missile Dropkick! This is it! Shanon isn't moving to round two!
[Tiffany wastes no time, and goes for the cover.]
One...
two....
Sandra: Shanon kicks out at the last second! Tiffany's complaining to the
ref about a slow count.
[Tiffany shakes her head in disgust as she stands. She pulls Shanon up,
driving her back down with a forearm blow. She then goes to ascend the
turnbuckle again. She raises her arms, flying off to deliver "The
Blonde
Bombshell" her finishing maneuver.]
Garry: The Blonde Bombshell!
Sandra: No! Shanon rolled out of the way! She moved...she's still in the
game!
[Both women lie on the mat, almost unmoving. Shanon stands first.
She
prepares to go for her own finishing move. Nina Larue leaps onto the apron
again, clubbing Shanon on the back of the head. Shanon doubles over and
then
turns around, sending Tiffany off the apron with a hard right hand. The
fans
explode from this maneuver. The ref moves to chastise both Shanon and Nina
Larue, trying to figure out what's going on.]
[Tiffany stands, preparing to attack Shanon from behind once more.]
[The microphones pick up something said by Tiffany Epitaphine.]
Sandra: What's that?
Tiffany: I said, This is bull [censored].
[Tiffany climbs onto the apron, herself, moving to the top turnbuckle. She
soars through the air, hooking the inside knee of her leg on the back of
Tiffany Lane's head, and driving her face into the mat.]
[The ref turns back around to see Tiffany Lane lying on the mat and
Epitaphine getting to her feet. He signals for the bell.]
Tiffany Epitaphine: Take THAT, Bitch!
[Tiffany Lane rolls under the ropes, getting to the outside of the ring as
the bell continues to sound.]
[Shanon moves to greet Tiffany Epitaphine, grasping her hand and holding it
into the air. The soft chants of the crowd can now be heard..."Body
Shop...Body Shop...Body Shop..."]
[This causes Tiffany to quickly let go of Shanon's hand and scowl.]
Announcer: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner by
disqualification..."Miss
BRA", Tiffaneeee Lane!"
[Shanon holds her head high, exiting the ring with her apparent new friend
Tiffany Epitaphine. The two begin to make their way to the back.]
Garry: What the hell is this? Tiffany Lane had this thing well in hand.
She
was about to take McCourt out. Tiffany Epitaphine has NO business even
being
here.
Sandra: What are you crying about? "Miss BRA" is still going to
move on to
the next round of the tournament.
Garry: Oh yeah...
Sandra: We'll be right back with more BRA action...
Winner: "Miss BRA" Tiffany Lane by Disqualification