Lisa Dream vs. Skye Soaring Hawk
[The camera opens up on an arena. Bustling crowds mill or fidget in their seats excitedly. The Battling Ring Angels logo explodes across the screen of the home audience's T.V. set while the camera fades to ringside commentators Garry Grimmoire and Sandra Aillistar.]
Sandra: Hello again, sports fans, and welcome back to Battling Ring Angels. We're glad you could join us.
Garry: [trying to fake it] We sure are, and the excitement's about to start.
Sandra: That's right. Our first match tonight has the self-indulgent and sadistic Lisa Dream meeting the volitile Skye Soarking Hawk. As a matter of fact, one of our cameras is back stage with Skye.
[The camera cuts to a pretty young woman in a wide brimmed cowboy hat and duster, waiting in the locker room. She addresses the camera plainly.]
Skye: So, tonight is the night, eh perfection? You're good, its true, but this Hawk is on the hunt, and tonight, you're the prey.
[The camera cuts back to Sandra and Garry. Garry is making gagging gestures.]
Sandra: Words of caution from Skye. We'd better hurry to the ring, though. Looks like the match is ready to start.
Announcer: First, from New York City, standing at 5'6" and weighing in at 115 pounds - she is Lisa Dream!
[ The lights dim as the words "the DREAM", written in gold letters, show up on the jumbtron above the exit from the dressing room area. The sounds of twinking stars and awe music fill the arena. Smoke fills the entrance ramp. Then, there is a burst of light, the music changes to 'Nookie', by Limp Bizkit, and Lisa Dream exits the dressing room area. She is wearing a black blazer and skirt combination, and she arrogantly surveys the crowd. She then makes her way down towards the ring, walking like a supermodel on the entrance ramp. Once she enters the ring, Lisa performs a little "bump and grind" dance for the audience, removing the skirt and blazer in the process, revealing her skimpy white bikini fighting attire.]
Sandra: Geez, it's almost like someone should be stuff bills into bikini bottom.
Garry: [reaches for wallet]
Announcer: Her opponent this evening hails from Reno, Nevada! Standing at 5'8" and weighing in at 130 pounds - she is Skye Soaring Hawk!
[As "People of the Sun" by Rage Against the Machine blares, Red pyrotechincs spew from the stage, obscuring the entrance. As the smoke and fire clears, Skye Soaring Hawk, her face partially covered by a wide-brimmed, flat-topped cowboy hat and her wrestling gear hidden by a brown leather floor-length duster, strides purposefully down the walkway to the ring, smiling at the fans who cheer her and jeering at the ones that don't. As she reaches the ropes, she flips over them then, spinning, she throws her hat and coat outside the ring, stopping to face the center of the ring.]
Lisa: [sneering at Skye as she enters the ring] Who do you think you are, challenging *perfection* in such a manner?
Sandra: The crowd certainly seems to appreciate Skye.
Garry: They love the underdog.
Sandra: The referee is taking Skye's duster and handing it to a ring attendant. [Bell rings] And we're starting!
[Skye bullets from her corner,taking a hard swing at Lisa, who barrels backwards to avoid Skye's hard fists.]
Sandra: Dream doesn't want anything to do with Skye's punches tonight!
Garry: Can't blame her. The woman punches walls for grins.
[Skye makes another lunge-and-punch towards Lisa, who again ducks and runs past Skye. However, as Lisa turns around, her jaw is met by a quick strike from Skye. Stunned, she stumbles back and stares, disbelievingly.]
Lisa: [angered; clutching her face] My face! My beautiful face!
Sandra: Lisa doesn't seem to understand she's got bigger problems.
Garry: I dunno - her face could use a little work. I know a surgeon-
Sandra: I meant wrestling wise. Knife edged chop across the chest from Skye! Skye backs Lisa into the ropes and Irish Whips her - and greets Lisa with a wheel kick that slams into Lisa's forehead!
[Lisa rolls backwards, but stands up immediately. She is obvioiusly enraged by Skye's assault.]
Lisa: [sputtering] How dare you lay a hand upon me? Who gave you the right to touch such an example of perfection?
Sandra: Lisa exchanging words, by Skye not seeming to care. The women are circling. Lisa offers a test of strength, but face rakes Skye as she gets closer. Disgusting!
Garry: If she doesn't wanna be treated like a sucker, Skye shouldn't play a sucker.
Sandra: I'll ignore that. Lisa Irish whips Skye and catches her - spearing her on the return! Skye looks a little stunned by the turn of events. Lisa stomps Skye repeated on the head, then walks away.
Garry: Bonehead move!
[Lisa raises her arms to the mostly booing crowd, and with a smirk on her lips, performs yet another little bump and grind dance, then returns her attention to Skye, who is climbing to her feet.]
Sandra: Lisa sets onto Skye, choking her against the ropes!
[The referee counts to four before Lisa breaks the hold. She steps back and slams a punch into Skye's breast. Skye's jaw drops as she clutches her breast, agonized.]
Garry: [shocked] Holy God! Isn't that like a guy kicking another guy in his "magic spot?"
Sandra: [crossing arms over her chest in "sympathy pain"] Yes... and it hurts a lot.
[Lisa against sets onto Skye with a choke. At first, the woman struggles to pull Lisa's hands from her throat, but then kicks at Lisa's right lower leg. Lisa loses her footing and slips to her knee, losing the choke hold.]
Sandra: Smart move by Skye! A sound punch puts Lisa on her back! Guillotine legdrop by Skye, and Skye goes for a pin!
Kickout!
Tw- Kickout!
Sandra: Skye puts Lisa in a Boston Crab! Lisa is shrieking like a banshee, struggling for the ropes!
[Lisa makes no attempt to hide her agony as she struggles and latches on to a close rope. Reluctantly, Skye releases the hold. Skye pulls Lisa by the feet to center ring and picks her up.]
Sandra: Skye looks like she's had enough! She lifts Lisa - and overknee backbreaker! She's holding Lisa firmly in place, pushing down on Lisa and trying to snap her in half!
Garry: There will be twice as much of her to love!
Sandra: Ri-i-ight. Lisa again with a face rake to escape a nasty situation! The referee gives Lisa her warning, but Lisa's more concerned about getting away from Skye.
[Skye immediately stands, clutching her eyes from the rake. Lisa ignores the referee and rolls out of the ring, rubbing her lower back. The referee starts counting, but Lisa stares at Skye, plotting. Slowly, Lisa climbs the ropes again, but waits and stares at Skye.]
Sandra: Lisa seems to have regrouped - it looks like she has a plan.
Garry: Five bucks says that plan is nasty.
Sandra: I'd expect nothing else from Lisa Dream. Skye is glaring at Lisa, waiting for her to return. Lisa carefully begins to enter the ring - Skye rushes her!
[As Skye races towards her, Lisa dives into the ring and rolls commando-style, then leaps to her feet and throws herself backwards into the ropes. Like a rubber ball, she flies at Skye, who is now turning about, in a missile dropkick. Skye spills into the ropes behind her.]
Sandra: Very nice tactic by Dream! She managed to out-think Skye!
Garry: Which proves Lisa completed kindergarten.
Sandra: Skye's up and rushes at Lisa - Lisa meets her with a Spinning DDT! Lisa's definately back!
Garry: She was never gone - you underestimated her. Skye isn't being slowed down, though. She's up and rushes towards Lisa, who meets her with a hurricana.
Sandra: Lisa hooks up Skye's legs for a pin!
Kickout!
[While the referee is concerned with Skye's breathing, Lisa takes the opportunity to apply a crotch claw. Skye spasms painfully.]
Garry: [standing up and walking] LORD NO! Does that hurt as much as I think it does?
[Skye attempts a muffled scream as Lisa gleefully continues her cruel hold. When the referee looks up, Lisa promptly releases the hold and smiles sweetly. Suddenly, her smile erupts into a shriek as she stands, clutching her rear. Skye painfully sits up.]
Sandra: Looks like Skye fought fire with fire and bit Lisa! Dream is completely stunned by that manuever.
Garry: [dreamily] And I'm completely jealous.
[Skye slowly stands, but Lisa flashkick (back handspring catching opponent under chin with feet) and puts Skye into the ropes.]
Sandra: [disgusted] Lisa's certainly burning up tonight, isn't she?
Garry: She's in fine form - and I mean that every way possible.
[Lisa pushes Skye into the ropes, bending her backwards, and lifts the second rope above the third and over Lisa's head and around her neck, choking her. The referee goes berserk as Lisa delivers a series of blows to stomach and chest of the struggling Skye.]
Sandra: That woman needs to be disqualified.
Garry: That's your answer for everything. Give her a chance - she might be doing this for the greater good!
Sandra: The greater good?!
[At threat of a DQ, Lisa slowly removes the rope from Skye's neck, who sinks to her knees on the mat, coughing and cradling her chest. Lisa smirks at her.]
Lisa: On your knees, rodent, to pay homage to me as I so rightfully deserve.
[Lisa slowly walks away, again showing off her body to the audience.]
Sandra: That showboating's going to get her! Skye bounds up and leaps at Lisa-
Garry: [laughing] And gets kicked in her face by Lisa! Down she goes, and up on the ropes Lisa goes! Skye gets up, Lisa leaps - spinning DDT! This is great!
Sandra: Lisa rolls Skye onto her back and slides a grapevine pin onto Skye.
Garry: [dreamy again] This match gets better and better.
Two...
Th- Kick out!
Sandra: Lisa delivers a stomp to Skye's midsection and - damn it, again with Lisa's little dance!
Garry: She's just giving the crowd what they want!
[Lisa looks to the crowd, does a little bump and grind dance, runs at the ropes, bounces off of them, goes to the ropes on the other side and performs a springboard Moonsault down onto Skye.]
Sandra: The Perfect Splash?! That can only mean -
Garry: - that Lisa's ending this mess here and now.
[Lisa slowly rises and waits for Skye, who is sluggish, to raise. When she does, Lisa begins her finisher - the Day-Dreamer. Lisa launches a flying headscissor move, locking her legs around Skye's neck. At the same time, she signals to the crowd, then drops down, DDT'ing Skye's head into the mat.]
Sandra: Lisa casually goes for a pin!
Two...
Three!
Sandra: It's all over now.
Announcer: The winner of the match, by pinfall - Lisa Dream!
[Lisa refuses to stand for her winning recognition. Instead, she administers a reverse face sit, gyrating her hips and waving to the crowds. Only a few dare applaud her actions. She maintains this position for a couple of minutes, as Skye struggles beneath her.]
Garry: Didn't that get her bit last time? I guess Skye's too tired to chomp... or not hungry anymore.
Sandra: Another sick display by Lisa Dream. Lisa shoves the referee away so she can finish off her sick deed.
Garry: I think she's done, too.
Sandra: Lisa is looking down, noticing Skye is no longer struggling. Lisa stands and shows off for the crowd. Paramedics are coming to check on Skye as Lisa leaves.
Garry: And that was a great way to start off tonight!
Sandra: [coldly] If you say so. Stay tuned, fans. We've got more after these words.
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