Yvette Malreaux vs "Viper" Leslie Magnus
[The stands are once again full, and excitement is bubbling through out the stands. The camera pans over the throngs as the Battling Ring Angels logo appears on the TV screen. Slowly, the scene fades to the commentator's table, where Garry and Sandra are sitting.]
Sandra: Hello everyone, and welcome back to Battling Ring Angels. I'm Sandra Allister, and at my side is the notorious Garry Grimmoire. We've got quite a show for you tonight.
Garry: [pleased] For once, I have to agree with you. Tonight's line up features - [stares off camera] What the hell?
Sandra: [looks off camera] Uh, isn't that Yvette Malreaux's servant, Merci?
[The camera follows their stares. Merci is walking down the aisle, pushing a large cart with a white table clotch draped over it. Merci pushes the cart towards the announcer's table.]
Merci: Mister Garry Grimmoire?
Garry: [nervously glancing to Sandra] Er - yes?
Merci: [smiles] I have something for you for your fine service here at the BRA. [Merci removes the table cloth to reveal several fine dishes of food.] For the side dishes, you have Gratin Dauphinos -
Garry: Huh?
Merci: Potato-Cheese Casserole, Garry - as well as one pound of ripe strawberries and one pound of Havarti cheese. For the first course of the meal, pasta with chevre and walnuts. The second course, requin au four.
Garry: [excited] Cooked shark?
Sandra: [confused] You knew what that was?
Garry: Yeah, I'm sorta cultured. [belches]
Merci: Pommes croastillantes for your dessert, and, of course, [pulls a silver bucket with a bottle of wine chilling from under the cart; pops the cork and pours for Garry] a bottle of 1982 Morgan.
Garry: [shocked] Wow. I knew my work would pay off.
Merci: [turns to Sandra] Miss Sandra Allister?
Sandra: [hopeful] You've something for me?
Merci: Oui. [reaches under cart; removes items] A bottle of warm Big K cola, and a bucket of Col. Beauregard's Greasy Chicken Parts, as well as a large bag of pork rinds. Bon apetite! [pushes card back up aisle]
Sandra: [stunned] This is so wrong.
Garry: [swallowing] Oh, I agree, Sandra. You'd think if anyone would know that you need something a bit lighter and more "bouncy" to enjoy with your oommes croastillantes than a 1982 Morgan, it would be a French person, but you've gotta look beyond that. It's a gift from Yvette's heart, and I for one am thankful. You gonna eat those pork rinds?
Sandra: [pushes the back to Garry] Enjoy.
Announcer: Good evening all, and welcome to another night with Battling Ring Angels. Let's not waste any more time and get to the first match featuring, standing at 5'7" and 124 pounds, from Rennes, France - Marquise Yvette DeSade Malreaux!
[The fans seem less than pleased to see Yvette, with Merci and Kayla Vandergriff, when she enters, many remembering what happened with Misty the previous week. This, of course, seems unimportant to either, who proudly strut from the entrance and down the aisle. Merci holds the ropes up for Yvette, who enters the ring, arms raised to the fans. Merci and Kayla remain outside.]
Announcer: And her opponent, standing at 5'8" and weighing in at 130 pounds, from Dead Wood, South Dakota - Leslie Magnus, the Viper!
[ The lights dim in the arena. The Jumbotron shows an image of a beautiful white limosine. Yvette's limo. The crowd suddenly cheers and laughs as a large dumptruck appears in the background. It starts backing up towards the limosine and then stops. The driver of the truck gets out, it's Viper. She is in her wrestling clothes and wearing large gloves. She smiles at the camera and winks as she steps towards the outside controls of the truck. Yvette's and Merci's faces are pasted with a shocked expression.]
Viper: You called me trash, Yvette, maybe you're right, and since you are new to this country, I thought I would give you a first hand look at what American garbage feels , smells and tastes like.
[Viper pulls down on a lever and the back of the truck begins to open. Refuse pours out from the truck, all over the white limo, staining it with garbage and other pieces of trash. Viper sticks her hands in the goopy mess and starts running towards the arena.]
[Inside the arena the lights dim down. The hissing sound of a snake about to strike echo's through the crowd. Suddenly the Jumbotron shows an image of a pit viper. It slithers across the floor towards the camera, leaning up before opening it's mouth and striking. On impact Green Pryo explodes from the sides wrestlers entrance way. Then everything goes black. The lights come up and Viper is standing behind Merci. She taps him on the shoulder and as he turns rams her garbage soaked hands into his face. She then kicks and punches him for a minute before leaping into the ring and threaten to punch Yvette with garbage stained gloves.]
Garry: [finishing up the last side dish] Now, THAT was one hell of a tactic!
Sandra: I must applaud Viper, but I worry she only fed the fire.
[Viper rushes at Yvette, who leaps out of the ring and yells at Viper to remove the stained gloves. Viper removes the gloves and hands them to the referee. She then looks him in the eye and warns him there will be consequences if she is disqualified. The referee is astonished.]
Garry: [gulping wine] What's with that chick? Hasn't she gotten in enough trouble for that sort of thing?
Sandra: She's a free spirit, Garry.
Garry: Well, it's getting old.
[Yvette enters the ring, and the bell sounds. The women stare at each other.]
Sandra: The women seem to be sizing each other up.
Garry: [gulping more wine] Frankly, when it comes to size, Yvette -
Sandra: Stow it, piggie. Neither woman is making the first move. They're merely staring.
[The crowd begins to chant for Viper, some holding up American flags.]
Garry: This is something new for Viper. The crowd is putting themselves behind the hometown girl.
Sandra: The women are slowly pacing back and forth, moving a little closer to each other. The lock up - Viper gets Yvette in a headlock, but Yvette slips out and pushes Viper past her, kicking her in the back of the knee.
[Viper's leg folds from the impact and she yells in agony.]
Sandra: [confused] She didn't kick Viper that hard.
Garry: No, she didn't. Viper's taken a lot worse, but something about that kick really registered.
[Yvette roundhouse kicks Viper in the chest. Viper lands on her back, the wind knocked from her. She gasps for air. Yvette sneers as she tries to pin Viper, muttering something to Viper about being trash.]
One...
Kick out!
[Before Yvette can stand, Viper leaps and lands knees first in Yvette's midsection.]
Viper: Does it hurt you, French bitch?
Sandra: Viper's getting brutal! Viper pulls Yvette up and rams her head into the turnbuckle - one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten times! Viper scoops Yvette up - piledriver! Followed by a kick to the midsection!
Garry: Man, something sparked her.
Sandra: Yvette should have given her more credit. Viper pulls Yvette up and slings her to the ropes - a power slam puts Yvette back on the mat! Viper applies and ankle lock - Yvette latches onto the ropes for dear life!
[The referee reminds Viper to remove the hold. Viper stares him down, but does as he requests.]
Sandra: Why do I feel she's going to snap soon? Viper returns her attention to Yvette -
Garry: A moment too late. Yvette rams her index finder into the base of Viper's throat! Great tactic - that hurts like hell.
Sandra: Sure looks like it did. Viper's coughing and gagging. Yvette gets a headlock on Viper - knee to Viper's face, and Viper's down. Yvette stomps on Viper's knees. You know, those kicks and stomps look like they hurt a lot more than a woman of Yvette's stature should be dealing.
Garry: Maybe we don't give her enough credit.
Sandra: [dubious] Right. Another kick to the chest of Viper and again Viper's winded. There's something fishy here.
Garry: You're just mad because she gave you warm soday. Yvette pulls Viper into the corner and crawls up on the ropes.
[Yvette begins delivering a stream of punches to Viper, about ten, when Viper suddenly "snaps out of it."]
Sandra: Viper reminds Yvette who the brawler really is with a sucker punch to the bread basket. Yvette tumbles backwards but gets back up. Viper rushes towards Yvette, but Yvette nimbly rolls out of the way, managing to trip Viper up as she passes. Viper stumbles, but stays on her feet. Viper b-lines for Yvette and baseball slides, knocking Yvette over. Viper is up and lifts Yvette - Irish whip!
[As Yvette returns, Viper lets her almost pass before clotheslining her and driving her down onto Viper's outstretched knee, in a makeshift backbreaker.]
Garry: I guess Viper's tired of being on the receiving end off all the nastiness tonight. Viper dumps Yvette to the mat - looks like that took Yvette out of commission.
Sandra: It was a nasty move. Yvette's not stirring. Viper bodyslams Yvette and goes for a pin -
Two...
Th- kick out!
Sandra: But that's it. Viper backs off, but Yvette isn't stirring, just breathing hard. The end isn't far away for this woman. Viper bends over - what?!
[As Viper bends to pull Yvette up, the French woman lets out a cruel laugh as she again rams her index and middle fingers into the base of Viper's throat, driving them deep. Viper gags and spits, clutching her throat. Yvette leaps up and delivers a kick to Viper's diaphram, yet again forcing all air from her. A second kick lands in Viper's throat, then a third slams into the back of Viper's knees, folding her to the mat, coughing and gasping. Yvette leaps onto her and holds Viper down against the mat.]
Two...
Three!
Sandra: It's all over. Yvette has won, and Viper has yet to recover.
Garry: For her own sake, she'd better recover damn quick.
[Kayla and Merci leap to the mat as Yvette drags the gasping Viper ot the corner. Yvette's allies handcuff Viper, who's finally regained her breath, to the ropes. Merci hands Yvette a horrible bullwhip with barbs, which Yvette promptly proceeds to beat the Viper with, apparently angered she won by pinfall, not submission.]
Sandra: What the hell?
Garry: Hey, it's in her family. She's got a tradition to keep up.
Sandra: The referee pulls the whip from Yvette's hands and goes berserk. He ought to DQ her, but no luck. She's still the winner.
Garry: And Viper's still flailing about on the mat, and bleeding a bit. We're going to need some medics.
Sandra: A disgraceful debut by Yvette. Let's go to some commercials. We'll be back shortly with Laura Parker's debut against Lisa Dream.
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