BlackJack, Cripple, Jackal, and Demona
The camera crew is on a helicopter on their way to meet Ahala for an
interview. They see the forest coming into view and notice the tops
off the tree's are glistening. When they get closer they can see the
tree's are covered in solar panals. The glare occasionally gives the
pilot trouble but she safely sets the chopper down. The crew gather's
their equipment ands heads toward the edge of the bluff. A flimsy whinding
staircase has been provided to make the descent a little easier. The
camera crew struggles but eventually makes it to the bottom with few
problems. They head toward the forest and after a few minutes they reach
the edge. They take out their flashlights in order to see as they head
toward the place Ahala instructed them to meet her. When they get closer
they hear phaser fire. They look around yet see nothing.
The noises abruptly end and Ahala drops out of a tree in front of them.
She immediatly begins to speak.
Ahala: Well Cripple it seems you served your purpose. I mean, we all
know you stood no chance on MNM. How could you win when you have to
have people help you out of a car? For christ sake, you even have to
be wheeled into the building. Is that a baby carriage or a wheel chair?!?
Ahala: BlackJack, you asshole, you may have found my little temporary
house while I made some arrangements here, but you'll never find this
place. You know, I had my Star Trek collection there. You ruined my
copies of all the good Voyager's, before 7 of 9. I suppose you had to
pull some stupid cheap trick like that, since you know you could never
beat me. It's just like you to take the easy way out. It is not over
between us. I WILL get MY belt back.
Ahala: You and Jackal still seem to have some difficulty with the way
things run aroud here. You both keep talking about "agreeing" to matches
that have been set for you. It doesn't matter whether or not you agree
to a match, I say your in it, that's it, end of discussion. I am your
boss, if I say park my car, you do it. I if I say bark like the mutts
you are, you do it. You don't like it, your fired.
Ahala: BlackJack, your match of course had to be changed since Glacier
is out of commision for a bit. You are now set to face Raging Bull and
Mega Death on Friday. I'm going to enjoy seeing you get destroyed. Maybe
I'll reserve a seat ringside so I can see your blood spill up close.
And Jackal, I have to say, I hope you and Timmy beat the shit out of
each other before one of you gets that tennis ball shoved in your mouth.
Sorry you'll have to come out of hiding to have your match, but it has
to happen sooner or later.
Ahala walks over to the left a few paces. She pauses and looks around.
The camera pans the area. It is difficult to see anything, but the camera
gets a close up of one of the tree's and reveals barbs sticking out
of the bark. Ahala looks over to the camera and again begins to speak.
Ahala: Demona, it pains me to say this, but I have set your next match
as well. You will face me on Friday night. Your use of children sickens
me. All of us here are adults and have made the choice to be here and
to face whatever consequences may follow. Children do not belong in
the XWF and they certainly don't belong anywhere near you. You need
to be taught a lesson and I am the only one who can do it. You will
suffer on Friday night.
Ahala walks over to a nearby tree and grabs a rope. She pulls herself
up to a one of the tree branches. The camera has difficulty seeing her.
Ahala: I hate to have a rift in the Dark Elite, Demona, but you crossed
the line.
With that Ahala jumps to another branch and quickly disappears into
the forest.
Scene cuts to the Ahala Slam of the Week
Ahala powerslamming Crippler Calhoun onto the wheelchair ramp at MNM
