FFW Future Shock S8E2

Femme Fatale Wrestling
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FFW Future Shock
Season Eight, Episode Two
September 21, 2012

The FFW logo flashes across the screen before we hear “Bright Lights Bigger City” by Cee Lo Green begin to play as the opening theme opens inside a mostly empty subway station with posters hanging on the wall. We see a subway rush past as one by one each of the eight women competing in this season appear on the platform, looking from one to another until another train stops and they file in. Each of them looks around as the train rockets out of the station and we see glimpses of major cities around the world through the windows before each of the eight women look to be loosening up, the camera focusing on each of them as they invite the other to do something before the show cuts away to the Future Shock Season Eight logo.

We then open on an aerial shot of the beach somewhere in southern California before we see a few of the people on the beach gathering around a cordoned off section where we see the seven remaining Future Shock stars all standing a few feet apart on opposite sides of a volleyball net. The camera swings around and we find Mark Horton, dressed in a pair of trunks and a Future Shock t-shirt as he greets the viewers.

Mark: The record breaking eighth season of Future Shock rolls on as the seven remaining hopefuls will compete in a little game of gauntlet volleyball! Joining me tonight to help call what we are about to see is Mickey & Raquel of the Scarborough Fair.

While Raquel Fair lightly steps forward with an over-large straw beach hat and a yellow one-piece hugging her lithe form, Mickey Scarborough is dressed in a pink two piece and matching sunglasses with her hair a bright aquamarine hue. The two girls hang side-by-side by Mr. Horton.

Mickey: Wwwwwooooooooooo! So when does the bloodshed begin!? Where did they come up with wearing medieval gauntlets to the beach?!

Raquel: No you dunce, not metal gauntlets with a volleyball... Uh, right Mr. Horton?

Mark nods his head, taking a deep breath before he continues.

Mark: The game is simple, folks. Each girl will compete one on one with her opponent till she is eliminated by missing a serve. Then the next one takes her place till we are left with just one hopeful remaining! As you can see, all eight of our Future Shock stars here are ready to go. But if this wasn’t nerve wracking enough, take a look over on the other side of the net.

The camera looks across to find Samantha Star sitting on a beach chair in a black bikini top with a sarong around her waist as she is accompanied by her personal assistant, Eden Chevalier.

Mark: Samantha Star said she was going to be here to watch, and she’s taken a front row seat across from us. Her PA is with her, and I imagine these girls are even more conscious than ever of how they will perform today.

Mickey: Oh yeah! Remember guys! This woman signs our paychecks! She’s one of the most meticulously attentive forerunners of professional wrestling today! She knows the difference between talent and waste... NO PRESSURE!

Raquel: ...I don’t think that helped them, Mickey.

Mark: The order of entries were drawn at random earlier this afternoon, so let’s find out who is going to start this off.

On one side of the net, Danielle Mason steps forward in a nautical theme two piece bikini. Her bright smile and equally bright hair on display, she was handed a FFW branded volleyball. On the other side of the net stepped forward Raelyn Sweet, in a white bikini as she looked across at Dani with a smirk on her face.

Mark: Well well...looks like we have a pairing of some interest! Raelyn Sweet showed a pretty vicious streak on our last show as soon as the bell rang against Dani there.

Raquel: Now perhaps Dani can get some retribution...

Mickey: That’s a funny word ‘retribution’. I wonder why her last name’s Sweet. Maybe it should be Raelyn Sour? Raelyn Bitter. Raelyn Slightly-Tasteless-But-Okay-On-Occasion?

The official asked both women if they were ready before he blew his whistle. And with a bright smile on her face, Dani raised the ball in the air and delivered a surprisingly powerful serve that not only cleared the net but went past Raelyn and landed in the sand before she could get to it. And the referee blew the whistle, informing her that she was eliminated!

Mark: Well....that was fast! Danielle Mason with a helluva serve right there! Raelyn never even touched the ball!

Mickey: Look at the way she meticulously served the ball!

Raquel: Like you even know what ‘meticulous’ means. Good one on Dani.

Mason covered her mouth, trying to hide the fact that she was giggling at what happened. Raelyn told the referee she wanted a restart, telling him to reset the match so she could have another chance. The official shook his head, telling her to leave the court as Raelyn got more angry, yelling at him and calling him some rather unkind things as he pointed away from the court still.

Mark: Raelyn may as well leave the court, her night is over here! Our volleyball referee isn’t giving out second chances here.

Mickey: I guess Raelyn isn’t so ‘sweet’ after all! El-Oh-El!

Raquel: ...We kinda figured that out ten times over by now.

Mickey: Shut up, frog-suit! Who’s next!? Who’s next!? Who’s next!? Who’s next!? Who’s ne--

Raquel backhands Mickey across the face, shutting her up. Meanwhile on the court, Abby Fitzpatrick steps forward in a black two piece while Raelyn continues berating the referee. The official still offers no help as Raelyn turns her attention to Samantha, screaming at her to restart the match. Samantha rose to her feet, shaking her head and telling her to leave the court as Eden smirked over her shoulder. Sweet let out an expletive filled rant at the top of her lungs before she piefaced the owner backwards.

Raquel: ...Well that’s her job.

Mickey: Should... Should I hit her with a mic?

Samantha looked over to Eden, who snapped her fingers as members of security emerged onto the court and grabbed Sweet while Eden decked her with a straight right hand across the jaw. The men held her in place as she looked back to Samantha, whom gave her some instruction before Eden headed for the broadcast team and told Mark something before she headed back. Security dragged Sweet off the court, while Eden rejoined her employer and dusted off the chair for her to take a seat again.

Mark: Apparently the owner has decided Raelyn Sweet is eliminated from this competition. And from Future Shock! Raelyn’s just got herself thrown off out for the season!

Raquel: Uh... Well... What happens now? I mean if there’s already been an elimination? Will there be another one on top? None? Well the loser have to wear a dunce cap?

Mickey: ...Why would they wear a dunce cap, you skank?

The girls watch as Sweet is taken away before the referee blows the whistle for the next round as Danielle and Abby stand on either side of the net. This time, Abby starts off with a good serve that Dani is able to send back towards her. The Irish woman manages to catch it in time before firing it back to her. Mason lunges across the sand and sends it flying back at her just barely having it clear the net before Abby cupped her hands together with a double fisted serve that sent the ball back onto Mason’s side. Danielle took off across the court and jumped into the air, naling the ball with a backswing shot. Abby backed up and spiked it with authority before it sailed across the net and Danielle was unable to catch it in time before it hit the sand. The referee blew the whistle.

Mark: Very good back and forth right there between Danielle and Abby, but Fitzpatrick manages to get the redhead eliminated.

Raquel: Dani pulled off an amazing upset on Sweet, but Fitzpatrick takes her down! A former cop would have quite a bit of athleticism so...

Mickey: It was the luck of the Irish!

Raquel: Sure, Mickey. Sure.

Abby smiled brightly as Danielle gave her a thumbs up before she headed off the court to take a seat. The next up was none other Aimee Easter. Dressed in a simple black one piece, Easter stretched a bit before she headed onto the court as Abby waited for the whistle. The whistle blew as Easter served this time, with Abby catching it without too much difficulty and sending it back towards her. Easter showed very good footwork, managing to keep up as she took off across the court and returned the ball with a good serve that caused Abby to move to the other side of the court to catch it. Fitzpatrick nailed it perfectly, sending it back across as Aimee spun around with a backhand strike to the ball. And as Abby went to get it, another ball flew onto the court and caught her in the back of the head. Aimee’s ball sailed past her and it hit the sand as Abby dropped to her knees. She glanced behind her to see a grin on the face of Maia Lopez, dressed like Morrigan from Darkstalkers.

Mickey: ...What the deuce?!

Raquel: Well, looks like Maia just cost Abby. Don’t worry Mr. Horton. If Maia comes up to you, I have my guitar in the car. One good swing... Followed by another... Another after that.

Mickey: We could just scream really loud at her!

Mark: You do that. I think Maia grabbed one of the spare volleyballs we have on hand for this contest, and she certainly made use of it!

Abby got back to her feet, taking off across the sand towards Maia and spearing her to the ground before she began unloading with right hands to her head as security moved towards them and began to pull Abby off the Sex Queen.

Mark: Good lord, this is about the most chaotic game of volleyball I’ve ever seen! Abby wants to take Maia’s head off with those big right hands! We definitely have a situation here!

Mickey: Go for the legs! The legs! Don’t focus on her head! She doesn’t have enough in there for you to permanently damage! THE LEGS!

Raquel: Well you’re one to talk, Scarborough.

As security managed to settle Abby down, Maia got back to her feet and adjusted her top slightly before she made her way towards the broadcast booth and sat down next to Mark. The broadcaster looked warily towards her as Nessa Wall stepped onto the court.

Mickey: ...Raquel, get the guitar.

Raquel Fair suddenly disappears from the commentating table, off to the parking lot. Mickey in the meantime readies the microphone in her fingers, prepared to swing.

Mark: Just chill out, alright? You’re going to have to go up there sooner or later, focus on the competition.

The referee blows the whistle as Nessa serves the ball with authority, sending it across the net before Aimee manages to send it back. Wall is exceptionally light on her feet as she sends it back with grace before Aimee returns fire. Easter watches as Nessa comes back with another shot as Aimee runs towards the net, sliding on her knees to send it back with another strike. Wall springs up into the air and goes for a strike right over the net. But Easter rolls towards the ball and catches it with a double handed strike that sends it back across again.

Mark: Talk about evenly matched! Nessa & Aimee, while not popular, are certainly putting on a clinic here.

Mickey: Aimee’s got the height and power but Nessa’s speed and agility! It’s like the unstoppable force meeting an immovable object... Except it doesn’t suck! ...Where’s Raquel with that guitar?

Maia whispers something into Mark’s ear that makes his eyes widen as the cameras go back to the match, as Aimee and Nessa continue putting on quite the show. Nessa manages to fire the ball back over the net with a double handed spike as Aimee leaves her feet and punches the ball with her hand. It rockets across the court as Nessa takes off after it, and bumping into April Evans whom doesn’t budge and causes Nessa to fall on her butt and the ball to land on the ground.

Mark: Nessa went to get the ball, but ran into a brick wall named April right there!

Mickey: Is she... Saying something X-Rated to you? Double-X-Rated? Triple-X even? Well, that’s the end of Nessa, ladies and germs! Aimee continues to stand tall... Err, taller than usual.

Mark: Maia, I think it’s your turn to go up there. No really...

The referee signals for Maia to come to the court, and the Latin beauty rises from her seat before pulling Mark out of his chair and proceeding to mount him on the sand before leaning over him and shoving her tongue into his mouth. The broadcaster manages to shove her off as Maia licks her lips and blows him a kiss before heading towards the court. Mark is obviously a bit stunned as he tries to retrieve his headset off the ground.

From off in the corner, Raquel Fair is yelling out loud with a guitar in hand, brandished over her head... Finally at the commentary table, she swings for Maia but with her grip a bit too loose, it flies over to Mickey Scarborough and smashes her in the head, laying her out... After a few moments of pause, Raquel’s lips purse and she steps over an unconscious Mickey to hop back into the booth.

Raquel: Uh... Sorry I was late.

Mark doesn’t say a word as he adjusts the headset on his head, looking down to Mickey as Maia walks to her side of the net. The referee signals for the round to begin as Maia looks a bit confused for a moment before she sends the ball over the net with a weak serve. Aimee catches it easily and sends it back. Maia glances over to Mark, till she notices the ball coming back and takes off towards it. She fires it back across the net with a good shot, but once more Aimee shows some exceptional agility as she takes off towards the net, leaving her feet and using her head to butt it a short distance over the net. Maia has to take off towards it, sliding in the sand before she manages to send it flying back just barely clearing the net. Aimee charges back towards the net and spikes it with an overhand shot that causes Maia to spring to her feet and chase after it. It nearly goes into the crowd as Maia charges towards it before she loses her balance when Abby sticks her foot out, causing her to trip and the ball lands in the sand. And the referee blows the whistle.

Raquel: Abby pays Maia back in full... Hopefully she’s been effectively crippled for life, if only for your sake, Mr. Horton. Aimee Easter remains dominant.

Maia gets to her feet, spitting in Abby’s face before security manages to get between them again as they have to restrain Abby. Maia moves back away from the commotion, removing something from her bikini bottom before walking past Mark and dropping it on his desk. Mark picked it up, and it was obviously a hotel room key.

Raquel: Maia and Abby’s rivalry continues to spike by leaps and bounds! There will be only so many times officials can restrain both women before things really get nasty... Want me to... Throw that in the ocean for you, Mr. Horton?

Mark: Why is this key....never mind.

He drops it on the table, wiping his hand against his shorts as April Evans steps onto the court!

Mark: Final round coming up! Aimee is about to meet the powerhouse of this season, as far as I’m concerned!

Raquel: April is indeed this class’s powerhouse but we cannot sleep on Easter. Expect many power spikes and really strong serves.

Aimee gets the first serve as she backs away from the net and tosses the ball up before nailing it with the palm of her hand. It sails over the net before April punches the underside of the ball sending it up before she jumps and spikes it with authority over the net! Aimee’s eyes widen as she takes off towards the ball, managing to catch it before it hit the ground as she slid across the sand! April returned fire with another power spike that sent it hurtling back across the net and towards the people. Easter immediately got to her feet and charged across, barely catching it with a strike of her own before April returned it with another shot that sent it in a different direction. And once more, Aimee dashed across the sand to get to it.

Mark: April Evans is power personified, and she is damn sure giving Aimee a workout! She’s aiming those shots in almost every direction, and Aimee is as much playing volleyball as she is doing shuttle runs out there!

Raquel: This is intense. Back and forth they go. I feel like my eyes are getting a workout just watching them. To Easter. Back to Evans... Easter. Evans. Easter...! Evans.

Aimee gave a weaker shot that barely cleared the net as she was so far from it before April delivered a backhand strike that sent the ball flying in the other direction from where AImee was just getting back to her feet. Easter took off across the sand and nailed it again, just clearing the net a second time before April left her feet and literally delivered a straight right hand punch into the ball that sent it hurtling straight at Aimee’s head!

Raquel: It sounds like a friggin’ missile taking off the way April just slugged that ball!

Easter had no choice as she got to her feet and headbutted the ball with the top of her head to send it back. April turned her back to the net as she moved towards the back of the court, spinning around a clubbing blow with both hands that caught the ball solidly and rocketed it back across the net. Aimee’s eyes were a little glazed from the contact with the ball as she saw it coming back towards her again.

Mark: Aimee is getting her endurance checked, and taking that shot to the top of her head saved the match, but it damn sure didn’t do her any favors! April is a beast with those power shots one after another!

Raquel: I think Aimee may miss it... She’s looking a little cross-eyed and teeter-tottering after that huge headbutt to the ball with the return.

April was almost on the other side of the court as Aimee pushed up to her feet, jumping into the air and not striking the ball so much as swatting it down! Evans saw what she was doing and lunged across the court to try to catch it. But ultimately it was too late as April slid across the sand just short of the ball hitting it in front of her as the referee blew the final whistle.

Mark: Aimee knew she couldn’t match April with those power shots, so she deliberately used that low strike to make the ball hit the ground after it cleared the net. Aimee Easter has won this competition! But she damn sure worked hard to do it!

Raquel: Yep. No one can take this victory away from the verbalizing vixen. No? How about the Pissed Off Poetess? Whatever you call her, Aimee Easter is a winner today!

The official raised Aimee’s hand as she sat on her knees, looking more than a little dazed. April nodded, telling her it was a good match.

Mark: Aimee Easter went through hell to call herself the winner of this competition. But now, once again, folks, it’s up to you! Head over to the FFW website and cast your vote for who you felt was the best on display here tonight! I’m being told that there will be no eliminations on this vote, since Raelyn Sweet got thrown out of the competition. You’ll have six to pick, and only one to win the vote!

Raquel: So jump on the website right now. Post haste. C’mon people. Vote already!

Mark: Who do you feel won this competition? Do you think Aimee deserved it? Or did one of the other rookies grab you? Head over to the FFW site and let us know! And when we come back here in one week, we’ll find out who you voted for and also what challenge awaits in the next competition where we go back to the ring! For Raquel and a barely conscious Mickey, I’m Mark Horton saying good night from Future Shock!

And with that, the show fades off the air after the FFW logo flashes across the screen.