God Helps Those� (Chris Carpenter, First Ladies, Porci� Raventhorne, Christmas Joy, Chad O. Runner, Steven Fury, and The Violent Femmes) Featuring: Mary Jane Francis Jr. and Terry Dikenhorst -- Gladiator Wrestling Alliance

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Date Posted: 22:52:49 11/02/00 Thu
Author: Stacey Lynn Jordan
Subject: God Helps Those� (Chris Carpenter, First Ladies, Porci� Raventhorne, Christmas Joy, Chad O. Runner, Steven Fury, and The Violent Femmes) Featuring: Mary Jane Francis Jr. and Terry Dikenhorst

9:00 PM� 2 Nov, 2000
CTN Towers, New York City, New York

Stacey shook her head as MJ paced back and forth�

MJ: No! There is absolutely no way in hell that I�m going to allow you to put my� errr� your� GWA Maximus Title up for grabs against Chris Carpenter! It�s not going to happen!

Stacey narrowed her eyes as she looked at MJ�

Stacey: You afraid that he�s going to beat me and take it out of your precious stable?

MJ stopped pacing and turned to Stacey�

MJ: YES!

Stacey grinned and shook her head�

Stacey: Well now� with a ringing endorsement of confidence like that� I�m sure that this thing will work out just fine!

MJ frowned as she put her hands on her hips�

MJ: It�s not that I don�t have confidence in you� it�s just that I�d prefer it you�d not put the title up quite so often�

Stacey closed her eyes as she rubbed her temples. She opened her eyes and stared at MJ for a long while before she answered�

Stacey: Look� I don�t give a damn about The Maximus Title! I don�t give a damn about The Valkyrie Title! And I don�t give a damn about The Olympic Title or YOU! Night after night� I�m the one who steps out in front of thousands and thousands of screaming idiots and risks their neck! Not you� not any of them� ME! Now you are trying to tell me that I can�t take that sh*ty ass hunk of golden trash and put it on the line against �Baldy-Locks?� You�d better wake up and realize that you don�t gain respect in this business by playing it safe all the time! I have no intentions of letting Chris Carpenter run over me� and it�s not about the whole �Women are weak and men are strong thing.� All that is just a bunch of stupid horsesh*t that Chris tosses out to get a lot more hype into this match than there really is! I could give a damn if Carpenter believes all that crap or not� but on Saturday, I have no intention of letting this match be about men and women. This match is going to be about respect and how to beat it out someone!

MJ rolled her eyes�

MJ: Give me a damn break! It can be about respect without the damn title being on the line! Besides� I�ve talked to Steven about this and he agrees with me� there is no need for you to put the title on the line so soon after The PPV. There is no way that this match is going to go down for the title�

Stacey smiles and chuckles to herself as she stands up�

Stacey: Fine� whatever you say Boss. If you don�t want the title going up� I suppose that�s the way it�s going to be�

Stacey�s expression suddenly hardens as she walks out the door. Stacey brooded silently inside as she tried to reason out a way to turn this situation to her advantage� but she found none. MJ was afraid that come Saturday� The Circle would be short yet another championship title and thus reflect poorly on her stint as manger for The Circle. Stacey didn�t care about any of that� The Title had been thrown at her� if her past showed anything at all� it showed that she cared very little about title reigns. The ease at which she discarded The Valkyrie Championship spoke volumes on that. But now that the self-serving MJ was in charge� there would be no way that she�d be allowed to merely toss the title aside and declare it vacant. Stacey walked out of The CTN building and out into the parking lot. She needed to clear her head� and the mere thought of spending another minute near MJ was not what she needed. Stacey walked toward her car, when suddenly she caught sight of a long black limousine parked behind her car� blocking her in. Stacey frowned as she walked over to the car and rapped her knuckles against the window�

Stacey: Hey asshole� move your damn car!

Before she could knock on the smoked out window a second time the rear window on the vehicle rolled down. Stacey narrowed her eyes as she stepped away from the driver�s window and walked to the back of the car and looked in the window. Stacey cocked her eyebrow upwards as she looked at the sole occupant sitting in the back of the car�

Stacey: What in the hell are you doing here?

Terry Dikenhorst smiled at Stacey as she opened the car door and motioned for Stacey to get inside�

Terry: Please Ms. Jordan� if I might have a minute of your time�

Stacey looked around as she expected to see The Femmes running up from behind her, but there was no one. She looked back at Terry then glanced inside the limo and saw no one else lurking there. Terry patted the seat beside her�

Terry: Please Stacey� I come in peace. Just sit down and talk with me. After we�re done� if you don�t like what I have to say� you can leave� no questions asked.

Stacey folded her arms in front of her�

Stacey: How about this instead� if I don�t like what you have to say� I beat your damn ass? How does that sound?

Terry swallowed nervously�

Terry: Really now Ms. Jordan� we are sisters in a great cause here� there is no reason for violence between us� when the enemy is all around us.

Stacey thought of the events of the last few weeks. The attack by Carmen, the emergence of The First Ladies, Chad Runner, and Christmas Joy. It did seem as if the wagons were circling and she was soon to be at odds with everyone. Stacey narrowed her eyes and jumped into the car as the driver rolled up the tinted windows and pulled out of the parking lot. Terry took a deep breath as she looked over at Stacey�

Terry: Allow me to be blunt� Ms. Jordan, our movement� W.A.V.E. needs you. We need each and every woman� but as near as I can see� you are the key to the success of our organization here in The GWA. I�m going against my word by asking you to join us a second time� but I fear that given the circumstances of last Sunday� you may have been lead to some unfortunate misconceptions about what we are all about.

Stacey yawned�

Stacey: Look� I don�t know what the hell you and your group of vipers are after and frankly� I don�t care! I�m all done with causes and fighting the quote/unquote �Good Fight!� Since I entered this sport� I�ve been kicked around, treated like sh*t, felt up, and beaten down! I�m sick and damn tired of going though this crap!

Terry puts a reassuring hand on Stacey�s arm�

Terry: And that is why you need us Ms. Jordan! That�s why we need each other...

Stacey looked down at Terry�s hand on her arm, then looked up at her through narrowed eyes. Terry swallowed deeply as she got the message loud and clear. Terry nodded as she continued�

Terry: This upcoming Saturday event is the perfect example of what�s wrong with this place and why we� collectively� are the ones to change it! My girls are being forced to degrade themselves at the whim of some cockamamie wanna-be big shot! To what end I ask you? So that the men in the audience can get a cheap thrill out of seeing two women roll around in oil, mud, and God knows what else!

Stacey: As far as I�m concerned� those two snatch grabbers are getting what�s coming to them!

Terry shakes her head�

Terry: Ms. Jordan� you fail to see the ramifications of this match and the effect it will have on The GWA and ultimately it will have on you!

Stacey raises her eyebrow, but says nothing as Terry continues�

Terry: I know where you stand when it comes to matches such as this that degrade and humiliate women in this sport! I know your track record when it comes to these things. In The SWA� your onetime boyfriend ordered you to face Dutchess Love in an Evening Gown Match� needless to say� he was the one left stripped of his pride� not you and not Love! This is the first time that The GWA has done this to its women� and if it�s allowed to go on� it will not be the last!

Stacey looks at Terry with a glimmer of amusement in her eye�

Stacey: So� I should give a damn about this� for what reason?

Terry�s face looks strained as she drives home her point�

Terry: Because Stacey� you�ll be next� it might not be this weekend or next� but your time will come. You are The GWA Maximus Champion! That title is a shining symbol of masculine superiority� and who holds it? A woman� someone who wears makeup, lace underwear, and is royally pissed off seemingly for no good reason at least for one whole week every single month! Do you really think that The GWA will allow you to continue to be its flag bearer in that regard? The answer is no! You know it and I know it! This match against Chris Carpenter is proof of that� ask yourself the question� why is this match taking place?

Stacey�s expression remained unchanged, but inside her thoughts ebbed and flowed as she pondered the question yet again. Despite herself� she couldn�t totally deny what Terry was saying� even as much as she wanted to. Stacey shook her head�

Stacey: I�m not disagreeing with everything you say� but if it were entirely true� this match would be for the title� HELL! I begged for it to be a title match� but I got flat turned down on both sides of the playing field!

Terry chuckles�

Terry: Don�t you see? They don�t want the title taken from you� they want you to quit! They want you to give the title up� that way they can say �Look at that! Just like we said! Women can�t continue to compete with men! They�ll quit every single time!�

Terry shakes her head�

Terry: They are going to wear you down� then they are going to brush you aside just as easily as they pushed my girls into this degrading three falls match up. How long before you find yourself in the same predicament? How long before you are put into a match where you�ll have to be stripped of your clothes and your dignity to lose? How long before you�re forced to wrestling in jello or mud for some sick f*ck�s personal pleasure! I�ll tell you right now� that day is coming and it�s coming damn soon! Either we all stand together� or we all fall apart!

Terry puts her hand on Stacey�s arm a second time, and when she fails to reject her touch as she did the first time, Terry smiles�

Terry: I�m not asking you to leave The Circle� hell� as organizations go� The Circle has always been a shining example of fair and equal treatment for womankind. A company run by women� dominated by women� one that doesn�t constantly exploit us as sex objects! No� The Circle is necessary in our cause as an example if nothing else� but W.A.V.E. takes it to another level� with us� there is no hidden agenda� it�s all laid out there for the world to see. So� I�m begging you� if not for yourself� then for all the women who�ll come after you� stand with us on Pinnacle.

Stacey stared at Terry for a long while� allowing her words to sink in as she bombarded each and every thought with her own reasoning. Finally Stacey turned to the plexi-glass window and rapped her knuckles against it to get the attention of the driver. A few moments later the window rolled down�

Stacey: Stop the car�

Stacey watches as the driver�s eyes glance over towards Terry, apparently seeking approval. Stacey reaches through the window and wraps her fingers around the man�s throat�

Stacey: WHAT PART OF STOP THE F*CKING CAR DID YOU HAVE DIFFICULTY UNDERSTANDING!

The car veers over to the side of the road, smashing into several garbage cans as it screeches to a stop. Stacey let�s the man�s throat go as she slaps the driver�s cap off his head vindictively. Stacey turns to Terry, who seems a bit less happy with the direct of negotiations. Stacey turns to Terry as she opens the door�

Stacey: I don�t like you� and I don�t like your girls either! But I don�t totally disagree with what you have to say.

Stacey gets out of the car and starts to leave. Terry slides over the window�

Terry: So we can count on your support for this Saturday?

Stacey stopped and looked back at Terry�

Stacey: God helps those who help themselves� I�m no different.

Stacey turns and walks off as Terry is left to ponder her cryptic message. Terry closes the door to the limo and sits back in the leather seat for a few moments more before looking around and abruptly rolling up the window�

Terry: Jesus! Where in the hell are we!! Driver� Uptown please� and step on it!

Stacey looked back as the stretched limousine broke traction and sped off towards a safer section of the city. Stacey shook her head as she walked down the street pondering what Terry had said. It made sense� in a way� but Stacey had no desire to become some poster child for women�s rights, despite what many people billed her upcoming match with Chris Carpenter as. Carpenter had made his feeling known� he was a die hard macho man� he�d never take losing to a woman in a match up lightly. No doubt he�d fight her to the death if he had to in order to save face. And that suited Stacey just fine since she had no intention of letting him leave the building breathing or in one piece! Carpenter had made a big deal out of the fact that no mere woman was going to defeat him in a match� and while that would have served as a spark in her a year ago� she no longer cared about the issue of gender. The fact of the matter was that Carpenter had disrespected her� the fact that she was a woman meant nothing. Others would praise her for the tremendous accomplishments she had made� but only because she was a woman� not because she was a deserving athlete. Her accomplishments here rivaled those of other wrestlers� male or female. Two legitimate title reigns� no one can doubt that despite Porci� Raventhorne�s brilliant showing at Paradise Lost� had Stacey not opted to turn her vengeance on Tymolin Stryker� few would argue that she�d be a dual champion at this very moment. But titles were secondary to respect� Carpenter had none for her� all because she had a reproductive system with eggs instead of sperm. Stacey smiled as she thought of it in such literal terms, but for the simple minded� literal seemed appropriate. Stacey�s smile faded as she thought back to what Terry had said about her being next to be exploited, and the more she thought about it� the more it seemed likely. The staff was not seeing eye to eye with Stacey for various reasons� not all entirely their fault� but their problem none-the-less! It was only a matter of time before Runner or Joy took it upon themselves to follow Fury�s lead with The Femmes. And though Stacey tried her best to not care� somewhere deep down inside� she still felt the need to avoid being treated like an object. Stacey stuck her hands in her pockets an walked a few blocks more, stepping over winos and around puddles of urine as she made her way back across town in the dead of night. As Stacey rounded the corner she glanced up as the sounds of a rather one sided fight caught her attention�

Pimp: B*TCH!! I TOLD YOUR ASS!! DON�T YOU EVER HIDE ONE DAMN THIN RED PENNY FROM ME!! I WANT MY MOTHERF*CKIN MONEY RIGHT NOW� OR I�LL KILL YOUR ASS!!!

Stacey�s eye twitched as the pimp slapped the prostitute with a vicious back hand that drew blood from the corner of her mouth and sent her flying back against he wall, smashing her head against the concrete wall. A tiny cry escaped her lips� but nothing audible as she slid down the wall, cowering in fear. The pimp kicked her in the ribs, sending her rolling down the sidewalk� coming to rest at Stacey�s feet. She looked down as the beaten woman then up at the pimp as he stared at her�

Pimp: Whasup b*tch� you looking for a mothf*ckin job? If not� you need to move your ass on down the street and let me deal wit this trick before she gets your ass in a sling too!

Stacey looked down at the woman groveling at her feet as she grabbed at her legs� looking for someone to help her� anyone. Stacey stepped away from her in disgust. Stacey stepped around the woman and looked up at the grinning face of her tormenter as he gave her a good look at all his gold capped teeth�

Pimp: Yeah� move your ass along� before I decide it�s time to add another piece of p*ssy to my collection!

Stacey gave one more glance down at the beaten woman as she tried to reach out towards her�

Prostitute: Help� hel� please! Ple�

Stacey turned away and walked towards the distant lights of the uptown area. Behind her the sounds of the woman being beaten echoed off every wall. Stacey turned the corner and stopped as she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. Is this the person she was now� someone that could turn away from someone in need so callously? The way that the fans, Mei, Kris, and Kenny had done to her? Stacey opened her eyes as she heard the sounds of the woman being kicked and slapped repeatedly. Stacey cursed herself as she knew what she�d do� but was powerless to stop herself. Stacey walked around the corner and grabbed the pimp from behind and spun him around roughly as he stood over the woman. Before the man could react, Stacey popped him in the nose with an open palm left that broke his nose and she dropped him like a stone as she struck him in the windpipe with a short knuckle punch. The pimp fell to his knees holding his ruined nose in one hand and his throat in the other as his eyes bulged. Stacey spit on him as she kicked him viciously in the chest, sending him smashing into the side of a parked Ford Pinto. The man fell to his side as he gasped for air, and found his supply less than adequate. Stacey turned to the beaten woman and kneeled down beside her as she brushed the blood soaked hair away from her beaten and bruised face�

Stacey: It�s okay now� can you stand up?

The woman�s eyes darted around nervously, then found Stacey as she tried to get up. The woman glanced over at the pimp as he choked and gagged on the ground�

Prostitute: Poppi? POPPI!!!

The woman tried to push Stacey away as she crawled to get at her pimp. Stacey grabbed the woman and shook her violently�

Stacey: What the f*ck is wrong with you b*tch? This man was going to kill yo�

Stacey�s head snapped back as the woman lashed out at her violently. Stacey dropped her to the pavement and stepped away as she touched the place on her face where she�d been slapped. The prostitute dragged her own beaten body over to the pimp as she sobbed and begged him to forgive her. Even turning her anger on Stacey and cursing her. Stacey wiped the blood off the side of her face as she walked over to the woman and grabbed her around the throat and pulled her up and violently smashed her into the side of the car, cracking the window. Stacey balled her fist and prepared to beat the woman even more, but as she looked in her face� she saw that she had been broken. Not all together physically� but mentally� spiritually. She was now a creature of habit� born to this life and hopelessly trapped in it. Stacey grabbed the woman by her face and pulled her up close to her own as the woman�s terrified eyes flashed to and fro�

Stacey: Remember what I say� God helps those who help themselves�

Stacey shoved the woman back down as she landed on top of her pimp. Stacey turned and started walking toward the more brightly lit portion of the city. It had been a bumpy night already� and she still had much to think about. The scene faded�

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