Post by daisythrash on Jun 3, 2018 3:42:19 GMT
LAW Productions proudly presents:
A Fistful of Daisies
Episode 1: "The Newcomer"
(The scene opens on Daisy Thrash making her way down a dusty trail heading towards the boom town of Boyle Heights (which is absolutely not the backlot of Universal Studios Hollywood) on the back of her trusty palomino Faith. She was garbed in her usual blue jeans, black leather jacket, and cowboy boots. With her Stetson cowboy hat and aviators, of course. She comes to a stop right outside the town and pulls a photo of Miranda Minors out of her jacket pocket.)
Daisy: “You slipped outta my grasp for the last time, you little varmint! I swear I’ll find you. And when I do, you’re gonna pay for what you pulled!”
(Rumors of a sighting of notorious outlaw Miranda Minors is what brings Daisy to Boyle Heights this day. As she rides into town, various Wanted posters come into view. One in particular stands out to Daisy: Tiffany Santana aka “La Princesa Rebelde”. Wanted dead or alive for multiple counts of murder and bank robbery. Reward: $10,000. Daisy wasn’t exactly made of cash right now, so she decided to take a little detour on her way to Miranda Minors. First stop was the saloon to let Faith rest and gather more information on La Princesa Rebelde. Making her way into the saloon, she removes her aviators and takes in the usual sights. Crowded poker tables, a piano player tinkling away in the corner, and a voluptuous bartender wiping down her bar. She saunters over to the bar and takes a seat on a stool. The bartender looks up.)
Bartender: “What can I get ya?”
Daisy: “Whiskey. Cheapest you’ve got.”
(As the bartender places Daisy’s drink down, an obviously drunken gentleman stumbles his way up to the bar. The initials stitched into his gun holster read D.D.)
Drunk Guy: “Heeeeey! *hic* Wanna ‘nother drink!”
Bartender: “No way, you roostered-up blowhard! I’m cuttin’ you off. Now vamoose!”
Drunk Guy: “Dun’ have a conniption fit, Cammy! You’s so much purtier when you smile!”
(At this, “Cammy” picks up a wine bottle and smashes it over the gentleman’s head! This only stuns him, so Daisy stands up and smashes his head into the bar top. He falls over, unconscious.)
Daisy: “That man’s as crazy as a sheepherder. ‘Dun worry, I won’t tell the Sheriff or nothin’.”
“Cammy”: “Ain’t no Sheriff to tell. Thanks for yer help. I’m Cameron, by the way.”
Daisy: “Daisy. Now how come there ain’t no Sheriff around?”
Cameron: “That dog-gone Princesa Rebelde shot him down in broad daylight! Now he ain’t nothin’ but buzzard food. Say, you’re dreadful tough yourself. I reckon you’d be a great Sheriff!”
Daisy: “Awful kind of you to say that, but I can’t stick around f’r too long. I’m on a mission of my own. I gotta track down that goldarned Miranda Minors!”
Cameron: “Yeah, I heard she made her way here about a day ago. But if you become the Sheriff, I reckon it’ll be that much easier to catch her!”
Daisy: “You know what? You may be right. Very well, I’ll be yer Sheriff.”
(Cameron smiles and takes out a shiny Sheriff’s badge that she was keeping under her counter for some reason. She presents it to Daisy, who pins it to her jacket.)
Daisy: “So what’s all this about La Princesa Rebelde?”
Cameron: “Our previous Sheriff ain’t the only one she killed. She’s been wagin’ war all over our fair city! And she robbed our bank not too long ago. Heard she made off with somethin’ big, bigger than money. I ‘dun know exactly what.”
Daisy: “Know anythin’ ‘bout her whereabouts?”
Cameron: “Last I heard she was spotted near the livery stable the other night.”
Daisy: “She’s probably hidin’ out in yer stable. I gotta skedaddle! There ain’t no time to lose!”
(The scene cuts to a woman who highly resembles LAW wrestler Tiffany Santana, but is not actually her. She is standing behind the livery stable, holding a large object that highly resembles the LAW Championship belt.)
“Tiffany”: “Finally, I’m gettin’ what I deserve after so long! Ain’t no one that can take this away from me! No one except…”
(“Tiffany” turns around, pistol drawn. Before she can fire, her pistol is shot out of her hand! Cut to Daisy, her Colt .45 drawn and smoking.)
Daisy: “Yer under arrest, Miss Santana. I suggest you come quietly. Otherwise this’ll turn mighty ugly.”
“Tiffany”: “Curses! When did this gol-darn town get a new Sheriff?”
Daisy: “‘Bout ten minutes ago. Get movin’, Miss Santana. The Sheriff’s office is quite a way.”
(The scene transitions to Daisy sat behind the desk in her new office. “Tiffany” is locked up in a cell behind her. Daisy is looking over the large object “Tiffany” stole when the office door suddenly opens. Cameron enters, accompanied by a young man with shoulder-length dark hair and a mustache and trimmed beard.)
Cameron: “Sheriff, this gentleman here was askin’ to see you.”
Daisy: “What’s yer name, son?”
Luke: “Luke, ma’am.”
Daisy: “What brings you here, Luke?”
Luke: “I was workin’ at the livery stable and I saw you defeat La Princesa Rebelde. You’s a powerful brave woman. I’d like to be yer Deputy.”
Daisy: “You got any experience as a lawman, Luke? Have you even held a gun before?
Luke: “N..no. But I’m willin’ to learn. I wanna help ya. Please lemme be yer Deputy!”
Daisy: “Alright, alright. But you do whatever I tell ya, got it?”
Luke: “Yes, ma’am! Thank you, ma’am!”
Cameron: *gestures at the mysterious object* “You figure out what that thing is, Sheriff?”
Daisy: “Not yet. But I got time. I got all the time in the world.”
Director: “Cut! Alright, that’s a wrap! Great job everyone!”
(Daisy and the other performers get off the set. As the others mill around, Daisy walks towards the camera, her spurs jingling, the large prop still in her hands.)
“Oh, Tiffany. Bad things happen to those who underestimate me. Just ask Madison Kaline. I might only have a prop now, but soon enough I will have the real thing. Count on it.”
(Royalty-free western music plays as Daisy turns around and heads “into the sunset.”)