Somewhere inthe future WeHo, seven women are on their way to what will be the fight to fight of their lives…

Bette’s House

  "I.C. sent one of her assistants out to tell everyone that the meeting is still on at 10 o’clock at the Santa Monica Pier. No knives, no tasers, no guns…right, Kit?" Peggy Peabody , the leader if the rag-tag gang, The Elles, said giving a stern look in the woman’s direction. "well, damn. Try to bust a cap in ONE bitch’s ass, who might I say deserved it, and suddenly you’re Billy Badass!" bemoaned Kit, crossing her arms in anger. "How many people are gonna be there," asks a curious Dana. "Every damn lesbian in the city." "Really?" cry Shane and Papi with identical smirks on their face. "Hey, keep it in your pants. This night is about unity, not pleasure." Bette; always the calm head in the group second to Peggy. "I don’t know, Peggy. No weapons? We’ll be going there defenseless. Kinda sounds like a trap. She hasn’t been too friendly with is in the past. Why would she start now? Not to mention all those other gangs." Tasha ever vigilant as ever. "It may seem like things are a tad off, but if anything goes wrong I’ll be right there. Everyone knows I’m a bit a bitch, but I doubt they want to find out how big."

  Their musings were cut short as they head a familiar voice over the radio. "That was Peaches with "The Boys Wanna be Her" and as always I’m Alice Pieszecki and you’re listening to The Chart. Listen up, Bumpers. I’m here to confirm that, yes the meeting is still on and yes, the same rules still apply. Ladies, if you’re packin’, it better be in your underwear," says Alice in her smoothest radio voice. "What the hell?," Dana exclaims. She was wondering why the blonde was missing. Anger and frustration fueling her motions,  Dana picks up the phone, dialling the radio station. "Alright, Bumpers. The next song is- oh, it looks like we have a caller. Caller, you’re on the air," "Alice, what the hell are you doing? You’re supposed to be here with us!" "I thought it would be cooler if I just broadcasted from here. Ya know, giving constant updates to those unfortunate few who can’t make it." Giving up, Dana said with a sigh, "Whatever, Alice. We’ll meet up the meeting’s over."

10 p.m.  Santa Monica Pier

  "Damn. I don’t think I’ve seen this many lesbians in one place in my life!" exclaimed Kit in complete awe at the scene before her. Thousands of women wearing their colors milling around under the blinking lights of the ferris wheel. "Don’t let your guard down. We need to be on top of our game if anything happens," says the anxious Tasha. Something just didn’t sit right with her.  Noticing the movement towards the base of the ferris wheel, The Elles follow and find their spot amongst the crowd. The audience quiets as a spotlight focuses on the bottom car of the ride.

  "Can you count, ladies? I say the future is ours if you can count!" The booming voice of none other than Ilene Chaiken addresses the crowd. "We’ve got the Softball Furies next to The Lezzies. The Tibetters next to the Belenas. Nobody’s flaming nobody. Sixty thousand lesbians. There can’t be more than twenty thousand heterosexuals in all of West Hollywood. Can you dig it? Can you dig it? CAN YOU DIG IT!?! Now, I know that we’ve all had our disaggrements in the past. With the terrible writing and the so-called "character assassinations"- " To the far left, a Danish gang member yells, "DANAAAAAA!" "What the hell was that?" says a confused Dana. "-some animosity has formed between all of us. Well, from now on, no more repeated cheating, no more random trips into the mind of a demented writer and most definitely no more new women breaking up happy homes!" Screams of elation and relief fill the air. Everyone rejoicing, except for two.

  "No more homewreaking!? No more cheating!? We’re screwed," Tonya moaned. "Just settle down. I got something that’ll take care of this little problem." Pulling out a Colt .45 handgun, Candace took aim and fired never noticing a stunned Dana looking on. Time comes to a standstill as the bullet pierces Ilene’s heart, pushing her limp body to the ground with a thud. Chaos errupts instantly as her assistants flock the stage. Cries of confusion are heard everywhere as the fog around Dana’s brain dissipates. She begins to scream, when Candace finally notices her. Before Dana can speak, she screams, "It was The Elles! They did it! They shot Chaiken!"