No Mans Land 2020 : Show

[SWAT Team]

Syndicate Wrestling & Tradition and the XHF presents ....

Coming to you LIVE from The SWAT AMAZONS ARENA,. New York

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome fans! Welcome to No Man’s Land!! WELCOME TO SWAT!!!

Andrew Fulton : What a show New Years Nightmare was, completely off the hook mate.

Jeremy Tucker : For those of you living under a rock, Mr Joe Pesci is no longer owner of this company, he lost to Radu in our main event, and as a stipulation of the match, he is now banned from all wrestling and his shares in our company have been listed for sale.

Andrew Fulton : Are you going to buy any Jerry?

Jeremy Tucker : Not on this wage.

Andrew Fulton : Nor with keeping my gold digger sister in comfort either, you poor sap.

Jeremy Tucker : (changing the subject) Tonight, we have a huge Womens Tourney, with the winner getting TWO MILLION DOLLARS! All the big stars of SWAT Amazons are entered, and we have some ring ins also.

Andrew Fulton : All the best of the Amazons? What about Blaze?

Jeremy Tucker : She is no longer with the company I’m afraid to report.

Andrew Fulton : What? Nooooo!!! I was wondering why she hasn’t been returning my messages.

Jeremy Tucker : That’s most probably the norm, but be that as it may, she is taking a hiatus from SWAT, and we move on and any one of these eight entrants will be a very worthy winner!

Andrew Fulton : So we lost Freya AND Pesci. Damn.

Jeremy Tucker : Also tonight, we have the World Title on the line, Jonnie defending against Goth.

Andrew Fulton : Goth is on a rampage, he is not happy after the War Games.

Jeremy Tucker : He is never happy.

Andrew Fulton : True, but even more so, he didn’t want to team with Valentine to begin with, and Frostbite jumping ship and joining the KGB, that’s got to be eating at him also.

Jeremy Tucker : That’s eating up the whole of SWAT!

Andrew Fulton : What about Radu now battling Zoran tonight, nd not to mention the Royal Rumble? Who will win it Jerry? Who is even in charge here now?

Jeremy Tucker : Well, Zoran is in the ring right now, so, let’s find out.

[The crowd is in a bad mood...]

[...Largely owing to the man in the centre of the ring.]

Zoran Sainovic: Well... Joe is gone. Laugh it up. He made me commissioner... looks like I'll soon be on ze unemployment line. Amusing. I can collect food stamps with Brian Acres.

[The crowd let Zoran know how they feel about his sadistic firing of the popular jobber.]

Zoran Sainovic: So ze question becomes - what is next for you, Zoran? Well I am still the acting commissioner until ze stock holders decide on who gets ze job. While a power vaccuum exists behind ze scenes, I am very much in control until zey straighten it out. As a member of Pesci's camp, my position is tenuous at best. As such I would like to put your minds at ease, so consider ze SWAT's state of ze union. Where are we? Where are we going? Here it is...

With limited prospects under current ownership, I have decided to operate with a SCORCHED EARTH policy.

In essence, I will burn SWAT so badly, zat zey keep me around in ze confused understand zat I am ze only person who can unfuck things. I can't. I am REALLY going to fuck things up. Badly. Seriously - I'd feel bad for SWAT if it was any other organization.

I was zinking of giving pink slips to everyone who under performs in ze rumble, but now I want to push ze lazy assholes hard.

[Orion - Eternity (Chillout Version) hits and Turner struts down the aisle, glaring at the crowd with contempt and disgust. Recognizing the chip on the comissioner's shoulder, Timeless goes for an abbreviated entrance to meet Sainovic.]

Timeless: Zoran. Let me be blunt and to the point. Firstly, you are one hell of an authority figure, much better than some of the peons i have seen holding sway over this company. (Flattery never fails, and Zoran smiles, proud of himself) So, i have a little issue, with one 110% Jerk Off Syberus.

Zoran Sainovic: With Syberus - zat extra 10% is him putting on a gut right?

Timeless: He is running around SWAT renaming our belts, I mean, who does that? (grins as the crowd let him know he did) What I’m saying Zoran, is, he already lucked into being the last entrant in the Rumble, that’s locked in, BUT .... if he were a fighting champion, wouldn’t he put his belt on the line in the Rumble?

Zoran Sainovic: Well if he can't keep his feet on the ground, he doesn't deserve a belt. Hardcore title on the line in a Rumble? Good suggestion Turner, that sounds like scorched earth to me. Whoever throws him over the top rope, will be ze NEW International Champion.

[Timeless smiles smugly, sure that he's cost Syberus his title.]

"That's enough."

*MASSIVE POP!*

[Radu Matei steps out on the entrance ramp, his arm still in a cast, along with everything else.]

Radu Matei: Make Brewster answer for her crimes. Make the world title mean something. Save SWAT from Joe's poison.

I have accomplished everything I set out to... and not a minute too soon. This idol has been sacrificed.

My wrestling days are over...

*Disappointed reaction from the needy crowd*

Radu Matei: ...But even though the flesh is weak... the spirit remains. ...And it sounds like there is one last evil for me to save SWAT from. I might dislike Syberus as a person, but he'll be a great champion - despite your best efforts. A title on the line in a rumble? You don't deserve to be commissioner, Zoran. And I'm not the only one who thinks that. A number of the new stock holders are less than impressed too.

Zoran Sainovic: 50 percent?

Radu Matei: It’s going to take them some time to push that through. Enough time that you could do some real damage.

I'm not going to let that happen.

So this was the compromise... tonight you and me... one fall... with the commissioner position on the line!

*MONSTER POP*

Zoran Sainovic: You can't do zat!

Radu Matei: Not yet... but the people who can, ALREADY DID!

[The crowd pop again while Zoran curses from the ring.]

Zoran Sainovic: FINE. I'm not afraid of you! I'm still in charge. Ze hardcore strap is on ze line in ze rumble. ...And to reward Timeless for his great idea, I'm giving you him next battleground. You might be ze commissioner zen? Doubt it, but even if you are, ze ink on zis contract will be dry. You can't wrestle anymore? I'm going to HURT you tonight, and on ze next battleground, Timeless has you HELL IN A CELL!!! You zink you can handle a non-wrestling job when you're eating out of a tube!

Radu Matei: But in a cage, how will I put Roxy in the hospital?

Timeless: SON OF A BITCH!!!

[Leaving the ring, Timeless starts charging up the aisle at Radu.]

Radu Matei: Don't worry Zoran, when I'm commish I'm sure you'll still have a role here as a wrestler.

[Radu drops the mic with a smirk, turning to meet the raging Timeless. Sainovic continues to mutter obscenities realizing that he could lose two jobs in one night. Before Timeless can reach Radu, twenty security guards swarm between them.]

Zoran Sainovic: You're going to pay for zis.

[thejerseydevildiva]

Act 1: Another Victory

It is better to lead from behind and to put others in front, especially when you celebrate victory when nice things occur. You take the front line when there is danger. Then people will appreciate your leadership.
Nelson Mandela

The scene opens on the backstage area of the arena. Stage hands made their way along the hallway trying to get things arranged for the first match of the night. The crowd enjoyed the first part and now were waiting for the ladies to begin the show. The camera moves along the hallway and soon stops on a door that is cracked open a slight bit.  The door opens and Joanne steps out with the Amazon title hanging off of her shoulder. She fixes her hair and starts down the hallway and soon rounds the corner and soon she sees Radu. She smirks revealing her fangs as she moves toward him almost in one step. She stands behind him.

Joanne: Hello Radu.

Radu shivers like someone walked over his grave, but tries not to show it

Radu: Ms. Canelli.

Joanne smiles as she moves in front of him.

Joanne: Call me Joanne please... Miss Canelli is my mother... Or was rather.

Radu rubs the heavy bandages on the left side of his throat, not letting on the searing pain from a bite that still hasn’t healed two months later

Radu: Joanne.

Joanne: That's better. I saw what happened earlier and I have to say that I'm surprised... I mean I gave you somethin' that would help you along. All you need is one little sip. No need to be so cold, Radu.

Joanne smirks.

Joanne: You’re practically a corpse. We could have helped Joe end this, but chose not to.

Radu: Some of you did.

Joanne: Turner is an impetuous child. I wasn’t out there, and that would have meant the difference. Frankly I’d think you’d be more grateful.

Radu's eyes narrow as he looks at her.

Radu: Sure. I’m thanking my lucky stars.

Joanne's lips curl into a sadistic smile before she licks her lips.

Joanne: Luck has nothing to do with it.

Radu: Yeah. I’m good thanks. If I wanted the world title back, I’d take it from Valentine. Put Syberus in his place? I’m sure if I mop up the ring after a match I can soak up an extra 10 percent. Last year, my body broke down... I can no longer walk, lay down, think... without pain. Constant pain. And the only thing I miss...

Radu flinches.

Radu: ... is the sleep...

She puts a hand on his chest and smiles.

Joanne: I can fix that. All it takes is that small vile. It will improve your health and make you better than you have ever been.

Radu: I’m sure you can fix that. My dreams are haunted. Hell, it feels like I’ve already been slipped something. No Joanne. Watch my matches. You’ll see a man who has a death wish, not one looking for the extension you’re offering.

Radu starts to leave but stops.

Radu: There aren’t many people I hate more than Lynn Brewster. Oh, I freed her from Pesci. Let her out of her cage. Returned that favour. The only reason she still has a job after the war games, is me ending Joe. I did her that kindness. ...But I still hope you kick her teeth down her throat.

He flinches once again, as Joanne smirks.

Radu: If it was anyone other than Lynn, I don’t think I’d be pulling for you.

As his voice becomes increasingly hostile, Radu again starts to leave, only to freeze dead in his tracks. Waves of fear wash over him, his chest tightens, heart slows down, like he was having a panic attack. Joanne walks past him, slowly, to let him know who’s in control.

Joanne: I could give you anythin' you wanted. Give you power beyond belief... But...

She turns and goes to walk off.

Joanne: Sweet dreams Radu.

As the angel of darkness disappears from view, Radu again starts to breathe, staggering over to a wall, he cringes in agony. What just happened? Joanne continues down the long hallway and soon runs into Glenda. Joanne sighs, but humors her for a few minutes.

GG: Joanne, just the woman I wanted to see.

Joanne: Really? Are you just sayin' that because you were lookin' for someone else or were you actually lookin' for me?

GG: No, one of your boys told me that you had left the locker room a few minutes ago.

Joanne: I see. So what do you want?

GG: I waned to get a few words about your match against Brewster tonight.

Joanne: What can I say? I mean she got her freedom but is that a good thin'? She's a target again for everyone includin' me and I'm not goin' to hold back on her. After War Games I'm sure she's lookin' for revenge but she's no goin' to get it on me. I plan on puttin' Brewster through hell and back in this match and gettin' all the way to the end of this little tourney.

GG: Are you looking forward to facing everyone in this tournament?

Joanne shakes her head.

Joanne: Not really. I've faced ff against most of them. Let's see Ive faced off against Linda, and won, and Brewster once before and won I've faced off against Suzi Swallow... I mean Spitz and won... At least I think I've faced her besides in War Games. The other three I'm not really sure who they are. I mean if they were any good I would have paid attention to them, but apparently they can't be that good. It doesn't matter who wins the other matches because I'll be the one to take it all and show the rest of the so called Amazons in the locker room that I am the best of the best.

GG: What about Jade?

Joanne smirks as she leans against the wall as she adjusts the title on her shoulder.

Joanne: What about her? She's in the KGB, and she and I both know that this match is nothin' but business. I plan on doin' what I need to do and winnin' this match. I know Jade will do the same thin'. And I'm not goin' to doubt her abilities or what can she do in the middle of the ring. I will warn my other possible opponents comin' up. I will stand and I will fight to the end no matter what they do or what they bring into there with them.

GG: Is there anything else that you want to say to your first opponent?

Joanne: Not really. What happened at War Games is goin' to be nothin' compared to what I am goin' to do to you in this match. I have free range to do with you as I wish in this one. I plan on destroyin' you no matter what you do to stop me. I'm not walkin' away empty handed from this one. We are the Mafioso and we get paid to kick your ass. See you soon Brewster, and good luck, you're goin' to need it.

GG: Thank you Joanne. And good luck.

Joanne smiles a strange smile as she fixes the title on her shoulder.

Joanne: I don't need luck. But they will when I'm done with them. See ya around Glenda.

With that Joanne walks off leaving Glenda alone once again as the scene fades to black.

[The Shattered Dolls]

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LEAKED VIDEO FOOTAGE...

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The shutters slam open and closed against the old weather-beaten house, the house once owned by an extremely wealthy tobacco farmer was an amazing and beautiful sight to see. Three stories of unique and elegant architecture, no one would ever know by the looks of it what evils it beheld. The owner's pillars of the community, of the church the locals believed they were good Christian people who adopted four young little girls, rescued them from various group homes.

The four girls were forced to dress alike throughout their years there, they never went anywhere without each other or their adoptive parents. They never were allowed to play with anyone outside of the family, they never attended a public school or local events. They were kept in the house everyone in the town called it the "Doll House" as the house looked exactly like an old fashioned Dollhouse.

As the years passed and the girls grew older the Dollhouse became their sanctuary and their prison. Melody and her sisters were treated as if they were nothing more than porcelain dolls to be used as puppets for their master. Now, Melody and her sisters are no longer controlled by their father but by a new Puppetmaster.

The wind creeps through the cracks of the house whistling as Melody Doll sits in her old playroom brushing the hair to her favorite doll...



The Puppetmaster has eyes everywhere, along with video cameras watching his precious Dolls, the camera catches Melody speaking to her doll about her opponent Hannah Rockford and The Dark Carnival.

~Melody Doll~
Such a pretty girl, one of these days I will get you a new dress, maybe after I beat this Hannah Rockford and win the SWAT women's tournament. The Puppetmaster told me if I do good, I can buy some new things for you. This company SWAT just doesn't know what we can do, do they? They don't understand the things we have seen, the things we have done or the things we will do.

~Melody Doll~
Unlike the precious beautiful porcelain doll that Hannah Rockford pretends to be, with her wonderful life. We know we are the real dolls we may be shattered I may be shattered but I am yet broken.

Melody continues t brush the hair of her doll, as the weather begins to get worse outside, snow is falling like a snowglobe being shaken by a little kid.

~Melody Doll~
I want to play with her, too, I bet Hannah would like to play dress-up just like we use to with daddy, I bet Hannah is used to playing dress-up with people. She would like it, we never did at first but now we like it when we're good dolls we get stuff, like food, new clothes, and new dolls to play with.

~Melody Doll~
But when we're bad, daddy use to punish us, he would shatter our dolls, tear up our clothes and leave us in the basement for days until we learned our lesson. Now when we're bad The Puppetmaster punishes us!

~Melody Doll~
Mr. Cullen says we have to win, if we want to remain a part of The Dark Carnival, he says he will do more than shatter us if we lose he will burn down the Dollhouse. We can't lose the Dollhouse it's all we have, and our sisters would be mad at us too.

As Melody pauses for a moment she stands up heading over to the open window as she hears the Ice cream truck coming down the driveway. As she watches it stops and her sisters get out of it. She places her doll back on the old wooden shelf in the corner of the playroom before walking out the door she turns to her doll and continues to speak.

~Melody Doll~
Next time I see you dolly I will have a new outfit for you, I promise I will beat Hannah Rockford. How do I know because I may be shattered but I will never break.

Melody smiles and skips out of the room...

[Phoenix Roost]

FROM: Kaji Fireson [REDACTED]@[REDACTED]
TO: Albion Gale [REDACTED]@[REDACTED]
DATE: [REDACTED], 2020
SUBJECT: New Endeavors

Kaji Fireson (voiceover): Albion, I appreciate that you are restless given the current, seemingly unending stasis surrounding the end of Legends, but I don’t think I can recommend this course of action to you. I have seen the card for No Man’s Land, so I know the point is moot, but there are so many other places to ply your trade in the world in 2020.

Yes, a couple of my old friends and colleagues are there. I have not dug through the archives yet to see what crimes she has apparently committed, but after you are no longer in direct competition with her, I have little doubt that bringing up my name to Lynn Brewster should get you a warm welcome.

I am not familiar with most of the women in SWAT, but if they are cut from the same cloth as the men, then you should watch your back. Dave O’Connor was pretty brutal, but some of the things these guys are capable of would make him piss himself. They are from the old guard, and back in the day, there were no fucks to give. I broke my back and returned three months later to utterly ruin my body. Don't make the same mistakes I did.

If you encounter Lynn outside of the ring, give her my regards. If you run into anybody on the list I am about to text you, try to ingratiate yourself to them. They are good guys and you can learn a lot from them...but under no circumstances are you to bring up Joanslams in their presence. It’s been almost ten years, but I’m confident Drew will still bitch about that.

Keep Seiji close to you. If you let the numbers game get to you if you cross the wrong group of these people, you will regret it.

Good luck.

Kaji

[The scene, which had been just a rising crawl of the words Kaji was saying as he said them on a black background, now fades in on a brightly lit smartphone screen with a list of names on it.]

Jonnie Valentine
Andrew Karnage
Kilroy Evans (if he’s there)
Syberus*
Marty Donovan*

[The person holding the phone scrolls down a bit to read the footnote about Syberus and Marty.]

NOTE: goodness does not equal kindness. Syb is a grade A cunt and Marty might seem like a space cadet, but he’s wickedly dangerous when he wants to be. Be cautious, but you’d rather be on their side than against them.

[There is a flutter of blonde hair at the edge of the screen as though someone nodded. The phone gets locked and moves out of shot as the camera moves forward, then swings around to show the face of a woman with long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a serene expression of supreme confidence.

There is also a brown-haired Japanese man with brown eyes peeking over her shoulder.]

???: He sent you one too, huh?

Albion: GAH!

[The woman starts and whirls around, revealing herself to be dressed in a black trenchcoat with some red accents, but it is much less interesting than the vibrant, perhaps painfully colorful sleeveless trench of the Japanese man that has his hands up and behind his head, not in the GET DOWN ON THE GROUND posture but more of an overly casual lean.]

???: Sorry, didn’t mean to startle.

Albion: I don’t know how you thought anything else would happen, Seiji.

[The Japanese man chuckles.]

Seiji: Fair. For what it’s worth, he was even more of a fear-monger in mine. Well, that and absolutely not subtly trying to live vicariously through me winning the Rumble. Do you know how many Rumbles he’s been in? Do you know how many he’s won? (None) Do you know what he’s learned from all of those failures? Because if you lose out of the tournament, I might just have time to read his letter to you before the heat death of the universe.

[Albion shakes her head, face now screwed up in a combination of genuine anxiety and performative disgust.]

Albion: Hard pass.

Seiji: Suit yourself. What’s the plan?

[Albion shrugs.]

Albion: This won’t be the first time I’ve won a tournament. But this is the first time I’ve been in a tournament that takes place over the course of the same night. I don’t know what Kaji was so worried about. It’s in my nature to take on new challenges.

Seiji: I think he’s more worried about the people around us.

[Seiji waves his hand to show the environment that they are in. There are straggling security guards just now disentangling from the brouhaha that took place at the start of the show between Radu and Timeless Alex Turner.]

Seiji: I haven’t had a chance to see all of the last show, but I gotta’ tell you...some of it makes the O’Connors look like tiny baby children.

[Albion sighs, fighting hard to restrain herself from rolling her eyes.]

Albion: You too, huh?

Seiji: I know you’re tough, but you have to pick your spots with these people or you’re going to get a spike in the head.

[Albion looks like she’s going to retort, but then she’s interrupted by the first few (post-static) seconds of “Burn” by Three Days Grace. She responds to this by pulling out her phone and looking at the text she just got.

Crazy bitches brought assault rifles to the arena two shows ago. Fucking anything is possible. Watch your back.

[For about two seconds, Albion’s face goes pale and gaunt, but then she furrows her brow and screws her face up in determination...and maybe a bit of anger.]

Seiji: I don’t know that I like that look.

Albion: It’s not a war look yet. But here’s what I know. This is a place of supreme darkness. Maybe it’s on the way up, or maybe it’s perennial twilight. But it’s just the sort of place that could do with a little light.

Seiji: And you think you’re the person to bring the light to this darkness?

Albion: Someone has to. This man, Radu Matei...he seems to be on his way out. SWAT will need a new hero. And if they do not want to accept me, then I will just have to shine brighter and brighter until they have no choice but to accept the advent of Dawn.

Seiji: Right, right...but maybe we focus on the tournament and rumble tonight and leave bringing a new Dawn to SWAT for another night, eh?

[Albion tilts her head a bit, then shrugs, a small smile on her face.]

Albion: Right. Let’s find the locker rooms, then. I should get some stretches in before I have to go on. It’s the Dawn of a new era.

Seiji: Fuck, I get it. We’re the Dawnbringers. Less Dawn references and/or puns, for the love of whatever god you hold dear.

[Albion just chuckles and shrugs again as they start walking off. Albion doesn’t have much time to get ready, so she can’t waste any time. She keeps her eyes peeled as she goes, though. There’s a mafioso on this show as well, and if the monitor wasn’t lying to her, some weird shit happened in that scene. And she may not have seen much of the last show either, but the time loop shit was certainly odd, in a sea of depravity and violence...

Maybe this is the place she can really stretch her wings.

The scene fades on Albion looking down thoughtfully while walking, Seiji trying to hail a stagehand in the background.]

[frostbite]

Seek and Destroy blast out over the sound system..

Jeremy Tucker... Oh I believe things are about to get interesting.

Andrew Fulton... My boy is about to make his way out here the newest member of the KGB.

Jeremy Tucker.. Your Boy?

Andrew Fulton.. You heard right. Do not become a hater. Frostbite saw the light, he saw can over to the dark side. I know there was something I like about him.

Jeremy Tucker.. You could not stand this man since he walked back into this company. He was going to burn this place to the ground?

Andrew Fulton.. Hey lighten up, people can change. I have changed my opinion on Frostbite. You just need get with the program Jeremy. The KGB is forever, Frostbite as realized that. Nothing wrong with seeing the big picture.

Jeremy Tucker.. And that would be.

Andrew Fulton.. That the KGB rules, Frostbite has jumped in the winning team. Plan and simple.

The curtain is pushed back as Frostbite steps through it..

A CHORUS OF BOOS

Frostbite is wearing a red and black KGB tee shirt with blue jeans and red and black boots with KGB written on them. Our camera crew pans out to the ground as we see a few in attendance holding up signs..

WHY FROSTBITE WHY.....

Frostbite gets to ringside as he jumps up on the ring apron as he looks into the crowd.

THE CHORUS OF BOOS ARE GETTING LOUDER.....

Frostbite steps into the ring as he looks over to Frank Salazar as he ask for the microphone. He hands Frostbite the mike.

THE CHORUS OF BOOS GROW EVEN MORE..

Andrew Fulton.. These people need to shut up and let him speak.

Jeremy Tucker.. You realize this man turn his back on SWAT and goes the team to lose.

Andrew Fulton.. So Team SWAT are these people are a bunch of sore losers is that you are saying?

Jeremy Tucker.. Frostbite has a lot of explaining to do.

Andfew Fulton.. If these morons would shut up and let him explain maybe we might get some answers.

Frostbite looks into the crowd as he sees another sign..

FROSTBITE IS A TRAITOR

MAYBE FROSTBITE SHOULD BE BURN TO THE GROUND

Frostbite shakes his head.

Frostbite.. Obviously you people do not like the decision I made.

THE BOOS GETTING EVEN LOUDER........

Frostbite.. Why Frostbite Why? I really do not owe you idiots an explanation.

Andrew Fulton.. Tell them Frostbite.

Jeremy Tucker.. When did you become his number one fan?

Frostbite.. Some of you believe it was because of the Money? Well, you are dead wrong. You see it was never about the money because if it was such, I could walk out of this ring right now and leave this arena never to return and made more money in this business then any of you in this building have made in your lifetime.

LEAVE FROSTBITE LEAVE...

Frostbite.. You see that response brings me to why I did what I did. It was because of you people. I made the mistake a few years back when I started to listening to your cheers and it turned me into something I thought I would never become a face in this business. When I started in this sport I was one of the most hated men around, and success followed and why was that because I did not give a damn what you thought. Money, titles, awards came my way. But the funny thing happen I got caught up in the moment and I started to hear a few cheers from you idiots out here and I like the sound of it and it changed me for the worse. The money was still there, but the titles disappear, the awards were gone all because I listen to you.

Andrew Fulton.. Preach to the choir Frostbite.

Jeremy Tucker.. What did you Say?

Frostbite.. It took my match that I had with Paul to make me realize as such. That is another thing with you morons out here. You love violence, it drives you insane. You love to see other human beings beat the hell out of the other for your amusement. I have to been to eat with Paul Soutter and I had a blood bath with Suzi Spitz here recently,and you people loved it. You see you people are not in this ring taking the beaten like the wrestlers and myself are week in and week out.

THE BOOS ARE GETTIMG LOUDER.....

Frostbite.. You see you people do not like when somebody comes out here and tells you the truth, because you do not like that. I wish for one damn minute you were getting pushed off that stage and falling several feet and with the possibility of getting injuried and even having your career coming to an end all because you blood thritsy assholes like it. No more will I listen to your cheers, because they mean nothing to me anymore. Nope I am going to look out and this best for myself and my family.

SO GO SCREW YOURSELVES....

THE BOOS ARE ROCKING THE BUILDING....

Frostbite.. After the match Paul and I had.. Paul gave me a call and simply pointed this things out to me, and me made me understand the error of my ways. I want to thank him for it. Paul offers me a spot in the KGB because Paul knows what I can do and what I can become and that is the World Champion. With the KGB help I will accomplish that goal. Not because you people are cheering for me, nope it will because I have a group of friends that will watch my back and give me that extra push toward my goal and help me realize what I can really become, and that is to return to my roots being the cold hearted bastard.

Andrew Fulton.. Frostbite is speaking the truth and you know it Jeremy.

Jeremy Tucker.. I do not what has gotten into this man.

Frostbite.. I am quite sure I have a target on my back from my former teammates. And that is fine with me, because Paul made me understand that KGB was really my biggest enemy it was the locker room especially Johnnie band of rejects or retirement home rejects or what they call themselves, The Society of the New Breed. Since they have arrived here in this company that have been the cause of a lot of problems. They have come in here and taken whatever they wanted. Syberus came in here and stole the hardcore, technical or international title whatever we are calling the title from Timeless. A man that who did a great job being a fine champion and then the hardkore world rejects came in here and ruined everything.

Frostbite shakes his head..

Frostbite.. However the biggest farce was Johnnie Valentine winning the World title. They became a huge joke. I get it is was such a feel good story the owner of hardkore world gets something that has included him for years, a world title and you idiots love that story. The underdog wins the big one. But I see right through Johnnie, you people can not but I can. Goth sees it. Johnnie can not be trusted. He does not care about being the World Champion, he wants to make this title out to be some damn joke. Johnnie Mark my damn words. I will beat you to become the World Champion because lords knows the title needs a real champion. But Johnnie as I stand in the middle of this ring, I could not stomach being around you and being at that retreat for some bounding exercises. We all know it was not going to work and it did not. You proved my point that you do not care about the title. Later on tonight, I hope Goth beats your ass, because I believe he would be a better champion than you. But if he fails to do so, I will get the job done.

THE BOOS ARE EVEN LOUDER IF THAT IS POSSIBLE

Frostbite.. Which leads me to tonight royal rumble and the winner gets a shot at the World title. Many will try to get the spot on the next show and others are going to fail. But you see I do not plan on failing. I am going to win it. Sure others later on are going to make that so call claim but I am going to be the one to deliver. I will be the one to win it and then become the World Champion. It is going to happen SWAT whether you like it or not. The fun is over with and I am not playing anymore games. I am going to claim what is mine. So the others in the royal rumble better take warning because I am coming full throttle and nothing will stand in my way of becoming World Champion..

Frostbite looks straight into the camera with an intense look in his blue eyes..

Frostbite.. NOTHING....

Suddenly Killing in the Name of blast over the sound system as Doomsday and Lucifer step from behind the curtain.

Jeremy Tucker.. This is interesting.

Doomsday and Lucifer are looking at Frostbite with an intense look in their eyes.

Andrew Fulton.. Frosty I think you need to get out of the ring. I do not like this at all.

Jeremy Tucker.. Worried about your new best friend.

Doomsday and Lucifer are at ringside as they both hop up the ring apron and step over the top ropes, Doomsday has a microphone in hand.

Andrew Fulton.. Frosty get out of there.

Doomsday.. What is wrong man? Lucifer and myself have been calling you for the last few days and you have not return our calls. What is it our you too busy hanging out with your new friends.

Frostbite.. I have gotten your messages, I just have not gotten around to getting back with you. Do we need to do this right now.

Doomsday.. Yes we need to because there are a lot of people in that locker room that want to come out here and rip your head off. Lucifer and I, wanted to try our best to get you out of here and talk about things, because that, locker room is out to hurt you.

Frostbite.. Let them come.

Doomsday.. Dude, Paul did some brainwashing job on here because the Frostbite that I knew would not have allowed that.

Frostbite.. He did not he explained things to me. A much better way to approach things.

Doomsday.. What selling your soul to the KGB is the way to go. Come on man, we had a plan.

Frostbite..Look where that plan has gotten us. What have we done.

Doomsday.. These things take time, the three of us could have gotten it done.

Frostbite looks Doomsday up and down and over his huge shoulders at Lucifer.

Frostbite.. The two of you just do not get it. You for one. Many years ago, you had left this business because your family turned its back on you and you summed about it for a long time, until I found you and gave you that chance to collect your revenge on them. After you did it and with my help I might add. But big man after that your career was going no where, until Lucifer come into your life. His manager game to me and wanted me to introduce the two of you, and I did so and here we are years later once again I saved your career. For once where is my thank you Frostbite. No you come out here and may this crap on me.

Doomsday.. You saved my career? You ass, if it was not for me and this man behind me you might not have a couple of those world titles. You need to remember that. Since you are going down this road. Why is that ever damn time you get in some type of trouble you are always on that phone calling us. Because we are two seven footers that can do your dirty work for you. We can watch your back because of the shit you get yourself into. When you wanted to burn this bitch to the ground, you needed backup and guess who you call.

Frostbite.. Listen dumb ass I am doing you a huge favor. I got you into this company. For the record what in the hell were the two of you doing. Nothing, you were sitting and home doing nothing. And you wonder why is that. It is because nobody wants the two of you in their company because you do not bring anything to the table. Sure you guys are huge but you guys are a dime and a dozen. Did anybody tell you the big man era is over with in this sport.

Doomaday.. You are an ungrateful bitch.

Frostbite.. You are a selfish bastard. I told you to step away from the business and manage this man

He points to Lucifer.

Frostbite.. You took my advice and this man won a couple of titles as a single wrestler and he had a chance to become world champion but you had to get back in that ring and recapture whatever glory that you might have had left. You screw with this man career. Hell he should drop you right now and come with me because I would make him a champion once again and leave your ass in the side of the road.

Doomsday.. You know for the record smart ass, this man wanted me back in the ring because he felt that we had some unfinish business as a team. I have no problem managing him once again and to be honest you would rip Johnnie apart and become the champ and you and both know that. But you do not want to go down this road because if I memory serves me correctly. We did get in the ring before and I believe best you.

Frostbite.. It that some type of challenge.

Doomsday.. You need a reality check. Whatever kool aid Paul had you drinking you are full of it right now. We are trying our best to prevent you for going down this path. That locket room is pussed and we can not cover your back anymore.

Frostbite.. I never needed you, because quite frankly. Without me you do not have a career.

Doomsday grabs Frostbite by his throat.

Andrew Fulton.. Come where are the KGB at?

Jeremy Tucker.. I think Frostbite is about to learn a hard lesson.

Doomsday.. Later on tonight, either me or Lucifer is going toss you over the top ropes and omen of us will win the royal rumble and become the new champion, how would you like that.

Doomsday picks him up higher as he is about to chokeslam when suddenly Team Fairtex, Bruno, and Timeless Alex Turner hit the ring as they gang up on Doomsday and Lucifer. Team Fairtex, begin to stomp away at Doomsday as Alex and Bruno stomp away at Lucifer.

Jeremy Tucker.. Here comes the boss.

Andrew Fulton.. Paul is coming down to the ring to enjoy the view.

Paul climbs into the ring as he gets in a few shots on both. He walks over to Frostbite and gives him a hug.

Jeremy Tucker.. Are you crying?

Andfew Fulton.. This is so emotional.

Jeremy Tucker.. Get it together.

Paul has a chair in his hand as he gives it to Frostbite ad he nods his head.

Jeremy Tucker.. He would not do it.

Frostbite had the chair over his head as he is about to come crashing down over someone skull but he hesitate.

Jeremy Tucker.. He can not do it.

Andfew Fulton.. I know it is hard because these three have been friends or years.

Frostbite.. Guys that is enough.

They stop the beat down.

Frostbite.. I can not do this. I have a better idea. Join me with the KGB you can do great things around here.

Andfew Fulton.. What a kind man Frostbite is. He offered them job.

Jeremy Tucker.. I believe they have a jobs.

Andrew Fulton.. He does not want to break up the team. Frostbite is a forgiven man.

Jeremy Tucker.. This is how he treats his friends. He has the KGB beat them down and then offer them a spot with the KGB.

Frostbite.. Guys what do you say.

Doomsday spits right in Frostbite face. Frostbite takes the chair with Team Fairtex holding him as he comes right across Doomsday skull as he drops to the mat. He walks over to Lucifer.

Frostbite.. What do you say?

Lucifer spits in Frostbite face, as he raises the chair and drives right into his skull as Alex and Bruno are holding him as down he goes flat on the mat. Frostbite takes the chair ad he wears both Lucifer and Doomsday what we the chair so much so that bends the chair. Frostbite tosses the chair to the floor.

Jeremy Tucker.. I can not believe what he did?

Andrew Fulton.. I can not believe that Doomsday and Lucifer were too stupid not to take Frostbite offer.

Jeremy Tucker.. You have to wonder what condition they are going to be for the royal rumble.

The KGB drop to the floor as they head back up the ramp as the medics are checking over Doomsday and Lucifer.

[edwarddubin0604]

(The tron shows both Psychotic Goth and his wife are surrounded by flames as they stare out at the ringsiders.)

Vampira: "SWAT is under siege and we were the ones who tried to warn the promotion but nobody listened. Now look at what has happened and you'll see our prophecy is coming true."

Psychotic Goth: "Did I not warn this was going to happen. I warned that one Ryan Cullen would try and invade and takeover SWAT. I warned but nobody listened and now he has infiltrated our promotion with some little bitch named Melody Doll. He plans on taking over SWAT and add it to his piece of shit empire. If he takes Pesci's shares Soutter and the KGB will be pushed aside for Cullen's army of cunts and trash. Even The New Society of the New Breed will be severely affected as if they care since they're nothing but a bunch of jesters in Ryan Cullen's court anyway."

Vampira: "Speaking of court jesters the lead court jester is facing you for the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship tonight."

(Psychotic Goth roars as the fires increase in intensity as he shouts in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Jonnie Valentine twenty years ago you allowed Hardkore World to die when you lost to your New Society of the New Breed teammate Sub Zero Percent Syberus to beat you to takeover Hardkore World. A place that I called home and one that that I felt was my destined place to be. Yet you took that away and I shall never forgive you for that."

(Psychotic Goth bellows in an ancient dialect as the flames rise in intensity.)

Psychotic Goth: "Then you and your jackasses join Team SWAT which I warned would be a huge failure and what a surprise it was that my prophecy came true. You proved to be a coward and a joke of a teammate. You dodged out of the way and I took what should have been your punishment. Yet you're a coward and I took the punishment you should have gotten."

Vampira: "Don't forget the so-called retreat that Jonnie Valentine invited us too and he was the one who asked me to pay for the retreat's arts and crafts part of the screwed up bonding session."

Psychotic Goth: "I'm going to collect on that debt too. I knew Valentine was in love with the title more than he did the team. I knew when I saw that title laying next to that piece of shit while he was getting himself the beauty treatment. Well tonight Valentine you shall be facing a maniac who's going to have his revenge against you for all the shit you pulled.
'The King of the Goth's' shall tear you apart and I shall drink your blood as well."

Vampira: "Save some for me my love. Let me turn him into what Joanne Canelli's becoming."

Psychotic Goth: "It shall be done. You know Frostbite was still correct despite his duplicity in joining The KGB. Even he knew Jonnie Valentine's retreat was a disaster and obviously Lynn Brewster knew it too. Yet Suzi Spitz didn't think so and decided to join that bunch of over the hill assholes The New Society of the New breed. Now she can get all the hemp and cannabis she wants compliments of Jonnie Valentine's connections. Jonnie Valentine couldn't even draw a stick figure without screwing it up. However, I have painted something for you Valentine and it's such a great vision of what I intend to do to you. Show everyone the fate this bitch is going to receive at my hands."

(Vampira reveals a picture that is too graphic to show the ringsiders.)

Psychotic Goth: "Notice the hard work and the beautiful coloring that I made your whole body. Notice the result of my vision of your fate in the ring when you defend your title against 'The Psychotic One.' Now you should appreciate real artwork and I shall show you why I'm better than you are. I'm going to do what the locker room of SWAT's been wanting to happen to you for nearly a year and now I'm going to do what should have happened to you when you came back."

(He lowers his head and raises hisnarms and he flings his head back revealing his pale handsome goth like looks.)

Psychotic Goth: "Jonnie Valentine. Tonight I shall finish you off and I shall take your precious SWAT World Heavyweight Championship. Don't worry I also have a nice gift as usual which happens to come from my sick and twisted mind and it's in a nice purple velvet bag too. I hope you enjoy it. I'll enjoy it so much as I show no mercy against you. You shall be a bloodied Valentine when I get through with you and you shall see your worthless merchandise get even more worthless even the Dollar Stores will refuse to sell your crappy trash. You shall never be able to afford your spas and your soul and all yur possessions ahall be mine. Thus I have spoken and thus my omen shall become true."

(The flames engulf them and they disappear as the tron goes black and the scene slowly fades to black.)

[anthonycaffrey]

SWAT fans who know whose music this is immediately boo loudly. A man emerges from the curtain, dressed in a pair of jeans with a “Chief Asshole” t-shirt. He takes a deliberate pause to clean his glasses, unable to hide his contempt as he walks to the ring. He steps inside and immediately gestures for Frank Salazar to introduce him. Frank reluctantly pauses, not knowing who the man is. The man responds by shoving a piece of paper against his chest and telling him to read.

Frank Salazar:
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the longest reigning Undisputed champion in AXW History, The Sixty Minute Man, the Wrestling Emperor himself--

Salazar doesn’t want to read the next bit. The man makes it clear that isn’t an option.

Frank Salazar:
and most importantly, the winner of tonight’s Rumble, from the greatest city on Earth, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he is ANTHONY CAFFREY!

The man known as Anthony Caffrey graciously accepts the boos from the New York crowd before shooing Salazar away and taking his microphone. He holds it upside down, deliberately taking the time to remove the SWAT mic flag. Once he does, he turns the microphone back and begins to speak.

Anthony Caffrey:
Oh please, keep booing, as if any of you have taste. You could’ve chosen to live in any city in the world and you chose this dumpster fire.

The crowd boos as Caffrey puts a finger up.

Caffrey:
Correction: most of you chose to live NEAR this dumpster fire, since most of you are too poor to live here.

Caffrey smiles his sinister smile for the first time as the crowd boos. He looks over the SWAT logo in his hands.

Caffrey:
So this is SWAT, one of the longest-running modern companies in wrestling today, yet no one rolled out a red carpet. A company throwing away the genius Joe Pesci for some jackass named Mai Tai…

The crowd does not approve of Caffrey purposely butchering the name of one of their favorites. He chuckles to himself.

Caffrey:
Look, if he wants me to pronounce his name right, I’m here. He can drag his raggedy ass broken corpse body out here, and unlike that giant tool Sainovic, I’ll actually finish the damn job.

The crowd is beginning to learn just how arrogant the man standing in front of them really can be.

Caffrey:
Yeah, Mai Tai lost only once last year, but he was facing a pathetic roster I can barely recognize. I can name about five of the sixty five. One’s Duke Kosloff.

Caffrey turns to address another camera in the ring dead-on. He even gets closer to it, ignoring the logo in his hand to poke the bear. He sarcastically waves.

Caffrey:
Hi Duke! It’s good seeing you tonight, ya giant Russian jackass. Besides Tarresque, you’re the only one I’ve wrestled before. A quick question for ya: is tonight the night you finally--

The arrogant Philadelphian does his best Ivan Drago.

Caffrey:
--break me--

He resumes his regular voice.

Caffrey:
--or is this going to be the fourth time in four matches that I break your ankle and leave you crawling out of my ring crying like a Russian hopeful that just got banned from the Olympics?

He smirks.

Caffrey:
Now, I held the AXW Undisputed Championship for 309 days.

He sighs, realizing he has to explain as he turns back to the crowd.

Caffrey:
For you idiots who only watch SWAT, then jack off to your favorite women’s wrestler rather than admiring her for being part of the best damn women’s wrestling in the federation, the Undisputed Championship is a world championship.

The crowd boos Caffrey’s condescending tone. He blows them off.

Caffrey:
I held that title almost as long as SWAT’s been in the XHF, winning the Scorpion Classic tournament and then fighting again to begin my reign. Despite me being gassed from fighting earlier in the show, who did I win my belt from? To give you a hint, it rhymes with what I do in my mouth when I wrestle him: puke.

He laughs at his own terrible joke before moving on.

Caffrey:
In 2019, while half of the participants in tonight’s Rumble were learning how to not suck, I lost only two matches. I had to rehab my back for a month after AXW closed because it was so damn sore from me carrying every show. I appeared on every global event and even main evented my own, the Battle of the Best, where I beat current X-Crown champion Maverick while unconscious. After all, even with my brain taking a snooze, my body just has that much talent on autopilot. In fact, I have more talent in this little finger than most of you pencil-pushing jackasses have in your entire bodies. Ain’t that a shame?

Caffrey pauses as the booing from the crowd gets to be too much for him to speak over. He shakes his head and shrugs, knowing he can’t help but mock a crowd in the city he hates more than any other in the world.

Caffrey:
But while I was carrying my company and beating another X-Crown champion at Night of Champions by breaking Bobby Barratt’s ankle, something caught my eye. It was the match of the night, Radu Mai Tai vs. Joey Morelli. As a man who prefers to be a purist, I decided to watch. What we got was… quite frankly disgusting with the worms, but it was a war. That was SWAT’s coming out party, and the match that put this place on the map for me.

He bends the logo in his hand, reminiscing on what might’ve been if he had made a few different choices. He gets lost in his thoughts for a few seconds, pausing a little too long before remembering where he is. The former Undisputed champion decides to shove the mic flag into his pocket as he speaks.

Caffrey:
So then a little birdie from the Board -- who will remain anonymous, thank you -- tells me this Rumble is for a shot at Jonnie Valentine’s World Heavyweight Championship. And Jonnie… well Jonnie, I imagine you’re watching every little segment, so do me a favor. Get up from your couch and walk over to the antenna television you must own because, after all, you still wrestle like you’re from a time before television had color, and turn up the volume so my message sticks in your meatsack of a brain.

The crowd boos as Caffrey mimes hitting the volume button to mock Valentine. The disrespect he shows for the world champion is attention-grabbing as the fans begin to realize Caffrey is worth every word he says.

Caffrey:
Jonnie, I’m the LeBron James of professional wrestling, except I’m not over the hill. I turn 31 on the 2nd and I’m in my prime. My shoulder has gone too long without a world championship around it. As someone who strives for glory and gold, yours would be quite the honor, so this is your warning. Listen real closely, because you already know that I’ve got more than enough in the tank to beat you. I went three hours in last year’s XHF Rumble and I’m winning this Rumble tonight. They don’t call me the Sixty Minute Man just because that’s how long I last in bed.

Caffrey throws a wink towards the crowd. They do not appreciate it.

Caffrey:
And hey, Jonnie, before I give you this warning, let me tell you not to take it personally. We both know you’re outmatched. After all, anyone who’s watched an episode of SWAT knows that in a way, you’re only World Champion because Mai Tai was too busy fighting Pesci’s hate boner to keep defending it.

Caffrey’s sinister smile reappears as he lets out a hearty and sarcastic shrug.

Caffrey:
But Jonnie, my warning: polish the title before I take it from you at Valentine’s Day Massacre, or I will wipe your blood off of my championship when I raise my it above my head.

The crowd lets out an “ooooooh” at Caffrey calling it his championship. The jokes have come to an abrupt end as his focus has picked up.

Caffrey:
Jonnie, I am the bully at your cafeteria table. I don’t care how long you’ve held your championship, I’m eating your lunch. You can fight it all you want. You can bring Team SWAT back to stand in your corner, one of them will throw in the towel for you. I don’t care about your past successes because they’re against guys that aren’t me. I walk into every single match with a gameplan, dedication, freakish determination, and the intelligence to walk out the winner. It’s why I only lost twice in 2019, and why I’m going undefeated in 2020. Some still call me the Wrestling Emperor, and in a few short weeks, you will render unto Caffrey what is Caffrey’s. Bottom line: keep my championship shiny. One of your little dropkicks turns into the Process, and it’s all over for you.

The crowd boos loudly as Caffrey eases back a bit, putting a hand up to shake things off. He takes a deep breath to calm himself back down.

Caffrey:
But hey, before I take my gold off your shoulder, I’ve got a Rumble to win tonight. I’m fighting 25 boys tonight, and yes… they’re boys.

He turns to look up the ramp towards the locker room.

Caffrey:
If you boys can’t main event, you don’t deserve to be called men. The two ladies who survive the tournament tonight have more balls than most of you put together. If you don’t like me saying so, come punch me in the teeth tonight. You will not be the first, nor will you be the last. I’ve made a living not shutting up, while most of you, well…

Caffrey trails off, unsure of how to delicately share his thoughts. He shakes his head, deciding not to be gentle.

Caffrey:
Most of you tonight will see this as a potential championship opportunity. And that’s… fine. Most of you will never achieve half of what I have, so I should be a little more grateful. Or at least, I would be, but after I win the Rumble I know most of you will be complaining to the Board that I just dumped your ass out of my ring and cost you your one chance at relevancy. So sorry, not sorry.

He can’t resist smiling his sinister smile once again as he tears into the group.

Caffrey:
What I see is a power vacuum. Pesci’s out, Mai Tai’s distracted, and the world championship is two matches away from coming back to Philly with me. This is my opportunity to recapture something that means the world to me: being called champion. I love that feeling more than anything else in this miserable little world. But I have to say… I have to say there’s an added bonus. Not for me, mind you, but for SWAT itself.

Caffrey riles up the crowd even further.

Caffrey:
I’ve uh… seen SWAT at global shows since Night of Champions. Nothing too special, but I did see Tong Fairtex eat literal shit. And now, tonight? Tonight’s he got a World Championship match against Valentine! So you have the leadership forced out, the best guy’s too broken and distracted to fight hard, Sainovic lost to that guy after Mai Tai almost got dragged to death, and the champion after tonight is either going to be a gingerbread cutout of a man or a guy who ate shit. Let’s face it: SWAT needs me. Hell, ALL OF YOU need me!

Caffrey stretches his shoulders out as the crowd fiercely boos him.

Caffrey: 

Luckily for you, tonight I’ll show you all why I am your savior. Whether it’s ejecting Duke from another title picture, showing Timeless why I fear no man with a metal hand…

He turns back to his other camera.

Caffrey:

...it’s because I beat Blake Luthor, who had TWO metal hands. So congrats Timeless, you might hit me tonight, but you’re talking to the master of getting punched in the face. I’ll stop your momentum with a running elbow like the TSA stops you at the airport and chuck your ass over the ropes.

Caffrey shakes off his tangent.

Caffrey:

But as I was saying... I’ll eject Duke, show Timeless why I fear no metal man, make CSK...

He extends out his left forearm and then his right with each word.

Caffrey:

...never forget...

He smiles as the crowd boos.

Caffrey:

...the ass-kicking I give him, and show the Cold Hearted Bastard Frostbite that they call me The Man with No Heart because my ruthless pursuit of victory knows no limits.

Caffrey’s intensity has been steadily picking up as he rattles through these names. He’s done his homework and studied his opposition, and he’s ready to do whatever it takes to beat them.

Caffrey:

Then when I’m the last one in my ring, and Syberus gets his sorry ass out here because he’s last, I’ll show him being 110% doesn’t matter when you’re wrestling the guy who’s firing away at 150%. He’ll get thrown over, and you will all boo as Frank announces me as the winner.

The crowd boos just as loud as they have been. Caffrey’s laser-sharp focus and determination allows him to block them out and speak over them.

Caffrey:

You’ll boo when I take the world championship, but that’s okay. I don’t need your support. When I take what’s mine off of Johnnie Valentine or Tong Fairtex’s crippled corpses, the path to SWAT’s salvation will begin. All I ask is that when I’m leading SWAT through 2020’s global events, when this power vacuum closes with me as your champion... whoever winds up in charge, Board member or not, all I ask is that you recognize Anthony Caffrey as your savior.

Caffrey extends both of his arms out horizontally as the crowd rains down the boos. He scoffs, knowing this would be their reaction and enjoying it. He raises the microphone to his lips to antagonize them one more time.

Caffrey:

But don’t worry, folks. You don’t have to thank me. You’re welcome.

He drops the microphone. The last thing we see before the camera cuts is the arrogant Anthony Caffrey, flashing his sinister smile with his arms dramatically extended as he walks to the back, soaking up the boos from the New York crowd of SWAT faithful.

[edwarddubin0604]

(Team Fairtex is watching the monitor as Tong is watching the monitor Phantam is on his cellphone talking.)

Phantam Fairtex: "What do you mean the stock value for SWAT went up to $35 dollars a share......"

Voice: "Someone offered that amount for each of the 50percent of Joe Pesci's share of SWAT."

Phantam Fairtex: "I'm doubling it to $70dollars a share for Joe Pesci's shares in SWAT."

Voice: "I'll add that to the bidding."

Phantam Fairtex: "You do that."

(He turns off his cellphone.)

Tong Fairtex: "What happened."

Phantam Fairtex: "The bidding went to $35 a share and I increased the offer to $70 a share."

Tong Fairtex: "As soon as we buy those shares we'll give it to Soutter as a gift and he'll be in total control of SWAT."

Phantam Fairtex: "KGB rules."

Tong Fairtex: "However, let's get to the business at hand and that's the Royal Rumble. Now there's this guy who obviously must have had one too many jello flavored latte's because he obviously thinks I'm facing that joke of a champion Jonnie Valentine....."

(Phantam's cellphone rings.)

Phantam Fairtex: "Hello....Yeah what's up...."

Tong Fairtex: "You see Anthony Caffeinated I'm not facing Jonnie Valentine and if you read the lineup which you obviously didn't since your glasses need replacement. Psychotic Goth is the one facing Jonnie Valentine."

Phantam Fairtex: "What do you mean the shares went up to $75 dollars."

Voice: "I'm just saying that's what happened."

Phantam Fairtex: "Okay I'm putting in a bid for $100 per share."

Voice: "Okay I'll place that bid in with the others."

(He turns off his cellphone.)

Tong Fairtex: "Now Caffeinated you must have seen the lineup but I doubt it because you would have noticed that little mistake. I guess where you came from which if I am not mistaken is the dead AXW. You must have run it into the ground because you wouldn't be looking for a new home with the rest of the talent. However, I'm getting off the subject aren't I the fact is you obviously watched me in action when AWF had it's Fired Up previews and the tournament which Psychotic Goth was a part of....."

Phantam Fairtex: "Well I raised it to $100doillars a share."

Tong Fairtex: "Make sure the money's available when we purchase that %50percent."

Phantam Fairtex: "I'll make sure of that since I'm a businessman with a shrewd negotiating style."

Tong Fairtex: "Make sure it happens. Now back to you Caffeinated things changed a bit as you can see my brother and I just acquired the prestigious SWAT World Tag team Championships which as you can see are around our waists and now over our shoulders like a moron like you. Then again a 98lb. geek like you shows no respect for titles but has a big ego and no brains."

Phantam Fairtex: "He talks like a savior and thinks he's going to win because he was champion in a now dead fed."

Tong Fairtex: "Well he's in SWAT now and he's going to find out that The KGB runs things in SWAT and Soutter aka The Suit runs things and always has and always will. He makes the rules and the matches and you better get that into your empty head. So why don't you just retire your souvenir championship belt and put it in your toy box with the rest of your AXW and AWF action figures."

Phantam Fairtex: "Live and learn geek boy and as for the Royal Rumble we're going to be in it from beginning to end. Brother Tong here lasted he longest in his rookie year in Hardkore World in an amazing one hour before anyone eliminated him which is still the record."

Tong Fairtex: You forgot what I told you about Valentine losing to Syberus for control of Hardkore World and what happened.
The record still holds and nobody has broken that record even in SWAT. Now it's obvious that you must have done something to cause our fed to go under and cost all your wrestlers their livelihoods. Well it's not going to be that way Mr. Caffeinated since you're just going to be a wrestler and not an owner since we have one and he's more smarter than you are."

(Phantam's cellphone goes off again.)

Phantam Fairtex: "Hello....What's up."

Tong Fairtex: "So if you don't like what he does or makes any decisions you don't like. You live with it and if you don't win the Royal Rumble don't bitch about it since you seem to be like that from your spoiled brat attitude."

Phantam Fairtex: "Really we're raising it to a real extreme amount $300 a share and that's our final offer."

Voice: "You sure."

Phantam Fairtex: "You thinks it's an over bid."

Voice: "Yeah."

Phantam Fairtex: "Okay $250 a share and that's final."

Voice: "Sounds reasonable."

Phantam Fairtex: "Put it in."

Voice: "Okay."

(Phantam turns off his cellphone.)

Tong Fairtex: "So I hope you really think through what you said and maybe realize things are different here and you don't make the rules or tell anyone what to do. Yet I suspect you'll just ignore my nice bit of advice and you'll shit up as you did in both the AWF and AXW and don't worry if you're nice maybe Soutter will allow you to fsce the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship at a future date even after you lose Royal Rumble. Then again I don't talk for KGB. As for Timeless you better beware of him or you may get some of Roxylishus's punishment and you may or may not like it. Don't mess with Frostbite since he's just got a new lease on life and he got rid of the dead weight which we'll be glad to embarrass them. You just concentrate on the scrubs in the tournament Caffeinated and earn your way to a shot at the title. Who knows you may win the Women's Championship at the least."

Phantam Fairtex: "Ooh I bet that's going tp be quite interesting."

Tong Fairtex: "It sure is but right now we have some business to attend to and we know who that is going to be with."

Phantam Fairtex: "Satan's Disciples complaining and whining about losing due to a techicality. Well you wanted a rematch you're getting your rematch so you better make it count or you may find yourselves on the right side of the decision."

Tong Fairtex: "Which is the losing side of the decision in this case and if your in the Royal Rumble like we are you'll be embarrassed again."

Phantam Fairtex: "As always."

Tong Fairtex: "So just take our advice and not show up for the Royal Rumble and saved yourselves the trouble of losing twice in one night. Right now we have business to attend to and we're going to do it. Let's go and take care of it Phantam."

Phantam Fairtex: "Right behind you brother."

(They leave the locker room as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[Trent Jones MR Bones.]

********************************

Halfway home sweet home 

*******************************

Trent Jones was home after a hell of a battle, a battle where Trent Jones had put Duke Kosloff in a dumpster proving that he was the real deal here in SWAT and XHF Network. Trent Jones didn’t escape the match unharmed but the victory he promised was delivered. Trent was on a mission to remove all the trash or at least put all the trash in its place.

Inside his room at the halfway home, Trent Jones is sitting on his bed, dried blood on his face and clothes shows he has not showered yet. He made the long trip home from North Carolina after the show without a shower. He looked like hell, well hell was putting it nicely. Trent looked about as good as he smelled. Trent Looked up as he heard a knock at his door.

It was Layton Cook an African American gentleman that was in the home as well. He was dressed in Blue Jeans and a white Tshirt and he was holding a tool box. He set it down on the small desk in Trent’s room and turned back to him.

Layton Cook was concerned as he spoke, “Look um, Trent I think you should go to the hospital. But if you are serious we can work on it.” Layton turned his attention back to the toolbox as he opened the lid, “Well I got a hammer, Screwdriver, and a staple gun.”

Trent Looked up once more, he touches the gouge in his head, “Well lets staple this mother fucker closed.” Trent Jones has a sick smile on his face. The Crazy Fucker seems to be excited to get some staples put in his head. “Lets staple this fucker closed and we can go hang out if you want.”

Layton Cook pulled out a staple gun that looked like it had spent a few years laying outside in the rain and snow. Layton held up the gun and he moves over to Trent’s head. “Are you sure this is a good idea, Trent?” Trent Jones just shook his head as Layton Cook shot the staple in his head.

“Fuck yeah give me another one.” the sick fucker loved it as another staple shot into his skull. Then another and another. Tren Jones truly is a badass and one that everyone should fear. The two men continued to “Fix” his head from the match.

Trent Jones was ready for his next match and he didn’t even care who it was. The paper was coming in and he was another day into his stay at the halfway house. Plus he had made a best friend.

Layton Cook was a mid-30-year-old African American male who was working on being released from prison. He had been sent to the home to make sure he had the right skills so when he left the home he wouldn’t be back in prison. Trent Jones and Layton had hit it off and they were quickly becoming good friends.

Trent’s phone beeped letting him know it was medication time. Trent reached for his bottles of meds and took the proper dose to keep Dr. Philips and the state off his ass. He looks over at Layton Cook, “You want to grab some food LC?”

Layton quickly shot back, “What you have in mind player?”

Trent laughed at LC, “I ain’t no player…”

“Oh shit my bad didn’t know G”

The two men laughed as they finished talking about going to get pizza. Trent excuses himself to go shower and LC went to get ready as well.

**********************************

Bob’s pizza and karaoke bar

**********************************

The pizza joint was packed with people and pizza and beer was being consumed. Trent Jones on medication that says do not mix with alcohol. Layton Cook is a recovering addict what could go wrong for these two?

Trent sat drinking a glass of coke and Layton just looked at his water glass. A pizza sat on the table missing 2 slices. Trent was only halfway done with his slice as Layton was almost done with his.

“I don’t even care who I face this next match I am going to win. I beat the legend that is Duke Kosloff and next it should be the champion.” Trent Jones touched his head and he took another drink from his coke.

“You do realize your next match is a royal rumble type match and you are facing a huge number of people?” Layton just looked at Trent with a shocked look.

“Really, so I get to take a bunch of trash out at one time. You would think they would tell me.” Trent just shakes his head.

“Dude they talk about it on the network and I am sure they talk about it backstage..”. Layton was cut off.

“I don’t listen to those backstage people and I sure as hell don’t listen to the network talk about how great some of this garbage is. Like I need someone who is dumb enough to pay attention and keep track of all this shit for me….” Trent stops and looks right at Layton, “Dude, why don’t you become my manager and take care of that trash backstage and I will take care of the trash in the ring?”

Layton didn’t have a job and one of the things he had to do was secure employment to get out of this halfway home. He wasn’t even going to acknowledge the comment Trent saying he needed someone dumb. “Look man if I am getting paid I am your man.” The two smiled and had some more pizza.

It was time for karaoke to start a large woman steps up on the stage and she starts singing some song about being sexy. Trent chokes on his pizza as he laughs about this woman, “If that is sexy then she must live in the same land the XHF network is on. How the fuck have I not got a single call to be promoted across all the networks. This is something you need to look into Layton. If I don’t start getting the respect I deserve I am going to go to every show on the fucking network and fuck it up.”

Layton Cook quickly spoke up, “Trent Jones you need to not worry about the network. You win this rumble you received a world title shot at the next show. You have a chance to destroy Duke Kosloff once more but also face some other top talent from the XHF. We have people like Tuxedo Mask and The cab driver once more but they also have Frostbite, Anthony Caffrey and so many more. You have a good showing that alone will make your brand worth something. Win this damn rumble and Mr. Bones will be all the talk in XHF chats, XHF website, and all the sports stations.”

“I have no idea who you just mentioned but I am from the north I am not scared of no Frostbite and I am not scared of no cow or cath or whoever you just mentioned, I hope I go first into this match and I hope i get to eliminate every ounce of this trash. I will make sure that when I am done with SWAT that everyone knows the truth about this trash. It’s sad when an asshole like me is the best this place has to offer. But if we are all in a rumble match at least I won’t be a show opener. What matches open up if the shit talent is in the rumble with me?” Trent almost looks like he cares who is in the opening matches.

Layton Cook is unsure if Trent wants to know or not. He decided to answer the question, “The women are wrestling for a chance to win 2 million dollars..”

Trent cuts him off, “So one of these women is going to be rich? I need to hook up with a winner and get her to share that paper with me.” Trent at that exact moment had an image enter his head. He was standing in the ring with a woman with no face and she was holding 2 million dollars. She moves in closer to Trent and the two.

“Are you listing to me, Trent? What the fuck your making out with your drink dude that is freaky as fuck.”

Trent opens his eyes and he notices that not only Layton but also the people around him are all looking at him as his tongue is deep in the cup. He set the cup down and tried to act cool but everyone remained looking at him.

Trent Jones internally thinks, “These mother fuckers want to stare at me they want to judge me. But they are all the same. They all wish they could be me. They wish they had the ability to put Duke Kosloff in a dumpster… I am the man these men wish they could be. I am the man all these women wish they could fuck. I am Trent Jones… I am Mr Bones.”

Now speaking out so those around him can hear him. “Look at me all you want I am the man you wish you could be or you wish I was the man you could bone. I am one of the greatest wrestlers ever and one day will be known as the greatest. You all sit around here happy with your 9 to 5 job but at the end of the day, you know you hate it. Me i get to fight, fuck and live it up all over the planet. So judge me but at least I am not, trash like all of you.”

With that Trent Jones walks out of the bar, Layton Cook walks out behind him as people still keep looking at them and laughing.

*********************

Dr Philips office

*********************

The feed skips ahead a few days as we see Trent Jones sitting in the Dr. Phillips office and she is reading through some paperwork. She keeps looking up at the staples in Trent’s head and the infection around it.

“So Doc this week I get to take out more trash in SWAT and some of these fools are even from other places. I can’t wait to get back in the ring. Like this one dude named Frostbite, he is all the talk because I guess he turned on his team and joined a different stable of trash. But what people are not talking about is how this pile of trash wears black pants and blue shirts. who the fuck does that? Is he color blind, Homeless, or just fucking stupid I dont know the answer, but I am going to destroy this fucker and prove that I am the one people should talk about. People are going to ask why he joined the LGBTG or whatever that group is called but the fact is he is teaming up with who he thinks can protect him from Trent Jones.”

Dr. Philips just shakes her head, she knows Trent’s ego is way overinflated at this point. She looks over at Trent, “So Trent how often do these guys talk about you? I was on the XHF message board and I had a hard time finding people talking about you. You realize you have one big win only so far in SWAT and that most fans have no idea who you are?” She smiles as she says this, she has to break Trent down so she can change him. “You see Trent I watched your match the other night and you didn’t destroy him like you claimed you would but you did win. But you are not as great as you think. You have had like 4 matches in SWAT and you already think you’re some kind of god.”


Trent Just laughs as he touches the staple area on his head some green shit squirts out and Dr. Philips gags as she hands Trent a tissue and hand sanitizer. “I hired a manager and his job is to get my name out more across the network. I am doing everything the court wants, I am working, I am not drinking, I am not getting in any trouble. Hell Leyton Cook is doing a great job as my manager.”

The Doctor drops her pen when she hears the name of his manager, “You hired a housemate to be your manager. Well, that’s a wonderful idea. However, that does help him with his requirements and do you have any idea how hard it is to get someone with multiple personalities a job.”

*********

Arena

*********

The scene cuts once more we see the arena parking lot from earlier today. A garbage truck is pulling in and on the side of it is the words Mr. Bones Trash Service and More. The Truck pulls into a handicap parking spot and Trent Jones jumps out and Layton Cook follows his lead. The Security team tells him to move the truck and Trent Jones just grabs his dick and tells him to eat it.

“Look LC we need to find out what bitch is going to win this money tonight and that will be the next girlfriend of Mr. Bones. While I take a killer shit I need you to let the ladies know I fuck on the first date and that I will protect their money.”

Trent walks into his locker room and he starts to take his pants off. I mean who doesn’t like to be pantless while they take a shit. But Trent looks around the room, “Who the fuck is in here?” Trent starts moving around the room and looking all around for whoever it is he hears, “I am not fucking playing I am in no mood for stunts. Show your self.” Trent Notices the room is empty and he takes out a handful of pills. He Tosses them back in his mouth. He walks over and takes his pants off and stands in his boxers and biker vest. He hangs his pants on a door and he walks towards the shitter.

“God Damn I feel good. I am walking into the ring tonight and walking out with a world title shot. I am done letting SWAT and this Network look past me. Tonight the night Trent Jones becomes the legend.”

Trent stops speaking as Layton Cook walks in and he quickly grabs his nose. “God Damn you stink mother fucker. Trent Jones dude what did you eat.. (dry heaving sound) What the fuck. I spoke to management and you can go out do commentary for one of the ladies matches tonight.”

Trent standing up and pulling his boxers up walks towards him. “We dont ask around here we just fucking do it. But fuck it lets go eat. I am starving now.”

“Dude you going to flush or wash your hands you nasty ass mother fucker.” Layton walks out as the scene cuts.

[Jonnie Valentine]

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[Fade up on Saturday Night Live's opening sketch. An NPR reporter played by Aidy Bryant is interviewing Mike Pompeo, played by "The Only Wrestler Your Aunt Knows" Jonnie Valentine who is still wearing his SWAT World Heavyweight Championship in the sketch]


Aidy/NPR Reporter: Is there any new Iran deal being developed? A new nuclear deal, something that would rein in Iran, something that they would agree to?


Jonnie/Mike Pompeo:The Iranian leadership will have to make the decision about what its behavior is going to be.


Aidy/NPR Reporter:Change of subject. Ukraine. Do you owe Ambassador Marie Yovanovitch an apology? 


Jonnie/Mike Pompeo: You know, I agreed to come on your show today to talk about Iran. That's what I intend to do. I know what our Ukraine policy has been now for the three years of this administration. I'm proud of the work we've done. Now I think you need to let us, the experts, handle this one. 


Aidy/NPR Reporter: People who work for you in your department, people who have resigned from this department under your leadership, are saying you should stand up for the diplomats who work here.


Jonnie/Mike Pompeo: This is preposterous. I bet you couldn't even pick Ukraine out of a map! Could we...could we get a map in here?


Aidy/NPR Reporter: Sir, that's unnecessary, I just wanted to give you a chance...  


Jonnie/Mike Pompeo: No, no. This is important. Here it is. (holds up his map) Point to Ukraine on this map.  


Aidy/NPR Reporter: (sighs) THE Ukraine is right here. 


[Mike Pompeo flushes with anger and indignation]


Aidy/NPR Reporter:Your senior adviser Michael McKinley, a career foreign service officer with four decades experience, who testified under oath that he resigned in part due to the failure of the State Department to offer support to Foreign Service employees caught up in the impeachment inquiry on Ukraine...


[Mike Pompeo holds up a picture of the Jackson 5]


Jonnie/Mike Pompeo: Ok, smarty. Which one was Tito?


Aidy/NPR Reporter: (rolls her eyes) This one is Tito. 


Jonnie/Mike Pompeo: Ha! You fool. That's Jermaine! You see, THE Ukraine is a very complicated...


Aidy/NPR Reporter: No, that's Jermaine, playing bass right there. Tito was on lead guitar. The American public wants to know as a shadow foreign policy, as a back channel policy on Ukraine was being developed, did you try to block it?


Jonnie/Mike Pompeo: This is a cast photo of Young Sheldon. Which one is...


Aidy/NPR Reporter: The young one. 


Jonnie/Mike Pompeo: Dammit!!   


Aidy/NPR Reporter: Secretary Pompeo. Will you answer any my questions?


Jonnie/Mike Pompeo: Just this one...LIVE FROM NEW YORK, IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT!


[Saxophone music plays as the SNL intro fades on]


Darrell Hammond: It's Saturday Night Live! Featuring, Beck Bennet, Aidy Bryant, Michael Che, Pete Davidson, Mikey Day, Heidi Gardner, Colin Jost, Kate McKinnon, Alex Mofat, Kyle Mooney, Ego Nwodim, Chris Redd, Cecily Strong, Keenan Thompson, Melissa Villasenor, Bowen Yang. With musical guest, "The Only Wrestler Your Aunt Knows" Jonnie Valentine! Now, ladies and gentleman, "The Only Wrestler Your Aunt Knows" Jonnie Valentine!!


[Jonnie Valentine walks through the double doors still wearing his Mike Pompeo wig. A stagehand snatches it off his head as he walks through. He's wearing his SWAT World Heavyweight Championship belt. He walks to the front of the stage and soaks in the applause]


"The Only Wrestler Your Aunt Knows" Jonnie Valentine: Wow! Wow. It is so great to be back hosting Saturday Night Live. The last time I hosted, Soul 2 Soul was the musical guest and I guess I got a little handsy on their keyboards during their performance and I was essentially "banned", for lack of a better term. But Lorne Michaels and I have settled all that but, lightning has struck twice I'm afraid. The musical guest this week was Selena Gomez...


[Audience interrupts with rousing applause]


Jonnie Valentine: I know! Huge talent. Amazing singer. A little stuck up. If I'm being honest. That was surprising. Thought she was picking up this vibe we had between us. But at any rate, she left the building earlier today and now I have volunteered as musical guest. Which will be fun. 


[Crowd applauds]  


Jonnie Valentine: That will be alot of fun. But to give you a little taste. I wrote a song about all of the SNL greats that we've lost. Syberus?

(A spotlight hits 110% Syberus who starts playing a sad song on the piano. Pictures of the corresponding celebrity appears on the screen behind Jonnie as he sings)


Jonnie Valentine: (singing) John Belushi...Gilda Radner
I don't know who, made me sadder
Chris Farley, Phil Hartman
I don't know why, we had to part, man

John Candy...


[Syberus raises an eyebrow]


Jonnie Valentine: John Ritter
Imagine if these guys were on twitter

[chorus]

These were all guys who were definitely on Saturday Night Live!
I'm sure of this, as sure as anything in my life! 
These were all guys who were definitely on Saturday Night Live!
I'm sure of this, as sure as anything in my life! 

Robin Williams, Bernie Mac
I wish we could bring them both back
Sam Kinison, Mr. Belvedere
But before I get out of here...

[chorus]

These were all guys who were definitely on Saturday Night Live!
I'm sure of this, as sure as anything in my life! 
These were all guys who were definitely on Saturday Night Live!
I'm sure of this, as sure as anything in my life! 

But the one I miss the most
The one who haunts me like a ghost
The one that drags me to hell, son
I can't believe we lost Judd Nelson

Syberus: Still alive...


Jonnie Valentine: Oh, phew. We got a great show tonight, I'm here! We'll be right back!    

[Timeless]

[We see Timeless and Roxylishus walking back into the KGB dressing rooms, they are the first one’s back after the beat down on Satans Disciples. Timeless has his KGB baseball style shirt on and unbuttoned, he is ripped and looks ten million dollars. Roxylishus is bursting our of her tiny KGB boob tube, them norks are screaming to be released from it and could explode it seems any moment.

As they enter the locker room, Pink is playing on the radio, a song about wishing she could return to her bedroom and play with her barbie dolls. Timeless stands there listening for a moment, then hurls the radio at the wall, smashing it to smithereens.

Timeless : Then go buy a couple of dolls with your millions and fucken play with them then!!! Worst_singer_ever.

Roxylishus : I know right. Like, she has more female fans than me, if you can believe that!

Timeless : They know they can’t have you, she lets them think they can have her and anyone else they like. Man, we laid out those giants. I’m thinking Frostbite joining up is going to be a great coo for the Bandits.

Roxylishus : No one saw it coming.

[Her phone text goes off and she opens it up and looks at it, rolling her eyes.]

Roxylishus : God, this Allen DeGeneres dude just won’t leave me alone. Still texting me trying to hook up.

[Timeless snatches her phone, looking down at the message. Then, holds it over his crotch with one hand and pulls his shorts forward with the other and takes a ‘dick pic’. He grins, then starts typing, the camera looks at the words but can’t see the pic.

This is what gets her off, each and every night! Message her again, and you are a fucken dead man! Timeless.]

Timeless : Freaken Doosh bag, he’s obsessed with you.

Roxylishus : Tell me about it. I mean, i get all sorts of whacko’s inboxing me the weirdest shit, but this one, Wow.

[Warren W Webber knocks on the door, poking his head in.]

Webber : Excuse me guys, can i get a few words with you both?

Timeless : Sure, give me a second.

Roxylishus : (wrapping her arm around Webbers shoulder and messing with him whispering in his ear) What can we do for you handsome?

Webber : Well, i was going to ..... (stammering) .... I was meaning to ..... (she rolls a finger in his hair and his knees go wobbly like jelly) ...

Timeless : Oi! Webber! What do you think you are doing with my woman?!

Roxylishus : Yeah (jumping off him) Keep your filthy hands of me you perve.

Webber : I didn’t do anything ... i mean ... it was .... her.

[/color]Roxylishus : Relax Webber, we are just messing with you.

Webber : (a sigh of relief) Why o why do i do this job.

Timeless : Because you don’t have what it takes to get out there in the ring and hang with the best, much like the rest of the entrants in the rumble, so, shut your mouth, hold the mic, and try and look a little bit repesctable, for gods sake.

This is it SWAT! The Royal Rumble! It’s Time! Timeless Time!

Roxylishus : (taking the mic from Webber and pushing him out of camera shot, then pretending to be the interviewer.) So, tell us Timeless, who do you have your eyes set on tonight?

Timeless : Well, looking like you do right in front of me, right now, i have them set on YOU. I figure, we go back to the room, do a little pre match work out then, i handle the in ring business.

Roxylishus : (jumping up and down all giddy and excited) Ok, let’s go! I’m ready! (looking into the camera seductively) Ready, willing and able!

Timeless : In a sec. First, while i got this camera here, i need to address a few things. Firstly, at New Years Nightmare, we lost our owner from this business for ever, he was more than an owner to me, Mr Joe Pesci was a good close personal friend of mine.

He helped make this federation what it is today, he was a revolutionary. With him at the helm, we sky rocketed to the top, and now, all because of some broken down cripple, Radu Matei, he is gone from not only SWAT, but wrestling for good.

Matei. I hold you personally responsible, and come the Hell in the Cell next show, i am going to finish you once and for all. You have been limping around here like a walking corpse, and i will gladly put the fork in YOU!

Roxylishus : That’s right bug boy! You put me in the hospital! ME! A woman! And these fans cheer for you for it! We haven’t forgotten, and you will pay the price, you will pay the piper! You will pay TIMELESS!

Timeless : Next on the list. 110% Jerk Off Syberus. Know this. When you lose your belt in the rumble, without even getting pinned or submitting to lose it. Know, it was because of ME! Know i made it happen. I might not even eliminate you myself, just so whoever does, you will still know it only happened because of ME!

I want it this way. It will hurt you more than actually beating you. I want to mess with your mind, as depraved and disgusting as it is. You want to tell me its 2020 and my innuendo’s towards you are outdated and no longer fly in todays society? That’s your Society pal. The Society of Old Geezers.

Your Society thinks this is the 21 Jump Street remake. Where Hosses like me are the outcast and twerps like you are the norm.

That’s fantasy land. The movie catering to minorities like the world does, to make them weaklings feel included.

In the real world, might is right. In the real world, you talk shit, you get hit.

I’m Timeless.

I am James Dean! You, you are Hugh Grant.

I’m ACDC! You’re The Goo Goo Dolls.

I’m Channing Tatum. You’re Jonah Hill.

Do you get it? I am Jack Daniels! You’re Vanilla Coke.

I am Al Pacino! You’re Erik McCormack.

Roxylishus : What about the rest of the Society Timeless?

Timeless : What about them. They won’t be a factor. They are just making up the numbers. That’s what Goths curse on them was i think, they are now eternally destined to occupy spots on the roster as inactive, part time, enhancement talent.

Andrew Karnage. You want to unmask and cost me my Technical Championship. Then what, go back to sitting on the sidelines holding hands with Valentine and the other mimes. It doesn’t work that way. In getting in my business, you got yourself booked in this Rumble, problem for you is, i am IN IT!

Tonight, you get back what’s coming to you Karnage! KGB Style!

Roxylishus : That is some curse they are suffering, what about Syberus and Valentine himself, what’s their curse.

Timeless : Valentine is cursed with having his best friend Cobryn turn out to be another part timer who is past it and can’t go anymore, and double cursed with his REPLACEMENT Syberus stinking up the Society more than the mimes who do nothing.

Roxylishus : What’s Syb’s curse then?

Timeless : His curse is watching Valentine bring in his new girlfriend, Suzi Spitz, and having to sit by and watch Spitz and Valentine and their drug fuelled debauchery and go home and cry on his single bed listening to Dancing on My Own by Calum Scott.

Roxylishus : Ouch. What about this Caffrey cat. He thinks he has a chance.

Timeless : Delusional. Fool! This is SWAT! This is the house Timeless built!

You will sail right over the top just like the rest of them, mark my words.

Roxylishus : He said he beat Luthor Blake with two mechanical hands and thus your one is only half of that and not enough.

Timeless : Luthor Blake could be an Octopus and have EIGHT MECHANICAL HANDS! He still wouldn’t hold a candle to me, and neither does Caffrey. I am going to make him some cement shoes and send him sinking down to SWAT Atlantis!

Roxylishus : He also thinks Radu is the shit and fell in love with him in his match with Joey Morelli.

Timeless : Morelli? I carried that chump to the Anzac Cup on my back! He hears Caffrey praise that match he had with Radu he will go into another melt down all over again somewhere in Witness Protection screaming in his head how he out promoted Radu.

Roxylishus : He can out promo THIS!

[Crotch chop by Roxylishus with the mic in hand. You wish you were that mic and that close to that heaven.]

Timeless : Since he was 86’d out of here, guess what, SWAT hasn’t missed a beat. Half the fed are asking themselves “Who?” Who is he talking about, who was it again who was Timelesses tag team partner when he won the Anzac Cup last year?

The fact is, they don’t remember.

Roxylishus : Ooooooo. Speaking of the Anzac Cup. I have a big surprise for the world.

Timeless : What’s that?

Roxylishus : I got you a NEW partner for this years upcoming tourney.

Timeless : Oh yeah? Who is it?

Roxylishus : Well, i think we should hold off on that announcement, keep the masses guessing.

Timeless : It doesn’t matter who it is, if i can win it with Morelli, i can win it with anyone.

I am SIR WINSALOT.

We are the KGB.

We like to Root and we make all the Loot!

We take out the Trash, and collect all the Cash!

We break your heart and tear you apart!

We make Stacks and break backs!

I’ll rupture your spleen and knock you out clean!

I am the Ultimate Male Supreme!

Every breathing Woman’s Wet Dream!

A God Damn Wrestling Machine!

Roxylishus : We want the FUNK!

Unfadable.

[eddied]

(Cave by Muse hits over the PA system. Eddie D. Eddie steps out from the backstage stretching out his shoulder muscles and starts to pace slowly down the ramp.

He takes a big sweeping look around the crowd and shakes his head in disdain and disapproval.

Eddie is wearing a long black duster jacket and has a baseball bat resting on his shoulder.

A montage video plays on the screens of him weight training and hitting his favorite moves on people, flashing up in negative to the beat of the music as he walks down to ringside.

The SWAT logo flashes on and off recurrently and the shot of Eddie delivering a Headache From Hell stunner on Rajiv Khan from New Years Nightmare flashes up repeatedly.

Eddie snatches a mic. from the commentary table. Eddie bounds to the top of the ring steps and holds his hands open for applause and gets a mixed reaction.

Eddie steps through the ropes and looks out to the crowd.)



EDDIE: Hello New York,

For a small-town Californian like myself to come to a big metropolis like this it’s a big treat.

So, this is where the Giants, Rangers and the Yankees come from right?

(The crowd give a half-hearted pop)



This is the Big Apple, Time Square, Wall Street, mother-fucking New York, right?!

(The crowd give a bigger pop)



And this is the birthplace of Donald Trump, Jeffrey Epstein and millions of other filthy god damned rats… and it stinks.

(The crowd boos.)



Hey, New York’ll be a great place if they ever finish it.

What? Booing me makes you happy? Suddenly you’re unified against something. You are the most sectarian hateful state in The Union!
Anytime four New Yorkers get into a cab together without arguing, a bank robbery just took place.

You can sell all your “I heart New York” shirts and wave the flag, but I know the guy who writes all those bumper stickers. He hates New York. Get over yourselves.

(The crowd boos.)



Last week I put Rajiv Khan on his ass. Pinned him and moved on. If there’s any animosity and he wants some more of the same that’s fine, but I think we all know I need to set my sights on titles not blood feuds at this time in my career.

This week is a bigger challenge.
A Royal Rumble.
The only style of gimmick match that the fans bizarrely look forward to on a yearly basis.
The prize of a title shot held out for everyone on the roster.



I haven’t proved myself here, to deserve a shot at the gold yet. I deserve more respect from your ugly asses, but I would have to be pretty dumb to expect to walk into title shots this early. I have had one hell of a career, but title shots aren’t given out as long service medals. They're earned by people that fight hard and can put bums on seats. Bums like yours, arenas like this but hopefully better ones than this dump every now and then. I know I can sell tickets with my own brand of old school brutality, but followings don’t always grow overnight.



All that said, The Rumble is a crap shoot that almost any one can win.

All these lightweight luchadores, high-flying, suicide diving punk kids in wrestling today have a beautiful aerodynamic grace to them.
The look on their face... so startled and panic-ridden several feet over a top rope... to see them plummeting helplessly towards elimination... and probably a trip to the ER... it really brings a warm fuzzy feeling to big old bastards like myself that cruelly launched them into that predicament.
Never forget that gravity is your mistress and rarely your friend.


Why the hell wouldn’t I back myself and give it “100%” in The Rumble?!

Why wouldn’t I show off some skills and some big nasty power moves to get the ladies swooning and the nerds screaming my name?!

Why wouldn’t I use some of your disrespectful pathetic boos to fuel me on to victory, just to spite you sorry sons of bitches?!


Exactly. There’s no reason why Eddie D couldn’t, shouldn’t, wouldn’t win The Rumble tonight and take this place by storm.


SWAT?! Every sorry Rumble entrant!?


BRING……. IT……. ON!



(Cave by Muse hits over the PA system. Eddie drops the mic. and steps through the ropes and walks slowly and deliberately down the steps as the crowd boo him and he heads up the aisle.

One kid offers his hand out and Eddie slaps it and winks favorably at the kid “This kid gets it folks... This kid gets it… The kids are the future.”

At the bottom of the ramp Eddie threatens to backhand a fan for giving him some verbal abuse and security get in the way.

Eddie smiles to antagonize the angry fan, laughs at the struggling security guard and heads up the ramp and into the backstage.)

[edwarddubin0604]

(The Hired Killers are in the locker room enjoying some down time before the women's tournament. They are cleaning their weapons smiling at their handiwork as they polish them as Glamourous Glenda enters the locker room just as The Hired Killers are putting their bullets into their Glocks.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Hired Kllers your thoughts about the women's tournament."

Jade: "What can we say 'You got the money....."

Kim: "We got the time....."

Jade: "Believe me we got plenty of time and in thus tournament we're going to collect a cool $2 million dollars no matter which one of us wins. We plan on going out there and eliminate each and every competitor in our way."

Kim: "On the wy to getting that cool $2 million dollars."

Glamourous Glenda: "You know that fellow KGB members Roxylishus and Don Joanne Canneli are in this tournament and they stand in your way too."

Jade: "That's true but all we have say about this is may the best woman win and it's going to be someone in the KGB that's going to win it all."

Kim: "It's going to be a KGB night again and nobody and nothing is going to stop us."

Glamourous Glenda: "There's some very dangerous opponents in this year's tournament."

Jade: "Name them even though it's going to be rather obvious."

Glamourous Glenda: "There's Albion."

(The Hired Killers look at each other.)

Kim: "Who's Albion."

Glamourous Glenda: "She's a newcomer who's in this tournament."

Jade: "You sure you're not doing what Jonnie Valentine and Suzi Spitz are doing and that's advertising some generic product that's not worth the time or money to use."

Glamourous Glenda: "It's the truth she's actually a wrestler."

Kim: "No matter Glenda this Albion girl is going to find out that you go against a Hired Killer. You're putting your life in your hands."

Jade: "That's what's going to happen literally when you face one of us. It's going to be just like a true hit job and she's not going to know what hit her when we're done with this Albion."

Glamourous Glenda: "She knew you brought assault rifles....."

(Jade stops her after she puts her hand up.)

Jade: "Whoa...Whoa...What did she say."

Glamorous Glenda: "She said you brought assault rifles...."

Jade: "First off that was close to six months ago and that was when we were told to go after Frostbite, who was still a face back then, if you recall."

Glamourous Glenda: "I remember that incident."

Jade: "Then you remember we had Glocks and were pursuing him throughout the arena eventually losing him."

Glamourous Glenda: "I remember that."

Jade: "Then Albion must have been seeing too many DVR's of that match and doesn't know a Glock from an assault rifle. How that clueless idiot got into the tournament is beyond us. Well tonight that airheaded bimbo is going to see how it feels to underestimate us and be a loser."

Glamourous Glenda: "There's also another newcomer named Melody Doll."

Kim: "Melody Doll. Who the fuck is Melody Doll."

Glamourous Glenda: "She's a newcomer who represent The Dark Carnival."

Kim: "Dark Carnival. What or who the fuck is that."

Glamourous Glenda: "Some place in a fed called Phantom Horse Wrestling."

Kim: "Where is that."

Glamourous Glenda: "It's an actual XHF fed."

Kim: "Okay you seemed to be kidding us with this and we get the joke. Now tell us what the punch line is Glenda."

Glamourous Glenda: "It's the truth Kim. There's an actual Melody Doll and she represents someone named Ryan Cullen."

Jade: "Let's hear Glenda out."

Glamourous Glenda: "It's true. Rumor has it that he's out to take over all of SWAT."

Kim: "You're telling us that this sonofabitch is trying to take over KGB's turf. This is SWAT and Soutter and the KGB rule this place and no piece of shit like Ryan Cullen is going to take it over. Now as for this little bay bitch named Melody Doll. She better go back to her carnival of clowns and go home to her doll house and her family of dolls. Believe us Dolly Girl you better hope one of us don't draw you or we're going to tear you and your little friends apart and rip your heads off."

Jade: "Take our warning seriously Dolly Girl because if you don't we'll hunt you down and we're going to not just going to burn your little home down. We're going to tear up all your dolly friends and bite their heads off without no mercy since that's what we do best and that's send messages that prove we mean business."

Kim: "That's you better not get any ideas and takeover SWAT or you mess with The Suit and KGB."

Glamourous Glenda: "I'm sure she's not going to like that."

Kim: "We could give a fuck if she doesn't like it or not."

Glamourous Glenda: "You know Suzi Spitz is going to be in this tournament."

Jade: "I get to eliminate her and embarrass the Old Geezers Society."

Kim: "That's going to be so great to see Jade."

Glamourous Glenda: "Then there's Lynn Brewster who's still not through with you Kim."

Kim: "What a freaking fuckin surprise since i'm not even through with that either. You remember I said that last year and she fluked her way to a victory against me. Well tonight I even the score and this time I'm going to be the one who embarrasses her by kicking her fucking ass."

Glamourous Glenda: "Jade you know your other rival 'Lucky' Linda La Fey is in this tournament too."

Jade: "Yeah we had quite a war in SWAT and this will probably be another chapter in our on and off war. I have to admit I have plenty of respect for Linda. She's tough and she comes prepared for a fight and I'm going to be ready for one too."

Glamourous Glenda: "You have anything else to say."

Jade: "Tonight KGB rules and that cool $2 million dollar prize is going to belong to one of our KGB sisters and The KGB will paint the town red or shall we say green."

Kim: "However, we're going to be cheering for our KGB brothers first as one of them will win the Royal Rumble."

Jade: "Ready to go Kim."

Kim: "Let' do this."

(They holster their Glocks and put their official KGB shirts on and their trenchcoats on and leave.)

Glamourous Glenda: "The Hired Killers are locked, loaded and ready to go. Back to you guys."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

[frostbite]

Jeremy Tucker: Wait a minute Andrew I understand there is something going on in the back.

Andrew Fulton: Is Suzi Spitz running around naked backstage?

Jeremy Tucker: In your dreams certainly not her.

Andrew Fulton: Has Goth put an hex on somebody else backstage and they are walking around like a zombie.

Jeremy Tucker: Ah no, but that would not be a surprise though.

SWAT cameras are back in the medic room as Doomsday and Lucifer are being looked over by the staff. Doomsday is holding the back of his head. The young medic wearing a blue shirt with tan slacks hands him a ice pack to put on the back of his head. Doomsday looks at the ice pack as he tosses it across the room as our cameras catch the flight on the pack as it slams right up against the brown colored walls. Doomsday gets up from the table, as he looks back at Lucifer, as he he has a white bloody towel over his forehead.

Doomsday: You fucking believe this shit. 14 years we have been down the road with Frostbite and this is how he treats us. That ungrateful bastard.

Lucifer gets up from off another table as he allows the bloody towel to drop to the floor, but a drop of blood from his forehead hits the floor.

Young medic: Sir you have to sit down, because you just might need stitches.

Lucifer: Son, I am quite fine, a little bit of blood never hurt anybody.

He looks at Doomsday.

Lucifer: Wait until I get my hands around Frostbite throat, I am going to choke the life out of him.

Doomsday: We have a small problem. Is butt buddies from the KGB will be with him and try to protect him.

Lucifer: What happened to every man for himself?

Doomsday: I am sure Paul has something planned but we are going to foil such. We are going to go into the rumble later on and we are going to eliminate every damn member of the KGB until he are left with the two of us and Frostbite.

Lucifer: What about others in the battle royal.. We must watch our backs and not get to caught up and the task at hand.

Doomsday: We will take care them as well. We will work as a team into, he gets down to the two of us and when it does best man win.

The young medic touches Lucifer on his shoulder.

Young medic: Sir I really need for you to sit down.

Lucifer looks at the medic with an intense look in his red eyes.

Lucifer: Son you do that one more time, I will touch you out in the hall.

Doomsday pulls the table up off the floor as he touches that across the room.

Doomsday: I am going to break every bone in Frostbite body. How many damn years we had to pull his worthless ass out of the fire.

Lucifer: We will both grab him a rip him apart.

Lucifer pulls up the other from out the ground as he tosses that across the room. The young medic looks at both men.

Young medic: Gentleman you need to calm down.

He looks at Doomsday..

Young medic: Sir you need to sit down you might have a concussion.

He looks at Lucifer.

Young medic: And sir you might need stitches.

He looks at then both.

Young medic: I might not clear you for battle royal.

Doomsday and Lucifer look at the young man had if he has lost his mind.

Doomsday: Son you need to shut then hell up.

Lucifer: What do you think about Team Fairtex and what they had to say.

Doomsday: Bascially call us crybabies and we are two big dumb seven footers. Listen, those two have there head so far Paul ass they do not know what is night and day anymore.

Lucifer: You know big man, I wonder if those two have enough balls to get back in the ring with us and put those tag team titles on the line.

Doomsday: Please you think Paul will allow That? Paul does not want his boys too lose to us dumbies. So we will not get that match. But if that take their head out of Paul ass long enough and maybe grow a set.

Lucifer: Dude have you gotten so low that we are name calling people.

Doomsday: Maybe we have.. But we will see them later on, and we can throw their asses right over the top ropes.

Lucifer: Come on, they are just like Frostbite have the KGB watch their backs.

Doomsday: Please everybody in the locker room wants a piece of the KGB, so you will get a chance trust me on that.

The young medic is loking around at the mess the two men have made.

Young medic.. You us going to clean up this mess.

Lucifer looks at the young medic.

Lucifer: Just who in hell are you talking to.

Doomsday: Look big man, tonight we make an impact. We do not need Frostbite or anybody else.

Lucifer: Agree.. I say we throw everybody out and if it gets down between the two of us best man wins.

Doomsday: Agree,. But we are going to beat some ass along the way.

Lucifer: Frostbite is going to pay for what he did..

Doomsday: And Team Failure Yes, is going to understand that simply can not remove us from any equation.

The young medic tosses Lucifer on his shoulder as Lucifer sounds around and grabs the medic by his throat as he tosses him across the room with so much force that he puts a dent in the wall as the young medic body slides to the floor.

Doomsday: Wow now the medic will need a medic.

Lucifer: Let's go with have some ass to kick.

The two walk out of the room leaving the young medic on the floor.

Jeremy Tucker: Doomsday and Lucifer are certainly not in a great mood. I am glad that I am not Frostbite or Team Fairtex.

Andrew Fulton: I might say this two ate my favored to win this thing. I hope the sign will protect Frostbite.

Jeremy Tucker: Every man will be for himself the winner gets a shot at the World title. The KGB might turn on themselves.

Andfew Fulton: They would never do that. It does not matter who wins as long as the World title comes home to the KGB then nothing matters.

Jeremy Tucker: Spoken like a true ass kisser.

Andrew Fulton: What did you say? I can have Paul fire you right now, you can be replaced you know.

Jeremy Tucker: And do I have to tell Doomsday and Lucifer what you said about them earlier off camera.

Andrew Fulton: Ah.......

Jeremy Tucker: I thought so.

[vastrix]

At the end of the Caffrey-Tarrasque match at Supremacy, Tarrasque stubbornly walks backstage while the fans cheer him on for his courage. He limps heavily from his sprained ankle, barely able to put any weight upon it. The feeling of his head being held high doesn’t last long as he gets to his dressing room where Alex Johnson lies in wait.

Johnson: You lost.

Tarrasque gives him a murderous look, sitting down in the chair in front of the vanity table and sits down. He brings up his foot to take the boot off and rub his swollen and bruised ankle. The look goes unnoticed by the angry Alex Johnson.

Johnson: How could you lose? If you would have been getting ready for this match instead of daydreaming the fuck away, you might have done better!

Tarrasque: Me trying think. What me name?

Johnson: Your name is Tarrasque! How stupid can you get? I call you Tarrasque every single fucking day.

Tarrasque shrugs his massive shoulders as there is a knock at the door.

Johnson: Enter.

A medic comes into the room with an ice pack. He looks at Tarrasque almost apologetically.

Medic: I just thought that you might want me to take a look at that ankle and that you might need this.

Tarrasque motions to his ankle and the medic pokes at it, bringing a slight hiss of pain from Tarrasque. The medic places the ice pack on the ankle, bringing about a sigh of relief.

Medic: Looks like a pretty serious sprain. You sure you going to be able to compete in the SWAT rumble?

Tarrasque: Me say-

Johnson: He’s too badly injured. I won’t represent a sure loser in a one off match. Tarrasque needs to heal before he steps into the ring again.

Tarrasque snarls at Alex, who nervously swallows hard. He looks back to the medic.

Tarrasque: Me heal fast. Me going win rumble so me can beat Jonnie Valentine. Him used be me boss in Hardkore World.

The medic looks like he’s full of shock and awe.

Medic: You used to work for “Probably Better than Your Mother” Jonnie Valentine?

Tarrasque Raises an eyebrow while looking at the medic.

Tarrasque: Him was “Hardkore” Jonnie Valentine then.

Medic: Oh. Now he changes his nickname thingie with every show. I just made that one up.

Alex Johnson stands up and walks to the door. He opens it up and motions toward the opening.

Johnson: Ok. You’ve examined the beast’s injury and iced him. Leave.

Medic: You going to be alright, Tarrasque?

Tarrasque slowly nods his head, a motion that the medic mimics as he leaves the room.

Medic: If you need anythin-

Alex slams the door closed in the medic’s face, cutting off his words.

Johnson: Where was I? Ah yes. You are a lazy piece of shit, Tarrasque. You spent your time dreaming about what your name is, when it’s clearly Tarrasque, instead of preparing for Caffrey. Now, you’ll face him again in the ring at the SWAT Rumble. All you’ll have to do is throw him out of the ring. You fucking think that you can do that one little thing?

Tarrasque pounds his chest with a grin.

Tarrasque: Me can throw him into crowd from middle ring!

Alex puts his hand to his head, wiping down the side of his face in anger.

Johnson: It was a fucking yes or a fucking no fucking question, you dumb beast. Can you fucking throw that mother fucker out of the ring?

Tarrasque blinks, knowing that he had answered the question in his own way.

Tarrasque: Yes. Me throw them all out.

Johnson: Good. Stay off of the turnbuckles. You don’t need to climb up high for someone to push you off to send you to the concrete floor and defeat.

Tarrasque: Me been thinking.

Alex cocks his head for a moment while looking at Tarrasque, shocked.

Johnson: You? Thinking? Whatever could your little mind be conjuring?

Tarrasque: Me no like you.

Johnson: So? I hate your fucking guts, but I have to fucking put up with your stupid ass.

Tarrasque: No.

There is a knock at the door. This time Tarrasque grins.

Tarrasque: Enter.

The door opens slightly, but Alex Johnson presses the door closed.

Johnson: We don’t need company while I’m trying to figure out what the fuck you’re up to.

The door slams open, nearly knocking Alex Johnson down. He takes a seat as Marcus Anderson, child of the late “Brain” Allen Anderson, walks into the room.

Johnson: What the fuck are you doing here?

Anderson: I am taking over for you. Isn’t it pretty obvious?

Alex Johnson stands up, getting into Marcus’ face.

Johnson: I told you that I have this, mother fucker.

Anderson: Let me put this in a way that you understand.

Marcus knees Alex in the crotch and hits a lifting reverse sto, the same finisher his father used as a wrestler so very long ago, in the middle of the dressing room. Marcus stands up, walks over to the vanity table where a phone sits, and dials security.

Anderson: I’m sorry to be such a bother, but can you remove Alex Johnson from the arena? He no longer handles Tarrasque and had to be dealt with.

It’s mere seconds before two security guards come into the room and pick up the stirring Alex Johnson. He wakes as they drag him away.

Johnson: What? Wait! You haven’t seen the last of me, you mother fucker! I will have vengeance!

Marcus closes the door with a happy sigh. He turns to Tarrasque with a smile.

Anderson: It’s been such a long time since we played in the yard, Tarrasque. How are you?

Tarrasque grins, pulling the ice pack off long enough to show off his bruised and swollen ankle.

Tarrasque: Me sore. Me losed.

Marcus pats Tarrasque on the shoulder with an encouraging grin.

Anderson: It’s alright. We’ll get him next time, right! Now. When you called me on the phone to come and take Alex’s place, you had something you were trying to figure out. Something your meditations isn’t reaching.

Tarrasque smiles large. It was a relief to have a handler where someone understood what his meditations meant. What it meant for him to be reaching into the Akashic Records. Something Alex Johnson either didn’t understand or even cared to try to understand.

Tarrasque: Me want know me real name. Not Tarrasque, but real boy name.

Anderson: Well...I don’t know your real name. Father never shared that info if he knew it. Though, there are some records at his office for his Tentare Corporation holding company in San Diego. We can go there to look.

Tarrasque frowns, not wanting to take the time to look into the Akashic Records so he thinks and thinks of the correct phrasing for his question.

Tarrasque: Did Armand not buy you daddy’s stuff?

Anderson: Good! You know a lot more than you seem to know, don’t you! Yes, my father sold his holdings to Armand, but Armand sold them back to me for pennies on the dollar thanks to urging in exchange for helping him go free from prison. Let’s ice that foot and we’ll leave for California once the show is finished. In the meantime, let’s get you something to eat. I remember that fighting builds up an appetite.

Tarrasque grins, a little bit of drool coming off of his chin.

Tarrasque: Me like!

The next day, Marcus Anderson and Tarrasque are in the main office of the Tentare Corporation, a holding company for all of the late Allen Anderson’s corporate holdings. Marcus sits at his father’s desk and looking through computer files while Tarrasque is sitting across the desk from him and is looking through a paper copy of his personal file. He looks at the pictures in the file of himself for he does not remember how to read.

Tarrasque: You find me name yet? Armand called me Darian Hightower. Me no think that me name for real.

Marcus nods, having already looked at the file that Tarrasque is looking at.

Anderson: I’m seeing a reference to that in the form of an alternate name for you if Tarrasque didn’t stick, but it did. Let me see. You were created at some mythical research facility known as Twilight. Did you see a lot of sparkling vampires there?

Tarrasque blinks, plainly confused by the reference.

Tarrasque: Me see...what? Me no know.

Anderson: It’s fine, beastie. It says you were taken from your home, but it does not say where. I don’t know where you’re from or what your name is beyond Tarrasque.

Tarrasque: Me think me Canadian, but me not know where in Canada.

Anderson: Well? That’s a start. I called Parsons while we were on the plane ride here. He knows of a guy to get in contact with that can help us. Someone with much better detective skills than me.

Tarrasque: Who that?

Anderson: You’ll see, man. Until then, you hungry? I can eat.

Tarrasque: You eat with me?

It was an eager question, no one had ever eaten with him since Allen Anderson. He had been treated as a glorified pet by everyone since the Andersons had treated him like family. It was a welcome sensation.

Anderson: Of course! Why wouldn’t I?

Tarrasque comes around the table and wraps Marcus in a big bear hug. Marcus feels some popping sounds in his back and he gasps for air.

Anderson: I do need to breathe though…

Tarrasque releases Marcus with a chuckle.

Anderson: Alright. Let’s go.