Anzac Cup 2019 Show

[SWAT Team]

[We return to ringside, Eric Chronister and Aaron Ortiz of the The Convicted in the ring.]

Jeremy Tucker : We are back folks, and The Convicted waiting in the ring already for their match up with Withers and Washington.

Andrew Fulton : No entrance huh, that’s ominous.

[My Own Summer begins to play across the PA system and after a short delay out walks Alex Withers, dressed with a black zip up hoody lifted over his head, simple black boots and trunks he walks with a purpose towards the ring. Sliding under the bottom rope he heads towards his corner without even a look towards the camera. Rubbing at each wrist he waits until the last possible moment to take his top off and bounces on the balls of his feet, glaring at the convicted and awaiting his tag team partner.]

Frank Salazar : LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, the following constest is a 1st round Anzac Cup match and scheduled for ONE fall. Currently in the ring, Eric Chronister and Aaron Ortiz ... THE CONVICTED!!!!

Coming in at 6’ and 170 pounds ... hailing from Lansing, Detroit, Michigan. ALEX WITHERS!!!! And his tag team partner, hailing from Brooklyn, New York, coming in at 6’5 & 242 lbs .... LEON WASHINGTON!!!!

[The sirens go off and the fans immediately rise to their feet as the arena lights switch to a series of swirling blues and whites. Seconds later, Washington comes out through the curtains and onto the stage, running to one side to get the fans all fired up before doing it again on the other side. He then plays to camera...continuously working the crowd and slapping hands on his way down the ramp, before he breaks into a sprint near the bottom and slides into the ring. The spotlights focus on one of the turnbuckles, while the blue lights continue to swirl about and Washington climbs the turnbuckle and throws a fist high into the air. The crowd reacts as thousands of flashes go off, while Washington tosses his cap out into the crowd then pulls off his jersey and flings it out the other side. He turns and drops down into the ring, getting limbered up as he awaits the sound of the bell.]

Jeremy Tucker : Ref calls for the bell and this one is underway. Withers and Washington charge at the Convicted and level them with dual Clotheslines. They then pick them up and Irish whip them to the ropes together and hit simultaneous drop kicks.

Andrew Fulton : Fans getting behind the team from the XHW, they seem a pretty good representation Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : They are Elite Fulton, we are privileged to have them here in the Cup.

Andrew Fulton : I’m going to start watching their shows, who knows, maybe one day we will see The Voice of SWAT Andrew Fulton calling the action over there. If the price is right of course.

Jeremy Tucker : One can only hope. Withers with some stiff chops to Ortiz.

Andrew Fulton : Washington with a Combination Jab + Discus Punch Knockdown to Eric.

Jeremy Tucker : Washington delivers a jumping shoulder tackle to Eric.

Andrew Fulton : Withers hits a diving forearm smash on Ortiz.

Jeremy Tucker : They are just having their way with the Convicted.

Andrew Fulton : They are my pick to take out the whole Cup! What a spear from Withers!!!

Jeremy Tucker : You have picked 5 teams so far to win this Fulton! Washington with a throwback neckbreaker, this is a slaughter!

Andrew Fulton : Wheel barrow facebuster from Washington to Eric.

Jeremy Tucker : Withers climbs to the top, DIVING HEADBUTT!!

Andrew Fulton : DETROIT DEATH DROP (RKO) FROM WITHERS TO ORTIZ!!

Jeremy Tucker : BROOKLYN BUSTER!!! (Stunner) From Washington to Eric!! Double pin by both Withers and Washinton!!! Ref counts both pins ..... ONE ...................... TWO .................. THREE!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Told you they would win Jerry! That may as well have been a bye.

Jeremy Tucker : Big time tune up match, and they gotta be brimming with confidence running into the next round.

Andrew Fulton : Hand them the silverware already.

Jeremy Tucker : It’s going to be a lot harder than that, time will tell.

Frank Salazar : WINNERS OF THE MATCH AND ADVANCING TO THE 2ND ROUND .... ALEX WITHERS AND LEON WASHINGTON!!!

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: This is the last match of Round #1 of the 2019 Anzac Cup Tournament, Live, from New Zealand right here on the XHF NETWORK!


Andrew Fulton: No doubt Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition has saved the BEST team for last!


Jermey Tucker: Johnny Rockstar and Levi? I don't know about that. I have yet to see them inside the squared circle.


Andrew Fulton: No, dummy. Former SWAT World Tag Team Champions..#BroCode! And they didn't even lose the titles so technically they are your CURRENT SWAT World Tag Team Champions!


Jeremy Tucker: The only problem with all that is Calum Morgan. He was one half of and currently has the Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition World Tag Team Titles in his possession.


Andrew Fulton: Please. We all know "The Ruler" Paul Blair carried that version of #BroCode. One of those World Tag Team Titles belongs to Blair! Calum stole those belts!


Jeremy Tucker: Just like he did the Pledge Allegiance Memorial Cup. As Calum says though..possession is 9/10th of the law.


Andrew Fulton: Meaning?


Jeremy Tucker: Meaning they are now in the possession of Calum Morgan and if you don't like it..just like The Hired Guns found out earlier..too damn bad!


Andrew Fulton: Yeah, well this blend of #BroCode might be the best variation yet. "The Leader of the Pack", Jimmy Blast is a former Shrouded Enigma Entertainment Adrenaline Champion and "The Ruler" Paul Blair is the reigning, defending and undisputed Shrouded Enigma Entertainment Transylvanian Champion! And the young guy they replaced Calum with, Israel Steele, is a absolute BEAST. You gotta' problem? "The Man of Steele" will solve it!


Jeremy Tucker: At any rate, here comes our first team!


Frank Salazar: Ladies and gentlemen..this match is for one fall and the last match of this first round of the 2019 Anzac Cup Tournament..introducing first..from Rock City, Michigan..The Rated Rock Superstar..The King of Rock City..The Greatest of All Time God's Elite..Legendary Rockstar and Icon of Rock...he IS...JOHHNNNNY ROOOCCKKSTAAAR!

["Deep Enough", by Fast & Furious Soundtrack rocks the stadium to its core. Out comes Johnny Rockstar to a moderate ovation. Johnny is strumming his Fender Guitar and is wearing a XHF NETWORK team shirt available now at the merchandise booths throughout the stadium. He serenades a young tinder as he walks up and down the ramp strumming his guitar to his theme music. He takes off his sunglasses and puts them on the young female fans who almost faints as Johnny looks back and blows her a kiss. The ref takes his guitar away and puts it at ring side by security. Johnny enters the ring and does a little dance as he waits for his partner Levi.]


Andrew Fulton: Man with all those nicknames in his introduction I think it was longer than his actual promo!


Jeremy Tucker: Would you stop? That's no way to treat our guests in this Tag Team Tournament!


Andrew Fulton: What? I'm just telling it like it is! 


Frank Salazar: And is partner and the other half of the MOTOR CITY ROCKERS..standing 5'11.weighing in at 230 pounds.."The Hunter"...this is LEEEVIIII!

["Nightmare", by NYXX shakes the stadiums and out walks Levi to a mixed reaction. Levi has a all business demeanor as he walks straight to the ring and jumps over the ropes. He lands and slaps Johnny Rockstar five as Rockstar mocks #BroCode waiting
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Frank Salazar: And there opponents..first from Kill Devil  Hills, North Carolina, standing 6'10 and weighing 325 pounds..he is "The Man of Steele".."The Towering Inferno"...ISSSSSRRRAAEEL STEEEEELLLEE!!

["Tom Sawyer", by Rush brings the SWAT crowd to their feet as out comes Israel Steele with his valet "The Number Cruncher" Ms. Kelly. Steele is wearing a black and red #BroCode t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, blue jeans and cowboy boots. Ms. Kelly is on her lappy (laptop) crunching numbers while Steele fist bumps the cooler fans on his way to the ring. Steele helps Ms. Kelly into the ring then steps over the top rope and into the ring. Steele waits for his #BroCode brothers.]


Frank Salazar: And his partner..one-third of #BroCode..The Former Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition World Tag Team Champion and current Shrouded Enigma Entertainment Transylvanian Champion..from River Falls, Wisconsin..standing at 6'2 weighing 285 pounds.."The Ruler"...PAAAAUUUL BLAAAIR!!

["Bro Code", by Brantley Gilbert brings the fans to their feet as out comes "The Ruler" Paul Blair decked out in a New Zealand fit. Blair is flossing his fit like it's his every day attire..complete with his signature 80's Top Gun sunglasses. He struts slowly to the ring with the Shrouded Enigma Entertainment Transylvanian Title over his left shoulder. He stops in the middle of the ramp and out comes Earl pushing a Ice Cream cart. Earl is also decked out in a New Zealand fit and a ridiculous looking ice cream parlor hat. Earl begins to hand out New Zealand's favorite ice cream..Hokey Pokey. A bicycle bell is heard and out riding on a bike with a hot dog cart attached is Elmo. Elmo is wearing a hot dog concession inspired outfit with the New Zealand flag all over it. Elmo rides his bicycle and nearly crashes but regains control right before he hits any fans. Elmo jumps off the bike and starts handing out Sausage Sizzle with mounds of caramelized onions on each from his hot dog cart. Blair looks back and looks under his 80's shades and then heads into the ring. Both Elmo and Earl go to the back after serving most of the fans in the first rows.]


Andrew Fulton: Blair Enterprises at it's finest here tonight! Paul is making a killing selling two staples here in New Zealand..Hokey Pokey Ice Cream and Sausage Sizzle!


Jeremy Tucker: You're just happy you get yours for free!


Andrew Fulton: Damn right I am!


Jeremy Tucker: And we are waiting for just one more. The third and some say leader of the three..here comes Jimmy Blast!


Andrew Fulton: Shades of the Fabulous Freebirds from back in the day!


Jeremy Tucker: Or..New Day for anyone under sixty years old.


Andrew Fulton: Hey! That's my line!

["Crazy Train", by Ozzie Osbourne blasts through the stadium P.A. speakers and out strolls "The Blaster" Jimmy Blast. Blast is wearing blue jeans, a #BroCode t-shirt and boots. Blast runs to the ring and the melay begins.]


[Blast runs in and clotheslines Johnny Rockstar over the top rope. Israel Steele grabs Levi the Hunter and Choke Slams him over the top rope and onto the floor next to Ms. Kelly. "Flawless Perfection" as she calls herself, is busy sitting at a table typing away at her labtop. Blair lazily sits on the ropes looking under his 80's sunglasses ala Shawn Michaels.]


Jeremy Tucker: #BroCode cleaning house and our referee "Eric's Bitch" Anderson Rich says ring the bell and let's get it on!


Andrew Fulton: With that sicko you never know what that means. He might want to literally get it on.


Jeremy Tucker: Would you stop? Underneath his coke bottle trifocals there is a human being you know.


Andrew Fulton: Please..how can a guy who's eye prescription reads "burning ants" get a job as a referee. We'll have to ask our owner Joe Pesci that. 


[On que- "Wise Guys", by Joe Pesci plays and out comes the owner of Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition. He is decked out in a suit and has a mic in his hand.]

Joe Pesci: Okay..okay..okay. Since this is the last match of the first round I figured why not make it a good one? The only thing is I'm not good at describing these types of matches so let me introduce the man who made this type of match up famous, Current GM and soon to be COO of Shrouded Enigma Entertainment..Former GM right here in Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition..my Godson I might add..JOOOOEEYY MORRRRRELLLLI!

["Who Made Who", by AC/DC blisters ears throughout the stadium as out walks the man, who a long with "Timeless" Alex Turner advanced to the second round of this very tournament already, Joey Morelli. Morelli has a suit on and a mic in his hand. As he begins to explain the new match stipulations SWAT agents and construction crew begin to race out from the back. Some are driving forklifts with glass tanks and others boxes of goodies that will no doubt be used for the match. Pesci greets Morelli with a hug then kisses him on each cheek then whispers in his ears, then exits to the back.]


Joey Morelli: No worries Unc. I've got you covered. You see the five of you are in for a treat and so are you fans.


Fans: Fuck'em up Joey..Fuck'em up! (Clap..Clap)


[#BroCode is in the ring staring at Joey as is Johnny Rockstar and Levi the Hunter on the outside, trying to stay out of the way of the construction going on. Ms. Kelly is still typing away on her labby at a table on the outside.]

Joey Morelli: Ladies and gentlemen..welcome to the Four Tanks of Fear match! As you can see there are tanks of themed goodies that can be used in this no disqualification match. First, the tank over near the announcers table is full of new and broken guitars..there's guitar string..various pieces of guitars in general..Rock out!! 


[Joey plays the air guitar even catching air as he does his best Angus Young interpretation.]


Joey Morelli: To the left of the announce table..inside that tank is various strains of barb and razor wire. Sheep..much like most of you followers..are a big thing here in New Zealand. Besides dogs, the Sheep Herders of the regions use plenty of razor and barbwire to protect their live stock. So I figure why not have you five Pilgrims roll around it? Sounds good, huh? I mean who cares, right? Could be worse..I could make you count sheep! With his lackluster promo earlier..Johnny Rockstar must have been trying to put us all to sleep!


Joey Morelli: Moving on to the third tank on the other side of the ring. The Radu inspired Tank of man-eating worms..why the water you ask? Simple..there are also the New Zealand giant lemprey which I guess technically is fish but trust me..there are also worms in there..nobody likes me..everybody hates me..I think I'll go eat a handful of worms like Brewster did at Battle Ground #10: Sin City Showdown!


Joey Morelli: In the final tank. Did I mention the brilliant dogs they use to herd most of the sheep around these parts? No, it's not a tank full of dogs. That would be shitty..literally. What I did fill those tanks with are extra powered, heavy duty, electric dog collars used for dog training. Only the electrical currencies of these dog collars have been bumped up to 4.5 millamps, which trust me will knock a grown man on his ass after he shits his pants! So good luck boys..and have fun with it! As always...


Joey and Crowd: [In unison] Sorry......NOT Sorry!


[Joey exits to the back.]


[Ms. Kelly types something in her computer and the bell rings starting the match.]


Ring Bell: Ding..Ding..Ding!!


[On the outside Johnny Rockstar taunts Paul Blair with the Razor Ramon type taunt. Blair baseball slides from inside the ring into the jaw of Johnny Rockstar who goes crumbling to the floor.]


[Levi "The Hunter" pics up Johnny Rockstar's Fender Guitar from his intro earlier. He hides it then smashes it over the head of Israel Steele who tries to connect with a big boot but misses.]


Guitar: Clunk!


[Steele no-sells the guitar shot and lifts Levi up his neck and chokeslams him all the way into the tank of guitars.]


Jeremy Tucker: I didn't know Steele could play the guitar!


Andrew Fulton: Yeah, with Levi's face he can!


[Levi leaps up out of the guitar tank and bashes Steele in his leg with a broken guitars handle that stabs into it. Steele goes to pull it out but Levi drop kicks it deeper into the leg of Steele who quickly collapses.]


[The camera pans to the other side of the arena. Blair is laying down vicious chops on Johnny Rockstar.]


Fans: Wooooooo!


Jeremy Tucker: Blair is leaving his mark on Johnny Rockstar here tonight at Anzac Cup 2019 on the XHF NETWORK! 


[The welts on Johnny's chest are predominate. Blair winds up for another chop when Johnny Rockstar reaches into the electronic dog collar tank and pulls out a souped up collar. He knees Blair in the nuts then grabs his head and puts it to his knees as he puts the collar around Blair's neck. Johnny flips the button to high and Blair starts to quickly convulse. Blair begins to foam out the mouth.]


Andrew Fulton: You can smell burning flesh and neck hairs!


[Jimmy Blast has made his way over to where Levi and Steele are. Levi charges Blast with a guitar in his hand and Jimmy delivers a perfect Spear knocking the wind out of Levi sending them both through the glass tank as glass and guitar parts go flying all over the stadium.]


Fans: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!


Jeremy Tucker: Jimmy Blast and this Levi the Hunter look like they have been through a car wreck.


[Ms. Kelly runs over from her table and takes the guitar handle embedded into the leg of Steele and pulls it out. Steele screams out in pain. Ms. Kelly then races back to her table and types into her labby and the collar around Blair's neck turns off. Johnny Rockstar grabs it and keeps trying to mess with it to get it to work when Ms. Kelly punches something on her keyboard and it turns the collar on full force sending Johnny flying into the air and through Italian Announce table.]


Candice Morelli: Johnny Rockstar è stato fulminato e potrebbe non essere mai più lo stesso!


Candice Morelli: (in English)
Johnny Rockstar has been electrocuted and he may never be the same!


[Blast tries to get up but Levi grabs some guitar string and starts choking Jimmy. Steele is trying to get up with that obviously injured leg. Levi kicks Steele in the knee sending him down again.]


[Johnny tries getting up from the pile of Italian Announce Booth. Blair has a electric dog collar wrapped around his foot. He nods to Ms. Kelly sitting at the table, she hits a button on her labby and Blair lands a Blair Kick at the same time sending Johnny flying over into the tank of worms and lempreys. Johnny sizzles from the dog collar amped up and electricity hitting the water. Johnny jumps out of the tank with a lemprey connected to the side of his face. Blair runs at him but Johnny throws a lemprey at Blair that latches onto his face.]


[Levi keeps working on the leg of Steele. Blast sneaks over and gauges Levi in the eye with a guitar pic.]


Andrew Fulton: Blast showing why he is the dirtiest player in the game!


Jeremy Tucker: Guitar pic to the eye! Genius move by Jimmy Blast!


[Blair and Johnny both have lempreys stuck to their face. They run around trying to get them off, bumping into each other as well.]


[Steele just about gets up when Calum Morgan jumps over the guardrail and spears him in the leg!]


[Michael Maddox jumps over the guardrail side Blair is on. Maddox kicks Johnny in the face with a big boot then Blair.]


Andrew Fulton: What the fuck is #BarCode doing here!?


[Calum scoops Steele up and hits his Calum Cash (Styles Clash) through the table Ms. Kelly was doing her magic from. She goes flying one way and her laptop another!]


Jeremy Tucker: These two stables have been going at it for months! #BarCode is finally getting pay back for all the Shrouded Enigma Entertainment shit they've been going through at the hands of #BroCode!


[As Blast gets up he is met with a Code Breaker by Calum. Calum jumps off the top rope with a Bulldog onto a chair and through a table he had set up outside the ring. Calum dusts himself off and jumps back over the guardrail and exits to the back through the crowd.]


[Maddox gives Blair a Face Lift (single legged Drop Kick to his face) then jumps the guardrail and also exits through the fans.]


Fans: We love #BarCode..we love #BarCode!!


[Johnny gets up and puffs his chest out. He lifts Blair up by his hair and throws him into the ring. He lays Blair in the middle of the ring then crosses from one side of the ring to the other and jukes and jives with first a elbow, then follows up with a jukin' and jivin' knee drop!]


Andrew Fulton: Shades of "The Road Dog" Jesse James!


Jeremy Tucker: Johnny Rockstar with his finisher..there's the shake..there's the rattle and there's the roll!!!


Andrew Fulton: Shades of Hall of Famer..The Honky Tonk Man!


Jeremy Tucker: The cover and pin..1...2..3!!


Andrew Fulton: Jimmy Blast makes the save!!


[Blast gets hit with an Elbow from behind by Levi. Levi puts Blast in his Hunter's Trap (Walls of Jericho).]


Jeremy Tucker: Hunter's Trap!! Hunter's Trap!! Blast is caught in the Hunter's trap! He may tap!


[Just before Blast taps out Steele makes the save by limping in and booting Levi in the face. Johnny gets up and drop kicks Steele but Steele catches him then delivers a huge Steele Bomb (Powerbomb) but holds on then Steele Bombs him again making it a Pop-up Steele Bomb! Johnny buckles into the mat. Steele covers and pins Johnny..1..2..3!!


Jeremy Tucker: So much for Steele being the weak link. He just got the pin and #BroCode moves on to Round #2.


[Israel Steele is in tears and he has a mic in his hand.]


Israel Steele: That was for you pop! Yo' Angelo Steele..we did it!!


Jeremy Tucker: Steele dedicating this big first round win to his pop, who is recovering at home from open heart surgery. Our prayers are with you Mr. Steele! YOUR boy has done you proud!


Andrew Fulton: What a match. But it's not over! What is #BroCode doing?


[Blast picks Levi up then DDT's him straight into the mat. Blast pics him up again and sets him up..Blair Kick that nearly knocks Levi's head off his shoulders! Levi slowly tries to get back up and another DDT by Blast.]


Jeremy Tucker: Enough is enough. You've proven your damn point!


Jimmy Blast: Finish him Big Man!


[Steele gets Levi into the Power Bomb position and does another Pop-up Power Bomb and bombs him over the top rope and into the razor and barbwire tank, slicing Levi from head to toe. Steele wraps Levi up in the barbwire.]


Andrew Fulton: This is why you don't mess with #BroCode..I'd hate to be Morgan and Maddox now!


Jeremy Tucker: What carnage! We'll be right back with the start of Round #2 right after this break from our broadcast partners the XHF NETWORK! 

[SWAT Team]

[-Even if you hate that British bastard Calum Morgan, you have to admit the guy is pretty much a bad ass. I will regress out of unoriginality to dare call him Calum 2 Belts, but.....he does infact have two belts. Albeit both are the Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition World Tag Team Titles...did I mention both? As in two. Thought I did..sorry.


What can't be apologized for is the way Calum, and his tag team partner Michael Maddox, took care of Anzac Cup 2019 Tag Team Tournament round one business by defeating Maddox's better half, "Daredevil" Avery McCullen, and her ungrateful shit brick of a partner "Lucky" Linda, collectively The Irish Rose Bombshells. I have to admit as a outside narrator looking in..I didn't think Maddox had it in him. Calum didn't either but Maddox showed up like a boss. Boom! Just like that..#BarCode advances to round two..They got this shit.


There I go again..getting all carried away when my job is to just describe the scene..Calum walks into his lockeroom by himself with his Engima paint from head to toe. He wears a comfortable fitting black hoody with red letters that say "Still a Bad Boy" on the back and the Shrouded Enigma Entertainment logo on the front. He has both SWAT World Tag Team Titles..one draped over his left shoulder and the other resting on his right. The room is dark and has a chill to it. "Bad Boy", by Skepta is playing on the music piped into the lockeroom. Calum sits down and begins to talk into the camera.-]

"Still a Bad Boy" Calum Morgan: Let's play my brand spanking new game I made up on the fly for this promo called "Calum's Advocate". I will be dissecting a bunch of gibberish..verbatim mind you..and taking these silly mother fuckers to SWAT school once again!


[The room gets brighter..no doubt illuminated by the big screen television Calum has turned on.]


What do we have first up?


[Calum pushes play on the remote control he has in his hand. Israel Steele's promo begins to play on the big screen tv.]


Israel Steele: Woo! I'm all that and a bag of Funonions aren't I? Don't worry, Kate Moss..we'll take it from here. You see, we got a British sissy boy running around here in Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition and Shrouded Enigma Entertainment, by the name of Calum Morgan!


Doritos is more my style, son. Hot and Spicy to be exact. "British sissy boy"? This coming from a guy taking orders from some nerdy ding-bat on a fuckin' computer. Let me guess big boy..you met her online, didn't you? FarmersOnly.Com, I bet. I have to give you a tiny bit of props, Steele...at least you pronounced my name right. Other than that though you are pretty much a dumb fuck!


Israel Steele: I bet you do! Calum's own mom didn't even want him. Why do you think she died? The fact is that little shrimp of a man ain't in too much of hurry to mix it up with yours truly. He knows I'm bigger..stronger..tougher..and way better looking than he ever was as a #BroCode member. Why do you think he's wearing the demon paint now?


Actually, she died of lung cancer..Now don't you look like a fucking asshole? Don't trip "Buns of Steele"..you wear that shit well. 


A shrimp of a man like me only bothers with upper tier talent..not a fucking Busche League, wanker such as yourself. Shit..your main steady cuts a better fuckin' promo than your sorry ass. Butt-hurt..party of one..Table for one ready for butt-hurt party of one.


"Bigger..Stronger..Tougher"..what, than a two dollar steak? Check please!


You got me on being better looking..the red-headed, curly-cue, shit for brains look is apparently what all the women want these days.


Why do I wear the demon paint? Because I can you mixed up piece of shit. Why the fuck do you wear briefs instead of boxers you over dramatic prick?


"Calum..you don't have me fooled. All the hiding..all the sneaking around..just like you do on all your old ladies. The cheap shots from behind...you don't own any space in my head and it sure the hell ain't up to rent out..you don't have enough credit to ever get into my head."


I don't have you fooled? Your dumb ass thought we were playing hide and go seek. Sneaking around on my "main steady"? Not my style you jacked up looking Carrot Top. Getting dating tips from dude who found his "executive decision maker" on PlentyOfFish.com. Smooth move Ex-lax...smooth move!


Cheap shots from behind? What! Me? I am outraged! Do I look like a guy who would do something like that? No way!


The fact you mentioned I don't own space in your head means? I own space in your head, Crickey! Cheap ass rent too..bottom basement prices. Got that shit at discount..feel me? Definitely no first and lasts months rent as a deposit. A pet deposit for sure though, with Ms. Kelly foaming at the mouth, and nipping at everybody's heels. Kelly..HEEL!


"New Zealand..Anzac Cup 2019 Tag Team Tournament or not..I'm still fixin' to lay these hands on that piece of shit Calum Morgan!"


You've mentioned my name four times already dill-weed. I'm not in your mind at all? Get the fuck out of here with that shit! Go convince one of the other two Stooges..you've got Jimmy, Curly-Cue and Paul. Since my narrator mentioned Calum 2 Belts earlier..I won't touch the "lay these hands" on Calum line. I plead the 5th, Braun Steeleman or is it Steele Strouman? I always get the two mixed up.


"I hear all the shit people whisper about in the back. That maybe Steele is the weak link of #BroCode? Maybe when it comes to crunch time Steele will fold..NOT on your fucking life!"


If it looks like shit..smells like shit..and gets all over the bottom of your shoe..it probably IS a big pile of stanky, extra ripe shit. Of course you are the weakest link in #BroCode, mate! It's actually not even fucking close. Trust me..look how Maddox, and I folded you like a cheap accordion when we interfered in your first Round match. Fucking pathetic. Crunch time? You sound like a big bloke.


"Let's get something straight..you people don't pay my wages..you don't put food on my table or a roof over my family's head. This business..MY business does that!"


Um..actually the fans paying to buy a ticket to throw a tomato at your Richard Simmons curly head does kind of pay your bills. Apparently, you bottom feeders don't get paid shit compared to Calum 2 Belts. I get paid, homie. I was the one who went on the #PinMePayMe campaign last year..remember? Speaking of houses. Be careful or little ol' Bad Boy Calum might huff..he might puff..he might blow your fuckin' house down!


"Until you've walked a foot in my shoes kindly SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'm tired of all the games Morgan. What..do you think none of us has ever lost a loved one? No..the difference is when we do lose a loved one we don't go take our ball and go home. Real men don't leave their friends high and dry. True friends stick together and let them help them through tough times. That's what friends are for!"


Sure everybody has lost a loved one. I handled it the way I did. I don't need to justify anything to you #BroCode fuck faces. Walk a foot in your shoes? No thanks..I don't need any of the foot fungus you've got growing. "True friends stick together."? Where did you read that...on a fucking Hallmark card? Lame as fuck..even for you!


"Your little painted side kick, Michael Maddox is no threat to me or any other #BroCode member. You'll see Maddox. Morgan will fail you just like he did Paul Blair..I guarantee it!"


Yeah..you say that then he wasn't a threat..what about when my mate went off on a Face Lifting spree more than a few times in Round #1? He's a bigger threat kickin' your teeth down your fucking throat, isn't he?


I failed Paul? Paul Blair? Same guy I carried to the Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition World Tag Team Titles? Do your research..ask around. I carried his ass during HIS time as World Tag Champ..not the other way around. That's all Maddox is going to see..my hands once AGAIN raised, and me once again, winning another tag team tournament. Fuck I'm good!


"What better way to prove I am an elite member of #BroCode by winning this tournament and sending Morgan and Maddox home at the same time. One thing at a time but let it be known I'm sending Morgan back home to his brother...oh wait..He's dead. I'll send him home to his "mum" as they call them in Britain..oops..my bad..SHE'S DEAD TOO!!"


Or show you are an elite member of the douche club? Not a jab about my dead mother again? Getting a lot of mileage off that mother fucker, aren't you, Steele? Sending me back home to my brother or mother?..oh wait, now you just realized one problem. They are dead so you'd be committing murder. All good..murder was the case that they gave me!


"Why does everybody keep leaving you, Morgan? Because you are a fucking loser..that's why! You aren't worth anybody sticking around. Nobody likes you, Morgan. Not as funny as you thought you were, eh, you stupid son of a bitch?


Check it out. Technically, I left YOUR new stable mate, so by your logic Paul Blair is a fucking loser. See how I turned that shit around? Frustrating..isn't it? Pretty funny for a son of bitch though, eh? Making #BroCode my bitches is god damn hard work. Okay you caught me. I'm lying my ass off...it's easy as fuck. 


"See..I'm a nice guy..aren't I? [Fans boo and Steele soaks it in.] Music to my ears. Just like the music #BroCode will be playing all over Johnny Rockhard and Leland The Dog Catcher. Don't worry boys..the pen is mightier that the sword. But Steele never bends! Remember that!!"


You aren't a nice guy..you are really a "dead family" mentioning, cock suckin', creeper-fuck. Soak the fact in I'm fuckin' owning your ass this whole promo. My Calum's Advocate on you has been spot on..remember that shit!


Round 2 we got Chianti..or as that stoned out of his mind "Timeless" dude calls it..Chiati!! Dude reminds me of Jeff Spicoli from Fast Times at Ridgemont High. The blonde haired, surfer dude style, complete with van or the "Timeless Machine"? Oh, my bad, that's Morelli and his nerdy twin crumb-snatchers who were building that thing. Hey, Morelli..the future called and said your kids are really two little fucking assholes. Chips off the ol' block, huh, pal? The apple doesn't fall very far from the tree. And leave it up to Demon Calum to pick that "forbidden fruit", and try and share with others. Sharing and caring..the REAL enemy in most cases. We live in a dog eat dog world, and until big changes happen at the very top...it's going to stay that way...but just ride the wave out like one of my Round #2 opponents.."Left Nutless" would, all the way over here in New Zealand at this big event..Anzac Cup 2019 Tag Team Tournament, live, right here on the XHF NETWORK! 


Joey Morelli..or Ward fuckin' Cleaver. Mr. Morelli? Can Candice and her sugar-tits come out and play? I'd really like to play with her..oh, nevermind..she is a married woman. I shouldn't think like that. But..meh, whatever..Fuck it! Roxylishus and Candilishus both have exceptional, next level tits!


I'm not got going to try and play off that you two Jokers don't have fine..fuckable women. You fools know that by now. I'm not teaching old dogs new tricks..that's why you married them, right fellas? I'm cool with all that.


This thing we got going with Chianti is nothing personal. I like the two blokes..they are just an end that justifies a means. The means is to move on and become the 2019 Anzac Cup winner with my tag mate..Michael Maddox...so it is written..so it shall be done!


We'll worry about Risky Business when we have to. We are smashing this tournament like sobriety- one day at a time! Keep coming back, because it works if you work it, so work it.


Shut the front door..is there a draft in here or is it just me? Nevermind. It's fuckin' Frostbite the No-Man and his Abominable Snowman, Captain Caveman looking, Chewbacca sounding, special needs needing, partner Tarrasque. Ain't that an Italian cake? We might have to ask the Morelli clan. My bad..it's tiramisu..Tiramisu? Bless you! Sorry..I'm all out of handkerchiefs..


What a piss-poor showing by the Amazons. Did any woman even make it past the first round? I don't think so but it goes back to what I've been saying all along. They are all show and no go. Tits and ass. Arm candy. Arm-piece. Call girl. Night companion. Plus one. Chaperone. Escort. Candy Cane. Jelly bean. Man the fuck up ladies. Grow a pair. Take it like a man. Boys will be boys. Get over it. You are setting women back a hundred years with the lackadaisical efforts. Wake the fuck up. All the bitching about equality and this kind of showing? You should be ashamed of yourselves..better luck next time..bitches. Now be gone!


Those are my opinions and these are my views..if I've said something that has offended you?


Well..


FUCK YOU!


We are #BarCode..and Jimmy Blast is still our bitch!


Now go fuck yourselves!

Frostbite the No-man..
Was a jolly happy soul..
With a marijuana pipe and a broken nose..
And two eyes made out of coal..
Frostbite the No-man is a fairy gay tale they say..
He was made of cocaine snow..
But the children know.. 
How he came to life and wrestle one day...
There must have been some magic in that..
Old jim-hat they found..
For when they placed it on his head..
He began to dance around..
O Frostbite the No-man..
Was alive as he could be..
And the children say he could talk and wrestle..
Just the same as Maddox and me..
Dumb fucking kids. Must be the Morelli twins. Little shitheads..
He led them down the streets of town..
Right to the traffic cop..
And he only paused a moment when..
He heard them holler "Stop!"
Frostbite the No-man..
Had to hurry on his way..
But he waved goodbye saying..
"Don't you cry I'll be able to wrestle like Calum some day" -Frostbite the No-Man, by Calum Morgan

[radu]

{{Black & White Footage...}}



{{A rally for Italian dictator, Benito Mussolini.  For all of his crimes and infamy, at least he kept the trains running on time.  There is something to be said about maintaining a specific schedul-----}}
KNOCK
KNOCK
KNOCK
{{The greasy face of a page shoves its way into the Luchian Inc. dressing room.}}

Jimmy the Page: We just wrapped the first round, second starts in fifteen minutes...

{{A voluptuous blond in a well fitted suit, Bobbi, nods coldly while closing the door on the young man's head.  It almost pops like a pimple.  What the hell - it does.  Blood and pus splash the lens.  The boss is not going to like this.  The camera pans around with Bobbi to reveal the locker room.  Slightly larger than usually, but with far less staff.  Letting the CEO of a multi-billion dollar conglomerate rust in a landfill for two quarters, while encouragingly mercurian, can lead to cutbacks and death squads should said CEO ever find a way to be rebooted.  For months, no one has seen legitimate SWAT world champion, Vile Vince Viper, right?  Consequences.  The analytical mind of a machine holds no anger, but that cold detachment to sentiment can lead to far more brutal repercussions.}}

"Status update."

Bobbi: They fast tracked some of the jobber matches and are ready for your second appearance, boss.

"Processing."

{{Within the Luchian Inc. dressing room, a tangled mass of cables, tubes, wires and pipes all merge into a large titanium pod.  A skeleton crew monitors a mass of scanners, gear that makes beeping noises, and technical equipment both intimidatingly scientific and expensive looking.  Not a half bad set-up for a last minute mystery man.  There is so much activity in the room, that the videographer can hardly keep up.  Shifting pans seem to catch a number of celebrated wrestlers, reviewing footage of the first round contest, looking for ways to improve their new benefactor.  Before you can visually confirm that Adrian Tanner is very much alive and working a corporate gig, the image zooms in on the pod.  It appears to be a sensory deprivation chamber, except for a smal window, out of which The Industrial Man watches a number of screens - reviewing all the events that happened in his absence.  All the suffering he could have stopped.  Floods.  Fires.  Earthquakes.  Natural disasters.  Nature left unchecked, without Attila Balan's robotic gaze around to guard against the physical world.  The appearance of Balan in the promo, broadcast outside in the arena, draws a massive pop from the crowd which can be heard in this backstage area if not the chamber.}} 

{{Mother Nature has taken advantage of his absence.}}

{{Trees that didn't need to be planted.  Rising waters that could have been bottled.  Buildings razed, when they could have been made out of stronger materials with cheaper labour.}}

{{Revised foundations.}}

{{Attila Balan opens his optical receptacles.}}

"Processed."

{{For all his Mussolini aspirations, Joe has a hard time keeping schedules.  This is unfortunate.  As he is still a better general manager than The Industrial Man's first victim of the evening.  Redundancy.  Steam shoots out of the sides of the pod, as it starts to transform.  The top sliding into itself, while cylinders move around inside the contraption, forming a chair as they partially bring the robot out of his rejuvenating pink sludge, into the room's air.  Oxygen.  If only his employees weren't human.  Their reliance on the natural world is a source of constant irritation.  Clearly nude, the chamber only pushes up the top half of his frame, with the lower extremities still concealed within the metallic pod.  At his reappearance, a pit crew charge to start swapping out parts.  The buzzing sound of buffing devices, as the crew work over the titanium plates on his arms, can be a nuisance... but The Industrial Man prefers to multitask.}}

AB: Given all the resources that were implemented for its improvement, it is illogical that it still continues to operate in this manner.

Bobbi: Its amazing they didn't go out of business, boss.

AB: Despite quality control issues and the substandard 12% approval rating, could the Brewster failure still have a higher functioning central organ than the Pesci knockoff?

Bobbi: Sure boss.  It doesn't take a genius to outthink that clown.  We have smarter rats back at the lab.  Even the ones that haven't been experimented on are sharper.

AB: His continued employment is perplexing, as is his ability to continue to breathe.  Possible muscle recall?  Not natural.  Almost endearing as a crime against nature.  Have legal draw up the necessary documentation for him to donate his body to our research and development department.  The knockoff should agree to terms of dissection at five hundred monetary units.

Bobbi: On it bo---

AB: INTRUDER ALERT.

Bobbi <turning to the camera>: Oh, that's SWAT - they were hoping you could give them some thoughts on coming back, and your upcoming opponents.  They've already started promoting your return on social media.

AB: Affirmative.  Entering promotional video mode.

{{There is a shrill humming sound as the pod further opens.  The health restoration device spills pink sludge, black oil, and thick blue liquids against the concrete floor.  To look at his frame, you wouldn't know that Attila Balan had spent the last half year in a pile of rusty scrap metal.  Bobbi quickly to throws a towel around the waist of the shiny Balan.  Even though his frame is at peak operation, and rather nice to look at, Attila Balan would not want to be seen in any form that could promote the natural world.}}

AB: Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition.  For one point eight annual measurements of time, this unit, and its ward, Buster Friendly, championed your cause as the best and the brightest wrestling company in the world.  Our efforts were in vain, and when the team known as Funny Business came into trouble, we were deemed obsolete.  Your loyalty was very human.  Shortly after our departure, the company restructured, merging its male and female regions to disaster effects, and after running off the majority of its fanbase, rebranded again, no longer a governing body but falling under another governing body in the XHF.  Management changes have seen considerable less intergender wrestling, despite a roster that lacks the depth to support either division.  In the short increment of time since I left, SWAT has become irredeemable broken.

{{The cheers from out in the arena where this continues to be broadcast continue to reverberate around the backstage area, despite the heelish honesty with which The Industrial Man conducts himself.}}

AB: Joining the XHF creates a new set of political problems for the already troubled federation.  The XHF are hosting a substantial royal rumble at the moment, with all their affiliates making appearances.  Due to timing logistics and delays finalizing paperwork when SWAT was received in, it has no representation in this event.  You are part, but are you part?  It will be a number of months before a SWAT wrestler mixes it up with another XHF member, and makes the satellite status official.  It relieves pressure on SWAT's hosts.  With its new status, can Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition be trusted to win a major company event and maintain its commitment?  This unit placed its trust in SWAT and ended up in a waste removal facility.  So the XHF has a little more time to measure the quality of SWAT's character before it puts anything on the line.  SWAT on the other hand, in a show of good faith, has gone all in.  Outside participation in the Anzac Cup was encouraged.  Anyone can join.  They are unconcerned with standards of quality.

{{An image of Hell's Bouncer appears on Balan's monitor.}}

AB: There was always a 0.0007 percent chance that SWAT would become so desperate that Henry Brown could be made into champion.  This unit had run the simulations.  It was aware of the statistical probability.  Even if Tum was the superior performer and human being, politics could sway in Brown's favour.  Better that the federation joined this unit on the scrap heap than allow it to tarnish its legacy, but if Paul Soutter wants to have his brand identified with HB.  Its his history that is becoming irredeemable.  Much like a mentally deficient general manager attempting to imitate movie stars of the 1980s to be considered hip, this unit cannot fault HB for desperately continuing with a federation so pathetic it would put him in a position to pick up gold...

{{Audience is still cheering loudly, hard to hate a guy for saying what we're all thinking.}}

AB: Fault can be found with his memory banks.  Bobbi, please read the prepared statement that clarifies Brown's position...

Bobbi: "Henry Brown, you claim that you ran the Industrial Man and Beelzebozo out of SWAT.  You didn't wrestle either man.  When they left, Vile Vince Viper made a JOKE that he forced them to watch your promos which were so INCREDIBLY BAD that they never wanted to be seen in SWAT again.  It is true that your promos suck, your wrestling sucks, and you being involved in SWAT makes most decent performers think twice about appearing here - none of the men you brag about beating had anything to do your being tough or even good,
Brown you are a fucking {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore}."


{{Seriously.}}

{{And be glad of the three guys who came up with that joke, only the face character is around to explain it to you, Hodor.}}

AB: Thank you Bobbi.  With the advances that Luchian has made in the medical industry, it may even be possible for that message to penetrate Brown's thick, slopping, cro-magnum skull.  Perhaps a ploy on the part of management to entice this unit and its partner into returning.  Using Henry Brown's under developed brain in an insulting scheme to coax us into confrontation.  Commendable.  Unfortunately, ill conceived.  Had this unit come into conflict with Henry Brown, Hell's Bouncer would have been euthanized in a way that should have been considered in fetal stages.  Likewise Hell's Bouncer's partner, Soutter, would have experienced a second near death experience at this unit's hands of steel.

Based on the brackets, that reckoning would have required the team of Brown and Soutter to make it to the finals.  Which would be statistically even more difficult than Brown having a respectable run with a championship belt.

So having planted the seeds for Henry Brown to run his mouth like a person of limited intelligence, and a weak grasp on reality, Soutter manages to get one top star to return for revenge.  That revenge needs to be dragged out.  So on top of making himself a target, which you were Soutter, you then remove Henry from the tournament equation.  If this unit wants to silence the mentally handicap champion, he has to stay around after the tournament is complete.

Fortunately - for this unit - it does not take said slights, personally.

{{A hush finally falls over the crowd.}}

AB: With Henry Brown and Paul Soutter no longer in the tournament, this unit has to reprogram its parameters for personal success. 

Returning to the XHF.  SWAT cannot compete in its rumble, but the XHF can appear in the Anzac Cup.  There is still mistrust within the organization.  Can a federation that put a title belt on Henry Brown be trusted to do right by The Nihilists or recognize the clear superiority of Bobby Barratt?  Dylan Viper SHOULD make the finals - but will the referees give SWAT's home growns fast counts?

In short, can an outside wrestler win this event?

{{You could hear a pin drop.}}

AB: THAT is why this unit is here.

Welcome back?  Negative.

You have next Battleground to get revenge on HB and Soutter!  Negative.

This unit is here to ASSIST SWAT...

ONE.  LAST.  TIME.

By welcoming them into the XHF.

Showing the Hyperions, The Seth Dillingers, The Mavericks, The Senor Vinnies, every competitive wrestler from Ascension and Anonymous to Riot Star and Sakata - that SWAT can be competitive with them on an even playing field, and those representatives from outside organizations can still win AS GUESTS on their own merits.

Events that welcome outsiders, CAN BE WON by outsiders.

<beat> This unit is here as an outsider.

While management might have nocturnal emissions in their sleep over a Chianti and BroCode finals...

{{Called it.}}

AB: This unit - and partner - will prevent that desired result.

While you can appreciate Radu Matei as a new contender under contract, this unit will cease operations in SWAT.  Despite being a limited engagement, this unit's one night only contract WILL not effect results, which is just what was being offered to your new XHF family.

Taking your base human desires out of it, and offering a technically superior moral compass.

This unit did not think you needed it, but our expectations have been continuously dashed.

{{You folks really let Balan down.  The audience is ashamed of themselves.}}

AB: Returning to the tournament.  In the next round, Risky Business faces former Anzac Cup winners, The Fairtex Siblings.  For those unaware of the Anzac's history, the Fairtex are to one night tag tournaments, what Hell's Bouncer is to the world title.  While this unit does not believe in luck, these former champions continue to defy expectations.

{{The crowd start cheering again.  Attila Balan might be the face heel of the tournament, but talking shit about the Fairtexes reminds everyone why the robot is the most popular performer in SWAT.  Fuck you, Fairtex.}}

AB: Henry Brown the Tag Team - you too enjoy creating revisionist histories around performers who aren't around to defend themselves.  Better Than Sex cheated you out of victory last year?  Better Than Sex put on the match of the tournament against this unit and its partner, in Funny Business.  A quarter final that SHOULD have been the finals.  After an almost hour broadway against superior competition, they still went on to convincingly thrash you two, without perspiring. No one holds them in lower esteem than my data banks, but for you to cast dispersions on their memory, insults the teams they defeated to win.  Teams you could not beat.

Radu Matei is no Buster Friendly, but for my purposes, we will end your tournament.

This shall allow you to continue the narrative of only suffering defeat when cheated against, like the poor sports, pathetic wrestlers, and sore losers that you are.

Fairtex has more excuses than they have holds, and according to their self serving biographies, they have thousands of holds.  Did your faux legend patriarch responsible for your inability to accept defeat graciously?  Did he teach you to become...

Bobbi: Bitches.

AB: Canines. <monitoring some more footage of Tong> Your behaviour dishonours the legacy you pretend he has achieved.

Tong.  We have some shared history in the ring.  You were my first international title defence.  Owing to outside interference, this unit was not allowed to completely dominate you in the manner you deserve.  Shall we correct this historical inaccuracy?

While this unit is unable to register emotions, it has little doubt that it would be a supreme pleasure to dislocate your jaw in a way that prevented you from complaining about defeat.

In conclusion, this unit is a robot, yet your speech is more stiff and unnatural.

{{Burn.}}

AB: You threw me away SWAT, but like a phoenix with two years left on its manufactory warranty - The Industrial Man has returned.

Please see inclosed instructions for further details...

Handle with care, 

Otherwise this LIMITED ENGAGEMENT may result in your grievous bodily harm.

Luchian Inc. can not be held responsible for burns, mutilations, electrocution or loss of life as the result of improper handling.

Handle with care...

...and CONGRATULATIONS on hosting This Industrial Man unit at your event.

{{On that mic drop, the wonderful mechanical man who is a friend to all but hates nature, waves back his pit crew who start readying him for the upcoming bloodbath with all the meticulous precision of a Formula 1 race team.  The crowd continue to cheer - Fairtex is SCREWED.  You all are.}}

{{FADE OUT.}}



"F E A R

T H E

I N D U S T R I A L

M A N"

[radu]

#I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe#
#Boy check the resume, it's risky business in the A#
#I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe#
#Boy check the resume, it's risky business in the A#
#In the A, in the A, in the A, in the A, uh#
#A, in the A, in the A, in the A, uh#
#A, in the A, in the A, in the A, uh#
#A, in the A, in the A, in the A, uh#



[The gentle, non-threatening, soothing sounds of Big Boi start our scene with warnings of the dire consequences that come with getting up to risky business in the A.  This could be a reference to the dangers of anal sex, but I'm sure we'd all prefer to think of it as the incredibly teaming of "The Industrial Man" Attila Balan with "The Dixie Beast" Radu Matei, in the Anzac Cup.  A stands for Australia, NOT Ass.  Though it is implied enough to make us the sentimental favourites amongst the New Zealand home crowd.]

#In the A#

[High as a kite off of crushing his sworn nemesis Lynn Brewster, as well as being on PCP, Radu Matei is tripping balls in the one place that has no balls.  The Amazon locker room.  See the Amazons took their ball and fucked off to Lesbos, or wherever Amazon's Arena is located.  In the shadow of Olympus?  Amazon's Arena.  Fuck.  Its like dealing with Bronies.  Even in that unpleasant reality I'm still Twinkle Starlight alpha, you basic lickity split fucktards.  Trying not to think of your My Little Pony obsession so he can focus on the task at hand, Radu Matei is just looking to add a little insult to injury, by gloating in the face of the lady GM.  Unfortunately for him, the locker room is a ghost town.  Was that a tumble weed that just blew past, or did Linda La fey shave?]

Radu Matei <wide eyed and very high>: Where are you at Missus Brewster?

[Catching his own reflection in the mirror, Matei spits a stream of tobacco at the image.  One of the many nasty habits he picked up during his forced sabbatical in the south.]

Radu Matei <turning to the camera>: How do you like that?  She talks a big game... but the match finishes, and where does she go?  OH, she'll cut a scathing promo about what a cheater I am on social media... but on the broadcast.... on SWAT TV.... she is quiet as a mouse.  Cat got your tongue, you filthy, diseased, no one finds you attractive and your looks are all you've got going for you, pathetic rodent?  Well Brewster, you cry all you want on facebook, twitter, and instagram... you moan to your supporters about how hard done by you are.  Who cares about addressing the audience?  All the little girls in the crowd whose DREAMS you CRUSHED tonight by not measuring up to the <pinching his fingers together to signify small> bare minimum requirements.  Their voices aren't loud enough to placate your bruised ego.  Be silent children, Brewster needs a minute.  The pay per view, fans, and promotion are all secondary to any "likes" she might get on her various accounts.  Bitching about me might get her four thumbs up icons.  Not just Erica Rich's fake boyfriend accounts, but REAL fans.  How much you pay for those few likes, Brewster? 

TOO BUSY FOR ME... well here I stand, having put you down for the three count! 

How long has it been since a man crawled on you and lived?  Not because you're tough, I'm talking suicide.

<double take> The night is young.

<triple take> ...And its going to be a long one, with me thinking about having laid with you and not taking my own life.  Why not end it all here? <long pause> Because I have a lot to live for? <even longer pause> ...Sure... <searching for a reason, oh, right> ...like revenge.

Well... the first step was tonight.  You were too busy for me Lynn... but I beat you.  You spent months insisting that the AMAZONS were just as good as the SWAT men, if not better.... put the strap on that god awful Henry Brown just to hammer home how inept the men's roster was.... and I beat you.  The Amazon champ put down for the three count.  Might want to vacate that belt, if you have any pride left.  As long as you stand as the standard of excellence, a loser - well, I have just turned your division into a JOKE! <cringe> She go home, or what?

Cameraman Doug: All the female roster were knocked out in the first round...

[...]

[Turning back to his tobacco sauced reflection, Radu puts his fist through the mirror.  Emerging with a fistful of broken glass, the man who would be Anzac Cup champion tosses the fragments at the lightbulbs lining the wall.  There is a POPPING sound as half of them burst.  More glass covers the room.  This is finer and shiner, kind of pretty.  As lights dim, this darker image seems to reflect Matei's mood.]

Radu Matei: I went through a lot of trouble to make the Amazons look like shit... and you're saying they did it to themselves?

Cameraman Doug: Well, the way the brackets worked out didn't help them either - its like they were being fed to the fina-----

Radu Matei <snarl>: HOW CAN I BE THE WORST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO SWAT, IF UNRELATED TO ME, THE MANAGEMENT KEEPS THREATENING TO BLOW THE FEDS FUCKING BRAINS OUT!?! <pointing> I need no help from you!

Cameraman Doug: I'm sure your bad treatment of Ms. Brewster was just as depressing for the Amazons as their poor showing...

Radu Matei <sulking like a child, who has a really sharp piece of glass sticking out of his arm like sword>: You're just saying that because you know I'll cut you like a bitch.

Cameraman Doug: ............no.

Radu Matei: Don't apologize - it shows promising survival instincts. <shoving the glass further in so he can use it as a weapon later> Don't get me wrong kid... even if they want to expose themselves as only offering a little eye candy, I'm still gonna put the final nail in the Amazon.  Incidentally, nail is what I call my genitals. <shaking head> Not a single one got through to the next round?  Christ.  I'm going to have to switch gears from the Amazon title to the world strap...

Cameraman Doug: Frostbite and Soutter seem to be putting in challenges for---

Radu Matei: Who has the best track record since SWAT started back up?  I just beat a champion.  Frostbite has had a run-in and a tag match he needed help to finish... and Soutter?  I already dropped him like the TRASH he is.  When I say I'm the top dog here... don't take the fact that I have their only legit champ of the past three years on my speed dial sway you. 

[Industrial Man FTW~!!!]

Radu Matei: This night started with me taking the Amazon strap down a peg... now I'm going to beat the former Anzac champs.

[Turning back to the broken mirror, Radu seems amused by the dozen reflections of his cold eyes starring back.  A vision not unlike that of an insect.]

Radu Matei: Fairtex.  I like vermin... so we should get along.  My understanding is you won the Anzac Cup, when the hosting region didn't have a tag division, and you were the only guys that regularly "worked the shaft" together.  That sounds fair?  Congratulations on such an AMAZING ACCOMPLISHMENT! <beat> Someone had to win the first one.  So what did you do with the momentum of your victory?  Oh, Tong tried unsuccessfully to ditch his brother and go after singles titles, pissing away his families legacy in a series of title shots that both exposed the one dimensional aspect of SWAT grandfathered ranking system that rewards people for being around versus the merits of their work?  ...And in between trying to convince people you were a half decent singles competitor, Tong, you would slip back into a tag team with your brother whenever it looked like he was going to released for being... well... a bit of a lump.  That shows a lot of heart. <grimace> I hate that in a person.  Along with trying to save your waste of space brother, you also slipped back into the tag ranks whenever your friend Goth was gearing up for singles success.  I guess that makes sense... except, Goth was recently given a shot to end the humiliating embarrassment that is the Bouncer title reign, and he came up short.  How could ANYONE come up short on that?  The answer is clear.  Goth is shit.  As his second bananas... that makes you soft stool.  Its the fibre.

I tell you... Lynn Brewster must have a MASSIVE crush on your whole downs syndrome karate master sideshow not to have axed your contracts.  Certainly explains why Jade has such issues with her.  Lynn is hot for you but won't do anything about it, Jade hates your guts, but has to keep showing up in promos because you seem to think we give a shit about your personal life.

Keeping you on was sweet of Lynn.  Even if you have LITTLE history, and general distain, trust me when I say.... all the regions she put out of business, snapping her fingers like Thanos - and a chin to match - but keeping you losers around shows her hand.  She likes you.  She might even regularly pleasure herself while watching your matches. <gag> She's got some sort of masochistic streak, what do you want me to say?  Well, because she's so GOD DAMNED FOND OF YOU, I guess I'll have to make things a little rougher.

<grin> And if it sounds like I'm grasping at straws to create some backstory to me kicking your asses, its just because I like to entertain... and you two punks make it VERY difficult to make things watchable.

You wrestled YOUR WIVES in the first round... how do the four of you have THAT LITTLE CHEMISTRY?!

I guess your win just shows how you kept them from running away from the marriages in the first place.

Was SWAT that hard up for teams, that your women took valuable slots away from outside opponents?  Or women in the Amazons that aren't embarrassments?  Bring in The Nihilists for us to beat down... hell let local enhancement talent like the O-Z in, since nothing with ovaries apparently stood a chance.

Speaking of ovaries, you two have the balls to call yourselves the Team of the Future?  You've been underachieving for two years since your last tournament win... when is this future you're promised going down?  I've seen SWATs future... its cold and dead, like Brewster's insides... so yeah, maybe you still have a part left to play in this dive's story, but its not got a happy ending.  Team of the Future - good, because despite living in the past, you definitely don't have a future. <shaking with rage> Team of the Future?  WOW!  Its so bright, I'd better wear shades.  Fucking idiots.

And while we're on the subject of dynasties - were you bragging about yours, and comparing yourselves to the Shiros?  Yeah. <dumbstruck that anyone would draw positive comparisons to the Shiros> I can see it. <nods> Its almost like you share the same gene pool.

So you old as fuck masters of a million moves that are the future of tag wrestling and like positively comparing yourself to the biggest joke in wrestling genealogy... you just beat your wives.  <slow clap> The Fairtex boys beat their wives?  GLORY BE!  That's NEW!  This must be the proudest moment in your family history.  Think you can put off going to Disney land in celebration, long enough for me and my partner to put you down like the rabid dogs that you are?

Now you just bore me to TEARS - but my partner... he REALLY doesn't like you.

I guess he considers the unnatural, robotic way you speak to be a slight against artificial intelligence.  I keep trying to tell him that intelligence doesn't get anymore artificial than you two, <smirk> but that just makes it worse.  Like trying to put out a fire with gasoline.  So will your wives be MORE pissed off or LESS pissed off, when you took them out of the Anzac and then failed to get past the second round again?  Kind of makes the whole family look like shit, am I right?  At least if you got farther, they could claim that they would have gotten as far if they hadn't faced you.  Dizzy dames.  So you sleep on couches a lot?  Is that where you practice your kung fu?

[SMASH CUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[Radu Matei wearing a yellow Bruce Lee jumper with one of those scary Tong Fairtex halloween masks that are only distributed at the most insensitive costume stores, standing on a sofa practicing his crane kick.]

Radu Matei: 1009 moves!

TJ Souza <dressed as Phantom>: Jade kick you out of the bedroom again?  Normally you do the kicking.

Radu Matei: ONE THOUSAND AND NINE MOVES!

[SMASH CUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[Back in the Amazon's dressing room, Radu is searching the lockers for personal items he can make dolls out of.  He's kind of creepy.  The scourge of southern wrestling is also drinking absinthe out of a dixie cup that is labelled "Anzac."]

Radu Matei: If they gave out awards for domestic violence, you two would already have a gold cup. <quadruple take> WAIT, YOU ALREADY DO!!! <cringe> That's not cool.  See here you do the bare minimum, while beating your wives and acting like you own the place based on past accomplishments... well I have an Anzac Cup too.  Chin fucking chin.

[Radu downs another forth of absinthe... the night is young.]

Radu Matei: The only difference between your Anzac Cup <pointing> and mine... is that mine provides people with joy, while yours is... <waves them off> a little sad.  And mine has a better shot of being made out of real gold.  So now that I've lost a lot of blood, had a REAL opponent... which I figure based on Brewster OWNING Jade like a bitch, makes my first round tougher than yours... and gotten thoroughly strung out on booze and angel dust... AND HAVE AN ANZAC CUP... chin chin...

[It goes so fast.]

Radu Matei: I figure.... I figure that we now have an EVEN match.  Give you guys a fighting chance... well... not really... but... you know.
 
[Sell the illusion of competition.  There is a flash in his evil eyes that suggest Matei might be in stronger control of his faculties than he lets on.  While acting like he's about to fall over drunk, he sudden licks his lips like he's been waiting for something as Amazon's dressing room door opens.]

Radu Matei <pulling butcher knife out of his tuxedo vest>: Why hel----oh.

[Putting down his Anzac Cup, and hiding the knife, Matei seems disappointed to see his partner's manager.]

Bobbi: Mister Matei your match is up next.  Your reason for being in here?

Radu Matei: I was kind of thinking if the Hired Guns were in intensive care, their spouses might have a hard time focusing...

Bobbi: Such mind games are not required for the boss to win.  Neither are you for that matter.

Radu Matei <dead pan>: Come again?

Bobbi: The boss could win this tournament by himself.  He doesn't require a partner.  He certainly doesn't need a poor substitute for Buster Friendly.

Radu Matei <menacing chuckle>: Little girl, I'm no clown.

Bobbi: Clearly.  Friendly had already carved out a solid reputation when the boss took an interest in his personal betterment. The boss clearly wants to better you as well.  It appears to be a much easier pet project.

Radu Matei <dagger eyed>: ...You seem to think you know me, darling.  But the clown... the snake... whatever past company my partner kept... you... he... SWAT... they don't know me. <hushed, spitting, intensity> They've never seen anything like me.

Bobbi: We expect you at Luchian in five minutes for final instructions.

[The Industrial Man's personal assistant turns to leave... then stops.]

Bobbi: I would strongly encourage you not to touch the Hired Guns.

[Radu checks her out as she exits, then turns back to the camera with an angry smile.]

Radu Matei: Hey Phantom... everything I want to do to <pointing in Bobbi's direction> HER, I'm going to do to YOU.

<licking lips> So lets not make it anymore homoerotic than it has to be.

[Reaching down Matei pulls his dixie "Anzac Cup" back into frame for a cheers before letting the camera fade on his sinister figure.]

[Jimmy Blast "Bro Code"]

( The camera opens somewhere inside of Forsyth Barr Stadium in Auckland, New Zealand. The first round of the Anzac has just completed. Wrestling ICON Jimmy Blast sits alone, thinking about the first round victory. Going through the Blaster's mind is the fact that he didn't perform up to "Bro Code" standards in the opening round. He just phoned in he match, however despite the below standard effort, "Bro Code" was able to advance to the second round. Blast knows that he will have to be on the top of his game to make to the Semi's of this prestigous tourney."Bro Code" faces the team of Withers and Washington, and they looked really good in the first round. "Bro Code" knows that they have to step things up, and that will be no problem in the next round.

The halls of Forsyth Barr stadium are not very well lit. Blast sits alone wearing his Black wrestking tights with his custom made Black wrestling boots. He sits in a folding chair with a towel around his shoulders. The "Dirtiest player in the game" is very relaxed and calm. He is a true professional that knows what is coming down the road. Withers and Washington are aa very formible opponent, but they are indeed a team that "Bro Code' shoud beat rather easiliy. Blair, Steele , and Blast did not rise to the top of this business by beating chumps. They have been in the ring, and defeated some of the best teams in the history of Wrestling. Withers and Washington will be no exception. As the camera crew approaches, Blast begins to address the second round opponents, and the coveted ANZAC Cup )

Jimmy Blast : So once again "Bro Code" shows the world what we are capable of. We walk down the aisle in the first round of the ANZAC Cup. The crowd here in New Zealand is going crazt because they finally get a chance to watch "Bro Code" in action. They get a chance to see the most dominant Tag Team in the world today. Of course they watched the "Bro Code" do what we do best. Kick Ass !!!! Easy Winner, and moving on in the cup to the next round. Did anybody expect anything different? I mean come on people. Paul Blair, Israel Steele, and Jimmy Blast. Together we are unbeatable.

That first round out there tonight was just a warm up. A chance to get things flowing a little bit brother!! Hell we were fighting through a little bit of Jet lag, and still got the three count to move on. The Motor City Machine Guns or whoever that was didn't stand much of a chance out there. They put up a nice fight, but at the end of the day it was "Bro Code" that came out on top. Just as expected. We came into the ANZAC Cup as the favorite, and nothing as changed after the first round. You can count on that. We controlled the match from the opening bell. I don't mean to sound cocky, but what could have been a awesome first round in for most teams, was simply an easy , expected win for "Bro Code". However we can't get caught up in that brother. This tourney keeps on going tonight. We move on to the second round against Withers and Washington. No it's not a law firm form Indianapolis. It is a Tag Team from the United States. They also had an easy first round match with "The Convicts" Yes I said the Convicts. I am not sure how, but they got past past the Felons, and into the second round. Of course this is where their luck runs out. Cuz you see the "Bro Code" isn't a bunch of convicted felons. we are a fine tuned wrestling machine. The best in the world today. Our record speaks for itself.

I guess the best thing to do is to break our opponents down one by one. So I will start of with Mr. Withers. The man from Detroit Michigan. Now who in their right mind would admit to the world that they were from Detroit ? That city has been beat down since the 60's. Nobody wants to live in Detroit. Unless your Kid Rock. Mr. Withers you act like your some kind of bad ass !!! You are the self pro-claimed bast wrestler in the world. I said sef-proclaimed, because you are the only person who believes this. The greatest in the world? What titles have you held to prove this? Go ahead brother, I'll wait. Exactly my point. You have nothing that backs this statement up. So tonight when you step into the ring with "Bro Code', and you get that oh shit feeling when you look across the ring, try not to tremble boy, your fans would be dissapointed. Bottom line is this Withers, we have chosen you as the weakest link. You are the one that we will exploit. You will take the fall for your team.

Then we have Leon Washington. The man who never wanted to be a professional wrestler. Hell brother the erdict is still out on that anyway. Most people who watch you in the ring wonder if indeed you are a professional. You talk about the 1,000 yd stare? you don't need to worry about the 1,00 yard stare, the question us what are you going to do when you are face to face with three of the best to ever put on a pair of tights. What happens when your in the same ring with "Bro Code". We are going to embarrass you so bad that you won't be able to go back to Brooklyn. Maybe if your lucky you can just go hide in the Outback somewhere, and live with the Aboriginis. Here in just a very short time you will be eliminated from the ANZAC Cup. Then you will have the story of a lifetime. You can tell everybody about the time you and Mr. Withers lost to the "Bro Code".

Now if you will excuse me, I have a little bit of statagizing to do before we meet in the second round. Cya in the ring gentlemen.

( The camera fades to black, as the "Legend" Jimmy Blast gets up and walks down the hallway. He is prepared for a battle in the second round of the ANZAC Cup. Time to advance. )

[Deleted]

Boiling Point.

“I did exactly what I was set out to do. I told Lucky Linda that if she crossed paths with me she would meet a Facelift!!! She got what she deserved. As I laugh and try to say this with a straight face. Lucky Linda wasn’t so Lucky after all she was attacked by my wife Avery. Who either made it perfectly clear that she wanted to team with me in The Anzac Cup or she has other intentions. I hadn’t heard from her since the beginning of the cup. So it would seem frivolous to go and talk to her. I would rather just go on to The BarCodes next test. That test was The Chianti.



Joey Morelli was a good man in my view. He always had that spark and wanted to do what was right no matter what. He came to Jennifer Enigma’s fed SEE and became the GM of SEE and always had other put in front of him. The last time I was in SWAT I would like to say i haven’t seen much of him other than his actions in SEE. Right now he seems more focused on The Bro Code which I get. The Bro Code has always been a thorn in my side. There Ego is just way to over the top but at the same time they know how to get the job done when in groups. If they were put in singles matches they would have no idea what is going on and probably end up broken beyond disrepair. Then There is Timeless who has a women in Roxy. Don’t know how that big titted gorgeous blonde bombshell ended up in Timeless arms. The world may never know perhaps she is using her like the Temptress she probably is. Other than that all I know is that her beauty and body is enough for any man’s instrument to rise up, If you catch my drift.”



Maddox was heading to the back locker room area after him and Callum defeated The Irish Rose Bombshells. Maddox and Callum go to their separate locker rooms and when Maddox goes in his he sees none other than Jennifer Enigma sitting on the couch in his locker room with a sadistic stare on her face and then a conversation is struck.



Jennifer Enigma

So I saw your last match it was utterly brilliant. To be quite honest with you Maddox. I didn’t really think you had it in you to win a match with your own wife in it. That was very impressive.



Michael Maddox

Thanks for The compliments Jen but I shall not need them. Like I said before I came back to SWAT for a couple reasons. Just to stay around my wife and the other was to write the wrongs I have done in the past with the company. I am lucky I even have a chance here and this chance will be paved and blood also regret in releasing me.



Jennifer Enigma

So you’re saying this is a vengeance run?



Michael Maddox

Not quite a vengeance run Jen. More or less proving a point. That I can be one of the top stars in SWAT. To prove that I am one of their money makers. Most of all to inflict pain and punishment that we call the whelps of the wrestling industry. You know the guys like Hell’s Bouncer and Dave Brickheart who only get over because that is the best that swat has got. Call me arrogant call me whatever you like. To me it’s confidence . I have never been more confident in my life.



Jennifer Enigma

Interesting way to put. I am going to have to apply more makeup on you for the next round. So let me know when you are ready for that.



Michael Maddox

I will Jennifer, So tell me what really brings you back into the SWAT locker room Jen?



Jennifer Enigma

Just to apply your and Callum’s makeup that is all. Want to come see you boys win this whole thing you know I have always been a fan of you and Callum Morgan this tag team was a match made from the gods and goddesses.



Michael Maddox

That is kind of funny for someone who is in the wiccan religion. But I guess everyone can believe in what they want these days.Religion has no business in the fed world. I know like people that don’t understand my character I will just whine and call them retards. They question my abilities all will be forgotten in the coming night.



Jennifer Enigma

Well you have a big task in the upcoming round against Chianti. Timeless looks to on a roll as well as Joey Morelli upon his return. They are going to be your biggest test yet.



Michael Maddox

Don’t you think I know but at the same token they are going to have their biggest test as of yet as well. And Shall Roxy get involved I will make look more ugly than donkey’s ass. She will become the laughing stock of all the women even more so than Lucky Linda.



Jennifer Enigma

IF you say so Mike you talk a high game but can you really be certain you are going to do all those things?



Michael Maddox

I WILL DO EVERYTHING IN MY POWER TO WIN. TO PROVE MYSELF!!



Jennifer Enigma

How do you plan on doing that if you become over angry, You need to channel your emotions and then attack this is the only way you will be able to defeat Chianti. Callum knows this as well. Channel That anger Michael Maddox and you can have anything you want. Anything that big heart desires. Just think about it I know you are busy and I will let you be for the time being Come back when the makeup needs to be applied again.



Maddox then slams his fist against the wall putting his fist through it and then speaks.



Michael Maddox

Yeah I will see you soon. I must clear my thoughts.



“I have no idea what Jennifer was driving at as I won many matches in the past due to my anger problems. Was I thinking too hard on this. Then it struck me. Harvest my emotions and combine them to make a balance of them and that should be the best approach of attack. I only know one thing anger though, I am happy that I am married and have a kid but other than that I know I am sick deranged man hell bent on pain and punishment and suffering of others”



Maddox then arrives in the boiler room and stands there thinking to himself he notices the cameras pointing on him and he begins laughing sadistically



Michael Maddox

Let us begin shall we. Let me have a little premonition that Morelli and Timeless are going to be dumb and use the gimmick against me of being a ladies man much like that of Lucky Linda. I will be the first to tell you two will suffer the same fate as Lucky LInda. Including this round with Chanti we have just three rounds to go to become the 2019 Anzac Cup Winners and we will do so by any means necessary. Callum and myself do not care about any feelings we may hurt on the way. That is just The BarCode way of life. We will stalk our pray and feed off their weaknesses. I have found several with both Morelli and Timeless. Timeless is pussy whipped Morelli. Morelli is caught up in past times. He doesn’t even care about his wife and his children the man once told me in back of the SEE Locker Room. Little does he know I really don’t care about him or his family, Nor do I care about that big titted Temptress Timeless has at his side. Let’s be frank here Roxy is the one that pulls Timeless strings. Joey at least isn’t pussy whipped.



Joey Morelli the man on a mission. To be quite honest I do not see what mission you are going after.You see Joey I have respected for what you have done in SWAT for a long time. Now I cannot bare it any longer. You are sitting Here in The Anzac Cup teaming with Timeless to fight on in The Anzac Cup but it seems like you are up Bro Codes ass again and you have no interest in your match against me and Callum Morgan. May it be arrogance probably may it be you are underestimating me and Callum’s ability in the ring. Or is it because you know that you cannot beat us. Like I said whether or not you are in cahoots with Bro Code or not that is uncertain. Everywhere you go you seem like you are on your side and your partner should watch out because Morelli might turn on you. Or will it be you are trying to get the last words in of the match. Will that make you feel more secure about yourself Morelli? What is the truth I am waiting to hear from you. I am waiting to hear all that slander you are good for. I want to hear your verbal premise that you have. I know it’s there. You to busy trying to be a good co owner of SWAT? Is that it? Well no matter this is a wrestling match not a popularity contest for you to be the better of the two co owners. Get your head out of your ass and get into the match. I want to see the best you got. In all honesty you are probably going to make or break your team. The difference between you and me is I have honor. Win or Lose. I don’t make excuses. Once me and Callum win and advance you will see all the truth in my words. So bring it nothing you say or do will render a weakness of mine. When I step in the ring you will know why They Call me The Floridian Psychopath. You better recognize your superior Joey Morelli and do me another favor get your head out of your ass and worry about the match ahead and not your buddies in Bro Code who will soon learn defeat!!



Maddox laughs sadistically. As you can see the heat from the boiler room irradiating off him and sweat is seen dripping down his face. Maddox then whips his hair back and smiles at the cameras. And then speaks once again.



Timeless The one in which I was correct about after seeing your horrific attempt at a promo. I was also right that Roxy has got you by the balls. Get married fuck around with women but one thing you got to learn is not let the bitch control you because if you do it is all downhill for you. Yeah I do trances and other things to get myself psyched up for the matches ahead and yes you to were once a forgotten jobber in the fed ranks. All is the same you will not get inside my head. You think because you have Roxy with you it means you are going to narrowly escape with a win. Yes she is a beautiful specimen of a women. But she is stupid beyond the stereotypical blonde our idiots stature. You lay waste to your female counterpart for telling you your life's story. Yet you know little of my own. What a feeble fuck. Secondly if you knew anything about me you would know that I know what Eric you are talking about and to be honest you talking about him does not affect me at all. He is just a shit stain on society. I am doing my own thing and every week I grow to have less and less respect for him. As far as me be the best of the bottom you are quite wrong. I will prove that you are the best of the bottom by The BarCode taking out Chianti. What will you become once BarCode topples over me huh? HuH? ANSWER ME TIMELESS!! Ah you can’t you are too busy plotting with your with your blonde idiot hag.



Let me give ya a little history lesson for Chianti and Roxylishus. You think you are rich. I started in an orphanage because of my parents being on drugs all the time. I was ashamed of their addictions. When I was placed in a permanent foster home. I set out to become who I am today which is that you do not know. I am world renowned chef. I make more make a wish grants than anyone else in the world and most of my checks I donate to charity. Where you sit there and say you got all the cash in your hands to be a primadonna dictator with tits on the side. You think that makes you all powerful? WELL DO YA? Yeah you can’t answer me because deep down inside all the success you have had has gone to your head which I do not blame you for having you made it to the second round of The Anzac Cup with BarCode Mike Maddox and Callum Morgan. So yeah Chianti can live their fairytale lives but in the end the truth hurts. The truth really is Timeless that Roxylishus is only with you for the money and not love. If you hadn’t have that she would either be by herself fucking in the alleys like the big titted blonde money whore she is. Meanwhile your partner pretends to be this big business man being co owner of SWAT and really in the end he is only in this for BroCode. The other truth is Joey Morelli is a wordsmith in his promos but my success has gotten to his head and made him flabbergasted. He is lost for words. I grow weary of talking about you and your many selfish accomplishments Timeless.



The fact of the matter is this Chianti you have no chance at victory not as fired up as I am. My emotions and feelings will prevail over your money grubbing habits. Timeless how will it feel from going to best of the best to best of the bottom and bottom of the best!!! We are The BAR WE ARE THE BARCODE!! Remember that Because That will Be A Timeless Classic !!!!!!



Maddox begins to leave as He taunts the cameras. Jennifer opens the boiler room door proclaiming it is time to put the makeup on. You can hear sadistic laughter in the background as the cameras fade to the next scene.



#BARCODE!!!!

[edwarddubin0604]

(Team Fairtex are at a television monitor watching Radu Matei's comments shaking their heads as if they just heard the ramblings of a nutcase from an insane asylum as Katie Moss comes up to them.)

Katie Moss: "I guess you already saw Radu Matei's comments."

Tong Fairtex: "yeah we heard what that walking bug trap had to say and he seems to be talking all over the place. First he trashes Hells Bouncer..."

Phantam Fairtex: "Whom everyone knows already."

Tong Fairtex: "Then he talks about the GM, whom he must have some sadistic love interest for since he keeps interrupting her and interfering in her affairs."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah he was watching the Lifetime Movie Channel too much while he was away in the nuthouse."

Tong Fairtex: "Then he talks about Psychotic Goth, who's as sick in the head as he is, but at least he doesn't act or say stupid things like Radu Matei does."

Phantam Fairtex: "He also makes more sense too we might add."

Katie Moss: "He's also targeting you too."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah what else is new. Radu or is it Ragu you seem to really come off sounding like someone who needs a good psychiatrist or at least a good exterminator to defog your bug eaten brain that's in that rotting skull of yours. First off ask your partner Industrial Man Attila Balan where he went off to for several months other than to get a bunch of upgrades. Why not remain in SWAT even igf Lynn Brewster was in charge and not showing any favoritism to anyone. Ask him and see if he doesn't blow any circuits just trying to think up an answer."

Phantam Fairtex: "He'll just say 'I am ORT. Your robot tester for science and minutia....But wait he'll just spout out some bullshit about being in the future again to get repairs or something like that."

Tong Fairtex: "Then there's that bullshit about various regions closing because of her. Newsflash Ragu I'm quite pissed off about SWAT Mid-West closing after one show but guess what bug boy. Lynn wasn't running anything at the time and this was close to a decade ago about the sametime you were committed to that nut farm of yours or is it the roach motel."

Phantam Fairtex: "Damned that was a good one."

Tong Fairtex: "Thanks. Now about the women being eliminated from the tournament. You think your better than they are and you think you could take any one of those teams that were in it. Why don't you try and challenge them sometime and see the results if you have the real guts to do so and without those bus of yours."

Phantam Fairtex: "Now about your personal shots at our wives. You shouldn't be stupid enough to say those things to ones who are dangerous beyond belief. You see Jade moved on to other challenges and she's gotten over her feud with Lynn Brewster. Now you seem so obsessed with Lynn it makes us wonder if you're the one trying to get into bed with her....Oh yeah that would sound more like you than my brother....."

(Tong glares at Phantam who shrugs sheepishly but winces.)

Tong Fairtex: "Truth be told we're more loyal to our wives than you are to your Venus flytrap."


Katie Moss: "He also took a shot at your wrestling pedigree."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah we heard Ragu running his potty worm filled mouth about us. Now you must have been reading into what we said wrong or you needed a translator to really undersatand us. We weren't comparing ourselves to anyone. We were just mentioning the famous dynasty's of wrestling. You see Ragu wrestling is filled with dynasty's just like other professions that have a long standing history of families following in their elder's business. Now if you can't get that through your damn head or that rotting brain of yours I guess you really are screwed up."

Phantam Fairtex: "Moe screwed up than a kid who just had sex."

Katie Moss: "He also trashed your claim that you're the 'Team of the Future.'"

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah get upset, jump around or play ants in your crotch. Frankly we don't freaking care little Ragu since we're one of the only teams that are still one team. How long were you a team....Oh wait you're one of those slapped together teams trying to put something on your Hall of Fame resume."

(Phamtam Fairtex shakes his head in mock sadness.)

Phantam Fairtex: "Oh the shame of it."

Tong Fairtex: "Look at some of the other oddball teams Chianti made up of Alex Turner and Joey Morelli. Oh and Tarrasque and Frostbite whom I know since Tarrasque was in Hardkore World during our father's feud with him and yes I know him quite well. Believe me Frostbite and Tarrasque work quite well. Let's see what you can do against any of them if you get lucky to get past us which we'll make sure you don't get through to the next round."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah but we'll suspect you'll scare the referee with a bunch of worms just to get a quick three count instead of actually winning."

Tong Fairtex: "Now back to the 'Team of the Future' comment. We have no regrets saying that since we know we're the future of tag team wrestling if there's a tag team division again. Though there's always a possibility of a revival we'll be there to prove ourselves to any and all teams that participate....."

Phantam Fairtex: "We're a well oiled tag team wrestling machine. Now about your little jarhead making comments about how Tong supposedly slips into tag team and singles and tag team again. Did you ever remember that professional wrestling involves tag team wrestlers participating in singles matches on various occasions. You didn't remember of even realize that....Yeah we thought so Ragu. Well we were happy to remind you of that and yeah we're ready to step into the ring with you for this second round."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah we know you're tough and we know you have a partner who needs Viagra or whatever those blue pills are to psyche himself up whenever he's running low on his old Energizer Bunny batteries. Well your luck is about to run out and what are the odds of that? Pretty high I suppose or Industrial Man will look into his computer files to pull up an old odds sheet from who knows what era. You see Team Fairtex is the epitome of excellence and we do what we do best and that's wrestle. We're the best there is, was and always will be and if you're not down with it. Then you're not excellent. See you two in the ring. Come on brother."

Phantam Fairtex: "Right with you bruh."

(They leave the area.)

Katie Moss: "Back to you."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

[SWAT Team]

[UFC Remix plays as Tong Fairtex comes to the ringside accompanied by his brother, Phantam Fairtex. They do a brief dance before going to each corner to say a brief prayer before going to their corner jumping up and down slapping their body, chest and face glaring as they are introduced.]

Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a second round Anzac Cup match!!! Introducing first, the 2017 Anzac Cup winners, hailing from Bangkok, Thailand and coming in at a combined weight of 470 lbs .... TONG AND PHANTAM FAIRTEX ... TEAM FAIRTEX!!!

Frank Salazar : And introducing their opponents ... coming in at a combined weight of 479 lbs .... RADU MATIE!!!! (the crowd boo’s) and .... THE INDUSTRIAL MAN!!!! ATILLA BALAN!!!! (Crowd goes wild) RISKY BUSINESS!!!!

[The house lights fade, leaving the arena in darkness.]

[Riz Ortolani's haunting theme music to the film Cannibal Holocaust begins to play over the PA system.]

[Purple spotlights search through the crowd, building a sense of dread. The audience boo for the next participant, because he repulses them, but more so they aren't left alone with their thoughts. The erratic movement of the lights start to circle closer together before eventually, the perfect circles of light connect into the body of a large centipede. The visual representation of the insect stalks over the crowd, before racing towards the entranceway. Hitting the black curtains, the purple lights seem to double up, and fold into themselves.]

[Rough hands swatting aside the curtain, the five-time SWAT Dixieland champion pushes his way out into the arena. Its been a while since he had an audience like this. Rather than appreciate the change in pace, he seems to shake with rage, channeling it down towards the ring. Clenching his fists, Radu Matei starts to stalk down the aisle in sync with the music. The audience throws stuff, and generally let him know that his presence isn't appreciated... but they also keep their distance. Anyone who leans over the railing gets slashed by the box cutters he hides in his suit. Some are still stupid enough to see blood, but the majority vocalize their hatred out of arms' reach. Cowards that they are.]

[Approaching ringside, Radu lifts under the curtain to pull out a large box. Patting it, he smiles, before turning his venom back to the ring.]

[The house lights cut out leaving the arena in darkness as "Strict Machine" by Goldfrapp starts to pump over the PA System. Yellow sparks blast down on the entranceway giving the audience of a flash of Attila Balan. As the embers burn out all that remains is the audiences approval and the hundred tiny glowing lights attached to the Industrial Man's leather jacket. These lights reflect in his ray ban shades giving him an otherworldly appearance in the dark. Balan marches down the aisle at a methodical pace, in sync with the music. Entering the ring, Industrial Man throws off his jacket for another round of yellow pyro, before the lights come back on.]

Jeremy Tucker : Second Round under way, and its Risky Business squaring off with The Fairtex Dynasty!

Andrew Fulton : Dynasty?

Jeremy Tucker : They are a Dynasty Fulton.

Andrew Fulton : Like The Carringtons? And Joan Collins?

Jeremy Tucker : Who? Who did they wrestle for?

Andrew Fulton : Good one Jerry, you had all the VHS tapes at your place when i was free loading in your basement.

Jeremy Tucker : Ref calls for the bell and its Balan and Phantam starting things off. Collar and elbow tie up, Phantam goes to whip Balan to the ropes but the robot doesn’t budge.

Andrew Fulton : Balan then reverses and whips Phantam to the ropes and delivers a back body drop.

Jeremy Tucker : NO! Phantam flips with it and lands on his feet, then crunches Balan with a Back Stabber! The crowd oohhhh, and Phantam tags in his brother Tong and they execute a double drop kick on Balan, then a double hip toss, Tong lifts his own brother Phantam up in a gorilla press, then Radu runs in the ring, and Tong launches Phantam at him, and Phantam flying body press on Radu!

Andrew Fulton : Fairtex brothers starting hot, Tong with knee drop to Balan.

Jeremy Tucker : Balan grabs a hold of Tongs ankle, and Radu with a running knee strike to Tong! The ref ushers Radu out, but its too late, Balan back on his feet and on the offense, and he lifts up Tong and starts spinning him around in the giant swing! 20 times!!!!

Andrew Fulton : I feel dizzy just watching Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Balan hits Tong with a reverse atomic drop, tags in Radu and then plants Tong with a double underhook powerbomb.

Andrew Fulton : Phantam runs in to help, but the ref ushers him out, and Radu starts biting Tong. I like Radu, he is an animal!

Jeremy Tucker : Matei with a spinning drop toe hold.

Andrew Fulton : Tong rolls out of it, kips up to his feet, hooks Radu up for a vertical suplex and delivers a desperation crotch drop onto the top turnbuckle on Radu, then tags in Phantam.

Jeremy Tucker : Phantam with a rolling senton into the ring, and then Balan runs in but Phantam rolls to his feet and delivers a devastating Gore to The Industrial Man!

Andrew Fulton : WHAM! Radu with a low blow to Phantam! Phantam is clinging to his plumbs! No love for Jade tonight! At least not from him, (does the universal ph to his ear motion) Call me.

Jeremy Tucker : Shut up! Tilt a whirl back breaker on Phantam by Radu! Matei then tags in the Industrial Man, and the crowd explode, its strange Fulton, they hate Radu but love Balan.

Andrew Fulton : He is the most popular wrestler in SWAT since Adrian Tanner Jr!

Jeremy Tucker : But he associates with scum. First Beelzebozo, now Matei.

Andrew Fulton : Handspring Acebreaker from Balan. He tries to better them Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : He is anti SWAT, you heard his interview, he holds deep resentment towards this company and its efforts to re climb the ladder.

Andrew Fulton : Who doesn’t? Firemans Carry Brainbuster by Balan!

Jeremy Tucker : Balan makes the cover on Phantam .........

One ....................

Two ............. Tong breaks the count.

Andrew Fulton : Ref admonishes Tong and sends him back out and Radu runs in and hits a running thrust kick to the head.

Jeremy Tucker : Radu then slides out of the ring, digs into his bag and pulls out a poster, it is of Nascar Driver Jeff Gordon. He holds the poster up to the fans then pulls out a lighter and burns it, and the New Zealand crowd couldn’t car less, they don’t even know who Gordon is!

Andrew Fulton : An old trick of Matei’s from his days in the south in Dixie, doesn’t seem to translate here, and it is infuriating to Radu, he grabs Tong from the apron fuming, and DDTs him into the flaming poster.

Jeremy Tucker : Phantam springboard plancha’s off the top to the outside and takes Radu OUT! Balan reaches down over the ropes and extends his arm, an awful long way, then hauls Tong into the ring!

Andrew Fulton : How did he reach that far?

Jeremy Tucker : Tong goes for a Muy Thai kick, Balan blocks it. Tong goes for a knife edge chop, Balan blocks it.

Andrew Fulton : Tong goes for a double ax handle, Balan blocks it! Balan can see all the moves coming!

Jeremy Tucker : Tong goes for a spear, Balan see’s it coming and leap frogs.

Andrew Fulton : Tong runs into the turnbuckle, and is irate!

Jeremy Tucker : Tong goes for a Russian sickle! No! Balan blocks it! He has memorized the Fairtex extensive move list, then he explodes and almost takes Tong’s head off with a devastating lariat!

Andrew Fulton : Phantam and Radu are duking it out on the outside, Balan signals its over.

Jeremy Tucker : JUMPING KNEE LIFT TO THE HEAD OF TONG!!! CWM SPECIAL!!! Balan then hits a Belly to Belly suplex, and covers Tong ......

ONE .....................

TWO ....................

THREE!!!

Andrew Fulton : BALAN WINS!!! RISKY BUSINESS WIN!!!

Jeremy Tucker : On the outside, Radu pulls out a fistful of poison caterpillars and shoves them into Phantom's face. I-Man buries a knee into Tong's stomach, before POWERBOMBING him over the top rope to the concrete floor. Risky Business continue to get a mixed reaction, with Radu getting even more heat drawing comparisons to the hated Beelzebozo as he stands next to the beloved Balan

Frank Salazar : WINNERS OF THE MATCH AND ADVANCING TO THE SEMI FINALS .... THE INDUSTRIAL MAN, ATILLA BALAN AND RADU MATEI!!! RISKY BUSINESS!!!!

[paulblair]

[ Narrator: Not again? Have you not learned anything? Paul Blair is a disease. The more times you come here to visit him, the more likely you are to catch the insanity that is BlairVision. But if you aren't going to listen to me, then I am through attempting to help you. Blair is in the other room by himself, probably hanging out with his imaginary friends.

Narrator stops talking and the camera crew walks on in. The crew walks in and Blair is hanging with himself watching some tape. He sees the camera and starts acting tough. He holds up his SEE Transylvania Championship. Blair has a cocky smile on his face as the camera crew sets up ]

Blair: How is it going again to everyone in the Anzac Cup? Did you miss me? Here I am again, better than I was last year if that's even possible. This time I have a way better team than I did with old what's his face. Do you think the people love me? I mean they definitely remember that Bro Code was screwed last year - and by Bro Code I mean myself. I was simply screwed out of the tag titles in this tourney but that is because I came in with a weak link. I came in with a loser who had no business calling himself my "Bro" - but since that tournament last year, well let's just say that I took care of what needed to be done and re-invented the phrase Bro Code.

[ Blair has a smile across his face. He holds up the SEE Transylvania Championship again ]

Blair: What's this here? Oh nothing, just a little gold. Something that I would not have if I was still busy caring around a no name nitwit like I did last year, but enough about dead weight, enough about days gone past. Let's talk about right here and right now, and what the Bro Code has in front of them.

This year we walked in determined to bring that Anzac Cup home to the Bro Code. So who did I bring with me? Oh just two of the greatest tag partners that I have ever had. We start with Jimmy Blast - oh Jimmy and myself go way back. We have fought over titles before and we have fought for the sheer excitement and pride of being the best. Sometimes Paul Blair had the upper hand and sometimes Jimmy Blast did. But you know what? None of that matters now. It's not about the 22 times Paul Blair has held World Titles or the Hall of Fames that Jimmy and myself hold. It is not about the fact that we have literally done it all between the two of us. Oh no, the only thing that matters is in the second round, our opponents may have to face Paul Blair and Jimmy Blast and that's something that no man or team wants to think about. But what if it's Paul Blair and "Real Deal" Israel Steele? well then that means that you would have to face a team that is just head and shoulders above everyone too. Israel is the "Real Deal" that is for sure. I brought him in to show off the young side of the Bro Code. He can destroy everyone. What he lacks in experience, he more than makes up for in Raw strength and he and I have shown the world that we can be a dominant force when we put our minds to it.

[ Blair takes a sip of his water ]

Blair: But what if in round 2, the Ruler is not in there? Well then you have the "Real Deal" Israel Steele and Jimmy Blast and that team ladies and gentlemen can destroy anyone and anything that gets in their path. So the question isn't how will we handle the bright lights of this Cup. Oh no, it's who will be in the ring and making its way past the team of Alex Withers and Leon Washington. It's not a question of will we get it done but how long will it take. Make no mistake, Withers and Washington do not know what they have gotten themselves into. This isn't some no name team named the Convicts like you faced in round 1. Oh no. You will need to bring your A game if you want to even survive being in another match after the Bro Code destroy you.

[ Blair looks over at the TV, where he has been watching some highlights of their opponents from round one. ]

Blair: Make no mistake boys, the Bro Code will not underestimate you. You made quick work of some no name talent and you looked quite impressive in doing it. I have even heard people around here say that you will give us a much tougher test than what we faced in round 1. Well I say to that, I damn well hope so because if not, you wouldn't even be worth my time to even show up. This isn't going to be a walk in the park for either team, that much is true but gentlemen the better team will most definitely win this one when it is all said and done.

[ Blair pauses the tape for a second ]

Blair: So let's talk about you boys. We have the team of Alex Withers and Leon Washington. Paul Blair will give the devil his due, two very impressive stories.

[ Just then, Paul is interrupted by his associates. Two men with very different appearances. The first a thin, tall man with a vendor's outfit. The second is almost the complete opposite. He is short and round. They come up to Blair out of nowhere ]

Man 1: Sorry Mr. Blair but we just had to tell you -

Man 2: Hey let me tell him. Mr. Buh-lair you will never believe it.

[ Blair does not look too excited to be interrupted ]

Blair: What is it? How about you tell me Earl?

[ Earl the Taco Selling Guy looks over at the second man and scoffs ]

Earl: Well we were just going to tell you we found some of Alex Withers and Leon Washington's biggest fans right here in New Zealand. Isn’t' that right 'Mo?

[ The other man who has a mop in his left hand, gives Earl a slap. ]

Elmo: Yeah Mr. Buh-lair. It was the strangest thing. We were just walking around and both Earl and myself looked over and there they were. The most impressive display of fans for Withers and Washington we have seen this entire week. We were so amazed that they even had fans that we had to take a video of it.

Earl: Oh yeah, that's right. Come with us, we have it set up in the other room.

[ Camera fades for a moment and when we return, we are in a different room. There are theatre seats all around. Earl, Elmo, and Blair all sit down and on the big screen appears to be the video that Earl and Elmo promised. Blair tells them to play it in a moment. ]

Blair: So you felt the need to interrupt my promo time to show the world the biggest fans of Alex Withers and Leon Washington? Did I get this right?

Earl: They are just so impressive, we thought you would want to see it.

Elmo: That's right Mr. Buh-lair. It's very inspiring.

Blair: You couldn't have found fans of say Blair, Blast and Steele?

Elmo: We would be showing you non stop videos Mr. Buh-lair if we showed you that.

[ Blair nods in approval ]

Blair: Well that is true. So let me get this straight. This is going to show me something that will help us win?

Earl: Indeed. This is going to make everything completely make sense.

Blair: Ok. Let's do it. Hit play.

[ Earl hits the play button. ]

Earl: Here you go.

[ In the back ground appears to be a parade outside of the arena where the Anzac Cup has been taking place. There are people lined up watching that appear to be rooting for all of the different tag teams. The camera pans in on 2 fans in particular. These fans are dressed up in clown costumes and they are high fiving anyone who walks around them. Earl can be heard talking to Elmo on the video ]

Earl: 'Mo do you think those 2 clowns over there are rooting for one of the tag teams in the Anzac Cup?

Elmo: I am sure they are Earl. Let's see if we can find out who.

[ Video gets closer and the two clowns face in the opposite direction and on the back of their jerseys, are names. As the camera pans in, the first one has the name Withers and the other has Washington. The two men can be heard laughing ]

Blair: Stop it.

[ The video stops and it goes back to Earl, Elmo and Blair. Blair is just staring at them in disbelief ]

Blair: What on earth was that?

Earl: That was Withers and Washington's biggest fans.

Elmo: Yeah Mr. Buh-lair. Their biggest fans.

Blair: I don't even know what to say. You two are completely insane.

[ Smiles appear on both Earl and Elmo ]

Blair: I am serious. You have wasted so much of my time. I only have so much time that I want to spend with this camera crew and I can't get this time back that you just cost us. How do we even know they were fans, other than they were wearing jerseys with the last names of my opponents.

[ Earl seems confused ]

Earl: They were clowns and they had Withers and Washington on their jerseys Mr. Blair. Obviously if you are a fan of those two, you are a clown. Do you get it? Right, 'Mo?

Elmo: That's right. Only clowns would root for them. If you are going to root for Bro Code, no clowns allowed.

Blair: After people see you two, I am not sure most would agree. But we do need to move on.

[ The video is taken out, Earl and Elmo both leave with smiles on their faces. Blair just shakes his head. ]

Blair: So where was I before that clown video? Oh yeah I was about to start talking about the men those clowns cheer for. Withers and washington, you two are in for surprise of a life time. You can come out here and claim all these things. Hell I have done that myself. But then again, I am a 23 time World Champion - so I can do it.

[ Narrator: Let me pause this video. What did I tell you? Blair doesn't even know how many World Titles he has held. He said 22 earlier. The man and all of his associates that he has around him are what is wrong with this world. Someone please stop them. Ok continue ]

Blair: But boys you are no Paul Blair. In fact, there is a saying that goes like this, you must "Be Fair to Blair" and if you think you can beat the Bro Code, well that's not Fair to Blair and if you aren't Fair to Blair, then you must be stopped. Or something like that. I was never really good with those sayings.

[ Blair stops to think about it for a second ]

Blair: So I am going to end this here shortly. Withers and washington, I have seen some of your work and I must say that I am d with some of it. Do not think for one second that the Bro Code is going to over look either of you because we won't. That is not how we have gotten where we are today. But don't think for one second either that we are going to come in there ready to back away from you either. That's just not how we were made. We are going to come out there and show the world what we are all about - and then we will let the results speak for themselves. Are you kidding me? You are going to ruin my air time? You have your own don't you? Oh wait, you haven't done anything yet to talk about us.

[ Blair is looking around and sees something across the room. He walks over, cameras can not see anything but he seems to ]

Blair: You want to ruin my time. How about I ruin yours.

[ Just then it is obvious to any Blair fan what is happening. There is suddenly visible card board cutouts that appear out of nowhere. One has Alex Withers on it and the other has Leon Washington. ]

Blair: Alright Withers. Here you go.

[ Blair leans in and drills the Alex Withers cutout with his finisher, the Blairkick and the cutout goes flying across the room. Blair then looks back at the other cutout ]

Blair: What did you say? Did you say, is that all you got? How about if I do this.

[ Blair drills an even bigger Blairkick to the Leon washington Cutout and it goes flying in the other direction ]

Blair: Alright boys, you want to mess with my air time, that's what you will get. See you in round 2.

[ Camera fades with Blair stepping over the cardboard cutouts. ]

[alexwithers]

Back in the locker room Alex Withers was keeping himself warm for the rest of the tournament, taking shots at the heavy bag the former XHW Undisputed Champion threw sniper like shots denting the heavy bag with each connection. In the background the beats of Eminem’s ‘Greatest’ matched the tempo with with Withers was striking. A moment later he turned noticing the camera and moved over turning off the iPad. He smirked and shook his head towards the camera, dressed in a pair of track pants and a black under armour hoody.

Alex Withers: Was that it? Is that really want this Anzac Cup is about because believe me if it is I’ll go home grab some bum off the street stick him in my gear and let him bring the cup home. When my agent called me about this tournament I was told it was where I could cement my legacy outside of the XHW. I was told that the Anzac Cup was going to be beamed around the world and winning this would put my on a different level. Earlier on I went in to that ring looking to put on the show that only I can put on, I went to that ring to prove points, to make impacts, to take this tournament and put it on notice. I stood side by side with a future Hall of Famer Leon Washington and we put the letters XHW at the front of everything we did… we went to prove that XHW is, was and forever will be bigger than SWAT and this whole piss hole that you call the XHF Network. So understand this, we went to that ring with all the intentions in the world of putting the Anzac Tournament on the map.

It was just then that the camera focussed in on the XHW fighter, Withers had a look of disgust on his face

Alex Withers: But then we turn up and The Convicted, a tag team that people told me could set the tone for this tournament, well I hope to fuck that’s not the case because my agent is wasting my time. Nah, The Convicted weren’t two dangerous ex-cons they were two prison bitches who couldn’t fight a dime, they were two men that put more effort in to a back story than they did on their ring skills, they were two men that didn’t belong in the same ring as Leon Washington and Alex Withers, they were two men who didn’t deserve to breath the same air as us. And we did what we had to do, we dispatched them, we moved forward, we moved onwards in this tournament that is relevant because we are in it. I mean Jesus H Christ you sure as shit need someone to make this place relevant… you got some Xavier Synn third rate tribute act by the name of Andrew Fulton… yeah that’s right Fulton I know you’re listening but hey, you’re not the biggest problem because then you got Custer’s last stand opening and the show and the fans who have paid a hell of a lot of money to watch this shower are forced to wait to see the ONLY thing that matters and that is Alex freaking Withers. And if you put Joe fucking Pesci anywhere near anything I do then I swear to god I will sue this company for defamation of character.

Withers shook his head and laughed to himself, he dried his sweated brow with a towel and tossed it to one side

Alex Withers: And what’s next… BroCode… no sorry Hashtag BroCode… Really? Wow. Because the only way you can make an impact with a name is by putting a hashtag before it. You noticed that XHW’s finest have come here without a tag team name, we’re two of the best in the business and we don’t need to make up a clever hashtag to show it off, we go to that ring and kick the living monkey piss out of anyone who dares to stand toe to toe with us. You know I didn’t get to watch your match, I was too busy taking a leak but it seems that you got handed some toys to play with… that’s cute, really cute. You had really better hope for your sake that, that doesn’t happen in our match otherwise you’re going to be picking shards of glass, pieces of wood and lord knows what else out of your body for months to come… but what I did see was Israel Steele, crying, in public, on the mic. I understand that you were well on the road to recovery until he saw your shameful display at the end of the match and wait…

Withers presses his finger to his ear and winces

Alex Withers: Yeah… that’s right, I’m getting news he just fucking killed himself. How about that for a fucking hashtag… #IsraelBrokeDadsHeart it’ll be trending worldwide because I said it, you’re little hashtag will be trending barely in your home. Paul Blair, Israel Steele and Jimmy Blast are unbeatable huh? Really… Really Jimminy Cricket, is that seriously what you are trying to tell the world that BroCode is the be all and end all of tag team wrestling, that no matter who you face you can’t be beat? Well fuck me, if I had realised I’d have gone straight home after our last match… hold on a second will you god of tag team wrestling

He holds up his finger and pulls out his cell phone, sending an SMS from his phone he slowly reads what he is sending

Alex Withers: Yo, Leon… quit banging the blonde chick. Get your coat and let’s get the hell out of dodge. Just watched a Jimmy Blast promo and I don’t think there is any point in us turning up. They are quote ‘unbeatable’. AW and send

Withers breaths a mock sigh of relief as he tosses his phone to one side.

Alex Withers: Well thank the holy god for that, if you hadn’t have sent me that warning then I may have just gone to that ring and had to embarrass you and your little brotherhood in front of millions upon millions of wrestling fans. You see when you go out there calling yourself unbeatable you set a standard, you set the tone and believe me Cheech.. you drop the ball, you fall below that standard then you are left with nothing… Hold on a second, think I may just need to go back to Leon…

Withers quickly grabbed the phone and quickly sent another SMS

Alex Withers: Actually dude, bang away… we’ll kick the living piss out of them as predicted send

Withers scoffed and shook his head

Alex Withers: Like I was saying assbandits like you are a dime a dozen, we’ve had them come in to the XHW and realise that they are out of their depth and then watch as they hit the road Jack. Time and time again people who have had success in the backyards reach for the brass ring, they reach for the glass ceiling and realise that there is a glass ceiling in place to stop the pissants like you from making a fool of themselves. Unbeatable? nah, very beatable… And I am going to take a hell of a lot of pleasure in proving it to you. You see you’re talking and you’re talking and talking until frankly half of the people in New Zealand have left this piss pot country to emigrate to somewhere that doesn’t resemble Middle Earth, and the best you seem to be able to come up with is that I was brought up in Detroit… Ric Flair standard promo there dude, I mean seriously Cactus Jack would have been proud of that line… oh wait, nope… that must have been the drinks break promo that those people have been waiting for. See Detroit is a piss hole, it is a beat down, dead beat city where nothing has happened in decades… but you see you survive there, you make yourself from nothing in to the icon that I am and you’ve done a hell of a lot more than any of you douchebags have ever done. You want me to list my title reigns, here is a piece of advice chump… head to Google, type in the three letters that matter XHW and click the link and you will see that there is one man who has won more titles than you have had hot dinners and that boy is yours truly. And before you run your mouth about XHW, here is my second piece of advice… call me Dr Phil, but come join us, come join the fun and you’ll see there are levels in this sport, XHW and Alex Withers are on an entirely different playing field to BroCode. You know how I know you’re full of horse crap, you said that we were out of luck when we drew you in the second round. Hate to tell you this but Leon Washington has never relied on luck his whole career… and I’ve spent a lifetime winning championships and kicking ass without believing in luck. If you think luck is a factor in this then believe me my friend, you are shit out of it.

Withers smirked, he moved over to a table and downed a two litre bottle of water

Alex Withers: Nothing better than an ice cold water to wake you up huh? And my god SWAT did I need it… see I was in the back, just minding my own business when I thought I’d flick the television on and see what other shower was being sent to the ring when I had the misfortune of tuning it just at the same time as Paul Blair was talking… now I would say cutting a promo but really all he was doing was letting noises come out of his mouth. BlairVision? The SEE Transylvania Championship? What in the blue monkey fuck have you been taking, what in the hell world do you live in because seriously dude, see castle Greyskull is make believe, Count Duckula was a cartoon and nothing you say either makes sense, impressive or scares me. I mean seriously dude what the hell is BlairVision… is that your reasoning for putting up CCTV in the chicks locker room. No, you want us to bring our A-Game and well fuck me that’s the third most ridiculous thing you said… you want our A-Game… two things… Leon Washington and Alex Withers don’t have any other game and the fact that you want it means one of two things… number one, you really have no idea what you’re doing or number two… you’re looking to get the quickest flight out of this hell hole. Either way, congratulations Paul and Jimmy, this is your lucky day because we will get in to that ring, we will do what we do better than anyone else on the planet and you will see what XHW force is all about. We live to fight and we fight to live and believe me fighting is what we do better than anyone… so you want our A-Game, good luck because believe me unlike pieces of cardboard… we do hi…

Withers stops himself and shakes his finger

Alex Withers: Hold the fuck on… seriously, I don’t know who signs the cheques around here anymore and frankly I don’t care as long as I get mine… but who in their right mind let idiots like you in front of a camera and allow you to go full {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} in front of the world. You beat up a cardboard cut-out? A cardboard cut-out, really? Why the hell didn’t you just find your cum stained teddy bear and pretend at least then the world would know you are two little children playing a man’s game… if that is Hall of Fame material where you come from then believe me boys… I aint going where you came from, I got one with kindergarten a hell of a long time ago. Look you two, I’m sure that wherever you came from you’re successful, I’m sure what you do is good enough where you normally fight but in the XHW, in our world, you jerking the curtain, you’re falling short, hell you’re barely standing up. So here is the go home, this is the thing that you need to understand and understand quickly… you’re going in to the ring with a man that has done it all, beaten them all, beaten them all with a ruthless aggression that cannot be stopped. You tore apart cardboard cut-outs, well believe me when I cave your skull in with the Stay Down curb stomp you will realise, what every single wrestler on the face of this planet gets to realise and that is simply that Alex Withers is everything you will never be.

With that Withers forces his knuckles towards the camera and spins smashing his fists once more against the heavy bag

[SWAT Team]

Hey! Here they come with a rum-tee tum they're having a Syndicate parade.
A tin giraffe named Tarrasque with a fife and drum is leading the Swat parade.
A Calum cat in a soldier's hat is waving a British flag fan,
A plastic clown named Timeless in a wedding gown is dancing with Roxylishus Ann.


Fee fie fiddle dee dee they're fucking on the living room floor
Fee fie fiddle dee dee they're up to the dining room door.


They call a halt for a choc'late malt or cookies and lemonade
Then off they go because Roxy is a ho ho ho right back to their shit brigade. -Leave It To Beaver

🇨🇮-Yeeah buddy! Our hero and "Godson of SWAT" Joey Morelli and his Anzac Cup Tag Team Tournament partner "Timeless" Alex Turner picked up a clutch first round win and move on to round #2, where they face off with "Voice of the Voiceless" Calum (with 1 L not 2 btw) Morgan and Michael Maddox who doesn't want us to remember he's married but also a "Ladies Man" at the same time. Too fucking bad. This is a Joey Morelli promo and I say usually what he won't and guess what? That shit works.


Poor Avery McCullen..wait she didn't even take his last name so maybe she has an "open" relationship with her hubby Michael. The Morelli's don't sweat the small stuff- not everybody can be "The IT Couple of Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition"..am I right? Not everybody has a stable family unit..not everybody has morals and values of the old school way much like our fallen ancestors. And most of all not everybody is Italian- too bad for them. 


I'll set the scene up since that's my job description in my contract. Just remember one thing..if I'm saying it you can believe others are thinking the same damn thing, they just don't have the palle (balls) to say so. 


Twin #1 has gotten in trouble at school. He apparently got into a fight with a special needs kid named Ed. Candice has just picked him up and wants Joey "Ward Cleaver" Morelli to have one of his classic father to son talks, that have usually worked in the past. Morelli opens the door of twin #1's room wearing a Nike Air Jordan sweat suit that are the Italian colors with matching shoes.-🇨🇮

Joey Morelli: Hey, son. What happened at school today?


Twin #1: Well, dad. This big fat kid named Ed tried to take over a game me and my friends were playing.


Joey Morelli: What kind of game?


Twin #1: It is a Pokèmon role-playing game. We make our own characters then face off against one another.


Joey Morelli: Ah. I know those type of games. I played them at your age.


Twin #1: Gee, Dad. You had Pokèmon in your day too?


Narrator: Joey laughs at the irony of Twin #1's question.


Joey Morelli: Not quite. But we did, and still do have a pro wrestling roleplaying called "Efedding".


Twin #1: Gee, Dad? Do you think I can play that when I grow up big and strong like you?


Narrator: Dramatic background music begins to play.


Joey Morelli: Of course you can, son. Haven't I told you, you can do anything you set your mind to?


Twins #1: You sure have, Dad. Just like the time machine we built that worked. That was so cool.


Joey Morelli: It sure was, and yes, just like how we built that time machine. What is this kid Ed doing that is getting on everyone's nerves?


Twin #1: He makes like a 1,000 characters and does mediocre roleplays. He tries to have a monopoly on the game.


Narrator: Yep. Sounds like Ed Dubin to me.


Joey Morelli: How can he do that?


Twin #1: Well..first he sucks up to all the staff and head honchos in charge. Then he over pushes his 1,000 characters and tries to take all the Pokèmon cards we play for.


Narrator: Wow..this is getting spooky. Special needs, 1,000 mediocre characters, sucking up to staff, and trying to monopolize all the titles? This kid is definitely related to Ed Dubin.


Joey Morelli: I can see how that might get frustrating but what do I always tell you?


Twin #1: Violence is never the answer.


Joey Morelli: That's right. It settles nothing. Now if someone is picking on you or your brother..that's a different story. This kid.."Special Needs" Ed..is he good enough to win the top prize in this game you are playing?


Twin #1: No. He just collects all the mid cards. He has never gotten the top prize.


Joey Morelli: Let him stroke his own ego. Focus on the big prize he'll NEVER get. 


Twin #1: Okay. I will, Dad.


Joey Morelli: I heard you snapped and couldn't control yourself?


Twin #1: I went super saiyan on him!


Joey Morelli: Super saiyan? What character does that?


Twin #1: That's from a different game, Dad. That's from Dragon Ball Z!


Joey Morelli: Oh, sorry. Hard to keep up.


Twin #1: It's like that big guy you are wrestling in this tournament.


Joey Morelli: Michael Maddox?


Twin #1: Yeah. I snapped like he does every time I see him on t.v.


Joey Morelli: That's just it..that's only for t.v. It's not reality. If you act like that in the real world there are big time consequences. 


Twin #1: I'm sorry, Dad. I let my temper get the best of me.


Narrator: Ain't that some shit? Even a little ass kid like Twin #1 knows that snapping like a loose cannon aka Michael Maddox is not very realistic in the world we live in today. And notice Joey won't break kayfabe for even his own son. Maybe when he's older but for now pro wrestling exists as much as Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. Got to respect that shit.


Joey Morelli: It happens..what's important is that you feel bad. 


Twin #1: Now I know!


Joey Morelli: And knowing is half the battle!


Narrator: Yoooo Joooooe!

Twin #1: I also learned a new word watching promos from the Anzac Cup Tournament.


Joey Morelli: What word is that super son?


Twin #1: Sugar-tits!


Narrator: Hahaha..They probably shouldn't have let the kid watch a Calum Morgan promo. Not the best example of a classy male role model figure. Just because he uses words like "main steady" or "knickers" doesn't mean he can control himself. He obviously has issues. His brother, mother and now in ring buddy all died and fucked him up. He may never be the same. That's where we have the advantage. Maddox saying Joey is more focused on #BroCode than his opponents? What a load of crap. Nice deflection. How about your boy Calum Morgan? He isn't focused on Chianti, most words out of his mouth is directed to the The Three Amigos calling themselves #BroCode. Joey and even "Timeless" are focused on winning this thing and don't care who's shoulders they pin to the mat because it all pays the same. 


Joey Morelli: Twin #1!! You shouldn't be using words like!


Twin #1: But I don't even know what it means, Dad.


Joey Morelli: Then you should especially not be using words you don't know what they mean! Calum uses adult talk in his promos. 


Twin #1: Sorry, Dad. Dad? Why does Calum with one "L" use bad words like that on t.v.?


Joey Morelli: He's insecure. I feel bad for him, but his brother and good friend just dying has messed him all up. Now he feels he has to over compensate by acting like a tough guy who doesn't care. Don't get me wrong..Calum is tough, but he can just as soon get that across without all the F-bombs and bad language. Oh well..different style than me..to each his own I guess.


Twins #1: What about Mr. Maddox, Dad? My friend from school, Richard Anderson is a special needs recipient as well. Mr. Maddox was all happy signing stuff and shaking hands at first. Later on apparently he put his fist through the wall and dramatically went to his knees screaming "Why!! Why!! Why!!".


Joey Morelli: Michael suffers from the Jekyll and Hyde Syndrome. So do a lot of these cats in this profession. They can't separate between fiction and non-fiction. They can't leave their "work" personalities behind. To be fair Michael is pretty over dramatic, but having a wild card like Calum as his partner I see why.


[Candice opens the door to Twin #1's room and speaks.]


Candice Morelli: Boys? Dinner is ready!


Joey Morelli: What's for dinner, Babe?


Candice Morelli: Veal cutlets, that lemon chicken you always like and pesto pasta!


[Joey goes over to his wife and gives her a kiss.]


Joey Morelli: Hurry up and wash up. We'll meet you downstairs.


[Joey and Candice exit the scene as Twin #1 goes to wash up. The scene ends after a Hallmark Commercial then the Narrator closes the promo out.]


Narrator: When you care enough to send the very best..

Can you taste it? The Anzac Cup 2019 coming home to Chianti!


Soak it in man...


Chianti is the shit, on point, and always lit!


Dude...have you seen the tits on Roxylishus?

[Malik Epps]

Our scene opens backstage, where Leon Washington is sitting comfortably in a chair as he reads a text on his phone. He starts to grin a little, then fires off a reply quickly before he looks up to see the camera man heading towards him. Washington pockets his phone and stands up, greeting them with a nod.



Leon Washington: Hey, what's good everybody? So check this out...me an Alex came into this tournament with some high expectations. I mean, we heard a lot about this place an the level of competition we were gonna find here. An we were ready to throw down with anybody who stepped up to the challenge...unfortunately, what we got was two wanna-be yard birds that think tough talk is all it takes to get the job done. ( he shakes his head ) Trust me, there's a lotta people out there who made that mistake against one or both of us. An each of 'em had to learn the hard way why me an Alex are considered two of the best out there in the game today. What we did to the Convicted in round one? That was just the tip of the iceberg, baby...

Washington adjusts his hat slightly as he puts his foot up on the seat of the chair, leaning his weight forward before he continues on.

Leon Washington: Aaron an Eric? They're a couple guys that tried to coast on their reputation. An they might have been somethin' when they were on the inside, only that reputation didn't mean a damn thing when they went down at the hands of Brooklyn's Finest. Cause it was just a sad case of high expectations...expectations that they couldn't live up to. See, I know a few people who actually have done some time an bruh? Last thing they was tryin' to do was announce that to the world so I called bullshit the first time I heard it. ( he shrugs ) But I also know better than to underestimate anybody, I been in the game too damn long to start doin' that. We took them boys to school in that ring an punched out ticket into the second round...

Washington rubs his chin with a confident smirk. The Convicted put up a decent fight but there were tougher challenges still to come.

Leon Washington: Reputation only means somethin' when it's founded in truth. An the word on the street is that our opponents in the second round are as tough as they come. Couple of boys that go by the name of the Bro Code. ( he sighs a bit ) First time I heard that name, what my brain saw was somethin'...COMPLETELY different that what we actually got. I figured they were a bunch of Jersey Shore rejects or somethin'...pumpin' their fists an drinkin' down a bunch of Red Bulls before they went out on camera. Oh, but what we got was actually way more funny than that. ( his expression hardens ) What we got was two disrespectful clowns who wanna make jokes an do stupid ass comedy sketches, when they SHOULD be gettin' ready for us to slap the taste out their mouths out on camera for the rest of the world to see! Cause me an Alex, we ain't here to crack jokes. We came to represent the XHW an make damn sure our flag was the one we saw flyin' at the end of this tournament. That means whoopin' ass an takin' names each an every match, PERIOD.

Washington shakes his head again, his face crunching up into a bit of a scowl.

Leon Washington: Y'all can miss me with them 23 world title wins. Cause all I heard is that you LOST 23 world title matches, otherwise you'd BE champion right now, bruh. So what good is winnin' the big one if everybody knows you're only keepin' it warm for somebody else to take it right off you? Championships...everybody's in the game to try an win 'em. To stand up in front of the crowd with a symbol of excellence wrapped around your waist, it means a lot an every single one of them people out there know it. But this match? ( he smirks ) It ain't about no championship. It's about who's gonna be standin' tall at the end an headin' to the third round of this tournament. An it only takes THREE lil' seconds to get your shoulders pinned to the mat an all them hopes an dreams of winnin' suddenly get scattered to the wind. Kinda like the way you lost them 23 world titles...1-2-3 an that's all she wrote for the Hoe Code...

Washington slow claps three times then waves goodbye for added emphasis.

Leon Washington: But hey, I like to be thorough so I checked y'all out on Youtube. Caught a couple of your matches an yeah, there's a lot of impressive stuff on display there. Underneath all your bullshit, there's two talented guys who know how to work with each other an can be a legit threat to anybody...UNFORTUNATELY, all that gets lost underneath layers and layers of nonsense. But the ones who really see y'all for what you are? It's the fans. They're always watchin' an regardless of what y'all try an spoon feed your opponents, they know what you're really all about. Just like they know what WE'RE all about. So as soon as I dropped ol' boy last week in that Brooklyn Bustah? Them fans jumped onto their feet, screamin' their lungs out. ( he grins again ) See, they have some expectations of their own...high expectations. An they know when they see Brooklyn's Finest out in the middle of that ring, they're gonna get their money's worth. I don't play around, I don't hesitate, an I damn sure don't stop til I hear that bell ring. They don't know me? Fuck outta here with that...

That swagger was in full effect as Washington shoves the chair away with his foot, the adrenaline starting to flow as he walks right up on the camera man. He took a couple steps back but Washington made it clear he wanted to get right in everybody's face.

Leon Washington: Lemme break it down for you right quick. Y'all might call yourselves the Bro Code but we got a lil' code of our own. A code that's made us into two of the hardest workin' men in the game. Live to Fight, Fight to Live. It don't get much more simple than that. We ain't bros, we're thoroughbreds...consistently uppin' our game to get stronger, faster, BETTER than everybody else. THAT'S how we do it. So the two of y'all better cut the bullshit an get your heads on straight, cause you're steppin' into the ring with a couple heavy hitters that won't hesitate to dim your headlights the first opportunity we get. Cause it's round number two ( he holds up two fingers ) an only winners move on. So y'all better get suited an booted, cause reputation don't mean a damn thing. I only care about how got them hands, so save all the talkin' for somebody else. It's time to get down or lay down...

Washington stares into the camera a couple seconds then turns and walks off as the scene gradually fades out to black.

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: This next Round 2 match-up here in New Zealand, live, at the Anzac Cup 2019 only on the XHF Network, is going to have huge implications.


Andrew Fulton: That's right, everybody wants to see #BroCode vs. #BarCode!


Jeremy Tucker: They have brought this hot feud into Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition from a fed located in Romania called Shrouded Enigma Entertainment...in order for this all to happen #BarCode needs to get passed Chianti, who will be represented by "The Godson of SWAT" Joey Morelli and his partner given to him by his Uncle Joe Pesci, "Timeless" Alex Turner!


Andrew Fulton: Then later on tonight, #BroCode will take on the powerful newcomers of Alex Withers and his OG partner in crime..Leon Washington!


Jeremy Tucker: First thing is first..Chianti vs. #BarCode 


Andrew Fulton: Morelli and Timeless got past the She-Devils earlier on to advance to this match up with Calum Morgan and Michael Maddox who got by Maddox's wife, Avery McCullen and her partner and former and longest reigning SWAT Amazon Champion, Lucky Linda!


Jeremy Tucker: Thanks to a heel turn by Avery McCullen! "The Daredevil" means business for now on!


Andrew Fulton: Is Avery aligned with her husband Maddox and Calum? 


Jeremy Tucker: It makes sense. Here we go!!


Frank Salazar : Introducing coming in at a combined weight of 497 lbs .... accompanied by Candice Morelli and Roxylishus!!!!  TIMELESS ALEX TURNER ..... THE GODSON OF SWAT JOEY MORELLI....CHIANTI!!!!

[Sfera Ebbasta - Tran Tran hits and Candice and Roxylishus make their way out to the rampway, they look so hot you wish you had two eyes so you could look at both, make that four eyes you want, and a tub of baby oil. They pose together and the fans go wild, then Joey and Timeless come out between them, high five and the four make their way to the ring, Roxylishus stops to banter with a fan, then mock wretches with her finger in her mouth gagging and dismisses them. The girls hold the ropes open for Timeless and Joey and Timeless grabs the mic from Frank.]


Timeless : I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it!


Joey : (grabbing the mic) I’m Sexy and I know it!


[Timeless tells him, no, he is, and they bicker at who is the sexiest waiting for #BarCode to arrive.] 

["Bad Boy", by Skepta pops the PA speakers as the lights go out. They stay off for about thirty seconds then flicker back on. Standing in the ring in a haze of smoke is Michael Maddox and "Voice of the Voiceless" Calum Morgan decked out in Engima Demon paint. Calum has Roxylishus by the hair and he plants a kiss on her. Timeless gets met with a huge boot to the face by a fired up Maddox as Timeless was racing over to stop the kiss by Calum. Joey quickly helps Candice out then catches Roxy who has fainted. Calum goes to the corner and cracks a smile through the paint and poses on the ring ropes.]


Fans: She's your steady!..She's your steady...She's your steady!


Andrew Fulton: Calum Morgan just doing what every guy here wants to do..stick their tongue down the throat of Roxy!


Jeremy Tucker: The bell has rang and this match has started! 


Andrew Fulton: Maddox starts out against "Timeless" Alex Turner as Joey and Calum wait in their respective corners.


Jeremy Tucker: Candice is on the outside fanning Roxy off trying to get her back on her feet.


Andrew Fulton: This big Devils Reject is using power on Timeless who never recovered from that kick to the face earlier by Maddox!


Jeremy Tucker: Snap Nare by Maddox into a Pump Handle Slam! Maddox helps Timeless up with by his hair..Double Arm Hooked DDT! Shades of the legendary Cactus Jack!




Andrew Fulton: The cover! 1..2-


Jeremy Tucker: Broken up by Joey Morelli!! 


Andrew Fulton: Referee tries to get Morelli out of the ring but Candice jumps on to the ring apron-


Fans: Show him your tits! Show him your tits! Show him your tits!


Jeremy Tucker: Candice takes the referees head and puts it under her shirt!


Andrew Fulton: Call it like it is..this is hot as fuck! She's rubbing her tits in the referees face so her husband Joey can smash up Maddox..Brilliant!


Jeremy Tucker: In the ring Morelli with huge heavy lefts and piston like right hands to the face of Maddox..SUPERMAN PUNCH by Joey and down goes Maddox finally. Joey puts him in a Guillotine choke hold!! 


Andrew Fulton: He's choking the big Behemoth out!!


Jeremy Tucker: Calum Morgan is perched on top of the top rope..Split Legged Missle Drop Kick!! It landed on Morelli! Calum back up and he SPEARS Joey through the middle rope and outside ring!


Andrew Fulton: They landed onto Roxylishus! I'm in heaven- she can bump too??


[Morelli tries to get up but Morgan spears them both and Roxy through the guardrail and smack dap in the middle of the fans in the front row. Inside the ring Timeless has recovered. Maddox tries to get up by Timeless mocks him by blasting him with Maddox's own finisher- The Facelift.]


Jeremy Tucker: Facelift by Timeless!? I don't think I'd ever imagine saying that. This Timeless means business in there tonight.


Andew Fulton: No more messing around. Stakes are to high in this one.


Jeremy Tucker: Timeless waits for Maddox to get up. ARM DRAG! AND ANOTHER BY TIMELESS! A THIRD AND NOW A FOURTH by Timeless. Maddox back up Drop Kick!!


Andew Fulton: A thing of beauty! 


Jeremy Tucker: Timless with a clubbering blow! 


Andrew Fulton: On the outside of the ring Candice is trying to get Joey and Roxylishus up but Calum is up first!


Jeremy Tucker: What's he going to do to Candice? 


[Calum smiles and stalks Candice. She turns around and quickly tries to slap him but Calum blocks it and sticks out his tongue. Joey is back up and Drop Toe Holds Calum and his tongue straight into the crotch of Roxylishus. Calum smiles orgasmically!]


Fans: Lickety-splits! Lickety-splits! Lickety-splits.


Andrew Fulton: Haha. Lickety-splits. I love this Calum.


Jeremy Tucker: Inside the ring Timeless has taken over. Turn Me Loose!! (Lift someone up for a belly to back suplex on your shoulder, then drop down into a sit out like wheel barrow face buster)! 


Andrew Fulton: Calum goes down again if you catch my drift!


Jeremy Tucker: Would you stop it! Timeless with the pin..1..2..3 KICK OUT! MADDOX kicked the hell out and Timeless can't believe it. 


Andrew Fulton: Joey just DDT'ED Calum out here on the concrete! Joey helps the girls up. He whispers in the girls ears. He lifts Candice up and Press Slams her on top of Calum! And Roxylishus says, "my turn"..Joey Press Slams her up and she lands Cunt First on top of Calum Morgan's face..CALUM MORGAN is the luckiest son of a bitch I've ever seen. Calum is once again in pure ecstasy!


Jeremy Tucker: Inside the ring Maddox is back on the attack on Timeless. Gutwrench Suplex into a Belly to Back Suplex and pin by this young Mastodon! 1..2..thr-Morelli in and makes the save! That was close to being over! 


[On the outiside Calum gets up but is quickly mauled by "The Towering Inferno" Israel Steele who jumps over the guardrail! Steele smashes Calum with a Forearm down his spine. Steele then Power Bombs him through the British Announce table. The table busts in half and Steele jumps on it and lifts Calum up by the hair. Steele Pile Drives Calum thru the other half of the table demolishing it.]


British Announcer: This wanker, Steele seems to have maybe broken Calum into tiny little stones here at Anzac Cup 2019 only on the XHF NETWORK! 


[Steele lifts Calum up on his shoulders and carries him to the ring. Steele Gorilla Presses Calum over the top rope and onto the apron. Morelli Drops kicks Maddox over to where Calum is and Maddox simultaneously makes the tag to Calum. Steele holds the top rope down and Maddox slides to the outside. The girls pounce on Maddox so he can't get up. Calum tries to get up by Steele soccer kicks him. Joey lifts Calum up dead weight style and Side Walk Slams Calum into the mat. Timeless runs at Morelli who Press Slams Timeless on top of Calum. Timeless crashes down and goes for the cover.]


Andrew Fulton: The pin!


Jeremy Tucker: 1.....2....3!! Chianti advances!


Andrew Fulton: Calum got pinned no thanks to The Man of Steele! No #BroCode vs. #BarCode!


Jeremy Tucker: To me this was some what an upset! Timeless and Morelli did a helluva' job tonight! We'll be right back with our final Round 2 match-up folks. #BroCode vs. Alex Withers and Leon Washington!

[SWAT Team]

[We return from commercials for beer, fast food restaurants as well a television spot for one of Joe Pesci's pizza joint franchises before returning to the stadium where the camera pans ringside showing fans holding signs that say "Say No to Bro Code!," "Leon's the real Man of Steel,"
"Bro's the Anzac Cup Code breaker!" and "Bro Code Withers under Alex!" before fading into Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton who joined by Jean Grey and Night Crawler wearing headsets.]

Jeremy Tucker: "Welcome back and we're joined by the X-Men's Jean Grey and Night Crawler from X-Men: Phoenix Rising. Welcome to the broadcast table."

Andrew Fulton: "Oh yeah we're quite happy you joined us."

Night Crawler: "Se pleasure is ours Jeremy. Ve are glad to join you in this broadcast."

Andrew Fulton: "Don't you have a costume contest or a comic con to go to."

Night Crawler: "Vat's a comic con."

Andrew Fulton: "Never mind."

Jean Grey: "He knows what de doesn't say."

Andrew Fulton: "Oh great a Game of Thrones quote."

Jeremy Tucker: "Well getting back to this match up involving the new team of Leon Washington and Alex Withers taking on the returning Bro Code made up of Jimmy Blast, Israel Steele and 'The Ruler' Paul Blair and they are managed by 'The Numbers Cruncher' Ms. Kelly. Believe me we have to warn you Bro Code hates mutants especially Paul Blair who declared a war on mutants close to two years ago."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah you better get out of here or they may bat you down."

Jean Grey: "Why do they hate us if we want to live in peace and harmony with humans."

Andrew Fulton: "They are wrestling gods."

Night Crawler: "Oh I'm impressed. Maybe we can get them to bless our movie."

(Andrew Fulton groans.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Getting back to this match Leon and Alex may be a new tag team but they are quite accomplished and are quite experienced. That's going to be quite an advantage in this match but Bro Code's the SWAT World Tag Team Champions and they wrestle quite dirty."

Andrew Fulton: "Oh come on they're doing what every other team does only they do it better, and they may still have the name Bro Code, but Calum has the belts."

Jeremy Tucker: "Yeah we can see how better they are at playing by the rules. Anyway, whoever wins this match is going to have an even tougher time against one of the other teams in the next round. Let's not waste anymore time...."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah mutants leave or Bro Code will move you out without asking you nicely."

Jeremy Tucker: "I meant let's go to the ring for the introductions."

Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a 2nd round Anzac Cup match up, introducing first from Kill Devil  Hills, North Carolina, standing 6'10 and weighing 325 pounds..he is "The Man of Steele".."The Towering Inferno"...ISSSSSRRRAAEEL STEEEEELLLEE!!

["Tom Sawyer", by Rush brings the SWAT crowd to their feet as out comes Israel Steele with his valet "The Number Cruncher" Ms. Kelly. Steele is wearing a black and red #BroCode t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, blue jeans and cowboy boots. Ms. Kelly is on her lappy (laptop) crunching numbers while Steele fist bumps the cooler fans on his way to the ring. Steele helps Ms. Kelly into the ring then steps over the top rope and into the ring. Steele waits for his #BroCode brothers.]


Frank Salazar: And his partner..one-third of #BroCode..The Former Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition World Tag Team Champion and current Shrouded Enigma Entertainment Transylvanian Champion..from River Falls, Wisconsin..standing at 6'2 weighing 285 pounds.."The Ruler"...PAAAAUUUL BLAAAIR!!

["Bro Code", by Brantley Gilbert brings the fans to their feet as out comes "The Ruler" Paul Blair decked out in a New Zealand fit. Blair is flossing his fit like it's his every day attire..complete with his signature 80's Top Gun sunglasses. He struts slowly to the ring with the Shrouded Enigma Entertainment Transylvanian Title over his left shoulder. Jimmy Blast enters the ring and struts as Israel Steele climbs the steps and holds the ropes for Ms. Kelly before stepping over the ropes and entering the ring as 'The Ruler' Paul Blair just looks back and looks under his shades and he enters the ring to join the other Bro Code members.)

[My Own Summer begins to play across the PA system and after a short delay out walks Alex Withers, dressed with a black zip up hoody lifted over his head, simple black boots and trunks he walks with a purpose towards the ring. Sliding under the bottom rope he heads towards his corner without even a look towards the camera. Rubbing at each wrist he waits until the last possible moment to take his top off and bounces on the balls of his feet, glaring at the convicted and awaiting his tag team partner.]

Frank Salazar : And their opponents .... firstly ... Coming in at 6’ and 170 pounds ... hailing from Lansing, Detroit, Michigan. ALEX WITHERS!!!! And his tag team partner, hailing from Brooklyn, New York, coming in at 6’5 & 242 lbs .... LEON WASHINGTON!!!!

[The sirens go off and the fans immediately rise to their feet as the arena lights switch to a series of swirling blues and whites. Seconds later, Washington comes out through the curtains and onto the stage, running to one side to get the fans all fired up before doing it again on the other side. He then plays to camera...continuously working the crowd and slapping hands on his way down the ramp, before he breaks into a sprint near the bottom and slides into the ring. The spotlights focus on one of the turnbuckles, while the blue lights continue to swirl about and Washington climbs the turnbuckle and throws a fist high into the air. The crowd reacts as thousands of flashes go off, while Washington tosses his cap out into the crowd then pulls off his jersey and flings it out the other side. He turns and drops down into the ring, getting limbered up as he awaits the sound of the bell.]

Jeremy Tucker: "The bell rings and this match is underway. Both Bro Code and Alex Withers and Leon Washington discuss who should start first and Jimmy Blast starts off as does Alex Withers. They circle and lock up and jimmy forces Alex into the ropes. Blast smiles and pats Withers on the chest before backing off."

Andrew Fulton: "You see he's not totally dirty. They lock up again and Jimmy shows his business side by delivering a series of knees and a series of forearms before posing and taunting the ringsiders."

Jimmy Blast: "WWWWHHHHOOOOOAAAA!"

Night Crawler: "WWWWHHHHHOOOOAAA!"

"The Ruler" Paul Blair: "SHUT UP MUTANT PUNK!"

Night Crawler: "What did I say?"

Andrew Fulton: "What do you think."

Jean Grey: "How should we know."

Jeremy Tucker: "Jimmy's making a mistake with someone as dangerous as Alex Withers in the ring. Jimmy bodyslams Withers with authority before dropping a fist to Alex's head. He whips Alex into the ropes but Alex ducks a clothesline and counters with a superkick followed by a series of excellently executed high flying dropkicks."

Andrew Fulton: "Jimmy stumbles to his corner and makes the tag and 'The Man of Steel' Israel Steele or shall I say the real 'Man of Steel' and not you know who."

Night Crawler: "Oh Clark Kent is here."

Jean Grey: "No he's DC Comics he means Leon Washington."

"The Ruler" Paul Blair: "SHUT YOUR MOUTHS AND KNOW YOUR PLACE X SCUM!"

Israel Steele: "COME ON 'SUPER PUNK! LET'S SEE WHAT YOU GOT!"

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah we'll see if the so-called 'Black Superman' has the guts to face a real 'Man of Steel.'"

Jeremy Tucker: "The ringsiders roar and chant 'Black Superman' as Leon looks around pointing in all directions before enthusiastically raising his arm and Alex high fives him into the ring. Leon sommersaults over the ropes and is firing up the fans as Steele challenges Washington to a test of strength."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah hat dollar store brain of his is doing the stupid as usual. They lock fingers and slam their bodies together and Doomsday overs 'The Black Superman.'"

Night Crawler: "Oh wow another DC character in this match."

Jean Grey: "He's not Doomsday."

Night Crawler: "He smells like him."

Jimmy Blast: "SHUT UP SUBHUMANS!"

Israel Steele: "YOU'RE A FUCKIN WIMP SUPER PUNK!"

Andrew Fulton: "You show him Steele."

Jeremy Tucker: "Yeah, but Washington's fighting his way back to his feet. He screams and roars as he psyches himself up and his back on his feet. He kicks Steele's arm and applies a top wristlock before snaking his leg around Steele's and forces him to the mat."

Leon Washington: "ENJOYING THE BRIGHT LIGHTS GIRLY STEELE!"

Jeremy Tucker: "Looks like Steele's all brawn and no brains. Leon drops a series of knees to Steele's arm and synch’s in an armlock and Ms. Kelly looks worried, and starts typing away on her lap top."

Night Crawler: "Why should she be worried if we're here to save the day."

Andrew Tucker: "I don't think that's who she wants to save her. Ms. Kelly should be concerned since her investment is in danger of tanking. Israel makes his way back to his feet and forces Leon into the ropes."

Jeremy Tucker: "Israel delivers a series of knees followed by a series of clubbing forearms. He whips Washington into the ropes and clotheslines him hard."

Jean Grey: "Someone has fed him Kryptonite."

Israel Steele: "HOW'S IT FEEL BROOKLYN BRAWLER! CALUM THIS IS WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO YOU WHEN I'M DONE HERE!"

Andrew Fulton: "I agree with that and just what he deserves and Steele is showing how he loves Calum Morgan and Washington. Israel delivers a series of bodyslams with such excellent authority as Blair shouts encouragement and Steele tags in Jimmy Blast. Jimmy enters the ring and he struts around before he double axehandles 'The Black Superman' he starts kicking and stomping Washington's body."

Jimmy Blast: "HEY YOU FUCKIN MUTANTS I'M GOING TO BEAT YOU BOTH DOWN JUST LIKE I'M GOING TO BEAT THIS PIECE OF SHIT DOWN!"

Night Crawler: "Why do they hate us because we're different."

Jean Grey: "Look we're not perfect but at least we try to exist with others."

Jeremy Tucker: "Yeah but nobody likes them and they only love themselves. Believe me Calum Morgan's watching and you can be assured he's pissed, they cost him and Bar Code their match with Chianti. Jimmy Blast whips Leon into the ropes and clotheslines him. He whips Leon into the opposite corner and he does it a second time and whips him again into the opposite corner and charges but Washington counters with a big boot followed by a clothesline of his own before he makes his way to his corner and tags in Alex Withers."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah he tags out because he's too scared to face the Blaster."

Jeremy Tucker: "He isn't scared of anyone. Alex Withers comes in and delivers a series of stiff left jabs followed by a series of rights to Jimmy Blast. He whips him into the ropes and dropkicks him. He waits and bounds into the ropes and decks him with a flying forearm and makes the cover...One....Two....No! Kickout by Jimmy Blast."

Andrew Fulton: "Don't you mean Blast out. Alex bounds into the ropes and then bounds into the opposite ropes gaining momentum but Steele pulls the ropes down sending Alex over the top and out of the ring. 'The Ruler' Paul Blair puts the boots to Alex after he tried to attack Ms. Kelly."

Jean Grey: "I guess they think it's a #ME TOO moment."

Night Crawler: "Screwy way to show honor."

Jeremy Tucker: "We all know he didn't attack Ms. Kelly. Blair whips Alex into the security railing and finds a chair and beats him with it during the referee distraction. Leon storms around to help his partner and the referee's warning both to get back to their corners."

Andrew Tucker: "Yeah like they're going to listen. Blair tosses Alex Withers back into the ring unceremoniously and wipes his hands in disgust. Jimmy stomps a mudhole into Alex's mid-section before tagging in Israel Steele who proceeds to humiliate him by nudging him with his foot."

Israel Steele: "HEY YOU FUCKING MUTANT TAG IN SUPER PUNK!"

Night Crawler: "Ja he must really be mad at us for not giving him an autograph."

Jean Grey: "I don't think he meant us."

"The Ruler" Paul Blair: "DIDN'T WE SAY TO GET OUT OF HERE MUTANT SCUM!"

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah he meant you too."

Jeremy Tucker: "Steele drags Alex to his corner and taunts him by holding his hand out to tag Leon before clotheslining Leon off of the ring apron. Steele laughs and pulls him away."

Andrew Fulton: "He's just shown 'The Black Superman' that his partner's pure Kryptonite and he isn't made up of pure cold hard steel like Israel Steele is. Israel sets up Alex Withers and cinches in a chinlock and it's in tight."

Jeremy Tucker: "Please Israel Steele's just a trash talker and who can't beat Calum Morgan on his worst day. Alex attempts to crawl out the back way but Steele butt bounces onto Alex. He continues to apply even more pressure on Alex's neck and back."

Andrew Fulton: "Alex attempts to crawl out backwards again but once again Steele butt bounces onto Alex's back. Leon gets back onto the ring apron and is urging and encouraging Alex on and firing up the ringsiders."

Jeremy Tucker: "Leon's anxious to get back into the ring, he continues to urge his partner on and Alex attempts to crawl out again and Steele attempts to butt bounce Alex but misses."

Andrew Fulton: "Withers slowly but painfully makes his way to his corner but Jimmy Blast storms in and drops a double axehandle between Alex's shoulderblades. The referee warns Leon out of the ring while Bro Code pulls Withers back to their corner. Now that's teamwork."

Jeremy Tucker: "For a couple of cheaters that's considered teamwork....."

Night Crawler: "Ja we've teamed with more heroes than these two have with villains."

Jean Grey: "True but they mean Bro Code."

Night Crawler: "Them too."

Jeremy Tucker: "Blast pretents to tag in and he cockily struts around the ring before stomping on Wither's leg and executes a stepover toe hold into a figure four leglock."

Andrew Fulton: "Wither away dear Alex....."

Night Crawler: "You must have been a bard...."

Andrew Fulton: "You better take that back or else."

Jean Grey: "Like he's never heard of Shakespeare."

Jeremy Tucker: "He only loves playboy and sex lines."

Jean Grey: "Oh he doesn't have much of a sex life. No wonder he's so screwed up."

Andrew Fulton: "You're lucky I have a sense of humor."

Jeremy Tucker: "I didn't know you had one."

Andrew Fulton: "Very funny Tucker. Blast is showing why he's one of the most honored veterans in this sport compared to no name Calum Morgan who couldn't even cut it with Bro Code let alone carry their jock straps."

Jimmy Blast: "HEY MUTANT! I'M CHARGING YOU AN EXTRA LEG FOR THIS WHEN WE BEAT YOU!"

Jeremy Tucker: "What a sense of humor he has. Alex attempts to roll over to counter the figure four and he reverses it and Blast is in trouble."

Andrew Fulton: "Don't think for a moment that Blast will submit because he won't. Jimmy attempts to crawl to the ropes but Alex continues to apply pressure to Jimmy's leg. He strains and finally turns Alex around regaining control of the hold."

Jeremy Tucker: "Alex is close enough to the ropes and grabs them and the referee calls for a break and Jimmy waits until the last moment before releasing the hold. He continues to work on the leg with stomps and steps on the leg repeatedly causing more damage to that leg."

Jimmy Blast: "WHOA!"

Andrew Fulton: "Jimmy has the best 'Whoa' in wrestling. He picks Alex up and let's loose the stiffest chop to Alex's chest in wrestling today."

Night Crawler: "Shang Chi has the stiffest chops in all of the comic book world."

Jean Grey: "He means professional wrestling."

Andrew Fulton: "Jimmy let's loose another chop and the ringsiders react as he delivers another chop to his chest."

Jimmy Blast: "HOW'S THAT FEEL UGLY BOY!"

Andrew Fulton: "That's telling him Blaster."

Jeremy Tucker: "Is that any surprise since you'll suck up to anyone. Jimmy lets loose with another stiff chop and the ringsiders continue to react to each one of them. Alex's chest is real red from them and it's going to get worse with each chop."

Andrew Fulton: "Alex counters with a chop of his own to Jimmy's chest. The ringsiders continue to react to each chop from Jimmy and Alex as they continue to exchange chops until Jimmy delivers a knee to Alex's mid-section. He whips Alex into the ropes but misses with a clothesline. Alex stops and unleashes a superkick."

Jeremy Tucker: "Alex is still hurt from that figure four. He slowly crawls to his corner where Leon is bouncing around rallying the fans and holding his hand out urging Alex to tag out. Jimmy grabs hold of his leg and he pulls him away."

Andrew Fulton: "Alex is back on one foot and is bouncing up and down taking swings at Jimmy who's laughing......"

Jimmy Blast: "WHOA!"

Night Crawler: "Oooohhhhh! That definitely hurts!"

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah an enziguiri out of nowhere does hurt doesn't it. Both men are down as the referee is counting them as they stir. They make their way to their corners and their partners urge them on."

Jeremy Tucker: "Jimmy makes the tag to Israel who charges in as Alex makes the tag and Leon jumps onto the top ropes and missile dropkicks 'The Man of Steel.' 'The Black Superman' whips Steele into the ropes and flying shoulder tackles the big man."

Andrew Fulton: "Leon's all fired up as he whips Steel into the ropes and spinebusters him with authority. He looks around and the ringsiders roar with approval as he bounds into the ropes and delivers a People's Elbow. He makes the cover....One....Two....No! Steele powers out."

Jeremy Tucker: "Watch out Blair's coming at you two with a chair....."

Night Crawler: "Exit stage left....."

(Night Crawler and Jean Grey disappear in a purple mist.)

Andrew Fulton: "Thank you Blair."

Jeremy Tucker: "Leon picks him up and he bodyslams him with authority..."

Andrew Fulton: "I can't believe he did that....."

Jeremy Tucker: "Believe it. Leon bounds into the ropes and does a Five Knuckle Shuffle and makes the cover and double underhooks the leg."

Andrew Fulton: "So John Cena. Jimmy Blast comes in and he breaks the pinfall attempt to save the day and the match. All four are going at it and in the center of the ring. Alex and Leon force Bro Code into opposite corners and mount the ropes and start pummeling them with their fists."

Jeremy Tucker : “Blair grabs a chair, and he jumps on the apron and smashes Withers with it, sending him toppling. He then runs to the other corner to get Washington, but CALUM MORGAN jumped the guard rail, and snatched the chair from him, and then wallops Blair with it, knocking him out.”

Andrew Fulton: “Calum is here! He wants revenge for Bro Code costing Bar Code their match!”

Jeremy Tucker : “Calum winds up and decks Steele with a devastating chair shot. He then swings at Blast, but he slides out of the way, Calum gives chase. In the ring, Leon Washington grabs Steele, BROOKLYN BUSTAH!!! (Stunner)”

Andrew Fulton: “Washington hit the Buster! He makes the cover!”

Jeremy Tucker : “One ............

Two ..................

THREE!!!!!!! Alex Withers and Leon Washington advance!!! Bro Code are OUT of the Cup!!!!”

Andrew Fulton: “Holy Shit! I told you these guys were going to go all the way Jerry!”



[My Own Summer blares throughout the arena, and Alex Withers and Leon Washington get their arms raised by the ref. Bro Code fuming and Calum mocks them exiting thru the crowd.]

Frank Salazar: “Winners of the match and advancing to the semi finals .... ALEX WITHERS AND LEON WASHINGTON!!!!!