Battleground #13 : Luck of the Irish (Show)

[SWAT Team]

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

Coming to you LIVE from the Croke Park Stadium, Dublin Ireland!

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome to Battleground folks! WELCOME TO SWAT!!! Tonight, we have ELEVEN huge matches coming your way, all the way that is from Dublin Ireland!

Andrew Fulton : Home of the Irish Rose Bombshells!

Jeremy Tucker : And them two are going to explode right here tonight when they meet up for the first time since Avery turned her back on Lucky Linda.

Andrew Fulton : How about the World Champ Radu Matei! He was victorious last show against Lynn Brewster, and then bombed the arena with a plague of locusts after trapping Lynn in a box filled with Devil's Coach Horse Beetles, no one has seen her since, and now she is scheduled to face Olympia for the Amazons BELT!

Jeremy Tucker : And Radu is set to face Timeless for his World Title. What a main event that promises to be!

Andrew Fulton : Many more matches also coming our way, including the in ring return of one Hardkore Jonnie Valentine! How was that him debuting last show.

Jeremy Tucker : It sent Shockwaves throughout the entire industry. The man is a pioneer, and you can be assured, his arrival will lead to more big names following suit..

Andrew Fulton : Calum vs Blair will be a battle for the ages and i can’t wait to see my personal favourite Blaze Freya get in there and face Marie Caedes, who has made her life a living hell since she arrived here in SWAT.

Jeremy Tucker : What about the four new members we have all competing for the first time for SWAT tonight, all against EACH OTHER!!!

[Peel Their Caps back blares thru the arena interrupting them, and The Compton Colossal, Bruno, storms down the ring way, and enters the ring with a mic.]

Bruno : FROSTBITE! Check it out Dawg!

You put your hands on the Suit, not only put your hands on him, kidnapped him and tortured him and then blackmailed the Boss!

[Crowd explodes cheering for Frostbites actions.]

Bruno : You can cheer that snow flake all you want, but when we are done with him, let’s just say, there is a hole in the desert with his name written on it.

The Suit is gonna destroy you for what you did, you crossed the line, at the Tanner / Packer Tribute show, your history, but before then, i am going to soften you up some ... and ... i’m going to do it ... RIGHT_NOW!

Let’s go Dawg!

[We see lotus flying on the SWAT tron for a few seconds as more and more join in, until day turns to night as the image fades out, and the next image you see is tanks firing in the air, and right after that image we see soliders walking in unison and that image fades out and another of a huge nuclear explosion as you see nothing but ashes and dust of a city. The lights in the arena go completely dark for a few seconds as it comes back up a blue light is seen up the show of the steps as someone is standing up there wearing a gray hoodie with their head down. As they slowly pick up their head, we can see an intense look in their blue eyes, we see that it is Frostbite. He takes a walk down the steps as fans reached out to touch his hands or his broad shoulders. As he stops midway looking into the crowd as he nods his head as the crowd chants his name. He gets to the bottom of the step, he climbs over the barricade. He quickly takes off his hoodie and hands it over to some fan at ringside. He turns his attention to the ring and Bruno with an intense look in his blue eyes. He begins to climb the steps and jumps over the top ropes. He continues to look at Bruno not taking his eyes off of his opponent as the lights turns back to normal and his music fades as he is ready for a war. ]

Andrew Fulton : Looks like its Frosty Vs Bruno to kick off the show Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : Two vets, Bruno has been happy to be working as a Bodyguard for the KGB, but when Frostbite crossed the line last show, Bruno DEMANDED this match with him. Ref calls for the bell and Bruno charges at Frosty, Frostbite ducks the attempted clothesline and drop kicks the leg of Bruno.

Andrew Fulton : Kill him Bruno!

Jeremy Tucker : Bruno no sells the kick and clobbers Bruno with a huge forearm to the back of the neck, the seven footer flooring Frosty.

Andrew Fulton : Bruno grabs Frostbite, wraps his big hand around the throat of Frostbites scrawny neck! He is going to Chokeslam him Jerry! This is going to be over right now!

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite is gasping for air, and Bruno hoists him up in the air by the throat, and ..... Frostbite hooks Bruno around the neck and DDT’s him to the mat! Wow, he just got out of jail there!

Andrew Fulton : He has no idea what jail is, but he will by the time the Bandits are done with him.

Jeremy Tucker : Where are they anyway?

Andrew Fulton : Bruno doesn’t need them. He wants to soften him up on his own, and Frostbite can live in the dread of when the pay back is coming.

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite points to the rampway, yelling at the ref, and as he looks up thinking the KGB are coming, Frostbite winds up and nails Bruno with a HUGE LOW BLOW! That was a punt kick from 80 yards out Fulton!

Andrew Fulton : What a no good cheating cold hearted bastard!

Jeremy Tucker : Bruno is clutching his balls, i think he has gone cross eyed! Frostbite hoists him up at the waist ... drop throat across the top ropes as they fall back he hits Bruno with the Crossroads!!! WIND CHILL FACTOR!!!!

Andrew Fulton : NOOO!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite then somehow gets the seven footer up in a vertical suplex, holds him there ... FRONT BRAINBUSTER!!! THE SNOWSTORM!!! Cover by Frosty, he hooks the leg ....

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

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

THREE!!!! FROSTBITE WINS!!! He defeated the KGB Bodyguard Bruno in fine fashion!

Andrew Fulton : Fine fashion? A blatant low blow punt to the balls is fine fashion?

Jeremy Tucker : Whatever it takes Fulton, that’s what the Voice of SWAT always says anyway.

[Seek and Destroy hits and Frostbite celebrates as Bruno is still holding his balls.]

Andrew Fulton : Man, look at Bruno in there, he is actually cross eyed, that punt would of sent them right out of his skull if we were a cartoon!

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite continues to have the KGB’s number.

Andrew Fulton : Not for long, you can take that to the bank.

Jeremy Tucker : We’ll be right back folks.

[Timeless]

[We switch to the back and Timeless is wearing a pair of black slacks and is shirtless, rubbing baby oil onto his ripped muscles, they are bulging and he looks amazing. Looking just as hot is Roxylishus, she has a hot pair of tight red leather pants on, and a red singlet with a black belt across her waist, her whopping bosom bursting practically from the red singlet and her hot red lip stick is sizzling, she is seated with another man, someone we have never seen before.]

Timeless : This is IT! The World Heavyweight Championship! Right within my grasp, only one obstacle, Radu Matei.

[Roxylishus is deep in conversation with the other man and sort of ignoring Timeless.]

Timeless : Oi! Get your head in the game, this is the big ONE!

Roxylishus : What? Ohhh, that. You got it covered! We all know that bug boy doesn’t stand a chance against you lover.. I needed to ask you something, a little favour just for me (Roxylishus coo’s to Timeless.) My agent here can get us on this new reality show, where the partners swap and live with anothers partner for a few weeks, it’s called, Partner Swap.

Timeless : Partner swap? I am about to wrestle for the WORLD TITLE!

Roxylishus : Yeah, i knoooooow that silly. Mr Banks here said once you win it, they will have to pay us DOUBLE!

Timeless : I don’t give a stuff about a freaken reality tv show! I am a wrestler! YOU are the Reality TV star.

Roxylishus : Ohhhh, come on. (She flutters her eyelashes at him, she isn’t used to not getting her way). What about The Block. Tell him about The Block Mr Banks.

Mr Banks : Well, you see, there is a building block, and you guys renovate it and ...

Timeless : I can’t believe i am hearing this. I AM WRESTLING FOR THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! And you are talking to me about reality TV shows?

Roxylishus : It’s the new age hun. Mr Banks thinks we ca ...

Timeless : Mr Banks thinks what?!

[Timeless stands up and over her agent, intimidating him, but he isn’t intimidated, he isn’t fazed in the slightest.[

Mr Banks : She is a star, and all i am hearing is you talking about YOU. What about her? Why are you so set on holding her back?

[Timeless glares at him, rage consuming him and then gains his composure.]

Roxylishus : (sensing the change) He isn’t holding me back, we are a team.

Mr Banks : You could have fooled me. You my dear Roxylishus would be well served giving this joker the heave ho and i can take you all the way to the ..

[WHAM! Timeless Superkicks the agent and he flies in slow motion up thru the air and off his chair and smashes right thru the plaster wall, falling in a slump.]

Timeless : This is the problem with the world today. Worms like THIS. Think they can speak about me like that TO MY FACE! Obviously didn’t get his ass kicked enough at school to learn what happens when you talk smack to someone, that there is the possibility they may just knock you the FUCK OUT!

Roxylishus : (laughing) You showed him, bloody dweeb! Banks ... YOU’RE FIRED! As for the match tonight, don’t sweat it! You’re Timeless!

You’re Sir Winsalot!

You already beat Radu once, in the Anzac Cup, you can again, piece of cake.

Timeless : (pours some more oil onto his hand and starts rubbing it in again, his muscles gleaming like a masterpiece painting.) I know all that. That slime money grubbing agent just rubbed me the wrong way, you got to watch out for them, they will do anything to get their hands on you and your fame.

Roxylishus : I know. Trust me, he wasn’t getting them grubby hands anywhere near THIS.

[Roxylishus poses, her bust pushed out and you yearn, with all of your soul you yearn to get your own grubby slimey hands on her.]

Timeless : We’ll find you another show to go on, just one that doesn’t need me. I am still under siege from all these freaken activists after we appeared on Allen. They love you, but they hate me.

Roxylishus : I know, and we love that they hate you. Dirty leeches. Jealous haters.

Timeless : Screw them, and screw Radu. They hate him too, but it’s a different hate. They love to hate me. Him, he they just can’t stand. Neither can i. No one can. There is something ... wrong with him.

Roxylishus : The difference is, YOUR_COOL! He, he is just a maggot.

Timeless : There is a thousand differences. I am strong, he is .... not. I am a technical wizard who can suplex and throw him all over the ring and stretch him fifty ways from Sunday.

Roxylishus : And he ... can bite and scratch and .... wooooo scary scary sick some bugs on people.

Timeless : The difference is ... i am a member of Chianti and a All American Baseball and Basketball player and he ... is from_Romania.

Roxylishus : The difference is, you are like, the most handsome and sexiest man walking the earth, and he ... is ... ewwwww. He is dis_gust_ing.

Timeless : The Difference IS ...

I am SIR WINSALOT and

We are CHIANTI!

We like to Root and make all the Loot!

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

We break your heart and tear you apart!

We make Stacks and break Backs!

The difference IS ...

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

I am the Ultimate Male Supreme!

Every breathing Woman’s Wet Dream!

A God Damn Wrestling Machine!

[Unfadable.]

[alexwithers]

Alex Withers: Also featuring? Also fucking featuring… who the hell is running this show? Who is doing the promotional work because Alex Withers has never and will never be an also ran. I don’t give two shakes of a monkeys dick who is defending the SWAT Heavyweight Championship they are not the main event… hell I don’t care whether the second coming of Andre the Giant turned up to fight Randy Savage’s ghost… it would still play second fiddle to ANY match that Alex Withers is in. Nah, let me stand here and announce to the whole world that the match in Dublin that absolutely all eyes needs to be on… is mine. After that, I couldn’t give a fuck what you do… you can stick around to watch the rest of the shit show, you can turn over and watch Keeping up with the Incredulous Kardashians for all I care but you tune in, you turn up and get your ass ready for Alex Withers kicking the living piss out of Michael Maddox and Deaven Bennett. That’s your show, that’s the whole show and nothing but the show so help me god.

Sat in the back of Croke Park he could hear the boos from the fans in the arena. Still dressed in a pair of black pants and a white shirt the former XHW Undisputed Champion, Withers was on a duel contract between Xtreme Hardcore Wrestling and S.W.A.T. Withers stared down the barrel of camera with a smirk written across his face. The look of confidence was spewing out of his every pore as he shook his head

Alex Withers: This company is billing Radu Matei versus Alex Turner as the main event? Both men need to understand one thing… that as long as Alex Withers is being charitable enough to turn up to this tin pot company he is the main event, he is the man who has his eyes on the World Championship that he WILL get. This company NEEDS me, this company pays me a hell of a lot of money because the powers that be knows that a card with me on it… pays big bucks, a stadium with me in it… sells out, a match with me in it… becomes an instant classic. Always has, always will… no matter the company, no matter the country, no matter the opponents. I am about to make Maddox and Bennett famous because right now their names are all over the internet, right now the message boards are jumping with people talking about the second singles match of The Next Generation Alex Withers. Keyboard warriors who hide behind the internet, geeks who take to playing tough guy on message boards around the world are talking about the next SWAT event… because I am on it. The Next Generation, The Enigma, The God Amongst Men, the man who is athletically refined and aesthetically defined… you are looking at the best in the business and he is live in this… this… backward hell hole Dublin, Ireland

An almighty chorus of boos ring around the Irish crowd. But Withers simply scoffs

Alex Withers: Oh come on, you people are the worlds joke… Paddy and Murphy jokes are known around the world and the sad part is that they accurately sum you idiots up. The mere fact that I have to perform in this cesspit is a crime against my human rights. This is a country that is divided, religious divides have caused bloodshed in this country and they are too stupid to realise one thing. The person they worship is a figment of their imagination, a figure to pray to because they can’t face up to their own short comings. This country is a fucking joke… bombing itself in to oblivion because they are too fucking stupid to understand evolution. Well lucky for you idiots out there you are going to witness evolution in real life… you see you will see professional wrestlers in Maddox and Bennett and they may just be considered good professional wrestlers, but in Alex Withers you have the evolution of what a professional wrestler should be…. And you idiots can all pray to whatever God you believe in he wont answer your prayers… because I’m soon going to be leaving this locker room, heading in to that ring and kicking everything that moves, I’ll stomp the skulls of my opponents in to the mat and just like that I’ll be heading back here climbing up the rankings and putting everyone on notice that you’ve just witnessed the best in the business

Withers winked towards the camera as chants of Asshole run around the packed Croke Park

Alex Withers: But let me take a second to look at my opponents, the only two things more depressing than Roxylishus fake inflated breasts. Michael Maddox, you know I think it is ironic that you call your finishing move The Facelift because bro that is exactly what is going to happen when I curb stomp your face in to the ground. You swan to the ring with a leather coat like some gimp from a red light district and act like some moody bitch, it’s like Blade meets Buffy meets Emo teen child and you know what it impresses me about as much as scrot rot. You are a man that promises so much and delivers so very little, you are the absolute definition of SWAT’s mediocrity. And later tonight I am going to show you the universal fact that in this world there are levels… there is your level, then there is my level and they are miles apart. Withers chuckles to himself And then you got ‘All That’ Deaven Bennett. Now I know you’re in the back here somewhere and I hope you are listening because I want you to come to the ring with the answer to one question… When you say you are All That… exactly what do you mean? 

Withers cocks an eyebrow and shrugs his shoulders, he reaches over and grabs a bottle of water and takes a long sip before placing it back down

Alex Withers: Because I have to be honest unless you’re coming through the curtains with jazz hands giving us a rendition of that famous song I seriously have to question your sanity. Because believe me… to be ‘all that’ you have to be relevant, you have to be known, you have to have done something and from what I can see the only thing you have done is put together the worst ring attire and copied everything about a titan towers reject from Chi-Town. Nah, Deaven… you’re not all that, you’re nothing… you are a nobody, a never was, a never will be… the only moment in your life where you will be relevant is when I put my boot to your jaw. You and your leather clad lover can come to the ring and shout all you want, you can claim all the prowess in the world, you can talk and talk and talk until these idiots believe you actually have a chance and then… when it is all said and done you will Fade to Black when I make sure you both realise that Alex Withers is, was and forever will remain Everything You Will Never Be

Withers reaches forward and winks before turning the camera off as the footage fades back to the ringside area

[edwarddubin0604]

(Olympia is entering the arena with her sports bag as Glamourous Glenda comes up to her.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Olympia a word about your SWAT Amazons Women's Championship shot at Lynn Brewster."

Olympia: "I always said that when the time was actually right I would go for the SWAT Amazons Women's Championship. It's been a couple of years since my last shot since that was against 'Lucky' Linda La Fey when she was still champion and it's also been close to that since I lost my SWAT Pan Amazons Women's Championship to my opponent Lynn Brewster. I was named the top contender even though I prefer my SWAT Amazons Women's Championship still like I just said the time was right and the Olympic gods felt fate should shine my way. So tonight me and Lynn Brewster have our long awaited rematch."

Glamourous Glenda: "You know in Lynn's state of mind after what Radu Matei did to her at Battleground 12 she's going to be more aggressive than ever."

Olympia: "I can understand that and that's not going to change the way I face Lynn. Aggression is met with equal aggression and that's what is going to happen when we step into the ring tonight. That doesn't mean I don't respect Lynn since she's a veteran and is as tough as they come and her wars with my co-mentor Jade shows her toughness is well earned."

Glamourous Glenda: "Are you upset that the women lost at Battleground 12."

Olympia: "Yes but I'm not going to keep crying over it since I was always taught to get back up and continue on wrestling. My father taught me that as well as my sensei's and my coaches along with Dragonatrix and The Hired Killers along with Vampira and some other ACE Wrestling World veterans. They taught me a lot and molded me into the SWAT competitor I am now. Still it would have been quite intriguing to have intergender matches in SWAT just like other areas."

Glamourous Glenda: "Getting back to your match if you manage to upset Lynn Brewster you would be holding to belts."

Olympia: "The key part is 'if' I win both belts. If I do I shall give up my SWAT Pan Amazons Title to defend the SWAT Amazons Women's Championship. I'm not going to go around with two belts bragging about having too belts....."

Glamourous Glenda: "You do get introduced as having won gold medals in two sports."

Olympia: "True but that's in the Olympics not in professional wrestling. When you reach that top rung you lose your focus and anyone and I mean anyone can beat you lose both belts to that opponent who will then brag about beating you. That's something I don't engage in and never will engage in no matter what anyone says."

Glamourous Glenda: "You think a rematch with Marie Caedes is inevitable."

Olympia: "Let me tell you this Glenda. We have some unfinished business and so far she's causing more trouble by messing with Blaze Freya and anyone else she pushes her luck with. When the time's right for us to have one last match then it's going to happen but until then she has her issues and I have mine. Tonight my focus is on Lynn Brewster and only Lynn Brewster and that's the only thing on my agenda tonight."

Glamourous Glenda: "Who will you face after this match."

Olympia: "Everyone including you is thinking that and asking that but the answer to that is whoever the promoters designate as the top contender to my SWAT Pan Amazons Women's Title. Whoever it is I'm facing is whoever it is I'm facing and that can be anyone."

Glamourous Glenda: "One last thing did you know Jonnie Valentine returned to the wrestling ring after nearly two decades."

Olympia: "I've heard nothing but good things about him. He ran Hardkore World, which my mentor and co-mentors Dragonatrix, Hired Killers and Vampira said and they had nothing but respect for him. My husband's father, Dragon Belt and Psychotic Goth also had respect for him and Tong Fairtex along with his father The Shootfighter had high esteem for him. Believe me, I met him at a comic con and he looked like he could still wrestle after all those years and he looks like he can still beat anyone."

Glamourous Glenda: "You must have been a fan of his back then."

Olympia: "Actually I'm a fan of my father more but I grew up in an athletic family so I guess sports is in my blood."

Glamourous Glenda: "I guess you proved that constantly the way you compete in the ring."

Olympia: "That's one thing I'll never change. Tonight shall be no exception since I plan on being as competitive as I always am and anything less is never going to go."

Glamourous Glenda: "Well I wish you luck."

Olympia: "Thanks.....USA!.....NUMBER ONE!.....HURRAH!"

(Olympia enters the arena.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Back to you guys."

(The scene slowlyfades to black.)

[radu]

[The show starts hot with a Frostbite match, Timeless stealing precious airtime from Roxylishus, and rising star Withers... but how do you keep the momentum going to guarantee stronger ratings than other XHF programs, like AWF Prestige or AXW Anonymous TV? With the REAL talent...]










[...]






[...Katie Moss is backstage with The O-Z~! The Master of the Bachata, and to a lesser extent the wristlock, TJ Zousa stands next to his partner, Brien O. Thomas. BOT is still suffering PTSD from watching that Hell's Bouncer promo three shows ago - continuity - but since that halfwit left the fed, Thomas is looking for a new gimmick. He still has nightmares though. The men are finally wearing matching tights... because they accidentally washed their whites with a red sweater. Pink is the new black and yellow. Killer Bees rule. The most consistent tag team in SWAT is standing against a blue backdrop that happily says "SWAT" in case you thought these two were setting the XHF Global Tag Division on fire.]

Katie Moss: My guests at this time are the O-Z, now gentlemen you have your hands full tonight with Strikefor---

TJ Zousa: Its great to be back... in DUBLIN~!!!!!!!!!!!

[...Normally name dropping the town gets a loud enough pop to hear backstage... there must be questionable acoustics back here.]

TJ Zousa: It looks like Strikeforce have bitten off more than they can chew! I've been practicing my Irish dancesteps all week <busts out a Ceili dance> - and I'm going to do a jig all over their asses! <stopping> You've heard of riverdance, Katie?

Katie Moss: It was pretty popul--

TJ Zousa <set dancing>: More like RIVERS OF BLOOD by the time I get through with Strikeforce! Sean nos dance, and so does TJ! See their first mistake was signing a contract to meet us here, in Dublin. You think I am going to let my boy <slapping Thomas on the chest> O'Thomas lose in front of his Irish fellows.

Brien O. Thomas: Its O. Thomas.

TJ Zouza <stops dancing>: What am I saying...

Brien O. Thomas: O'Thomas.

TJ Zousa: ...But we're FIGHTING IRISH in your home town right?

Brien O. Thomas: I'm dutch.

[...]

Katie Moss: What does the O-Z stand for anyway... because I thought it was your initials, but it sounds like the O is Thomas's middle name...

Brien O. Thomas: Odemar...

TJ Zousa <snapping at his partner like a quickstep>: Yes, you're dutch we get it. <maintaining composure like a ballroom dancer> O-Z - the Original Z-Gangsters. Its like Original Gangsters... only with Z-Gangster instead.

[...]

Katie Moss: I think we'll just stick with the short form... Jeremy we're going to head back to---

TJ Zousa: Just one minute Katie... sorry to side step you <more irish dancing> but me and Brien wanted to wish Rajiv Khan good luck in his match tonight against the Psychotic Goth. Its not every night one of us ENHANCEMENT TALENTS gets recognized as being worthy of a title shot, and we are all with Rajiv in spirit! Do us proud, Khan! <turning back to Katie> Just like we're going to crush Strikeforce... because...

I am The Zouz!

The Retirement Rhumba Royalty!

The Foxtrotting Enhancer!

Master of the Lambada!

Electric Boogaloo Breaking King TJ Zousa!

I got the moves that prove, I cannot be out mamboed by the likes of you!

Tap dancin' calypso steppin' sufi whirlin' robot bustin' bachata hustlin' bossa nova swayin' WILD turkey trottin' gangsta walkin' st. louis shaggin' western swingin' interpretative dance machine...

And I'll take your rhythm lacking head off clean!

If you skip to my jive....... you will not stay alive.

NOW LET ME GET BACK TO MY DOUGIE, BECAUSE ALL MY BITCHES LOVE-----------------------*

[SWAT World champion Radu Matei enters the frame, taking up much of the foreground, and effectively ruining this promo video worse than its talent was.]

Radu Matei: Come.

[The champion continues to walk...]

Katie Moss: We're in the middle of---

[Poor Katie, stood up by the O-Z. They though that was their best promo yet, but the hardest working men in SWAT fear the champion too much to stand up to him. One of the reasons they left the former GM in that box. ...One of the reasons. Without paying Moss the courtesy of dancing her off, Zousa and Thomas shuffle after the champion. The camera crew ditches the backdrop too, walking through the backstage area of Croke Park Stadium. The videographer has to bob around interns and push past grips to keep up pace. The O-Z are almost falling over themselves too, but Radu Matei is a man on a mission.]

Brien O. Thomas: What are we up to boss...?

Radu Matei <not looking back>: I have some real security coming in later, but for now, you'll have to do...

[There are follow-up questions, but The O-Z don't dare ask them. Reaching the backstage curtain, the champion pushes past an assistant director, shoving out through the curtains before his music can even cue up. The theme from Cannibal Holocaust plays over the PA system to a chorus of boos, but The Dixie Beast stalks down the aisle out of sync, more concerned with getting to the ring. The camera continues down after him...]

Jeremy Tucker: Well fans, it appears as though we're being joined by the world champion...

Andrew Fulton: The audience throwing trash, and Matei answering them with fistfuls of maggots! I love it! ...I had to dry clean my best suit after his locust stunt, so that wasn't cool... but I don't mind when it happens to other people.

Jeremy Tucker: Throwing garbage is not acceptable behaviour. The champion interrupting Katie Moss' interview like it meant nothing, to rope the O-Z into acting as extra muscle. Why doesn't he trust security - and who is he worried about attacking him.

Andrew Fulton: Radu Matei fears no one! ...But if Brewster shows up looking for a rematch, she can deal with some curtain jerkers more in line with her skill set. No, Matei is the scariest man in the XHF and he just happens to be OUR champion.

Jeremy Tucker: Well that fan in the Brewster match seemed to rattle him... what did he say, it was a number or something.

Andrew Fulton: I have no idea what you're talking about!

[Arriving at ringside, Radu Matei enters the ring. Brien O. Thomas attempts to follow him in, but TJ Zousa holds his partner back. They are there to deal with the riffraff nothing more.]

Radu Matei: Syndicate Wrestling... your champion has arrived.

*MASSIVE BOOS*

Radu Matei <opening his powder blue tux to reveal the world title around his waist>: ...And being champion didn't mean much before I took it. They went from having a legend in our sport KILLING HIMSELF to get recognized as it, to handing it to the saddest jobber on the payroll. We enter the XHF... and that halfwit represented the BEST we had to offer. Its no wonder the XHF brass aren't breaking down my door looking for title defences at the Night of Champions. This belt... it doesn't mean anything... but last week... we took a step forwards... I promised every SWAT employee that was run off REVENGE... and I gave them REVENGE.

The belt is only worth as much as its holder.... the champion...

...What is a champion's worth?

I proved it value over the Amazon title... raising its prestige... I gave MY people their revenge... proving I'm a man of my word.

MY WORD. That is important...

<angry smile> So imagine how pleased I was when got the booking sheet for this show, to find I had been turned into a liar.

MEN VERSUS WOMEN!

The battle of the sexes... men come out on top, and the slightly shittier General Manager loses her status, and we kind of slow burn the whole intergender hellhole this place was becoming, right? WRONG. Amazon was a region. What is the point of being the WORLD CHAMPION, if you do not represent ALL THE REGIONS. That was my problem with the last general manager... so as far as I'm concerned, women... AMAZONS have just as much right to challenge for the world title as men do.

I laid out a simple challenge... Timeless failed, Lucky Linda succeeded. I promised Linda La Fey a title shot this week...

*POP FOR THE MENTION OF LA FEY*

Linda was going to challenge me... yet I'm stuck with that time traveling half man instead. You would think on a show... named LUCK OF THE IRISH, than the Irish Bombshell that has LUCK in her damned nick name would be the SHOE IN ...TO HEADLINE AGAINST THE CHAMPION!

You're making me look bad.

What the fuck, Joe.

"YOU DON'T CALL THE SHOTS, THAT'S WHAT THE FUCK!"

[The crowd jeer again as Joe Pesci pushes through the back curtains. He waits on the entrance though, without Bruno around, there is NO WAY he's heading down to that ring. Matei might staple the General Manager's asshole shut to see if that stops him from talking...]

Joe Pesci: All season I'm trying to keep the broads in line, and the moment it looks like we have them back in the kitchen, you end up promoting them? What the hell is your deal, Matei!

Radu Matei: I put forward a question to see who actually had a passion for this company.  It wasn't you.  It wasn't your nephew.  For all his bitching about not being the main event, Alex Withers didn't do shit.  Timeless tried... but Timeless is all about Timeless... he once watched a Frostbite promo and didn't pick up on the fact that the name of the fed hadn't changed, if you know what I mean.

[Burn.]

Joe Pesci: Yeah well I don't care if the chick is all heart, feelings is the only thing other than curves they bring to the table!  Timeless IS the number one contender, based on his AMAZING Anzac Cup victory... a tournament HE BEAT YOU IN BY THE WAY.  You act all high and mighty, but all you've done in SWAT to prove yourself is beat that mangy Wildcat.  I enjoyed watching it, but that doesn't make you hot shit.  You want to improve the image of the belt?  The last time you were in the ring with Chianti - you didn't come out on top.

Radu Matei: The way I remember it, your nephew and his little friend needed the former general manager to steal that win.

Jeremy Tucker: The champ refuses to even mention Brewster's name.

Radu Matei: Your mouth is going to put Timeless into traction, Joe.

Joe Pesci <waving him off>: You don't scare me - we all saw you lose your shit over that fan last week.  194.

Radu Matei: shut.  up.

Joe Pesci <clownish laugh>: Can you believe this guy?  194!  194!  What the hell, is he afraid of math or something...

[Matei visible discomfort catches on with the crowd who start chanting the digits.]

"194!"
"194!!!!!!!"
"194!!!!!!!!!!!"           

Radu Matei <Covering ears, pale as a ghost, and SPITTING MAD>: SHUT THE FUCK UP!  YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE DEALING WITH!

Joe Pesci: Don't I?  You started this fruit loop!  Did you think you could treat Soutter the way you did at Sin City Showdown and there would be no consequences?  Leave The Bandit beaten in a pile of garbage, and not pay for it?  OH, we might be taking care of OLD BUSINESS in Frostbite, but you're in our crosshairs Matei.  The first step towards making you pay is one half of Chianti taking that world strap from around your waist...

[The audience is kind of conflicted, because this isn't really a shades of grey situation as pitch black.]

Radu Matei <composing himself>: So wait... <smirk> is Timeless part of the KGB then?  I just assumed that Chianti were there own separate thing, considering themselves too cool to hang out with senior citizens like Soutter and weak ass muscle men like Bruno. <turning to audience> Am I wrong?

[The saying what we're all thinking laughs these comments illicit, really make Pesci question letting his nephew create a tag team that's cooler than his stable.  The general manager doesn't respond, preferring to turn a sick shade of red.]

Radu Matei: Oh I got Soutter's number... and for making me DIRTY MY HANDS by wrestling that {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} Brown, and rescuing the SWAT world title solo... while he was too busy with his Frostbite feud?  Trust me when I say... the shit I did to your beard in that trash pile was just the beginning.  I keep ledgers too.

[Beard?  Pesci doesn't have a beard... oh... realizing that its a slur against his rugged overcompensating machismo Joe looks ready to run down the aisle and fight!  ...except that he actually is pretty scared of Matei and mostly putting on a brave face.]

Radu Matei: Well if Timeless is the number one contender... I look forwards to paying him back for the Anzac. <flinch> With interest.  ...But I gave Linda my word... I intend to keep it... so NEXT BATTLEGROUND... I will be defending the belt against her.  Don't book her anywhere else... because if I'm not in this ring TORTURING HER for caring about this place, then I will only be arriving to set the belt on fire.

Joe Pesci: You know what, as a reward for winning the world title tonight, I don't mind giving Turner next week off... so I'll let HIM defend HIS world title against Linda La Fey next week.  That's as cushy as it gets.

Radu Matei: Just make sure he and Bruno get sent the same hospital... it'll save you a trip.

Joe Pesci: OH and Matei... we may have to start delousing you when you arrive.  My office is still fielding pissed off phone calls over that locust stunt.

Radu Matei <eyes light up>: Funny thing, Joe.  When I was a kid, I'd always like the wrestlers that did something at the end of the match.  Throw a snake or a spider on their opponent... something gross and scary.  Opponents were unconscious from the finish, so couldn't defend themselves... waking up to realize the horrifying insult to injury they suffered.  What I've been doing with rats, worms, and maggots... that's been an extension of that.  More horrible creepy crawlies... slightly more scaring.  Depending on how the audience feel about my opponent... they either hope MORE for my victory, wanting the poor chump across me to lose... or they hope for my loss, saving my opponent the humiliation.  ...Seems like there is an easier way to get that visceral reaction I'm looking for... CUT OUT THE MIDDLE MAN.

Its hard to get the audience to care about my opponent being touched by bugs, with the kinds of opponents you give me.  Chianti, KGB, Soutter, Brown, the former GM... am I SWAT's biggest baby face?  It certainly feels that way.

Jeremy Tucker: Matei most certainly is not!

Andrew Fulton: Are we sure about that?

Jeremy Tucker: ..............the champion is speaking.

Radu Matei: If they don't care about the person I'm fighting... or me... who do they care about?  The selfish trash.  My little celebration after the former general manager?  Rather than rub her down with dung beetles, I let the audience deal with a horde of locusts... not especially dangerous - almost realistic - but less than pretty bugs.  Large legs.  Many legs.  A passion for jumping into eyes... nostrils... mouths... crawling around hair... ears... will they get inside?  Will they lay eggs. <chuckle> That shiver down your spine... that's why I'm still here....

And its my new celebration of choice.

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Joe Pesci: The fu---

Radu Matei: So Andrew Turner isn't fighting just for my belt, or for Soutter's dignity, but he's doing it FOR THE FANS.  ........because if I beat him, we're going to see a REPEAT of Amazons arena.

*MONSTER JEERS*

Joe Pesci: We'll... I'll... I'll go up to the damn rafters and crush ever one of them!  You... you'll never get away with this.

Radu Matei: Good luck with that Joe.  ...Don't fall.

[Given how cocky he looked at the start, the brains behind the KGB suddenly looks shaken, and the audience sick.  More than one crowd member is looking for a refund, but the majority have faith in Andrew Turner.  ...Or least want to watch 90% of the show, before they too ask for refund.]

Joe Pesci: ...I... no...

Radu Matei: I don't know if Timeless can still jump through time... but tonight... is a night he's going to REPLAY in his head for the rest of his life... running through it over and over again... was there something he could have done differently - like not get out of bed?  The chance to become world champion... and the horrors that followed.

<exiting through the ropes> I'm glad you're not scared of me, Joe...

[Picking up his speed, Radu starts to quickly stalk up the aisle to a chorus of boos, flanked by his loyal, intimidated but complicit, jobber army.  Joe Pesci tries to put on a brave front at the top of the aisle, but the moment Matei is within a hundred feet, the general manager dives through the backstage curtains to the safety of a LOT of security guards.]

Andrew Fulton: Well it looks like the winner of Timeless and Matei is going to defend against Lucky Linda Le Fay next Battleground.

Jeremy Tucker: But will either man have enough energy to stand up to her?  Tonight is going to be a WAR... and with Matei's promises that we'll get another swarm of locusts, I have the feeling the crowd is going to be firmly behind Timeless.

Andrew Fulton: I know I am, damn Matei, playing with my emotions!

Jeremy Tucker: It sounds like our world champion dealt with Lynn Brewster only to wind up on the KGB's hit list, and what's the deal with the 194?  The champ as cryptic as he is creepy.  One thing is for sure... we have a hell of an evening of action in front of us, and that main event is going to be one for the history books!

[Lucky Linda]

”HELLO DUBLIN!!!” Linda greets the crowd from the ramp way as they erupt in a chorus of cheers for the home town hero. She is in a “wanna get lucky” t-shirt and heads down the ramp to the ring high fiving the crowd on her way, a beaming smile.

“Home Sweet Home!” Linda stands in the centre of the ring, she is overwhelmed with the response from the crowd and almost loses it, wiping away a tiny tear. “Thank you guys, this is too much.”

The crowd chant “Welcome_Home” and it is deafening.

“I can tell you all one thing” States Linda and they stop chanting to listen to her. “There is no where else i would rather be!” Linda holds up a finger signalling she isn’t done “And ... there is NO ONE i would rather be facing!”

The crowd boo their other home town star, Avery McCullen. “I mean, what a low down stinking snake in the grass she turned out to be!” Linda shakes her head in disappointment. “I think about it a lot, i won’t lie, and it still eats me up inside. I wonder how long she had wanted to betray me, how long had the jealously burned inside her until she finally found the courage to stick the knife to me.”

“I mean, i will get over it.” Linda smiles. ‘I know that, and the best way to do so, is getting in this here very ring with her tonight and kicking the ever loving tar out of her!”

The crowd cheer. “She is a great wrestler, i know it, you all know it too. She defeated me once before, in the No Man’s Land Two Million Dollar Tournament. A tournament that she went on to win as i recall. Then we teamed together, and we were UNSTOPPABLE! The Irish Rose Bombshells! We took on and destroyed all comers. I was the Amazons Champ! She was my best friend. We have heard and seen the tale a thousand times before.”

“Good girl gone bad, this city is full of them.” Linda smirks to the camera. “None with half of the opportunities Avery has been given, or myself either for that matter.”

“Avery. You make me sick. If you wanted a match with me so bad, all you had to do was ask. We are now competing for a shot at the Amazons Championship, but its more than that, isn’t it. It’s not the belts, its not the glory. I mean, i have THE title shot next show! I got the winner of Radu and Timeless. World title shot! How lucky am i?” Linda smiles.

“Yet even with the Title Shot looming for next week, i can’t even really think about that right now, because all i want to do is tear you to PIECES!!!!”

The crowd pops “You want to mess with Lady Luck?” asks Lucky Linda. “You want a match with Lucky Linda La Fey?!” Demands Linda. “YOU GOT IT!”

“See you in the ring McCullen! See you in HELL!!!” Linda drops the mic and Linger hits as she heads back up the ramp way, determination and anger exuding from her ever paw.

[edwarddubin0604]

(The arena grows dark as the tron shows Psychotic Goth on the screen with Vampira next to him her arms crossed as both are surrounded by smoke.)

Vampira: "Dublin, Ireland hell has returned."

Psychotic Goth: "Ireland. The Emerald Island. The Land of the Irish. The Land that also gave birth to the Gaelic traditions and Celtic religions and cultural mores."

(He speaks in the old Gaelic tongue.)

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight Rajiv Khan has not reconsidered my warning to him and has decided that losing his life was more important than the providing of his family. Soon that waste of time shall be forever be put behind me and nevermore shall he be a bother to me."

(Psychotic Goth bellows in a Gaelic accent.)

Psychotic Goth: "Rajiv Khan your fate has been sealed and I shall massacre you easily. I shall crush you and then take your soul as mine and you shall forever be bound to hell never to return to this mortal plane."

(He pauses giggling evilly.)

Psychotic Goth: "You see the fates of your gods have condemned you and I shall make sure you get dragged to hell as your punishment. You are nothing to me and I shall treat you as such when I get through with you. You shall be worth nothing and still be worth nothing when I get through with you."

(He bellows in Gaelic.)

Psychotic Goth: "The only reason I'm giving you some attention is because you'll just be a footnote in SWAT history. You shall never exist again in SWAT's annals of combatants due to your worthless rantings about being mistreated. You'll know how it's like to be mistreated in the ring when I'm done with you. You shall be my bitch Rajiv Khan. You shall be my bitch."

(He laughs maniacally.)

Psychotic Goth: "Speaking of bitches there's a couple who think their the 'IT' couple of SWAT because of one little fluke accomplishment. However, as I warned last show that nothing shall stop me from driving you insane or even making your lives a living hell. I shall unleash nightmares that even you can't escape through time for solace. I shall unleash the ultimate horror upon the two of you to make you feel how it's like to suffer."

(He bellows in Gaelic then lowers his head and raises his arms before flinging his head back revealing his pale handsome gothlike looks.)

Psychotic Goth: "Beware all who were just warned of the consequences that await you. 'The King of the Goths' shall leave Ireland with the title around my waist and shall make sure I leave a curse on all who dared to challenge me. Those who insulted me shall feel the wrath of 'The Psychotic One' and see why I'm 'Satan's Chosen Warrior.' Hell and darkness shall cover the skies over everywhere I go. thus I have spoken and thus I shall carry out my threats and vows of my oath."

(The tron goes black as the arena lights go back on.)

[Vince Franklin]

[Backstage, the garage doors open and security awaits the arrival of a car. However, instead of a car, a horse drawn carriage enters the backstage area. The carriage is carved in an ornate design, painted white and purple. It is pulled by a gleaming white stallion, ridden by a young man in a loincloth and rippling muscles. The rider dismounts and opens the door to the carriage, helping Miss Violet out her seat. She is followed by the newest addition to the SWAT roster, the masked man known only as DRAMA.)

Miss Violet: I’m bored, darling.

DRAMA: as am I, my pet.

Miss Violet: I need to be amused.

DRAMA: I was hoping that SWAT would be just what we needed to bring some excitement into our lives, but so far, I am not impressed. Look at this match they have me in. I am taking on a reject from a bad horror movie, the most generic indy wrestler ever, and the base Create a Wrestler from a video game before you unlock any of the cool features.

Miss Violet: I have been looking at this roster, and I don’t think the alternatives were much better.

DRAMA: No, it is the same thing you see everywhere. Big guys who act scary but whine and complain and make excuses when they lose. There is no imagination. No originality. No flair. No….. DRAMA.

Miss Violet: So I guess you know what we need to do?

DRAMA: Create our own.

Miss Violet: What do you think your opponents will say about you before the match?

DRAMA: Oh, the usual. They are going to beat me up, they are going to hurt me, and they are here to prove they are the best, they have some kind of sexual hang-up related to violence and zombie movies. YAWN.

Miss Violet: So do you see yourself winning this match?

DRAMA: I suppose…..but really, does it matter? Two of these men are instantly forgettable, and the other is the fevered dream of a 14 year old obsessed with late night horror movies. Nobody is going to remember tem tomorrow. I feel it is more important to stand out in this match than anything.

[Miss Violet rubs her hands up and down DRAMA’s body.]

Miss Violet: We should probably get ready for your big match.

DRAMA: Look at me.

[DRAMA stands back and shows off his flowing, glittering robe and flamboyant ring attire. His mask gleams in the lights.]

DRAMA: I am always ready.

[Miss Violet, arm and arm with DRAMA, walks off towards the dressing room.]

[frostbite]

Crowd... YEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

We see several back stages running around with their heads cut off like a chicken trying to do their very best to get things down for the show, certainly I am sure Pesci has been cracking the whip after several disappoints of late. In the midst of the backstage hands running around, we see one gentleman leaning up against a wall, just watching this action going on and just shaking his head. The short blonde haired gentleman wearing a blue tee shirt with long blue tights and black boots. He continues to watch the people running around in disbelief, until one young man wearing a tan shirt with matching slacks and brown hush puppies walks to him. The young man who just might doing an internship because he looks quite young. Who can actually see sweat pouring from his short black hair down his cheek. The young man has a bottle of water in his hand as he walks over to the young man leaning against the wall.

Crowd.. YEEEAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!

Jermey Tucker.. It is Frostbite. Coming off a huge win earlier in the show.

Andrew Fulton.. You mean cheating to get his win over Bruno.

Jeremy Tucker.. Bruno called him out and he answered the challenge and well I might agree his methods might come into question, he did after all win the match and that is what is important.

Frostbite.. Thank you my good man.

He puts his hands on the young man right shoulder.

Frostbite.. What is your name son.

Backstage hand.. Robert.

Frostbite.. Well Robert I thank you for grabbing me this bottle of water. You know I appear to be public enemy number one around here and you can not to careful. But I will remember this act of kindness when I take over this company. I wil, make sure you have a spot.

Andrew Fulton.. Did he see he was going to run things. I think Bruno will drop him hard on his head.

A beautiful young blonde woman into the picture wearing a red top that is a little bit low cut if you know what I mean with black slacks and black high heel shoes. Frostbite turns his head to the left, we see that it is Katie Moss.

Frostbite.. ( turning to Robert) Excuse me it appears someone wants to do an interview.

Robert walks away as Frostbite looks Katie right in her eyes.

Frostbite.. Katie before we start this interview, do you wear that low cut top because Pesci told you to.

Katie gets ready to respond but Frostbite cuts her off.

Frostbite.. Do not answer that. Once I take over this place, I would like to see you in some suits maybe, be more business like. You do not have to dress sexy for the new boss.

Katie does not know what to say as she looks around before she begins the interview.

Katie Moss.. Well, anyway.. You had a huge when to kick off the show this evening against Bruno.

Frostbite.. I guess you could say that, but to be quite honest it was actually kind of sad.

Katie Ross.. A strange response from someone that just won a big match.

Frostbite.. Katie, that is not the Bruno that I know that I beat in that ring. That is not the same guy. Bruno is one of the toughest guys in this business. And has been for years. I am standing here and trying to think to myself when did Bruno become Soutter's bitch.

Crowd... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Frostbite.. Bruno has to realize that Pesci and Soutter are using him plan and simple because they are scared of what he could do. Bruno you know when we were back in the UCW days we were equal. I treated you with respect. We had fun going up and down the road together. But somewhere on those many roads we travel together you must have lost your balls. I hope someday you find them and maybe realize that you are certainly better than playing the role of being Soutter bitch. When you come to your sense, I certainly have a place for you in this company when I take it over.

Katie Moss.. What is this when you take it over.

Frostbite.. Katie, I have told everybody here in SWAT that I was going to burn this place to the ground and I mean every word of it. I am going to destroy Soutter when he heals up and we finally have our match. I promise you I will beat him to a bloody pulp. If you and the world think the beating I gave him when I tied him was something just wait until we get into that ring. His career is coming to an end.

Katie Moss.. Do you believe that beating was going a little over the top.

Frostbite.. Do you believe Soutter disrespecting me was going over the top. You do not ever questions my love for this business that is death sentence in my mind. Trust he is going to serve such.

He looks right into the camera with an intense look in his blue eyes.

Frostbite.. Soutter, I look forward to our match. Because after I finish you off once and for all then it will be onto other things.

Katie Moss.. That would be.

Frostbite.. Don't you ever listen. I am going to burn this bitch right to the ground. Either you are with me or against me. If you are against me, then you will burn like Bruno has just found out and Paul will soon and then Pesci as well. I told you I am going to rebuild this place from the ground up. I am going to make Pesci sell me this place and I am going to take over. But before I do that. There is one more thing I must do.

Katie Moss.. And that would be.

Frostbite.. If this interview is over. I do have the rest of the night off and I would like to grab a seat and watch some great action. The return of hardkore Johnny Valentine, the world title match, the amazon title match. So if you will excuse me..

Frostbite walks off as Katie looks confused.

Jeremy Tucker.. Strong words from Frostbite.

Andrew Fulton.. Does he really believe that he is going to buy this place from Pesci. He has really lost it.

Jeremy Tucker.. I wonder what he meant by he has one more thing to do before he can do that.

Andrew Fulton.. He will not better Paul Soutter will end Frostbite career once he gets his hands on him.

[greedy]

Robbie Cox walks out of the locker room wearing his "lucky" tights. They're glossy white with green four leaf clovers all over. He has on a white tank top that reads "follow the rainbow" with a irish flag colored rainbow leading towards his groin. His hair is pulled back into a pony tail and he has a huge grin across his bearded face. He catches sight of the camera and stops.

Is this thing on? Cox slaps at the camera.

Oh yea, there we go. Out of habit he takes his shirt off, and starts to unlace his tights, but suddenly he comes to. He smirks at the camera with a seductive smile.  

Sorry about that, guess I'm just used working more ... freely. Name's Robbie Cox, and for those of you who don... well let's not pretend here, most of you know I'm a semi-retired fantasy of your wife. Hell some even say it's the only reason Pesci even knows my name, he was a fan of Hairy Holes 3 from what I've heard. Not my best work, A disgusted frown forms on Cox's face or most enjoyable when I think about it. Guess you are what you eat! He says while pulling at his beard. But enough about that, I'm on to better things. This is my calling, I was born to be in that ring. Nothing compares to the pure adrenaline rush I get out there each and every nig .. Suddenly a middle age woman opens the door and upon seeing the camera, blushes before grinning at Cox while swiftly walking towards an exit down the hall. 

Jeremy Tucker: That's Kyle Anderson's mother! What is she doing here!?

Andrew Fulton: And what is she doing in there alone with Robbie Cox!?

Cox looks embarrassed. He starts to stutter a little bit before regaining his composure. Look, I know what it looks like ... but ... but I did not have sexual relations with that woman! I was ... scouting! You know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemy's family closer. Cox starts to look more confident. Yeah! Just scouting Kyle. She was letting me in on all the little tricks up her .. eh .. his sleeve. What good competitor doesn't do a little scouting? Thanks to all the knowledge I've gained I'd say I've gotten a big advantage too!

Cox quickly changes the subject. Forget about Anderson though, what about that one guy. What was his name? Llama or some shit like that? I don't know, but what I do know is any man that has to wear a mask to have a little mystery in his life has clearly never been to a truck stop bathroom in Texas. There's a lifetime of mystery there. Could be Linda, could be Bob, whoever it is what difference does it make? Like you'll ever know, just buckle down and enjoy the ride. 

Cox starts to look towards the exit impatiently. Look, it was great chatting and all but I've got to catch up with somebody. You can never be too prepared for a match. Cox starts to make his way towards the same exit Mrs. Anderson scurried to moments ago, looking around before slipping out. The camera moves towards the door and the sign that reads "Exit" on the door comes more into focus. Pesci walks into the camera shot and notices the sign. With a confused look on his face he removes the sign and the words "Janitor Closet" are seen on the true sign underneath. Hmm. Pesci mumbles to himself before walking off towards the locker room. 

[SWAT Team]

["Stand Tall" plays and the dynamic duo of Nick Roth and Shane Sky who sport matching trunks head toward the ring, they high five the fans on their way to the ring]

Jeremy Tucker : Coming up next, we have tag team action, with Strike Force making their return to SWAT against the O-Z’s.

Andrew Fulton : O-Z’s looking for their first win against Tito and Ricky and here we GO!

The teams are exchanging notes before they start the action in the middle of the ring. Brian O. Thomas and Shane Sky are the first to tie up, and they are trying to out power each other in the middle of the ring. They are very evenly matched, but Thomas manages to force Shane back to the corner. The referee breaks cleanly something the crowd seems to approve of. Brian backs up, and Sky advances out of the corner and goes to hook up again with Brian, but this time Brian hits Shane in the stomach with a flurry of knees to the stomach, followed up by Brian forcing Shane into the corner, and then he hits a knee to the abdomen of Brian’s stomach, and goes looking under the ring for something, but is coming up empty. Brian O. Thomas tags in TJ Zousa, who backs Shane Sky back up yet again, but Shane’s partner, Nick Roth, has had enough and storms the ring, but is forced out by the referee, and this allows Zousa to land some huge hits on Shane.

Jeremy Tucker: Some pretty good back and forth basics right here between two men who have been in this sport for a decent period of time.

Shane Sky fights his way back to his feet with TJ Zousa still hanging on to the headlock. He backs up into the ropes and tries to use momentum to throw Sky off, but Sky just drops into the ropes and tries to use the momentum to throw Zousa off, but Zousa just drops down to one knee to stop himself as he continues to apply pressure with the side headlock. Sky rises to a stand again, and Sky starts firing side elbows into Zousa’s gut until he’s free. Sky bounces off the ropes and takes advantage of the fact that Zousa is doubled over to plan him with a running facebuster! The fans are cheering now as Sky measures Zousa while he’s rising and smacks him with a step up enziguri.

Andrew Fulton: Finally! It’s about time we had some action!

Sky climbs up to the top rope as O. Thomas gets to his feet, clutching at his head and trying to shake off the cobwebs. He turns around and Sky catches him with a beautiful missile dropkick. The fans are on their feet as Sky Irish whips O. Thomas into the corner and follows him in with a dropkick to the chest. Sky tags in Roth and they both take O. Thomas out of the corner with a double suplex. Sky pulls O. Thomas up and drives him onto his knee with a pendulum backbreaker. He grabs O. Thomas by his long black hair and pulls him up so he can deliver a full nelson slam. Roth goes for the cover…

1…….

2…

O. Thomas kicks out!!


TJ Sousa starts to pull Nick Roth to his feet but Zousa quickly grabs him around the head and drops down into a jawbreaker. Zousa sumbles back as Roth gets back to his feet, He goes to kick Zousa in the gut, but Zousa catches his foot. Unfortunately Roth swings his other leg around and catches Zousa with an enzugiri. Zousa stumbles around still not going down, and Roth kicks him in the gut to double him over. Roth bounces off the rope to Zousa’s left and his partner O. Thomas makes a blind tag as he hits the ropes, and he flips over Roth and drops him with his variation of a flipping neckbreaker as O. Thomas has since climbed to the top rope. Zousa kicks Sky, as if looking for his chance to put his mark on this match. When Roth turns around in the ring, unsure of his surroundings, Zousa hits him with an elbow drop to Zousa chest, staying on him for the cover as Roth smirks and starts stepping out onto the apron…

1…….

2…….

Kickout!

Jeremy Tucker:: Great teamwork there!
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Zousa hops up onto the apron and climbs to the top rope as Roth starts to regain his breath. He turns towards the corner where Zousa’s perched and he leaps off with a flying clothesline, but Roth catches him, and slams him down to the mat! Roth pulls Zousa up by the hair and lifts him up for a suplex, stalling while he’s up in the air to allow the blood to rush to his head. After about a minute, stalling while he’s up in the air to allow the blood to rush to his head. After about a minute of holding him up in the air, Roth finally falls back with a suplex, causing Zousa to sit up clutching at his back in pain. Roth pulls Zousa up to his feet again and picks him up, dropping him with a sidewalk slam and staying on him for the cover…

1…….

2…….

Zousa gets a shoulder up! Roth pulls Zousa to his feet and drags him by the hair to his team’s corner, tagging out to Shane Sky. Sky climbs to the top rope while Roth picks Zousa up and does even more damage to his back by connecting with a backbreaker. Sky leaps off the top rope and hits a leg drop across Zousa’s throat while he’s on Sky’s knee. Sky exits the ring as Roth pulls him to his feet, then lifts him up and connects with a gutbuster. Sky pulls Zousa up by the arms and hooks him before connecting with a full nelson slam of his own.

Jeremy Tucker: Zousa’s going to be hurting on both sides when this is over.

Andrew Fulton: I’m not even going to comment on that.

Shane Sky pulls TJ Zousa to his feet and puts him in a waistlock and takes him over with a German Suplex, but Zousa blocked it and lands a few back elbows to make Sky let go before he shifts his position to connect with a Russian leg sweep! Sky gets back to his feet as Zousa seems to be moving like molasses. Zousa tags in O. Thomas and the team grabs Shane Sky, taking him over with a double suplex. As Zousa exits the ring, O. Thomas proceeds to lock Sky in a triangle choke. The referee asks Sky if he wants to submit, but Sky refuses. Sky reaches out with his leg, desperately trying to get his foot on the bottom rope. He gets close to doing so, but Zousa steps halfway into the ring and kicks Sky’s leg away. The referee quickly goes over and starts warning him about interfering when he’s not the legal participant, and while that’s happening Sky finally gets his foot on the bottom rope. Unfortunately, the ref is busy and can’t see it so he ends trapped in the triangle choke for even longer until the referee turns around and notices Sky’s foot on the ropes, counting up to four before O. Thomas finally lets go of the hold.

O. Thomas just shoots the referee a quick glare for warning Zouza, then brings Sky to his feet and grabs a front facelock before lifting Shane Sky up and dropping him with a front suplex. O. Thomas maintains the facelock as he pulls Sky backup and rolls him around into a neckbreaker. Zousa keep this grip and rolls the both of them back over on the ground as they both rise to a stand, and Zousa completes the combo with a vicious leg swing snap DDT! Some of the fans wince at the impact as Shane’s skull is spiked right into the canvas. O. Thomas goes for the cover…

1…….

2…….

Nick Roth enters the ring and breaks up the count.

Andrew Fulton: Now that’s how tag partners are supposed to work together in a tag match.

Jeremy Tucker: What? Bend the rules as much as possible and get away with anything?

Andrew Fulton: Who’s winning the match right now Jerry?

Zousa pulls Sky up into a front facelock and steps up onto the second turnbuckle in the corner for their team and O. Thomas is holding his hands up and backing off so he doesn’t tag. Zousa leaps off and drives Sky out to the center of the ring and applying a Boston crab. Sky winces in pain as he tries to crawl towards the ropes, the referee in perfect position should he tap. He gets close enough to the ropes that he can touch the bottom one with his finger tips, but Zousa is quick to drag him right back to the middle of the ring. He squats down lower to apply even more pressure to Sky’s back as he raises his hand, looking he's about to tap. Roth can’t stand to watch any more and enters the ring, charging at Zousa and nailing him from the side with a diving shoulder block to break up the Boston crab before the referee can intercept him. He pulls Zousa back and Irish whips him before yanking him back into a big short arm clothesline! Its at this point that Roth decides he should be in the ring too, and he charges in and hits O. Thomas to the mat. He kicks O. Thomas in the gut and hooks him before lifting him up and dropping him with a pumphande slam! O. Thomas rolls out of the ring clutching his back as the referee finally starts to get Roth out of the ring. Zousa is slowly getting to his feet, as is Sky, who is trying to shake off the cobwebs and figure out where he is. He sees Zousa and allows him to get back up into his grasp as he takes Zousa up and over with a big German suplex! The fans are on their feet as Sky starts to crawl towards his corner he makes the tag to Nick Roth and the fans erupt with cheers!

Jeremy Tucker: The O’Z’s are in trouble now! Its been some time since Roth has been in this match legally.

Andrew Fulton: Yeah, but he did quite a bit of damage illegally just a few moments ago.

Jeremy Tucker: He was getting impatient and was trying to help his partner. In that case I can’t really blame him.

’Zousa starts to get to his feet but Roth grabs him and Irish whips him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a tilt-a-whirl slam. Roth pulls Zousa back to his feet and starts trying to apply an octopus stretch, but before he can completely lock it in O. Thomas slides into the ring and starts clubbing Roth from behind, causing him to let Zousa just fall to the mat. O Thomas grabs Roth’s arms and drops him to the mat with a straight jacket sitout rear mat slam. The referee tries to force O Thomas out of the ring, but O Thomas pushes past him and pulls O thomas to his feet. He tries to apply a cobra clutch, but Sky has had enough and enters the ring, grabbing O Thomas from behind and forcing him to release Roth as he drops him with a reverse DDT! The referee tries to restore order as he manages to get Sky to leave the ring while O. Thomas is still down. Zousa gets up and takes advantage of Roth being taken out by O Thomas to pull him over to the corner and step up on the second rope while holding him in an inverted facelock, where he proceeds to flip into a diamond dust! Zousa makes the cover….

1…….

2…….

Kickout!

Nick Roth gets his foot on the bottom rope! Zousa looks frustrated as he pulls Roth up and hooks him for an inverted neckbreaker, but Roth elbows his way out of the predicament and forces Zousa into the corner, where he proceeds to nail him with some shoulder thrusts to the gut. This causes Zousa to slump down to a seated position in the corner as Roth moves to the opposite side of the ring. He charges at him, looks for a face wash, but O Thomas dives into his path and grabs his ankle, causing Roth to trip up and face plant on the canvas.

Jeremy Tucker:] O Thomas proving to be a caring tag partner by keeping Zousa from having his face rearranged,

Andrew Fulton: The referee needs to get some kind of control here, because O Thomas isn't the legal man and hasn’t left the ring in some time now.

O Thomas rolls Roth over and applies an Indian death lock, causing Roth to sit up in pain as the referee pleads with O Thomas to let go as he’s not legal. He starts a five count to get O thomas to release the hold, but only makes it to the three before he just barely moves to avoid Shane Sky coming to his partner’s aid by leaping off the top rope and landing directly on O Thomas’s chest to break the Indian deathlock! The fans are on their feet as Sky checks to make sure Roth’s OK then grabs O Thomas by his hair and throws him to the outside, following after him. Sky Shoves O Thomas against the security railing and starts laying into him with right hands. Inside the ring, Roth is getting to his feet while bent over, and Zousa quickly leaps on him and connects with a swinging neckbreaker. The cheers immediately turn to jeers as Zousa positions Roth and takes a moment to recuperate before slowly climbing to the top rope. He signals for a huge elbow drop but Sky grabs him by the ankle. Zousa desperately tries to kick him off and manages to do so, causing Sky to stumble right into a piledriver from O Thomas! Zousa proceeds to leap off with a HUGE dropkick to Roth’s back, dropping him like a rock.

Jeremy Tucker : Its all happening in there Fulton!

Andrew Fulton : This match has been all over the place, both teams giving their all, but only one can prevail.

Jeremy Tucker : Springboard crossbody from Shane Sky! He just nailed Zousa!

Andrew Fulton : Nick Roth fires up, he is calling for the fans to will him on and whips Thomas into the corner and follows in there with a big clothesline.

Jeremy Tucker : Nick almost takes Thomas’s head off with a huge Big Boot!

Andrew Fulton : Shane hammers Zousa with a spinning roundhouse, then drills him with a devastating spinning powerbomb!

Jeremy Tucker : O-Z’s look O-ver.

Andrew Fulton : Cover from Shane ....

Jeremy Tucker : One .............

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

THREE!!!!!

Strike Force win! They are victorious in their return to SWAT!

[Stand Tall hits and Strike Force celebrate in the ring as the O-Z’s try and work out what went wrong.]
[/i]

[strikeforce]

3...2...1....

Strikeforce is back...

Shane and Nick shown side by side

Nick Roth:
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages if you never have heard of us before we are the Strikeforce and SWAT guess what we are back. Better than ever i believe. My brother and i were here before and back. Why are we back? Cause SWAT is family to us we are happy to be back and top business is getting back to work, myself and Shane have been looking forward to returning back home and we are here now."

Shane Sky:
"So what are we going to do first mate?"

Nick Roth:
"Exactly that be show everyone who Strikeforce is, That is going to be at Luck of the Irish were everyone is going to see us compete against other tag teams. Those tag teams better be ready for us we are former Thunder SmackDown tag team champions and 2018 tag team of the year. I am not one of those guys to brag about my accomplishments and who i am being a second generation superstar. It's not all fame and glory for us, but we worked our butts off to earn those accomplishments hard worked paid off."


Shane Sky:
"Nick we are facing only one tag team?"

Nick Roth:
"Really now mate? Thought it was more tag teams, okay makes sense in who we are facing."

Nick responded to his brother Shane looking at him dead in the eyes

Shane Sky:
"The tag team we are facing is Brein O Thomas and TJ Zousa they are The O-Z? Cool name."

Nick Roth:
"Cool name yes in deed it is, but we may have a cool name ourselves but we are stronger than we look. Too strong bruisers right here lads second generation style, former tag team champions not bragging about it but we are proud... Thomas and Zousa we may not heard of you before, or we might not have crossed paths before in the past but we look forward to facing you two at Luck o the Irish. As we are excited to back here, we are excited to be taking on new opponents."


Shane Sky:
"Better than the top Guys."
smirked confidently as he pats his brother Nick on the shoulder


Nick Roth:
"That's 100% true, back to topic about our opponents we are ready... we are prepared to take you on..."


Shane Sky:
"Luck of the Irish... If i follow the end of the rainbow will i find a pot of gold?"


Nick Roth:
"Huh? Never mind what he said, but this will be our night Strikeforce is back and better than ever."

Shane Sky: 
"It feels good to be back here. Feels like we never left this place."

Nick Roth:
"Nope we never left, cause this is our home also. We may have been MIA but we always consider this place a home too."


Shane Sky:
"Oh right yeah we do."

Nick Roth:
"Yep aside from AUF, SWAT is our home too."

Shane Sky:
"You can check us out... I mean see us at Battleground 13 Luck of the Irish were you will see me and Nick take on Brein O. Thomas and TJ Zousa.... Brein has the same name like my dentist doctor."


Nick looks confused and nods his head

Nick Roth:
"Odd moment but never mind him, mark that in your calendar ladies and lads."

Shane Sky:
"Feels good to be back! Yes! SWAT we are back! Strikeforce is back!"

Nick and Shane smile as they their Strike Force pose and then walk away from the scene make their way through the hallways as they walk side by side continued walking side by side passing through some of the fans as they high five some of the fans and shake hands as they also take pictures with some fans and sign autographs as they walk side by side 

Nick Roth:
"It feels good to be back, i can't wait to see what we accomplish next."

Shane Sky:
"Win some gold?"

Nick Roth: 
"Yep we got that plan."

Shane Sky:
"Dream matches?"

Nick Roth:
"Yes those too many good opponents we are going to have, fantasy ware fare got real now. We will face those who we have in our list."

Shane Sky:
"Yep that's in our bucket list."

Nick Roth:
"That and much more, we made a list of things we plan to do and accomplish in SWAT."


Shane Sky:
"Especially make the fans very happy cause we going to do so much this year, they expect allot from us and we plan on giving them 100% the best of us."

Nick Roth:

"You got that right, this story ain't over just be continued."

[strikeforce]

Nick and Shane are backstage shown very proud to be victories tonight as they high five brothers by blood and second generation superstars who stare directly at the camera and look at each other.

Shane Sky:
"Man o man does it feels good to be back and tonight was our night. What an exciting moment for us. Boy oh boy feels good... I feel like we are on top of the world right now! WOO! We are victories over our opponents tonight."

Nick Roth:
"I won't shade our opponents tonight but they gave a heck of a performance bringing out the best in us that night, but both them brought the best of us tonight. Much respect for them, from us to them."

Shane Sky:
"Much respect, this is our return match we walked in with one purpose that's to show everyone who Strikeforce is and what they are all about in that ring and we did what we had to like every night we do and plan to do."

Nick Roth:
"Much correct Shane, we plan on always giving it our best, and won't go down with out  a fight."

Shane Sky:
"Tonight we didn't cause i got a heck of a tag team partner and best friend by my side. Not just best friend but brother."

Nick Roth:
"A brother bond that is unbreakable. We think alike and we work together, and together we are unstoppable."


Shane Sky:
"We are a rocket that will fly all the way to the moon... And idk where else too... But we are on a mission."


Nick Roth: 
"Yep a mission... And for those curious what's our mission? That's not just be the best to also make it to the top. That's right that's our goal but not just only goal but to wear some gold around our waist."


Shane Sky:
"Our first win and some gold? We going to work for that, don't matter who we go through we are going to work our butts to the top the old fashion way.."

Nick Roth:
"That's right Shane, we rather earn our opportunities than be given them."

Shane Sky:
"That's what we plan on doing, earn our opportunities, tonight was our night victories."


Nick Roth:
"Win for the Strikeforce tonight."

Shane pats Nick on the shoulder, Nick had a big smile on his face.

Nick Roth:
"Man oh man feels good to be back here, i am excited damn am to be back here our return match we are victories. And either win or loose we still not giving up, or quitting nope not us."

Shane Sky: 
"Nope not us, we don't go down with out a fight and tonight we proved that."

Nick Roth:
"Too all the tag teams, look out Strikeforce has arrived."

Shane Sky:
"We are here to stay... "

Nick Roth:
"Not a warning, not a message but to all the tag teams look out Strikeforce is going to the top... Got problem lads we can settle it in the ring name time and place..."

Shane Sky:
"You be warned now... And for our opponents you want a rematch against us, we be happy to give you a rematch..."

Nick Roth:
"Also Strikeforce is back!"

#StrikeForce
#SWAT4Life

[averymccullen]

Act 1: Coming Home


May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

Irish Blessing







Three Nights Before Luck of the Irish Show
McCullen Ranch, outside of Dublin, Ireland

The scene opens on the green rolling hills of Ireland. The camera moves over the vast farm lands, before coming to stop a long valley that ran along the mountainsides and into a area of lush and green trees that loomed over either side of a creek that wound itself over the rocks. Fish moved along in the stream as birds of prey tried to swoop down and catch them. The smell of the lush wild flowers and clover filled the air, mixing with the freshly cut grass and hay fields, while the sound of birds songs echoed through the trees. The camera soon focuses on the McCullen Ranch where cars lined the open field and the sound of music drifts from somewhere on the grounds. The camera moves toward the sound, and soon we come across the McCullen family pub. The door opens and all is head is loud music, and the smell of smoke drifts out, and a little bit of smoke escapes before it closes once again. The pub was filled with most of the family and a few familiar faces. Avery stood in the front of the room, with Mike at her side. She looks around the room and smiles. They had come back home from another winter on the warmer shores of Miami. The family was all together once again, but there was something more on her mind at the moment. The Battle of the Sexes had not gone the way she had wanted it to. She had Frostbite beat, until... Her eye twitches as she thinks about what Linda had done. Linda had cost her the match against Jade, and now against Frostbite. A loud whistle goes out through the pub, and Avery snaps from her thoughts as Shaun and Marty step up beside Avery.


Shaun: Welcome home! Tonight not only do we celebrate our return, but the night that we kicked those snake loving assholes that tried to invade our home.

The crowd cheers as Avery nods.

Marty: But our cousin and her friends made quick work of them with our help.

Shaun: But in just a few days our cousin here is going to face off against a woman that she once called a friend in Dublin!

The room erupts into cheers once again, as Avery raises a hand.

Marty: We might not be able to help you in the ring, but just know we will be in the crowd watching you beating the shit out of Linda making sure that she doesn't get any further in her career.

Shaun: She's going to be looked at like the hero while our little Avery is looked down upon as the villain in all of this. But we know the truth!

Once again the crowd erupts.

Shaun: Now I'm going to turn it over to the woman of the hour! Avery!

Avery smiles as she sets her drink down and looks out over the room.

Avery: Thank you for all being here. Tonight is a special night not just for me but for all of us. Almost 6 years ago we stood together and took down the bastards that were trying to destroy our home and hurt those that I loved dearly. But we showed them, and sent them all packing! And I'll do the same with Linda. She thinks she can get the better of me, and continue to piss me off, and keep me from getting what is rightfully mine! She better think again. She wants a fight and that is what I will give her. I'm not going to back down from her and let her think whatever this is over! She started it and I will damn well finish it! The blood of our ancestors runs through my veins and I will fight to my last breath and until I can no longer stand on my own.

The room erupts into cheers as Avery smiles.

Avery: The days are dwindling down, and I know that Linda is going to ready for anything that I can throw at her, and I will be ready for anything that she can throw at me. I'm going to give it my all because I am not going to fail. This is my time to shone, and to show the world why I am at the best at what I do. The McCullen name will be known all over the world, and when I put Linda in her place she will know that I have always been better than she will ever be.

With that Avery walks to the door as the crowd cheers. She steps outside as the music starts once again from within.

Avery: Linda I know that you are looking to put an end to me, and I am going to the same to you. I'm not afraid, let alone willing to back down from anything that you can throw at me. I will do everything that I can to destroy you and get what is rightfully mine. Something that you took from me a long time ago. Even when we were friends, I had started to resent you in my own way. I was happy for you, but... I've been fighting for that title since I first appeared in SWAT and everyone got in my way, but now you are the last step to get there, and I will make short work of you. And I don't plan on holding back, or walking away without the win under me. So bring everything that you have to the ring, and show me why you think you're better than me. See you soon and good luck... You're going to need it.

Avery smiles as she turns and heads back into the pub, as the door closes behind her, with the scene fading to black.

[radu]

[Staggering into the change room, The Original Z-Gangsters can barely look up at their inspirational poster of Tony "Tiny" Lister flexing.  Another night, another loss.  Staggering over to the benches, Thomas starts to take his boots off, while Zousa ices his knee.  Its going to be a rough rhumba class he teaches tomorrow...]

Brien O. Thomas: I'm getting pretty sick of losing...

TJ Zousa: Its not about the finish... its about getting to the finish.  That was a damn good match.  I got no complaints, you have any complaints?

Brien O. Thomas <catching the camera present before pulling off his trunks>: It would be nice if the locker rooms were off limits for camera feeds...

TJ Zousa: Take pride in tonight, Ogdemar!  When you watch back that match later instead of watching the rest of the show, because Luck of the Irish has limited tag matches, and tag matches are the best!  Recognize that The O-Z, Strikeforce - neither team was invited to the Anzac Cup... but what the four of us just put on in the ring?  That was a clinic!  That was WAY better than ANYTHING that went down at the Anzac Cup... Bracode... Brocode... Chianti... The Hired Killers and The Fairtexes.... NONE OF THEM put on a tag match HALF as good as us tonight.  We didn't win?  So what.

Brien O. Thomas: You're right, TJ... Nick... Shane - thanks for tonight.

TJ Zousa: Great match Strikeforce - congratulations on a hard fought win.  Welcome back to SWAT...

Brien O. Thomas: And the rest of you so called teams... we aren't going down easy!  Chianti - you might get the win, but if the match is halfway watchable - the fans know who to thank.

[The O-Z go back to licking their wounds, a little tougher than when the evening began.]