Battleground #14 : Beatdown in Blackpool (Show)

[SWAT Team]

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

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome folks to SWAT Battleground! Welcome to Blackpool!

Andrew Fulton : Man, what a show last week in Ireland! Radu and Timeless knocked it out of the park in one hell of a battle! Thought we were going to have a new champion there Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : You and me both, until Psychotic Goth made his presence known and cost Timeless the gold. Something tells me that is going to come to a head, sooner rather than later.

Andrew Fulton : Brewster retained her Amazons belt, and also made a deal with the devil, The Devil Mr Joe Pesci, and coming up, at the Tribute show she will face a wrestler of his choosing, if Brewster wins, she gets the fed back, if not, she is fired as GM and becomes Joe’s SLAVE!

Jeremy Tucker : Huge stakes. Tonight shapes to be just as big a show as last week, with Radu defending the Gold against Lucky Linda La Fey! Also we have the Amazons belt on the line with Lynn Brewster meeting Avery McCullen!

Andrew Fulton : Avery has a new attitude and i like it! Let’s not forget my fav girl, Blaze Freya, and she gets a shot at Olympia and her Pan Am gold. Go Freya!

Jeremy Tucker : That and so much more, including the return of SWAT Royalty, DANIEL COLLINS returning to in ring action, and WRESTLING LEGEND COBRYN! That’s right folks, Cobryn. He returns to in ring action, lacing up the boots once again to tag up with his mentor Hardkore Jonnie Valentine.

Andrew Fulton : Jonnie returned to action massacring Levi Bliss last show, and he still has it, if Cobryn returns half the wrestler he was, these two will be unstoppable here in SWAT and the XHF!

[Evil green mist bellows out of the ring entrance as a woman screams and Psychotic Goth laughing maniacally as "Welcome To Your Death" by Annihilator plays and Vampira leads Psychotic Goth to ringside in chains while holding Psychotic Goth's homemade weapon. He ignores the ringsiders and stops at the ring for Vampira to unlock the chains and Psychotic Goth rubs his wrists hard as he climbs the ringsteps and enters the ring and stands in his corner. He slowly takes off his trenchcoat and jewelry before he lowers his head and raises his arms before throwing his head back revealing his pale handsome gothlike looks looking and snarling like a demonic maniac crazed and intimidating as he is given his homemade weapon and he caresses it before placing it in his corner for Vampira to hold until it's time for Psychotic Goth to use it.]

Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the SWAT HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, currently in the ring, Brian Acres! And his opponent, hailing from the Depths of Hell. Coming in at 6’5 and 235 pounds ... accompanied by Vampira ... the SWAT Hardcore Champion, PSYCHOTIC GOTH!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Frank barely has the words out of his mouth and Goth charges Acres and cracks him with his Hardcore Belt.

Andrew Fulton : Goth flips Acres over with a lightning belly to belly suplex.

Jeremy Tucker : Vampira throws a garbage can into the ring, and Goth slams it over the skull of Acres, then places it on top of his head, he then is thrown a kendo stick by Vampira which he promptly catches and then smashes into the garbage can.

Andrew Fulton : Goth is a mad man, i can’t believe he cost Timeless the World title last week, Timeless must be livid.

Jeremy Tucker : He is. Goth can handle him though, and anyone else here in SWAT.

Andrew Fulton : We will see about that. Goth Russian leg sweeps Acres, the trash can still on his head, he heads to the top rope and drops a leg on the trash can.

Jeremy Tucker : Brian Acres isn’t moving, this is a massacre by Goth.

Andrew Fulton : GTR!! Goth Torture Rack!

Jeremy Tucker : Goth has him up, and Acres is tapping! This one is OVER!

Andrew Fulton : That was an execution!

Frank Salazar : Winner of the match, and STILL SWAT Hardcore Champion, PSYCHOTIC GOTH!!!

[Welcome To Your Death by Annihilator blares as Goth and Vampira celebrate making their way to the back.]

Jeremy Tucker : What a start, we’ll be right back folks after this quite commercial break with some words from our wrestlers and more action coming your way!

[Timeless]

Webber : Timeless! A word please.

Timeless : I got more than “a” word for you Webber.

Webber : In Ireland you had the world title in your grasp, and all that changed when Goth interfered in your match ...

Timeless : (interrupting) GOTH!!!! WHERE’S YOUR HEAD AT?!!!

You must be the stupidest mutha fucker in the whole SWAT, and that is saying something in a fed riddled with Hells Bouncers, Lynn Brewster’s and Martin Nincompoops!

Webber : I don’t believe he is with the company any longer Timeless.

Timeless : Shut the Fuck up Webber and hold the damn mic.

Goth. You just signed your own death warrant pal! My old coach told the battlers an old saying as they tried to keep up with me on the training track, ‘know your limitations.’

Freak, there is a tiny part of me that is glad you cost me the belt, because now i get to beat you within an inch of your life. It’s like, ‘i wish i was there when he keyed my car, it would have been worth him keying my car just to catch him keying my car’. That’s what just happened with us Goth. As bad as it was you costing me that match, there is always a bright side, and that bright side, is me tearing YOU APART!

Webber : Wow. How is Roxylishus? She suffered quite the injury at Luck of the Irish.

Timeless : Ask her yourself.

[Roxylishus steps out of the limo, she is wearing a skimpy top, her hot jugs bursting out from it, and a neck brace, she looks both incredible and fragile.]

Roxylishus : Check it out, I’m down, but I’m not out. I am still breathing. Timeless is still breathing. We had it all in our hands, the plan working to perfection, Joey poisoned Radu, he was history, i missed it on the way to the hospital, but i have seen the replays, it was in our grasp, then bloody Goth sticks his fat stinking nose in where it doesn’t belong.

Timeless : It was in our grasp. I could smell it. I could taste it. And not the maggots and locusts, the gold, i could taste the gold.

Webber : After that epic encounter, you must be in line for another shot, a rematch.

Roxylishus : You know it! Everyone knows it! SWAT know it! Radu knows it! He doesn’t like it, but he knows it! Even the Strike Force and the rest of the unwashed know it.

Timeless : Strike Force. I can’t believe they have crawled back here.

Webber : Well, speaking of, you and Joey are scheduled to meet them later tonight.

Roxylishus : Strike Force?

Timeless : We want GOTH!

Webber : He just wrestled.

Roxylishus : WHAT!?

Timeless : I’ll get him. I’ll get Radu! I am not done with him. Strike Force, my only advice for you right now, is simple. RUN! While you still can! As far as you can from SWAT and the likes of Timeless and Joey! WE ARE CHIANTI DAMN IT! I am going to unleash all of the frustrations from Ireland on your sorry excuse for a tag teams asses!

Webber : Your old nemesis Daniel Collins is back. He returns tonight as well.

Roxylishus : Ohhh, just great.

Timeless : Some people will never learn. He is a glutton for punishment that is for sure. Let’s go Roxy, this interview is over.

[Roxylishus and Timeless move away from Webber, Timeless goes to storm past him then realises Roxy can’t keep up in her injured condition and he glares at Webber as they pass him and leave the shot.]

Webber : But i didn’t get to ask you about the fans cheering for you at Luck of the Irish. Well, there you have it guys, Timeless and Roxylishus, they mean business and i wouldn’t want to be standing in their way.

[Lucky Linda]

“Some people say, she gets all the luck” States Lucky Linda. The SWAT Tron lights up and she is leaning on a graffiti strewn wall near the River Lilley in Dublin. She is wearing a SWAT Amazons t shirt and black denim pants.

“What can i say?” Linda asks the camera. “The harder i work, the luckier i get. I just went to war with my old best friend, Avery McCullen. Right here in our homeland.”

“This is where i grew up.” Linda motions the surrounds. “This is where i learned to fight. To survive. Most people, after waging war like we just did and falling short, would either pack up their bags and run away. Rage quit. Like them Witches did. Others would be too gutless to do that, and just simply fade away never to be heard from again. Tell their friends they are ’too busy’.”

“Not this Amazon.” Linda smiles. “Seems i get all the luck. Sure Avery won the match, we all saw it, and we all saw how she did it. That’s who she wants to be now. Good luck to her with that. We will meet again, and she won’t be quite so lucky! That I assure you all out there!”

“But as i was saying, even after that setback at Luck of the Irish, things just seem to go my way all the time, what can i say. Avery gets the big W, and a shot at the Amazons belt, but I!!! Lucky Linda La Fey! I get a shot at the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!”

“How about THAT?” Linda beams. “So who really won Avery?”

“That’s right. Live in Blackpool, I’m stepping in the ring with Radu Matei. The Beast of Dixie they call him. When i am done with him, he will be whistling Dixie.” Linda winks to the camera.

“He thinks hand picking me is some easy win? He thinks he has outsmarted the world selecting myself. Let me tell you something Radu Matei. You just made the biggest mistake of your miserable life!”

“I am not afraid to get in the ring with any man.” Linda stands up straight. “I just went toe to toe with Mark Maddox, and sure, he is no World Champion ...” Linda smirks to the camera. “but the world saw i can mix it with the big boys, and come tonight’s main event, i am going to more than mix it! I am going to shock the World.”

Linda moves away from the wall and starts walking through the uncut grass. “So here i am, taking the Amazons to a new level. Doing it for the ‘sisters’.” Linda rolls her eyes. “and what do i see when i look up social media. Is it talk of Lucky Linda taking on the World Champ? Is it even talk of Avery hooking up with Brewster? Ohh no. What i see is some waste of space Suzi Spits spruiking some upcoming match here with Blaze Freya. Like it’s meant to be some big deal.”

“Look Spitz!” Linda glares to the camera. “You have come and gone from here more times than i can count. You ruined my Amazons World Title win! Then, disappeared. You are the most over hyped under performing wrestler i have ever seen.” Linda comes to a cyclone fence and leans up against it. “You think you and Freya is some dream match? She is working her way up the mid card. She is busy playing footsies with Marie and Sinstone, and making love eyes with Fulton and the Fairtex Dynasty. Which while not much i know, is ten times more than you have accomplished around here. We have the best wrestlers in the world. The Hired Killers! Wildcat Lynn Brewster! Joanne Cannelli! LUCKY LINDA LE FAY! Hell, even Avery McCullen! All head and shoulders above the likes of you. And that’s only the girls!”

“Wow! She really gets under my skin.” Linda shakes her head. “I’d like a piece of her myself, but we all know she will pull a disappearing act before that could eventuate.. Who cares, bigger fish to fry for me, in the form of the World Champion. After tonight, former World Champion.”

“Radu! Bring all the creepy crawlies you like to the ring. Bring what ever you have, you better, because if you under estimate me for one moment, three seconds later, it will be all over, and i will be the first ever female to hold the SWAT World Title! “

“Radu, you have to ask yourself a question. Do you feel lucky? Well, do you? PUNK!?

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(Olympia is standing in the lockerroom her arms down and fists clenched the look on her face is that of intensity and focus.)

Olympia: "They say 'be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.' Blaze Freya you're about to experience what that expression means."

(The scene flashes to the Battleground 13 and Blaze Freya's attack on Olympia.)

Olympia: "In Dublin, Ireland, at the last Battleground 13: Luck of the Irish, Blaze Freya decided to be a coward and attack me from behind all because she was offended that her boyfriend Andrew Fulton was taught some respect for his comments about a wrestling legend."

(The scene flashes back to Olympia in the lockerroom still in the same stance her expression not changing.)

Olympia: "No one and absolutely no one has the right to insult a legendary Hardkore World legend and thin they can get away with it. If it was your father that your boyfriend Fulton insulted would you go with it or would you teach Andrew a lesson for insulting your father. Or would you
actually stand by him all the way. My guess would be you would make him apologize to your father. Prove me wrong Blaze. Prove me wrong."

(The scene flashes to Olympia pounding her fists.)

Olympia: "He makes sexists comments and then wants to have sex with them including Roxylishus. Why are you not upset that your boyfriend, Andrew Fulton, is pining for them and wanting to get in bed with each and everyone with him. Are you good with that Blaze and if you are how many men did you do it with yourself. That makes you just as much of a sex pervert as he is."

(The scene flashes back to Olympia's face the expression on her face more intense and focused.)

Olympia: "If that's the way you like things Blaze Freya. That's how you can enjoy your life along with your boyfriend Andrew Fulton and if you don't like what I just said. Too bad Blaze. Too bad. You want to defend your boyfriend Andrew Fulton's cheating that is your right. Look at the expression on my face Blaze. Look real carefully and see the fire and focus that it contains. See what you are about to unleash in the ring and what your fate will hold for you."

(The scene flashes to show Olympia throwing lightning kicks and punches.)

Olympia: "You started a war with me Blaze and you're going to get just that. This won't be just some straight up wrestling match. This won't just be just any fight. This is going to be an all out brawl and I can do it all three ways Blaze. The question is can you finish what you started with me or will you be just be all talk and be a coward and run and cheat. Prove me wrong Blaze. Prove me wrong. I dare you to prove me wrong."

(The scene flashes back to a close up of Olympia's eyes with a more deadly focus.)

Olympia: "Do you think that just because you have the hometown advantage of being in Blackpool, England means that you're going to beat me. You think that just because the fans will be either behind you or partially behind you means you're going to win. If you think that way then you'll be lucky to survive my wrath. I shall unleash my wrath for attacking me from behind. I may not even wait and decide to go after you before the match begins. If you dare call me a coward for it. Then you are a hypocrite since you did the same to me and consider yourself forewarned since you did the same."

(The scene flashes to Olympia unleashing lightning quick knees and elbows.)

Olympia: "My father always told me that you settle things in the ring and that's just what's going to happen. You and me Blaze will collide in the ring and we'll see how tough you are. He always said that those who wronged him in the ring would pay the ultimate price and that's exactly the advice I'm going to follow when it comes to dealing wit you in the ring. Consider yourself further forewarned."

(The scene flashes back to Olympia's eyes that are burning with a focused and murderous rage.)

Olympia: "I am Olympia....."

(The scene flashes to Olympia punching deep dents into lockers.)

Olympia: "I'm coming into Blackpool, England as the SWAT Pan Amazons Women's Champion......"

(The scene flashes with Olympia throwing kicks at the trashcans in the lockerroom.)

Olympia: "I plan to leave with the SWAT Pan Amazons Women's Championship....."

(The scene flashes to Olympia pounding her fists the expression on her face more dark and ominous but still focused.)

Olympia: "At the appropriately named Battleground 14: Blackpool Beatdown. It shall be just that......"

(The scene flashes to Olympia's eyes still focused but unchanged.)

Olympia: "It's going to be a true beatdown. Let's see if you can back up anything you say and threaten to do. I'm coming in just as ready and
even more focused and I'm ready to back up everything I say and do. Beware I'm not going to show no mercy and the fate of the gods shall decide what consequences shall be set upon me. Be assured one thing Blaze Freya I shall make sure you pay the ultimate price and y0u shall see what your ultimate fate shall be."

(The scene flashes back to Olympia standing in the middle of the lockerroom in the same stance.)

Olympia: "Be ready to watch your back Blaze Freya. Be ready for anything that's coming for you. You were warned."

(The scene goes black.)

[averymccullen]

Act 1: Another Victory and a Chance at Gold

If you believe in yourself and have dedication and pride - and never quit, you'll be a winner. The price of victory is high but so are the rewards.
Bear Bryant


Hampshire England
English Manor


The scene opens on the beautiful rolling hills of England. The lush green grass was tall in places, while other spots had been trimmed down, and kept. A low stone wall is soon seen along the road before becoming a tall stone wall with wrought iron along the top. The stone wall ran along the long stretch of road, and soon a wrought iron gate appears with a big "E" in the middle of it. The massive dark colored brick house sat at the top of a horse shoe driveway with all trees lining it. The camera moves to the interior of the home where we see a white marble floor, with a large crystal and gold chandelier hanging above it. The sound of voices are heard coming from somewhere in the back, to an indoor pool surrounded with glass walls and a glass roof letting the sun cast its light over the clear water. We see an all to familiar face dressed in a two piece dark blue bikini, laying on a lounge chair with a dark haired woman sitting beside her dressed in a black and white two piece bathing suit. This was Emma, Shaun's wife. Shaun and Mike are in the pool with Lizzy and Shaun's little girl Anne. The little girls squeal with delight as they are pulled through the water on float rings. The smell of chlorine filled the air, but it was faint, mixing with the smell of a vanilla tart burner near the corner of the room.  Avery smiles as she watches Mike and Shaun with the little girls as Emma looks over at her.

Emma: You know we're lucky to have them.

Avery: That we are. This is nice. I needed this.

Emma: I can imagine. After the last couple of weeks that you've have I'm surprised you're still standing.

Avery smiles and takes a drink from he glass that sat beside her.

Avery: It takes a lot more than what I've been through to put me down, or keep me down for that matter.

Emma nods as she stretches.

Emma: True. You are a McCullen after all.

Avery: Damn right. I've made it this far and I'm going to keep it going as long as I can. Do you miss it?

Emma Sort of. I mean I've been helping the with local charities and such, but I don't know... It's just not the same you know.

Avery: Yeah I do. Being pregnant with Lizzy was long enough for me. I wanted to go back to the ring but they wouldn't let me.

Emma smirks.

Emma: With good reason.

Avery: Yeah you're right.

She laughs as she drinks the rest of the drink in her hand.

Emma: When do you have another match?

Avery: In a few days... I'm taking some down time if nothing else. You  know you should really sign back on.

Emma: I would like to but I don't think I should... I don't want to be away from Anne that long.

Avery: At least think about it.

Emma nods.

Emma: I will.

Avery's phone goes off, and she smiles as she looks down at the message. She responds and puts it back on the table out of the reach of the splashes.

Emma: You look like you caught a canary.

Avery: You could say that... I have a title shot.

Mike looks over at her smiling as he guides Lizzy toward the edge of the pool.

Mike: Against who?

Avery: Lynn Brewster. It's for the Amazon title.

Mike: You know I'll be in your corner Avery.

Shaun: So will we. 

Avery smiles softly as she gets to her feet.

Avery: I know.

Mike: Where are you going?

Avery: I'm going to get some air. I'll be back in a few minutes.

She grabs the pair of black jean shorts and slides on a pair of black flip flops before heading out into the beautiful manicured lawn.

Avery: Lynn you and I both know that I've been cheated out of the Amazon Title from the time that I had come into this company. I've come close each and every time that I've gotten a shot. But this time it's mine. I know that you've been champion for a while, but your time has come to an end and mime is just beginning. I've betrayed a friend just to get what I want, and even then I was cheated out of the big title all thanks to Linda, but not this time. I have my sights set on what I want and I will get it, no matter what I have to do to become the new Amazon Champion.

She smiles as she walks along the light colored stone pathway.

Avery: Lynn I don't have anything against you. I mean you stood up to Pesci and I have to admit that was an awesome thing to see at the last show. So when I beat you for the Amazon title it's nothing personal, just business between us. I've been waiting for this chance for a while now and I'm not going to squander it. I'm going to give you a fight Lynn because I know you will give me one, and that is one thing that I am looking forward to. Linda put me through hell and back but once again in the end I managed to over come all odds and got the win, and our match won't be any different. I'm going to put everything I am, everything that I have into this match and show you why I am meant to be the Amazon Champion.

She continues to walk along the pathway that lead toward a gazebo that sat in the middle of a large pond. The wooden bridge extended out over the still water here a few lily pads sat with the colorful flowers upon the deep green leaf.

Avery: Lynn I don't know if there is really anything else that I can say to you about our match. I am a woman of few words, and I rather let my talents and my fists do the talking. Lynn bring everything that you can into this match and try to keep the title away from me, but we both know it's not going to be enough to do it. See you soon and good luck... You're going to need it.

She smiles as she continues to talk across the bridge and soon reaches the little island with the gazebo on it.

Avery: (Voice Over) "And teeming with souls shall it ever be. "And when I vest my flashing sword And my hand takes hold in judgement I will take vengeance upon mine enemies And I will repay those who hase me O Lord, raise me to Thy right hand And count me amoung Thy saints ."

She stares over the pond as the scene fades to black.

[BlazeFNfreya]

”GX FUCK YXURSELF TIL YXU BLEED! MXVE!!!”

-Scarlxrd’s LIVING LEGEND plays over our scene as we fade in on the one and only Blackpool Bombshell who is standing in a dark room, headbanging to the song in the only lit up corner around. She’s wearing her red wrestling attire, topped off with her classic choker necklace. She seems to be enjoying herself, smirking and carrying herself very loosely. While the song plays, we’re shown a quick replay of Olympia’s entrance being interrupted by Blaze’s signature TORN! What follows is an image of Olympia being pinned by the Amazons Champion, Lynn Brewster. The sound of the ref’s hand smacking the mat three times echoes before we’re brought back to the dimly lit hotel room where Blaze Freya is now kneeling down in the corner, laughing hysterically-

Blaze Freya: Why hello there, O. -Waves politely- I must’ve hit you pretty hard, eh? I mean, shit, I hit you so hard you couldn’t even remember which direction I hit you from! Do you know how many opponents I’ve speared from behind? None, because that isn’t a spear, sweetheart. You wanna talk about warnings, I warned you I was coming. I told you to check every corner n’ then I came around a corner n’ tore you in half! You don’t have to lie to me, you don’t have to lie to these fans or to yourself, saying I attacked you from behind when I didn’t. You may have not been ready, you may have not seen me coming but that just makes you stupid. It doesn’t make me a coward, O. A coward wouldn’t have warned you first, a coward wouldn’t have hit you with their signature move FROM THE FRONT! A coward would’ve hit you in the back of the head with a weapon of some sort. I didn’t need a weapon, though, did I? I hit you one time, O. -Holds up her index finger- One time was all it took to cost you your championship match so what in the blue hell makes you think you have what it takes to beat me when you didn’t have what it took to beat Lynn Brewster after I hit you only one time? I could beat you AND Lynn Brewster at the same damn time if I was given the chance to, no matter how many times you hit me beforehand! You aren’t a badass, Olympia. I understand you want to be, I get it… You wanna be the big bad dom bitch who comes in being showered with cheers from the fans! And you want to be that because you’re not that. I don’t give a flying forearm if I’m cheered or not, they could all boo in my own hometown n’ guess what? I’d still leave as your new Pan Am Champ cos’ whether they like me, dislike me, love or even hate me, I’m still a better wrestler than you are! This show could be in your hometown, my hometown, Abraham Lincoln’s hometown- Doesn’t matter! Here, there, wherever we are I am still a better wrestler than you! You can use whatever argument your tiny lil brain can think up n’ it still won’t change the facts. Say Andrew Fulton is my boyfriend sixty-seven times in one speech, pfft, cool story, O. He isn’t my boyfriend, he’s a commentator who was doing his job and to answer your question of: “What would I do if he said my dad wasn’t a good wrestler” or whatever dumbass question you asked, I’d do absolutely fuckin’ nothing! I’m not some softie with my panties in a bunch, I don’t feel the need to correct anyone’s opinion or slap them or make them apologize for having one! It’s people like you who whine endlessly on social media about this person thinking this n’ that person thinking that! I hate people like you, Olympia! You make me sick with your crybaby way of thinking, if your opinion is ‘I’m a cocksucking slut of a woman’, so be it! You’ll look so much worse when you’re made to look like a jobber by this cocksucking slut of a woman but have it your way! I don’t care what your opinion of me is, I don’t care what Andrew Fulton’s opinion of me is or what anyone elses opinion of me is, I know I’m the greatest female athlete on this roster n’ that’s good enough for me! You can disagree, everyone can disagree or everyone can kiss my ass and agree with everything I say, that’s the beauty of opinions! They only matter when you allow them to. Whoever taught you to react to every little thing is a bigger asshat than you are! Not everything needs a reaction n’ when you give everything such a big reaction, it makes you look weak. However, I believe you are weak so maybe that’s a good thing! Maybe you’re just looking like what you truly are, you little weakling bitch!

-Blaze stands up to her feet and struts toward us, her icy blue eyes filled with a fiery confidence as she hangs onto the straps of her red sports bra. The movement of her hips are a huge tease, and the way she’s tugging ever so slightly on those straps is an even bigger tease-

Blaze Freya: You failed at becoming Amazons Champion because of me, you’re going to fail at defending your Pan Am Championship because of me. I am too much for you to handle, I won’t have to cheat to beat you n’ I’ll be genuinely surprised if I even have to break a sweat. You’re nothing special, you’re nothing to worry about n’ you’re nothing in comparison to me. I didn’t get to where I am through sucking dick, I got to where I am by beating up stupid bitches like you. By the time I’m done, you’ll be wishing you could suck your way to the top cos’ you for damn sure won’t be able to fight your way there. I’ll give you an immediate rematch if you want it, I’ll give you as many rematches as you request! Just know, asking for a rematch with me is like asking for another loss to add to your record. I’ll leave the running and cheating to you, you’ll need at least four tricks up your sleeve to even survive this match. I don’t know how many you’d need to win it but even with more tricks than a silly rabbit and a group of kids, you’re still gonna need more. No matter what you bring to the table, no matter how hard you fight, it won’t be enough. You seem to be obsessed with the thought of me fucking Fulton… -Giggles adorably- I’d much rather fuck you right in the middle of the ring after dominantly defeating you for the beautiful hunk of gold n’ leather also known as The Pan Am Championship! I worked my ass off to get this opportunity, I have no problem beating yours to take advantage of it. We may not be main eventing but I promise you, O, the Beatdown everyone will be talking about in Blackpool will be the one I deliver come the fourteenth Battleground. You said this was a war... -Shakes her head- This isn’t a war. See, in an actual war, both sides take risks in order to win. I’m not risking anything by facing you, I’m gaining an easy victory over a joke of a champion. What this is, is your public execution. I’m going to obliterate you n’ after I do, I’m gonna do the same thing to your little buddies. I’m the biggest challenge you’ve ever faced, Olympia. I’m the biggest threat to The Fairtex Dynasty and do you know what you and The Fairtex Dynasty are to me? -Points her two index fingers up at her face whilst raising her right eyebrow curiously- You’re stepping stones to the top. I’m gonna walk over you people n’ I’m gonna enjoy every second of it! You’re the first step, O. I’m walking over you first, then I’m taking the Pan Am Championship to new heights as I continue to walk over the rest of your whiner brigade! I came after you AND your whole team n’ you wanna call ME the coward!? I don’t need a whole team to back me up, I’m a one woman wrecking crew comin’ straight for ya! So, if I had to wrap this up in just three words, I guess I’d say: Get wrecked, bitch!

-Freya lunges forward with her fists clenched tightly, snarling at our camera wishing she could leap through it and punch Olympia in her throat. We fade to black wondering if we will indeed see a new Pan Am Champion be crowned in Blaze’s hometown of Blackpool, England, or if she’s bitten off more than she can chew come Battleground #14. Find out, ONLY on Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition!-

[suzispitz]

"Nobody told me there'd be days like these"… the only words that are heard over the roaring crowd, as the program returns from a rather long commercial break. The sound of headsets being removed, almost as if something were dreadfully wrong is heard next, while the camera remains focused on the still cheering fans.

And while this may not be the greeting those watching at home would expect, surely they must be wondering what these fans are so jacked about…

but within seconds, probably before most of the world can even rationalize what they're seeing on their television screens, the camera whips around, as if someone else had just taken control of it, and suddenly you, too, can see what's causing all of this…

As the usual broadcast announcers, scurry away from their assigned positions, and all the way around the ring, where they meet up with the SWAT Cameraman, who has also abandoned his equipment, the nervous looking threesome make sure to stay well away from the Little Piece of Heaven, that's Hotter than Hell, who is dancing her way toward the ringside area.

"Watch her! Watch her!", the frail looking cameraman is heard to say, as The Violent Vixen arrives at ringside, and pauses, for a moment, as she watches Legendary Ring Announcer Dick Ballers cautiously enter the squared circle, with mic in hand.

Suzi hops up onto the ring apron, and turns to face the camera, strikes a pose, you know, that famous pose John Travolta did in the film Saturday Night Fever, and shake, shake shakes her booty for a moment, before stepping through the ropes.

Legendary Ring Announcer Dick Ballers can't seem to take his eyes off of her, either out of shock at seeing her put on this display, or quite possibly, out of pure, unadulterated fear, knowing full well, that she is extremely volatile, and may attack him at any time.

Nevertheless, Dick Ballers is a consummate professional, and somehow manages to maintain his composure, as he begins his interview…

DB : Suzi, I'm told that you've bought this television time, you've fired the entire broadcast crew, with the exception of myself, and your personal cameraman, and now, you… you're moonwalking around me!

So I have to ask… what gives?!?

Suzi stops moonwalking, but never stops dancing, as she answers…

SS : I'll tell ya what gives, Dick! I was dancing the night away backstage, and I heard Lucky Linda out here, spoutin' off like she thinks she knows somethin'!

But LEMME TELL YA, BABY, SHE AIN'T GOT A CLUE!

Ya see, I don't care if she doesn't like the clause in my brand new contract, and I don't care if she can't stand the fact that the last time I was here, I had a few major issues outside of my ring, that forced me ta walk away, and that's all that's gonna be said about that!

NOW!..

Lucky Linda… if ya want me ta smack you around like it's the latest fashion, allz ya gotta do, kid, is walk your ass right into the SWAT Head Office, and put your name on one of the hundreds of open contracts, which, accordin' to my contract, are neatly stacked on the left corner of the bossman's desk.

So STEP UP!.. Heh-heh… or sit down, and zip it baby girl, 'cause out of all the crap ya got wrong about me, there just happens ta be ONE THING YA GOT RIGHT!

Dick Ballers interjects, momentarily forgetting the danger his rudeness may have put him in…

DB Some people might disagree with….

Mr. Ballers is suddenly stricken by the icy glare being aimed straight into his eyes, the promise of the most severe thrashing, transmitted directly into his soul, and he stops talking. And after a rather awkward moment of silence, The Violent Vixen lays the law down, Suzi Spitz style…

SS : Blaze… Freya… I am here… for Blaze Freya… and I GOT HER! It's in my contract. And again, I don't care if Lucky Linda thinks Blaze is a mid carder.

'Cause I just happen ta know that the bitch can scrap.

I don't like her… she don't like me…

But I can tell ya right now, Blaze Freya is good ta go.

I kinda have to respect that. I really do.

But, ya see, the problem is, Blaze Freya don't respect ME!

So I'm gonna take that bitch ta school. I'm gonna beat some respect out of her.

Because this ain't the minor leagues… this is my world. And this might not be the house that Suzi Spitz built, but you'd best be believin' I'm a big part of the foundation it's built on… heh… you ain't gotta like it, but ya do have ta live with it, 'cause it's a fact!

And you can bet your ass that The Mid-Carder, Blaze Freya, and yours truly, are gonna TEAR!..

YOUR HOUSE!..

Down…

So say what ya want!... but make damn sure ya buy yourself a ticket…

Buy a ticket twice… bring a friend…

Somebody's gonna get their ass whipped.

You're gonna wanna see this.

Just sayin'…

The Violent Vixen blows a kiss to her fans, as well as to her detractors, and a very special kiss to Blaze Freya, 💋, all of whom are going to be reminded of why they all know her name, before casually strutting away, JUST WISHING a bitch would try something stupid, as the scene fades to yet another commercial break…

~ Commercial Break ~



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HEY!..

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Wouldn't ya like Ta be a freakin' Pepper too?

Be a Pepper, bitches...

drink a limited edition Suzi Spitz Dr. Pepper.

Back to more great SWAT action

[SWAT Team]

[Every light in the arena goes out, plunging the entire building into darkness. The opening strains of music gently float through the air. Spotlights bathe the entrance ramp in pulsing white and purple lights.



As the music picks up in speed, young men in feathery skirts and boas dance down the aisle, carrying baskets of flowers, which they toss down onto tje ground.



As the music intensifies, DRAMA emerges from the back, arm and arm with Miss Violet. The two flamboyant characters stand together, basking in the moment. DRAMA throws his arms to the sides, letting his elaborate robe be seen by all. He then takes a bow, arms swirling in a flourish as he stands back up and the two make their way to the ring, spotlights following them in the darkness.



The pair walk together up onto the ring apron. DRAMA holds the ropes open for Miss Violet, who steps inside followed by the mysterious man. He again showcases his robe, which his valet removes from him, as the two stand in the purple spotlight. DRAMA stands in the center of the ring and throws his arms up as the houselights come back on.]

["The Beautiful People" begins to play as the lights go out and smoke fills the arena, the lights come back on and Kyle Anderson walks out, stretching his arms out before beating his chest and making his way to the ring. As he enters the ringside area, he climbs up the turnbuckle and stretches his arms out, hoping into the ring and waiting for his opponent.]

Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, hailing from parts unknown and coming in at 6’3 and 255 pounds ... accompanied by Miss Violet ... DRAMA!!!

And his opponent, hailing from Manchester England and coming in at 6’2 and 217 pounds .... KYLE ANDERSON!!!

The bell sounds, and both men circle each other, with Kyle Anderson glancing outside the ring to Miss Violet, who seems rather aloof for the moment.

Jeremy Tucker: Kyle needs to try and keep his mind both on DRAMA and not Miss Violet, who could easily be a game changer in this match.

Andrew Fulton: Getting a bit ahead of yourself aren’t you? The match has barely started.

Kyle charges at DRAMA and leaps up in the air, looking to hit a straight front kick to the face. DRAMA ducks it though, and as Kyle turns around, DRAMA hits a boot to the gut, sending Kyle to one knee. DRAMA then tries his hand at kicking to the face, but Kyle avoids it by rolling forward under DRAMA’s boot to his feet. He then turns around and the two combatants are face to face once again. They come to the center of the ring, but this time lock up. Kyle begins to push DRAMA back, even though he doesn’t have a size advantage here. DRAMA stomps on Kyle’s foot, and Kyle releases his grip and begins hopping on one foot, holding the injured one. The crowd actually starts to laugh a bit at Kyle, and then Kyle looks at DRAMA. Kyle realizes the place he’s put himself into, and DRAMA wallops him with a lariat!! The crowd boos, but about 30% are really laying into DRAMA as he goes for the cover…

1…….

2….

Kickout!

DRAMA stays on top of Kyle and hits several right hands, then gets to his feet and hits a perfectly placed heel to the forehead. Blood begins to flow from a gash on Kyle’s forehead, and DRAMA tries another cover…

1…….

2..

Kickout!

Jeremy Tucker: Geez what a shot! These two are already taking a toll on each other.

Andrew Fulton: Um…..DRAMA is the only one getting very far here. Are we watching the same match?

Kyle rolls to his stomach, trying to get his bearings. DRAMA helps him to his feet by pulling him up by the hair, and Irish whips him off the ropes. DRAMA goes for a clothesline, but Kyle ducks it, then leaps backwards, and hits a pele kick! A small portion of the crowd roars in unison with the boos as DRAMA falls to one knee, feeling some effects of the kick. Kyle gets to his feet, but then falls back into the ropes, which is not a smart thing to do. While the ropes are holding Kyle up, Miss Violet comes up from behind...and hits Kyle square in the lower back with a chair!

Jeremy Tucker: I knew it! I knew she was trouble!

Andrew Fulton: What? I didn't see anything wrong.

Jeremy Tucker: You need glasses then.

The blow of the chair forces Kyle to walk forward, but he stumbles and while he does make it across the ring, he collapses and catches his head on the edge of the ring on the other side. When he pulls up, blood is flowing from his forehead, and Kyle is trying to see through the blood in his eyes and the cobwebs in his head. DRAMA goes for a right hand, but Kyle does block it then lands a right of his own. He goes to Irish whip DRAMA off the ropes, but DRAMA reverses, and Kyle then does a double reverse, and as DRAMA hits the ropes, Kyle nails a clothesline, sending both men over the top to the floor!!

Kyle is first to his feet and he goes over to the timekeepers table and grabs a chair. He then swings for the fences, but DRAMA hits a boot to the gut, and Kyle drops the chair, stumbling back before keeping his balance against the announcer’s table. DRAMA picks up the chair and goes to hit Kyle in the head but Kyle ducks, but it was a fake from DRAMA, who then smashes the chair into the back of Kyle’s head!! The crowd boos as Drama hits Kyle again, this time in the back, before tossing the chair in the ring. He then picks up Kyle and tosses him in as well.

Jeremy Tucker: Wait a minute, what’s DRAMA thinking here?

The reason for Jeremy’s concern is DRAMA has just pulled out a cinder block from under the ring. The crowd grows loud in suspense as DRAMA rolls back in the ring with the block. He drops it on the mat, then turns around and nails a boot to the gut of Kyle. DRAMA then pulls Kyle by the hair in front of the block, face down on the mat. DRAMA then grasps both of Kyle’s wrists and pulls him up, then places his right boot behind Kyle’s head.

Andrew Fulton: Oh my God….

The crowd is at its highest pitch and DRAMA goes to curb stomp Kyle into the block! Incredibly, Kyle is somehow able to bring his head straight down in front of the block! DRAMA looks to be agitated, but then goes to pick Kyle up again. Kyle is able to free his hands though, and crawls backwards between DRAMA’s legs. DRAMA turns around, but can’t prevent Kyle from getting a facelock, turning 180 degrees and spiking him on the cinder block with a tornado DDT!! The crowd gives a split reaction to Kyle as he goes for the cover….

1…….

2……

Kickout!

The crowd can’t believe it as Kyle looks at the referee enraged, who tells him it was only two. Kyle then wipes some blood from his face and gets to his feet. Kyle goes and picks up the steel chair and his vision connects with Miss Violet, who is leaning on the ring apron, cheering DRAMA on and trying to motivate him to get to his feet. Kyle motions towards Miss Violet with the chair and she backs up. Kyle turns around and he gets a cinder block in the ribs!! The crowd boos as Kyle falls to his ass while holding the block, and DRAMA then charges and nails a boot to the face. Kyle’s head violently whips back and he hits the canvas. DRAMA goes for the cover…

1…….

2…

SHOULDER UP!!![/i]

Jeremy Tucker: Good lord, what a shot that was. These two are killing each other!

Kyle rolls around and he gets to his hands and knees, but falls down to his gut because he’s still on dream street. DRAMA picks him up, then hoists Kyle up on his shoulders, and seems DRAMA looks to be driving Kyle to the mat but Kyle hits a shot to the forehead out of desperation, then another and finally a third that dazes DRAMA. Kyle is able to leap off DRAMA’s shoulders, then hits a boot to the gut. DRAMA doubles over, but Kyle doesn’t get him to the mat because DRAMA is able to hit a strike to the gut, then sets Kyle up for a double underhook, and lifts him up and drives Kyle face first into the mat! The crowd reacts very loudly, cheering and booing. Kyle falls to his back, looking disoriented.

Andrew Fulton: Damn it no!

Jeremy Tucker: DRAMA definitely has Kyle wondering where he is.

Kyle crawls towards the corner as DRAMA rolls out of the ring towards Miss Violet, and both men seem to be catching their second wind. Miss Violet can be seen talking to DRAMA while Kyle is pulling himself up to his feet, holding his ribs.

Jeremy Tucker: You have to wonder what each man is thinking here.

Andrew Fulton: I think they underestimated their opponents.

Kyle watches DRAMA carefully and then suddenly charges and hits a baseball slide, hoping to knock DRAMA out. However both DRAMA and Miss Violet see him coming and they move out of the way and Kyle drops to the outside of the ring. DRAMA picks him up and hits a piledriver on the concrete and then rolls Kyle back in the ring as the referee starts to count. DRAMA follows Kyle, and then picks Kyle up and gets a package piledriver on Kyle!

Andrew Fulton: He’s hit the Kill Your Darlings!

DRAMA is the first to move and he gets to his knees. DRAMA goes for a cover…..

1…….

2….

Shoulder up!!

Andrew Fulton: Ok even I wonder how Kyle Anderson found the energy for that.

DRAMA looks at Miss Violet then at the referee a bit shocked, but then pulls Kyle up. He goes to lift Kyle on his shoulders again, but Kyle hits a club to the back in desperation. Kyle then goes for a DDT, but DRAMA spins behind Kyle, and hoists him up for another package piledriver! Kyle pushes off though, and lands facing DRAMA’s back. Kyle then hooks DRAMA and nails a vicious looking belly to back suplex. Half the crowd roars as Kyle goes for the cover…

1…….

2…….

3.

NO!!

Kyle looks at the referee in total disbelief. Kyle gets to his feet and starts to argue with the referee, saying it was a full three, but the referee is saying different. Kyle is shaking his head in disbelief and continues to argue, meanwhile Miss Violet is tending to DRAMA who has rolled over to the edge of the ring. She hands him something and he takes it, and gets to his knees and then his feet. Kyle turns around…..and walks into a right hand from DRAMA that drops him down! Kyle isn’t moving and DRAMA quickly drops and covers Kyle, hooking the leg…

1…….

2…….

3……!!!

Jeremy Tucker : DRAMA wins! But what did Violet place in his hand?

Andrew Fulton : Whatever it was, it knocked Anderson the FUCK OUT!

Jeremy Tucker : What a match, DRAMA remains undefeated here at SWAT, and Anderson is still trying to find his way.

Frank Salazar : Winner of the match ... DRAMA!!!

["Miracles" by Two Steps From Hell hits and Miss Violet and DRAMA head to the back, the thrill of victory flowing through them.]

[SWAT Team]

[We see a taxi heading towards the arena, there is a family in there. Mum is in the back wearing a Lucky Linda t-shirt, daughter beside her wearing a Blaze Freya top. Beside her is her brother with eye liner and a Psychotic Goth top and in the front dad is wearing a KGB t-shirt.]

Daughter (complaining) : We are so late, does this driver even know where we are going?

Dad : Of course he does darling, he is a professional, just look at him, don’t be so rude.



[We see Rajiv Khan driving the cab, he looks flustered and is speaking real loudly in Indian to his phone ear piece.]

Son : If we have missed Goth’s match, i will be most unhappy.

[Yeah, he is going to have issues later in life, big time.]

Daughter (complaining) : something is digging in my back. (she wiggles uncomfortably and her mum reaches behind her and pulls out a ¾ empty bottle of scotch.

Mum : What’s this doing back here driver?

Rajiv Khan : (reaching back and grabbing the bottle from her and tucking it between him and the car door) : A thousand apologies madam, a customer must have left it there without my knowing.

Son : This cab stinks, does this guy even shower dad?

Dad : (trying to hold his breath) Don’t be so rude boy, i taught you better manners than that.

Mum : Rude is rude, but right is right, this is the worst cab ride we have ever had. First this guy was like an hour late, and now we have most likely missed the start of the show, the cab stinks, thereis alchohol back here, all he does is speak Indian to his phone, this is England! We speak English!

Daughter : Racist much mum?

Rajiv Khan : I hope we aren’t TOO late. You know i know people here at SWAT, i can get you some backstage stuff maybe.

Dad : Yeah, sure you do pal. (rolling his eyes) Look, we are pulling up now. Everything is fine. Come on, lets go kids.

[He pays for the cab and they all quickly run into the arena, knowing they are REAL late. Khan reaches down, grabs the bottle of whiskey, necks it, then puts on the cab hazard lights, leaves it double parked and also quickly heads into the arena.]

[King Syberus]

["Two Notes Shy Of An Octave" by Red City Radio rolls into play and the crowd are pretty much silent because despite it being an absolute jam they have no idea who's music it is.]

Jeremy Tucker: Who's this?

Andrew Fulton: Got me.

[The crowd leave their seats when Syberus's name fills the screen. In celebration, not to piss break just to clarify.]

Jeremy Tucker: Who's this?

Andrew Fulton: Got me.

[Do we still describe attire? If so Syberus is wearing a Pure Confidence T-Shirt and black jeans with an inflatable penis on his head. Ahhhh syke! He's nude. Syberus high fives some fans on his way to the ring.]

Jeremy Tucker: Just kidding folks, Syberus is back, and would you listen to this ovation!

Andrew Fulton: The sound of teeming masses starved of wrestling quality since Hardkore World folded.

Jeremy Tucker: And who's fault was that?

[Tucker and Fulton both shoot scowling glares at Syberus, who somehow times a shrug back at them and a "whoops" kind of expression. Syberus climbs into the ring and takes a microphone, pieing Frank Salazar in the face as he takes the mic because that's what badass dudes from the mid naughties do. That and wear shades indoors.]

Syberus: Alriiiight. 

[The crowd explode, his voice like pure nectar sending them into absolute ecstasy after so many years in the wilderness. Syberus nods. He understands their plight.]

Syberus: Now Blackpool, I know what you're thinking. It's the first thing I thought when I heard the news myself. Why the hell would anyone schedule a major wrestling event in Blackpool?

[The Blackpool crowd actively look at each other and shrug with confused murmurs. Even they don't know.]

Syberus: Let's face it, this place is the worst. BUT it just got a little better. YOUR favourite wrestler, and MINE... ME that is, is back in SWAT. LITERALLY FOREVER*.

[The crowd throw their hands in the air like they just don't care.]

Syberus: Now I've got one piece of business I want to tie up first. Psychotic Goth. Last time I was in a wrestling ring, you got the better of me.

[Syberus vomits in his mouth at the thought.]

Syberus: I've lost to Paul Soutter in my time but that was a new low. Whoever's in charge - I want a match with Psychotic Goth.

[Syberus turns to Frank Salazar.]

Syberus: By the way who's in charge?

[Frank sort of "humfs" and looks away. Still angry about the pie face. That's fair.]

Syberus: Well anyway that's thing one. Thing two is I've got some old friends to catch up with. After that we'll see. I can't promise you the world, people. But I can promise you this- I will be here, for a certain period of time, and will perform actions for profit which you will enjoy to a varying degree dependant on your preferences!

Woo!

Yeah!!

Andrew Fulton: What's he saying?

Jeremy Tucker: He's rusty.

Syberus: So that's that I suppose...

[Syberus hands the mic back to Frank Salazar and it takes a moment for the sound guys to realise he's finished and "Two Notes Shy Of An Octave" plays again. Syberus pops up on a turnbuckle to hype up the crowd as we fade.]















*Not really forever. What is forever anyway? What is time?

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Fans, last week’s world title fight was a barn burner that proved two things without a doubt. Timeless Alex Turner is a legitimate contender for the championship, and confirming our worst nightmares, Radu Matei is not going anywhere.

Andrew Fulton: He looked like a hunk of raw meat at the end, but he came out on top. Radu Matei is an absolute beast!

Jeremy Tucker: ...But as he now represents the face of the company, certain questions about his past have arisen.

Andrew Fulton: Like the fact that we know nothing about his existence beyond two months ago, and that his whole career is shrouded in mystery.

Jeremy Tucker: Exactly! Fortunately an anonymous tip sent us towards the old SWAT Japan region, and we uncovered the following footage...

[The image cuts from the production booth to black, before some static brings in the washed out look of video footage from a decade ago & Tetsu Yamamoto sits against a backdrop reading "SWAT Japan." The junior heavyweight is drenched in sweat from his recent contest against Eirian X, and is currently in a makeshift press conference in the backstage area with a number of slight head bows, Tetsu apologizes to his fans for not having enough heart to last longer against X, but hopes they appreciate his growth.]

Kurio Herutsu : We're going to lose Power Gia as sponsors over that shit!

[The camera pans away from the interview area to a conversation twenty feet away where an older man with feathery hair decked out in a business suit is berating a very young european wrestler. You wished you followed SWAT Japan to recognize who the guy in the suit is, but he seems like a total asshole. The young wrestler is wearing tights that identify him as half of the Bucharest Express. Clearly not a master of Japanese or English, the young man tries to stammer a quacking in fear. The other half of the Bucharest Express, a year or two older, but wearing matching blue tights, is trying to stand between the two.]

BE 1: I... no...

Older Man: NO you don't know you have NO FUCKING IDEA!

BE 2 <putting a supportive hand on his shoulder>: He... did... not... know... that...

Older Man: What is he FUCKING {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore}?  HEADS WILL ROLE!

BE 1 <pointing at the older man while trying to describe what happened to his partner>: He say...

Older Man: I say? I say!? TRYING TO PASS THE BLAME YOU PIECE OF SHIT!

BE 2 <standing firmly between the two, while putting his hands up to calm the situation>: He said that you told him it was alright.

Older Man: Do I LOOK like its alright?

BE 2: He... is... apologi... sorry. It will not... happen again.

Older Man: No kidding! There are going to be serious consequences for the amount of money he just cost us! Someone has to pay! SWAT BRASS is going to want an example made, and we ALL know what that means. A one way god damned ticket!

BE 1: But...

Older Man <licking his lips with sadistic glee>: He won't last a month where they'll send him.

[Noticing the camera on them, the feathery haired older man starts to stomp over, looking for another person to send walking papers too. The younger Bucharest Express member starts to cry. Looking at his partner, the older member can't help but flinch. A life changing decision carried out in a second.]

BE 2: I... will go.

Older Man <stopping in his tracks>: Ha. Sure about that? You won't last TWO months in THAT hell... and the sissy you're protecting will get fired here shortly after anyway.

BE 1 <putting a hand out to stop his partner>: I... no...

BE 2 <ignoring the young man>: I will go.

Radu Matei: MEMORIES.

[As the audio pips in from arena, the SWAT Japan footage cuts out to take us back to Blackpool. A cameraman runs up the aisle to find the SWAT World Champion wandering out of the back with a microphone. No entrance music, no pomp, no light show, a hurried display to take the attention off the footage that was just shown. As the camera catches up with him, Matei continues to walk down the aisle to the ring with microphone in hand. The champion has dozens of stitches, and heavy bandages over a number of deep lacerations on his face, still looking like roadkill after the Timeless defence.]

Radu Matei: I am a man with a lot of fond memories of SWAT... many SWATs... not this SWAT... not recent SWAT... but SWAT. Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition. I represent the tradition ...As the new world champion... I thought it was important to connect to the current roster, fans, history... by granting a title shot to the wrestler with the best MEMORIES of this federation...

Crickets.

I appreciate insects as much as the next man, if that man happens to be Renfield, but the silence that followed that question was frankly disheartening. A world title shot... I know the female general manager made it look easy to get those, but never with the same integrity with a simple answer that proved you WANT to be here. I looked DEEP into the darkness, and when the darkness looked back at me, it couldn't even muster a basic response. <flinch> Memories. Not mine, yours. That's all I asked for...

And what red worms came out of the rotting wall? Chianti.Ever looking for way to personally advance themselves without putting ANY effort in, Chianti came up with some half assed attempts at feel good SWAT moments. They could never have won though... because their hearts aren't in it. What does SWAT mean to them? For one... a distraction from how little he has in common with his partner. For the other, validation that someone in his family cares about him... even if its that creepy uncle that no one ever talks to.

Of those few voices.... one rang out... Linda La Fey.

Lucky Linda.

She shared her memories with me... reminded us how much better the Amazon division was under different management. ... Given what it said about the current management, it was brave. Not as brave as walking into the roach motel with me, challenging for my GOLD... risking life and limb against the BEAST... no... what she does tonight is stupid brave... but what she said to get here, I appreciated that.

[Finally at ringside, Radu climbs the steps to get into the ring.]

Radu Matei: So tonight was created by memories of past glory, with the hopes that we forge new stories that our minds will make better... I bring up this theme of the past, because, you see...

<pointing at the tron> WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?!

Jeremy Tucker: Radu Matei absolutely livid at that SWAT Japan footage!

Andrew Fulton: He is SPITTING MAD! I don't know who told us to look it up, but the way he's reacting, that person may have written Lucky Linda's death certificate.

Jeremy Tucker: So was that Matei in the footage? Was the big crime that ruined his life trying to help someone?

Radu Matei: WE'RE TRYING TO PULL SWAT INTO A BRAVE NEW WORLD, AND YOU BUST OUT THAT DECADE OLD REGIONAL BULLSHIT? Whose bright idea was that!!! Are you TRYING TO PISS ME OFF!?!

?: As a matter of fact.

[The crowd boos hard as Joe Pesci steps through the back curtain, followed by Joey and Candice Morelli. The trio have a few security guards following close behind them.]

Joe Pesci: You talk a big bad game Matei... but I've got decades of library footage to comb through, and as much as you want a dark and mysterious past, I'm sure we'll find you’re just another jobber.

Radu Matei <placing the world title over his shoulder>: Keep digging Joe, it's your grave.

Joe Pesci <not intimidated, mainly because of the hundred feet between the two>: My grave? MY GRAVE?! HA! Listen to this fucking comedian. After that stunt you pulled on poor Roxy, all the bills I got for damages from your little plague stunt, not to mention my cousin... that exterminator your freakshow bodyguard blinded was my fifth cousin, Vito! After all that shit... you think you scare me.

Radu Matei <holding open the ropes>: Come on down.

Joe Pesci <eyes narrowing>: Motherfucker!

[Pesci starts to march down the aisle like a real tough guy, but when Oxanna Willie emerges from the crowd, standing between the aisle and the ring, the owner stops dead in his tracks.]

Joe Pesci: I was going to leave you alone. Oh, you were a DEAD MAN WALKING for what you did to Soutter, but I was willing to let bygones be bygones for the time being. Let Soutter take care of that piece of shit Frostbite, then turn his vengeance on you! ... Pecking order ... But you couldn't wait, could you? Had to tease the dragon! Well now you're going to face the full wrath of Chianti!!! When Soutter has time he can piss on your carcass, because your worthless remains are going to be all that's left when we're done with you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Radu Matei: I'm shaking.

Joe Pesci: WE ALREADY BEAT YOU ONCE!

Radu Matei <patting strap>: Not when it counted.

Joe Pesci <beat red>: THIS FUCKING GUY. <trying to compose himself> Last week... Timeless mentioned something... you scratch and bite... but you're not much of a wrestler.

Radu Matei: Enough of a wrestler to beat him.

Joe Pesci: THANKS TO THAT GOTH!

Radu Matei: While poisoned.

Joe Pesci <eyes narrow>: Well, your a tough piece of shit... but technical wrestling? Not really your strength. So it got me thinking...

Radu Matei: Try not to hurt yourself, Joe.

Joe Pesci <trying to ignore the bastard world champ, and trying not to have a heart attack are both difficult>: We have the XHF Night of Champions 10 coming up in the pipeline... and while I get on my knees each night and PRAY TO GOD THAT Timeless, Lucky Linda, fuck, Brewster will take the strap off your insect loving ass........... until the man upstairs answers my prayers, it looks like you'll be representing SWAT as the champion at that event. Who do we put against you? Paul Soutter is clearly the BEST MAN for the job... but he has his hands full. So I run through the roster... who should challenge for the world title...

Paul Blair

*POP*

Mike Maddox

*POP*

AVERY

*POP*

ALEX WITHERS

*BOOS BUT A LOT OF THEM*

Tong Fairtex

*POP*

JADE

*POP*

Olympia

*POP*

Psychotic Goth

*BIG POP*

That piece of shit Frostbite?

*MASSIVE POP*

Joe Pesci: Is that really what the fans want to see?

[YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[While taking turns booing both speakings, the audience is on their feet demanding that Frostbite or Goth challenge for the World title at XHF Night of Glory!!!]

Radu Matei: Or do they want to see JONNIE VALENTINE???????????????????????

*BIGGEST POP EVER*

Or Cobyrn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*NO THAT WAS EVEN LOUDER POP*

or Daniel Collins!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*THE ROOF IS GOING TO FALL OFF THIS GOD DAMNED PLACE POP*

...Bring back Beelzebozo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

*OMFG DO YOU THINK HE WOULD RETURN THEIR CALLS POP*

OR GET VILE VINCE VIPER BACK FROM THE DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*BLOOD IS SHOOTING OUT OF MY NOSE I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

Radu Matei: ...I'm trying to make the world title MEAN something again, Joe... we have legends in this federation... the best possible combinations this belt could ever see... maybe for a limited time, but we have them, and we can do them. Let me defend in dream matches! Let me make this belt... SWAT... great again! I will show XHF that we are the BEST and BRIGHTEST against the most serious competition you have!!!







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Joe Pesci: We're of the same mind, Radu...







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Joe Pesci: SO AT XHF 10TH NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS, WE ARE GOING TO STEAL THE SHOW FROM ALL THE OTHER XHF AFFILIATES WITH A TITLE DEFENSE FOR THE AGES... WHEN YOU PUT YOUR BELT ON THE LINE... HELL, LOSE IT... AGAINST...











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[...]








[Flashbulbs go off throughout the arena for this monumental announcement...]











Joe Pesci: ...None other than...
















Joey Morelli!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[...]

[Crickets.]

[Joe Pesci raises his nephew's arm... this is a joke, right?]

[No.]

[He's serious.]

[What.]

[The.]

[Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk.]

Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton in unison: What the fuck.

*FUCK YOU JOE CHANT*

Joe Pesci: He won the Anzac, PINNED YOU -RADU- along the way, and has the genetic make-up to be the sexiest man alive!!!

[Joey Morelli raises his arms to soak in the applause, it doesn't help his cause.]

Radu Matei: ...Joe... we have the opportunity to do something special... to really make the XHF into our new home. Forget about the failures of SWAT Europe, all those regions that blew up in your face after one show... this is suppose to be a clean start. We already got things off on a wrong foot with that female general manager running off all our top talent, and making Henry Brown our champion on the way in... our world champion...

That's a black eye on our sport...

...I honestly didn't think we could come back from it...

...but at XHF Night of Champions, we're being given a once in a lifetime opportunity to make a second chance... so Joe...

No in character shit, no trash talk... I'm just trying to reason with you as a human being... for the sake of this company... this long running company... for all the blood, sweat and tears that have been shed over the decades to keep this promotion afloat...

For all our friends who are no longer with us, but loved SWAT as much as I think you do...

...PLEASE... put the company first... and the best challenger forwards.



Joe Pesci: Radu... I hear you... I really do.

[...A collective sigh of relief.]

Joe Pesci: Which is why...

I DID PICK THE BEST POSSIBLE CHALLENGER!

THE NEXT FACE OF THE COMPANY!

MY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD!!!

*MASSIVE JEERS*

[This nepotism in the face of reason and survival is enough to get more than one audience member jumping the guard rails to charge Pesci. Fortunately there is enough of a security force to keep them back. Unfortunately Oxanna Willie blinds a few of them, thinking they’re on their way towards the champion, where he should have left their eyes in place to beat Joe.]

Radu Matei: ...If you won't listen to reason... it makes no difference to me. A challenger is a challenger ... After all, Joey poisoned me... he killed my pets... I owe him. While I can think of MUCH better times to collect, if you want an international stage to see me take my pound of flesh, I will not go hungry.

Joey Morelli: I got a pound of flesh for you Radu! RIGHT HERE!

[Joey crotch chops himself.]

Joey Morelli : You stand out here and think you are hot shit with that belt! What you don’t realise is that title belongs to US! I’m coming to collect it, with interest! We are Chianti, we are the shit and alway LIT!

We are the Anzac Cup Champions! We run this place.

Candice : Who run this place?

Joey Morelli : Who run this mutha fucka! We run this place! And at Night of the Champions, I’m running you out of town jack! The only running you’ll be doing, is as usual, your big mouth. And you can cry it was a biased outcome, and got screwed over by The Pesci’s and Chianti, join the club! The list of people we have done that too is long and distinguished, just like my Johnson.



Radu Matei: ...Fake it till you make it Joey... I wonder... <chuckle> the way Roxy's neck bent... is Candice flexible?

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[Joey Morelli yells motherfucker and is about to charge up the aisle, but with all the security subduing angry fans, its slower than he thinks, and Joe is quick to put an arm on his shoulder trying to restrain him.]

Joe Pesci: Nice thinking Matei, but there will be none of your extra curricular nonsense! AS I WAS SAYING... Timeless pointed out that you might be a brute, but when it comes to the canvas, you're basically a baby. So just to make sure we treat our XHF hosts to a NEW Champion, I've decided to make your title defence a PURIST'S DREAM MATCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*MONSTER JEERS*

[The loud boos are both for the hatred of technical wrestling, and the realization that Pesci is stacking the deck to ensure his nephew's title win.]

Joe Pesci: After all us Italians INVENTED Greco Roman Wrestling!!!!

[Joe and Joey laugh, as the garbage is thrown at them.]

Radu Matei: So you want the champion to wrestle a style that he isn't good at against a challenger that is receiving a shot through nepotism... do you hate this company that much?

Joe Pesci: Just you, Matei... just you.

Radu Matei: Then I shall do everything in my power to hang onto this belt long enough...

...to put your nephew in a wheel chair.

<eyes narrow> I've never crippled a guy with a headlock before... but then again... maybe I have...

<flinch> find some footage of that.

Joey Morelli: FUCK YOU MATEI!!!

Radu Matei <sardonic smile>: Try while you can still feel your lower half, Joey.

Joe Pesci: IF YOU HAVE THE TITLE. That's a BIG if Matei. I know Joey BELONGS at Night of Champions... he is one... but you? Hell, if Lucky Linda beats you tonight... and leave it to you to drop the strap to a dame... that purist's dream stip stands... I don't think broads know how to mat wrestle either.

[Chuckling at his usual misogyny, Pesci and the Morelli’s start heading towards the back. Matei looks down at his world heavyweight title, before turning his hateful gaze back at Morelli.]

[The Anzac Cup winner seems confidant.]

[Fucking Chianti.]

Jeremy Tucker: Bombshell announcement coming from the owner of SWAT... our contribution to XHF's Night of Champions will be a Purist Dream match putting our champion... who I don't think knows a wristlock from a wristwatch... against Pesci's nephew, Joey Morelli.

Andrew Fulton: Well... Joey... um... he did pin Matei in that one tag match...

Jeremy Tucker: This is utter bullshit and you know it, Andrew! You try to put on the best show possible, all of us working overtime after our contract with zetaboards blew up, all the talent loses but we soldiered on... trying to make lemons into lemonade but at the end of the day... nepotism reigns supreme. We have never had a stronger roster than we do right now, with all these returning legends and hungry young talent, and.... and... I just hope they are as mad as I am at that announcement.

Andrew Fulton: How could they not be.

Jeremy Tucker: The world champ leaving the ring, and after what he did to Roxy last week... I really don't know which one of the two I hate more

[Deleted]

Bad Month



The Scene opens up back stage where a limo pulls up. The door slams open and it is Michael Maddox he grabs his stuff and then begins to go to the back locker room area and then comes up to a stage hand and then asks him something.



Michael Maddox
Have you seen Paul Blair?


The Stage hands looks frightened.  Maddox then grabs his shirt and speaks again.


Michael Maddox
I Said have you seen Paul Blair!!! ANSWER ME DAMN IT I am going to rip your fucking head off.


Stage Hand
I don't know Mr. Maddox please let me go.


Maddox walks up the hall to his locker room and throws his stuff and in the locker room. He then goes and search around and goes to Paul Blair's Locker Room. Be Bull rushes the door open and then not find Paul Blair He kicks open the bath room and no one is there.  Maddox then trashes Blairs dressing room.  Ripping poster off his wall flipping the couch. Dumping his duffle bag and then Maddox notices a  couple pairs of thongs in the clothing. Maddox laughs to himself.  Then rips Blairs locker room off  and then yells .


"I AM COMING FOR YOU BLAIR"




Maddox then heads to the ring area and then Freak Like Me Blasts over the PA systems The Fans erupt in mixed reactions. Maddox walks down the ramp with intentions that need to be made. He  then gets in the with a microphone in his hand  and then begins to speak.


Michael Maddox
Paul Blair and company you have messed with #BarCode for the last time. Oh wait we took out your beloved Jimmy Blast who got the job against Blackthorne at SEE to capture his second Adrenaline Championship. But then Calum came down and made sure he ended your short-lived second title reign.  Oh another thing I saw the thong your clothing bag. That was pretty sick. I am hoping that wasn't Blasts or Steeles.(Maddox laughs) You cost me a match against Alex Withers. That bastard would have not won the match if it wasn't for you. Blair I am going to make your life a living hell. How does it feel to be the shortest reigning champion in SEE history. Blair you honestly are nothing more than a laughing stock at best when it comes to in ring competition. You couldn't win   a match without Steele or Blasts help. The same goes for that Alex Withers who thinks he got a clean and clear cut win over me.  Myself and Calum have only been giving  #BroCode the same treatment they have been giving the whole rest of the roster. You come out here and clown around in the ring a make a mockery of what true wrestling really is. You don't care about anyone but yourselves and that is why you will only be remembered as a great tag team. I get ya you gotta be up each others asses all day 24/7. You will never doing anything in your singles careers without the help of each other. I know I have repeated this over and over But BROCODE CANNOT WIN WITHOUT EACH OTHER.  Paul Blair your ass is grass and I am going to burn it until there is nothing left of you.  You will regret costing me a match. Think of me as your worst nightmare. Think of me as your god. Think of me as your better. Come tonight It will be the exorcism of Paul Blair!!!


Maddox smiles and then continues to speak.


Oh don't think about I forgot about you Hell's Douchebag.  You aren't really Hell's anything. But if you want to claim you are I can take you to a place beyond Hell which is ten times more horrifying then hell. I will take you and Blair to Oblivion! I have wanted to get my hands on you Hell's Bouncer since I first started here in SWAT again.  Radu Matei beat me to the punch. I admit he has made and awesome champion thus far but when it is time for the title He knows deep down inside that he is keeping it  warm for me. ONE DAY I WILL BE THE SWAT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION and there is not a damn thing that anyone can do about it.  So Hell's Dogshit let me get back to you. From the moment I walked into SWAT again I thought you were overatted and that is the truth. Whoever decided to make you heavyweight champion must have been on serious drugs.  Later tonight you will become Hell's Punching Bag. I am sure I will hear from you with your tedious promo about nothing an how you are the best and a former champion and that you will beat the respect out of me . Well reality check the only thing you are going to beat is your meat to pictures of Radu Matei holding the championship. SO I ask you Hell's Punching bag stay out of my way or you will become Hell's Reject for the rest of eternity. 


In the end there can only be one winner.  You are looking at him The Floridian Psychopath Michael Maddox.  Blair I am begging you to bring your all and not bring your buddies down to the ring. If you do so I will send Hell's Bouncer to give you a lap dance  or at least what is left of you. BroCode's downfall is coming into fruition. I will see you  two soon. We all know who the better man is so embrace it.


Freak Like me Blasts over the PA systems as Michael Maddox taunts the fans and heads back up the SWAT TRON 5000 and he looks back at the ring and has a sly smile while the cameras fade to the next scene

[frostbite]

Jeremy Tucker.. What action thus far, and plenty more to come. SWAT is certainly heating up.

Andrew Fulton.. Hey after this why don't we go to the pub down the street here and get totally wasted.

Jeremy Tucker.. Are you buying?

Andrew Fulton.. Hell no. Mr. Pesci is feeling rather generous this evening. I understand that he has plans to have the bar closed down and invite all the wrestlers there after the show.

Jeremy Tucker.. You know I have not had a drink in years and you want me to get drunk.

Andrew Fulton.. Live a little man and stop being a damn bloke.

Jeremy Tucker.. A bloke?

Andrew Fulton.. I hate to cut this conversation off but I understand that Warren Webber is outside.

Cut to the parking lot..

Warren Webber.. Thank you guy. I have on good authority that in a minute Frostbite should be making his way to the arena.

Jeremy Tucker.. I do not know if I would advise that. I saw Frostbite in the hotel lobby earlier in the day and when I try to get word about what happen to him last week. He was about to beat my ass.

Andrew Fulton.. Well, Frostbite had that coming to him. Do you remember this is the same man that beat and hung up Paul Soutter. I am glad Paul and Joanne beat him down.

Warren Webber.. Jeremy, I saw Frostbite a few hours ago at a local gym here in Liverpool, and he has a huge bandage over his forehead because of what happened to him last week. Also while he was working out his back has red marks up and down.

Andrew Fulton.. Warren, do you a man crush on Frostbite. Another thing, I did not know you worked out?

A gorgeous sunset is seen off in the distance but in the meantime after that breathe taking image, we see a cloud of smoke moving up into the nice sunset as it appears a motorcycle is kicking up plenty of dust as it is approaching the arena. It is getting closer as it pulls right into the parking lot. The person has a light black jacket with black jeans and black boots. This person is wearing a black helmet. They slowly take off their helmet to reveal their short blonde hair.

Crowd... YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker..Frostbite has arrived.

Frostbite reaches around to the back of the bike and grabs a blue duffel bag.

Andrew Fulton.. Frostbite looks even more intense than ever. If I were Webber, I would forget about this interview.

Warren Webber straightens out his blue and white stripe tie.

Jeremy Tucker.. I got to admit, Warren looking good tonight with that navy blue suit. I wonder if it is new.

Andrew Fulton.. Do you have a man crush on Warren?

Warren jogs over as he tries to get a word with Frostbite. He catches Warren from the corner of his left eye as he puts on the brakes holding both his duffel bag in one hand and his helmet in the other.

Frostbite.. Warren, this is not the time or place to have any interview with me right now. I have been in a foul mood all day. Jeremy tried to talk to me early and I gave the man a free pass because I like the guy. Andrew, I would have beat his ass because he socks Paul and Joseph dick.

Crowd.. COCKSUCKER!!!!! COOKSUCKER!!!!

Andrew Fulton.. I bet you think that is funny don't you Jeremy? I am glad Frostbite got what was coming to him.

Warren Webber.. Look, I have a job to do and do not want any trouble.

Frostbite is about to blow as Warren backs up a little.

Warren Webber.. Please Frostbite. Can we roll the footage of last week show.

Footage is being rolled as we see Paul beating Frostbite with a chair across his back several times. Then a moment later we see Paul beating Frostbite with a kendo stick across his back. And then the finally shot as Paul chokeslams Frostbite through the table.

Jeremy Tucker.. Warren needs to get the hell out of there right now.

After watching the footage, Frostbite is just seething, but on cue Frostbite bust out laughing.

Andrew Fulton.. I think he has lost it. I think Paul beat me silly for a lack of a better word.

Frostbite.. Warren, I am not surprised that Paul and that bitch beat me up last week. I figure Paul was going to try and get his little revenge and I guess you could say that he did.

Andrew Fulton.. That bitch has a name.

Jeremy Tucker.. I will inform Joanne that you called her a bitch.

Andrew Fulton.. I did not, Frostbite did and you know that.

Frostbite.. Paul, well played. Maybe you have some balls after all.

Crowd.. OOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Frostbite.. Paul, I look forward to our match whenever it happens. And when that does, we both know that I will beat you within an inch of your worthless life. I promise everybody that I am going to burn this bitch to the ground, and I mean it. Paul, while I am thinking about this, I know the prefect way to solve all of our problems and get out a lot of frustration. I say we have falls count anywhere match.

Crowd.. YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Frostbite.. I can think of a million ways that I can hurt your ass and enjoy it. What do you say Paul? Do you have the balls. One more thing, Paul or Joseph that slut that follows you two around, I certainly hope she has had her shots because I do not want either of you to get STD or some other disease. Joanne, please do not let me catch you out and about because trust me, I am not going to bang you. Nope, I am going to beat you to a bloody pulp and send you right back to your dickless boyfriends as a simply little message. What they woke, they should have left well enough alone.

Warren Webber.. I got to ask you?

Frostbite grabs the microphone from Warren.

Frostbite.. Warren this is your only warning. Get out of here right now or I just might make you the victim.

Warren and the camera crew are about to run away.

Frostbite.. Hey cameraman. I am not finished.

The cameraman races back, but the camera is shaking.

Frostbite., Alex Withers, how many matches have you lost since enter SWAT. Other than the finals of the Aztec tournament, what none. So I know just how good you really Are? I am sure when you catch wind of this interview you are going to tell everybody that my focus is simply on beating Paul and nothing more. However, Alex you and I, both here to become the World Champion of this place. I am not telling you something that we did not know. You have told us from day one that you do not like this company. I do not blame you for the way you are thinking. This place is a shithole. I am not going to debate that with you. We both want to make this place better. We both feel that either of us winning the title will accomplish that. Alex for me to do that, I have to get rid of the bad element first before I can accomplish that goal. You should understand that.

The camera is still shaking.

Frostbite.. Alex, I think we both knew that this day was going to come. We would face each other in that ring. I am sure this is part of Paul and Joseph master plan for us to beat the hell out of each other and we would somehow eliminate each other and there two biggest threats are out of their hair. I know how there minds work. Look, I will say this much. I guess you could say that you defeated myself and Tarrasque to advance in the Aztec tournament. I threw you over the top ropes and cost you a shot at the title. So we are even you might say. Maybe you could consider this, the rubber match. Could this match determine who might be a shot at the champ down the line? Nobody really knows. To be honest when I win this match, I probably will not receive any shot at the title because I have pissed off the bosses. But I am going to say this much Alex..

Frostbite drops the microphone for a second before he continues on.

Frostbite.. Last week, the world title match between Radu Matei and Timeless Alex Turner was a classic. Tonight, Alex I say we go out there and give these people another instant classic.

Crowd.. YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Frostbite.. When I came back to SWAT, I knew I could have those type of matches against anybody. Alex, you and I both know we can have that type of match. I have been having five star matches for many years. You see Alex, I want to continue to build on my reputation as one of the best around. We both have ego's, you want to do the same. You want to add to your legacy. I say we go out there and add onto both of our legacies. Alex, when I decide to leave this sport. I may not go down as the greatest of all time, but I want my name to be in that discussion. Tonight our match will add another chapter in that on going saga.

Frostbite drops his head, but slowly picks it up with a wicked grin across his lips.

Frostbite.. Alex, I believe you call your finishing move Stay Down..

The camera zooms in on the intense look in his blue eyes.

Frostbite.. Tonight, take that advise to heart and simply stay down. Tonight is not the night to be the hero. Your good luck or winning streak or whatever it is being called comes to an end. It will be a classic mark my words, But heave the warning..

STAY DOWN!!

Frostbite tosses the microphone against the wall behind him as it breaks. He heads toward the arena as we head back inside.

Jeremy Tucker.. Frostbite is locked and focus tonight.

Andrew Fulton.. I do not like the guy one bit, but he just might be right about his match with Alex Withers could be a classic.

[greedy]

The camera fades in and turns to the left towards Katie Moss standing at the end of a backstage hallway with mic in hand, ready to do an interview. The door behind her has a star on it with "Robbie Cox" inscribed within the star. Robbie Cox walks in from the intersecting hallway from right to left. Cox is dressed in glossy black tights with "Cox" written in red down the sides with glossy red boots to complement the tights. He has no shirt on and his hair is put back into a pony tail. He catches sight of Katie and immediately begins talking:

"You here for an autograph sweetie?" Cox says with a wide grin on his face.

"No Mr. Cox, I'm actually..." Katie begins to respond before being interrupted. "Oh, right! I've been waiting for this moment since I signed with the big times, give me a second and it'll be ready for you." Cox starts towards the door with his name on it and opens the door just enough to get by. A few seconds pass before cox re opens the door, again just enough to get out of the room. "Ok, should I go ahead and start?"

Katie looks completely confused at this point. She begins to speak but is interrupted before she can do so once again. "Whatever, if we don't get it right the first time we can do another take. Ok, action! What's up everybody?! I'm Robbie Cox and this is my backstage crib." Cox opens the door in a presenting manner. Inside the room is what looks like a modified janitors closet. Right in the middle of the room lies a heart shaped bed that consumes almost the entire room's floor space. The walls have been painted a deep shade of purple, the shelves that would typically be present have been removed and on the wall where the shelves once were are wall mounted cameras directed towards the bed. The camera looks up and a mirror is seen mounted to the ceiling. Suddenly the attention turns back to Cox. "Yea, I guess you could say this is where the magic happens!" Cox throw's up the shocker, a hand gesture in which he holds his ring finger with his thumb and presses his middle and index fingers together. "This lady get's it!" He says while pointing to Katie. Her face begins to turn red and she is clearly uncomfortable. Cox throws himself onto the bed landing on his back with his two hands behind his head in a relaxing manner. "Care to join me?"

"No, actually Mr. Cox we were...." Katie begins to speak but once again Robbie interrupts. "Don't worry, I get it, I can turn of the camera's if they make you uncomfortable? I'm sure your friend there doesn't mind stepping away for a moment either, I mean we pretty much nailed the shot." Cox hops up and reaches out towards Katie, but looks surprised as she backs away. 

"No! Mr. Cox I'm not here for that! I'm not here for any of this! I came to interview you about your upcoming match with Rajiv Khan! Please, if you could... Again Cox interrupts... "Shit! I'm so sorry, It's just that Pesci had arranged for a ... and they hadn't showed up ye ...  I'm so sorry!" Cox is overcome with embarrassment. "Honestly I hadn't seen you around so I just figured you were here for the inside look at my new pad." 

"I don't understand? We are only here for a few days, why would you have an entire closet converted into a living space?" Katie says as she starts to look even more confused.

"Well, earlier this week me and Pesci had a little meeting. Basically I told the guy that being in a shared locker room wasn't really my style. After some negotiations he agreed to hook me up with a temporary on site living arrangement, and left the details for me to decide. I may have gone a little over budget, but what Pesci doesn't know won't hurt him." 

"What's to come of this space when we move on to the next city? Surely you don't expect Pesci to accommodate you like this at every st ... You know what? We are completely off topic. Can we please discuss your match with Khan tonight?" Katie is clearly irritated with the situation and looks ready to finish the interview. 

"What's to discuss? I had the guy pick me up at the airport when I landed. I could've kicked his ass on the ride over if I wasn't so ready to see how my work unfolded here. Gotta say, I think I really outdid myself. Although i'm thinking about adding more camera's at the next st..." This time Cox is interrupted by Katie "Enough! Focus Robbie! Focus!"

Cox rolls his eyes but begins to speak. "Ok, Ok, Fine. Yea, so I'm banking on the fact that you saw my match last week? DRAMA was great and all, but it's not like I was down and out, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and couldn't break up that shitheads pin. If you were watching close enough you would've noticed that as he put on that pin I was putting Reaper out of his misery. I mean, do YOU think that guy ever gets laid? I was doing every woman in Dublin that night a favor. As for tonight, facing off against some cab driver that tried to sell me his mother's home made curry on the way to the stadium doesn't put me in a position to worry too much. I think you'll finally get to see Robbie Cox where Robbie Cox made a name for himself: On top!" Cox steps back into his personal dressing room slamming his door on the camera. 

[SWAT Team]

Narrator: Scene shifts to the Morelli Compound. It is a little before Twin #1 and #2's bedtime..Twin #1 jumps into the scene dressed in a old-school WWF Tito Santana Halloween costume- complete with that creepy looking mask.


Twin #1: Arriba!


Narrator: [In his best Jessie "The Body" Ventura voice] Chico Santana..the taco salesman from Taiwan!


Twin #2: Nobody stands up to my Arrogance!


Narrator: Twin #2 gets in the mix wearing a costume simular to "The Model" Rick Martel- with his own Arrogance Cologne bottle to spray into the faces of his opponent. The boys sneak around the corner when out of nowhere Deadpool pops up to do battle with the two rebel rousers.


JoePool: Sorry, I use humor to deflect my insecurities. Plus, I’m hilarious, don't hate!


Narrator: Deadpool ducks a "Flying Jalapeno" (in Jessie Ventura's words for the Tito Santana flying Forearm) from Twin Santana but gets hit blind sided off the top of the bunk bed by Twin Martel with a back stabber. He then follows up by putting JoePool into a Boston Crab, pulling up tight on his back.


Twin Martel: Give up you American slob.  Canada #1!


JoePool: Wow, this is such a big house, but I only ever see the two of you here. It’s like the studio didn’t have enough money for any more X-Men...


Twin Santana: Arriba! 


Narrator: JoePool JoeKO's Twin Martel out of nowhere after he escapes the Boston Crap. Now, he has Twin Santana to deal with. Suddenly, Latin salsa blares over the Alexa in the Twins room. JoePool grabs a red blanket from one of the twins' bed and starts waving it around and doing his best to put his hips into the Latin salsa music by dancing like a modern day John Travolta from Saturday Night Fever. Twin Santana's face gets beet red, a little steam comes streaming out of his ears as he begins to charge at JoePool.


Twin Santana: Aribba!!


Narrator: Twin Santana bull charges JoePool..(the camera goes slow motion JoePool is seen waking up to an alarm clock as he yawns away then shuts it off. Next scene JoePool is taking a shower and brushing his teeth, putting on deodorant and putting on his JoePool costume-scene goes back to regular speed) JoePool quickly side steps Twin Santana's bull charge then surprises him with a JoeKO out of nowhere. A loud bang is heard and the bunk beds nearly claspes. The boys room door opens and in flys the gorgeous Candice Morelli wearing a cute little pink outfit that shows off her every curve of her well maintained body.


JoePool: Yes, that is a gun in my pants. But that doesn’t mean I’m not happy to see you!


Candice Morelli: Jumpin' jehoshaphat! What are you boys up to? It's bed time, Joey, you know that.


[Joey pulls down his mask.]


JoePool: Um..no..No "Joey'' here. (He winks and whispers.) Look, babe..it's me..Joey! (He says with a proud as punch look on his face.)


Candice Morelli: Umn..yeah..I mean..JoePool .can I speak to you out in the hallway for a second? And you two..(points at the Twins) Bed time..lights out!


Twin #1: Oh!


Twin #2: Mom!


Candice Morelli: Nope...I'm not falling for the ol' 'finish each others sentences" charm. I'll be right in to tuck you in.


JoePool: Night boys!


Twin #1: Good Night.


Twin #2: 
Dad!


JoePool: Ahem...(he whispers) Kayfabe fellas'.


Twin #1: I mean-


Twin #2: JoeDad!


"Close enough.", thinks JoePool to himself."


Narrator: Candice shuts the boys' bedroom door and then looks JoePool up and down from head to toe and just giggles to herself.


Candice Morelli: What am I going to do with you? What on earth is this all about.


Joey Morelli: (He takes off the JoePool mask) I don't know about planet earth, but on planet Joey it's just me enjoying time with my kids instead of them playing video games or talking on their phone twenty-four-hours a day. I know that day will come but in the mean time I'll keep doing me the traditional family values way. Besides I'm brushing up on my opponents for my match in England..this Beatdown by DeadPool card against Strike Force on this upcoming edition of Battleground, live, only on the XHF NETWORK.


Candice Morelli: Um, babe? That's Beatdown in Blackpool..you know  as in Blackpool, England?


Narrator: Joey looks stumped then it clicks and he tries to play it off.


Joey Morelli: Oh, yeah. Right? I knew that..but are you sure it's me and 'Timeless' Alex Turner: versus Strikeforce? Tito and Rick have been retired for a long time. I wonder what kind of shape they are in? Meh, no worries. Alex is the best conditioned 280 pounder I've ever seen. He reminds me of Thor. Hey that's it .I can be JoePool and he can be TimeThor!


Candice Morelli: Not Tito and Rick. Those two good looking young cats..Shane and his brother. They are second or third generation wrestlers. And forget the Deadpool angle. Ed Dubin Little Dragon already played that out a long time ago with all his other fifty characters he tries to cram into one show.


Joey Morelli: Oh..that Strikeforce. Yeah, those guys are the future of this industry. Shane "Skywalker" Sky and "Slick" Nick Roth can go!


Candice Morelli: Can you do me a favor, babe? Will you make us some tea? I'm going to get these munchkins to bed.


Joey Morelli: Sure. I'll meet you down there.


[Joey walks downstairs. Along the way down he talks into the camera.]


Joey Morelli: Still no credibility after winning the 2019 Anzac Cup? That's okay..I'll let a guy like Leon Washington take his ball and go home to what ever dive-bar, hole in the wall, fed he came from. We don't need hired mercs like him around here anyways. Don't hate the player Washington..hate the game. STAY DOWN? How about GO HOME!


What's wrong with old school family values? Ask yourself this..where are your kids right now? I bet at least half of you have no clue. Or you just texted them in the other room to find out. That's what this world has come too? Answer me this: when was the last time you sat down with your kids and had a family meal together? I bet not often enough. It wouldn't be for me but I'm not like most people. I love spending time with my family and nothing will EVER change that. Not winning a cup..not being #1 Contender to both the SWAT and XHF NETWORK Tag Team Titles..absolutely NOTHING! 


Strikeforce is the future Chianti. I see so much of myself  in them. You wouldn't hear Shane cry after going 3-1 in a tournament in their debut. But that's the difference between being a professional wrestler and some indy darling gorging themselves with hype created within. Getting high off their own supply when reality nobody cares as much as people think. People have their own lives..they have their own problems. That's why they lay down the fifty bucks to see us perform. Do you think they really care who wins or loses? Come on..give our fanbase some kind of credit. Most are smart to our kayfabe. They just play along like with any good magician. He didn't really saw her in half. That's all smoke and mirrors.


I sound like a walking hallmark card? Yes, I do..question is why don't you and more importantly why do you care about what I do so much. Easy answer. "Timeless" Alex Turner and I are OVER with ANY crowd. That's reality! Everybody here so quick to try and get that Main Event rub? I don't blame you. Ya'll gotta' get that fifteen minutes of fame some how...right?


Strikeforce..see you in Blackpool, homies. 


SORRY NOT SORRY!

Chianti...


Do what you like!

Narrator: Hey...hold up. Who said this promo was done? Not me..this shit ain't over..not by a long shot. On behalf of my client, I am here to make sure EVERY side of the coin is represented. Why? Because my client..Joey Morelli..may be a little cookie-cutter sometimes, but I assure I am not. 


My client and his tag team partner..Timeless..go through four brutal matches in one night..my client and his partner Alex Turner..DESTROY everybody in their path and barely a mention on any social media outlets. My clients show up to work every week and don't bitch and complain. Nah, fuck that..they do what their told. Pesci put them together as a joke..we all know that. He didn't figure they would  gel into such a cohesive unit. Let's be honest..Roxylishus' tits are a "thing of beauty "..kind of like a Alex Turner drop kick..more so her tits...who can compete with those perky fuckers?


Just making sure you are still paying attention. 


We couldn't even get any love from that Cuntface-weasel-bitch Ellen Degenerates. Fucking bull dyke. Rainbow warrior. I mean not that I have anything against women muff diving on other women..just don't judge others while you do so. People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. If your closet isn't clean how the fuck you going to help me clean mine? You're not. I don't know why Timeless even went on that snow flake show. I guess he thought she was a dude. Yeah..like that's never happened before..right, Ellen?


No respect from Ellen. No respect from Withers who had to crash our Chianti party the next Battleground..No respect from anybody..Fear not Chianti fans..in Blackpool..they will have to beat the respect into Strike Force to EARN that respect..because Blackpool may NEVER be the same again!