Battleground #14 : Beatdown in Blackpool (Show)

[SWAT Team]

(The show returns from commercials for various British movies and television shows, British Ministry of Tourism and SWAT Magazine's latest cover story before fading to ringside with Ringsiders holding signs that say "Soutter's about to be Frostbit!," "Withers O' Alex!," "Frostbite is SWAT!" and "Withers Frostbite Wither!" before fading to the broadcast table where Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton are joined by Psychotic Goth and Vampira who are wearing headsets."

Jeremy Tucker: "Welcome back to Battleground: Beatdown in Blackpool and we're joined by Hardkore World legend and present SWAT Hardcore Champion
Psychotic Goth and his wife Vampira. Welcome to our broadcast table."

Andrew Fulton: "You better not try anything since I have my cross and holy water to splash all over you and Joe Pesci's pissed off at you since he placed you in a six-man match with the two wrestlers squaring off in a matter of moments."

Psychotic Goth: "So I must have done something right to piss that screw job of an owner off. He should realize the consequences when I unleash the darkness upon his and the rest of KGB's souls."

Jeremy Tucker: "You forgot that 'Timeless wants you, along with Syberus."

(Psychotic Goth laughs maniacally and bellows in an ancient dialect.)

Andrew Fulton: "Okay what did he just say before he laughed."

Vampira: "He said that's nothing knew and he's going to be prepared for one or both."

Psychotic Goth: "Pesci should realize that 'The King of the Goths' doesn't back down from anyone. I knew Syberus couldn't go away from the sport he always loves so much since his Coca Cola supply is getting more and more expensive to acquire. I wouldn't be surprised if Syberus was recruited as the third KGB member but if not I like surprises."

Jeremy Tucker: "Tonight we're going to have a match with not just your six-man tag team partners but also two wrestlers who are on fire in the SWAT ranks Alex Withers and Frostbite."

Vampira: "My husband isn't conflicted at all over who should win nor is he conflicted about his partners working together."

Psychotic Goth: "The KGB should be worried more about the three of us kicking their sorry asses all over the ring and slapping them silly. You should know about that Andrew Fulton since my mentor did it so nice and with such compassion. Though you would have enjoyed the nice little gift I created out of my sick twisted mind."

Vampira: "Here you go."

(She hands him the infamous velvet bag which he caresses lovingly.)

Psychotic Goth: "Too bad you couldn't have been used my dear gift to my opponent tonight. I'll just have to give you to one of the KGB members as a bad luck gift in the six-man match."

Jeremy Tucker: "Alex Withers is looking to continue his momentum by trying to defeat Frostbite. The thing is at out last Battleground in Ireland Alex won but needed the assistance of Paul Blair and some are doubting his legitimacy when it comes to winning straight out matches."

Andrew Fulton: "Everyone needs a little assistance besides Alex is a winner when it comes to his matches."

Psychotic Goth: "He needs no assistance since he's a fierce competitor and an excellent wrestler."

Jeremy Tucker: "Alex Withers will be tested like he hasn't been tested before since Frostbite really wants some momentum going into his battle with Soutter. Plus wherever frostbite goes the KGB is bound to be near somewhere including Soutter."

Andrew Fulton: "Of course one doesn't go without the other members and that's going to be Frostbite's downfall for threatening to burn SWAT to the ground and attacking Soutter."

Jeremy Tucker: "What my partner means is that fact that Frostbite was dogging Soutter because he felt screwed out of title matches and if that wasn't bad enough he assaulted Soutter and then had him kidnapped in an ambulance to an undisclosed location. Pesci and Bruno were led on a wild goose chase and they managed to recover a beaten and bloodied Soutter. Frostbite forced Pesci to grant him a match with Soutter, but the real bad blood between these two occurred when Soutter cost Frostbite a victory and then on a faux Soutter's Suite Soutter attacked him from behind. Believe me both these wrestlers are motivated."

Andrew Fulton: "Because there's a title shot on the line for the winner of the six-man match when it occurs."

Vampira: "The good news is Psychotic Goth is content with his hardcore title being he epitomizes hardcore wrestling."

Psychotic Goth: "Violence. Gore. Blood. Oh the arousal it gets me into when I think of all that and more."

Andrew Fulton: "What would happen if it turns out Syberus is in that six-man match."

Psychotic Goth: "I don't know we'll tear into each other like old times."

Jeremy Tucker: "Right now it's time for the match and time to go to the ring for the introductions."

Frank Salazar: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Detroit, MI. he comes in at 6ft and 170lbs. Please welcome Alex Withers."

("My Own Summer" by Deftones plays across the PA system and after a short delay out walks Alex Withers to boos dressed with a zipped up hoodie lifted open his head, simple black boots and trunks. He walks with a purpose towards the ring. Siding under the bottom rope he heads towards his corner without even a look towards the camera. Rubbing at each wrist he waits until the last possible moment to take his top off and bounces on the balls of his feet awaiting his opponent.)

Frank Salazar: "Now introducing from Boulder, CO. He comes in at 6'2" and weighs in at 225lbs. He is the 'Cold Hearted Bastard.' Please welcome Frostbite."

(The ringsiders cheer as "Seek and Destroy" by Metallica plays as we see lotus flying on the tron after seconds until day turn to night as the image fades out and another of a huge nuclear explosion as you see is tanks firing in the air and right after that image we see soldiers walking in unison and that image fades out and another of a huge nuclear explosion as you see ash and dust of a city. The lights in the arena grow dark for a few seconds as it comes back up a blue figure is seen up the show of the steps as someone is standing up there wearing a gray hoodie with their head down. As they slowly pick up their heads we can see intense look in their eyes, we see it is Frostbite. He takes a walk down the steps as fans reach out to touch his hands or his broad shoulders. As he stops mid-wa looking into the rows as he nods his head as the crowd chants his name. As he gets to the bottom of the step he climbs over the barricade . He quickly takes off his hoodie and hands it over to some fan at ringside. he turns his attention to the ring and his opponent with an intense look in his blue eyes. He begins to climb the steps and jumps over the top ropes. He continues to look at his opponent not taking his eyes off his opponent as the lights turn back to normal and his music fades as he is ready for a war.)

Jeremy Tucker: "The bell rings and this match between two of the best athletes in SWAT is underway. They meet in the center of the ring and exchange words before Alex slaps Frostbite hard in the fsce."

Andrew Fulton: "Do it again for Soutter."

Jeremy Tucker: "Thank you for your unsolicited rant."

Vampira: "Wouldn't it be great to give him a nice necking."

Psychotic Goth: "Save some blood for me, my wife."

Jeremy Tucker: "He slaps him harder but Frostbite just rubs his face smiling and no selling those slaps. Frostbite returns the favor twice sending Alex reeling and both start exchanging rights. Alex whips Frostbite into the ropes and flying double chops him. He unleashes a series of high flying dropkicks sending Frostbite out of the ring and follows up with a springboard plancha off the ring apron wiping Frostbite out."

Andrew Fulton: "That's showing Frostbite what happens when you mess with Soutter and Pesci. Alex whips Frostbite into the ringsteps and he looks under the ring and finds a metal sheet and slides it in. He places it in the corner before leaving to roll Frostbite back into the ring."

Vanpira: "That's obviously two inches of steel in that corner and it's not going to give."

Psychotic Goth: "That's mildly hardcore and they can do better than that. Let's see some barbed wire in that corner or even razor blade or even nail laced baseball bats in the corner, that's truly hardcore for these two brawlers."

Jeremy Tucker: "Alex is on fire early as he opens up a can of whoop ass Alex scoop bodyslams Frostbite hard before dropping a leg on his chest. He makes an early cover...One...Kickout by Frostbite."

Andrew Fulton: "Alex whips Frostbite into that corner with the metal sheet, but Frostbite reverses it sending Alex into that metal sheet in the corner charging hard in and he trainwrecks Alex Withers. He returns the can of whoop ass with one of his own. The question is how much damage can that sheet metal take."

Vampira: "We can test it personally in the six-man match."

Psychotic Goth: "A great idea Vampira and we'll definitely remember doing it."

Jeremy Tucker: "Frostbite enters the ring and smashes the chair repeatedly into Alex's back. He waits and repeatedly jams the edge of the chair into Alex's mid-section and his throat. Frostbite whips Alex into the ropes and sideslams him."

Andrew Fulton: "Frostbite goes for the cover and gets a close two count. He picks Alex up and he counters with a series of headbutts to Frostbite's mid-section followed by a series of uppercuts and then a couple of high flying dropkicks sending Frostbite out of the ring onto the concrete floor."

Vampira: "Alex bounds into the ropes and gains momentum before flying over the top ropes but Frostbite was ready for it and ducks. Alex crashes and burns on the security guard railing. Alex looks like he hurt his ribs when he hit the guard railing and he stumbles towards Frostbite who delivers a jawbreaker."

Psychotic Goth: "They shouldn't have to worry about impressing me since I'm already convinced they are excellent partners in our six-man match."

Jeremy Tucker: "Frostbite smells blood and he throws Alex back into the ring and looks under the apron and finds some fluorescent lightbulbs. He smashes them two by two cutting open Alex's head before he opens up a can of whoop ass on those injured ribs of Alex Withers."

Andrew Fulton: "Somebody blew thousands of dollars on fluorescent lightbulbs for two matches. Why can't the two of us get some of that fluorescent lightbulb money in our paychecks."

Jeremy Tucker: "It's rather obvious that maintenance comes first even if the wrestlers are doing it to each other."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah I can see Frostbite replacing fluorescent lightbulbs in an opponent's mouth."

Vampira: "Don't give my husband any ideas or he will do it."

Psychotic Goth: "Why not? It's a nice way of conveying your respect for a fellow opponent."

Vampira: "Warned you not to give my husband any ideas."

Psychotic Goth: "Please I accept all sick and twisted suggestions. Frostbite removes the padding from that turnbuckle and attempts to smash Alex's already cup open head into that exposed turnbuckle but he blocks it and smashes Frostbite's head repeatedly into it and now Frostbite's head is cut open."

(The ringsiders boo as Bruno and Joanna Canelli come to ringside with her bodyguards and they grabs seats and sit down.)

Jeremy Tucker: "It looks like we've been joined by KGB's own Bruno and Joanne Canelli and bodyguards. They seem to be allegedly attempting to be on their best behaviour as they sit at ringside. Joanna snaps her fingers and goes into her dress and pulls out a wad of cash and hands it to one of her bodyguards to buy some beer and pretzels."

Andrew Fulton: "Come on Joanna let me have that money and I'll get you whatever you want."

Jeremy Tucker: "I'm sure she wants you to handle the money while she watches this particular match."

Andrew Fulton: "Don't worry she can trust me plus she and Bruno are here because Frostbite is wrestling in this match and he is a marked man."

Jeremy Tucker: "Yeah and we also know Soutter's hiding at ringside somewhere."

Andrew Fulton: "Hopefully to slap the taste out of Frostbite for provoking him."

Vampira: "What wouldn't be a surprise would it Fulton. Alex whips Frostbite into the ropes and executes a beautiful flying leg clothesline before lunging onto Frostbite for the cover and gets a two count. Alex attempts a suplex but Frostbite blocks it and counters with one of his own."

Psychotic Goth: "Frostbite hangs on and does it a second and third completing the Three Amigos before floating over for a two count of his own. He mounts and grounds and pounds Alex's face and head and that cut has just become much, much worse."

Jeremy Tucker: "Frostbite still hasn't seen Joanne, her bodyguards or even Bruno at ringside. He smashes Alex's head into that exposed turnbuckle and now that cut is really cut open and flowing with blood."

Vampira: "I love what's going on right now between these two."

Psychotic Goth: "Yes our six-man tag partners are showing they love blood and so do we. They are impressing 'The King of the Goths' quite a bit and I love that in tag team partners."

Jeremy Tucker: "Frostbite leaves the ring again and looks under the ring apron and finds a two by four before re entering the ring and he whips Alex into the ropes and uses the two by four to smash Alex's mid-section and then smashes his ribs. So far the KGB has been keeping to themselves which is quite a miracle unto itself."

Andrew Fulton: "Of course they would keep to themselves since they believe in true honor and respect compared to a certain individual named Frostbite. He's another story after the things he's done for the last month or so. Frostbite again mounts and grounds and pounds Alex's head and face with a vengeance."

Vampira: "The more blood spilled the more 'The King of the Goths' is impressed. Frostbite whips Alex who reverses it sending Frostbite hard into the corner with that metal sheet. He charges in and trainwrecks Frostbite hard into it."

Psychotic Goth: "The pain these two are inflicting on each other just to impress me makes me respect these two even more as my partners. I love it. Alex bulldogs Frostbite out of the corner and then monkey flips onto him for the cover...One....Two....T...No! Frostbite kicks out."

Jeremy Tucker: "They seem more than worthy to be your partners verses the KGB. Alex sets up Frostbite and suplexs him before floating over for the cover for another close three count. Alex scoop bodyslams Frostbite before climbing to the top rope and shooting star presses Frostbite."

Andrew Fulton: "Let me tell you something Jerry, right now, Withers and Frostbite could not give a stuff about some 6 man match next week and impressing YOU GOTH! They are out there to beat each other, straight up, and that’s all they care about. Another close pin and another kick out by Frostbite. That won't be the case with the well coordinated and well oiled wrestling machine known as the KGB. Alex leaves the ring and goes under the ring apron and pulls out some barbed wire."

Vampira: "One of the best ways to impress my husband and myself by spilling buckets and buckets of blood. Alex wraps his fist with the barbed wire and pounds Frostbite's head before face washing him with the barbed wire."

Psychotic Goth: "Oh the blood. The gore, and the arousal I get when I see this level of violence. Alex unwraps the barbed wire before going behind and cinches in a rear naked choke submission."

Jeremy Tucker: "Alex has it in tight as Frostbite struggles to get to his feet. He delivers a few elbows before belly to back suplexes Alex and both are down."

Andrew Fulton: "The referee's counting as both slowly stir. So far both Joanne Cannelli and Bruno are still on their best behavior. Frostbite stirs first and rolls onto Alex for the cover....One....Two....Th....No! Alex gets an arm up."

Vampira: "Don't expect those two KGB dumbasses to stay good or even on their best behaviour. They're more rotten than the cuisine at Joe Pesci's restaurants and Chianti's wine and spirits line and that's being complimentary. Frostbite finally notices those two morons, who are still acting so innocent and nice it's sickening. Alex sneaks up on Frostbite and he rolls him up...,One....Two.....T....No! Frostbite kicks out."

Andrew Fulton: "Bruno and Joanne are looking angrily at you for insulting them."

Psychotic Goth: "Like we fucking care about what those bitches feel about what we say. Alex diving forearms Frostbite and unleashes some truly stiff elbows. He picks up Frostbite and attempts to ram his head into the metal sheet but Frostbite blocks him and smashes Alex's head into the metal sheet."

Jeremy Tucker: "Frostbite finds the barbed wire and wraps it around Alex's face and head before tightening it around and he's pulling it back so hard that his face is being ripped open.."

Andrew Fulton: "Look like he doesn't need a shave since he has that barbed wire wrapped around his face. Joanne Canelli and Bruno just got up and climb up onto the ring apron. They're obviously explaining to the referee about Frostbite's actions."

Vampira: "Yeah he's breaking the rules like Chianti and the KGB."

Psychotic Goth: "Frostbite's daring Joanne and Bruno to enter the ring, but he's mostly daring Joanne to come into the ring and plant one on the cheek. I hope she enters the ring and see what happens to her sex life and I like that in a tag team partner."

Frostbite: "COME ON JOANNE. YOU WANT TO PLANT ONE ON A REAL MAN UNLIKE THAT ASSHOLE BRUNO!"

Jeremy Tucker: "As usual Frostbite pushes his luck and the envelope with the KGB."

Andrew Fulton: "Pushing his luck is right. Frostbite's been pushing is luck and asking for a death wish when he began messing with the KGB. The referee's attempting to get them off the ring apron."

Jeremy Tucker: "The referee continues to attempt to restore order preventing Bruno from stepping over the ropes. Frostbite's motioning Bruno to get into the ring and hit him. Alex sneaks up on Frostbite and executes a neckbreaker but the referee's to distracted. The referee finally sees the cover and dives down to make the count...One....Two....Th...No! Frostbite gets an arm up."

Andrew Fulton: "Alex Withers almost got the victory but the referee's count was too slow."

Jeremy Tucker: "That's because Joanne and Bruno decided to interfere in the match costing Alex the victory."

Andrew Fulton: "Because Frostbite provoked them."

Jeremy Tucker: "It was of KGB's own doing."

Andrew Fulton: "It wasn't of their own doing."

Vampira: "Alex sets up the barbed wire and then sets up Frostbite for a suplex. Frostbite holds his back in pain as Alex elbow drops onto Frostbite's chest. He goes for the cover .... One .... Two .... Thr ..... No! Frostbite gets a shoulder up."

Psychotic Goth: "Alex is so pissed off at the count Alex whips Frostbite who reverses it and whips Alex into the ropes and hold on as Frostbite charges but is back body dropped over the ropes and out of the ring landing real hard on the concrete floor. That definitely hurt."

Jeremy Tucker: "I think you described that fall perfectly. Joanne and Bruno once again are injecting themselves into the match again as Alex bounds into the ropes accidentally hitting Joanna who falls off the ring apron and her bodyguards come over to help her up. Meanwhile Alex launches himself over the ropes and wipes out Frostbite."

Andrew Fulton: "I think Alex just put his life and health at risk as Joanne’s bodyguards come up to him and they have a stare down while the referee's ordering them away. They back off and return to Joanne as Alex grabs a chair and he starts beating Frostbite with it. He jams it into his throat before he returns to the ring with the chair....Wait someone just climbed over the security guard railing."

Jeremy Tucker: "Wait a minute. That's not a wrestling fan but none other than Soutter. He opens up a can of whoop ass during the referee distraction."

Andrew Fulton: "Don't feel sorry for Frostbite since he's the one who kept provoking Soutter, the KGB and most of all Joe Pesci. So doesn't a beat down by The Suit fit Frostbite's punishment? Soutter sets up Frostbite and executes a Soutter Special and he does it a second time before spitting on him and tossing him back into the ring unceremoniously. The referee and Alex don’t know what has happened."

Psychotic Goth: "The blind have eyes but they still can not see."

Jeremy Tucker: "Alex doesn't realize it either as he sets Frostbite up and executes a buckle bomb into the metal sheet and pulls him out and makes the cover not realizing he had assistance from Soutter....One....Two....Three."

Frank Salazar: "Your winner at 11miinutes and 11seconds Alex Withers."

Jeremy Tucker: "Once again Alex Withers gains what seems to be a tainted victory over Frostbite with the help of the KGB and Soutter. Now Joanne signals her bodyguards and Bruno to attack Alex from behind as Soutter enters the ring and continues to assault Frostbite's crotch."

Vampira: "Excuse us while we take care of some business."

Psychotic Goth: "Let's spread some darkness and commit some carnage in the process."

(They take their head sets off and leave the broadcast table and storm the ring.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Psychotic Goth just stormed the ring with Vampira and he grabs the metal sheet and starts beating everyone in his way with it. Joanne Cannelli continues to grind the heel of her shoe into Alex's crotch and he's howling in pain not realizing Vampira's behind her.
She turns around and sees Vampira hissing and baring her fangs before she digs them into her neck."

Andrew Fulton: "Pesci and Morelli's going to be real pissed at that. Hopefully they hire a hit man to rub them out for that along with 'The Psychotic One's' tag partners for their actions as well. Meanwhile Soutter whips Frostbite into that exposed turnbuckle and charges but in nobody's home and Frostbite opens up a can of whoop ass with a vengeance."

Jeremy Tucker: "Alex and Frostbite double flying clothesline Bruno over the top rope and he crashes to the hard concrete floor. Alex sommersault planchas out of the ring stomping on Bruno's crotch. Looks like the crotch is popular when it comes to this match. Psychotic Goth and Vampira go after Joanne's bodyguards while Joanne's scrambling to get out of the ring."

Andrew Fulton: "Vampira sees her and grabs her by the hair and she head butts her hard before throwing her out of the ring unceremoniously. Frostbite sees Bruno get up and gets onto the top turnbuckle and flying dropkicks into the security guard railing. Psychotic Goth flies over the top rope and suicide splashes Bruno and mounts and grounds and pounds Bruno. He pushes Psychotic Goth off and both start brawling all over ringside while Alex starts laying in the fists to Joanne's bodyguards and Frostbite is brawling with Soutter and Frostbite smashes Soutter's head into the ring post."

(The ringsiders boo as Joe Pesci and a team of security personnel storm ringside to break it up.)

Joe Pesci: "HEY! HEY! HEY! CUT IT THE FUCK OUT! NOW ALL THREE OF YOU PUSHED YOUR LUCK TOO FAR! YEAH THAT'S FUCKING RIGHT! YOU, PSYCHOTIC GOTH, ALEX WITHERS AND DEFINITELY YOU FROSTBITE JUST MESSED WITH THE WRONG GUY!!!"

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah you tell them sir!"

(Joanne Cannelli goes up and bitch slaps Psychotic Goth and gets in his face. Psychotic Goth's eyes and expression become frightening as he laughs maniacally and screams something in an ancient dialect before spitting blood onto Joanne Cannelli as he laughs again before turning to Joe Pesci who's trying to get at him but stops when he sees the scary expression on Goth's face.)

Psychotic Goth: "PESCI YOU SCREWED EVERYONE HERE FROM FROSTBITE TO ALEX WITHERS AND ME! DO NOT MAKE THREATS YOU CAN NOT GO THROUGH WITH OR EVEN DARE TO BACK UP! BEWARE OF THE DARKNESS AND DARE NOT SCREW WITH THE FORCES OF DARKNESS OR YOU SHALL SUFFER!"

Joe Pesci: "I COULD GIVE A DAMED FUCK ABOUT YOUR PHONY ASSED THREATS OF BAD B-MOVIE PLOTLINE DARKNESS....."

(Psychotic Goth bellows in an ancient dialect and spews out what looks like slime and bile all over Joe Pesci and laughs demonically his laugh sounding beastly.)

Andrew Fulton: "He's a dead man now but his voice makes him sound like he already is."

Psychotic Goth: "PESCI YOU MADE A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL AND NOW THE DEVIL SHALL CLAIM YOUR SOUL! YOU SEE SATAN SHALL COME FOR YOU! BEWARE OF THE DARK FORCES WHICH SHALL STALK YOU! BEWARE OF ALL THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU INCLUDING YOUR INNER CIRCLE AND THE KGB! BEWARE OF WHAT YOU EAT AND WHEN YOU SLEEP! WHEN YOU WALK BEWARE OF THE SHADOWS AROUND YOU OR THEY SHAL SWALLOW YOU UP AND BRING YOU TO HELL!"

(He pauses with deadly silence.)

Psychtoic Goth: "HIRE ALL THE HITMEN AND MOB MUSCLE YOUR MONEY CAN BUY! YOU SHALL SEE IT SHALL DO YOU NO GOOD! YOU AND THE KGB ARE ON THE ROAD TO RUIN AND YOU SHALL WELCOME TO YOUR DEATH!"

Joe Pesci: "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR SHIT! GET THESE FUCKIN BASTARDS OUT OF MY SIGHT AND ESCORTED FROM THE ARENA!"

((Psychotic Goth laughs demonically all the while scaring like a demonic beast at Pesci who tries to look brave but seems more nervous as all three are taken away.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Well looks like something that resembles order has just been restored."

Andrew Fulton: "At least Pesci got some revenge by having them escorted from the building."

Jeremy Tucker: "Believe me it's not even close to being settled six-man match or not between these three and the KGB. Believe me Psychotic Goth gave Pesci a warning that I hope he follows since Psychotic Goth is a dangerous individual and that includes both Frostbite and Alex Withers."

Andrew Fulton: "Don't forget that all three will be at each other's throats since Pesci made sure a title shot's on the line which means the KGB and Pesci come out on top."

Jeremy Tucker: "You forget that Psychotic Goth cares more about his title than anything else at the moment. Plus it's Alex Withers and Frostbite who feel more screwed than Psychotic Goth though he's still steamed about being snubbed for a SWAT Magazine cover story. Right now we have to take a break to clear the ring for more action. So when we return you'll see a clear ring and hopefully no more chaos from anyone. We'll be right back."

(They fade to commercials.)

[frostbite]

Moments after we come back from commercial break, Frostbite pushes the black curtain leading from the ring into the backstage area. He has an intense look in his blue eyes from what we can tell because after his brutal match with Alex Withers where he took the hard loss, blood is pouring down Frostbite face, as you can drops of blood coming from his forehead as it is hitting the cold and unforgiven floor below. As Frostbite continues to walk around the backstage area leaving drops of blood everywhere he goes. He appears to be looking around for somebody and we think we know who that might be..

Frostbite.. WHERE IN THE HELL IS SOUTTER!!!! COME ON PAUL STOP HIDING. STOP BEING A PUSSY!!

He said reaming his head off the more he does the more blood is pouring from his head. A young man wearing a white shirt with blue jeans and black and white shoes he approaches Frostbite with a towel in his left hand. The young man is not so sure if he would like to approach the cold hearted bastard. The young man rubs his fingers through his short brown hair.

Young man.. Frostbite, we need to get that cut check out sir. You are leaving quite a trail of blood on this floor.

Frostbite.. Listen son, I do not have the time for your foolishness, I need to find Soutter. Do you have where that pussy is at.

Young man.. Sir you should show some respect for one of the bosses around here.

Frostbite.. Kid you better have some respect for the man that is standing right in front of you. I am going to ask you once again.. Where in the hell is that bastard, Soutter and his mindless assholes.

Frostbite snatches the towel from the young man as he wipes away the blood from his face. But it does him no good because more blood is dropping down his face.

Young man.. Sir you need to get that cut on your forehead check out. It appears that you might need some stitches.

Frostbite tosses the towel onto the floor.

Frostbite.. I will get that cut check out when I am good and ready. I will ask you once again.. WHERE IN THE HELL IS SOUTTER?

As he is saying these words spit goes flying everywhere especially right in the young man's face.

Young man.. Sir I do not appreciate that fact that you are spitting in my face.

Frostbite blood is boiling over as he is about to blow.

Young man.. Please sir can we get that cut look at.

Frostbite grabs the young man white shirt and uses his shirt as a towel and decides to wipe is blood soaked face on his shirt. The young man looks down at his shirt as he is about to bust of vein in his neck.

Young man.. Why in the hell did you do that? You had a towel and you threw it onto the floor, but instead you decide to wipe it on my shirt. Sir you owe me a shirt. I can see why Mister Soutter wants you gone.

Frostbite reaches our and grabs the young man by his shirt and lifts him off the ground just a little.

Frostbite.. Your boss, is a pussy. He is running around scared from me. Tell me why your boss is scared of me because he knows once I catch his worthless ass, he will no longer be here because I am going to put him in the hospital. If you want a job around here after I burn it to the ground and rebuild it, then I would suggest you be a lot nicer to me. Your boss screwed not only me but this people out of a five star match that myself and Withers were having. What makes it worse I had Withers beat until your boss decide to stick his fat ass in my business. Alex won the match want is done is done.

Security rush to the young man aid before Frostbite hurts him.

Frostbite.. You tell your boss, next week, I will promise him I will get a piece of his ass someway shape or form before our big match. I am going to bury your boss and his boyfriend Pesci too.

He pushes the young man back as he continues to walk around backstage with blood still pouring down his face yelling.

Frostbite.. SOUTTER!!!! WHERE ARE YOU!!!

Back to ringside..

Jeremy Tucker.. Frostbite is highly upset.

Andrew Fulton.. Well he got what was coming to him it could have very well cost him a win against Withers but again we are guessing.

Jeremy Tucker.. It was a great match make no mistake about it.

Andrew Fulton.. Frostbite better be careful what he wishes for, because I believe Frostbite will be the one laying in a hospital bed. He can not win this war and he should know that. KGB rule.

[SWAT Team]

Llights flicker over the stage creating a beautiful strobe effect as “Collapsing” by Demon Hunter blasts through the speakers, bringing fans up to their feet in excitement whilst The Blackpool Bombshell walks out from behind the curtain in her purple ring gear. She looks around at the sold out audience, smirking confidently and nodding her head in approval, as if to say: “Yeah, this is enough people to watch me perform tonight.” Blaze then gets a cold chill, shivers are sent down her spine which she covers up by rolling her shoulders a few times before running down the ramp and sliding into the ring, humping the mat seductively to get the large crowd all hot and bothered. Thinking she’s out here for her first title opportunity, the fans are surprised when she calls for a mic.
Frank Salazar gets up and hands her one through the ropes. She takes it from him, twirling it around in her right hand just pacing back and forth-

Andrew Fulton: Oh man! She’s lookin’ hot tonight, Jerry! I wonder what she’s gonna say!? Maybe she came out here to answer all twelve of my texts about that dinner date in person?

Jeremy Tucker: I wouldn’t get my hopes up if I were you, Andrew.

Blaze Freya: Y’know, back when I debuted for this company it was like nothing I had ever been a part of before. I saw women like Lucky Linda, Lynn Brewster and even Olympia, believe it or not… I looked up at their images placed all over the walls in the back n’ said to myself: “Huh… That must be what this company is all about.” And for days after my debut match I was asking myself what they have that I don’t n’ just recently I found the answer…

Andrew Fulton: Oh geez, what’s the answer, Blaze? Tell us what the answer is, we gotta know!

-Blaze chuckles, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly and dropping a huge bomb on the entire women’s division of SWAT-

Blaze Freya: They have fear! They’re all afraid of something- N’ I know! “But Blaze we’re ALL afraid of something, aren’t we? It’s only human.” If being afraid makes us human than I am 100% alien because I’m not afraid of anything! I don’t come from these parts, ladies n’ gentlemen! I come from whatever is underneath the underground! I come from fighting pits in the deepest darkest holes of England, where the only thing you could possibly do to break the rules, is make a rule!!!

Murderers, sexists, streetfighters, gang members, racists, homophobes, cult leaders,

YOU NAME IT! You name it n’ chances are I’ve beat the brakes off of em in a ring just like this one…

Jeremy Tucker: Listen to this crowd! They love her, every word she says they applaud like crazy!

Andrew Fulton: I love her too, Jerry! They can all back off! Blaze is mine! MINE I TELL YOU!

-Much like the audience, Freya’s words are starting to hype her up as well. The energy and support from her hometown crowd in Blackpool is only adding fuel to an already out of control fire burning within her. The passion in her voice is complemented by her British swagger, just oozing charisma as she works the crowd perfectly-

Blaze Freya: I can’t be certain but I can hope this crowd has at least one person who watched me get down n’ dirty with the worst of em-

-She’s cut off by a loud roar from about 20 fans spread throughout the audience who did indeed see her battling her way through the scum and villainy she spoke of-

Blaze Freya: I wanna thank all two of ya for coming out tonight…

-She smirks, getting a big laugh from the fans-

Jokes aside, I’m glad you’re all here to watch me do what I love on a bigger platform than I’ve ever been on. The wrestlers of SWAT may look at me n’ see nothing other than a newbie with a hothead which is fine, I don’t perform for them and to be brutally honest I don’t perform for any of you fans either. I’ve said it many times, you can love me or hate me it’ll make no difference, I will perform the same either way. I’m not here for approval or popularity, I’m here for blood and gold.

-Blaze glares at the nearest camera, tilting her head with a sadistic smile on her face almost like she could see Olympia shaking in her boots through the lens-

Blaze Freya: N’ you have both of those things, don’tcha, O?

-Laughs but suddenly snaps out of it, right into a resting bitch face-

You talked of a “hometown advantage” yeah? Olympia, when I wrestle the crowd disappears… my care for your wellbeing and mine disappear… The lights, the sound, Frank, Andrew, Jeremy, they all vanish into thin air n’ it’s just me and my opponent. Therefore the only advantage I have over you is my lack of fear. You can say you aren’t afraid of me, you can say I’m no threat to your title reign n’ we’ll all find out just how full of shit you truly are when I beat your ass from here to the U.S!

-The crowd goes wild, Blaze doesn’t seem pleased yet and begins to strip off her jacket, tossing it out to them getting an even louder reaction which she completely ignores, speaking over them as she approaches the ropes furiously-

Blaze Freya: Whether your name is Linda La Fey, Lynn Brewster, Suzi Spitz OR Olympia, you can count on me to give you a beatdown no matter where the show is!!! You bitches WERE what this company was all about before I arrived in it! And if I hold my breath right now, perhaps ONE of you would be the greatest female wrestler breathing!

Andrew Fulton: TELL EM FREYA!

-The fans are almost as worked up as Freya is, with every sentence they get louder and louder like they’re competing with her to see who can be the loudest... She’s winning-

Blaze Freya: After I win The Pan Am Championship, I’m going to make all other champions look terrible. I could give two flying forearms less about Radu’s dream matches n’ I’ll slap the piss outta Joe Pesci if he ever brings his troll ass anywhere near MY ring while I’m in it!

-Crowd: “OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!”-

That’s right, I said it! You know why!? Cos’ I’m fearless! I never gave a fuck about what’s censored n’ I never will, I don’t bow down to authority, I don’t avoid members of big alliances or hold my tongue when it comes to someone with a lot of pull backstage. I speak my mind regardless of consequences because when you have the kind of talent that I do, it is impossible to be held down! You bitches are big on a network where being sexist is against the rules… I’ve been world champion in places where the OWNER WAS SEXIST! I’m not recommending the place by any means, I’m just sayin’ if I could become top dog in a sexist promotion imagine what the fuck I’m gonna do here!!!

-After a few much needed deep breaths, and well-deserved massive pops from the crowd, and Fulton... Blaze Freya wraps up her hype speech as nicely as possible-

Blaze Freya: SWAT is my new home... I am not a submissive woman, I don’t have a ‘man of the house’ nor would I submit to one if I did. I am the dom in every situation, meaning you can be man, woman, robot, big demon monster, ghost, the grim reaper I don’t give a shit… You will be dominated by Blaze Fuckin’ Freya if you ever have the guts to step up. I will beat you, humiliate you, decimate and defeat you before I allow you to sit back down never to step up again. With that said, I’ll be waiting right here in the middle of this ring until Olympia brings her submissive little ass out here to hand me that beautiful Pan Am Championship.

-Blaze extends the hand with the mic in it over the top rope and drops it like a total boss, arrogantly strutting backward into the centre of the ring and popping a squat to wait for the current reigning and defending Pan Am Champion-

Jeremy Tucker: WHAT!?

Andrew Fulton: I think she’s ready, Jerry! She’s just waiting on her competition!

Jeremy Tucker: She’s out of her mind if she thinks Olympia will hand over that title! No way in hell will it be that easy!

Andrew Fulton: Well, I don’t think she WANTS it to be that easy, Jer—

Frank Salazar: Aaaaaand, The Pan Am Champion! Standing six-feet tall! Hailing from Olympia, Washington! She is the Golden Girl, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOLYMPIAAAAAAAAA!!!

[The Olympic Theme plays and the Amatron shows an American Flag waving before fading to the Olympic flag as the words Olympia are shown. The England crowd boos at the sight of it. Olympia walks towards the ramp way with her head bowed down low as red, white and blue pyros explode. Boos intensify. She stands there and then lifts her head slowly before marching down the ramp way. She removes the American flag and folds it with respect before doing the same with the Olympic flag and gives it to the ring attendant. She enters the ring and bows to all corners with respect and honouring the ringsiders before taking off her jacket revealing a red, white and blue MMA combat halter with the Olympic symbol on the front, tight red, white and blue MMA fighting trunks with USA on the front and red, white and blue wrestling boots with red, white and blue tassels. She takes off her gold medals and gives them and her jacket to the ring attendant. She tests the ropes and stares down Blaze Freya with intensity and purpose. The referee holds The Pan Am Championship up high for everyone to see, then shows it to Olympia, who looks down at it and smirks, looking back up at Freya completely focused and determined. When he shows it to Blaze, she licks the center plate making eye contact with Olympia the entire time.]

Jeremy Tucker: And here we go! Both women in the ring prepared for battle! Willing to risk their bodies, their lives just to have the honor of becoming new, or remaining the Pan Am Champion! I gotta go with Olympia in this one, I think her experience will overcome Blaze’s fiery will to succeed. Who do you got, Andrew?

Andrew Fulton: As if it was ever in question? I got my girl Blaze Freya! She’s gonna win this for Blackpool and for ME Jerry! Then I’m gonna take her on a date and give her a real nice massage!
Jeremy Tucker: I don’t think that’ll happen in a million years, Fulton.

Andrew Fulton: I don’t mind waiting that long!

Jeremy Tucker: They circle around the middle of the ring, looking for a weakness in each other’s stances- WHAT’S THIS!? Olympia is actually offering a handshake to show respect to the new girl here in SWAT! Blaze is lifting her right hand up high in the air and- Wuh! She just put it down the front of her tights, Andrew!

Andrew Fulton: My face is jealous of that hand right now!

Jeremy Tucker: Oh and NOW she offers to shake Olympia’s hand but Olympia no longer seems keen! Blaze just shrugs it off lunging right into a collar and elbow- OH! Olympia just tossed her across the ring like she was nothing!

Andrew Fulton: Blaze looks surprised! I sure hope she didn’t underestimate the strength of The Pan Am Champion

Jeremy Tucker: Freya seems more focused now, raising up to her feet with her hands up high signalling for a test of strength, which Olympia finds hilarious considering she knows for a fact she has the advantage here. Olympia goes to accept- Blaze with a stiff kick to the abdomen sending the champ to a knee. OH! She just slapped her with the hand she had down her tights! What nerve, what disrespect shown here by the challenger!

Andrew Fulton: Whatever! That was payback for the slap I received! I’m sure of it. Olympia didn’t take too kindly to it, though. Blaze runs off the ropes right into a clothesline from HELL!!!

Jeremy Tucker: OOF! She nearly took her head off with that! She isn’t done either, picking her up by the hair and body slamming her down hard on the canvas! Blaze is in trouble!

Andrew Fulton: No, no, no! This is all part of her plan I assure you. She’s just playing possum. Any minute now she’s gonna get up and blast Olympia with the force of a thousand lightning bolts!

Jeremy Tucker: Olympia running off the ropes with a huge elbow drop! Freya tries to roll away but she’s caught the trunks, Olympia with a deadlift German Suplex into the pin! ONE! TWO!!

Andrew Fulton: NO! She powers out at the last second keeping this match alive. I told ya she was playing possum.

Jeremy Tucker: I don’t think you know what ‘playing possum’ means, Fulton. Olympia has come to the realization that keeping Blaze down won’t be as easy of a task as she may have thought.

Andrew Fulton: If she thought it’d be easy AT ALL she had better be coming up with a new plan! Blaze said it herself, she comes from whatever is underneath the underground. She’s used to going through tables, jumping off ladders and still fighting! Tonight we’ll see what she’s really made of and I know for certain she’s made of more than just good looks, although her good looks would be enough alone!

Jeremy Tucker: Olympia getting right back to work, both ladies getting up to their feet at about the same time. Blaze grabs her wrist and whips into the turnbuckle but Olympia completely no-sells it coming right back at her with a running clothesline out the corner! Blaze just did like three rotations before crash landing, my goodness!

Andrew Fulton: Olympia grabbing Freya up by her throat with both hands and lifting her up like she’s weightless! OH MY! She runs and tosses her over the top rope all the way to the outside mats that was like a ten foot drop!!! I need to go check on her! I have to!

Jeremy Tucker: NO! You have to stay right here and do your damn job, Fulton! Though I do agree that was a very nasty landing but what power, what strength shown by our Pan Am Champion to be able to just throw a grown woman like that!

Andrew Fulton: She has like six inches on Freya, Jerry! The size advantage is ridiculous! We have men who match up with Blaze better than she does. This is unfair, she needs a new opponent her own size!

Jeremy Tucker: That’s the thing, Fulton! Blaze wanted this match! She requested this match so she better be ready for more punishment just like that.

Andrew Fulton: I don’t wanna watch this. My girl is getting destroyed in there! Someone stop this massacre!

Jeremy Tucker: Good luck, I don’t think anyone could stop Olympia. Blaze now, getting up looking like a lost and frightened little girl, struggling to even lay across the ring apron and- Uh oh, Andrew! We know what comes next in this position! Olympia runs and hops over the top rope, going for that springboard moonsault and Freya rolls into the ring just in time! Olympia eats a face full of ring apron and stands stunned on the outside!

Andrew Fulton: Freya gets up to her feet, running and rebounding off the ropes! She lunges and flies through with a suicide dive- NO! No she turns it into a codebreaker with both knees right to the face of Olympia!!! What a move! The giantess is stunned, staggering back and falling onto the ramp! This is her chance to turn the tides in her favor!

Jeremy Tucker: Olympia is struggling to get back up already on all fours. Blaze runs and hits a massive curbstomp!!! She just drove Olympia’s face into the steel ramp!

CROWD CHEERS!

Andrew Fulton: Just when everyone was starting to count her out, Blaze comes back with a move like that! I’m in love with this woman, Jerry! I think I’ll propose after the match.

Jeremy Tucker: I wouldn’t. Blaze now, grabbing The Gold Medalist by her hair and dragging her toward the ring, she rolls her back inside and follows shortly behind her. She hooks the leg for the pin! ONE! TWO!!

Andrew Fulton: Nooo Olympia keeps the match alive! Powering out at two sitting up still a bit dazed- SUPERKICK BY BLAZE! She knocks her right back out and hooks both legs this time! ONE! TWO!! THR-

Jeremy Tucker: Another kick out by The Champion! Blaze can’t believe it! She grabs her up by the hair, Olympia forearms her in the stomach, she grabs her around the waist and hits a flip piledriver planting Blaze head first into the canvas!

Andrew Fulton: Oooooh! But now it’s Blaze with the no-sell popping up onto her feet after the piledriver, flipping off Olympia with both hands and hitting a running knee to the face! Both ladies are down! This crowd is going INSANE!

CROWD CHANTS: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Jeremy Tucker: This may very well be match of the night when it’s all said and done. These women are giving it their all and it isn’t going unnoticed!

Andrew Fulton: Blaze is out of it! Olympia is out of it! Who will be the first to get up, better yet, who will be Pan Am Champion by the end of this legendary match!?

Jeremy Tucker: I still say Olympia is going to pull through with the victory, she’s been an incredible champion and with Blaze being as new as she is, I don’t see her being able to just come in here and dethrone such a champion in her rookie year. It’s been done, but I don’t think it will be tonight.

Andrew Fulton: Oh shut up, Jerry, you couldn’t tell your ass from a hole in the ground. Both women getting up to their knees, glaring into each other’s eyes! Freya with a hard slap to the face of the champion! Olympia returns the favor with a hard slap right back to the face of the challenger. The crowd cheering their hometown heroine and booing the proud American champion! Slap from Blaze, slap from Olympia, Yeah! Boo! Yeah! Boo!

Jeremy Tucker: They’re slapping each other so hard it’s echoing around the building! And it’s like they’re firing each other up with each slap, both of them getting up to their feet while they’re trading slap for slap!

Andrew Fulton: Slap from Blaze, Slap from- No Blaze ducked under and hits a hard overhand right to the face of Olympia, staggering the giantess! Spinning back fist from Freya and Olympia is on jello legs right now!

Jeremy Tucker: Blaze runs and handsprings off the ropes going for a cutter- CAUGHT! Olympia caught her and goes for a German Suplex- NOOOO!!! Blaze lands on her feet behind her and shakes her head as if to say: “Not this time, O.” Olympia is clueless to what happened, turning around right into a running forearm strike from the challenger! She refuses to go down! Still wobbling but not falling to the mat!

Andrew Fulton: Blaze runs right past the jello legged giantess and exits onto the apron, slapping her forearm getting the crowd fully behind her! She springboards off for a Phenomenal Forearm---

Jeremy Tucker: SUPERMAN PUNCH!!! SUPERMAN PUNCH FROM OLYMPIA KNOCKS FREYA OUT COLD!!!

Andrew Fulton: Oh my! I was hoping to see Blaze spread eagle but not like this! Not this way! Olympia folds her up into a jackknife cover and I hate to say it but this has gotta be it… ONE! TWO!! THRE-

CROWD GASPS

Jeremy Tucker: WHAT!?!?!?!

Andrew Fulton: I don’t believe my eyes! Somehow! Someway! She figured out a way to power out of that at the last possible moment before the ref’s hand smacked the mat for the last time!

Jeremy Tucker: Olympia is pulling at her own hair in frustration! Wondering what she has to do keep this young fiery Brit down for three seconds! She grabs her up by the hair, cussing at her to stay down, then runs to the ropes and rebounds into a-

Andrew Fulton:TOOOORRRRRRNNNNNN!!!! TOOOOOOOORRRRRRNNNN!!!! Blaze Freya just speared her in half!!! What impact!!! She hooks both legs!!! It’s over! New Champion! New Champion!!!

CROWD COUNTS IN UNISON: ONEEE!!! TWOOOOO!!! THREEEEE-

Jeremy Tucker: NOOOO!!!! NO NOT THREE! OLYMPIA POWERED OUT JUST AS THE REF’S HAND WAS COMING DOWN FOR IT BUT SHE KICKED OUT IN TIME!

CROWD CHANTS: THIS IS AWESOME!!!

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THIS IS AWESOME!!!

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THIS IS AWESOME!!!
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Andrew Fulton: These fans are on their feet for such a fantastic showing from both these women! But only one can walk out of here as Pan Am Champion! I hope so hard that it’s my Blazey! She’s fought her heart out here in front of her hometown crowd, it’d be a shame to see her lose after all this.

Jeremy Tucker: Olympia looks to be getting a second wind, Andrew! She’s working herself up, Blaze is punching her with rights and lefts but she’s still getting up to her feet, Blaze winds up one big right hook but misses! That gives The Champion the opportunity she needed to hit a snap suplex!

Andrew Fulton: She hangs on and hits another snap suplex, then does it one more time to complete the Three Amigos! Freya is all but done for, looking around like she doesn’t even know where she is right now.

Jeremy Tucker: Olympia does a cutthroat taunt, much to the displeasure of this sold-out crowd in Blackpool. She runs and rebounds off the ropes, hopping over the downed, dazed and confused Blaze Freya to go to the other side-

Andrew Fulton: No wait! Freya is up and stalking her from behind! Olympia springboards off the second rope- Blaze dives onto her back and pulls her down into The Blackpool Blackout!!! BLACKPOOL BLACKOUT LIVE IN BLACKPOOL, ENGLAND!

BIGGEST POP OF THE NIGHT!

Jeremy Tucker: But Olympia is fighting it! She’s flailing around trying desperately to escape the hold which has never been escaped before! And what an accomplishment it would be for her to escape the rear naked choke named after Blackpool, IN Blackpool!?

Andrew Fulton: No way! Blaze has it locked in she’s either gonna tap or take a nap! Either way, NEW CHAMPION!

Jeremy Tucker: I don’t know, Andrew! She’s rolling over face down, now getting up to her knees! Freya is screaming at her to tap but the champion refuses! She’s doing it! She’s getting up to her feet with the weight of the challenger on her back! She’s up! I can’t believe it but she’s actually up! She runs and slams Freya back-first into the turnbuckle but as determined as she is to escape, Blaze is that determined, if not more determined to make sure she doesn’t! She slams back into the turnbuckle again! And a third time!

Andrew Fulton: And a fourth time- NO! Blaze got her foot on the middle turnbuckle, kicking off of it forcing Olympia to fall down into the middle of the ring face-first! She rolls over and locks her legs around her waist totally locking in this hold and OLYMPIA TAPS!!!

HUGE POP!

Jeremy Tucker: Holy shit! She really tapped! Blaze forced a submission out of Olympia! She did it!

Frank Salazar: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND NEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW PAN AM CHAMPION! THE BLACKPOOL BOMBSHELL, BLAAAAAAAZE! FREEEEEEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAA!!!

EVEN HUGER POP!

“Collapsing” by Demon Hunter plays once again as Blaze is handed The Pan Am Championship! She licks the center plate, obviously quite emotional but rather than crying in the middle of the ring, she rolls out and hops right over the barricade into the arms of her adoring fans! She crowd surfs, raising the title up high with pride and joy.

Andrew Fulton: Hahaaaa! It’s a celebration in Blackpool! What a match! What a Champion! What a woman!!!

Jeremy Tucker: I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed with her performance tonight. But neither of these ladies have anything to be ashamed of, I mean, it was a five star match hands down. Possibly even match of the-- What the!? Blaze Freya, the new Pan Am Champion crowd surf’d her way all the way around to behind the announce table, then hopped over the barricade and made Fulton’s wet dreams a reality when she planted a big kiss on his lips, then stood up on the table raising her title up high once again.

Andrew Fulton: Best… Night… EVER!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Haha! I guess everyone is having a good time! Congratulations, Andrew. And Congratulations to our NEW Pan Am Champion, Blaze Freya!

[Star]

Joe Pesci is in his office just finishing a phone call when the door bursts open, no knock, nothing and Marie Caedes comes in. He puts his phone down and looks at her.

Joe Pesci: I see you’ve inherited your mom’s bad manners. Be polite to knock, or did she never teach you that?

Marie: I want a match.

Joe Pesci: That's generally how this works. You have a contract, I sign up matches, you wrestle. I know you're 18 now, but did your brain reset on your birthday?

Marie: Very funny. I know the match I want.

Joe Pesci: Are you going to tell me or let me guess.

Marie: Look you’ve always treated me well, and I appreciate that.

Joe Pesci: Then that must be why you signed a new contract the day after your birthday. Which by the way I'm glad you didn't dawdle over it.

Marie: That should prove to you I’m dedicated to SWAT. Now I want a match.

Joe Pesci: I want a few million dollars tax free. We don't always get what we want.

Marie takes a deep breath and lets it out, trying to calm down enough to ask for the match in a better way.

Marie: I’ve been treated really well here, and I am still glad you took a chance on me. I think I’ve proven I’m a team player, and yes things have been up and down lately, for reasons I won’t go into, but I want a match against someone.

Joe Pesci: Well that's slightly better although you know please could go a long way.

Pesci starts pushing around some papers in front of him, and Marie tries to contain her frustration.

Marie: Let me start over. I would LIKE a match with Blaze Freya.

Joe Pesci: Um did you forget the last match you had with her? You ….lost.

Marie: The official result is that I submitted, which is a lie and we both know it. I saw the footage. I don't know how much she paid that ref, but I never said I give up, and I never tapped.

Pesci leans back and looks at Marie, who is on the verge of getting angry but is staying in control.

Joe Pesci: You know, you’re right, you never gave up. Although let’s watch the stuff that involves you purposely hitting your head. I mean people look at the footage and you didn't know which way is up.

Marie leans on his desk and smiles.

Marie: Look I’ve been a team player, I’ve been willing to do nearly anything you wanted. Remember when I had been in this company all of a week and I asked for a match? It was for the Pan Amazon title and look what I did. I beat three veterans and I proved that your faith in me wasn’t misplaced. Now please….I want a match against Blaze and as a previous champion, I want it to be for the Pan Amazon title.

Joe smiles at Marie. You’re right you have been a team player, and you did win that title. Although it wasn't much surprise to me, I wouldn't have signed a 17 year old if I didn't think she would win. But your record since you lost the title has been a bit less than stellar. But I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you the match….

Marie: Thank you! I won't let you down.

Joe Pesci: Hold on. I’ll give you the match but it's going to take some work on your part. Because you will be facing her in a non-title match.

Marie: I want a title shot!

Joe Pesci: I know. As I said , non-title but if you win, or put in the quality match that I expect from a previous champion, then we’ll talk about a title shot. I think that's fair for both of us.

Marie straightens up and looks at Pesci, then she seems to be coming around.

Marie: So one match to prove I’m still worthy of being champion, and one to take that title off her? I’m hearing you right?

Joe Pesci: You want it?

Pesci goes through a few papers and finds whatever he’s looking for. He writes something on it, then turns it around and slides it to Marie.

Joe Pesci: Sign on the dotted line and it's yours. But I do have one question.

Marie takes his pen and is about to sign when she stops, waiting for the question.

Joe Pesci: You’re still a team player, right? I mean I realize that I sort of left you to your mom’s ways but a smart girl like you……

Marie signs the paper and hands Pesci back his pen.

Marie: Do you really need to ask?

Pesci smiles at Marie as the camera goes back to ringside.

Jeremy Tucker: I don't believe it! Marie Caedes just got a shot at the Pan Amazon title AGAIN because Pesci has some soft spot for the kid!

Andrew Fulton: But she has a non-title match to get through first. I’m sure she’ll show her championship abilities.

Jeremy Tucker: So you think it's fine that she got a match this way? Just….I…..I give up on wondering what Pesci is thinking.

[radu]

RING! RING!! RING!!!



[The SWAT World Heavyweight Champion holds a garfield phone up close to his ear. Viewers at home have a hard time deciding who they find more offensive, Radu Matei or the marketing team of Jim Davis. WAIT - they picked up!]



Radu Matei: Hey Attila! Great news - we earned a title shot!



[SPLIT SCREEN to Bobbi, the Industrial Man's stunning blonde assistant, decked out in white business attire, and sitting at a large metal desk on the top floor of Attila Balan's skyrise.]



Bobbi: Who is this?



[Beady eyes narrow.]



Radu Matei: You know who this is. Put Attila on!



Bobbi: I'm afraid the boss is currently tied up attending to his bonsai trees, Mr. Matei.



[There's that nervous twitch. The Industrial Man may be a lot of things, but a friend to nature isn't one of them. Clearly given the run around, The Beast of Dixie exhales loudly to keep from firing off a stream of obscenities at this miserable, self-important, stuck up bitch. ...It would be unbecoming of a champion. Composing himself, Radu tries to lay on the charm, thankful that this garfield phone is so ancient that it won't allow for video chats. He is shaking with rage.]



Radu Matei: Of course he is, Bobbi, I know how busy Attila can get. Would you kindly tell him that his one night return yielded enough victories to put us into XHF tag title contention? I was hoping he'd be willing to come back for a title fight.



Bobbi: That doesn't sound like something the boss would be interested in.



Radu Matei: JUST LET HIM KNOW!



[Click. Our split screen disappears leaving Radu to wander down the corridors of the arena. This one is particularly poorly lit. An especially dank corner in which to collect wildlife for his main event victory lap. Putting away Garfield, Radu snatches a particularly large beetle from the wall. That's when he sees it. Bright pink graffiti...]



"194"



[Eyes dart about in the dark recesses, the threats continue. Slamming the beetle into the wall, Radu smears its entrails across the numbers. Someone is trying to get to him. It's not going to work though. Radu is better than---------]



Radu Matei: WHAT THE FUCK----------





[...]



[Oxanna Willie half jogs into the light as he catches up with his charge.]



Oxanna Willie: Don't get your knickers in a bunch, Rad, its just me.



Radu Matei <running a claw down the graffiti>: I know its you! Of course I know its you! I was just startled... I'm not afraid of anyone!



Oxanna Willie <checking out the pink markings>: Lies make the baby Jesus cry, Rad. <roll on> Quick question buddy, you lower a bucket of urine into the Maddox, Bennett and Withers match this past show?



Radu Matei <scowl>: What would I be doing with a bucket of urine? My WHOLE THING IS BUGS!!!



Oxanna Willie <scratching chin like he's in deep thought, which is a lie>: Well, someone thought it would make a great splash <smiles at his own joke> to have a mysterious foreign object in that match, complete with a disembodied voice doing an impression of you making some leprechaun jokes while playing off you having a gold belt and the pee fetish community term of golden showers, if you catch my drift. Long and the short of it is, Salazar took the hit, because they realized it would be too degrading to their talent - so expect him to be a little salty introducing you for awhile. Withers is using it as a reason to bully his way into the world picture, versus winnin' matches, and Brewster is laying it squarely on your feet as a way to continue to talk poorly of your character, while recognizing that she cannot defeat you in an athletic contest.







[...]






[Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep exhale.]



[Remember you're the champion.]



Radu Matei: My whole thing is making the world title........ NOT. LOOK. LIKE. PISS. Remember Henry Brown? Everyone does. I have an UPHILL BATTLE not having this strap equated to human waste because of his holding the strap. The last thing I'm going to do is make GOLDEN SHOWER JOKES! Piss on guys? That's far too sexual, and undermines the inherent disgust that comes with my pets! <spitting mad> SOMEONE IS TRYING TO FRAME ME!!!



Oxanna Willie: Don't make much sense, less they want you to feud with Frank Salazar.



Radu Matei <pointing at the 194 markings>: Anyone who would pull this DANGEROUS shit isn't playing with a full deck. Given that horrible woman an excuse to look like she's getting even... she's done. Humiliate Frank? Who does that help? As for Alex Withers... I am beating every other top ranked contender, and he certainly makes a lot more sense than 14th ranked Morgan in the number one contender match, as much as I'm looking forwards to Maddox wiping the floor with him. Withers is on my to do list. No all that stunt does is make me look bad.......... and who gains from that...



[Both men turn back to the 194. The numbers jog Radu's memory, who pulls one of his sleeves to reveal both a tarantula and a wrist watch. Look at the time.]



Radu Matei: It's time for my segment...



[The two men dart off down the hallway, the image bounces as the videographer tries to keep up, but its so dark he gets turned around. One hand on the heavy handicam, the other on the hallway wall, the camera operator feels like he's staggering out into the arena.]



Brien O'Thomas: So that was the great Cobryn. ...I don't know what Tanner saw in him. Give me DeathGojira anyday.



TJ Zousa: Ah, they'll get theres. Valentine has enough enemies that without the book to swat them away, he won't last two weeks.



Brien O'Thomas <holding his jaw in pain>: The bastards.



TJ Zousa: Come on, I know a great dive bar. The juke box only knows two songs, and the whisky is basically water.



Brien O'Thomas: Perfect end to a perfect night.



[Wait, is this the arena or the street. Its so dark. The O-Z stumble through the front entrance of a dingy hotel, looking to drown away their recentest loss. Sabrina Sinstone saunters over to the hotel, leaning against the wall before lighting a cigarette. She takes a long drag before realizing that a camera is on her, and this attempt to unwind basically makes her look like a working girl.]



Sabrina Sinstone: Creep.



[Shooting the camera man an evil eye, Sinstone stomps off.]



[Wait, where are we? The camera pans up the small building to a sign.]






"ROACH MOTEL"






[...]



[The top floor of the hotel suddenly swings open to reveal its interior. Flood lights reveal that a massive three story building has been erected next to the stage. In better light, what looks like black tarp and cardboard have been pulled tight against a steel frame to erect the nonsensical "Roach Motel." The top floor reveals the drab inside of a hotel room. Stains on the ceiling, floors, chairs, bedsheets. The bed is coin operated. The TV is coin operated. Your not sure if the structure could withhold the vibrating of either device, or the weight of the added coins. The wall is adorned with questionable artwork with velvet paintings of sad eyed clowns. Sitting on the bed is your world heavyweight champion. The only chair in the room has been pulled up next to him for a makeshift interview position. The camera angle switches from the halfwit at the door to a high angle shot which gets a close-up of our host.]



Radu Matei: Ladies and gentlemen, I am Radu Matei, and this is the Roach Motel.



[Wait for applause. None. Trash.]



Radu Matei: My very special guest this evening is the 2017 Helloween Cup winner, longest reigning champion in the history of SWAT's Atlantic Coast region, the undefeated ACW champion, 2018 royal rumble finalist, and multiple time TWINSTAR Tag champion.......










Please give a very warm welcome to Beelzebozo.



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





[Well that kicks the shit out of Suit's Suite.]





[Burn.]




[The crowd lose their shit, though are clearly hostile, for the returning monster.]


[The man who enters the Roach Motel is not a drunken alcoholic clown, but a sober man with no makeup on, wearing a pair of ill-fitting khaki pants and a purple polo shirt.]


Buster Friendly: Buster Friendly.



Radu Matei: I said?



Buster Friendly: Beelzebozo.



Radu Matei: Apologies, Buster. Incidentally, <cringe> to your mind, <deadpan> what is the difference?



Buster Friendly: Beelzebozo was a troubled, twisted man. A man who was afraid to face his pain and deal with his emotions, so he lived a dull existence in the bottom of a bottle. I have gone through a lot of heartache and struggle to put that all behind me, and I hope to no longer live my life as a shadow of a man consumed by regret and hurt and alcohol and drugs, but instead, as the best version of myself I can be. My name is Buster Friendly, and I am an alcoholic. But that is not all I am. I am going to redefine my legacy, and prove that I can come back from the botto, and reach the heights of this business without the drugs or the booze to fuel me.


Radu Matei: I have an opponent tonight - Lucky Linda. She is not without talent. However, she seems to think her challenging my title is a women versus men thing, or a question of luck. She is obsessed with luck. It drives her. I am hoping she can get past those crutches, and make the challenge memorable. Its dangerous, letting an obsession define you. ...How long have you been sober?



Buster Friendly: Six months.


[Radu Matei claps for this, and the audience, who both hate Matei and Friendly, can't help but do the same.]



Radu Matei: What finally made you wake up?



Buster Friendly: I met this woman one night at the bar, and we had a one night stand. Believe me, she was no prize. A drug addict and part time stripper. I don't even really remember much about our night together. I just remember thinking she was so damaged and lost, but all I wanted was to use her like so many others had. I thought she was kind of pathetic, but who was I to judge? Anyway, I ran into her a few months later, and she told me she had been pregnant with my child, but decided to abort it. She saw who I was, this evil agent of chaos, with whiskey for blood and pain killers for brains, and she didn't want to bring a child into a world with me as a father. A crack addicted stripper, who surely had all kinds of diseases she picked up screwing homeless guys for a hit, looked down on ME. That was when I realized, i was the lowest person on the planet.


Radu: Lastly, early this evening we had an owner that you would rather not hear the name of, be given a laundry list of superior challengers to the one he selected. What are your thoughts on Joey Morelli challenging for the title on the biggest show of the year?



Buster Friendly: I spent a decade as an alcoholic clown, and even I can't find the humor in a joke that bad.





[Fuck you Joey chants!]


Radu <sadonic smile>: I look forwards to defending against you soon. <back to camera> Please give a warm round of applause for Buster Friendly, a legend here in SWAT, that seems to be genuine in his attempt at change. Buster, your story has touched us all.



[Nodding, Buster Friendly rises from the stained chair, walking to the edge of fake hotel, and soaks in the audience.  There is a respect for everything he has has done, and everything he has gone through to get here.]



[He desperately needs a drink, but doesn't show it.]

[deavenbennett]

*BackStage

Camera crew and one of the backstage interviewers is getting ready to do some post match interviews. The cameras roll and they begin to make sure everything is in working order. A bloody Deaven Benett storms in view of the cameras and takes the mic from the interview before shoving him hard to the ground. Pointing to the camera, he stares coldly into the camera.

Deaven- No you shut you mouth, and you over there make sure those stupid cameras are rolling. I hope you are all happy about that out there.

Deaven paces back and forth

Deaven- I really do hope that you are all happy. Let me clue you in on little something. Nothing like that will ever happen again to Deaven Benett, and do you want to know why?

Deaven takes out a piece of paper and holds it up, reading from it.

Deaven- Dear Mr. Bennett, I know that you are the best wrestler that we have on this show. Only you could make Phoenix out to be a creditable person here on SWAT. A win over you will really jump start his dead career again. SWAT management will really owe you one if you can just put him over this one time.

Deaven smiles and toss the paper to the ground

Deaven- Phoenix, there you have it. Your win over me was nothing more than me letting you win because I was begged to help revive your stupid career. Let me tell you something that goes to you and all the rest of SWAT. On your best day and my worse, you couldn't even begin to even think about beating me. I am the best in the world. I am the measuring stick of professional wrestling. Tonight will never happen again because from this day forward, my emails, texts, social media, everything will never ever answer back to trash request like this one. So enjoy your "victory" you piece of trash because the next time you or anyone else is in the ring with me. Trust me, the only reason your name will be talked about is because you was in the same city as Deaven Bennett.

Deaven drops the mic and walks toward the camera, knocking the cameraman down before picking up the camera and smashing it against the wall.

[Jonnie Valentine]

[Hardkore Jonnie Valentine, the creative heart & soul behind the beloved Stylistics is backstage with a heavy set older man, who is loading boxes of Stylistics bowties back into his truck. The man wears a drivers cap and chomps heavily on a cigar]

Hardkore Jonnie Valentine: Hit me, Ronnie. How did we do?

Ronnie: (chomps cigar) Great, Jon. We moved 600 units.

Jonnie Valentine: That's amazing news.

Ronnie: You're telling me. We outsold them all! The Timeless replica Guy Fieri Hawaiian shirt? Destroyed it. The Soutter oversized t-shirt?

Jonnie Valentine: I think that's just his regular shirt...

Ronnie: Obliterated it. The Frostbite hoodie? Murdered it.

Jonnie Valentine: The Frostbite hoodie? But that's pure cotton that's microsanded for extra softness.

Ronnie: May god strike me down.

Jonnie Valentine: (shaken) This is big. This is probably how the Keep Calm t-shirt people felt in the beginning.

[Joe Pesci comes around the corner, pissed]

Joe Pesci: Hey look, Jonnie I gotta talk to yous about your friend here?

Jonnie Valentine: Ronnie?

Joe Pesci: Yeah.

Jonnie Valentine: (confused) What's wrong with Ronnie?

Joe Pesci: When I signed you, I just signed you. I didn't authorize you to bring no one else with you.

Jonnie Valentine: But Ronnie's my merch guy.

Joe Pesci: So?

Jonnie Valentine: So, I don't go anywhere without Ronnie. He's been selling my merch for 20 years.

Ronnie: Woulda been 25 if I didn't have to go away for a while.

Jonnie Valentine: You hear that Pesci? Almost 25 years. Ronnie's been moving Tarrasque shirts back when you were fishing with Danny Glover.

Joe Pesci: Ok, he can't set up merch stands that compete with ours, that don't make no kind of sense.

Jonnie Valentine: You think I'm gonna let your Willy Lomans move my bow ties? Ronnie, tell em how many units we sold?

Ronnie: 600.

Joe Pesci: It don't...600? No shit? We didn't sell that many Frostbite hoodies and you know we microsanded those for extra softness.

Ronnie: It would be a 1000 if you ran bigger buildings.

Joe Pesci: Watch it, smart guy.

Jonnie Valentine: Look, Joe. I didn't come back to ruffle any feathers...

Joe Pesci: Your literal job is to hurt people.

Jonnie Valentine: I just came back to quietly sell my bow ties, my t-shirts, my shoot videos, my personal photos, and my used underwear.

Ronnie: Which are selling like hot cakes in Malaysia for some reason.

Jonnie Valentine: You hear that, Joe? Hotcakes. And you know how well those sell.

Joe Pesci: Ok, but I ain't paying his travel and hotel.

Jonnie Valentine: Just give him Andrew Fulton's room.

Ronnie: And I'm gonna need the other guy's room for the bow ties.

Joe Pesci: Can they both just share the room with the bowties?

Ronnie: (pretends to think about it) Uh...(puts his hand out) as long as they don't mess em up.

Joe Pesci: Deal.

Jonnie Valentine: See? Now everyone's happy.

[IRS Agent comes around the corner]

IRS Agent: Mr. Valentine? Mr. Valentine? Can I speak with you?

Jonnie Valentine: (to Joe and Ronnie) Well, will you look at the time? I gotta skeedaddle, but we'll talk more about this later.

[Jonnie puts on his fake wig and sunglasses, and dips out a back door]

IRS Agent: Did I miss him? (looks down at the merch table) Oooh, bowties!

[Lucky Linda]

“Lucky Linda, thanks for joining us before your big match.” Says SWAT interviewer Warren W Webber. They are back stage and standing in front of a SWAT Banner.

“It’s my pleasure Warren.” Linda replies warmly, she is wearing a wanna get lucky? t-shirt and stands confidently alongside Webber.

“This is the biggest match of your career upon you, a chance at the SWAT World Championship, any nerves going into the big one?” asks Webber.

“I would be a liar if i said the butterflies were not churning inside my stomach. That is a good thing though, most athletes experience the nerves before big show downs, it’s the adrenaline! It’s the thrill of it! The RUSH!” Linda looks pumped.

“Radu Matei is a dangerous and vicious man, he is really on a role here in SWAT, and since capturing the title from Henry Brown, he has become even more deadly, are you up to this Linda?”

“All you say is indeed true, and all i can do is go out there and give it my best.” Linda looks determined. “Do i know he is one crazy mutha? Damn straight i do! Does it frighten me or make me doubt my own abilities?” Linda asks, hesitating before answering, building the drama. “Not a chance!”

“We just saw him with the clown formerly known as Beelzebozo, Buster Friendly. He alluded you were obsessed with luck?”

“Obsessed with luck?” Linda repeats the question. “I AM LADY LUCK HERSELF!” Am i obsessed with myself? I don’t think so, not like most around here i could name, hey Avery McCullen.“

“Funny you should mention her specifically Linda, you hold a grudge against her?”

“Of course i hold a grudge against her Warren! She was my tag team partner! More than that, my BEST FRIEND!” Linda snarls. “She threw all that away, to get to the Amazons title, a title i already have held, and will hold again.”

“This is wrestling, people are here to win matches and titles and she tries to do this, and you hold it against her?” asks Webber.

“That they do.” Replies Linda. “But not me! That is not how i roll. I go out there each and every night, and what you see is what you get! I give my all, try my darndest ! Win or lose, i hold my head high! Tonight will be no different”

“You are a true inspiration to everyone out there Linda, if you can pull off the win tonight, you will shock the world.”

“I don’t try to be a role model, i am who i am, there is no hidden agenda with me. If the kiddies wish to choose to look up to me and want to be like me, then they could do a lot worse, to be sure to be sure.” Linda beams with pride at the thought. “As for shock the world, why not i ask? Why not me! I am as good as anyone on the roster, i put in every week! No matter what. I have beaten the best and been beaten by the best, no one in this industry wins them all, so sure, it may be a big shock if i am victorious tonight, i am well aware i am up against it, but everyone has a weakness, i will find Radu’s and i will wait for the right time, and i will seize that moment, and make it mine, and then, you will be looking at the NEW SWAT World Champ!”

“Or, you could be in way over your head and go out there and get trampled by a wrecking machine in the form of Radu Matei.” States Webber, a little worried he sounds in his statement.

“There is always that.” Linda does her best to alleviate his concern. “Have no fear, i am not some delicate little flower, nor am i one of Radu’s bugs to be trambled. I am a big girl, and i can more than look after myself. Tonight! I will need all the luck in the world to get the win, but it just so happens, i may have just have that going for me!” Linda winks to the camera, and we cut back to ...

[paulblair]

[ Camera pans backstage of the arena at a door that reads "Blair" on the dressing room. There are items strung across the hallway as if they have been thrown. A local SWAT reporter comes to the door ]

Male Reporter: Ok is this thing on guys? Before we go back to the ring, we wanted to see if we could get any words from Paul Blair, we have been told that things are not so good back here.

[ As he says this a chair is tossed from the dressing room and almost hits him and quickly followed by a television set. The reporter ducks ]

Reporter: Holy sh--

[ Blair suddenly appears, sunglasses on with a look of utter anger on his face and a bag of ice down near his, well you know where it is. ]

Blair: Can I help you?

[ Blair looks at the reporter ]

Reporter: Yes, sorry to interrupt you, my name is Donald P Fury and I just wanted to get a few quick words from you after your match tonight, if that is ok?

Blair: If you must...

[ Blair holds the ice a little lower and looks at the reporter ]

Fury: Ok thanks. so tonight you had a match with Hells Bouncer and Mike Maddox. Do you have any thoughts?

Blair: Really? Do I have any thoughts on my match? That's the best you have to start with?

Fury: Um yeah. I mean I wanted to give you a quick chance to speak on your match and ---

[ Blair quickly interrupts him ]

Blair: Oh you damn right I have some thoughts. How about first of all, that little punk ass rollie pollie Calum hit me with a bowling ball right down

[ Blair does not say where but just looks down at his crotch ]

Blair: I mean seriously, who does that? The man has lost his mind. What did I ever do to him?

[ Fury just looks at him as he says this ]

Fury: What have you done to him? I would dare say that the two of you have dang near crippled each other over the last several weeks and that neither of you are safe from the other.

Blair: Oh you are definitely right that he is not safe from me. Let me tell you something he will be lucky to even get out of this building tonight - -

[ Blair begins to scream a bit in pain as he takes the ice pack off his crotch ]

Fury: Are you ok Paul?

[ Blair screams a bit more and stops when Fury asks him that and takes the ice pack off for a moment ]

Blair: Oh I am just peachy there Fury. What a variety of dumb question after dumb question you have for me here tonight. A maniac is on the loose out there, hitting poor defenseless wrestlers like myself with weapons and you ask me if I am ok. I don't think you understand what I was about to do. There I was tonight about to get back in that ring and destroy Maddox ---

[ Blair continues to squirm around a bit and ices himself again ]

Blair: I was about to get back in that ring and break up that 3 count and then probably hit at least one more Blair Stare on Maddox, which we all know had already worked twice on him. Then after hitting that devastating move, I was going to Blairkick him and that would have been 1-2-3 and here is your winner, Paul Blair!!

[ Blair holds his hands in the air, with the ice pack in his right hand ]

Fury: Do you really think that Hells Bouncer would have let you win that easily?

Blair: If he would have dared stop me, I would have gotten back up and hit a double Blare Stare, leaving both of them helpless at the same time and then as one of them fell back towards the ropes, I would have drilled him with a quick clothesline over the top rope and then hit him with another crippling Blair Stare.

This final Blair Stare would have left them with no chance of stopping me. Then I would have quickly turned my attention to the one still in the ring. Let's just for argument's sake say that it would have been Mike Maddox still in the ring.

[ Blair pauses for a second ]

Blair: I would have looked back at Hells Bouncer to make sure he was not going to do anything and then I would have drilled Maddox with a wicked

Blairkick that would have nearly taken his head off and after that, it's all over and you can count the 1-2-3!!!

[ Blair again raises his hands in the air after his hypothetical victory ]

Blair: It would not matter how quick the count is because no one is getting up from the Blairkick. Not one single person gets up from my finisher.

[ Donald Fury looks at him with a bit of shock ]

Fury: No one gets up from your finisher? What about Mike Maddox did tonight?

[ Blair takes off his sunglasses and gives Fury a look that he should be very cautious about what he says next ]

Blair: What do you mean, what about Mike Maddox? What on earth do you think he did tonight Fury?

Fury: Um, all I mean is..well, he DID kick out of the Blairkick tonight ---

[ As Fury says that, camera goes back to earlier in the night when Blair does hit Maddox with a Blairkick in the middle of the ring and a few seconds later the cameras show him kicking out. We then go back to Blair and Fury. Blair can not believe what they just showed on the screen while he was trying to talk ]

Fury: All I am saying is ---

[ Blair puts his finger to his mouth as if to tell Fury to stop talking. Then when Fury stops, Blair just glares at him and hits Donald Fury with a Blair Stare that stops Fury in his tracks. ]

Blair: There you go Fury. I did not want to do that but you have to understand that you had that coming. Now before I was so rudely interrupted. I can not believe you would show such biased stuff on this show. Was that your idea?

[ Fury does not say a word as Blair continues ]

Blair: You can not really believe that was a kick out of the Blairkick can you? First off, those cameras clearly did not show where the ref gave an ultra slow count. Then of all things, Maddox pulled my hair and then hit me with a thumb to the eye. Then I let him up because my eye and hair were in such pain.

[ Blair stops and begins to hold his hair and seem to need to blink an excessive amount - even thought he was fine up until this point. Blair does that for a few seconds and then continues ]

Blair: To be fair there Donald, and we all know you want to be fair to Blair right?

[ Fury without thinking about it ]

Fury: You know I do Paul.

Blair: Good man. Anyways to be fair, it is a wonder that I am even able to be out here speaking to you. I do not often use the word hero but let's face it, it is nothing short of a miracle that I can even be in front of a camera right now.

[ Blair looks at Fury as if he is waiting to interrupt him ]

Blair: Enough about tonight. Heroes like myself don't dwell on the past, they look at the future and what I have heard about the future is that there is going to be a match between both of the men who presented problems to me. Am I right?

[ Fury speaks up ]

Fury: You are correct Paul. Mike Maddox vs. Calum Morgan will be taking place soon here in SWAT.

[ Blair seems to pick up a smile. He puts back on his shades, stops holding his hair and speaks ]

Blair: Music to my ears. Calum vs. Maddox, well maybe I will just have to park myself down near the ring and watch that match. I really am looking forward to a match involving both of them. I mean ---

[ Blair pauses ]

Blair: I would not miss that match. I can picture it now, Paul Blair at ringside to watch either Calum or Maddox lose to the other and if anything gets out of control and breaks to the outside. Well let's just say, I would be there to help out that fallen wrestler.

[ Blair quickly takes off his glasses so everyone can see his entire facial expression as he continues ]

Blair: I mean I am nothing if not fair and I will make sure this match is Fair to Blair! Fury, I am out of this hell hole.

[ Blair puts back on his sunglasses and heads back into his dressing room as the camera goes back to the ring ]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: We are back right here, live, on the XHF Network from, Blackpool, England after a short commercial break!


Andrew Fulton: Yes we are! And it's CO-Main Event time as the SWAT Amazon's Title is up for grabs as "Wild Cat" Lynn Brewster..one of the greatest Amazon's Champion we have had vs. a very game "Daredevil" Avery McCullen-!


Jeremy Tucker: The question is will her husband Mike Maddox come and help his wife win the richest Women's belt in the industry or will he be to worried somebody called him Mark?


Andrew Fulton: The bigger question is will Calum Morgan, "Mr. Hell Raiser Deluxe", try and get himself some before next week's big match against his good friend and tag partner Mike Maddox on Battleground?


Jeremy Tucker: You never know with that nut. You say good friends? I say better enemies!


Andrew Fulton: At any rate..here comes the challenger!

[The house lights go down, as pink, and blue spotlights go over the crowd. The Rumjacks - An Irish Pub Song begins to play over the speakers. The tron comes to life with an aerial view of Ireland, and then changes to different scenes of the places that Avery had been in her adventuring days. It soon changes to some of her old matches and the chaos and destruction that she had caused. A spotlight comes to rest at the back of the stage where Avery is standing with her head lowered. As the vocals start she raises her head, and she starts down the rampway. As she reaches the end of the rampway she sprints to the ring, and leaps up onto the edge of the ring, and slips through the ropes. She hops up onto the nearest ring post and looks over the crowd before hopping down, and removes the leather jacket she wears and waits for her opponent.]


Jereny Tucker: Talk about good friends but better enemies! These two used to be close as a tag team The Irish Bombshells. 


Andrew Fulton: That was before Lynn got big headed. Winning the Amazon's Title has made her out of control. Imagine her calling out the men in our company and challenging them to matches. Well this idiot did at Battleground: Battle of the Sexes. All she did was embarrass our Amazons..how many matches did they win? What was she thinking?


Jeremy Tucker: Avery herself has said Lynn Brewster totally changed since not only becoming the General Manager of SWAT but she as gotten unbearable to be around since she won the Amazons Title.


Andrew Fulton: Take it away Frank Salazar.


Frank Salazar: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages..Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition proudly brings to you a single fall match for the Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition Amazon's Title! In the ring the challenger from Dublin, Ireland..she is The Daredevil of SWAT..she is Mike Maddox's main squeeze...AVVVVVVEEEEERRRRY McCCCCCCUUUUULLLEN!!!


[Referee "Code Pink" Erica Herrera checks her from head to toe then Avery goes to the corner and waits for the champ.]


Andrew Fulton: Don't kid yourself folks this is going to be a war right here in Blackpool!


Jeremy Tucker: Here comes the champ!

[Cat Scratch Fever" hits the speakers and Wildcat comes out. She stands there, and when lyrics start she walks down to the ring. She gets on the apron edge, looking around at the crowd, then gets in the ring and removes her jacket, oblivious to any booing she's receiving, almost enjoying it.]



[As Lynn gets in the ring Avery charges her and hits a Thez Press on Lynn. Lynn tries to cover her face but Avery's piston right hands and lethal lefts still pepper the face of our Amazon's Champion.]


Frank Salazar: And from Savannah, Georgia..This is YOUR Amazon's Champion...LYYYYNNNN BREEEEEWWWSTER!!!!


Jeremy Tucker: Avery is beating the Champion down here on Battleground: Blackpool Beatdown!


Amdrew Fulton: Lynn should disqualify her right now?


Jeremy Tucker: Lynn? For what? She's not the referee. Erica Herrera is our ref for this match.


Andrew Fulton: No but she's our General Manager...isn't she? She can do what she wants.


Jeremy Tucker: Like most title matches here at Battleground this one is no disqualification.


Andrew Fulton: That is fair to Blair..ooops, sorry. Wrong match.


Jeremy Tucker: Avery with a HUGE hay maker that may have just broke Lynn Brewster's nose!


Andrew Fulton: Blood is everywhere and Brewster's nose looks crooked. 


Jeremy Tucker: The referee has stopped the match and makes Avery wait in one corner and tells Lynn to go to the other.


[Referee Erica Herrera walks over to Lynn's corner to check on her nose.]


Lynn Brewster: I'm fine.


[The referee grabs her nose and resets it back into place. Lynn screams in pain as the bone crushing reset echoes through Blackpool.]


Lynn Brewster: Oooooooouuuuuch!


[The referee waves for them to continue.]


Andrew Fulton: What's that idiot referee Erica Herrera think she's doing? She's not a ringside physician?


Jeremy Fulton: As all our referees she is trained for this kind of thing incase it happens.


Andrew Fulton: What kind of Busch League bullshit is this?


Jeremy Fulton: Take it up with your buddy Pesci. Avery back on the attack with a Cunt Kick on Brewster! And now a punch to the gut by Avery!


Andrew Fulton: I think that knocked the air out of our Amazon's champion!


Jeremy Tucker: It sure sounded that way. Avery out of the corner..Tiger Suplex on Brewster! Brewster quickly up with her back to Avery..GERMAN SUPLEX!! Avery waits. Brewster slow to get up and another GERMAN SUPLEX. AND ANOTHER. Avery puts up four fingers and a fourth German Suplex!


Andrew Fulton: Shades of Brock Lesnar!!


Jeremy Fulton: Our Amazon's Chsmpion has been decimated right here at Battleground: Beatdown in Blackpool! 


Andrew Fulton: Get up Lynn!


Jeremy Tucker: Avery with the cover!


Andrew Fulton: 1....2..thr-


Jeremy Tucker: Kick out by our Champion! Avery and Lynn both back up..Running Bulldog by Lynn! Avery quickly up..Tornado DDT by the Champion! Avery slow to get up..Running Knee Lift by Lynn and Avery goes down!


Andrew Fulton: I'm sure she does. Her and Michael Maddox are married ya' know.


Jeremy Tucker: Sure she does what?


Andrew Fulton: Goes down.


Jeremy Tucker: Would you stop? Next thing you know we'll have a guest referee.


Andrew Fulton: Nah..that guy Ed Dubin pretty much played that out. Talk about your own agenda and trying to get your own guys over.


Jeremy Tucker: Belly to Belly Suplex by Lynn on Avery! Avery again slow to get up. Hurricanrana by Lynn. And a CAT FIGHT (Dudley Dog) by Lynn. She bounces back and loads up for a CAT SCRATCH (Super Kick). Avery back on her feet..CAT SCRATCH!


Andrew Fulton: No..ducked by Avery!


Jeremy Tucker: Hard kick to the knee of Lynn and our champion goes down!


[Avery Drop Kicks the left knee of Lynn. Then then locks in an Ankle Lock submission.]


Andrea Fulton: Ankle Lock! Ankle Lock!


Jeremy Tucker: Lynn kicks Avery off and locks in a Leg Lock but reversed into a Figure Four Leg Lock by "The Daredevil" Avery McCullen!


Andrew Fulton: Lynn is trying to get to the ropes..Avery tightens it up..Lynn is almost there...she got the ropes!


[Lynn grabs the ropes but can't unlock the figure four locked on by Avery. The referee has to help untangle their legs. As soon as she does, from a laying down position Avery locks on a Four Leaf Clover!!]


Jeremy Tucker: Shades of Shamus or Dean Malenko!


Andrew Fulton: She is sitting way back. This may be over. I don't know how much more Lynn can take.


[Lynn grabs at Avery's foot and reverses the Four Leaf Clover into the Sharp shooter.]


Jeremy Tucker: Reversed by Brewster! 


Andrew Fulton: Avery's now scrambling to get to the ropes.


[Avery gets to the rope and the referee Erica Herrera counts until Lynn Breaks the hold.]


Jeremy Tucker: Avery is slow to get up..look out....Running Crossbody into a pin!


Andrew Fulton: 1...2...3!!


Jeremy Tucker: KICK OUT! Just in time.


[Lynn jumps up and criss crosses off the ropes when she gets hit with a Spear out of nowhere.]


Andrew Fulton: SPEAR! SPEAR! The cover!


Jeremy Tucker: 1....2...KICK OUT just in the nick of time by our Champion!


[Both women quickly get up. First an eye Rake followed by a Bulldog but Lynn no sells it. Avery then with a Back Rake into a Side Russian Leg Sweep Face Buster and this time Lynn stays down and Avery goes for the pin. Referee Erica Herrera gets to two and a half when Lynn powers out. Lynn gets up and hits Avery with a Enziguri then climbs the rope and nails Avery with a Missle Drop Kick.]


Andrew Fulton: MISSLE DROP KICK!!! THIS HAS TO BE OVER!! 1...2..3!!


Jeremy Tucker: KICK OUT! For the love of God, AVERY kicked out!


Andrew Fulton: What a match this is!


Jeremy Tucker: Running Drop Kick by Avery but blocked by Lynn. Lynn with a Diving Shoulder Block but Avery side steps and puts Lynn in a Sleeper! Sleeper Takedown by Avery into a Shining Triangle but Lynn quickly to the ropes!


Fans: This is awesome! This is awesome! This is awesome.


Clap, Clap, Clap


Jeremy Tucker: You're damn right it is and you can see action like this only on the XHF NETWORK!


[Lynn Snap Suplexes Avery but she quickly gets back and throws Lynn in the corner and stomps a mudhole in her. She stops and delivers a beautiful Unprettier.]


Andrew Fulton: Unprettier!! That has to be it!


[Instead of making the cover Avery climbs the ropes and solutes the fans before jumping.]


Jeremy Tucker: MOONSAULT!! MOONSAULT!


Andrew Fulton: They don't call her the Daredevil for nothing! The cover!


Jeremy Tucker: This one is over. We've got a new champion!


Andrew Fulton: 1...2..3!!!


Jeremy Tucker: She did it! We have a new Amazon's Champion!


Jeremy Tucker: No!! She just kicked out!!!


[Avery looks frustrated. She screams then lifts Lynn on her shoulders puts her in the Fireman's Carry then blast her with her Go to Sleep into a full body Grapevine ankle lock]


Jeremy Tucker: IRISH EYES into Over the Moon and Lynn is about to tap out!

[Out comes Calum Morgsn body surfing through the fans. They get him near the guardrail and Calum jumps over and whistles at Avery. Referee Erica Herrera tells Calum to leave but he just flips him the bird.]


"Voice of the Voiceless" Calum Morgan: Shut up. You're worse than your brother, Herrera.


[Avery let's Lynn out of the Over the Moon and stares at Calum.]


Avery McCullen: What the hell do you want Calum? Why are you out here during my title shot?


Calum Morgan: Don't get all crazy on me. I know it's THAT time of the month. I just have a simple question to ask.


Avery McCullen: Why now? Couldn't you ask me later. What's your question, Calum?


Calum Morgan: Does the carpet match the drapes?


[The fans bust out in laughfter and Avery becomes furious. She runs and Corkscrews into Calum sending them both flying into the guardrail. Lynn runs and Senton Splashes over the top rope onto Calum and Avery. All three lay there motion less.]


[Mike Maddox pulls a Calum and jumps out from under the ring. Calum gets up first and Maddox Spears him through the guardrail. Maddox then lifts Lynn up and Gorilla Press Slams her over the top rope and into the ring. Maddox climbs the top rope and flys in the sky landing a Frog Splash. Suddenly "I believe I can Fly"- by R. Kelly blares through the PA system.]

Andrew Fulton: What in the hell is this idiot Mark Maddox doing here? 


Jeremy Tucker: Would you stop? You know it's Mike and Calum came down and said something inappropriate to his wife Avery.


Andrew Fulton: I thought these two were friends. #BarCode. Look how close they came to winning the Anzac Cup. They even qualified for a shot at the XHF NETWORK World Tag Team Titles! 


Jeremy Tucker: They are..or were? Next week they have a match against each other- winner gets a shot at the SWAT World Title. 


[Maddox locks eyes with Calum. Calum smiles then flips him the bird. Maddox and Calum begin to walk towards each other when Paul Blair jumps from out of the stands dressed like a hot dog vendor. Blair stand directly behind Calum and Maddox smiles and tells Calum to look behind him. As soon as Calum turns around he gets Blair Kicked. Blair puts on his 80's sunglasses and leaves through the fans. Maddox helps Avery up and helps her to the top rope. Avery jumps and delivers a Diving Moonsault Leg Drop on Lynn Brewster.]


Andrew Fulton: FALL FROM GRACE!! FALL FROM GRACE!! THE COVER!! 1....2....3! We've got a new Amazon's Champion!! Poor Lynn.


Jeremy Tucker: And the ERA of the Daredevil has begun!!


[Maddox and Avery celebrate. Maddox puts the Amazon's Title around his wife's waist then throws her on his shoulder. She takes the title off and holds it over her head for the world to see.]


Frank Salazar: The NEEEEEW AMAZON'S CHAMPION...AVVVVVEEERRY McCCCCUULLLENN!


Jeremy Tucker: Wow..what a match! We will be right back with your World Title Main Event!!


[Scene fades to commercial.]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Well folks, its time for our main event, after having victory stolen from her last week by her former Irish Bombshells partner, Avery McCullen, Lucky Linda is looking to bounce back with a World title win!

Andrew Fulton: Winning a contest for best SWAT memory to get the shot, even if it was just throwing shade at Brewster, Linda is certainly living up to her nickname.

Joey Morelli: We just got word there has been a terrorist attack here Blackpool. Oh never mind.. it was just Radu arriving here earlier tonight.

Jeremy Tucker: And we have been joined fans by the man scheduled to face the winner of tonight’s contest, challenging for the world title in a Purist’s Dream match at the XHF’s Night of Champions. Looking to cheap shot your opponent again?

Joey Morelli: I’m just here scouting the competition like a REAL champion. Don’t get distracted by my professionalism Tucker, you won’t even know I’m here, other than feeling cool for a change.

Andrew Fulton: Thanks Joey!

[The camera pans from the announce position to the ring, where Frank Salazar is shuffling his cue cards.]

Frank Salazar: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your MAIN EVENT… scheduled for one fall, with a sixty minute time limit, it is for the---

SWAT

WORLD

HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*HUGE POP FOR THE MAIN EVENT*

["Linger” by the Cranberries plays over the PA system as "Lucky" Linda La Fey races down the aisle, slapping the hands of fans who scream out their support. Sliding into the ring, La Fey climbs a ring post to strike a pose for her adoring UK fans, before flipping off the top. Landing on her feet, she turns to the ring entrance with an intense glare.]

Frank Salazar: Now introducing from Dublin, Ireland - she comes in at 5'5" and weighs in at 135lbs. She is the former SWAT Amazons Women's Champion. Please welcome 'Lucky' Linda La Fey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*HELLS YEAH POP*

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

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

Frank Salazar: ...and her opponent...

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

Frank Salazar: Standing at 6’2” and weighing in at 234lbs... he comes to us from Sibiu, Romania...

[Rough hands swatting aside the curtain, the SWAT WORLD Heavyweight champion pushes his way out into the arena. Its been a while since he had an audience like this. Rather than appreciate the change in pace, he seems to shake with rage, channeling it down towards the ring. Behind him steps his fellow Dixie prisoner, now bodyguard, Oxanna Willie - decked out in a gunmetal grey suit, the muscle displays a criminal calm as he follows at a professional pace. Clenching his fists, Radu Matei starts to stalk down the aisle in sync with the music. The audience throws stuff, and generally let him know that his presence isn't appreciated... but they also keep their distance. Anyone who leans over the railing gets slashed by the box cutters he hides in his powder blue suit. Some are still stupid enough to see blood, but the majority vocalize their hatred out of arms' reach. Cowards that they are.]

Frank Salazar: Please put your hands together in welcoming, your WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION--------------

RADUUUUUU

MATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*MONSTER JEERS*

[Approaching ringside, Radu lifts under the curtain to pull out a large sack. Patting it, he turns a playful eye to Linda in the ring, imaging its contents writhing all over her body. The though brings a smile to his thin lips.]

Jeremy Tucker: The champion looking to cover his opponent in those creepy crawlies.

Andrew Fulton: Better her than me, I’m getting real sick of locusts!

[Oxanna Willie waits on the outside, spotting Joey Morelli at the announce position, the REALLY SCARY bodyguard positions himself between the Anzac Cup winner and the ring. Leaving his bag of tricks on the steel steps, Radu enters to meet Linda.]

Joey Morelli: What the hell is this clown looking at?

Jeremy Tucker: Radu’s enforcer, Oxanna Willie not forgetting your interference last week. Making sure we don’t see a repeat of the poisoning incident.

Joey Morelli: Like he could stop me.

Jeremy Tucker: In the ring, the referee is checking Matei for weapons, and the champ is still pretty bruised up from that epic defense against Alex Turner. You have to wonder if he’s working at one hundred percent, and if that could be an advantage for La Fey.

Andrew Fulton: Well, she’s giving away close to a hundred pounds, so if I were her I’d take any advantage I could get.

DING! DING!! DING!!!

Jeremy Tucker: And we’re off – Radu Matei condescendingly calling for a test of strength! Linda obliges AND the crowd eating it up!

Andrew Fulton: Well you have to admire her spiri-------

Jeremy Tucker: Matei shoving her off hard, nearly sends her back into the ropes. Definite size advantage for the champion, and he's calling for another test of strength. Thoughtful comments going into this betrayed by a dickish attitude, he's nothing if not a contradiction. BUT LINDA AGAIN ANSWERS HIS CALL - she is all heart!

Andrew Fulton: Well its too bad she's not an enlarged heart, because Matei just shoved her off hard - and if not for the ropes, she'd be out on the floor.

Jeremy Tucker: Matei calling for a third one - and - no quit in Linda, she heads in again... Matei with the throw, but La Fey following through on the momentum to land on her feet while still holding the arm for a --- side IRISH leg sweep! Crowd on fire as the champion is taken down, and Matei LIVID quickly up to his feet - goes for a hard right - but La Fey turning it into an IRISH arm drag!

Andrew Fulton: So she's claimed the Japanese armdrag for her country too?

Jeremy Tucker: It's kind of her thing! Matei up - and again brought over with an IRISH arm drag. La Fey showing her technical skills!

Joey Morelli: RAGU is a thug, he has the size, he can throw a punch, but can he wrestle? This is why he's losing to me at the Night of Champions, that is, if he doesn't drop that strap to the Irish broad tonight.

Jeremy Tucker: Matei is furious, but La Fey using her speed to charge in for some spinning headscissors!!! Matei again up quickly, and La Fey darting in for a second spinning headscissors-------------no!

Andrew Fulton: Her luck had to change. The champ putting the breaks on, stopping the spin in mid air, and grabbing La Fey by the hips brings her down for-----
























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Jeremy Tucker: JESUS CHRIST!!!

Joey Morelli: What a sick fuck.

*MONSTER JEERS*

Andrew Fulton: Do we want to call that a Ganso Bomb?

Jeremy Tucker: I don't want to call it at all. Radu Matei just SPIKED Linda La Fey's head against the canvas, and all her weight, his weight... just right down on her neck That... she's spasming... that's the kind of move leads people to become quadriplegics.

Andrew Fulton: A real stinger.

In the ring, Radu looks down at Linda La Fey, shaking, and visibly hurt. He yells something to the referee. Maybe check on her, maybe get the medics, or maybe take it home? Looks like an early night. The champion looks about as pleased with the situation as the audience which are cursing him out Pale. Sick. He's seen career ending injuries before. When the referee looks all but useless, he falls to his knees and puts a hand down on Linda's shoulder for the pin.

Jeremy Tucker: We're definitely going to need some paramedics out here, and the champion with a cover...







ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









Andrew Fulton: NO!Referee says she's kicked out!

Jeremy Tucker: That's an involuntary spasm! Where do they find these idiots? She needs to be checked out, this match should be stopped now!

Andrew Fulton: Let's get some paramedics down here...

Jeremy Tucker: Shooting the referee a dirty look, and seeming a little concerned about moving her, Radu Matei hooks the leg for a more authoritative cover! The pin is a mere formality.

















ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!








Andrew Fulton: Linda with a foot in the ropes.

Jeremy Tucker: Is she even conscious, or are these more involuntary twitches? Referee Kip Katts should have his license revoked!

Andrew Fulton: That move was worse than Radu did to Roxy!

Joey Morelli: And Ragu's going to pay for what he did to Roxy! Some champ - all he's good for is dropping girls on their necks... but we're not friends.

Jeremy Tucker: Radu seems frustrated with the situation, but pulls the unconscious La Fey away from the ropes, and placing an elbow into her collarbone for the cover.. this should put an end to this farce.










ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





















THREE---------------------------------------------------------









*MASSIVE POP*

Andrew Fulton: How the hell did Linda La Fey KICKOUT?!

Jeremy Tucker: Well she has the ability to move her legs, which was in question, and is FANTASTIC NEWS!

Andrew Fulton: Sure its a great she isn't paralysed, but she should just take the three count. He likes posturing as a reasonable person, but when the relief of not ending another person's mobility has sunk in, the champ is going to be pretty pissed at these near falls... and despite appearances, he is NOT a nice person.

Jeremy Tucker: Standing senton by the champion, and there is the cover---------











ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















THREE---------------------------------------------------

Andrew Fulton: Shoulder up! Matei knocking the arm down with an elbow shot, and another elbow to Linda's chin to knock her back down. Senton bomb with authority!!!!!!!











ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













LINDA ROLLING HIM OVER INTO A PIN ATTEMPT OF HER OWN!!!!















ONE!


Jeremy Tucker: Matei just LAUNCHED La Fey off of him. Given that she can barely move, he seems incensed that she even tried! FOREARM SMASH to the back of Linda's neck! Not the kind of move you do if you were worried about crippling her a minute ago you stupid bastard! Another forearm smash to the neck, and it looks like Linda has passed out from the pain! She could have serious injuries! Radu now lifting her off the canvas for...










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Andrew Fulton: That'll end it.

Jeremy Tucker: The champion busting out his patented Okukade Crush! Putting the final nail in Lucky Linda, as he hooks the leg...


















ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


















THREE-------------------------------------------------







*MASSIVE POP*


*CRINGE*

Andrew Fulton: That is ONE way to break a pin!

Jeremy Tucker: Linda La Fey reaching up and yanking the stitches out of Radu Matei's chin! Barely conscious but showing that FIGHTING SPIRIT that set the Amazon region on fire! After his title defence last week, Matei needed sixty stitches to the jaw... and I'd say half of them were just TORN out.

Joey Morelli: After that crap he pulled on Roxy, Matei got off easy. Ask me, Alex's attempts to rearrange that ugly mug were an improvement.

Jeremy Tucker: Matei bleeding like crazy, rolls off, trying to apply pressure.

*SUPPORTIVE CHEERS*

Jeremy Tucker: Linda La Fey using the ropes to slowly pull herself up to her feet. She is wobbily, definitely having a hard time finding her footing, but still able to pull herself up - what a trooper!

Andrew Fulton: Will you listen to this idiot crowd? Yeah, be happy for her - but she looks like a damned zombie. There is no coming back from damage like that, don't get her hopes up!

Jeremy Tucker: Well if anyone can, its Lucky Lin---Radu Matei with another forearm smash to the neck.

Andrew Fulton: You were saying?

Jeremy Tucker: Matei now shoving her against the ropes, hooking her in - he's going for that rope assisted octopus hold - his Centipede Lock finisher! All the heart in the world isn't going to----

As Matei is diving into the ropes, his grip on Linda's throat slips slightly from all the blood coming out of his face. Unhooking the leg so that he can stand on the outside apron to right himself, the champion catches his balance.

Andrew Fulton: Matei having a hard time locking it in, he's slicked up with his own blood. That jaw gash is gushing like a faucet. Matei trying to pull La Fey in again -

*BIG POP*

Jeremy Tucker: A chop to the bloody jaw is enough to make him rethink the submission hold! Matei standing on the apron and...

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#SMASH#

Jeremy Tucker: LA FEY SNAPS OFF A DROPKICK WHICH SENDS THE CHAMPION CRASHING OUTSIDE, INTO THAT GUARDRAIL!

Andrew Fulton: Matei landing hard on those ribs that Turner bruised. I don't know if Linda scouted these areas to target, but if she keeps finding her mark, I'd say she was damned lucky!

As he scrapes himself off the dented guardrail, Radu Matei notices another audience member with a "194" cardboard sign. Oxanna is too busy keeping an eye on Pesci's shallow gene pool. Grimacing, Matei spits a stream of blood at the sign, obscuring the number and giving the fan who held it a blood bath as well.

Jeremy Tucker: Matei still being haunted by--------

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#CRASH#

Jeremy Tucker: LUCKY LINDA LA FEY WITH A SPRINGBOARD SENTON TO THE OUTSIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton: And you were worried about her standing - she's FLYING!

Jeremy Tucker: Catching Matei still laid out on the guardrail, almost cut him in half - talk about crushing him like-

Andrew Fulton: A bug!

Jeremy Tucker: You said it!

Andrew Fulton: Please don't tell him.

Jeremy Tucker: The crowd is on fire, as Linda BULLDOGS Matei off of the guardrail and onto the concrete floor. That steel guardrail is actually DENTED from the impact Matei's body had against it! Referee giving them a ten count to get back into the ring. 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - La Fey with an IRISH whip into the opposite guardrail!

Andrew Fulton: It seems like with all the moves she claims are Irish, she should make the actual Irish moves come from elsewhere.

Jeremy Tucker: Radu is alternating favouring his bloody face and bruised ribs, while Linda slides back into the ring at the 6 count. Radu grabbing some electrical tape from a production assistant to attempt a makeshift triage. You have to give the champion full points for toughness. Not completely covering the gapping wound, but that will have to do, as he slides back in at the 9 count.

Andrew Fulton: Rolling into a---

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Jeremy Tucker: FLYING ELBOWDROP!!!!! And there's Linda with a pin----











ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!














TWO-------big kickout!

Andrew Fulton: Lucky Linda with another elbow to those bruised ribs, and grabbing a leg tries to pull Matei into the Irish Cloverleaf--- but Matei with enough presence of mind to kick her off of him!

Jeremy Tucker: Both up to their feet - but after that near tragedy at the start, this is getting competitive again! Linda going for a superkick, but Matei sidesteps it. Trying to protect what's left of his jaw. Matei going for a thrust kick of his own, but Linda hooks the leg and takes him over with a Boston Crab!

Andrew Fulton: She'd probably want us to call it an Irish crab.

Jeremy Tucker: Well its locked in, and La Fey just sitting back on those bruised ribs of Matei as she cranks back on his left leg. The pain has to be excruciating! Referee Kip Katts asking if the champion gives up, and the stream of blood that Radu spat him almost managed to catch Kip's shoes.

Andrew Fulton: There is no quit in Matei! Risking a broken rib, he muscles forwards into the ropes. Lucky Linda having no choice but to let go of the hold.

Jeremy Tucker: Matei getting back up and Linda from behind going for an Irish Suplex, but can't lift the larger man up. Given that stinger earlier, I'm surprised she can lift herself up! Matei responding with a spinning backfist, but Linda ducking under, and fires off a standing side kick which CONNECTS with Radu's bloody jaw!

*BIG POP*

Jeremy Tucker: That looked painful! Another side kick on the mark!

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Andrew Fulton: You can only tease the beast so many times!

Jeremy Tucker: MATEI IS LIVID, and reaches out, grabbing Linda by the throat - starts to choke her! He is a man possessed! Just strangling away!

Joey Morelli: Chokes, that is all Ragu's good for! I bet the idiot that held the belt before him knew more wrestling holds, and he was legally {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore}.

Jeremy Tucker: Kip Katts giving Radu a five count to break the choke, 1, 2, 3, 4 - but Matei forcing Linda down to the canvas, points out that its a cover! Oh, come on ref - make him break it!










ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!










TWO------------Linda with the presence of mind to kick up.

Andrew Fulton: The referee is counting it as a kickout, but that shot just caught Matei in the electrical tape. That is just going to piss him off. I think he's choking harder!

Jeremy Tucker: Desperation kicking in as oxygen escapes, Linda kicking up again, right in that bloody jaw... found the mark... again... and again... a fifth kick to the jaw is enough to even make a monster like Matei flinch, and a sixth causes him to loosen his grip!

*BIG POP*

Jeremy Tucker: Linda fighting back with those stiff kicks, and the audience is on fire. A seventh knocks her free. Matei recoiling, but like a beast is trying to grab that choke again...

*BIGGER POP*

Jeremy Tucker: A back kick is enough to put some space between them, and Linda back up on her feet.

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Jeremy Tucker: SUPERKICK catches Matei right on the chin, and forces the bigger man back into the corner! He starts to charge out - but an IRA kick knocks him back.

Andrew Fulton: The tape is still holding.

Jeremy Tucker: Oh that tape is there to stay. You need a skin graft to remove that electrical adhesive. Radu knew what he was doing... tragically.

Andrew Fulton: A ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE JAW KNOCKS THE CHAMPION OFF HIS FEET!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Matei down in the corner, and La Fey comes in with the facewash!!!

Andrew Fulton: Just grinding away at that chin! The champion is a bloody mess, but the tape is keeping the last of those stitches from popping off.

*POP*
*POP*
*POP*
*POP*

Jeremy Tucker: Noticing the claw marks on her neck, Linda looks absolutely furious! La Fey with a series of kicks to the head!





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Andrew Fulton: The tape came off.

Jeremy Tucker: Linda La Fey with those BRUTAL kicks to the head just rocked the world champion to his core.

Andrrew Fulton: Matei with a crimson mask, and Linda La Fey dragging him out of the corner...






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Jeremy Tucker: IRISH DESTROYER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




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ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


















THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






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Jeremy Tucker: Matei somehow getting the shoulder up!

*Chorus of boos*

Jeremy Tucker: The crowd thought that Linda had him!

Andrew Fulton: We were VERY close to having a new world champion!

Jeremy Tucker: Linda again going for the Irish Cloverleaf--- but Matei with the presence of mind to grab the ropes, not with much energy, but some sort of understanding of his surroundings. It has to be from memory, as I don't see how HE CAN SEE through all that blood.

Andrew Fulton: Linda kneeing the bruised ribs, that'll wind the champ. Now grabbing those legs, not going for the cloverleaf, but - dragging them across the top rope, could it be - yes - TREE OF WOE!!!

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Jeremy Tucker: We all know where this is going!

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Andrew Fulton: CANNONBALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*MASSIVE POP*

Jeremy Tucker: 450 Missile Dropkick hits its mark with enough force to KNOCK Matei off the ropes! There is the cover!!!













ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
















THREE---------------------------------------------------------------------------------













THREE?














THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Andrew Fulton: Matei digging deep manages to kickout! I swear, I thought Linda had him there.

Jeremy Tucker: After Lynn Brewster's attempt at Battle of the Sexes, I thought for sure that SHE was going to be the last Amazon we saw challenge for the world title. At the very least it would be a LONG TIME before another woman had a shot at the strap. If Pesci had his way, they wouldn't.

Joey Morelli: Damn straight.

Jeremy Tucker: You have to think that there is a lot more riding on this match than the world title, Lucky Linda is representing the entire Amazon locker room and their ability to challenge for the world title regardless of gender. After that Avery defeat, I can't have been alone in not liking her chances, but Linda is more than holding her own!

Andrew Fulton: SHE MIGHT HAVE THIS WON, RIGHT NOW - IRISH CLOVERLEAF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Jeremy Tucker: Flashbulbs going off throughout the arena, as La Fey applies her patented submission hold.

Andrew Fulton: This is it!

Joey Morelli: This is it, to get out of that thing, you'd have to be some sort of wrestler. Not Ragu's strong point.

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Jeremy Tucker: Who's that on the entranceway - Suzi Spits!

Andrew Fulton: I hope she's not here to cost Linda the match!

Jeremy Tucker: Why would you even say that?

Andrew Fulton: Why else is she here?

Standing up at the entranceway, Suzi Spits shows no signs of heading down the aisle. She is just watching the match. Watching a fellow Amazon win the world title.

Jeremy Tucker: I can't imagine Radu Matei has any quit in him, but the champion has nowhere to go.

Joey Morelli: Linda has this sewn up, which is better than I can say for Ragu's face.

Balling up his fists, the SWAT World Champion shoves them down into the canvas. La Fey has the move on too tight for him to break it. He's lost too much blood. So much blood. Digging his fists into the canvas, Matei starts to drag himself forwards.

Joey Morelli: Disgusting.

Andrew Fulton: MATEI IS SOMEHOW MANAGING TO SHOVE HIMSELF TOWARDS THE ROPES - USING THE BLOODY STUMP HE USED TO CALL A FACE TO SLIDE OVER!!! That is repugnant.

Jeremy Tucker: That is - a fighting champion. Agonizing pain as Matei rips any stitches that were holding his head together on his way to the ropes, can he do it.

*THE CROWD JEER THIS SUPER HUMAN EFFORT, BECAUSE THEY WANT LINDA TO WIN RIGHT NOW, BUT ALSO BECAUSE WRESTLING FANS ARE BASICALLY FICAL SCUM*

Andrew Fulton: Inches away, but she has this.





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Joey Morelli: What a freak show.

Jeremy Tucker: Radu Matei may have broken his nose, but he somehow defies the laws of anatomy to get to the ropes.

Andrew Fulton: Linda can't believe it, but letting go of the Irish Cloverleaf.

Jeremy Tucker: Much like Timeless last week, Matei will never relinquish that strap to a submission hold. Opponents are better off just shooting him like a dog.

Andrew Fulton: Disappointed but not losing momentum. Linda now dropping a few knees to the ribs to punish Matei for prolonging this blood bath, and managing to get him up for the side effect! A few more elbows. Having trouble getting him up, but all that plasma must have been what weighed him down, as she brings him over with a---------

Jeremy Tucker: IRISH SUPLEX!!!!!!! Linda finding the strength to get him over this time, but now its Matei's turn to awkwardly land on his head!

Andrew Fulton: Linda is on FIRE - and dragging the champion up - SNAP SUPLEX!!!





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Jeremy Tucker: There is a hook of a leg------
















ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
















THREE------------------------------------------------------------

*Collective groan of disappointment as Matei gets a shoulder up*

Andrew Fulton: Matei with amazing survival instincts for another EPIC title defence!

Jeremy Tucker: There is an electricity in the arena! And now Suzi Spits being joined up on the entranceway by Olympia! And here comes, Marie Caedes and Sabrina Sinstone as well. The Amazons out on the entrance to get a better look at this action - thinking what everyone in the arena is. This is there night! This is the night when we see our first women's world champion!

Andrew Fulton: Lucky Linda lifting the champion up for another Irish Destroyer----------


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Jeremy Tucker: NO! Matei reverses it into CREEP CRAWL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
















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TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Andrew Fulton: La Fey with the kickout!!!!!!!!!!

*COLLECTIVE SIGH OF RELIEF*

Jeremy Tucker: You can never count the champ out! Linda back on her feet and charging in with the I R... we're going to call that a Yakuza kick tonight just to avoid upsetting our hosts. Catches the bloody mug of Matei on the chin!

*POP*

Jeremy Tucker: But the champion NO SELLS it.

*JEER*

Jeremy Tucker: ASIAN MIST TO THE EYES - well - he may have just spat blood in her face, its hard to tell given the state of him.

Andrew Fulton: The Beast of Dixie burying a knee into Linda's midsection which sets her up for---------

Jeremy Tucker: CMW SPECIAL CONNECTS HARD!!!!!!!!!















ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





















THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






Andrew Fulton: Linda managing to kick out, but that looks like it strained that injured neck.

Jeremy Tucker: That was damned close! But don't count Linda out yet!

Andrew Fulton: Radu Matei now going for-----------------------

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Jeremy Tucker: The Aculeus Strike II-----------------

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Andrew Fulton: But Lucky Linda managing to duck under--- Matei spins around---

*MONSTER POP*

Jeremy Tucker: Linda with the TROUBLE IN PARADISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton: TROUBLE IN PARADISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: THAT LOOKED LIKE IT DISCONNECTED MATEI'S JAW!!!!!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton: THERE'S THE COVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















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TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




















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Jeremy Tucker: Matei managing to get a shoulder up. Just barely! That was IT!

Looking up Linda sees her fellow Amazons there, showing their support, and looks out at the sea of fans screaming their approval.

This is her moment.

Andrew Fulton: Linda calling for the LUCKY DIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Matei looks out on his back, even if he was conscious who could say if he could see, but I think we're about to see history being made!

Andrew Fulton: Lucky Linda going up top---












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Jeremy Tucker: HERE SHE COMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Andrew Fulton: LUCKY DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Jeremy Tucker: CONNECTS!!CONNECTS!



















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THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















Jeremy Tucker: Radu with a foot in the ropes.

Andrew Fulton: He didn't!?

Jeremy Tucker: The champion somehow managing to hang on. What does Lucky Linda have to do?


"ONE MORE TIME!"


"ONE MORE TIME!"


Jeremy Tucker: The audience chanting for another!

"ONE MORE TIME!"
"ONE MORE TIME!"
"ONE MORE TIME!"
"ONE MORE TIME!"
"ONE MORE TIME!"
"ONE MORE TIME!"
"ONE MORE TIME!"
"ONE MORE TIME!"
"ONE MORE TIME!"
"ONE MORE TIME!"
"ONE MORE TIME!"
"ONE MORE TIME!"
"ONE MORE TIME!"
"ONE MORE TIME!"



*MASSIVE POP*



Jeremy Tucker: LUCKY LINDA GOING UP TOP ONE MORE TIME! AND HERE WE GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!








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Andrew Fulton: LUCKY DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII------------








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Jeremy Tucker: MATEI GETS A FOOT UP! MATEI CATCHING LINDA COMING OFF THE TOP WITH THAT BOOT-

Andrew FultonAculeus Strike '01 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Acuelus Strike finds its mark, and both champion and challenger now lying on the canvas in a heap! That was a nasty collision.

Joey Morelli: Either of these will make for easy pickings.

Jeremy Tucker: Matei damn near took La Fey's head off, but given the state of him can he capitalize?

Andrew Fulton: The world champ slowly crawling over...

Joey Morelli: Like a bug.

Jeremy Tucker: Draping the arm across the chest...
















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Jeremy Tucker: Three.




Ding!!!!!DING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!DIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*MASSIVE JEERS*

Frank Salazar: The winner of this match... and STILL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...





RADUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU



MATEI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Radu Matei managing to pull it off - but I have to say, I really thought this was Lucky Linda's night.

Joey Morelli: Don't feel too bad, he's only hanging onto it for another week.

Andrew Fulton: While disappointing, there is no shame in that losing effort - both champion and challenger both DIED for our enjoyment. One hell of a match.

Joey Morelli: They didn't die enough for my liking.

Jeremy Tucker: Another defence and another match of the year contender, Radu might look like roadkill but he is turning out five star matches like a machine!

With the announcement of Radu's victory, "The End of the World" by Skeeter Davis plays over the PA system to a chorus of boos. Woken from his agony by the music, Radu Matei starts to sit up, then rolls over to his bag of vermin.

Jeremy Tucker: The champion picking up that sack of filth, ready to add insult to Lucky Linda's injury.

A few of the Amazons that had come out to support her start to make their way down the aisle for aid, as Matei threatens to empty his sack of insects onto his downed opponent.

Jeremy Tucker: I can't watch.

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Matei starts to untie the sack, but looking at Linda, suddenly ties it back up. Letting it fall next to him, he reaches down and grabs one of her hands, dragging her back up to her feet.

Jeremy Tucker: Wait, Matei forgoing his usual victory celebration, and actually helping Linda up - raises her arm in the air.

Andrew Fulton: Lucky Linda has earned his respect tonight, hell she came damn close to taking that strap.

"LINDA!"
"LINDA!"
"LINDA!"
"LINDA!"
"LINDA!"
"LINDA!"
"LINDA!"







Looking out into the audience with glazed eyes, "Lucky" Linda La Fey hears the fans chanting her name, then turns to aisle to see her fellow Amazons.

Jeremy Tucker: La Fey getting a standing ovation for her herculean effort, and I think she proved tonight without a shadow of a doubt that when it comes to the World Title, the Amazons can more than hold their own with the men.

Joey Morelli: When I'm champ all this intergender stuff is getting thrown out the window. Linda can work at the craft service table, fixing me a sandwich!

Holding his world title up in the air, Radu Matei stares down at Joey Morelli through blood shot eyes.

Jeremy Tucker: Well that is your opponent for the Night of Champions, but between battle bowl, Brewster, Timeless and this La Fey defence, who knows how much more steam he'll have.

Joey Morelli: The moment he messed with Chianti he was living on borrowed time.

Not wanting to take away from Linda's moment, the champion shuffles over to the ropes. It shows a lot of class. Of course, when he gets halfway through them, he turns to the camera with a smile and snaps his fingers. As if on cue, thousands of locusts descend from the ceiling.

Jeremy Tucker: DAMN IT! Matei may have spared Linda the bag of maggots, but he just unleashed locusts on the arena!

Andrew Fulton: NO! I just had my hair done! Can no one stop this madness!

Joey Morelli: I JUST SAID I WOULD. Were you not paying attention? Dicks.

Andrew Fulton: They're getting in my eyes!

Jeremy Tucker: For Blackpool, England... we have to get the hell out of here!

The last image sees the arena in chaos, as Linda La Fey walks out with the other Amazons, head held high, while Radu and Joey give each other hateful looks through a cloud of insects.