Battleground #15 : Good Friends Better Enemies (Show)

[Lucky Linda]

”Leave it be doc, i am ok’” Says Lucky Linda La Fey, she is in the medic quarters and being seen to by the SWAT doc. She is still quite battered and bruised from last week’s epic main event against Radu Matei.

“Sorry, i am under strict instructions to give you a good going over after last week’s match, before you can set foot in the ring tonight” Replies the Doc, he is an elderly man, looks like he could have been retired long ago, where does Pesci find these goons.

“A good going over?” Linda raises an eyebrow to him “Not on your life.”

The Doc ignores her quirk and keeps trying to examine her, and Linda looks very agitated. “You are a fiery lass, aren’t you. Well, i don’t see anything that will kill you, you really should rest up some, but i know that isn’t going to happen.”

“Very wise of you. That was one hell of a fight i had last week, to be sure to be sure. I got through it ok though, nothing broken, apart from maybe Radu’s face.” Linda groans a bit as the Doc prods her.

“Yeah, nothing broken, but you be a tender thing right now, I’ll sign off on your match clearance, i know it would be futile not too, but you watch yourself out there, you are not bullet proof you know.” The Doc moves over to a table and scribbles something ineligible down, then smiles fondly to Linda. “Look after yourself lass.”

“I always do” Beams Linda. She gets up off the table and groans again, looking into the camera. “Last week on Battleground, Radu Matei and i took it to the limit. We gave each other all we had, and after all was said and done, he was the victor, and i tip my hat to him here and now. That was a match of the year candidate, and he is one tough hombre.”

Linda flicks her hair a tiny bit. “I didn’t do too badly myself, that Blackpool arena was buzzing, i was on the cusp of achieving the ultimate prize, and every person in that place was right there with me, riding each and every bump. It was an amazing feeling, the adrenaline was flowing through me, and i was aching all over, but i couldn’t feel a thing. I felt invincible, i felt like it was going to happen, then, i ran out of luck i guess.”

“I am not ashamed, i can admit it. I came up short and although it was an honourable loss it was still a loss.” Linda looks seriously into the camera. “And after all the bruises, all the poundings i took in that match, i would do it all again, tonight, tomorrow night, ANY NIGHT! I don’t care when or how long i have to wait, i will get another shot at that gold, and i will make it mine!

“Tonight though, i am in the lucky position, to be in another title match, and this one, for my old Amazons Championship.” Linda grins. “Even luckier against my old tag team partner, Avery McCullen!”

“Avery!” Linda snarls the name. “You and i are far from done. Congratulations.” Linda slow claps. “You did it. You won the belt.” Linda shakes her head in dismay.

“You won your title match, and i lost mine. Yet, i am the one who feels like the real winner. I am the one who fights with pride and passion and give it my all and hold my head high. Did you see my match, half the locker room came out to watch it, they saw something special coming, it was a moment. Then, we have you, you cheated to beat me in Ireland, and now you needed your husband Mark and his douche bag partner Calum to defeat Brewster.”

Linda scoffs “What a disgrace. What an embarrassment. I am ashamed to have called you a friend, and a tag team partner. You have shown your true colors McCullen, and you think it’s all worth it today, while you hold the gold, but what will you have to show for it after tonight, when I have your belt! And your HIDE!”

“What will you have to show for it in three months time, when you are an afterthought and known only as a former champion, and the woman who turned their back on and betrayed Lucky Linda. Nothing, that’s what you’ll have, and you can rot in it for all i care.”

“As for me, I am unstoppable, my wins are well earned, and my loses make me stronger, the fans see it, the guys in the back see it, the world see’s it! They are screaming MY name, not yours, and it is only a matter of time until i am on top of the tree where i belong, until then, i will keep paying my dues, and keep fighting the good fight, which thankfully for me, tonight, is against you, and i am going to rub your face in it. I am going to throw you around that ring and bounce your head on the canvas like a basketball” Linda smiles.

“I am going to enjoy it too. Truthfully, i don’t even care if i win tonight. I just want to get my hands on you.” Linda clenches her fists to the camera “Prepare for the fight of your life McCullen, you think my battle with Radu last week was something, i am going to put you through ten times more punishment!” Linda stares intently into the camera as we fade.

[edwarddubin0604]

(The tron shows Psychotic Goth and Vampira on the screen green and red haze surrounding them.)

Vamipira: "Oh Joanne where are you supposed to really be here or at your mob infested club."

Psychotic Goth: "Joanne I see you're not serious about actually stepping into the ring all warmed up and prepared. How ironic you and your mob daddy are at a club of all places instead of actually preparing for the six-man match. Then again I expected much when it comes to the KGB."

(He bellows in an ancient dialect before pausing.)

Vampira: "Call me a bitch Cannelli is like you calling yourself a mob princess."

Psychotic Goth: "Oh but she allegedly is. Imagine she excuses herself just to get a bit to eat only to go into a basement and enjoy a little lesbian sex with a chained whore. We never thought she had it in her to lie to her own father in law and bodyguards. Oh I bet the pleasure you had making out with that whore was much better than anything you ever got from any man you went out with."

(Psychotic Goth laughs maniacally.)

Psychotic Goth: "So when do we get to see your porn video when it's released on PPV and streaming services unless you plan on keeping it all to yourself. Oh how selfish I could use an arousal right now but I guess you have to find a way to loosen up before your match and psyche yourself up."

(He bursts out laughing and screams in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "You say you want to bring it and bring it hard. Well Cannelli I welcome it since I enjoy brutality. I enjoy pain and agony. I enjoy blood and gore since it's my nature and I enjoy sadism unlike you."

Vampira: "You act so tough when you make threats and hide behind your little bodyguards. Let's see what you do against three of the meanest wrestlers in a six-man match mystery partner or not."

Psychotic Goth: "We don't care if you've been wrestling for a while or so you claim. We all know you'll hide behind your bodyguards or use them to help you in order to gain a victory. Now you think you all have an advantage because you got your little foul mouthed uncle Joe Pesci to place a title shot on the line. Yet ask yourself Cannelli who in the KGB is wanting of a title shot. Do you want a title shot. Does Soutter or your mystery partner want a title shot."

Vampira: "Imagine who's going to tear each other apart."

Psychotic Goth: "Interesting isn't it that Pesci's plan is going to backfire if KGB is pining for a title shot as well. Soutter looked real interested in a title match since he did want to keep the title with the KGB. Unless Joanne he isn't serious about getting a title around that overweight and over sized butt of his. So ask yourself Joanne or however you call your name or spell it. Do you want that title shot yourself since you pine for one in your big ego or shall I say your oversized floating devices."

(Psychotic Goth laughs demonically shouting in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Oh how impressed your lesbian lover will be when you two are having hardcore sex. Won't she be impressed by your belt and the way you two will be in such heat over the possibility. Oh the arousal you'll both get. Even better the arousal I'll get when we both get to watch you two do it."

(He laughs again.)

Psychotic Goth: "Unless your uncle Joey buys the footage and puts it away to avoid the embarrassment and shame amongst the mob syndicate. Do not fear since only Satan shall know and you know the consequences of your sins. Poor Joanne I guess Chachi wasn't much of a lover to you so you engage in sadomasochism. Hope it's worth it when Frostbite, Alex and myself have our way with you but you'll hide behind your partners and your bodyguards and uncle Joey will fix it so you win. Isn't that what the mob does best and that's fix things."

Vampira: "Be assured Joanne you'll have nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. So you truly better be ready or else the KGB is going to be truly the laughing stock of SWAT and SWAT will burn in hell."

Psychotic Goth: "It already is in hell compliments of Joe Pesci. Be warned KGB everyone's coming for you and you shall wish you hadn't started something you can not finish. Darkness shall descend upon you and your souls. Thus we have spoken and thus we shall fulfill our omen."

(The tron goes dark.)

[suzispitz]

SS : Lemme tell ya somethin'…

The Violent Vixen abruptly steps out of a doorway off to the side of the entrance stage. No music, no pyro, and, as is immediately obvious, no bullshit. She just walks out, with her trusty steel folding chair in one hand, and a live mic in the other.

SS : First of all, some people around here don't seem ta understand who the hell I really am. So let me formally introduce myself.

She hops up onto the side of the entrance ramp, and holds her chair up, toward the ring, or, more specifically, toward the ring announcer, all the while, walking ever nearer the squared circle.

SS : Announce me, bitch!

The ring announcer nervously raises his own mic, and does his best…

Frank Salazar : Ladies, and gentlemen, please welcome, The Vicious Vixen, SUZI SPIIIIIIIIITZ!

Suzi slides into the ring, and quickly gets to her feet, as she raises her chair up high, appearing to love the mixed reaction she receives.

She sets the chair up in the center of the ring, then turns to the ring announcer, grinning the most wicked of grins.

SS : Howzabout ya have a seat, while I lay the law down, Suzi Spitz Style…

She gestures toward the chair, and smiles, appearing to encourage the poor sap to take a little break for a few moments, before the next match, and looks to be pretty convincing, although her words aren't picked up by the mic.

The announcer seems a bit confused, yet gracious, as he slowly walks to the center of the ring, and cautiously sits in the chair.

Suzi stands behind him, to the right, placing her hand, gently, on his shoulder, and comforts his apparent nervousness.

SS : Relax, pal, I ain't gonna whip your ass right now… I just wanna congratulate Blaze Freya on becoming the Pan Am Champion…

There is a huge pop from the fans at the mention of her name, and what sounds like the beginnings of a "Fre-ya" chant, even inspiring Suzi Spitz to applaud Blaze's success.

And, no doubt, we would all like for this sudden celebration to last a lot longer, however, there are time constraints to abide within, so she is forced to cut it short, while still exuding all due respect, as she continues…

SS : Oh, yeah, she deserves it. And I have absolutely no doubt that she'll make a great champion.

That bein' said, lemme say this… Blaze Freya, there ain't too many people here in SWAT, who know how good you are as well as I know how good you really are.

And I've gotta say, I'm impressed, but here's the thing…

you have no idea how good I really am.

And far, far more importantly, you have absolutely no idea how bad I've been wantin' ta show ya!

And I will… heh… I'm gonna show ya real good, kiddo.

Ya see, you beat up Sabrina Sinstone, and I brutalized Sabrina Sinstone. And SWAT Brass can throw everyone else you've beaten in the ring with me, and I'll brutalize their asses too. It doesn't matter how long it takes, how many asses I have ta kick, or how much BLOOD GETS SPILLED!.. Eventually, I'm gonna get ta you, Blaze, I'm gonna prove to you, and the rest of SWAT, that THAT IS! HA-HAAA! WHOOO!.. exactly why I came back…

to kick a whole lotta asses, and spill a whole lotta blood, for a long, long, time.

And that's bad news for ya, girlie, 'cause in this business, the beatin's come in different sizes. Ya might get off with a little slap on the wrist from your ass lickin' followers, based on them not wantin' ta scare ya off, or ya might get your ass stretched a few sizes bigger by the boot of someone who just can't stand ya!

Ya might get run over in thirty seconds, and left for dead by someone who doesn't see you as amountin' to jack sh*t, or ya just might find yourself locked in an hour long war with someone who respects your ability, and determination.

Well, it just so happens ta be, Blaze, that I respect the hell outta your ability, and determination, but I HATE!.. YOUR STINKIN'!.. GUTS!

So you run along, and play the bestest little champion you can be. And savor every moment.

'Cause I know you're a real competitor. You're provin' it more, and more, every week. You're hotter than a smokin' .45, but I'm the one gunnin' for ya now… ME!.. SUZI SPITZ, BITCH!.. The Big Dog. The Head Honcho. The Big Cheese!..

Suzi grabs the ring announcer by his shirt collar, and pulls him out of the chair, and to his feet, with one hand, glaring into his eyes for one tense moment, before turning her icy glare toward the evenings broadcast announce team, and raising the mic to her lips to deliver the only warning they will get…

SS : The VIOLENT!.. Vixen.

She shoves Frank Salazar down, and kicks him in the mouth, just as he bounces off of his ass. He holds his hands over his face, in a desperate attempt to cover up, but it will do him no good… Suzi has picked up the steel folding chair, and is already swinging it at the poor sap's head.

The smack of steel on skull echoes throughout the arena, even over the near deafening reaction from the fans in attendance.

Frank lies motionless on the mat, bleeding profusely, meanwhile, Suzi throws the bloodied chair at the announcer's table, barely missing the head of Andrew Fulton, who ducks out of the way at the very last second.

However, the mic she threw right after, hits him between the eyes.

Suzi points an accusing finger at both of the shocked commentators, before suddenly turning, and leaving though the ropes on the other side of the ring, and hopping down to the floor, then casually walking up the ramp, to the entrance, and out of sight.

Back to more great S.W.A.T. action…

~ ❤ ~

[paulblair]

[ Before the cameras can go back to our regular crew, it pans down to ringside, where the newest SWAT reporter Donald Fury is down there but not sure why. He motions for the cameras to pan in closer ]

Fury: Thanks guy. I have been given word that something is about to go down here tonight.

[ As he says this a murmur can be heard in the stands near him. The crowd seems to be shouting negative remarks at someone ]

Fury: This might be what I was told about...oh no ---

[ As he says this, cameras zoom in to see Paul Blair making his way through the crowd ]

Blair: Excuse me. Important star coming through. You enjoying that popcorn?

[ Blair is jawing back and forth with some man near the front row. Finally Blair knocks the container of popcorn out of the man's hands and watches it hit the ground and the man begins to get very irate ]

Man: I paid good money for that popcorn.

Blair: Not my problem jack. Maybe you should not have spent all your money on these tickets to watch a show that does not even have a real star. Not even one member of the Bro Code is even wrestling here tonight.

Man: Whatever. You suck anyways - that is why you aren't on this show. I can't wait to watch Calum beat you down the next time he sees you.

Blair: Security!!!

[ Blair is looking around for his security crew. They are a couple of seconds behind but finally a few armed guards come down ]

Blair: Get rid of this peon. Is this part of Calum's Voiceless that he speaks of? Because he won't shut the hell up, ever since I came down here.

[ Blair finally reaches Fury near the guard rail ]

Fury: Ladies and gentlemen it is the Ruler Paul Blair!!

[ Crowd around boos and begins to scream things at Blair ]

Blair: Security!! Security!!

[ Blair looks back at the guards ]

Blair: Get rid of all of these peons!

Fury: Mr. Blair with all due respect, I do not believe you can get rid of this entire section.

[ Blair begins to move towards Fury slowly and as he gets closer, Fury stops talking ]

Blair: What were you saying?

Fury: Well, nothing. I might have been wrong. Anyways, what are you doing here tonight in the stands?

Blair: What do you mean? I told you last week that I would be here sitting in the front row and that's exactly what I am going to do. Here it is guys.

[ Blair goes over to a couple of young men who are sitting ringside. ]

Blair: Thanks guy for holding my seat but you can scram. The Ruler is here for the rest of the show.

[ Both men look a bit worried. The smaller one speaks up ]

Young Man: Uh these are our seats. My friends got me these tickets for my birthday. I am 21 today - we are all here to watch the show and have a good time.

[ Blair does not seem to be happy with this response. ]

Blair: Is that so? Well Happy Birthday. What's your name?

Young Man: Leon ---

Blair: That's enough Leon. We do not need to be best friends. So Leon, the Ruler hopes you have a Happy Birthday. The Ruler almost forgot he got you a birthday gift.

Leon: Oh yeah? What did you get me?

Blair: If you get up right now and get out of my seats, Paul Blair won't beat you down right here in front of all your friends.

[ The crowd near him starts yelling "Happy Birthday" and then booing Blair ]

Blair: Now let me ask you one more time.

[ This time, Blair takes off his shades and begins to stare down Leon and his friends. He continues stepping closer until he is right in their face and he asks one more time ]

Blair: Who do those seats belong to?

[ Leon just looks disgusted and finally motions for his friends to get up ]

Leon: I guess they are yours.

[ Leon and his friends leave the front row area ]

Blair: Damn right Leon. You little punk ass rollie pollie.

[ Blair motions for Fury to get closer with the mic and he puts back on his shades ]

Blair: Let that be a warning to anyone and everyone. When Paul Blair wants something, he gets it. No questions asked and if there are any questions... { Blair takes off his shades again } well it's just better if there are no questions. Just ask Leo.

Fury: You mean Leon.

Blair: Oh do I?

[ Blair puts his shades back on ]

Blair: Security!!!

[ His guards come back over to see what he wants ]

Blair: Go ahead and get the first 2 rows out of here. On second thought, first 3 rows. I do not want any of these rollie pollies breathing on me.

[ Fury just looks on in amazement as the guards begin to ask fans in the first 3 rows to get up and move away from Paul Blair. ]

Blair: Thanks guys. Just let them know if they have any questions, that we are not answering questions at this time. It is almost time to see those two losers ‘Coconut Head’ Calum and the world’s worst stable mate, Mike Maddox. Can you believe those peons are going to wrestle and the winner is #1 contender? How ridiculous.

Fury: Well it should be a good one Mr. Blair and the winner will definitely have earned that #1 contendership.

[ Blair does not even look up at Fury as he says this last statement ]

Blair: Fury, shut the hell up. How is beating either of those losers, something that qualifies as earning a #1 shot? In fact you know what, I may just step in that ring tonight and show them who is the boss? And here’s a hint - it is not Tony Danza from the 1980s.

Fury: What an odd reference from you? I am guessing most of our viewers did not even get it.

[ Blair has a smirk on his face ]

Blair: Again shut up Fury.

Fury: What do you mean you are going to get in the ring? Tonight you are a fan, and fans are prohibited from sitting in the stands and then jumping in the stands. It says so on the ticket.

[ Blair seems to be tiring of this conversation ]

Blair: Whatever. Ok, I am ready to see some action tonight.

[ Blair looks over at Fury ]

Blair: Come on Fury, sit down you can be my special guest tonight for this show. It's about to start back up soon.

[ Fury begins to sit down ]

Blair: You know what, never mind. On second thought, you aren't very special and you certainly would not be my guest. Let's get these cameras away from me.

[SWAT Team]

[Peel their caps back by Ice T hits as we switch back to the ring, there is a couch and a coffee table and the set of Suites Suite is in the ring. We see the Bandit Mobil heading to the ring, The Suit, Mad Dog Paul Soutter standing in the back of it with The Compton Colossal Bruno beside him, arms folded, muscles bulging and dark sunglasses on. The fans boo’ing, some cheering and showing the KGB colors.].

[On the SWAT tron we see doctored footage of Tom Cruise jumping up and down on the couch imposed in the ring. Then more doctored footage showing Rick James/ Dave Shappelle on his back stamping his feet on the couch FUCK_ YOUR_ COUCH. Now a shot of Heidi giving Suit a lap dance on the couch on the SWAT tron.]

Soutter : Welcome to SUITS SUITE!!! Tonight, we have a treat for you Boston turkeys!

[Crowd jeer]

Tonight, we have a living legend in this business as my guest, A PIONEER!!! He's HARDKORE JONNIE VALENTINE!!!

[Huge pop.]

[Everybodys working for the weekend hits and a very sweaty and moon eyed Jonnie jogs down to the ring, slapping fans hands, doing a full lap around the front row. He pulls on the top rope to vault inside the ring and does the double guns to the crowd. He enters the ring and shakes hands with Suit.]

Soutter : Welcome Jonnie! I got to say, it’s great to see you back in the ring, and live right here on SUITS SUITE!

Jonnie Valentine : Thank you, Mr. Soutter. It's a real pleasure to be here. But I gotta correct you on one thing. Its no longer Hardkore Jonnie, now, it’s ‘Pretty Over” Jonnie Valentine. (fist pump) Woo!

Soutter : ‘Pretty Over”? (Soutter laughs, a mocking laugh) What has happened to you man? You were the most Brutal, Innovative. Dangerous. HARDKORE! OVER Wrestler on the planet.

[Soutter sits down on the couch.]


Jonnie Valentine : Yeah, you should probably take a load off there, you were breathing pretty heavy...


Soutter : Now, you’re parading around with a bow tie as some hybrid Chippendale / Krammer Bow Tie Killer! I gotta ask. WTF?


Jonnie Valentine : (back on his bullshit) I'm just here to entertain the good fans here in Boston, and the even better fans of the USA! USA! USA! USA!

[Confused fans give him a lukewarm "USA" chant]


Jonnie Valentine : You hear that Mr. Soutter? That is love for America! And your country! And your home nation!!


Soutter : You want to go back in a time machine and promote tag team wrestling? Hello! What about THE HELLHOUNDS?

Jonnie Valentine : Well, Mr. Soutter. The Hellhounds and I didn't see eye to eye on some things, money wise. They felt they were owed more than I was able to provide them after I took my meager cut. But that's OK, because The Stylistics Can Fight, And They Can Go All Night! Ow! Have mercy!

Soutter : Wow, you are...intense right now. Uh, let me tell you something about Cobryn. Something that it pains me to say, and eats me up inside, he is a shell of who he was, he has lost the drive, the “IT FACTOR” he had that made him so great, now, he is ... frankly ... a weak link ... a hindrance and burden even.

Jonnie Valentine : That's My Brother In Style you're talking about there. You can question alot about him, but you can never question his commitment to quality bow ties! Cobryn wishes he could be here but he told me and I quote "I wish I could be here to let everyone of our handsome fans know about the upcoming Summer Blow Out on handmade but affordable bow ties." He had tears ... Tears Mr. Soutter, coming down his eyes when he thought about all of the good they could do for America. And style.

Soutter : You...

Jonnie Valentine : (talks into Soutter's mic) And they come in several colors.

Soutter : (takes mic back) You want to sell merch? We can clean up on Hellhound posters. Hellhound T Shirts. Hellhound MASKS!

Jonnie Valentine : (covers microphone) Right, but then we have to cut in Dummy and Scary. (uncovers mic) This way I...I mean, America gets the support it needs! Let me here it again! USA! USA! USA!

[Even milder "USA" chant quickly peters out]

Soutter : Seriously, I don’t blow wind up no one’s ass, you are like a David Koresh. You got this cult following who will follow you to the ends of the earth, already since you returned, Cobryn followed ... well ... sorta followed. Syberus has pounced back in. Todd Synder is claiming to be your last student. Ratings are UP! Ticket sales are thru the roof.

Jonnie Valentine : I much appreciate that Mr. Soutter. I appreciate the good people giving us their hard earned money, and I hope to earn some of it with my scientific wrestling, fan favourite demeanour, and my reasonably priced neckwear. Did you know even women can wear bowties? Tong Fairtex told me once he cannot achieve orgasm if the woman isn't wearing a quality made bowtie. No cheap shit, Mr. Soutter, he told me it's gotta be....

Soutter : Yeah, i have heard of this problem you have with the IRS, wanna know how it goes these days, you just make shit up, and it must be true. You got people like Shootfighter, he just claims Pesci paid him millions of dollars for a region that lasted one show. No one disputes it, so, i guess it just must be true. You could do the same with your IRS issues.

Jonnie Valentine : Unfortunately the IRS is pretty unfamiliar with kayfabe. I tried to give them one of the oversized checks from the Frank Marano Cup and they were a little rude about it frankly.

Soutter : Later tonight in the main event, The KGB have a six man tag match with a mystery tag team partner, i heard some ask if this was you, care to answer this?

Jonnie Valentine : Aw shucks, Mr. Soutter. I'll be in the front doing meet and greets, taking pictures, selling signed bowties ... alot of guys ask me to call their friend and tell him he sucks. I don't know. Most of the time they don't believe it's me, so I don't know if it has the desired effect, but hey, $50 is $50 am I right? But no, I have no time for wrestling. In fact, I might not even wrestle my match if I don't have to. It would allow me more time to sell ... meet the good people of Beantown.

Soutter : What do you think of todays product? You are lucky, when i returned three years ago, the business was reduced to clowns like Eric Herrera and Rich Anderson, opening and closing a new fed every second month, turkeys who couldn’t get a gig on the bench in our day, and they had reduced the business to getting over on social media chat rooms and no in ring work, no promotional, it was pathetic, i would look in and cringe, and then decided, don’t shake your head Paul. DO something about it! FIX IT! And now, you see before you the SWAT of today!

Jonnie Valentine : Well, Mr. Soutter. I'm just getting my feet wet, and I don't even know if I know everyone's names yet, but everyone's warned me that Deaven Bennett will ask if he can return the rental car, and then will return it late with the gas tank empty. I have been told that he will say he filled it up, and that it's just a scam rental car places run.

Soutter : Well, the story...

Jonnie Valentine : I also heard that Alex Withers is on the gas.

Soutter : The story of Pesci is long and distinguished, just like my Johnson. (Woop, Police Academy reference) We came together two years ago at the Playboy Mansion when i was on a bender after Tanners passing, Tanner and i had talked many times of bringing Pesci in as my Mathew Perry, and for his tribute i brought him in and he then became a regular, got over big time, and then we crossed paths, he won the fed off me and i was banished, started wrestling under a mask calling myself Menace. Then, he sold the company to Brewster’s conglomerate, he made a fortune, she ran it down to 4 active wrestlers, so, he came to me and we got back in synch and he bought the fed back for a steal, and again, with the pair of us and together with his godson and nephew Joey Morelli at the helm, we have risen to the premiere fed in the world once more.

Jonnie Valentine : This is all good to know.

Soutter : Well, thanks for joining us on the Suite. Next time i see you in this ring, it could well be as opponents, what a dream match that will be, until that day, all the best here in SWAT!

Jonnie Valentine : Thank you Mr. Soutter. I play it clean in the ring, but dirty in the sheets! Ow! Have Mercy!!

[SWAT Team]

Narrator: Shut the front door! My client, Joey Morelli is the man chosen by Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition Owner Joe Pesci to be the challenger for not only the Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition World Heavyweight Title but, Joe Pesci also has chosen my client, Joey Morelli to step inside a XHF Network ring against the current, defending, undisputed, Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition World Heavyweight Champion, the man known as Radu Matei. If I pronounced it wrong..who gives a flying fuck? Nobody knows what race he is anyway. (Narrator laughs to himself.) 


What the fuck is going on? How could these humdrum fans be cheering for such a despicable character such as myself? I mean we all know the fans love my client, Joey Morelli. The women love him for his good looks, the men like him for his views on family values and the kids want him to be THEIR daddy. A role model for the ages. But why would you all be cheering for a piece of shit like me? 


Simple. Radu Matei is even a bigger piece of shit than I am...if you can believe that. Radu represents all that is wrong with the USA and the American Dream. Radu Matei is nothing but a con man. I know...rich coming from me, isn't it? 


Radu Matei thinks he's got it easy come July, 28th at Night of Champions, live, only on the XHF Network. That's where he has made the biggest mistake of his life. No..see..my client, Joey Morelli won't come out here and brag about how he's the only man thus far that has pinned the current champion Radu Matei during his stint here in Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition at the Anzac Cup 2019 Tag Team Tournament. My client, Joey Morelli won't tell you how he and his partner "Timeless" Alex Turner won the next match against Alex Withers and Leon Washington in the finals to actually win the Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition 2019 Anzac Cup. My client, Joey Morelli will not brag about how he and "Timeless" have already qualified for a tag team title shot right here on the XHF Network. I guess I'll have to just toot his horn for him..won't I?


Scene description? Guess that's my job so let me fill you in. One of the twins..we'll make it Twin #1..has just gotten busted at school for cheating. Joey just pulled into the school parking lot and is about to park his BMW. "Nothing But a G Thing", by Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg bumps the Bose stereo speakers. Joey gets out of the car wearing work out gear. He has a red "Nike Air" t-shirt on as well as matching sweat pants. Joey gets out of the car, shuts the door and pushes the button on his keychain to set the alarm. Joey begins to walk to the school office. He is greeted by a hot blonde who is doing her best to show Joey she's interested in him, but he just smiles and politely blows her off. He takes a seat and waits to be called into the Principal's office. The door that reads "Principal Geoffrey" opens and out steps a medium built man with black John Travolta style hair and a black goatee. Joey notices a pocket protector and red mini stapler in his right pocket. He sports a pair of black rimmed glasses with tape holding it together in the middle. Principal Geoffrey introduces himself and shakes Joey's hand. He shakes his hand back and finally peeps Twin #1 who won't even look Joey in the eye.


Joey Morelli: Hi. I'm Joey..Joey Morelli.


Principal Geoffrey: Shoot, I know who you are. I'm Jeffrey Geoffrey but you can just call me Geoffrey. You are one of my kids favorite wrestlers. He has your doll and everything!


Joey Morelli: It's more of an "action figure" but thank you, Geoffrey, for buying it for them. I appreciate it. How many kids do you have?


Principal Geoffrey: Two. One boy and one girl. 


Joey Morelli That's great! I love my fan base. That's who pays my bills-


Principal  Geoffrey: Oh no. Only little Jeffery Jr. likes you. The girl likes Lucky Linda. Some day she wants to grow up and be just like her.


Joey Morelli: Nice! Linda is a great role model for a little girl to look up to. Who wouldn't want to be like her? So tell me, Mr. Geoffrey..why am I here?


Principal Geoffrey: Call me Jeffrey. The reason we called you today is because Twin #2 got caught cheating.


Joey Morelli: Actually, that's Twin #1. I know it's hard to tell them apart. I get them confused quite a bit myself.


Principal Geoffrey: The teacher found a cheat sheet with the answers of the test in his back pack-


Joey Morelli: Wait a minute. The teacher went looting through my son's backpack? 


Principal Geoffrey: He has probable cause.


Joey Morelli: What probable cause?


Principal Geoffrey: He had his hood on and his pants were sagging a little.


Joey Morelli: Just because the way he dresses is probable cause? What kind of profiling crap is that. Just because my opponent at Night of Champions, live, only on the XHF Network, looks like a terrorist doesn't mean he is one. I mean imagine what he most go through at the airport. 


Principal Geoffrey: You mean that raghead that drives the taxi to the ring?


Joey Morelli: No. That's Raji Khan..Radu Materi is my opponent.


Principal Geoffrey: You say tomato and I say tomatoe..What's the difference.


Joey Morelli: The difference is your teacher came at my son because of how he looked and that doesn't fly with me.


Principal Geoffrey: Look, Joey-


Joey Morelli: Call me Mr. Morelli.


Principal Geoffrey: We not only caught him cheating but he won't cop to it so he's a liar too.


[Joey's voice raises in anger.]


Joey Morelli: You better have evidence to back all this up..calling my son a liar over sagging Levi's.


Principal Geoffrey: I have the cheat sheet right here!


[He throws down a piece of paper with all the answers. Joey picks it up and quickly inspects it.]


Joey Morelli: Only problem Jeffrey, is this isn't even Twin #1's handwriting. I know his handwriting by heart and this isn't even close. Why did your teacher not pick up on that..or you for that matter!


Principal Geoffrey: Call me Principal or Mr. Geoffrey!


Joey Morelli: Jeffrey as in Dahmer or like Geoffrey the huge giraffe used by Toys 'R Us? Since we are going by looks I'd say Dahmer.


Principal Geoffrey: How dare you! Jeffery Dahmer was a sick man-


Joey Morelli: Oh..so you don't like to be called something you aren't by the way you look either, huh? Imagine that. 


Principal Geoffrey: I see where he gets his bad attitude from.


Joey Morelli: Actually, you're lucky. My wife would chew you up and spit you out for having our son at this school for three years and his teacher couldn't even tell that's not my son's handwriting. She go savage on you Jethro.


Principal Geoffrey: Why I've never-


Joey Morelli Sporting the pocket protector and the thick Coke bottle trifocals you NEVER will either!


Principal Geoffrey: Please leave sir. Or I'll get security.


Narrator: Joey snatches Geoffrey up by his collar and lifts him in the air. He takes the red stapler out of Geoffrey's pocket and staples the cheat sheet to his forehead.


Joey Morelli: Who in the hell do you think you are? 


Narrator: Geoffrey begins to piss his pants. A yellow substance soaks up the front of his white pants. Joey takes a whiff.


Joey Morelli: What's that smell!?


Narrator: Geoffrey squeals then has a funny look on his face.


Principal Geoffrey: Doo doo!


Narrator: Joey looks over and sees Twin #1 is watching closely. Joey realizes sometimes you can't let your temper get the best of you. Joey sets Principal Geoffrey down and fixes his collar for him. Besides having him shit and piss his pants was punishment enough. Twin #1 gets a whiff of Geoffrey's pants and gags as he gets up out of his chair and puts on his backpack.


Joey Morelli: We seem to be done here. Great talking with you-


Principal Geoffrey: He's suspended for the rest of the week. He will however be granted a make up test that's different from the one he just took.


Joey Morelli: Fine. See you next week. Just have your secretary send the dry cleaning bill to the house. It's the least I can do. Twin #1..let's go son.


Narrator: Joey and Twin #1 hustle out. They go to the parking lot and Joey hits the button on his keychain to turn off the alarm to the car. Joey helps Twin #1 into the passengers seat then gets in the driver's seat, pushes the ignition button and drives towards home.


Twin #1: Dad? Why didn't you punch ol' Principal Geoffrey in the face back there?


Joey Morelli: As good as it would have felt..he wasn't worth it.


Twin #1: Gee, Dad...I thought you were going to beat him up bad.


Joey Morelli: Nah. What did he really do wrong besides judge you on your appearance? That kind of thing happens every day. The police make judgement calls every day. But as a country we need to sit down and talk to one another.
Find out who's the behind the hoody before we make snap decisions. It was obviously not your hand writing but all he saw was thug. Remember what I told you..you can't fight people in real life like you see me do on tv.


Twin #1: Like that Radu Matei guy I see on television. He's not really a cab driver..right dad?


Joey Morelli: Um. I think you mean Raji Kahn, and he is actually a real cab driver. 


Twin #1: Wow! Two cool jobs at once. A cab driver and a wrestler? Does he own any 7-11's or gas stations?


Joey Morelli: No..see that would be stereotyping. Something all of us need to get away from. Just because he looks a certain way we instantly start thinking he has to be a cab driver or own a convenience store. He's just like everbody..just trying to live the American Dream. Oh..here we go son. We are home.

Narrator: Joey and Twin #1 pull into the driveway of Morelli Compound and out runs the vivacious Candice Morelli wearing a cute little SWAT halter top, matching SWAT women's shorts and Nike Air sandals. She runs over and wraps her arms around Joey then Twin #1.


Candice Morelli: So what happened? I just got back from helping the MaTriX School just opened for Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition and Shrouded Enigma Entertainment students. 


Joey Morelli: That principal at that school isn't much of a "pal" at all. He showed me some answers he said they took out of Twin #1's backpack. Funny thing is neither him or the teacher notice it wasn't in his hand writing.


Candice Morelli: So what's you side of the story, Twin #1?


Twin #1: I was walking to class when my mentally challenged friend Ed Dubin walked by and put the answers in my backpack. I thought about using them but then I remembered how you and dad have taught me not to cheat..that cheaters never prosper.


Candice Morelli: Very good! I'm proud of you.


Joey Morelli: You probably should have just thrown the answers out or brought it to your teacher right away.


Twin #1: I would have but our teacher Mr. Dubin is a big fat geek and doesn't like the way I dress.


Joey Morelli: Easy with the name calling, son.


Twin #1: But, dad? Uncle Narrator does it all the time and he's cool!


Narrator: Aw..sweet kid. I knew he was always my favorite..but shhhhh. Don't tell Twin #2.


Joey Morelli: Unc Narrator is a grown man, he can do and say as he wishes. You are not. You do as I say. 


Twin #1: Okay, dad. But mom you should have seen dad lift Principal Geoffrey up by his shirt collar. It was great.


[Candice glares at Joey.]


Candice Morelli: Oh he did now, did he?


"Wish I could have seen that. That kind of stuff turns me on about Joey. He so damn cute when he's mad that husband of mine.", she thinks to herself.


Twin #1: He did. He made him pee and poop his pants-


Joey Morelli: Ok son. She doesn't need the blow by blow. Go inside and get started on your homework.


Twin #1: But dad...do I have too?


Candice Morelli: No "ifs" "ands" or "buts" about it. Do as your father says. You know better than that. Just like you knew not to cheat.


Twin #1: Because cheaters never prosper. I know, mom, dad already schooled me on that on the way home.


[Twin #1 slaps his dad five then disappears into the house.]


[Candice smiles then shakes her head. She pulls Joey close to her body.]


Candice Morelli: What am I going to do with you? I guess I'll have to give you the "blow by blow", eh?


Joey Morelli: Yousers! I love when you talk Canadian!


Narrator: Both Morelli's laugh and walk into the house holding hands.


[Scene cuts to the shit talk banner and Narrator talking shit.]

Narrator: Even my Client's kid knows the difference between right and wrong, a concept even a grown up asshole such as Radu Matei has yet to conquer. Little, Twin #1, knows that cheating is no way of life. So I ask you Radu..since you wanted this a submission match so bad: what happens if you happen to cheat during the match like you ALWAYS do? Does the title go to my client, Joey Morelli..right there on the spot? It should. You asked for this type of match, and we were quick to take you up on your offer. Shutting you up is almost as good for my client as winning the Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition World Heavyweight Title. 


Almost.


I mean what comes along with being the Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition World Heavyweight Champion? First class on the airplane? Joey already gets that but I could see it being an advantage for you, Radu...you already look like a fucking terrorist. Quicker check ins for a guy who looks like you must be a real treat. Be honest..How many times have you set off the homeland security department alarms just trying to get to a venue? That's what I thought.


Your fascination with bugs though creepy..it won't be a problem for my Client, Joey Morelli, because Joey Morelli fears no bug..not even a smug one such as you Radu.


You had a decent run as Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition World Heavyweight Champion..it's a shame you chose yourself on the date and time when you are going to lose it. Because at Night of Champions, live, July 28th on theXHF Network you will lose and you will be beat on your own terms. I'm sure you can live with that. Reality is...even if you can't...nobody is going to lose any sleep if you "disappear". Infact a celebration would probably be given if you decided your own demise..truth hurts..doesn't it Mr. Matei?


You can bellow until you're blue in the face about how my client "needs" to have me speak for him. It doesn't make him..or should I say us, any less affective though, does it Radu? What do you know about "submission wrestling" anyway? Do they even have such a thing where you come from? Or have you dug yourself into one of those little tiny spider holes your kind likes to hide in? We are going to find out aren't we?


Don't you get it Radu? My client, Joey Morelli is a hero, he's the good guy. Spoiler Alert: The good guy always prevails in the end. I know you aren't accustomed to that champ. No..no..no..you are used to the days of Joseph Stalin or the reign of terror from the likes of Lenin, Saddam Hussein, or even Bin Laden himself, aren't you Radu? 


Didn't you get the memo? The war against terrorism is over! Yeah, right. That will be the day. Not as long as we got creepy crawlers like Radu Matei around spinning his evil web. His kind will never learn that the good guy always wins. The American hero will never die or be phased out. Hell we have a country of billions believing in saying your prayers, training and eating your spinach is all you need to live the American Dream.


Jealousy. White hot jealousy is what makes this Radu Matei tick. Ticking like a terrorist time bomb but he ticks none the less. It's as much in his DNA as driving a taxi cab or owning a gas station to be honest. 


The bugs? I guess we play the role of Billy The Exterminator. Who's that you ask with that stupid fucking smug look on your face? Google it!


Ladies and gentlemen..this one was over before it started. It was over the day Radu Matei decided to name my client as his opponent for Night of Champions. Good luck with that shit...


You're going to need a bigger boat!


Chianti...we won't fuck you in the drive-thru but we will gladly take that World Heavyweight Title off your hands!


As for the Morelli's? What is there left say?


Today was good day!

[deavenbennett]

**** Earlier today****

Katie Moss catches Deaven Bennett as he enters the arena. Thee look on his face tells you the story of how pisses off he is at everything that has happen so far since he has walked threw the doors and became a member of SWAT. With an annoyed expression on his face and a fake smile, Deaven stops to talk to Moss

Deaven: Miss Moss, oh how can I make your job seem meaningful around here today? What load questions do you have for me, to try and gain some insight to the world of the measuring stick of professional wrestling? Matter fact before you open your stupid, unimportant, was of space, to pretty to be on cable access tv, but yet not pretty enough nor talented enough to be a real moviestar or be in tv shows like me... I'll just tell you whats on my mind that way I don't have to listen to you speak.

Deaven takes the microphone from Katie Moss and then takes a few steps to the side so the camera has to move over and cut her out of the picture. Katie, rolling her eyes just stands there with her hands on her hips.

Deaven: What does the best in the world Deaven Bennett have to say? The world wants to know how I feel? I'll make is short, simple, and very clear. You see I don't have to go on twitter, facebook, instragram, farms only, eharmony, or any other stupid social media to cry and boohoo my way to matches and victories. I don't need for SWAT to send out corporate emails, begging to "please let me win" like what happen with Daniel Collins.

Deaven reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper and unfolds it with a smirk on his face

Deaven: Then I don't need for people like Jeremy Tucker to try and cover up and hype my matches, and I quote. "Jeremy Tucker : All that and much more coming your way tonight, we will hear from a few of our superstars and then get right into in ring action with a rematch from last show, pitting Daniel Collins against Deaven Bennett once more, Collins got the job done like the professional he is but Bennet has his chance at redemption tonight."

Deaven tosses wads up the paper and holds it in his hand.

Deaven: Now, Mr Jeremy Tucker, believe me when i say this. When I am out kicking the ass of Collins, I will and make no mistakes about it. It won't be unintentionally, or an accident, or miss step. While I am beating the "professionalism" out of Collins, at some point during my match tonight, I will come over to the announcers table, and straight up bitch slap your ass for even opening your mouth to further bury the point that the only way Collins beat me, was because your stupid company begged me to let him win to help him with some comeback. Now let tonight be a lesson for all the SWAT "talent", there is no more Mr. nice Deaven Bennett, there is only tell it like it is, beat your ass and not even think twice about it Deaven Bennett now.

Deaven drops the mic on the ground and looks it before stomping on it causing feedback. The he walks pasted Katie Moss and throws the crumbled up paper in her face before leaving.

[averymccullen]

Act 1: Revenge is mine!


The people who influenced me most were the people who said I would never make it. They gave me a thirst for revenge.
Colin Mochrie



A Few Hours After Battleground 14


The scene opens on the backstage area of the arena n Blackpool England. The show had already ended, and the stage crew was already getting ready for the next move back to the US. Most of the superstars had already left for the night while a few others were getting checked over by the EMT's that had been in the back. The crowds had left long before now, and the parking lot had been emptied except for the big trucks that still sat in the underground parking lot. The smell of the pyro had long since left the main part of the arena, and the music had long since faded away from the arena floor. The smell of the popcorn, and other greasy foods still lingered on the air, as the sound of the stage hands yelling to each other from across the arena floor. As the camera moves up to the upper seats we see a familiar face sitting by themselves. It was Avery McCullen, the new Amazon Champion. She kept playing the match over and over in her head. Lynn had almost kept the title until she had interference. She could have handled the match and Lynn on her own. She had beat Lynn on her own... Didn't she? She sits staring down at what was left of the ring, and sighs. She looks at the title as a shadow appears around her. It was Mike. She smiles softly but doesn't make any eye contact.

Mike: Congrats on the win!

Avery doesn't turn to him, but leans back in the seat and looks down at the title.

Avery: Why did you and Calum interfere?

Mike: You needed help.

Avery: Really?

Mike: Yeah. Lynn was putting you through hell and back, and...

Avery holds up her hand, and gets to her feet.

Avery: I could have handled it on my own. It's not the first time that I've been against the odds and over came it. I was starting to turn it around until Calum came out to ask a dumb ass question.

Mike: I didn't tell him to do that. I was coming out to make sure you didn't get hurt!

Avery: I was fine! I had Lynn right where I wanted her. I was ready to finish her off until you to came out and caused a distraction. 

Mike: I'm sorry Avery, I didn't think it would...

Avery: Matter? I wanted to beat her on my own and show the rest of the Amazon's backstage that I'm not a fraud and that I could do it on my own. Linda cost me my first chance, and I've been screwed over more times than I can count until now! And you two still managed to screw it up!

Avery moves past Mike and runs down the stairs, toward the arena floor. She heads back through the backstage entrance way, and toward the locker rooms as the scene fades to black.

The Night of Good Friends Better Enemies

The scene opens on the arena in Boston. It was already full of life, and fans were in line waiting on autographs from the superstars and Amazons that had booths set up for the day.  The smells of fried foods, and pop corn fill the air, as the sound of cheers and laughter is heard out in the massive lobby. The arena was still being put together, for the evening, with the last few things were now in the process. The camera moves to the backstage area where we see Avery walking along the hallway with the Amazon Title hanging over her shoulder. As she rounds the corner, she runs into Glamorous Glenda. She smiles as Avery does the same.

GG:Just the woman that I wanted to see.

Avery: Really?

GG: Yes. I wanted to get a few words about your match later tonight.

Avery: Sure thing.

GG: First off congratulations on getting the Amazon title.

Avery: Thank you.

GG: Now Linda has said a few things about you and your win over Lynn Brewster.

Avery looks down at the floor and nods.

Avery: I know, I saw it. And I have to admit she's right. I wanted to get the win on my own, and I could have. But my husband's pathetic partner decided to come out and make a fool out of himself and use it to distract Lynn. I wasn't happy with how I won that night, knowing how hard I had trained to be ready for anything that she could throw at me.

GG: If they hadn't distracted Lynn do you think you could have won it on your own?

Avery: Yes. I'm not going to have any help in this match, and I am going to beat Linda on my own terms tonight. Linda and I have been going at each other for a while now, and I plan on ending it all here tonight with her. I know she's going to come at me with everything that she has, but I'm going to do whatever it takes to put her down and in her place once again. I'm not afraid of her or what she can do in the ring. I've seen what she can do in the ring, and I'll use every chance I can to stop her.

GG: I have no doubt that you will.

Avery: Linda thinks she already has the match and my title in hand, but it's not going to be that easy. I'm going to put her through hell and back, and drag her sorry ass through the streets and make her wish she was dead. Like I said she was right on one thing, but that's it. I'm going into the match with one thing on my mind and that is keeping my title and kicking her ass all over the ring.

GG: Those are some strong words.

Avery: Damn right they are.  I'm don't like to deal with matches with words though. I would rather get into the ring and rip my opponent apart and that is what I am planning to do. Now if that's everything, I have to get ready for my match.

GG: Of course. Good luck tonight.

Avery smirks.

Avery: I don't need luck, but Linda will and it's already run out. See you soon Linda and good luck... You're going to need it!

Avery walks away leaving Glenda alone as the scene fades to black.

[edwarddubin0604]

(Team Fairtex is in the locker room wearing their wrestling gear and finished warming up. Tong sees his brother Phantam opening up a box and goes over to look a what it is.)

Tong Fairtex: "What the hell is that thing."

Phantam Fairtex: "It's one of Valentine's bow ties....."

(Tong slaps his head and shakes it groaning.)

Tong Fairtex: "A bow tie? What the hell do you need with a bow tie."

Phantam Fairtex: "Hell did you hear what he said on Suit's Suite about it being able to give you orgasms. You can actually put it to the test to see if it's true."

Tong Fairtex: "From the guy who was supposed to be the smart one. Come on Phantam that was a con and you know it."

(Phantam looks upset.)

Phantam Fairtex: "What do you mean a con. He practically autographed the bow tie and even Cobryn did the same and that's rare for a fashion merchandiser to do."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah and you putting it on is like modelling something tacky. Besides, I don't wear this garbage Phantam and I never will wear it."

Phantam Fairtex: "Well when me and Kim have dinner I'm going to show it off to her."

(Tong smirks shaking his head.)

Tong Fairtex: "Just be sure she's in a good mood after what happened between her and Lynn Brewster. She's going to want to kill someone or something and that bow tie will be number one on her hit list."

Phantam Fairtex: "Come on give it a chance and it will go ever with her."

Tong Fairtex: "Does that mean I can make funeral arrangements for that bow tie."

Phantam Fairtex: "That's not going to happen anytime soon."

Tong Fairtex: "Okay let's show her what it looks like and we'll see if Kim's merciful enough not to put it out of it's misery."

(Phantam's about to say something but Tong cuts him off.)

Tong Fairtex: "Anyway let's not forget about our three way tag team match with 'The Stylistics,' ourselves and Strike Force."

Phantam Fairtex: "Who claim to come from that place that shall not be mentioned."

Tong Fairtex: "Yes tonight we seek redemption against Strike Force who defeated us and we've waited quite a while for this rematch and finally we get a chance at a rematch. Two teams that have wrestling in their blood and can put on quite a match for the great SWAT fans in Boston or anywhere else in the USA or the rest of the world."

Phantam Fairtex: "Who shall get a great match tonight from some of the greatest athletes in the ring today from some of the great veterans from the past like 'The Stylistics.'"

(Tong clears his throat and looks dubiously at his brother.)

Phantam Fairtex: "What?!"

Tong Fairtex: "Why did you mention past when you mentioned 'The Stylistics.'"

Phantam Fairtex: "Okay my mistake."

Tong Fairtex: "Jonnie Valentine and Cobryn still have plenty of moves left in them. They're excellent veterans and they know the ring quite well and can tag in and out when they have too. Tonight is going to be a three way battle between us and them and we're going to be making sure everyone knows Team Fairtex is still in the mix for those tag team titles."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah sooner or later we're going to get a shot and when we do we're going to take the opportunity and we're going to be SWAT World Tag Team Champions."

Tong Fairtex: "It's all going to start tonight."

Phantam Fairtex: "Against two other teams in a three way."

Tong Fairtex: "Now there's a couple of things we found quite unpleasant."

Phantam Fairtex: "Like Deavan Bennett's bad ass attitude towards one Katie Moss. You see Deavan you can testify....."

(He imitates D-Von Dudley.)

Phantam Fairtex: "TESTIFY!"

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah tough guy throw a piece of paper into Katie's face makes you a big man doesn't it. Well Deavan you better hope you don't run into us or we'll both throw something harder into your face....."

(Team Fairtex each holds a fist up.)

Phantam Fairtex: "Like our fists in double F's."

Tong Fairtex: "Even worse if our wives caught you doing it they'll make you suffer worse and then some."

(Phantam holds the bow tie up.)

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah they can also kidnap you and work you over real good and we don't mean in the pleasant way either."

Tong Fairtex: "We mean the very brutal way like if you didn't pay a debt off."

Phantam Fairtex: "Plus they could even make you wear this bow tie and force you to say something nice like an endorsement of how great it makes you feel to be sexy if you know what that means."

Tong Fairtex: "So take our advice Bennett and apologize to Katie while you still remain healthy."

Phantam Fairtex: "Not to mention you prevent yourself from being embarrassed when you go out in public and you're mistaken for that bow tie guy."

Tong Fairtex: "Now once again it's come to our attention that a certain individuals name keeps coming up from out of an underserving contenders mouth and claims he likes to frame his lying brats. Hell he likes to throw his weight around the school too thinking he's so important that he can get his brats off the hook every time they do something wrong."

Phantam Fairtex: "First they claim one thing and then claim another thing. Next thing you'll know they'll claim he's that guy in those Liberty Mutual Insurance ads or worse Limu Emu in those very same ads. Yeah believe your kids over the truth and when they really do something bad let's see you really get in trouble bailing them out of something really serous and scandalous."

Tong Fairtex: "He's a mobster and he can do whatever he wants and get away with it. Hope you actually succeed without needing an exterminator at Night of Champions or you'll need to really imbibe your cheap wine and spirits line to get over the shame and embarrassment of losing."

Phantam Fairtex: "Loser with a capitol LOSER!"

Tong Fairtex: "Now some final words about our three way match. We're going to be going into this match aggressive and there's no way we're going to be stopped. We're the Team of the Future and we're going to start by proving it tonight. 'Stylistics' you're good and we've seen you in the two matches you had and you can be formidable once you've completely gelled. Strike Force we know you already and you're one and one in your return but believe me we're back and better than ever and we're the best their is, was and be forever. Anyone doesn't like that they're not excellent. Let's go bro."

Phantam Fairtex: "That's right even you Bro Code."

Tong Fairtex: "Good you mentioned them. Now let's go Bruh."

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

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker:: Here we go!

Andrew Fulton: No!! Dammit No!! I hate Henry Brown.

Jeremy Tucker:: Shouldn’t you call him Hells Bouncer?

Andrew Fulton: When he’s earned the right back I will. Until then its Henry.

Jeremy Tucker:: Well it might be awhile before we see one of those, or are you afraid that you might lose your lunch?

Andrew Fulton: I don't know if we'll be seeing one of those matches again anytime soon, or if Jeremy here will seeing green by the time the night is out tonight!

Jeremy seems to ignore Fulton’s comment.

Jeremy Tucker: Here we go!

The bell sounds, and both men circle each other, then at look at their respective footwear (steel toe boots).

Andrew Fulton: I have no idea what this is about. I do know this match is gonna be... interesting, to say the least.

Henry Brown charges at Jeffrey, and leaps in the air, looking to hit a straight front kick to the face. Jeffrey ducks it though, and as Jeffrey turns around, Jeffrey hits a boot to the gut, sending Jeffrey to one knee. Henry then tries his hand at kicking to the face, but Henry avoids it by rolling forward under Jeffrey’s boot to his feet. He then turns around, and the two combatants are face to face once again. They come to the center of the ring, but this time lock up. Jeffrey begins to push Henry back, using his size advantage, but Henry stomps on Jeffrey’s foot, and Jeffrey releases his grip and begins hopping on one foot, holding the injured one. The crowd laughs at Jeffrey, and then he looks at Henry. Jeffrey then realizes the place he’s put himself into, and Henry wallops him with a lariat! The crowd boos, but about 30% are booing as Jeffrey is laying into Henry, then Jeffrey as he goes for the cover…..

1…….

2…..

Kickout!

Henry stays on top of Jeffrey and hits several right hands, then gets to his feet and hits a perfectly placed kick that causes Jeffrey to fall back, and Henry follows through and lands a few stiff blows to the head, and then a solid kick to the midsection. Henry goes for a well placed kick, and then picks Jeffrey up, and lifts Jeffrey up, then slams him down onto the mat, and the crowd, who is now on Henry’s side. Henry gets on top of Jeffrey and hits a few blows and then goes for the pin…

1…….

2…….

3..

Kickout!

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

1…….

2…….

Kickout!!

Jeremy Tucker:: Jeez what a shot! The special footwear is already taking its toll.

Andrew Fulton: Would you get over the footwear thing. Why do you keep going on about it?

Jeffrey rolls to his stomach, trying to get his bearings. Henry helps him to his feet by pulling Jeffrey up by the hair, and Irish whips him off the ropes. Henry goes for a clothesline, but Jeffrey ducks it, then leaps backwards, and hits a Pele!! A small portion of the crowd roars in unison with the booes as Henry falls to one knee, feeling the effects of the steel toes himself. Jeffrey gets to his feet and then falls back into the ropes. They hold him up, and then walks forward, trying to see through the blood in his eyes and the cobwebs in his head. Henry goes for a right hand, but Jeffrey blocks it then lands a right of his own. He goes to Irish whip but its reversed and Jeffrey goes for a right hand, but Jeffrey blocks it and then lands a right of his own. He goes to Irish whip Henry off the ropes but Henry reverses and Jeffrey then goes a double reverse and as Henry hits the ropes, Jeffrey nails a clothesline, sending both men over the top rope to the floor.

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

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

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

Andrew Fulton: Oh my god!.....

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

1…….

2…….

Kickout!!

The crowd can’t believe it as Henry looks at the referee enraged, who tells him it was only two. Henry then wipes some blood from his face and gets to his feet. He goes and picks up the steel chair, but as he turn around, he gets a cinderblock in the ribs! the crowd boos as Jeffrey falls to his butt while holding the block, and Henry then charges and nails a steel toes boot to the face. Henry’s head violently bounces as he hits back he hits the canvas. Jeffrey goes for the cover…..

1…….

2….

Shoulder Up!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker:: Good lord, what a shot that was. These two are killing each other, all to prove themselves here.

Andrew Fulton: The blood is a bit……

Jeremy Tucker:: Do you need the wastepail? l

Andrew Fulton: Not yet but don’t go too far.

Jeffrey rolls around and then he gets to his hands and knees, but falls down to his gut because he’s still on dream street. Henry picks him up, then hoists Jeffrey up on his shoulders, and it looks like he’s going for a shoulder slam. However Jeffrey manages a shot to the forehead out of desperation though, then another, and a third dazes Henry. Jeffrey is able to leap off Henry’s shoulders, then hits a boot to the gut. Henry doubled over but doesn’t have a chance to fall to the mat because Jeffrey gets him in a double underhook. However Henry is able get it turn it around and hits Jeffrey with a solid Hells Powerbomb and then what…..

Jeremy Tucker:: He got it.! Henry Brown has returned SWAT and…..

Andrew Fulton: Um I hate to burst this bubble of yours but….

The referee is saying no, Jeffrey had the shoulder up. Henry is wondering what he must do to win.

Jeffrey is up, but the blood loss is not helping anything at all, and when he sits up, he nearly passes out. But he begins crawling towards Henry, which after about 10 seconds he makes it to Henry Brown and drapes an arm over him…..

1…….

2…Jeffrey swings his momentum, Gytriek reverses it into a DDT!! The crowd boos loudly as both men are now down.

Henry is actually the first to stir. He rolls to his stomach and gets to his knees, thinking about going for a cover. However he needs to make sure he gets this win, and he goes up on the nearest turnbuckle and goes for a suicide dive….and nails it! Henry Brown hooks the leg!

1…….

2……

3!!!!

Jeremy Tucker:: He did it! I think Hells Bouncer is back and I dare anyone with a vengenance to step in the ring with him.

Andrew Fulton: I know I don’t want to. We'll be right back!

[SWAT Team]

Paul Blair: Paul Blair hotline. For just $1.49 a minute I'll give you the latest on what's happening right here at ringside for Battleground #15: Good Friends..Better Enemies!


[There is a pause then Joe Pesci's voice can be heard on Blair's phone. The scene cuts back and forth between Blair at ringside and Pesci in his office in the arena.]


Joe Pesci: Ok..ok..ok..ok..hey Paulie? How do you like your front row seats?


Paul Blair: Great. Slight over sight with the booking though, huh? No #BroCode on the card?


Joe Pesci: With Jimmy Blast still out and Israel Steele just winning the Shrouded Enigma Entertainment Adhesions Title and you just defending the Shrouded Enigma Entertainment Translucent Title I thought-


Paul Blair: You mean Adrenaline and Transylvanian Titles?


Joe Pesci: Yeah, that's what I said. Plus you twos have a Carnival Title Match-


Paul Blair: Cartel Tag Titles?


Joe Pesci: Yeah those at the next Shrouded Enigma Entertainment show, I figured I'd give you a paid day off. But I actually have something I think you are going to like.


Paul Blair: I can have Earl and Elmo sell popcorn. That's not really my style. 


Joe Pesci: I was thinking more like you refereeing a match for us tonight.


Paul Blair: Hmm..which matdh?


Joe Pesci: Calum Morgan versus Michael Maddox!


Paul Blair: Morgan? Sure. Why not? I can be impartial as ANYBODY ,  right?


Joe Pesci: Thanks, Paulie. I figured you'd do it. 


Paul Blair: No problem. Glad to stick it to Morgan..I mean be a impartial ref for such a big matcb!


Joe Pesci: And Paulie? Don't let them fuck you at the concession stands!


Paul Blair: No chance, Boss. I got Earl and Elmo so that's not a issue. I'll be watching the show if you need me for anything else.


Joe Pesci: Thanks, big guy!


[Pesci hangs up and Blair goes back to answering the Blair Hotline.]


Paul Blair: Paul Blair Hotline..I've got all the inside SWAT information for $1.49 a minute!


Jeremy Tucker: Blair is the referee for Morgan versus Michael Maddox later tonight?


Andrew Fulton: Brilliant move by Pesci!


Jeremy Tucker: I don't know about that. Blair and Morgan can't stand each other. We will see how impartial he can really be. We'll be right back folks!


Paul Blair: Paul Blair Hotline..I've got all the inside SWAT information for $1.49 a minute!


[Scene fades to a Suzi Spitz Dr. Pepper commercial.]

I'm a Pepper..Suzi's a Pepper..Wouldn't you like to be a Pepper too?

[King Syberus]

[The camera opens on a brick wall, we can just hear the faint voice of Syberus in the background, seemingly out of breath, but getting ever closer.]


Syberus: oh shit... oh shit... oh bollocks...


[He finally appears in front of the camera and does a dead stop. Red and sweating he takes a second to lean on his thighs and take several deep breaths.]



Syberus: Ahhhhh God...


[Syberus wears a white Pure Confidence 1981 t-shirt which was a mistake because now it's basically see through with sweat.]


Syberus: So... man... whooo… little late there sorry.


You know when you mean to do something and you just... don't? But now I'm here. Here in SWAT. Possibly the greatest wrestling promotion there ever was.


And in my first match, I have to wrestle two guys who've been around the block. Two guys who knows what it's like to get knocked down. Get back up. Fight until you've got no more fight left in ya.


These are two guys that mean business. That aren't gonna give me a damn thing. That aren't gonna stop coming at me no matter what I throw at them. One of these guys is a tough-as-nails S.O.B. that don't take no shit. The other? Boy, howdy. Let me tell you.

So this match? I'm not taking any chances. I know-

[Syberus takes a second to uncap a bottle of water and tip its entire contents over his face. Some of it strays into his mouth.]

Syberus: I know I'm in for the fight of my life tonight. But as GOD AS MY WITNESS. I won't let these two guys, and they know who they are, run roughshod over the great Syberus. 

TONIGHT

I make my return to the ring for the first time in what, a decade? Maybe two? And who's to say what's changed since then? Maybe I've slowed down. Maybe I don't have the brain for it anymore. Maybe I forgot the name of several rudimentary wrestling moves when putting my list together. WHO CARES.

The important thing is, I'm HERE.

And you two. Those two guys I'm on a collision course with?

That sucks for you.

[Cut.]

Syberus *in the black*: I'm in a triple threat, right?

[SWAT Team]

(The show returns after commercials for the latest movies, sports updates, newscast previews along with Syberus doing a Vanilla Coke commercial and Rajiv Khan in a Lyft commercial as the scene fades to the arena and then to ringside where ringsiders hold signs saying "The Great Soberus!," "Give us a Lyft Rajiv!" and "Softcore Snyder!" before fading to the broadcast table where Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton are sitting wearing headsets.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Welcome back and our next match is a three way between the returning 'The Great' Syberus facing off against Rajiv Khan and newcomer 'The Hardest Kore Wrestler on the planet' Todd Snyder."

Andrew Fulton: "I found some of these signs racist and disgusting."

Jeremy Tucker: "What are you talking about?"

Andrew Fulton: "I'll tell you what I'm talking about. Did you see a couple of those signs 'The Great' Soberus,' 'Softcore Snyder' and 'Give us a Lyft Khan.' those are insults to the wrestlers in this match."

Jeremy Tucker: "You had no trouble with the signs of the other wrestlers on this card.


Andrew Fulton: "Well that's different."

Jeremy Tucker: "How different."

Andrew Fulton: "Syberus is greater than great, Rajiv Khan is an excellent cab driver who's unappreciated and he provides for his family and Todd's well he's Todd."

Jeremy Tucker: "You don't remember Syberus trashed the great SWAT fans in Blackpool, England like a spoiled brat. At least Rajiv Khan's a bit more respectful."

Andrew Fulton: "That's cause Rajiv Khan was late and couldn't say anything."

Jeremy Tucker: "Anyway, getting back to this match. 'The Great' Syberus returns to SWAT after his last appearance in The Adrian Tanner, Jr. Memorial when he defeated Psychotic Goth."

Andrew Fulton: "Tanner was his tag team partner."

Jeremy Tucker: "You can bet that 'Harkcore' Jonnie Valentine is going to want to get his hands on Syberus after what he did to Hardkore World. Speaking of Hardkore World we have newcomer 'The Hardest Kore Wrestler on Planet Earth' Todd Snyder who claims to be the last student in Hardkore
World's wrestling school."

Andrew Fulton: "I know everyone of them on Hardkore World's roster but this guy's obviously is a name dropper."

Jeremy Tucker: "Well we'll see what he's made of when he steps into the ring tonight. Let's talk about Rajiv Khan who came very close to winning last time but he lost."

Andrew Fulton: "Rajiv Khan came awfully close to defeating Psychotic Goth and he almost won last show. Can he defeat Syberus and Todd Snyder since Rajiv Khan can claim he's from Hardkore World too."

Jeremy Tucker: "Nobody seems to take Khan seriously but Rajiv Khan can surprise anyone and everyone on any given night. He'll give anyone a real battle on any given night anywhere in SWAT no matter how tough that opponent is. Rajiv Khan never backs down from that opponent."

Andrew Fulton: "I think it's his night Jeremy and he's going to be a future champion."

Jeremy Tucker: "We'll see Fulton. Right now let's go to the ring for the introductions."

Warren Webber : "This three way match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from New Delhi, India. He comes in at 5'9" and weighs in at 190lbs. Pease welcome Rajiv Khan."

(Nimooba! Nimooba!" plays and the ringsiders cheer but do not see Rajiv Khan but moments later see a yellow cab driving to ringside. He gets out of his cab and heads to the ring wearing baggy Bollywood pants.)

Warren W Webber : "Now introducing from Manchester, England . He comes in at 6’ and weighs in at 232 lbs. He is making his official SWAT return. Please welcome "The Great" Syberus.

["Two Notes Shy Of An Octave" by Red City Radio kicks off and the crowd pops, Syberus doesn't leave them waiting long though and pushes his way out from the curtain. He takes a second to look around at the audience on the stage before pumping his fist in the air with a "YEAH!!" and swaggering his way down to the ring, high fiving a few fans on his way.]


Warren W Webber : Now introducing from Diamond Bar, Ca. He comes in at 6ft. and weighs in at 187lbs. He is making is official SWAT debut. Please welcome 'The Hardest Kore Wrestler on Planet Earth Todd Snyder."

("Witness" by Mindless Self-Indulgence plays and 'The Hardest Kore Wrestler on Planet Earth" Todd Snyder appears a pyros explode. he is wearing powder blue leg length wrestling tights with shooting star designs on the side in silver with a white shoulder singlet worn over the top. His wrists are taped and wears a puroreso style white kick pads with silver cursive T's on the side over his boots. He is followed by his manager Jeeves and as they pass by Rajiv's cab he kicks the tires and holds his nose disdainfully scratching his nails over the cab's paint.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Todd Snyder just committed a cardinal sin in Rajiv Khan's eyes."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah thou shalt not desecrate thy Lyft cab."

Jeremy Tucker: "Rajiv Khan just launched himself over the top ropes and onto Todd Snyder wiping him out just as the bell rings to start the match. Syberus just shakes his head bored as Rajiv Khan just smashed Todd Snyder's head right into the ring post."

Rajiv Khan: "YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO MY CAB YOU RACIST AMERICAN PIG!"

Andrew Fulton: "Rajiv just body slammed Snyder before he mounts and grounds and pounds him hard, he gets up and looks at Jeeves who doesn't move."

Rajiv Khan: "YOU WANT SOME TOO RACIST PIG!"

Andrew Fulton: "No I don't think he does want anything from Khan, but Syberus I think wants some of that action. He comes up from behind and headbutts Khan in the back of the head. He picks up Todd Snyder and headbutts him too before throwing both back into the ring."

Jeremy Tucker: "Syberus starts working on Todd Snyder and the on Rajiv Khan. He whips Snyder into the ropes and dropkicks him and waits for Rajiv to get up and dropkicks him too."

Andrew Fulton: "Syberus is smiling as he poses for the fans who are booing him. He resumes his assault on Snyder by whipping him into the corner and then clotheslines him repeatedly until Snyder slumps down into the corner."

Jeremy Fulton: Syberus opens up a can of whoop ass before delivering a running boot to Rajiv's head and opening up a can of whoop ass on Khan. He leaves the ring and takes someone's soda and drinks it."

Andrew Fulton: "Better not be a Pepsi or else he's broken his contract. Syberus looks under the ring apron and finds a wrench before sliding back into the ring. He better not let Rajiv Khan see that wrench or he's going to be a dead man for sure."

Jeremy Tucker: "That's a regular wrench not a lug or sock wrench. Syberus jams that wrench into Snyder's stomach and throat."

Syberus: "WELCOME TO SWAT VIA HARDKORE WORLD STYLE YOU HARDKOREST WANNABE!"

Jeremy Tucker: "At least Syberus is initiating Todd Snyder."

Andrew Fulton: "Syberus throws him over the top rope but Jeeves catches him and rolls him back into the ring. Syberus uses the wrench and attacks Snyder's legs."

Jeremy Tucker: "Syberus jams that wrench into Rajiv's stomach and into his back. He sets up Khan and suplex's him before he throws Khan out of the ring. He sets his sights on Todd Snyder. He whips him into the ropes and back bodydrops him."

Andrew Fulton: "Rajiv looks under the ring while Syberus continues to work on Todd's back. He whips him into the corner and running knees Snyder hard followed by a running face plant out of the corner Syberus makes the cover for a one count."

Jeremy Tucker: "Snyder headbutts Syberus followed by a jawbreaker, before bounding into the ropes but Rajiv Khan trips him up and pulls him out of the ring. He starts to beat him with a baseball bat."

Rajiv Khan: "YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR TOUCHING AND DAMAGING MY CAB!"

Andrew Fulton: "I guess suing Todd Snyder is out of the question. Syberus leaves the ring and delivers a clubbing double axe handle to Khan's back before throwing him back into the ring. He returns with the baseball bat and smashes Khan in the stomach and jamming the bat into the throat."

Jeremy Tucker: "Jeeves helps Todd Snyder back up and checks if he's okay. Todd nods and Jeeves rolls him back into the ring and sneaks up on Syberus and belly to back suplex's Syberus. He picks up the baseball bat and starts to beat Syberus with it. Rajiv Khan looks like he's ready to kick some ass."

Andrew Fulton: "That's an understatement. Rajiv Khan charges and spears Syberus. Todd sneaks up on Khan and swinging neckbreakers him before making the cover for a close two count. He whips Khan into the ropes and dropkicks Khan before monkey flipping onto him for a two count."

Jeremy Tucker: "Snyder mounts and grounds and pounds Rajiv Khan for the ground and pound Rajiv delivered to him earlier. Khan rolls him over and grounds and pounds Snyder. They roll back and forth brawling until they take it outside the ring continuing to brawl."

Andrew Fulton: "All this over a cab. Rajiv whips Todd into the ring post but Todd rolls out of the way. Rajiv crashes and burns and Todd atomic drops Khan into the ring post."

Jeremy Tucker: "Todd clotheslines Rajiv Khan into the ring post. He whips Khan into the guardrail but Khan back body drops him over the guardrail and Rajiv gets onto the guardrail and jumps off stomping on Todd's stomach."

Andrew Fulton: "Rajiv opens up a can of whoop ass on Todd Snyder and he's still pissed over what he did to his cab. Syberus gains momentum and he flies over the ropes and wipes out Rajiv Khan. Syberus headbutts both Snyder and Khan. Syberus then belly to belly suplex's Snyder and then belly to belly suplex's Khan."

Jeremy Tucker: "Syberus throws Todd back over the guardrail and then throws Rajiv Khan over the security guard railing. He climbs back over the guard railing and looks under the ring apron and finds a chair, he waits and starts beating them both with the chair."

Andrew Fulton: "Syberus throws Todd back into the ring and he returns with the chair. He continues to beat 'The Hardest Kore Wrestler on Planet Earth' with the chair."

Syberus: "HERE'S A LESSON IN REAL HARDKORE WORLD WRESTLING!"

Jeremy Tucker: "Syberus is definitely taking the rookie to school. He whips Snyder into the ropes and spine busters him before going for the cover for a close three count. Syberus whips Todd Snyder into the corner but Snyder catches Syberus with a running lariat out of the corner."

Andrew Fulton: "Todd's putting the boots to Syberus and he looks serious now. He finds that chair and jams it into Syberus' throat and holds it choking him."

Todd Snyder: "LOOK WHO'S REAL HARDKORE WORLD NOW OLD MAN!"

Jeremy Tucker: "Todd just spit in Syberus' face. Rajiv Khan just stormed back into the ring and gores Snyder out of his boots, he goes for the cover.....One....Two....Th...No! Todd barely gets a shoulder up."

Andrew Fulton: "Rajiv puts both the boots to both Syberus and Snyder. He whips Snyder and spears Snyder hard before going for the cover.....One....Two....Thre.....No! Syberus dives onto Rajiv Khan breaking the count.

Jeremy Tucker: "This has been a battle especially between Rajiv Khan and Todd Snyder."

Andrew Fulton: "All that because of a damaged cab and the fare. I hate to ask what would happen if they had a dispute over the tip."

Jeremy Tucker: "Yeah, I hate to ask what would happen in any of those situations. Syberus climbs to the top rope and he waits and missile dropkicks Rajiv Khan. He throws Khan out of the ring and continues to kick Todd in the ribs."

Andrew Fulton: "Let no one say that Syberus has an aggressive side. He whips Todd into the ropes and but Rajiv Khan trips him up and pulls him out of the ring. They resume their brawl over who pays for the damaged cab along with the fare and the tip."

Jeremy Tucker: "Rajiv Khan just smashed Todd Snyder's head into edge of the ring steps. Todd's been cut open and Rajiv just found something sharp to make that cut even worse."

Rajiv Khan: "THAT’S FOR WHAT YOU DID TO MY CAB YOU AMERICAN BITCH!"

Andrew Fulton: "Rajiv's definitely taking his pound of flesh from Todd Snyder."

Jeremy Tucker: "That and then some. Rajiv bear hugs Todd and he rams him repeatedly into the security guard railing. Syberus just shakes his head and bounds into the ropes and flies over suicide splashes both wiping them both out, he goes to work on that cut making it worse. Todd Snyder's debut in SWAT is definitely one that this rookies never going to forget."

Syberus: "YOU'RE HEALTH AND LIFE INSURANCE PAID UP PUNK?"

Andrew Fulton: "Let's hope they are. Todd thinks he's 'The Hardest Kore Wrestler on the Planet' Well Syberus seems to believe otherwise. Once again Syberus continues to kick and stomp those ribs of Todd Snyder."

Jeremy Tucker: "Rajiv Khan waits and slingshots back into the ring clothes lining Syberus into the corner head first. He lion saults off the ropes and onto Todd Snyder and makes the cover hooking the legs.....One.....Two....thr....No! Snyder gets a shoulder up."

Andrew Fulton: "Rajiv smashes Syberus' head into the turnbuckle repeatedly before returning to Todd Snyder and grabbing his legs and cinching in a lion tamer and he has it in deep and tight in the middle of the ring. Todd's in pain screaming and struggling to get to the ropes. He slowly makes his way to the ropes and stretches and moves towards the ropes until he barely grabs them. The referee counts as Rajiv milks the count and releases the hold. Khan gets into the referee's face to show his displeasure."

Jeremy Tucker: "Rajiv takes it out on both Syberus and Todd Snyder, Khan's really steamed and the ringsiders love it as he's taking it out on both Snyder and Syberus, he is really out to deal out the punishment and pain."

Rajiv Khan: "I'M THE BETER WRESTLER AND NOT YOU TWO ASSHOLES!"

Andrew Fulton: "So far he's holding his own. Someone better pay him for the damaged cab, fare and give him a really big tip when this match is over. He sets Todd up and executes The Three Amigos before rolling over and double underhooking the leg......One....Two.....Thre....No! Syberus breaks the count."

Jeremy Tucker: "Syberus piledrives Todd and then he looks around and then sets him up and bucklebombs him into the corner before he DDT's him. He throws Todd out of the ring unceremoniously and makes a hand gesture shouting he's done for the night. Syberus tosses Rajiv out of the ring and...No! Rajiv hangs onto the ropes and skins the cat back into the ring. Syberus charges but Khan back bodydrops him out of the ring and onto the concrete floor."

Andrew Fulton: "Rajiv sommersault springboard moonsaults onto Syberus. He roars and he beats his chest...."

Rajiv Khan: "HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW!"

Jeremy Tucker: "Rajiv and Syberus are exchanging punches and both are tired but still remain standing and continuing to throw their hands. Syberus surprises Khan with a stiff chop and Rajiv answers with a chop of his own. Now both are exchanging stiff shops to the chest and throat."

Andrew Fulton: "Rajiv Khan's surprising everyone tonight. Syberus and Rajiv Khan continue to exchange punches and chops as if they want to see who's going to fall down first. Looks like they don't plan on doing that anytime soon as they continue to chop and punch away at each other. Syberus surprises Rajiv Khan with a DDT and rolls him back into the ring while he looks smugly at Todd Snyder and Jeeves spitting at both of them. He returns to the ring and he lunges onto Khan and double underhods the legs....One....Two.....Thre.....NO! Khan gets an arm up."

Jeremy Tucker: "So far Khan's been in this match since the beginning of this match and he's determined to win this match. Syberus is upset at the referee over the count."

Syberus: "COME ON REF THAT WAS A BLOODY THREE COUNT YOU BLOODY WANKER!"

Andrew Fulton: "That's telling it like it is Syberus. You show that clueless referee who's the smarter one in the ring."

Jeremy Tucker: "Syberus signals the end and he positions Rajiv but he counters with a backbody drop and suddenly something catches his attention....Wait Todd Snyder and Jeeves just went after Rajiv Khan's Lyft cab."

Andrew Fulton: "Oh those two are going to be roadkill now."

Jeremy Tucker: "I'm not going to be surprised if that happens. However, he's not concentrating on Syberus who's back to his feet and he nails Rajiv with the PURE CONFIDENCE!!! Syb rolls Khan up.....One....Two....Three."

Frank Salazar: "Your winner at 15minutes 'The Great' Syberus."

Jeremy Tucker: "The ringsiders boo Syberus but they start cheering after he parades around celebrating as Rajiv comes back too and storms towards his cab and Todd Snyder and Jeeves start retreating and they are running as Rajiv gets into his cab and starts roaring the motor."

Andrew Fulton: "Wouldn't you if your Lyft cab was just ruined by two vandalizing losers. Rajiv burns rubber and he screeches from ringside and I mean he's burning serious rubber."

Jeremy Tucker: "If Snyder and Jeeves didn't experience road rage in their lives. They're about to experience it SWAT and Hardkore World style compliments of Rajiv Khan after being chased around by a very angry Rajiv Khan. Coming up is more SWAT action but right now we have to take a short break but we'll return with more action after a word from our sponsors."

(They fade to commercials.)

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome back folks, coming up next, we have some tag team action!

Andrew Fulton : Chianti in the house!

Jeremy Tucker : Not today Fulton, Strike Force Vs Team Fairtex Vs. The Stylistics!

Andrew Fulton : I can dig it! Three great SWAT Teams about to hook it up! All three must be a big chance come the Tribute show at the new STAW Tag Team Titles up for grabs, and this match will provide some big bragging rights.

Jeremy Tucker : Franks indisposed of after Suzi Spitz assaulted him for no reason what so ever with a steel chair earlier, and all three teams are waiting in the ring and referee Joe Davola calls for the bell and this one is under way. Shane Sky and Tong Fairtex starting it out, Tong using his experience and nailing some thigh kicks, then a textbook suplex.

Andrew Fulton : Tong tags in his twin Phantam and they double chop Sky. Phantam then with a Japanese armdrag into a lightning step over arm lock.

Jeremy Tucker : Phantam hits a Russian leg sweep then is clobbered by the other half of Strike Force Nick Roth who has bum rushed the ring and double ax handles Phantom.

Andrew Fulton : Tong runs in and he is double hip tossed by Strike Force.

Jeremy Tucker : Pretty Over Jonnie Valentine is on the apron and telling Cobryn, check this out, and applauding Strike Force, but Cobryn couldn’t give two stuffs and he fiddles with his bow tie in frustration.

Andrew Fulton : Ref Davola ushers Nick Roth out of the ring and Jonnie reaches in and tags himself into the action, and Shane Sky has to leave also.

Jeremy Tucker : Jonnie over the ropes into a sunset flip on Phantam ... Davola drops for the count ....

One .....

Two ...

Kick out by Fairtex.

Andrew Fulton : Jonnie with a kneedrop to the back of Phantam’s elbow.

Jeremy Tucker : What did you think of Valentines appearance on Suits Suite Fulton?

Andrew Fulton : I thought he was full of it. So polite and really, all he cares about is selling them damn bow ties.

Jeremy Tucker : I am thinking i will get one. Jonnie with an arm drag and then cartwheels and flex poses the biceps.

Andrew Fulton : Jonnie whips Phantom to the ropes and then high back body drops him,

Jeremy Tucker : Jonnie turns around and is met by a springboard cross body from Nick Roth who had blind tagged in.

Andrew Fulton : Roth with a back hand chop. Roth with another chop, but Jonnie catches it and blocks it and then locks in a bear hug.

Jeremy Tucker : Valentine is reefing in that bear hug, and right about now, Nick Roth has got to be asking himself, why doesn’t he have a Stylish Bow Tie like the Stylistics wear.

Andrew Fulton : He is far from asking himself that. Jonnie continues to squeeze on the bear hug and Tong and Phantam both run in and break the bear hug with a double clothesline, levelling both Valentine and Roth!

Jeremy Tucker : The Fairtexes claim Valentine to be one of their mentors, and preach of the respect they have for him from their father Shootfighter, but once that bell rings, it’s all go for these two animals!

Andrew Fulton : Jonnie rolls out of the ring and both Tong and Phantam follow him and both pick him up and go to put him thru our table ... look out Jerry!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : NO! Cobryn from the apron makes the save launching at them both.

Andrew Fulton : Cobryn is the true Stylist in the Stylistics.

Jeremy Tucker : Are you kidding, Jonnie is doing ALL the work, Cobryn I am surprised even bothered to help him then.

Andrew Fulton : All four men are in a heap and the ref begins the count. 1 ............ 2 .................

Jeremy Tucker : Tong gets to his feet as does Jonnie and they begin exchanging hard left hands. Phantam is grabbed by Cobryn and Irish whipped hard into the safety rail ............ 3 ................. 4 ..........

Andrew Fulton : Roth back to his feet and he is watching them battle it out and decides to catch his breath, smart move by Strike Force. Let them kill each other then finish them off ............ 5 ................ 6 ............

Jeremy Tucker : Jonnie with Tong and executes a Blue Thunder Bomb! (back suplex into a tiger bomb.)

Andrew Fulton : Phantam rushes Cobryn and Lou Thesz presses him, and ground and pounds him ........... 7 .................... 8 ..............

Jeremy Tucker : Jonnie grabs Phantam and delivers a over the shoulder backbreaker, flipped down into a double knee to the face! ........ 9 .................... Jonnie slides back to the ring ... NO!!! Tong grabs him by the foot ....... TEN!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Davola has counted out The Stylistics! AND TEAM FAIRTEX!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Tong realises what has happened and snaps and starts wailing away with rights and lefts on Jonnie, Jonnie fights back and they start brawling to the back. Cobryn looks on at them with disdain and then Phantam runs at him and they too start brawling to the back. STRIKE FORCE HAS WON IT!!

Andrew Fulton : By count out! But, a win is a win!

["Stand Tall" by CFO$ hits and referee Joe Davola raises the hands of Strike Force in victory as they celebrate in the ring, The Stylistics and Team Fairtex disappearing behind the curtain duking it out.]

[SWAT Team]

[We switch to the back where we see inside the office of Joe Pesci. He is sitting across the desk from a man, who appears to be a doctor of some kind.]

Joe Pesci : So this here contract, Dr Booker, it releases her from your hospital for our matches?

Dr. Remington Booker : Yes Sir. That is correct. We escort her to and from your arena’s. Whatever happens inbetween, we are not responsible for, as is clearly stated in section 3.5 of the contract here.

Joe Pesci : Yeah yeah.

Dr. Remington Booker : No, you must understand, she is a very dangerous and deranged individual. She has ...

Joe Pesci : I get it, the bird is bat shit crazy.

Dr. Remington Booker : In medical terms, Yes, and then some.

Joe Pesci : I am more than happy with this agreement; we at SWAT are thrilled to add Tabitha to our roster, and just as pleased to be doing business with yourself.

[Pesci signs the contract.]

Dr. Remington Booker : This is going to be very beneficial to both parties, i must again, in full disclosure warn you, she is very unpredictable, and when she is in the ring, we are in no way responsible for her actions.

Joe Pesci : Of course not.

Dr. Remington Booker : Then, this looks good to me also.

[Booker signs the contract. In his greedy mind rubbing his hands together.]

Joe Pesci : Pleasure doing business with you, if only all my dealings were so.

[Dr Booker rises and shakes Pesci’s hand, then exits the office and Joe looks into the camera.]

Joe Pesci : Ok. Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok. We have just signed a 100% bonafide whacko. And i know just what to do with her, first. Deaven Bennet claims we were behind his loss to Collins, well, i will be behind his next loss, he can get in the ring with the wacko wench Tabitha, and she can rip him to pieces, and he can know i am responsible, merely by booking the match.

Tabitha, welcome to SWAT.

Bennett. Forget about blaming us, and pick up your fucking game!

[Fade]