Battleground #15 : Good Friends Better Enemies (Show)

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome back fans, and now we are set for the Blaze Freya hooking it up with Marie Caedes in this non title match.

Andrew Fulton : My fav part of the night! Go BLAZE!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Marie went to Pesci seeking a shot at the Pan Am belt, and Pesci in his way has given her this chance to get a shot, so, she has to beat the champ for a shot at the belt.

Andrew Fulton : She is dreaming is she thinks she can beat Blaze, let alone get her belt.

[The arena darkens and fans erupt into loud cheers as “Collapsing” by Demon Hunter blasts through the speakers. Red, pink and purple lights flicker on and off in rapid succession creating a beautiful strobe effect over the stage as none other than The Blackpool Bombshell herself, Blaze Freya comes out from behind the curtain, walking backwards onto the stage with a charismatic strut. Her black hood covers her lowered head until she spins around triggering the lights to brighten to reveal her gorgeous face as she removes the hood, headbanging with the fans a bit. She nods in approval hearing the roar of the crowd, feeding off of their excitement then rolls her shoulders a few times, sprinting down the ramp and sliding into the center of the ring, humping it briefly. Blaze then leans back on her knees running her fingers through her long black hair, flirtatiously winking at the nearest camera before standing up to her feet and walking back to her corner to await her opponent with a determined look on her face.]

Jeremy Tucker : The champ looks great tonight, she is ready for this one!

Andrew Fulton : She looks great EVERY NIGHT Jerry!

["(Amen) It’ Saturday Night starts as the arena is plunged into darkness. Pink and white sparks start falling from the entrance and a shadow appears. As the lights come up Marie Caedes is standing there, arms outstretched for a moment then almost skips to the ring, ignoring the fans as she goes around the ring. She slides into the ring as the chorus starts. She jumps up on the middle turnbuckle and throws her arms up wide for a couple moments then jumps down and removes her overcoat and seems to test the ropes as she eyes her opponent.]

Jeremy Tucker : Ref Joe Davola calls for the bell and we are under way. They lock up and Freya gains the ascendancy, powering Marie into the corner, she then makes a clean break.

Andrew Fulton : Freya is all class, she could have taken Marie out right there, but is showing her, when SHE wants.

Jeremy Tucker : They go for a test of strength, but Blaze backs back a step, pulls her hand down and puts it down the front of her tights, then pulls it out and slaps Marie across the face! Gross!

Andrew Fulton : I want to taste it!

Jeremy Tucker : Marie snaps and clobbers Blaze with a big forearm, then bulldogs her.

Andrew Fulton : Blaze back up and hits a reverse roundhouse kick, right to the mouth of Marie.

Jeremy Tucker : I don’t know what is worse, the smell of the kick after Freya has been getting her feet all dirty and disgusting, or the hand down the pants.

Andrew Fulton : I’ll take the later.

Jeremy Tucker : (ignoring him) Blaze with a few grounded knee strikes, then delivers a gut wrench suplex, but Marie flips out of it and nails a scorpion death drop! What a counter!

Andrew Fulton : I don’t believe it!

Jeremy Tucker : Marie with the cover, lateral press, Davola makes the count ......

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

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

Freya rolls the shoulder.

Andrew Fulton : Never in doubt!

Jeremy Tucker : Your cheerleading is quite frankly Fulton, embarrassing.

Andrew Fulton : Don’t be Jelly Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Marie nails Blaze with a diving shoulder block, then a split legged moonsault.

Andrew Fulton : Blaze gets the offensive back, and nails Marie with a Pele kick, then plants her with a northern lights suplex! That’s the way Freya!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Blaze connects with a superkick, and as she nails it, we see Suzi Spitz heading down the ramp way, mocking her.

Andrew Fulton : What’s she think she is doing down here?

Jeremy Tucker : She and Blaze don’t get along, everyone knows this and she is here to show her who the true better of the two is!

Andrew Fulton : Well, she can stand in line like everyone else. She has to climb back through the ranks for a shot at Blaze!

Jeremy Tucker : Freya Irish whips Marie into the corner and then catches her with a back handspring headscissor DDT!!

Andrew Fulton : What a move!

Jeremy Tucker : Freya makes a cover and hooks a leg, Davola drops for the count.

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

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

Kick out by Marie.

Andrew Fulton : That was a pretty slow count Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : It was a perfect count. Suzi jumps on the apron, and Blaze swings at her and Suzi jumps back off the apron getting out the way, but the momentum of the swing Blaze follows thru and knocks referee Davola clean out!

Andrew Fulton : What’s that idiot ref doing getting in her way?

Jeremy Tucker : Sleeping now it looks like.

Andrew Fulton : Marie pounces on Blaze, and they start brawling, rolling around the ring, and Suzi jumps in and starts laying the boots to Blaze! Get off of her!

Jeremy Tucker : Suzi pulls Blaze to her feet by her hair and Marie starts choking Blaze, screaming at her like a banshee!

Andrew Fulton : Marie then releases the choke and goes for a super kick, but Blaze ducks from it and Marie accidently superkicks Suzi! Yes! Great move Blaze!

Jeremy Tucker : TORN!!! Blaze Freya just gored Marie with her TORN! She goes for the cover ... but there is no ref to make the count, he has not moved.

Andrew Fulton : BITCHMAKER!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Suzi with a very forceful powerbomb, then straight into a Sharpshooter. Marie back up and she locks on a cross face, Money talks! Blaze is in big trouble!

Andrew Fulton : I’m going IN!

[Fulton removes his head set and heads to the ring, and as he slides in he brushes against the ref and wakens him, and Suzi dives off the sharp shooter and spears Fulton to the mat floor.

Jeremy Tucker : What are you doing Fulton!? Ref is coming too, and Marie releases the Cross face and “Right Side of the Street”: Sidewalk slam with knee to stomach .... Marie with the cover ....

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

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

THREE!!!

I don’t believe it! Marie has defeated Blaze Freya! With a BIG assist to one Suzi Spitz.

[Suzi slides back into the ring, and she starts laying the boots in some more to Freya, Marie looks on, then joins in.]

Jeremy Tucker : Suzi rips the boot off of Freya’s foot, and she hasn’t washed that in a over a week, it looks to be rotting, and Marie pushes Blazes face in as Suzi rams Freya’s own foot right into her own mouth! No! This is too much! And i have just received word fans, that next week, it will be Suzi Spitz Vs Blaze Freya, one on one for the Pan Am belt!

["(Amen) It’ Saturday Night hits and Davola and Suzi raise the arms of Marie Caedes in victory and they celebrate, Freya gagging in the ring as we fade.]

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Freak on A Leash



We opened up to the parking lot area where Michael Maddox has arrived surprisingly late to the SWAT Battleground 15. He has an evil but confident look on his face. He walks down the hall and start’s angrier by the second. He gets to his locker room and he is stopped by a Rookie Interviewer by The Name of by Hererra Anderson Rich, No relation to ELR. Maddox practically puts his hand through his locker room as Herrera Anderson Rich gets scared a bit. He then begins to speak.



Hererra Anderson Rich

Good Evening Mr. Maddox I was told I must get an interview with you here tonight or I am fired. Please take the interview.



He cowers in the corner.



Michael Maddox

Lighten up there sonny I am not gonna kill ya. Hurry it up. I got a scumbag to catch before I go out there and face my tag partner in Calum Morgan and then I take the damn SWAT Heavyweight Championship from Radu Matei if he makes it that far.



Herrera Anderson Rich looks relieved a bit before he begins to speak.



Herrera Anderson Rich

It seems you got a lot of beef with Paul Blair will this affect your performance here tonight when you go one on one with your tag team partner?



Michael Maddox

Wow that is the best question I heard an interviewer asked in a long time it should go up for an Oscar or something you should get a slammy award!!



Herrera Anderson Rich

Really? That really means a lot to me!!



Maddox smiles and then shakes his head in sarcastic manner and then speaks.



Michael Maddox

NO Not really you idiot. What kind of question is that before taking a job here you should have watched the shows and did research on what was going on around here! Of course I am looking for Blair. Do I think he would interfere in my and my partners opportunity for the brass ring of SWAT you bet your ass I would. So why not squash the roach before he gets that chance.



Herrera Anderson Rich

Be that it may your match is coming up next and we haven’t heard from your partner since last weeks show? Any thoughts on what can be going through his mind and do you think he is going to be trying to do the same thing.?



Michael Maddox

Well he is probably just waiting in the shadows . We know we are evenly matched. Even though we are not that old of a tag team. But we have been in tag teams before and know what tag team wrestling is about. That is not why we are here tonight. We are both here to get one step closer to the brass ring as I said before. Yes he might be lurking in the shadows trying to find Blair or he may wait to see what unfolds in our match to speak either way we know what we are getting into;what must be done. This is a one on one match. Not a tag team match. Tag Team Match we are veterans of the game. We will tear down the house like no other has tore the house down before.





Herrera Anderson Rich

So aside from that it has been rumored that Calum has been having relations with your wife Avery. Any truth to that?





Maddox gets angry really fast and then nails Herrera Anderson Rich with a FACELIFT!!(Single legged running Drop Kick)



Michael Maddox

Calum has no relations with Avery no matter what people seem to think. Avery is next to me in bed every night and we go to bed at the same time!! Here is a tip for you don’t ask such a stupid question and you might make it as an interviewer. You are just trash No wonder you were canned before they gave you a chance and you blew it, Let me be the first to say your fired as an interviewer!!!



Maddox smiles warmly and then looks up at the camera and then speaks.



Michael Maddox

Hey Calum listen up buddy ol pal! Tonight will be my night matter what happens I will always be a friend or ally. I will not have you try and get inside my mind with trying to have relations with Avery because after all she is just a big tease. We use to travel from bar to bar and I use to beat the shit out of men twice and even three times the size as you for putting their hands on her and if you have I might just have to castrate you for that on live television. You think you are a sick and twisted man I can do you over two times on the sick and twisted part. Fans can love me hate me but I am a realist. There is no doubt in my mind we will tear the house down. I don’t want to hear what you are probably going to say. Oh I won this title I won that title. I won this cup I won that cup. Nobody wants to hear it. These past few months you have cost us matches as a tag team getting pinned, Every match we have been in that we have won as a team have been me picking up the wins. Yes we can say its a team effort. So I take the blame just as much as you should. We should have been Anzac Cup Winners. We should be hosting that trophy up every week but instead of us winning because of Blair we didn’t even have a chance to be up there. There is a theme to Madness Blair has been a thorn in our side since day one. It doesn’t matter whether it is in SEE or Here in SWAT. But it is not about Blair right now it is about us getting in our opportunities and I plan on making the best of it.



I am sure you have some kind of mind game going on. The fact still remains we have to put everything on the line in order to get what we want. We have to be aware of our surroundings I have enemies and you have enemies. Some of them common some not so common. We must anticipate the worst is going to happen to ruin our opportunity. I am not a dumbass like some people claim me to be which is a trend that seems to be going on. In the end this team we have will stand strong. We will tear down the house we will make the most of our singles opportunity. But more Importantly I will give you THAT FACELIFT you always wanted, You use to tell me in the back what if I was on the receiving end of a FACELIFT. Now you will get a chance to taste it You will get a chance to taste it.You will get a chance to endure it. I am just a freak on a leash right now and once we step in that ring I will be released. Come at me bro with all you got. Come at me with your best insults because it doesn’t matter. We all have our flaws. We have to accept them before we can move on and be even greater then we once were and you just don’t have that factor Calum. See Ya in the Ring buddy..



You are looking at the new number one contender for The SWAT Heavyweight Championship. And The Future SWAT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION and THE ONE WHO FINALLY DETHRONES RADU MATEI!!!!





Maddox taunts the camera and then they show Herrera Anderson Rich Still motionless on the floor. Maddox steps on Herrera Anderson Rich before slamming his locker room door. As the cameras fade to the next scene or match.

[SWAT Team]

🇬🇧-The scene starts black then the picture fades to Calum Morgan wearing a black Tommy Jeans Essential Hoodie Sweatshirt, a pair of black Tommy Hilfiger jeans, and pair of black and red Nike Air Jordan's.


The camera focuses on Calum's face which is covered with his hood down over his head and a black and red skeleton biker face bandana. The lights dim enough for a black smokey haze to outline Calum.-🇬🇧


Calum Morgan: Funny thing about good friends..with the drop of a hat, you can become better enemies. What do I mean?


Did you see how quick my "friend" Michael Maddox turned on our "friendship" just at a mention of a SWAT World Heavyweight Title shot? Duly noted. Actually I wouldn't expect anything less from a guy who will scrap with his own wife. Sorry ladies..I'm more of a lover...not a fighter. At least when it comes to dealing with my main steady or beaut in my life.


Not Mark though. He laughs knowing that Calum calling him Mark is pissing Maddox off wherever he is hiding at in the arena. I guess us Brits are different. It seems like his wife Avery wears the pants in the family. I caught her promo and trying to sell she didn't need any help from Mark or I to help her win her newly minted Amazon's Title. That's a load of crap. Why don't you fess up so you don't come off as such a wanker and admit to the world that not only did you ask us to interfere, but you begged us to interfere in your match at Battleground #14 so you could guarantee your victory against now former Champion  Punky Brewster!


You knew there was no way in hell you could beat our GM in a straight up match so you did what you had to do. I've got no problem with it just admit it and move on. What, it's not good for your "brand'? Who gives a shit about your brand? I do and say what I want, when I want, and I sell more merchandise than anybody in this place. Fact.


Avery, that's all good and well but where you fucked up was trying to make me look bad in your shitty ass promo, when all I was doing was helping who I thought was my friend, Mark. Don't get that shit twisted in any other way. Daredevil my ass. More like a She-Devil..oh, never mind we seem to have a pair of those 'laying" around here already..if you catch my drift.


At least you two love-birds, Mark & Avery don't mind making Mark look like a complete pussy in your promos. No questions asked: Avery wears the pants in this family. Isn't that right there..Mr. McCullen? How the fuck did you let her get away with not adding ANY part of your last name to her's? Not Maddox-McCullen..McCullen-Maddox..Not Mark-McCullen..nothing? Deep down, Mark...you know that's weak as fuck.


I'd advise you to tell your old lady to stay the fuck in her lane. I'm not above taking her to Morgan School 101 and taking that piece of shit title off her hands. For the right price in this business I'll put ANYBODY down. Because with a snap of my finger..POOF! 


🇬🇧-The lights go out for a few seconds before flashing back on after Calum snaps his finger.-🇬🇧


I'll turn out your lights.





I'm not going to do the Paul Blair Way To Promo and say how I carried us as a team throughout the Anzac Cup Tournament as #BarCode because that would be a flat out lie. And..unlike Mark's old lady I don't NEED to lie to get myself over as somebody who I am not. What you see is what you get. You don't like me? Good. Fuck off. Don't watch my promos..go watch some fluffy Ed Dubin promo where your character never evolves. Same shit every week just worded in a different way. Oldest trick in the book and tricks are not for only rabbits but tricks are for Goths.


Mark pulled his weight tenfold at Anzac Cup 2019..so much so he and I qualified for a XHF Network World Tag Team Title shot. I'm not going to say some rubbish like Avery, and say I didn't need any help. Truth is Mark Maddox and I ended up jelling like a well oiled machine. I won't take any thing away from him in the ring..He is as gifted of an individual as I've seen..it's outside the ring the problems there lays.


All joking aside with the Mark thing..Mike really is like two different people. Much like society he's one way around certain people and another around others. Split personality? I guess you could say that but it's more like he's the popular kid in school you've known your whole life, but he only talks to you when the right people aren't around. Otherwise you no longer exist. 


Get in where you fit in...right, Mark? 


Come on, man. You ain't gotta' lie to kick it, mate.

Question is which Mark shows up tonight at Battleground #15: Good Friends Better Enemies? The overhyped, wife following, Mark looking to please everybody or the Mike Maddox that put on the Engima make up and stood beside me fighting for our lives and not giving a flying fuck who we please. Feels good..doesn't it, Mike? Feels good living in my world even for just a brief moment in time. It's a rush most pussy whipped guys like you have never felt before. The ability for that moment in the ring to have your voice back. You don't have to answer to anybody but the dipshit referee, and he's playing along with the magic tricks being performed right in font his very eyes. Empowering isn't it, Mark? 


If you say being married and working the road with your wife who works with you isn't a disadvantage , I call bullshit. No fucking way. It's a HUGE disadvantage. Just look no further than earlier tonight. She was grilling your ass about you and I helping her win her match and title last show. You're welcome by the way, Avery, you little red headed hottie. 


I get to train when I want to..I get to eat whenever I please. I don't have to ask permission for shit. You on the other hand have to ask for permission to wipe your own ass. Which cheek do I wipe first  dear..the left or the right?


What you don't realize, Mark, is that you are my exact demographic target I am looking for in my fans. I am the Voice of the Voiceless and in your marriage you have no voice. It's okay, mate. Just like all our matches as a top tag team here in Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition, you don't have to sweat the small stuff like a nagging ass wife..I got your back!


🇬🇧-Calum pulls down the face bandana and smirks into the camera.-🇬🇧


Maddox you have exposed yourself as the ultimate opportunist..everybody saw how quick you were to jump on the opportunity to get a World Heavyweight Title shot. Of course it came at the price of MY Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition World Tag Team Titles..titles that BOTH belonged to me! Trust me mate..I liked calling myself #2BeltCalum..it seemed quite fitting for the edgeist son of a bitch in this company had two title belts..


It wasn't a tough call for you..you had nothing to lose. Or so you thought..guess our "friendship" didn't mean shit, but I'm not one to sit around and cry over spilled milk..I take the punches thrown my way.


Apparently, Mark Maddox is just pretty much one of the dumbest mother fuckers in the world. Mark..have you NOT seen the hell I've put my old mates the #BroCode through? Particularly that old shriveled up Pinto sitting at ringside right now, Paul Blair..


🇬🇧-The camera cuts to Paul Blair, who earlier bought a front row ticket to Battleground #15: Good Friends Better Enemies. Blair is caught heckling a overweight guy a few seats next to his. He notices he's on the BlairTron in the arena so he gives a cocky smile and a wink.-🇬🇧


Paul Blair: Hey, Fatboy! Sit down you are ruining my shot.


Fatboy: Fatboy? The name is Thomas and I'm not even in front of you-


Paul Blair: Thank Blair for small favors..nobody would be seeing anything but your plumbers butt crack if you were in front of us. You still are messing up my peripheral vision with all your fat and grossness..anyway..Hey there, Calum ol' buddy?


🇬🇧-The camera pans back to Calum's promo location.-🇬🇧


Calum Morgan: No you don't, Paul! You don't get to hijack my promo you disrespectful fossil. Hey cameraman? Look at me. You keep that camera pointed right here if you know what's best for you. Trust me, pal..I'm not the guy you want to fuck with!


Where was I? Oh yeah..you seen what I've done to Paul Blair and the rest of his sword shallowers, Mark. You think you would have learn not to cross Calum Morgan but evidently you are just plain stuck on stupid. Look where that got "Geriatric" Jimmy Blast. A one way ticket back into retirement. It was a mediocre run at best. Who'd he beat in SEE any hoot? James Spears Blackthorne? Michael "Boy Toy" Phoenix? I'm not impressed and neither is anybody with a normal working brain.


Let's get the facts straight, Mark. Nobody thought you were some kind of fuckin' genius to begin with. The mood swings, split personalities and dogmatic wife. Clearly you weren't thinking when you decided it was a good idea to betray me. We had it all mapped out for you..but after I beat you tonight in that very ring then what, Mark? 


No World Heavyweight Title shot..no tag team titles as my partner and most of all you lost someone who was watching your back. Only an idiot would give that up. A bat-shit crazy mother fucker watching your back or Strawberry Shortcake? Stupid mother fuckin' asshole.


Mark, I'll see you in a little while. Who knows..I might help Linda become Lucky again if you smell what I'm laying down. She does have a match with Slavery the "Duddevil" coming up tonight. 


Oh and watch out for my #CodeBreaker..it'll make you famous for all the wrong reasons.."friend"!


These are my opinions and those are my views..if I said something that offended..Oh well..You know me..


Fuck you!

[SWAT Team]

Frank Salazar: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!!!  Introducing first hailing from Miami, FL at 6'6 and weighing in at 244 pounds.  Here is Mike Maddox!!!!

[ Freak Like Me" by Halestorm blasts over the PA systems as the crowd erupts in cheer As Mike Maddox makes his way on the stage and shakes his hips wearing his trademark Leather Jacket Engraved with Are You A Freak Like Me on It Maddox then runs down the ramp and slides into the ring shaking the ropes violently before throwing his leather jacket out to the ground and then running over to the nearest turnbuckle and raising his arms at the crowd as they cheer Maddox then some boo as he jumps down and awaits the start of the match with a confident look on his face. ]



Frank Salazar: And his opponent from Newcastle, England at 6'3 and weighing in at 225 pounds. Here is Calum Morgan!!!

[ "Voice of the Voiceless", by Rage Against The Machine blares over the house PA and the crowd blows the roof nearly off the building as out walks "Voice of the Voiceless" Calum Morgan wearing a blue shirt that has a bar code logo on the front and the words "#BarCode" on the back, black loose fitting Calvin Klein jeans and a custom pair of black Nike Air Jordan's made especially for in ring action. His face and most skin not covered has been painted with Jennifer Enigma war paint. He goes to the ring and gets ready for the match to begin ]



Andrew Fulton: The two men are staring each other down.  This is not how Bar Code thought this one would end up.



Jeremy: Tucker: Doesn't Calum look different without those SWAT Tag Team Titles around this week?  



Andrew Fulton: He sure does. Calum had those stripped last week.  Ok we are ready for this one to begin - where is Blair. Isn't he the ref in this one?



Jeremy Tucker: There he is, over there arguing with Frank Salazar.



[ Camera pans back to Blair who is in the face of Salazar ]



Paul Blair: I have thought about it and I am not going to ref. These two peons can just pound on each other all night.  I refuse to raise either's hand and help put them in that World Title Match.



[ Blair continues to argue with anyone who will listen ]



Andrew Fulton: You know what, I don't blame him.  Do you really think he wants to raise his former tag partner's hand.



Jeremy Tucker: No I doubt that he does but you know what, those are the breaks. He is the one earlier tonight who forces Joe Pesci to name him the ref and now he seems to be having second thoughts.



[ Blair seems upset and just about ready to leave ]



Paul Blair: I am out of here. They can find their own ref, or not. I don't care.



[ Crowd is booing him as he starts up the ramp.  He makes it about half way up and then stops.  Something comes over him and he makes his way down the ramp. He gets back to Frank Salazar. He takes off his BlairVision shirt and underneath he is wearing a ref outfit. ]



Andrew Fulton: Blair was ready for this one when he got here. How about that.



[ Blair has his finger pointing to his head to let everyone know he is smarter than all of them.]



Jeremy Tucker: Is he going to get in the ring, Bar Code has been out here this whole time trying to prepare for their match and the ref has held this match hostage.



[ Blair yells for them to ring the bell and he slides in the ring ]



Andrew Fulton: Hold up there Tucker. We are set to go.



Jeremy Tucker: The bell sounds and here we go.  Mike Maddox goes one on one with Calum Morgan and the winner is going to be in the World Title Match at the PPV.  



Andrew Fulton: The two men lock up and neither man can get the advantage here.



Jeremy Tucker: Both men know each other so well, this one is virtually impossible to predict.

 

Andrew Fulton: We agree on that. Both men lock up again and finally Maddox with a poke to the eye and all is fair in this one. I think both men would do the same to the other guy. Calum tries to come back from the eye poke but Maddox catches him with a few quick kicks and then a short armed clothesline. Maddox does not let up, and catches him with another clothesline. Then before Calum knows it, he is being picked up and suplexed to the center of the ring. Maddox looks as if he is wondering whether to go for a cover yet or not but instead he steps on the fingers of Calum. That will keep him from attacking him later. Maddox grabs Calum back up and tosses him through the middle rope.  



Jeremy Tucker: And suddenly Calum Morgan is in trouble here. The ref begins to count. Wait. Never mind Blair is in the corner doing nothing. He is just watching and motions for Maddox to go after his opponent.





Andrew Fulton: Looks like Blair is going to let them go at it.  



Jeremy Tucker: That is one way to look at it. Calum is back up on the apron but appears a bit out of it still. Seeing this, Maddox goes over and picks him up and tosses him back in the ring by launching him over the ropes. Calum hits the mat and Maddox covers him this time. Blair counts. 1...................2................and Calum gets his foot on the rope.



Andrew Fulton: See? Blair did what he was supposed to do. He seems to be calling this cleanly, he just is not letting them get counted out - probably because he wants to make sure we have a winner.



Jeremy Tucker: Somehow I doubt that is the reason. Anyways, Maddox tosses Calum in the corner and charges in. BAM!!!! Calum just got out of the way and Maddox went shoulder first into the ring post. Let's see if Calum can get back in this one. He might have just temporarily saved himself right there. I think he was done if Maddox had hit that move.



Andrew Fulton: Sometimes it is better to be lucky than good. Although Calum might be both right now. Calum slowly gets back up and starts stomping on the back of Maddox. You know they seemed hesitant to hit each other in the beginning but they are having zero problem with it right now.



Jeremy Tucker: There is a World Heavyweight Title Match on the line. You can be friends outside of the ring but everyone wants to be the champion in the ring. Calum hits Maddox with an European Uppercut which has Maddox flying back into the ropes. Calum runs off the opposite rope and flies in the air crashing into Maddox and now he is really bouncing around the ropes. Blair seems to be trying to get them out of the ropes.



Andrew Fulton: Look at this ref. Trying to get them back in the middle of the ring. What a guy.



Jeremy Tucker: Calum sees this might be his best shot yet. He picks up Maddox, once they get him out of the ropes and drags him in the corner. He carries him up the ropes.  



Andrew Fulton: What is he doing?? Is he nuts?  



Jeremy Tucker: We are about to find out. What is he going to do now? Oh I know, one of his favorite moves. BAM!!! Top Rope DDT!!! Both men are down and these fans are on their feet as they have seen some exciting action thus far. Calum bounces back up and once again he goes to the top rope. He turns around and after thinking about it for a second - MOONSAULT!! He just hit a moonsault from the top rope onto Maddox and he covers him. Blair counts 1.............2..............thre--, almost!



Andrew Fulton: That was 2 and 7/8ths. Maddox just did get his shoulders up. Blair lets everyone know it was just a 2.



Jeremy Tucker: I do not think he was going to enjoy having to raise Calum's hand if he hit that move and got the pin.



Andrew Fulton: That is for sure. Calum is pounding his right leg on the mat and seems to be waiting for Maddox to get up. He looks over at Blair with a smile. No he is not doing what I think he is---



Jeremy Tucker: He certainly is. Calum is mocking Blair by looking to hit Blair's finisher on Maddox and if he hits it, that is it.



Andrew Fulton: Blair looks like he is getting annoyed at what Calum appears to be doing. Maddox is finally making his way to his feet. Blair is now yelling at Calum. Calum is getting ready to finish this one off. He kicks his leg two more times, Maddox is up and turns around and BAMM!!!


Jeremy Tucker: Unbiased my ass Fulton!! Blair just drilled Calum with a Blairkick of his own. Blair was supposed to be right down the middle. Since when is right down the middle hitting your finisher on one of the participants.



Andrew Fulton: I feel Calum might have provoked him. That's what he gets. Calum is out and Blair is yelling at Maddox to cover him.



Paul Blair: Cover him you idiot. This is your chance. I will count it.



Andrew Fulton: You can hear Blair telling Maddox that this one is his to win now.



Jeremy Tucker: You call this fair? He is giving this one to Mike Maddox, how is that fair? Maddox seems to not be wanting to win it this way but after looking down at the fallen Calum for a few seconds, he covers him. Blair quickly races over and starts to count. 1.....2.....and-



Andrew Fulton: Something seems to be wrong with Blair's contact. Oh my goodness what a horrible time for that happen. He is down in the corner looking for it and that interrupted the 3 count.



Jeremy Tucker: You can't really believe that is what happened do you? Blair just screwed both of them when they had certain victories.



Andrew Fulton: To be fair to Blair here, since he just screwed each of them out of a victory, he is still calling it down the middle. Oh good news, Blair must have found his contact as he is back up. Maddox is now screaming at Blair who does not even seem to be listening to him.





Jeremy Tucker: Well he better turn around because Calum is finally coming to and he is behind him. He grabs Maddox and bounces him off the ropes and both men go for a clothesline at the same time and they each hit the other one.



Andrew Fulton: Both men are down and wait what is he doing? Blair is down next to both men and he begins to count. 1.............2...........3!!! We have a winner here folks.  Did you see who he was counting down?



Jeremy Tucker: It is hard to say.  I can't believe this high flying match ended like that. Blair is telling Frank Salazar who won this one.  I think Calum had Maddox with his right hand.  I am pretty certain he got the pin.



Andrew Fulton: I don't know. Maddox hit Calum pretty good and I think he might have snuck one in on Calum. Well Frank is about to tell us who won.



Frank Salazar: {Bell sounds} Ladies and gentlemen Paul Blair has declared this match a double pinfall. Both men's shoulders were down and therefore this match is awarded to neither man!!!



[ Blair has a huge grin on his face as he looks down at both men and heads out of the ring ]



Jeremy Tucker: I can not believe this. Blair did exactly what he said he would do last week. He came out here and got involved and cost both men this match.



Andrew Fulton: I can't really argue that he got himself involved. But what a great match we had here tonight!! We'll be right back!

[radu]

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TEXT AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN:
Radu Matei's answer to Joey Morelli can currently be seen in glorious colour airing on the XHF Network here:
Night of Champions Promo - The Challenge
In glorious colour.  Feel free to click on that, like it, make it look like theres real SWAT support to the rest of the Network that might not see as much of our material as they should.....................
But here's the B&W version.
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[Night.]

[Our image moves quickly down a lonely road, at the clip of a vehicle whose operator doesn't want to focus on the walls of darkness that frame his journey. Pretty remote. Pretty desolate. No sooner do the headlights reveal a scorpion crossing the asphalt, then the tires SMASH out its existence. Shame that. Its venom has a nice kick to it. Its also the closest thing the driver has seen to company in past thousand miles. Many might forget the bugs crushed along the way, but not our protagonist. He remembers. He appreciates their sacrifice. So while Joey Morelli might be considered another pest that makes up the rich tapestry of a championship worth a damn, his suffering will not go unnoticed. It might even be relished.]

[When did he first turn onto this path? Feels like this journey is taking forever.]

[Suddenly in the pitch black distance, a small, pink dot flashes.]

[Flashes.]

[Flashes again.]

[As the car revs up, the pink light starts getting closer and brighter. A beacon against the gloom.]

[You can almost make it out...]



"THE FRISKY FLEA"

[If a flea bordello is anything like a flea circus, this might be a waste of time. Then again, nothing like a dive bar to bring in the vermin. Making a sharp turn, the camera starts to speed in the direction of this foul looking establishment.]

[SMASH CUT. Dive bar.]

Drunk #1: So I tell Belva, I say, listen gal, I'm a grown ass man. I don't go in for that rasslin. You watch a bunch of buff dudes roll around trying to lay on top of each other, lord made you that way, good on ya, but I am a man who prefers the company of ladies, I'm over forty five years old, and LORD AS MY WITNESS, I have not watched none of that rasslin in over three years. Its not the same for us adults.

Drunk #2: ...yup.

Drunk #1: ...........Except for Riot Star, that Kintaru is fucking poetry in motion! Its like I see him running around in the ring, and its like I'm reading the poems of Umberto Saba. Just breathtaking. I'm not one of those big city types, but watching him brings darned tears to my eyes. So yeah, rasslin, not for me... but RIOT STAR... hells yeah.

Bar Fly: That the new Skid Row album you talking about.

Drunk #2: Nah, wrestling.

Bar Fly: Oh, I like that SWAT. Been around forever, never got it down here though. They just joined up with the XHF network, and since then it got picked up on channel 10. Its on after the seeing eye dog that solves crimes.

Drunk #1: Bingo got me on possession. Just a little weed. Okay, meth. I was trying to classy it up by saying it was weed, but I'm not going to lie to you guys because you're like family only better. This is a circle of trust. I would share my ice with you, if I had any. Do you have any Ice? ...Damn Bingo. Probably hump my leg if he got half a chance.

Bar Fly: Yeah that's the one! So Bingo solves mysteries, and then SWAT comes on. They got this big match coming up at Night of Champions, I can't pronounce the champs name, I think its Ragu like the sauce? I've been looking forward to someone taking that belt off of him. REALLY looking forwards to it, but who do they give the shot too? Joe Pesci gives it to his nephew. What a BASTARD!

Drunk #1: I know. Beelzebozo just came back. I went to AA with that guy, he'd be PERFECT for a title shot!

[........]

Drunk #2: I thought you said watching wrestling that wasn't Riot Star meant you were attracted to members of the same sex.

Drunk #1: I thought it was like COPS. I got all my family in the room to watch the episode of Bingo where he busts me, 15 minutes of fame - I was on that episode for a solid 16. Whose the apple genius now, Andy Warhol? So we figure its a lead in, and the next show would also be law enforcement. The adventures of actually SWAT TEAMS fucking shit up. I've been in a couple of raids, so maybe I could push my celebrity status to 24 minutes, just to really STICK IT to Andy. So we leave it on, my grannie was in the room, so I wasn't pleasuring myself to it if thats what your horn dog wrestling fans were reckoning. And I have to say... it was no RIOT STAR RASSLIN, but I enjoyed what I saw of SWAT. ...I still think it might actually be about SWAT Teams, but even if it was rasslin, you guys should check it out.

[.........]

Bar Fly: I do check it out, I just TOLD YOU to check it out.

Drunk #1: Right, well the Anzac Cup was a big win and all, but he's been with the company for less than a year, and Joey Morelli has no business challenging that spaghetti sauce name soundin champeon. That is just pure nepotism as far as I'm concerned.

Bar Fly: Its just Pesci trying to make himself the centre of attention, pissing away a great opportunity for the company. If he was going to go to his goons, he might as well have stuck Soutter in there. Hell, Timeless at least acts like he wants a singles push, Morelli is happy to coast as a tag specialist.

Drunk #1 <smiling at his own massive wit>: Or LAZY ASSHOLE as I like to call them.

Fred the Bartender: Give Lucky Linda a rematch, that defence was the tits.

Bar Fly: You say that about everything, Fred, and it just makes us uncomfortable.

Fred the Bartender: Crystal Pespi IS the tits.

Drunk #2: How is there not a SWAT Amazon called Crystal Pepsi?

Drunk #1: How am I suppose to watch XHF's Night of Champions, knowing that Joey Morelli doesn't have a snowballs chance in hell of properly challenging for the belt. It feels like throwing my money away even ordering that PPV. He's just going to let the company down. Is it too late for them to substitute Jonnie Valentine? Hardkore was the drizzlin' shits.

[The door swings open. A menacing figure lumbers in, slightly slower than his aura of malevolence can hang over the stupefying conversations. It may be the liquor dulling their senses, so its a few seconds before they start feeling uneasy.]

Drunk #2: It just get colder in here?

"Why do you think that?"

[The stranger pulls up a stool.]

Drunk #2: 'cause I got goose bumps and a bit of a chill.

[The stranger lights a cigarette. The flame from his lighter illuminates his rough features, but the poor lights overhead still leave him cloaked in darkness.]

Stranger: No. Why do you think Morelli won't be up to the challenge?

Bar Fly: He claims to be this great boxer and MMA artist. I never saw him fight. Weren't no UFC veteran. His pedigree is about as accomplished as George W.'s stint in the national guard, and I supplied the cocaine for that. Fabricated resume, bullshit accomplishments, outside of being related to Pesci he's done nothing to prove his worth in the ring. I'm not even sure he's Pesci's nephew, seems like they might just be lying about it to make Pesci seem more humanized. Like he was really the actor, and not some sad celebrity impersonator with a fake name. The family further legitimizes him.

Drunk #1: They could be a couple.

Drunk #2: That'd explain it.

Bar Fly: Its almost like they did a cattle call for Italian stereotypes, and Morelli was the only one sad enough to embrace the bigotry and dehumanize himself into a hate crime because he needed the work.

[True story.]

Bar Fly: Twenty bucks to get his kids the cheat sheets he'd need to keep them from failing preschool, and it was either become a guido joke or service Pesci. He went with both.

Fred the Bartender: I'll use my Hewlett Packard TouchPad to see if I can search for OLD POSTS looking for mob gimmicks. I'm sleuthing like a regular Bingo the seeing eye dog. Speaking of search engines, Bing is the tits.

[...]

Drunk #1: They hired him in SWAT Europe right...

Drunk #2: Wait, when did you start watching SWAT?

Drunk #1: COP SHOWS ARE BADASS. So they hired Morelli in SWAT Europe, that lasted, what, four shows before they went bankrupt? He doesn't even show up in SWAT Tapatalk, which is actually an argument in his favour, but then gets a massive push at the start the XHF run, because Timeless is one of the only proven dudes, but no one wants to work with him cause he's kind of a douche. With maybe a month and a half of experience under his belt, that we can confirm. Dude is too green to be challenging for the world title, not a solid draw as Europe showed us, and a tag specialist - can he even go five minutes in the ring without gassing up? Pesci shit the bed on that call.

Bar Fly: Challenge for the title on a SWAT show, but Night of Champions is THE BIG ONE.

Drunk #1: That's a massive stage. The Riot Star guys are there. They might think some SWAT guys have talent and actually pick them up. Hell, all us Riot Star fans that think that wrestling is for sissies, except Riot Star... this is your one chance to win us over. SWAT gives us Spaghetti Man versus Fake MMA Guido? I'm not picking up a Suzi Spits crop top for that, or matching hot pants.

Stranger: ...Valid concerns... but I think you're wrong.

[The stranger lifts up a pretzel from the counter to reveal a large cockroach underneath.]

Drunk #1: And why is that? You ain't one of them WRESTLING FANS are you?

[Snatching the cockroach before it can scurry away, the menacing figure places the insect into his coat pocket. This is unusual enough to alarm the seedy patrons. Leaning in closer, the world champion whose name sounds like a brand of spaghetti sauce flashes these lowlifes a cold smile.]

Radu Matei: Is Joey Morelli a Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition competitor?

[The reprobates look at each other for a second. They hate riddles almost as much as they love Pabst Blue Ribbon.]

All <confused>: Yes?

Radu Matei <even colder smile>: There you have it.

[They got it right. There's a sigh of relief. They pat each other on the back at this trivia night victory.]

Radu Matei: SWAT won't just let anyone into the company, they are very selective, and only accept the best and the brightest that the industry has to offer. Unless you click the box that says you're mentally disabled. Then you get in on a quota technicality, like sweet, legally {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} Henry Brown. Henry Brown should never challenge for this belt, because it would make the belt look bad. Every other competitor from Deaven Bennett to Michael Maddox to Blaze Freya all deserve a shot at the world heavyweight title. When you wrestle for SWAT, you represent SWAT, and when you represent SWAT to the best of your abilities, you are showing all the character I need to know you deserve to challenge. My job is measuring the worth of the next world champion. That is how titles work.

Drunk #1: Are you sure you're not a communist?

[The Eastern European half turns his back, still discussing the subject of Joey Morelli's worth like Matei was educating the unwashed masses on why the Godson of SWAT doesn't suck, while simultaneously not really wanting to have much to do with them. Its a good frame.]

Radu Matei: Based on European talent pools, SWAT Europe would have been the most difficult region to break into. Morelli starting there is a testament to his worth. Not appearing in the much despised Tapatalk region of SWAT just shows that he has a good sense for business, and avoids the taint that MANY other employees sadly do not. A history with the company. Not damaged goods. And came out the big winner at our last super show. Yes, he may have ridden on Timeless' coattails, but they aren't exactly long.

Joe really isn't doing Joey any favours.

The set-up makes him look undeserving. Nothing could be further from the truth. He pinned me. That is more than anyone else has done. Oh it was a tag match, which means nothing. It was in a tournament, where I had the harder earlier opponents, also taints that win. My partner phoned it in then disappeared, so it was more of a handicap match... yeah... maybe we don't sell him on that beating me thing? Smells a bit fishy. Still......... Even if it was under suspicious circumstances, give me a chance to get back the win before you crucify poor Morelli.

If Joey wasn't Joe's nephew you wouldn't think THAT LOSER STOLE A MAJOR PPV STAGE FROM SOMEONE WHO HAS BEEN BUSTING THEIR ASS TO GET IT! Far from it. So forget that they are blood relatives. Now what do you think? THAT LOSER STOLE A MAJOR PPV STAGE FROM SOMEONE WHO HAS BEEN BUSTING THEIR ASS TO GET IT, BECAUSE HE'S SLEEPING WITH JOE PESCI. <shaking head> I pity your world view.

Even when you get past the nepotism, everything else about this match is designed to make Morelli look like less than the best. A stipulation that doesn't play to my strengths but helps Joey? Purist's Dream? If Joey is an accomplished MMA athlete, then the removal of strikes hinders him as much as me. The storyline of me as a great underdog is a joke. I am the world champion of SWAT. I have beaten everyone the federation throws at me, and will continue to do so until someone betters me. Joey Morelli will not become champion through gimmicks, or cheats. He will only become champion through hard work and growth. Can he beat me at Night of Champions? Its possible. Will the beating I give Joey get him closer to becoming world champion in the future? Without a doubt. The cost of the dental work alone will require him to get the champion's winner purse! Years down the line, when the heavy impacts have turned his brain to mush and at forty five he has the brain of a man seventy five.... he's going to need a real nest egg to keep Candice from walking out that door.

Does Joey Morelli deserve to be champion?

Joey Morelli NEEDS to become champion.

Its kind of sad.

[The champion takes another long drag on his cigarette, exhaling a long string of smoke into the air, that dances around like a centipede.]

Radu Matei: So Joey... here I am... going across this great country of yours to spread the word, convincing every man, woman, and child I see that at Night of Champions they'll be glad they didn't take their washroom break during our title fight. Convincing them that you are the best possible challenger for this gold strap of mine. Reminding them, that they HATE your guts, and it will be fun for them when I make you bleed. You remember how to bleed, don't you Joey? It'll come back to you. The human body is great replenishing plasma.

So this is me telling you relax. You can breathe easy.

All you have to do is show up. I'll make you look better than you deserve. Your IN the match. The hard part is over for you.

...I wish it was so easy for me.

[Reaching into the dish that used to be a roach home, Radu grabs a fistful of pretzels.]

Radu Matei <chewing away>: See... your challenging for MY world title. You are the challenger. ...But you're not my challenge.

[The challenge.]

Radu Matei: Overheated. We sent Frostbite down to put our best foot forward in the battle for the X Crown. He cut a solid promo, and put on a solid match. Couldn't ask for much more from Frosty, and I look forwards to showing my appreciation for his efforts as a SWAT ambassador with a similar thanks to the one I give you at Night of Champions, Joey. A puddle. Problem is of all the guys you could draw in those opening matches, Frostbite ended up getting one the AXW talents. We get one of the newer feds, or one of the now defunct ones, he'd have had a cakewalk. One of the big dogs around here? Solid didn't cut it. So outside of Sabrina Sinstone reminding everyone that SWAT has an Amazon division, the first real glimpse that the XHF network had of SWAT was Frostbite losing. Good match. Every match has to have a loser. That's the sport. Frostbite isn't making my life difficult by not being X Crown champ, trust me. Then we get to the post match. That does make my life a little more difficult. See Tommy Holiday decides to add insult to injury by digging into SWAT. If he needed the heat, it was cheap, and if that was all he could afford, more power to him.

...But our title match is no longer about: Can Joe finally steal the world title to become the most annoying figure head ever? Or... can Joey repeat his Anzac success? Or... can Radu wrestle?

Or even, will Radu retain.

Nah.

Now its the second real look that the XHF has at SWAT. ...And we're following up Frostbite losing face to AXW, Holiday mocking our brand, and XHF brass realizing that we've been here for over four months, and we aren't really mixing with the locals. Do we belong? Are we pulling our weight? Are we worth it.

We are.

And when you challenge a world title. IT MATTERS.

When you challenge MY world title. IT MATTERS.

It matters so much it will even make YOU MATTER.

Our world title match for all the extracurricular storylines? IS A WORLD TITLE MATCH.

No soap opera. No hijinks.

A CONTEST that reminds people that THIS BELT <slapping the world title around his waist because apparently he wears it while driving> IS A WORLD TITLE BELT.

You are a challenger, Joey. I am the world champion. I will beat you. But I will also show the XHF that we are no regional. We are a GLOBAL brand. Our matches aren't just good. They are the best.

So its not a slight when I say I'm not competing with you. I'm just pointing out who my actual challenges are.



For MCCW... either Death Trap or Eichi Yamaguchi.



Riot Star's Shane Mitchell.



CW's Jeffery Viper.



AXW's Anthony Caffrey.



DW's Mike Lio.



SSS's Fukashima Zombie.



AWF's Raiden Ishimori.



A roll call of champions. So Joey, I am not beating you within an inch of your life. I am trying to beat you HARDER than Shane Mitchell clobbers Kintaru. When you're spitting up teeth, are you spitting up more than Bobby Barrett? Don't blame me, blame Caffrey. I don't make the rules. I just rise to the occasion. At the end of the night, I'm just being the best SWAT world champion I can be, which just happens to be the best federation in XHF. ...and if anyone disagrees, well, we can have Tommy Holiday beat Frostbite another hundred times, because that shit amuses me.

Now I ask you...

[Pivoting on his stool, Radu Matei turns back to the bar patrons.]

Radu Matei: Does Joey Morelli deserve to challenge a world title?!

Trash (collective): YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!

Radu Matei: And there is no one else you would rather see opposite me!

Trash (collective): Probably not...

Radu Matei <smiling at the camera>: Not very convincing. <shrugs> Well I tried, Joey.

[The world champion turns back to his contaminated salty snacks. Its going to be a long road to Night of Champions.]

Drunk #2: So what brings you to our neck of the woods, Mr. um... SWAT champion?

Radu Matei: After my matches I enjoy pushing my opponents further to the breaking point by eliciting a visceral reaction from them... covering them in bugs. To keep on top of the amount of bugs I require, I need to frequent a lot of questionable establishments.

Drunk #1: Makes sen-----

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

[Clueing in, the Bar Fly makes a break for it.]

Radu Matei: NOT SO FAST!

[The world champion pulls out a burlap sack, and shoves the bar fly into it. Take THAT credibility!]

Radu Matei: S.W.A.T. where the insects play!

[Every part the cartoon monster, Matei throws the struggling sack over his shoulder to make his exit. Having just witnessed a kidnapping, but not trusting this whole promo not to be a delirium tremor (it is), the patrons are upset and question their actions.]

Drunk #2: We should rescue him!

Trash (collective): YEAH!

Girl Scout who looks suspiciously like a seeing eye dog: Ruff!

Drunk #1: Hey kid, you just selling them thin mints or you got any meth? 'cause I could really go for some thin mints.



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

[No sooner has the closeted homophobe hit the clearly canine dressed as a child up for drugs than a SWAT TEAM bursts through the windows. Before the patrons of the bar can rescue their friend who is either an actual fly or a man, or wasn't really abducted because Matei was never really here, the SWAT team has them restrained.]

SWAT: Looks like you did it again, Bingo.

Bingo <taking off girl scout disguise>: Ruff!

Narrator: Join us next time, when Bingo moonlights as a choir boy looking for counterfeit communion bread, and gets in TOO deep.

[Mic drop.]

[SWAT Team]

Glamourous Glenda: This match is one fall and is for the Amazon Championship. First the challenger weighing in at 130 pounds from Dublin, Ireland....this is Lucky Linda La Fey!!

And her opponent....she is the Amazon Champion! Weighing in at 131 pounds from Dublin, Ireland.......The Daredevil Avery McCullen!

The atmosphere is intense throughout the entire arena as both Linda La Feu and Avery McCullen oppose each within the squared ropes. The environment feels more like a coliseum now rather than a wrestling ring and these two women represent two gladiators that are willing to do what it takes to conquer the other, and their rivalry represents the best that there is, and these women are equal to none. The crowd is also buzzing with anticipation as the Amazon champion takes the belt off and raises it above her head as she meets her opponent in the center of the ring. The crowd cheers wildly and take pleasure in seeing Linda scowl in disagreement and they both take two steps back after the title is given to the referee for this main event and he lifts the title up then hands it outside the ring and calls for the bell! 

Jeremy Tucker:: This is the beginning of the end of this feud, the tension is nearly four dimensional!

Andrew Fulton: No kidding. I’m about to start perspiring myself, and the opening moments here could very well determines who will end up champion.

Ding! Ding!

Both women begin circling each other without breaking eye contact. Neither is willing to give up the first move and they proceed to lock together in a collar and elbow tie up. They both maneuver in different directions as Linda tried turning to the left but Avery pushes forward, and manages to shove Linda back a few feet. Avery growls at Linda to try again she does that, the impact from their bodies colliding being heard by all as Lind quickly executes a go behind only to be clobbered with an elbow to the face for her troubles. Avery uses a standing switch nd then lifts Linda up and slams her to the mat. She follows up with a few clubbing blows to the back of the head as the referee’s count gets to three before she breaks it up and moves back but not before delivering a stiff kick to the reibcage that attacks heavy boos.

Avery backs up a few steps and watches Linda struggling to get to her feet. Linda is finally up and then surprises everyone by calling for a test strength. Avery looks at her she’s crazy but goes ahead with it ...only to be kicked in the midsection and attacked with a barrage of right and left hands that back her into the nearest corner.

Andrew Fulton: Oh and look at this, Linda means business here, she’s trying to gain control of this contest early.

Avery struggles to cover up with her forearms but the spark that she needs to fire up comes in the form of a massive backhand smack across the jaw from Linda that draws great applause before Avery puts a blatant choke hold on Linda and drives Linda into the corner. She keeps the blatant choke applied until the ref’s count of four and when he calls for a clean break, she throws her arms up slowly in an over exaggerated manner which leads to a quick yet but powerful right fist to the chin that knocks Linda off her feet. The crowd jeer at the action but the only encourages Avery as she starts stomping down all over Linda as she sits in the bottom of the corner. The official gets his body in between them and instructs Avery to move back and she unhappily complies.

Linda picks herself up to see Avery waiting for another encounter. Linda gives Linda what she wants by charging at her into another lock up and the champion takes control with an arm wringer that is followed up with a side headlock. Avery counters by pushing Linda into the ropes and ducks her head down but her opponent puts on the brakes in time to wind up and deliver a stiff kick that connects with the chest. Avery is stunned long enough for Linda to take her down with a clothesline. Linda dropped to her knees quickly for the first pinfall attempt of the match…..

On-

Kickout!

Jeremy Tucker:: Not even a one count!

Avery kicks out with authority, but is hindered in her attempt to rise to her feet quickly by Linda who delivers a few pounding blows over her back. Linda then pulls Avery up and applies a front facelock but Avery escapes with two lifting knees to the midsection that causes Linda to release her grip almost instantly. Avery then utilizes two consecutive arm wringers on the left arm, before Irish whipping her opponent with excessive forced into the ropes. Expecting a fast return, Avery nleases a solid superkick but only hits air as Lina manages to cling onto the ropes to stop her forced movement!!

Avery doesn’t look impressed as she springs towards Linda who proved to be one step ahead yet again as she drops to the floor and pulls the top rope down, ending Avery crashing right over and out of the ring to the floor

Andrew Fulton: See how Avery tried connecting with a superkick right away? She definitely wants to put Linda away as soon as possible.

The referee starts a contour but he might as well save his breath as Avery hastily climbs back up on the apron, but instead of following her out there, Linda chooses to patiently await her rival and as soon as Avery is standing tall on the apron, Linda makes her move and goes for a superkick of her own ...

Jeremy Tucker:: Linda explodes with that superkick.

Andrew Fulton: Wait, Linda missed!

Avery’s heart is racing after merely avoiding that danger and she then attempts to plow into Linda between the ropes with a shoulder thrust. Avery had her scouted though as she leaps up high enough to clear the barging attempt and on her way down, she connects with a leg drop to the back of the head that forced Avery’s body back into the ring. Linda hooks the leg, looking to capitalize…

One…

Kickout!!!

Jeremy Tucker:: Impressive Counter there from Linda, she is keen on staying a step ahead of her challenger right up until the end of the match.

Andrew Fulton: Interesting how they both saw the need to pull out some of the heavy artillery early, they both seem to be thinking along the same line.

Linda pulls Avery to her feet as the crowd seems to be encouraging her but they might have accidentally jinxed Linda as Avery fights from the ground up with multiple punches to the midsection, which draws groans from the fans. Avery continues the assault and Linda moves back, trying to dodge the contact with her stomach for some reason. Linda explodes and levels Avery with a dynamic clothesline. Avery makes her first panfall of the match…

One…

Kickout!!

Avery doesn't react as if she was expecting that, and she concentrates on working over Linda, stomping her over a few times before delivering a sharp elbow drop to the chest. She pulls Linda up by the hair only to put her back on the mat with a body slam. Cue cover, take two…

One..

Kickout!!

Avery lets Linda pulls herself up before doubling her over with a knee to the gut before positioning her accordingly and scoring with a vertical suplex. Her next pinfall is more aggressive as she drives a forearm down into the neck for extra pressure…

One…….

Tw…

Kickout!!

Jeremy Tucker:: Sorry Avery but Linda is known for her resilience. It's going to take more than that to put her away.

Avery couldn't hear Jeremy but its not like she needed that reminder anyway. She pulls LInda up by the hair and then leans her against the nearest set of ropes. She starts hacking away at Linda's chest with a few knife edge chops, and starts talking trash between each strike. Linda doesn’t take too kindly to this and it shows as she starts fighting back with some chopes of her own. The crowd enjoy paying the customary homage to the Nature Boy while the two competitors exchange shots. It's a fairly even battle with Avery starting to power into an advantage but she is cut short by a swift dropkick to the knee. Avery drops down and Linda takes control by driving her opponent’s head into the mat with a DDT. She doesn’t stop there though as she quickly pulls Avery to her feet, only to execute a swinging neckbreaker. Linda covers, hooking the leg…

One…….

Tw..Kickout!!

Linda assists Avery to her feet before whipping her into the ropes...no, Avery counters the attempt and it is Linda who finds herself doing the running and upon her return, Avery manages to grab hold of her and in one fluent motion, manages to house Linda up above her head with a military press!

Andrew Fulton: Impressive show of strength here by Avery

Avery doesn’t choose to slam her opponent instantly, instead she keeps her up in the air and screams at the fans, telling them to stand up and show respect for the champion. She would have been better off just throwing Linda to the mat, but due to her delay, Linda manages to wriggle out of the predicament and lands behind Avery, and suddenly rolls her up with school boy ...or is that school girl?

One…….

Two…….

Th-

Kickout!

Jeremy Tucker:: That would have been a shocking win right there!

Avery realizes she was one second away from losing this ever so important match as she rushes to her feet and rattles Linda with a spear that almost breaks her in half!!

Andrew Fulton: That was a crunching tackle right there, you could almost feel it.

Things are getting worse for Linda because Avery because when Avery is finished with a few mounted punches, she pulls Linda up and locks in a text abdominal stretch. Avery grits her teeth and tightens the hold while Lina cries out in pain, or what we take to be the pain she’s in. a few of the fans are yelling encouragement at what Avery’s doing, while a great many more fans are urging Linda to reach the ropes or fight out of this hold...practically anything but remain in it!!

Jeremy Tucker:: This submission may be simple, uet the damage it can cause is anything but basic!

The crowd starts a slow hand clap that builds up as they let their support of Linda be heard and she tries to use their energy, bearing with the pain while stretching out an arm ...wishing it was a foot longer so she could firmly grasp the middle rope right now. Avery takes notice of this and pounds into the stretched out abdomen of her opponent right now before barking at the referee to see if Linda is ready to give up. However the referee is a bit distracted as suddenly appearing on the ramp coming to ringside is Mike Maddox.

Jeremy Tucker:: What is he doing down here?

Andrew Fulton: Maybe cheering on his wife? It's not that unheard of.

As the referee turns to pay attention to Maddox, Avery indeed does reach out and firmly places a hand on the top rope and heaves up, getting extra leverage to make the hold more punishing and the fans who can see this roar their disapproval of this.

Andrew Fulton: Underhanded tactic by Avery, but you’ve got to admit she isn't the complete idiot that Linda may have thought by using this.

Jeremy Tucker:: Oh come on, this isn't clever at all! She’s doing what she can to gain an unfair advantage. That's not what someone who wants to be a champion does.

The referee turns back to the action in the ring but by now Avery has let go of the rope and resumed the regular application of the submission. Mike is clapping, approving of this, while Avery commands Linda to give it up but this adds the fuel necessary for the fire in Linda to burn as she shakes her like she is having some kind of attack before letting out a yell of her own as she musters enough energy to shift her weight to escape the abdominal stretch by hip tossing Avery to the mat. Linda drops to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope and is grabbing her stomach. It seems that Avery stretched the muscles with an extreme intensity.

Avery quickly gathers herself and climbs out of the ring in pursuit of her prey. She methodically stalks Linda who is using the apron to pull herself up, still with a hand on her stomach. The referee gets down to tell both ladies to get back in the ring, but he’s useless where he’s at an he knows it. Avery barks at him to move as this isn't his problem, and while he doesn’t want to, he obliges, and watches on as Avery grabs Linda by her hair and drags her around on the outside towards the nearest ring post.

Jeremy Tucker:: This isn't looking good for Linda and look at Avery, she is loving this! I don't want to see what she has in mind with that ring post.

Here’s a blatant hint; its isn't pretty! Avery has both hands on the back of Linda’s head as she jobs a little in the direction of her target before looking smash her opponents head into the steel but Linda shows she is still alive by delivering three quick elbows to Avery, thankfully preventing the planned assault. Linda tries fighting fire with fire as she looks to introduce her rival’s head into the steel but a rake of the eyes blocks her own attempt. This obscures her vision momentarily and this gives Avery the opening to with her opponent into the barricade. Linda cringes as her back hit the guard rail and she stumbles forward into the open arms of Avery who scroops her up over one shoulder, creating a human battering ram and she sets her eyes back on that ring post and charges!

Andrew Fulton: Hold on, Linda’s slipped out of it!

That's right, and she uses Avery’s own momentum against her and champion’s head is what collides with the steel post.

Jeremy Tucker:: This is just the break that Linda needed, now she can use a bit of valuable time to recover.

Linda crawls under the bottom rope and back into the ring while the official starts counting Avery out. Linda takes a few deep breaths and runs a hand over stomach, still feeling some kind of effect on it. Avery pulls herself up on the outside, using the apron to aid her while Maddox checks on her to see if she’s ok. She hasn't been cut open, which is a good sign for her and she directs herself in rolling under the bottom rope at the referee's count of six. Linda doesn’t give her opponent any space though as she stomps down over a few times before dragging her into the middle and making a pinfall attempt…

One…….

Two…….

Thr--

Kickout!

Linda backs off so Avery can find her footing and stand on her own, but only to then run at her from behind and plant her face first into the mat with a bulldog. Linda hastily rolls the champion over and hooks the leg…

One…….

Two…….

Kickout!

Andrew Fulton: Avery isn't willing to leave this arena without the Amazon championship still firmly around her waist. She’s a very determined woman with a lot of fight in her.

Linda mutters something under her breath as she pulls Avery up to her feet. Avery looks unsteady and her opponent benefits from her condition by throws a few right hands that all find their mark on Avery’s jaw. Each shot continues to wear Avery down and Linda then pushes Avery back into a corner. Linda then shoots out with repetitive kicks to the midsection that sink her opponent lower and lower until she’s sitting on her ass with no defense as Linda puts a boot to her throat and chokes her, stopping for the official’s count at three. Avery gasps for air as she crawls on all fours out of the corner and towards the center of the ring, and while she does this Linda, who has her back to the turnbuckle, pushes herself up so that she is sitting on it with her feet spaced firmly on the second rope. She doesn’t take her eyes off Avery and looks like a panther ready to pounce, but her expression quickly changes as she makes eye contact with someone and Linda gets an odd look. Somehow this look gets Linda to hop back down to the mat.

Jeremy Tucker:: I don't know why she did that, she had a clear opening for an aerial attack!

Andrew Fulton: I’m sticking with my guess of a minor abdomen injury, but if I had to take another stab, I’m assuming that Linda originally set out to beat Avery on the mat in a technical battle, which contrasts their previous counters.

Jeremy Tucker:: Well surely this distraction and change of plans is going to cost her….

Jeremy is spot on as Avery suddenly scoops Linda up as she approached her, and drops her over her knee with a backbreaker. Linda yanks her opponent up furiously and then wraps her arms tightly around her sternum before throwing her across the ring with a big time belly to belly suplex. She drops down and hooks the leg…

One…….

Two…….

Th-

Kickout!

Avery doesn’t look happy as she drives two stabbing knees into the small of Linda’s back before covering her again….

One…….

Two…….

Thr--

Kickout!!

Avery forces Linda’s head back into the mat and then hooks both legs tightly for her third consecutive attempt of beating Linda once and for all…

One……..

Two…….

Th--Kickout!

Avery shrieks in frustration as she mounts Linda and then throws quick clubbing blows with both hands that Linda struggles immensely with to try block. The referee is half a second from completing a five count but Avery stops and gets off her opponent, only to rush back onto her, this time grabbing her by the head and slamming her head back as many times as she can within five seconds of screaming. Finally the referee decides he needs to take control of this match back over, and he literally throws Avery off Linda and gives her a strict warning that if she does that again, he will disqualify her. Avery’s face is bright red as she takes a few deep breaths while looking down at Linda, who is just trying to survive right now.

Andrew Fulton: Look at the tenacity shown by Avery McCullen. I’ve got to admit that I’m rather impressed.

Jeremy Tucker:: Avery has proven why she is the Amazon champion, that's for sure, and she’ll push all boundaries to their limits if that's what it takes.

Avery regains her composure, realizing that her actions may in fact lead to her downfall if she’s not careful. Avery pulls Linda up to a vertical base and then lodges an arm underneath the jaw of her opponent before pointing to the nearest turnbuckle, implying she is going for a variety of the Dudley Dog. She runs up the turnbuckle and turns around to deliver, the elevated bulldog perfectly!!

Jeremy Tucker:: I think we will see Avery retain here and now.

Avery hooks the leg..

One…….

Two…….

Th--Kickout!

Avery bangs the mat in frustration before exchanging a glance with Maddox, perhaps seeking help but he’s telling her to keep going with the slide progress. Avery discharges a glare at Maddox, decides if Linda won’t be pinned ...she'll submit! Avery attends back to Linda and lifts both legs up off the mat.

Andrew Fulton: Here we go, Avery’s looking to put Linda away with the sharpshooter!!

She doesn’t even get a chance to hook the legs into position though as Linda sits up out of nowhere and then rips a counter with a small package…

One…….

Two……..

Thre-No!!

Jeremy Tucker:: Dammit! Avery found it in her to kick out just before the three.

Andrew Fulton: Who’s side are you on?

Linda is slower to her feet than Avery, who is now upset at herself for being caught off guard but she is too emotional as she runs right into a drop toehold! Avery hurriedly pushes herself up and turns around to feel a boot connect with the side of her head.

Andrew Fulton: Running Enziguri from the challenger!

Linda throws herself over Avery, wanting this match to end now…

One…….

Two…….

Th-Kickout!

It'll take more to tame Avery.

Jeremy Tucker:: Linda has got to keep herself in control with a cool head, getting over excited or frustrated can throw matches away, especially ones with extremely high stakes.

Andrew Fulton: Well the stakes of SWAT Amazon champion are pretty high and are on the line here.

Avery tries shaking the cobwebs out of her head while Linda pulls her up and Avery swings with a feral yamakers but Linda ducks and claps her hands around the waist of her challenger, who’s thrusting motion turned her 180 degrees. Linda looks to send Avery packing with a German suplex but Avery puts a foot behind one of Linda’s to block the effort before throwing two quick back elbows which give her the chance to turn over and then whiplash her opponent into the mat with a snap suplex. Avery with the cover, this could be all.

One…….

Two……..

Th-Kickout!

Maybe not, but as Linda slowly picks herself up, Avery stalks her menacingly, ,making a gesture to everyone that the end is here. Linda stumbles once to her feet, and Avery seizes her opportunity by scooping her up in a fall away slam position.

Jeremy Tucker:: She’s setting up for something….

Of course she is! Or maybe not but as Linda slowly picks herself up…..Avery stalks her menacingly, making a gesture to everyone that the end is here. Linda stumbles once to her feet and Avery seizes her opportunity by scooping her up. She sets up the legs, and she’s trying to get set to turn Linda over…..But Linda is able to get the tiniest bit of momentum and kicks Avery off and gets to her feet in the corner as Avery is able to stop herself before colliding with the ring post. She turns around…..

And gets a stiff clothesline from Linda! The crowd roars it approval while Maddox seems to groan for Avery. Linda gets to her feet and stumbles to the corner as Avery rolls over and is trying to catch her second wind. Neither woman is looking too good right at this moment but amazingly Avery is the first to come back from the clothesline. Avery goes after Linda and pulls Linda to her and slings her over her shoulder, and hits a solid swinging neckbreaker. Avery sets Linda up ...

Jeremy Tucker:: Is she going for it? Is this it?

Avery rolls over Linda, who is trying to fight being turned over. Avery gets Linda all the way over and Linda is trying to get out of it. Avery has the Cloverleaf set in. Linda is reaching for the ropes but is making no progress towards them…..mainly because the referee is either blind or ignoring the fact Avery is holding onto the ropes on her side with one hand!!! Linda screams in pain as Avery sits down a bit more. Linda tries to reach of the ropes and the ref is asking if she wants to give. Linda is saying no and she is trying to reach for the ropes…...while Maddox has slipped in the ring and is pulling on Avery’s hands so she can sink the Cloverleaf in even more. Finally Linda can’t stand it anymore and she taps. The referee calls for the bell!!!

Jeremy Tucker:: But Maddox...just helped Avery…..

Andrew Fulton: The referee didn't say he was in there. Therefore he must not have been in the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: Are you for real?

The bell rings and Maddox jumps back into the ring and hugs his wife, and they both quickly exits the ring as Linda ia furious with the decision, and she’s saying that Maddox helped the referee, and she can be heard saying she would take it up with the GM.

Jeremy Tucker:: I…..Avery just blatantly….

Andrew Fulton: I’d shut up while I was ahead if I was you.

Maddox and Avery celebrate as they walk backwards up the ramp, and Linda is livid with Avery right now.

[radu]

[Sleazy.]

[Browned circles in the filthy carpeting suggest water damage, which goes nicely with the blackened electrical burns around the light outlets.  This place would make a cozy crack den, the camera operator recognizes, as he makes his way up a poorly lit staircase to the third floor.  Not many rooms.  Cramped.  Then again... its amazing it exists at all.]

[Coming up to room 200, there is an attempt at a knock, but the door opens first.]

[The SWAT World Heavyweight champion nods at this intruding presence, before entering his small hotel room.  Crossing the tiny space, The Beast of Dixie drags the corner chair into the centre of the room, before taking a seat on the corner of the stained bed.  The moment the springs of the bed squeak, the wall EXPLODES!!!!!!!!]

"ROACH MOTEL"

[CUT TO: Master shot of the arena, where a three story hotel has been erected next to the entranceway.  This week the bizarre construct seems to have added dry wall, sandbags, a number of other support materials to its scaffold and tarp set-up, looking even more like a building, and building code violation.  The top floor has had the wall blow out, creating a stage set-up for the interview to follow.]

[CLOSE UP.  Matei sitting on the bed.]

Radu Matei: Sweeps week.  THE WEEK OF GOLD!  With all the eyes of the XHF on us... of course I'm not booked.  Rest me up for Night of Champions?  Ha.  Yeah right.  Well I may not be able to defend the title tonight, but I am here to bring the goods.



Radu Matei: My guest this evening needs no introduction, so tell me, <turning> one champion to another... any advice?











[MONSTER JEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]










Vile "Vince" Viper: Quit.









[We cut to a medium shot of the gross hotel room to reveal the world champion talking to the former world champion.  Flashbulbs go off throughout the arena as the heat reaches a fever pitch.]


Radu Matei <broad smile>: Good to have you here, Vile.

Vile "Vince" Viper: I'm still sssurprised you were able to pony up the appearance fee, Rad.

Radu Matei: I know, that was like Pesci's prostitute funds for two month.  You bankrolling a small country, Vile?  Its a good thing years of diseases and snake bites have rendered the owner unable to perform his john duties, or I'd fear for the job of the accountant that rubber stamped it.

Vile "Vince" Viper: I wasn't planning on stepping foot back at a SSSWAT show, but I have to say, it was pleasant seeing how much worse this place has become since I left.  It was a shit hole during my stay - don't get me wrong - but now?  Wow.  I thought someone was ribbing me and I'd been dragged to a Hardkore World show.  Which was always SSSWAT anyway.................. if it didn't believe in vaccinations.

Radu Matei: SWAT vaccinates, which is Henry Brown's origin story.

[Burn.]

Radu Matei: You died the last time you were in, SWAT, right?

Vile "Vince" Viper: Easiessst way to get out of my contract, other than sleeping with the Amazons, but burly guys aren't my thing.  Probably the 15th time I've no sold death.  This took a bit longer, because they actually buried me.  Fortunately when Brewssster or Sssoutter, or whatever rotting braintrust put the strap on Hell's Bouncer, I LITERALLY rolled over in my grave.  That was just the momentum I needed to start digging myself out of that hole.  Twenty feet to the surface - they stopped burying me six feet because my escapes were becoming predictable - but I clawed my way out of that hole, and here I sit before you... born again.

Radu Matei: Speaking of holes, I recently won the world title off of Hell's Bouncer.

Vile "Vince" Viper: I'm so sorry.

Radu Matei <nodding>: Thank you.  It's a curse.  <scowl> I'm trying to distance myself from his nonsensical reign, and treat myself as the first champion.

Vile "Vince" Viper: That's the only thing you can do.  Thinking of him with a title is like recognizing that the sky is red.  Rips apart existence as you know it, and shakes you to the very core of your being.  Was any of it real? <infamous sneer> I'd have a new belt desssigned, there is no way that {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} wasn't sticking it up his own ass.  Not even for pleasure, just to hear the funny sounds the metal detector makes at the airport.  Simpletons are diabolical that way.

Radu Matei <patting his belt, which looks a lot larger now>: Already ahead of you.  But that brings me to my next line of questioning.  As you know, I am desperately trying to bring credibility back to this title.

Vile "Vince" Viper: I hear you, but you'd have a better shot at having Timelessssss transport you back to the Titanic with a bucket to bail it out, because that ship has sssunk.

Radu Matei <ignoring this jab>: You were close with Adrian Tanner.

Vile "Vince" Viper: If fucking a guy's grandmother to death isn't friendship, I don't know what is.  Trudy passed away with a smile on her face.  Me and Adrian were tight.

Radu Matei: It was actually Tanner that initially brought you into SWAT.  It was also the memorial to him that brought you back.  After two years of dominating everything that SWAT could throw at you.  Making an absolute mockery of the golden ticket scam to win the world title, by winning more shots at the belt than anyone else.  The rumble.  The Anzac.  The Haunted House.  The Funhouse death match.  Having your mock region outlive over five legitimate ones.  Every major event during your stay, you were undefeated in.  After all that suffering... with management dragging out the championship decision to a farcical length, you are FINALLY declared the SWAT World Champion - the first of this current era, then you disappear.  Why?

Vile "Vince" Viper: The writing with tapatalk was on the board.  We were in a situation where we were being asked to be mistreated by unknown elements, with negligent working conditions, less audiences, smaller payouts, all to save the SSSWAT baby... when even its parents had bailed on it.  Nothing against orphans, but that's asking a lot from a guy whose only appearance during its heyday was kicking Tanner'sss assssss.  I stuck it out longer than a lot of company men, and smaller stars, but I'd rather go out with a whimper than <waving hand at the crowd> linger on.

Radu Matei: Our general manager would have us believe she ran you out, and will never allow you to return.

Vile "Vince" Viper: As part of my killing myself off to get out of a contract, I figured I'd show a little ass, try to give Brewssster some heat on my way out.  Doing a lot more for her, than I had for a lot of guys. <shrug> Wish she had done more with it.  ...As for keeping me out?  I'm not here, because I'm retired.  I'm an EWRT and RSPWF wressstler of the year.  There are a lot of either, but I'm the person in our sport who has both.  If I wanted to come back, I don't think the board of directors would stop that, hell, even with Pesssci's full support, Brewssster would have a hard time getting that past ssshare holdersss and the hated audience.

Radu Matei: You initially came back for the Adrian Tanner memorial show... it became a two year tour of duty.  No one celebrates Adrian's memory better than you do... which brings me to the reason for this interview.

Vile "Vince" Viper: I'm all earsss.

Radu Matei: I am desperately trying to restore the world title's credibility... but even if I wipe HB out of existence, there is still one other champion.  A man who retired on top with the belt.  The belt will always look like second place until I can prove myself against you...

[While booing this entire segment, the crowd is starting to get excited.]

Radu Matei: So... ONE LAST TIME...

[POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Radu Matei: For Adrian Tanner's memory...

[MEGA POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Radu Matei: Will you lace those boots back up, and let me defend this WORLD TITLE against you at the Memorial Super show???

[BLOW THE ROOF OFF POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jeremy Tucker: I can't believe what we're hearing!

Andrew Fulton: Well after the way Blain bungled the #1 contender match, Radu needs a challenger for the PPV - and I think we can all agree that Vile Vince Viper kicks the shit out of Morgan and Maddox.

Jeremy Tucker: That's not even a slight!

[Flashbulbs go off throughout the arena.]

Radu Matei: You and me, Vile, <holding up the title> give me a chance to make this belt great again!!!












[.......] 

















Vile "Vince" Viper: Sorry.

[Audience deflates.]

Radu Matei <flinch>: I figured if you ever came out of retirement... it would be at an Adrian Tanner event.

Vile "Vince" Viper: You're not wrong, Rad.  In fact, I have been in contractual negotiationsss for the last month for just such an appearance.





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[The audience is getting excited again.]



Vile "Vince" Viper: Sssee its no secret that Adrian Tanner's DREAM match was me taking on Cobryn.

[Ok, the audience is getting excited again.]

Vile "Vince" Viper: Adrian was on record... the one match he would kill to see was me and Cobryn doing our thing.

[This is it!!!!!!]

Vile "Vince" Viper: Of course, Cobryn is a flakier fuck than me... that's his only edge... so despite the challenges, the shit I talked about him, the horrible things I did to Tanner's memory with Zombie Adrian Tanner just to get a rise out of the lazy douche...

[Editor: See SWAT Atantic Coast]

Vile "Vince" Viper: The ssselfisssh ssshit was no where to be ssseen.  Now here we are a month out from a Memorial show, and Cobryn is actually on the roster.  Probably only for another week, but long enough to sign the contract.  The stars are aligning.  I can finally give Adrian the memorial he deserves as oppose to the self-serving meaningless horseshit that usually goes down on these shows.  So I sent out some feelers.  Would that match be interesting to SSSWAT management?

Jeremy Tucker: It would be interesting to all of us!

Andrew Fulton: I don't care what it costs, MAKE VIPER COBRYN HAPPEN!!!

Vile "Vince" Viper: They responded with... we like it, but Cobryn is tagging with Jonnie Valentine.  If we somehow didn't have the two of them together on one show it might upset them, and its really important to have them back.  One guy who is only coming back for a one-shot versus two guys who are in it for the long haul. <shrug> I can do the math.  Makes sense from a business perspective, right?

[The audience boo their heads off, FUCK BUSINESS PERSPECTIVE!]

Vile "Vince" Viper <furrows brow>: But here's the thing... the lassst two yearsss... all that time I spent with SSSWAT.  I was doing that for Tanner's memory.  Keeping a fed he cared about alive, even when it didn't benefit me to be here.  Management is finally given a chance to do something similar that Adrian would have gotten a kick out of, and its not a priority for them? 


That doesn't sit well with me.

Radu Matei <waiting for the other boot to drop>: So you're going to get revenge, setting the fed on fire?



Vile "Vince" Viper <smiles, then stops>: No.  Actually I'm going to resent the hell out of the time and support I gave this federation, curse Soutter's name for continuing to exploit Tanner to trick old hands into coming back, and NEVER STEP FOOT IN THIS PLACE AGAIN.



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[Vile starts to unmic, having said his piece.]



Radu Matei: ...So this is it?



Vile "Vince" Viper: There isn't enough money to get me back to this shit hole.



Radu Matei: ....Then this is my last chance.

#BUMP#

BIGGEST POP OF THE NIGHT!!!!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Radu Matei attacking Vile "Vince" Viper!  The world champion DESPERATE to get a win over the former, undefeated world champion!  Even though he should be resting for his Night of Champions' defence, he's trying to do right by the title and the federation!  I don't like the man but you have to give Radu Matei all the credit in the world as a fighting champion!

Andrew Fulton: Vile doesn't look pleased - firing off a few shots of his own.  Enough to hurt Radu, but not enough to put on a show.  He isn't being paid to wrestle.  Doing just enough to keep the champion at bay, but Matei is a MAN POSSESSED!

Jeremy Tucker: Trading blow for blow, Radu and Vile brawling on top of the Roach Motel - and audience is on fire!  I can't believe what we're seeing!

Andrew Fulton: Believe it!  Matei will stop at nothing to restore the lustre to the world title, and I don't want to get into what Vile said, because I want to keep my job, but there is no way he's coming back.  So this is it!!

Jeremy Tucker: Matei still showing serious damage from his defences against Timeless, Lucky Linda and Brewster - its not hard to find a bruise to punch, and Triple V is punching all of them.  Still, he picked this fight, and he's not backing down!

Andrew Fulton: Viper trying to knock Radu off the motel with --- SATAN'S STRUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Jeremy Tucker: NO!  Slightly off the mark as the hotel shakes... violently.  What's going on?

Andrew Fulton: I know they are really brawling around, but the building seem to be shaking from the first floor.  I'm hearing a lot of clanging sounds, and we're like a hundred feet away with a deafening audience which is absolutely on FIRE as Viper narrowly avoids an Okamade Press!

Jeremy Tucker: Viper with those razor sharp claws, ripping Radu's tuxedo to shreds - and drawing blood from those heavily bandaged ribs.  Matei should be resting up for the Night of Champions, but desperate to defend the title's honour here tonight!

Andrew Fulton: Series of headbutts knocks our last Rumble winner from eviscerating our current champ.  Radu now charging after Viper with a Scorpion Strike ----

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Jeremy Tucker: NO!  Something stopped him from running forwards... kind of tripped him... did... did a sledge hammer just come through the second story, through the floor and catch him in the foot?

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Andrew Fulton: There it is again!

Jeremy Tucker: Viper throwing Radu into the bathroom mirror, but the champ coming off it with a forearm smash that sends VVV backwards, through a wall and into the living room.  The floor is getting knocked out!

Andrew Fulton: That's Alex Tu----- CHIANTI!!!  CHIANTI ARE GOING TO TOWN ON THAT ROACH MOTEL SET WITH SLEDGE HAMMERS, RIPPING IT DOWN!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Matei and Viper oblivious on the top floor of the structure as they find new ways to spill each others blood, but now on the first floor, Chianti are caving in support beams!  WHAT ARE THEY THINKING?

Andrew Fulton: Viper again going for the Satan's Strut - but Radu Matei ducking under it, and trying to lock on a Centipede Lock!!!  If he can choke Viper out, that's all the vindication the world title needs!

Jeremy Tucker: It's almost on---------

#CRASH#

[Half a wall crumbles off, starting more violent shaking.  Arms covered in blood, its not easy, but it is possible for Viper to slip out of the Centipede Lock - which is what the snake does, diving from the third floor ledge down to the raised entrance way.]

#CRASH#

[...Seconds before the third floor caves in, dragging Matei down.  Joey Morelli and Timeless Alex Turner burst through a first floor tarp to avoid debris.  More floor boards cave in after Matei, followed by the chair, and bed, and second floor collapsing.  It doesn't take long for more scaffolding to buckle leaving an impressive cloud of dust.]

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Jeremy Tucker: CHIANTI have just destroyed the Roach Motel!  Raised it to the ground!  RADU MATEI WAS AT THE CENTRE OF THAT COLLAPSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton: And more importantly, they saved Viper from being choked out by Matei!  He was THIS close knocking the former world champion out!  ...don't tell Vile I said that.

Jeremy Tucker: That is NOT the most important thing Andrew.  Matei could be seriously injured.  One of the walls still standing.  Just waiting for the smoke to clear... any sign of him?

Andrew Fulton: That... I know the materials are a joke, but that's a good ton of crap that fell on top of him.

Jeremy Tucker: Chianti seemed pleased with themselves!  Its not enough to poison the man, and put him in a match that gives you an advantage, you have to DROP A BUILDING ON HIM!!!!  Wait, I'm seeing him, pinned under that bedframe, but he's moving an arm!  Thank goodness.  We are going to need medical attention out here.

[From up on the raised entrance ramp, VVV looks down at the world champion, squirming under the weight of his interview segment.]

Vile "Vince" Viper: Matei... take it from me...

[Joey Morelli leans into the last wall, sending it crashing down on the world champion.]

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

[His head now obscured by broken boards and panelling, Radu Matei's arm is still visible, but the blood pooling around it is not encouraging.]

Vile "Vince" Viper: ...It'sss not worth it.

[Turning his back on this latest SWAT scene, the former world champion walks away.]

Jeremy Tucker: MEDICS!  SECURITY!!!

Andrew Fulton: Look at Joey, I think he's pleased with himself.

Jeremy Tucker: The stupid, smug son of a bitch.  He's going to be our next world champion!

Andrew Fulton: What fight does Matei have left.  Joey Morelli has already beaten him.

[The audience start throwing trash at Morelli, as Chanti stand over the fallen champion, crushed like a bug.]

[Jonnie Valentine]

[Tong Fairtex and "Pretty Over" Jonnie Valentine are still brawling in the backstage area of the Boston Gardens Arena. Fairtex gets the advantage and decks Jonnie into a pile of cardboard boxes. All the boxes fall on top of Jonnie. Fairtex, panting, walks away. Ronnie the Merch Guy walks over to the pile of boxes]

Ronnie the Merch Guy: (takes cigar out of his mouth) There you are, kid. I's been lookin all over for yous. Where were you?

Jonnie Valentine: (kicking some boxes away) Sorry, had a little thing to take care of.

[Jonnie stands up and dusts himself off]

Jonnie Valentine: How'd we do?

Ronnie the Merch Guy: Not good, kid.

[Jonnie looks at the overall sales so far]

Jonnie Valentine: Gadzooks. Gad, fuckin zooks. What do you think the problem is?

Ronnie the Merch Guy: (chomps on his cigar) Ain't it obvious?

Jonnie Valentine: I'm getting fat?

Ronnie the Merch Guy: Eh, it ain't 2001 no mores, but I was referring to yer tag team partner.

Jonnie Valentine: Cobryn? But he's my best friend.

[Cobryn walks by]

Jonnie Valentine: Hey buddy!

[Cobryn just flips him off as he walks past]

Jonnie Valentine: Love ya! He's so sweet. (Ronnie stares) When you get to know him. He likes ham. You have any kids?

Ronnie the Merch Guy: Look, we're taking a bath on these bowties tonight, and I ain't a fan of baths. Your partner is stinkin up his end of the bargain. I mean did you see his ring entrance? There was no wigglin. There was no shimmyin. He was barely showin off the meat & potatoes.

Jonnie Valentine: That is true. I don't think one lady in there was warm for his form.

Ronnie the Merch Guy: I didn't see one lady fannin herself out there, kid. Dat ain't good.

Jonnie Valentine: You're right. What should we do? I bought Cobryn a gallon of body oil for our Friendaversary. I later found it in the trash.

Ronnie the Merch Guy: Is that why yous was cryin?

Jonnie Valentine: What do I do?

Ronnie the Merch Guy: Ya gotta cut em loose. The Stylistics can't go on this way. It's killin our bottom line.

Jonnie Valentine: What? I can't do this to Cobryn. It would break his heart. His entire life he's wanted to shake his booty for the ladies. It's all he has!

Ronnie the Merch Guy: This is a tough business, kid.

[Jonnie sighs. He walks over to Cobryn's locker room. He knocks on the door]

Jonnie Valentine: (knocks on the door) Cob?

Jonnie Valentine: (knocks on the door) Cobry?

Jonnie Valentine: (knocks on the door) Cobryn? (talks through the door) Hey, it's me. Jon Jon. Look, I know you're kinda glum over losing to Strike Force and Team Fairtex. And I get that. Believe me. But look, I've been talking to Ronnie. You remember Ronnie? (knocks on the door) Cob? Ya there? Anyway, he said we might think about bringing in a new member of the Stylistics. What do you think? Cobryn? Well, that's not exactly true. We would be bringing in a new member, we would just not have you as a member...any more. You know? (knocks on the door) Cob?

[Rajiv Khan opens the door]

Rajiv Khan: WHAT??

Jonnie Valentine: Oh, sorry. I thought this was...how do you like bowties?

[Khan slams the door]

Ronnie the Merch Guy: Boss. Cobryn's gone. I found this note.

Jonnie Valentine: (reads it)

Ronnie the Merch Guy: What's it say?

Jonnie Valentine: Nothing good. He's quitting The Stylistics. How could he do this to us?

Ronnie the Merch Guy: That no good rat.

Jonnie Valentine: This is bad, Ron. We need someone to help us move these bowties. He's gotta be good. But most of all, he's got to be sexay.

Ronnie the Merch Guy: But who Jon Jon? Who's that sexay?

[Jonnie Valentine and Ronnie stand there pondering. Moments pass. Production assistants walk through the shot. Eventually they just begin setting up for the next backstage segment around a profoundly thinking Jonnie and Ron]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: This is our Main Event!


Andrew Fulton: Well, let's be honest with ourselves. It wouldn't be if our World Heavyweight Champion Radu Matei wasn't busy defending his title against "The Godson of SWAT" Joey Morelli at the Night of Champions pay-per-view for the XHF Network.


Jeremy Tucker: It's been a fine year for Chianti's own Joey Morelli. In the ring he and his partner "Timeless" Alex Turner won the 2019 Anzac Cup as a team, SWAT Owner Joe Pesci just threw together.


Andrew Fulton: They have been pretty inseparable ever since.


Jeremy Tucker: Outside the ring he is now the silent COO of Shrouded Enigma Entertainment, where he was at one time on and off air General Manager as well.


Andrew Fulton: Don't forget the kid also owns minority stock of Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition beside majority owners Joe Pesci and Steven J. Duarte. But most of all he is married to that hot piece of ass "The Milf" Candice Morelli!


Jeremy Tucker: That's not her nickname!


Andrew Fulton: It is for me! Cum on JT..let a guy dream a little!


Jeremy Tucker: Dreaming is one thing but drooling at the drop of her name is something entirely different.


Andrew Fulton: I can't help it. Freya Blaze keeps me all charged up..hahaha!


Jeremy Tucker: Let's talk about our Main Event. A six man tag match between KGB's Paul Soutter and hired henchwoman Joanne Canelli and get this..a mystery partner of Joe Pesci's choosing!


Andrew Fulton: That third person may make or break KGB depending on who it is. 


Jeremy Tucker: Against the team of Frostbite, the work horse Alex Withers and the craziest sob in the business, Psychotic Goth..they better have a very good partner. Who will it be?


Andrew Fulton: Maybe it's "The Ruler" Paul Blair? He's been everywhere tonight.


Jeremy Tucker: For our sakes I hope not. Look what he did in the Calum Morgan vs. Mike Maddox match!


Andrew Fulton: I thought Blair did a great job-


Jeremy Tucker: What!?


Andrew Fulton: Hey it was a double pin draw..you can't get any equalier than that! Hahahaha!


Jeremy Tucker: Maybe the mystery partner is a returning superstar we haven't seen in awhile. A guy like the man they call Menace?


Andrew Fulton: Maybe..you just never know with Pesci.


Jeremy Tucker: Speculation is over here comes our ring announcer--


["Bro Code", by Brantley Gilbert blares over the PA and Paul Blair jumps over the guardrail with a mic in his hand. The fans boo loudly.]

Jeremy Tucker: Blair is the ring announcer?


Paul Blair: Thank you for that ovation! Wow what a night of Blair it's been so far. Now..for the Main Event of the evening..first coming down the aisle..From the Depth of Hell..standing 6 feet and 5 iches..235 POUNDS...PSSSYYYCHOTTTTIC GOOOTTTH!


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

Paul Blair: And his partner..From Lansing, Detroit, Michigan..standing 6 foot tall on a step stool..weighing 170 points soaking wet...ALLLLLLEX WIIIITHERS! 


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

Paul Blair: And their partner...from the South Pole..standing 8 feet tall and weighing 425 pounds...FRRROSTY THE SNOWMAAAAAN!!

["Frosty the Snowman" rocks the arena but nobody comes out. Laughter runs throughout as Blair just smiles before he speaks.]


Paul Blair: My bad..see Franky..I told you I wasn't trying to take your job. Finally something Paul Blair is not good at? That's because I'm great at it! What I meant to say is their partner..from Boulder, Colorado..standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing in at a rough and ready 225 pounds..the Cold Hearted Bastard....FROOOSTY THE NO-MAN..I stand corrected...FRRROOOSTBIIITE!

Paul Blair: It's cold in here..it's cold in here..brrrrr..there must be a Cold Hearted Bastard in the atmosphere!

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


Paul Blair: Testy today, aren't we there, Frosty? And their opponents..representing the KGB..first from The Jersey Shore, New Jersey..standing at a gorgeous 5 feet 11 inches..weighing in at a vivacious 135 pounds..THE JERSEY DEVIL DIVA....JOAAAAANNNE CANNNNELLLLI!

[The house lights go down, as a spotlight goes over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the back of the entrance way, as Courtesy Call by Thousand Foot Krutch begins to play. A picture of the Italian Flag appears on the screen with the letters F.B.I over the flag, with the words "FULL BLOODED ITALIAN" is written underneath. It soon changes to scenes of mob hits, newspaper clippings from just recent to the late 1900's, but soon changes once again, to shots of the Mafioso, sitting in a large office, and in limos, and in arena's from times since past. The spotlight focuses on four figures figures standing at the back of the ramp. This is Joanne and her bodyguards. They make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle with Reno and Rude on either side, and Scarpaci following behind, , talking among themselves ignoring the crowd around them. When they reach the ring, Reno holds open the ropes for her, as she slips inside, only to follow behind and stand in the middle of the ring, around her. She removes her jacket, and hands it to one of the guys, before they head out of the ring.]


Paul Blair: And her partner..from Melbourne, Australia..a towering 6 foot 2 inches..weighing in at a trim and slim 364 pounds..The Mad Dog..PAUUUUUL SOOOOUUUITTTER!

["Peel It Back", by Ice T loudly plays over the house PA. Soutter comes out wearing attire with the KGB logo. He walks around the ring and gives high fives to Rude and Reno which riles the fans at ringside. Soutter gets into the ring and glares at Frostbite before walking over to Joanne.]


Paul Blair: And there partner and third person on the team...Me! PAAAUUL BLAAAAIIR!


["Bro Code", by Brantley Gilbert blares over the PA again and Blair smiles as he soaks in the boos! He looks at Withers and Frostbite then finally Goth and laughs. Out of nowhere he Blair Kicks Alex Withers over the top rope and onto the arena floor where Rude and Reno start kicking the unconscious Alex Withers.]


Paul Blair: Nah, just kidding! Their real partner..from New Hope, Minnesota..standing a tall and sexy 6 feet 3 inches..weighing a perfect 262 pounds..TIIIIIMELESSS ALLLLEX TURRRRNNNER! 

["Eternity" by Orion (The Chillout edition) blares over the PA and out runs Timeless. He runs to the now empty ring. Vampira jumps in the ring and runs at Timeless but instead she is met with a huge Boob First Spear by Roxy! The two roll around in the ring then to the outside.]


Andrew Fulton: Cat fight! Cat fight!


[The officials come out to break everything up but there is too much going on. They get between Roxy and Vampira finally and escort them to the back still trying to get their hands on each other.]


[Blair puts down the mic as he jumps over the guardrail and gets back to the seat he claimed to have bought.]


[Reno and Rude bring a unconscious Alex Withers over to the South Pole announcers booth. They hold Withers down. Out slowly walking to the ring is Bruno. Frostbite and Goth try to help Withers but Soutter first starts brawling with Goth and Joanne cuts off Frostbite who tries to get ahold of Soutter. Joanne with a Spear that sends Frostbite down quickly.]


[Bruno soaking wet from sweat from just walking to the ring starts to climb a ladder Rude set up by the South Pole announcers table. Bruno slowly climbs it then jumps off onto Withers crashing thru the table.]


Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer: That look like the Santa Splash! The South Pole Announcers booth looks like it's been through a slay wreck here on the XHF NETWORK!


Clay Doll: You slay me!


[Timeless grabs the mic Blair dropped.]

Timeless: I got passion in my pants and im not afraid to show it.

Crowd: I'm sexy and I know it.

Timeless: No. You're not. I (points to himself with his thumb ) AM!

And to all of the geniuses in the crowd asking yourselves. Is Timeless the mystery partner.  We got one thing to say to you.

Roxylishus:  Duh.

I am SIR WINSALOT and

We are CHIANTI! And we are down with the KGB.

Frostbite. Withers. GOTH. Welcome to the big leagues. We built this house. You want to burn it down? Not on my watch you fuckin' blow hearts.


We like to Root and make all the Loot!

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

We break your heart and tear you apart!

We make Stacks and just broke Wither's back!

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

I am the Ultimate Male Supreme!

Every breathing Woman’s Wet Dream!

A God Damn Wrestling Machine!

[Unfadable.]


Andrew Fulton: Withers has to STAY DOWN. I think the KGB just broke his Damn back!


[Officials restore order. They have Frostbite and Goth on one side of the ring and Timeless, Soutter and Joanne on the other. Another group is putting Withers on a gurney and racing him back for medical attention.] 


Jeremy Tucker: The referee Anderson Rich has kicked Bruno, Rude and Reno to the back and has barred anybody else from ringside!


Andew Fulton:Too late! The damage has been done!


Jeremy Tucker: Unfortunately, I think you are right! This is now a three on two match!


Andrew Fulton: Four if you count the "Head Bandit in Charge" Paul Soutter twice!


Jeremy Tucker: Timeless and Frostbite start off and Timeless with a Drop Kick to the chin of Frostbite who gets right up.


[Crowd claps.]


Andrew Fulton: Thing of Beauty!


[Frostbite yells at Soutter.]


Frostbite: Get in here you prick Soutter!


[Soutter taunts Frostbite by acting like he's going to tag in but doesn't.]


Jeremy Tucker: An armdrag by Timeless..Frostbite quickly up..Frostbite with a Armdrag of his own. Timeless back up..Armdrag by Timeless on Frostbite..Frostbite back up and a Armdrag of his own and listen to these people cheer!


Andrew Fulton: These two are playing anything you can do I can do better!


Timeless: Yes I can!


Frostbite: No you can't!


[Timeless fakes a armdrag and pulls Frostbite down by his hair. Frostbite pops up and nails Timeless with a DDT and goes for the pin.]


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


Andrew Fulton: Just broken up by Joanne!


Jeremy Tucker: That was close.


[Timeless tags Soutter!]


Andrew Fulton: He we go!!


Jeremy Tucker: This place has just exploded..finally Soutter vs. Frostbite!!


[Soutter fakes a punch then taunts Frostbite. Frostbite charges Suit but he quickly tags in "The Don" Joanne Canelli.]


Andrew Fulton: Haha. Soutter is really frustrating Frostbite!


[Joanne runs in and her and Frostbite lock up. Joanne comes out of the lock up swinging.]


Jeremy Tucker: 3 hard punches and a head butt sends Frostbite reeling. He quickly tags in Psychotic Goth.


Andrew Fulton: Good tag by Frostbite. Way to get the fresh man in!


Jeremy Tucker: Goth runs at Joanne but he's stopped dead in his tracks.


Andrew Fulton: Testicular Claw by Joanne on Goth and she's holding on tight!


[Goth low blows Joanne with surprisingly some effect. Goth with a Tilt the World Back Breaker and then he goes to the top rope.]


Jeremy Tucker: Hurricanrana/Code Red Armbreaker off top turnbuckle!! The Vertigo pin (pinning using the ropes for leverage)!!


Andrew Fulton: 1...2..Suit with the save. 


Jeremy Tucker: Big save by the KGB'S Head Bandit in Charge! He lifts Goth up and puts him in between his legs..Joanne is holding Goth's legs in the air. Spike Piledriver!! 


[Frostbite races into the ring and almost gets his hands on Suit but Suit gets out just in time. Timeless Spears Frostbite thru the ropes and hard to the outside floor.]


Andrew Fulton: Joanne covers Goth..the referee slow to the count getting Suit out who was trying to get back in there. 1...2..KICK OUT by Goth!!


[Joanne delivers a Reverse Neck Tie Neck Breaker and looks at Soutter who smiles.]


Jeremy Tucker: Shades of The Ravishing One..Rick Rude!!


[Joanne sets Goth up in the corner with his legs spead open. Soutter throws in first a hockey stick then a rock hard hockey puck. Soutter runs in and douses the hockey puck with lighter fluid. He grins and pulls a lighter out from his pants and lights the puck on fire. Joanne winds up then hits the fire puck into the crotch of Goth.]


Andrew Fulton: Score! Talk about crotch burn..my God!!


Jeremy Tucker: Goth is on fire!


Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!


Andrew Fulton: Burn baby burn..disco inferno! Fire crotch!


[Frostbite gets up from outside the ring and ties Timeless' long hair to the guardrail. He looks under the ring and grabs the fire extinguisher. He runs to Goth's corner and sprays white foam that put his fire crotch out. Frostbite then smashes Timeless over the head with the fire extinguisher spilling blood everywhere.]


Jeremy Tucker: Joanne runs up to Goth in the corner and Testicular Claw Slams him in the middle of the ring...1...2..3!!


Andrew Fulton: Frostbite just in time with another save. He Tornado DDT's Joanne!! He pulls Goth over to him and jumps out and makes the tag!


Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite is back in!! Joanne goes to make the tag to Soutter but a German Suplex by Frostbite on Joanne.


Andrew Fulton: Timeless is trying to get his hair untied from the guardrail!


[Frostbite boots Soutter in the face and he goes flying over the rope and onto the floor! Joanne gets up with her back to Frostbite who delivers another German Suplex. Then the Wind chill factor.. ( drop throat across top ropes as they fall back hit them with Crossroads.) followed by the Snow Storm (Face First Face Buster) .]


Jeremy Tucker: SNOW STORM!! SNOW STORM!! THE COVER ON JOANNE!


Andrew Fulton: No!


Jeremy Tucker: 1...2...3!! Frostbite has won it for his team!


Andrew Fulton: I don't believe it. They had a one teammate disadvantage after Withers got taken out before the match even started!


Jeremy Tucker: We are out of time. Listen to these people cheer as Frostbite is the Man of the Hour defeating insurmountable odds!! See you next week!


[Show fades to Soutter and Frostbite staring each other down in the middle of the ring.]