Battleground #16 :Mass Effect! (Show)

[King Syberus]

[The camera opens on Syberus, whisking eggs.]

[He is being careful not to overwhisk, that's a thing.]

Syberus: So one match down in my grand return to SWAT, a federation I will now never leave, and one great victory under my belt. I mean, it's not like I have any doubt about my ability to beat two guys so obscure they were likely just two Paul Soutters in disguise, but that's neither here nor there.

[Syberus adds a pint of cream and continues to whisk.]

Syberus: It's still nice to know that after a few years out of the biz I can still waltz my way into the ring and beat a certain calibre of opponent 30 seconds after entering the building. Granted that calibre of opponent was essentially non descript ghost people, insignificant roster filler you might call them, not even real human beings one might suggest, but still, it's a victory. Now the great Syberus moves on to yet another challenge of monstrous proportion; Robbie Cox and DRAMA.

BUT CHECK THIS OUT.

I also have to carry the disinterested mass of Todd Snyder with me while I do it.

I'm not saying it's beyond my abilities to carry a tag partner to success - after all I once tagged with Rally Jackson. But it's a mild inconvenience I have to say.

[Syberus tips in a cup of sugar and folds.]

Syberus: Todd... let me give you a little peice of advice. Show up, stand on the apron, do the thing where you slap on the turnbuckle to build up the crowd, and stay out of the way. If you make the greivous mistake of actually stepping through the ropes, I may get you confused with the other lesser life forms in there with me and fold you like a deck chair. And we don't want that. You're young. I think. You have a future. Perhaps.

[Syberus pours the mixture into a bain marie and stirs gently over a low heat.]

Syberus: Other guys, let me introduce myself. I'm the great Syberus. You may remember me from shows such as, being the greatest wrestler of all time. But you probably don't - it was more than five minutes ago and these days if shit isn't injected into your brain directly from Instagram on a continuous basis you don't realise it exists.

Vaping Millenial Douchebag: Huhuhuhuh Instagram? Everyone's using HoobleCrank get with it.

Syberus: Yes, times change. And yet some times stay the same. Like the effectiveness of impacting human skull onto wrestling mat. Like severing muscle from bone. Like just generally being the great Syberus in a sea of insignificant peons.

I'm here for a purpose- and it may surprise you that said purpose is not DRAMA and Robbie Cox. I'm here for the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship. I'm here to put that belt around my waist and prove once again to the the best that's ever done this thing.

You are wasting my time.

DRAMA, Robbie, you guys are about to step into the ring with someone who's bested the likes of Robert Hunglestein III, Kilroy Evans, Andrew Karnage, Dan Stein, Lucifer Jones... Todd, you're about to stand where the great Adrian Tanner Jnr. once stood. In my corner. On my team.

You people don't deserve the match you're about to have. Yet here we are. Gotta start at the bottom. Gotta earn that shot. Well fine, let's earn it with the tortured screams of two guys that probably forgot they signed up to the fed in the first place.

Todd... let's not make it three.

[Fade.]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Our upcoming match is Wildcat Lynn Brewster v Kim. This should go be mad.

Andrew Fulton : Oh please bring me more blood I love blood and people in massive gruelling pain.

Jeremy Tucker : Here we go as Brewster and Kim does a collar/elbow tie up and right now seems pretty even and Brewster turns to her side hip tosses Kim. And Kim sitting in the corner in surprise.

Andrew Fulton : And from looks of it may be trouble later on in this match for Brewster as well if she can manage to piss off Kim.

Jeremy Tucker : Kim gets up as Lynn tries to catch Kim off guard and Kim does a 360 turn and clotheslines Lynn with authority. And Kim over top of Lynn showing her cockiness in the ring.

Andrew Fulton : I told you it’d come back to bite Lynn Brewster. As Lynn rolls over to get up Kim delivers a elbow drop and another elbow and a third elbow drop to Brewster as she is thriving in pain from the onslaught of Kim.

Jeremy Tucker : Kim grabs handful of hair and lifts her up to drop her with a brainbuster and going in for an early pin.


REF COUNTS


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KICK OUT

Andrew Fulton : Wow only a one count, Lynn slowly gets to her feet as Kim charges in at her and Lynn delivers a back body drop sending Kim crashing on the corner buckles.

Jeremy Tucker : Lynn looks over and smiles and drags Kim by the hair to the middle of the ring leaving her flat as Lynn bounces off the ropes and delivers a brutal knee to the chest of Kim.

Andrew Fulton : Damn now Lynn bouncing off again and lands another knee to the forehead of Kim. You know I am super excited about the Main Event tonight. Radu v Frostbite.

Jeremy Tucker : I know everyone is looking to see how that title match will turn out. But right now Lynn grabs another handful of hair and just tosses Kim from one corner to the next with force. And now Lynn bouncing off the corner to do a Stinger Splash onto Kim and Kim drops to the mat. And Lynn drags her right into position and heads to the top rope and turns around. And BAMMMM Moonsault on Kim as Lynn goes for the cover.


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Andrew Fulton : Damn both ladies do not want to lose tonight as Kim literally I think used all her power to kick out telling Lynn she has some gas left in the tank. You Know I think Frostbite freezes his way to become the new champion but thats just my opinion.

Jeremy Tucker : Well I can't make a choice. But Lynn is showing some frustration not being able to get a three count. Lynn stands in position stalking Kim as she turns and lands a Superkick with force. Kim drops like a ton of bricks.

Andrew Fulton : Yes Pain and Misery. Lynn needs to cover and she is not she takes up Kim irish whip to the corner and backflips to the other corner doing a back elbow on Kim.

Jeremy Tucker : Lynn heads to the middle now top rope and Kim comes over she grabs Kim's head and delivers a Tornado DDT.

Andrew Fulton : I think its over for Kim. But look behind you Lynn.

Jeremy Tucker : Kim is up quick and Lynn turns to get a faceful of boot to the mouth dropping Lynn and she hangs onto the top rope. Kim rolls her up and covers for the pin.


REF COUNTS-


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KICK OUT.

Andrew Fulton : How did she kick out of that roll up Kim even rolled her feet on the ropes to get advantage

Jeremy Tucker : I do not know but Kim rolled to her feet waiting on Lynn as Lynn ducks from a Black Mass Roundhouse Kick. Lynn kicks the mid section and nails a DDT. Lynn now is mad. She sitting on top of Kim delivering blows to the head and face as Kim trying to cover up.

Andrew Fulton : Ref is moving off Lynn as Kim gets up slowly and pokes the eye of Lynn, and Lynn turns around like nothing happens and delivers a punch right to the jaw. Now that was a better knockout punch than Lacy Evans’ Woman's right.

Jeremy Tucker : I do not think Kim is getting up from that. Lynn covers Kim.


REF COUNTS.


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Andrew Fulton : Holy hell at 2 and 9/10ths. Lynn is up wondering if that was a three count and she is beside herself not knowing what to do. Kim is up awaits Lynn to turn around kicking Lynn in the gut and lifting her up and BAM Powerbomb.

Jeremy Tucker : This is unreal where is Kim getting the strength. Kim lays on her for the pin and not even a count so rolls up to her feet and takes Kim and Modified fallaway slam and nails the sidewalk slam. That is it she nails it Kim is out. Lynn is worn out and she covers Kim slowly. Ref out of position.


REF COUNTS-


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3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BELL RINGS DING DING DING


Andrew Fulton It took Lynn to nail a finisher even after suffering a Powerbomb. Lynn nails her finisher fallaway to sidewalk slam.


Frank Salazar : WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL WILDCAT LYNN BREWSTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

[King Syberus]

[The camera opens on the great Syberus. The best wrestler to have ever walked the earth. Maybe you know him. Maybe you don't. It doesn't change the fact that he is, and will always be. Syberus sits back on the bench in his locker room leaning against the cold cinder block wall. He dons his wrestling gear, of course, for the time is nigh, and a “Pure Confidence 1981: A Good Year” T-shirt.]

[Syberus tightens his wrist tape, and looks into the camera.]

Syberus: You know what I did this morning? I looked back at some of my old tapes. It's been a long time since I've done that. Since I left the business I mean. I packed my bags and hung up the boots and the entire wrestling industry, something that I once lived, and breathed, and bled for was reduced to a few prideful anecdotes round the barbecue. For the better part of 10 years.

[Soutter's ears prick up, wherever he is, at the mention of barbecue. Somehow, Syberus knows this.]

Syberus: Not now, fat man.

[An audible agonised “strewth!” can be heard from elsewhere.]

Syberus: But as I watched those tapes, it struck me. I mean really struck me, how different I am today. Because if you went back to me in 2006, 2007, doing all those great things at the top of the very top wrestling promotion we've ever seen, I would have never believed there could come a day that I would... forget that feeling I had back then. That feeling of what this all meant.

[He gestures around him.]

Syberus: This isn't me being the arrogant heel- yeah, it's 2019 now, we can say heel, but you people aren't to the standard that I faced in those years. Those golden years of professional wrestling. But that's not your fault. You didn't have the Cyrus Williams' to learn off. You didn't have the Andrew Karnage's and the Jonnie Valentine's. And you know what? You didn't have the great Syberus's either.

We all abandoned our posts. We neglected our responsibilities. We left you fuckers to fend for yourselves. And given that you children can't tell your assholes from your elbows, that spells disaster.

[Syberus takes a heavy breath, and can't help but let out a chuckle as he leans forward.]

Syberus: Look, I won't beat around the bush any more. I didn't want to do this directly but I'm officially demanding contendership of the SWAT World Heavyweight title.

[The crowd can be heard to cheer at this statement. Syberus takes a moment, looking away from the camera, almost to consider the words for a moment, before nodding.]

Syberus: It's been a long time since I've been truly great.

I'm sorry for that.

Because you need me.

Wrestling needs me.

That belt needs me.

[Syberus cracks his neck]

Syberus: The boogeyman comin'

[Cut.]

[averymccullen]

A Few Words

The scene opens on the beautiful city of Atlanta. The tall buildings loomed over the busy city streets, as the long stretch of river floated by. People enjoyed the late afternoon sun that was high above in the bright blue sky. Tourists made their way through the city taking in the historical sites that littered the city. The camera moves over the city and soon comes to a stop on the Georgia Aquarium. We see two familiar faces walking along the sidewalk toward the steps of the aquarium. It was Avery and Mike Maddox with their little girl Lizzy. Avery smiles as she looks up at the main doors and then back at Mike.

Avery: Do you remember our first date?

Mike: Wait a minute... It was here wasn't it?

Avery nods, smiling.

Avery: Yes. It's funny really, I mean we had our first date here, and no we're bringing our little one here.

Mike: Lets head in.

They head inside, as a few people approach them and ask for photos and autographs. Avery poses for a few pictures as Mike signs autographs.

Voice: There you are...

Avery turns and sees Glamorous Glenda. Avery smiles softly and watches Glenda draw closer.

Avery: How did you know we were here?

GG: I called your hotel and I got one of your cousins. He said that you took you sweet little girl to the aquarium for the day.

Mike: Should have known. I'll go ahead and take Lizzy to see the sting rays.

Avery: Alright. I'll be there shortly.

Mike: Try not to be to long.

Avery: I won't.

Mike kisses her on the cheek and walks off with Lizzy in tow.

GG: She's sweet.

Avery: Thank you.

GG: You're welcome.  Now in just a few days from now, you will be facing off against Joanne Canelli for your title. What is going on in your head right now? I mean you faced off against Linda and you pulled off the win against her.

Avery: Of course I won. I mean she's tried to stop me at every turn, to get my hands on my title, and I finally got it. Now I face off against Joanne Canelli a woman that I have faced before in another company. It's going to be a challenge if nothing else.

GG: What do you think your chances are against Joanne?

Avery: I'm going to give her a fight if nothing else. I mean I know she's going to come at me with everything that she has and I will do everything that I can to defend it and just hold onto it a little longer. I don't want to lose my title and I will put Joanne through hell and back just to keep it.

GG: Joanne has been on a streak lately...

Avery: Yeah a losing one. I mean she lost to Frosty, I mean Frostbite and now she's looking to cash in on my title. What has she done to really earn it? Not much. She's someones lacky.

GG: Do you think that was a little harsh?

Avery: Not really. She's a big girl. She's been around the block more than once and she can handle herself in the ring.

GG: Is there anything else you want to say to Joanne?

Avery: Not really. I mean the two of us don't really have anything against each other, and I know she's going to give me a fight. That's all that matters.  Now if you excuse me, I have to catch up with my husband, and daughter.

GG: Of course. Thank you for your time Avery, and good luck.

Avery starts to walk off leaving Glenda alone as the scene fades to black.

[suzispitz]

Jeremy Tucker : Fans, I'm told that we have a disturbance, somewhere outside of the arena. We're not yet sure what's going on, but our cameras are being sent out to document what the people in the back are saying could be a potentially dangerous situation!

Andrew Fulton : Dangerous for who?!? What are you talking about, Tucker?

The scene cuts to a shot of a fallen security guard, who is bleeding profusely, as two of his fellow guards, and SWAT Chief of Security Cpt. Reefer attempt to help.



Cpt. Reefer : Bill… Bill, can you hear me?

Bill seems weak, as he tries to get up, but can't, even with the somewhat half-hearted help from the other two guards, while blood pours from his head.

His voice is filled, both with fear, and shame, as he replies.

Bill : I hear ya, I hear ya! Did you guys get her?

Cpt. Reefer : What? Did we get who?!? TELL ME WHO DID THIS!

Just then the camera shakes violently, and falls to the ground, causing a quick second of static, before the scene cuts back to ringside, where they are preparing for the next match.

Andrew Fulton : What the hell was that, Jeremy?

Jeremy Tucker : I'm not sure, but whatever it is, let's just hope that security can straighten it out, as soon as possible, but the fact remains, Andrew, that we have a job to do, right here, inside the arena, so let's go back to the ring, for more great SWAT action!

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome back folks, and coming up now, we have some tag team action, DRAMA and Robbie COX have been at each others throats since arriving in SWAT, and now, they find themselves stuck tagging with each other, against the Great Syberus and Tod Snyder.

Andrew Fulton : Anything could happen here, Syberus is truly great and one of the best ever, but i don’t know much about his partner Snyder. Where as Cox and DRAMA have both been more than impressive, but can they play nice together and stay on the same page, my money is saying, No.

Jeremy Tucker : All four men in the ring, and it looks like Syb and Robbie Cox are going to start it out for their respective teams.

Andrew Fulton : Why no entrances for these guys?

Jeremy Tucker : Production must have ran a few too many adds i think. Syb and Cox circling, and referee Joe Davola calls for the bell, we are under way. Cox goes for a right hand and Syb catches him and delivers a nice armdrag.

Andrew Fulton : Syb follows up with a Judo hip toss and then a snap mare, drop kick to the back of the neck of Cox. Cox’s head bobs forward from that drop kick like one of his former movie colleagues almost.

Jeremy Tucker : Let’s not go there Fulton. Syb tags in Snyder and Todd enters the ring and delivers a back wheel kick to Robbie Cox. Cox is struggling to get going here ...

Andrew Fulton : Should have got one of the Amazons to fluff him up before the show.

Jeremy Tucker : You are a fool. Snyder with a knife edge chop, then a 2nd, and a 3rd ... Cox shrugs it off and nails him with a cactus Clothesline! Cox saw an opening, and he pounced on it!

Andrew Fulton : Not the type of opening he is used to working with.

Jeremy Tucker : Give it a rest moron. Robbie Cox nails Snyder with a full nelson bulldog then tags in DRAMA.

Andrew Fulton : DRAMA enters the ring and goes to town on Snyder! Back body drops him! Then running knee strike! Tilt a whirl back breaker by DRAMA!

Jeremy Tucker : DRAMA could go a long way here in SWAT!

Andrew Fulton : Look at him, he is challenging Syb to get in the ring, then locks on a Chin Lock on Snyder.

Jeremy Tucker : Syb looks on completely unfazed, gotta get up early in the morning to get in his head.

Andrew Fulton : He believes in his own ability Jerry, did you hear him earlier, he just threw his name down to become World Champion.

Jeremy Tucker : Well, he has the credentials, i don’t know how some for the others stars would feel about being leap frogged, but he certainly has the qualifications to be in the picture.

Andrew Fulton : DRAMA tags out to Cox, the two glare at each other as they swap, and Robbie Cox brushes past him and then scoop slams Snyder into the neutral corner ... bronco buster!!! Thats a move right out of his old career play book!

Jeremy Tucker : You are obsessed with that man, give it a break.

Andrew Fulton : He was a big star, i have all the dvd’s at home.

Jeremy Tucker : No doubt. Crossface by Robbie Cox, this could be it, Snyder inching towards the ropes, but wrong corner and eats a boot from DRAMA! Cox releases the hold telling DRAMA he had it won ... DRAMA tags himself in.

Andrew Fulton : Here we go. This isn’t going to be pretty.

Jeremy Tucker : DRAMA with a swinging neck breaker on Snyder, and Robbie Cox drops from the apron and moves over towards DRAMA’s valet Miss Violet and starts putting the moves on her.

Andrew Fulton : She could be his next co star.

Jeremy Tucker : That’s disgusting! DRAMA flies out of the ring and spears Robbie Cox! His own partner!

Andrew Fulton : I knew this would happen!

Jeremy Tucker : DRAMA throws Cox back into the ring, and then grabs Violet, and they are taking off!

Andrew Fulton : Davola is calling it a tag, and Snyder has made it to Syb also! Syb now in there with Robbie Cox, but Cox doesn’t know and he is yelling at DRAMA over the rope ...

Jeremy Tucker : REAR NAKED CHOKE!!! Syb with the rear naked choke on Robbie Cox! Go one Fulton, make some smutty comment about THAT!

Andrew Fulton : Well, i was going to say it reminds me of a scene from Robbie does ....

Jeremy Tucker : Can it Fulton! Syb has Cox gone for all money with this rear naked choke, ref in there checking on him ... and Syb releases the hold!

Andrew Fulton : He had it won right there!

Jeremy Tucker : PURE CONFIDENCE!!!! (Edgecution / Impaler DDT with a single underhook on the outside arm) NOW ITS OVER!!!

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

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

THREE!!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : The Great Syberus and i guess Todd Snyder victorious! Cox is going to be filthy with DRAMA after this one.

Jeremy Tucker : Them two need to settle it in the ring.

Andrew Fulton : Or in the sheets.

Jeremy Tucker : Good lord. Great win Syb!

["Two Notes Shy Of An Octave" by Red City Radio hits and Referee Joe Davola raises the hands of Syberus and Todd Snyder in victory.]

Frank Salazar : Winners of the match, the Great Syberus and Todd Synder!!!!

[SWAT Team]

Frank Salazar : The following bout is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, already in th ring, this is DEAVEN BENNETT!

Jeremy Tucker : Well, fans, as you can see, we're set to start our next match, and, Andrew, would you take a look at what great shape Deaven Bennett is in? I've never seen him so pumped for a match.

Andrew Fulton : He'd better be pumped up, his opponent, here, tonight is certifiably insane!

Jeremy Tucker : You're talking, of course, about Tabitha Osborne, who is about to make her entran…

Andrew Fulton : Don't let her hear you say that!

Jeremy Tucker : Say what?

Andrew Fulton : Her real name! She prefers to be called Zolothach! And believe me, Tucker, you don't want to make this woman angry. You wouldn't like her when she's angry! And I've heard rumors!

Jeremy Tucker : Well, murder charges notwithstanding, the fact remains that Deaven is going to have his hands full here, tonight.

Cthulhu” by Gunship begins playing as the lights in the arena dim, and Tabitha Osborne steps out from the back in a dark hooded robe that hides her features from the fans, who boo her somewhat unmercifully.

Andrew Fulton : Uh-oh! Here she comes, Jerry! I hope she bites your ear off too!

Jeremy Tucker : What?

Tabitha ignores the booing crowd, heading straight for the ringside area, and makes her way around the squared circle, to the announcers table, and removes her hooded robe, as she glares ominously at Jeremy Tucker, while Andrew Fulton points at his broadcast partner, and desperately assigns blame...

Andrew Fulton : It was him!

Tabitha slowly folds up her garment, never looking away from Jeremy's eyes, for a rather tense moment, before turning, and walking away.

She lays her robe onto the time keeper’s table like it were a championship title and rolls into the ring.

Jeremy Tucker : Well, that was strange, to say the least. I've never felt so intimidated in all my life.

Andrew Fulton : Intimidation isn't all she's good at! I've seen Zolothach in action before, and I can tell you that Deaven Bennett is in for a rough night!

The referee calls for the bell, and there is a small pop from the fans, as the two competitors cautiously circle the ring, each looking to pick their shots.

Deaven throws a few half-hearted jabs, none of which find their mark, and instead, only serve as an opening for his opponent, who connects with a swift kick to the knee, followed by a spinning backhand to the face.

Andrew Fulton : Did you hear that???

Jeremy Tucker : I think everyone in the arena could hear that, judging from the collective ooh's, and ah's from this capacity crowd, and notice how Deaven is trying to keep his distance, now, as Tabitha Osborne continues in attack mode. I shudder to thin…

Jeremy is suddenly rendered speechless, as Tabitha's hateful glare is snapped toward him, as if she heard him say her given name.

Andrew Fulton : I think she heard you… she looks angry…

Tabitha is hit with a sloppy looking clothesline while she is distracted, knocking her to the mat, as Deaven begins stomping her repeatedly, but she catches his boot on his fifth attempt, and twists his ankle until he falls to the mat.

She quickly moves into a Back Mounted Inverted Face Lock, and applies a great deal of pressure, causing him to yell out in agony, even as he crawls slowly toward the ropes, and holding on desperately, while the referee counts…

1… 2… 3… 4…

Tabitha releases the hold just before the count of five, and gets to her feet, as the referee warns her to let go when he tells her to. She feints a punch at him, and laughs, upon seeing him jump back, for fear of being punched.

Jeremy Tucker : Tabith…

Her glare immediately turns back to him…

Jeremy Tucker : or, ummm… Zolothach, I should say…

Andrew Fulton : Yes, you should! Look! She's about to get out of the ring! I'd run, if I were you!

Just as Tabitha begins to step out to the apron, she is grabbed from behind, by Deaven, who executes a German Suplex, with authority.

Andrew Fulton : HE FOLDED HER UP LIKE A LAPTOP!

Jeremy Tucker : Deaven Bennett, now, in control, as he picks Zolothach up by the hair, and whips her into the corner, but LOOK AT THIS!

Deaven turns his head, and winks at the camera behind him, as he Irish Whips her, sending her speeding toward the corner. Tabitha hops up to the top turnbuckle, almost as if it were second nature to her, as Bennett, who is now finished showing off for the fans, breaks into a sprint, only to be caught completely off guard, by a perfectly executed Missile Dropkick.

Deaven is quick to get back to his feet, but Tabitha is already rebounding from the ropes, and with lightning speed, spears his knees, hard, with a Cannon Ball Legsweep, then hops up, to her feet, standing over her fallen victim, laughing maniacally, as she screams out, even over the boo's of the fans…

Zolothach : Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nag fhtagn!!!

Andrew Fulton : That's it! THAT'S IT! I'm convinced! This woman is batsh*t crazy, Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : Language, please…

Andrew Fulton : Well how would you describe it?!?

Jeremy Tucker : You raise an interesting point, but meanwhile, back in the ring, Deaven Bennett breaks free from a handful of hair, and begins with a series of Open Hand Chops, backing her up into the corner, and…

Andrew Fulton : What's he gonna do here?

Jeremy Tucker : I'm not sure, he picks her up, and sets her on the top turnbuckle, and… Spinebuster from the top rope!

Andrew Fulton : HOW DO YOU FAKE THAT MOVE, TUCKER?!? SHE'S GOT TO BE BROKEN IN HALF!!! We might need medics out here.

Jeremy Tucker : And he's not done yet! He's picking her up…

Andrew Fulton : She can barely stand!

She seems dazed, teetering on her feet, as Deaven mocks her, pretending to be off-balance, and making dumb looking faces, as the fans cheer, and laugh, before he slaps her.

A huge "OHHhhhhh" from somewhat shocked crowd sets a new tone, for the seriousness of the match, as Tabitha suddenly stands completely still, her stringy black hair, covering her face.

He slaps her again, but then, the lights go out, only for a split second, and then come right back on, to the rather creepy sight of Tabitha now standing behind Deaven, licking the side of his face, before whispering into his ear…

Zolothach : I thinks we might look pretty in your skins…

Andrew Fulton : SHE'S BITING HIS EAR!

Deaven screams in pain, as the camera zoom in on Tabitha's teeth, biting down on his ear, then quickly chomping down, three more times, in rapid succession, before applying a Cobra Clutch Sleeper Hold.

Andrew Fulton : Watch this, Tucker, I've seen it before! And it's about to be lights out for Bennett!

She begins spinning him around, adding amazing pressure to the hold.

Jeremy Tucker : She calls this move The Tranq-Out, and there is no escape, once she has it going!

Andrew Fulton : Five, six, seven, how many times is she gonna spin him around?!?

Jeremy Tucker : It looks like ten times, Andrew, and it ends with a not so comfortable landing when she let it go!

Andrew Fulton : He's trying to get up, but it looks like he can barely breath, he's gasping for air, and Tucker, I don't think he's even aware that Zolo's positioning herself to attack again!

Jeremy Tucker : Zolo? You call her Zolo???

Just then, as Deaven attempts to collect his senses, Tabitha wraps him up in a
Reverse Crucifix Armbar, with a Neck Submission that forces him, within mere seconds, to drop to a knee, and tap out.

Andrew Fulton : Wow!

Jeremy Tucker : Wow is right, Andrew, What an amazing move that was, and I'm told it's called The Stars Are Right! And LOOK AT HER NOW! WHAT! WHAT!! WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING!?!

Andrew Fulton : I - I don't know,, Jerry, but… ummm… whatever she's doing… it's CRAZY… it's…

It's SERIAL KILLER-ISH!

Jeremy Tucker : And you just love it, don't you?

Andrew Fulton : Yes… yes, I do.

Well, there you have it, there's your winner, Tab… I mean… Zolo, having her hand raised, by the refere…

Tabitha snaps her hateful glare, once again, toward Jeremy Tucker, and angrily jerks her arm away from the referee, while Andrew points another accusatory finger, and backs away from his broadcast partner, as the scene fades to a commercial break.

[SWAT Team]

[Peel their caps back by Ice T hits as we switch back to the ring, there is a couch and a coffee table and the set of Suites Suite is in the ring. We see the Bandit Mobil heading to the ring, The Suit, Mad Dog Paul Soutter standing in the back of it with The Compton Colossal Bruno beside him, arms folded, muscles bulging and dark sunglasses on. The fans booing, some cheering and showing the KGB colors.].

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

Soutter : Welcome to SUITS SUITE!!! Tonight i have another special guest, and by special, I mean specialI (Suit says it in a handicapped way, eliciting big jeers from the Atlanta crowd).

But more importantly than my guest coming up, let's talk about something REALLY important ... ME!

The Suit!

The Big Bad Bustling Bandit!

The Center of Attention!

Mad Dog Paulie Mutha Fuckin Soutter!

That’s right turkeys. Tonight, I am getting in the ring with one Henry Hells Bouncer (that same handicapped voice) Brown.

HB! You stupid son of a bitch! You got the World title for one reason and one reason only, because WE!!! Being the KGB!!! Allowed it. We even let YOU stand beside ME in the Anzac Cup, and what did you do? You called ME OUT!

You wanted to see if you really were good enough to be a champion, you wanted to see if you really could go with THE SUIT!.

You goddamn fool! Most normal men, they know their own limitations, then, there are those not so normal, who are too god damned stupid to know they have limitations, that think they are just like everyone else! That’s you boy.

Then, not only had you called ME OUT! But you went and cost us the tourney, going down to the Snow Flake Frostbite of all people. He will get his ... next But you punk, you are first!

I have been waiting for this, waiting for what seems like the longest time. You were set to battle me. Suit does the finger quotes Which we all know was drop the belt to me and that meathead Alex Withers falls on a banana peel, crying over losing the Anzac Cup, and hip tosses me right onto IT! Damn near breaking my back! Then, to top it all off, I’m kidnapped in the back of a freakin’ ambulance, but that Cold Hearted Bitch! What happens meanwhile, you run your big dumb mouth, and get into it with Radu, who is clearly leagues above you, and lose your belt, your smile and your health, disappearing.

Smartest thing you ever did, disappearing. That hasn’t lasted long though, has it, cause like a bad smell, literally . You are back, well, time to pay the Piper fool! See you in here shortly.

[Suit prances around the ring, very pleased with his tirade. Then composes himself.]

Soutter : Now, where were we, Suits Suite. Mentally challenged opponents and guests. Let’s do it then, lets bring HER out Wildcat Lynn Brewster .... COME ON DOWN!!!

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

Soutter : Gotta love that stripper music entrance Welcome Lynn, nice to see you.

Brewster : Ever stop to think that maybe I want to make sure I can kick someone’s ass if need be?

Soutter : Whoa. Easy Tiger. That was a compliment.

Lynn glares at Soutter for a couple moments before she does relax ...barely.

Brewster : Then someone needs to give you some brush up lessons on compliments. There are plenty of people around who know how to give them properly. Go talk to one of them.

Soutter : Well, we are both professionals, and veterans, we know how this industry works, and now, we see, you are putting it all on the line next show against the KGB’s own, Joanne Cannelli! Hand picked by my main man, Mr Joe Pesci! You win, SWAT belongs to you, she wins ... you’re fired as GM and Pesci’s SLAVE!

[Lynn is about to sit down but she’s not extremely happy with Soutter’s comment about her upcoming match. She’s trying to keep things on a professional level and not let it get to her, which is exactly what Soutter is trying to do, get her anger up.]

Brewster : Look I put a lot on the line. Unlike you and your buddy, when things got tough and you ...and “Joe” disappeared and people decided they wanted to abandon ship, I came in, I brought the money, and I kept the place together until you two morons decided you wanted to play wrestlers again. Then he returns, along with……

Lynn looks like she might be physically ill.

Brewster: Returns with you and KGB and runs over those who stayed behind. We may have been on the small side when it came to the number game, but this company was finally a true company, like its competitors instead of being stuck in 1970. Instead of the women being made to stay stuck in the locker room we were here in THIS ring, taking on the guys, and we were showing that we were just as tough. Hell in fact let me share a little tidbit…..

Soutter:: Oh, this old tirade crusade..

Brewster: You remember Shannon Damage? Big tit, perhaps big balled woman? She took on Daniel Collins and beat him for the International title. So “sweetie” SWAT had its first intergender champion before Joe decided to vanish like the wind.

Soutter : Oi! Could we loop back around to you putting it all on the line.

Brewster : I put it all on the line because unlike YOU who bailed out, I believe in SWAT. I remember being asked to join, and I still remember signing my very first contract. Back then? I was actually scared to be part of SWAT. But I worked up the courage, and signed and I didn't look back. I wasn't ashamed EVER of being here, unlike some of us in this ring!

Soutter looks around the ring to see if there is suddenly someone else in the ring with the two of them (besides the cameraman and Bruno). But Lynn is started…..

Brewster: I even took the reins, I booked the cards, I made those that stayed with us got paid! Where were you Mister Has Balls the size of Cantaloupes? WHERE?

Soutter : Whoa there! You need to learn to control your temper, it gets you into all these situations you don’t need to be in. We all saw you try your best to sail the ship in our absence, it was admirable, if ill fated. Take the help, collect the big paycheck, enjoy your life, take a look at this crowd! Take a look at the names on the card! Now, look back to when you were in charge, its night and day! You could have become a wealthy women, lived the good life, but you cling to this GM position like its some life line, try and discredit Pesci any opportunity you get, make vague insinuations that you have others in your pocket and on your side. It's embarrassing, and its tired. The battle is over, and come the Tribute show next week, you will find this out first hand, and you will not only lose your job, but you will be his slave!

Brewster :Could become? I could buy you…..these people...this arena with a snap of my fingers. You have no idea how large my bank account is. It was because I have money that I was able to keep it going. You say I “cling” to this GM position, but if I’m not here, who is there to protect those that Joe thinks he can just trot all over? I make Insinuations?

[Lynn takes a step towards Soutter, who as a credit to who he is stands his ground]

Brewster: My insinuations, as you call them, are backed up a great deal. Let me tell you a bit of a secret. That bank account? Is backed by even more money. You and Joe and the rest of the KGB like to throw your money around and all? You are pissants compared to me. And when this is mine? You’ll be begging me for a job.

Soutter : Mighty strong words, but they will mean nothing if ,.... no ... when ... you come up short at the Tribute.

Brewster :I don't plan on coming up short at the Tribute. I will own SWAT 100%, and you’ll work for ME.

Soutter : Well, you may not believe this, but I always liked you. You just have chosen the wrong side. I wish you all the best, you will make one hell of a slave.

Brewster : You liked me? Or was it my ass you liked? Let’s be serious here ...Paul. You know I’m twice the wrestler you are. Tonight? You might beat Brown, although I hope he does use his time in the ring to get his head back on. But at the Tribute? I have NEVER been a fan of Frostbite’s but I have a good friend ...that I’ll lay a bet with him that Frostbite ends up owning your ass and then some.

Soutter : Your ass? (Suit smiles, then leers.) Twice the wrestler i am? Are you insane? Forget your ‘good friend’ you wanna lay a bet with, ill lay a bet with you now, once i bet Frostbite at the Tribute! Your ‘ass’ is mine!.

Brewster : No smartass, I’m perfectly sane…..and you along with Joe, ARE ON! Now you’ve taken up enough of my time, I just had a match.

[Lynn thinks about swinging at Soutter but decides not to, grabs her jacket, and jumps out of the ring]

Jeremy Tucker : Wow! What’s he mean her ass is his?

Andrew Fulton : Lets be frank, her ass is going to be whoevers Mr Pesci says it will be.

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker.. Up next we have a great tag team match between one of the best teams in the business today in Team Fairtex as they are getting into the ring against the Cult of Massacre.

Andrew Fulton.. This should be a good match.

Jeremy Tucker:: According to my notes I do not really know too much about this team the Cult of Massacre.

Andrew Fulton: What? You usually have notes on everything, and I go off of your notes. Well thanks a lot.

Jeremy Tucker: You should spend time doing your research instead of kissing up to the boss.

Frank Salazar.. This match is one fall, introducing first..

A mixture of " He is So Fine" and UFC remix begins to blast over the sound system as Phatam Fairtex and Tong Fairtex come out onto the ramp way as they look into this capacity crowd. The two brothers begin to bang on each other's chest getting pumped for tonight action.

Jeremy Tucker: As stated before one of the best teams in the business today.

Andrew Fulton: True, but are they the tag cramps?

Jeremy Tucker.. Well no.

Andrew Fulton.. Well, I guess they are not then.


Jeremy Tucker.. Both men are down at ringside as they both climb the steps and get into the ring, both bouncing off the ropes.

Andrew Fulton.. Certainly hope the Cult of Massacre are up for the challenge.

Jeremy Tucker.. It could come into play since Team Fairtex knows nothing about them and I am sure the Cult has studied film on them.


Andrew Fulton.. Well here comes the Cult of Massacre. Usually no theme music.

Jeremy Tucker.. Well it is certainly different. I do understand that there names are Kobi and Benny that is all I have one them. Dave Brickheart is their leader and he has drilled into them the art of wrestling.

Andrew Fulton.. They are heading down to the ring as they are looking over their opponents,but i see no Brickheart.

Frank Salazar.. Ladies and gentlemen here are Kobi and Benny, the Cult of Massacre.


Jeremy Tucker.. I don't think Frank knew what to actually say, which is hard to announce a team that he does not even know nothing about.


Andrew Fulton.. They are in the ring and it appears Benny will start out for his team and Phantam for his team..


The bell rings.

Jeremy Tucker.. The two men circle each other, they tie up as Phantam grabs Benny’s leg and hits a dragon screw legwhip. Benny quickly gets back to his feet. Benny looks back at Kobi, and he walks over to the corner to get some instructions.

Andrew Fulton: Nothing wrong with a little strategy.

Jeremy Tucker.. The two lock up once again as Phantam connects with a quick armdrag take over. Benny gets back to his feet as he rushes in and gets caught with a perfect dropkick right on his jaw. He comes in for a quick cover and gets a one count. Benny walks back over to his corner.


Andrew Fulton.. Well I guess that plan did not work out for them.

Jeremy Tucker: The two are about to lock up one more time, but Benny connects with a kick to the midsection. He grabs Phantam as he whips him into the ropes and he tries for a clothesline but he ducks and as he turns around Phantam connects with a clothesline of his own. Phantam tags out to Tong

Andrew Fulton: It appears to be taking the Cult a little bit longer to get off their feet.

Jeremy Tucker.. Tong watches Benny get to his feet as he bounces off the ropes but Kobi connects with a knee right into the small of his back. Benny walks in and hits a ddt. Benny makes a tag to Kobi. Kobi decides to climb the top ropes, as he comes off he misses what appears to be an impossible elbow drop. Tong gets to his feet and hits the three amigos. Tong goes for the cover and gets a quick two count. Kobi rolls to the floor as Tong begins to go after him.

Andrew Fulton: Benny jumps off the ring apron and connects with a knee right square in the jaw. Phantam jumps down as he races over to check on his brother but the ref cuts him off. In the meantime, the Cult pull Tong to his feet and tosses him right into the guard rail. Phantam goes back to his corner as Tong slowly gets to his feet. Benny pushes Tong back into the ring. Kobi races into his ropes and connects with a knee right into his chest. Kobi makes the tag to Benny. The two pull Tong to his feet and hit a double Russian leg sweep, as Benny goes in for the cover and gets a two count.

Jeremy Tucker.. Well it appears the Cult of Massacre has finally got themselves together.Benny chokes Tong as the Ref counts to four before he releases it. Benny pulls Tong to his feet as he whips him into the far corner. Benny goes charging in but Tong connects with a big boot right in his face. He spins him around and connects with a tbone suplex. Tong races over as he pulls him up and gets a multiple German suplexes. Kobi races into the ring as he gets caught with a powers lam. Kobi rolls to the floor as Tong slaps on a cobra clutch.

Andrew Fulton.. We are about to find out just how tough this team really is. Tong is trying appears to be putting to sleep Benny, but Kobi gets back into the ring as does Phantam but the ref cuts him off once again. Kobi comes in from behind and catches him with a low blow. Benny gets himself together as the two connect with a double clothesline. Kobi gets Benny out of the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: There was no tag there.

Andrew Fulton: Good tag team wrestling if you ask me. Kobi drops down for the cover, but gets only a two count. Kobi climbs out to the top ropes. He waits for Tong to gets to his feet as he does. He comes flying off but Tong catches him and connects with a thunderous chokeslam. He makes the tag to Phantam. He pulls Kobi to his feet and hits a fallaway slam. He races back toward Kobi as he hits inverted atomic drop ad he races into the ropes and connects with a flying clothesline. He pulls Kobi to his feet as he picks him back up and hits a spinning sit down powerbomb. He goes for the cover and gets almost a three count but Benny gets into the ring and makes the save.

Jeremy Tucker: Tong races into the ring and the two of them begin to go at it. Tong hits Benny with a chokeslam of his own and the brothers look at each other as they slap on a double sharpshooter on their opponents. The ref gets Tong to break his hold on Benny and he rolls to the floor. Benny with an enraged look in his eyes grabs a chair from ringside as he rolls back into the ring and hits Phantam over the back with it as the ref calls for the bell.

Andrew Fulton.. Benny races toward Tong with the chair but he catches him with a spinning kick that knocks the chair right back into his face. Tong and Phantam begin then grab Kobi and they pull him off the mat. They pick him up.

Jeremy Tucker.. Wait a second here comes David Brickheart and Silence they roll into the ring and they are beating up Team Fairtex. Dave grabs a chair and connects across Tongs back and then right into Phantams ribs as the four men begin to kick and stomp on Team Fairtex.

Andrew Fulton.. Wait a second here comes Jade and Kim, the wives of Team Fairtex and they have chairs in tow. As the Cult rolls to the floor.

Frank Salazar.. The winners of the match by dq... Team Fairtex.

Andrew Fulton: Kim and Jade are checking on their husbands as they are starring a hole right through the Cult of Massacre.

Jeremy Tucker.. I have a feeling we have not seen the last of these eight. Phantam and Tong get to there feet as they look down at The Cult of Massacre as the eight start jaw jacking at each other.

[Timeless]

[We switch to the back and in the KGB dressing room, we see Timeless and Roxylishus, Timeless looks like a million bucks, he has his shirt off, and Roxylishus is oiling him up for the big tag team match awaiting, she has a pink boob tube and black leggings on which look like they were painted on and you want to jump through your monitor and touch and smell and feel and taste if they are painted on, and then some!]

Timeless : Oh, i feels so good. All you fools sitting at home watching and wishing this was you, which, is ALL OF YOU! Men, women, fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, the whole world Your boy is sitting there drooling, is it over me or Roxy, you don’t know these days, you don’t know why your panties are so wet either, you tell yourself its my hot oiled up muscles, but it could be the goddess rubbing that oil in moistening em up all that much more.

Roxylishus : They make up 23% of my likes on Instagram my manager tells me, horny housewife’s that is.

Timeless : 61% of mine. So, the world watched last Battleground, as i was the mystery partner of the KGB! And still, they ask, are Chianti down with the Bandits? Well ....

Roxylishus : Duh.

Timeless : This week, we take on Bar Code. Mike Maddox and Calum Morgan. Two whackos who paint their face and switch their identities and persona’s like the wind. Free tip homies, try changing up your move sets! And get a new make up artist while your at it. Enigma is just copying the other shit on TV we all see!

Roxylishus : Duh.

Timeless : Mike Maddox. Calum Morgan. You two have before the greatest opportunity in the world. Next week at the Tribute show, you both compete for the World title. That opportunity should be OURS! Chianti’s! The World Champ Radu himself said so, and he should know, we both went toe to toe to him in the last month and blew the roof off, actually, we more than blew the roof off, we literally knocked a whole building down, right on top of him.

Roxylishus : And that is nothing, we will do 100 times that, we will bury that bug loving creep in a nest of honey and bees as sweet as my very own nectar, (she coo’s) and we will smother him in that shit and then we will unleash his own bugs upon him and when he thinks its all a stupid joke and the bee’s don’t care about his stupid honey, we will knock him the fuck out and bury him in a pool of cement 10 foot deep and he can whistle DIXIE in his stupid cement carbonite tomb.

Timeless : Bar Code! We got a little something for you coming up!

Roxylishus : That’s right fools. Wait until they all get load of this! It’s what they call in the industry a ‘game changer’.

Timeless : So, Maddox. (laughs at the thought of Mike Maddox.) Calum Morgan. You fruity tooty English tossa. We got something special lined up for you all, Bandit style!

Roxylishus : (pressing her cleavage against Timeless’ back and it squeezes out into the shot , your eyes bulging open and squinting at the same time to ogle her magnificence.) Them Barcoders don’t understand Bandit style, they are sitting in their locker rooms still, waiting for the Chianti to talk, so they can try and repeat our words back to us like pre schoolers, YOU ARE~!

Timeless : Calum right now is saying to himself, i’ll call them butt bandits! Mutha Fucka! That’s 2nd grade! Worry about your partner! He is a dead weight! Voice of the voiceless? Get the fuck out of here. I don’t even need to tell you! Why not start calling myself something like that? Maybe i can be the Cerebral Assassin. Maybe i am now the VIPER!

Roxylishus : You are your own man! You are Sir Winsalot!

Timeless : I am.

Roxylishus : What about Maddox?

Timeless : What about him?

Roxylishus : We going to roast him too?

Timeless : Me and Joey will, in the ring tonight!

Roxylishus : Touché.

Timeless : I am SIR WINSALOT and

We are CHIANTI!

We like to Root and make all the Loot!

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

We break your heart and tear you apart!

We make Stacks and break Backs

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

I’m the Ultimate Male Supreme!

Every breathing Woman’s Wet Dream!

A God Damn Wrestling Machine!

[Unfadable.]

[thejerseydevildiva]

Aftermath

"Losin' is never an option! But I did, and I hate the feelin'! It will not happen again!"

An hour after the show
Boston Gardens Arena


The scene opens on the backstage area of the Boston Gardens Arena. The arena was mostly empty except for the stage hands that were getting ready for the next move, and the superstars that stayed behind with the EMT's getting looked after. The camera moves down the long stretch of hallway, we see Joe Pesci, searching for someone. He rounds the corner as the sound of what could be a wild animal is heard coming from one of the locker rooms a little further down along with the sound of breaking furniture. He looks down the hallway,  and moves cautiously down the hallway toward the sound. He reaches the door, and we see Joanne with a chair in her hands, and tosses it against the wall, and turns to face the door with her eyes burning red.

Joe: Joanne... Calm down.

Joanne looks at him with her eyes shifting back to normal color.

Joanne: What do you want?

Joe: I came to check on you... It seems you are a bit upset...

Joanne: A bit? Frostbite pinned me! I had that match won! And that son of a bitch managed to take us down!

Joe: Don't worry Soutter is going to take care of Frostbite.

Joanne: If he can't get the job done, I want my chance at him Joe! I want to show him that loss was a fluke!

Joe leans against the door frame and nods.

Joe: I'll make sure that happens. But for right now...

Joanne sits down, and sighs, leaning against the lockers.

Joanne: Do I still get my shot at Avery?

Joe smiles and hands her a piece of paper. She takes it and her eyes flash red before going back to their normal color.

Joe: Of course. Don't worry I keep my word, especially to my friends.

Joanne: Good. I'm goin' to enjoy this one. I'm goin' to give her a fight if nothin' else.

She gets to her feet, and walks toward the door, and turns looking back at the mess that she made.

Joanne: Sorry about that... I'll pay for any damages.

Joe: Don't worry about it. Let's get something to drink.

Joanne nods as they start to walk down the long hallway, as the scene fades to black.

The Night of Mass Effect
State Farm Arena, Georgia


The scene reopens on the beautiful city of Atlanta Georgia. The night had come on quick, and the stars sparkled against the midnight blue sky, and tried to outshine the lights of the city. The streets were crowded once again with traffic heading this way and that. The night air filled with the strange smells from the local restaurants, and the river that ran through the city. The sound of horns and sirens filled the night, as the camera moves across the city and comes to a stop on the State Farm Arena. The parking lot was now full of cars, and bright lights could be seen for a good ways. The camera moves to the interior of the arena where we see a large crowds in the main lobby getting souvenirs, some stuff to eat before they headed onto the main part of the arena. The camera moves to the backstage area where we see superstars head this way and that, taking pictures with fans that had gotten to the backstage area.  We see Joanne walking down the hallway and soon rounds the corner and runs into Glamorous Glenda.

GG: Joanne... Can I get a few words about your match tonight?

Joanne: Of course.

GG: Tonight you will face off against the current Amazon Champion what is running through your mind right now?

Joanne: Right now, I'm lookin' forward to a good fight. I know Avery will do everythin' that she can to keep her title, but I will give her one hell of a fight. I've been wantin' this for a while, and now that it is just within the next few hours I'm bittin' at the bits.

GG: I can imagine. I'm sure that you heard what Avery had to say haven't you?

Joanne rolls her eyes, and nods.

Joanne: Of course I did. She and I know each other, and have faced each other in other companies. She's held titles, and I've held titles and we are on equal footin'.

GG: Both of you are quite talented. Is there anything that you wish to say to Avery tonight?

Joanne: Avery, I know that you will do whatever you can to keep your title, but I'm goin' to fight you tooth and nail to get what I want. I'm not goin' to stand here and talk down to you, when I have nothin' against you. This is all business, nothin' personal. We will put on one hell of show for the fans, but don't forget that you shouldn't underestimate me because I'm not goin' to underestimate you. I know what you can do in that ring, and I'm not goin' let my guard down, no matter what you do.  I've watched all of your matches and know all of your moves and the openin's that you leave when you do. I'll be ready for you and anythin' that you can throw at me tonight Avery. I just hope you're ready. See you soon.

Joanne smiles and walks off leaving Glenda alone as the scene fades to black.

[Deleted]

"Finally I was going to get what I truly deserved and opportunity to shutdown the champion Radu Matei. You see Radu has more things coming to him then just an ass beating. He is going to have a morality check. So when I win the triple threat that Timeless keeps mentioning he should be in then all will finally be within my grasp. I won't let my tag team partner Calum get in my way of doing what my ultimate dream is and that is to become SWAT Heavyweight Champion. NO One will stop me!! You can push me down but you will never knock me down. I will not go down without a fight and that is what  BarCode  and Timeless and Joey Morelli are about to get into."


The Scene opens up to Michael Maddox standing by pacing back and forth in the hallway. He then begins to start shrugging his shoulders and then continues to pace back and fourth while speaking.

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Michael Maddox
This means war!!! I have a few messages to some people involved and not involved in my match directly tonight. I will address Paul Blair. Paul Blair you little chickenshit would rather cost people matches or opportunities then standing in the middle of the ring and settle differences  I see your Boyfriend Steele hasn't comeback to bail you out of everything. All is better I guess you are doing a bit better on your own. It still doesn't suffice to say that you are a coward.  You always were and you always will be. I beg Steele to come back so I can rip him apart to just like I am going to eventually rip you apart. Steele needs to be knocked down a peg as well. That guy needs a reality check. That is aside the point keep getting in my way and that will be one more bone broken in your body before the end of this. 

Then we have my tag team partner Calum.  Calum we gave it all and then Paul Blair got in our way. But that mistake will not happen once again  We will finally get be in the spotlight that we so deserve. But in time we will forgive each other for trying to take the spotlight from one another. I don't hold grudges like most of these bitches do here in this business. Eventually I will be able to get rid of Paul Blair's stupidity and you know what that is what sets me apart from everyone else. If Joey Morelli or Timeless turned on each other they would hold a grudge the rest of their careers because for the most part their egos aren't in check.  Me and you are different we don't agree on everything but at least we have brains and no we will have each others backs unless the situation of championship belts come into play.

Then we will move onto our opponents at hand. Timeless the same lame old promos . Sitting there talking with your shemale Roxylishus who has balls I have heard so I wonder what is going on there with you two. Yeah your every women's wet dream. Well how would you know since the women with your big titties there has bigger balls then you. You see where you and I differ Timeless is that I don't need people to help me win matches if it happens who gives a fuck it happens. I do appreciate the help but you Timeless are just a Sack of Shit.  Sure you can walk the walk half the time but without Roxylishu you a nothing but a arrogant  twat that thinks they are better than anyone. Well soon or later I will get back at you ten fold. You can comment on everything and think you know what I am all about and can even sum it up and I will commend you for that other than that you or career mean nothing to me. What matters is that BarCode comes out on top and moves to the next chapter of their singles career after we ravage  Timeless and Morelli. 

Joey Morelli the man that spends more time hiding and plotting and sometimes it works and other times it doesn't, So far you have not benefited off your win for the Anzac Cup you should blame it on your partner Timeless. You both sit there and whine and cry about not making the most of your opportunities but what strikes me as funny you get just as many as the rest of us not our fault you cannot live up to your own hype.  I do have respect for Morelli whereas I don't have any for Timeless.  Barcode Will Overcome and persevere and be declared the winner we will put our differences aside for this match up and show you how a real team defies all the odds. Still so Silent Morelli. I don't get it you claim you got all this dirt on everyone and won't spew it out til We say something, Grow a pair of  balls and strike first blood once in awhile. Don't fret it will all be over soon though Morelli.

The only thing That will be a Timeless Classic in the end is watching the look on Morelli and Timeless face when they are defeated the Barcode. YOU WILL NEVER BE A FREAK LIKE ME!!!!!

Maddox taunts the cameras as the cameras slowly fade to the next scene or match.

[BlazeFNfreya]

-The sound of heavy breathing can be heard as our scene opens in complete darkness. We can’t tell where we are or who’s around but the sound of chains clanking around let’s us know we aren’t anywhere good… We aren’t anywhere safe. The familiar sound of her British accent reveals just who we’re dealing with, and by the sound of it she isn’t happy-

“This Championship was supposed to be proof that I had overcome my doubters, that I had made it past all the obstacles and put an end to my struggles…”

-Footage from a few days prior to Blaze’s match against Marie is shown, she’s punching a bag and running suicides, doing elevated sit ups and lifting weights and by the end she removes her shoes, looking up with a cocky grin to say: “Since you enjoyed my feet so much before, I figured you’d enjoy them more if I got em nice and dirty for ya, Caedes.” The Blackpool Bombshell would then laugh evilly as we return to the blackness-

“Once I got my hands on the gold I forgot the only other reason I came to S.W.A.T in the first place… I got comfortable, I got cocky n’ I paid for it.”

-Replays of Marie and Suzi disgustingly stuffing her own toes into her mouth follows the first clip before we finally get a glimpse of The Pan Am Champ herself sitting on a metal crate. In her right hand, she’s holding her Championship. In her left, she has a shiny steel chain wrapped all the way up her arm. She’s wearing her black wrestling attire and almost looks suicidal, but also has a whole new look. An orange strip in her hair and red contacts show a different side of her, one we have yet to see in SWAT-

“I didn’t come here to be embarrassed. It seems like as soon as I target someone, there’s another cowardly slut waiting around the corner to sneak up on me n’ take advantage. I’m upset that I lost, sure, but I’m glad Marie has an upcoming Title Match n’ I’m even more glad to be facing Suzi Spitz before it!”

-She clenches her fist and raises the title up to our camera-

“I told everyone I was here for blood and gold… I have the gold right here, ladies. So what do you think I’m comin’ for when I get my hands on you?”

-Blaze snarls furiously, her anger controlling her now rather than her controlling her anger-

“Suzi, you wanted this match for attention. It’s quite obvious n’ I promise you, you’ll get all the attention you could possibly want. You got my full attention, you’ve got management’s attention, your kiss ass fans and a whole lot of my haters are paying real close attention but soon none of that will matter because what you’ll need is medical attention n’ I’ll make damn sure you don’t get any until I’m done with you!”

-She laughs bitterly, shaking her head and dragging the end of that chain across the concrete-

“I’m not focused on just defending my Championship here, my goal is not to submit or pin you as quickly as I can, Suzi. My goal is to beat you down so badly you’ll never want to step into the same arena as me ever again! And if I do not meet my goal in this match, I’ll beat you down again, and again, and again and again as many times as it takes until you either die or stop following me!”

-Raising her left fist up in front of her face, she stares at it like she could see Suzi’s face breaking underneath it in the reflection of the shiny chain-

“You’ve went from federation to federation trying to steal my spotlight n’ you’ve failed every time because you aren’t good enough to be the main attraction. The only time you get a taste of what it’s like to be at the top is when you perform on the same shows as I do. Other than that, what have you really done, Suzi? You’ve went to backyard wrestling shows, the only places that value your presence are places of no value of their own! You are worthless so you think maybe, just maybe if you could have a good run with me, then you’d become relevant for once in your worthless life.”

-Blaze’s depression quickly turns to determination as she rises to a new height, standing in front of that crate letting the chain hang low and drag across the ground whilst she approaches our camera-

“You’re wrong, though. The only thing you’ll gain from facing me, from pissing me off, is a lifelong memory of the merciless beating I’ll deliver to you tonight! But at least you’ll finally get your wish… because you’ll go down in history as the first opponent of mine to ever be rushed to the E.R!”

-Blaze looks down at the ground, laughing maniacally as she lifts her head back up to finish her statement-

“Or the morgue, depending on my mood at the time.”

-Our scene fades leaving us to wonder who will actually receive the beating of a lifetime, as both women have promised to tear each other apart! One thing’s for sure, though. Neither will leave the same as they were when they entered-

[SWAT Team]

Frank Salazar: This match is one fall. First weighing in at 270 pounds from Las Vegas, Nevada this is Henry “Hells Bouncer” Brown!

Highway to Hell by ACDC hits and Hells Bouncer is standing on top of ram, he lifts his head up and out from behind his trench coat a big mushroom cloud and a boom sound bellows, fire and fireworks explode and Hells Bouncer power walks down to the ring. He climbs in waiting on his opponent.

Frank Salazar: And his opponent, hailing from Melbourne Australia, coming in at 6’2 and 368 pounds .... The Big Bad Bustling Bandit ... Mad Dog Paulie MUTHA FUCKIN SOUTTER!!!!!

[Peel their caps back by Ice T hits as we see the Bandit Mobil heading to the ring, The Suit, Mad Dog Paul Soutter standing in the back of it with The Compton Colossal Bruno beside him, arms folded, muscles bulging and dark sunglasses on. The fans booing, some cheering and showing the KGB colors.].

Jeremy Tucker: We’re ready for what promises to be an exciting match.

Andrew Fulton: Are we about to watch the same match? Because we know Soutter will make quick work of Brown.

Jeremy Tucker: Doesn't mean it won’t be exciting.

Andrew Fulton: Most exciting part is how long it lasts.

Ding Ding Ding.

Soutter and Brown meet in the middle of the ring. Brown, in a manner of respect, extends his hand expecting Soutter to maybe shake it. Soutter glances slowly down to Brown’s extended hand and instead of shaking it, Soutter decks Brown with a straight right hand that sends Brown to the mat. The crowd doesn’t like that at all.

Jeremy Tucker: What gives?

Andrew Fulton: Do you really have to ask that? I don't blame Soutter at all. He’s not here to make friends, he’s here to wrestle and teach some people a lesson..

Soutter allows Brown to get up. Seeing how Soutter blatantly disrespected him, Brown lunges at Soutter and decking him with a forearm shiver to the side of Soutter’s head. Brown continues the assault backing Soutter into the corner. Brown turns and climbs up on the turn buckle, Brown, playing to the crowd, ignoring Soutter.

Soutter regains his bearing and goes and pulls down his competitor with a hard landing on his back. Soutter then slowly exits the ring. Brown charges for the ropes but the referee holds him back. The ref begins the mandatory ten count.

Andrew Fulton: Soutter doesn’t seem to be in a hurry. I know I would be if I had women obsessing over me.

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Soutter slides back into the ring, and then he engages Brown in a collar and elbow tie up. Brown wins the battle by hooking Soutter in a headlock. Soutter powers his way out sending Brown into the ropes. Upon Brown’s return it appears that Soutter was going for a back body drop but Brown grabs Soutter’s head and sends him face first into the mat. Brown gets on top of Soutter and starts slugging away. This gets to the where the referee has to intervene and get Brown off of Soutter. Soutter gets up but instead of rushing in on Brown, he backs off a bit and decides to rest in the corner.

Jeremy Tucker: Brown is taking it to Soutter in the early goings.

Andrew Fulton: Brown can’t believe he is going to out brawl Soutter. Brown has to speed up the pace. Brown should be on the offensive here. You would think a veteran like him would know that.

Both men once again meet in the middle of the ring and get in a collar and elbow tie up. This time Soutter wins the exchange and slithers his way behind Brown and wraps his arms around Brown’s waist. Brown quickly back elbows Soutter. Before Brown can go to the ropes, Soutter grabs Brown by the hair and slams him to the mat. Brown is up but before Brown can make his way back to his feet completely. Soutter drives the sole of his boot into the side of Brown’s head. Instead of going on the full frontal attack, he allows Brown to get to his feet. Soutter backs off a bit and extends his hand but then quickly withdraws it.

Jeremy Tucker: The lack of respect Soutter is showing Brown is appalling. It’s as though he is toying with him.

Andrew Fulton: Like it was said before this match up, in Soutter’s eyes Brown has done nothing to earn his respect.

The fans, who were torn who to root for, are slowly taking Brown’s side in this match. Both men once again meet in the middle of the ring. This time Brown slaps the hell out of Soutter. Soutter looks as though he is done playing around as he attempts to go for a devastating jab but Brown blocks him. Brown then connects with a straight stiff kick to Soutter’s abs. Brown then sends Soutter into the ropes. Upon Soutter’s return, Brown connects with a sidewalk slam. Brown goes for a quick cover…

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Kickout!!

Both men get up and Soutter takes a wild swing which Brown ducks. Brown connects with a front slam on Soutter. Seeing that the is getting Soutter worn down a bit, Brown goes for the leg hook in a single leg Boston Crab. As Brown goes down for Soutter’s leg, Soutter reverses Brown’s attempt into a school boy roll up…

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Kickout

Kickout by Brown! Brown gets to his feet first but Soutter didn't bother to get up. Instead he stays seated on the mat. Soutter signals for Brown to bring it on.

Jeremy Tucker: Looks like things are finally heating up.

Souttter gets to his feet. Soutter just walks up to Brown and slaps the taste out of his mouth. Now the gloves are off as Soutter and Brown now erupt into a full out brawl. Soutter connects with a right, Brown connects with a right. This continues as each man has connected with five punches on each other. Brown is worn down more than Soutter and Soutter takes the opportunity to attempt a suplex on Brown. Brown manages to reverse the suplex in mid air, landing behind Soutter. Brown receives a back elbow from Soutter and Soutter goes for a discus punch which Brown manages to get away from. Brown goes behind Soutter to attempt a German suplex but Soutter nails Brown with a low blow. Because Soutter shielded the referee, the ref didn't see the low blow.

Andrew Fulton: Looks like playtime is over.

Jeremy Tucker: That was a good veteran manoeuvre to Soutter. I don't condone it but Soutter has shown in the past that he knows what he’s doing.

Soutter looks down at the fallen Hells Bouncer. Soutter picks Brown up and quickly nails him with a stiff short arm clothesline. Soutter doesn't even attempt to go for a pin fall cover. With no wasted motion Soutter mounts Brown and proceeds to choke Brown out. The ref motions for Soutter to stop. Now the ref is inciting the five count…

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Soutter lets go of the blatant choke. Soutter goes back to what he was doing before. Once again the ref starts the five count…

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Soutter lets go again. The ref gets into Soutter’s face but Soutter just yawns in the ref’s face.

Jeremy Tucker: Doesn’t look like Soutter wants to be warm and fuzzy.

Andrew Fulton: Who said he has to be?

Soutter backs off allowing Brown to get to his feet. Soutter seems to be measuring Brown up for a clothesline. Soutter goes for it but Brown has enough foresight to duck Soutter. Brown hits Soutter with the Back Cracker and goes for the cover…

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Kickout!

Brown makes his way to his feet. He pulls Soutter up and swings Soutter into a turnbuckle. With a full head of steam Brown attempts a corner splash but Soutter manages to get out of the way. Soutter assaults Brown with a stiff right jab to the kidney region. Soutter places Brown on the top rope. Soutter climbs to the second rope. Soutter has Brown in what looks to be a rope aided fallaway slam.

Jeremy Tucker: Come on Soutter! This isn't necessary.

Andrew Fulton: Relax Jerrmy, this isn’t personal, its business.

Soutter stalls for a bit and then finally delivers the move. Brown is clutching his back. Soutter instead of quickly going for the cover, slithers his way to make a nonchalant cover…

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Kickout!

Even though the crowd can’t believe it, Soutter slowly makes his way to his feet. Soutter swings Brown into the ropes. Soutter signals the crowd to quiet down. Soutter connects with a stiff European Uppercut. Soutter has not shown any emotion this entire contest and at the moment that's not changing. He cracks his knuckles and then tilts Brown’s head back a little bit and connects with another stiff European uppercut. Soutter decides to back off and observe the hell he is putting Brown through.

Jeremy Tucker: If I didn't know better, I’m thinking that Soutter wants to legitimately hurt Brown. I understand wrestling is a very physical sport but I just haven't seen anyone that attacks their opponents like Soutter is doing to Brown right now. He almost seems to not care about Brown’s well being.

Andrew Fulton: Brown knew who he was getting into the ring with. That doesn’t make Brown a victim, and he needs to be taught a lesson. He has to learn to take a beating.

Soutter walks over to the opposite turnbuckle. Soutter charges at Brown to connect with a big boot but Brown gets out of the way. Soutter’s leg gets caught up in the ropes. Brown quickly goes for a choke block on the other leg. Brown slides out of the ring and grabs Soutter’s left leg and rams it against the ring post a couple times in succession. .Brown takes a bit of time to rest from the assault he has taken from Soutter for the past few minutes. Soutter meanwhile is holding his left leg, trying to shake off the attack.

Jeremy Tucker: Looks like Brown has got some fight left in him.

The referee started a ten count and he is now on number 7 and Brown decides to slide back into the ring. Soutter had made his way to his feet with a slight limp. Brown shoulder blocks Soutter on his softened up leg. Soutter goes down to one knee but Brown waits for Soutter to get up. He hits Soutter with a clothesline. Soutter get up slowly and just as he reaches his full height Brown captures Soutter and hits him for a t-bone suplex and then goes for a pin…

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Kickout!

Jeremy Tucker: This has been a hard fought match. Brown has been taking a mugging by Soutter but this guy has a never say die spirit.

Andrew Fulton: True, but remember Soutter only needs one move to finish him off.

The crowd is now solely behind Brown as he picks Soutter up. Brown applies an inverted facelock, but is playing up the crowd and is letting them know what move he is about to hit. But before Brown can apply it, Soutter breaks out of the facelook. Whatever Brown was going to do next we will never know because Soutter decks Henry Brown with a heart punch. With the wind knocked out of him, Brown is in a bad place but again Soutter backs off.

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter is just playing with Brown now.

Andrew Fulton: He wants to be sure that Brown remembers this match.

Soutter turns to the crowd, who is booing him, and it's the moment Brown needs to get to his feet. Soutter turns around and Brown charges, catching Soutter in the stomach with a shoulder. He starts to pull Soutter up when suddenly Joe Pesci appears at the top of the ramp.

Jeremy Tucker: What does he want?

Pesci makes his way down to the ring, and he can be heard shouting some encouragement to Soutter.

Andrew Fulton: I think that just answered your question.

Jeremy Tucker: Not really.

But it IS the distraction Soutter needs. He crawls away from Brown, who instead of watching Soutter, decides this is the best time to have words with Pesci. He’s yelling at Pesci saying he should be, and would be, champion if not for Pesci’s interference. Pesci’s looking at him extremely confused. Brown finally gets done yelling at Pesci and turns to be charged at by Paul who delivers a Soutter Spear. Soutter then measures HB, signals the crowd its all over and he hits the Soutter Special!! (Rikishi Driver)

Paul goes for the pin…

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Frank Salazar: Your winner…...Paul Soutter!!

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter sure showed Brown that you don't mess around with him or KGB, and sent a loud message out to Frostbite in the process.

Andrew Fulton: I hope Frostbite took notes.

[SWAT Team]

[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.]

Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is for the SWAT Pan Am Championship!!! Introducing first, currently in the ring, she comes in at 5’6 and 125lbs ... hails from Blackpool England .... The Reigning Pan Am Champion ... BLAZE FREYA!!!

[C.O.D. by AC/DC hits and out comes Suzi Spitz, she struts to the ring confidently, staring at Blaze Freya the whole way down, she enters the ring and the two have locked eyes, and it’s a battle of wills in this stare down, neither giving an inch.]

Frank Salazar :And introducing the challenger, hailing from New Orleans and coming in at 5’10 and 135 lbs ... The Violent Vixen .... SUZI SPITZ!!!

Andrew Fulton : Watch it Frank, she beat your ass last show.

Jeremy Tucker : I don’t think you need remind him of that.

[Frank warily leaves the ring, the two still locked in a stare down for the ages, referee Joe Davola calls for the bell.]

Jeremy Tucker : There is the bell, and this title match is under way. Both unmoved from the bell, standing there, glaring at each other.

Andrew Fulton : You got this Blaze!

Jeremy Tucker : What about Spitz? Thought you fancied her also Fulton?

Andrew Fulton : She is one of the best, but come on Jerry, Blaze is, well, Blaze.

Jeremy Tucker : Still they have not moved, pure hatred and malice in their eyes as they glare at each other, and Suzi then, offers her hand for a handshake.

Andrew Fulton : She has a nerve! After last show ramming Freya’s own foot in her mouth, assisted by Marie Caedes mind you, now she wants to shake? Don’t trust her Blaze!

Jeremy Tucker : Blaze smirks at Suzi, then puts her hand out for a shake, but then stops and slides it down her pants, into her crotch, and then goes to accept the shake, Suzi pulls her hand back irate and WHAM! Blaze slaps the taste out of Suzi’s mouth with that hand, disgusting!

Andrew Fulton : Or the taste into her mouth one could say Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : You truly are a creep!

Andrew Fulton : Thanks, Suzi skitzes after the slap, and grabs at the hair of Blaze, and Blaze responds grabbing Suzi’s hair, and the two are in an out and out cat fight!

Jeremy Tucker : Your creepy prayers have been answered!

Andrew Fulton : What a match! Suzi snap mares Blaze over, then goes for a boot to her back but Suzi rolls and catches her leg and dragon screw leg drags her over.

Jeremy Tucker : Suzi pounces ontop of Blaze and with another two hand fulls of hair, starts ramming the back of Blazes head into the mat. Blaze reaches up, grabs the hair of Suzi and pulls her to her and delivers a devastating head butt, right to the pretty face of Suzi!

Andrew Fulton : The Blackpool Kiss!

Jeremy Tucker : Suzi is stunned, and tries to get to her feet, kneeling uppercut by Blaze.

Andrew Fulton : That rocked Suzi, but she shakes it off and delivers a hard knife edge chop to Blaze that echoes throughout the arena.

Jeremy Tucker : Blaze answers with a forearm strike. Suzi another deafening chop. She is lighting up the chest of Blaze!

Andrew Fulton : And what a chest it is, it shines as bright as any!

Jeremy Tucker : Another forearm strike from Blaze and third chop by Suzi, and this one rocks Blaze, and she winces in pain.

Andrew Fulton : Suzi delivers a standing drop kick.

Jeremy Tucker : Wow! That was right on the money, put a bit of emotion into the moves Fulton, stop being such a cheer leader.

Andrew Fulton : Shut it Jerry, Blaze is in there hurting, she needs me to give her a chest rub.

Jeremy Tucker : She most certainly does not!

Andrew Fulton : Blaze with a Pele kick to Suzi! How about that for emotion Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : Yeah, because it was Blaze. You are a lost cause. Blaze sticks on her and delivers a exploder suplex to Suzi!

Andrew Fulton : Northern lights suplex from Blaze! T-BONE SUPLEX FROM BLAZE FREYA!!! She is the suplex queen!

Jeremy Tucker : Cover by Freya, lateral press, Davola drops for the count ...

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Suzi rolls the shoulder.

Andrew Fulton : Slow count there by Davola and Blaze is telling him exactly that.

Jeremy Tucker : SUPERKICK BY SUZI!!! Suzi Spitz just levelled Freya wit that superkick! New champion coming up Fulton! Davola drops for the count as Suzi makes the cover, hooking the leg ....

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THR ... Blaze kicks out.

Andrew Fulton : Never in doubt. (phew).

Jeremy Tucker : Suzi with a reverse neckbreaker, then a falling powerslam! Nailed IT!

Andrew Fulton : Suzi is no doubt one of the best in the world, you have to give her that Jerry, and thats exactly why she is even still in this match tonight, most others would have fallen to the might of Freya long ago.

Jeremy Tucker : Both are top quality stars, and this battle is something else. Suzi Irish whips Blaze ... Blaze handsprings off the rope with a handspring headscissor DDT!!!

Andrew Fulton : She can do it all Jerry! This one is DONE!

Jeremy Tucker : Blaze measuring Suzi, she is waiting on her ... TORN!!!! Blaze just speared Suzi damn near out of her boots with that Torn!

Andrew Fulton : Shut the gate, this one is over.

Jeremy Tucker : Blaze drops for a cover ...

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THRE ... Suzi gets a foot on the rope.

Andrew Fulton : No way!

Jeremy Tucker : It doesn’t get any closer Fulton.

Andrew Fulton : Blaze signals it’s time for the Blackpool Blackout This will finish it off Jerry once and for all.

Jeremy Tucker : Hang on, here comes Marie Caedes, with a steel chair, what’s she doing out here?

Andrew Fulton : Stupid entitled brat, she got no business out here!

Jeremy Tucker : Last show she defeated Blaze, won a shot at her belt, and together with Suzi, rammed Blaze’s own foot into her own mouth!

Andrew Fulton : Yes! We know Jerry, you don’t have to keep repeating it every 5 minutes man!

Jeremy Tucker : Touchy much? Marie has made her way to ringside, and Freya is telling her she is next. This is ominous.

Andrew Fulton : Get her out of there Davola!

[Referee Joe Davola is trying to do exactly that. Marie throws the chair into the ring towards Suzi who picks it up as Blaze and Joe keep telling Marie to scram. Suzi is getting the feel for the chair, measuring Blaze, Blaze turns around and glares at her, saying bring it on, and Suzi then clunks the chair into the mat, and then tosses it to Blaze who reflexedly catches it, and Suzi drops to the mat holding her head as referee Joe Davola turns around and see’s Blaze with the chair in her hand and Suzi down and out. Blaze is gripping the chair, panic engulfing her and she yells at Davola she didn’t do anything, and he shakes his head and calls for the bell.]

Jeremy Tucker : Wow! Davola just dq’d Blaze! Suzi set her up and ...

Andrew Fulton : ... and that idiot Joe Davola took it hook line and sinker!

Jeremy Tucker : WHAM! Blaze snaps and cracks Davola with the chair, knocking him clean out.

Andrew Fulton : That’s what you cop pal!

Jeremy Tucker : Marie jumps on the apron, and she too eats the chair, Blaze is a wild women and she just knocked Marie the hell out with the chair!

Andrew Fulton : If they say she did it, she figures she may as well!

Jeremy Tucker : Suzi is up and charges Blaze and they tumble thru the ropes, landing roughly on the outside, they struggle to their feet and start brawling, they are still going at it Fulton!

Andrew Fulton : Unbelievable! They are fighting all the way to the back!

Jeremy Tucker : What a battle, and its just the beginning, something tells me these two are far from done!

Frank Salazar : Winner of the match by disqualification ... SUZI SPITZ!!! And still Pan am Champion .... BLAZE FREYA!!