3rd Annual Packer / Tanner Tribute Show (Show)

[SWAT Team]

[Wiseguy hits and SWAT Owner Joe Pesci makes his way down to the ring, the Atlanta fans booing and jeering him.]

Joe Pesci : Ok. Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok.

Welcome to SWAT! Welcome to the 3rd Annual Adrian Tanner, Reginald P Packer Tribute show!

You know, it was two years ago, at the very first tribute show, when i joined SWAT, as one of the Suit’s associates. Look how far we have come. Boy would them two former great’s be proud, if only they could see us now.

I have heard all the stories in the back about Mr Packer and The Arizona Assassin. True Trail Blazers. True Pioneers. Tonight, we are going to do them and all of SWAT Proud!

Now, i think that’s about enough of the sappy stuff, don’t want any of you to think i have a heart all of a sudden or am going soft. Not this Bandit. I am ALWAYS HARD!

[Pesci leers to the camera and you squirm from his creepiness inside a bit.]

Last week on Battleground, the KGB welcomed Mike Maddox into our fold, he was set the task, and he came thru with spades, helping Don Canelli capture the Amazons Gold from his own wife. Tonight, we bring the World Heavyweight Championship to the KGB! One way or another, it WILL BE OURS!

Also tonight, we right a wrong. When we came back to SWAT, we made a lot of promises, and we can hold our heads high that we stood by each and every one of them. Look at what you see before you now ..... its light and day from the shambles we rescued this place from back in March. Just five months down the track, and we are thriving and breaking new ground on a monthly basis.

But when we took over, we were too giving, we let the Wildcat stay on board with us as GM, and since then, she has done nothing but yearn for her lost power and cling to any scrap of authority she had, undermining my decisions, complaining of the direction of the company and straight out alluding there were people around who would prefer it the way it was. So, tonight, she gets the chance to make that happen. When she battles my good friend Don Canelli for not only the Amazons Championship, but for the entire fed as well. If she wins, SWAT is hers, and god help you all.

When she loses though, she is FIRED AS GM!!! For good! And ... will BE MY SLAVE!!!

[Wiseguy hits again, and Pesci makes his way to the back.]

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

Jeremy Tucker : There is our esteemed owner, Mr Pesci, sending human rights back over 100 years and returning slavery to SWAT.

Andrew Fulton : God bless him.

Jeremy Tucker : Tonight, as he said, we do it for our fallen idols. The best of SWAT Today! Radu Matei , Calum Morgan and Mike Maddox! Hook it up for the World Championship!

Andrew Fulton : Heroes of yester year return! Kilroy Evans! Jonnie Valentine! Beelzebozo! Dave Brickheart! The Great Syberus!

Jeremy Tucker : Well, Jonnie and Syberus are now stars of today also, signing on to extend their stays after the tribute, and we are thrilled with that!

Andrew Fulton : Suit and Frostbite are going to finally meet up, one on one! And the Big Bad Bustling Bandit is going to make mince meat of that snow flake!

Jeremy Tucker : My moneys on Frosty!

Andrew Fulton : I’ll take a piece of that action.

Jeremy Tucker : Please, you NEVER pay up!

Andrew Fulton : We also will crown new tag team champions AND let’s not forget my girl Blaze FREYA!!

Jeremy Tucker : Man, you have a one track mind.

Andrew Fulton : And you have no mind, just sit here and mindlessly yell out whatever the goofs in the back are screaming in your ear set. Not me sunshine! I am the voice of SWAT!

Jeremy Tucker : Don’t start. Not tonight.

Andrew Fulton : Let’s get this baby rolling!!!

[Fade too]

[jsr]

Backstage camera sees a guy sitting facing away from the camera.
He stands up and turns around sitting backwards on the chair. Facing the camera.

"Welcome to the future of Hardcore in this company. Tonight I will show you the next generation of Hardcore. I aim to be the next champion. I may not achieve this tonight but I will and I promise you that I will leave you wanting more. Because where JR Wrangler goes people get hurt. All I say to that is Sorry about your Damm Luck!"

Wrangler stands turns around and sits down reaches for a beer and starts drinking.

[frostbite]

Jeremy Tucker.. I understand we are going live as we talk to Frostbite before his grudge match tonight against Paul Soutter.

Andrew Fulton.. Wait a second why are we going live. I thought Frostbite was here in the arena.

Jeremy Tucker.. Apparently not. That is it called a live feed.

Andrew Fulton.. Frostbite is too scared and he is telling the world that is not going to get into the ring with Paul tonight. Maybe Frostbite has finally come to his senses. He realizes that he is about to become mince meat and he figured he needs to stay home. Paul, was going to kick his ass anyway.

Jeremy Tucker.. Any event let's go to the live feed.

We turn our attention to the Titan tron, as see a 60 inch flat screen TV is on, and what is on the screen are a couple of young ladies wrestling. A young long blonde haired lady wearing a one piece red, white and blue tights as reaches down to big up off the mat another short black haired lady wearing a black tee shirt with matching black leather pants and black boots. As the young blonde headed picks her up and hits a bodyslam as the crowd cheers on. Our cameras plan throughout the room we see a king size bed that certainly needs to be made up as the blue sheets are on the floor.

SWOOSH.........

We hear a noise coming from somewhere and we see a tan door swinging open not only a few feet away from the king size bed. A young short blonde headed man wearing a blue tee shirt with long black tights and black boots steps from behind the door with his head down but he slowly picks up his head with as the camera zoom in on the intense look in his blue eyes.

CROWD.... YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker.. It is the Cold Hearted Bastard himself.

Frostbite.. Jesup Christ can the man get any privacy around here. I had to go to the little boy's room before I tell you what is going to happen tonight. And what a night it will be in hot Atlanta.

CROWD.. YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton.. Cheap plug for this city.

Frostbite.. Finally the day as arrived. I finally get my hands on one Paul Soutter, all those things that you put on the Web about me, we'll tonight I get to pay them back so many times over it will not be funny. This is the beginning of the the end for SWAT. I told you several months ago, I was going to burn this place to the ground well I am going to light this batch on fire when I beat you Paul. You might ask yourself why am I not at the arena right this second. Simple, I am not going to allow Paul and his band of misfits to jump me and make me easy prey for the fat ass Soutter. I might have been born, but I was not born yesterday. But then again, I might not be safe here in this hotel room because it was not that long ago, I had Paul follow me in a cab thinking he was going to do actually harm to me. But feel not I have that part covered. Paul you probably wish that I would get into some car accident and could not make it to the arena and the natch would be called off and you would get your cheap little win. Paul, I would drag my ass out of any wreak and still crawl my ass to the arena and give you the beating of a lifetime.

CROWD.. FROSTBITE!!!!! FROSTBITE!!!!!!

Frostbite.. Tonight is third annual Packer and Tanner memorial. I never had the pleasure of stepping into the ring with Tanner but I know and seen him enough times to know that he was an all time great.

CROWD.. TANNER!!! TANNER!!! TANNER!!!

Frostbite.. What can not be said about the man they call Packer. So many great stories the man had about this business, the man was simply the best bar none.

CROWD.. PACKER!!!! PACKER!!!! PACKER!!!!

Frostbite looks up and back into the camera.

Frostbite.. I hope Packer who is probably kicking some ass and taking name in heaven and forgive me for what I am about to do to Soutter. Paul you and Packer were good friends then there were times you two could not stand the other but you van respect for the other. It pains me, to go out there and later on this evening and make you bleed all over that building. You need to be bought back to reality. This place does not revolve around the KGB, it revolves around the hard working people in that locker room that bust their ass for you and your boyfriend Pesci. Lynn Brewster had one thing right when she was on your pathetic little show. We do not like each other but she know so that you are going to get what is coming to you tonight. It was that sate teddy all of this., You question my intergity for this sport that has been so great too me. Well the only question that you will have to answer for tonight.. How much of a beating will I suffer at Frostbite hands?

Andrew Fulton.. This guy is full of himself.

Frostbite.. Andrew, I heard your comments earlier about you believe Paul will make mince meat out of me. Well that piece of shit, is full of meat. After I beat his ass maybe you can feast of his ass because your head is so far up it. Another ass kisser. I do not know how Tucker puts up with you.

Jeremy Tucker coughs...

Frostbite.. Paul last week was the finally nail in your coffin. You cost me a chance at becoming the World Champion. That does not really surprise me one bit. Because it scares you thinking of me and your world champion. You would have nightmares, you know there will come and time and place when I win the title and when I do, I am going to throw it right back in your face and you can kiss my ass. You believe you have your bases covered now that you have Michael Maddox in the fold. You believe that he will help you win back the world title. Paul I know Michael quite well and you are so damn stupid you and Pesci both. Michael is simply using you both. He can not stand the sight of your fight ass, but you have something for him, and that is a ticket to the top. Michael had his way to conduct business and I have mine. However Mike might have to do business with yours truly if he wins the title. But Paul you can relax because you will not be around after I put you on a stretcher and you will be at a local hospital here in Atlanta. Nope I will set back and enjoy the triple threat match but then again maybe I might drive you to the hospital myself make sure you get there okay.

Frostbite laughs..

Frostbite.. Paul I hope your crew does not decide to ruin what could be a great match.. again Paul I have no intentions of getting involved in at all. But you need to worry instead of trying to help Maddox win the title you need to worry about the beating you are about to receive from yours truly. I know you are back in the area plotting some plan for your boys to beat me up before I hit the arena. For all I know you might have hired one of these bellhop might try and take me out because we both know that you can not do the job on your own.

Suddenly a knock at the door as Frostbite heads toward it.

Frostbite.. I wonder who that could be.

He opens the door as he begins to shake his head. He slowly opens the door and standing right behind the door is two big men. One man has short brown hair and a brown goatee, he had on a brown shirt with gray sweats and brown boots. The young man standing next to him has short black hair and is wearing a black tee shirt with black jeans and black boots and his eyes are red.

Jeremy Tucker.. I know who those guys are? Doomsday and Lucifer, two of Frostbite best friends.

Frostbite.. Gentlemen, I am glad you could make it.

Doomsday.. You said you needed a ride right?

Frostbite.. You know you can never be too careful these days.

Frostbite grabs his blue duffle bag on the bed as the two seven foot monsters are walking in front of him.

Frostbite.. Paul if you go to war you need some fire power right. But these two are here for insurance policy they are not going to get involved any way shape or format, they are here to make sure yours boys do not try anything. Because I want to make sure your blood is spilled all over that arena tonight. I want your blood on my hands because tonight Paul. Your day of reckoning is finally here.

He gets to the door as he looks back.

Frostbite.. Paul, I want you to say goodbye to all that you hold near and dear to your worthless heart because I am going to burn this bitch to the ground once and for all.

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

Frostbite.. Burn, Paul, Burn.

He shuts the door behind him as the feed cuts out.

Jeremy Tucker.. Some strong words from Frostbite.

Andrew Fulton.. Why did you have to call for backup.. Paul does not need backup to beat him, but it appears Frostbite brings in two seven footers to help him beat Paul.. That is really rich.

Jeremy Tucker.. Frostbite feels that he needs someone to watch his back and those two he can trust.

Andrew Fulton.. Right they are there to chest for him, we both know that. I did not like the fact say that I kiss ass. I hope Paul sends Frostbite to the hospital and his little boys too.

[King Syberus]

(The camera pans the crowd as “Two Notes Shy Of An Octave” by Red City Radio kicks off and the audience pops. After a few moments Syberus steps out wearing a stars and stripes tuxedo and Abe Lincoln hat. And a cane with a golden bald eagle ontop. He basks in the cheers of the crowd before making his way down the ramp.)

Andrew Fulton: Uhhh something's a bit different.

Jeremy Tucker: Syberus seems to be going native!

(Syberus high fives some of the crowd before accepting a bud light and having a chug to another roar. Syberus steps through the ropes, having to put back the stars and stripes Abe Lincoln hat which fell off as he entered the ring. He walks to a podium decked out with yet more stars and stripes, bald eagle motifs, and various sponsorships for Denny's, Subway, Pepsi etc. plastered on the side.)

Syberus: My fellow Americans.

(The crowd cheers.)

Syberus; Well I'm not American but you get the sentiment.

Jeremy Tucker: We do?

Syberus: The United States and the United Kingdom have shared a special friendship which stretches back for many decades. I myself have resided in this wonderful country for many years. True Americans have welcomed me and treated me as one of their own. As you do with all immigrants naturally. It's well documented, believe me.

But now comes something which flies in the face of every great American value that each and every one of you treasures in your very hearts.

Kilroy Evans.

(The crowd cheers. Syberus intended for them to boo. Don't know why really.)

Syberus: Okay okay, you think Kilroy Evans is a good person, I get it. You think Kilroy Evans is a good man.

But Kilroy Evans is not a good American.

(Confused murmurs from the audience and some cheering just because Syberus is saying things.)

Syberus: Kilroy Evans is not a good American like you and me. Well, I'm not American but you get the sentiment. Kilroy Evans doesn't care about you. He doesn't care about the great American values that each and every one of you cherishes every day of your lives. When you go to work, when you spend time with your families. The values that this great country was built on from the ground up. By great Americans just like each and every one of you.

(A cheer, just because.)

Syberus: That's right. Those are the values that I came to this great country for. Family-oriented, hard working values. You pay your taxes, you love your country, you honor the flag.

(See we even spelled honor wrong just for you.)

Syberus: But Kilroy Evans is none of those things.

Kilroy Evans wakes up each and every day and dishonours the American flag with his actions. He doesn't care about you. He doesn't care about the great American people. People just like you. Who work hard each and every day to serve, and honor, and love their country. Who look after their families and raise them with decent American values. Kilroy Evans doesn't care about you. He doesn't care about America.

(Boo's.)

Syberus: I know, I know believe me.

But I'm here tonight as a true friend of the American people. I'm here to show my love for this country to you all.

(An explosion of red, white and blue confetti brings gasps of awe from the audience as it rains down over the ring. A big screen shows fading images of eagles and waving American flags spliced with kids playing baseball.)

Andrew Fulton: Well, the ring crew aren't going to be happy

Syberus: My fellow Americans, well I'm not American but you get the sentiment, I'm here tonight to serve this country and those decent American values, hard working, family-oriented values against the enemies of this country. Against someone who doesn't care about the freedoms of this great nation. I'm here to represent each and every one of you against someone that wants to take all those liberties and freedoms away.

I'm not gonna let that happen!

(A brass band marches down the ring as Syberus takes the microphone and steps out of the ropes again.)

Syberus: Kilroy!

Tonight we honor the lives of two great American patriots! Adrian Tanner Jnr. and Reginald P. Packer – that's right, apparently their full names were too difficult to fit in the title of the show so let's say them loud and let's say them proud!

(The brass band kick up a marching anthem as Syberus marches up the ramp.)

Syberus: Kilroy! You may hate the flag and those great American values, family-oriented hard working values, but just like Bud Light offers crisp refreshment, I'LL be refreshing YOU! uh... with the glorious taste of FREEDOM!

Ba ba badadah baba dada baba daa daaaa!

(Syberus dissapears behind the curtain and the crowd, still somewhat confused about what's just taken place, let's out a polite cheer and smatterings of applause.)

Jeremy Tucker: What just happened?

(Cut.)

[edwarddubin0604]

(The Fairtex Dynasty of Team Fairtex and The Fired Killers are gathered in the locker room all ready to faced the Cult of Massacre. The door opens as Katie Moss enters the locker room as they are about to leave.)

Jade: "Katie what's going on."

Katie Moss: "I'm here about The Fairtex Dynasties thoughts about your match with the Cult of Massacre."

Tong Fairtex: "You know there's idiots and then there's Cult of Massacre. These morons claim to want to take over SWAT as if the stench of the KGB isn't bad enough. Cult of Massacre the only reason you couldn't beat us is because we were better than you were. We outwrestled you two Forrest Gump wannabes. We were kicking your heretical religious zealot asses all over the ring....."

Phantam Fairtex: "TESTIFY BROTHER TONG!"

Tong Fairtex: "So Dave Brickheart needed to intervene in a kind of....How can we say it not so divine intervention to bail out those no talent acolytes of yours and try to nd our careers."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yet apparently your little plot to eliminate us, because we decided to take care of your little pagan idol of Dave Brickheart's pet goat. Well you're about to get it ten times worse tonight Cult of Massacre. You see Davey Milk Straw you aren't just messing with family. You're messing with a Dynasty. Yeah Brickheart a dynasty. The Fairtex Dynasty. Tong and Phantam. Jade and Kim. Tong and Jade. Phantam and Kim. Whichever way you want to look at it. Which ever way you want to pair it up doesn't matter. We're the Fairtex Dynasty."

Jade: "You got the money and we got the time and we didn't need any money for this match because we still didn't finish the job with the Cult of Massacre. Yeah remember last time you had an encounter with The Hired Killers. You still hear the sounds of those concussion grenades going off in your heads during that Hardcore Title match between Dave Brickheart and Psychotic Goth. We hope so because what's going to happen tonight is going to make those concussion grenades feel like a small pain in the head."

Kim: "Oh believe us Cult of Massacre we can do much, much, much worse than that and when The Fairtex Dynasty steps into the ring to give you a beat down. It's going to be several times worse than you can ever realize. It's going to be Hired Killer style and that's with all out brutality and the ass kicking you're going to get is something you'll never expect."

Katie Moss: "They seemed to know a bit more about you than you about them."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah but we know something about them don't we. We know the Cult of Massacre as a bunch of stinking cowards who can't wrestle like a real team. Well tonight you're going to be exposed for being a Cult of Morons."

Phantam Fairtex: "More like the Cult of Nobodies. Cult of Looney Tunes. I mean with names like Sodom and Gomorrah or is it Benny and Lodi. Where did Brickheart find these assholes. He must have found a bunch of drunks and convinced them he's a god."

(Katie looks a bit nervous as she looks at The Hired Killers.)

Jade: "Anything wrong."

Katie Moss: "Hired Killers there was a shooting of a security guard....."

Jade: "So you think we did it."

Kim: "Why would we shoot a security guy."

Katie Moss: "I don't know."

The Hired Killers go into their trench coats and Katie Moss looks nervous as they pull out their PDA's and look at them.)

Jade: "No one that was a security guard."

Kim: "If he owed money then it would be on our list and he wasn't on our list."

Katie Moss: "Do you know who did it."

Jade: "If we knew we would tell management."

Katie Moss: "it's no coincidence that The Hired Killers are on the same show with GM Lynn Brewster. Everyone knows there's a lot more bad blood between yourself and Lynn after the last show."

Kim: "There's coincidences and there's conveniences. This is just a coincidence but I want her to win so I can get back at her and kick her ass.
However, tonight the Fairtex Dynasty is going to kick the shit out of the Cult of Massacre and that's what we're out to do."

Katie Moss: "Tong you've had some things you've wanted to say to Radu Matei about what happened when Jade faced Lynn for the SWAT Amazons Women's Championship."

Tong Fairtex: "You know Matie it wasn't bad enough you hated Lynn for some imaginary reason. It wasn't bad enough that Jade lost the title...."

Jade: "I told you was over it."

Tong Fairtex: "I know and that's not why I was upset. The thing was you were almost killed by Matei's stunt with the bugs. Well Matei let's see how tough you are if you put the title on the line against 'The Bangkok Hitman' and see how it's like to have a can of bug spray emptied out into your bug infested throat. You want to trash me say it to my face if you have the guts and I know you don't."

Phantam Fairtex: "Will he have the guts or will we turn on the lights and he'll run like cockroaches and we'll know he'll run like cockroaches."

Tong Fairtex: "Speaking of candidates needing to be exposed to the light. Cult of Massacre you're just like the Radu Matei reference since you leeches are three brainless assholes with a loser for a leader. Yeah Brickheart you're a loser in SWAT and you were a loser in Hardkore World.
You never won any titles that I know of and you were always a no show in Hardkore World. Hell nobody remembers who you are except that you're
a come and go when it's a convenience type of competitor."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah and he's always living off his family name."

Tong Fairtex: "Unlike us who earn our family name. Hell in the ill-fated XWCW you still didn't show up even when Angela signed you up for an exclusive contract. You still couldn't beat anyone if barely able to win a victory. Well Brickheart you're going to once again be a no show and if you do manage to show up. Is it going to be the regular bullshit of your movement. Will it be the regular bullshit about blood sacrifice and how your god idol is going to see you through this match."

Phantam Fairtex: "How about putting some tights on that rebuilt idol of yours and tag that piece of shit into the ring. You know make it a five on four tag team match just to show you're a bunch of weirdos and freaks."

Tong Fairtex: "Brickheart's not that stupid since he probably needs to protect it from us Cult Busters and will keep it in a safe place."

Phantam Fairtex: "Tonight we're going to bust these four bitches and we're going to own them with such dominance that they're going to wish they didn't mess with us. They are going to be dead meat by the time we finish with them and then they'll be known as The Cult that got Massacred."

Jade: "The Fairtex Dynasty always keeps their word of honor and we always keep our word of honor. Cult of Massacre we always finish what's started and you started something that were going to finish the job."

Kim: "That's because we finish the job that was started. There's your mistake when you mess with the Fairtex Dynasty and Cult of Massacre you're going to see if you can really finish this. We doubt you can even do that."

Tong Fairtex: "That's right we're the Fairtex Dynasty and we're one unit compared to you low IQ idiots. We're the best there is, was and forever be the Team of the Future. So don't show up if you actually want to wrestle in the ring and as for wanting to sacrifice us for your little pet goat head. Don't count on it since we're going to show that true blood's thicker than Cult of Massacre. Let's go. We have business to attend to."

Phantam Fairtex: "We're right behind you bro."

(They leave the locker room.)

Katie Moss: "The Fairtex Dynasty is both firedup and serious about beating the Cult of Massacre. Back to you guys."

(The scene fades to black.)

[Kilroy]

[The feed cuts to a jittery hallway camera shot as a cameraperson is forcibly moved into a secluded area. The shot only settles when the camera ends up a facing a gray brick wall. The shot moves as the cameraperson tries to move, but is immediately put back where they were.]

???: Ah ah ah. Stay right there.

[The shot stays in place.]

???: Thank you. You know it didn't used to be so hard to get ahold of y'all before.

[The mystery person addressing the camera steps into shot an there's a mild pop of recognition and nostalgia as the world is once more forced to look upon the visage of Kilroy Evans. He looks much like he used to: brown hair shaved down into an extremely short buzzcut. His beard mildly unkempt. He might've lost a little weight, but it's hard to tell because he's still got on jeans and a t-shirt like he always has worn before. His t-shirt is a custom one, with the poster for the movie Clue on its front. in one major difference, though, he is definitely not smiling as he glares into the camera.]

Kilroy Evans: *sighs* Hello.

[Kilroy slumps slightly before straightening back up and holding up his hand briefly.]

Kilroy Evans: Hold on, I'm sorry. I was working really hard on figuring out how to address the fans and let them know just how much they were going to enjoy my getting back in the ring. It was tough because, being away so long, I wanted it to feel special.

[Kilroy looks off-camera thoughtfully and then back into the lens.]

Kilroy Evans: I wanted to make sure that everyone knew this was important to me. Because I was trying to break the mold and stay properly retired. As much as I wanted to keep going and going until the wheels fell off and I basically imploded in the ring...

[There are audible groans from the crowd.]

Kilroy Evans: ...I decided to be responsible when I felt like my time was up. So coming back for this---and I'm sorry for my first words back to be so angry---coming back for this I made plans. I know seeing Syberus and me go one-on-one again would be fun enough. But "fun enough" is not the way I've ever rolled. I came up with something phenomenal. Something that would shame everyone else for not having thought of it first.

[Kilroy's look of disapproval slides straight into the scowl spectrum.]

Kilroy Evans: And then Syb...really, Syb? Really? REALLY?!

[He lets loose a brief sputter of noise.]

Kilroy Evans: Syb, you Yankee Doodle Dork of a pig! Who told you?!

[Kilroy angrily jabs a finger toward the camera.]

Kilroy: WHO?! TOLD?! YOU?!

[He storms out of shot and returns...with the exact same tuxedo Syberus wore out to the ring earlier.]

Kilroy Evans: I was going to go out to the ring for our match with this AMAZINGLY sharp looking tuxedo and, as a gesture of friendship for having this match with me, I was going to forcibly dress you in it over the course of our match as I beat you senseless for old time's sake. And now, somehow, you found out about this awesome tux and got too eager to encase yourself in pure freedom, so now my special surprise is completely ruined!

[Kilroy sniffles a bit, certainly not playing it up to the camera. There's a slight chant in the crowd of "You're a good friend!"]

Kilroy Evans: And when I find out who spoiled this, I'm gonna---

[Kilroy abruptly stops, almost freeing in place. He hols up a finger to let us all know to "wait a minute" as he pulls out his smartphone and scrolls through something quickly.]

Kilroy Evans: ...oh. It was me. I posted pics. Huh.

[Kilroy pockets his phone and looks blankly into the camera. He tosses the tuxedo out of shot and then smiles a big, toothy smile. It's worth noting Kilroy displays no overbite at all while smiling. Just teeth in a threatening manner.]

Kilroy Evans: Oh well, that's that I guess! It's a shame, really. I was looking forward to the look Syb's face when he realized what I was doing. Mostly because it maybe kinda involved superglue to keep things in place.

[Kilroy comically shrugs and dusts his hands off.]

Kilroy Evans: But you fine people and Syberus have nothing to worry about! Ol' Kilroy has contingency plans for moments like this and you can trust me when I say...

[Kilroy gets close to the camera.]

Kilroy Evans: ...I came here to pay respects and I will not disappoint.

[Kilroy chuckles and the smile gets almost impossibly bigger as the shot cuts elsewhere.]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: This is incredible and tonight promises to be huge. We have Michael Maddox AND Calum Morgan facing Radu Matei for the SWAT World title.

Andrew Fulton: If they don't kill each other first.

Jeremy Tucker: Good point. You know that what happened at Battleground 16 will probably carry over tonight. Then we have Soutter facing Frostbite, and we’ll see Joanne Canelli taking on Lynn Brewster.

Andrew Fulton: Lynn put a lot on the line.

Jeremy Tucker: Indeed but if she wins, the fights with Pesci and company end and it's all hers, which given they stole it from her when Pesci suddenly returned….

Andrew Fulton: Stole it? What does that mean? Pesci, Soutter…..KGB, they just needed a vacation.

Jeremy Tucker: Needed a vacation? How….How do you sleep at night with that type of thinking?

Andrew Fulton: I sleep fine because it's the truth. Not my fault that Lynn missed that memo.

Jeremy Tucker: They ... abandoned ...oh never mind. It's time for our first match and we’ll see Sabrina Sinstone take on Tabitha.

Andrew Fulton: Don’t you mean Zolothach?

Jeremy Tucker : Anyway, let's go to the ring.

Frank Salazar: This match is one fall. First weighing in at 130 pounds from London, England this is Sabrina Sinstone!

Sabrina comes out to a mixed reaction and makes her way down to the ring, climbing in and stretching a bit while waiting on her opponent.

Frank Salazar: And her opponent, weighing in at 165 pounds from Sin Island this is Tabitha!

“Cthulhu” by Gunship begins playing as Tabitha Osborne steps out from the back in a dark hooded robe that hides her features. She ignores the booing crowd, heading straight for the ring. She lays her robe onto the time keeper’s table like it were a championship title and rolls into the ring. She eyes Sabrina up and down, and meanwhile Sabrina is looking a bit nervous. The referee calls for the bell.

Tabitha and Sabrina both start it with a tie up in the center of the ring. Tabitha takes the advantage with two kicks to the gut which she follows with a double underhook backbreaker onto her knee. She then goes straight to work on Sabrina’s back with a bow and arrow submission. Sabrina is screaming in pain and does not give up. She continues shaking her head no which only pisses Tabitha even more. Tabitha releases the hold and begins to snap mentally as she is kicking Sabrina’s back about five times before the referee forces her off and warns her. Tabitha, while hesitating, obliges and takes a few steps back to rest. She squats down like in a football tackle position, waiting for Sabrina to get up. When Sabrina finally gets up Tabitha goes for a spear but gets caught by Sabrina into a spinning spinebuster. Both ladies are laid out as the referee begins the ten count…

1…….

2…….

3…….

4…….

Sabrina is the first to stir and she begins crawling to the ropes while Tabitha sites and tries to do the same.

5…….

6…….

7…….

Sabrina reaches the ropes shortly before Tabitha does the same. Both use the ropes to get up and hang on the ropes. Sabrina walks over to where Tabitha is and they exchange with a war of rights and lefts. Sabrina takes the advantage with a European uppercut before Irish whipping Tabitha to the opposite ropes. On the rebound Tabitha attempts a powerslam but Sabrina manages to continue the rotation into a rollup…

1…….

2…….

Kickout!

Jeremy Tucker: Sabrina going for a cover and she looks surprised that it wasn't a three count.

Andrew Fulton: She wasn't even close on that one.

Sabrina gets up with a surprised look on her face that she was that close to think. Tabitha smirks knowing she caught Sabrina making a mistake that almost cost her. Tabitha walks over to Sabrina and they have another tie up. Sabrina takes the advantage this time with a headlock takedown. She keeps the headlock locked in. Tabitha moves her feet so she can get to her knees while Sabrina still keeps it locked in. Tabitha gets to a standing position and elbows Sabrina in the stomach twice before Irish whipping her into the ropes.

Sabrina returns and hits Tabitha with a shoulder block. Sabrina continues running to the opposite ropes. On the rebound Sabrina jumps over Tabitha but Tabitha gets up with Sabrina’s back turned towards her and hits a release German suplex that sends Sabrina flying close to the other side of the ring.

Andrew Fulton: THAT shows Tabitha’s background. That was a solid move.

Tabitha walks over to Sabrina and proceeds to lift her leg up high in the air before dropping it right back down to the canvas. She does it two more times before the referee comes to warn her to stop from going crazy. Tabitha takes a breather and comes back attempting to do it again but this time is kicked off by Sabrina, who then proceeds to crawl over to the ropes. Tabitha runs at Sabrina sending her to the canvas, and both ladies are down, although it's hard to believe that Tabitha had that much taken out of her. The referee begins the count…

1…….

2…

Sabrina is crawling towards the ropes but Tabitha is standing by the opposite ropes, waiting like a caged animal for Sabrina to get up. Sabrina uses the ropes to get to her feet, and turns around…..to get hit with a running jumping side kick that sends Sabrina to the mat and she lands hard. Sabrina is holding her back as Tabitha climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle and waits….

Jeremy Tucker: What the hell is she doing up there?

Andrew Fulton: Waiting on Sabrina most likely. What else would she be doing?

Jeremy Tucker: I know that's the obvious answer, but what does she have in mind?

Sabrina finally rolls over and gets to hands and knees. She sits up on her knees, only to a shoulder tackle off the top of the turnbuckle! Sabrina is down again and Tabitha hits her with a kick off the turnbuckle. Sabrina is down, holding her chest but Tabitha is about had her fill of Sabrina and she pulls Sabrina up, then does something that grosses out some of the crowd. She licks Sabrina’s face but Sabrina is barely able to stand on her own two feet without help. Tabitha makes sure Sabrina will never forget her when she locks in an Achilles heel hold that makes Sabrina scream. However Sabrina is just barely able to reach the bottom rope. The referee calls for the break and Tabitha complies rather quickly. Sabrina is pulling herself up when Tabitha seems to go over to help, but instead hits Sabrina with a spinning cobra clutch sleeper and Sabrina seems to quickly drop to the mat. The referee is asking her if she wants to quit but she says no. Tabitha locks in the hold even tighter and Sabrina is fading fast. The referee raises her arm once…..and it falls. He raises it a second time ...and it falls. He goes for a third time……And it falls. He calls for the bell.

Frank Salazar: Winner of the match “Zolothach”!

The referee tells Tabitha to break the hold and finally she does. She stands up and taunts the crowd then climbs up and picks up her robe and carefully puts it on like it’s the Crown jewels and makes her way up the ramp as the crowd boos her.

[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 step in the ring, one on one, mano a mano, with the Snow Flake, Frostbite.

This guy, he is, some would say, obsessed with me. He is delivering his best material since he joined SWAT, which, lets be honest, wouldn’t be hard if you saw his old stuff.

The reason for him stepping up his game, he has to, doesn’t he? If he is to try and hang with the Big Bad Bustling Bandit! He holds ME responsible, for his sub standard, half assed, recycled crap he pulled previously, and he holds ME responsible for exposing him and holds a personal grudge against me for doing so.
Snow Flake. There is only one person responsible, and thats YOU! It was your actions, and your actions alone, and if being shamed into stepping up your game was what it took, so be it, i can live with that.

If you want to burn something down though, take a look in the mirror, take a look deep down inside yourself, and ask yourself, (goofy Frostbite voice imitation) ... Should i be angry with Paul for exposing my crap, or should i be shamed with myself for becoming that

And while you’re at it, ask yourself why you have to keep bringing it up! We gladly resigned you and were happy to leave the past in the past, then you go one this fn crusade to Burn us Down for exposing you ... FOR WHAT YOU DID! Get the Fuck out of here!

I am going to expose you again tonight! This time, for something that is no fault of your own, this time, i am exposing you simply, for being the inferior wrestler. There is no shame in that! I am the Centre of Attention after all. Although burn it down really isn’t that original now either, is it. Why don’t you start telling us all We can’t see you! ... or how about ... you are tooooo sweet

[Suit rolls his eyes.]

I got the Skill to Thrill!

The name to Entertain!

I’m loud and proud, and well endowed!

In just a short while i am going to beat the living snot out of Frostbite, and i like it like that!!!

Enough of that turkey! This is Suits Suite, and i need a guest.

Avery McCullen ...... COME ON DOWN!!!

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

Paul Soutter : Avery. Welcome to Suits Suite, please, have a seat.

Avery McCullen: Thank you Mister Soutter. I’m surprised that you even asked me to be on your show actually.

Paul Soutter : Of course i would, you’re a huge star here in SWAT! Look, i know your husband just cost you the Amazons title to join us in the KGB, but this is an interview segment, so, please, can we try and be professional?

She looks at him, as she balls her fists up, but soon releases them, as she leans back in the seat.

Avery McCullen: It’s taking every ounce of strength not to punch you right in the face. I mean not only did you dumb asses cost me match, but the one man that I actually love, and have loved over the last few years betrays me, in a way that I never thought. But… I’m here to answer questions… So I will keep it as professional as I can…

Paul Soutter : You two always have had a disfunctual marriage if you ask me, we have seen him prouncing around the wrestling world for years as the ladies man, and parading woman after woman on his arm, all the while, married to you, really, this should come as no surprise.

Avery scoffs and shakes her head.

Avery McCullen: Mike has always been loyal to me. Sure he flirts but that’s his nature. He can look but he can’t touch. If he does, I would beat the holy hell out of him and whoever I found him with. He’s never cheated on me. But he did hurt me when he turned on me in more ways than one.

Paul Soutter : Well, one could say you did the same thing? Right. Remember Lucky Linda?

Avery McCullen: Yeah I do. That wasn’t personal. It was business all the way. But I know others don’t see it that way. Linda cost me twice and Mike has turned on me. It was never personal with Linda like it is with Mike. I don’t know what you promised him, but you have destroyed something that was stronger than any friendship! We were perfectly happy until you came along!

Paul Soutter : Mike is a Bandit now! You will get used to it, maybe some couples counselling will help.

Avery McCullen: Fuck you Soutter! We don’t need Dr. Phil! If I wanted advice I wouldn’t ask anyone like you about what love is that’s for damn sure! Right now I don’t know if he even still cares for me like I do for him, or he’s just with me because of our daughter.

Paul Soutter : The way i see it. He loves you. He just ... wants to be Champion more, and he knows, the KGB is the way to go to make that happen!

Avery rolls her eyes and laughs.

Avery McCullen: How many times have I heard those promises? Oh you join with us we’ll make sure that you get that title you’ve been after. Or my favorite one is, we’ll get you to the top and then backstab you at every turn before we toss you to the curb. See I know what kind of people you are, and it’s going to end badly for someone and when it does the crowd in the arena will say the words you don’t want to hear. “We told you so!”

Paul Soutter : Like we give a shit about what these turkeys in the crowd say. (Crowd erupts in boo’s) So .. .where to for Avery McCullen next?

[Linger hits, and Lucky Linda comes out to the rampway, mic in hand and talking as she walks down to the ring.]

Lucky Linda : I will tell you where to Suit. Hi by the way. (Linda waves jovially to Soutter, then turns her attention back to Avery, as she enters the ring.) Right back to ME! You and I Avery, we have unfinished business, looks like you just had a dose of your own medicine. What a shame, to be sure to be sure. Times like these, you wish you had a friend to turn to, to cry on their shoulder ....

Avery McCullen: Really? I don’t need anyone! It seems like I can’t trust anyone around me as of late. You really think I would even want to be anywhere near a traitor? Or should I say traitors! You cost me two title matches, and then Mike turned on me. I don’t have anyone! And I don’t need anyone! If you want to settle what we started then we can finish it right here right now!

Lucky Linda : LET’S DO IT!

[Linda and Avery charge at each other, Suit trips over the couch trying to get out of their way, Bruno helping him to his feet and the girls go into a wild brawl, beating the tar out of each other. They brawl out of the ring and all the way to the back.]

Soutter : (back on the couch recomposed, watching them fight to the back) I think we have heard all we are going to from Avery tonight. Them two Irish Rose Bombshells really hate each other hey. We will have to get them to settle that once and for all.

Enjoy the show SWAT Fans! This one is for you Packer and Tanner!!!

[Peel their cap’s back hits as we fade too .....]

[edwarddubin0604]

(The arena grows dark as the tron shows Vampira and Psychotic Goth are side by side. Psychotic Goth's breathing is very like an enraged maniac.)

Vampira: "The 'King of the Goths is very angry and is not in a pleasant mood."

(Psychotic Goth continues to breathe like an angry maniac.)

Psychotic Goth: "Someone has stolen my gifts to my opponents! Someone has raided the stronghold of the 'King of the Goths!' Someone is going to pay and whoever is the one who dared to steal from me is going to pay!"

(He bellows.)

Psychotic Goth: "Who stole them is beyond me! Yet if and when I find out who did it and I shall find out! There shall be hell to pay and I do mean hell to pay! It shall be quite harsh and I shall show no mercy to whoever stole my gifts to my opponents!"

(Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient dialect and pauses.)

Psychotic Goth: "However, to whoever did take it I may show mercy to whoever did it. Confess and you may be spared my full wrath and fury. If no one confesses or return my gifts to my opponents. Then everyone's fate is gong to be sealed without mercy or remorse."

(He snarls with more anger.)

Psychotic Goth: "However, I'm going to focus on my match with all four of my hardcore Championship opponents. It seems like the KGB and Joe Pesci are getting creative in their laughable attempts to destroy 'The King of the Goths.' Are you that desperate to pit four contenders against me. Do you want me to lose so badly you're willing to have a five way match or a four on one handicap match."

(Psychotic Goth laughs scornfully and screams in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Let us look at the four armies that shall collide with my gothic warriors. The first is lead by the one who calls himself 'The Hardest Kore Wrestler on the Planet.' Todd Snyder. You claim to be the last graduate of Hardkore World's Training School and you act like such a tough guy."

(He laughs scornfully again.)

Psychotic Goth: "So far two matches into your illustrious SWAT career and you still haven't won anything. You have done nothing to impress me.
You got beaten up by Rajiv Khan a fellow scrub but one who's at least tough to be in the ring with me. Then you team with 'The Great' Syberus whom himself didn't even to team with a pathetic bitch like you. Take some advice from me and anyone else Snyder. You should just quit and go to some minor league promotion and beat up the scrubs there. At least you'll be dominant there. However, if I should find out you stole my gifts to you and the rest of the competitors. You can forget about your career since I'll end it."

(He laughs again and screams in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Then there's a newcomer JR Wrangler who says he's hardcore and is a man of few words but loves to drink lots of beer. I have to admit I'm very curious about you since I don't knw much about you but I shall know when we step into the ring with the other competitors. I believe you could be a threat to me but then again the unknown is always intriguing. I just hope you didn't steal my gifts for all the competitors. For now see you in the ring with the others."

(Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Then there's Robbie Cox, who's suffering from too much Drama in his life. Imagine Robbie your male lover, Drama, isn't with you to go against me too. Maybe you can be hardcore and maybe you can't be hardcore. We're going to find out now won't we Robbie Roy Cock Boy. Let's see if you can hold your own and if you have the big dick to hold your own. Then again all you're going to do if you win this title is show it off as you make your cheap horny porn films at the cheapest rate on Joe Pesci's private adult streaming service that Joanne Canelli secretly watches to get an arousal."

(He laughs demonically but he pauses ominously.)

Psychotic Goth: "However, if it should be that that you stole my gifts for my opponents so you can use them as props for your stinking porn movies. I swear to Satan that you shall be sacrificed to him for your sins."

(Psychotic Goth roars swearing an oath in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Finally there is Rajiv Khan, whom I faced already and he came close to defeating me. Yet he never got the job done and then some fucking asshole of a fan claimed that I cheated to win."

(He pauses and slowly bellows in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "If I find out that he stole my gifts for my opponents and see that individual. He shall die at my hands and I shall show no remorse about it either. You see nobody questions my wrestling skills and nobody and I mean nobody questions my hardcore title reign. You see I'm the longest reigning SWAT Hardcore Champion who's been defending this title since I beat Hell's Bouncer for it last year. Who shall challenge that."

(He roars and unleashes a curse in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Now Rajiv khan you've been quite impressive as of late. You've lost but you haven't been going down with out a fight. I know you'll win a championship one day but tonight it's not going to happen. You'll still give me and anyone in this match trouble but in the end you'll probably come close but still fall short of victory. Then again try to surprise me Rajiv Khan. Please try to surprise me. However, I do hope you didn't hide my gifts in your cab because if you did and I find out.....You shall see the end of both your career and your life."

(Psychotic Goth roars louder as he lowers his head and raises his arms before flinging his head back revealing his pale handsome goth like looks as fire bursts all around them.)

Psychotic Goth: "To all those whose armies shall oppose me tonight in the ring shall find hell to pay as I commit hardcore warfare. There shall be no doubt that I, Psychotic Goth, 'The King of the Goths,' 'The Psychotic One' and 'Satan's Chosen Warrior' shall cut a destructive swath throughout all my opponents and their armies and hell shall reign along with the darkness and terror I shall unleash upon my opponents. Then I shall seek out whoever stole my gifts to my opponents and they shall pay a terrifying price. Be assured I always carry out my threats. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall it shall be made a reality."

(He roars as the fires rise and engulf both Psychotic Goth and Vampira as the tron goes dark and the lights come back on in the arena.)

[SWAT Team]

[We see the world famous yellow cab that when we zoom in can be no other than Wrestler slash taxi driver, Rajiv Khan’s. There is a married couple sitting in the back arguing with each other as Khan drives along oblivious, ear phones blaring what we presume is Bollywood classics.]

Husband : If he is no one, why won’t you let me read the messages he is sending you? Why do you delete them all?

Wife : I don’t know what you are talking about. You are so paranoid, it’s embarrassing.

[Wifes phone buzzes from the vibrate.]

Husband : Bang! Right there! Who is that? Why is it set to silent?

Wife : It’s not silent! You heard it

[She groans inside at it being on vibrate and not silent]

Husband : Show me, i want to see.

Wife : You want to see? Here, have a look!

[She grabs the phone and throws it out of the window, instantly regretting it.]

Husband : You’re crazy! Driver! Stop the cab!

Wife : You want to run and read it! Go ahead! I’m thru with you you fat slob!

Husband : Them sleaze balls are welcome to you, you make me sick you go damn jezebel!

[Both storm out of the cab. Husband bee lining it to the bar across the rd, wife scrambling for her phone.]

[Rajiv Khan [/b]: Hey! Someone has to pay for the ride guys . ...... guys?

Wife : (snatching her phone up from the sidewalk and jumping back in the cab) Drive!

[Rajiv takes off, the husband standing there on the pavement fuming. The wife presses on her phone and then puts it to her ear, half amazed it’s still working.]

Wife : Yeah. It’s me. I just did it. It’s over, done. I’m on the way to yours right now. Just one thing, you gotta fix up the cabbie when i get there.]

[Rajiv smiles, and adjusts the rear view to his favourite posi, right up her legs. Switch to her getting out the cab and this sleaze bag running down and handing Rajiv a $50. The cab then pulling away and Khan speaking to the camera.]

Rajiv Khan : God damn slimy American cheating spouses, they all get what they deserve. She is lucky he had that $50 or the pair of them would have been paying the Indian Assassin, with interest!

I see it every day. The dregs of society. You have no idea. This is common place

[We notice Khans accent has gone from pure Indian guttural previously, to now more educated English back tones, what is with that? Sounds like a terrorist from 24.]

Rajiv Khan : And here we are. My first Championship match in SWAT! Hallelujah! This is what they say folks, work hard and your dreams will come true

I have endured and endured and endured here at SWAT. My whole career, i have been a laughing stock, a stereo type, but i persevere ... i don’t complain, i don’t bust balls, no, i just keep on working! Mr Pesci and Fierce and the others, they talk down to me, i tolerate it, i know i can defeat them all, i can defeat anyone, i am the Indian Assassin!

I will show them. I will show them ALL!

Psychotic Goth. You are a great champion, but you are not Rajiv Kan. You do not have what it takes to match me in the ring.

Todd Synder. What are you, a mime? You sound as much, you will be my first victim,. I am telling the world right now, you are the weak link in this match, and i am going to target you and i am going to pin you and win the title.

Henry Brown. Robbie COX? What are you waiting for, the time is upon us, the match is approaching!

[Khan turns his indicator and pulls left and we see the arena and he is pulling in.[

I do not fear you two! Brown, you were World Champion, and look at you now! A disgrace, to the fed and the Wrestling World! COX! I have seen all your movies, as terrible a movie career and your trashy smut was, you are an even worse wrestler!

JR Wrangler! You are new and i will cut you some slack, but if you want to last around here, you have a lot to learn!

Honestly, none of you can compete with the Indian Igniter!

See you fools in the ring, when that Hardcore Strap becomes Mine!

SWAT Life!

[vastrix]

“Zolothach” Tabitha Osborne opens the door to her dressing room and walks in. She closes the door behind her and strops in her tracks when she sees Dr. Joseph Benson sitting at her vanity table in the room. She nearly says something biting, but instead sighs. Dr. Benson had been assigned to her case, one of Dr. Steele’s subordinate doctors. It's been like a vacation for him to be out of the asylum as well.

DR. BENSON: So, would you like to take a seat, Tabitha. We can begin.

Tabitha is across the room in a flash, her ritual dagger pressed against the Doctor’s throat.

TABITHA OSBORNE: We had talked about this, Doctor. You call me by my chosen name, Zolothach, or you can bleed out right now!

Dr. Benson slowly swallows hard, afraid that the movement in his throat might cause him to be cut from the wavy dagger in Tabitha’s hand.

DR. BENSON: R-right. I'm sorry, Zolothach.

Tabitha relaxes, putting the dagger away. She finds her way to a seat on the twin sized bed in the room that's there in case she wanted to nap before her match.

TABITHA OSBORNE: Thank you. What do you want?

Dr. Benson rubs his throat for a moment before grabbing his notepad and pen.

DR. BENSON: How do you feel now that you are essentially out again and in a wrestling ring?

TABITHA OSBORNE: I feel like I'm alive again. I'm going down to the ring and doing what I've always known that I was meant to be doing! Kicking some butt! Being the greatest wrestler that I can be! It's what I've always wanted since…

DR. BENSON: Since you were a child learning wrestling from your father.

Tabitha stares off into the distance, memories of her father’s abuse coming back to her for a moment.

TABITHA OSBORNE: Yeah…

DR. BENSON: What do you think that you’ll accomplish here in SWAT?

TABITHA OSBORNE: I think I'm going to rule this dump! I don't have management against me like I did with AIW. I can finally rise up. Now go away.

Dr. Benson continues to scrawl in his notepad, looking down his glasses at Tabitha with a brief smile.

DR. BENSON: I don't think we are finished here.

TABITHA OSBORNE: You should get medical to look at that cut.

Dr. Benson frowns, looking at himself curiously.

DR. BENSON: What cut?

Tabitha slashes at Dr. Benson with her ritual dagger. He gets a hand up to defend himself, being the exact wrong thing to do as the dagger slashes across his hand. Blood flies across the room as Dr. Benson draws his hand back.

DR. BENSON: What the fuck, you bitch!

Dr. Joseph Greer jumps up out of the chair and heads out of the room, leaving a smiling Tabitha Osborne.

TABITHA OSBORNE: That will teach that fucker some boundaries.

[Jonnie Valentine]

[Back in Atlanta, Syberus starts walking to his car in the State Farm Arena parking lot. He opens up the door and sits down in the front driver seat. He looks over at the passenger seat and a bow-tie is placed on it. Without looking he says]



Syberus: I was wondering when you would try this.



Jonnie Valentine: (in the backseat) Nice rental.



Syberus: No.



Jonnie Valentine: You haven't heard what I'm going to say.



Syberus: No.



Jonnie Valentine: Just hear the amount of money you're leaving on the table first...



Syberus: Why don't you just do this by yourself?



Jonnie Valentine: (points) YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND SEXINESS! People want TWO sexy people, Syb. Two! One guy walking to the ring shaking his money maker is a heel! Two guys makes it fun and sexy.



Ronnie the Merch Guy: It's Sexiness 101, kid.



Syberus: Ronnie's in my car?



Ronnie the Merch Guy: You tink I wanna be here? There's a lotta rental cars I'd rather be in, believe me.



Jonnie Valentine: I'm in talks with alot of entities right now concerning The Stylistics, we're talking big things. They are talking about Stylistics toys in kids meals.



Syberus: Like at McDonald's?



Ronnie the Merch Guy: Woah, get a load of this guy? McDonald's? Yeah, let me just ask them the next time our lear jets are parked next to each other on the tarmac.



Jonnie Valentine: He's kidding, Ronnie. No, it's a chicken sandwich chain in El Salvador.



Ronnie the Merch Guy: Yeah, dey already mades them for Cobryn, and you're about the same height and hair...



Jonnie Valentine: But that's not what this is about, Ronnie. This is about how well we mesh. This is about how our strengths and weaknesses compliment one another much more than Strike Force, or Team Fairtex, or Barcode. It's about achieving my childhood dream of winning the SWAT World Tag Team titles myself, it's about...



Syberus: It's about the chicken sandwich toys isn't it?



Jonnie Valentine: A little, yeah.


[Syberus lets out a prolonged groan and rests his head on the steering wheel. Then a few moments of silence pass as Ronnie looks at Jonnie who gives him a "we got this" expression. Syberus pops up like a meerkat.]


Syberus: Although... with "Hardkore" Jonnie Valentine in my corner-


Jonnie Valentine: Yeah, I'm kind of done with the Hardk-


Syberus: This stupid bow tie thing could just be a means to an end...


Ronnie the Merch Guy: I'm gettin goosebumps!


Syberus: I could be World Heavyweight Champion as leader of the SOCIETY OF THE NEW BREED!!


[Jonnie raises a finger of correction.]


Jonnie Valentine: THE STYLISTICS. And I'm the leader.


[Syberus waves dismissively.]


Syberus: Yes, yes, the stupid bow tie thing, of course...


[Syberus nods to himself.]


Syberus: The Society of the New Breed...


Jonnie Valentine: No!


Syberus: Let's do it!


Jonnie Valentine: Excellent!


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Wait, what'd we just agree to?


Jonnie Valentine: I have no idea, but I'm in!

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : And we are back with our second match of the evening folks, The Fairtex Dynasty hooking it up with the Cult of Massacre!

Andrew Fulton : I dig the Cult, Brickheart knows what’s what and he has these guys following him eating out of his hands.

Jeremy Tucker : More like completely brainwashed you might say.

Andrew Fulton : Tomoto, Tamatoe.

Jeremy Tucker : All 8 members standing by in the ring, and this one is a tornado tag i am being informed, and we are under way as referee Joe Davola calls for the bell.

Andrew Fulton : Hired Killers instantly with double clotheslines on Kobi and Benny.

Jeremy Tucker : They tumble over the top and Phantam runs up and over the ropes and corkscrew splashes BOTH MEN!

Andrew Fulton : Tong grabs Silence and press slams him over his head, running him to the ropes, but is cut short by a low blow by Brickheart. Great move Dave!

Jeremy Tucker : Are you brainwashed by his ramblings as well or something Fulton?

Andrew Fulton : No way Jerry, i just think highly of him. Brickheart pulls out a screwdriver from his tights, and starts gouging at Tong with it, and he is cutting him open! Slice him UP!

Jeremy Tucker : This is getting out of hand quickly, Tong is bleeding from the forehead, Brickheart licks the screwdriver insanely, he IS MAD!

Andrew Fulton : Jade and Kim double drop kick Brickheart. Kim dives on him and ground and pounds him, Silence grabs Jade and plants her with a scorpion death drop! She is OUT!

Jeremy Tucker : Phantam on the outside now getting double teamed by Kobi and Benny, who have gotten themselves a couple of chairs and they deliver a devastating con chairto to Phantam Fairtex!

Andrew Fulton : Cult of Massacre mean business tonight Jerry! They are the real deal.

Jeremy Tucker : Tong, bleeding from the forehead, delivers a devastating spinning powerbomb to Brickheart, he grabs the screwdriver, and throws it away.

Andrew Fulton : Jade and Kim with a joint double reverse Russian leg sweep on Silence. The three of them then stomp on Silence and Brickheart, then notice Phantam in trouble and all three take it in turns off spearing thru the ropes onto the Massacre mad men.

Jeremy Tucker : Fairtex Dynasty on a roll now. Phantam gets to his feet and he running powerslams Benny thru the safety railing.

Andrew Fulton : Jade and Kim set up a table, and Tong then goes to the top rope and drops a leg onto Kobi who the girls had placed on the table.

Jeremy Tucker : Brickheart slides to the outside and he pulls out a kendo stick, and he clocks Jade hard with it across the head, the crowd erupting in boo’s. Should he be hitting a girl like that?

Andrew Fulton : They wanted in the match, gotta take it Jerry! Brickheart then clocks Kim across the skull also with the Kendo Stick!

Jeremy Tucker : Tong snaps and he smashes Brickheart over the head with half of the broken table, he then mounts him and starts wailing away wildly with huge lefts and rights.

Andrew Fulton : Tong is unstable, did you hear him earlier, he actually challenged the World Champion Radu Matei!

Jeremy Tucker : He is a great wrestler, and a veteran of SWAT, i’d say he’s as qualified as anyone for a shot at the belt.

Andrew Fulton : I’d like to see that! Radu is a killer and would exterminate him!

Jeremy Tucker : Silence saves Brickheart, running up the ring steps and launching at Tong and crunching him with a flying clothesline.

Andrew Fulton : Benny piledrives Kim, and then Jade catches him with a tilt a whirl back breaker.

Jeremy Tucker : This one is all over the place. Phantam grabs Silence and rams his head into the mat then rolls him into the ring.

Andrew Fulton : Kobi goes for a clothesline on Jade but she matrix ducks under it and super kicks him.

Jeremy Tucker : Phantam with a spinning Canadian Destroyer piledriver on Kobi.

Andrew Fulton : Kim off the top rope and she lands a corkscrew moonsault!

Jeremy Tucker : What a move! Tong slides into the ring, and as he does, Brickheart, Benny and Silence follow him in but all three Phantam, Jade and Kim send them straight back out with simultaneous super kicks.

Andrew Fulton : Bangkok lock! Tong hooking the Bangkok Lock on Kobi!!!!

[Tong applies and cinches in a Giant Octopus/Tazzmission combination and continues relentlessly clamping down tightly]

Jeremy Tucker : IT’S OVER! KOBI TAPS, KOBI TAPS OUT TO TONG AND THE FAIRTEX DYNASTY!!

Andrew Fulton : Are you sure ?

Jeremy Tucker : Please! You saw it, the world saw it! What a great victory to the Fairtex Dynasty, and what a great sight to see the two sets of married twins teaming together, for the first time here in SWAT!

Andrew Fulton : Makes me wanna puke.

Jeremy Tucker : There you see it folks, Tong, Phantam, Jade and Kim all getting their arms raised by Davola, what a great win!

[Fairtex Dynasty celebrates in the ring with UFC remix blaring, as Brickheart admonishes his Cult of Massacre team mate, ushering them to the back.]

[radu]

[Meanwhile, backstage...]

[Something sure smells good at the craft services table.] 

[As the odour hits his office, the owner of SWAT sticks his head out, licking his lips.  Is he the academy award winning actor or just a celebrity impersonator that found a niche he could exploit for personal gain?  Even David Schwimmer has an unsavory doppelganger.  He appeared in a sitcom.]


Joe Pesci <dictating to his personal assistant, Tony>: The first thing I'm gonna have Lynn do for me, AS MY SLAVE, is secretly record the Amazons dressing room.  We'll turn a profit on webcams if it kills us...


[Another long sniff.  All these great illegal pornography ideas are making Joe hungry.  Looking to score dinner before the talent gets their grubby hands on it, Joe stalks out into the hallway like the mincing predator we all know him to be.  His sister's husband's kid, Tony, follows after with pen and paper in tow.]


Joe Pesci <patting stomach>: I have to keep my energy up, its going to be a LONG night with Lynn........... <sexy eye flash> painting my house!  Can't forget to ea-----WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?


[Joe's forth cousin Vito is burning paperwork on a hotplate.]


Vito: Yous told me ta cook da books.

Joe Pesci <snatching the flaming paperwork>: FOR THE SHAREHOLDERS!!!  FOR FUCK'S SAKE!  I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE SMART ONE!  Do I need to outsource my accounting to Hell's Fucking Bouncer again?

Vito <nodding head>: Counting to sees how many guys is up in that hell club and how many dames are inside before you can let another two dudes through the doors?  This bouncer is probably uh regular Albort Einstein at maths.

Joe Pesci <shaking fistful of flaming paperwork>: Non fai scumbari!!!

"Mr. Pesci..."


[How many family members does he have working this criminal organization, and what are the odds that his Uncle Camelio was trying to make upskirt videos again with his pinhole camera.  Turning around with all the dignity of a man who has too much on his plate tonight to worry about another sexual harassment lawsuit, Joe spins on his heel with a sneer.]


Joe Pesci: WHAT THE FUCK DO YO----


[Stopping on a dime, Joe recognizes the cold and calculating face as SOMEONE who has authority to make his life difficult.  He doesn't know the person, but they give that nun vibe off to him.  Catholic school has given him a spidey sense when it comes to mouthing off to people that can mess his hand up with a ruler.  This pipsqueak is one of them.]


Joe Pesci <putting on the charm>: Yeah, what?

Jonathan Spinx <displaying card>: Mr. Pesci, I'm with the Georgia State Athletic commission.

Joe Pesci <hiding his financial documents behind his back>: OH.  I know we are FAR from a sellout crowd.... the building is almost empty... I was just about to apologize to my share holders for the poor turnout.  I blame all the Amazons for bloating up our card mostly.  I mean, this thing is going to go on for weeks... feels like Wrestlemania, am I right?

[There is a gagging sound from one of the locker rooms at this real wrestling reference.  Continuity.]

Joe Pesci: DESPITE our shitty turnout, we must be meeting the fire codes...

Jonathan Spinx <not amused>: You appear to be at maximum capacity, Mr. Pesci.  The fire marshall will deal with any fire codes your sold out event might be in violation of.  My presence is regarding the shape of one your wrestlers.

Joe Pesci <grimace>: Wrestlers are a dime a dozen.  You say one of our guys is looking gamey, I'm happy to cut the jerk.  None of these chumps are irreplaceable.

Jonathan Spinx: We were concerned after watching last weeks main event.





Joe Pesci <smile fades>: ...oh.



[The main draws on tonight's show are Frostbite taking on Soutter, and the world title three way dance.  The only thing Joe knows about last week's main event, is that he can't lose his world champion, and if its Frostbite that gets cut, well, Soutter will kill him.]


Joe Pesci: Um... <turning to Vito> did we have a main event on the Mass Effect show? <realizing that Vito will answer and not wanting to hear it> I honestly don't remember.  I think we ended that one with an interview, didn't we?  We like to mix up the formats around here.

Jonathan Spinx: The world title match.

Joe Pesci <forced smile>: OH THAT ONE!  YEAH! <smile fades> To be brutally honest all I remember from that one is Soutter tossing the two guys around like rag dolls.  Soutter is the best wrestler in SWAT.  I can get his autograph for you if you want.  The only reason he doesn't have the belt himself is because he has an enlarged heart - always giving.  Couldn't tell you about the rest of that title fight.  The road agent might have been drinking, so I can't vouch for it not having animal violence.  I didn't really pay attention to the match. <shaking head> I'm not big on wrestling.  Two half naked grown men rolling around in tights? <cringe> Seems a little gay to me.

Jonathan Spinx: Well WE watched it.








Joe Pesci <cringe>: ............oh.





Jonathan Spinx: And we were disturbed to see Frostbite using liquid nitrogen on Matei.  Far from chairs and tables... that looked extremely dangerous.  A whole other level of weaponry, not unlike a gun or axe, that frankly, isn't appropriate in a wrestling ring.


Joe Pesci <trying to think on his feet>: Um... yeah... I'm sure that was fake... a bit of dry ice to make it look scary. <nervous laugh> That's all... just staging... you <pointing> you guys thought it was real?  HA.  <fake laugh loud enough for his stooges to join in> HAHAHAHA!  Yeah right.  Pouring liquid nitrogen all over a guy like he was T-1000?  And you thought it was REAL?  That's HILARIOUS! <wiping a fake tear from his eye> I'm glad we all had a chance to laugh about this.  SORRY FOR THE MISUNDERSTANDING!  You have a great night.


[Joe turns to quickly run away with his tail between his legs...]




Jonathan Spinx: We are going to have to observe the physical condition of Radu Matei to clear him to wrestle.

Joe Pesci <shaking with anger>: Well... he has a BIG match tonight, so how about we have him swing by your office tomorrow for a physical.  I'll pay for the cab myself.  Frankly, I'd like to have him tested for performance enhancing drugs anyway, so poke, prod, cavity search away - I'll even pay for the cab to your offices myself. <big smile> WE'RE ALL ON THE SAME TEAM HERE!

Jonathan Spinx: I need to see him NOW in order for him to compete in the world title fight tonight.

Joe Pesci <livid>: LISTEN - You GET that wrestling is FAKE right?  Like the main event, Morgan is TOTALLY going over. Maddox is my boy, I love him like a son and I want him to win, but our test audiences showed that having a plunky baby face like Morgan behind the wheel will do better business at house shows.  WE DON'T HAVE ANY FACES!!!  SO YOU SEE ----- ITS ALL SCRIPTED!!!

Jonathan Spinx: Well then, he can beat Maddox, because if I don't see Matei RIGHT NOW.... that is going to be a SINGLES match.


[Pesci would like nothing more than to put this guy's head in a vice, pop it like a pimple, then bury his remains in the desert.  If only they'd done this show in Vegas instead of Atlanta.  Cement shoes off the pier?  That is so stereotypical.]



"You wanted to see me."



[The dressing room door of Radu Matei swings open, and out stumbles Brien O'Thomas wearing a black duster, black spider mask, and a Radu Matei "SWAT Where the Insects Play" T-shirt, only the champs face has a B&W photo of BOT's ugly mug safety pinned over it.]




Brien O'Thomas: Did someone say my name?  Which is DEFINITELY Radoo Mat-I.

Jonathan Spinx <squinting>: You're there world champion.

Brien O'Thomas: The camera puts on about forty pounds of muscle... and about a foot of height.  Its been kind to me.  I love the camera almost as I love insects.


Jonathan Spinx: ........


Brien O'Thomas: I enjoy having sex with bugs.


[Reaching into the pocket of his duster, Brien O'Thomas pulls out a fistful of gummy worms.  Orange.  Green.  Red.  All those gelatine colours.  Maintaining eye contact with the Georgia brass, BOT shoves the handful of candy down the front of his tights.  Placing his hands on his hips, he then proceeds to do an awkward pelvic thrust.]


Jonathan Spinx: And you didn't have liquid nitrogen thrown on you.


Brien O'Thomas: Just dry ice!  Look at this baby smooth skin!


[Reaching down, BOT pulls up his T-shirt to reveal a rather hairy beer belly.]


Jonathan Spinx <god I hate my life>: ...Thank you for your time.


Joe Pesci <yelling after the Athletic Commissioner>: I WAS JUST KIDDING ABOUT THE FINISHES!!!


[Could he have missed his calling as a serious thespian?  That felt so much more natural than wrestling.  Before Brien O'Thomas can let this first win go straight to his head, the SWAT owner has shoved him to one side and darting into the champion's dressing room.]


Joe Pesci <sneer>: What is your game?










[The camera pans around to find the world champion, slumped back against a wall.  His corner man, Oxanna Willie, is in the middle of reenforcing some bandages.  White gauze upon white gauze.  Layer upon layer.  Medical adhesive anchors the massive white drape to his currently exposed abdomen.  With half his torso and left arm looking like something out of a Mummy movie, you start to get the feeling that wasn't dry ice.  The burns on his face are mostly second degree, and are largely covered from previous medical requirements of his other title defence injuries.  Frostbite and some questionable road agent have left the champion with what appear to be third degree burns over a quarter of his body.]






Radu Matei <slowly looking up>: No game, Joe.  Like a sacrifice for the harvest, I carry your gold as an effigy.


[There is a loud slashing sound, as Willie triples up the medical tape around The Beast's elbow.]


Radu Matei: So I soldier on, weathering the beatings.  Letting the people of SWAT gnash and gnaw my bones, until one of them can claim the prize.  Transform me into an idea, and cheer, celebrating capturing the belt, not realizing that that lucky damned soul has become the next vessel for this company's brutal salvation. <flinch> I have suffered a great deal to find that next lamb for that glorious harvest... I am not about to be taken out of the moment of my triumph on medical grounds. <raising a bright red, burnt finger> When this night is over, Joe, you are going to wish the Athletic Commission had dragged me out of the arena... because you just blew the only chance you had.


[Taking Matei's point, Oxanna Willie starts to wrap up that exposed finger.]


Joe Pesci <spitting in disgust>: I don't care if you are more corpse than man, Matei, when you shuffle your zombie looking ass to that ring tonight, Maddox is going to BURY YOU!

Radu Matei <half smile through gauze>: See you at the harvest, Joe.


[Furious, Pesci charges out of the locker room, running into Brien O'Thomas, and getting a fistful of gummy worms in the chest.  It was nice knowing you BOT.  While the owner of SWAT goes into a vulgarity laced rant, the camera stays in the champion's locker room.]


Radu Matei <scratching the bandages around his chin>: It looks like our friend has been busy.

Oxanna Willie: Last week sure was his kind of shit show, know what I mean.  A waking gosh darn nightmare.  Bud's not exactly subtle.  'case he tries that elephant tranquilizer stunt again, I'm not touching nothin' 'til we're out of Georgia.  Won't be seeing a replay of that KGB nonsense tonight.

Radu Matei <handing his friend a beer>: Oh, we won't have to worry about them anyway.  I fear poor Maddox has picked the wrong time to sell his soul.  Travelling with a pack makes the wolf more dangerous.  Give the kid credit for his resource finding skills.  Sadly for this particular wolf cub, the rest of the pack will be so busy protecting their alpha, Soutter, that by the time his title challenge comes around, their energy will be spent.  Too busy dealing with Frostbite's only friends.  After all the assistance he gave to his wife, Maddox will be in the fight of his life, with NO back up.  Just the three of us.  <faint smile> I like that.  Forces him to stand on his own two feet to prove that he's the best.  Not husband.  Not tag partner.  Not human being.  But a great wrestler!  <smile fades> I'll cut those legs out from under him.



[Parched, a side effect of the medication that allows Radu to not succumb to his injuries.  Wincing in pain as he shifts his weight, the SWAT world champion reaches over to grab a bottle of water himself.]





Radu Matei <taking a sip>: No, we won't have to worry about Pesci and his goons. 

Just Maddox and Morgan... <takes another sip> as for...





[Red.]

[The water bottle sudden turns crimson.] 

[Has his parched lip split in half?]

[Searing pain.]

[No.]

[This is a very different kind of injury.]

[Reaching into his mouth with his non-bandaged hand, Radu Matei fishes out an insect.]


Oxanna Willie: One of yours, Rad...


Radu Matei: No.


[That isn't part of his collection.]


Oxanna Willie: What is it?


[An indian red scorpion.]


Radu Matei <sad smile>: Who can say.


[Placing the scorpion in a more secure container, Matei then picks the bottle back up.  Tearing the wrapper advertising the NESTLE brand off of it, he reveals a message written on the inside of the sticker...]


194


Radu Matei: A gift from our friend.

Oxanna Willie <spits>: Dang.  You're immune to all this shit, right, Rad?


[Reaching the dressing room door, Matei looks like he's already breaking into a sweat.]


Radu Matei <long pause>: ..............Sure Ox.  You know it.


[Physically shaken as a result of the scorpion's venom, the world champion staggers out to the hallway.  Oxanna Willie looks down at the cryptic numbers, then over at the bottle of blood.  This seems grave.]

[We cut to the promo playing on the tron to a shocked looking crowd, before the feed switches to the announcers booth.]

Jeremy Tucker: We just saw from our world champion...

Andrew Fulton: And after his fifth successful title defence in as many weeks, Radu is looking like he's been to hell and back.  He's literally dying in every match to make the SWAT World title the most prestiges here in the XHF.

Jeremy Tucker: I feel like I should address his Frostbite match...

Andrew Fulton: We all wish you would.

Jeremy Tucker: During that match, I kind of buried the champion, and alluded to the fact that Joey Morelli was robbed of the title.  Now we all saw Morelli put up a MUCH better challenge than we were all expecting.  He was half of a match of the year contender.... but constantly saying that Morelli had been robbed.  If that seemed out of character... no... character breakingly awful.  I have to apologize for my unprofessional behaviour.  It was a result of my ongoing struggles with alcoholism.

Andrew Fulton: You fell off the wagon, Jeremy?  Tricia must have been pissed.

Jeremy Tucker: My wife passed away six months ago, Andrew.

Andrew Fulton: Jesus.  I'm so sorry Jeremy.  I...

Jeremy Tucker: The Mass Effect show was on our... um... what would have been our tenth anniversary.  Which is why I hit the sauce pretty hard... and upset with my own situation, how unfair life is, my pain, my anger... the fact that Radu mentioned Frostbite's dead wife in a very disrespectful tone.  I just snapped.  I acted in a very unprofessional manner, and just spewed venom at a man who has been working VERY hard to keep us all entertained and employed.  I started watching the match back, but, frankly, I was so ashamed at my behaviour I couldn't make it through it.  I just want to take this time to apologize to you viewers that found my behaviour upsetting, and to Matei, who didn't deserve my impotent rage.  I hope we can all move past that.

Andrew Fulton: That took a lot Jeremy.  On behalf of everyone here at SWAT, we are very sorry for your loss.


[The lights dim.]


Andrew Fulton: Speak of the devil!


[Black and white footage plays over the SWATaTron.]


"The journey is written in my flesh, a road map of black and blue bruising."


[Joker's Wild.  Battle Bowl.  Avery McCullen, Lucky Linda LaFey and Lynn Brewster stomp a hole into Radu Matei.  The three women kick away at the sinister foreigner, snapping off sharp boots that keep him down for the count.  The ring is awash in chaos, except for one man, who just takes a prison beating from the Amazon's best and brightest.  Jumping ahead in the match, the swelling has already started to set in from the vicious assault when Matei tosses Frostbite over the top rope.  Another jump cut sees an exhausted Matei ram into Mike Maddox, sending him crashing out to the floor next to his wife.  Barely able to catch his breathe, Matei stands triumphant in battle bowl.]


[But the night is young.  Another white flash takes us to the aisle, where Hell's Bouncer mouths off to the victor.  The world champion brings all his weight down on Matei's chest with Hells Kitchen moonsault.  Matei is in a bad way, before the next edit in this montage sees him drive feet first into the Bouncer.  Championship won, The Beast of Dixie holds his title high in the air.  He is victorious, but to get there he had to win three matches in one night, including SWAT's cream of the crop.  He smiles, but a trip to Disneyland is in order.]


[That vacation is a long time coming.  Battle of the Sexes.  Lynn Brewster backdrops Matei over the top rope, face first into the steel ring steps.  As he bleeds like a pig, she rams into him with a suicide dive.  If not for cheating with that hornet, the Amazons would have won that night.  The beating Radu takes proves that females are the deadlier of the species.]


[Luck of the Irish.  Enraged at the treatment of Roxy, Timeless Alex Turner mounts Matei, firing down closed fists that bust him wide open.  Even with his face looking like hamburger, Matei still gets a face full of exterminator poison courtesy of Joey Morelli.  The crowd actually cheer for Timeless as he cranks back on the Turnabout, believing that they are looking at the next world champion.]


[Beatdown in Blackpool.  Lucky Linda LaFey RIPS the stitches out of Matei's jaw.  A dropkick sends him off the apron into the guardrail, bruising his ribs.  A senton into the guardrail almost cuts him in half.  In the ring, an Irish Crab further threatens to break his ribs.  A stiff facewash tears the skin on his chin to the point where Matei probably has a broken jaw.  To get out of the Irish Cloverleaf, Matei breaks his own nose to somehow slide out of it.  Half the amazons locker room come out of the back, much like the crowd expecting LaFey to be the first female world champion.]


[Good Friends, Better Enemies.  In trying to restore the honour of the SWAT World Title, Radu Matei gets into a fist fight with Vile "Vince" Viper - despite looking like a physical wreck from the previous defences, Matei manages to hold his own with the undefeated champion.  ...At least until Chianti drop a building on him.]


[Night of Champions 10.  An elbow to the nose immediately gives Matei a compound fracture.  Joey Morelli rubs the champion's broken nose into the canvas while kneeling on his bruised ribs.  Dragging the champion through 45 minutes of chain wrestling on his way to shutting up doubters.  Matei seems to break a rib, and dislocate his jaw, in an effort to get out of the Italian Basil Leaf.  For a night where they are outsiders, Joey Morelli ends up one of the most hated men of the evening, and a force to be reckoned with.]


[Mass Effect.  Frostbite pours liquid nitrogen all over Matei, giving him third degree burns.  Before the match can turn from Hardcore title to World, Soutter and the KGB beat both men.  Could Frostbite be the next world champion?  The question lingers in the audience's minds, even as the flesh peels off Matei's unconscious body...]


"Its been a long road..."


[The house lights come back up, to find Radu Matei in the corner of the ring.  Using the ropes to prop himself up, Matei's jaw seems to be swelling from the scorpion sting.  He hides the pain.  Looking up at the tron with the audience, taking in the atrocities that his title run has created.]


Radu Matei: ...but I'm not finished yet.


[While the champion's appearance is normally followed by deafening jeers, this video package of his trials and tribulations has instilled enough begrudging respect in the crowd, that you can hear the active marks hiss at him.  Many don't know how to react when they see the best of bloody brawls.  Others are taken aback by his current appearance.]


Radu Matei: Joey Morelli.  Timeless Alex Turner.  Lucky Linda LaFey.  Frostbite.  <flinch> Lynn Brewster. 

What do my challengers have in common?  I bled for them.  They came in looking for the title, some of them were sold short, not all, but some... yet at the end of our matches, they were ALL elevated.  They could hold my title just as easily as I could, they looked stronger, faster... even if they walked away without the title, they became better.  The strap became better.  The company is richer for it.  I'm not a technical artist.  My matches are rough.  But what I lack in polish, I get back in a masochistic blood letting that cannot be matched. 

What you have seen represents ONE SEASON with me as your champion...

...from the fact that I am facing a tag team tonight, I can only assume that Joe Pesci does not want me to extend my championship reign into the next season.  If it were up to Joe and his chosen one, the strap would already be ripped from my hands.

Even if you don't like me or my methods... I think I've been building this title's credibility... and I think I've helped the federation along the way.

*surprisingly polite applause from the crowd*

Radu Matei: I say this... because when I look at my opponents tonight... <flinch> I don't see that growth continuing. 

Hell. 

Ever title challenge gets me one step closer to the grave.  Another two or three defences like the ones I've been having, and I'll probably die in the ring. <chuckle> Glorious way to go.  That might not be so hot for me, but for the two or three challengers I keep defending against? 

I can MAKE them.  I want to MAKE them.  I plan to MAKE them.

So despite whatever pipe dreams that Pesci has smoked up... this particular run?  My challengers tonight will LOOK like world contenders.



...But that's where I draw the line.

[Attempting to no sell the effects of the poison, Radu grasps the ropes to right himself.  That video package has already given his opponents a gameplan for their match, he doesn't need to add more targets.]


Radu Matei: Speaking of challengers.  Frostbite.  Now I said some things to get him hot... and he responded. 

Went straight for the throat.  ...But did he? 

Frostbite promised you all the best match you would ever see in a SWAT ring.  Better than all my other defences.  ...But it added up to some garbage weapon shots and looked more like a Hardcore TITLE match than a World TITLE defence. 

Did Frostbite lie to you all?  No.  Frostbite has held world championships before.  He is a WORLD TITLE challenger, and certainly a contender. 

With our personalities, we could have put on a match for the ages.  So what happened? <looking for 194 signs in the audience> Did my mysterious enemy orchestrate a character assassination?  Probably. <sneer> Was the road agent having a bad night?  Definitely.  At the end of the day, the ferocious beating I took at the hands of Frostbite... was an appetizer.  The first few minutes of what could have been an hour epic... cut short from delivering the quality we all expect, by the KGB. 

I know that Frostbite and myself can put on a BARN BURNER compared to what you saw... and I look forwards to giving him a rematch, the minute he's done kicking Soutter all over this arena!

*POP*

Radu Matei: I just hope Frostbite leaves enough of the Bandit for me to get my pound of flesh... because I'm itching to rearrange Soutter's face.  ...Killing Soutter is why I'm itching, its definitely not fleas.

*POPS are growing*

Radu Matei: Another man throwing his name into the world title scene?  Syberus. 

*MONSTER POP!  WHY COULDN'T HE BE HEADLINING TONIGHT!!!*

Radu Matei <shakes head with a bemused grin>: ...Even name dropped the society of the new breed to paint a picture of more relevant times and started rubbing elbows with Valentine, to remind everyone of the good old days of Hardkore - when he could just show up and expect a title match.  They had a lot of titles.  His SWAT history is a little more........ spotty......... in THIS incarnation of SWAT... the one that has been around for the past three years... well, Syberus is mainly known for flaking.  Not knocking the man, I'm planning on flaking shortly myself, and he has a busy schedule.  Sadly here, he shows up during the memorial show to act like the big man remembering a lost friend, makes sure he is given a prominent spot on the card, monster paycheque, then kind of disappears immediately after.  That's a level of entitlement I expect from Maddox and Morgan... just steal a title and be handed a main event.

*That's what they did jeer*

Radu Matei: We all know you're better than that, Syberus.  You're a professional... you KNOW you have to win over the new viewers, those that weren't fans in your heyday of 2005.  Win a match or two.  You're just as good a wrestler as always... but make the audience want your title win so bad they can taste it.

...Still, since you have a tendency to disappear in September like an absentee father that promises this time it will change... <warm smile> I got you.

ON THE NEXT BATTLEGROUND...

Well, you've already experienced the ugly stick, so lets make me the MEASURING STICK.

Beat any ring rust off you.  You and me... and unless the universe CONSPIRES to screw me later <raises belt> THIS STRAP. 

You want it? <chuckle> You got it.

*ROOF EXPLODES*

Radu Matei: ...This has been a great season.  We can do better.  More Amazons challenging this strap.  KIM!  SPITS!  BLAZE!  More TOP CONTENDERS... not just the guys that held up the tag scene until they were placated with a number one contender match they couldn't even win.  Isn't Morgan ranked like 16th behind the lesser Fairtex wife?  Its hard for me to give Syberus a hard time for being entitled when I'm facing bullshit like THAT this evening...

SO TONIGHT...

...I face two men that have spent the ENTIRE SEASON... <chuckle> Playing with themselves.

*HE MEANS YOU'RE MASTURBATING INSTEAD OF WRESTLING POP*

Radu Matei: Inbreeding.  Playing in the same shallow gene pool.  How the hell are we suppose to get the audience excited about Maddox and Morgan when we never see what they can do against OTHER wrestlers.  The first time they get to show their prowess is against yours truly in the title fight of a supercard?  ...You guys double teaming Pesci for that star treatment?

*HE MEANS YOU'RE BOTH HAVING SEX WITH PESCI BECAUSE THERE IS NO OTHER REASON YOU DESERVE TO BE HERE POP*

Radu Matei: For me this all stems from the Anzac Cup... the STORY that SWAT Europe would have you believe is that BROCODE were the best tag team in the history of SWAT. <shakes head> They were barely involved in SWAT.  They picked up some tag titles when all the GOOD teams were singles stars that wanted NOTHING to do with the division.  With them as the top stars, the fed went out of business in SHORT ORDER.  They fucked off for awhile... come back for the Anzac expected to be handed the straps again, and the whole tournament is built around them.  Will it be Brocode and Barcode in the finals?!?!?!?!?!?!?!  That would have been a fun *little* match... but neither team really put forwards the effort to get to the semis, let alone the finals.  Didn't deserve it.  OH NO!  SOMEONE IS BUTTHURT!!!

*HE IS IMPLYING THAT BROCODE IS BUTT HURT POP*

Radu Matei: QUICK - Let's let them STEAL the tag titles, and maybe sub out one of them when he flakes out.  Even though we should just call the police to have them returned, or fire them - lets humour them and trade the belts for a singles title match they don't deserve... GOD Pesci bends over for everyone.

*YES HE DOES CHANT*

Radu Matei: ...................NOW.... I don't know about the rest of you... PERSONALLY... I feel like the evil owner bit has been used to often.

*TESTIFY CHANT*

Radu Matei: ....BUT....... if you are going to have an evil RUTHLESS power figure.... maybe.... I don't know.... be ruthless?

*HELLS YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

Radu Matei: Tell BroCode and friends to stop crying like bitches and move the fuck on.  They are TAG TEAM SPECIALISTS that have just spent the ENTIRE season HOLDING UP the tag division from getting started.  Cobyrn got so busy waiting that poor Valentine has to spend his days desperately seeking a replacement.  How is that good business?

*IT ISN'T RETURN RESPONSE*

Radu Matei: SO MAN UP JOE... You're the bad guy.  If you're screwing people, tempers flare, instead of spinning plates, EXPECT your top stars to quit.

*HE IS IMPLYING THAT FUNNY BUSINESS TONIGHT WILL RESULT IN HIS QUITTING MIXED POP*

Radu Matei: Now its not fair to say that Maddox only accomplishment this cycle was just failing to beat Morgan... he held his wife's purse, so the rest of the roster got to see him then... and he name dropped me.  I appreciate that.  That goes a long way.  Feels like you want to be champion, unlike your spurned boyfriend.  I'm even willing to give Maddox a pass.  Morgan?  He mostly just didn't beat Maddox... and his big momentum going into this match was being screwed by Maddox. 

....Does getting screwed by Maddox make Morgan sympathetic?

I don't recall everyone applauding for Avery when she took one for the team.

*HE IS SUGGESTING THAT HAVING SEX WITH MADDOX IS PAINFUL AND NOT BECAUSE OF THE SIZE OF HIS MANHOOD POP*

*ALSO THAT IF HAVING SEX WITH MADDOX WAS A FACE TURN, THEN AVERY WOULD BE 1986 HULK HOGAN POP*

Radu Matei: Probably should have, poor girl.  So...... I'm fighting a tag team tonight to make them happy for not being handed the gold at the last pay per view. <ugh> Makes sense.  Sorry if I just make it about that, but really, what else do you guys have going on?  ... So, I don't mind fighting tag teams.  ...Hell... Chanti would have actually made sense, if you were following the storylines of the fed... but it is what it is. 

Now that Pesci has a horse in this match though... I get this gut feeling...

.............they could be tape worms.... I keep questionable company....

*GROSS BUT WE STILL LIKE HIM POP*

Radu Matei: ...It could be that all these defences have left me looking like I'm on my last legs... maybe I am.  BUT with me in the state I'm in... facing Pesci's chosen contender... I feel like the cards have been stacked against me.

Wrestling... one on one... hell... two on one...

What happens happens. 

...But if Morgan and Maddox think this is going to be a cake walk, they have another thing coming..............

<checking watch> We're two matches into the show already... WHY THE FUCK AM I THE FIRST PERSON IN OUR MATCH SPEAKING?  Do you need my talking points to provide you two with material to address?  You shouldn't need material.  If you THINK you are worthy of being world champions... ACT LIKE IT.  Before we even saw a wrestling match you two twits should have been hyping the BIGGEST MATCH OF YOUR CAREERS and reminding the audience why you will be the next champions and better champions than me.  Instead... I get crickets.

[Literally.]

Radu Matei: Your silence speaks volumes about your character.

Me talking right now?  That's what makes ME the CHAMPION... and you two NOTHING more than challengers.

Thanks for reminding everyone why you are bitches and you suck.  Now *I* just have to make you look good enough in the ring so that these fans don't feel like they wasted their hard earned money on your lame asses in the main event.

*THANKS FOR TRYING MATEI BUT YOU'RE NOT GOD CHANT*

Radu Matei: ........SO... if you HONESTLY FEEL like you don't need to try............. <flinch> you may want to spruce up your winning strategy.

Because <gesturing to his many injuries> I might not be the challenge I was last week.... but I worked DAMNED HARD to make sure when people see the world title, they don't think of Hell's Bouncer... and from what I'm seeing right now... you two both look a fuck of a lot like HELL'S BOUNCER.

If you don't put 100% into winning this, then belt or no belt... I promise... I will shit down you throats.















*......jesus he's seriously threatening to use them as toilets awe*


Radu Matei <cringe>: It looks like I'm going to be doing a lot of heavy lifting tonight.


[Dropping the microphone, the SWAT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION exits the ring.  Radu chants go up throughout the arena, as the worst heel in town is quickly becoming a tweener favourite out of necessity.  Its almost like they don't realize a successful defence will have him release a hoard of locusts on them... or is it a bible belt thing?]


Jeremy Tucker: After Maddox's actions last week, the world champion seems wary of tonights defence.

Andrew Fulton: Who could blame him.  That liquid nitrogen murder attempt last week would normally see Frostbite get serious fines, suspended, or criminal charges, but management just let it slide.  The writing is on the wall for The Beast... but if anyone can hold out against the combined efforts of Maddox and Morgan, well, Matei has spent his SWAT run defying the odds.

Jeremy Tucker: He certainly seems to be a man possessed - and the audience really reacting positively to it.  We... wait...


[Just before he can make it to the back curtains, Radu Matei falls over.  Hitting the ground hard, he seems to shake as if having a seizure.  Quickly no selling the tremors, Matei is back up to one knee.  He seems to cough up some blood... takes a minute just staring at the ground, dizzy.  Some production assistants race over to help the downed champion, but he shakes it off.  Pulling back the curtain, Oxanna Willie looks concerned as well at the state of Matei.] 


[Damned scorpion.] 


[Not wanting to draw attention to his condition, and hoping the cameras are focused on the announcer, the champion powers through the poison, staggering through the curtains unassisted into the back.]

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(Olympia is alone standing in the middle of the locker room her fists on her hips and a look of intensity and focus on her face.)

Olympia: "The time was 1996 and all the world's eyes were on Atlanta, Ga. in the United States of America where at the opening ceremonies of the Olympics."

(The scene flashes to the torch being given to Muhammed Ali who makes his way to the torch and lights it up opening the Olympic Games in Atlanta.)

Olympia: "It was a time of glamour and a time of glory or dreams of glory for those who participated in the various events. They trained and battled to qualify for their various national teams no matter what the country they came from. They were here for the competition and glory that comes if they win either bronze, silver or gold."

(The scene flashes then to the bombing of the Olympic venue.)

Olympia: "Then one fateful day there was a catastrophe. Some sonofabitch thought he was so smug and arrogant that he felt he could destroy the Olympic spirit. The Olympic spirit in the athletes prevailed and the games went on. The United States again dominated along with the USSR as if it was an extension of the cold war."

(The scene flashes back to Olympia in the locker room her fists on her hips and the same expression in her face and eyes.)

Olympia: "I remember watching those moments when my father recorded them and I watched them over and over again as I started training in hopes to one day I would become one of the Olympic legends. I trained hard and I became the best that I can be and set out to fulfill my destiny."

(The scene flashes to the Rio Games of 2016 and Olympia is competing in the gold medal finals.)

Olympia: "I was competing in the Gold Medal Finals against the best Judo competitor. She and I competed against each other many times and we knew each other wherever there was an international competition. This was the culmination of our rivalry."

(The scene flashes to Olympia on the platform receiving a gold medal and bowing to the silver and bronze medalists with respect.)

Olympia: "I still bowed in respect to my opponents because that's how I am when I'm competing. Some would think I shouldn't do that but I was taught by my sensei to show respect to an opponent when competing in competitions."

(The scene flashes to Olympia competing in the Gold Medal Finals in the Taekwondo competition.)

Olympia: "When I competed in the Taekwondo competition it was a week after I won the gold medal in Judo. I was just an alternate but one of the
competitors was injured and couldn't compete so I stepped up and I battled my way past everyone no matter how tough the opponent was I remained focused and disciplined. I faced off in the finals against the defending Taekwondo Champion and still I didn't lose my discipline. I never lost my focus and determination. It was a battle to the finish. We went point for point. Strike for strike. In the end I prevailed in the battle for the gold medal."

(The scene flashes to Olympia on the platform again where she receives her gold medal and once again she bows in respect to the Bronze and Silver medalists.)

Olympia: "Once again I bowed in respect to my opponents and everyone in the arena. Yet the silver medalist didn't like it. I don't know why but we never got to fight again. I don't know what happened after that, but destiny was just beginning to be fulfilled."

(The scene flashes to a wrestling ring with Dragonatrix instructing Olympia.)

Olympia: "Dragonatrix saw me as she was scouting and recruiting talent for a new SWAT Amazons division. I trained hard and I didn't rush anything. My father was a wrestler and my brother is a wrestler despite my father not wanting him to be a wrestler. Ironically I got pointers and advice from other ACE Wrestling and Hardkore World competitors The Hired Killers, Big Bosswoman and Vampira as well and Dragonatrix's sister Tiger Belt. I didn't forget what they said or their instructions. My father even gave me plenty of advice and later on even The Shootfighter showed up to watch my progress and was impressed."

(The scene flashes back to Olympia in the locker room her fists still on her hips.)

Olympia: "When I was ready to make my debut and it was in the undistinguished Scrub Division. It wasn't exactly a respected division but I knew you had to start somewhere in SWAT Amazons. I won my debut but I new things would get tougher and I knew I would win some and lose some. It's inevitable. Still I never gave up and kept improving myself."

(The scene flashes to various highlights of Olympia battling in The Money in The Bank Match.)

Olympia: "It was in The Money in the Bank match that I was to realize my destiny. It was brutal and bloody all the way and I wasn't about to give up due to pain and agony. I trained too bard and I felt the Gods of Olympus led me to my destiny. I felt the Olympic Gods guiding me to
my destiny. I grabbed one of the special golden suitcases and when CEO Angela told us to open them. I won the first ever SWAT Amazons Pan Amazons Women's Championship."

(The scene flashes back to Olympia with her fists on her hips.)

Olympia: "SWAT Amazons has changed leaders since but no matter what I still defended my title. I defeated Joanne Canelli, the current SWAT Amazons Women's Champion, before she was a champion. How she got a shot at the title is beyond me but I guess connections are more important than really earning your title shot. I'm not going to complain about it."

(The scene flashes to Olympia facing various opponents including Blaze Freya.)

Olympia: "The only times I lost were to Linda La Fey in a Champion vs. Champion Match. The other times were title defenses against Lynn Brewster, her daughter Marie Caedes and Blaze Freya. Marie and I have a violent and bloody history in the ring. I lost my title twice which included current champion Blaze Freya."

(The scene flashes to Olympia doing throwing kicks and punches the same expression on her face.)

Olympia: "Tonight I get to face all three opponents who defeated me at various times. I start with Suzi Spitz. That's right Suzi I didn't forget the Three Cages of Fear Match when we ELR, myself and you were the last three. I just eliminated ELR for imitating my moves and then it came down to you and me Suzi. You and me and you cheated to face Lynn Brewster which you got lucky against Lynn after her daughter Marie Caedes cost her the victory. Don't worry Suzi you have Blaze Freya to fight since she has a grudge against you. Still I won't stop until I get some revenge on you."

(The scene flashes to highlights of both matches involving Olympia facing Marie Caedes.)

Olympia: "Then there's you Marie Caedes. I'm not even done with you 'Spoiled Brat' after we first met. You decided to not just steal my SWAT Pan American Women's Title. You decided to burn all my Olympic paraphernalia including the American Flag. You remind me of a flag burning traitor. An unpatriotic bitch who needed to be knocked down a few pegs and I did just that in our second battle. Both were bloody battles but this time I avenged my loss. If Blaze is busy with Suzi and I know she will. Then we get to destroy each other once and for all and when I beat you down Caedes. You're going to regret messing with Olympia and I shall make it painful so that you'll remember you don't mess with 'The Golden Girl.' Believe me I always go through with my threats."

(The scene flashes to Olympia facing Blaze Freya.)

Olympia: "Then there's Blaze Freya. What were you thinking provoking me into a title match. If you wanted a title shot I would have
given you a title shot. Was it because of what The Shootfighter did to your main squeeze Andrew Fulton a few months ago. We fought a brutal battle and you defeated me for it. Still I do respect you Blaze you also faced every challenger for the title. Since you seem to have issues with both 'The Vicious Vixen' Suzi Spitz and 'Spoiled Brat' Marie Caedes. What a coincidence that I also have beefs with both as you do with them. Still it won't stop me from going to the SWAT Amazons Pam Amazon Title since I suspect Joe Pesci had something to do with Caedes being in this match. No matter I plan on doing what I have to do to regain the SWAT Pan Amazons Women's Title."

(The scene flashes to Olympia standing in the middle of the locker room with her fists on her hips.)

Olympia: "Tonight I plan to regain what I lost and I won't stop until I do. If I have to team up with Blaze I will to get the job done. Then that's what I'll do to get my championship back. Tonight the people of Atlanta, Ga. shall watch an Olympic experience not scene since 1996. I shall have my Olympic style highlight."

(The scene flashes to Olympia throwing knee strikes.)

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

(The scene flashes to Olympia throwing punches and elbows.)

Olympia: "I shall battle hard to regain my SWAT Pan Amazons....."

(The scene flashes her throwing kicks.)

Olympia: "Women's Championship....."

(The scene flashes to Olympia pounding and grinding her fists in her hips.)

Olympia: "This is both for the people of Atlanta, Ga. and for myself. I shall become a three time Pan Amazons Women's Champion. That's going to be my Atlanta Games type moment."

(The scene flashes to a close up of Olympia's expression which hasn't changed.)

Olympia: "Tonight I shall make history in Atlanta, Ga.....USA!....Number One!.....Hurrah!"

(The scene disappears.)