3rd Annual Packer / Tanner Tribute Show (Show)

[SWAT Team]

🇬🇧- Calum Morgan knows alot about betrayal. He's had enough in his lifetime that he shouldn't take what happened on the last Battleground to badly. I mean let's be honest..did he really ever trust Mike Maddox? It couldn't have been a huge surprise that yet another tag team partner turn their back on Calum. First, Paul Blair and the whole #BroCode fiasco after they won the SWAT World Tag Team Titles and now in one night KGB completey dismantled #BarCode. Just an average tag team- Morgan and Maddox? Try more like one of the best tag teams to ever been assembled. Sure they had their speed bumps..what tag team besides Chianti hasn't? And even those two, Morelli and "Timeless" went down in defeat in singles matches by our esteemed SWAT World Heavyweight Champion, Radu Matei. A pretty crafty speed bump I might add. 


But things are clearer on the horizon than it looks. At least for Calum. What better way to drown your sorrows of betrayal than a shot at the SWAT World Heavyweight Title? That clears things up quickly for the "Voice of the Voiceless'. Imagine the perks of winning the most prestige title this industry has to offer? Besides the raise in pay, SWAT offers a lot of incentives when you are World Heavyweight Champion. More endorsement deals, first class flying around the world, bigger hotel room..it all comes with the territory. Room service is a must when you travel the globe as much as Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition does. Where else can you get a steak dinner in the middle of the night? 


All the banter from the World Champion in previous promos about Calum not being that high on the SWAT POINTS is comical- you think he cares how many SWAT POINTS he has? That even makes it a better feat when underdog Calum Morgan walks out the Packer & Tanner Tribute Show the brand spanking new Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition World Heavyweight Champion. 


No foreign radical or a even a FACE LIFT will stand in his way. It will be how it should be..no Bandits to steal his thunder..no ticker-tape-parade..when the smoke settles and the acoustics become a glimmer there will be only one man that will be on top of the pyramid..That man? Why Calum Morgan of course. 


Where is our beloved hero now? At the doctors office getting shots for any kind of poisonous bug imaginable. He is in the waiting room with no face paint on, instead his face is covered partially by the Calvin Klein black oversized hoodie he is wearing. There is an older lady sitting a few seats from Calum with a cane and one of those white masks the clinics hand out.-🇬🇧


Elderly Lady: Hey, there sunny boy. Whatcha' in for? 


Her dentures almost slide out of her mouth.


Calum Morgan: What am I in for? What is this..jail?


Elderly Lady: When you get my age it is like jail. Wanna' know what I'm in for?


Calum Morgan: No, but I'm sure you are going to tell me anyway.


Elderly Lady: You should respect your elders you young whippersnapper! You never know when you might get dementia..


Calum Morgan: You're here for dementia?


Elderly Lady: What? Who..me? No, I'm has sharp as a razor still. I'm here because I have the clap..ol' Michael has been sleeping around the convalescent home again-


Calum Morgan: Michael, eh? That mate must be a real "Ladies Man". 


Calum chuckles.


Elderly Lady: I guess you can say that. With his prescription of Viagra he's one of the only ones keeping things up and going if you know what I mean?


Calum gets an image in his head and becomes nauseated.


Calum Morgan: Well, I was here to get inoculated for a bunch of vaccines but now I'm nauseated.


Elderly Lady: Vaccines? Don't tell me you've got the clap too?


Calum Morgan: No, ma'am. I'm getting vaccinated for a bunch of different kinds of insects incase this chap, Radu tries to sick some of his venomous critters on me during our World Heavyweight Title match-


Elderly Lady: Match? What kind of match? Like Bridge?


Calum Morgan: Pro wrestling!


Elderly Lady: Oh..That fake shit!


Calum doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.


Elderly Lady: My Geoffrey used to watch it religiously. Bless his heart.


Calum Morgan: Oh, yeah? Which bluke was his favorite WAY back then?


Elderly Lady: He got a Blair kick out of this one guy who was "The Tape Measurer" or something.


Calum Morgan: "The Ruler" Paul Blair?


Elderly Lady: Yeah! That's him. He's so old he must have passed on by now.


Calum Morgan: Nope. He's still alive and kickin'..unfortunately.


Elderly Lady: He isn't still rasslin' is he?


Calum Morgan: Barely but yeah..He's in the same company I'm in.


Elderly Lady writes her phone number on a piece of paper and hands it to Calum.


Calum Morgan: What's this for?


Elderly Lady: Give that to Paul. Tell him to call Robin whenever he's near the convalescent home. He can put his boots under my bed ANY time. Does he still do the thing with the cardboard cut outs?


Calum Morgan: Of course. He's been doing that for how many decades?


A nurse dressed in tight fitting scrubs opens up the door to the office and calls for Calum.


Nice Looking Nurse: Mr. Morgan..Mr. Callum Morgan!


Calum Morgan: Uh..that's Calum with one "L".


Nice Looking Nurse: Sorry for your wait Mr. Morgan. We have a room available for you. Please, come right in. 


She gives Calum a seductive wink. Calum no sells it as they both go back to a room.


Calum Morgan: Okay, thanks.


Nice Looking Nurse: So, you are here for vaccinations for possible venomous bugs? 


Calum Morgan: Yes, beaut.


Nice Looking Nurse: The doctor will be right in. If you want I can give you a full body check up..from "head" to toe!


She rubs the front of Calum's black Calvin Klein jeans.


Calum Morgan: Believe me, dame..if I didn't have a match coming up I'd be all over your proposal. Especially since I don't have a main steady to tie me down and lose focus like-


Nice Looking Nurse: Did you say to tie you down?


She smiles at Calum again.


Calum Morgan: Shiver me timbers! 


Nice Looking Nurse: I think I got a cure for that!


She walks towards Calum and gets ready to cure him from shiver-me-timberitis when the doctor comes storming in. 


Dr. Avery McCockblocken: Mr. Morgan! My favorite patient!


Nice Looking Nurse leaves the room sweating profusely yet disappointed.


Calum Morgan: With all the business I give you, I bet I am your favorite!


Dr. Avery McCockblocken: What is it today..staples removed? Broken bone?


Calum Morgan: No, nothing like that. I need to be vaccinated for all venomous insects you can think of.


Dr. Avery McCockblocken: You plan on getting bitten by a bunch of poisonous insects?


Calum Morgan: Preparing incase I do. I have a big match coming up at the Annual Packer/Tanner Memorial Show. One of the guys in the match's gimmick is trying to infect his opponent by having nasty ass insects bite them.


Dr. Avery McCockblocken: I can give you vaccines of various antidotes of insects and reptiles but understand you are going to be really sick. Basically, what your body will be doing is getting used to whatever he throws your way. I will be pumping you full of poisons.


Calum Morgan: Whatever is clever, Doc.


Dr. Avery McCockblocken: Why on earth would you put yourself through that much hurt?


Calum Morgan: The Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition World Heavyweight Title!


Dr. Avery McCockblocken : Okay, then. I'll never understand the line of business your in-


Calum Morgan: Relax, Doc. The business I am in helps pay your bills.


Dr. Avery McCockblocken: After I give you these vaccines I suggest you go right home. Trust me..you'll be feeling that poison rush through your body and feel like hell for the next few days.


Scene fades to the doctor about to stick Calum with a huge needle in his ass cheek.


Next scene opens to Calum in his luxury condo in New York. He has gone through hell the last 72 hours but seems to finally be on the mend. Calum is wearing his own black authentic SWAT shirt that says "SWAT LIFE" in red lettering on the front and the "Voice of the Voiceless" om the back. His phone rings and when he picks it up it is his agent Guy Stephens on the other end.


Guy Stephens: Dude...where have you been the last few days?


Calum Morgan: I've been sick.


Guy Stephens: The flu?


Calum Morgan: Something like that. I'm feeling better now. Dr. McCockblocken  took care of me.


Guy Stephens: Damn, dude! The flu the week of your big match coming up at the Packer & Tanner Tribute Show?!


Calum Morgan: No worries..like I said I'm feeling much better.


Guy Stephens: Lucky thing you didn't try that stupid bug vaccine idea you had.


Calum Morgan: Yeeeah..lucky. So what's up, mate? 


Guy Stephens: Nothing much. Calling you with that info you wanted my private investigator to get you. There is no SWAT Dixie, dude! There never was, so that means Radu Matei is nothing but a fraud!


Calum Morgan: I figured as much. I smelt that shit from a mile a way.


Guy Stephens: It was probably his body odor, brah. "Those kind" don't believe in using deodorant..so be careful in there.


Calum Morgan: I will..what's he going to do stink me to death? Any rate..thanks for the info..I need to get off this tele and cut a promo.


Guy Stephens: Okay, dude..peace out!


Calum hangs up the phone and begins to talk to the camera.

Let me go down on record as saying Mark Maddox is nothing but a long piece of shit. The kind that takes two flushes and a whole roll of fuckin' toilet paper to get through. You wanted my attention? You got it, mate! All you had to do was ask..Clean up on aisle 9!


The same aisle that features douche bags because that's exactly what Mark has become. It's not entirely his fault. KGB and that fuckin' wop Owner had some say in the instant demise of what was formerly known as #BarCode..speaking of douche bags..did I mention our Owner Joe Pesci? Just making sure.


Green with envy.


The same color Maddox has been all along. Mother fucker is so jealous of me he is on a permanent peanut butter and jelly sandwich diet. I felt his resentment towards me but was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Sometimes compassion gets the best of me. Don't worry..it won't happen again!


Jealous of what? Everything..the way I connect with the fans, but he can't. The way the boys in the back recognize me as a leader and they don't him. Jealous of how his old lady looks at me..isn't that right, Avery pooh? Most importantly Maddox is jealous of my spot..most of these cunt waffles around here are..KNOW THAT!


Mark..you took the ball but the only problem is you can't run with it no matter how many Bandits you have blowin' smoke up your ass. Emphasis on blowin' you sick demented fucks. You fucked up..then again is anybody surprised?


Fucking up should be Maddox's middle name by now. Maddox is always PRETENDING he's a leader. Let's not forget how many stables across how many companies this guy is part of. Claims to be the leader in most but no way he can claim that with KGB. He's on the bottom of the totem pole, which means he's on the bottom of the food chain ready to be picked off like a fuckin' bait fish.


I mean how long will Mark last as a Bandit? Why don't you go ask Hell's Bouncer? He was kicked to the curb once he lost the SWAT World Heavyweight Title..look at him now. Pathetic..he hasn't bounced back yet. He never will because, he is a never was. They had to give the title to someone once Brian Miles lost his smile and left the company. The roster was in shambles back then. I mean who else were they going to give it too? Lynn Brewster during the Paulatic Era? Please..management knew better than that shit. What a fucking disaster that would be.


Sadly, KGB will use Maddox up like a baby uses up the milk from it's mum's breast feeding titty. That's how they roll..that's how they've always rolled. Sausage and peppers eating, sons of bitches! Gym, tan, laundry?


Maddox knows I know his weakness. Staying within his own head is a constant battle for him. Does he want to be a good guy being celebrated by his wife and the fans? Or does he want to be that beast that comes out in only small spurts that destroys everything in it's path much to the dismay of the crowd at ringside? How the fuck should I know? Maddox doesn't even know himself. He struggles with his true identity every day. I hope KGB has a good psychiatry ward in that mansion of theirs. They are going to need it with this chap.


Transitional World Heavyweight Champion.


That's all Radu Matei ever was..The stop gap between a superstar such as myself. Take nothing away from him..he has been one of the best World Heavyweight Champion's this company has ever seen. All past tense. Thanks for holding the fort down..I'll take it from here homie.


Four score and seven years ago..that's exactly how long it takes to get through one of Radu's boring manifestos. Put the crowd to sleep is just a phrase Radu..no one expected you to really do it babbling on and on like you do. Let's not pull any punches..nobody can really understand what the fuck you are saying anyway. Snore do they care. See what I did there?


Heavy lifting? No with me in there, mate. I am as heavy of a hitter as they come. I will more than hold up my end. Don't worry, Radu..this isn't my first rodeo. I've dealt with the likes of you my whole life. The bully in the school yard who thinks he who yells the loudest wins. That shit don't work with me.


Instead of doing all this searching for your made up mountain of musk you call Swat Dixie I should have seen if you are even allowed in this country. It would have been more productive..then again some could say that about your title run..it could have been more productive. I wouldn't say that though of course. That would be no selling and we wouldn't want to do that..would we?


No need to, this marque sells itself. The Nasty Brit with his foul mouth, the Immovable Object that is Mark Maddox, and the suddenly, likeable bug collector  from not in our regimen, Radu Matei. Is bug fever catching on? That remains to be seen. I think we have our own legions of fans rooting for each of us in this one. There is a lot to love and hate about each of us. If you are mentally challenged you are probably going with Maddox. If you want to watch the little guy sticking it to the man you will probably be going my way. All weirdos, spastic nerds and illegal alien refugees will likely be cheering on the current World Heavyweight Champion, Radu. The match sells itself, so shove the having to do it all on  your own crap up your ass, Radu. I am a name whether you want to admit it or not. I show up..punch in..raise hell,,drink beer, then punch out. I am "worker" in EVERY sense of the word. Hard work got me right where I am right now..in the Main Event against you..Maddox is there to obviously take the pin. Somebody's shoulders have to be pinned to the mat..might as well be big ass Snuffleupagus..right?


Every day I'm  snufflin'.


By the time it's all said and done I'll be walking out..


"Britain's #1 Bad Boy".."Voice of the Voiceless" and your new SWAT World Heavyweight Champion..


These are my opinions and those are my views, if I've offended anybody during this promo.


Two words for you..


Fuck You!

[strikeforce]

"Ladies and gentlemen guess who is back... The one and only... The Strikeforce are ready to rock your world... Nick Roth and Shane Sky.. together they are the Strikeforce..."




Nick and Shane standing side by side as they look directly at the camera.

Nick Roth:
"Ladies and gentlemen we are the Strikeforce, Wow what a night it is going to be for us. We have a tag team championship match... This means allot to us that we get a title match something we worked so hard to achieve and accomplish. Is finally here all that our effort and hard work is paying off. I am not going to brag of our past accomplishments how many titles we won and who we are related, but that is because of what bring to the table.. We love to work hard give it our best win or loose we still like to think it's a one step closer to greatness.."

Shane Sky:
"That's right, We might be second generation stars but tonight we are going to prove we are more than just the sons of a major superstar who thought us how to work hard. Dad this one goes out for you."

Nick Roth:
"Great mentor and a great father he is we dedicate our match to him."

Shane Sky:
"To dad tonight."

Nick Roth:
"We talked about our love and passion about the business and what we bring to the table. Tonight we are facing one of the most toughest competition we have ever competed against, this is no joke you have two great wrestlers Timeless and Joey Morelli collectively known as Chianti. One of a kind tag team. Joey and Timeless we are ready to take you on tonight.. We may be rookies in your eyes but we are well prepared. "

Shane Sky:
"For us to be competing for the tag team titles it's going to be something special... We have a special bond that is brotherhood and we plan on going in and leaving tag team champions that's our goal tonight."

Nick Roth:
"Facing one of the best tag team tonight, we ain't going down with out  a fight, we can guarantee that we are going to be successful tonight."

Shane Sky:
"That is a promise, and our opponents we have much respect for them, but tonight all friendship and respect is tossed aside it's for those titles. Win or loose at the end we will shake your hands."

Nick Roth:
"That's one that we will. Cause we going to show the whole world that SWAT has the best tag team division ever. Tonight Chianti and Strikeforce are making history... People are going to talk about this match between two of the best tag team in SWAT."

Shane Sky:
"And it is going to go down on history."

Nick Roth:
"For us coming back here is not just to show we are the best tag team around but to also elevate the tag team division, that's damn promise we are going to make."

Shane Sky:
"Going up against two of the best tonight."

Nick Roth:
"Yes and we got so much respect for them."

Shane Sky:
"I am getting nervous..."

Nick Roth:
"Why is that Shane?"

Shane Sky:
"We are going up against the Chianti, they are so good in the ring."

Nick Roth:
"I won't deny it, won't lie... They are damn good, i will not say we are better than them. But we plan on winning those tag titles at all cost."

Shane Sky:
"Strikeforce is coming for those tag titles."

Nick Roth:
"Don't be nervous, we are facing a heck of a team but together we are unstoppable."

Shane Sky:
"Yes we are! We are the Strikeforce!"

Nick Roth:
"Yes we are, and we are SWAT guys 4 life."

Shane Sky:
"With all the respect, Timeless, Joey you two better be ready for us."

Nick Roth:
"Like we said we won't go down with out a fight tonight."

Nick and Shane look at each other and then directly at the camera

Shane Sky:
"I believe we are prepared and we are ready, but the big question is are they ready for us?"

Nick Roth:
"They better, cause we plan on giving it our best, so you better bring all you got Chianti... This night is going to memorable we going to show that SWAT tag team division is the best in the world. so let's go out there and steal the show."

#SWAT4LIFE

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: I understand we have something going on backstage.

Andrew Fulton: Maybe the whole Atlanta Falcons football team is in the building and they have backstage passes courtesy of the boss. You know how football players like to party.

Jeremy Tucker.. No I do not know. But any event let's see what is going on.

Backstage.....

Andrew Fulton: Rajiv Khan and Robbie Cox are going at it with rights and lefts to each other and neither of giving an inch.

Jeremy Tucker: These two are part of the hardcore title match. It appears these two cannot wait.

Andrew Fulton.. JR Wrangler comes in with a chair and drives it in the back of both of their skulls. JR begins to put the boots to both Khan and Cox.

Jeremy Tucker.. I didn’t know this match had just started.

Andrew Fulton: JR pulls Cox to his feet as he has him by his hair and tosses him against a nearby wall. JR heads back over as he pulls Khan to his feet, but Khan connects with a low blow. Khan drops him onto the floor with a ddt. Khan gets to his feet but turns around and gets caught with a big boot from Henry Brown.

Jeremy Tucker: Henry pulls Khan to his feet as he drags him around backstage until he gets to a cage and he tosses him face first right into it. Henry rips off the lock to the cage door as he has his head in between it and slams the side of his head right on Khan’s right ear. Brown turns around as he catches a kendo stick from the back of his head from Todd Synder. Todd pulls Brown to his feet and spine busters him right into the cage.

Andrew Fulton: I have gotten word that this match has officially started.

Jeremy Tucker: Todd turns around Cox clips his knee from behind. Cox looks around as a young boy has a Falcon helmet, he snatches from his head and nails Todd right in the face with the helmet. Cox walks around as he slams the down the helmet into Synders chest. Cox turns around as JR races toward him and connects with a ladder right in his face.

Andrew Fulton: As JR is enjoying his work, Khan comes in from behind with a shovel and drives it right in the back of his skull. Khan takes the shovel as he starts to choke JR with it right across his throat. Khan picks up the shovel as he is about to strike but Goth out of nowhere connects with a barbed wire baseball bat right across his back. Goth spins Khan around and connects right in his midsection. He takes Khan by his hair as he walks around with him backstage as backstage hands and fans are moving out of the way. Goth spots the concessions stand where they are cooking hot dogs as he tosses Khan right behind the stand. Suddenly from behind Henry Brown from behind tosses a pallet right into Goths body. He picks up the pallet as he places it over his body trying to get a cover, but before he can Todd spears him. Synder picks up Henry and pulls him to his feet, both by the concessions stand but Khan squirts mustard in their eyes. Khan pours himself a beer and tosses it right into Todd's face. Khan leaps over the counter and connects with a high knee right to his jaw.


Jeremy Tucker: Khan looks around as he finds a chest and rolls it right into Henry Brown. Khan walks over to Henry but as he does so, Cox dumps a bucket of mop water all over his head. He pulls the bucket off of his head and slams it right into his skull. Cox then grabs a trash can right beside him and connects once again to his skull. Cox gets ready to drop down for a cover, but suddenly JR somehow finds a cart and runs over Cox as he goes flying into the air. JR walks over as he might be able to make the pin fall but Goth TV monitor connects right in Cox's face. Goth pulls him to his feet as he picks him up and connects with an over the head suplex as he bounces off the floor. But as he walks over to him Henry Brown connects with a steel chair shot across his back. Henry pulls Goth to his feet as he picks him up and powerbombs him right onto a chest. Brown looks down but as he turns around Khan catches him with a can of mase. Khan turns around but is caught by Synder who has a bag in his hand and pours it onto the ground and it is discovered to have the nails in them. He picks up Khan and chokeslams right on them. AS he turns around Goth tosses a fireball right in his eye.


Andrew Fulton.. Goth spots a table which happens to be a table of food as he pulls out of his pocket and lighter and sets the table on fire.

Jeremy Tucker.. You do not think. Goth picks up Todd and drives him right through the table as he drops down for the cover.


1 2 3

Frank Salazar.. Your winner and still Hardcore champion.... Psychotic Goth..

Crowd.. THAT WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton.. I have to agree with the crowd. Medium not well done is how Goth served up Todd there!

[Deleted]

( As Highway To Hell by ACDC Plays and Jewel and Jasmine bringing out Hells Bouncer and a big mushroom cloud smoke fireworks blow and a microphone in hand )

HB- Stop the damn music. I have something to say.

Jeremy Tucker- Hells Bouncer is out here and he is not happy.

Andrew Fulton- Who cares.

HB- I am done with the singles career, it seems pointless that KGB is doing everything they can to hold me from having my match for the World Heavyweight Championship. Soooo I am taking over the company.

Jeremy Tucker- What the hell is he talking about????

HB- Not literally but I will be getting that World Title Match whether Soutter likes it or not so here is what I have done. I am going to the Tag Team Division. Screw Dravaka cause he didnt show and Soutter turns on me over a loss. So I brought back a man coming out of retirement and we will be running through the Tag Team Division and quest to end KGB and win Tag Team Championship. In fact lets bring him out.

( As Nation Of Domination plays and out comes a man who is familiar with wrestling and the fireworks explode. )

Jeremy Tucker- Holy Shit its Hells Bouncer's Brother Powerhouse!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton- You have got to be kidding me.

( As Powerhouse grabs the microphone. )

Powerhouse- Yes after near 7 yrs off. I have returned and I am debuting in SWAT with my brother as we will run through the Tag Team Division. And you never know I may have one more run to become the Next World Champion. Tag Teams in SWAT be ready cause we are known as Hells Destruction. And will destroy every team and we win the belts. I will see you soon.

( Powerhouse drops mic and both men and ladies leave the rampway. )

[suzispitz]

A little music to rock you…

The roar of the crowd is immense... and with good reason.
Things are changing, and these fans know it. The hype has been tremendous... the promises made, almost unbelievable.

Yet, here we are...

the wait is over. No more hype. She said she would defeat Blaze Freya, and she walked out of Battleground 16 with the win, and a substantially larger paycheck than her unfortunate opponent.

And many may remember that she also defeated Sabrina Sinstone at Battleground 15, in her returning debut match, making her, as yet, undefeated, while it seems that the once promising career of Blaze Freya has taken a turn for the worse, as she has now lost her last two matches, and could very well lose her Pan-Am title, if the future is to be judged by past events, in which The Violent Vixen appears to be in collusion with the number one contender to Freya's title, Marie Caedes, each, allegedly helping the other win their respective matches over the past weeks.

SS : Oh, come on…

The voiceover is interrupted by the slightly creole, and very firm accent of Suzi Spitz…

SS : Ya really think anyone's gonna buy that load of crap?

The scene switches to a live shot, revealing that the voiceover was that of Official Suzi Spitz Interviewer Danglin Johnson, who attempts to reason with this Little Piece of Heaven, that's Hotter than Hell, who sits calmly before him, hitting her big fat fattie, and blowing a thick cloud of smoke in his face.

DJ : Well, Suzi, even you can't deny that there's something going on between you two, and…

SS : Yes I can… ya see, I don't rightly give a damn what anybody says I can, and can't do. Heh… a whole lotta people said I couldn't beat Blaze Freya, and I did it anyways, 'cause that's how I roll, so Dooooo't tell me what I can deny, pal…

I ain't in collusion with anyone, but hey…

am I gonna cheat? Hmmmph… you bet your ass, I will, if I get half a chance. I owe that bitch another beat down for hittin' me with that steel foldin' chair.

DJ : Suzi, the tape clearly shows that she did not hit you at all. How can y…

SS : And I guess you've seen the tape, right? Phhhtt… they don't even make videotapes anymore, ya freakin' liar! It's all on dvd's.

DJ : It was on live television. There were several slow motion replays from multiple camera angles. There is undisputable proof that it was, in fact, you, who blatantly cheated, by tricking the referee, who was distracted, I might add, by, who many now believe to be your new Partner in Crime, as they say, Marie Caedes. Answer the question… what's going on between you two?

SS : First of all, I don't give a damn if it was playin' at the local movie theater, pal, the only undisputable proof that matters is that I'm the one who walked out with the win, and we alllll know, a win is a win, no matter how ya got it.

And for the rest of forever, when your great, great, great grandkids take a look at the record books, they're gonna see SUZI SPITZ!.. W!.. Blaze Freya… heh-heh… L…

but I have ta say, even though she didn't have what it takes…

at least she tried, Danglin… at least she tried.

DJ : And tried valiantly, I might add. But this time around, you'll be in the ring with not only the SWAT Pan-Am Champion, Blaze Freya, but Marie Caedes will be there, as well as Olympia.

SS : Yeah… so what? It's just another freakin' gimmick match, as far as I'm concerned.

I mean, just look at the stipulations. A Bikini Match? Heh… tell me that ain't rigged… and what the hell is a Musical Chairs Match?!?

I'll tell ya what it is.

It's bullsh*t…

Pure… unadulterated… bullsh*t. But hey…

They'd better play some Led Zeppelin, or I'm gonna be pissed by the time we get to the No Rules Match…

and one thing ya don't do, is piss me off.

DJ : Suzi, I think the question on everybody's mind, right now, is will you…

SS : Oh, stop it. I know what you're about ta ask, and the answer is no. I ain't helpin' Marie Caedes beat up Blaze Freya. I mean, sure, we all wanna smack the bitch around, but Marie doesn't need help with that. I dare say Olympia doesn't need help either… and I damn sure don't need help beatin' up Blaze Freya… in fact…

I beat up Blaze Freya on the last show. And Marie beat up Blaze Freya on the show before that!.. so… WHO'S the Pan Am Champion???

I wouldn't exactly say it's Blaze Freya, that's for sure.

DJ : With assistance, in both cases, I might add.

SS : Y'know, you sure do add a whole lotta extra crap that doesn't matter. Take a look at the record book, pal… it says "W" by our names, and next ta Blaze's name, there's two "L's", so you can take all that other sh*t, and shove it…

DJ : I'm just saying…

SS : HEY!.. you ain't just sayin' jack, bitch. That's my line.

And I'M just sayin'… that nobody gives a rat's ass about some musical chairs game, and the bikini contest doesn't matter much either, 'cause I've done all the gimmicky sh*t, and nobody remembers any of it.

I tried bein' a vampire when everyone was geeked out on them God-awful Twilight movies, I tried bein' a zombie when Walkin' Dead was all the rage, Hellz Bellz!.. I was a freakin CAVEWOMAN for about three months!

Remember that?

DJ : I don't, actually…

SS : Exactly. And this ain't my first bikini contest… in fact… I'm kinda good at 'em.

DJ : Yes, but, are you good at musical chairs?

SS : FU*K MUSICAL CHAIRS!.. the only part of this match anyone's gonna remember is the no rules part…

'cause no matter how lucky I am playin' a stupid kiddie game… no matter how awesome I look in a string bikini… NO MATTER!… heh-heh… how good all three of my opponents think they are at an anything goes match…

I'm gonna go out there, and prove… to everyone… my fans… my detractors… everyone… that I am exactly what I've always said I am…

and that's the REAL World Wrestlin' Champion.

DJ : Well, there you have it, wrestling fans. Suzi Spitz says she's got something to prove, and love her, or hate her, you've got to believe she can back up every word she says, when she's on top of her game.

That's all the time we have for now, so until next time, I'm your host, Dangiln Johnson…

Back to ringside, for more great SWAT action…

~ ❤ ~

[King Syberus]

[The camera opens on Syberus, sat in his ring gear and, for the occasion, a classic "Connection" T-Shirt (a simple black tee with a stylized gold "C" on the front). He dons a black armband to remember former Hardkore America Heavyweight and Hardkore World Light Heavyweight champion Adrian Tanner Jnr., and the legendary promoter and manager Reginald P. Packer. Gone but not forgotten members of the greatest (e)wrestling family we could have ever known. Syberus pulls up his knee pad a little, his stars n' stripes tophat sitting on the bench next to him, and smiles into the camera, but with the silly bit done, this is a smile that carries some meaning.]

Syberus: Kilroy. Hello my friend. I'm glad you're here to share this day with me. You see, it takes someone like you to really understand the gravity of tonight.

People may have watched from the outside, sure. We have our tens of fans all over the world. Rival promotions knew us as only a hushed whisper. But very few of us were actually fortunate enough to be doing what we were doing, when we were doing it. To have shared the ring, and the locker rooms, and the car journeys, and the lives with some of the most hilarious and at times insane human beings to have ever slipped into sequinned tights.

To have seen the rivalry between Dan Stein and Lucifer Jones... to have witnessed the early dominance of Cobryn... to have had the honour of watching the Miracle Violence Combination II carve out their names in history as the greatest tag team to have competed in this sport for over 15 years. The wily Robert Hunglestein III. The ridiculous Rising Sun. The effortless class of Rally Jackson. All the way back to the likes of James Ashcroft and Jake Cannon, great names of the IWA that sadly couldn't do the milage the rest of us managed in the end.

[Syberus stops for a moment and chuckles.]

Syberus: "In the end..."

[Waiting for a few more seconds for the words to resonate, Syberus looks back into the camera.]

Syberus: Only, it's not quite the end, Kilroy. You felt the siren call of the canvas and ropes just as I did. Channeled as it was through the awkward weezing of a desperate australian. We returned to the ring, to SWAT, and here on the knife's edge that is wrestlings future do we meet once again.

I'm here on a mission, Kilroy. It's no coincidence that Jonnie Valentine has risen from his tomb at this most critical hour. Everything we've been through, everything we've given the world... the laughter, the violence and the glory... over the course of 15, 16 years... we can do it ALL OVER AGAIN.

Maybe not us. Our time will come. But those LIKE us. Moulded in our image. Those that understand the great brotherhood that can be formed in pain.

[He laughs.]

Syberus: And championships.

[Syberus shakes his head.]

Syberus: No long sleep for Syberus and Kilroy, my friend. Our battle continues. A battle that started over a decade ago over the UWA Hardcore Championship. You, of course, were the better that day. But since then I've quite lost count.

[He shrugs.]

Syberus: Time to mark another one in the W column nontheless.

I hope that you understand tonight is more than just a token appearence to remember our lost friends. We're here to HONOUR them, Kilroy. Not only with our blood and bones, but by lighting the torch here, tonight, that we can carry into wrestling's future to ensure the next 20 years play out like the last. You and I, and Jonnie, could make a stand here in SWAT 2019 to ensure our time wasn't just a flicker in history but was truly a dynasty that will last for generations.

Let's not just "leave" our mark.

Let's CARVE it into the face of HISTORY.

[Timeless]

[The SWAT Tron shows Timeless sitting in his motel room, he is wearing a SWAT themed baseball top unbuttoned, his god like muscles gleaming in the rooms light, he looks across the room, and we see the SWAT Seductress, RoxyLishus, she is sleeping peacefully in the bed, the sheets covering her best parts, and her legs look so much better being all we can see, man, she has legs to die for and we never noticed with the rest of her bamboozling us. She sleeps like an angel, and Timeless smiles fondly to her, but he is restless, he doesn’t want to wake her, and he grabs his time travel watch, that was gifted to him by Roofus when he was made Master of Time and Space. He crunches some numbers into it, a portal opens and Timeless steps thru it.]

[As Timeless steps thru the portal, we see a bright summers day, there is a baseball batting net and a young ten year old standing smashing balls from the pitching machine, the youth is quite large, and a handsome kid, he swings and sends a ball flying over the fences. Smiles, and faces up again. A message comes up on the screen reading “ New Hope, Minnesotta, 2005. Timeless walks up to the batting nets and stands behind the youth.]

Timeless : Nice hitting kid.

Youth : Thanks. (glances over at Timeless and then steps away from the plate, a little in awe.) Do you play?

Timeless : Not for a while (laughs Timeless)

Youth : My name is Alex, and when i am older, i am going to be just as big and muscley as YOU.

Timeless : I am sure you will. (Says Timeless, knowingly, those watching at home click on that this kid is actually a young 2005 Timeless.)

Young Alex : Did you see that new show the other night, How i met your mother? Man, it is soo funny.

Timeless : Seen em all. Barney is the man.

Young Alex : Them all? (asks young Timeless, much like when Marty McFly said he watched a re run.) How about Supernatural? Seen that new show? It’s got these two Winchester Brothers, they hunt demons.

Timeless : Sam and Dean. Know it well young man.

Young Alex : How about wrestling, do you like it? SWAT? New Years Nightmare just saw Adrian Tanner Jr win the World Title from Sly Fondell.

Timeless : Wow. Is that so? Fondell huh, i remember him, he had something.

Young Alex : He is the baddest of the bad and coolest of the cool, i really like him.

Timeless : What about Tanner?

Young Alex : How can you not love him, i prefer the bad guys, i have that in me, but Tanner, he has something special.

Timeless : Heel life young fella.

Young Alex : I’m going to be a wrestler, and i am going to be the baddest and best there has ever been.

Timeless : I know you are.

Young Alex : How do you know?

Timeless : Just know i know. You don’t need to know how, you just need to know you will, and nothing can or will stop you.

Young Alex : I could go to the World Series with this Baseball, i hit everyone for home runs and strike them all out, and when i play basketball, i can almost dunk already, i am only ten, and soon i will be able to dunk, but i want to wrestle.

Timeless : That’s great. What else do you like?

Young Alex : Mariah Carey is pretty hot right now, number one song for the year “We Belong Together” its ok, but i like her other one “It’s like that” better, it’s got funk, i am going to have women ten times as beautiful as her, all the girls throw themselves at me everywhere i go.

Timeless : That’s girls for you.

Young Alex : I’d rather watch the wrestling than them chase me around. Hardkore World is mad. Cobryn is just as bad as Sly Fondell. I love the Legion X in SWAT, i am going to be a in crew like that one day. Dracon Xanathos is a genius, and he will rule the wrestling world for many years to come, you mark my words.

Timeless : Dracon who? I don’t remember him.

Young Alex : He is the leader of Legion X!

Timeless : Don’t get too attached to him, he will probably fade away as quick as he ascended.

Young Alex : Lots do. There is this whacko called Bloodice. He changes his name often, Messiah, Pagan. Lonewolf. He cuts himself and rams his own head into the walls.

Timeless : I know him, lucky he isn’t around anymore, i would eat him for breakfast.

Young Alex : What do you mean anymore? I saw him on tv last week.

Timeless : Oh, my bad.

Young Alex : Do you know the Great Syberus? He is truly great. Caribbean Champion. Brings the English hard hitting style.

Timeless : He may have been Great at one stage, now, he is maybe average at best.

Young Alex : Not likely, he is at the top of his game. Hardkore Jonnie Valentine runs the Hardkore World, he is a pioneer of the wrestling business, and can do it all.

Timeless : He can go, but remember this, everyone ages, and everyone slows down when they do, that is, unless they are Timeless.

Young Alex : I like that name, I am going to remember it.

Timeless : You do that.

[Young Alex waves to man who has moved over to the bleachers and taken a seat.]

Young Alex : That’s my dad. Want to meet him?

[Timeless look over at his father, a moment of angst engulfs him and he shakes it off.]

Timeless : Nah, you get back to your practise, nice talking to you.

Young Alex : And you!

[Timeless looks back at his father one last time, smiles at him, the two locking eyes and recognition registering on the fathers face of his son, then amazement and denial, then Timeless is gone, back to the motel room. He looks over at RoxyLishus still sleeping like a goddess, and smiles to himself. Thinking at least it wasn’t ’88 and Strike Force were tag teaming.]

[frostbite]

Andrew Fulton.. I understand we have footage from outside of our parking lot.

Jeremy Tucker.. Do not tell me that hardcore title match has started once again.

Andrew Fulton.. I do not think so, but I would not mind seeing another round of that though.

# Parking lot#

A beat up light blue pickup truck rolls up to the back of the arena as it comes to a complete stop. The passenger side front door opens as a short black haired gentleman steps out of the vehicle wearing a black tank top with muscles just bulging everywhere as his arms are bigger than most people legs, he has on black jeans and black steel toe boots. The lifts coming from the building catches his intense look in his glowing red eyes. The driver hops out of the truck with tree trunk legs wearing a brown tee shirt with gray sweats and brown boots, as he looks around as if he is looking for something as he tugs on his Atlanta Braves cap. He looks back in the truck as he points to something, as he does so. Another gentleman hops out from the truck wearing a blue tee shirt with fading black jeans and black boots. He looks around himself with an intense in his blue eyes.

Crowd... YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton.. Frostbite has arrived.

Jeremy Tucker.. And it appears that he has backup. Luckier on the passenger side and Doomsday was the driver.

Frostbite.. You know I could have use my rental right. It has more room in it. The both of you are seven feet plus and I am squeeze in the middle in that truck.

Doomsday.. What is wrong with the truck?

Frostbite.. Not enough room. I mean Lucifer over there elbowed me twice on the way over.

Lucifer.. I can not help there was not enough room.

Frostbite.. My point..

Doomsday.. Let's get you inside before Soutter has any bright ideas of attacking you before his match.

The three head toward the backdoor as Luckier big right hand turns the knob as Doomsday looks back before the three head inside.

Doomsday.. So far so good.

Frostbite.. I know Soutter has something up his sleeve he is not going to have me get health before our match. He needs his misfits to do his dirty work for me. His father ass could not beat me one on one.

Lucifer.. Relax we have your back. No need to worry if he should try something we will stop him.

As the three move right along.. They are quickly surrounded by roughly ten security guards. A short red curly headed gentleman wearing a KGB tee shirt with gray slacks and black shoes with a clipboard in hand approaches Frostbite.

Frostbite.. Who in the hell are you?

The young man clears his throat.

Young man.. My name is Ralph.. I am Mister Soutter and Mister Pesci I am there assistant this evening. I am here to help make sure things go smoothly. They have a busy night at hand.

Frostbite.. I bet they do.

Ralph.. Mister Soutter knew of two Pals were coming with you to the arena. He wanted to let you know that they are not allowed here this evening because they do not have backstage passes or they are not under contact with SWAT so therefore they are not allowed in the arena.

Crowd.. BOÒOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Doomsday.. Listen Ralph Mouth.. I like to see you and your little security guards try to stop the three of us.

Lucifer.. We would destroy the 10 of you and as we are doing it, son you would crap in your face.

Ralph gets a lump in his throat because he knows that they are more than likely right.

Ralph.. Listen, I have order from the boss to do whatever I must to keep the two of you out of the building. We do have police on partol around here and if I need to call them, I can and the both of you will spend the night in jail.

Doomsday leans into Ralph as the security guards take a couple of steps.

Frostbite.. I am not surprised that Paul decide to go in this direction. He does not want you guys around because he does not want a fair fight. He knows I am going to burn this place to the ground tonight. The champ got a small size sample last week, and I will do so much more to Paul this evening. I want his band of misfits to watch as there boss goes up in flames tonight whether you have to hold them off or hold them down to watch his destruction is not matter to me.

A smirk comes across Frostbite lips.

Frostbite.. However, there is no harm here.

He turns to Doomsday and Lucifer..

Frostbite.. I have got this.. Go back to the hotel room order room service and put it on my tap. I will be there drenched in Soutter's blood and he will have a nice celebration.

Doomsday has a puzzled look on his face.

Doomsday.. You are taken this way to calmly.

Doomsday and Lucifer look at each other. Then Doomsday has an eureka moment.

Doomsday.. Wait a minute.. Please do not tell me, you bought him here.

Frostbite.. What do you mean?

Doomaday.. We have been friends for 14 years and I know how the wheels spin in your head. He is here isn't he.

Frostbite.. I bought him a ticket and he is out in the crowd somewhere.

Doomsday.. You must realize he is not ready for this.

Frostbite,. I do not need him to get into the ring and wrestle. I might need him to fight and tat he can do. I just need him to watch my back that is all. He will not jump unless Pauls morons do so first. Besides Paul has no idea what he looks like.

Doomsday.. If will be hard to not to spot someone that is almost the size of Lucifer over here in that crowd.

Frostbite.. I will take good care of him. Paul is not the only one that can build an army. And besides I saw this com8ng from a mile away. Relax your prize student will not have to get involve at all unless Paul's idiots do.

Doomsday looks over at Lucifer.

Dommsday.. Alright then.. I think we should go. I believe we can order quote the buffet back at the hotel.

Lucifer.. You know it.

The two seven footers walk away as they push there way through the security guards as they leave the arena.

Frostbite.. I hope your boss is happy. But after tonight, you and those security will peel is fat ass off the mat after I burn his corpse.

He pushes pass Ralph as he heads toward the locker room.

Andrew Fulton.. It appears Paul took care of that. They will be no backup for Frostbite this evening. Paul is going to kick Frostbite ass tonight.

Jeremy Tucker.. Not so, Frostbite had backup in the crowd and nobody knows what he looks like. Did you not hear that part.

Andrew Fulton.. Please that was Frostbite lying his ass off.. He does not have anybody.

Jeremy Tucker.. I would not be so sure. If he says he has somebody watching his back then I am sure he does.

Andrew Fulton.. Even if he is telling the truth, Paul and the KGB will handle him, after all this guy is only one man, or that is a guess. He can not take every member of the KGB all by himself. I am telling you Frostbite is blowing hot air there is nobody.

Jeremy Tucker.. If you say so?

[thejerseydevildiva]

Act 1: Celebration

"Gold always looks good, no matter what it is. When you have it though, everyone will come at you with everythin' that they have to take it away from you."

The scene opens on the beautiful city of Jersey Shore. The long board walk stretched along the majestic beach where people sunned themselves through the day, or skinny dipped through the late evening. A few small bonfires had burned out already, leaving it in complete darkness once again. The tall hotels, and casinos, glistened in the late night, as the camera moves over the city, and toward the turnpike where we see a sign for "SEVENTH HEAVEN" a gentleman's club. A black limo sat out front of the club, along with several cars. The camera moves to the interior of the club, where we hear loud music, and young women in different states of dress on three stages in the middle of the club. Bright lights flash as they dance to the loud music, and the camera moves up the stairs to a VIP room that overlooked the main floor. The VIP Room was done in a deep red carpet, and golden colored walls, with a small stage in the middle of it, with a pole in the center of it. A young blond girl dances grinding against the pole in front of Joe Pesci, Soutter, and Bruno, as Joanne sighs, sitting on one of the black leather couches.Then Maddox enters the rooms and stands before speaking.

Michael Maddox: Congratulations Joanne you beat my wife Avery. She needed to be beaten. She has grown an ego on top of her shoulders. I doubt she cares that much she lost the title to the better woman anyways. Damn look at the blonde girl grinding on the poll Avery would disapprove of me being here without her but I don’t care. So what’s the plan at the next show?

Maddox looks at all the KGB as they look at him with a weird smirks on their face. Joanne looks at him with a raised eyebrow.

Joanne: Really? You think so? The last time that I faced my ex husband, it wasn’t that easy. I was put through hell and back. She is not goin’ to be happy. Trust me… you have scorned an Irish woman… That’s never a good thin’. As for the next show I’m goin’ to do what I can to beat Brewster.

Maddox nods

Michael Maddox: Yeah exactly and Irish Woman. She will probably drink away all her sorrows like she usually does she told me she does this so she doesn’t have to be in pain all the time and nine times out of ten forgets why she was even drinking. She holds a lot of liquor but it still doesn’t change the fact she forgets everything almost after drinking too much.

Maddox smiles clever

Joanne: Yeah we’ll see. I’m just sayin’ she might run to someone else. I’ve seen that happen more than once… Hell I’ve done it more than once.

Joanne sighs shaking her head.

Joanne: But I’m not here to tell you what to do… Or to worry about. Enjoy a lap dance on me.

Michael Maddox: That sounds great. Nah Avery is a firecracker she won’t run to another man. Women are complex creatures but all of them are not the same and have the same thought process.

She smiles.

Joanne: No we’re not all the same… That’s why I’ve proven that I’m better than all of them tonight.

Michael Maddox: You sure have.

Maddox grabs a shot and signals for Joanne to take one. She picks one up and smiles.

Michael Maddox: To Joanne Cannelli and her new reign as Amazon's Champion.

Maddox and Joanne cling their glasses together and down the shot.

Michael Maddox: So where is that lap dance you promised although I kinda wish was from you but one of these other women will do fine.

Maddox winks at Joanne and laughs a little bit trying to make a funny. She gets to her feet, as a tall brunette walks to him and smiles softly.

Joanne: Helena here will take good care of you. Gentlemen enjoy yourselves. I have somethin’ that I have to tend to.

She tosses back another drink, and heads out of the room and walks down the hallway a little bit where Reno and Rude are waiting for her. Reno opens the door,  and they steps inside. Two young woman are laid out on the deep blue couches in the room, and she sighs.

Reno: Are they...

Joanne: Dead? What do you think?

Rude: Damn boss... Did you have to do that? I mean someone is going to come looking for them.

Joanne laughs as she removes the suit jacket and tosses it over the back of her chair.

Joanne: Not from what Red told me. She said she caught one doin' coke last night, and the other one was skimmin' off the top. They were off of the streets and stayin' in the rooms here anyway.

Reno: What do you want us to do with the bodies boss?

Joanne: Nothin'. I have someone I can call for that.

Rude: I thought that's what we were for.

Joanne: I can't bribe everyone... You might have to help him get them to his van.

Rude looks at her and sighs shaking his head.

Rude: You mean Sothren?

Joanne: Yep.

Reno: I'll call him.

Joanne sits down in the high backed leather chair and puts her feet up on the corner of her desk, and lights a cigarillo as the smell of the cherry fills the room.

Rude: I'll go with you Reno. He's probably near by anyway.

Reno and Rude walk out of the office leaving Joanne alone once again. She stares up at the ceiling with the Amazon Title sitting on the desk. she takes another drag before she blows a puff of smoke out, as she smiles a fanged smile.

Joanne: I've finally reached the top, and I am not goin' to come back down any time soon. you see Lynn I've made it and it's all thanks to the fact that I am part of somethin' bigger and better than you will ever have in your life. I have been given somethin' big and now you want to take that away from me, but that's not goin' to happen any time soon. So you can come at me and try to stop me, take my title from but all know that you're goin' to fail, and end up as Joe's slave. I don't feel sorry for whatsoever! I will laugh when it comes down to it, and say my how the might have fallen as you bow and kiss his feet. This is goin' to be the best victory yet for me, and I'm goin' to take such joy in every minute of your destruction.

She takes another drag from the cigarillo in her hand, as the smoke seems to float around her like a light mist.

Joanne: I know that you're goin' to come at me with everythin' that you have to get my title, but I'm not goin' to back down from this fight, let alone let you get the upper hand to bring my title reign to an end so soon. No, I'm goin' to give you one hell of a fight, and keep goin' until I have nothin' left in me. But tell me how long do you think you're goin' to last in our match Lynn? Can you stand against the current Amazon champion or will you fall just like Avery did? I think we both know the answer don't we?  You don't have to say anythin' Lynn... I already know the answer and there is nothin' that you can do to stop me from beatin' the holy hell out of you. I don't think there is really anything else that I can even say to you without startin' to sound like a broken record. We are the Mafioso; and we get paid to kick your ass. See you soon and good luck, you're goin' to need it.

Joanne gets to her feet, as a knock comes to the door. She opens the door and smiles seeing a tall, raven haired man with red eyes standing before her. Joanne smiles and lets him into the office as the door closes behind them, as the scene fades to black.

[Kilroy]

[The shot goes to commercials, because something has to keep the lights on around here besides our collective love for Hell's Bouncer. When they finish, the shot cuts to Kilroy Evans doing what all the best wrestlers do in the back when they need an insert shot: watching what just happened on a monitor in a seemingly random hallway. There's a bit of narration over a song that is definitely not "Woke Up This Morning" as Kilroy turns off the monitor and faces the camera with a smile.]

Narrator: Next time, on "The Joannos"...

Kilroy Evans: Riveting stuff. I'd like it if everyone took their remotes and rewind the show back to Syb's words he had for me. Not the tux one---but you should rewatch that one too, it was good---the one where he was talking about why we're really here tonight. It's also a rare example of something that's hard to pin down in our business. Sincerity. People say a lot of things with a lot of conviction, but what Syberus conveyed to me and all of you is true sincerity. And Syb, I appreciate it.

[Kilroy smiles.]

Kilroy Evans: For a lot of people here, this is the next SWAT show. But for me and definitely more for Syberus, it's something so much more. What Syb said is absolutely right. All of it. Even the stuff that's comepletely wrong. Packer was an amazing guy. Adrian Tanner, Jr. was absolutely instrumental in my career and my times in the ring being as great as they were. The same is absolutely true of The Great Syberus. I couldn't have done it how I did it without people like you in my life and if I haven't expressed that enough...I'm sorry. I'll fix that tonight.

[Kilroy absent-mindedly scratches his arm.]

Kilroy Evans: Well now I'm nervous. I gotta make sure I do right. The thought crossed my mind that people don't remember well enough what a match between guys like us is meant to be. But even if they don't, I know who I'm rollin' with. We'll learn 'em good.

[Kilroy's smile gets bigger.]

Kilroy Evans: I've never been one to worry about respectability. Why would a guy like me go on that particular snipe hunt, y'know? Words like that get thrown at me as a token before dismissing me out of hand. Thank you Syb, because I know what those words mean coming from you. I hope you understand it's reciprocated. Ha, look at me knowing big words!

[Kilroy pauses and looks like he's wondering if he should say his next words. He does.]

Kilroy Evans: But...I just gotta know: when you say CARVE...

[Kilroy briefly throws his hands up, as if to stop hid own line of thought.]

Kilroy Evans: You know what? Nevermind, nevermind. If it were THAT kind of match, I'd bring 'em with me. Don't worry, I'll keep all of those in the back. It's just, you said the word "carve" and ideas sprung up fully formed.

[Kilroy points at the camera and laughs.]

Kilroy Evans: I let myself get the wrong idea. It's cool, it's cool! Anyway, glory of battling once more, proper memorials, gonna show 'em all what it means to leave a legacy! There we go, back on track. I'll just, uh...I'll just see you out there.

[Kilroy stifles a giggle and walks out of shot...for all of two seconds before he walks right back in.]

Kilroy Evans: Really? Really?! I know it's you, but to say that the "w" is a foregone conclusion kinda means YOU forgot about what our legacy is. So sorry you lost count, but I never bothered in the first place because that's never been the point of what I do. We're going to honor memories all while I beat your ass and pull some weird shit in the process! Love ya, mean it!

[Kilroy leaves for real this time and the shot lingers before an unnamed technician walks through and stops at the monitor.]

Unnamed Technician: Who keeps turning these off?!

[He turns the monitor back on.]

Unnamed Technician: And why did we put this here?

[The shot cuts elsewhere.]

[SWAT Team]

Frank Salazar: At this time, please welcome our special guest commentators for the following match, “The Jersey Devil” John Ferrigno and “Simply Amazing” Spike Nelson!

[“So Amazing” by Juliette and the Licks plays as Ferrigno and Nelson make their way to ringside, slapping hands with fans as they take their places behind the announce table.]

Ferrigno: It is great to be here to celebrate the life of our departed friend, Adrian Tanner, Jr. And it is also great to be here with my old tag team partner, a man fans of SWAT know very well, “Simply Amazing” Spike Nelson!

Nelson: I thought I was done, but I was asked to come here and do commentary, and when the memory of Tanner is involved, I can’t say no. He was a great friend, and a big fan of mine, just like I was of his. We went up and down the road together for years, and guys like him are the reason I stayed in this business as long as I did.

[The lights go out, and there is silence….which is soon broken by the opening guitar of “Angels’ Punishment” by Lacuna Coil. A single spotlight hits the entranceway, and a robed figure enters. His arms outstretched, he soaks in the moment before throwing back his hood, revealing the famous mask. The crowd erupts as he begins to walk to the ring.]

Frank Salazar : Coming to the ring at this time, weighing in at 205 pounds and hailing from Every Man’s Nightmare, he is a living legend n the world of professional wrestling, making his long awaited return to the ring, ladies and gentlemen…. “THE SHROUD” ANTHONY ALRED!!!

***ROAR FROM THE CROWD***

Ferrigno: Spike, this place is going nuts, and nobody knows why more than you do!

Nelson: He may not be overly familiar to SWAT audiences, but make no mistake about it, at one time Anthony Alred was one of the very elite in the world of professional wrestling. His multiple reigns as IGA World Champion left some saying he was the best champion that promotion ever had. He was certainly the toughest man I have ever been in the ring with, and he always brought out the very best in me!

[Alred gets into the ring and throws his robe to the side. He motions for a mic and addresses the crowd.]

Alred: Man, it is good to be back in front of you guys!

***POP!***

Alred: I know we had very different personalities, but make no mistake about it, Adrian Tanner, Jr was a very dear friend of mine. I know he was over the top and cartoonish, with his crazy giant robots and other bizarre stunts, while I was always a deadly serious, no nonsense, ass kicker….but still, sometimes opposite attract. We brought something out of each other. I made Adrian take himself more seriously, and get better and better in that ring, while he taught me that there was more to life than work, and to slow down some times and appreciate what life has to offer. We were good for each other. We were friends. We were brothers on the road.

When I was asked to be a part of this show, my initial reaction was to say no. I have been retired a long time. Way too long to admit. I didn’t think I could go at the level I was accustomed to….and even if I was 90%.....that just isn’t good enough for me. I’m Anthony Alred. I’m the best damn technical wrestler to ever lace up a pair of boots, and if I couldn’t go at 100%, I wasn’t going to go at all.

But then I thought….”what would Tanner say?” And you know what he would say? He would say “Screw it, Tony! Go out there and have a good time!” So that’s what I am going to do. I am going to take my broken down body, and for one last time, I am going to show you people who I am, and I’m going to do it to make Tanner proud!

***HUGE POP***

[Alred gives the mc back and the arena is suddenly hit with “A Country Boy Can Survive” by Hank Williams, Jr. The curtain parts and out comes a familiar man to SWAT fans…..but he is not in his usual attire. No, this is not the wicked clown himself, Beelzebozo….this is a sober Buster Friendly, in traditional wrestling attire, looking to be in the best shape of his life! The former Agent of Chaos gets into the ring, microphone in hand.]

Buster: That was a great speech, Ant. You look great for an old timer. And if you think you have something to prove, well I got news for you…I am here to show everybody that it is possible to change your ways. I’m no longer the King of the Vagabonds. No longer the evil clown. No longer the Clown Prince of Chaos. No, I’m here before you, sober, head on straight, and for the first time in my life, ready to show what Buster Friendly can do! So if you are here looking for a fight….I’ll be your Huckleberry!


[Buster tosses the mic to the side and raises his arms up and down, egging the crowd on to cheer.]

Ferrigno: Oh man, we have two old rivals here with a lot of history, both with something to prove, and this as the potential to be something special!

Nelson: I know both of these guys better than anyone, and let me tell you, this will not disappoint! I can’t believe what I am about to see!

***DING DING***

[The bell rings and the two grizzled veterans start to circle each other before locking up in the middle of the ring. Alred quickly applies a side headlock, before spinning behind Buster and locking in a hammerlock. Buster tries to spin out of it, but Alred hits a kneelift, rocking Buster, and follows up with a stiff buzzsaw kick to the head that drops Friendly to the mat!]

Ferrigno: Alred not wasting any time, he is looking sharp!

Nelson:Let me tell you, I have been on the receiving end of that Buzzsaw kick, and nobody, and I mean nobody, hits harder than Anthony Alred! Those are the stiffest kicks in the business and it looks like Alred has not missed a step!

[Buster gets back to his feet, shaking the cobwebs out of his head as Alred lets him get back up. The two lock up again, and Alred immediately drops down with a deep armdrag. Buster gets up and charges at the masked man, but Alred performs a picture perfect leap frog. Buster puts on the breaks and turns around, as Alred unleashes another kick, narrowly missing Buster, who stops short inches from getting nailed again. Buster leaps forward and nails Alred with a forearms smash to the face. Rocked, Alred staggers backwards, and Buster hits a series of knife edge chops, backing Alred to the ropes.]

Ferrigno: Maybe you spoke too soon, Alred a step slow there and Buster capitalized.

Nelson: I don’t know, Johnny, even at a slower pace than his prime, Alred can still hang with anybody. He’s that good.

[Buster whips Alred off the ropes, but Anthony reverses it. Buster hits the opposite ropes and rebounds back, straight into a picture perfect dropkick to the face. Buster hit the mat and Alred drops a knee to the head, rolling through and landing on his feet just long enough to hit a standing moonsault and covering Buster for the pin.]



ONE!













TWO!!









KICKOUT!





Ferrigno: Buster kicks out and I thought this one was over early!

Nelson: It will take more than that to keep Buster Friendly down.



[Alred grabs a fistful of Friendly’s hair and lifts him up off the mat. Buster swings wildly, but Alred ducks it. Buster spins around and Alred grabs him from behind, locking in a full nelson and then suplexing Buster backwards in a lightning quick motion.]

Ferrigno:Snapdragon suplex!

Nelson: I speak from experience, getting dumped on your head by Anthony Alred is not fun!

[Alred lifts Buster up and again slips behind him, lifting him off the mat and sending him crashing back down with a release German suplex. Buster somehow staggers to his feet, and Alred wraps his arms around him, tossing him backwards with an overhead release belly to belly suplex.]



Ferrigno: I think there is a new resident in a certain city….

Nelson: Buster dropped on his head three times and he is seeing stars!



[Alred stands next to Friendly, stalking his prey. Buster grabs a hold of the ropes and tries to pull himself up. Alred grabs him from behind, looking for another German, but Buster hits a quick back elbow, stopping Alred in his tracks. Another elbow, and a third, has Alred back peddling, and Buster runs forward with a swinging lariat that drops Alred, as the momentum brings Buster down to the mat as well.]



Ferrigno: Looks like Buster hit that out of desperation and both men are down!

Nelson: This match is too hard hitting to last much longer!



[Alred is first to his feet, and grabs a hold of Buster. Before he can be brought up to a vertical base, Buster lunges forward and hits a kneelift to the gut, doubling Alred over. Buster takes quick advantage and nails a DDT on his opponent.]



Ferrigno: Looks like Buster might be gaining control.

Nelson: That move rocked Alred!



[Buster drops an elbow onto the back of the head of his prone opponent, then rolls him over and goes for the pin.]









ONE!















TWO!!













KICKOUT!!!





Ferrigno: Alred barely out at two.

Nelson: He hasn’t wrestled a match in fifteen years, I can’t believe he is still in this one!

Ferrigno: No matter how long it’s been, he is still a tough customer.

Nelson: Alred still runs his wrestling school, I guess training the next generation has him in ring shape.



[This time it was Buster lifting his opponent off the mat. Grabbing a fistful of mask, Friendly hoists Alred up off the ground, before scooping him up and brining him crashing down stomach first across his knee with a gutbuster.]



Ferrigno: Buster with a vicious gutbuster, and that could be a smart strategy. No matter how much might be in great shape, there is nothing quite like being in ring shape, and no matter how much cardio he does, it is not the same as being in that ring.

Nelson: Alred gasping for breath after that move, and I think you may be on to something!



[Alred lay on the mat, doubled up and trying hard to breathe, while Buster leaned against the turnbuckles and caught his own breath. Holding his aching head, Buster waited for Alred to struggle to his feet before racing across the ring and nailing “The Shroud” with a vicious knee lift!]



Ferrigno: Knee Slapper!

Nelson: Does Buster still have Clown Themed move names if he is not a clown?

Ferrigno: I honestly don’t know. Do you think it matters to anybody?

Nelson: Just Geoffrey Broomer!



[Buster, getting a burst of energy, picked Alred up and whipped him into the corner. Friendly followed close behind, hitting an avalanche!]



Ferrigno: Clown Car Crash!

Nelson: Alred looks to be in trouble!



[Alred staggered out of the corner and Buster hit the ropes, rebounding off and leaping into the air, grabbing a hold of Alred’s head and driving it to the mat with a bulldog headlock. Staying on him, Buster grabbed Alred’s arm and pulled him forward into a shot arm clothesline. Not wasting any time, Buster scaled the ropes, leaping off the top with a fistdrop to the face of Alred!]

Ferrigno: Set-Up, followed by the Punchline!

Nelson: Buster pulling out all of his big moves!







ONE!













TWO!!

















KICKOUT!!!



***CROWD POPS!***



Ferrigno: I thought he had him!

Nelson: I can’t believe Alred is still in this!



[Buster holds up three fingers, but the referee assures him it was only a two count. Buster kicks the bottom rope in frustration, then stalks Alred, who is slowly rising to his feet. Before he knows what is happeneing, Alred is caught in a sleeper hold!]

Ferrigno: WHISKEY LULLABY! IT’S OVER!

Nelson: Buster has it in the center of the ring!



***FINISHER POP!***



[Alred is frantically reaching for the ropes, but Buster stands firm in the center of the ring, choking the life out of his opponent. Alred threw his arm out as far as it could go, but the ropes were out of reach. His arm started to drop, and the referee checked the arm to see if Alred could continue.]



The arm drops once……..













TWICE………











THREE TIMES!









NO! IT’S BACK UP!







Ferrigno: He’s still in this!

Nelson: Alred will not be denied!



[Shaking his arm, Alred runs forward, running up the turnbuckles and flipping backwards, driving Buster’ shoulders to the mat!]













ONE!























TWO!!





















KICKOUT!!!





Ferrigno: What a counter!

Nelson: Buster barely out!



[Buster angrily rushes Alred with another lariat, but Alred does a perfect back bend and Buster’s arm swings harmlessly over him!



Ferrigno: Matrix escape!

Nelson: Vintage Alred!



[Buster turns around and begins another assault but is instead met with a stiff kick to the chest! The former clown stumbles back into the corner, and Alred unloads with a flurry of kicks to the head and chest!]





CRACK!







CRACK!







CRACK!





CRACK!





CRACK!





CRACK!





CRACK!





CRACK!



***STRONG STYLE POP!!!***



Ferrigno: Alred relentlessly and repeatedly kicking Buster in the face!

Nelson: SCATCHMAGOWA! BUSTER FRIENDLY HAS BEEN BUSTED WIDE OPEN!



[Buster staggers out of the corner, his face a bloody mess, and Alred boots him in the gut before hitting a stiff fisherman’s buster! Buster, half unconscious, gets to one knee, but Alred rushes him plants one foot on buster’s knee before leaping off and drilling him in the temple with his knee!]



Ferrigno: SHINING WIZARD!

Nelson: HE JUST KNOCKED HIM OUT!











ONE!

















TWO!!















THREEEEEEEEKICKOUT!!!

Ferrigno: Buster Friendly just kicked out at the last split second!

Nelson: I thought for sure that was it! What a match!



[Alred cuts his thumb across his throat and lifts Buster up onto his shoulders. Running across the ring, Alred drills Buster head first with a running Death Valley Driver!]



Ferrigno: NIGHTMARE DRIVER! FORGET ABOUT IT!

Nelson: Alred has won more titles with that move than I can count on one hand!















ONE!





















TWO!!



















THREE!!!!!















NO!! FOOT ON THE ROPE!!



Ferrigno: What ring awareness by Buster Friendly!

Nelson: Buster is out cold, that was dumb luck!



[Alred stays on his opponent, the veteran staying calm after the mishap. He lifts Alred up and hits a backbreaker, positioning him in the corner. Alred then climbs the ropes, standing on the top turnbuckle and looking down at his opponent.]



Ferrigno: Alred perched up top with Buster in the drop zone, what’s he going to do.

Nelson: I know what’s coming!



[Alred soars into the air and performs a breathtaking Shooting Star Press……but Buster gets the knees up!]



Ferrigno: What a counter!

Nelson: High risk did not pay off that time and Buster is still in this!



[Alred lay on the mat, clutching his ribs for the second time as Buster is next to him, unmoving. The referee looks down at both men and checks if they can continue. Confident they can still go, he urges them to get up. Somehow, both men struggle back up to their feet, meeting in the center of the ring.]



***STANDOFF POP!!***





Ferrigno: This crowd is going nuts!

Nelson: These guys are laying it all on the line to honor their friend, and Adrian, I hope you are watching this war being fought in your honor!



[Buster drills Alred in the face with a stiff forearm. Alred retaliates with a kick to the side of Buster. Buster hits another forearm. Alred hits another kick. Back and forth they go.



FOREARM!



KICK!



FOREARM!



KICK!



FOREARM!



KICK!





FOREARM!



KICK!



FOREARM!



KICK!



FOREARM!



KICK!



FOREARM!



KICK!



FOREARM!



KICK!



FOREARM!



KICK!



***FIGHTING SPIRIT POP***









Ferrigno: This is unbelievable!

Nelson: Who will blink first!



[Buster does a three hundred and sixty degree spin, going for a roaring elbow, but Alred ducks instead of taking it, and Buster overshoots him, crashing into the referee!]



Ferrigno: Alred ducked!

Nelson: Ref is down!



[Buster looks down at the ref, not noticing as Alred clutches his throat.]



Ferrigno: What is Alred doing?

Nelson: I know what he is doing, turn around Buster!



[Buster shakes the ref, rousing him from the crash then turns around……. As Alred spits Green Mist in his face!]



***EVERYBODY MARKS OUT FOR THE ASIAN MIST!!!!!***



Ferrigno: GREEN MIST! GREEN MIST!

Nelson: He blinded him!



[Alred hits another buzzsaw kick to Buster’s temple, buckling his legs. Alred then turns and runs towards the ropes, leaping onto the middle rope and sprinboarding backwards with a beautiful Asaii Moonsault!]



Ferrigno: PERFECT SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!

Nelson: BUT BUSTER CAUGHT HIM!



[Sure enough, Buster caught Alred in mid-air! Holding him in position for a tombstone piledriver, Buster makes sure his feet are steady, then shifts his arms to the inside of Alred’s legs, jumping up and DRILLING him head first to the mat with a Bastard Driver!]



Ferrigno: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?!?!

Nelson: I don’t know, but he just KOed Anthony Alred!















ONE!





















TWO!!

















THREE!!!!!!!







***DING DING DING***



Ferrigno: HE GOT HIM! BUSTER FRIENDLY WINS!

Nelson: Wins? It’s more like he survived!



Frank Salazar : The winner of this match…… BUSTER FRIENDLY!!!!



***CROWD ERUPTS!***



Ferrigno: Buster Friendly may have just had the biggest win of his life! What a showing by both men!

Nelson: Even after fifteen years away, Anthony Alred just showed he is still one of the best wrestlers in the world!



[Buster drags Alred to his feet, the two men locking eyes. Alred then grabs Buster’s arm and raises it, pointing to the sky with his other arm.]



Ferrigno: Show of respect by Alred!

Nelson: While also acknowledging Adrian!



[Alred bows to Buster and leaves the ring, heading to the back. Buster, barely standing, is handed a microphone.]

Buster: You know, they say a leopard can’t change his spots, but I am here to tell you, that’s a bunch of crap! My name is Buster Friendly, and after years of drug and alcohol abuse that turned me into a monster, I stand before you, here and now, a sober man. A man who is proud of who he is, and who will fight and scratch, and claw, and do anything necessary to make up for my past misdeeds. From this day on, you have my word…..I am a changed man. No more booze. No more pills. I do it by the book, and I show the world what I can do when I try to stop making excuses, stop blaming the demons, stop running from the past, and meet my full potential!



Beelzebozo is dead!



Long live Buster Frie-



[Before he can finish that word, a man in an elaborate white and purple costume with a theatrical mask slides into the ring and hits a vicious clothesline to the back of the head of the unsuspecting Buster Friendly!]



Ferrigno: What the Hell is this!

Nelson: DRAMA! It’s DRAMA! That son of a bitch!



[DRAMA straddles Buster and rains down punches to the already bloody face of the exhausted wrestler.]



Ferrigno: WHY? Why would DRAMA do this? Why now?

Nelson: He knows Buster can’t defend himself! This is disgusting!



[DRAMA drags Buster’s almost lifeless body off the mat, and sends him crashing head first to the mat with a package piledriver!]



Ferrigno: KILL YOUR DARLINGS!

Nelson: After the war Buster just went through, that move could end his career!



[DRAMA stands over the fallen, bloody body of Buster Friendly, twirls his arms, and bows with a flourish as the crowd rains boos down on him.]

Ferrigno: What possible motivation could DRAMA have for this?

Nelson: I don’t know, but if I know anything about this guy, it won’t be a secret for long!

Ferrigno: Spike, we are out of here.

Nelson: Let’s not try to let this cowardly act take away from the match we just saw!

[Jonnie Valentine]

["Objectively Beautiful" Jonnie Valentine is on the phone backstage]


Jonnie Valentine: Thank you. No. I won't let you down. You won't regret this.


[Jonnie hangs up the phone and looks like he's over the moon]


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Who was that, kid?


Jonnie Valentine: That, Ronnie, was the answer to my prayers.


Ronnie the Merch Guy: I can't believe it! They're dropping that investigation into doze fires at the sweat shops where you make da bow ties?


Jonnie Valentine: No, even better. That was Popeye's Chicken, and you are looking at the newest official wrestler of their spicy chicken sandwich.


Ronnie the Merch Guy: This is huge news!


Jonnie Valentine: I'm walking on air right now, Ronnie.


Ronnie the Merch Guy: I hope you're ready for this kid. They don't just make anyone the wrestler for chicken sandwiches.


Jonnie Valentine: I know. Heavy is the head that wears the crown...(starts checking one of the t-shirt boxes)


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Hey, shouldn't you be getting ready for this match with Paul Blair?


Jonnie Valentine: (distracted) Yeah, I've been watching tape. The guy's an animal. Never lets you get your feet set. I gotta stay away from him or get him on the ground. The hell?


[Jonnie starts rifling through all of his XXL black pre-shrunk cotton tees]


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Yeah, I was gonna tell ya. The print shop left off one of the letters on deez shirts.


[Jonnie pulls out one of the shirts that says "JONIE VALENTINE"]


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Luckily it's Georgia, so no one's really noticed.


Jonnie Valentine: But I'm not Jonie Valentine!


[SWAT Production Assistant runs over]


SWAT PA: You're match is up soon, Jonie.

[suzispitz]

~ Just Sayin' ~

SWAT is filled with talent... awesome talent. So it doesn't surprise her at all, that her upcoming match against Olympia, Marie Caedes, and Blaze Freya, isn't the most important match on the card, tonight, even though, it is for The Pan-Am Title... at least, not for this particular card.

In fact, her match is being used, mostly, as a side-act to amuse, and distract the fans, while the much bigger matches are getting their last minute fine tuning, before the real spectacle begins.

And she's fine with that.

Because this particular card is still only the beginning for her.

And in the grand scheme of things...

her match tonight most definitely is the most important match of the evening.

Olympia looks to be quite the little spitfire, and may prove to be a major obstacle in her quest to take the title away from Freya, but then, when has there ever been an obstacle this Little Piece of Heaven, that's Hotter than Hell couldn't overcome?

Never.

That's when.

And that whole "collusion" thing with Marie Caedes?.. it's bullsh*t. She never even met Marie until they put Blaze Freya's foot in her own mouth.

And being that Caedes is the number one contender for the title, it's going to be The Violent Vixen's honor to be the woman successfully defending the belt against her, because tonight, the most chaotic, and intense era that SWAT has ever known begins, when she takes that pretty gold belt away from Blaze Freya, and you're all forced to suddenly realize just who the REAL champion is...

Everything else that needs to be said will be told to your asses by my boot.

~ ❤ ~

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : We are back folks, and its time for the Pan Am Championship Match!

Andrew Fulton : Oh yeah baby! 4 of the Amazons finest, first going at it in a Bikini Contest Match! Then, musical chairs, then the last two no holds barred!

Jeremy Tucker : What’s with the musical chairs? This is Wrestling, not kindergarten.

Andrew Fulton : We like to mix things up, three wild cats going for two chairs, anything can happen.

Jeremy Tucker : Brewster is in this match?

Andrew Fulton : You know what i mean, comedian. If there is not enough chairs, i have a spot over here on my lap (Fulton with a sleazy grin to the camera pats his thigh)

Jeremy Tucker : You are too much. All four amazons in the ring, and they look frankly, amazing in these bikini’s!

Andrew Fulton : Would you look at Blaze! She wins, right here, right now, just ring the damn bell already.

Jeremy Tucker : Suzi Spitz and Marie Caedes look incredible too Fulton, we all know you are obsessed with Freya, but please, a little professionalism.

Andrew Fulton : Not on your life, and look at Olympia, she is completely out of place in that bikini with these three glamour’s.

Jeremy Tucker : It’s not her forte, granted, but she is a trooper, and didn’t even complain, her promo earlier, was her best we have seen in SWAT.

Andrew Fulton : That may well be, but promo’s don’t fill out bikini’s Jerry, and that’s what counts in this first fall.

Jeremy Tucker : What counts is the voice of the fans. And let’s go to Frank, who is in there conducting this contest.

[We switch to the ring and Frank is in there with the 4 Amazons.]

Frank Salazar : This first fall, is a BIKINI CONTEST!!! I will stand beside each contestant, and your applause in the crowd will determine the winner. Let’s get this going.

[Frank stands beside Olympia, and the crowd roars their support, the other three contestants scoff and protest, pointing out her bikini doesn’t look anywhere near as good as theirs.

Frank then stands beside Suzi Spitz, and again, the crowd goes beserk, they are hooting and hollering, she has certainly advanced to the 2nd fall.

Frank moves beside Marie Caedes, and she looks breathe taking! Her young hot body looks like it was made for a bikini, and the crowd, they don’t care, they don’t like the Spoiled Brat, and they let her and SWAT know, and boo and jeer, she is furious, and points to her body and storms around the ring livid.

Frank moves beside the Pan Am Champ, Blaze Freya and before he can even instruct the crowd for their thoughts, they erupt, popping big time, Blaze smiles, like it was any doubt. ]

Frank Salazar : Eliminated from the first fall ... MARIE CAEDES!!!

Andrew Fulton : What a joke! Anyone can see she is smoking!

Jeremy Tucker : That’s what you cop when you spend your whole career leeching off your mums name and position.

Andrew Fulton : She wont have that position for much longer, but as i said earlier, there is always a position over here, on my cozy lap.

Jeremy Tucker : Zip it creepo. Now let’s go back to the ring, referee Joe Davalo in there with two chairs back to back, and we all know how this works, three of them are going to circle the chairs, when the music stops, the one left without a chair, is eliminated.

Andrew Fulton : Wise guy hitting, what a song!

Jeremy Tucker : Our esteemed owner Joe Pesci plugging his OWN song here, i will never be surprised by anything that happens in this madhouse.

Andrew Fulton : The three circling, and Suzi is angering, she stops and yells at the ref, she is not pleased with the choice of music at all.

Jeremy Tucker : Take it up after the match, you are going to miss your seat!

Andrew Fulton : Suzi must have heard you, cause she is circling again, the music continues, man, this is a great song, Joe is a gangsta rapper of the highest regard ....

Jeremy Tucker : The music suddenly stops and the three of them lunge for the chairs .... FREYA IS OUT! THE CHAMP IS ELIMINATED!!!

Andrew Fulton : You gotta be kidding me!

Jeremy Tucker : She looks around frantically, and Suzi and Olympia are both clearly seated in their bikinis, this is a huge upset, and Freya looks wild!

Andrew Fulton : I demand a re run, she wasn’t ready Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : Olympia and Suzi up now, celebrating making the final fall, they are both pleased with themselves and working the crowd ....

[CRACK!]

Andrew Fulton : Freya just walloped Suzi Spitz with the chair! She is fuming!

Jeremy Tucker : What a sore loser!

Andrew Fulton : CRACK! Freya again with a 2nd chair shot to Suzi, and WHAM! A 3rd!!!

Jeremy Tucker : This is uncalled for! Suzi is busted open, and Blaze going for another chair shot, but Olympia grabs the chair, stopping her.

Andrew Fulton : What are you doing Olympia, this is helping YOU TOO!

Jeremy Tucker : She doesn’t roll that way Fulton. Olympia rips the chair from Freya and tells her that’s enough and to beat it. Freya is about to respond, but she gets speared right thru the ropes by Marie Caedes!

Andrew Fulton : Marie hitting Freya with her own move and they tumble right thru the ropes!

Jeremy Tucker : In the ring, Olympia picks up Suzi .... she is going to finish her right now! No ... she is checking if she is ok and able to continue .... referee Davola in there also checking on Suzi and she waves to Olympia to bring it on ....

Andrew Fulton : Belly to belly suplex by Olympia ... its over Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : Olympia covers Suzi ......

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

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

Thr .... kick out by Suzi Spitz! Wow! Olympia can’t believe it and neither can the crowd.

Andrew Fulton : On the outside, Marie and Blaze continue brawling .. all the way to the back.

Jeremy Tucker : Olympia grabs Suzi and plants her with a hanging tower suplex ... covers ....

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

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

Th .... another kick out. Suzi is resilient.

Andrew Fulton : Olympia throws Suzi into the corner, runs in with an Avalanche ... NO! Suzi gets a foot up.

Jeremy Tucker : Suzi snaps, and launches at Olympia. She scratches at her like a savage, bites her shoulder, claws at her ... SUZI GOES APESHIT!!!

Andrew Fulton : Man o man! What a woman!

Jeremy Tucker : What about Blaze?

Andrew Fulton : I can applaud another’s handiwork Jerry, you said earlier to be professional after all.

Jeremy Tucker : Suzi drills Olympia with a falling powerslam, she goes to the turnbuckle, blood rolling down her eye and cheek .... SPLIT LEGGED MOONSAULT!!! Cover by Suzi ....

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

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

TH ... kick out by Olympia.

Andrew Fulton : Love that moonsault! Split them legs!

Jeremy Tucker : Olympia gains back the offense, she nails Suzi with a Military press into backbreaker (Spartan Backbreaker).

Andrew Fulton : Spinning sitdown powerbomb(Spinning blaster).

Jeremy Tucker : Devastating move!!! Cover from Olympia ....

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

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

Th ... Suzi rolls the shoulder.

Andrew Fulton : Olympia can’t believe it ... she grabs Suzi for another pin, but Suzi reverses it, small package ....

Jeremy Tucker : One .................

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

THREEE!!!! She got it! Suzi with the small package on Olympia!

Andrew Fulton : Wow! Beat the wrestler with the wrestling move!

Jeremy Tucker : Suzi Spits is the new Pan Am Champion!

Andrew Fulton : Olympia is devastated, she can’t believe she lost in that fashion.

Jeremy Tucker : These two put on a top match, even in their bikini’s, i’d like to see them go at it again, prepare for each other, no gimmicks.

Andrew Fulton : I’d like to see Freya get a shot at her belt back .. .she clearly has not been pinned or submitted to lose it.

[COD by ACDC blares and referee Joe Davola hands Suzi the Pan Am belt, then raises her arm, Suzi then poses in victory with the belt for the fans.]

[SWAT Team]

(The show returns from promo spots for various SWAT superstar appearances, Syberus' newest Vanilla Coke commercial, SWAT Magazine and SWAT's streaming service before returning to ringside where fans are holding signs saying "Kilroy was here!," "Syberus the Great!," "AK-47 Forever!" and "Syberus Forever!" before fading to the broadcast booth where Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton are sitting wearing headphones.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Welcome back to the Reginald P Packer / Adrian Tanner, Jr. Memorial Show and this next match is a match involving two SWAT legends Kilroy Evans and 'The Great' Syberus."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah one who's come out of retirement and the other just came out of retirement just to make an appearance and collect a nice big fat paycheck to supplement and publicize his BBQ rib entrance fees."

Jeremy Tucker: "Show some respect for Kilroy Evans. Kilroy and Andrew Karnage were a top tag team in both SWAT and Hardkore World. The last time we saw them together was in 2017 at the Anzac Cup Tournament when they teamed up against the Capitalist Czar Syndicate and lost.”

Andrew Fulton: "Come on Kilroy and Karnage never really showed up then and they were humiliated by the CCS. He was lucky to have shown up tonight if that was really him doing that promo."

Jeremy Tucker: "Well Kilroy's back to honor his friends Packer and Adrian Tanner. He's facing a very tough challenge in his old rival 'The Great' Syberus who's been on a tear lately after coming out of retirement and lacing his boots back up and he's been showing total dominance in Battleground 16 in a tag team match."

Andrew Fulton: "Please. Syberus could have been in a handicap or a three way match and he still would have won. Todd Snyder doesn't deserve any title shot since he's a scrub. Plus he's a scrub and a name dropper who made Syberus look good. Hell he should have just sent him home to play videogames."

Jeremy Tucker: "Syberus wanted the SWAT World heavyweight Title shot but Joe Pesci, being Joe Pesci, continues to deny 'The great' Syberus of a shot at the title which he deserves. If Syberus beats Kilroy he'll make a strong case to demand a title shot."

Andrew Fulton: "Well unless you're connected to Joe Pesci or any member of his family or for that matter the KGB or any member of them or have an 'Li' at the end of your name. Then you aren't even worthy to kiss his ring, ass or even Joanne Canelli's next meal."

Jeremy Tucker: "Sooner or later they're going to have to give Syberus a title shot since he's known to also force the issue. Believe me they'll wish they hadn't avoided giving him a shot at the title since he's been a champion many times over and he doesn't like to be screwed over."

Andrew Fulton: "Pesci calls it like he sees it and so does Soutter. Soutter and Pesci runs things and call the shots and after tonight when Joanne Canelli puts GM Lynn Brewster in her place. Joe Pesci and Soutter shall have full control of SWAT while Joe Pesci's going to make Lynn slave away for a whole year or maybe more if she does what he says to the letter."

Jeremy Tucker: "I don't think so. Right now let's go to the ring for the introductions."

Frank Salazar: "Ladies and gentlemen. This next bout is scheduled for one fall. Introducing from Hartford, Connecticut. He comes in at 6ft. and weighs 235lbs. Please welcome Kilroy Evans."

("Let the Games Begin" by AJR plays and Kilroy enters to cheers. He slaps hands, stops for pictures and sees a fan whom he goes over to whisper something to a fan who laughs at whatever he said. He enters the ring dressed in sneakers, jeans and some kind of custom t-shirt that has Joe Pesci, Joey Morelli and Paul Soutter on the heads of the Three Stooges bodies in the front and on the back Joanne Canelli with a pie flying in her face.)

Andrew Fulton: "Joe's going to be really steamed about that."

Jeremy Tucker: "That's Kilroy being his playful pre-match self, though that's going to change soon."

Frank Salazar: "Now introducing from Manchester, England. He comes in at 6ft and weighs in at 232lbs. Please welcome 'The Great' Syberus."

("Two Notes Short of an Octave" by Red City Radio kicks off and the crowd pops, Syberus doesn't leave them waiting long though and pushes his way out of from the curtain. He takes a second to look around at the audience on the stage before pumping his fist in the air with a "YEAH!" and swaggers his way down to the ring, high fiving a few fans on the way. Syberus rolls into the ring and hops up onto a turnbuckle pumping his fist in the air with another "YEAH!" he wears black tights with a golden laurel wreath in gold on the back, black knee pads and white taped fists.)

Jeremy Tucker: "The bell rings and this match is under way. Kilroy and Syberus meet in the center of the ring and Kilroy shakes his hand in respect. Syberus looks around and looks around as the ringsiders urge him on and they shake hands."

Andrew Fulton: "I can tell you one thing about Kilroy he hasn't missed one meal since he retired telling by his gut. They lock up and Kilroy forces Syberus into the ropes and both manoeuvre for an advantage. Kilroy finally traps Syberus into a corner."

Jeremy Tucker: "Kilroy breaks and backs off and both circle and lock up again. Kilroy applies a side-headlock and takes him over to the canvas. Syberus counters with a leg scissors before Kilroy slowly gets to his feet and powers out before Syberus thrust kicks him in the face."

Andrew Fulton: "Well it didn't take long for these two bitter rivals to stop playing nice. Syberus lets loose with a series of stiff knife edge chops to Kilroy’s chest. Kilroy counters with a series of knife edge chops of his own and they're lighting each other up and both are wobbly early. Syberus counters suddenly with a stiff kick to Kilroy's gut. At least one good thing didn't happen."

Jeremy Tucker: "I hate to ask what it is."

Andrew Fulton: "Glad you asked J.T. Kilroy didn't puke his lunch up."

(Jeremy Tucker groans and holds his hands in his head.)

Jeremy Tucker: "That was stupid and inappropriate."

Andrew Fulton: "Hey, he was tailgating in the parking lot earlier and catering to everyone including the roster."

Jeremy Tucker: "So what? Kilroy is just being Kilroy. Syberus whips Kilroy into the corner and charges in with a dropkick. He leaves the ring and looks under the ring apron and finds a chair. He slides into the ring with the chair and starts beating Kilroy in the head and body with it."

Andrew Fulton: "Syberus opens up a can of whoop ass and backs up into the opposite corner. Syberus charges but Kilroy rolls out of the way and Kilroy grabs the chair and he starts beating Syberus in the head and body with the chair before opening up a can of whoop ass of his own."

Jeremy Tucker: "Let no one say that Kilroy Evans lost his killer instinct. Kilroy leaves the ring and looks under the ring apron and returns to the ring with a pane of glass and sets it up in a corner. He grabs Syberus by the hair and charges the turnbuckle smashing 'The great One's' head and face into that pane of glass."

Andrew Fulton: "It sure didn't take long for the blood to start flowing. Kilroy uses a shard to start carving up Syberus's head and face. Kilroy leaves the ring again and looks under the apron and finds an iron pipe."

Jeremy Tucker: "Kilroy jams that rod into Syberus' mid-section repeatedly before beating him in the back. He sets up the remains of the glass pane before positioning it and sets Syberus up for a suplex. He executes it and Syberus is holding his back in pain."

Kilroy Evans: "YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN A PANE SHARD IN MY ASS! HOW'S IT FEEL NOW!"

Andrew Fulton: "That's an insult to 'The Great One.' Kilroy makes the cover for a close two count. Kilroy mounts and grounds and pounds Syberus with a vengeance all because Syberus was kicking his oversized butt around."

Jeremy Tucker: "That's a lie and you know it. Kilroy whips Syberus into the corner and charges in but Syberus counters with an elbow followed by a European uppercut. He somersaults over the ropes and slingshots back into the ring with a flying forearm."

Andrew Fulton: "Syberus finds some pane shards and he returns the favour by carving up face and head. Kilroy's bleeding just as badly as Syberus."

Syberus: "HOW'S IT FEEL TO BE A BLOODIED PANE IN MY ASS KILROY!"

Jeremy Tucker: "Syberus leaves the ring and goes under the ring apron and finds a ladder. He slides it into the ring and sets it up into the corner. He whips Kilroy into the corner and charges in with a double flying knee. Kilroy stumbles out and is met with a running big boot to his head."

Andrew Fulton: "Syberus body slams Kilroy with authority before placing the chair and ladder on top of Kilroy. He goes to the top turnbuckle and splashes onto Kilroy's chest and both men are down. Syberus is holding his ribs as he removes the ladder and chair before making the cover .... One ..... Two ..... No! Kilroy kicks out."

Jeremy Tucker: "How did Kilroy kick out is beyond me. Syberus is in bad shape with those ribs as he picks Kilroy up and delivers a series of headbutts to a wobbly Kilroy Evans. Kilroy urges him on and Syberus does it again and again."

Kilroy Evans: "COME ON! MY MIGRAINS HURT MORE THAN YOUR HEADBUTTS!"

Andrew Fulton: "Let no one say that Kilroy's crazy. Kilroy motions for more and Syberus obliges with another couple of headbutts and Kilroy's down to one knee. He surprises Syberus with a jawbreaker and a series of lefts and rights sending Syberus down to the canvas."

Jeremy Tucker: "Kilroy leaves the ring and looks under the apron and returns with a heavy chain. He wraps it around his fist as Syberus gets back to his feet. Kilroy waits and blasts him with the heavy chain sending Syberus crumbling to the canvas. He mounts Syberus and grounds and pounds 'The Great One' with just as much of a vengeance as Syberus had when he grounded and pounded Kilroy."

Andrew Fulton: "One ground and pound deserves another. Kilroy sets Syberus up and he executes an exploder, he does it a second and third time before making the cover.... One .... Two .... T ... No! Syberus barely kicks out."

Jeremy Tucker: "Kilroy wraps that heavy chain around Syberus' neck and throat. He drags Syberus to the ropes and throws him over and he's hanging Syberus. Syberus' eyes are bulging as he struggles for air and Kilroy continues to pull harder and harder."

Andrew Fulton: "Looks like both want to kill each other. Kilroy lets go of the chains nonchalantly and Syberus tumbles to the hard concrete floor unceremoniously."

Jeremy Tucker: "That obvious."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah that obvious."

Jeremy Tucker: "Kilroy leaves the ring and he goes over to the ringsiders and asks for a hotdog and a beer. He gulps the hotdog down and swallows the beer in less than two minutes."

Andrew Fulton: "Kilroy asks for another hotdog and gets one before asking for a Vanilla Coke. He starts eating the hot dog before stuffing the other half into Syberus' mouth before dumping the Vanilla Coke over Syberus' head. Syberus is going to be real angry at Kilroy for violating his Coke contract in Coca Cola's hometown."

Jeremy Tucker: "Kilroy kicks Syberus and that hotdog comes flying out of his mouth. He continues to deliver kicks before picking him up and throws him back into the ring and finds a baseball bat before returning. Kilroy takes a few practice swings and whacks Syberus in the arm."

Andrew Fulton: "Kilroy does it a second and third time before tossing the baseball bat down. He cinches in an armbar making that injured arm a lot more painful....Oh god! Kilroy's now biting that arm as if a hotdog and a half hasn't filled him up already. Syberus slowly makes his way to the ropes and barely makes it. Kilroy releases the hold and picks Syberus up."

Jeremy Tucker: "Kilroy whips Syberus into the ropes and attempts a back body drop but Syberus sunset flips Kilroy for a close three count. Syberus waits and bounds into the ropes and diving dropkicks Kilroy and is slow to get up. He sets the ladder up and climbs up to the top."

Andrew Fulton: "Air Syberus. Kilroy gets up and stumbles around not knowing where he is which describes his career as of late. He stumbles hard into the ladder and Syberus goes flying out of the ring onto the concrete floor."

Jeremy Tucker: "It's not good he landed on that injured arm. Kilroy leaves the ring and he tosses Syberus back into the ring following him. Kilroy makes the cover.....One....Two....Thr....No! Syberus barely gets a shoulder up."

Andrew Fulton: "Kilroy cinches a Fujiwara armbar in the middle of the ring and Syberus struggles to get to the ropes. Great Cannibal Kilroy's again feasting on that injured arm and Syberus is screaming as the referee's warning Kilroy to stop biting that arm. Yeah right ref. Kilroy will listen like anyone else in a typical SWAT match. Syberus struggles but he barely manages to get to the ropes and grabs them forcing Kilroy to release the hold."

Jeremy Tucker: "Kilroy wraps that arm around the ropes as if it's on a BBQ spit and twists it and once again he bites into that arm like a shark in a feeding frenzy. Syberus desperately counters with an eye gouge followed by an eye and face rake. Syberus finds the baseball bat and despite his bad arm he swings and connects with that shoulder and arm."

Andrew Fulton: "One injured arm deserves an injured arm and a shoulder in turn. Speaking of which Joanne Canelli's going to do the same to our unesteemed GM."

Jeremy Tucker: "Will you quit that and concentrate on the match."

Andrew Fulton: "The truth shall always reveal itself my dear friend. Syberus cinches in an armbar of his own using the baseball bat as leverage and now Kilroy's in great pain."

Jeremy Tucker: "Kilroy's had a reputation for being injury and accident prone throughout the later part of his career. Now Kilroy's struggling to get to the ropes."

Syberus: "JUST GIVE UP AND SAVE YOURSELF THE PAIN AND MISERY!"

Kilroy Evans: "NEVER! ARRGH! ARRGH! NEVER!"

Jeremy Tucker: "Kilroy reaches for the ropes and barely grabs hold of them."

Andrew Fulton: "I guess Kilroy's overstuffed gut is overpowering his sense in that concussed wracked sponge filled with no brainpower. Syberus continues to work on that arm with a flying hammerlock."

Jeremy Tucker: "The referee's checking Kilroy if he'll submit but Kilroy's refusing. He takes Kilroy down with a hammerlock takedown and continues to work on that arm with a series of knee drops."

Andrew Fulton: "Syberus continues to work on that arm. He places the baseball bat under the crook of Kilroy's arm and increases the pressure on that arm. Syberus continues to apply pressure on that arm as Kilroy tries and manages to get to the ropes."

Jeremy Tucker: "Syberus milks the count and releases the hold. He waits as Kilroy gets up and tries to get some circulation back into that arm but Syberus continues to work on that arm as if he's sending a message that he wants a title shot."

Andrew Fulton: "He's going to get one sooner or later and when he does he'll show why he's a true patriotic champion. Right now Benedict Evans is getting what he never received at the hands of the Revolutionary army."

Jeremy Tucker: "That was benedict Arnold."

Andrew Fulton: "So Kilroy's still a jerk if barely and a traitor to his country too."

Jeremy Tucker: "Please. Syberus whips Kilroy into the ropes and clotheslines him. He picks up the ladder and rams it into Kilroy's face and stomach before leaving the ring and he finds and throws in a couple of bags of nails and tacks."

Andrew Fulton: "He looks under the ring again and finds a spool of barbed wire and throws it in too before returning to the ring. He starts setting up the tacks, nails and the barbed wire. Kilroy barely picks up that ladder and barely rams Syberus before slamming it down onto his chest before stomping on his chest injuring those ribs even more."

Jeremy Tucker: "Kilroy's arm is still hurt from all that punishment he took from Syberus. He's still trying to get some circulation into that arm but from the look of that arm it's not going to work. Syberus pushes the ladder off and he's holding his ribs, they aren’t in the best shape."

Andrew Fulton: "That's an understatement too. Syberus shoulder blocks Kilroy in the mid-section followed by a jawbreaker and a very stiff chop to Kilroy's chest. Kilroy counters with one of his own and both continue to exchange chops and it's a miracle if they can still remain standing."

Jeremy Tucker: "It's a miracle that they're still in one piece. Kilroy surprises Syberus with a DDT onto the ladder and both are down. The referee starts counting as both barely stir and make their way to their feet. Kilroy finishes setting up the barbed wire and then places shard of glass pane onto it. He sets up Syberus and suplex's him onto that pile of glass, barbed wire, nails and tacks and Syberus is screaming in pain and agony."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah that hurt Syberus quite a bit. Kilroy sets up Syberus and he exploders Syberus again onto that pile of sharp objects. Kilroy makes the cover.....One.....two.....Th.....No! Syberus barely gets a shoulder up."

Jeremy Tucker: "Syberus survived that pinfall attempt. Kilroy cinches in a rear chin lock and he's grinding it in tight. He continues to tighten his grip and Syberus struggles to get to his feet. He manages to get back to a vertical base and delivers a series of elbows and a couple of knees to Kilroy's mid-section."

Andrew Fulton: "Syberus belly to belly suplex's Kilroy onto that pile of sharp objects. Kilroy's now in pain as he holds his back and like Syberus has a bunch of tacks, mails and barbed wire along with pain shards in his back. Syberus does it again before making the cover....One....Two....Thr.....No! Kilroy gets an arm up."

Jeremy Tucker: "Syberus is signalling the end as he sets Kilroy up for Pure Confidence.....No Kilroy slips out and he whips Syberus into the ropes and spinebusters Syberus. He's psyching himself up and he's now feeling it as he goes into a corner and waits for Syberus to get up and he charges and spears Syberus out of his boots. He makes the cover.....One....Two....Three. He did it! What an upset!"

Frank Salazar: "Your winner at 15minutes 30seconds. Kilroy Evans."

Jeremy Tucker: "Kilroy Evans came in with no chance to win but he pulled up an upset and what an upset it was. This was an epic that's going to be remembered in Adrian Tanner, Jr. / Reginald P Packer Memorial Tribute Show history and in typical SWAT style."

Andrew Fulton: "If they had Match of the Year Awards for old geezers this would definitely qualify."

[Chianti slides into the ring and surrounds Syberus]

Jeremy Tucker: What are Joey Morelli and Timeless doing here?

Andrew Fulton: I don't know, but it doesn't look good for Syberus!

[Syberus goes in for a spear on Timeless, but Joey Morelli immediately overcomes him as they land on the ground]

Jeremy Tucker: Chianti put the boots to Syberus, kicking and stomping him on the mat!

Andrew Fulton: What's going on here?

[Kilroy Evans, conflicted, decides to do the right thing]

Jeremy Tucker: Kilroy Evans now breaking up the fight!

Andrew Fulton: But Kilroy still hasn't gotten a handle on math, since Chianti has the numbers advantage here!

Jeremy Tucker: Kilroy is being true to himself, but you may have a point. Chianti has regained the advantage and now Evans' is the one receiving a beating.

[Joey Morelli pulls Kilroy up and Timeless tosses Evans over the ropes to the floor]

Andrew Fulton: Chianti now turning their sights back onto Syberus.

Jeremy Tucker: Chianti shoots Syberus into the ropes and drops him with a stiff double clothesline!

[The Mercedes Benz Arena boos, stirring Kilroy Evans on the floor. Kilroy gets up, and sees the double teaming of Syberus continuing]

Andrew Fulton: Kilroy Evans is running away!

Jeremy Tucker: No he isn't! I'm not sure what he's doing, but running away is not one of them, I promise you.

Andrew Fulton: Until I see different, I'm going with cowardice. Naked cowardice.

Jeremy Tucker: Timeless now holding Syberus' leg as Joey Morelli bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow on the back of Syberus' head.

[Atlanta fans boo, but suddenly a huge pop goes off as Kilroy Evans walks back through the curtain]

Andrew Fulton: Kilroy's back!

Jeremy Tucker: And look who he's got with him!

["Objectively Beautiful" Jonnie Valentine walks through the curtain, somewhat confused. Kilroy points at the beating going on at the ring. Jonnie's eyes lock on to Chianti, and his lip curls]

Jeremy Tucker: Timeless holding Syberus' arms while Morelli slugs him in the stomach repeatedly.

[Kilroy points again at Chianti as they work over Syberus. Jonnie looks to the fans for advice on what to do]

Andrew Fulton: Jonnie seems to be mulling this one over.

Jeremy Tucker: The Atlanta fans pleading with Jonnie to go in there and help out Syberus!

[Jonnie asks "Should I?" And the east side of the Mercedes Benz Arena roars it's approval. Jonnie nods and starts walking to the ring, with Kilroy at his side]

Andrew Fulton: Jonnie Valentine on the way down to the ring, and things are about to get interesting!

Jeremy Tucker: Chianti has Syberus in the corner, and are now strangling him with the tag rope!

[Jonnie gets up on the apron and asks the west side of the Mercedes Benz Area what he should do. The fans again urge him to save Syberus]

Andrew Fulton: As is typical of most management, Jonnie clearly needs alot of approval for this.

Jeremy Tucker: Joey Morelli shoots Syberus into the ropes and Timeless hits him with a rolling elbow smash.

Andrew Fulton: Jonnie now pointing at Chianti, pantomiming what he plans to do to them.

[Morelli and Timeless wait for Jonnie to attack, but grow tired of him acting out what's about to happen. They go back to pounding Syberus with forearms, and knees to the chest]

Jeremy Tucker: Jonnie now finally hits Timeless with a picture perfect dropkick!

[The Mercedes Benz Arena lets out a huge pop, and Jonnie waves Joey Morelli in]

Jeremy Tucker: And a picture perfect dropkick for Morrelli's troubles as well!

Andrew Fulton: And Chianti has decided to head for higher ground.

[Kilroy Evans stands between Jonnie, and Syberus who is pulling himself up by the ropes. The crowd urges them to shake hands, but Jonnie looks around, completely bewildered]

Jeremy Tucker: Jonnie unsure of what the audience wants.

Andrew Fulton: That's how we got Hardkore Canada.

[Jonnie cups his hand to his ear, trying to see what the fans are asking of him. Kilroy tries to explain they want a handshake]

Jeremy Tucker: The fans here are deafening! They want Jonnie and Syberus to join forces!

Andrew Fulton: You don't know that. I can't really tell what they're cheering for here.

[Kilroy tells Syberus the fans want a handshake, and Syberus shakes his head no, adamantly. Jonnie reacts with cartoonish anger]

Jeremy Tucker: Syberus balking here.

Andrew Fulton: He's not one to listen to the fans much.

[Kilroy Evans starts talking to Jonnie and Syberus as both of them seem hesitant to trust one another]

Andrew Fulton: I wish I knew what they were saying.

[Jonnie puts his hand out, and looks at the hand, as if he's frightened of the power in it. Syberus looks at Jonnie's hand, then, as if by it's own power, Syberus' hand starts moving towards it]

Andrew Fulton: I can't believe it!

Jeremy Tucker: Syberus can't believe it! The power of The Stylistics is stronger than either man expected!

[Jonnie starts putting his hand out in an asymmetrical angle, MegaPowers style, while Syberus' acts as though his hand is moving on his own]

Andrew Fulton: It's happening!

Jeremy Tucker: The New Stylistics have joined forces!

[Jonnie and Syberus jolt as their hands clasp, and Kilroy flinches back as though the electricity of the handshake is too much to bare]

Jeremy Tucker: The Hardkore World Champion and Hardkore World owner have aligned to take on the SWAT Tag Team division!

["Everybody's Working For The Weekend" by Loverboy begins playing and The New Stylistics celebrate on the apron. They hop down to ringside and slap the fans hands on the way back to the locker room]