3rd Annual Packer / Tanner Tribute Show (Show)

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(Team Fairtex and The Hired Killers are watching the show from their personal suite dressed casually watching the rest of the tribute show. The door open and Katie Moss enters the suite.)

Katie Moss: "Aren't You supposed to be leaving the arena.""

Phantam Fairtex: "Katie we spent big bucks renting this suite and we plan on enjoying the rest of the show. Besides, we wanted to enjoy this show as much as anyone else would want to do so."

Tong Fairtex: "Besides, we want to see what happens in two certain matches that we have great interest in."

Katie Moss: "You mean Brewster vs. Joanne Canelli and Radu Matei vs. Frostbite."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah Katie. You see Ragu Meat sauce or is it Roach Motel nearly killed my wife in that steel cage and he plays with bugs as if they're his best friends."

Jade: "I said I was over it Tong."

Tong Fairtex: "Don't forget the treatments you were forced to go through due to all those bug bites and you think I can let that pass. Besides, that asshole can't hasn't even come close to elevating the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship belt to the levels it deserves."

Katie Moss: "What if Radu Matei does win tonight."

Tong Fairtex: "If that walking bug museum gets lucky and he always manages to survive by the mandibles. I want my shot at that sonbabitch and I hope Pesci is hearing this and I hope he's not forgetting to clean his ears out. I want to teach him a lesson for what he did to my wife and I'll do anything to get it."

Katie Moss: "What do you mean by anything."

Tong Fairtex: "Just that, Katie. Anything it takes that's what I'm going to do."

Katie Moss: "Do you feel the same way Jade."

Jade: "I said it before and I'll say it again. I put my feud with Lynn Brewster behind me and that's final. That's the end of our storied feud and SWAT History will record it as a loss for me."

Katie Moss: "Yet Kim was motivated to continue it."

Jade: "You have to ask her."

Kim: "You want to know why? It's rather obvious why. Lynn Brewster attacked us both from behind and you think we can forget that. I'll rephrase that she attacked me first from behind and then she attacked my sister from behind."

Jade: "You were supposed to remain at the hotel and I was supposed to wrestle alone. Still you were right about what Lynn did, but wrong about me not being able to wrestle my own match injured or not."

Kim: "I can assure you about one thing. I'm not through with Brewster and I'll never be through with her and if she's listening and I hope she wins the SWAT Women's Championship. I want that title shot and I want it in the same steel cage match so I beat her up before the cage match began and destroy her in the steel cage."

Katie Moss: "What if she loses."

Kim: "Equal justice without the true satisfaction."

Tong Fairtex: "Now you can take what we said anyway you would like it. However, that's what we're thinking and right now and that's all we're going to say n those issues. Right now we're going to enjoy the rest of the show and have a nice meal in our rented suite."

Katie Moss: "There you have it back to you."

(She leaves as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[SWAT Team]

Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall ... introducing currently in the ring ... THE RULER! PAUL BLAIR!!!!! And introducing his opponent ... hailing from Palm Springs California, coming in at 5’10 and 234 pounds .... "The Official Wrestler Of The Popeye's Spicy Chicken Sandwich...He is 'OBJECTIVELY BEAUTIFUL' JONNIE VALENTINE!!"

["Objectively Beautiful Jonnie Valentine Jonnie does a double stretch on his bow-tie, then begins jogging down to the ring. He slaps every outstretched hand as he makes a full lap around ringside. He stops and starts slowly rotating his hips]

Andrew Fulton: This sexiness is off the charts, Jerry! The sexy charts!

[Jonnie makes Paul Blair wait as he takes another long lap around the ring, slapping fans' hands. He stops to hug an elderly woman, and she grabs his butt]

Jeremy Tucker: That's assault!

Andrew Fulton: Oh, relax Jerry. She's just checking out his merchandise for a change.

[Paul Blair continues to tap his foot inside the ring, when Jonnie notices an awkward pre-teen wearing his bow-tie. He pulls the kid over the railing and motions for him to do the Fargo strut with him]

Jeremy Tucker: He's gonna do it! He's gonna do the Fargo Strut!

[The kid does an awful version of the strut with no rhythm. The Mercedes Benz Arena boos. Jonnie motions to the kid that he'll show him how it's done]

Andrew Fulton: This waiting game has really got to be getting inside the head of "The Ruler" Paul Blair.

Jeremy Tucker: They really need to arrest that lady that groped Jonnie. That butt is property of SWAT!

Andrew Fulton: Let it go, man.

Jeremy Tucker: It's not ok.

[Jonnie does the Fargo Strut along ringside popping the crowd. He does the double point to the gangly mess of a kid. He does a half way decent Fargo Strut and the crowd gives him a pity pop]

Andrew Fulton: Definite pity pop there.

Jeremy Fulton: Maybe, but this crowd it loving it!

Andrew Fulton: Huh?

[Jonnie pulls on the top rope, and vaults himself into the ring. The crowd, blown away by such an athletic feat, hoot and holler. He does the double guns to each side of the arena, whipping them up to a fever pitch]

Jeremy Tucker : Here we go, referee Joe Davola calls for the bell, and we are under way. The Ruler and former Tag Team Champion Paul Blair hooking it up with The Objectively Beautiful and leader of the Stylistics, Jonnie Valentine.

Andrew Fulton : Lets not forget, the new face of Popeyes also Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : They go to hook up and Jonnie with an arm drag.

Andrew Fulton : Blair quick to his feet, charges Valentine, and is met with a hip toss, Jonnie with a 2nd hip toss and then he does a cartwheel, the fans going nuts for it!

Jeremy Tucker : How about that handshake from Jonnie and Syberus! They have united and tag teams of SWAT beware!

Andrew Fulton : Jonnie with a flying scissors takedown, half way thru it, he pauses and pumps his fists, what a showman!

Jeremy Tucker : Blair counters out of it with a hard shot to the gut, he then delivers a European uppercut and inverted atomic drop to Jonnie, Jonnie’s eyes go all cross eyed and Blair clotheslines him to the mat.

Andrew Fulton : Blair in control here, Jonnie is reeling, and he rolls out of the ring for a breather.

Jeremy Tucker : Smart move, using the ring to his advantage, Blair is yelling at him to get back in the ring, and Jonnie does that, Blair kneeing him in the side as he does, then Blair goes for a Piledriver, but Jonnie reverses it into a high back body drop.

Andrew Fulton : Jonnie locks on a chin lock, and he synchs it in TIGHT!

Jeremy Tucker : He already got a victory with this hold over one of the O_Z’s! This could be it again!

Andrew Fulton : Paul Blair is no OZ Jerry! Far from.

Jeremy Tucker : I never said he was. Jonnie flattens out his body, whipping it out to increase the pressure. Blair fights to his feet and Jonnie switches the chin lock into a sleeper, Blair breaks it with a cutter.

Andrew Fulton : Blair with the cover ....

Jeremy Tucker : One .....

Tw ... kick out by Jonnie.

Andrew Fulton : Blair goes for a kick to the gut, but Jonnie catches his foot and theatrically points at him, waving his finger no no no.

Jeremy Tucker : Choke lift by Jonnie into A TIGERBOMB!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Wow! Planted him with that bomb!

Jeremy Tucker : Over the shoulder backbreaker, flipped down into a double knee to the face!

Andrew Fulton : Blair struggling to his feet, Jonnie having his way with him now ...

Jeremy Tucker : Single arm Spike DDT!!!

Andrew Fulton : Jonnie follows it up quickly with a belly to belly Brainbuster! ITS OVER!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Jonnie not going for the cover ... that’s his patented finisher, this could come back to haunt him Fulton!

Andrew Fulton : He is measuring The Ruler Jerry! He is lining him up!

Jeremy Tucker : PICTURE PERFECT DROPKICK!!! NAILED IT! Cover by Valentine!

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

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

THREE!!!! Jonnie wins! He just defeated The Ruler Paul Blair!

Andrew Fulton : Look out SWAT! He and Syberus as the New Stylistics are going to take some beating!

Jeremy Tucker : That they are.

Frank Salazar : Winner of the match .... "The Official Wrestler Of The Popeye's Spicy Chicken Sandwich...'OBJECTIVELY BEAUTIFUL' JONNIE VALENTINE!!"

[Valentine celebrates posing in the ring as a dejected Pail Blair heads to the back.]

[Star]

The camera opens and we are stories above the ring below and the camera comes across “Wildcat” Lynn Brewster up there, dressed in her ring gear, putting her hair up in a ponytail, and talking Karnij, who seems a bit concerned.

Karnij: Do you realize what you’ve put on the line? I say back out now, save yourself the…..

Lynn: Humility? Indignation? Any other words you want to use because believe me, I’ve thought of them all. But remember what I win ...for all this to be once and for all mine. No more Joe Pesci sticking his nose in, no more being questioned about booking or about how I’m doing things.

Karnij: Just it ...it sickens me Anna Lynn. You put the whole company within Pesci’s grasps, and more like if…..

Lynn: If I lose ...I'll be putting the whole company at the mercy of the KGB, and that is something I’m also trying to protect SWAT from. No one will be able to control them.

Karnij: So walk away! Let them implode! We both know that it can't contain all those egos.

Lynn: I have to try, it's simple as that.

Karnij: But what if…..

Lynn: If Pesci tries anything like that I’ll walk away. He can sue me, I don't care. It's not like I either don't have or can't come up with it because we both know that's untrue.

Lynn is the first to straighten up and look past Karnij to the cameraman she can see.

Lynn: Eavesdropping are we?

Cameraman: I was ...well looking for you because no one has heard from you.

Lynn sighs, trying not to lose her patience with this poor guy trying to simply do his job. She looks up at Karnij, who is backing up into the shadows, preferring to not be on camera more than is necessary.

Lynn: So you want to know what I think of this evening, or about my match?

Cameraman: Well I guess both.

Lynn takes a deep breath, more to gather her emotions, than her nerves, but the cameraman is being super patient. He knows that provoking Lynn at this time could lead to disastrous outcomes.

Lynn: You know, I had hoped Joe, I wish we could have worked together, instead of against each other. But it still annoys the shit out of me that you leave this company, you and Soutter and your other friends and the rats decided they thought the ship was thinking, so they even bailed off to. But some of us stayed behind. I wouldn't have been able to get my hands on as much of the company as I did. I made sure payroll was met, I paid sure the bills were paid, and I was the one who kept what there was of this company together and was carefully recruiting people when sudden you come rushing back in, saying you’re saving this company from me and CMG. But instead of appreciating what I had done, was doing, in keeping the doors open you came charging back in. But look what you’ve done. You’ve made SWAT into two camps. One is those that want to wrestle, they want the challenges and they even welcome them. The other is run by KGB. Your “friends” don't care who they run over, who they put down, and who they hurt on the way into making SWAT a former shell of what it was.

You decided to come up with a prize that I couldn't resist, I will give you credit for that. That once and for all, since your return, I will run SWAT. That I have full control, which means if I choose to leave off the KGB of a card I could do it and there aint shit they can do about it. Basically it would be like it was when you came back. I mean I’ve heard the whispers from the locker room about how I ran off everyone and there was no talent left. Well there must have been a glimmer, a few that you saw that were keeping the doors open for you to return and grab control of.

But tonight I’m putting it on the line. But joe, you were too chicken shit to get in the ring. Don't give me the line if you're not a wrestler. I don't want to hear it. But instead you offered the deal and yes I’ve taken it. I’m hoping that when I face your ...chosen representative Joanne that it's a fair fight. It hasn't been easy convincing him, but Karnij AND Marie ...they know to not interfere, that this is my fight and it's the only way I can be certain that when I win, you won’t pull any “but so and so interfered”. I do ask one thing ...that you keep KGB out of this as well. That anyone else not interfere. That includes anyone who is part of the Fairtex group, Avery McCullen, no matter how bad she wants the woman who has ...essentially stolen her husband, anyone.

Cameraman: But if you lose?

Lynn: Just like I ask that everyone stay away so that when I win I don't want Pesci claiming I had help, the same goes if I do lose. The loss will be mine, and mine alone to bear. I didn't ask anyone else to sign the contract with me. Its my signature, its my position, its ...I've in a way put SWAT on the line. Think about it for a minute the prize ...control of a company that has seen good times and bad, has fought to stay open no matter how few there was of us, or a fed that was filled to an extreme past full.

Cameraman: Any words for Joanne.

Lynn sighs, and looks up at the arena roof, as if wishing she would be struck down instead of having to answer this. But she does look back down, then she looks down at the floor of the arena where the ring is, and takes a deep breath. She slowly lets it out.

Lynn: So Joanne, you think you’re hot shit right now, and all because you won the Amazon title, a title that by all rights I never got my rematch for, and after tonight I’ll still be asking because although Pesci SAYS the title is on the line, we both know that win or lose, its overshadowed by the other item on the contract. We both know what it is, so no need to mention it again. Do I want to take the title from you? Yes but its not because I’m facing you. I would be saying the same thing to Avery, to Kim, to whoever. And why shouldn't I? And I don't need a group of overblown egotistical males to back me up. But right now I think I know those that would stand up for me, and I have a feeling there are a few surprises because they don't want the KGB to be in charge. So that….is all I want of you. I want that title to be held by someone who would truly appreciate it, and respect it and I do, but I don't think the same of you.


You think this match is going to be my destruction? No not my destruction because at the end of the day I am still a top female wrestler there is. Not just here but across the business. You also asked how long do I think I can go? I’ve gone an hour and then some and at the end I rose victorious, and I’ll be brutally honest, she was twice...not ten times the wrestler you are. And she needed no help, it was simply the two of us. Can you say the same? That you faced someone and told anyone who might even think of helping to keep out? I don't think you have because its simple ...all you know is winning by cheating, or with interference, Hell you even dared to say the word “mafia” but be careful with the words you throw around because…..

Lynn takes a deep breath and lets it out.

Let’s just say I have friends just as high up, friends who have no fear of the Mafia, the Triad, of any of them because they are that large and powerful.

So dont think I’m the only one here with something to lose. You could lose that title, and then what would Mike ...what would the KGB think of you? They might see you as a liability and we both know how the Mafia deals with those.

But it's time to put up or shut up. From this point on, my wrestling, what I do in that ring, is what I have to say. I’ll see you there.

Lynn pushes by the cameraman and heads down from her lofty position

[SWAT Team]

(We return from commercials for SWAT Magazine with Joe Pesci on the cover smiling, various pre season NFL games, baseball games along with Olympia's cover story in a martial arts magazine and on the box of Cheerios. The scene switches to ringside where ringsiders hold signs saying "Wildcat Rules!," "Joanne needs mob backup!," "Pesci and the KGB are Mob Assholes!" and "Wildcat scratches no one's ass!" before fading to the broadcast table where Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton are sitting wearing headphones.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Welcome back and now is the climax to a SWAT power struggle between SWAT owner Joe Pesci and SWAT GM Lynn Brewster."

Andrew Fulton: "Pesci's not just going to own all of SWAT but he's going to own one hundred percent of Lynn Brewster. I can't wait to see what Pesci forces her to do."

Jeremy Tucker: "You'd love to see that won't you."

Andrew Fulton: "Oh would I."

Jeremy Tucker: "Lynn's been a part of SWAT since much of two decades and she's a legend. Packer's been a part of her success for years and he's the one who dreamed up one of the longest and best legendary Amazon women's feuds in SWAT history. I'm talking to the Jade/Lynn Brewster Wars."

Andrew Fulton: "Who can forget that feud with these two women culminating in a steel cage match where Lynn defeated Jade in one of the most brutal and bloody battles in SWAT Amazons history. Yet Radu Matei ruined her celebration by Flooding the cage with insects which also almost killed Jade in the process and unleashed Tong's anger at the champion."

Jeremy Tucker: "I do agree with you that her husband, Tong Fairtex, wants to beatdown the champion for that stunt he pulled a few months ago. However, Jade was willing to put her feud behind her but her twin sister Kim wasn't about to let it go. She didn't forget that Lynn attacked both her and her sister before Jade's title defense."

Andrew Fulton: "Let's not also forget that Kim and Brewster got into a brawl after the Hired Killers interrupted Lynn's speech which resulted in a match between Lynn and Kim resulting in Lynn defeating Kim. Kim's been wanting to get revenge ever since that eight person tag team match and that hasn't settled Kim's thirst for revenge."

Jeremy Tucker: "Lynn's opponent, current SWAT Amazon Women's Champion, Joanne Canelli, has every intention of humiliating the SWAT GM in the KGBs name. Believe me he's up to something and Dragonatrix has been attempting to warn her about his bad intentions."

Andrew Fulton: "Come on Jerry. Joanne's not going to need any help from the locker room or from the mob and you know it. She's going to prove herself to be a true fighting champion and make her father in law happy with a newly broken in unused slave of a former washed up wrestler/GM. Lynn's going to be his personal servant and I can't wait to see what he's going to make her do along with seeing what's going on in the SWAT Amazons locker room. Oh I can't wait to see what Blaze does and thinks about me."

Jeremy Tucker: "You know you act like a perverted peeping tom."

Andrew Fulton: "Hey at least we'll know what the Amazons think of Pesci."

Jeremy Tucker: "I think he already knows what they think of him. We all know he buys people with title shots or any kind of bribe. Look what happened with 'Spoiled Brat' Marie Caedes and Michael Maddox. She's practically sold her soul to the devil in order to get a couple of SWAT Pan Amazons Title Matches and then Michael Maddox turns on Calum Morgan for a title shot. So you can tell the pattern emerging for this match."

Andrew Fulton: "Marie knows the business and she takes after her mother and she's like her mother only more cold and ruthless. What's wrong with that?"

Jeremy Tucker: "Everything. Right now let's go to the ring for the introductions for this very important and pivotal SWAT Title match to determine SWAT's future."

Frank Salazar: "Ladies and gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Savannah, Georgia. She comes in at 6ft. and weighs in at 215lbs. Please welcome the SWAT General Manager Wildcat Lynn Brewster."

("Cat Scratch Fever" by Pantera plays and Lynn Brewster comes out to the ramp looking around and soaking in the cheers. She makes her way to ringside and is accompanied by Dragonatrix when she enters the ring she takes off her black jacket and leans on the ropes still soaking in the cheers.)

Frank Salazar: "Now introducing from The Jersey Shore, NJ. She comes in a 5'11 and weighs in at 135lbs. She is the current SWAT Amazons Women's Champion. Please welcome 'The Jersey Devil Diva' Don Joanne Canelli."

(The house lihts go down, as a spotlight goes over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the back of the entranceway, as "Courtesy Call" by Thousand Foot Krutch begins. A picture of the Italian Flag, with the words "Full Blooded Italians" is written underneath. It soon changes to mob hits, news clippings from the just recent to the late 1900's, but soon changes once again, to shots of the Mafioso, sitting in a large office and in limos, and in arenas of times since past. The spotlight focuses on four figures standing at the back of the ramp. This is Joanne and her bodyguards. They make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle with Reno and Rude on either side, and Scarpaci following behind, talking among themselves, ignoring the crowd among them. When they reach the ring, Reni holds open for her, as she slips inside, only to follow behind and stand in the middle of the ring, around her. She removes her jacket and Championship Belt and hands them to one of the guys who hands the belt and Joanne warns the referee to keep it safe or else before her bodyguards leave the ring.)

Andrew Fulton: "Telling by Lynn's expression she's out to commit all out murder."

Jeremy Tucker: "Can you blame her. Lynn has no intention of losing her job as GM and slaving away for Joe Pesci doesn't put her in a good mood. The bell rings and this historic match if officially underway. Joanne and Lynn waste no time locking up and Lynn forces Joanne into the ropes."

Andrew Fulton: "They lock up again and once again Lynn overpowers Joanne into the corner. She wastes no time delivering a series of chops to Joanne's chest before she whips 'The Mob Princess' into the opposite corner and she avalanches Joanne, who bails out of the ring. Joanne stumbles out of the ring around and is heading towards the back."

(Members of the SWAT Amazon locker room suddenly come out to the ramp way blocking Joanne's path while Dragonatrix catches up to her.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Dragonatrix just ran down Joanne and out of nowhere Avery McCullen appears and blocks Joanne's path. Dragonatrix grabs her back to the ring by her hair."

Dragonatrix: "YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET AWAY WITH A CHEAP COUNT OUT!"

Jeremy Tucker: "Dragonatrix just tossed Joanne back into the ring by her hair unceremoniously."

Andrew Fulton: "That's not fair to the champion."

Jeremy Tucker: "Joanne was trying to get herself counted out."

Andrew Fulton: "Joanne was just trying to regroup and didn't know where she was."

Jeremy Tucker: "Apparently Avery and Dragonatrix wanted to make sure she was going in the right direction. Lynn opens up a can of whoop ass on Joanne and gives her a boot wash before choking her with her boot using the ropes for extra leverage without mercy."

Andrew Fulton: "Someone even the odds. Lynn body slams Joanne with authority and drops a knee to her chest. Lynn leaves the ring and looks under the ring to find a barbed wire baseball bat. She re enters the ring and takes a few practice swings before blasting Joanne in the head and back repeatedly."

Jeremy Tucker: "Looks like Joanne's going to need more plastic surgery. Lynn whips Joanne into the ropes she stops and Lynn charges but Joanne pulls the ropes down sending Lynn over and out of the ring. Dragonatrix and Avery go over to see if Lynn's alright as Joanne springboard moonsaults off the ring apron wiping all three out."

Joanne Canelli: "WHEN I BEAT YOU LOOSER! YOU AND DRAG BITCH AREN"T JUST GOING TO BE OUT OF JOBS! YOU'RE GOING TO BE JOE PESCI'S PERSONAL SLAVE AND YOU DRAGONATRIX WILL BE ALL MINE AS A SLAVE WHO'S GOING TO SERVE ME EVERYWHERE INCLUDING AT RINGSIDE!"

Andrew Fulton: "You tell them 'Mob Princess Don Canelli. Joanne shoves Dragonatrix by her boot and slaps her before throwing Lynn back into the ring unceremoniously."

Jeremy Tucker: "Joanne grabs the barbed wire baseball bat and starts beating Lynn in both the head and back repeatedly. Both are bleeding profusely and will need plastic surgery after this match."

Andrew Fulton: "Lynn doesn't need plastic surgery since she's already ugly enough as it is."

Jeremy Tucker: "Show some respect Fulton. Joanne leaves the ring and she pulls out....Wait it's a purple velvet bag and only one wrestler has a purple velvet bag."

Andrew Fulton: "He could have planted it there."

Jeremy Tucker: "The match occurred in the backstage area and Psychotic Goth always carries has a purple velvet bag and Vampira always carries his bag to the ring. So how could she have placed it under the ring and he's been in a rage since he found it missing. Believe me there's going to be a heavy price to pay."

Andrew Fulton: "Joe Pesci's going to make sure Joanne's protected from Psychotic Goth's wrath."

Jeremy Tucker: "From that demonic maniac. He better hope he has an army of priests and Holy water and have excellent exorcism skills because she's going to need it."

Andrew Fulton: "Don't worry Pesci's got everything covered. Joanne's opening that bag of weapons and she seems to be gagging as she pulls her arm out. Did Radu Matei steal Psychotic Goth's bag and placed a bunch of insects if it elicited that type of reaction."

Jeremy Tucker: "How should I know? Dragonatrix is back to her feet and Avery joins her pounding n the mat as they urge Lynn on. Joanne opens up a can of whoop ass on Lynn before slapping Lynn repeatedly....Uh oh Lynn's eyes just got redder and it isn't from all that blood either."

Andrew Fulton: "Joanne better watch out. Lynn just delivered a wedgie and then delivers a couple of headbutts. She reaches for the bag and she smiles as she looks in the bag and it's contents. She pulls something out and....Oh god! It's a steel rod that has the heads of Joe Pesci, Paul Soutter, Chianti, Roxylishus and Joanne Canelli. That's disgusting."

Jeremy Tucker: "It gets worse since they have razor blades sticking out of them with blood streaming from the heads. No wonder he's raging like a maniac. I think he knew they were trying to steal his bag from him. Lynn smiles sadistically and she beats Joanne in the back with that weapon. She reaches into that bag again and pulls out....Ugh! I don't even want to know what that thing is."

Andrew Fulton: "I think it's a smaller version of Joe Pesci's private parts and you can be sure that he's going to be really angry at seeing Lynn use his privates on Don Canelli. Lynn's smile becomes even more sadistic as she wraps that thing around Joanne's throat and she's choking her."

Lynn Brewster: "HOW'S IT FEEL TO BE CHOKED BY JOE PESCI'S DICK AND BALLS!"

Jeremy Tucker: "I hate to ask what else is in the bag."

Andrew Fulton: "Me neither, but this reminds me of a time ....."

Jeremy Tucker: "Shut it Creepo! Lynn continues to choke and stomp away on Joanne. She whips Joanne into the ropes and she clotheslines her hard. Lynn drops a series of elbows to Joanne's chest before making the cover....One....Two....Kickout by Joanne."

Dragonatrix: "STAY ON HER LYNN!"

Avery McCullen: "DON'T LET HER OFF! BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HER!"

Andrew Fulton: "Talking about bias. Dragonatrix has always been anti Pesci and I hope she gets fired too for even touching the champion. Let's hope Avery gets fired too for being at ringside and starting a brawl."

Jeremy Tucker: "Soutter incited Linda and Avery to have that brawl. Joanne is whipped into the corner and counters with an elbow followed by a flying elbow drop from the top rope."

Andrew Fulton: "Joanne leaves the ring and looks under the apron. She smiles as she finds her favorite weapon and slides that sledgehammer into the ring before re entering. She rams the sledgehammer into Lynn's mid-section and then stats working on Lynn's leg."

Jeremy Tucker: "Looks like Joanne is doing what she does best."

Andrew Fulton: "Of course she's a Mafioso."

Joanne Canelli: "YOUR BALLS ARE NEXT AND YOU'LL BE SERVING ME DRAG QUEEN! I'LL MAKE SURE I GET TO BORROW YOU TOO LYNN TO SLAVE FOR ME TOO!"

Jeremy Tucker: "Joanne just jammed that sledgehammer into Lynn's crotch and Lynn's in pain."

Andrew Fulton: "She's going to need a real soft padded chair when this is owner."

Jeremy Tucker: "Joanne Canelli continues to work on that leg. She places Lynn's foot on the ropes and stomps on that injured leg with a vengeance."

(More Members of SWAT Amazons roster comes out t watch.)

Andrew Fulton: "Looks like Lynn needs more back up to go after Canelli."

Jeremy Tucker: "They just want to watch since their futures are on the line."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah a brighter future than under Brewster. Joanne backs Lynn into a corner and starts assaulting her with fists and kicks. Lynn counters with a series of knife edges and shoves her away."

Dragonatrix: "COME ON LYNN YOU CAN DO IT! YOU'VE BEATEN THE ODDS AND YOU CAN DO IT AGAIN!"

Avery McCullen: "GIVE HER A GOOD OLD FASHIONED ASS KICKING FOR THE AMAZONS ROSTER!"

Jeremy Tucker: "Lynn must have heard them because she just delivered a clothesline out of nowhere out of the corner. She falls to one knee due to the damage to that leg. She struggles and barely manages to get back up. She finds the barbed wire baseball bat and she rams it into Joanne's crotch."

Andrew Fulton: "I hope Pesci puts a hit on Lynn for doing that to 'The Mob Princess' Don Joanne Canelli. Lynn smashes that barbed wire baseball bat onto Joanne's leg and then does it to her arm before tossing it down and going into that disgusting bag and finds....Ugh! That's disgusting."

Jeremy Tucker: "You forget Psychotic Goth isn't exactly sane. Lynn looks a little sick but shrugs nonchalantly as if it's justb another weapon. She digs that rusty edge, of what looks like an Indian knife that must have been meant for Rajiv Khan since it has a handle that looks like a taxi cab with Rajiv's head sticking out of the window, into Joanne's head and face."

Andrew Fulton: "Lynn's trying to kill Joanne. She tosses it down and bounds into the ropes and she splashes onto Joanne and hooks the leg....One......Two....Th....No! Joanne kicks out."

Jeremy Tucker: "That was a close one."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah Joanne would have disappointed dear old dad."

("Lucky" Linda La Fey comes to ringside and starts slapping the mats to urge Lynn on.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Linda just joined in to encourage Lynn on."

Linda La Fey: "COME ON LYNN! BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF JOANNE AND SEND HER TO HELL WHERE SHE BELONGS!"

Jeremy Tucker: "Lynn whips Joanne into the ropes and she clotheslines Joanne 360. Lynn finds the barbed wire baseball bat and whacks Joanne's knee mafia style just like Canelli. Linda La Fey and Avery McCullen are still glaring at each other but seem more interested in cheering for Lynn
to win."

Linda La Fey: "COME ON LYNN! KICK HER ASS DOWN EVERY PEG TO THE BOTTOM OF THE PILE!"

Jeremy Tucker: "Looks Like Joanne's as popular as a mob debt collector or even worse Joe Pesci. Lynn stomps a mud hole into Joanne's chest and now gives her a boot wash. She chokes Joanne with her boot using the ropes or added leverage."

Andrew Fulton: "Lynn whips Joanne into the ropes and bubbaslams Joanne. She bounds into the ropes and legdrops her before going for the cover...One.....Two....Th.....No! Joanne barely gets a shoulder up."

Jeremy Tucker: "Lynn whips Joanne into the ropes again and she powerslams Joanne and makes the cover....One....Two....Thr....No! Joanne barely gets an arm up."

Dragonatrix: "STAY ON HER LYNN!"

Avery McCullen: "GIVE HER THE BEATDOWN SHE DESERVES!"

Linda La Fey: "COME ON LYNN! SHOW PESCI WHO'S BOSS!"

Andrew Fulton: "If any other Amazons come out or even come to the ring to cheer on our unesteemed and doomed GM. They should be fired and forced to slave away for not just Pesci and family but the KGB too."

Jeremy Tucker: "Does that include Michael Maddox's wife Avery McCullen."

Andrew Fulton: "That includes Avery McCullen and no exceptions. Maddox would have her run a train thru the whole fed for that belt! Lynn sets up Joanne for a suplex and despite having a bad leg she executes it perfectly. She finds the baseball bat and sticks it into Joanne's throat choking her again."

Jeremy Tucker: "Lynn sets Joanne up for a powerbomb but Joanne punches her way out and lands on her bad leg but manages to chop block Lynn's bad leg. Lynn remains standing as Joanne delivers another chop block forcing Lyn to one knee."

Andrew Fulton: "Joanne leaves the ring and looks under the apron and finds a spool of barbed wire. She returns and wraps the barbed wire around Lynn's head and face pulling back with every bit of strength she has...Yippity Yo Kai Ye! She's delivering some humiliation to Lynn by acting as if she's riding a horse. I love it. Come on punish her!"

(The ringsiders boo.)

Jeremy Tucker: "So you and Blaze Freya are over."

Andrew Fulton: "Give it a rest Jerry, I am her biggest fan, and she digs it, nothing more, it’s that simple.."

Jeremy Tucker: "So what if Blaze Freya has to face Joanne Canelli. Who would you like to win."

Andrew Fulton: "Don't you dare cause trouble between me and Blaze or I'll tell her to slap you around and beat you down."

Jeremy Tucker: "You're immature. Joanne rips that barbed wire off Joanne's face and head. She bounds into the ropes and dropkicks Lynn who still hasn't dropped to the canvas. Joanne bounds into the ropes again and slides down and delivers a European uppercut. She delivers a second and third rocking Lynn who still doesn't go down."

Andrew Fulton: "Lynn counters with a series of European uppercuts of her own. They begin to exchange lefts and rights as Lynn makes her way back to her feet. Joanne headbutts Lynn who just stares at her with that angry look on her face. She counters with a few headbutts on her own and Joanne stumbles around as Lynn grabs her by the hair and she headbutts her again sending Joanne to the canvas."

Jeremy Tucker: "The expression on Lynn's face is nothing short of murder. Believe me, ever since Joe Pesci began to undermine her authority and add Kim's actions and you can bet Lynn wants to murder someone in the ring. Lynn finds the barbed wire and she wraps the barbed wire around Joanne's face and head and she pulls back and both are spilling blood all over themselves and the ring."

Andrew Fulton: "Lynn's obviously enjoying torturing Joanne Canelli."

Jeremy Tucker: "Like Joanne wasn't enjoying the same thing with Lynn Brewster."

Andrew Fulton: "That was different since Lynn's a slave for Joe Pesci. Lynn's bending Joanne backwards and forces her to her knees. Lynn continues to spill blood as if she's going to feed it to Vampira just to revive her."

Jeremy Tucker: "Lyn wants revenge and she's getting it. Lynn returns the favor by ripping the barbed wire off Joanne's face and head and the champ's screaming in pain. Lynn spits on Joanne in disrespect before stomping on Joanne's leg and back."

Andrew Fulton: "That's not right to treat the champion like that. Lynn tears off the turnbuckle pad and smashes Joanne's head into the exposed turnbuckle. She German suplex's Joanne who lands on her head and Lynn makes the cover....One....Two....Thr.....No! Joanne gets an arm up."

Jeremy Tucker: "Lynn mounts and grounds and pounds Joanne before picking Joanne up and chokeslams her to the canvas. She makes the cover and double underhooks the leg....One....two.....Thr....No! Joanne gets an arm up."

Andrew Fulton: "Lynn's determined to rip Joanne apart and nothing's going to stop her." Lynn sets Joanne up for another powerbomb but Joanne slips out again and counters with a backstabber. Joanne makes the cover.....One...Two....Thre.....No! Lynn bridges out."

Jeremy Tucker: "This has been back and forth all the way. Joanne finds the barbed wire bat again and she whacks Lynn's back and winds up and whacks her in the chest. She drops a knee on Lynn's chest and makes the cover....One....Two....Thr....No! Lynn gets a shoulder up."

Andrew Fulton: "Joanne's getting justifiably pissed off and I don't blame her as she gets into the referee's face. The referee's not having any of it and Joanne's kicking the ropes and she's taunting Dragonatrix, who glares at her and then does the same with Avery and Linda. Dragonatrix is warning them not to fall for Joanne's taunting. That's not fair."

Jeremy Tucker: "Dragonatrix is attempting to make sure there's no interference from either side. Joanne attempts to bodyslam Lynn but her back still hurts her and combined with Lynn countering with axehandles followed by double axehandles."

Andrew Fulton: "Lynn picks up the barbed wire baseball bat and starts beating Joanne with it as Dragonatrix, Avery and Linda cheer her on. Lynn uses the barbed wire baseball bat to rake Joanne's head with it."

Jeremy Tucker: "Lynn sets up Joanne and executes The Three Amigos. She whips her in to the ropes and executes a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker and holds her tightly in an over the knee backbreaker. Telling by the way Lynn's snarling she's determined to break Joanne in half."

Andrew Fulton: "Joanne attempts to punch her way out but Lynn continues to add more pressure and is bending her in a bad way. She increases the pressure more as Joanne attempts to kick her way out and barely gets loose from that backbreaker and Joanne's holding he back in pain as she rolls around."

Jeremy Tucker: "Lynn continues to work on Joanne's back. She's definitely attempting to break her in half crippling her. The ringsiders seem to be enjoying the match."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah if she dies in the ring they'll be happy over it and Joe Pesci's suffering."

(Jade jumps out of the ringside seats and Dragonatrix sees her and charges after her tackling Jade.)

Dragonatrix: "GET OUT OF THIS ARENA NOW! YOUR MATCH IS OVER AND YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS BEING OUT HERE! NOW LEAVE!"

(Kim slides into the ring and goes after Lynn and they start brawling.)

Andrew Fulton: "Kim's still not finished with Lynn Brewster and here comes Dragonatrix, who grabs her and German suplex's Kim on her head and she rolls out of the ring with Dragonatrix following her out."

Dragonatrix: "I TOLD YOU TWO TO GET THE HELL OUT OF THE ARENA! YOUR MATCH IS OVER SO GET OUT OF THE ARENA NOW!"

Jeremy Tucker: "I have a feeling that Pesci's the one who planned and is behind all this....Oh no Lynn just left the ring and she and Kim resume their violent and ugly brawl. Dragonatrix gets between Lynn and restrains her."

Dragonatrix: "NO LYNN! I'LL HANDLE THE HIRED KILLERS AND YOU TAKE CARE OF BUSINESS IN THE RING WITH CANELLI! YOUR GM POSITION IS ON THE LINE AND YOU CAN'T AFFORD TO LOSE TO CANELLI!"

Lynn Brewster: "I'M STILL GOING TO KILL HER!"

Kim: "OH PLEASE TRY LYNN!"

Dragonatrix: "SHUT UP AND GET OUT OF HERE....NOW! LYNN JUST TAKE IT OUT ON CANELLI AND RETAIN YOUR JOB AS GM!"

Jeremy Tucker: "Looks like Lynn's taking Dragonatrix's advice and and storms back into the ring. She picks Joanne up but she counters with a low blow."

Andrew Fulton: "At least Joanne prevented a cheap victory by Lynn Brewster. Dragonatrix forces The Hired Killers from ringside but Kim's smiling evilly as if she wants to even the score with Lynn Brewster."

Dragonatrix: "MAKE SURE THEY GET THE HELL OUT OF THE ARENA AND STAY OUT OF TH ARENA!"

Jeremy Tucker: "Dragonatrix is out there to make sure nothing happens and that there's no interference....Wait she sees Marie Caedes and storms ringside.”

Jeremy Tucker: "Dragonatrix storms the ring as Marie just used the Catatonic against her own mother. She does the same to Dragonatrix who looks more stunned than unconscious as Marie tosses her out unceremoniously....Here comes Olympia who spears Marie Caedes. Everyone knows these two haven't resolved their violent feud. They roll out of the ring and start brawling."

Andrew Fulton: "Dragonatrix recovers enough to launch herself and Superman punches Marie Caedes for that Catatonic. Unfortunately Olympia also took out the referee by mistake and Joanne Canelli takes advantage by piledriving the referee and spitting on him."

(Another referee comes running out.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Here comes another referee but there's something strange about this referee."

Andrew Fulton: "A referee is a referee no matter who's wearing the stripes. Joanne struggles to get back to her feet using the ropes and climbs to the top. She flies off and connects with a knee drop to Lynn's head and makes the cover.....Wait that was a strangely rapid count and the referee raises Canelli's hand."

(The rest of the KGB and Joanne's bodyguards come out as the ringsiders boo. Dragonatrix along with Avery and Linda make sure Lynn is protected from them.)

Frank Salazar: "Your winner at 30minutes and still champion 'The Jersey Devil Diva' Don Joanne Canelli."

Jeremy Tucker: "It's a dark day in SWAT Amazons history in SWAT as now former GM Lynn Brewster is now Joe Pesci's slave. Joe Pesci's strangely absent but he's obviously somewhere....Wait!"

Andrew Fulton: "Wait for what? You just said he wasn't even here."

(Joe Pesci just ripped off the mustache and the hair piece he wore and is laughing and smiling smugly as the ringsiders boo and start throwing things at Joe Pesci and the champion along with the KGB.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Joe Pesci was the referee and he's enjoying every moment of his deception. I knew that count was too fast to be true."

Andrew Fulton: "Time's money and Joe Pesci was determined to make sure that he show moved along and ends on time. Right now our great and fearless leader is about to address the ringsiders to announce the inevitable."

(One of Joanne's bodyguards hands Joe a microphone as the ringsiders boo louder and continue to throw things at them.)

Joe Pesci: "Ok, ok ok ok. I've been wanting to say this for a long for a very long time and you better let these words sink in Brewster....YOU'RE FIRED!"

(He laughs and the ringsiders boo even more vehemently.)

Joe Pesci: "Now get the fucking hell out of my ring and prepare to slave away for me bad leg or no bad leg! I don't fucking care what condition you're in Brewster! You're going to be doing a whole lot of heavy work for me! As for you Dragonatrix since you're so loyal to Brewster and stayed with her to the end even though I wanted to hire you for my staff! YOU'RE FIRED Too! In fact, you're going to be slaving away for the SWAT Amazons Women's Champion, Don Joanne Canelli!"

“Now, for your first act as my slave Brewster, raise the arm of Don Canelli in victory.”

[Brewster stares, defiantly at Joe.]

Joe Pesci: “RAISE IT!”

[Brewster bows her head in shame, and raises the arm of Don Joanne Canelli in victory.]

Frank Salazar : Winner of the match, and STILL SWAT AMAZONS CHAMPION .... JOANNE CANELLI!!!

[Courtesy Call hits and Canelli and Pesci head to the back, arm in arm, cook a hoop as the rest of the crew stand gobsmacked still in the ring.]

[Justin]

[Jonnie Valentine]

["Objectively Beautiful" Jonnie Valentine steps back through the curtain. Ronnie the Merch Guy is waiting for him, and takes out his cigar]


Ronnie the Merch Guy: What was that wit you and Syberus, kid?


Jonnie Valentine: I don't know.


Ronnie the Merch Guy: You gotta be careful with dem handshakes, kid. You coulda hurt somebody.


Jonnie Valentine: I had no idea.


Ronnie the Merch Guy: (puts cigar back in his mouth) Oh yeah, kid. When two babyfaces shake hands like dat, it could light up da whole building if you ain't careful.


Jonnie Valentine: I could feel the electricity in my hands. Look, my arm hairs are singed!


[Syberus by backstage]


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Lemme see your arm hairs!!


Syberus: (snatches his arm away) Ew, no.

[SWAT Team]

[We switch to the KGB locker room. Soutter is there taping his fists, he is wearing an old school Reginald P Packer ‘House of Pain’ t shirt. Pesci and Joanne Canelli are celebrating her victory, and both holding champagne glasses, Joe instructing his slave Wildcat Lynn Brewster to fill them, she begrudgingly does so. Bruno is stood by the door, the 7ft Compton Colossal towering, black sunglasses on and wearing a KGB muscle top, muscles rippling. The locker room door opens and Timeless waltzes in with Roxylishus, they look like movie stars, Timeless has his Versace shirt unbuttoned and his muscles shine and glisten like a work of art, Roxylishus looks even better in a ‘I Want Candy’ boob tube.]

Timeless : Joe. We need to talk. Your nephew, Morelli. He’s a no show.

Pesci : Looking good (leers at Roxylishus) Real good.

Roxylishus : Tasty like a rain drop.

Timeless : What’s the G_O Boss?

Pesci : Well, i am sorry to say, but i have heard some terrible rumors and it’s not looking to flash.

Timeless : Where is he? We got the tag belts to go out and win.

Pesci : (sighs) Word is, and there is no easy way to say this so i will just say it, but what i heard is .... Witness Protection Program

Timeless : Witness Protection Program? I know your program, is this buried in a hole in the desert Witness Protection, or is he a god damn rat?

Pesci : No hole.

Timeless : So what about the tag title match?

Pesci : Let’s hold it over till Battleground.

Timeless : Battleground? I want Goth at Battleground!

Pesci : You got him! You don’t need the tag titles, especially with no tag partner.

Timeless : What about Morelli?

Soutter : Fuck Morelli! Out promoted Radu my ASS! Fuck his whole crew. I don’t give a fuck about them, Sissy Boy Calllllum either. Bro Code. Bar Code. Bad Code. Hoe Code. Slow Code. Bi Code! Fuck_them! This is what you do pal, when you have an issue or problem with someone, you PUT IT IN A PROMO! You don’t cry and whine backstage and lose sleep tossing and turning because someone else offended you. You sure as shit don’t scream instructions down the head set to the poor old commentators having them do your biding.

You PUT IT IN A PROMO!

Timeless : Bi Code? They go that way?

Soutter : Bi Polar.

[Soutter finishes taping his wrists and then wraps a loop around his bicep for respect for the Memorial name sakes Tanner and Packer, he beats his chest, hard, then flips over the table in a rage.]

Soutter : We got more important fish to fry than god damn Joey Morelli!

Frostbite!

[Turns attention to the camera]

This is it snowflake! This is your moment in the sun! Make sure you don’t melt. This is what you have wanted. The Big Bad Bustling Bandit! One on one. Mano a Mano. There is an old saying you know Snow Flake. Be careful what you wish for, because you might just get it, and in just a few short moments, you are going to GET IT ALL RIGHT!

All the build up. All the too’ing and fro’ing. It all comes down to this!

You are stepping in the ring with The Suit!

The Centre of Attention!

Paulie ‘Mutha Fucken’ Soutter!

I got the Skill to Thrill!

The name to entertain!

I’m loud and proud, and well endowed!

I’m about to beat the living shit out of the snow flake Frostbite and show him and the rest of SWAT exactly who the fuck i am and i like it like THAT!

[Deleted]

A Tribute to My Wife.







The Scene Opens up in the back locker room area where Michael Maddox is seen meditating . The cameras zoom in then suddenly his eyes open and you can see a faint red glow in it. Maddox smiles and the fans can be heard booing. When Suddenly there is a knock at the door. Maddox answers angrily.





"Come In"





In walks in Jennifer Enigma. Maddox has a slight smile on his face as a conversation is struck.





Michael Maddox

What brings you here Jennifer? It is not time to put my demonic makeup on yet?





Jennifer Enigma

Of course it is. But other than that I came here to talk to you.





Michael Maddox

What about?



Jennifer Enigma

I can't believe you sold out your own wife to The KGB. That is for starters. Also you turned on Calum why would you do this? Now it's going to be hard to be friends with both of you.





Michael Maddox

Ah so you are jumping on The Calum Morgan band wagon to? Eh and I guess you are hoping Radu Boot Licker retains the title. Neither of those little wet dreams of yours are going to come true.





Jennifer Enigma

Yeah your lucky I like you Mike otherwise I would bitch slap you across the face.



Michael Maddox

Your lucky I like you Jennifer otherwise I would have dropped you here like a sack of potatoes.



Jennifer Enigma

I guess we are at an impasse here than talk to me after the match.



Michael Maddox

We move on then I got shit to do anyways.



Jennifer rolls her eyes and then skips towards the door out and leaves Maddox’s locker room



Maddox mumbled under his breath.



“Women”



Maddox then started doing squats. Before speaking yet again.





Michael Maddox

How unfortunate that Calum Morgan was taken out of the equation because I wanted to beat him fair and square. That won’t happen but I will take pleasure in making Radu Matei my next victim. You See RAGU I find you quite annoying. You say the same shit over and over and over again. What the hell kind of name is Radu anyways you sound like a pasta sauce name that is sold here in america. So we will just call you Ragu Matei now. Or should we call patei. Ragu Patei. Since y’all like calling me Mark will change other peoples names to. That is not what this is about Ragu. This about the world championship of SWAT. You have held that title way to long. You bore the shit out of people with your lame attempts at promos that say the same thing and to sum it all up when you cut your so called promos it reminds me of Mike Dimters promos I am gonna kick your as because Im gonna kick your ass. I don’t know how you sleep at night knowing that you twist words around that mean the same thing. In my opinion you aren’t even championship material your about as good of a SWAT Champion as Hell’s Bouncer was in fact he might have even a bit better than you. Once I win I am going to bring Prestige back to The SWAT Championship one like RAGU hasn't seen before. I am going to be a fighting champion not one that sits on the title from pay per view to pay per view.



Ragu let me give you a little reason why I came back to SWAT. It was one two dethrone Hells Bouncer. But they chose you a nobody off the street to take it away from him. I had been here before you and then you come in and automatically get title shots. This is my first one since coming back. Yet they allow rookies to come off the street and have a one hit wonder and be championship material. I never heard of you till you came to SWAT management must have a real high opinion of shit making you champion. Ragu is nothing more than a coward and will prove that he cannot win a match without the help of management he ain’t fooling no one we know hes on the SWAT Management Kiss My Ass Club. Hell I am going to win this match for my wife Avery who maybe mad now but in the end will be happy and we will go dancing into the sunset getting drunk having plenty of crazy rough sex before i Come beack next week Defend the title like a fighting champion is supposed to and not bitch about who they get to face or don’t face.



Ragu this match has been written in the history books for a long time and now it is coming into fruition. You will know that I am far more superior than you. When I am done with you wont even be worthy enough to lace up my boots. Instead you will kiss my feet and lick the bottoms of my boots. You want to play managements pet we will start to teach you everything that you need to know about being the managements pet. I got you where I want you. You think your petty words will keep you champion. Even if I somehow fail I will get you back. I will destroy you and will make management life a living hell. Me and the KGB will make your life hell. So pucker up and kiss The SWAT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP goodbye and you can welcome yourself into the hall of bootlickers because when I am done with you Ragu that is all that will be left of you. You will be nothing more than a boot licker and at best janitor in the back to make ends meet. So do yourself a favor just walk in the ring and hand me the title you stupid idiot your shit stinks. Don’t go crying to management because I tell the truth. You fucking pussy ass bitch.



Maddox uses the Facelift on The Camera man as the cameras slowly fade to black.

[Jonnie Valentine]

[Neon graphics display the logo 1-900-NEW-STYLE!]


Announcer: Let's face it fans, the wrestling business never sleeps, and it's a 24 hour business. And you have to stay in the know. How do all the wrestling insiders keep up on the latest news, rumors, and innuendo? They call The New Stylistics hotline! Now you can too! Just dial 1-900-NEW-STYLE!


[Cut to a shot of "Mr Dropkick" Jonnie Valentine, Syberus, and Kilroy Evans manning old 1980's phones at a phone bank desk]


Announcer: Call every day to find out the latest in rumors from the WWE, SWAT, and Kilroy's favorite canning techniques.


"Mr Dropkick" Jonnie Valentine: (press card in his hat, talking to a caller on the phone) I got quite the scoop for ya here. Just between you, me, and the apple tree, the WWE men's and women's champions are having sex! That hasn't happened since Bob Backlund and Moolah!


Syberus: (talking to caller on the phone) ...when I'm tired, it's called knackered. And when I push a baby stroller, I call it a pram.


Kilroy Evans: (talking to caller on the phone) And I like to warm my jars before transferring the jam in there...no, wait, this is too much. I can't give all this away. Forget what you heard. Forget it!


Ronnie the Merch Guy: (grabs the phone out of Kilroy's hand) Lemme tell ya, if you don't forget all that fruit canning information my associate just gave you it could be real bad for you, lady.


Kilroy Evans: (pulls the phone back from Ronnie) Jeez, apply a little Old Spice before you get that close again.


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Kid, in my day, we just called it Spice.


Announcer: That's 5 dollars the first minute. 99 cents each additional minute. You can't afford not to call! Kids get your parents permission before calling.


Ronnie the Merch Guy: No refunds.

[SWAT Team]

[Backstage.]



[Rebecca Starr – a paramedic with SWAT’s medical team – leans over the world heavyweight champion. Radu Matei lies back on a gurney, various tubes running into his arm, an oxygen mask over his rough mug. His skin is a shade of pasty yellow that looks sickly even by the Romanian’s standards. Matei is running a dangerously high fever, if the monitors are anything to go by. Hopefully the athletic commissioner has left the building, because there is no way he would pass a physical. As Matei’s organs liquefy, Starr jabs him with another needle, while trying to put a positive spin on things.]



Rebecca Starr <wrapping a band around his arm>: We don’t usually see you in this shape until after the matches, champ...



Radu Matei <slightly delirious on scorpion venom>: You... should see the other guy.



Rebecca Starr <pleasant smile>: I’m sure. <trying to keep him talking> So what is that 194 about?



Radu Matei <loopy>: Oh... in my last fed... I put a diabetic in a coma by force feeding him... 200 twinkies. Only... that’s a lie. Sorry. It wasn’t 200. I only shoved 194 of them down his mouth before old Pear slipped away. So... it’s a message. He’s awake... and looking for payback.



Rebecca Starr <shakes head chalking this disgusting confession up as an angle>: I don’t think I could eat more than three twinkies without getting sick.



Radu Matei <wide eyed>: I know... <tired smile> he must be pretty pissed.



Oxanna Willie: What’s going on here?



[Worried that his doped up friend might be saying more than he plans too, Oxanna Willie approaches the makeshift medical bay.]



Rebecca Starr <attaching another IV>: We’re doing all we can here, but I don’t see how Radu can be cleared to wrestle in his current state.



Radu Matei <trying to get up in a huff, but physically incapable of it>: For Tim and Packer, I will defend this belt if it kills... me! Everyone else can quit... I’m not quitting.



Rebecca Starr: Do you have any idea what stung him?



Oxanna Willie: It was a scorpion, and even though Mr. Entomology here definitely knows what kind, he’s pleading ignorance on the subject.



Radu Matei <shrugs, heavily doped>: I don’t even like bugs...



Oxanna Willie <giving Matei a cold look>: I’m guessing the answer might race him to a proper hospital.



Roxylishus : Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.



[Entering frame, Roxy takes time to spit on Matei, happily remembering her own trip to ER thanks to the champ. That’s just karma. Oxanna Willie looks ready to cut the reality tv stars eyes out, when Rebecca Starr stands between the two.]



Rebecca Starr: Do you mind we’re trying to-

Roxylishus : If you’ve stabilized that stiff, we got another one for you.



[Concerned, Starr checks on Matei’s monitors for a second, before following Roxylishus. Not easily tricked, Oxanna stays behind to guard the champion. The camera follows after Roxylishus and Starr as they make their way to the end of the hall, entering the dinning area...]



Rebecca Starr: What is the emerge---



[As the doors swing open, Starr comes face to face with Calllum Morgan. This recognition is short lived, as Michael Maddox catches his former tag parner in the back with a chair!]



*MASSIVE BOO’S CAN BE HEARD FROM THE ARENA WATCHING THIS ON TRON*



[Morgan hits the concrete hard, as Maddox continues to go to work. Soon the rest of the KGB join them, with Timeless smacking away with a chair of his own, while Pesci and Soutter watch on approvingly.]



Pesci: BLACKMAIL ME, WILL YOU?



[Morgan is out cold, but the chair shots keep coming, brutally stiffing him against the cold concrete floor. Even Roxy is starting to flinch at the sheer ferocity of the assault. As Soutter clears his throat, Timeless and Maddox managed to pull themselves off this savage attack. Wandering forwards, Soutter lifts up the unconscious Morgan and...]



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



[...And drives him head first into the concrete with a Soutter Special.]



Pesci <laughing>: That’s great Paul! <putting a hand on Soutter’s shoulder> But you don’t want to break a sweat before Frostbite.



Soutter: I’m not planning to breaking one with him, so I might as well do it sometime.



[Reaching down Maddox takes Morgan, and puts him in the Freak Tamer.]



Pesci <pointing at Maddox ruthlessly working the back of the unconscious man>: Now THAT’S THAT KGB SPIRIT, RIGHT THERE!



[The KGB start to leave, Maddox finally releasing the hold to join them.]



Pesci: Consider that your pink slip!



[As the KGB leave Callum Morgan behind, Roxylishus puts a hand on Rebecca Starr’s shoulder.]



Roxy: Good luck with this one.



[As Starr turns to tend to Morgan, the camera follows the KGB into the hallway.]



Pesci: Looks like the world title is going to be defended in a singles match after all...



[The entourage get a look at Radu Matei struggling to breathe. Oxanna is there with a baseball bat, so they don’t try shit... but they don’t need to.]



Soutter <hoarse laugh>: Singles match? We should just hand the strap to Maddox. That bug has nothing in him.



Pesci: I hope we have enough paramedics to cover Frostbite...



[Laughing the KGB continue their tour. The message is clear. Radu isn’t worth their time. The camera stays with the stretcher laden champ.]



Oxanna Willie: You let those two punks wail on each other, and sneak up on one... I can buy that. One on one? I got scratch’n’wins with better odds. It ain’t worth it Rad.



[Flatline.]



[That got Oxanna’s attention.]



[The world champion rips the cords out of his arm. With all his strength, Matei manages to shift his weight to sit upright.]



Radu Matei: Lose... that’s what the champion does. It’s a cycle, Ox.

As much as I hate Bouncer, you win the belt, you drop the belt. I might be better than him on every other front, but on our finish? That’s the same.

<looks like he’s going to faint> I’m not going to forfeit. I put a lot into making this belt valuable again... part of that value is having the next guy WIN it. So if Maddox wants this... it might be his night... BUT I’m not going down to backstage politics or sneak attacks. I’ll die in the ring, but I’ll do right by this strap.



If Morgan ain’t part of this match, then I’ll just have to give Maddox a fat lip for him... work a little harder to let the fans know this belt represents the best this company has to offer.



I don’t have much left... but what I do have... that belongs to the ring.



So I will defend this belt no matter what... there is only one thing standing in my way.



Oxanna Willie <looking disappointed and worried for his friend>: What’s that Rad?



Radu Matei <not feeling his legs>: ...Figuring out how to get off this fucking gurney.



[Yeah, Matei is dying in the ring tonight.]



[Fade out.]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Well the next match is between two of the SWAT Titans.

Andrew Fulton: When did Frostbite become a SWAT Titan?

Jeremy Tucker: Are you saying he's not one of the better wrestlers SWAT has?

Andrew Fulton: Please. I’m pretty certain our former GM signed him to SWAT.

Jeremy Tucker: Um…..try again. He was signed after Pesci came back.

Andrew Fulton: And proceeded to be a thorn in his side ever since! Anyway it's time to see them face off.

Frank Salazar: The following contest if one fall! First weighing in at two hundred, twenty pounds from Boulder, Colorado ...this is Frostbite!

We see lotus flying on the SWATtron for a few seconds as more and more join in, until day turns to night as the image fades out, and the next image you see is tanks firing in the air, and right after that image we see soldiers walking in unison and that image fades out and another of a huge nuclear explosion as you see nothing but ashes and dust of a city. The lights in the arena go completely dark for a few seconds as it comes back up a blue light is seen up the show of the steps as someone is standing up there wearing a gray hoodie with their head down. As they slowly pick up their head, we can see an intense look in their blue eyes, we see that it is Frostbite. He takes a walk down the steps as fans reached out to touch his hands or his broad shoulders. As he stops midway looking into the crowd as he nods his head as the crowd chants his name. He gets to the bottom of the step, he climbs over the barricade. He quickly takes off his hoodie and hands it over to some fan at ringside. He climbs in the ring and waits for his opponent.

Frank Salazar: And his opponent ...weighing in at 368 pounds from Melbourne, Australia ...The Big Bad Bustling Bandit ... Mad Dog Paulie MUTHA FUCKIN SOUTTER!!!!!

[Peel Their Caps Back - Ice T blares thru the arena and the Bandit Mobile makes its way down thru the ramp way. Soutter and Bruno standing in the back. It drives down to ringside and they make their way into the ring.]

The bell sounds, and the crowd is on its feet. This encounter has been anticipated for a while now and it's finally about to commence. Frostbite and Soutter haven't taken their eyes off one another, both staring daggers into each other. They then both charge forward and begin laying into one another with vicious right hands. Soutter has the weight advantage and begins to back Frostbite to the ropes. Frostbite ducks under Soutter’s eighth (or is it ninth) right hand though, and when Soutter turns is able to hit a standing heel kick.

The crowd cheers loudly as Frostbite then tries to take Soutter down with a belly to belly suplex but Soutter manages to block it. Frostbite pushes Soutter into the ropes and hits an impressive DDT. The force sends Frostbite under the bottom rope to the floor somehow, and Soutter follows Frostbite. Soutter goes over to the timekeeper’s table and picks up a steel chair, then turns back to Frostbite, rage in his eyes. Soutter goes to take Frostbite’s head off, but Frostbite ducks, and then as Soutter turns around, Frostbite goes for a drop kick but Soutter pulls up and Frostbite drops to the arena floor.

Soutter waits and charges forward to hit Frostbite with a stiff looking flying knee to the chest. Soutter gets up and poses for the crowd that is booing him while Frostbite is holding his chest, trying to catch his breath.

Jeremy Tucker: Jesus! These two are tearing into each other!

Andrew Fulton : Frostbite claimed Suit was afraid to face him one on one, it doesn’t look like that now!

The referee seems to remember he’s not there just for his looks and starts to count to ten. He reaches five and Soutter rolls in. Frostbite is slowly getting to the ring but before the referee can get to seven, Soutter is pulling Frostbite in. Soutter grabs a handful of hair and pulls Frostbite up, and goes to Irish whip him into the steel steps. However Frostbite manages to reverse it though, but Soutter is able to stop before he connects with the corner that Frostbite was hoping to send him into. Soutter turns his head to see Frostbite charging at him, and steps to the side at the last minute, grabbing Frostbite by the shoulder and ramming it into the ring post.

Soutter sees the chair he had picked up earlier just on the outside so as the referee is busy checking on Frostbite Soutter grabs the chair and when the referee gets out of the way he charges at Frostbite, ramming the chair into his ribs. The referee starts to say something to Soutter, but decides to keep the thought to himself as Soutter throws the chair back outside the ring. Soutter pulls Frostbite to his feet and sends him into the ropes and catches Frostbite with a belly to back suplex!

Andrew Fulton: And you were saying about Frostbite?

Jeremy Tucker: It's still early.

Soutter is grandstanding for the crowd, which is booing him, and takes his attention off Frostbite. He turns back to his opponent, and catches a shoulder to the midsection! Frostbite is now on top of Soutter and is throwing right and left hands. It doesn’t last long as the weight difference quickly becomes an issue ...as in the hundred or so pounds Soutter has on Frostbite. Soutter throws Frostbite off and gets up, and hits a stiff knee lift on Frostbite, sending him crashing back first back outside the ring.

The crowd is booing as Soutter distracts the referee as Bruno gets hold of a baseball bat covered in razor wire and he shoves the bat into Frostbite’s face, raking it back and forth. Soutter is done with the referee as Bruno rolls Frostbite back into the ring. The referee is looking at Bruno, who is playing completely innocent but the damage is done as Frostbite is now busted open.

Soutter goes and backs Frostbite up and hits a backbreaker on Frostbite. Frostbite is rolling around and Soutter picks up the bat that Bruno slid into the ring. This time however the referee isn't buying the innocent act and wrenches the bat away from Soutter.

This is time Frostbite needs to regain his senses, and when the referee moves he charges Soutter and backs him into the corner. He sees the chair at the same moment Bruno, who’s on the outside, sees it as well. But Frostbite’s weight is on his side as he’s quicker on his feet than the big guy. The referee decides to yell at Bruno while Frostbite takes the chair to Soutter.

Andrew Fulton: Oh come on! Frostbite should be disqualified for that!

Jeremy Tucker: So you’re saying it was perfectly fine when Soutter was using the bat?

Andrew Fulton: Yes!

Jeremy Tucker: On what grounds?

Andrew Fulton: That he is KGB and they should win.

Jeremy Tucker: ……..

The referee finishes his lecture on Bruno and Frostbite throws the chair out of the ring before the referee catches him with it. Soutter is moving a bit slower ...well slower for him. Frostbite is on the other side of the ring and is waiting and charges, hitting Soutter with a dropkick that sends Soutter back to the corner. Frostbite gets on Soutter and gets a punch in before Soutter thrusts Frostbite off him and not just across the ring, but out of it! Soutter follows, staying in the ring, and looks down at Frostbite, who landed on his back. The referee is backing Soutter up, and Soutter is raising his hands as if he’s completely innocent. Well he would be ...except Bruno is grabbing Frostbite and sliding Frostbite back into the ring.

The referee sees Frostbite back in the ring and Bruno looking completely innocent as if he is just as amazed as the referee that Frostbite was up so fast. The referee gets out of the way and Soutter looks down at Frostbite, who is still trying to catch his breath ...and hits him with a guillotine drop, landing solidly (quite literally) across the throat. The crowd boos as Soutter goes for a sloppy cover…

1…..

Kickout!

Jeremy Tucker: I hope Frostbite doesn't have any cracked ribs.

Andrew Fulton: What in the world does that mean? It was across the trachea, not the ribs.

Soutter gets up and picks Frostbite up. He bends Frostbite down in a double underhook, and hits a stiff knee to the chest. He then hits another, and another then lets Frostbite drop to the canvas. Soutter goes for a cover…

1…….

2..

Kickout!

Soutter gets up and starts arguing with the referee. Meanwhile Frostbite is looking up at the rafters, the blood from his head forming a small puddle around it. Frostbite manages to sit up though, and when Soutter turns back around he grabs Soutter. He hits several forearms to the chest and then backs up and charges forward, looking to hit a violent flying knee to the face. But Soutter sees it coming and manages to roll away from the corner and Frostbite delivers a knee to the ringpost. A near sickening crack is heard and Frostbite drops to the mat, holding the right knee. Soutter grabs Frostbite by the head and suplexes him and lands it with a solid sound.

But Soutter doesn’t go for the cover this time, instead he stands up and starts posing to the crowd, who are booing him. Soutter then leans down to talk to Bruno as Frostbite is trying to catch his breath while holding the knee.

Soutter goes to deliver a knee drop to the abdomen of Frostbite but Frostbite is able to roll out of the way and Soutter drives his knee, with his weight behind it, into solid mat and he can be heard letting out an expletive and he is holding his knee now.

Jeremy Tucker: Well the odds are a bit more even now.

Andrew Fulton: What do you mean? They’ve always been even.

Jeremy Tucker: How…..What…..

Jerry gives up talking as Frostbite is in one corner catching his breath and Soutter in another trying to shake the pain out of the knee. Frostbite sees this as his chance and he charges clear across the ring at Soutter and hits a splash on Soutter, which does knock some of the wind out of Soutter, but not enough. As Frostbite goes to grab Soutter’s arm it is Soutter who grabs Frostbite and he slams Frostbite’s head into the turnbuckle. Frostbite is dazed and Soutter hits a knee to knock the wind out of Frostbite. He then walks around the ring ...and charges the corner hitting Frostbite with a splash of his own! He backs up and Frostbite drops to the canvas. Soutter goes to pull Frostbite up, but he’s dead weight. Soutter heaves with all his strength and gets Frostbite to sit up. Soutter then picks him up and puts him up in a fireman’s carry. He then begins to walk around the ring with Frostbite, and then he throws Frostbite face first into the turnbuckle. The crowd is booing as Soutter then picks Frostbite up again, and drops him again, and then Soutter makes a cover…

1…….

2…..

Kickout!

It's hard to tell who is more shocked, Soutter or the crowd, as the referee tells Soutter it was only a two count. Soutter pounds his fist on the mat in frustration, and then gets to his feet.

He grabs Frostbite’s legs and tries to turn him over for him to line Frostbite up for a powerbomb. Frostbite tries to fight it, but Soutter is eventually able to turn Frostbite over. The crowd goes wild and begins to tap at Frostbite, as he screams NO and Frostbite is hoping to find the ropes close to him. He starts to inch his way closer. He gets closer…..closer…..closer ...reaches out and is able to get to the ropes!!

The crowd cheers loudly as the referee tells Soutter to break the hold. Soutter won’t budge though, and the referee then makes Soutter release the hold, unhooking Soutter’s arms. Soutter then shouts at the referee but the referee tells him it's going to be fair. Soutter then eyes the steel chair and motions for Bruno to get it. Bruno does and he slides it into the ring, and Soutter goes over and picks it up. He turns back, seeing Frostbite struggling to get to his knees. Soutter then charges, he’s going to smash the chair into Frostbite’s head! Frostbite moves out of the way though and gets a drop toe hold on Soutter, sending him into the middle rope! Frostbite gets to his feet, grabbing the steel chair Soutter had, and as Soutter gets to his feet, Frostbite cracks the chair over Soutter’s head! The crowd cheers loudly as Soutter falls to one knee, blood dripping from his chin.

Jeremy Tucker: Dear God what a shot!

Andrew Fulton: I can’t believe Frostbite got away with using a weapon.

Jeremy Tucker: You mean the weapon that Soutter had intended to use?

Andrew Fulton: Frostbite is the one holding the chair.

Frostbite then stands back up, and smashes the chair into Soutter’s back. Frostbite then does it again, and again, and again. Shot after shot, beating Soutter relentlessly. Frostbite finally stops after who knows how many chair shots, it seems like at least 15 times. Frostbite throws the chair aside and turns Soutter over for the pin…

1…….



2…..

Kickout!

Frostbite looks at the referee in disbelief. Frostbite then gets to his feet and pulls Soutter into a double underhook. The crowd erupts in cheers as Frostbite hits a violent neckbreaker.

Jeremy Tucker: This is getting intense. It needs to happen now or these two might kill each other.

Frostbite covers Soutter…

1…….







2…










Kickout!

Frostbite looks at the referee shocked. Suddenly though Frostbite springs off the middle rope and using all his weight behind him, he knocks over Soutter who was just rising to his knees. Soutter is back down but Frostbite pulls him up. He’s trying to get him to wear him down, and Frostbite pulls Soutter up and drops him, throat first, across the top ropes.

Jeremy Tucker: Wind chill factor! Frostbite is going for the kill here.

Andrew Fulton: Don't be so sure.

Frostbite is looking at Soutter, who seems to be totally out of it. Frostbite then goes for a springboard code breaker…..but Soutter moves out of the way! He wasn't as out of it as Frostbite thought he was. Soutter grabs Frostbite, who is smarting after the miss, and hits him with a powerslam.

Frostbite drops and Soutter shakes away the cobwebs. He pulls Frostbite up ...and throws him over the top rope. Bruno stays away and the referee starts to ask Soutter what is going on. But Frostbite reaches deep inside and manages to get to the ring apron and crawls in. The referee sees Frostbite and steps back. Soutter watches Frostbite and then goes to hit a knee to the stomach but Frostbite is a tenth of a second faster and he grabs Soutter’s knee and hits an elbow to the back of it, and Soutter is down. Frostbite goes to the top turnbuckle and is looking to land his full weight on Soutter’s stomach. He does so, and Soutter has the wind knocked out of him.

Frostbite looks to set up his Wind Chill Factor again when suddenly a man appears out of the crowd and yells for Frostbite. Frostbite turns but the man is wearing a hoodie and we can’t see his face.

Meanwhile Bruno has decided he needs to intervene and goes over to Soutter. The referee sees him and starts to tell Bruno to step back, and while he’s doing that the man in the hoodie has jumped over the guardrail. Frostbite frowns and looks to Soutter, who is holding onto the ropes but is getting up as the referee is still telling Bruno (who isn't getting back) to back off or Soutter will be disqualified.

Meanwhile the man in the hoodie watches as Frostbite backs up into the ropes to charge at Soutter, but suddenly Frostbite lands face first on the mat! The man had grabbed an ankle to slow Frostbite down. Frostbite turns around to ask what the hell when the man jumps up on the edge and when Frostbite is an arm’s length away…..

Hits Frostbite with a pair of brass knuckles he pulled out of his pocket. Frostbite goes down like a rock and the man drops down and is by the guardrail and he turns to watch. As he does so he pushes the hoodie back….

And its Timeless Alex Turner!

Jeremy Tucker: What the hell? I thought Soutter wanted to do this alone?

Andrew Fulton: What? You expected one of Frostbite’s buddies?

Jeremy Tucker : SOUTTER SPECIAL!!!! Suit just nailed Frostbite with the Soutter Special!!! (Rikishi Driver) Covers .....

1…….

2…….

3!!![

Frank Salazar: Your winner…..the Mad Dog Paul Soutter!

Soutter raises his arms as Timeless slides in the ring as well, unzipping his hoodie to reveal his KGB shirt underneath. Both men look down at Frostbite but decide to leave Frostbite where he’s at. They both get out of the ring, celebrating as they go up the ramp. Ice T’s Peel Their Caps Back blaring.

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Well folks, its been a hell of a night, one I think that Packer and Tanner would be proud of... but its time for our main event. Much like our Night of Champions showcase, it seems like owner Joe Pesci has once again put his personal interests ahead of the quality of the program.

Andrew Fulton: I don't follow you, Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker: This is a TRIBUTE show to two of our fallen friends, but rather than putting the best wrestling product forwards, Pesci had one of our three participants injured out of the match, leaving his KGB pal Mike Maddox with an easy ride against a world champion that frankly looks like roadkill.

Andrew Fulton: Oh yeah. That. Well with Brewster as his slave, and no one to say otherwise, I find Mr. Pesci's booking to be the best in the history of SWAT.

Jeremy Tucker: God you suck.

[The camera cuts from the bickering announcers to Frank Salazar in the ring.]

Frank Salazar: Ladies and gentlemen... THIS... IS YOUR MAIN EVENT!!!!!!!!!!

*HUGE POP*

Frank Salazar: IT HAS A ONE HOUR TIME LIMIT, IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL... AND IS FOR THE SWAT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!!!!!

*TITLE MATCH POP*

Frank Salazar: Entering the ring at this time... the challenger...

*MONSTER BOOS*

Frank Salazar: ...Introducing first hailing from Miami, FL at 6'6 and weighing in at 244 pounds.

Here is Mike Maddox!!!!



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

Jeremy Tucker: Even by his normal standards, Maddox is confident this evening.

Andrew Fulton: He threw his wife and best friend under the bus just for this opportunity, this is Maddox's night! And who could blame him? He has the full support of the KGB!



["Peel Their Caps Back" by Ice T starts to pump over the PA system, as Paul Soutter pulls back the curtains. As much they might appreciate Roxy's appearance, there isn't a quiet throat in the arena, as they boo their heads off at the appearance of the KGB. Soutter comes out first, nursing a few wounds from his Frostbite match. Behind him is Timeless and Roxylishus, modelling Mike Maddox T-shirts in support of their stablemate's opportunity. Joanne Canelli follows slowly after, soaking in the boos. The boos seem to intensify, not for the appearance of Pesci, but the fact that he is FORCING Lynn Brewster to limp out with him. Clearly in need of medical help after her match, the former general manager and now slave limps next to Pesci as he struts down the aisle.]

Andrew Fulton: Speak of the devil!

Jeremy Tucker: The KGB out here in full force to support Maddox, and Pesci even forcing Brewster to accompany him. Hasn't the poor woman been through enough this evening?

[The house lights fade, leaving the arena in darkness.]

#SHAKE IT... like a ladder to the sun#



[Yeah Yeah Yeahs' ZERO starts to pump over the PA system.]

#Makes me feel like a madman on the run#

[The tron starts to show footage of the world champion's recent defences. Black and white. The amount of blood loss makes it look like an old horror film, but it does the trick working the crowd up into a frenzy.]

#find me never, never far gone...#
#So get your leather, leather...#
#LEATHER ON on on on...#

[The footage then cuts to the backstage, just as the champion throws a powder blue leather jacket over his vintage '86 DOA "To Hell and back" tee. Not the best wrestling attire, but its a better look than the mass of bandages that give him a Mummy vibe. As the music hits his cue, he starts pushing forwards towards the curtains.]

Frank Salazar: ...and the champion... standing at 6'2", weighing in at 240lbs, he comes to us from Sibiu, Romania... please put your hands together for...

RADU MATEI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*SURPRISINGLY POSITIVE POP*

#You're a zerooooooooooooooOOOOOOoo#
#What's your name?#
#No one's gonna ask you#
#Better find out where they want you to GOOOOOOOooooooooo#
#Try and hit the spot#
#Get to know it in the dark#

[Purple spotlights search through the crowd, building a sense of anticipation. The audience cheer for the next participant, as repulsive as he is, he's oddly compelling. The erratic movement of the lights start to circle closer together before eventually, the perfect circles of light connect into the body of a large centipede. The visual representation of the insect stalks over the crowd, before racing towards the entranceway. Hitting the black curtains, the purple lights seem to double up, and fold into themselves.]

#Get to know it whether you're a crime, crime, crime of love#
#Can you climb, climb#
#climb hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigher?#

[Bandaged hands swatting aside the curtain, the five-time SWAT Dixieland champion pushes his way out into the arena. Matei is still wrapped up like a Mummy from his Frostbite defence, with heavy bandages all over his arms and face. What skin isn't burnt, is sweating profusely from the scorpion venom. Clenching his fists, Radu Matei starts to slowly stalk down the aisle in sync with the music. Its a weak stride. Oxanna Willie follows ten feet behind, trying to avoid the champion's spotlight while being close enough to protect him. The audience approval seems to make the champion uncomfortable, though he could also be suffering from bruised ribs.]

#Shake it like a ladder to the sun#
#Makes me feel like a madman on the run#
#Know you're never, never far gone#
#So get your leather, leather, leather on-on-on-on-on#

[Are they trying to tear him apart like a burning effigy? No. These extended arms are looking for high fives. Taken aback, the Beast of Dixie extends a hand to apprehensively slap one, then another. This is new. Getting into the spirit of it, Radu leans closer to the railings on his travels back and forth, slapping more hands on his way down the aisle.]

#You're a zerooooooooooooo#
#What's your name?#
#No one's gonna ask you#
#Better find out where they want you to goooooooooooooooooooooo#
#Try and hit the spot#
#Get to know it in the dark#
#Get to know it whether you're a crime, crime, crime of loooooooooooooooooove#
#Can you climb, climb, climb hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigher?#

[Arriving at ringside, the champion lifts the ring curtain to check on his bag of tricks. Nothing has escaped. Probably for the best. Leaving the sack next to the ring steps, Matei slowly ascends to the ring. Getting into the middle of the ring, he still seems uncomfortable, but throws a heavily bandaged arm up in the air to a massive pop from the crowd. The Deathless has arrived.]

Jeremy Tucker: You have to wonder how the champion is standing after everything that has happened over the last we---MADDOX FROM BEHIND!

DING!
DING!!DING!!!!!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton: There's the bell, and Maddox wasting no time to bury some knees in the back of Radu. He's waited long enough for that title!

Jeremy Tucker: Challenger attacking before the bell, Maddox has developed a real mean streak. Kicking away at Matei's leg to get The Beast of Dixie down to his knees, KNEE TO THE FACE takes Radu down, and now stomping a hole in the man!

Andrew Fulton: Matei looks ready to faint as it is, forcing him down to the mat is just Maddox doing him a favour!

Jeremy Tucker: Kneeling on the throat - come on Ref! Kip Katt giving Maddox a five count - and Mike lets it go at 4. AND AGAIN! 1 - 2 - 3 - 4!  Breaks it! Maddox keeping Matei winded! Seeing him cheating like this, I don't even recognize Maddox right now.

Andrew Fulton: Comes with the territory when you want to be a Kross Global Bandit! Now stomping a hole in the bug. We've seen Maddox going to a very dark place this season, it will be nice to see him emerge with some gold! Matei can barely defend himself against those kicks, this is not going to go the hour.

Jeremy Tucker: Another knee to the face takes the fight out of the champ, who looks out of it. Maddox now positioning him for a piledriver-----

*POP*

Jeremy Tucker: Matei somehow managing to yank the legs out from under Maddox, double leg takedown, and mounting the challenger with some lefts and rights! Crowd is on fire, but those punches seem to be hurting Matei more than his opponent!

Andrew Fulton: Well Frostbite did roast those knuckles with liquid nitrogen at Mass Effect, it is going to take awhile for those injuries to heal.

Jeremy Tucker: I don't think Frostbite realize at the time that that attack was going to help the KGB! Matei adapting, clubbing down with his fist instead of knuckles - but the pain is real, and they are a lot slower than usual.

Andrew Fulton: You can't afford to be at less than one hundred percent with Maddox - Mike showing his superior technical skills by hooking that arm, bucking Matei, and rolling it over into - CROSS ARMBREAKER!!!

Jeremy Tucker: We have seen a lot of people trying submission holds on Matei since his title reign began, he always manages to tough it out.

Andrew Fulton: That was Radu Matei, not the bandaged mass of raw nerves formerly known as Radu Matei.

Jeremy Tucker: Matei trying to muscle out of the hold, but Maddox using a fistful of the champion's bandages to apply more pressure! Maddox is willing to snap Matei's arm if needed!

Andrew Fulton: Given what Maddox did to his marriage for the strap, I don't think Matei's limbs are high on his priority list.

Jeremy Tucker: Matei Digging in, and managing to force Maddox's shoulders to the canvas!











ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!












TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton: Maddox letting go of the cross armbreaker to break the pin. Matei retreating, rubbing his arm trying to find feeling. Not sure why he'd want to do that. The only feeling that arm knows is pain.

Jeremy Tucker: Maddox quickly up - Matei goes for a forearm smash - but Maddox rolls under. Drop toehold sends Matei face first into the canvas, and Maddox transitions into a leglock. The champ has been nursing some sprained hamstring since his Lucky Linda defence, Maddox has done his homework.

Andrew Fulton: That's the great thing about Radu, you can target any part of his body, and it looks like you're working a previous injury.

Jeremy Tucker: Matei is quick to get to the ropes... Kit Kapp administering a five count for the break, and again, Maddox taking his sweet time releasing it.

Andrew Fulton: Piece by piece, Maddox is systematically taking Matei apart. Maddox can just lean back in a submission hold, Matei might not quit, but the longer this match goes, the further that poison ravages his system.

Jeremy Tucker: Maddox going for The Friends With Benefits - but Matei still has the presence of mind to shoulder tackle him into the corner.

Andrew Fulton: Just fighting the inevitable - we have already seen one title change hands tonight with Suzi Spitz. I would put smart money on another one.

Jeremy Tucker: Matei using all his strength to fire Maddox off - Irish whip into the opposite corner - and the champion comes lumbering after with an avalanche!!! ---but Maddox manages to side step it. Radu going bruised ribs first into that turnbuckle, and coughing up some blood for his troubles. Maddox now charging in with a jumping knee--- but Matei falling through the ropes avoids it. Maddox hit that knee hard and----


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*BIG POP*

Jeremy Tucker: Matei pulling Maddox into the ropes----

Andrew Fulton: NO!!!

Jeremy Tucker: CENTIPEDE LOCK!!! CENTIPEDE LOCK!!!!!! THIS PLACE IS ELECTRIC!!!

Andrew Fulton: WHERE'S THE DAMN FIVE COUNT!

Jeremy Tucker: Kip Katt asking for the submission, and now starting to administer a five count for the rope break... 1... 2...

Andrew Fulton: This is the slowest count ever! Hang on Maddox!!!






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#TWACK#





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#TWAAAAACK#

Jeremy Tucker: Radu Matei being attacked on the outside with a chair---

#TWAAAAAAAAAAACK#

Andrew Fulton: Third chair strike makes him break the hold, but is that?

Jeremy Tucker: I'm not acknowledging it.

Andrew Fulton: It looks like Zombie Adrian Tanner.



[...]


*CHEAP HEAT BURN THIS FUCKING HOUSE DOWN JEERS*

*LIKE SERIOUSLY WHO OKAY'D THAT, LETS RIOT BOOS!*

[Letting go of the Centipede Lock, Radu Matei lands awkwardly on the apron, while Maddox falls inside the ring. Having run in through the audience, Zombie Adrian Tanner throws the steel chair at Oxanna Willie to give himself a head start, disappearing back into the crowd. A visibly hurt Matei yells at Oxanna to go after him. Oxanna Willie gives the KGB a look, like he doesn't feel like leaving Radu alone with a small army of super villains. For their part, the KGB don't look like they were expecting this run-in. Even Soutter looks extremely pissed off at the appearance of the extremely disrespectful gimmick. The Bandit doesn't know who is dressed that way, but as soon as this show is finished, he will fucking end them. Grimacing through the pain, Radu repeats his request. Not wanting to lose the assailant in the crowd, Oxanna Willie gives chase.]

Jeremy Tucker: The former SWAT NorthEast wrestler, who's gimmick was inappropriate fifteen years ago let alone now, just came out of the crowd, assaulted the world champion and ran off. Matei's bodyguard, Oxanna Willie seems to be giving chase.

Andrew Fulton: The KGB don't look too impressed at that either and----

DING! DING!! DING!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton: No... wait.

Frank Salazar: The winner of this match....................... as the result of a disqualification...



R A D UM A T E I ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !



*POP FOR RADU WINNING*



*MIXED REACTION FOR SCREW JOB FINISH*


Andrew Fulton: What the hell!

Jeremy Tucker: The champion was attacked by an outside wrestler in obvious sight of the referee, that is a disqualification.

Andrew Fulton: He can't screw Maddox that way! Maddox arguing with the referee that he is fucking blind - which he SHOULD BE to avoid seeing that crap! COME ON REF! Don't let Matei save his title run this way, the man is finished!

Jeremy Tucker: Those are the rules!

Joe Pesci <on microphone>: THIS IS TOTAL BULLSHIT!!! WHAT MATCH ARE YOU WATCHING REF!?!?!?!

*Bump*

Radu Matei <grabbing Frank Salazar's arm pulls it close, but can barely breath on the apron>: Joe... these people paid good money for a REAL main event... <coughing blood> For Packer... for Tanner... you want another shot at this strap? Let's do this.



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Joe Pesci: RING THE DAMN BELL! ...and THIS TIME... NO DISQUALIFICATIONS!!!!


DING!!!!DING!!!!!!!DING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Well, there you have it, Joe Pesci demanding the another match, this time with a NO DQ stip.

Andrew Fulton: Radu is a total moron agreeing to this.

Jeremy Tucker: Well if he hadn't Andrew, Joe would have just made it happen anyway.

Andrew Fulton: Joe does care about the audience.

Jeremy Tucker: Oh, please! Not missing a beat, Mike Maddox uses a baseball slide to knock Radu off that apron to the outside. Still in the ring, and running into the ropes, rebounds off - SUICIDE DIVE knocks Radu into the steel guardrail. Both men on the outside, and with Matei leaning against the guardrail, he actually has audience members offering him weapons. I never thought I'd see the day.

Andrew Fulton: Maddox starting to go for the Mad Assaul----oh no!

Jeremy Tucker: He thinks twice, as Matei starts wildly swinging a "3rd Annual Packer / Tanner Tribute Show" signature chair at the challenger. Maddox with enough agility to avoid those blind shots, but they do keep him at bay. Eventually Matei just TOSSES the chair at him! The champ is on shaky legs. Maddox charging back in! Matei throwing Blaze Freya plush toys, Atlanta Braves baseballs, Psychotic Goth action figures, but none of the items that the audience are handing him seem to be deterring Maddox's charge!

Andrew Fulton: Maddox is going to brain hi-----WHOA!








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*That escalated quickly Pop*

Andrew Fulton:WHO THE HELL BRINGS AN ITEM LIKE THAT TO AN ARENA, WHEN THEY HAD NO IDEA IT WOULD TURN INTO A FANS BRING THE WEAPON MATCH????????

Jeremy Fulton: Atlanta is a rough town. They could have been bringing it for personal protection.

Andrew Fulton: Radu Matei chasing after poor Mike Maddox with a FLAMING BARBWIRE STRAPPING DOWN BROKEN GLASS TO A DAMN KENDO STICK!

Jeremy Fulton: Mike Maddox desperately looking for a weapon to defend himself with, but he's REALLY annoyed these fans in the last few weeks.

Andrew Fulton: WAIT! There are still a few that fondly remember him from his ladies man days............... and they are throwing underwear. Thanks for nothing!

#TWACK#

Jeremy Fulton: Maddox trying to grab a chair from an audience member, but leaves himself open for a NASTY shot to the back. That drew blood!

#TWACK#

Jeremy Fulton: Maddox managing to roll away from another shot, leaving only the guardrail to eat that evil looking weapon!

Kit Kapp: 1...





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7...

Joe Pesci <to the ring>: IF YOU COUNT THEM OUT, I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU.

Kit Kapp: ..........

Andrew Fulton: Imagine counting them out in a pay per view main event, what is that Kit Kapp smoking!

Jeremy Fulton: Maddox finally ripping a chair away from an older woman in the audience---

#TWACK#

Jeremy Fulton: BUT MATEI WITH ANOTHER VICIOUS SHOT CATCHES MADDOX ON THE HAND, FORCING HIM TO DROP IT! Matei is still shaking, but charging in with another-------

Andrew Fulton: Maddox dropkicking that kendo stick back into Matei's face!!!




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*OH SHIT POP*



Andrew Fulton: AND THOSE BANDAGES CATCHING FIRE!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Matei trying to yank off flaming bandages, and Maddox retrieving that chair.

#TWACK#
#TWACK#
#TWACK#

Kit Kapp: ..............8!

Joe Pesci: THAT'S IT! YOU AND ME!!! RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!

[Pesci starts to act like he's going to lunge at the slow witted referee, only for the rest of the KGB to hold back the cagey SWAT owner. Meanwhile not ten feet from them...]

#TWACK#
#TWACK#
#TWACK#
#TWACK#
#TWACK#
#TWACK#
#TWACK#
#TWACK#

Andrew Fulton: Isn't that nice, Maddox is trying to beat the fire off of Matei. See, this isn't how he wants to win the title.

Jeremy Tucker: He's hit every part of Matei except that fire!

#FWOOSH#

Jeremy Tucker: THANK GOODNESS! Referee Kapp with the presence of mind to grab a fire extinguisher and put Radu Matei out! The champion already has third degree burns from Frostbite's liquid nitrogen, he doesn't need to be set on fire too.

Andrew Fulton: Mike snatching the fire extinguisher away from Kapp.... sadly the flames are already out.

#CRANG#

Andrew Fulton: Oh well, don't look gift horses in the mouth.

Jeremy Tucker: Mike Maddox nailing Radu Matei in the forehead with that fire extinguisher, splitting the champion's head WIDE OPEN. Blood splattering everywhere.

#CRANG#

Jeremy Tucker: Another shot sends Matei into the steel steps. Tossing the fire extinguisher into the ring, Michael Maddox grabs a fistful of the champion's hair and tosses him in after it. Now picking up that steel chair and following him in.

Andrew Fulton: Both men back in the ring, but bloodier for it. Michael stabbing that chair down into Matei's bruised ribs... now grabbing that metal fire extinguisher and laying it under Matei's head like a pillow. That was considerate.

Jeremy Tucker: No! He's winding up that chair, Maddox looking to crush Matei's head against that extinguisher... THIS WILL DO IT - here he comes!

#FWOOSH#

Andrew Fulton: WHAT A CHEATER!

Jeremy Tucker: Radu with a blast of that extinguisher finds Maddox in the face... chair dropped. Matei following up with a chop block to take Maddox off his feet! Grabbing an arm, pulls Maddox into an abdominal s----------

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Jeremy Tucker: OMUKADA CRUSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THERE'S THE LEG----------------













ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















THRE-------------------------------------leg in the ropes!

Andrew Fulton: Thank go----I mean, it'll take a lot more than that to put Maddox away!

Jeremy Tucker: Standing sention! Standing on Maddox's chest to get upright - ROPE ASSISTED SENTON!

Andrew Fulton: Matei can barely stand, where the hell does he think he can do a springboard?

Jeremy Tucker: That's why I said it was rope assisted. Matei is looking like that poison is really taking hold... also Maddox beating him half to death with a chair couldn't have helped. Matei now going up for an even higher senton ----- jumping off the second rope ---- NO! Maddox with the presence of mind to get his knees up, now hooking the arm around the throat, rolls him over for a backslide...











ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











TWO------------------------------Matei grabs a fistful of ropes.

Andrew Fulton: That stops the three count, but it doesn't stop Michael from further cinching in that choke! Matei still holding onto the ropes, but Kit Kapp can give all the 5 counts he wants, he can't disqualify Maddox for not breaking. That outside weapons crap might play to the champion's style, but in the ring, the only thing that saved Radu from having his leg and arm broken was the treat of Mike being DQed. That's not a threat any more!

Jeremy Tucker: Maddox choking away, and Radu struggling to break it. I don't see the champion tapping out, but if he loses consciousness?

Andrew Fulton: He's fading fast! Kit with the arm... but Matei pulls it away... give it a second... okay try now!

Jeremy Tucker: Kit raises the arm again.... drops it....










ONCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















TWICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















THREE TIMES-------------------------------------------------------

*EYE VIOLENCE POP*

Jeremy Tucker: NO! Matei reaching back and driving his thumbs into Maddox's eyes! That'll break a hold!

Andrew Fulton: Can you believe this idiot audience is cheering that? HE COULD HAVE SERIOUSLY INJURED A REAL ATHLETE!

Jeremy Tucker: Both men up to their feet, and Maddox with a boot to the midsection, pulling Matei into a pile----REVERSAL INTO THE CREEP CRAWL!!!!











ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!














TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















THREE----------------------------------------------------------

Jeremy Tucker: Kickout! Matei starts to lift Maddox up for... Release Belly to Belly Suplex! That sends Maddox into the KGB corner! I have to say, the moment this became NO DQ I was shocked that the KGB didn't throw themselves into it.

Andrew Fulton: The KGB are here to celebrate Maddox's world title win. He doesn't need them to win, and they wouldn't be here if he did. That's the strongest stable in professional wrestling today!

Jeremy Tucker: Matei grabbing Maddox's legs, dragging him away from the KGB corner, not having the same trust in them that you do, Andrew. Dragging him centre of the ring, for a wheelbarrow suplex! Hanging onto the legs, pulls him back up.... could this be the...

CMW SPECIAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton: REVERSED INTO A VICTORY ROLL!!!!!!!!!!












ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!












MADDOX WITH A FISTFUL OF TIGHTS!












THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Jeremy Tucker: Kickout by Matei! Coughing up more blood. Maddox was very close to winning the title. Grabbing a fistful of burnt bandages, chokes Matei with them, and drags him into a thrust kick to the head. Half the bandages covering Matei's burnt skin have been ripped off, and he really is looking worse for his title run.

Andrew Fulton: Putting Matei out of his misery would be the nicest thing that Maddox has ever done for ANYONE. Rolling germans give Matei a taste of his neck dropping medicine. That last one planted Matei head first against that steel chair!

Jeremy Tucker: Matei is out of it, and Maddox doesn't need an excuse to go up top----




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Jeremy Tucker: SWANDIVE HEADBUTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





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*MASSIVE POP*


Jeremy Tucker: Matei caught him with the Aculeus Strike '01!!!!!!!!! HE TOOK HIS DAMN HEAD OFF!!! BOTH MEN DOWN... but Matei... here he comes... crawling over.................... there's the cover...













ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
























THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!





Andrew Fulton: Shoulder up! SHOULDER UP!

*COLLECTIVE GROAN*

Andrew Fulton: Somehow, Maddox managed to get his shoulder up!

Jeremy Tucker: Matei is dead on his feet, but slowly sitting up... positioning the steel chair in the middle of the ring, and grabbing a fistful of Maddox hair, going for the Centipede Effect Suplex--------------------------


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Andrew Fulton: THE LOVE GUNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




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Andrew Fulton: Maddox with his STO variation and the crowd goes wild! ...well... I go wild! There's the cover...













ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
















THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*BIG POP*

Jeremy Tucker: Again Matei managing to get into the ropes... and given the decaying state of the champion, the challenger is starting to look frustrated.

Andrew Fulton: Maddox planting Matei on that chair with a powerslam! Dragging him back up, starts to set up The Friends with Benefits, only for Matei to shove him off. Matei fighting back with a series of blood drawing Forearm smashes.... again... and again... and again... and again.... and again... and... Matei seems to be setting Maddox up for the... for the what?

Jeremy Tucker: Matei on fire with those brutal shots to Maddox, but now looks dizzy, staggering back into the ropes. Hanging onto the top one while he tries to regain his composure.

Andrew Fulton: Maddox isn't going to give him a minute to breathe - charging in with a spinning wheel kick! That'll leave a mark! Grabbing the neck----







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Andrew Fulton: FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS CONNECTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS IT!!! WELL! MADDOX COME ON!

Jeremy Tucker: Rather than go for the pin, Maddox is grabbing the legs...

Andrew Fulton: OH! This is better!

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*MONSTER JEERS*

Andrew Fulton: FREAK TAMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Maddox locking in his devastating finisher! We already saw him put his former partner out to pasture with that move earlier in the show. I dare say the only thing keeping Matei from giving up here, is the fact that he's still out cold!

Andrew Fulton: FREAK TAMER! And without any DQs, it doesn't matter if Matei mutilates his own body to get to the ropes------

Jeremy Tucker: He does that a lot.

Andrew Fulton: It doesn't matter this time! Get to the ropes! Maddox doesn't have to let it go! So even if Matei doesn't give up, he can pass out from the pain, because this match IS OVER!!! NEW WORLD CHAMPION!!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Matei coming too... and writhing around in pain... almost getting a finger to the ropes, but it doesn't matter!

Andrew Fulton: During all his video tributes to himself earlier, Matei waxed over one thing! The man he beat for the title wasn't Bouncer, but MIKE MADDOX when he threw him out to win the Joker's Wild Battle Bowl. Whoever won that match was GOING to be champion, and Matei got lucky! Maddox was too busy watching Avery to protect himself, well there is no Avery here to distract him, and with his eyes on the prize - this is what happens! Your NEW WORLD CHAMPION!

Jeremy Tucker: Michael Maddox in a good position to finally make good on his promises all season to beat Matei for the title.

Andrew Fulton: Its locked on! All Matei can do is drag it out, and probably end his career in the process, because every second this is left on is less time Matei has to walk in the future!

Jeremy Tucker: Matei reaching out in agony, blindly, just flailing around. The crowd is chanting his name in support... which isn't something I ever thought I'd hear, but it doesn't matter - because there is no coming back from this.

Andrew Fulton: NO! Matei getting his hands on that fire extinguisher.... HA! YES! There is nothing left in it. Good luck with that champ!

Jeremy Tucker: He tried, but all good things must come to an end...

#TING#

Andrew Fulton: Ha! Matei tried to use that extinguisher as a blunt object, but he only hit his own leg!

Jeremy Tucker: Yeah, its an awkward angle to swing that weapon backwards thats for su----


#TING#

Jeremy Tucker: Again, hitting his own leg, and missing Maddox.

#TING#

Jeremy Tucker: I don't know what he---

#TING#

Andrew Fulton: Ok, forth times a charm, he got a little of Maddox that time, but WAY more of himself.

#TING#
#TING#
#TING#
#TING#

Jeremy Tucker: Catching both their legs consistently. Matei's is starting to swell up, as he is hitting more of his own harder than he's catching Maddox... but he is catching Maddox a bit... and swinging back harder...

#TING#
#TING#
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#TIIIIIIIIING#

Jeremy Tucker: Radu Matei may have just broken his own leg to do it, but he got Maddox's leg to give out - letting go of the hold.

Andrew Fulton: Matei may never walk again, but at least he bought himself a few more seconds, congratulations...

Jeremy Tucker: Maddox favouring that right leg, but puts a few feet between him and Matei, and calls for THE FACELIFT...

Andrew Fulton: HERE IT COMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






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Jeremy Tucker: MADDOX WITH THE FACELIFT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









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*GIGANTIC POP*





Andrew Fulton: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!






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Jeremy Tucker: RADU MATEI COUNTERS WITH THE ACULEUS STRIKE II!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





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Andrew Fulton: Damn it.

Jeremy Tucker: The eyes just rolled into the back of Maddox's head, and he is out. Matei not going for the pin....... no he wants the hundred count.... here it comes...

Andrew Fulton: I can't watch!






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Jeremy Tucker: OMUKADE PRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton: NO!!!!!!!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: The pin is academic!




















ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




















THREE---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
























THREE???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

*MONSTER JEERS*

Andrew Fulton: Timeless breaks the pin!

*LIKE SERIOUSLY FUCK YOU JEERS*

Jeremy Tucker: The referee trying to get him out of there----

Andrew Fulton: Its NO DQ, there is nothing that Kit Kapp can do!

Jeremy Tucker: Timeless Alex Turner has had Matei's number all season, and here he is RAMMING the world title into the back of Matei's head! The gold belt just connecting with the back of his skull.

Andrew Fulton: Matei is out cold, and Turner now rolling out of the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: Both men down, and KGB now watching on - like Matei ever stood a chance.

Andrew Fulton: Against a talent like Michael Maddox? It was always going to be an uphill battle.

Jeremy Tucker: Maddox slowly coming too. Using the ropes to try to crawl up, but still barely conscious from that Omukade Press... Matei also showing signs of life, but looks concussed from that belt shot.

Andrew Fulton: Maddox is up. Leaning against the ropes, and waiting for Matei too slowly join him.... here we go...

Jeremy Tucker: THIS IS A TOTAL SHAM.

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*GIGANTIC JEERS*

Andrew Fulton: MADDOX WITH THE FACELIFT! FACELIFT! FACELIFT CONNECTS!!! MATEI DIDN'T HAVE MUCH OF ONE TO BEGIN WITH, BUT THERE IT IS!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Maddox with a hook of the leg...





















ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

























THREE?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????














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Andrew Fulton: What?







*CONFUSION POP*

Jeremy Tucker: SOUTTER JUST BROKE THE PIN! USING A STEEL CHAIR AGAINST THE BACK OF MICHAEL MADDOX!!!

Andrew Fulton: MADDOX HAD THIS WON! NEW WORLD CHAMPION! WHAT THE HELL?!? What is going on?!

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter lifting Maddox up, and Timeless tossing the world title into position... SOUTTER SPECIAL ONTO THE WORLD TITLE!!!!

Andrew Fulton: Paul Soutter and Timeless in the ring, standing over the world champion and challenger... both men are down!

[Outside the ring, Pesci yells something at Lynn Brewster. She looks visibly upset, and shakes her head.]

Joe Pesci: DO IT.

[Was that a no? Lynn Brewster looks like she's going to be sick.]

Joe Pesci: This is what you signed up for.

Jeremy Tucker: Outside the ring, Joe Pesci is yelling at Lynn Brewster, and she does not look happy. In the ring, Soutter laying in a few more shots, waiting for her to do something. Our former General Manager is very upset, but Pesci not letting up on her.






[Looking ashamed of herself, and more than a little conflicted, Lynn Brewster slides into the ring...]








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[...and places Radu Matei's arm on top of Michael Maddox.]

Andrew Fulton: WHAT?

Jeremy Tucker: Lynn Brewster looks upset because JOE PESCI is FORCING HER to put Matei's arm on top? MATEI is the only man in SWAT that Brewster might hate more than Pesci, and she is being FORCED to.... help him?

Andrew Fulton: Arm is on top, both men are unconscious but here is Kit...

Jeremy Tucker: ONE! TWO!! ...like its even in doubt. THREE!!! What the hell are they playing at?

DING!DING!! DING!!!

Frank Salazar: The winner of this match.... and STILL... SWAT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION....

RADUUUUUUU MATEIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton: I want to make Joe happy, but... this doesn't make sense.

Jeremy Tucker: In the ring, Timeless Alex Turner grabbing Mike Maddox and hitting the TURN ME LOOSE onto that steel chair! Maddox is bleeding all over the place! The wrestlers from this main event have just put each other through hell, there is no fight left to defend themselves against the KGB.

Andrew Fulton: Soutter now wrapping the world title around Maddox's head...

*MONSTER JEERS*

Jeremy Tucker: SOUTTER SPECIAL DRIVING THAT BELT INTO MADDOX HEAD! That... that didn't look good... Maddox legs are spasming...

[Visibly upset at the beatdown, the crowd split into two groups, one throwing trash at the ring, the other exiting in a sign of protest.]

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter hit with some rubbish from the crowd, lifting Maddox up for a SECOND Soutter Special with the man's head wrapped in that belt! Maddox seems to be having a seizure! I thought he was one of theirs?!

Andrew Fulton: The KGB clearly sending a message...

Jeremy Tucker: Radu Matei reaching out a weak claw, trying to grab Soutter - either revenge or protecting Maddox – it’s hard to say...

Andrew Fulton: But Joanne Canelli pulls Radu into the Italian Neck Tie! Cranking back on the world champion's neck, and forcing him to watch...

Jeremy Tucker: A THIRD SOUTTER SPECIAL!!! BLOOD DRIPPING FROM THE INSIDE OF THAT BELT, and MADDOX'S LEGS JUST WENT LIMP! CAN WE GET SOME PARAMEDICS OUT HERE???

[Lynn Brewster wants to stop this too, but Pesci puts a hand on her shoulder, forcing her to watch.]

Jeremy Tucker: A forth one... Maddox is in a bad way... and... and I think I'm going to be sick. What could he have done to deserve this.

[Timeless places Maddox in the Turnabout, while Canelli still keeps Matei pinned back. Pesci struts around the ring like a peacock, while just outside Roxylishus tears off her Maddox T-shirt to the delight of a few teenagers at ringside.]

Soutter: So you want to be a Kross Global Bandit.......... well Maddox....... first rule... there's a pecking order.

*MASSIVE BOOS*

Soutter <pointing at Timeless>: World Champion. <pointing at The Jersey Devil> World Champion.<thinks about it for a second then points at Pesci> World Champion.; <thumbing his chest> WORLD CHAMPION....You... well Mike... trash like you just don't measure up.

[Soutter spikes Maddox on his head, the world title finally slipping off his bloody stump of a head. Maddox doesn't appear to be conscious. He doesn't seem to be breathing. Paramedics race in from the back, but they can't reach him in the ring, as the KGB pose for their adoring public.]

[In the corner of the ring, beaten but not dead, Radu Matei turns a hateful gaze up at Soutter as the show fades off the air.]