Battleground #17 : Salvation! (Show)

[powerhouse1]

At a local hotel near Wells Fargo Center in my black attire with cameramen, Hells Bouncer's personal interviewer which also be my guidance and interviewer. Sitting here at a desk thinking about the debut of SWAT, and why I am doing this with really nothing else to prove, but coming out for my last ever run in wrestling history.

( Cameras begin running as he begins the first interview of many in SWAT and about himself and career. )

Sherman Buckingham- Welcome everyone to a sit down interview with our newest wrestler in SWAT and is competing soon with his brother for the Tag Team Titles against Team Fairtex. He is Hells Bouncer's brother Powerhouse. Welcome.

Powerhouse- Thank You there for the introduction Sherman.

Sherman Buckingham- Let start off with. Who is Powerhouse? Give us who you are and tell the company a little about you?

Powerhouse- I am Powerhouse, I come from Pittsburgh PA, I am a man who has wrestled about 12 yrs now off and on and recently retired after being in the business for 10 yrs and just had the itch to return to the ring.. I am a former 2 time World Champion from different organizations. 5 Time former Tag Champion, Hardcore Champion, US Champion, Youtube Champion. I love the fans who have been there while I wrestled and I am a fan of those who stayed loyal when I retired and the fans messages me on facebook, twitter, anywhere even in airports, restaurants and such. My finisher has always been the patent Superkick which has landed me 2 World Championships. My Submission Triangle Choke. I while retired was doing poetry books, biography of Powerhouse as a wrestler and the person off television and off everything the real me behind the curtains.

Sherman Buckingham- Well great start there. Tell us about your family you and Hells Bouncer, and the story behind it?

Powerhouse- Me and Hells Henry Brown Bouncer, are real life brothers and we have gone through a lot of good and bad times. But when Henry arrived in the wrestling world his start was with WCE aka later CWE wrestling. Also GWA Wrestling world. He started off bad losing many matches then came back to a winning streak when he did ton of training and all. Henry has worked his ass off to be the best as he watched what I done and trained with me and others to become where he is today. But since we both wrestled together we had more good than bad times. Henry has battled for over many years severe bi-polar depression and it has affected him in different story lines bringing back some bad memories to points where he needed time off to recover and get better. But we are together in same company and I think now HB, I will help lead to becoming World Champion and if needed I also will be shooting for 1 more World Championship run. but for now me and HB are shooting in Tag Division.

Sherman Buckingham- Powerhouse you do see what has gone on as of late. But main question is why you joining HB and going in Tag Division?

Powerhouse- With likes of Dravaka Drimstone leaving him behind, Paul Soutter and this KGB clique turning on him at the recent Anzac Tournament that I was ringside watching, and the fact I just heard our opponents think that myself and HB will not be a well oiled unit. I will tell you now Fairtex, Tong And Phantam, we will be on top of the world and win the Tag Team Championships, Don't think because I was retired, i was sitting around eating twinkies, pies and bad stuff. I work out every day and keep my diet regimen perfect and you will see what I look like in the ring and you will see what I am capable because I will assure you i have not lost a step and will run rings around you both.

Sherman Buckingham- As you just mentioned you and HB are going after Tag Gold. What more should this company know about the work ethic and Powerhouse?

Powerhouse- I am a work horse, I am here all the time in SWAT watching the events, cheering HB on, making sure he is on top of his game. The fact that people don't need to know who Powerhouse is, you just need to see what I do in the ring that will make heads turn in a minute.

Sherman Buckingham- ( Just then as he was going to ask a question in comes Powerhouse Brother Hells Bouncer. )

HB- Excuse me while I get in this personal conversation and glad cameras are running. I have a few questions of my own. My brother Powerhouse. We have gone up and down the roads together and being our time now in this company. We will dominate this division. How will you be able to fit in this equation Powerhouse?

Powerhouse- Well brother I have two ways now I fit into this story of yours though it was none of my business till I seen enough of what they are doing to you. Well actually three reasons. Below are the three.

1. You never got your rematch for the World Championship. Why because KGB knows you can easily beat the Radu guy and become Champion. On a side note I have lawyers if Soutter does not grant your rematch.

2. KGB has been attacking you, taking you down and downgrading you and I have seen enough and felt like being a man to show Soutter who a true legend of the ring really is. And make the numbers even.

3. To win the Tag Team Titles, and for Bouncer and I to own all the gold in this company with the Jewel winning the Pan Am to own it all here in this company so you might as well call.

Sherman Buckingham- Wait call what Powerhouse?

Powerhouse- As of this minute, I am looking for guys who deserve shots that don't get nothing. You can call myself, HB, Jewel, and Jasmine the Royal Family. Anyone wanting to join this group, come talk with me privately. I am going to be the guy that makes sure as well the young guys who are giving in every day doing it all and KGB is getting in the way. I will make sure get the pushes and all they deserve as well as HB getting his World Championship rematch.

Sherman Buckingham- Wow if you are watching this KGB the Royal Family has now been formated.

HB- Wait, not only are we going to bring in guys who need to get pushes and such. Myself and Powerhouse will find another member or two and wants to start a war with KGB. Its time to put you all on the shelf. And to Fairtex, it was Jewel who went on facebook called out Shannon Damage and the bitch went home left the company because Jewel told her like it was she went crying like a bitch cause jewel is the next top female in the company.

Powerhouse- KGB I know there will be guys wanting this help and pushes and we are challenging you. If you don't HB the World Title rematch. the lawyers will be here. And any guys or females need pushes come talk to me. I will assure the company will be put back on the map. And the upcoming stars will get there rights in the company. So come to Powerhouse. I am done here, the stars know what is up and we are ready. I want an answer Pesci and Soutter ASAP.

Sherman Buckingham- Well there you go Soutter and Pesci. Royal Family is going to be recruiting and HB is demanding the World Title Rematch. Your choices. Until then will Team Fairtex or Royal Family become Tag Team Champions.

HB- Before we end Tong and Phantam, your asses are mine. Royal Family is tighter than KGB, Fairtex and any tag team in the history. Lets go guys.

Sherman Buckingham- See you soon everyone.

( Scene ends as they all leave the hotel and head to the arena. )

[frostbite]

Jeremy Tucker.. Early in the day my partner in crime had a sit down one on one interview with Frostbite.

Andrew Fulton.. I did this interview as the ring was getting set up for tonight action. I saw Frostbite sitting around ringside as he was watching the guts put up the ring. You know actually after we finish with the interview Frostbite jumped into action to help finishing setting up the ring.

Jeremy Tucker.. That is rather interesting note.

Andrew Fulton.. I had a good discussion with Frostbite. I thought after all the bad things I have said about this man, I thought he would want to rip my head off, but he did not. Doing the interview he did not have nice things to say about Soutter or the KGB

Jeremy Tucker.. Well let's go to the interview.

Several hours before tonight action, we see six different gentleman trying their best to set up the ring as the arena is completely empty as you could hear a pin drop. We see a short brown haired gentleman wearing a tan shirt with black jeans not too far from the gentlemen sitting up the ring as he has a camera as he is checking it out and he is following a cord as he is checking that out as well. As our great people that work behind the scenes some may consider them the nuts and bolts of any wrestling company. We see one gentleman sitting at ringside wearing a blue tank top with blue jeans and blue and white Nike's The young man is just watching the gentlemen sitting up the ring and the other young man working on the camera. He even spots another young man over by the Spanish announcers table doing a microphone check. His blue eyes continue to look around the empty arena.

Andrew Fulton is standing right next announce table where he and Jeremy Tucker will be calling the show from. Andrew is doing a microphone check himself. Andrew is not dressed in the usually suit. He has on a gray sweatshirt with matching sweats. He spots the young man sitting at ringside as he is just taking everything in. He tilts his head to the left as he sees that it is Frostbite. Andrew heads over there, as Frostbite suddenly spots Andrew. He shakes his head but decides to stand his ground as Andrew takes a seat right next to him.

Andrew Fulton.. I am surprise to see you here this early.

Frostbite.. This is where the true work is done. I can remember when I first stated in this sport. I did this, I would help set up a ring and then go wrestling a couple of hours later. It truly helps you appreciate this sport so much more. Andrew you should know, I bet you had to do things that you did not like but you did whatever you had to do to try and put food on the table to support your family. You remember going to the local grocery store in whatever town you were in and buying whatever cheap food that you could buy and have to eat that for a week or more until you got paid the follow week. My food was spam sandwich.

Andrew Fulton., I do remember it was tuna for me.

Frostbite.. I think that is what your boss forgets. He does not remember he is a lucky man to run a company like this. He knows all this could be gone tomorrow. Soutter reminds me of Shane McMahon he is taking up somebody roster spot. He should be smart enough and retire call the shots from behind the scenes, but Paul feel the need to have that spotlight on him. That is so sad. The talent pool in that locker room is awesome.

Andrew Fulton.. Frostbite with all due respect. You walked into this company telling the world that you are going to burn it to the ground. Paul and mister Pesci have taken your threats very seriously.

Frostbite.. They should, but maybe you forgot it was Paul that started this war. When he lied to the world and told them that I never gave it my best effort in that year tag team tournament. Michael Maddox my partner last year let it go, but Paul can't. You know what I will not. I want Paul to simply apologize for his stupid ass remark.

Andrew Fulton.. I can not speak for Paul.. I think he has gone on record and he has said what he saw from you. Paul felt and to some in that locker room that either you were not interested in being there or maybe you just do not have it anymore. Look, I have watched your matches over the last few years and I am going to give you some credit where it is due. You looked better now than any point in your career. I get it that you have suffered injuries in the past few years probably more so than you have at any point in your career. I know it eats you from the inside that with all that talent it has been a couple of years since you have been a world champion.

Frostbite.. Andrew are we playing psychiatrist here. Because I must admit that was some deep thinking there on your part. Does it tick me off, yes it certainly does. I am in way better shape now then when I first started this sport at any point in my career. Whether I feel that feel that maybe management might have stuck it to me, or not that is not for me to decide upon. Maybe I have become the Patriots everybody gets tired of seeing them in the Super Bowl every year, we'll do something about it, and beat them. Andrew what rub me that wrong way about Paul was that disrespected me, by trying to convince the works that I was not doing my job. I am here to settle the score with him. I am here to tell the world that Frostbite is still a force in this sport and you do not ever question my love for this business,

Andrew Fulton.. Since your return to SWAT you have been a torn in Paul's side. You kidnap the man, you have beaten the man to a bloody pulp, but where has it gotten you. Here lately Paul has been getting the best of you. The match that you had last week, Paul best you.

Frostbite.. Maybe you and I, were not watching the same match. Paul did not beat me. It was an army, well his back down of rejects that beat me. Andrew what it shoes me is that Paul can not get the job done on his own. It makes Paul look bad not me. Sure it is a win no matter how we look at it and I am sure Paul is proud of himself. The KGB is riding high. The things that they have done around here is simply sickening. Andrew I know they Paul and Joe sign your checks and you feel that there is some sense of loyalty on your part. Take a long look at what they have done. They have treated Lynn Brewster with such disrespect. I am not her biggest fan but the lady deserves better, she has earned everything that she has gotten in this sport.

Andrew Fulton.. Well...

Frostbite.. He has made the World Championship of his company out to be a complete farce. He had picked one champion and then screw him out of the title, Radu Matei has done an fine job with the title. He has had some great matches some matches could end of being match of the year winners. But my match with the man was a match that could have gone down as one for the ages but Paul decided to screw not only me over but make Radu title reign out to make some joke. The triple threat match was great until Paul decided to have his band of misfits screw up that one as well. Michael Maddox could have inches of being the world champion but Paul decides to teach him some lesson and kick him to the curb. Michael has more talent than everybody in the KGB combine. I thought Michael was using Paul but in fact he was getting used. SWAT has become a complete joke because of these actions. Paul needs to answer for this.

Andrew Fulton.. Tonight you have another chance.

Frostbite.. I am suppose to sit here and believe I have another fair chance. I get it a cage surrounds us. But really? I am sure Bruno or Joanne or Joe or Timeless do not have a key and they can not get in and close it shut and beat my ass. Andrew it will not be a fair fight. I promise you that I will beat Paul within an inch of his life, but his idiots that he likes to associate himself with do not want to see there meal ticket get carted out of the arena on a stretcher to never return. Andrew is it time to fight fire with fire.

Andrew Fulton.. You tried that with Doomsday and Lucifer and Paul got them out of here. Your surprise if there was one did not make an appearance. My guess is either you were lying your Paul found out and kicked him out of the building.

Frostbite.. Paul did find out.. But Andrew this goes out to the locker room, whether it might be Michael Maddox or Lynn Brewster or Radu.. You want to cut KGB off at the past tonight then this is the time to do it. If not I certainly understand, if I have to do I will go at it alone., But tonight the result will be different. I promise you that Paul is going to get what is coming to him. Before this night is over, your boss will be Carter out of this arena. Andrew you should know when you back a rat in a corner it comes out fighting. Well Soutter has backed me into that steel cage later on tonight, And for Paul, it will be the worse mistake that he had ever made in his wrestling career.

Frostbite stands up as he looks at the gentlemen trying to set up the ring.

Frostbite.. Andrew, once I burn this bitch to the ground and who knows maybe I will take over. I just might keep you around. Paul is going to be carted out of here. So when I look over at you later on with horror in your green eyes, then you will invasion this place without one of your bosses not around.

He puts his hand on Andrew right shoulder.

Frostbite.. If you will excuse me, I am going to give me friends here a hand.

Frostbite jumps over the guard rail as he walks over and starts to help out, as the scene fades out.

Jeremy Tucker.. Andrew, it bought a chill down by spine. Frostbite is dead serious.

Andrew Fulton.. Frostbite will never learn. He better get with the program, Paul and mister Pesci run this place and if he does not like it. He can leave.

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome back folks, and now we have the Hardcore Championship on the line. Psychotic Goth going up against the KGB’s Timeless. Goth has been an outstanding Hardcore Champion, and he has taken on all comers, will his brutal reign as champ continue, or will his time be up, care of Timeless and the KGB?

Andrew Fulton : Well Jerry, Timeless is a pure technician, so i am not sure the Hardcore rules are in his favour, but he is also as tough as nails, and with the KGB, never count them out or bet against them.

Jeremy Tucker : Goth isn’t scared of the KGB, and especially not Timeless. He has a personal grudge against him, and he is gonna collect right now.

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

Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is for the SWAT Hardcore Championship!!!! Introducing first, hailing from the depths of hell ... coming in at 6’5 & 235 lbs .... accompanied by Vampira ... PSYCHOTIC GOTH!!!!

Frank Salazar : And his opponent, hailing from New Hope, Minnesotta and coming in at 6’3 and 262lbs ... accompanied by Roxylishus .... TIMELESS ALEX TURNER!!!

[Orion - Eternity (Chillout Version) hits and Turner struts down the aisle, glaring at the crowd with contempt and disgust. Roxylishus stops to interact with one of the crowd, then wretches and turns away heading to the ring, she gets up on the apron and holds the ropes down for Turner.

Roxylishus grabs the mic and passes it to Timeless.]

Timeless : I got passion in my pants and i ain’t afraid to show it.

Crowd : I’M, SEXY AND I KNOW IT!

Timeless : No (holding his hand up to block them) Your not! I (points to himself with his thumb) AM!

[Timeless drops the mic and saunters smugly around the ring impressed with himself.]

Jeremy Tucker : Wow, this is a huge match Fulton, and referee Joe Davola calls for the bell and we are underway.

Andrew Fulton : Look at Roxylishus, man, she is smokin’.

Jeremy Tucker : Goth roars in the middle of the ring, bellowing out in his ancient dialect, then charges at Timeless, but Timeless sends him over with a hip toss. Goth back up instantly and Timeless sends him flying across the ring with a text book arm drag, Goth back up, another Arm drag!

Andrew Fulton : Timeless is a pure technician, the beSt in the fed and Goth is playing right into his game!

Jeremy Tucker : DROPKICK!!! Timeless just delivered a breathtaking dropkick.

[Timeless preens bouncing on his tip toes in the ring, and flexes, yelling out beat that Jonnie Valentine.]

Andrew Fulton : Look out! Goth just walloped Timeless with a double ax handle to the back of the head, and now drops a knee to the skull.

Jeremy Tucker : Vampira tosses a kendo stick to Goth, and he catches it smoothly, then WHACK! Cracks Timeless across the skull!

Andrew Fulton : What’s she doing interfering!

Jeremy Tucker : It’s a hardcore match Fulton! WHACK!!! Another shot from the kendo stick to Timeless, Goth now rams the end of it into the ribs of Timeless!

Andrew Fulton : Goth hoists the Kendo stick over his head and bellows again! Legsweep by Timeless.

Jeremy Tucker : Timeless grabs the stick and now he cracks Goth with it! Goth no sells it and lunges at Timeless but Timeless rams it into the stomach of Goth, then puts it around his neck and delivers a side Russian leg sweep, with the Kendo stick.

Andrew Fulton : Roxylishus is looking under the ring, WOW! Look at them cheeks!

[We see her butt sticking high in the air while she looks around under the ring and she comes out with a cardboard box. She opens up the box and grabs a pair of brass knuckles and goes to throw them to Timeless but Vampira spears her and they fall to the outside floor.]

Jeremy Tucker : CAT FIGHT!

Andrew Fulton : Wow! Roxylishus and Vampira rolling around the outside brawling, scratching, clawing. Timeless doesn’t need them knuckles anyway, he can just use his Terminator / Jedi fist if he wants.

Jeremy Tucker : Timeless reaches down thru the ropes and grabs Vampira by the hair and pulls her up off of Roxylishus, he lifts her completely off the ground, holding her in that mechanical hand off the ground and Vampira is clutching at the hand trying to hold herself up and Roxylishus slugs her right in the guts!

Andrew Fulton : Goth is up, he full nelsons Timeless and he drops Vampira and she falls down towards Roxylishus, and spins around and hurra cunrana’s Roxylishus, the crowd exploding as Goth full nelson suplexes Timeless.

Jeremy Tucker : Vampira mounts Roxylishus and Grounds and pounds her.

Andrew Fulton : Goth leans over the ring and yells at Vampira to toss him a chair, she gets off Roxy and grabs one, then throws it into Goth, Goth catches the chair and whirls around with it and EATS A TIMELESS DROPKICK!!! He drop kicked the chair right to the musch of Goth! I don’t care what that old Chipendale Valentine calls himself, Timeless IS MR DROPKICK!

Jeremy Tucker : Timeless hoists Goth up on his shoulder and running powerslams him into the turn buckle. Goth slumps down in the corner, Timeless places the chair over his face then runs and bounces off the ropes and WHAM! Another drop kick, right to the chair on the face of Goth!

Andrew Fulton : Timeless incorporating his technical skills into the hardcore match really well Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : He is strong as an ox, and has the best body in SWAT. He is a dedicated athlete of the finest regard, no one can dispute that, its only his methods, and arrogance that rub you the wrong way.

Andrew Fulton : If you were as good as him, you would be cocky too.

Jeremy Tucker : Timeless slides to the outside and grabs a table, Vampira tries to stop him and Roxy running bulldogs her right into the table, sending her to the mat. Roxylishus then helps Timeless slide the table into the ring. She then stands over Vampira and girates ....

Andrew Fulton : SPLITS SPLASH! Roxylishus just dropped onto the face of Vampira with the split splash!

Jeremy Tucker : Vulgar. She has no shame.

Andrew Fulton : Tasty like a raindrop!

Jeremy Tucker : Timeless sets up the table, then drags Goth to the top rope. He’s going to Falcon Arrow him thru the wood!

Andrew Fulton : Timeless has him ... NOOO!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Goth reverses it and spinning DDT’s Timeless from the top rope thru the table! My God!

Andrew Fulton : Here come the Bandits!

[Soutter, Pesci and Bruno run to the ring, and as they get in there, Team Fairtex also run down, chairs in hand and chases them out.]

Jeremy Tucker : Tong and Phantam running the KGB out of the ring! They have had enough of them running rough shod over the fed, and are here to have their Fairtex Dynasty brother Goths back.

Andrew Fulton : Oh My GOD!

Jeremy Tucker : I don’t believe it! Tong and Phantam just conchairto’d GOTH! They knocked him out!

Andrew Fulton : Knocked him the FUCK OUT!

Jeremy Tucker : This is madness! They help Timeless to his feet, and he picks up Goth and delivers the Falcon Arrow! Then locks on the Turn About! (Rings of Saturn)

Andrew Fulton : Goth is out cold. Davola checking on him and he lifts the arm of Goth and it drops, dead weight, again ... nothing ... again ... ITS OVER!

Jeremy Tucker : Goth has been betrayed by his OWN BRETHREN!

Andrew Fulton : I knew this would happen Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : Shut up idiot! Pesci, Bruno and Soutter get in the ring, Pesci hands Timeless the Hardcore Belt, and then, Soutter hands Tong and Phantam a KGB t–shirt each, which they gleefully put on, then stomp away on Goth! Rest of the KGB join them stomping away on Goth. Vampira jumps in and lays on top of him to protect him from the savage stomps, Pesci’s toungue was hanging like a wild rabid dog stomping on Goth there.

Andrew Fulton : Who can stop the KGB!? No ONE!

Frank Salazar : Winner of the match and NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION ... TIMELESS ALEX TURNER!!!!

[Peel Their Caps back hits and The KGB leave the ring, taunting the fans on their way up the ramp as the EMT’s rush the ring and attend to Goth.]

[thejerseydevildiva]

Act 1: Just Another Hit


"I'm a killer. I have always been a killer. It's in my nature. What's one more death?"

2 Days After 3rd Annual Packer / Tanner Tribute Show


The scene opens on the beautiful city of Atlanta Georgia The sun had started to set over the city, and the bright lights of the city had started to come to life once again. Their lights cast reflections on the water, that seemed a little rougher than it usually was with the threat of Hurricane Dorian coming up the coast. Most of the city was prepared for the storm while others had packed up and left just in case. The camera comes to a stop on the Emory University Hospital that loomed over the city below. All of the lights were on from top to bottom trying to combat the darkness that was coming. The camera moves to the interior of the hospital and through the emergency room, passing by a few people that sat waiting to be seen. The smells of cleaning chemicals filled ones senses as the sound of the TV in the waiting room played the same scene over and over again. The hurricane was drawing closer and the winds were getting bad somewhere in Florida. The camera moves past the ER and soon we see a familiar face in one of the gift shops. It was Joanne. She stood in front of two coolers filled with flowers, of different varieties and bright colors. She soon settles on a dozen deep red roses and smells the sweet smell as she pays for them, and walks toward the elevator. She presses the button, and waits for the elevators to open. She soon hears a "Ding" and the doors open. She steps inside but doesn't seem to cast a reflection in the giant mirror behind her. She presses a button on the wall and the doors close. They soon open and Joanne steps out onto the floor, and looks around, smelling the aroma of the same sterile clean smell as she did on the main floor. Her high heeled shoes click on the cement floor as she passes open doors and the sound of beeping machines could be heard coming from most while others were silent. She soon stops in front of a closed door and smiles softly as she opens it as the sound of beeping could be heard. The room was done in a dull white color, and the heavy curtains that were hung over the windows were done in the same deep white color, with light blue stripes running through them. They were pulled to keep out the light from the street lights from the parking lot below. The room was dimly lit from the over head bed light, as the sound of the beeping was steady. She walks around the bed, and sets the flowers down, and runs her hand along the bed, and turns looking at the machines that are keeping him alive.

Joanne: You thought you were goin' to be one of us... We had you fooled, just like everyone else. It's funny how thin's work isn't it? You betrayed your wife and we betrayed you. Only fittin' don't you think? Why am I askin' you? You can't hear me anyway.

Joanne sits on the corner of the bed, and stares down at Maddox.

Joanne: You're lucky, you're stuck here in a bed, while I have to face off against some crazed ass woman that needs to have a quiet and safe place. Please. I've been where she is and hell look at how I turned out! I turned out fine! Ok maybe I still have issues, but who doesn't right?

She looks up at Maddox and shakes her head.

Joanne: Why do I keep talkin' to you?!

She gets up from where she sits and walks to the window and looks out over the city as the last rays of the sun disappear over the horizon.

Joanne: Tabitha, or whatever the hell your name is, I saw your promo and I can't say that I'm impressed. I mean I'm at the top of the Amazons and you are just another little wannabe that thinks she has what it takes to make it in the business. I mean who did you defeat in your first match? Sabrina? Oh please. You think that scares me? I'm not someone that should be taken lightly. You can make all the claims that you want to make when it comes to our match. You have yet to really prove yourself in the ring, let alone against a champion. If you really think you can take my title away from me then you're crazier than you look. I've been around crazier people than you and you think I'm afraid of you or your threats? Hardly. I get threatened on a daily basis.

She smiles as she turns watching the machines blink, and sighs hearing the steady beeps.

Joanne: I've been through hell and back and you really think you're goin' to stop me? Have you ever felt seerin' metal against your flesh, and pummeled by someone that you thought you could trust in every sense of the word? More than likely you haven't Tabitha. And yeah I'm goin' to use your real name just to piss you off more and more. I know how to get under someone's skin, just to get a reaction out of my opponents. I am where I am for the simple reason of I beat the Amazon Champion on my own. Of course you can say that the KGB helped me, and such, but they didn't. I'm a big girl and I can handle myself in the middle of that ring. I took on champions in other companies and held title after title for long periods of time, and this one won't be any different. You can come at me with everythin' that you have, but we all know what is goin' to happen don't we Tabby? I'm goin' to win this match and walk away with MY title still on my arm.

Joanne laughs as she stands in front of the cord and follows it to the plug with her eyes. She smirks as she leans on one of the machines and looks back over at Maddox.

Joanne: Do you really think you're little show of bitin' you're doctor bothers me? No. I've seen more blood before and it never phased me. You have no idea what you are gettin' yourself into, but then again most people don't realize it until it's to late, and they are laid out on the mat wonderin' where you went wrong. 

Joanne smiles as she runs her hand along the long cord and soon bends down to unplug the cord, as the sound of a vase smashing over her head is heard. Joanne drops to the floor, and as the camera turns we see Avery standing over her. Avery grabs Joanne and tosses her into the wall.

Avery: WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!

Joanne smirks wiping blood away from the corner of her mouth.

Joanne: Tyin' up a lose end! Unless you want to do it.

Avery: Get the hell away from him!

Joanne:  You're still wllin' to stand by him? Even after he betrayed you?

Avery: I don't care about that! I love him. If you don't leave I'll beat the shit out of you and leave what's left for that crazed bitch you're facing!

Joanne gets to her feet, and leans against the wall.

Joanne: I'm leavin', but it'll be you're head that I come after if he pulls through.

Avery: I'll be waiting for ya, and trust me I'll be taking my title back too, IF you still have it.

Joanne lets out a growl as she walks out of the room, and back into the hallway and past doctors and nurses that rush toward the room. She reaches the elevator, and pulls out her cell phone. It rings, and it is soon answered.

Joanne: Yeah it's me. No I went to do it, and his bitch of a wife came in. Yeah that's what I said. I was surprised. I'll be there soon.

Joanne leans against the wall of the elevator and sighs, as puts a hand to her swelling lip.

Joanne: Gawd damn it! If I wasn't distracted with my match Maddox would have been no more! But you had me distracted Tabitha and that's not good. You're goin' to meet your end no matter what you do. I hope that you are ready for anythin' that I am goin to bring into the middle of that ring. I'm not goin' to hold back, and there will be blood. In the end you will be broken, beaten, bruised, bloodied, and humiliated when all is said and done. We are the Mafioso; and we get paid to kick your ass. See you soon and good luck... You're goin' to need it.

She smiles as her eyes glow red, as the doors soon open once again, and she steps out, heading out into the night, as the scene fades to black.

[Deleted]

( Just as the match ended and KGB went back to locker rooms out comes the music of ACDC Highway to Hell as Hells Bouncer with Powerhouse heads to the rampway and the fireworks blows up and the fans cheering and booing as both men in their wrestling gear. )

Andrew Fulton- Hells Bouncer is out with Powerhouse and look at Powerhouse he been retired a while and looks in tip top shape.

Jeremy Tucker- He has something to say and has a microphone.

Hells Bouncer- You know what i am getting to the point I am going to explode. And no one in this company has seen how pissed off I can be. Now as everyone sees Powerhouse here. What we just witnessed and now I see the puzzle coming together.

Powerhouse- ( grabbing the microphone off HB )- You know what I have not said a word in this company and I am making it known that this bull shit with KGB and now the alliance with Team Fairtex. I know what you boys want is to end my career before it begins and take out Bouncer as well.

HB- ( grabs a microphone )- Yeah exactly Powerhouse. Team Fairtex knows they could not beat us and how we are now the Royal Family. So I don't want to wait no more. Fairtex come on back out. Get the ass whooping coming to you bitches. ( hands mic to Powerhouse )

Powerhouse- Soutter, Pesci anyone tries to interfere in our match the ladies we have got lead pipes with your names on them. And Soutter and Pesci I still have a brutal Superkick coming for you two for sure. We will become World Tag Team Champions. So lets do this Fairtex, Tong Phantam bring your asses out to suffer the glue we have together that more bonded than you bunch of idiots.

( drops mic and Powerhouse and HB await Fairtex and company )

[averymccullen]

Act 1: No love lost

“You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.”
John Green

The scene opens on the Emory University Hospital. She sighs as she looks over at Mike and sits on the edge of the bed, as the doctors and nurses hover around him.

Doctor Reed: Can you can tell me what happened Miss McCullen?

Avery looks up at him pushing a piece of her long red hair away from her face.

Avery: When I came in, I saw someone messing with the machines. They were trying to unplug it.

Doctor Reed: We'll increase security Miss McCullen.

Avery: It won't matter anyway.

Doctor Reed: Why do you say that?

Avery: She'll find a way to get back in. Or she'll find someone that can get in here to try and kill him.

The young woman dressed in the white doctor's coat just smiles, as she places her hand on Avery's shoulder.

Doctor Reed: We'll make sure he is safe. Why don't you try to get some rest. We have called ahead and made arrangements for you in the hotel across the street.

Avery: Thank you, but you didn't have to do that. I could have...

Doctor Reed: My son is a big fan of you and your husband. It was my pleasure. All I ask for is an autograph from you.

Avery nods, as she signs a piece of paper that Doctor Reed hands her. Avery hands it back and kisses Mike on the forehead before heading out of the room.

Avery: Still nothing from my opponent, and maybe that's for the better at the moment. I have a lot on my mind, and facing the fact that my husband my never wake up. We just started our lives together and now...

She stops in front of a large bay window and looks out over the city. The lights glistened in the rain that had fallen in the last few minutes. She sighs, as she leans her head against the cool glass.

Avery: When I turned my back on Linda, I did it because I needed to win. I wanted that win so badly, and I finally got it, and lost it all within just a few weeks. When Mike turned on me, I felt like something broke inside me. I knew I would forgive him. If I didn't what would I have? Nothing. My little girl needs her father, and I need my husband.

She closes her eyes, and opens them fighting back tears that threatened to fall. She lets out a sigh, and turns from the window and starts down the hall once again.

Avery: Blaze Freya, you couldn't even stand against Suzi Spitz what makes you think that you are going to stand against me? I'm not one that should be taken lightly by any means. I don't like to play games in the middle of the ring, and I will do whatever it takes to win. I may have lost the title, but I'll get my chance at others, and at the Amazon once again. Right now all I want to do is show the rest of the Amazon's that I am just as good as I have always been. I can't show weakness now, not ever. I am the Daredevil! I didn't survive the shit I have to back down from anything I do now. This match is not going to be an easy one that's for sure, but I'm not going to give up that easy.

She smiles as she walks down the long hallway until she comes to the elevators. She presses the button and watches the numbers starting to come up to the floor.

Avery: Blaze I'm not afraid of you, and I will be ready for anything that you can throw at me. I'm not going to waste my time telling you that I'm going to kicks your ass all over the ring, when we both it's going to happen anyway. If I were you Blaze I would pray to whatever God you believe in, because you'll be meeting them soon. See you soon, and good luck you're going to need it.

The doors of the elevator soon opens and Avery steps inside.

Voice Over: "Whosoever shed last blood. By man shall his blood be shed. For immunity of god make he the man. Destroy all that which is evil. So that which is good may flourish. And I shall count thee among my favored sheep. And you shall have the protection of all the angels in heaven."

The doors soon close and the numbers start to go down as the scene fades to black.

[Jonnie Valentine]

[Backstage at the Well Fargo Center, "Mr Dropkick" Jonnie Valentine is on the phone in an intense negotiation with one Joseph Frank Pesci. At his side lending moral support is Syberus. Ronnie the Merch Guy is looking on anxiously, chewing on his cigar]


Jonnie Valentine: (on the phone) Come on, Pesci, you can throw a bunch of assholes into barbed wire and it doesn't make it Hardkore Helloween. With my stamp of approval, you have the lineage, the rich history...


Ronnie the Merch Guy: (with cigar in his mouth) Da majesty!


Jonnie Valentine: That's right, the goddamn majesty. That's what your buying, Pesci! Fucking majesty! You know how you pay for majesty? Out the nose. (hears an answer he likes) I'll have my people be in touch.


[Jonnie hangs up the phone and claps his hands]


Jonnie Valentine: Hot damn!


[Kilroy Evans walks by]


Kilroy Evans: What's the good news?


Jonnie Valentine: SWAT is buying Hardkore Helloween.


Kilroy Evans: Isn't that a Hardkore show?


Jonnie Valentine: I'm not running shows anymore. Shows lose money. I'm Mr Dropkick. I make money.


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Yes he does.


[Ronnie holds up the new Jonnie Valentine body pillow]


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Just in time for Christmas.


Kilroy Evans: Why does it have a boner?


Jonnie Valentine: That just happened naturally when they did the molding process on me.


Ronnie the Merch Guy: (takes his cigar out) Perfectly natural, kid.


Kilroy Evans: So...is everything for sale?


Jonnie and Ronnie: (together, over top of one another) Pretty much/Of course/Why would you say something like dat?


Jonnie Valentine: Here, let me explain. Syberus? Please?


[Syberus nods and sits down at a piano backstage. He begins masterfully playing sad but inspirational piano music]


Jonnie Valentine: Look, if Joe Pesci doesn't buy it, it's just going to sit on the shelf, getting old, obsolete, like the STD infested Robbie Cox.


Ronnie the Merch Guy: And no one wants dat, kid.


Kilroy Evans: (shudders) I don't want that.


Jonnie Valentine: Of course you don't. This allows an entirely new generation to lose their good looks, forehead flesh, and career longevity in between those spirals of hell wire.


Kilroy Evans: I...I think I understand.


Jonnie Valentine: (ruffles Kilroy's hair) Of course you do.


Ronnie the Merch Guy: (brings phone over) I got Deutschland Pro on the line to buy the Frank Marano Cup!


Jonnie Valentine: I gotta take this. Now run along and give Rajiv Khan The Bad Touch for me!


Kilroy Evans: Thanks.


[Ronnie the Merch Guy comes over with a skateboard]


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Here kid. You forgot this.


Kilroy Evans: That's not mine.


Ronnie the Merch Guy: That's probably why that kid was hollering so much. I might have to lay low at your place for a whiles. You gotta couch and high speed internet? And lots a ash trays. 

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: It's time now for Avery McCullen and Blaze Freya.

Andrew Fulton: And both ladies are far from happy. Blaze lost to Suzi Spitz, and while Avery wasn't booked at the Memorial show, she was on had another show down with Linda on Suits Suite and lets not forget at Mass Effect lost the Amazon title to Joanne Canelli.

Jeremy Tucker: Then add in how Maddox turned on his own wife and joined KGB can't be sitting with her very well.

Andrew Fulton: Both women will definitely be out for blood. Let’s go to the ring.

Frank Salazar: This match is one fall! First weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds, from Blackpool, England...This is Blaze Freya!

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

Jeremy Tucker: You can tell that Blaze is definitely ready for this match.

Andrew Fulton: Avery is going to have to watch herself.

Frank Salazar: And her opponent, weighing in at one hundred and thirty five pounds from Dublin, Ireland...Avery McCullen!

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


Avery quickly hops around the ring much like a boxer would before jumping up on the middle rope. She waits for the crowd reaction before retiring into her corner. She watches Blaze, who is circling the ring like a caged animal

[The bell sounds and the match is underway. Avery and Blaze slowly walk towards the center of the ring and an epic stare down has begun. The crowd is already on its feet in the background as Avery and Blaze begin to jaw a bit between each other. Suddenly Avery is the first to strike a blow with a right hand. Blaze quickly follows up with a right hand of her own. The two trade right hands in the center of the ring before Avery takes control, staggering Blaze against the ropes. Avery goes for an Irish whip, but Blaze counters. Blaze telegraphs a back body drop and catches a kick to the head from the former Amazon champion. Blaze staggers back as Avery springs off the ropes and levels the former Pan Am champion with a Mafia kicks. The momentum of the blow sends Blaze through the ropes and crashing to the concrete floor. Blaze slams the ground in frustration as Avery waves for her to get back into the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: Avery is on fire here in the early moments of this match.

Andrew Fulton: But the fat lady is far from singing Jerry, Blaze always has a plan.

Blaze takes her time before re-entering the ring. The two circle around each other before tying up in the center of the ring. The two jockey for position against the ropes before Avery is able to gain the advantage, forcing Blaze into the corner. The referee asks for a clean break and Avery slowly backs off, giving it to him. Blaze cautiously comes out of the corner before the two women circle around each other again. The two women tie up in the center of the ring, this time Blaze takes the advantage. Blaze forces Avery back into the corner. The referee asks for the break again and Blaze slowly backs up before cracking Avery across the face with a slap.

Crowd: Ohhhhhhh!

Jeremy Tucker: What a total show of disrespect!

Andrew Fulton: Blaze is trying to get inside the head of Avery with that slap and cause her to lose her temper. This is a great strategy.

Avery stands in the corner holding her face from shock as Blaze talks trash in the center of the ring. Avery charges out of the corner and locks up with Blaze again. The two women scrap for position before Avery finally launches Blaze across the ring with a shove, showing off her power. Blaze quickly gets up and charges toward Avery but is met with a slap that sends her down to the canvas.

Andrew Fulton: It looks like Avery is going to fight fire with fire.

Jeremy Tucker: Avery is not going to take a sign of disrespect lightly.

Blaze sits on the canvas on one knee, rubbing the left side of her face. Blaze slowly gets back up to her feet as the two women circle around each other one more time. The two women lock up again but Blaze takes Avery down with a headlock. Avery quickly counters into a head scissors. Avery is unable to lock in the move as Blaze kicks out of it and kicks up to her feet. Blaze looks for an elbow drop but Avery moves out of the way. Avery quickly locks on a front chancery and begins to pummel the top of the head of Blaze with Muay Tai knee strikes. Blaze manages to get back up to her feet and counter the front chancery with a hammerlock. Avery charges toward the corner before falling to the canvas, allowing Blaze’s momentum to drive her shoulder first into the top turnbuckle. Avery quickly gets up and drives her shoulder into the abdomen of Blaze several times before following up with an Irish whip. Avery charges in but Blaze springs up to the middle rope. However, Avery anticipates this and catches Blaze off the middle rope with a devastating German suplex. Avery quickly gets up and springs off the ropes, drilling Blaze in the head with a low dropkick that sends her under the bottom rope and crashing to the concrete floor.

Jeremy Tucker: Avery continues to control the pace of the match here early on.

Andrew Fulton: Avery has always been known to the fly around the ring, But Blaze is going to have to slow down the pace of this match if she has any hopes of winning.

Blaze is slow to her feet but as soon as she gets up she is leveled with a suicide dive from Avery! Both women are down but Avery is the first back up to her feet. Avery grabs Blaze by her hair and bounces her head off the announce table. Avery maintains her grip of Blaze’s hair before flinging Blaze recklessly into the steel ringside barricade. Avery takes a step back before charging Blaze, who instinctively backdrops Avery over the barricade and into the first row. Avery riles in pain as Blaze shoves Salazar off his chair. Blaze takes the chair and sets it up in front of the barricade before taking a few steps back. As Avery stands up, Blaze charges and launches herself off the steel chair, blasting Avery with a clothesline. Both women are down in the first and second row but Avery is the first one back to her feet. Avery grabs Blaze by the hair and drops her, throat first, across the steel ringside barricade. Blaze continues to lay across the barricade as Avery heads through the crowd.

Jeremy Tucker: Where is Avery going?

Andrew Fulton: I have no idea!

Avery finally gets to where she wants to be before climbing onto the steel barricade. Avery leaps off the steel barricade, driving Blaze throat first across it with a guillotine leg drop. Blaze snaps back off the concrete, holding her throat in pain, as Avery begins to taunt the crowd. Avery climbs back over the barricade only to throw Blaze back into the ringside area. Avery then grabs Blaze by the ears before throwing her back into the ring. The former Amazon champion climbs back into the ring and drags Blaze over to the ropes, before using the middle to choke her with it. Avery holds onto the choke and releases it before the referee counts to five. Blaze crawls over to the corner and Avery picks her up by her hair before connecting with a right hand. Blaze falls back into the corner before Avery lands some heavy strikes to the head and body. Avery goes for an Irish whip but Blaze counters, sending Avery crashing into the turnbuckles. Blaze charges in but is caught with a boot to the face from Avery. Avery climbs to the middle rope as Blaze staggers into the center of the ring. Blaze turns around and is leveled with a middle rope dropkick.

Jeremy Tucker: Tremendous offensive manoeuvre by Avery McCullen! Right now she is in firm control and Blaze looks to be in trouble right here.

Avery mounts Blaze and connects with a barrage of right hands before picking her up. Avery connects with a snapmare before drilling Blaze in the back with a low dropkick. Avery quickly sprints off the ropes and connects with a running elbow drop. Avery picks up Blaze by the hair and shoots her into the ropes. Avery looks for a back body drop but Blaze counters with a kick to the head. Avery stumbles backwards as Blaze bounces off the ropes. Blaze charges with a clothesline but Avery ducks under it before sprinting off the ropes and planting Blaze to the canvas with a spear. Blaze rolls out of the ring and to the floor but is given no chance to rest as Avery gives chase. Avery catches Blaze with a forearm to the back that sends Blaze down to all fours. Avery picks Blaze up and goes for an Irish whip, but instead pulls back into a vicious clothesline. Avery scoops up Blaze off the concrete before ramming her spine first into the edge of the canvas. Avery backs up again before driving Blaze’s spine again into the edge of the canvas. Avery turns her attention to the steel ring post as she drives Blaze’s spine first into the unforgiving steel. Blaze crumbles to the concrete in pain as Avery continues to taunt the crowd.

Jeremy Tucker: Stop worrying about the fans and concentrate on the match.

Andrew Fulton: That could come back to haunt her if she’s not careful.

Avery picks up Blaze yet again and this time sends her crashing into the steel ringside barricade. Avery charges and connects with a clothesline, sending Blaze over the guardrail and into the first row. Avery climbs over the barricade and into the crowd before trying to drill Blaze in the back with a forearm but Blaze quickly counters with a mule kick to ...well the female regions below, which immediately drops Avery to the concrete.

Jeremy Tucker: That should be it. Where’s the referee?

Andrew Fulton: He is struggling to get through the crowd. Blaze got away with one there.

Blaze picks up Avery by the hair and throws her face first into a concrete retaining wall. Blaze kneels over and tries to catch her breath as Avery lies on the concrete floor. Blaze scoops up Avery and goes for an Irish whip, but Avery counters, sending Blaze into the retaining wall. Blaze stumbles backwards ...into the waiting arms of Avery McCullen, who catches her with a German suplex ...down the stairs.

Jeremy Tucker: Blaze has just been German suplexed down a flight of stairs by Avery. Blaze is in trouble.

Avery slowly walks down the stairs before burying her boot into the abdomen of Blaze, sending her rolling down the rest of the steps and smacking against the inside wall of the steel ringside barricade. Avery picks Blaze up and disposes of her over the barricade and back to the ringside area before following her over. Avery scoops up Blaze and rams her spine first into the steel ring post. Blace lies against the ring post as Avery backs up. Avery charges forward with a clothesline, but Blaze moves, allowing Avery to wrap here right arm and shoulder around the steel ring post. Avery stands stunned against the ring post, her face showing the hurt that her shoulder has just gone through. Blaze quickly gets up and sandwiches Avery’s shoulder to the steel ring post with a Mafia kick. Avery falls to the concrete and is writhing in pain as Blaze drops to a knee, trying to regroup.

Jeremy Tucker: What a vicious shot by Blaze. That should have separated Avery’s shoulder.

Andrew Fulton: That was vicious Jerry: Never count out Freya, she will never give up i tell you!

Jeremy Tucker: Neither will Avery, even with all she has been thru with Mike and the KGB double cross, she still is out here giving her all..

Blaze quickly mounts the back of Avery before smashing her face with cross face strikes. Avery covers up and Blaze quickly transitions over into a mixed martial arts style arm bar. Avery screams out in pain as Blaze wrenches back on the hold. Avery begins to tap frantically on the outside, which just makes Blaze apply more pressure to the submission.

Andrew Fulton: Avery McCullen is tapping out! This match should be over!

Jeremy Tucker: It doesn't matter Andrew. The only way to win this match would be to pin or get yourself intentionally disqualified.

Andrew Fulton : Since when? What is this rubbish, almost as bad as musical freakin chairs!

Avery begins to pull herself toward the ring and after a few excruciatingly tough minutes, Avery is able to break free of the hold by sliding under the ring. Blaze tries to drag Avery out from under the ring ,but catches a thumb to the eyes. Blaze stumbles back but as Avery pulls herself from under the ring, Blaze connects with a running knee to the face. Avery is pulled up from the concrete by her hair before being tossed shoulder first into the steel ring steps. Blaze picks up Aver and slams her face first off the ringside apron before being rolled back into the ring. Blaze puts Avery back on her feet before connecting with a couple of stinging right hands. Blaze sends Avery off the ropes and connects with a solid scoop powerslam! She goes for the cover…

1…….

2..

Kickout!

Blaze yells at the referee about the speed of the count but the referee says it was only a two count. Blaze takes it out on Avery as she mounts her. Blaze rains a vicious onslaught of blows to the head. Avery tries to cover up but is sliced open with razor blade like shots. However Avery is able to get to the ropes and break the hold.

Jeremy Tucker: There has been a nasty cut opened up over the right eye and bridge of the nose of Avery McCullen. This could pose some problems with her vision.

Blaze gets up and immediately begins to stomp on the bad arm of Avery McCullen. Avery screams in pain as Blaze picks her up. Blaze puts Avery in a standing wrist lock before leaping over the top rope and stun gunning the shoulder across the top rope. Avery falls back into the center of the ring and drops an elbow onto the already bloody head of Avery. Blaze picks Avery up and slams her to the canvas with a snap suplex. Blaze picks up Avery and connects with a right hand before slamming her face first off the top turnbuckle. Blaze connects with another right hand before going for an Irish whip. Avery counters and sends Blaze crashing into the corner. Avery charges and is caught with a back elbow to the face which sends her stumbling into the center of the ring. Blaze charges out of the corner but is caught with a powerslam. Both women are down and hurt in the center of the ring as the crowd is amazed at this tremendous contest.

Jeremy Tucker: Both ladies are down. Who is going to find that magic combination that gets them the win?

Andrew Fulton: My money is on Blaze, as always!.

Avery is up to her feet and sprints off the ropes but only into the waiting arms of Blaze, who slams her to the canvas with a belly to belly suplex! Blaze quickly grabs the feet of Avery and twists her into the sharpshooter. Avery screams in pain as she looks frantically for a way to get out of the hold. Avery then tries to push her way out of the hold, but her bad arm gives way.

Andrew Fulton: Avery’s shoulder just gave out trying to get out of that submission. She’s in big time trouble.

Avery scratches and claws with her one good shoulder and somehow manages to get to the bottom rope. Blaze releases the hold but not before picking up Avery by the leg and driving her knee into the canvas.

Jeremy Tucker: Blaze is picking Avery apart.

Andrew Fulton: First she took out the shoulder and now she’s looking to injure the leg.

Blaze looks for the sharpshooter again but this time Avery meets Blaze with a bunch of stiff left hands. Blaze stumbles back as Avery gets back up to her feet, landing left hand after left hand. Avery goes for an Irish whip, but Blaze counters. Avery holds onto the ropes and does not rebound back toward Blaze but she is met with a clothesline that takes both laides up and over the top rope and crashing to the concrete floor. Blaze is first up to her feet as she peppers the challenger with right hands. Blaze picks up Avery and goes for an Irish whip, but Avery counters, sending Blaze crashing spine first into the steel ring steps. Avery picks up Blaze and slams her face first off the steel ringside barricade. Avery then picks Blaze up and drives her crotch first into the steel ring post.

Andrew Fulton: How is that not a disqualification?

Jeremy Tucker: I guess it makes up for the one Blaze landed earlier.

Avery scrapes Blaze off the concrete and rolls her back into the ring. Avery follows her in and catches a boot, before taking Blaze down to the canvas with a leg drag. Avery holds onto the leg and quickly transitions into a figure four leg lock. Blaze screams out in pain as she frantically searches for the ropes. Blaze, after a few gruelling moments, is finally able to reach the bottom rope. Avery holds onto the hold until the count of four before releasing it, avoiding disqualification. Blaze crawls away from Avery as Avery complains about the referee’s involvement. Blaze pulls herself up using the ropes but is immediately caught with a clothesline that sends Blaze over the top rope and crashing onto the concrete floor yet again. Avery follows her before grabbing her by the hair and slamming her face first off the steel ring post.

Jeremy Tucker: Blaze was unable to get her hands up to deflect the blow and she has been busted open right here. .

Avery, smelling blood, once again picks up Blaze and slams her face first off the steel ring post, further opening the wound. Avery is relentless as she picks up Blaze and for a third time smashes her cranium off the steel ring post. Avery walks away from Blaze and goes around the ring, stopping once to look over at Blaze, who is getting to her feet and trying to get back in the ring. The referee decides now is a great time to start a count out (couldn't he have done it before?) and starts to count.

Jeremy Tucker: Be careful Avery. You’ll get counted out.

Avery walks with purpose, then slides into the ring and she has a steel chair with her. The referee grabs it from her and Avery begins to argue with the referee. Avery flips off the referee before stomping away on the back of the head of Blaze. Avery picks Blaze up and once again slams her face first into the steel ring post, which has now opened up a huge gash on the forehead of Blaze. Blaze crumbles to the mat as Avery plays it up for the crowd. Avery reaches down and pulls Blaze up and unleashes a barrage of right hands onto Blaze’s already bloody forehead. Avery picks up Blaze and shoves her back against the turnbuckle. Blaze is out on her feet as Avery laughs right in her face. Avery catches Blaze with a right hand and Blaze falls to the mat. Avery looks down and nudges Blaze with the toe of her boot. She picks up the legs of Blaze ...and locks in a figure four.

Jeremy Tucker: Four leaf clover! This has got to be it.

Blaze is screaming in pain and she's trying to get up and make it to the ropes but Avery has them in the middle of the ring. Finally Blaze can’t take it anymore and she taps ...the referee calls for the bell!

Frank Salazar: Your winner ...The Daredevil Avery McCullen!

Andrew Fulton: What the hell, Avery tapped earlier and you said they couldn’t win the match that way!

Jeremy Tucker: That was OUT of the ring Fulton.

Avery jumps out of the ring and starts up the ramp, no celebration, she is like she is devoid of emoition as the referee is helping Blaze to her feet.

[suzispitz]

~ ❤ ~

Just Sayin'

~ ❤ ~

There is something to be said for anyone who captures a title, in a major promotion, be it S.W.A.T., or any other...

And what can be said about your new Pan~Am Champion is much more than a mouthful...

Some may find it hard to believe that for only the second time in her nearly twenty years in this business, this Little Piece of Heaven, that's Hotter than Hell has finally attained a title that she does so truly love...

but it's true.

Suzi Spitz absolutely adores her pretty gold belt, even if she is using a temporary paper banner thingie of some old title she found on google, and made with an Apple Computer from 1987, while The Spitz Foundation™ spends millions of Suzi's hard earned dollars, to give the real title a complete makeover.

It's a title that, while not quite as important than the Women's Championship, is, in fact, the most important belt she's ever won... even more meaningful to her, than when she became the first ever AAA Undisputed World Champion, way back in 2001.

And that's saying a lot.

It's a title she took from Blaze Freya... a name only barely recognized in the major leagues, however, it's a name held in high regard amongst the thousands who follow the minor leagues of this business.

She was told, by one of the people running probably the biggest promotion on The Facebook Circuit, that she would never be the best female competitor in wrestling, until she beat Blaze Freya...

And she did exactly that.

So, after nine long, hard, years of hunting Freya down, then taking the Pan~Am Championship from the number one Baddest Bitch those people have ever known...

ANYONE challenging The Violent Vixen, for what she now considers the most relevant title in professional wrestling had better realize, that Suzi will fight to the death to keep her most prized possession.

And tonight...

Lucky Linda La Fey will find herself in what Suzi would call A World of Sh*t.

Because no matter what people are saying, the facts will be clearly defined when Linda La Fey steps into the ring with a woman who's only objective is to be the greatest champion SWAT has ever seen...

facts that Linda will have to face...

facts... not luck.

Facts like The Violent Vixen will bury her foot so far in Linda's ass, that her great grandchildren will be born with hotpink birthmarks on their asses, in the shape of Suzi''s boot.

Still, there is a silver lining to brighten the dark cloud, which envelopes Lucky Linda... for tonight, it is she, who will make history, as she becomes the first to fall, in Suzi's quest to be the bestest little champion you ever did see.

In closing, Suzi Spitz wishes to express her apologies, in advance, for the unbelievable beating Miss Le Fey is going to receive, but congratulate her on becoming the very first jewel to be added to the new Pan~Am Championship Belt.

That's all.

You can go now.

~ ❤ ~

[Kilroy]

[The shot cuts to Kilroy Evans, standing in the production booth. He's smiling as he stands in front of the bank of monitors keeping track of what's going on in the building. Over his shoulder, the door is blocked by the skateboard he was gifted by Ronnie The Merch Guy. There is a lot of banging on the door and angry shouting. Kilroy remains unphased.]

Kilroy Evans: Hey y'all, watch this!

[Kilroy presses a button on a nearby console. As he does, the skateboard falls away from the door with a thud. Kilroy looks over at it and back at the camera.]

Kilroy Evans: *laughs* I'm in danger!

[The door bursts open as the shot cuts to a video. It's a simple white room with a framed photo of Kilroy Evans, sitting on an easel. A narrator who either is or sounds very close to Stephen Fry begins to speak.]

Narrator: Kilroy Evans. An industry veteran and a wily competitor has returned to active competition as a wrestler in SWAT. This can only mean one thing, when you think about it. It's necessary for Kilroy Evans to get a re---

???: Wait a minute!

[The narrator is cut off as Kilroy himself runs into the shot and suddenly tosses the picture and easel out of the shot.]

Narrator: Oh, hello there. I wasn't aware you'd be joining us.

Kilroy Evans: I had to! You were about to say the "r" word and I don't know if I was going to be okay with it.

Narrator: I don't think there's anything to worry about. It's a simple re---

Kilroy Evans: But that's the thing!

[There's a pause.]

Narrator: I'd like to point out that it's rather rude to keep interrupting me.

Kilroy Evans: I---yeah, that's true. My bad. But I just don't wanna get rebooted!

Narrator: ...rebooted?

Kilroy Evans: Yeah, that's what happens here, right? I'm back but, in order to keep relevant, I'm reconstituted in a new form that newer audiences would probably connect to more. Is that happening? What is Kilroy now? Am I a woman this time? That's not a bad thing in and of itself, but I don't think that's helpful for what I usually get up to.

[Kilroy looks up with a worried expression. Another pause and an audible sigh from the narrator.]

Narrator: No. You're not a woman. You're also not being "rebooted." In fact, if you'd let me finish my original sentence, you would have heard me say that this is not a reboot, but a reintroduction.

Kilroy Evans: You mean...?

Narrator: Yes. *mutters* Ridiculous.

{A large arrow appears above Kilroy, pointing down to him.}

Narrator: This man...is Kilroy Evans.

[Kilroy smiles and waves.]

Narrator: He has returned to professional wrestling after previously retiring. How did that happen again?

Kilroy Evans: Oh, that's easy! I got back from the memorial show and my wife, Emily, and my daughter, Joan, sat down with me. They said that I'd been happier after the show than I'd ever been since retiring. Now, I protested that and reminded them of my devoted attention to fatherly and husbandly duties. They agreed, but felt I should get back into wrestling as that was clearly something that I needed in my life still. Then they helped me pack again and wished me the best in my future endeavors in SWAT.

[Kilroy stops talking and thinks back over his words.]

Kilroy Evans: Son of a...I think I got fired from retirement!

Narrator: Be that as it may, it's been deemed only fair to warn people of the man they might find themselves facing off against in future SWAT matches.

Kilroy Evans: It is fair. It's also required by law.

Narrator: However, as his career is a bit...lengthy...to describe here, a quick visual substitute has been provided.

[The shot cuts to another all white room. Or possibly the same one, who's to say. A small, scale replica of a wrestling ring is on the floor. It has a pair of sneakers, jeans, and a t-shirt dropped sloppily dropped onto it. It's quickly followed by other items hazardly tossed onto the pile.]

Narrator: Wait for it...

{A rope it tied around it and it's hoisted into the air. A table is placed directly under it. In a series of jumpcuts, the table is wrapped in barbedwire, thumbtacks and LEGOs are rained down upon it, a ladder and folding chair are thrown against it, and that's followed by various other weapons. Finally, the table is doused in gas and set on fire. The replica ring drops from its suspended position and it crashes into the table, collapsing it.}

Narrator: Nearly done.

[The mess sits burning for a few minutes until a red lquid, viscous and blood-like, drops from the ceiling onto the pile. The covered pile emits a worrisome sizzling noise. The shot cuts back to Kilroy.]

Narrator: I think that sums things up nicely. But an important question remains.

Kilroy Evans: Shoot.

Narrator: Now that you've returned...what are you going to do?

Kilroy Evans: Oh! Easy.

[Kilroy looks into the camera. He smiles a wide, unsettling smile.]

Kilroy Evans: I'm gonna do the best I can.

[Kilroy laughs hard as the video ends. The shot cuts to outside the production booth, just in time to see Kilroy get tossed out onto the ground. He gets up, dusting himself off and looking indignant.]

Kilroy Evans: Excuse me, I had a hat!

[As the door to the booth closes, Kilroy is hit in the face by a flying SWAT ballcap, which scoops up with a triumphant smile.]

Kilroy Evans: Suckers! *looks at the camera* Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go show off my new hat to Rajiv Khan.

[Kilroy heads back toward the ring, laughing as he goes. The shot cuts elsewhere.]

[SWAT Team]

Frank Salazar: "Ladies and gentlemen this match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from New Delhi, India. he comes in at 5'9" and weighs in at 190lbs. Please welcome Rajiv Khan."

(Nimooba! Nimooba!" plays and Rajiv Khan drives to ringside in a new Lyft cab as the ringsiders cheer him. He gets out of the cab wearing loose Bollywood style pants and is yelling and flipping off the ringsiders who are still cheering for their favorite cabbie.)

Frank Salazar: "Now introducing from Attbury, SC, he comes in at 5’11 and 238 lbs ... KILROY EVANS!!!!

[Let The Games Begin" by AJR hits and Kilroy walks to the ring at a relaxed pace, taking time to talk to the fans, having a laugh with them, he points out signs he finds particularly funny. It's clear as he enters that Kilroy is intent on enjoying every part of the match, start to finish. Once he's in the ring, he's still all smiles, but is completely focused on his opponent now. Kilroy locks eyes on Khan, barely blinking as he stares at him. ]


[Kilroy Evans and Rajiv Khan lock up dead centre. Kilroy twists Khan into a wristlock. Khan elbows Kilroy in the face to break the hold, then slaps Kilroy across the face!]

Andrew Fulton: Rajiv Khan not impressed with the veteran Kilroy Evans, showing no fear!

Jeremy Tucker: Everyone should fear Kilroy Evans... for what his mind is capable of if nothing else!!

[Khan ducks a clothesline from Kilroy and comes back with a body shot. Running off the ropes, Khan takes Kilroy down with a forearm smash. Kilroy rolls back to his feet to be caught with a snapmare from Rajiv Khan.]

Referee Frederik Gunnarson : 1... (Kilroy kicks out)

Jeremy Tucker: Jab to the eye from Kilroy Evans, and he takes Khan down with a face-first full nelson leg sweep!!

Andrew Fulton: An early introduction to the canvas for Rajiv Khan's face.

Jeremy Tucker: Kilroy Evans off the back of a great return win vs. Syberus, looking to keep the momentum going here against Khan.

Andrew Fulton: Maybe with a point to prove that he should be in that title match tonight.

Jeremy Tucker: Belly to Belly suplex from Kilroy Evans! The former world champion starting to move through the gears.

Referee Frederik Gunnarson: 1... (Khan kicks out)

Andrew Fulton: Khan cutting off Kilroy Evans as he pulls him back to his feet, and hitting a chinbreaker, giving himself some time.

Jeremy Tucker: And cutting short that momentum in the process. Kilroy backs off, Khan catches him with a russian leg sweep.

[Rajiv Khan applies a sleeper hold dead centre. Kilroy grimaces as the air is drained from his throat. ]

Jeremy Tucker: Kilroy Evans fighting back here and driving Khan back into the turnbuckle, slamming him into it and breaking free of the sleeper.

Andrew Fulton: But Rajiv Khan explodes from the corner with a huge clothesline!!

[Khan heads to pick up Kilroy but gets balled up with a small package.]

Jeremy Tucker: Look out!

Referee Frederik Gunnarson: 1... 2... (Khan kicks out)

Jeremy Tucker: Rajiv Khan almost caught out there!

Andrew Fulton: And he's not happy with that!

[Khan responds with a boot to the back of Kilroy's head. Screaming with indecipherable rage at Kilroy, he picks him up and whips him to the ropes.]

Jeremy Tucker: Khan sends Kilroy flipping over a knee to the midsection!

Andrew Fulton: Khan hooks up Kilroy with a reverse DDT!!

Referee Frederik Gunnarson: 1... 2... (Kilroy kicks out)

[Kilroy shakes off the cobwebs after suffering the DDT. Khan glares at the ref and drags Kilroy back to his feet.]

Jeremy Tucker: Kilroy digs into Khan's arm with a bite!!

Andrew Fulton: Why Kilroy?? Who does that??

[Khan howls in pain and the ref admonishes Kilroy. Khan comes reeling back furiously but gets crushed with a spear!!]

Jeremy Tucker: Look at this! Could be it!

Referee Frederik Gunnarson: 1... 2... (Rajiv kicks out)

[There is a huge bellowing sound, and everyone looks up the rampwy to see what it is, and there is an elephant heading down the ring.]

Andrew Fulton : What the heck is this! An elephant is making its way down to the ring! And look up there, there is an Indian riding it!

Jeremy Tucker : Holy Shit! I know him, thats Mohammad Khan! Rajiv’s cousin!

Andrew Fulton : How do you know that Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : It’s called research Fulton, Mohammad is a much loved wrestler in India and a Prince of the country.

[We see he is decked out in all sorts of jewellery, and directing the Elephant down to the ring, the elephant gets a bit spooked by the crowd and rears back on its back two legs and then stomps down, crushing the cab of Rajiv, his eyes widen in shock and Mohammad runs down the runk of the elephant and dives off towards Kilroy, who was en joying watching the action, but saw him coming and last minute sidestepped the attack and Mohammad crashes to the amt and rolls out of the ring. Kilroy Evans takes Rajiv Khan back to his feet, and goes for the Irish Whip, but takes hold and jerks Khan back for a massive head butt.]

Jeremy Tucker: Shake Hands With Danger!!

Andrew Fulton: He certainly did!!

[Rajiv Khan staggers back and rebounds off the ropes into a Diamond Cutter.]

Jeremy Tucker: THE BAD TOUCH!!

Referee Frederik Gunnarson: 1... 2... 3!!!

[“Let The Games Begin” by AJR plays again and the crowd pop while Kilroy gets back to his feet, having his hand raised by the referee.]

Jeremy Tucker: Kilroy Evans makes short work of Rajiv Khan here, showing that he's still got plenty of gas left in the tank.

Andrew Fulton: Two wins from two now for Kilroy, he's always been one of the most dangerous and unpredictable competitors in professional wrestling... where will he go next??

[We fade on the Kilroy celebrating with the crowd as the music plays, Mohammad rolls into the ring and helps his cousin back to his feet, and Rajiv is staring at his crushed taxi cab in horror, Mohammad ushers him and the elephant to the back.]

[SWAT Team]

[Switch to the back, where road agents are running around frantically trying to work out what to do with an Elephant in the arena. The crumpled Taxi has been towed to garage and Mohammed pops the boot and it is filled with hay and the Elephant starts eating it.]

Rajiv Khan : (in his heavy guttural Indian accent) Look at my automobile Mohammad! This is unacceptable my cousin.

Mohammad Khan : (in his British i could be a Super Villain on 24 Indian Accent) What are you doing here Rajiv? Back home, you were a banker and over here, you are like a slave.

Rajiv Khan : I am making it Mohammad! I am no one’s slave! That is the Wildcat Lynn Brewster!

Mohammad Khan : We trained to be the best wrestlers to come out of India. You are three hundred and forty seventh in line for the throne. This life you are living here, it is an embarrassment to you and to me and to our family.

Rajiv Khan : I am not embarrassed. It is called, paying your dues. I am doing the hard yards, the fans of SWAT, they see it, they cheer me now, and love me and my work ethic. Soon, i will be the most popular wrestler in the history of SWAT!

Mohammad Khan : You can not win a match my cousin. This is why i am here, i am here to team with you and together, we will become the SWAT Tag Team Champions.

Rajiv Khan : You will want to do better than that debut. You missed Kilroy by an Indian Mile.

Mohammad Khan : The rings here are a little different in circumference, and Sabu moved as i was launching.

Rajiv Khan : Sabu?

Mohammad Khan : My pet Elephant and transportation vehicle.

Rajiv Khan : Well, SABU ruined MY TRANSPORTATION VEHICLE! How many fares are we going to get on Sabu?

Mohammad Khan : We don’t need fares. I am an Indian Prince, and you are my tag team partner. We will ...

Rajiv Khan : We is it? What is with this WE!? IT is never we with you my cousin, only YOU! But look at you here, you are just another nobody immigrant like myself. These fans don’t care what we were back home, only how we can entertain them. You managed to do a pretty good job of that falling off Sabu, great first impression that was.

Mohammad Khan : You ungrateful ingrate. I am here to help YOU! Why do you always have to be so jealous.

Rajiv Khan : I am not jealous. I am trying to do something here.

Mohammad Khan : Well, all i have seen you doing here , is losing.

Rajiv Khan : You do not understand, the competitors here, are the best in the world. SWAT is the top of the mountain, and once i make it here, i will be the best of the best!

Mohammad Khan : Right now, you are the worst of the best my cousin.

Rajiv Khan : I will show you, i am putting my hand up for End of Days. I will go there and represent SWAT in this XHF Network extravaganza, and there the worst of SWAT (he spits the words out like a curse) will beat the rest of the whole XHF! I will show you ALL!

[Rajiv storms off, his cousin Mohammad smiling, that is the spirit he wants to see. He pats Sabu fondly on the trunk as we fade.]

[SWAT Team]

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

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

Soutter : Welcome to SUITS SUITE!!! Tonight, i have a very special guest lined up, one i couldn’t reveal to my partner in crime Mr Pesci earlier, in case he tried to hijack the Suite and interview her all to himself.

Before we get to that though, let’s talk business. Snow Flake business.

Frostbite, how freaking dumb are you? How many times do i have to tell you inbetween caving your stupid skull. I DID let it go. I pushed to re sign you to the fed, and the moment you got back, all YOU could do, was cry about how you were disrespected before!

You want an apology from me? For what? Telling people what YOU did? YOU did it! YOU! You should be the one who apologises, and not to me, but to all these stinking filthy turkeys in the crowd, eating up your BS!

[Crowd boo’s and jeers and start throwing stuff in the ring.]

Soutter : That’s right. Ohhh the outrage! I wouldn’t be so offended if i were you Silly Philli’s. We have been in places that smell worse.

Snow Flake. You cry and make excuses that I only defeated you because it wasn’t a fair fight and the KGB assisted me in my win. Then, you ask for help from all the other guys in the back. But can you trust them? How do you know the next one to come and help you isn’t about to knife you in the back and become the latest Bandit?

Ask Goth. It happens.

[Suit smiles at the latest swerve, the Fairtex Boys joining up.]

As for Mark Maddox. He bit of more than he could chew. Never think someone is using us to get their own means! Never! We call the shots and we deicde who lives and who dies.

Why did we set up poor Mark Maddox and then double cross him, after making him sacrifice his own wife before doing so? Simple. Because WE CAN!

That simpleton thought he had all the answers. Nek minute, he’s in la la land, and may never return from there. So, Rat! That’s what you said you are right, a rat? The Memorial show was just the beginning. You carried on like the hot shot you are, telling the world i am afraid to face you, and i stood there in the middle of the ring, and i beat you within an inch of your life. Then, i got the W.

Tonight, the steel cage. It marks your end! You will be beside Maddox in the ICU and who knows, we may even make a special pair of belts for you two jamooks. SWAT ICU Tag Team Champions! The closest you will ever get to any gold here, i assure you.

Now ... (Suit takes a breathe and composes himself)

Now ... for the Suite! Let’s bring out our guest shall we. She is the NEW Pan AM Champion! A little piece of Heaven that’s hotter than hell!

Suzi Spitz!!! COME ON DOWN!!!

[C.O.D. by ACDC hits and Suzi makes her way down to the ring, she enters and plonks herself casually on the couch with Suit.]

Soutter : Suzi! Welcome to Suites Suite!

Suzi : Thanks, Mad Dog, it's great ta be here. You got this place set up pretty nice... I almost feel like I'm at my luxury suite downtown at The Hilton.

Soutter : It’s great to have you here tonight. Firstly, congrats on your new Championship.

Suzi : Well, Paul, y'know, I usually don't care ta hold a title, 'cause I get 'em thrown at me all the time, wherever I show up... normally, just as soon as I walk in the buildin', and I hate that almost as much as I hate the list of titles a lot of promoters send me, that I can have as a signin' bonus.

But this title? Heh-heh... this one means somethin' to me, so thanks! I'm gonna be the bestest little Pan-Am champion ya ever did see.

Soutter : How are you finding your feet here at SWAT?

Suzi : My feet? Hmmmph... let's see... so far, I've found 'em walkin' all over people like Sabrina Sinstone, Marie Caedes, and Olympia... but more... much more than that, I find my feet buried deep in the ass of Blaze Freya. I mean, does footin' get any better than that?[/color]

Soutter : Blaze Freya claims you never defeated her for that belt, and even if you have two victories over her, one is in a game of musical chairs and the other she was DQ’d ...

Suzi : Phhhtt... who cares? Blaze Freya can claim whatever she wants, except The Pan-Am title, baby, 'cause that claim is all mine, and it's the only claim that matters.

And the fact that she's not smart enough ta sit down, and shut up, especially, when those are the only rules to Musical Chairs, just goes ta show that the bitch has lost a step, or two... probably three.

She's off her game, and out of her league. I proved it. I sat down, and I did it like a boss.

As far as for her gettin' herself disqualified, I guess all I can say is tough tittie. I mean, if ya don't know how ta wrestle, then don't attempt it. It really is that simple.

Soutter : You are set to face Lucky Linda tonight. She is a stalwart around here and tough as nails ... a former Amazons Champion. It’s going to be quite the battle.

Suzi : Guess what, pal... I'm a former Amazon's Champion too. It was kinda forced on me by some jobber's complete lack of wrestlin' skills.

But that ain't the title I'm defendin' here tonight, so it don't matter what belts either of us have held in the past. Tonight is the future of SWAT, and it's all about my Pan-Am Championship.

And lemme tell ya somethin', Paul, I ain't about ta give it up. I TOOK the belt from the bitch everyone in the minor leagues thinks is the best in the business.

I beat her twice. The Pan-Am belt is a whole lot more than just another freebie to me.

So Linda, and everyone who comes after her, is gonna have ta actually beat me to take it.

Soutter : What’s your plan’s heading into the future here in SWAT?

Suzi : I'm glad you asked, Mad Dog, 'cause I brought you a present that answers your question perfectly...

The Violent Vixen points toward a couple of rather trail looking young men, who are walking out to the ring, carefully carrying a large, flat object, which is covered with wrapping paper that says "Happy Birthday!", and tied with a pretty hotpink bow.

SS : Here it comes now. I just know you're gonna love it!

Suzi grins the most wicked of grins, as the men cautiously bring the gift into the ring, and then Paul unwraps it, appearing astonished at what he sees...

SS : Isn't that a freakin' work of art?

That, Mr. Dog, is what my plan is for the future... ta paint a picture of chaos, and violence that is so beautiful!.. heh... Picasso, Divinci, and even Vincent Van Gogh are rollin' in their graves, 'cause as you can see, Paul, when ya strap that Pan-Am title around the waist of The Violent Vixen, all of a sudden, the whole world has ta stop, and admire the Rembrandt that's standin' in the ring, lookin' like a million bucks, and givin' absolutely no fu*ks.

So take a good, long, hard look... LOOK TWICE!.. at the future of SWAT, baby, 'cause I'm standin' right here.

Soutter : The talent pool here in SWAT is incredible, you are going to have a lot of hard work to retain that belt going forward.

Suzi : So what?

Soutter : Feisty. I like it. These morons do too, look at all them Suzi Spitz t-shirts and signs in the crowd.

Suzi : I know, right? You should see my royalty checks... they're ten times more than Lucky Linda makes in a month of matches!

I have a coffee mug too, ya know...

Soutter : Well, it has been nice chatting here on the Suite, we both got big matches coming up, so, any final parting words for us all?

Suzi : Yeah... Buckle up, bitches. Sh*t's about ta get wild.

And Lucky Linda La Fey, before ya hobble your ass out here to my ring, sister, do yourself a favor, and pre-order yourself the finest medical treatment available...

you're gonna need it.

Soutter : Ladies and Gentlemen .... Suzi SPITZ!!!!

[edwarddubin0604]

(Katie Moss catches up to Team Fairtex and The Hired Killers who are in their lockerroom talking.)

Katie Moss: "Team Fairtex everyone's been talking about what you did and are wondering why you did it?"

Tong Fairtex: "Remember we did mention that tonight was going to be a game changer and what happened. We changed the game and if some individuals don't like it too bad. You see Katie there are times that you have to make those hard decisions and we made that decision and never turned back."

Phantam Fairtex: "You see we wrestling is a business and you have to make those decisions. Besides, me being the business side of the team it was a no brainer. Besides, Joe Pesci needed some great business advice and I was happy to supply it and believe me it's better than those stupid retirement plan scams."

Katie Moss: "Did you hear Hells Bouncer call you out earlier and proclaimed the formation of The Royal Family."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah we heard and what kind of name is Royal Family. Who do they think they are some relatives of some minor royals who were too embarrassed to acknowledge they were members of the family."

Phantam Fairtex: "Tell it straight brother."

Tong Fairtex: "Seriously Hells Bouncer you claim you keep getting screwed out of title shots which is a laugh in itself. You screwed yourself out of title shots and you're blaming everyone else for your failures. Did you hear of the concept of something called winning. You know what that is Hells Bouncer? It's called earning victories and climbing the ladder again to earn that title shot."

Phantam Fairtex: "Obviously he believes his own promos."

Tong Fairtex: "Speaking of which why do you keep talking people into sleep mode. Hell if there wasn't a coffee urn in our lockerroom we would have actually fell asleep and you would have won by forfeit or as you would have said 'Team Fairtex chickened out' Well it's not going to happen Hells Bouncer."

Phantam Fairtex: "Never and we mean never happening/"

Tong Fairtex: "We don't care if you recruited this Powerhouse to carry your loser ass. We don't care if you travelled all over the place stealing titles with Powerhouse's help and then retires and comes back just so you can grab some gold again as he carries your ass again."

Phantam Fairtex: "Well let's see if you can earn your way through something called hard work. That's something we did if you can even realize that in that egotistical brain of yours. Now since you have your protégés with you at ringside to run interference and cost us a victory. Well look at who we have here The Hired Killers."

Jade: "You see it goes like this Katie 'You got the money. We got the time and we had plenty of time and so we decided to back our husbands up with some real equalizers."

(They hold up barbed wire baseball bats.)

Kim: "That's right here's our equalizers and we're not afraid to use them either. You have steel pipes and we have this razor wire steel wrapped bats. We could care less what you try Jersey Devils to help your Royal Family members win. We're going to make sure you court jesters don't interfere with Team Fairtex's affairs. So you watch your backs bitches since we're always watching our husbands backs along with anyone who hires us and we know who hired us but we're not telling you or anyone else since we believe in confidentiality."

Tong Fairtex: "Now if you'll excuse us we have some business in and out of the ring. Phantam bring the cordless coffee urn so if our opponents decide to bore or lull us to sleep at least we can counter it with caffeine."

(Phantam picks up the cordless coffee urn.)

Phantam Fairtex: "Got it. let's go."

(They leave the lockerroom.)

Katie Moss: "Well it's going to be quite interesting. Back to you guys."

(The scene fades to black.)

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : This match up next is for the Pan Am Championship, between Suzi Spitz and Linda La Fey, this could be the match of the night and is going to be huge.

[C.O.D. by ACDC hits and Suzi Spitz saunters down to the ring, holding her paper title she had made and high fiving the fans, she stops and hugs a young fan in a Suzi t-shirt and then is surprised as a over enthusiastic fan in a Blaze Freya t-shirt grabs her paper belt and rips it up, Suzi grabs a handful of his hair and head buts him, then heads to the ring.]

[Linger, Cranberries hits and Lucky Linda makes her way down the ramp way, high fiving the fans.]

Frank Salazar : The following contest, is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, hailing from Dublin Ireland and coming in at 5’5 and 130 lbs ... LUCKY LINDA LE FEYYYYY!!!!

And introducing her opponent, she is the current reigning Pan Am Champion ... she hails from New Orleans and comes in at 5’10 and 135 lbs ... she is The Violent Vixen ... SUZI SPITZZZZZ!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Suzi and Linda face to face as they surprisingly shake hands and they lock up both holding even. Linda beginning to overpower Suzi and they break the hold in the corner without the ref getting involved and I see the respect here between the two.


Jeremy Tucker : Suzi waits for Linda to charge in and hip tosses Linda, as Linda immediately gets up and drop kicks Suzi and Suzi delivers another hip toss to Linda and Linda gives Suzi a hip toss of her own and both end up middle of the ring in a stare down and the crowds are cheering them both on

Andrew Fulton : Suzi turns around nails Linda with a wicked clothesline. Suzi starts to stomp away at Linda, Grabbing Linda up and landing a running powerslam onto Linda and covers her immediately from that move.


REF COUNTS


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Jeremy Tucker : Linda kicked out and is holding the lower end of her back from the surprise onslaught Linda got from Suzi. And as Suzi comes towards Linda and then Linda rolls her up into a pinning predicament.


REF COUNTS


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KICK OUT

Andrew Fulton : Suzi kicks out, and stands up as Linda waits and nails a Superkick dropping Suzi like a ton of bricks. Linda takes her and delivers a back breaker, with power she lifted up Suzi. Very Nice indeed.

Jeremy Tucker : Suzi got to be hurting as Linda slowly stands her up and bouncing off the ropes and nails a clothesline. And Suzi still standing and Linda stands up to the middle rope and waits for Suzi to turn around and nails a blockbuster off the middle ropes. Suzi rolling out to the floor.

Andrew Fulton : Both woman giving their all here and Linda gets out of the ring from the other side running around the ring and doing a dropkick in mid air to Suzi. And now Linda grabs Suzi and sends her flying into the steel stairs. Good Grief I love a perfect cat fight.

Jeremy Tucker : Both woman wanting to be the Pan Am Champion and this is what it takes. Linda is in the ring as she asking the ref to count as the ref has been giving alot of leeway here.


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Andrew Fulton : Suzi made it in the ring on a 9 count. Linda takes her and lifts Suzi up and nails a brain buster. And Suzi is looking like she is out. And goes for the cover and before the count Suzi immediately rolls up to her feet.

Jeremy Tucker : Suzi is up on her feet and Linda takes Suzi and lands a European Uppercut and another and another and how the hell is Suzi still standing and Linda backs up and plants Suzi with another Superkick. And Linda covers Suzi this has to be it.


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KICK OUT.

Andrew Fulton : Holy hell Suzi kicked out. and the crowds are going insane.

CROWDS-- THIS IS AWESOME THIS IS AWESOME.. THIS IS AWESOME..

Jeremy Tucker : Suzi is standing up and Linda darts at Suzi and she kicks Linda in the gut and nails Linda with a DDT.. How the hell is Suzi doing this. Suzi takes Linda and sets her up and locks in cobra clutch. OMG Suzi is going to make Linda tap out.

Andrew Fulton : Will Linda tap out as ref is asking. Suzi is leaning back further and making this more painful as Linda very slowly heads to the ropes and she is crawling slowly and is near and grabs the ropes. Ref is making Suzi break it up, Suzi releases.

Jeremy Tucker : Both woman have beaten the hell out of each other. Suzi takes Linda bouncing off the ropes and Suzi nails a spear. Holy Hell a spear and covers Linda.


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Andrew Fulton : Holy Shit, No one is going to get pinned or submit. Suzi signalling for her finisher and takes Linda sets her up and lands a Powerbomb and crosses over into Sharpshooter called The Bitchmaker is in, this is it yes it is it will Linda tap out. Ref is asking Linda.

Jeremy Tucker : Linda is close to the ropes maybe an arm length or two. And Linda looks like she going to tap but reaches the ropes. I can not believe she made it and Suzi breaks the hold. She was Lucky there.

Andrew Fulton : Suzi is complaining to the ref. Linda is setting up very slowly and Another Superkick to Suzi. And Linda takes Suzi to the near corner. Linda heads to the top rope. Linda lands the 450 splash aka Lucky Dip. Its over Linda going to win this and slowly puts her arm over Suzi for the pin.




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KICK OUT.


Jeremy Tucker : This is unreal. Suzi barely made it out of the finisher. This is crazy and Linda is pounding on the mat thinking she had the 3 count. Linda takes Suzi stands her up and looking to nail another Superkick and Suzi ducks it and kicks Linda in the gut and nails another Powerbomb into Sharpshooter. Known as The Bitchmaker. And its locked in the middle of the ring.

Andrew Fulton : Suzi is locking it in tightly, and Linda is trying to move and cant move at all and Linda is tapping out, its over its over Linda has tapped out, Suzi breaks the hold and lays on the mat both exhausted.


BELL RINGS DING DING DING.


Frank Salazar : WINNER BY SUBMISSION AND STILL PAN AM CHAMPION SUZI SPITZZZZZZZZZ.


Jeremy Tucker : Linda slowly is getting up as the ref hands Suzi the title. And Linda puts her hand out and both shaking hands. That was purely epic encounter.

Andrew Fulton : Whats with the stupid hand shaking, who are they kidding, we know all women secretly hate each other, this is a hoot.

Jeremy Tucker : They both gave it their all and its called respect Fulton, something you know nothing of. We’ll be right back folks.