Battleground #17 : Salvation! (Show)

[frostbite]

Jeremy Tucker.. I am getting word there is something going on in the parking lot. Do we have cameras outside.

A SWAT camera crew is outside as it is a muggy night, but our crew sees roughly ten security guards laying around crying in pain. One is holding his head, another one is holding his left shoulder, one is holding his right leg, the others are just laying face first on the cement.

Andrew Fulton.. What is going on?

Our camera pan around the parking lot trying to find what has just happening. After searching for a few more seconds, we see two rather large men, one with short brown hair with a brown beard wearing a tan tee shirt with gray sweats and brown boots. The other gentleman standing right next to him has short black hair and a black goatee wearing a black tee shirt with black jeans and black steel toe boots. The two are just standing over the security guards shaking their heads.

Crowd.. YEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker.. Dear God, it is Doomsday and Lucifer.

Andrew Fulton.. What in the hell are they doing here?

Jeremy Tucker.. I guess since they could not get into last week show they have decide to come to this week show.

Andrew Fulton.. They are simply here to screw Paul out of the match that he will have later on with Frostbite. Good luck getting past the KGB.

Doomsday.. Do you really believe these security guards were going to keep us out?

Lucifer shakes his head.

Doomsday.. Last week, Paul and his morons got away with one but not tonight. We are here to make damn sure that justice gets served.

One security guard is able to pull himself off the ground, but he staggers right into Lucifer, who looks right into the guard brown eyes, as he grabs him by his throat and walks with over to a local trash bin. He hoist him high over his head and tosses with very little effort right in there.

Doomsday.. Are we done screwing around?

Lucifer.. Really? Are you serious. I want some real competition. I want to break some bones this evening.

Doomsday.. You will get your chance.

The two head right for the back door, but as they are about to enter the building they are met by three more security officers.

Doomsday.. I guess you are about to get your wish.

But before they can make a move in a split second they all hit the floor face first holding the back of their heads. Frostbite is standing right behind them with a chair in hand.

Frostbite.. Glad you could make it.

Doomsday., Why don't you relax and let us handle the dirty work. You must focus on Shutter.

Frostbite.. Guys, I do not care what you have to do to keep the KGB out from around ringside. Because once I am through with Paulie tonight he will leave this arena out of a stretcher. What he did to Maddox last week will be small in comparison to what I am going to do to him this evening. Paul is going to wish he was dead.

Lucifer.. I think we can handle KGB, those pusssy ass bitches.

Frostbite.. Well gentlemen we have work to do.

The three walk over leaving the security guards on the floor.

Andrew Fulton.. Who in the hell does Frostbite think he is? He will go to jail for assault and his buddies to.

Jeremy Tucker.. I do not think I would like to tell those two seven footers they can not go anywhere that they want. I could tell them what you said though.

Andrew Fulton.. Never mind then.

[Deleted]

( Sitting outside the arena walking back and forth, wearing Blue Jeans, and white tank top shirt. Surrounded around with lead pipes, steel chairs, and yes even a cynderblock with cameras outside where HB is at the arena. And he decides to talk to cameras while all kinds of music and activities going on up and down the roads around 3 block radius of the arena. )

Hells Bouncer- ( Microphone in Hand )-- Hey Team Fairtax, Tong, Phantam. I hope I have your attention right about now. And you maybe wondering why I am surrounded with all these weapons? And wondering also where Jasmine, Jewel, and Powerhouse is at as well? Well, don't worry right now. I am tired of you two stupid looking bastards and I am tired of KGB. So, you want me by myself to take me out, I am begging KGB, Team Fairtex and anyone to come bring your A game, because here I have the ladies lead pipes, I have steel chairs, and a cynderblock. And you maybe wondering why a cynderblock? Because when I take each one down, I am going to crush all your skulls in with the cynderblock and if cameras will look about 15 or so feet away many more cynderblocks that I will use to destroy all of you with.

Andrew Fulton- Is he insane asking for KGB and Fairtex by himself? I see Suicide here lol.

Jeremy Tucker- i do not know this is insane. I have never seen Hells Bouncer this way. This could be a new Bouncer we may be seeing.

Hells Bouncer- And until our match is up. I will wait here for you and if you attempt to come at me or attack me from behind, I am putting your career to an end for sure. I pray to God that Fairtex, Tong And Phantam, come try me because me and Powerhouse will not mind to injure you and bring home the Tag Titles and make them relevent in this company. In fact I think if Soutter isn't scared he should come out and have an improptu No Holds Barred Match before or after the Tag Titles because then more weapons in my possession.

And since the cameras are out here. I am not going no where. Powerhouse and the ladies are in the arena and I am here awaiting to brutally put someone in an ambulance tonight. Hell Pesci why don't you come on out here. I don't mind ending you once and for all. I don't care now if it 1 on 1 2 3 4 5 or 6 or more on 1. I have a plan on being destroyed but my career ends tonight so will someone elses. Come on you pieces of crap KGB, Fairtex hell anyone in this company who has an issue come on out I will do improptu ass kicking to anyone in this company.

Andrew Fulton- He just challenged the whole roster and for someone to end his career, so he can end someone else. Is he a nut.

( Telling cameras to stay on him as he sits on a steel chair awaiting whoever to come get it. )

Jeremy Tucker- What we are told a camera will stay with Hells Bouncer till his Tag Title Match, but until then we have to move on and talk about some other things.

( As Segment ends, cameras fade as they leave where HB is at. )

[King Syberus]

[The camera opens on Syberus backstage, leaning back against a wall by the catering tables, still wearing a Jonie Valentine t-shirt. Syberus grins at the camera and starts to walk, we follow him down the hallway.]

Syberus: Oh hey... it's strange Radu, we haven't heard from you yet champ, apparently that was important to you the other week, when your opponents hadn't said anything after THE FIRST TWO MATCHES - well here we are and you're defending the strap against a multiple time world champion, not a word. Doesn't matter. We all know what the result of this match is going to be.

I could chastise you, mock you, point out again how self contradicting that is, but it doesn't matter. We all know what the result of this match is going to be.

[Syberus exchanges finger guns with Kilroy on his way past.]

Syberus: Radu I could point out how lowly you stand in the wrestling echelons compared to me, despite your world championship status here in SWAT. I could once again remind you of the legends I've beaten, while the KGB overshadow all your title defences, but let's face it.

It doesn't matter.

We all know what the result of this match is going to be.

[He grins, cracks open a Diet Coke and takes a sip. Aw yeah. Old school Syberus beverage narration.]

Syberus: I could fire a few shots at the fat man. Do an Australian accent. Something about obesity in there because, well, you know. He's fat. But it doesn't reaaaallly matter.

Tonight is about the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship. And nothing else.

It's not about what's happened before Radu. It's not about the effort you've put in over these many months to make that belt special, despite the KGB's many efforts to do the opposite. It's not about the beatings you've taken, everything you've put your body through to lift your status amongst the sport's elite. It's not about that. It's about you, me, that ring... it's about two athletes on one night to settle a dispute over who's the best in the world right now.

You could be good, Radu. You could be great! You could be awe-inspiring! But it doesn't matter. We all know what the result of this match is going to be.

I'm the great Syberus!

I'm the best there is!

I'll turn your skeleton into a Picasso- I'm the best in-ring technician God ever blessed with two hands, and the finest wrestling mind the world has ever seen! I'm not Frostbite, Radu. I'm not Powerhouse. I'm not walking into walls trying to form two coherent syllables together when I cut a promo.

IIIIIIIIIIIIII'M the great Syberus! Product of a different era. An era when, SHOCKINGLY, whoever was the best wrestler, was on the belt. I know that might be an alien concept for some of you but take my hand. Walk with me through the garden of knowledge. I'm about to to to Radu's human form what the KGB do to quality television on a weekly basis- fuck it up BIG TIME.

[Syberus, with his sheer might, crushes the metal frame of the Diet Coke can like it was naught but chaff in the wind.]

[Coke spills over his hand, he throws the can over his shoulder and wipes it off on his t-shirt.]

Syberus: I'mma need a wet wipe over here. Radu, you don't truly know what you're in for tonight. What kind of a man you're going to be in there facing. But it doesn't really matter. Your understanding isn't neccessary. We all know what the result of this match is going to be.

You don't need to be aware of the history of the great Syberus. Go ahead, ignore it. Backhand it. Laugh it off. It doesn't matter. We all know what the result of this match is going to be.

[He pushes into the men's room and beckons the camera to follow him. Syberus walks over to the sink and washes the coke off his hands. Sorry, even in an imaginary wrestling world I couldn't leave that hanging. Like I could actually feel it.]

Syberus: You think you've had it rough. You think you've faced some tough challengers based on what Frostbite did to you, and that clusterfuck you had to go through to get the belt in the first place. You literally can't comprehend how low down, how insignificant, how reprehensibly average the flotsom you've conquered thus far in SWAT are compared to the great Syberus. But it doesn't matter. We all know what the result of this match is going to be.

Tonight, it's one on one. There will be no interference, there will be no distractions. The KGB won't be there to blindside me and then roll you ontop for the cover. And as a result... we all know what the result of this match is going to be.

[Syberus grins. We can't end a promo in the men's room, so we leave and walk somewhere else.]

Syberus: So you've got to ask yourself, what kind of a champion do you wanna be remembered for? One that put in 110% *he swings his arm in that "go gettem" kind of gesture* no matter what? One that put the company before himself? One that did everything for his fans, his peers, putting himself on the line each and every week for the greater good?

Or do you wanna be remembered as being, simply, THE BEST.

I know which I'd prefer.

[He chuckles.]

Syberus: Which I AM.

And, because of that...

We all know what the result of this match is going to be.

The floor is yours.

[Fade.]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Coming up next folks, we have Hardkore Jonnie Valentine going up against Robbie COX!

Andrew Fulton : That’s “Mr Dropkick” Jonnie Valentine.

Jeremy Tucker : Excuse, yes, you are right Dropkick is right, this week, what is it next week?

Andrew Fulton : Well, that’s what the whole world is waiting to see, right Jerry?

[Jonnie jogs down to the ring, slapping fans hands, doing a full lap around the front row. He pulls on the top rope to vault inside the ring and does the double guns to the crowd]

[The music starts to a dark arena with a pulse that matches the music. Suddenly deep purple lights come on and out struts Cox. He pauses at the top of the ramp and plays to the fans for a second. BOOM! A line of purple pyro shoots from the ground. He starts to walk down the ramp slowly, stopping to take pictures with women and kissing all babies in his path. When he gets the the ring he continues walking around acknowledging the fans, all the way back around to the steel stairs. He makes his way up the steps, stopping at the middle of the ropes facing the fans. He looks around with a more subtle smile now, turning to the ring with a more serious face before entering and loosening up while his music comes to an end. ]

Jeremy Tucker : Here we go, referee Joe Davola in the ring calls for the bell and we are underway. Robbie charges Jonnie and Jonnie connects with a hip toss.

Andrew Fulton : Jonnie then cart wheels and Robbie jumps back to his feet and lunges at Jonnie, but Jonnie with another hip toss.

Jeremy Tucker : Valentine on a roll early here, he arm drags Robbie over into an arm bar.

Andrew Fulton : This not one of Robbie’s fav positions.

Jeremy Tucker : Jonnie whips COX into the ropes and then sends him sailing with a high back body drop.

Andrew Fulton : Robbie back to his feet and bounces back, surprising Jonnie with a full nelson bulldog.

Jeremy Tucker : Robbie COX then hits a Cobra Clutch legsweep ... no! Jonnie backward somersaults out of it and turns it into a chicken Wing spike suplex!

Andrew Fulton : Chicken Wing Spike from the face of Popeye’s Chicken! Valentine just planted COX on his head with and now zeroes in on him with a single arm DDT !!!

Jeremy Tucker : Cover by Jonnie on Robbie ...

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

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

Th .... NO! Kick out by Robbie COX.

Andrew Fulton : Robbie has been down and dirty with the best of them, reminds me of Down and Dirty volume 24, it was he and Michelle Madden, and he had her primed, bent over and a leg over ...

Jeremy Tucker : We don’t care to hear it Fulton. This is wrestling, not that Filth. Jonnie Blue Thunder Bomb! (back suplex into tiger bomb)

Andrew Fulton : Valentine flips Robbie over with an over the shoulder back breaker into a double knee to the face! Vicious! How about Jonnie selling the naming rights of Hardkore Helloween to SWAT! That show is just around the corner now, and he is cashing in big time.

Jeremy Tucker : He’ll wanna be cashing in with a victory there and staking his claim to the throne instead of this Drop kick shyte and these idiotic bow ties. Robbie trying to regroup and back to his feet, goes for a flying Lariat ... No! Jonnie ducks under it! He is right at the top of his game ..... Jonnie picks up Robbie, torture racks him and then spins it around into a Rude Awakening My Gawd! This is over!

Andrew Fulton : Robbie hasn’t been turned inside out like that since the boys are back up in ...

Jeremy Tucker : Shut up Fulton! Jonnie signals it’s all over ... measures COX ... PICTURE PERFECT DROPKICK!!!! Jonnie hesitates in the cover, and motions the crowd, and look at this, standing ovation golf clap!

COVERS


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

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

THREE!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Another win to Valentine! He is on a roll here in SWAT!

Jeremy Tucker : Most impressive victory indeed. Jonnie has a wave of momentum going his way ... he must be due for a shot at a belt here soon.

Andrew Fulton : It’s coming his way, he knows it, we all know it!

[Working for the weekend hits and Jonnie has his arm raised by Davola and then celebrates with the fans, high fiving and interacting with them on his way to the back.]

[radu]

"Mind if I record this doc..."

[Black.]

"Well actually..."

[Light.  Blurry image.  Soft focus.  Shifting in and out, enough to give sensitive viewers a seizure.  Not you though.  Epilepsy skips a generation.  Did you just blackout?  You beat your kids for never knowing your pain.  By the time you come back the image is in focus.  A matter of seconds.  As the screen gets sharper, you make out the ugly mug of the Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition world heavyweight champion.  His name is Radu Matei.  The Romanian seems to be holding the camera...]

Radu Matei: Mulțumiri.  As you said, this doesn't really fall under normal doctor patient confidentiality, so recording it will allow me to forgo the same damned tests for those insurance bastarzi...

[Leaning over, Matei places the camera against a desk to fully frame the scene.  We are in a small doctor's office.  White.  Clinical.  A lack of informational material on the walls suggests this is a specialist.  The attending physician seems uncomfortable having his image filmed.  Equally annoyed is a third man in the room, decked out in a polyester suit.]

Norm Crabbe: There won't be any need for recording devices.  Your employer, Mister Pesci, is aware that you are here, and this process.

Radu Matei: Joe is all heart.

Norm Crabbe: This is standard practice.  The Pennsylvania State Athletic Commission just needs to clear you medically to perform at the Wells Fargo Center.  In light of your recent record, this can't have come as a surprise.

Radu Matei <nervous tick>: Its nice to have folks watching out for the talent.

Doctor Herz <trying to reach for the camera>: In that case can we-

Radu Matei <shakes head>: I would still rather have a copy for my records.  You can never be too careful. <sad nod> I believe it was Jonnie giving his charges too many unsolicited pats on the back that caused Hardkore world to fold... if you catch my meaning.

Norm Crabbe <rolling eyes at this suggestion of potential abuse as another ploy by a wrestler trying to get out of a physical>: Have it your way, let's get this show on the road.

[It should be noted that with the exception of a mountain of gauze that makes aspects of his body look like they have undergone Mummification, Radu Matei is completely naked.  You kind of wish for that earlier soft focus, as his horselike manhood is making you uncomfortable.  When Syberus goes through this in an effort to one up Radu, he will have to liken his own penis to an elm tree.  It would still have dutch elm disease.]

Doctor Herz <into a recorder>: Patient is displaying deep contusions on both legs, right arm, and left side of the abdomen.  Breathe.  Deep breathe, and release.  Again.  Deeper breathe.  Release.  X-rays indicate that ribs have been fractured within the past month.

[Flashing a light in Matei's eyes reveals that the right one's sclera is bright red.  The Beast of Dixie has had his retinas detach before, but never from lack of oxygen.  He will have to pay Joanne Canelli back for that.]

Doctor Herz: Light abrasions on his left hand.  Heavy abrasions on the right side of his chin, and across the ridge of his nose.  Nose has been recently broken.  Reset.

[There are days when he envies Mike Maddox.  To go to sleep and never wake up.  That would show them.  Comas.  Some guys have all the luck.  What Radu wouldn't do for a few hours of shut eye.  The world champion almost flinches as the doctor lightly places a finger on his right temple.]

Doctor Herz: Does this hurt?

[Silence.  Skeptical, the doctor applies slightly more pressure.  Radu Matei almost faints.  He hides it though.  No sells it.  Not going to let them strip him of that title.  Over his dead body.  Literally.]

Doctor Herz: Signs of first degree burns are local to the limbs.

Radu Matei <holding up his gauze wrapped arms>: They don't make 'em like they used too...

Doctor Herz: Second degree burns are generalized - covering thirty to forty percent of his body.  Third degree burns are local to the chest.  Dressings appear to need changing.  Patient is feverish.  Tissue damage has resulted in significant inflammation in the right leg, arm, and neck.

[Deep sigh.  The physician seems upset that a person would treat their body in this manner.  Before Radu can chirp in with a "you should see the other guy" comment, the doctor shakes his head in anger and turns to the commissioner.]

Doctor Herz: Can we speak outside.

Norm Crabbe: We'll be back in a moment.

[That went well, Radu smiles to himself.  He didn't start bleeding once...




...And they didn't even notice any of the serious shit.  Quacks.]

Radu Matei: ...You mentioned me complaining about my opponents not taking the time to promo early in the show...

[Bruised bones rub against swollen muscles, barely any space left to hold his bloated organs, as Radu Matei leans into the camera for a close-up.]

Radu Matei <sad smile>: Hi Syb.

<smile fades> You referenced complaints about my most recent opponents not cutting promos fast enough.

Why to hear you say it, I have some unrealistic expectations of the boys.  For my part, it was about respect.  On a show honouring your friend, Tim Jackson, two punks who were main eventing a pay per view for the first time in their careers, then proceeded to give us broadcast silence for the first two hours of a three hour event.  They want to sleep on a challenge, disrespect me and MY title, <shrug> no problem, I'll gut them. <flinch> They pick up the ball at a tribute show to Tim Jackson and drop it?  That NEEDED to be called out.

Or maybe you think phoning in memorials is acceptable behaviour?

[Did the room just get darker?]

Radu Matei: When I was rotting away in SWAT Dixie, my one escape from that piss stained hellhole was turning on the tropical action of SWAT Caribbean.  You were a great champion, Syb.  One of the best.

There was a reason I asked for YOU to challenge this belt.

Look at the rankings Syb, for all your classic posturing - your time in this latest version of SWAT hasn't amounted to much.  Since this version of the governing body kicked off with the Atlantic Coast, you have had a handful of matches over the period of three years, and aren't exactly a top contender.  Maybe that is why you chose to brag about your many HARDKORE world accomplishments instead of the breathtaking SWAT Caribbean highlights that are relevant to your current platform. <tick> Perhaps you should take a page out of Jonnie Valentine's book and trade your old HARDKORE wrestler of the year award for some SWAT points.  I have no doubt that Pesci can cut you a solid deal on a +3 douche.

I guess what I'm trying to say is... <eyes narrow> I'm a big fan.

You don't have to explain why the GREAT Syberus winning the world title would be good for the world title.

We all know your reputation, and anyone who watched SWAT fifteen years ago... when Brickheart took that strap off you?  I think we all know who DESERVED to win that day.







[Long pause.  Nod.]



Radu Matei: My sole goal since winning the world heavyweight title, is bringing back its lustre.  I am doing that the only way I know how.  Destroying my body in high stakes encounters against the best wrestlers that SWAT can throw at me.  From Lucky Linda to Frostbite.  I polish the gold with my blood.  People know that the world champion is the best in the company not because he holds the title, but because it represents the best matches.  This is no easy task because from Suzi Spitz and Olympia to Avery McCullen and Goth... we have a damned fine roster putting on killer matches.  I name drop these people to you, because if you want to become the champion at Salvation, its a good idea to familiarize yourself with the product - pretend you watch it.

...but look at me, giving advice to the Great Syberus.

[With a bemused shake of the head, The Sacrificial Idol sits up into a medium shot.]

Radu Matei <holding his side in pain>: Can you keep a secret, Syb?

I honestly thought one of those two punks were going to beat me.  When I demanded our match... I was positive that I wasn't going to have the strap.  You just got back, first thing you did was challenge for the title... I figured even if this broken down husk had just been put under for the gold, at least you could hammer in another nail to make your drive towards the championship more credible and less egomaniacal.  What was one more nail in my coffin?  It would be good for the world scene, and further restore the belts' glory to have you mount a serious shot at contention.

Somehow surviving to defend another day? <shaking head in disgust> I did not see that one coming.

Unfortunately, that means despite my best intentions, our war is actually going to be for the belt.

[The Beast of Dixie extends his bandaged hands, inspecting the damage.  He can barely ball up a fist.]

Radu Matei: ...I want you to win, you know.

Syberus holding the SWAT world title is something that would do wonders for its credibility. 

You may not be a Dan Stein... Big Stan Wilson... hell... even a Bloodice... but you have something that those men will never have.

[...]

Radu Matei: ...apparently your pension tied to Hardkore World.  At the rate Valentine is liquidating assets, that might explain why you have a hard time retiring.  Well Stein, Wilson and Bloodice might not need the money, but I'm pleased as hell that you are here with us, Syb.

See... <slapping his chest, only to have skin peel back> I'm not sure if you picked up on this, but I'm a SHELL OF A MAN.

<placing a hand to the side of his mouth like he's whispering> I don't have a whole lot of title defences left in me.  Its only a matter of time before this body gives into my repeated attempts to return it to the earth, and I would like it to happen while I still have a say in the person who is beating me.  Can I hold out long enough to see if Kilroy Evans is here to stay?  Should I tag the belt out to a transitional walking corpse while officials conduct tests on Evans' smile?  You would be an amazing transitional corpse, Syb, and have a great affinity for losing to Evans.

There is NO SHAME in losing to the Great Syberus.

Even if I had not planned on being the champion right now, I am actually looking forwards to the sweet relief of defeat - and I know you can give me that satisfaction.

[Laying down on the inspection table, Matei sighs, staring up at the ceiling.]

Radu Matei: I know you've only ever been a regional heavyweight champion here in SWAT... but you would make a great world champion, Syb.

You only had to do *one* thing...

NOT cut a promo about how highly you think of Hardkore World, and how much you generally look down on SWAT.

That was it.

A lot of shared talent.  A lot of shared history.  Similar television formats.  Rival governing bodies?  SISTER governing bodies.

Hardkore World was a great federation.  I know.  Jonnie Valentine sold me an industrial shipping container full of T-shirts that said as much.  If you are worried that people here won't remember your multiple world championship runs there, don't, they were classic.  We would just rather hear about your Caribbean days.  Adrian Tanner Jr carrying you, instead of Rally Jackson carrying you.  Are you planning a HARDKORE WORLD invasion angle?  Unless you're taking over... there was no need to make your platform for a superior championship run all about the other guys.  Make it about us.  SWAT matters.

Even though I _WANTED_ you to be champion, I now have to stand up for MY roster.  Men and women who could barely walk while you were trading wits with Tum.  Good wrestlers, whose TIME IS NOW.  You could be current and relevant, but you have to choose it.

Which brings me to the other elephant in the room.  Even if we could look past you shitting on everything... because that's CLASSIC Syb, how do I know you are going to stick around LONG ENOUGH to do right by the strap?

Syberus as world champion... I'll be the FIRST TO AGREE, the belt looks GREAT...

Syberus doesn't make a flight a week later, and Hell's Bouncer picks it up from a no contest?

WHAT THE HELL HAVE I BEEN KILLING MYSELF FOR?!

I mean, weren't you brought in as a replacement for Cobyrn? <triple take> A REPLACEMENT FLAKE?

[Sitting back up, Matei has his back to the camera.  The patchwork of scar tissue looks like its about to tear apart.]

Radu Matei: ..............One defence too many.

The burning effigy is almost extinguished.  Do the flames finally flicker out for the cynical, unreliable legend?

I honestly don't know if I could physically take you even when I was in good condition, Syb.  I have no idea how I am going to pull this off now.  ...But I will.  SWAT means a lot to me.  As much as HARDKORE World means to you.  The people here deserve a champion that will speak as highly of them as you do your former colleagues.  Even though I wanted you to be champion, your heart just isn't in it yet.  I hope you can find it.

Just not at Salvation.

[The door swings open, with the physician and commissioner reentering the small room.  With their appearance, The Sacrificial Idol stops favouring his many injuries, putting on a brave face.]

Norm Crabbe: After reviewing the results with Doctor Herz, I am sorry but there is no way we can legally clear you to wrestle.

Radu Matei: ...oh.

Doctor Herz: There are some underlining issues that you need to address with your family practicioner, but any further attempts at performing for the forseeable future will result in permanent damage.

Radu Matei: Is this something I can contest?

Norm Crabbe: I'm sorry Mr. Souza.

[Radu Matei lowers his head...]

Norm Crabbe: We have no choice but to revoke your license in Pennsylvania.

[.........poor TJ Souza.]

Radu Matei: Well... I know when I'm beat.

[Standing, the SWAT world champion again displays his full manhood to the viewers.  Grabbing his clothes, the champion places them under his arm, before picking up the camera.]

Radu Matei: I had this guy I looked up to, who could never accept defeat.  He was in the sport for over twenty years, and never figured out the one thing that would let him grow...

Norm Crabbe <relieved this hasn't turned into a scene>: And what was that, Mr. Souza?

Radu Matei: Being vulnerable.

[The Sacrificial Idol exits out into the hallway - broken, naked, and SWAT world heavyweight champion.]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Up next we have a match to determine our new tag team champions here in SWAT. Since our last show we did not get that chance because of some backstage fighting that happened.

Andrew Fulton: This should be a great match. I am looking forward to this, between Henry Brown and the returning Powehouse against the new members of KGB Team Fairtex.

Jeremy Tucker: That I can not believe Team Fairtex joined the KGB, I just do not understand.

Andrew Fulton: You do not need to understand anything they just jumped on the right team. The KGB is what is happening around here, maybe you need to jump on the wagon. There are certainly some perks.

Jeremy Tucker: I am guessing you are getting some of those perks since you are singing their praises week in and week out.

Andrew Fulton: You know I could put a good word in for you. KGB have the hardcore title, they could be tag team champions after this match. Soutter will finally get rid of snowflake and it will not be too much longer before we will have the world title.

Jeremy Tucker: What is this we thing.


[Nation Domination theme music hits.. ]

Frank Salazar: Introducing first, he weighs in at 250 pounds from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania here is Powerhouse and his tag team partner hailing from Las Vegas Nevada and weighs in at 270 pounds here is Henry Brown.


[The two head down to the ring as they look around at the crowd with an intense look in their eyes. ]


Andrew Fulton: I am sure Henry Brown is looking for revenge on the KGB and this could be his chance.

Frank Salazar: And their opponents are Tong and Phantam and the newest member of KGB here are Team Fairtex.

Jeremy Tucker: I still can not believe these two men sold their souls like this.


Andrew Fulton: There is nothing wrong with wanting a better way of life. I see they are wearing their new KGB tee shirts.

[Team Fairtex a smirk on their face as they are walk down to the ring as they slide into the ring. ]

Jeremy Tucker: Powerhouse and Henry Brown are getting right in their face. They look at each other. They turn around and as they do so they run and connect with a double clothesline knocking down Team Fairtex.

Andrew Fulton: What a nice thing to do there. What a bunch of cheats.

[The ref tries to get order restore to get this match started. ]

Jeremy Tucker: Powerhouse and Henry connect with a double boot knocking Phantam to the floor. They pull Tong to his feet as they whip him into the ropes and connect with a double spine buster.

Andrew Fulton: Come on ref, get some order restore.

Jeremy Tucker: The ref is talking to them as we speak at it appears Henry will be the one starting for his team. As the Ref calls for the bell.


Andrew Fulton: I guess the match is finally underway. The ref should have given Team Fairtex a little bit of rest before this match started after that attack.

Jeremy Tucker: Spoken like a member of the KGB.

Andrew Fulton: This ref better be careful or he might be fired by the end of the match.

Jeremy Tucker: Henry goes up and drops a knee right across Tong’s forehead as he goes for the quick cover.

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Jeremy Tucker: He kicks out. Henry drops down as he is throwing bombs at the head of Tong.

Andrew Fulton: Come on ref step in.

Jeremy Tucker: Henry gets to his feet as he drops three quick elbows right into Tong chest. He drops back down as he begins to choke him as the ref starts to count but he breaks it at four.

Andrew Fulton: Come on ref get this match under control.

Jeremy Tucker: He pulls Tong to his feet as he connects with a short arm clothesline, and then bounces off the ropes and connects with a big time leg drop right on Tong’s chest as he goes for the cover.

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Andrew Fulton: Tong kicks out. He pulls Tong back to his feet as he makes a tag to Powerhouse. They whip Tong into the ropes and connect with a high backdrop. Powerhouse goes in for the cover.

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Jeremy Tucker: He kicks out. Powerhouse bounces off the ropes but Phantam grabs his left leg and trips him as Tong gets to his feet and catches him with a knee strike right to his head. He picks him up and connects with a chokeslam. He makes a tag to Phantam.

Andrew Fulton: He pulls Powerhouse to his feet and connects with three straight Russian leg sweeps, as he gets ready to hit another one, he quickly switches that right into a belly to belly suplex as he goes for the pin.

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Jeremy Tucker: Powerhouse kicks out. Phantam decides to slow the pace down as he slaps on a front chancery. Phantam positions his body toward the ropes as he uses his feet to gain leverage.

Andrew Fulton: Great wrestling there knowing where you are at all times.

Jeremy Tucker: You call cheating knowing where you are at all times.

Andrew Fulton: As long as you do not get caught.

Jeremy Tucker: He is still doing it, until the ref finally catches him and forces him to break the hold. Phantam pulls him to his feet as to sees him to the outside. Phantam distracts the ref.

Andrew Fulton: Tong drops down to the floor as he pulls Powerhouse to his feet and whips him face first into the ring post. Tong pulls Powerhouse to his feet as he rolls him back into the ring. Phantam races into the ropes as he leaps up on them and connects with the lion tammer. He makes the cover.

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Jeremy Tucker: He kicks out. He goes over and makes the tag into Tong. Phantam whips him into the ropes as he connects with a flying shoulder block. He pulls Powerhouse to his feet as he connects with three very quick German suplexes. Tong drops down and slaps on a crossface chicken wings.

Andrew Fulton: This could be it right here, new champions baby.

Jeremy Tucker: Powerhouse’s face etched in pain as Tong is pulling back. Henry comes into the ring and kicks Tong in the head for the save.

Andrew Fulton: Disqualify them already.

Jeremy Tucker: Phantam slides into the ring and slaps on a rear naked choke hold, as the ref trying to get Henry out of the ring.

Andrew Fulton: Look at that beautiful teamwork.

Jeremy Tucker: As the Ref finally gets Henry out of the ring, the ref turns around as he is checking on Powerhouse to see if he is out of it.

Andrew Fulton: The ref did not notice they did not tag out.

Jeremy Tucker: And you call that fair.

Andrew Fulton: Powerhouse finally gets to the ropes. He pulls Powerhouse to his feet as he dropkicks him right through the ropes. Tong drops down onto the floor as the ref is distracted once again, as Tong pulls Powerhouse to his feet as tosses him over the guard rail.

Jeremy Tucker: Henry drops down but the ref points to him to get back in his corner.

Andrew Fulton: In the meantime, Tong pulls Powerhouse back over the guard rail and picks him up and powerbombs him on the ring apron and then rolls him back into the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: Phantam pulls him to his feet and connects with a stunner. He is going for the cover, but the ref is still with Henry.

Andrew Fulton: Come on ref, get in position.

Jeremy Tucker: He finally does so as the ref makes the count.

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Andrew Fulton: Powerhouse gets his left shoulder up. That ref had just screwed them out of the tag titles.

Jeremy Tucker: Phantam makes the tag to Tong. Tong quickly pulls Powerhouse to his feet and connects with the three amigos. He pulls Powerhouse back to his feet as he whips him hard into the far corner. He goes flying in and misses a stinger splash. He staggers out of the corner and as he does so Powerhouse connects with a release over the head suplex.

Andrew Fulton: Come on guys.. Let's get this together.

Jeremy Tucker: Powerhouse gets to his feet as he makes the tag to Henry. He races into the ring and he quickly connects with a release German suplex. He races into the ropes as Tong gets to his feet slowly and he connects with two straight clothesline. He goes back onto the ropes and connects with rolling thunder. He goes high up and comes down with a huge ledrop right across his chest and he goes for the cover.

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Andrew Fulton: Tong gets his left shoulder up. Henry gets to his feet as he races over and connects with a boot right to the side of Phantam head knocking him off the ring apron.

Jeremy Tucker: As he turns around Tong catches him with a roundhouse kick right to the side of his neck. He races into the ropes, but gets cut in half with a hard spear. He goes for the cover.

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Andrew Fulton: Phantam comes in for the save. Powerhouse comes flying into the ring and connects with a knee right into his back as it sends him flying through the ropes. Henry pulls Tong to his feet as he positions Powerhouse to go to the ropes. He gets up on the second rope as they connect with a spike piledriver. Henry goes for the cover but the ref is too busy getting Powerhouse out of the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: Come on ref.. He spins around as he makes the count

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Jeremy Tucker: Tong gets his left boot on the bottom ropes.

Andrew Fulton.. Henry pulls Tong to his feet and he picks him up off the mat as he whips him into the ropes and catches him with a pop up powerbomb, another cover.

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Jeremy Tucker: Phantam dives in for the save. Henry makes a tag into Powerhouse. Powerhouse pulls Tong to his feet and hits an atomic drop, he races into the ropes and connects with a swinging neckbreaker. He goes to the outside and goes up onto the top ropes and he gets in position.

Andrew Fulton: He is going for the 450 splash, but Tong puts his knees up at the very last second, he rolls to his corner and makes a tag into Phantam.

Jeremy Tucker: Phantam races into the ring as he picks up Powerhouse and hits the big deal, he goes for the cover as the ref drops down for the cover.

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Andrew Fulton: I can not believe it he got his foot on the bottom rope. Phantam goes into a near corner as it appears he might be setting him up for the bull run. Phantam races in, but Powerhouse catches him with a quick boot to his face, and then he clocks him right in the midsection and connects with a ddt. Powerhouse goes for the cover.

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Phantam kicks out. Powerhouse pulls him to his feet as he tries his best to try and hit a powerbomb.

Jeremy Tucker: Phantam slumps over as Powerhouse can not pull him to his feet, as Powerhouse connects with several forearm shots to his back. He finally picks him up as he races into a corner and hits a powerbomb into the corner. He races into the ropes as Phantam comes off the ropes and he hits a spear. He drops down and goes for the cover.

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Andrew Fulton: Tong dives in for the save. Henry jumps into the ring as he hits a quick powerslam on Tong as he rolls to the floor. The ref tries to get Henry to head to his corner.

Jeremy Tucker: Powerhouse pulls Phantam as it appears that he is going to connect with a piledriver, but Tong slides back into the ring hits a code breaker from behind.

Andrew Fulton: Phantam picks him up and staggered Powerhouse and connects with the big deal. He falls right into the corner and tags in Tong.

Jeremy Tucker: Tong takes advantage of this chance and connects with Thailand Blaster. He is going for the cover.

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Andrew Fulton: Henry tries to get into the ring but Phantam connects with a flying forearm

3!!!!


Frank Salazar; the winners of the match and the NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, TEAM FAIRTEX.

Andrew Fulton: Yes, the KGB has added more gold.. congrats guys.

Jeremy Tucker: Andrew I must agree with you. I do not know who is going to stop the KGB right now,they are on a roll. But what an effort by Powerhouse and Hells Bouncer.

Andrew Fulton: Effort does not get you the gold.. Team Fairtex are the champs. What a party we are going to have tonight.

Jeremy Tucker: What are you invited to the after party?

Andrew Fulton: You know it. I might be able to get you in.

[Team Fairtex continues to celebrate in the ring as we go to break.]

[Timeless]

[We switch to the back, in the KGB locker room and we see Roxylishus taking selfies with the SWAT Hardcore Championship. She is clicking away and thrusting her assets out and man o man are her instragram hits going to go thru the roof. Timeless watches on, i mean, who wouldn’t, a satisfied smile on his face. He looks amazing with a gold necklace on his shirtless body, his hair is wet and it looks like he recently showered after his match and he is wearing some black leather pants.]

Timeless: Hardcore never looked so HOT!

Roxylishus : (preening at his compliment) Thanks babe. This belt really suits me.

Timeless: Not you! (He is looking in the mirror and flexing his muscles) ME!

Roxylishus : (huffing and annoyed at being overlooked.) Come on, don’t you want to get Hardcore with Foxy Roxy? (she coo’s, flaunting her body in front of him, holding the belt to accentuate the huge melons.)

Timeless: We are more Hardcore than Hardkore. That freaken moron competing for the World title tonight, The Mediocre Syberus, running his mouth about how he doesn’t care about us or anyone here and reliving his glory days of Hardkore World like some old geezer at the bar yapping on and on and on about back in his day. What a piece of work. Do us a favour Mediocre One, piss off to the old folks home and listen to your Bruce Springsteen crap Glory Days and chase them male nurses round and leave this to the professionals.

Roxylishus : Who?

Timeless: No one goddess. How about that swerve, Goth didn’t know what hit him. (Timeless has a good chuckle and Roxy joins him laughing along.)

Roxylishus : Did you see me give Vampira the Split Splash! She tasted the Raindrop!

Timeless: Drools. Nothing tastes better.

Roxylishus : Ohhh, you’re toooo kind (she waves herself off with the belt, fluttering her eyelashes) We should have a mixed tag match with Goth and her. Our next cover of SWAT Mag can be us double pinning them freaks.

Timeless: (mock bellows in an ancient dialect) How does it feel Goth! Your own brethren stabbed you in the back! They know where the power lies! They know the Bandits are where it’s at!

Roxylishus : What happened to Candy and her husband?

Timeless: Disappeared, word is Witness Protection Program, but who knows.

Roxylishus : Ohhh yeah. (acting ditzy) I remember that now. Who cares huh. Always trying to steal your spotlight, we don’t need them.

Timeless: Never did and never will. Second he vanishes, look what happens, singles gold baby!

Roxylishus : I see Don Canelli got interrupted by that strumpet Avery when she went to flick the switch on Mark Maddox. Maybe we should finish him off .

Timeless: He’s finished. Cooked. He will live the rest of his life rooming with Michael Shumacher. He’s future is as dull as his career was.

Roxylishus : This cage match is going to be something to see. Suit destroyed Frostbite at the Memorial, and now he gets to finish him off once and for all in the cage.

Timeless: Frostbite is in wayyyy over his head. He thinks he is fighting the good fight, but he knows deep down inside he is doomed, and his crusade is more one of self redemption. He looks in the mirror, and he loathes what he had become. Credit to him, he has used it to fuel his run, but it’s a run based on a lie, and when he speaks the words blaming the Mad Dog, he has to know it’s a farce deep inside.

Roxylishus : If i looked like him and looked in the Mirror i would cringe inside also. Ewwww. How come we didn’t go and help Tong and Phantom win the tag belts after they helped you?

Timeless: They didn’t need any help to beat them Jamooks. I mean, HB and Powerhouse. (Timeless chuckles amused) Not that i needed their help to win my belt mind you. That was more the mind games than the need.

Roxylishus : How did it feel when you went back and talked to your young self at the hitting range, and saw your father there?

Timeless: I tell you goddess. Our eyes locked, and he knew who i was, it was a very strange moment. I could see the recognition, there was no need to explain anything to him. He always knew i was destined for greatness. He always knew i was capable of anything, you know what i saw in his eyes apart from recognition?

Roxylishus : What?

Timeless: Pride.

Roxylishus : No doubt, i mean. Look at you. Just LOOK_AT_YOU. He raised a GOD! You are built like your chiselled in stone, and as handsome as any Movie Star. You are SIRWINSALOT!

Timeless: That I am. The SWAT Hardcore Champion.

Roxylishus : I got a call from my agent, they want me to be a judge on some new reality tv show coming out.

Timeless: What is the show about?

Roxylishus : I dunno, singing, dancing, cooking, reno’s. What else is there. I’ll take it though, KaChing!

Timeless: We should make a show about living in the Witness Protection Program. I can see them rats all blurred out talking of their loneliness and regrets. Or, even worse, what if there was a GOTH TV Show. (Timeless shudders)

Roxylishus : The Spice Girls are still calling. Geri wants me to replace Victoria bad.

Timeless: That old slapper trying to stay relevant with your charms. (He stares intently to the camera, his eyes piercing the lens, women get wet, some men get hard, they don’t know why and aren’t even gay, but it definitely moved for some of them for some reason)
I am SIR WINSALOT.

We are the KGB.

We like to Root and we make all the Loot!

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

We break your heart and tear you apart!

We make Stacks and break backs!

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

I am the Ultimate Male Supreme!

Every breathing Woman’s Wet Dream!

A God Damn Wrestling Machine!

[Unfadable.]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Up next fans, it’s time for our

Amazon's championship match.

Andrew Fulton: Don Canelli putting the strap on the line against relative newcomer, "Zolothach" Tabitha Osborne...

Jeremy Tucker: Osborne has been impressive since her debut. Its a great testament to her character that she is already receiving a title shot - though given Canelli's recent form, it might not be a reward. Having crushed democracy with a big win over Lynn Brewster last show, the last time we saw the woman's champ was choking out world champion Radu Matei while relishing her stablemates putting Maddox out to pasture.

Andrew Fulton: Given his funny flirtations, it’s amazing that Canelli didn't put Maddox in a coma herself MUCH sooner! All I know is that both these women terrify me, and I kind of like it.

Frank Salazar: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, WITH A THIRTY MINUTE TIME LIMIT, AND IS FOR THE SWAT AMAZON'S CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*TITLE FIGHT POP*

Frank Salazar: Entering first, the challenger, standing at 5'8" and weighing in at 165 pounds... coming to us from Sin Island...

ZOLOTHACH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Cthulhu” by Gunship begins playing as Tabitha Osborne steps out from the back in a dark hooded robe that hides her features. She ignores the booing crowd, heading straight for the ring.

Frank Salazar: And her opponent... coming to us from the Jersey Shore, New Jersey... stands at 5'11" and weighs 135 pounds...

The Jersey Devil Diva

The Godfather

Your Amazon champion--------------

JOANNE CANELLI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The house lights go down, as a spotlight goes over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the back of the entrance way, as Courtesy Call by Thousand Foot Krutch begins to play. A picture of the Italian Flag appears on the screen with the letters F.B.I over the flag, with the words "FULL BLOODED ITALIAN" is written underneath. It soon changes to scenes of mob hits, newspaper clippings from just recent to the late 1900's, but soon changes once again, to shots of the Mafioso, sitting in a large office, and in limos, and in arena's from times since past. The spotlight focuses on four figures figures standing at the back of the ramp. This is Joanne and her bodyguards. They make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle with Reno and Rude on either side, and Scarpaci following behind, , talking among themselves ignoring the crowd around them. When they reach the ring, Reno holds open the ropes for her, as she slips inside, only to follow behind and stand in the middle of the ring, around her. She removes her jacket, and hands it to one of the guys, before they head out of the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: Crowd not a fan of either woman, but you have to think after what Canelli did to Brewster - and SWAT for that matter - they're all hoping for a title change. It has to be a new experience for Tabitha to be the defacto crowd favourite.

Andrew Fulton: All Don Canelli did was LIBERATE us from the dictatorship that the Wildcat was making us live under. I don't know about you Jeremy, but sometimes I avoided saying what I thought on commentary because I was worried for my job.

Jeremy Tucker: You do suck up to Pesci a lot.

Andrew Fulton: Joe is a great man.  The KGB are wonderful, and by extension Joanne Canelli is the BEST champion in SWAT right now.  As for Zolothach having crowd support, don't worry - I'm sure it won't take her long to show her true crazy colours.  

DING!DING!! DING!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Lock-up to start, no, Canelli pulling Osborne into a belly-to-belly overhead suplex ---- there's the release! No! Tabitha lands on her feet! Diving into the ropes, and comes off with a springboard dropkick, but Canelli is quick to sidestep it.

Andrew Fulton: Champ dropping an elbow to Zolothach's face. Fistful of hair to pull her into a dragon sleeper, but Zolothach is quickly into the ropes for the break.

Jeremy Tucker: Canelli with a cheap shot on the break, and Tabitha answering with a hard right of her own. Both women to their feet, but Tabitha firing off a quick dropkick - AND just diving on the champion with a back mounted inverted facelock!

Andrew Fulton: That rolled off the tongue.

Jeremy Tucker: It sure did - and speaking of rolls, Canelli managing to shift her weight to push Tabitha onto her shoulders......















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















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



Andrew Fulton: Zolothach lets go of that hold you said to break the pin. Both ladies still on the canvas, and The Godfather uses a spinning elbow to get a mount - and punching away!

Jeremy Tucker: Tabitha getting her arms up to defend, but Canelli still getting a few punches around the guard. Referee Kip Katt warning against closed fists!

Andrew Fulton: Hey, I just noticed Katt there. Almost counted out the Tribute show main event, god Pesci was pissed. Looks like he got demoted from the world title to the Amazon title. He screws this match up, and he's going to end up working Pan-Am fights.

Jeremy Tucker: Tabitha managing to buck Canelli off her! Canelli trying to recover the mount, but Osborne manages to hook the leg for an achilles tendon hold! This time its Canelli to the ropes, and Osborne letting go... and snapping a senton before the champion can recover.

Andrew Fulton: Zolothach stomping away at Canelli, and there's a... boot scrape?

Jeremy Tucker: Boot lace eye rake, Andrew. Nice try though. Tabitha continues to kick away - but Canelli catching a leg - DRAGONSCREW LEGWHIP! That will shift momentum. Hanging onto the ankle, and there's the leg snap. On paper, Tabitha prefers an aerial style hitting fast and furious, but Canelli is a master technician who can counter most things you can throw at her. Osborne is going to have to mix up her usual run and gun style, because with thirty pounds on the champion, speed is pretty even.

Andrew Fulton: More even by the second, as The Jersey Devil Diva keeps that leg hooked, dropping elbow after elbow while trying to hyper extend Zolothach's hamstring. If there was a speed advantage, that will slow it down.

Jeremy Tucker: Wait, Canelli not starting a surfbo---BITE THE DUST!!! There's the pin!








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












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



Andrew Fulton: Foot in the ropes - Zolothach came here for a fight, this isn't ending this.




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Andrew Fulton: NO WAIT - this will do it! Canelli going for the Five Knuckle Shuff----

*SHUT DOWN POP*

Andrew Fulton: Zolothach with the presence of mind to roll out of the way, leaving nothing but canvas!

Jeremy Tucker: Canelli shooting in again, but Osborne kicks her off. Back up to her feet - Canelli goes for a shouldertackle, but Tabitha leap frogs over it. Canelli into the ropes, rebounds off with a closeline, but Tabitha ducks under - Canelli coming back a third ti------BIG AXE KICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That took the champion off her feet!

Andrew Fulton: Off her feet? Who are you, Tony Atlas? It almost knocked her out of her boots!

Jeremy Tucker: Tabitha with a sudden burst of energy, off the ropes - springboard moonsault! Now heading into the corner...






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Jeremy Tucker: COMING OFF THE TOP ---





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Jeremy Tucker: SOMERSAULT LEGDROP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And there's the cover------












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
















THRE---------------------

Andrew Fulton: Big kickout by Joanne!

Standing over the champion, Zolothach shrieks “Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nag fhtagn!”

Jeremy Tucker: Joanne not appreciating the trash talk, tries to fire off an eye gouge, but Tabitha manages to weave away. Another eye gouge attempt also misses, but gives Canelli the space to get back up to her feet. Tabitha charging in with a running jumping side kic----but Canelli catching her---- drops Tabitha neck first across the top rope!

Andrew Fulton: I don't think Don Canelli appreciated the religious sermon... like Zolothach was calling on god to exercise her blood lusting demons.

Jeremy Tucker: That was Cthulian!

Andrew Fulton: She might be non-denominational! Either way, Joanne looks FURIOUS! Choking Zolothach against the top rope, while Kip Katt gives her a five count. 1... 2... 3... 4... there's the br-- 1... 2... 3.... and again.... 1.... 2... 3... 4... does Kapp never learn?! The KGB are immune to DQs!

Jeremy Tucker: Tabitha putting the breaks on the latest choke attempt, and trying to fight off the ropes---- no, Canelli ducking a punch, hiptoss----

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Jeremy Tucker: CANELLI JUST SENT TABITHA OVER THE TOP ROPE - POSITIONING HER TO FALL HEAD FIRST ONTO THE OUTSIDE CONCRETE!!!

Andrew Fulton: Zolothach got an arm up to block, but that was brutal.

Jeremy Tucker: Rude and Reno on the outside moving in for the kill - Canelli trying to distract referee Kip Katt in the ring with conversations on how low the prices would have to be for anyone to visit her club to see Lynn Brewster. So abusive. A consummate professional, Kip won't fall for such pleasantries, knowing better and keeping his eyes on Rude and Reno.

Andrew Fulton: Kip won't learn! He needs to start toeing the KGB line! And its not like he's doing Zolothach any favours... Rude and Reno would go easier on her than Joanne will..... who is looking MORE pissed if that was possible.

Jeremy Tucker: Canelli to the outside, tossing Tabitha into the guardrail. Osborne with a shoulder tackle of her own sends Canelli back first into the apron! Both women brawling around ringside... whipping each other into guardrail after post - and they're coming this way!

Andrew Fulton: They can fall on me anyday!

#CRASH#

Andrew Fulton: ...actually they frighten me. Maybe we could get them back in the ring? COME ON KIP KATT! START COUNTING THEM OUT!

#BUMP#

Jeremy Tucker: Tabitha with an irish whip sends Canelli crashing into our announce booth, and Osbor-----

#BUMP#

The audio cuts out as Tabitha grabs Jeremy Tucker by the throat. Ignoring the Amazon champion, Tabitha's hateful gaze is focused on the likeable announcer, spitting angry at what he called her. Mics are cut out, but Tucker seems to be waving on some security. With security slow acting, Reno steps in, trying to grab the challenger by the waist, only to take a boot to the gut.

The momentary distraction gives Tucker enough space to take a few feet back, while Fulton has high tailed it over to the Spanish announcing table. A woman of singular mad focus, Zolothach continues to stare threateningly at the announcer while grabbing a sharp pen from his desk. Before she can act on this, The Jersey Devil Diva sends the newest SWAT Amazon crashing into the steel steps.

While production assistants race to reconnect wires and get audio back up and running, a number of security guards surround a visibly shaken Jeremy Tucker who was NOT expecting that reaction to his commentary.

Enough potatoes get Zolothach's attention back on the title situation, but the persona has been triggered and she's far more demon than wrestler.

#BUMP#

Jeremy Tucker: ....dk... e.... ine...

Andrew Fulton:.. r... j... Are you alright Jerry?

Jeremy Tucker: I- look... lets just take this home.

Andrew Fulton: Zolothach coming to us from Asylum Island Wrestling, a former affiliate of the XHF network, where they definitely have a different approach to employee interactions.

Jeremy Tucker: Well, hopefully she's the last AIW castaway we take in, because that was fucking ridiculous.

Andrew Fulton <visibly uncomfortable having never heard Tucker swear before>: Um. Joanne sending Zolothach so hard into the guardrail that she is almost into the crowd... whoa.

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Jeremy Tucker: ...

Andrew Fulton: Uh, Zolothach grabbing something off a member of the audience, looks like a silver chain, and hammering down on Canelli's head! That looks like blood in the champion's hair...

Jeremy Tucker: ...she's clearly using a weapon that has busted Canelli open.

Andrew Fulton: Joanne staggered with that last blow... and another sends her back into the apron. Kip Katt manages to get his ten count up to six in this fifth minute on the outside, he's starting to learn. I think the champion is shocked at how bad those foreign object shots are effecting her. Canelli knocked aside again with another brutal shot, and using that ring curtain to hold herself upright, but its a difficult battle.

Jeremy Tucker: Trying to change the pace, Canelli rolls back into the ring. ...The challenger follows.

Andrew Fulton: Zolothach following with that weapon - and Kip Katt pulls it out of her hands!

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Andrew Fulton: ZOLOTHACH NOW LOOKS LIKE SHE WANTS TO KILL KATT FOR TAKING HER WEAPON AND---

The lights hitting the ring make the foreign object glimmer in Kip Katt's hands.

A rosary.

A silver rosary.

Bitch tried to do me like a vampire slayer...

...is what Joanne Canelli's eyes say.

Then a rage to match her demented challenger.

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Jeremy Tucker: Realizing that she's just been attacked with a crucifix, Joanne looks ready to kill that woman.

Andrew Fulton: Kip Katt tossing the bloody rosary out of the ring - and Canelli actually CHARGING in! Saving the ref in spite of herself! Was that object the only thing holding her back?

Jeremy Tucker: Canelli blindsiding the challenger with a brutal lariat - thrust kick sends the challenger into the corner, and now the champion stomping a mudhole in her.

Andrew Fulton: I don't think Zolothach even knew she was using a rosary as a weapon, she just wanted to get her hands on something to draw blood - but it has set The Godfather off!

"TABIIIIIIIIITHA"
"TABBBIIIIIIIIIIIIIITHA!"
"TABBBBBBIIIIIIIIIIIITHA!!!!"
"TABBBBBBBBBBBBIIIIIIIIIIIITHHAAAAAAA!!!!"
"TAAABBBBBBBBBBBBBIIIIIIIIIIIIITHAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

Jeremy Tucker: What is that?

Andrew Fulton: The audience is chanting Zolothach's given name...

Jeremy Tucker: THEY ARE ACTUALLY SUPPORTING THAT WITCH!?

Andrew Fulton: Seeing how badly she reacts when people call her that... I... I think the audience is trying to whip her up into a bloodthirsty frenzy so she'll kill Joanne Canelli. That's perverted. They should make you pass a psyche test to purchase tickets... sick bastards.

Jeremy Tucker: This is Joe Pesci's SWAT.

Andrew Fulton: Joanne throwing down STIFFER and STIFFER kicks, but Zolothach trying to shake them off, fighting back up to her feet with some STIFF punches of her own. Kit Kapp warning about closed fists, but the two women just stiffing the hell out of each other!




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Andrew Fulton: Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne catches her square on the jaw! Zolothach answering with a right cross! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne catches her square on the jaw! Zolothach answering with a right cross! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! Joanne with a roundhouse right! Zolothach with a right of her own! There's a punch! There's another punch! Punch! Punch! Punch! Wait... here's Joanne with a... punch! Zolothach now catching the arm looking to counter into... no... another punch. Punch! Punch! Punch! Punch! Punch! Punch! Punch! Punch!

Jeremy Tucker: ...

Andrew Fulton: PUNCH! AND ANOTHER PUNCH! AND A FOLLOW UP PUNCH! BUT THERE'S THE PUNCH! BEATS HER TO A PUNCH! HARD RIGHT HAND! RAPID FIRE FISTS! PUTS THE BREAKS ON WITH A PUNCH OF HER OWN!!!! Feel free to join me at any point, Jerry!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Nah, you're doing okay on your own.

Andrew Fulton:ZOLOTHACH IS TOO CRAZY TO QUIT! CANELLI IS THE TOUGHEST WOMAN IN THE DAMN FED - WE ALL SAW HER CHOKE OUT THE WORLD CHAMPION AT THE END OF THE TRIBUTE SHOW! NEITHER IS GIVING AN INCH!! PUNCH! AND A PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! ...at the way these two ladies are swelling, they won't be able to make it into the swimsuit special of our magazine!

Jeremy Tucker: Not a high priority in a title fight, Andrew.

Andrew Fulton: Yeah, but they aren't going for pins either!

Jeremy Tucker: Because at this point, they are more interested in causing each other physical pain than ending this.

Andrew Fulton: Canelli is the more powerful striker, but being batshit crazy Zolothach has the strength of ten men! Punch! Kip Katt should have disqualified both of them by now, but after Joe Pesci threatened to fight him last time, this is going to the limit! STIFFMANIA '19!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Given her recent wars against Avery and Brewster, you have to think that the longer this onslaught goes, the harder its going to be for Canelli to finish this.

Andrew Fulton: Punch! Finish? Punch! These two will happily kill each other to a time limit draw--- though I'm surprised they haven't broken their hands yet!

Jeremy Tucker:Both champion and challenger dead on their feet, but showing no signs of stopping... the crowd chant almost having the challenger foaming at the mouth, while I have NEVER seen Canelli more upset than when she saw that rosary.

Andrew Fulton: The Jersey Devil Diva with a left jab, and Zolothach answers it with a right hook------------

Jeremy Tucker: Canelli ducks the punch, hooks the arm, takes her over... INSIDE CRADLE!!!!!!!!















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
















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
















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




















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

*MONSTER JEERS*

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



Andrew Fulton: Zolothach looks shocked! She was not expecting that.

Jeremy Tucker: That's why Canelli is the champion.

Frank Salazar: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH......... AND *STILL* THE SWAT AMAZON WOMAN'S CHAMPION...

THE JERSEY DEVIL DIVA

JOANNE CANELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Andrew Fulton: Canelli with the presence of mind and technical skill to pull that cradle out of no where! Kit Kapp returning the belt to the champion, and you have to include this with her last two epics, because these ladies beat each other into hamburger!

*MIXED POP*

Jeremy Tucker: The challenger attacking after the bell.

Andrew Fulton: Zolothach trying to bite Joanne's neck, but Canelli with an elbow knocks her off before she can draw blood.... what am I saying... they are already bloody messes! I hope they have a few bags of plasma in the back waiting for them, because Joanne looks like she could use it!

DING! DING! DING!

Jeremy Tucker: Bell rings again trying to get this under control, but both woman still laying into each other. Here comes security to pull them apart!

Andrew Fulton: Twenty men in the ring to separate them - that escalated quickly!

Jeremy Tucker: I'm sure there will be plenty of fines to go around.

Andrew Fulton: Considering how few matches she has in the company, Zolothach must have turned a lot of heads with her performance tonight. She came up short, but I'm sure she'll be coming after the strap again. Definite rematch in these two's future, wouldn't you say Jerry?

Jeremy Tucker: She attacked me Andrew, is clearly unbalanced.

Andrew Fulton: That was unfortunate, but Joanne Canelli with another amazing Amazon defence!

As security start to remove the two, The Jersey Devil Diva climbs the corner, holding her Amazon title high to the hisses and boos of the capacity crowd.

[Vince Franklin]

Jeremy Tucker: We are back, and DRAMA is in the middle of the ring, with a microphone in hand.

Andrew Fulton: And of course, Miss Violet is with him.

Jeremy Tucker: Maybe we will get some answers as to why he attacked Buster Friendly after his match with Anthony Alred.

***CROWD BOOS***

[DRAMA stands in the ring, soaking in the boos from the crowd before bringing the mic to his masked face.]

DRAMA: Everywhere I go, all I hear is the same thing. "Why? Why did you attack Buster Friendly?"

***HEEL POP***

DRAMA: When I first came to SWAT, I made a real impact. But I quickly got bored. Distracted. Unmotivated. I lost a match to ..... somebody I can't even bother to remember the name of, he is so beneath me. I needed a challenge. I needed somebody to bring out the best in me. I scoured old SWAT footage, and I found a man who captivated me. He was called Beelzebozo back then, and he was everything I wanted. he was violent, he was unhinged, he was a despicable human being who would go to any lengths to win. Yet he was also a talented wrestler, at his core. But that core was surrounded by trauma, hurt, pain, mental health problems, PTSD, addiction. He was this scarred, injured soul, struggling to dull the pain with drugs and alcohol, who was willing to hurt himself almost to the brink of destruction, because no physical pain could ever top the emotional pain he was in. Beelzebozo....he was beautiful. He was perfect. He was absolutely perfect. A man I could use as my nemesis, a rival to get me to soar to the very top of this company. Our clashes would be epic. But Beelzebozo....Beelzebozo was gone.


[Miss Violet stands next to her wrestler, stroking his chest slowly as he continues.]


DRAMA: But while Beezebozo was dead, Buster Friendly was alive and well. He made his return to SWAT, for one night only, to take on an old acquaintance of his, a washed up former legend that nobody has cared about in fifteen years. Alred doesn't matter, but Bustr Friendly is the object of my desire. Because I know, that no matter how long Buster stays sober, no matter how much progress he makes, no matter how much it looks like he turned his life around....Beelzebozo is still inside of him....somewhere.


DRAMA: that kind of hurt? That kind of hurt never truly dies. It is inside of him, somewhere, clawing at the darkest recesses of his twisted mind. If he thinks he is cured, he is lying to himself. If he thinks his past is behind him, he is delusional. it is there, nipping at his heels. 


DRAMA: Buster Friendly may look like a stable, well adjusted man now, but his shadow against the wall, shimmering in the moonlight, still looks like an evil clown. I saw Buster Friendly talking, but I didn't hear the words he was speaking. 


DRAMA: All I heard were the whispers of the tormented man he used to be, that almost silent voice of a tortured soul repeating one simple phrase over and over and over again....


DRAMA:  ....."let me out." 

DRAMA: Buster Friendly, you are a great wrestler. you showed that at the Memorial Show. But you are also still, in your heart, Beelzebozo. And I am going to prove it.

DRAMA: So this is the big challenge. This is DRAMA calling out Buster Friendly. You face me, Buster. ou face me any time, any where, and I will expose you for the fraud you are. I will expose the lie. i will end the charade.

DRAMA: You may walk into the ring as Buster Friendly....

DRAMA: But I will make sure you walk out as Beelzebozo.

[DRAMA tosses the mic down and leaves the ring, Miss Violet behid him.]

Jeremy Tucker: I don't know what is going on in the mind of that man, but it sounds like big trouble for Buster Friendly!

[radu]

[Coming out of the female locker rooms, Sabrina Sinstone has changed into her street clothes, looking to leave the arena after another crushing defeat.  The hardest working AMAZON in SWAT tries to maintain a sunny disposition but these record setting loses are starting to really depress her.  Seeing how visibly shaken she is, The O-Z look up from the kraft service table.  They weren't booked tonight, but they have a standing enhancement contract, and could really use the food.]

TJ Zouza: What's got you down, 'Rina?

Brien O'Thomas: Did Jewel say something mean to you?  'cause I don't think she knows half the words she says... probably meant nothing by it.  She may have been trying to be your friend.  Do you see the company she keeps?  That woman is slow.

TJ Zouza: Plus she's built like a Shiro - no shame losing to some super human mutant like that.  The shame is wrestling them at all!

Sabrina Sinstone: This is all a lot harder than I thought it was.... I... I'm thinking about...

[The O-Z exchanging knowing nods.  The life of an enhancement talent - its easy to suffer burnout in the face of overwhelming jobs.]

TJ Zouza: Cheer up 'Rina.  We all have a bad patch every now and then.  I haven't won a match is close to two years.  Only way I fight the crippling depression is by constantly winning ballroom dance contests.  My closet is full of trophies.  It helps my self esteem immensely!  The thing is... before you do anything rash, lets work on some fundamentals.

Brien O'Thomas: Yeah!  If you think the long days driving from show to show, knowing that there's a loss to Powerhouse in my future, doesn't make me want to drive our rental into oncoming traffic on the freeway - killing myself and TJ...

TJ Zouza (rethinking his carpool): AND TJ?!?

Brien O'Thomas: .........Death Hopefully instantaneous as our heads collide with the windshield like so many Fairtex suplexes - well you haven't been wrestling that long. <smile> So lets focus on improving your skills!  Practice your wrist and waist locks... it may not lead to wins, but your matches will improve.  It helps get through the darker days when you can take pride in your job.

Sabrina Sinstone <not paying attention>: Pride in my job...

TJ Zouza: Wristlocks?  I'll teach her a quickstep - she can dance circles around her opponents!

Brien O'Thomas: Dancing isn't the answer to everything Mambo King.

TJ Zouza: ...what is that suppose to mean you suicidal Swedish bastard?  Victory can only come from the fluid motions of tango!  Do your waistlocks keep you from crying yourself to sleep every night, job boy?

Brien O'Thomas <sniffle>: They don't and you know it!

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THE O-Z EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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[Ignoring the helpful tag team that are the heart and soul of the federation but about to murder one another over training regiments, Sabrina Sinstone thinks back to the day that started her on her path to SWAT.....]

THE ORIGIN OF SABRINA SINSTONE

[SepiaTone denotes flashback.]

[Warren T. Warrington is the editor of the prestigious News of the Universe rag.  Its that free magazine you sometimes see that homeless guy wearing as a hat on the subway.  Good for headlines about Elvis sightings AND keeping the government from reading your mind?  That's bang for your free magazine buck.  While trying to create a layout for their feature article on porn stars who died in 2018 being linked to President Trump's harem, Warrington's door swings open for cub reporter, Sab Stone.]

Sabrina Sinstone: Boy have I got an article for you chief.

Warren T. Warrington: Have you finished those 500 words on American Bovines of the midwest being turned inside out to be used as Martian martial aids?

Sabrina Sinstone: This is so much bigger than that Impotent Martian story, chief.  WRESTLING!

Warren T. Warrington: Like which Amazons has the president slept with, and might their deaths in the ring be to silence them?  I like it!  I hope Alice Brady wasn't on his list of conquests to be silenced before scandal breaks out.  There was something fishy about how she left, and I always suspected that she had been murdered by Trump.




Sabrina Sinstone: Better!  ...WRESTLING - IS IT REAL... OR FAKE.






[Face palm plant.]

Sabrina Sinstone: We have always heard wild rumours - but what's the inside scoop?  I plan on going undercover as a professional wrestler to figure out the horrible truth.

[Warrington looks ready to kill himself.  Perhaps he was hoping she would stumble upon a Presidential squeeze murder plot, but at least we now know why she never wins matches.  Sabrina Sinstone is a legitimate journalist - in a fashion.]

[Back in the present...]

TJ Zouza: YOU AND ME - IN THE RING TONIGHT - IT'S ON!!!

[The O-Z start to head towards the entrance curtain - until a road agent jumps in their way.]

Lou Sasso: Sorry fellas - you can't wrestle each other tonight.

Brien O'Thomas: Why is that?

Lou Sasso: We just got a report from the Pennsylvania state athletic commission, apparently Zousa is a VERY sick man.  Not cleared to wrestle.

TJ Zousa: I feel fine.

[To prove his physical prowess, TJ Zousa starts to do a dougie for Sasso.  It doesn't go over well.  SWAT's resident medic extraordinaire Rebecca Starr charges over with a defibrillator.]

Rebecca Starr: TJ!  I just saw a report that your spleen seems to have been pulped.  How are you standing?

TJ Zousa: Someone is ribbing you!  Check out these smooth moves---

[Attempting to ignore the dance, Sasso yells over to Sabrina waking her from her origin story.]

Lou Sasso: Hey Stone - management was thinking you could use your journalism skills to get over a new segment where you just interview folks...

Sabrina Sinstone <has her cover been blown>: WHAT JOURNALISM SKILLS?!? <cringe> How did you know?

Lou Sasso: Any other wrestler would have gotten lucky once, we all know you're doing a report on either mysterious appearances of dead SWAT stars in the ring or Trump's obsession with the Amazons.  At least this way you have something to do while you become a better wrestler.

Sabrina Sinstone <thinking over the proposition>: ...............I'll be the best damn reporter slash pseudo wrestler you've ever seen!

[And with that... a segment is born!]

[Stay tuned for The Sinstone Report...]

[FADE TO O'Thomas and Zousa trying to come to blows while Rebecca Starr checks to make sure the dancing fool isn't legally dead.]

[SWAT Team]

(The show returns from spots for SWAT Magazine, the Philadelphia Tourist Bureau, spots for the NFL's 100th Anniversary including the hometown Philadelphia Eagles and various soccer games mainly the Philadelphia Union along with the baseball line up that includes the Philadelphia Phillies. That's followed by various television and fall movie premieres along with the latest video game releases before returning to the exterior of the Wells Fargo Center where the scene fades to ringsider when the camera shows ringsiders holding signs that say "Soutter's not Special!," "Frostbite is ice cold!," "KGB=Krsppy Goofball Bitches!" and "Frostbite burns down SWAT!" before fading the broadcast table where Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton are wearing headphones.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Welcome back and this next match is the next chapter in the Soutter/Frostbite feud. This time they meet in a steel cage match that Frostbite demanded and got. This time there will be a winner."

Andrew Fulton: "Right and any of these Philly losers think they are going to win a world championship. The reality and truth is they won't win another damned championship and Frostbite won't even come close to beating Soutter. So Frostbite should just forget about trying to burn SWAT to the ground."

Jeremy Tucker: "You know as well I do that Frostbite's not going to give up until SWAT burns down and Frostbite gets full control of SWAT. You can bet that Pesci's running scared about the possibility that Frostbite's going to beat Soutter and controlling SWAT."

Andrew Fulton: "Please SWAT is Soutter and Soutter is SWAT and you can't doubt that Jerry. Frostbite's a loser and will always be a loser like these stinking dumbasses who call themselves Philadelphians. Hell when you think about it both Philadelphia sports fans and Frostbite are both losers."

Jeremy Tucker: "You sure know how to make friends in a real sports town.

Andrew Fulton: "Hey Pesci, KGB and Blaze Freya are the only friends I need and the hell with these fans."

Jeremy Tucker: "Please Pesci's a fraud and just wants to suck the life out of SWAT."

Andrew Fulton: "He saved SWAT from the incompetence of his slave Lynn Brewster and nobody thought that Radu Matei would remain champion either. Hell nobody expected 'Timeless' Alex Turner would win the SWAT Hardcore Title from Psychotic Goth."

Jeremy Tucker: "That's only because they got plenty of assistance from the KGB, who wanted Radu Matei dead and Psychotic Goth lost because his allies Team Fairtex and The Hired Killers turned on him."

Andrew Fulton: "So what about it. Pesci seems to like this guy and hates freaks like Psychotic Goth and trash like Frostbite. Speaking of freaks if Hells Bouncer and Powder Puff think they can sue Pesci and Soutter for a rematch. They should remember what Pesci did to Brewster's lawyer months ago and the same will happen to their lawyer."

Jeremy Tucker: "If I were you I wouldn't talk about Frostbite that way no matter how much he still likes you. Another thing do not mock 'The Psychotic One' after he lost his title and the way Team Fairtex and The Hired Killers turned against him. Don't forget that both Frostbite and Psychotic Goth are good friends and tag team partners."

Andrew Tucker: "So let them try and both are going to get bitch slapped from both the KGB and Soutter."

Jeremy Tucker: "I'm sure they'll try and both will return the favor with some bitch slaps of their own. Right now let's go to the ring for the introductions to this wild and brutal cage match."

Frank Salazar: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it's a steel cage match. Introducing irst from Melbourne, Australia. he comes in a 6ft. and weighs in at a fit and trim 428lbs. He is the Big Bad Bustling Bandit. Please welcome Soutter."

("Peel your cap off" by Ice-T plays and The Bandit Mobil makes it way down to the ring, Soutter and Bruno standing in the back of the Ute. Soutter comes to ringside wearing a KGB T-shirt to boos and things being thrown at him. He flips off the fans as he insults the Philadelphia wrestling fans along with the City of Philadelphia. He looks at the cage with a confident look on his face before entering continuing to flip off the fans and insults them.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Well at least he's still consistent when it comes to insulting any host city teams and their wrestling fans."

Andrew Fulton: "What do you expect he's a big New Yawk Giants fan like Joe Pesci. Hell I'm in fact a big Dallas Cowboy fan..."

(An angry fan throws something at Fulton's head.)

Andrew Fulton: "Oww! I'm going to get Blaze Freya to whoomp his ass!"

Jeremy Tucker: "If she's recovered from that submission loss to Avery."

Andrew Fulton: "She will and you'll see her kick ass or maybe the KGB will."

Frank Salazar: "Now introducing from Denver, CO. He comes in at 6'2" and weighs in at 225lbs. He is the Cold hearted Bastard. Please welcome Frostbite."

("Seek and Destroy" by Metallica plays and we see lotus flying on the tron for a few seconds until days turn to night as the image and another of a huge nuclear explosion as you see tanks firing in the air and right after that we see soldiers in unison and that image fades out and another image of a huge nuclear explosion on as you see nothing but ashes and dust of a city. The lights in the arena grow dark for a few seconds as it comes back blue light is seen up the show of the steps as someone is standing up there wearing a gray hoodie with their head down. As they slowly pick up their head we can see the intense look in their blue eyes. We see it is Frostbite. He takes a walk down the steps as fans reach out to touch his hands or his broad shoulders. He glares at Soutter who glares back at him as Frostbite removes his gray hoodie and enters the cage.)

Jeremy Tucker: "The bell rings and this match is underway. They continue where they left off as both exchange lefts and rights. Frostbite forces Soutter into the ropes and he whips him into the ropes which Soutter reverses sending Frostbite into the ropes. Soutter misses with a clothesline and Frostbite comes off with a Lou Thesz Press."

Andrew Fulton: "Frostbite grounds and pounds Soutter who forces him off. Frostbite's being relentless and continues his brutal assault forcing Soutter into the ropes. Frostbite bites Soutter’s head like a hungry rabid animal. This is the same way these Philly fans literally act like when they don't get their cheese steaks without the Whiz....Oww!....Hey!"

Jeremy Tucker: "Serves you right for insulting these fans."

Andrew Fulton: "They deserve the insults. Frostbite literally continues to bite Soutter's head. He smashes Soutter's head into the steel cage post and Soutter's the first to bleed."

Jeremy Tucker: "Soutter's gotten even more bloodied as Frostbite continues smashing his head into the steel cage post. Frostbite backs up and charges in but Soutter counters with a clothesline. Now Soutter goes to work on Frostbite with a series of violent stomps onto Frostbite's chest."

Andrew Fulton: "Good for Soutter since Frostbite's a classless act who isn't even worthy of carrying KGB's jock strap let alone being allowed to smell their jock straps. Soutter drops knee after knee to Frostbite's head before picking him up and smashing his head into the steel cage post and Frostbite's bleeding badly."

Jeremy Tucker: "Soutter chokes Frostbite and unleashes a series of reverse knife edges. He delivers a series of stiff chops to the chest before whipping Frostbite into the corner and charges in avalanching him with authority."

Andrew Fulton: "That's showing Frostbite who's really in charge of SWAT. Soutter belly to belly suplex's Frostbite and now mounts the top ropes and attempts to butt bounce onto Frostbite but Frostbite gets his knees up and Soutter's rolling back and forth feeling his butt in pain. Frostbite gets up and he opens up a can of whoop ass."

Frostbite: "I'M GOING TO BEAT YOUR FAT STINKING ASS ALL OVER THIS CAGE!"

Jeremy tucker: "Looks like Frostbite's stating the obvious. Frostbite whips Soutter in to the ropes and he flying shoulder tackles Soutter."

Andrew Fulton: "Did you just hear that! Frostbite's going to kill Soutter and these Philli wrestling fans approve of this thug killing Soutter....OWW! I'm getting you for this!"

Jeremy Tucker: "Please. Frostbite climbs to the top rope and delivers a flying kneedrop to Soutter's head. Frostbite picks Soutter up and whips him into the corner and chages in delivering a flying knee to Souter's nose and Soutter's nose is bleeding profusely."

Andrew Fulton: "Frostbite's attempting to murder this great man. Frostbite mounts the top turnbuckle and starts pounding away on Soutter. He whips Soutter in to the opposite corner and charges in but Soutter counters with a big boot followed by a clothesline out of the corner. He stomps a mud hole into Frostbite's chest and follows up with a can of whoop ass. That's showing that wannabe murderer."

Jeremy Tucker: "Soutter mounts and grounds and pounds Frostbite and now he's bleeding from the nose profusely."

Soutter: "NOW YOU'LL SUFFER FOR TRYING TO BURN MY PROMOTION DOWN SNOWFLAKE!"

Andrew Fulton: "You tell him Soutter."

Jeremy Tucker: "Soutter picks up Frostbite and running Oklahoma Slams him in the middle of the ring. He makes his way to the door and the referee unlocks it as Frostbite starts to stir and sees Soutter reach the door. He gets up and charges and spears Soutter in the back knocking him into the cage door which flies open but the referee closes the door as Soutter is now busted open badly due to the collision with the door."

Andrew Fulton: "Frostbite opens up a can of whoop ass and he's not letting up for a moment. Now he returns the favor by stomping a mud hole into Soutter's stomach with a vengeance. He heads for the cage wall and starts climbing and he's not stopping."

Jeremy Tucker: "Frostbite wants to win and he wants to win badly. He's halfway up the cage as Soutter starts to stir and he sees Soutter and waits before flying off and double axe handles him sending Soutter to one knee. Frostbite bounds into the ropes and diving dropkicks the back of Soutter's knee."

Andrew Fulton: "Fifteen yards for attempting to injure an opponent."

Jeremy Tucker: "This is pro wrestling and not football Fulton."

Andrew Fulton: "Who cares it's still a flagrant foul. Hell these fans probably committ them everyday....Owww! You'll regret that you jerk!"

Jeremy Tucker: "Maybe he likes you."

Andrew Fulton: "Ha! Ha!"

Jeremy Tucker: "Soutter's backed into the ropes as Frostbite continues his assault delivering lefts and rights. Soutter counters with a hard knee to Frostbite's stomach followed by a series of kicks to his legs. Frostbite's down as Soutter starts to climb the cage."

Andrew Fulton: "Come on Soutter! Soutter's slowly making his way up to the top of the cage but Frostbite sees it and he makes his way to the cage. He starts climbing with a purpose and catches up to Soutter as he nears the top of the cage. Frostbite grabs a handful of tights and pulls himself and Soutter off the cage."

Jeremy Tucker: "At least there was no wardrobe malfunctions. Both men are down and rolling back and forth in pain after that fall. They struggle to get back to their feet as Soutter clotheslines Frostbite and both men are down again."

Andrew Fulton: "After Soutter deals with Frostbite. He should have him arrested and charged for trying to create a wardrobe malfunction. Soutter takes him to the steel cage mesh and scrapes Frostbite's head back and forth across that steel cage mesh cutting him open. Keep it up Soutter."

Jeremy Tucker: "Soutter smashes Frostbite's head into the steel cage post and again he heads for the door. Once again Soutter heads for the door and the referee unlocks it but Frostbite chop blocks Soutter's bad leg and pulls away from the door."

Andrew Fulton: "Okay that's now officially a personal foul chop block on Frostbite. So ring the bell and disqualify Frostbite and declare Soutter the victor."

Jeremy Tucker: "Do you remember what sport this is."

Andrew Fulton: "It's pro wrestling which these fans know nothing about....Oww! I'll have you arrested for assault."

Jeremy Tucker: "Can't you be nice to the fans for once and maybe they'll be nice to you."

Andrew Fulton: "No fan has ever been nice to me. Frostbite seems to have returned the favor and is scraping Soutter's head and face into the steel cage mesh."

Jeremy Tucker: "So far this match has been a tit for tat match and none of these guys are giving any quarter, inch or ground. They want each other's blood and they're spilling it even if it kills them which in this case seems to be both their goals."

Andrew Fulton: "Frostbite should use all the blood that he spills to give the former hardcore champion a blood transfusion so he can revive faster and recover from his KGB beatdown in no time."

(The ringsiders boo as the KGB comes to ringside.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Terrific the KGB once again makes an appearance at ringside They seem to be shouting encouragement and shaking the steel cage mesh. They pound on the steel cage mesh and continue to shout encouragement to Soutter who responds by delivering a series of headbutts sending Frostbite to the canvas."

Andrew Fulton: "They KGB only wants to encourage Soutter on to victory. Soutter stomps away at Frostbite's legs and arms before choking him with his boot. The KGB is practically rocking the cage mesh trying to get him to leave the cage and win."

Jeremy Tucker: " Soutter sets up Frostbite and piledrives him hard into the canvas. Soutter heads for the cage door again and the referee unlocks it and again the referee unlocks and opens the door."

Andrew Fulton: "Be prepared to make that historical announcement Franky boy because Soutter's going to be the winner. Here he comes and The Hired Killers, Roxylishus and 'Timeless' Alex Turner are there to great him at the door. He's almost out of the cage before Frostbite grabs him by the legs as The Hired Killers, Roxylishus and 'Timeless' Alex Turner attempt to pull him out but Frostbite manages to pull him back in and the referee closes and locks the door again. Did you see him try to commit another wardrobe malfunction offense again. In fact, Robbie Cox was said to have put Frostbite up to it."

Jeremy Tucker: "Robbie Cox had nothing to do with Frostbite trying to pull Soutter back into or off the cage by using the tights. Frostbite delivers a series of vicious forearms to Soutter's already ailing back."

Andrew Fulton: "By the time this match is over there won't be nothing left of these two. Frostbite's climbing up the cage again as the KGB's shaking and climbing the cage to keep him from exiting. 'Timeless' Alex Turner just took out a pair of pliers and he's using them to pinch Frostbite's fingers."

Jeremy Tucker: "Looks like Turner has another weapon other than his time travelling mechanical hand. Soutter takes advantage of the situation and climbs up the opposite side of the cage and starts climbing up with a purpose. Frostbite sees him climbing up and he drops off that side of the cage and goes over to start climbing Soutter's side."

Andrew Fulton: "Obviously he realizes if the KGB attempts to stop Frostbite. They may be doing the same to him too and he'll lose the match. Yeah the nickname 'Cold hearted bastard' fits Frostbite perfectly. Soutter kicks at Frostbite's head and hands almost sending Frostbite off the cage wall but he holds on for dear life."

Jeremy Tucker: "Frostbite's not giving up and he regains his hold on the steel cage wall. He takes off where he's left off as Soutter is close to the top. Frostbite sees Soutter slip a bit as Frostbite reaches him and gets to the top of the cage first."

Andrew Fulton: "Soutter grabs Frostbite and pulls him off the top of the steel cage. Frostbite barely gets a grasp of the steel cage mesh before he crashed back down into the cage. Soutter reaches the top and is trying to straddle the top to rest a bit."

Jeremy Tucker: "Frostbite gets to the top of the cage and starts climbing over the top as Soutter wastes no time delivering a series of lefts to Frosty who delivers some lefts of his own. They start exchanging lefts and rights and they are swaying back and forth on top of the cage."

Andrew Fulton: "One of them could be dead by the time this match is over if they go splat on the hard concrete floor. Soutter delivers a series of forearm smashes and Frostbite is rocked. He sways around and round but he counters with a series of forearms of his own."

Jeremy Tucker: "Looks like you could be right since one of them could be severely hurt by the time this match is over. Soutter and Frostbite exchange stiff European uppercuts and both look like they are dazed."

Andrew Fulton: "Considering Frostbite's condition he's both dazed and confused and that also includes his wrestling career. Soutter delivers a series of vicious headbutts rocking Frostbite who sways towards the inside of the cage. Soutter takes a wild swing but Frostbite ducks it."

Jeremy Tucker: "Frostbite was bluffing and he falls down mosh pit style and lands on top of the KGB wiping them out! Frostbite wins! No, wait he needs his feet to be on the ground to win and he is on top of all the fallen KGB he just landed on"

(The ringsiders boo as Joe Pesci comes to ringside.)

Andrew Fulton: "Soutter see’s Frostbite hasn’t actually won, and he quickly starts trying to climb downt he cage. QUICKER SUIT!"

(Soutter nearing the bottom of the cage, and Frostbite looks up and sees Suit close to the bottom and tries to get off the mountain of bodies. The bell rings.!)

Ding

DING

DING

Frank Salazar: "Your winner at 20minutes and 20seconds Frostbite."

Jeremy Tucker: "Frostbite prevails in this very brutal and bloody cage battle and Pesci's in his face cussing him out only to receive a slap in the face by Frostbite sending him down as The Hired Killers storm over to him AK-47's drawn to protect Pesci while Frostbite jumps mosh pit style into the ringside seating area and the ringsiders carry him away as he celebrates."

(The Hired Killers and the KGB help Joe Pesci up but he shakes them off.)

Joe Pesci: "DON'T MIND ME JUST GO AFTER FROSTBITE!"

"Timeless" Alex Turner: "THE RINGSIDERS ARE BLOCKING OUR WAY!"

Joe Pesci: "THEN GO UP THE ENTRANCEWAYS AND THE ARENA ENTRANCES! NOW GO AFTER FROSTBITE AND BRING HIM TO ME!"

Jade: "YES SIR BOSS!"

(The Hired Killers leave and the KGB splits up and starts looking for Frostbite.)

Andrew Fulton: "The Hired Killers are doing what they do best along with the rest of the KGB. Pesci's ordering the KGB to search and destroy Frostbite for assaulting Pesci."

Jeremy Tucker: "You were the one who said he was scared of Pesci and look who got slapped silly."

Joe Pesci: "SECURITY THESE FRONT ROW JAMOKEES THINK THEY CAN JUST RUIN THIS GREAT ENTERTAINING SHOW! WELL I DON'T THINK SO! I'M BANNING THESE RINGSIDERS FROM ANY AND ALL SWAT EVENTS IN PHILADELPHIA! THAT INCLUDES THAT JAMOKEE WHO THINKS HE CAN HARASS OUR BROADCAST TEAM!"

(The ringsiders boo as Security Personnel start removing ringsiders as Pesci flips everyone off.)

Andrew Fulton: "Finally justice is served."

Jeremy Tucker: "Well this was quite an interesting card so far and it got even more interesting as Frostbite just defeated Soutter and managed to escape the KGB's wrath with the help of the ringsiders."

Andrew Fulton: "Pesci was too nice since he should have had those ringsiders arrested for aiding and abetting a criminal."

Jeremy Tucker: "Well it's going to be quite interesting in the weeks to come. We'll be back with more great SWAT action after these words from our sponsors."

(They fade to commercials.)

[radu]

[The nail is broken.  Rather than exposing the new flesh, cuticles underneath bubble up from the harden surface.  The sanitary habits of the pets he handles do not lend themselves to proper wound care which might explain the pinkish hue of infection.  A wooden splint has been tied down with medical tape, desperately trying to reset the digit - even though he will just break it again in the next defence.  He always does.  Got it first from Timeless, but Canelli really did a number on it at the Memorial run in.  For all its grubby glory, the seared finger of a champion runs along the golden plates of the world title.  Crawling over the crevices like a bug, the hard touch traces the words...]

[Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition...]

[World Heavyweight Champion.]

[World... its funny.  When SWAT first came back with the Amazon and Atlantic Coast regions, they had no interest in having a world title.  They needed more talent, more backstage workers - just more everything to justify a strap that was held by the likes of Dan Stein and Stan Wilson.  They would come up with games - golden tickets - to slow burn a title fight over two years.  Two long years of guys like Vincent Viper, Beelzebozo, The Industrial Man, Kilroy Evans and the Psychotic Goth killing themselves in Atlantic Coast main events that should have been world title matches, but always settled for regional heavyweight straps.  By the time they had finally finished handing out tickets all the top talent had injured themselves out or retired.  So what were you left with?  Lynn Brewster and Hell's Bouncer duking it out to be the first world champion in over a decade, even though the level of competition had taken a sharp nose dive in the previous few months.]

[Its more a word to suggest greatness than an accurate reflection of credibility.]

[He wants it to be great though.]

[Despite his dirty hands, the gold belt glimmers under the hot studio lights.  Polished to the point where you can see the world champion's face looking down at it, even if it does give you nightmares.]

"Tonight you don't look like much of a champion."

"I'm more what you call... a title holder."

"We're on in 5, 4..."

[The stage manager gestures 3, 2, 1 - before the LIVE sign lights up.]

THE SINSTONE REPORT

With Sabrina Sinstone

Sabrina Sinstone: Good evening and welcome to the first exciting addition of the Sinstone Report!  I'm your host, Sabrina Sinstone, and joining me for the evening in the world champion of SWAT, Radu Matei.

Radu Matei <looking up from his title>: Good luck with this new endeavour, Sabrina.

Sabrina Sinstone: Thanks Rad.  Now we are speaking to you on the eve of your title defence against a former Caribbean heavyweight champion, multiple time Hardkore World champion, living legend, The Great Syberus - so if viewers are watching this in rerun, there is a good chance you won't be the champion at the time of this broadcast.

Radu Matei <cringe>: I wouldn't blame your viewers for thinking that - certainly older viewers would be more familiar with his body of work.  I enjoyed watching him myself.  The simple truth is, Syberus only just got back into town, and while Evans and him had another classic - Syberus immediately started campaigning for a title shot.  Has it been a month?  I will be the first to tell you that wrestling Syberus IS a big deal.  The only thing is, we haven't been waiting for him, SWAT has been consistently putting on a good product.  Sabrina - if you spent two months getting roughed up by Zolothach, Jewel, and Blaze Freya - that is worth something.  You may not have twenty years of wins, but you have been roughed up recently in the ring that this belt represents.  Syberus can be champion next week, all respect in the world, but this week... he needs to take his lumps with the rest of us.

Sabrina Sinstone: You mention SWAT viewers being more familiar with his work than yours, but you've been employed by the company for...

Radu Matei: 18 years.

Sabrina Sinstone: Where have they been hiding you?

Radu Matei: I was doing European indies with a tag partner as the Bucharest Express, we must have been doing something right, because we got called up to SWAT Japan back in 2001...

Sabrina Sinstone: Someone actually leaked footage from your brief time there a month back.

Radu Matei: Yes.  The owner took an immediate dislike to us expecting some more name Gaijins - Americans that the fans could identify with.  He made it a personal mission to make the life of my partner hell...

Sabrina Sinstone: And your partner's name?

Radu Matei: I am happy to say he found substantially more success than me - he is with a rival promotion, so I wouldn't feel comfortable name dropping him.  Basically the SWAT Japan owner decided to frame my friend for the loss of a major sponsor - that is the kind of business hurting move that can get a guy sent to the SWAT equivalent of hell.

Sabrina Sinstone: SWAT Dixie.

Radu Matei: So the owner pushed hard for my partner to get sent there.  Despite Lynn Brewster's claims that it doesn't exist, SWAT Dixie is basically where all the worst guys are sent, region killers, to waste away the rest of their careers.  The worst of the worst.  My partner was a lot greener than me, would not have lasted a week... so I took a bullet for him.  Didn't realize I would be bleeding out for the next eighteen years. <shrugs> What can you do?

Sabrina Sinstone: Which brings us to the 194 that haunted you all last cycle.  On the Tribute pay per view you admitted in a backstage segment, admittedly under the influence of heavy narcotics, that this was a reference to a former enemy of yours, Pear?

Radu Matei <cringe>: King Pear.  I was pretty doped up at that show, and do not enjoy discussing him.  When I first got to SWAT Dixie, I was deathly afraid of bugs.  Pear thought that was hilarious.  He would put pests in my gym bags, rental cars, food.  Then extend it to the ring, match after match with stipulations that inevitably ended with me locked in a casket with centipedes or cockroaches.  First time I had five hundred millipedes walking on me - I was hysterical.  Eventually it got easier - until the first earwig crawled under my eyelid.  You have these traumas.  They break you... and god knows I was broken.  Eventually I had known the fear so often, that I just couldn't be afraid any more.  You deaden to these emotions.  Embrace the torture as a gimmick.  So here I am, a walking testament to King Pear being a piece of shit - doing all the things to other that he did to me... they might not be as susceptible... but that's me, walking fear.

Sabrina Sinstone: Sounds like a real piece of work.

Radu Matei <sad smile>: He was.  So we had this one knockout match, and I knew the only way to put him down for the ten count was to practically kill him... which is what I did.  I tried to shove TWO HUNDRED twinkles down the diabetic bastard's throat... he went into a coma long before I made it to 194, but security pulled me off before I could shove the last six in.  At that point I was as he made me, not man, but animal - the Beast of Dixie.  Like all of my history in that organization, I don't like reliving it.  The reference to the 194 confectionaries that I used to put a man in a coma can only be coming from Pear or one of his Dixie pals.

Sabrina Sinstone: Is the wrestler we saw done up like a Zombie at the pay per view, in the wildly inappropriate costume, one of those men?

Radu Matei: He is.  Well... the original was.  The guy who did that routine to torment the real Tanner Jr. back in SWAT North East passed away a few years ago.  After North East went down, he did find himself in my stomping grounds - so whoever was under that mask is a mutual acquaintance.

Sabrina Sinstone: I know all my viewers found that run-in to be extremely offensive, so we all wish you good luck in knocking his teeth out.  Thank you for your---

Radu Matei: Before we go, I would like to address the SWAT World Title scene.

Sabrina Sinstone <waving hand>: The floor is yours.

Radu Matei: I may not be the champion when this night is over, but I would like to address some of the people who have their names in title contention.  While some of these specifically relate to me, I expect they will be the same gunning for Syberus should he capitalize on my sacrifice tonight.  He well might.  Those not mentioned, this is not a slight - just a reminder - TALK TRASH.  Syberus has a title shot tonight not because of his marquee value, which is significant, but because he actually ASKED.  Try it.

The thing is... that our tag team scene - TONG FAIRTEX and HELL'S BOUNCER - two guys going after the world tag team titles, have spent more time asking for a shot at me than they have talking about how great it is only having to do a quarter of the work in a match.  If I was still a tag specialist, that seems like the only thing I would talk about.  How are singles treating you?  Did I mention us tag guys don't have to wrestle nearly as much as you?  Even if their need to call me out puts down the division they champion, good for them for actually being passionate about singles glory.  We could all learn a valuable lesson from Hell's Bouncer - and not just the negative effects of drinking while pregnant.


KILROY EVANS.  No ring rust on him.  The doctor's say the red area is ringworm.  Already has a CONVINCING victory over my opponent tonight, so is a no brainer for the world title picture.  Hell, when people complain that SWAT should have brought the world title back during the days when Hell's Bouncer was rightly opening the shows, they frequently use Evans' name as the quality standard.  I can't argue with them.  I was pleased as hell to see him come out of retirement.  The two things you can be sure of is that the man has a world title run in him, and that he already regrets not staying retired.  So the only question is, champion or florida passport - which comes first?

The KGB.  Syberus was quick to point out that Joe Pesci's sidekicks have been heavily involved in my last two defences.  What he failed to mention was that I had basically won both matches before Pesci's goons made an appearance.  Mike Maddox was down for the three count before TIMELESS broke it up.  They just extended it to tarnish my victory. <flinch> I so take that personally.  While Soutter was stealing my thunder, Joanne Canelli was taking advantage of my nearly dead state to choke me out.

I am not in favour of defending against other champions.  I pride my world title run on building up my challengers instead of cutting them down.  I have no interest in looking better than the Amazons championship or Hardcore belt... we all hold gold... its just different.

Which is REALLY lucky for TIMELESS ALEX TURNER and THE JERSEY DEVIL DIVA JOANNE CANELLI... because I REALLY WANT to make them pay for taking advantage of me.  Hopefully they remain champions for a LONG TIME... because as it stands, those are the only thing saving them from feeling my full wrath.  Leaving SOUTTER as the only member of Pesci's merry band to come after me.  Paul - we started something at the Anzac Cup - anytime you get the gold fever, I'll be happy to drop another metric ton of waste on you.

JADE.  When I first came to this SWAT - I was still very much the animal that Dixie made me.  I had one goal, to hurt Lynn Brewster.  I neither cared nor realized who else I was hurting in my quest to torture her.  During the Sin City Showdown, I locked Brewster in a cage bursting with worms... but in my rage I neglected the second person in that cage.  Jade.  You were an innocent victim.  The trauma you suffered pains me deeply.  While it is your husband demanding a title shot for revenge, it is you who deserves it.  We will never be squared, but anytime you want to take a shot at me, you are completely justified - and I will be more than happy to accommodate your attempt.

HELL'S BOUNCER.  You were in the right place at the right time.  While I am quite vocal in my disdain for your championship run, I have not granted you a world title rematch, because simply, it would not end well for you.  For your own sake, embrace the mystique of ushering the world title into a modern age.  People will see you working the mid card, and wonder what happened to the former great.  They will chalk your lack of main events up to an injury and not a superior roster that is leaving you behind in the dust.  It is better to live in the past, than to face the mirror of how much worse it could have gone for you... and it will.  Consider that a warning.

SUZI SPITZ.  Finds herself in the same boat as Canelli and Timeless.  I don't like champion versus champion matches, but I can think of no other champion more worthy than her.  A congratulations on her recent victory.  I know that she will take the Amazon division by storm.  SWAT is a much richer company for having her in it, and anytime she wants to move from the Pan-Am division into world contention, I know she will give me a run for my money.

LUCKY LINDA.  Of all my defences, the one against Linda is my fondest memory... in all my times at SWAT.  It was brutal.  It was cruel.  It was something else.  All the Amazons should be mounting more challenges for the world title, but Linda was the one that proved it.  No one has proved a tougher opponent last cycle.  I am not just saying that to get under Timeless skin.  She got close enough that a rematch is in order.

FROSTBITE.  Like Maddox, I feel like I was in control at the end of that encounter - but the match itself?  Unbecoming of men such as us.  A road agent with a personal problem let his demons destroy what could have been a modern classic.  Now that your business with Soutter is drawing to a conclusion, I would be happy to go another round.  I'm sure left to our own devices we can actually have the match that the fans expected the first time out.

...We have larger than life characters like JONNIE VALENTINE coming back into the mix.  Its only a matter of time before he runs out of HARDKORE stuff to sell and needs a new piece of wrestling memorabilia to eBay off.  I will defend this title with every last pint of blood.  PSYCHOTIC GOTH has been distracted by the ever annoying TIMELESS, but the moment he's finished kicking that time travelling bastards' ass - he is always a top tier threat.

As we enter this new season of SWAT, I don't know what the future lies for this title... but I will die for it.

Sabrina Sinstone: The world title scene has never looked better.  One name you briefly touched on, Lynn Brewster.  Your thoughts now?

Radu Matei: I came to SWAT because Lynn took something important from me.  On my way to hurting her, I found a new purpose.  I am trying me best to grow as a person.  I don't think I will ever let my hate for her go.  We are past that point.  As someone who has been abused by powerful men, I do empathize with her current situation.  I still hate her, but I wouldn't wish her current situation on anyone.  

















<long pause> I hope she finds a way to free herself.  








<twitch> ...She freed me.

Sabrina Sinstone: Thank you, Rad, and good luck with tonights big title defence!  I have a feeling you're going to need it. <turning to camera 1> We have been speaking with SWAT World Heavyweight Champion, Radu Matei.  Until next time, I am Sabrina Sinstone thanking you for watching the Sinstone Report.

[The lights dim as host and guest continue to banter.]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome back, and it’s now time for our main event of the evening, The Dixie Beast Radu Matei defending the World Strap against The Great Syberus!

Andrew Fulton : Radu fresh off another big win at the memorial against both Maddox and Morgan, well, not so much Morgan, he didn’t even make it the ring, god damn pussy.

Jeremy Tucker : Maddox is in the ICU in a coma as a result of that match, care of the KGB, and Radu himself isn’t far from one either after seeing them doctors reports earlier, wow.

Andrew Fulton : That wasn’t Radu, that was TJ Zousa.

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

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

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

#Makes me feel like a madman on the run#

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Rough hands swatting aside the curtain, the five-time SWAT Dixieland champion pushes his way out into the arena. Clenching his fists, Radu Matei starts to stalk down the aisle in sync with the music. The audience approval seems to make the champion uncomfortable, though he could also be suffering from bruised ribs.]

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

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

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

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

Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is for the SWAT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!

Introducing first, hailing from Sibiu Romania. Coming in at 6’2 and 234 pounds .... The Dixie Beast! The SWAT World Heavyweight CHAMPION!!!! RADU MATEI!!!

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"Two Notes Shy Of An Octave" by Red City Radio kicks off and the crowd pops, Syberus doesn't leave them waiting long though and pushes his way out from the curtain. He takes a second to look around at the audience on the stage before pumping his fist in the air with a "YEAH!!" and swaggering his way down to the ring, high fiving a few fans on his way.

Syberus rolls into the ring and pops up on a turnbuckle, pumping his fist with another "YEAH!!"

Frank Salazar : And introducing the challenger ... hailing from Manchester, England ... coming in at 6’ and 232 pounds ... THE GREAT SYBERUS!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : This is it Fulton, main event and World title on the line, referee Joe Davola calls for the bell and we are under way. Both men slowly circle the other, wary, and they hook up, Syb with a Judo hip toss. Radu up to his feet and Syberus with a beautiful arm drag. Syb is a pure techinician! The champ, he is more a brawler and smash mouth killer.

Andrew Fulton : That he is, and right on queue, he clobbers Syb with a knee lift and then a cracking left to the temple which drops Syb.

Jeremy Tucker : Radu mounts Syberus and ground and pounds him, Syb counters out of it and ties Radu up in a hammerlock on the mat. Radu wriggling around trying to get out of it, but Syb keeps the pressure on and Radu gets a hold of the rope and Davola calls for the break.

Andrew Fulton : Syb looks pleased with himself and he is preening in the ring, telling Radu to come get some more. Radu comes in and gouges the eyes of Syb, then starts choking him. These vanilla midgets, they just don’t get there technical moves mean jack shit once they cop a fist to the face or a thump to the eye.

Jeremy Tucker : Syb breaks the choke and nails Radu with a Russian leg sweep! He says Fulton, i’ll see your eye gouge and raise it a Russian leg sweep.

Andrew Fulton : How do you see a eye gouge Jerry? You’re blinded literally and can’t see it.

Jeremy Tucker : Syb with a back suplex on Radu ... SUNSET FLIP!!!

Davola drops for the count.

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

Two ..... Radu rolls the shoulder.

Andrew Fulton : Radu looks like he is struggling with the technical skills of Syb early Jerry. You got to hand it to these technicians.

Jeremy Tucker : Are you insane, you just called him a vanilla midget only two minutes ago.

Andrew Fulton : Yeah, but his moves are starting to grow on me.

Jeremy Tucker : (shaking his head) Radu has put away the best technicians SWAT has had to offer, including both Timeless and Morelli from Chianti.

Andrew Fulton : I thought you said Morelli out promoted him though Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Let’s not go there, that was a tough time in my life. The guy was screaming instructions down the head set and i feared for my job and just had to say them, looks like he’s got other problems now, namely the rumors of Witness Protection relocation.

Andrew Fulton : I was offered that once, this one night when Big Stan Wilson and Big Bad Bill and i had had too many drinks after an old Australian show, well, one thing led to another and let’s just say, i am no rat, so all three of us, we can never enter that country, or continent or whatever you call it again. Radu with a massive uppercut from nowhere rocks Syb.

Jeremy Tucker : Syb fights back with a knife edge chop which peels open Radu like a hot knife thru butter!

Andrew Fulton : Radu is falling to pieces, match by match, show by show. The sooner someone gets the belt off him the better, for all concerned, himself included.

Jeremy Tucker : Radu with another uppercut, right to the point of the chin, Syb reels, then answers back with another chop to the chest of Radu. Radu winces, trying to not show the pain, but he is only mortal and Syb seizes and hits a 3rd chop, a 4th! Now a 5th and Radu’s chest is bright red, its bruising already, the capillaries wanting to escape the broken vessel housing them.

Andrew Fulton : Syb with a roaring elbow! Finish him!

Jeremy Tucker : You are going for Syb now?

Andrew Fulton : Well, Radu is a beast, but lately, he has been pandering to these fans too much. Syb does that too, but, i like a winner, and Syb seems a winner to me.

Jeremy Tucker : Syberus follows up with a neckbreaker. How about that handshake last show, Mr Dropkick Jonnie Valentine and The Great Syberus uniting! That was a MOMENT!

Andrew Fulton : Thought they were going to start smooching each other after it.

Jeremy Tucker : Spine buster from Syberus, and he goes for a cover, Davola making the count.

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

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

TH ... Radu rolls the shoulder.

Andrew Fulton : Radu gets back on the offensive, and bulldogs Syb.

Jeremy Tucker : Radu follows it up with a release belly to belly suplex! Cover by Radu ...

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

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

T ... Syb kicks out and Davola shows two fingers for a two count.

Andrew Fulton : Radu stays on Syb ... connects with an axe bomber!

Jeremy Tucker : WHEEL BARROW PILEDRIVER! Radu just planted Syb with that piledriver ... another cover ....

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

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

THR ... NO! Syberus gets a foot on the ropes.

Andrew Fulton : Syberus back in control now, and he executes a nice drop kick to Radu!

Jeremy Tucker : DISCUSS CLOTHESLINE! Wristlock takedown with leg scissors!

Andrew Fulton : Davola checking the head scissors, and Radu is struggling to get out, he rolls around and Syb hooks a leg making a small package type cover ...

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

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

THR ... NO! Radu kicks out.

Andrew Fulton : Syberus places Radu up on the top turnbuckle .... whats he going for here Jerry?

Jeremy Tucker : Not sure .... Syberus just bundles Radu off the top and he sails to the concrete floor below.

Andrew Fulton : No pussy mats here in SWAT Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Yeah, Pesci is too cheap to pay for them.

Andrew Fulton : Syberus goes outside also, rolls Radu back into the ring and sets him up on the top again.

Jeremy Tucker : Syberus goes to push Radu off to the outside again, but he is too casual, and Radu grabs him by the hair and rams his knee into the face of Syberus, and again, and again AND AGAIN!!!

Andrew Fulton : Syb crumbles on the mat ..... SENTON by Radu! That’s it! It’s over Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : Cover by Radu, hooks a leg ...

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

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

THR ... Syberus rolls the shoulder!

Andrew Fulton : He just doesn’t give up. DIAMOND CUTTER!!! Syberus just nailed a desperation Diamond Cutter on Radu! Cover him!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Syb is still down too though, catching his breath, both these men now feeling the effects of this match up. Syb crawls over and drapes an arm on Radu for the cover .....

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

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

TH ... FOOT ON THE ROPE!

Andrew Fulton : The Sacrificial Idol just sacrificed another 2 years from his life with that kick out and the more punishment that comes with it.

Jeremy Tucker : See how he told Syberus in the promos that he loves SWAT as much as Syb loves the old Hardkore World? That’s why he keeps kicking out, and that’s why he puts his body thru all these gruelling epic matches. The fans have witnessed it, and that’s why they are now warming to him, sure he is a cold hard killer, and tough as nails, but, he actually loves the place, and the fans respect it, and his hard work and efforts to restore the fed and its belt to its former glory.

Andrew Fulton : Code Breaker! Syberus with the Code Breaker! He covers the lifeless Radu.

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

TWO ...............

THREE!!!

NOOOOOO!!! Radu got a shoulder up!

Andrew Fulton : Syb asking Davola if that was three and he tells him only two and Syberus glares at him in frustration.

Jeremy Tucker : Radu back in control as he manages to deliver a thrust kick to the head of Syb!

Andrew Fulton : CWM Special: Jumping Backdrop Driver!

Jeremy Tucker : Nailed it! Radu slumps down for a cover ....

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

TWO ....................

THRE ... Syberus kicks out.

Andrew Fulton : He won’t stay down!

Jeremy Tucker : Radu can’t believe it! He stares at Syb, reluctant respect is what i see in them eyes.

Andrew Fulton : Respect is earned, not demanded, and Syb doing that here tonight with Radu! But is the feeling mutual?

Jeremy Tucker : Syb made it clear he doesn’t care for SWAT or anyone here, only his old cronies he used to travel up the road with, but after this match, that may have changed, because Radu is the epitome of Respect.

Andrew Fulton : Syb with a snap mare, he lands a fist drop on Radu.

Jeremy Tucker : Syb goes for a punt kick, but Radu evades, Syb turns around .... MIST IN THE EYES!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Radu with the Asian Mist!

Jeremy Tucker : Syb’s face is completely green, and not with envy.

Andrew Fulton : Not Yet.

Jeremy Tucker : Touché. Omukade Press!!! Radu with a jumping double stomp to the face/chest with enough force that it almost looks like a senton, but he just took Syb’s head off. Matei ends up on top for the pin. Davola drops for the count.

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

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

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

Andrew Fulton : Matei did it! He just defeated The Great Syberus! Clean in the middle of the ring!

Jeremy Tucker : He did do it - I can’t believe, HE can’t believe it - but somehow the champion has managed to hang on once again, and against a LEGEND no less!

Andrew Fulton : Listen to these idiots cheering Radu on - don’t they know he’s going to release a horde of locusts on us?!

Jeremy Tucker : Well maybe Radu has turned over a new leaf?

[Radu looks up at the ceiling at his thousands of bugs waiting to swarm the arena.]

Jeremy Tucker : ...maybe not.

Andrew Fulton : I’m getting the hell out of here before they fly into my hair!

Jeremy Tucker : Wait - Radu going for his bag instead...

Andrew Fulton : If that ending left a sour taste in Syberus mouth, that bag of roaches isn’t going to help. We lose more performers to Radu’s out of ring antics than in ring!

Jeremy Tucker : Syberus collecting his wits - and here comes Radu to dump that bag of bugs on him———

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

massive pop

Jeremy Tucker : BUTTERFLIES!

Andrew Fulton : What?

Jeremy Tucker : Not roaches at all - Radu opened that bag and released some beautiful monarch butterflies. Letting the bugs fly away instead of tossing them on his opponent - Radu Matei has TOO much respect for Syberus to punish him that way! The champion nodding to the challenger in respect, and the crowd eating it up!

[Chants of Matei, Syberus and SWAT start up all over the arena. Flashbulbs go off as the two men exchange glances.]

Jeremy Tucker : Barely able to move, Radu Matei staggers out of the ring, and exiting through the crowd! The crowd lifting Radu Matei up and carrying him out - the champion finally being embraced by the SWAT faithful! God knows he’s earned it. What a win to Radu! Who can stop this man and take that gold from him? What an effort by Syberus! He stepped it up and if he continues in this fashion, he will be toppling some big names here in SWAT and he must be in line for a rematch with Radu in the near future after that showing.

Andrew Fulton : What’s he doing hanging around in the ring. Syb is sitting in the ring, Radu is long gone, look at him trying to milk a pop from the crowd, and these sheep facilitate this.

[The crowd stand up and cheer him as one, as Syberus stands up, and waves them off humbly when Peel Their Caps Back hits.]

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Jeremy Tucker : It’s the KGB! What the hell are they doing out here.

[The KGB saunter down and surround the ring, Soutter, Bruno, Timeless, Tong and Phantam Fairtex, Don Joanne Canelli! They surround the ring and Soutter pulls out a mic.]

Soutter : What’s up Syb! Seems you had our names in your mouth a fair bit of late. Mine especially. So, just in case you’re not aware of how this place rolls now, we thought we would come down here and show you, first hand!

Jeremy Tucker : The KGB are going to kill him! This is not right, he just wrestled a match!

Andrew Fulton : So did all of them earlier.

Jeremy Tucker : It’s SIX ON ONE!

Andrew Fulton : The KGB enter the ring and Syb is looking around, waving them on and he just runs right at Soutter and starts wailing away with wild lefts and rights, but the rest of the KGB swarm him and rip him off and start stomping away on him.

Jeremy Tucker : JONNIE VALENTINE! Jonnie is here!

[Valentine enters the ring and clotheslines Bruno over the top rope. He then ax handles Timeless ... the Fairtex boys overwhelm him, and now it’s 6 on two! ]

Andrew Fulton : Oh Boy! This is getting interesting! KGB giving it to not only Syberus, but also Valentine!

Jeremy Tucker : Here comes Kilroy Evans!

[Kilroy races into the ring and double clotheslines Tong and Phantam, he then headbutts Timeless. Bruno is trying to get back over the top rope but Kilroy grabs the rope and poles Bruno with it! ]

Andrew Fulton : Soutter with a brutal headbutt to Kilroy. Weight of numbers again triumphs and the 6 Bandits are stomping away on Kilroy, Valentine and Syberus with a vengeance!

Jeremy Tucker : Another man enters the ring, he has a chair, and he blasts Soutter upside the skull with it and Suit sails over the top rope! Who is that?

Andrew Fulton : Another chair shot sends Canelli right over the top as well and she falls ontop of Soutter and lands head first in his crotch! Lucky bastard!

Jeremy Tucker : Unlucky JOANNE!

Andrew Fulton : The masked man then cracks Tong Fairtex with the Chair, he goes for Phantam and Phantam blocks it, then the Fairtexes see who it is!

Jeremy Tucker : ITS TUXEDO MASK!!! Tuxedo Mask is here in SWAT!!!

Andrew Fulton : Holy SHIT!

[Crowd erupt in a HOLY SHIT chant.]

Jeremy Tucker : Another former Hardkore World superstar has returned to SWAT! And to save his former bothers there Jonnie, Kilroy and Syberus!

Andrew Fulton : Bruno is still poled on the ropes after Kilroy jacked them up and down on him like a amusement park ride, and Tux wallops him with the chair also, sending him sailing to the outside, there is only Timeless left in there now with all 4 Hardkore’rs!

Jeremy Tucker : More Hardcore than Hardkore he called himself earlier.

Andrew Fulton : They start punching him around and he bounces from one to the other to other to the other like a tennis ball, this is not right!

Jeremy Tucker : But it was when it was SIX ON ONE!?

Andrew Fulton : Timeless is staggering all over the ring getting punched silly by Syberus, Kirloy, Jonnie and Tuxedo Mask, then Tux winds up with his chair and sends him out to the outside also with the rest of the KGB and they are gathered together and help him to his feet and all point and throw threats at the ring, Jonnie is calling for a mic.

Mr Dropkick Jonnie Valentine : A new Society begins today. A society that will finally nourish the starved audiences of today’s wrestling. They have trusted promoters to provide the best wrestlers and the finest matches and instead they repay them by conditioning them to expect mediocrity, but not another second. The KGB have taken money out of your pockets, they have danced on your paychecks, but the music stops tonight!

We are that Society

[The crowd is holding their breath in anticipation]

...The Society of the New Breed

Andrew Fulton : Holy Shit! The Society is here and has reformed! Look at Soutter! He is glaring at them with pure hatred in his eyes as the Society stand united in the ring.

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