Battleground #19 : At Any Cost (Show)

[King Syberus]

[The camera opens on a large crowd gathered outside the IHOP in North Carolina. The kind of carnival atmosphere is in town that only a minor celebrity can bring. A local news reporter waits for her cue holding her earpiece.]


Reporter: Well folks here we are and the moment has finally arrived; former wrestling sensation “the great” Syberus aka. current wrestling has-been “110%” Syberus is here at the Wallingford St. IHOP to... you guessed it... give it 110% and in his words, “stick it to whatever sap holds the current record” for most red velvet pancakes in an hour. With me is a former wrestling rival of Syberus, Andrew Karnage. Andrew what can you tell me about this new mindset we're seeing in the formerly “great” Syberus?



Andrew Karnage: Well Julie I can honestly say I haven't seen him this focused in a long time. We're about to see something special.



Reporter: And what about this record, who's the “sap” that currently holds it?



Andrew Karnage: He does. He has this weird thing about IHOP, they don't have it in the UK.



Reporter: Well let's take it inside and see how this is going down.



[We cut to inside and Syberus is making his way through another plate of red velvets. He motions for another filter coffee refill as he mops his brow of the pancake sweats.]



110% Syberus: Goth. Take a good look. Take it all in. This is what it means to be a true champion. This is what it means to give 110%. 



[He motions to the stacks of empty plates around him and waves to a member of the crowd to acknowledge some cheers. A few flashes go off in the crowd and Syberus shovels another loaded fork into his mouth.]



Syberus: 110%. Not 99. Not 100. You think 110% begins and ends with a workout and some tough words? Goth you can't possibly imagine the heights to which I will take everything and anything I now set my mind to.



[Sheila pours him another coffee.]



Syberus: Thanks, Sheila.



Sheila: You get that record, champ!



Syberus: Goth I can do anything I set my mind to. At At All Cost, I will put you to sleep like the sick puppy you are. I hear you mouthing off about how I left ACW last time, leaving you to carry the burden so to speak. Goth, you should be grateful that I left. It was the only way you were going to get any airtime. The only thing that matters is that I'm here now, and you think I'm here demanding title shots – I'm not. That ship has sailed. I demanded a title shot against Radu, which I got, despite the fact that I couldn't have one or something (still not really sure how that works out), but I wasn't ready. I wasn't putting in the percents, Goth. This epiphany isn't just some flash in the pan character arc. This is a lifestyle choice. I've recognised the error of my ways. I'm not going to get a World title match for a very long time, and I understand that.



Because as you so rightly recognised, it's not about demanding shit. It's about being here week after week, putting in the effort, rolling that big ol' rock up that big ol' hill.



[He dry heaves for a moment, sipping his coffee and settling back down.]



Syberus: Forget what happened in ACW, Goth. That part of our lives is ancient history. All my accolades and all those opponents I beat back in the day are ancient history too. All we can do now is blaze a new trail for the guys coming after us. That's why I'm here, Goth. I'm here because I realised that by leaving ACW I entrusted custody of the professional wrestling industry to guys like you. Guys like Hells Bouncer and Frostbite. Guys who quite frankly don't have two chromosomes to rub together. That's why the Society of the New Breed has returned. That's why I'm giving it 110%. Because we can't allow all the great things we achieved in the past fade away to be replaced by... you.



[Syberus absorbs another forkful to finish the stack. Another magically appears infront of him. A look of agony is evident in his expression but he snaps out of it. Taking a silver “110%” medallion out of his t-shirt and holding it for inner strength for a moment. He nods to himself and carries on.]



Syberus: Goth there was a torture technique in the gulags where they'd have a guy dig a hole for no reason and fill it again. Over and over and over. The futility of what they were doing would drive them insane.



That's basically the equivalent of your wrestling career.



[Pancake. Coffee.]



Syberus: I can't even imagine would it would be like to achieve such mundane levels as yourself, Goth. I understand why you'd be angry at the Society of the New Breed returning. The presence of such quality brings a threat to even your lowly station here in SWAT. BUT I give you credit. Despite all that you, like me, remain a high percenter. No matter how many of your own holes you're ordered to refill week after week, match after match, you stay. And you give it absolutely everything, every single time. And that's the part that matters. Well, the part that matters in SWAT anyway.



[With continuously moving fork in one hand, Syberus reaches down with the other to produce a dumbbell and starts doing concentration curls at the same time.]



Syberus: But let that percentage drop for even the tiniest fraction of a second, Goth, and I'll pounce. I'm like a coiled tiger right now.



[Pancake falls out of his mouth.]



Syberus: So forget “the great” Syberus. Forget the arrogance and the air of entitlement. I'm not entitled to SHIT unless I put in 110%. I know that. You know that. So that argument is dead. I'm coming to At All Costs to unleash hell on you, Goth. And sure, given your shtick that sounds like an empty threat. But you know what I mean. The match for you will be bad. The match for me will be good. Only victory will suffice, Goth, if I'm ever going to get a real shot at the World Heavyweight Championship here, not like the fake shot I had the other week. I need to put you in the fucking ground. And with a Syberus that's 110% more focused, and a Pure Confidence that is 110% more deadly than ever before, I like my odds.



[Andrew Karnage appears to take a selfie with Syberus. Syberus grins through the tears with red stained teeth.]



Syberus: Now if you don't mind Goth, I've got a record to smash, and I have to be at the arena to help the ring crew. That's right. 110% Syberus 'aint too good to get this hands dirty.



SHEILA



COFFEE!!



[Fade.]

[Lucky Linda]

”What in the blue hell was that?” We see Lucky Linda standing in front of a monitor, mortified. “I thought he just got his ass handed to him by the returning Cobryn, and yet, here he is on my monitor, live and in living color at IHOP? With Andrew Karnage no less? Man, i have heard stories of Andrew Karnage, is he the killer i heard of all these years, or is he the new Mathew Perry?”

Linda is standing backstage, yes, she is in front of a monitor and she is wearing a Wanna get Lucky t-shirt. Yes, she owns hot merch too, it out sells each member of the Society easily, Ronnie has fantasies of Lucky Linda’s merch, their day will come. “I guess that must have been recorded earlier, one of them pre show things. Either that or that fool thinks he can just pretend Cobryn didn’t just return and put him IN HIS PLACE! Right after Suit did. These new / old guys crack me up. If you’re not sure how it really works around here, you know, how to win week in week out, how to stand out from the crowd, not a you demand a shot, but the crowd , the fans, the world demand you get a shot, and not only that, but demand you are worthy of it and can win, then yes, you are right, then, you have no chance at winning.” Linda shakes her head sadly at the short attention span of these clowns.

“Last week it was Blaze Freya. Blaze, you were a very worthy foe, but you seem to very troubled. I beat you not once, but twice. Then, you still wanted more, i wiped my hands of you and you still weren’t satisfied, to be sure you reap what you so.” Linda gives the ‘you know it’s true’ look to the camera.

“Now, now i have to face the lunatic Tabitha.” Linda glares intensity into the lens. “Tabitha, Crazy is as Crazy does. I am not fazed by your mad ways, we all are mad in our own way. Who is to say i could not end up where you are right now down the track. Who is to say anyone around here may not, Avery sure as hell could be in the line for some professional help, i mean her husband is out of action in the ICU and she is out drinking and gallivanting with some young ruffian, laying the lip lock on him, talk about a mid life crisis.”

“SWAT life is as crazy as it gets, and your loans to fight us from the nut house Tabitha, they rank right up there. The thing i like about your crazy the most, is, it’s right there, it’s you, who you are, you don’t hide behind it, you own it, and i dig that.” Linda looks to camera 2. “We have had many crazies through these doors, crazies who don’t even know they are crazy, they are watching this right now thinking am i talking about them, and YES! I AM talking and YOU!” Linda pauses “You batshit crazy MF who ever you are thinking other people think that you’re crazy and specifically singling you out when they could be talking about anyone.’

“Tabitha, this is last stop on your crazy train. This is it! I am putting this ride to an end. I am Lucky Linda La Fey! Former Amazons Champion. Future World Champion. Did you see me and Radu battle it out for the World Title? It was a couple of months back now. We put on a match of the year candidate, and i was this close. You idiots looking at how close i was and thinking it’s a veiled insult to your manhood, you really must have a small one.” Linda grins.

“Watch out SWAT! I have my MOJO back! Lady Luck is in the house, Blaze was last week, Tabitha is next, after that, the rest of you will crumble to the Lucky One, so ask yourself one question Tabitha, do you feel lucky? Well? Do ya ... punk?”[/i][/font][/i][/font]

[suzispitz]

Sometimes, even if only in whatever dreams we may weave, something happens that changes the course of all that has previously been. Something wonderful. Something magical. Something irresistable.

And when that special something occurs, it is with such force that no man, now woman, no beast, nor machine is capable of denying it that which it is born to to achieve.

And by no means is it an ordinary occurance, no, such things happen once in a lifetime. And just as your lifetime is here, and now, such an occurance is happening before your very eyes.

Right here.

Right now.

Something wonderful.

Something magical.

Something irresistable.

Something violent.

It is a night of intense anticipation, and the arena is packed for Battleground 19...as the lights in the Spectrum Arena dim, the capacity crowd is on their feet, and cheering as if they'd never had anything quite as exciting as this come to their city before...

And it's very possible that this is true...sure, there have been many great programs here in the past, but nothing can be compared to seeing a live S.W.A.T. event, and these fans seem to know it...

the cheers grow even louder as the pyro begins to light up the arena with quite a dazzling display...the sheer volume of the audience makes the explosions which are shaking the very foundation of the enormous building seem insignificant.

And , being that the only thing that can be expected in S.W.A.T. is the unexpected, there is no telling when, or where major news will break. And judging from all the time that this federation has been in business, that could very well be tonight, as well as any other...

With a Battleground 19 now at hand, things are sure to get exciting, as the extremely talented roster in this rather amazingly entertaining organization will undoubtedly want to impress the match-makers in the hopes of landing an all important match at the next, much anticipated, major pay per view extravaganza.

The cameras pan the arena for a few moments before the Videotron comes on, and shows highlights of the weeks events...the audience cheers for some, and boos for others, but there is no doubt that this place is jakked!

And well they should be, for this is the home of some of the greatest professional wrestlers ever to grace the industry with their illustrious presence.

But within this organization are many who have come from elsewhere around the globe, simply for the honor of competing in what is sure to become the most successful wrestling promotion in the world. Such would seem to be the legacy of S.W.A.T., and the fans that have gathered here tonight seem to believe in it, as they await the moment the action continues, after the television stations are done with their commercial breaks.

And finally, it's time...

The lights go out completely, and only a single blue strobe shoots down from the roof, into the audience somewhere flashing once a second, revealing the silhouette of a woman, sliding down a golden stripper pole.

The crowd bursts into a huge pop, as she lands on her pedestal... one she has not been placed upon by horny C.O.O.'s and those swayed by her influence... not at all.

This Little Piece of Heaven, that's Hotter than Hell took her spot on this symbolic pedestal, when she took her Pan~Am Championship Belt from one whom she has always considered a real champion.

The fans continue to cheer, for a moment, as she holds her pretty gold belt up high, for all to see, before laying it at her own feet, and pulling a mic from her back pocket.

SS : HEY!

The fans respond with a loud, and unanimous"HEY!"..

SS : Marie Caedes couldn't make it, 'cause Tabitha Osborne failed ta get the job done, so now, in what's obviously yet another desperate attempt ta 'soften me up', so ta speak, I find myself booked in some exhibition match against a man...

he calls himself Frostbite. He's supposed ta be some kinda badass, or whatever, but I don't give a damn.

Ya see, it wouldn't matter if ya put the whole freakin' roster in the ring with ne, 'cause, man, woman, 90 years old, or 9, IT DON'T MAKE A BITTA DIFFERENCE!.. I'm gonna whip the livin' piss outta Marie Caedes when the time finally comes, and she's got nobody else ta hide behind.

Nobody... and I do mean nobody... is takin' this title from me. It means a lot more ta me, on a personal level, than just being the best mid-carder.

So maybe I ain't quite a strong as a man, but, Frostie, I know you're watchin', and lemme tell ya somethin', pal...

I'm faster.

You might be tough, but, well, y'know...

I'm tougher.

Heh-heh... you might think you're gonna kick my ass, but...

I think not.

Plus, I'm batsh*t crazy ta boot!

Strength is the only advantage you've got, kid, 'cause I can outwrestle anybody in the world, I'm quick enough ta keep ya from catchin' me, and most importantly, I'm gonna cheat like a motherfu*ker!

OH, YEAH, BABY! I GOT MY TRUSTY STEEL FOLDIN' CHAIR! I GOT BRASS KNUCKLES IN MY TIGHTS! AND GOD ONLY KNOWS WHAT KINDA STOP SIGNS, TABLES, AND FIRE EXTINGUISHERS I CAN FIND UNDER THE RING!

If I find a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, I'll use it. Ladders, cables,ALL OF IT!..

Frostie, my boy, I'll buy off the referee, if I have to, and hey, if the poor sap can't be bought, you'd best be believin' I'll accidentally knock him the hell out, and use all of it on ya, so that when the ref wakes up, allz he'll see is your unconscious ass all tied up in The Bitchmaker™, not even able ta give up...

'cause you're not prepared, son...

and if I were you, I'd think long, hard, and twice, about callin' in sick tonight, or you'll end up gettin' hurt.

But then... I'm not you...

I'm Suzi Spitz, bitch.

And you can't beat me.

It's sad, but it's true.

And hey, you ain't gotta take my word for it, just try it... try with all your teeny little might... and find out firsthand, how far I'll go ta win a match...

Phhhtt...

you've gotta damn near kill me, and good luck with that...


With that, Suzi drops the mic, and takes her Pan~Am title with her, as she casually makes her way through the entrance, and disappears into the backstage area.

[Jonnie Valentine]

[Syberus walks through the curtain after the brutal assault by Cobryn covered in blood and bits of fruit. A distraught "Notoriously Hard To Work With" Jonnie Valentine meets him at gorilla]


"Notoriously Hard To Work With" Jonnie Valentine: I can't believe Cobryn joined the KGB!! 


Syberus: I don't...


Jonnie Valentine: My partner! The co-founder of The Old Stylistics! He was my best friend! 


Syberus: That's sad if it's true. 


Jonnie Valentine: And now he's working for The Reds! I told you not to go on The Suite! Soutter's got no security on that clown show! No, no...this is my fault. But I have a plan. Jonnie's always got a plan. 


[Picks some coconut off of Syberus' shoulder]


Jonnie Valentine: You believe me, right?


Syberus: ...sure. 


[Syberus walks away to get stitched up. Jonnie checks his hair in the mirror and then yells at the audio operator]


Jonnie Valentine: Hit my music, bitch! 


Audio Operator: What?


Jonnie Valentine: Sorry, can you play my music?


Audio Operator: We're in the middle of a thing. 


[Jonnie peeks past the curtain, and Rajiv Khan and Robbie Cox are shooting out SWAT t-shirts in t-shirt guns]


Ring Announcer: "Uh oh, Robbie I think Rajiv's side of The Spectrum Arena is alot louder. I think you might be beat, unless this Charlotte crowd wants to really let us hear it and win the coveted Best Side Of The Arena award...


["My Heart Beats With People" by Jonnie Valentine plays and the crowd erupts! Jonnie Valentine jogs down to the ring, slapping the fans' hands. He makes a full 360 around ringside, slapping every hand, and getting a few smooches on his cheek from older ladies in the crowd]


Jeremy Tucker: And we're back! Fans, in the middle of a commercial break, Jonnie Valentine decided to grace us with an unexpected...unannounced...and...unscheduled appearance? 


[Jeremy Tucker looks at his field producer who shrugs]


Andrew Fulton: Well, let's see what he wants. I want to answer the question who the loudest side of the audience is! The suspense is killing me, ya know Jeremy? Jeremy?


Jeremy Tucker: (singing) 'Because, my heart! My heart beats with people! Oh yeah that's right! The crowd is my church! And the ring is my steeple!' God, this song somehow gets better the more you listen to it. It's the craziest thing.


"Notoriously Hard To Work With" Jonnie Valentine: Thank you everyone. Thank you. I...


[Crowd noise rises so loud, Jonnie has to pause. He mouths "thank you" to several individual fans]


Jonnie Valentine: Thank you. I'm sorry for interrupting your t-shirt game. I'll let ya'll get back to it. I just wanted to say that Mr. Cobryn has gone off and joined the KGB. 


[The Spectrum Arena boos]


Jonnie Valentine: I know. I don't understand it either. I think that might have been who kidnapped him in Boston. They may have been afraid of The Old Stylistics. They may have left a fake note where Cobryn pretended not to be my best friend, which would explain so much. But two can play at that game, Mr. Soutter. 


[Crowd "Ohhhs"]


Jonnie Valentine: That's right. I got friends in Russia too. Now alot of you may be worried about Syberus, and you should be. That was a horrible beating that he took and...well...doctors aren't sure he's ever going to be able to walk ever again.


[Cut to a shot of a middle aged lady with her mouth covered. One man has his hands on his head in shock]


Jonnie Valentine: Syberus...probably doesn't want me to tell you this. But...he's scared. And he told me, "'Notoriously Hard To Work With' Jonnie Valentine, I might not make it. But if I do...it's because enough people bought The New Stylistics bow-ties."


[Jonnie's eyes well up with tears. The ring announcer places his hand on Jonnie's shoulder, then Robbie Cox does too]


Jonnie Valentine: (sniffs) Thank you. If you'll notice on either side of you, someone will be coming by so that you can purchase your very own handcrafted bow-tie. 


[Ronnie The Merch Guy, Kilroy Evans and Tuxedo Mask gravely walk down the stairways with boxes of bowties strapped around their necks, somberly making bow-tie sales]


Jonnie Valentine: (powering through the tears) Syberus would want you to know that they may not bubble, but their lovely shade of silk twill that has all the appeal and joy (sniff), of a flute of champagne ready to be lifted in a toast.


[Man in the audience with tears in his eyes nods]


Jonnie Valentine:  (starting to lose it) He also would like you to...to check out our new Halloween Boo-Tie that will m-make you the dead of the p-party. The b...Boo tie is scary but our prices...aren't.


[Jonnie drops the mic and cries in to the turnbuckle. The Pavlovian response drives the crowd to Tux, Kilroy and Ronnie with money in hand. "My Heart Beats With People" by Jonnie Valentine plays]


Jeremy Tucker: Wow, that was a powerful statement by "Notoriously Hard To Work With" Jonnie Valentine. And a stark warning to the KGB, who he believes to be behind Cobryn's attack on Syberus. 


Andrew Fulton: I have no idea where he got that, and I'm pretty sure this was all to drum up bow-tie sales. 


Jeremy Tucker: Your grandmother was right. You have no soul. 


Andrew Fulton: You always take her side. 


[Jonnie walks to the back, shaking hands and thanking fans for their support during this difficult time]


Jeremy Tucker: (singing in falsetto voice) "My heart...it beats with America It beats...from every hand shake I get!"

[SWAT Team]

(They return from commercials for NFL games and MLB Playoff Games along with spots with Tuxedo Mask in a car commercial and JR Wrangler in a beer commercial before returning to ringside where ringsiders are holding signs saying "Tennessee Tuxedo Mask!," "Please let me fit into your Wrangler Jeans!," "If the Tux fits!," and "Tuxedo Mask shot JR Wrangler!" before fading to Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton who are sitting at the broadcast table wearing headphones.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Welcome back and coming up is the returning and on the comeback trail Tuxedo mask facing off against up and comer JR Wrangler."

Andrew Fulton: "After an impressive debut in the Hardcore Title Match. The Australian Flameouts been doing just that and that's flameout. Hell he's not even showing up for any interviews or promo shots as is required by SWAT Management. Hell if I was Soutter I'd fire his sorry ass or better I'd feed him to the crocs."

Jeremy Tucker: "I guess JR Wrangler's been a bit off lately but even you have to admit he's a tough guy when it comes to professional wrestling."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah but Wrangler's going to get his ass handed to him tonight when Tuxedo hands it and his jeans too him."

Jeremy tucker: "Speaking of his opponent Tuxedo Mask came out of retirement shocking everyone including The KGB. He represents The New Society of the New Breed and they've made an impact in SWAT."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah they have alright. They managed to piss off Psychotic Goth by having that autistic Moron Marty Donovan do a terrible impression of a referee. Then before that travesty Zero Percent Syberus screws my girl Blaze Freya out of not just one victory but two victories in a row. Then he proceeds to assault my girl intentionally."

Jeremy Tucker: "Syberus is a legend and I do agree that Syberus went too far with his bias against Blaze Freya due to the fact that she's British and so is he. I guess he doesn't like women wrestling and his actions could alienate the New Society of the New Breed and drive her into KGB's camp."

Andrew Fulton: "Hell, he's already done that with me."

Jeremy Tucker: "You always sucked up to The KGB."

Andrew Fulton: "Not always."

Jeremy Tucker: "Yeah right. Right now let's go to the ring for the introductions."

Frank Salazar: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Melbourne, Australia. He comes in at 6'7" and weighs in at 220lbs. Please welcome JR Wrangler."

("Take My Bones Away" by Baroness plays and one spotlight hits the entrance and follows me around the ring till I hit the ring. When I hit the ring I go around corner to corner as I do that quarter of the arena lights go up and stay lit. I wear black jeans, black boots, black singlet, taped wrists and black elbow pads.)

Frank Salazar: "Now introducing from Tokushima, Japan . He comes in at 5’8 and weighs in at 185 lbs. Please welcome Tuxedo Mask."

Jeremy Tucker: "The bell rings and this match is underway. They circle and lock up grappling for an advantage before breaking it up. They lock up again and JR Wrangler forces Tuxedo mask into the corner. The referee calls for a break but JR literally slaps the taste out of Tuxedo Mask."

Andrew Fulton: "Good for him. JR fires away with lefts and rights forcing Tuxedo Mask to cover up."

Jeremy Tucker: "JR Wrangler's determined to make a name for himself at the expense of Tuxedo Mask. He whips him into the ropes and delivers a big boot before dropping a knee to Tuxedo Mask's head....One.....Kickout by Tuxedo Mask."

Andrew Fulton: "You know someone ought to get a movie crew to shoot this match."

Jeremy Tucker: "I don't want to ask but why would you want to have a camera crew film this match."

Andrew Fulton: "Because it would make a great fight scene between Marvel's Groot and Rocket Raccoon. All we need to do is replace Wrangler and Tuxedo Mask into Groot and Rocket Raccoon."

(Jeremy Tucker groans as he slaps and shakes his head.)

Jeremy Tucker: "JR Wrangler sets up Tuxedo Mask and executes a hanging tower suplex. He continues to hold it before completing it and rolling onto Tuxedo Mask.....One....Two.....No! Tuxedo Mask powers out."

Andrew Fulton: "JR Wrangler's really getting hot in his jeans...."

Jeremy Tucker: "Now you've really become a pervert."

Andrew Fulton: "I meant his temper Tucker so don't make a fake comment about my comment. Wrangler mounts and ground and pounds the masked moron before getting up and opening up a can of whoop ass."


Jeremy Tucker: " JR Wrangler's deadly serious about beating Tuxedo Mask and making a name for himself. Wrangler sets up Tuxedo Mask for an atomic drop suplex but Tuxedo Mask flips over and lands on his feet dropkicks Wrangler."

Andrew Fulton: "Tuxedo Mask whips JR Wrangler in to the ropes and he flying double chops him in the chest. He whips him into the corner and charges in with a Stinger Splash. He charges in again and he does it again and a third time and JR Wrangler stumbles out like a drunk."

Jeremy Tucker: "Tuxedo Mask goes to the top rope and he executes a leaping bulldog and goes for the pin.....One...Two....JR Wrangler kicks out. Tuxedo Mask wastes no time and applies a scorpion deathlock and JR's in pain."

Andrew Fulton: "Unfortunately for the masked moron JR Wrangler's a tall guy and he easily makes his way to the ropes and grabs the ropes to force a break. The referee's warning Tuxedo Mask to break the hold but he can't hear too well because of that well because of that cheap low watt battery hearing aid. He finally breaks the hold at the last minute. This is your typical New Society of the New Breed."

Jeremy Tucker: "Not to mention The KGB and Hells Bouncer's Royal Family."

Andrew Fulton: "At least The KGB's blatantly open about it. Tuxedo Mask continues to work on Wrangler's back. He bodyslams Wrangler which is a miracle in itself and goes to the top rope but Wrangler gets up as he flies off the top rope."

Jeremy Tucker: "Right into a JR Wrangler powerslam for a two count. He once again mounts and grounds and pounds Tuxedo Mask and he's letting the fists fly with even more brutal force. Wrangler pulls him to the center of the ring and he cinches in a Crippler Crossface."

Andrew Fulton: "That's it JR! Tuxedo Mask's in pain and Wrangler's making sure Tuxedo Mask stays in the center of the ring which is doubtful. The referee's checking on Tuxedo Mask to see if he wants to submit which is equally laughable since he won't. Wrangler continues to rock back and forth keeping his grip tight."

Jeremy Tucker: "Tuxedo Mask continues to struggle towards the ropes and barely gets to them. The referee is warning JR Wrangler to release the hold and he does at the last second as payback for Tuxedo Mask doing it to him. JR whips him into the ropes and runs through him with a shoulder block to the head followed by a monkey flip....One....Two.....T....No! Tuxedo Mask gets a shoulder up."

Andrew Fulton: "JR almost had him. He delivers a series of vicious double axehandles and Garvin Stomps him repeatedly and with ruthless efficiency. He bounds into the ropes and he drops a knee to Tuxedo Mask's head. He goes for the cover.....One.....Two....Th....No! Tuxedo Mask bridges up."

Jeremy Tucker: "Tuxedo Mask is showing great resilience in this match. Wrangler's truly frustrated in this match. He whips Tuxedo Mask into the corner and he charges in with a high flying knee. He whips him into the opposite corner and he charges in and delivers another flying knee strike."

Andrew Fulton: "JR Wrangler's proving to be a truly tough guy in the ring and in fact tougher than expected. He whips Tuxedo Mask into the opposite corner again but Tuxedo Mask dodges out of the way and Wrangler smashes into the corner. Tuxedo Mask rolls him up....One....Two....Th...No! Wrangler gets a shoulder up."

Jeremy Tucker: Tuxedo Mask whips JR Wrangler who reverses it sending Tuxedo Mask into the ropes and executes a victory roll.....One.....Two....Three!"

Frank Salazar: "Here is your winner at 9minutes 30seconds Tuxedo Mask."

Andrew Fulton: "Tuxedo Mask just did the cowardly thing and bails out."

Jeremy Tucker: "Wrangler's definitely in a bad mood after that surprise pinfall. He's complaining that Tuxedo Mask held his tights when that clearly wasn't the case."

Andrew Fulton: "If that wasn't the case why did Tuxedo Mask decide to bail out and ran from the ring like the cowardly New Society of the New Breed typically does after a victory."

Jeremy Tucker: "They aren't cowards and you know it."

Andrew Fulton: "Say you Tucker."

Jeremy Tucker: "Yeah says me Fulton. Right now we have to go a commercial break but we'll be back with more SWAT action right after these commercials."

(They fade to commercials.)

[radu]

"I know we came in before that guy..."

[Thrusting out his shoulders, Rory Fleck tries to look as physically imposing as possible as he leans into the nurses station to plead his case.  The young woman on the other side of the desk is in the middle of a triple shift.  Its been a long day.  As another shooting victim is raced into emergency ward, bodies pile up in the waiting room.  Feels like that television set repeats the same news program every half hour.  Is this the forth time Fleck has seen it?  Nostrils flaring he continues to rage.]

Rory Fleck: My wife is in a LOT of pain, and we've been waiting for two hours!  How much longer is it going to be?

[Despite the pain in her shoulder when she moves, Judy Fleck risks the agony to shrink down, wanting to die of embarrassment.  The few dozen people who were waiting long before the Flecks arrived look generally pissed off.  Both at the wait, and at Rory's grandstanding...]

"You know... you're not helping her."

Rory Fleck: EXCUSE ME?

[Who is siding with the nurse?  Fleck spins around, only to be stopped dead in his tracks by what looks like a Leatherface victim.  The gory mess that holds the SWAT World Heavyweight Title looks up from his bloodstained chair.]

Radu Matei: Look... you are worried about your wife... frustrated... scared... I get it.  You just want to take her pain away, but its outside your control.  All you can do is sit and wait... and that is torture.  Giving the nurse a hard time isn't going to get her through faster.  If anything it slows it down.  Besides, you're making your wife uncomfortable.  It doesn't look like she appreciates your grandstanding as a romantic gesture.  So given how hurt she must be in for you to drive her down here, maybe just sit with her instead of making a spectacle of yourself.

[Spectacle of himself?]

[Is the guy telling him off dressed as Darkman or a cenobite?  Its October.  Oh right, costume parties.  Realizing that the road kill lecturing him is just wearing a halloween outfit, Rory Fleck gets over his surprise and is about to lay into the man, when he sees every eye on the room on them.]

Rory Fleck: ...

[Muttering some curse words, Fleck ignores the sage like biohazard and crosses over to his wife.  A cold shoulder greets him.  The world champion gets generally appreciative smiles, though those that look to him are quick to look away, Radu is a disaster.  Easily matching every other serious wound in the ER combined.  Still having the gold leaves one with a cheerful disposition, just ask Syberus, so The Sacrificial Idol tries to maintain a bloody smile.]

Radu Matei <turning to the people sitting next to him>: I had a similar incident at work.

[They nod politely, hoping to get back to repeating the news, but Radu will have none of it.]

Radu Matei: We have this one woman, Jade.  Incredibly talented, former champion.  This thoughtless jerk horribly mistreats her for no good reason.  Months go by without the cad even acknowledging it - and when he finally does?  She gets her shot at revenge.  ...but by that point, its not just her pain, but everyone she knows.  Her sister tries to get involved.  So does her husband.  They might have a stake in it, but Jade was never going to be able to heal unless she was able to stand up to this monster on her own.  She came up short, but I hope Jade has started the healing process. <beat> ...those were an awful lot of worms.

[Well that made the few folks in ear range uncomfortable.  Everyone else still thinks the champ is of sound mind for sticking up to the blowhard.]

Radu Matei <long pause>: Her husband... Tong... great wrestler.  You have never seen a wrestler who knows more holds than him.  I have never actually seen him apply any of them, but to read the dirt sheets he is keenly aware of every move in the history of the sport.  Mostly goes in for tag team glory to help his brother out, see Tong is a real family man.  Only despite his wealth of half title glory, Tong is always in the top five contenders.  Oh, the champion can hand out as many shots as he wants - but if you want someone who on paper has proven their merit?  That would be Tong.

<turning to the camera> So Tong - if you could get a shot at the belt through official channels?  Why steal your wife's thunder?

[Did the room just get colder?]

Radu Matei <if you could see his eyes under that gauze, his gaze would be icy>: I was told off for adding insult to injury at the end of her Amazon title run.  Apparently despite the loss, there is a way that a champion is suppose to go out.  Not violated by thousands of creepy crawlies.  Dignity or something.  So at the end of that match, you should have applauded your wife's valiant effort!  She was almost world champion.  God knows, I needed to almost break her spine in order to pick up the win.  Jade deserved a standing ovation.  I might not appreciate her character, but there was just as much heart in her challenge as Lucky Linda - give Jade a hand!  Instead it was everything you could do to posture yourself into a world title match while your dear friend Pesci signed the paperwork. <spit> KGB perks.

Leading into the match, you were demanding me yourself.  Didn't you trust Jade to take care of her own honour, Tong?  Or did you just want to use your wife's unfortunate victimization to further your own career?  Ice cold, Tong.  

I can respect that.  

The only problem is, I don't like it.

So At Any Cost - see how you just have to mention the name of the show, without any other context?  Give them points for trying.  AT ANY COST... no matter what the KGB have up their sleeves, or Pesci has dreamt up.  You will not be walking out of that Thai Death Match as the world heavyweight champion.  I don't care if you have ten thousand moves to throw at me, with the last ounce of strength in this failing body, I will kick out.  ...And when you're staring up at those hot lights, realizing how close you came to being the gold standard of this company?  When everyone should be applauding the blood you lost in your effort to challenge me?  When all you want to do is look across the ring at Jade and know that belt or not, you're the luckiest man in the arena..............

In short, when you think the worst is behind you?

...That's when I'm dumping a bucket of lyme infested ticks on you.

Butterflies are for closers.

[Mic drop.  If there was a mic.  Right now there are just a lot of uncomfortable looking sick people who think this gore soaked mess of rags might be off his medication.  Not party to this diatribe, the nurse that Radu stood up for earlier comes over with a warm smile.]

Nurse: The doctor should be with you soon.  In the mean time, is there anything we can do to make you more comfortable?

[...]

Radu Matei: Oh.

[Well this is awkward.]

Radu Matei: That is very kind of you.  I'm not actually here to see a doctor.

[Everyone's mouths drop, if ANYONE in that emergency room needed to see a medical physician it is The Sacrificial Idol!]

Radu Matei <rising from his chair>: I'm just visiting a friend.

[...collective swoon.  Radu starts to slowly limp out of the room.]

Radu Matei: I ever see a proper doctor and they might declare me legally dead... nah... <weakly throwing the world title over his shoulder> that's not in my contract.

[The camera follows the champion as he slowly makes his way down the hall, favouring different body parts with each step.  How is Radu still moving?]



Oxanna Willie: ...which about sums it up, Rad.

Radu Matei: Just focus on getting better, Ox.  They got me in a cage this week anyway.  Should keep the helpers out.

Oxanna Willie: All I know is, if you want ride a possum, you make it feel safe.  KnowwhatImean?

Radu Matei: ...

Oxanna Willie: If they got you in a cage, its more to keep you in than keep them out.

Radu Matei: Oh, I have no doubt that Soutter, Pesci, and the Fairtex family have a number of hoops for me to jump through.  ...But as long as you're in this hospital Ox, well <chuckle> I'm the scariest motherfucker in SWAT.

[He spends so much time pretending to be a face punching bag that that fact is sometimes forgotten.]

Oxanna Willie: Well try not to hospitalize the kid, Rad.  I don't want to spend the rest of my time at this fancy joint listening to tales of Dragonatrix greatness.

Radu Matei <fanged grin>: For you anything. <slipping Willie a flask of hillbilly heroine> By the way, you get anything more on the attacker.

Oxanna Willie: Not the first Tanner Zombie, for sure.  Johnny is enjoying retirement with one of his families.  Nah, this son of a bitch blindsided me, which is more the fourth ones M. O.  He was always a right mean bastard.

Radu Matei: Well, all signs still point to our mutual friend pulling the strings.

[At the mention of their friend, Willie shifts - almost pulling out one of the hundred wires that are currently running into him.]

Oxanna Willie <cringe>: About that.  <long pause> I wasn't quite sure how to bring this up...

Radu Matei: You get a lead?

Oxanna Willie <raising a weak arm to point at the curtain cordoning off the bed next to him>: Rad.  You should talk to my roommate.

[Brow furrowed, The Sacrificial Idol moves to the curtains, pulling them apart.]

[Beep.]

[Tubes in mouth, nose, everywhere else.  An elderly man lies on his back.  A heart monitor registers that he is still alive, but this is the only indication.]

[Beep.]

[He looks so different, but Matei would recognize that face anywhere.]

[Beep.]

[The noises of the monitors set off a nervous tick in his face.]

Radu Matei <flinch>: Well... <sad smile> this complicates things.

[The worst person in the history of SWAT is in a vegetative state, still locked in the diabetic coma that The Sacrificial Idol induced almost a decade earlier.]

[Beep.]




[...The world champion clenches his fists, looming over King Pickle.]

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(Phantam Fairtex and Kim are outside the lockerroom door guarding it wearing their KGB T-shirts. There looks are all business as they continue to stand guard and Glamourous Glenda comes up to them. She hears two people talking.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Is anything wrong."

Kim: "Nothing's wrong. Tong and Jade are just talking."

Glamourous Glenda: "Can I at least interview them."

(Kim and Phantam look at each other and sigh before Phantam enters and voices are heard before he sticks his head out and motions for her and Kim to come in and she sees Tong and Jade wearing their KGB T-shirts.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Is there something wrong."

jade: "Nothing is wrong."

Glamourous Glenda: "You were talking about something."

Jade: "Yeah we were talking about revenge."

Tong Fairtex: "That's right. We were talking about revenge and tonight in a matter of moments. That's exactly what's going to happen when we step into the ring in a Thai Death Match. One of my specialties and I'm going to enjoy every moment of your suffering."

Jade: "Believe me my husband's in a very angry mood. Look at his eyes and you'll see the rage, hate and fury in his eyes."

Tong Fairtex: "You don't know who first said that do you?"

Glamourous Glenda: "No I don't."

Tong Fairtex: "It was The Shootfighter who happens to be my father. You see Radu I realizecd now the meaning of what he always said. Yeah you claim to be turning over a new leaf and you don't have many title defenses left in your zombie body. Yet somehow you manage to keep multiplying like a cockroach....Oh I'm sorry that's a compliment to you. Well tonight Ragu it's all going to be coming to an end. You're going to crash down like what happened when VVV and Mr. Witness Protection did to you when you were in that burning set. Oh I'm sorry I mentioned that too. Fuck I shouldn't even apologize for mentioning that either."

Jade: "Why regret mentioning it. he keeps claiming that I'm worthy of a title shot but he hates being called out himself by anyone else."

Glamourous Glenda: "Didn't your sister interfere on occasions."

Jade: "Only because his so-called bodyguard would have done that."

Glamourous Glenda: "he wasn't even at ringside since he was attacked."

Tong Fasirtex: "Yeah but he probably would have appeared. Since he'll be at ringside and he'll probably want to interfere to save your sorry ass. Let him try Ragu and let's see what happens. Oh and I plan on taking you apart piece by piece and I plan on kicking your ass and giving you a beatdown. One that's been truly coming for quite a while since you decided to unleash your locusts
on everyone of the ringsiders and everyone of your opponents as if you think you're some kind of bug god or something."

Jade: "Yah then there was the title reign you claim to be using to raise the prestige of the SWAT Heavyweight Title."

Glamourous Glenda: "He did face all challenges."

Tong Fairtex: "Oh yeah that was true but look what it's become since he won it. He's been treating the title like a roach magnet and he's not just soiled the belt. He's practically made the title an XHF embarrassment. Think about it has he faced any of the XHF champions or other wrestlers in interfed matches."

Glamourous Glenda: "No."

Tong Fairtex: "Correct. Has that walking insect magnet ever wrestled in an interfed event in order to elevate SWAT."

Glamourous Glenda: "Well no but that's not the point."

Tong Fairtex: "That's exactly the point. He represents SWAT and look what The Mummy is doing. He's hiding in his little dungeon cell while me and Psychotic Goth were literally trying to give SWAT some publicity and show everyone in the XHF that we're alive....Hello Ragu why weren't you doing that for our fed. I'll tell you why Ragu. You're too much of an embarrassment to SWAT and the XHF."

Jade: "Definitely."

Tong Fairtex: "You know if I had a choice between you and that boring idiot Hells Bouncer as champion. He would made a better choice as champion because at least if it comes down to having someone boring as champion compared to you. I'd take boring anytime. Don't take it too personally Ragu. You probably would take it personal."

Jade: "Yeah and he'll have his bodyguard interfere."

Glamourous Glenda: "He'll be there tonight."

Tong Fairtex: "So don't I have the right to have someone in my corner just in case that wrestling car wreck's bodyguard interferes. In fact Ragu if you really are coming apart as you allegedly claim. I think you should take this advice and just walk away. Hell you should have done that after your last title defense. Yet since you seem to be too desperate to pay your hospital bills. You have to continue wrestling. Well tonight you'll need worse than that Ragu."

Glamourous Glenda: "You know what's going to happen if he did that."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah Joe Pesci would have wanted to award someone the title. Like I said Ragu should had just walk away and stayed away. At least you would have been able to enjoy the real fans who follow you like the four, six, eight and thousand legged kind. You could tell them all those great tales of your glory on your little dungeon."

Jade: "Especially the ones with Lynn Brewster. Oh and guess what Matei she's doing well in the EOD Tournament and I'm routing for her to win just to spite you. Hell I'm even hoping for Psychotic Goth."

Tong Fairtex: "I'll forgive you for that since both seem to be trying to elevate SWAT compared to Matei. Right now I have some business to take care of and it's not going to be pretty and after my business is done there's going to be a real champion and one who's not just going to sterilize the belt but clean all that filth that Matei made on it to destroy the belt. Let's go."

Jade: "Gladly."

(They leave the lockerroom.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Tong's really in revenge mode. Back to you."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Its time now for Linda La Fey vs Tabitha.

Andrew Fulton: Don't you mean Zolothach?

Jeremy Tucker: Please…...only she goes by that.

Andrew Fulton: Your funeral when she hears you. Been nice working with you. Also you forgot something.

Jeremy Tucker: Now what?

Andrew Fulton: Its Lucky Linda La Fey.

[Jeremy Tucker lets out a sigh]

Jeremy Tucker: Do you mind if we get on with the match?

Frank Salazar: This match is one fall! First weighing in at one hundred, sixty five pounds from Sin Island...This is Tabitha!

[“Cthulhu” by Gunship begins playing as Tabitha Osborne steps out from the back in a dark hooded robe that hides her features. She ignores the booing crowd, heading straight for the ring. She lays her robe onto the time keeper’s table like it were a championship title and rolls into the ring.]

Frank Salazar: And her opponent, weighing in at one hundred, thirty pounds from Dublin, Ireland ...Lucky Linda La Fey!!

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


[The referee is about to call for the bell when suddenly. ......]

[Wiseguy blares thru the arena and Joe Pesci appears at the top of the ramp with Lynn Brewster reluctantly behind him. Joe has a mic, and he’s holding something else.
Joe Pesci: Ok. Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, Before you two ladies tear into each other, there's a small change to be made.

Joe hands what looks like a referee shirt to Lynn. She takes it and looks down at it, then up at Joe.

Joe Pesci: Mr. referee you get the night off. The referee for this match will be none other than Lynn Brewster. Now get down there and do your job.

[Lynn doesn’t move a muscle until Joe stands on tiptoes and says something that only the two can hear. Lynn looks at Joe, almost scared. She starts down to the ring, and slips on the shirt before getting in the ring.]

Joe Pesci: Ok let's get this match going. Lynn call a fair match.

Jeremy Tucker: Given she doesn’t have anything invested in who wins or loses, I think Joe can count on Lynn to call a fair match.

Andrew Fulton: I’m willing to bet tonight's pay that Joe has something up his sleeve and Lynn has to carry it through.

Jeremy Tucker: Maybe, lets go to the ring.

[Lynn calls for the bell and Tabitha and Linda circle each other,.]
Tabitha is the first to charge and she hits a nasty knee to Linda’s midsection, doubling Linda over. Tabitha then hits a few right hands and then a European uppercut, effectively keeping Linda in the corner,. Tabitha now places her hand around the back of Linda’s neck and pushes her out of the corner only for her to jump onto the second rope and nail her with a bulldog.

Jeremy Tucker: Linda hasn't even had time to throw a punch yet.

Andrew Fulton: Like it or not, Tabitha might just have won this match.

Following the bulldog Tabitha quickly goes for a cover….

1…….

2……

Kickout!

Linda kicks out, which at the moment seems to be all she can do for now. Tabitha is being nothing short of relentless as she mounts Linda and begins to throw right hands. Lynn calls for the break, and Tabitha glares at her. Tabitha is definitely controlling every aspect of the match for the moment. Linda finally gets some fight in her and when Tabitha tells Lynn to leave her alone, Linda grabs Tabitha and shoves her into the middle of the ring. She then gets a hand up and rakes the eyes of Tabitha.

Andrew Fulton: Linda finally is getting some offense in.

Jeremy Tucker: Yeah, but for her to do that she must have been desperate.

Tabitha is back up to her feet, meanwhile Linda is still on one knee trying to shake off the rest of the Tabitha’s attack, but she needs longer than she is given as Tabitha connects with an enziguri that makes an impact so loud even the people up in the nosebleed section can hear it. Tabitha seems intent on ending this as soon as possible as she goes for another cover…

1…….

2…..

Kickout!

Linda still has the fight in her and gets a shoulder up, but can she keep it up? Linda definitely needs to get into this soon and everyone, including Lynn, knows it. Tabitha doesn’t look happy about the two count and gets up to argue with Lynn about the count. Lynn holds up two fingers, and Tabitha lets out a low growl but turns back to Linda, who has got to her feet. Linda kicks Tabitha in the mid-section, and then grabs an arm and sends Tabitha into the ropes, and then goes for a clothesline on the rebound but Tabitha ducks. Linda rebounds off the other set of ropes back at Tabitha and goes for a spear, but she’s sidestepped and she goes through the ropes crashing to the arena floor.

Jeremy Tucker: What a landing!

Andrew Fulton: Linda couldn't stop! Can you imagine if she hit Tabitha with that?

Tabitha rolls outside, not leaving anytime for Linda to even figure out why she didn't just tear a hole right through Tabitha. Tabitha now brings Linda to her feet and pulled her towards the dislodged ring steps. Tabitha hooks Linda in a suplex position…..but Tabitha lets go of Linda because Lynn has followed the two outside the ring, and Lynn grabs an arm of Tabitha. Linda falls to the ground as Lynn is telling Tabitha she won’t stand for that and tells Tabitha to get back in the ring. Lynn crawls back in and waits to see what, if anything, Tabitha does now. This distraction has been helpful to Linda as she’s had time to catch her breath.

Andrew Fulton: I swear Lynn is trying to help Linda win.

Jeremy Tucker: Or she’s calling a very clean match and down the middle.

Tabitha turns back to Linda, who hits Tabitha in the midsection. She grabs hold of Tabitha’s hair and throws her into the ring steps while Lynn seems unbothered by Linda using the steps to her advantage. Finally Lynn goes for a count out ...after a slap Linda rolls back into the ring as the count of seven. Linda looks at Tabitha, who is shaking her head, trying to get rid of the cobwebs. Linda watches Tabitha and she climbs onto the turnbuckle. Tabitha looks up and Linda jumps off, straight down onto the head of Tabitha. Tabitha drops like a rock, but Linda is down, pulling Tabitha up quickly and she rolls Tabitha into the ring and goes for the cover…

1…….

2….

Kickout!

Tabitha has a foot on the ropes! Linda looks at Lynn like “really?” but just like she did with Tabitha, Lynn holds up two fingers. Linda rolls Tabitha onto her side so that her back faces her and she drives a series of knees right into the lower back. She then drives the knee into the lower back only to pull on Tabitha’s chin and waist, bending her to an almost disturbing angle. Tabitha is close to the ropes so getting a hand on them isn't much of a problem. However Linda takes full advantage of Lynn’s five count before breaking the hold.

Jeremy Tucker: Linda has definitely turned the tables in this match, and now Tabitha’s back is the target.

Andrew Fulton: Tabitha seems to have met someone who can stand up to her.

Linda has backed away from Tabitha at the five count, glaring at Lynn. She backs up into the corner and is waiting for Tabitha to get to her feet. Tabitha does and Lynn charges, full speed, at Tabitha but as she gets near Tabitha, Tabitha gets a foot up and nails Linda right in the face. Linda is dropped instantly, and Tabitha pulls herself along the top rope, getting some separation between the two of them. Linda is already getting to her feet as Tabitha just finds her balance, the expression on Tabitha’s face says it all, that she’s starting to lose her control. She walks towards Linda and meets Linda halfway. Tabitha throws a right hand and Linda returns one of her own, sending Tabitha back, and then Linda hammers away at Tabitha, each shot having more impact than the one before. Tabitha is backed into a corner and Linda grabs her by the hair and pulls her out and sends Tabitha into the air!

Jeremy Tucker: I think Linda is officially pissed now.

Andrew Fulton: It seems something has been woke up in both ladies.

Tabitha rolls after her hard landing and stops herself on one knee. Linda charges at her, not giving her a second to move and connects with a boot right to the face. Tabitha’s head snaps back and she hits the mat, and Linda goes for a pin after driving a forearm right into Tabitha’s face.,.

1……

No!

Tabitha gets a shoulder up, and Linda just smiles. Linda picks Tabitha up and tries to lift her to one shoulder, but she winces in pain that shoots into her lower back. Linda is trying to fight through it but no luck. Tabitha backs up from Linda and charges, and Linda is having a hard time moving. Tabitha hits Linda with a spear and sends Linda down. Tabitha pulls Linda up and gets her up. Tabitha throws Linda into the corner and follows and grabs Linda by the throat and Tabitha starts to choke Linda. Lynn calls for the break, which Tabitha does at the count of four, and she glares at Lynn. But she pulls Linda up and then gets her on one shoulder and she charges at the opposite corner, making Linda hit it back first. Linda drops to the mat and is holding her back in pain. Tabitha rolls Linda over and grabs the bottom rope ...and is using it to choke Linda. Lynn calls for a break, but Tabitha ignores Lynn and continues to choke Linda. Lynn calls for a break, and when nothing she starts to count….

1…….

2…….

3……

Jeremy Tucker: Tabitha needs to break the hold! She's about to get DQ’d.

Andrew Fulton: And you think she really cares?

4…….

5…….!

Lynn calls for the bell and then priesTabitha away from the ropes and tells her that the match is over. Tabitha drives Lynn back into the corner, arguing about the outcome. Pesci comes out and comes to ringside.

Joe Pesci : What the god damn hell is wrong with you Brewster! A DQ? You gotta be kidding me, restart the match, right NOW!

Jeremy Tucker : He told her to call a fair match!

Andrew Fulton : Yeah, but a DQ, come on Jerry, this is SWAT!

Jeremy Tucker : Brewster glares at Joe and calls for the bell and we are under way again. Linda could be getting screwed here, she just won, and now has to really, start all over again.

Andrew Fulton : Tabitha is standing there, still, and shaking, she is fuming, she is looking around like a deranged lunatic, which, she is, and she runs at Linda with a spear, but Linda leap frogs her.

Jeremy Tucker : Tabitha cannons into the turn buckle and Linda damn near takes her head off with trouble in paradise!

Andrew Fulton : Irish (Canadian) Destroyer!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Linda has it! Tabitha is in deep trouble.

Andrew Fulton : Linda ties Tabitha up in the tree of woe, Running cannonball into 450 missile drop kick, my god.

Jeremy Tucker : She goes to the top ... Lucky Dip!!! (450 top rope splash)

Andrew Fulton : She nailed it!

Jeremy Tucker : Cover by Linda.

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

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

THREE!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Brewster calls for the bell and raises Lucky Linda’s arm in victory.

[Joe is glaring at Brewster,Tabitha sees him and she jumps down to him. Tabitha can be heard arguing about the count, the match being over, about Lynn being the referee, and anything else she can think to blame Joe of. She charges at Joe, and she drives him into the barrier back first, and Joe is obviously not used to this. She picks him up and turns to drive him into the steps and then picks him up for one last assault but she’s stopped by…..Lynn! Lynn says knock it off and Tabitha glares at Lynn. [/b]

Lynn: Look I may not like him, but this in uncalled for.

Tabitha: Thanks to you and him and I lost this match!

Lynn: You lost because you cheated! Now get out of here!

Tabitha looks at Pesci, who is trying to get to his feet, as Lynn actually stands between the two. Tabitha goes up the ramp. Lynn looks at Pesci, but doesn’t help him up. Lynn takes off the referee shirt, throws it at Pesci, and she walks to the ring, and holds out a hand to Linda. Linda is wary, but takes it and is surprised when Lynn shakes it. This throws Joe into a fit.

Joe Pesci: Oi! Tabitha! Keep walking you god damn fruit cake! You’re FIRED!!

Tabitha skitzes it and charges back down the rampway towards Joe, medics and security come from everywhere and swarm her, she is a wild woman and there is ten of them trying to hold her down, her doctor pulls out a big needle and jabs her with it, and she slumps down unconscious, they carry her away. Joe storms up the ramp way in a huff, he stops and motions for Brewster to join him and she reluctantly does.

Jeremy Tucker: Something’s up. That’s not the Lynn Brewster we’re used to.

Andrew Fulton: She is wising up, she is the slave, Pesci is the master, she may be finally getting it.

Jeremy Tucker: Master?

Andrew Fulton : Hey, she agreed to the terms when she wanted to get the company back from him.

[Jonnie Valentine]

[Open on "Notoriously Hard To Work With" Jonnie Valentine sitting in a chair. His CG at the bottom reads:  "Notoriously Hard To Work With" Jonnie Valentine, Sporadic Pro Wrestler And Cobryn's Possible Best Friend]


"Notoriously Hard To Work With" Jonnie Valentine: Hello, I sit before you with a heavy heart. As you know, after a brutal fruit assault, Syberus, famed Hardkore World Champion and Legendary New Stylistic is in critical condition. Most doctors are saying that there's nothing left they can do.


[Half second flash of a picture of Syberus being stitched up by a backstage physician, blocking the photo with his hand]


Jonnie Valentine: At this point, all we can do is make him comfortable. And what could make anyone more comfortable than for every one of their fans to own their very own Get Well Cyberus friendship bracelet!


[Camera cuts to a close up of a "Get Well Cyberus" friendship bracelet while fake confetti is superimposed over it]


Jonnie Valentine: Now, many of you will notice that it is misspelled. And you would be right. 


[Camera pulls out to Ronnie the Merch Guy standing near by. Jonnie glares at him]


Ronnie the Merch Guy: (takes cigar out) Yous would also be right dat getting deese made in such a quick turnaround is a miracle in itself, and yous should should just be happy you have dem. It makes dem a collector's item.   


Jonnie Valentine: At any rate, stop watching whatever match is next and run to your nearest merch table and purchase your own Get Well Cyberus friendship bracelet. Between this and losing out on that SWAT Intergender title that seems to be defended at the end of the night, he's having a bad month. You, you personally... can change all of that. 


[Camera cuts out to The Spectrum Arena, it starts scanning all the fans]


Jonnie Valentine: Yeah, I'm talking to you. What's your name?


[Camera zooms in to one particular fan in row 8]


Fan: Me? Um, Billy.


Jonnie Valentine: Great, Billy. Billy, you want to help Syberus? Don't you?


Fan: The English feller?


Jonnie Valentine: Yes, the English feller, Billy. 


Fan: More than anything, Jonnie. I'm a go get one of them yarn things right now. 


Jonnie Valentine: You see? Billy gets it. Be like Billy. Let me hear it everyone! "BIL-LY! BIL-LY! BIL-LY!" 


[Scattered chants of "BIL-LY! BIL-LY! BIL-LY!" break out around The Spectrum Arena as Billy runs up the stairs to the merchandise areas like Rocky]


Jonnie Valentine: If we all buy enough Get Well Cyberus friendship bracelets, the big man upstairs could see his way to healing Syberus.


Ronnie the Merch Guy: (chomps his cigar) That's just science. 

[edwarddubin0604]

(The dark room is barely lit and the camera sees Psychotic Goth standing there behind the light.)

Psychotic Goth: "Poor Syberus you accuse me of not moving on. You accuse me of being jealous of you. Maybe you should wake up and see the light......"

(He chants in an ancient dialect as he raises his arms and the light flashes and the room lights up and Psychotic Goth laughs.)

Psychotic Goth: "You should be the one who should see the light. Look what happened to you earlier on Suit's Suite with Cobryn. Oh I loved what he did to you with the coconut. You deserved every one of those coconuts Syberus."

(He laughs louder.)

Psychotic Goth: "Then again you have such a big ego that the only coconuts are in you little dicky and not in your hot air balloon sized head. In fact, you are so stupid oh Sub Zero Percent Syberus that you seem to speak for everyone in The Geezer Gang Society of the Old Geezers Society. Look what itgot you Syberus. Look what it got you. ....LOOK WHAT IT GOT YOU!"

(He roars in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "At least I don't speak for anyone. I don't care about any of your warring factions. I don't care about alliances. I care about one thing and one thing only and that's myself and my spreading of darkness throughout SWAT and then the rest of XHF no matter hpw long it takes to do so."

(Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Zero Wattage Syberus what have you actually done to raise SWAT's status in the XHF and give SWAT it's rightful place among the feds that they are deserving. From what I have seen and heard. From what I have observed SWAT hasn't got any respect from the XHF."

((He bellows in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "I was attempting to elevate SWAT. I was giving SWAT as much exposure as possible. Yet you Syberus. You thought you were too good to do so and decided to further your own interests that went against the ultimate goal of SWAT and that place it among the best feds that could attract attention and more big events."

(Psychotic Goth laughs demonically.)

Psychotic Goth: "That's right Syberus while you were basking in your ego driven glory. I was helping to give SWAT some attention. I was giving SWAT exposure but you only cared about yourself and your bragging about the KGB being beaten and your exclusive Geezer's Club. Even my bitter enemy Tong Fairtex was attempting to give SWAT some publicity amongst the feds. Even Lynn Brewster's working extra hard to give SWAT some publicity and exposure. Yet you do nothing to help elevate our great promotion. Now tonight I shall punish you for your laziness and wanton disregard and disrespect for SWAT. A promotion that hasn't gotten any respect since it's alliance with XHF. Now is the time to do this but you once again you show no regard for the interest of SWAT."

(He lowers his head and raises his arms and flings his head back revealing his pale handsome gothlike looks.)

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight Syberus you shall pay the price for your disrespect for SWAT. You shall fall to me Syberus and I shall avenge my loss to you at last years Adrian Tanner, Jr. Memorial Show. I shall not only avenge myself. I shall also embarrass you further and then I shall continue to elevate SWAT with every quest I have in front of me. I shall spread my darkness and evil across the realms. Meanwhile you shall wallow in your past glories and accuse others of being jealous of you while SWAT rises in potential glory. You shall never be able to hold your head in pride ever again. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall make this omen come true."

(He roars in an ancient dialect before the lightbulbs explode and the rooms go dark again.)

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : We are back folks, and how about that Fulton, Tabitha is FIRED!

Andrew Fulton : She sure is, and deservedly so, no one puts their hands on our esteemed owner and gets away with it.

Jeremy Tucker : Our next watch up is an intriguing one, former Amazons Champ Avery McCullen against Blaze Freya, the former Pan Am Champ.

Andrew Fulton : Both women looked at the top of their games a couple months back, but just like that, both seem to have fallen from grace, i am backing Freya to get back on track in this one tonight.

Jeremy Tucker : That comes as no surprise, as you are completely obsessed with her.

Andrew Fulton : It’s like this Jerry, win or lose, hot is HOT! And Blaze, she is smokin!

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

Frank Salazar : Introducing first, hailing from Blackpool, England ... coming in at 5’ 6 and 125 lbs .... BLAZE FREYA!!!! And her opponent, hailing from Dublin, Ireland .... coming in at 5’ 8 and 131 lbs .... The Daredevil .... AVERY McCULLEN!!!!

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

Jeremy Tucker : I have been looking forward to this match up all night Fulton.

Andrew Fulton : (creepily) Me too.

Jeremy Tucker : You idiot. Davola calls for the bell and we are under way. Both women lock up and Freya with a European Uppercut rocks Avery. A 2nd one follows and then Avery counters a third and rakes the eyes of Blaze.

Andrew Fulton : Dirty start by Avery.

Jeremy Tucker : Normally you would approve of such tactics.

Andrew Fulton : Normally it wouldn’t be blinding the magnificence that is Blaze Freya.

Jeremy Tucker : Avery with a punch to the gut takes the wind out of Freya, she then delivers a firemans carry drop.

Andrew Fulton : Blaze rolls out the way of an elbow drop by Avery, and pounces on her with some hard grounded knee strikes, way to go Freya!

Jeremy Tucker : Blaze keeps on Avery and delivers a gut wrench suplex.

Andrew Fulton : Avery quick to her feet but Freya was waiting for her and cleans her clock with a reverse roundhouse kick! Perfect!

Jeremy Tucker : She nailed her good with that one, Blaze goes for a cover, Referee Joe Davalo drops for the count ....

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

Two ............ (Avery powers out.)

Andrew Fulton : Slow count Crazy Joe!

Jeremy Tucker : Avery rakes the back of Freya, look at them claw marks she left!

Andrew Fulton : Blaze felt that, and Avery follows it up with a backstabber.

Jeremy Tucker : Avery has a vicious streak, she has been on a whirlwind here since turning her back on her long time tag partner Lucky Linda and the fans, where we saw her own husband Mike Maddox swerve her to join the KGB, only for her to sit by and watch them then do the same to him, and put him in the ICU, where he still is in zombie land today.

Andrew Fulton : He can rot there for all i care. Avery with a Russian Leg sweep Facebuster.

Jeremy Tucker : How about last Battleground Fulton, we saw Avery kissing another man after drinking with him all night, while her husband is in the coma.

Andrew Fulton : She has needs Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Needs? The man is on life support!

Andrew Fulton : Yeah, and he wound up in there by betraying her to begin with!

Jeremy Tucker : Avery with some hard mudhole stomping, forcing Blaze into the corner, Blaze fights out of it though and grabs Avery by the hair and sends her sailing thru the ropes to the outside.

Andrew Fulton : Blaze is as tough as she is hot Jerry! Blaze springboards over the top rope to the outside and nails Avery with a beautiful flying forearm! Poetry in Motion!

Jeremy Tucker : That was a lethal forearm. Blaze picks up a groggy Avery after the move and smashes her head into the ring steps, and then rolls her back into the ring.

Andrew Fulton : Avery is struggling, i think Blaze has her now.

Jeremy Tucker : Blaze sizes up Avery .... TORN!!!!! Blaze executes a mad gore on Avery. Avery is OUT! Cover by Blaze, this should be it.

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

Two .......................... (Blaze hooks the leg)

Thr ... Avery rolls a shoulder.

Andrew Fulton : Wow, i can’t believe she kicked out of the Torn.

Jeremy Tucker : Avery is tough as old boot leather. Avery with a Tiger Suplex gets back on the offensive.

Andrew Fulton : The match should be over, that was a terribly slow count by Joe.

Jeremy Tucker : Looked normal to me, Avery with a bulldog, then goes for a Haymaker, but Blaze blocks it and delivers a Pele kick to Avery!

Andrew Fulton : What a move! Blaze drills Avery now with a mad Stunner!

Jeremy Tucker : That rocked Avery, Blaze looking in the zone here ... sees Avery dazed in the corner and backs into the opposite corner sizing them up, then roll flips three times to the other side and catches them with a Codebreaker!!!

Andrew Fulton : That could be it! Blaze swaggers around the ring, look at her Jerry! She is signalling it’s over!

Jeremy Tucker : Avery struggling to her feet, and Blaze raises her hand high into the air, then slides her hand down her own tights, she reels back for a big slap to the face with the hand, but Avery grabs her wrist and stops it.

Andrew Fulton : Wow. (drools)

Jeremy Tucker : Get a hold of yourself Fulton.

Andrew Fulton : I want too, but if i did, we would be booted off the air!

Jeremy Tucker : Avery and Blaze having a battle of power, Blaze trying to force her infected hand to Avery, and Avery trying to force it back at Blaze.

Andrew Fulton : Infected? She isn’t diseased!

Jeremy Tucker : Avery is winning this test of strength, and Blaze’s own hand is getting closer to herself, she realises this and OH MY GOD! Blaze with her other hand grabs her wrist, steadies it, and dramatically, licks her OWN JJ COVERED HAND!

Andrew Fulton : (faints)

Jeremy Tucker : I think we have lost Fulton folks! It’s all a bit much for him!

Andrew Fulton : (still unconscious)

Jeremy Tucker : Avery snarls at Blaze and her vulgarity, and forces Blazes own hand deep into her gullet! Blaze had relaxed a tad thinking her show of licking her hand would throw Avery off, but instead she snapped and rammed it deep into the mouth of Blaze! MANDIIBLE CLAW! Or, is it the PUSSY CLAW!!! What do you think Fulton?

Andrew Fulton : (still unconscious)

Jeremy Tucker : I thought so. Blaze is gagging for air ... this could be it! Avery forces Blaze to the mat, her shoulders pinned and Averys arms between Blazes legs with her arm deep still applying the Mandible claw, Blaze is popped up like a centrefold, lucky she didn’t have a wardrobe malfunction when she was playing with herself down there. Davola drops to count .....

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

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

THREE!!!! Avery wins! Avery defeats Blaze Freya in the damndest finish i have ever witnessed!

Frank Salazar : WINNER OF THE MATCH .... AVERY McCULLEN!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : What a big win for Avery! We’ll be right back folks, after these messages .... (as fading) Can we get some help for Fulton, i think he has popped a vessel or something.)

[Vince Franklin]

[The show comes back from commercial and DRAMA is standing in the middle of the ring, microphone in hand.]

DRAMA: I came out here two weeks ago, and I challenged the man I have chosen as my arch-nemesis, Beelzebozo, to come back and face me. Only he is a big enough monster to bring the best out of me. But maybe I was wrong. maybe he isn't the man I thought he was. Because I have been patient, but I have heard nothing. And a man can only wait so long before he has to take action. So I stand before you, one more time, asking you...Beelzebozo....Buster Friendly....whatever you are calling yourself these days.......face me. Come to this ring....and face me!!

[DRAMA stands still, looking up towards the ramp, awaiting is challenge to be answered.]

DRAMA: I'm waiting, Buster! Come out here like a man and face me!

[More silence.]

DRAMA: ...

[Before the masked man can say another word, the lights go off.]

***BLACKOUT POP!***

[The silence is broken as "Angel's Punishment" by Lacuna Coil hits the PA system.]

Andrew Fulton: It looks like DRAMA's challenge is being accepted, but not by Buster Friendly!


Jeremy Tucker: It's Anthony Alred! The same man who came out of retirement for one night and gave Buster Friendly the match of his life!


[Alred walks down the ramp, his trademark mask the only piece of wrestling gear he has on. He is dressed in black slacks and a button down black shirt with the Nightmare Gym logo on the left breast pocket. Alred grabs a mic from ringside and then gets into the ring.]


DRAMA: You're not Beelzebozo.

Alred: Very astute observation, DRAMA. No, I am not Beelzebozo. Beelzebozo is dead. Buster friendly finally beat his demons, and he is living a clean and sober life, where where he finally, at long last, has a chance to find....if not happiness, then maybe ..... peace.  For some reason, you have decided that he is going to be the target of our attentions. But DRAMA, you don't know Buster Friendly. Whatever  this infatuation you have with him is, it's all in our head. The man has never met you, except for the time you attacked him after our match. And as much as that should give him a giant problem with you, he doesn't have one. He is willing to take that assault, and forget about it. He doesn't want to fight you. He doesn't want to fight anybody. He is trying to get his life in order. So I am out here, on his behalf, as his friend, to ask you nicely, and with respect.....just let it go.

DRAMA: Let it go?

Alred: yes. Forget about it. Find somebody else to focus on. Buster doesn't want this. He doesn't need this. He is so close to putting his demons to rest for good. He doesn't want to risk waking them up and unleashing them upon the world. 


DRAMA: So he is a coward.

Alred: [chuckles.] No, not at all. Actually, refusing to fight you is the bravest thing I have ever seen him do. Believe me, you may think you want Beelzebozo in this ring, but you don't. Just let it go. There are plenty of other people here who would be more than happy to dance with you. Go pick a fight with Hell's Bouncer. He's a big tough guy, and he always wants a fight. Why not start something with him.

DRAMA: I am looking for a fight that will shatter the Heaven's in its scope, and its depravity, and you offer me Hell's Goddamn Bouncer? 

Alred: Look, I don't care who you fight. Just not Buster. Leave him alone. He needs his peace.

DRAMA: Fine. If I can't fight Beelzebozo, maybe I will just fight....YOU.

***POP***

Alred: I'm retired. And I have no problem with you. I am out here just as Buster's friend, delivering a message.

DRAMA: So, a coward speaks for the coward.

Alred: You aren't going to goad me ito a fight by calling me names. I am past such pettiness. I am leaving now. Good luck, DRAMA. I hope you find what you're looking for.

DRAMA: Sure, shrink away to the back. You and Buster deserve each other. He can cry about his dead father....and you can cry about our dead wife.

***OH NO HE DIDN'T POP!!!***

[Alred turns back around and gets in DRAMA's face.]

Alred: Kid.....don't you know who I am?

DRAMA: I know who you WERE.

{Alred shakes his head.}

Alred: You almost had me. But I am not biting. Say whatever you want. The sad truth is, in order for your words to hurt me, I have to care what you think. And I don't. So run your mouth about me all you want. I am done here.

[Ared turns to leave again.]

DRAMA: maybe you're right. Maybe my words can't hurt you.....but this can.

[DRAMA charges at Alred and strikes him in the back of the head with the microphone. Alred staggers from the cheap shot and DRAMA grabs a hold of the stunned legend, kicking him in the gut and then drilling him with a package piledriver!]


Jeremy Tucker: KILL YOUR DARLINGS! That devastating package piledriver!

Andrew Fulton: And Alred had to retire due to a series of neck injuries!

[Alred lays on the mat, clutching his neck in agony. DRAMA lifts him up and delivers a second package piledriver. Alred lays prone, not moving. DRAMA lifts his limp body, and drills him with a third Kill Your Darlings.]


[Andrew Fulton: Enough is enough! Somebody stop this before the man is crippled for life!

[DRAMA lifts the mic up and screams into it.]

DRAMA: BUSTER! FIGHT ME! FIGHT ME OR I CRIPPLE HIM!!!

[DRAMA lifts Alred up and gets him in position for a fourth piledriver, when the lights go off again. The screen above the entrance ramp turns on, and Buster Friendly is on screen.]

Buster: ENOUGH! 

[DRAMA throws Alred to the side.]

Buster: That's enough. DRAMA, I don't know what your problem with me is, but I won't watch my friend pay the price for your insanity. You want a match with me? YOU GOT IT!

[DRAMA nods his approval....and then lifts Alred up for a fourth package piledriver, dropping him on his head one more time!]

DRAMA: See you next week, clown!

Jeremy Tucker: Somebody get the EMTs out here to tend to Alred! Fans, we will be back!


  

[averymccullen]

Act 1: Another Victory

"Another has fallen. I won... Keep 'em coming!"

The scene opens on the backstage area where we see Avery walking along the hallway after her match. She had once again won over Blaze Freya and shown why she was once the Amazon Champion. She soon rounds the corner and sees Glenda standing by her locker room door.

GG: Miss McCullen could I get a few words about your victory over Blaze Freya?

Avery smiles.

Avery: Of course.

GG: Congratulations on the win first off.

Avery: Thank you.

GG: What were your thoughts going into that match? I mean Blaze Freya seemed a bit unstable when she faced off against Linda.

Avery: Freya is unstable. I mean look at what she did in the match. That was disgusting. I need to take a shower just to get her stink off of me. She needs to be put away and have the key thrown away.

GG: I have to agree with you there, but there are a few out there that actually like her. She seems to be a fan favorite.

Avery: Please! She's insane! Hopefully I put an end to her. If not one of us will put her out of her misery.

GG: Those are some strong words. Can I ask you a few personal questions?

Avery: Depends on what it is...

GG: Well first off how is your husband?

Avery hangs her head.

Avery: There really hasn't been any change in his condition.

GG: I'm sorry to hear that. My other question is in regards to the young man that you were seen kissing at your hotel. What is your relationship with him? Are you just friends? Or are you something more? I mean no one would really blame you if you went looking for someone else.

Avery looks at her with narrowed eyes.

Avery: What happened between Johnny and I is nobodies business. I had a few to many to drink and so did he. He's a friend nothing more. He reminds me a lot of myself and I think he understands me more than anyone else right now. I needed a friend... And right now those are few and far between for me...

GG: You did betray your former tag team champion...

Avery: Thanks for reminding me... Now if you excuse me... I need to get a shower...

GG: Of course.

Avery sighs and opens the door seeing Johnny getting to his feet, with a dozen roses in hand. Avery smiles softly as she closes the door as the scene fades to black.

OOC: Forgive the lateness and the shortness of the rp. I've been sick and just really weak. I hope you all enjoy it.

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Well folks up next we have Frostbite taking on Suzi Spitz. This is going to be a really interesting match up.

Andrew Fulton: We heard Syberus was due to take his refereeing duties in this match but after the attack earlier tonight from Cobryn he's getting medically cleared for his match up against Psychotic Goth.

[“C.O.D.” by AC/DC hits and the crowd pop for the arrival of Suzi Spitz. It isn't long before Suzi pushes her way out of the curtain and makes her way down the ramp, high fiving some fans along the way.]

Frank Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from New Orleans, Louisiana – weighing 135lbs... SUZI SPITZ!!!

Andrew Fulton: There's some rumours abound regarding Suzi as potentially a member of the KGB.

Jeremy Tucker: Well, you can't argue she'd be a strong candidate. But are we going to get to the stage where everyone in this company is either in the Society of the New Breed or the KGB??

[“Seek and Destroy” by Metallica comes into play.]

Frank Salazar : And introducing her opponent, hailing from Boulder, Colorado - weighing 225 pounds ... The Cold Hearted Bastard .... FROSTBITE!!!!

[We see lotus flying on the Titan tron for a few seconds as more and more join in, until day turns to night as the image fades out, and the next image you see is tanks firing in the air, and right after that image we see soliders walking in unison and that image fades out and another of a huge nuclear explosion as you see nothing but ashes and dust of a city. The lights in the arena go completely dark for a few seconds as it comes back up a blue light is seen up the show of the steps as someone is standing up there wearing a gray hoodie with their head down. As they slowly pick up their head, we can see an intense look in their blue eyes, we see that it is Frostbite. He takes a walk down the steps as fans reached out to touch his hands or his broad shoulders. As he stops midway looking into the crowd as he nods his head as the crowd chants his name. He gets to the bottom of the step, he climbs over the barricade. He quickly takes off his hoodie and hands it over to some fan at ringside. He turns his attention to the ring and his opponent with an intense look in his blue eyes. He begins to climb the steps and jumps over the top ropes. He continues to look at his opponent not taking his eyes off of his opponent as the lights turns back to normal and his music fades as he is ready for a war. ]

Andrew Fulton: With Frostbite going at it with Soutter and Suzi Spitz being courted by the KGB... anything could happen here.

[The bell rings and the two lock up. Frostbite easily rags Suzi around and breaks the hold. The two go for another lock up but Suzi ducks it and elbows him in the ribs.]

Jeremy Tucker: Nice spinning back kick from Suzi Spitz. She goes for the irish whip but a reversal from Frostbite.

Andrew Fulton: Clothesline!

[Frostbite stands over Suzi and rubs his midsection for a second. He pulls her up by the hair and goes for a scoop slam which she reverses.]

Jeremy Tucker: Thumb to the eye from Suzi Spitz, and she comes off the ropes with a spinning neckbreaker! Nice move.

Andrew Fulton: Spitz easily has the agility in this match, countering and staying out of Frostbite's grip is key.

Jeremy Tucker: Standing drop kick from Spitz, forcing Frostbite back into a corner. Spitz comes in with the running splash – caught by Frostbite!

Andrew Fulton: Belly to belly suplex!

[Suzi's back arches off the canvas as Frostbite drags her back to her feet. An Irish whip sends Suzi running the ropes but as he attempts the toss she comes back with a kick to the face.]

Jeremy Tucker: Wait... here comes Paul Soutter!

[The crowd rumbles as Soutter starts to make his way slowly down the ramp, looking casually at the action in the ring.]

Jeremy Tucker: You can't imagine he has good intentions.

[Suzi takes Frostbite down with a cross body.]

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

Jeremy Tucker: I knew it wouldn't be long until the KGB made their presence felt in this match.

Andrew Fulton: I think you're over reacting! He could just be here to take a closer look at Suzi, maybe weighing up her potential??

[Frostbite comes alive and hits Suzi Spitz with a spinebuster. He cracks his neck leaning back on the ropes and realises Soutter is making his way down.]

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite now keeping on eye on Soutter and who can blame him. He blocks a right hand from Suzi Spitz and rocks her with a headbutt. Roaring elbow from Frostbite!

Referee Frederik Gunnarson: 1... 2... (Suzi Spitz kicks out)

[Soutter calmly gets a steel chair out and sets it up next to the ring, sitting down with his arms folded to watch the match.]

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite glaring at Soutter, making sure he's not here to get involved in this match.

Andrew Fulton: See? He's behaving.

[Suzi takes advantage of Frostbite's distraction with a schoolboy roll up.]

Jeremy Tucker: Look out!

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

[Frostbite rages back to his feet and goes for a right hand but it's ducked by Suzi Spitz. She leaps up with a reverse Neckbreaker.]

Jeremy Tucker: That one stung! The Pan Am Champ looking great! Spitz with the cover!

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

Jeremy Tucker: Suzi Spitz mounts Frostbite in frustration going absolutely crazy with slaps, scratches and knee lifts!!

Andrew Fulton: That looks terrible. I sure hope I never find myself mounted by Suzi Spitz.

[The referee finally manages to pull Suzi off of Frostbite. He recovers and catches her with a hip toss. Frostbite then flattens Suzi with a clothesline again.]

Jeremy Tucker: The Violent Vixen is down. Frostbite waits for her to stagger back to her feet – back suplex!!

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

[Frostbite is still keeping one eye on Soutter, who shuffles in his chair. Frostbite once again takes his eye of Suzi Spitz to yell a warning to Soutter over the ropes.]

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite needs to keep his eye on the ball here.

Andrew Fulton: Suzi Spitz is back to her feet... and she catches Frostbite out with a drop toe hold!

[Frostbite's throat lands on the bottom rope. He clutches at his throat while Suzi climbs the top rope and flies off to catch Frostbite with a hurricanrana into a pin!]

Jeremy Tucker: The Oral Victory! But wait – who's this?

Referee Frederik Gunnarson: 1... 2... thr(he notices Frostbite's foot on the bottom rope).

Jeremy Tucker: That's Joanne Canelli!! Canelli just put Frostbite's foot on that bottom rope – it was no where near!!

Andrew Fulton: Where did she come from?

Jeremy Tucker: What is going on here?? I thought Suzi Spitz was on her way into the KGB??

[Suzi notices Canelli stood on the outside of the ring. As she pieces together what's happened Frostbite catches her off guard with a front brain buster.]

Jeremy Tucker: SNOW STORM!!

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

[The bell rings and “Seek and Destroy” plays again. The referee raises Frostbite's arm.]

Frank Salazar: Here is your winner... FROSTBITE!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Well you're as confused as we are folks as we try to make sense of what's gone on here. Suzi Spitz may have had this match won after Frostbite was distracted by Paul Soutter... but it was Joanne Canelli of the KGB that actually saved Frostbite and cost Suzi Spitz the match!!

Andrew Fulton: Wait, Suzi is leaning over the ropes, screaming at Joanne what was she thinking .... Joanne with a bottle of some sort of spray sprays Suzi in the eyes, blinding her.

Jeremy Tucker: Joanne pulls her out of the ring by her ankles and flings her head into the security railing. Joanne then grabs the steel chair Soutter was sitting on and wallops Suzi in the head with it! Wow! So much for joining the Bandits for her.

Andrew Fulton: This is what you cop when you mess with the KGB!

Jeremy Tucker: Mess with the KGB? She didn’t do anything to the KGB.

Andrew Fulton: Joanne wallops her again with the chair, and a third shot, then grabs the mic from Frank.

Joanne Canelli: WHEN THE KGB MAKE YOU AN OFFER, YOU DONT KEEP US WAITING GIRLIE!

Jeremy Tucker: Wow! Joanne with a 4th chair shot, and Frostbite has seen enough and he slides out and gets between Joanne and Suzi.

Andrew Fulton: Hit him too Canelli!

Jeremy Tucker: Officials and security are swarming now, and there is twenty of them between Frostbite and the KGB. Soutter puts his arm on Joanne’s shoulder and motions for them to go, smugly smiling at Frostbite.

Andrew Fulton: Frostbite just doesn’t know when to keep his nose out, he will pay for that, the list of his wrongs against the KGB just keep getting bigger and bigger.

Jeremy Tucker: The list of the KGB’s enemies keeps getting bigger too, they have just made another here in Suzi Fn Spitz! Folks, we’ll be back shortly after these messages with Goth Vs Syb!

[Timeless]

The SWAT Tron lights up and we see a purple Lamborghini Diablo SE30 driving around a winding mountain, Timeless is driving and Roxylishus is beside him, they look INCREDIBLE. Timeless has a Versace shirt on, unbuttoned, i think he is allergic to buttons, and Roxylishus, she is wearing her brand new Tasty like a Rain Drop t-shirt. Cosmic Girl is blaring in the car.

Roxylishus : I LUUUUUV this SONG! I tell you Timeless, i feel a connection to it, some sort of affinity with this song, it’s like when he is singing, he is singing to ME!

Timeless : You send me into Hyperspace when you sit upon my face. (Timeless sings along with the words.)

Roxylishus : I don’t think they are the exact words hun.

Timeless : Tomato, Tamato.

Roxylishus : No babe, I’m no Tomato, I’m a PEACH!

Timeless : That you are.

[Timeless groans, a wanting hungry groan, he wants some of that peach right NOW, You all do. Except for Syb, he wants something else.The song finishes and they keep speeding around the mountain.]

Roxylishus : So you have a real big match coming up at Battleground. The leader of the Society, Jonnie Valentine.

Timeless : And i will beat him, AT ANY COST!

Roxylishus : He is apparently Notoriously hard to work with.

Timeless : Who isn’t in that crew. I wanted him the day he called himself Mr Dropkick, everyone knows that my stick. I am the greatest technical wrestler to ever lace a pair of boots, and this old fart is parading around our fed like he is gods gift, slinging his crappy merch, the rest of the old timers following him in here like he is the pied piper.

Roxylishus : They say in the old days of Hardkore World, he paid them in lines and blow jobs.

Timeless : I heard as much, but that he had Syb give the blowies.

Roxylishus : That would explain his World Title push.

Timeless : (shudders) You know, i grew up watching that fed, it was a big part of my child hood, then you see them all now, and i guess it’s true what they say, never meet your heroes.

[Roxylishus giggles and then shows Timeless her phone with a status of Cobryn’s beat down on Syb on the Suits Suite.]

Roxylishus : Looks like all it took for Cobryn to see the light and ditch the bow ties and Society was to replace him with the Mediocre Syberus.

Timeless : Man, he kicked his ASS! Is he in the KGB now then?

Roxylishus : I don’t think so, i think he just hates Syberus as much as everyone else.

Timeless : Makes sense. This stretcher match against Valentine is going to be the biggest wakeup call for them geriatrics since Melrose got the chop.

Roxylishus : What’s Melrose?

Timeless : Some 90’s trash tv. Wonder what Valentine will call himself next week, Retro Reject Jonnie Valentine has a ring to it, that could sell some t shirts.

Roxylishus : So what is he really, like a cult leader or something? And the Society are his stooges who follow him everywhere he goes and fawn all over him and kiss ass and carry his bags and give him all there merch takings?

Timeless : Pretty much. One thing they wont be carrying at Battleground though is my Stretcher, cause i aint going no where near that fucker.

Roxylishus : I might do a little dance on top of it, will it have the wheels on it and spin underneath me while i twerk?

Timeless : I imagine so.

Roxylishus : Goooodie!! (She claps her hands with delights, and so do all you at home.)

Timeless : Next stop. The Spectrum Arena, and then for Jonnie Valentine, he will find he’s TIME’S UP!

[Close up of Roxylishus cleavage, just, because.]

[Unfadeable.]