Battleground #20 : Gold Standard (Show)

[SWAT Team]

Syndicate Wrestling &Tradition and the XHF presents ....

Jeremy Tucker: Welcome fans to SWAT Battleground - Gold Standard! The take home show before the Helloween Cup!

Andrew Fulton: And what a line-up! I swear, with the some of the beatings we have in store tonight, half the roster aren't going to be able to make it to the Helloween Cup!

Jeremy Tucker: And speaking of Gold Standards, we are kicking the show off with a classic!

Andrew Fulton: Well they usually open the show...

Jeremy Tucker: YES! But after last Battleground's MATCH OF THE YEAR CONTENDER this promises to be a hot rematch!

[The camera cuts from the announce team to the middle of the ring where The Indian Assassins and The O-Z are teasing another dance off.]

TJ Zousa: You got lucky last week! We danced circles around you! You were on your last legs, exhausted from keeping up! If not for the time limit draw, we ALL KNOW who was going to win that match!

*YES WE DO POP*

Rajiv Khan: Oh please! We have proper backup dancers, and smooth moves. If SWAT doesn't work out for us we can become big BOLLYWOOD stars in a flash!

*KEEP TELLING YOURSELF THAT RAJ POP*

TJ Touza: That does it! You and us... TONIGHT... THERE MUST BE A WINNER!!!

*THE MOST HEATED RIVALRY IN SWAT CONTINUES POP*

Jeremy Tucker: All four men brawling in the centre of the ring...

DING! DING!!! DING!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: There's the bell and we are officially kicking of SWAT's GOLD STANDARDS with two teams that have to be at the top of tag title contention!

Andrew Fulton: And after two non-endings you heard TJ - there MUST be a winner tonight!

Jeremy Tucker: There thirty minute broadway was an EASY seven stars, if they're given more time, we could see ten stars!

Andrew Fulton: With these guys you'd normally be lucky to see one star, but I have to agree, they have chemistry. Brawl now turning into a dance off as TJ Zousa pulls out a boombox!



Jeremy Tucker: Crowd on fire and here comes the dougie! Wait from the audience---------

*MASSIVE BOOS*

Jeremy Tucker: GET HIM OUT OF THERE!

Andrew Fulton: Isn't that?

Jeremy Tucker: We don't mention his name, everything about that gimmick is offensive.

Andrew Fulton: Using a sickle in one hand and kendo stick in the other to just brutalize ALL FOUR MEN! Its an equal opportunity assault so the referee doesn't even know who to disqualify. Both members of The O-Z and the Indian Assassins are all out cold...

Jeremy Tucker: Where is security?

Andrew Fulton: Waiting, dropping the chair long enough to cover Rajiv...











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















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
















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

Jeremy Tucker: OH COME ON!

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

Jeremy Tucker: He isn't with the company!

Andrew Fulton: They said THERE MUST BE A WINNER... they didn't say it had to be one of them.

Frank Salazar: The winner of this match...

ZOMBIE ADRIAN TANNER JR.!!!!!!!!!!!

*MONSTER BOOS*

[In the centre of the ring, the wrestler dressed as the Zombie version of Adrian Tanner cackles malevolently while sucking in the cheap heat.]

"I...

WILL

FUCKING

END YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!'

*OUT OF THIS WORLD MOON WAFFLE POP!!!!!!*

[Zombie Adrian Tanner stops cackling as the world heavyweight champion comes out of the back!]

Jeremy Tucker: Here comes Radu Matei - talk about gold standards - the champion is the one man who is actually standing up to this parasite.

Andrew Fulton: That wiped the smile off the scumbag's face.

[Matei looks like he's going to continue on the mic, but then just drops it and starts charging down the aisle! Freaked out at the prospect, Zombie Adrian Tanner turns to leave, only to stomp on TJ Zousa's boom box...]

[Changing the track.]



[ZAT tries to kick the boombox off, but its kind of stuck, he starts to stand on it to try to free himself... then realizes how close Radu Matei is to ringside. Cutting his loses, he jumps through the ropes, and starts to charge out through the crowd.]

#Jackie is a punk#
#Judy is a runt#
#They both went down to Berlin, joined the Ice Capades#

[The boombox is slowing ZAT down. The crowd, who aren't fans of this disgusting gimmick, also slow him down. If Radu Matei wasn't shuffling along like roadkill, this wouldn't be competitive, fortunately Radu is - so its a race.]

#And ooooooh, I don't know why#
#Oooooooh, I don't know why#

[The two stagger up the steps towards the first floor stadium doors.]

#Perhaps they'll die#
#oh yeah#
#Perhaps they'll die#
#oh yeah#
#Perhaps they'll die#
#oh yeah#
#Perhaps they'll die#
#oh yeah#

[ZAT throws himself through the steel doors, almost busting one of their hinges. He continues to try to kick off the boom box, but he barely has time to breathe let alone break off the rest of it. Matei rams into the doors as well. There goes the hinge. As the door slams to the ground, ZAT darts off down the corridors - shoving some fans into a concession stand on his way.]

#Second verse, same as the first#
#Jackie is a punk#
#Judy is a runt#
#They both went down to Berlin, joined the Ice Capadesssssssss#

[Staff only, that seems promising! ZAT dives through the door, closing it behind him. Sigh of relief. The door swings open to show the blood red hateful glare of The Sacrificial Idol. Don't these doors have locks jesus! Matei reaches out, but ZAT ducks under and continues to stagger off.]

#And oh, I don't know why#
#Oh, I don't know why#

[ZAT falls down a flight of stairs, Radu lurches after him, barely maintaining his own footing while continuing his bloodthirsty pursuit.]

#Perhaps they'll die#
#oh yeah#

[The boiler room! ZAT looks like he's reached a dead end...]

#Perhaps they'll die#
#oh yeah#

[Before he has a chance to react, Radu Matei reaches out and grabs the wig of the Zombie Adrian Tanner - ripping it back for all he's worth. The plastic mask tears with it.]

#Perhaps they'll die#
#oh yeah#

*MASSIVE JEERS*

[Radu Matei registers a cold disgust as Zombie Adrian Tanner Jr. is revealed to be former SWAT Ultimate Champion, Zoran Sainovic.]

#Perhaps they'll die#

[Sainovic doesn't look too upset at this reveal. Matei's glare turns from contempt to realization, with the understanding that he's been tricked into walking into a trap.]

#oooooooh yeah#

[Before Matei can lay a hand on Zoran Sainovic, Joanne Canelli and Timeless Alex Turner nail him with steel chairs. Never one to sell, Matei refuses to acknowledge the shots much like he refuses to act surprised. This show of defiance continues through another dozen chair shots, even when he's flat on his back.]

Joe Pesci: That's right you stupid piece of shit! When I say you're not walking out of here with the title, I mean it!

[Kneeling, Zainovic lowers the volume on the boombox, lighting a cigarette as he waits for the Amazon and Technical champions to finish their vicious attack. Every chair shot covers the walls in more gore. Sainovic stops to blow some smoke in his victim's face.]

Zoran Sainovic: You should have kept your eyes on ze prize.

[As the Sacrificial Idol coughs on the smoke, Timeless takes this as a sign of life and starts to hammer down more chairshots. The assault only ends as a long shadows falls across the champion...]

Joe Pesci: Finish him, Paul!

[Soutter pauses. He doesn't take orders from Pesci.]

[After a few moments have passed, the SWAT founder reaches down, lifting the world champion up in the air...]

*MASSIVE BOOS*

[Powerbombing Matei onto the hard concrete floor of the boiler room.]

*MASSIVE BOOS*



*MASSIVE BOOS*



*MASSIVE BOOS*



*MASSIVE BOOS*

[Fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth...]

*STOP YOU FUCKING ANIMAL BOOS*

[Ten powerbombs onto the concrete. Radu Matei's body enjoyed some death throes around the third bomb, but by the sixth any twitching was over. Now limp, Matei needs an emergency room.]

Joe Pesci: You always act like dead meat, Radu. You usually come back against all odds, making me wonder how hurt you really are. So tonight, I decided to hedge my bets... you want him, Paul?

Paul Soutter: Too easy.

[The founder spits on the near dead world champion.]

Joe Pesci: Fair enough. I remember you saying you didn't want to defend against another champion because it might devalue their belt. So let's make it a little more interesting...

Grant Givens <walking into the boiler room>: Hello I'm with the State Athletic Commission - is that your world champion? I'm here to give Radu Matei a physical...

Joe Pesci <pointing down at Matei with one hand, while tossing a wad of cash at the inspector with the other>: Yeah, this is Matei. He's not much to look at. Never was. He has a BIG match tonight though, so we'll leave the paperwork up to you.

[After months of trying to strip the champion of the belt by means of athletic commissions, Pesci successfully pays off this one. Grant Givens disappears the way he came.]

Joe Pesci: ...You don't want to make the Amazon title look bad by beating Joanne one on one? YOU SHOULD BE SO LUCK! You don't want the technical strap to look like shit by beating Timeless? That impotent fuck Valentine could learn something from you! Nah, we aren't doing title against title matches... none of those belts will be on the line... just yours...


Radu MATEI...

TONIGHT! You will defend your belt against ALL the other singles champions...

Joanne Canelli: Joe - Suzi...

Joe Pesci: She will be with the KGB on the right side of history, or be wiped out with this scum. Matei... you will defend your world title against Joanne Canelli, Timeless Alex Turner AND Suzi Spitz!

[Picking up the ripped zombie mask, Pesci draps it over Matei's swollen face.]

Joe Pesci: You got one night left to live, Radu. This is Gold Standards, and I don't see you measuring up. <rising> Lets get going, looking at all this raw meat is making me lose my appetite.

[The KGB head out.]

Zoran Sainovic: Be seeing you.

[The former ULTIMATE champion puts his cigarette out on Matei's forehead, like it was an ashtray. The boiler room is left empty with the bloody remains of The Sacrificial Idol leaking pools of blood on the floor.]

[Deleted]

( After taking time off due to contract issues again that Paul Soutter tried to rob me from as Royal Family aka Hells Destruction cones back to the company of SWAT. No one quit, just had time off.

OOC- No Internet and moved to my own place finally.

As dresses in all black. Black Tank Top with the Hells Bouncer on front in red, black slack pants and black wrestling boots.

Located in my new apartment in Steubenville Ohio, 4 story building, on 3rd floor with my queen size bed, lazyboy couch and recliner that I am sitting back on with my round table near me, and candles lighted up by the banister of my window and table with the scent of pumpkin spice all around the room.

Hells Bouncer- My story of being in SWAT is simple and pretty intense.

I have gone from being HardKore Champion to World Champion and my rematch is coming or else Soutter. I have done a lot for this company and with this company, and it seems. Maybe it is not enough for the guys in the back to see I HB is trying my damn heart out being the elite in this company. I know by far im not the best but I been in some crazy battles big time 7 cage events. I been in anything and everything dealing with this company and have nothing to show for it.

Im not here on a rant or rave, Myself, Jewel, and Powerhouse are put in a 6 person tag team match. Where I believe the last match we had myself and Powerhouse lost and should of won the SWAT Tag Team Championships and now there is nothing in the way of Jewel getting her title, Myself and Powerhouse winning the Tag Titles and me Hells Bouncer winning the coveted heavyweight championship. Why cause I am the world's greatest.

So come up at Gold Standard where is Royal Family's Gold. We get a match against nobody except. Brian Acres, Sabrina Sinstone, Jamie Johnson.

So my thoughts are who in the hell are these three, well I know Brian Acres but the other two, i have and really don't care of knowing but that is ok, I know Powerhouse and Jewel have no problem and with Powerhouse being his second match in company a six person match helps because he is in tag team form but I can not wait to see what happens when they put my brother in singles status. Superkick Party is what will happen as in this six person tag match it will be a Superkick Party to make Gold Standard where it needs to be.

( Minutes later HB outside the apartment complex sitting outside on a bench in 55 degree weather. )

See as you may know and understand around this time of year its cold here in Ohio and for me I sit here and enjoy the windy cool fall weather and enjoy every part of this. I guess its better here because WWE headed to Saudi Arabia yeah they may have some heat when they go there. SWAT though much better than WWE.

So come within couple days from now and I know my partners will agree with me, We will dominate this match and move on to see what the next show is all about and time to take championships and Royal Family to own all the gold in this company. Which we should of had this event is why its called Gold Standard. What we touch becomes Gold in Royalty. See you at the event.

[jewel]

In the great state of New York, I prepare for a six person match and finally get in a match with the two men who made this company possible for me and Jasmine, as Jasmine still in the smaller leagues training to comeback from the setback of the Anzac Tourney. But for now I am ready to show that I can hang in tag teams with my two favorite guys my mentor Hells Bouncer and Powerhouse his brother.

Jewel- So we have Brian Acres, Sabrina Sinstone, and Jamie Johnson. now I have three people to beat up in the ring coming up and no needing to worry about anything because by the side of Powerhouse and HB, I won't fail and will put an end to the likes of these three. As we warm up in this six person match because its just going to warm us up for the future of us coming back due to the lead of Hells Bouncer. if Paul Soutter is the reason and trying to screw with our contracts or Pesci even. he best be aware that Destruction is just time away and Pesci and Soutter is going to realize they don't screw with us three and anyone who comes to the Royal Family.

We are like a CM Punk Version Two. We are the voice of the voiceless and those who can't get no where in the company and guys that Soutter and Pesci and KGB like to walk all over. So we won't play. We do what it takes and make a statement to prove why this is the best group here in the company. See you got the following that I know of right now.

Jewel- KGB the worse group and screw jobbers in my mind. Paul Soutter should be thanking HB for wanting him as a partner back in Anzac Tourney, it was Soutter who made sure HB lost so he could use it as a tool to blame game everyone but himself.

Jewel- Team Fairtex.. Sad to see that one of the guys going for the World title and by some chance they win the gold I know HB will be chomping at the bit for sure. And Royal Family should be having Tag Team Gold right now but of course Fairtex is a favorite until us three start shutting people down.

Jewel- In Final Brian Acres, you have had some time in this company and its time for you and your crew to pack up and leave because Royal Family will set you and Sinstone and Johnson in a blaze of hell. Sabrina I do not know you but you will get to meet me in the ring and see what I am about as well as Jamie I hope your ready for the beatdown of your life.

We will see you at Gold Standard in the ring

[powerhouse1]

( Here in PA heading to the site of the Gold Standard as I have my new Superkick Express T Shirt Black and Gold. Black slacks and here at the Chocolate factory of Hershey PA, before I leave to head to Gold Standard. And walking around all the area of the factory of chocolate made stuff. Learning the history of the company and the factory and how its made. )

Powerhouse- ( stops for the SWAT cameras following him. ) Oh hey guys I was just doing some fun research and watching here at Hershey PA, how the chocolate factory is made and done. But I am coming in my new T Shirt hope the fans will buy and come join the Superkick Express and next stop in New York where the fans and SWAT will see the man who made the Superkick Famous near 15 years ago when i started in wrestling. Me I made it famous and come the Gold Standard, Brian Acres, and or Sabrina Sinstone or even Marie Johnson someone or all of them will feel the Superkick that will knock heads off and put people down for the count still to this day and it being my second match in the company, we going to show why and we I mean myself, Hells Bouncer and Jewel will do what it takes to show we deserve Gold.

You see us three has a path here in SWAT we are going to take Jewel is going to take out Suzi or whoever the hell is the woman's champion or whatever they desire to call it. but as for me I am in to become Tag Team Champion and of course Hells Bouncer looking to gain control back of the SWAT World Champion, and nothing no one can do to stop it. unless you want to be part of the end of my foot to your jaw as my Superkicks from here on out get worse by each event.

Why is it anytime Hells Bouncer wants his desired match everyone is afraid to give to him. Oh that right because when he was World Champion no one could stop him, until an injury put him against the wall to Radu taking his belt. Radu is scared of HB and so are the oppoents in the Fatal Four Way match as well because HB can beat any member in that upcoming World Championship match. But it is fine we will take our time and eliminate one by one until the World Champion is left for Royal Family to feast on and punish and then we bring the belt home.

But for now I think a feasting of Brian Acres will suit me fine, and for Jewel and HB they can have Sabrina and Marie Johnson. So it all works well for us, and you know I like to get back at my studying the culture of the Chocolate Factory so we will all see you upcoming at Gold Standard.

( Just then the cameraman interrupts Powerhouse )

Cameraman- Powerhouse Really is that all you want Tag Team Gold?

Powerhouse- That is why I came here my friend.

Cameraman- SO you want Hells Bouncer to be the face of the company and Powerhouse can't be as you should make a comeback kid story and become World Champion one more run and time. I know the fans would agree.

Powerhouse- If the time came and I am put in World Championship best believe i will do everything to win the championship but I do not think I am primed and ready for a World Title run yet but thank you for your thought and I will see you all at Gold Standard and after our match cameraman I will tell you where I stand in titles.

( has cameras shut off as he goes through rest of chocolate factory. )

[SWAT Team]

BUY BUY BUY


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[Gary the water bottle guy pokes his head on screen, watching, always watching.]


BUY BUY BUY


[The masked face turns and stares at Gary. Gary stares back.]


BUY BUY BUY


[The Russian Assassin II holds up a bloody stretcher with a picture of Sir Winsalot taped to it.]


[8 easy installments of 129.99 flashes on the screen.]


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[The old school mask reveals no emotion, the eyes behind the mask just stare at the camera that gets close, uncomfortably close, it makes you feel like you are a Golden Corral Buffet and Soutter just walked in the door.]



BUY BUY BUY



[The Russian Assassin II holds up a baby picture of what we can only assume is his father Russian Assassin II and a baby Russian Assassin II both wearing the same masks. There’s two signatures that are completely identical only one reads Russian Assassin II Jr.



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[The Choir is really getting into it now, one of them falls on the ground overcome with the selling spirit, the Russian Assassin II bends down and picks her up, she’s still convulsing.]



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[Genuine Seizure Having Choir Member--- Oh wait, no, dear lord, no.]



[The Russian Assassin II stares off camera.]



[Please, no, we can’t.]



BUY BUY BUY









[Stare]


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[The Russian Assassin II hands the still seizing choir member to the front row of the choir who start to body surf her up the group as they keep singing and dancing.]





Russian Assassin II: Do… ze thing.





[Authentic Seizing Choir Member $2,999.99]





[The Russian Assassin II walks back on camera, the back of his suit has a beautifully stitched likeness of his mask on the back with RUSSIAN ASSASSIN II circling the mask.]



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[The Overcome Choir Member is dumped off screen unceremoniously.]





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Russian Assassin II: Bolt… I… vill… break you.





[Fade.]

[Jonnie Valentine]

[Jonnie is backstage at the Oyster Festival in Milford, Connecticut. Currently on stage, Lou Bega is rocking the crowd with "Mambo Number 5." Jonnie is futzing with his stage wear in the mirror]


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Alright, I got the CDs on the merch table, after you're done with your little song thingy, you gotta jump off stage and run right to the table. We're doing pics and signings until 8:00. They we gotta pack up and do the casino show at the Mohegan Sun.


"The Human Dropkick Machine" Jonnie Valentine: Meh.


Ronnie the Merch Guy:  What's wrong, kid?


Jonnie Valentine: (looking at his legs and arms in the mirror) You think it's too many bandannas?


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Kid, what did I say?  



Jonnie Valentine: (low energy) "You can never have enough bandannas."  


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Kid, you're scaring me. Yous gotta go out dare an entertain da (peeks out the curtain) dozens a people out there. Now where's that look ya get before walking into a barbed wire match?


[Jonnie curls his lip a little]


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Yeesh, this is no good, kid.     


Jonnie Valentine: Well, it's not a wrestling match. It's music. I'm a little out of my element here. 


(A roadie walks up with Jonnie's electric guitar)


Roadie: All tuned up for ya.  


Jonnie Valentine: What's this?


Roadie: It's...it's a guitar?


[Jonnie shrugs and looks to Ronnie for assistance] 


Ronnie the Merch Guy: You tink he doesn't know what a guitar is? Get outta here, ya messin up his feng shui.


[Lou Bega walks through the curtain]


Lou Bega: Phew, that crowd is hot! Some of em were nodding their heads. A couple of them to the beat. All warmed up for ya, man!


Ronnie the Merch Guy: You hear dat, kid? It don't get no hotter than that at da Oyster Festival. You gotta get out dare! 


[Jonnie is frozen with stage fright]


Ronnie the Merch Guy: (starts pushing Lou Bega back out through the curtain) Lou, get back out dare and do some more names! 


Lou Bega:  But I don't have any more names! You don't think I want more names?!?


Ronnie the Merch Guy: We got a situation here akin to Jeremy Renner at the Wine & Brews Festival in Ventura. 


[Lou Bega looks at Jonnie]


Lou Bega: That bad, huh? Ok.


[Lou nods to the sound guy and "Mambo #5" starts back up. Lou walks back out there to a surprised reaction from the audience]


Lou Bega: "I need a little bit of Shiela in my life, a little bit of Nancy by my side...' 


[Backstage]


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Kid, I don't know how long Louie can hold dem. 


Jonnie Valentine: I gotta alot going on right now, Ron. I got a steel cage match with a bunch of seven foot giants. Soutter is hoping they kill me before I can get to him. 


Ronnie the Merch Guy: To be fair, you're doing the same thing with salt to him.  


Jonnie Valentine: (pacing) Locked in a cage with those behemoths, they could tear me limb from limb. Injuring me would do more for them then any pin they could get in the match, and Soutter knows it. 


Lou Bega: (looking backstage worriedly) "A little bit of Shannon is all I need, a little bit of Dolores is all I see..."  


[Backstage]


Jonnie Valentine:: I got nothing against those guys, other than Frostbite being annoyingly photogenic. So how am I going to summon the anger I need to beat him and those two giants in a cage?


Ronnie the Merch Guy: (nervously looking out at the struggling Lou) Look, I don't know nuttin bout no wrasslin cages. But I know if you don't get out there right now and play that song you wrote in ten minutes, we don't get our money. Alot of people came out here to see you play while dey eat dare oysters. 


Jonnie Valentine:: (lights up) You're right, Ron! It doesn't matter that I have no personal problem with them. The people...THE PEOPLE! Want to see it. And what the people want, the people get! Ronnie?


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Yeah?  


Jonnie Valentine:: Hit my backing vocals. 


Ronnie the Merch Guy: You got it, kid. 


[Jonnie walks out and "strums" on his electric guitar that isn't plugged in. The fans cheer and rush the stage]
Jonnie Valentine::  Thanks Lou Bega. I've got it from here.     


Lou Bega: (puts his hand on Jonnie's shoulder) You always did. 


Jonnie Valentine:: Thanks, man. See you on the bus. 


[To the crowd]


Jonnie Valentine:: Alright, Milford, Connecticut!! 


[Audience cheers the sound of their town being mentioned] 

Jonnie Valentine:: The people of West New Haven warned me that you guys weren't loud enough. Is that true?


[Crowd reacts with horror and screams "NOOO!!!"]


Jonnie Valentine:: I can't hear you?


[Audience repeats "NOOO!!!" louder] 


One Guy In The Back: "Let's kill everyone in West New Haven for their lies! The angels will weep at the sight of our wrath! I can take four in my car! Who's with me?


Jonnie Valentine:: Ok, well...who's ready to rock?


[The Milford Oyster Festival gives a rousing round of cheers and Jonnie launches into "My Heart Beats With People"]


My heart...it beats with America

It beats...from every hand shake I get

It pumps...it pumps with bow ties

it pumps...with the best craftsmanship you can bet





Ooooh, it bleeds...bleeds for every one in the crowd

My heart bleeds...more than basic cable is allowed



(chorus)

Because, my heart! My heart beats with people!

Oh yeah that's right!

The crowd is my church! And the ring is my steeple!



Because, my heart! My heart beats with people!

Oh yeah that's right! The crowd is my church! And the ring is my steeple!




Ohhh, my heart...it beats with justice

It beats with wrong and right

It pumps...for everyone

Who came to see me fight

My heart bleeds...it bleeds for each and every one of you

Oh yeah, it bleeds...because you're the reason I do this job!



(chorus)



Because, my heart! My heart beats with people!

Oh yeah that's right!

The crowd is my church!

And the ring is my steeple!



Because, my heart! My heart beats with people!

Oh yeah that's right!

The crowd is my church!

And the ring is my steeple!



Because, my heart! My heart beats with people!

Oh yeah that's right!

The crowd is my church!

And the ring is my steeple!



Because, my heart! My heart beats with people!

Oh yeah that's right!

The crowd is my church!

And the ring is my steeple!



My veins are filled with people!!!



[Jonnie hits the last chord and drops to his knees. The Oyster Festival cheers and Ronnie steps out and taps on the microphone]

Ronnie the Merch Guy: Jonnie will be available for photos and autographs at the table you can see to your immediate right. Thank you. 

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Coming up next folks, we have the Royal Family up against Brian Acres, Sabrina Sinstone & Jamie Johnson.

Andrew Fulton : Who is representing the Royal Family? William? Charles the father? The ranga Harry and his Suits wife?

Jeremy Tucker : None of them Fulton, Henry Brown, Powerhouse and Jewel.

Andrew Fulton : Ohhhhh, that Royal Family. Since when were they Royals?

Jeremy Tucker : Really, i don’t know, they said they were, they disappeared, they are back from hell i guess, and now, Royalty.

Andrew Fulton : Like Bobby Earl of Eaton Royalty?

Jeremy Tucker : Not on that level i don’t think. Bobby Eaton could WORK!

Andrew Fulton : Touchee’

Jeremy Tucker : Referee Joe Davola Calls for the bell and we are under way, The Royal Family start off strong, Powerhouse delivering a hellacious clothesline to Acres.

Andrew Fulton : HB catches a charging at him Johnson and spinebusters him!

Jeremy Tucker : Jewel charges at Sabrina and Lou Thesz presses her and then ground and pounds her.

Andrew Fulton : Royal Family starting this off with a flurry!

Jeremy Tucker : They sure are. Suplex by HB to Johnson.

Andrew Fulton : Powerhouse chokeslams Acres.

Jeremy Tucker : Jewel with a black hole slam on Sabrina.

Andrew Fulton : What i want to know Jerry, is if the Royal Family are now claiming to be the voice of the voiceless, since that whacko Morgan ran to the hills, isn’t these poor saps they are pummelling the voiceless?

Jeremy Tucker : I dunno know about that, i think they just want to get in the ring and hurt whoever they are set to fight, that’s their jobs right?

Andrew Fulton : It may well be, but then, what’s with the Voiceless shit?

Jeremy Tucker : Who cares really Fulton? HB headbutts Johnson.

Andrew Fulton : Powerhouse lifts Acres over his head with a gorilla press and then hurls him into the crowd.

Jeremy Tucker : Jewel grabs Sabrina and hits a tornado DDT! She rolls from it into a snap suplex and then Hoists Sabrina up in the air for a brain buster, cover by Jewel .... 1 .............. 2 .............3!!!!!! Royal Family WIN!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : HB and Powerhouse hoist Jewel up on their shoulders. Big win for the Family!

Jeremy Tucker : Good to see them back in action, hope they kick on!

[frostbite]

As we head backstage we see several hands running around or is that running away from something. We see a short black haired lady wearing a pink top which is supporting breast cancer awareness, she has on black slacks and brown flat top shoes, however the young lady is running at top speed, with a clipboard in her hand. She however appears to get stuck for some reason and falls to the floor with the clipboard going flying out of her hands and across the backstage area as she hits the floor face first. She rolls to her side, as she grabs her right knee as if she might have pulled something or maybe tweak her knee as we can tell my the pain etched on her face. We see other hands running right past her, not having a care in the world for her as they are running for their own lives.

Jeremy Tucker: What in the hell is going on back there?

Suddenly a loud noise is heard somewhere backstage...

BANG
BANG

Andrew Fulton:Did you hear that? It sounded like a gunshot.

Our camera crew in fear of their lives move past the people racing by them, as they are trying to investigate where that noise is coming from. As they continue to move throughout backstage.

BANG
BANG

The noise is getting louder as our camera crew is getting closer to the source, but the cameraman is a little bit shaking as they are having a hard time controlling the camera as they approach the noise.

BANG
BANG

The camera crew comes toward a locker room, it appears to be where the source of the noise is coming from, as they slowly opening the Locker room door.

Jeremy Tucker: I do not know if I would want to do that..

Andrew Fulton: I just remember I believe i left my windows down, and I believe they are calling for rain later on.

Jeremy Tucker: Sit down and stop acting like a coward, maybe your best friend the KGB can investigate this matter.

As the camera crew move into the locker room, we see roughly three lockers that have been dented and another off the hinges and onto the floor. We see a large gentleman leaning up against a few ,lockers or what reminds of some lockers, he is wearing a brown tank top with gray sweats and brown boots.

BANG
BANG

The large man is not even flinching at this loud sound, but our camera crew is getting scared as the camera begins to shake. Our crew peer around the large gentleman, we see another huge gentleman throwing a huge left hand that puts a dent in the locker right in front of him. This gentleman has short black and is wearing a black tank top with black jeans and black steel toe boots. It is Lucifer throwing those shots to the locker and his partner Doomsday leaning up against them.

Doomsday... That is enough. We just sign contracts here and you are going to take a huge chunk of our paychecks because you are destroying property. I do not to give Pesci or Soutter anymore reason to hate us. I am not their biggest fan, but we can use the money, you know what I mean.

Lucifer.. Okay, I hear you, but I want to kick some ass.

Doomsday.. I know you want to fight, I get that but you need to save that energy for the ring. We appear to have a tall task at hand.

Lucifer....Where is Frostbite?

Doomsday.. He is off doing some yoga or whatever you want to call it. It gets him prepare for the match.

Lucifer.. You think it is safe for him when you consider the KGB, is looking for him.

Doomsday.. He is fine besides KGB is not going to do anything. Besides, Paul is figuring that our match with Valentine, Syberus, and Evans the six of us to take each other out. Then KGB can run this place right into the ground.

Lucifer.. I am not saying that you do not have a point. You are right, we have been in this business long enough to know what people are thinking and how crooked that really are?

Doomsday.. And to be honest, we have no beef with those three. I mean at one time Johnnie Valentine had one of the best companies in this business, but after making his money he decided to leave and I am sure it took a long vacation and I am sure it was well deserved. I wish we would have taken our talents to hardkore world, but that did not happen. However, Johnnie has comeback to this sport and he feels that itch again.

Lucifer.. Look I hear you the man was a good businessman, but can he get in the ring and fight, that is the real question? Yes I know we has a few matches under his belt since his return, and has done okay for himself, but let's see what he can bring to the table against the three of us.

Doomsday.. Syberus, he was Johnnie main attraction in his company. I know the man made plenty of money working for Johnnie, I guess you could say they were in bed together for years.

Lucifer.. I hope you are not saying what I think you are saying?

Doomsday.. Nope, I am saying they made good business partners that is all. Get your mind out of the gutter.

Lucifer.. Hey, I just wanted to get some clarfictation that is all.

Doomsday.. I know Syberus is somewhat of a legend in this sport and I get all of that. Just like Johnnie that have that itch that needs to be scratch. They need that rush, they miss it. I get that, but they need to careful what they ask for. Paul has put them in a bad spot and there is no way out of it. Sure I do not have any hard feelings toward Syberus at all, but we have a mission and we must do whatever it takes.

Lucifer.. Since Frostbite got Paul to agree to, if we win this match we get a future shot at the tag team titles. That is the bigger picture.

Doomsday,. My friend you have hit the nail on the head. It has entirely too long that we have not had the chance to hold any type of gold around our waist, this is the opportunity that awaits us, we must and will go through them and we will. I feel it is the time that the wrestling world gets a chance to see what Satan Disciples are all about.

Lucifer.. What about Kilroy?

Doomsday.. Ah yes, Kiroy is a tough one. He too made plenty of money working for Johnnie. Yes I have heard the stories of the battles he had with many in hardkore world. I get it to this day they still are talking about it. Kilroy is like us.

Lucifer.. How so?

Dommsday.. He is a tough guy that knows how to take a beating and dish it out.

Lucifer.. Sounds about right, but he too has been on the shelf for quite sometime. I know he did have a match against Soutter and I believe he won. But then again who has not beaten Paul right?

Doomsday.. The seven footer has got jokes. The next thing you are going to tell me those three are in bed together.

Lucifer.. Look who has jokes? Listen, I am simply aware of who they are, and I am sure they know nothing about us. Tonight, we introduce ourselves ad the baddest mother fuckers on this planet. Hey, I am ready for a war. Nobody stands in our way of getting a chance to win some gold.

Doomsday.. Everybody around here as a name for their stable or group.. Maybe we need one?

Lucifer.. Hey right? What are we going to call ourselves.. Some guy said he was the whole fucking show.. What are we the whole fucking crew.

Doomsday.. Fucking crew.. I actually like that. We better get that copyright.

Lucifer.. Tee shirts the whole thing right?

Doomsday.. Big man, we have a task ahead of us and hope those three do not really believe this will be a walk in the park. I know my ass is ready for a fight.

Lucifer fires off another left hook that knocks yet another locker off its hinges as it drops to the ground.

Doomsday.. Damn, stop that.

Lucifer.. You know I am ready for a fight.

Doomsday.. Frostbite is ready for one. Well, I guess there is only one thing left to do. Go find Frostbite, and get this fucking show on the road.

Lucifer.. Fucking crew is about to kick some fucking ass.

Doomsday.. Start to grow on me, that name.

Lucifer.. Well, find Frostbite, and let's go to war.

Doomsday and Lucifer exit the locker room..

Jeremy Tucker.. I think those two are ready for a fight.

Andrew Fulton.. Lucifer is one powerful dude. It should be a great match, but I hope these six men destroy each other because if they do then the KGB will rule.

Jeremy Tucker.. I am sure that is what Paul is hoping will happen. I am sure these six men will give it everything they have. Should be a match for the ages.

[Jonnie Valentine]

"The Human Dropkick Machine" Jonnie Valentine is in the Electric Lady recording studio in Greenwich Village, the launching pad of Jimi Hendrix, Led Zepplin, and Jonnie Valentine's Christmas album "ChristmasKore!" Jonnie and his backup singers Joni and The Jonniettes are in the recording booth while legendary UK record producer Jet Jaguar and his engineer mix in the sound suite. Ronnie the Merch Guy and Kilroy Evans observe behind them. 110% Syberus reads the New York Times, while the Russian Assassin II folds his arms against the back wall]


Jet Jaguar: Ok, we're gonna take another pass at the second verse. Let's keep the energy up but maybe slow the tempo down some? Jonniettes I'm gonna need you to hit the harmony right out of the break. OK? Jonnie, you OK, love?


[Jonnie speaks into the mic]


"The Human Dropkick Machine"Jonnie Valentine: I don't want to do this anymore. 


Jet Jaguar: Outstanding! One more time. 


[Jet cues the engineer to run the Christmas track. It's Jonnie's original soundtrack "My Heart Beats With People" but with jingle bells in the background]


Jonnie Valentine: (singing) My heart...it beats with the season
It beats...and you know just the reason! 

It pumps...it pumps with gingerbread
It pumps...with every Merry Christmas said


[Ronnie the Merch Guy is dancing behind the producer and engineer, pointing at Jonnie and mouthing the lyrics. Russian Assassin II nods his head to the beat]


Jonnie Valentine: (singing) Ooooh, it bleeds...it bleeds pure egg nog
My heart bleeds...for reindeer antlers on a dog


[Joni and The Jonniettes powerfully join in on the chorus]

Oh yeah that's right! 
Because, my heart!
My heart beats with Christmas! 
And the people are the only thing on my list...

Jonnie Valentine: (waving off the take) Cut! Cut! 


Jet Jaguar: (pressing the talk button on the RTS) What's the matter baby, I thought that was brilliant? 


Jonnie Valentine: Can I talk to 110% Syberus?


Jet Jaguar: Syberus?


110% Syberus: Hmm? 


Jet Jaguar: Jonnie needs you for just a moment. 


[Syberus sighs and folds his newspaper, then heads into the recording booth. Kilroy Evans decides to use the pause to refill his plate from the catered spread]


Kilroy Evans: Again, it seems kind of weird that there's no Christmas cookies. 


Jet Jaguar: I know love, they are very hard to get on short notice in October. 


[In the recording booth]


110% Syberus: What can I help you with? Maybe something that rhymes with mistletoe?


Jonnie Valentine: (sighs) Take five, girls.


[The Jonniettes leave the recording booth. One of the Jonniettes gives 110% Syberus a flirtatious look, but he grimaces at her with disdain]


Jonnie Valentine: Sorry, I just can't get in the Christmas spirit with this match we have.


[110% Syberus goes back to reading his newspaper]


Jonnie Valentine: The Hammerstien Ballroom, I've always wanted to wrestle there. We're talking the building where Doink and Marty Jannetty wrestled that match of the ages. And yet Soutter put us in a cage with Frostbite and those two pituitary mishaps Doomsday and Lucifer? 


110% Syberus: (barely listening) Quite daunting, I suppose. 


[Kilroy Evans enters the recording booth, two fisting pulled pork sliders]


Kilroy Evans: (chewing) Are we discussing the obvious here? That there needs to be a part where Santa flies in and whisks Jonnie away? That they soar through the heavens, cascading Christmas cheer and goodwill towards all man throughout the World? 


110% Syberus: (doesn't look up from his paper) I'm afraid not. 


Jonnie Valentine: Yeah no, it's the cage match with the giants. 


[Tuxedo Mask enters the room talking to his phone. Marty Donovan is fitting into the shot best he can]


Tuxedo Mask: (holding his phone out while he records himself and Marty) Ok, we've got a very special treat, guys. A little BTS, or a peek behind the music, if you will. We are here at the ChristmasKore recording sessions, which is an exclusive for TuxBang subscribers. 


Marty Donovan: (to Tux's phone) And don't forget that Disney+ drops on November 12th, featuring Captain Marvel, Frozen, and Three Men and a Baby.


[The Russian Assassin II appears behind them. Tuxedo Mask and Marty Donovan freeze in fear]


The Russian Assassin II: (thick Russian accent) When mother of Ted Danson visits her promiscuous son, she is surprised to find out he has baby. 


[The Society of the New Breed is transfixed as The Russian Assassin II speaks for the first time to them]


The Russian Assassin II: She lifts his infant daughter up, delirious with joy, and declares "Look at the way she is looking at me." Just then, if you freeze the picture. You will see ghost. A phantom. A boy that had fallen out of window in apartment in which they shoot movie. He...haunts the Three Men. And...their baby. 


Jonnie Valentine: (back to 110% Syberus) I mean, have you seen them? They use lockers as punching bags. 


110% Syberus: I saw, they're seven foot gay joke machines. If they figure out what to call themselves they could be unstoppable. 


Jonnie Valentine: Isn't that yesterday's paper? 


110% Syberus: I'm from England, all your newspapers are yesterday's papers. 


[Jet Jaguar's voice can be heard over the loudspeaker in the recording booth]


Jet Jaguar: Guys I think I know what was missing! 


[Cut to The Society of the New Breed and The Jonniettes all pressed against one microphones, all with one ear covered by headphones singing "My Heart Beats With Christmas"] 


The Society of the New Breed And The Jonniettes: (singing) Because our heart beats with Christmas
And the people are the only thing on our list! 


[Santa Claus comes into the studio and grabs everyone around their shoulders as the whole group, sways from side to side. Kilroy and Santa sing cheek to cheek into the microphone. 110% Syberus' perfect pitch alto voice ends the song on a high note]

Merry Christmas from The Society of the New Breed!

[SWAT Team]

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

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

Soutter : Welcome to SUITS SUITE!!!

Hardkore Helloween is next week, and things are really heating up here at SWAT baby!

Last week on Suits Suite, we had 110% Syberus, and he got a 110% beating at the hands of COBRYN.

I must say, that has been my favourite Suite to date. Man, he let him have it, and i am sure Freya will be no different tonight. What didn’t sit so well with me, was later on, in my match with Kilroy Evans. Kilroy, no excuses man, you beat me, fair and square, well done.

Like you know Evans, you win some, you lose some. I can take a L. As can you. We will meet again, and i will turn the tables on last week, rest assured of that. I hope its at Helloween, that Cup is coming home to the KGB, home to the Big Bad Bustling Bandit, and i like it like that.

But that was then, and this is NOW. So, please, give a warm welcome everyone, to the KGB’s own, TIMELESS ALEX TURNER and ROXYLISHUS!!!

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

Roxylishus grabs the mic and passes it to Timeless.]

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

Crowd : I’M, SEXY AND I KNOW IT!

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

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

Soutter : Timeless. Roxylishus. Welcome to the Suite.

Timeless : Its an absolute honour to be here.

Roxylishus : A privilege.

Soutter : The honour and privilege is all mine. So, tonight, you have a huge match with Radu, Suzi and Don Canelli Timeless, for the WORLD TITLE!

Timeless : That i do, and i must say, it’s about damn time. Radu has been threw everyone here in SWAT, but NOT ME!

Roxylishus : See that Technical Championship on Timelesses shoulder, it looks mighty fine on that god like bod of my man, but the World Title, its going to sparkle on him. It was made for him.

Soutter : As we saw earlier at the start of the show, Radu is now done for, Joe said he isn’t leaving as champion tonight, and we made damn sure of that.

Timeless : (patting Suit on the shoulder) Thanks for the helping hand.

Roxylishus : Even without the assist, Timeless would have had him, he is the greatest wrestler to ever set foot in a SWAT ring. Time after time after time, he makes the others look 2nd rate.

Soutter : SWAT has some of the greatest stars in the world today, or yesterday, but i must agree, he stands head and shoulders above them all. Tell me, how is life in the KGB Timeless?

Timeless : I couldn’t be happier. We always saw eye to eye, but when that doosh bag tag partner of mine Joey Morelli high tailed it to where ever the fuck he ran off too, the Timing was perfect for Timeless to officially become a Bandit.

Roxylishus : Witness Protection i heard is where he disappeared too.

Soutter : I hope they have a good mental ward there, he was a serious whacko. (Suit shudders at the memories of dealing with him).

Timeless : But yeah, life in the KGB, it couldn’t be better, that swerve on Goth with his boys Team Fairtex joining us was the swerve of the year, and now i proudly wear this belt as my own.

[Timeless taps the belt fondly]

Roxylishus : I still want that mixed tag match with Goth and Vampira.

Soutter : It’s on the cards i heard. What’s the deal with them and you guys anyway?

Timeless : Well, Goth got his panties in a bunch when Roxylishus and I replaced him and his wench on the cover of SWAT Magazine. He went batshit crazy and has been targeting us ever since.

Roxylishus : And where did that get him? Minus one Gold belt is where.

Soutter : Gold seems to be the theme of the hour. How about the other combatants in the World Title match tonight? Thoughts on the Amazons and Pan Am Champ guys?

Timeless : Joanne Canelli is a fellow Bandit and her run as Amazons Champion has been remarkable. She would make an outstanding World Champion, if not for the little fact that i am in the match also and so, luckily for her once i am victorious, she can be comforted in still holding that Amazons Title and representing the Bandits as only she can.

Roxylishus : As for Spitz. What a trollop. I mean, people today don’t want to see no fluzzies in the ring, parading their bodies around and flaunting them at every opportunity. (she unconsciously thrusts her huge breasts out without even realizing she is doing it, the crowd jeering at the hypocrisy of her comments.)

Soutter : (nodding along, his eyes momentarily hypnotised on her cleavage) Couldn’t agree more.

Timeless : I am SIR WINSALOT.

We are the KGB.

We like to Root and we make all the Loot!

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

We break your heart and tear you apart!

We make Stacks and break backs!

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

I am the Ultimate Male Supreme!

Every breathing Woman’s Wet Dream!

A God Damn Wrestling Machine!

[Unfadable]

[BlazeFNfreya]

“I’m not going to stand here pretending to be pleased with my losing efforts recently.”

-Our scene opens outside the Hammerstein Ballroom in New York City where we find none other than Blaze Freya, dressed and ready for ACTION as she leans against a garage door, swiping her hair out of her face-

“I’ve been losing a lot n’ honestly I don’t care to talk about it but it’s to the point I have to before someone else does.”

-She shakes her head, too ashamed to even look at the camera-

“I was moving up the card, on my way to becoming a big name in this company. I won The Pan Am Championship quickly n’ I believed that was my ticket to the top until I lost my title in a game…

A

FUCKING

GAME

OF

MUSICAL

CHAIRS!

I wasn’t pinned, I didn’t tap out. No, a new Pan Am Champion was crowned by simply sitting down. It was at this moment I realized that division was a complete joke n’ I began plotting on different superstars, planning to make the best of a shitty situation by rising ABOVE The Pan Am Division but we all know that isn’t what happened.”

-Blaze sighs, truly embarrassed to be in the position she is now. However, she got herself here and she is fully aware she’ll have to fight to get herself out-

“Now, it appears as if I’m nothing more than the ‘WELCOME BACK’ mat for superstars like Cobryn who felt that spark come back after being gone for some time. I don’t know how long, I don’t care how long. All I know is that I have to give this man the coldest welcome back of all-time if I want things to change for me anytime soon. And trust me, I definitely do.”

-Her jaw tightens and her fists clench up, the shame, the embarrassment, it all turns into anger and determination as she finally looks up at our camera. Her icy blue eyes filled with enough fire to engulf her opponent in flames by just glaring at him-

“Cobryn, I don’t know you n’ I won’t pretend to know you. To them, you might be the big bad guy or the fan favourite. It doesn’t matter to me, Cobryn. Because, to me… All you are is the only thing standing in my way to ending this humiliating losing streak I’ve been on.”

-She winces in pain at the thought of it, then tilts her head to the side slowly approaching closer-

“You’re the locked door to the only room I want to get into, the guard standing armed at the gates of my Kingdom Come. I’ve been held down by these losses, Cobryn. I’ve been going insane from having absolutely nobody to blame but myself!”

-The Blackpool Bombshell chuckles bitterly, looking down at the ground for a moment whilst releasing a painful groan-

“You didn’t lose those matches for me. The fans didn’t lose those matches for me… -Points to her chest- I lost those matches. I thought I was too good to lose, too untouchable after having some success early on. I learned my lesson, though. Therefore, going into this match I have no more lessons to be taught! I refuse to be the one learning anymore! I will be the teacher, showing ALL OF YOU how to make one HELL of a comeback when I lay you on your ass in front of the thousands in attendance and the MILLIONS watching at home!”

-She starts to hype herself up, pacing back and forth quickly as she continues addressing her opponent and fans-

“I have lost matches, yes. But I’m no loser until I stop trying. I’m no loser until I prove to myself that even when I try my best, I just can’t win. I convinced myself I was trying my best before but looking back at the videos of my losses n’ even my victories I learned that my best has yet to be seen in SWAT! You’re out of your fuckin’ M I N D if you think The Pan Am Championship is the best I can do! You’re a couple fries, a small coke and a damn cheap toy short of a Happy Meal if you honest to God believe I was at 100% against the bitches who just barely defeated me!”

-Blaze Freya stops in front of us, leans down and tilts her head to the other side to drive her final points home-

“I wasn’t at my best not NEVER in this company… But for you, Cobryn? -Winks and blows a kiss- I’ll make sure I will be. I look forward to spoiling your return. Although, I look forward to what comes next even more. Stay tuned, my lovelies.”

-She waves goodbye to us as we fade to black leaving us to wonder if she will FINALLY get back on track or if she’ll suffer yet ANOTHER big loss at the hands of the one they call ‘Cobryn’. Find out ONLY on Battleground #20: Gold Standard!-

[edwarddubin0604]

(The tron shows both vampira and Psychotic Goth surrounded by green mist that continues o bellow around them.)

vampira: "KGB and New Society of the New Breed Psychotic Goth is out for blood and he's going to get it one way or the other."

Psychotic Goth: "Two groups of in individuals have angered 'The King of the Goths.' You foolishly involved me with your affairs and took advantage of me. Now you shall pay with your existence as my darkness and evil envelope your souls one by one by one. I shall claim them all and I shall send you to the ultimate purgatory. The ultimate hell."

(He screams in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "'Timeless' you were never worthy to even be The Anzac Cup Champion let alone the Hardcore Champion. You dare to soil the title that epitomized those who loved to spill blood. You dare to rob it of it's bloodlust. Yo dare to starve it of the blood sacrifices it demands. Then you dare rename such a proud title as something so generic. You rename it something that's so phony that even you don't like the title."

(He roars in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Now you thnk you can just win matches with just one move all because you proclaim it. That's pure bull shit Sir Loserlot. You think you deserve a shot at Radu Matei because you hold a now worthless title. I don't think so. Then again it's not who's better but who you know. Do not orry Radu will fill your room with bed bugs."

(Psychotic goth laughs maniacally.)

Psychotic Goth: "Now you and your fucking whore Sluttylishus want to face myself and Vampira. Do you dare put your slut in the same ring as either myself and Vampira. Do yu really want to risk those faux breasts of hers from my wives or my own teeth. Maybe you'd like her to perform that sex dance she does to me only to have her make out with a meal man unlike you. Your bitch would find it so appealing. I bet you'd get so jealous that you would turn on her because she wants a real man."

(He laughs louder and more maniacally.)

Psychotic Goth: "Imagine I will have a concubine and you'll have nothing but a phony title. So if you're willing to risk this Sir Loserlot. Then that's what you shall see in your future."

(Psychotic Goth laughs louder and yells in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "However, tonight I face off against Pesci's slave Lynn Brewster. The once proud and great general manager. You probably think that if you defeat me you'll be free again from Pesci's oppression. Yet it shall not Lynn. Imagine the two of us were trying to elevate SWAT in the EOD Tournament. You made an impressive showing only to fall. You fell to this piece of trash named death trap or whoever the opponent is. Yet it is I who shall help bring SWAT into prominence."

(He roars and bellows in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "It is my quest and I shall take out my opposition. I shall go all the way an d make sure EOD lives up to it's name and that's End of Days. Tonight though you shall see 'The Psychotic One' is a complete maniac. I know you have psychotic episodes too and you have all this rage against Hired Killer Kim as I have issues with bot KGB and New Society of the New Breed. That doesn't mean I don't have any intention of overlooking you. I shall still be focusing on you. Believe me Lynn I shall have no mercy on you as you shall have none on me."

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

Psychotic Goth: "'Time's Up' Alex Turner you and Whoreylishus shall see whatnhappens if you dare mess with 'The King of the Goths' and his Queen Vampira. You two poor excuses for a power couple are nothing but crap to me. Radu you better beware of me because not even your locusts and bugs can save you from my rampage. I shall be the one who snaps your neck and ends both your life and the lifespan of your reign as champion and your career. It woun't be Pesci who does it. It's going to be me and as ror you Lynn Brewster. I have great respect but still we are competing in the ring against each other. I know we shall show no mrcy for the other. As for my quest. I shall not stop until I defeat all in my way. Thus I have spoken and thus it shall be law."

(He roars and bellows in an ancient dialect as the green mist completely envelopes and then dissipates as the tron shows an empty screen as the tron blacks out and the scen slowly fades to black.)

[King Syberus]

[The camera opens on 110% Syberus's face looking directly into it. Deadpan. Steely expression of resolve and defiance upon his face.]


110% Syberus: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty One. Twenty Two. Twenty Three. Twenty Four. Twenty Five. Twenty Six. Twenty Seven. Twenty Eight. Twenty Nine. Thirty. Thirty One. Thirty Two. Thirty Three. Thirty Four. Thirty Five. Thirty Six. Thirty Seven. Thirty Eight. Thirty Nine. Forty. Forty One. Forty Two. Forty Three. Forty Four. Forty Five. Forty Six. Forty Seven. Forty Eight. Forty Nine. Fifty. Fifty One. Fifty Two. Fifty Three. Fifty Four. Fifty Five. Fifty Six. Fifty Seven. Fifty Eight. Fifty Nine. Sixty. Sixty One. Sixty Two. Sixty Three. Sixty Four. Sixty Five. Sixty Six. Sixty Seven. Sixty Eight. Sixty Nine. Seventy. Seventy One. Seventy Two. Seventy Three. Seventy Four. Seventy Five. Seventy Six. Seventy Seven. Seventy Eight. Seventy Nine. Eighty. Eighty One. Eighty Two. Eighty Three. Eighty Four. Eighty Five. Eighty Six. Eighty Seven. Eighty Eight. Eighty Nine. Ninety. Ninety One. Ninety Two. Ninety Three. Ninety Four. Ninety Five. Ninety Six. Ninety Seven. Ninety Eight. Ninety Nine. One Hundred. One Hundred and One. One Hundred and Two. One Hundred and Three. One Hundred and Four. One Hundred and Five. One Hundred and Six. One Hundred and Seven. One Hundred and Eight. One Hundred and Nine. One Hundred and Ten.


[110% Syberus leans back.]


110% Syberus: Thus were the percents that 110% Syberus gave against Psychotic Goth. And I won.


Yes. The resurrection has commenced. Radu Matei looks over his shoulder nervously as 110% Syberus throws another pretender aside. The Society of the New Breed gains momentum. And yet.


[We pan back out to see 110% Syberus in a wheelchair with a neckbrace on. He wells up as he brushes the neck brace with a shaking hand.]


110% Syberus: In one moment this was nearly all taken from me.


My life. My livelihood. My legacy.


All because Paul Soutter has forever held me in contempt. Has forever tried to keep me down. And so Paul you got one of your KGB goons to blindside me, someone looking to make a name for them no doubt, after showing me the olive branch of a spot on your segment.


How naïve I was!! I thought we would engage in gentlemanly dialogue, about our parallel paths in the wrestling industry, and about how the Society of the New Breed's Christmas bloopers DVD will be the must-have stocking filler of the year.


Well your faceless, anonymous hired thug may have broken my body. But you will not brake my spirit.


Even by following up such a heinous assault by scheduling a cage match, pitting the Society of the New Breed against some of the most viscous, sadistic giants SWAT has to offer will you not break me!


Or Kilroy!


Or Jonnie Valentine!!


We are the Society of the New Breed!


[He pops some painkillers.]


110% Syberus: And I'm 100% Syberus! What- you thought getting some unrecognisable low life, who could easily blend in with the crowd due to being so unrecognisable, to attack me when my back was turned, when I was defenceless- (he chokes up again) and trusting- would knock me down to normal levels?


You'd like that wouldn't you Soutter??


You'd like to see Syberus clocking the same old 99.9% wouldn't you??


Those days are over Soutter!!


Come... uh... what's this show called? I lose track. Well anyway come this next show, I'll be ready. My body is healing day by day. My powers of recovery are also at 110% those of a normal man. My wounds are fusing together as we speak. Listen. You can hear them.


[Silence, obviously.]


110% Syberus: Hear that Soutter?


THAT'S THE SOUND OF YOUR DOOM!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!


[Kilroy enters the scene to cover the camera.]


Kilroy: Hooookay I think those meds are kicking in again.


110% Syberus: DOOOOOOOOM!!!


Kilroy: Yeahhhh. You'd better go.


[Fade to Syberus's fevered ranting.]

[theheel]

Who the fook is this guy?

[The scene opens up on... Well you know who the fuck He is. I'm not going to waste my time telling you who He is.

Because you already know.

Me? I'm the narrator. And you should be thrilled I'm back.

Because I'm a bad mother fucker. That Guy, the one that's here? Yeah I would go as far to say I'm responsible for a lot of those wins he has.

And fuck there's a lot. Something like 118 or something ridiculous like that? Lots. Lots of belts. Lots of beat downs. Lots of guys that, if they actually think about it, should be both scared to death and also happy as fuck that He is back.

One one hand... They know they are gonna get humiliated, embarrassed, and lose to Him. On the other hand, Don't be surprised to see them dancing to His theme music after they get beat by Him.

Because it's a privilege to get to lose to Him. Just to be in the same ring. Breathe the same air. But let's not waste any more time.

Ladies and the guy He is facing this card...

Him.]

Cobryn: Well, asshole... Are you going to tell them what Cobryn is wearing or what Cobryn is doing?

[Oh yeah. He is wearing a suit.]

Cobryn: What kind?

[Dormeuil Vanquish II. Look it up. Because you can't afford it. It's worth enough that it could get Jonnie out of debt.]

Cobryn: What else?

[Oh yeah. The Hardkore World Championship belt. But He, is an asshole.]

Cobryn: Hey.

[You are.]

Cobryn: No, you are.

[Anyway, the face of the belt has been replaced by a giant gold dollar sign.]

Cobryn: And why is that?

[Fuck if I know.]

Cobryn: For fucks sake why do I pay you?

[You don't.]

Cobryn: Oh yeah.

[Cobryn grins.]

Cobryn: Let Cobryn tell you why.

[Nah don't tell them yet. We have to write two of these things.]

Cobryn: Yeah, that's why Cobryn keeps you around. Let's talk about my opponent. Quick... Narrator... Who is Cobryn's opponent?

[No idea. Some guy named Blaze or something. Hey didn't you beat a Blaze back in the day?]

Cobryn: How the fuck does Cobryn know? Cobryn cannot keep track of everyone Cobryn has beaten. So let's just assume this guy's name is Blaze and that I beat him before and this is some sort of redemption rematch for him.

[Go with it.]

Cobryn:. Blaze. You are an ugly, ugly man. Cobryn has defeated you before, and Cobryn will defeat you again. Because that's how life works.

[That's pretty good. Like... We've done this before or something.]

Cobryn: Just like the last time we faced eachother Blade. Wait... Is it Blaze or Blade?

[Who?]

Cobryn:. Fuck it. Look B person. I don't care that you are bigger than Cobryn. That you are stronger than Cobryn. That your cock is nearly half the size of Cobryns.

[That's a giant cock you're saying he has.]

Cobryn:. It's all he's got. But this is not a dick measuring contest you could easily win against Syberus or Soutter or Tong fucking Fairwhatever the fuck his name is.

It's a wrestling match.

[Cobryn looks serious]

Cobryn:. And in case you didn't know... Cobryn is the greatest to ever step into that ring. And if you don't remember... Don't worry. You'll soon get a crash course in what it is exactly that I do.

[Psst. It's kick ass. That's what he does. I've seen it before. It's pretty good. To most of the people seeing this... There's a good chance it was your ass that he was kicking.]

Cobryn: Enough. Blaze. Blade. b person. Be afraid. Because the one chance you ever had at winning just went away the second Cobryn stepped in the fucking building.

[Son.]

[frostbite]

It is pitch black for several minutes..

Suddenly I guess you could say the lights come on as we are in janitor closet. We can see a large selves surrounded this small 8x10 room. We see cleaning gloves, glass cleaner, bleach, even a red hose, a yellow wet floor sign, a black dust pan and other cleaning chemicals are on these selves. Up against the far gray colored we see a yellow mop bucket which is empty and a mop inside, with a sink right next to it with a brown hose attached to the faucet.

The room goes dark once again for a split second, as we come back into the light as we see someone sitting in the middle of the cold hard floor with their eyes closed, as they are sitting Indian style with their legs folded. They are wearing a blue tank top with long blue tights and blue boots. The dim lights in the closet just barely catches a glimpse of his short blonde hair. This person slowly opens their eyes as you can see the intensity in those baby blues.

Crowd.... YEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

It is none other than the Cold Hearted Bastard, Frostbite.

Frostbite... I know you want to ask.. Why in the hell is Frostbite is in the janitor closet? Well this is the only place that I could find any peace and quiet. I must focus and get the mind and body right for lies ahead later on. I always thought mediation thing was simply crap if you ask me a few years ago, but as times goes on and you get older you must evolve with things. This is some great stuff, it helps me focus more. But I know you are not here to have me babble on about this. Nope you are here to ask me about the big six man match.

Frostbite jumps to his feet.

Frostbite.. My good friends Doomsday and Lucifer really have out work cut out for us. It is good to be back with those seven footers within the walls of any company, but tonight we are facing Johnnie Valentine, 110% Syberus and Kilroy Evans. I must admit quite the tall order to defeat three top stars.

Frostbite drops his head, before slowly picks it back up with a smirk across his red lips.

Frostbite.. Three stars of yesterday..Look, I have no hard feelings toward these three. Soutter puts us in quite the spot. He wants us to beat the piss out of each other for his amusement. He figures with the six of us out of his hair, then his band of dumb asses can take over. I get it, let your competition destroy each other and whatever is left they will clean up the scraps. Me personally, I would tell Johnnie, Syberus, and Kilroy to tell Paul to go fuck himself and let's all go out for some beers and and grab as many women we can handle and have a good time with a night out on the town, but it is not in our DNA, we love to fight, and the people will get a good one.

Frostbite unscrew the hose from the sink as he cuts the water on and reaches in with both of his hands and splashes a little bit of water on his face, and then cuts the water off.

Frostbite.. Johnnie, it has been quite awhile. The last time we had the chance time we each other face to face, when I just signed a contract to compete in hardkore world, but the ink was not even dried on my contract when you decided to walk away from the sport. I get it, you made more than enough money to set yourself up for the rest of your life. Now years later you have that itch to get back in the ring and do it all over again. I understand it, I really do. Hardkore world at one point in time was the place to be. If you wanted to make a name for yourself in this sport you needed to go there. I waited to late to do so. I am not going to stand here and tell you that I would have beaten everybody in hardkore world that you would have thrown at me because we would be guessing, but I guess tonight we will get a small taste if that could have happen. Johnnie while you are enjoying your Christmas cookies, remember is waited for you. Johnnie you said early that you did not care much for me.

Frostbite begins to rub his eyes as if might be crying.

Frostbite.. You hurt my feelings. I thought we could be friends, after all we both want to kick Soutter's ass. Wait, I have already done that. Johnnie, I never cared what people thought about me in this sport. For the first four years in this business, I was the most hated man because I would run over your puppy, if he got me to where I needed to go. I believe people forgotten what that guy was all about. I think i need to remind people of that guy. Johnnie, I am going to reintroduce to that sick bastard. I hope you do get sick off of those cookies.

Frostbite walks over to shelf and grabs the wet floor sign and puts it where he was sitting.

Frostbite.. Ah, Syberus.. I am sorry 110% Syberus. I want to make sure I get the name right. Tell me, is that like Matt Hardy version 2.0. Syberus the last time we met it was in a battle royal as we were the last two men standing as we both honored the late, great Packet. Yes I remember you did get the last laugh and threw me over the top ropes to win. Great job, how many years ago was That? Hell I forgot, too many shots to the head might do that for you, I guess. Syberus I know you made plenty of money and won your share of titles in hardkore world and a few other places as well. You have done a lot, so just might consider one off the very best. I get all of that, however.

Frostbite points to the wet floor sign.

Frostbite..You need to this up as you are walking toward that ring later on this evening. I know after spending years away from this great sport your bones are getting brittle, you might fall and break something as you get closer to that ring. Syberus while you have been away for years and yes you might like your head in every once in awhile. But you have been away for awhile, I have made a name for myself. I am proud of the career that I have put together. 17 World titles and 6 time hall of famer.. I guess not too bad for a guy that you could not put some chromosomes together, or however you put it so nicely. Syberus I look forward to getting into that ring tojightvand showing you that maybe you should have stayed retired or away. I know the great Syberus will have a nice come back for me, but can the great Syberus take an ass kicking because it is coming.

Frostbite walks back over to the mop bucket..

Frostbite.. Kilroy, you i have been in the ring with before and I will admit on that one night you got the better of me. I know you might be saying to yourself. Well, Frostbite I guess the age old question might have just been answered.. Maybe you could not have cut it in hardkore world after all because you could not be Kilroy. One match does not really answer that age old question. Kilroy and I, had a great fight, and I am sure you could add to the chapter. But just like his partners Kilroy I am sure you have been hiding under a rock and maybe you might have forgotten what a fight is really like? We are going to educated you on how much trouble that Paul has gotten you in. I know how touch you are, but I am just as tough. I do not blame on going down without a fucking fight. Hell if you kill my ads in that ring tonight, I will simply die a happy man because you can beat your ass you will be laying right next to me dear as well. Kilroy how much are you willing to give, because rest assure will get everything that I have.

Frostbite closes his eyes before he opens them once again an intense look in his blue eyes.

Frostbite.. Gentlemen, enjoy your Christmas cookies and making your dvd's.. Tonight SWAT will make a DVD about this night. The night where myself, Doomsday and Lucifer defeat The Society of New Breed. Now that will be a dvd worth the price.

Slowly the door opens to the janitor room as it is Doomsday and Lucifer.

Doomsday.. I can not believe you are in here?

Frostbite.. I told you, I am here to get ready.

Lucifer.. Are you ready?

Frostbite.. You know it.

Doomsday.. Well let's kick some ass.

Lucifer.. The fucking crew..

Frostbite.. What is that?

Doomsday.. He thinks it is our new stable name.

Frostbite.. Not bad.

The three hit their fist together as they leave the room.