Battleground #20 : Gold Standard (Show)

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(Team Fairtex has entered the arena waering their KGB hoodies with their gear bags and are walking through a corridor with their wives The Hired Killers when Glamorous Glenda comes up to them.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Team Fairtex what are your thoughts about facing Tuxedo Mask and Marty Donovan."

(Tong just looks at het and Phantsm clears his throat.)

Phantam Fairtex: "You know the New Society of the New Breed has been a thorn in the KGB ever since they reformed or shall we say came out of retirement to pad their retirement accounts after they used the same fucking accountant that Jonnie Valentine used to handle his finances namely Bobby Nowa. Hell it wouldn't be surprising if he comes out of retirement to wrestle in the ring. He'll probably call himself...."

(He imitates Bobby Nowa.)

Phantam Fairtex: "Now introducing 'The Accountant' Bobby Nowa. Wouldn't that be a surprise. I don't think so and why clog up the rankings with these idiots when you have real talent like us, 'Timeless' Alex Turner as well as must we say it Psychotic Goth."

Glamourous Glenda: "Tong are you okay. Are you upset that you lost to Radu Matei."

(Tong pauses and he removes his dark shades the anger in his eyes is even more elevated.)

Tong Fairtex: "Am I upset over what happened in that match. What do you think Glenda. I had that match won. I had that sonofabitch beaten and that title should have been mine. Then I was screwed out of my victory and Radu just couldn't leave it at that. No. That etiology reject just had to rub it in by doing to me what he did to my wife. Radu we're not even through with each other. You can count on that Matei. You can coun t on it. So I plan on taking it out on someone tonight or shall we say we plan on doing something about it."

Glamourous Glenda: "You plan on going after New Society of the New Breed members Marty Donovan and Tuxedo Mask."

Tong Fairtex: "You're right Glenda. We do plan on taking it out on those two fucking assholes. We plan on taking it out on Tennessee Tuxedo and Rain Man..."

Phantam Fairtex: "Whoa. Don't use that name since it was already used already. You see these two already have a true identity and they already hold major titles."

Glamourous Glenda: "What do you mean."

Phantam Fairtex: "What do we mean. We'll be glad to explain."

Tong Fairtex: "Please do."

Phantam Fairtex: "Gladly brother. You see Tuxedo Mask is really The Masked Penguin. You know Penguin 's bastard child who is too ashamed to show his face. Imagine that's why he needs a mask and that's to hide his face from how much of an embarrassment of showing his face."

Tong Fairtex: "that's a fine assessment of Tuxedo Mask. Now about that brain less piece of shit Marty Donovan. You see you autistic moron. You seemed to be so inconsistent in your SWAT appearances. Let's start with some past evidence. You've been in and out of Hardkore World barely being active enough to getting title matches. Yeah you had your share of titles but where were you near the end of Hardkore World. You were nowhere to be found."

Phantam Fairtex: "Absolutely nowhere."

The Hired Killers: "Nowhere to be found."

Tong Fairtex: "Then thewre was SWAT when Jade and I were there. We didn't see your sorry ass competing in a SWAT ring. When SWAT was reborn where were you and your sorry assholes in The New Society of the New Breed. Wait a minute Kilroy was in The Anzac Cup and was beaten badly by CCS whom we kicked their asses for The Anzac Cup 2017."

Phantam Fairtex: "Oh yeah and then he disappeared after a few months. Then Syberus makes a few appearances and then disappears. So did Marty Donovan and he disappeared like he wasn't there."

Tong Fairtex: "Then suddenly that low wattage low IQ savant returns all of a sudden full time decides to play referee and screws us out of a six-man victory which we had won by the way. So now you plan on trying to screw us out of our well earned SWAT World Tag Team Titles so you can brag that you won a non earned victory and plan on strutting around disrespecting these SWAT World Tag Team Titles. You'll embarrass and sol these prestigious SWAT World Tag Team Titles. We' not going to let that happen."

Glamurus Glenda: "Tuxedo Mask and marty Donovan think you're disrespecting the tag titles."

Phantam Fairtex: "You know we had an experience in the old XPW. We held the XPW World Tag Titles and we defended them against everyone and then these to assholes came and defeated us. Guess what? They refused to give us a rematch like the cowards they are until they had to be forced to. Guess what happened. Yeah we kicked their asses to regain them until they decided to rob us again. Well thanks to them defeating us they decided to run again and we never received another shot. Yeah and after that the tag team division went down the drain thanks to them."

Tong Fairtex: "The moral of this story and the gist of it is Moron and Turd is that theywould embarrass these prestigious tag titles. Those two would disgrace them by slinging the tag titles over their shoulders or just hold carryn them around their shoulders like they were handbags or hold them I their hands and drag them over the ground as if those titles are nothing but leather and metal. Well tonight we're going to successfully defend our titles against toutwo and we're going to pin your sorry asses in the center of the ring....One....Two....Three."

Glamourous Glenda: "What did you think of both 'Timeless' Alex Turner's and Soutter's comments earlier in the broadcast."

Tong Fairtex: "What Soutter says goes and whatever 'Timeless' Alex Turner's comments are goes. Soutter's the leader of the KGB and what he says goes. Since there are no exceptions to the rule. Whatever Turner says is what he says. No one better not think that there's any exceptions because there aren't any. No one better think there's any exceptions to the rule. Right now we have to prepare for our title defense and to those two New Society of the New Breed assholes. We're the best there is and always will be and we're going to be proving to be excellent. Let's go."

(They leave.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Well things will heat up and will be interesting. Back to you guys."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

[SWAT Team]

["The Human Dropkick Machine" Jonnie Valentine walks out waving the Russian flag with Vladimir Putin's face on it. The Russian Assassin II walks down to the ring scowling with a chain wrapped around his neck and shoulders]

Jeremy Tucker : As always, Jonnie had an ace up his sleeve for his stretcher match in Charlotte, this man, The Russian Assassin II.

Andrew Fulton : He didn't even let the other Society of the New Breed in on who it is.

[Jonnie Valentine steps through the ropes and waves the Russian flag as the New York crowd looks on confused]

Frank Salazar : This match is scheduled for one fall...

[Jonnie Valentine whispers in the ring announcer's ear]

Frank Salazar : "Ladies and Gentleman, I apologize. Mr. Valentine would like to invite you all to please rise and respect the Russian national anthem.

[No one rises. The ring announcer hands Jonnie Valentine the microphone. He gulps and appears nervous, but The Russian Assassin II nods at him in support. The Russian Assassin II salutes the flag]

Jonnie Valentine : Rossiya – svyashchennaya nasha derzhava,Rossiya – lyubimaya nasha strana.
Moguchaya volya, velikaya slava –
Tvoio dostoyanye na vse vremena!Slav'sya, Otechestvo nashe svobodnoye,
Bratskih narodov soyuz vekovoi,
Predkami dannaya mudrost' narodnaya!

Slav'sya, strana! My gordimsya toboi!
Ot yuzhnyh morei do polyarnogo kraya
Raskinulis' nashi lesa i polya.
Odna ty na svete! Odna ty takaya –
Khranimaya Bogom rodnaya zemlya!

Shirokii prostor dlya mechty i dlya zhizni.
Gryadushchiye nam otkryvayut goda.
Nam silu daiot nasha vernost' Otchizne.
Tak bylo, tak yest' i tak budet vsegda!

[Mild applause, and Jonnie does an audible phew. He mouths "I was so nervous." to Russian Assassin II who gestures he did well. Jonnie mouths, "Thanks."]

Jeremy Tucker : Well, that was, something.

Andrew Fulton : That it was. I didn’t even know he spoke Russian.

Jeremy Tucker : This is an interesting match up, the Russian Assassin II made his debut last week helping Jonnie secure victory in his stretcher match against Timeless, and now, we see him faced off with Benjamin Bolt. Referee Joe Davola calls for the bell and we are underway. Bolt runs at the big Russian, but he is caught in a bear hug, The Russian delivers a monstrous headbutt, then flings Bolt overhead with a overhead release belly to belly suplex, Valentine applauding on the outside.

Andrew Fulton : So what Jonnie like a manager now as well as a wrestler?

Jeremy Tucker : Always has been. The Russian picks Bolt up by the hair and drills him with a devastating Northern Lights Suplex!

Andrew Fulton : Looks like the Russian can GO!

Jeremy Tucker : Jonnie doesn’t deal with just anybodies Fulton. He hand picked this guy to come in as Syberus’s body guard, and looks like it was a hell of a selection.

Andrew Fulton : How about that ghost they were talking about in 3 men and a baby. Is that Helloween related?

Jeremy Tucker : I paused it back in the day and saw it.

Andrew Fulton : I spent all my pausing on VHS on Basic Instinct. Stupid Ted Danson, Mahoney was the real star of 3 Men and a Baby.

Jeremy Tucker : The Russian Assassin II with a double underhook, hoists Bolt up and drills him to the mat with a sit out powerbomb! He is a machine in the ring!

Andrew Fulton : A Russian Machine! Did you know Jonnie had contacts over in the Motherland?

Jeremy Tucker : Russian Assassin II lifts Bolt up in a gorilla press then drops him onto his shoulder and plants him to the mat with a powerslam!

Andrew Fulton : This is a mauling! Bolt is done for!

Jeremy Tucker : Jonnie telling the big Russian to finish it .... he is measuring him, Bolt staggers to his feet, and WHAM! Running Russian Sickle! (Clothesline from Hell)

Andrew Fulton : Almost took his head off!

Jeremy Tucker : Russian Assassin drops for the cover, Davola makes the count, this is academic.

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

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

THREE!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Decisive victory for the Russian Assassin III!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Jonnie steps in the ring and raises his arm in victory.

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Our next match includes Alex Simms v JR Wrangler and the bell rings.

BELL RINGS: DING DING DING

Andrew Fulton : Yes this match is underway, lets hope a high flying or something of interests. How about that big victory by Hells Destruction, good to see them back, but my match is the Main Event and I know everyone is pumped up for the Main Event Fatal 4 Way World Championship.

Jeremy Tucker : This could be the test for Radu, after the KGB destroyed him earlier but Simms blasts Wrangler with a left punch straight to the face like a knockout shot. Holly Hell that was something they both stared down then BAM Simms nailing Wrangler.


Andrew Fulton : Simms is not playing because he lifting up a lifeless Wrangler and lifts up over the shoulders and Nails and F5. And already covering Wrangler.

REF COUNTS--

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KICK OUT

Jeremy Tucker : Simms now drops down Wrangler and Simms showing off to the crowd and look Wrangler is stirring and up on his feet. How I will never know after that punch and Simms turns and Wrangler kicks the gut of Simms and delivers a DDT.

Andrew Fulton : Wow Wrangler has got some fight. Wrangler bounces off the ropes and as Simms is standing is met with a clothesline. He sees Simms down and he gets to the mat and locks in a crippler crossface move and will Simms tap out.

Jeremy Tucker : I think that punch made Wrangler ready to fight.

Andrew Fulton : And now Wrangler is latching the hold and leaning back and the ref is pointing to the bell for Simms and Simms is not giving up and rolls and grabs the legs of Wrangler for the pin from a submission.

REF COUNTS-

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KICK OUT

Jeremy Tucker : Wrangler nearly pinned himself for sure. Simms waits on Wrangler and nails one dropkick and Wrangler back up and another dropkick and Wrangler up again and another dropkick. Holy Crap Simms on a roll. Wrangler bounces off the ropes in attempt for a big boot which Simms ducks and Simms runs and jumps to the corner buckle waiting on Wrangler he charges in gets kicked in the head and Simms grabs the head of Wrangler and delivers a Tornado DDT. What a combination of moves from Simms.


Andrew Fulton : Simms attempts a drop kick as Wrangler weary and Wrangler swats it away. Wrangler waits for Simms to turn around and he does a 360 clothesline. Damn that like a JBL clothesline if I seen one in a while.

Jeremy Tucker : Wrangler bounces off the ropes and delivers a leg drop to Simms. Hey Brother. Sorry got in a Hulkamaniac moment there.

Andrew Fulton : Really, Oh my lord. Wrangler covers but Simms kicks out before the ref can even count.

Jeremy Tucker : Wrangler gets up only for Simms to nip up and BAM what the hell, Simms laid out a Superkick onto Wrangler dropping him quicker than a hiccup.

Andrew Fulton : Simms is calling for the end. Simms lifts up Wrangler and delivers a Powerbomb, and covers Wrangler for the pin.

REF COUNTS--

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KICK OUT...

Jeremy Tucker : Wrangler kicked out again. Simms lays Wranger out on the mat and Simms heads to the top rope and looking like a MoonSault and he’s up and Wrangler moves and Simms misses the MoonSault.

Andrew Fulton : Wrangler is up and Simms turns around and runs to rope behind to bounce off, heads back towards opponent step up to second rope turn to face opponent and clothesline. Its over Wrangler just finished Simms and Wrangler slowly goes for the pin. and covers him now.

REF COUNTS--

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KICK OUT...

Jeremy Tucker : Holy Shit! He kicked out. Wrangler is up and facing the ref and yelling and look Simms got some kind of superhuman strength and is up and waiting on Wrangler. BAM Simms with a big boot to the face and Simms kicks the gut of Wrangler and lifts him up and blasted him with a spike piledriver and Wrangler is not moving. After all Wrangler come back from. He covers Wrangler.

REF COUNTS--

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3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BELL RINGS DING DING DING

Andrew Fulton : Simms pulls it off and defeats Wrangler in a great match here. These two could go far or maybe not here in SWAT.

WINNER OF MATCH BY PINFALL. ALEX SIMMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

[Lucky Linda]

”It is my distinct pleasure, ladies and gentleman to be joined by Lucky Linda La Fey” announces Warren W Webber in the back, he is in a tux and standing beside Linda in front of a SWAT Banner, she is wearing aN Amazons t-shirt.

“Thanks Warren.” Replies Linda, smiling fondly to the camera. “You caught me just in time, looks like my match is coming up next. Marie Caedes. Alexander Marie. Looks like you girls have just ran out of luck. You are about to step in the ring with me! Lucky Linda La Fey! I am a former Amazons champ, and future one also, i have been in the ring with the best of the best, and beaten most of them, i am at the top of my game, i just took out Tabitha. Sent her over her cuckoo nest and into the unemployment line as a consequence of my victory”

“Show before that,” Linda continues “Took out Blaze Freya. Now there is a warrior. That victory i hold very dear.”

“It is true Linda, you have beaten some of the best, it is great to see you back on track.” States Webber.

“I was never off track Warren” Linda replies casually. “Sure, i lost a few matches along the way, i have no shame in that. Suzi Spitz. She is one of the very elite, could well become World Champion by the end of the night. Radu Matei, he is World Champion and the most brutal opponent i have ever been in the ring with, i took him to the limit, to the very limit. Luck shone his way that night, the next time we meet, it may be him again, it may be me, that’s the way this industry goes, but i hold my head high with each and every appearance i make. I give it my all, week in week out. The fans know it. The workers in the back know it. The world knows it!” she was getting more and more worked up by the end a fireball of virtue.

“What’s next for you Linda? Where to after tonight?” Asks Webber.

“First things first, i am not looking past tonight’s match up with Marie and Alexander.” Linda looks focused. “After that, The Helloween Cup will be mine, and then, Avery McCullen. She has been ducking me for the longest time, and she got her go when she turned on me, and she dropped that ball, she will win worst turn of the year. Biggest failed push of 2019? Avery McCullen, Come on DOWN!”

“You still have a grudge against her?” asks Webber “Even after her own husband left her at the for the KGB and they then sent him to the ICU?”

“You get what’s coming to you in this world. Some call it Karma. ”Some call it Luck. I call it just deserts, to be sure to be sure. Its a dish best served cold they say, I don’t know about that, but i do know one thing, it will be grand.”

“Marie Caedes! Alexander Marie!” Shouts Linda. “you two need to ask yourselves one question. Do you feel lucky>! Well. You ya!? PUNKS?!”

[King Syberus]

[The camera opens on a darkened room. We see the silhouette of a man in a wheelchair sat in the corner, only the feintest illumination from moonlight coming through a nearby window. He sits motionless, we cannot see his face, and into the room steps Kilroy Evans, lightly wrapping his knuckles on the door as he eases it open.]

Kilroy: Uh, Syb… you in here?

110% Syberus, from the shadows: I'm here, Kilroy.

Kilroy: Why are you sat in the dark?

[Kilroy goes to flick on the light.]

110% Syberus: DON'T TURN THAT ON!! I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO SEE!!

Kilroy: But they saw you a minute ago.

110% Syberus: I'M A MONSTER!!!

Kilroy: Oookay, still in that headspace are we.

[Syberus takes a moment to calm down after some quiet sobbing.]

110% Syberus: K...Kilroy... once I could walk outside. I knew the feeling of the breeze on my skin, and the warmth of the sun on my face.

[In the silhouette, we see Syberus raise a trembling hand to touch his face.]

110% Syberus: Now because of Paul Souter all that's left is ashes. He turned me into the twisted creature you see before you today. Go! Go and enjoy the outside world Kilroy! Go and enjoy the sound of birdsong, the laughter of children, the sight of Manchester United's resurgent front line now that Anthony Martial is back from injury. THERE'S STILL HOPE FOR YOU KILROY!!

Kilroy: Uhuh. So Frostbite just-

Syberus: I saw. I saw what Frostbite did. It's not his fault. He's been thrown into this match by the maniacal whim of Paul Soutter just like we have.

Kilroy: You know Soutter doesn't actually book-

Syberus: Frostbite is a pawn in Soutter's insane little game to keep 110% Syberus and the Society of the New Breed down. 

Kilroy: Did you hear Frostbite called us "three stars of yesterday". Ohhh that guy really grinds my goat!

[Kilroy shakes his fist.]

Syberus: Stars of yesterday?

[There is a momentary pause, before Syberus mulls these words over.]

Syberus: Stars of yesterday...

[Syberus, after another moment of hesitation, summons the strength to wheel his wheelchair forward into a moon-beam of light. He looks perfectly normal. Kilroy screams.]

Kilroy: Sorry, I didn't know what to expect. Wait, yeah I did. Weird.

Syberus: Frostbite is a high percenter, Kilroy. He's like me. He transcends the world of quality wrestling and meaningful dialogue. The two basic dimensions that guys like you live on.

Kilroy: Hey! 

Syberus: Oh, no offence intended brosive. It's not your fault. You and I were raised in this business to believe that quality entertainers should be pushed, and that the best wrestlers should be on the belts. Frostbite doesn't live on that plain. He's above it. Beyond it. He's a high percenter. I haven't been able to pin point his exact numbers but early figures suggest he's somewhere around 103%, maybe 105% at most. The effort he puts in week in, week out is almost insurmountable Kilroy. Almost. See it doesn't matter that he can't string two coherent sentences together. It doesn't matter that he's the wrestling equivalent of a trashcan fire. He's going to bring it in that cage match, Kilroy. He's going to BRING IT.

Kilroy: So what are we going to do?

Syberus: Ahh shit, you need a high percenter yourself...

Kilroy: Uhuh.

Syberus: Someone clocking even more percents than Frostbite.

Kilroy, sighing: Yes.

[Syberus chuckles.]

Syberus: God damnit, Kilroy. I'm getting to old for this shit.

I'LL DO IT.

Kilroy: I know you will. You're already in the match.

Syberus: Soutter thinks his little house of cards is perfectly balances. Thinks he's going to have it all his own way. He thinks 110% Syberus and the Society of the New Breed will just hang around the mid card and pull in the numbers. Well he's WRONG. If my great victory of Psychotic Goth didn't send shock waves reverberating through the upper echelons of this company, then more fool them! 

Kilroy: So anyway I'm gonna leave. I was just coming to tell you the pizza's here.

Syberus: Did you ask for 110% pepperoni?

Kilroy: Yes. As predicted they didn't understand because why would they that makes no sense, and it looks exactly the same.

Syberus: Ha! You'd think that.

[Syberus falls silent and makes a finger pyramid.]

Kilroy: Okayyy so...

[Kilroy backs out of the room.]

Syberus: Fools!

[Fade.]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Up next we have a triple threat match involving the Amazons division. The Amazon division is certainly heating up around here.

Andrew Fulton: Indeed it has of late. We actually have a newcomer to the mix this evening.

Frank Salazar: This match is one fall with a 30 minute time limit. Introducing first....

[Empire State of Mind by Jay Z blast over the sound system as the newcomer Alexndra Marie steps out from behind the curtain backing her up his her bodyguard Travis Marcus. She has a snug look on her face and Travis as that looks could kill you might be dead as the two make their way down to the ring.]

Jeremy Tucker: The young lady making her SWAT debut.

Andrew Fulton: Take a look at the size of her bodyguard. He would be an excellent member for the KGB.

Jeremy Tucker: What are we recruiting now?

[The two step in the ring as they look to the crowd still with that smug look on their face. Alexndra Marie leans into Travis ear as if she is talking about a possible game plan. ]

Frank Salazar: From New York City she weighs in at 145 pounds making her SWAT debut here is Alexandra Marie.

Crowd.. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

[Suddenly Amen it's Saturday Night by Panic at the Disco blast over the sound system..]

Frank Salazar: And her opponent weighs in at 165 pounds from Savannah Georgia here is Marie Caedes.

[Marie steps out from behind the curtain as she looks into the crowd and then toward her opponent in the ring.]

Jeremy Tucker: This young lady I feel will be champ at some point in time in her career.

[Marie gets to ringside as she looks at her opponent and the huge bodyguard as she slides into the ring and quickly gets to her feet as she bounces off the ropes. ]

Frank Salazar: And her opponent weighs in at 130 pounds from Dublin Ireland here is Lucky Linda LaFey.

[Cranberries Linger blasts over the sound system as Linda steps from behind the curtain as she starts swinging rights and lefts as she looks at her opponent with an intense look in her eyes. ]

Andrew Fulton: This triple encounter should be a good one. Did you know this young lass has a crush on me.

Jeremy Tucker: You wish.

[Linda makes her way down to the ring as she sizes up her opponents as she hops up on the ring apron and steps through the ropes as she stares both of her opponents down. Travis steps out of the ring as the match is about to get underway. ]

Ding.....

Jeremy Tucker: The three ladies stare at each other trying to decide who to go after. Travis jumps up on the ring apron as Alexndra quickly connects with a dropkick on Marie but as soon as she tries to get to her feet Linda connects with a backstabber as she goes for a quick cover.

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Andrew Fulton: But Marie hits a quick bulldog as she goes in for a cover.

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Jeremy Tucker: Alexandra connects with a boot to the side of Maries head. She quickly rolls her up in an inside cradle.

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Andrew Fulton: Another quick kick out. As Alexandra gets back to her feet Linda connects with a scissors kick as she goes for a quick cover.

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Jeremy Tucker: She kicks out. Linda gets to her gets to her feet as she is met by a flying shoulder block from Marie she goes for another cover.

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Andrew Fulton: As Marie gets to her feet Alexandra connects with a back suplex. She quickly connects with a double stomp to the gut as Marie slowly rolls out of the ring. Alexandra turns her attention to Linda who quickly catches her with exploder suplex. She races to the second ropes in the near corner as Alexandra gets up she connects with a blockbuster. She goes for the cover.

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Jeremy Tucker: She kicks out. Linda pulls Alexandra to her feet as she positions her for a piledriver attempt, but she is close to the ropes, as Travis reaches in and grabs her leg, she let's go of the hold as she turns to Travis as Alexandra catches Linda with a reverse ddt.

Andrew Fulton: Ah I guess that bodyguard paid off there. I wonder if she needs extra protection.

Jeremy Tucker: Once again in your dreams.

Andrew Fulton: Alexandra jumps high in the air and comes down with a hard knee right across her chest. As she gets to her feet catches her with a backwards hurricanrana as she spikes her head right into the mat, she goes for the cover.

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Jeremy Tucker: A real close one there as Alexandra just kicks out. Marie grabs Alexandra by her neck as she climbs up the top ropes and once again spikes her head into the mat with a tornado ddt. She goes for the cover.

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Andrew Fulton: She manages to kick out again. Marie jumps to the top ropes as she waits for Alexandra to get to her feet as she does, she comes off the top ropes but catches her in the mid air and connects with the side effect. She gets to her feet as Alexandra gets to her feet as she turns around gets caught with a snap ddt.

Jeremy Tucker: She covers Linda.

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Andrew Fulton: She tries to cover Marie.

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Jeremy Tucker: She kicks out. Alexandra pulls Linda to her feet as she walks in she catches her with a superkick right on her jaw, as she rolls out of the ring.

Andrew Fulton: Talk about a shot heard around this arena. Linda gets to her feet as Marie catches her with a hard knee right to her jaw. Linda drops to the mat. Marie races to the top ropes as she takes flight and catches with a moonsault. She goes for the cover.

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Jeremy Tucker: She kicks out. Marie goes back out to the outside of the ring and climbs the top ropes, she launches herself for what appears to be a flying body press but Linda catches her with some sweet chin music. She gets ready to make a cover, Alexandra races into the ring and connects with a Senton right across Linda’s back as she rolls to the side. She goes for the cover on Marie.

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Andrew Fulton: She just kicks out. Alexandra gets to her feet as she waits for Linda to get here as she slowly does she connects with a roundhouse kick to her head as Linda drops to the floor. Alexandra turns to Marie but as she walks in gets caught with an enzuigri. Marie gives her a quick kick in the gut and connects with a powerbomb into a pinning combination.

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Jeremy Tucker: She just kicks out. Marie pulls her to her feet and whips her hard into the turnbuckle. She races in and catches her with a monkey flip, out of the corner. Marie races toward her and catches her with a flying headbutt. She once again goes for the cover.

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Andrew Fulton: Alexandra kicks out. She pulls her to her feet as she placed her on the top ropes. She goes up as she is attempting a superplex but Linda races back into the ring and gets in behind and connects with a powerbomb.

Jeremy Tucker: Linda sees that Alexandra is near the ropes as she quickly goes up to top and catches her with the Lucky Dip, she goes for the cover.

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3!!!!!

Frank Salazar.. Your winner of the match Lucky Linda LaFey.

Jeremy Tucker: What a great match and a nice showing for all three ladies.

Andrew Fulton: This certainly is the best ladies division in all of wrestling.

[Linger Cranberries hits and the ref raises the arm of Lucky Linda in victory.]

Jeremy Tucker: Linda is in the ring celebrating her win as we must take a break in the action.

[SWAT Team]

[Enter on Robert Stack standing with the mic that Bob Barker used to use when he hosted The Price is Right. Yeah, it's the real one. You know it because it still smells like pussy. Bobby was a stud. The price was always right.]

Robert Stack: Good evening and welcome to a very special episode of Unsolved Mysteries.

[Behind him there is a plethora of people sitting behind desks answering old handset phones. They are probably selling insurance. No way they are always talking to people about cases. It's probably a money laundering operation. At least that's what I would be doing.]

Robert Stack: I thought I was done with this gig, but a good friend of mine, Cobryn, asked me for a favor. So here we are on Spike network... Wait is there still a Spike network?

[Denis Ferina shrugs]

Robert Stack: Look, this is important. You see, someone attacked Syberus.. That's his name?

Bill O'Reilly:. Yeah. That's his name.

Robert Stack: Bill O'Reilly... Great to have you here. Syberus was the victim of a terrible attack. A ruthless assault by an unknown man, possibly a God, or at least if not THE God, one of the Gods, and we are not going to rest until we find out who it was.

[Switch to a half bombed Denis Ferina]

Denis Ferina:. Fuck it we'll do it live Bill! Haha. Great line. Big fan here. Lay one on me. Give me a "Do it live".

Bill O'Reilly: Sigh. I have an MPA from Harvard and I was flipping burgers until Cobryn called me last week. So fuck it... We'll do it live.

Denis Ferina: Hey Yo...

[Robert Stack is seen unwinding a phone cord from around Bill's neck]

Denis Ferina: Look. This should be an easy case. You gotta guy, he's like two three times the size of most guys. He's gotta lotta fuckin balls. He's built like a brick shit house amirite?

Robert Stack: Like a shithouse of brick you are correct Denis.

Denis Ferina: So this is gonna be an easy case. I'm gonna go out on a limb and, look, not for nothin, I'm gonna go ahead and assume this is a black.

Robert Stack: A black what?

Denis Ferina: You know, a

[Feed is cut as we have apparently just found out how far Spike will let shit go before they cut it. And considering Bar Rescue is on this mother, that's pretty impressive. We cut back.]

Denis Ferina: Yeah, Yeah, I heard you. You fucking mutt you. Look, I'm a big deal. You can't talk to me that way.

[Muffled talking off camera]

Denis Ferina: Anyway that's my take. I think it's gotta be an "African American". He's probably from a bad neighborhood. Probably has a rap sheet. This guy is a professional.

Robert Stack: Last I heard, we were looking for a 6'4" White male, extremely handsome, with blonde hair and blue eyes.

Denis Ferina: Yeah, scrap that. This guy is black. Fits the MO.

[The phone lines are screaming with every liberal and really, any reasonable person at this point, telling them to shut Denis up.]

Robert Stack: ok folks, let's go on the line with a new feature to the Twitterverse to find out what the pulse is on this.

Virginia Madsen: Robert, Bobbysock verified says Denis Ferina is a racist piece of shit.

Denis Ferina: Fuck that Bobby. I'll wear your fucking heart as a trophy you say that to my face. Look... It's a black guy. I'm not racist. I'm a professional. You think I just go on a hunch?

Robert Stack: We need to get this back on track. People, if you know anything at all, or you know someone who may know someone who may or may not have attacked Syberus, give us a call, or get a hold of us by sending us a message now on the world wide web. We won't sleep until this man is found.

[Denis Ferina is trying to speak, but that mic has been cut long ago.]

Robert Stack: Syberus, rest assured Cobryn has paid for this entire production to do everything he possibly can to find out who did this to..

Bob O'Reilly: You're getting paid?

Virginia Madsen: Who's getting paid?

Robert Stack: to find out who did this to you.

Virginia Madsen: Fuck that I'm sleeping. How much are you getting paid anyway?

Robert Stack: and where the Hell did we get this mic?

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : That was another impressive victory for Lucky Linda, she is racking up the wins.

Andrew Fulton : Speaking of racks, coming up next we have my personal favourite wrestler, Blaze Freya taking on the returning Cobryn.

Jeremy Tucker : Cobryn shocked the world with his vicious fruit attack on 110% Syberus on Suits Suite last show, and now he is stepping in the ring in singles action for the first time in a LONG time.

Andrew Fulton : Someone should tell Denis Farina and Syberus who got him. We all know about Cobryn, i am a huge fan of his and i revelled in that beat down on Syb. I am a bit conflicted here in this match, because i am excited to see his return, but i mean, she is Blaze.

Jeremy Tucker : You should talk to a professional, you have needed one for the longest time.

Andrew Fulton : I have had many pro’s, they have their place.

[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, she hails from Blackpool England! Comes in at 5’ 6 and 125 lbs!!!! BLAZE FREYA!!!

[No Quarter by Led Zeppelin hits and Cobryn slowly saunters out onto the ramp way, he stands there, looking over the ring and the crowd and his surrounds. He smiles, the Cobryn smile we all know and love, then strolls down to the ring, stepping on apron and wiping his feet before stepping thru the ropes into the ring.

Frank Salazar : Now introducing ... coming in at 6’4 and 252 pounds ..... COBRYN!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Do you feel that Fulton?

Andrew Fulton : I sure do Jerry, every time she enters the ring i feel it rise, you too huh?

Jeremy Tucker : No! Fool! I mean for Cobryn’s return. Feel the electricity in the air?

Andrew Fulton : The biggest star to ever set foot in a XHF ring has just arrived.

Jeremy Tucker : Referee Joe Davola calls for the bell and we are under way.

Andrew Fulton : Look at Blaze, Cobryn is preening for the crowd, and i tell you Jerry, she looks unimpressed.

Jeremy Tucker : A look i am sure you are all too familiar with Fulton.

Andrew Fulton : Cobryn looks her up and down, and shakes his head, in a she is not worthy manner, and Blaze skitzes and starts choking him, wrapping both hands around his throat and just throttling Cobryn.

Jeremy Tucker : Davola telling her to break the choke, and Cobryn gets his bearing and throws her of him. WHAM! Spinning Roundhouse kick right to the jaw!

Andrew Fulton : What a kick by Blaze! Cobryn drops to a knee and is holding his jaw, that was some roundhouse, and Blaze sticks right on him ... connecting with a bicycle kick. Blaze has some of the best kicks in the business.

Jeremy Tucker : Blaze is a ball of fire, and goes for a Curb Stomp ... but Cobryn jumps up out of it and grabs her by the leg and other hand the throat and flips her over in a t bone type suplex, Blaze crashing to the ring mat.

Andrew Fulton : Cobryn looks angry, and he is stomping on Blaze. Come on Blaze! Keep fighting.

Jeremy Tucker : Cobryn with a snap suplex, and he is dusting his hands off and turns to the crowd dismissing Freya.

Andrew Fulton : Boy, i forgot how full of himself this guy really is.

Jeremy Tucker : Should be right up your alley.

Andrew Fulton : I was giving him a compliment.

Jeremy Tucker : Blaze makes her way to her feet, and Cobryn signals for a test of strength. Holding his hands high in the air. Blaze grins, she is no rookie and has been around the block many a time.

Andrew Fulton : Oi! Watch the way you talk about her Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Blaze sticks her hands in the air, but then drops it back down, and inserts it into her OWN tights! This is just so vulgar.

Andrew Fulton : (mumbles something ineligible, groans in ecstasy.)

Jeremy Tucker : For god sakes Fulton. Keep it in your pants man.

Andrew Fulton : Blaze pulls her hand out of her tights and Cobryn is looking on, this is getting HOT!

Jeremy Tucker : WHAM! Blaze slaps the mouth of Cobryn. Taste that!

Andrew Fulton : If only.

Jeremy Tucker : Cobryn is reeling, look at him, he is clutching his face and has dropped to a knee and is screaming at the ref to stop the match.

Andrew Fulton : Is he giving up?

Jeremy Tucker : I don’t know.

Andrew Fulton : Davola asks him if he is quitting and he screams “IT’S BURNING” and is demanding a dq.

Jeremy Tucker : He is rolling around in agony, holding his cheek and Blaze has had enough and delivers a running knee strike to the back of the head of Cobryn.

Andrew Fulton : Blaze goes for another curb stomp but again Cobryn counters with a one arm leg sweep. Cobryn then hooks Blaze and hoists her up for a suplex.

Jeremy Tucker : He is still holding her up, in that long delayed vertical. What power.

Andrew Fulton : Blaze is fraying around up in the delayed vertical and Cobryn walks around the ring and then drops back with a crunching suplex.

Jeremy Tucker : Cobryn then hoists Blaze to her feet and clocks her with a hard tough right hand clench fist to the eye which drops Freya to the mat.

Andrew Fulton : Cobryn parades around the ring, very pleased with himself .... CUTTER! Freya with the Cutter from no where!

Jeremy Tucker : Pin HIM!!!! She does and Davola with the count .....

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

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

TH ...

Cobryn gets a shoulder up.

Andrew Fulton : Damn it, thought she had him.

Jeremy Tucker : TORN!!!! Freya just gored Cobryn near out of his boots! She covers again and hooks a leg.

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

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

THR .......

Cobryn kicks out.

Andrew Fulton : Damn. Blaze springboards off the top rope ... Phenomenal Forearm!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : No!!! Cobryn caught her and drills her to the mat with a thunderous spine buster.

Andrew Fulton : Blaze back to her feet, she has so much go in her, they go to hook up and Cobryn breaks away, complaining to the ref he got poked in the eye.

Jeremy Tucker : Davola asking Freya and she pushes the ref aside, and Cobryn proceeds to take the opening and he pokes her in the eye.

Andrew Fulton : Cobryn then with a chop block to the knee of Freya.

Jeremy Tucker : Cobryn now goes to work on her leg, reefing the leg up by the ankle and ramming the knee into the mat.

Andrew Fulton : Cobryn ties the leg up in the ropes, grabs the other leg, and wish bones her.

Jeremy Tucker : What would your wish be Fulton, dare i ask.

Andrew Fulton : We just got a glimpse of it!

Jeremy Tucker : Cobryn goes for a spinning toe hold, but Freya grabs him by the hair and rolls him up in a small package ......

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

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

THREE!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : SHE GOT HIM!

Jeremy Tucker : NO! Davola saying Cobryn just rolled the shoulder in time. Wow! It doesn’t get any closer.

Andrew Fulton : Think i’m going to have a heart attack here.

Jeremy Tucker : Cobryn see’s red, he snaps and he just clobbers Blaze with a huge right hand, then a left, then a right! She fights back with a right of her own, and Cobryn drops to a knee, selling like she was the hulk.

Andrew Fulton : Cobryn Irish whips Blaze to the ropes and she springboards back off them and connects with a back handspring headscissor DDT!!!! What a move.

Jeremy Tucker : Blaze with the cover, hooks both legs .....

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

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

THRE .......

Cobryn powers out with authority!

Andrew Fulton : What a kick out.

Jeremy Tucker : Freya slams the mat with frustration. WHAM! Cobryn delivers a mighty head butt, and the cartoon stars circle around her head. Cobryn with an overhead belly to belly suplex.

Davola is OUT! Freya’s legs got him inadvertently, he is not moving. Cobryn looks down on him then reaches into his own tights, no love juices in there, just some old fashioned brass knuckles, he straps them on and clocks Blaze right in the mouth!

Cobryn hooks her like an inverted suplex and snap inverted DDTs her half way up into the mat! THE ANSWER!!!

Davola still not moving. He is in lala land. Cobryn pulls Freya’s legs up in the air and spreads them maintaining the cover in a compromising position. Finally Davola comes to and crawls over for the pin.



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






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






THREE!!!!!! Thats it! No one kicks out of the Answer! Big return win to Cobryn.

Andrew Fulton : What an effort by Freya.

Jeremy Tucker : She was gallant, but another Loss in her column. Cobryn maintains the cover, lingering while the bell rings, what a creep, he lifts Freya up and oh man!!! Cobryn just tea bags her down into the mat.

Andrew Fulton : Never has she looked better. What a match.

[No Quarter hits and Davola raises the arm of Cobryn in the air.]

[frostbite]

We catch up with Frostbite and those two seven foot monsters Doomsday and Lucifer are walking around the backstage area as they just left not long ago from the janitor closet where Frostbite was getting ready for the big six man tag match coming up shortly. The three march toward the ring as they are doing so, a few backstage hands side step the three as all three have intense look in their eyes as they appear to ready for the task at hand. As they continue to walk around, Frostbite stretches out his arms as Doomsday and Lucifer stop in their tracks.

Doomsday: What are you Doing? We are on our way to the ring. And you stop us in our tracks.

Frostbite: Nothing, my good man, we have a little time.

Lucifer: Dude, I am waiting to bash somebody skull in.

Frostbite: You are going to. However before we get into that ring and go against Valentine, Syberus, and Evans. I have something to say.

Doomsday: Okay spit it out. Lucifer is getting itchy for some action.

Lucifer bangs his fist together.

Frostbite: I simply wanted to thank you guys for coming to my aid here. Everybody in someway appears to be part of some click. But I have guys that I can trust to watch my back around here.

Doomsday: Any time, you know that. Hell we should be thanking for getting us a gig here in a big time company.

Lucifer: You know for whatever reason the case might be that nobody wants us around but you came through in the clutch.

Frostbite: Besides we need to win this match. I promise you guys a shot at the tag team titles. I put a little bit of pressure on myself.

Doomsday: We are up for the task at hand.

Lucifer puts his nose up in the air.

Frostbite: What is wrong.

Lucifer: I smell Pizza.

Doomsday: I smell the same thing.

Frostbite: Ah, I understand that Syberus and Kilroy order pizza.

Doomsday: I did not know you could have deliver to the arena.

Lucifer: Wait a second they are having pizza right before our match. I do not want somebody puking on me doing the match.

Frostbite: It really shows you the guys are ready for the match. It was Christmas cookies earlier and now pizza. It appears our opponents are taking this match seriously.

Doomsday: Big mistake.

Frostbite: I am sure those three are ready for us. I do not have any doubt.

Lucifer: Are you sure about that. At least Syberus said you might give 105% in this match.

Frostbite: I hear, it is not 110% but I guess that will have to be good enough.

Dommsday: What are you suppose to give.

Lucifer: I do not know since they have not mention us too much. I get it that Frosty has done more in this sport.

Doomsday: I know you feel we are being overlooked. Hard to overlook us right?

Frostbite: You will get your chance to prove them wrong. I get a kick out of Syberus and Evans get a kick out of, out. I called them old. Look I know those three will be ready, but are they ready for us because it appears they are not.

Doomsday: Will shall change their minds.

Frostbite: I get it that Paul has put the six of us in a tight spot. I have already stated that. I made a suggestion we should all grab a pizza, have a few cold ones and grab maybe a few woman and have a night out on the town. But Paul will not let that happen. I hear that grew up in the business Syberus and Evans. That is all fine, but guys I have worked as hard as the two of you could ever imagine.

Doomsday: I believe it is time gentleman.

Lucifer: You know it.

Frostbite: Guys let's get to work then.

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Lynn Brewster v Goth nothing more needs to be said for this match. As the marquee stated its an intergender match. Lynn Brewster has faced men her whole career and now, despite recent set backs, she can once again prove she belongs at the top of the food chain - if she pulls off a major victory over Goth. And Goth has beaten the best. But the question remains, can he defeat Lynn Brewster and keep himself going up in the ranks? As the bell rings we get this match going.



DING DING DING



Andrew Fulton : Yes this is something I have waited for - to see these two actually happen? Just kill each other? SWAT can consider this practically a dream match of sorts. And Goth starts off right away kicking the mid section of Brewster - and she drops to one knee but stands back and meets with Goth. He is just shoving her back into the corner like she was nothing! Goth showing off his superior power right at the moment.



Jeremy Tucker : Lynn for sure did not like just being thrown like that. She is kind of embarrassed after the shove. She gets put down by Pesci every day, she doesn't need to be taken light of in the ring! Lynn gets up and locks up with Goth, they both share an even stance and Goth sends her to the corner and ref asking for them to break the hold. Will this be a clean break?

#SMACK#

Jeremy Tucker : Oh my! Goth just slapped the face of Lynn Brewster. What is he trying to do. She is nick named Wildcat for a reason and disrespecting her like this is just asking to be scratched! That move could cost him later.



Andrew Fulton : I can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually agree with you on that. Lynn pushes the ref away and she walks to up Goth as he smiles big and-

#SMACK#

Andrew Fulton : Wow! Lynn just smacked the smile off Goth - and Goth now angry running towards Lynn and Lynn delivers a drop toe hold! Goth hits and bouncing off the middle ropes, that will leave a mark, and he is up and Lynn drop kicked Goth out of the ring. Nasty spill to the floor! Lynn showing Goth that she means business. And he is out of the ring as the ref administers the count.



REF--







1









2









Goth in ring. Count Ends





Jeremy Tucker : Goth sliding into the ring, Standing face to face again with Lynn and now she smiling. And now she delivers a back elbow to the face of Goth and as she bounces off the ropes she is met with a big boot to the face and immediately Goth covers Lynn for the first pin of the match.



REF COUNTS--



1






KICK OUT...



Andrew Fulton : Lynn kicks out at one and Goth over top of the Wildcat, locks a headlock onto her and ref is making sure its not an illegal choke hold. As ref is asking Lynn and Lynn still in this, as she moving around trying to get out as they both stand up and the headlock still on and an elbow to the mid section and another and a third elbow to the stomach of Goth he breaks the hold as Lynn bounces off the ropes she nails a spear from no where. Goth thought was going to be a high jump but she took the low road and spears Goth. Dropping him to the mat.



Jeremy Tucker : Lynn is stomping away and the ref is trying to move her as she keeps kicking and stomping at him, and ref pulls her off and threatens of a DQ. Lynn runs and aims a leg drop Hogan Style on Goth and covers Goth for the pin.



REF COUNTS--










1














2

KICK OUT



Andrew Fulton : Goth kicks out the pinning predicament. Lynn heads back to Goth and Goth drags her down and Lynn smacks her head up against the middle ropes and Goth heading to the middle ropes and does a belly splash on top of Lynn. And Goth does not go for a cover. Goth gets up and waiting on Lynn as he tries to get her from behind she lands a knee into his gut and delivers a DDT with authority. Lynn is up and drops a head butt to Goth as he laid out on the mat. Anything to win I guess will work.



Jeremy Tucker : Lynn has Goth out and she heads to the top and she does it - lands a 450 splash onto Goth from the top and covers Goth.



REF COUNTS--










1















2
















KICK OUT..



Andrew Fulton : Wow Amazing move but still Goth kicks out of it, Lynn in disbelief. Lunatics have the strength of ten men, right? Lynn grabs Goth - lifts him up in the air and lands a quick brainbuster. And she covers Goth again..



REF COUNTS--









1















2










KICK OUT..



Jeremy Tucker : Another kickout by Goth!!! What does Lynn have to do, to put him away?! She signals for her finisher - this could do it.... now... she is waiting on goth... HERE WE GO! Lynn lifts him to a sidewalk slam - into a Rock Bottom - her variation is known as Catatonic! And she nails it! Perfect Catatonic!! Covers Goth for the win and major win..



REF COUNTS--








1









2












KICKOUT...



Andrew Fulton : That had to be a three count! Lynn raising her hand in victory here.



Jeremy Tucker : No! The ref's hand did not hit the mat but was closer to a three count than I ever seen. It was a 2 count. Lynn is furious. Lynn now takes Goth drags him in the middle of the ring and planning for a Sharpshooter - no, wait, Goth shifting his weight to drags her over and administers the Dragon Sleeper!!! What a move from a possible submission to another submission - will Lynn hang in there?



Andrew Fulton : Lynn is fading - look at the ref is keeping close eye. She is in a bad way! As he lifts her arm and it drops. Ref Count. 1 Ref Lifting her arm up again. And it drops Ref Count. 2.. If she drops one more time its over. Ref Lifts arm up and it standing and she is moving all over the place. And she is up! She's UP! FLIPS Goth over her body and she strikes a stance and waits for Goth... BAM SUPERKICKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!



Jeremy Tucker : I can't believe she nailed a Superkick out of that! But, no, she can't pin Goth! That dragon sleeper just completely drained her! That said, Brewster has been beaten up big time but I am impressed how she has continued! Here we go. She stands back up and Goth is stirring and she sends him to the corner - shoulderblock - sits him on top of the turnbuckle. She delivers a chop. And another! And Goth blocks the third chop - and kicks her right in the head! And he is on top turnbuckle - he says it over, as she is blinded from the kick. BAMMMMM!!!





Andrew Fulton : Dark Strike another move of Goth's Stunner off top turnbuckle onto Lynn and Goth covers her.



REF COUNTS--








1












2








KICK OUT..

Jeremy Tucker : Are you kidding me?! Lynn kicked out - this is amazing. Goth is irate. He is ending her now. He is laying Lynn on top turnbuckle. This is not going to be for the faint of heart. Goth is up there and lands a crucifix off the top turnbuckle he called that his ender. Satan's Judgement. And covers Lynn..



REF COUNTS











1












2














3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DING DING DING.



Andrew Fulton : The match is over. That move is devastating but I got to give Lynn a world of credit.



Jeremy Tucker : Goth was too much, even taking a Lynn finisher - he survived and then punished her for it. If this is what we can look forwards to from intergender wrestling, then I look forwards to a lot more of it in SWAT;s future. Both participants did this company proud, representing us at the XHF's End of Days, and still having enough in the tanks to put on that barn burner. Great match.



ANNOUNCER--- WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY PINFALL-- PSYCHOTIC GOTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

[Jonnie Valentine]

[Open on 110% Syberus eating breakfast at an IHOP. He takes a sip of coffee and cuts off another piece of pancake]


110% Syberus: Good morning, America. Your food is dreadful. Absolute bollocks. It must be a capital offense to put cheese and bacon on your shoes and eat them, it's the only reason I can imagine you don't do it. I ordered green beans and they came with bacon and somehow were sweet. Most of your food seems like a dare or a cautionary tale more than something anyone actually desires to put in their body.


[Takes another sip of coffee]


110% Syberus: And then you have IHOP. Purely the nectar of the gods. Oh, you may think you have better restaurants. Believe me, you don't. Think about that. A nation of immigrants, where people have come with only a dream and a talent for cooking, and the best you can do is a place that's usually the sight of the town's last grisly murder.


Director: Cut.


110% Syberus: Something wrong?


Director: No, you're amazing. Everything you do is amazing. Isn't he amazing, Dante?


Assistant Director: Tell him about the murders thing.


Director: It's just a thought popped into my head there and I thought we could play with it. I think that take was great, I don't think there was anything wrong with that one, I think we've got it and we should just send that to the pancake people and call it a day. But maybe we try a take where we don't highlight the murders in the parking lots and that many seem to be haunted by meth ghosts.


110% Syberus: You think? I don't know, I was really feeling that one.


Director: We could try it? Then if we don't like it...


110% Syberus: See now I feel like you're just editing me and that we're not of the same voice and...Jonnie?


["The Human Dropkick Machine" Jonnie Valentine is seated at a table behind them. Jonnie gets up and walks over]


Jonnie Valentine: What was wrong with that one? I thought we had it on that one, am I right?


110% Syberus: They don't want me to say the thing about the murders?


Jonnie Valentine: The murders? Are you kidding me, Joe?


Director: Look if it were me, I wouldn't have any problem with it. I just think corporate is going to want to leave that part out.


Jonnie Valentine: Come on, this is not what we discussed.


Director: Maybe we could talk about the food?


Jonnie Valentine: The food??


110% Syberus: I was talking about the food!


Jonnie Valentine: Come on, Syberus. We're leaving.


110% Syberus: No, no. I've got this.


Jonnie Valentine: You don't have to do this, I could have us on a Denny's commercial before you can say Rudy Tooty Fresh And Fruity.


110% Syberus: No. It's fine.


Director: (puts his hands together) I am indebted to you.


[Director backs away and says "Action." Syberus pinches the air in front of his face in order to "return to zero".]


110% Syberus: In a valley of pancakes. With a crown of Syrup. I sit on a throne of refillable coffee.


[Jonnie now watching through the camera screen nods and mimes along the words.]


110% Syberus: America. It's not that YOU'RE pure garbage, it's just that your food-


Director: Cut.


Jonnie Valentine: Oh COME ON!


Director: Look that time we started great, we did. The throne of coffee part? Chills. But then we went on to insult America and that's where it, for me, might just have tailed off.


Jonnie Valentine: Insult America?? In what way!? I've never felt more patriotic in my life!


[The Director puts his arm around Jonnie and shuffles him away from Syberus.]


Director: Look I'll level with you. I know talent when I see it. The boy's got talent. The first second I laid eyes on him I thought it was the second coming of Eric McCormack. I just looked at Dante and I said "Eric McCormack." What did I say Dante?


Assistant Director: Eric McCormack.


Director: Eric McCormack.


Jonnie Valentine: Wow...


Director: And in a perfect world, we could let that raw talent express itself. We could show it to the world, unbridled. Unrestricted. But you know what these corporate types are like. You get it right?


Jonnie Valentine: I do.


Director: We have to play the game here. Give 'em what they wanna see.


Jonnie Valentine: I get you.


Director: Share my vision.


Jonnie Valentine: I'll talk to him.


Director: Thank you.


[Cut to hours later and both director and assistant are sat with cigarettes and loosened ties looking completely worn out.]


Director: (rubbing his eyes) Okay... let's go over the list one more time...


110% Syberus: No mentioning of murders, drugs, veteran homelessness, mass shootings, obesity, or the health care system.


Director: Ooorrrr...


[Syberus thinks for a second.]


110% Syberus: Or the incarceration percentage of African American males.


Jonnie Valentine: So we're really just honing in on the pancakes here?


Director: I think that's the story that needs telling.


Jonnie Valentine: I'll tell you the story that needs telling. What was Frostbite doing in the janitor closet?


Kilroy Evans: (seated three tables over) He ate a thing of really drippy beef stroganoff from catering over Lucky Linda's bag and so Wrestler Court said he had to change in there for 6 months.


Jonnie Valentine: I didn't know you were in this commercial?


Kilroy Evans: There's a commercial?!


Jonnie Valentine: If Lucifer is afraid of someone puking on him, it's not the pizza he has to worry about. It's someone stitching him back up at the end of the night. Some kindly local physician, he's probably worked in war torn areas like Syria, Serbia, Afghanistan but he's never seen anything like what The Society of the New Breed does to people in a cage. Do they think this is our first steel cage match? I've been leaving parts of people on steel mesh when your Mom was getting kicked off of Bobby Brown's tour bus. Kilroy has been making men beg the referee open the door since Eminem was throwing up his Mom's spaghetti. Syberus has been holding up World Championships that he won in cages since Bobby Brown found out he was not your father on Maury.


Kilroy Evans: I liked the dance he did afterwards.


Jonnie Valentine: Ya ya ya know it. Frostbite, Doomsday, Lucifer, Darkstar, Dreadknight, Nightwatch, they didn't ask for this match. I imagine they have probably quietly lobbied for it to be changed to a match with Brian Acres, Andrew Fulton and Jeremy Tucker. But you and I both know why we're all here. To give the KGB time to heal from the massive beating we gave them in North Carolina. Frostbite, Doomsday, Lucifer, Wrath, Bloodrage, and Wolfhammer will need the same time off next month. And then the next crew, and the next, until the KGB is all out of fodder to put in front of us and have to face us.


The Director: Right...so we're losing daylight and I have to shoot a KFC ad at 9.


Kilroy Evans: Oooh, what's the commercial about?


The Director: They're making a hot dog inside a chicken finger.


Kilroy Evans: Can I be in it?


The Director: Sure! We can't find anyone since all the lab rats that ate it got an ear growing on their back.


Kilroy Evans: I HEAR THAT!


[The whole set throws their head back and laughs and then we freeze frame. A IHOP logo comes over the screen and says "The Official Pancake Distributor Of The Society of the New Breed!"]

[radu]

...feels like skull is cracked...


Not good.


Lot of pressure.  So much pressure.  Like my brains are going to push through that crack in my skull.  Trying to escape.  There has to be a crack.  Some fault line for them to burst forth.  You want to sacrifice your body, more power to you asshole!  You pull a stunt so {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} it sounds like it came from a Fairtex brother, don't take us along for the ride!  We're too smart for that.  They think they're so smart.  ...but they aren't going anywhere.  I just need to focus.  I just need to FORCE my skull in one piece.  Just hold it together.  The pressure will pass.  It always passes...


A bloody hand reaches up, weakly trying to grasp the speakers head.  One of the many paramedics working overtime, holds the arm down.  Its just getting in the way of the stitch work.


Stopping me from holding it together.  Judas.  I'm stronger than that.  Stronger than you...

...shit.

Why is only the one arm answering?  Has half the brain snuck out the backdoor?  Sneaky bastard!  You're talking crazy.  Focus.  Just focus.  Paramedic telling me to calm down.  Going to be alright.  Fuck does he know.  I got a defence tonight.




Gotta give Jade my best...






Official tells me that was weeks ago.

That's a relief.  I was worried I would have to defend in this shape.















Sinking.



Not good.



Head is throbbing.  Sinuses feel busted.  Lights are pretty bright.  Blinding.  I close my eyes to focus.  They told me to focus.  Retreat into the darkness like the bug they think I am.  Every time it goes black, I feel like I'm losing time.  I feel under water.  What day is it?  Can I keep this up until Devil's Night?  Darkness.  No.  Have to put my thoughts in order.  Have to keep it together.  No time to sle-


Darkness.


Jolted back by the shrill sound of tape being applied to fresh bandages.  God damn that is loud.  I try to raise a finger to my lips, tell them to keep it down, but my arms have been strapped down.  Its starting to come to me though.  One thought.  Not self preservation.  The person who put me in this situation.  Soutter.  I have to kill Soutter.  Was there someone else?  Another face.  ...It doesn't matter.  Nothing matters but strangling that Australian bastard.



Not worth it... I'll show him.


Thinking about his smug face makes me sick.  I'm going to be sick.  Waves of nausea.  Side effect of my exploding head.  Focus.  Control.


Still in a fog.  Its thicker.  Ears ringing.


Trying to drown out the buzzing sound.


Clearly concussed.  Worst than usual.  Good for them.


One of the younger EMTs is doing the stitch work on my leg.  The more experienced members of the crew have bigger concerns.  His stitch work isn't going to last the night.  Defending.  Defending against... Amy mentioned in between moments of consciousness.  Timeless.  Godfather.  Spitz.  Yeah.  That's right.  At least one of them deserves it.


No way those stitches are surviving those three.


Still not confident in his skill he does larger loops.  Its almost embarrassing to watch.  Where is the artistry?  Ends up jabbing me twice as much.  That stings.  Which I appreciate.


See the thing about putting your body on the line, building it up, breaking it down.  A glutton for punishment.  The fans seem to think it hurts less when you bounce off the concrete.  You have a higher threshold to pain.  All that abuse has toughened you up.

...you're used to it.


Some things are difficult to get used to... here comes the rookie to do some more stitches under my eye.  This should be a laugh.  Even his supervisor is cringing.


When you take that kind of abuse, when you hate yourself that much.  You can numb yourself.  You can shut it all out.


I was numb for a long time.


Almost punctured the eyeball.  Cute kid.


Numb.


Then somewhere between the first time I defended against Timeless and putting down Tong's challenge.  At some point in this Sacrificial Idol run, it started again.  Maybe it was the fans.  Maybe it was having an audience.  ...but for the first time in decades, I actually cared... and when I cared... I felt it.


Every punch.  Every kick.  Every chairshot.


After being dead for so long, it was an amazing experience to feel alive again... and contrary to appearances, I am alive.



I'm not so concerned about losing the belt.  Champions lose.  That is the nature of our sport...

...but I'm petrified that the feelings will go away.

That without the belt, I'll rot away into nothingness.

When I finally kill Sainovic... that son of a bitch has it coming... when I finally kill him... and Soutter...

I'll have my hands wrapped around the Bandit's throat, choking the life out of him, and it won't mean anything.

Not worth it.


Hurting you Soutter means the world to me.  I just hope when I get my chance to rip you down, that its worth it.


Senior paramedic takes over.  Good.  I don't think I'd do well with a pirate gimmick.  Officials are discussing having my leg set.  Fools.


I'm almost completely broken down... but I still have one more night left in me.  One more defence.  One more victory.




Lynn Brewster reinstated as commissioner?



It would be worth it to drop the belt, just to have some power to stand against Joe.  Even if I don't like what Lynn does with it, even if I hate how she abuses authority, anything that stops him is good for the federation.  Better for the federation than me continuing with the belt.  So what if the KGB picks up the strap?  With Brewster in charge they wouldn't hold all the cards...




..........but then.....





Lynn would still be his slave, even if he reinstated her.


This is a ploy.


He has no intention of freeing her from her cage.  Of giving the fans of SWAT a voice.


SWAT needs a voice.  There is no upside to me losing.  Have to keep trying.  Keep defending.  Keep dying.  To keep the power struggle in check.


Suzi could do it.

That would make my day.

...but you already have the KGB trying to recruit her.  Is that a chance I can afford?  She would make a hell of a champion.  Its a shame this isn't one on one.


Timeless and Canelli.


I knew if I kept going to the well, eventually my only options would be monsters.  If I win tonight, the shape I'm in, I could drop the belt to Hell's Bouncer.  So tired.


Have to keep fighting though.


This is the world heavyweight championship.


For all the defences that came before.  For the joy of feeling pain.


I can't trust Timeless not to rename the belt and only defend it in lingerie matches with Roxy.  Canelli might know where the bodies are buried, but she has lost herself to demons.


Any one of the three could rip this strap from my hands.... I can't even lift my arms...




Sinking.




...But rip that strap away they must...




Because the Sacrificial Idol isn't dead yet.


Darkness.

[suzispitz]

A great man once pointed to his hand, and said 'This is where the power lies'...

and in this crazy, violent, beautiful business, no truer words have ever been spoken...

The universe is revealed as the being opens it's hands

Whether she was chosen, or whether it happened by mere chance, no one will ever know, but it happened...

A young mother, opens a door, and turns on the light in a small room, cradling a baby in her other arm, as it begins to cry.

Woman : Shhhhhh, shh, shhh... it's time for bed.

She walks across the room, and gently places her baby in a crib, before turning on a small lamp that sets on a nearby table.

Nobody ever suspected a thing...

She kisses the baby, which, already appears to be sleeping, and makes her way back to the door. She looks back toward the crib, with a faint smile.

Woman : Sweet dreams, my little angel.

She turns the light switch off, leaving only the light of the small lamp, then walks out of the room, closing the door behind her.

And no one but the infant heard a single word...

but The Whispering was there

Whisper : You will be Spitz with a Z...

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. And all you have to do, is click the pic to step into an area which we call the Twilight Zone

[thejerseydevildiva]

Act 1: A relaxing game of golf?

"I have made really some significant deals because I play golf."
Donald Trump

The scene opens on the beautiful city of Boca Raton Florida. The day was beautiful and warm, with the sun high over head. The sky was a bright blue, and the grass was a bright green with a gentle breeze moved across the area. The camera moves over the city and soon comes to a stop on the Osprey Point Golf Course. The greens were a bright green and the water that surrounded the greens were clear shimmering in the sun over head. A few people were already out on the course, while others were just getting ready to leave the club house. The camera moves to the club house where we see Joanne dressed in a dark colored golf shirt, and a pair of shorts that showed off her toned legs. Reno, and Rude stood with her, as an older looking man appears on the stairs behind her dressed in a light colored golf shirt, and matching shorts. His peppered hair was slicked back, with a man about Joanne's age. His hair was black as pitch and slicked back as well. His golf shirt was a light blue with khaki shorts. Joanne looks down at the watch he wore and sighs.

Older Man: Are you sure he's going to be here?

Young Man: Our tee time is getting really close...

Joanne: Don't worry he'll be here... At least I hope he will.

Joanne turns and sees Joe Pesci dressed in light yellow golf shirt, with light colored pants. She smiles a fanged smile as she goes to greet him.

Joe Pesci: I'm not late am I?

Joanne: Not at all. Thank you for comin' on such short notice.

Joe Pesci: So who are we playing against?

Joanne and Pesci reach the Don and his son. She smiles softly.

Joanne: Joe Pesci, I would like you to meet Don Russo and his son Alberto.

Don Russo: It's a pleasure. Now lets get going.

Joanne sighs, and rolls her eyes.

Joe Pesci: He's a man of few words isn't he?

Joanne: Always has been.

They soon take off in the golf carts heading toward the first hole.

Joe Pesci: So what's the plan for your match?

Joanne: What do you think it is? I'm goin' in there and takin' every last one of them out.

Joe Pesci: With the title I hope?

Joanne smirks as her eyes flash red, and go back to their doe color.

Joanne: I have a title. But if I manage to take the World Title too, that's fine with me, but I really don't care. I mean I want to bust heads and show them why I was crowned the Amazon Champion. I could give two shits about the title. I want to cause as much pain and sufferin' as I can in there. Hell Suzi Swallow's I mean Spitz never did give us an answer on join' with us and I see that as disrespect toward us.

Joe Pesci: She's not KGB material anyway.

Joanne: When I teamed with her all I could think of is where did her daddy go wrong that she ended up on the pole?

Pesci laughs as they soon come to a stop at the first hole. They get out of the golf cart as Reno and Rude carry Joanne's and Joe's clubs. Don Russo soon swings and sends the little white ball soaring through the air. Joanne whistles as it lands just outside of the green.

Joanne: Beautiful shot Don Russo.

Don Russo: Thank you Don Canelli.

Alberto hits the ball that was set down, and it soars across the ground, and soon lands somewhere in the rough near the green. She smirks as she looks over at Pesci.

Joe Pesci: That's not a bad shot...

Alberto: The damn wind took it.

Joanne: Yeah I'm sure.

She steps up as Rude hands her a driver. She sends the ball soaring through the air landing just a few feet away from the hole. She smiles and steps back waiting for Pesci to make a play. He soon does and once again the ball soars through the air.

Don Russo: Beautiful shot Mister Pesci.

Joe Pesci: Thank you Don Russo. And please, call me Joe.

The older man smiles and turns walking back to the golf cart, as Joanne smiles.

Joanne: That's the first time I have ever seen that man smile.

Joe Pesci: Really? Why don't you go ahead and give him and his son tickets to the show in a couple of days?

Joanne: You know that sounds like a good idea. Might get me in a bit better with the old man.

Joe Pesci: We'll even put them up in our sky box.

Joanne nods, as they drive off once again and the scene fades to black.





The Night of Gold Standard

The scene opens on the Hammerstein Ballroom New York. The stage hands, moved around quickly going about their jobs as they move everything along for the show later in the evening. Super Stars and Amazons were doing a fan day, with signing autographs and taking pictures. We soon see Joanne standing with Glenda with the crowd surrounding them.

GG: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to our meet and greet. I'm Glamorous Glenda  and I'm here with the SWAT Amazon Champion Joanne Canelli. Thank you for taking the time to speak with me tonight.

Joanne: Of course.

GG: Now tonight you will face off against, Suzi Spitz, Radu, and Timeless for the World Title. What are your thoughts right now?

Joanne: Does it look like I'm worried about what the outcome is goin' to be in this match? I'm goin' into this match to bust heads, and cause as much pain and sufferin' as I can to everyone else.

GG: Does that even mean your own stable member Timeless?

Joanne: Of course it does. He's knows it's nothin' personal.  It's all business. One of us is goin' to walk away with that title, but the way I see it I don't care if I get it. I have a title, and sure it would be nice to have another one, but just seein' Suzi on the mat screami' in pain is well worth it all. As for Radu he's gettin' tired, and not really wantin' to defend the title. It shouldn't take much to put him down. If he's to the point where he's ready to give up then by all means I'm willin' to take it off of his hands.

GG: Those are some strong words. What is your plan to get the win tonight?

Joanne: If I told you, that would spoil my surprise. I'm goin' to go in there and do what I have to do, and beat each of them. That's all I can really say. I mean they all know that this match isn't goin' to be easy. All of us are champions, and only one of us can walk away with the World title along with what we already have.

GG: Is there anything else that you want to say to your opponents?

Joanne looks down at at the floor and smirks.

Joanne: The three of you might as well just give up tonight. We all know that only one of us can walk away with this win and the title in hand. To Timeless if you walk away with the title, then that's fine with me. As long as Suzi, and Radu don't get it, that's all the better. I'm goin' to do what I can to win, but all in all I really don't care if I take it or not. It's time for blood to flow, and pain to become the only thin' that you will experience and wish to Gawd would end. Now if that is everythin' I need to finish gettin' ready for my match.

GG: Of course Miss Canelli. Good luck.

Joanne: I'm not goin' to need it.  But my opponents will.

She walks off leaving Glenda alone as the scene fades to black.

[SWAT Team]

Frank Salazar: The Following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…

Every light in the arena goes out, plunging the entire building into darkness. The opening strains of “Miracles” by Two Steps From Hell gently float through the air. Spotlights bathe the entrance ramp in pulsing white and purple lights.

As the music picks up in speed, young men in feathery skirts and boas dance down the aisle, carrying baskets of flowers, which they toss down onto the ground.

As the music intensifies, DRAMA emerges from the back, arm and arm with Miss Violet. The two flamboyant characters stand together, basking in the moment. DRAMA throws his arms to the sides, letting his elaborate robe be seen by all. He then takes a bow, arms swirling in a flourish as he stands back up and the two make their way to the ring, spotlights following them in the darkness.

The pair walk together up onto the ring apron. DRAMA holds the ropes open for Miss Violet, who steps inside followed by the mysterious man. He again showcases his robe, which his valet removes from him, as the two stand in the purple spotlight. DRAMA stands in the center of the ring and throws his arms up as the houselights come back on.

Frank Salazar:: In the ring at this time, accompanied by Miss Violet…. He is….. DRAMA!!!

Jeremy Tucker: DRAMA in the ring and he is about to get what he asked for.

Andrew Fulton: and we all know what they say about that.

Frank Salazar: and his opponent….

“A Country Boy Can Survive” by Hank Williams, Jr plays over the intercom as the houselights dim. The curtain opens and Buster Friendly comes out, marching to the ring in plain black tights, his hair pulled back into a pony tail.

Andrew Fulton: And here comes the man formerly known as Beelzebozo, the Clown From Hell!

Jeremy Tucker: Buster Friendly didn’t start this fight, but he looks ready to finish it!

Frank Salazar: And his opponent, from Huntington, West Virginia, weighing 253 pounds…..BUSTER FRIENDLY!

[Buster enters the ring and charges right at DRAMA. The two men stand toe to toe in the middle of the ring, exchanging right hands.]

Andrew Fulton: Here we go and they are wasting no time!

Jeremy Tucker: These two guys squaring off, and neither man wants to give an inch!

[Buster starts to get the best of the exchange, hitting three unanswered rights, followed by a forearm shiver that rocks DRAMA. Buster hits a knee lift that buckles DRAMA, then hits a DDT in the center of the ring.]

Andrew Fulton: DRAMA is down!

Jeremy Tucker: Buster mounting him!

[Buster gets on top of DRAMA and starts raining down punches to the masked face of his opponent.]

Andrew Fulton: You can see the frustration coming out of Buster and it is DRAMA paying the price for it.

Jeremy Tucker: You can’t really feel sorry for DRAMA. Friendly was retired, and DRAMA forced this.

[Buster Friendly continues to punch DRAMA over and over, until referee steps in and grabs his arm. Buster shoves the ref away and goes back to punching DRAMA. The ref comes over a second time and Buster stands up, yelling at him.]

Andrew Fulton: Referee trying to maintain some semblance of control here.

Jeremy Tucker: Just a reminder, this is not a no DQ match, this is a normal wrestling contest, at least in theory.

[Buster turns back around and leans down to grab DRAMA, but DRAMA hits an uppercut out of nowhere that rocks Buster. DRAMA gets up and hits a flurry of punches, backing Buster into the corner. DRAMA throws Buster across the ring with an Irish whip, then follows behind him with a knee lift in the corner.]

Andrew Fulton: DRAMA in control now.

Jeremy Tucker: Let’s see what he has in store. He is vowing to bring out the dark side of Buster friendly, while Buster is trying to maintain the sobriety and mental health he has recently gained in his life.

[DRAMA grabs a hold of Buster Friendly and hurls him through the ropes to the outside. He gets out onto the apron and measures his opponent, running at him. Before he could launch himself off the apron, Buster races forward and clotheslines his legs, causing DRAMA to fall face first onto the apron and then roll off to the floor.]

Andrew Fulton: DRAMA hesitated and it cost him!

Jeremy Tucker: Buster has a crazed look in his eyes!

[Buster takes DRAMA and whips him into the barricade. DRAMA’s back collides with the barricade, and he is stunned against it, his body wracked in pain. Buster charges at him, clotheslining him with so much momentum both men flip over into the crowd.]

Andrew Fulton: Both men fighting in the crowd!

Jeremy Tucker: Fans better watch out, I don’t think these guys are going to care who gets caught between them.

[Security runs over to try to maintain control as Buster Friendly gets up, hammering DRAMA with elbow smashes to the back of the head. The referee starts to count, as Buster hurls DRAMA back over the barricade to the ringside area.]

Andrew Fulton: Referee administering the count.

Jeremy Tucker: These guys better get back inside or they will be counted out.

[Buster hits a hard right hand, rocking DRAMA. He then grabs a hold of him and throws him under the bottom rope back into the ring.]

Andrew Fulton: Friendly tosses DRAMA back inside.

Jeremy Tucker: Maybe we can get this match under some kind of order now.

[Buster Friendly climbs up onto the apron as the referee tells him to get back inside. Buster steps through the ropes and DRAMA rushes forward, kicking the rope upwards as hard as he can into the groin of Buster Friendly. Buster grimaces in pain and falls to the mat clutching his balls.]

***DIRTY MOVE POP***

Jeremy Tucker : Did you see that? DRAMA just kicked the ropes into the crotch of Buster and Buster is down!

Andrew Fulton : My monitor went out, I missed it!

Jeremy Tucker : Oh please, you saw that!

Andrew Fulton : I saw nothing!

[DRAMA hits the ropes and drills Buster with a power drive elbow. Not wasting any time, he lifts Buster to his feet, grabbing him around the waist and planting him with a backdrop driver.]

Andrew Fulton: DRAMA now hitting some big moves and Buster is in trouble!

Jeremy Tucker: He must have spent a lot of energy just from the emotion of this situation. Who knows how much he has left in the tank?

[DRAMA grabs Buster and kicks him in the gut, lifting him up and driving him to the mat with a package piledriver.]

Andrew Fulton: KILL YOUR DARLINGS!

Jeremy Tucker: This match is over!

Andrew Fulton: Wait….DRAMA isn’t going for the pin?

Jeremy Tucker: He has him beat! Nobody is kicking out of the package piledriver!

[DRAMA stands over Buster, taunting him.]

DRAMA: BEELZEBOZO! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!

[DRAMA hauls off and kicks Buster in the head.]

DRAMA: BEELZEBOZO! COME OUT AND PLAY!

[DRAMA grabs a fistful of Buster friendly’s hair and hits a second Kill Your Darlings to Buster Friendly.]

DRAMA: I know you’re in there, clown! COME ON! FIGHT ME!!!

[DRAMA kneels down on top of Buster and starts slapping him in the face repeatedly.]

DRAMA: COME OUT, CLOWN! COME OUT AND FACE ME!

Andrew Fulton: DRAMA can pin Buster at any time here, but this was never about the match itself.

Jeremy Tucker: DRAMA doesn’t want Buster Friendly, he wants Beelzebozo, and he is going to keep beating him until he gets him.

[DRAMA grabs a fistful of hair and starts pummeling Buster’s unmoving face with a flurry of right hands. The referee runs over and tries to pull him off, and DRAMA shoves him to the side.]

Andrew Fulton: Mirror image of how this match started.

Jeremy Tucker: DRAMA doesn’t care about pinning Buster, he just wants to awaken Beelzebozo.

[Drama gives Buster a final kick to the head then rolls out of the ring. He walks backwards, mouthing and gesturing towards the ring as he makes his way to the back.]

Andrew Fulton: Is DRAMA leaving?

Jeremy Tucker: Buster is unconscious. He could have beaten him, but that wasn’t what he wanted. He never wanted a match with Buster Friendly. He wants a match with Beelzebozo!

Andrew Fulton: Referee counting DRAMA out….

Jeremy Tucker: Buster is going to win this match by count out, but he isn’t moving at all, so I would hardly call him a winner in this situation.

[The referee holds up the arm of the unconscious Buster Friendly and calls for the bell.]

Frank Salazar:[b/] The winner of this match, as a result of a count out, Buster Friendly!

***UNSATISFIED MATCH OUTCOME POP***

Andrew Fulton: The crowd not happy with the way this one ended.

Jeremy Tucker: Something tells me this story is just getting started!