SWAT Hardkore Helloween 2019 (Show)

[Jonnie Valentine]

[Open on the YouTube Channel TuxBang. Tuxedo Mask is at The Brew Ha Ha in Santa Monica, California]


Tuxedo Mask: Hello and welcome back to TuxBang. I am Tuxedo Mask here with an exclusive only to subscribers to the TuxBang channel on YouTube, "Pro Wrestling's Own" Jonnie Valentine's debut as a stand-up comedian here at The Brew Ha Ha in beautiful Santa Monica. We're all very excited, let's get a little BTS here with Jonnie while he gets some last minute advice from the guy who had this great idea, Marty Donovan. 


[Cell phone walks over to a nervous Jonnie Valentine talking to Marty Donovan at a table nearby]


"Pro Wrestling's Own" Jonnie Valentine: I don't know Marty, this seems risky. I'm not a stand up comedian. 


Marty Donovan: How hard can it be? Terry Fator does it. 


[Comedian on stage is bombing]


Barry Damonte: ...I don't care what gender you are, if you come into the bathroom when I take a shit, it's not turning out well for you. 


[Audience groans]


Barry Damonte: Oh, I'm sorry. Are you guys triggered? Huh? I warned you that my brand of comedy is just too nuanced for the general public. I told you, no safe places! That's my time everyone, please go to Barry Damonte.com to see where I'm appearing next. 


[Lights dip, letting Barry know his time is more than up]


Barry Damonte: (talks fast) Check out Barry's World on Instagram to see my latest hot takes, and as always give me my podcast No Safe Spaces that I do with my college roommate Dustin some good reviews and we will do a bonus show on Chicks I Don't Believe! Epstien didn't kill himself, good night! 

[Tuxedo Mask's cell phone footage goes back to Jonnie Valentine talking to Marty Donovan]


Jonnie Valentine: You sure Ronnie said this was a good idea? Every time I call him I just get this joke message where he sounds like he's gagged & tied up and tells me he's in a basement somewhere. 


Marty Donovan: He told me and I quote, "If Jonnie isn't wildly successful at standup, he should just sign over the rights to Hardkore World over to Disney and their related subsidiaries."


Jonnie Valentine: Oh. That seems like an odd pair of options, but okay.  


[Tuxedo Mask turns the cell phone to The Russian Assassin II stepping on stage, since he's MCing the show tonight]


The Russian Assassin II: Another hand for the sad middle aged man who yells at us for not laughing at his tired cliches he passes off as contrarian takes. 


[The Brew Ha Ha gives a polite round of applause for Barry Damonte]


The Russian Assassin II: We didn't expect much resistance from the Mypos militia. We had rained mortars on them for days. 


(A hush comes over The Brew Ha Ha)


The Russian Assassin II: Our tanks moved in to take position and root out any guerrillas left. I encountered a man trying to escape the warzone on the back of a donkey carriage. I demanded his name, and he told me it was Balki. He begged me to spare his life. This, Balki, told me he had a cousin Larry in America. He told me if I turned a blind eye to his escape, he could find this Larry and live the rest of his life in the United States. I laughed, "He is but a perfect stranger to you!" and let this pathetic creature pass. For a life in the capitalist hell of America is worse than the mercy I could have shown him by caving in his skull with my rifle. 


[The uncomfortable silence is deafening]


The Russian Assassin II: Our next comedian is a newcomer to the comedy scene. He has had appearances on Oprah and CWF Germany, "Pro Wrestling's Own" Jonnie Valentine! 


[The Brew Ha Ha crowd gives him a healthy applause, as Jonnie Valentine jogs onstage]


"Pro Wrestling's Own" Jonnie Valentine: Santa Monica, thank you! Give yourselves a hand! 


[The audience doesn't mind if they do]


Jonnie Valentine: Wow. Man, can you believe what's going on lately? I'm going to compete in the event I created, Hardkore Helloween. Is that crazy or what? That's like the inventor of Mountain Dew getting diabetes. 


[Mild laugh]


Jonnie Valentine: Wow, what else is in the news? I speared Doomsday so hard in New York that Lucifer felt it. I gave Doomsday his first pinfall loss or what's it's better known as, The Rest of his Career. 


(There are a few chuckles. Someone loudly yells "YOU SUCK!!!". Tuxedo Mask turns the cell phone camera around and just sees Marty Donovan, no one who could have yelled that)


Jonnie Valentine: (pulls on collar) Ahem. What else is in the news? Did you hear Lucky Linda La Fey's "Wanna Get Lucky" shirt outsold my hand stitched high quality bowties in gross as well as key demographics? I guess now we know who watches Hawaii Five O. 


[Couple giggles with some boos. Someone yells "Scott Caan is my shit!"]


Jonnie Valentine: OK, well...you see the guys I'm facing in Hardkore Helloween? Phantam Fairtex is like if you cloned The Shootfighter on the day he left his charisma on the nightstand. 


(Big laugh)


Jonnie Valentine: Lucifer seems like he's the El Gigante of this match, at least in the sense that no one knows what the fuck he's saying. 


[Even bigger laugh]


Jonnie Valentine: Wow, What a crowd. I tell you, have you seen this, Jonnie Rockstar? This is what happens when you're too nice to offer constructive criticisms to indie wrestlers. He's only in this match because he agreed to bring the chairs in his Dad's truck. 


(Big pop. Tuxedo Mask turns the cell phone to Marty Donovan who seems distressed)


Jonnie Valentine: Can I just say the 90s Disney movies suck? 


[Audience applauds but someone is shrieking "NO!! NO!! You shut your damn mouth!"]


Jonnie Valentine: I mean, let's be honest. There's Alice in Wonderland. Snow White, and then Road To El Dorado?


[Hearty laugh except some maniac screams "The friendship between Kevin Kline and Kenneth Branagh is the Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid of it's time!!"]


Jonnie Valentine: Who called in sick the day they greenlit Hunchback of Notre Dame? It's like the Doomsday of movies except some people have actually paid to see the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

[The Brew Ha Ha lets out a unanimous "OH!!"]

Jonnie Valentine: But seriously folks, before I leave you tonight, I want to remind you to appreciate the friends in your life. I'm going to tell you a true story. I had a best friend. We dressed alike. We liked the same song to come down to the ring with. We both liked to call ourselves The Old Stylistics. I mean, it was crazy. We both liked to raise our arms when we won matches. You know? Like, how random? The referee would grab our wrists and we would both raise our hands at the same time and it was like...what??


[Audience warmly laughs]


Jonnie Valentine: But then he was kidnapped. 


[The Brew Ha Ha gasps. You can hear a pin drop...and a waitress clanking a few Heinekens together on her tray]


Jonnie Valentine: Soutter and the guy from Home Alone allegedly put choloroform over his mouth, took him out of Boston in a van, and brainwashed him into being a total dick. 


[Groan. You hear a few sniffles]

Jonnie Valentine: Then this new dicky Cobryn hit my friend 110% Syberus with coconuts and other various fruits, robbing him of over 61%. It was touch and go there for a while. Some of those fruits were reportedly not ripe.  Now we're being forced by the guy from Moonwalker to fight each other in the match I created. And yet, I relish this opportunity. I couldn't ask for a better opportunity to get to drop Cobryn on his head over and over, until I can reboot his brain and get him back to his factory settings. This is going to hurt me alot more than it hurts him...and this is going to hurt soooo much. 


[The Brew Ha Ha cheers wildly]


Jonnie Valentine: Thank you very much, I'm "Pro Wrestling's Own" Jonnie Valentine! (talks fast) I will be appearing at the Memorial Coliseum this weekend at Hardkore Helloween! Go to TuxBang.com and enter the code "Helloween" to get 30% off tickets! 


[Crowd cheers. The Russian Assassin II high fives him as Jonnie Valentine jogs down the steps off stage]


The Russian Assassin II: Wow, give it up for "Pro Wrestling's Own" Jonnie Valentine! (becomes deathly serious) Let me now tell you of a hellscape only possible in the Yankee pig dog state. An American man in San Francisco's wife dies. The callousness of the bourgeoisie forces him to ask his friends and brother in law to move in with him to care for his three daughters. It is a full house. Uncle Jesse...he begs for mercy. 


[The Brew Ha Ha sits in uncomfortable silence as glasses clank in the background]



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[radu]

[So Close.]



[Yesterday.]



[Syndicate Wrestling and Tradition world headquarters.]



[...Was formerly enjoying a massive state of the art facility befitting a publically traded company with global interests that consistently turned in quarterly profits in the seven figure range, located in Sydney, Australia. Since joining the XHF network, the SWAT brass conducts most of their business out of a dive bar in Jersey. To hear Public Relations spin it, this Italian family restaurant represents the homespun values, approachable demeanor, and ethnocentric marketing that the organization has always been grounded in. It’s more reasonable to assume that left to his element; Joe winds up with substantially less sexual harassment lawsuits. Plus it is easier to hide from the IRS.]



[On the eve of one of SWAT’s premier pay per views, two months out from the take home New Year extravaganza, and hosting a HARDKORE world concept while the fuckers are around to judge him, Joe Pesci is doing the only thing that makes sense in the situation. Doodling a lady taking her clothes off in the corners of the Amazon’s contracts so can make a flip book when he leafs through them.]



[Good old Joe.]



Voice on intercom: Uncle Joe, I got Sainovic on line 6.



Joe Pesci <still trying to draw but finding this distraction annoying>: Tell him I’m busy.



Zoran Sainovic On Speaker: I don’t believe your nephew knows how to operate ze amiche.



Joe Pesci <eyes narrow in frustration>: Yeah. The kid is on the slow side of {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore}. Never hire blood, Zoran. You want a job done right, you hire a professional... and speaking of professionals, I’m pleased as hell with the title switch. Great work pal.



Zoran Sainovic On Speaker: Zen why wasn’t I included in ze Helloween Cup line-up? I have yet to receive my contract.



Joe Pesci: You’re too hot right now, pal. There is heat, and then there is WHITE heat. That Adrian Tanner stunt of yours made you burning to the touch. I tell ya pal, it’s a good thing the Society of the New Breed is too self-involved to watch the rest of the show, because if any of them had seen that zombie stunt, our insurance wouldn’t have covered you.



Zoran Sainovic on Speaker: We had an arra---*



Joe Pesci: NO ONE WANTS YOU HERE... more than I do pal. We will get you that permanent roster spot as soon as we can guarantee your safety. In the mean time, I’m enjoying this a la carte menu of mayhem, so we’ll still have you keep on with the appearance by appearance basis as needed, I promise, and get you that contract as soon as is possible. Would I lie to you, buddy?



Zoran Sainovic on Speaker: Promises have already been made, Joe. I have known you as an honourable man in the past. <beat> I trust we have an understanding.



Joe Pesci <icy>: Crystal pal.



*click*



Joe Pesci <beat red>: Motherfucker! <punching a button on his phone> Alphonso, why are you working the front desk? You know that woman’s work is beneath you, and over your thick skull. Where is my secretary?



Alphonso on speaker: You have Ms. Brewster mopping the floors of the private dance area. She’s been there for an hour, but they are painfully sticky, Uncle Joe.



Joe Pesci: Cry me a river.



Alphonso on speaker: I got cousin Ronnie coming in with proofs.



Joe Pesci: Tell him I’m bus---



[Before the words come out of his mouth, another stereotype fresh off the Jersey Shore bursts into the office holding some posters. Joe throws the amazons contracts down in contempt; this flip book is never going to get finished.]



Ronnie: Uncle Joe, the cousins in marketing have just come up with the new promotional material with Suzi Spitz as champion.



Joe Pesci: Pass. Spitz is losing it tomorrow night to Timeless. No need to waste any money promoting that travesty. Matei only handed her the strap because he wanted to bone her, sadly all his bones are broken. I’d call Spitz a placeholder champ, but I wouldn’t want to objectify her. <can’t keep a straight face> HA! So just Photoshop Turner over her, then pump the whole New Year Nightmare promo budget into placing them everywhere.



Ronnie: But---



Joe Pesci: Don’t sweat the details Ron. Oh and run Menu of Mayhem past your cousins as a battleground name. It just came to me, genius that I am. Now if you’ll excuse me...



[Dejected, Ronnie turns to leave. As the office door swings open, former world champion, Radu Matei can be seen talking to the restaurant’s bartender.]



Joe Pesci <beaming>: Uh Oh! It looks like we have---*



[The door swings shut before Joe can finish his witticism.]



[The camera switches to the outside of Joe’s office, a large family restaurant with all sorts of crazy crap on the walls. You wouldn’t think it doubles as an afterhours strip club. At the bar, Radu still looks roughed up from that time he defended his title and almost died (Editor’s Note: That was all of them), but exchanges cold pleasantries with the barkeep, trying to ignore Joe’s office.]








*BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING*




[After a solid minute of figuring out how to answer it, Alphonso nods his understanding then audibly confirms it when he realizes it’s not a visual medium. A few seconds later, the world’s crappiest nepotism hire shoves the office door open again.]



Joe Pesci: UH OH! It looks like we have roa----*



[The door closes again.]



[Pause.]










*BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING*



[Alphonso picks up. Instinctively nods. Then casually reaches over to avoid attention, even though all eyes on the room are on him. The door swings open again.]




Joe Pesci <much faster and less assured>: UHOH!Itlookslikewehaveroaches!



[He got it all out before the door shut. Sweet! Opening the door himself, Pesci accepts a high five from his nephew before continuing over to his former world title holder. Shit eating grin is glowing.]



Joe Pesci: I’m talking about you, dummy! You’re the roach. Get it?



[Ignoring SWAT’s owner, Matei accepts an envelope from the bartender before turning to leave.]



Joe Pesci: How is it hanging, <venomous> champ?



Radu Matei <raising envelope>: I was just picking up my September royalties from Raymond, Joe. Oxanna’s medical treatment has been more costly than I expected. I have left a forwarding address for any residuals owed for October.

Goodbye Joe.



[The Sacrificial Idol turns his back, still favouring the left side of his body, and begins to leave.]



Joe Pesci: We could have cut you a cheque tomorrow at the Cup.





Radu Matei <tucking the envelope into his pocket>: This is it for me.




Joe Pesci: Wait.








<needs a minute for it to sink in> Are you quitting?



Radu Matei <shakes head>: I’ve removed the tarnish from the world title, restoring its lustre with my plasma, and been defeated for it by a champion worthy of praise. Suzi Spitz is the right person to take this company out from under your toxic shadow.


So you see, Joe, my job is done.



Joe Pesci: Nothing is done you lummox! Do you have any idea how much money you generate for the company? <chuckle> Not much <dead serious> but you’ve still been our top draw for the past half year, headlining almost every show! DEFEATING every member of the damn roster! You OWE us you son of a bitch! A lot of Helloween pay per view buys are counting on your appearance. You can’t ditch us now!




Radu Matei <leaning in>: Can I give you some friendly advice, Joe?



Just a tip I’ve picked up over the years that I think can help you.


If you want people to work for you, really want them to... maybe don’t spend every week trying to maim them.

You physically broke me down. I am in no shape to wrestle in a normal singles match against a jobber like Turner, let alone a series of high stakes death matches. This is what you wanted. You’re a man of your word.






Congratulations.


I quit.




Joe Pesci: WE HAVE A CONTRACT!



Radu Matei: Given everything you’ve done on <pointing> camera, I feel comfortable telling you to take me to court.



Joe Pesci: Son of a bitch. <changing tactics> You didn’t strike me as the kind of man who is only around when he’s winning, and leaves everyone in the lurch when he doesn’t have gold. I thought you had principles. I guess I was mistaken.







[Pause. Pesci smiles pleased with this new point.]







Radu Matei <beat>: I guess you were. Fuck off, Joe.



[Cold. Matei again makes for the door. Seeing the PPV cancelations, Pesci looks like he’s going to faint, but continues to chase.]



Joe Pesci: The winner gets an open contract! Main eventing New Years Nightmare in any match they want! With that contract you could challenge Timeless for the world title, or get revenge on Paul! Did you see the way he said you weren’t worth beating? Are you going to let that stand? (nothing) Zoran Sainovic has made your life a living hell. I would be willing to bring him in for you to end him if you picked up the win. What great stories! See you definitely have reasons to want to win that contract and stay in SWAT.


Not to quit.








What about the fans!?



Radu Matei: The fans hate you too.




[The front door opens, as the Sacrificial Idol ends his tenure with SWAT.]





Joe Pesci: I didn’t want to bring this up but you’re twisting my arm. Oxanna? We have him on file as your manager. Without you in the picture, his services aren’t really necessary. We cut him. He loses what little insurance we’re providing, and those medical bills get a hell of a lot steeper.



[That got the beast’s attention.]



[Even though recent events have left him unable to move like a human being, The Sacrificial Idol charges back at the SWAT owner. A half dozen roided up hulks, the PR department of Pesci’s family, barely have time to form a protective wall of muscle over the old man.]



[Pesci cowers behind his goons as Matei stalks about like an animal, testing the defenses. Knowing the backwoods Dixie regionals that Willie and him will end up working to get those medical bills covered, Deathless lets out a furious scream.]



[When the roar finally stops, the SWAT owners fear turns to confidence. He’s got this. The PR team return to their tables, as Pesci approaches Matei, the victor.]



Joe Pesci: Look on the bright side, champ, all you have to do is make an appearance. You enter the battle royal, someone turfs you. Willie keeps his coverage, and we don’t lose a hundred thousand buys based on false advertising you to be there. Easy money.



Radu Matei: My championship run was about integrity...



Joe Pesci: Tell that to the girl you let pin you.



Radu Matei: She had me beat, Joe. You saw to that. Don’t take anything else away from her; she has earned the right to be this company’s standard bearer. I enter this Helloween Cup, and I’m playing to win.



Joe Pesci: Good luck with that pal. Could you even drive here yourself? You’re easy pickings. Hell, you got Lynn Brewster in your first round. She’s pretty sure you dropped the strap just to keep her a slave. That was cold; I actually started to like you.





Radu Matei: If she was reinstated, she would still be your slave.


Her life would have been a whole lot worse.




I did her a kindness.





Joe Pesci <chuckle>: Oh. I KNOW that.




Only problem is, she doesn’t.






[Radu sighs deeply.]





[He was almost free.]





Radu Matei: It’s going to be a long Halloween.




Joe Pesci: SWAT appreciates your sacrifice.




[Patting his newest slave on the back, Joe Pesci returns to the flipbook waiting in his office.]




[Radu Matei stares down at a cockroach scurrying across the floor, then looks up at the exit.]




[So close.]

[tuxbang]

[Scene opens up to Tuxedo Mask seated in front of several plants by a window. He holds a pair of small shears and appears to be in deep contemplation. Some Tokyo lofi is playing on a TV in the background as he examines his bonsai garden.]

Tuxedo Mask: Hmm, finding the right balance is hard. Too little care and it becomes wild and untamed. Too much pruning and it's butchered. Focus, concentration, peace. Alright, let's do this.

[He examines the leaves more thoroughly when his phone lights up. He's received a text, and moments upon reading it, confusion and pondering wash his face. A moment later, his doorbell rings, and before he can even stand up, in walks "Hardkore" Jonnie "The God of Merch" Valentine.]

"Hardkore" Jonnie Valentine: Hey, glad to see you're wearing pants. We have a lot to get through and I have a massage with someone named Jamie in a half hour. I don't know if Jamie has tits or a dong but after the week I've had dealing with intellectual property law, I'm hoping they have both just so life can FUCK ME HARDER.

Tuxedo Mask: How do you keep getting into my apartment?

"Hardkore" Jonnie Valentine: First, your sales are okay but they really slowed down after we tapped the Hardkore World nostalgia market. I need you in front of the camera more doing your thing. People need to get to know you again, there's a whole new generation of girls that need wrestling branded panties and they only have enough money for one, so it better be your face I see on them and not Jeremy Tucker.

Tuxedo Mask: He has merch now?

"Hardkore" Jonnie Valentine: Not anymore. Stole the box from the warehouse and donated it to African kids. They need to switch out the Super Bowl losers wardrobe every now and then. Anyway, hop on that. Otherwise, you feeling good for Helloween?

Tuxedo Mask: Wait what, that's still a thing? What the hell Jonnie, I retired. I was just going to do a few matches for you but now you're bringing back your tournament? Am I at least getting paid?

"Hardkore" Jonnie Valentine: We both are. I'm in another round. Granted since I'm managing you, I'll take a cut- WHICH IS TOTALLY FAIR, but it's a great opportunity. If we both manage to make it to the tag round, we'll have a lot of opportunities for promo shots. Might just be Soutter's flip phone camera but it's marketable.

[Jonnie's phone rings. He answers it and walks off-screen. The camera centers on a still bewildered Tux.]

Tuxedo Mask: Well, alright. Guess I should find out what I'm doing and who I'm fighting.

[Tux looks up a few things on his phone while Jonnie is having an agitated conversation in the background.]

Tuxedo Mask: I have no idea who any of these people are. Is this an intergender league? What the hell? At least they look like porn stars but still they're like one front-fall away from leaking. Maybe we can make out or something. Alright, guess I'll get some HIIT in at the gym.

Tuxedo Mask: The past two months have made absolutely no sense. I feel like I've become the straight man in my own life.

"Hardkore" Jonnie Valentine: Alright, I gotta go get my trans-massage but I'll see you for Helloween. Still not sure how I feel about working in my own event but the times are a'changing.

Tuxedo Mask: They're not different, it's just that the IRS discovered that you actually exist.

"Hardkore" Jonnie Valentine: I meant the trans-massage too.

Tuxedo Mask: You've been seeing Jamie since the 90's.

[Jonnie points at Tux, angry but speechless, and walks away. Fade out]

[Lucky Linda]

”Folks, i am currently joined by Lucky Linda La Fe” says Glamorous Glenda. They are standing backstage in front of a SWAT Amazons banner, Linda strapping the final layer of tape around her wrist and wearing her top selling ‘Wanna get Lucky’ t-shirt. “Linda, tonight you are entered in the Hardkore Helloween extravaganza. What are your thoughts going into this wild cluster?”

“Honestly Glenda” replies Linda” I am both terrified and jumping out of my skin with excitement. This is going to be by far the most brutal match of my career, and i went toe to toe with Radu Matei for the World Belt. This will be all that and more.”

“The Founder Paul Soutter has already advanced, whoever wins your bracket will take on him and the winner of bracket three to fight for their team to advance to the final.” States Glenda.

“What a farce that match was.” Linda shakes her head in disappointment. “The founder seems to be always trying to take the easy path of late. I find it amusing how he was paired up with all the dregs of SWAT. I bet he thinks he got real lucky. Well, his luck will run out when my partner and i meet him and whoever advances with him in the semi final road to Helloween match up.”

“Thats might presumptious of you Linda, there are some of the best wrestlers in the history of the business in your bracket, for you to advance over all of them will require more than just luck”

“Since when have i only relied on Luck Glenda?” Asks Linda. “I work my ass off for this federation. For its great fans. Every show, i give my all, that is not luck. That is fact!”

“I wasn’t saying only ...”

“I have been watching what is going on around here Glenda.” Interrupts Linda. “The whole fed seems to be caught up in this KGB Vs Society gang war. Personally. I don’t see it. The Society i see, are a group of arrogant self centered old timers, who are so self absorbed with what they did back in their day, that they can’t see the great talent right in front of their faces here in SWAT today. They isolate themselves and look down on todays stars with disdain.” Linda rolls her eyes. “They KGB are even worse. The lowest of the low, pure thugs. Cowards who band together and don’t have a once of integrity between he lot of them.”

“Goth has put a curse on the lot of them”

“I saw that” replies Linda. “Good for him. It is good to see someone put up their hand and stand up for themselves. This isn’t the society Show, and it isn’t the KGB show. ITS SWAT! Radu Matei! Goth! Frostbite! Lynn Brewster! Myself! Our new WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIN SUZI SPITS! This is who i tune in to see each week!”

“Suzi winning the World Title is ground breaking, what are your thoughts on that?”

“I commend her and congratulate her.” Says Linda. “I danced with Radu and am not ashamed to say he was too much for me. She got the job done and is our new champion, the first Woman in SWATs history to hold that belt. Who knows, after tonight, i may be the first woman to win the Helloween Cup!”

“A lot you mentioned are in your bracket tonight. Most of the Society. Cobryn. Phantam. It’s a stacked bracket.”

“You know who else is in my bracket i noticed. Avery McCullen. For the last six months, i have wanted a piece of her. She and i, we have a storied history, after i get my hands on her in this deathmatch, well, lets just say, i will be surprised if she is seen again in these parts. I am going to rip her to shreds, literally. I am going to enjoy it also. Kama is a bitch, and its coming right for her in that barbed rope enclosure in the name of Lucky Linda La Fey! Everyone else in our match, once i am done with her, they will be in for the fight of their lives.”

“Thanks for your time Linda, and all the best in tonights encounter.”

“It will be grand, too be sure too be sure.”

[Jonnie Valentine]

[Open on QVC, the home shopping network. "Pro Wrestling's Own" Jonnie Valentine is seated with the two hosts; Cammie Kelly and Doug Thompson. Everyone is sipping on a mug of coffee] 


Cammie Kelly: And this is the blanket I was telling you about, Jon. Look at this, quilted sateen, the thin middle layer consists of polyester fill, and the back is a polyester plush that feels more plump and luxe than the L.L.Bean Wicked Cozy Blanket!


"Pro Wrestling's Own" Jonnie Valentine:Then I have to feel this. (rubs it between his finger and thumb) Oooh. 


Cammie Kelly: I told you. And look at this, on the outside, we have pictures of wine glasses and cats! 


Doug Thompson: Ha!  


Jonnie Valentine: That is perfect. 


Cammie Kelly: It is perfect. Perfect for sitting around the fireplace, having a couple (out of the side of her mouth) BOTTLES of wine. 


Doug Thompson: Uh oh!  


Jonnie Valentine:  We better watch this one, Doug. 


Cammie Kelly: But seriously, they're just great. I have one at home and I use it to snuggle up and watch a few seasons of Quantum Leap.   


Doug Thompson: I keep telling you, that's a new show called NCIS: New Orleans. 


Cammie Kelly: (through clenched teeth) And I keep telling you once Sam has fixed all of history's wrongs in New Orleans, Ziggy will zap him out of there. Now as we said earlier in the hour, Jon is here to give you at home a chance at exclusive SWAT apparel for unheard of low prices.   


Jonnie Valentine: That's right, Cammie. I get alot of cards and letters from fans from all over the World, and they all ask the same question.  


Doug Thompson: Ah, what did Frostbite do to have to change in the janitor closet? 


Cammie Kelly: I heard he showers in his sneakers. 


Jonnie Valentine: No, they ask me, "How can I buy more things with your likeness printed on them?" It breaks my heart to tell them to go to SWATShop.com because typically they misspell it and wind up signing up for that new sweatshop hiring site. 


Doug Thompson: Very sad. 


Jonnie Valentine: So now, thanks to my freshly inked deal with QVC, I can sell them direct to the viewers at home and cutout the middle man, namely the guy who starred in The Super. 


Doug Thompson: I was just telling my wife, I thought that The Super was much better than Raging Bull.  


Cammie Kelly: I still haven't met Carol.   


Doug Thompson: I know, it's killing her. But as I said, with her working as both a doctor and a lawyer, she only has time for the bikini photo shoots. It's funny, she said the other day, "I bet they think you made me up! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Isn't that funny??


Cammie Kelly: ...


Doug Thompson: She's also really funny because she was the one who wrote Two Broke Girls. 


Cammie Kelly: Jon, tell me about this beautiful bow-tie.   


Jonnie Valentine: This is our charcoal Stylistics bow tie and it features a wool & cotton blended fabric. 


Cammie Kelly: As you can see here, Doug. Its fine herringbone style possesses a timeless look.


Doug Thompson: I see it fine, Cammie. 


Cammie Kelly: Now tell me about this t-shirt. 


Jonnie Valentine: This is what we in the biz call, a throwback shirt. This is a 2008 Cobryn shirt that says "{Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} Puncher".


Doug Thompson: Uh oh, I don't think we can say that word anymore. 


Jonnie Valentine: It was a different time, Doug. 


Doug Thompson: Now are you allowed to sell other people's t-shirts and keep the money?


Jonnie Valentine: Cobryn wouldn't mind. He and I are just hitting a rough patch. 


Cammie Kelly: (pats his knee) I wouldn't worry about that, my husband and I are going through the same thing. 


Jonnie Valentine: Oh? Since when?


Cammie Kelly: Probably when you printed that t-shirt. Now speaking of t-shirts, when are we going to get to buy one of those "Wanna Get Lucky" t-shirts that "Lucky" Linda La Fey is selling so well?


Jonnie Valentine: Oh those? I hear they catch fire alot. 


Cammie Kelly: Really?? 


Jonnie Valentine: Yeah, you didn't hear? Those things are going up all over the place. Some poor kid in Phoenix had it real bad. Now he's got little lobster claws for hands, but it taught him the true meaning of Christmas. 


Doug Thompson: That's a beautiful story, Jon. 


Jonnie Valentine: And that's why I'm doing this Doug. I'm doing this for the little guy. A guy who works a 60 hour work week at the coal mill. He takes that coal stained paycheck down to the local mall, and wants to buy a t-shirt for his little boy or girl. Instead of the shoddy craftsmanship, cheap materials, and possible spontaneous combustion that you get with a Linda La Fey t-shirt, you can treat your child to a slice of decadence with one of these beautiful bow-ties.  


Doug Thompson: That's really magnanimous of you, Jon. They don't make em like you anymore.  


Jonnie Valentine: And I'm going to prove that Doug. Prove it by outlasting everyone in that twisted nightmare ring. Prove it by showing wrestlers who get full dental and paternity leave what barbed wire tastes like. Prove it by taking the Hardkore Helloween Cup back home to it's twisted creator. 


Cammie Kelly: Now tell us about this thing?


Jonnie Valentine: Oh this? It is a Kilroy Evans alarm clock that wakes you up by having Chips Ahoy roll into your mouth.


Cammie Kelly: Oh...I'd prefer Oreos. 


Jonnie Valentine: Who doesn't? But those Oreo people are vipers! Now, these are great for collectors. They are the only ones in existence, because of all the kids that choked to death in 2011. 


Doug Thompson: I remember that. I think that's how my nephew died. Wait, no it was bird flu. Or maybe swine flu. I feel like it was bird flu. Was there a cow flu?


Jonnie Valentine: Yeah, you gotta remember to have dreams where you're eating or it's pretty dangerous. So we're going to throw in a bow tie at no extra charge.


Doug Thompson: Look at those phone lines light up!  

[SWAT Team]

[We open to the Russian Assassin II leaning against a wall backstage, the broad shouldered man is wearing a simple black suit with a smart red tie and his old school throwback 70’s style wrestling mask with a Sickle on the forehead. On his right hand is a black fingerless glove and he idly flexes his fist open and closed.]



Russian Assassin II: You know, in ze Motherland, I witnessed many things. Men begging for their lives, women selling knock off Rolexes to pay for their husbands lives, children… breakdancing on toilet paper, not cardboard like corporate pig Amerika. Once, the tank column crushed the resistance forces, I met a young shepherd sitting in the back of a horse drawn wagon, a wagon travelling to the West— to Amerika.



[The Russian Assassin II barks a coarse laugh.]



I lifted my rifle, to cave his head in like faberge egg. You know what this capitalist scum told me?



Do you know what he told ME?



[The Assassin turn to the camera, his eyes white hot with rage, spitle dripping from his mask.]



“I have a cousin… in Amerika, Larry. Please, comrade spare me.”



I scoffed, and the man again begged, crawling through the dirt and broken cobblestones on bloody knees, clutching at my well starched pants of my uniform, “Let me go, I’ll start a new life with Cousin Larry.”



I raised the but of my rifle again, I swore at him, spat in his face, and laughed, “YOU ARE PERFECT STRANGERS!” And I swung, but then I stopped the butt of the rifle mere inches from his sobbing face. It was not mercy that stayed my hand, no, it was malice. Contempt… death by my hand would have been the mercy. It would have been honorable. So I left him to go, I hoisted him back on his wagon, and laughed as he mouthed the words “Thank you” I left him to die slowly and painfully in capitalist hell of Amerika.



Ha ha ha



[His laughter is monotone, lifeless.]



Joke is being on me now though, yes? Now I am here. As the Pee Wee once said on his great quest to reclaim bicycle, “I know you are… but vat am I?”



And now? We valk into Helloween, all of us, we bleed for mindless monkeys to clap and applaud our violence, and some of us? We don’t valk out.



Ze Bouncers of Hell, ze Cats zat are Vild, ze Goths Psychotics…we all valk in. We are all swine for ze dimes, now. Ze KGB mocks my homeland, and I sit and stew and I think of that sobbing man, crying for a cousin he did not know.



I saw him the other day, you know? That shepherd, on the Fox News, he’s doing quite vell for himself.



Soon, all of my opponents of this Hardkore Helloween vill join him, puppets of the Great Fox. Vell except for Tuxedo Mask, he has Moon Sailors to aid vith his roses. I cannot in good conscious get in the way of that, but ze rest of you?



It’s Judge Janine time for all of you.



Because I know you are… but vat am I?



[Now, genuine laughter, deep and rolling. We fade.]

[SWAT Team]

Andrew Fulton: Ladies and gentleman, it's Helloween and you know what that means, Christmas time.

Jeremy Tucker: It goes hand in hand.

b]Andrew Fulton:[/b] So this Christmas season, make sure you give your loved ones the best. Give them the gift of American cinema. Give them the hottest gift this holiday season, SWAT Presents The Essential Movie Collection. Featuring titles like Goodfellas!

Jeremy Tucker: An all time classic.

Andrew Fulton : Raging Bull!

Jeremy Tucker: A must see.

Andrew Fulton: Casino!

Jeremy Tucker: A Scorcese epic!

Andrew Fulton: JFK!

Jeremy Tucker: Provoking!

Andrew Fulton: Home Alone!

Jeremy Tucker: A Christmas classic!

Andrew Fulton: Lethal Weapon 2!

Jeremy Tucker: Eh.

Andrew Fulton: The Super!

Jeremy Tucker: Underrated comedy.

Andrew Fulton: 8 Heads in a Duffle Bag!

Jeremy Tucker: Seriously?

Andrew Fulton: Gone Fishing!

b]Jeremy Tucker:[/b] Oh come on!

Andrew Fulton: And Jimmy Hollywood!!

Jeremy Tucker: NO!! No! OK? No.

b]Andrew Fulton:[/b] Go to SWAT.com to order the best movies ever made.

Jeremy Tucker: Joe Pesci has really let this job go to his head.

Andrew Fulton: My god, Jerryy, He's a Hollywood legend. Jealous much?

Jeremy Tucker: Fans, you see the barbed wire still stranded along the ropes. It means we've got another Helloween battle royal. Hopefully this one is a little more competitive than the last one won by Paul Soutter.

Andrew Fulton: Lose the boo boo face, that was a purist's classic.

Jeremy Tucker: This one will determine who will face Paul Soutter and a partner, while they will partner with whoever wins Helloween #4.

[UFC Remix plays as Tong Fairtex comes to the ringside accompanied by his brother, Phantam Fairtex]

Andrew Fulton: It's Tong Fairtex! The KGB's enforcer!

Jeremy Tucker: One half of the SWAT Tag Team Champions Tong Fairtex. He recently successfully defended those titles against The Society of the New Breed, represented by Marty Donovan and Tuxedo Mask. Tong is the only one in this match with previous experience in a Hardkore Helloween.

Andrew Fulton: That's pretty valuable in a violent match like this,

[Tong Fairtex slides under the barbed wire and does a brief dance before going to each corner to say a brief prayer. He then goes to his corner]

Frank Salazar : "Ladies and Gentleman, this is the next Helloween battle royal. The winner of this match will team with the winner of the fourth Helloween battle royal, against Paul Soutter and the winner of the third battle royal In THE ROAD TO HELLOWEEN!. Featuring first, from Bangkok, Thailand; Standing 6 feet tall, Weighing 235 pounds...TONG FAIRTEX!!!"

[Tong Fairtex is jumping up and down slapping his body, chest and face glaring as he is introduced and Phantam Fairtex is in his corner talking and psyching him up as he also gives him instructions. The Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum boos. We see lotus flying on the Titan tron for a few seconds as more and more join in, until day turns to night as the image fades out, and the next image you see is tanks firing in the air, and right after that image we see soliders walking in unison and that image fades out and another of a huge nuclear explosion as you see nothing but ashes and dust of a city. The lights in the arena go completely dark for a few seconds as it comes back up a blue light is seen up the show of the steps as someone is standing up there wearing a gray hoodie with their head down. As they slowly pick up their head, we can see an intense look in their blue eyes, we see that it is Frostbite]

Andrew Fulton: The cold hearted bastard Frostbite comes down to the ring!

Jeremy Tucker: He went through a war in New York City and he looks to be hardened by it.

Andrew Fulton: Paul Soutter and Joe Pesci delivered a masterstroke by making all their enemies destroy each other in that cage match.

[Frostbite takes a walk down the steps as fans reached out to touch his hands or his broad shoulders. As he stops midway looking into the crowd as he nods his head as the crowd chants his name. He gets to the bottom of the step, he climbs over the barricade. He quickly takes off his hoodie and hands it over to some fan at ringside. He turns his attention to the ring and Tong Fairtex with an intense look in his blue eyes. He begins to climb the steps and jumps over the top ropes. He continues to look at Tong Fairtex, not taking his eyes off of him as the lights turns back to normal and his music fades as he is ready for a war]

Jeremy Tucker: Should he advance Frostbite has traded victories with the man he will face in the Road to Helloween, Paul Soutter in a cage match in Philly.

b]Andrew Fulton:[/b] The Mad Dog of Melbourne has his number by now.

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite also holds clean victories over JR Wrangler and Suzi Spitz the last time he was here in North Carolina. He has also wrestled for the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship against Radu Matei in Atlanta.

Frank Salazar : "From Boulder, Colorado; Standing 6 feet 2 inches tall; Weighing 225 pounds...FROSTBITE!!!"

[The Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum lets out a loud pop! Then "Take My Bones Away" by Baroness plays. One spotlight hits the entrance, JR Wrangler enters]

Andrew Fulton: Aussie Aussie Aussie!

Jeremy Tucker: Oi! Oi! Oi!

[The light follows JR Wrangler till he hits the ring. When JR hits the ring, he goes around corner by corner. Wrangler does that quarter of the Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum lights up and stays lit up]

Jeremy Tucker: Melbourne's own, JR Wrangler! After a win in Philly over Brian Acres, Wrangler has lost recent matches to Alex Simms, Tuxedo Mask, and the man standing across from him Frostbite.

Andrew Fulton: He's certainly a tall drink of water.

Frank Salazar : From Melbourne, Australia; Standing 6 feet 7 inches; Weighing 220 pounds...JR WRANGLER!!!"

[The audience gives Wrangler a warm round of applause. The Nation of Domination theme starts playing and the pyros explode. Powerhouse comes to the ramp and fireworks blow up again as he returns]

Jeremy Tucker: One half of Hell's Destruction, Powerhouse. They recently made their presence known in a dominant performance over Brian Acres, Sabrina Sinstone & Jamie Johnson in the historic Hammerstein Ballroom.

Andrew Fulton: The guy is cut and jacked!

Frank Salazar: "From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania; Standing 6 feet 5 inches; Weighing 250 pounds...POWERHOUSE!!!"

[Powerhouse slides under the barbed wire. He gets to the corners and gets the Winston-Salem crowd pumped up. "Street Fight (Rumble On Sunset Strip)" By Guns N' Roses plays and Kim comes to the ring ominously accompanied by her twin sister Jade]

Jeremy Tucker: As we have said, this is the first year that women will be allowed to compete in Hardkore Helloween.

Andrew Fulton: As we saw with Sabrina Sinstone, this probably won't go well.

Jeremy Tucker: That's preposterous, Andy. Kim is on a totally different level than Sabrina.

Andrew Fulton: Barbed wire is not a good thing for women's wrestling, Jerry. What about that don't you get?

[Kim jumps onto the ring apron and does a sunset flip over the barbed wire]

Andrew Fulton: Tong Fairtex looks like he's pretty glad to have his sister-in-law there in the ring with him.

[Kim kips up before she stands in the ring and looks around slowly from side to side before slowly and ominously taking off her dark shades and placing them in her trench coat]

Frank Salazar: From Bangkok; Thailand; Standing 5 feet 10 inches; Weighing pounds...KIM!!!"

[The fans boo. Kim glares ominously and goes to her corner. She stares at Frostbite whiles she takes off her trench coat. Jade gives her advice and psyches her up. The Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum darkens and the crowd erupts 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]

Jeremy Tucker: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]

Andrew Fulton: Fresh off of her impressive match with Hardkore World Champion Cobryn in New York, it's the former SWAT Pan Am Champion Blaze Freya!

Jeremy Tucker: Before that she's dropped a couple matches to Avery McCullen as well as Lucky Linda, so a good showing here would really help her out.

Frank Salazar: From Blackpool, England; Standing 5 feet 6 inches; Weighing 125 pounds...BLAZE FREYA!!!"

[The crowd cheers wildly and Blaze Freya flirtatiously winks at the nearest camera before standing up to her feet and walking back to her corner and stares at Kim with a determined look on her face. The Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum lights go down, as a spotlight goes over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the back of the entrance way, as "Courtesy Call" by Thousand Foot Krutch begins to play. A picture of the Italian Flag appears on the screen with the letters F.B.I over the flag, with the words "FULL BLOODED ITALIAN" is written underneath. It soon changes to scenes of mob hits, newspaper clippings from just recent to the late 1900's, but soon changes once again, to shots of the Mafioso, sitting in a large office, and in limos, and in arena's from times since past. The spotlight focuses on four figures figures standing at the back of the ramp. This is Joanne Canelli and her bodyguards]

Andrew Fulton : It's The KGB's own, The Jersey Devil Diva!

[The Winston-Salem fans jeer as Canelli and her bodyguards make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle with Reno and Rude on either side, and Scarpaci following behind. They talk among themselves, ignoring the crowd around them. When they reach the ring, Joanne Canelli slides under the barbed wire]

Jeremy Tucker: In Boston, Joanne Canelli, the loyal KGB member teamed with Soutter and "Timeless" Alex Turner in a losing effort against Psychotic Goth, Frostbite, and Alex Withers.

Frank Salazar: "From The Jersey Shore; Standing 5 feet inches 11 tall; Weighing 135 pounds... The SWAT AMAZONS CHAMPION!!!!! 'THE JERSEY DEVIL DIVA' JOANNE CANELLI!!!"

[The fans boo while Joanne Canelli stands in the middle of the ring, surveying Freya and Kim. She removes her jacket, and hands it to Reno. Benjamin Bolt begins jogging down to the ring]

Andrew Fulton: This guy has an uphill climb to say the least.

Jeremy Tucker: To say the least, he's dropped recent matches to Alex Simms and the Russian Assassin II.

Frank Salazar: "From Sydney, Australia; Standing 5 feet 9 inches; Weighing 189 pounds...BENJAMIN BOLT!!!

[Benjamin Bolt kips up to his feet and then pumps up the crowd to a mild cheer. The Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum lights dim as a blue light shines down on the entrance way. "Ride to Live, Live to Ride" by Twisted Sister starts playing. Some smoke starts coming out of the entrance ramp as Trent Jones walks out with his dark black leather pants and his black leather vest. He holds up his right fist in the air and the light goes out. When the lights come back on Trent Jones is standing in the ring.]

Jeremy Tucker: And finally here he is Trent Jones, aka TJ.

Andrew Fulton: I had a bike once, Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker: That so?

Andrew Fulton: I did. I had to get rid of it. My landlady said it would make me do meth.

Jeremy Tucker: Right. Your landlady does meth though.

Andrew Fulton: Exactly. I don't want to turn into my landlady.

Jeremy Tucker: Ah, you got to try it, Andy. The wind in your hair.

Andrew Fulton: I had no idea you ride, Jeremy.

Jeremy Tucker: Oh yeah. Well, my wife had a scooter. I used to ride the back. She used to call it, the "bitch seat". Which was unfortunate. I never...I never felt so free, Andy.

Andrew Fulton: Yes, well...

Jeremy Tucker: Yes...This is literally TJ's first match. Imagine your first match being a barbed wire battle royal, that steeps back to 1997 in lineage?

Andrew Fulton: It's like debuting in the Royal Rumble, surrounded by barbed wire!

Jeremy Tucker: The sadistic biker says he is here to make money. Not friends, not fans, but money.

Andrew Fulton: And look at the size of him, mate. He could make a mint!

Frank Salazar:"From Nowhere Particular; Standing 6 feet 6 inches tall; Weighing 354 pounds...TRENT JONES!!!

[The fans welcome Jones with an impressed cheer. The bell rings and Tong Fairtex locks up with Benjamin Bolt. Trent Jones punches JR Wrangler with a right hook, who stumbles into a dropkick from Frostbite]

Jeremy Tucker: Kim locking up with Blaze Freya as well.

Andrew Fulton: Meanwhile, Tong Fairtex and Benjamin Bolt tangling in a test of strength. Blaze Freya got the advantage in the collar and elbow tie-up and nearly snap suplexes Kim out of her boots.

Jeremy Tucker: TJ punches Powerhouse with a left hook. Powerhouse backs up. He tries to respond with a big boot but Blaze Freya ducks under it and hits Powerhouse in between the eyes with a forearm smash.

Andrew Fulton: Brave girl!

[Powerhouse just looks at Blaze Freya and snarls. Tong Fairtex has pushed Benjamin Bolt into a full bridge in the test of strength. Blaze Freya motions for Powerhouse to come on]

Jeremy Tucker: Blaze Freya having none of that nonsense from Powerhouse. Powerhouse charges but walks right into a discus punch from Frostbite.

Andrew Fulton: Tong Fairtex is dominating Bolt in that test of strength, but Trent Jones blasts him with an uppercut. JR Wrangler grabs Fairtex in a headlock. Frostbite tries to apply an abdominal stretch on Powerhouse, but he just hiptosses his way out of it.

Jeremy Tucker: Tong Fairtex atomic drops JR Wrangler, he almost goes into the barbed wire but puts the brakes on just in time.

[The fans let out a sigh of relief, and then Joanne Canelli grabs JR Wrangler from behind, ties up their legs and snaps him back to the mat with a russian legsweep. The Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum boos]

Andrew Fulton: Nice! The KGB members Kim and Joanne Canelli now teaming up and laying the boots to JR Wrangler. Now TJ joins in with some kicks to Wrangler's sternum.

Jeremy Tucker: Benjamin Bolt turns around into a kick to the chest from Powerhouse. Frostbite scoops JR Wrangler up and drops him into a shoulderbreaker.

[Tong Fairtex whacks Powerhouse in the chest with a muy thai chop. Joanne Canelli and Kim grab Blaze Freya and start battering her with punches]

Jeremy Tucker: Blaze Freya fires back with a kick on Joanne Canelli but Canelli catches it.

Andrew Fulton: Freya swings around with an enzuigiri kick to the back of Canelli's head!

[The audience pops and Canelli crumples to the mat. Tong Fairtex tries to pull Powerhouse into a piledriver but Powerhouse backdrops his way out of it]

Jeremy Tucker: Blaze Freya irish whips Kim into the turnbuckles. Kim bounces out and Freya drops down for a backdrop but Kim goes up and over with a sunset flip!

Referee: 1...(Blaze Freya kicks out)

Jeremy Tucker: Benjamin Bolt rolls out of the way of a Frostbite elbow drop. Joanne Canelli grabs Blaze Freya from behind with two handfuls of hair and drops her to the mat!

[The Winston-Salem crowd boos. JR Wrangler takes Powerhouse over with an arm drag]

Jeremy Tucker:[/b} Trent Jones grabs a bearhug on Frostbite. He clamps his arms together on the small of Frostbite's back and tries to squeeze the life out of him.

[Benjamin Bolt climbs to the second rope and leaps off with a flying body press but Tong Fairtex catches him]

Andrew Fulton: Tong got him! He drops him down into a backbreaker! Kim climbs to the top rope and comes off with a double stomp to Bolt's face while he's over Fairtex's knee!!

Jeremy Tucker: The Dragon Stomp! Frostbite bell claps his way out of Jones' bearhug and now hitting him in the chest with some blistering knife edge chops.

[The Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum lets out a loud "Woo!!" with each chop that Trent Jones answers with a kick to Frostbite's groin that makes the fans jeer]

Jeremy Tucker: Tong whacks Benjamin Bolt in the side of the head with a jumping shining wizard kick into a spinning head scissors.

Andrew Fulton: The Dragon Armbreaker! Tong keeps the head scissors while converting it quickly into a tight code red armbreaker choke!

[Benjamin Bolt screams in pain and taps out. Fairtex releases the hold and Bolt rolls out of the ring, clutching his elbow]

Frank Salazar: "BENJAMIN BOLT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY TONG FAIRTEX!!!"

Andrew Fulton: The KGB is already dominating! I love it!

Jeremy Tucker: Fans we'll be right back!

***commercial***

Skippy McScoop: Skippy McScoop here at the Live Event center, and don't forget to come out and see SWAT when we come out to your area for our live events! Worcester. Massachusetts, we'll be there on the 14th. Come out to see Kilroy Evans, Radu Matei, "Wildcat" Lynn Brewster and Psychotic Goth in action! On the 17th we're coming to Milford, Connecticut where you can see Blaze Freya, "Pro Wrestling Own's" Jonnie Valentine, Cobryn and Trent Jones! Then on the 21st, we travel to Rockford, Illinois where you can see "The Mad Dog of Melbourne" Paul Soutter, The Russian Assassin II, and "Lucky" Linda La Fey. Fans, these are matches you can only see live in person, so don't miss out. Get your tickets now before they're all gone!

[Fade back to the Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum]

Jeremy Tucker: And fans we're back! Frostbite is back on his feet and hitting Trent Jones with kicks all over his body!

Andrew Fulton: These two have really been laying into one another.

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite not afraid to mix it up with the big man. Meanwhile. Kim and Joanne Canelli double snap suplex Blaze Freya!

Andrew Fulton: You can't deny that once again, the KGB is running things here, Jerry. Tong Fairtex already has the first elimination.

Jeremy Tucker: I admit that have had the advantage to be sure. JR Wrangler climbs to the top rope, but Joanne Canelli sweeps his legs out and crotches him on the top turnbuckle.

[The fans boo. Frostbite tries to suplex Trent Jones but he's too big, and he reverses it into a suplex of his own on Frostbite. Powerhouse comes over to JR Wrangler on the top turnbuckle and hits him with an elbow smash to the forehead]

Jeremy Tucker: The KGB grab Blaze Freya for another double snap suplex but she blocks it!

[The Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum buzzes. Blaze Freya double suplexes Kim and "The Jersey Devil Diva" Joanne Canelli! The fans pop]

Jeremy Tucker: Jones pulls Frostbite up by the hair but he whacks Jones with a hard knee to the ribcage. JR Wrangler whacks Powerhouse in the side with a stiff kick. He twists Powerhouse's arm and then climbs to the top turnbuckle.

Andrew Fulton: JR Wrangler is tight rope walking with Powerhouse's twisted arm!

Jeremy Tucker: Wrangler jumps off the ropes into a crossface on Powerhouse's twisted arm!

[The fans boo as the referee checks in. Powerhouse refuses to tap out. Blaze Freya grabs Joanne Canelli around the head and drops down into a DDT! The audience pops]

Jeremy Tucker: TJ comes over and stomps the back of JR Wrangler's head to break up the crippler crossface. Frostbite comes over and hits Wrangler in the back of the head with another good kick.

[JR Wrangler tries to protect himself the best he can after those hard kicks. He staggers to his feet but Trent Jones clubs him with a left, and then a right hand punch]

Jeremy Tucker: Kim and Tong Fairtex double dropkick Powerhouse! JR Wrangler kicks TJ in the stomach to separate from him but Blaze Freya hits him with a spear into the barbed wire!!! The TORN!!

[The Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum lets out a monster pop as JR Wrangler is crucified on the barbed wire, shrieking in pain]

Jeremy Tucker: Trent Jones throws three hard punches to Wrangler's mid-section while he's trapped in the barbed wire. He backs up, measures him and drives a huge big boot Wrangler's bloody face!

Andrew Fulton: Jones now locks in a sleeper hold and falls back wrapping his legs around Wrangler's mid-section he calls Lights Out Mother Fer!

Jeremy Tucker: Careful, Andy. Me mum's watching.

Andrew Fulton: She's heard worse.

[Trent Jones thrashes JR Wrangler's head from side to side, as the referee checks in to see if he's out. Wrangler doesn't respond and the ref signals he's eliminated

Frank Salazar: "JR WRANGLER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY TRENT JONES!!!"

Andrew Fulton: The big man getting an elimination in his first match ever!

Jeremy Tucker: Joanne Canelli runs into a clothesline by Blaze Freya! Frostbite grabs Powerhouse by the shoulders for a backcracker, but Powerhouse slips out and Frostbite drops to the back of his head.

Andrew Fulton: Kim takes Blaze Freya out with a leg lariot! Powerhouse hits Frostbite upside the head with a superkick!

[The audience lets out a loud pop as Frostbite crumbles to the mat. Joanne Canelli gets on top of Blaze and hammers her with mounted punches]

Jeremy Tucker: Big TJ strangling Frostbite on the mat. Come on, get in there, ref!

Andrew Fulton: It's all legal at Helloween! Joanne Canelli pulls Freya up and whacks her with a good slap!

[The Winston-Salem fans jeer Canelli. Trent Jones continues to choke Frostbite. Blaze Freya answers Joanne's slaps with a european uppercut]

Jeremy Tucker: Powerhouse kneedrops Frostbite's forehead while Trent Jones continues to throttle him around the neck. Joanne Canelli kicks Freya in the stomach, and Kim grabs her with a release northern lights suplex! She twists her up and over into a second release northern lights suplex!

Andrew Fulton: Kim pulls her up and flips her into a third northern lights suplex but sticks the bridge on this one!

Referee: 1...2...(Blaze Freya gets her shoulder up)

Jeremy Tucker: Tong Fairtex tattoos Powerhouse in the side of the head with an enzuigiri!

Andrew Fulton: The Thailand Blaster!! Kim pulls Blaze Freya up by the hair, but Freya drops her with an STO!

Jeremy Tucker: Trent Jones butterflies Powerhouse's arms and drops down into a double underhook DDT!

Andrew Fulton:: The two biggest men in this match going at it.

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite grabs Powerhouse by the legs and stun guns his throat on to the barbed wire!! My god!

[Powerhouse clutches his throat and chest, as blood runs through his fingers. Frostbite grabs him from behind and twists him into a crossroads]

Andrew Fulton: Windchill Factor!!

Referee: 1...2...3!!!

Frank Salazar: POWERHOUSE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY FROSTBITE!!"

[The fans cheer wildly as Frostbite pumps his fist. Blaze Freya discus clotheslines Joanne Canelli and she rolls under the barbed wire to the floor]

Jeremy Tucker: Tong Fairtex grabs Frostbite with a chicken wing crossface. Freya takes Kim out with a spinning roundhouse kick!

[Kim rolls under the barbed wire to the floor. The referee checks in to see if Frostbite wants to give up, but he shakes his head. Blaze Freya signals to the fans, and they leap to their feet]

Andrew Fulton: Blaze Freya leaps over the barbed wire and takes out both Kim and "The Jersey Devil Diva" Joanne Canelli with a suicide dive!!

[The Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum roars as all three ladies lay in the aisle way. Inside the ring, Tong Fairtex pulls up on Frostbite's wrist in the chicken wing crossface as the ref checks in]

Andrew Fulton: Trent Jones takes advantage of Frostbite while he's trapped in that chicken wing crossface with a jump kick to the face!

Jeremy Tucker: Blaze Freya has Kim in front of us here at the commentary booth, and she tries to smash Kim's head into our table...but Kim blocks it.

Andrew Fulton: She smashed Blaze Freya in the face with my TV monitor! Oi, watch it!.

[The crowd boos Kim. Inside the ring, Trent Jones grabs Frostbite in an inverted facelock and drops down into a reverse DDT]

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

Andrew Fulton: Tong Fairtex climbing to the top rope, while Trent Jones waiting for Frostbite to get to his feet. He charges in with a spear...

Jeremy Tucker: But Frostbite responds by kicking Trent Jones in the stomach and dropping down into a stunner!

Andrew Fulton: "The Jersey Devil Diva is back in the ring. She gets a running start and then baseball slides into a dropkick on Blaze Freya!

[Blaze Freya smacks the railing hard! The Winston-Salem fans boo. Inside the ring, Tong Fairtex comes off the top rope with a clothesline]

Jeremy Tucker: Joanne Canelli double underhooks Freya on the floor here, and hits her in the ribcage with a few knees.

[Freya drops to one knee and acts dazed. The Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum sees their cue to yell "FINISH HIM!"]

Andrew Fulton: (startled) What was that?

Jeremy Tucker: Blaze Freya takes Joanne Canelli off her feet with a thunderous uppercut that caught her right under the chin!

Andrew Fulton: Trent Jones has Frostbite in a sleeper on the mat. It's not quite The Lights Out Mother Fer, because he can't get the bodyscissors applied. Tong Fairtex tries to join in with some kicks, but Trent doesn't take kindly to that and releases the sleeper to start punching Tong!

Jeremy Tucker: Kim smashes Blaze Freya in the head with a steel chair on the floor!!

[The fans react to the clanging sound of the chair as Freya goes down hard. Inside the ring, Tong blocks one of Jones' punches and then lights up his midsection and chest with muy thai kicks]

Andrew Fulton: I wouldn't get into a fistfight with TJ by any means, but I don't think he even wants to get into one with Tong.

Jeremy Tucker: Blaze Freya uses the apron to pull herself up part way, but Joanne Canelli blasts her in the side of the head with a Mob Hit kick!

[The crowd boos Joanne. Inside the ring, Frostbite jumps off the top rope and catches him with a springboard DDT!! The jeers turn to cheers for Frostbite]

Andrew Fulton: Out here in front of us, Kim's got that chair again. She tosses it to Blaze Freya, who catches it. Kim spins into her Death Strike van daminator, but Freya ducks it!

Jeremy Tucker: Freya smashes Joanne Canelli in the head with the chair!!

[Huge pop from the crowd. Blaze Freya grabs Kim in a suplex and then drops her on her head with a deadlift brainbuster]

Jeremy Tucker: The Blazebuster on the concrete!!

Referee: 1...2...3!!!

Frank Salazar: "KIM HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY BLAZE FREYA!!"

Jeremy Tucker: Blaze Freya becomes the first woman in 22 years to eliminate someone in Hardkore Helloween!!

Andrew Fulton: Never thought I'd see the day!

Andrew Fulton: She’s my girl!

Jeremy Tucker: We'll be right back with more of this thrilling Hardkore Helloween!

***commercial***

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[Kid holds up Radu Matei and tries to sound like him]

Kid: (Matei voice) "The Sacrificial Idol will not die!"

"And the 'Pro Wrestling's Own' Jonnie Valentine's action figure comes with it's own tiny Jonnie action figure in his hand, and a pose-able Ronnie the Merch Guy!"

Another Kid: (uses a husky voice to sound like Ronnie) "I think we'll sell 1400 units this quarter alone, kid!"

"Cobryn!"

[Kid has a Blaze Freya action figure pinning Cobryn, but the other kid pulls off Blaze's head and tosses it]

Kid: Hey, that's cheating!

Another Kid: What are you, a cop?

"Kilroy Evans"

Kid: (holding action figure, doing Kilroy's voice) "I sleep on thumbtacks and have a sports bottle of country gravy by my nightstand."

Kid: Dad? Have you seen my 110% Syberus action figure?

Dad: You mean MY 110% Syberus action figure?

Kid: Real funny, Dad. Can I have it back?

Dad: (being coy) I just think 110% Syberus enjoys it more at my office than with you.

Kid: ...OK, how do you know that?

Dad: He told me.

[Commercial music ends. Father and son stand there, awkwardly]

Kid: He...

Dad: How could you make him lose to JR Wrangler?

Kid: What...I just...

Dad: You just what? Decided to kill your territory?

Kid: (crying)

Dad: You're gonna pull this boo boo face on me now? After you just smeared shit all over the business? (Kids runs upstairs) Huh?? (shouts up the stairs) This is exactly why you were the drizzling shits at Pokemon Go!!

"SWAT Action Figures! Get them while we still have their licenses! Wherever fine toys are sold...so, not Walgreens."

[Back to the Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum]

Jeremy Tucker: Fans we're back and a bloody Joanne Canelli is brawling with Blaze Freya in front of us here in ringside.

Andrew Fulton: Canelli gains the advantage and drops Freya with a haymaker, and rolls her back into the ring under the barbed wire.

Jeremy Tucker: Trent Jones tattoos Frostbite with a clothesline. Tong Fairtrex grabs Jones by the head and throws his face into the barbed wire!!

[The Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum lets out a unanimous "OH!!" as Trent Jones drops to the mat with blood running through his fingers. He grimaces as the camera gets a close up of the gash he has on his temple]

Andrew Fulton: The KGB draws first blood!

Jeremy Tucker: Blaze busted Joanne open earlier?

Andrew Fulton: Yeah, but that was a chair.

Jeremy Tucker: Joanne Canelli twists Blaze Freya's arm, but Freya reverses it and twists Joanne's arm, then drops down into an eat defeat!!

[The audience cheers. Tong Fairtex whacks Frostbite with some muy thai strikes, but Frostbite avoids one and slips behind into a backslide]

Referee: 1..2...(Tong Fairtex kicks out)

Andrew Fulton: Phew!

Jeremy Tucker: Blaze Freya climbs to the top turnbuckle and backflips into a moonsault but Joanne Canelli puts her knees up!!

[The crowd boos as Blaze Freya rolls from side to side, holding her ribs. Blood runs down Joanne's face as she smirks]

Andrew Fulton: Frostbite turns around into a big boot by a bloody Big TJ Jones then cracks Fairtex with a headbutt.

Jeremy Tucker: TJ tries to throw Fairtex into the barbed wire but he blocks it with his foot. He bashes Jones' face into the barbed wire again!

Andrew Fulton: Trent Jones is a bloody mess!

[Some women shriek in the crowd, as TJ has blood spurt on some of the ring apron. Joanne Canelli pulls Blaze Freya up and applies a cobra clutch]

Jeremy Tucker: Italian Necktie! Meanwhile, Tong Fairtex rakes TJ's face back and forth across the barbed wire!!

[TJ rolls under the barbed wire to recover as blood pours down his face. Inside the ring, Canelli pulls back on Freya's wrist while applying pressure on the back of her neck with the cobra clutch]

Andrew Fulton: Joanne Canelli now trying to push Blaze Freya's face into that barbed wire while she's trapped in The Italian Necktie, but Freya is putting the breaks on.

Jeremy Tucker: Tong Fairtex ducks some sweet chin music by Frostbite and full nelsons him. Dragon suplex!

Referee 1...2...(Frostbite kicks out)

Jeremy Tucker: Joanne Canelli Irish whips Blaze but Freya reverses it and shoots Canelli into the barbed wire!!

[The Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum roars with a huge pop as Canelli is crucified in the barbed wire. She whips her head from side to side in pain]

Andrew Fulton: NO!!

Jeremy Tucker: Tong Fairtex tries the same thing and Irish whips Frostbite into the barbed wire, but he jumps over the barbed wire into a codebreaker on TJ standing on the floor!!

[The audience lets out a huge cheer, and jump around. A bloodsoaked Trent Jones and an exhausted Frostbite lay next to each other, panting]

Andrew Fulton: Frostbite covering big TJ on the floor!

Referee: 1...2...(Trent Jones kicks out)

Jeremy Tucker: Blaze Freya does a back handspring and catches a pin cushioned Joanne Canelli with a head scissors into a tornado DDT!!

[The Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum gives that move a round of applause. Fairtex tries to sneak up on her but she backflips into a pele kick that gets her another pop]

Jeremy Tucker: Blaze handling everyone right now!

[Outside the ring, a blood drenched Trent Jones is getting angry at himself and trying to pump himself up as the audience boos. Inside, Blaze Freya raises her hand up high into the air and sticks it down the front of her tights]

Andrew Fulton Oh come on, Tong Fairtex is a man with a very conservative upbringing. He didn't get into the wrestling business for such nonsense, Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker: And Blaze slaps the taste out of his mouth!

Andrew Fulton: Go Blaze!

Jeremy Tucker: She is firing up.

[Tong Fairtex's eyes flash with rage but before he can attack her, Frostbite sneaks up from behind and catches Fairtex with a release german suplex. He rolls to his feet and catches Tong with sweet chin music]

Jeremy Tucker: The Rebecca Plunge! Blaze grabs Joanne Canelli with a DDT but Canelli raises her onto her shoulders and drops her chest on the barbed wire with a go 2 sleep!!

Andrew Fulton: The aptly named Bulls Eye!

[The Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum rocks with boos as Blaze Freya rolls on the mat, holding a nasty slice across her collarbone. Her white sports bra begins turning pink. Joanne screams in her face, "How do you like it??" and the boos grow louder]

Jeremy Tucker: Trent Jones is back in the ring. Frostbite grabs him in a front waistlock for a german, but the big man back elbows Frostbite in the face, and Tong Fairtex comes at the stunned Frostbite with a superman punch that catches him flush!

Andrew Fulton: Joanne Canelli takes a few steps, dusts some dirt off her shoulder and Dirt Off Your Shoulders fistdrops Freya between the eyes! The KGB is back in control.

[The boos grow louder. Tong Fairtex electric chairs Frostbite up on his shoulders as Joanne Canelli climbs to the top turnbuckle. She jumps off with a hart attack clothesline that knocks Frostbite off of Tong's shoulders]

Jeremy Tucker: Fairtex Clothesline!!

Andrew Fulton: Tong Fairtex and "The Jersey Devil Diva" Joanne Canelli have a distinct advantage here being as familiar as they are with one another.

Jeremy Tucker: A bloody Trent Jones picks Frostbite up onto his shoulder and down into a powerbomb!!

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

Jeremy Tucker: Fairtex and Canelli double dropkick Blaze Freya!

Andrew Fulton: Right on that nasty cut she's got on her collarbone, Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker: The KGB now turn their attention back to Frostbite and go for a double suplex but Frostbite blocks it. Trent Jones starts strangling Joanne Canelli in the corner! Come on!

Andrew Fulton: I'm starting to think he's not such a good dude.

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite reverses into a vertical suplex of his own on Tong Fairtex and drops him into a tombstone piledriver!! Mile High!

[The crowd leaps to their feet! Blaze Freya spears Joanne Canelli into the barbed wire!! The Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum lets out a monster pop as Canelli is tangled up in the barbed wire, blood running down her grimacing face]

Jeremy Tucker: TORN into the barbed wire! Blaze Freya grabs a bloody Joanne Canelli in her rear naked choke she calls The Blackpool Blackout! She clamps down on the windpipe and cranks back on her head.

Andrew Fulton: Tong Fairtex has to help her but he's still recovering from the Mile High! He's on his feet, but Trent Jones grabs him in a triangle choke of his own! The KGB needs her bodyguards!

[Scarpaci Canelli runs over and throws his sister some brass knuckles. Meanwhile, Trent Jones pulls back on Fairtex's arm as the ref checks in with him so he doesn't see Joanne slide the knucks on her fingers. She blindly tries to locate Blaze's face, but Freya chokes up on her throat and Canelli taps out]

Jeremy Tucker: Joanne Canelli has tapped out to The Blackwater Blackout before Blaze Freya could Kiss The Rings!

Frank Salazar: "JOANNE CANELLI HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY BLAZE FREYA!!"

Andrew Fulton: Blaze is going to take the whole thing, i know it!

Jeremy Tucker: After having a three person advantage, the KGB is down to one member and he's in a Big TJ's triangle choke. Frostbite comes off the top turnbuckle with a frog splash on TJ, breaking up the triangle!

[Trent Jones under the barbed wire, trying to clear the blood out of his eyes. Frostbite climbs to the top turnbuckle and jumps off, catching Jones with a huracanrana on the floor!! The Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum rocks with cheers]

Andrew Fulton: Inside the ring, Blaze Freya springboards off the top rope with a phenomenal forearm that blindsides Tong Fairtex!

Jeremy Tucker: Freya climbs to the top turnbuckle, but Fairtex runs up to meet her and takes her over with a belly to belly superplex!

Andrew Fulton: Frostbite slides back under the barbed wire, and then gets a running start and flips over the barbed wire into a senton on Trent Jones on the floor!!

[The audience roars as everyone is lying on their backs, inside and outside the ring, trying to regain their breath. Frostbite is the first to his feet, and tries to rally the crowd but he turns around into a spear into the guardrail!! The audience "OH"s at the sound of Frostbite hitting the steel]

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

Jeremy Tucker: Trent Jones rolls back into the ring and steps on 125 pound Blaze Freya's throat with all of his 354 pounds!

Andrew Fulton: He could snap her neck!

Jeremy Tucker: Tong Fairtex climbs to the top turnbuckle and grabs him with a huracanrana but Trent Jones catches him into a last ride powerbomb on the barbed wire!! TJ Bomb on the barbed wire!

[Tong Fairtex shrieks in pain and then crumples to the mat. Trent Jones flips off with Winston-Salem crowd, then makes the cover with his forearm across Fairtex's jaw]

Referee: 1...2...3!!!

Andrew Fulton: This can't be happening!

Frank Salazar: "TONG FAIRTEX HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY TRENT JONES!!"

Jeremy Tucker: The KGB is gone!

Andrew Fulton: They had a shot at guaranteed going on to the Helloween Cup!

Jeremy Tucker: It's now down to Blaze Freya, Frostbite, and Trent Jones. Frostbite slides back under the barbed wire and catches Trent with a backcracker!

[Trent Jones sits up, arching his back in pain, and Freya blasts him in the face with a running knee strike! The fans cheer]

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite pulls Big TJ up and hammers him in the face with headbutts until he has Jones' blood all over his face, then Blaze blasts Jones upside the head with a superkick!

Andrew Fulton: Frostbite stomps Jones' chest, then stomps his bicep...we got a garvin stomp! He stomps TJ's calf, his other calf, his other bicep, and then stomps his bloody head.

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite pulls Big TJ up and Blaze Freya catches him with a rana that Jones turns into a spinning powerbomb!!

[The Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum rocks with boos. He delivers a right hook to Frostbite and then pulls him into his head. Jones lifts him up and drills his head into the mat with a piledriver]

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

Jeremy Tucker: Trent Jones lifts Frostbite up into a hanging vertical suplex.

Andrew Fulton: The big man can just leave him up there as long as he wants.

Jeremy Tucker: But Blaze Freya roundhouse kicks Trent Jones in his exposed stomach, and Frostbite falls forward into an inside cradle!

Referee: 1...2...3!!!

Frank Salazar: TRENT JONES HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY FROSTBITE!!"

Andrew Fulton: I say that's quite a debut by the man they call Andy Fulton's One Man Wrecking Crew!

Jeremy Tucker: No one calls him that.

Andrew Fulton: Not yet. But I may hire him to do my bidding.

Jeremy Tucker: What bidding?

Andrew Fulton: Oh, I've got bidding, Jerry. Don't you worry.

[The audience applauds as Blaze Freya and Frostbite realize they are the last two left. They circle one another, then Frostbite reaches his hand out]

Andrew Fulton: Don't trust him!

[Freya hesitantly shakes it, earning more applause. They lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up and jockey for position]

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite does a go behind and then pulls Freya down into a backslide!

Referee: 1...2...(Blaze Freya gets her shoulder up)

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite applies a nerve hold submission where he sticks his fingers into the side of Freya's neck. Cold As Ice!

Andrew Fulton: I bet his fingers are cold.

Jeremy Tucker: Probably checks out. The referee checks in to see if Blaze wants to give it up.

[The crowd begins clapping faster and faster until Blaze fights her way to her feet. She elbows Frostbite in the stomach, then spins around into a discus clothesline]

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite staggered but a bicycle kick from Blaze Freya drops him! Freya double stomps him in the face!

[Frostbite covers his face and stomps his feels into the mat. Freya pulls him up by the hair and Irish whips him into the barbed wire!! Frostbite hits the barbed wire face first, and clutches his face, screaming]

Andrew Fulton: Frostbite tastes some barbed wire!

Jeremy Tucker: Blaze Freya backs into the opposite corner sizing a bleeding and staggering Frostbite up, then roll flips three times to the other side and catches him with a codebreaker!!

[The Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum cheers]

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

Jeremy Tucker: She pulls Frostbite up into a DDT, but Frostbite lifts her into a fireman's carry and drops her into a cradle shock!!

Referee: 1...2...(Blaze Freya kicks out)

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite pulls her up into a powerbomb but then drops her into a cutter!! Hail Storm!

[The fans cheer. Frostbite checks his forehead and his hand comes back bloody from the long slice over his eyebrow]

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite crotchties Freya's arm through her legs and pumphandles her up, but Blaze takes him over with a frankenstiener!

[Freya gets a running start and curb stomps Frostbite's face into the mat, leaving a blood stain underneath! The fans cheer as Freya starts hooking Frostbite up in a suplex]

Andrew Fulton: Blaze Freya going for The BlazeBuster but Frostbite blocks it.

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite reverses it into a suplex that he drops into his brainbuster he calls The Snow Storm! He grabs her in a dragon sleeper camel clutch he calls The High Pressure System!

Andrew Fulton: (it finally hits him) Wait, these are all cold references...

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite cranks back on The High Pressure System, bending Blaze Freya in half!

[Blaze cries out in anguish looking for any escape. Frostbite pulls back on it more, and she taps out! The bell rings and Frostbite releases The High Pressure System as "Seek And Destroy" by Metallica plays through the Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum]

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite has done it! He's won Hardkore Helloween #2!

Frank Salazar: "THE WINNER OF HARDKORE HELLOWEEN #2...FROSTBITE!!!

Andrew Fulton: Blaze Freya can hold her head high Jerry, she is one hell of a wrestler. Forever she will hold my respect..

Jeremy Tucker: I don't think she cares, Andy. Frostbite and the winner of Hardkore Helloween #4 will wrestle Soutter and the winner of the next Hardkore Helloween #3 in a barbed wire tag team match known as The Road to Helloween.

Andrew Fulton: Then the winning team will face one another in a barbed wire match to decide the winner of The 2019 Helloween Cup!

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite a bloody mess, and Soutter will probably be fresh as a daisy after having a comparably easier Helloween with his handpicked opponents.

Andrew Fulton: I'm starting to think you don't like him.

Jeremy Tucker: More Helloween, coming up!
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[thejerseydevildiva]

Act 1: Blood Lust

"Your impotent men with their foolish spells cannot protect you from my power. I condemn you to living death. To eternal hunger for living blood!"
Dracula




The scene opens on the beautiful city of of Manhattan. The night had come on quick, and the stars were dimly lit behind the bright lights of the city. The smell from the restaurants mixed with the gas from the cars, and burnt diesel from the big trucks that wound themselves through the city. The harbor was quiet, and a few lights from the party cruises that drifted up and down the harbor passing by the Statue of Liberty that was lit from top to bottom. The camera moves back over the city, passing over Broadway, as the theaters started to let out, and the streets filled with limos, and town cars.  The camera soon comes to a stop on the Hammerstien Ballroom. The ballroom itself was empty except for a few hands that were getting everything ready for the big move to the next city. The camera moves back to where the dressing rooms are, and we see Joanne moving through the hallways, with Radu's blood still upon her face. Her eyes glow red as she looks around, feeling the blood surging through her. Reno and Rude soon find her and follow behind her.

Reno: Boss are you alright?

She doesn't seem to hear him, but lost in her own thoughts.

Rude: Boss?

She turns and looks at them with her eyes slowly turning back to their normal color as a growl escapes her throat.

Joanne: I'm sorry?

Reno: Are you alright? I mean you went crazy in the ring.

Rude: Did you feed before you went into that match?

Joanne looks at him and shakes her head.

Joanne: No... I was so worried about what I was goin' to do to the others in the match, that I really didn't think about it.

Reno: Damn, no wonder you went crazy. Are you alright now?

Joanne: Yeah... I'm just tryin' to get over what happened. I lost the match and I almost drained Radu completely...

Rude: Yeah we noticed that... Hell everyone noticed it.

Reno: How are you going to explain that?

Joanne: Simple... I cut him, sunk my fake fangs into his neck, and drank from him. It's what Seph has been doin' for years!

Rude: What the hole a vampire, pretending to be a human, pretending to be a vampire?

Joanne nods.

Joanne: Yeah. I'm goin' to get cleaned up and then we can head home. I need to rest.

Rude: Sure things boss. Do you want one of us to stay with you?

Joanne: No, I'll be fine. You two get the car and I'll meet you out in the parkin' lot.

Reno: If you're sure.

Joanne: I'll be fine. I'm a big girl. I can handle myself.

They nod and walk away leaving Joanne alone. Her high heeled shoes click along the floor, as she heads back to her dressing room. She soon starts to remove the suit jacket and tosses it on the bench before starting to remove the rest of her clothes. Her lightly tanned body is seen from behind as she steps into the bathroom and the sound of water running is soon heard, and steam rolls across the floor. The camera moves into the bathroom and we see the figure of Joanne standing with her back turned and her face turned to the hot water with a strange smile on her face.

Joanne: Radu...

Her eyes glow red as the scene fades to black.

After round 1 of Helloween

The scene opens on the backstage area where we see Joanne moving along the hallway, with fresh blood still dripping down her face. But she seems to be smiling all the while as she does. The EMT's try to check on her but she just waves them away, and continues along. She soon rounds a corner and runs into Glamorous Glenda.

GG: Miss Canelli!

Joanne: Can I help you with somethin' Glenda?

GG: I was wonderin' if I could get a few words about what happened in the match last week against Radu...

Joanne: What do you think happened?

GG: It looked like you bit him and...

Joanne's eyes glow red, as Glenda backs down a bit.

Joanne: That's what it looks like, but I didn't... Now is there anything else that I can help you with?

GG: Yes... I wanted to get a few words about the match you just came from? You don't seem upset... Is there a reason why?

Joanne: Not really. It's just somethin' that I heard earlier or rather found out...

GG: Care to let us in on the secret?

Joanne: No... It's a big surprise and it's one that I don't want to spoil.

GG: Do you have anything to really say to your former opponents in that match?

Joanne: Not really. What is done is done. I mean I can't change the outcome more than a leopard can change its spots. I mean yeah I lost but I don't care. I took out the ones that I wanted to and besides... Blaze Freya learned her place tonight after Frostbite put her over the top. If she wants to come at me for my title then I'll gladly face off against her, or anyone for that matter. I'm what you call an equal opportunity ass kicker.

GG: What about the rest of the members from KGB?

Joanne: We all tried to do what needed to be done. But what does that matter? I mean look at us! We are the strongest group in the company right now, and there is no one that can stop us. Now if you excuse me, I'm heading out for the night. Oh and one more thin'...

Glenda looks up at Joanne as her eyes start to glow.

GG: And what's that?

Joanne: I'll be watchin' you Radu!

With that Joanne walks off, leaving Glenda alone, as the scene fades to black.

[theheel]

[Does anyone else just see Ed Dubin as Ed Kemper? It can't just be me. Ed Kemper would be a pretty cool gimmick. I'm sure if Jonnie wasn't so broke and desparate to make some money he would do something hilarious with that.]

Cobryn: Ahem.

[Right. Ladies and Ladies and Blaze, I give you Cobryn.]

Cobryn: So Cobryn decides to save this promotion and that fat fuck Soutter puts the Cobryn in a battle Royal with Kilroy and Donovan and Jonnie and other people Cobryn doesn't know.

Jonnie, Cobryn has never had to step in a ring with you where Cobryn has had to actually face you. And before you recruited "fake Cobryn" to try to take my place and became a stand up comedian, Cobryn respected you. It's hard for Cobryn to say these words because if it wasn't for Jonnie Valentine, Cobryn might not be Cobryn.

[Cobryn shakes his head]

Cobryn: So Cobryn challenges all of you to take a good look in the mirror and realize that the real Marty Donovan only thinks about the real Marty Donovan. That Kilroy is distracted easily by ham sandwiches and Cobryn can give Kilroy a lot of ham sandwiches. While you're worrying about jumping Cobryn, think about who is behind you and how important this match is on a singular basis. Because despite what you believe, this farce is not the real Society of a New Breed. It's not the place where we would die for eachother. It's a little broken and Cobryn can see that.

So, the when you're in that ring and Jonnie has you singing Kumbayah, remember you're just a stepping stone for Jonnie to get that good and make some real money. Remember that Marty Donovan is less trustworthy than Tong Fairtex living less than two blocks from an elementary school.

You're basically one drop kick to the curb away from laying right next to Cobryn in that ring.

And I'm offering $200,000 to anyone in that ring that will stand beside me and make the odds a little more even.

Why? Because Cobryn is fucking rich and Cobryn is honest. Cobryn will take you out, but Cobryn will not put on some facade to make you think Cobryn is your friend. You know where you stand with me and I'm not going to play mind games and make you think otherwise.

Marty Donovan, Despite everything you have heard, It was not Cobryn who hit you with coconuts. Why would Cobryn do that? Cobryn doesn't care enough about you to do that. Cobryn has already spend hundreds of Soutters dollars trying to figure out who the real attacker was. It was probably Big Stan. Aybe it was Kilroy Evans. He always wanted your spotlight. Maybe it was Tuxedo Mask, who never could generate his own heat on his own and lived off of Jonnie Valentine.

You and I could do great things together Marty. We could make a real Society. I have Cyrus Williams and Rally Jackson on speed dial. You don't need to hock merchandise like a pan handler in Oahu near Waikiki beach.

It's too late for Jonnie, he's done a little too much coke off of Kilroys wife's tits to think straight. But me? Cobryn has razor focus and nothing to lose tonight.

Think about your decisions, because everyone has a price. And there's only one man who can pay it... Do you really want to close that door on the premise that Jonnie Valentine really has your best interests in mind?

[Cobryn shakes his head]

Cobryn:. In fact I know already I've gotten to a few of you. You just don't know who yet. Don't go down with the ship. Get on my yacht instead. Fuck fine women. Drink the best champagne. You're talking to a Rolex wearin, Diamond ring wearing, Kiss stealing, Wheelin Dealing, limousine riding, Jet Flying son of a bitch.

Think it over. The Cobryn Hotline is taking calls.

[radu]

[Our scene opens on Radu Matei in the backstage area... walking!]


[The Sacrificial Idol has a real sprint in his step, its almost other worldly.]







[Staring down at his feet, Deathless relishes the lack of a limp.  Then he notices the smoke.  No, not smoke.  Fog.  A thick layer of fog envelopes the cheap linoleum floor.  Did the lights get darker?  This hall seems to be going on forever.  At least there's another figure up ahead.  Radu picks up his pace, getting closer and closer to a curvy female figure.  He knows that hair.  Not the first person he'd want to see, but any company works in strange situations.  A friendly call reverberates like a mute trumpet.  Unbreakable M sounds like an adult off a peanuts show.  The sound confuses him.  Is this more of the concussion?  He tries again, letting out a stream of gibberish.  Its loud enough to get the figure's attention...]





[Cradling the limp body of a child, Joanne Canelli turns to greet the beast, the bright red blood drips off her lips, sliding down onto porcelain skin.]












[The child's head falls off.]


[Piercing grey eyes shred Radu Matei's soul, as the man who withstood everything this federation had to throw at him, falls to his knees, crushed under the forbidding weight of this perversely seductive evil.  Tossing the child's body aside, Canelli dives towards this newest prey.  Caught in a trance, Matei cannot stammer a defence before Canelli pulls him into a tight embrace.  Brandishing long, razor sharp fangs, Joanne tears into the Sacrificial Idol's throat.  Crimson bursts forth like a geyser, followed by...]


[Darkness.]


The Sacrificial Idol in
SMALL LIVES

"Flies...

Flies?

Poor, puny things.

Who wants to eat flies?!"

[Radu Matei wakes in a cold sweat.]

"YOU do you looney!"

[Neck hurts.  Slept on it funny.  Unbreakable M remembers that pain.  He tries to avoid it.  If he experiences a throbbing that bad, it can only come from one thing.  Falling asleep on a bench in the locker room.  Locker room?  Christ.  Pesci kept him from quitting.  It's SWAT Dixie all over again.  Forced to bleed against his will.  Against his will.  That was one hell of a nightmare.]

"Not when I can get nice, FAT spiders!"

[The nightmare.  Pulling back some medical gauze, Matei fingers his latest scar tissue.  Two deep puncture wounds on his neck, courtesy of the Amazon champion.  One hell of a hickey.  He lost a lot of blood.  Must have caused an iron deficiency, because he's been hungry ever since.  Slowly opening his eyes.  It takes longer than usual to adjust to the light.  Sitting up from his coffin like bench, Matei finds his detective skills to be sharper than a stake.]

"All right, have it your own way."

[The SWAT Locker room...]

[Though it currently looks like an medical tent on a warfront, with bodies strewn about and blood everywhere.  Another hallucination?  No.  The end results of the Halloween Cup, a concept so violently asinine it could only spring from Hardkore World.  Victims of the first two battle royals are treated by medical staff, though there seems to be a shortage of supplies with everyone treating their bodies like they were Radu Matei tonight.  Brien O. Thomas sits on the floor, holding a towel to his arm to try to stop the flow of blood.]

Radu Matei <pulling his stuff over to clear space>: Thomas you should have woken me, you need this bench more than I.  Be comfortable!

Brien O. Thomas <trying to wave a hand to stop him only to reopen some stitches>: Don't worry about it, champ.  You're working through more pain than me, and thats from matches you did months ago.

[Matei starts to argue this, when he can see how exhausting it would be for his benefactors.  The respect in the openers eyes makes him uncomfortable.  Trying to look away to break communication, The Beast of Dixie spots a television in the corner.]



"Yes, master...."

[Breaking away from the constant stream of commercials that currently make up SWAT programming, someone ha switched the channel to the 1931 Tod Browning version of Dracula.  Halloween night.  At least that explains the nightmares.  Matei wipes the sweat from his brow.  He's practically swimming.  High fever.  Finally sick enough to call it quits, and Pesci keeps him there.]

"Master, you've come back.

No Master, please!  Please don't ask me to do that.  Don't... not her!  Please!  Please don't master...don't... please... please!"



Aaron Acres: Dad!  When are we going to go trick or treating.

Brian Acres: Soon Aaron, I just need the nice nurse to give me the all clear. <turning to Radu> I thought when Pesci put us all in the opener, we'd be able to go home early and make the most of it with family.  Turns out he just wanted to give Soutter an easy win. <fighting back tears trying to look strong in front of his boy while talking to Matei> Going off track records and statistics, that's fine. <beat> Its not too insulting.  But Soutter ended up taking a lot of liberties in there, hurting us not because he needed to, or the match would be better, but just because he could.

Brien O. Thomas <wedging the towel between his arm and the wall to try and quench the blood>: Who are we to fight back <eyes roll> against the great Soutter.

Sabrina Sinstone <holding an ice pack against her forehead>: The son of a bitch.

Paramedic <checking Acres>: Looks like between the cheek and the nose you're going to need a few dozen stitches.  You're next after I finish up <nodding at Souza> with him.

TJ Souza <stomach is a gory mess>: No problem, take care of Brian first.

Brian Acres: That's ok, TJ-

TJ Souza <waving him off>: I'll be fine as long as I can do this. <busts out a macarana> See! <not going to cry even if his intestines spill out onto the floor> HEEEEEEY... macarana!

Brian Acres <putting a hand on his friend's shoulder to stop him>: Thanks anyway bud. <nodding at Aaron> We don't have that kind of time.  I figure I look like a pretty good zombie, right Aaron?

Aaron Acres <super excited>: The best Dad!

Brian Acres <blood dripping off his face with each word>: Then lets go out there and show them that the only costume cooler than a zombie is a zombie farmer.  Because all American farmers will be zombies soon if big agro gets there way!

"Zombie Farmer" Aaron Acres: Yay!  Candy!

Paramedic: I can't let you-

[The child runs off in search of sugar.  Brian Acres starts to smile at his son's enthusiasm only to retract the facial movement in agony.  Its going to be a long night.  Matei watches the two exit, fairly certain that the child's costume is a tool to push a political stance.  Aren't they all?  Matei then turns his look back to the horribly mistreated openers of the SWAT family.  They were one of the few things he was going to miss.  Before Pesci forced him back.]

"Be guided by what HE says!

It's your only hope!

It's HER only hope."

[Having reached another commercial break, the set in the corner has turned back to Dracula.]

"I BEGGED YOU TO SEND ME AWAY..."

[Fucking Pesci.]

"But you wouldn't!

Now its too late!  It's happened again!"

[They seem to forget a simple fact.]

"What's happened again?"

[When Radu Matei first came to SWAT, he made the KGB look like good guys.]

"...window in the moonlight.  And he promised me things.
Not in words, but by doing them.
By making them happen.

A red mist spread over the lawn.  Coming on like a flame of fire!

And then he parted it.

And I could see that there were thousands of rats, with their eyes blazing red!  Like HIS only smaller.

And then he held up his hand, and they all stopped.

And I thought he seemed to be saying, rats, rats, RATS, NOW!  And there were millions of them!

All with BLOOD!

ALL THESE WILL I GIVE TO YOU!

If you will obey me."

"What did he want you to do?"

"That which has already been done."

[The monitor shows a scene of Renfield from the movie.  Renfield.  A lunatic in an insane asylum who acts as the vampire's thrall for promises of eternal life.  Consumer of insects.  Wanting mastery over small lives.]

[Small lives.]

Radu Matei <rubbing his temple>: You hear Hell's Bouncer say I was ducking him?

TJ Zousa: Yeah, forget the fact that every time there was a free show for a title shot, the stupid bastard was finding his smile, or faking an injury, or taking a breather.  His moves... are not smooth.  Don't take him personal, champ, we all know what side of his ass he's talking out of.

Sabrina Sinstone: Yeah, its nice that even if we were working the first match, we didn't have to work with the most embarrassing guy on the roster.

Radu Matei: And Psychotic Goth said his losing on an XHF show put SWAT on the map?  Like the previous decade was nothing?  Shit like that will make HB look like the smart one.

Brien O. Thomas <holding his arm in agony>: I don't know what meds Goth's supposed to be on, <grimace> but I could sure use them.

[The laugh at that forced joke is loud enough that it might actually be for Goth's inane comments.]

Sabrina Sinstone: Between those two and Brewster, I don't envy you, Rad.

[Unbreakable M flinches.]

Radu Matei: The thing is.  I'm here.  I've spent the last half year building up the strap and the company.  In beating me, I hope Suzi Spitz got the momentum she needed to carry the belt into a new spectrum of greatness.  She was a star before she beat me, but I hope the win was an accelerant for her.  Pesci forces me to come back here for one more show.  I have to take it in the same stride as the belt.  I have a pretty good track record in SWAT.  So just eliminating me will help someones career.  Rather than focus on Joe trying to kill me in the ring, I'm looking on the positive.  Besides Joe's pockets, who else can my appearance help?  I'm sorry its not going to be in the ring with one of you, honestly.  ...But SWAT has a big roster, and a lot of promising stars.  If tossing me is what Russian Assassin needs to not be the Bruno of the New Breeders, then all the best to him.  Hell, let Beelzebozo remind everyone why he was the best that SWAT had to offer in the pre-DRAMA days.

...at least that's the mindset I started tonight with.  Back here, seeing what unprofessional bullshit Soutter put you through?  That's given me other ideas. 

Winner of my battle royal ends up with the winner of yours.  Soutter.  If I survive the next match, then my prize is teaming with the bastard who hurt all of you.  Putting us in a situation where we have to trust one another to survive. <snort> A chance to show Soutter what happens when you put your physical wellbeing in the care of another person, and they completely disregard you, like you didn't matter.  Like you were worthless.

He called me worthless.  Said I wasn't worth beating for the title.

I have a tough skin.

He treated you all like you were worthless too.  That's fucked up.  

WE are SWAT.  This company is built on OUR hard work.  He's so busy hobnobbing with actors that he forgot the value of wrestlers. <tick> I'm not saying I have much left in me to go too far tonight, but I am going to do my all to get to that second round and see that Soutter PAYS for what he did to you.  Us.  

That he remembers the worth of life.

[Small lives.]

Radu Matei: Pesci will REGRET beating THIS dead horse.

[On the television Renfield continues in his hysterics.]

[Images of Joanne Canelli dripping with blood still haunt his mind.  The boys seem happier with this speech.  Matei tries to muster a smile.  A paramedic finally walks over to the one wrestler who hasn't had a match tonight.]

Paramedic #3: Oh cool - you're dressed as Hush from Batman?  Great costume!

[Enough eye is peeking out from Matei's bandage wrapped head to note annoyance.]

Paramedic #5: Jeez Frank!  Don't be so stupid! <giving Matei the thumbs up> He's clearly Darkman!  That movie owns. <pointing at Dracula on the monitor> Way better than this black and white shit.

Sabrina Sinstone <waving over a videographer and trying to save the former champion from these buffoons>: Hey Rad, you want to share a few thoughts on your opponents tonight?

Radu Matei <reaching out to take microphone>: Sure Sabrina...

[Covered in Sabrina's blood, no sooner has Matei grabbed the microphone than it slips out of his hand.]





#BUMP#






[Mic drop.]

[Radu Matei focuses on the blood on his hand.  A drop in the ocean to come.  He sure hopes those dreams are just a combination of painkillers and the holiday season...]

[...Because the hunger is real.]

[Soutter]

[We switch to the KGB dressing room, the Founder, Mad Dog Paul Soutter is sitting in there scrolling his phone, Bruno by the entrance, his arms folded. Suit is in his ring gear, he hasn’t even worked up a sweat in his qualifying for the Road to Helloween tag semi final. He drops the phone on a table, plonking it more than dropping.]

Soutter : You see this dawg. Randy Orton is in a twitter war with some turkey called Tony Khan, who the fuck is Tony Khan?

Bruno : No idea boss. I haven’t watched anything non SWAT for 5 years.

Soutter : What about the rest of the XHF?

[Bruno shrugs and holds his hands out like, what about them.]

Soutter : Fair call. So, looks like the Snow Flake just advanced. Looks like i got another easy match up now heading into the final.

Bruno : (deep booming voice) YEAH!

Soutter : Maybe we should do a HB and go through the rest of the card wrestler by wrestler and ponder whom my partner will be and who will join Frosty.

[Suit stands up and walks across to a conveniently placed white board. Grabbing a marker and starts doodling, first he draws a big pair of tits. ( . ) ( . )]

Bruno : YEAH!

Soutter : You ever seen that movie where the kid has an addiction to drawing cocks? Super Bad! One funny god damn show, i think i have something similar but with TITS.

[He draws another 20 pairs of em. Juicy ones. Perky Ones. Mammoth ones. Pointy ones. Saggy ones. Busty ones. Tits. Tits, tits and more tits.]

Soutter : (looking at his handywork and pondering) ... Where were we?

Bruno : Doing the HB talk about everyone in the match thing?

Soutter : Screw that. That’s as lame as Pesci buying this Hardkore theme for Helloween and thinking the Society are going to be some sort of money making machine around here.

Bruno : You weren’t on board with that?

Soutter : They are a disgrace. I can’t wait to win their stupid trash Halloween Cup and rub their stinking faces in it. This place Bruno. IT IS OURS!!! THE KGBs! We built this place, we bleed for it! We saw the state this business was in, and WE came back and rebuilt what the world see’s now. US!

Bruno : YEAH!

Soutter : Cobryn saw the light. He kicked Valentine and them Jamookes to the curb. He smashed that imposter of his Syberus around like the Fruit he is. Where is he anyway? Why isn’t he in the Cup with everyone else?

Bruno : Du ...

Soutter : I’ll tell you where he is (interrupts Suit) He is hiding. He knew he had no chance in hell of winning this Cup. So, he took the 110% way, and sat it out on the sidelines. 110% Syb move that. Everyone else in it knows that can’t win either and that it’s all mine for the taking, but they at least give it a go and TRY. That, you peaheart, is 110%!!!

Bruno : YEAH!

Soutter : Just you watch Bruno. I am going to make mince meat out of the Snow Flake, his partner, and then, whomever my partner is as well. Timeless is gonna beat that skirt and bring the gold to the Bandits. It makes my skin crawl having a broad as our World champ. Makes my blood boil. I blame Matei for that.

Bruno : YEAH!

Soutter : He will get his too. I got a list, its long and distinguished, and so is my Johnson.

Bruno : YEAH!

Soutter : (gives Bruno a puzzled look for the Yeah agreement to his Johnson) When you are the Founder, everyone wants a piece of you Dawg. They all want to leech the spotlight, they all think the owner can’t win anything, but fuck that. I don’t even own this place anymore. Joe does. Am i his number one guy? God damn right i am, does that mean i have to put over every turkey who calls out my name? Not on your fucking life!

Bruno : YEAH!

[Soutter looks to the camera and mouths “YEAH” as we fade.]

[Jonnie Valentine]

Jeremy Tucker: Fans we're almost set for our next Hardkore Helloween but first let us tell you about some upcoming events we have. Coming up in December we have...


Andrew Fulton: Sorry to interrupt, Jeremy but our camera man, who goes by the name "Polish Joe" hasn't got you in frame. Might want to start over there. 


Camera Man: First of all, I told you to stop calling me that. It's just Joe. Next time, I'm going to HR. 


Andrew Fulton: Drag me in front of Mormon Shiela, eh?


Camera Man: And secondly, I'm being told we have an interview to get ready for. 


Jeremy Tucker: Interview? I wasn't told about any interview. Why didn't anyone let me know? 


Camera Man: (shrugs)


Skippy McScoop: Step aside, step aside. OK, you got me? 


Camera Man: Uh huh.


Jeremy Tucker: Skippy? What are you doing here?


Skippy McScoop: What that painted cow Glamorous Glenda is supposed to be doing. My job! I got a big scoop, and I don't need either of you overpaid Aussie ginbags horning in on it. 


Andrew Fulton: Oh, he got you there, Jeremy.


Skippy McScoop: Ok, so we establish with a tight single shot, then when the music hits, pull out to get a shot of him. I want a tight two shot of us for the interview, and push in for reactions to my questions. 


Camera Man: I've done this a million times. 


Skippy McScoop: Not for me you haven't, and I want everything....

["My Heart Beats With People" by Jonnie Valentine plays and the Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum jumps to their feet. A highly agitated and sweaty Jonnie Valentine comes down to the ring in his red tasseled jacket. He slaps the fans hands, but his heart clearly isn't in it. Even when he hugs an elderly woman in the crowd, he seems preoccupied. He grinds his teeth and is going as if he's been sped up]


Jeremy Tucker: "Pro Wrestling's Own" Jonnie Valentine is out here in an unscheduled appearance and boy does he look...


Andrew Fulton: I think the term is "keyed up", Jeremy. 


Jeremy Tucker: Thank you, Andy.


[Jonnie Valentine poses in front of a sign a fan brought that says "Jonnie Valentine, America's Only Hope Against The KGB". He then walks over and shakes a security guard's hand]


"Pro Wrestling's Own" Jonnie Valentine: Thank you for your service, man. 


Jeremy Tucker: What an amazing person Jonnie Valentine is. Thanking that security guard for all that he does. 


Andrew Fulton: Like what? Protecting the t-shirt tables from ISIS? 


Jeremy Tucker: This is why no one came to your pot luck. 


Skippy McScoop: Jonnie...Jonnie, if I could just have a moment. Jonnie? 


[Jonnie is still shaking the security guard's hand then looks to see who's calling him]


Skippy McScoop: Jonnie? Over here, Jonnie? 


[Jonnie spies Skippy and then starts making his way over there, past Andrew Fulton and Jeremy Tucker]


Jonnie Valentine: Phil, Guillermo. (to Skippy) Hey Mr. McScoop, what can I do for ya? 


Skippy McScoop: You were the one that came out here.


Jonnie Valentine: That's right. (sweating profusely) Man, is it hot in here? 


Skippy McScoop: It's the coldest day on record. 


Jonnie Valentine: Well maybe it's the love of the people I'm feeling here. And my heart is RACING! (mild pop) Racing because Mr. Cobryn just offered anyone in The Society of the New Breed $200,000 to turn against me. Now I bet he could offer every single fan in this arena $200,000 and not one of them would betray me. 


[Crowd pops, and Jonnie steps back. He snaps his head from side to side, soaking in the fans assuring him of their loyalty. He nods back in appreciation]


Jonnie Valentine: Thank you. Thank you. That means so much to me. But Mr. Cobryn could offer my brothers in The Society of the New Breed a billion dollars, and it wouldn't matter. Because The Society of the New Breed is powered by the most limitless resource in the world. Friendship. We're like a locomotive. There's 110% Syberus in a conductor outfit, with a kicky little scarf around his neck. He gives ya a "how do ya do" as we pass by. And there's Kilroy Evans, shoveling the friendship into the furnace while he whistles a little tune. He's got a little soot on his face, but that's OK. The Russian Assassin II goes up and down the aisle, taking tickets and making sure no one cracks from capitalist amorality and throws their Mama from the train. Tuxedo Mask is that funny hobo who hops a ride and regales us with tales about his topsy turvey over a cold can of beans. And Marty?


[Camera zooms into Jonnie's face as he grows dead serious]


Jonnie Valentine: Marty is the toot toot. And there ain't no train without the toot toot, Mr. McScoop. Is there?


Skippy McScoop: God no.  


Jonnie Valentine: (fighting back tears) And Mr. Cobryn is trying...he's trying to take away our toot toot! Or our loveable tramp! Or the big hearted friendship shoveler! 


Skippy McScoop: What a monster! Should we kill him?


Jonnie Valentine: ...well, no, Skippy. But what we are going to do is make sure he doesn't advance to the Road to Helloween match. What we are going to do is show that The Society of the New Breed is united by making the day Mr. Cobryn  stepped into a barbed wire ring the worst day of the rest of his life! 

["My Heart Beats With People" by Jonnie Valentine plays and The Winston-Salem Memorial Coliseum cheers. Jonnie slaps the fans hands up the aisleway as he returns back to the locker room]

[averymccullen]

Act 1: Another Chance


The biggest risk is not taking any risk... In a world that changing really quickly, the only strategy that is guaranteed to fail is not taking risks.
Mark Zuckerberg


The scene opens on the beautiful city of Winston - Salem North Carolina. Another day had started and the sun had already started to rise over the beautiful city. The camera moves over the city and soon comes to a stop on the Embassy Suites Hotel. It moves up the building and soon comes to a stop on one of the rooms that over looked the city. The heavy curtains had been drawn across the tall windows, and all that could be seen is a clock that read 8:30 am in neon green lights. The silence is broken by the sound of a cell phone ringing, in the darkness as a slender hand comes out from underneath the blanket to pick it up. We see that it is Avery, pushing back the blanket and looks at the phone and sighs. She sets the phone back on the table and turns over seeing that a rather built tall man lying beside her. Her eyes get wide as she realizes who it was. It was Johnny Reb. She slowly slides from the bed wearing nothing more than what appeared to be his shirt that read "Cowboy Shit" on the front. He opens his eyes and smiles as he sees Avery sitting on the edge of the bed.

Johnny: Morning.

Avery: Hey...

Johnny: Last night was something else.

Avery: Yeah it was. I have to admit I haven't put someone's boots under a bed in a long time.

Johnny: Where are you going so early?

Avery: No where really... My phone went off and...

He leans in and kisses her as she smiles softly as the kiss breaks.

Avery: If you keep doing that I'm not going to leave.

Johnny: Do you have to?

Avery nods.

Avery: Yeah I do. I still have to get ready for my match in a few days time.

Johnny: Do you want me there?

Avery: At ringside?

Johnny: Hell yeah at ringside. I mean it's going to be one hell of a match isn't it?

Avery: Aye... Elimination. Over the top. If you see me coming over the top, catch me and toss me back in.

Johnny: You know I would.

Avery smiles softly and gets to her feet, sliding on a pair of black jeans, and heading toward the other side of the room.

Avery: I guess I better give you back your shirt...

Johnny: Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.

Avery: Thank you.  I better get ready to go. Are you headed home?

Johnny: Yeah I better. I have to start getting ready for my own. Call me later Red.

He smiles as he slips his tight jeans on, and grabs his hat, and boots. Johnny grabs his leather jacket and turns kissing her on the cheek once again and walks out of the room leaving Avery alone once again. She sighs, and lowers her head as she grabs her phone. She looks down and sees a message from with the letter E as the name.

E: Where are you?

Avery: My hotel why?

E: We've been trying to get a hold of you all night. It kept going to voice mail.

Avery closes her eyes and smiles softly before typing once again.

Avery: Sorry Em. I passed out early last night.

E: Really?  There is something you're not telling me... I know there is.

Avery: Alright... You can't tell anyone else... But I spent the night with Johnny.

She sighs and shakes her head.

Avery: She's actually speechless for once...

No answer comes and Avery starts to gather her stuff up as she waits.

Avery:  I know what you're all thinking... But Avery you're a married woman, you shouldn't be sleeping with someone that isn't your husband! Well guess what I don't give a rats ass what any of you think. Yes my husband is in a coma, but this is the happiest I have been in a very long time. I love Mike don't get me wrong, but with this time on my own I've been thinking a lot lately and I'll be alright on my own. Johnny reminds me a lot of myself and I think that is why I get along so well with him. He's laid back, can drink like a fish, and a is a man of the land. But enough about my personal life... I have a match coming up and what a match it's going to be.

She looks at herself in the mirror and starts to brush out her hair.

Avery: There are a lot of people in this match, but there is one that really stands out to me... I think you all know who it is don't you? Linda, Linda, Linda you should really learn some manners. I mean you are rude, and...

Avery bursts out laughing, as she turns from the mirror and moves back to the bed, sitting on the edge.

Avery: Shut the fuck up Linda! No one wants to hear you run your mouth any more. You lost the title, and I know I did too, but that doesn't mean I'm not better than you. If you want to put an end to our little feud then so be it. I'm not afraid of you, or to bleed. But remember we are not alone in there. No... There are a few others but as soon as I deal with you I'll take care of the rest... Or maybe I should start the others and then toss your sorry ass out last... So many decisions!

She smiles as she puts the last piece of clothing into the suitcase at the foot of the bed, and closes it.

Avery: It's funny really, others that are in this match have spoken and run their mouths and never mentioned me. What am I? Invisible?  Nah that can't be it. Is it because I've never faced them and they don't know what to say or how to even really approach the thought of facing off against me? I guess that's the case then isn't it? I'm not going to wast my time on each of you, because I really don't care, or have any worries about what is to come. I'm keeping my eyes open and will do whatever has to be done to win this match. And if that means I have to break limbs and make all of you bleed then I will. Bring everything that you have into the middle of that ring in a few days time and try to stop me. Good luck, you're  going to need it!

She smiles as she slips a pair of sneakers on her feet, and heads for the door as the scene fades to black.

[SWAT Team]

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

Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is match 3 of Hardkore Helloween, the winner of this match will move into the Road to Helloween tag match as Paul Soutters tag team partner. Introducing first, hailing from the Depths of Hell, he comes in at 6’5 and 235lbs .... this is Psychotic Goth!!!!

[Highway to Hell by ACDC hits and Hells Bouncer is standing on top of the ramp, he lifts his head up and out from behind his trench coat a big mushroom cloud and a boom sound bellows, fire and fireworks explode and Hells Bouncer power walks down to the ring.]

Frank Salazar : Hailing from Las Vegas NV, coming in at 6’6 and 270 lbs .... Henry ‘Hells Bouncer’ Brown!!!!

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

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

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

#Makes me feel like a madman on the run#

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Jeremy Tucker : Radu looks like he just finished a death match, not about to start one, and look at this, HB getting in his face and he is mouthing off and .... WHAM! Radu tee’s off and decks him with a big right hand. We are under way!

Andrew Fulton : Radu is steamed, he just lost the World Title, and HB gets in his face? He must have a death wish.

Jeremy Tucker : Radu with another hard right hand, HB swings back with a left, and Radu then headbutts him, and grabs him by both ears ... Goth charges thru and double clotheslines BOTH of them!

Andrew Fulton : Jade runs thru the entrance way, she wants in there and isn’t waiting for her introduction, Olympia, Marie Caedes, Lynn Brewster and Tuxedo Mask follow her and all charge to the ring.

Jeremy Tucker : This one is most definitely under way now. Buster Friendly comes out to the entrance and he is waylaid on the ramp way by DRAMA. DRAMA with a big double ax handle, he then gets Buster up on his shoulder and runs him and himself off the entrance way and powerlsams him thru a table nearby, both men laying in a heap.

Andrew Fulton : Jade grabs Olympia and the recently joined KGB member goes for a suplex, but Olympia counters it with her great mat skills and delivers a waist lock takedown with ride, she rolls over into a front chancery and both are met with a sliding drop kick by Tuxedo Mask.

Jeremy Tucker : Brewster charges at Radu and jumps on top of him and starts ramming the back of his head into the mat, man, she hates this guy.

Andrew Fulton : Goth grabs Marie Caedes and drags her by the hair to the barb wire ropes, and just forces her face into the barbs and is grinding her into the ropes, and she is busted open already, Goth then reefs her to the mat with a Code Red arm breaker.

Jeremy Tucker : Referee Joe Davola checking on Marie, and look at this Fulton, she is yelling for her mum Lynn Brewster to save her. Lynn looks over and is torn, and she lets go over Radu and lunges onto Goth making the save.

Andrew Fulton : These two haven’t got along, but blood is thicker than water, and they must have a game plan going in to work together.

Jeremy Tucker : Radu gets quickly to his feet, and he grabs Lynn Brewster and delivers a devastating thrust kick to the head.

Andrew Fulton : HB charges at Radu and Radu catches him and sends him sailing over his head with a release overhead belly to belly suplex, and HB lands stomach first on the barb wire ropes, ouch.

Jeremy Tucker : On the outside, DRAMA has Buster back on his feet, and is running him into a steel barricade, but Buster puts the brakes on and rams the head of DRAMA into the steel railing, he may have just lost a tooth.

Andrew Fulton : Buster snarls at DRAMA and starts walking him thru a nearby corridor and they are out in the foyer, and Buster puts DRAMA in a full nelson, and is inviting the fans to chop DRAMA, and they are assaulting him Jerry! Get these fans out of there!

Jeremy Tucker : It’s all in good fun.

Andrew Fulton : Good fun, that teenager is bigger than me and he didn’t hold anything back on his chop.

Jeremy Tucker : DRAMA is a pro, he can take it. Back in the ring Marie, HB and Lynn Brewster are all triple teaming Radu. He has quite a few enemies, doesn’t he?

Andrew Fulton : Goth is going to town on Tux now, he cursed the entire Society, and he is stomping a mud hole in Tux.

Jeremy Tucker : Jade and Olympia are still going at it, Jade now on top and she is grounding and pounding Olympia.

Andrew Fulton : Bandit style! If she wins this, she will make the perfect tag partner for Suit in the semi.

Jeremy Tucker : Radu fighting out of the triple team, and he eye gouges Marie, spinning discuss punches Brewster, then dives on HB and starts choking him.

Andrew Fulton : The former champ Radu holds HB in disdain, and look at him choking on him, TAP Brown! Tap for your life!

Jeremy Tucker : Lynn and Marie dive on Radu and pull him off HB, HB is gasping for air and Radu just punts him right in the balls!

Andrew Fulton : Radu pulls Marie and Lynn together and their heads collide, Radu then Irish whips Brewster into Goth and Tux and sends all three into the wire ropes, he grabs Marie Caedes ... OMUKADE PRESS!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Jumping double stomp to the face/chest with enough force that it almost looks like a senton, but he just took Marie's head off. Matei ends up on top for the pin.

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

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

THREE!!!!

Frank Salazar : Marie Caedes is eliminated.

Andrew Fulton : Back in the foyer, and DRAMA and Buster are still battling it out, DRAMA now in control and he rams the head of Buster into a elevator button, the elevator dings and opens and DRAMA runs Buster into the inside wall of the elevator and then runs in after him and the doors close.

Jeremy Tucker : Them two are not going to make it to the ring, i can see it right now.

Andrew Fulton : Tux now going to work on Jade, floors her with a handspring Spear.

Jeremy Tucker : Olympia grabs Lynn Brewster and delivers a full powerslam with authority.

Andrew Fulton : HB and Goth are duking it out now, and they are some heavy heavy shots.

Jeremy Tucker : Radu has Jade and he school boys her and covers

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

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

THr .... Jade powers out of the pin.

Andrew Fulton : Nice work Jade! Jade then on her feet and just about takes Radu’s head off with a spinning roundhouse kick, right on the money!

Jeremy Tucker : Goth with a Dragon suplex with bridge pin on HB ....

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

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

Th ... HB gets a shoulder up.

Andrew Fulton : Lynn Brewster superkicks Goth ....

Jeremy Tucker : CAT SCRATCH!

Andrew Fulton : CWM Special!!! Jumping Backdrop Driver from Radu to Brewster!

Jeremy Tucker : He covers .....

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

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

THREE!!!!!

Frank Salazar : Lynn Brewster is eliminated.

Andrew Fulton : Radu just got the Sportsman’s double!

Jeremy Tucker : Sportsman’s Double?

Andrew Fulton : Mother Daughter combo.

Jeremy Tucker : You’re too much. We switch to the elevator cam, and look, Buster and DRAMA are duking it out in there, the door dings, and an old grandmother enters and hey both stop fighting, and its an awkward silence, all three stand there in and she gives them both a puzzled look, then the door dings again at the next level and she exits, as the door closes, they lunge at each other and keep fighting,

Andrew Fulton : How many levels are there in this arena?

Jeremy Tucker : (ignoring him) Check it out Fulton! Tux has Olympia down in the corner, and cart wheel handspring into a Brunco Buster ..... vicious!

Andrew Fulton : GOTH TORTURE RACK!!! Goth with the rack on Jade!

Jeremy Tucker : Davola in there checking on her and she is saying no, no no .... she just tapped! Jade is out!

Frank Salazar : JADE is eliminated!!!

Andrew Fulton : Goth roars with elation. He is on fire and man o man did he enjoy taking out one of the KGB.

Jeremy Tucker : With all of your support of them and the we’s and us’s do you think his curse applies to you also Fulton?

Andrew Fulton : What? Me? No! No way. I am not one of them, i just do my job and call the action.

Jeremy Tucker : We switch back to the elevator, and Buster is on top of DRAMA and wailing away with hard rights, DRAMA is busted open, the door dings once again and opens up, and standing there with a tire iron is Miss Violet. WHACK!!!! She just knocked Buster senseless with that tire iron.

Andrew Fulton : This is a set up.

Jeremy Tucker : DRAMA’s valet then helps him up to his feet, and they drag the unconscious Buster Friendly out of the elevator, and we see we are in the basement car park, there is a car there and the boot is open and they heave Buster into it, slam the lid shut, jump in the car and Miss Violet takes off, zooming out of the car park and arena.

Andrew Fulton : They just kidnapped Buster Friendly.

Jeremy Tucker : Back in the ring, Double underhook sunset flip power bomb from Tux to Olympia! MOONLIGHT WALTZ!!! He covers her ....

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

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

THREE!!!!!!

Frank Salazar : Olympia is eliminated.

Andrew Fulton : We are down to the last four Jerry. Goth, Tux, Radu and HB.

Jeremy Tucker : We sure are, this could go anyway. Goth and Tux start duking it out, Goth with a stun gunn sending Tux neck first into the barb wire ropes.

Andrew Fulton : Radu and HB are paired up, and HB delivers a big spinebuster, but look at this, Radu right back up his feet, no selling it!

Jeremy Tucker : Man, he hates HB with a passion, HB with a right hand and a big chop, but NO EFFECT! The Dixie Beast snarls at Brown, and then hits a big knee lift, and a series of blows, so quick and rapid, i cant count them, round houses, bolo punches, jabs, knife edge chops, forearm shots, bionic elbows, all done with such speed that you'd think he had a hundred arms.

Andrew Fulton : The former champ unleashing on Brown, Brown has been asking for a rematch with Radu for the longest time, i wonder if this is making him change his mind, some how, i don’t think it will anyway.

Jeremy Tucker : Brown trying to cover up frantically, he is under siege, and Radu plants him with a big wheel barrow piledriver.

Andrew Fulton : Tux with a Rosegarden piledriver on Goth (pumphandle spinning Juvi driver)

Jeremy Tucker : Cover by Tux ....

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

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

Thr ... kick out by Goth.

Andrew Fulton : Centipede Effect Suplex - Release Delayed Standard Suplex, he hoisted HB up, he holds it, he thinks about it, then he just drops him to fall on his head, brutal!

Jeremy Tucker : Brown landed badly there, Radu covers him ......

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

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

THREE!!!!!

Frank Salazar : Henry Brown has been eliminated.

Andrew Fulton : We are down to three. Radu grabs Goth and starts choking him with some lose wire that has come undone.

Jeremy Tucker : Goth is clutching at his throat, Tux grabs Radu .... Acid drop bulldog!

Andrew Fulton : Tux has some mad moves, he is a showman.

Jeremy Tucker : Goth back to his feet, grabs Tux ... Cruxifixes him onto the Barbed ropes.

Andrew Fulton : Radu now onto Goth .... CWM Special: Jumping Backdrop Driver!

Jeremy Tucker : Tux grab Radu ... Desperation split legged crotch punch (like Johnny Cage!)

Andrew Fulton : Ouch, i felt that one over here.

Jeremy Tucker : Goth back onto Tux .... Black Death!!! Psychotic Goth snake eyes opponent before he executes an enziguri to back of opponents head

Andrew Fulton : Goth heading for the top rope, but Radu catches him going up top, hooks a dragon sleeper on pulling him into a tree of woe.

Jeremy Tucker : Them barbs digging into the skin of Goth in the tree of woe. Devastating move!

Andrew Fulton : Goth in a world of trouble, Tux and Radu come face to face and they are having a show down ... Tux puts up his hands to challenge a test of strength, Radu looks down at the smaller man and happily agrees, and Tux starts back peddling, he has just realized his own limitations i believe.

Jeremy Tucker : Radu having none of the back peddling and he starts laying into Tux, brutal hard right and left hand over head punches.

Andrew Fulton : Tux Irish whips Radu right into the nearby barbed wire and Matei gets stuck on the barbs ...

Jeremy Tucker : Tux runs and launches at him with a diving spear, and they both crash to the outside floor, breaking the wire ropes in the process.

Andrew Fulton : This ring is a mess, we are going to need to put up some more ropes for match 4.

Jeremy Tucker : Tux crawls back in the ring and heads to the top rope, he has something special planned for Radu ... but Goth is out of the tree of woe and catches him from behind up the top ... Psychotic Goth executes a cruxifix from the top turnbuckle!!!

WOW! Cover by Goth.

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

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

THREE!!!!

Frank Salazar : Tuxedo Mask is eliminated.

Andrew Fulton : And then there were two.

Jeremy Tucker : This is what SWAT is all about to me. You can have your KGBs and Societys. Goth and Radu are the back bone of SWAT. Either will be a worthy winner of tonights final.

Andrew Fulton : Radu heads back in the broken ring, and he and Goth waste no time and start exchanging huge lefts and rights.

Jeremy Tucker : Radu ducks a wild one .... MIST IN THE EYES!

Andrew Fulton : Radu with the mist right into the eyes of Goth and the Psychotic One cant see a thing!

Jeremy Tucker : Creep Crawl: Running Shoulderblock into rolling inside cradle ....

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

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

THREE!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : NOOO! Goth got the shoulder up! I don’t believe it!

Jeremy Tucker : Centipede Lock!!! Octopus Hold in the barbed wire ropes!!! There is no escape from this ... Goth is refusing to submit, he is screaming in some foreign ancient dialect.

Andrew Fulton : I know that language Jerry, he is submitting!

Jeremy Tucker : No he isn’t! Davola is right there, checking, there is no escape and he is wrapped tight in the barbed wire submission ... and finally, he taps. ITS OVER! Radu wins!

Frank Salazar : Winner of the match .... RADU MATEI!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Holy shit. Its Radu and Suit teaming up against Frostbite and the winner of our next match!

Jeremy Tucker : What a battle, great effort by Goth! Radu gets the W tonight though, he truly is unbreakable.

[thejerseydevildiva]

As Radu starts to make his way up the ramp way the tron above the stage comes to life. We see Joanne leaning back in a high backed black chair with a strange smile on her face and she claps slowly.

Joanne: Well done Radu. You managed to stay afloat even after being pushed to the limits. Tell me... How have you been sleepin'? You don't look so good. But then again, you've never looked good.

She laughs as her eye start to glow red. He stares up at her as he puts a hand to his neck where the wound could still be seen.

Joanne: I have to admit you're not what I usually drink from, but any port in a storm right?  Just remember Radu... I'm always watching.

Joanne laughs once again, as what appear to be a mist starts to form and what it clears Joanne is gone. Radu puts a hand to his side as he shakes his head and continues to walk up the ramp way.