SWAT Hardkore Helloween 2019 (Show)

[SWAT Team]

(The show returns from promos for SWAT's next show, the latest holiday movies, Thanksgiving Day movies and television specials along with Thanksgiving Day football games. They return to ringside where fans are holding signs that say "Smarty Marty!!," "Phantam of the Ring!," "Go Jonnie Go!," "Kilroy Kills Cobryn" before fading to the broadcast table where Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton are wearing headphones.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Welcome back and this next match is going to be quite a volatile mix of competitors."

Andrew Fulton: "That's putting it mildly. You have those old geezers New Society of the New Breed in the same ring as Frostbite's goon squad Lucifer and Doomsday. Then you have 'Lucky' Linda La Fey and 'Daredevil Avery McCullen engaging in a cat fighting version of an Irish barroom brawl. Then there's autistic Marty Donovan whining and crying and threatening to teach big bad Phantam a lesson because he's a screw up and everyone's going to try to pin Phantam for a tag title shot."

Jeremy Tucker: "Calm the anger Andrew. The Society are the bomb and one of them surely will prevail in this match up. This is Phantam's first Hardkore Helloween event, but knowing his brother Tong, he's been giving Phantam pointers and this is going to be one of the bloodiest matches Phantam's ever participated in."

Andrew Fulton: "You can bet The Society of the New Breed's going to cheat as usual and move on to steal the prestigious and highly coveted Hardkore Helloween Cup. I bet they'll allow Kilroy Evans to use that glorious and historied as a candy dish. Hell I bet Jonnie Valentine's going to probably either sell this glamourous cup to pay his debts off or probably charge people just to look and touch it."

Jeremy Tucker: "He wouldn't do that and you know it."

Andrew Fulton: "Oh yeah he sold all his Hardkore World events to SWAT does that say."

Jeremy Tucker: "He just wants to keep the traditions of Hardkore World alive."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah he's as traditional as a vegan eating a stuffed turkey. Hell if Kilroy was invited to Thanksgiving dinner he would probably eat the whole thing and then chew on the bones and leave nothing for the guests."

Jeremy Tucker: "Can you stop knocking Kilroy since he's a respected SWAT veteran who's a future Hall of Famer."

Andrew Fulton: "For the Food Eating Hall of Fame. I can't wait until he gets his fat overstuffed butt pinned to the canvas without releasing gas and causing the hazmat people to declare this venue and whole card quarantined for poisonous and toxic fumes."

Jeremy Tucker: "I can't believe what you're saying. What did he do to you that makes you hate him so match."

Andrew Fulton: "He stole my lunch and I'll never forgive him for that."

Jeremy Tucker: "That's real dumb and you know it."

Andrew Fulton: "Oh yeah. You trust Kilroy with your lunch and when it isn't around anymore you can say he's trustworthy to watch your meals."

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

Frank Salazar: "Ladies and gentlemen. This next Hardkore Helloween Barbed Wire Match is an elimination match . Currently in the ring from Boulder, Co. They come in at 7ft. tall each and weigh in respectively at 275Lbs. and 250lbs. Please welcome Doomsday and Lucifer."

(The ringsiders cheer them.)

Frank Salazar: "Now introducing from Rock City, USA. He comes in at 6ft. and weighs in at 215lbs. He is Jonnie Rockstar."

(The ringsiders cheer him as he does an air guitar riff.)

Frank Salazar: "Now introducing from St. Louis, Missouri. He comes in at 6ft. and weighs in at 225lbs. Please welcome Alex Simms."

(The ringsiders boo him.)

Frank Salazar: "Now introducing from New York, City, NY. He comes in at 6ft. and weighs in at 235lbs. Please welcome Cobryn."

(No Quarter hits and Cobryn slowly makes his way to the ring, the fans are giving it to him and one jumps the barricade and charges him, Cobryn defends himself booting the fan in the gut and DDT’ing him into the floor until security swarm the fan. The ringsiders boo him.)

Frank Salazar: "Now introducing from Dublin, Ireland. She comes in at 5'5" and weighs in at 131lbs. She is the former SWAT Amazons Women's Champions. Please welcome 'Lucky' Linda La Fey."

("Linger Cranberries" plays and "Lucky" Linda La Fey storms ringside slapping hands as the ringsiders cheer and Linda storms the ring and leaps up onto the top turnbuckle and thumps het chest.)

"Lucky" Linda La Fey: "ERIN GO BRAUGH!"

Ringsiders: "ERIN GO BRAUGH!"

Andrew Fulton: "They and Linda sound like parrots. Why don't they just say 'Polly wants a cracker and bird seed."

Frank Salazar: "Now introducing from Attbury, SC. He comes in at 6ft. and weighs in at 245lbs. Please welcome Kilroy Evans."

("Let the games Begin" by JR plays and Kilroy enters to cheers. He slaps hands and poses for pictures and sees a fan whom he goes over to whisper something to a fan and laughs at whatever he said. He enters the barbed wire ring wearing sneakers, blue jeans and a t-shirt that shows the hardcore Helloween Barbed Wire Match participants heads and limbs in a cloud as if they are brawling with bubble words saying "BAM!" "POW!" OOMPH!" "OUCH!")

Andrew Fulton: "Once again Kilroy insults the intelligence of the competitors and the fans."

Frank Salazar: "Now introducing from Dublin, Ireland. She comes in at 5'8" and weighs in at 155lbs. She is a former SWAT Amazons Women's Champion. Please welcome 'Daredevil' Avery McCullen."

("Rum Jacks-An Irish Pub Song plays as the houselights go down and pink and blue lights go over the crowd. The Rum Jacks-An Irish Pub Song plays over the speakers. The tron comes to life with an aerial view of Ireland and then changes to scenes of different scenes of the places Avery has been during her adventuring days. It soon changes to some of her old matches and the chaos of destruction that she had caused. As the spotlight comes to rest at the back of the stage where Avery is standing with he head lowered. As the vocals start she raises her head, and starts down the rampway. As she reaches the end of the rampway she sprints to thering, and leaps onto the ring, and slips through the ropes. She hops up onto the nearest ringpost and looks over the crowd before hopping down, and emoves her black leather jacket glaring at Linda who glares back.)

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah expect the women's version of an Irish barroom brawl."

Frank Salazar: "Now introducing from Palm Springs, Ca. he comes in at 5'11" and weighs in at 235lbs. He is the former owner of Hardkore World and the leader of The New Society of the New Breed. Please welcome 'Pro Wrestling's Own' Jonnie Valentine and the Russian Assassin II"

("Everybody's Working for the Weekend" by Love Joy plays as Jonnie Valentine jogs to the ring slapping hands and right behind him is Ron The Merchant Guy and doing a full lap around the front row. The Russian Assassin II alongside them. He enters the ring and does a double guns to the crowd, he takes off his red tasselled jacket with "Jonnie Valentine" written in cursive, lettering, red trunks and white boots that have "JV" embroidered on them.)

Andrew Fulton: "Oh yeah the battle lines are drawn as Doomsday and Lucifer are glaring at Marty, Kilroy and Jonnie."

Frank Salazar: "Now introducing from Bangkok, Thailand. He comes in at 6ft. and weighs in at 235lbs. He co-holds the SWAT World Tag Team Championships and a member of The KGB. He is accompanied to the ring by his brother Tong Fairtex. Please welcome 'The Handsomest Face in SWAT' and the 'True Face of SWAT' Phantam Fairtex."

("He's So Fine" plays and Tong Fairtex leads his brother Phantam to the ring. He has a model on each of his arms and they all wear KGB hoodies and when he enters the ring. He does a brief dance and then goes to each of the corners and does a brief pray to honor the fighting gods before going to his corner where he hops up and down slapping his chest and fsace psyching himself up as Tong gives him instructions. Every participant glares at Phantam as he glares back at them with deadly seriousness and all business on his face.)

Andrew Fulton: "Now everything's gotten more interesting and more explosive."

Jeremy Tucker: "If one of the competitors pin Phantam Fairtex. They could get a title shot since Doomsday and Lucifer did mention it in the locker room earlier."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah those two are a real threat to Team Fairtex's SWAT World Tag Title reign. They couldn't beat those old wheeze bags New Society of the New Breed and they never will beat them. In fact these guys have the combined IQ of Shrek and Donkey."

Jeremy Tucker: "The bell rings and this match is underway. Avery and Linda waste no time resuming their feud though Avery was also glaring at Phantam for his KGB affiliation. Speaking of whom Marty Donovan and Phantam Fairtex are having at it with a vengeance."

Andrew Fulton: "Of course Marty Gump would want that since he's a sore loser Lucifer and Doomsday go after Jonnie Valentine and Kilroy Evans. Jonnie Rockstar and Alex Simms are double teaming Cobryn. Good luck in trying to eliminate him guys."

Jeremy Tucker: "Marty just suplexed Phantam and is stomping on Phantam while looking at Tong. Marty whips Phantam into the corner and charges in only to get Russian sickled out of his boots by Phantam who opens up a can of whoop ass. He picks Donovan up and he rolling Germans him into the barbed wire ropes and Marty's yelling in pain. Phantam just scrapes and rubs Marty's head into the barbed wire ropes and he's cut open badly. Meanwhile Linda and Avery are rolling back and forth grounding and pounding each other. Linda finally gains an advantage and continues to ground and pound on Avery. She picks up Avery and whips her into the barbed wire ropes and Avery's yelling in agony and not the way you are thinking Andrew."

Andrew Fulton: "I wasn't thinking those thoughts since I'm hot for Blaze Freya. Linda just clotheslined Avery before yanking her away causing more agony and her backs all bloodied."

Jeremy Tucker: "Linda's both determined to win Hardkore Helloween at Avery's expense and get back on the road to the women's title. Right now she's determined to also rip Avery to pieces. Cobryn rips Alex's head open and he's bleeding out badly. He sees Jonnie Rock star charging in and he picks him up and hotshots Jonnie Rock star into the ring post."

Andrew Fulton: "Cobryn has this rapped up already if you ask me, he is my tip, only question is who is going to take up his offer for the $200 thousand to help him out in the match. The Russian Assassin III levels Cobryn with a devastating clothesline. He is a killer. . Kilroy goes for and just knocked Lucifer in the nut."

Jeremy Tucker: "Alex clotheslines Cobryn into Jonnie Rock star. Marty Donovan teams with Jonnie Valentine who whips Phantam Fairtex into the barbed wire and they double clothesline him making the pain worse for Phantam."

Tong Fairtex: "ABSORB THE PAIN PHANTAM AND USE IT TO PUNISH THEM! REMEMBER THE PAIN IS NOTHING BROTHER WE WENT THROUGH THAT!"

Andrew Fulton: "Valentine tells Marty to help him but Marty conveniently disappears and Valentine looks and sees the moron literally asking Kilroy hep with Doomsday. What a laugh that is. What is Linda doing leaving the ring."

Jeremy Tucker: "Now here's a first Linda finds a chair and she returns to the ring and starts hitting everyone in her way. She sees Avery and starts beating her with it. Avery recovers enough to spear Linda and attempts a cover....One....Two....Linda kicks out."

Andrew Fulton: "Alex clotheslines Avery and then drops a leg on Linda. Tong hands his brother a barbed wire baseball bat and Phantam starts going after everyone especially Marty Donovan, who ducks and Phantam smashes Doomsday in the mid-section. Doomsday looks steamed but Phantam's not backing down out of courageousness or more guts than brains."

Jeremy Tucker: "Either way Phantam drops the barbed wire baseball bat and they both start going at it hard. Doomsday overpowers Phantam easily dropping him to the canvas but Phantam just kips up a bit wobbly but he catches Doomsday with a jumping Muy Thai style kick to his head sending Doomsday into the ropes."

Andrew Fulton: "Then Marty clubs him from behind and starts beating Phantam with that barbed wire baseball bat. Doomsday double axehandles Marty Donovan and he crumples to the canvas as Lucifer grabs the barbed wire baseball bat and beats Marty as Doomsday stomps on both Phantam and Marty."

Jeremy Tucker: "This will definitely go down in the annals of SWAT history. Jonnie Valentine grabs the chair and starts beating Doomsday and Lucifer with it. Alex attacks Cobryn again and he delivers a series of headbutts but he doesn't see Linda sneak up on him and executes an inverted DDT."

Andrew Fulton: "Linda drops an elbow on the already dead scrub Alex Simms and makes the cover....One....Two....Three."

Frank Salazar: "At 6minutes and 30seconds Alex Simms has been eliminated."

Jeremy Tucker: "The Russian Assassin II picks up Phantam and folds him in half with a devastating powerbomb. Avery looks inspired as she rolls under the ropes and searches under the ring and she finds a steel rod before sneaking back into the ring and starts attacking everybody in her way including Marty Donovan and Kilroy Evans."

Andrew Fulton: "Jonnie Rockstar attempts to atomic drop Linda who flips over and lands on her feet. She superkicks the Karaoke wannabe and makes the cover only to have it broken up by Avery. Kilroy steals that steal rod before he headbutts Avery."

Jeremy Tucker: "Kilroy beats both Avery and Linda with that steel rod while Doomsday whips Phantam into the corner and charges in but Phantam rolls out of the way and he unleashes a series of vicious Muy Thai kicks to Doomsday's head and face bloodying Doomsday's nose and mouth before working on his legs. Doomsday looms real pissed but Phantam's showing he's not backing down."

Andrew Fulton: "Well that serves Doomsday right for daring to insult Team Fairtex's father, The Shootfighter, who's a legendary Hardkore World veteran. Phantam sees Not so Smarty Marty Donovan charging in and he hotshots Marty into Doomsday and both their empty skulls collide in the corner. Lucifer double axehandles Phantam and he headbutts the co-holder of the tag team champions and turnbuckle smashes his head into the ringpost and Phantam busted open badly."

Jeremy Tucker: "Jonnie Valentine DDT's Jonnie Rock star and makes the cover.....One....Two....Three."

Frank Salazar: "At 9minutes and 55sdconds Jonnie Rockstar has been eliminated."

Andrew Fulton: "He and Simms should have been in the same ring match with Soutter so they could have met a more merciful death at the hands of The Suit. He would have put them out of their misery in no time. The Russian Assassin II grabs Phantam and nearly breaks his neck with a Northern Lights Suplex. Once again Marty Donovan is pleading for help and once again Kilroy comes to his aid. They give Doomsday a beatdown until Lucifer delivers a headbutt to Donavan not that it's going to hurt him since he has nothing inside his head. Cobryn storms over to Kilroy and Marty and attacks them with a vengeance."

Jeremy Tucker : “ Linda recovers that steel rod and beats Avery hard with it. She sets up Avery and executes a bucklebomb into the ringpost. She positions Avery and goes to the top rope but Jonnie Valentine decides to take all the credit by crotching Linda onto the top rope. Jonnie attempts a superplex but Avery recovers and puts a fist up his ass and after that knock in the crotch he's singing soprano."

Andrew Fulton: "Ha! Ha! Ha! I loved that! Someone showed Jonnie he couldn't sing a lick. Avery lifts him onto her shoulders with great effort and she electric chairs him. Linda Super Fly splashes him, but Cobryn recovers enough to drop a knee on Linda before mounting and grounding and pounding Valentine."

Jeremy Tucker: "Valentine turns Cobryn over and returns the ground and pound on Cobryn. Linda sets Avery up and she slingshot suplex's Avery before double hooking the legs and cradling Avery....One....Two....Three."

Frank Salazar: "At 12mins. 30secs. Avery McCullen has been eliminated."

Jeremy Tucker: "Linda finally gets a bit of revenge on Avery McCullen after she accused Linda of cheating and then screwed over by McCullen out of victories she deserved. Jonnie Valentine bodyslams Cobryn and leaves the ring before returning with a spool of barbed wire. He wraps it around Cobryn's head and pulls back and Cobryn's bleeding even worse."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah and Jonnie's not so sharp now. Obviously he must have ate his own crappy snacks he endorsed and it serves him right. Speaking of crappy stuff can security please remove that merchandise shyster Ron the Merchant Guy from ringside. He's selling phony SWAT merchandise and he's harassing both me and these fine SWAT fans."

Jeremy Tucker: "No he isn't."

Andrew Fulton: "Yes he is."

Jeremy Tucker: "No he isn't."

Andrew Fulton: "Oh he so is Jerry."

Jeremy Tucker: "Getting back to the action. Lucifer and Doomsday doubleteam Kilroy. Jonnie chopblocks Lucifer dropkicks Doomsday into the barbed wire. Speaking of which Cobryn finally peels off that barbed wire and eats a Russian Assassin II headbutt, is that mask loaded? The Russian Assassin II then Gasno bombs Cobryn."

Andrew Fulton: “Marty and Phantam resume their brawl and Marty Donovan's doing his best weeble act and he's wobbling and still won't go down until Phantam unleashes a Muy This style superkick. He makes the cover for a two count."

Jeremy Tucker: "Jonnie splashes Doomsday and Kilroy drops an elbow on him. They both make the count only for Cobryn to break the count. He suplex's Jonnie and DDT's Kilroy before making h cover for a close two count."

Andrew Fulton: "Meanwhile Donovan makes the cover on Doomsday for the One....Two.....Three."

Frank Salazar: "At 15mins. Doomsday has been eliminated."

Jeremy Tucker: "That was a big shocker."

Andrew Fulton: "Jonnie and Kilroy did all the work on Doomsday and Marty just swooped in for the cover and glory. . Lucifer's determined to get revenge on him by breaking him in half, he grabs him by the throat and choke slams him into the nearest corner and he opens up a Can of Whoop ass on Donavon."

Jeremy Tucker: "Lucifer's also determined to give him a brutal beatdown for pinning his friend Doomsday. He whips him into the opposite corner where Linda and Phantam are battling each other. Marty collides with both of them and here comes Lucifer to make it worse....Oh my god. It's full maximum carnage."

Andrew Futon: "Hell if that was Kilroy who did that. Cobryn sneaks up on Lucifer and he rolls Lucifer up in a schoolboy roll and uses the tights to get a lightning quick three count."

Frank Salazar: "At 16mins. 30secs. Lucifer has been eliminated."

Jeremy Tucker: "Linda clotheslines Cobryn from behind and she stomps away on him like a banshee and she looks like a banshee shows how much she wants to win the match."

Andrew Fulton: "The Russian Assassin II piledrives Phantam. Hell a banshee is more polite than compared to her. Phantam powerslams Marty Donovan and opens up a can of whoop ass. Kilroy storms over and he clotheslines Phantam and Jonnie points to Tong who doesn't respond. Jonnie swivels his hips at Linda who smiles as if she's impressed by that washed up Chippendale."

Jeremy Tucker: "Linda goes over as if she's interested but she knees him in the crotch and adding to insult and injury by applying a testicular fortitude. Jonnie's singing soprano even louder as Kilroy calls over to Marty who ignores him until the last minute. He charges Linda who counters with a spear."

Andrew Fulton: "Cobryn and Phantam team up to double spear Kilroy and Jonnie comes over and quickly rolls up Linda using the tights....One....Two.....Kickout by Linda. I told you he's a cheater. Right now Jonnie looks really tired."

Jeremy Tucker: "Cobryn with a low blow to The Russian Assassin II, he then rolls him up and again holds the tights and 1, 2, 3! The Russian Assassin II is eliminated.”

Frank Salazar :” The Russian Assassin II is eliminated.

[Phantam wraps the barbed wire around his fists and gives some to Linda who does the samething and then to Cobryn who smiles sadistically. All three seem to be willing to put their differences aside to assist each other in a common cause even if it's short term. Phantam goes after Marty Donovan again. Linda goes after Valentine and Cobryn goes after Kilroy.]

Andrew Fulton: "I just love poetic justice and The New Society of the New Breed's getting their just reward....Wait who is that."

(The ringsiders cheer as someone impersonating Santa Claus comes to ringside with a huge Santa sack.)

Jeremy Tucker: "It's Santa Clause wanting to spread good cheer."

Andrew Fulton: "Since when does Santa wear wrestling boots. I bet it's Syberus."

(Santa starts circling the ring throwing gifts.)

Jeremy Tucker: "He's here to spread some pre-holiday cheer. The ringsiders obviously are feeling entertained as he waves his arm as he throws various action SWAT figures to our great SWAT fans."

Andrew Fulton: "That's Syberus in that Santa suit and we both know it. At least he's dressed in a costume to compete with Jonnie's crappy junk dealing street merchant guy."

Jeremy Tucker: "I like that costume."

Andrew Tucker: "Yeah you would, wouldn't you. Remember Little Dragon or whatever he's calling himself now impersonating Deadpool and then three two cosplaying idiots doing commentating earlier this year."

Jeremy Tucker: "At least we don't have to see Paul Blair and his gang again."

Andrew Fulton: "I liked those guys."

Jeremy Tucker: "Why am I not surprised. Looks like Santa just left ringside and Syberus just came to ringside with Russian Assassin II who was just eliminated. Back in the ring Cobryn, Phantam and Linda are beating down The New Society of the New Breed. There was a rumor that Cobryn offered to pay 200 grand if anyone would help beat Jonnie, Marty and Kilroy down."

Andrew Fulton: "Once again poetic justice is served. All six are going at it and no one is giving any ground or any quarter. Why does he need Russian Assassin II beside him since that egomaniac doesn't need a bodyguard unless his royal privates need protection from Psychotic Goth's wrath being he's cursed both KGB and New Society of the New Breed."

Jeremy Tucker: "Syberus isn't scared of no one and his privates are well protected."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah by The Russian Assassin II."

Jeremy Tucker: "Getting back to the match all six bloodied but unbowed combatants are still going at it. Cobryn whips Kilroy into the barbed wire and he gets stuck in the ropes and he screams in pain."

Andrew Fulton: "Like the stuck pig he is and as usual Kilroy is enjoying every moment of it. Cobryn sees Syberus and is taunting him that what's happening to Kilroy will happen to him. Russian Assassin II wants another piece of Cobryn but Syberus simply smiles at Cobryn and restrains Russian Assassin II."

Tong Fairtex: "COME ON PHANTAM. YOU CAN OVERCOME THE NUMBERS GAME AND WIN! WE WENT OVER THAT POSSIBILITY BROTHER!"

Jeremy Tucker: "Tong's determined to fire his brother up and he has an advantage being he's been in Hardkore Helloween events and experienced the numbers game. Kilroy gets loose of the ropes and gores Linda as Marty Donovan gets into her face and mocks her in a phony Irish accent which is a really bad idea."

Andrew Fulton: "Excuse me this is Marty Donovan we're talking about not your average heel who can back it up with a real beatdown. Valentine joins in on the assault. Kilroy whips Linda into the corner and Marty Donovan charges in but Linda counters with a desperate big boot. Phantam blindsides Valentine with a Clothesline from Hell and Linda hurricanranas Kilroy into the barbed wire ropes. She's not going to do what I think she's doing....Oh my god she just executed a 619 on Kilroy and she leaves the ring and cannonballs him ....One....Two....Three."

Frank Salazar: "At 24minutes Kilroy Evans has been eliminated."

Andrew Fulton: "Hallelujah! Kilroy has been eliminated!"

Jeremy Tucker: "We're now down to the final five in this brutal and bloody battle. All 5 are in separate corners taking a breather and sizing each other up wary. Jonnie Valentine looks the worse for wear and that's quite unusual for him."

Andrew Fulton: "That's because he ate something he endorsed and he got a bad stomach condition."

Jeremy Tucker: "You know that's not true and you know it. The other individuals Linda La Fey looks in better shape and Marty Donovan doesn't look like he wants any part of Phantam anymore and speaking of Phantam Fairtex. He's getting advice from his brother Tong as he's psyching himself up. Cobryn summing up the situation. All five finally make their moves and Phantam and Marty Donovan go at it and Linda squares off against Jonnie Valentine. Cobryn watching on, regrouping."

Andrew Fulton: "Linda and Jonnie exchange elbows while Phantam is having his way with Marty."

Jeremy Tucker: "Jonnie still looks a bit under the weather and it's not from any food he endorsed. Phantam unleashes a violent flurry of Muy Thai kicks and punches and Marty crumples down into the corner. He opens up a can of whoop ass and gets into Marty's face."

Phantam Fairtex: "HOW'S IT FEEL MARTY THAT YOU HAVE NO ONE TO PROTECTYOUR SORRY PATHETIC ASS!"

Andrew Fulton: "You tell him Phantam. Believe me if Marty Donovan wins the Hardkore Helloween Cup they should give him a paper cup being he's a paper champion and a paper wrestler anyway. Linda is showing she can hold her own against the big boys likeValentine. He counters with a poke to the eyes of Linda, he goes to the top rope and delivers a missile dropkick and goes or the cover for the two count."

Jeremy Tucker: "Phantam drops a knee on Jonnie's mid-section and mounts and grounds and pounds Jonnie without mercy while Linda joins in stomping all over his body before adding insult to injury by stomping before making a wish and stomping on his crotch."

Andrew Fulton: "He's getting what's coming to him and meanwhile Marty Donovan watching and not helping Jonnie out. Linda and Phantam whip Jonnie into the ropes but Marty decides to spear Linda while Jonnie flying shoulder tackles Phantam."

Jeremy Tucker: "Jonnie mounts and returns the ground and pound, Phantam and Linda continue to beat up Jonnie Valentine while Marty Donovan is watching with a sadistic smile on his face. Marty tries to sneak up on them but Linda and Phantasm deliver a double superkick."

Andrew Fulton: "Cobryn seizes the moment and makes the cover and double underhooks the leg.....One....Two....Three."

Frank Salazar: "At 28minutes Marty Donovan has been eliminated."

Jeremy Tucker: "Looks like you're right Andrew. Jonnie throws Phantam out of the ring and now goes after Linda."

Andrew Fulton: "Cobryn playing it smart, he is up against it here, but don’t count him out."

Jeremy Tucker: "Jonnie continues to assault Linda without mercy. Phantam reenters the ring and executes a lightning quick release exploder on Jonnie. He executes a lightning Three Amigos and rolls over for the cover....One....Two....T...No! Jonnie barely kicks out."

Andrew Fulton: "Linda spears Jonnie and she's screaming and psyching herself up and that crazed look on her face shows she wants revenge on Valentine and The New Society of the New Breed. She climbs to the top turnbuckle and executes a 450splash and once again double underhooks the legs....One...Two....T....No! Jonnie barely gets a shoulder up."

Jeremy Tucker: "Jonnie barely survived that pinfall and its now three against one for him. Phantam and Linda double dropkick Jonnie and Phantam bodyslams Linda who once again double underhooks the leg and before you ask what Phantam is thinking to allow Linda to pin Valentine."

Andrew Fulton: "I wasn't going to ask that. It's rather obvious that Phantam's being the gentleman that he is and wants Linda to get back to Jonnie for being disrespectful to her. She mounts and grounds and pounds Valentine. Phantam stops her and is telling her something."

Phantam Fairtex: "NO NO. THAT'S NOT HOW YOU DO IT. LET ME SHOW YOU HOW IT'S REALLY DONE."

Jeremy Tucker: "Linda reluctantly gets off and Phantam mounts and he delivers a more vicious and savage ground and pound. They both deliver an equally vicious dose of kicks and stomps to Jonnie and even take turns stomping on his crotch Linda obviously is enjoying that after what The New Society of the New Breed did to her during the match. They then take turns stomping on his mid-section."

Andrew Fulton: " Phantam applies a full nelson tightly as Linda bounds into the ropes preparing to deliver a brogue kick but Valentine gets loose and she hits Phantam by mistake. Valentine rolls up Linda and ....One...Two....Three."

Frank Salazar: "At 35minutes 'Lucky' Linda La Fey has been eliminated."

Jeremy Tucker: "Linda made an amazing run trying to be the first woman to win the Hardkore Helloween Cup but Jonnie Valentine pinned her."

Jeremy Tucker: "Yes And we are down to three.."

Tong Fairtex: "COME ON BRUH! COME ON YOU CAN BEAT HIM!"

Jeremy Tucker: "Be assured that the stakes in this match are even higher being if Valentine pins Phantam a SWAT World Tag Team Title shot could be in the offing."

Andrew Fulton: "The two square off and Phantam wastes no time delivering clubbing forearms to the back of Valentine's head and neck followed by a series of vicious Muy Thai style elbows. He's on a mission and he's determined to fulfill it and collect that cool 200G's."

Jeremy Tucker: "He's being quite brutal and vicious and determined to make sure Jonnie doesn't make it to the main tag team event finale. Phantam starts to work on Jonnie's knee with those stiff Muy Thai kicks before cinching in a kneebar and Jonnie's screaming in pain."

Andrew Fulton: "Jonnie's struggling to get to the ropes and barely reaches them. Phantam waits until the last second and releases the hold. He pulls Jonnie to the center of the ring and he cinches in an anklelock. Phantam has it in tight and he quickly transitions to a grapevine anklelock cinching it in even tighter. Look at the intensity in Phantam's eyes and face which shows his determination to win this match."

Tong Fairtex: "THAT'S WHAT YOU DO BRO!"

Jeremy Tucker: "Phantam's determined to end Jonnie's career making Cobryn happy and Cobryn is recouping and cheering him on but once again Jonnie barely gets to the ropes and Phantam waits until the last second to release the hold. Phantam wastes no time continuing to work on that bad leg before delivering a kneebreaker."

Andrew Fulton: "Come on just end his career along with his chances to be in the Hardkore Helloween finale and win it so he can win the prestigious cup and sell it to pay his taxes and or show it off and charge for photo ops. Phantam attempts to apply a figure four but Jonnie desperately kicks him away. Phantam waits until Jonnie gets up and measures him and delivers even more stiffer and viciously brutal Muy Thai kicks to that injured leg. Team Fairtex has some of the most educated feet in pro wrestling and Phantam is proving it."

Andrew Fulton: " Jonnie surprises Phantam with a tackle and he grounds and pounds him with equally vengeful brutality but Phantam calmly and counters with a guillotine choke and he has it in tights. Jonnie's struggling to get out of it. Come on referee do your job and just ring the bell when he taps out or submits and make sure your glasses and hearing aid are good enough to hear and see it."

Jeremy Tucker: "Phantam continues to tighten the choke and Jonnie is fading fast. The referee's checking but Jonnie is refusing to submit and tapout. He desperately lifts and powerbombs Phantam who refuses to release the guillotine. Jonnie does it again and a third time finally breaking the choke."

Andrew Tucker: "Shows that Team Fairtex takes after their father in the cold and ruthless category and that they are just as tough as he is. Meanwhile both men are down but Phantam kips up to his feet and he's psyching himself up and ready to finish off Jonnie He's preparing to deliver some Sweet Chin Music."

Jeremy Tucker: "Jonnie gets to his feet and Phantam strikes but Jonnie avoids it and he rolls up Phantam and again uses the tights....One....Two....Three."

Andrew Fulton: "See I told you Jeremy he cheated to win."

Frank Salazar: "Phantam Fairtex has been eliminated."

Jeremy Tucker: “And now its down to two. The former best friends, Jonnie Valentine and Cobryn.”

Andrew Fulton: “Until Cobryn woke up and ditched the Society, he couldn’t stand the fact that Syberus was with them and in his place.”

Jeremy Tucker: “Jealousy is a curse.”

Andrew Fulton: “Who is the jealous one though? Cobryn and Valentine stand face to face, and its a prolonged stare down. Man, they are milking this stare down, get him already Cobryn!”

Jeremy Tucker: “Cobryn goes for a right hand, Jonnie blocks it, another right by Coby and another block, Jonnie doesn’t seem too comfortable duking it out with his former protégé’ and is concentrating on defence, bang, poke to the eye from Cobryn.”

Andrew Fulton: “He doesn’t care about who he fights, only winning.”

Jeremy Tucker: “Cobryn suplexes Valentine, and then drops a knee on him. Syberus jumps up on the apron, and Cobryn takes a swing at him, but Syb drops back down evading it .... Jonnie with the roll up ... One .............. Two ................. THREE!!! Jonnie wins!!!”

Andrew Fulton: “I don’t believe it!”

Jeremy Tucker: “Valentine tries to help Cobryn to his feet and Cobryn wants none of that and brushes him away, and glares fury at Syberus. Syberus acts coy and then he and The Russian Assassin II head to the back, his work done.”

Andrew Fulton: “Cobryn then storms to the back furious, and the ref raises the arm of Valentine in victory.”

Jeremy Tucker: "Jonnie Valentine goes to the Hardkore Helloween finale after surviving the withering assault and goes on to teaming up with Frostbite. Jonnie's celebrating and he's asking for a mic...."

(The lights go off and a woman's laughter is heard as the tron goes on and Vampira appears on the tron sitting at a table with cards. She is looking at Jonnie Valentine with cold and ruthless eyes and equally cold and ruthless expression on her face.)

Vampira: "Congratulations Jonnie Valentine on cheating like you always do to get what you want. Let's hope your digestive system on the same page as you."

Andrew Fulton: "Oh she's definitely a nutcase."

Vampira: "You are proven non-believers and the consequences are now becoming obvious. You see Psychotic Goth warned both you and the KGB that he would place a curse on both your groups. That's right a curse has been placed on both you and your friends. Now let's see what's wrong with you Jonnie Valentine. You seem to be down in the weather and I ask you am I right?"

Andrew Fulton: "What is she a doctor....Oh wait she's probably a witch doctor."

Vampira: "I told you Jonnie you and Soutter's KGB were cursed and it's come to pass. Pesci, if you are watching and I know you are, when I bit Don Canelli a few months ago during that post six-person brawl. Did you actually think that my fangs were fake at the time. Did you think my actions were an act."

Jeremy Tucker: "Obviously not."

Vampira: "There's nothing you can do about it and I mean nothing. There's nothing you or The New Society of the New Breed or the KGB can do about it....."

(She leans forward.)

Vampira: "Nothing. That's right nothing can save you or any member of your group. Nothing will save you Jonnie and I mean nothing. That also includes all KGB members including Team Fairtex."

(She laughs.)

Vampira: "Though Team Fairtex may be completely spared since my husband is not without mercy which isn't weakness if that's what you are thinking."

(She laughs scornfully.)

Vampira: "Now no wrestling match or defeats or victories will save any of you or your factions or groups now. So shall I reveal your fates since I know you want to know what that is."

(She picks up a card and coos over it.)

Vampira: "Here's a wonderful card and it's a nice card. This one's the Reaper Card It means death and that's inevitable besides taxes which you seem to know so much about being you owe so much don't you Jonnie Boy."

(She leans forward.)

Vampira: "Well don't you."

(She giggles and leans back and picks up another card cooing even more.)

Vmpira: "Ooooh. It's the Devil Card also known as Lucifer and I don't mean the wrestler. I mean Satan. Imagine my husband and I love this card. It represents evil and darkness and my husband and I love darkness along with spreading it."

(She puts it down.)

Vampira: "Now you probably think challenging my husband can end this curse. You think threats will alter or end the curse. You all think that those things and or anything else will end this curse....Forget it. So for now enjoy your victory Valentine. Don't screw anyone else Valentine or else things can get awfully worse and that goes for you too Pesci and Soutter. You knew what you had to do but you refused to do it. Try to do it now but you're too little and too late. Way too late. Believe me it could get much, much worse. Do you want all that will be brought down upon you and even more worse than it is now. Do you want all that will bring you is misfortune."

(She laugh louder.)

Vampira: "I know that's what you really want. So I wish you luck. You're going to need it in the future."

(She laughs even louder and the tron goes black and the lights go back on again.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Looks like Vampira spoiled Jonnie's celebration."

Andrew Fulton: "No she saved us from that embarrassing karaoke serenade."

Jeremy Tucker: "Well she delivered her cryptic warnings and her message that The Society of the New Breed and KGB is going to continue to pay for what they did. Let's hope they don't try to retaliate or else it could get worse for them. Psychotic Goth and Vampira aren't bluffing from what she said."

Andrew Fulton: "That wouldn't be a surprise and when it comes to Vampira she's twice as scary on the tron as she is live."

Jeremy Tucker: "Well whatever happens things have gotten a lot more interesting. Right now we'll return with more Hardkore Helloween action after these commercials."

(They fade to commercials.)

[Jonnie Valentine]

["Pro Wrestling's Own" Jonnie Valentine is sitting on a stool, as medical personnel works on his cuts and lacerations. Ronnie The Merch Guy walks over with a cigar in his mouth]


Ronnie the Merch Guy: What did I tell ya, kid? Small packages. All small packages. Did I tell you?


"Pro Wrestling's Own" Jonnie Valentine: You told me. 


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Didn't I tell ya?


Jonnie Valentine: You told me. 


Ronnie the Merch Guy: You taught ol' Ronnie was off his bean when he said roll everyone up in an inside cradle. Didn't ya?


Jonnie Valentine: I did. 


Ronnie the Merch Guy: (takes his cigar out) No one saw it coming. 


Jonnie Valentine: How'd we do?


Ronnie the Merch Guy: I tried to sell all your Jonnie Valentine Halloween costumes for next year at half price, but we didn't have too many takers, kid. But yer "Make Thanksgiving Valentine's Day" cookbook is flying off the tables until Andrew Fulton narc'd me off. 


Jonnie Valentine: That's nice to hear, because that was really a labor of love...


[Jonnie pulls his towel off momentarily and blood squirts on Ronnie's face]


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Woah! Say it don't spray it, kid. 


Jonnie Valentine: Sorry about that.      


Ronnie the Merch Guy: So should we pack up and go home? 


Jonnie Valentine: What? No. I have two more matches.       


Ronnie the Merch Guy: (puts cigar back in his mouth) No one told me?  


Jonnie Valentine: That's the whole thing. Now I team with Frostbite against Soutter and Radu Matei in The Road To Helloween. After we win, I wrestle Frostbite to see who wins the 2019 Hardkore Helloween Cup. 


Ronnie the Merch Guy: To be honest, kid, I never really pay attention to deez tings. The people at the Ice Capades have da same problem wit me.  


Jonnie Valentine: Never mind, just set the table up somewhere else. We have more merch to sell.      


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Yous gotta be more careful doe, kid. Dey gots vampire broads around heres dat bite and give ya's diarrhea. You knows what stops that? 


Jonnie Valentine: (sighs) Garlic?


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Nah, sweet potatoes. Plus ya gotta hydrate. I've heard miso soup can be good for dat too. How's you gonna win a match wit dat Frostbite guy if yous don't get along? 


Jonnie Valentine: Us? The issues Frostbite and I have pale in comparison to Radu Matei and Soutter. Those two are gonna be so ready to rip each other apart in the final, they'll forget to win the Road to Helloween. Now Soutter had a first round match so easy I would say he didn't break a sweat, but we both know that ain't true. Guy is drenched halfway through his Domino's breakfast order. But still, he didn't get raked along the barbed wire like Frostbite and I did. But still we got one thing that they ain't got.      


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Courage! 

Jonnie Valentine: The ability to focus on our opponents across the ring, and not worrying that the other is just sizing us up for the kill. I may not know Frostbite, and I'll have to destroy him later tonight, but for now, we're peas and carrots compared to those two.       


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Do dose go good tagether? I ain't ever had em. 


Jonnie Valentine: I gotta get patched up here.


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Say no more, kid. Say no more. 

[suzispitz]

The road can be a lonely place, especially, when it's the only life you know. Long, and eerily silent stretches of asphalt, and hypnotic white lines, constantly drawing you ever nearer to the places you can get your next fifteen minutes of sleep, before getting right back on the road again... sometimes it's a rest stop, or maybe even a bus station, or a Wal-Mart parking lot...
you can see some pretty strange things at all of them, but the people at Wal-Mart are, by far, the most bizarre.

Sometimes, it gets down right frightening.

A shaky scene, which appears to have been filmed on a cell phone, of a very large man trying to snatch Suzi's designer purse from her shoulder is shown, but paused, just as he latches on to the strap, and the narration continues, for a moment.

Luckily for her, that she's highly skilled in total badassery...

The scene suddenly un-pauses, showing Suzi performing an impromptu Armdrag on the poor sap, then immediately applying a Fujiwara Armbar, nearly snapping his elbow, and causing the would-be thief to cry out in pain.

SS : TAP OUT, YA LITTLE BITCH!

and then it's right back to the road...

but tonight, this Little Piece of Heaven, that's Hotter than Hell travels a different road... it's a road that seems to have no end, and the only speed limit is full speed.

Submitted for your approval…

(Twilight Zone Music)

A word to the wise, now to the wrestling fans of the world, to the excitement seekers, to the history buffs, and to everyone who would try to coax out a miracle from unlikely places…

Check that smack you're taking back for a two-cent deposit. The ass you save might well be your own…

Case in point, A Little Piece of Heaven, that's Hotter than Hell, who happens to be your S.W.A.T. World Wrestling Champion, still only beginning her journey, to destination unknown, on her trip into the Twilight Zone...

SS : I'm not gonna break his legs, so just stop it...

What you see is Suzi Spitz, talking to herself...

The Violent Vixen skillfully pilots her Official Suzi Spitz Hot Rod™ around the curve, casting her glare between the road, and the empty passenger's seat, next to her, as she continues to speak over the blaring music.

SS : I said stop it!

however, don't believe everything you see. For, the is a two way conversation happening.

The scene zooms in through the window, as Suzi drives by at a rather fast pace, revealing what some would call an imaginary friend, or possibly a figment of Suzi's imagination, appearing to be screaming at the top of her lungs, yet audible to The World Champion, as a loud whisper.

The Whispering : Break them! Break them both! Then gouge out his eyes, and shove 'em up his ass

SS : Nope.

Suzi appears determined in her resolute, and grins upon seeing the frustration build in The Whispering's expression.

SS : I might not even beat him... he's good... he's reeeal good.

The Whispering : He's a wannabe. A washed up has been! You'll break his legs! You'll maim him! DO IT!

SS : He's challenging for The World Heavyweight Title, I don't know how you figure he's a has-been... ya know what he really is?

The Whispering : NO! DON'T SAY IT! DON'T YOU DARE!

SS : Not only him, but his style... his presence... everything about him...

The Whispering : He's NOT! He's not Timeless! Don't let the words escape your lips!

SS : What? Timeless?!? You thought I was gonna say he's Timeless?

The Whispering : Well... yeah... I did...

SS : Ohhh-ho-ho-no... he's dated... AAAaaalllllllll that so-called talent, and charisma that got his ass to the main event, is exactly what's gonna get his ass whipped!

And every bit of it expires the second he steps that ass in my ring.

The Whispering : And then you will castrate him, and toss his bloody testicles to the fans! You'll do that, right? Won'tchya? Huh? Can you pull out his hair, and choke him with it too? Oh, and I need you to...

SS : Just stop it! All that sh*t's illegal. I'm gonna do what I always do.

Suzi looks at the voice in her head, and grins the most wicked of grins, but her imaginary friend, immediately adopts a rather smart-ass expression, and interrupts The Violent Vixen in the hopes of stirring up a bit of rage...

The Whispering : And what about Roxylishus? She called you a slut-face. A SLUT-FACE!..

since when do you let anyone talk smack about you? You'll tear out her ovaries, and make tacos with them. You know you will...

SS : Ummm... a slut-face?

The Whispering : Yessssss... Yessssss... a filthy... stinking... slut-face!

And methinks she meant it. She looked serious. Maybe you'll bite her ear off, and shove it down her throat, so she can hear the ignorance of her arrogance...

SS : Yeah, look, I ain't Mike Tyson. I'm Suzi Spitz, bitch... I ain't bitin' nobody's freakin' ears off.

I'm the world's greatest professional wrestler. And I got the gold ta prove it.

I really don't give a damn if The Roxter can hear how stupid she sounds... I don't even know what the holy hell a slut-face is supposed ta be.

The only thing I know, is that as long as I'm sportin' my pretty gold belt, Little Miss Lishious can call me whatever second grade nonsense she wants... it don't make a bitta difference, 'cause allz I gotta do ta keep my World Title, is smack her idiot boyfriend, or whatever he is...

and you can bet your ass, that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

The Whispering : Still, there's nothing wrong with bashing them both in the face with a sledgehammer, or maybe a fire extinguisher... no... nothing wrong with blood, or broken bones at all.

SS : Yeah, I guess you're right. I've been breakin' bones, and spillin' blood for my whole damned career.

The Whispering : And it's been fun. You know it has! You love it! Do it again tonight! DO IT! DO IT!

SS : Y'know... normally, I would...

The Whispering : You'll do it again! Tonight! You'll do ittwice, huh? You'll do it for Shitz-n-Gigglez™, won't you?!!

SS : Look... I love the violence, and chaos just as much as you do, but, here's the thing...

The Whispering : No! Not the thing! The thing is never good, I hate the thing!

SS : Yeah, I don't much care for the thing either, but...

ya see...

for the past five years, I've been looked at by people who never believed in me, as a joke... People who never had what it takes ta compete on my level disregarded me like I was nothin' more than the freakin' filler match... Hellz Bellz, I was in one promotion, where I won a stupid brief case that gave me the opportunity ta challenge for any title they had, and I couldn't even find out who the so-called champions were! THEY HID FROM ME, THEY BLOCKED ME ON THE FACEBOOK, AND THEY COMPLETELY OSTRACIZED ME FOR DOING THE SAME THINGS THEY DO BETTER THAN THEY COULD EVER DO IT!

The Whispering : And it made you mad, didn't it? It made you hate! It made you...

SS : IT MADE ME FU*KIN' SICK!

And when I suffered the worst blow anyone could ever suffer, one of 'em had the nerve ta tell me "Oh, boo friggin' hoo", so I decided fu*k em.

The Whispering : YES! YES! FU*K ALL OF THEM!

SS : So I left them bitches, and when I showed back up in S.W.A.T., I see Everybody's Favorite Nobody, Blaze Freya walkin' around here like the bitch thought she was somethin' special... so I whipped her ass, not once, but twice, and TOOK The Pan-Am Title from her, but it still wasn't enough!

Them buncha crybaby bitches just kept on shruggin' me off, so I did what I said I was gonna do, and I beat up three S.W.A.T. champions ta become the one that counts, and it STILL ain't good enough...

They say I took Freya's belt on a fluke, they say I took Radu's title on a fluke, well, it's time for 'em ta learn!

The Whispering : So you're going to rip out her throat, aren't you?

SS : Nope... I'm gonna hit 'em where it hurts 'em most...

The Whispering : In the nuts! That'll teach them all!

SS : NO!.. what'll teach the bastards, is when I outwrestle everybody they put in front of me, and prove 'em all wrong... AGAIN!

The Whispering : That sounds boring. Maybe Roxylishious was right... Maybe you are a slut-face... The KGB is going to destroy you as long as you have that attitude...

SS : Bitch, please... the whole wrestlin' world's been tryin' ta take my ass out for damn near twenty years, and they couldn't do it when allz I was doin' was havin' me a little fun...

a few idiots tryin' ta act like some big crime syndicate can't do it, now that I've gotten serious!

They might be able ta cheat me out of a win, and who knows? They might even be able ta come up with some kinda off the wall sh*t, and screw me out of the belt, but they'll never take me out. Never... hmmmph...

I guess that makes me "Timeless", and Alex Turner's time is up.

I don't give a rat's ass about his side trick, I don't care about Pesci, and The KGB can suck a dick!

Ya wanna talk about boring? HA!.. this...this is boring...

Enough talk. I'm already runnin' late...

The Violent Vixen reaches for the volume button on her stereo, cranks the music up as loud as it can go, and steps on the gas, hoping to make it to the arena in time for her match, ignoring the constant taunting from the voice in her head, focusing, instead, on reminding her haters of who she is.

Currently, she is your World Champion, and that could change as soon as tonight, but the one thing that will never change, is that amongst all the loudmouthed punks, and pussies in this business, here will always be one inescapable fact...

Suzi Spitz kicks ass...

To be Continued

[Soutter]

[We switch to the KGB locker room. The Mad Dog of Melbourne, Paul Soutter is pacing back and forth, he is wearing his ring gear, while the medics are attending to the rest of the KGB. Bruno is wearing a KGB tank top and his arms are crossed and huge muscles rippling at the door.]

Soutter : (looking over the injured bunch) Well, looks like i’m on my own here. Well, not quite my own, got Radu Matei bracketed up to tag with me, now, as much as i hate that turkey, one thing can’t be denied, he is on tough son of a bitch!

If i can’t have one of my KGB brothers as my partner in the Road to Helloween, i couldn’t be happier with Matei.

Firstly, after we win, i get to rip him to pieces and capture the Cup.

Secondly, he is one of the only guys tough enough going around to help me make it thru Valentine and the Snow Flake so i CAN tear him to pieces

Bruno : (big booming voice) YEAH!

Soutter : You know, as much as i hate the guy, we have a lot in common, more than many would think.

For example, a shared disdain for the Society. He hates watching them blow hearts prance around like they own the place as much as I. Listening to them drone on and on and on about their glory days, it’s pathetic, and not only makes ME and US sick, it makes Mr Matei sick as well, sick to our stinking stomachs.

Another thing we have in common, is we LOVE this place, SWAT. It’s our HOME!

As the Founder, i had a vision, and i made it happen, i brought us to the XHF! I revolutionised the business with our show format! Only OUR hard work, us, the Bandits, made it happen, and, i must admit, we couldn’t have come this far without the brutal hard hitting classics Radu had defending our belt show in, show out.

Credit where credit is due, you get in the ring with him, your pretty much fucked, he WILL make you famous, at your expense of course, and most likely, he WILL come out victorious. It’s what he does.

When we hear Jamookes like the Snow Flake prattle about how they want to burn SWAT down, it is a slap in our face.

Bruno : YEAH!

Soutter : (now looking into the camera) So, do i owe Radu one? You betcha god damn life i do, have since the Anzac Cup! That was a long time ago, i haven’t forgotten, nor have i rushed for my revenge, i have bided my time, and one more match until that time comes won’t faze me one iota. been wanting to say Iota for a long time

You know what really cracks me up the most though, is guys like Frostbite, and Valentine and the rest. Thinking they can waltz into our home, and just start calling out the Founder! And what? The KGB and myself after building an EMPIRE are going to just step aside and let you humps take our spot? Fuck that! Not on my watch!

I am the Big Bad Bustling Bandit!

THE SUIT!

THE Menace!

The Centre of Attention!

Mad Dog Paulie Mutha Fucken SOUTTER!

I got the Skill to Thrill!

The Name to Entertain!

I’m Loud and Proud and Well Endowed!

I am about to team with a killer in Radu Matei and beat Valentine in his own creation and the Snow Flake to boot ... and i like it LIKE THAT!

Bruno : YEAH!

[radu]

[Stalking through the backstage area, the former champion searches for some medics to patch his recentest wounds before the adrenaline rush fades out.  That might have been the first round for the rest of them, but him?  That's round fourteen.  Body still barely functioning after the beating the KGB dealt him, hell, after the beating that SWAT gave him the last half year.  Got to keep going though.  For Oxanna.  For everyone.  Can't let it show.  You need to muscle past this.  Keep your eye on the prize, even if you have to remain civil with that piece of subhuman shit.  Compartmentalize.  The way you block out the pain.  Block out his existence.  That hand could belong to anyone.  He'll hold up his end.  Just imagine he's Attila Balan.  Just muscle through.]

[Camera approaches.]

[Do not give them the satisfaction of knowing how much your skin crawls at the thought of getting Soutter to the finals.  Put on a brave front.  Ignore the pain.  The degradation.  Proclamations of revenge can wait.  Everyone knows how you feel about the Aussie bastard.  You just need to push it down, get through this second round.  Anyway, you don't have much skin left to crawl.  So the thoughts, like the agony, can be buried.  You can tough this out.  One more round and the prize is yours.  Not the cup... but revenge.]

[Unbreakable M forces a smile as he stalks up to the camera.]

Radu Matei: Hell's Bouncer.  Whenever you aren't on vacation - lazy son of a bitch that you are - OR rehabbing injuries - piss poor worker we know you to be - you pop up demanding a title rematch.  My whole RUN.  The one you like badmouthing, was dedicated to a single idea.  That you weren't WORTHY of the belt, and that your brief run wasn't recognized as OFFICIAL.  Rematch?  For what.  You lost.  You suck.  You acting like you were ever a real champion is just a testament to Lynn Brewster's questionable management skills, rather than any wrestling ability on your part.  I was willing to put you down again just to remove any shred of dignity you pretended to have, but you haven't been around much these last few months.  Well tonight you got me in the ring, Henry Fatherfucking Brown, you gave me your BEST... and I barely felt it.  You are little more than a gnat to me.  I know you're mentally ill, with only a few IQ points to rub together, but I hope you realize tonight just how FUCKING AWFUL you are.  Out classed on every level.  I'm glad we were able to do it in a battle royal, so I could enjoy the company of REAL wrestlers while putting you down like a rabid dog as a side gig.

That's all the time you're worth.

Seeing that colossal waste of space in the ring reminded me just how much I dislike Lynn Brewster.  Well Brewster, tonight you got your daughter in on the act.  I know you think I dropped the strap just to screw you out of a promotion.  When I first got here?  I wouldn't have thought twice about it, if it made your life difficult.  Only I respect the belt too much to do that.  So get those thoughts out of your mind - because you're not only insulting me, but also Suzi Spitz - who is a great and deserving champion.  As I rough you up with your family, you may not understand this, but NOT letting you come back as General Manager was the nicest thing I could have done for you.

See I owe you, Lynn.  You set me free.  It was scary at first, but I've started to adapt.  I see you shackled, and have decided to return the favour.  

I will set you free, and before my body breaks down, Lynn, you will thank and apologize to me.

Last order of old business... Psychotic Goth.

Did you really say that losing on an XHF show put SWAT on the map?  Thats like me saying that your losing to me tonight made Shootfighter into a household name... tonight was a lesson.  What happens in SWAT is a hell of a lot more important than moonlighting in sister federations.  You're one of the lucky few that gets to play in this kingdom.  You can blame crazy for a lot, but NEVER forget that.

[The Sacrificial Idol starts to move again, with the camera following alongside for a profile shot.]

Radu Matei: I was almost out... I had done what I set out too, but the little troll was right.  For the sake of closure, there are a few things left to do before I can check out. <cringe> Which brings me to the second round...

Frostbite.

The last time we danced, the KGB prevented us from having the five star classic that the audience were promised.  Tonight, is our second chance.  We owe it to the SWAT fans to give them what was stolen.  I still have burn marks from that obscenely stupid clusterfuck... now I blame the douchebag road agent for making that the shittiest match in the history of SWAT, but I still owe you a few bruises from it.  So tonight I'm not going to let my (cuts himself off from talking about Soutter)... tonight... I'm going to return a few knocks.  I probably won't cover your body in third degree burns, that would be a pretty worthless scumbag move... but you have some bumps coming to you.  For the rage that has built up over the past few months, I am looking forwards to this.

Valentine.

During the final months of my championship run, I was so busy defending against the top contenders, I was unable to give you New Breeders the proper attention.  The axes I have to grind mean that that isn't going to change anytime soon, so this might be the only chance I have to test my luck against the Hardkore huckster.  I have spent much blood to restore the lustre to the SWAT World title.  Tonight, I am going to do the same for you.  See, you already sold the Helloween Cup concept... but imagine how much coin you can get for the cup?  Its not defended on a weekly basis like a title, so I have no doubt you're already auctioning it on eBay.  I hate to deprive you of the "buy it now twenty bucks," but to save your legacy from being cheapened further.... tonight... just tonight... I'm going to save a little piece of you.

I was hoping for your spleen... I could use one of those... but the Halloween Cup will have to do.

[DEATHLESS finally spots a medic further down the hall.  About time.  Running on empty.]

Radu Matei: And hell... maybe that Aussie fuck can spare a spleen.

[Helloween Cup...]

[...Soutter...]

[It would suck to be the men that stand between Matei and his prize.]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome back, and now it’s time for the Road to Helloween Tag Team Semi Final Barbed Wire Death Rope Match!

Andrew Fulton : Man o man, we have seen a lot of Barbed Wire Death Rope matches tonight.

Jeremy Tucker : That’s kind of the idea.

Andrew Fulton : I get it, sorta. It’s like after the fifth lap dance though, tits tits and more tits.

Jeremy Tucker : You don’t stop at five though do you Fulton?

Andrew Fulton : Of course not, are you kidding, them young girls have families and drug dealers to support.

Frank Salazar : The Following contest is a Barbed Wire Rope Death Match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first ... he hails from Melbourne Australia ... coming in at 6’2 and 364 pounds .... The Big Bad Bustling Bandit! Paul SOUTTER!!!!

[Peel Their Caps Back - Ice T blares thru the arena and the Bandit Mobil makes its way down thru the ramp way. Soutter and Bruno standing in the back. It drives down to ringside and they make thier way into the ring.]

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Jeremy Tucker : The Founder pulled some strings and got the easiest draw in the first bracket you could imagine, meanwhile, three other superstars went thru hell to qualify for this semi final, what The Suit has become is a tragedy, he was once the most beloved wrestler on the planet, but the KGB and Pesci have rotted his brain and now, he is despised but not only the workers in the back, the fans, but also, myself.

Andrew Fulton : He stands for and fights for what he believes in Jerry.

Frank Salazar : and introducing his tag team partner, who won bracket three to be teamed together with the Suit, he hails Sibiu, Romania and comes in at 6’2 and 234 pounds ... he is The Sacrifical Idol .... RADU MATEI!!!

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

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

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

#Makes me feel like a madman on the run#

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Arriving at ringside, the champion lifts the ring curtain to check on his bag of tricks. Nothing has escaped. Probably for the best. Leaving the sack next to the ring steps, Matei slowly ascends to the ring. Getting into the middle of the ring, he still seems uncomfortable, but throws a heavily bandaged arm up in the air to a massive pop from the crowd. The Deathless has arrived. He and Suit meet in the ring and start discussing game plans, Suit seems to be barking orders at him, and Radu doesn’t look too impressed.]


Frank Salazar : Now introducing their opponents, first, hailing from Boulder, Colorado and coming in at 6’2 and 225 pounds .... he is The Cold Hearted Bastard ... FROSTBITE!!!

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

Frank Salazar : and introducing his partner, he hails from Palm Springs, California and comes in at 5’10 and 234 pounds ... he is Pro Wrestling’s Own .... Jonnie VALENTINE!!!

["My Heart Beats With People" by Jonnie Valentine hits and Jonnie jogs down to the ring, slapping fans hands, doing a full lap around the front row. He pulls on the top rope to vault inside the ring and does the double guns to the crowd, then he joins Frostbite and offers him a hand shake, Frostbite accepts and they start discussing their game plans.]

Jeremy Tucker : Not a Jonnie / Syberus handshake from a few shows ago to mark the reformation of the Society ... but a genuine hand shake none the less.

Andrew Fulton : The bell rings and this one is under way, and it appears it’s a tornado tag.

Jeremy Tucker : Radu charges at Frostbite and he wasn’t expecting that, locked in a stare down with his nemesis The Suit, and Radu clocks him with some hard right hands.

Andrew Fulton : Jonnie and Suit then advance on each other and start duking it out, the crowd Boo’ing each shot Suit delivers and Cheering all of Jonnie’s hits. Stupid idiots.

Jeremy Tucker : Radu grabs Frostbite with a handful of hair and delivers a big head butt, that staggers both of them.

Andrew Fulton : Radu is a walking zombie almost out there, he is so beaten and battered, he hurts himself more with each move than he hurts his opponents.

Jeremy Tucker : Jonnie getting the better of the exchange with Soutter, and he blocks an over compensated shot by Suit and hip tosses the big man, right into the waiting Barbed Wire ropes, and then cart wheels, what agility, the fans loving this at ringside.

Andrew Fulton : Want to impress me with a cart wheel, you damn sure want to be naked.

Jeremy Tucker : Jonnie with a half nelson crunch on Suit, Half nelson while crunching the face of Soutter into the barbed wire.

Andrew Fulton : Radu and Frostbite both recover from that brutal headbutt that rocked them both and Radu chop blocks him, then stomps him into the barbed wire, then blindsides Valentine with a thrust kick to the back of the head.

Jeremy Tucker : Soutter grabs the fallen Valentine and then forces him mouth first into the wire!

Andrew Fulton : He is going to make him into SWAT’s own Joker!

Jeremy Tucker : Radu lifts Valentines legs up like a wheel barrow while Suit is forcing him into the wires by the back of his head, and Frostbite lunges with a flying forearm to Suit and a combo enziguri to Radu! What a save!

Andrew Fulton : Frostbite then fall away slams Radu into the wire!

Jeremy Tucker : Jonnie back after Soutter, and a double arm belly to belly overhead suplex, right into Radu! Soutter’s weight forces he and Radu to crash thru the wire ropes to the outside.

Andrew Fulton : Jonnie drops down to the mat, and he holds the legs of Radu open into a giant swing, and Frostbite comes down from the apron with a leg drop to Radu’s balls!

Jeremy Tucker : Soutter staggers back to his feet, and Jonnie and Frostbite grab an arm each, double arm twist into a double superkick! Valentine and Frostbite are working GREAT as a team!

Andrew Fulton : The Snow Flake will probably be the next geezer to jump on the Society’s band wagon.

Jeremy Tucker : They roll Radu into the ring, and then Soutter after him.

Andrew Fulton : Jonnie grabs a chair from under the ring and brings it into the ring with him. Here is the old Jonnie Valentine we have been waiting for.

Jeremy Tucker : WHAM! Wicked chair shot to the head of the Big Bad Bustling Bandit!

Andrew Fulton : Valentine turns around, and RADU Superkicks the chair into Jonnies own face!

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite with a flip over piledriver on Radu into a hard knee to his face. The fans on their feet here, Frostbite goes for a cover on Radu .....

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

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

Soutter breaks the count.

Andrew Fulton : Nice save. Soutter grabs the chair and he proceeds to wallop Frostbite with it into oblivion.

Jeremy Tucker : Jonnie double ax handles Soutter, then chicken wing spike suplexes him, again into the wire ropes.

Andrew Fulton : CWM Special: Jumping Backdrop Driver on Jonnie by Radu!

Jeremy Tucker : Mile High!!! ( high vertical suplex into a tombstone piledriver by Frosty on Radu.)

Andrew Fulton : Soutter grabs Frosty and nails him with a gut wrench suplex, then Irish whips him into the wired corner, and charges in behind him with a cracking Avalanche!

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite is finished! Jonnie comes to his aide though and grabs Soutter, slingshot suplex into backbreaker!

Andrew Fulton : Radu back up, measures Valentine ... AXE BOMBER!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Radu with the cover ............

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

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

Thr ... Valentine kicks out.

Andrew Fulton : Close call that. Jonnie nearly lost his own evil creation of a match.

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite hasn’t moved since that Avalanche, and Soutter now comes over to help Radu and he starts stomping away on Jonnie. Radu looks at the carnage, and Soutter starts barking orders at him, Soutter locks Jonnie in a full nelson and holds him for Radu, and Radu goes to town with a series of strikes - 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. Soutter then full nelson slams Jonnie over and instructs Radu to make the cover, Radu does wanting to win, and Soutter also jumps on top of Radu, they are both pinning Jonnie!

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

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

THREE ... No! Frostbite makes the save!

Andrew Fulton : Frosty then with a tilt a whirl gut buster to Radu!

Jeremy Tucker : Soutter grabs Frostbite and powerslams him!

Andrew Fulton : The Master of the Powerslam! Valentine gave Suit that moniker back in the day, and now the very move is going to cost him his own Match!

Jeremy Tucker : Cover by Suit on Frostbite!

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

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

THR ... Jonnie makes the save.

Andrew Fulton : Jonnie with a Hammerlock northern lights suplex on Suit! Suit jumps back to his feet ...

Jeremy Tucker : ... Picture Perfect drop kick by Jonnie!!! Soutter is gone! Jonnie makes the cover .... hooks the leg ......

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

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

THREE ... Radu breaks the count. It doesn’t get any closer!

Andrew Fulton : Creep Crawl: Running Shoulderblock into a rolling inside cradle by Radu to Jonnie!

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

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

T ... Jonnie rolls out of the cradle.

Andrew Fulton : Mist in the EYES! Radu just sprayed Jonnie right in the eyes as he came up from the cradle!

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite comes at Radu but walks right into a spinning back fist to the jaw and the blood flows from the corner of Frostbites jaw like its slow motion.

Andrew Fulton : SPEAR! SOUTTER SPEAR by Soutter to Frostbite!

Jeremy Tucker : Radu stalks Frostbite .... Jumping double stomp to the face/chest with enough force that it almost looks like a senton, but he just took his Frostbites head off. Matei ends up on top for the pin. Omukade Press. Thats it! Nobody kicks out of that.

Andrew Fulton : Soutter grabs Radu and hurls him, right at a blinded Valentine, and both fly into the barbed wire, getting tangled.

Jeremy Tucker : Suit grabs the out of Frostbite ...SOUTTER SPECIAL!! (Rikishi Driver)

Andrew Fulton : That’s it! Its over!

Jeremy Tucker : Soutter with the cover ............

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

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

Valentine lunges for the break, but Radu clutches to him and keeps the pair of them engulfed in the barbed wire .....

THREEEEEEEE!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : YESSSSS!!! Soutter just pinned Frostbite! And won this match for he and Radu!

Jeremy Tucker : He won it? Are you kidding, Radu had it won with the Omukade Press and Soutter blatantly threw his own partner to the wolves and the ropes and STOLE the victory for their team.

Andrew Fulton : Whatever. He got the three count and the same will be the case when he faces Radu in the final.

Jeremy Tucker : Valentine and Frostbite were Galant, but in this business, there can only be one winner.

Andrew Fulton : Or two, you know, as it’s a tag match.

Jeremy Tucker : Valentine and Radu are still tangled in the ropes, they are stuck in there good and can’t get out. Soutter grabs Radu by the throat and screams at him YOU’RE NEXT! As Peel their Caps back hits and he heads to the back, the road agents rushing out to cut Radu and Valentine out of the ropes.

[frostbite]

After the match we see Frostbite back in the locker room getting checked out by the local medic.. The strawberry haired young man almost looks like Doogie Howser, wearing a black jacket with tan slacks walking over to Frostbite who is bent over with blood pouring out of his head and holding his ribs after the hard spear he had taken moments ago from Paul Soutter. Frostbite turns his head toward the doctor with an intense look in his blue eyes.

Doctor: Frostbite I am here to help you.

Frostbite gets up from the medic table as he looks right into the doctor's green eyes.

Frostbite: I do not need any help.

Doctor: Sir, I must check your ribs, they could be broken.

Frostbite: Tape them up damn it.

The doctor moves in closer toward Frostbite to check his head.

Doctor: Please, I also need to check your head sir. You might need stitches that is a nasty cut over your left eye.

Trickles of blood hit the floor.

Frostbite: So let me bleed it is not the first time, I have been busted wide open before.

Frostbite begins to walk slowly out of the room, as the doctor walks over to Frostbite has he grabs his right arm. Frostbite slowly turns around and with a knee jerk reaction grabs the doctor by his throat and pushes him right back into the wall.

Frostbite: What do you think you are doing laying your hands on me like that. I should toss you across this room.

Suddenly the room to the medic room flies open and standing there are Doomsday and Lucifer. Doomsday eyes grow wide as he sees what Frostbite is doing. He quickly walks over to Frostbite and pulls him off the doctor.

Doomsday: Dude have you lost your mind. The man is trying to help you.

Frostbite: Damn it, do you see that out there. Soutter pin me, that pisses me off. I should have won that damn cup. It was mine for the taken. I am not a big fan of Johnnie's but I owe the man a apology for not holding up my end of the bargain.

Doomsday: Dude, you are taking this thing a little too far. I know you want revenge for what Soutter said about you last year. I know getting pinned by him probably hurt your pride.

Frostbite: That is not it.

Doomsday: What in the hell is It?

Frostbite: I would like for somebody to help me understand things. For the past few years, for whatever reason this sport is trying so damn hard to keep me away from winning any championship. Please what did I do to piss off this business.

Doomsday: Dude you are asking the two wrong people that question. It has been ages since myself or Lucifer have had any gold around our waist. I really believe this business has black balled us and we did not do anything to harm the business.

Frostbite: I hear you.. I made my return here and I have not done a damn thing. Sure I have been a thorn in Soutter side, but let's be real.. The man is no where has talent as I am, we all known that. Besides the son of a bitch has a entire army at his calling.

Doomsday: Dude you will have your day, I know you. You have been down this path before and you bounce back.

Frostbite: Big man things are different. I just feel it. I thought bringing you two back would rekindle something. The three of us laying waist to people in this company, but that has not happen.

Doomsday: Look myself and Lucifer are ticked off with our performance earlier. We knew everybody would come after us and they did. I would have done the same thing because we are two seven footers that were a threat. But we will get back at the World soon enough. But dude you need to snap out of it.

Frostbite: I am going to snap Soutter neck off his body is what I am going to do. But that cup was the ticket to getting things in motion. That cup was the going to be the beginning of the end for Soutter. The cup was going to lead me to the World title. There lies the problem.

Doomsday: What problem.

Frostbite: How much longer must I be without the chance of not being called World Champion. It eats away so much that I am not champ. Call it pride, call it being greedy or whatever you need to call it but this is gone on far enough.

Doomsday: What do you plan on doing about it. Paul is never going to let you see a title shot ever.

Frostbite: I have to take out the problem and that would be Paul himself. That sorry sack of shit is going to get what is coming to him. I told these bastard it is not about the KGB or the Johnnie's little group or anybody else. Nope it is about time, I take the fuck over. Enough is simply enough.

Doomsday: What in the hell are you going to do about it.

Frostbite: Paul has one more match this evening. I might have to stick around and catch it.

Frostbite blows pass Lucifer as Doomsday looks at him.

Doomsday: I have a feeling we need to keep an eye out on him.

Lucifer: When he gets in one of those moods it is not a good thing for anybody.

The two leave the room..

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite is highly upset.

Andrew Fulton: Ah Frostbite is a crybaby because Paul pinned him. He knows that KGB is the way. And Paul will win the cup tonight.

Jeremy Tucker: Dis you hear Frostbite saying that he was going to do something about it.

Andrew Fulton: An idea threat that does not mean anything, and if were to try something the KGB had his back.

[SWAT Team]

[Suzi Spitz makes her way down the ramp with the title belt over her shoulder. She high fives some fans along the way.]



Frank Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SWAT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 135lbs... she is the SWAT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... SUZI SPITZ!!!



[Suzi Spitz rolls into the ring and lifts the title belt in the air to cheers from the crowd.]

Andrew Fulton: What an upset it was an a huge moment for Suzi Spitz to defeat Radu Matei and win the biggest prize in wrestling.

[“Timeless” Alex Turner pushes through the curtains and with his eyes fixed on Suzi Sptiz, walks down the ramp towards the ring.]



Frank Salazar: And the challenger, from New Hope, Minnesota, weighing in at 262lbs... “TIMELESS” ALEX TURNER!!!



[Turner steps through the ropes still not taking his eyes off Suzi Spitz and the SWAT championship belt. The music dies down and the referee raises the belt in the air.]



Jeremy Tucker: Suzi Spitz and Timeless have been two of SWAT's mainstays and what a win it was for Spitz to take the World Heavyweight crown. Now the pair of them go head to head to see who really deserves to be at the top of the mountain here in SWAT.



Andrew Fulton: This could be a match for the ages.



[The bell rings and Spitz and Turner lock up dead centre. Turner immediately uses his strength advantage to force Spitz back and the hold breaks down.]



Jeremy Tucker: Alex Turner giving Suzi Spits a wry smile here, getting the mind games started early. Cleary with a significant strength advantage in this contest.



Andrew: Fulton: Suzi Spitz of course quicker and more agile.



[Another lock up and this time Suzi Spitz turns into a hammerlock but Turner elbows her off. Spitz comes off the ropes but Timeless stands firm and shoulder blocks her to the mat.]



Jeremy Tucker: Irish whip by Alex Turner, challenging here for the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship. Big body slam to the champion on the return!



[Spitz' back arches off the canvas in pain. Turner grabs her by the hair and pulls her to her feet. Shoving her back into the corner, Turner starts laying in some boots to the mid.]



Jeremy Tucker: Immediately sensing an opening, Alex Turner keeps the offence burning.



Andrew Fulton: Against someone like Suzi Spitz if you have that chance just keep on hitting. It's the right call, nothing fancy, look at these right hands.



[Timeless pummels Spitz in the face with some tough forearms. Her head rocks back with the audible slap of his elbow meeting her jaw.]



Andrew Fulton: Ohhh listen to that.



Jeremy Tucker: Alex Turner hip tosses the champion out of the corner and applies an arm lock, ragging on that shoulder joint. She looks in real discomfort here.



Andrew Fulton: Looks like Suzi Spitz is already dazed from those early strikes.



[The referee asks Spitz if she wants to submit, she shakes her head and starts to battle back to her feet.]



Jeremy Tucker: The champion rolling into the pressure of that arm lock, and manages to land a couple of punches to Timeless – who cuts her off with a huge elbow brought right down onto the back of her head!!



Andrew Fulton: Alex Turner is looking the part here.



Jeremy Tucker: Early stages but he has the champion on the ropes. Suzi Spitz crumbles to the mat.



[Alex Turner picks up Suzi Spitz and applies a waistlock looking for a german suplex. Suzi elbows him in the face and stamps on a foot.]



Jeremy Tucker: Suzi Spitz with a low drop kick takes down the challenger and buys her some time!



Andrew Fulton: She needed that, valuable seconds to just cut off the offence from Alex Turner.



[Spitz takes advantage of Turner nursing his knee, right where she landed the dropkick, for a split second and comes off the ropes with a bulldog.]



Jeremy Tucker: Oh and Suzi Spitz follows up – Timeless getting his face spiked into the canvas!



Andrew Fulton: She could have just flipped the momentum here!



[Spitz is still groggy but wipes her face as Turner pulls himself up on the ropes. She snaps him back down to the mat with a neckbreaker.]



Jeremy Tucker: Just as “Timeless” Alex Turner did a moment ago, the SWAT World Heavyweight champion doing the simple things well here when the opening presented itself; not overcomplicating things, acting on instinct and keeping her offence rolling.



Andrew Fulton: Look at this – with Turner on all fours Spitz nails a running knee to the side of the head!!



[The crowd let out a loud “ooohhh!!” as Tuner's head wobbles from the impact. Suzi Spitz leans back in a turnbuckle to catch a breather for a second.]



Jeremy Tucker: I know she took some early shots but this could be a mistake here from the champion, every second is valuable in a match like this and she needs to keep on top of Alex Turner who is as dangerous as they get.



Andrew Fulton: Agreed. Though that knee really took the challenger down.



[Alex Turner staggers back to his feet, clearly the worse for wear. Spitz comes running with a spinning heel kick.]



Jeremy Tucker: Suzi Spitz looking for a DDT here, blocked by Alex Turner who comes back to life and elbows his way out.



Andrew Fulton: Timeless swings and misses with the clothesline!



Jeremy Tucker: Suzi Spitz with a codebreaker! What a move! Completely catching her challenger out.



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



[Suzi spits drags Timeless back to his feet. He jabs her in the eye with a thumb.]



Jeremy Tucker: A cheap shot from Alex Turner, but this is for the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship after all.



Andrew Fulton: Bodyslam by Timeless!



[Both competitors lay dazed on the canvas for a moment to applause from the crowd.]



Jeremy Tucker: Both challenger and champion down for the moment, each probably sensing the other is as happy as they are to take a breather.



Andrew Fulton: Can't blame them - both have taken some tough blows in these early stages.



Referee Frederik Gunnarson: 1...



Jeremy Tucker: The ref starts his count, these guys will have to listen out.



Referee Frederik Gunnarson: 2...



[Both start to stir and roll onto their fronts as the referee's count continues. They reach for ropes on opposite sides of the ring.]



Referee Frederik Gunnarson: 3...



Jeremy Tucker: An open contest we're seeing here at Hardkore Helloween, for the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship.



Referee Frederik Gunnarson: 4...



Andrew Fulton: Both back to their feet – we're ready to start this all over again!!



Jeremy Tucker: Neither look 100% fresh any more. Suzi Spits ducks the advance of “Timeless” Alex Turner, she goes for the full neslon but the challenger is too strong. Snapmare by Turner.



[Timeless kneels down behind Spitz and applies a chinlock, grinding on the neck joint as Spitz groans in pain. The referee asks Spitz if she wants to submit while Turner tells her to quit.]



Jeremy Tucker: Alex Turner fully prepared to rip the champion's head off to win the prize tonight.



Andrew Fulton: As he should be, but Suzi Spitz isn't going down without a fight.



[Suzi Spitz can't break free of the hold but realising her position in the ring, manages to get a foot on the rope.]



Jeremy Tucker: Poor ring sense from the challenger there, more focused on the application of the hold than where he was in the ring. The referee forces him to break it off.



[Timeless argues with the referee as Suzi Spits gets back to her feet. She comes charging at him but he ducks and pulls down a rope, sending her tumbling out of the ring!]



Andrew Fulton: Ohhh did you hear that impact?? The champion's body slamming onto that mat outside the ring.



[Suzi Spits rolls around on the outside clutching her midsection clearly winded from the impact of the fall. Alex Turner grins and steps through the ropes.]



Jeremy Tucker: Looks like the challenger smells blood here.



Andrew Fulton: Turner picks up Suzi Spitz and drops her ribs right onto the steel barricade!



Referee Frederik Gunnarson: 1....



Jeremy Tucker: Suzi Spitz is in a bad way here with her World Heavyweight title on the line!!



Andrew Fulton: Alex Turner whips her into the steel barricade this time!



Referee Frederik Gunnarson: 2...



[The crowd barricade buckles as Suzi's body hits into it causing fans on the front row to spill their beers.]



Andrew Fulton: We need a refill over here!



Jeremy Tucker: I think if Timeless wins the world title tonight he'll happily buy the whole area a drink!



Referee Frederik Gunnarson: 3...



[Turner slams Spitz's face into the ring steps. She tumbles onto the mat and starts bleeding from a cut to her eyebrow.]



Jeremy Tucker: The champion has been busted open here!



Andrew Fulton: Well, it is Hardkore Helloween.



Referee Frederik Gunnarson: 4...



Jeremy Tucker: The ref's count is up to four, Alex Turner needs to keep an eye on that.



Andrew Fulton: He needs to get Suzi Spitz back in the ring first!



Referee Frederik Gunnarson: 5...



[Alex Turner drags Suzi Spitz, who is dead weight back up and bundles her under the ropes. She rolls further into the ring as he steps back through the ropes.]



Jeremy Tucker: We could have a new World Heavyweight Champion if Alex Tuner takes his chance here – the champion really is in a bad way, battered and bloodied. Turner crushes Suzi Spitz with a back suplex!



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



Jeremy Tucker: No! It's not over yet.



Andrew Fulton: But Timeless is sensing the end here.



Jeremy Tucker: He hooks up Suzi Spitz for a Fisherman's Bomb!!



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



Jeremy Tucker: I can't believe it! And from the look of it neither can Alex Turner!!



Andrew Fulton: Believe it or not that was only a 2!



[Timeless has a look of disbelief on his face but soon pulls Suzi Spitz back to her feet. She rocks him with a desperation jawbreaker!!]



Jeremy Tucker: Drop toe hold by the champion! Suzi Spitz follows up with a Famouser!!



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



Andrew Fulton: Where did she get that from?



Jeremy Tucker: I don't know where Suzi Spitz found the power to cut off Alex Turner at that moment but that could be huge for her chances in this match!!



Andrew Fulton: She's still bleeding pretty badly and is in no rush to continue the onslaught. Suzi Spitz falls back in a corner to nurse her wounds.



Jeremy Tucker: Timeless meanwhile rolls over holding his head which just got planted into the canvas with that Famouser. You get the feeling this match could be decided any moment now.



[Suzi Spitz leaps onto Turner's back to apply a cobra clutch!]



Jeremy Tucker: Look at this! Suzi Spitz going for the submission, Turner can't shake her off!!



Andrew Fulton: She's cutting the air off with that Cobra Clutch – be she needs to put all her strength into this.



Jeremy Tucker: Spitz quite literally trying to choke the air out of Turner's challenge for her world heavyweight title. But he finally drives her back into a corner and slams her into a turnbuckle.



[Spitz breaks the hold but immediately bursts out with a bulldog again.]



Andrew Fulton: The challenger is down! A bloodied Suzi Spitz hops up to the top rope!



Jeremy Tucker: Split Legged Moonsault!!



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



Jeremy Tucker: He kicks out! Turner kicks out! The match goes on!



[Suzi Spitz holds her head, she can't believe it. She gets back to her feet and waits for a stumbling Alex Turner to get back to his.]



Jeremy Tucker: Spitz runs straight into a clothesline! Timeless almost takes her head off!



[Timeless pulls Spitz up as if he's about to go for a belly to back suplex but instead crushes her with a sit out wheelbarrow facebuster.]



Jeremy Tucker: Turn Me Loose!!!



Andrew Fulton: This must be it!!



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



[The crowd can't believe it as Turner sits up and just glares at the referee.]



Jeremy Tucker: Unbelievable!! Alex Turner was a split second away from the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship!



Andrew Fulton: I'm speechless – I can't believe what I'm seeing – how did she kick out of that!?



[Timeless drags up Suzi Spitz, who is basically limp and powerless at this stage, and lifts her up to the top turnbuckle.]



Jeremy Tucker: Uh-oh. What's he going for here?



Andrew Fulton: Timeless wants this done. He wants that SWAT World Heavyweight Championship. He's going to finish it for good!



[Suzi Spitz summons the strength to block his suplex attempt. She upper cuts him once, twice, three times, and finally knocks him off the turnbuckle with a fourth.]



Jeremy Tucker: The champion is still alive! Turner gets back to his feet – Suzi Spitz comes off the top rope with a hurricanrana and holds for the pin!! Oral Victory!!



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



Jeremy Tucker: She's done it!!



Andrew Fulton: What a match!



Frank Salazar: The winner of the match and STILL SWAT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... SUZI SPITZ!!!



Jeremy Tucker: Both gave it their absolute all, Suzi Spitz was almost spent and won this match with what must have been her absolute last ounce of energy.



Andrew Fulton: Hats off to both these guys.



[Suzi Spitz clutches the title belt to her chest as blood flows down her face and the camera fades.]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Well fans that championship defence is going to be a tough act to follow...



Andrew Fulton: Especially considering how much blood the competitors have already lost.



Jeremy Tucker: ...but it’s time for the Helloween Cup finals. Through the machinations of the SWAT founder, who practically handed himself a first round win, and the almost super human survival instincts of our former champion, we have a match over half a year in the making.



Andrew Fulton: In the build-up to the Anzac Cup, Radu Matei buried Soutter under a heap of trash, and left him to die in a landfill.



Jeremy Tucker: At the time it looked like Soutter was going to turn over a new leaf and defend SWAT from the beast, but both men took very different paths, and now the SWAT fans just wish the Bandit had died in that landfill. While other commitments have kept their grudge from playing out in the ring, their bad blood reached a fever pitch on the last battleground, when Soutter assaulted Matei to such a degree that many believe our founder cost Unbreakable M the world title.



Andrew Fulton: Matei still looks concussed from those repeater Soutterbombs on the concrete floor. My money is on the Bandit for the win!



Jeremy Tucker: Big surprise there. With the stage set for a classic worthy of the tournament, we throw it over to Frank Salazar in the ring.


Frank Salazar: Ladies and gentlemen... this is your MAIN EVEEEEEENT... THE FINALS OF THE HARDKORE HELLOWEEEEEEEEN CUP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*MONSTER POP*

Frank Salazar: A barbwire death match, scheduled for one fall, with the winner taking home the 2019 Halloween Cup and an open contract for the main event of New Year's Nightmare!  Entering first... 



[Riz Ortolani's haunting theme from Cannibal Holocaust starts to play over the loud speakers leading the crowd to belt out a deafening face pop!!!]

Frank Salazar: Standing at 6'2" and weighing in at 234 pounds... he comes to us from Sibiu, Romania.....

The Beast of Dixie...
DEATHLESS HIMSELF...
UNBREAKABLE M...
THAT SACRIFICIAL IDOL...

RAAAAAADU MAAAAAATEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Crowd reaction is loud enough to blow the roof of this joint.  8 people would be pronounced dead.  Flashbulbs go off throughout the arena as the former world champion pushes his way through the curtains.  In keeping with the Halloween theme, Radu Matei has doubled up on the medical gauze, and is now decked out to look like the Mummy.  Moving with the speed of a man who should have retired months ago, Unbreakable M slowly makes his way down the aisle slapping hands as he goes.]


Jeremy Tucker: The former champion celebrating the holiday in style, dressed as a Mummy.


Andrew Fulton: He dresses that way all the time - so he added some bling?  Nothing to brag about!  

Frank Salazar: And his opponent... standing at 6'2" and weighing in at 364lbs... he comes to us from Melbourne, Australia...

The Big Bad Bustling Bandit!
THE Menace!
The Centre of Attention!
The Name to Entertain!

Maaad Dooooooog Paaaaaaulie SOUTTTTTTTTTTTERRRRRRRRRR!

*MASSIVE JEERS*



[Peel Their Caps Back - Ice T blares thru the arena and the Bandit Mobil makes its way down thru the ramp way.  Soutter stands in the back.  Pushing through the curtains after the car is Joe Pesci, who V-line for the announce position rather than following the finalist down.  The car drives down to ringside, where Soutter bats away garbage thrown from the audience while making his way through the barbwire ropes.]



Jeremy Tucker: Both competitors now in the ring.  You could cut the tension with a knife.  We're being joined at the broadcast booth by SWAT owner Joe Pesci.


Joe Pesci: Evening boys!  I hope everyone is having a great holiday!  Its been a nightmare for me, what with Spitz CHEATING to rob poor Turner of the world title.  I hope she enjoys living on borrowed time, cause when Suit wins the Halloween Cup, I'll know he'll use that open contract to take the strap off Suzi at New Year's Nightmare!



Andrew Fulton: I'm surprised you, Bruno, and the rest of the KGB aren't out here in Soutter's corner.


Joe Pesci: Nature of these lame brain Valentine ideas - there ends up being a lot of medical treatment.  Joanne and the Tongs are all out getting stitches put in.  Wouldn't matter if we had our full force, Suit asked us to leave him to it.  He doesn't need anyone to beat Radu.  Just watch a repeat of the last Battleground, Suit already has him beat.


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



Jeremy Tucker: There's the bell - and they're off!  ...staring one another down.  Neither man willing to move first, both just burning holes in one another with the hatred in their eyes...



Andrew Fulton:
If Radu wants to play head games, Paul is more than happy to oblige.  The Sacrificial Idol can barely stand-up, his knees are wobbly as hell, the longer this match goes, the longer this match goes the more it favours Soutter!


Jeremy Tucker: Given the hundred pound weight difference, I wouldn't normally agree, but Matei doesn't have a lot left in him, and the faster this match ends, the better his prospects are.



Andrew Fulton: Matei finally going for a lock-up, and attempting a collar tie, but Soutter hooking the arm, and using his free one to nail a HARD RIGHT CROSS!  Crowd boo the cheap shot, then immediately cheer Matei for no selling it!  Fickle group.  Those clubbing fists are like concrete, Matei might look tough on the outside, but inside, that is going to leave a mark.



Jeremy Tucker:
Matei shakes his arm free from the hook, and fires off a NASTY forearm smash of his own!  Soutter seems taken aback at the power behind it, but won't show his cards.  Instead choosing to answer it with another hard right cross!  Again, ignored.  Forearm smash!  No sold!  Hard right hand!  Shaken off!  Both men trading power shots like they were going out of style, and the crowd is eating it up.


Andrew Fulton:
Matei has made a career out of being a human punching bag.  We saw him refuse to acknowledge pain in his exchanges with Hell's Bouncer earlier.  It might have worked against HB, but Soutter is packing a lot more in his shots.

*POP*    
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*POP*

Jeremy Tucker:
Both men just hammering away, answering every blow with another, and already blood can be seen soaking through Matei's mummy costume.  Soutter jabbing away with his left, only to have his hand SLIP off the target because of the gore!


Andrew Fulton:
Soutter pulling his punch, instead grabbing a fistful of the blood rags and pulling them down over Matei's eyes!  Matei instinctively trying to clear his vision, which opens him up to a devastating European uppercut!


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Joe Pesci: Let's call that a SoutterCut.  We need to brand a few more moves for T-shirts.


Andrew Fulton: SoutterCut sends Matei back first into the barbwire!  Matei still putting on a brave face refusing to scream, but you can see from the close-up those barbs are really digging into his back.  Holding him in place as Soutter unloads with a flurry of fists.


Jeremy Tucker:
Radu still refusing to give Soutter the satisfaction of flinching.  Absorbs the blows while outstretching an arm over the top barbwire spool.  Whistling?

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Jeremy Tucker: AN AUDIENCE MEMBER TOSSES MATEI A BOTTLE OF BACARDI 151!!!

#SMASH#

*POP*

Jeremy Tucker:
Soutter swinging with a haymaker, and Matei catching him on the fist with that glass bottle!  Bottle shattered covering both men in liquor and glass...


Joe Pesci: He's clearly cheating!  Disqualify him, Kip Katt!  Why haven't you been fired yet?!


Andrew Fulton:
Soutter would be lucky to avoid a broken hand, that was a brutal shot.


Jeremy Tucker: Matei yanking his body off the barbwire, and leaving a fine mist of crimson in his wake.  Following Soutter into the centre of the ring with a series of those patented forearm strikes.  Sharp shots cutting Soutter's forehead wide open!  Soutter starting to stagger under the onslaught.  Neither man wanting to give an inch, but the sheer brutality of these shots making them look dead on their feet.  Matei diving in again with a-

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*CRINGE POP*

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter ALMOST taking Matei's head off with a HUGE right hook - using the fist that is covered in glass!  You have to respect the founder's sheer grit!  Matei managing to stop himself short of the barbwire, but that glass fist has already shredded the gauze on the former champion's face.  Bandages are coming loose, exposing the bloody mass underneath.  Soutter wincing through another glass punch, and the force almost takes Matei down to his knees.  That staggered him back into the barbwire, managing to brace himself with one hand.  Big knee to the midsection DOES push Matei into the barbwire!  Radu trying to free himself, as Soutter gears up for the killing blow-












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*FIRE POP*

Jeremy Tucker: Matei using a lighter to set the Barcardi on Soutter's fist ablaze!  Soutter is on fire!  SOUTTER ON FIRE!!!


Joe Pesci: BOO!  We came here to watch a wrestling match, not this death match bullshit!  Make Matei wrestle ref!



Jeremy Tucker: Soutter looking around for a fire extinguisher, before settling on, BEATING THE FLAMES OUT AGAINST MATEI'S JAW!  RIGHT!  RIGHT!  RIGHT!  Soutter with those FLAMING GLASS FISTS beating Matei into a paste.  The force is causing the fire to go out... while at the same time starting small fires on Matei's medical gauze!  Matei already has third degree burns, and now as those bandages start to act as kindle, I'm worried he's about to get a whole lot more!



Andrew Fulton:
SOUTTER YANKING THE BURNING MUMMY OFF THE ROPES FOR A BIIIIIIG WHEEL BARROW SLAM!!!!!!!  The force not only putting out the fires on Matei, but also crushing him like a bug!  HOOK OF THE LEG...
















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


Jeremy Tucker:
Matei grabbing the barbwire to break the pin.  Soutter now with a standing leg drop... 1... 2... Matei again grabbing the barbwire.  That hand is almost as bad a shape as Soutter's burnt, glass enshrouded fist.


Joe Pesci: Seeing how little respect he has for his coworkers' well being, I'm starting to regret not firing Ragu last week.  Still its worth it just to see Soutter rip him apart like our top selling plush doll... which is sadly Matei.



Jeremy Tucker: Gutwrench suplex INTO the barbwire!  The last of the gauze around Matei's midsection is ripped off, exposing his bruised ribs.  Soutter pulling him off the barbwire, to hit a second gutwrench suplex into the barbwire!  This time with enough force that the skin tears and Matei hits the canvas hard!  There's the cover...










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














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



Joe Pesci: Slow count Kapp!  Soutter is just playing with him at this point.  Paul stands up on his throat!  HA!  That is SO Paul!  Stupid ref giving him a five count to get off it, or what?  You'll DQ him?  There are no disqualification in a death match.  What an awful ref.  Enough of Radu's ugly mug is exposed to show his skin turning blue from lack of oxygen, so there's an upside to me losing my dinner.


Jeremy Tucker:
Soutter finally breaking for Kapp to check on his opponent.  Radu coughing, gasping for breathe.  Trying to pull himself up to regroup on his feet, no, Soutter having none of that - charging over with a BIG BOOT!








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Andrew Fulton:
Not cool.


*Testicular violence pop*


Jeremy Tucker:
Radu ducking the boot, and Soutter's leg going over that top string of barbwire!  Soutter managing to put the breaks on INCHES before he went crotch first into that barbwire.


Joe Pesci: If he was any more endowed, he'd be less endowed... if you know what I mean.


Jeremy Tucker: The crowd booing the tease, as Soutter breathes a sigh of relief.  That was close.


Andrew Fulton:
He must have done something good in a former life-


Joe Pesci: COME ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Jeremy Tucker:
A slight nudge is all it takes from Radu Matei to send Soutter hopping a few inches to the left.


*Testicular violence pop!*

Joe Pesci: That monster!  I'm going to report Matei to the state athletics commission again!



Jeremy Tucker: Soutter in a bad place crotched on the top barbwire rope.  Never one to disappoint the fans, or care for his own physical well being, Matei grabbing FISTFULS of the barbwire!  And cutting his own hands to ribbons just to shake that top strand!!!


Joe Pesci: I can't watch!





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Andrew Fulton: Grabbing his crotch in agony Soutter finally staggers off it, and hands defending the important bits leave him open for a hellacious Axe bomber!  The force takes Suit down, but Matei ended up almost running into the barbwire.



Jeremy Tucker: Breaks on, doubling back, Matei pounces on Soutter with THE CREEP CRAWL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















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




















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



















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



Joe Pesci:
Was there ever any doubt?  Big kickout from Soutter!  Keep dreaming Matei!  


Jeremy Tucker: Matei fishhooks Soutter into a kneelift!  1... 2... another checkout.  Knee drop!  Hooks the leg... 1... kickout!  Matei dragging Soutter up, and cobra clutch suplex with authority sends Soutter crashing neck first into the corner post.  All this barbwire means a lot less padding.  The back of Soutter's head has busted wide open.


Joe Pesci: CAN WE GET SOME MEDICS OUT HERE!?!




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Andrew Fulton:
We saw this earlier - Matei looking to put his Centipede Lock on in the barbwire!  It destroys both men's bodies, but you have to think that will secure the win.


Joe Pesci: Didn't we ban that move?  Can we get some security out here to keep this fair?  WHERE THE HELL ARE THE KGB?!?


Jeremy Tucker: CENTIPEDE LOCK IS ON!!!!  RADU MATEI IS SECONDS AWAY FROM WINNING THE HELLOWEEN CUP!!!!!!!!!!



Andrew Fulton: Kit Kapp is in Soutter's face asking if he quits, but there is no give in the Bandit!


Joe Pesci: Of course not!  Despite that genital mutilation we saw earlier, Suit is ALL MAN!  He doesn't know the meaning of the word looptid... or quit!  



Jeremy Tucker: Both men just SHOWERING the ring in blood as the barbwire tightens around both of them.  The fans chanting for Radu - wanting him to get revenge on the man who cost him the title, but it just seems to be egging Soutter on!  Muscling through the pain, Soutter managing to grab a fistful of loose bandages, trying to use them to pull Radu into a break.  The Sacrificial Idol having none of that, holding on, even as both men look pale as ghosts.



Andrew Fulton: Kapp asking again!  No!



Jeremy Tucker:
Soutter looping that gauze around Matei's throat, and now yanking back on it.  Still in that Centipede Lock, but choking Matei for all he's worth.


Andrew Fulton:
Both men trapped in a death grip.  Crowd reacting.  Here comes Zoran Sainovic out from the back to get a better look.


Joe Pesci: Out from the back?  He's not under contract with SWAT.  I'm not paying him.  He shouldn't be here, and frankly I'd like him removed.  Seriously, can we get some more security out here to regain order?







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*CROWD JEERS*



Jeremy Tucker:
Soutter choking just hard enough to break free of that Centipede lock!  That is a first!  Both men slumping off the barbwire in bloody messes.  Matei throwing a limp arm across Soutter's chest.  1.  A weak Soutter shoves it off.  Now Soutter weakly throwing his glass covered fist across Matei's chest.  1.  Matei gets his shoulder up.  Resenting that he still has any fight left in him, Soutter drags the glass from his hand across Matei's chest, ripping it open.


Andrew Fulton: Soutter still has the tape around Matei's throat, now choking him again.  Putting his boot on the middle barbwire for extra support as he leans back with the choke!



Jeremy Tucker: No!  Matei using some of the broken glass on the canvas to cut the thread and free himself!  AND dragging the free leg over with a drop toehold that once again sends Soutter crotch first into the middle barbwire!




*GREATEST THING WE'VE EVER SEEN POP*



Joe Pesci: YOU ANIMAL!



Andrew Fulton:
Soutter is quick to remove himself from the barbwire, but leaves himself open to a CENTIPEDE EFFECT SUPLEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!














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
















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


Jeremy Tucker:
Kickout!  You know, we're used to seeing Matei absorb a ton of abuse then win it with one big move, but he keeps hitting Soutter with big moves, and the Bandit keeps coming back.  We haven't seen ANYONE weather this much of Unbreakable M's offence, and all the credit in the world to Soutter for his ability to handle it.  Even if this is sadly it.


Joe Pesci: What?  Oh.  Shit!


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Andrew Fulton:
OMUKADE PRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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*MONSTER POP*


Jeremy Tucker:
HERE WE GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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
















[Zoran Sainovic is close to the apron.]













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





















[...but he's not doing anything about this.]













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









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Jeremy Tucker: RADU MATEI HAS WON THE HELLOWEEN CUP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









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Andrew Fulton:
Shoulder up!


Jeremy Tucker, Joe Pesci, and Crowd:
WHAT?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!


Andrew Fulton:
I don't know how the hell he did it.  No one has done that!  But the tough son of a bitch some how managed to get his shoulder up!


Joe Pesci: PAUL SOUTTER IS THE GREATEST, AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT!


Jeremy Tucker:
Soutter has taken BOTH of Matei's GO TO finishers, and survived.  If you're the former world champion, you have to wonder what its going to take to put the Bandit away.  A bomb perhaps?  Both men looking like road kill, barely breathing in the middle of that barbwire squared circle.  Referee Kip Katt checking on both men.  Neither look capable of continuing.  Sainovic watching closely from the apron.


Joe Pesci: He's still here?  I was so busy having a heart attack over Paulie getting screwed that I completely forgot.  If he catches this on replay, me and Zoran are tight, good to see you pal, but could we maybe get some security to drag him out back and rearrange his face?


Andrew Fulton:
Crowd chanting for Radu which is pushing him to get up, and also pushing Soutter who is being driven by hate.  Both men slowly getting to their feet!  


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Jeremy Tucker:
ASIAN MIST BY MATEI!!!!!!!!!!!!


Andrew Fulton:
Soutter gets his arm up to block it touching his face, and glass covered backhand knocks Matei into the barbwire - pulling Matei off...






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SOUTTERSLAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





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




















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

















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


Jeremy Tucker:
Kickout!  Soutter shoves Kip Katt out of frustration claiming a slow count.  Now dragging Matei over to the barbwire and locking on a barbwire assisted camel clutch, pulling Matei's throat into the barbwire!  


Andrew Fulton: Matei looks knocked out, and doesn't have much blood left to spill.  Zoran Sainovic getting a closer look, and seems to be trash talking his old friend.  What is he saying?


Joe Pesci: GET HIM OUT OF THERE!



Jeremy Tucker:
Something that Sainovic is whispering to Matei seems to be getting him worked up.  Soutter doesn't look to happy either, freeing a hand to try to threaten Sainovic off!  Matei looks like a man possessed spitting up blood while trying to scream in rage!  Shaking violently, but the Bandit holding on.  Not allowing himself to get bucked, but still cursing out Sainovic!  Zoran Sainovic seems pleased with himself, and now leaving.


Joe Pesci: I hope he enjoyed the attention, last time we'll see that bozo.


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Andrew Fulton: Matei lurching forwards causes Soutter to go face first into that barbwire!  Its digging into the Bandit's forehead, forcing him to let go of the clutch.  Matei rolling over on instinct, and SOUTTERCUT to the genitals!

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Joe Pesci: It's only a Souttercut when Paul does it!  WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT!?


Jeremy Tucker: Little suit once again on the receiving end of some serious trauma, while Radu Matei is staring daggers at the announce position.  WHAT DID YOU DO?


Joe Pesci: Nothing.  I don't get these Eastern European types.  As near as I can guess, Sainovic probably told Matei that Fulton banged his mother, and now the scum is looking for decades of unpaid child support.  Sucks to be you, Fulton.



Andrew Fulton:
Damn.


Jeremy Tucker: Radu Matei using the barbwire to slowly pull himself up, while coughing out a string of what I can only guess are curses in Romanian at the announce position.



Andrew Fulton:
I didn't know!


Jeremy Tucker:
SOUTTER FROM BEHIND-





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SOUTTER SPECIAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!










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*crowd dies*





















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




















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























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





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Andrew Fulton:
PAUL SOUTTER HAS WON THE 2019 HARDKORE HELLOWEEN CUP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Jeremy Tucker:
Matei with a foot in the barbwire.


Andrew Fulton, Joe Pesci & Crowd:
WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!


Jeremy Tucker: Matei digging deep!  We've seen him do it before... but it seems to have lit a fire under Soutter.





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Andrew Fulton: SOUTTERBOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






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

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter lifting Radu's shoulders off the canvas.  Not taking any chances.  IRISH WHIP INTO THE BARBWIRE - AND SPEARS MATEI TO THE GROUND!!!!!!!!










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



Andrew Fulton: Again Soutter breaks his own pin.  This is about making a statement.  He's taking Hardkore's legacy, and he's showing the Society of the New Breed what they can expect if they keep going head to head with the KGB!


Joe Pesci: BREAK HIM IN HALF, PAULIE!



Jeremy Tucker:
Another HARD Irish Whip into the corner... and Suit charging in with a...












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SOUTTERSPLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Andrew Fulton:
Matei crushed into that barbwire, but he's such a bloody mess already that he didn't stick.  Matei falling out of the corner and-


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SOUTTERSPLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Andrew Fulton: ...that time he stuck.



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SOUTTERSPLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




Jeremy Tucker:
Three Souttersplashes into that barbwire, and Soutter is catching himself on the sharp wire a little, but Matei is taking the bulk of- wait.





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SOUTTERSPLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Jeremy Tucker:
THAT'S ENOUGH!


Joe Pesci <trying to start a chant>: ONE MORE TIME!   ONE MORE TIME!  <it doesn't catch on>

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SOUTTERSPLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Andrew Fulton:
I don't know where the turn post starts and Matei ends, but he is deep into that barbwire, with no signs of movement.  Soutter has made a statement.

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SOUTTERSPLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Jeremy Tucker: Kip Katt should be calling for the bell.  Matei can't defend himself, this is just, sadistic... even by the standards of th-

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SOUTTERSPLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







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SOUTTERSPLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






Jeremy Tucker: I'm not calling this.




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SOUTTERSPLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







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SOUTTERSPLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Joe Pesci: Well he did say he wanted to retire.  It was decent of Paulie to grant him his wish.


Jeremy Tucker: Screw you, Joe.


[When the good guy announcer who doesn't do colour is risking his job in anger, you may have crossed the line.  Pesci quiets down, but you know he's grinning like a ghoul.]



Andrew Fulton: Matei crushed into a gory mess in the corner, and Soutter now grabbing him for another Soutter Special.  He won't be kicking out of this one.



Jeremy Tucker: Well... trying to pull him off for the Special.  Matei has been crushed into that post.  We'll actually need medical staff to cut him free.  God damn it.  THAT WAS TOO FAR.



Andrew Fulton:
Soutter grabbing the throat, and trying a different angle to pull him off.  Not working, he hooks an arm, and starts trying to leverage it off.  Matei is moving a little, but the lights are out.  I'd just like to apologize to our younger viewers for... WAIT!  Matei trying to reverse it!


Jeremy Tucker:
It doesn't really matter.  Even if he puts up a fight, he doesn't know how bad a shape he's in.  Its like a raccoon thats been cut in half by a car.  Motor functions, but its over.  


Andrew Fulton: Soutter trying to RIP him off that post with all his strength... no luck!  Matei now attempting, but he's so weak that Soutter doesn't even seem to notice.


Joe Pesci: Well those are the breaks when you mess with the-


[Radu Matei lets out an inhuman scream.]



Jeremy Tucker:
Radu Matei killing himself trying to pull Soutter into an Omakade Crush but-



*SPLINTERING SOUND*
*CRASH*
*SPLINTERING SOUND*
*BEND*
*SPRING NOISE*
*SCREAM*





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Jeremy Tucker:
RADU MATEI JUST PULLED HIMSELF OFF THE CORNER POST AND TOOK HALF THE RING'S BARBWIRE WITH HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Joe Pesci: JESUS!


Jeremy Tucker: I don't know if that's a move, but he just collapsed on top of Soutter burying himself and the founder under a ton of barbwire!



Andrew Fulton:
Kip Katt wanting to be cautious to avoid cutting himself, but finding a small spot of canvas without barbwire covering it.



Joe Pesci: The ring is BROKEN!  STOP THE MATCH!!!


















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























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
























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

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


Joe Pesci: NO!


Jeremy Tucker:
With all that barbwire, I can't even see who was making the cover-


Andrew Fulton: Katt raising an arm...


Frank Salazar: THE 2019 HARDKORE HELLOWEEN CUP WINNER IS...






THE SACRIFICIAL IDOL


RADU


MAAAAAAAAAATEI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Jeremy Tucker:
That was all sorts of stomach churning, but Radu Matei has found a measure of revenge for Soutter's involvement in his title loss.  He also picks up that main event open contract for New Years Nightmare, which has to be considered his first step towards regaining the gold.  Given the shape he was in at the start of the night, could anyone have predicted this?

Andrew Fulton: I've lost money, for sure.  Still, one hell of a capper to another fantastic Helloween Cup.

Joe Pesci: This is total bullshit!

Jeremy Tucker: We have security, the production team, and medical staff trying to remove the finalists from that barbwire mess.  We'll be back in a moment with the trophy ceremony, fans.

[SWAT Team]

[We return to the ring where officials have cleaned up some of the barbwire.  Radu Matei, who clearly needs medical attention and can barely stand, leans against one of the remaining posts to keep from falling over.  A mass of security are around ringside, suggesting that despite needing serious medical attention, Soutter had to be held back from going another round with the winner.  Flashbulbs go off as the audience appreciates their conquering hero.  The only person not enjoying these festivities is the SWAT owner, who slithers back to his hive.]


[In the ring, Kip Katt starts to hand Radu Matei the Halloween Cup.]


Radu Matei: I think the owner should do the honours.


[Joe isn't mic'd so its hard to make out the "fuck you" he directs at the ring.  Before Pesci can push through security, Kip Katt has forced the trophy into his hands.  Screw these people.  Valentine would be happy to present it.  No, screw that!  Not wanting Hardkore to get any credit, Joe finds the six toughest looking security guards before entering the ring on the completely opposite side of cripple looking Matei.]


Joe Pesci: Congratulations.


[Joe throws the Halloween Cup across the ring at Matei's feet, then turns to leave.]


Radu Matei: You know... Sainovic mentioned something.


Joe Pesci <back to him>: You don't say.


Radu Matei: Apparently the 194... the ghost from my past that has been haunting me since I left SWAT Dixie, wasn't him.


Joe Pesci <spits>: Fascinating I'm sure.


Radu Matei: See when I first started out in SWAT Japan, the owner made it a personal mission to make my life a living hell.  Eventually he succeeded in blaming me for some of his mistakes and sent me to the regional wrestling jail that was SWAT Dixie.  Put my career on hold for twenty years.  Guy had no business running a promotion, or any line of work that involved interacting with human beings.  So he ruined me.  ...but that was ONE mistake, and he had plenty of others.  It was only a matter of time before he got sent to Dixie himself, and he wasn't tough enough to survive down there, so he came up with a plan.  Put a solid chunk of the money he embezzled from SWAT Japan into the best plastic surgeons that money can buy.  With enough plastic surgeries he was able to not only alter his ethnicity, but gain a striking resemblance to a popular lounge lizard who just happens to have an Academy Award.  It was good acting, but Academy worthy?


Andrew Fulton: Wait... is he saying thats not the REAL Joe Pesci?


Jeremy Tucker: Of course he's not the real one.  Wait... is he saying that Joe Pesci is Japanese?


Andrew Fulton: I think Soutter splashed Matei out of his damned mind.


Radu Matei:  Parishu Jo.  You already killed my career a long time ago.  Why continue?


[Joe Pesci shakes his head in disbelief at this coke dream suggestion.]


Joe Pesci: ...


[Pathetic.]


Joe Pesci: Anata wa shinda gaikoku no sukamu ni todomaru koto ni natte ita!!!


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[Wait, that was Japanese.]

[Joe Pesci IS actually disgraced SWAT Japan promoter Parishu Jo!!!]

[MIND BLOWN.]

Joe Pesci: You go to Dixie, you stay there.  Those are the rules.  Its a one way ticket.  A coy pond to play in.  You came back, gaijin scum, and didn't think there would be consequences?  You awakened THE dragon.

[Matei moves slightly, which puts Pesci on edge.  The celebrity impersonator relaxes, when Radu picks up the Helloween Cup.]

Joe Pesci: So you know. <slow clap> Good for you.  Doesn't change the fact that I won't let you quit, and as long as you continue to play the wrestler, I own you, and will break you.

[Pesci leans through the ropes.]

Radu Matei: I'll take that New Year's Nightmare contract now.

[Pesci stops.  Reaching into his pocket he pulls out the contract.]

Joe Pesci: You want a shot at Spitz... or more likely a rematch with Soutter when he takes that bitches belt.  Make the most of it... you won it.  Now that the cat's out of the bag, its the last shot you'll ever get.

[Making an origami swan out of the contract, Pesci tosses it across the ring.  Even if his origin story has changed, the crowd still don't seem to like him.  Realizing that there will be braincells that remember tonight, Pesci again turns to leave, visions of bathtubs full of sake dancing in his head.]

Radu Matei: ...actually I had something else in mind.

[The crowd pops hard, as Matei poses on the ring post with his Halloween Cup.]

Radu Matei: See you won't let me retire... even though my body is basically finished.  So if I can have any match I want to headline New Years... why not do something that will make the fans happy.  A retirement match... hell... a career match.

Me...

Versus....









You, Joe.

[Spit take.]

Joe Pesci: FUC-

[Triple spit take.]

Radu Matei: Its win win.  Our careers on the line.  You win the match, I get to call it a career.  Finally get to sleep and not die.  I win the match, and your career is over.  Joe Pesci.  Parishu Jo.  Whatever else names you go by, THE CANCER you represent to the sport I love... that is over.  And your last moments with your livelihood will be me kicking your teeth down your throat.

Joe Pesci: THAT CONTRACT IS FOR AN ACTIVE WRESTLER!

Radu Matei: I'm sure you can have your legal team look it over, Joe.  ...if that is your real name.  All I know is, on New Year's Eve, in the main event, SWAT is going to get to alternate between auld lang syne and Na na na na hey-hey Goodbye!

*MEGA POP*

Radu Matei: Because I have a date with an angel...

So bust out your harp, halo, and wings... because in two months.

I'm going to fucking end you.

[Radu Matei drops his microphone.]

[Joe Pesci looks upset.]

[He should be.]

[The camera switches to a longshot of the two men staring each other down while the audience go absolutely nuts.]