Battleground 22 :The Best Show That SWAT Has Done Yet (Show)

[King Syberus]

110% Syberus: It's 2020 and your lameazz is making gay jokes.

[Fade into Syberus on a cruise ship, wearing a rainbow gay pride “110% BITCH” T-Shirt and speedos. He's leaning back in a deck chair sipping a sangria. You might think hey, wait a second, isn't this the kind of promo the formerly “great” Syberus would make? Sitting back looking cocky drinking an effeminate beverage while casually chastising his opponent?]

[You'd be right.]

[If you weren't wrong.]

[Pan down and 110% Syberus's feet are popping back and forth on a little steppy machine. That's the difference. Right there.]

[That's where the percents are found.]

110% Syberus: Guess what my intellectually impaired roster filler chums, it's hard for you to say “Oh Roxy's not a wrestler she's a valet” in the same breath as you bragging about winning the wrestling match you just wrestled against wrestlers.

[Syberus flicks a nearby TV on with remote. As if by magic, it's cued up just right.]

Roxy, in her own words only last month: “You are getting in the ring with Roxylishus! I am a reality tv STAR! I am the most uploaded woman on the whole internet for 2019! And ... i will happily remind you, i am a very accomplished wrestler in my own right.”

110% Syberus: You 'aint shit, Roxy. You're sat there with a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp and Suzi Spitz is looking like fire as Heavyweight Champion of the World. You're pathetic. You've got nothing. Except a guy with a time machine which we've established no one gives a fuck about. Bravo. Yeah God forbid you use your interesting gimmick to make an interesting promo, what an asshole I was to suggest such a thing right?

[An oiled up muscular waiter wearing only speedos and a dicky bow tie comes over and swaps Syberus's drink for a fresh one.]

110% Syberus: Thanks, Andreas. I guess it's all the more indicting to say that regardless, you could do better Roxy. Because seeing you constantly tied to the arm of that depressing waste of carbon is... well it makes me feel...

[Syberus shrugs and slurps more sangria.]

110% Syberus: I won't lie to you it doesn't really make me feel anything at all. You see.

[Syberus tips his shades down to look at the camera. Oh yeah he's wearing shades by the way. They've got Elton John style pink flamingos on them because fuck you.]

110% Syberus: I booked this match for one reason and one reason only. It has nothing to do with Roxy's big fat melons. It's got nothing to do with the KGB versus the Society of the New Breed. It certainly isn't for the honor of stepping into the ring with a time traveller that doesn't travel through time.

It's for the SWAT Hardcore Championship.

You know.

That thing you constantly forget you have. That you don't wear or carry or talk about. I want that belt. THAT my friends, certainly does outshine the pair of you. It outshines the tits. It outshines the watch. Wrestling for championship gold IS an honor. It's the highest honor any one of us in this profession can HOPE to achieve. Alex, you and me are gonna stand infront of a thousand fans and we're gonna tear the roof down. We're gonna leave my friend and mentor, and man I will never betray and who will never betray me, guaranteed Jonnie Valentine and Suzi Spitz a hell of a challenge to top the match that just came before them.

We're gonna step in a 15ft high steel cage...

[Andreas walks past with another tray of drinks.]

Andreas: Oh dahling you wanna talk about a cage, there was theez one time in Marrakesh-

110% Syberus: Not now, Andreas.

Andreas: I get eet. You workin'.

[He saunters off with the drinks.]

110% Syberus: Alex, you've been phoning this shit in for long enough. Time for the biggest wake up call of your career. I'm going to strip you of your gold, your dignity, and I'd say that I'd steal your girl as well but quite frankly her face is fucking howling. I want that Hardcore Championship and I'm willing to put your life on the line to get it.

You've got no idea what I'm capable of. No idea. The percents I'm capable of putting in.

Don't you get it?

Don't you see yet?

110% Syberus has been here week in week out since that defeat to Radu Matei – a defeat, Alex, that gave me the slap in the face I needed, the very same I'm about to give you. I've been hustling, baby. Putting in those percents no matter what. I volunteered as a ref. I helped the ring crew set up. I took ol' Sal's graveyard janitor shifts when his Lucy was in hospital again. I'm a SWAT man. I'm a company man. I want this brand to succeed because like it or not this is the last bastion of wrestling greatness in the world. And I intend to wear one of the belts if it kills me, or more likely you.

I'm going to step into that ring with a shitty time traveller that doesn't travel through time. I'm gonna send him back to his wrestler/valet with his face smashed in. When I'm done with you son your face is gonna look worse than hers and that's giving myself a tall order indeed.

And I'm gonna take the SWAT Hardcore Championship. Strap it round my waist. And thrust that fucker in the face of everyone watching.

[We fade. How was Syberus on a cruise when he's about to wrestle? Don't worry about that.]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Next up fans we have a contest that would main event any pay per view in ANY company that presented it... but here it is on the midcard.

Joe Pesci: I’d like to think that’s a testament to the caliber of performers we have on the roster.

Jeremy Tucker: I would too, but the truth is - tonight’s guest booker, Syberus absolutely despises these two men, and the undercard placement is definitely meant as an insult.

Andrew Fulton: Syb is set to paint the town red with Cobryn at New Year’s Nightmare, while still holding a grudge against Matei for successfully defending the world title against him.

Jeremy Tucker: And cleanly at that. Syberus would like nothing more than for these two to pummel one another into hamburger, and I have a strong feeling they’re going to oblige. We have been joined by SWAT owner, Joe Pesci.

Joe Pesci: Wouldn’t miss this for the world! You know, I was worried that Syberus was going to give Ragu the night off – you know, actually give him a fighting chance against me at New Year’s Nightmare, but instead he FEEDS the scum to Cobyrn! This is perfect! Not even Sainovic is that cruel! Syb just made my Christmas list, the stupid asshole.

Andrew Fulton: We’re all looking forwards to your historic win, Jo!

Jeremy Tucker: Please.

Frank Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a thirty minute time limit...

[No Quarter by Led Zeppelin hits and Cobryn slowly saunters out onto the ramp way, he stands there, looking over the ring and the crowd and his surroundings. Cobryn strolls down to the ring, stepping on apron and wiping his feet before stepping thru the ropes into the ring.]

Frank Salazar: Introducing first... From Key Largo of the Florida Keys, standing 6'4 and weighing in this evening at 252lbs... he is the former AW World Heavyweight Champion. The former Hardkore World Heavyweight Champion. The former UWA World Heavyweight Champion...

COOOOOOOOOOOOBRYN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [The arena fills with boos. Cobryn smirks and continues to stare down the crowd.]

Frank Salazar: And his opponent...

[The crowd pops hard for the familiar Cannibal Holocaust theme pumping over the PA system as he Sacrifical Idol steps slowly through the curtains.]

Frank Salazar: ...And his opponent, standing at 6’2”and weighing 234 pounds... he is the former SWAT world heavyweight champion, and 2019 Helloween Cup winner...

The Sacrificial Idol

RADUUUUU MATEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Still looking badly beaten from that cage spot, Matei limps down the aisle, eyes locked on the living legend in the ring.]

DING! DING! DING!

Jeremy Tucker: There’s the bell. Both men circling, sizing each other up. Matei clearly moving a little slower, and you can see Cobryn making a dozen mental notes of injuries to exploit.

Joe Pesci: Damn straight! If Matei pulls his ropa dope shit on Cobryn, this isn’t going to last long.

Jeremy Tucker: There’s the lock-up. Test of strength. Cobryn buries a knee in the midsection to come out on top, and turns it into a headlock. Matei trying to muscle out, lifting Cobryn up for a belly-to-back suplex! No! Cobryn putting the brakes on! Stepping on Matei’s leg, shoves off with that headlock still on for a bulldog! Matei managing to hang on to avoid the connection! There is a forearm to Cobryn’s back to loosen the headlock, and a shoulderblock fires Cobryn off into the ropes! Cobryn bounces back with a closeline!

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Joe Pesci: OH COME ON!

Jeremy Tucker: NO SOLD! Cobryn looks furious, demanding that Matei tries his luck! Matei staggering back into the ropes, and snaps back with a clothesline of his own!

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Joe Pesci: That’s right boy!

Jeremy Tucker: NO SOLD! Neither man willing to acknowledge pain.

Andrew Fulton: And the audience is eating it up!

Jeremy Tucker: Both men now running into the ropes, and charging at each other – DOUBLE CLOSELINE! Still on their feet! The welts are starting to form on Cobryn’s chest, and if Radu wasn’t perpetually wrapped in gauze, we’d be seeing him bruising as well.

Andrew Fulton: Matei going for a lariat, but Cobryn catches him in that left arm with a straight right, breaking it. Matei rolling through with the momentum to catch

Jeremy Tucker: Matei retracting the arm, but swings through the momentum to catch Cobryn with a spinning backfist! Matei trying to grab the throat, only for Cobryn to turn

it into a wristlock, and hyper extend it behind the sacrificial idol’s back into an armbar. Reaching back, The Beast grabs his neck and pulls him over with a snapmare.

Andrew Fulton: Kick to the back-

Joe Pesci: Yeah right! Cobryn catching the foot, and taking that sack of crap down with an ankle lock! Now turning it into a spinning drop toehold! I don’t need Radu to be a cripple next Sunday to take him. ...But I’m not complaining either.

Jeremy Tucker: Matei trying to reach the ropes, but Cobryn knocking his arms away in between rolls – vicious strikes to that left arm, really working it over. Wait! Matei twisting out, muscling through into an inside cradle!

One!

Two! Big kickout!

Andrew Fulton: Both men up! Cobryn charging in with a spear, but Matei stops him in his tracks. Hooking the neck for a jumping DDT! NO! Cobryn slips out of it with a double leg takedown, mounting the former champ and peppering away with fists.

Joe Pesci: That’s right! Kill him! NO!

Jeremy Tucker: Matei rolling it over, now on top clubbing down hammering fists. Trying to set up one of those brutal forearm shots but Cobryn managing to defend! Keeping one arm up to cover up while using the other to jab away at Matei’s weak left arm!

Andrew Fulton: Reversal! Now Cobryn on top, punching away!

Joe Pesci: FINISH HIM!

Jeremy Tucker: Both men now rolling around the canvas trading shot after shot! Cobryn has busted Matei wide open, with the two’s struggle drenching that white canvas crimson!
Andrew Fulton: Matei was ready to call it a career at the Helloween Cup, its only contractual obligations that keep him from hanging up those boots, but to look at the state of him, he’s done!

Joe Pesci: Cobryn is doing him a favour. I won’t be half this kind at New Year’s Nightmare.

Jeremy Tucker: Matei rolling on top, going for another stiff forearm shot, but Cobryn turning it into a cross armbreaker! He has that injured leg arm, and he is just cranking back on it! It’s over!

Andrew Fulton: Kip Katt asking if Matei quits!

Joe Pesci: Of course he does, but even when he’s begging to end it, I want Cobryn to break his arm!

Jeremy Tucker: While Katt is checking on Matei, Cobryn using the ropes for extra leverage. Matei in agony, but refusing to quit!

Andrew Fulton: The Beast trying to reach the ropes for the break, to the point where Cobryn has to let go just to keep him in place.

Jeremy Tucker: Cobryn shifting his weight to center Matei in the center of the ring, and now going to the ropes again for leverage. Matei pushing through into a makeshift small package!

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

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

THREE-Cobryn lets go of the armbreaker to grab the ropes.
Joe Pesci: His luck isn’t going to last!

Andrew Fulton: Matei holding that left arm like a muscle was torn. Cobryn jumping up, goes for a dropkick to the face! Matei gets his arm up in time to block, but it is the left one AND he felt it.

Jeremy Tucker: The former champ trying to shake it off, but Cobryn immediately charging over, spinning neckbreaker! The Beast down and Cobryn on top of him, stomping away at that left arm, and still finding time to cheap shot him in the throat. Cobryn picks Matei up for a Northern Lights suplex! Finding time to kneel on that left arm while making the cover...

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

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

THREE-Matei with a shoulder up!

Joe Pesci: Give the dumb son of a bitch credit for not being his usual punching bag self, but the momentum has shifted, and its time for the punching bag portion of the evening!

Andrew Fulton: Cobryn now slapping on a Cobra clutch, pulling the smaller Matei to his feet – and Cobra clutch suplex INTO corner! Forceful enough that it tore the turnbuckle padding clear off.

Jeremy Tucker: Cobryn shoving the torn padding into Matei’s face, trying to smother him with it, while Katt warns him.

Joe Pesci: What’s that blowhard Katt going to do, disqualify him? I’d fire that referee SOB first! How many SWAT employees are looking for pink slips in their Christmas stockings? Let Cobryn be Cobryn!

Andrew Fulton: Matei coughing up stuffing, and Cobryn grabbing his legs...

Jeremy Tucker: WHEELBARROW SUPLEX INTO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE!!! Matei’s head bursting open, spraying blood like a damned faucet! Cobryn again hooking a leg...

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

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

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

Andrew Fulton: Damn it! Matei somehow grabbing the ropes!

Joe Pesci: It’s fine; I never want this beating to end!

Jeremy Tucker: You may want them to kill each other Mr. Pesci, but Cobryn has his eyes on the prize. He wants something left in the tank for Syberus on pay per view, and is calling for The Answer!

Andrew Fulton: Here we go! Cobryn hooking the neck! This is it!

Jeremy Tucker: NO! Matei reversing into an inside cradle!

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

Andrew Fulton: Matei too slippery with gore to hang onto it. Hell, that left arm is useless. Still keeps him alive!

Jeremy Tucker: Cobryn looks annoyed at this sign of life. Reaching into his tights, pulling out a trusty pair of brass knux! Katt paying more attention to Matei, who tries to pull Cobryn into – MASSIVE SHOT FROM THOSE BRASS KNUCKLES puts the Helloween Cup winner down for the count!

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

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

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

Joe Pesci: THAT BASTARD SOMEHOW GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Andrew Fulton: You seem overly upset, Joe.

Joe Pesci: Brass knuckles was like ninety percent of my gameplan! Now I have to go all the way back to the drawing board.

Jeremy Tucker: All of SWAT has faith in the conclusion of that match.

Joe Pesci: Thanks Jerry.

Andrew Fulton: Well, I know Joe is going to end Matei’s career, because after Cobryn finishes with him, the bug man isn’t going to stand a chance!

Jeremy Tucker: Cobryn hiding the knux back down his tights before Katt can see, and now kicking away at Matei’s arm and head. Lifting the Sacrificial Idol up for a German suplex! No, rolling through, there is a second German suplex!

Andrew Fulton: Can we make it three?

Jeremy Tucker: NO! Matei struggling out of it! Both men into the ropes! Cobryn trying to hang on and... Matei with a back kick to the crotch!
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Andrew Fulton: From Cobryn’s reaction, I don’t think the heel caught his testicles...

Jeremy Tucker: No, there were definitely some brass knuckles to cushion the blow!

Joe Pesci: JESUS! GET A MEDIC!!!

Andrew Fulton: Cobryn looks winded from glancing blow to the international object. Walk it off, Cobryn!

Jeremy Tucker: Matei coming off the ropes, and drags Cobryn over with a release belly-to-belly suplex! He looks like death warmed over, but still with the presence of mind to throw Cobryn half way across the ring!

Andrew Fulton: Cobryn still gasping for air, and Matei charging into him with a Creep Crawl for...

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

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

Jeremy Tucker: Cobryn with a shoulder up. Trying to roll out of the ring for a breather, but Matei pulling him into...
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Jeremy Tucker: OMUKADE CRUSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Andrew Fulton: Foot in the ropes!

Joe Pesci: My heart can’t take this!

Jeremy Tucker: Are you sure you’re going to be able to pass a physical for New Year’s Nightmare?

Joe Pesci: Of course – I’m a magnificent specimen of a man. No wait! That’s a great out! My lupid is acting up!

Andrew Fulton: Of course if you forfeit, that would be a career.

Joe Pesci: I can’t catch a break!

Jeremy Tucker: In the ring, Cobryn trying to get to his brass knuckles, but Radu staying on top of him, jabbing away with his good right and vicious headbutts. Calling for the...
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OMUKADE PRESS!!!

Andrew Fulton: Cobryn side stepping it! He has that move scouted like Radu has the Answer. These are the two toughest bastards in SWAT, but either of those finishers will end this!

Jeremy Tucker: Cobryn finally retrieving those brass knuckles, and looking for the knockout!
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#THWAP#

Andrew Fulton: SICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Matei got his arm up in time to block... and its hanging funny.

Joe Pesci: YES!!! COBRYN JUST BROKE MATEI’S ARM!!! Without even trying! That’s a pro!

Jeremy Tucker: Cobryn winding up for another shot, but Kip Katt grabbing the knux and tossing them out of the ring!

Andrew Fulton: Cobryn looks ready to strike the referee!

Joe Pesci: He’s not alone! What is that son of a bitch thinking?

Andrew Fulton: Matei trying to catch Cobryn, using his working arm for an axe bomber but the legend ducks under it.

Jeremy Tucker: Matei trying to hide his left arm from Katt, looks like the bone is about to break the skin. If he notices, Katt could end this on medical grounds.

Joe Pesci: Well here at SWAT the safety of our wrestlers comes first. I’m sure he’ll notice sooner or later. Hopefully later! Be a shame if Ragu cut an artery or something.

Andrew Fulton: Matei with a shoulderblock sends Cobryn into the corner, now hammering away with a repeater headbutts. culeus Strike ’01, but Cobryn side steps it, kicking Matei’s good arm out. Kneedrop to that broken arm!

Jeremy Tucker: Cobryn again calling for THE ANSWER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Joe Pesci: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton: No. Matei slipping out, and hip toss – No, Cobryn lands on his feet!

Jeremy Tucker: Matei trying to wrap that broken arm around Cobryn’s neck for the Bed Bugs Bite, but the living legend clutches the wrist!
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Jeremy Tucker: EXPLODER SUPLEX INTO THAT EXPOSED CORNER! That broken arm snapping against the exposed steel!

Andrew Fulton: Matei in a bad way!
Joe Pesci: This is a Christmas Miracle! God Bless Syberus!

Jeremy Tucker: One last time – here comes THE ANSWER!!!
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Andrew Fulton: Matei trying to turn it into a neckbreaker, but a frustrated Cobryn grabbing that mangled left arm and pulling it into a cross armbreaker! Matei should have taken the Answer, now Cobryn is going to yank that mangled limb right out of the socket!

Jeremy Tucker: Centre of the ring with nowhere to go!

Andrew Fulton: Kip Katt asking the question.

Jeremy Tucker: Matei has never tapped, but we knew if anyone could pull it off it was Cobryn.

Kip Katt: Do you quit?

[The Sacrificial Idol lets out an inhuman scream, before lifting his broken arm and Cobryn up in the air.]
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Jeremy Tucker: SITOUT CHOKESLAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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

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

DING! DING!! DING!!!

Joe Pesci: For fuck sake!

Frank Salazar: The winner of this match as the result of a pinfall...

The Sacrificial Idol

RADU MATEI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Against the odds, Radu Matei manages to beat Cobryn.

Joe Pesci: Yeah, but the lucky son of a bitch will only have one arm against me!

Jeremy Tucker: He only had one arm when he beat Cobryn.

Joe Pesci: Fuck!

Andrew Fulton: Is that Cobryn’s first loss in five years?

Jeremy Tucker: Well he can take some pride in the fact that he lasted longer against Matei than Syberus did.

Andrew Fulton: By at least 10%.

Zoran Sainovic: Congratulations Radu. Zat was quite the roadblock before your destined encounter with Jo. It doesn’t look like there is anything more we can do to weaken your resolve.

Joe Pesci: Don’t say that!

[Sainovic turns to leave, only to stop.]

Zoran Sainovic: You have grown quite fond of ze enhancement talent, have you not? Before Jo finishes your career, wouldn’t it be nice for you to spread zat spotlight. So along with main eventing New Year’s Nightmare, you can also open it. You and Brian Acres. <smirk> Loser leaves town.

[MASSIVE boos.]

Zoran Sainovic: My little gift to you, Rad! A chance for you to retire before the Jo fight... or force one of your only friends, a family man, out of a job during the holidays.

Now zat is a challenge.

Merry Christmas Rad.

[The jeers quickly spring up throughout the arena.]

Joe Pesci: HAHAHAHA! Look at his face! This is PERFECT! Take NOTE Syberus, now THAT is how you book! I may make Zoran Sainovic the permanent general manager. Can’t screw it up worse than Lynn!

[Pale as a ghost, Radu Matei is shaking with rage. With his one good hand, he opens his bag of cockroaches, ready to throw them on the downed Cobryn. Only to spin around at the last moment.]

Joe Pesci: MOTHERFU---

Andrew Fulton: Ew my hair!

Jeremy Tucker: Rather than besmirch Cobryn’s honour, Radu Matei unloading that sack of bugs on the SWAT owner. No doubt a sign of things to come at New Year’s Nightmare!

[Radu raises his one good arm in victory, as the fans chant his name, possibly for the last time.]
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[SWAT Team]

[Backstage.]

Joe Pesci: I’m going to KILL him!

[Slamming his office door behind him, Joe Pesci steps out into the busy corridor. Decked out in a bathrobe with a towel draped across his neck, it’s clear the SWAT owner has been showering since his bug bath. No sooner has he appeared then Pesci is surrounded by a sea of production assistants, a stream of curse words cuts through the questions. Dagger eyes clear the path, until only one man walks next to him.]

Joe Pesci: MY career is on the line at the pay per view! Clearly THAT is my focus! Yet they still bother me with that war games shit?

Zoran Sainovic: I zought ze games would be KGB vs Ze Society.

Joe Pesci: Freakin’ Linda rallies the whole federation against my boys, then pulls out cause she has personal business. Can you believe that shit?

Zoran Sainovic: Better SWAT zan ze Society. Ze KGB’s strength is cohesion. Society has ze same cohesion too. SWAT? Random self interested figures are weak in zeir individuality.

Joe Pesci: But If half of it is Frostbites pals?

Zoran Sainovic: Ze would work as a team.

Joe Pesci: Fine. Then we pull Satan’s Disciples out. We don’t want them trusting each other. Throw them in another match, and replace them with some random goons like Souza. I should be working on my devastating elbow drop, instead I’m taking care of Paul’s shit!

Zoran Sainovic: You’re all heart, Jo. I will find something else to occupy Satan’s Disciples. It is a shame zat ze Society is not involved.

Joe Pesci: Screw those clowns!

Zoran Sainovic: But now at ze stroke of ze new year, all your allies will be exhausted, while your enemies will be fresh.

Joe Pesci: I can’t catch a break!

Zoran Sainovic: With ze Royal rumble fast approaching let’s have a zree way dance. Marty vs Tux vs Syberus! Ze winner gets ze last draw in ze rumble, while ze losers come out first and second. Since ze Society only cares about zeir own matches, it will let zen exhaust zeir resources while leaving you unmolested in ze main event.

Joe Pesci: That’s beautiful... but Syberus is already booked against Cobyrn...

Zoran Sainovic: And he just weakened Cobyrn! Are we going to reward him for his lawsuit? Put zat match off. Let zem face each other one on one when zey are both at full strength! Besides... Cobyrn might just have a bone to pick with Radu about tonight’s victory.

Joe Pesci: Ringers! Yes! I can just as easily make the match falls count anywhere and have the big guns take Matei out! Why... at our year end awards, if any of our hall of fame inductees want to swing by on their way to picking up an award and headline? The more the merrier.

Zoran Sainovic: You May want controllable elements.

Joe Pesci: Vile Vince Viper! I’ll put him in the hall of fame!

Zoran Sainovic: He hates you.

Joe Pesci: But it’s Radu that just STOLE his dream match! Yeah! We’ll put Viper in the hall, I’m sure we can get him to win that match for me.

Zoran Sainovic: I wouldn’t count on it.

Joe Pesci <clearly not listening>: You’re right Zoran! I am a genius! Couldn’t 2020 be the best year yet?

[Zoran just shakes his head as Pesci continues down the hall, a spring in his step, and looking forwards to New Year’s Nightmare for the first time in a month.]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Coming up next is the SWAT Hardcore Championship match.

Andrew Fulton: 110% Syberus booked himself a title match against "Timeless" Alex Turner. Isn't that precious.

Jeremy Tucker: And made sure his KGB cronies couldn't interfere by making it a steel cage match.

Andrew Fulton: It also keeps The Society of the New Breed from trying something funny either.

["Two Notes Shy Of An Octave" by Red City Radio kicks off and the crowd pops, 110% Syberus doesn't leave them waiting long though and pushes his way out from the curtain. He takes a second to look around at the audience on the stage before pumping his fist in the air with a "YEAH!!" and swaggering his way down to the ring, high fiving a few fans on his way. He wears a black sleeveless wrestling robe with "The Society of the New Breed" embroidered on the back]

Jeremy Tucker: 110% Syberus has done this many times before. He's won a whopping 34 championships over his illustrious career. He's a four time Hardkore World Heavyweight Champion. He's held World Championships in TWI, HPWA, UCW, and MeW. He's also a former SWAT World Tag Team Champion with the late great Adrian Tanner Jr. and has held the SWAT Carribean Championship. But tonight, he tries to wrest the SWAT Hardcore Championship from "Timeless" Alex Turner.

Andrew Fulton: He's never wrestled anyone the likes of "Timeless" Alex Turner, the blue chipper of the KGB.

[Syberus steps through the cage door and pops up on a turnbuckle, pumping his fist with another "YEAH!!"]

Frank Salazar: "The following steel cage match is scheduled for one fall and is for the SWAT HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP! Featuring first, from Manchester, England; Standing at 6 feet tall; Weighing 232 pounds...110% SYBERUS!!!"

[The Santa Claus, Indiana fans let out a huge pop! Orion - Eternity (Chillout Version) hits and "Timeless" Alex Turner struts down the aisle, glaring at the crowd with contempt and disgust. Roxylishus stops to interact with one of the crowd, then wretches and turns away heading to the cage, she gets up to the cage door and holds the ropes down for Turner]

Jeremy Tucker: "Timeless" Alex Turner has held the SWAT Hardcore Championship since his controversial win over Psychotic Goth in Philadelphia back in September.

Andrew Fulton: Where was the controversy?

Jeremy Tucker: Team Fairtex turned on their mentor Psychotic Goth by caving his skull in with a conchairto.

Andrew Fulton: All's fair in love and hardcore matches. Timeless says Syberus is the one trapped in a cage with the best wrestler in the world.

Jeremy Tucker: Turner may sneer, but this is the greatest challenge to his Hardcore title since he won it.

[Roxylishus grabs the mic and passes it to Turner.]

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

Crowd and Andrew Fulton: I’M, SEXY AND I KNOW IT!

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

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

Andrew Fulton: I love that part, Jerry.

Frank Salazar: "And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by his manager, Roxylishus; Hailing from New Hope, Minnesota; Standing 6 feet 3 inches tall; Weighing 263 pounds...He is the SWAT HARDCORE CHAMPION...'TIMELESS' ALEX TURNER!!!"

[The Santa Claus Community Center rocks with boos. Roxylishus leaves through the cage door as the referee signals for the bell]

Jeremy Tucker: Alex Turner and 110% Syberus circling one another and then lock up into a collar and elbow tie-up. They struggle with one another, jockeying for position,

Andrew Fulton: Timeless gets the better of him and takes 110% Syberus over into an arm drag.

[Turner laughs and the fans boo. Timeless motions for Syberus to try again. 110% Syberus shakes his elbow a little and locks up again]

Andrew Fulton: "Timeless" Alex Turner arm drags Syberus again! The rout is on!

[The boos get louder and "Timeless" Alex Turner starts strutting, drawing hoots and hollers from Roxylishus]

Jeremy Tucker: Alex Turner trying to get inside 110% Syberus' head early on here.

Andrew Fulton: And I believe it's working. Look at his face.

Jeremy Tucker: I don't see anything.

Andrew Fulton: He's British, they don't let on much.

Jeremy Tucker: 110% Syberus feigns a lock up, but then takes Timeless over in judo hiptoss! Turner gets up and runs right into an armdrag from Syberus!

[The Indiana crowd roars and Syberus starts mocking Timeless' earlier strut over Roxylishus' objections. An enraged Turner charges in but Syberus does a go behind and grabs a chicken wing]

Jeremy Tucker: 110% Syberus pulls up on Turner's wrist, cinching up on the hammerlock.

Andrew Fulton: Timeless back elbows Syberus in the eye to break the chicken wing, and then takes him over into another armdrag.

Jeremy Tucker: Alex Turner grabs a reverse chinlock.

[The Santa Claus Community Center jeers. Timeless flattens out his body to put more pressure on the back of Syberus' neck. The referee checks in to make sure it's not a choke. The fans start clapping, rooting for Syberus to get to his feet]

Jeremy Tucker: 110% Syberus now working his way back up to a vertical base, while Timeless hangs on to that reverse chinlock. Syberus drives an elbow into Timeless' stomach.

Andrew Fulton: A second elbow frees Syberus from the reverse chinlock, 110% Syberus takes Turner over into a snap mare.

Jeremy Tucker: 110% Syberus goes over into a side headlock.

[The Indiana crowd applauds. Syberus grips his hands together and grinds his forearm into the side of Alex Turner's head. Roxylishus shouts instructions to Timeless on how to escape]

Jeremy Tucker: 110% Syberus really putting some torque on that headlock, wearing down the SWAT Hardcore Champion.

Andrew Fulton: That's Technical Champion, Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker: Timeless now on to his feet but Syberus still has the headlock in there snug. Turner pushes Syberus off into the ropes and then hits him with a beautiful dropkick!

Andrew Fulton: A Thing Of Beauty! That's a much better version than that drack Jonnie Valentine does.

[The audience boos. "Timeless" Alex Turner mocks Jonnie Valentine's motion for applause and the jeers get louder. Roxylishus cackles on the outside and gives him some mock applause]

Jeremy Tucker: Alex Turner pulls 110% Syberus up into an abdominal stretch. He plants his leg and pulls back on Syberus' arm, twisting his midsection back.

[Referee Tommy Mulligan checks in but Syberus shakes his head. Timeless reaches back and grabs the top rope for leverage. The crowd, especially the kids, shrieks, trying to alert Mulligan to it, but Mulligan is out of position]

Jeremy Tucker: Come on, Tommy! Referee Tommy Mulligan missing Turner using the ropes to make the abdominal stretch that much more lethal.

Andrew Fulton: Nonsense. He's just trying not to lose his balance.

Jeremy Tucker: That's leverage, Andy!

Andrew Fulton: Indeed it is. All's fair in love and war.

Jeremy Tucker: Syberus reaches back and rakes Timeless' eyes to escape the abdominal stretch.

Andrew Fulton: But that's not fair!

Jeremy Tucker: 110% Syberus ducks a right hand by Timeless and takes him over into a back suplex!

Referee: 1...(Timeless gets his shoulder up)

Jeremy Tucker: 110% Syberus now wraps his legs around Timeless' neck with a head scissors. Syberus employing some classic English style submission holds to wear down the champ.

[Tommy Mulligan asks Turner if he wants to give up, but he refuses. Syberus clamps down on his neck with his powerful calves. After a while, Syberus pulls him up but Timeless blocks the suplex with his leg]

Andrew Fulton: Timeless with a snap suplex that nearly takes 110% Syberus out of his boots. He shoots Syberus into the ropes and flips him with a hard clothesline!

[The Santa Claus crowd boos. Alex Turner sneers at them and lifts 110% Syberus up and over in a gut wrench suplex]

Jeremy Tucker: Timeless irish whips Syberus into the ropes but Syberus hangs on, and misses another dropkick by Turner! Turner landed hard on the back of his head there.

[Timeless gets to his hands and knees. Syberus gets a running start and punt kicks Turner in the face, popping the crowd]

Jeremy Tucker: 110% Syberus grabs Timeless around the neck and applies a rear naked choke. He clamps his forearm down across Turner's windpipe, cranking back on his head.

[Alex Turner reaches out to Roxylishus who begs for him to hold on. 110% Syberus tries to inflict as much damage as he can before Timeless finally reaches the ropes and Tommy Mulligan forces Syberus to break the rear naked choke]

Andrew Fulton: 110% Syberus measuring Timeless as he rises to his feet. He rushes in but Alex Turner overhead belly to belly suplexes Syberus face first into the cage!!

[The Indiana Community Center rocks with boos as Syberus lies in a heap between the ropes and the cage. Blood begins trickling down his face from a cut on his hairline from the jagged fencing]

Andrew Fulton: And we've got some Society blood spilled here in Santa Claus!

Jeremy Tucker: "Timeless" Alex Turner pulls him up into a full nelson, then full nelson suplexes him on to the back of his head!

Andrew Fulton: No bridge, all impact!

Jeremy Tucker: Timeless grabs a front facelock on Syberus and then DDTs his face into the mat!

[The audience jeers Timeless while Syberus leaves a blood stain on the canvas where his head landed. Roxylishus tells Turner to escape the cage, so Timeless begins climbing the ropes]

Andrew Fulton: No use beating a dead horse, so Alex Turner making his escape from the 15 foot high steel cage.

Jeremy Tucker: If Timeless gets out of the cage, he will retain his SWAT Hardcore Championship.

Andrew Fulton: Technical Championship. And yes.

Jeremy Tucker: A bleeding 110% Syberus climbing the ropes after him, trying to grab Timeless before he goes up and over. He's got Turner's leg, stopping him from escaping, at least for now.

Andrew Fulton: 110% Syberus and Timeless now standing on the top rope, using the cage for balance!

Jeremy Tucker: 110% Syberus chops Alex Turner in the throat with a knife edge chop. Timeless responds with a chop of his own. Syberus lands another blistering knife edge to Turner's windpipe.

[The Santa Claus Community Center lets out a loud "Woo" with each chop as they battle on top of the cage. Timeless switches it up and hits Syberus with a roundhouse forerarm to the jaw]

Andrew Fulton: 110% Syberus responds with a forearm shot of his own. Timeless with another stiff forearm, but Syberus wails back with a thunderous roaring elbow!

Jeremy Tucker: A bleeding Syberus spins around on the top rope with a discus clothesline that knocks Timeless over the cage!

Andrew Fulton: He's gonna win it!

Jeremy Tucker: 110% Syberus grabs Timeless' leg just in time!

[The audience breathes a sigh of relief as Syberus labours to pull Timeless back over the cage into the ring. Roxylishus grabs on to Turner's hand and tries to pull him down, but Syberus yanks him away and back onto the top turnbuckle with him]

Jeremy Tucker: 110% Syberus bashes Alex Turner's head onto the top of the cage!! Again!

Andrew Fulton: Now Timeless is bleeding! This isn't good.

Jeremy Tucker: Syberus whacks Alex Turner with more of those chops.

[The "Woo"s from the crowd are back until Timeless ducks one of the chops and lifts Syberus up, atomic dropping his groin on the top of the cage!! The audience lets out a loud "OH!!"]

Andrew Fulton: I bet 110% Syberus wishes he could go back in time to before that happened.

Jeremy Tucker: A bleeding Timeless now stumbles back down to the ring, as Syberus tries to unperch himself from the top of the ring, onto the middle of the top rope]

Andrew Fulton: Timeless grabs him with a waistlock from the ring, and release german suplexes him off the top rope!!

[The Indiana crowd boos as a bloody Syberus and Timeless lie motionless in the ring, exhausted. Roxylishus wills Alex Turner to get to pull himself up by the ropes]

Jeremy Tucker: Timeless grabs Syberus' leg in a spinning toehold, and then drops down into an indian deathlock.

Andrew Fulton: Rarely used hold here, Jerry. He pushes his boot into the top of Syberus' knee, trying to wishbone his legs apart.

[Blood is turning Syberus' blonde hair pink as he shakes his head, refusing to quit. Timeless sits back on it, putting more pressure on Syberus' knee]

Jeremy Tucker: "Timeless" Alex Turner pulls 110% Syberus up in a headlock, then runs into the middle of the ring, bulldogging his face into the mat!

Andrew Fulton: Alex Turner pulls him up by his blood soaked hair, then twists his arm.

Jeremy Tucker: 110% Syberus reverses it and twists Turner's arm. He converts it into a top wristlock.

Andrew Fulton: These two mat technicians jockeying for position here.

Jeremy Tucker: 110% Syberus flips Turner into a wristlock takeover into an arm scissors.

Andrew Fulton: Both men wearing down the arm, as finishing off the other with a submission would be quite a feather in their cap.

[110% Syberus cranks back on Turner's arm, putting pressure on his wrist and forearm. Turner spins and twists, looking for an escape]

Jeremy Tucker: Syberus grabs Timeless around the head in a cravat, and takes him over into a snap mare. Then another.

Andrew Fulton: Another snap mare. And another. This is getting ridiculous, Jeremy.

Jeremy Tucker: 110% Syberus flips him into another snapmare, and yet another one.

Andrew Fulton: Get in there, Mulligan!

[Syberus takes him over into another snapmare, and then a dizzy Timeless gets to his feet. He takes a few drunken swings at the air and then drops to the mat, popping the crowd, especially the children in the audience]

Jeremy Tucker: Syberus picks Timeless up and gets a running start, throwing him face first into the steel cage!!

[The Santa Claus Community Center roars as Timeless falls into a heap between the cage and ropes, bleeding all over the apron. Syberus hits the ropes and hits Timeless' body with a basement dropkick, sandwiching his body into the cage]

Andrew Fulton: Syberus pulls him up by the hair and is now grinding Timeless' face back and forth across the cage! Ugh, he's tearing the skin from his forehead!

Jeremy Tucker: Alex Turner is a bloody mess! 110% Syberus steps through the ropes, and ties up Timeless' legs with his, snapping back into a russian leg sweep that bangs the back of Turner's head against the cage!!

[The audience lets out a collective "OH!!" from the sound of Timeless' head hitting the cage. Syberus pulls him through the ropes back into the ring]

Andrew Fulton: Syberus applies a full nelson, but before he can lock it, Timeless does a go behind and dragon suplexes him!

Referee: 1...2...(110% Syberus gets his shoulder up)

Jeremy Tucker: "Timeless" Alex Turner picks 110% Syberus up in a back suplex, but then flips him into a wheelbarrow facebuster!!

Andrew Fulton: Turn Me Loose!!

Jeremy Tucker: Timeless grabs a guillotine choke, and pulls back on his head, putting pressure on Syberus' throat.

[Tommy Mulligan checks in but Syberus waves him off. The crowd starts chanting "SY-BER-US! SY-BER-US! SY-BER-US!"]

Jeremy Tucker: Syberus fighting his way to his feet, but Timeless hangs on to the front facelock. Syberus grabs Turner's legs and turns him into a spinebuster!

[Syberus and Alex Turner lie side by side, exhausted and bleeding onto the mat. Tommy Mulligan starts the double count, as Syberus gets to his side]

Jeremy Tucker: Syberus starts his climb up the cage wall!

Andrew Fulton: He's had enough! He's taking a powder.

Jeremy Tucker: He'll be taking the SWAT Hardcore Championship if he gets much further.

Andrew Fulton: Technical!

Jeremy Tucker: Syberus is almost over the side, but Roxylishus is now swinging a chair at the bottom.

Andrew Fulton: That's what you call a manager! Where's Jonnie with his chair?

Jeremy Tucker: "Timeless" Alex Turner takes advantage of the distraction and grabs hold of Syberus while he's standing on the top turnbuckle. Syberus smashes Timeless' face into the top of the cage!!

[Syberus backs up and stands on the top of the cage. He vaults over a dazed Timeless and sunset flip tigerbombs him off the top turnbuckle]

Jeremy Tucker: A super tigerbomb from off the top of the cage!!

[The crowd is leaping up and down in celebration of what they've just seen. Syberus crawls over and makes the cover]

Referee: 1...2...thr- (Timeless gets his shoulder up)

Andrew Fulton: Timeless not out of it yet!

Jeremy Tucker: 110% Syberus pulls Turner up into an inverted facelock, and then drops down into a reverse DDT! He bounces off the ropes and hits Timeless right between the eyes with a fistdrop.

Andrew Fulton: Syberus trying to open up that cut even bigger across Timeless' brow.

Jeremy Tucker: 110% Syberus attempts a suplex, but Timeless blocks it and lifts him up in a suplex of his own into a falcon arrow!

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

Jeremy Tucker: Timeless pulls Syberus up into a half nelson, then dumps him on his head with an exploder suplex!

[The Santa Claus Community Center boos. Timeless steps through Syberus' legs and rolls him over into a sharpshooter]

Andrew Fulton: Alex Turner cranking back on Syberus' legs, bending the challenger in half!

Jeremy Tucker: Syberus is bleeding a pool of blood under his face, as he reaches out for the ropes!

[Tommy Mulligan keeps asking Syberus if he wants to tap, but he can barely hear him over the "SY-BER-US! SY-BER-US! SY-BER-US!" chants]

Andrew Fulton: Syberus finally crawls like the worm he is to the ropes.

Jeremy Tucker: Timeless pulls Syberus' head into his legs. He pulls him up into a powerbomb, but Syberus flips into a diamond cutter!!

[The audience leaps to their feet. Syberus wipes some blood out of his eyes as he tries to clear the cobwebs. Alex Turner staggers up and Syberus catches him from behind with a codebreaker! Timeless arches his back in pain as blood runs down his face]

Jeremy Tucker: Syberus makes the cover!

Andrew Fulton: Roxylishus is entering the cage!

Referee: 1...2...thr-(Roxylishus split-legged moonsaults Syberus)

Jeremy Tucker: Oh, come on!

[The Indiana fans boo]

Andrew Fulton: Team work makes the dream work!

Jeremy Tucker: Tommy Mulligan trying to force Roxylishus out of the cage...

Andrew Fulton: Foxy Roxy hits Mulligan with a low blow!

[The boos grow louder as Timeless gets to his feet. He scoops Syberus up to his feet and drops him onto his knee with a backbreaker]

Jeremy Tucker: It's now two on one with Roxylishus and Timeless in there against Syberus.

Andrew Fulton: She's just a girl, Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker: Timeless lifts Syberus up into a cradle suplex and then drops him into a fisherman's buster!

[Timeless wipes the blood out of his eyes and grabs Syberus' arms in a rings of saturn, with the Santa Claus Community Center rocking with boos]

Andrew Fulton: The Turnabout!

Jeremy Tucker: Timeless cinching down on the back of Syberus' weakened elbow, while pressing his head into his chest with his legs. Syberus is in agony!

Andrew Fulton: But there's no referee!

Jeremy Tucker: Roxylishus took him out earlier. Hoisted by their own petard!

Andrew Fulton: Put some ice on them Mulligan, Syberus is gonna tap any minute!

[Timeless gives up on The Turnabout. He pulls Syberus up by his pink bloodstained hair, and irish whips him into the ropes. He dips down for a backdrop, but Syberus grabs him with a corkscrew neckbreaker]

Jeremy Tucker: Roxylishus getting involved again, raking her nails across Syberus' eyes as he tries to get up. Come on!

Andrew Fulton: Manager of the Year!

[The fans all start buzzing and craning their heads towards the entrance. The Russian Assassin II walks down to the ring with his chain wrapped around his neck]

Jeremy Tucker: The Russian Assassin II! Syberus' personal bodyguard!

Andrew Fulton: This is blatant interference!

[The Russian Assassin II whips the cage door open and enters the ring. Roxylishus looks scared as he stares her down]

Jeremy Tucker: The Russian Assassin II has Roxylishus in her sights!

Andrew Fulton: She's just a girl, Jerry!

[Roxylishus gulps and walks up to him. She gives him a hard slap across the face, which he doesn't sell]

Jeremy Tucker: Roxylishus gives the masked man another hard slap, this one turning his head a little.

Andrew Fulton: What is he doing?

Jeremy Tucker: He's taking off his mask!

Andrew Fulton: What? Why?

[The Russian Assassin II pulls off his mask to reveal he's ANDREW KARNAGE! The crowd goes nuts]

Jeremy Tucker: It's former Hardkore World Champion Andrew Karnage!

Andrew Fulton: I don't believe it!

Jeremy Tucker: Roxylishus looks like she's seen a ghost! Andrew Karnage shoots her into the ropes. She ducks a Nightmare Lariot but it flips Timeless head over heels!!

[The crowd lets out a monster pop. Andrew Karnage ties Roxylishus to the ropes with his chain, while Syberus pulls Timeless up into a single underhook DDT]

Jeremy Tucker: Pure Confidence!!

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

[The Santa Claus Community Center leaps to their feet as "Two Notes Shy Of An Octave" by Red City Radio plays. Tuxedo Mask, "A Very Merry" Jonnie Valentine, and Marty Donovan run into the ring with the SWAT Hardcore Championship title]

Frank Salazar: "THE WINNER OF THE MATCH, AND NEW SWAT HARDCORE CHAMPION...110% SYBERUS!!!"

Andrew Fulton: No! No! NO!!!

Jeremy Tucker: 110% Syberus is now the SWAT Technical Champion...

Andrew Fulton: Hardcore Champion!

Jeremy Tucker: That's right, I beg your pardon. 110% Syberus has gone nearly 45 minutes here in a Hardcore title classic, probably the best we've ever had.

Andrew Fulton: Andrew Karnage and his bloody Nightmare Lariot is to blame for this!

Jeremy Tucker: He was simply trying to eliminate the constant interference of Roxylishus. Timeless could have gone without her interference, but he couldn't help himself.

[Jonnie Valentine straps the belt around Syberus' waist as Tuxedo Mask raises his arm. Syberus wipes the blood out of his eyes and soaks in the cheers]

Jeremy Tucker: Syberus gave 110% tonight and returned to his familiar position as champion.

Andrew Fulton: He booked himself this match! There's got to be a way to appeal this to the SWAT Championship Committee.

Jeremy Tucker: I think you mean, Joe Pesci?

Andrew Fulton: Exactly!

[The Indiana fans chant "SY-BER-US! SY-BER-US! SY-BER-US!" as a bleeding 110% Syberus stands on the top of the cage, holding the SWAT Hardcore title belt over his head]

[travisd]

The camera cuts outside and Travis is hanging out in sweatpants and a hoodie (with his hood up of course) leaning on the wall with his cellphone in his hand.

Travis: Hey!… did you watch? Did Sammy watch?

His expression right now is one of excitement. You see Kara is his ex, and Sammy is there child, his daughter to be exact and she was to young to remember her father wrestling. She’s a bit older now and he wants her to know this side of him. You could say he is doing this for her, but he’s also doing it for himself too. He misses this. He misses being in the ring. He’s older now, he’s in his early thirty’s. He doesn’t know how many more years he actually has left, but he feels great, in fact he feels as good as he did when he was in his prime. But his happy expression is about to be killed very quickly…

Travis: wait… what do you mean she didn’t watch?

And there it is… his heart sank. His own ex purposely didn’t let his daughter watch him wrestle. She knew how important this was to him.

Travis: You promised me you’d sit my daughter down so she could watch me wrestle!


His voice never gets loud, but in this instant he needed to. He was angry, and rightfully so too. He takes a deep breathe and takes the phone away from his ear for a second… he gathers his thoughts and puts the phone back to his ear.

Travis: You know what… fine… it’s fine… there’s always the next one. Yea…bye.

He presses end… God if only this was a landline, the impact of his anger would have been felt as he slammed the phone down, but he couldn’t do that… he just had to angerly press the red button. Travis shakes his head and continues to lean against the wall.

Travis: Despite that BS with my ex and my child, I did pretty damn good out there. Better than I thought could. I have been away for quite some time… so I am sure a lot of people in the industry are wondering why I am back all of a sudden. See, when I was younger, I was all about the titles, and don’t get me wrong I miss having a title around my waist…a lot… and I feel like that will change in the near future. But when you grow up and become a dad, there are new motivations, and Samantha is my new motivation. She is the reason I am back. I want her to see me doing what I love to do and show her that she can do whatever she wants to do in life and you can really love what you do too. I want her to see her dad as a superhero, and not some deadbeat that I’m sure her mother is making me out to be. She deserves to see the real me, the me she can be proud of. And in the process, I can keep kicking peoples asses and win titles and prove to her, me, and the world that I am just as good as I was a few years ago. So get ready SWAT… because Travis is back, and that my dear friends is a fucking…travisty… for all of you.

Travis smirks into the camera, and it quickly fades away while feeling a brand new confidence inside of himself. He walks passed the camera and back into the arena.

[thejerseydevildiva]

Act 1: Backstage


The scene opens on the backstage area where we see Radu making his way back to his locker room. The lights over head start to flicker as the hallway starts to drop in temperature. As he looks down the hallway all that is seen is a pair of red eyes before the lights go out. The lights come back up, and we see a shadow behind Radu.

Voice: Hello Radu... Having problems sleepin' lately?

He turns and no one is there. He lets out a sigh of relief and then turns around to head into his locker room. As he walks inside we see a figure sitting on the bench in front of him. It was Joanne. She was dressed in her usual dark blue suit, and her long black hair was pulled back from her now pale skin. Her eyes glowed red, before they go back to their normal color.

Radu: What are you doing here?

Joanne: Really? That's how you greet the one person that can help you be better than you ever have?

Radu: Whatever you have I don't want it!

Radu pushes past her as she smirks, revealing one of her upper fangs.

Joanne: I figured you would say that. It's funny though don't you think? Remember the last time you drank from me? How good it felt? How strong you felt and how quickly you healed? You don't want that again?

Radu: NO! That wasn't by choice! You forced your blood down my throat! You're in my dreams! You haunt my thoughts! I haven't slept in weeks!

Joanne smiles as she pulls out a small vile and sets it on the bench before she starts to walk toward the door.

Joanne: If you change your mind... The vile is there. But if you don't... I understand. I mean I just figured you would want to be in better shape then you are so you could get your title back. That's all. See you later.

He goes to say something else, but when he turns around Joanne is gone once again. A shiver goes up his spine as he turns back around and looks at the vile on the bench as the scene fades to black.

[thejerseydevildiva]

Act 1: Who's side are you on?

The scene opens on the backstage area once again, as we see Joe Pesci sitting in his sky box looking over the arena as the lights flicker over head and stop as the area around him starts to chill. He sighs and looks over his shoulder seeing nothing. As he turns back to face the window Joanne is standing beside him.

Joe Pesci: What do you think you're doing?

Joanne: What do you mean?

Joe Pesci: Do you have dealings with Radu?

Joanne laughs.

Joanne: Please. I have driven him almost to the point of insanity.

Joe Pesci: Is that why you're messing with him?

Joanne: You have no idea. You see he's had a taste of my power and what it's like to feel that strength.

Joe Pesci: But why him?

Joanne: He was stupid enough to mess with us. I told him that I would make him mine and I will.

Joe Pesci: How?

Joanne smirks as she stares out the window at the arena below.

Joanne: I've noticed one thin' about Radu... He isn't strong willed. I know what he wants and if he does what I think he'll do, it's not goin' to be to long before he's mine. No matter what he does he won't be able to fight it.

Joe Pesci: You know I don't like this cryptic bullshit, but... I believe you.

Joanne just smiles as her eyes glow red as the scene fades to black.

[SWAT Team]

The lights dim with smoke rolling across the rings as the song reaches the half way point when a man decked out in black leather boots with chains, ripped denim jeans and a black leather jacket with latex face mask to match steps out looking around the arena. He soaks in the mixed reaction walking down to the ring with award in hand with only the initials KOCC on the back.

Making his way towards the ringside steps he kneels down and pounds his fist on the steps before making his way up wiping his boots off on the apron and stepping through the ropes. One by one he makes his way to all four corners climbing up and holding an award out towards the crowd before motioning for a microphone. Snatching the microphone he bows down and walks to the center of the ring before looking around and slowly lifting up the latex mask, pulling it off while facing away from all cameras. He lowers his head then snaps it back with the hair flying around to reveal the face of CSK.

CSK: Well holy shit, the church bells are ringing and hell has finally frozen over. Your King of Chaotic Controversy aka the wrestling lord and savior is back once again. Otherwise known to some of you with the attention span of a newbie on meth, CHRISTIAN SEBASTIAN KENNEDY!!!! Now before some of your know it alls run your mouth and think you know everything let's make this clear right now...........you don't know shit!

Now when y'all saw me last it was under some very screwed up situations and maybe I didn't handle it properly. Then again I really do give two shits, especially when someone not fit enough to lace my boots was trying to tell me how to run my business, how to propel this industry and shit hit the fan and let's face it, i'm too old for drama and had enough of the shit and I walked. Besides the checks were bouncing and I wasn't getting paid what I was worth. But let's face it Santa Claus, unlike Kathy Kohm I'm a live and well and back from the land of the dead. Sorry, sorry distasteful I'm sure but you get the point!

So tonight I was handed this prestigious hall of fame award and I gotta keep it real with you guys.....I'm not sure I deserve this. Now let's face the facts here for why I do. I created the Dynasty, I salvaged the career of Stan Wilson, I turned that indy opening act James Ashcroft into a house hold name, and I took one of Rick Owens lackeys who used to shine my shoes and carry my bags, I think is name was puff the magic dragon or some shit, dragon somebody. The point being I am the reason the business had a handful of household names.

Two man power trip ring a bell? I took that second rate Cobryn wanna be I think his name was the Cincinnati Kid? Oh Robert limp bean ? Oh I'm sorry, Robert Hunglestein the III and I carried his sorry ass when he won a world title and wasn't good enough to get over on his own. I made that chump into a star. So in many ways I deserve this award because everything I touched, every no name in the industry that rode my coat tails became somebody! David Brickheart? Yeah he used to mop floors before he won a set of tag team titles with me! Hell even two years ago I restored the KGB to the land of promise! Speaking of I'll be seeing the family later.

However there's the flip side of the coin. While I won more titles then most of the guys have ever had matches or years in a career, there are three things in this world that have eluded my entire career. So while I want to thank whoever is responsible for naming me a Hall of Famer......

CSK looks at the award and stares for a few minutes and lowers his head before setting it down and walking away from it.

CSK: I can't accept this just yet. What some of you don't know is I never had a say in how my career started, but I SURE AS HELL WILL NOT ALLOW ANYONE TO TELL ME THAT IT HAS COME TO AN END!

This very well be quite the honor and believe me it is. But my career isn't over, hell no we're just getting started! But keeping it real I'm not getting paid by the hour, hell someone still owes me for two years worth of services. But I am here for one reason, and one reason only Screw world titles. forget money, while I want the world title and I will take it and I will have it before it's said and done, that's not why I'm here. No, there is one huge piece to the puzzle that I've been dying for my entire career. This one thing is what makes my career complete, it's what gets me into the hall of fame, it's what so very few can claim they've done, and that one thing, that one reason I'm here is because I want .....

[Wiseguy hits and Joe Pesci comes out to the rampway interrupting CSK.]

Joe Pesci : Isn’t it funny, ask and you shall receive. Here i was talking of one of these Hall of Famers coming to my aide in my Retirement match at New Years Nightmare against Radu thinking of Viper, and then who walks back in the door. C_S_K.

I got a special job for you come New Years Nightmare, a job i will show you great gratitude for.

CSK : Hold it right there pal. If there is anything anyone knows about me is that i am nobodies errand boy! I am here for my reasons and my reasons alone, so you can take your “gratitudes” and you can shove em!

Pesci : (shaking his head) You god damn self righteous fool! You want it the hard way, you GOT IT! This is the era of Pesci and it is going to last long past New Years Nightmare, so you want to return to active competition, you got it, i know two goons who are free seeing i just pulled them from Team SWAT! So, New Years Nightmare, its Christian Sebastian Kennedy versus Doomsday of Satans Disciples.

[Joe chuckles as CSK stares at him with disdain as we fade.]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome back fans, what a night it’s been, Syberus just won the Hardcore / Technical Championship and renamed it the International Championship, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

Andrew Fulton : Joe has pulled Satan’s Disciples from the War Games, and alluded that Zousa was replacing them? Is that official?

Jeremy Tucker : Not sure, where we sit right now Team SWAT is three members, one we don’t even know who is that lady with the mask.

Andrew Fulton : and the hot rack.

Jeremy Tucker : Yeah, ok Andrew. Frostbite and Goth making up the three.

Andrew Fulton : They don’t stand a chance against the might of the KGB.

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite just defeated the leader of the KGB Paul Soutter in their final confrontation last man standing match, he won the war with Paul and my money is on them to win the War Games also. Ok, coming up now, we have the main event, World Heavyweight Championship on the line, Champion Suzi Spitz defending against ‘A Very Merry’ Jonnie Valentine.

[C.O.D. hits and Suzi makes her way to the ring, she is carrying a big tray of Chicken sandwiches and throwing them to the fans as she makes her way to the ring, she stops and rests the tray on the commentary table, one remaining which Fulton swoops on then enters the ring and holds the World Belt high for all to see.]

Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall, and is for the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first, coming in at 5’10 and 135 lbs ... hailing from New Orleans .... The Violent Vixen and reigning World Heavyweight Champion .... SUZI SPITZ!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Suzi looks focused, and she better be, Jonnie Valentine is as good as it gets in this business. What’s with the Sandwiches though and this Hungry Jacks stuff?

Andrew Fulton : (stuffing the rest of the sandwich in his gob and talking with a full mouth) She is a giving champ Jerry. The best Champion we have ever had, much better than the previous champ Radu, what did he give us? Bugs! Bugs Jerry! Suzi, she brings us lunch. What a woman.

["My Heart Beats With People" by Jonnie Valentine hits and Jonnie makes his way to the rampway, he is wearing a red tasseled jacket with "A Very Merry" written in cursive lettering on the back. Red trunks and white boots with "JV" embroidered on them . 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, the fans hurl garland as streamers into the ring.]

Frank Salazar : And introducing her opponent, hailing from Palm Springs, California, coming in at 5’10 and 234 pounds .... A VERY MERRY JONNIE_VALENTINE!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Frank slides out of the ring and referee Joe Davola calls for the bell and this one is under way. Both competitors slowly circle each other, they are both the same height but Jonnie has a hundred pound weight advantage over her. They collar elbow hook up and Jonnie uses the weight advantage to power Suzi into the corner, he then breaks clean.

Andrew Fulton : Breaks clean? I think he just groped her breast Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : He did not! Will you stop. They hook up again, and again Jonnie powers her to the corner, but then Suzi reverses it and has Jonnie in the corner, and she breaks clean also. Jonnie nodding his head to her with respect and ... WHAM! Suzi slaps him hard across the face.

Andrew Fulton : She doesn’t want respect, she wants a FIGHT!

Jeremy Tucker : What a slap! Jonnie holding his jaw and cranks his neck.

Andrew Fulton : I wish a woman would slap me like that.

Jeremy Tucker : It happens on a nightly basis.

Andrew Fulton : Oh yeah.

Jeremy Tucker : Suzi Irish whips Jonnie into the ropes and then ducks down and he runs the ropes jumping over her, he bounces off and she leap frogs him, he bounces off again and steam rolls her with a crunching shoulder block, he was fast off them ropes, faster than Suzi was expecting.

Andrew Fulton : He is going to tear her apart Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : The match is still early.

Andrew Fulton : I’m not talking about the match.

Jeremy Tucker : Please. Suzi back up and Jonnie with a hip toss, she jumps to her feet and a second hip toss, Jonnie cartwheels, but Suzi had scouted the cart wheel and leg sweeps him as he lands, then mounts him and starts ground and pounding him.

Andrew Fulton : Jonnie covering up, and Suzi starts scratching and biting and clawing ... she is going Batshit crazy! I think i am in love.

Jeremy Tucker : Jonnie slides out of the ring, and takes a breather, and Suzi runs the ropes and flies over them but Jonnie ducks out of the way, and Suzi flies right into the safety rail.

Andrew Fulton : Not to safe if you ask me, or Suzi right now.

Jeremy Tucker : Safe for the fans though Andy.

Andrew Fulton : Who cares about them.

Jeremy Tucker : We_do. Jonnie grabs the empty sandwich tray and plonks Suzi over the head with it then rams her head into the ring apron, he then rolls her back into the ring. He slides in behind her and then delivers a fireman's carry into an armbar.

Andrew Fulton : Armbar!

Jeremy Tucker : Suzi rolls out of the arm bar, countering it and then hits Jonnie with a short arm clothesline.

Andrew Fulton : Reverse neckbreaker! Suzi with a perfectly executed neckbreaker there, Valentine may be done.

Jeremy Tucker : Suzi with the cover ...........

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

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

Kick out by Jonnie.

Andrew Fulton : The Violent Vixen slams the mat in frustration and glares at referee Davola. He signals to her again it was two.

Jeremy Tucker : Jonnie with a big punch to the mid section of Spitz, he then snap mares her into a very long reverse chinlock. Jonnie flattens out his body, and whips it out to increase pressure.

Andrew Fulton : Jonnie catching a breather, the veteran is gasping for air in there, Suzi running him ragged around the ring.

Jeremy Tucker : He is in the best shape of his career, and he is wearing her down big time, she is the one gasping for air in that chin lock.

Andrew Fulton : Gasping because it’s a choke Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : Davola checks to see if it is indeed a choke and signals it’s a legal chin lock, and Valentine continues to torque it.

Andrew Fulton : Suzi stretches out her foot to the ropes, and Davola calls for a break. Great ring awareness.

Jeremy Tucker : Valentine won a match in his early days of his return with that exact same chin lock.

Andrew Fulton : Suzi charges Valentine and he sends her flying into the ropes with a high back body drop, she bounces off them awkwardly and lands on her neck.

Jeremy Tucker : Jonnie swoops on her, double arm belly to belly overhead suplex! He goes for the cover ....

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

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

Th ... Suzi rolls the shoulder.

Andrew Fulton : Suzi gets back on the offense, with a spinning back kick. She chops him and then chops him again ... Double Underhook Backbreaker!

Jeremy Tucker : Jonnie clutching at his back .... SPLIT LEGGED MOONSAULT!!!

Andrew Fulton : That’s it! Its over! Suzi with the cover, hooks the leg ....

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

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

THRE .....Jonnie gets a foot on the rope.

Andrew Fulton : Jonnie with a chokelift into a tigerbomb!!! He covers! This is it!

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

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

THREE .... Suzi gets the shoulder up.

Andrew Fulton : Unbelievable!

Jeremy Tucker : Suzi back in control .... wicked roundhouse kick nearly takes Valentines head off! Sambo Suplex!!!! Suzi covers!!!!

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

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

THREE!!!!! NO!!!! Jonnie kicked out last possible second!

Andrew Fulton : Jonnie back on the offensive .... over the shoulder backbreaker, flipped down into a double knee to the face!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Oh My GOD! Thats got to be it!

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

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

THREE .... NOOO!!!!! Suzi kick out! These two will not give up.

Andrew Fulton : It’s all on the line Jerry. Suzi back on the offense. Falling powerslam!!! Nailed it!

Jeremy Tucker : Suzi stays on Jonnie, FISHERMANS SUPLEX!!!! She holds on for the cover.

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

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

THRE .... Jonnie rolls the shoulder.

Andrew Fulton : Hammerlock northern lights suplex ...... Suzi is reeling ..... she staggers to her feet .....

Jeremy Tucker : PICTURE PERFECT DROPKICK!!! VALENTINE WITH THE PICTURE PERFECT DROP KICK ..... this has got to be it!!! He covers Suzi ......

ONE ........................

TWO ...........................

THREE!!!!!!!!

He did it! Jonnie Valentine defeated Suzi Spitz and is the NEW SWAT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!

["My Heart Beats With People" by Jonnie Valentine hits and referee Joe Davola hands the title to Jonnie and raises his arm in victory, Jonnie motions for the Society to come and celebrate with him, and the SWAT Tron shows them running excitedly to the dressing room door, but it wont budge, a shot of the outside of the door shows it chained and padlocked. The shot again switches to inside their room and Syberus and Tuxedo Mask bashing against the door trying to get out, figuring something is up, Marty Donovan is sitting casually reading a book oblivious.]

[Peel their Caps Back by Ice T hits and The KGB make their way down to the rampway. Soutter with a mic in hand.]

Soutter : (doing his best Biff impersonation) Well well well, looky what we have here.

Congratulations Merry Jonnie.

[Valentine looks around knowing something is amiss after seeing his Society friends trapped in their room as the KGB move to the ring and surround it.]

Soutter : Don’t worry about your friends in the Society of Part Timers. They are safe for now in the back. But this isn’t about them. This isn’t about YOU! This, is about US!

Jeremy Tucker : Of course it’s about him, he just won the World Title!

[Soutter drops the mic and the KGB swarm the ring, Soutter, Canelli, Timeless, Team Fairtex, Bruno. They charge Jonnie and like a pack of wolves bring him to the mat, they are stomping on him, 6 on one, its overwhelming and Suzi jumps on top of him covering him and taking the shots to protect him. They stomp away on her also, then from tthe back ... Lucky Linda, Frostbite, Goth, The Masked Lady, Satans Disciples, they all charge the ring, steel chairs in hand and the KGB high tail it out of there and make their way back up to the top of the ramp. The masked woman unmasks and its Wildcat Lynn Brewster.]

Jonnie Valentine : New Years Nightmare, next show. Team SWAT Vs The KGB. Goth. Frostbite. Wildcat. Meet your 4th member. Jonnie Valentine!

[Team SWAT on the rampway are livid.]

Suzi Spitz : (taking the mic from Jonnie) and your FIFTH MEMBER!!!

Jeremy Tucker : No Way! Suzi and Jonnie have both just signed up for Team SWAT in the War Games at New Years Nightmare! What a show it is going to be. See you there fans, live, on the XHF Network!!!

[Show goes off the air with the KGB and Team SWAT staring each other down.]

[Jonnie Valentine]

[Jonnie sits on the bench with a towel around his neck, leaning against the lockers. It's after the main event, everyone has gone home, so he's alone. He sits forward and picks up the SWAT World Championship]


[He stares at the representation of decades of hard work, blood, and countless bumps. He thinks about the times of doubt, the pain of injuries, and the countless hours on the road]


[He puts the belt down and...was that a rat? What was that noise? Probably nothing, right? Anyway, he puts the belt down, and leans back. He checks the mouse under his eye from that roundhouse kick]


[He undoes his elbow pads and tosses them on the bench, and then hears it again. Oh, there's definitely a rat in here]


["A Very Merry" Jonnie Valentine goes into the shower to take a well deserved...]


The lights go out.


[Lights going out is never good for a wrestler, especially one with a huge target on his back]


"A Very Merry" Jonnie Valentine: Hello? HELLO? 


[An elderly custodian flips the lights back on]


Janitor: Someone still here? 


Jonnie Valentine: Yeah, I am!


Janitor: Oh son, if you tryin to meet a wrassler. They all gone home. 


Jonnie Valentine: No, I'm a wrassler...a wrestler. (holds up title meekly) Got a belt. 


Janitor: You? Why didn't you leave with the rest of them?   


Jonnie Valentine: I was in the main event. Everyone left already for the house show we have in Seymore tomorrow. 


Janitor: Seymore? Hoo. Big city. 


[Both nod until it gets awkward]


Jonnie Valentine: Soo...can I take a shower?


Janitor: I don't expect there's much hot water left, but I reckon you're welcome to try. 


Jonnie Valentine: Oh. I guess I can just...drive to the hotel in this. 


Janitor: Your spandex?


Jonnie Valentine: Yes, my tights. Is there...is there a rat in here?


Janitor: Julius? Yes. That's who I was here to see. 


Jonnie Valentine: Oh. Oh, that's sweet. I guess. 


Janitor: I don't appreciate your condescension. 


Jonnie Valentine: No, I was...


Janitor: I know what exactly what you were doing. 


[Janitor starts laying rat traps around the locker room]


Janitor: Now, the Santa Claus Community Center is closed. Get! 


Jonnie Valentine: Yeah, I was just....(grabs his gym bag) and...oh...(grabs belt) 


["A Very Merry" Jonnie Valentine hurriedly leaves the locker room. Leaving the janitor by himself]


Janitor: (muttering) Why do you do that, Cecil? That nice man with the belt was just trying to be friendly, and what do you do? You chase em off. Just like Ellen. Just like the kids. And now you've you've wasted your entire life trying to kill one rat in a community center locker room. You don't even know if it's the same rat from '89...