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Post by SWAT Team on Jan 6, 2020 3:23:39 GMT -5
Syndicate Wrestling & Tradition and the XHF presents ....
  Coming to you LIVE from Greensboro Coliseum, Greensboro, North Carolina Jeremy Tucker : Hello SWAT and WELCOME to New Years Nightmare! Our first show for the year and season, and what a pay per view we have for you tonight, coming to you live on the XHF Network!!! Andrew Fulton : Jonnie Valentine just won the World Championship on Battleground #22, a huge day for the company. Are we now entering the era of Valentine? Jeremy Tucker : Could well be, the Era of Pesci is sure to come to a close in tonights main event, when he has to put his career on the line against The Dixie Beast Radu Matei. Andrew Fulton : My moneys on Joe. He always has a trick up his sleeve. Jeremy Tucker : How about the War Games, Team SWAT uniting against the might of the KGB, this is going to be one for the ages. Andrew Fulton : Syberus puts his newly won Hardcore Strap on the line against his fellow Society members, Donovan and Tuxedo Mask, i for one hope they all destroy each other. Jeremy Tucker : There is an interesting twist to this match, with the winner being the last entrant in next shows Royal Rumble, and the two losers, first two in the rumble! Andrew Fulton : How about the Irish Rose Bombshells, Avery and Linda, they explode here tonight! Jeremy Tucker : SWAT is not big enough for the two of them. We have all that and so much more coming your way tonight fans, 11 huge matches, with the return of two legends, Hall of Famer Christian Sebastian Kennedy and Tigerheart Rally Jackson! Andrew Fulton : Dont forget Duke and Mr Bones, they are facing off in a dumpster match, who will take out the trash in that one? Jeremy Tucker: We will see soon enough, well fans its not a surprise to see Brian Acres out in the ring without an entrance, but our longest reigning world champion, Radu Matei is standing in their with him. The Sacrificial Idol forgoing his usually pyro displays out of respect for his opponent. Andrew Fulton: Well they probably spend more on one Matei' ring entrance than Acres takes in winning purses a year. Jeremy Tucker: Both men are looking uncomfortable. On the last battleground, interim commissioner Zoran Sainovic decided to put one last roadblock between Radu Matei and tonights retirement match. He has to win a loser leaves town match against Brian Acres. In between terrorizing the locker room, Matei first showed his human side by buddying up with enhancement talent. Acres is a friend of Radu Matei. A talented wrestler in his own right, Acres has never gotten the results that his skills suggest he's capable of. If his win loss record is any indication, then he really doesn't stand a chance here. Andrew Fulton: He's also a family man. So if Radu wants to headline this evening against Joe Pesci, he's going to have to put Acres on the unemployment line. That Zoran is a sick SOB. Jeremy Tucker: The two men look like they have a lot to say to each other, but the situation is impossibly uncomfortable. Frank Salazar: Ladies and gentlemen... welcome to NEW YEARS NIGHTMARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Massive pyro explodes, as graphics fly across trons to set the stage for the year end pay per view.] *MONSTER START OF THE PPV POP*Frank Salazar: Our openning contest is a LOSER LEAVES TOWN MATCH... *EPIC BOOS FOR SAINOVIC'S EVIL BOOKING*Frank Salazar: It is scheduled for one fall, and has a thirty minute time limit. The loser will be forced out of SWAT. Already in the ring, Brian Acres... *The crowd boo for Acres just because he's not Matei, which causes Radu to wince*Frank Salazar: And his opponent, our former world champion and current Helloween Cup winner... RADU MATEI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *FUCK ACRES UP MATEI chants also illicit a pained reaction from the obvious winner*DING! DING! DING!!!Jeremy Tucker: The two men offer each other a handshake. Matei has one arm in a sling, courtesy of Cobryn. There's the lock up! Matei winning a test of strength, turning it into a waist lock. Acres counters it into a wristlock, but Matei reverses it. Wristlock into an armbar, but Acres gets to the ropes. Clean break. Another lock up, the larger Matei wins again, but Acres pulls him over with an arm drag into a hammerlock armbar. The two men continue to exchange holds, a far more technical contest than we're used to with Matei. Andrew Fulton: He's avoiding his usual head dropping shtick. Normally one big drop would collapse Acres' spine like an accordion. Apparently Matei just wants to finish the jerk's livelihood, and not give him tens of thousands of dollars worth of medical bills. Jeremy Tucker: Matei clearly doesn't want to end Acres livelihood either. Small package by Acres for 1. This is a particularly cruel tactic on the part of Sainovic. We all know that Matei is too injured to continue wrestling, and his days with the company are basically done. The only thing keeping Matei here is running out our owner Joe Pesci, so on the eve of victory, forcing Radu to make this kind of choice? It's sick. The two fighting over a headlock, which Matei turns into a cover for 2. Andrew Fulton: Please Joe Pesci is the greatest vil- hero in the history of SWAT. The man is always TWELVE steps ahead of everyone. Acres firing off some knife edge chops, not having the same issues with avoiding strikes that Radu does, as Brian is fighting for his life! Even if Radu sends Acres packing, there is no guarantee that he'll actually beat Joe tonight! Jeremy Tucker: Radu with a school boy for 2, which seems to enrage Acres. The single father of three kicking off Matei's attempt at a grappling and then nailing a thrust kick to the head! That was a vicious enough strike to knock the bandages on Matei's jaw loose. Andrew Fulton: I mean, given his odds against Joe, I'd much rather Matei took the dive here, disappointing all these fans. You know like the good old days when he made them feel bad for Lynn Brewster. Everyone upset. That's how I want to remember Matei. Jeremy Tucker: Acres on fire! Necksnap, but rolls through, and neck breaker! Radu must have a hundred pounds on Joe, I think we're all expecting him to send the SWAT manage packing in three seconds. Andrew Fulton: That's too predictable! DDT by Acres on Matei for 1... 2... shoulder up. Nah, Joe has this tied up this evening. Jeremy Tucker: Jumping DDT gets another 2 count! Matei's heart is not in this! His insistence on keeping this contest purely technical is putting him at a major disadvantage to Acres who has no qualms about it. Its almost like he's planning on throwing the towel in now. Andrew Fulton: Well all I know is Matei beat Hell's Bouncer in a record THREE seconds. This match has already gone something like five hundred times that long. We always knew that Acres was better than HB, but the longer this match drags out the worse the night is going to be for Matei. His body was SHOT by Joe and the KGB long before Soutter murdered him on Helloween. That beating he got from Cobryn last week was the last straw. Every second he spends in the ring is borrowed time, and he wants as much of that time as possible going into the main event. Jeremy Tucker: Matei going for an inside cradle - hard to lock both legs up with that arm in a sling - 1... 2... so close but Acres once again in the ropes. Matei goes for another 1- but Acres reverses it, for 1... 2... Matei with his only working hand managing to grab the ropes. Acres with a VICIOUS kneelift, and Matei is already bleeding. Pesci has to be loving this in the back. Andrew Fulton: What are those clowns doing here? Jeremy Tucker: Zousa, Brein, and the Khans - mortal enemies - are all out on the apron to watch the match. While they might key my car later for suggesting their enhancement talent too, its definitely a tight knit group at the front of the card, and all four of these men are watching their friends battle it out for Sainovic and Pesci's amusement. The result might be apparent to everyone, but they know Radu Matei well enough that this could go either way. Andrew Fulton: TORNADO DDT BY ACRES!!!!!!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH-foot on the ropes. Jeremy Tucker: The O-Z and Indian Assassins looking on. Acres with a high angled DDT! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Andrew Fulton: Radu Matei with a foot on the ropes. Acres hoisting him up again, for a JUMPING SPIKED DDT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE-arm up! Jeremy Tucker: Acres lifting Matei up, placing him up on the top rope. We don't usually see Matei go up top. Andrew Fulton: For a reason! Most of his offence is big reversal moves, no one is stupid enough to get him up there! Don't fall for it Acres! Jeremy Tucker: ACRES UP TOP FOR A... SUPER DDT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Andrew Fulton: HE LET ACRES WIN!!!!!!!!!!Jeremy Tucker: No, Matei with a foot on the ropes. Andrew Fulton: God damn that was close. I thought that was it. Look at the jobbers on the entranceway, they all thought it was it! Jesus. You think they'd run the stage and interfere to win it for Acres? Jeremy Tucker: Their integrity, and respect for Matei, is too high for that. Its far more likely that Sainovic or Pesci interfere and get Radu disqualified to send them packing. Andrew Fulton: That would be sweet. Jeremy Tucker: Acres calling for another one, but Matei reaching out goes for a single leg takedown! Again going to technical wrestling out of friendship... "No."Andrew Fulton: Acres just kicked the arm away, but is shaking. "Just... no."Jeremy Tucker: Matei's right eye looks swollen off all those DDTs, but still finding a way to look up at Brian Acres. Brian Acres: Its. no. This sucks... but you're not making it better.Jeremy Tucker: Acres a class act to the end, looks like he's ready to throw up, but demanding that Radu Matei stops taking it easy on him. Andrew Fulton: Acres looks like he's ready to throw up? Check out Matei! The man looks like he's about to shoot old yeller. Radu Matei: I... its not worth- Brian Acres: DO IT!! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! *MASSIVE POP*Jeremy Tucker: RADU MATEI WITH A FOREARM SMASH THAT LOOKED LIKE IT DAMN NEAR BROKE ACRES JAW!!!!! THE CHAMP USING HIS ONE GOOD ARM TO HOOK THE LEGS! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *MEGA POP*DING! DING!! DING!!!!!!Jeremy Tucker: The applause from the crowd is more for Joe Pesci's comeuppance than the tragic fate that Zoran Sainovic has given to poor Brian Acres. A consummate professional, who always put entertaining matches while making his opponents look like gold. Andrew Fulton: Ha, Matei is shaking. Looks like he's ready to cry. Telling Acres how sorry he is, but that clown is too unconscious to hear. Rest of the job squad entering the ring to collect their fallen friend. Jeremy Tucker: Radu Matei looks eaten up by this match. SWAT has spent 2019 tearing down The Sacrificial Idol physically, but I think he was just done in mentally. I hate to think what this will do to him, going into the main event. Andrew Fulton: Too angry to think, I'd wager. You don't want to go into a match in a blind rage against a brain like Pesci. You act like a bull in a china shop? He's going to cattle prod the shit out of you. Jeremy Tucker: Radu Matei joining the Khans and O-Z in lifting Acres up. The unemployed single father slowly coming to. At Matei's insistence a small "ACRES" chant is going up in the crowd. Andrew Fulton: Won't be first guy on the chopping block tonight. Its new years. IF CSK is any indication, 2020 is going to see a lot of new faces in SWAT. Tonight is all about cutting loose weight. We start with Acres, but before the night is out, Joe Pesci is going to send Radu Matei out to pasture. Jeremy Tucker: How many cattle jokes did you prepare. Andrew Fulton: It's going to be a long night. [The camera pans over to Radu Matei looking like the guiltiest man on earth.] Radu Matei: Jo... Zoran... you're going to pay for this.[If his eye hadn't swollen shut, you're pretty sure you'd see tears.] |
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Post by eddied on Jan 6, 2020 6:04:24 GMT -5
(Two 30-something best wrestling buds Terry and Paul are chatting, fiddling with their backstage visitor fan passes, waiting for the meet and greet with some of their favourite SWAT wrestlers.)
Terry: I can’t wait to get back there and get some autographs and ask some questions.
Paul: You and your questions…
Terry: What’s that meant to mean?
Paul: Hey don’t get me wrong, I love it when you get all tongue-tied and blurt out something inappropriate about their first ever loss on TV… It’s hilarious and cringe worthy in equal measure.
Terry: And you never get nervous in front of your wrestling heroes Mr tough guy?!
Paul: We’re grown assed men, paid up guests of the show, surrounded by security, but in fairness I do get anxious and fan happy at times. The difference is I ask them about SWAT, I ask them about their next match, not their win-loss-ratio 3 feds ago.
Terry: You get what you want from sports entertainment and I’ll get what I want from it.
Paul: I’m only teasing dude… (Paul breaks a short awkward silence by holding up his program). Look at this card. Hell of a card we got this week.
Terry: Some great bouts to look forward to. There’s obviously the main event, but I am actually intrigued by one of the latest contracts signed. How the hell did they lure Eddie D from his semi-retirement?
Paul: Who?
Terry: Who?! What do you mean who? I remember you followed the indie scene. Wasn’t Tag Wrestling your favourite type of match when we were younger?
Paul: Well yeah, but I don’t remember…
Terry: You don’t remember The Good Guys!?
Paul: I think I recall The Good Guys. EIWF was it? They won everything for a while.
Terry: And in the IWA and the ICW. Those were some fun days; just when wrestling got its hook into me. Davie J and Eddie D and Hollywood Hogan equal what?
Paul: A wrestling know-all’s wet dream apparently….
Terry: No. You must remember The Crew!
Paul: Oh them….
Terry: “Oh Them…” Are you kidding? I think I saw a Crew sticker on one of your scrapbooks the other day when you were tidying up your garage. You liked them as much as I did back in the day.
Paul: Yeah that was about 20 years ago. Didn’t he end up running his own nightclub and getting a massive drink problem? I thought Eddie died of alcohol poisoning in the middle of an xWo ring a year ago?
Terry: It was the fed that died, not him. That was fake news.
Paul: Duh, well obviously, else the old bastard wouldn’t be stinking up the card today. SWAT is so much better than everything else out there, and nostalgia aside, SWAT is pretty much better than everything that went before as well.
Terry: I wouldn’t spend this money on tickets if I didn’t agree, but its Eddie bloody D. Just as The Crew turned heel and it became cool to be bad again, I was going through a rebellious phase at home as a kid. WCW - NWO, WWF - Attitude Era, EIWF- The Good Guys, The Crew. It all spelt great bad guys and fun storylines and swerves.
(The queue begins to move in front of them and they move closer to a media room at the back of the stadium. Eddie D barges his way through some disgruntled fans and begins to head past Terry and Paul. Paul appears to have changed his tune and drops the apathy)
Paul: Hey Eddie!! Good luck tonight big guy! The Good Guys rocked dude! The CREW is 4-Life!!
(The words seem to have struck a nerve with Eddie. His focus interrupted, Eddie stops abruptly and turns towards Terry and Paul.)
EDDIE: What’d you say PUNK!?!!
(Terry rocks back in genuine concern. Paul is about to plough on and repeat himself undaunted)
Terry (Whispers): Paul you idiot, Eddie got fired last year from the EIWF and well; The Crew haven’t done a lot to get him back on the show. He doesn’t actually want you to repeat what you said; he looks real angry….
Paul: I SAID The CREW is 4-Life!! You going deaf old man? Or have you forgot your own damned catchphrases? Alzheimer’s is a bitch ain’t she?
(Paul looks at Terry and nods for approval; proud on how brave he was being. Terry just looks back in horror. Eddie looms over the pair of them and security step back as Eddie gives the guards a withering stare. Paul takes a half step back now he realises the security aren’t between him and the colossal wrestler.)
EDDIE: What do you know about 4-Life?! You were a snot-nosed kid when you first heard that. I lived it. Don’t let me hear any more talk about the Crew or the EIWF out of you little man….
Paul: Before you cut off all ties to the past…. (Paul grabs Terry’s program. Terry is too star-struck to say anything) my friend here is a massive Good Guys fan and honestly gives a shit about your past, your present and your future. Would you just sign his program?
(Eddie offers a wry smile, seemingly taking a shine to just how bold Paul had been and snatches the program and pen from him. Eddie throws Terry a glance and looks confused at how awestruck and awkward he looks. Eddie talks as he scribbles.)
EDDIE: You ever call me old again and I’ll bury my gnarled timeworn fist into the back of your skull…. If your friend here ever gets his words back… Tell that motherfucker I appreciate him.
(Eddie throws the pen and program at Paul, pats him hard and scornfully on the head and walks off with fresh urgency, to ready himself for his match with Rajiv Khan. Terry finally gets his words back.)
Terry: What... wh-what did he just say?
Paul: He said that SWAT was his fresh start. I actually hope he does well. And something about fucking your mother….
(Scene ends.)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2020 11:37:31 GMT -5
Part 1 of this story how in and OOC HB was treated.
The Time has Arrived and has Come. The Death of a member of family becomes reality. Travis Daniels now is the return and time to see the new Hells Henry Brown Bouncer. But right now everyone will see the pain and hurt that my life has endured and the reasoning behind it.
( In Las Vegas Nevada, the state of the younger days of Henry Brown and the transition to Hells Bouncer begins here and the life that has become of him and all. as Henry Brown was dressed in school attire. Jeans and a basic white T shirt and was 3:30 in the afternoon. )
Powerhouse- So how was school little brother??
Henry- I don't care for school, I want to be what your going to be doing wrestling.
Powerhouse- Well then find a school who will do all this and get involved.
Henry- Maybe I will and be something.
( Hours Later at the Powerhouse household, where everyone in the living room. Powerhouse on his leather recliner and the rest of family sitting on the couch and Henry sitting on a kitchen chair. )
Powerhouse- Well family I have to tell you I am headed to tryout for wrestling and I will become a big star.
Dad- Yes son that the greatest and I am so happy for you. I wish your loser brother would do something. In fact no do not do nothing because you will never succeed at anything you will ever do Henry.
Henry- I can do anything I set my mind to do. I never played football or anything cause of you downgrading me and now you are doing it again. What is your issue??
Dad- You are just useless in my view.
( Later the next month Powerhouse leaves for wrestling school and tells Henry to do whatever he can to make it and he would be there for him. During the months Henry has been through hell in any situations living with his dad and mom, treating him like he is nothing in the world, until the day he moved out. )
Dad- henry I see your leaving are you actually going to do something for once in your life. Which I see you won't.
Henry- Dad buzz off leave me alone. Powerhouse is looking out for me. So I am tired of you and such so here is my moving out gift for you.
( kicks his dad in the gut and Powerbombs him through a wooden table in the dining room area. )
Henry- Good bye. ( takes his suitcase and leaves the property )
( After Powerhouse pays Henry for a permanent hotel to live in, Henry sits and wonders why no one cares so he does a video to send in to wrestling companies and as he does that, he sits back and just waits day by day, week by week, month by month hoping something would come through. 3 months went down and he got a call to tryout for a match for a company called WCE Wrestling. And as Henry makes his new name Hells Bouncer and tells Powerhouse as Powerhouse will be there to see his first show. And still his dad is not impressed and said he will fail as quick as he started and got accepted. )
6 Months later he had his first match after the training and working out and had his first match and though was defeated he went to the locker room awaiting his brother Powerhouse.
HB- Hey Powerhouse why did you bring dad here he has never cared and I know he is going to rub it in my face,
Dad- You damn straight I am and your worthless and have not succeeded still to this day.
Powerhouse- Dad why are you acting this way to him?
Dad- He has never made nothing for himself he has to follow your shadow to make it anywhere.
HB- You will see I will become history in this company something I do not see you doing dad and if your not out of here, I will put you through another table for sure.
Powerhouse- Good Luck in WCE brother and I will see you soon.
( As they left the locker room, HB felt a depression going over him but during the next few months he had many losses in the company starting out at 0-5 before winning his first match and then down the road to winning the WCE World Title Briefcase that he cashed in 3 weeks later and becoming the World Champion for the first time. But the words from his dad still haunting and messing with the mind of HB and 6 more weeks later HB loses the Championship in a ladder match that was a classic. Then HB went on a downhill spiral as WCE changed name to CWE before going out of business by end of the year and how was HB going to live without pay. During time off Powerhouse after doing it all retired from in ring competition )
HB- I know what I am going to do. ( calls Powerhouse and as he answers. )
Powerhouse- Hey there HB whats going on?
HB- I been accepted for new company been around a while known as SWAT Wrestling, look into come along.
Powerhouse- I will watch it and see how you do. Keep an eye on you.
HB- Taker care.
( Phone hangs up, HB signs contract enters the World of SWAT. During the early beginning he had some wins, more losses but started to make mid card to HardKore title in which he won and survived a while with. Upon losing the title and his road a man known as Brian Miles tried to screw the company then HB was thinking this is my shot, he came out destroyed Miles and became World Champion which vacated due to injury thanks to KGB, then Powerhouse came to the company to help his brother on and off. )
And to this day these two was a team and in 6 man matches. Did not win Tag Titles, So depression started back on HB to the point of a past speaking to him saying he needs to fully do what he has to and make everything right. Turn back with us. And now we go to the boiler room where he did lose his last match befotre taking off time.
( HB in boiler room in his red and black gear. Calling out the voice and the voice shows his appearencein a dark black robe only HB can see his face. )
HB- Not you, I can't I cant with you.
Voice- You want the World Title, you want back your status with SWAT. Meet me in Hell, Meet me in that room and bring me a sacrifice of your choosing.
HB- Fine, I know the ultimate sacrifice I will give you. I will see you in that room.
( So Hb leaves the boiler room, and he saw Powerhouse coming down the hall. As the voice gave a lead pipe to HB to put out the ultimate sacrifice and as Powerhouse walks by the boiler room. HB darts to Powerhouse and bashes his own brother in the head multiple times with lead pipe. And lifts up Powerhouse over his shoulders to the pit of hell, brimstone, and fire. )
Part 1 is concluded as I am doing Part 2 now the rest of story.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2020 12:04:19 GMT -5
Part 2: The Sacrifice of HB, selling out and sacrificing his brother.
( Now as they entered HB's throne the Pit of Hell as he has been known as the earl of Hell. He has tied Powerhouse to a large table and he was able to find his dad and stuffed him to the corner of the room as well. flames shooting around the room and pit of hell and the robed guy the voice arrives in the room of death. )
Voice- Wow there HB, you went all out on a sacrifice. Your own brother the man who only cared or did he? And your dad I see laid out you really want to bring yourself back
HB- I laid his ass out my dad hated me. Powerhouse gave me pity, and im stronger than that and SWAT will know im the most brutal and non caring son of a bitch in the company. Now its time voice for the sacrifice.
Voice- Before that help me put your dad on the table. I see enough room for them both to sacrifice.
( so as Voice and HB tie his dad to the table HB takes his lead pipe and cracks his dad one time in the head to keep him unaware of the Sacrifice. )
Voice- Now we are ready. Thank you HB for carrying out this job of a sacrifice as this is going to be the end of both men, as we will put a dagger through both their hearts until they are no longer breathing. This is first step of the sacrifice. The final step of the sacrifice we lower the 4 walls and they burn and they become ashed completing the Sacrifice. Are you ok with this HB?
HB- ( Looking at Powerhouse awaking from being attacked ) And HB apologizes to Powerhouse. HB says yes lets get the sacrifice on.
Voice- I have sedated them while you had a minute to think. And now we lower the tool of death which is a dagger pressed up against the chest where when inserted will go through the hearts and when they go limp they will be known as Dead and then the fire and Pit of Hell will burn them to ashes.
HB- I hereby tell you Powerhouse and you Dad its your time to perish and burn and hurt for all that has been done to me and time now to end the career and life that is Powerhouse. The name everyone won't remember because the name they will know is me Hells Henry Brown Bouncer. And now I will push the button since being my sacrifice I must do the job and make the Devil that I signed my soul to worthy of being aligned with him. So now the dagger will press and destroy you till death. As my last words I am sorry Powerhouse and dad burn bitch burn. No more abuse will be done by you ever.
Voice- Great speech there now we do this. For your dad so Powerhouse sees. Press the red button.
( As HB presses the first red button and screams coming from his dad as the dagger pierces his chest. )
HB- Screw this I don't want suffering. ( HB walks to his dad. takes dagger off hook and stabs him repeatedly till he is no longer moving and has passed )
Voice- Good Job HB, as Voice checks for a pulse. Well, you waited for this day it seems forever because your dad is no longer has a pulse and is DEAD. Sacrifice 1 in the books.
HB- Good the old bastard don't need to live.
Voice- Now Sacrifice 2. Lets make this happen.
( As HB walks to Powerhouse and the red button. )
HB- Good Bye brother. ( takes Dagger off that hook. Stabs Powerhouse about 6 or 7 times till Powerhouse looks at HB and closes his eyes and he dies. )
Voice- Well Well, there HB. ( checks Poweerhouse's Pulse. ) No Pulse Sacrifice 2 in the books. And HB since you done very well if anytime we need sacrifice's please bring someone to be the next sacrifice. Maybe some wrestling stars who need to die anything.
HB- I can bring you plenty.
Voice- Final part of this sacrifice is to please enter this room, as I will join you and watch the burning of ashes to Powerhouse and your dad.
( so they enter the room and the sides drop and the fire goes a blaze as HB is standing there watching his brother and his dad burn to ashes. )
Voice- You will get all you want and more. When I call for you please come to me. More messages will follow and will see you soon there my friend. As you look and see the 2 have now been brought to ashes. How are you feeling??
HB- I feel like a ton of depression has been lifted. And I am headed off, I have a return match coming against Travis Daniels. And I will be looking to destroy him in every way possible. Thank You and selling myself to the devil is not as bad as people say.
HB- Now SWAT I am back and im not going to be bullied no more and is time to show why I am ruthless and uncaring. That is right I am back and ready to take out anyone I see fit and work my way back to being the best.
( So Part 2 ends as both Powerhouse and his dad has perished from the acts of the Devil in black robe and HB. What will happen now in SWAT, what lengths will HB go to win now. )
OOC- My life I was bullied but not mainly by family from school kids and such and I wanted to do a story and hope everyone enjoys.
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Post by King Syberus on Jan 6, 2020 19:15:45 GMT -5
[“Growing on Me” by the Darkness kicks into play and the crowd bustle with the unfamiliar sound. After the opening lyrics start up, an enormous “110%” fills the screen and the crowd pop huge. No need to make the narrative text any bigger, suffice to say it's the biggest pop of the night so far.] Jeremy Tucker: Well I wonder who this is? Andrew Fulton: 110% Syberus with the 67th entrance theme of his career. [110% pushes through the curtain and the crowd reach their feet. Hugely over excessive strobe lighting accompanies his walk down the ramp. Syberus wears a new t-shirt which just has multi coloured percent signs all over it, 110 to be exact, were you to count them.] Jeremy Tucker: Syberus beat “Timeless” Alex Turner in a brutal cage match that spanned almost 45 minutes at the Best Show That SWAT Has Done So Far. In the process taking the SWAT Hardcore Championship. Andrew Fulton: Which he promptly renamed, so we're told. [Syberus steps through the ropes and hops up on a turnbuckle soaking in his new music and the reaction from the crowd. He hops down and takes up a microphone as the music dies down, walking over to a covered pedestal in the centre of the ring.] 110% Syberus: Alex Turner, you gave me everything you had to give. I'll admit; you were better than I thought you'd be. But in the end, percents tell. Percents tell. It's been months now since my controversial loss to Radu Matei. But that loss was the wakeup call I needed. I can now proudly say I'm 110% Syberus. Now to standard humans out on the street that sentence means absolutely nothing. Hell it's not even a name, it's a numerical impossibility infront of a made up word. But I think it's safe to say that each and every one of these fans here knows exactly what it means. Alex Turner sure as hell knows now. You all know what 110% Syberus is about. 45 minutes. For 45 minutes I educated “Timeless” Alex Turner inside that steel cage. He looked into the eyes of an actual legendary wrestler and you know what he said to me? You know what Alex Turner said to me in that ring? He said “you were right.” “110% Syberus, you were right.” … At least I'm guessing that's what he said, I was too busy Pure Confidencing his head into the middle of the earth to listen. That brings us onto the matter at hand. [Syberus points over to the pedestal.] 110% Syberus: Tradition. Legacy. Lineage. When you come from the wrestling stock that 110% Syberus comes from, these words mean something. Hardcore wrestling will never truly die. It will never die! [Pockets of “You're Hardkore!” “You're Hardkore!” break out from some audibly older fans in the audience. Syberus chuckles and nods.] 110% Syberus: But for a real Hardcore division you need more than 110% Syberus. You need Kilroy Evans! You need Lucifer Jones! You need DEATH GOJIRA!! You sure as hell need more than the miserable piss ant I caved in last week in a steel cage who tried to rename the belt the “Technical Championship”. [The crowd boo, fuck Alex Turner.] 110% Syberus: You people know where I've come from. You know the canvas I've trodden on. You know the names mine has been against on wrestling cards for over 15 years. No matter what I've done throughout that time one rule has always stayed true – RESPECT THE GOLD. So we don't rechristen the Hardcore Championship here in SWAT lightly tonight. We do so with respect to every wrestler that's ever bashed their skulls on concrete floors, ripped their flesh with barbed wire ropes, riddled their backs with thumb tacks and crashed through table frames, all in pursuit of that hallowed belt. The time may come when Hardcore wrestling is brought to the fore again. But tonight we usher in a new era. As we rename this title the SWAT International Championship. [Syberus pulls off the silk cover to reveal the shimmering new SWAT International title belt. The crowd applaud and Syberus tosses the cover out of the ring.]  110% Syberus: And tonight, and New Years Nightmare, what better way to kick off this new era than defending the title, against two veritable wrestling superstars. The KGB think they've pulled one over on the Society of the New Breed by forcing us to wrestle tonight... [Syberus picks up the new SWAT International title belt and slings it over his shoulder. He looks down and grins at the first championship he has worn in 10 years.] Syberus: Don't fret precious, I'm here. … Anyway the KGB think they can tear the Society of the New Breed apart from the inside. Nothing can be further from the truth. Nothing is going to take this championship away from me tonight but that doesn't mean the Society won't be stronger than ever afterward. 110% Syberus is the highest percenter in the whole of Syndicate Wrestling and Tradition. So not only am I fresh of an awesome cage match win against Alex Turner, not only am I defending my maiden title against two of my super-stable-wrestling-legend-friends here tonight on Pay Per View... But Radu Matei. Don't think I don't have a few perecents left for you. [He drops the mic and “Growing On Me” plays in again. Syberus holds the belt in the air for all to see and the area fills with flashes.] |
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Post by thecomedian on Jan 6, 2020 23:16:14 GMT -5
[We fade in to Rally Jackson entering the arena. The crowd erupts in the background as he is a familiar face. A former wrestling great, but a little more familiar with the crowd as he has recently been in the media over #metoo allegations. Rally looks much older than when he wrestled almost a decade ago and has since let himself go a little bit.]
Rally Jackson: So I guess we're doing this now?
::cameraman nods::
Y'know, the thing we all have to do once or twice a show?
::cameraman continues to nod::
I'm talking about cutting a promo? We're doing it now?
::continues nodding::
The thing where I talk about my opponent?
"Yes, Rally yes."
Rally Jackson: Ok 3... 2... 1... and roll.
Well it's been a few years and I honestly thought I would never be doing this again. But the fact is, I'm broke. I spent eighteen years paying some prostitute child support and I have almost nothing left. And on top of that I've had to spent a small fortune on that shitbag lawyer just because one of my employees claimed I.....
[Rally pauses for a long time.]
Rally Jackson: Legally I am not allowed to discuss that. But the point is I needed the money so now I'm back to collect a paycheck. I have nothing to prove, I've long proved to be the best several times over, I really just need the cash. And you better believe I stuck it to <insert the name of whoever the fuck the in character owner is> for my contract. I'm getting a lot of money to compete in this shithole, win or lose. I mean, a lot. I heard these assholes had to take out a loan from the bank just to pay me to phone it in.
But who cares? Wrestling sucks, nobody watches this garbage anymore. The name of the game is to find the money mark and suck him for all he's worth and I have. They used to call me Tigerheart, then Action, then Jacare, but oh no. I AM THE GOLDEN GOD. Why? WHY? Because I am omnipotent and I shit gold that's why.
Now my first opponent is Benjamin Button. Seriously? Who the fuck comes up with these names? What am I fighting a bad Brad Pitt movie? Is his tag team partner Joe Black?
::takes off his sunglasses, he was wearing sunglasses::
I've made a lot of mistakes in my past. I spent a lot of money having sex with prostitutes and yes, a few of them popped out kids. Well I learned my lesson. I don't fuck hookers anymore. I just have them shit on me now.
And baby, I took this match tonight, because I still have to pay one of them.
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Post by eddied on Jan 7, 2020 7:13:15 GMT -5
 ( Cave by Muse hits over the PA system. Eddie D. Eddie steps out from the backstage stretching out his shoulder muscles and starts to pace slowly down the ramp. He takes a big sweeping look around the crowd and shakes his head in disdain and disapproval at their mixed reception of him. Eddie is wearing a long black duster jacket and has a baseball bat resting on his shoulder. A black and white montage video plays on the screens of him weight training and hitting his favourite moves on people, flashing up in negative to the beat of the music as he walks down to ringside. Eddie reaches the top of the ring steps and holds his hands open for applause and gets a mixed reaction. Eddie snatches a mic. from a young sound guy waiting for him and looks out to the crowd.) ![]() EDDIE: What can I say?! You know how to make a new face feel welcome North Carolina. Your slow hand clap of a welcome won’t go un-noted you ugly bastards. Regardless of your apathy, God damn it is good to be back on the East Coast, just a shame it had to be this far south. North Carolina the Tar Heel State? Proud of making sticky wooden floors? Well true to your proud tradition I’ll be wiping my feet as I step out of this stadium tonight because this place and this state is a filthy mess. (The crowd boo)EDDIE: Hey, pantomime season is over folks; no one asked you to boo, get over yourselves. A new face wouldn’t always even get some face time like this, so thanks to the boss for having me. I know the folks here and at home don’t know what it took to get an ex-champion of my calibre to come here. If they did perhaps they’d be a bit more civil and appreciative. I spent most of my career in one federation, so stretching my limbs and stepping out into new pastures is new for me. I’ll admit that I considered resting on my laurels and taking my fist full of Tag Titles and a short World Title run as career enough. Then I got the financial offer I wanted and came to the bright lights and stiff competition of SWAT with new energy and commitment to training. I have had a look around and kept my ears open and I don’t see why these smelly fans are so proud of the place. Any trepidation I felt about fighting in a new Fed has withered and died already. You got belt holders with proof of their innumeracy on their shirt. Only pencil necked middle management lackeys, motivational speaker con men or jumped up personal trainers talk about 110%. You have bed wetting bully victims setting fire to people and syphilitic whore fucking clowns and you don’t have the good sense to applaud a specimen like me? You need to take a long hard look at yourselves North Carolina and give a Good Guy the respect he deserves. (Eddie opens his arms for more applause and just gets boos.)EDDIE: Fair enough Greensboro. I guess it will take more than good looks, home truths and just turning up to get this crowd on side. Actions speak louder than words. So sadly Rajiv Khan, you will have to be the example that sets the tone; the sacrificial lamb on the altar of the sceptical fuckers in the pews of this house of pain. It won’t be personal Rajiv and it won’t be racial Rajiv, but it certainly will be brutal and final and painful. I look like a thug, a huge bicep-ed thug with manly facial hair, but a thug none the less. I act like a thug, a thug with 20 years ring experience and deceptively quick grappling hands, but a thug none the less. No doubt some of you in the back think that I have the blunt intelligence of a thug too and that, sadly for you, definitely aint so. I was a tag wrestler for a lot of years and enforcer for an envied and hated stable. So there ain’t nothing I don’t know about bushwhacking, double crosses, dirty tricks and underhandedness that any one on this roster can try and teach me. This Louisville Slugger insurance policy (Eddie kisses his trusty baseball bat) should keep the less determined of you in the backstage, out of my business where you belong. The more determined of you will have to learn the hard way. SWAT fans, Greensboro North Carolina, my time is nigh. I may be in the Autumn of my career, but I have a lot of pain to inflict and hopefully some gold to collect before my time is done. Rajiv Khan?! BRING… IT… ON! (Cave by Muse hits over the PA system. Eddie throws the mic. through the ropes at the commentary table and steps through the ropes and dismounts the apron in a seasoned manner and heads up the aisle. One kid offers his hand out and Eddie slaps it and winks favourably at the kid. Near the top of the ramp a kid holding a Rajiv Khan poster cries out loud as Eddie grabs the poster, blows his nose on it and hands it back. Security holds back an angry parent as Eddie laughs and goads them before heading into the backstage chuckling.) |
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Post by 𝓓𝓾𝓴𝓮 𝓚𝓸𝓼𝓵𝓸𝓯𝓯 on Jan 7, 2020 14:33:33 GMT -5
Throne Room, Kosloff Castle
Celestial Island, Asylum Islands
A storm can be seen coming in from the north as the clouds roll in quicker than the rain and lightning itself, the crashing waves can be heard all throughout the region of Asylum Islands. Duke Kosloff sits alone upon his throne in an empty castle, staring into the recording video camera as he prepares to send a message to his upcoming opponent Trent Jones better known to the world as "Mr. Bones" at SWAT's New Year's Nightmare pay per view.
The only light in the throne room is the lines of candles along the castle walls and the single red light on top of the video camera. A goblet of Premier Russian Vodka personally flown into him from Moscow sits beside him, he takes a long drink as he clears his throat before placing the goblet back down. A crash of thunder can be heard as if it's right outside the throne room balcony. He looks into the camera as he begins to speak.
"The Russian Nightmare"
Thunder, lightning and a hailstorm are what sets the mood for a great story, and the key ingredient for a nightmare. SWAT, allow me to really introduce myself. The world has known me by many names "The Soviet Monster", The Soviet Inferno", "The Natural Born Killer, "The Soviet Destroyer" but most recently and more accurate for what I have always been "The Russian Nightmare". You see, I am all of these things and soon everyone in SWAT will find out exactly what that means.
But for tonight and for New Years Nightmare it will be Trent Jones who will never forget. Let me explain what I have dreamed of what you all will experience. My dream went like this...
Duke begins to describe his dream vividly as if it was happening that very moment...
He pauses for a moment taking another drink from the goblet.
"The Russian Nightmare"
It was at that moment I woke up from my dream, most people would call this a nightmare. You see, Trent Jones, this dream of mine will become your nightmare! People call you "Mr. Bones" but soon you will be known for the many broken bones that will be sticking out from your limp, bloody carcass.
"The Russian Nightmare" slowly begins to laugh among himself as the storm hits the Islands, he can hear the hail and rain beating against the castle walls. The wind blows wild and freely throughout the throne room as Duke laughs a rather loud, insane laugh almost psychotic laugh.
"The Russian Nightmare"
Jones, you will know what the pain of a real nightmare is, you will see why I am a former AXW Undisputed champion, why I am the only AIW Asylum Islands champion and why I take gold everywhere I go and why I rule this Island by myself. I need no one, I need nothing and I take exactly what I want and at New Years Nightmare I will take the victory from you as I leave you blood, beaten and remembering exactly why they call me "The Russian Nightmare"...
At that moment the camera shuts off as Duke leans back in his throne listening and enjoying the thunderstorm...
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Post by Trent Jones MR Bones. on Jan 7, 2020 18:02:51 GMT -5
“Just because you have a black robe and a wooden hammer you think you are the boss… I am Trent Jones Bitch”
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The Courthouse
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The bailiff stands up, “All Rise for the honorable Judge Mathews”.
The judge walks in as you can see Trent Jones standing with his lawyer Alex Stone. Alex is dressed up and well Trent is dressed. His dress pants have more wrinkles than an old dudes nut sack. His dress shirt is untucked in the front. The tie he is wearing looks like shit and his motorcycle gang vest is on. Alex had begged him to take it off, but Trent refused. It comes off for matches, showers, and sex. He did make the comment earlier that it was close to sex because he was going to get fucked. But not close enough.
“We are here today in the case of Trent Jones vs.The State. Trent Jones a riot broke out at this strip club where you and your former gang…”
Trent Jones wasn’t going to let him say Former, “We still around we still ride”. Alex jabbed Trent Jones in the rip and whispered shut up.
“Well thank you for letting us still know your active gang member…”
Again Trent Jones needed to correct the honorable judge, “I am not a member I am the Grand Master of the Graveyard Ryders!” At this point, Alex tries to cover his client and former friend’s mouth.
Alex leans over, “Dude why dont you just ask for the maximum time and throw your life away while you’re at it. Shut up and let me do my job.”
“This is all very interesting and I am sure the prosecution is glad to hear that you are still an active gange and that you have taken over the Graveyard Ryders. Today we are here to enter your plea, I am assuming your lawyer has gone over the charges and the option you have is this correct?”
Alex Stone stands up, “Your Honor my client and I have reviewed the charges that this fine state have brought up against Trent Jones. Today my Client would like to enter a plea of Temporarily insanity and would like to be given an opportunity to continue his mental health healing and focus on becoming a stand-up gentleman.”
The judge looks at Trent Jones and then over at the prosecutor, “So you want the court to accept that your client didn’t know what was going on at the time he destroyed the strip club?” The judge looks back over and Trent Jones and Alex Smith.
“Your honor Trent Jones has been diagnosed with a split personality disorder, Bipolar, Schizophrenia and needs to continue to be treated. My client is holding a job, taking his medication, and undergoing treatment. At this time he is working to become a rolemodel to the youth through pro sports. He wants to make the world a better place. Sending him to sit in a prison for the next few years or longer does nothing to help Trent Jones. My client will continue to seek medical attention and will become a positive contributor to the State, Country and beyond.” Trent Jones goes to speak and Alex covers his mouth, “At the time of the fight break out Trent Jones believed his life was in danger and he did all that he could to keep himself safe.”
The Judge turns to lawyers on the stateside, “Your Honor if we are to believe all that Mr. Stone has spoken about his client we ask that the state steps in and that we enroll Trent Jones into a halfway house here and that we allow him to continue his work as a professional wrestler so that he can pay back the damages he caused. Trent Jones would be required to see the Doctor and take all medications as prescribed and while in treatment all Alcohol and non prescribed medications need to be banned. The state will test Trent Jones monthly and at random to make sure he is following this court order. If we can all agree to this the State is willing to go along with it.”
The Judge looks at Alex Stone, “That seems more than fair I am sure you Alex Stone will want to review this with your client. Let’s take a 15-minute recess and then we can figure out if we are going forward with this plan or a trial.”
Alex Smith and Trent Jones walked into a private room and they had a conversation. The camera crew was not allowed in the room. You could hear Trent jones getting very angry as he sits in the room. He didn’t want to live in no halfway house and he didn’t want to step down as the leader of the Graveyard Ryders. He had so much going on and finally a chance to prove to the XHF network that he was a better Wrestler then Duke Kosloff.
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Halfway House
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Trent Jones sat in his room at the halfway house and he was not thrilled to be in this home. He sat on the bed with his Jeans and a white T-shirt that read Killin It on the front of it. His vest was sitting on the desk in the small room. Alex Ston had asked him to stop wearing it all the time. Trent Jones understood that this was better than prison but not much better. He knew he had to focus on this match and actually take the medication. He hated the pills they tasted bad and they made things less fun. Chair-E stopped talking to him when he took the pills he had figured she was angry with him for taking his meds. He wanted to Drink and that was now gone as well. Trent was bored he wanted to reach out to Molly but now that he was here he knew that was over.
He was spending time in his room away from the others that lived in this home. He didn’t want to be their friends and he was sure they didn’t want to be his. Trent had time to kill before his first appointment with the new doctor.
“Fucking stupid sitting in this home pretending I need to be here… This place is fake as fuck, almost as fake as Duke Kosloff. That dude is such a pile of shit. He thinks he is some great god but really he was just a pawn. I watched some footage and I saw how Crazy J made the road for Duke so easy in AIW. How the hell are you going to be some giant Russian Monster when you was just Crazy J little bitch to use. He drugged your ass like a whore and made you think you were not hurt, and that you needed him to stay alive. You are like every woman who stays in an abusive relationship. Then when the place closes down you stay in the castle that your abuser gave to you. You were not good enough to win anything on your own. And you are not good enough to win here in SWAT because a real man a real monster is here. His name is Not Duke… It is Trent Jones… MR. BONES!”
Trent slowly gets off the bed and creeps down the hallway needing to grab some food. A man is sitting at a table staring at his plate. “So how does food work in this place?” The other man just looks down at the empty plate. “Did you hear me fucker, or are you just that {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore}?”
The man does not move his head but finally speaks, “Food is needed to stay alive, those that have plenty eat and waste it and those that are hungry crave for it.” the man continues to look down.
“Well damn that was some great scholarly deep shit right their… well fuck me I had no idea that people who are hungry crave it. Plus those that have too much food dont use it all. Fuck, wow, mind blown, thank you captain obvious.” Trent was frustrated as he continues to wait for an answer.
“You must be on the hungry side of life, you want what you dont have and you are just waiting for someone to give it to you” the man still is looking down.
“I am not waiting for shit, I am a man that goes and gets what he wants. I am the leader of my Gang, I am the future champion of SWAT and in just a few days I will be taking down Duke Kosloff. I wanted to know if they provide food or if we are on our own food. It was a simple question, but now that I know how stupid you are I will ask someone else.” Trent is frustrated and just walks out of the room. He opens the front door and walks to the store across the street.
The store is one of those 2 pump gas stations with groceries inside that are way overpriced. Trent walks past the cooler and looks at the beer inside. Instead, he reaches and grabs a monster and walks towards the counter. He grabs a beef jerky stick and a candy bar. He drops them on the counter and pays cash for it. He takes the bag and he steps outside.
“Trent Jones Mr Bones vs. Duke Kosloff Island bitch boy. What does the XHF see in this guy? I mean seriously this guy is like a cockroach he just survives shit hole after shit hole. He was gifted title shots and yet he still could not sell AIW to the world. People wanted to watch duke drop the belt. I wish I had known about AIW when it was running I would have joined and I would have taken that belt from him. He would have no longer been the hand-picked warrior of one of the 3 owners. Duke this match is the biggest match of your life. It is the moment you realize that you are nothing more than a network whore jumping from dick to dick. This victory will put Trent Jones on the map and the network will have to value me.” Trent opens the beef jerky and takes a bite as he crosses the street on the way back to his halfway home.
Trent walks in the house and the staff is working on food. The man is still sitting waiting for food as a heavy set male is cutting vegetables for food and another man is working on something in a large pan. Trent walks in and looks in the pan and shakes his head as he walks out of the room. He opens his room door and he steps back in. He cracks his monster can open and sips from the can. Wishing it was beer, “Duke I dont want to make you look like too much of a bitch before I slaughter your Russian ass in the ring. Dont get that twisted i am going to destroy you and make you look like a bitch but I also need to sell that this was a big win for Trent Jones.” Trent drinks another sip as he looks at his vest. “I promise you we will RYDE again… the Ryders are still alive.” Trent picks up his vest and puts it on.
Trent walked down the hall to the common area where tv and some couches filled the room. Trent turns on the tv and sees a news clip about him. He just turns the channel and keeps flipping tell he comes across reruns of Everbody loves Raymond. “Duke currently you are loved in this network of wrestling companies and I dont get it. Just like I never got why anyone liked this stupid ass TV show. But what I think is everyone sees how desperate you are to be liked. You have to feel needed and wanted and when you dont get that your world crumbles. You sit in a thrown of skulls but really it’s your closet that full of dead dreams that says the most about you. You promised to be the best tag team back in the day and that dream was shattered by two guys in face paint. You lost to the best example off what is wrong with society today.” He shuts the tv off and walks over to a table with puzzles started on it. He shakes his head as he looks down at the table.
“Duke I have to beat your ass to keep that paper trail coming in. Next week I have to go to court for a case where a stripper is going after me for lost wages because the whore almost died in the so-called riot we started. You see beating you is a step towards getting my shot at the SWAT title and that means more paper.” Trent takes a couple of the pieces of the puzzle off of the table and puts them in his pocket. He didn’t care who was doing the puzzle he was just glad he got to fuck things up for someone else. “Duke this is your first big shot in SWAT at someone with talent. But you see just like these fucking puzzles you are missing pieces also known as Tallent to get the job done. Sit on the skulls of thrones but sit on a chair of false hope that you had this chance to win.”
Trent Jones walks back down to the kitchen and sees food is ready if you can call it food. Trent eats the food knowing he has an appointment in just over an hour with Doctor Save The World. Trent didn’t want to go to it but he also didn’t want to spend the new few years listing to men being stabbed with prison knives and other items. He didn’t want to listen to men scream out please stop.
A picture of Trent Jones’s face shows on the screen.
“I received word that this match is going to be a Dumpster match… Finally, I will get to take the fucking trash out… that trash is Duke Kosloff. Duke you truly are going to be exposed by the better man. This may not be the most talked-about match right now but it will be the most talked-about match at the end of the night. I told the world I was here to take the TRASH out of SWAT. You were signed to SWAT and I knew that moment I had to be the one to take you out. The champ has changed but the goal remains. You’re looking at the future of SWAT and the future starts now. This is the time of Trent Jones Mr. Bones. The garbage truck is pulling into the arena and Trent Jones is going to smash Duke Kosloff and end the Russian bitch for good”
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Post by SWAT Team on Jan 8, 2020 1:37:52 GMT -5
We see in the underground parking lot of the Greensboro Colosseum a huge grey Elephant, he looks distressed and we can immediately see why with three yellow shirted security guards trying to usher him off and his owners and friends the Indian Assassins, Rajiv and Mohammad Khan arguing with them. Mohammad speaks with a English Indian Accent, like the terrorists from 24, Rajiv is much more heavy Indian.
Rajiv Khan : You listen to me security and you listen good. Sabu is a part of our entrance, we ride him to the ring all over the world, apart from some smaller locations where it is not animal friendly.
Mohammad : (interrupting) Do you want it to be known that the Greensboro Coliseum is not animal friendly?
Rajiv Khan : Make way. We have a big match coming against some debutant Eddie D.
Mohammad : These Americans take the cake, what now, don’t even have a full last name? Just the D?
Rajiv Khan : His mother liked it that way.
Mohammad : What way? With only one letter for a surname?
Rajiv Khan : Yeah, the D.
The security look baffled, no idea what they are saying and a SWAT road agent walks by seeing the commotion, he resembles James Fierce in a suit. Fierce moves over and sorts out the problem instantly, setting the security straight, we can not hear the conversation, but Rajiv and Mohammad are smiling brightly as security exits and they head Sabu towards the Gorilla position, maybe we can rename it the elephant position.
Mohammad : Thanks you so much Mr Fierce. A thousand gratitudes to you.
Fierce waves them off dismissively, not even turning his head back as he walks out of shot.
Rajiv Khan : It is a thousand apologies Mohammad, not Gratitudes, you truley are a stereo type.
Mohammad : Me a stereo type? You drive a Cab for Petes sake.
Rajiv Khan : Who is Pete?
Mohammad : I do not know, it is a saying i have picked up over here.
Rajiv Khan : I thought it may have been a SWAT related reference and somehow tie in with Eddie.
Mohammad : You can tie your own SWAT references into your own promotional. I am about done with SWAT, i came here to move us into the tag team ranks and of late all you are doing is taking singles matches to lie down for another three count.
Rajiv Khan : That is all about to change my cousin, right here, on Pay Per View Television, when i defeat the newcomer Eddie D and send him packing back to whatever hole he crawled out of.
Rajiv pays the trunk of Sabu fondly, then motions for them to continue towards the entrance as we fade.
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Post by Soutter on Jan 8, 2020 3:51:08 GMT -5
The SWAT ‘Tron lights up and we see a studio, with Jeremy Tucker wearing a SWAT polo and seated in a computer chair.
Jeremy Tucker : Hello SWAT. This is Jeremy Tucker, and yes, i am also sitting down there by the ring, but we are about to conduct a SWAT first here, and we are going behind the curtain, with the first ever “You Shoot” interview, and joining me for this interview, the one and only, Mad Dog Paul Soutter. Welcome Mr Soutter, and thanks for agreeing to break new ground with me here and go where no one else has gone before.
Paul Soutter : One small step for SWAT, one GIANT step for EFeds. (Soutter mocks, he is also seated on a computer chair in the studio wearing a SWAT t Shirt)
Jeremy Tucker : Well ...
Paul Soutter : Sorry Jerry. Really, it is I who should be thanking YOU for giving me this time to set the fans straight.
Jeremy Tucker : Ok then, lets get right down to it. SWAT is in the middle of a big popularity surge, you must be happy with this?
Paul Soutter : I am thrilled Jerry. It makes all the hard work and long hours and dealing with the head aches and bull shit all worth it.
Jeremy Tucker : Is there much of that? Bullshit and head aches?
Paul Soutter : Not so much, not any more. The troubles come and go, much like the popularity of the game. I am a lot older and wiser now, a LOT older (jokes Soutter). I have realised, you can’t keep everyone happy, and i have also realised, some people, they will NEVER be happy.
Jeremy Tucker : What happens when that happens?
Paul Soutter : Well, you just give them opportunity, and then, the rest is up to them, it’s all their hands, they can work hard and prosper, or they can whinge and moan and cry. Trust me, the later doesn’t get you anywhere.
Jeremy Tucker : What if they have a valid point though. You can’t always be right.
Paul Soutter : For some Jerry, that wouldn’t matter. I am just like them, i can only do the best i can do, the members from there, can make their own minds up, it’s all about trust, either, they trust me and work together and we all have fun, or, they lock horns and take you on at every turn. Them dudes, trust me, they don’t last, you got to let them go, another thing i have learned is if you try and keep them happy and cater to them and change shit up, then, they will just find something else to cry about and leave anyway.
Jeremy Tucker : Trust, that’s the key by the sounds of it.
Paul Soutter : You know right here at SWAT at this moment in time, we currently have, no less than eleven fed heads, on the books, working for SWAT. Current or past, and not them dime a dozen open a fed and never have a show Benny Bam turkeys, these are seasoned professionals who know how the game works, and ‘get it’.
Jeremy Tucker : You have just won feud of the year with Frostbite, tell me about that, and working with him, there was some serious heat initially.
Paul Soutter : There was, he is a very talented wrestler, i think he was hanging out with the wrong people and got lazy, and they all accept that laziness over in that circle, they make excuses for each other and he just made a mistake. I gave it to him for that, and he resented me doing so, but i am sure he can now see where i was coming from, and he worked just as hard as i did for that feud of the year we had, credit to him for that.
Jeremy Tucker : Trust, as you said, he defeated you though, got the final win, how does that sit with you.
Paul Soutter : He earned it. You know, it’s hard in my position, you are really in a no win spot, you can’t win every match or else you will alienate the members and lose their trust, and on the other hand, you can’t lose every match or else them wins on you, they don’t mean anything. In a perfect world, i would like to not even be on the roster, but i needed to be for activity, to keep the show going and active and flowing, now, we are getting to the point that i wont have to be at all, and that will be a great day for me.
Jeremy Tucker : You won’t miss it, getting in the ring?
Paul Soutter : I can still do that, Elsewhere. Shine with no conflicts, thrive un cuffed. We are not there yet, sadly, most new signees in this game now have a very short time span. One can hope though, and if they do last, great.
Jeremy Tucker : So how do you decide when to lose or win?
Paul Soutter : On if the opposition has earnt the win or not. That simple.
Jeremy Tucker : We have a big match coming tonight, the War Games. That has come on very well. The KGB and Team SWAT. Tell us about this.
Paul Soutter : The KGB is my baby, originally, it was myself, Fierce and Hunglestein, we were the OG’s. With Bryant Tanner and Adam Haven and Adam Seven. All World Champions, that didn’t sit well in the old UWA with Angel there, she had other favourites and dangled the World title in front of Hunglestein to move on from us. He took the big bucks, i don’t blame him.
Jeremy Tucker : He was one of the greats.
Paul Soutter : No doubt, he ‘got it’. We had heat, but only thru competiveness. When Tanner passed, he stepped up to come to the tribute, specifically requested a retirement match with me, i will always remember that and be grateful to him for that.
Jeremy Tucker : Losing Tanner, that was a big blow.
Paul Soutter : It was huge. He was the rock of SWAT. When i first toyed with the idea of us re opening, he was the first person i went to, this was his home and he was super keen for us to restart. We did and we grew fast, then suddenly, he was gone. It hurt, it still does today. He would be proud to see what we have become.
Jeremy Tucker : Lets go back to today, the War Games and the KGB.
Paul Soutter : Today’s KGB, is, in complete honesty, my favourite version. We got The Amazon Champ Don Joanne Canelli, she is as good as it gets. Timeless, what more do you need say, Sir Winsalot is everything you wish you were, and then some. Then, we got Team Fairtex and the Hired Killers, Tong and Phantam joining to help Timeless win the belt from Goth, what a swerve. And don’t forget Bruno and Joe Pesci.
Jeremy Tucker : What’s the deal with Bruno?
Paul Soutter : He is a true friend. His body was shot, he was down and out, couldn’t work anymore, i offered him a spot beside me, and he jumped at it.
Jeremy Tucker : What about them early days, let’s go back to the very beginning.
Paul Soutter : I remember it like yesterday. It was 20 years ago. The internet was still new, but popular, wrestling was still booming. Prowrestling dot com was the biggest wrestling forum on the net, and i was hooked there. They had a chat room that was dead, but the forums were super active, the chat room always had one guy hanging around waiting for a chat. Reginald P Packer. What a guy.
There were so many people there on that forum, and two of the biggest posters, they agreed to have a ‘match’ with each other. Tripps and DK. This ‘match’ was the talk of the forum, and another poster, TGunn agreed to write it. A funny foot note, it was later revealed that TGunn WAS Tripps. (Soutter chuckles) He was way ahead of the game that one. Booked himself to win and then, a few of us, at my suggestion, agreed to try and form our own fed. We had myself and Packer, Tripps and TGunn, and a girl called Angel.
Paul Soutter : We got off to a mediocre start, but we thought we were killing it, typical rookies. One show later, Tripps and TGunn didn’t like not having full say and pulled out from our fed UWA and formed their own fed, the ICW. That was it, it was war. We regrouped quick smart and added two more guys to our committee, Kilmer and MLP and i went on a recruiting spree, seeking out all the active posters on the forum. That recruiting spree brought us ; Hardkore Jonnie Valentine. Chupacabra. Kilroy Evans. Big Stan Wilson.
When Jonnie wrote his first promo, it blew our minds. We were all writing two paragraph five minute promo’s, no proof reading , nothing, and just to read his stuff, nothing was said to anyone, it was just obvious, this is how you do it, we all followed suit and the rest was history.
Jeremy Tucker : Jonnie Valentine. He has done it all.
Paul Soutter : Twice. The man is a Pioneer, and we don’t know how lucky we are to have him not only on our roster, but as our Champion.
Jeremy Tucker : So, then what happened. How did we go from UWA on PW dot com to SWAT.
Paul Soutter : We had a hell of a run in UWA, but more and more Angel kept shutting others out and pushing them away. It made sense for her to be the conduit as we were all the active wrestlers, but she stopped listening to us all and was running her own show. Packer couldn’t handle it, he left and opened his own fed, UCW. Sadler and Syb came from there, (chuckles) he used to call himself the Plain Rider. I knew why Packer walked, i couldn’t go that way though, not yet, i was loyal to the UWA, but loyalty only gets you so far and is a two way street and when it no longer becomes fun, and you are taken advantage of, then, it’s time to move on, in anything you are doing in life that goes for.
Jeremy Tucker : And then SWAT was born?
Paul Soutter : In a sense. I liked Jonnie Valentines idea of the regions and how that worked, but others i talked to wanted it to be all on an even say on the World Belts and such, and so, we formed Ring Syndicate. It was sort of like the XHF is now, but each fed that was part of it, had an even vote on all interfed matters and champions.
Jeremy Tucker : How did that pan out?
Paul Soutter : Perfectly. We did exactly what we said, all equal and all were happy, we then lost some activity, so i ventured out to Hardkore World as a region, and ran Hardkore Australia, that was a fun and a great privilege to be affiliated with them, but then i got the name SWAT in my head, Syndicate Wrestling and Tradition, it was a spin off from Ring Syndicate, and the name just jumped in my head of its own accord one day, and wouldn’t go away. We opened up and never looked back.
Jeremy Tucker : Those were the days.
Paul Soutter : That they were. You were there thru it all, you and Fulton, we saw so many legends come and go. Cobryn joining UWA, he was next level. Messiah and Rocking Rick Owen jumped on board, two complete opposite characters, but two of the best to ever lace a pair of boots. Even names like Greg Daniels and James Ashcroft. All World Champions. All legends and more importantly, all great friends. Dan Stein, Dracon Xanathos. They were SWAT all the way. Sly Fondell, Jace Mingla, i wish we could find them cats today.
Jeremy Tucker : So then what happened?
Paul Soutter : We got old. We had families, jobs, this addiction faded.
Jeremy Tucker : What made you come back then?
Paul Soutter : Well, i would see updates on social media once i got Facebook, i would talk to Reginald Packer, but, i am ashamed to admit, not really talk, not like we did, he was a true friend, i never snubbed him but when he passed, i was ashamed to think back and admit i hadn’t done enough. I looked more closely at what had become of the industry, and it was a sad sight. I decided there and then, i would bring SWAT back.
Jeremy Tucker : And here we are today.
Paul Soutter : Here we are today. It’s funny this world, we lost Packer and Tanner, and we made the tribute for them, and that brought us some legends that have become just as much a back bone of SWAT as any others. Vile Vince Viper, Beelzebozo, Radu Matei, wow, Viper is a well deserved hall of famer and the other two will follow no doubt.
Jeremy Tucker : Wow, thanks for that trip down memory lane, any last words, on tonights match maybe?
Paul Soutter : As much fun as this was, looking back, that was then, this is now. When we get in that ring, i don’t care what Jonnie Valentine has done previously, or how many t shirts he can sell as World Champion. I don’t care about Goth or Frosty, Brewster or Suzi.
They are all great wrestlers, all deserved to be in this War Games, but, they are not the KGB! We are the Bandits! The Kross Global Bandits.
I am The Center of Attention.
The Mad Dog of Melbourne.
I am THE FOUNDER!
The Big Bad Bustling Bandit!
I got the Skill to Thrill!
The Name to Entertain!
I’m loud and proud and well endowed!
We are going to shock the world and take this War Games KGB style, and i like it like that!
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Post by frostbite on Jan 9, 2020 16:15:00 GMT -5
Earlier in the Day...
At a local Holiday Inn in downtown Greensboro, it is a cold and rainy day it as the heavens have open up. We see several people coming and going. We see a short brown haired gentleman coming through the sliding glass door wearing a Carolina Panther sweatshirt with matching sweats and blue and gray shoes. He has some ear plugs in as he it appears that he might try and go for a job but maybe after getting hit with this downpour he might think better of it. However the young man just flips up his hood as he starts on his jog, down the street. He go through those sliding glass doors we see several people, a crowd of them as a matter of fact. Several, local reporters and even some with press credentials from Fox Sports, CBS sports, and ESPN, as we try to push our way through the hotel lobby. We see those hoard of reporters ate standing around and getting an interview with the New Caarolina Panthers head football coach, Matt Ruhle. As he is talking to the reporters. We push yourselves through the mass we head down the small hall and right toward the elevators.
As we make our move, we see another young man with a small cart, as he is wearing a blue cap with an holiday inn polo shirt with black slacks. As it appears that he just might have a tray full of food, just by the lovely sleep coming from the two trays. The elevator door swings open as the young man gets hops on. He pushes the button on the right floor. The door closes as the young man waits until it reaches its destination. The door swings open as The young man looks down the hall as he is trying to find the room where the food he has on his tray will do to. He continues his journey until he gets to room number 817. The young man stops as he knocks on the door. Suddenly the door opens as the young man she is into the room.
The young man looks up at the room guest. He has short brown hair and a brown goatee wearing a gray tee shirt with tan sweats and brown boots. The young man pulls the top of one of this trays as he see that it is a rather thick juicy steak with a baked potato right beside it. A door opens up on the other side of the room and out steps a gentleman who is almost the size of the other guest, he had short black hair and his wearing a black tee shirt with a tattoo of Satan himself on his large bicep on his left arm. He is wearing black jeans and black boots. The young bellhop takes off The top of that tray to reveal a thick and juicy hamburger and a lot of fries right beside it.
Bellhop.. Is this out you order.
We see that it is Dooomsday and Lucifer.
Doomsday.. Yes, that will be all.
Doomsday gives the young man a 10, as he leave the room. Lucifer grabs his plate as he walks over to one of the queen size bed and takes a huge bite of his burger. Doomsday grabs his plate as he heads over to a chair as he grabs himself a folk and knife as he digs into that steak.
Lucifer.. We have not talk much about the changing of this card. We go from being on Team SWAT to a handicap match. What in the hell is that all about.
Doomsday.. I am not happy about this at all. I rather stand next to our brother Frostbite is this match. But it appears that Frostbite has some quality partners to get the job done,
Lucifer.. But instead of getting a rematch with Team Fairtex with have are in a handicap match.
Doomsday.. I understand where you are coming from and yes that loss was hard to take when a foot was on the bottom rope and yes we should get another chance at the tag team titles but you know by now how the business works.
Lucifer.. Big man, we ate thrown into this match because somebody wants us to do some dirty work for them or so it appears to be, instead of us allowing us to be on Team SWAT we get booked in some handicap match.
Doomsday.. I hear you.. Since we are associate with Frostbite maybe we are getting the short end of the straw. But hey, when has our back not been against the wall.
Lucifer continues to eat his burger as a pickle falls to his plate he picks it up with his long fingers and pops it right in his mouth.
Doomsday.. Why did you not get a steak like mine.
Lucifer.. I was craving for a burger.
Doomsday picks up the part of the baked potato and drops that into his mouth.
Lucifer.. Dude, do not choke on me before our match. I bet the management would love that.
Doomsday.. Relax, I am fine. However we must get down to business and talk about our opponent.
Lucifer.. Kennedy?
Doomsday.. I know a little bit about him. He comes for a long line of hardkore world guys. A champion over there, a legend you know the rest.
Lucifer.. It is me or hardkore world had invading SWAT, and we are worried about the KGB.
Doomsday.. I am not saying to do bring up a good point. Can not argue the point that they have a couple of titkes around their waist and they appear to be doing something.
Lucifer.. You think? Big man, we have won only one match that I can count. Take a look at us.
Lucifer grabs some fries as eats a few.
Lucifer.. We are two seven foot monsters and we are letting people beat us. Something does not add up. We should destroy everybody in our path. We did not sign up for this. When did we become everybody whipping post.
Doomsday.. You are right. Something has got to change.
Lucifer.. We have got to go out there and beat Kennedy because if we do not, what does that say about us, if we let one man beat us. I do not care what the man has done in the past, but it should not in no way beat us.
Doomsday.. You are right. I am sure everybody wants to see the so called legend come out of a retirement home and beat the two of us. We can not and will not allow that to happen.
Lucifer finishes off his burger.
Lucifer.. We need to make a statement tonight and there must be no excuses. We need this because if we can not win this match then partner what are we good for.
Doomsday.. I hear you if we can not beat this guy then maybe we do not derseve a spot on this roster and be quite honest we will never get a shot at those titles ever again.
Lucifer tosses his plate across the floor as we see in slow motion the fries go everywhere.
Lucifer.. We can not have that on our reputation that we got beat by one person.
Doomsday flips his plate over.
Doomsday.. Big man you are right. No more playing around, management wants to try and bury us. Well I day we need to shock the system. We need to beat this Kennedy fellow. Not only best his ass but send a clear message to the locker room that you need to dear us.
Lucifer.. This company needs to kiss our ass. Screw this feel good story, it is about time for realty to settle in. There is no way in the world Kennedy is suppose to beat two seven footers.
Doomsday.. Later on, I say we send Kennedy back into his retirement home, and then take those tag team titles.
Lucifer.. Disrespect like this.. You will be sorry.
The two get up as they leave the room.
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Post by SWAT Team on Jan 10, 2020 6:28:15 GMT -5
Jeremy Tucker :Welcome back, now we have Rajiv Khan v Eddie D going to face off next. What do you think Fulton of this upcoming match we have here? Andrew Fulton : I will tell you, the Khans are trying their hardest to move up the card, and they may well think this is their night, but i got news for them, they are getting in there with Eddie D! Eddie D walks out with a black and white montage video playing on the screens of him weight training and hitting his favourite moves on people, flashing up in negative to the beat of the music. He threatens a rude fan, tears up a Sabu poster, walks confidently and slowly to the ring. Raises his hands to accept the praise he feels he is due, but the Greensboro crowd don’t respond very kindlyFrank Salazar : Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first, hailing from Vernon, California, USA and coming in at 6’ and 303 pounds .... EDDIE D!!!!!Nimbooda hits and Rajiv Khan comes down to the ring atop his Elephant Sabu. Sabu bellows loudly and stretches his trunk to the ring and Rajiv runs down it and sommersaults into the ring.Frank Salazar : And introducing his opponent, hailing from ... Andrew Fulton : Eddie D just charges at Khan, and sends Rajiv tumbling over the ring with a devastating clothesline,. Rajiv flopping over the ring like swatted fly! Jeremy Tucker : Sabu didn’t place the entry too well by the looks of things. . Andrew Fulton : Eddie delivers a shot to the mid section, clobbers him with an overhand cross arm blow, then another, then another, and another!!!! The crowds are going insane tonight. Jeremy Tucker : Eddie charges at Khan and lands a forearm shot to the face. Eddie bounces Khan off the ropes tand Khan ducks a big boot to the face and Khan nails a roundhouse kick right to the jaw dropping Eddie. Andrew Fulton : Damn that was out of no where and that had to hurt. I am glad i do not feel those kind of kicks to me. But Khan takes Eddie and snap supplex in the middle of the ring. Jeremy Tucker : Eddie stands up but slowly and BAM another roundhouse kick. This is insane and Khan covers Eddie for the pin. REF COUNTS: 1 2 KICK OUT Andrew Fulton : Surprisingly Eddie kicks out from not one but two roundhouse kicks to the jaw. Eddie got some gall there. And look at this, Eddie is getting to his feet and Khan tries a third roundhouse and is missed and Eddie kicks him in the gut, takes him to the turnbuckle and heads to the middle ropes and swings around and lands a Tornado DDT. Jeremy Tucker : That was an impressive Tornado DDT. And now Eddie starts punching and kicking at Khan and Khan shoves Eddie off and bounces off the ropes and is met with a big boot for sure. Andrew Fulton : I think Khan is in trouble and Eddie actually is going for a pin here. REF COUNTS: 1 2.. KICK OUT Jeremy Tucker :Khan kicks out at a 2 count. Khan nails a spear and drops Eddie. Now Khan rolls to the other corner turnbuckles to give himself a breather from the onslaught of Eddie. Andrew Fulton : Eddie is back up and slowly going towards Khan and Eddie nails a back kick to the gut and Eddie delviers a brutal full nelson slam in the middle of the ring. Holy Hell what a move, knocked all the wind right out of him! Jeremy Tucker :Khan is not moving as Eddie is signaling a finisher. Takes Khan over to the turnbuckle and sits on top rope. And Eddie lifts up Khan straight up and God Damn A Powerbomb off the top ropes and Eddie gets back up. Andrew Fulton : What else does he have in mind. And look Eddie lifts up Khan in the air and bounces to the mat a spike piledriver. Rajiv is on dream street, he is ghost walkig, his arms flailing about .... HEADACHE FROM HELL!!! (Stunner). Jeremy Tucker : OMG what moves and the ref drops for the count .. 1 2 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BELL RINGS DING DING DING Andrew Fulton : It is over, two major moves a Powerbomb as I would say a Super Powerbomb off the top rope and I thought Eddie was going to put him through the ring. Dear Jesus. Then that Stunner!!!! [Cave by Muse hits and the ref raises the arm of Eddie D in victory.] Jeremy Tucker : Big debut for Eddie B, making short work of Raj, i may not care for his attitude in his promos bit he means business. Andrew Fulton : You better start to care, he is going places here Jerry.
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Post by edwarddubin0604 on Jan 10, 2020 20:37:39 GMT -5
(Team Fairtex and The Hired Killers just entered the arena dressed in KGB hats and hoodies as Katie Moss comes up to them.)
Katie Moss: "Team Fairtex and Hired Killers what are your thought about your War Games Match."
Tong Fairtex: "What do we think about Team SWAT vs. KGB. We're thinking that we're going to be wiping the floor with those loose group of goofballs and jerks just trying to get attention and needing to revive their fading careers. Let's look at the facts. You have Lynn Brewster, our former General Manager, who was beaten badly by Don Joanne Canelli, for not just the SWAT Amazon Title but also the obvious the GM position."
Phantam Fairtex: "She should have just refused the challenge and she would have spared herself a life of servitude and would have remained the GM....But no she had to be a sucker and put her position on the line and looks what happened. She had to depend on that loser Radu Matei to get her position back which you know what had happened."
Katie Moss: "He lost to Suzi Spitz."
(He holds his hand up.)
Phantam Fairtex: "Nope he didn't lose to Suzi Spitz. He took a dive to screw Lynn Brewster because he still hated her guts for that poor excuse of a lie he was spewing. Before that you know what he did to my brother's poor suffering wife."
(Jade's expression is hard and cold as is Tong's.)
Phantam Fairtex: "They're good at hiding their misery. I mean look at the facts Jade was buried with insects and you think my brother was going to literally take it with dishonor....Of course not. This is family honor we're talking about and when they had their Thailand Death Match Radu Matei cheated and my brother's been wanting revenge ever since."
Tong Fairtex: "That's right Radu if our esteemed owner Joe Pesci or Parishnu Jo doesn't finish you. I'll do it for him and do it more decisively and this time I'm going.....to....beat....you.....down."
Katie Moss: "You know he's not in the War Games Match."
Tong Fairtex: "I know that but Radu probably doesn't know that. That's how much of a brainless asshit he is."
Jade: "When it comes to Brewster. She doesn't have to worry about me anymore but she has more to worry about is my sister Kim."
Kim: "I warned last year I had unfinished business with Brewster and I mean I will finish our business no matter how long or what kind of match we're in. We're going to finish what was started last year no matter how bloody and violent it gets."
Katie Moss: "You know you'll have to deal with your former ally Psychotic Goth."
Tong Fairtex: "We know each other well and let me tell you something that Team SWAT doesn't realize and that is Psychotic Goth is volatile and unpredictable. He hates the guts of both us and The New Society of The New Breed for screwing him over and over again. You don't do that to someone as sadistic as he is. That works to our advantage since 'The Psychotic One' hates those guys."
Katie Moss: "You'll be facing off also against Suzi Spitz."
Jade: "Yeah she got lucky against both Frosty the Choker and Ragu Spaghetti Boy. Well if I get a chance at Suzi Spitz during the War Games Match and I beat her. I want the next shot at the SWAT World Heavyweight Title and I will beat her tonight and if and when we meet for the championship."
Katie Moss: "She's 'The Vicious Vixen.'"
Jade: "I could care the shit if she's 'The Pretty Kitty' I'm just as mean as she is and in fact I'm more meaner than she is when it comes to being in the ring."
Katie Moss: "Well there's someone you know who's in this match named 'Lucky' Linda La Fey."
Jade: "We had a rough and tumble rivalry and our battles were equally tough. Yet I defeated her in both tag and singles matches. Remember she's not in this match but we're not going to take any chances."
Phantam Fairtex: "No matter how you think of KGB we have the best team here tonight. You have Sir Winsalot, whom you know with Foxy Roxylishus. You have Mafia Don Joanne Cannelli, whom was infected by Vampira's slobbery venom, and we're going to take it out on Psychotic Goth. We have our wives The Hired Killers and us Team Fairtex. Then there's Boss Soutter the true brains of the KGB. What he says goes and what he wants us to do we do it. If anyone has problems with that we'll settle it and we know how that is don't we."
Katie Moas: "Satan's Disciples still plans on targeting you for screwing them out of tag team title victory since Lucifer's foot was on the ropes."
Tong Fairtex: "Yeah what a surprise. Hey Satan's Disciples here's a newsflash for you two brainless blockheads. What do you think this sport is. It's called professional wrestling and you can't win every match. Hell you epitomize sore losers and if you can't take having to face CSK a wrestler I know well. Then why don't you go somewhere else like maybe the SWAT Backyard division."
Phantam Fairtex: "Too late that area doesn't exist anymore."
Tong Fairtex: "What an unfortunate circumstance. Who knows maybe your friend Frosty the Choke Artist will whine and cry until you get you a title match. Now getting back to The War Games Match The KGB is going to kick Team SWAT's asses from one side of the cage to the other. You're going to be hit by every kind of weapon we can find under the ring or whatever is loose all around the place."
Jade: "There's also no DQ and anything goes until one team member stands and that's going to be acknowledged in three big capital letters....K.....G......B."
Kim: "You got the money. We got the time and KGB has a lot of time and at War Games KGB is going to be standing tall and we're going to make Soutter proud and Joe Pesci or Parishnu Jo proud too along with Zoran proud too."
Tong Fairtex: "At War Games The KGB shall be standing tall and Team SWAT is going to be looking at KGB and realizing their regret for even challenging KGB. Well you're going to see what happens when you face KGB and lose proving you aren't excellent. You're going to be needing glasses because 2020 is exactly what kind of vision you don't have. Let's go. We need to prepare for the War Games."
(They leave Katie Moss.)
Katie Moss: "Team Fairtex and The Hired Killers seem ready for War Games. Back to you guys."
(The scene fades to ringside.)
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Post by Timeless on Jan 10, 2020 22:35:26 GMT -5
[Switch to the back and the KGB locker room. Roxylishus is standing posing for selfies with her phone, Man, she looks incredible, Timeless is pacing too and fro, he looks agitated, more than agitated, he is steamed. He rips his Versace shirt off and hurls it to the ground in anger.]
Timeless : Andrew Karnage? Andrew Fuckin Karnage!!!
You got to be kidding me. That ghost cost me my Technical Championship, and Syberus thinks thats it, that its done and he is the victor?
[Timeless stops pacing and stares hotly into the camera.]
SYBERUS!! You think you are done with me? Think again.
Wait. Let me speak in a way you can understand and
Take
Long pauses inbetween each sentence.
Double space the breathes out so it looks like i am talking for longer.
[Timeless shakes his head in disgust.]
It is going to take more than Andrew Karnage to keep that belt you just stole from me.
It is going to take more than embracing the rainbow and quoting the year, like it being 2020 means ANY FUCKING THING! If you are a fruit you are a fruit. I don’t give a fuck what year it is.
And you know a lot about Fruits, don’t you. You were smashed upside the head by them by that other Ghost Cobryn.
[Timeless sneers.]
Running around in the aftermath with your wack ass wheel chairs and feigning injuries like it’s some comedy act, all you looked like was the god damn pussy you are! Piking out on Helloween! The irony is what eats at me. We watch your disdain for the invisible Cobryn, and then your own invisible cohorts thwart ME!
Roxylishus : He will get his hun. We need to forget him, we have a huge War Games coming up.
Timeless : (slaps a bottled water off the table and it flies across the room.) I don’t give a fuck about the War Games! I want my belt back damn it!
Roxylishus : And you will get it.
[She moves over and starts rubbing his shoulders, coo’ing in his ear.]
He has nothing on you, you will get your rematch with him and the belt will be yours again, for now though, you need to focus on the War Games. This is a huge match, and it’s your time to shine and show the world who Sir Winsalot is.
Timeless : (relaxing under her Siren touch) War Games huh?
Roxylishus : Goth! Brewster! Spitz! The dregs of SWAT! All in the same ring at once.
Timeless : Valentine and Frostbite! That son of a bitch has spent the past year running around trying to rip our fed apart and should be arrested for stalking the Founder, he wants to burn the joint down, i will rip him to shreds.
And Valentie. He wants to throw in with Team SWAT! I can understand why seeing his boys are such a bitter disappointment. It doesn’t matter though who he throws in with, the thing is, they AREN’T US!
Roxylishus : That’s it! They never were and never will be!
Timeless : Ok, let’s do this right. I got a plan, hold on, we are going to do some research.
[Timeless presses some buttons on his delorian watch and a portal opens up. They both step thru the portal.]
Roxylishus : Where are we?
Timeless : June 4 2006. US Airways Centre. SWAT’s first War Games.
Roxylishus : I love these adventures, how about when we went back to 1995 to get a young Phoenix before he could father Daniel, and then you lost your hand and Yoda have you the replacement.
Timeless : (opening and closing his titanium terminator / jedi hand) Lucked out there, phew, what a close call.
Roxylishus : How about when we went to Trumps new years eve party and Jamiriquoi wrote Cosmic Girl after me.
Timeless : He was a sucker for your alien charms, poor sap.
Roxylishus : How about when we went to the Peach Pit and hung out with the 90210 brats.
Timeless : Good times, we sure have gotten around for a team of people who don’t utilise their gimmick Come on, let’s watch this match unfold.
[We see Roxylishus and Timeless grab a couple of seats in the bleachers, and then we see highlights of the old War Games, Team SWAT prevailing over the evil Legion X.]
Roxylishus : Another win to the Founder!
Timeless : Lucky for us he is with us this time around. KGB baby! Team Fairtex! Don Canelli!!
Roxylishus : Annnnd Sir Winsalot!
Timeless : Damn straight! The more things change, the more they stay the same. The good guys ... Us. Standing up for the fed against the insurgents, Team SWAT.
Roxylishus : Let’s get out of here, 2006 stinks of Syb.
Timeless : (holds his nose) Peee Ewww. Smells like a speedos and sangrias.
[Unfadable.]
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