Battleground 24 : The Greek Tragedy (Show)

[SWAT Team]

Syndicate Wrestling & Tradition and the XHF presents ....

Coming to you LIVE from Olympic Stadium (Athens)
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Jeremy Tucker : Welcome everyone. Welcome to Greece! Welcome to Battleground! WELCOME TO SWAT!!!

Andrew Fulton : What a show we had in France Jerry, i am really taking a fancy to this Euro tour.

Jeremy Tucker : It was a hell of a show, Zoran and Valentine both had BIG Championship defences.

Andrew Fulton : Oi! (lights up a smoke) Frostbite and Tarrasque could have easily walked out champion.

Jeremy Tucker : Maybe, in another universe.

Andrew Fulton : Orrrr, another country. Like Greece! These islands, they make me feel like even I can become champion.

Jeremy Tucker : Champion of what? Talking smack?

Andrew Fulton : You know it! They don’t call me the Voice of SWAT for nothing.

Jeremy Tucker : Voice of the Wankers more like it. Also coming up tonight, apart from them two huge Title matches, we have the International, Amazon and Tag Team belts ALL on the line.

Andrew Fulton : We sure do. And Caffrey Vs Withers. That’s a main event anywhere in the world.

Jeremy Tucker : Folks, i am being told we also have a huge Suits Suite scheduled for tonight.

Andrew Fulton : Who is appearing?

Jeremy Tucker : It’s a surprise.

Andrew Fulton : So you don’t know either?

Jeremy Tucker : No, i haven’t a clue. I tell you what i do know though, we are just over a month away from our Annual Tag Team Tourny, the Anzac Cup. So to all the talent in the back, best start finding yourself a partner for it, or hit us up to help you find one. For everyone else at home, buckle up. The Euro tour is coming at you right now! First up we got SWAT newcomer Savage against Sabrina Sinstone, right after these messages from our guys.

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H A Y D E N  C A L L A H A N | "Let Us Feast"

vs Ultra Kira (#1) | B A T T L E G R O U N D  T W E N T Y - F O U R

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We open up to within the home of Hayden Callahan, at the heart of Canary Wharf within the city of London, England, upon the forty-second floor within one of its towers. The home could be described as a sort of penthouse, large windows looking out at the skyline of the city itself. There we find Hayden sitting at the large table by the windows, right beside him is his three-year-old daughter named, Aubrey. Hayden watches his daughter draw on a sheet of paper, a smile on his face.

“Daddy, when are you going back to work again?”

Recently, Hayden’s been out of the ring for over seven months since he and his ex-girlfriend, Danielle, had broken up. The trips within many cities around England have been too much to leave Aubrey with a close friend or a family member and too much to bring her with him to the shows with many of the events being at night and usually stuck with an “over 18” rule.

“Very soon, babydoll. Very soon, and guess what.”

“What?”

“You get to come with me.”

Aubrey smiles from ear to ear, she’s been to very few shows and never got to see her father wrestle in person. Seeing her daughter smile at the news brings a heartwarming smile onto Hayden’s face. Then he hears his phone ring from the other room, he stands up from his seat and kisses Aubrey on the head before heading into the bedroom and picking up his phone from the bedside locker.

“ONE MISSED CALL - Danielle.”

Hayden sighs as he throws the phone down onto the bed, taking a seat on a chair within the room itself. The phone rings again, Hayden’s already sitting with his right hand over his face as he hears the phone ring. After a minute, Hayden pops back up onto his feet and grabs the phone as he hesitantly answers the call.

“Well you’ve taken your time, haven’t you?”

“A hello to you too, Danielle, what do you want?”

“I wanted to see how my daughter is, I haven’t seen her for about a week.”

“...and you know why, your mother hasn’t had the time to mind both of you. Your father back from his business trip yet?”

“Yeah, and he’ll keep an eye on myself and Aubrey this weekend. I’ve made it very clear.”

“As long as she doesn’t get hurt, then everything will be fine.”

There’s a long pause of silence from both of them.

“Danielle?”

Hayden hears Danielle sniff and then a soft weep coming from her voice.

“I just… I just want things to be the same again, David. I miss what we had.”

“What we had before you ruined it? I’m sorry, Danielle, but you could have ruined everything for not only us but for Aubrey. She was scared to see you for weeks after what happened, I couldn’t let her go through that again.”

“I know and I’ve felt so horrible after that. I want to forget it but I just cann--”

“Aubrey won’t forget it. I won’t forget it.”

“I know you won’t, David, that’s the thing. I feel like you’re holding that grudge against me, it’s like you have a knife to my throat.”

Hayden lets out a long sigh.

“I, for one, am not holding any grudges against you - I could never do that to you. I could never make you feel like that.”

“Why won’t you help me? Why didn’t you keep me and help me with everything?”

“I am not getting into detail with that right now, your daughter is in the other room and is possibly listening. For her sake, I’m not going to explain everything again to you, Danielle.”

“I… I understand.”

“...and you know I help you with everything, haven’t I paid for rehab? I got you into the best one in London that I could find. I let you see Aubrey on a weekly basis, even two or three times a week if they tell me you’re doing perfectly.”

“I know you do.”

“So don’t say I don’t help you at all. I do because I still love you, just not the Danielle that nearly-”

The scene then quickly cuts to Aubrey, still sitting at the table as we get a good look at the drawing she made… A family portrait, her father to the right and her mother to the left with herself in between both of them. Aubrey leaps down from the chair and walks over to the refrigerator, grabbing a magnet or two and then sticking the drawing up onto the refrigerator. The bedroom door opens and Hayden walks out from the room, closing the door behind him as he does. There’s a look of relief on his face as he takes a deep breath, he then looks around for Aubrey who has already snuck up behind him and playfully grabbed his leg. Hayden picks up Aubrey and brings her into the sitting room as the shot pans back to the drawing before we fade to black.

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Let us feast.

Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, we are blessed with greatness.

I mean, having my presence around you lot is enough to make you just stand outside of the level of peasantry you'd expect.

But I do digress... Tonight, we are humbled. Tonight, we've come to terms with my major return to the ring, after being gone for so long and after being "off the radar" for the seven whole months I was gone for. It is now time for the name Hayden Callahan to become popular again.

To be treated once again like royalty…

To be humbled and looked up by the many that stand before me…

But that doesn’t happen so soon.

It has taken me over eleven of my long, hard-worked years to get to where I am now... and all for what exactly?

For what could be my first match in the span of seven long months, dying to get back into the ring, I am met with someone that could be described as an anime character come to life.

Imagine me, Hayden Callahan, finding out that on my first official night here in Syndicate Wrestling and Tradition... I have to come face to face, one on one, with a man dressed in what seems like something from some Japanese anime, with bright yellow glowing eyes, and a tinfoil helmet. Could you imagine the AUDACITY they have to put ME with something like THAT?

It’s appalling.

It’s near enough criminal.

It is DISGUSTING.

A tragic tale that the sinners within Syndicate Wrestling and Tradition are going to put me through, but you know what… If they want to treat me as such, putting me with the likes of jokes, then let him come. I welcome him to my second home, the wrestling ring, all to show how serious I can get. To show how to treat someone with the fucking respect that they should have.

So let us feast.

Ultra Kira, a man who doesn’t even come from this planet, a man who “supposedly” weighs two hundred tons when not from this earth… How much of a joke can we make out of this man? Is he even worth making jokes out of? Look at him, dressed in a full-body suit and a metal bucket wrapped around in tin foil. How can I take someone like this seriously? How can I take someone who dresses like this seriously? Look here, Kira, I have no idea who you are under the helmet or what you’re doing with that ridiculous costume but I’m going hurt you… and I don’t mean it as in “I’m going to just teach you a lesson and show you that you’re in the big leagues now”... I mean it as “I’m going to hurt you to the point that you might not come back again.”

And maybe that’s what needs to happen.

I’m not taking any fucking jokes.

I’m not going to let anyone dressing up like it’s Halloween come between myself and the top fucking prize here.

SWAT, listen to the sound of my voice and just the sound of my voice only.

Because what I’m about to tell you is the gospel according to Lord Hayden...

I am going to save you.

I am going to make this place the best it’s ever been with Hayden Callahan at the helm.

I am going to make this place golden.

I am going to become your savior.

I am your god.

I… am The Miracle.

Hayden fucking Callahan.

Now… let us feast.

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[frostbite]

The door swings open as it hits hard up against the wall. We see two rather large individuals walks through. One gentleman is wearing a gray hoodie with matching sweats and brown boots. The gentleman right next to him is wearing a black jacket with black jeans and black boots. The cameras catch the intensity in his red eyes, the large gentleman sees the camera right in his face. The short black haired gentleman gets ready to go after the cameraman but the larger of the two puts up his large hand. The red eyed gentleman who almost looks like the devil himself turns toward the short brown haired gentleman as he shakes his head.

Andrew Fulton.. Doomsday and Lucifer have arrived.

Jeremy Tucker.. Why so they can lose again. I thought Doomsday retired last week.

Andrew Fulton.. Reports that I have gotten a few days are saying that he has decided to hang in there. I am glad he has this is a solid team.

Jeremy Tucker.. If you are talking about solid at losing them you have me there. You would think these two seven footers would have had more success then that have but not.

Andrew Fulton.. They did win last week with Goth in a six man tag team match.

Jeremy Tucker.. But that was six man, I can not recall them winning a tag team match.

Andrew Fulton.. They can close in winning the tag team titles from Team Fairtex.

Jeremy Tucker.. But did they win? No they did not. These two are overrated. They are losers that is why Frostbite dropped these two. And now he is with the KGB smart move by Frostbite.

Andrew Fulton.. And what has that gotten your boy Frostbite, nothing. It did not do him any good last week. Is he the X crown champ?

Jeremy Tucker.. It is only a matter of time before Frostbite is a champ. I do not know about these two though.

Doomsday.. Relax big man, it is not the time, to slug a cameraman. We have important matters to take care.

Lucifer.. Look, last week I though you were going to retire and leave us looking for a new tag team partner.

Doomsday.. I was going to, but talking to Goth after the show, I thought about giving it another chance. Sure I understand we all go through slumps but this one is just a little bit harder.

Lucifer.. I understand, the tag team scene is not really big around here, and we should have come in and really took care of business. But we have fail to do so.

Doomsday.. Tag team wrestling is almost dead in this sport. I thought we could help bring it back especially around here. Team Fairtex and us big man could have turn things around.

Lucifer.. I believe we still can, but getting a chance at those tag team titles that might be a long shot because you know Paul is going to keep us as far away from those titles.

Doomsday.. However we have a match tonight against Rally Jackson and Tuxedo Mask, a couple of New Breed members. We need to focus on them and beat these two.

Lucifer.. I am getting damn tired of all I hear about is The KGB or these New Breed or whatever they would like to call themselves. We need to make noise.

Doomsday.. Look I know Rally was some sort of a legend in Hardkore world. A former champion of that company, and Tuxedo Mask is not top bad of a wrestler, and since they are with Johnnie, I know they are good as they can get, so you know we have our work cut out.

Lucifer.. But how long have they been a Team?

Doomsday.. That I do not know sure we might have experience, but we need this win. We need try and get back on track. It is high time we show this company what these two seven foot monsters can really do.

Lucifer looks at the cameraman.

Lucifer.. You need to get the camera out of my damn face.

The cameraman backs off.

Doomsday.. Look stop worrying about this guy. We need to get back in the back, but first we need to head back to the truck and get our bags.

Lucifer.. So much on our minds I know.

The two big men turn around, but stop in their tracks as they see a short blonde haired gentleman wearing a blue tee shirt with faded blue jeans and blue boots. There is another large gentleman standing right behind him with his folded.

CHORUS OF BOOS

Andrew Fulton.. It is Frostbite and Bruno.

Frostbite.. Well gentlemen how is it Going?

Doomsday.. Well you have a nerve.

Lucifer.. We should beat your ass right now.

Bruno steps in front of Frostbite.

Frostbite.. Relax big man, I am not hear to fight.

Doomsday.. If that is the case, then you are about to get your ass kicked and you as well Bruno.

Everybody steps a little closer.

Frostbite.. Okay this is enough. Look I know you are pissed off at me about having the KGB beat you guys down, but I gave you a chance to join me and you turn me down.

Doomsday.. And we turn the offer down, because we do both want any parts of the KGB, and for the life of me, do not understand why in the hell you did what you did. You believe it was the shortest trip to the top of the mountain because you know Paul is the boss and you can easily kiss his ass.

Lucifer.. When did Frostbite become ass kisser.

Frostbite shakes his head.

Frostbite.. You both know I am no such thing. I simply got tired of fighting Paul the feud room away any chance that I might have had at the World title. I need to get out under that and put my focus on the big prize.

Doomsday.. Well, it has done no good. You have had three title shots and win nothing. So from where we stand you have done nothing since your arrival here. You have let others walk in here and steal your thunder. Syberus, Johnnie the Sociey of New Breed, and look around at the talent that has come in behind us. You have your worked cut out.

Lucifer.. Look this reunion is all heart warming, but what makes us stop from kicking your ass, and Bruno would not stop us.

Bruno gets right in Lucifer face.

Frostbite.. Bruno you have back off. They are right though. Look the three of us have not had things go our way. Which is why I am here. Call it a truce. I have an offer for you.

Doomsday.. You think we can trust You? After what you did to us.

Frostbite.. Just listen to what I have to say.

Lucifer.. Why should we. I want to rip your head off on your shoulders right now.

Frostbite.. What if I could say I can get you a shot at the tag team titles.

Doomsday.. Okay we are listening?

Lucifer.. Hold up, Team Fairtex are the tag champs and part of the KGB, something is not adding up here.

Frostbite.. Look Paul is the boss and I could convince him to give you a shot at the titles. I know they will defend the titles tonight, but whoever walks out the winner of that match, I can get you a title shot.

Doomsday.. Who do you have to beat up for you to get this chance?

Frostbite.. Nobody, I need either one of you to accompany me to the ring.

Lucifer.. Why can't you have Bruno?

Frostbite.. Bruno has other business to take care of and he can not spend time watching my back all the time. I need someone that I can trust and you two I do trust.

Doomsday.. You have made plenty of enemies in that locker since you turn your back on the locker room. Our answer is....

Lucifer interrupts...

Lucifer.. Hold on big man. You get us those tag team titles shot and maybe you pay us to protect you. I will consider it.

Doomsday.. You might be onto something.

Frostbite.. You need to give me one more thing in return.

Lucifer.. And that would be?

Frostbite.. Both of you need to become also my workout partners. I need someone that will work me hard in the gym as I prepare to face Johnnie at some point for the title.

Doomsday.. That is a fair request.

Doomsday and Lucifer step aside as they talk.

Frostbite.. Tag title shots and you will make extra money. You can not beat this deal.

As the two are talking, they pull away.

Doomsday.. We are no way taken any orders from other members of the KGB.

Lucifer.. We are not in the KGB.

Frostbite.. You will only answer to me, and no you will not be part of the KGB.

Doomsday.. And if you can not get us that title shot then we are going to beat your ass.

Frostbite.. You two could not, but I can deliver, but if I can not then you can have a match with me.

Doomsday.. Okay you have a deal.

The three shake hands.

Lucifer.. We have a match to get ready for and I believe you to as well.

Frostbite.. Well Lucifer then I guess you will be accompany me to the ring later on tonight. Since my opponent somebody watching his back then you will do the same for me.

Lucifer.. I will see you out there then.

Doomsday and Lucifer walk past Frostbite and Bruno, as Frostbite nods his head as we head back to ringside.

Andrew Fulton.. Did Satan Disciples and Frostbite patch things up?

Jeremy Tucker.. It appears to be the case. Frostbite has promise them a shot at the tag titles.

Andrew Fulton.. I do not know how Team Fairtex feels about that.

Jeremy Tucker.. I wonder if Frostbite can really deliver on that promise.

Andrew Fulton.. I wonder if Frostbite is not setting up these two.

Jeremy Tucker.. I do not think so at all. He just wants somebody to watch his back and having two seven footers watching his bag is money that could be well spent.

[edwarddubin0604]

(The tron shows Psychotic Goth and Vampira on the screen standing in front of what looks like a blood drenched altar. They are surrounded by green and red mist with hooded goths standing behind them.)

Vampira: "Tonight is the night that Team Fairtex gets their night of reckoning. Tonight Team fairtex you shall meet your doom."

Psychotic Goth: "Tongight Team Fairtex Vampira and I shall put you out of your pathetic misery. Tonight Team Fairtex you shall pay for your sins of betraying me and you shall see why you are cursed along with the KGB. You lost to that joke of a team called LGBTKO. You lost to an inferior Team Fairtex and yet you still deny that you are cursed and that you lost your chance at being the XHF Global tag team Champions."

(He yells in an ancient Greek Dialect.)

Vampira: "Why are you considered worthy to be the SWAT World Tag Team Champions when you couldn't beat an inferior team."

Psychotic Goth: "They're arrogance did them in and it's their arrogance that shall once again do them in. You see Team Fairtex ever since you betrayed me last year I've been looking for revenge. My wife has bitten Don Joanne Cannelli and look what has happened to her since."

Vampira: "She's been thirsting for blood and she's been spending too much time at night. She's been flying without a plane and has been associating with this fraud but don't worry the KGB shall suffer even worse. We'll make sure of that Team Fairtex and you can bet you shall be suffering even more."

(Psychotic Goth laughs demonically and roars in an ancient Greek Dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Soon you shall see what your disrespect of our once unbreakable bond. You disrespect us and we'll disrespect you where it hurts the most. Then when it's all said and done and when everything is settled which it's never going to be. Vampira and I are going to be the new SWAT World Tag Team Champions and you shall be on this altar never again to see the life that could have been had you not betrayed us."

(He lovingly caresses the blood soaked altar and licks his hands and Vampira licks them too as the hooded goths watch.)

Vampira: "I just love the taste of blood of those who were our sacrifices and it's going to be so satisfying when Team Fairtex blood is spilled on this altar and their suffering shall be over."

(Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient Greek dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Yes Team Fairtex I'm going to be enjoying your suffering as my minions literally drag you away to my lair and then perform the ritual to end your misery once and for all. Yes Team Fairtex you shall be seeing the wages of your sin tonight and the wages of sin is death. Your shal, be inevitable."

(He lowers his head and raises his arms and flings his head upwards revealing his pale handsome goth like looks.)

Psychotic Goth: "In a matter of moments we shall collide in the ring and your suffering shall end after we rip those SWAT World Tag Team Championships off your useless wastes. Welcome to your deaths Team Fairtex. There's no way out from your doom. If you dare to ave your KGB friends interfere and I know you plan on doing so. Nothing shall deprive me of ending your lives once and for all. Satan's Disciples do not be deceived by Frostbite's offer. He shall make sure you are totally screwed. Have I steered you wrong when you and I talked about you staying together. I am never wrong. You have such great potential to be a force in the SWAT tag team division. it's all up to you what you want to do. Thus I have spoken and thus all I prophesy shall come true."

(A hooded goth hands him a ritualistic dagger and he raises it and jams it into the altar as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[frostbite]

Back in the locker room.....

Only a few minutes later after there talk with Frostbite in the hall. Lucifer is leaning up against the rose colored wall, with his green bag right in front of his large size 20 foot or whatever large size shoe he might be wearing. His short black hair is wet, he has on a black tank top. Lucifer is very cut his broad shoulders are bigger than most men thighs. He is wearing faded black jeans and black steel toe boots. A few feet away from him sitting on the hard concrete floor leaning up against a locker is Doomsday. The big man is wearing a brown tee shirt with gray sweats and brown boots.His large hands which are the size of most human beings heads.

Doomsday.. Are you ready for tonight big match?

Lucifer.. You know it.

Doomsday.. Rally Jackson and Tuxedo Mask are going to be a tall task, but we can take them, I know we can. No more feeling sorry for ourselves we must rip their heads off there bodies. We have got to be the monsters that we know we can be.

Lucifer.. Did you get a chance to talk to Goth. He knows these two any strategy?

Doomsday.. He gave me some thoughts on these two. Rally he said is a tough son of a bitch. He is going to be a challenge, but I know how to handle this guy.

Lucifer.. Tuxedo Mask is not bad either.

Doomsday.. No He is not. But we are going to beat them because of teamwork. They are good wrestlers but they are not a team and that is where we will beat them.

Lucifer shakes his head.

Lucifer.. After our match I must go talk to Frostbite?

Doomsday.. I know Goth heard about his promise. He does not believe he can be trusted.

Lucifer.. I agree with him, but I look at it this way. Think about it, we can get a shot at those tag team titles. We make extra money because of it as well. Goth goes out and win the tag titles tonight, I think we could get a shot at those titles from him, and we would not need Frostbite word.

Doomsday.. Goth and I talked about that. And you are right, however we will keep our word and watch his back.

Lucifer.. Still I do not trust him.

Doomsday.. We will whip his ass if he does not keep his word, but our focus is on the task at hand.

Lucifer begins to pace around the locker room like a caged animal.

Lucifer.. The pressure is on. We got to start winning these matches.

Doomsday.. We will, trust me. We have discuss this all week long, we are going to become a totally different team.

Lucifer.. What do you think about Goth. The man had resources of fighting the New Breed of Society and the KGB,maybe we could ask his opinion on either group.

Doomsday.. I agree he is a huge resource.

Doomsday picks himself up off the floor.

Lucifer.. You know we should start a group with Goth just us. Maybe we could really do some damage then.

Doomsday.. I do not know if Goth he would go for it. But as you said before, he knows things and that would be helpful to us.

Lucifer walks by a locker and puts his foot right through it.

Lucifer.. Big man, we need to go out there and take care of business.

Doomsday.. I hope I made the right decision and decide to stay around.

Lucifer.. Trust me, you made the right decision and we will win those tag team titles.

Doomsday.. However tonight Jackson and Mask, we must beat them because if we do not, we will never ever get close to those titles.

Lucifer.. We will because Frostbite owes us one.

Doomsday laughs.

Doomsday.. We shall see about that one. But tonight we go out there and we earn it.

Lucifer.. We need to bring tag team wrestling back.

Doomsday.. I agree big man, and we will. Tonight we show them that tag team wrestling is not dead.

Lucifer.. We will show Rally and Tuxedo that we are the best team in this company.

Doomsday walks over and slaps Lucifer hard on his chest as that shot can be heard all over the locker room.

Lucifer.. Well big man, let's take care of business.

Doomsday.. Tonight we bring tag team wrestling back to the fore front and those tag team titles will follow.

The two walks out of the locker room as we head back to ringside.

[SWAT Team]

["Just A Little" by Liberty X plays and the audience cheers as Sabrina Sinstone jogs down to the ring, slapping some fans hands along the way]

Jeremy Tucker: We last saw Sabrina Sinstone back in October in that barbed wire battle royal at Hardkore Helloween in North Carolina.

Andrew Fulton: Won by our Founder, "The Mad Dog of Melbourne" Paul Soutter.

Jeremy Tucker: Now she is back in SWAT and looking to take out Savage, and get a shot at SWAT Amazons Champion "The Jersey Devil Diva" Joanne Canelli.

Frank Salazar: "Hello ladies and gentleman, welcome to the The Olympic Stadium of Athens! The first match is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit. Featuring first, from Las Vegas, Nevada; Standing 5 feet 8 inches tall; Weighing 130 pounds...SABRINA SINSTONE!!!"

[The audience gives her some mild applause. "Angry Again" by Megadeth plays and Savage walks out with her brother behind her, serving as a bodyguard. She jaws with the Greek crowd, threatening a few of them until she gets into the ring]

Jeremy Tucker: And here comes the newcomer, Savage. She grew up on the mean streets of Pittsburgh where she did a lot of back yard wrestling.

Andrew Fulton: Well, that should help her out if anyone wants to rock bottom her onto a mattress.

Jeremy Tucker: She says she comes from a broken home, so she's a very angry person who likes to take things out on her fellow opponents. Savage relates with bikers the best and rides with a group.

Andrew Fulton: Who's that bugger in the denim and chain wallet?

Jeremy Tucker: That's her brother, I don't know his name, but he's clearly her security guard and has her back.

Frank Salazar: "Her opponent is from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania; She stands 5 feet 10 inches tall; and Weighs 180 pounds...SAVAGE!!!"

[The Olympic Stadium boos. Tommy Mulligan signals for the bell as Savage's brother steps through the ropes to the floor below]

Jeremy Tucker: Savage and Sabrina Sinstone lock up in a collar and elbow tie up, and Savage grabs a headlock.

Andrew Fulton: Sinstone pushes her off into the ropes but then does a drop down, Savage steps over her into the ropes, and Sinstone leapfrogs over her.

Jeremy Tucker: Savage comes back from the ropes and ducks under a clothesline. Sabrina Sinstone bounces off the ropes, and Savage backdrops her high into the lights!

[Sabrina Sinstone sits up, arching her back in pain. Savage's eyes light up and she pulls Sinstone up into a cobra clutch]

Jeremy Tucker: Savage pulls back on Sinstone's wrist, while putting pressure on the back of her neck with her hands. She thrashes her from side to side until she whips her out into a cobra clutch slam!!

[The fans boo. Savage pulls Sinstone up by the hair and backs her into a corner, then lays some chops into her chest. The Olympic Stadium starts "Woo"ing]

Jeremy Tucker: Sabrina Sinstone now returning with some chops of her own. She irish whips Savage into the corner, then charges in with a monkey flip!

[The Greek audience applauds. Sabrina Sinstone is on fire, and irish whips Savage into the ropes. She dips down for a backdrop but Savage grabs her and DDTs her head into the mat! The cheers turn to jeers, as Savage's brother applauds at ringside]

Andrew Fulton: Whoever that bloke is enjoyed it.

Jeremy Tucker: Savage says she comes from a violent past and came to SWAT because she gets paid to hurt people.

Andrew Fulton: Perfect. She sounds lovely.

Jeremy Tucker: Savage pulls Sabrina Sinstone up into a suplex, and then drops her on her head with a brainbuster!

[Savage goes into the opposite corner and motions for Sabrina Sinstone to get up to her feet]

Jeremy Tucker: Savage with a Striking Spear!!

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

[ "Angry Again" by Megadeth plays and the audience boos. Tommy Milligan raises Savage's arm but she rips it away]

Frank Salazar: "THE WINNER OF THE MATCH...SAVAGE!!!"

[Savage rolls out of the ring, as her brother clears a path for her by smacking away the fans hands]

Jeremy Tucker: Savage with an impressive debut here in Greece!

Andrew Fulton: Who is that? You think it's her fella?

Jeremy Tucker: No, I told you, it's her brother.

Andrew Fulton: But you don't know his name?

Jeremy Tucker: No idea. Anyway, SWAT Amazons Champion "The Jersey Devil Diva" Joanne Canelli better be watching on a monitor somewhere, because this woman could be challenging for that title very soon.

Andrew Fulton: Not a problem, Jerry. Joanne's got plenty of goons behind her. Myself included!

Jeremy Tucker: You are a goon, I'll give you that.

Andrew Fulton: And I'll take it.

Jeremy Tucker: More action, coming up!

[thecomedian]

<We fade i to Rally Jackson and Tuxedo Mask in the wrestlers lounge of the locker room area.  Rally is opening up the fridge to see what is inside.>

Rally Jackson:  I don't know about you, man, but all this talk about tag teaming against the Devil's Rejects got me hungry.

<Rally comes across a pie labeled "property of CSK DO NOT TOUCH.">

Rally Jackson:  Oh this looks delicious.

<Rally drops his entire face into the pie.> 

Rally Jackson:  Oh did you want some?

Tuxedo Mask:  Wouldn't want to stain the tux.

Rally Jackson:  Right because you are Tuxedo Mask after all.

Tuxedo Mask:  That and I am wearing an actual tux.

Rally Jackson:  ::licking up the last bit::  I doubt that guy will mind.  We go way back.

Okay gameplan my tuxedo wearing friend, word is you have been in a bit of a slump.  And Jonnie has asked me to team up with you because I've been on a bit of a roll.

Tuxedo Mask:  Yes, jelly rolls, dinner rolls we are in agreement there.

Rally Jackson:  No seriously, I beat the one guy.  Then the other.  And I outperformed you in the battle royal.  Then I fought...

Tuxedo Mask:  ::interrupting::  Fought off your doctors about getting a gastric bypass?

Rally Jackson:  He's got jokes.

Tuxedo Mask:  ::reveals he has Rally's cellphone::  Not a joke.  I went through your voicemails.  ::tossing it back to Rally::  By the way, you still owe Trixie fifty bucks for the ::makes air quotes with his fingers::  "brown shower."

Rally Jackson:  She keeps going up in price.  Seriously guy, this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Tuxedo Mask:  We've been friends on myspace for fifteen years now.  Are you saying that was disingenuous?

Rally Jackson:  Jonnie and Syb are taking care of business with the top singles titles so we are tasked with holding down the tag team division.  We have a job to do.  We are part of a team.  I'm trying not to take it as an insult that I've been put in a position where my wrestling matches involve frequent breaks.

Tuxedo Mask:  I literally hear you in every single match you have been in complaining that you needed a break.

Rally Jackson:  Cake.  I needed chocolate cake.  

Either way Tuck, I've watched your last few matches.  I doubt I will be taking many breaks when we compete.  I feel like maybe you shouldn't have quit your day job as a gymnast.

<Rally opens back up the fridge and drinks a beverage that belongs to CSK.  Use your imagination.>

Tuxedo Mask:  My imagination tells me that was three penis wine.

Rally Jackson:  ::spits it out::  So Satan's boys are a couple seven foot near four hundred pounders...

Tuxedo Mask:  Oh so they almost weigh as much as you.

Rally Jackson:  Let's just say that with your gymnast body, if we went up against them in tug of war they'd still probably need another disciple to balance things out.

But Doomsday nearly retired in his last show.  So the kid is clearly on his way out.  His heart isn't in it.  I feel like we could probably push him over the ledge and get him all the way out the door.  

However, they were told they were going to get a title shot at the next show.  From where I'm sitting, I don't see it happening coming off a loss against us.  But they say they're going to get a shot at the title so I say we must take them at their word.  I personally think it will look great on our resumes if we could get a win over future title challengers.

Tuxedo Mask:  I'm going to give you a little spoiler Rally.  Satan's Disciples will not be getting a title shot at the next show.  They made that shit up.

Rally Jackson:  I dunno, I tried to follow what they were saying in their backstage segment but it all got so confusing.  Then Bruno appeared and I was just lost.  Bruno was a good guy though.  Back when he used to bounce at the strip clubs he was a good sport about cleaning crap off the vip room couches after I got done in there.

Tuxedo Mask:  Folks, I wish he wasn't being literal.

<Fade.>

[SWAT Team]

"Something For You" by David Rolfe begins to play through the PA System as all the lights don a golden shade as the circulate around the stage area.

DIRTY, SEXY, SLINKY THING
POWER OVER ALL WITH THE LOVE YOU BRING
SPINNING, FROM YOUR, MIND CONTROL
SHUFFLING AROUND THIS DEEP DEEP HOLE

That's when the man himself appears as he comes through the curtain, pausing at the top of the stage with a evilish smirk on his face whilst he looks out to the vast majority of fans in the building booing him. He just soaks it all in before making his way down to the ring. Hayden slides onto the ring apron and looks out to the crowd, flipping both middle fingers out to the many that boo him.

YOU ARE THE ONE
MAKES ME SCREAM AND SHOUT
I'VE GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU.
I CAN'T COMPETE
WHY YOU STILL HOLDING OUT
I'VE GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU!

He enters the ring through the middle ropes and stands in the middle of the ring, a singular golden spotlight shining down on Hayden as one finger is raised and his head is lowered. Hayden looks back up at the heated crowd and just smiles before heading into his corner.

Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall/ Introducing now, hailing from South London, England. Coming in at 5’11 and 210 pounds .... "The Miracle of South London" HAYDEN CALLAHAN!!!

The cold eyes of the Ultra Kira appear on the screen, yellow. They begin to glow a deep red before we see teeth and mouths where the eyes should be. We hear screams of billions of beings being wiped out in an instant. The heavy guitars and drums play as the lyrics begin. Ultra Kira emerges from a mountain of carcasses. He climbs down them and makes his way down the ramp way. The lights flash red as he continues going down towards the ring. He gets to the ring as by now the fans are singing in unison "Audience Killer Loop" He stands in the middle of the ring, eyes glowing, mouth emitting blood and smoke as he breaths heavy.

Frank Salazar : Annnd introducing his opponent, hailing from the Planet Ultra. Coming in at 6’ and 200 pounds .... ULTRA KIRA!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Referee Vick Mackey signals for the bell and this is one is under way. Two new comers here to SWAT, both looking to make a big first impression. They hook up and Hayden gets an early advantage, Ultra Kira went for an arm ringer, but Callahan just spun around and clocked him with a big spinning backfist!

Andrew Fulton : I like the cut of this guy Callahan, i have a real good feeling about him.

Jeremy Tucker : What about Ultra Kira, he is not of this world.

Andrew Fulton : The truth is out there Jerry. I once had an encounter with an extra terrestrial.

Jeremy Tucker : Callahan with a gut wrench suplex. Oh yeah?

Andrew Fulton : Yeah, we were on location in Thailand, and i found myself a little disorientated, unsure of my surroundings, there were there bright lights, and i followed them and what i saw, was certainly not of this world.

Jeremy Tucker : I know them lights, you probably got the extra testicle of the lady boys mixed up with the other world beings. Diving double knee drop from Callahan, Ultra Kira reeling.

Andrew Fulton : No no Jerry. That was another story you must have confused. So, i followed the lights, and i met the most amazing woman i have ever met in my life. We did everything. Anything you can imagine, we did. She then just vanished, disappeared right before my eyes, like teleported or something.

Jeremy Tucker : Probably you feel asleep and woke and he / she was gone. Either that or a dream. Discuss clothesline by Hayden.

Andrew Fulton : No. You’re not hearing me, i was in love! It was the single greatest night of my life, and one day, some how, some where, i will find her again.

Jeremy Tucker : Yeah yeah. That’s what you say about every woman you meet. Callahan goes for a knee drop, but Ultra Kira rolls out of the way.

Andrew Fulton : Ultra Kira rallying here, hooks Hayden ... SAITO SUPLEX!

Jeremy Tucker : Devastating manoeuvre! Ultra Kira follows it up and nails a series of Kawada kicks.

Andrew Fulton : What would you call them kicks Jerry? Do they study Martial arts outer space? Or is it like, Alien Arts?

Jeremy Tucker : How would i know? T BONE suplex! Ultra Kira with a big T Bone to Hayden, covers ..............

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

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

Th ... Hayden kicks out.

Andrew Fulton : Easy kick out there to Callahan, he moves like he belongs, look at him Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Right on que Callahan delivers a round house kick to Ultra Kira.

Andrew Fulton : DOUBLE UNDER HOOK BACK BREAKER! He just snapped Ultra’s back in two! I wonder if he has the same spine as us? We should get some of the SWAT quacks to give him a look over.

Jeremy Tucker : He is no test piece of meat! He is a SWAT Wrestler! He clutches at his back and Hayden nails him with a pull back neckbreaker! Ouch! Cover by Hayden.

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

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

Thr ... Ultra Kira gets a shoulder up.

Andrew Fulton : I read in my notes that Ultra Kira is here to find the evil that conquered his planet and rid the world of it, i think he should look no further than the Society of the New Breed.

Jeremy Tucker : (scoffs) More like our acting Commiss and X Crown Champ Zoran!

Andrew Fulton : For all you know Jerry, Zoran could be beloved in other galaxies. You should not be so presumptuous.

Jeremy Tucker : What ever. Hayden Callahan with a discuss clothesline, spins Ultra Kira inside out!

Andrew Fulton : He thought he was back on the space ship for a moment there.

Jeremy Tucker : Hayden whips Kira to the ropes, ウルトラ頭突き (Urutora Zudzuki)! Ultra Kira springboards off the ropes and nails Hayden with a wicked Head butt!

Andrew Fulton : That was out of this world!

Jeremy Tucker : Give it a rest will you. Ultra Kira locks on a Boston Crab. Hayden is clawing for the ropes, Mackey asking him if he will submit and he glares at the ref with disdain. Hayden then reaches out a finger tip and makes it to the ropes.

Andrew Fulton : Vick Mackey calling for the break, and Ultra Kira responds. Whatever world he is from never taught him to wait for the 4 count.

Jeremy Tucker : HAMMERLOCK LARIOT! Hayden Callahan with a mad hammerlock Lariot! Follows it up immediately ... SPIKE BRAINBUSTER!!!! Wow!

Andrew Fulton : This one is OVER!

Jeremy Tucker : Callahan not going for a cover, this could prove to be a mistake. DYING LIGHT!!! (Shining wizard) Nailed it perfectly!

Andrew Fulton : What a debut by Callahan, he is now making an example of Ultra Kira and in doing so, putting the rest of SWAT on notice.

Jeremy Tucker : Callahan puts his hands together and points them like a gun trigger at Ultra Kira ..... DEAD BY DAYLIGHT!!! (Hammerlock Cross Rhodes) Cover by Callahan.

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

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

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

Andrew Fulton : Tremendous victory to Hayden Callahan, i tell you Jerry, that is one hell of a debut, real note worthy, more than note worthy. Bloody impressive!

Jeremy Tucker : Agreed!

Frank Salazar “ WINNER OF THE MATCH .... HAYDEN CALLAHAN!!!!

[Jonnie Valentine]

[Open on the 2020 Supreme Cat Show held at the National Exhibition Centre, in Birmingham, England. Two English announcers are covering the top cat show in Europe]


Nan Creswell: Hello, and welcome back to the Supreme Cat Show here on BBC1. We are here at the wonderful NEC, in Birmingham. I am Nan Creswell, and my co-host as always is Sir Roger Gregson. 


Sir Roger Gregson: Hmm? Yes. Quite. 


Nan Creswell: Before the break, we saw a splendid Blue Persian male neuter that I think may run away with this entire thing, don't you think so, Roger?


Sir Roger Gregson:Hmm? Oh yes. Magnificent animal. I was drawn to it's gossamer coat and stern haunches. 


Nan Creswell: Well Roger, we are in for a treat as 2017 and 2019 Cat Fancy Owner of the Year, "Top Guy" Jonnie Valentine is here with his Tortoiseshell American Shorthair, Cat Catterson. 


["Top Guy" Jonnie Valentine walks out holding his cat, stroking her healthy coat as she disdainfully looks at her pathetic admirers]


Sir Roger Gregson: My word, if it is possible, Cat Catterson has some gotten more stunning as time has gone by. She is possibly God's only perfect creature and I feel somewhat insignificant in her presence, as I'm sure you no doubt do as well, Nan?


Nan Creswell: Oh quite, Roger. One wonders what joke our creator has played on us, to mock us with the existence of such a celestial being. 


Sir Roger Gregson: Why if I had my druthers, Nan, I would spritz the other cats for thinking they had any business questioning Cat Catterson's rightful throne as Queen of the Cats. 


Nan Creswell: Oh Roger, I say. 


Sir Roger Gregson: Good God, Nan, look at that firm chin and a square snout! Open your eyes and see that perfectly sculpted neck, those large rounded paws! A good spritz, I say! 


Nan Creswell: Roger, I'm terribly sorry to interrupt but there seems to be a man entering the field of play, and is approaching Mr. Valentine!! 


Sir Roger Gregson: Egads! It's one of Cat Catterson's crazed fans! Probably from that infernal cult that worships her. Thank heavens Jonnie has got "Golden God" Rally Jackson protecting him! 


Nan Creswell: But where is he??


110% Syberus: You wanted to meet here?


"Top Guy" Jonnie Valentine: Yeah. 


110% Syberus: Where's Rally?


Jonnie Valentine: I don't know. He said I might not see him because he's doing reconnaissance but he just posted a video from his hotel bathtub so I dunno.  


110% Syberus: Hello, Cat Catterson. How's the competition this year?


Jonnie Valentine: Even worse than last year. It's like cats aren't even born right anymore? You know? Like not to be mean, but...


110% Syberus: No, I totally get it. 


Jonnie Valentine: Right? Ok. I really need this going into Greece. I've wrestled maybe one time in Greece back in Gorgeous Greg's ACE Europe back in the 90s, so I want to make it memorable, but CSK is a great wrestler. Probably the best I've faced since I became champion. 


110% Syberus: To be fair, you've "wrestled" Goth and Tarrasque. 


Nan Creswell: They appear to be having a conversation of some type, Roger. 


Sir Roger Gregson: Harrumph, highly unusual, but this could be some sort of unorthodox showmanship from the Bad Boy of Cat Shows, Jonnie Valentine! 


Nan Creswell: Indeed! 


Jonnie Valentine: Exactly. The past few months I've been ducking chairs and trying to avoid being eaten. Christian Sebastian Kennedy is a totally different animal. He's wrestled all over, and can catch you with anything in his arsenal that will knock you for a three second loop. But if I can get this win here at Supreme Cat Show maybe it could give me the momentum I need to outlast him. 


110% Syberus: Solid plan. 


Nan Creswell: Roger, there is now a large portly fellow running onto the scene! 


Sir Roger Gregson: Good gracious, I ask again where is Jonnie's personal security, "The Golden God" Rally Jackson? I can only imagine he is lulling them both into a false sense of security? 


Ronnie the Merch Guy: (panting) Kid! Cat Catterson! I've been callin ya for hours!


Jonnie Valentine: Ronnie, I'm in the middle of an International Cat Show. Be real, man. 


110% Syberus: Honestly, Ronnie. 


Nan Creswell: There's now a gentleman, in a suit, rollerskating towards the three of them! Have you ever seen such a thing, Roger? 


Sir Roger Gregson: It's quite rare, but not unheard of, Nan. 


Greg the Assistant: Did you tell him? 


Ronnie the Merch Guy: No, I've been calling him, he ain't been answerin. 


Greg the Assistant: You've got about 5 minutes before TMZ is all over this place.


Jonnie Valentine: What is it? 


Ronnie the Merch Guy: You got da Thundercats movie. You're the new Lion O.


Jonnie Valentine: What???


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Yep, Val Kilmer dropped out to do the Voltron movie. 


Jonnie Valentine: I'm outside my body right now. 


110% Syberus: Steady. 


Ronnie the Merch Guy: You know what this means, kid? Happy Meals. Video Games. Theme Park Ride voiceovers. 


Jonnie Valentine: "Welcome to Thundercats: The Ride. Please keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times. We are not responsible for lost items."


Greg the Assistant: Chills, sir. 


Ronnie the Merch Guy: (takes cigar out of his mouth) And, I'm not supposed to tell you, but it's already got Oscar buzz. The rumor is they're going to make Lion O bisexual. 


Jonnie Valentine: Don't toy with me, Ronnie. 


Ronnie the Merch Guy: (puts cigar back in his mouth) Kid, I would never do dat. 


Greg the Assistant: Congratulations, sir. 


Jonnie Valentine: This is all happening so fast. 


Edmund Rawlinson: On behalf of the power of the International Cat Association, and the editors of Cat Fancy, it gives me great honor to award Cat Catterson with the 2020 Award for Cat of the...


Jonnie Valentine: (grabs the blue ribbon out of his hand) Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thanks, super surprised, all that, I mean, what do I do, Ronnie? I have a SWAT World Heavyweight Championship match against one of the top wrestlers there is. What am I supposed to be doing? I should be doing something, right? 


Ronnie the Merch Guy: Take a breath, kid. First things, first. Dey need you to do the photoshoots for the sequels. Dat mean ya gotta get fitted for the make up. They got da same guy that drove Jim Carrey insane for The Grinch. 


Greg the Assistant: Ooh, I hear he's good. Jim Carrey was never the same. 


Jonnie Valentine: (laughs nervously) Oh, that could have been all the venereal disease...right? 


110% Syberus: Absolutely. You should be fine. 


Greg the Assistant: Totally fine. 


Jonnie Valentine: Here....can you hold this? 


[Jonnie hands Ronnie the Merch Guy his 2020 Supreme Cat Show Cat of the Year Award]

Jonnie Valentine: And Greg? Can...


Greg the Assistant: Absolutely. Baby girl? 


[Greg takes Cat Catterson]


Greg the Assistant: We're gonna watch movies, celebrate this Queen's victory. 


Jonnie Valentine: Thanks so much, Greg. What would I do without you? Can you believe this guy? 


110% Syberus: One in a million. 


Jonnie Valentine: (to Syberus) I can't handle this. I mean 5 Thundercats movies and a match with Christian Sebastian Kennedy? 


110% Syberus: (shaking Jonnie's shoulders) I've got you. Listen. First of all, it's probably more like 7 movies and an animated series. 


[Jonnie goes weak in the knees, but Ronnie the Merch Guy catches him before he faints to the ground]


110% Syberus: Listen, you're "Top Guy" Jonnie Valentine! You're SWAT World Heavyweight Champion. You've won...some sort of cat ribbon. You can do this. 


Jonnie Valentine: You know what? You're right. Ronnie? Tell my coke guy to meet me in makeup on the Universal lot. 


Greg the Assistant: Already done. 


110% Syberus: Greg's the best. 


Nan Creswell: And that's the thrilling finale of the 2020 Cat Supreme Cat Show here at the National Exhibition Centre, in Birmingham on BBC1. I can't remember a more climactic ending, can you Roger? 


Sir Roger Gregson: Hmm? Yes. Quite. 

[eddied]

(Cave by Muse blares and Eddie D walks out with a black and white montage video playing on the screens of him weight training, hitting his favorite moves on people and the SWAT wrestling logo flashing up in negative to the beat of the music.)

(Eddie walks out in his wrestling attire, but wielding his trusty baseball bat. Too hot for the black duster coat on a hot evening in Greece.
He threatens a rude fan with the bat, tears up a Syberus poster on his way to the ring, a fan lunges at Eddie and security get involved,
Eddie shouts “Sorry I’m late buddy I was rolling off your wife; you’re old lady’s flabby hairy titties sure took some sucking”;
Security have the situation under control as Eddie walks confidently and slowly to the ring.
Raises his hands to accept the praise he feels he is due as he mounts the steps, but the crowd erupt in a chorus of boos and jeers.)

EDDIE: Tonight will be one hell of a show folks, but let me start by bringing you people up to date; the story so far.

Last time out… LOVE HURTS… and yes it damned well did folks; in several obvious ways.

The Paris crowd were arseholes, Syberus slunk away with the gold and I bled for nothing. NOTHING!

What did I earn for the blood, the sweat and the fortitude?!

Yes, I got the match I asked the office for and my challenge was accepted, but here I am tonight at the shallow end of the mid-card?
I know for a fact that a lot of you people only came here tonight to see a Graeco-Roman slobberknocker between Mr Bones, Trent Jones and me. Why isn’t this reflected on the card? Do they think we’re kids? We’re a little old to be treated with a sink or swim place on the card. I took off my rubber armbands and stopped using kiddy floats… months ago. I think the powers that be should have trusted us to open up the Olympic size pool, tell the life guard to take the night off, take away the lane dividers, fire that starter’s pistol and let us professionals make the big splash and dash that brings in the cash.

There’s no point signing the petition now, or starting the #MaineventEddie hashtag. That’s just tasteless and beneath you as a crowd. Shame on you for even thinking it… I guess I’ll just have to get in the queue and take a ticket. The Greek Tragedy here is that the powers that be don’t seem to see me as contender to follow up with the knuckle shaped delivery that Syberus’ face is crying out for. Patience and compliance have never really been my way, but new Fed, new office, new ways of making an impression.
I certainly made an impression on you lucky, lucky people. Getting to enjoy what strength personified looks like. The Big Deal around here thanks you for coming.

(Eddie levels his baseball bat at shoulder height and pointing out at the crowd sweeps it around to include them all. Eddie paces around the ring seemingly enjoying the boos; he winks at a young woman in the front row and blows a mock kiss at an angry fan just to antagonise them more and chuckles at how irate they got. The crowd boo heartily.)

EDDIE: I will try to be respectful of the seeding system around here, respectful to the old heads in the back waiting on the same shots I have my eyes on, but there’s no denying my rebellious side sometimes. If the opportunity arises, I will commit the ultimate British taboo… I’ll jump the queue and knock Syberus the fuck out.

Trent Jones, Mr Bones, I have fought in SWAT one on one here and kicked arse, but it wasn’t the test I needed to establish myself. A three-way dance loss and a good Royal Rumble finish doesn’t really set the world on fire. Sadly for you Trent Jones, this particular episode of Bones ends with you on the pathologists slab with no doubt who put you there and why. Tonight will be a brutality benchmark for the rest of the Fed to be measured against. You messed with my chances of early International title glory once too often. It all ends tonight.
 
But a good friend of mine taught me a valuable lesson. When you already have a belt-carrying past and you have a connection with the crowd you don’t need to win every match or hold the belt. Win lose or no contest; if they buy a ticket because they WANT to see you shout and fight, if they NEED to see you dish out a beating or take a pounding then you have earnt your pay. Belts are just a bonus.

Don’t think that a multi-million bank balance, a 173-0 win streak or 25 World Titles career tally was something I was ever going to measure my career by even when I set out. Hogan, Goldberg and Flair are not the role models wrestling fans should look up to. Arn Anderson, Scott Hall and Roddy Piper were my heroes. They never won the world heavyweight title, but do you know their names? Does anyone doubt they could wrestle? Does anyone doubt their contribution to every Federation they fought in? Well I judge myself by those industry standards.

Don’t misunderstand me, I want to see a SWAT logoed golden strap on my shoulder. I am a cups half full kinda guy and to have already had a title shot this early was certainly appreciated. I want to build on my legacy, but if anyone thinks that by getting a win over me you have finished my career? , that you have crushed my resolve? , they are surely mistaken and in for the shock of their God damned life.

You can bet your butt that the buy rates and the ratings are up since I joined, and I am claiming my part in that. It’s not a coincidence. This place was thriving before me and no one is irreplaceable, but I know my worth and you stinking fans should show me the respect I deserve.

I am THE Big Deal around here.

The sooner you get behind me and cheer my successes the happier your mundane deadbeat lives will appear.
Let me be the champion of your escapism. Let me be your inspiration, someone that you wrongly think you could be as big, strong and talented as one day. You’ll never get this good.
There’s nothing wrong with letting unattainable goals stretch you into meeting your meager potential. As you reach as high as your bowlegs and stubby arms will take you don’t worry that you are still not worthy of polishing my boots.
Just remember that you are a better version of yourself for striving and failing miserably, than the loser version of yourself that sat on your couch at home, in your underpants eating cheese puffs, dreaming of being THE Big Deal Eddie D.

All you backward Athenian bastards, still praying to your Gods with their incest and bestiality filled stories, you all owe me a debt of gratitude for turning up in the arse end of Europe tonight. And everyone know’s how good you Greeks are at paying your debts don’t we.

Trent Jones!!?
The GODs of Fucking Olympus!!!?

BRING…. IT….. ON!

(The scene ends as Eddie leaves the ring to a chorus of boos and heads up the aisle.)

[edwarddubin0604]

(Team Fairtex is in their locker room finishing warming up and are now putting on their KGB hoodies and caps as the door opens and Warren W. Webber enters the locker room.)

WWW: "Team Fairtex you're set to defend your SWAT World Tag Team Championships against your former allies Psychotic Goth
and Vampira."

Tong Fairtex: "Hey we said we would defend against anybody at anytime and anywhere and tonight is no exception. We know both of them and they're good but not that good."

Phantam Fairtex: "Now don't get us wrong we know these two and they are dangerous but so are we."

WWW: "You know Psychotic Goth was co-holder of the Hardkore Britain tag Team Championships several times with Bryan Warrior. That shows he was a tag team champion."

Tong Fairtex: "That was long ago in a country far, far away and in another decade. This is the present and the reality of this situation is that we're in SWAT and right now we're the current SWAT World Tag Team Champions."

Phantam Fairtex: "You can't beat that or even us."

WWW: "Well Satan's Disciples came close to defeating you a few months ago."

Tong Fairtex: "Listen Warren those two giant muscle heads seem to be thinking that they're future tag team champion material. Well let us tell you something and listen good if the wax in your ears or worse the bells are still ringing in those ears making you tone deaf. You aren't worthy for another shot at our titles and you never will be."

Phantam Fairtex: "Unless Commissioner Zorba the Moron really hates us and the KGB which we know that piece of shit does.
He'll agree to any match as long as he can get back at us for Alex Turner assisting him in destroying that walking zombie Radu Matei. Yet he still takes credit for Turner's work."

WWW: "You recently lost to LGBTKO when you were vying for the XHF Global Tag Team Championships."

Tong Fairtex: "That was a damned fluke and you know it and we know it. You see we were dominating those freaks and they knew it but won't admit it. Well you better listen and listen good. We'll be back in that title hunt again and when we get that title shot we're going to kick their asses and do it in a dominating manner."

Phantam Fairtex: "Oh and we'll do it decisively."

WWW: "Doesn't your loss to LGBTKO prove you were cursed by Psychotic Goth and Vampira."

Tong Fairtex: "That proves nothing and you know it and we know it. We were coming off a brutal six-man battle and you know it but we won't make excuses and blame everyone else but ourselves."

Phantam Fairtex: "But that's an open question to answer in the future."

WWW: "Getting back to your championship defense Psychotic Goth and Vampira vowed to make you pay by not only defeating you but sacrificing you on a blood soaked altar."

Phantam Fairtex: "Oh that's a good one brother Tong. They want to play culties with us and try to sacrifice us on their fantasy altar."

Tong Fairtex: "Sorry it won't happen anytime soon as much as you would love to see that happen Warren. You see we're going to be the SWAT World Tag Team Champions for as long as we want to and nobody is going to tell us differently."

WWW: "What if Frostbite convinces you to give them a title shot."

Tong Fairtex: "Frostbite s always up to something and this is no exception. He always finds ways to get even with those who did him wrong and this is no exception."

WWW: "Aren't you included in this too."

Tong Fairtex: "No we're on the same side and he's KGB. We stick together and screw everyone else and KGB follows orders from the boss and the boss tells us what to do and how to do it and we follow right behind him."

Phantam Fairtex: "The boss writes the checks that we deposit in the bank and the boss shows us the money."

Tong Fairtex: "Now we still know Satan's Disciples will try to whine and bitch about not getting another title shot at us and will do everything short of taking a cheap shot at us before, during and or after our disposing of our former ally. So we're going to take that excuse out of your hands. You manage to get through us in the ANZAC Cup Tournament and that's going totake a bunch of miracles."

Phantam Fairtex: "Let's make it even more interesting Satan's Disciples. We'll make you this rare offer and that's this. You can have your title shot whether you get past us or not it doesn't matter. What matters is this and so listen carefully. You'll get a title shot at our championships. We'll even put it in writing just to shut you two crybabies up."

Tong Fairtex: "Does that shut you up about not getting a shot at us Satan's Disciples being that your consultant Psychotic Goth and his wife Vampira won't help you with any good advice since he doesn't have the brains to even do that
right without screwing it up."

WWW: "Psychotic Goth and Vampira plan to kill you for those tag team titles."

Tong Fairtex: "Like that's going to happen any time soon whether then, now or in the future. Seriously, Psychotic Goth's chances at beating us is the same as their chances of ever beating the much superior 'Timeless' Alex Turner and his wife Roxylishus."

Phantam Fairtex: "Which is nill to none we might add."

Tong Fairtex: "Just like Satan's Disciples who will never end their well deserved losing streak. However, right now we're going to prove why we're the best team in SWAT and why we're excellence personified and tonight Team Fairtex is going to put our former friends and allies Psychotic Goth and Vampira six feet under along with their friends Satan's Disciples after that. Tonight it's going to be their Greek tragedy at Battleground. So good luck and give it your best shot but it's still not going to be good enough."

Phantam Fairtex: "Interview over and we're out of here."

(They leave as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Here we have it folks. Quite the contest in the making.

Andrew Fulton : Well it’s not Radu Matei Vs Joe Pesci, but it will do as a filler I guess.

The opening of the Game’s “One Blood” hits the pa system and El Combatiente follows his manager Javier onto the stage. They look around soaking up there surrounding until El Combatiente breaks into a full sprint for the ring and slides in. Javier slowly walks to ringside and takes his position at ringside as El Combatiente stretches in the ring preparing for his match to begin.

Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first, hailing from South Los Angeles, CA. Coming in at 5’9 and 219 pounds .... EL COMBATIENTE!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Come on Andrew, you can muster a bit of respect for these guys can’t you?... El Combatiente has impressed me in patches of late, he’s quite the high flyer.

Andrew Fulton : Yep his head is certainly in the clouds.

Jeremy Tucker : El Combatiente looks all business to me tonight.

Andrew Fulton : Looks like we’re headed for another recession…

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

Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from Boulder, Colorado. Coming in at 6’2 and 225 pounds ....representing the KGB ..... The Cold Hearted Bastard .... FROSTBITE!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Well the referee is checking their boots, laying down the law and calling for the bell to get us underway…

Andrew Fulton : Let me take the reins Jerry … Frostbite has taken an immediate dislike to Javier being at ringside… Frostbite has left the ring and is following a rather worried Javier around the ring… El Combatiente lets out a huge whistle… even heard over the crowd… Frostbite focuses back on El Combatiente… El Combatiente throws Frostbite a shove it sign and gives him the finger... Frostbite dives into the ring... El Combatiente stamps on Frostbite as he comes in... Frostbite doesn't seem to feel the blows... El Combatiente lays in some big punches and a side kick on Frostbite... Frostbite keeps coming... El Combatiente kicks Frostbite to the guts... Frostbite doubles up … El Combatiente goes for a DDT... Frostbite powers up, grips El Combatiente around the waist and turns it into a Northern lights suplex... Hold the cradle for the cover

…1 … and a quick kick out …

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite rolls away holding his guts after the kick moments ago … El Combatiente is slow to get up also… Frostbite drags El Combatiente up... knees him to the guts... forearms him across the back of the neck... El Combatiente goes down to one knee but gets back up... Frostbite whips El Combatiente around ... Spinning Belly to Belly Suplex! ... Frostbite covers …

…1 … 2… kick out! …

Andrew Fulton : Frostbite gets back up and waits in the opposite corner ... El Combatiente gets up holding his back ... El Combatiente turns around ... Frostbite sprints across the ring for a Spear!? ... El Combatiente dives down and trip toe holds Frostbite into the turnbuckles ... Frostbite and El Combatiente drag themselves up ... El Combatiente whips Frostbite into the ropes ... Frostbite reverses ... El Combatiente comes off the ropes and they meet in a huge shoulder block… Neither Frostbite nor El Combatiente went down ... they're just staring each other out ... El Combatiente runs off the ropes and hits Frostbite with a shoulder block ... Frostbite doesn't move ... he just snorts his defiance ... El Combatiente hits the ropes again ... Frostbite comes off the ropes too ... Double clothesline!!!!...

Jeremy Tucker : Both men are down for now ... El Combatiente and Frostbite get back to their feet slowly ... El Combatiente hits some open hand thrusts and some huge overhand chops ... Frostbite drops to one knee ... El Combatiente continues with more punches ... Frostbite roars his frustration at not blocking enough of the incoming blows and erupts up at his opponent… He rolls El Combatiente into a small package...

…1 ... 2... El Combatiente manages to roll the package over…

Frostbite is being pinned now... the referee counts…

… 1... 2... Frostbite manages to roll the package into the ropes...

The referee calls the break ... Frostbite and El Combatiente fall out of hold and slowly get back up ... Frostbite punches El Combatiente ... El Combatiente kicks back ... Frostbite chops back ... El Combatiente chops back ... the high pace of the match is beginning to tell ... How are they both on their feet?!

Frostbite double chops El Combatiente clean off his feet! El Combatiente starts to get up ... Frostbite walks over to follow up and straight into a low blow ...

Andrew Fulton : … the low blow ... the final act of a desperate man Jeremy.

Jeremy Tucker : And how many times have you referred to a low blow from your favourite stars as “The great equalizer” or “The great leveller”?

Andrew Fulton : Really not sure that’s the point Jerry, or the time for this type of nonsensical debate…

Jeremy Tucker : … El Combatiente pulls Frostbite back up ... Whips him into the ropes … Frostbite rebounds at quite a pace … Flying Headscissors takedown!! Frostbite felt all of that…

Andrew Fulton : Are you sure? He’s probably still cross-eyed with pain from that shot to the crotch…

Jeremy Tucker : … El Combatiente pulls Frostbite back up ... Whips him into the turnbuckles … But Frostbite reverses sending El Combatiente into the corner … What’s this?!... El Combatiente leaps on the top turnbuckle as he’s whipped in and back flips over Frostbite!… Frostbite on the follow up charge, just meets turnbuckles and pain … Frostbite is dazed but staggers away from the corner swinging big fists … El Combatiente ducks one haymacker, then another and whips Frostbite into the ropes … Frostbite rebounds … High crossbody center ring and a cover ….

…1 … 2… kick out! …

El Combatiente gets back up frustrated and at an electric pace ... El Combatiente into the ropes while Frostbite is still down … El Combatiente scales the ropes and launches back…Moonsault!! And a beauty… He covers…

…1 … 2… kick out! …

… El Combatiente pauses for breath … pulls Frostbite back up ... Hits THE SLICED BREAD!!!! (Standing backflip cutter)

…1 … 2… foot on the rope from Frostbite! …

Andrew Fulton : Well I thought that would end it right there … El Combatiente has got to go for his big finish … It don’t matter if he’s still on the offensive, I don’t know if anyone can keep going this fast, for this long, without blowing up themselves…

Jeremy Tucker : El Combatiente seems to have got your message … El Combatiente gestures to his fans that he’s going for his finisher Frostbite staggers up to his feet … El Combatiente locks his arms back to back with Frostbite … lifting Frostbite for the Street Justice!!.... but no … El Combatiente hasn’t lifted him .… Frostbite manages to twist and reverse … Frostbite lifts El Combatiente … Vertibreaker of his own!!!!...

Andrew Fulton : Stealing another man’s finisher … the final act of a desperate man Jerry…

Jeremy Tucker : I thought you said the low blow was the final act of a desperate man?

Andrew Fulton : There are different levels of desperation Jerry and this is not the time for this type of nonsensical debate ...

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite is still not following up though after El Combatiente’s onslaught … El Combatiente is up first holding his back and neck … El Combatiente drags Frostbite up and leaves him struggling to stand in the centre of the ring … El Combatiente hits the ropes and leaps up to hit a hurricanrana!... but no!... Frostbite has caught him… Powerbomb by Frostbite!!... This match has turned on its head…

Andrew Fulton : … and poor old El Combatiente just got dropped on his …

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite is still not following up … This match has taken a lot out of both men … El Combatiente drags himself up using the ropes … El Combatiente grabs Frostbite and tries to go for a suplex … Frostbite hooks a leg to block the attempt to lift him … El Combatiente winces in pain … The vertibreaker and powerbomb have taken their toll … Frostbite grips a fistful of tights and lifts El Combatiente into the vertical instead ... SNOWSTORM!!! (Front brainbuster)

…1 … 2… 3!!!!!!!!

Frank Salazar :Winner by pinfall FROSTBITE!!!

[anthonycaffrey]

The camera opens on the man who should be the SWAT International Champion, Anthony Caffrey. He is dressed in a dark leather jacket, popping out harshly against a brightly lit store.

“You’re telling me I’m going to lose all my pictures and shit?”

He is certainly not amused. It’s a cellphone store. The branding of the store itself is hard to ascertain but it’s one of the major carriers. Across the way from the veteran is a calm and collected techie who is dwarfed in size by the 6’4” Caffrey.

“Unless you’ve backed them up to the Cloud… which looking here… it says your iPhone was last backed up to the Cloud on May 15th, 2018. Kind of impressive, really. Most people either never back it up or back it up as much as possible. How did you even do this?”

Caffrey angrily looks at the tech nerd trying to make light of the situation at hand. Caffrey looks like he could rip his iPhone out of the nerd’s hand and beat him with it. He attempts to put his anger away, asking another simple question.

“I’m going to have to remember all my passwords to get back into these apps, aren’t I?”

“Assuming they all aren’t ‘password’, yes.”

Caffrey moves one of his hands beneath the counter, out of the technician’s eyesight. It is balled up into a fist, not unlike a certain popular Internet meme. He tongues around the inside of his mouth before looking back up at the man.

“Are you done?”

The techie quickly brings an abrupt end to his jokes as he realizes that Caffrey is about two more poor jokes away from shoving his cellphone up his ass.

“Well, I mean… there is another option, but it may take some time…”

Caffrey pounds his fingers on the counter in front of him, anxiously attempting to make any kind of decision. He comes to his conclusion, with a caveat.

“I have to catch a plane to Athens tomorrow morning, I’m already late. Let’s just… get the new phone up and running. Can I look through my old one while I wait?”

“Sure thing, sir. With the liquid glass addition, it’ll just be a few minutes.”

“What the hell is liquid glass?”

“It’s a chemical reaction where we pour on this--”

Caffrey’s eyes already look like they’re about to fall out of his head and get kicked out into the street by one of the unsupervised kids running around the store.

“--y’know, forget I asked.”

The two men exchange a glance as Caffrey takes his old iPhone back from the techie. He finds himself a spot towards the back of the store, away from the crowds of people shopping for the newest and greatest devices. He scratches his beard as his finger begins rapidly searching away on his phone for what he’s looking for.

“Where the hell is it… goddamnit, the great Anthony Caffrey, good at everything else on Planet Earth, kind of shit at phones. I can hear the almighty Seth Dillinger banging away at his blog in between smoking joints and joining into LGBTKO circlejerks to use 500 words and three stupid JIFs to call me a neophyte.”

He looks up from his phone.

“Yes, I’m aware of how it’s correctly pronounced. Yes, I’m pronouncing it JIF anyway. Die mad about it.”

Caffrey takes a bit of pleasure in trolling the Internet-savvy generation watching this segment. His pleasure quickly turns to disdain for Seth.

“You don’t see me walking down to the AWF to interfere with his business there. The Network should suspend him! His actions are heinous and betray the very notion of being the ‘Key’ to the Network, whatever the fuck that means. A good guy does not attempt to beat down a man after a hard-fought match like that!”

Caffrey isn’t even delivering this speech sarcastically. He 110% believes what he’s saying, purposely missing the irony.

“You’re not going to see me poking my head into his title match with Natasha. I hope she rips his arms off and chokes him with them, but I will not be there. We all know Natasha’s fighting in my spot. A title match that -- by all intents and purposes -- should have been mine, but…”

He takes a few seconds to lick his lips and look back up to the camera. He throws a finger up to pause his thoughts.

“...y’know, not the only title match that should have been mine. Timeless gets an International title shot tonight? What’d he do to deserve one? Lose to me? What did Tarresque do to deserve a SWAT Heavyweight Championship match? Lose to me? Well shit! It’s almost like the Losers of the New Breed are hiding from me. Just like Seth was. Funny how the arenas, companies, and locations change, but the circumstances don’t.”

Caffrey sets his phone down for a few moments.

“We’re going to have to do something about that.”

A sinister smile graces Caffrey’s face.

“Mr. 110%... I know you’re trying your best to ignore your problems. I see you. We all see you. You and Jonnie Valentine are both rushing to see who can bury their head deepest in the sand. Both of you know you’re keeping my championships warm. Now Jonnie… for the time being, Jonnie seems to be excused. I’ve listened to Jonnie talk enough times to get that no, that dumbass actually doesn’t know better.”

Caffrey clears his throat and mimes writing on a piece of paper. He seems to be writing some kind of letter.

“Dear Jonathan, Mr. Anthony Caffrey would like to extend his deepest apologies. He did not know that when you got beaten with the ugly stick as a child that it also caused brain damage. Please accept this apology in the form of me not making your life miserable…”

He licks a finger.

“...yet.”

He smiles again.

“Sincerely yours, the guy who’s going to kick your friend’s ass for not delivering his championship per my request, Anthony.”

Caffrey shrugs before miming folding up the piece of paper as if he were to stuff it into an envelope. He moves back to his target.

“Syberus, I had one and only one simple request. It was not a hard request. I did not ask you to almost break your damn neck taking a piledriver from Trent in an effort to defend my championship from him and Fatboy Eddie. That was an undertaking of your own volition. Both of those assholes are still on my list, and since I seem to be getting thrown every member of the Cement Six to keep me from wrapping my hands around your ankle, it wasn’t necessary. I will kick their asses when I get around to it. When I finish getting this new phone, I will be sure to put it into my new calendar.”

Caffrey mimes writing again. It’s not a letter this time.

“Find time to kick Trent Jones and Eddie D’s asses.”

He mockingly looks satisfied with his work.

“Syberus, this is your last warning. This upcoming show is called Greek Tragedy. The Greek Tragedy does NOT have to be your ass being planted into the canvas. It does NOT have to be me ripping your ankles apart to the point where you have to spend a month relearning how to walk. It does NOT have to be me taking your championship by force. You can save yourself all this suffering if you just give me what is rightfully mine.”

He taps on his empty shoulder, ready to fill it back up with his championship gold.

“Now if you somehow need another example of what’s about to happen to you should you again choose not to comply -- as if me making you bleed all over my ring once wasn’t enough -- watch me make Alex Withers tap at the show.”

Caffrey grabs his phone and begins sliding up through it again, trying to find something.

“Alex… Alex buddy. I gave you a heartfelt speech. I thought I saw some of myself in you, and I spent time on that. I really dug down and honestly tried to warn you about all of the hubris you were displaying. I tried to show you the error of your ways at the Rumble… and how did you respond to me?”

The end of Caffrey’s sentence betrays his anger.

“You responded with the basic equivalent of TL;DR, you insultingly simple little jackass. Well, fuck you too. I hereby officially take back anything nice I said about you. You know who I’ll say those nice things about then? I’ll say ‘em about that Callahan guy.”

Caffrey points a finger at the camera.

“That’s right. You -- you the man who said I don’t shut my fucking mouth yet have been running yours since the moment you came in. You who immediately came in and tried to tell the world to kiss your ass and that they were beneath you. Real cute routine there. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say someone was taking notes.”

Caffrey’s smile isn’t of his usual sinister variety. In fact, it seems… genuine?

“I’ve been telling the SWAT world to keep their eyes open and to pay attention to the man whose skillset towers over them. And you… Callahan, I think you actually may have listened. You’ve got my attention. Go blast Kira into the sun, or do whatever you do, and then we’ll talk. Show me some consistency. Until then, I don’t know if you’re worth my time.”

Caffrey shrugs as it becomes clear that this was recorded before Callahan’s match.

“Unless, of course… unless you’re just like Withers. All talk, no walk. Please don’t tell me you’re another one of these losers that shows up when the lights shine the brightest and then crawls back into whatever obscure hole they came out of. That would be a damn shame. Especially because, as I’ve seen it, cause the longer I hang around here, the more I realize that everyone and their mother seems to have some kind of friend. And I’ll tell you where my last two friends went and are going.”

Caffrey finally finds what he wanted. A selfie of himself with the AXW Undisputed Championship. He holds it up to the camera.

“This is my AXW Undisputed Championship. For 305 days, it meant I was the best wrestler in the AXW, and by the time I was done holding it, it meant I was the best wrestler on the planet. Every single week I’ve been here some chucklefuck has tried to stand in front of a camera and pretend that he isn’t aware that one of the best wrestlers in the XHF today is standing in the ring across from him. If Withers gets his head out of his ass, it’ll be him. Timeless learned it the hard way, and before that… well, there’s a reason I outlasted the Fairtex boys.”

Caffrey very loudly mutters the word “losers” under his breath, to the point where he probably should have just said it out loud. There isn’t even a fake cough to cover up his disdain.

“And for that 305 days… I was whole. For that 305 days, I was happy. I was the Wrestling Emperor and this place was my kingdom. Look at that smile! That’s my real smile! Not this fucking evil plotting thing I give you all every week. Oh, and the perks? Goddamn! My face on every XHF bulletin board in every town we were in, the top billings, the women… all of these beautiful things… and here I am, and despite me being obviously more talented than most wrestlers alive today, more of a fearsome competitor who can pull out a victory in any circumstance… I ain’t got shit.”

Caffrey looks back at the photo and stares at it for a few seconds. He nods to himself.

“That’s gonna change real, real soon. And I’m not asking for you airhead fans to come support me for this ride. You’re being taken along on this ride, like it or not. It’s March and I’m still undefeated baby. They say I can’t do it, yet every month I check back into betting sites and I see the odds getting better and better that Caffrey goes undefeated for the year. That’s going to be a hell of an achievement, but in terms of satisfaction? Well, it’s a lot easier to grab attention walking into a room with a championship around your shoulder than a calculator.”

He taps his shoulder one more time. The techie interrupts.

“Sir, your new phone is ready.”

Caffrey glares. The techie instinctively nods and disappears to the back, knowing whose schedule he’s working on.

“But that’s the past… and while we don’t leave the past behind as it can’t just be thrown away like a cellphone, we have to look forward. We have to keep moving forward, and that’s where we’ll go. Another member of the Cement Six will be downed and out, and Syberus will finally get his head out of his ass. I am looking forward to many things, but that punk ass handing me the championship I’ve rightfully earned will be my favorite.”

Caffrey gets back up and walks to the counter. He picks up his new phone, looking it over. Surprisingly, it isn’t an iPhone. It’s a Google Pixel 4XL. He yells towards the back, overwhelmed by the buttons as the technician is still MIA.

“So who the hell’s going to show me how to work this thing?”

The camera fades.

[SWAT Team]

[Peel their caps back by Ice T hits as we switch back to the ring, there is a couch and a coffee table and the set of Suites Suite is in the ring. We see the Bandit Mobil heading to the ring, The Suit, Mad Dog Paul Soutter standing in the back of it with The Compton Colossal Bruno beside him, arms folded, muscles bulging and dark sunglasses on. The fans booing, some cheering and showing the KGB colors.].

[On the SWAT tron we see doctored footage of Tom Cruise jumping up and down on the couch imposed in the ring. Then more doctored footage showing Rick James/ Dave Shappelle on his back stamping his feet on the couch. FUCK_ YO_ COUCH. Now a shot of Heidi giving Suit a lap dance on the couch on the SWAT tron.]

Soutter : Welcome to SUITS SUITE!!!

You know, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Turkeys everywhere, scrambling buying up SWAT shares. Each trying to pool together enough to make a play. Vultures clawing for the spotlight. All the while, business is booming and keeps on rolling forward.

So, where to next for SWAT? Well, i will tell you where. The ANZAC CUP!

That’s right, its coming to that time of year again, where we show the world what team work is all about, and we bring Tag Team Wrestling to the forefront. Which brings me to my guest tonight.

You see, as the Founder i have a little sway here in SWAT, but, since Joe won the federation and now has been vanquished and all his stocks put on the market, that’s it really, just some sway, so, if i can’t afford to buy back all them shares, then i figure, why not just win all the gold. That’s right, I’m coming for the Anzac Cup, and i have the perfect tag team partner in mind.

He too is a Founder. A KGB Founder! He is like a brother to me .... The Ferocious One!!! JAMES FIERCE

Peel their Caps Back hits and Fierce makes his way down to the ring, the Greek fans going wild for the return of the Hillbilly Redneck. He approaches the Mad Dog of Melbourne and they embrace in the ring.

Paul Soutter : How about THIS SWAT! JAMES FUCKING FIERCE IN THE HOUSE!!!

James Fierce : (crowd popping) Are we fan favourites now?

Paul Soutter : Oh god now. The Greek have always been backwards, and well, who wouldn’t cheer the return of a legend?

James Fierce : True that. So, whats the deal? I heard you need a tag team partner for the Anzac Cup.

Paul Soutter : Not any more.

James Fierce : Where’s Joe?

Paul Soutter : Well, he’s gone. Turkey ran his mouth one too many times, so, we left him to fend for himself, and he came up second best, Radu sent him packing.

James Fierce : Gotcha. So, who else is in the Anzac Cup this year?

Paul Soutter : You know, everyone.

James Fierce : I see, i see Valentine and Syb are back, stinking up the place with another lame version of the Society.

Paul Soutter : It’s quite embarrassing. Syb is actually now, the SECOND best member of the Society.

James Fierce : Get out. What about Cobryn?

Paul Soutter : Vanished after attacking Syb with a bunch of fruit.

James Fierce : Typical. Remember him as President? No? No one else does either. What about Kilroy?

Paul Soutter : He’s been in and out, beat the crap outta Syb, then ran out of gas and they dumped him at some animal shelter.

James Fierce : Hope he found a good home.

Paul Soutter : Me too.

James Fierce : What about Karnage?

Paul Soutter : He has lost the drive, Jonnie brought him back under a Russian Assassins mask, but once the mask came off and he was on his own, well, nothing.

James Fierce : A crying shame. What about Rally?

Paul Soutter : He’s actually winning matches, 100 pounds heavier, but going O_K.

James Fierce : Ohhh, so then Syb’s third best?

Paul Soutter : (laughs) Well, if you put it that way.

James Fierce : What about Bloodice?

Paul Soutter : Crazy bastard is facing Jonnie for the World belt tonight.

James Fierce : Well I’ll be. He still with us in the Bandits?

Paul Soutter : Nah, he is on some lonewolf kick.

James Fierce : Hope he finds a partner for the Cup so we can drop him on his head. And The Society. And the rest, this is looking up.

Linger, Cranberries hits and Lucky Linda makes her way down the ramp way, high fiving the fans.

Lucky Linda : Hi Paul. James, great to see you, welcome back. Look, i don’t mean to come down here and interrupt this Wrestling Gold, not by any means. BUT ... i have a small issue.

You see. At No Man’s Land. I won TWO Million Dollars, when i was victorious in the Women’s Tourny! (Crowd erupts) Now, only problem is, i haven’t seen a cent of it yet. Not a brass razoo.

Paul Soutter : Hmmm. Well, i would like to be able to help you out, but i am not i control around here you know. I am just a worker like the rest of us.

Lucky Linda : I understand, but we all know you carry a lot of clout. I have been trying to get Mr Sainovic on the line, but he is screening my calls and ... well ... as you can imagine ... this is all becoming quite distressing.

Paul Soutter : Fucken Sainovic. This guy. Even with Joe gone he still makes my life difficult. He crawls out of Balan’s hole somewhere, nek minute, he is running around not only acting commissioner, but X CROWN BLOODY CHAMPION!

Lucky Linda : I am not asking you to fight my battles, i am a big girl and can look after myself, this though, this is ... unethical.

Paul Soutter : I can’t promise you anything, but, i will look into this.

Orion - Eternity (Chillout Version) hits and Turner struts down the aisle, glaring at the crowd with contempt and disgust. Roxylishus stops to interact with one of the crowd, then wretches and turns away heading to the ring, she gets up on the apron and holds the ropes down for Turner.

Timeless : You got to be kidding me, right? See what you can do? Who gives a fuck about her and her two mil. She is about to face Joanne for the Amazons title, we should be tearing her a new one right now, not looking into her financial issues.

Roxylishus : If she is so lucky everything will work out for her.

Paul Soutter : Slow down. Always jumping head first into everything young bull. You need to look at the big picture, this game, it’s a marathon, not the 100 meter sprint.

Timeless : I see the picture just fine old dog. You have lost your nerve. You have gone soft. Pandering to the fans. You are more occupied hanging out in the back with all these (gets in James Fierce’s face, Fierce stands his ground and the two eyeball each other) has been legends you keep bringing bac k than the Bandits. (moving from Fierce back to eyeballing Suit) You left Joe to the curb. You said the KGB doesn’t lay down for anyone when Zoran alluded to such for Frosty, but you DID lay down for Joe, left hi high and dry. And you stood by and watched Frosty last week and didn’t lift a finger to help him.

Paul Soutter : Gone soft? I was born HARD! (crowd pops for his innuendo) Joe made his own bed, i didn’t let him talk to me this way, i don’t let ANYONE DO SO! What’s makes you think i will let you?

Timeless : Here is the thing. I don’t need anyone to let me do anything. I do what i want, when i want. I say what i want, when i want. And you, Mad Dog of Melbourne, you have gone SOFT!

Roxylishus : S-O-F-T! And fluffy, a big fat hairy teddy bear.

Paul Soutter : (visibly shaking, closes his eyes and inhales a deep breathe to calm himself) I will say this now, and i will say it slow so you can understand. Turn around, go back to the back and rethink what you do next, because you are one step away from not only being booted from the Bandits, you are about to be BOOTED RIGHT UP THE ARSE!

Timeless : (his eyes rolling, he has lost the plot out here) You are not kicking me out of the KGB! I AM KICKING YOU OUT!

Roxylishus : (Spice girls singing) SO WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THAT?

Paul Soutter : Let me explain something to you young punks. Who runs SWAT? We DO! The KGB! This is OUR HOME. WE are not some common thugs and villains like Zoran ... We are OUTLAWS! We are the BANDITS! That means, we not only make and break any rules we want, we also enforce some when the time arises. What happens to the rep of our fed if we hold tournys and the winners don’t receive the prize? Who is going to want to come here then?


“My ears are burning...”

[The tron suddenly shows an image of sand. The red hot deserts of Tatooine, by way of Tunisia. Dozens of SWAT workers are digging a great pit in the centre of some sand dunes, setting up the single most violent deathmatch in the history of a galaxy far, far away. The camera pans from glowing grains over to the smiling face of SWAT’s commissioner, Zoran Sainovic. The crowd are not pleased at the sight of the X*Crown champion...]

Zoran Sainovic : Zough out here... everything is burning. <chuckle> But it’s worth it, to provide ze zeme for tonight’s show. Greek tragedy. Ze tragedy? Zat ze only match worth watching is ze MAIN EVENT which is going down in Africa!

[Like the audience needed a reason to throw shit at the tron. Pleased with himself, Zoran looks down at the Suit’s Suite. Moreso.]

Zoran Sainovic : Welcome Fierce! Another SWAT legend returns to ze fold UNDER MY administration! You are all SO welcome.

Ze KGB with another member - I swear you put ze Black and White into ze nWo.

[Burn.]

Zoran Sainovic : But what have we here? TWO alphas? How ever will we decide who’s ze boss when it comes to in-ring action... you know, when it becomes readily apparently zat Soutter only looked like he was a peak physical specimen next to Pesci? <aside> Mona. <back> Frostbite wasn’t looking too chill ze last time I saw him, and ze fact zat he could only brutally betray his boys for a month before trying to tie friendship bracelets on zem, leads me to question his killer instinct. <double take> By ze way, did you promise Satan’s Disciples a title shot, Soutter? You need to start buying more stock, ze Hired Guns are FAR more deserving of a title shot.

[If looks could kill, Zoran would be inside a sarlacc. The suggestion of the tag champs defending against their wives will lead to no end of headaches within the world’s smallest stable.]

Zoran Sainovic : Joanne is too busy not defending her belt, and hoping folks chase imaginary money to care about her division. Nah, we’re going to have to have a pissing contest between my dear friend Turner, and ze man who will soundly defeat him.

Next week... Manchester...

Timeless Alex Turner

VERSUS

James Fierce!!!!!!!!!!

[ Big pop from the crowd... the KGB, not so much.]

Zoran Sainovic : And Linda... silly, entitled Linda. Stop telling people I stole your money. It’s just an incredibly stupid number, zere can be two million missing from ze books... which zere isn’t... and two million missing from a tournament zat definitely didn’t deserve it. I hear you asking for two million dollars for a lousy one night tournament... and I zink... how can we afford to have her wrestle? She wants 666 ZOUSAND dollars per match. How lazy can you get? Well since we don’t have zat kind of money for a singles match, maybe we can work out a deal on some tag action... so ze following week...

Madrid...

Roxylicious AND Timeless Alex Turner If James Fierce hasn’t ended his career...

VERSUS

Lucky Linda AND... whoever she can find to team with her. Partner of your choice. Zis may come as a surprise to you, but I don’t actually give a shit. Just find someone that will make Timeless wish he wasn’t a KGB cheerleader, you know, a man, and isn’t Valentine because he bores me to death. <aside> When Marty zinks your pop references are contrived, you might just be a New Breeder.

<back> Zat is all. Enjoy Greece. It makes Africa look rich.

“Those are pretty good matches.”

[Before the commish can cut off the feed, Soutter cuts in.]

Paul Soutter : Oi! Just to make sure you actually HAVE a match on our European tour, and don’t wrestle yours from Canada while we’re in England... NEXT WEEK... why don’t you put up or shut up...

You and ME!!!!

[Massive Pop! Zoran doesn’t like that at all.]

Zoran Sainovic : What you want a shot at ze X*Crown? Real subtle Paul. And here I zought zat I was suppose to be ze corrupt management. <trying to think of a way out of this match, but too hopped up on adrenaline to listen to common sense> You want it, YOU GOT IT!

<smirk> of course with ze XHF rumble coming up in April, if you were to win the X*Crown, you couldn’t be in ze Anzac Cup... seems odd bringing Fierce down here zen ditching him to focus on your singles efforts...

[The seed is planted. Oh snap chants. Fierce looks at Soutter. Paul smiles, he’s got this.]

Soutter : Who says it will be for the X*Crown, I have a feeling that Marty will be taking it off you tonight. Nah, I just want to show you what ...tough... management is all about.

[That seemed to satisfy Fierce, though Timeless seems irked that any compliments are being paid to a Society member.]

Zoran Sainovic : If you’re so tough, explain to Linda how ze company you founded is too financially irresponsible to pony up the ludicrous prize money she won because it would have been impossible for zem to ever justify such a reward for glorified no name foxy boxing! Once you man up and do zat, I look forwards to reminding you zat zis <holds up the X*crown> represents more World Titles zan you’ve ever won.

Paul Soutter : That is, until I beat you for it.

[Zoran shoots Paul his infamous sneer.]

Soutter : You’re having to defend every show, must be exhausting for a gloried manager. Me? This is the most rested I’ve been in a decade. You don’t stand a chance.

Zoran Sainovic : <spitting mad but trying to hide it> : Just when we zought you couldn’t get any slower, ring rust. Screw you, Paul. And next week? Drop dead.

Paul Soutter : I don’t think Marty is going to leave much of you, but I look forwards to taking out the garbage.

[Incensed, Sainovic cuts his feed. In the arena, there is a lot of positive cheering for Soutter’s upcoming match. His stablemates seem more conflicted by their upcoming encounters. Peel their Caps back hits and everyone in the ring is staring at each other warily.]

[Trent Jones MR Bones.]

The Lost Cause…

Sometimes in life you make sacrifices and in the end it was all for nothing. The pain, the anger, the time, the sacrifices. All of that was a huge struggle but one thing truly was getting Trent Jones down.


The scene opens up and Trent jones is sitting in his room at the halfway house and he is staring at the blank wall. His eyes are open and he doesn’t blink. His chest rising is the only way you can tell it's not a still photo.

The sound of a heart beat is heard as Trent Jones eyes close and then the heart beat sound stops and then he falls back on the bed.

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“I can't believe I had to pretend that the Ryders are dead to be able to go to a match for the title… I did that all and in the end I am walking away with nothing. I left my Dignity and I sinned against the Ryders before me. I am so frustrated and so fucking angry. Twice Eddie D and I have cost ourselves the chance at the belt. And now SWAT wants us to destroy each other and that's fine with me. I can't wait to show that I deserve that one on one shot. I hate matches that are not one on one.”

The scene re opens to Trent Jones sitting on a stone wall in a graveyard. The sun is shining down. Trent stands up and walks a few steps. He stops and looks down at a stone. He once again standing at the marker for Crossbone. Trent pulls out a beer and sits it on the stone. He sits down next to it. “I am sorry Crossbone I denounced the ryders to get a judge to let me leave the country for a title match… a match I did not win. I am disappointed in myself and frustrated that I would do something like that. I don’t deserve to be a Ryder let alone the leader. I tried to revive it I recruited but in the end I removed the vest and worst off all it was for nothing.”

“I wouldn’t say it was for nothing Trent, Look I know you told me to stay away as you were no good for me. But the truth is Trent, you are not a bad guy… but you are not a good guy either… your my guy.”

Trent Turns and sees Molly from the Indiana diver bar standing looking at him. Trent stands and walks towards her, “Why, How, I don’t understand” Trent looks at her as she goes to hug him. He tries to stop her.

“Trent I am an adult I can decide what is good for me and what I want to do. Look I understand you are concerned that I am just after your money or the fame but I like you. I see the real you.”

“The real me, hell I don't even know the real me, but hey keep telling yourself that I am not a bad guy and you will set yourself up. I am a fucked up person. I am not good for anyone But your right you are an adult. But if you are wanting to make a go off this know that I can't leave the state and you are still going through your divorce. I can’t promise I am any better than rob.”

It was that moment that Trent realized he actually listened to her talk that night and that he cared enough to actually remember things. This was not his typical try to get in her pants and then bail. Except Trent never had sex with her that night she fell asleep in his arms minutes after getting in bed and Trent just let her sleep. She made him act different that day. Hell maybe she could help him look better so he could get released from the court system. But fuck even having a title belt to return the former AIW title in return for Knucks buying the strip club only helped some.

“So Trent it is my understanding that crossbone was like your real father figure and he introduced you to the Ryders and Wrestling. I did some research the last few weeks and He was a good wrestler. Trent you denounce the ryders to get out of the country is something he would understand. Trent the Ryders are still alive inside of you.”


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Trent had forced the cameras out so the two could talk in private. Its now a few days later Trent is sitting watching the failed title match. He shakes his head as he looks at it and LC walks in,

“Player you got to get over this match and you and the Green GIant are going to settle your beef this week. We are going to get you a belt.”

“I just can't stand that neither of these guys saw me as a competitor. They both overlooked me and I failed to take advantage of it. I have too much stupid shit on my mind I need to focus and get ready to prove that I am the real deal. Taking out the trash wasn’t just taking out the Russian pussy it was about taking all the trash out. Trash Like 120% or whatever the douche canoe calls himself were supposed to be taken out. People Like Eddie D think because they shoot up steroids and let their dick shrink they are better than guys like me who are naturally strong. But hey I can't hate the guy he has made himself into a machine. He truly is a strong man, but he is not the fighter that I am. This week I will prove I am the True Big MAN here in SWAT.”

‘So did Molly find you the other day?”

“So it was you that told her where to find me, we had a good talk but its not the right time. I can't bring her home here and I can't go live in the home she and her soon to be ex-husband share. So right now its much like my match on this next card… it is not in a good place. Like what the fuck we go from a big match to being a small font on the flyer. Fuck that SWAT We going to steal the show tonight and Trent Jones is walking out with the victory. I am ready to end this low card bullshit and I am going to be back on top. So Eddie D sorry you get to stay down here in jobber status hopefully the next card you get yourself a win after this loss.”


“Your right Trent you're right this match is bullshit place on the card but sometimes you need a big match early to get the crowd going. But I agree you belong up in the top of the card. But this isn't the first time we have made this bitch so just Win and move up and win again and win again.”

Trent shakes his head and Laughs, “Look your my manager not a fucking cheerleader but look I am motivated to win this match. I am motivated to win some gold and I am not stopping before the gold comes my way.”

Trent shuts off the match when it ends and he quickly becomes angry once more.