Battleground 25 : Riot in Manchester (show)

[SWAT Team]

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

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome everyone, welcome to Manchester, welcome to Battleground. WELCOME TO SWAT!!! What a show we had in Greece, and the European tour continues now, live from Manchester.

Andrew Fulton : Greece will forever live in my heart.

Jeremy Tucker : Much like Valentines song?

Andrew Fulton : Get off it Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : For the Great Pit of Carkoon Death match?

Andrew Fulton : That was something, but come on Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : For the big Amazons Match between Joanne and Linda?

Andrew Fulton : Well, you’re getting on the right page.

Jeremy Tucker : The explosive Suits Suite?

Andrew Fulton : Get out of here Jerry, i will tell you, i was on a jaunt thru the hot spots of Greece, and well, they were not hot at all, cold to tell you the truth, seems the whole world is in hiding. So, there i was, a bit lost, a lot tipsy, and i found myself outside this bordello, i thought they must be closed also, but NO! They were open all right, only thing was, they required not only a condom, but a face mask also!

Jeremy Tucker : That’s the times, oh well, lucky for you, i would say it is not the best time to be visiting them establishments, if there is a good time that is.

Andrew Fulton : It’s always a good time there Jerry, and this was no different, face mask, COME AT ME! Them face masks, i don’t know if my Doctor and Nurse fantasies had come true or i was n a harem of muslims.

Jeremy Tucker : Why doesn’t that surprise me. Back to tonight, we have a huge show coming at YOU! Zoran Vs Soutter. Wow.

Andrew Fulton : Zoran all the way, Timeless is right, Suit has gone soft.

Jeremy Tucker : (scoffs) Soft? He just brought back Fierce! Sure Zoran has put in a lot of hard work securing the X Crown, but imagine Suit snatches it from him? What about Valentine, he is defending against Mr Bones! Trent has taken on all before him and is undefeated in singles matches here in SWAT still, can he take the gold from Jonnie?

Andrew Fulton : I hope so. Then, we got Caffrey against Syb! Main event anywhere in the world.

Jeremy Tucker : Either of these two could be taking on Zoran or Suit for the X Crown, to have them contending for the International Belt just shows the talent pool inside of SWAT right now.

Andrew Fulton : We are Oooozing Talent Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Timeless Vs Fierce. Goth Vs Eddie! Joanne and Frosty Vs the Disciples. TAG BELTS on the line with Team Fairtex against the Society, it’s all happening TONIGHT!

Andrew Fulton : When are we going back to Greece Jerry?

Jeremy Tucker : I don’t know. One thing i do know though, is the upcoming Anzac Cup is almost full. Only three spots remain in our annual Tag Team tourney, so people wanting to get in on this, best lock in their spot before they are all gone. We will be right back with our opening contest, Lucky Linda meeting SWAT newcomer SAVAGE! Right after these messages from our SWAT Superstars.

[frostbite]

As usually the backstage hands and equipment people are running around with their heads cut off as they are trying to get the fans ready for the best damn show and company in the business. We see one young lady wearing a black and red tee shirt with the letters KGB on the front. She stops right in the middle of the backstage area talking to an earpiece, but we can not pick up what she is really saying. As she continues to talk, a young short black haired man wearing a green shirt with tan slacks and black and white shoes. It appears the young man has a tray of food in his hands as he is trying to Bob and weave through the madness happening around the backstage. The young man is not paying attention to where he is going bumps right into the young lady spilling what looks like a plate of chicken and barbecue sauce all over the floor and the young lady.

Young lady.. You bastard.. watch where you are going?

Young man.. Hey bitch, you should not have stop in the middle of the floor and talk to somebody on your earpiece.

Young lady.. I am so sorry, I was talking to Mister Soutter, you want for me to tell the boss that I must put him on hold. I would be fired if I did so, you dumb ass.

Young man.. Well your boss wanted for me to make sure that lay food out for the locker room before they have to head into the ring before their matches. So do you want for me to tell the boss now that is good that is on the floor is your damn fault. Now I might get fired because of this.

The two continue to bicker back and forth, until a loud noise is heard off in the distance as the two people jump almost out of their shoes. Our cameras turn around and we catch a door is in the floor as it is ripped off its very hinges. We see large individuals heading in the direction of the two that are bitching with the other. One young man has short brown hair and is wearing a brown tee shirt with gray sweats and brown boots. The other gentleman right next to him is wearing a black tee shirt with black jeans and black steel toe boots. He had short black hair.

CROWD.. YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH

Doomsday and Lucifer has arrived and neither gentlemen looks too happy. They both stop a few feet in front of the couple that were arguing a few seconds ago.

Lucifer.. What in the hell is Frostbite game? He cost us the match last week.

Doomsday.. We should have won the match and gotten the title shot this week. Look big man, we both have known Frostbite for years and we both know he has something up his sleeve. But I do not know what it is.

Lucifer.. He wants us to be his bodyguards around here. So it is our faults that he turned his back on the locker room and know they want his ass.

Doomsday.. Frostbite never could take care of business by himself and he wants for us to clean up his mess, not this time. He has his new buddies to cover his ass use them and not us.

Lucifer.. I thought he has Bruno for that, to cover his ass. However tonight it appears Zoran has given us a chance to beat Frostbite ass.

Doomsday.. I wonder if he is going to get Joanne to do his dirty work for him. He is probably going to have her try and beat us just so he can come in and hog the glory.

The two look at the young couple and then look at the young lady with barbecue sauce all over her and then the chicken on the floor.

Lucifer.. What in the hell are the two of you looking at?

The young man runs away as the young lady is just in a state of shock. Doomsday notices the young lady has a earpiece in.

Doomsday., Who are you talking to?

Young lady.. Soutter.

Lucifer.. Interesting there. It seems the boss has lost his balls here of late.

Doomsday,. So it appears, maybe he finally realizes that the locker room is going to take his shit anymore and not even his merry band of rejects can not save him.

Lucifer.. Even adding Frostbite has made it worse right.

Doomsday takes his large hand and take the earpiece. He talks into it.

Doomsday., Hey Paul, if you are on the other end of this piece of crap. Listen up, myself and Lucifer are through playing around. Frostbite we are going to end his ass once and for all tonight. And if your little sex toy gets in our way we are going to crush every bone in her body.

Lucifer takes the earpiece.

Lucifer.. And Paul if Frostbite is telling the truth and he has talked to you about getting those tag title shots well you better deliver because if you do not. Then tonight the KGB will become two members short. I do not care how much money Frostbite wants to pay us for watching his damn back.

Doomsday.. Hey, Paul after we beat their asses, we are coming for you and Team Fairtex.

Lucifer tosses the earpiece to the ground and stomps on it. He looks down at the chicken on the floor. He picks up a piece and walks over to the young lady and takes the barbecue sauce that is on her shirt. He takes the chicken and rubs it on her shirt where the sauce is at. He takes a huge bite.

Doomsday.. Dude that is disgusting. With this virus going around.

Lucifer.. What I was hungry and well the food was there. Good sauce I might add.

The two walk away with Lucifer eating and the young lady still standing there in a state of shock.

[edwarddubin0604]

(The tron shows Psychotic Goth and Vampira on screen there is blood dripping on them which excites Vampira and Psychotic Goth who is having an arousal as both wipe the blood all over their bodies and faces as if showering in it. They stop and look at the screen still covered in blood.)

Vampira: "Eddie D. You've been quite impressive and had good fortune in SWAT. However, tonight in Manchester, England your good fortune shall come to an end."

Psychotic Goth: "Eddie D. At first I thought you were a rapper desperate to advance your career by entering the wrestling ring. Then I saw that you own a bar and realized that you trying to make some extra money to support your business. Are you in that much financial trouble that you have to wrestle in the ring. You act like Jonnie Valentine whom is truly desperate for money and whores himself and changes his personality more times than a criminal changes his aliases. Not that you would stoop so low to do that Eddie D."

(He bellows in Old English dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "I know you survived or barely survived your war with 'Mr. Bones' Trent Jones. He almost killed you and you barely survived the brawl that occurred between the two of you. Now you face off against me. You face off against 'The King of the Goth's.' You get to face off against 'The Psychotic One.'"

(Psychotic Goth laughs maniacally as he bellows again in an Old English Dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "You aren't facing some small and thin. You aren't facing anyone who is going to just be broken in half or ripped apart. You are facing a complete maniac. You are facing someone with lots of true ruthless aggression.
you are facing someone who doesn't care who he wrestles in the ring."

(He laughs demonically and roars in an Old English dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "I don't care if you are tall and heavy or light like me it doesn't matter to 'The Psychotic One.' I don't care who it is as long as I am in the ring with an opponent. Don't underestimate me Eddie D because I can truly hurt people and show no remorse over it. I'm not going to just be thrown around the ring like you would do to a patron in your bar. Try it and you'll see that I'm not one of your drunken patrons or troublemakers."

(Psychotic Goth roars in an Old English dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "No I'm not Eddie D. I'm meaner than I look and more tougher than I look. I dare you to prove me wrong if you can. Can you do that Eddie D. Can you really unleash the same brutality against me as you do your patrons or your opponents including 'Mr. Bones' Trent Jones. Oh I know you are going to try and fail at it Eddie D."

(He laughs maniacally as Vampira bends down and picks up his blood soaked velvet bag and hands it to him as he caresses it lovingly.)

Psychotic Goth: "You love using baseball bats but as you can see in this bag that is soaked in blood. I have something for you. It's my personal gift that I crafted and built in my little play room. I took so much time to create and forged it in my workroom of Hell and I did it for you Eddie D. I know you'll love it and cherish it after I present it to you personally in the match."

(Psychotic Goth roars in an Old English dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Cherish this gift Eddie D. Cherish this and cherish it well and enjoy it before, during and after the match is over. Yet I know you won't enjoy it Eddie D. Yet why not? Probably you don't appreciate gifts from opponents.
That shall be answered tonight Eddie D. Tonight I shall give you an opportunity to choose one of two choices. You can save yourself a savage mauling by someone more aggressive than you or you can go through with this match. It's your choice Eddie D. I am one who can show mercy and one who doesn't show opponents mercy. It's up to the opponent and tonight it's up to you Eddie D. Choose well."

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

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight Eddie D. Tonight in Manchester, England in this ring you and I shall face each other for the first time and you shall see the horror thast is Psychotic Goth. You shall see that Psychotic Goth is not one to be taken lightly especially when I'm out for blood. Any blood. All blood as long as it's blood and bloodshed I shall be bringing like I do in all my matches. That is what you're going to be experiencing in the end. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall make my vow come true."

(Psychotic Goth roars in an Old English dialect as the tron grows dark.)

[frostbite]

A long white stretch limo pulls up to the back door of the arena.

Andrew Fulton.. The boss must be in the house now.

Jeremy Tucker.. Well he is not technically in the house, if he has just arrived.

Andrew Fulton.. We must be accurate.

The back passenger side door is pushed open and slowly coming out is Bruno.

A CHORUS OF BOOS........

Right behind Bruno steps a short blonde haired gentleman wearing a blue tee shirt with blue jeans and black boots.

AND EVEN A LOUDER CHORUS OF BOOS

Andrew Fulton.. Frostbite is here and riding in style. You see Jeremy when you a member of the KGB you get those things.

Frostbite.. Bruno, why did Paul want me to take the limo in the first place. I know for some reason he believes that Doomsday and Lucifer are going to attack me before our big match.

Bruno shrugs his shoulders..

Frostbite.. Please Paul should know that I know those two like the back of my hand. I do not dear those two seven foot dumb asses. They should change their name a from Satan Disciples to Dumb and Dumber. Please Paul should have hired someone to protect their stupid asses.

Bruno looks toward what was the back door, as he see that it was ripped off its hinges.

Frostbite.. That is what I am talking about. I bet Lucifer did that. That boy always had the talent but no damn brain cells whatsoever. Brute force.

Bruno looks to his right and left to see if nobody is coming especially Satan Disciples.

Frostbite.. I heard those two earlier as we were on our way here. Bruno those assholes should be thanking me. I found Doomsday years ago with his head between his legs because his family rejected him, they did not want him around no more. I bought him back into this sport with a new purposes to get revenge on not only his family but the world. Lucifer, he was a raw talent that needed guidance, I provided that for him. I put those two together and they became a success because of me. They can twist that has much as they need to, but the truth is, I made them and I can break them.

Bruno turns around and shuts the passenger side door.

Frostbite.. Hell I went to Paul and he put them into last week match. I gave them a chance to earn a shot at the tag team titles. They were struggle and I felt sorry for them so I tried to help them and they still could not get the job done and yet they want to blame me for costing them the match.

Bruno continues to look around.

Frostbite.. Damn it, Bruno. Those two are so u grateful. Nobody on this damn business wanted to hire them. I had to go to Paul and beg to get them a job and Paul did a favor for me out if the kindness of his heart. They get a paycheck because if me. Doomsday should be kissing my feet because he know gets paid. He can know go home and support his new wife. Mind you Bruno, I set the two of them up, but he does not bring that up.

Bruno stands next to Frostbite as he feels the coast is clear.

Frostbite.. Lucifer is mystery to this business but I know all of his secrets. I know where he is from. I know the man real name.

He leans into Bruno ear as he tells him. Bruno does a double take.

Frostbite.. With a name like that, I might have use the name Lucifer. His mom is a drug addict. She tries to use him. I had her put into a rehab just so she could not take his money from the man. I got the man his first home. I helped him find a real estate agent. The bastard owes me everything. I help him put money away and his former manager was stealing from him. I gave the man a stable environment.

Frostbite shakes his head.

Frostbite.. Those two fucking bastard owe me their careers. I carried them for years, but with Joanne, later on tonight. I will once and for all destroy what I created. I am Doctor Frankstein, I created them and later on, we will destroy them. Those idiots could have gotten a job with the KGB but they could not see the light at the end of the tunnel. A better way of life for them, more money.

Frostbite looks up.

Frostbite.. It just makes me sad Bruno that we have to end it here and now, I just hope that Doomsday wife and Lucifer drug addict worthless mother can forgive me for what I am about to do.

The two head inside.

[eddied]

(Cave by Muse hits over the PA system. Eddie D steps out from the backstage stretching out his shoulder muscles and starts to pace slowly down the ramp. He takes a big sweeping look around the crowd and shakes his head in disdain and disapproval at their mixed reception of him. Eddie is wearing his long black duster jacket and has his baseball bat resting on his shoulder. A montage video plays on the screens of him weight training and hitting his favourite moves on people, flashing up in negative to the beat of the music as he walks down to ringside. He threatens a rude fan with the bat, the fan lunges at Eddie and Security get involved, Security have the situation under control as Eddie laughs and walks confidently and slowly to the ring. Eddie 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: So here we are, Battleground comes to Manchester, England. Home to two of the best soccer teams in the world. Like an American could give two flying fucks about that girls game.

Well, all I thought as we landed in this foggy isle is hey… It could be worse… It could be Manchester New Hampshire… Now that place really is a shithole.

As I settled into my surroundings here in England I do appreciate your love of fried food and heavy drinking, but your women are ugly and your anti-American attitudes are outdated and frankly un-fucking-grateful.

Though it’s unfathomable to me, I have been called ungrateful. I am a pragmatic optimist at heart. I may still be in the mid-card, but I finally get my hands on one of the big players around here. Someone finally got the message that I am THE Big Deal around here and put me in the ring with a wrestler with a reputation to lose and a lot of fight to give.

This guy likes a power bomb and I love a power bomb.

This guy roars in an ancient dialect and I know a sentence in Welsh.

We really are kindred spirits.

It’s almost going to be a shame to break his jaw with my Headache from Hell stunner…. Almost a shame.

It will be strange to be the most sane and intelligent guy in the ring. I know my go-to tactics are pretty rudimentary, blunt and brutal, but I am not sure fighting fire with fire is the right approach this time out. I will have to dig into my bag of tricks and treat you plebs to some old school wrestling holds. We’ll see if I can generate enough pain to get through that demonic fug that he calls a consciousness. I have crushed enough nut jobs and tough guys with these huge hands and biceps to be confident that I can do the damage required and a little extra just for fun.

Win, lose or gore covered DQ it really doesn’t matter as long as you are entertained. I know I’m the man you paid to see tonight and now we have your money you’ll take the wrestling extravaganza we lay out for you and “like it or lump it”, as you charming Brits love to say… that will be that. Once my bout is over my focus will be right back on settling some unfinished business with Mr Bones Trent Jones. You see last time out; we weren’t able to bring our fight to a conclusion. In my opinion we stole the show with the intensity and brutality of our match. Those debt dodging hairy Greek bastards got their money’s worth out of Eddie D and Trent Jones that’s for sure.

What do I get though? Trent Jones gets a shot at the SWAT title and I get the mid card.

You can bet your arse that Jonnie Valentine is looking through Trent Jones and considering who he might have to face at the next PPV and I get a Psychotic Goth to face up to. The Goth doesn’t consider anything or anyone at all. He’s probably just thrown raw red meat occasionally by his keeper and released from a cage just before Showtime.

I get no respect. I am going to enjoy my bout tonight with The Goth, but I am all about the business. There was still money in me fighting Trent Jones again tonight. Why would you give that piece of trash Trent Jones a title shot when he hasn’t proved he can beat me? We should have settled things with a no rules, falls anywhere matchup. I tried to get the high ups to see sense, but they wouldn’t listen.

All I got from the office was, “we have our own booking plans in place”, “you need to prove yourself”, “Your time will come”, “be patient”, “stop calling this number or we’ll call the Police again”… you know, all that administrative circles bullshit.

Well I am sick of waiting. I will set my own path of destruction. I will be a threatening storm cloud, a shadow lurking; hunting for any opportunity to alter Trent Jones’ career with my baseball bat. There will be no hiding place. I will find a way. It may not be tonight, it may not be in the next show, but blood will be spilt. And when the blood is spilt I will finally get the respect I so richly deserve.

Talking of blood… The Goth is all about the blood tonight. He has been out here promising me a blood soaked present. I don’t care is Vampira has dribbled some heavy flow into a bag for him, or he’s murdered a stray cat, I am not interested in receiving the contents of your sack Goth boy. This is not the carnival Sideshow Bob. Get your freak-on on your own time and in the creepy confines of your own domicile. Get your head in the game because tonight we're stealing the show from the mid-card whether you're ready for THE Big Deal Eddie D or not.

My motives for fighting you, or anyone on the roster, isn’t money worries; though, who doesn’t enjoy money for doing what you love?

My motives for fighting you are not a disrespectful case of treating you as a stepping stone to a title shot; though, I have had a taste of title fights now and want some more.

My motives for fighting you or anyone are just the love of hurting people in a squared circle. The pop of muscles, the crack of bones, the blood and the intense hate you can practically taste. The roar of the crowd, the sweet taste of victory and the test of physical combat all make the world of wrestling home for me. Wrestling isn’t a job I turn to in desperation, it’s a vocation I turned my back on for too long and you are truly going to regret that I found my calling again.

Psychotic Goth!

Trent Jones!

Bring… It… ON!!!

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

[Lucky Linda]

”Eh Up SWAT.” Says Lucky Linda La Fey. She is sitting at a makeshift table in the back with a heap of papers spread on it. “Welcome to Letters with Linda. Our first letter is from Judith in Queens. It reads Dear Linda. Commiserations on your loss to Joanne in Greece, I think it is deplorable the fact that she has to continue to cheat to hold onto her belt. She doesn’t know what a true champion is, not like you. Don’t give up, cheaters never win and winners never cheat, you will get her and the gold in the long run..”

Linda smiles to the camera, placing the letter down. “Thanks Judy. It’s like you can read my mind or something, i couldn’t have said it better myself. But no excuses. She won, I lost. This battle is hers, but rest assured, the war will be MINE! To be sure to be Sure!”

“Dear Linda” reads Linda “That Suits Suite got real wild. Who is going to be your partner against Timeless and Roxylishus next BG? And will they also be your partner in the Anzac Cup? Love Gemma from Charming. PS Darlin, don’t you take no shit from no one.”

“Never have and never will Gemma. As for my partner next show, yes, we will also be teaming up for the Anzac Cup. “ Linda pauses, looking into the lens. “Who is it? Well, that’s a surprise isn’t it, but mark my words, The KGB are in for more than they can bargain with next week, as is the rest of SWAT in the Cup!”

“Dear Linda” Linda grabs another piece of paper. “Who is this Savage you are going up against tonight? I don’t know anything about her. Love Marge, Springfield. “Well Marge, i am not very familiar with her either, she got a win last week against Sabrina, but who hasn’t done that. I expect her to be a trivia question in ten years time. Who did Lucky Linda La Fey defeat on Battleground #25 in Manchester? Savage? Who is she, i don’t remember her. Randy’s daughter? She wont be here long, looks like in reality Joanne and I are all that is left of the Amazons. Brewsters gone, couldn’t live up to her slavery with Pesci, even though she was the one to open her trap and put it on the line to end up that way. The Hired Killers and glorified Valets now for the KGB. 10th and 11th in the pecking order over there. Olympia jumped to one of the other feds. Avery, we all know what happened to her, this place wasn’t big enough for the two of us and i sent her packing. Suzi and Blaze? Ran off to facebook somewhere where they can get more attention and not do all the work or have the competition we have here.”

“Seriously” Linda continues. “The Amazons division seems to be dwindling by the week, rest assured though, when i win that belt back from Joanne, and i WILL win it back, we will return to our former glory!”

“Dear Linda” Linda has just grabbed another printed email from the stack. “Did you see what happened to Liz from accounting? Seems she had some paper with information about your two million and Zoran dressed her up in a Darth Vader outfit and she is now god knows where in some big hole in the Tunisia desert. Love Marlena, Salem.”

“Dear Marlena.” Replies Linda, brushing a stand of her red fringe from her face. “Yes, i did see what happened there. Poor Liz. I hope she is ok over there in the desert, i have a good mind to go on a search party for her, rescue her and in the process, find out about this info she has, and as a matter of fact, i am going to do just that, right after my match with Savage. Which, is coming up any minute now. “

“Savage, this is going to be short and sweet, nothing personal, i have a lot more bigger fish to fry than you, so, I will send you off to pasture with the rest of the fleeing Amazons. Then Liz, i am coming to find and rescue you! I just got a feeling i will get lucky and find you before it is too late.”

[edwarddubin0604]

(Psychotic Goth is in a barely lit locker room laughing demonically after watching Eddie D's promo. He walks towards the camera and stops just short of the lens still covered with blood the sight looms even more frightening.)

Psychotic Goth: "Oh Eddie D. Do you think that it's going to be that easy to defeat me. Do you think I'm just some stepping stone to your shot at the world title. Do not dare to look past since you could blow your opportunity and so could the man of your obsession Mr. Bones Trent Jones. You must be jealous because you didn't gain preference over him Eddie D."

(Psychotic Goth laughs and speaks in an Old English dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "You trash the people of England but this is my place of power and the people of Britain love me because I wrestled here when it was Hardkore Britain. I am quite popular here and the people know what I can do here Eddie D. They know what I am capable of and how cold and ruthless I am. They know that I am without any mercy and remorse. They know I don't care what I do as long as they see me do it. Guess what also Eddie D. If you think I have any conscious I have no conscious and I never shall have none. I shall never have a conscious not now or ever Eddie D."

(He laughs demonically roaring in an Old English dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Now I see you turned down my little gift that I personally made for you. That's a big mistake on your part Eddie D. Would you want to turn down someone's gift if it was quite a generous offer. I guess if it was a gift in the form of a title match your would have snatched it up like a bunch of hot wings in a chicken wing eating contest or maybe a hotdog eating contest. Maybe if it was a beer drinking contest you'll definitely win that title as well. So why would you pass up one of my wonderful gifts that I spent so much time crafting and creating for you. Very well if that's the way you wish Eddie D. Then that's how it shall be Eddie D. See what you have gotten yourself into Eddie D. You may wish you hadn't refused my offer of my gift to you."

(He roars in an Old English dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "In a matter of moments you shall see if you can back up your words Eddie D. We shall see."

(Psychotic Goth places his face into the lens.)

Psychotic Goth: "We shall see.)

(He spews blood and green goo onto the lens as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[SWAT Team]

(The show returns from a brief break showing shots of the ringsiders who are holding signs saying "Linda's the Two Million Dollar Woman!," "Savage is a true Savage!," "Linda's going to kill Zoran!" and "Savage=Hannibal the Cannibal!" before fading to the broadcast table where Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton are sitting at the broadcast table wearing headsets.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Coming up now is Savage who's coming off her debut when she destroyed Sabrina Sinstone in record time and tonight she faces a true trial by fire in the form of former SWAT Amazon Women's Champion and winner of the $2,000,000 Women's Tournament. I'm referring to 'Lucky' Linda La Fey."

Andrew Fulton: "Savage had better beware because Linda's in a real foul mood ever since Commissioner Zoran Sainovic screwed her out of her cool $2million smackers. She's so mad that the SWAT Amazon roster's been avoiding her."

Jeremy Tucker: "Ironically Dragonatrix has been trying to convince Commissioner Zoran to pay out the prize money to no avail despite her warnings that Linda's going to do something rash. She plans to come after him no matter what Dragonatrix says and believe me she plans on delivering a beatdown to someone and Savage is being served up as the victim of Linda's wrath."

Andrew Fulton: "Linda's so steamed that she turned down Dragonatrix's offer to give her the $2million dollar prize money. You can bet Linda's going to come after the commissioner with a vengeance and give him a beatdown for screwing her and her tag team partner will probably join in on the beatdown."

Jeremy Tucker: "Savage has been trash talking Linda La Fey for quite some time and now she gets a chance to prove herself which is a really bad idea."

Andrew Fulton: "Bad ideas an understatement. It's a suicidal idea since Linda's going to murder her for even trashing her and she's going to regret it for the rest of her life and her career."

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

Frank Salazar: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Pittsburgh, Pa. She comes in at 5'8" and weighs in at 180lbs. and accompanied by her bodyguard brother. Please welcome Savage."

("Angry Again" by Megadeth plays and Savage comes to ringside to boos accompanied by her brother.)

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

("Linger" by Cranberries plays and "Lucky" Linda La Fey storms ringside slapping hands and when she slides into the ring she mounts the top turnbuckle and roars as she beats her chest before hopping down glaring at Savage who returns the glare with savage hate.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Savage Charges and avalanches Linda and wastes no time pummeling Linda before the bell rings. When the bell finally rings to officially begin the match Savage opens up a can of whoop ass as the referee warns her to back off. Savage turns on her and she screams at him like an insane lunatic. Savage continues to pummel Linda without mercy."

Andrew Fulton: "Savage whips Linda into the opposite corner and chrges in with another avalanche. She grips Linda by the hair and taunts and slaps her before throwing her out of the corner by the hair unceremoniously before stomping a mud hole into Linda's chest."

Jeremy Tucker: "Savage is dominating Linda in the early going but can she keep this momentum going. She could be making a rookie mistake. She bodyslams Linda with authority before bounding into the ropes and she attempts a splash but Linda gets her knees up and Savage is holding her crotch."

Andrew Fulton: "Linda waits for Savage to turn around and bounds into the ropes and Lou Thesz Presses her before mounting and grounding and pounding her. Linda gets up roaring and she looks pissed now and that look in her eyes is one scary sight. Linda returns the favor by opening up a can of whoop ass of her own."

Jeremy Tucker: "Linda's bellowing and demanding the commissioner come out and stop her from mauling Savage. She sits Savage up and she goes behind her and grabs her chin before pummeling her with vicious elbows and equally vicious forearms screaming for the commissioner to come out and face her. Now she's comparing the commissioner to Savage."

Andrew Fulton: "Linda's comparing her to Commissioner Zoran to Savage. The problem is Savage isn't the X-Crown Champion which you can bet that's what Linda will want for the prize money. Now we know who the true lunatic is. Savage's brother starts to enter the ring but Linda baseball slide dropkicks his legs out and he falls to the apron and he looks barely conscious."

Jeremy Tucker: "He shouldn't try something like that while Linda's in a bad mood."

Andrew Fulton: "Bad mood. Linda's a maniac and an obsessed lunatic at that. She extends her arms and goes to a corner as Savage gets up and she turns as Linda charges and spears her. Linda roars and bounds into the ropes and then bounds into the opposite ropes and she delivers a Brogue Kick before making the cover....One....Two...Three."

Frank Salazar: "Your winner at 3minutes and 30seconds. "Lucky" Linda La Fey."

Jeremy Tucker: "Linda La Fey wins in an impressive manner and she still wants to fight the commissioner one way or the other and she's coming to collect the debt he owes."

Andrew Fulton: "You can bet that Commissioner Zoran has a plan and he plans on executing it to make sure she doesn't get what she wants."

Jeremy Tucker: "Whatever the case Linda's on a mission and she plans on accomplishing it."

Andrew Fulton: "More like Mission Impossible."

Jeremy Tucker: "Sooner or later he's going to be paying a price for his actions. We'll be back with more SWAT action right after these messages from our sponsors."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

[frostbite]

CRASH.......

We can hear a loud noise echoing throughout the backstage area.

CRASH...

Another loud noise as our backstage hands are running for their lives, they are actually leaping off of our screens so much so that if you were wearing three d glasses that might appear to be the case. Our brave camera people are going to check out where this noise is coming from.

Voice.. THAT SON OF A BITCH.. I AM GOIMG TO KILL HIM..

Our camera crew slowly make their way as they inch closer to where the loud noise is coming from and now what it appears somebody is about to commit murder. Our camera crew see two drink machine turn over and on the floor.

Voice.. Please call down, I know you are pissed off. Relax, he will get what is coming to him later on tonight, I promise you that.

A calmer voice is heard, as it appears that are trying to get the situation under control.

Voice.. How in the hell do you want me to calm down after he has air out our dirty laundry. This shit was private and you know that.

CRASH..

We now see the snack machine has just hit the floor with our cameraman is shaking so much that he is having a hard time capturing any footage because he does not have a steady hand. Our cameraman pulls back as we see Lucifer standing over the three fallen machines and Doomsday trying his very best to calm him down.

Doomsday.. Look at me. Rest assure you can beat his was later on. You can cripple him for all I care. But please save all of that for the ring. You can see he is trying to get into your head, and he is doing a great job of it. But then again maybe Frostbite made a huge mistake.

Lucifer.. He told about my mother. He crossed the line and you know that. My mother is a recovering addict yes, but he knows he should never ever bought my mother up in this. That was suppose to stay a secret between us. Sure my mother worked a few jobs to support me, and she fell in with the wrong crowd and not addicted to pain medicine. She hurt her back at a factory, and was given pain pills and she became addicted to it. The way Frostbite makes it sound she was on crack or something like that. One part of the story he might have gotten right he did help get her in somewhere, but he cross the line and I am going to break his damn neck.

Doomsday.. Frostbite has the nerve to tell the world that he set me up with my wife. He did not, it was Rebecca that did so. She knew my wife from her days as a bartender working in Seattle. But you know what big man, if Frostbite wants to play that game, then I say let's air out his dirty laundry. You know how Frostbite always made Rebecca out to be such a saint. Well, he never tells the world this one.

He pauses.

Doomsday.. You see years ago and you know we as wrestlers are on the road three hundred plus days a year. Well, I know and Frostbite told us this story. That when he was on the road, he called his house to talk to his wife, and James which is a neighbor that lived three doors down from those two answers the phone. Back what he did not tell the world was that he could hear Rebecca out of breath in the distance. Please do not get me wrong we all have need a right. I guess since Frostbite was not around he could not fill those needs.

Lucifer.. I guess you are right.

Doomsday.. Frostbite always had his doubts about Rebecca and if she was seeing someone else, and yet he made her out to be a saint.

Lucifer.. What about his current woman.

Doomsday.. Ah yes, his lawyer and current girlfriend, Linda. Nice lady do not get me wrong. But Frostbite did the unthinkable. He still had feelings for his ex. Sure they were high school sweethearts and went off to college and then met years later. She got married and so did Frostbite. But did Frosty, ever tell you that he slept with his ex while she was still married. I bet Rebecca would turn over in her grace if she ever found out that her loyal husband cheated on her.

Lucifer.. I believe it would be the smart thing for Bruno and Joanne to stay out of our way this evening because we are going to hurt Frostbite. I know I am going to break every bone in his body.

Doomsday.. Oh yes that bitch is going to pay. He tells the world we should be thanking him for our success in this sport. After tonight this business will be thanking us for putting an end to the so called six time hall of fame and an 18 time World Champion, once and for all. We are going to shut his ass up once and for all.

Lucifer.. Maybe his whore can take care of lifeless body, but then again she might have to find a better man to take care of her needs because Frostbite will be in no condition to do so. Maybe I could step in and take care of that for her.

Doomsday.. Maybe big man you could but why settle for table scraps.

He hits Lucifer hard on his chest.

Doomsday.. Let's get out of here and get ready for a complete destruction of the so called c9ld hearted bastard.

The two walk away as our cameras just focus on the machine on the floor.

BACK TO RINGSIDE

Andrew Fulton. I am going to get my popcorn ready this one because shit is hitting the fan.

Jeremy Tucker.. I can not believe what I am hearing from these three men.

Andrew Fulton.. This might be the best episode of any soap opera since who shot JR Ewing years ago.

Jeremy Tucker.. I can not wait for this one. I get myself a bag of popcorn, because this has become way too personal.

[Jonnie Valentine]

[The bass guitar starts strumming the funky waka-cha theme music to Judge Jonnie, a new daytime show on the CW]


"And now it's time for another episode of Judge Jonnie!"


[Fade to a small courtroom in a TV studio. Tuxedo Mask is standing in front of the judicial bench dressed as a bailiff]


Tuxedo Mask: All rise! 


[The studio audience all stands. "Bankable" Jonnie Valentine walks in wearing a judge's robe with the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship wrapped around his waist. He sits down behind the bench]


Tuxedo Mask The court of the honorable "Bankable" Jonathan K Valentine Jr, star of Universal Pictures The Thundercats is now in session. (in a husky voice)  Here come da Judge!  


"Bankable" Jonnie Valentine: Please be seated...Tux, what are you doing here? Where's Rally? He's supposed to be protecting me. 


Tuxedo Mask: He called in sick. 


Judge Jonnie Valentine: But he's right there!


[Jonnie points at Rally Jackson sitting in the galley. He has several wadded up bags of fast food tossed around him]


Rally Jackson: Sorry, they make a double Big Mac now! 


Judge Jonnie Valentine: Oh, well that makes sense... 


[SWAT International Champion 110% Syberus walks in with a cardboard box full of wigs] 


110% Syberus: Wait, wait, stop! 


Judge Jonnie: Not the wigs again. 


110% Syberus: Yes the wigs again. I can't take you seriously without a wig on. It's just silly. Here. 


[Syberus hands Jonnie an English style judicial white wig]  


110% Syberus: And here you go. 


[Syberus hands Tuxedo Mask one. Jonnie and Tux both put their wigs on]


110% Syberus: Lovely. 


Tuxedo Mask: First case. Jeff The Camera Man versus Eddie D.


[Music starts as a cameraman apparently named Jeff walks into the court room. The announcer fills in the particulars]


"Jeff the Camera Man says that Eddie D deprived him of food. He is suing for petty larceny, strong arm robbery, and lewd conduct."


Tuxedo Mask: Raise your right hand. 


[Jeff does so, but Tux just starts cartwheeling around the court]


Tuxedo Mask: Look at me, woo! 


Judge Jonnie: Tux? Tux?? TUX! 


[Tux stops his cartwheels]


Tuxedo Mask: Yeah? 


Judge Jonnie:Can you not do that?


Tuxedo Mask: I don't understand the question.


Judge Jonnie: (puts on his reading glasses) Now Mr...The Cameraman, is it? You are bringing charges against Eddie D. Is he here today?


Jeff The Camera Man: No. I believe it's because this court doesn't have double doors?


Judge Jonnie: I see. Go on. 


Jeff The Camera Man: Eddie D has been stealing food from production staff for month. We all receive one catered meal for TV tapings. Once he goes to catering, he finishes his meal, then goes back disguised as different members of us to pick up ours. The costumes have gotten more elaborate as time has gone on. Especially for Madge from make-up.  


Judge Jonnie: That's terrible. And he does this to all of the backstage staff?  


Jeff The Camera Man: Everybody but Dr. Rita, who handles the urine tests. For some reason he steers clear of her.  


Judge Jonnie: Ah. Where do you think he gets these "costumes", as you call them? 


Jeff The Camera Man: It's a separate bag that Anthony Caffrey carries for him. 


Judge Jonnie: And the lewd conduct?


Jeff The Camera Man: (shrugs) Just an educated guess.  


(A woman in the gallery screams]


Woman: My eyes!! Someone threw salt in my eyes! 


Rally Jackson: I didn't throw it, I brushed my gui off and I guess there was alot of salt on it...


Judge Jonnie: Goddammit, Rally... 


Rally Jackson: Hey, it's not my fault, those fries are salty!!  


Judge Jonnie: Alright, I'm ready to rule. 


Tuxedo Mask: (yells) JUDGE JONNIE IS READY TO RULE!! 


Judge Jonnie: Jeff The Camera Man, the court is so sorry for what has happened to you. You work as hard, and in the case of Frostbite, harder than many of the wrestlers on those shows. You deserve a good meal, so I order that you get free access to the numerous snack cakes Eddie D keeps in his locker. But be careful of getting poked with needles. That's what happened to Duke Kosloff. (bangs gavel) Next case! 


[The Judge Jonnie music starts up and a frightened looking man starts walking into the court as the announcer speaks]


"This delivery driver says he was accosted by an antisemitic shit bag of a biker, forced to deliver him Viagra by a shadowy voice on the phone." 


Judge Jonnie: Please, tell us what happened. 


Delivery Driver: I do deliveries, yes?  I get phone call from a man.


Judge Jonnie: And who was this man?  


Delivery Driver: Layton Cook?  


Judge Jonnie: And who is that? 


110% Syberus: (doesn't look up from his newspaper) Who cares?


Judge Jonnie: Fair point. I'll allow it. Go on. 


Delivery Driver: He say "Get this viagra to Trent Jones. He's the meth head talking to an action figure in Athens, you can't miss him. He left it in his hotel room along with some sheets that they had to burn afterwards. If he gives you any trouble, tell him you're a fan of his. 


Judge Jonnie: A fan of his what? 


110% Syberus: (doesn't look up from his newspaper) Doesn't matter. 


Judge Jonnie: I'll also allow that. 


Delivery Driver: When I get there. He very rude, no? But I figure he's just American.  


110% Syberus: (doesn't look up from his newspaper) Thank you. 


Delivery Driver: Then he make me watch him live out fantasy of beating Eddie D later on that night.  


Judge Jonnie:I see. And did he beat Eddie D later on that night?  


Delivery Driver: No.  


Judge Jonnie: Very sad. Tux, I'm ready to rule?  


Tuxedo Mask: (yells) JUDGE JONNIE IS READY TO RULE!! 


Judge Jonnie: Sir, what you and Jeff The went through is terrible. My assistant Greg had the same experience with Eddie T. 


110% Syberus: (looks up from his newspaper) Objection, it's Eddie D. 


Judge Jonnie: Overruled. I'm pretty sure it's Eddie T. So I am sentencing Trent Jones to the worst beating since his Mom told his "Dad" she was pregnant. You see sir, Trent Jones aka Mr Toblerones is bigger than me, younger than me, and clearly stupider than me. I would be worried if this was a Bag of Meth on a Pole Match or a Loser Has To Clean Winner's Basement Apartment, but luckily Zoran Sainovic's girlfriend hasn't been kidnapped by Trent's biker gang yet. Instead this match is the beginning. The beginning of Trent Jones slipping down the rankings. The beginning of Trent Jones official crack pipes' merchandise sales nose diving. The beginning of Trent Jones trading in the ol' Harley for a sensible Chevy Sonic so he can Uber fans to my matches. "Jonnie Valentine, yeah, I wrestled him once..." he'll say before they put their ear buds in and pretend to get a phone call. And when it's all over Pillbilly Jim, you can go back to leaving antisemitic posts on Reddit and I can wrestle someone that I don't have to shower after thinking about.


Delivery Driver: Thank you, Judge Jonnie. You are fair and just.  



Judge Jonnie: (bangs gavel) Court is adjourned.  

[eddied]

(Eddie D is in the warm up area in the backstage, sat next to a monitor and finishes watching Psychotic Goths latest promo section on the show. Eddie turns to the camera with a huge sandwich in hand.)



EDDIE: Psychotic Goth?! Hey man, I love your commitment to this match-up. It does me great service that you're willing to hype this bad boy up. Maybe you really are ready to steal the show with me tonight. Who'd a thunk it?
Do you like how I've made myself at home backstage? Ripped down that shitty Union Jack and Stone Roses poster and pinned up the Star and Stripes to smarten up the place.
There really is no need to get your panties in a bunch though. Your impromptu bonus promo interrupted my pre-match ritual snack.
Boiled down and translated, you were telling me you're a big shot in 'dear old blighty' and that the gift giving is off? 
I know I wasn't that respectful to the locals or that keen on your blood soaked offering, but, well, I don't want you making out to this lovely Brit pop crowd that I'm ungracious or something.
Bring that party bag down to the ring with ya and we'll see what we'll see.
If I win... sorry, WHEN I win you can decide whether you still want to be in such a giving mood.
If... in the desperately unlikely event, that I lose, well I guess I'll have had a beating and a booby prize. Isn't life a bowl of fucking cherries sometimes.

Don't pander to the crowd you big lug. The crowd will love you regardless. They love Vikings on TV and idolize stupid people like David Beckham and ugly people like Wayne Rooney, so you're already 2 for 2 on their favorite things to cheer for.

Oh and hey... Vampira? If you ever get bored of chopping up offal for that crazy bastard you can always attend the try outs to be a dancer at my club? There's a pole with your name on it every Freaky Friday at The Double D Club. The guys would love a goth emo chick for a change I'm sure. I bet you've got some moves that even the Psycho hasn't teased out of you yet. Am I right? You know I'm right...

Now if you'll excuse me... I have some hotdogs and and hot wings to chomp into. Got to keep my strength up and keep match fit for the next mega eating contest you imagine I'll be attending.

Laters people...

(Eddie chomps into his sandwich and winks down the lens as the scene fades to black.)

[frostbite]

Frostbite and Bruno are walking around the backstage area as Bruno keeps looking around as if he believes somebody is going to attack them from behind well probably Frostbite more than anybody. The two continue to walk around as the two come across the chicken and barbecue sauce that is on the floor. The two step around that has they continue to move around the backstage area until they get to the drink machine and snack machine that has been pushed to the floor. Frostbite just shakes his head.

Frostbite.. You see this is what I am talking about here big man. Lucifer is too much of a damn hot head. That pussy pushes the drink machine to the floor and damn it, I am thristy. Can someone get me and Bruno here a soda?

Bruno continues to look around to see if Doomsday or Lucifer might come out of nowhere and finish things before they get started.

Frostbite.. Bruno would you relax, those two idiots are not going to do a thing until we get into that ring. I know them all to well. They do not have a set of balls between the two of them to try anything before the match.

Bruno gives him a puzzled look.

Frostbite.. Where is Joanne? We would have certainly given her a ride in the limo. We could have discuss a game plan, but I do not need one because I know how to beat those two. I am sure Joanne is taking care of KGB business as she should. I would almost ask Paul to give her the night off and I could handle these two morons by myself.

Bruno looks st Frostbite as if he has lost his mind.

Frostbite.. Come on, do not give me that look. You and I could handle those two. We could beat their asses. I would love to get back in the ring as a team with you big man, it would seem like old times.

Bruno shrugs his shoulders.

Frostbite.. So those two assholes did not like me speaking the truth earlier. Lucifer did not like the fact that I told the world about his drug addict mother. You know that is why his dad left because he could not take it anymore. If his father was a man about things, he would have taken Lucifer with him and maybe things would have been different. Maybe Lucifer would have gotten an office job instead of being involved in this business.

Frostbite laughs..

Frostbite.. I doubt it, either way you looked at it. He would have turned out a loser. Lucifer does not even know where he father is, but then again I do not blame his father. I might not want the world to know that he is my son. Damn loser.

Bruno continues to look around.

Frostbite.. But Doomsday he tells me that I crossed some line. Well that is the pot calling the kettle black. You see it was you that crossed the line when you talk about my dead wife. You are making out my Rebecca to be some whore. Come out and tell the world the actually truth about our neighbor and why he was over there. The truth was that Rebecca has a plumbing issue in the house and well the gut happened to be a plumber and he was helping her with the problem underneath the kitchen sink. Get your facts straight. The guy is a 60 year old man and he could have never given Rebecca want she needed. That woman loved me more than life itself. So I am so going to break your ass down to my size later on and destroy your worthless ass.

Frostbite looks around at the destruction done by Lucifer.

Frostbite.. You tell the world that I cheated on Rebecca. Well the truth was I did sleep with Linda but three years after Rebecca death. First off another thing, it was Linda ex that cheated on her first. Get your facts straight there you stupid ass. But since we are on the subject of cheating people. Why don't you tell the world that your new wife cheated on you with your partner, there Lucifer. I am going into details on that one but he wanted me to keep it from you. I did not want to do so because of our friendship but I did and it hurt me on the inside to keep it from you. So maybe before you two hit that ring later on tonight you need to hash that out.

Bruno looks at Frostbite in a state of shock.

Frostbite.. I have plenty of dirt on those two. I should tell you the time that Lucifer screwed a stripper and got STD.

Bruno does a double take on that.

Frostbite.. Later on tonight Joanne and myself are going to take care of these two once and for all. I need to have Paul forgive me because I let my friendship with these two cloud my judgement because those two will never become tag team champs around here. Those two are a waste of locker space. That problem will be taken care of later on.

Frostbite walks over to one of the drink machine and puts his foot right through it as soda begins to spray everywhere.

Frostbite.. Those two I promise will get what is coming to them.

Bruno and Frostbite walk away as we head back to ringside.

Jeremy Tucker.. This is getting way too personal here.

Andrew Fulton( chomping on some popcorn) I told you I was getting some, this is getting really good.

Jeremy Tucker.. Where is mine?

Andrew Fulton.. You need to get your own. But I can not wait for this match.

[Trent Jones MR Bones.]

((previously Recorded)) 
Its dark and noisy as you hear sounds of something being hit or pounded. ***Bang***  ***BANG***

Male Voice: If you Build it you will win… If you Build it you will win.

Trent Jones: I am fucking building it what more do you want from me?

Male Voice: If you Build it you will win… dude what the fuck how hard is it to drive a nail into a few boards so you have a place to hang your world title.

*************

Its the next morning and in Trent’s Room at the halfway house are some boards nailed to the wall and it looks like someone built it in the dark. You see the house has rules and lights out at 11pm are lights out. Trent is struggling; he enjoyed those no med days before he went one on one with Eddie D. He also blames his meds for the draw. However Trent arrived back in the Halfway house still undefeated on one on one matches and he received word he would be taking on Jonnie Valentine for the SWAT World Heavyweight Title.

Trent Jones is lying in his bed and he has a glossy look to his eyes. He reaches over and grabs his pill bottles and he tosses them in the trash. He sits up in the room and in the trash is Eddie D action figure. Trent picks him up and puts him in the pocket of his sleeveless hoodie that says killin it. He also has on shorts that are black and have a SWAT logo on one side and Trent Jones Logo on the other. He scratches his ass as he walks out of the room. He walks down the steps and stops and looks at the front door as he pops it open.

Trent looks at the street and he steps out of the house. He knows he can’t drink but damn he is sure ready to blast some of his baby batter in some skank. Mr. Bones was ready to dive in some bitches box and spray. Trent made his way down to the local bar. He pops the door open and everyone cheers for Trent as he makes his return. The locals know he is a pro wrestler but they also know he was not allowed to drink. People lift up their glasses and bottles and toast him. The bartender tries to hand Trent a drink but he shakes his head no. Trent walks over to a table of ladies that are drinking and he spins a chair around. So he is leaning against the back of his own chair.

The women all smile and Trent starts looking at the ladies and rating them from Worst to Worstest. The lady with the mole the size of a small penis creeps Trent out so he figures that is the worst. The Lady with 3 chins and neck that looks like her tits start from it goes next to her. The girl with the lazy eye is cute but Trent doesn't know if he can handle only one eye looking at her while she was blowing him. So she goes next to, titty neck 3 chin. Trent looks at the last two ladies, one looks like she was hot back in the day and the other looks like a dude… so Trent Moves the dude one at the end of the list and the former hot chick becomes the target.
This wasn't going to be making love this was going to be using a bitch and bouncing. He wasn't valentines, he was Mr. Bones and he was on a mission. He touches the best looking girl's leg and she smiles. Trent notices her teeth and they look like a cob of corn. Some yellow and some brown and some missing. “God damn you have summer teeth… some are their and some aren't” Trent said it out of natural response.. “I am just playing baby, you are beaut…. You are the hot… you are the lease ugly girl in this group”

Trent Jones wasnt giving a fuck but he was going to get his dick wet sometimes you just have to put a bitch down to get her pussy wet. Start with a complaint and then turn on the complement next to get them dripping wet.

“Look baby I am just playing. I have to play an asshole for the cameras but I totally can see you and me lasting like all of 2 hours today.” Trent smiles as the lady just smiles. Trent knows she wants to fuck because she is lonely and he is famous. He knows he can get all up in that even if he calls her a slut. He is watching her look at him like he is a corn dog. She is licking her lips and playing with her hair. He notices that titty neck is trying to flirt. He truly just needs to bust a nut.

But thats when he pictured Molly he wanted to be with her but he knew his life was messed up. But someday he would make her his wife. But today its just a release that he needs and then its all about winning the world title. Damn life was good for trent jone.

*******************
Later that same day. Trent is sitting on the steps to the home he is court ordered to live in. He had sex, he smelled alcohol and he “forgot “ to take his pills

“Damn that shit was bad but hey I caught my nutt. So look, it's time I start focusing on beating that next pussy… Jonnie that is you. You see last week I proved that I was better then, Eddie D. wait what is that?”

“It was a draw” says Trent Jone changing his voice as he pulls out the beat up Eddie D action figure.

“Well it was a draw, yet I got the World title shot and you are wrestling before the lights come on.” Trent puts the action figure down. He turns to the camera, “Sorry Eddie that all the tv time you get this week you are not world title material. But don't worry Once I am champion I will give you a shot.”

“Jonnie Sweatheartsday or Valentines or whatever your name is. Look its not personal I know you're some big shot in some group of losers here in SWAT. But guess what I don’t give a fuck about that because you and me are going one on one and this will be the night It all changes. I promised the world when I arrived here I would take the trash out and this week Jonnie its time I take the SWAT World title out of your hands.”

Trent doesn't give a shit about JV or any other name this fucker uses. From What trent had seen this was just another one of those people who have a new catch name every month. Mr. Bones was an earned Gang name. “Listen Jonnnie I want you to understand something. I am mr Bones because I earned this name. I have never lost in a one on one match and this week you find out what its like when you meet Mr. Bones in the ring.”

Trent Jones smiles, “Look you and your little club of losers can kiss the world title goodbye. This is my time to rise up, I am going to send you to the back of the arena crying with no belt. I promise this win and I promise that I am going to cause you pain… Pain you have never felt before. This loss will be the loss you never get over. It will be one you talk about for the rest of your life. Its the night Trent Jones came to some shit hold country and walked out with the fucking belt.” Trent pulls out Eddie D action figure.

“Look Jonnie i just want you to know that Mr. Bones is the real deal. I thought I could stop him Mr. Bones and I was wrong. Mr Bones is going to lay you out cold and leave you wishing you never faced him.”

Trent puts the action figure away once more as he puts dip in his mouth. “You know when you're thirsty and you would kill for a drink. Today I almost punched dick mole girl in the throat so I could drink her drink. Hell I am so thirsty I almost would drink a white claw but then I remind myself that I am not one of those. But you see Jonnie My thirst for alcohol is nothing compared to the desire to be the top guy here. You could say I am an addict but its more than that. I have to be the best because I am the best. I don't need people to say you're the best jonnie.”

Trent grabs an empty bottle and spits into it. Trent slowly walks back in the house and enters his room. He looks at the title display and he smiles as some dip runs out of his mouth.

“Look Jonnie have you thought about what life is going to be like after your loss of the SWAT title and the destruction of Jonnie Valentines. You see I have pictured what life is like if I Fail and let me tell you that's not an option. I truly will leave nothing behind in this match. I am going into this match with only one option. I must win this match but not because Its my last chance… Its a must win because I am better than you, I am stronger than you and I am more important than you.”

Trent jumps as he touches his crotch. “Fuck what was that” Trent continues to touch his crotch area. He spills his dip spit and he runs into the bathroom.

From inside the bathroom, “Fucking A, My Dick is sneezing from this bitch. What the fuck man.” Trent is freaking the fuck out. “Oh my god hand sanitizer burns so bad when its in your dick hole. Fuck me, it burns it fucking burns.”

Layton Cook walks near the bathroom door, “Bro what the fuck is going on in there?”
“Dude my dick is sick from this bitch I fucked earlier today”

“Dude is it the Covid-19?”

“Oh my god I thought it was like Skank Flu but fuck this may be it. Dude is this going to stop me from wrestling? Oh my god what if they say my dick is stick to fly. Fuck dude this is my shot. Call 911 and ask them what the fuck I do if I think my Little guy has covid?”

[edwarddubin0604]

(Team Fairtex is already suited up in their gear and are warming up in their locker room for their match with The New Society of the New Breed. The door opens and Warren W. Webber enters the locker room and Team Fairtex stops and looks disgusted that he's interviewing them.)

Tong Fairtex: So what did we do wrong to get you as an interviewer."

Phantam Fairtex: "The commissioner really hates us and KGB."

Tong Fairtex: "So what's the dishonorof your visit as if we don't already know."

WWW: "I'm here to interview you."

Tong Fairtex: "Figures. So how can we humor you if you actually have one."

WWW: "Tonight you face The Society of the New breed team of 'Golden God' Rally Jackson and Tuxedo Mask."

Tong Fairtex: "You now Rally Jackson used to be one of Hardkore World's greatest wrestlers. He was a tag team champion. He was a six-man champion and a singles champion. He used to be one of the most feared wrestler because of his speed and his hand to hand combat experience in capoeira. When anyone faced him they were taking their careers and their titles and putting it all in jeopardy."

Phantsm Fairtex: "He knows capoeira."

Tong Fairtex: "Duh!"

(Tong rolls his eyes and looks back at Warren W. Webber.)

Tong Fairtex: "Anyway, where was I."

WWW: "You were talking about how feared Rally was."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah. Now look at Rally Jackson now. He's ballooned up to over 300lbs. Oh he still has some agility in him and he still has some of that aggression in him. Yet look what's happened to him. Look at what he's lowered himself into doing."

Phantam Fairtex: "He's now fathered so many children and with more on the way putting himself into debt. He's eating himself to death. He's associating with his old running buddies who haven't done anything but protecting Jonnie Valentine's overrated ass."

Tong Fairtex: "That's right Phantam. He's changed his persona from Rally 'Tiger' Jackson, and Rally 'Jacare' Jackson to 'Golden God' Rally Jackson as if he's god's gift to women not to mention god's gift to the hospitality industry. Why Rally? Why did you lower yourself to crappy shit like being in Jonnie's shitty promos. You used to be somebody and look at you now. Now you're a prop for Jonnies dumb promos and nobodies taking you seriously."

Phantam Fairtex: "As if winning our SWAT World Tag Team Titles are going to do that and restore his past glory."

WWW: "What if he and Tuxedo Mask succeeds."

Phantam Fairtex: "Those jokes called The Society of the New Breed are going stink up SWAT and soiled these great championship belts. At least we brought honor and respect back to them. At least we showed that we'll take any team on and anywhere. That includes Satan's Disciples since they want a rematch so bad we even promised them for the past two shows and yes we will go through with it."

WWW: "You seem to be looking past Rally and Tuxedo Mask."

(Phantam putsn his hand up.)

Phantam Fairtex: "Whoa you wanted our opinion of our opponents and we just told you. Now you think we're looking ahead to any potential opponents. That's not the case Tripe W. We don't look past anyone and we never had and never will. You see Triple W we remain focused on only one opponent and one opponent only and that's tonight's opponents Rally and Tuxedo Mask."

WWW: "Speaking of whom. What do you really think of him."

Tong Fairtex: "Look he's just as desperate to prove he can win a title no matter which member of the New Society of the New Breed he teams with. Trent Jones said it best when he called Jonnie Valentine and his friends losers. Notice Tuxedo Mask teamed with that cosplaying Disney+ shilling asshole Marty Donovan and lost to us. If he loses again who will he team up with Suzi Spitz or Jonnie Valentine. Well who will he team with Triple W."

WWW: "How should I know."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah you're the guy with all the answers before we answer them."

WWW: "What's going to happen after tonight."

Tong Fairtex: "That's for us to know and you to guess Triple W."

Phantam Fairtex: "But we all know what that you'll know what that answer is even before you even ask that. Right now it's time for you to leave and let us finish our warm ups and pre match rituals."

(They shoo him out of the locker room and rsume their warm ups as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : The SWAT tag scene is really ramping up ahead of the big tourney in April huh Andrew?

Andrew Fulton : It sure is Jerry. La Famiglia seem real popular here in Europe. They put on a good show last time out and I am sure I’m going to enjoy them tonight too.

Jeremy Tucker : You weren’t that positive about them last week.

Andrew Fulton : Well the fans seem to like them and I can’t fight the tide every week.

Jeremy Tucker : That’s very true…

Andrew Fulton : It tires a man fighting every wave, even when he’s in the right and the fans are wrong. La Famiglia sure ain’t no Team Fairfax, but then very few are.

Jeremy Tucker : …And he’s back to his sweet discerning self again. Welcome back.

Andrew Fulton : I wasn’t gone for long, don’t get all clingy.

(Gorgeous Greg leads Stefano Esposito and Antonio Rossi out to a huge ovation. They hug and hit each other on the chest. They shout "Andiamo!" as "Con Te Partirò" by Andrea Bocelli plays then the pyros explode. Rossi and Esposito jog down to the ring giving high fives to the fans.)

Andrew Fulton: Why is Greg here again?! You have a tag team partner watching your back. How many eyes and fists does it take to keep you safe and standing upright. Tag teams aren’t what they used to be.

Jeremy Tucker: Would you stop, this Brit crowd know their wrestling history and no doubt remember Greg from the many championships he held all over Europe. Now he is La Famiglia’s coach and mentor.

Andrew Fulton: Well for inspiration and an example to follow look no further than the SWAT World Tag Team Champions Team Fairtex. Since they beat Hells Destruction last year no one has been able to touch them talent wise.

Frank Salazar: "Accompanied to the ring by their manager Gorgeous Greg! They are from Milan, Italy; Standing 5 feet 8 inches tall; Weighing 228 pounds; STEFANO ESPOSITO!! His partner Stands 5 feet 10 inches tall; Weighing 220 pounds...ANTONIO ROSSI!! They are LA FAMIGLIA!!!"

The British fans pop!! The music fades out. The two superstars give each other a brotherly hug and then stretch and flex ready for the upcoming bout. There’s an awkward amount of delay, their opponent’s music hasn’t been played in the arena and the two men look to each other and the referee wondering what’s going on.

Jeremy Tucker : There seems to be some delay in the O-Z’s entrance here. No sign of them backstage either which is confusing.

Andrew Fulton : Maybe they thought better of it. Called it a day. Maybe TJ Zousa had a better offer ballroom dancing somewhere. I do love a waltz done well…

(Both Brein O. Thomas & TJ Zousa erupt out from under the commentary table and dive into the ring behind La Famiglia, unsighted and unaware in the ring.)

Jeremy Tucker : How on Earth did we not realise they were hiding there?!

Andrew Fulton : It’s a huge desk Jerry. I thought I felt something against my leg earlier, but I thought you were just playing footsie with me to make me laugh…

Jeremy Tucker : La Famiglia have been blindsided and some big right hands are coming in from Brein O. Thomas and TJ Zousa on Antonio Rossi and Stefano Esposito here. The referee is trying to make some sense of all this and is calling for the bell to get this bout underway.

Andrew Fulton : The referee doesn’t know who the legal man is so he’ll just have to shut down all these closed fists for starters and see what he can make from the chaos…

Jeremy Tucker : TJ Zousa grabs Antonio Rossi and tosses him over the top rope to the outside! … Rossi fell hard and is slow to get back up… TJ Zousa skips up the turnbuckles… Suicide Senton!

Andrew Fulton : Rossi caught the worst of that contact but sadly TJ Zousa struck his leg on the railing! …He’s holding that knee though Rossi is slow to capitalise after being hit hard at the start of this one… Is that the knee TJ blew out years ago?

Jeremy Tucker : I think it is… meanwhile in the ring the referee seems happy that Esposito and O. Thomas are the legal men… Even though Esposito was jumped by O. Thomas he still managed to get the upper hand over his attacker with some mighty chops in reply and an uppercut of his own… O. Thomas and Esposito are circling each other… They lock up… Esposito twists out of the grapple and elbow smashes O. Thomas to the head, slips in beside the stunned O. Thomas… Russian Leg Sweep! …Esposito is up quickly… Elbow drop… Esposito up again quickly… Elbow drop… Esposito covers…

1… 2… Kick out!

Andrew Fulton : Rossi has shaken out the cobwebs and punched the struggling TJ Zousa a couple of times, but decided to return to his corner to support the in-ring action… TJ Zousa is limping but he has also got back to his corner… Esposito drags O. Thomas up and Irish whips him into his corner… Esposito follows in with a clothesline and O. Thomas slumps in the corner as Esposito makes the tag…

Jeremy Tucker : Rossi drags O. Thomas out of the corner and hoists him up vertical in a staling suplex, Esposito has scaled the ropes and dropkicked O. Thomas’ midsection as Rossi completes the suplex!!!....

Andrew Fulton : Wow! Great double team move! You get that wrong and you’ve just dropkicked your tag partner in the back of the head half way through a suplex… It makes for a hell of a car ride home conversation…

Jeremy Tucker : Rossi with the cover…

1… 2… TJ Zousa makes the save…

Andrew Fulton : TJ Zousa punches Rossi a couple of times as the referee forces TJ to leave the ring… Rossi shrugs off the blows, drags O. Thomas up, but O. Thomas grabs a hold of Rossi’s head and dives down to his knees… Jawbreaker!... Rossi and O. Thomas struggle to get back up to their feet… O. Thomas and Rossi exchange punches, but O. Thomas seems to be coming off worst in the exchange… O. Thomas ducks neatly away from two clumsy punches and tries to make a dive to tag in TJ Zousa?! …but Rossi grabs a firm grasp of O. Thomas’ left foot as he dives and O. Thomas drops short of the tag…

Jeremy Tucker : Rossi drags O. Thomas by the leg back to his own corner and tags in Esposito… Rossi drags O. Thomas up and hits a back breaker and keeps him prone over his knee … Esposito hops up onto the second turnbuckle and hits an elbow drop on the defenceless O. Thomas!!!!…

Andrew Fulton : The Decapitation!!!

Jeremy Tucker : You’re showing your age…

Andrew Fulton : Well what else would you call that move? If it was good enough for Demolition it should be good enough for you Tucker…

Jeremy Tucker : Esposito covers…

1… 2… TJ Zousa makes the save…

Andrew Fulton : The referee and La Famiglia are soon gonna get tired of TJ’s interference in these pin fall attempts.

Jeremy Tucker : Esposito turns on TJ Zousa as both men get to their feet… Kneebreaker by Esposito! …TJ Zousa rolls away clutching his knee and drops unceremoniously to the arena floor…

Andrew Fulton : O. Thomas is still down… Esposito makes the tag and gestures to the crowd and points skyward and shouts “Andiamo”…

Jeremy Tucker : Here we go… Looks like their taking this match home early folks… Esposito drags O. Thomas up and slaps him in a bear hug… O. Thomas goes to punch Esposito, but O. Thomas groans and grimaces with the pain as Esposito tightens his grip… Rossi erupts out of the corner… hits the ropes at full speed… comes steaming out of the rebound and clotheslines O. Thomas clean out of the bearhug!!!!

Andrew Fulton : … Rossi and Esposito take a bow and the crowd pop! …O. Thomas looks to be out cold…

Jeremy Tucker : Esposito rolls to the outside and pounds on TJ Zousa to prevent him making a save for a third time…

Rossi covers…

1.. 2… 3!!

Frank Salazar: WINNERS BY PINFALL… Antonio Rossi and Stefano Esposito… LA FAMIGLIA!!

Jeremy Tucker : Well I guess we could have guessed the outcome before the match given the recent marked improvements La Famiglia have been making, but I think if TJ Zousa hadn’t fallen foul of the guard rail with that Senton early on maybe things could have gone differently…

Andrew Fulton : The crowd here are lapping it up. They love these guys, they’re wrong to love them obviously, but hell I’ll grab a surfboard for a while because setting them right and fighting the tide tonight will be a thankless task… Well done… I guess.