Battleground 26 : The Spanish Inquisition (Show)

[SWAT Team]

[Back in New York.]

[Private security wheel out a number of championship belts in protective glass cases. As the last of the 21 world titles are wheeled out of the commissioner’s office, the X*Crown champion locks up, before limping after them. Dragging all the belts to Italy for the XHF Rumble seems like such a defeatist gesture. Almost admitting that someone else might claim them at the end. Fortunately he found a way to rent out their appearances, so at least he’ll be turning a profit.]

[The effects of his Manchester street fight are seen in the champion’s stride. Probably not a good day to be looking for favours, but Timeless never was good at reading a room.]

Timeless: Hey Zoran, look about my tag match tonight. Can’t you assign a partner to Linda. I’m just getting Roxy back into Anzac Cup winning condition, but she’s been managing for the past year – if Linda ends up bringing in some psychotic loser like CSK, or unprofessional loser like Marty Donovan, I’m worried she might get hurt.

[Zoran stops dead in his tracks.]

Zoran Sainovic: Hey Timeless, remember when we were pals, and that might somehow effect your bookings.

Timeless <not seeing where this is going>: Yeah.

[Zoran continues to walk.]

Timeless: Oh come on!

Zoran Sainovic: Nah. Screw you guys. I’m about to defend against fifty men – and ze trick is, because I’m ze champion, I get to come out last. Zey act like it’s an advantage, I’ll be ze freshest man zere, right?

Timeless <not seeing where this is going>: Right?

Zoran Sainovic: Wrong.

[Lifting his Armani shirt, Sainovic exposes his rib cage, which is hues of purple you never knew existed.]

Zoran Sainovic: Zanks to Soutter’s little “challenge,” I’ll be lucky if I’m cleared to wrestle. I’m ze damned under dog, and zose XHF bastards are going to be acting like every little move they pull on me is amazing due to my preferential placement. Ze cocky pricks. So zere will be no negotiations on tonight’s show.

<leans in so he’s face to face with Timeless> So when Joanne and Frostbite find zemselves in handicap matches tonight.

When Roxy wakes up in an emergency ward.

When ze KGB are curtain jerking for ze Society of ze New Breed...

<did the lights just get darker> I want you to let zem ALL KNOW... zat Paul Soutter PISSED OFF MANAGEMENT and ze KGB are suffering ze consequences.

Can you do zat for me, buddy?

[Timeless doesn’t respond. There is no negotiating with the level of hate in Zoran’s eyes.]

Zoran Sainovic: Zanks. <sadistic grin> I tell you, finding ways to torture ze KGB before ze Anzac almost made it difficult for me to exhaust my rumble opponents. Toni Caffrey finally gets ze main event he’s been clamouring for. All it took was me taking ze night off. I hope he doesn’t try to pin Valentine, just because Trent Jones made it look easy. <shakes head> With partners like zose, he’ll be getting ze rumble treatment early. And Toni moving up to ze main event, means a space for advancement has opened up for his pet project Hayden to go from curtain jerker to... slightly above curtain jerker? Off curtain jerking? <smirk> Lets just call him a jerkoff.

<the smile fades> When you wrap zings up here Al, I’ll keep an eye out for you in ze rumble.

[With that, Zoran Sainovic turns to follow the procession of championship belts. Frustrated, Timeless kicks the wall.]

Timeless: Damn it, Paul. Them belts will be MINE come end of the Rumble.

[The camera then cuts to Spain, for Battleground.]

Jeremy Tucker: Welcome fans to Battleground! The footage you just saw was from our offices a few days ago, but you heard it straight from the commissioner’s mouth – tonight’s show seems to be dedicated to him getting revenge on our founder, Paul Soutter, but taking it out on the KGB instead!

Andrew Fulton : He has booked both KGB members Frostbite AND Amazons Champion Joanne Canelli in handicap matches. Joanne against two fellow Bandits Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : The man is on a power trip, it’s blatantly obvious. All because Paul stood up to him and roughed him up before the XHF Rumble.

Andrew Fulton : Paul shouldn’t have done that, he should have gone to the rumble WITH Zoran and helped him with strength in numbers.

Jeremy Tucker : Paul is a man of honour and we saw that when it cost him the championship sending Timeless away from the match in Manchester which ultimately cost him the match and X Crown by the distraction.

Andrew Fulton : Paul’s gone soft. He is a shell of the man he was a year ago with Joe ruling the KGB and the wrestling world, Timeless is right and the KGB can blame him for this predicament and him alone.

Jeremy Tucker : That’s all well and good, but what about what else just happened in Manchester! Trent Jones, with the help of Eddie D, who we thought was his arch nemesis, defeated the Cats Pajama’s Jonnie Valentine and won the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship!

Andrew Fulton : What a glorious swerve it was. Eddie and Trent are a match made in hell, two big tough bastards who don’t take no shit, and when Zoran declared no KGB or Society members could interfere in any matches, really trying only to protect himself and the X Crown from the KGB, The Brothers in Anarchy swooped and shocked the Society and the World!

Jeremy Tucker : They sure did, tonight they team with Anthony Caffrey against Valentine, 110% Syberus and one half of the new SWAT World Tag Team Champions, The Golden God Rally Jackson. Jackson is out of control backstage I have heard Fulton, becoming the practical joker of the locker room, and he has ruffled more than a few feathers with his behaviours.

Andrew Fulton : I heard he left a loaf in Alex Withers bag during his final match with Caffrey. (Fulton has a chuckle.)

Jeremy Tucker : It’s very unprofessional behaviour and the boys in the back are getting a bit sick of it Fulton. Also tonight, Lucky Linda has a mystery partner in her match with Timeless and Roxylishus, who do you think it will be?

Andrew Fulton : Its between two people, i use the method of deduct all who are booked and see who is left. The Founder who has gone soft and has issues with Timeless, orrrr, her old Tag Team partner in the Irish Rose Bombshells, Avery McCullen.

Jeremy Tucker : Maybe it’s a returning superstar? A match I am really looking forward to tonight is El Combatiente meeting Hayden Callahan. These two have blown me away since first appearing with us a couple shows back, and now both are looking to climb the ladder and move to the next level here in SWAT.

Andrew Fulton : Callahan has been very outspoken in his disappointment with his previous opponents, and I don’t blame him, he shows the goods and shouldn’t be jerking the curtain.

Jeremy Tucker : We will be right back folks, with some words from our superstars, then, a triangle match between Ultra Kira, James Fierce and Colin Trentwood.

[lunchboxlarry]

[We move backstage. A tall, muscular figure stands back-to, towering over a table. The orange hoodie over his black uni might not be a familiar look just yet, but the lunchbox sitting on the table in front of him is a dead giveaway. The black _||_ on its face is the logo of SWAT’s newest wrestler: Lunchbox Larry.]

[The big man is bouncing between various cartons set up on the table in front of him. After completing his checks and balances, Larry steps back with a smile on his face. He swipes his hands back over each other, signaling a job well done.]

[Just on cue, his new tag team partner strolls into view.]

Lunchbox Larry: AH!

[K-JAX startles.]

Lunchbox Larry: Just in time!

[Instant relief falls over his flushed partner’s face, which is quickly replaced with confusion.]

K-JAX: You, uh, always greet people like that?

[Larry fails to register the clear concern on K’s face and replies enthusiastically.]

Lunchbox Larry: Only my good buddies!

[K-JAX shakes his head.]

K-JAX: Might wanna work on that… bud.

[Pretty sure all Larry heard was “bud” as his smile only grew wider.]

Lunchbox Larry: I never stop working! As you can see…

[The six foot four inch, refrigerator of a man channels his best Vanna White as he side steps to give the audience, or just K-JAX, a view the table he’s been setting.]

[Remember those cartons mentioned earlier? K-JAX looks them all over while scratching the side of his head, then returns his focus to Larry.]

K-JAX: First things first, Box. You gotta know I always appreciate extra effort. And this, I would definitely call extra. I don’t know, though… how exactly is all this ice cream supposed to help us beat La Famiglia tonight?

[Larry’s pointer finger raises to the Heaven’s. The big lug was obviously anticipating this question.]

Lunchbox Larry: AHA! But it’s not ice cream, ya see?!

[K-JAX shakes his head.]

K-JAX: Looks a lot like ice cream.

[Larry’s eyes pop and his mouth makes that surprised ‘O’ expression. He looks like that shy kid who’s best friend just told off the teacher in the middle of class.]

[He takes the extended pointer finger and reuses it to tell his partner to hold for a minute. He quickly turns back toward the table, twisting the carton’s around to show their labels.]

Lunchbox Larry: ITALIAN ice!

[Larry’s eyes widen, anticipating an “aha!” moment.]

[It doesn’t come.]

K-JAX: Well, I guess it’s healthier than-

[Just then, a familiar voice interrupts as none other than Skippy McScoop enters the scene with a mic in hand.]

Skippy: Oh, looky here! What an opportunity, we have! A chance to get to know the newest tag team at SWAT, plus get a tasty trea-

[In pure guard dog fashion, Larry goes from his jovial self to arms-crossed and defensive. He side steps just in time to block Skippy from getting within reaching distance of the Italian ice.]

Skippy: Uh, yes. I guess formal introductions before treats would be common courtesy. I’m Skippy McScoops, interviewer extraordinaire!

[Larry’s defense drops like the NBA All-Star game.]

Lunchbox Larry: I didn’t know we had royalt-

[K-JAX, quickly realizing the need to take the reigns of their public relations, steps in front if Skippy and snatches his mic.]

K-JAX: You don’t want any of that, Skip.

[Skippy frowns.]

K-JAX: Oh you’d really be frowning if we let you eat it!

[Skippy looks interested in the why. Larry looks befuddled.]

K-JAX: You see, this is special Italian ice. For our friends, La Famiglia.

[K-JAX shoots a devilish glance to Skippy, who slowly nods as if he’s picking up what JAX put down. Larry’s still confused.]

K-JAX: You take one scoop of this stuff and you’ll be King Skippy McPoops on the porcelain throne, if ya catch my drift.

[Skippy does. He straightens up and shakes his head. Larry doesn’t. He’s staring at K-JAX like he’s on drugs.]

K-JAX: So, if you would be a dear, please stand guard and make sure NO ONE but La Famiglia samples from our smorgasbord here. Can you do that for us?

[Skippy sneers.]

Skippy: I don’t thi-

K-JAX: Great, thanks!

[K-JAX pats Skippy on the shoulder as he eye-signals Larry that it’s time to go.]

K-JAX: We’re off to prepare a little more… formally, for our match tonight. Wish us luck.

[Skippy rubs the back of his head.]

Skippy: Good luck?

[As K-JAX grabs Larry by the arm and directs him back to their locker room, Lunchbox takes his free hand and brings his pointer and middle finger up to his eyes, then he points them both at Skippy. His blue eyes look as menacing as possible.]

[It’s not that menacing.]

[eddied]

(Eddie D and The Graveyard Ryders roll into the parking lot of the Double D Club. Axebone, their hard man lawyer, Bone Crusher Layton Cook, Trent Jones’ right hand man, and Mr Bones Trent Jones.)

EDDIE: Mi casa es su casa my friends. What do you think of the place?

(The outside of the place looks a little dated, but they nod politely as they dismount from their bikes. Eddie notices the reaction.)

EDDIE: Hey, it’s better on the inside. We’re not open yet so we can talk privately.

LC: If you’re going to ride with us again Eddie… Sorry but you need to get a better ride dude.

EDDIE: I guessed that… I have one on order… This one is just really convenient for parking and stuff…



(Eddie lifts the bike over his head and presses it one handed. Everyone looks amused and impressed apart from Trent Jones, who just smirks and heads towards the bar. They head inside...)






(The gang pull up chairs as Eddie hands out some bottles of cold beer. There are smiles and nods all around as they like the look and feel of the place and they all pause for a toast)

EDDIE: Welcome to the Double D Club… Here’s a toast to the legal system seeing sense and letting you reprobates back on the streets, here’s to The New SWAT World Heavyweight Champion Trent Fucking Jones and here’s to the foundation of The Brothers in Anarchy.

(They all clash bottles and toast with Eddie and take a glug of beer and relax a little)

EDDIE: What’s that Gilbert? (Eddie leans back over the bar to hear what’s said properly.) OK!... I’LL BE RIGHT THERE… Bear with me fellas… I just need to help take in an order of beer into the cellar, I’ll be 5 minutes tops… Be nice to any of the dancers that show up and drinks are on the house today.

TRENT: We may just drink you out of business. Do what you need to do, we’re fed and watered here thanks. You’re the hostess with the mostess.

(Eddie smiles, winks and lets the jest slide as he heads out of sight behind the bar.)

LC: Look Trent I know you want to trust this guy, but really, can we trust him?

TRENT: Look dude I get your concern…

LC: I just don’t get why he wants to be one of us, he doesn’t fit.

ALEX: As Trent’s lawyer I have to say I respect your concern LC but at the end of the day Trent needs someone to watch his back in the ring.

TRENT: The fact is he and I are the two biggest gents in wrestling today. LC you are the one that showed me his past and that leads me to believe he is the right choice.

LC: Well being the enforcer in a heel stable in another fed for years doesn’t mean he's still got what it takes to watch your back. What if he is just setting you up?

TRENT: Well he didn’t mind helping me with the world title and he had no issues being tagged with me. Look guys I am a grown ass man I got this. I thought introducing a nightclub owner to the gang would be to your liking. More drinks? Pints of brandy anyone? Eddie’s paying.

(They chuckle and just ask for beers. Trent walks around the bar and starts to help himself. Savannah, one of the club’s more attractive dancers, walks into the club. Brunette, 5’9”, blue eyes and a certain attitude conveyed in the gate of her walk, carrying herself confidently. The conversation dries up as each of the gang notices Savannah crossing to the bar. She delves into her purse briefly, pretends not to notice that they're all gawping at her and looks around the place.)

Savannah: Have you guys seen Eddie?

LC: Fat bloke, beard, about yay high?

Savannah: That’s him.

LC: No, I don't know him.

Savannah: Very funny. You must be the biker guys that Eddie is hanging with now?

TRENT: You must be one of those hot dancers he’s been so protective of. Hi, I’m Trent Jones…

(Trent shakes her hand politely, her slender hand dwarfed in his huge fist.)

Savannah: I follow wrestling; you kinda have to if you work here. I know who you are Mr Bones.

TRENT: I take it you were tuned in last week and saw me claim my world title?

Savannah: Yes. Congratulations. But I watched the whole show, so I know about your nut busting ways and your mayo innovation, so I think I’ll catch up with Eddie later. Chat soon guys…

(Savannah winks coyly at Trent and slips away, waving politely at the rest of the gang. The whole gang smile at Trent’s reputation preceding him and killing his chances. Trent shrugs off the polite blow off and gets back to collecting beers. As the rest of the gang watch her walk sexily away, Trent looks in his hand and looks at the piece of paper that Savannah slipped him discreetly at the bar with her mobile number and a kiss. “Who could blame her? She’s only human” Trent thought to himself. He screws up the scrap of paper, but stuffs it into his pocket. Maybe it would be a good banker call when the urge takes him. Savannah was prettier than many of his conquests truth be told, but his heart and mind were elsewhere really. Trent wondered whether he should give Molly a call later… Eddie comes back to the bar to break his train of thought.)

EDDIE: Sorry about the interruption. I was expecting one of the girls to collect an advance on her wages. She hasn’t been in has she?

LC: Brunette, fit as fuck, about yay high?

EDDIE: Yeah, That’s her.

LC: No, we haven’t seen her.

EDDIE: Very Funny.

LC: You’re not the first to say that today. She said she’d call back.

EDDIE: Nice. Do you prefer Bone Crusher or Layton?

LC: Layton at home, Bone Crusher out and about. Why?

EDDIE: I had a friend called Bone Crusher once. She didn’t like it. She wasn't violent; she just turned more guts than heads if you get my meaning.

LC: Yeah I get ya meaning.

EDDIE: She’d give a horny teenager on Viagra the droop.

LC: Yeah I get it?

EDDIE: Medusa turned men to stone with a glance, too long a glance at Bone Crusher Debbie made you wish you were stoned.

(The guys laugh and Trent gestures to Eddie to come over to the bar so they can talk without being overheard.)

TRENT: Let’s think about Battleground. We’re in the main event. Right where we both wanted to be. Where we belong.

EDDIE: Indeed. I’m glad we got that training session together in the week. I think those tag team moves we worked out will be devastating. When those guys we sparred with get out of hospital I’m going to thank them personally.

TRENT: The swerve has upset the apple cart and it’s not only The Society that are pissed at us. The whole roster, office and backstage are set against us too.

EDDIE: So we consolidate, win this big match and watch each other’s back, right?

TRENT: Yes and no. We win this match, but the havoc continues. We go on the offensive. No one likes us and we don’t care. We fear no one, because we’re not small retiring rookies. We’ve seen a thing or two in our time and the tag titles around our waists will be the next big shock for the idiots that still aren’t paying us the attention and the respect we deserve.

EDDIE: And we’re being tagged up with a guy who doesn’t think we were good enough for our title shot for The International Title weeks ago.

TRENT: Well there’s egg on his face and I’m stood here with the bigger chunk of gold, so I think we can forgive him his mouthing off and make the tag battle the focus for now.

EDDIE: By the way, there’s been rumors that I’m only doing all this to stab you in the back and take the gold myself.

TRENT: Yeah I heard that too. I’d like to see you try.

(The two square up to each other, but quickly they start laughing and slap each other on the arms, shrugging off the rumor.)

TRENT: I know your heart is set on the tag gold and I know you still hate Syberus, so I’m here for you, like you were there for me. That’s why you’re a Ryder now. That's why we're The Brother in Anarchy.

(Trent turns and addresses the whole gang.)

TRENT: Guys lets have one more toast.
To our noble host and newest member Eddie D, to more titles and more blood and guts and to The Graveyard Ryders, finally free at last and ruling the roads again.

(The gang all cheer and clank their beer bottles together and wash down their toasts and slap each other on the back.)


And then there was a glamorous plane ride to Spain... 

[Jonnie Valentine]

(The History Channel begins with somber cello music as the graphic "Wrestling Tragedies" comes up then fades to host Chester Attlee, an older gentleman dressed in a seersucker suit and bow-tie. Atlee is standing in front of a background playing slo-mo wrestling clips of the matches he's referencing)


Chester Attlee: Good evening, and welcome to another addition of Wrestling Tragedies. I am your host, Chester Atlee. The year was 1972. After being back suplexed, Stan Stasiak lifted his shoulder at the last second as WWWF Champion Pedro Morales effectively pinned himself. There is no footage of this title change, and Stasiak lost the title to Bruno Sammartino 9 days later at a house show. 


Chester Attlee: In 1982, Otto Wanz, an Austrian promoter who was rumored to have paid Verne Gagne handsomely for a shot at AWA World Champion Nick Bockwinkel. The old, out of shape Otto Wanz was able to upset Bockwinkel, marring his two year reign. Wanz lost it back to Bockwinkel a mere 41 days later, and faded from the US wrestling scene. 


Chester Attlee: In 1987, NWA World Champion Ric Flair, was fresh off of successful feuds with Dusty Rhodes, Nikita Koloff, and Magnum TA. On a house show in Detroit, while wrestling perennial midcarder Ronnie Garvin, Ric Flair slipped off the top turnbuckle, crotching himself on the ropes. Ronnie Garvin took advantage with a sunset flip and won the NWA World Championship for 40 days. He lost it back to Flair in Chicago, Illinois while the chants of "Garvin Sucks!" rained down on the supposedly babyface champion. Within two years, Ronnie Garvin became a full time referee. 


Chester Attlee: That brings us to 2020, SWAT World Heavyweight Champion "The Cat's Pajamas" Jonnie Valentine had Trent Jones easily handled and was on his way to yet another dominant victory. After dropkicking him into semi-consciousness, Jonnie covered a urine soaked Trent Jones as the antisemitic incel kept whispering "Please don't hurt me anymore." It was then that Eddie D, AKA Eddie Spaghetti, a man that had been so mercilessly ribbed in the locker room that he had to beg SWAT promoter Zoran Sainovic to ask Rally Jackson to stop shitting in his bag, cracked. In what many psychologists have likened to a form of Stockholm Syndrome, Eddie D became enraptured with a man Trent Jones who had called Eddie a "jobber", and a "little bitch". Rather than the rightful indignation these terms should have caused, Eddie, void of any real father figure in his life, made Trent Jones, winner of SWAT's 2019 "I Want To Be A Wrestler" video essay contest, the central point in his life. To put Trent Jones in his lifelong debt, Eddie D knocked out Jonnie Valentine with a baseball bat to hand the SWAT World Championship to him. Trent Jones, who many point to as the reason SWAT had to discontinue the Women's division due to the restraining orders. And Eddie D, a man who had to get dressed in the front seat of his car to keep his street clothes from getting covered in wrestler excrement in the locker room, had became co-champion with Trent Jones and became...whatever stupid name they will decide to call themselves. 

Chester Attlee: Stan Stasiak, Otto Wanz, Ronnie Garvin, and Trent Jones. Men who where a blip in history. Men who became obscure trivia questions. Men who looked like they smelled like Marlboros and beer farts. And men who were eventually run off from the sport to do YouTube videos explaining their perplexing wins. Thank you for joining us tonight. I'm Chester Attlee.

(Sad cello music plays as the camera does a slow pull away as the Wrestling Tragedies graphic comes up)

[edwarddubin0604]

(The tron shows Psychotic Goth who is wearing an ancient mask that looks like a bull's head and Vampira who are surrounded by thick fog that makes the darkness eerie and even more scarier. Psychotic Goth is clapping with mock admiration, disrespect and scorn.)

Vampira: "Tuxedo Mask you did well in carrying that pathetic overweight whore Rally 'El Gordo' Jackson who stole the credit from you. Tonight you are alone and tonight Psychotic Goth is going to make you a sacrifice to the ancient mythical bull Mithra."

(Psychotic Goth continues to clap with mock admiration, scorn and disrespect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Congratulations Tuxedo Mask on your acquiring the SWAT World Tag Team Championships beating Team Fairtex. Yet the only true reason you did so is because I made it so Tuxedo Mask. I made it happen because I cursed them. I caused KGB's losses to you and that flatulent slob of a whore Jackson. I caused Soutter to lose to Sainovic. I even caused Valentine to lose to Trent Jones. Yes Tuxedo Mask. I caused it by cursing KGB and the New Society of the New Breed. I caused it and yet you and the rest of those old over the hill bitches don't realize it."

(He roars in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "You don't see the reality of the situation. You carried the match and that fat bitch steals the credit when he was in there for barely five minutes. Then again you are too naïve to see that. Team Fairtex warned you that you were just a clown and a court jester and tonight you are going to have a new master. That master is 'The King of the Goths.'
A much more cruel master overlord who is going to make you my bitch and my personal clown."

(Psychotic Goth roars again.)

Psychotic Goth: "I don't care if this is going to be an empty arena. I don't care if the arena is filled with a thousand fans. I don't care if we fill a bullring with fans and you use swords and a cape to take me on Tuxedo Mask. It doesn't matter to me. I'm going to tear you apart limb from limb. I'm going to show you that I own you. I control your destiny. I'm going to cash in my favor one day and when I do Tuxedo Mask. You shall see that I will claim your soul if you refuse. I shall make sure the curse I put on your worthless sonofabitches shall grow even worse as I tear through each and everyone of them until my bloodlust and zeal shall finally be quenched if it gets quenched."

(He roars like a minotaur and screams in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "In ancient times this nation was part of the ancient Carthaginian Empire. It was part of an empire that was destroyed by the Romans and they helped spread the word of the great Minotaur in later years. Now I shall do the same as I spill your blood and commit such carnage against you it shall be too unfit to watch even for the ringsiders if there any and shall be censored on television."

(Psychotic Goth bellows in rage and screams in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "You see Tuxedo Mask it's as everyone was saying you and I have this hatred for each other and for me it's quite genuine. I still remember the events from last year when the now insignificant and inferior Disney+ shill Marty Donovan screwed me by impersonating a referee. I've been harboring and I've been stewing my hatred and anger. I've been plotting my revenge and cursed you and The New Society of the New Breed. Tonight I start with you. Then I shall continue to beat each and everyone of you down until I get my complete and total revenge."

(He laughs demonically.)

Psychotic Goth: "That's right Tuxedo Mask. Do you think that your fake courage and valor is going to help you when you face me. Do you think that the ringsiders will care if I take you out of action indefinitely. Let's see if the rest of your friends care about you as you are in the ICU. I guess that's why you refused to even enter the Anzac Cup. It'
s because you're scared of teams made up of Caffrey and Hayden. You're scared of Team Fairtex again along with everyone else because you are inferior along with the rest of The New Society of the New Breed."

(Psychotic Goth continues to laugh louder.)

Psychotic Goth: "I can see why. In 2017 The Society of the New Breed entered Karnage and whoever that other man who teamed with him since they were forgettable anyway into the Anzac Cup. Yet they lost. Even your fat overweight partner lost in that tournament. I knew you all were pathetic and tonight I shall prove your pathetic ass is just that and that's pathetic.
Pathetic and worthless and living on time I'm allowing you to live on. Soon I shall cut the legendary string of fate and I shall let you fall to your doom."

(He continues to laugh.)

Psychotic Goth: "You're sacrifice on the author of Mithra shall be painful as I rip you apart and there shall be n mercy in my doing so. Your pain shall be intense and I shall not let go until I say your suffering shall end. If your bitches try to save you and I know you will have them save your stinking ass. I shall search you down and I shall kill you and claim your mask and the head that it covers for my trophy collection."

(Psychotic Goth laughs even louder before lowering his head and raises his arms and flings his head back revealing his pale handsome goth like looks.)

Psychotic Goth: "Do not think this warning is just some bluff. Do not think this warning isn't serious Tuxedo Mask because it is. My hatred and rage against you and the rest of the New Society of the New Breed is quite real. I am death shadowing you. I am death stalking you. I am death ready to strike you down. Welcome to your Doom. Tuxedo Mask. WELCOME....TO.....YOUR.....DEATH!"

(He roars in an ancient dialect as the tron goes dark but his roar and scream in an ancient dialect continues to echo throughout the arena.)

[Trent Jones MR Bones.]

Previously recorded 

Moments after Trent Jones reached his locker room with his first title on his shoulder. He looks in the mirror and smiles. He pictures how happy Layton Cook will be when he gets home. His cell already has 10 missed calls and numbers of texts. Trent smiles once more as he sets the belt down.

Trent yells as he holds up his Graveyard Ryders vest, “The mother fucking Ryders Ride!” Just a month ago he had denounced the group and told the judge his life was different now. Alex had a meeting with the judge and prosecutors just the other day. “World fucking champion bitches… I told all this trash I was coming for them.” Trent smiles even more as he picks the belt back up.

“Jonnie you little bitch I told you I was coming for this belt. Its just sad that Caff couldn't get the job done. My boy Eddie D would have got the job done… you best believe that 111% guarantee that mother fuckers.”

A lot has happened in a little bit of TIme. Mr Bones wins it all in 8 matches and has become the “face” of SWAT. Eddie D and Trent Jones the two top guys would join and team up with Trent. No even Better Eddie D would get patched into the ryders. One of the missed calls and voicemail is from Alex Stone the layer of Trent with news on the court decision.

Trent Was ready to take that next shower and try to get off the smell of the rank mayo and then it was time to party. But then it happened his phone rang once more, it was a Molly cell phone calling him. Trent wanted to talk to her but he was not ready to admit the slump buster had worked to Molly. She was not going to understand. He knew one thing he needed to take his meds before they could have that first conversation. Trent's heart was beating as he waited for his notification of a voicemail to show up. After a long pause he assumed she chose to not leave. Trent headed to the shower with his title, a bottle of soap and towel.

Had Trent Jones won his first title and lost the love of his life all in one night. He was scrubbing at his groin. Trent felt he was in a slump so he used the slump buster, got some infection from mayo and then all his luck turned around. Molly could easily be done with him before they ever really got started. Hell she was still legally married and they still have never had sex. Little did Trent know that the idea he would fuck some skank but not her was killing her deep inside.

As he stepped out of the shower he would see the voicemail from Molly had rung through she must have deleted it and re recorded it many times for it to take that long. Trent pushed play on the First voicemail from Molly, “Trent I ah... well I…. I am not sure where to start. I was so upset and pissed off to see that you chose some bar skank over me and that you felt that was your best option… Like why am I waiting for you when you would rather have some easy skank. Congrats on being a champ i guess you have it all now… fuck you!”

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California was a place that Trent had only been to a few times in the past. The past trips was to go to large biker rallies. Trent had received word from Alex Stone that the prosecutor was dropping the charges and Trent was no longer required to stay at the halfway house. On top of that because of Layton Cook finding a job he had reached his final hurdle to jump and he was free to leave as well. The problem was these two didn't have a home to call home anymore. With the club house of the Ryders gone Trent had no other real place to call home. Trent Asked Alex to Bring Layton Cook out to California so they could all meet up with Eddie D and head to the Double D Ranch.

Inside the ranch the beer was flowing, Laytoon Cook, Alex and Trent had a little talk about Eddie D , was he someone they could really Trust. Eddie seemed to feel the tension and tried to make a few jokes even mentioning another Bonecrusher he knew… this one was an ugly bitch so they guy laughed but It didn't really seem to help LC feel better about the new member of the gang. But he knew it wasn't his call so he was going to just watch Eddie closer.

Trent and Eddie had their first business talk. They had a third wheel, someone who had not been a “fan” of either guy. But they agreed this was just the first of much more to come. They were going to win the tag belts and put the rest of the roster on notice. A final toast was putting everything on track except Molly. Trent still hasn't returned the call and had 3 more voicemails from her. He couldn't hit play. He was worried about what it would say. The meds were working once more for Trent as he could think and act more responsible than he had the last few weeks. But let's face it Trent on meds was still a big man child. Trent was glad to have a friend in the business, hell they were a lot alike, one more stable than the other but nonetheless. They both had insulted the roster and Trent was glad he could back it up and he knew Eddie D was going to continue as well.

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Trent makes his way through the airport in California he has his title belt on his shoulder as he makes his way to the TSA security. He tosses the belt down on the conveyor and both his shoes and wallet, cell phone and keys go in the plastic tote. Trent watches as they scan his shit, he steps into the 3D scanner and Trent strikes a pose. He sees one of the TSA agents pick up his belt and he starts to freak the fuck out.

The TSA officer at the scanner, “Sir please hold still it only takes a second.”

Trent screams back at the man that is just trying to do his job, “Look man I the fucking world champion and that wanna be mall security guard which is over there is trying to take my belt. I swear to fucking god I will take him out.” People in the area are all watching.

The TSA officer tries to calm Trent back down, “He is just inspecting it to make sure its safe, in the future you may want to check it in your suitcase.”

Trent laughs for a second, “So some minimum wage bag mover or someone in your group can take it. That belt is worth a fucking a lot of money I don't think so Paul Blart.” things were not going very smoothly for Trent. They let him grab the belt and they asked him to stay relaxed and calm.

Trent was pissed but he quickly calmed down as he noticed some fans wanted a picture. He wasn't a big fan of fans but he was glad to take pictures that he knew would get on the internet with him and the belt.

A teen girl walks over and she tries to act cute but Trent can smell the jailbait from a mile away. “Trent Jones I love you, will you take a picture with me?” Trent smiles and stands back a little and he holds the belt in the picture. She tries to scoot back to him and he backs up.

Just then some guy walks by and says Jonnie is going to get you.

Trent laughs for a second then the smile goes away, “You see dumb-ass Jonnie Valentine is back up at the cabin with the boys. I am sure the boys are going all out telling him he got screwed. But at the end of the day he knows the better man won. I promised I would be champ and guess what I am the champ.”

Trent takes a picture with others and then he makes his way to the gate and sits down in a chair. He puts the belt on his legs so he is looking at it. He pulls out his phone and plays the 2nd voicemail from molly, “Look Trent I am sorry about my last message. This divorce is killing me and I thought we had something. Turns out you're just another guy who doesn't want me.”

Trent knows he hurt her and for some reason he actually cares he hurt her. That feeling is something he doesn't know how to handle. Trent looks at the phone and the belt, “I guess Jonnie I know how you feel you lost a title that was out of your league. Looks like I lost a girl that was out of mine. Lucky for the Network and SWAT fans this title is in my league and I will be the greatest SWAT champion ever.” Trent starts to push the button to call her but he stops, “Jonnie I get it you want to demand a rematch but you know you can't win it back… It must eat away at you, but don't worry you can now play Judge Jonnie and do all that other stupid shit no one wants to see.”

Trent continues as he looks at the belt, “You know I thought winning this belt was going to be the best feeling in the world but the best feeling is knowing that Jonnie when you woke up in the back and knew that reality hit and your days as a pretender were over. That was a great feeling. You see when Eddie D and I win the tag belts it is going to prove we are the best and it will truly be discouraging for the talent… that word is hard to say… discouraging for the wrestlers here to know the top titles all belong to the Ryders.” Trent picks the belt up and he turns it so its sitting against him where people can see it. “A champion above all the trash in SWAT feels somewhat like I am the leader of a 3rd world shit hole country. Like yes I am leader but why the fuck would I want to be here?”
Trent looks around as some people have stopped and are watching him while taking pictures. “You know I am being a little hard on 3rd world countries… The truth is It is an honor to be champion and I am glad that SWAT can finally be called the top company in the XHF Network.” Trent notices that Eddie D is walking through the Airport Eddie D which is smiling as he makes his way towards Trent Jones.

Trent Stands up and the two men seem to be in good spirits knowing they are now the favorites to win every match in SWAT. Trent moves the belt to his left hand as the two men shake hands and pose for a few pictures.

“Eddie, sorry about making you take pictures with the people but as a champion they want me to pretend to care about people… so just fake it like I do.”

“You know a lot about people faking it don't you… you call Molly yet?”

Trent paused and didn't want to talk about Molly yet here he was asking. Trent and Eddie haven't talked much yet Eddie seemed to care. Something Trent wasn't expecting when he agreed to team up. But this was starting to look like a real friendship not just a business arrangement.

“Look man she is pissed and I have only listened to the first few voicemails. I don't want to fuck it all up more than I have..”

Eddie D smiles, “Oh you think your Mayo sex episode with someone not named Molly might have fucked things up for you?”

Trent looks at him, “I don’t even know her name, it was just a slump buster.”

Trent sat back down. He was thinking about Molly but he was also thinking about this main event. He knew that they were going to win. But he was looking forward to beating the shit out of Jonnie and MR. 110%. He also had a chance to face some golden boy in a match. Trent was ready to prove that he deserves to be the Champ in SWAT and he was ready to show the tag champs why they were coming for those belts as well.

Eddie D was looking at something on his phone while Trent played the 3rd voicemail. “Look Trent I know we were not officially together so I can't be mad you fucked some skank… but really dude why did you not sleep with me? Please call me, I won't yell at you, I just need answers please.”

Trent felt relieved and was getting ready to call her when he played the 4th voicemail. “Look you piece of shit I hate you… I was ready to move when this divorce is done in a few weeks to be with you and give this a full shot. Not because you're famous, not because you're a champ, not because you have money… the truth is my ex was rich I didn't need your money.”
“Damn”

Eddie looked over at Trent, “Lets go man we got a long flight ahead of us.”

[Lucky Linda]

”Ei, does this desert goes on forever ?” It’s Lucky Linda La Fey, she is in a jeep driving over the desert in Tunisia. She is dressed in an Indianna Jones outfit, hat, whip, the works. “Are we there yet?”

“Almost” replies a safari warrior driving, he looks like he just stepped off the set of Jumanji.

“Are you sure we are not lost?” Asks Linda. “You said almost 20 minutes ago.”

“It was actually only two minutes ago maam.” He replies in a friendly banter kind of way, he is not upset with Linda, who could be? “I know exactly where we are going, i set up this whole thing for Sainovic.” There is a brief pause as Linda stares off into the desert, an intense look of hatred in her eyes at the mention of the man holding back her two million dollar prize money. “There you go.” Says the guide. “Luck must be with you, see it up over that dune?”

“Luck is ALWAYS with me.” Replies Linda jovially, shaking off the Sainovic hatred to be civil. Manners count folks. “Tell me” asks Linda, stepping out of the jeep and grabbing her back pack and checking its contents for adequate supplies. “If you helped set this thing up, how could you just leave Sue down there to fend for herself like this? She better be ok.”

Linda is referring to Sue from accounting, who Sainovic cruelly put in the Darth Vader outfit and then left for dead in this pit that now stands before us. “We didn’t know anyone was down there maam. Who would do such a thing?”

“Zoran would.” She spits out the name, her lip snarling in contempt for the SWAT Commissioner and X Crown champion. “Come on, let’s get her, she has been down there for two whole weeks now, god knows is she is even still alive. “

“We will need luck on our side if she is still breathing.” The guide says, grabbing some ropes and also checking his equipment.

“Well Hank.” That’s the guides name, Hank, we just learned that right then. “I am feeling mighty Lucky today.”

Hank attached a long rope to the platform the X Crown match was held on, and Linda quickly grabs it while he is checking something else, she tugs on it, checking his knot, then begins to abseil down it. “Heyyyyyyy! I am supposed to go first” Hank yells down from the platform.

Linda ignores him and keeps dropping down the pit, bouncing off the wall like a pro, making sure to miss all of the spikes and traps Zoran had installed. She drops to the bottom and all we see is darkness. Then we see a torch come on she had at her hip. She shines the torch around and we see there is two tunnels. She walks around a little, scoping out the pit with the torch waiting for Hank, then hears a whispered gasp from off to the left. She shines the torch over there, and we see Sue from accounting.

Sue s filthy, covered in dirt and sand, cuts all over her and slumped on the ground. Her eyes look glued shut and she looks frail. Linda races over to her and grabs her canteen and holds it to Sue’s lips for her to drink, thinking to herself ... I know i am lucky but this is too easy.

There is a thudding sound, Linda turns around and we see Hank has landed in the pit also. He races over to them. “You should have waited for me to go first ... you found her? Already? “

“Ei. She is barely breathing, but alive.” The Darth Vader suit is scattered around them and Sue is shaking from the cold. Hank pulls a blanket out from his pack and places it on her, checking her over. “He will pay for this.” Linda states, more to herself than to Hank. “He will pay for everything.”

“Who?” asks Hank. Holding some more water for Sue to drink, it pours down her chin and she is coming too, he then pours some on her face, washing the dirt away.

“Zoran!” Linda snaps. Then calms herself, Hank doesn’t need to be yelled at “Sue! I can’t believe we found you, did you just sit here waiting for us all this time?” asks Linda.

Sue shakes her head, she tries to speak but her voice is too croaky. “Come on, lets get her out of here.” States Hank, we can ask her all the questions in the world once she is stabilised and safe. He starts tying some knots in the rope, and it forms a harness of a kind, which he slides Sue into. “I will climb back up, and pull her up, then i will throw the harness back down to you to come up also.”

“That’s a lot of pulling” Linda replies, “Let me come up after you, then we can pull her up together”

Hank thinks about it for a moment but it’s a valid point and he nods his agreement then starts climbing up the rope, Linda follows up behind him, he looks down and shakes his head, he intended for her to be pulled up with the harness also, but she is a professional athlete and looks very capable in the rope climbing department. They both reach the top and as he was first up he lowers a hand and hauls Linda onto the platform, they both then in silence begin hauling Sue up. Lucky for Hank she came to join him, Sue, I think may have enjoyed an extra muffin or two on her tea breaks from accounting.

They haul her up and Sue is unconscious now. Both Hank and Linda look at each other with concern, getting her onto the platform with some trouble but they did it and she hasn’t moved. “She needs urgent medical attention.” Hank says.

We see the shot then cut to the jeep driving through the desert, Linda in the back nursing Sue. We then cut to a hospital bed, and Linda is by Sue’s bed as she comes too. “Linda.” Sue says still a bit croaky but the drip has replenished a lot of her fluids. “I can not thank you enough for coming out to save me.”

“Ei.” Replies Linda. “I am sorry to say, but there do be ulterior motives involved, I wish I had have just come right away, but I was also fuelled by the information you have about my missing prize money.”

“Information?” replies Sue a little lost.

“Too be sure” answers Linda, a hint of panic creeping into her voice. “Don’t tell me you have lost your memory in the caves?
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“No, i have full memory Linda.” Answers Sue. “I was given a piece of paper by someone saying they had information about the missing prize money, and to meet them down in wardrobe, and when I got there, Mr Sainovic, he waylaid me and dressed me in the Darth Vader suit and then ushered me out onto the plank.”

“That son of a BITCH!” he is trying to cover his tracks and get rid of all the accountants in the process. “We can’t let him Sue! I want my Prize Money! I earned it!”

“I .....” Sue falters and looks away. “I just want to forget the whole ordeal. I am not strong like you Linda. I am not a wrestler, only an accountant. I have a family.”

Linda doesn’t answer, she just sits there looking at Sue who can’t meet her eye and is looking out the window. “What happened to Marty?” asks Linda, trying to change the subject.

“I don’t know, he came tumbling down the pit, then raced off and left me there for dead. I travelled up and down them tunnels and couldn’t find a way out. I somehow made it back to the entrance and tried to climb out, but i couldn’t.” Sue starts crying.

Linda gives her the there there pat. “What a creep.” Linda rises. “I am going to leave you now to rest. Look after yourself Sue, and if you hear anything more about my missing prize money, be sure and to holler, you hear.” Linda leaves the room, Sue too ashamed to meet her eyes as she does and keeps looking out of the window in the hospital room.

We switch to outside the hospital and Linda is seated on a bench under a nice tree. No, she isn’t still in her Indianna Jones get up, nor was she in Sue’s room She is now wearing a blue Wanna get Lucky t shirt. “Zoran Sainovic! Listen up and listen good! I know you are off to defend your X Crown title in the XHF Rumble. I could give a rats about that belt or you. I hope they beat your stinking, lying, stealing carcass to within an inch of your miserable life. You are the worst thing that has ever happened to SWAT, and we have had the likes of Suzi Spitz as our World Champion for Pete’s sake. Hells Bouncer too.” Linda shakes her head somewhat. “I flipped the script on Suzi to win that No Mans Land tourney, and I am going to flip it on YOU too and get my money back. One way or another.”

“As for Battleground and whom my partner will be, and onto the Anzac Cup.” Linda smiles to the camera and points to her forehead. “Let’s just say that’s for me to know and you all to find out. I don’t fear Timeless or his hussy. My partner most certainly doesn’t either. So, Timeless. Roxylishus. You got to ask yourself a question. Do you feel lucky? Well? Do ya? PUNKS!

[mosler]

[How bad could the show be going without him there to micromanage it? Zoran Sainovic tunes in on his phone just as he’s accused of attempted murder.]









[...]









[Well there’s that.]

[The commissioner furrows his brow. If Linda keeps rattling this hornets’ nest instead of going after the money men, all this libel might get her into a confession match... and those never end well. Shaking his head, Zoran looks up in horror.]





Zoran Sainovic: ...If... no one ever sees Marty Donovan again...






[wait for it.]









Zoran Sainovic <wide eyed horror>: Then... SUE ATE HIM!

[Cannibalism. Proboards is going to cancel battleground for sure. Zoran rubs his temple. He wanted ONE fucking show to focus on his championship reign and they couldn’t even give him that. Also he definitely didn’t tell Eddie to stop defecating in Rally Jackson’s bag, because Rally Jackson isn’t a person. So many false allegations.]

[edwarddubin0604]

(The Hired Killers are in the locker room dressed in their wrestling gear pacing back and forth pondering their match with fellow KGB member Joanne Cannelli and why Commissioner Zainovic would do this. The door opens and Glamourous Glenda enters the locker room.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Hired Killers. What do you think of your match with fellow KGB member Don Joanne Cannelli."

Jade: "You know we would usually day 'You got the money. We got the time.' but in this case we won't because of that sick and twisted sonofabitch Commissioner Sainovic. He dares to divide and destroy The KGB all because he thinks Soutter is weak and that he stood up for us."

Kim: "Then he decides to us fire if we dare refuse as if he's some kind of god. Well we have some words for that sick and twisted fuck and that is shit off Zoran. If anyone takes that X-Crown off of you and it will happen. There's no one going to save your ass from being beat down even if you're still the commissioner."

Jade: "You know if anyone wants to put a contract out on him we'll be more than happy to take on the job just to show that muther fucker that you don't mess with The Hired Killers. Now about our match with Don Joanne Cannelli, whom we consider an ally and a friend and someone who will watch her back when needed. We all know that strutting peacock of an X-Crown Champion is going to make sure all three of us kill each other so he can brag he's destroying The KGB."

Glamourous Glenda: "Did he promise you anything in return for facing Joanne."

Jade: "Yeah we asked and in fact we demanded to know and he answered just like we thought he would and that's with lies and fake promises. We weren't going to fall for that scam and never will fall for that scam. So when we get through with this business Sainovic is going to be next on our hit list and he better have good security because we're pros."

(Kim bangs her fist in her palm and rubs it before repeating the motion grinding her teeth hard.)

Kim: "Oh we're going to love taking him down and out and giving him a damned beat down."

Jade: "That's exactly what's going to go down for pitting us against each other."

Glamourous Glenda: "What's your plan."

Jade: "Let's just say we're going to stuff everyone of his cigarettes all other tobacco right down his poisoned stunted lunged throat. Then the rest shall be done Hired Killers style and don't ask since it's not going to be pretty."

Kim: "Oh it's really ugly when it comes to how we handle our business Glenda. After our match we're going to hunt that bitch down and we're going to handle our business with him our way. He will regret his actions and he shall regret them with plenty of unpleasant retaliation. In fact if Joanne gives the word we'll carry out that threat without any guilty conscious since we're just that and that's Hired Killers. How we're going to do it is for us to know and Zoran to figure out."

Glamourous Glenda: "Do you think Joanne's thinking the same as you about manhandling Zoran."

Jade: "What she's thinking isn't our concern. She's obviously wanting to defeat us as we want to defeat her even though we're not going to like it. Like we said we don't know what she is thinking but once we're in the ring we have to throw out our friendships and tear into each other even though we won't like it."

Glamourous Glenda: "Do you consider throwing the match as an option.)

(Anger show in their faces but The Hired Killers keep it in.)

Kim: "Listen Glenda and listen real good. We don't take a fall for anyone and we don't throw a match. Now maybe that's what you think we'll do because of our loyalty to Cannelli but that doesn't mean we'll be conducting our business in the ring any different."

Jade: "If Cannelli summons us we'll see what she wants and then when our match begins we'll go at it until one of us wins the match. That's all that is needed to know and it's on a need to know basis."

Kim: "Right now we have to cut this interview short since we have some other business to take care of and if want to know it's non SWAT and XHF business."

(They pat Glamourous Glenda on the shoulder as they pass her and leave the locker room."

Glamourous Glenda: "Well that was unusually short but back to you guys."

(The scene slowly fades t black.)

[King Syberus]

[ We open on Syberus stood backstage looking on a monitor at the aftermatch of Jonnie's title loss to Trent Jones in Manchester. ]

110% Syberus: What the...

[ He looks around to see who else is watching with a look beyond disbelief across his face. ]

110% Syberus: What the fuck did I just watch?

[ He slaps the monitor to make sure what he's watching is really happening. ]

110% Syberus: Ohnononononononononono...

[ He disappears through the curtain after Jonnie and we switch to present day. 110% Syberus is pacing back and forth, hobbling might I add on his injured ankle, and doing something 110% Syberus rarely does, never you might say, and chain-smoking profusely. ]

110% Syberus: No man. Nah man. Nah.

[ 110% Syberus takes a drag of another cigarette and throws it out of the window, it's not even two thirds done, he lights another immediately. ]

Ronnie the Merch Guy: Kid, yer gonna have to relax.

110% Syberus: Relax? I am relaxing. This is what relaxing looks like when you give 110% in all things like 110% Syberus gives 110% in all things.

Ronnie the Merch Guy: Right, right. It's just that, it don't look like relaxin' is all.

110% Syberus: This is a miscarriage of justice. This is insanity. HAS THE WORLD GONE MAD?!

[ Syberus lights another cigarette despite already having one in his mouth and takes a drag on both. He chokes out a cloud of inelegant smoke and points the glowing embers at Ronnie accusingly. ]

110% Syberus: You know who I blame? Parents.

Ronnie the Merch Guy: How so?

110% Syberus: I don't know. Raise a guy bad enough, and he'll use mayo as lubricant during sexual relations. Raise another guy bad enough, and he'll put the belt on that first guy.

Ronnie the Merch Guy: You gotta relax, you think this is the first championship the kid's lost? You know how long he's been in this business right?

110% Syberus: Actually no, that's always been kind of a grey area.

[ Ronnie just leans back in the high back leather chair he's sat in, smirks and chews on his cigar, which it's worth noting he manages a lot more manfully than Syberus who stubs the two cigarettes out on his title belt which is around his waist. ]

110% Syberus: We're the Society of the New Breed, Ronnie.

[ Syberus taps another cigarette out of the pack. ]

110% Syberus: It's not supposed to go this way. Guys like Trent Jones and Eddie D and Anthony Caffery don't beat us for championships. They're the guys we grind on the millstone until one, or two, or God willing even three bright sparks realise that the path to greatness in this business is to do exactly the opposite of what those fucking morons do.

[ He kneels on the floor, cigarette flapping dryly in his mouth as he raises his arms and looks up at some presumed deity. ]

110% Syberus: And then lo, will the chosen ones take our place at the head of the table. But now there's no head of the table Ronnie.

There's no... table...

We're all just eating off the floor like animals...

Ronnie the Merch Guy: Kid-

110% Syberus: Scratching around for scraps, alone in the dark, *he starts to hyperventilate* covered in ants...

Ronnie the Merch Guy: I think you're gettin' lost in that metaphor there.

110% Syberus: You're right. Hahah! I am lost. Time to get found. Maybe that can be our new catchphrase? “Time to get FOUND!”

Ronnie the Merch Guy: I don't see it.

[ Syberus's's head drops and the cigarette just sort of flops out of his mouth pathetically onto the floor infront of him. Without look up, he calls out. ]

110% Syberus: Mrs. Wainwright?

…

110% Syberus: Mrs. Wainwright!!?

[ Ronnie reaches over and opens the door slightly. ]

Ronnie the Merch Guy: Uhhh Heather sweethaaht, I think the boy needs ya.

[ A delicate lady in her mid 50's steps into the room and, seeing Syberus on the floor, rushes over to fuss over him. ]

Mrs. Wainwright: Ooohh now now, dear. What ever is all this about?

[ She's British by the way, in case you didn't read that in the correct accent you utter plebeian. She brushes the cigarette ash off his title belt and brings him back up to his feet. ]

110% Syberus: I'm sad because they were mean to my friend, Mrs. Wainwright.

Mrs. Wainwright: Well you know as well as I do they'll get their comeuppance won't they now? Why don't you sit down and I'll make you a nice cup of tea.

110% Syberus: Do we have any biscuits?

Mrs. Wainwright: I think we've got a nice new packet of custard creams in the kitchen.

110% Syberus: My favourite!

Mrs. Wainwright: Lovely. Now you get settled. Tea Ronald?

Ronnie the Merch Guy: Oh none for me darlin' thank you.

Mrs. Wainwright: Righty-ho.

[ She totters out of the room and Syberus slumps in a lazy boy. He pours himself a tawny port and it doesn't touch the sides. He pours another immediately. ]

110% Syberus: We were THIS CLOSE, Ronnie. The clean sweep. The grand slam, we almost had it.

Ronnie the Merch guy: Kid, in this business Kings come an' go. Dat's da truth. Right now that ah... Bones guy, he's the King. Like it or not.

[ His cigar leaves a trail of smoke as he gestures around. ]

Ronnie the Merch guy: Just ahhh, you know, give it a few weeks. The rematch comes around and we're golden.

110% Syberus: The rematch?

The rematch! You're a genius!

Ronnie the Merch guy: I mean, it's pretty standard-

110% Syberus: SWAT Management, what's his face, the commissioner I forget his name- it's definitely not Soutter right? Or whatever pack of apes is running this place...

Ronnie the Merch guy: Tribe. It's a tribe of apes. Or sometimes even a shrewdness if ya wanna get fancy.

110% Syberus: Right. Well they'll be hard pressed not to agree to a rematch when the entire watching world saw a third party, namely big fat Eddie literally assault their world champion with a foreign object. Every sport in the world has VAR now, even the Premier League. How is pro wrestling still allowing this?

Ronnie the Merch guy: It's a tale as old as time, kid.

110% Syberus: And Eddie! The betrayal. I felt a connection with Eddie like father and son. I was going to guide him to the promise land of wrestling excellence, and he jabs a knife in my back.

[ Next to Ronnie an old style rotary dial telephone starts ringing. He picks up. ]

Ronnie the Merch guy: Hello?

[Ronnie starts scribbling some notes down.]

Ronnie the Merch guy: Uhuh... uhuh... dat's fine but where's da merch table set?

Are you crazy?

We want bathroom adjacent or we walk.

Dat's right.

You wanna be the one to tell that shrewdness of apes dat runs this joint there'll be NO 110% Syberus calculators on sale, NO Jonnie Valentine fanny packs?

Didn't think so.

[ He hangs up. ]

Ronnie the Merch guy: We got bathroom adjacent.

110% Syberus: What about the match?

Ronnie the Merch guy: Huh? Oh, yeah yeah, you're all up against dose bums you were just talkin' about. Eddie G, Bonesy and dat guy with the glasses.

110% Syberus: Caffery?

Ronnie the Merch guy: Gesundheit.

[ Mrs. Wainwright returns with the tea tray. Syberus dips his custard cream in his tea and munches on it thoughtfully. ]

110% Syberus: Do you have children Ronnie? *he continues before Ronnie can answer* Sometimes they need a clip 'round the ear to set them straight. The apple that is Eddie has fallen far from the tree! When I get my hands on that boy in Spain, he'll wish he was never born. Trent Jones? All the championships in existence couldn't polish that particular turd. Eddie deserves better company than that. Oh Eddie, you're in for it now, son...

[ Syberus's thoughts trail off as he dunks another biscuit. ]

Ronnie the Merch guy: Yeahhh well, anyhoo we gonna get back to brass tax, i.e. merch. We need ta talk about what's in and whats out. You gotta move with the times in dis game.

The face masks an' hand gel sales were off da chain. Even though we had to remove da claim they killed 110% of bacteria.

110% Syberus: Which they do.

[ Ronnie raises a hand to cut him off. ]

Ronnie the Merch guy: Let's not get into this again kid, it's me ya talkin' to not the World Health Organisation.

110% Syberus: Well, I guess all that can go...

[ He points to a pile of obsolete Society of the New Breed shirts, some say “Marty Donovan” and “Kilroy Evans” and one falls out to reveal it says “Eddie”. Syberus can't look at it. ]

Ronnie the Merch guy: I'll get dem to my guy in the Ukraine. It won't be 2020 in Eastern Europe for another ten years.

110% Syberus: Let's go over the new stuff later. All this betrayal has made me weary.

Ronnie the Merch guy: 'aight kid. But wait 'till ya see the Rally Jackson adjustable Gi belts, dey'll knock yer socks off. I gotta use the john.

[ He gets up to leave and Syberus looks wistfully out of the window, sipping his tea. ]

110% Syberus: Why Eddie...

[ His lip trembles. ]

WHY...

[ The camera fades. ]

[Justin]

[Backstage.]

[Specifically, the assigned dressing room of brand new SWAT superstars Lunchbox Larry and K-JAX, collectively known as Lunchbox Larry and K-JAX to the wrestling world at large. Larry is trying to change that.]

Lunchbox Larry:
How about…

[Larry trails off, twisting his face and rubbing his chin as if in the deepest of concentration. Just when Kirby is considering waving a hand in front of his partner’s face to check for some sort of brain malfunction, Larry bounces back to life.]

Lunchbox Larry:
The Mid-Meal Express!

[Kirby is not impressed.]

K-JAX:
I’m not impressed.

[The Charisma Kid goes back to taping his wrists, oblivious to the gaping expression plastered across Larry’s face.]

Lunchbox Larry:
I don’t hear anything better outta you, pal!

[Kirby cocks an eyebrow.]

K-JAX:
Fine. How about… Kirby and the Box? Nah, The Kir-Box!

[Lunchbox stares at him blankly. Kirby scans the room, stopping of course on his own reflection in the mirror. A moment passes as he takes into account his pink sunglasses, pink feathered earrings, pink lycra tights and pink-trimmed boots.]

K-JAX: Pinky and the Brain?

[Larry scoffs.]

Lunchbox Larry:
Not unless you got some Warner Brothers money that I ain’t privy to!

[It’s Kirby’s turn to rub at his chin in deep thought.]

K-JAX:
I mean, I’ve got exactly however much we get paid tonight to my name, so…

[Unexpectedly a knock comes to the door just before Larry can ask how it’s possible that Kirby has taken an international flight to Spain and booked a hotel room and a rental car for himself if he’s got nothing but moths in the ol’ billfold.]

Lunchbox Larry:
Who’s there?

[The door explodes inward as Skippy McScoops Kool-Aid’s his way into the room looking like he’s about to die of asphyxiation from waiting to put his two cents in.]

Skippy McScoops:
HIGH SCHOOL LUNCH AND THE LADY LUMPS LAMPOON!

[Somewhere a record scratches.]

K-JAX:
Are you- What?

Skippy McScoops: (panting)
I could… (pant) hear you… (pant) Had an… (pant, pant) idea!

[Skippy gasps for enough air to fill his lungs.]

Lunchbox Larry:
You okay, dude?

[Skippy holds up a singular finger as if to ask for just a second. Also he coughs and chokes and gasps for air. An athlete, he is not.]

K-JAX:
Nah, my guy, he is for sure not okay.

[Moments pass, Skippy catches his breath and everything calms down. This leaves us to get down to investigating the 800lb gorilla in the room.]

Lunchbox Larry:
So, ah, what’re you really doing here, pal?

K-JAX:
Yeah, didn’t we leave you with the super important job of guarding Larry’s ice cream-

Lunchbox Larry: [interrupting]
Italian Ice!

K-JAX:
You can call it gelato, bro, it’s still fuckin’ ice cream.

[Larry sulks.]

Lunchbox Larry:
Fine.

K-JAX:
So anyway, what’re you doin’ here, Skippy?

[The young journalist takes a moment to get his story straight.]

Skippy McScoops:
It’s like this: I haven’t exactly been piling up the exclusives lately, and you guys being new and all I thought was maybe I could get something on tape to help you guys out and to help me out, ya know? But then you guys ditched me with the ice cream-

[Larry raises a finger. It’s immediately slapped down by K-JAX.]

Skippy McScoops:
-and then these two big goomba looking goofs came outta nowhere and strong-armed it from me and the next thing you know I’m here at your door tryin’ to come up with a team name for you guys so that MAYBE you’ll at least let me get the scoop on air!

[Kirby raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. Larry, sensing his partner’s apprehensive nature, pulls Kirby back three steps and the two go into a huddle.]

Lunchbox Larry: [whispering]
I think we should help him out.

K-JAX:
Why are you whispering?

Lunchbox Larry: [whispering]
I’m not whispering, you’re whispering!

K-JAX:
Get it together, Larry! We’ve got our first match as a team coming up tonight and we ain’t even got a name, and you wanna waste time with this goof?

Lunchbox Larry:
I think the kid’s got potential! Besides what’s wrong with getting ourselves out there into the landscape around us?

K-JAX:
Fine. But if this sucks it’s your fault.

Lunchbox Larry:
Whatever. READY?! BREAK!

[They turn around just in time for Skippy to be right there, microphone in hand with a cameraman in tow. Where the cameraman came from is not currently relevant to the story at hand.]

[Kirby’s brow furrows at the thought of how quickly this entire setup happened.]

Skippy McScoops:
Skippy McScoops here, and I’m standing with one of the SWAT’s newest tag teams! Meet Kirby and Larry, the team known as High School Lunch and the Lady Lumps Lampoon!

[The Charismatic Dragon springs into action, covering the lense of the camera with one hand while jabbing a finger from the other into Skippy’s face.]

K-JAX:
My dude? Are you high? We can’t use that lame-ass name! What do we look like, a couple’a dorks?

[It’s now Skippy’s turn to raise an eyebrow.]

K-JAX:
Don’t answer that.

[The eyebrow relaxes.]

[Larry leaps into action.]

Lunchbox Larry:
First off, Scoopy…

[The eyebrow twitches.]

Lunchbox Larry:
It doesn’t even matter what we’re called. Just wait ‘til you see us in that ring! Then it’ll all make sense! You see, words do us no justice. We are simply...

[Larry’s arms spread like the wings of an eagle.]

Lunchbox Larry:
Speechless!

[Somehow, some way, Kirby Jackson actually does go speechless. With wild eyes he stares at Larry, then Skippy, then the camera, then back to Larry. If you’re paying attention you can see the vein bulging it’s way out from the side of his head.]

Skippy McScoops:
Well there you have it, folks! One of them’s Simple, the other is Speechless!

[The crowd goes mild.]

[Everything goes black.]

[From the aether, Kirby finally finds his voice.]

K-JAX:
I’m gonna fuckin’ kill the both of ya!

[End.]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : To set the tone of the show we have a great triple threat match to show the strength and depth of this great roster.


Andrew Fulton : Really?


Jeremy Tucker : They’re probably new faces to many in this Spanish audience? Probably the first time in a SWAT ring for many others? Each one is a talent that other feds would kill for.


Andrew Fulton : Well SWAT wrestlers are always considered top tier in the industry at large, but James Fierce is the big hitter here for my money. I doubt this will take all that long.

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 on screen. He climbs down the corpses in the video reel and the footage cuts nicely with his actual appearance on the ramp and he carries on walking where the Ultra Kira on screen leaves it. Ultra Kira 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 : Introducing now, hailing from the Planet Ultra. Coming in at 6’ and 200 pounds .... ULTRA KIRA!!!


Jeremy Tucker : Ultra Kira certainly puts a lot into his entrance. If he puts half as much into his wrestling this could be special.


Andrew Fulton : This 60’s superhero throwback? Don’t make me laugh. Smoke, blood and glowing effects don’t impress me.

"24K Magic" by Bruno Mars kicks in and soon after Colin Trentwood pushes through the curtains with a huge stupid smile on his face, making idiotic expressions to the crowd and trying to pump them up. He wears a sequinned jacket to match his sequinned tights on his way down to the ring.]


[Soon after rolling into the ring he hops up on the ropes and plays to the crowd some more. He throws his sequinned jacket off and gets ready for the match to start.


Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from The Madison, Wisconsin. Coming in at 5’11 and 206 pounds .... COLIN TRENTWOOD!!!


Andrew Fulton : Andrew scoffs and rolls his eyes in disapproval


Jeremy Tucker : I guess you hate Colin Trentwood too? You’re in a foul mood tonight Andrew.


Andrew Fulton : Hey this isn’t a hate thing. I’m a lover not hater.


Jeremy Tucker : So you appreciate the unpredictable randomness he provides? You get Colin’s odd sense of humor?


Andrew Fulton : Now who’s being negative? Wow you’re making him sound like more of a loose cannon nut job clown than I ever could. Shame on you… Does impartiality mean nothing to you?

The strum of the banjo brings the red blood splatter on the video board as James walks out onto the stage. He looks left and then right slowly shaking his head before a smile creeps across his face.


Frank Salazar : Now introducing his opponent, hailing from Some Holler in VW. Coming in at 6’1 and 255 pounds .... representing the KGB ..... .The Ferocious One .... JAMES FIERCE!!!!!


Jeremy Tucker : James Fierce seemingly living up to his surname of late. Will fighting two men in a race to the first pinfall or submission be a step too far for him? These seem leaner more agile men. If he ends up out of position…


Andrew Fulton : He’s not 500lbs?! He’s only 250. Do you hate overweight people? Are you fattist?


Jeremy Tucker : Not at this commentary table I’m not.


Andrew Fulton : What? Not fattest… Fattist


Jeremy Tucker : Not sure that’s even a word, but this will have to wait until recess Andrew; we have a match to commentate on…


Andrew Fulton : Well the bell has been rung… and Jerry’s will be rung later too if he’s not careful… The three men approach the centre of the ring just a couple of paces apart wondering who will make the first move… Trentwood winks at Ultra Kira and the two men begin punching away on Fierce…


Jeremy Tucker : A temporary alliance it seems as the two men pressure Fierce back into the ropes and pound him down… The referee shouts at the pair about the closed fists and a rope break and they finally let up the initial assault… They both whip Fierce into the ropes and join hands for a double clothesline… Fierce ducks the clothesline and stops abruptly mid ring, all three men turn around and Fierce lashes out with a double clothesline of his own… Trentwood and Ultra Kira are dropped hard to the canvas… Fierce grabs Trentwood as Ultra Kira catches his breath… Fierce whips Trentwood into the turnbuckles and follows in with an immense clothesline in the corner… Fierce staggers Trentwood into the ropes with a snap jab and clotheslines Trentwood over the top rope to the outside… Ultra Kira attacks Fierce from behind with a knee to the back… Fierce stumbles into the nearest turnbuckles… Ultra Kira spins Fierce around and connects with a huge chop… And another chop… And another?!…


Andrew Fulton : … Nope, third time wasn’t lucky… Fierce gets two big hands up to block the arm and fires a huge knee into Ultra Kira’s ribs… Fierce punches and forearm smashes Ultra Kira all the way across into the opposite corner… Fierce whips Ultra Kira out of the corner and back into an impactful short arm clothesline… Fierce slaps a hammerlock on the facedown Ultra Kira… Ultra Kira moans and winces under the weight and tightness of the hold… But Ultra Kira cleverly wheels round on the floor and out of the hammerlock… Fierce maintains a wrist lock as both men get back to their feet… Ultra Kira tries to drag Fierce to the ropes but Fierce switches to an armbar… and Ultra Kira drops to one knee with the pain… Ultra Kira jabs Fierce in the ribs as a distraction and drags himself into the ropes and the referee demands the break… Fierce reluctantly drops the hold…


Jeremy Tucker : Fierce drags Ultra Kira… Irish Whip… but a reversal… Fierce hits the ropes just as Trentwood surfaces from ringside to elbow him in the back… Fierce stumbles forward grabbing his lower back… Ultra Kira hits a Hurricanrana!...


Andrew Fulton : Trentwood rolls into the ring and Ultra Kira and Trentwood stomp on Fierce… Fierce manages to block some of the blows and struggles his way back to his feet… Ultra Kira and Trentwood both kick Fierce to the midsection and hit a Double DDT!


Jeremy Tucker : Ultra Kira and Trentwood drag Fierce back up… Trentwood holds Fierce’s hands behind his back as Ultra Kira chops Fierce in the centre of the ring… And another chop… And another!… Fierce struggles to free his arms but Trentwood holds firm… Ultra Kira bounces off the ropes… running dropkick?! …but Fierce dropped out of the way and Trentwood gets the full brunt; both feet, at pace, to the face…


Andrew Fulton : Fierce grabs Ultra Kira …Piledriver!!! This could be it… Fierce with the cover…


…1 … 2… Trentwood kicks Fierce in the back to break the pin…


Jeremy Tucker : Fierce gets back up and he and Trentwood exchange punches… Fierce ducks one of Trentwood’s punches, slips in beside him… Russian Leg Sweep! … Fierce stands over the two struggling men and flexes his biceps for the crowd…


Andrew Fulton : Not much of a gun show, but good God I’m glad I’m not in that ring stood against him right now…


Jeremy Tucker : Fierce grabs Trentwood by the back of the neck and his sequined pants and tosses him out of the ring through the ropes… Trentwood takes a heavy tumble and crashes into the guard rail… Fierce turns on Ultra Kira… drags him up … Piledriver!!!


…1 … 2… Thr… Kick out


Andrew Fulton : That couldn’t have been closer to a three count without being one folks… Fierce is furious with the ref… Hang on, where’s Fierce going now?


Jeremy Tucker : Fierce is wagging a huge finger at the referee and shaking his head in disagreement as he snatches the ring bell from the Timekeeper and rings it himself!!… That doesn’t prove anything? The referee is beside himself with anger… threatening Fierce with the DQ for assaulting the Timekeeper…


Andrew Fulton : This is hilarious… why haven’t more wrestlers taken this sort of action in protest before now? …Fierce is so caught up in that pinfall decision he’s distracted… Trentwood attacks Fierce from behind with a big double axe handle… Fierce drops the bell and falls to his knees… Trentwood goes to drag Fierce up but Fierce slaps him into a side head lock… Fierce still has the hammer!


Jeremy Tucker : The referee is unsighted… But the fans at ringside can see everything and you can feel the tension rise… Fierce wraps his huge fist around the hammer and punches Trentwood in the face… Trentwood pops violently out of the side headlock and is propped up against the ring steps seeing stars … The hammer falls to the floor and Fierce kicks it under the Timekeepers chair… He looks up innocently at the referee, out to the crowd and down at the dazed Trentwood… makes a gesture as though he ‘doesn’t know his own strength sometimes’ and smiles at the jeers all about him…


Andrew Fulton : Meanwhile Ultra Kira has scaled the turnbuckles… this guy sure looks wobbly after that Piledriver earlier but he’s up there… Ultra Kira flings himself to the outside for a high cross body?!


Jeremy Tucker : But Fierce catches Ultra Kira! …and runs him back first into the ring post! …Fierce drops Ultra Kira and smiles at the crowd as the referee has been counting all the combatants out… 1… …2… …3… Fierce drags Ultra Kira up and rolls him into the ring and follows…


Andrew Fulton : Fierce drags a suffering Ultra Kira into the centre of the ring by his leg… Fierce sits Ultra Kira up and steps in from behind him over his shoulders, grabs both legs and pulls up hard… It’s The Hillbilly Dirt Show!!! (Stump Puller)


Jeremy Tucker : Ultra Kira is holding on too long… There’s no way he’s getting out of that hold… This has to be agony… I think even his fans are wishing he’d give it up… Ultra Kira can take the pain no longer… he taps out furiously on the canvas… That’s it folks


Winner by SUBMISSION… “The Hillbilly Assassin”… JAMES FIERCE.


Jeremy Tucker : It turned out to be a relatively one sided affair. Well done Andrew; you called it from the outset…


Andrew Fulton : And you doubted my call... And called me fat. I will take your praise of my punditry, as the olive branch it was subtly intended as, and I forgive you…


Jeremy Tucker : What for? …Forgive me?


Andrew Fulton : I already forgave you; you don’t have to beg… Let’s go to a commercial before you embarrass yourself further…

[frostbite]

Earlier in the day...

It is a breezy day as the wind is picking up a little at a time. Our SWAT camera crew is on location trying to get the next juicy store and no we are not from TMZ or some other netwoek that is trying to find some good gossip. As the wind is picking up our crew are having a difficult time trying to keep those expensive cameras to stay put. But again we seek a story and hopefully they will get one. We stop by hotel as we see a bellhop wearing a red coat with black slacks, the young man looks to be in his earlier twenties, but he had a pimple on his nose that is so big that it could give the Goodyear blimp a run of its money. The young man continues to look up and down the street and holding open the huge brown door for anybody that would be coming and going. In the meantime, we see a short brown haired gentleman wearing a gray hoodie with matching sweats and brown boots. The young gentleman hold open the door for him, the large gentleman nods his head as the young bellhop gives him a strange look more than likely he has never seen a man with such size probably stay at this hotel before. The large gentleman turns around as he looks back toward the door. The young bellhop opens the door and out steps a short black haired gentleman wearing a black tee shirt with black jeans and black steel toe boots. The young bellhop is taking aback because of this other large individual red eyes. It is none other than Doomsday and Lucifer.

The two look back at the bellhop with intense look in their eyes as the young man looks as though he might pee in his pants because two seven foot gentlemen ate giving him an mean look. Doomsday pulls Lucifer around as the two start walking down the street as they do so, people are just looking amaze at the size of these two. But Doomsday and Lucifer ignore them as they are talking about something and probably could care less what they have to think.

Doomsday.. I am starting to like this new commish here. Can you believe he has booked us in a handicap match against Frostbite. I bet the old boy is scared shitless because he has to face us both. No Joanne this week, no just the three us in that ring. I believe after tonight, I think Frostbite will get what is coming to him.

Lucifer.. What about Bruno? You know he will accompany Frostbite to the ring.

Doomsday,.. I am sure he will, but do you really believe that Bruno cab save his ass. Nope, he can not. Look if Bruno feels the need to get involved then we will take care of him as well. Nothing is going to go wrong tonight. We have him right where we want him. Remind me to send some flowers to the commish for booking this.

Lucifer.. Ah, a lot is shit hit the fan last week, all three of us aired out dirty laundry. But I will make Frostbite pay for calling my mom a drug addict. His sorry ass will pay.

Doomsday.. Big man, we are going to break his ass in half. We are going to beat Soutter little bitch. I never thought I would stand here and ever call Frostbite somebody bitch, but that is what he has come. He talks about all these damn titles he won, but he had simply ruined his legacy if you want to call it that because he decides it was better off being called a bitch instead.

Lucifer.. Dirty laundry he wants to air out in public you know we have more shit to air out.

Doomsday.. Do tell big man.

Lucifer.. Frostbite talks about how his old man had cancer, and he let college to help the family out. Sure to the average wrestling fan that sounds like a nice story. But in reality. The truth is that Frostbite was about to fail school after his first semester there so we he decides to tell the world that he really went home to help out the family because his dad had cancer, how rich.

Doomsday.. You see not only that but his dad never had cancer sure he was dropping out of college because he could not handle the pressure. His dad actually has a drinking problem and his mom called and wanted him to come home to try and help control is deadbeat dad.

The two cross the street, as the wind picks up even more.

Lucifer.. He always told us that his parents were so righteous. You know the reason why is dad was a drunk. It was because his mom who yes did work in the office of a local middle school but she was screwing the principal. A damn shame his old man could not satisfy her needs so she starts to screwing the principal. It makes me wonder if Frostbite's dad is the principal.

Doomsday.. You see Frostbite you are going to have no choice but to take this ass kicking you know that. You know you can not survive this one. Can you imagine what Lucifer have planned for you tonight. Do you understand what we can do to you later on tonight. Lucifer has some bad intentions. Years ago my family warned me about the kind of person you really are? I should have listen but I did not, so tonight in their honor I will torture soul.

Lucifer.. I thought about setting your war on fire one more time in your career. The first two you manage to get lucky on, sure you can a scar from your first encounter but tonight I promise you are going to be torched all over your broken down body. We are going to toss you all over the building. There is nothing that you can say or do to get you out of this mess,

Doomsday.. I see a long stay for you in the hospital. You will watch this year Anzac Cup from there while you watch us win the damn thing. After we get of that noose that had been around our neck for years.

Lucifer.. If I were Bruno do not get involved because if you do, then you will get the same, I promise this is the beginning of the end for Frostbite and the rest of the KGB. No more will my partner and I, become a laughing stock around here. We are going to make an example out of our one time friend, Frostbite. Just remember Frosty, you bought this upon yourself.

Doomsday.. I want SWAT get one last look at Frostbite because it will be the very last time you will ever see of him.

Lucifer bangs his fist together.

Doomsday.. Frostbite you will wish that you never turn your back on us. There is no escape tonight. Whatever plan that you probably thought you might have made, well fail like your return here to SWAT, a complete failure.

Lucifer.. And tonight failure is not an option, but however you demise that is an option. See you in the ring later on.

The two laugh, as they turn the corner and disappear.

[ManMountainFierce]

The scene opens to the shower. Yes, it is hot and steamy. It is foggy. It is wet. It is glorious.


The Storyteller: Tonight, ladies and gentlemen Mr. Fierce took on, and defeated two other men. He did not struggle. He barely broke a sweat. Three way contests are how Mr. Fierce got his start in SWAT, merging, nah unifying the SWAT Caribbean and Bermuda Triangle Championships.

Groans and moans of a certain nature can be heard from the hot, steamy, wet shower.

The Storyteller: Ahem... And tonight was no different. He dominated. He...

Screams along with the sounds of loud thrusts are heard, which brings a disturbed look upon The Storytellers face.

The Storyteller: UUh-yeah...Mr. James Fierce is a dominate athlete, and while it's understandable that he had an enhancement squash match this week, the competition must improve. James is here to DOMINATE.

"Take it like a man you little bitch," can be heard over the bloody screams of , "Oh god, Oh god, it hurts, it hurts."

The Storyteller: Really? I just don't know if I can stand here while this goes on...

Enter James Fierce, with a beer in one hand and a hotdog in the other.

James Fierce: Hey there you are, I've been looking all over catering for you.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" and the sounds of loud thrusts and cries can be heard once again from the steamy, hot wet showers.

The Storyteller: So, that is not you in there...

James Fierce: Obviously.

The Storyteller: Should we call the authorities?

James Fierce: Nah, that's just them Fairtex boys training.

Scene ends to cheesy 80's "Oh you" music.

[frostbite]

POW...

POW...

A Loud noise can be heard throughout the backstage area.. Some of the hands are looking around and wondering just where that could be coming from. It sounds if someone is shooting off a gun. However there is one brave hand who is slowly walking toward the loud noise. The young man is wearing a Society of New Breed shirt with faded blue jeans and blue Nike's. The young bald headed gentleman looks around as if everybody has just left him high and dry.

POW..

POW..

The young man continues to search for the source but his steps are getting slower as He is becoming unsure as to why he is doing this. He gets to the end of this particular hall, as he heads somebody behind the door. He pushes it open as he takes a look inside. It is a tiny room, just a few shelves and a punching bag hanging. We look around this rose colored walls and that is all we really see. We see the pushing bag moving back and forth at a rapid pace. Our camera crew zoom back to see Bruno standing with his arms folded as he is watching someone continuing to punch this bag with hard rights and lefts as each shot feels harder than the one before it.

Now a few elbow strikes are being thrown at the bag with so much force that the bag is hitting the side of the wall. Now swift kicks are being thrown at it, as it is causing a small hole in the wall. Whoever is hitting this bag decides to reach up and stop the bag. All we see are white tapped hands and nothing else. Bruno steps in as he tosses a blue towel and whoever was punching the bag catches it. Our SWAT cameras see that it is a short blonde haired gentleman wiping the sweat his head. The young man is wearing a blue tank top with blue shorts and blue boots. We see that it is Frostbite.

Bruno holds the bag as Frostbite fires off many rights and lefts to the bag. After doing that for a few minutes he steps back, as he looks over at Bruno.

Frostbite.. Bruno do you believe that pussy general manager books me in a match with Doomsday and Lucifer later on. What does Zoran have against me, can you help me understand that. I get it that he is not a fan of the KGB, but this is uncalled for. Call it abuse of powers, all because I would not let down for the bastard, in our little pillow fight. His day is coming sooner than he thinks. He can put me in this handicap match but he better realize that he is hurting the chance for those two.

He fires off a few more elbow strikes to the bag.

Frostbite.. My back is against the wall. I am fighting two seven foot monsters. The world believes that I am about to get what is coming to me all because we told our dirty little secrets. I can not believe those two are trying so hard to get into my head before our match later on. These idiots should know that I am better at playing mind games than dumb and dumber. That should be their tag team name not Satan Disciples, more like Satan bitches.

Frostbite fires off some knee strikes to the bag.

Frostbite.. These two forgot I know everything there is to know about them. Both tell the story about my parents and I admit all lies. My dad is a drunk. Lucifer where was your dad in your life. He was never there. I know you do not like the fact that I told the world your mom is a drug addict. It really pisses you off. You see the both of you really cross the line when you talked about my parents. You sit there and made fun of cancer when you know full well it was what took my Rebecca. Everybody believes that I am cold hearted. But since the both of you feel the need to go down this road. Then let's get down to business.

Frostbite throws jabs at the bag.

Frostbite.. Lucifer your mom was a drug addict and that is the truth but you worship the ground she walked on, because your dad was not there. You see the truth was not because of the drugs. No, it was because he found out before they got married, your old man found out there your wonderful mother was a whore before they actually met and she had a child when she was 16. The child was a little boy. So Lucifer you have a brother out there somewhere. Your dad could not take it anymore the drugs and the lying from your slut mother. I bet you knew nothing about that did You?

Bruno does a double take after hearing that.

Frostbite.. Big man that is not the juicy part of it. Doomsday you want to talk about my mother slept with the principal, I knowvthw guy and you could not get laid by the ugliest hooker in the state of Colorado. But my friend I have a good one for you. I hope you are really sitting down for this one. Your mother slept around, but here is the kicker. She slept with Lucifer dad and well she became pregnant and they had a son, and that would be you Doomsday. So you can thank me, because the two of you are actually brothers. I know for years, that everybody believe that D oomaday was the oldest when in fact you are Lucifer little brother.

Bruno is completely stun.

Frostbite.. So guys after laying out the bombshell on the two of you, I am sure you want to beat my ass that much more. You two really believe that I am going to take an ass kicking and enjoy it. You two better remember who was the brains behind the two of you. You should know I have something up my sleeve. Yes Bruno will watch my back but I do not need for me to dirty his hands .Even though Bruno would like to his hands on the both of you and I believe he could the two of you by himself. But I got told him let me handle things. Now I would be a fool if I did not think the both of you will get your shots in, but remember I am going to get some in as well. I am know the two of you are going to try destroy me as you say, but the two better understand just who you are dealing with. Doomsday it was you that gave me the nickname, cold hearted bastard.

Frostbite gets back to working the bag firing rights and lefts.

Frostbite.. You should know why I am cold hearted it is because I do not give a damn. Tonight, I promise I am going to beat the both of you and leave you in a pool of your own blood. You two dumb asses are going to regret the decision that one that you turned down to join me in the KGB. Life could have been great but you two morons do not a good thing when it hits you. Doomsday and Lucifer, I am going to end your careers once and for all tonight. You believe I am just talking shit, well trust when I say, it is all over for the both of you. Once and for all I am going to drop the dead weight that I have been carrying for years.

Frostbite begins to laugh..

Frostbite.. Gentleman you will have plenty of catching up to when you are both in the hospital. I guess you can talk about the family right.

Frostbite continues to laugh as he goes back to throwing punches to the bag as the scene fades out.