Anzac Cup 2020 : Show

[thejerseydevildiva]

Act 1: Reunion

The scene opens on the backstage area where we see Joanne moving through the long hallways. She seems to almost meld with the dark spaces in the hallway as the lights flicker over head. The staff shivers as she passes by them and soon rounds the corner into another long stretch. Leaning against a wall, Radu Matei favours his ribs. Already bruising. Getting slow. For Gorgeous Greg's goons to get any offense in on him, perhaps Deathless came back too soon? Lost in thought, The Beast does not have time to avoid the dark presence that comes across him. Joanne's eyes flash red before she moves slowly along the wall, slipping up beside him with a smirk dancing on her lips.

Joanne: Well, well, well... You finally come back to me...

The voice sends shivers down his spine. Slowly turning his fused neck to greet the woman of his dreams, Radu Matei musters a tired smile to mask his contempt.

Radu Matei: What can I say, Joanne... I'm a glutton for punishment.

She smiles as she looks over at him

Joanne: I've missed our little chats.

Radu Matei  flinch: Wish I could say the same... see for the two months I was in a medically induced coma... waves hand around his temple trapped in a cold, dark place. Eyes shut tight, and forced to wander the nightmarish landscaping that YOU introduced to me... it certainly felt like we were still chatting... cringe and there was nothing little about it.

Joanne: I know. I came to see you, even though no one knew about it. Plus when you were in that coma, even in your mind you weren't alone.

Radu Matei nostrils flaring as he attempts to maintain composure: That soft side that no one sees, I'm sure.

Joanne: I'm misunderstood that way.

Radu Matei shaking with rage: It was very kind of you... but you really shouldn't have.

Joanne smirks.

Joanne: I wanted to. I mean I wanted to make sure you would make it... Besides I helped your healin' along...

Radu Matei: Healing? They don't call me Unbreakable for nothing. See as bad as that beating that Sainovic and your friend, Timeless, put on me.. and it really was a nasty beating....







Wait for it...






Radu Matei visibly shaken: ...It wasn't half as bad as an endless stream of visions of eviscerating babies and satiating my thirst on their bloody entrails. I don't know what you put in my drip, Joanne, but CHRIST...... once again pointing at his mind I'm still putting the pieces back together...

She leans in and whispers

Joanne: It was my blood...

Radu Matei nervous tick: ............if you keep fucking with me, and I'm going to stake you.

Joanne putting a hand on his bruised ribs: Penetration? Why Rad... do we have to being HR into this.

With that Canelli pushes against the rib, causing the former world champion to almost double over in pain. She may have just shattered the bone with the lightest touches.

Radu Matei spitting blood on the ground: ...this isn't going to end well for you.

Joanne smirks, revealing the small sharpened canines as her eyes start to glow a bright red.

Joanne: Really? You can come at me with everythin' that you have but I'm afraid you're still injured and I have the upper hand. If I say jump you ask how high. Besides right now I have bigger fish to fry tonight... And if you get in my way I will put you down.

Radu Matei bloody smile: Its a date.

Letting go of his ribs, Canelli let's her would be thrall slump to the floor. Looking down at the scarlet droplets, she can't help but be disappointed at the waste.

Joanne: Crimson lips will get you anywhere... but I'm not sure your dance card could handle me tonight...

With a turn the angel on black wings starts to sway away in a seductive manner that makes the Sacrificial Idol hate himself more than usual.

Joanne: ...But you can stake me any day.

Radu Mateu swallows hard. The taste of his own blood. Some things never change. Looking down at his ribs, a delicate hand print can be seen in the deeply bruised purple tissue. The night started with him in better physical shape than he'd been in for almost two years. ...It was nice while it lasted. She rounds the corner seeming to disappear into nothingness as the scene fades to black.


"Once under the thumb of someone, it's hard to get away from them. Once marked, you will always be marked."


The scene opens on the backstage once again, and we see a locker room door that was open ever so slightly. We see steam rolling along the ground, from the bathroom. The sound of running water is heard, and soon it stops. We see Joanne stepping out of the shower. Her slender, yet built frame was slightly tanned, and her dark eyes shimmered in the dim light of the locker room. She dries her hair and looks at herself in the mirror.

Joanne: Team Fairtex... Do you really think you're goin' to stand against Frostbite and myself in the next round? I mean did you two see what we did to Soutter in the end? We are not goin' to stop until there is nothin' left of the two of you. I know you are goin' to fight with everythin' that you have but we all know that it isn't goin' to be enough to stop the True KGB! We are not weak! We will not stop! We will not fall! Bring everythin' that you have into the middle of the ring, and show us that you can stand to us.

Her eyes flash red once again, as a smirk forms on her dark red lips.

Joanne: If Radu is smart he'll stay out of this match, but then again... If he does try it'll be to my advantage not yours I'm afraid. But I don't really need the help and neither does Frostbite. If your dear wives try to get involved they might have a slight problem. It's bad enough they betrayed me to that bastard Zoran! But if they get involved my guys will. So lets keep this as far as we can huh?

She laughs.

Joanne: Who am I kiddin'? I'll do anythin' and everythin' to take what I want. And what I want is to make it onto the next round. If you two have the balls to come at us then come at us with everythin' that you have. We are the Mafioso and we get paid to kick your ass. See you soon and good luck, you're goin' to need it.

She shoves the camera out of the locker room, and laughs once again, slamming the door on the camera as the scene fades to black.

[frostbite]

Frostbite is heading back to the locker room with a cut above his right eye as drops of blood are hitting the floor. Frostbite stops and looks at the drops, as he just shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders as if it's no big deal. As he continues to make his way to the locker room, we see several medical attendants are rushing around backstage as a couple run right past Frostbite almost knocking him over, but Frostbite once again just shrugs his shoulders as blood is still dripping onto the floor from that cut above his eye. Frostbite turns around as he catches the medical staff racing toward the loading dock.

Quick image..

Several medical staff members are seen picking up the owner of SWAT Paul Soutter in the back of an ambulance as Bruno has a towel on the back of his head with a huge red spot on it. Bruno is being approached by medical staff but he is pushing them away as the big man has look of concern in his eyes as he is certainly worried about his good friend, as Paul is not looking good at all, Some of the medical staff members are putting IV in Paul as they load him into the ambulance as Bruno climbs in the back with a couple of staff members and they close the back door as the ambulance quickly speeds away.

Back to Frostbite..

As Frostbite watches the video footage a wicked grin comes across his lips. As he reaches his locker room he is approached by Warren Webber.

Warren Webber.. Frostbite, I have got to get a word from you. What just happened out there? The KGB turned on the founder of this company. And we just saw the video footage of Paul Soutter being taken out of the arena in an ambulance all because of what you, Joanne, James Fierce and Timeless did. What is going On?

A CHORUS OF BOOS before Frostbite can answer.

Frostbite.. You see this is what I was talking about, these idiots boo me. And why I do not understand? Paul didn't give a damn about them or this company. How many people did he screw over around here? Far too many, and we both know that I'm right Warren. I am not lying, this is not new news. Hell Paul screwed me over when I should have been World Champion, he cost me the title. These idiots here have selective memory, right. They feel sorry for him because the new KGB is taking over. These idiots could not believe that we would do such a thing. Warren we took out the trash. Bruno, that big idiot, if he had played his cards right he could have watched my back and come along for the ride, all he had to do was keep his mouth shut, but the dumb ass has some sense of loyalty to Paul. Bruno knows he was being used by Paul, if Bruno had joined me he would have been treated with respect but I do not get it.

Warren Webber.. But why?

Frostbite.. You ask why? Warren I told Paul and the world that I was going to burn this bitch to the ground and I have been saying that from the very beginning. Paul and I beat the hell out of each other for the amusement of these idiots. But I knew that I had to change my game plan. I have to do something different, so instead of the two of us beating the hell out of the other, I thought why not join the KGB and destroy him from the within, and take a look at what happening out there. I had the chance first hand to see what the KGB was all about. Paul was a glory hog plan and simple. Timeless is one of the most talented men in this company and Paul knew it so he kept him down. Joanne is one of the best wrestlers in this company but Paul would not give her the spotlight to showcase what she was really all about. Two prime examples but no, Paul opened the door and pushed his Hardkore World assholes.

Syberus walks in here and wins a championship because Paul felt the need to support his good friend. And Johnnie he allowed him to become World Champion and made the title out to be a damn joke, Rally Jackson and Tuxedo Mask are the current tag team champions, not to mention the two men they beat for the tag titles Team Fairtex again two former hardkore world assholes, this place has been raided by these old timers. All because Paul feels the need to help support there social security checks or some sense of fucking loyality.

Frostbite drops his head as he looks at the drops of blood on the floor.

Frostbite.. And if this is not enough he has allowed members from XHF to come in here and do whatever they want as well. Again this sense of loyalty crap. It sounds like Frostbite is envious of those individuals far from it. It is high time that Frostbite gets what is coming to him. I am sure I have pissed people off in that locker room but I do not give a damn about that. I do not care what that piss poor excuse of a commish Zoran thinks either. He can fine me, or put me in another two on one match or whatever he feels he has to do, but when he does, I will be coming for his ass that is not a threat it is a promise. He screws me like Paul did, then he is coming to meet the same damn fate, I promise you that.

Warren Webber.. What about moments ago with Team Fairtex. It appears that are no longer members of the new KGB. And you and Joanne have them in the next round.

Frostbite.. Team Fairtex, those two were just like Paul they became expendable because they were soft. Remember Warren, these were the same two that could barely beat those two seven foot rejects that I decided to dump and yet they feel they will beat myself and Joanne in the next round. You two better get this through whatever thick skulls the two of you actually have. You rode Paul's coattails for far too long. Paul gave you everything you ever wanted he has to hold your hand every step of the way. Well no more, because you will never see Paul ever again, good bye. However in the next round we are going to see just how good you really believe you are because trust me when I say this..

We are going to win anyway possible. I hope the two of you simple minded idiots are really for what is coming at you. Because I want the two of you to be examples of what we are going to do to every team we come across in this tournament. I am tired of taking a back seat to you and everybody else in this company it is time for yours truly to sit and the front of the damn table and get what is coming to me. This year myself and Joanne are going to win this tournament. And in the process, I promise that you both are going to share a hospital bed with your boss Paul.

Frostbite looks at Warren as he grabs him by his collar.

Frostbite.. And boys, if your wives happen to get involved in any way shape of form and happen to bring more weapons down to the ring and try to screw us out of this match well they better listen to what I have to say. They will share another hospital bed with their husbands because we will take those weapons and beat you just like we beat Paul earlier and leave you in a pool of your own damn blood. That is a promise. Tong and Phantam, I mean every word I say. The new KGB is going to run this damn company they way it should have been. We are going to drop more bodies, in this tournament. The real Frostbite is finally returned and the two of you trust me, I will not show mercy on your worthless souls. To the rest of the locker room, I have four simple words..

We are taking over.

And nobody is going to stop us..

Frostbite release his grip as he heads right into the locker room as he slams the door behind him.

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome back, we are half way through the first round, with four teams advancing and now we kick off the second half of the brackets, with the SWAT World Tag Team Champions, going up against the Brothers in Anarchy!

Andrew Fulton : This could well be the final, let alone a first round match Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Rally Jackson has gone out of his way to target Eddie D with his backstage practical jokes, and it is escalating by the week, the Brothers in Anarchy getting the victory last week on the Society, what will happen here in this epic first round encounter?

Andrew Fulton : Rally is unashamedly right now, my new favourite wrestler.

Jeremy Tucker : I thought you hated the Society?

Andrew Fulton : Oh, I do, but he transcends them, he is The Golden God in every way, and he should be the one getting World and International Title shots, not Valentine and Syb.

Jeremy Tucker : I don’t think he really cares for that stuff Andy.

Andrew Fulton : We said it before, the less you care, the better you are.

Hate or Glory" by Gesaffelstein hits and Rally Jackson makes his way down the ramp way. He is taking his time and looks seriously out of shape, he gets in the ring and struts around in a confident manner and then cracks his own neck and the ref approaches him and starts patting him down.

Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from Rio de Janeiro. Coming in at 6’1 and 300 pounds .... representing the Society of the New Breed .... THE GOLDEN GOD ..... RALLY JACKSON!!!

Tux stands at each side of the top of the ramp for a moment to soak up and encourage the crowd’s cheers. Then, in an ode to his gymnastic ability, he does a cartwheel handspring into a flip down the ramp to start his entrance. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle for one last bit of adoration before preparing for the match..

Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from Tokushima, Japan. Coming in at 5’8 and 185 pounds ....representing the Society of the New Breed .... TUXEDO MASK!!!

Jeremy Tucker : The champs are out here first, and they look ready for this one, Tux trying to go over some last minute strategies, but Rally looks more interested in where he is placing his water bottle.

Andrew Fulton : You really think that’s water in there Jerry?

The Brothers in Anarchy theme video hits the SWAT Tron, and then they make their way out to the ramp way side by side. Jones has his World Championship on his left shoulder. They walk the rampway side by side, sneering at the fans, and then enter the ring.

Frank Salazar : And introducing their opponents, coming in at a combined weight of 657 pounds .... The Big Deal EDDIE D!!!! The SWAT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION “Mr Bones” TRENT JONES!!! .... THE BROTHERS IN ANARCHY!!!

Jeremy Tucker : These guys mean business, the bell rings and the both charge at Rally and Tux. Tux ducks under Trent’s clothesline and runs and bounces off the ropes and delivers a handspring hurricanrana.

Andrew Fulton : Eddie runs at Rally, and Rally was waiting for him and takes him down with a drop toe hold variation. Rally then with a spinning toe hold on Eddie. He is in the Big Deals head Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : Eddie is fuming, and so is referee Vick Mackey trying to get some order, and he tells Tux to get to the outside ... WHAM! Trent Jones with a huge big boot to Tux SENDS him to the outside! That was uncalled for, the ref was in the way and Jones took a cheap shot.

Andrew Fulton : This is for all the marbles Jerry, the winner advancing to the next round of the Cup, there is no holding back tonight! Trent charges Rally and hits another big boot, breaking the spinning toe hold, then steps over the top rope to the outside.

Jeremy Tucker : Hack and slash. That’s how Trent Jones roles. Eddie back to his feet, and he drops a big leg on the stomach of Rally. That took all the wind out of that big gut.

Andrew Fulton : That gut is well paid for my friend, as are all of Rally’s women.

Jeremy Tucker : That’s why you like him so much.

Andrew Fulton : One of the reasons. Eddie tags in Trent, and they hit a double stomach buster onto both their extended knees.

Jeremy Tucker : Brothers of Anarchy going after the gut it seems of Rally here.

Andrew Fulton : It’s a whopping target. Rally tries to make a tag to Tux, but Trent stops him with a knee drop. Trent then starts choking Rally.

Jeremy Tucker : Rally counters the choke with a leg take down, and locks on an STF. He is quite the technician behind all his bravado.

Andrew Fulton : He can and HAS done it all Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Rally releases the STF and spins around on the back of Jones, he then hooks on a front face lock and reaches out and tags in Tuxedo Mask.

Andrew Fulton : Tuxedo Mask hits a tuxbuster (cartwheel handspring into a Bronco buster)then Rally does a cartwheel into a splash onto Jones. Rally exits the ring and takes a drink of that ‘water’.

Jeremy Tucker : Tux with a corkscrew moonsault ... NAILED IT! Makes the cover ....

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

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

Kick out by Trent.

Andrew Fulton : Trent looks angry. Jones grabs Tux and just tosses him half way across the ring, like a double fistful of the front of Tux lifting him up and throwing him.

Jeremy Tucker : Tux though rolls onto his feet, continues up the ropes and Trent runs at him and grabs his arm up on the top rope .... Armbar ropewalk into a la majistral cradle ...........

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

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

Th .... Jones rolls the shoulder.

Andrew Fulton : Tux makes a quick tag to Rally ... Tux punches Trent who no sells, Rally pushes Tux out of the way then headbutts Mr Bones.

Jeremy Tucker : Rally hits a bicep crusher on Trent. Tux goes outside and starts chatting up a female member of the audience.

Andrew Fulton : Rally slides out of the ring and comes up behind her and starts smelling her butt.

Jeremy Tucker : Gross.

Andrew Fulton : It’s how the dogs do it Jerry, it’s nature.

Jeremy Tucker : Eddie has had enough, and he drops from the apron and grabs the back of Rally’s neck and rams it half way up her clacker!

Andrew Fulton : If you are wanting to get at Rally, let me tell you, this is NOT the way. Eddie then with a full nelson bomb to Rally onto the safety rail!

Jeremy Tucker : Trent Jones makes his way out now, he reaches under the ring looking for something ....

Andrew Fulton : Tux jumps on Eddie and Tornado DDT’s HIM into the safety rail!

Jeremy Tucker : This one is getting out of hand. WHAM! Trent Jones just cracked Tuxedo Mask with a jar of Mayo ... he throws him into the ring and follows him in there.

Andrew Fulton : Trent getsTux in the corner and he throws three hard punches to the mid section and then drives a huge big boot to the face. He then locks in a sleeper hold as he wraps his legs around Tuxes mid section to help choke them out. Lights Out Mother Fer

Jeremy Tucker : Rally trying to make it to the ring to make the save but is cut off by Eddie, they start brawling .... Tux is out cold. Mackey calling for the bell.

Andrew Fulton : Brothers in Anarchy advance to the next round and just like that the World Tag Champs are out of the Cup.

Jeremy Tucker : Wowee. Looking at the brackets looks like they will face off with The Stylistics in the next round, if they advance.

Andrew Fulton : IF? Their opponents are either in the hospital or left the building with ‘the rona’.

Jeremy Tucker : What a match that shapes up to be, this here most surely is the toughest bracket of the cup. We’ll be right back folks.

[eddied]

(Frank Salazar is in the interview area, (a well-lit area with a big black and silver backdrop curtain and a podium) ready with a microphone to interview Brothers in Anarchy.)



FRANK: Ladies and Gentlemen, not long ago, the Brothers in Anarchy progressed to the next round. I think I hear them arriving now to speak with me… Hello gentlemen?



(Eddie D and Trent Jones bowl into the area loudly, full of praise for each other, clearly elated with their win over Tuxedo Mask and Rally Johnson)



EDDIE: Hello Frankie! Big fan; always been a BIG fan.



FRANK: Thank you Eddie. You both seem in great spirits. I am sure the viewing public are all dying to hear; how does it feel to have progressed to the next round?



EDDIE: What a motherfucking rush baby?! Wow. Feels good. Feels special. We made it to the next round! Deep down it never felt in doubt, but you still need to go out there and do the job. That’s what we did.



TRENT: You’re not wrong big guy! We just beat the current SWAT World Tag Team champs! I think that’s cause for celebration. They should crown us champs!



EDDIE: Welcome to biker justice with more horsepower than you’ve ever seen before. All the pranks and bullshit didn’t get you to Round 2 now did they Rally? They talked the talk ahead of this encounter, but they chose not to walk the walk. They chose not to offer up the belts on the match to make it more interesting. Non-title fights? In this day and age?



TRENT: Where are the bygone fighter’s fighter champions? Champions like me? Ready to offer the belt as prize whenever SWAT wants me to? The guys that never lost their smile and never took the belts off the table for any match? We need to bring some honor back to those belts.



EDDIE: When you’re right Mr Bones, you are right. We will take those belts after the tournament because we are that damned good. The belts will find their way to the best shoulders in the business, namely, your shoulders and mine.



TRENT: The sport of wrestling has never seen a team that is on this level… SWAT has benefited from the attention we are giving this place. When you look at the big picture you have to see the tides have changed. You will see talent asked to be released and they will move on to different companies to avoid the unstoppable force that is Brothers In Anarchy.



EDDIE: You are so right, but I guess we have to dial it all back a level and take a look at the next round. Will it be Stylistics? Will it be their opponents that make it through? We thought we had a disrupted start to the evening; at least it didn’t involve hospitals and searches for new tag partners. Some might say that if Syberus and Valentine fluke out and get a bye to the next round they’ll be odds on favorites to beat us because they’ll be fresh. I would argue that I am warmed up and hyped up and I know Trent is ready too. You might be coming in cold to an inferno. I am pumped on adrenaline and feeling no fucking pain at all.



TRENT: No matter who we face the outcome is the same. We roll in the ring we put on a show and we finish the match and leave victims laying. This roster is trash and we are here to take it all out. No matter who the next victim is I promise a win from the B. I. A.



FRANK: Well I have to say, just playing the devil’s advocate for the throngs of SWAT fans watching on, that the lauded Stylistics with their experience and lengthy friendship might be a match for your relative new partnership with a history cast as blood soaked feuding opponents just weeks ago?



TRENT: Shut the fuck up.



EDDIE: Easy now Trent?! With the greatest respect, Frankie is just asking the questions that he feels the Brother’s and Sisters in Anarchy, screaming us on to success, are all out there asking… Trouble is you can’t play selective with the past and expect it to make a valid point…. So shut the fuck up like the man said.

You see we beat the best The Society had to throw at us last week. We beat the world tag champs just moments ago… So in what way have we ever shown that we can’t be a team to be reckoned with? When have we shown a chink in the armor of our admittedly new found friendship? You just need to look at the Caffrey Callahan debacle when it comes to teamwork gone wrong. Brothers in Anarchy! That’s where it’s at right now. No amount of history and experience changes the current balance of power. Right now we’re the top seed team.



TRENT: I am the mother fucking heavy weight champion of the galaxy… That's right I am out of this world. We both here deserve to have competition that matches our level. But this place hasn’t even pulled together a single team to even come close to our level.



EDDIE: So, Thank you Frankie. Always a pleasure to be around your legendary announcing greatness, but we’re off out of here to celebrate and prepare.

ROUND 2 of The Anzac Cup!? All the doubters and the griping moaners in the back?!

BRING… IT… ON!!!



TRENT: Be safe. It’s anarchy out there…



(Eddie D and Trent Jones bowl out of the interview area after a loud high-ten hand slap, laughter and whoops for joy.)



FRANK: Thank you gentlemen… Well there you have it folks. The Brother’s in Anarchy are clearly in fine voice after their first round win tonight and are focused on the next round. I’ve been Frank Salazar, on point with the latest SWAT interview at The Anzac Cup… thank you and back to Jeremy and Andrew at ringside.





WHEN IN OZ, DRINK LAGER! FUN TIMES BITCHES!!

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Up next another first round match as The Society of New Breed members Jonnie Valentine and Syberus take on, if I have this right Kerry Davis and Han Dzee.

Andrew Fulton: That Devilishly Handsome Jonnie Valentine and at this stage your guess is good as mine. This was supposed to be Tarrasque and Ultra Kira in this match.

Jeremy Tucker: Well thanks to Satan Disciples earlier in the show they took out Ultra Kira and Taraasque took himself out of this match.

Andrew Fulton: Instead Kerry Davis and Han Dzee will take there place. I guess your commiss has approved this.

Jeremy Tucker: I guess he has.

Andrew Fulton: I am starting to believe maybe Frostbite might be right. Maybe we need a new commish because he is allowing this.

Jeremy Tucker: And Frostbite is such a great reference there. Zoran has done a much better job than Pesci ever did running things.

Andrew Fulton: So it is okay to book a couple of handicap matches.

Jeremy Tucker: And Joe did not do the same thing?

Andrew Fulton: I mean, i like him and all that, he is a mastermind, and let’s not forget, he pays the bills, i just have to ask the hard questions.

Jeremy Tucker: Why start now? Let us get up to the ring as we see Kerry Davis and Han Dzee already in the ring.

["Strength in Numbers" by the Music starts playing and after a few moments "The Society of the New Breed" flashes onto the screen to which the crowd roar. Devilishly Handsome Jonnie Valentine and 110% Syberus walk out on to the stage and stand together to a massive ovation from the crowd.]

Frank Salazar: From Manchester England, standing 6' and weighing 232lbs... 110% SYBERUS! From Palm Springs, California, standing 5'10 and weighing 230lbs... "Devilishly Handsom" JONNIE VALENTINE! THE STYLISTICS!!!!!
[The Society head down the ramp greeting fans along the way some of whom perform bowing motions. Syb and Jonnie climb opposite stairs. They each climb a turnbuckle and soak in the crowd's reaction.]

Jeremy Tucker: The two legends discuss who just might start.

Andrew Fulton: I just talked to my bookie he is giving Davis and Dzee 100 to 1 odds. You want in on this action.

Jeremy Tucker: Vegas has odds on the Anzac Cup tournament?

Andrew Fulton: Yes they do. The favourites are actually these two.

Jeremy Tucker: I might have to get in on that action.

Andrew Fulton: Kerry Davis tries to sneak in behind Syberus but he turns around rather quickly. Kerry sticks his hand out.

Jeremy Tucker: I do not think Syberus is buying this. Even though these two have known each other for years.

Andrew Fulton: Syberus is actually shaking Kerry’s hand there. You see no harm no foul. These two probably joked back in the day.

Jeremy Tucker: Syberus connects with a short arm clothesline.

DING

Jeremy Tucker: I guess that is the sound of the beginning of the match. Syberus drops a quick elbow across the chest. He jumps to his feet as he pulls Kerry up and Irish whips him hard into the far corner. He comes out as Syberus connects with a huge spinebuster.

Andrew Fulton: My bookie says the odd are now 200 to 1.

Jeremy Tucker: Syberus pulls Kerry to his feet as he connects with a snapmare back to the mat and connects with a dropkick to the back of Kerry’s neck. He goes for the cover.

1

2

Andrew Fulton: Kerry kicks out. Syberus looks a little surprised as he pulls Kerry to his feet as he goes high in the air and takes him back down to the mat with a head scissors. He jumps to his feet and drops down with a fist drop right between his eyes. Syberus drags him over to the corner and makes a tag into Jonnie.

Jeremy Tucker: Jonnie whips him into the ropes as he connects with a high backdrop. Kerry gets to his feet quickly but Jonnie lays in a couple of knife edge chops right to his chest as Kerry’s chest turns blood red.

Andrew Fulton: Jonnie slaps on a half Nelson as he is cranking back on the neck. He lifts up Kerry as he connects with a half Nelson suplex. Jonnie pulls him back to his feet, as he throws him hard into a near corner as he comes out of the corner he connects with a drop toe hold as he floats over right into a fujiwara armbar as he pulls back on that arm.

Jeremy Tucker: Han Dzee comes into the ring as he kicks Jonnie in the back of his head for the quick save. Johnnie goes over to the corner as he connects with a hard knee strike right into his ribs as he is dropped to the floor. Jonnie drops to the floor as he picks up Han and Irish whips him right into the steel steps. He rolls right back into the ring. He pulls Kerry to his feet, but Kerry shocks him as he rolls him up with an inside cradle.

1 .................

2 .................

Andrew Fulton: Jonnie powers out. Kerry gets to his feet, but as he turns around Jonnie kicks him right in his gut as he picks him up as he hits a slingshot suplex and right into a backbreaker. Johnnie makes the tag into Syberus. The two whip Kerry into the ropes and they connect with a double hip toss. The two drop down with a double elbow.

Jeremy Tucker: Syberus goes to a near corner as Kerry gets to his knees as he races in, Hans gets into the ring and connects with a big boot right to the side of Sybrus head. Jonnie comes into the ring, as Hans catches him with a quick bodyslam.

Andrew Fulton: Some signs of life from these two after all.

Jeremy Tucker: Hans races toward Syberus as he catches him with a clothesline, he turns around as he catches Jonnie with one. Hans quickly pulls Kerry into the corner as he finally tags himself in.

Andrew Fulton: Hans pulls Syberus to his feet but he quickly gets caught with a diamond cutter out of nowhere. Syberus begins to stomp away at every part of Hans body.

Jeremy Tucker: It appears that pissed off Syberus. He pulls Hans to his feet as he connects with a discuss clothesline. Syberus goes into a nearby corner as Hans gets to his feet he races in and connects with kick right to his head. Syberus makes a tag to Jonnie, he races over and spears Kerry right to the floor.

Andrew Fulton: Jonnie pulls Hans up as chokelifts him right into a tigerbomb. Johnnie waits for Hans to get to his feet. As he does Johnnie connects with the picture perfect dropkick. He goes for the cover.

1 .....................

2 .....................

3!!!!

Frank Salazar: The winners of the match Devilishly Handsome Johnnie Valentine and Syberus! THE STYLISTICS!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Society of the New Breed will move on into the next round where they will face the Brothers in Anarchy in what shapes as a huge grudge match.

Andrew Fulton: What an epic encounter that will be, i need to check the odds on a double dq, i just have that feeling Jerry.

[Jonnie Valentine]

Coming up on Fridge Flippers....


"Devilishly Handsome" Jonnie Valentine: As soon as I saw this thing I knew I had to have it.

(quick cut)


110% Syberus: Right away, I knew this was going to be alot of work, and I wasn't sure Jonnie knew what he was signing us up for. 

(quick cut)


(Jonnie and 110% Syberus are trying to carry an old refrigerator out of someone's garage)


Jonnie Valentine: You got your end?


110% Syberus: I've got it. 


Jonnie Valentine: You sure...? Woah! 


(The refrigerator falls and we cut to the open. Ozzy Osbourne does the theme music and Jonnie Valentine's voiceover begins)


"I'm 'Devilishly Handsome' Jonnie Valentine and this is my best friend and tag team partner 110% Syberus. When we're not winning tag team tournaments, we're finding forgotten treasures in the form of refrigerators. We fix them up and then we sell em for cool, hard cash. We're the...


Ozzy Osbourne "The Fridge Flippahhsss..."


(Cut to a dash cam of Syberus driving)


10:00am
Melbourne, Australia


110% Syberus:I got a call from Jonnie that he's found the perfect fridge. We'll see...


(Syberus pulls into a drive way where Jonnie and the home owner are standing in the garage)


110% Syberus: So what do we have here?


Jonnie Valentine: This is a 1953 North Star and look, it still has it's original door handle! 


(Jonnie pulls on the rusted door handle and it snaps off in his hand)


110% Syberus: Lovely. 


Jonnie Valentine: Can you believe this guy was throwing this thing out? 


Home Owner: Yeah, it was attracting alot of rats. 


Jonnie Valentine: Ya hear that? Rats! They know where the good stuff is. 


(Cut to a single shot of Syberus in a room somewhere)


110% Syberus: Right away, I knew this was going to be alot of work, and I wasn't sure Jonnie knew what he was signing us up for. 


(Cut to a single shot of Jonnie Valentine in a room somewhere)


Jonnie Valentine: Rats know where the good stuff is!


(Cut back to Jonnie, Syberus, and the home owner looking at this rusted out piece of junk)


Jonnie Valentine: So what are you looking for? I mean, the craftsmanship is amazing, most of the paint is gone though. 


Home Owner: (realizing he's got one on the line) Ummm, well it's been in the family for decades so I guess...$800?


(Cut to Jonnie mulling it over)


(Cut to Syberus shaking his head)


(Cut to the Home Owner spitting on the ground)


(Cut back to Jonnie thinking)


Jonnie Valentine: Hmm...$795?


(Cut to the Home Owner considering it)


(Cut to Syberus squeezing the bridge of his nose)


(Cut to Jonnie on the edge of his seat)


Home Owner: You've got a deal. 


(Jonnie and the home owner shake hands)


Jonnie Valentine: Syberus can you give me a hand with this? 


110% Syberus: I suppose. 


Jonnie Valentine: You got your end?


110% Syberus: I've got it. 


Jonnie Valentine: You sure...? Woah! 


(The fridge falls to it's side and several dead koalas spill out)


110% Syberus: (holds his nose) Jesus Christ that's ripe.


Jonnie Valentine: Oh no. Is it a family of koalas that died in there? Tell me it's not a family. 


110% Syberus: (trying to protect his feelings) No, no. It's just a big one, and bunch of midget koalas. 


Jonnie Valentine: Oh, phew. OK. 


(Cut to Jonnie talking in a room somewhere)


Jonnie Valentine: So we took it to my guy who can make miracles with any fridge you can imagine. And boy, did we need a miracle with this one. 


(Cut to Jonnie and Syberus at a refrigerator repair shop)


Repair Man: What's that smell? 


Jonnie Valentine: Midget koalas and one big one. 


110% Syberus: Obviously we'd like to keep costs down on this one. 


Jonnie Valentine: Oh pish posh, whatever you can do, Tony. 


Repair Man: How do you know my name?


110% Syberus: It's on your shirt. 


(Cut to Jonnie and Syberus returning to the shop with Jonnie's voice over)


"Next it was time for the big reveal."


(Cut to Syberus in a room somewhere)


110% Syberus: I didn't know what to expect. That fridge was in pretty bad shape when we gave it to the man in the shirt that said Tony. 


(Cut to Jonnie and Syberus seeing the refurbished refrigerator)


Jonnie Valentine: Wow, would you look at that. All the rust is gone, oh...no, there's a little there still. And, oh...I guess none of it is gone. 


110% Syberus: Tony, the handle's still coming off. 


Repair Man: Don't mess with that! 


Jonnie Valentine: Right, take it easy. It's a fridge handle, it's meant to be handled very delicately. Tony, you've done it again. 


"Now we just had to find someone to buy it. So we put an ad online and almost immediately had a buyer."


(Cut to the buyer in a room somewhere)


Buyer: G'day. My name is Peter, and I'm in the market for a new refrigerator. Me old one's on the fritz, and me wife told me to just get a new one. These two blokes were selling one and I decided to come have a look. 


(Cut to Peter walking into Jonnie's rented condo)


Jonnie Valentine: So we hear you're a Fridge Enthusiast? 


Buyer: Well, no...um, I like cold things, so I guess you could say that. 


Jonnie Valentine: Well take a look at this bad boy. 


(Jonnie and Syberus present the 1953 North Star)


Buyer: You mean behind the old ice box?


Jonnie Valentine: No, this is it. It's a 1953 classic North Star. As everyone knows, the 1954 version had a valve to cut off refrigerant leaks because of all the deaths, but the 1953 version here doesn't have that old ugly thing. 


Buyer: (opens up the fridge door) What's all this red stuff at the bottom. 


110% Syberus: Dried koala blood. 


Jonnie Valentine: That's not entirely accurate. Alot of it is condensation that has formed that mixed with the koala blood, so most of it is a mixture of water and obviously, koala blood, 


110% Syberus: Right so it's kind of a koala meat water. 


Jonnie Valentine: Right, that would be more accurate. Koala meat water. 


Buyer: Why is it there? 


Jonnie Valentine: It was kind of low? I don't do low stuff. 


Buyer: (rubbing the back of his neck) How much do you want for it?


Jonnie Valentine: I was hoping for $3000?


(Cut to buyer mulling it over)


(Cut to Jonnie on the edge of his seat but trying to play it cool)


(Cut to Syberus checking his phone)


(Cut to buyer chewing on his lip)


Buyer: I could give you $20.


Jonnie Valentine: Can you make it $25?


Buyer: Absolutely not. 


Jonnie Valentine: Deal.


"So we were able to sell the Northstar, and I'm not afraid to say I was a little sad to see it go. It was like Eddie D. A forgotten piece of junk, filled with dead koala blood, that someone took and gave it a new purpose. But such is the fate of a Fridge Flipper. Always looking for the next big score."


(Cut to Jonnie and Syberus alone in the townhouse)


Jonnie Valentine: So $20. And what did we pay all together?


110% Syberus: $3600.


Jonnie Valentine: Hachi Machi! Ok, well time to focus on our second round opponents Eddie D and Trent J. They picked on poor Tux in the first round. 


110% Syberus: Monsters. Tux never hurt anyone. 


Jonnie Valentine: Exactly, which is a problem in this business. Eddie D, a guy who looks like if Kevin Owen swallowed Bam Bam Bigelow, and Trent J, the guy who was having empty arena shows before the coronavirus are the single worst things to happen to tag team wrestling since Harlem Heat 2000. 


110% Syberus: The only pops they get are when any of them tag out. 


Jonnie Valentine: Trent Jones, Mr Never Been Boned brings a glass jar of mayonnaise with him wherever he goes, like Undertaker's urn and has got attendance dropping faster than Molly when her husband plays Maroon 5. Hell, even that has better attendance because at least you still have Trent peeking through the curtains outside. 


110% Syberus: That poor woman. We've got two men, a friendship bonded in mutual loneliness. One a biker doing an incel gimmick, and the other an incel doing a biker gimmick. 


Jonnie Valentine: The Anzac Cup was started long ago just in case Syberus and I felt like winning it. We've got more double team moves than Molly's husband and his friends when she's had an extra White Claw. And after we cut you two down, I'll be coming back for my belt it took two of you, AND A BAT, to take from me. And then, you think Rally shitting in your bag was bad, Edward? Don't get used to having both eyebrows. (whispers) Rally's coming for ya....


110% Syberus: My god. What's wrong with that man?


Jonnie Valentine: I prefer not to think about it.

[Justin]

~~Continued

“Fuck the Knuckle Sammies.” Lunchbox Larry was scarily focused. “These Ken’s are dead!”

“...aaaaaaaand we’re clear!”

The red light stopped blinking, a masterwork had been cut in one take. Larry, eager to please, smiled his big clunky smile.

“How was that? Was it great? It felt great!”

Larry was now beaming, his momentary slip in temperment gone in a shot. Kirby took note of this and decided that his partner may have in fact been working worth more tools in the box than previously thought.

The producer’s voice cut through like a hot knife. “Fantastic take, guys, that was too easy!”

“Oh yeah?” Kirby asked, feigning interest.

“You bet’cha! Believe me when I tell you that some of these guys have to go through a whole lot of post-editing before anything they say ever sees the light of day!”

The two partners walked off set together. Kirby had an inkling to get one last warmup session in before the match but a ring to his cellphone nipped that idea right in the bud.

Kirby checked the phone. Unknown caller. His better judgement said to just hang it up and block the number as per usual, but something stayed his hand.

“You mind if I take this, Lar?”

Lunchbox nodded, already lost in the replay from the segment that he’d only just taken part in. He and the producer walked off in the direction of the truck presumably to punch up the audio or whatever it is that they do before a segment like this makes it to live air.

Kirby swipes his device open.

“New phone, who dis?”

The disgust permeating through the phone was almost thick enough to corporealize and become self-aware. A moment passes before we hear a familiar drawl come filtering through digital superhighway

“First thing’s first, this ain’t got NOTHING to do with you being… you know, an Aunt Seamus.”

Kirby’s eyes pop as it hits him. This could only be Larry’s old man.

“Uhh,” he started. “I’m not-”

Larry’s ol’ dad cuts Kirby off quick.

“Don’t give a rat’s ass what you are, 10-4?”

An old log-trucker at heart, Larry’s dad couldn’t shake the old call-signs when his blood got to pumping.

“Yeah, sure 10-4 good buddy, over and out!”

Eyes roll, you can be sure.

“Not so fast there, slick!” Larry’s dad had an authoritative tone to him. “Look. Only reason I even made this call was ‘cause I felt like we needed to get a few things straight regarding you and my boy. Y’see, that kid you got under your wing... he’s my only blood.”

Kirby’s face straightens instantly.

“Now I don’t care to tell some slackass such as you my life story, but you just need to know how important Larry is to me.”

Kirby nods, if only to himself.

“Whoa, my dude. I’m totes not a serial killer. Scout’s honor!”

Tension from one end of the call sits heavily on the other. Larry’s old man grimaces and continues on with his speech, hopeful that some of his words would ring true.

“Don’t ever call me that again. And while we’re on commands, the whole reason I’m even putting up with the sound of your voice…”

He takes a deep, supposedly calming breath.

“My son’s all I got. And he might not be the brightest crayon in the box… but I’ll be damned if you’ll ever come across a harder worker. And you won’t ever meet anyone as loyal, either. An’ I swear if you don’t take care, or EVER even THINK of taking advantage of my boy… you’ll be due for a worse beatin’ than anything you’ve ever gotten in one of those rings. ‘Cause the only person you’ll find tougher than Larry… is his pops.”

The Charismatic Dragon nods again, a weight of understanding settling down on his psyche.

“10-4?” Pops asks.

A moment passes.

“Yessir,” Kirby quips back. “You got my word, Larry’s in good hands.”

“Good.”

The line was cut. K-JAX took a moment to himself to chew on the conversation that he’d just had with a man that he was instantly slightly scared of. He shakes it and pads off quickly to find Larry and that same producer gushing over their masterpiece.

“Hey man, let’s do another take.”

“Are you sure, Kirby?”

He nodded at the producer. Larry was ready to go instantaneously.

“Let’s do this!”

---

~~Redux

Back on the set, ficus tree to one side, gleaming Anzac Cup to the other.

K-JAX:
“Let’s break it down, ya dig?”

Kirby Jackson stands confidently at the interview set once again. This time he’s fully dressed to wrestle in all of his frilly, feathered, tassled, hot pink glory. The mullet is on point, and that casual know-it-all grin is etched deep into his face.

K-JAX:
“You’re a loser, Beta Fox.”

Kirby flamboyantly covers pursed lips as steely green eyes widen in a mock oops expression. It fades quickly as Kid Charisa rolls his eyes. Behind Kirby stands his tag team partner, Lunchbox Larry. For his part Larry is also dressed to wrestle in his orange and black singlet and he’s got a look of enlightened determination pressed deep into his features.

Lunchbox:
“You tell him, Kirbs!”

K-JAX:
“Now, I’m real sure that you can recite back the list of also-rans and ne’er-do-wells that you’ve beaten in your marvelous rise to the middle of mediocrity, but let’s take a look at this professionally, shall we? Wrestling as we know it is very much a game of what have you done lately, right, so let’s take a closer look at the year so far, shall we?

“Ya lost a ladder match with your boys Seth and Ryan in what was probably the dumbest match in AWF history, to decide the coolest member of your little pack of mean girls. You had to see that one coming though, right, I mean you’re nowhere near the same level as either of those guys and it’s painfully obvious. Moving right along.

“It looks like you went on a winning streak for a couple of weeks, taking down such industry titans as Aaron Ryan and Joe Nobody.”

Lunchbox:
“Who?”

Kirby nods.

K-JAX:
“Who, indeed.”

Kirby laughs at his own joke, Larry chortles along with him.

Lunchbox:
“To be fair, you could say that about us, too.”

K-JAX:
“I could, Larry, but I’m not. I’m also not the one coming out here shitting all over an entire promotion and about to get his ass handed to him in an opening round match.”

Both Kirby and The Box turn their heads toward the camera, the proverbial fourth wall, and they give a good long stare directly at a certain couple of bumbling fuckwits that are about to embarrass themselves in the same promotion they’ve been burying for months now.

The stare lasts an uncomfortably long time.

. . .

K-JAX:
“And then there was Road to Victory. Or, as it pertains to you, Road to Losing Your Ass! Yeah, I said it. So far as I can tell with a quick and dirty Google search that particular loss was another in a fairly long line of opportunities that you let slip through your fingers because, well, frankly Bee-Eff like I already said...

“You’re a loser.”

He shrugs, Larry grins and pounds one big meaty fist into the other.

Lunchbox:
Yeah, a LOSER!

Startled, Kirby jumps at the bellowing voice of his good buddy and tag team partner. Larry chuckles again as Kirby regains his composure.

K-JAX:
“And then what happened? Well, our bloodied friend went and kicked the shit out of a couple of scrubs one week and whatever a Kuroi is the next week in a match that didn’t matter on a show that didn’t count. Congratulations my dude, you’ve figured out a way to beat a few more ham-n-eggers and managed to stay the execution of your relevance for fifteen more minutes.

“Whoopty-goddamn-do.

“You might be asking yourself; self, why is Kirby not impressed? Simple, because you being you, the LGBTKO’s everlasting third wheel, you couldn’t get the job done on the barge when it mattered and you and your other-other partner lost the big belts to Dos Angeles. Now, I’m gonna pause here for about thirty seconds and let you tell everybody how it wasn’t your fault.”

Fifteen seconds pass before Larry gets nervous and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.

Lunchbox:
“I don’t think he’s gonna come out here and-”

Kirby holds up a hand. Slowly, Larry figures it out.

Lunchbox:
“Oh, you’re doing that rhetorical thing again.”

Larry gives a thumbs up and nods in approval.

More time passes.

More still.

Even more.

This is becoming a thing; a mildly annoying one at that.

Kirby’s cheshire grin returns.

K-JAX:
“What, big bad Brenden and the Beta Fox ain’t got nuffin’ smart to say this time? Shit naw, Fox is too busy back there writing up the unabridged excuse thesaurus that he’s gonna spout off next week in AWF to explain how instead if winning the Anzac Cup they got trucked by two scrubs in their second match together, meanwhile Brenden is trying real, real hard to be pretty much anything except for just Beta Fox’s bottom bitch.”

Kirby winks.

Lunchbox:
“So, wait, what about that XHF Rumble deal?”

K-JAX:
“What about it?”

Lunchbox:
“How’d he do? Yanno, in the Rumble?”

K-JAX:
“Is his name Anthony Caffrey?”

Lunchbox:
“Well, I mean… No.”

K-JAX:
“Then he didn’t do bloody well enough, did he?”

Larry shrugs. Kirby makes a face.

K-JAX:
“Now, it’s gettin’ real close to time and I’m gettin’ real good an’ ready to go out there and kick your Harry Potter head off’a your shoulders. I want to leave you with one last thought though, Fox…

“That is, since we’ve established your everlasting lot in life.

“And this last bit, this bit is personal. Anzac Cup be fucked, Fox, if you ever come out here and call my partner {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} again I’ll break both’a your fuckin’ legs while your ugly girlfriend watches from the fuckin’ tag rope.”

Larry’s brow furrows.

Lunchbox:
“Wait, what?”

Kirby ignores Larry’s Larryism.

K-JAX:
“Are we clear, sweetheart?”

Cut.

[Trent Jones MR Bones.]

***pre recorded video plays***

Trent Jones is sitting on the steps to some bar. He is wearing an Anzac round 1 winner shirt. He has on a brother in anarchy beanie and blue jeans. Trent is holding a beer and spitting out tobacco as the camera zooms in. Trent takes a sip of beer and smiles.

“So you just saw Trent Jones and Eddie D win against the tag champs in round 1 of the Anzac Cup. I can only assume it was pure domination by the Brothers in Anarchy. One could say my ego is huge for pre recording this message on our victory. But again it’s Tuxedo Mask and some other douche who’s name slips my memory currently. Look let’s face it I am pre recording messages all the way to the championship round because let’s face it we are winning it.”

So Trent Jones chugs his beer and sets the empty nest to him, he looks at the camera and looks real serious.

“So you're probably wondering how I prerecord these and i don’t even know who we are facing… well let’s just say we know it won’t be Ultra Kira and Tarrasque. Let’s just face it Ultra Kira is the king of the trash.”

“So yet again we face the burnout team of Jonnie Valentine and 110% trash. So maybe we should look to the semi finals match… but don’t worry we will cover that later today. Yet another match where Trent Jones and Eddie D have to take out this so called legend team.”

Trent spits some dip in his bottle as a good looking blonde girl sits down next to him and hands him a beer. Trent takes the beer and smiles at her and she smiles back.

“Trent baby I know you have this thing for molly, but let’s face it that chapter is over and tonight you can start the next chapter. I might not make the cover of the book but I will take you under the covers” she licks her lips and then takes a drink from her beer. She does it in a sexy way.

Trent smiles but doesn’t comment on what she said. “Jonnie Boy do you really want to lose to me a third time? The answer is you don’t, but the gods were nice enough to give you a feel good win between your 2nd and 3rd loss to Trent Jones. Take that for all that it is worth this is your new nightmare. I can imagine the constant fear you must live in. When you are waiting for the next card to come out you must be praying to god that you don’t have to face Trent Jones and now you have to worry about facing Trent Jones and Eddie D.”

The champion spits in the beer bottle. He looks at the lady next to him. “Look I am not trying to add to my chapters of mistakes with Molly. I am sorry but as much as I want to pull mr bones out right here and now and have you go for the ride of your life I can’t”.

Trent stands up and walks a few steps and calls molly. The phone rings and she didn’t answer. The voicemail kicks in. “Look Molly I need to explain a few things… please call me back!”

Trent hangs up the phone and the girl from earlier walks over and hands Trent another beer. She smiles at him and gives him the fuck my eyes. Trent takes the beer.

***live in the arena***

The lights go out and when they come back on Trent Jones is standing in the ring. Next to him is his fellow Ryder member little bone aka Ray Ray the midget. Ray ray is wearing a Trent Jones shirt that goes to the ring floor. Trent hands Ray Ray the microphone. Trent is dressed in his traditional wrestling gear plus the title.

Ray ray puts the microphone to his face, “ladies and gentleman boy and girls standing before you is the Graveyard Ryders GrandMaster the leader of the Ryders… he is also the SWAT Heavyweight Champion of the world. He is also one half of the Brothers in Anarchy. He is Trent Jones aka Mr. Bones.”

Trent Jones lifts his arm in the air. He then raises his other arm in the air with the title.

Ray ray once more goes to speak, “Trent Jones is the greatest SWAT champion in history and here we are in Australia.”

Trent Jones reaches over and grabs the microphone from his little homie. “I really don’t understand why we are here for a Mexican holiday… I mean Aztek is like Mexican taco so why the fuck are we over he in. Aussie land… that would be like going to China to celebrate St Patrick's day.”

The fans boo as Ray Ray calls for the microphone, “no Trent you got that all wrong this is Anzac holiday it’s like Memorial Day in the United States!”

Trent reaches for the microphone as the fans stop booing. “No shit, so what you're saying is when I was backstage bitching about the food and saying where is the guac at and bitching about no tacos you didn’t say anything… damn I thought forsure we were going to be eating some tacos here.”

Trent smiles at the crowd, “well I don’t normally do this but I want to apologize for not knowing this holiday. I had no idea we were celebrating people dying today. Like the KGB who has died after self exploiting today. But in the end it’s all about Trent Jones and Eddie D killing it. Rally and tux were the first victims.”

Trent Jones looks around and lifts up his title belt, “this here belt says I am the best of the best here in SWAT, it says that Jonnie Valentine is my bitch. You see Brothers in Anarchy are the top tier of pro wrestling. We belong standing in this ring holding a giant cup… I honestly thought it was going to be full of salsa, Guacamole or queso sauce. But hey no matter what is it, tonight we will fill the cup with Carlton Draught.”

Trent pauses as the fans cheer for the most popular beer in Australia. He smiles as a few fans in the front row hold them up. Trent rolls out of the ring and walks over towards a fan. Trent pulls out a Ryder Bandana and hands it to the fan. The fan hands Trent a beer and they cheers their cups together. Trent looks over and sees Molly. She is dressed in a Trent Jones shirt and she smiles at Trent. Trent grabs the microphone and looks over at Molly.

“I am so glad you are here… Molly I want to make everything better with you today. I want you to know I am in this 100%. Tonight after Eddie and I win this tournament I want to take you on a proper date.”

Trent slides back in the ring and he has a smile on his face. Little did Trent know it was not molly. In fact she looked nothing like molly. The fan that Trent thinks is Molly is looking around like what do I say.

“Jonnie, are you ready to get your face split wide open with the jar of mayo… tuxedo mask already was introduced to the Mayo jar, I did that all for you Molly. I told you that they all would pay for what happened to you baby. One by one they all fall… syb you still hold a belt you're not qualified to hold anymore why not go one on one with Eddie D and let him take that belt off of your hand?”

Trent stops speaking and he looks at the girl he thinks is Molly and blows her a kiss. Little Ray Ray is looking at the girl and his phone. He doesn’t think it is molly but he feels Trent needs to believe she is here.

“Speaking of belts, why don’t the tag chumps drop those belts off for me and Eddie D. You were man handled by the two best wrestlers ever and you are fake champions as well.”

Ray Ray rolls out of the ring and grabs a microphone and he walks towards the security wall dividing the fans and the ring. He asks for help as a fan lifts him over the wall. He walks over and is talking to the girl.

“Ray Ray what you doing?, look ladies and gentleman tonight you will see Brothers in Anarchy move ahead once more as we defeat the loser Jonnie and 4skin his trusty partner.”

Just then The girl speaks, “Trent baby my head hurts, and Jonnie is the reason it hurts. I don’t blame you at all and please make him pay for what he did to me. I want you to bloody him up real good for me… if you do that for me baby we can be together.”

Trent gets that sick smile on his face, he wants to make things right so much with molly. He feels the need to hurt Jonnie more now than ever. Trent turns to the entrance ramp, “Jonnie tonight I am going to bash your fucking skull in, tuxedo mask got away with a mild beating but your the reason this all happened…you did this to molly and you made her head hurt bad… I am going to fucking light you up… your face is going to look like a vagina after mr bones forgets to pull out… you're going to have mayo leaking from every hole in your head.. you're going to look like you were at the cabin with the boys and you were the center of the circle jerk. I hate you and everything about you is old and washed up. Things changed forever when Trent Jones and Eddie D entered SWAT. The landscape is forever changed. The quality of the top talent has changed.”

Trent takes a quick breath as his face is turning red.

“You went from being a champion to a show opener quality wrestler the second I beat you for the belt. Then last show we proved it once more. The bar was raised so fucking high your like ray ray at the buffet or the titty bar now. Sorry bro you know it’s true. You see Jonnie you will never reach greatness again but your lucky you will be able to sniff the pussy that is crawling all over us. Tonight you will see 3 straight shows where Jonnie Valentine is made to look like a bitch at the hands of Brother in Anarchy.”

By now Ray Ray makes his way back to the champion. Ray Ray reaches for the belt and he holds it up in front of Trent Jones.

“To say that you are lucky to be in the present of Trent Jones is an understatement. You see SWAT has always wanted that top notch star and guess what Trent Jones was that man. But not even I could imagine that you the fans would get two gods to come to SWAT. But then instead of destroying each other we team up and just fuck up everrything. Your tag champs were embarrassed today. This roaster is a total embarrassment and I am so glad I don’t call any of this trash my friends or my equals. So fans eat up this moment because no moment will ever be like this again.”

The arena lights go dark and then the lights turn back on Trent Jones and Eddie D are in the ring together. Ray Ray is gone with the belt and the two men are standing in the ring.

“Eddie D my brother thank you for taking time to join me here in the ring. So now we know we get to face the losers that are Cyber dick head and washed up Jonnie. I am sure you're tired of beating these guys but let’s do it one more time as we move ahead in this tournament. I was just telling these fans how lucky they are to be blessed with being alive and having the chance to see the two of us on a team… tell these fuckers how right I am”

Eddie D looks at the fans and then at Trent as Trent flips him the microphone.

“As we told the legend that is Frank Salazar earlier, this is the era of the SWAT World Heavyweight Champions' reign of terror. Biker justice with more horsepower than this fed… Than this industry… Has ever seen before. Yes, The Society haven't got the revenge they're fans wanted after a couple of times of asking, yes the fans have seen us crush the tag team champs, but the fans still want to see me get my hands on Syberus. The fans owe us the respect we deserve, but maybe if I finally hand Syberus his teeth on a wreath they'll be more willing to cough up those cheers and drown those jeers.”

Eddie D looks at the fans and gets a mixture of boos and half-hearted cheers, and then he laughs incredulously with Trent and flips the microphone back to Trent.  Trent Jones looks out the at the crowd and looks at the girl he believes is Molly.  He points to her and he waves, the girl points to her head and Trent just shakes his head getting the message.  He knows its time to get Even on Jonnie Bitch boy Valentine and his personal fluffer.  Trent Drops the microphone as the arena lights dim and the Brother In Anarchy music plays through out the arena.  The two giant men make their way to the backstage areas some fans boo and others cheer.  Next to the Girl in the crowd we see a man removes his hooded sweatshirt and its Layton Cook.  He pays the girl some money and he walks away from her.  was this all set up from the start.  Either Way Eddie D has a partner that is motivated to destroy...  Jonnie and Syb both need to watch out other wise Jonnie 3rd straight loss to Trent may be his last. 

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(Team Fairtex is watching the monitor and are shaking their heads as they listen to Frostbite and Joanne talking about wha they have in store for them.)

Tong Fairtex: "Frosty the Snowman still doesn't get it does he? He still thinks he and Joanne are gong to beat us and then go all the way to the cup and he's walking and talking like he's such a big man in SWAT. Funny isn't it since Frosty didn't even enter the XHF Rumble and try and win the X-Crown. Yeah Frosty you didn't try for that did you? All you did was run your mouth and got your ass handed to you by your old buddies."

Phantam Fairtex: "Now referring to Bruno he made his choice and if you ask us it was the right choice since you don't order him around. Yeah he could have been an idiot and did what you asked but he was the one trying to help you out. Yet you kept ignoring him and in the end he walked out on you. He obviously had no intention of being part of something that had you in it and make a fool out of him. At least he was more of a man than your old tired act."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah when knowing you're getting slapped around and getting your ass beaten only to get saved by one person or another. I knowyoudon't want to hear that inconvenient truth but hey you did that to yourself now didn't you. Well Frosty let's see if you can actually win a big tournament match without Joanne's mob muscle interfering or your fellow KGB idiots interfering though they'll be stupid enough to save your asses."

Phantam Fairtex: "You know Joanne you can talk mob speak all you want and make all the fucking threats you want. The truth of the matter is you're nothing without your mob flunkies or our wives. You see Joanne who saved your ass when you were in trouble on occasions. Yeah it as either your mob muscle or our wives The Hired Killers. Who was it that helped you beat Lynn Brewster for the title last year. Yeah it was Kim who snuck in there and interfered to help give you your title. Does that jog your bat brained memory or are you so drained of blood that you completely forgot. Don't worry when we kick your asses out of this tournament Joanne and we move on to face whoever we'll be facing on our way to the Anzac Cup. You'll be wishing you had chosen your words carefully."

Tong Fairtex: "You see if we beat you and we'll make sure we do Joanne. We'll move on and face one of the other winners no matter if it's K-Jax or Lunchbox Larry. We don't care if it's Brothers in Anarchy or even Bloodied Zen Romance or whoever else moved on. Speaking of Brothers in Anarchy congratulations on exposing those frauds in the Society of the New Breed. We were telling everyone how much of a bunch of has beens and frauds they were and you did just that."

(They applaud them mockingly.)

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah it took you guys to do it. Now let's see if you can go all the way since we plan on doing just that and that's go all the way to the Anzac Cup and hoist it up. That's right everyone and that includes you two Klutzy Goofball Bitches. We're going to be the best tag team in SWAT and anywhere else in the XHF Network. That's not going to be just a prediction that's lofty. It's going to be fact and reality and it's nothing that's going to be fantasy."

Tong Fairtex: "You see Joanne you're the only one with any gold around your waist but don't worry I can safely say you and your title reign will come to an end and then you won't have any gold to call yourselves gold standard. Yeah try to put us out of wrestling for a while. We'll be back even more meaner than you ever can think and not even your other KGB lackeys will be able to stop us from beating you down. At least Radu is still trying to resist your advances and who knows if they manage to run into you in the tournament. Radu would love to bite you and turn you into a bug infested zombie. Yeah we said it and would love to see what happens when you turn into a maggot and someone sprays you with Raid. Yeah not even your bodyguards will know what happened to you. Oh it's going to be real interesting won't it."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah real interesting and let's see if Frosty will melt under pressure. Yeah we know you will Frosty and we know your pals would love nothing more than to slap you around like their own personal bitch. Hell if they want we'll be glad to join in but we know they won't want us to interfere with their business so we won't and you and Joanne can drain the hospitals of their blood banks though armed robbery would be yours and Joanne's way of enjoying a night out."

Tong Fairtex: "So one last thing Joannie and Chachi we'll see you in the ring and break up your little tag team romance and fantasy deams of an Anzac Cup victory. We're going to show you the reality on the road to the next round. Then Commissioner Zoran will have to hand us the cup for our excellent victoryand we'll make sure it's authentic and not some cheap copy he desperately tried to reproduce to pay his medical bills and any other debts he pilfered from SWAT. So see you and after we're done with you. We don't want to be you when we send you home with your tails between your legs crying after Team Fairtex deals with you. We're the best well oiled team in this tournament and that's tough to beat. We're out of here."

Phantam Fairtex: "Right behind you brother Tong."

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

[King Syberus]

[ Thank fuck. ]

[ I know, I know. ]

[ I know what you're thinking. Jesus Christ please not another promo from Eddie D or Trent Jones. ]

[ Don't worry, it's not. ]

[ The camera opens on a couple of wrestling legends, who happen to be the sexiest Goddam things on this green Earth. ]

Jonnie Valentine: And we're trying to reel it in.

[ And they're trying to reel it in. ]

[ Have no fear. This promo is brought to you by two individuals that have actually mastered the English language. You don't have to wade through paragraph after paragraph of generic slapped together tough talk. ]

110% Syberus: *adjusts his Union Jack bowtie*

[ Two men who understand that hitting a guy with a baseball bat is not a genius swerve, it's just hitting a guy with a baseball bat. ]

110% Syberus: Really doesn't take that much forethought.

[ Here stand 110% Syberus and Jonnie Valentine. Stage hands spray them with fine perfumes. The scent of jasmine, vanilla and coconut fill the air and drapes over the glistening bodies of the Stylistics. Of course you don't know that, but it's better than the ceaseless stench of failure and incompetence that seeps through every pore of the Brothers of Anarchy. ]

110% Syberus: That's what they're called right? I'm legitimately too lazy to check.

Jonnie Valentine: I think so.

[ Syberus steps forward, then pauses for a moment, clears his throat, and a stage hand realises his missed cue and starts spreading rose petals on the floor for them to walk on as the camera follows. ]

110% Syberus: Okay, let's end the charade. Let's stop it right here, right now. Eddie, Trent, you aren't winning this fucking tournament. We're 110% Syberus and Jonnie Valentine. Now for anybody with two brain cells to smash together that's probably where I could end the promo-

[ He looks at Jonnie who shakes his head and tuts disappointingly. ]

110% Syberus: But sadly you complete brainfarts need this spelling out for you. Just like you need the word “roster” spelling out for you, apparently.

Jonnie Valentine: That is a toughie though, in all fairness. I mean where in wrestling is that word ever referenced? Name one time.

110% Syberus: I'll name a time right now! We're going to blitz through this roster like King George blitzed through those stupid yanks in the American War of Independence.

Jonnie Valentine: Uh... we won that.

110% Syberus: We have different history books.

Jonnie Valentine: Ah.

110% Syberus: Trent, I'm really sick of hearing your lips flapping every God given second, did you not hear my advice to Anthony Caffery the other week? There's this concept of quality over quantity I want you to look into chief. Because believe me, hearing you dribble out mindless rhetoric and tired cliches every 30 seconds is really wearing thin.

Jonnie Valentine: But if they just keep repeating that everyone is trash and they're the top tier of wrestling, doesn't it become true?

110% Syberus: I'm afraid not.

[ Jonnie slaps his own cheek with a look of mock disbelief. ]

110% Syberus: Look, you guys sort of did one over on the entire SWAT roaster, sorry roster, I'll give you that. But that's my fault as much as anyone's, I should have had Jonnie's back that day. I've just always had this weird blind spot for people that don't even remotely fucking matter to me.

[ Jonnie puts his hand on Syberus's shoulder. ]

Jonnie Valentine: I understand.

110% Syberus: WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT that Eddie D and Trent Jones would put aside their differences and join forces?! Not me!

Jonnie Valentine: Not me.

110% Syberus: But of course it doesn't help that I didn't realise you guys were enemies in the first place, Trent I was barely aware you were even on the roaster, sorry roster, before Soutter threw a dart at the board he uses to determine the World Heavyweight title contendership programme and your oblivious ass got the opportunity of a lifetime.

[ Back to the Stylistics' locker room, we get there as Greg the assistant is signing for an old busted up refrigerator that two guys are wheeling in. Jonnie rubs his hands together. ]

Jonnie Valentine: Hoo there she is!

110% Syberus: Is that...

Jonnie Valentine: A Kelvinator AC-R? You know it.

110% Syberus: How much?

[ Jonnie winks. ]

Jonnie Valentine: 'guy didn't know what he was selling...

110% Syberus: Oh, so just thousands then.

[ Syberus turns back to the camera, looking around frowning for a second. ]

110% Syberus: Oi, petal dude, did I say stop?

[ The guy distributing petals on the floor sheepishly re enters the shot and just keeps throwing them at Syberus's feet even though he's stationary now. ]

110% Syberus: And Trent, where do you get off ragging on my International title reign? You know that makes no sense right? I defend the belt week after week. Literally last month I pinned clean the guy that just won the X-Crown. You think I need to beat Eddie D to prove anything? I already have.

And I've beaten you, too.

Maybe not you literally, but your... kind...

I've beaten your kind time and time again over the course of my career. You clink beers with your bro's. Call everyone “trash” like that's the most cutting remark your pitiful intellect can construct. You shoot your promo's in strip clubs and dive bars and sometimes the gym because that's what basic bitches like you think makes you look tough. You're literally fucking Bruno mate, just this time some idiot actually put the belt on you.

Laughable.

Look at this.

[ A clip from Anarchy Inc or whatever the hell they're called's first promo comes on screen. ]

(Trent looks offended for a second and then he sees that Eddie was just joking and the two punch each other in the arm jokingly and keep walking to the entrance. A Security guard blocks their way.)

[ The clip is shown again but in slow motion with a soft filter and “Only Time” by Enya plays over it. ]

Who can say where the road goes?

110% Syberus: THIS IS YOUR WORLD CHAMPION, PEOPLE.

(Eddie D and Trent Jones shrug off the annoyance and begin to take the long walk around to the alternative entrance. Weary from the long walk they approach the guard on the door.)

110% Syberus: Jesus how long was that walk? And why did you make us watch it in silence?

Jonnie Valentine: I'll admit, I'm embarrassed to have lost to Trent Jones. Not as embarrassed as the guy who sold me this baby for only eleven ninety-five is going to be though.

[ He slaps the side of the fridge and the door falls off. ]

110% Syberus: Please tell me you mean eleven dollars and ninety-five cents.

[ We cut to a studio shot from “Fridge Flipperz”. ]

Jonnie Valentine: I did not mean eleven dollars and ninety-five cents.

[ Back to the promo. ]

110% Syberus: This Anzac Cup? Sure it's an opportunity to right some wrongs. But more importantly for us it's a chance to continue the good work of the Society of the New Breed.

Jonnie Valentine: You see, this isn't about us. We're doing this for the betterment of the whole industry. This tag tournament is illustrious. Competitors are flocking from all over the world to see what SWAT is all about, to see who's the best that SWAT has to offer, and we simply can't have the Generic Bros. parading that trophy around and further inflating their psychotic belief that they're actually good at this.

[ Syberus pours himself a sangria. ]

110% Syberus: Trent you want me to beat Eddie D? That's fine. I'll beat that son of a bitch so bad I hope you “pre recorded” your next promo with him bleeding from the anus. This match isn't going to be a victory lap for you lightweight fuckers, the Stylistics are going to do what they do best – throw some chaff around the ring while the ladies' wet their knickers.

Jonnie Valentine: You guys are the chaff. Just thought they'd need that spelling out.

110% Syberus: Good call.

So to recap, Trent, it's weird that you're the champion because nothing you've said since literally coming into SWAT has been good. I hope you actually know that. Eddie, you fat shit, if you want the International title you can crawl on all fours and service my balls. And then I still wouldn't give you the belt.

Jonnie Valentine: Now THAT'S a swerve.

110% Syberus: People of Melbourne! SWAT roaster, I mean roster! FEAR NOT! The time of retribution is at hand! We're here to wash away the filth of the Brothers of Destruction-

[ Syberus looks at Jonnie as if to see if he got the name right and Jonnie just shrugs as if to say “hell if I know” or “close enough” or maybe just “who cares?”. Judge for yourself. ]

110% Syberus: I know they've been on screen a little too much this evening and we're just as sorry about that as you are. But don't worry.

We're here now.

Ladies... you may commence said wetting of knickers.

[ Fade. ]

[King Syberus]

[“Pet” by A Perfect Circle bursts into play and the crowd to put it simply lose their shit. They know what's up.]



Andrew Fulton: I haven't heard this for a while.



Jeremy Tucker: Well folks this is Syberus's old theme music, presumably we'll be seeing Syberus and would you listen to this reaction!



[He doesn't wait long to push through the curtains and the crowd reach their feet – Syberus reveals a smirk as he walks down to the ring, notably not wearing his Stylistics gear and bow tie at this moment, just a black Pure Confidence T-Shirt.]



Jeremy Tucker: Syberus and Jonnie Valentine are through the first round of the Anzac Cup. Seems like he has more to say about that.


[ Syberus slides a steel chair into the ring and wipes his feet on the apron before climbing in. He sits in the middle of the ring holding a microphone and the music dies down. ]



110% Syberus: Alright. I'm here to speak to one person and one person only. Radu Matei. Listen up.



The problem with guys like you is that you get so wound up in your own hype that you begin to believe it yourself.



To hear you rattle on about your past battles, makes it sound like you truly think you're God's gift to professional wrestling, that you've waged these terrible wars and come out the other side. You unravelled the epic scroll, regaling us with the tale of your own legend, slogging through the Dixie region, battling the likes of Tong Fairtex and Hells Bouncer as if it was anything other than you, the chosen one, being handed the top spot of this company on a silver platter. Look at me, look at this fucking face. Do you think I looked like beaten old leather before nigh-on 20 years of wrestling Kilroy Evans? And Dan Stein? And Lucifer Jones? Pack away the tiny violin you fucking child. That's what being a world champion is all about. Only some of us have the balls do it in feds where us losing the title is actually a possibility.



You know I'll be the first to admit that over the years I've coined a few catch phrases and tag lines that I like to fall back on. One that I enjoy the most I rolled out to Anthony Caffery the other day. There's a brand of wrestler in this business that comes from a generation taught to speak for 20 minutes because your opponent spoke for 15. Radu, you're pretty much crown prince of that generation. If you've got something important to say, for the love of God say it, and wind that fucker up before the gen Z's lose their concentration and log back on to tik tok.



Here's the thing- you talk about me running some asshole shtick since the mid 00's like your deal is any better. You've self awarded yourself the moral highground, saying that it's all because of YOU, that 110% Syberus, puts 110% into all things. That I abandoned my loathsome antics of generally being a snarky heel guy, and pursued a higher path, all thanks to the gospel according to St. Matei.



Son it's not because of you, it's because I wanted to. And just so you know, if this was Hardkore World, I would have smoked you like a {Mongo Edit: Fuck Off} with nothing but a couple of zingers and a Pure Confidence DDT, and been world champion within three weeks of coming back to the company. But I got told that SWAT doesn't work that way, and that's fine, but understand something mate – I've walked the stratosphere of this business in my time and if I didn't think something was worth the effort, I wouldn't do it. I'd pack up and leave again with my mountain of titles and hundreds of millions of dollars, fully satisfied in the frequency and standard of all my sexual exploits. Don't talk about me as if I drank the fucking cool aid pal. I'm pretty much the only one around here that didn't.



I saw the management here pandering to your every whim, letting you tickle your own balls in front of the watching world and quite frankly it was embarrassing. I'm not saying you aren't a tidy worker. I'm not saying you aren't worth an upper mid card or even a main event on your best day. But compared to the absolute goliaths of this sport that I call my peers, to see the lofty position you were absolutely gifted here made me realise something. Wrestling was in trouble. So it wasn't you that made me kick in that extra 10%, Radu, it was the sad sack watered down beta male fan fic bullshit you spew out every time you're on camera that for some reason, the halfwits running this place couldn't get enough of.



Do I need to pause so that my narration can hammer in some kind of metaphor here?



No.



Radu let me explain something. Me and Jonnie are here not for our benefit but for the benefit of professional wrestling. Look at us. What more do you think that Jonnie has to do in this business? What more do you think that I need to do? Do you honestly think that 110% Syberus needs a healthy International title run to tie the bow on his career? We're here because you being considered the gold standard is a mockery. It's an insult to the great business we knew and loved, the one we bled for all those years. To have Eddie D, and Caffery, and all those guys come into this company and to be shown you brooding on a clifftop pondering your own greatness and being told look guys- here it is, here's the guy you need to be like.



I'm not gonna stand for that. We're not gonna stand for that. So the Society of the New Breed, THE hallmark of wrestling excellence was brought back, here, now, at the turn of the 2020's let alone the mid 2000's. We're here because we're needed.



[ Syberus pauses as the crowd break out into a chant, it starts off as “Syberus! Syberus! Syberus!” But soon pockets rumble up in a “You're Hard-Kore!! You're Hard-Kore!!” chant that completely takes over and soon has the arena rocking. ]



110% Syberus: I'm out here tonight to deliver one simple message. Don't get comfortable. Don't expect the red carpet rolling out for you this time you weak, snivelling, cowardly little egotist.



Because someone will be waiting for you pal.



And his name is the great Syberus.



[ “Pet” bursts the sound system again and Syberus takes a moment to look around the crowd who are hyped beyond compare. He eventually takes his leave and walks back up the ramp as the music plays out. ]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Coming up next is the next match in our Anzac Cup, Lunchbox Larry and K-JAX taking on Bloody Zen Romance.

Andrew Fulton: Bloody Zen Romance is a more experienced team, giving them the edge, especially in this tournament format.

Jeremy Tucker: It'll be interesting to see if Larry and K-JAX can gel well enough to outlast the Bloody Zen Romance.

("Old Town Maine" by Lucas Deely begins to play. Lunchbox Larry and K-JAX step out from behind the curtain. Larry is laser focused on the ring as soon as it's in sight. He raises up a fist and runs down the ramp with K-JAX following behind him. Larry brings down the arm as he nears the ring and jump slides in)

Jeremy Tucker: K-JAX and Lunchbox Larry feel Bloody Zen Romance is looking past them as an easy first round opponent, but say they're looking at this as an opportunity that doesn't come along often.

Andrew Fulton: Could you imagine that backyard wrestler Lunchbox Larry walking away with The Anzac Cup? Look at em. He's out of his bloody gourd.

Jeremy Tucker: Everyone's got a fair shot at winning the Cup this year, this is a stocked tournament.

(Lunchbox Larry performs a quick push-up and pops up onto his feet. He runs to the nearest corner, jumps up the turnbuckle, and raises a fist to the crowd. He has yet to actually look at the Melbourne crowd. He jumps down, runs to the opposite corner, jumps up on the turnbuckle, and raises his fist again. Head still lowered. The fans, understanding he's weird, cheer him on regardless)

Frank Salazar: The following is a first round match in the Anzac Cup Tag Team Tournament. Featuring first, from Austin, Texas; Standing 6 feet tall; Weighing 206 pounds...K-JAX!! His partner is from Portland; Maine; Standing 6 feet 4 inches tall; Weighing 287 pounds...LUNCHBOX LARRY!!!"

(The Melbourne fans let out a huge pop for Larry and K-JAX to soak in then The Rod Laver Arena lights pulse red as the riff of "Best Clockmaker On Mars" by Sturgill Simpson kicks in and the hooded figures of Bloodied Fox and Brendan Harding step out. Bloody Zen Romance make their way out and down to the ring. )

Jeremy Tucker: Bloody Zen Romance are intent to show they are not only superior to every team in the Anzac Cup, but better than any wrestler in SWAT.

Andrew Fulton: Oi, thank goodness. We could use some fresh blood round here.

Jeremy Tucker: They have little doubt to the outcome to this match, and have said that this isn't personal, that K-JAX and Lunchbox Larry are simply in their way before they wrestle in the next round.

Andrew Fulton: They're looking to impress all the XHF with their dominance here tonight.

(They slide in and face each, lowering their hoods before Fox removes Brendan's silver wolf mask and kisses him.

Andrew Fulton: Oh, bit a sugar there for good luck.

Frank Salazar: "And their opponents, they weigh a combined 415 pounds; From Reading, Berkshire, England; Standing 5 feet 9 inches tall; Weighing 195 pounds ... BLOODIED FOX!! His partner is from Camden, London, England; Standing 6 feet 2 inches tall; Weighing 220 pounds...BRENDAN HARDING!! They are BLOODY ZEN ROMANCE!!!"

(The Melbourne fans boo. Referee Tommy Milligan instructs each team to pick a legal man as Frank Salazar leaves the ring)

Jeremy Tucker: Bloody Zen Romance normally popular wherever they go, but after the comments they've made about SWAT during their run with Team Fairtex, the hometown crowd decidedly against them.

Andrew Fulton: Good thing too, no one from Melbourne has ever amounted to anything.

Jeremy Tucker: You're from Melbourne, mate.

Andrew Fulton: Yeah, but I'm from the northeastern part. Lovely bit of country.

(Tommy Milligan signals for the bell as K-JAX and Brendan Harding elect to start out in a collar and elbow tie up)

Jeremy Tucker: Both men jockeying for position, looking for the advantage.

Andrew Fulton: Brendan Harding backs him into the ropes, Tommy Milligan looking for a clean break, but Harding cracks K-JAX in the jaw with a european uppercut

Jeremy Tucker: K-JAX whacks Harding in the chest with a knife edge chop. Brendan Harding answers with a european uppercut that rattles K-JAX's teeth, but K-JAX hits him with another stinging chop.

(The Rod Laver Arena lets out a "Woo!" with each chop, and boos when Harding responds a european uppercut. K-JAX gets the advantage and backs Harding into the corner with those blistering chops)

Andrew Fulton: K-JAX headbutts Harding in the corner. He hooks Harding and snap suplexes him out of the corner.

(K-JAX bounces into the ropes and goes for an elbow drop, but Brendan Harding rolls out of the way. The fans boo)

Jeremy Tucker: Brendan Harding pulls K-JAX into Bloody Zen Romance's corner, and then hits him with rapid fire palm strikes to his abdomen. He tags in Bloodied Fox.

(Bloodied Fox climbs to the second rope and smashes K-JAX in the face with several palm strikes. He steps down and belly to belly suplexes K-JAX out of the corner)

Andrew Fulton: Early on, Bloody Zen Romance is isolating K-JAX and keeping him on their side of the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: A trademark of an experienced team here. Bloodied Fox shoots K-JAX into the ropes and catches him with a huracanrana!

(The Rod Laver Arena boos. K-JAX staggers up and is able to duck a roundhouse kick, and counters with a german suplex on Bloodied Fox)

Referee: 1...(Bloodied Fox rolls his shoulder up)

Jeremy Tucker: Bloodied Fox sits up just in time as K-JAX is coming off the ropes with a running knee!

(The Melbourne fans let out a collective "OH!" and K-JAX tags in Lunchbox Larry. Bloodied Fox gets to his feet as Larry rebounds off the ropes and catches him with a thez press popping the crowd!)

Andrew Fulton: Lunchbox Larry hammering Bloodied Fox with rights and lefts on the mat.

Jeremy Tucker: Tommy Milligan pulls Larry off and warns him about the closed fists. Larry waits for Fox to get up and then hammers him with a double ax handle to the back.

(Lunchbox Larry hiptosses Fox across the ring, and the crowd cheers wildly! Bloodied Fox sits up, arching his back in pain)

Andrew Fulton: The big man Lunchbox Larry grabs Bloodied Fox with a bearhug.

Jeremy Tucker: Lunchbox Larry clamps his hands together on Fox's lower back, constricting his breathing.

(Tommy Milligan checks in to see if Bloodied Fox wants to submit but Fox shakes his head no. Fox is finally able to peel back Larry's head and punch his way out of the bearhug)

Andrew Fulton: Bloodied Fox catches Lunchbox Larry on the button with a dropkick.

Jeremy Tucker: Fox tags in Brendan Harding, and they line up Lunchbox Larry. Bloodied Fox hits Larry with a superman palm strike at the same time that Brendon Harding hits Larry from behind with a front hook kick!!

Andrew Fulton: Another Dead Kennedy!

(The Melbourne fans boo as Lunchbox Larry clutches his face, kicking his toes into the mat in pain. Brendan Harding pulls him up into a front facelock, then drills his head into the mat with a DDT)

Jeremy Tucker: Brendan Harding pulls Larry up and irish whips him into the ropes, taking him out with a spinning heel kick!

Andrew Fulton: Harding lying next to Larry, Lunchbox Larry gets to his feet and Harding kips up into a huracanrana!!

(The Rod Laver Arena jeers Bloody Zen Romance. Brendan Harding irish whips Larry hard into the turnbuckles. He charges in to a waiting boot from Larry, and the jeers turn to cheers)

Jeremy Tucker: Harding staggers around and Lunchbox Larry catches him with a sidewalk slam!

Referee: 1...2...(Brendan Harding gets his shoulder up)

Jeremy Tucker: Lunchbox Larry lifts Harding up in a delayed vertical suplex, making him think about it.

Andrew Fulton: All the blood rushing to Harding's head, but Brendan falls backward and counters into a tornado DDT!

(The audience boos. Harding crawls over and tags in Bloodied Fox, Larry stumbles over to his corner but Fox cuts him off with a saito suplex)

Andrew Fulton: Bloody Zen Romance back in bloody control.

Jeremy Tucker: Bloodied Fox steps through the ropes out on to the apron. He slingshots himself onto the middle of the top rope and springboard frog splashes him!!

Referee: 1...2...(Lunchbox Larry kicks out)

Jeremy Tucker: Fox grabs Larry by the hair and peppers his temple and face with some kawada kicks.

Andrew Fulton: Bloodied Fox tattoos Larry in the ear with a jumping enzuigiri kick!

Jeremy Tucker: Bloodied Fox steps out onto the apron again. He jumps onto the middle of the top rope and leaps off with a springboard, but Lunchbox Larry clotheslines him out of mid-air!!

(The Melbourne crowd comes to life as K-JAX hops up and down on the apron, reaching out for the tag. Lunchbox Larry starts crawling over towards the corner)

Andrew Fulton: Lunchbox Larry nearly there!

Jeremy Tucker: But Brendan Harding runs over and shotgun dropkicks Larry in the back!

(The Rod Laver Arena rocks with boos as Tommy Milligan argues with Brendan Harding to get back to his corner. K-JAX tries to enter but Milligan cuts him off as well. Meanwhile, Bloodied Fox applies a hangman's clutch II)

Andrew Fulton: Lament Configuration!

Jeremy Tucker: Bloodied Fox pulling back on Larry's head with his clasped hands, clamping down on his trapped arm to prevent escape.

(Tommy Milligan checks in but Lunchbox Larry shakes his head, refusing to tap out. Bloodied Fox reaches out and tags in Brendan Harding)

Jeremy Tucker: Fox releases the Lament Configuration and Larry gets to his feet, only to be taken out by Brendan Harding's torpedo moscow that he calls The Thanix Cannon!!

(The audience jeers. Brendan Harding motions for Lunchbox Larry to get to his feet and then flips into a pele kick that catches Larry right between the eyes)

Andrew Fulton: Brendan Harding pulls Larry over to the corner, then grabs him in a front facelock, then steps up onto the second turnbuckle.

Jeremy Tucker: He jumps off with a tornado DDT, but Lunchbox Larry reverses it into a spinebuster!!

(The crowd roars and Lunchbox Larry crawls over to his corner while Brendan Harding crawls towards his. The Melbourne fans stomp their feet, urging Larry on, and Harding tags in Bloodied Fox)

Jeremy Tucker: Lunchbox Larry makes the tag!

Andrew Fulton: Crikey!

Jeremy Tucker: K-JAX springboards into the ring with a flying body press on Bloodied Fox!!

Referee: 1...2...(Bloodied Fox kicks out)

Andrew Fulton: K-JAX catches an incoming Brendan Frasier upside the head with a savate kick!

Jeremy Tucker: Brendan Harding.

Andrew Fulton: What did I say?

Jeremy Tucker: K-JAX drags Bloodied Fox over to the corner so he's sitting against the bottom turnbuckle. He backs up and then runs into a somersault cannonball!!

Andrew Fulton: Lunchbox Larry now back in the ring and gorilla presses Brendan Harding over his head!

(The Rod Laver Arena lights up like day time from people taking flash photos on their phone as Larry pumps Harding up and down a few times before tossing him over the ropes to the floor below!! The fans chant "LAR-RY!! LAR-RY!! LAR-RY!!")

Jeremy Tucker: K-JAX gets a running start off the ropes, and then suicide dives on top of Brendan Harding!!

(The Melbourne fans reach out to pat K-JAX as he's lying on the floor next to Brendan Harding. Lunchbox Larry steps through the ropes out on to the floor)

Jeremy Tucker: Lunchbox Larry grabs Brendan Harding in a rear waistlock and release german suplexes the back of Harding's head into the guardrail!!

(The audience lets out a collective "OH!!" at the sickening sound of Harding's head hitting the steel. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Bloodied Fox slingshots himself onto the middle of the top rope)

Andrew Fulton: Bloodied Fox springboards off the top rope and catches Lunchbox Larry with a huracanrana on the floor!!

(The fans boo as Fox, Harding, and Larry lie like human wreckage on The Rod Laver Arena floor. K-JAX steps up onto the apron as they all pull themselves up)

Jeremy Tucker: K-JAX hops onto the middle of the second rope and asai moonsaults Bloody Zen Romance and Larry as well!!

(The crowd roars and then starts chanting "K-JAX!! K-JAX!! K-JAX!!" K-JAX rolls back into the ring and then runs into the ropes. He backflips into a handspring over the ropes with a space flying tiger drop on Brendan Harding)

Andrew Fulton: Space Driving Tiger Flop!!

Jeremy Tucker: K-JAX rolls Bloodied Fox back into the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He flips off the top turnbuckle into a senton on Bloodied Fox!!

Referee: 1...2...(Bloodied Fox kicks out)

Jeremy Tucker: K-JAX pulls his head into his legs and lifts Fox up, drilling his head into the mat with a cradle piledriver!!

(K-JAX gets a running start, leaps to the middle of the top rope, and backflips into a springboard moonsault. Fox rolls out of the way, but K-JAX lands on his feet. Bloodied Fox gets behind him with a snap dragon suplex just as Brendan Harding runs into the ring and hits K-JAX with a torpedo moscow to increase the force)

Andrew Fulton: No Shepard Without Vakarian!!

Referee: 1...2...(K-JAX kicks out)

Jeremy Tucker: Bloodied Fox tags Brendan Harding in officially. Harding measures K-JAX as he gets up for a superkick!

(The Melbourne fans boo. Brendan Harding lifts K-JAX up on his shoulder and runs to the center of the ring with a liger bomb)

Andrew Fulton: Camden Bomb!!

Referee: 1...2...(K-JAX claps his legs together on Harding's head)

Jeremy Tucker: Brendan Harding yanks K-JAX up by the arm into a devlinside he calls The SHOOplex!!

Referee: 1...2...(K-JAX kicks out)

Jeremy Tucker: Harding pulls K-JAX up into a sleeper hold. He thrashes him around, but K-JAX grabs his leg and then pulls up his other leg, and then drops down into a backpack stunner!!

(The fans come to life, and then K-JAX rolls over and tags in Lunchbox Larry. Larry runs into the ring and drops Brendan Harding with a running shoulder tackle)

Andrew Fulton: Bloodied Fox steps into the ring and gets a running shoulder tackle as well for his trouble.

Jeremy Tucker: Lunchbox Larry whips Brendan Harding hard into the turnbuckles. He grabs Harding by the back of the head and runs him over to the opposite corner, thrusting Brendan's head into the turnbuckle at full speed!!

Andrew Fulton: The Hangry Buckler!

(The Rod Laver Arena pops as Harding bounces high up in the air and down to the mat. Lunchbox Larry shoots Harding into the ropes and catches him with a powerslam)

Referee: 1...2...(Brendan Harding kicks out)

Jeremy Tucker: Larry scoops Harding up and drops him across his knee with a backbreaker.

Andrew Fulton: Lunchbox Larry pulls Harding up into a german suplex, but Harding lands on his feet and catches Larry on the side of the head with a behind to front hook kick!

Jeremy Tucker: The Magic Bullet! Harding tags in Bloodied Fox. Fox tattoos Larry in the ear with a delayed roundhouse kick called the question mark kick!

(The boos get louder. Bloodied Fox hits him with a penalty kick that gets an "OH!!" out of the crowd. Lunchbox Larry starts staring at Fox, then stands up, popping the crowd)

Andrew Fulton: What's this then?

Jeremy Tucker: I think Lunchbox Larry has taken all he can stand and he can't stands no more!

(The Melbourne crowd stomps their feet as Bloodied Fox starts to get concerned. He unloads some open handed palm strikes into Lunchbox Larry's midsection, but he no-sells them. Larry raises a clenched right fist and turn for all corners of the crowd to see.)

Jeremy Tucker: Lunchbox Larry calling for The Knuckle Sandwich!

Andrew Fulton: Larry wails back, but Bloodied Fox ducks the running superman punch. Larry tags in K-JAX and then hits Brendan Harding off the apron with The Knuckle Sandwich!!

Jeremy Tucker: K-JAX is the legal man and catches an unawares Bloodied Fox with his black mass kick he calls Kirby Krackle!!

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

(“Kirby” by Aesop Rocky plays and The Rod Laver Arena leaps to their feet! Lunchbox Larry celebrates with K-JAX who is still catching his breath)

Frank Salazar: "THE WINNERS OF THE MATCH, ADVANCING TO THE SECOND ROUND...K-JAX & LUNCHBOX LARRY!!!"

Jeremy Tucker: In what has to be considered an upset, the second time pairing of K-JAX and Lunchbox Larry score a win over the established tag team Bloody Zen Romance.

Andrew Fulton: I was really pulling for those two. Why do bad things happen to nice people?

Jeremy Tucker: Bloody Zen Romance had a lot of chances to win, but Larry and K-JAX kept finding a way to persevere.

Andrew Fulton: I was talking about me self!

(K-JAX and Lunchbox Larry raise their arms as they walk up the aisleway, pointing at the cheering fans)

Jeremy Tucker: They're not done by a long shot, as they face another talented tag team in the second round.

[Lucky Linda]

”So you will be coming home tomorrow mum?” asks a young boy to his mother in a hospital bed. The mother is Sue from accounting and this is her youngest son. Sue looks much better, and the boys eyes are bright with hope as he asks when his mother is returning home.

“That’s the plan.” Replies Sue, ruffling his hair, he moves back in the way young boys do, but is glad for his mothers attention.

“Look” says the boy at the television which is playing a commercial for the lotto draw coming up next. “Didn’t Lucky Linda give you a ticket to this?”

“Why yes, she did indeed.” Answers Sue, reaching into her bedside drawer and looking for the ticket.

“You are so lucky she saved you and to now have her as a friend, all the kids at school are real blown away. I am sort of famous at school at the moment as a result of it all.” Says the boy proudly “even though it came at the expense of that miserable S.O.B. of a boss of yours Zoran Sainovich. One day mum, I am going to make him pay for what he did to you. Mark my words.” The young man has a look of hatred in his eyes as he makes his pledge of vengeance.

“He is already an old man son, by the time you are big and strong enough to be able to handle yourself, he will be lucky to still be alive, a feeble minded old bed ridden carcass.” She pats the bed she is sitting up on. “Isn’t that poetic justice.”

“I will piss on his miserable grave or send him to it, I don’t care how far gone he is, that is no excuse for what he did to you!” the boy vows.

“I don’t want to hear you speaking like this, he will get his, Karma will catch up with that man in the long run.” She brings the boy in close to her. “Come, sit up here and watch the draw with me”

The lotto draw comes on the screen, and Sue and the son watch with gap mouthed shock as all SIX of her numbers come up. “WE WON!” Sue exclaims excitedly.

“WE WON!!! We are MILLIONAIRES MUM!!!” The boy jumps off the bed and does a happy dance, and Sue jumps off and joins him as we fade to Linda at the Rod Laver Arena.

“One down, three to go.” Says Linda. She is sitting in the Amazons locker room, and has showered and changed from her blue ring gear to now a red kit.

“La Famiglia, you tried valiantly, well, you didn’t really, did you?” asks Linda, with a smile to the camera. “Really, you had no right even making the cut, with great teams like Satan’s Disciples on the bench waiting, did you?”

“Off with you! Off with the likes of Kira.” Linda shakes her head in dismay. “These guys are all the same, come in here with all the fan fare, all the hype, then, deliver absolutely nothing! It takes more than an inflated reputation to make it here in SWAT! Just ask Bloody Zen Romance.” Linda winks to the camera. “The offer is still on the table to come and join our Amazons Division Fox. Anytime. Anywhere.”

“You know who else is about to find out what it takes to make it here in SWAT?” Linda asks. “Hayden Callahan. That’s WHO!” Linda stares intently. “He actually showed a modicum of promise on his arrival, is that better or worse than the Kira’s of the world? I honestly don’t know. Either way, a flake is a flake is a flake.”

“Caffrey is the one I feel for in this.” Linda smiles sincerely. “This man just won the fight of his life for the X Crown, taking it from the evil clutches of the snake Zoran Sainovic, which I unabashedly watched on with glee as it unfolded. He is the one who really feels the brunt of these non participants. If we were back in the USA, these kids would probably be given a ribbon for participating, even though they really haven’t, but here in SWAT, what they get is a good old fashioned ASS KICKING! Compliments of the SWAT CLASSIC! Radu Matei and Lucky Linda La Fey!”

“So Caffrey. It will be an honor to step in the ring with the new King of the XHF! I look forward to it, and to one day going at it one on one with you, maybe even for them belts, I’m free next show if you are?” Linda does the phone to the ear hand thingy. “Call me.”

“After that, it’s the KGB or Team Fairtex. I see that Tong and Phantam got the Soutter treatment and are now out on their keisters also, maybe not in the hospital like Paul, not yet at least. Well, if you lie down with dogs, you get fleas as my old grammy used to say. So, cry yourself a river Fairtexes, you reap what you sew, and whoever progresses from you two, reaps a semi final meeting with The Unbreakable One and the Lucky One.”

“First things first though, and that’s Caffrey, so Caffrey, you got to ask yourself a question. Do you have what it takes to beat Radu and myself with a hand tied behind your back? That being a dead weight partner like Callahan? Remember one thing, you selected and agreed to team with him. I watched you threaten him ten ways from Sunday when you both formed the team, he probably said to himself right there and then forget this guy, in which case, this is all of your own doing, even if you have turned the new leaf. So, ask yourself Caffrey, do you feel lucky? Well? Do ya? PUNK!”

[bloodiedfox]

We fade up to Warren Webber in the interview area with a tired looking Bloodied Fox and Brendan Harding.

I'm joined now by Bloody Zen Romance, who have just been eliminated from the Anzac Cup by K-JAX and Lunchbox Larry. Gentlemen, your thoughts on what many are calling the biggest upset of the first round?

My thoughts? Warren, my thoughts are that I fucked up. I got so wrapped up in how pissed off I am at guys like Team Fairtex, Zoran Sainovic and Anthony Caffrey that I underestimated SWAT as a whole and our opponents tonight in particular. I got cocky, and we paid the price.

Fox turns to address the camera directly.

K-JAX, Larry, my congratulations. The better team won tonight. We'll see you again down the road; now go on and win that cup, because if you beat us only to fall to Lord Dominicus of all people, I'll be really pissed off.

He glances over to Brendan to see if he has anything to add.

SWAT, Melbourne, it's been emotional. Peace, we out!

He ruffles Fox's hair playfully, then puts his arm around his shoulder as they head off. See you next year!

[SWAT Team]

[“Runnin' Across the Tracks” by Billy Talent plays and the crowd bustle with intrigue. Before long Travis Monroe and Wellington Dunne step through the curtain and take a moment to soak in the audience.]

Jeremy Tucker: Up next it's our final first round match pitting El Combatiente and Lord Dominicus against the Saga.

Andrew Fulton: There's so much new talent on show here at the Anzac Cup it's incredible.

Jeremy Tucker: Let's see what these guys have to offer.

[Wellington Dunne and Travis Monroe walk down the ramp and soon roll into the ring.]

Frank Salazar: Ladies and gentlemen this following first round match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, Wellington Dunne and Travis Monroe... they are THE SAGA!!!

Jeremy Tucker: The Saga come in from XHF alongside some other top talent, can they make their mark here as well?

[The opening of the Game’s “One Blood” hits the pa system and El Combatiente follows his manager Javier onto the stage, alongside Lord Dominicus. They look around soaking up there surroundings until El Combatiente breaks into a full sprint for the ring and slides in, Lord Dominicus follows somewhat slower. Javier slowly walks to ringside and takes his position at ringside.]

Frank Salazar: “And their opponents... being accompanied to the ring by Javier Nunez... Lord Dominicus and El Combatiente!!!”

[The ref calls for the opening bell and El Combatiente and Wellington Dunne circle each other.]

Jeremy Tucker: El Combatiente and Dunne starting things off... collar and elbow tie, into a side headlock by Dunne. Countered into a hammerlock by El Combatiente.

Andrew Fulton: Dunne then counters into a hammerlock of his own!

[Monroe tweaks up on the arm, causing a groan from El Combatiente. El Combatiente then counters again by snapmaring Wellington Dunne over!]

Jeremy Tucker: Kick to the back of the head by El Combatiente! Did you hear that?!

[Dunne rolls around holding the back of his head. El Combatiente drags him up and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip.]

Jeremy Tucker: Dunne counters the irish whip, nice back body drop!

Andrew Fulton: What impact!

[El Combatiente rolls around arching his back off the canvas. Wellington Dunne goes for an elbow drop but El Combatiente moves.]

Jeremy Tucker: Ohh and Dunne hits the canvas.

Referee Jack Fox: 1... (Dunne kicks out)

Jeremy Tucker: El Combatiente trying the quick pin there. He tags in Lord Dominicus.

[Lord Dominicus roars in with a clothesline, taking down Wellington Dunne. Dunne pops back up and gets taken out by another clothesline, then a third!]

Andrew Fulton: Dominicus coming into his match on fire!

Jeremy Tucker: Lord Dominicus pulls Wellington Dunne back to his feet but the Saga man cuts him off with a right hand, and another, Wellington Dunne really firing up now, forcing Lord Dominicus into a corner with these vicious rights and lefts!

[Wellington Dunne takes Lord Dominicus out of the corner with a hip toss and applies a sleeper hold.]

Jeremy Tucker: Sleeper hold applied. Can this be the move that wins the match for the Saga?

Andrew Fulton: Wellington has that sleeper on tight. Could be night-night time.

Jeremy Tucker: El Combatiente and Lord Dominicus want to get this win here for SWAT and move on in this Anzac Cup.

Andrew Fulton: It would be nice of them to beat the invaders.

Jeremy Tucker: But The Saga are in the driving seat right now. Lord Dominicus starting to battle back to his feet though.

[Lord Dominicus works to his feet and turns into the pressure, elbowing Wellington Dunne in the midsection.]

Jeremy Tucker: Lord Dominicus comes off the ropes but caught with a drop toe hold!

[Dunne tags in Monroe who gets right to work stomping all over Lord Dominicus.]

Jeremy Tucker: Here comes Travis Monroe! He's unrelenting in his attack, trying to get the advantage over Lord Dominicus while he can.

Andrew Fulton: Monroe with a back suplex!

Jeremy Tucker: What impact. He hooks the leg here.

Referee Jack Fox: 1... (Lord Dominicus kicks out)

Jeremy Tucker: Travis Monroe stalks Lord Dominicus, waiting for him to get back to his feet for another impact move.

Andrew Fulton: Lord Dominicus blocks the suplex though, he's not going down easy.

Jeremy Tucker: Lord Dominicus elbows out, and tags back in El Combatiente!

[ El Combatiente comes firing in with a cross body taking down Travis Monroe.]

Referee Jack Fox: 1... 2... (Monroe kicks out)

Jeremy Tucker: El Combatiente comes off the ropes with a springboard leg lariat! What a move!!

[Travis Monroe hits the canvas and his head bounces off it. El Combatiente pulls him up to his feet and goes for an irish whip. Travis Monroe counters and crushes El Combatiente with a spinebuster.]

Jeremy Tucker: Oh and what a move! Monroe completely cutting off El Combatiente there!

Andrew Fulton: Monroe follows it up with a DDT!

Referee Jack Fox: 1... 2... ( El Combatiente kicks out)

Jeremy Tucker: Travis tags Wellington Dunne back in, Dune whips El Combatiente to the ropes, and the Saga hit a double team flapjack!

[Lord Dominicus comes charging in but Travis Monroe pulls down the top rope and bundles him over it. He follows him out of the ring.]

Jeremy Tucker: This one is now spilling to the outside with El Combatiente and Wellington Dunne battling inside the ring and Travis Monroe and Lord Dominicus going at it outside the ring.

Andrew Fulton: Monroe rams Lord Dominicus's head onto the steel ring post!

Jeremy Tucker: Meanwhile Wellington Dunne hooks up El Combatiente for a vertical suplex, but El Combatiente lands on his feet! The crowd love it.

[Travis Monroe whips Lord Dominicus into the steel ring steps and his body bundles over them causing them to crash everywhere.]

Andrew Fulton: Wow Travis Monroe is really taking it to Lord Dominicus out there.

Jeremy Tucker: Meanwhile El Combatiente nails an enziguri!

Referee Jack Fox: 1... 2... (Wellington Dunne kicks out)

[El Combatiente brings Dunne back up, Dunne lifts a knee into his midsection and rams him shoulder first through the ropes into the turnbuckle.]

Jeremy Tucker: Oohhh did you hear that?!

Andrew Fulton: That's got to have moved something out of place.

Jeremy Tucker: Wellington Dunne crushes El Combatiente with a brainbuster!!

Andrew Fulton: This could be it!!

Referee Jack Fox: 1... 2... thr( El Combatiente kicks out)

Jeremy Tucker: No! It's not over yet.

Andrew Fulton: What a showing by the Saga though, they're in a great position here.

Jeremy Tucker: Dunne tags Monroe back in. Monroe drops El Combatiente with a facebuster!

Referee Jack Fox: 1... 2.. thr( El Combatiente kicks out)

[ El Combatiente starts to fire back to the delight of the crowd. He begins trading right hands with Travis Monroe until he starts to get the upper hand!]

Jeremy Tucker: El Combatiente firing back to life! He springboards off the ropes, but is caught by a huge powerslam from Travis Monroe!!

[Travis Monroe calls for the end and picks up El Combatiente to position him onto the top rope. Meanwhile, Lord Dominicus still on the outside grabs Wellington Dunne's legs and pulls him off the apron.]

Jeremy Tucker: Lord Dominicus has taken out Wellington Dunne but look out- Travis Monroe going for the supler plex!!

[Javier Nunez screams at the referee about the fight taking place on the outside of the ring. When the ref's back is turned, Nunez pulls out Travis Monroe's feet, crotching him on the top turnbuckle.]

Jeremy Tucker: Uh oh, Monroe is a sitting duck! Javier Nunez interfering again!!

Andrew Fulton: El Combatiente comes off with a 630!!!

Referee Jack Fox: 1... 2... 3!!!

Jeremy Tucker: They've done it – thanks to the manager by all means, but Lord Dominicus and El Combatiente are through to the next round!

Frank Salazar: “Here are your winners and through to the second round... LORD DOMINICUS AND EL COMBATIENTE!!!”

[The Game’s “One Blood” plays again and the crowd are giving a mixed reaction, but Nunez collects both his men and leads them back up the ramp, leaving the Saga to argue with the ref.]

Jeremy Tucker: The Saga had taken control of this match, but thanks to Javier Nunez, they're out of the Anzac Cup.