Anzac Cup 2020 : Show

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome back folks, and here we are at the 2nd round. Lets take at look at the brackets shall we.



Andrew Fulton: It's Round 2 baby… let's keep this rolling.

Jeremy Tucker: Its been an interesting night already as the KGB round one matches brought on some changes… well let's face it who really knows what is going on at this point.

Frank Salazar : Representing the KGB. Hailing from The Jersey Shore, New Jersey, coming in at 5’11 and 135 pounds ... The Jersey Devil Diva, The Godfather, Don Canelli ... JOANNE CANELLI!!!! And her partner ... hailing from Boulder, Colorado. Coming in at 6’2 and 225 pounds ... The Cold Hearted Bastard .... FROSTBITE!!!

[The new KGB theme and entrance video hits the SWAT Tron and Frostbite and Joanne Canelli make their way out onto the entrance, they stop in the centre and do a double pose. Then, James Fierce comes out behind them, they all then do a group pose and make their way to the ring.]

Jeremy Tucker: This new entrance video is real impressive, i must admit and well the updated KGB team looks confident that they will be moving along.

Andrew Fulton: Well if you're not confident in yourself then you don’t belong in the ring.

[Peel Their Caps Back by Ice T hits and Tong and Phantom Fairtex make their way onto the ramp way. They are both wearing Team Fairtex singlets and psyching each other up, they high five the fans and do a few poses riling them up and then go over some last minute plans ]

Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from Bangkok, Thailand. Coming in at combined weight of 470 pounds ....TONG AND PHANTAM FAIRTEX!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Tong and Phantom Fairtex look like they are out for blood in this match.

Andrew Fulton: I love when they give the weight… we all know who the heaviest Team is in SWAT but today the egos around here in SWAT are all huge.

Jeremy Tucker: Well that is just great…. Back to the action, both teams are in the ring and they are eyeing each other up. The referee calls for the bell and this first match of Round 2 is underway.

Jeremy Tucker: The 6ft tall Phantam Fairtex is going to start for his team Fairtex and Frostbite is going to start for his team the slightly taller all-around wrestler.

Andrew Fulton: These two are just looking at each other let's get this one already.

Jeremy Tucker: The two men move in closer and they lock up. Both men want to show their strength so they are trying to push each other into a corner. Phantam quickly hooks the leg and both men go down. Phantam is on top and quickly tries to grab an armbar but Frostbite is going to have no part of that.

Andrew Fulton: Frostbite rolls out of the way and is back up, he was like ‘not today’.

Jeremy Tucker: Phantam quickly goes back on the attack but this time he gets a boot to the midsection as he approaches Frostbite. Phantam is bent over Frostbite goes for a kick to Phantam’s face but it's blocked and Phantam actually chops the top of the knee with a quick blow. Frostbite is down and Phantam quickly drops two axe handle blows to the same knee.

Andrew Fulton: Hard to wrestle when you can’t walk.

Jeremy Tucker: Years of wrestling can be a huge advantage but it also has side effects, Frostbite’s body has seen some injuries over the years.

Andrew Fulton: Phantam makes the tag to his partner but goes right back on the attack. Frostbite was looking at Tong but Phantam chop blocks the knee and sends Frostbite back to the ground. Tong rolls in quickly and starts putting pressure on the knee.

Jeremy Tucker: Tong quickly starts putting pressure on the knee. He takes his leg and is bending it. Frostbite, however, kicks outs and sends Tong to the ropes. Frostbite is up and going for a tag.

Andrew Fulton: But Tong has different plans and cuts off the corner. The two are locked back up Frostbite is sent to the Team Fairtex corner.

Jeremy Tucker: Phantam is holding Frostbite in the corner as Tong charges in and collides with Frostbite. A quick tag and Phantam is now back in the ring. Frostbite is fighting his way out of the corner when his knee gives out and stops him from being able to make it to his corner.

Andrew Fulton: Joanne is calling for her partner to make it.

Jeremy Tucker: Phantam and Frostbite are locked up once more. You can see Frostbite is trying to keep his weight on his good leg. Frostbite delivers a headbutt to Phantam’s face and quickly rolls himself into the corner to make the tag. Phantam makes a tag of his own and Tong and Joanne are the two legal people in the ring.

Andrew Fulton: Tong just got a wake-up call from Joanne with that low blow…that hurt me just watching it.

Jeremy Tucker: Tong is back up but he looks angry.

Andrew Fulton: Angry… he just got his junk tucked back in, I hear they call that kind of a low blow a Bruce Jenner.

Jeremy Tucker: I am not going to even acknowledge that, Joanne is back on the attack, and this time she gives her testicular claw and the referee is warning her and counting.

Andrew Fulton: Tong reached and hits her in the crotch area. I wonder if he thought she had a penis like half of the women in Tong country.

Jeremy Tucker: What makes you think that they are full of chicks with you know…

Andrew Fulton: No its dudes with Tits… those are not ladies. I saw the second hangover movie.

Jeremy Tucker: Joanne Canelli breaks the hold as the ref is about to throw this match out. Tong is back to his feet and he sends Joanne back to her own corner and he quickly tags in his partner. Phantam is in the ring and he sends Joanne crashing into the referee.

Jeremy Tucker: The Referee is down… and look who is on their way to the ring. Roxylishus and Timeless make their way to the ring, oxylishus jumps on the apron calling the ref over and Timeless quickly grabs Tong and pull him off the apron and sends him flying into the steps. Frostbite enters the ring and he and Joanne are double-teaming Phantam. They powerbomb him out of the ring together and Joanne quickly rolls out and grabs him.

Andrew Fulton: Looks like Timeless has hooked a chain around Tongs neck and hooked it under the ring. He won't be getting back in the match.

Jeremy Tucker: The referee is starting to come around as Roxylishus and Timeless climb into the crowd and find a place to hide. Joanne sends Phantam back on the apron. Frostbite from his corner drops his good leg on the throat of Phantam. Joanne pulls him back up and she tosses him into the ropes. Phantam bounces off the ropes and is meet with the kiss of the ring.

Andrew Fulton: Down goes Phantam.

Jeremy Tucker: WIth the help of the KGB and some brass knuckles this doesn't look good for Team Fairtex. Joanne goes for the cover.

………..1

…………….2
……………………. Last second kick out.

Jeremy Tucker: I am not sure how he kicked out. Joanne is screaming at the ref. Frostbite is yelling at her to go for the cover. Phantam looks to his corner and sees his partner is missing. Joanne delivers dirt off your shoulders (Five Knuckle Shuffle) and drops back down for the cover.

………….1

………………...2

…………………...3!!!!

Andrew Fulton: Frostbite and Joanne Canelli win this round 2 matchup today. Team Fairtex sees their time in the KGB truly had come to an end.

Jeremy Tucker: Hopefully Frostbite’s Knee will recover enough for later tonight.

Andrew Fulton: He is tough as nails and walking ok to the back I am sure he will be fine.

Frank Salazar: Your winners are the KGB!!! JOANNE CANELLI!!!! And her partner ...FROSTBITE!!!

[edwarddubin0604]

(The show returns to show Team Fairtex sitting in the interview room with dark shades sitting behind the table holding micorphones. The Hired Killers stand behind them their arms folded as cameras click and reporters anxiously talk amongst themselves.)

Tong fairtex: "So who wants to be the irst to ask questions."

Reporter No.1: "You just lost to a fellow KGB team. What's your reaction."

(Team Fairtex just smirks.)

Tong Fairtex: "How do we feel? How do we feel? I'll tell yu how we feel. In fact I'll be glad to tell you how we feel. We feel liberated and free to do whatever we want with no one telling us what to do."

Phantam Fairtex: "It's like we said nobody tells us what to do and we always live by our own set of rules and not anybody else's."

Reporter No.2: "The KGB vowed that you were going to be humiliated and be crying like babies when you lose....."

(Team Fairtex holds their hands up as The Hired Killers and Team Fairtex remove their dark shades their expressions stone cold.)

Tong Fairtex: "You see these eyes. Do these eyes look like we're crying like baby brats who couldn't get what we want."

Reporter No.2: "No."

Tong Fairtex: "Then that's your answer. You see unlike those pieces of shit from AWF, who lost in the first round to SWAT tag teams we might add. We get back up and dust ourselves off and we continue to fight and we continue to go to our next match and our next match etc."

Phantam Fairtex: "Unlike the Krybaby GOO GOO Babies who if they lose will blame everyone but themselves or if they win will interfere in the match like the no talents they are."

Reporter No.3: "Yet Bloodied Zen Romance said you were the blame for their loss."

Tong Fairtex: "Oh they did?"

Reporter No.3: "They blamed you because of your comments."

Tong fairtex: "Oh yeah."

Reporter No.3: "They did."

Tong fairtex: "You know what our father always said about that. Don't ask or answer that because we'll do it for you. Our father, The Shootfighter, always told us if someone says something about us always say it your face. Yeah Bloodied Zen Romance had no guts to say what they said to our faces. You know what they say blame everyone but yourself. I heard they blamed The Dark Stars and The Dark Novas whoever they are when they lost their XHF Global Tag Team Titles to Dos Angeles. Then they lose in the first round to a young newly formed team K-Jax and Lunchbox Larry and by the way you two earned our totla respect by defeating those two AWF assholes. Keep making the impact and stay focused on winning the cup and keeping it in SWAT hands."

Phantam Fairtex: "Speaking of whom congrats to Masked Bois for showing Saga how much of a bunch of losers they were. We heard Sniper mocking his opponent who just happened to have helped us last year before he went to AWF. Yeah good showing at the XHF Rumble but you lost just like you lost in the first round of SWAT's Anzac Cup. Yeah good showing AWF's version of The Forgotten Sons. Masked Bois you definitely earned our respect as well."

Tong Fairtex: "Now back to Bloodied Zen Romance's whining and crying about their loss. They were on a losing streak long before the Rumble and this tournament. If the LGBTKO was still one unit they could have won and retained their tag titles but they didn't. The same in the Anzac Tournament which shows they can't losing like real men or whatever category they are.
Yeah we lost to KGB and we're taking it like real men and not like those losers."

Phantam Fairtex: "That's the truth and we're sticking by it."

Reporter No.4: "Do you think that Psychotic Goth's curse was the blame for your bad luck."

Tong Fairtex: "You still harping on that stupid curse he placed on us. Look he made his point that we made the mistake in turning against him and we admit he was the better man when it came to warning us. At least we're man enough to admit our mistake and if he is hearing us and I know he is we apologize."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah we made a mistake and we truly mean it from the bottom of our hearts. So goes our post match interview and to everyone who's still in this tournament good luck except if you're The Stylistics and KGB. You guys I wish the worst luck and hope you embarrass yourselves in this tournament."

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

(The scene fades to ringsiders roaring and chanting Team Fairtex and The Hored Killers.)

[anthonycaffrey]

There is a loud knocking coming from the outside of the room the cameraman is filming in. It impossible to hear or see anything else as the room is pitch black. A man shouts from outside the door.

“You’re on in 10, Caff!”

We can hear a loud groaning noise coming from the X-Crown champion. It just barely sounds like words because of how heavily slurred they are..

“Five more minutes Mom…”

The first thing we see is the light coming from Caffrey’s Pixel as he swipes something, but the phone has been placed on the floor. When a beam of light shoots up from the back of the phone, it becomes clear that the X-Crown champion has been laying on a couch and taking a desperately needed nap. He rubs his eyes as he sits up, then jumps back in his seat as he notices the cameraman who’s been filming him, perhaps for this entire napping session.

“Jesus Christ!”

Caffrey throws his pillow at the camera. It connects and then falls to the ground. Caffrey begins to come to his senses.

“I don’t know who the hell told you I was sleeping back here, but no, that’s not okay. Not okay.”

He shakes his head and sighs as he reaches down for something. A few moments later, Caffrey has reequipped his glasses and the X-Crown itself. He makes sure the fit is comfortable and places something small in between his mouth and the mask to avoid his glasses being fogged up.

“Lots of things aren’t okay, but I didn’t win this thing by bitching about my problems.”

Caffrey cracks his neck as the whole crowd knows he’s talking about his… partnership?... with Hayden Callahan. Their last match was exclusively Caffrey either getting his ass kicked by the ladies of SKY Force or kicking their asses, with very little help or intervention from Callahan. Caffrey lets out a long sigh, running his hands through his hair. He knows damn well what’s still to come, and does his best to procrastinate getting to the truth.

“This shit’s getting long…”

He laughs to himself as he looks into the camera.

“Less than 48 hours ago, I’m standing on a boat watching fireworks with a token representing the biggest prize in our sport in my hands. Fast forward to now, when the women of J-Rok just got done putting my body through the meat grinder in an act of petty revenge while… well, we all know what happened. It’s not really worth my time to explain. I got the job done, and if there’s one thing that fucking matters tonight, it’s getting the job done.”

Caffrey spits on the floor. He pulls himself up, doing some arm stretches. He smacks his elbow a few times, warming up in case he needs to dome someone else with the Closing Remarks tonight.

“Why do I always seem to run into ex-coma patients? First Michael Storm, now Matei…”

He smirks.

“I’ve never been in a coma before. I couldn’t tell you what that’s like. But when Radu Matei must’ve gone to sleep, he was in a world without Anthony Caffrey. Granted, I existed, but I don’t think Matei was worried about a guy who hadn’t even set foot in his company yet. Can you imagine that conversation when he was awake and finally started asking about this place? ‘By the way, there’s this Caffrey guy you should check out…’”

A tired and exhausted Caffrey seems to be left to ramble away his thoughts. Every one of his movements is slower as he reaches down to touch his toes and try to get the blood flowing again.

“‘Lucky’ Linda… a challenging opponent by every stretch of the imagination. One of those wrestlers that makes separating the women and men look absolutely foolish. I’ve seen your big wins, Linda. I can tell you right now that your Call to Arms team isn’t happening unless you grab some more of the women around here --- hose women who hate that you’ve run through and destroyed most of them -- and use them to fill out your squad. You have more determination than any woman I’ve seen around here, and over 90% of the men. In fact, I haven’t wrestled a woman of your skill level in about four or five years, and it’s a damn shame that it’s in the middle of the Anzac Cup and not the finals. Your partner has voiced the same sentiment, and I’m glad that three of the best wrestlers in this company today can recognize what should have been a moment… and instead will be treated as just another blip on the radar tonight. I see you. I see your requests, I see your suggestion of us meeting head-to-head in a future contest… Linda, dear… if everyone who wanted a piece of me was just allowed to take one, there’d be nothing left for them to fight.”

Caffrey cocks a half smile towards the camera.

“Matei… I might not have everything left to give. I’m running on fumes and about to chug a mocha frappuchino before I get out there tonight. But you can be damn sure that the Sixty MInute Man is walking into this match knowing that -- in a way -- you’re about to be the cause of all of my problems. This whole Zoran thing? His great rise to power? It’s your cross that now I have to bear. You didn’t get the job done, and now… now we have to deal with that evil bastard running the whole damn company and pushing paperwork and grueling, brutal stipulations on us because you couldn’t score a three count. You let everyone down. Now, I’m an adult… I’ve made my own decisions and chosen my own path, but I am very aware that the road less traveled I’m going down is a road through hell because of Zoran, and that road -- in one way or another -- was formed by you getting paved over.”

He swings a door open. He has to shield his eyes for a few moments to deal with the blinding brightness but soon adjusts enough to step back out into the light. He begins his walk towards the entranceway as a technician passes him his coffee. Caffrey gives him a salute and keeps going, sucking down the coffee through its iconic green straw like a man on a mission.

“I hear he’s in the buiilding, too. I don’t wanna know what that fucker has in store but it can’t end well.”

Caffrey shudders and it’s hard to tell if it’s from the thought or the brain freeze. Caffrey grabs at his head for a few seconds before looking at the camera.

“What can I say? It’s delicious. Just because it doesn’t look traditional, doesn’t mean it isn’t damn good.”

Caffrey’s already consumed half of his beverage. He resumes his thoughts on his opponents.

“We can talk about all of your successes and all of mine. All of Linda’s, and… my par- we can talk about our three accomplishments until the cows come home, but it really doesn’t matter tonight. I don’t want either of you to feel bad for me. I am not one to be pitied. There’s thousands of people out in the world out there who are sick and or unemployed right now, they deserve your sympathy and empathy a lot more than little ol’ me. I’ll be fine. In fact, I’ll be more than fine.”

Caffrey trashes his drink and goes back to the stretches as he gets closer to the curtain.

“Linda, there is no ‘after that’ tonight for you and Matei. That type of thinking is what gets you sent home on your ass. And as much as I oh, so so badly want to go home… I didn’t postpone finally going home to get knocked out in the second round. As long as Callahan as a pulse, I have a chance tonight. I’ve told the story many times that I fought for a pair of championships with a mop… granted, I had to eat the mop when all was said and done… but as much as I can’t seem to stand a man that is looking more like fool’s gold than the 24 karat kind… he certainly ain’t a damn mop.”

He winks at the camera.

“You asked me, Linda… do I feel lucky? Which, first off -- Dirty Harry called, and he wants his goddamn catchphrase back…”

Caffrey laughs before getting real serious real quick.

“...but I don’t feel lucky. I’ve NEVER felt lucky. I've worked for every damn thing I have. You can make fun of the United States and participation trophies but the true American Dream is working as hard as you can until you become what you've always wanted to be. You can say that entering at forty two makes me luckier than forty one other guys who had to enter the Rumble before me, but I was goddamn determined to last to the end if I was first or fifty-ninth. No one describes what I do as luck, and you should be fucking insulted that’s your nickname because you are way more than capable in that ring. I will tell you what I do feel. I feel pressure. I feel the need to succeed at every fucking level imaginable right now, something I never felt before… yes, I’ve been stressed out before big matches before, but I didn’t have tens of thousands of people counting on me. Before, the only one I answered to was Anthony Caffrey, and now I’ve got people from all around the world in the Caffrey Corner. Those people screamed for Anthony Caffrey earlier tonight, and as I try to score another win tonight, I’m gonna scream back for them. And unlike your tag team partner, I don’t plan on letting anyone down.”

The last thing we see is Caffrey showcasing his showman smile as he waits for his entrance.

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Anzac Cup #1 - "Lost In The Heat."

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April 26th | The XHF Barge, International Waters.

“Welp, that ended not too great for me.” is what we hear as the opening camera shot begins on the XHF Barge, the fireworks are set off, the show has come to an end and everyone has been excited over the result of the night, Anthony Caffrey becoming XHF X*Crown Champion after all the fighting he’s gone through to get it. One man watches with a frown on his face after being thrown out so easily, that man being Hayden Callahan. Though he does watch from a distance, he still tries his best to show moral support to his Anzac Cup tag team partner on his monumental win. As Anthony Caffrey looks out to where Hayden is sitting, he stands up to make sure he grabs his partner's attention in which it does as Caffrey smiles at Hayden before turning away. "The perfect picture has been made, although it's not the exact perfect picture I would have admired it to be, I am very much happy for Anthony. I knew one of us were going to be walking out with the X*Crown Championship, it was just destined. So to you, Anthony, congratulations. If anyone, other than me, deserved this win... It's you." Hayden bows his head down, letting out a deep sigh before turning his back on the ring and taking his seat where he was once seated. That's the last shot we see from the barge, Hayden sitting in the foreground with his head lowered and in the background, the Philadelphia colors shining bright all around the barge before the scene quickly fades to black.

April 27th | South London, England.

After a long and exhausting flight back to South London, back to home for Hayden, he walks into his penthouse home in Canary Wharf to no Aubrey, to no Danielle, to nobody to greet. Hayden feels the change in the atmosphere in his own home, something he's never felt since he moved into the place. Hayden walks into his bedroom, dropping his bags onto the bed and then heading back into the sitting room where he switches on the television, showing some Syndicate Wrestling and Tradition on The XHF Network. That's when he hears his front door open, he peeks around the corner to see Danielle walk into the room. Hayden looks puzzled by her ever so sudden appearance, but he isn't hesitant to wrap his arms around her for a hug, she wraps his arms around him as they embrace for a minute. "What are you doing here?" is what Hayden asks Danielle as they pull away from one another, Danielle can't help but to smile at Hayden. "I heard you were home, so I came to see you." she confidently replies to his question, leaning in and kissing Hayden on the cheek. "How did it go? Are you hurt? Are you safe-" Hayden interrupts her questions with his index finger leaning against her lips, smiling at Danielle uncontrollably. "I'm being too protective again, aren't I?" she asks Hayden as she moves his hand away from her lips. "Danielle, when are you never being overprotective?" asking a redundant question to Danielle, he moves out of her way and heads into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator, Hayden turns back to Danielle and asks "Do you want anything? A drink or something to eat?" Danielle shakes her head in refusal, Hayden shrugs his shoulders.

"So this Anthony Caffrey guy..." she says as Hayden walks back into the room, the television showing live footage of the Anzac Cup where Anthony Caffrey has arrived by helicopter, wrapped around his face is the new X*Crown after he threw Zoran's crown into the sea, a black cloth face mask with a golden "X" printed onto the material. Hayden looks at the screen, you can tell from his face that he isn't too much pleased with what he's seeing. "...that's your new friend, is it?" Danielle gives Hayden a sneaky backhanded comment, Hayden grabs the closest remote control near him and switches the television's screen off and just like the screen itself, we make a quick cut to black.

May 5th | Melbourne, Australia.

"A fluke? A joke? Dead weight? Is that what we've compared myself to?" is how we start this scene with a rhetorical question from Hayden Callahan. We find him backstage of the Anzac Cup after picking up a rather easy win over SKY Force, of course, Anthony Caffrey is seen in the background speaking to someone but the camera is out of focus of him. Hayden looks into the camera lens, then down the hallway to see Caffrey and then back to the camera lens, he reaches and smacks the cameraman's head, quite visible from the sudden camera shake. "Eyes on me, fucker. Not him. But I guess he's the talk of the town, the man everyone wants to see, the X*Crown Champion... I don't blame you for taking notice of him, everyone seems to do it. I guess those are the... cons... of being a tag team partner of the man's name etched into the top relevant prize in the XHF right now but I have to say to you, there are cons but there are also gains. The eyes are always on you, the spotlight is shared, the glory is in your name. Caffrey and Callahan, a team to watch out for in The Anzac Cup, right? Those are the pros to being partners with him." Callahan begins to chuckle to himself, more under his breath than before. Callahan takes a deep breath, turned more into a sigh at the end. "But I get it, when you didn't do a better job than you promised in The Rumble and when you lose to El Combatiente for your first loss... The jokes of dead weight and flukes are going to ring around, believe me, I've heard those names being shot directly at me so many times in my past. It's what drove me to be the man I am today, but they want to point out my failures here in SWAT and put those names with it, co-operate dead weight with a Rumble full of fifty to sixty people. I bet you one thing, neither of you could do that if you tried. Zoran couldn't, Timeless couldn't, and you think you could Linda? Do you think you could stand with that many and win like Caffrey did?"

"I would make millions if I put money on you not making it to the final ten if you tried. I would be rolling in more riches than I already have with your own failures, nobody's perfect, I can admit to that and so could Caffrey. Nobody's perfect, but if I call you or your partner dead weight... I'd be more on par with that than calling myself such names. But I guess you're lucky, Linda, I mean you're so lucky over one scratch card that it's in your blood!" Callahan scoffs, not heavily pleased with Lucky Linda's backstory and could see the flaws within it easily. "I mean, what makes you really lucky, Linda? Is it because you're irish you have this blind luck... or luck of the irish as it is called? To be real with you, Linda, it's not real. I know you might treat wins like your luck helped you out but that's all fairy tales you want to tell to make you look like some magical girl with all the luck in the world! Fairy tales aren't real, Linda, and neither is your luck. Quote me more Clint Eastwood, please do, it might make you look less sane than you already do with your luck helps me all the time side of you. AND... speaking of partners, where's yours, Linda? Has he decided to flake this one out? Has he decided to fluke this one? Is he going to be your own dead weight? Is he?" Callahan asks to the camera, raising an eyebrow as if the tables have now been turned on Linda. "Radu's taking the back seat, he's hoping you'd carry this to the finishing line within round two, awfully cocky for a team of SWAT Classics, and I was given the impression with a name like such that you're here to show the new boys and girls how the originals do things around here. As I said, Radu -- your tag partner -- is letting you take one for the team here, he's hopeful you're going to do something so lucky that it'll get you through to the Semi Finals but you're lost in the heat of it all, you're no match against myself nor Caffrey so why has he fed you to the wolves? Strange, isn't it?"

"So when this match does seem to happen, don't be the one who cries at the end because we told you so. I do feel lucky, I feel extra lucky, Linda. But the question really needs to be pointed into your direction right now because if Radu keeps up with it... You're going to be receiving some Closing Remarks or maybe, just maybe, this will all be a Lucid Dream to you." Callahan smirks to the camera and gives it a wink before ending the feed with... "How lucky do you feel now, bitch?"

End Scene.

[radu]

(Cold sweat.)

(Grey eyes spring open at the appearance of the odious siren.)

(A long sigh follows the revelation of a dressing room.  The horrible woman got into his head, and from the sounds of things - she is already ahead in the tournament.  Breaking her neck would be an honour to rival the Anzac Cup itself, but to get to that match?  SWAT Classic's strongest and weakest opponents lie in wait.  Doesn't look like he's going to have a chance to rest between rounds.  There is work to be done.  Has to refocus.  Cannot let Linda down.)

(Leaning forwards, Unbreakable M cues up a match on the SWAT network.  Shifting his weight causes Radu Matei to cringe, as muscles push against bruised ribs, the man can barely breathe.  He should probably be researching Anthony Caffrey - the main obstacle between Matei and rectifying his questionable Anzac record.  That boat sailed a long time ago.  Matei saw Caffrey decimate Frostbite.  Even if brain trauma has been en vogue since then, images of Caffrey's gloating are burned into Matei's mind, like so many shitty vampire slash fictions.  He has spent a year preparing for their inevitable conflict.  The only aspect of their upcoming encounter that comes as a surprise to Deathless is the fact that it is occurring in a tag team environment.  It is this setting, relying on another human being for victory, that drives Matei's current research.  Not how to be a better partner, but the motivation to push on no matter what the cost.)

(PLAY.)

"Jeremy Tucker: In the ring, the referee is checking Matei for weapons, and the champ is still pretty bruised up from that epic defense against Alex Turner. You have to wonder if he’s working at one hundred percent, and if that could be an advantage for La Fey.

Andrew Fulton: Well, she’s giving away close to a hundred pounds, so if I were her I’d take any advantage I could get."

(The screen shows the main event of Battleground #14 - The Beatdown in Blackpool.  The shared trauma that united the SWAT Classic.)

"Jeremy Tucker: And we’re off – Radu Matei condescendingly calling for a test of strength! Linda obliges AND the crowd eating it up!

Andrew Fulton: Well you have to admire her spiri-------

Jeremy Tucker: Matei shoving her off hard, nearly sends her back into the ropes. Definite size advantage for the champion, and he's calling for another test of strength. Thoughtful comments going into this betrayed by a dickish attitude, he's nothing if not a contradiction. BUT LINDA AGAIN ANSWERS HIS CALL - she is all heart!

Andrew Fulton: Well its too bad she's not an enlarged heart, because Matei just shoved her off hard - and if not for the ropes, she'd be out on the floor."

(This was during his dark days.  He had won the strap, but Lynn Brewster still walked the halls of SWAT proudly... and as long as that woman was strutting around, no one was safe.  That night in Blackpool, Matei was going to make an example of the Amazon that had dared to challenge his domination.  ...And when Linda actually showed determination?  When she stood up to his bullying tactics?  He was going to make her pay.)

"Jeremy Tucker: Matei is furious, but La Fey using her speed to charge in for some spinning headscissors!!! Matei again up quickly, and La Fey darting in for a second spinning headscissors-------------no!

Andrew Fulton: Her luck had to change. The champ putting the breaks on, stopping the spin in mid air, and grabbing La Fey by the hips brings her down for-----

Jeremy Tucker: JESUS CHRIST!!!

Andrew Fulton: Do we want to call that a Ganso Bomb?

Jeremy Tucker: I don't want to call it at all. Radu Matei just SPIKED Linda La Fey's head against the canvas, and all her weight, his weight... just right down on her neck That... she's spasming... that's the kind of move leads people to become quadriplegics.

Andrew Fulton: A real stinger."

(As bad as the nightmares are, watching this segment of the match causes Radu to close his eyes in shame.  An incredibly dangerous spot.  Should have ended Linda's career.  Feeling her legs after that?  It was a stroke of luck.  Not only did she manage to fight back from the stinger, but she almost took Matei to a time limit draw.  In one match she managed to show that Amazons had just as much right to the world title as any men, tearing down the gender barrier.  It was the match of the year for a reason.  They built a mutual respect based on the brutality they both endured.  Watching Linda's neck shift at a 90-degree angle still makes Matei question how the two could still be on speaking terms.)

"Andrew Fulton: How the hell did Linda La Fey KICKOUT?!

Jeremy Tucker: Well she has the ability to move her legs, which was in question, and is FANTASTIC NEWS!

Andrew Fulton: Sure its a great she isn't paralyzed, but she should just take the three count. He likes posturing as a reasonable person, but when the relief of not ending another person's mobility has sunk in, the champ is going to be pretty pissed at these near falls... and despite appearances, he is NOT a nice person."

(No.  No he isn't.)

(Even if it helped Linda's profile, The Beatdown in Blackpool took years off her in-ring career.  When the rage melted away, that was a bitter pill to swallow.  One of Radu's crosses to bare.  Tired eyes absorb the footage.  The Sacrificial Idol doesn't know where to begin to make this right, but feels that the Anzac Cup will be a nice start.  There are a lot of demons to exorcise tonight.)

(As the match gets uglier, Matei freezes the frame on a particularly nasty shot of him cranking back Linda's neck.  Another deep sigh.  Placing an ice pack against his ribs, Radu Matei focuses his blood shot gaze on the image.)

Radu Matei: Caffrey.  The rumble gave you a lot of momentum.  I dig it.  The amount of good will and positive energy pumping through you?  You should be right pick up the Anzac Cup to add to your impressive hoard of accolades.  You deserve it.  I feel like the selfish monster I used to be, taking you out at this early venture.  For the sake of my partner, I don't have a choice.

Partners.

See I believe strongly that the best thing for SWAT is an adrenaline shot to the Amazon division.

I also believe that a guy who tanks multiple matches shouldn't be taking up valuable space from wrestlers who will do right by the company.  Callahan?  I understand he is having problems at home, but his last battleground appearance he was really dragging his heels.  Your first round?  The effort he put in was disrespectful to Sky Force.  Now, I don't just take that personally because I am currently trying to promote female wrestling - no, this is the Anzac.  Callahan seems to think that just because he's paired up with the X*Crown champion, he doesn't have to put in any effort.

As the champion of SWAT... which you are Caffrey.  Does it make sense to use your superior abilities to assist lazy workers to prominent card placements?  It is worth contemplating.

Right now, nothing can be done about the situation, beyond me dropping Callahan on his neck.

Its not your fault you have a subpar partner.  You are relatively new to SWAT, introductions should have been made.  I wish I had been here sooner to suggest a Rajiv Khan or O-Z member that would have respected you enough, not to let you down. Sadly, I wasn't and you find yourself with Callahan.  See, despite having a marathon match just two short days ago, I know that you had what it took to win the Anzac Cup.  God knows you are more deserving than the Stylistics.

This is not where our epic encounter was suppose to start...

I know that down the line we'll have a singles contest where we can both give it our all.

Tonight?  The seeds for your Anzac exit have already been planted by your partner... and when I mow him down, that is no reflection on you.

Your amazing Rumble accomplishment...

Your singles domination...

Your ungodly momentum?

Still golden.

The only thing tonight proved was that you picked the wrong partner.  That could happen to anyone.

Happened to me last year.

Hell, look at the trash that Valentine continues to carry.

Callahan.  Tonight is your wake up call.

Caffrey.  Until we meet again, it will have been a pleasure.

(Nodding at the camera, Radu switches out his ice pack for another one, before turning back to the horrific image on the screen.  Pure agony.  And unlike the rest of the field, The Sacrificial Idol actually LIKES her.)

"Jeremy Tucker: The champion picking up that sack of filth, ready to add insult to Lucky Linda's injury.

Matei starts to untie the sack, but looking at Linda, suddenly ties it back up. Letting it fall next to him, he reaches down and grabs one of her hands, dragging her back up to her feet.

Jeremy Tucker: Wait, Matei forgoing his usual victory celebration, and actually helping Linda up - raises her arm in the air.

Andrew Fulton: Lucky Linda has earned his respect tonight, hell she came damn close to taking that strap."

(Partners.)

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Anzac Cup #2 - "The Sacrificial Lamb."

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May 6th | Melbourne, Australia.

The initial opening scene begins backstage of the Anzac Cup, the monitors are showing the ending to the first round two match between The KGB and Team Fairtex, that's when we cut to the locker room and we find Hayden Callahan and Anthony Caffrey watching the match closely. Anthony is dressed in his ring gear, awaiting for their call to the ring and in his hand, is the black cloth face mask that solely represents his X*Crown Championship. Hayden is seen half dressed in his ring gear, he's more focused on the screen than what Anthony is right now, he sits up and pulls up his wrestling tights before putting on a grey sweatpants over his tights, he rolls up the legs and pulls his wrestling boots closer to him, not batting an eye off of the screen in front of him. Anthony glances over and begins to speak, "Is that really how you prepare for a match -- in grey sweatpants?" Hayden looks over at him, making eye contact, and nods without speaking a word before looking back at the screen. "How much hope do you have with this Anzac Cup? I know you were late arriving here and you might be a bit jet-lagged, I do apologize for not bringing you, Aubrey and Danielle here sooner in the helicopter or in some private jet for you-" He's cut off by Hayden quickly getting up to his feet, glancing over at Anthony but then his facial expression gives off a smirk, cutting any tension there was within the room. "I assure you, there are no hard feelings. I just hoped you'd let me know the dates were going to somewhat overlap with The Rumble, I spent quite a while in that match and it took it's toll." Hayden opens up his jacket and shows some of the welts on his back from the hard fall he took going over the ropes and hitting the floor, he then shows some more on his chest but they seem more faded than the ones on his back. "I get you were doing your best for me, and I'm glad you got to win the match if it didn't turn out to be me." Hayden, unusually, smiles at Anthony and brings his hand out for it to be shaken by his partner. Anthony seems rather confused over the gesture, not really sure what to do. He was expecting some heat to be released by his partner, not a handshake. "Let's just cut any ties of hatred and move onto this match against these SWAT dickheads. We need this win and I know for a fucking fact, we're going to get this win... not only over SWAT Classic but over everyone, and they'll all scowl when they see us holding the trophy over our heads at the end of it all." Hayden eyes down to his hand for Caffrey, still holding it out to be shaken. Anthony looks down at his hand, seeing the black cloth and the golden "X" etched into it and with his free hand, he shakes Hayden's hand. "As much as Linda or any one else may think, I am no fluke, nor am I some dead weight to this team. I focus solely on winning, as I could expect to see from someone like you, Anthony. I can't make any more promises that we're going to walk out of this victorious, but if we do, we're going all the way to that trophy in our hands. I can assure you of that." 

"Winning isn't what I'm chasing for -- well, it is but that's not the point. I'm only doing this to put my trust into someone again, something I've not done since this time last year, and that didn't end well... for him," Anthony goes silent for a second as he thinks back to his previous team -- or even stable for the matter, The Arrogant and Violent Assholes. He shakes it off and his smile comes back to life. "If we do win this thing, I do owe you one. I know I can't do this by myself, and I'll be very much glad that I have someone like you as a partner." Anthony takes a few steps to the locker room door, looking back at the television screen in the room and hears "Your winners are the KGB!!! JOANNE CANELLI!!!! And her partner ...FROSTBITE!!!" This makes Anthony look over at Hayden and nods to him, keeping that same smile on his face. "I'll see you in Gorilla, don't keep me waiting." Anthony says jokingly as he chuckles his way out the door and out of the locker room, leaving Hayden by himself. When you're left in a room by yourself, your mind comes and overthinks, and that's exactly what happens to Hayden right now. He feels... off... about something but he's not even sure what it could be, Hayden takes a seat and begins to unlace his boots before beginning to empty his train of thoughts.

"Is this really what we're fighting for? The sake of having trust for someone after one lousy bad experience... is that what we're fighting for? I mean you do state that you are in it to win it, but are you really? Are you really in it to win it or are you saying that to make me think you are? I know I am, I know I'm in this for the long run, but if you're willing to sleep on this then we might not end up the victors. That's not what I am about, Anthony, that's not what I care for. I care about winning, it's what I've always cared about. I don't care for trust, or hope, I do what needs to be done because I know I can get the job done... as should you, Anthony." Hayden tuts, shaking his head in disapproval. Hayden slips his foot into his right boot, beginning to tie it all the way up. "For someone that holds the X*Crown... mask... I shouldn't be expecting you to say ifs or winning isn't what I chase because if I'm aware, that's not what I first knew you as. When I first laid eyes on Anthony Caffrey, he was someone who took no fucking names or took no shit for granted. He had the same goal as mine, he was in it for the name to be etched in greatness, etched in history books for everyone to see... He sure wasn't this man who had doubts, he wasn't someone who cared for how hard he worked his ass off to get where he is, he was someone who'd let you know he was The Man and you would know it by how he talked." Hayden exclaims as he finishes tying his boot up, checking if he tied it up tight enough and he did. Hayden then unties his left boot, and slips his foot into it. "If you wanted my trust, you treat me the same as I would treat you, Anthony. It's like the old saying, you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours, that's how teams work, Anthony. I'm sure you'd know this since you're a former Tag Team Champion, right? Let's not bring up the mop, for your own sake and embarrassment, Anthony. The point I'm trying to make is that if you're going to gain trust in me, I need to gain trust in you and to be rather honest, I don't really have that much in you, not after The Rumble anyway. We could have been on top of the world, we could have made it to the end together if only you could fucking help me and guess what... you didn't. I could have been standing here as champion if only you helped me, and don't give me this any man for themselves bullshit, because I helped you and I never got the favor returned." Hayden finishes up tying his left boot on, checking to see if it's tight enough and once again -- just like his right, it is. Hayden reaches over to his gear bag, pulling out a roll of black tape, using his teeth to pull on the end of it and get it loose to wrap around his right wrist.

"Maybe I am going too hard on you, but I guess we shall wait and see what the future holds after tonight, yes? Lucky Linda's still hoping her partner is around, maybe he is but as I've mentioned before, Radu's in the backseat and she's riding shotgun underneath the hot sun, feeling like she's someone that can last that long with myself and Caffrey. But if it's a return you're willing to make, at least have some sort of impact on arrival -- maybe you did that Radu, but then you flaked a bit and... so much for a good return it might seem. The Sacrificial Idol... of what though? What does it mean to be a Sacrificial Idol, Radu?" Hayden begins to question, though there's no one in the room, not even a cameraman, he's by himself. He finishes taping his right wrist, biting into the tape to rip it from the roll. "It means jack shit, I guess. Doesn't this concern you a little, Radu? If you're willing to possess the goods, then why not show them to us? If you're willing to prove to us that you're not something like you were last year, then show it to me- Hell, not even to myself nor Anthony, show it to Linda. She's the one who's riding shotgun here, not you, you're in the back-fucking-seat. Is that how it went last year, Radu? Did you have all the hope in the world and thought to yourself that even with such little effort, you could go a long way? I'm fucking appalled by that, Radu, not because it's going to be so easy picking apart Linda but seeing someone who... I guess is such an icon to SWAT and holds the SWAT name above his head with pride just spit on it and say fuck you without even saying those words." Hayden, as cocky as ever, begins to smile as he begins to wrap his left wrist in the black tape. "But don't you worry, I know this is to show how much trust you have in Linda, but you picked the wrong fucking team to do it with. I, for sure, am not going to go easy on her and I don't think Anthony will either... She might ask for the help, but are you going to? Partners, Radu, that's what you are to Linda. She needs you, but I don't think you need her. I don't think you wanted her. Was she the right amazon to be by your side, or was she going to be the next I-Man and choke? Is this history repeating itself again, Radu, has the ring rust kicked in and you realized you're not as good as you once were. Are you going to begin your comeback tour with a kick to the balls by your own partner, or maybe something more fitting... A knife in the back -- of Linda, courtesy of you. Riding in the back seat just to see her worth again, prove something to you, that her luck is fake bullshit. She's a fraud, Radu, and so are you. You're no Sacrificial Idol... you're just a mere suicidal partner, you're willing to give up when you see an opening and when the doors are shut, you're just too late to make a fucking effort." Hayden breaks the tape from the roll with his teeth again, throwing it back into his gear bag, he then reaches in for a more slimmer roll of tape for his fingers. He begins to wrap his fingers in the tape.

"So what do we name Linda then, Radu, is she sacrificial like you? Is she your sacrificial lamb? Is she the right one after all?" Hayden chuckles under his breath, he hears a knock at the door and he keeps the smile on his face from before. "I guess we're going to find out soon, Radu, see you out there." Hayden strips from his sweatpants and throws them onto the couch, opening the door and heading to the ring for his match.

End Scene.

[SWAT Team]

(The show returns from spots for Philadelphia's visitor's Bureau with Anthony Caffrey, Radu Matei appearing in a bug museum spot, along with 'Lucky' Linda La Fey in a whiskey commercial with Hayden Callahan as well as spots for upcoming SWAT shows. We fade to ringside where ringsiders at holding signs that say "SWAT Classic for $2,000,000 and the Anzac Cup Zoran!," "We want our Caffrey Rush!," "Radu is da bug bomb!" and "Make my day Dirty Hayden Callahan!" before fading to the broadcast table where Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton are sitting wearing headsets."

Jeremy Tucker: "Welcome back to the second round of the 2020 Anzac Cup and what a shock it was that Bloodied Zen Romance was knocked out of the first round. Alex Turner and Roxylishus were knocked out leaving only half the KGB remaining in the tournament and the present SWAT Tag Team Champions were taken out by the Brothers in Anarchy."

Jeremy Tucker: "Getting to this match ever since Anthony Caffrey won the XHF Rumble and defeated our beloved Commissioner..."

Andrew Fulton: "Beloved is quite a laughable description."

Jeremy Tucker: "Anyway, since Anthony Caffrey won the X-Crown he's been quite popular and has shown he's 'The Wrestling Emperor' and now he has a chance to add to his accolades but standing in his and Callahan's way are SWAT Classic Radu Matei and 'Lucky' Linda La Fey who defeated La Famiglia."
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Andrew Fulton: "I agree with Linda since La Famiglia didn't deserve to be in this tournament."

Jeremy Tucker: "From the man who said Gorgeous Greg's gold when it comes to managing teams."

Andrew Fulton: "She had a point too."

Jeremy Tucker: Getting back to this match. Radu Matei had a run in with Joanne Cannelli and she's attempting to control him as if she's attempting to use Radu Matei to help her win The Anzac Cup. We all know she'll do anything to get what she wants."

Andrew Fulton: "Who can't resist a woman with such power and influence and 'Jersey Devil' Don Joanne Cannelli is so generous that she wanted to actually give Radu Matei an upgrade to his dungeon. Imagine him in a classy place such as a man cave and all he has to do is be subservient to Joanne Cannelli."

Jeremy Tucker: "Knowing Radu he's satisfied with the old dungeon he prefers living in. Besides, Radu has more honor and self-respect than most of the roster or competitors in this tournament. Plus Radu's not subservient to no one unlike you Andrew who would melt in Joanne's eyes and be completely subservient and willing to be bullied into complete obedience."

Andrew Fulton: "Oh mamma mia if she has the money I'm her slave for life."

Jeremy Tucker: "Oh my god. Right now let's go to the ring for this intriguing second round match."

("Ready to Go" by Republica starts to pump over the PA system, as green and white search lights weave through the crowd. Over the SWATron highlights of the 2019 match of the year play - showing the next team murder one another in violent bursts that make them seem larger than life.)

#It's a crack, I'm back yeah standing#
#On the rooftops shouting out,#
#BABY I'M READY TO GOOOOOOOOOOOO#

(As the song hits a high point, orange and blue fireworks burst from the stage. Worked up into a frenzy, the crowd scream their approval as Lucky Linda La Fey and "The Sacrificial Idol" Radu Matei push through the curtains. The two wear red and white variations on their usual outfits to reinforce their team dynamic despite their substantial single successes. Flashbulbs go off throughout the arena as the two start to make their way down in sync with the music. Linda is the more positive of the two, happily slapping fans hands, while Matei reaches out for a few, but still finds the prospects of being a fan favourite odd.)

Frank Salazar: At this time, please put your hands together in welcoming...

"Lucky" Linda La Fey

"The Sacrificial Idol" Radu Matei...

Please put your hands together for...


T H E

S W A T

C L A S S I C ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

(As the two arrive at ringside yellow and white streamers are thrown at the ring. The sheer quantity of the ribbons give Matei is former Dark Man appearance - only for another round of fire to set them ablaze. Small, controlled fires, soon burn the paper away from the ring, leaving only SWAT Classic to confront their opponents.)

Andrew Fulton: "Okay let's hear it for the champ and I mean 'The Real Champ' or 'The Emperor Wrestling Champion.'"

Frank Salazar: "Now introducing first from 'The City of Champions' and 'The City of Brotherly Love' Philadelphia, Pa. he comes in at 6'4" and weighs in at 224lbs. He is 'The Wrestling Emperor' and the current X-Crown Champion. Please welcome Anthony Caffrey."

[The arena's lights go off and the fans immediately launch into a roaring pop at the sounds of Fall Out Boy's "My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark" and the sight of their X-Crown Champion. Anthony Caffrey takes a few moments to stand up at the top of the ramp, looking out at those in the Caffrey Corner before heading down to the ring. He is wearing his X-Crown around his mouth for safety, and his tights read "CAFF" on the back.

Once Caffrey stops looking to the cheering fans, he locks eyes with the opposition. He does not break eye contact with tonight's opponent as he walks with a laser focus -- at least until he makes it to the ring steps. He reaches down and taps his ankle before pointing at his opponent. He then makes a simple motion to mime breaking it in half as if his opponent's ankle was a simple wishbone. The crowd join along in the motion, knowing the veteran technician has a deep list of broken ankles in his history.

Caffrey steps into the ring and moves past his opponent, handing his glasses off to the timekeeper. He looks back at his opponent and does a few last minute stretches, knowing he's in for a battle.
Andrew Fulton: "Okay here's the introductions to 'The Emperor of Wrestling's' partner."]

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

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

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

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

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

Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from South London, England. Coming in at 5’11 and 210 pounds .... "The Bastard" HAYDEN CALLAHAN!!!

Jeremy Tucker: "The bell rings and this match is underway. This time it seems Hayden wants to start off an Anthony shrugs and motions that the ring is his before he leaves the ring for Hayden to start the match. Linda starts for her team and Hayden's daring her to slap him. Linda looks stares at him in defiance before she lets him have it with a real hard right to the jaw."

Andrew Fulton: "Linda's really pissed off and takes his legs out and mounts and grounds and pounds him with a vengeance. Hayden better look out and have eyes in the back of his head because the MeToo and Time's Up zealots will be coming after him with rolling pins and pans. Stupid moles, Callahan will take them all out and Linda with them."

Jeremy Tucker: “Linda whips him into the ropes and flying leg clotheslines Hayden. She scoops him up and bodyslams Hayden with authority. He stumbles to his corner selling for her big time and tags in Caffrey."

Andrew Fulton: "Caffrey looks at the fans and shrugs before holding the ropes for Callahan to exit and for him to enter the ring. Callahan glares at Caffrey and he looks real focused to win this match not noticing and to show sportsmanship he's asking Linda to shake hands. She's reluctant and looks around but she does as the ringsiders roar with respect. What a rarity in this sport."

Jeremy Tucker: "It is isn't it. They lock up and Anthony goes behind and takes her down. She counters and they go back and forth riding each other into the ropes and Anthony backs off with raised arms."

Andrew Fulton: "Great 'The Emperor's doing his best Brett Hart impersonation for the geek world."

Jeremy Tucker: "Caffrey points to Radu and Linda looks around and she tags Radu in and the ringsiders seem to like the decision. Thy waste no time locking up and Caffrey takes him over in a side headlock take down which Radu counters with a head scissors and Caffrey counters with another side headlock takedown. They make their way back to their feet."

Andrew Fulton: "Radu forces Anthony into the ropes and whips him into the opposite ropes but he misses with a clothesline and Radu comes off the opposite ropes and flying body presses for a one count. Radu arm drags Anthony and does it again and a third armdrag."

Jeremy Tucker: "Caffrey gets back to his feet and counters with an armdrag of his own. He whips Radu into the ropes and misses with a clothesline and Radu comes off the opposite ropes and flying double chops Caffrey and covers him for a close two count. He dropkicks Caffrey who rolls out of the ring and Radu follows him out."

Andrew Fulton: "Radu whips Anthony who reverses it sending Radu into the ringpost. He tosses Radu back into the ring and bodyslams him with authority before dropping a fist to Radu's head repeatedly before making the cover for a close two count."

Jeremy Tucker: "Anthony scoops him up but Radu floats over and body slams Caffrey. He sets up Caffrey who blocks the suplex and counters with one of his own. He sets up Radu for another suplex but this time Radu blocks it and counters with his own suplex followed by a backbreaker."

Andrew Fulton: "Radu is on fire as he starts to dominate the X-Crown Champion. He whips Anthony into the corner and charges in but Anthony gets his knees up followed by a stiff clothesline."

Jeremy Tucker: "Anthony grabs Radu's leg and begins working on it with kicks and stomps before dropping some vicious elbows and cinching in a leg bar. Radu makes his way and reaches the ropes forcing a break in the hold and backs off."

Andrew Fulton: "At least Caffrey's giving him the pain he so richly deserves. Anthony drags Radu to the corner but Radu barely kicks Anthony away. He grabs Radu's leg and attempts a figure four but Radu kicks him away again sending Anthony crashing head first into the corner."

Jeremy Tucker: "Radu belly to back suplex's Caffrey out of the corner and onto his head. Linda's anxious to tag back in that she almost falls into the ring. Radu tags her in and she sommersaults into the ring and delivers a series of European uppercuts."

Andrew Fulton: "Caffrey counters with a series of knees to her mid-section and unleashes a series of European uppercuts of his own. Caffrey whips Linda into the ropes and belly to belly suplexes her onto her head. He makes the cover....One....Two....Linda kicks out."

Jeremy Tucker: "Caffrey's determined to add to his impressive list of stellar accomplishments. He cinches in a reverse chin lock and is grinding it in relentlessly Linda makes her way back to her feet and delivers a series of elbows and atomic drop suplex's him. She goes over and tags Radu back in."

Andrew Fulton: "Radu charges back in and clotheslines Caffrey before kicking and stomping him. He whips Caffrey into the corner and avalanches the X-Crown Champion. He whips him into the opposite corner and avalanches him again."

Jeremy Tucker: "Radu delivers a series of brutal clotheslines in the corner. He whips Caffrey into the opposite corner and stinger splashes him before throwing him out of the corner and cinching in a scorpion deathlock and it's in tight."

Andrew Fulton: "Caffrey's in pain as Radu increases the pressure on his legs and back. Caffrey's attempting to get to the ropes but Radu pulls him back into the middle of the ring. Caffrey strains but he reverses it and now Radu's in pain and Caffrey's proving why he's a wrestling specialist."

Jeremy Tucker: "There's no doubt about that. All that bravado and smack talk he does he backs it up win or lose. Caffrey increases the pressure on Radu's legs and back like he did before and keeps increasing the pressure. Radu's being checked by the referee but he's still not giving."

Andrew Fulton: "Anthony Caffrey's not the 'Wrestling Emperor' and X-Crown Champion for nothing. Radu's making a desperate attempt to reach the ropes and barely grabs them."

Jeremy Tucker: "Anthony backs away to let Radu back up. He waits and chop blocks Radu's leg before dragging him into the corner and leaves the ring still holding the leg and cinches in a Soft Pretzel and Radu looks like he's in trouble."

Andrew Fulton: "Linda charges and unleashes a brogue kick breaking the hold. Radu's been really hurt by that piece of Philadelphia cuisine. He gets up hobbling and that bad leg is even worse as Anthony returns to the ring shaking off that brogue kick."

Jeremy Tucker: "Radu uses the time to shake that leg trying to get circulation back into it. Caffrey moves in but gets kicked in the mid-section and attempts a piledriver only to be prevented by that bad leg. Caffrey counters with a piledriver of his own and makes the cover....One.....Two...No! Radu gets a shoulder up."

Andrew Fulton: "Radu survived that one. Caffrey cinches in a single legged Boston Crab and he pulls back relentlessly applying pressure on that injured leg and back. Radu grabs the ropes and he got lucky there since he was near enough to them. I guess he chose the right partner in 'Lucky' Linda La Fey."

Jeremy Tucker: "I guess he was lucky to choose her for a partner. Yet he's not totally lucky if Caffrey's still concentrating on that bad leg of Radu. Anthony yanks him away from the ropes and Radu is back on his feet and attempts an enzigiuri. Anthony ducks it and begins The Process which could be the end of SWAT Classic's run."

Andrew Fulton: "There's no escaping The Process and Radu's no exception to the rule. The referee's checking on his condition and see if he wants to tap out but that bug filled brain won't let him. Hell that walking locust bringer is refusing like he always does."

Jeremy Tucker: "Radu knows what the stakes are too high and he knows how to come through."

Andrew Fulton: "Radu's brains are filled with worms and flies that buzz around infecting him."

Jeremy Tucker: "Radu's attempting to get to the ropes but Anthony's preventing him from doing so. He slowly scratches and claws towards the ropes and barely reaches them. Caffrey releases the hold and backs away frustrated."

Andrew Fulton: "Wouldn't you be if you have a chance to take out the Dixieland Champion? Radu Matei attempts to get up but Anthony refuses to allow him. He kicks his leg right out from under him and grabs it before delivering a series of vicious elbows on that leg."

Jeremy Tucker: "Anthony whips Radu into the ropes not seeing the secret tag and Linda mounts the top turnbuckle and missile dropkicks Caffrey. She drop kicks him again and a third time. Linda waits and attempts a superkick but Caffrey sees the telegraphed move and grabs the leg and trips her up and now she's learning about The Process."

Anthony Fulton: "Linda is struggling to reach the ropes and the pain in her eyes shows it but like Franken zombie she refuses to tap out. Radu comes back into the ring and breaks the hold."

Jeremy Tucker: "Anthony is beside himself because he can't put Linda away and turns staring at Radu. Linda pulls herself back up with the ropes and she kicks him in the stomach. She delivers a series of headbutts before whipping him into the ropes."

Andrew Fulton: "Hayden secretly tags himself in and delivers a missile dropkick of his own."

Jeremy Tucker: "Callahan delivers a series of chops. Hayden gets into her face and makes some truly crude remarks about her country and ‘luck’ before unleashing a series of closed fists which Linda just took and the look on her face isn't pleasant."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah it's not the look that anyone wants to see if you met her in a bar. Linda lets loose on Hayden and she floors him. She mounts and she grounds and pounds him relentlessly getting into his face and returning the crude remarks about her country moments ago."

Jeremy Tucker: "Callahan head butts Linda back, and blood gushes out from her nose, he drills her with a Brain buster and then holds onto it and DDTs her. Linda fights back and picks him up and she body slams him with authority. She climbs up to the top turnbuckle and attempts a Shooting Star Press but he rolls out of the way and Linda crashes ad burns."

Andrew Fulton: "Hayden wastes no time kicking and stomping on Linda. He whips her into the ropes and powerslams her before going for the cover for a close three count. He piledrives her and makes the cover again....One...Two....Th....No! Linda gets an arm up. Hayden's complaining about a slow count. Hell at least someone finally agrees with me."

Jeremy Tucker: "Hayden whips her into the ropes and Linda ducks a clothesline. She comes off the ropes and ducks another clothesline but as she comes off the ropes again, she and Hayden lariat each other and they both are down."

Andrew Fulton: "Talk about a wipe out. The referee's counting them as they slowly stir. Linda's slowly making her way to her corner but Callahan grabs her leg and pulls her away. They both get back to their feet and Linda enzigiuri kicks Hayden."

Jeremy Tucker: "Once again both are down and out as the referee is counting them. Linda slowly stirs and crawls to her corner and makes a leaping tag to Radu as the ringsiders roar their approval."

Andrew Fulton: "Radu storms into the ring and brutally assaults Hayden. He whips him into the corner and trainwrecks him. He whips Hayden into the opposite corner and he trainwrecks him a second time and backs up and does it a third time. Anthony comes in as he does Linda returns and she spears herself and Caffrey out of the ring."

Jeremy Tucker: "Radu opens up a can of whoop ass and throws Hayden out of the corner. Radu roars and doesn't waste time cinching in The Centipede Lock."

Andrew Fulton: "Just tap out before you suffer insect infestation. Hayden's desperately holding on but he is as able to do that like Radu can resist Joanne's charms which he can't and neither can Hayden. The referee's checking and Hayden is out and the referee calls for the bell."

Fran Salazar: "Your winners at 20minutes by submission and moving on to the next round.....SWAT Classic."

Jeremy Tucker: "SWAT Classic moves on to the Final Four in what's considered to be a hard fought victory. Linda goes up to Caffrey as he gets up and offers to shake his hand in good sportsmanship. He looks around and the ringsiders roar their approval and he accepts and they shake hands before he leaves for the backstage area."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah that was a real surprise to shake the hand of greatness of the X-Crown Champion."

Jeremy Tucker: "A rare show of sportsmanship in this tournament. Right now SWAT Classic has little time to rest as they will be facing the KGB in the final four. Right now let's take a commercial break and we'll be returning with more SWAT action."

(The slowly fade to commercials.)

[mosler]

[Continued from.......]

[When we last saw Zoran Sainovic - he had been gang assaulted by the stars of the XHF.  Unable to beat Kommissar Z one on one, all the federations under the XHF banner had decided to combine their forces.  It was a tremendous battle - the final boss of bosses defending his multitude of championships against over 50 men, but all good things must come to an end.  Sainovic still fought off the hordes, but even the godlike greatest wrestler in XHF history is only a man.  Even the wonderful Zoran Sainovic has his weaknesses.  What was Zoran's achilles heel?  Trusting SWAT to have his back.  So even as he took on wave after wave of substandard competition, it was only in his ALLOWING Anthony Caffrey to survive that Zoran was finally screwed.  He's seen more dignified record setting gang bangs than the way Caffrey fucked him.  He's European.]

[Following the mugging on the high seas, Your Final Boss was cast adrift in the icy international waters.  How long was he left floating?  HOW close was the edge of the wharf to the ring?  How much money can he get out of Mongo for negligence?  A drowned rat suffering from hypothermia, Zoran Sainovic had no time for the medical assistance he clearly needed, boarded the first flight to Australia.  There will be time to lick his wounds after he hands out the ANZAC Cup.  This is what a professional looks like...]

[Shivering in the back of a Cessna...]

[...Which is currently grounded.]

[What the fuck?]

[Zoran pulls himself away from his blanket long enough to give his cameraman a dirty look.]

Zoran Sainovic: Why aren't we moving?

Videographer Boone: Engine troubles.

Zoran Sainovic: We don't have time for zis shit.

[Pulling the blanket closer to him, Zoran steps out of the small plane.  Where the hell are they?]

Zoran Sainovic: How much longer...

[The pilot shrugs.]

Zoran Sainovic: How close are we to Sydney...

[Lightning flashes illuminating a sign: The La Brea Tar Pits and Museum...]

Zoran Sainovic: CALIFORNIA?!

Videographer Boone: We got knocked off course by the storm...

Zoran Sainovic <raising a fist>: I'll knock you off course!

[Muttering obscenities, Zoran Sainovic pulls out one of his burner phones before stomping off into the night.  Fearing for his job security, Boone follows.]

Zoran Sainovic <on phone>: Hello - Paige?  Yeah - apparently we're taking ze long route back.  Zat piece of shit arrive yet?  Good.  Nah, I'm half tempted to have him defend ze X*Crown in every tag match, just to get Callahan to try to pin him.  It is going to be almost a month before our next show, so we'll need Toni to make a defence at ze Anzac.  Who isn't in ze tournament?


OKAY... so tonight... Anthony Caffrey will defend his title against PSYCHOTIC GOTH... he wants to play at being company man, take one of our longterm personalities to a match of ze year. <eyes narrow> I could do it.


But wait... zis is a celebration of tag team wrestling, no?  Zen let's add DOOMSDAY and LUCIFER to ze mix... it would amuse me to NO END if Caffrey was giving it his all trying to teach Goth a headlock, while best bud Doomsday laid down for Lucifer.  New X*Crown champion?  Wouldn't surprise me.  And who gives a shit about ze title history - only ONE MAN can bring stability back to ze X*Crown and he's currently freezing his ass off in beautiful California.  Hell, forcing Caffrey to keep an eye on a team will add a note of psychology zat his clusterfucks are usually missing.


A straight four corner match doesn't seem BULLSHIT enough... and as we all learned our NEW champ excels at bullshit... so zat new kid, BLACKSTONE?  He seems toxic enough... let's zrow him in zere, and make it a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE match.


I don't care if Caffrey wins the Anzac... tonight he's still defending ze X*Crown against Goth, Lucifer, Doomsday and Blackstone in a falls count anywhere match.  Hell, if I was zere to stage it, we'd be looking at a blanket fort death match!  See how many pillows you can get to ringside just to mess with him.


I'll be zere as soon as...


Ugh... almost stepped in tar.


[Zoran Sainovic REALLY wishes he was on site to see the steam shoot out of Caffrey's ears.]


"FLESHLING, YOU COME TO UNIFY MY ULTIMATE CHAMPIONSHIP INTO YOUR PUNY X*CROWN?"


[Wince.  Zoran knew he hated the La Brey Tar Pits for a reason...]


Zoran Sainovic <hard swallow>: Paige... I've got to go.


[Tapping off his phone, Zoran turns to pit behind him, to see a ten foot dinosaur skeleton.]


DINOSAUR BONES: I WILL TEAR OFF YOUR TINY HEAD, FREQUENTING THE BLOODY CAVITY LEFT IN ITS WAKE AS A LAVATORY!!!


Zoran Sainovic <raising a hand>: Great to see you too, Dread Lord.  I was just passing zrough ze neighbourhood.  Look, ze XHF board of directors shot down my request to unify ze belts...


DINOSAUR BONES: WHAT USE HAVE I FOR PENCIL PUSHERS?  I AM THE REANIMATED BONES OF A JURASSIC ERA PREDATOR - AN UNDEAD FUCKING DINOSAUR - IF THEY THROW UP YELLOW TAPE I SHALL MAKE USE OF IT TO FLOSS THEIR ENTRAILS FROM MY BLOODY MAW!!!!


Zoran Sainovic: And I'd pay to see it, pal.  But I am no longer in possession of ze X*Crown so a unification-


DINOSAUR BONES: I HAD HOPED TO TRANSFORM YOU INTO A LATRINE, MAGGOT - BUT I SEE NOW, YOU ARE ALREADY FULL OF SHIT.


Zoran Sainovic <trying to backstop away from the raging monster>: Zere is no need to be crude here, I'm not happy about ze situation ether-


DINOSAUR BONES: THE CHALLENGE IS MADE FLESHLING.  MY ULTIMATE TITLE IN A TAR PIT DEATH MATCH... THE VICTOR SHALL PUT HIS OPPONENT DOWN INTO THE MURKY BLACK OOZE.


Zoran Sainovic: Zat is sweet of you, Bones, but I've had a long night - and...


[It's going to be a long night.  The Dread Lord Dinosaur Bones charges forwards at the cowering commissioner...]

SWAT Ultimate Title
Tar Pit Death Match
"The Dread Lord" DINOSAUR BONES <c> vs. "Final Boss" Zoran Sainovic

[Before the XHF match of the year can dazzle, Dinosaur Bones knocks over Boone and the signal goes dead*

[frostbite]

Outside as matter of fact out by the loading dock where roughly an hour ago we saw the boss of this company, Paul Soutter getting taking out in an ambulance because of the new attack from I guess you could say the new KGB, but nevertheless we see two large gentlemen standing out there just looking around. One gentleman is stroking his massive chin, as he is looking off into the night skies, he has on a gray hoodie with matching sweats and brown boots, he has the hood over his head. The gentleman standing next to him is just looking at the dumpster a few feet away from him with an intense look in his red eyes. The night sky is shinning down his short black hair, as he has on a black tee shirt with faded black jeans and black steel toe boots.

A MIXTURE OF CHEERS AND BOOS from the capacity crowd

Andrew Fulton.. Ah it appears that Doomsday and Lucifer are still around.

Jeremy Tucker.. I thought they might be gone after the number they did on Ultra Kira earlier in the show.

Andrew Fulton.. I am quite shocked that Tarrasque did not catch up to them and beat the hell out of this two idiots.

Jeremy Tucker.. Tarrasque is a monster but I do not believe even he could have handle these two seven footers by himself.

Andrew Fulton.. These two have not been in a great mood since they are not involved in the Anzac Cup tournament.

Jeremy Tucker.. One has to wonder why there were not one of the teams involved in this year's tournament.

Andrew Fulton.. Well what have they won, what one match since they have been here? And deserve a shot at something wrong here. They are nothing without Frostbite and I believe you know that.

Jeremy Tucker.. They should had a spot in the tournament. I think Paul kept them out of it because if they would hace gotten a hold of Frostbite it would have been lights out for him.

Andrew Fulton.. Well they did not and Frostbite and Joanne are in the final four, so I guess Frostbite proved a point that they are nothing without him.

Jeremy Tucker.. You know they can hear you right?

Andrew Fulton.. Ah they know I am joking with them? Right?

Jeremy Tucker.. I might be looking for a new co host here soon, I will be taking interviews for the position.

The two are leaning up against a light blue Ford pickup truck, and yes they are in the loading dock. A security guard wearing the usually navy blue gear with a knife stick up against his hip, the young man belly is hanging over his belt as he has powder doughnuts on his lips. The security guard approaches Doomsday and Lucifer.

Security guard.. Excuse gentlemen you can not park here this is a loading dock.

Doomsday.. We will be leaving very shortly we have some unfinish business to take care of.

Security guard.. Sir you are still going to have to move your truck, even though you are going to be for a few more minute. I am not going you ask you again.

Lucifer.. Doomsday it is your truck not mind.

Doomsday.. I will move it when we are good and ready.

Security guard.. Sir, I will have your truck tow if you do not move it in the next few minutes.

Lucifer.. I guess you better move it then partner.

Doomsday walks over to the security guard and stands right in front of him looking down on him and then over to Lucifer. He tosses Lucifer the keys as he fumbles them as he drops them to them to the ground.

Doomsday.. You are moving the truck.

Lucifer.. You never let me drive the truck, and now you want for me to move it.

Lucifer bends down to pick up the keys, as he looks at Doomsday.

Lucifer.. Are you sure about this?

Doomsday.. Yes, Sparky here says he is going to have it tow.

The security guard is getting a little frustrated with this act between the two.

Security guard.. Look my name is Mike and I do not care who moves it just move it now.

Doomsday gets a intense look in his green eyes.

Doomsday.. Are you telling me, I need to move it right away. Does this jackass knows who he is dealing with and you know Lucifer I am not in the mood this evening.

Lucifer just shrugs his shoulders.

Security guard.. Look I have had enough of this, I am going to call to get this tow right now.

He pulls out his walkie.

Lucifer.. Man, you should not have done that.

Doomsday grabs the walkie out of the security guard hand and tosses it across the loading dock as it breaks into a thousand pieces. Doomsday grabs the security guard by the collar.

Doomsday.. I try to be nice but it appears you do not understand English very well.

Doomsday picks up the security guard as he tosses him over his broad shoulders as he looks toward the dumpster just a few feet away from the both of them. He slowly walks over to the dumpster with the guard on his shoulders as the guard is screaming for his life but nobody is around to help him. Doomsday picks him high up as he tosses him right into the dumpster.

Lucifer.. A little harsh don't you think?

Doomsday.. No, I do not. The man threaten to tow my truck. Please you would have done worse to him.

Lucifer.. Okay you have a point there.

Doomsday.. Now where were we?

The two walk back over to the truck, as the lean up against it once again.

Doomsday.. Why in the hell were we not allow in this piss poor tournament?

Lucifer.. Paul would not allow us in it.

Doomsday.. Ah, you are right and it appears that he got what was coming to him by this new KGB. I have to hand it to Frostbite he pulled the wool over Paul eyes on that one. He might have burned this place to the ground after all if the boss is not around. Maybe we just might start getting a fair shake around here.

Lucifer.. Maybe we might finally get a crack at those tag team titles since Team Crybabies do not have them and Paul is not holding there hands anymore. Know more KGB to back them up either.

Doomsday.. Rally Jackson and Tuxedo Mask are the new champs, maybe they might be quality gentlemen and give us a chance at those titles.

Lucifer.. Do not know, maybe the new sheriff around here but allow that we do not know.

Doomsday.. I just remember we do have some unfinish business around here and that is Frostbite. The boy has been lucky this evening he has reached the final four, but we are not finish with him just yet.

Lucifer.. I see that he hurt his knee in the last match, he might not last too much longer.

Doomsday.. It does not matter we need to go back in there and finish him off once and for all, because that boy needs to learn a lesson that all of these years are playing around with us needs to be taught something, that asshole needs to realize we carried him for years and without us he would never had the career that he had.

Lucifer.. We let's finish him off for good then. And if his new buddies get in our way well we will take care of them as well.

The two are heading back into the arena when suddenly a young short brown haired gentleman wearing a blue and white tee shirt with blue jeans and black and blue shoes comes running out of nowhere as they run up on the two.

Young man.. Excuse me, Doomsday and Lucifer, I am glad I caught up with you.

Doomsday.. Son you are about to get tossed in that dumpster, never run up on us like that. it better be good or that is what will happen.

Young man.. Did you hear?

Lucifer.. What son? Do not keep us in suspense because I will throw you in the dumpster right now.

Young man.. You have a match later on in the show. You both are getting a shot at the x crown.

Doomsday.. Well this is unexpecting news.

Young man.. However it will be Goth and Blackstone will also be involved in this match as well, and it will be falls count anywhere.

Doomsday and Lucifer look at each other with an intense look in there eyes.

Doomsday.. I guess Frostbite will dodge the bullet for now because we have bigger fish to fry, a shot at the x crown.

Lucifer.. I thought there was a new champ.

Doomsday.. Ah yes there is the commish is no longer the champ, but Caffrey is the new champ.

Lucifer.. Has he not fought twice this evening.

Doomsday.. The commish must have some beef with him but that is not our concern. We have the chance well one of have that chance to walk out with the title.

Lucifer.. Ah certainly work together to beat everybody in this match and get it down to the two of us.

Doomsday.. You are thinking right along with me partner on this one. I get it everybody feels this is not fair for Caffrey but I do not care at all. Goth well we know what him. I know what he is capable of, but he better understand what we can do and will do. We need this match we both know. One of us walk out with that title is can jump start our careers.

Lucifer.. Blackstone, do not know too much about this man, but he needs to be taught a lesson as well. But you are right partner this is something we need. We must make an huge impact in this thing. One of us need to win this thing.

Doomsday.. Big man this is out type of match a falls count anywhere. Just think of what we can do by working together and whatever is not nailed down we could use and beat everybody silly.

Lucifer.. And I can do that to you as well.

Doomsday.. Stick to the plan, I like to see you try that. but honest dude. I have never won a singles title in my career this is a chance tonight to do so. Look I have managed you to a couple of titles but tonight that is about me.

Lucifer.. I hear you man, but I am not going to lay down for you, understand that you are going to earn this.

Doomsday.. I want it no other way, but when I win are you going to carry my bags?

Lucifer.. We got jokes tonight.

They look at the gentleman that delivered them the news.

Doomsday.. I guess we have to bust up some more people after all.

The young man starts to walk away but Lucifer grabs him by the back of his collar, as he tries his best to get away.

Lucifer.. I am thinking what he will take to keep you down tonight and the others.

Doomsday.. I can not speak for the others but I am not going down tonight, but I am going to drop everybody in my way tonight and that includes you partner.

Lucifer picks the smaller gentleman has he places him high over his head and walks right toward the dumpster as he tosses him right into the dumpster right where the security guard is. Lucifer walks back over to Doomsday.

Lucifer.. Well Partner it is going to take everybody in this building to keep me down, and I do not believe partner you or the others will be able to. it has been awhile since I have been a champion myself.

The two look at each other.

Doomsday.. Well may the best man win.

Lucifer.. He will.

The two shake on it, as they head inside as the security guard and the other young man try and climb out of the dumpster as the scene fades out.

[edwarddubin0604]

(The Tron shows Psychotic Goth and Vampira on the tron an eerie light gives them an equally eerie glow with greenand red mist rising and surrounding them.)

Vampira: "Commission Zoran do you think that you'll be using Psychotic Goth as one of the vessels for your revenge against Anthony Caffery so you can just have it handed over to you which won't happen. Then you have severely underestimated him."

Psychotic Goth: "So tonight in Melbourne, Australia. The whining and crying commission want revenge on the new X-Crown Champion all because Anthony Caffery beat you at your own little game. You made a grave mistake because I don't give championships back just because you want your championship back. Once I win a championship it's a full hundred percent championship victory and reign and not one that you demand end because you demand your title back."

(He laughs demonically.)

Psychotic Goth: "Deal with the devil and you shall be burnt. That is what happens if you put me in a match so you can try and demand your title back. Like Anthony Caffery I'll do the same to you if you demand I hand the title back to you. I shall scew you but I'll make it even worse for you old fossil. I shall do worse to you than what you did to Radu Matei but I'll make sure you are never seen again Zoran."

(Psychotic Goth bellows in the Aboriginal language.)

Psychotic Goth: That's right Zoran you won't get your championship back. So just retire and collect your pension while you have the chance or I shall make your life a living nightmare as I shall curse you for the est o your miserable life. Believe me you don't want that do you Commissioner Zoran."

(He laughs maniacally.)

Psychotic Goth: "Now I'm not looking past the rest of the competition. I know the brutality of Satan's Disciples. Doomsday and Lucifer are mean and nasty and they have a chip on their shoulders large and heavy enough to throw and crush anyone in their way. We teamed up once and we know each other but tonight we must face off against each other for the biggest prize of all in the XHF and that's the X-Crown. I have plenty of respect for them and their abilities to wrestle and to brawl with bloody brutality."

(Psychotic Goth roars in an aboriginal dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Then there's this newcomer Blackstone that nobody knows anything about but he shall reveal his abilities quite soon when we compete in the Falls Count Anywhere Match. It's going to be ultimate carnage and that's what I like in a match and tat's carnage. I love blood and I love pain and in this match we shall all be bleeding badly until one of us is crowned X-Crown Champion."

(Psychotic Goth laughs maniacally.)

Psychotic Goth: "Too bad Zoran was too stupid as to not watch the Anzac Cup Tournament or he would have seen Caffery and Callahan eliminated from the tournament. So he's going to have plenty of rest and relaxation going into his title defense against myself, Satan's Disciples and Blackstone. Are you disappointed Zoran that Caffery isn't going to be too beaten down to be picked apart by the four of us. I know you are Caffery. I know you are quite disappointed at that development."

(He bellows as he lowers his head and raises his arms before flinging his head back revealing his pale handsome goth like looks.)

Psychotic Goth: "When the tournament ends and the Anzac Cup is handed off to a new tag team. The X-Crown shall be put up for grabs and then there shall be a new champion. It shall be my destiny finally and it shall be fulfilled and I shall spread my reign of darkness. 'The King of the Goths' shall be the 'The King of the whole XHF' and my army of goths shall run rampant over the whole XHF and nothing shall be done about it. It shall be my destiny to prevail in blood and gore and I shall reign in the same way an Zoran stay out of my way when I fulfill my destiny."

(Psychotic goth roars in an Aboriginal accent as he tron blacks out.)

[lunchboxlarry]

~THAT WAS THEN~

The feed picks up with pre-recorded tape. Sourced from the outstretched hand of Kirby Jackson, we can see The Charismatic Dragon in all his glory sitting next to his large counterpart, also known as Lunchbox Larry. They are scrunched up in the middle of the 5 seat middle row of a Quantas Airlines jet. Seeing everyone elbow to elbow tells us this happened pre-Corona.

“Check it, fam. Couldn’t help but record this. My boy, Lar, over here on his first flight ever. Nonstop from L.A. to Sydney! Dude’s actin’ all calm, cool, and collected now. Can’t wait ‘til this bitch hits the air. He’s gonna fahhhhh-REAK!” Kirby cackles like a little kid next to his oversized companion.

Larry, stone-faced, stares blankly straight ahead.

Kirby continues, “No sellin’ sunnova bee over here. Worst kind. Oh man, the suspense is killi-”

He’s interrupted by the intercom.

“Flight attendants, prepare for take-off please. Cabin crew, please take your seats for take-off.”

Jackson’s swagger vanishes that very instant. He immediately looks down, ensuring his seatbelt was on. Then he grabs both armrests like that asshole you once flew next to.

Larry doesn’t flinch.

“You okay, bub?” The words sneak out the side of Larry’s mouth.

Kirby’s eyes dart from side to side. He tries to shake off the sudden influx of emotion, “Yah, duh… you oh-kay, buu-uhb?”

The plane jerked a bit as they took off just then. Larry, being the kind soul he is, smirked with the side of his face opposite of his friend.

“Kirbs, it’s okay to be sca-”

SMACK

Yep, K-JAX just high-fived the Boxman’s face.

Larry reacted like a saint, of course. His bottom lip rose a bit. Not in the frowny way, but in the impressed way. He slowly nodded while saying, “Some people get angry, some people cr-”

“I’M NOT CRYING, YOU’RE CRYING!”

Still looking straight ahead, but now with a confused face, Larry responds, “I was actually implying that you were the ang-”

“I’M JUST ALLERGIC. TO BIG, DUMB APES.”

Again, somehow, instead of getting mad at the childish insults… Lunchbox Larry simply smiles. He lifts up his large arm, the one next to Kirby, which causes the flustered friend to flinch.

Then he pats him over the shoulder.

“It’s okay, dude. Planes are way safer than you think. I did a lot of reading before this flight since it was my first one ever. We’re going to be fine, man.”

The look on Kirby’s face couldn’t be described. Whether due to Larry’s unusually chill demeanor… or the unexpected support, accompanied by a declaration of having actually researched something other than funny memes… let’s just say he’d be calling his psychiatrist if his cell wasn’t in airplane mode.

~THIS IS NOW~

(Cut to the back.)

(Between the large SWAT banner, the Anzac Cup standing on a glorified nightstand, and the fake fern in the back corner, we realize we’re in the promo room. The man standing before us is a tall drink of water, to say the least. His long, black hair is slicked back. His beard shines like rippling pond water under the bright moonlight. He’s donning his typical black unitard with orange back to back Ls over his stomach. His namesake, orange and black lunchbox gripped firmly in one hand. A mic in the other.)

(His electric, blue eyes pierce your consciousness.)

Lunchbox:
First things first.

(He snarls at the camera. This is a different Larry.)

Lunchbox:
You all have no idea how long it took to learn how to say the word syndicate the right way.


(A slow head shake to drive the point home.)

Lunchbox:
But I got it. Obviously.

(A somewhat proud smirk grows from the side of his mouth.)

Lunchbox:
And now, you all’re makin’ me learn two new words… already?!

(More head shaking. This time, with an air of treachery.)

Lunchbox:
El Com… bat… teeny… tees?

(His intonation made it sound like a question, but it wasn’t.)

Lunchbox:
What is this?

(The arms go spread eagle.)

Lunchbox:
Baby Gap?

(Ever seen that weird Trump face gif? If you’re thinking that they’re all weird, just pick your favorite. Larry just did his best impression of it.)

Lunchbox:
Last I checked, this is America!

(Larry’s clearly forgotten he’s in Australia. Honest mistake.)

Lunchbox:
And the last time I heard anyone speak Latin, I was in eighth grade for the third time goofing off in science class.

(His smirk vanishes. His eyes open wide. He’s dead serious.)

Lunchbox:
And not to mention, the other guy… Lord Domin… atrix?

(There’s that twisted face again.)

Lunchbox:
In my youthful, naive days I would’ve had no idea what you were all about. But back in the day, a certain friend of mine… who shall remain nameless-

(Larry takes a moment to nod toward something, or someone, out of view. The camera pans out to show Kirby Jackson, sitting cross legged, looking rather perturbed by the current situation. Always aware of his on screen presence, K-JAX gives a nod to us viewers)

Lunchbox:
-gave me the down low on what’s up.

(Kirby spits off to his side.)

K-JAX:
That was yesterday.

(Larry drops his lunchbox and points the free hand’s index finger to the ceiling.)

Lunchbox:
Irrelevant!

(The index finger slowly lowers, stopping as it points directly at the camera. The big mans’ brows furrow, hunkering down over his eyes, creating that type of look your parents give when they tell you they aren’t mad… just disappointed.)

Lunchbox:
KID’S WATCH THE ANZAC CUP, YOU FREAK!

(The pointed finger retracts, then joins the rest of his digits as his hand opens up with its palm facing forward.)

Lunchbox:
But names aside, as they are just the labels we place upon one another…

(A single eyebrow on Kirby’s face shoots up. He didn’t know Larry could talk like that. He’s clearly gone off script.)

Lunchbox:
I know what you two are going through. With that Javier bloke pulling your strings.

(Kirby’s head tilts like a confused puppy.)

Lunchbox:
Y’see, I know what it’s like to be taken advantage of.

(Kirby quickly mutters under his breath, but loud enough for Larry to hear.)

K-JAX:
Word choice.

(Larry takes a moment to reconsider his last statement.)

Lunchbox:
Not like that! Aunt Seamus would never! How dare you?

(More audible mumbling.)

K-JAX:
Keep moving.

Lunchbox:
Right, well… like I said, I know how it feels, errrr… I mean, I know what it’s like?

(Again, not really a question.)

Lunchbox:
It’s tough, ya know, when you’re not wicked good at a language. People who are can use words almost like magician tricks. They can fool you. And they can lead you in a totally different direction than the one you were told you were going. And that sucks…

(Kirby leans forward. Concern coats his face like a heavy blanket.)

Lunchbox:
Like when I won my first championship at Fans Wrestling Federation last year. I THOUGHT I made a great friend named Buddy Showtime after the big win. He promised me the world.

(Larry hangs his head, remembering the treachery.)

Lunchbox:
Instead he was just trying to figure out my weaknesses, so his real friend could take my title.

(His head slowly raises back up. His betrayed blue eyes meet yours once again.)

Lunchbox:
So I know exactly what being taken advantage of looks, and feels, like.

(Larry slowly raises his free hand, pointing it out toward his tag team partner. Kirby turns lobster red from the neck up.)

Lunchbox:
That’s why I couldn’t be happier to have my man Kirbs with me these days.

(The wave of relief crashing over Jackson could knock a professional surfer off their board.)

Lunchbox:
And all this being said, all these shared feelings and experiences… well, when we meet you two in the ring… none of them matter.

(The finger returns its point toward the camera.)

Lunchbox:
Because while I do hope you two break free from the Javier’s manipulative ways-

(Kirby turns both hands palm up, certain his ears just deceived him.)

Lunchbox:
When we’re in that squared circle, I won’t see a Latin or a sex slave puppet looking back at me from the opposite corner.

(He shakes his head once more. This time, he smiles while doing so.)

Lunchbox:
I’ll just see two hungry fools. And lucky for you Mask Boys… I’ve GOT A KNUCKLE SANDWICH!

(His finger retracts and he balls his hand into a fist, shaking intensely.)

Lunchbox:
WITH YOUR NAMES ON IT!

(Mic drop. Scene cuts.)

[Blackstone]

Rates SFU for Seriously Fucked Up. Parental Guidance is a MUST




And there I was! Finally! Dressed in the best white t shirt and stained jeans I could find in a dumpster anywhere in the civilized world! Where was I? Well. If you aren't a complete idiot, then you’d know because I’d be on a screen near YOU. I was an the SWAT Anarexic Cup of course! So what if I had to steal someone’s I.D. to get in. And let me tell you. Those security guys should be fired. I stole that fucking I.D. off an old lady. Those fuckers didn't even bother looking at the picture. I definitely don't look like a frail old lady who probably shit her pants not long before taking the picture.

But there I was...IN all my glory. I was wandering about the backstage area of the arena. I didn't expect it to be quite so dingy, but it was. I saw all of the so called stars. I saw Antonio Confefe reading a book about math. He didnt even have a calculator, which was pretty fucking shocking to tell you the truth. That guy couldn't get more nerdy. How the fuck did he ever win the W-Crown title from “the network”? I truly had no idea. I guess he was just slightly less of a shit stain on an old mattress than the rest of the “talent”

All of my wandering made me quite thirsty and I felt this need to visit the slopes if you know what I mean. If you don't, then you need to get a life. There's nothing quite like taking to the slopes off of a dirty hooker’s butthole. It’s truly exhilarating. I implore all of you to try it at least once.

I looked around, seeing someone putting food on a table. She was hot. I’m not talking about pornstar hot. Those chicks are just plastic. No, this bitch looked GOOD. She had short brown hair, blue eyes, a cute little butt and lips that just begged to be..WEll. You get the point, right? She looked like the type of bitch who would suck you off in the back row of church while her daddy preached on about how you should give all your money away or some shit that I wouldn't be paying attention to.

“Hey momma! How you doin?” I asked with a wide smile.

“Hey.” she said without even bothering to look up at me.

I was offended! I couldn't believe this shit. She could at least look at me! Fuck.

“I said HEY MOMMA!” I yelled.

This time she looked at me. Her eyes lit up like diamonds. I was totally in.

“Hey!” she said seductively. At Least that's how I heard it in my head. It probably wasnt how she said but thats how I heard it anyway.

“You ever get your butthole licked by an islander before?” I asked.

She shook her head. I was mesmerized by the melons protruding from her chest. I waited for an answer but it never came. Fucking stuck up bitch she probably was, she didnt want to answer. All I wanted was a yes or a no so I could ask her the follow up question of “Do you want to?”.

“Do you want to?” I asked. Fuck it. I didn't need an answer from this hot but snobby girl wonder. I’d ask anyway. What's the worst that could happen? She say no? She report me to the police again? Wouldn't be the first time I was locked up like some kind of criminal.

“Im sorry. Did you just ask if you can lick my butthole?” She asked without smiling even the tiniest little bit. I nodded my head.

“I sure did, momma. You lookin like the fun type. We can even take this here sausages. ARe they free?” I asked. She nodded her head.

“Free food? Thats fucking amazing! Usually I gotta get my grub from a garbage can!” I yelled as I stuffed a few in my pockets.

“What do you say to you and me going somewhere quiet?” I asked.

And thats when her hand met my face in one of the most painful slaps I’d ever felt in my life. The woman slapped the soul out of my body only for it to drift back in for another slap. When I could see again she was gone. Oh well. That was her loss, though I wanted to see her again...naked this time.

I heard some music coming from off in the distance. I didn't want to leave this free food, but I needed to find out where that music was coming from. It sounded like a good time and could get me away from the utter nonsense of a nerd like Antonio Cuminass being a champion.

I was still woozy from that tyson like left hook from the hot bitch who slapped me. SWAT had also not given me a camera crew yet, so I had to carry around the little video camera they’d given me. Needless to say, if you have seizures, don't watch.

I walked the hallways of the arena for some time. Of course I got looks from the so-called talent as I walked by. I guess they’d seen what I’d said about them and wanted to jump me. I was sure that they knew not to because I’d completely crush their souls like grapes under a giant’s heel. I remembered seeing three piece suit mask roll hers or his eyes at me but then I remembered that he or she had a match and would likely be completely decimated by my greatness had I took offense to it.

I walked for what seemed like forever, snacking on the delicious sausages that I didn't even have to pull from a dumpster. But eventually, I found my location. It was a locker room. The signed on the door said Brothers of A.N.A.R.C.H.Y. Ok, so this music was coming from brother of applesauce. Great. Those guys sounded like huge douchebags who ate their weight in butter, but they did often have my type of items if you know what I mean.

I opened the door to find an enormous man holding a beer in one hand and a championship belt in the other. This was Tristan “I had a boner once” Johnson. He didn't look too happy with me barging in on him the way I did. I didn't care. It’d take him forever to get up with his fat ass. I was sure he’d have to stop for a breather at least three times before he even stood up. That was plenty of time for me to take his beer and get out of dodge without taking any damage. Go me, right? Of course that was before the room actually hit me. If Insane clown posse was a room, this would be it. I felt like I’d stepped into a rotting asshole and was breathing in what had to be gonorrhea. It was fucking disgusting to be quite honest. I’d never wanted to kill myself until that very moment. I went from being happy go lucky to just wanting life to be over so that I’d be out of the room, but something told me that the room would follow me.

He didn't even look at me though. His eyes were glued to the stripper who danced on the table. Ona scale from zero to nine with zero being still ugly and a day drinking Sunday where you drink too much but she still looks like a walking shit bucket filled with tampons, but you don't care anymore and nine being an old homeless lady who breathed hepatitis and depression, she was a nine. She danced for this fat fuck with her hips swaying while still trying desperately to hold her maxi pad in the black thong that hung loosely from her ass. No she wasn't on her period. This was for the puss that often dripped down from her lady parts like a river of noxious diarrhea.

“What the hell, man? How can you watch that shit?!” I asked, not even attempting to take any of his beer or various other things to get sky high with.

And thats when he finally noticed me standing there with my mouth open like a fucking idiot. That had to be the most disgusting thing I'd ever seen. I actually puked in my mouth.

“What the fuck do you want?” He asked.

I honestly had no answer to that question. I just wanted this to all be over but the pure disgust of seeing that stripper had taken all thought from my body.

“I...Uh…..I…..Uh. What the fuck man?” I managed to say.

And the my lights went totally off. I woke up to an empty hallway, laying on a door. That big son of a bitch must have knocked me straight through that solid wood door as if I were a child. I had no idea showing it'd been. The room was empty as far as I could tell. That dude may be fat as hell but fucking hell he’s strong as a fucking ox. I didnt know if I’d broken every bone in my body. I couldnt move. And that damn ringing bell just wouldnt go away.

I layed there for a long time just staring at the red light from the camera. I knew it would be broadcasting all over the SWAT arena on that particular night and I had to get up. I tried but couldnt. My body just wouldn't cooperate.

“WEll fuck. Looks like Ole Antonio Confefe the XHWFCW B-Crown champion might just get off tonight. Aint no way in hell I’m leaving this joint without shoving that fucking nerds calculator up his ass. Not without making that ignorant virgin look like a fucking fool in there. You know he’s a virgin. He looks like the type of son of a bitch who is allergic to vagina. Well...Maybe he aint allergic. Maybe he just thinks it’s icky. Who in the hell knows. All I know is I’m gonna shove that calculator he keeps in his shirt pocket up his ass and then push it further in with my right foot. And if anybody gets in my way to try and stop me, they’re gonna get their heads knocked clean off their fucking shoulders. Now I know I dont look too hot right about now. Feels like I got hit by a fucking truck. It wasnt a truck. It was just some fatass on steroids and rank pussy. But I’ll get getting up shortly. And when I do, I’m coming for that smiling nerd. That guy just annoys the fuck out of me.” I said as I lay there in a daze.

I tried as hard as I could and managed to move the pinky toe on my right foot. Ok. So I wasn't dead or paralyzed. Go me, right? Right. Go me. Fuck Trever Jones, that fucking rat bastard. I had to get up. I wasn't about to let Antonio Confefe off. He'd be getting it..and by it, I mean my dick...across his face.

I got up, stretched and bent over to pick,up the camera. It was still going. The whole world saw all of it. That was cool. Chicks dig black eyes and I was sure to have one. That fucking Jones guy hit like a dump Truck.

I eventually found a small corner I could rest in. I had a match coming up against a couple of nobodies who could barely wipe their own asses and of course Albert Caffery, the networks most likely to get a dick to the teeth champion, I mean Z-crown champion. I didn't need to be at one hundred percent to slap my nutsack against that dudes chin.

“To whom it may concern. And by that I mean the nerd running around with that douchebag smile across his face. I know you're happy right now. I bet having your hand raised for that F-Crown championship was the best day of your life since you won that math contest or whatever it obviously was. Me? I'd picked the first time I found out what getting a blowjobs feels like but that just me. I'm the kind of guy who likes the finer things in life. Good food, getting good head, and nose candy. When all three meet, it's pure heaven. It really is. But that's not the nerd things to do, are they? No. I suppose they ain't.

It don't matter though. What matters is that you gotta defend your pride and joy against yours truly and a couple of no talent cum stains that should have been swallowed. It is what it is. I'd much prefer to see only you across that ring from me. The less people the better. Why? It's simple really. It'd let me focus on shoving whatever nerdy bullshit you carry around up your ass without anyone getting in my way. It don't really matter though cause I will be doing exactly that anyway, it just might take a few seconds longer is all. You have to understand that it doesn't matter who is put in my way, my nutsack will be bouncing off your chin like a two dollar whore on a Saturday night.

I know you just won that strap not too long ago. But I'll be taking it from you later tonight. Just think. You're a smart guy. What would it mean if I took that strap from you in my debut match? You know it'd mean a lot. It'd mean the world and would truly be quite the shocker to this network. It wouldn't be a shock to me. No. I've been kicking teeth down nerds throats since I was a baby just learning how to walk. I know. I know. You're all wondering why I would be talking about Andrew Caffery and his belt. It's simple. It has to be defended every thirty days or some shit. So he has to do it tonight. And I'm getting in on it. The losers of this network let that nerd walk around for too long. That shit ends tonight.”

“I've been looking for you all night!” I heard a sultry voice from my right.

It was the hot bitch from earlier. The one who slapped me. I guess she changed her mind. Lucky me. Check one for the black eye.

“Hey momma! You wanna let me lick that butthole?” I asked with a grin.

Her head nodded. Looks like It getting it in before getting it in. Yaaas.

“Shit. I knew you were dtf, momma.” I grinned widely.

“I've been trying to get that bulge in your pants out of my mind all night.” She told me while licking her lips.

What happened after? Well that ain't fit for t.v..

End.

[ManMountainFierce]

The following was recorded in an undisclosed holler in West Virginia, prior to the Anzac Cup. James is enjoying a sip of the sweet, sweet honey dew. 

Square peg, round hole.

Misfits.

A joke.


Paul, I sit here today knowing that I am going to hurt you. I know that you envision yourself as a main player, but I'm sorry big man, that's just never been the case. You never seemed to understand your true role. You were supposed to be the supporting cast, not the lead.  The sidekick. 


But no, you couldn't see that.


The Kross Global Bandits?


What the hell does that even mean?


Again, square peg, round hole. That's dead. It's buried. It's no more.


Kross is gone. Deleted. No more. 


Global?  Really Suit? Global? The KGB only held relevance for a short span when I was the king of the pile in the land of Hardkore and running roughshod in the Caribbean territory. That's it. The global was me. I was the gold standard. 


Bandits. Meh, I'll take it... but if I'm not mistake... as 20 years is a long time, bandits was MY contribution. 


The Kross Global Bandits are dead...


Long live the KGB.



And it seems that the others.... those that matter that is... agree with my thinking. 



The days of the afterthoughts like Tong and Dong being in the KGB are over.  


But then again... what do I know?


I'm just Fierce.

[SWAT Team]

["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, and Palm Springs, California, weighing in at a combined 462 pounds, they are 110% SYBERUS and "Devilishly Handsome" JONNIE VALENTINE... THEEEEEEEE STTTYYYYYLISTICSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : The Stylistics are back for round two, and we’re looking at a rematch of their epic tables, ladders and chairs match a few weeks ago.

Andrew Fulton : After annihilating their opening round opponents, the International Champion and the former SWAT World Champion have to be feeling pretty good about themselves.

Jeremy Tucker : They’ve got a real test ahead of ‘em, though!

[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.]

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!!!

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.

Andrew Fulton : No love lost between these two teams as Trent and Eddie look ready to rip their opponents’ heads off! They knocked off the SWAT Tag Team Champions in the most impressive bout of the first round, and with over two hundred pounds of a weight advantage, you have to like their chances!

Jeremy Tucker : Look at Valentine, though. You can tell he wants the champion and an opportunity to get his gold back.

Andrew Fulton : A win here tonight would certainly help his case! It looks like Valentine is starting… but Eddie D’s going to step in instead! There’s the bell!

Jeremy Tucker : Valentine with the misdirection… inside cradle!

….1!

….2!

Andrew Fulton : Valentine almost steals it right of the opening bell with the inside cradle! Eddie D looks pissed to have gotten played like that, kicking out with authority! Eddie’s on top now, raining down punches on his smaller opponent. Valentine’s got a foot on the bottom rope, so Eddie’s gotta get off of him, but he’s gonna keep raining down those punches!

...1!

...2!

...3!

...4!

Jeremy Tucker : Eddie doing what he does best, taking full advantage of the referee’s count to keep punching away at Valentine there! I don’t think he’s ever met a rule he couldn’t stretch!

Andrew Fulton : But I bet he couldn’t stretch down to his toes! He picks up Valentine and throws him into a corner. Tag is made, and Eddie’s got him in a full nelson while Trent gives him a hard uppercut! Took that one right on the kisser!

Jeremy Tucker : Good teamwork from the Brothers of Anarchy, a newer team that formed to get their hands on the Stylistics, and in the early-goings they’ve cut Valentine off from his partner. Valentine is crawling towards his corner, but Trent’s locked in a sleeper! If he just gets those massive legs around Valentine, he’s got the Lights Out Mfer!

Andrew Fulton : He needs to get that hold locked in after he and Eddie went to war with the tag champs earlier! Valentine’s resourceful though, somehow getting back to his feet with the big man on his back! He runs to the outside, crashing down and taking the big man with him! The referee begins his count as his crowd roars for Valentine!

...1!

Eddie D hops off of his corner to check in on his partner, and then realizes the opportunity to pick at Valentine further. He grabs Valentine and is looking for that brainbuster on the outside!

...2!

Andrew Fulton : Syberus has had enough of this, running in and knocking Eddie off his feet with a discus clothesline! The fans pop for him as he and Valentine get Trent up and suplex him to the floor!

...3!

Jeremy Tucker : That’s one way to get the three hundred plus pounder off his feet! They’re not done, eyeing up those steel steps!

Andrew Fulton : Syberus and Valentine have Trent back up… and BAM! The world champion goes crashing off that hardened steel! The crowd is eating this up as this team is rolling here!

...4!

Jeremy Tucker : These two might go all the way through and take home the ANZAC Cup for themselves. It’s hard to see what they’re about to do to Eddie… Syberus has him up, and is playing traffic cop for Valentine! Valentine charges… and shoulder blocks the ringpost!

….5!

Andrew Fulton : Eddie managed to dodge out of the way in time! Syberus looks at him, but Eddie charges and shoulder blocks Syberus into the first row! Holy hell what an impact!

….6!

Jeremy Tucker : The crowd’s on their feet, as they need to be! Clean-up on aisle one! Eddie’s over checking in on his partner now as the count continues to climb. Both Valentine and Trent are legal and need to make it back into the ring.

….7!

Andrew Fulton : It’d be a shame if his match ended on a count-out, but that’s what we’re looking at here! Valentine is still down and grabbing his shoulder after colliding with that metal post, and Trent Jones is only now getting up after his own collision! Both of these teams are going to be worse for wear if they survive this match!

….8!

Jeremy Tucker : That would mean good things for K-Jax and L-Box and the Maski Bois, who’ll be in action next for in their quarterfinal match-up! Eddie’s gotten his partner back up, and Trent’s urging him to get back into the ring now! Eddie comes back into the ring, meanwhile Valentine’s pulling himself up, using the apron to find himself…

….9!

Andrew Fulton : ...he’s in! Valentine’s back in the ring and these two men lock up in the center of the ring, both looking for control and to take charge in this match. Eddie sends Valentine off the ropes, but Valentine delivers a sunset flip, pinning his shoulders down to the mat!

...1!

...2!

Jeremy Tucker : Eddie kicks out! Trent was thinking about coming into the ring and making the save, but Eddie survives Valentine again. Valentine’s a sharp wrestler, knowing what he has to do to get the win when he can. It’s this ability that made him the world champion not too long ago.

Andrew Fulton : You have to wonder if any doubt’s starting to get to him though, Jerry! The longer he goes without that championship, the longer it sits around the giant shoulder of Trent Jones, the more that has to weigh on him. He’s even back up to his feet now and you can see him trying to figure out how to put Eddie away here.

Jeremy Tucker : Valentine’s got him up… and northern lights suplex from Valentine! He holds the bridge, and that might’ve been exactly what he was looking for! The ref counts!

….1!

….2!

Andrew Fulton : Two! Just two as Trent Jones does come back into the ring this time to save his partner, who needs a tag in the worst way! After kicking Valentine in the ribs, he’s looking for that superman punch, but the referee is telling him to get out of the ring!

Jeremy Tucker : Can’t be in there all day! But wait… what’s Eddie doing? Eddie’s claiming he got poked in the eye by Valentine! He’s holding his eye up and screaming out in pain, and the referee looks like he’s going for it! Valentine didn’t do a damn thing to that eye!

Andrew Fulton : He’s manipulating the ref to get what he wants! Valentine’s pleading his case, but the ref’s too busy checking that eye out! Trent sneaks in from behind, kicking Valentine below the belt! This crowd did NOT like that one bit!

Jeremy Tucker : Syberus is back up and screaming at the referee, but he didn’t see it! Trent’s ducked out of the ring, and Eddie D falls onto Valentine for the cover!

...1!

…2!

Andrew Fulton : ...Valentine gets a shoulder up! Valentine breaks out but Trent quickly locks back on a chinlock, cutting Jonnie off from his partner! Syberus is reaching out, but Valentine’s too far away! He begins banging his foot on the ring steps to get the crowd to start clapping along for Valentine!

Jeremy Tucker : This crowd is on their feet, clapping along to get Jonnie back into this! He gets back up to his feet, firing back with a left, and then a right… Trent locks him up and lifts him up for a powerbomb, but Valentine slams him down to the mat with a DDT!

Andrew Fulton : Both men are down, center of the ring! They’re both crawling to their corners… Syberus tags in first! He charges over to the opposing corner, knocking Eddie D off the apron and waiting for Trent to make it back to his feet!

Jeremy Tucker : The tides are turning! This crowd is coming alive as Syberus waits for Trent… and snapmare! Snapmare again! A third snapmare! Syberus is snapmaring the hell out Trent right now, looking like someone spamming moves in a video game!

Andrew Fulton : I’m dizzy watching these two! Trent’s down, but Syberus is back up and clearly woozy on his feet! Eddie slides in the jar of mayo to his partner, and then rolls into the ring!

Jeremy Tucker : Trent’s been talking about using that jar as a weapon! The referee goes to stop Eddie from invading, but Valentine rushes in and nails him with the Picture Perfect Dropkick, sending both he and Eddie to the floor!

Andrew Fulton : Referee’s distracted… Trent swings with that jar, but Syberus kicks him in the gut and spikes him into the mat with the Pure Confidence 110%! The cover and the count!

....1!

....2!

….3!!!!!!

Frank Salazar: Here are your winners, the team of ‘Devilishly Handsome’ Johnnie Valentine and 110% Syberus… THEEEEEE STTTTYYYYLLLLLLLLLISTICCCCCCCSSSSSSS!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Whoah! A huge win for the Stylistics as they knock off another champion here tonight! Syberus is the only champion left in this whole tournament!

Andrew Fulton : And he just pinned our World Champion! What does this mean for him going forward? Is this going to create some jealousy between him and Valentine? Valentine’s been clamouring for a rematch, but after a big win like this, you have to wonder if Syberus might be in line for a shot at Trent on his own!

Jeremy Tucker : We’ll have to see what happens as the ANZAC Cup keeps rolling on, following that impressive win from the Society of the New Breed over the Brothers in Anarchy!

[Lucky Linda]

A brand new red Ferrari pulls into the Rod Laver Arena garage and out steps a long pair of stockings and a flashy red set of Christian Louboutin shoes, and as the lady gets out of the Ferrari, we see it is Sue ‘from accounting’. The crowd pop a little. Sue smiles and heads down the hallway and into the Amazons locker room where we see Lucky Linda La Fey now wearing a green themed ring gear kit for the upcoming semi final match.

“Top of the morning to you Linda” Sue greets her friend, Linda looks at her watch seeing its well into the evening and smiles friendly at Sue.

“Well look at you. You look like a million dollars Sue.”

“Several million actually, and all thanks to you and that lottery ticket you gave me. You sure were not joking when you said your spidey senses were tingling when you purchased it.” Sue looks truly grateful

“You deserve it. That was some ordeal you went through being abandoned in that pit. Now you can move forward and past this whole mess.” Linda finishes strapping a wrist.

“That’s the plan, but first, I wanted to give you something.” Sue reaches into her new Saint Laurent De Jour carry all bag and pulls out a chq. She then hands the chq to Linda. “This is for you. “

“Sue. This is not needed.” Replies Linda. The shot shows it’s a two million dollar chq made out to Linda La Fey. “I don’t want your money. I want MY money. My money that SWAT and Zoran Sainovic have withheld from me.”

“Please, take it. Without you buying the ticket I would never have won to begin with.” Sue pushes it back towards Linda.

“No. Seriously Sue, I have won multiple lotteries, and I do not need the money. The thing with Sainovic and my two million is it is personal. He is running around the entire SWAT and XHF network like some King, and with MY money, and I will not stand for it!” Linda is getting worked up.

“Well, if you ever need anything, and I mean anything. You let me know. I will forever be in your gratitude Linda.” Sue takes a seat down beside Linda.

“I have an idea.” Linda says, rubbing her chin with her finger. “You know, ever since Joe Pesci was exiled buy Radu, and all his shares dispersed on the stock market, there is a vacuum of stake holders, they are spread long and wide and .... well ... what if you were to purchase a chunk? Then YOU would be HIS boss.” Linda smiles at Sue.

“Me?” replies Sue. “Zoran’s boss? I don’t think I won enough to buy the entire fed.”

“You don’t have to buy the lot, just a chunk and you would be one of the majority share holders.” Linda’s mind is ticking over here.

“I don’t know Linda, he is a very scary and dangerous man, I don’t want to cross him.” Sue replies.

“What could he do? You would be HIS boss and he would answer to YOU!” Linda is nodding, it all makes sense to her.

“It sure would be good telling HIM what to do.” Replies Sue, grinning and rubbing her hands together. “How about this Anzac Cup, I see you have made it through to the semi finals, well done.”

“Half way there my friend. Two down, two to go.” Linda cracks her neck. “Last match was tougher than I thought it would have been, Hayden Callahan is one hell of a wrestler, and Anthony Caffrey, we found out he isn’t the X Crown Champion for nothing.”

“Still wasn’t enough for them to get past the SWAT Classic though.” States Sue. “Did Anthony Caffrey decline your challenge for an X Crown shot?”

“I believe he did. Well, that’s for another time, I see he has got his hands full with a 5 way match up later tonight, and I have my hands more than full, with next round, and the KGB. Joanne Canelli and Frostbite.” Linda stares into the camera. “Joanne! You and I have been around and around, and somehow, you still hang onto that Amazons Gold. Frostbite. You came in here to SWAT guns blazing, on a mission. You wanted to redeem yourself for being publically called out by members of this company, and you did that. You fought hard, week in week out, then, you went and joined the KGB, swerving the world. We all thought you had sold out, and it turns out now, you were in for the long haul, I can just picture you now whispering in Canelli’s and Timeless’ ear on how soft Paul had gotten. Getting Fierce in on it, that was some coo. Bravo. Thing is though, that’s only got you half way to the through this mighty Anzac Cup. Standing in your way now, SWAT Classic. Radu Matei, the Unbreakable One. And little old Me.”

“Lucky Linda La Fey.” Linda grins. “So KGB. Unless there is some miracle planned, and Radu is about to join you clowns, which I highly doubt happening, how are you going to get past US? That’s right, I’m calling it like I see it. You guys are one trick ponies, and I am going to enjoy every moment of running through you punks. See you in the ring, your luck just ran out!”