Battleground #28 : Whatever It Takes (Show)

[Dave D-Flipz]

*The haunting vocal intro for "The Hard Sell" by Coheed and Cambria hits the speakers and Death Trap steps onto the SWAT stage in his wrestling tights and a DT Main Attraction t-shirt with his MCCW World Heavyweight Championship title around his waist. He smirks and looks around the crowd as they cheer voraciously. DT heads to the ring high fiving the fans as he goes. He rolls into the ring and is tossed a mic as the music fades.*

: "I want to first and foremost apologize to you all SWAT faithful."

*The crowd begins to murmur about what he means*

: "I want to apologize because apparently I upset your ‘top star’ with my earnest heartfelt beliefs about being a good person. I want to apologize because apparently you all would rather here a man talk about his own talk show from before the XHF Network era and how he ate bugs and spun wheels and ate mops and such. You all need to hear how he wanted to reboot his failed show for you all and didn’t even get a Philly celebrity on the show. Hell I’m sure Seth Dillinger could have come out and the banter alone would have been glorious. I apologize. Because I didn’t know you all DIDN’T want to resolve an open thread from the LAST time Caffrey addressed me. You all DIDN’T care about Death Trap as a person and how his family has adapted to being dragged into his wrestling career by Zoran and Caffrey. God forbid someone show a bit of character that isn’t in line with the desires of the X*Crown Champ."

*he bows his head and nods*

: "And I apologize because after the main event tonight, you will not be seeing that title mask or crown or whatever for a while. I also want to apologize because apparently you are getting Death Trap at less than the top of his game. Yes according to the great purveyor of wisdom Anthony Caffrey, DT is on the decline. Yes I am 40 and apparently father time has come for me as well."

*The crowd again begin to murmur about what DT is after*

: "Meanwhile Anthony Caffrey is at the top of his game. Ignore the bum shoulder he can’t use to life people, ignore the equally frightening history of concussions. Ignore that this was meant to be his last run and only came about because retirement didn’t get him enough attention. He is at the TOP of his game. And hey he’s the X*Crown champ so who am I to argue that? But for someone at the top of his game you sure did lay out a bunch of ready-made excuses for when I beat you. ‘Well my bum shoulder was an easy target. Well he is so much bigger than me, stronger than me, more experienced than me, look at his heavy hands! How could I compete?’"

*DT smirks and lets the words sink in with the crowd.*

: "It’s the oldest trick in the book, you build me up so you can look better breaking me down. Look what an advantage I had and you still came out better. When you lose there’s all the excuses. An iron man match gives me too many chances to use my size, my stamina, my strength. It was unfair to you really. If you beat me Caff? No excuses. Like I said I will admit you outwrestled me and I will absolutely shake your hand provided you can do it with honor. And I am willing to give you that chance because despite my harping on you … I want you to change. But the thing is … even if I’ve declined in some sense, as you so elegantly stated I have changed my game in other ways. I’ve STAYED on top for this long for a reason. Whatever level my game is at now? It’s still better than your game. I address my weaknesses and continue to become more well-rounded and efficient in the ring."

*He begins to walk around the ring as he talks to the crowd*

: "Meanwhile, you covered up for your flaws with numbers and dirty tactics. So you can excuse me if I wait for proof of your game being so good. Prove me wrong. Please do, because then at least the Crown is in good hands. But from what I’ve seen it’s the same Caffrey as always just with a new shiny paint job. You’re all about the fast results and self-gratification. You ‘flipped a switch’ and became better. You got cheered once and thought, ‘well I need that now.’ But building respect and trust take time and people don’t change overnight. And that’s what you wanted, the overnight flip. You found cheering agreeable to you and now you want to do whatever it takes to get it. Fine. Honestly I understand. It took me YEARS to learn that and then build the trust with these fans so they cheer me even here in SWAT. Even here in Dallas."

*He pauses for the cheap pop as DT chants start up.*

: "But if you really want them to respect you, cheer you the way they do me? You need to stop the classic Caffrey punching down at those you feel are ‘beneath’ you. It’s what you always do. You couldn’t even go two promos at me before going back on your own words building me up as this threat you need to take seriously to suddenly being a joke. MCCW doesn’t matter? No it doesn’t matter TO YOU because you aren’t there. You constantly talk down at us but why not actually come see a show for yourself. Hell why not grab a partner and come guest appear against Top of the Class? Before you belittle us because we haven’t had the X*Crown you need to remember there are limited chances to win it and only one can win it at any time. Having the X*Crown isn’t REQUIRED to make a fed good and respected. J-Rok has been around WAY longer and never won but people show it the respect it deserves. It took SWAT until Zoran to get hold of it. But go ahead keep showing that ‘becoming’ is the key word in becoming a better man."

*He twirls the microphone in thought with a look of disgust on his face*

: "You can call MCCW out all you want. Or talk about my End of Days tournament. If it WAS weak it’s only because everyone else didn’t want to be bothered. And I’ve proven time and again that I could have won it against ANYONE. But for someone so obsessed with me focusing on you instead of my family at the rest home, or my partner in MCCW, or my hat … you sure do love talking about all of that yourself. But you want my attention SOLELY on you so be it. Your heart is still full of bile and malice. Even when getting the crowd on your side you still spit fire at anyone who tries to step up to you. It’s all about being superior to everyone for you Caff. The fans cheering you? Well isn’t that spitting in Zoran’s face, or the rest of SWAT that they’d warm up to you so quickly. Even as you rip the fed you claim to love apart for not stepping up at Call to Arms. Even as you say you are dedicated to helping SWAT grow and loving it the way you once cared for AXW. Tough love is one thing but you berated people because it made you look bad representing SWAT if the best and brightest couldn’t be bothered to also do it."

*He steps right up to the ropes and leans over to get close to the camera*

: "I don’t need to be in a dick measuring contest with you over who is the better man Caffrey. I don’t need to use this match as a proving ground. I already KNOW I’m a better man than you. But this is a wrestling match not the goddamned Nobel Peace Prize committee. I’m not after awards. They’re nice and all, don’t get me wrong … other wrestlers supporting me as a role model for my personality and outside the ring good deeds and such. But it isn’t why I do this. I’m not after a trophy calling me nice. I’m building a lasting legacy, backing up my words with actions, and giving every bit of me to these people."

*Cheers erupt again as he points at the crowd.*

: "That’s what I’m about. I’m not out here trying to make you look bad or put words in your mouth, they’ve always been there Caff. You just seem to be unable to stop spitting them out. It’s called self-awareness. What do you want out of this Caffrey? I’m here because I want to be. I love doing this, win or lose. I love being entertaining and giving my energy to helping these people forget the troubles of life for a short while. I can donate money and use my soapbox here to talk about change and such. But as one man, a wrestler, there’s not a whole lot I can personally do other than keep talking, keep donating, and keep offering myself to them as long as they want to see me. You tried to retire, you stepped away, because you didn’t want to rehab an old shoulder injury. You got pissed at the world for not giving you what you wanted and said it wasn’t worth it. And then when you came back it was to prove your own superiority, revenge on those you felt betrayed you, getting the attention your show didn’t garner. You couldn’t stand being a failure so you fell back on something you had. Me?"

*he points to himself and straightens up*

: "They dragged me kicking and screaming into retirement. XHF closed and there was nobody who would sign me. My concussions were too damning to me. But as soon as I found doctors to help and clear me I was right back here again using my clout to help a company in its infancy. I admit, we love to piss you off with the AXW comments but let’s be frank for a second. AXW died because they couldn’t get people to fill the roster and put in the work. And blaming the guy on top for being too good or too dirty to feel you had a chance to win is a bad look. Did it contribute to the demise? Sure. But no you didn’t kill your beloved AXW. As for MCCW, well you seem to think I’m killing it but its reputation and attention on the network has never been higher. I used my notoriety to bring it into the spotlight and its crew and roster are keeping it there. The fact that I have benefitted from it is amazing but I never intended to be back here on the global stage on top of the world. It was always about giving back. But MCCW got my fire going again. I WANT to be here, I WANT to wrestle and entertain. Can you say the same? Maybe …"

*He backs off the ropes and steps to the center of the ring.*

: "But you asked me a question and it’s rude to leave it unanswered. What will I do if I don’t tap? Well I find a way out of the hold Caff. Ankle locks are mid-tier at best to escape from, you leave too many limbs free. A good technician can find a way out. And if you get me on one good ankle? Or zero? I keep going. Always. I keep … going. And what do you do when you’ve GOTTEN me on those bad ankles and your main weapon is proven ineffective? What do you do when a hobbled ‘old man’ won’t let you get a point? And gets to you? How do you deal with DT when he gets that second or third wind? Past history says you get angry, you get malicious, you prove to everyone here you haven’t got this good guy schtick down. And then you see me close the door on your title reign and go back to my ‘not good enough’ fed with my ‘not good enough’ tag partner to celebrate with my ‘not good enough’ hometown. And I close my eyes on a restful sleep … with 2 titles on my dresser."

*He soaks in the crowd noise and leans his head back with his eyes closed patting his world title. He then looks back at the camera*

: "See if you did your research the way you said you’d know closing has NEVER been my problem. When you’ve had a career as long as mine with as many big matches you are gonna lose a few. Yes I lost the Supremacy main event and the rumble but otherwise I’ve been winning big matches and titles this whole time. If you really followed me you’d know my issue is always the follow-up, when the adrenaline and victory high wear off. But that doesn’t apply to tonight. I can sort that out once I’ve closed on you."

*He points to the camera as the crowd goes nuts wanting this match now!*

: "I only need to close one thing tonight Anthony. I place my arm around your neck, your arm under my other arm, and I close your carotid artery. JUST long enough to put you to sleep. One. That’s all it’s going to take."

*The low intro to “The Hard Sell hits as DT steps out of the ring and drops to the floor and looks around the arena*

: "I’d make some closing remarks about death traps being sprung and main attractions showing or some catchphrase but … I wouldn’t wanna disappoint you by ‘closing’ early now would I?"

*He tosses the mic over his head and holds his title in the air as we fade on him moving up the ramp to the cheers of the crowd.*

[thecomedian]

<We fade in to "The Golden God" Rally Jackson at his computer in the dressing room area.>

Rally Jackson:  Wait there was one more thing I forgot to tell Tux.

<Rally starts to sign i to his skype account.>  

Rally Jackson:  Hold on the year is 2020.

<Rally signs in to his Zoom account.  He sends an "invite" to Tuxedo Mask.>

Tuxedo Mask:  Yea Rally?

Rally Jackson:  I almost forgot....

Tuxedo Mask:  I can't hear you, I think you're on mute.

Rally Jackson:  ::pulling out a pair of thongs::  Back when I was messing with Team Fairtex' bags....

Tuxedo Mask:  Maybe I'm on mute.  Rally can you hear me?

Rally Jackson:  Well I found out their wives were wrestlers too.  A tag team called the Hired Killers.

Tuxedo Mask:  How do I share my screen?  Do you know how to share your screen?

Rally Jackson:  It's convenient I know.  A male tag team where each member is married to the two females in a female tag team.  

Tuxedo Mask:  Rally you're going in and out.  Speak closer to the monitor maybe?

<Rally ignores Tux and starts smelling the ass crack sides of the two thongs.>

Rally Jackson:  Smells like lonely wives.  And I know the irony of a dude named Thong Fairtex that has a wife that likes to wear thongs.

Tuxedo Mask:  Well what else is she going to wear, granny panties?  

<Rally ends the zoom call.>

Rally Jackson:  That's right Fairtex boys, we took your titles, fucked with your bags, now I am doing unspeakable things to your significant others' undergarments.  And the way I was wearing them around my head earlier like an N 95 mask?  That's how we're going to wear you out tonight.

<Rally puts the thongs away and pulls out his newly won title.>

Rally Jackson:  Now the next order of business.  It seems with this title, I get to name it anything I want.  ::patting the belt::  This title has a long storied history.  Syberus called it the National Title.  The guy before him...... called it something stupid.  And the guy even before that...... called it something even more stupid.

Now it's my turn.

Since everyone in this fucking SWAT company likes to body shame me, now it's payback.  This new title.... going forward will be called the Ultra Mega Heavyweight Championship and it comes with two stipulations.....

::holding up a 1 with his finger::

First you must either be 300 pounds to challenge for this title or pay a $300 fee to my charity, the Rally Jackson Prostitute Debt...... ::makes air quotes as he says this:: 
"Fund."

::holds up two fingers now::

And second, this shit don't fit around my waist.  So I am enacting a clause that adds twelve inches to the belts waistline.  This will make things snug, but I can make it fit.

Tuxedo Mask:  ::coming back on the Zoom call::  Ok I rejoined from my cell phone, see if this comes in better.  So you wanted to go over strategy for the match?

Rally Jackson:  We're just going to kick them where their dicks used to be.

::addressing the camera now::

Now Eddie D is requesting some sort of payment for his services.  Now Eddie I know I owe you, I owe you a LOT.  We had come to terms and agreed upon a price that both parties felt satisfied with.  Here's the problem.

When I agreed upon a price to pay for sex with your mother you told me she was a ten!!!  You lied buddy.  She's the type of hooker I only pay for when all my regulars have a restraining order on me.

She didn't give me the girlfriend experience..... she kept pushing me away when I tried to take the ass..... and she refused to shower before our appointment.

I feel we maybe need to renegotiate our price man!

Tuxedo Mask:  ::does the hand raise emoji on Zoom::  Was it a binding contract?

<Fade.>

[edwarddubin0604]

(The Hired Killers are waiting in front of a shower door their arms crossed as their husbands Team Fairtex are getting their newly purchased ring gear on. The door opens and Team Fairtex exits satisfied as their wives turn towards them. The expressions and the way they are banging and rubbing their fists in their palms shows how serious they are going into their tag team championship match.)

Jade: "Now about our problem."

Tong Fairtex: "If you mean The KGB we'll handle Turner and Roxylishus when the time truly comes and when the conditions are right."

Jade: "When will that be."

Tong Fairtex: "When the promoters make the match we'll give them what they deserves. Right now we have a match....No make that a real good beat down to give to Society of the New Breed."

Phantam Fairtex: "A real good beat down."

Kim: "You going to give them a beat down now."

Phantam Fairtex: "When the time comes right now Rally Jack shit and Tuxedo Mask need to be taught a lesson. They even insulted your honor by showing soiled panties that don't even belong to you."

Kim: "He did that."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah he's so stupid that he cried self righteous ignorance that you weren't wrestlers."

Kim: "Is that true."

(Phantam pulls out his iPad and turns it on and replays the promo.)

Tong Fairtex: "There's your proof positive."

Kim: "That's the way he wants to play. He's messing with the wrong mechanics and these fixers are going to send a message that you don't fuck with us."

Tong Fairtex: "Don't worry you remodel their locker room and we'll beat them down. Believe me Rally's going to really enjoy the beat down we give him and he'll be screaming like a pig while we continue to beat him down and humiliate him while Tuxedo cries and pleads with us to stop."

Phantam Fairtex: "Which we won't until those SWAT World Tag Team Championships are back with us."

Tong Fairtex: As well as the other championship belt he holds and believe us. We're going to come after you Rally weight limit or not and we're going to take it no matter what you say. In fact, we have a real name for that championship and it's not Mega Weight or whatever....."

(The door opens just as The Hired Killers finish placing silencers on their Glocks and Vampira and Psychotic Goth enter.)

Tong Fairtex: "What do you want."

Psychotic Goth: "We've come to forgive you for your sin against us. Since you were forced out of The KGB I decided to remove the curse on you and all shall be forgiven. All you have to do is apologize and forgiveness is complete."

(The Hired Killers and Team Fairtex sigh and look at each other and apologize to Psychotic Goth and Vampira.)

Psychotic Goth: "Then by the dark powers you are forgiven Team Fairtex. Now I want my championship back and I shall stalk whoever has it until it's return to me."

Jade: "Unfortunately Rally has your championship and he's turned it into a joke."

(Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient dialect swearing what sounds like revenge.)

Vampira: "What is my husband's title called now."

Phantam Fairtex: "The Mega Weight Title and you have to be over three hundred pounds to challenge for the championship."

Vampira: "The Mega Weight Title. Rally dares to call my husband's Hardcore Championship for no talent wrestlers in sumo suits and overweight fat guys in thongs. Then again those are the types Rally likes to make love to anyway so it's appropriate."

Psychotic Goth: "HE SHALL DIE FOR HIS SIN!"

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah he screwed Eddie D. so join the line of people including his whores in wanting to beat him down."

Vampira: "I'll join you in the bloodbath. Even better let's make Society of the New Breed's curse even more painful and leave them wishing they hadn't messed with us."

Psychotic Goth: "I'm going to enjoy making Rally suffer even more as well as seeing Tuxedo Mask's blood run as we slice him to shreds."

(He laughs and roars demonically before leaving and The Hired Killers leave with them Glocks at the ready.)

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah Rally you really made plenty of friends having screwed Eddie D., Psychotic Goth and don't forget us. You better have eyes in the back of your head or even better your crotch because you may even get beaten down by everyone and not even your Society of the New Breed pals won't be able to save you as you squeal for your life. Let's just say we're going to dishonor you and even better we'll make sure you eat your own shit."

Phantam Fairtex: "Even better Psychotic Goth will do it and he'll make sure the carnage is just that carnage. That's right Rally you're going to be dead meat and the carnage we have in store for you is going to be nothing compared to the humiliation we have in store for you and Tuxedo Mask."

Tong Fairtex: "Rally you think you got into our heads but you think wrong. You're going to be the one who pays the price for your actions and maybe you'll learn you don't mess with the wrong people. As for your stipulations to defend your joke of a championship title. No one's going to pay you money and the promoter's tell you who to defend against and if you refuse you'll get stripped of the championship. Then again you probably give a cheap imitation back and keep it for yourself to where it for your whores."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah and he'll pocket all the money when he puts it on display like a john. Don't worry Rally we'll put you our of your misery and make your life even more miserable and when that happens you'll learn how others treat you like you treated them."

Tong Fairtex: "Enjoy the last moments of your title reign because it's all coming to an end tonight. Team Fairtex is the best there is and shall always will be. "Let's go. We're out of here."

Phantam Fairtex: "Right behind you.)

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

[SWAT Team]

[Master of puppets starts on the PA system. Out walks Samuel Blackstone with a huge smile on his face.]

Andrew Fulton : Honest question, Jerry. You think he’s riding the high of his recent win over Rajiv Khan… or just stoned?

Jeremy Tucker : Hard telling, not knowing, Andrew. But you can’t shake a stick at this addict’s early success here at SWAT, I can tell you that much.

Frank Salazar : Introducing our first competitor…standing at six foot four and weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds… hailing from Hawaii… SAMUEL… BLACKSTOOOOONE

[The opening of the Game’s “One Blood” hits the pa system and El Combatiente follows his manager Javier onto the stage.]

Frank Salazar : And his opponent… accompanied to the ring by Javier Nunez…standing at five foot nine and weighing in at two hundred and nineteen pounds… the luchador from Los Angeles… EL…. COMBATIENTE!

[The two look around soaking up their surroundings until El Combatiente breaks into a full sprint for the ring and slides in. Javier slowly walks to ringside and takes his position as El Combatiente stretches in the ring while keeping an eye on Blackstone.]

Jeremy Tucker : El Combatiente looks focused and ready to fight!

Andrew Fulton : He better be! Did you hear all those nasty things Blackstone said about him? I’d be ready to kick some ass, if I was El Cee!

[The bell rings to kick off the action!]

Jeremy Tucker : El Combatiente circling Blackstone as the two stare each other down.

Andrew Fulton : Interesting strategy here early, Jerry. I believe he’s trying to get the druggie dizzy!

Jeremy Tucker : I don’t. Blackstone’s had enough of the dance, he lunges at El Combatiente, but the man in the mask shows his speed ducking out of reach and rolling behind Samuel! A swift leg sweep takes Blackstone down to the mat!

Andrew Fulton : EC runs to the ropes and jumps. He leaps backward after landing both feet on the middle rope!

Jeremy Tucker : Blackstone raises his knees to spoil Combat’s early attempt at moonsault! Nunez is barking at his talent, looks like he’s scolding him for pulling the move off a touch slow.

Andrew Fulton : Tough to beat the reaction speed of an addict’s twitch response, Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : You’d know?

Andrew Fulton : I, uh… did research. She was a lost soul, and ....

[Blackstone pulls El Combatiente, who was clutching his gut while rolling over, to his feet.]

Jeremy Tucker : Blackstone sends El Combatiente stumbling backward with a strong chop to the chest! Another! Another! EC is backed into the corner and Blackstone is really opening up on him now! He’s raining down rights and lefts to the midsection of his opponent as Javier Nunez starts to complain to the ref.

Andrew Fulton : If Nunez was half as smart as he likes to think he is, he would’ve had the cartel supply him with some goodies to tempt Blackstone with… if ya catch my drift.

Jeremy Tucker : What cartel? Geez man, the ref warns Blackstone, but Samuel keeps hammering away like a man possessed! This isn’t looking great for El Combatiente early.

Andrew Fulton : Well Sam’s gotta prove to that Hawaiin drug lord that he’s worth his weight, ya know.

Jeremy Tucker : The ref finally gives up with the warnings and pulls Blackstone off his opponent. Nunez claps outside the ring to support the decision by the ref. Blackstone, not so happy with the interruption, starts berating the official.

Andrew Fulton : What if the ref is the guy who owes the drug lord that money? Ever think of that?

Jeremy Tucker : Sometimes I wonder if you ever think of the wrestling part of these shows.

Andrew Fulton : El Combatiente finds a second wind and leaps up to the middle turnbuckle!

Jeremy Tucker : That’s what you decided to finally call? I don’t- HURRICANA FROM THE MIDDLE ROPE JUST AS BLACKSTONE TURNED BACK FROM FIGHTING WITH THE REF! That’s a true veteran move right there taking advantage of that opportunity to swing momentum back his way.

Andrew Fulton : That ‘rana had so much power Blackstone rolled all the way over and back onto his feet! He’s standing in the middle of the ring like he just combined the wrong drugs!

Jeremy Tucker : El Combatiente charges his staggered opponent and sends him flying back down to the matt with a diving forearm! He picks Blackstone up by his greasy hair and whips him toward the - NO, Blackstone reverses the whip!

Andrew Fulton : And he’s running behind El Cee like he owes him money!

Jeremy Tucker : Combatiente runs up the turnbuckles and backflips over Blackstone! What a show of athleticism by the older talent! Blackstone holds both hands out and grabs the ropes to stop him from crashing into the turnbuckle. He angrily turns around to locate his opponent, but El Combatiente is right there to greet him with a stinger splash!

Andrew Fulton : El Combatiente turns his back to Blackstone, who’s slumped in the corner, and raises both arms riling up the crowd. I don’t think his manager loves the fan fair, Jerry. Nunez looks pissed motioning for Combat to get back to work on Blackstone.

Jeremy Tucker : And not for nothing! Blackstone shakes his head and crouches as El Combatiente finally turns back to face him - CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL OUTTA NOWHERE! Holy Moley that one nearly took EC’s head off!

Andrew Fulton : Blackstone goes for the pin!

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KICKOUT!

Jeremy Tucker : El Combatiente kicked out!

Andrew Fulton : That was Blackstone’s finisher!

Jeremy Tucker : True, but EC really hadn’t taken too many hits up until then. Regardless, still very impressive!

Andrew Fulton : Not to Blackstone. He’s back in the ref’s face again, motioning that he felt like the ref slow counted him.

Jeremy Tucker : I’d be focusing more on my opponent, if I were him.

Andrew Fulton : I wouldn’t kill Russains or have a Hawaiian mob boss clean up my messes, if I were him.

Jeremy Tucker : Glad you returned to true form. Funny how you didn’t mention not doing meth.

Andrew Fulton : You’re welcome.

Jeremy Tucker : Anyway, back to the action, El Combatiente slowly gets back on his feet as Blackstone finishes up his constructive criticism for our official.

Andrew Fulton : I’m sure he was very polite.

Jeremy Tucker : Blackstone turns to face his opponent, who sends a right hand at him- Blackstone blocks! He delivers a swift kick to Combat’s midsection, doubling him over...

Andrew Fulton : Looks like a piledriver incoming!

Jeremy Tucker : Sure does as Blackstone pinches EC’s head between his thighs and lifts him by the waist…

Andrew Fulton : NO FREAKING WAY!

Jeremy Tucker : El Combatiente is pulling off what I can only describe as hanging situp, using Blackstone’s shoulders like the legbar! He’s now sitting up on Blackstone’s shoulders! What a show of core strength by EC! HURRICANRANA BY COMBATIENTE!

Andrew Fulton : The luchadore runs and jumps up onto the top turnbuckle!

Jeremy Tucker : 630 by EC! Nooo!! Blackstone got the knee’s up! Amazing.

Andrew Fulton : El Combatiente clutching at his back in agony, Blackstone stomps on him, again and again and again, man, they are vicious stomps!

Jeremy Tucker : El Combatiente sweeps the legs of Blackstone and he crashes to the mat.

Andrew Fulton : Both men start making their way back to their feet, HEART PUNCH!!! Blackstone with the heart punch Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : Blackstone with the cover, he grabs the tights .....

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THRE ....



NO!!! El Combatiente rolls the shoulder. So close.

Andrew Fulton : Not close enough! Come on ref, that was THREE!

Jeremy Tucker : Both men again on their feet, El Combatiente bounces off the ropes but Blackstone with a back body drop, WOW! El Combatiente sailed with it and springboarded off the ropes and .... tornado DDT’s Blackstone.

Andrew Fulton : This man truly can fly.

Jeremy Tucker : SLICED BREAD! El Combatiente just nailed him with the Sliced Bread .... STREET JUSTICE!!! (Vertebreaker)

Andrew Fulton : Blackstone knows all about street justice Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : He does now, first hand from El Combatiente, he covers, hooks the leg ....

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THREE!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : He got him!

Jeremy Tucker : Great contest. El Combatiente continues to shine here in SWAT! He is riding high on his efforts and momentum from Call to Arms! The sky is the limit for him here in SWAT!

Andrew Fulton : And Blackstone back to the drawing board. He can make it here, he has all the tools, I look forward to seeing how he progresses here after this.

Frank Salazar : And your winner… EL COMBATIENTE!!!!

[frostbite]

Pitch black...

Three minutes later still pitch black, we hear though what sounds like rain and it is coming down very hard as it is beating up against something. Slowly the darkness comes into light as we see we are outside of the arena and we are focus on a light blue pickup truck the parking deck lights are signing right into this man's face who is sitting on the passenger side as he decides to closes his eyes once again, we go back into the darkness.

Image...

We are inside the ring as we see a large short black haired gentleman wearing a black tank top with black leather pants and black steel toe boots. The large gentleman is throwing rights and lefts with his red gloves that have spikes on them. He is throwing one second at this person head and the next minute throwing left to this person ribs, while he is doing so, blood is pouring out of this individual shot after shot. The person that is taking the blunt of those blows are Lunchbox Larry, and the man dishing out those vile shots is Lucifer. Shot after shot the blood continue to pour from his body as a sick grin comes across his lips, and after each shot the intensity appear to grow in his red eyes as he is simply loving it.

In the meantime KJAX appears out of nowhere jumping on the rather large shoulders of Lucifer, as if he is trying to pull him off of his tag team partner, he is beating Lucifer with a series of rights and lefts, but it appears to be having no effect at all, on him. Lucifer grabs KJAX by his neck as he pulls him to the ground. He takes his steel toe boots as he just kicks KJAX in his ribs several times until blood comes out of his mouth, the more blood pours from his mouth, the more sadistic Lucifer comes by laughing at it. The image soon fades out..

Pitch black once again...

Darkness once again comes back into the light as we see Lucifer sitting in this truck wearing a black tee shirt as he reaches down and picks up a pair of red gloves as he wraps it around both of his large hands. He looks at them with a sick and twisted grin coming across his lips. He pounds his fist together making sure they are tight on his hands as he goes his head as if they meet is approval. As he is focusing on what lies ahead, a tap on the window. Lucifer turns his head, as he rolls down the window.

Another rather large gentleman wearing a brown tee shirt with gray sweats and brown boots is sticking his head in, as he is looking at the man in the passenger seat with a odd look on his face.

Doomsday.. Dude we do not have all day, you know we have a match soon right. If you were going to focus on the task at hand there are locker rooms that you can do that in.

Lucifer.. It is more peaceful out here. I am picture beating the hell out of Lunchpail.

Doomsday.. That is Lunchbox. Do your homework?

Lucifer.. Okay so sorry about that. I was just picture me caving in his face. And his partner Ajax.

Doomsday.. KJAX is his partner name. Ajax is some cleaner dude. You better get your head in this match.

Lucifer.. I need to get my head in this match. For the record did you understand what they have been saying. I do not understand anything they are talking about. Have they said two words about us.

Doomsday.. They might have, but that is not the issue here? You are sitting in my truck, looking into the lights and drifting off.

Lucifer.. Look partner I am finally realize that what is the point in this. We never focus on our opponents in the past, we went out there and beat their asses. I believe we are over thinking it.

Doomsday.. You could be onto something. But we like this business evolve you can stand pat on what we did yesterday we must look ahead and beat these two if we are going to become tag team champs.

Lucifer.. I know there is a tag team title match later on. Maybe the winner of that match might have to step into the ring with the winner of our match.

Doomsday.. That could happen. Look, we want to be the tag team champs once again, and I believe we are back on that path.

Lucifer.. Come on partner, we have been beating people up the last couple of weeks because this worthless company would not put us in the piss poor tournament. They do not want us no where near those tag team titles and you know it. They rather have the two we are about to get into the ring with become the champs.

Doomsday.. You are right. This company has tried its very best to disrespect us and that is why we have given it right back to them. They are going to give us what we deserve or we will take out each and every member of that locker room until we become the tag team champs.

Lucifer jumps out of the truck.

Doomsday.. Look I get where you are coming from, I really do. These idiots that are running this company like these two because they are funny, it works around here. It will get them a pass because of it. They just might earn a shot at those tag team titles.

Lucifer., I know we are not funny. We are just two big guys that want to beat the hell out of everybody and win the tag team titles. I know that does not get over with companies anymore. You have to come up with some gimmick that catches the eye. It is about getting in the ring and putting up and good fight no more, it is become about who can look like an ass and the company loves that because it amuses them and the idiot fans.

Doomsday.. We are not here to pander to anybody. We are here to beat people up and make money and win those tag team titles it is quite a simple formula. But simple is not good enough for them.

Lucifer.. We are going to get into that ring shortly and beat these two and then sit back and watch the tag team title match. But there is some concern.

Doomsday.. And that would be?

Lucifer.. I know that want these two to win so bad and they might try something management, a face count or something I know it.

Doomsday.. If that becomes the case then we will beat everybody in that match including the ref and maybe walk into management office. I agree where you are going. No more screwing around with us.

Lucifer.. It is time to take over, and these two are going to be examples. Time to take over once and for all.

Doomsday.. It is going to happen.

The two head into the arena.

[SWAT Team]

Armand von Krauss is backstage on his cell phone as he walks through the hallways.

Armand von Krauss: I am finished with my Schwächlingswettbewerb and am ready to be picked up to begin the journey to our next destination.

Armand hangs up the phone and stops in the hallway, getting out his golden cigarette holder where he gets out an Egyptian cigarette. A road agent stops by him with a look of disgust.

Road agent: You’re not allowed to smoke in here.

Armand gives the road agent a baleful stare, lighting up a match, and putting it to the end of his cigarette to light it up. He blows smoke into the man’s face.

The road agent coughs dramatically, looking angry.

Road agent: When I tell Soutter, you’ll regret that! You’ve only had one match here! You’ll be fired quicker than shit!

Armand shrugs and blows smoke into the man’s face yet again. The road agent runs off as Armand chuckles.

Armand von Krauss: You’ll find no solace where you expect to find it, dummkopf.

Outside of the arena, Armand looks up through the glare of the sun to see the black ship slowly descending to pick him up. He blows smoke into the air with a satisfied smile, noting off too the side a skirmish has started, we close in to see the KGB ; Joanne Canelli, James Fierce, Timeless, Roxylishus and Frostbite are laying the boots to Bruno.

We see Soutter and Linda rush into the shot and make the save, the KGB begin to surround them, and Armand moves over and stands beside Soutter, the two former fed heads nod to each other and then Bruno gets back to his feet, and the KGB move off all pointing at Armand and making threatening gestures.

Jeremy Tucker : Armand showing respect to Soutter and having his back here, how about that Andrew!

Andrew Fulton : That was a BIG mistake! He will pay for crossing the Bandits, mark my words.

Jeremy Tucker : He doesn’t look too fused over it. Why didn’t they just do something then, they looked scared of him.

He and Soutter nod to each other and he moves over for the pick up. Linda and Bruno and Soutter all head back into the arena.

Andrew Fulton : Not scared Jerry, smart. Time to re evaluate and work out this new unknown is all. This isn’t going to be over until one of this lot is out of SWAT for good. The fed just isn’t big enough for The KGB and The Founder any more.

Jeremy Tucker : We’ll be right back folks.

[Justin]

It’s like that?

For real?

Okay, we can do it that way, too.

Larry and I had been pretty hyped up, right? We’d just spoken for the first time in a week and everything seemed to be coming back together for us. We’d been on the way to the staging area, ready to go out there against Satan’s Bastards and do our best not to get killed by the two biggest guys on the roster, when we got caught up in the production area.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of a closed circuit monitor showing the two of them playing grab-ass out in the parking lot in the back of a truck. Honestly, it was kind of uncomfortable. I brought Larry’s attention to what was going on on-screen and you could feel the awkwardness coming off of him in waves.

“You good, Lar?”

He took a deep breath.

“Yeah…” He wasn’t convincing. “I just… what are we even watching?”

I didn’t have a good answer for him.

And then they started talking.

I blinked, half confused and half… I don’t even know, offended? I couldn’t even put it into words without a migraine threatening to split my head in twain. I pulled Larry away from the screen as the two giant goofs fumbled and bumbled their way through what I guess was supposed to be a threatening message toward us and started looking around for a particularly familiar face.

“Have you seen Skippy tonight, Lar?”

His head shook.

“Nope, not to-”

Larry was interrupted by a voice from behind him.

“You rang?”

Skippy McScoops had materialized like some kind of journalistic djinn, microphone in hand and cameraman at the ready. It’s almost like we planned it this way, but I swear we didn’t, probably. Skippy, as you may recall, has been the only member of the SWAT press team that’s had anything to do with Larry and myself since we hit the scene a few weeks ago. As it were, Larry and I both turned out to be the loyal types, so Skippy gets the scoops as it pertains to this particular tag team tandem.

“Yeah,” I said with my best attempt to quell the shock. “Put that mic in my face and ask me a question.”

After a few moments of preparation, including relocation to the proper interview stage, our good friend Skippy did indeed ask a question and jab the microphone in my general direction.

“Skippy McScoops here, wrestling fans, and I’ve got K-JAX and Lunchbox Larry for a last minute exclusive before their match with Doomsday and Lucifer, the Satan’s Disciples! Now Kirby, have you got any last words before you go out there and-”

It was my turn to interrupt somebody. I chose Skippy.

“YA KNOW SOMETHING BIG SKIPS!”

I was fired up.

Skippy was not expecting me to yell at him.

Larry giggled.

“When I first heard that me an’ Big Lar were up against those two bike riding, Satan worshipping, marble-mouthed morons I gotta admit, I was a little worried.”

“A little worried? I heard you pissed your pants,” Skippy prodded.

I glared daggers at the diminutive correspondent.

“You can’t prove anything, Skips, besides I was wearing my yellow pants so you just shut all the way up with that bullshit please and thanks!”

“Sorry Kirb, I just-”

I interrupted. “Nope, I’m not speaking to you.”

“What? You asked me to-”

I interrupted again.

“Speak. To. Larry.”

Skippy, looking equally as off-put as confused, slowly turned to the large man holding an orange lunchbox on his other side.

“Uh, so… La-”

Much to my chagrin, the big guy had caught the interruption bug too.

“SCOOPY MCSKIPS!” He failed to contain his chuckle-fit, at first, before swallowing the silliness and continuing with an air of educated sophistication. “Before you so rudely, and inaccurately, accused my esteemed colleague of soiling himself… I believe he was going to dive into a theory I have about height and intelligence.”

I couldn’t help but look at Lar like he’d grown a second head. He noticed, but didn’t let the distraction break his character. Gotta say, I was impressed with the poise.

“You see, it’s common knowledge that the brain needs blood.” Larry pontificated. “And, as you should know, blood comes from the heart. As evidenced by the superior smarts of my short friend, the Kirbside Crap Kicker himself, it is my belief that the further away one’s head is from one’s heart… the longer it takes the blood to get to the brain… henceforth, slower thoughts.”

Scoops and I were speechless. Larry mistook our silence for confusion.

“More dumb.” His brow furrowed. Clearly, given his beliefs, he wondered why the two shorter and therefore supposedly smarter individuals weren’t following.

The nerves turned his skin shades of lobster red. He scrambled to pivot.

“AND MORE KNUCKLE SAMMIES!” He looked at me for approval. I nodded to give the poor sap reprieve. “TELL ‘EM, KIRB!”

He slapped me on the chest, I guarantee it leaves a giant bruise. I made a mental note to have a little chat with Larry about that later, he’s gonna break my collar-bone. Skippy repositioned his mic back to me, hoping with all of his journalistic might that I’d just continue the promo and not give him anymore shit.

“That’s right! Knuckle. Fuckin’. SAMMIES!”

Skippy gave a sigh of relief, Larry giggled more.

“I walked into this week not knowing if I was even gonna make it out alive. I looked at you guys and how big of a pair of beef-slappers that you obviously are, and I figured I didn’t stand a chance in the world. I knew Larry could hold his own, and I knew that I could probably keep my distance and out-stamina you, but I figured eventually one of you’d catch me and squash me like a bug, because as you so ineloquently put it before I’m the little one going into this.”

I gave a shrug, my confidence was growing by the second.

“And then you two opened those gaping holes you call mouths.”

Another shrug, machismo was dripping.

“Once I ran your English as a Fourth Language bullshit through a google translator and started to get a grasp on the garbage that you two’d been spewing in our direction I started to understand that you two, big as fuck and twice as dumb, were no better than every other tongue-wagging wunderkinds running around SWAT pretending to be bad-asses.”

I chuckled.

“Well big fuckin’ deal. You morons don’t have two synapses between you that it takes to rub together and spark a coherent thought. Let me break it down for you real quick and right now. Ya might be bigger than us, and ya might have won the Tag Titles before because the division was in the shitter, but all that shit’s changed since you two mattered. You said it yourselves, you weren’t even invited to the Anzac Cup…”

“Guess what, smart guys, we were.”

“And we almost won the damn thing.”

“Meanwhile you two schmucks were running around in parking lots and back alleys and BDSM bars wearing all the cool ass leather and chains you could get your hands on and licking each others armpits under your little leather hats while you told yourselves how super fuckin’ cool you are and how you like to go around and beat people up and win title matches.”

I can feel my eyes rolling. Larry also is probably giggling still.

“Well boys, that shit stops tonight.”

“You can blame the office if you want, I can’t imagine what your excuse’ll be but I’m sure between the two of you something will bubble up. Or you can blame the fans for, you know, not giving a shit about your boring bullshit routine and moving on to the clearly superior and much, much more marketable teams on the roster-”

Larry interrupts again.

“LIKE US!”

“That’s right,” I said. “Just like us.”

I smiled, knowing I probably left those two dorks discombobulated and drooling five-hundred words ago.

“So get your excuses ready, boys. Larry’s got about six Knuckle Sammies ready to dish out to you two morons and I’ll bring a goddamned stepping stool to the ring if I have to so I can kick your giant yellow teeth down your throats with the Kirby Krackle!”

Ha! Bet.

“And when we pin one of your giant asses clean in the dead center of the ring with nothing but our God-given skill, heart, and Fighting Spirit, good luck with all those excuses about how the Office is trying to screw you over by putting you in the ring with a couple of rookies who you out-weigh by something like six metric tons.”

Beat.

Skippy finally gets a word in.

“Anything else, Kirby? Maybe you want to talk about their mothers sexual proclivities now or about how neither of them had a father figure in their life?”

I couldn’t help but give a full belly laugh.

“Nah,” I chuckled. “I think I’ve said enough. It’s time for action.”

And with that we were done. Skippy did his sign-off and threw it back to ringside, meanwhile Larry and I exited stage left and were on the way to Gorilla so we could get this party started!

[SWAT Team]

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

Jeremy Tucker : K-JAX and Lunchbox Larry making their way to the ring, this is going to be quite the match up against the two big seven footers, Satan’s Disciples.

Andrew Fulton : Watching these two is like watching a soap opera. Did your wife set it to tape East Enders Jerry?

Jeremy Tucker : You mean your sister? You know she has it on season link.

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

Frank Salazar : The following tag team contest is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first, coming in at a combined weight of 493 pounds .... K-JAX AND LUNCHBOX LARRY!!!!!

[The Texans in the crowd go wild for Larry and K Jax, and they go over some last minute game plans.]

Killing in the name of hits and the two 7ft giants Doomsday and Lucifer make their way out to the rampway. They power walk in tandem to the ring and both step over the top rope to enter the ring.

Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from No the depths of hell.. Coming in atcombined weight of 720 pounds .... Lucifer and Doomsday .... SATANS DISCIPLES!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Referee Vick Mackey calls for the bell and we are under way, K – Jax and Doomsday starting this one off. K Jax warily circling the bigger man, and waiting for an opening, Doomsday moving in for the kill but K Jax slides under the hook up attempt, and delivers a kick to the side of the leg of the big man. Doomsday again lunges for Kirby, but Kirby ducks under him and another kick to the side of the knee of Doomsday.

Andrew Fulton : Doomsday glares at Kirby in fury, he doesn’t like this hit and run tactics and yells at him to ‘COME ON’

Jeremy Tucker : K Jax runs at Doomsday and slides under between his legs and then drop kicks the giant in the butt from behind.

Andrew Fulton : K Jax starts laughing and Doomsday hooks him and grabs him and hoists him up and slams him hard to his knee with a big back breaker.

Jeremy Tucker : Kirby is clutching his back and Doomsday lays the boots in. Larry screaming for the tag, but Doomsday locks on a headlock and reaches out and tags in Lucifer.

Andrew Fulton : Lucifer into the ring, Doomsday holding Kirby, big chop to the chest! The already wounded chest from Larry’s over exuberance in the pre match interview.

Jeremy Tucker : Kirby is a tough nut, he can handle it. Lucifer with a spinebuster to Kirby, he covers .....

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

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

Kick out by K Jax.

Andrew Fulton : Doomsday is tagged in, and the pair of Satan’s Disciples double stomp away on K Jax. They lift him up for a double choke slam, but Larry runs into the ring and makes the save with a double spear and the crowd go wild.

Jeremy Tucker : Mackie ushering Larry out of the ring, and the Disciples back on their feet and continue to stomp on K Jax. Larry tries to come and help him but Referee Mackie is having none of it and tells him he must leave the ring, the two giants hoist Kirby up again and this time plant him hard to the mat with a double chokeslam.

Andrew Fulton : Larry is livid and tries to push past the ref, but Mackey is still not having any of it and is getting frustrated with Larry.

Jeremy Tucker : Doomsday and Lucifer have K Jax just where they want him, Doomsday locks in a big bear hug, and Lucifer delivers a big hard left hook to the prone K Jax and then leaves the ring.

Andrew Fulton : K Jax is in big trouble here, he is in dire straits.

Jeremy Tucker : Lucifer hoists him up for a powerbomb, but Kirby counters it and delivers an X Factor on Lucifer and the Texas crowd jump to life.

Andrew Fulton : K Jax crawls over for a tag to Larry, and he makes it! Larry runs into the ring and clotheslines down big Lucifer.

Jeremy Tucker : Doomsday comes at Larry and WHAM! He eats a big KNUCKLE SANDWICH! Just like that Larry knocked Doomsday out with his running superman punch! Wowee!

Andrew Fulton : Larry goes for the cover on Doomsday, but he isn’t the legal man, and Mackey doesn’t count, Lucifer with the boot to the back of Larry’s head.

Jeremy Tucker : Lucifer now lifts up big Larry, and Larry looks like a cruiserweight to this giant. Powerslam by Lucifer, Larry stumbles into the corner and Lucifer measures him and then drills him with the snake eyes.

Andrew Fulton : Satan’s Disciples are just too big and strong for the team of K Jax and Larry. They talk the talk and are making their way thru the ranks at SWAT, but it looks like they have ran into a literal brick wall here in these two giants.

Jeremy Tucker : Don’t write off Larry and Kirby, they have something special, and could well go right to the top here in the Promise Land. Cobra clutch suplex from Lucifer to Larry, then he tags in Doomsday who has recovered from the Knuckle Sammie and looks angry with Larry, and plants him with a big shoulder breaker.

Andrew Fulton : Doomsday then goes for the torture rack, he gets Larry up, and Mackey is asking if he will submit and Larry refuses, he then counters out of the rack and bulldogs Doomsday, and crawls over and makes a tag bringing Kirby back in.

Jeremy Tucker : K Jax springboards in off the top rope and Rana’s big Doomsday, sending the big man head first into the mat.

Andrew Fulton : Doomsday gets up, furious and K Jax Savate kicks the big man right on the chin! (Super kick) Did you see that Jerry! He almost kicked the Texas stars!

Jeremy Tucker : Doomsday slumps into the corner .... CANNONBALL!!! K Jax with the running cannonball on the big man, he has the momentum now big time ... Lucifer see’s it and runs into the ring, but Larry see’s him coming and cuts him off with a HUGE KNUCKLE SANDWICH!!!!

Andrew Fulton : FLYING ASSHOLE!!! K Jax just flew off the tope ropes and came down butt first on Doomsday!

Jeremy Tucker : BLACK MASS!!! BLACK MASS!!! (Spinning sidekick) K Jax got it! Covers the big man ............

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

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


THREE!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Big win here to K Jax and Larry!

Jeremy Tucker : The bigger you are, the harder you fall. I am telling you Andy, these guys are something special!

Frank Salazar :[/b] WINNER OF THE MATCH ... K JAX AND LUNCHBOX LARRY!!!

[Kirby hits and the Texas fans celebrate as K Jax and Larry make their way to the back, the thrill of victory engulfing them.]

[SWAT Team]

[Rip it Up by 28 Days hits as we switch back to the ring, there is a couch and a coffee table and the set of Suites Suite is in the ring. We see the Bandit Mobil heading to the ring, The Suit, Mad Dog Paul Soutter standing in the back of it with The Compton Colossal Bruno beside him, arms folded, muscles bulging and dark sunglasses on. The fans GOING WILD, off_tap.].

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

Soutter : Welcome to SUITS SUITE!!! Looks like I need a new car.

[Suit motions to the Bandit mobile.]

Soutter : That truck and I, we have been down many roads, but all roads come to an end. The KGB! They tried to put an end to my road, but let me tell you all something!

It will take more than them ingrates to stop the Centre of Attention!

I have been kissing Valentines and the Societys ass? I have been spending too much time with Lucky Linda? What are they? A bunch of Mean Girls don’t leave my side for a minute biatches? Need someone holding your hand every step of the way? Need them pats on the back at every turn?

I have been Jannetied? Jannety THIS (Suit does a crotch chop) Fierce you god damned piece of trash! That goes for you too Cannelli! Timeless! FROSTBITE!

You think you orchestrated this Frosty? You have got to be kidding yourself, you couldn’t organise a root in a brothel! I carried you to the FEUD OF THE YEAR last year, then, just to entertain these great fans, i let you come and join the Bandits! ME!

You jumped at the chance, thinking you might have some relevance again, and you did too! For about three minutes, then, you dropped that ball and faded back into obscurity and mediocrity. I kept telling you what you needed to do to move up to the next level, you wouldn’t listen. You NEVER listen.

Tonight, you will listen to THIS!

[Suit raises his fist in the air and the Texans pop.]

Soutter : Then next week, I will get my hands on the rest of you turkeys, but first, let’s bring out our guest for the night! My guest tonight on this return Suits Suite is .....

[Linger by the Cranberries hits and Lucky Linda La Fey makes her way down to the ring, she slaps the fans hands on the way and then plonks herself on the couch beside Suit.]

Soutter : Linda! Welcome to the Suite! Great to have you here with us tonight.

Lucky Linda : Great to be here. Great to have YOU here with us tonight. You know, you gave us quite a fright there in the ICU.

Soutter : (waving it off) No ICU unit can hold me, who do you think i am, Mike Maddox or something?

Lucky Linda : (looking mortified) God forbid.

Soutter : So, I guess the cat is out of the bag, these fans are a lot smarter than some give them credit for, a lot smarter than most of the guys in the back truth be told.

Lucky Linda : So is a kindergarden class.

Soutter : Touché’. Rest assured fans, we aren’t going to go all Cena / Nicky Bella. Or Valentine / Syberus you could say.

Lucky Linda : (laughing) Them two, I still owe them from the Anzac Final.

Soutter : That you do. I must say, you have been on fire here of late! Putting out some of the best stuff going around, and the matches have been out of this world. To make that Anzac Final was something, then many thought, you had Caffrey beat. MANY! My DM box was lighting up with people thinking you were going to be the X Crown Champ.

Lucky Linda : I think I had him. He won, I won’t go all Satan’s Disciples and blame the office, you can’t claim you deserve your wins but didn’t deserve your loses, that’s what a wise man once told me. (she smiles at Paul, alluding he was that wise man)

Soutter : Some, no matter how many times you tell them, they still don’t get_it. Later tonight though, you got Spitz and Cannelli for the Amazons Belt, what a match that will be.

Lucky Linda : Joanne has held that belt too long, she’s coming home to Momma. As for Spitz, she found out what I am made of in the first round of the No Man’s Land tourney when I flipped the script on her and not only defeated her, but went on to win the whole tourney, defeating also, the Amazons Champion Joanne Cannelli in the process. (she almost spits the name)

Soutter : Tonight’s your night, i know it. No one has worked harder for 2020 and as we all know, hard work pays off. Speaking of the No Man’s Land tourney, i see that leech Sainovic is still withholding the Two Million prize money.

Lucky Linda : He is, but you know me, I won’t let it rest, and by hook or crook, he will cough up. He is the one i blame for not being X Crown Champion. He had no business coming out into my match with Caffrey, he had lost. To an OUTSIDER he invited IN! Spinning it like it was for the good of SWAT, really, i think he hoped Death Trap would make it to Caffrey and take the X Crown from here. That’s why he cracked Caffrey with that bottle. That’s why I DIDNT pin Caffrey and instead took it to Zoran.

Soutter : Then that hump tried to stab you!

Lucky Linda : Then, THE BIG BAD BUSTLING BANDIT made his big return from the ICU!

Soutter : (puffing his chest out) He thought he had seen a ghost. So did the KGB!

Lucky Linda : A bunch of cowards right? See what they did to Bruno earlier. They need to pay for that.

Soutter : What I saw was them run like the chickenshits they are. Good news though, next Battleground, it’s them versus US!

Lucky Linda : US? Me and You and Bruno vs them?

Soutter : Not the big man, he is retired. (Bruno stands tall, prideful) It’s ok Dawg. For all you have done for us, we got this for you. It will be Lucky Linda! Mad Dog Pauley Mutha Fuckin Soutter!!! And ..... Armand von Krauss!!! Vs Timeless! Fierce!! And FROSTBITE next week on Battleground!

[The crowd pops.]

Lucky Linda : Bring it ON! You know, this makes me smile, I have noticed how Zoran likes to claim he is responsible for all of SWAT’s success, and then the Hayden Callahan’s and Suzi flakes are someone else’s problem. What I also have noticed is while he likes to present himself as the Almighty, then, he cries about where he is fighting on the card, i mean, if he was this Overlord who ruled over the fed with as he claimed he does, couldn’t he put himself where ever he liked on the card?

Soutter : Damn straight he could. You are onto something here.

Lucky Linda : Soooo?

Soutter : Soooooo?

Lucky Linda : Sooooo .... I can go over his wrinkled old pensioner looking HEAD!

Soutter :Damn straight you can!

Lucky Linda : But first things first! Joanne Cannelli! Suzi Spits!! And the AMAZONS TITLE TONIGHT!

Soutter : Annnnd ...... FROST_BITE!

KGB! We are coming for you turkeys!

I got the Skill to Thrill!

The Name to Entertain!

I’m Loud and Proud and WELL ENDOWED!

I am about to rip the snow flake Frostbite to shreds and watch this legend Lucky Linda take home the Amazons Championship ... and (together with Linda) WE LIKE IT LIKE THAT!

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Up next we have the tag team title match. This should be a classic between two solid teams.

Andrew Fulton: I do not agree with you too often but this should be a good one. Tag team wrestling has become a lost art in this sport. These two teams I know will put on a top notch performance.

Jeremy Tucker: Indeed they will., absolutely.

The UFC Remix 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, then go over some last minute plans.

Frank Salazar : The following tag team contest is scheduled for ONE fall and for the SWAT WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!!! Introducig first, the challengers and former champions .... hailing from Bangkok, Thailand. Coming in at combined weight of 470 pounds ...... TONG AND PHANTAM FAIRTEX!!!

Andrew Fulton: They have a chance tonight to become two time tag team champions. One of the best teams in this business.

Tong and Phantam step through the ropes as the two begin to discuss a couple of things.

Frank Salazar: And their opponents ... they are the current reigning SWAT WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!! .... first from Tokushima, Japan and he weighs in at 185 pounds here is one half of the tag team champs, Tuxedo Mask.

Zerospace by Kidney Theives to blare out as he pushes back the curtain as he looks toward the ring as he stops as he looks back.

Frank Salazar: And his tag team partner weighs in at 300 pounds ... he is the SWAT (CHECKS HIS NOTES) Ultra Mega Heavyweight Champion ... AND ONE HALF OF THE swat world tag team champons ....here is The Golden God!! Rally Jackson!!!

Rally pushes back the curtain as he walks toward Tuxedo Mask as the two look into the ring toward the Team Fairtex as they finishing making their way toward the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: Rally two belts I guess you can call him.

Andrew Fulton: Trying to get us sued because we are stealing others material.

Jeremy Tucker: I am just stating the facts he has two belts.

Tuxedo Mask and Rally climb the steps and get into the ring, they hand the tag team titles over to the ref. Team Fairtex look at those tag team titles.

Jeremy Tucker: This match is about to get underway.

Andrew Fulton: It appears Tong and Tuxedo Mask are to start things out.

Ding.....

Jeremy Tucker: The two circle each other as they are about to lock up, but Tuxedo Mask goes in behind and grabs Tong’s waist, as Tong tries to throw some elbows but Tuxedo Mask keeps avoiding those shots, he quickly spins Tong around as he gives him a quick kick to his ribs, and another shot a series of them. Tuxedo Mask tries to pick up Tong, but Tong counters with a series of knee shots to his stomach. He picks him up and connects with a t bone suplex.

Andrew Fulton: Tong quickly goes in and slaps on a ground abdominal stretch, as he pounds away at Tuxedo Mask’s ribs.

Jeremy Tucker: I like the strategy of grounding Tuxedo Mask.

Andrew Fulton: As he keeps the hold on for a few more minutes until, he gets Tuxedo Mask to his feet as he picks him up and catches him with a quick bodyslam. He drops back to the mat and hooks on a cobra clutch.

Jeremy Tucker: Team Fairtex is trying to end this quickly. Tong has it locked in their tightly.

Andrew Fulton: Tuxedo Mask is trying to reach the ropes, as he gets to his feet as Tong still having the hold in. Tuxedo Mask climbs the top ropes as he pushes off as he falls upon Tong as he bridges back getting his shoulders onto the mat.

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Jeremy Tucker: Tong kicks out. Tuxedo Mask springs back toward the ropes as he climbs them as he springs off the ropes and catches Tong with a springboard hurricanrana hooks the leg again.

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Andrew Fulton: Tong kicks out again. Tuxedo Mask looks back again as he springs back as he jumps up onto as Tong gets to his feet, but Tuxedo Mask his caught and Tong catches him with a Powerslam. He goes for the cover.

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Jeremy Tucker.. Tuxedo Mask kicks out. Tong makes the tag into Phantam. They whip Tuxedo Mask into the ropes and connect with a double dropkick. Phantam goes for the cover.

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Andrew Fulton: Tuxedo Mask kicks out. He pulls Tuxedo Mask to his feet as he connects with an over the head suplex. Tuxedo Mask goes underneath the ropes. Phantam gets ready to head to the floor, but the ref stops him. Tong quickly drops to the floor as he picks up Tuxedo Mask and drops him chest first onto the guard rail. Tong pulls him up and tosses him back into the ring. Phantam waits for Tuxedo Mask to get to his feet as he does so he connects with the backstabber as he goes for a cover.

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Jeremy Tucker: He just kicks out. Phantam quickly slaps on a rear naked choke hold.

Andrew Fulton: Rally has not gotten into the ring. This must be the game plan for Team Fairtex.

Jeremy Tucker: Tuxedo Mask gets to the ropes. Phantam breaks the hold, but lays in a few knee strikes to the head. He pulls up Tuxedo Mask. He tosses him into the ropes but Tuxedo Mask springs off and catches Phantam with a springboard spear. He rolls to the corner as he makes the tag into Rally.

Andrew Fulton: Quickly races into the ring as he catches Phantam with a hard clothesline. He gets back to his feet and he gets caught with another clothesline. Phantam gets back to his feet as he picks him up and connects with a rib breaker. Rally pulls Phantam to his feet as he throws him into the far corner as the impact drops him right into the corner. Rally walks over into the corner as he stinkfaces Phatam.

Jeremy Tucker: I can not believe it, that is so disgusting. Rally pulls him to his feet, as he picks him out of the corner as he catches him with a fallaway slam. Rally bounces off the ropes and connects with a earthquake splash, as he goes for the cover.

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Phantam just kicks out.

Andrew Fulton: Rally makes a tag right into Tuxedo Mask. Rally picks up Tuxedo Mask as he bodyslam him onto Phantam. Tuxedo Mask goes for the cover.

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Jeremy Tucker: Phantam just kicks out. Tuxedo Mask pulls Phantam to his feet as he picks him up and hits an snap suplex. He races quickly into the corner as he jumps up to the top ropes as he catches him with a corkscrew moonsault, as he goes for the cover.

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Andrew Fulton: Phantam just kicks out, as he slides out of the ring. Tuxedo Mask looks down onto the floor as he races into the ropes as he leaps over the top ropes as he catches Phantam with a cross body block. Tuxedo Mask quickly pulls Phantam to his feet as he picks him up and drops him crotch first onto the guard rail. Tuxedo Mask rolls back into the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: Phantam is struggling to get back to his feet. He gets back up on the ring apron. Tuxedo Mask gives him a quick kick in the head, as he snapmares him back into the ring. Tuxedo Mask makes a tag as Rally gets back into the ring.

Andrew Fulton: Rally connects with a double stomp. Rally pulls Phantam back to his feet as he kicks Phantam right into the midsection, he tries to pick up him for a powerbomb, but Tong enters the ring giving Phantam enough time to connect with a low blow. The ref gets Tong back out onto of the ring. Phantam connects with a Russian leg sweep. He makes the tag into Tong.

Jeremy Tucker: Tong quickly gets into the ring and connects with three straight German suplexes, as the last one Rally is dropped hard on the back of his neck. Rally somehow staggers to his feet and pulls himself into a corner but Tong charges in and connects with a stinger splash. He spins Rally around and connects with a belly to belly suplex. He goes for a cover.

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Andrew Fulton: Rally just kicks out. He pulls Rally to his feet and he drops him right back into the mat with a clothesline. He once again pulls him back to his feet as he picks him up and drops him back into the mat with a chokeslam. He grabs Rally legs as he slaps on the sharpshooter. Rally’s face is telling the story as he is in excruciating pain.

Jeremy Tucker: Could this be the end of the reign for Rally and Tuxedo Mask? Rally shows incredible strength as he pushes up as he gets to the bottom ropes. Tong connects with a couple of knee strikes to Rally’s head. Tong kicks Rally to the floor.

Andrew Fulton: Phantam drops to the floor as he quickly picks up Rally and hits a running powerbomb into the steel post. Phantam rolls Rally back into the ring. Rally stunned as Tong goes in and connects with the Bangkok ddt. He goes for the cover.

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Jeremy Tucker: He barely kicks out. Tong pulls Rally to his feet as he picks him up as he connects with an atomic drop, he races into the ropes, as he tries for a flying shoulderblock, but Rally just ducks to one side, as Tong goes hard to the mat. Rally gets to his feet as Tong does so, as he picks him up and connects with a Samoan drop. Rally makes it to the corner and tags in Tuxedo Mask.

Andrew Fulton: Tuxedo Mask races into the ring as he grabs the neck of Tong as he races into the corner and spins around and catches him with the bulldog. He looks down at Tong as he races out of the ring and climbs the top ropes, as he comes flying off and connects with a five star frog splash, he goes for the cover.

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Jeremy Tucker: He just kicks out. Tong slowly gets to his feet as Tuxedo Mask does a cartwheel hand spring right into face buster right back into the mat. He goes for another cover.

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Andrew Fulton: He just kicks out. Tuxedo Mask pulls Tong to his feet as he springs into the corner as it appears he is trying for a springboard stunner, but Tong catches him and picks him up and connects with a full Nelson suplex. Tong makes it over to his corner for a tag.

Jeremy Tucker: Phantam comes right into the ring as he picks up Tuxedo Mask as he connects with the Big Deal. He goes for the pin..

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Andrew Fulton: Tuxedo Mask just kicks out. Phantam pulls him back to his feet as he lays in a series of kicks right to his head, he picks him up and hits spinning sitdown powerbomb, he goes for another cover.

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Jeremy Tucker: He barely kicks out. He tags back in Tong. The brothers are waiting for Tuxedo Mask to get to his feet as he staggers to them they connect with a double flying leg clothesline. Tong jumps on for the cover.

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Andrew Fulton: Rally just jumps in for the save, The brothers connect with a double clothesline sending Rally over the top ropes. Tong goes in and slaps on the Bangkok lock, as Tuxedo Mask is in pain.

Jeremy Tucker: I do not know how much longer he can hold on with his partner on the floor. Tong as it in tight, Tuxedo Mask is raising his hand, this just might be it.

Andrew Fulton: Rally jumps to his feet as he slides into the ring and connects with a legdrop to the back of his head breaking the hold. The ref is trying to get Rally out of the ring, as Tong is telling him to come on, but right behind him Tuxedo Mask gets to his feet but Phantam connects with the bull-run.

Jeremy Tucker: What a gore, that cut Tuxedo Mask in half. Phantam gets out of the ring. Tong drops down for the cover.

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Andrew Fulton: Tuxedo Mask just gets his shoulder up. Tong tags in Phantam, Tong holds down Tuxedo Mask as Phantam jumps over the ropes and connects with a legdrop right to the back of Tuxedo Masks head. He goes for the cover.

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Jeremy Tucker: Rally dives in for the save. Tong comes back into the ring but Rally catches him and connects with a tilt a whirl backbreaker. Phantam jumps to his feet but Rally catches him with a chokeslam. Rally races over to his corner.

Andrew Fulton: Tuxedo Mask, crawls over and makes the tag. Rally connects with a hard shoulder block knocking Tong to the floor. Rally pulls Phantam to his feet as he picks him up and connects with a full Nelson slam. Rally races into the ropes as he connects with s splash. He goes for the cover.

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Jeremy Tucker: Rally picks up Phantam as he places him on his shoulders as he tries for a running slam, but Tong races back into the ring as Rally turns around the brothers pick up Rally and connect with a double chokeslam, Tuxedo Mask jumps on the ropes as he comes off and catches them both with a high cross body block.

Andrew Fulton: Tuxedo Mask springs into the ropes as he catches them both with a springboard ddt. The ref is trying to get order restored. Tong and Phantam pull Rally to his feet as Tong catches him with a reverse atomic drop, as Phantam springs off the ropes and catches him with a clothesline. Tong races over as he catches him with a knee right into his back, that sends him flying through the ropes.

Jeremy Tucker: Phantam goes for the cover, as the ref gets Tong out of the ring, he turns around for the cover.

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Andrew Fulton: Rally just gets his shoulder up. Phantam goes into the near corner as he waits for Rally to gets to his feet as it appears he might be trying for another bull-run. Tuxedo Mask from the outside grabs his ankle. Tong comes flying off the ring apron as he gets caught with a cutter. Phantam is looking over at his brother.

Jeremy Tucker: He turns around and he races in, but Rally catches him with a big boot right into his face. He picks up Phantam as he catches him with a pop up powerbomb as he drops him right near a corner. He climbs up to the second rope as he comes down with a bonzai drop right across his chest. He goes for the cover.

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3!!!!!!

Frank Salazar: Here are your winners and still SWAT World tag team champions, Rally Jackson and Tuxedo Mask, The Society of the New Breed.

Jeremy Tucker: What a great match, the champs just barely holding onto the gold.

Andrew Fulton: We thought it was going to be a classic and it did not disappoint.

Jeremy Tucker: The champs are in the ring celebrating as Team Fairtex is on the floor shaking their heads. They will get another shot after that match, no doubt in my mind, what a tag division we have here at the moment!

[frostbite]

We see Frostbite sitting back in the locker room as he puts black tape around his fist and knuckles, and his slams his right and into his left. He turns around and dies the exact same thing with his left hand. He reaches down on the floor as he grabs a pair of red and black gloves as he puts them off as he jumps up off the bench as he starts to slam his fist together as you can here a sicken thud echoing all over the locker room. Frostbite moves his neck from side to side as until he hears a crack in his neck. He sits on the cold, hard locker room floor as he stretches out his legs trying to get limber because he knows it will be long before he steps into the ring with the owner of SWAT, Paul Soutter. He continues to stretch out those hamstrings, but as He is doing so he looks up as he is watching the monitor as he sees Paul Soutter finishing his talk show, Suits Suite.

Frostbite.. Paul you are not telling me nothing new. Yes you are right, last year we beat the hell out of each other and once again to amuse this same idiots that are cheering you now. I just do not get these morons.

Crowd.. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Frostbite.. You this these dumb asses do not know who to cheer for. Since my return to this company I have gone out there and given you piss ants everything and what thanks do I get from you people, nothing. And Paul, I find the humor is that know you want these people to cheer for you. In the past you did not care what you thought of them. Paul you have gone soft and that is something I never thought I would say, but you have and it is a damn shame.

He jumps to his feet.

Frostbite.. Just think what you could have accomplish around here. KGB could have had all the gold once again but no you went and got soft on us, and that is why there had to be some changes made. Paul, you had to go, it is that simple. I know that what we did will have some repercussions because you are the bitch that runs this place. I see that next week you have decide on a six man match. That is okay, Paul but you must ask yourself this simple little questions? What makes you think you will make it to next week.

Frostbite looks at the screen with an intense look in his blue eyes.

Frostbite... I know that tonight you will have Bruno watch your back and Team Fairtex I am sure they will be around to give you a hand but I also have backup. But Paul, you believe this will be revenge for you, because the new KGB put you in the hospital, and you are really mad right now.

Frostbite laughs.

Frostbite.. The more I think about this. It will be my revenge on you Paul. Think about it, fat man. Every time I have been close to doing something big in my return you seem to be a pain in my ass. What about the match against then champion, Radu Matei. It could have been match of the year, but you decide to screw me out of becoming the World Champion. You think I have forgotten that one. Paul it eats away at me because I have been close to getting gold around my waist a couple of times and failed. Tonight, failure will not be an option. I am going to put you back into the hospital where a fat and ugly nurse will have to spoon feed you because I have broken your arms.

Frostbite drops his head.

Frostbite... Tonight your little talk show was horrible. Hell mine was so much better, and you know I can do anything better than you right Paul? I am going to put an end to this little thing we have going on, once and for all. Next week, that will be the nail in your coffin, after it is onto bigger and better things.

He lifts back up his head.

Frostbite.. It will be time to finally put some rightful gold around my waist after I am through with you, Paul. Trent Jones is the man because he has the title, will it is to high time that I become the World Champion, I can not stand another minute where Frostbite is not the man. It has to happen and it will. Rally Jackson is a double champion. Rally has the international belt. An open challenge goes out to the big man. Rally, you will drop that title to me one damn way or the other. You and your boy, Tuxedo Mask held onto those tag team titles. But those straps would look good around my waist, or Timesless or Joanne or Firece. Hell, I would let you choose my partner. Because I know I can be a champion.

Frostbite begins to throw knee strikes into thin air.

Frostbite.. So I look forward to seeing if any champion will step up to the plate because I am not taking a back seat anymore. It is time to take what I want. But first thing first and that would be you Paul. Remember I told you I was going to burn this worthless company to the ground and I almost completely my goal. Tonight, I am going to get rid of you once and for all. Next week will be icing on the cake.

Frostbite begins to throw elbow strikes in thin air.

Frostbite.. One more bloodbath between us tonight right Paul? Call this the rubber match, well I am going to win this one way or the other. Blood will fly all over this arena and so just might get into the eyes of these idiots out here. Well too damn bad. Because Paul the blood you will skull tonight and the beating that you are going to have to take will be on their heads.

Frostbite has an evil grin on his lips.

Frostbite.. Paul, I want you to know that you created the beast in me and tonight you and the rest of company will get a first hand look at what you started and I will finish it when I finally win the big one. So Paul try and stop me..

Frostbite shakes his head.

Frostbite.. Because you and nobody else can..

He walks away.

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Coming up is the rekindling of 2019's Feud of the Year, but this time the roles are reversed. Before, it was Paul Soutter tormenting Frostbite with the help of the KGB. Now Frostbite is the one with the KGB at his back. He kicked Paul out of his own group, and put him in the ICU.

Andrew Fulton: The KGB desperately needed some new blood. I say long live the reign of Frostbite.

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter made his return last month in Palm Springs, and Frostbite looked like he had seen a ghost.

Andrew Fulton: That's very possible in Palm Springs. It could have been Liberace or Zeppo Marx. There's just no telling, Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker: Tonight Soutter attempts to get his revenge on a man he knows all too well.

("Rip It Up" by 28 Days blares through the United Airlines Center and the fans cheer. Soutter begins making his way down to the ring while high fiving the fans)

Jeremy Tucker: And here he is, the former OCW World Champion, UCW Tag Team Champion, SWAT Southern Champion. and the two time Hardkore America West Coast Champion, "The Mad Dog of Melbourne" Paul Soutter.

Andrew Fulton: I used to be quite the fan of this man. Then he let me down. (lights a cigarette)

Jeremy Tucker: How so?

Andrew Fulton: He stopped being the leader of the KGB.

Jeremy Tucker: They kicked him out of the KGB. They put him in the hospital.

Andrew Fulton: Look, I'm hurting too. Everything I owned had that man's face on it. I had to buy an entirely new wardrobe. Luckily Goodwill had recently had a bloke my size die recently. (blows out the smoke) Emphysema. Can you believe it?

Jeremy Tucker: (coughing) I can.

Frank Salazar: "The following match is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit. Featuring first, from Melbourne, Australia; Standing 6 feet 3 inches tall; Weighing 364 pounds...'THE MAD DOG OF MELBOURNE'...PAUL SOUTTER!!!"

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

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite defeated Soutter in a cage match before New Years Nightmare and they traded victories until they wound up with 2019's Feud of the Year. But now the tables have turned. Frostbite is using Soutter's own group against him.

Andrew Fulton: He's even got Bruno on his side now.

Jeremy Tucker: That wasn't the real Bruno. That was an old man.

b]Andrew Fulton:[/b] Time marches on for us all, Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite is threatening to burn Soutter's own creation, SWAT, to the ground and take over.

Andrew Fulton: He is looking to put Soutter right back into that ICU bed. He also burned a couch earlier this evening. That was pretty cool.

Frank Salazar: "His opponent is from Boulder, Colorado' Standing 6 feet 2 inches tall; Weighing 225 pounds...FROSTBITE!!!"

(The United Airlines Center rocks with boos. Tommy Milligan signals for the bell and Soutter runs at Frostbite, smashing him with forearms, and the crowd erupts)

Andrew Fulton: Woah! Soutter jumping him before the bell!

Jeremy Tucker: It was after the bell and Soutter's been waiting for this moment for months. He pounds Frostbite with those forearms, backing him into the corner!

(Frostbite’s head rocks back at the impact of the forearms, then Soutter headbutts him. He irish whips him into the opposite corner, and then follows him in with a clothesline! The Dallas fans roar)

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter now stomping Frostbite in the corner! He steps on Frostbite's neck and chokes him with his boot, using the ropes for leverage.

Andrew Fulton: Come on. Tommy! Get him out of there!

(Tommy Milligan tries to peel Soutter off of Frostbite, but Soutter pushes him away. Soutter yells "Go ahead and try and disqualify me!")

Andrew Fulton: Why that's an abuse of power!

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter shoots Frostbite into the ropes and nearly backdrops him into the lights!

(The fans pop as Frostbite arches his back in pain, and then begs off from an oncoming Soutter)

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter's been imagining this moment from his hospital bed, and now it's here.

Andrew Fulton: He shouldn't be imaging anything, the nurses said he needed rest. This is the kind of rulebreaking I cannot condone.

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter pulls him up and hits him hard with an overhand chop to the chest. Frostbite responds with a knife edge chop.

(The Dallas crowd lets out a "Woo!" Soutter hits Frostbite with another hard chop that turns his chest red. Frostbite kicks Soutter in the thigh, and then the kneecap)

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite now peppering Soutter with kicks to side of the mid-section, and then starts repeatedly headbutting him.

Andrew Fulton: He's looking for some juice, he is.

Jeremy Tucker: You may be right as Frostbite continues to headbutt Soutter's eyebrow, trying to draw some blood. He spins around into a discus punch that knocks Soutter into the corner.

(The audience boos as Frostbite takes over, stomping and kicking a now bleeding Soutter. Frostbite then pulls him up into an abdominal stretch)

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite plants his leg and pulls back on Soutter's arm, bending him at a painful angle. Tommy Milligan checking in but a bloody Soutter shaking his head no.

Andrew Fulton: He came back too early, and now he's paying the price.

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite converts it into a backslide!

Referee Tommy Milligan: 1...(Soutter gets his shoulder up)

Andrew Fulton: Frostbite gets back up to a vertical base. He goes for a suplex but the big man is too much to lift.

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter plants his foot and lifts Frostbite up high into a vertical suplex!

(The fans cheer as Frostbite sits up in pain. Soutter irish whips him into the ropes and backdrops him over the ropes)

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter rolls out of the ring and pulls Frostbite's head into his legs. He pulls him up and drills his head into the concrete with a piledriver!!

Andrew Fulton: This is getting out of control!

(The camera catches Frostbite rolling over with blood coming down from his forehead. Soutter picks him up by the throat with both arms and holds him up in the air, choking him as the United Airlines Center cheers wildly)

Andrew Fulton: He's strangling the life out of the leader of the KGB!

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter rolls a bleeding Frostbite back into the ring, and climbs up to the apron. Frostbite runs into the ropes and vaults over Soutter, sunset flip tigerbombing him onto the floor!!

(The cheers turn to jeers as both men lie on the United Airlines Center floor. Frostbite wipes some blood out of his eyes, and them climbs back into the ring. He slingshots himself onto the middle of the top rope, and springboards off into a tornado DDT on the floor!! The boos get louder)

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite rolls Soutter into the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle, he leaps off with a frog splash!!

Referee: 1...2...(Soutter kicks out)

Andrew Fulton: Frostbite measures Soutter and hits him between the eyes with a fistdrop, trying to open him up a little more.

Jeremy Tucker: He grabs his arm and pulls him down into a triangle choke! Frostbite clamps his legs around Soutter's head, cutting off his air while pulling back on his trapped arm.

(The Dallas crowd boos as Tommy Milligan checks in to see if Soutter wants to tap out. Soutter gets to his knees and uses his free hand to punch his way out of the triangle choke)

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter now grabs a reverse chinlock. He grips his hands together and pulls up on Frostbite's jawline, as he bleeds down his front.

(Tommy Milligan checks in with Frostbite, who refuses to quit. Soutter then wraps his arm around his jaw a few times with some forearms, then pounds the back of his head a couple of times)

Andrew Fulton: This is just a vicious fight.

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter tosses him with a gut wrench suplex. He drops that big elbow across Frostbite's chest!

Referee: 1...2...(Frostbite kicks out)

Andrew Fulton: Soutter now grabbing Frostbite by the legs. He hurls him up and over into a wheelbarrow suplex!

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter grabs him in a rear waistlock. He lifts him into a german suplex but Frostbite lands on his feet behind him. Frostbite ties up their legs and then drives Soutter's bloody face into the mat with the stroke!

(The cheers turn to jeers, and Frostbite rolls him over. He steps through the ropes out on to the apron. He slingshots himself onto the middle of the top rope and springboard leg drops him)

Referee: 1...2...(Paul Soutter kicks out)

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter sits up but Frostbite tattoos him between the shoulder blades with a stiff kick. Soutter tries to get to his feet, but Frostbite is peppering him with knee strikes the entire time.

(Frostbite irish whips Soutter into the ropes and catches him with a huracanrana!! The audience boos. He bounces into the ropes and drops a knee right into his eye socket, making Soutter sit up in pain)

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite gets behind him and applies a body scissors. He clamps his legs together and puts pressure on Soutter's kidneys.

Andrew Fulton: And to think of the pressure his heavy drinking does to his kidneys, this can only exacerbate the situation.

(The audience jeers and Tommy Milligan checks in to see if Soutter gives up. A crimson masked Soutter shakes his head no and then back elbows Frostbite in the face. A second elbow frees him from the body scissors)

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter grabs him in a headlock, gets a running start and bulldogs Frostbite's bloody face into the mat.

Andrew Fulton: Soutter shoots Frostbite into the ropes and dips down for another backdrop, but Frostbite goes over into a sunset flip!

Referee: 1...2...(Soutter claps his legs together on Frostbite's head)

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite irish whips Soutter into the ropes and comes at him with a flying body press but Soutter clotheslines him in mid-air!!

(The crowd roars as the clothesline flips Frostbite head over heels! The United Airlines Center chants "SOUT-TER!! SOUT-TER!! SOUT-TER!!")

Andrew Fulton: Frostbite did a twirly bird there!

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter scoops him up and drops him across his knee with a backbreaker in the corner. He's now climbing to the top rope!

Andrew Fulton: Unfamiliar territory for The Mad Man of Melbourne".

Jeremy Tucker: Took too long getting up there and now Frostbite has climbed to the second rope. He headbutts Soutter over and over until Soutter is crotched on the top turnbuckle steel cable.

Andrew Fulton: Frostbite plants his feet and superplexes the 364 pound Soutter!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Look at the ring shake! A bloody Frostbite crawls over and makes the cover.

Referee: 1...2...thr- (Soutter kicks out)

Andrew Fulton: Oh, so close!

(Frostbite and Soutter lay next to one another, trying to catch their breath. The Dallas fans stomp their feet in unison, rooting for Soutter to get up)

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite gets up first and spins into a discus clothesline, but Soutter ducks it. He grabs Frostbite from behind with a belly to back suplex!

(The crowd cheers. Soutter wipes the blood from his eyes and then irish whips Frostbite into the corner. Soutter comes charging in with an avalanche)

Andrew Fulton: I think the ring moved three inches.

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter squashing Frostbite with that 364 pound avalanche. Frostbite staggers out of the corner then crumples to the mat. Soutter bounces off the ropes and drops a crushing leg drop across Frostbite's chest!!

Referee: 1...2...(Frostbite kicks out)

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter pulls him up into a DDT, but Frostbite slips out of the front facelock, and catches Soutter with a surprise dropkick!

(The audience turns on Frostbite with boos. Soutter sits up and Frostbite does a nerve hold to the pressure points in Paul's neck)

Andrew Fulton: Cold As Ice!

Jeremy Tucker: The tables have turned, and it is now Frostbite, jamming his fingers into the neck tendons of Soutter with the Cold As Ice.

Andrew Fulton: Oi. I don't see any tendons left in that neck.

(Tommy Milligan checks in but Soutter shakes his head, while grimacing in pain. Frostbite pulls him to his feet and shoots Soutter into the ropes. He catches Soutter and drops his throat on the top rope! Soutter stumbles back and Frostbite catches him with the crossroads)

Jeremy Tucker: Windchill Factor!!

Referee: 1...2...(Soutter kicks out)

Andrew Fulton: Frostbite steps out onto the apron. He slingshots himself onto the middle of the top rope, and then catches Soutter with a springboard codebreaker!!

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite steps over Soutter's back and applies his High Pressure System dragon sleeper camel clutch!!

Andrew Fulton: The Cold Hearted Bastard plants his feet and cranks back on Soutter's head and neck, bending him in half!

(Tommy Milligan is in perfect position to see the tap out, but Soutter weakly shakes his head, blood running down his face. The Texas fans clap in unison, urging him to hang on)

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter tries to scoot and inch over to the bottom rope, while Frostbite continuing to do damage to his head and neck with The High Pressure System!

Andrew Fulton: Soutter's got the size advantage, but Frostbite doing as much damage as he can before Soutter reaches the ropes.

Jeremy Tucker: The Mad Dog of Melbourne hooks the bottom rope and Tommy Milligan now forcing Frostbite to release The High Pressure System, but Frostbite not obliging.

Andrew Fulton: Tommy Milligan giving Frostbite the five count, but Frostbite does a few extra yanks before he lets go.

(The boos rock The United Airlines Arena. Frostbite stomps Soutter's forearm, then his thigh. Frostbite stomps Soutter's right ankle, then his left ankle. The jeers get louder as Frostbite stomp his left thigh, then his left forearm)

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite finishes the Garvin stomp with a stiff stomp to Soutter's bloody face.

Andrew Fulton: Frostbite irish whips Soutter into the ropes, and catches him with a huracanrana, but Soutter reverses it into a powerbomb!!

(The audience leaps to their feet! They start stomping their feet as Soutter motions for Frostbite to get to his feet)

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter charges in with a spear!!

Referee: 1...2...(Frostbite kicks out)

Andrew Fulton: Soutter hooks him in a suplex but Frostbite rolls back into an inside cradle!

Referee: 1...2...(Soutter kicks out)

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite irish whips Soutter into the corner, but Soutter bounces out and catches an oncoming Frostbite with a full powerslam! He bounces off the ropes and crushes him with a 364 pound splash!!

Referee: 1...2...thr- (Frostbite gets his foot on the bottom rope)

(The fans boo the near fall)

Andrew Fulton: Good thinking by Frostbite.

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter scoops Frostbite up, and then puts up one hand, popping this crowd. He sits out into a rikishi driver! Soutter Special!!

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

("Rip It Up" by 28 Days and the fans jump to their feet. Soutter rolls over and bleeds all over the canvas, next to an unconscious Frostbite)

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

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter was able to defeat the new leader of the KGB, the man that kicked him out of his own group.

Andrew Fulton: You got it all wrong. Joanne Canelli is the leader of the KGB, and she sees this as a small battle in a war she will win.

(A blood covered Soutter rolls out of the ring and gingerly walks to the back, slapping fans hands. Tommy Milligan tries to help Frostbite to his feet, but Frostbite pushes him away. He points over the ropes to Soutter, swearing revenge as Soutter celebrates at the top of the ramp)

[eddied]

(Eddie D is dreaming. We hear his thoughts as the dream plays out. You hear Suzi Spitz say…)

“And……. Action!”


EDDIE: What? Action?! Am I on a movie set? Hey Arnold cut it out. I was kidding about putting me in one of your movies… where am I?… (A news anchor chimes in suddenly with a news flash)

NEWS FLASH: “Suzi Spitz says put the kids to bed...”



EDDIE: Am I on the news now? I don’t have any kids? Do you mean metaphorically? Get the win tonight? Put the Stylistics to bed? …(Eddie’s phone... but it isn’t his phone, but it feels like his phone... rings loudly next to him. Eddie picks it up off of the side of a bath. Suzi Spitz is face-timing him and suddenly Eddie realises he is naked and reaches for a towel hanging nearby and throws it over himself) …

EDDIE: I didn’t even know you had my number? Hey Suzi? ...Hello? Hello!



(Suzi is clearly saying something, but no matter how high he turns up the volume he can’t hear her.)

EDDIE: I can’t hear you… I would love to hear you, but I can’t… Is that a smile or a scowl? … Hello? (The call cuts off abruptly and Eddie suddenly gets a series of conflicting texts from Suzi just moments apart… )

“Hey, Im back in SWAT. Why havent you called? 2 shy?”

“Stop stalking me!”…

“Why dont we catch up over a coffee or a beer?” …

“Have you never heard of harassment in the workplace?” …

“Hey its 420 somewhere in the world, want 2 come over?” …

“You dont know me you creep, ffs dont call me again!”

(Eddie can’t make sense of the feelings the texts are conjuring. He tries to reply to the texts but his thumbs have doubled in size and he’s typing nonsense. In frustration he launches the phone as hard as he can down a really long hallway in his home, …a hall that he doesn’t have in reality …but it does feel like his home.)

EDDIE: This is insane. I haven’t been calling you! I’m not a stalker?! Harassment? Creep? I’m just a bit smitten is all; starstruck maybe, you’re hot, you can wrestle ...I’m not a pervert...

(The phone whistles down the hall like its jet propelled, then stops in mid-air, turns back towards him and flies back and smacks Eddie right between the eyes and he falls to the floor.)

EDDIE: Ouch. (Eddie sits up and murmurs as he shakes out the stunned feeling)

I can’t help how I feel?! I can’t help how I feel…  (The phone flips over and appears to be playing a live feed from a SWAT wrestling event)
Now what?


(Suzi Spitz is being interviewed… )

“So has there ever been anything in the rumors about you and Eddie D?”

(Suzi replies…)

“Eddie and me? Ha… Oh Wake up!”

“Oh Wake up!!”

“OH WAKE UP!!!”

“OH... WAKE UP!!!!!”

(Trent Jones is stood towering over Eddie D in the locker room backstage in the American Airlines Centre, Texas. Eddie wakes up startled.)

TRENT: Wake up! YO... WAKE UP!!

…Ah …You’re back with us. I thought I was gonna need a bucket of water or something.

EDDIE: Huh? Where is she?

TRENT: What Molly? Why would she be in the locker room before a big fight? Are you OK buddy? You need to snap out of it…

EDDIE: Not Molly… … Oh, never mind; just had the weirdest dream that’s all.
I guess that 5th cheeseburger before that power nap really screwed with me…

(Eddie grabs a bottle of water nearby and takes a swig and pours some over his face to wake himself up properly. He forces a wrestling boot on and lets out a slight yelp.)

TRENT: What’s up now?

EDDIE: Something in my boot? Oh look at that… It’s a shitty little black stone...

TRENT: Just throw it in the trash where it belongs.

EDDIE: Good idea. “Black stone” is a grand term for this pathetic little peddle. It’s not like it’s a big deal. Barely needs any breath wasted on it at all in fact. Funny?! The stone smells of puke and alcohol?!

TRENT: Just throw it out; we have a match to get to.

EDDIE: You’re so right; bigger fish to fry. This black stone is really annoying but ultimately easily disposed of…

(Eddie stands over the bin, puts the black stone between his palms and drives his hands together. Eddie hears a crack that brings a big smile to his face. The stone crumbled into several pieces and fell harmlessly and quietly into the fresh bin bag.)

TRENT: If getting your hands on Valentine and Syberus again tonight wasn't motivation enough to get fired up… What about that shit from Rally? About paying you so he can fuck your mum?

EDDIE: My mum's dead.

TRENT: Sorry.

EDDIE: Don't be. Lot of years ago. Now I am not saying that Rally ISN'T a corpse fucking necrophiliac… but I am saying the money changing hands was nothing to do with whoring out my dead mum's casket to a jobber from Rio. I gave the man a title he was never going to win on his own. Where's the gratitude?

Rally can't go after my wrestling ability to cuss on because he's a tired mid-carder with no engine himself. So bereft of all imagination and intelligence he calls back to his classroom bully classics. "Your mum's a whore, ....my dad could beat up your dad, ....you're fat, ....you're smelly, ....Father O'Brien please don't touch me there…" All that standard schoolyard bullshit. Tragic.

Talking of bullshit… Did you see the promo from Syberus? They let him on British TV! Something screwy there. I know the Brits hate wrestling on TV. Too violent for their precious pampered limey little arses.

TRENT: When they started talking about 'tits' I laughed? I thought in the UK they were all prudish pricks; why name your birds that way?

EDDIE: Blue Tits, Bearded Tits, Great Tits, who gives two shits. I think all that innuendo was a cover up. Call me an old conspiracy theorist, but I think it was actually a trial run for a government agency or something?

TRENT: What? Why?

EDDIE: Well they were clearly trying to weaponize boredom; a little military edge for the puny British Armed Forces. Boredom is something the Brits excel at anyway, but that was another level. It’s less messy and obvious than a chemical weapon attack, but disarming all the same. If he was looking for big profits with his gift for boredom, selling his back catalog of promos won’t net him much money now their currency has tanked. What’s the exchange rate now; Shillings is it? 110 per Cent?

I fell asleep before they started talking shit about us. If you hadn’t pointed it out on the way over here I would have assumed that he was just promoting his latest ornithology show to get the ratings up. How did you stay awake to get to the “good” bit?

That said, the man should diversify into broadcasting; the guy is getting too old to wrestle. I don’t need to stoop so low as promoting my other projects on SWAT. The ratings follow me wherever I go; I just turn up and be myself. It’s almost effortless …apart from the 5 hours a day I devote to promotion in general.

TRENT: Less talking, more hustle. Let’s get down to ringside and get some revenge for The Anzac Cup bull crap. They’re all style and no content; all mouth and no balls. I hate losing and I sure as hell ain’t losing to those sorry bastards again.

EDDIE: I ain’t just here to make up the numbers amigo. Let’s get this shit done. BRING ....IT ....ON!

(Eddie and Trent start to rock up and down on their heels,

building to a jog on the spot and slap their huge shoulders ahead of the expected contact.)



(They finally share a psych-up headbutt, a chest bump and a double fist bump and rage their way out of the locker room, bashing the door open, pumped up and ready for the match.)



#MAINEVENTEDDIE

[Trent Jones MR Bones.]

The Arena lights dim and then go completely black. A video starts to play. Trent Jones champion gold motorcycle is driving down the roads. Fields and farms are in the background. Trent Jones is riding in black pants and white cutoff t shirt and his black ryders vest. Behind him on the bike is Molly. She has on black pants and a black jacket. She has a half head helmet but you can see Molly's beautiful face. Trent pulls into a small diner and parks the bike. Trent hops off and picks up Molly by her tiny waist and helps her off. She kisses her champion boyfriend. Trent grabs the SWAT title off of the front of the bike and puts the belt on.

Trent holds molly hand as the two walk towards the diner front door. Two men sit at the front door they look at each other belt buckles and then they look at Trent title.

Trent looks at molly, “these guys are jealous that my belt buckle is bigger than theirs” the two laugh as they walk closer to the door. Trent opens the door as the two guys look at Molly's ass. Molly enters and Trent turns towards the guys, “enjoy the view but just so you know, it’s full of my seed. So make more comments about how much you would eat that ass.”

Trent is now inside and Molly turns to him,”did you say something about eating ass?”

Trent thinks for a quick second and replied, “oh, no, I said that I was so hungry I could eat a skunk's ass”

The two find a table with one of those red and white checkered tablecloths with a roll of paper towel and a basket full of different bbq sauces. The two sit down and they continue to hold hands.

It’s that new relationship love that everyone that is not in a new relationship hates. That love where two people like to spend their time together. Where both people are trying to not fart in front of the other. Hell Trent hasn’t took a shit in 2 days.

“It’s funny to think that SWAT thinks the fans want to see Trent Jones and Eddie D vs the old talent yet again. I mean let’s face it at this point Syb is carrying the team and that isn’t saying much. Syb is going to feel the lights out mother Fer or maybe he will be the victim of our finisher moves, but you see Syb I am here to make sure you know you're not worthy to be in the ring with me.”

Trent looks at the menu and then looks at Molly, “So the fans, fuck them, I agree but they feel I don’t respect SWAT and the talent here. But fuck let’s face it Eddie D and Trent are the top dogs, but I guess I need to be fair. Valentine I want to thank you for all your hard work here in SWAT. You have been a major part of the history of this place. You have been able to defeat many of the top stars of SWAT.”

Molly smiles and squeezes Trent hand, “baby see, giving these wrestlers credit for what they have done shows good character not weakness.”

Trent continues to comment, “Truth be known Syb is really on a roll and is proving he is a top star. But I hate to give him credit for it.” Trent smiles, “well I figure making these jobbers look like stars makes me look better so I have to build up this trash. It makes them feel better, kind of like when I told my ex-girlfriend she gave good head. Truth is she made the next girl look so much better but the ex felt better at the time and kept sucking.”

Molly is not impressed with Trent talking about his ex and some other skank.

“Look molly I can see you're not impressed with me bringing up the past. I am sorry about that but I’d figure you spoke about her ex many times…”

Trent realized that Molly really wasn’t in the mood to hear about his blow jobs and all that and she didn’t want to have him throw her ex back at them. Lucky for them both the waitress showed up and took the order

*******

The video jumps ahead

Trent and Molly arriving to the arena. Trent parks the gold bike and grabs his title. One of the recent new pledges of the ryders is standing at the door with his wrestling gear and a bag for Molly. Trent thanks him and sends him on his way.

Being world champion, being one half of the best tag team in SWAT had got them a lot of attention. The ryders be back baby but that will have to wait.

*********

Live in the arena

White trash renegade hits the arena and his intro video plays. A strobe light flashes as Molly walks out holding up the title. She is dressed in an all black leather outfit and her beautiful blonde hair is pulled back and she smiles.

Trent steps out wearing black biker pants and he has on a white long sleeve shirt that says killing it on the arms. His black Ryder vest is on. He has a Borthers In Anarchy hat on Turned backwards. Molly leads Trent to the ring holding up his title. Trent calls for a microphone.

“Texas what the fuck is happening, it’s your boy Trent Jones. You were all gifted tonight with seeing the very sexy Molly and let me tell you she makes me feel like the luckiest man on the planet… ok but back to business.”

Trent walks around the ring looking out at the fans, “the world has been gifted the greatest gift sense… well let’s face it porn. You see right now you are about to watch the greatest tag team in the world take on two of the most overrated wrestlers in SWAT. Look around you are standing with the lucky bastards. You have SWAT champion Trent Mr. Bones Jones and Eddie D set to take the trash out here tonight.”

Trent grabs the title from molly, “some of you say I don’t act like a champion… but let’s face it I just win and I beat mother fuckers up. That sounds like a great recipe to be the champion. Some of the roster wants me to show more respect and the other half want me fired because they know they have no chance against Me. People need to earn my respect, I am no liberal I don’t hand shit out for free… oh you get free respect oh and you get free respect.”

Many of the fans cheer for Trent Jones, “it’s almost fitting that tonight I will prove in the lone star state who the fucking star is. Trent Jones and Eddie D are the stars of SWAT. The new blood, the new era is in full swing… behold SWAT your new daddy is here. And guess what I ain’t giving you bastards nothing. I am going to continue to defeat each of you reject. We will send you straight to the back of the line. You see only Valentin and simba get to keep getting matches with me.”

“But I truly wonder what makes my opponents think they deserve a match against us and what the fuck was that bird watching shit you all were forced to watch. I stopped while on the road when i get some tweets sent to me that said that valentine and Syb were playing bird hunters… glad to see they have something to fall back on after we flatten these fuckers in the ring tonight. My partner is love crazy with a former champ from here. But he is ready to go and ready to lay a mother fucker out.”

Trent smiles as he walks towards Molly, “I am the champion and I have Molly, what more do I need?”


**** The arena goes dark and a figure dressed in all black shows on the video screen. He even has on a black mask. He stands at the altar of Trents Church House.

The man speaks, “the darkness consumes your heart, your mind and your SOUL! You can keep playing house with Molly but at some point you will show her the real you… don’t worry Bones… I will be here when you get back!”

Trent and Molly are seen heading the back as the arena lights come on.

[SWAT Team]

Frank Salazar : The following contest is a Tornado Tag Team Texas Death Match! In order to beat your opponents, you must pin one of them for the count of ten!

The Stylistics; ‘Heat Magnet’ Jonnie Valentine & 110% Syberus Vs The Brothers in Anarchy ; Mr Bones Trent Jones & THE Big Deal Eddie D

["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: Introducing first, from Manchester, England, standing 6' and weighing 232lbs... 110% SYBERUS! And from Palm Springs, California, standing 5'10 and weighing 230lbs... ‘Heat Magnet’ JONNIE VALENTINE! THE STYLISTICS!!!!!

[The Society head down the ramp greeting fans along the way some of whom perform bowing motions. Syb and Jonnie climb opposite stairs. They each climb a turnbuckle and soak in the crowd's reaction.]

Andrew Fulton : Syberus has to be upset tonight entering this match. He was screwed out of his International Championship by Eddie D, who ultimately held his feet down and cost him the title to Rally Jackson.

Jeremy Tucker: [/b]All’s fair in love and war, and tonight these two teams definitely aren’t in love with each other as they look to add another battle to the war. They also met up in the ANZAC Cup, where the Stylistics got one over on The Brothers of Anarchy before winning the entire tournament.

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

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

Jeremy Tucker: Trent’s still our SWAT World Heavyweight Champion, having taken the championship off of Valentine and defended it last show against Psychotic Goth. Do you think he and Eddie D could add more gold as the XHF Tag Team Champions?

Andrew Fulton : I think both of these teams would beat the hell out of Dos Angeles and take the belts, but tonight they’re going to beat the hell out of each other. This is Tornado Texas Death -- no tags, all four men are legal, no disqualifications or countouts, and the only way to win is to pin your opponent to the count of ten.

Jeremy Tucker : There’s the bell -- and right away, these two are after each other! Syberus has already pulled down the ropes and sent a charging Trent Jones to the outside! As their partners exchange lefts and rights, he flies by… baseball slide!

Andrew Fulton : Off the distraction, Eddie just kicked Valentine real low! The fans aren’t happy but… HEADACHE FROM HELL! EDDIE D GOES LOW AND IT PAYS OFF BIG TIME!

Jeremy Tucker : Valentine’s down from that impact, here’s the pin! The cover and the count! This one might already be over!

ONE!

TWO!

Andrew Fulton : Valentine with the kickout at two out of just some pure instinct there. He’d have eight more seconds to kickout or he’d lose this match. These teams are going to tear each other apart.

Jeremy Tucker : Hard to do much when you’ve been kicked in the family jewels though! Valentine’s gotta be careful as another shot like that could be the end of him. Syberus is back in the ring to defend his partner, only to be caught in the bear hug!

Andrew Fulton : No submissions in this match either, but look at Eddie D wearing down Syberus here. He’s got him right in his hands… and here comes Trent, bouncing off the ropes, SANDWICHING SYBERUS! OUCH!

Jeremy Tucker : These two powerhouses are manhandling the Stylistics in the early-goings here. Trent’s left the ring and he’s looking under the apron… what’s he looking for?

Andrew Fulton : A spare set of ring ropes. Our technicians have been changing out the ropes between each match, and the Brothers have something in mind here!

Jeremy Tucker : Trent’s wrapping that rope around Jonnie’s neck… Jonnie is struggling for air here, if he passes out, it’ll be easy to pin him for the ten count!

Andrew Fulton : Jonnie’s fighting it though! He pulls on the rope to move Trent, but Trent’s just too damn big! He elbows Trent and again, finding breaking out of the choke! Jonnie hurricanranas Trent, sending him out of the ring and breaking this into a one-on-one!

Jeremy Tucker : Eddie whips him across the ring, but Jonnie’s right there with the basement dropkick, dropping him down to one knee! With Eddie on one knee, the former world champion’s planted him to the mat with a spike DDT!

Andrew Fulton : Jonnie’s helping up his partner, and both of them have their hands on that rope! They’ve got their hand on it, and they’ve whipping his back! Look at those welts!

Jeremy Tucker : Eddie’s screaming out in pain and he’s all alone in that ring right now! Jones is starting to get back up to his feet on the outside, and the Stylistics are right on top of him, hammering down left and rights. They’ve got their eyes on the steel steps…

Andrew Fulton : ...and into the steps Trent goes! Trent crashes into the steps into July, and he’s bleeding from his shoulder! Look at that nasty gash flow!

Jeremy Tucker : They’re isolating the Brothers, taking the big men apart by keeping them apart from each other. Syberus is under the ring right now, and he’s just pulled out a table!

Andrew Fulton : They’re setting it up, and it looks like Trent Jones has a reservation here! They’ve got him up on the table… Syberus climbs onto the apron...

Jeremy Tucker : ...and he goes FLYING! EDDIE CRASHES INTO HIM WITH A RUNNING SHOULDER BLOCK, SENDING SYBERUS THROUGH THE TABLE AND JONES!

Andrew Fulton : What a move! Eddie with that burst of size, strength, and speed, but Syberus also lands on his tag team partner!

Jeremy Tucker : This Tornado Texas Death Match has been back and forth! Valentine gets back into the ring to bring the fight to Eddie and these two are going at it!

Andrew Fulton : What a move! Eddie with the front facelock, but Valentine shows his own strength with a running powerslam! He covers Eddie!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Jeremy Tucker : Eddie kicks out at four! He’s still got the energy! These two teams will fight forever at this rate, their hatred keeps them firing on all cylinders!

Andrew Fulton : Valentine is crawling to the ropes and slowly pulling himself up rope by rope. He’s been worn down and trying to get his sea legs ever since that opening low blow, and now he’s got ‘em back. He’s warming up for the Picture Perfect Dropkick!

Jeremy Tucker : And there it is! Dropkick! Dropkick from Valentine! The cover and the count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

Jeremy Tucker : Trent breaks the count! Trent breaks the count! Trent Jones dives in with the double axe handle and saves his brother in arms!

Andrew Fulton : Valentine isn’t pleased as he goes right after Trent with a stiff right hand, but Trent jumps up and lands the superman punch! Valentine goes down!

Jeremy Tucker : Trent’s building up a head full of steam as the crowd rises to their feet to boo the champion! He rips Valentine off of the mat and sends him screaming into the turnbuckles!

Andrew Fulton : One, two, three punches from Trent! You all know what comes next! He bounces off the ropes, and delivers a hellacious big boot to Valentine! Valentine goes down hard!

Jeremy Tucker : Trent locks in the grounded sleeper and wraps his tree-trunk legs around Valentine’s mid-section! Lights Out M Fer!

Andrew Fulton : Valentine’s screaming out in pain as he looks to break free but that hold is locked on tight! Look how red he’s getting already!

Jeremy Tucker : The referee’s powerless to stop this one even if Valentine wanted to submit! Trent can sleeper him out right here, but this match only ends with a pin to the count of ten! Valentine can’t even get a rope break here! He’s caught, and caught bad at that!

Andrew Fulton : I don’t think he’s moving! Trent Jones is choking the life out of the former heavyweight champion and this crowd hates him for it! I don’t know if he’s going to be able to get back in this match!

Jeremy Tucker : Wait a minute -- someone’s slid a chair into the ring! 110% Syberus just slid a chair into the ring from the outside!

Andrew Fulton : But why would he do that? Eddie D’s already back to his feet, and he’s already bending down to grab the chair with his big meaty paws!

Jeremy Tucker : What a shot with that weapon, opening up Eddie D! Syberus played him like a fiddle there, getting his opponent to take his eyes off the ball! Whatever that is, he also strikes Trent with it, finally freeing his partner from the hold!

Andrew Fulton : But has the damage been done? Syberus may have saved his partner, but it might be a little too late here! What the hell is that he has in his hands? He just creamed the Brothers of Anarchy it!

Jeremy Tucker : It’s… it’s a wrench! Syberus just clocked Trent hard, literally throwing a wrench into his plans! He’s checking on his partner, and I don’t think Valentine knows where he is right now!

Andrew Fulton : I’ll do you one better, Jeremy: I don’t think Jonnie has gotten to breathe oxygen into his lungs in the past few minutes!

Jeremy Tucker : Eddie’s back up… and uh oh, here it comes ladies and gentlemen! Count along at home! Syberus drops the wrench, and there’s one snapmare! Two snapmares! Three! Four! Five! Six!

Andrew Fulton : Can Syberus hit ten snapmares for a ten count? Seven! Eight!

Jeremy Tucker : Look at both men wobble! They look like those dolls that wobble and don’t fall down, and I’m a little dizzy myself from all that action! He jumps up and delivers the knees to the face!

Andrew Fulton : Codebreaker! This one might be over!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Jeremy Tucker : Eddie D kicks out! How does he keep doing it?

Andrew Fulton : Syberus is going to have to reach deep down in the bag of tricks to get the win tonight! Where he’s going?

Jeremy Tucker : If he can’t reach down into his bag of tricks, he can certainly reach for a weapon! The crowd comes alive as he slides out one of the tallest ladders we keep under that ring! He slides it into the ring, but Eddie… somehow Eddie is back on his feet, and he doesn’t want that ladder anywhere in there!

Andrew Fulton : Syberus finally gets the ladder into the ring, but Eddie D is still having none of it! That shot to the throat looked vicious! Syb goes doubling over in pain, and Eddie gets behind him… Full Nelson Bomb!

Jeremy Tucker : No! Syberus counters into an arm drag, sending Eddie crashing against the ladder! Is he going to begin making the climb?

Andrew Fulton : Yes! The former International champion is not known for his aerial performances but it looks like he’s going to climb way up into the high-risk district! Go big or go home against these two men, it’s going to take a Herculean effort to put either team way!

Jeremy Tucker : Syberus climbs up the ladder, and he looks to drop a fist onto his opponent from way up high! What’s going to happen here-- wait, here comes Trent!

Andrew Fulton : I’m still so surprised these ladders can hold big guys like the Brothers, but he’s climbing right up behind Syberus! The crowd’s tipped him off, and now we have these two men high up above the ring, slugging it out against each other!

Jeremy Tucker : One wrong move and that might spend the end for these two! They’re both so close to the edge of the ring, they could plummet to the floor at any given moment! Syberus opens the salvo with a chop right to the throat! OW!

Andrew Fulton : Trent responds with a right hook! Then a left! The world champion is rallying in the bottom of the ninth here, high above the ring! He grabs Syberus and turns him around, looking for the sleeper!

Jeremy Tucker : If he locks in Lights Out M Fer up there, this is over! Syberus is locked in! He’s trapped up there! Trent moves to wrap a leg around him as well, and if he does this… wait, what’s Syberus doing? He’s got his hand wrapped underneath Trent’s neck… NO! Don’t do this SYBERUS!

Andrew Fulton : DIAMOND CUTTER TO THE FLOOR! DIAMOND CUTTER TO THE FLOOR! BOTH MEN JUST CRASHED DOWN HARD ON THE OUTSIDE!

Jeremy Tucker : WE MIGHT NEED A MEDIC! HOLY SHIT! Syberus got one over on the world champion and took him out of the action with that Cutter, but he may have taken himself out as well!

Andrew Fulton : Look at the replay -- Syberus knew the floor was right there, but he tossed himself off with reckless abandon to take care of his opponent! Both men aren’t moving on the outside, but inside the ring, a coughing Jonnie V makes it back to his feet!

Jeremy Tucker : Eddie’s back up as well! Syberus has turned this match into a one-on-one as our medical staff is out here checking on him and Trent, but these two… oh no, now Jonnie and Eddie are climbing up opposite sites of the ladder now too!

Andrew Fulton : These two teams are going to stop at nothing to beat each other once and for all! Up the ladder they go, and it’s better positioned in the center of the ring now, but it’s still a long fall for whoever comes up short in this fight!

Jeremy Tucker : A left from Eddie! A right from Valentine! After each shot, both men are dangling up above! These two competitors are absolutely spent but neither man will give in here!

Andrew Fulton : Wait -- who’s that coming down the ramp? She’s not part of the medic team!

Jeremy Tucker : It’s Susi Spitz! She’s got her eyes set on the two men on that ladder, but why is she here?

Andrew Fulton : The former world champion slides into the ring… Eddie D’s going to fall! He’s taken his eyes off of Valentine to focus on her, and I know that look in Valentine’s eye! He’s about to Picture Perfect Dropkick him into oblivion!

Jeremy Tucker : He’s about to leap… wait!

Andrew Fulton : She just climbed up the ladder and uppercut Jonnie straight in the family jewels! This crowd is booing loudly as Jonnie falls forward, leaning against the ladder but clearly in pain!

Jeremy Tucker : Eddie’s beaming ear to ear… he quickly re-focuses, grabbing Jonnie… HEADACHE FROM HELL FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!

Andrew Fulton : Eddie D and Jonnie Valentine crash to the mat! Both men are down, and neither of them are moving here! This is anarchy with all four men down!

Jeremy Tucker : Spitz is still in the ring… she grabs Eddie’s giant hand and drapes his arm over! The referee has no choice but to count! Not this way!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

TEN!

Andrew Fulton : This one’s over!

Jeremy Tucker : Damnit!

Frank Salazar : Here are your winners, The Big Deal EDDIE DDDDDDD, and the SWAT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION “Mr Bones” TRENT JONESSSSSS .... THE BROTHERS IN ANARCHY!!!

Andrew Fulton : What a match! These two teams went to war, and in the end, the Brothers in Anarchy were able to come out on top!

Jeremy Tucker : Not without a pretty big damn assist from Susi Spitz though! Is she joining the Brothers in Anarchy? Last we saw her she was a member of the Society before her hiatus ....

Andrew Fulton : I haven’t a clue, but did you see that wink she just gave Eddie? He’s gone weak at the knees as she’s exited the ring and begun her walk up the aisle past the broken bodies of Syberus and our World Champion Trent Jones!

Jeremy Tucker : Spitz makes a statement tonight, and I have a feeling that when the Stylistics are all healed up, they’re going to want more than just an explanation out of her!