Battleground #29 : Born for Greatness (Show)

[SWAT Team]

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

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome fans! Welcome to Knoxville! Welcome to Battleground! WELCOME TO SWAT!!! What a show ‘Whatever it Takes’ was, we got a NEW X Crown Champion folks!

Andrew Fulton : Well, we don’t. MCCW does. Death Trap waltzed right in here and took off with the belt, doing so on OUR HOME TURF!!!

Jeremy Tucker : All due to that snake Timeless Alex Turner!

Andrew Fulton : That made my night, what a thing of beauty it was to see him wallop Caffrey right in the Musch!

Jeremy Tucker : But now they have the X Crown!

Andrew Fulton : They are welcome to it. We still have our OWN belts.

Jeremy Tucker : That we do, and tonight our WORLD Heavyweight Championship is on the line, as Champion ‘Mr Bones’ Trent Jones defends against ‘The Golden God’ Rally Jackson.

Andrew Fulton : The Golden God loves the Gold. Mr Bones could be in trouble tonight.

Jeremy Tucker : Also tonight, we have the Dream Match of ‘Hard to Follow’ Jonnie Valentine going up against Anthony Caffrey. This should be a match for the ages.

Andrew Fulton : No doubt. Two of the biggest stars of the entire XHF meet in this epic encounter,

Jeremy Tucker : Also, at ‘Whatever it Takes’, we saw Commissioner Zoran book a number one contender match for tonights show, pitting 110% Syberus against THE Big Deal Eddie D!

Andrew Fulton : Eddie has been after Syberus for the longest time, and now we get to see him take him out!

Jeremy Tucker : Out? I think Syberus will have other thoughts on that.

Andrew Fulton : How about this new TV Title? Ten Minute matches!

Jeremy Tucker : And it will be defended EVERY show! Commencing tonight in a ten man battle royal!

Andrew Fulton : Fun times. I am really looking forward to the 6 man match though, and seeing the Bandits finish off the love birds Soutter and Linda and Armand too for good measure for sticking his new beak in Bandit business.

Jeremy Tucker : It’s going to be one hell of a show ... all that and more, we’ll be right back with the opening match up, after a few words from our wrestlers next!

[vastrix]

Armand von Krauss walks through the backstage area with Paul Soutter at his side. They walk into the room where the food is laid out for workers and staff. Armand wrinkles his nose at the spread, opting to light an Egyptian cigarette instead. Paul, on the other hand, loads up a plate of food.

Von Krauss: If I had known that this food would have been so popular, I would have seen to it that it would have been vergiftet.

Paul nods while eating.

Soutter: Yeah! It would have been...what was that you say?

Von Krauss: Poisoned.

Paul stops eating for a moment, a sandwich halfway up to his face before he takes another bite.

Soutter: You didn't did you?

Armand idly flicks ashes onto the floor with a cruel smile.

Von Krauss: Didn't do what?

Soutter: Poison the food.

Armand laughs a little, blowing smoke into the air to choke on of the road agents that has also paused eating due to the sudden threat of being posioned.

Von Krauss: I have not, but the thought has crossed my mind. It would have been a sloppy move at best, hurting would be allies as well as enemies. Best to defeat them in the ring at their own schwächelnde Kampfspiele.

Soutter: Right. I think. We'll teach these bozos a lesson that they will never forget!

Paul goes back to eating, relieved that Armand did not poison the food. Armand flicks ashes onto the plate of the road agent that is standing just a bit too close for comfort.

Agent: Hey, what the fuck?

Armand raises an eyebrow, sparing a withering gaze toward the road agent. The unsaid point is taken and the road agent smiles nervously.

Agent: Right. Thanks for the extra seasoning. I'll just be on my way now.

Armand chuckles as he watches the road agent hurriedly leave, dumping his plate in the garbage as he does so.

Von Krauss: I think that we will teach these KGB people a lesson. They should have never kicked you out of the group that you founded.

Soutter: Right. You, me, and Linda will mess them up so bad that their own mommas won't recognize them.

Von Krauss: Richtig.

Soutter: Bless you!

Von Krauss: What?

Soutter: You sneezed didn't you?

Armand just sighs.

Von Krauss: Let's just find Linda and make sure that we're on the same page for this match.

Soutter: Let's do it!

[edwarddubin0604]

(Jade is in the locker room with her sister Kim as she prepares for her match with Joanne Canelli. She is focused as she continues to get prepared for whatever Joanne has in store for her as the door opens and Glamourous Glenda enters the locker room as Kim stands between them arms folded.)

Jade: "Let her through Kim she's not going to be stupid enough to harm me."

(Kim steps aside.)

Glamourous Glenda: "What was that all about."

Jade: "Oh you know poor Joanne is pissing mad because Linda La Fey kicked her sorry ass last Background without her KGB....Oh wait former KGB crime associates namely The Hired Killers since she kicked us out. Look at what has happened since we were thrown out of he KGB."

Glamourous Glenda: "You lost to Timeless Alex Turner and Roxylishus."

Jade: "Yeah but guess what happened to Timeless after he screwed Anthony Caffrey."

Glamourous Glenda: "He attacked Caffrey."

Jade: "Yeah but he also got a sudden attack of PSDS."

Glamourous Glenda: "PSDS."

Jade: "Post Stupid Distress Syndrome."

Glamourous Glenda: "What's that."

Jade: "When an asshole like Timeless, who has a really big bruised ego, costs Anthony Caffrey his X-Crown Championship and then forgets that he could have had a chance at challenging for the X-Crown Championship. Oh no he had to screw Anthony Caffrey his championship and then realized too little and too late that now he's probably going to be whining and crying though he won't admit to it."

Glamourous Glenda: "You think Joanne Canelli is suffering from the same thing."

Jade: "Nooooooo.....Of course she isn't. She's suffering from something much worse than what Timeless is suffering from and that's PBVSS."

Glamourous Glenda: "Uh what's that."

Jade: "The answer is rather obvious."

Glamourous Glenda: "It is."

Jade: "It's Post Buffy the Vampire Slayer Syndrome."

Glamourous Glenda: "Must I ask."

Jade: "You already did."

Glamourous Glenda: "I guess I did."

Jade: "It's the fact that Linda prevented Joanne from turning her into one of her submissive vampire concubines. Now when Linda won the championship Joanne was given a reality check and a well deserved one I might add and now that she's recovered she's now on the warpath. She wants to take it out on the first person she thinks she can beat and who's that Glenda."

Glamourous Glenda: "You mean you."

Jade: "Yeah all because me and my sister Kim were applauding Linda on her victory before leaving. What can we say we were partners in Call To Arms and she needed teammates and we answered the call. We respect that and we know that Joanne doesn't appreciate real loyalty. So tonight Joanne and I step into the ring and there's going to be real blood spilled and I don't mean just mine. I'm going to be spilling hers as well."

Glamourous Glenda: "You think she'll have her bodyguards or fellow KGB members."

Jade: "Would it be surprising if she did."

Glamourous Glenda: "I guess it wouldn't."

Jade: "You know the deal then."

Glamourous Glenda: "So Kim will be with you as usual."

Jade: "We're sisters and we go everywhere together."

Glamourous Glenda: "You think you can beat Joanne."

Jade: "Never count a Hired Killer out. After Joanne it's going to be back into the championship picture again and I'm going to be on top again."

Glamourous Glenda: "You mean like the three way a few years ago when Linda was champion."

Jade: "If I get a shot at the championship I plan on doing it one on one by myself. However, right not I'm totally focused on Joanne Canelli in what's going to be a battle between two former SWAT Amazons Women's Champions."

Glamourous Glenda: "This does sound like a good match on paper."

Jade: "It's going to be a classic and Joanne's going to find out that I'm not going to back down and I stand my ground whether she likes it or not."

Glamourous Glenda: "You know she's going to be angry about what you're saying about her."

Jade: "We all know she's not going to be happy about what anyone says about her."

Glamourous Glenda: "Is it true you wanted this match because of what happened to your sister at Joanne's hands."

Jade: "You mean after that sonofabitch Zoran did to set us up by having Kim steal her belt and I foolishly had Kim return it. At least Kim took it like a real woman and I plan on returning the favor with a beating of my own."

(Glamourous Glenda looks at Kim who glares at her arms still folded.)

Glamourous Glenda: "She looks like she's wanting satisfaction."

Jade: "Yeah but tonight she's going to see me get even for what Joanne did to Kim."

Glamourous Glenda: "So you're out for blood."

Jade: "Yeah and then some for what she did to Kim."

Glamourous Glenda: "Well I wish you luck against Joanne."

Jade: "We make our own luck."

Kim: "Like we always say 'You got the money and we got the time.' Believe us Glenda this one's going to be free and on the house."

Jade: "Let's go Kim."

Kim: "Right behind you sister."

(They leave the locker room.)

Glamourous Glenda: "You can tell there's some bad blood between these women. Back to you guys."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

[Jonnie Valentine]

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Daniel Davis: ...so remember, when you need discount contacts lenses for less, don't go to the optometrist like a mark. Go on and give the hot tag to your mailman and have them delivered to your door. That's Lens Delivery. Enter the promo code Worked Shoot and get $10 off your next order


Thomas Young: $10?! That's too much! You're crazy. 


Daniel Davis: I'm doing it baby. That's Lens Delivery. Go ahead and give em a call. Alright Jonnie, sorry bout that. Let's get back to our subject today, we have "Hard To Follow" Jonnie Valentine here with us, the owner of Hardkore World, the premiere company of the 90s and 2000s, and we are doing a watch-a-long of Hardkore Helloween 2004. Now Eerie Von was starting to catch fire here, one of those times like Diesel, Big Bubba Rogers and Eddie D where the bodyguard becomes more popular than the guy he's protecting. What do you think it was about Eerie Von that captured people's imagination back then?


"Hard To Follow" Jonnie Valentine: That he did the chokeslam. 


Daniel Davis: Sick. Sick. What do you think his ultimate downfall was? 


Jonnie Valentine: That he only knew how to say chokeslam. 


Thomas Young: That's so wild, man. 


Daniel Davis: It is, it is. Like I remember as a little kid, man. Eerie Von was like everything to me. But really he only...


Thomas Young: He only did the chokeslam. 


Daniel Davis: Right, right. That's nuts, man. 


Thomas Young: Totally. 


Jonnie Valentine: Right. How long have we been on? 


Thomas Young: Four hours. 


Daniel Davis: Now Soutter was in this barbed wire battle royal in 2004, and he was 428 pounds. How did he lose so much weight? 


Jonnie Valentine: His knees were shot, doctors said he had to lose weight, so I believe he stopped drinking gravy as a beverage. 


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Thomas Young: I'm gonna tag in here and tell you that I am over with my dog because of Doggie Bistro, and cooking together has really brought us closer together ever since Michelle left and took the kids. 


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Jonnie Valentine: That's a great deal. 


Daniel Davis: Do you have a dog, Jonnie? 


Jonnie Valentine: No, I'd be too afraid Trent Jones would try and have sex with it when I was out of town. 


Thomas Young: Understood. 


Daniel Davis: Now I'm gonna switch gears here a bit and ask you about Suzie Spitz. What happened there?


Jonnie Valentine: I know, it's confusing. Suzie Spitz was the first female member of The Society of the New Breed. She had the backing of the best wrestlers on this planet and then threw it away to hook up with Eddie Spaghetti? If it was men she was after, we could have found her an Eddie D in any bowling alley in town. Just look for the guy sanitizing the shoes.  


Daniel Davis: That's totally mental. 


Thomas Young: Really is. 


Daniel Davis: You know, as we're looking at Rally Jackson giving Robert Hunglestien III the Barry White Driver here, can you tell us what all this interference is doing for you, upstairs, ya know...


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Daniel Davis: Back to the question, what can you do about every match ending in a run-in these days? 


Jonnie Valentine: Zoran Sainovic needs to put a babygate at the gorilla position that's for sure. That would at least keep out Suzi Spitz. But look, I get it. Everyone wants the rub from Jonnie Valentine. They grew up watching me, their Dads got them my action figures for Christmas and their mothers used my posters to finish. Most of the time, these poor bastards are just watching me from behind the curtain and before they realize it, they're wandering towards the ring. Just trying to get close, close as they can to the most beautiful thing they've ever seen. But once they stumble into the ring, they see that they could never be this perfect, this effortless. No one will ever be on podcasts 20 years from now commenting on how ahead of their time they were here. They realize that they will be the other guy. The guy that fuckhead hosts 20 years from now will ask "What was the deal with Eddie D?" or "What went wrong with Suzi Spitz? How did that become so bad so fast?" And it tears them apart, Daniel. They suddenly must destroy what they can't understand. They're sending a message to that fuckhead podcast host "Not so special now, is he?" 


Thomas Young: Are we the fuckhead hosts here?


Jonnie Valentine: Stay with me Thomas. Suzi Spitz joined that racist biker incel gang not because she thought they could help her career, but because she has the hots for a guy who looks like he ate Bam Bam Bigelow. At least it wasn't Trent Jones. Then she'd have to go with him to Trump rallies and star in viral videos where she yells at people for asking her to wear a mask at the Piggly Wiggly. 


Daniel Davis: Now it's got to be disappointing that your match in Knoxville with Anthony Caffrey suddenly isn't the XHF World Title Match that you signed for, but before you answer that, I'm gonna slide into the ring with a quick word from PudMaxx. There's one thing that all guys have in common, they like pudding. 


Thomas Young: Guilty! 


Daniel Davis: But store brand puddings are so blah, and making it yourself can take forever! 


Thomas Young: I don't got that kinda time! I want to be snackin on some pudding right now, boy! 


Daniel Davis: Then get ready for PudMaxx to show you how today's guy enjoys pudding. Every week, PudMaxx delivers the latest pudding to you. Try it. If you like it, that's your pudding, man! And if you don't, simply take the rest of the uneaten pudding down to FedEx and mail it back to us, wait 6-8 weeks, and receive a full refund! 


Thomas Young: That's like free pudding! 


Daniel Davis: Enter Worked Shoot into the promo code and get a free tapioca pudding on us! 


Thomas Young: Gonna be smackin that shit up like my Mee Maw, son! 


Daniel Davis: Anyway, so Zoran Sainovic promises you an XHF World title shot, then Anthony Caffrey loses it in Dallas to Death Trap. What does that do to you? 


Jonnie Valentine: Obviously, it's frustrating, Daniel. Wrestling Anthony Caffrey can be a taxing experience, you at least want to be able to get something out of it. But Caffrey couldn't hold up his end of the deal, and he shows up to Knoxville empty handed. Now I'm left to beat him and have nothing to show for it afterwards. But it's just like what the hookers Trent Jones hires say when all they have to do is hold him while he sobs uncontrollably on their shoulders, "The pay's the same."


Thomas Young: You keep mentioning this guy Trent Jones. Who is that? 


Jonnie Valentine: That's the SWAT World Heavyweight Champion.


Thomas Young: Really? I never see him defend it. Is he new? 


Jonnie Valentine: Eh, he's defended it once. 


Daniel Davis: I missed it too, How was it?


Jonnie Valentine: (pulls his collar) Yeesh. 


Daniel Davis: Anthony Caffrey is going to be snakebit after losing his XHF Championship so quickly and having such an unremarkable reign. He's going to try and get back in the conversation with a win. You're trying to leap over him to get your shot at the XHF Championship. What will be the difference maker?  


Jonnie Valentine: I'm what Top Guy means. Wherever I go becomes immediately more important because I decided to be there. Once, as a rib, I won the CWF German title in 2003, and I forced the wrestling world to chase me down there so they could hear matches in broken English just for the honor of wrestling me. I did that to amuse myself, because it's just that easy.  Anthony Caffrey tried to be a Top Guy and got burned by the spotlight. XHF gave him the ball, and he lost it to a guy he claimed "couldn't close". It's the Picture Perfect Dropkick against an anklelock. The tried and true main eventer, the architect of Hardkore World, and the man who laid out the blueprint for all that we do against Rachael Maddow. The difference is clear and stark, the people see it. It's why he has to have Zoran throw a jacket over his head so he can sprint to his car in the parking lot. It's why he checks in to hotels with characters' names from Scrubs. And it's why I can only watch Cup Of Caffrey at 4am if they don't have a good silver cleaner infomercial that week. Caffrey's got a bad summer coming, and I may as well be the architect of that too. 


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[Venom 🕷]

We open up on two chairs. They sit about six feet apart. In the middle but off set towards the back of the scene is a table with some sort of set up to hold something upright. In one chair sits El Combatiente and in the other sits his manager Javier. Javier has an iPad in his hands.

Javier: Hello?

There's a long beat and then something comes through on the other end of the iPad and in the corner of the screen comes the face of Nelly Angel as it is seen on the iPad.

Nelly: Not you again. I don't want to conduct an interview for you where you wont actually ask the questions I'm asking.

Javier: This is not that, but you're one to complain about me calling you. Just a few weeks ago you were calling me non-stop for an interview about LD.

Nelly: Sure. That's what I was calling for.

Javier: Anyway, I don't want you to conduct an interview, I need a mediator.

Nelly: Okay...

Javier: As you know I messed up. I got swayed by the Evil of LD and my client here noticed and is a wee bit upset with me. So far I've done my part making it up to him by being who he wants me to be, but I'd still got work to to regain his trust fully. I've earned some back by getting him a slot on an inter-federation mega show and then some more by earning him his first title shot in SWAT but he wants me to go through something else.

Nelly: And that is?

Javier: Couples counseling...

Nelly begins laughing uncontrollably and Javier does not seem amused. Nelly takes a deep breath and regains his composure.

Nelly: Okay, I'm sorry. Why does that include me.

Javier: We don't have time to search a counselor as we bounce around from city to city so we need someone we trust to listen to us and help us with our differences.

Nelly: So you want me to listen to you translate what he says and listen to what you say and try and help you two understand each other?

Javier: Simply, yes.

Nelly: I don't know...

Javier: Please Nelly. We have two big matches this week. We have a battle royal against nine other men and while my client is red hot and even just defeated one of his opponents as a high flyer he is at a bit of a disadvantage in this over-the-top style of match. If he's going to pull this out we absolutely have to be on the same page. There's a tag team in this match that will be working together and if we don't work together they will be the only two left. We've got to get this cleared up and like America's beloved hero Obi Wan you Nelly are our only hope.

Nelly sighs and reluctantly says.

Nelly: Okay, lets do it.

To be continued.

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Ladies and Gentlemen this match is truly going to be a grudge match. When Canelli and the other Bandits culled The Hired Killers from the KGB, that didn’t sit well.

Andrew Fulton: They should never have been in to begin with.

Jeremy Tucker: At 27 Jade is in great shape and ready, but she must keep in mind that Joanne Canelli is also ready. I saw both of these ladies backstage earlier tonight.

Andrew Fulton: Was it in the women's locker room?

Jeremy Tucker: You can be such a creep!

Andrew Fulton: Thank you I appreciate that you noticed my level of game.

Jeremy Tucker: These great Women of SWAT deserve to be treated with Respect.

Andrew Fulton: I agree they deserve some respect… but this is a show opening match, hell the real talent hasn’t even arrived yet.

Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from Bangkok, Thailand. Coming in at 150 pounds .... Jade!!!!!

"Street Fight (On the Sunset Strip)" By Guns N' Roses plays and Jade comes to the ring slowly and ominously accompanied by her twin sister Kim. She jumps on the ring apron and does a sunset flip kip up before standing in the center of the ring looking slowly from side to side before slowly and ominously taking off her dark shades and placing them in her trenchcoat and slowly and ominously taking off her trenchcoat glaring as she slowly goes to her corner continuing to glare at the opposite corner and her sister does the samething before giving her advice.

Jeremy Tucker: Kim is standing outside of the ring, she looks just as angry as Jade.

Andrew Fulton: I think it’s sad she needs her sister to help her.

Jeremy Tucker: Your an Idiot, but looks like it’s time to Joanne Canelli enter.

Frank Salazar : Introducing her challenger, Hailing from the Jersey Shore . Coming in at 135 pounds .... She is the Don… She is Joanne Canelli!!!!!!

The house lights go down, as a spotlight goes over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the back of the entrance way, as Courtesy Call by Thousand Foot Krutch begins to play. A picture of the Italian Flag appears on the screen with the letters F.B.I over the flag, with the words "FULL BLOODED ITALIAN" is written underneath. It soon changes to scenes of mob hits, newspaper clippings from just recent to the late 1900's, but soon changes once again, to shots of the Mafioso, sitting in a large office, and in limos, and in arena's from times since past. The spotlight focuses on four figures figures standing at the back of the ramp. This is Joanne and her bodyguards. They make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle with Reno and Rude on either side, and Scarpaci following behind, , talking among themselves ignoring the crowd around them. When they reach the ring, Reno holds open the ropes for her, as she slips inside, only to follow behind and stand in the middle of the ring, around her. She removes her jacket, and hands it to one of the guys, before they head out of the ring.

Andrew Fulton: These two women are staring each other down

Jeremy Tucker: There is no love loss from the KGB and Jade.

Andrew Fulton: The referee is calling for the bell

Jeremy Tucker: The two women lock up and quickly Canelli delivers a quick head butt to Jades face. Canelli quickly gets behind Jade and she drives Jade's head into the ring as she grabs her hair and slams her down.

Andrew Fulton: Jade’s hair was just pulled so hard and used for extra leverage.

Jeremy Tucker: The referee says something to Canelli about pulling and using the hair.

Andrew Fulton: The ref is just jealous because he cant pull her hair like that… alot of chicks are into that.

Jeremy Tucker: Have you been out with Trent Jones lately?

Andrew Fulton: I wish I tried to go out with him but he said he won't drink with me as long as I work with… Never Mind.

Jeremy Tucker: Back to the action in the ring, The Don just tried to stomp Jade’s face but Jade was able to roll out of the way. But Canelli doesn't miss.

Andrew Fulton: No that thunderous kick to the head was on its mark.

Jeremy Tucker: Canelli drops an elbow to the back of the head.

Andrew Fulton: Kim is outside screaming at her sister to get up and slapping the ring. Some of the fans are clapping along with her.

Jeremy Tucker: Jade is starting to get up and Canelli runs at her and kicks her back to the ground.

Andrew Fulton: Canelli is so proud of herself she is showing off and playing it up to the crowd.

Jeremy Tucker: This is giving Jade the chance she needs. Jade is back on her feet and she charges and she delivers a few quick Muy Thai Kicks to Canelli Legs, Canelli drops down to her knees and she takes a hard kick to her gut.

Andrew Fulton: That kick just hurt my ribs.

Jeremy Tucker: Jade grabs her head and delivers a quick ddt to Canelli

Andrew Fulton: She goes for the cover,

…...1

………...2

……………………...Kickout

Jeremy Tucker: Wow she almost stole this match early on.

Andrew Fulton: Nah the pin was a long 2 count but Canelli was just giving herself a quick extra second to pull it together.

Jeremy Tucker: They are both back on her feet and these two are locking back up Canelli grabs her and slaps her face. Jade slaps her back.

Andrew Fulton: The two women are bitch slapping each other… this is getting good. I guess I do have more respect than I thought.

Jeremy Tucker: Canelli instead of a slap delivers a chop to the throat and then..

Andrew Fulton: A big ass knee to the face. Canelli quickly goes for a cover.

…...1

………...Kickout.

Jeremy Tucker: Wow that was a strong kick out.

Andrew Fulton: Jade grabs Canelli and throws her into the corner

Jeremy Tucker: Canelli’s shoulder hit hard. She is holding the arm to her chest as she stands up.

Andrew Fulton: Jade sees the opening and grabs her and slams her down on her bad shoulder.

Jeremy Tucker: The Don screams out in pain but she is back up, her right arm is just hanging and she gouges the eyes of Jade.

Andrew Fulton: Canelli goes for the Mob Hit.

Jeremy Tucker: She lands it but the damage is done to her as well

Andrew Fulton: She landed on her bad arm.

Jeremy Tucker: Canelli goes for the cover.

………………...1

……………………...2

………………………………………...kick out!

Andrew Fulton: Jade kicks out just in time.

Jeremy Tucker: Canelli is laying on the ropes now and her arm is clearly not doing well.

Andrew Fulton: Kim is outside screaming to Jade to go after her.

Jeremy Tucker: Jade is back up on her feet.

Andrew Fulton: She is sizing her up for her Pain Killer.

Jeremy Tucker: Wow Jade just delivered her Pain Killer on the Jersey Devil

Andrew Fulton: Holy shit that pain killer didn't help Canelli’s pain.

Jeremy Tucker: Jade goes for a quick cover.

………………………………….1

……………………………………………………..2

…………………………………………………………………………...kickout

Jeremy Tucker: Oh my Canelli kicked out again.

Andrew Fulton: Just in time… just in time.

Jeremy Tucker: Canelli is back up and Jade grabs her right arm. She goes for a cross arm-breaker. Canelli is in pain but refuses to quit.

Andrew Fulton: She has the hold locked in and she is putting the pressure on

Jeremy Tucker: The referee checks again...

Andrew Fulton: The Don says no… she is going to have to tap

Jeremy Tucker: Canelli is trying to fight back

Andrew Fulton: Jade takes the mild blows as she continues to hold it on.

Jeremy Tucker: Canelli eyes are closed

Andrew Fulton: She might be out. The ref checks her shoulders and starts to count.

…………………………………….1

………………………………………………..2

…………………………………………………………………… Shoulder lifts up just in time!

Jeremy Tucker: Oh my how did she get her good arm up.

Andrew Fulton: She is doing more damage by not giving up.

Jeremy Tucker: Jade releases the hold and quickly locks it back on but this time she makes sure the Don is face down

Andrew Fulton: Jade’s pressure is even harder on that bad shoulder. The ref lifts her arm…

The fans count…..1……...2………….3.

Jeremy Tucker: The ref is calling for the bell

Andrew Fulton: She isn't releasing the hold.

Frank Salazar : Winner via Knockout is the one and only Jade!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Kim slides in the ring and grabs Jade and the two head to the back after the big win. Medical Staff is coming down to look at Canelli. What a BIG victory against the former Amazons Champ!

[eddied]

(Louise Minchin and Dan Walker greet Eddie D onto their BBC morning TV slot.)


DAN: This morning we have SWAT wrestling star Eddie D with us from across the pond in the United States. Welcome Eddie.

EDDIE: Pleasure to be here. Dan. Louise. Always been a big fan Louise. (Eddie gives her a wink and sits down.)

DAN: So, you might be pleased to hear that in actual fact, SWAT wrestling has actually become a household name and is easier to pick up here on TV in the UK, especially after the “Riot in Manchester” event recently.

EDDIE: Well I’m glad you got to see that one. If you follow the sport regularly you'll know that was a standout show for me. I am in great form and spirits right now. Getting a huge tag win over the Anzac Cup winners last event just shows the high level and strength and depth of tag wrestling talent on show in SWAT today. I am The Big Deal ‘across the pond’ as you so nicely put it. A tag title shot has to be just around the corner. Good times.

DAN: What brings you to the UK now though? The latest "Battleground" event is due to be performed in Tennessee?

EDDIE: You’re very right, LIVE from The Knoxville Civic Auditorium and Coliseum in Knoxville, Tennessee, but the thing is we’re a worldwide business. With Covid keeping everyone at home the ratings war is definitely on. Downtime is Showtime.
They’re shipping the best of the roster all over the globe to get more people tuning in. It was my delight and privilege to be sent here to England and for a change… It ain’t raining. You people do have a summer. Who knew?

LOUISE: I have obviously done my homework and "swatted" up on SWAT, but even with the popularity of SWAT recently the majority of the audience will only remember wrestling in terms of WCW, WWF and Hulk Hogan. Is it difficult to get people to buy into your particular flavor of American wrestling?

EDDIE: Well sweetness, it’s as easy as promoting anything else. You just need to be better than what went before. And at SWAT we’re doing that. Hulk Hogan is still wrestling occasionally in some tin pot fed, but no one cares any more what that old hack gets up to. It’s all about The Brothers in Anarchy, Syberus, hailing from your fair shores, my old buddy pal Rally Jackson, Johnny “The hairdressers hairdresser” Valentine, Suzi Spitz, Anthony Caffrey, Lunchbox Larry, Frostbite, ‘Timeless’ Alex Turner, Suzi Spitz…

LOUISE: You said Suzi Spitz twice.

EDDIE: Did I? TV pressure I guess, slip of the tongue.… SWAT is at its peak right now, both with the quality of wrestling, thanks mostly to yours truly, but with plenty of drama too. There’s intrigue between warring stables, there’s a power vacuum at the top...

DAN: That slip of the tongue was interesting…

EDDIE: It really wasn’t, if I could go on?… there’s a power vacuum at the top currently plugged up by a mediocre Commissioner by the name of Zoran Sainovic…


DAN: No, don’t be coy now, we have done our homework and last week Suzi helped you win a big match. You seem to have a crush on her. Will she be joining your ‘Brothers in Anarchy’ group?

EDDIE: Well if you had been watching more closely recently I gave Rally Jackson his title belt from that Brit… Can I say SOB on TV? … At 'Mamma Said Knock You Out' I was busy swindling that Brit SOB Syberus out of his title belt. So why don’t you assume that “The Golden God” will be joining the Brothers in Anarchy?

DAN: Is he?

EDDIE: No. He’s a bum. A means to an end, to get me the match that is finally coming up at the next event is all he is. 110% Syberus Vs Eddie D. TV gold.
Trent Jones is going to break Rally in half at "Born for Greatness". Let’s drop all this talk about Suzi. I take this chance on TV to thank her for the assist, but I haven’t heard from her since… so If you don’t mind….

LOUISE: Well, well, well… We’ve hit a nerve; quite the deflective answer there? I think you protest too much…

EDDIE: Well, well, well… I think you’re not being a very gracious hostess. How’d you like those apples hey sweet cheeks?

DAN: Let’s try to be civil and mature about this…

EDDIE: She started it…

DAN: Well moving on, we were told by our producer that you wouldn’t mind showing off a feat of strength for us?

EDDIE: Ah, yes. I have the frying pan with me. 
(Eddie pulls out a frying pan from behind the couch and stands up. Eddie struggles at first and then there’s some give and finally Eddie puts a big fold in the frying pan.)



EDDIE: There you go. I'd like to see your favorite cricketer or soccer hero do that.

LOUISE: That’s amazing.

EDDIE: Thanks honey bunch. I have other tricks that could make you say that. (Eddie winks at Louise and she looks a bit baffled by his flirting with her.)

DAN: We were asked by the news media, while we have you on the spot here, about the claims on Twitter that you’re a drunken misogynist lap dancing club owner and not a good role model for kids. You’re thoughts on that?

EDDIE: Who triggered you? Is reporting on Twitter feeds considered news in this country? Twitter trolls seem to have their knives out for me right now but it’ll blow over. Cancel Culture? No one is cancelling Eddie D. I never pretended to be a role model and I do like a gallon of Ye Olde mead every now and again. Celebrations got a bit loud and drunken after the win last week. No law against it. I didn’t come here to get a grilling like this. Yes princess, I am a night club owner and we have excellent exotic dancers performing there. I treat them all respectfully and they get paid the going rate and are all furloughed on full pay right now to avoid the Covid. I am not a misogy…thingy, I can’t even spell it. I have always been a supporter of the feminist Maxim “No means Maybe”. I love women, when they’ll let me. (Eddie winks at Louise who looks decidedly uncomfortable).

DAN: Well it seems plain to me that your current story-line will be leading to a love interest of sorts with Suzi Spitz whether you deny it or not. Suzi is very much in the ‘girl power’ modern feminist mold that SWAT would probably like to push given the social and gender inequality tensions all over the…

EDDIE: Story-line? What do you mean?

DAN: Well wrestling is sports opera rather than MMA fighting isn’t it? …

EDDIE: Excuse me?! I live this life! I fight in that ring. I deliver and receive a bucket of pain in that ring. People have shed blood, been crippled and died wrestling in this sport, so don’t tell me wrestling isn’t real.

DAN: Well, it’s been plain in England for years that Sports Entertainment is not the same as amateur Olympic wrestling for example.

EDDIE: Yeah, well maybe that’s why Professional Wrestling is often called American Wrestling and not many Brits excel at it. You another punk who thinks what we do is faked?

DAN: Well, obviously. I’m a grown adult and…



(Eddie grabs Dan Walker and military presses him with ease. Dan is smiling, tries to say something funny to curb his embarrassment and Eddie drops Dan behind the couch. Dan groans and stays down there.)

EDDIE: Was that real enough for you hombre?
I’m sorry you had to watch me emasculate your co-host darling, but he was talking smack and really getting on my ‘royal wick’. So here’s my cell number, I’m in England for another night before I need to get back to the US of A and make SWAT great again. If you want a smile that goes on for miles with no inclination to roam, you’ll find me at the Brook Hotel.
Watch SWAT.
Peace out.

(Eddie smiles rips off his radio mic and throws it down hard on the struggling Dan Walker, out of shot and out of breath, behind the couch. The scene fades to black.)


THE UK LOVES ME
#MainEventEddie

[frostbite]

Fist of fury sort of speak as we see rights and lefts are shown in front of the SWAT cameras, a pair of black and gray gloves are repeated been fired off as our camera zoom back as we are back in the locker room, as we see a rather large man wearing a black tank top showing off the huge arms that are bigger than most men legs, he has on black jeans and black steel toe boots.. he continues to throw off more rights and lefts into the SWAT cameras getting a little too close to call if you ask us. The light from the camera catches the intense look in his red glowing eyes as if he is well the devil himself, why it us none other than Lucifer.

A few feet away from the big man, is someone else wrapping white tape around there fist. They are pounding there fist together to make sure that they are tight and more than likely about to punch someone lights out. Our camera zooms back as this large individual is wearing a gray tee shirt with brown sweats and brown steel toe boots. The page man moves his neck to the side as a large crack is heard throughout the locker room it would make anybody cringe as it sounds as if someone had been in a huge car crash, we see that it is Doomsday.

Doomsday.. So big man what do you think about this battle royal to determine the brand new TV champion.

Lucifer looks over at Doomsday with a wicked smile coming across his lips.

Lucifer.. I must admit management finally has done something right around here. But..

Doomsday cuts him off.

Doomsday.. I know what you are about to say. We can not keep given these chances and screw up. We must win one.

Lucifer.. You read my mind. This is a chance to win something even though we are not involve in a tag team.

Doomsday.. I started my career as a single wrestler it does have a nice ring to it, television champion.

Lucifer.. Look you must remember when you managed me a few years ago, I was a two to time television champion, this is right up my alley.

Doomsday.. I do remember, but you really believe the other wrestlers are going to want us stay around in this match. They are going to attack us from the get go.

Lucifer.. I agree with you, and I am sure the management as a favorite out there but I say we go out there and eliminate every single ass and then me and you big man can go at it.

Doomsday.. I like the idea, and you are right, it does not matter who is the favorite, but we will destroy everybody in this battle royal.

Lucifer., I think it is high time we show these idiots, just how dangerous we really are.

Doomsday nods..

Doomsday.. Best man win.

Lucifer nods.

[frostbite]

Earlier in the day..

A ceiling fan is seen going at such a fast pace that is might come flying off even with the fan going so fast it is quite hot maybe more so than outside but welcome to the dogs days of summer right. We look at the fan for a couple more seconds as we zoom back we see a white countertop, we see about three laptop computers as a young lady with short black hair is sitting at one of them wearing a blue tank top with black and white skirt as she is sitting there punching in something but we do not know what she is actually doing. As we continue to zoom back even more we see a couple of beakers on this counter and in one of those beakers we see a brown substance and I do not want to take a guess on what might be. We see an older lady walking around wearing a white blouse with a little drop of red substance on her left sleeve and who knows what that might be. She is wearing black slacks and black flat top shoes. She is walking around as if she running around with her head cut off as a chicken. She is racing around doing many different things. We see another young lady looking into a microscope as she slides something underneath as she is zooming in on something, the young lady has on a right tee shirt with blue jeans, she appears to be into whatever she is looking at which I am sure it is some very important.

A few feet away from the young lady is a brown chair and it and there is a gentleman sitting in it as he has a needle in his arm, as he has his head tilt back as it appears to be quite relax not many would but he appears to be so. The young short blonde haired gentleman wearing a blue tee shirt with faded blue jeans is just sitting there looking around the room at everybody doing there job. The older lady walks over to him with a couple of tubes in her left hand as she inserts one of those tubes into the top of the needle as we see blood flowing slowly up the arm and into the tube, the young man slowly moves his head back down as he looks at the young lady with an intense look in his blue eyes, as he is just watching the blood go into the tube ax a wicked smile comes across his lips. The older lady looks at the young man.

Older lady.. Not too many people walk in here and actually like looking at the own blood.

The man is none other than Frostbite.

Frostbite... I have seen enough of my blood in my line of work over the years.

The older lady takes the tube out and quickly inserts another one, as the same steps are done once again. After waiting a few more minutes she takes the last tube out of his arm. She puts a white bandage on his arm and a piece of white tape over the spot that she took the needle of it as she quickly grabs a band aid and puts it in that spot. The older lady hands the tubes over to the young lady who is on one of the laptop as she places a sticker on the tube with a number attached to it.

Older lady.. That is all, you can wait in the doctor office.

Frostbite gets up as he walks out of the room as take a couple lefts as he walks right into the doctor office the wood coated walls, as he looks around he sees the doctor must be into frogs because he has them everywhere in his office from them hanging on the walls, to a small statue of one on his desk to windchime on the window, yes he must be obsessed with them. Frostbite looks at his two different degrees on the wall as well as he just sits back in the red chair as he waits for the doctor to come into room.

Frostbite.. As I sit here and wait for the doctor to walk in and tell me if I could have cancer or not. Last week, I know it was revealed that I could have it, after having the camera crew catch myself and Satan Disciples having a nice little chat. The buzz has been going around is the band getting back together? No, we are not, they are taking care of what they need to do and they were just concern and wanted to find out if the rumors were true about my possibility of cancer. As I sit here in this doctor office, I think to myself maybe I bought this upon myself. I know that sounds a little bit crazy, but if you think about it. I have spent the last few years going all over the world talking about the importance of getting test done to catch cancer early. I wish my Rebecca had done that but you know the rest of the story. I spent a lot of money to try and get my lovely wife well but it did no good, she is know buried in her hometown of Seattle. And here we are years later and know I must go through it.

He stands up as he looks out the window at the parking lot.

Frostbite.. Then again maybe it is karma coming back to bite me in the ass, for all the bad things I have done in this sport and it is quite a long list but what done is done right but to be quite honest I would do it all over again. But whatever the doctor says I will prepare myself for whatever lies ahead. He might walk into this room and tell me that I have this, and I need to hang it up once and for all, and if he tells me that then I will prepare myself for that but in the process, I will take a few people with me, you can bet on that.

Frostbite turns around as he walks over to the wall as he looks at one of the doctor's degree as he reads it, he turns around as he watches a few people pass by the door but no doctor as of yet.

Frostbite.. Paul, I got to ask you this? How does it feel, that you could barely beat me and I was not hundred percent. That does not say too much for you does it? You let a man beat your ass to a bloody pulp which I did only to have that horseshoe up your ass to pull out the win.

Frostbite claps..

Frostbite.. Congrats Paul, and yet these idiots you call the fans love that. It proves they do not care about anybody. These people cheer for you beaten a man that could have cancer. What a great world we live in right? This world is crazy enough and these idiots cheer a man that stab them in the back over and over again but yet you boo me, go figure. But Paul it appears we must write yet another chapter in our ongoing saga. This time it is a six man tag team match and you bought me a couple of New shiny toys that I get to beat the crap out of. Who is this new boy toy you have?

Frostbite walks around the office waiting for the doctor.

Frostbite.. Armand Von Krauss he has come to your rescue because you need to be saved. It not quite so noble of him. Paul does he really know the kind of person who really are? I am sure you will stab him in the back when he has no longer served a purpose for you. But what you bought him into is a losing battle, and he is going to pay for getting in not only my way but KGB business, it is too bad the young man career will be over for it before it actually starts. Armand Von Krauss, you get in my way, I will bury you beneath the ring that I can promise you.

Lucky Linda, now I know you have been waited on this chance to get back at me for betrayal of Team SWAT, no I know I am getting older and my memory is not what it use to be but you wanted this team put together so bad and you were not even on the team instead you went after something else right, instead you left Johnnie in charge and look how that turned out. Maybe in someway you might have been a better leader. Who knows because you were not part of the damn team. And let me get this straight you now have decided to team with the very man that you wanted out of this company. Times certainly have changed.

Frostbite laughs..

Frostbite.. Paul I guess you went from high class in Joanne Cannelli to trash like Linda. I wish you two lovebirds the very best, but Linda you have the same warning. Get in my way and just like Armand there I will bury your ass.

Frostbite walks behind the doctor desk looking at his laptop and a picture of a lovely young lady and a boy and girl in a photo, more than likely a picture of the wife and kids. Frostbite picks it up.

Frostbite.. You know that could have been me and Rebecca with a couple of kids but you know life always throws you a curveball. Paul, onto you, we have been going at this for sometime. You have won a few and so have I. Later on tonight, I feel it is time to right the finally chapter in this great novel and do not get me wrong it has had its twist and turns, but tonight it is going to come to an end, I an going to right the final chapter on this. It does not matter what the doctor tells me when he walks into his office whether I might have it or not but I promise you this final chapter will make the New York best selling list, and Paul you know deep down I can deliver and I will.

He puts the picture back down on the desk as he walks out from behind as he continues to walk around the office.

Frostbite..How do I write the final chapter. How many pages should come of this. Tonight it starts with this six man match as myself and the KGB take care of business. Paul tonight, I am going to bury three bodies, I am going to make you bleed even more, and this time when they carry you out it will be for the final time, and that would be a great way to end this story.

Frostbite strokes his chin.

Frostbite.. No, that is not how it should end. I like many others will sit back and watch the main event between Trent Jones and Rally Jackson, I look forward to the great encounter and I am sure it will be a great match. But Paul since you still call the shot since it is your company. I can see it bright lights Frostbite takes on the winner of the match. Whether I must case down Tent and so local biker club and take the title or maybe I chase Rally to some pizza place where Society of New Breed conduct there business and take the title from him. A classic either way. Think about the ending of this classic story.

Cancer striken Frostbite becomes World Champion.

That would be a great end to the story. Everybody in Hollywood loves the happy ending right, because it is such a feel good story. The cowboys rides off into the sunset with the girl. But Paul, since my return to this company you never wanted Frostbite to be the champion because you knows what that means. It means you can not have someone to boss around plan and simple. You know that I will do if I were to become your champion. Think about it..

Johnnie was your buddy you did not have a problem with him being the champion..

Suzi Spitz you did not have a problem with..

Trent Jones you really do not feel any pressure from him whatsoever.

But Frostbite, you feel plenty of heat. You do not want Frostbite nowhere near that title. You see Paul for me in this maybe final journey, this is not about KGB business and I have plenty of respect for each and every member of the group. This is a personal matter to be, because maybe you did not make it personal but cancer made it too damn personal. I will make a promise to you right here and now Paul and to cancer itself.

You can the intensity build in Frostbite as his eyes are about to pop in the back of his head.

Frostbite.. I will become your world champion whether you or maybe cancer has anything to do with it. I want to hold that strap high over my head and then walk right over to you with the title in one hand and lighter in the other hand and finally live out to that promise as I burn the bitch around you once and for all. With my list breath, I will not only beat your ass, but I will beat cancer if I have it as well.

Frostbite turns toward the door.

Frostbite.. If I drop dead on that night it will be the best gift ever and Paul you can bury me with the world title clutched to my chest and not my friends is how the book should finally end.

Suddenly a short brown haired gentleman wearing the typical white coat with tan slacks and black shoes walks into the room. He heads over to Frostbite as he shakes his hand.

Frostbite.. Doctor James.

Doctor James.. Mister Cannon, it is good to see you but maybe not under these conditions.

Frostbite.. A slight under statement to say the least.

Doctor James walks behind his desk as he ask Frostbite to sit as he does so.

Frostbite.. Well give it to me straight.

Doctor James scolls through his laptop on his desk as he looks back at Frostbite with a blank expression in his green eyes.

Doctor James.. Well, John. I know you want answers and well.

Frostbite.. And Doc, that answer would be? I need to know if my career in the business is really over with.

Doctor James.. Well, Muster Cannon.

Before he can give Frostbite the answer, the scene fades out.

Frostbite voice.. Got to love those cliffhangers.

[edwarddubin0604]

(The tron shows Psychotic Goth and Vampira in what looks like a gallery of gruesome images of what looks like his opponents in the TV Championship Battle Royale.)

Vampira: "Welcome everyone to our first ever exhibition of Battleground 29 battle royale for the first ever television championship. The first champio0nship since the XWCW Hardcore Championship which became the SWAT Hardcore Championship before certain scum besmirched it."

Psychotic Goth: "Each of these well sculpted pieces and well acclaimed art are creations from the depths of my dark twisted mind represents my feelings about my opponents. Take for instance this piece of artwork."

(He points to a bust Tuxedo Mask and laughs maniacally.)

Psychotic Goth: "As you can see it's a bust of a fool named Tuxedo Mask. Here is a jealous fool who wants to own two championships and stuff his Hall of Shame resume with title never earned."

(Psychotic Goth laughs louder and speaks in an ancient Gaul dialect as points to another sculpture of Collin Trentwood.)

Psychotic Goth: "Speaking of shitty wrestling. Enough said."

(He roars in an ancient Gaul dialect as he moves to a bust of Rajiv Khan.)

Psychotic Goth: "Here is Rajiv Khan, a perennial great wrestler now also ran, who comes for a great match even though he's in over his head. Good luck Rajiv you'll need it."

(Psychotic Goth looks at a bust of El Combatiente.)

Psychotic Goth: "Then there's El Combatiente. Now here's someone who comes prepared for a match and shows it in every time he's in the ring. I can respect that El Combatiente but you can do better by dumping your sleazy manager. Such a great future if not for your manager."

(He roars in an ancient Gaul accent as he goes over to bust of Samuel Blackstone.)

Psychotic Goth: "Now here's a literal piece of trash who isn't worth mentioning named Samuel Blackstone. I hope the Russian Mafia doesn't bet on you to win or you'll be really in debt to them. Insult my name I don't think so if you lose."

(Psychotic Goth laughs maniacally as he goes over to two more sculptures.)

Psychotic Goth: "Then there's the Cafeteria Crew K-JAX and Lunchbox Larry. You remind me of guys who pick on anyone who is a practicing goth and I shall make sure I take it out on you as revenge. On the other hand Satan's Disciples I do respect and it's going to be interesting which one of you wants the championship. We shall see."

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

Psychotic Goth: "To all in this war for the television championship I shall be like a raging demon. I shall be a destroyer and afterwards these pieces of artwork shall be even more valuable in defeat than victory. Be grateful I honored you. Thus I have spoken and thus these words shall come true."

(He laughs maniacally as the tron goes dark.)

[Venom 🕷]

Javier sets the iPad with Nelly's face plastered on it on the stand on the table between he and his client.

Nelly: Where should I begin? Well, what's the root of the problem?

Javier: Well Nelly, my client doesn't think I...

El Combatiente: Él solo ha estado de mi lado por el dinero.

(He has only been on my side for the money.)

Javier looks astonished that his client cut him off.

Javier: Eso no es cierto.

(That's not true.)

El Combatiente: Es verdad. La primera vez solo me trataste porque Venom te pagaba. Esta vez me dices que me estás dando todos estos grandes partidos para mí, pero en realidad solo quieres un día de pago más grande.

(It is true. The first time around you only dealt with me because you were being paid by Venom. This time around you say you are getting me all these big matches for me, but in reality you just want the bigger pay day.)

Javier is speechless. The silence fills the room until Nelly interjects.

Nelly: Are you going to even pretend that you're going to translate?

Javier: Oh, I'm sorry. He said I'm only in it for the money.

Nelly: Well aren't you?

Javier: Yes?

Nelly: Well are you or aren't you because that seemed like a question.

Javier: Of course I am, but I'm only in it for that because I see the talent in him. I wouldn't be in it for the money if it was Blackstone or Goth or some of the other weirdos here in SWAT.

El Combatiente: Goth cree que debería dejarte e ir solo. Dijo que así es como alcanzaré mi verdadero potencial.

(Goth thinks I should dump you and go solo. He said that's how I'll reach my true potential.)

Javier: He said what? Why are you even talking to him? He thinks he's a freaking vampire!

Nelly: Ahem.

Javier: Oh, he said Goth said he should dump me.

Nelly: Maybe he should.

Javier: Maybe I should hang up this call right now. I may not be perfect, and only be in it for the money, but I also believer in my client. I know how hard he works. I know how this business runs through his veins. I honestly believe he's better than all ten of those men in this match and I believe he will win. Not because I'll get paid more if I do, but because I know he's better than all of them. He's not some drugged up moron. He's not a side show gimmick. He's not a Tuxedo and a Mask which is a stupid oxymoron. He's doesn't have some ridiculous name like Lunchbox. No, he's a fighter, the fighter, and I know he'll win because he's just plain better than all of these men.

Javier stood up halfway through filled with passion. EC sees the fire and smiles.

Javier: I think we're done.

Javier picks up the iPad and hits end and fade.

[Justin]

A cup of coffee.

That’s how long I’ve been in this business. I’ve spent roughly half of that here in SWAT as a tag team wrestler, teaming week in and week out with my bromie Lunchbox Larry. We’ve been on a tear, too! 5-1 in tag team matches, we went deep into the Anzac Cup, and that one from 5-1 came against Syberus and Valentine, the team that won the whole she-bang!

So, this week, I find myself booked in a Battle Royal!

For a singles title?

You gotta be fuckin’ with me, right?

One week after I rededicate myself as a tag team wrestler, one week after I make the choice to trust Larry no matter what, and now we’re both booked in this Battle Royal? So, you’re telling me I might have to fight my best friend to win my first ever championship?

Maybe my ol’ pals Doomsday and Lucifer were onto something after all. Maybe the matchmakers around here do have a screw loose. I mean, why else would you put your hot new tag team into a Battle Royal for a singles belt? But then, a quarter of a second of pontification brings us to the idea that maybe it’s a reward thing. Maybe?

A title match, as a show of faith?

I can accept that. Plus, I’m not the type to go questioning the authority every time something happens above my pay grade that maybe I don’t all the way understand. It’s not my place to understand, it’s my place to perform, and perform I will! I’ll win that fuckin’ title just so everybody else in the match has to go home and tell their significant others that they got beat up by K-JAX in the TV Title Battle Royal!

Well, except for Larry. I have no idea how I’m gonna deal with that.

The rest of the field? Well I’ve already got wins over three of ‘em. Doomsday and Lucifer proved that no matter how big and bad of a physical specimen that you might be, all it takes is a little bit of planning and execution and those guys are so far out of their league that it’s almost not even fair.

There’s El Combatiente, which Larry and I proved at Anzac that he’s so confused by the English Language that he had to hire a friggin’ rudo to interpret for him. Smooth move, my guy, how’s that workin’ out for ya?

I should probably be worried about Psychotic Goth. I’m not, but he seems to think pretty highly of himself no matter how many times he chokes when it counts. As well he should, right? Everybody should believe their own hype in this business, otherwise they’re wasting their time and everyone else’s…

I guess we’ll just have to see what happens when it happens, am I right?

[edwarddubin0604]

(Psychotic Goth and Vampira are standing in a barely lit room with a single lightbulb as he laughs demonically.)

Vampira: "Poor K-JAX you are a fool to mock 'The King of the Goths' and when the time comes you shall meet your fate and hat fate isn't being a singles champion."

Psychotic Goth: "Poor little Krappy JAX did you fail the most important part of training in that cereal box top wrestling school of yours and that is you have to compete with your partner in a battle royale. Then again how naïve you are to have forgotten that K-JERK."

(He yells in an ancient Gaul accent.)

Psychotic Goth: "You think I think highly of my myself. You think I have a high opinion of myself. Yet what have you won in your fledgling career in SWAT. You haven't won anything in SWAT. You claimed that I choke every time I'm in a championship match but you haven't seen my full career have you."

(Psychotic Goth laughs louder.)

Vampira: "That shows his level of education."

Psychotic Goth: "I've held several tag team championships with Bryan Warrior in Hardkore Britain. I held the hardcore Britain Tri-Counties Championship and I held the SWAT Hardkore Championship for the longest period and that's choking. It is you and your Cafeteria Crew partner who choked in The Anzac Cup and you shall be doing that again. If anyone choked it was the two of you and you shall choke again against Satan's Disciples."

(He roars in an ancient Gaul accent.)

Psychotic Goth: "Isn't it amazing that Javier admitted that he was in it for the money. That should tell you something El Combatiente about his motives though I give him credit for trashing Tuxedo Mask since he's a piece of shit anyway who's past his prime. That piece of trash needs to do Rally's dirty work being he's Rally's shit collector anyway."

Vampira: "That's all you need to know about Tuxedo Mask and the rest of the Society of the Past their Primers."

Psychotic Goth: "Do you really want to end up like a clown lik Tuxedo Mask. I don't think so. Your manager was foolish to have forced you to team up with Lord Dominicus a man I pinned in a PSW PPV event. It wasn't your destiny to team with him but your manager blew it by making you team with him. Is that not proof enough El Combantiente."

Vampira: "I believe it is."

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

Psychotic Goth: "The clock ticks down and moments are passing as the battle royale approaches and the first television champion is criwn in the aftermath. One of us is destine to make history and that one shall be me. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall fulfill my destiny."

(He roars in an ancient Gaul accent as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[frostbite]

Back in the locker room...

Doomsday us sitting on the green bench as he has a set of barbells as he is doing curls as he prepares for the battle royal to determine the brand new television champion. He continues with those curls, however a few feet away from him with see the more dangerous red eyes mister known as tag team partner, Lucifer. He has his eyes closed more than likely focusing on what lies ahead in a matter of moments.

Lucifer.. You know I was thinking to myself, how ironic this really is?

Doomsday.. How So?

Lucifer.. You were talking about your retirement and managing me in singles action could this be some type of writing on the wall.

Doomsday.. I would pump the brakes I have a chance at redemption. Think about it, I have a chance to win my first ever singles title, this would be something big.

Lucifer opens his eyes as he looks over toward his tag team partner.

Lucifer.. For that to happen, you must try your best to throw me over the top ropes.

Doomsday.. Yes along with Lunchbox Larry and KJAX, we owe them a little bit of revenge. We need to get them out very earlier those two do not have any single wrestling experience I do not believe, that we can play to our advantage.

Lucifer.. Tuxedo Mask another Society of New Breed member that need to be tossed 20 rows back, but I am sure he might be considered a favorite in this thing just because he is a card member of the group.

Doomsday.. This El Combatiente, has has some moments could be a wild card in this along with his manager Javier, I am sure he will do whatever it takes to help out his client and take money fro his paycheck just because well crooked managers do such a thing. But he will get tossed.

Lucifer.. Samuel Blackstone, do not know much about this guy but he too must hit the floor hard.

Doomaday.. Khan, another dark horse, but we will make quick work of him.

Lucifer.. Leave us with Goth. I must admit, I like the guy. I believe he said something about us turning on the other or who wants it the most.

Doomsday.. Look Goth is the most dangerous one in this match, but if we work together and we stick with a plan one of us will walk out the champion.

Lucifer.. You and I, the final two.

Doomsday.. If I win, I certainly want you to watch my back no matter what.

Lucifer.. If I win, then you can manage me through this.

The two shake on it.

Doomsday.. But you know that I am going to win?

Lucifer.. Nah, I believe I will win this.

Doomsday.. We will find out soon enough.

Lucifer.. Gentlemen be ready for an all out war, because one of us is walking out with the tv title.

Doomsday.. Damn right.

The scene fades out.

[King Syberus]

[We part through clouds lined with glistening sunlight at the edge of the day, a warm hue covers most of the sky as we zoom through the atmosphere, through the clouds, past a flock of wild geese and towards a city. In the outskirts of Chattogram in Bangladesh, we fall upon a large canopy tent, which the camera zooms into, and ultimately enters as it slows. We move past a veritable harem of magnificent women, shirtless oiled servant men pouring drinks, the sound of chimes, bells and drums, and if you could take the scent through the camera you'd know this place smells of the finest essences from the four corners of the globe. Finally we come upon the sight of the gr- of 110% Syberus, leaning back on a mound of silk cushions, being fed gs by a concubine. This is the moment Eddie D shits his giant pants because he realises he doesn't have a free ride to the World Heavyweight Championship. No, 110% Syberus is here after all.]



[After finding Syberus, the camera pulls back a little, leaving him out of focus in the background as we instead find ourselves in the company of two parrots, perched in the foreground. One twists it's head to peer into the camera.]



“Ahhh... good, good! You're here!”



“THEY'RE HERE!! THEY'RE HERE!!”



“Yes, yes... welcome, friends. To the company of the most magnificent 110% Syberus. Ah, but introductions are in order. My name is Barnabus. My esteemed colleague here is Maximiliano.”

Maximiliano: “MY NAME IS MAX! MAX! MAX IT IS!”



Barnabus: “Ahah... (sighing) please forgive my exuberant friend. Sadly, he lacks the lexicon that I possess... but of course, we know all things are not made equal, don't we?”

[Barnabus lets out a chuckle under his breath. By the way he sounds like Tim Curry.]

Barnabus: “We finally find ourselves standing across the bridge to enlightenment. 110% Syberus has his opportunity to claim the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship. But first he must dispatch Eddie D. A most distasteful endeavour indeed, but 110% Syberus has never been afraid to get his heads dirty.”

Eddie, (he crooks his head again to peer into the camera with his beady parrot eye) everything you are is built on sand. Time and time again you have committed acts in this company to mask your ineptitude. Months ago 110% Syberus gave you the challenge to improve and climb the ladder. You opted to take a different route...”

Andrew Fulton : Eddie enters and nods in way of understanding and watches Valentine back off to the turnbuckles behind him… Eddie squares up with his bat over the fallen Trent Jones… He looks out at the crowd… Even though they don’t like Jones there’s an atmosphere out there that says this isn’t right… Jones is stirring and looks to be getting up… Eddie lifts the bat high as Valentine looks on, amused and relaxed, resting in the turnbuckles… Eddie slams the bat down hard… But hits the canvas next to Trent Jones’ head?!... The crowd at ringside can see that he’s missed, but Jonnie is just confused at the crowd reaction and the sound the bat made… Eddie twists around and erupts from his haunches with the bat at chest height and splashes Valentine! Crushing him in the turnbuckles!?...



Jeremy Tucker : Valentine’s nose is bleeding where the middle of the baseball bat met his face in that colossal splash… Eddie drops the bat as Valentine staggers out of the corner…. HEADACHE FROM HELL!!! (Stunner)… Valentine is down… Eddie crosses over to the referee and tries to bring him around… Trent Jones gets to his feet… Eddie and Jones square up to one another… and then have a massive brotherly hug and pat each other on the back… Eddie shakes off his black duster jacket to reveal a Graveyard Ryders sleeveless biker jacket underneath! ... Eddie has joined Mr Bone’s biker gang?!

Barnabus: “You cost Jonnie Valentine the World Heavyweight title in the most grotesque manner. The title had been through a golden period in the company of one of the best wrestlers to ever live. To instead place it around the waist of Trent Jones, whom you know now after spending more quality time with him struggles to match the linguistic ability of Maximiliano here.”



Maximiliano: (Squawks in ancient dialect)

Barnabus: “Costing Jonnie the title with a baseball bat and a stunner just weakens the foundations your lies are built upon. You can parade around in matching jackets to your hearts' content, but you and I both know the simple truth that hadn't you interfered, Jonnie Valentine would have dealt with Trent Jones capably.”



Maximiliano: MAX WANT CRACK-CRACK!! MAX WANT CRACK-CRACK!!



[Syberus tosses a cracker and Maximiliano catches it in his mouth.]



Barnabus: “Yes, yes! Feast my friend! Heheheheh... the simple pleasures of a simple mind. Eddie this was the moment in which it was like you cracked the code to professional wrestling... can't win the match under your own steam? Just organise a run-in and get someone else to do the dirty work for you. The sight of Suzi Spitz placing your unconscious arm over Jonnie Valentine in Texas still fresh in our minds.”

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 ds 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!

Barnabus: “You see, Eddie, screw jobs and swerves are an honoured tradition of this fair business and have been for decades. But there's a time and a place, a moment to use them like a scalpel, rather than basically every show because you aren't good enough to win any match by yourself. You and Trent have muddied the waters with your incompetence, bumbling around in the main event like a pair of drunks that aren't quite sure how they got there in the first place.”



Maximiliano: SQUAAAAAAAK! YOU GUYS ARE SHIT!



Barnabus: “Maximiliano! Please! Show some decorum. Though vulgarity aside your message is accurate, my friend. Eddie D can't cut a promo if he can't source imagery to base it off and Trent Jones has less grip on the English language than you, my dear boy."



Maximiliano: "MAX HAS MORE WORDS THAN TRENT! MORE WORDS!"

[Maximiliano starts to clean his feathers.]



Barnabus: “Eddie, here we draw the line, I'm afraid. Week after week since you've stepped into SWAT you've showcased and ability which I believe is fair to label... sub par. When charged with the task of taking Syberus's International title first hand, you failed.”

Jeremy Tucker : Syb now in control here, he grabs the ladder and starts spinning it around with his head in the middle and he knocks Jones down with it, then Eddie makes it back to his feet groggily and he to gets taken out by the Syb ladder helicopter.



Andrew Fulton : Think it will take off Jerry and fly him up to the belt?



Jeremy Tucker : (ignoring Fulton) Syb sets up the ladder, then goes outside the ring, and starts looking under the ring.



Andrew Fulton : Jones and Eddie both slowly get to their feet and see the ladder set up and both start climbing, a side each.



Jeremy Tucker : They reach the top first and start clubbing each other with crushing lefts.



Andrew Fulton : Huge left hand punch from Trent Jones to Eddie. Eddie rocks, then WHAM, a crazy left hand punch of his own.



Jeremy Tucker : Syb slides another ladder into the ring, it’s a bigger one and he starts setting it up.



Andrew Fulton : Trent Jones and Eddie don’t notice, they are now embroiled in a huge punch off.



Jeremy Tucker : Trent Jones rams the head of Eddie into the top of the ladder, and Eddie teeters, but doesn’t go down!



Andrew Fulton : Eddie grabs the head of Trent Jones and rams HIS head into the top of the ladder!



Jeremy Tucker : Trent Jones now teeters but he too manages to stay up the top there.



Andrew Fulton : Syb looks at the two behemoths, and we can all see the cartoon stars circling their heads and he reaches his foot across, and nudges the ladder of Jones and Eddie over. It tilts across and TIMBER! Down they go!



Jeremy Tucker : Syb points to his head, reaches across and grabs the International title and rips it off the wire holding it up! Syberus wins! 110% SYBERUS IS STILL THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!!!!

[In the background of the shot, Syberus yawns.]

Barnabus: “And when you attempted to halt the charge of the Society of the New breed in the Anzac Cup, you were bested”.

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



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



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



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



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



....1!



....2!



….3!!!!!!



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

[Three servants tip the enourmous frame of the Anzac Cup towards Syberus's mouth and he guzzles fine wine from it.]

Syberus's Concubine: Didn't that have a bird nest in it recently?



[Syberus shrugs, still gulping.]



Barnabus: "Only by your involvement in a match you had no right to stick your nose in did you finally prize away the International title from 110% Syberus, after many months of hard work he put into elevating that championship from the mire. And even that will amount to nothing. Because 110% Syberus now has the opportunity to drive a spear through you and into the heart of your pathetic masquerade. Do you understand the events that are about to unfold, Eddie?



Heheheheh... but of course you don't. Your eyes are as uncomprehending as my colleague Maximiliano here. Of course, some truths even HE is able to grasp."



Maximiliano: "YOU GUYS SUCK BALLS! YOU GUYS SUCK BALLS!!"



Barnabus: “Yes, yes but... that's not the point. The point is... 110% Syberus has the opportunity to be the World Heavyweight Champion. And that means. Well that means... ahem...”



Maximiliano: YOU GUYS ARE SCREWED! YOU GUYS ARE SCREWED!!

Barnabus: Thank you, my friend. Some things... you are still able to phrase more succinctly than I. The pair of you are doomed. The Brothers of Anarchy will be no more. You will fall upon each other like carrion eaters when 110% Syberus is finished with the pair of you. Eddie, I'm sure the defecation is already mounding in your undergarments at the mere fact that Syberus is here, when no doubt you thought he'd abandoned his post and you'd have an easy ride just posting pictures of your giant face on the internet and calling it a job well done. Sadly for you this is not the case. Syberus is here.



[Barnabus let's out another low chuckle.]

Barnabus: “Yes, Syberus is here, Eddie. Your destruction is at hand. The ashes of the brothers of anarchy will soon-”



Maximiliano: YOU GUYS SUCK BALLS!! SQUAAAAAAAKK!!



Barnabus: “ Maximiliano please, I'm trying-”



Maximiliano: "NO TIME! NO TIME! YOU GUYS SUCK BALLS!! MAX WANT CRACK-CRACK!!!"



Barnabus: “Sigh... I suppose that is all we have time for at present. Perhaps my fair colleague has summed the situation up effectively, however.



You guys, do indeed suck balls.



And just like Maximiliano here wants his crack-crack... 110% Syberus wants the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship. Now, if I may sir...”



[Barnabus cranes his neck around to peer at Syberus.]



Barnabus: “Barnabus also want crack-crack.”