2020 Packer Tanner Memorial Tribute Show

[SWAT Team]

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

We open up to the The State Farm Arena, Atlanta. The place is rocking, fans going mental, jumping up and down, holding their signs in that air, we then pan to ringside where Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton are seated at the commentary table wearing headsets.

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome everyone. Welcome to the Tanner Packer Memorial. Welcome to the XHF NETWORK! WELCOME TO SWAT!!!!

Andrew Fulton : What a card we have here Jerry. Ten HUGE matches, up and down the card. The opener with Goth and Frosty could be a MAIN EVENT ANYWHERE!

Jeremy Tucker : The openers here in SWAT are not for the curtain jerkers, they show everyone tuning in right off the bat exactly what SWAT is and these two guys embody SWAT and will tear the house down in what could be the show stealer from the get go!

Andrew Fulton : You know who embodied SWAT? Reginald P Packer! Adrian Tanner!

Jeremy Tucker : My word they did! Both Hall of Famers here! Both icons of our business!

Andrew Fulton : Both gone well before their time and their legacy still lives in SWAT., and we miss them and remember them every day and choose this big event each year to honour their contributions to the industry and to SWAT!

Jeremy Tucker : We would not be here today folks without their input, and that is fact, and it is fitting, that on this night, we see 110% Syberus go for the gold against Mr Bones. Syberus, while well regarded as one of Hardkore Worlds stalwarts, actually made his name in Packers UCW back in the day. Without that fed and Mr Packer, there would probably be NO Syberus.

Andrew Fulton : Annnnd, then he and Adrian Tanner formed one of SWAT’s greatest pairings, in the Connection! What a duo …. But …. Trent Jones, he is making his own legacy here in SWAT, and good luck to Syberus in wresting that gold away from him.

Jeremy Tucker : Every match on this card could sell out any arena in the world.

Andrew Fulton : How about Suzi Spitz Vs Radu! What a Dream Match!

Jeremy Tucker : Tell me about it! And Rally and Eddie? This is the one I am wanting the most, Rally has made Eddies life a hell, and Eddie has taken every chance he can to stick it to the Society and Rally, its going to be wild.

Andrew Fulton : Who is going to partner with Zoran and Linda? Why did she put up her two million dollars for this match?

Jeremy Tucker : Because she hates Zoran! She knew Zoran knew thought she wouldn’t put it up, so, she called his bluff! I cant wait to see them in the haunted house!

Andrew Fulton : And what about Caffrey Vs Timeless! Only ONE will be with us after this show! I hope Timeless sends him packing back off to wherever it was he came from!

Jeremy Tucker : He may well, or, it may be the last we ever see of Timeless.

Andrew Fulton : But not Roxylishus?

Jeremy Tucker : I don’t know?

Andrew Fulton : Please not Roxylishus!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : What about the return to the ring and SWAT of Rockin Rick Owen!!! Against the Kit and Kaboodle Jonnie Valentine! A dream legends match before our eyes.

Andrew Fulton : Rick is in trouble, he is too old, and even though Jonnie too is racking up the years, he is in ring shape, doing it every week, I just hope this isn’t an embarrassment to Rick.

Jeremy Tucker : Rick looked great at Battleground, he wouldn’t enter into this lightly.

Andrew Fulton : We will see. How about the Bandits erupting tonight before our very eyes! The Original Bandits that is! The Hillbilly Assassin James Fierce and The Founder Mad Dog Paul Soutter going one on one!

Jeremy Tucker : Fierce has chosen the wrong side. He will get his tonight.

Andrew Fulton : I disagree. Suit is finished, they put him in the hospital at the Anzac Cup and now, Fierce is going to finish the job once and for all!

Jeremy Tucker : One match I see also as a possible Show Stealer! The New TV Championship matchup. El Combatiente Vs Tuxedo Mask. Two high fliers.

Andrew Fulton : Two men wayyy ahead of their times, sporting the masks long before covid requirements.

Jeremy Tucker : F covid Fulton! This is SWAT! We don’t give a stuff about that crap here.

Andrew Fulton : You an anti masker?

Jeremy Tucker : Covid can piss off to the 5th or 6th wall.

Andrew Fulton : That would be right, we don’t even police the 4th apparently.

Jeremy Tucker : Lets not go there. Instead, lets go to some words from our great SWAT Wrestlers! Coming up RIGHT NOW!!!!
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[warpig]

Chapter 1:

A lone cabin sat in the dense woods next to a large river. It was dark. Crickets were out and singing their songs in nature. A single candle flickered inside the cabin. It illuminated a single corner of the small space. It sat on a table with a rusty can on it with a rusty spoon in it.

In the cabin was a man. He sat in a darkened corner, away from the single light source. He was tall and lanky yet muscular. Sweat gleamed from his short cropped brown hair. A cigarette hung loosely from his chapped lips.

"I could have saved them." He cried out in anguish. The emotion in his voice was real. He sounded like a man who had lost everything.

"If I hadn't ordered them to follow that car…" he started to say as the ash fell onto his chest.

"They'd still be here and I wouldn't be here right now. I'd still be shooting terrorists. We'd still be brothers." He cried.

"No! I won't shut up about it! You wouldn't know what it was like over there!" He said as if he were talking to someone.

"What the fuck do you mean? You've never had to worry about going outside to take a piss! I have! I lost a brother to a sniper. ! He was only eighteen and had his whole fucking life ahead of him." He yelled.

"Shut up!" He said as another ash fell to his chest. He didn't flinch but threw a bottle across the room. It hit the wall and shattered.

This man was alone and had been for quite some time. This cabin was all that he had left in his life.

"You left me when I needed you the most. He whimpered.

He held a small picture of a beautiful woman. She had honey blonde hair with emerald green eyes and pink lips. She was truly a sight to behold.

A tear fell down his cheek.

"Stop fucking talking! It's my turn now! You left me. You took everything from me! You bitch! I'm….I'm sorry. I love you. I didn't mean it...I'm...sorry."

Chapter 2:

The sun sat high in a cloudless sky. Birds chippered in the air as they flew from place to place. The sounds of the scurrying of small animals filled the air as a pounding sound echoed through the woods.

He was outside now, chopping wood for a fireplace that wasn't there as the cabin didn't have one. Sweat poured from his face. It was hot out. The sun had just risen and it was already unbearably hot out.

He seemed normal , or at least appeared to be so. Whereas the night before he was crying and yelling, now he was chopping wood with a rusty hatchet. He had a determined look upon his unshaven face.

"If this is my penance for costing you your lives then so be it. The corps made us stronger than most". He whispered to himself.

He picked up a few logs and put them on a small fire. Smoke filled the air as the wood wasn't dry yet and wouldn't be for some time. After all, the Louisiana bayou was a very humid place. He picked up what had to be a small squirrel from the ground and threw it into the fire.

"Let them come. I'll be ready." He said with that same determined look across his face. "Let them come."

This man was Andrew Stone, a decorated Marine. He'd seen more death in a few years than most would see in their entire lives. The only thing he'd ever been good at was war. That's how he got his nickname. War pig. If Rambo was a real person, Andrew Stone would be him. During war, he was focused on the mission and would do anything to bring back his brothers. No man was ever left behind.

But war and battle was never his problem. His PTSD was. He'd led his troops down a mountain road in Afghanistan. He was the only survivor. They were ambushed on that road. A roadside bomb decimated his troops. The few who survived the blast fought but ultimately died. He carried the bodies back to base. One by one. Being the lone survivor was hard on him. He'd seen his brothers be blown up and shot to peices. He'd seen their families at each memorial service. He'd felt their greef. He'd felt their anguish. He hated himself for it. He blamed himself.

Andrew checked his meal. It was charred and ready so he pulled it from the fire and took a bite. He'd never liked squirrel.

Chapter 3

Andrew darted up from his sleeping position on the floor of the cabin. He'd seen bombs going off ..heard them...felt them. He reached for his hatchet but the sounds stopped. He pounded his head.

"Get out!" He yelled.

Andrew hadn't slept in days, months even. Each time he closed his eyes he saw their faces. He saw Private Smith exploding into pieces. He saw Private Dunham's head explode from the shell of an ak47. He saw body parts littering the hard Sandy ground all around him.

He sat there curled up in a ball, shivering and pounding his head on the hard floor.

"Please! Make it stop. Please." He cried.

Andrew had been married once. They were highschool sweet hearts and childhood friends. Her name was Jessica and she was his whole world. He was hers. They belonged together. But sometimes things change. Nothing ever stays the same. This is especially true for soldiers wives and the soldiers themselves. His mental problems had caused her to leave. She'd begged him to get help, but Marines are built tough. He refused. He thought he was fine. She left. He lost it all.

He sat up and reached over to grab a cigarette. He quickly lit it and took a long draw.

"This shits gonna kill me if the robots don't do it first." He said matter of factly.

Chapter Four:

Andrew Stone sat under a tree. Sweat poured from his short cropped black hair down to his tattooed chest. He held a bow with an arrow notched. He was hunting but his what his prey was could be anyone's guess.

"Armond von kraus?" He said with a sigh.

I join SWAT to get a handle on my mental troubles and they give me a man who can't fight on his own? I get it. He's a leader. He has guys under him who he can get to do his dirty work. He's the typical asshole you see everywhere you go. He talks a big game but when it all goes down, he's hiding behind someone else. I guess you could chalk it up to just having a small dick. Those guys always act tough. They shout their orders. They make threats. Give them a gun and watch what happens. They freak out. He reminds me of that one CNN reported who reported on how scary the AR fifteen is. Said it kicked. Said it was loud. He was actually shooting a twelve gauge shotgun…." Andrew said with a laugh.

He eyes something in the distance. For a moment his eyes glazed over. His skin went white and his breathing became ragged. It quickly faded and he was smiling once more.

"He reminds me of some generals I came across in Afghanistan. They sure knew how to order the truly brave amongst them around but absolutely would not suit up and make the long hump into the mountains. No. That was left to those of us who don't shit our pants when things get hairy." He added with a sigh.

"It was one of those cowards who designated me as the war pig. They said I'd do anything to accomplish my goal. I'd never back down in retreat. I'd never question my orders. The truth is...I just wanted to bring my guys back. And it was those same cowards who ultimately caused everything to fall apart. And it's for that reason I'll be showing Armand Von Kraus what a true warrior is. A true warrior fights his own battles. He doesn't punk out and order others into danger. No. He's the first in and the last out. He doesn't back down from a fight. I have to wonder if I'll really be going up against him. After all, a coward like him is more likely to send one of his cronies into battle rather than go in himself….this is especially true when the odds are greatly stacked against him. Do not question that last fact. The odds are greatly stacked against him. So much that he has very little chance of survival. This is likely to be his last as I take no prisoners. I end my enemies. Armond is an enemy in more than one way. To start, he's my opponent. My job is to destroy him for the entertainment of those who paid to watch adults beat each other lifeless. Secondly, I simply hate those of his ilk. Poisoning? He wants to poison the food everyone eats? He can't just fight? No. That's not his style. Cowards always try the easy way. He'd never be found behind enemy lines." Andrew said before lighting a cigarette.

He took a long draw. He knew it was a bad idea as it would scare off any prey on the area. Maybe he wasn't hunting for food. Only he really knew.

"It doesn't matter. My job is to win. I don't care who he hires to face me. He can bring whoever he thinks is the biggest and baddest he has. The end will be the same. He gets broken. You see.. my ultimate goal is him. I'll go through whoever I have to go through to get to him. He can throw his entire army at me. It won't matter. It never matters. I always get my enemy. They don't call me Warpig for nothing. I live for this shit. The only thing I've ever been good at in this life is battle. Killing. Maiming. Destruction. Those are the only things ive ever been good at. Fuck. I stayed a staff sergeant so that I could be kept on an active battlefield. In the past that was the desert. Now it's a ring. The place of battle changes but the mission doesn't. Destroy your enemies and survive. Nothing more. Nothing less. Do whatever it takes to bring the boys home and back to their families. This time it's you Armand...or whoever you pay to face me. We both know how it'll go. You'll shit your pants. You'll send someone else. They'll be completely and utterly decimated. You'll send someone else. The same happens to them. Eventually you'll have to clean yourself and nut up. What happens then? I think you already know." Warpig said with a wide grin.

Chapter five:

Andrew Stone sat under that same tree. It was getting dark out. The sun was quickly sinking and the creatures of night were beginning to wake. The loud chirping of crickets and frogs echoed throughout the dense woods. The arrow was still notched. His skin was white. His eyes were glazed over yet seemed focused on something in the distance.

"They're here. I fucking knew it." Andrew said, his face blank and showing no emotion.

He lifted the bow and fired an arrow. It lodged itself into a tree about fifty yards away.

"That's one down. No telling how many more." He whispered to himself.

He took cover under a falling log after running a few yards. He notched another arrow from the bag strapped to his back

"Fucking lasers." He said with a deep breathe.

He popped up and fired off another arrow. It sailed off into the distance before falling to the ground.

"Shit." Said to himself before running to a tree on his left.

Then something changed. His eyes focused once more. The glazed over look went away. Andrew put his head down and sighed

"Fuck. I do need help. Maybe I should have listened to her…." He said with a sigh.

Sitting at a table, coffee steaming in front of her sat a gorgeous blonde haired woman. She wore a white, lace nightgown. Her glasses hung down on her nose. She was truly a beautiful woman as the honey blonde hair brought out the emerald green color of her eyes. She appeared worried and stared out of the window into a darkened back yard.

"Where are you?" She said.

To be continued.

[edwarddubin0604]

(The tron shows both Psychotic Goth and Vampira in what looks like a freezer the frosty puffs from their breathing hovers briefly in front of them but dissipates and despite the freezing temperature they ignore the cold.)

Vampira: "Frostbite you have betrayed 'The King of the Goths' and in a matter of moments you shall shall experience he wrath."

Psychotic Goth: "Frostbite. You once took a vow that you would burn SWAT to the ground. You once had the adoration of your fans because you hated the KGB and Soutter and for a whole year you kept your word of honor. Yet at War Games you betrayed your very oath and the fans alike when you joined The KGB. Then you helped throw Soutter out because he was weak in your opinion."

(Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient dialect the steam of their breathe floats into their faces but dissipates.)

Psychotic Goth: "Yet where did it get you so far Frostbite. Are you a champion now. Are you ranked in any of the championship rankings Frostbite. You aren't are you Frostbite. I guess all that backstabbing was worth it since now you're just holding everyone's luggage and gear bags."

(He laughs maniacally.)

Psychotic Goth: "That's all you are Frostbite. Even your former running buddies Satan's Disciples know that. Even they know you screwed them and yet you forgot that lesson and at one point you got a well deserved beat down by your own friends. So why should I have no sympathy for you. You made a deal with the devil and now you are burning in hell."

(Psychotic Goth laughs louder and roars in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "You know what they say 'A snow balls chance in hell' and that's exactly your chances when you face me tonight Frostbite.
Hell is what I plan on putting you through and hell is what's going to happen to you and I shall have no remorse in what I shall do to you.
It's going to go down tonight at the Packer/Tanner Memorial Tribute. It shall be a tribute that I sacrifice you and make you pay for your treachery Frostbite."

(He laughs demonically before roaring in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "I shall pay tribute to both The Founder of SWAT Regnald Packer and the 'Arizona Assassin' Adrian Tanner shall be where I shall make sure you are the snowball in hell. You shall melt under my fire and flame. You shall wither under my fiery assault. You shall fail in this match because I shall make it so."

(Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "At the Packer/Tanner Memorial Tribute I shall honor their memories by sending you to hell. I shall make sure you stay in hell and burn forever in hell. If you think that I do not mean it Frostbite. Then you shall be sadly mistaken and you shall be feeling my pain through my wrath."

(Psychotic Goth laughs louder and roars again in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Like this freezer I shall be freezing cold when I face you. I shall have a cold heart and a cold attitude towards you
and I shall always feel coldness towards you. For you I shall have no mercy and I shall show you why I show no mercy on you. You shall be the one burnt to the ground and I shall make sure you never get rebuilt again."

(He lowers his head and raises his arms and flings his head up revealing his pale handsome goth like looks.)

Psychotic Goth: "Frostbite. Tonight is a special night for all of SWAT to remember. Tonight is where Reginald Packer and Adrian Tanner are being honored for the greatness in the ring and outside the ring. I shall do my part by putting you through hell and keeping you there forever. You shall rot in hell forever and for all eternity as if you haven't been doing that already. I shall make sure that happens. Thus I have spoken and thus my vow to pay tribute at your expense shall come true."

(Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient dialect as the tron fades to black.)

[Venom 🕷]

In the locker room Javier and El Combatiente sit readying for Memorial.

El Combatiente: Finally, I get to face someone in a mask like me.

Javier: He doesn’t wear a mask.

El Combatiente: What do you mean? His name is tuxedo mask.

Javier: Yes that is his name, but he doesn’t wear a mask like you.

El Combatiente: What kind of mask does he wear then?

Javier: Well he doesn’t really wear one.

El Combatiente: But mask is in his name.

Javier: Yeah. He comes in to the ring wearing a tuxedo and a mask that pretentious rich people wear.

El Combatiente: What kind of mask?

Javier: You know, kinda like the ones super heroes wear that is supposed to conceal their identity but doesn’t actually cover anything.

El Combatiente: Oh. I was really hoping for a mask designed like a tuxedo. That would’ve been amazing.

Javier: Yes, it would have, but instead we get a moron who wears a pretentious mask and a coat with tails. He’s not someone we should take lightly though because he’s one half of the tag team champions.

El Combatiente: He will not become a double champion at my expense. I will ready myself for his style.

Javier: Well it shouldn’t be hard. He’s similar to you. He’s quick like you and although he wrestles more of the Japanese style rather than the Mexican style.

El Combatiente: That’s not a problem. I’ve wrestled some talented men from Japan. I know the style.

Javier: You better because all of your chips are on the line. You are no longer the underdog with nothing to lose. Now you’re a champion again and you have a legacy to protect. Losing in your first defense would ruin the legacy you’re building and put us back at the beginning. Do you want to have to start over?

El Combatiente: Of course not.

Javier: Good. This is going to take work getting prepared for. Although you’re familiar with his style and you’re on quite the roll it’s going to take work to prepare for someone like Tuxedo Mask. On top of being a current champion he’s been recruited by one of the top stars in SWAT.

El Combatiente: He was brought here by Caffery?

Javier: No, by the guy who just beat Caffery, Jonnie Valentine.

El Combatiente: The guy with all the nick names?

Javier: Yes.

El Combatiente: Does Tuxedo Mask have a nick name too?

Javier: Other than pretentious douche bag, no.

El Combatiente: I get it, you don’t like the way he dresses.

Javier: No and I don’t like his face either. I want you to punch him in it and ruin those pretty boy good looks of his. I want you to stomp his face until those cheeks look like a puzzle piece. Most of all though I want you to put him in his place.

Fade.

[eddied]

(Eddie D is being interviewed in a communal garden ahead of the PPV event in Atlanta, Georgia. He looks decidedly unhappy to be there. SWAT interviewer John Thompson is preparing his questions as Eddie gets settled on his bench.)

EDDIE: Are we good?

SWAT: Ready when you are.



SWAT: Thank you for making time for this “Q&A R&R” segment Eddie.

EDDIE: Thank you for making it clear it was a contractual obligation Tom.


SWAT: It’s John actually

EDDIE: I’m sure it is Tom.


SWAT: Well let’s get into the meat of this Q&A Eddie. What do you have to say about the way that Syberus promoted your match last week? Did he get inside your head with his rant before the match? Do you feel that’s where your failure on the night began?

EDDIE: Look, who would get offended by what an open mic. hack comedian says on stage?

He hates the way I promote myself and he thinks he’s god’s gift to wrestling and can make himself look clever by staring down the camera lens rather than speaking to the audience.

Yep Syberus, you look like Dolph Ziggler. Yep I look like Eddie Hall.

Eddie Hall was the world's strongest man and I am the strongest man in SWAT.

Dolph was the best wrestler that never lived up to his potential and you... Well I don’t like to draw parallels that might offend …

I'm just saying we don't need to promote ourselves through our doppelgangers. We're wrestlers, not celebrity lookalike acts.


SWAT: You hyped the match up. You lost the big match. How can you come back from a loss like that?

EDDIE: You want a lesson in sports psychology little man? I have been in this game a long time. The battle is lost but the war isn’t over.

Did I want to beat that SOB? Yes - More than anything.

Did we make history? Sure did… and we got the biggest pop of the night, apparently.

It was a classic match like I said it would be and it was just unfortunate I chalked up another loss as I got another big pay day. I am the Big Deal around here and the ratings don’t lie. I will wipe that smile off his smug face at a PPV sometime soon and as he lays broken and defeated, he’ll think back to Born for Greatness and curse that it was just a footnote, not the final chapter.


SWAT: Do you blame Johnny Valentine for your loss on the night?

EDDIE: Really? You think Eddie D, the king of the run down, is going to complain about a stablemate turning up to try to distract the better man? If you live by the sword you can’t be surprised if a little blood splashes on your favourite boots every now and again.

When you’re pitted against a stable you always run the risk of actions like that and I, and my huge wrestling fan following, will take the loss in my stride.


SWAT: You failed to beat Syberus to the No.1 contenders spot and now your tag partner Trent Jones faces the brunt of your failure. Has this failure harmed your partnership?

EDDIE: If you say ‘failure’ one more time, I am going to have a sense of humour failure and knock you the fuck out Tom.

Tonight, Trent Jones shuts The New Breed’s hopes down once and for all. Tonight, he completes the bargain basement box set that is their laughable roster. He will have faced all the stars that their tinpot stable can boast and he will have crushed them all. Tonight, will not be the exception that makes the rule.


SWAT: Aren’t you worried about the recent revelations about Trent’s mental health… “The Parish” that…?




EDDIE: Are you joking? The guy has always been unhinged. I knew that walking in. The flame of anarchy is fuelled by the oppressed and marginalised. Right now, the flame has never been so bright.

No one knows whether Eddie D will turn up to disrupt a title match? No one knows whether Eddie D will swing the baseball bat for the screw-over win or win fair and square with his own brand of brutal wrestling.
Whether it is born out of mental strife like Trent Jones or unpredictability by design like me, we are the Brothers in Anarchy and we bring hell fire down on SWAT. Cross our path and you will get burned.

When Trent is at his most lucid, he looks me in the eyes and sees the truth of it. That I am his brother and have his back. Even in his darkest, off the med’s moments, he still sees me as his strongest ally and that’s all he needs to know when we step through the ropes. I am not his keeper; I am real glad that I am not his psychiatrist, so whatever he does between bouts is only of minimal interest to me. He is our SWAT world champion and deserves every ounce of respect that that status comes with.


SWAT: Many have written you off for tonight after your defeat last week. Why should Rally Jackson take you seriously as a competitor for his title?

EDDIE: I gave him that title. He has kept it warm for me long enough. Now I am back to elevate the title by slapping it over my shoulder. Time to make SWAT great again. You can play with the name, but you can’t tarnish its reputation. Extreme, International or Heavyweight, it still stands for glory. It still stands for prestige. The only way you can prove yourself more valuable to the company is to hold the World strap itself. Some of the best wrestlers in the business have held it and I am about to add my name to that list. No one deserves this shot more.

Business 101 little man; If you want to win the ratings war Tom, and you want to drive up PPV buy rates Tom, you book Eddie D in the main event and you book Eddie D in a title fight. Well one out of two ain’t bad.

One man’s prank is another man’s act of public indecency. Holding grudges can be considered ugly and I am far too handsome to not let bygones be bygones. That said, when Rally wakes up without his title belt, The Headache from Hell still ringing in his bell-shaped head, he will know why you don’t play pranks on Eddie D.


SWAT: Well thank you for your…

(Before the reporter can finish his sentence Eddie gets up, places his radio mic. neatly on the bench, gives the camera one last false smile, his face returns to a look of annoyance and Eddie walks out of shot.)

[vastrix]

Armand von Krauss walks down the hallway of the arena, smoke trailing from his Egyptian cigarette as he walks. A couple of road agents come up to him, one with a bottle of whiskey and the other one with a glass of chilled whiskey stones. Armand looks at the bottle with a smile.

von Krauss: Nikka Single Malt Yoichi? I bet this ran-

Road agent: Over thirty-five hundred dollars, sir.

Armand sneers at him for a moment before taking another drag from his cigarette. He blows smoke into the man's face, who coughs as if he were deathly allergic.

von Krauss: I'm sure you import the really good stuff for mein Freund, Zoran. Still, you did go to the trouble of finding and buying it for me. Pour me a glass.

The road agents pour two fingers of whiskey, Armand just clucks his tongue.

von Krauss: Now, now. You can be more generous than that.

They pour four fingers of whiskey into the glass. Armand flicks his cigarette butt at the wall where it explodes in a shower of sparks before taking the glass of whiskey. He breaths in the scent of the liquor before taking a sip. He smiles as he feels the warmth of the whiskey spread through his body.

von Krauss: When things are done right, they are easy. Andrew Stone, or is it Warpig that I should be calling you? I prefer Andrew to be perfectly honest. Do you mind if I called you Andrew instead of some hard military nickname?

Armand takes another sip of the whiskey, the grin on his face causing the two stage hands nearby to quiver in their boots.

von Krauss: Oh, Andrew. I am a leader of men, but make no mistake. I know the ins and outs of fighting. I know the methods of war. I know what it's like to crawl on your belly through a swamp for days at a time because the Roman Legionaires slaughtered your entire force and only you remain tp pick up the pieces.

Armand frowns, realizing what he's said makes little sense. He smiles with all of the warmth of the South Pole.

von Krauss: That last may have been a television I've seen. I'm German, but not that old. Honest.

Armand takes in half of the remaining whiskey with a sigh of relief.

von Krauss: Andrew, you are going to show me the error of my ways? You think you can school me in the ways of the schwächelnde Kampfkünste? I think not. You are going to show me how to bleed? I know how to bleed. You think that you will show me what you can do in the ring? I care not what you can actually do in the ring. I care that you will try in the ring.

Armand downs the rest of the rum and hands the empty cup to one of the road agents.

von Krauss: Fill er up.

The road agents filled the cup to four fingers again and began to walk over behind Armand as he walks down the hallway with cup in his hand. He sips from it as he walks.

von Krauss: Andrew, you know what this is about. I joined the KGB and Soutter wants to be rid of me already. He doesn't want to have to buy back the shares from people at an exaggerated rate and then have to give them to me! He doesn't want to lose any established stars as I meat grind one verschwendeter Krieger after another.

Armand drinks the next glass of whiskey down to nothing and hands the cup back to the road agent before getting out another Egyptian cigarette and lighting it.

von Krauss: Andrew. I have warned Soutter that if he did not do as I have asked that there will be consequences to his actions. He knows that I will tear you apart, Andrew. You will need to be used to laying in a bed and pushing a button for all of your needs to be met in life.

You'll need to get used to having a nurse handy for all of your basic needs. It's not like you'll have the capacity to wipe up your own personal messes once I've broken that leg of yours

Armand starts walking down the hallway again, stopping only to flick ashes onto the floor that is quickly stomped out by the road agents.

von Krauss: Killing. Maiming. Destruction. The list of things that you're good at doing? What do you think I have done before moving up the ranks? You think I don't have blood in my hands? I strode through a creek that was thick with the blood of my enemies and allies so I could progress. So that my forces could go forward and my enemies be crushed underfoot.

Armand does some brief calculations in his head, blowing smoke at the road agent that seemed to be the most antagonized by the action. He blows smoke in that man's face with a chuckle.

von Krauss: I have served my time, Andrew. I have been in my savage wars. You'll face no army of mine. They are for bigger prey. You'll face me in the ring as was intended. You'll fall to me as is your Schicksal!

Armand flicks ashes onto the floor with a cruel grin. dismisses the road agents with a wave of his hand.

von Krauss: Take that to my room. I will finish the rest later. I need to have my wits about me if I'm going to take on the brute warpig.

Armand von Krauss steps up to the staging area from behind the entrance stage.

von Krauss: Hit my music. I need to speak to the audience and to Paul Soutter.

"Circus Apocalypse" by Vermillion Lies begins playing as Armand von Krauss walks out from the back with his smoking Egyptian cigarette in hand. He takes a draw from it as he soaks in the boos and hatred from the crowd like he were a blonde chick soaking in the sun.

Andrew Fulton: What's Armand doing out here now? And in a business suit? He doesn't look ready to wrestle.

Jeremy Tucker: He looks like he can take on the world!

Armand von Krauss walks slowly down to the ring, ashing on the floor as he does so. He steps into the ring as he owns the entire world.

von Krauss: It seems that I do not have my ownership shares delivered to me. Myself and Zoran were a bit dissapointed that Soutter has has not put on his big boy pants, tracked down his scattered ownership shares, bought them, and given them to me. He is cowardly, this I understand. I need you to understand something, Soutter. You have never dealt with one of my ilk before. You will never have a threat like this before. Let's get this started. Paul Soutter, come on out and explain to me why you have not given in to my simple demands!

"Their Caps Back" by Ice T blares through the arena as Paul Soutter walks out from the back, looking angry.

Soutter: What makes you think that I would go through all of that to give SWAT to you? I won't do it! I don't care if you have the entire KGB behind you!

Armand nods, flicking ashes onto the mat with a calm smile.

von Krauss: And I can understand your concerns. Let me introduce you to a friend of mine. Gabriel Tuck.

Armand motions with his cigarette hand, waving smoke all around. The big screen lights up to reveal Bruno in the hospital from the attack upon him. A man in a black leather jacket and street clothes is there at bedside.

Gabriel Tuck.

Paul Soutter looks even more angry, but even more than that he looks worried?

Soutter: You can't hurt him any more.

von Krauss: You are right, Soutter. To beat on him more and add to his injuries would be inhumane. What happens to horses that become so injured. Hmm? You do know the answer, yes?

Soutter: Horses? What are you talking about?

Tuck: Look, man. I really hate to do this, but you gotta give the boss what he wants.

Soutter: Do what?

Gabriel Tuck draws a heavy revolver and places the barrel to the temple of the still sleeping Bruno.

Tuck: This.

Paul looks from the video to Armand, his eyes wide.

Soutter: You can't do this on television! I will not give you the shares. SWAT will never be yours.

von Krauss: Ich denke, das ist das Leben. Gabriel?

Gabriel pulls back the hammer on the heavy revolver, the screen goes black, and then.

BANG!

Paul Soutter looks mad with grief. He begins to run down the aisle. Timeless, Frostbite, and James Fierce step out of the crowd to be in the way. Soutter is still mad with grief, but not so much that he welcomes suicide. He stops just short of engaging with the KGB. He wipes tears from his face.

Soutter: What you've done. I will make you pay, Armand!

Jeremy Tucker: What has he done? Killed Bruno? How could he get away with-

Andrew Fulton: It's wrestling. Go figure.

Paul Soutter heads toward the back, unable to do anything to hurt Armand von Krauss.

von Krauss: I want those ownership shares. You round them up for me and give them to me or else I will take away someone else that you care about!

[frostbite]

We see a vision of a championship belt laying on a bench. The cameras zoom in we see it is an old championship belt.

Andrew Fulton.. Hey I know that title.

Jeremy Tucker.. If the camera zooms in more closely, I believe that is the SWAT Mid South championship.

Voice.. Ah it is only fitting that I bought this to the memorial. This title certainly brings back so many fond memories. I took pride being called SWAT Mid South champion.. The man that ran the territory was one of the men that we are celebrating is life and that is Reginald P Packer. Unlike Soutter, here was a man that showed me nothing but respect once I walked into SWAT. I remember like it was yesterday as I walked into Saint Valentine Masscure and won a rather large battle to earn a chance to get a shot at this title. Ah, I remember stepping in the ring with the America Freebear, I came up short in my first encounter with him. I was hard on myself after that match because I was so close in becoming the champion. But there was one man that was there to give me a pat on the back and told me to keep my chin up because he knows that it was only a matter of time that I would win the title and that man was Packer.

A small pause..

Voice.. A couple of days later Packer and I, went out and have a few beers and at a local bar and we talked for hours about the business among other things. The funny thing a couple of days later, I had my rematch with American Freebear and won, this championship.

The pair of hands reaches down and picks up the title.

Voice.. This title has always meant something to me, and it was all because of Packer and is confidence in my abilities to lead Mid South into the future. However as the story goes the great territory closed down, but I took pride in being the very last champion and that is something I can carry around with me for the rest of my life. So Packer, thank you for believing in what I can do.

The camera zooms over as we see a short blonde haired gentleman wearing a red and black tee shirt that says KGB on the front of it, he has on long black tights and red and black boots. He hoist the title over his head as he looks up, we see that it is Frostbite.

Frostbite.. So my good friend this night is for you. I will make pround tonight, and I will honor this title.

Frostbite gets the title just the right way on his left shoulder.

Frostbite.. I never had the pleasure of stepping into the ring with Adrian Tanner, but I have seen over the years of what he did in the ring and our of the ring. Our paths never crossed and I wish they did because I am sure we would have had a classic. Tanner was a legend in this sport So my good man I tip my hat to you for all that you done for this sport.

Frostbite puts the title back on the bench as he looks right into the camera with an intense look in his blue eyes.

Frostbite..Now on this special night, in a few moments I step into the ring with Psychotic Goth. Now Goth you and I,were never the best of friends we had respect for what he could do it that ring, hell we were not that bad of a team when we did team up, dare to say we could have been tag team champs around here but things change, life throws you that curve ball. You talk about I turn my back on SWAT at war games. That is one of those times when life throws you that curve ball and you decide to change things up and I had to do what was right for me because after all we look out for number one. I did join the KGB, and look what happen, I torn it from within and got kicked out the group that Soutter so part of the mission has been accomplish. Now Goth maybe my methods did not everybody best wishes but it served its purpose. Goth you talked about I made the promise that I was going to burn this place to the ground. If you really look at what I have done this far I would say a job almost well done. But you are right my work is not done. With the help of the KGB we put Soutter on the shelf. All that is left for me to do is to become the world champion. Goth that is going to happen, whether you believe it or not because if it is the last thing I do. You do not believe in my methods, but I could care less it is the results that really matter.

Frostbite shakes his head.

Frostbite.. But poor Bruno, he has to be the blunt of Soutter stupidity. I gave Bruno a chance to stay with me. You see he carries Soutter bags around and jumps everytime he says so, but when he was hanging around with me, I treated him as an equal, he never carried my bags. Bruno knows that, he had good times riding up and down the roads together. But he made the poor decision and decided to keep being Soutter bitch. Goth, the more I think about it we could have worked together to clean things up around here but I am sure that will not happen now because you probably feel you have this notion that you are going to clear up things around here by beating here shortly, Goth I would really think about that long and hard. This has nothing to do with the KGB is this between simply me and you. We never had he pleasure of getting into the ring with each before until now. I guess the memorial is such an event for such a meeting.

Frostbite drops his head as he slowly picks it back up as he is just laughing out loud as if he has lost his mind completely.

Frostbite.. I am sorry Goth, I had to laugh at something you said. I believe you told me that I have degrading myself since I joined the KGB you believe that I am carrying there bags. That I am not the man that you believe that I truly am. Goth, you should know that I am not the man that would ever carry anybody bags as you find it hard to believe the KGB is equal shares if you want to say it that way. No one man is better than the next one. We all have goals, James will take care of business tonight Timeless will do the same as well, Armand, you do what needs to be done as well. And very soon, I promise you, I will take care of what I came here to do and that is really burn this place to the ground. Have there been jumps in the road. Yes. But life is like that Goth, you should know that. You like to bring up Doomsday and Lucifer and how I turn my back on them. Goth, those two could not get a contract anywhere in this business and that is the truth, they will tell you that. I got them deals here to wrestle in SWAT. I was being a good friend, maybe you do not understand that Goth because how many friends do you have in this sport. None, probably. I thought these two could challenge Team Fairtex for the tag team titles at the time because there was no other team in this company and I handed them this chance to become champions and to become winners but they fail to get the job done. Goth, I was response of putting these two together, there careers were going nowhere, they owe me quite a bit, everything I just told you is the truth. You can ask them and they will tell you what I am talking you right now about and they know I am not lying.

Frostbite reaches down as he picks up the title once again as he places it on his left shoulder.

Frostbite.. Goth, I will admit I might agree with you on one thing and that happens to be titles. You are right, I have not won anything since my return to SWAT. I have had a few chances and I did deliver and you are right that is on me. I should have won the World title by now. Maybe I spent my focus on getting rid of Soutter that maybe just maybe the mind was distracted but no more. I plan on becoming the World Champion very soon. Now with my possible diagnosis coming from my doctor that I might have cancer, this is my golden chance to prove to the world that Frostbite is still a force in this business and certainly here in SWAT.

Frostbite points to the camera as he motions them in for a closer look.

Frostbite.. I have a question for you Goth? This is something that you need to really think about. We both are leading off this show to honor Packer and Tanner and do not get me wrong it is a huge honor to be on this show, but Goth let us be real for a minute. You and I both have not really done anything lately. We have been big name stars in this sport for years and we are leading off this show. We should be in the main event with the World title on the line. This is really a slap in the face to us and you know I am not lying. We have allowed men like Trent Jones and Syberus be in the main event. Think about it, Goth you lead everybody to believe that the KGB were the bad guys when in fact it has been the Society of the New Breed have been the problem. They have won every title in this company or been given more chances all because they are Soutter buddies. Maybe the fat man has a sense of some loyality. How many chances have you had Goth not many. You had a chance to win the TV title and you could not get the job done. You can probably say the same for me. Maybe you might have a point. We have allowed men like Trent Jones and Eddie D of the world come in and just take over. Goth I do not intend to take a b sck seat anymore. The Frostbite that you really believe can make a true impact has return Goth and tonight, we are going to beat the hell out of the other.

He drops his head once again.

Frostbite.. Goth, you are going to be a stepping stone as I will become the champion of this company. It is Soutter worse nightmare. But I am going to the trying.

He laughs..

Frostbite.. Maybe that might be a poor choice of words. Goth, I know you are a man who has no sympathy and I do not want any. Maybe karma has finally come back to bite me in the ass, but I would never change anything that I ever did in this sport. You tell me that I am going to bleed quite a bit out there in a few short minutes. Goth, we both have spilled plenty of blood in our this sport to probably fill plenty of blood banks. I have no problem whatsoever bleeding another drop of blood against you, but you are going to bleed so much more, I want your woman to witness the horror show. We are going to put on quite the bloodbath all to amuse these simply minded idiots out here.

He looks up and then down.

Frostbite.. Goth it does not matter what the doctor says about Frostbite but if this is the end if the road then eveeybody is going down with me, and that includes you and maybe your woman as well, Goth your version of hell is probably something like a walk in the park but my version of hell is something you could only imagine. I have seen the devil himself, can you say that Goth? If it a bloodbath you want then it is one you will certainly get but me warned it is your funeral. After I win against you, then I will sit back and like others watch the world title match between Trent Jones and Syberus and I just might walk up to the winner and drop them right where they stand.

He picks back up the Mid South championship.

Frostbite.. This title to be is the World Title, but gentlemen, whoever wins the title your are belongs to me, no longer will I be in the shadows. I will become champion or I will die trying. But Goth there has to be a starting point somewhere. So are you ready for this fight? Goth this is one fight that you will not win. The pain you feel tonight will be my salvation.

He laughs once again.

Frostbite.. Let the hell begin.

He walks off as the scene fades out.

[Timeless]

We see a mechanic shop, there is a tow truck and on the truck sits Timeless’ brand new Rimac C Two. The Rimac that Anthony Caffrey trashed on Battleground in Tennessee.

Mechanic : (a tear welling up) I have seen some low acts in my years in this industry, but this … this … this takes the cake. Who in their right mind could bring themselves to do such a thing?

Roxylishus : (leaning against the tow truck, her hooters bursting to escape from the confines of her boob tube) Don’t worry about it Mac, we know who it was and he will get his.

Mechanic : (raising an eyebrow) Mac?

Timeless : Just fix the thing Jack! We didn’t come here to shoot the shit with the ‘help’.

Timeless tosses the keys to the mechanic and he and Roxylishus turn their backs on the mechanic and stroll across the street to a local diner.

Mechanic : (mouthing to himself) Mac? Jack? ‘Help?’ (he shakes his head) No wonder their car got trashed.

Shot switches to Roxy and Timeless now inside the diner at a booth.

Roxylishus : What sort of hick Tennessee town is this?

Timeless : (putting on a redneck accent) Just ya’ll everyday roadside dive.

Roxylishus : So, It’s come down to this, The Memorial. You and Caffrey, loser leaves SWAT!

Timeless : Couldn’t have come quick enough. This dweep is in for the biggest shock of his life. If he thought me costing him his precious X Crown was something, wait I until I cost him his entire CAREER!!!

Roxylishus : Did you see his face after Valentine beat him? He was a deer stuck in the headlights.

Timeless : I was right in his face, egging him on to have one last free shot, knowing the coward didn’t have the sack to see it through, then that show boat Valentine gets in our business. These fools never know when to quit!

Roxylishus : I thought it was my uniform that had Caffrey frozen stIff.

Timeless : He and the entire arena.

Roxylishus : (smiling and flicking her hair flirting) Flattery will get you ‘everywhere’ (she coo’s)

Timeless : First thing I am going to do once I run his scrawny ass out of here, is renegotiate a brand new contract with Sainovic that makes ME the highest paid member of the roster! The fact that fool makes more than the rest of us, especially ME is a disgrace!

Roxylishus : You know why he is really upset about losing his X Crown? That he had to take that stupid mask off and now we all get to see his ugly mug again.

Timeless : Newsflash! When you look better IN a mask than without one, you are in serious trouble.

Roxylishus : If only it were one of those pool ball gimp masks, shut his big trap up once and for all!

Timeless : One way or another, after the Memorial we wont have to ever worry about hearing his whinny insolent voice again!

Roxylishus : Sainovic is a on power trip, can you believe he got rid of Canelli?

Timeless : The guy has lost it! I’m going to get our lawyers to look into that!

Roxylishus : You know what was great, seeing the ‘King of the Swerve’ get swerved himself last Battleground!

Timeless : (laughing and rubbing his hands together) The Founder got Found OUT! (to the camera) Armand was with us all along! He is a Bandit thru and thru! Not like you and them jerk off Fairtexes!

Roxylishus : I liked Joe so much more than Sainovic, I think I should have a ‘private’ little chat with Zoran, get him over on OUR side.

Timeless : Old geezer would have a heart attack at the mere thought.

Roxylishus : Hmmm (tapping her finger on her chin) Now there is a thought!

Timeless : I’d rather squeeze the last breathe from his wrinkled old throat than humour him with any thoughts of getting near you.

Roxylishus : Linda will deal with him at the Memorial, we got to focus on Caffrey. As much a cretin as he is, the man is not to be taken lightly.

Timeless : Ohhh, I don’t under estimate him. I know exactly what he is capable off. Everyone does. He is a one trick pony. Seen it once, seen it a million times. (mocking Caffreys hokey voice) Lets drink a Cup of stupid Caffrey. I’ll snap your ankle. I’ll elbow you in the head. (Timeless yawns)

Roxylishus : Careful. You might just bring on ANOTHER gimmick change for him.

Timeless : Mutha Fucker is so desperate for approval and attention that he changes who he is like the breeze. Tries to be what he thinks others want to see. ME, I am ME!

Sir Winsalot!

I say what I think, and when I say it, it’s cool. It’s cool because I say it!

When he says it, it’s what he thinks others will think is cool. It’s pathetic and comes across as a ‘try hard’.

(to the camera again) Do you hear that Caffrey? Do you GET IT! Some free advice from me to you.

Think of it as a parting gift to you, on your way out the fuckin door!

Roxylishus : You hear he tried to mock you having catch phrases and moniker nick names.

Timeless : Yeah. God forbid a wrestler should have nick names and catch phrases. (Timeless rolls his eyes)

Roxylishus : The man thinks farrrr too highly of himself.

Timeless : Delusional. He needs to take a good look in the mirror, and not smash it this time when he see’s his horrid reflection.

Roxylishus : I’m bored. They are going to be hours over there fixing the beast. Let’s go get a room and have some fun.

Timeless : CHEQUE PLEASE! You still got that police uniform?

Roxylishus : That I do, and according to my sources, you have been a very very bad boy and I think you need to be taken to the interrogation room.

Timeless : CHQ PLEASE!!!!

[warpig]

Chapter 1:


"Where are you?" Jessica Stone said to herself as she stared into the darkness that was the backyard of her home. The beautiful woman's honey blonde hair was a mess. She looked worried as she could possibly be. Tears filled her eyes.

On the table in front of her, next to steaming coffee was a picture of Andrew and herself. They were in a field of sunflowers. Both looked just so damn happy to be together.

Jessica eyed that picture, remembering the good times. She remembered the times before Andrew's many deployments. She remembered just how full of life he was back then. He was strong willed and protective even after he'd joined the Marines. Of course that was before he'd spent so long in active war zones.

She'd been sitting in that kitchen chair for days. She hadn't gotten any real sleep in weeks. She was far too worried about Andrew. He'd disappeared in the middle of the night after one of his episodes. She didn't know if her love was alive or dead. She feared the worst.

Friends and family came to visit often. They wanted her to move on but she couldn't. She loved Andrew with all her heart.

She walked to the window and stared out of it into the night. "Where are you?" She said as more tears filled her eyes.

"Why couldn't you just get the help you needed? You weren't in this alone, Andy." She whispered.

Her phone rang loudly. She rushed over to pick it up, thinking that it may be her husband. He'd never called before, but this could be it. She wiped the tears from her face.

"Hello?" She answered.

The voice on the other end of the line was not Andrew Stone's voice. It was her mother. She'd called four times that day to check on her daughter.

"Up late again?" Jessica's mother asked softly. Jessica replied with a sigh. "What if he comes home tonight? I want to be awake." Jessica replied.

Jessica's mother understood. Jessica's father was also a military man. Her mother often stayed up late at night wondering where he was and if her husband was ok.

"This isn't healthy, Jess. I know you want to be up if he comes home, but you need to sleep. And you need to eat. I'm bringing groceries over in the morning. I know you haven't been eating regularly." Her mother told her.

"Ok. I'll try to get some sleep. See you in the morning." Jessica said. "I love you." Her mother replied as Jessica hung up the phone.

Chapter two:

To say Louisiana was hot would be an understatement. It could best be described as walking around in an enormous hot tub that just so happened to be outside in the middle of a one hundred and ten degree day. This was especially true in the swamps.

Andrew Stone was outside in this extreme heat. He hung feet first from a tree limb about fifteen feet from the ground. He was shirtless. He was either sweating profusely or the moisture in the air had accumulated in his body.

"Fifty." Andrew said as he had just finished what was apparently his fiftieth full body sit up. One could say that this man had serious mental issues but he was very fit and in shape.

He flipped himself down, landing on his feet. He grabbed a towel and dried himself off. Even his black sweat pants were completely drenched.

"You're a funny guy, Armand. You talk a big game as if your nuts weren't tiny but your life is on film. Don't ever forget that. Your actions are out there for the world to see. Do you know what I see? I see a man who is trying to fool the entire world right now. After all. Didn't you tell me that you were once a fighter? Now I'm not sure exactly what they consider a warrior where you're from but where I'm from? Once a fighter..always a fighter. Warriors don't pay others to get their hands dirty. No. We do the dirty work ourselves. Do you think I ever ordered anyone in my squad to pull a trigger? No. I never did. I LED them into battle.

I had to laugh when I saw that you had someone else pull that trigger. What was his name? The poor soul who thinks you're something you aren't? I forget his name but he must be completely brainless. After all. There is nothing about you that I would call scary or even respectable. Like I said before. You're all the same. You're no different from the various terrorist fucks I've killed over the course of my military career. You're no different than the random war Lord's that plague this world. You all talk the big game. You act like you're violent and ruthless but you don't even know what that is. You think violence and ruthlessness is when you tell one of your troops to do something you won't. Fuck. It's actually pulling the trigger yourself. It's watching the light leave a man's eyes after you take it yourself. Guys like you? You're a dime a dozen. You're jokes." Andrew said as he lit a cigarette.

He took a long draw.

"I should probably quit these. I guess this is just my way of shortening my time here on this Earth. Every day becomes a little harder due to the damage to the lungs. Eventually they just can't take anymore." Andrew stated flatly before asking on the ground.

"Me? I'm the kind of guy who made it his life's work to end guys like you. Of course I've had to go through countless others to get to them. See what I'm getting at here? I'm trying to say that cowards often throw others at enemies rather than take the assault head on. Oh you say you don't but...we all know the truth about that, don't we? You joined KGB not because you want shares of SWAT. No. If you were an actual man with big balls you would just take it. No. You joined KGB because you know you have protection. You have something to hide behind. I guess it's been that way your whole life, hasn't it? Ever since you were a little boy growing up in..whatever bum fuck country you're from….you always found the biggest and baddest guys and gals around to fight your fights for you. Oh you'll say you fought your own fights. In fact, you did. But, again, there are those pesky actions. And those pesky actions tell a completely different story. They tell the story of a coward.

Look. I don't care if you throw one of your boys at me. I have no problem going through them. I really don't. I've done it countless times before. If you want to watch as your entire crew gets taken down one by one..two by two...three by three… then that's on you. Eventually you'll have to wipe the shit out of your pants and actually fight. And I'm gonna get honest here. It isn't gonna be fair. It really isn't. But you're gonna have to come to terms with it. Some times paying others to fight for you back fires. Some times a warrior comes along who has what it takes to just SWAT those clowns aside and come for you. I'm that guy, Armand. I've been that guy for my whole damn life. I guess all I can say is that you have a fight coming. Make sure you're ready. Pack extra pants if you need to." Andrew said, finally smiling.

His eyes quickly glazed over and his skin went white. Moments of clarity like that have been few and far between over the past few months for Andrew Stone.

"No. You're dead." He said.

Chapter three:

James Butler was Andrews best friend growing up. They were practically friends in the womb due to their mothers' friendship. They were born on the same week, only two days apart. They lived on the same block, attended the same schools. They even joined the Marines together.

James was one of Andrews troops. James was also the first to die in a horrific road side bomb ambush. He was the first body that Andrew carried back to base.

"James. You're…...you're dead. You died in the desert." Andrew said. He looked as if he'd seen a ghost. It could have simply been the intense heat and humidity of the Louisiana bayou. It wasn't, however. No. This was a bad mental state for Andrew.

"How are you here. Why are you here?" Andrew asked. A tear began to fall down his face. "I should get help?" He asked.

Andrew took a deep breathe. "I am helping myself. I'm fighting again. I'm doing it because I deserve to get punched every day. It's my fault you're gone, James. I'll never forgive myself." He said as he stared at a tree.

"Don't say her name! She left me. My world. She left me." Andrew said, falling to his knees. His cigarette fell to the ground.

"Go. Leave me alone. Just go." He said over and over and over again.

He laid there until the sun went down.

Chapter Four.

Anabeth Jones was a very attractive woman. She had honey blonde hair, though slightly greying, and emerald green eyes like her daughter. Anabeth had been with Jessica all day. She worried for her daughter's well being. She'd noticed the weight loss in her daughter's arms and legs. She also noticed the increasing belly bump. Though Jessica hadn't told anyone, Anabeth knew that her daughter was pregnant.

Jessica had tried to hide it from everyone, including Andrew. She just couldn't bear to put something else on him, especially with the troubles he was going through.

Anabeth eyed her daughter softly as she sat the groceries down on the table. She noticed the bags under Jessica's eyes. "How did you sleep last night, dear?" Anabeth asked. Jessica shrugged her shoulders weakly. "I couldn't. I need him, mom." Jessica replied.

Anabeth sighed. "I know. He needs to be here when his son, arrives. I know it's a boy. You're carrying low." She said sweetly. Jessica didn't speak for a moment. She hadn't planned on telling anyone for some time. "How did you.." Jessica started. Anabeth laughed. "I'm your mother. And mother's always know these things." Anabeth said as she started making her daughter a ham sandwich.

When Anabeth was done, she sat a payed sandwich in front of Jessica. Mrs. Stone inhaled the lunch. She was famished and eating for two. " Now. Please go get some rest. I'll be here all day." Anabeth said. Jessica nodded and headed to the bedroom.

Chapter five:

Andrew Stone sat beneath a giant tree. A cigarette hung loosely from his lips. A look of clarity filled his face.

"For months Jessica asked me to get help." He started. "But I couldn't. I'm a Marine. We don't feed into weakness. My issues are a weakness. We take care of things ourselves. That's why I've chosen to fight. This is my way of dealing with my mind. I know what's there and I know how to handle it. Weakness isn't something I give in to. That's what makes me dangerous, Armand. You're a weak man mascerading as warrior. Me? I'm a warrior through and through. My heart beats that of a warrior. The blood of a warrior flows through my veins. And I'll do whatever it takes to win. You? Well you puff your fancy cigarettes and enjoy watching others get their hands dirty. I'd say you should prepare, but you already have, yes? You're a smart man with huge plans. So let me ask you one question. What happens after I beat you lifeless? Do you dust yourself off and continue that plan? Ordinarily I'm sure you'd simply dust yourself off. But I'm no ordinary opponent. I'm a trained killer. Part of me enjoys inflicting pain on others, especially those like you. I love seeing the eyes fill up with fear once those men like yourself realize that you can't win. Quite often they off themselves beforehand. But every once in a while the coward is even too much of a coward to even do that. In those cases, I get blood on my hands. Armand, one way or the other, your blood will be on my hands. Whether you like it or not" He added with a smile. He ashed the cigarette.

To be continued.

[edwarddubin0604]

(Psychotic Goth and Vampira are in the boiler room warming up from being in the freezer despite the painful feelings of the freezer burn and the possible shock of the sudden warmth. They ignore the effects and seem to enjoy the painful effects of where they were and where they are now.)

Vampira: "Soon in a matter of moments 'The King of the Goths' and Frostbite shall be stepping into the ring and there's going to be bloodshed like none other and will make even Reginald Packer and Adrian Tanner proud."

Psychotic Goth: "Frostbite you were right about a couple of things and those things were we could probably have been a tag team that could have ruled the tag team rankings both in SWAT and the hole XHF. Imagine the possibilities if we went for the XHF Global Network Tag Team Rankings and won these belts. Sounds like a lofty goal but then again what could have been if that prophecy came true as they say."

(He says something in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Yes we could have both burned SWAT to the ground and remade it in our image if you hadn't joined The KGB. Yet you did and you incurred the curse I placed on both The KGB and Society of the New Breed. I also agree that the Society of the New Breed are running roughshod over SWAT screwing the real contenders for the tag team championships and my former SWAT Hardcore Championship. It wasn't bad enough Timeless stole my championship for The KGB and renamed it the SWAT Technical Championship."

(Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "I could accept that until I got my chance and retook my championship. Yet he lost to that over the hill British shit Syberus, who thinks he's 110% greatness, and yet if he was s great why did he lose to that fat bitch whore Rally 'Rusty Abomination' Jackson. He who needs rest every five minutes to catch his breath and needs water to keep himself refreshed. He who renamed my championship belt 'Mega Weight Championship' and demands payment to get a title shot which shows who the real bitch is."

(He roars even louder in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Society of the New Breed even disgraces the SWAT World Tag Team Championships and treats them as a joke. They treat those championships as if they are an exhibition and their stunts are nothing but shit. They are nothing but garbage that needs to be taken out and placed in the dumpster for washed up wrestlers."

(Psychotic Goth laughs maniacally.)

Psychotic Goth: "Imagine you say that you have seen the devil but I follow his philosophy. I know about the darkness and the evil and I show no remorse for my actions. Can you say the same for yourself. I don't think so. You see I am ultimate darkness and ultimate evil.
You say you met the devil but you failed to have completely showed your loyalty to him."

(He laughs and bellows in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Your cancer is no crutch and believe me you try that poor helpless cancer act on me and we'll both shall show each other no pity and let's bleed ourselves dry in the ring and make Tanner and Packer proud. It's going to be a great moment in the Packer/Tanner Memorial Show's history. It's going to complete warfare in the ring but then again that's what I love the most about stepping into the ring. That's why I am 'The King of the Goths' because I'm that brutal and brutality is my ultimate name as it is yours."

(He roars in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "It seems we both are as you said are 'stepping stones' for the other and obvious that's Zoran's intention. Who knows maybe Timeless should let Zoran into the KGB and he'll betray you and when that happens you may be out of the KGB. Wouldn't that be an irony Frostbite that Timeless screws himself and The KGB out of positions in your stable. Irony is such a sweet revenge isn't it."

(Psychotic Goth laughs demonically.)

Psychotic Goth: "Deal with the devil and you shall be burnt and burnt real bad beyond recognition. I always believed that and those who stepped into the ring with me pay the price in blood and pain and the shall wish they hadn't stepped into the ring with me. Who knows maybe if we ever team up we can deal with another pair of trash known as the Brothers of Anarchy. If they have the brains to challenge and beat Society of the New Breed."

(He laughs louder.)

Psychotic Goth: "Then again Society of the New Breed is nothing but a bunch of lazy cowards who care about putting on comedy acts and whoring themselves for money. Do not worry if we ever team up the Society of the New Breed will be exposed as over the hill Old Society of the Old Breed. Then SWAT will have real tag team champions again. However, tonight we have business in the ring and that business is to beat each other down until one of us is defeated and can't go on."

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

Psychotic Goth: "Frostbite we pay our respects to both Reginald Packer and Adrian Tanner by beating each other into a bloody mess. We shall be trying to destroy each other and making the ring flow with blood as we serve up and deliver pin and agony that nobody has seen before. In the end one of us shall be standing with our arms raised in victory. Who knows maybe we'll team up and maybe we won't later on in another time but leave separately after each match. Maybe it's going to piss Timeless off and the rest of the KGB. Let's see what happens if we do team up. Then again that's for the promoters to decide. Thus I have spoken and thus let us see if our bloody vows come true."

[Jonnie Valentine]

("The Kit AND The Kaboodle" Jonnie Valentine is sitting in the conference area of the Hampton Inn in Atlanta, Georgia with two reporters for two wrestling websites, ThisIsAwesome, and WorkedShoot) 

WorkedShoot: Jonnie, I want to start out by thanking you for sitting down for this interview with our two websites. 


ThisIsAwesome: Right, obviously we would have liked if you sat with us individually but as you said we...


"The Kit AND The Kaboodle" Jonnie Valentine: Creep me out. 


ThisIsAwesome:  ...creep you out, so we're just thankful you agreed to this joint interview. 


WorkedShoot: Yeah, totally. We get it. This is great. So let me start off by saying, I grew up on Hardkore World and when I did my research I had no idea you wrestled prior to that. 


Jonnie Valentine: You...are you kidding me? You thought I was just a booker? 


WorkedShoot: Totally blown away by that. I mean, I YouTubed some of your old matches, and wow...gory stuff. 


ThisIsAwesome: In fact, you won the UWA Georgia National title here in Atlanta in a scaffold match with "Common Man" Jesse Reynolds. Now you return to wrestle "Rockin" Rick Owen who my parents tell me was one of the most inspirational wrestlers of his time.


Jonnie Valentine: His time? Any time. Have you seen any of his matches?


ThisIsAwesome: I mean, my parents gave me a VHS tape but I don't have anywhere to play it. 


WorkedShoot: After you're done with Rick Owen what's next for The Kit AND The Kaboodle? 


Jonnie Valentine: Woah, woah. Done? You better go to the Goodwill and pick up a VCR and watch that tape. "Rockin" Rick Owen is a legend. That word gets thrown around alot like over, and good house, but Rick was over when that meant something and drew houses like you've never seen. 


ThisIsAwesome: Since I don't know what a Goodwill is, I'll just ask. What made him so popular? 


Jonnie Valentine: If I knew that, I would have bottled it and gave some to "Lightning" Leon Jones to drink when he was headlining Hardkore World. He connected with the people in a way I couldn't with my merchandise and animalistic sex appeal. 


WorkedShoot: Plus my Mom says you were in a DUI car accident that killed Major Rager. 


Jonnie Valentine: Yeah, it could have been some of that too. But what always bothered me was that Rick was genuine about his faith and his love for fellow man. I just did it as a gimmick on the courthouse steps after the Major Rager thing. Now I've got the chance to prove to him the people are with me now. They wear my t-shirts, they watch my shows, and they YouTube my testimonies when I was a star witness for the steroid trials. That's a bond you can't break no matter how good a person you really are. And what even is a "good person"? 


ThisIsAwesome: Someone who does good things? 


Jonnie Valentine: (sputters) Wha- what...that's a narrow interpretation. What if the people you do good things for are all mini-Hitlers? See how your logic just eats itself? See, I prefer to see it that if you make people happy, you're a good person. People like to wear my t-shirts. People like to get splattered with my opponents' blood. And they make me happy with their hard earned money. Now we're all good people. 


WorkedShoot: Does that mean Trent Jones is a good person? 


Jonnie Valentine: No of course not, he's an antisemetic loon who's about to lose his SWAT World Heavyweight Championship to 110% Syberus. 


ThisIsAwesome: Is Eddie D a good person?  


Jonnie Valentine: Eddie's good at interfering in good matches and losing to good wrestlers, so no. We're getting off the point, which is why ethics are stupid. The point is, in Atlanta, Georgia in front of the same people I won the UWA Georgia National Championship. The place where I really came into my own with feuds over The Dice Man, and Tempered Steel, and Cerberus. I will wrestle "Rockin" Rick Owen, we've tangled before in a different UWA but that was a million matches ago. I'm not promising to steal the show or put on a performance, because that's how you lose. I'm going to take every opportunity to pin that man. I'm not going to waste a moment because Rick will beat you before you know you're on the mat. In Atlanta, 110% Syberus wins the SWAT World Championship, and I end any chance of Rick Owen getting his momentum back and taking this thing over all over again. My t-shirt sales, just couldn't take it. 


ThisIsAwesome: Well, my Mom is outside, so that's going to have to be it. 


WorkedShoot: And his Mom is my ride too. 


Jonnie Valentine: That works out great then. 

[vastrix]

Armand von Krauss sits in a chair in his dressing room. He pours himself a healthy measure of whiskey and sips at it.

von Krauss: Oh, Andrew. So willing to get your own hands so schmutzig. Why should I be the one with dirty hands? I spent the better part of cen-well, let's not get into how long I spent in the mud and the muck. How long I spent twisting the necks of mankind. How long that I have run my Kharnival.

Armand sips at his whiskey some more with grin, though the mirth doesn't quite meet his eyes.

von Krauss: You are a Marine. You are one of the first to go out and fight. One of the first to go out and die. I am a warlord as you say, but I've earned my place. Have you ever reached into a man, plucked out a rib, and then slashed his throat with his own broken bone? I have. Every way you will claim to have killed a man, I assure you that I've done it better. When the Romans broke their treaty, we burned them to the ground.

Armand chuckles to himself, lighting an Egyptian cigarette. He blows smoke into the air.

von Krauss: In the end, Andrew, you know who is going to come out the winner of this match. You know who is going to be broken at the end of the night. You keep trying to win the day and I will grind you into dust.

Armand flicks ashes onto the floor before taking another sip of whiskey.

von Krauss: You have spirit. I will give you that, Andrew, but I am so much better that you cannot even imagine the difference that lies between us in skill, experience, and sheer power.

Armand picks up his smart phone and makes a phone call.

von Krauss: Gabriel. Soutter isn't getting the shares yet. I will find someone he does care about and make him do as I demanded. In the meantime, it might be good to see the public records to see who the shareholders are to see about acquiring the shares ourselves. One way or another, I will own this company.

Armand hangs up the smart phone and continues to smoke his cigarette.

[frostbite]

Frostbite is leaning up against the locker as he tilts his head back a little to the right as we hear a crack so long that it echos across the room as if really believe a car wreck as just occurred. He moves his neck to the left and once again we hear the same exact noise only sound worse. But a wicked smiles comes across his lips. He reaches down onto the cold floor as he picks up a pair of red and black gloves as he puts them on.

Frostbite.. Ah, Goth. I will agree with you on one point we are about to head out to that ring and we both will spill plenty of blood. I have no doubt in my mind about that. I am sure Packer and Tanner will look down from above and smile from ear to ear. I will be so bold to say that SWAT will have a very hard time cleaning up after us. The ladies and gentlemen of the locker roo just might have to shall we say work around it. I will dare to make a second conclusion that we will become a tough act to follow. I believe tonight main event will have nothing on us. I believe we can agree on that small little thing.

Frostbite drops the gloves back to the floor as he turns around and reaches inside the locker behind him and grabs some black tape as he wraps it around his right hand.

Frostbite.. You believe I know nothing about the darkness. Goth, I have done many unspeakable things in this business. Hit a kid with a hard, and that is just for starters. I am not going to sit here or I should stand here and question who just might be the tougher of the two or who really is sicker in the head. Hell I have been set on fire twice in my career, but by a car and got up to continue, throw many feet off of a balcony. I know what pain and suffering is all about. Maybe I am right not giving you ideas on what you can do to me in a few short minutes. Goth make no mistake I know just how dangerous you really are and vise versa.

He starts to tape up his left hand.

Frostbite.. I will agree with you that this Society of New Breed have made quite a mockery of things around here. That was games match was a complete joke. Johnnie really thought we were all going to get along. Sure we all have egos but Johnnie was a poor choice for a leader, it might be able to lead those misfits to a cookie jar but not us, he would never had told either one of us what to do. Should I regret doing what I did and turn my back on SWAT, no I do not it was the right thing to do. Now maybe in some sick and twisted way deep down just maybe you want revenge for that. I get that, but remember Goth I am just as sick and twisted as you. I knew this day would come, you and I, in the ring against the other. It had to happen. What better way to have it here and now. But tonight this is not about KGB business, this is between you and I, just to see you is the better man, I can not put it any other way.

Frostbite reaches back down to the floor as he picks up the gloves ad he puts them back on.

Frostbite.. Ah feels just right more impact when I put the right and left into your skull, the impact will feel quite heavy. But I must admit, you must teach the ancient words that come out of your mouth from time to time because it is quite charming in a way.

He laughs..

Frostbite.. Goth at times I really believe it is you that does not understand what true darkness is? Satan himself was cast out of heaven because he was a rebel just like a parent kicking there child out of the house once the reach a certain age and they feel they should no longer mooch off of them. Satan is a twisted everybody knows that. He still rebels today, look all what is c9ming of this world. Hell might seem like paradise to what we walk out of our homes and deal with every single day. I wonder if he looks up and see what he has caused in this world and his laughing at us. He is probably sitting on his throne down there and probably telling God I told you these fools are not worth the time and energy, get rid of them start all over. I am sure even the devil himself will love our match, he just might grab a ringside sit and enjoy it. Others that will follow, Satan might fall asleep.

Frostbite pounds his fist together.

Frostbite.. But you were right about something else. Could we have been tag team champs? Probably because we could have taken Rally and Tuxedo Mask hands down. I am sure Soutter and Zoran is sitting somewhere stroking their chins and might make that happen because he wants to see the two of destroy each other, I am sure that will happen in a few short minutes. We shall find out who really is the sickest between the two. Maybe the devil has a favorite between the two of us, I do not really know or could care less. Maybe Packer and Tanner spirt will be at ringside cheering the bloodbath on.

Once again he laughs.

Frostbite.. Then maybe we both might just make a trip to the local hospital and might not seen any of the show because we have spilled way too much blood that we both need a transfusion. But I promise, I will drag my body out of that bed, and drive myself back to the arena and use your kendo stick to beat the hell out of Trent Jones or Syberus and let them know that this right here is the true World Champion.

He drops his head but slowly picks it back up as he looks into the camera with an intense look in his blue eyes.

Frostbite.. Goth time is here, let the horror show begin.

Frostbite walks away as the scene slowly fades out.

[SWAT Team]

[We join Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton at the commentary desk at ringside.]

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome everyone. Welcome again to the Tanner Packer Memorial.

Andrew Fulton : This opener with Goth and Frostbite has got my imagination running wild. How bloody will it be? How technical will it be? These guys have skills and brutality in equal measure. No one knows which way it will go down.

Jeremy Tucker : Well thankfully we don’t have to wait much longer…

Evil green mist bellows out of the ring entrance as a woman screams and Psychotic Goth laughing maniacally as "Welcome To Your Death" by Annihilator plays and Vampira leads Psychotic Goth to ringside in chains while holding Psychotic Goth's homemade weapon. He ignores the ringsiders and stops at the ring for Vampira to unlock the chains and Psychotic Goth rubs his wrists hard as he climbs the ringsteps and enters the ring and stands in his corner. He slowly takes off his trenchcoat and jewelry before he lowers his head and raises his arms before throwing his head back revealing his pale handsome gothlike looks looking and snarling like a demonic maniac crazed and intimidating as he is given his homemade weapon and he caresses it before placing it in his corner for Vampira to hold until it's time for Psychotic Goth to use it.

Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from The Depths of Hell. Coming in at 6’5 and 235 pounds ....accompanied by Vampira .....The King of Goths .... PSYCHOTIC GOTH!!!

Andrew Fulton : Why would Goth keep bringing that upsetting looking weapon out with him?

Jeremy Tucker : It clearly means something to him…

Andrew Fulton : Yeah but in the TV title battle royal match that creepy looking thing pretty much changed the tide against him last week. How many goats were sacrificed in the name of that defeat I wonder?

Jeremy Tucker : Well I can’t see if he bears the scars to his back under all that hair, but he’s clearly here and ready to fight.

We see lotus flying on the Titan tron 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 soldiers 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 reached out to touch his hands or his broad shoulders. As he stops midway looking into the crowd as he nods his head as the crowd chants his name. 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 his opponent with an intense look in his blue eyes as the ringside fills with an icy mist. He begins to climb the steps and jumps over the top ropes. He continues to look at his opponent not taking his eyes off his opponent as the lights turns back to normal and his music fades as he is ready for a war. .

Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from Boulder, Colorado. Coming in at 6’2 and 225 pounds ....representing the KGB ..... The Cold Hearted Bastard .... FROSTBITE!!!

Jeremy Tucker : How’s about this for intensity… I have chills.

Andrew Fulton : Are you sure that’s not just the dry ice that’s lingering around under the commentary table?

Jeremy Tucker : Well the referee is checking their boots, laying down the law and calling for the bell and we’re underway…

Andrew Fulton : Frostbite has taken an immediate dislike to Vampira being at ringside… Frostbite has left the ring and is following a rather worried but vocal Vampira around the ring… Frostbite threatens her to stay out of the encounter… Don’t think that’s gonna change a thing, but if it sets the tone and gets the referee awake to the chance of her getting involved, maybe it’s a bright move… Goth lets out a huge whistle… Frostbite focuses back on Goth… Goth shouts something in an ancient Germanic dialect and gives Frostbite the finger... Frostbite dives into the ring... Goth stamps on Frostbite as he comes in... Frostbite doesn't seem to feel the blows... Goth lays in some big punches on Frostbite... Frostbite blocks the last punch and keeps coming... Goth kicks Frostbite to the guts... Frostbite doubles up… Goth goes for a DDT?!... Frostbite blocks it, powers up, grips Goth around the head and hits a Fisherman Suplex!... Holds the hooked leg for the cover

…1 … and a quick kick out …

Jeremy Tucker : Goth has rolled away and gotten to his feet first… Goth grabs Frostbite from behind and lifts Frostbite for a side suplex?! …but Frostbite rolls backwards off his shoulder and goes to lift Goth for a side suplex of his own?! …But Goth rolls off Frostbite’s shoulder as well… Goth lands heavily with a smile at the nice reversal… but …Discus Punch from Frostbite! …Goth hits the canvas hard and nurses his chin…

Andrew Fulton : Frostbite isn’t hanging around …Springboard Leg Drop! …Goth tries to get back up… Frostbite with a Senton Splash! …Frostbite drags Goth away from the ropes by the leg and covers…

…1 …

…2 … and a kick out …

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite goes to drag Goth up and gets a thumb in the eye… Frostbite reels away holding his face as Goth gets back to his feet… Goth drags Frostbite by the head to the nearest turnbuckles and slams his head off the top turnbuckle…

Andrew Fulton : The referee wants them out of the corner but Goth unloads with multiple Judo chops to Frostbite’s chest and face… The referee counts …1 …2 …3 … Goth halts the onslaught drags Frostbite out of the corner in a headlock to placate the referee… Frostbite goes to lift his way out of the headlock but Goth punches him in the mouth… Goth drags Frostbite over to the opposite corner and slams his head off the top turnbuckle…

Jeremy Tucker : The referee wants them out of the corner, but Goth ignores him and unloads with multiple reverse knife edge chops to Frostbite’s chest and throat… The referee counts …1 …2 …3 …

Andrew Fulton : Goth grabs Frostbite in frustration at the referee’s interference and … Lightning Belly to Belly Suplex!! …Frostbite looks out of it after this onslaught… Goth covers

…1 …

…2 … and a kick out, launching Goth high off his chest …

Jeremy Tucker : Goth looks shocked at the ferocity of Frostbite’s kick out and slaps on a rear naked choke… The referee has got to do something about this… The referee counts again… …1 …2 …3 … Goth breaks the hold… laughs in Frostbite’s and the referee’s face and reapplies the choke…

Andrew Fulton : The referee counts again… …1 …2 …3 …4 …5 Goth breaks the choke… Goth shouts something in an ancient Germanic dialect to Vampira… Vampia smiles… grabs at the ring apron skirt and drags out a table… Goth nods his approval as he heads straight back into a blatant rear choke again…. The referee counts again… …1 …2 …3 …4 Goth breaks the choke… Vampira has sets up a table on the outside near the railings… Goth drags Frostbite to the ropes and chokes him with the top rope…. The referee counts again… …1 …2 …3 … Goth breaks the choke and steps through the ropes as Frostbite is draped over the top rope catching his breath…

Jeremy Tucker : Goth locks up with Frostbite over the top rope and goes to suplex him out to the prepared table?! …but Frostbite blocks the attempt, locking his leg around the middle rope… Frostbite gets free from Goths grasp, grabs Goth around the head … FREEZE FRAME!!! (over the top rope DDT)

Andrew Fulton : Vampira is slamming her hands on the apron cursing at Frostbite… Goth is stunned, but Frostbite is still fighting for breath after all the choking he’s been subjected to… Frostbite manages to get his composure as Goth begins to sit up… Frostbite kneels in behind the stunned Psychotic Goth… applies the COLD AS ICE!!! (Neck pinch sleeper hold)

Jeremy Tucker : We’ve seen this do damage before, but isn’t that a choke hold…

Andrew Fulton : He’s not cutting the airway dummy, he’s either found some nerves or is hampering the blood flow there… The referee seems happy…

Jeremy Tucker : You’re as clueless as I am when it come to this hold aren’t you, be honest.

Andrew Fulton : Maybe, but the effects are self-evident, Goth is clearly suffering and fading fast…

Jeremy Tucker : Goth has slid down to the mat and Frostbite is leaning into the hold even more… Vampira has reached through the ropes and dragged Goth’s leg up onto the bottom rope and walks away under a hail of boos from the crowd… Goth manages to eek out something in an ancient Germanic dialect and points at his foot… The referee is calling for the rope break…

Andrew Fulton : Well, why else would you have a manager or valet unless you hoped for an occasional helping hand moment like that to crop up…

Jeremy Tucker : Well Frostbite is furious and has rolled out and is confronting Vampira about her part in that rope break… Vampira is begging off and claiming no part in it… The referee is threatening the pair with DQ if they come to blows… Frostbite doesn’t look like he cares that much as he gets ever closer to Vampira… The referee begins to count Frostbite out … 1… …2… …3… …4… The counting refocuses Frostbite and he chooses to roll back into the ring…

Andrew Fulton : Vampira tugs at Frostbite’s leg as he stands up in the ring… Frostbite spins around and shouts at her over the top rope… Goth is finally back on his feet, steps in behind Frostbite… Russian Leg-sweep into floating pin!

…1 …

…2 … and a kick out

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite and Goth get back to their feet… Goth grabs Frostbite… drags him face first down to the mat and into a Koji Clutch! …Frostbite is suffering… Will he tap? …Goth has the leg and arms locked at Frostbite’s neck, but Frostbite forces Goth back onto his shoulders, the referee sees it as a cover…

…1 …

…2 … and a kick out, but Goth still has the Koji Clutch locked in…

Andrew Fulton : Frostbite has managed to shuffle his body around and lock his legs around the bottom rope… The referee calls for the rope break… Goth ignores him… The referee counts …1 …2 …3 …4 …5 …Goth reluctantly breaks the hold… Both men roll away tired and use opposite sets of ropes to get back to help get back to their feet…

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite raises a single hand to call for a test of strength! … The crowd seem to love the idea… Vampira is telling Goth not to trust him… Goth is edging towards the middle of the ring to meet him… Frostbite is goading him into the test… Goth screams something in an ancient Germanic dialect and throws up a single hand of his own… The men lock both hands in a test of strength, and they are both struggling for supremacy…

Andrew Fulton : Goth won’t give up… you can tell that the KGB related backstabbing and the ugly history between them is driving him on…

Jeremy Tucker : And you can see the strain in their faces, the look in Frostbite’s eyes… Competitive spirt personified… Perhaps the emotional state this memorial event conjures is giving him extra strength tonight…

Andrew Fulton : Or perhaps he’s got really bad wind…

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite has started to get the better of the test… Frostbite is forcing Goth’s hands back and you can see he’s feeling the pain… Frostbite is nodding as he applies more pressure and can see the pain he is inflicting… Goth breaks off the test, knees Frostbite to the gut… scoop powerslam on Frostbite!… and Goth covers…

…1 …

…2 … and a kick out

Andrew Fulton : Goth drags Frostbite up, lifts him in a military press, staggers towards the ropes and throws him to the outside!! …That’s one hell of a drop. SWAT don’t invest a lot in thick cork matting, so Frostbite basically just ate the concrete at high speed…

Jeremy Tucker : Goth roars something in an ancient Germanic dialect as he rolls to the outside to follow up… Frostbite is barely moving and Vampira is laughing maniacally at the downed superstar… Goth rolls Frostbite up onto the table set up earlier and punches him repeatedly to the head… Goth returns to the ring and scales the turnbuckles to the top rope… The referee is yelling at Goth to stop… He’s threatening DQ if he puts Frostbite through that table…

Andrew Fulton : This is personal between these two, this is high risk, but I don’t think he cares about his health or the DQ right now…

Jeremy Tucker : Goth is signalling for his finisher?!

Andrew Fulton : THE PURGATORY PLUNGE?!! (Senton bomb off the top turnbuckle)

Jeremy Tucker : He leaps… But NO!... Frostbite pushed Vampira away with his feet and rolled off the table!... Goth just put himself back first through the table!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : The splinters are everywhere folks… And Goth is bleeding from his back… must have reopened last week’s wound… The referee has dived outside to check on Goth… It’s OK to have these guys’ welfare at heart, but why is he out here? Just officiate…

Jeremy Tucker : OH GOOD GOD! While the referee’s back is turned Vampira just waffled Frostbite with that improvised weapon!!!

Andrew Fulton : Clever girl…

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite is bleeding and laid out at the bottom of the ring steps… the referee has returned to the ring, has totally missed Vampira’s actions and he’s counting both men out?!

…1… …2… …3… …4… …5… Both men have begun to move, but I’m not sure they’re going to break this count…

Andrew Fulton : Vampira is earning her management licence fee today… despite the referee’s protests she’s helping her hairy bleeding man out of the table wreckage and has propped him on the apron… …6… …7… …8…

Jeremy Tucker : Goth has rolled himself into the ring and broken his count, but is laying there clutching his back… Frostbite is crawling up the ring steps …9… Frostbite breaks the count just as the referee’s hand was falling for the count of 10!…

Andrew Fulton : Not sure I’ve seen a closer count-out decision… The referee could have counted him out and I wouldn’t have doubted him… or even checked the action replay…

Jeremy Tucker : Goth is back to his feet holding his back and cursing as he crosses over and drags Frostbite up from under the ropes… Goth grabs Frostbite around the waist and rushes him back first into the nearest turnbuckles and crushes him in the corner… Goth looks all out of energy as Frostbite is breathing heavy, hurting and resting in the corner… Goth goes up to the second rope, stood over Frostbite, looks out at the crowd, smiles and then pounds down with punches onto Frostbite’s already bleeding head…

Andrew Fulton : Talk about old school, the crowd is lapping this up… they’re even counting along to the punches…

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite head butts Goth in the abs between punches and briefly stuns Goth… Frostbite grabs Goth around the knees and walks out of the corner with him… Drops back and Goth falls neck first across the top rope… Frostbite gathers himself as Goth staggers and gasps for air…

Andrew Fulton : Frostbite hits the WIND CHILL FACTOR!!! (Crossroads – Swinging Neckbreaker) and he covers…

…1 …

…2 … and a kick out!!

Jeremy Tucker : The crowd can’t believe it! …Frostbite doesn’t seem to have the energy to follow up… Goth drags himself up using the ropes… Goth grabs Frostbite, but Frostbite can barely stand as Goth pulls him up… Goth tries to go for a suplex!… Frostbite hooks a leg to block the attempt to lift him… Goth winces in pain… Going through the table earlier has taken its toll… Frostbite grips a fistful of tights and lifts Goth into the vertical instead... SNOWSTORM!!! (Front Brainbuster) … And covers

…1

… 2

… 3!!!

Frank Salazar : Winner by pinfall, The Cold Hearted Bastard – FROSTBITE!!!

Andrew Fulton : I thought the Wind Chill Factor was going to be enough to end this one, but it shows the determination these two competitors had. No one seems to be getting up from the Snowstorm these days so there’s no shame in this loss in my eyes.

Jeremy Tucker : Both men are barely moving and the referee is calling for paramedics… What an opening encounter ladies and gentlemen. Our winner tonight is Frostbite, but I doubt this has ended the hatred between these two men. That’s gonna be a tough spectacle to follow folks… let’s catch our breath while we head for a commercial break…

[eddied]

(A montage of Eddie D working out plays with ‘No Good’ by Kaleo playing throughout.)

 

(Eddie is taking a break from training to address the camera)




EDDIE: I am taking a moment out of my busy prep schedule to share my mind with the jobbers in the back that look up to me and the sorry smelly masses that will be booing me at the event. I just hope that a crowd full of covid mask wearing fans doesn't remind Rally of the last gimp he savaged. I don't need him getting wood while we wrestle... the twisted bastard. 
Meanwhile back on the ranch, I thought back to that interview the other day; the Q&A with Tom, Edith or whatever – the guy from SWAT named after a pecker? He was talking to me like I should hang up my boots after losing a heavily hyped match? He was pushing for answers as to what you do after you lose a big fight. It’s easy. You talk yourself into a title match at the next PPV and hit the gym.

Johnny “The Sulky Skunk” Valentine may think I’m not good enough to be here, that I am a lowly sidewinder – just a disingenuous disciple of duplicity - that loses to everyone, but does it look like my career is on the down-slide? I am the very embodiment of strength and resilience.
I lost to Timeless Turner and the next event I was kicking Johnny’s sorry ass in a successful tag match. Last week I had a close to the wire classic match loss to 110% Syberus and guess what?! The pendulum of my career will see me swing right back into successful ways again. History repeats itself.

You can say that a roller-coaster career is an inconsistent career, but is a career filled with a host of losses considered a failed career? Maybe for some but it shouldn’t be. Nope.
That’s looking at life like a statistician and who the hell wants to drink with one of those dull fuckers?
That’s looking at life in a linear fashion, but that aint how it rolls anymore.
That’s not how sports entertainment works. No one is going to sit by and watch someone win all the time, without being back-stabbed or taken down a peg or two by the biggest dogs in the yard sooner or later. It’s 2020, the year of chaos. Time for some Anarchy baby!
I am not the outsider from the sticks anymore. I am the harbinger of your doom and failure Rally.
This aint your fed no more. This is my yard now.

Karma nibbles at me from time to time, hence the turbulent track of peaks and valleys I tread through, but I haven’t had nearly enough fun yet to have my career tail off. I am not a nice guy in the ring. But I have always been a good guy deep down and that somehow keeps my ledger balanced in spite of my penchant for spilling blood and ruining other wrestlers' days. Karma will get around to me later, but karma hates a prankster whore fucker like you Rally and always seems happy to make people like you an express lane priority for payback.

Rally Golden God Jackson you are not worthy of that belt you hold. Just as you aint a Golden deity, you aint no champion either. No doubt there are plenty of back slappers in the back telling you you're golden, but that’s all pretense. In reality they see you for the 'incontinent incompetent' that you are and no one wants to take your shit anymore; figuratively or literally you filthy mongrel.
You wouldn’t have beaten Syberus without my services and now karma is gonna take a honking great bite out of your ample sour ass.

That shiny pretty gold belt belongs on my handsome penthouse shoulder, not slumming it around your shantytown sweaty saggy gut.

You're a big man, but you're out of shape. With me, it's a full-time job. Now behave yourself … prepare yourself … I’m such a good guy I’ll even sell you a keg of beer to drown your sorrows with.

Society of the New Breed?! … What are you, a fucking kennel club? Get yourself a decent name like nWo, or The Crew or KGB or something.

Rally Jackson?! What are you? I know exactly what you are punk…

BRING… IT… ON!

(Eddie D peels off his shirt and heads back to his workout as the scene ends)


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