Battleground #30 : London Calling

[SWAT Team]

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

[We open to the o2 Arena in London England. The fans are going wild and we zoom into Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton at the commentary booth wearing headsets and SWAT blazers.]

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome. Welcome to London! Welcome to SWAT! WELCOME TO BATTLEGROUND!!!

Andrew Fulton : Thanks Chap. I tell you old sport, this is going to be on ring a ding ding night tonight.

Jeremy Tucker : (rolls eyes) We are coming to you fresh off a HUGE night for SWAT! What a show the Memorial was. Congrats to all of the SWAT Superstars who made it such a successful show. Congrats to Syberus on capturing the World Belt, and too to Eddie D on his victory for the newly named Renegade’s title.

Andrew Fulton : What about that haunted house. Is Zoran dead?

Jeremy Tucker : One can only hope.

Andrew Fulton : JERRY! Come on man, you are better than that mate. He was a HUGE factor in the success of SWAT! You must be more objective.

Jeremy Tucker : I Must?

Andrew Fulton : Yes. YOU must. People expect more from you. ME, they know as the voice of SWAT! I tell it like it is, but YOU, they expect you to be the voice of reason.

Jeremy Tucker : How about that revelation from Sue from accounting that Zoran had fleeced over THIRTY MILLION DOLLARS from the SWAT coffers?

Andrew Fulton : Who didn’t know he was doing that?

Jeremy Tucker : Who is in charge now that he has passed is more the question I guess?

Andrew Fulton : Not ME! I like it just fine sitting here as the VOICE of SWAT.

Jeremy Tucker : I assure you, you are fine in not being called up. Also looking over tonights card, I see Caffrey is set to enter into tag team competition, a final act of Sainovich, having already booked this before he met his fate.

Andrew Fulton : No way he and Radu can gel on the same page. NO WAY.

Jeremy Tucker : How about this MAIN EVENT! The TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! Going against Syberus! Society vs Society Vs Society!

Andrew Fulton : The Society will win this one Jerry,

Jeremy Tucker : You are too much. Folks, we will be right back with our first match of the night, Team Fairtex meeting their long time rivals Satans Disciples. But first, lets here from our wrestlers …..
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(SWAT reporter John Thompson is at Eddie D’s office at the Double D Club.)

SWAT: Thanks for having me Eddie.

EDDIE: No problem John.

SWAT: Thanks for calling me John; it was Tom last week...

EDDIE: Hey, I’m a champ now. I’m not gonna score petty points. Power games with alternative names just to lord it over you? … Not me

SWAT: Congratulations on becoming The Ultra Mega Heavyweight Champion.

EDDIE: Not anymore.

SWAT: Sorry?

EDDIE: You’ve not even read the card for London Calling?! Everyone else renames the belt. It’s my turn.
I am the SWAT Renegade Champion. This here (grabbing the belt) is the SWAT Renegade Title and I am the proud owner.

SWAT: Renegade? You think you’re an outlaw now?

EDDIE: It turns out you need to be an outlaw to win this thing. You need to make things happen before you’ll get your hands on this bad boy. I was here about a week and I just knew I couldn’t wait in line like a sheep and shed blood with the other punks in the back without any pay off or chance of progression. It wasn’t a lack of patience; it was more a lack of time. I’m not 20 years old any more. I have fought too long and too hard in my career to be treated like a rookie just because I’m in front of a new crowd. I made my own luck, I broke the rules and I didn’t wait in the queue and here I am… SWAT Renegade Champion.

How did I get here I hear you ask?

Manipulation? – Partly

A vicious dose of brutality? - Definitely

And a hefty helping of anarchy? - Yes brother, a hefty heaped helping.

SWAT: Well you kinda stole one of my questions there… Glad to hear you share that your road to success was multifaceted.
Even though I can’t endorse some of your rundowns, messing with title fights, or some of the hateful things you have said to some of our faithful SWAT crowds, but that aside… I am really glad that you finally got your hands on some SWAT silverware.

EDDIE: Well thank you and fuck you John.

SWAT: Sorry?

EDDIE: I don’t need any half steppers in my crew. Ride or die bitch. It’s black or white. Love me or hate me. You’re either with me for being THE Big Deal around here or you hate me like every other jealous punk in the back. I don’t have time for middle of the road, grey-assed thinking or fair weather support. I don’t need your pat on the back John; if you don’t want the autograph no one said you had to queue for an hour to get one.

SWAT: Indeed… Well… Talking about crews and fan followings, do you feel the Brother’s in Anarchy brand is damaged now that Trent Jones is no longer SWAT Heavyweight champion?

EDDIE: My main man Mr Bones will no doubt have plenty to talk about when it comes to that loss against Syberus, but The Brother’s in Anarchy haven’t even taken their first big strides into the tag team division as we intended to. The Brother’s in Anarchy is not a stable, not a fucking marketing brand, we’re a tag team. We’re an Old School, training together, hitting the ramp together, variety of tag team; crushing teams with our trademark of big bad double-teaming moves. As yet unrecognized as the best tag team in the federation, but for anyone looking on as an impartial outsider, there’s no real doubt that pound for pound we are the best.
In my off screen life I am part of the Graveyard Ryders biker gang with Trent and some real cool guys he runs with, but the “Brothers” are Trent and me, in the ring, hunting down that tag gold.



SWAT: Can we try some snappy questions with you? Quick fire reactions to recent events for you?

EDDIE: Go for it.

SWAT: Timeless Turner's leave town loss?

EDDIE: Tragic waste of talent - I will miss Roxy

SWAT: Zoran Sainovic?

EDDIE: Tragic? No.
Regrettable? No.
Sad? Yes... I think I shed a tear - I sure will miss Roxy

SWAT: Radu's win over Suzi Spitz?

EDDIE: The Beetles were never my bag.
She's a pro... Suzi's a pro as well; The silence is deafening though.

SWAT: The Goth Vs Frostbite match?

EDDIE: Frostbite beat a legend and beat up an ambulance crew, some people couldn't even beat up a single paramedic... kudos.

SWAT: You stated that if "you want to drive up PPV buy rates, you book Eddie D in the main event and you book Eddie D in a title fight." The Office seem very happy with the buy rate and the sales of merchandise across the board has seen a spike. Do you feel vindicated?

EDDIE: You know me. I am not one to say I told you so... but the proof of the pudding is in the eating and we all ate well after the memorial.
I look at the London card coming up and I look at the main event. Far be it from me to judge... I understand that you want the new SWAT Heavyweight Champion front and center in his own country, but look at the opponents?
Syberus took stock after I cost him this title against Rally Jackson, saying it didn't hurt him because the title never left The Society locker room. Well why are we pandering to this arsehole by giving him a lay down match with his bosom buddies? Win or lose he will still be laughing all the way back to their communal hot-tub.  I hope they knock seven colors out of each other. Soften the SOB's up for some real competition. Trent wants his rematch shot and The Brothers in Anarchy want that Tag Gold. Syberus gets to fight his best friends, I get a fresh faced firebrand who has nothing to lose. Go figure...

SWAT: And your challenger tonight? How do you rate 'Self-Made God' Misha Constantine?

EDDIE: I beat “The Golden God” to take this title. It seems when you’re a Titan of the sport like me you’re only pitched against deities to make it an even fight. Self-made or organically grown from the arse droppings of Zeus himself, I am not scared of self-proclaimed “Gods”.

That said… Not appreciating new faces is what leads to the Anarchy running riot in SWAT right now. You doubt and underestimate new comers at your cost. I saw the guy the other day at SWAT HQ and well... I won't judge the book by the cover.

I mean sure he looks to be about 100 lbs soaking wet. Starving street rats look at this guy and say “Man you need these crumbs more than I do”.

Sure he looks like the artist formerly known as Prince had a wrestling wet dream with David Arquette.

Sure he’s a hot tempered high flyer with nothing to lose, but I am THE Big Deal around here and a good big'un will usually beat a good littl'un as the old adage states. That said, I have some training in mind to bring on my agility. More on that later…

SWAT: So you’re going to fight fire with fire? …Not sure I can see you executing a Shooting Star Senton any time soon.

EDDIE: John… You really should learn not to pull on a tiger's tail. You will get your head bit clean off one day.

No... I am not going to change the tried and tested Eddie D brutal offense, but not being able to hit a top rope move shows a lack of diversity of moves and range of motion that could cost me a match one day. You see John; I am not a closed book. There are still chapters to be written; i am open-minded and eager to learn. I am not just a sadistic ex-bouncer with an anti-establishment edge; I have developed beyond my sidekick stable enforcer beginnings into a champion far from my beloved past.

I am your SWAT Renegade Champion and if you think that’s about to change anytime soon, you can...

BRING…. IT…. ON!

(Eddie goes to make a dramatic walk off but then embarrassingly returns to frame.)

EDDIE: John… You’re in my office, you’re the one that needs to leave so… can we edit that up nice for me…

SWAT: I’m sure we can do something…

EDDIE: Thanks Tom, Now get the fuck out of my office I have a night club to run.

(The scene ends)


#MainEventEddie In training to drag SWAT to the finish line in London. I got this one guys. #TeamPlayer 

[edwarddubin0604]

(Team Fairtex is in the locker room taking strategy as they finish warming up for their match with Satan's Disciples. The locker room door opens and Glamourous Glenda enters as they stop and look at her.)

Tong Fairtex: "Glamourous Glenda. What's the honor of your visit to our locker room."

Glamourous Glenda: "You've been awfully vocal about wanting this rematch with Satan's Disciples. Now you finally have the rematch that you've been asking for."

Tong Fairtex: "That's right Glenda. You see for almost a year Satan's Disciples have been trashing us claiming they were screwed by us when we were members of The KGB. Then every time we said we were willing give them a rematch, which the promoters we might add, were either too dumb to make it or didn't want it. Well tonight the rematch is on and there's going to be no excuses and no complaints about being screwed."

Phantam Fairtex: "That's right, brother Tong. You see when we were tag team champions we vowed to be fighting champions. We were ready to face anyone at anytime and anywhere no questions asked and if we won. We won. If we lost the match. We lost the match. We didn't cry and whine and throw temper tantrums or beat up the quality opponents like Ultra Kira and La Famiglia before the match begins. We faced our opponents in the ring."

Glamourous Glenda: "You know they are quite vocal about you and were name calling you."

Tong Fairtex: "What else is new with them. Seriously we're used to those two and everyone else dissing and name calling us like they were Miz and Morrison and The Golden Role Models. Well you want to do that to us that's fine with us. You want to insult us back it up in the ring."

Phantam Fairtex: "Not in the backstage area. Not in the parking lot. Not in the backstage area before the match begins and or after the match so you can call that another rematch that you won in those vindictive minds of yours. We plan on doing this in the ring one on one or two by two it doesn't matter to Team Fairtex. We're here to wrestle in the ring and not to collect a paycheck."

Glamourous Glenda: "What do you think of wrestling in London, England."

Phantam Fairtex: "It's like a homecoming since we wrestled here before a couple of years before against a couple of potential wrestlers named Strike Force. They got lucky and defeated us before and then they proved they could beat us again which was again a fluke. Yet where are they now?"

Glamourous Glenda: "Where are they now?"

Phantam Fairtex: "They're in the WWE playing the role of Breezango."

Tong Fairtex: "Seriously Glenda the point is they were a flash in the pan. They could have been champions but they decided to disappear which they did before returning and then disappeared and never returned. At least we returned and stayed in SWAT. Now when it comes to Satan's Disciple's at least we respect the fact that they stayed and didn't flee like the other talent. They said they anted to retire but are still around which shows they are committed to SWAT and are truly real wrestlers."

Glamourous Glenda: "Speaking of whom did you see the comments by Blackstone shortly after the Packer/Memorial Show ended."

(Team Fairtex's expressions become flush red.)

Tong Fairtex: "You see Glenda this is exactly what we are talking about. That piece of trash wasn't here for about what a few months. Blackstone comes in here for competition and when he can't get his own way. He trashes SWAT thinking he can get away with it."

Phantam Fairtex: "Hey Blackstone if you can't take the heat stay out of SWAT or even better stay out of professional wrestling. Youremind us of Trendkiller who trashed the XPW and blamed us and now Blackstone comes along to shpw that whiners still exist in this sport."

Tong Fairtex: "You see our father gave this advice to us which we took to heart and that was never trash your fed because they ae the ones you work for. If Blackstone has a beef with SWAT he should have talked it over with the boss of SWAT. Yet he screams like a baby and runs off and then returns to take a potshot at our home fed. He's done with SWAT and with the XHF forever and hope he's cool with paying off his mob debt without stepping into the ring. Enjoy your afterlife as you continue on your drug binge and eating out of dumpsters."

Phantam Fairtex: "Not to mention mowing the mob's lawn and participating in those bare knuckled brawls to pay off his other debts. We don't need that piece of trash in SWAT."

Glamourous Glenda: "Those are very strong words."

Tong Fairtex: "We could care less about that since that's how we feel about these wrestlers who care more about making a name for themselves than about fed loyalty. That's why there's rules about wrestling etiquette."

Glamourous Glenda: "That's true."

Tong Fairtex: "Now getting back to this match we plan on being all business in the ring and we plan on doing it our way which is Team Fairtex way. So Satan's Disciples make the most of your rematch with us. There's going to be no excuses this time from us or from you. We both have a lot to prove and are going to do just that. So be ready since we're going to be truly prepared for you. We're the team of the Future and are The Excellence of Tag Teams and if you aren't down with that you aren't excellent. Let's go brother."

Phantam Fairtex: "We're out of here bro."

(They leave the locker room.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Looks like Team Fairtex is ready for this rematch. Back to you guys."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

[Trent Jones MR Bones.]

The final seconds of Trent Jones vs Syb play out.. As the pin count plays out static happens each time the refs hand touches the mat. Trent Jones is helped to the back by Eddie D. Eddie drops him off at the medical office and says he will be right back.

******* the screen falls dark********


It stays dark for 30 seconds or so

*********Back at the arena*********

Eddie D has reached the medical area with Trent’s Bag… He looks around and doesn't see Trent, Eddie sees the medical staff, “Where is Trent?” they all look up, “We haven't seen him”.

**********At home **********

Molly has just finished watching the end of Trents match. She has tears on her face and she is worried about Trent. She is worried about him but she waits to call. She knows he needs to get back to the locker room. Molly's parents have left and she is home alone. She gets up and goes to the fridge. She opens the fridge and pulls out the bottle of wine. She had planned to celebrate his win over syb but that was not going to happen. She pours a glass of wine hoping it will calm her nerves. She walks back into the living room as she hears it start to rain. The wind is blowing hard.

“Damn it! Trent this is why I hate you wrestling. I hate that you have to put your body on the line week in and week out.” She pulls out her cell phone and dials Trent’s Cell. It rings and goes to voicemail, “Hey baby its me Molly I just wanted to say I love you and Please call me as soon as you can.” Molly walks back into the kitchen and she pours another glass. She hears something outside and heads to the main door. She opens the door and she sees the young goth girl covered in rain. She quickly opens the door moore and motions her in. “Are you ok?” The girl does not respond. Molly quickly goes and grabs a towel and brings it back for her. She hands her the towel but the girl doesnt take it. Molly raps the towel around the girl. She motions for her to take a seat. Molly goes back into the kitchen and she starts a tea kettle with some water in it.

She pulls out her cell phone and looks at it, no missed calls. She sends a text to trent. Trent I am worried about you baby call me. She goes to check on this stranger that is soaked. She walks back in the church and sees the girl is still sitting. Molly walks over with a second towel and she starts to dry the girls hair. Molly is in her mid 20s but she knows this girl can’t be much older then 18 or 19. She feels an odd connection to this girl. “Are you ok?” Again no response from the girl. Molly polls the towel away and notices that there are long black hairs in the towel. She freaks out a little and looks at this girl. Molly can't help but notice that this girl is very attractive. “My name is Molly, do you want me to call anyone?” In the background you can hear the tea kettle going off. Molly excuses herself.

The camera stays with the goth girl this time and she looks up while Molly is gone and she smiles a very evil looking smile as she plays with her nipples to harden them. Molly comes back with a warm cup of tea. She again can’t help but notice how beautiful she is. But then she notices the very hard nipples under her wet top. Molly is straight and has never had the urge to be with a woman. But she had to admit to herself that she was becoming aroused at the site of this girl.

The goth girl reaches up and takes the tea and makes eye contact with Molly for the first time. She sips from the cup of tea and sets it back down. “I am so cold.” Molly quickly goes to her room and grabs a pair of thick leggings and her Trent Jones hoodie. She brings them back to the girl, “Here are some warm clothes, I think the pants will fit you.”

She stands up and takes the clothes. The camera stays on Molly face. You hear wet clothes hit the ground and Molly cheeks turn red. She cant help but watch this sexy girl roll her wet pants off of her perfect legs. Then the girl removes her bra and her lovely firm breast. Molly's eyes focus on her ever so hard nipples. The girl then removes her thong, she rolls them down her leg and Molly looks at takes in the sight of her perfectly smoothed groin. Molly is really red at this point and drinks more of her wine. In fact she kills the second glass.

THe girl puts on the leggings and the hoody, she smiles and speaks up, “Thank you for the tea and the warm clothes but I really could use a glass of that wine.” She smiles and Molly can't help but smile back.

“Are you old enough to drink?”

The girl looks up, “Well lets just hope I was old enough for you to watch me change… And yes I am old enough to do as I please. Now, can I please have a glass of wine today has been a shit day.”

Molly didn't know what to say she was right. She had just watched this girl change and let's be honest both girls know Molly is turned on. Maybe it was going like 2 weeks with no sex and her parents had just left so she hadnt even had a solo session yet to release the tension. But she headed to get the wine. She grabbed another glass and the bottle of wine and a second bottle as well. She realized she had forgotten the opener but she figured she would pour this strange guest a drink first.

Molly had made it back to the church and poured the glass of wine. She handed it to this lovely goth girl and she poured the last of that bottle in her glass. She excused herself yet again to grab the bottle opener. She was thinking to herself as she walked through to the kitchen area. What would trent think of all of this. Oh my god Trent, she dialed Trent and got his voicemail again. She hung up her phone and walked back to the church.

She enters the church and sees that this lovely girl has finished her glass. So Molly opens the second bottle and pours it in the glass. The girl is walking around the church. It is back to looking like the dark church. The girl touches one of the masks on the wall.

“My um….. My boyfriend is a pro wrestler named Trent Jones. This is his parish as he likes to call it.” Why was it so hard for her to say Trent Jones was her boyfriend? That was something she was always so proud to say. She took a sip from her third glass and walks over to her.

“I think its awesome, I love this room. I must say your a lucky girl, have you and your boy friend had sex in here?”

Molly face turned red once again, “well we haven't gone all the way in here yet but we have had some fun in this room.” she stops, “Oh my god i can't believe i just shared that with a complete stranger.”

The goth girl knowing what she is doing walks towards Molly, “I bet that was a lot of fun for you, I would love to do that, except my boyfriend ditched me here tonight.” Such a lie but she knew this would draw Molly in closer to her.

Molly couldn't help but feel bad for her, she hugged this girl and pulled her in tight. Molly could smell her perfume on her damn skin. “I am so sorry to hear that, what a horrible thing to do.”

The Goth girl pretended to cry and buried her face in Molly's neck. Molly's head went back as the goth girl's lips rubbed against her neck. She so badly wanted her to kiss and suck on her neck. Her heart was racing; she didn't know what to say or do.

On the other hand this goth girl knew exactly what she was doing. She exhaled on her neck and slowly rubbed her face on Molly's neck. The goth girl stepped back and grabbed her wine glass. She drank again from her glass as she watched Molly trying to process this all.

Molly drank again from her third glass of wine as her head was starting to spin.

“So Molly I am starting to get really warm, what if we go put on some sexy pajamas and watch a movie or something?” She had been in their bedroom and she knew Molly liked them. “I mean my ex won't be back and neither of us are in shape to drive. And it sounds like your man is gone as well. We might as well have some fun. You look like you need some fun.”

Molly checked her phone and still had no call, they both grabbed the second bottle of wine and the two glasses and they both made their way towards the master bedroom. Once in the room the goth girl quickly tossed the leggings and the hoodie on the bed and she opened the closet and found two silky sleepwears that didn't leave much to the imagination.

“I don't think we should wear that.” Molly was really red, as she looked at this girl naked for the second time tonight.

“Molly, you have seen me naked twice tonight and I know you have a killer body, let me see you and then we can get dressed and watch some good movies.”

It was now the goth girls chance to watch Molly change, she already had seen her but never like this. Molly pulled off her top and kicked off her leggings and she had on a thong and a sexy bra. The camera turned to the goth girl face as she smiled as the bra and panites came off.

They both dressed and they climbed onto the king size bed. These two sexy small girls are sitting against the headboard. Molly turns on the tv and the XHF network is replaying Trent’s match again. She quickly changes it as the goth girl cuddles up to her. Molly turns and looks at her. The two women kiss. Molly grabs her as the two begin to kiss much more aggressively. The goth girl rolls on top of Molly. Molly and her break the kiss but the goth girl continues to kiss all up and down Molly Neck. Molly is moaning out as the goth girl hands start to explore her body.

*******************Darkness falls in the room as the tv shuts off******************

Oh my god what I am doing Trent is my boyfriend that I love and this girl and I are…. “Oh my fucking god please dont Stop!!!!”

*******The next morning**********

Molly wakes up in the bed alone, she fixes her skimpy pajama top as she looks around. She sees no goth girl. Her head is pounding from all the wine she had. She pulls the cover back and sees a huge wet stain on the bed. “Oh my god that dream was so real… it was just a dream right?”

Molly looks for her cellphone and grabs it, its almost dead. No phone calls no text. She dials Eddie D.

“Hey Eddie its Molly, Well first off congrats on your big title win… Hey have you seen Trent I can’t Get ahold of him?”

“No, it's weird. I dropped him off at the medical area last night and grabbed his bag and he was gone. He left everything except for his bike. I heard that SWAT officials reached out to local hospitals and they haven't been able to locate him either. I am sorry If I hear anything Molly I will call you right away.”
“Thanks Eddie, have a good one.” She ends the call and gets up and heads towards the bathroom she opens the door and its all steamy inside.

“Trent your home” she quickly removes her pajamas and slips into the shower. But its not Trent, it's the goth girl. Molly just looks at her as the goth girl and embraces and starts kissing. The camera is only picking up fog and steam. But a blue of skin flashes on the glass shower door as it rubs against it. Molly is moaning and screaming out with joy for the second time with someone other than Trent Jones. The water stops as you hear both girls giggling to each other. They both continue to lightly pet each other as the goth girl reaches out and grabs a towel for each of them.  The girls are talking in the background as they dry each others hair.  the two exit the shower

************Darkness falls once again on the tv screen*************

A motorcycle is driving in the dark of the night. The sounds of the pipes roaring as the rider holds the throttle down. The driver is going way to damn fast no matter what road he is on. The tires squeal as they go around the turns. A loud crash is heard and the sounds of the bike come to a complete stop. But then three figures show on the screen. light comes from their faces. They give off a red glow. They stand over a body that lays on the ground motionless. One of them holds out a cain and points at the body. You can see the light reflecting off of what looks to be a golden motorcycle. The three men move closer to the man on the ground. The faces are the 3 main men of the Parish.

One can only assume that is Trent Jones laying on the ground. The three men start chanting in a language that is not english. They tell him to wake up… one of them chants, “its not your time wake up… you have unfinished work to do. This is not your end but is just your begging. Wake Up.”

The other two men bend down as the first man speaks. They touch the large man on the ground "Wake up".

********************************Back at the house******************

Molly sits out on the steps of the church with her cellphone. She has a purple mark on her neck and she is drinking coffee trying to get the hangover to go. Her cell phone rings and she grabs it.

“Hello”

…

“Oh my god is he ok?”

[Jonnie Valentine]

(Graphic comes up of BBC3's afternoon line-up)


Announcer: You've been watching Countryside Gardening. Coming up at 4:30 it's Today In Skiing History where we will take a look at Alain Baxter coming from behind to win the silver medal in the 1992 Winter Olympics. Then it's Birds of a Feather at 5:00, but coming up it's Slow Cook, Take It Easy with Dabney Witherspoon and Alice Paton. 


("Slow Ride" By Foghat plays as they fade into a kitchen with Dabney Witherspoon and Alice Paton)


Alice Paton: Hello and welcome back to another exciting edition of Slow Cook, Take It Easy. Where every week we show you how with a few everyday items and 16 hours of prep time, you can make an easy meal for the whole family. I'm Alice Paton. 


Dabney Witherspoon: And I'm Dabney, today we're going to be speaking with former Hardkore World owner and friend of the show "The Delightful" Jonnie Valentine who will be telling us about his new motion picture and showing us how to make a slow cooker macaroni and cheese. 


("The Delightful" Jonnie Valentine steps into the frame)


Alice Paton: Welcome back, Jonnie. 


"The Delightful" Jonnie Valentine: Great to be back, Alice. 


Dabney Witherspoon: Now you're going to show us how to make a cheesy mac and cheese in a slow cooker? Is this something anyone can make? 


Jonnie Valentine: Absolutely, so first you want to spray down your slow cooker pan with some Pam. Then you want to hand shred two blocks of cheddar cheese, don't get the pre-shredded stuff from the store because they add a chemical that keeps it from clumping. It's the same thing they spray Trent Jones with to keep him from clumping at the looney bin. 


Dabney Witherspoon: Dreadful. 


Jonnie Valentine: Now you can put in raw macaroni, but that adds like 8 hours to the cooking time, so I like to pre-cook my macaroni and leave it a little underdone, like a Frostbite promo. But you don't want to cook it too long because then it comes out mushy and gross like a Trent Jones promo. 


Alice Paton: Quite. Now Jonnie you have some exciting news. You were cast in the lead role of the new Pixar film, Pac-Man, The Motion Picture. Now what was that like? 


Jonnie Valentine: Amazing. I had never done animation before so that was a new challenge. But luckily my supporting cast was just that, so supportive. They really helped me with this new medium. I'm a pro wrestler by trade. And a really good one. I mean, really good. I mean...it's insane. 


Alice Paton: Indeed. 


Jonnie Valentine: But then I had to try and transition that into being an actor, where I'm playing to a camera instead of fat guys in black t-shirts with bored wives. Once I got that down pat, suddenly Ronnie the Merch Guy got me this amazing opportunity to play an American icon. Pac-Man. 


Dabney Witherspoon: What else goes into this scrumptious macaroni dish? 


Jonnie Valentine: You want to pour some evaporated milk on here, non-sweetened, we're sweet enough already. 


Alice Paton: (giggles)


Jonnie Valentine: Then we put two eggs in there, a cup and a half of whole milk. A quarter cup of melted butter...


Dabney Witherspoon: Very rich. 


Jonnie Valentine: And I haven't even gotten my Pac-Man checks yet. 


Alice Paton: You mentioned your supporting cast in the film. Alot of Hollywood heavy hitters, and yet the Oscar buzz is about you. How does that make you feel? 


Jonnie Valentine: (chuckles) Well, acting is a team sport. Without my supporting players, we'd have nothing, but I'm very flattered by the acclaim. 


Dabney Witherspoon: You brought in a clip, let's take a look. 


(Cut to a clip from Pac-Man) 


Adam Driver/Blinky: What's my story? The oldest one there is. I was a first mate of The Black Pearl in 1839. I fell in love with the Captain's daughter, and I'm humbled to say she felt same. All day I looked forward to when she would stand on the deck and we were able to share a look. It's all we could do and yet...it was more than I could ever ask for. One night I knocked on her cabin door and my heart soared when she opened the door, but it was her father who answered. He savagely beat me until I woke up here. Sworn to protect the pellets that allow our children to survive. Why? How did you get here? 


William Dafoe/Pinky: (sighs) I was a Roman centurion, ordered to guard Jesus...


(Door gets kicked in and a deranged Pac-Man is hopped up on power pellets)


Jonnie Valentine/Pac-Man: IMMA EAT ALL YOU BITCHES!!!


(Blinky and Pinky start blinking. Pac-Man flips over a table trying to get at them and it fades out back to Slow Cook, Take It Easy)


Dabney Witherspoon: Wow, what a haunting portrayal. I had no idea there was so much depth to Pac-Man. 


Alice Paton: What a lovely person or whatever Pac-Man is...


Jonnie Valentine: I think he's a yellow circle. 


Alice Paton: Those horrid ghosts are trying to hoard those pellets for such selfish reasons.


Jonnie Valentine: Yeah really, I didn't ask but I think if ghost kids starve to death they just become adult ghosts. 


Dabney Witherspoon: I would imagine, certainly. Last week you wrestled UCW and UWA legend "Rockin" Rick Owen in Atlanta. Now you're across the pond here in Jolly Old England taking on two time Hardkore World Heavyweight Champion James Fierce. Obviously the first question is, why doesn't he go by "The Ferocious Bandit" anymore? 


Jonnie Valentine: Time waits for no man, Dabney. I only get Hardkore when I need to, and James' ferocious days are probably behind him as well. I do know he's still a Bandit when it comes to hotel robes. But I knew this day was coming, Dabs. Ever since James Fierce kicked the door in to SWAT, the hourglass for our encounter was running. I've always had my eye on him even while I had to deal with ridiculous bikers and Eagles fans. Fans have wanted this match for decades, The Picture Perfect Dropkick vs. The Hillbilly Dirt Show. Palm Springs' Favorite Son vs West Virginia's Last Hope. We can fight all over the o2 Arena or we can try and break each other's limbs in the center of the ring. Either way works, but by the end, Jimmy's going to find out how I had so much money to pay him for 10 years. 


Alice Paton: So what do we do with all this lovely cheese?


Jonnie Valentine: You want to put three and a half cups of that cheese into our macaroni and milk mixture...like so. Then we sprinkle the remainder on top. 


Alice Paton: Then the lid goes on and...


Jonnie Valentine: (prevents her from putting the lid on) ARE YOU CRAZY??? Sprinkle some paprika on there, you monster! 


Dabney Witherspoon: Bad form, Alice. 


Alice Paton: I'm ever so sorry. 


Jonnie Valentine: (takes a breath) It's...it's fine. I just...wow. Then you set it to cook for three hours, and then you get the best mac and cheese. Far better than anything they have in West Virginia. 


Dabney Witherspoon: Now you have some ready for us to try over here. 


(Dabney, Jonnie and Alice move over to a table with three bowls of the slow cooker macaroni and cheese) 


Alice Paton: (tries some of the mac & cheese) Oh, lovely. That is really cheesy.


Dabney Witherspoon: (tries some) Just heavenly. You truly live up to your name, just Delightful. 


Alice Paton: Thanks for coming back to Slow Cook, Take It Easy. Look for Pac-Man, The Motion Picture on Disney Plus soon. We'll be back next week with Joaquin Phoenix and his unbeatable spicy pot roast. Toodaloo! 

[vastrix]

Armand von Krauss stands at the top of a ten story apartment building. The breeze tussles his hair as he stands in his expensive Warhammer Corporate logo branded business suit. The wind is just enough that he has to cup his hand around the flames when lighting his Egyptian cigarette.

The view pans back to reveal more people. Twin clowns, Hehehe and Hahaha. They are in dirtied face paint one with orange overalls and a green shirt and the other with green overalls and a orange shirt. Another massive clown with peeling face paint and needle sharp teeth that piece black gums when he grins. Sticky the Clown. And a man in a blue jeans, a Clown shirt, and a black leather jacket. Gabriel Tuck.

The twins have another man in a business suit between them. He fights to escape, but can't get out of the iron grip of the twins.

Armand watches with dark amusement as the man is dragged to the edge of the roof.

Man: Please! God no! I have a family!

Armand walks over to stand next to the man and the twins, placing a foot on the side of the roof. He flicks ashes into the wind with a chuckle.

von Krauss: Mr. George Marsh. How pleasant to meet you in person at last. I've been so looking forward to our meeting.

Marsh: I don't know you! I don't know any of you! Lemme go!

Armand walks over to George and blows smoke into his face.

von Krauss: Mein guter Herr! Of course you know me. We spoke on the phone only yesterday.

Recognition flashes in George Marsh's eyes.

Marsh: You are the man trying to buy my SWAT shares? You are Armand von Krauss? I refuse to sell my shares to you!

Armand just shrugs as he flicks ashes into the wind.

von Krauss: You own ten percent of the company. I take it that you've been collecting shares for some time to get to this level. I want them. I want a vote in what goes on in SWAT, especially now that my dear friend, Zoran Sainovic has passed on.

Marsh: You won't get those shares from me! I won't sell!

von Krauss: I don't think that you understand. I face Paul Soutter in the ring coming up and I want leverage. I need those shares. Sticky?

Sticky the Clown. Nearly eight feet of monstrosity walks over and grabs George by the ankle. He lifts George Marsh up by the ankle and holds him in the air over the side of the roof.

Marsh: No! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'll give you anything you want! You want the shares? Fine. Just don't kill me!

von Krauss: Set him down, Sticky. Gabriel?

Gabriel Tuck pulls up a briefcase that's obviously George's. Sticky sets George down as Gabriel hands him the briefcase. Armand flicks his cigarette butt off of the side of the building and gets out his cell phone.

von Krauss: Sign over the shares and I will venmo you the fair market value as we discussed.

George opens the briefcase, still shaking from nearly dropped off of the side of the building. He signs over the shares and Armand signs them to claim them and then sends over the money as promised. He puts away the cell phone and lights another Egyptian cigarette. He picks up the briefcase with the shares and begins to walk toward the door. Gabriel Tuck, Hehehe, and Hahaha follow him. George seems to find his courage as he roars in anger.

Marsh: This transaction will never stick when I reveal that it was coerced!

von Krauss: Your wife and children won't turn down the sudden influx of money in their grief.

Marsh: Their grief? I'm not-

That's when George realizes that Sticky the Clown hadn't left his side.

Marsh: No…

Sticky gives George a push, sending him over the edge of the roof. He falls screaming, bouncing off of the side of the building several times before hitting the concrete sidewalk far below with a crunching splatter. Sticky the Clown follows the others after watching George Marsh turn into a pancake.

Armand stands outside of the roof access door that Hehehe opens up for him, flicking ashes into the wind.

von Krauss: I will find the other shareholders, Soutter, and one by one I will claim the shares that make up this company and I will become owner-operator. Your defeat is only part of the plan.

[frostbite]

Earlier in the day...

A dark and gloomy day as the clouds are rolling in, a clap of thunder is heard off in the distance, we see a white bunny racing right across our tv screen. The clap of thunder is getting even louder as it appears over top of us, but where would that be. A big clap of thunder as we see a young deer as he goes flying right by us. Just where in the hell are we? Our cameras zoom back as we see that we are in the woods somewhere. Suddenly a bolt of lightning is seen as it hits a large tree branch in these woods as we watch the branch fall fast as it hits the ground so hard as you can hear it about a thousand miles away. We see more animals race across your screen as one of them comes within an inch of hitting us. The pending storm is scaring them as they are racing to find shelter. Our crew follows the animals but as they do so, they happen to come across a pair of rather large brown boots. It appears someone is just crazy enough to stand out here with a storm over our head.

Our cameras zoom upward as we see someone leaning up against a tree. This person has there head tilted back as they look up into the clouds with a relaxed look in their green eyes. This mountain of a man is wearing a white tee shirt, with gray sweats, however this large gentleman looks like someone we know but it can not be him because they are supporting a new look, a bald look. A clap of thunder, but it appears not to faze by this gentleman, it is Doomsday.

Doomsday.. Ah can we hear that, music to my ears. I can remember growing up around the woods. The hunting trips with my grandfather. Ah, that first kill, there is nothing like it in the world. I can remember when I was 9, and I shot a little baby dear. My grandfather was so proud.

More animals are running past Doomsday.

Doomsday.. Ah you see that look of fear in there eyes, nothing like it at all.

Suddenly a large shadow appears from behind Doomsday. A large black boot is all that we can see, they are kicking up leaves in the air as that boot must be a size 20 or something like that. As they are getting closer to Doomsday, they are right behind him as a pair of large hands reach over and grab his rather large shoulders. Doomsday does not seem to even budge.

Doomsday.. Are you enjoying yourself?

The camera catches another large man wearing a black tee shirt with black jeans however this large gentleman has short black hair, he too as a slighly different look, as we zoom in we see that it is Lucifer.

Lucifer... I am shocked that I did not get lost around here.

Doomsday.. You seem to find your way. You did after all grow up in the swamp.

Lucifer.. Still it is not the same thing, but I guess it is close enough. I fought a few gators but no bear.

Doomsday.. There are no bears around here?

Lucifer.. Are you sure?

Doomsday.. Quite.

Lucifer comes around as he stands next to him, as he heads more thunder.

Lucifer.. Why in the hell are we here?

Doomsday.. Ah you see my friend. You remember in Rocky 3, you remember what Apollo Creed told Rocky. Go back to the beginning. I am back in my zone. There woods are back to the beginning. I know your beginning would be in the swamp somewhere.

Lucifer.. What does this have to do with anything. We have a match later on against Team Fairtex.

Doomsday stands in front of Lucifer.

Doomsday.. You know big man, I have realized something. Since we have arrived with have done nothing. We were suppose to take over and become tag team champions. And we have not done that. If anything we have become a shell of what we once were. I have ran out of idea on how to improve yourselves.

Lucifer.. Where are you going with this?

Doomsday.. I am stump. I get it we have a match against Team Fairtex. It was going to be the crowning moment in your careers. We were going to get the chance to take the tag team titles from a worthy opponents. The four us were going to bring back tag team wrestling to the fore front around here. Look what has happen, the janitor and Andrew Fulton are tag team champs.

Lucifer.. I thought that was Rally and Tuxedo Mask.

Doomsday.. What I am trying to say. Whatever happen to tag team wrestling. The golden age of it. Midnight Express, the Rock and Roll Express, the Road Warriors, I mean many great teams and I really believe the four of us could have rewritten history around here. Sure Team Fairtex did wear the gold, but we could have done great things for this company and we are lucky enough to get booked around here.

Lucifer.. Look I am pissed off, we should have gotten on the Packer and Tanner show.

Doomsday.. We should have defended the tag team titles, but where the titles on the line?

Lucifer.. They were not. Our opponents thus evening were not on the show as well.

Doomsday.. This is very true. Tong and Phatam, I am not lying when I say that. What happening there. Has Paul kicked you to the curve? I hate to say it but you just like us appear to become some type of afterthought. I would never had though about that coming from the two of you.

Lucifer.. Tag team wrestling has once again taking a back seat around here.

Doomsday.. A rematch of sorts, since our first meeting ended in conterversay. But maybe it was a little too late. The luster is actually off.

Doomsday shakes his head.

Doomsday.. As I stand here, I wonder what is the point of all of this.

Lucifer.. What do you mean?

Doomsday.. Think about it. This match is another set up for those two to win, and we take another loss. I mean think about It?

Lucifer.. I hear you I think? Rally and Tuxedo Mask will be defending the belts against those two. We will never get another chance at those tag team titles and why should we? We can not win a match maybe you are on to something. Maybe it is time to.

Doomsday holds up his hand.

Doomsday.. Please do not utter that word. I am enjoying myself so much here, maybe we should just phone it in and declare Team Fairtex the winners because that is what the company wants. Can you just give our two weeks notice.

Lucifer.. We should not be throwing a shelf pity party?

Doomsday.. We are stated the facts. Team Fairtex should take this one home.

Lucifer.. You know I can take my bike and head back into the swamp.

Doomsday.. Sounds like a great idea. Team Fairtex can fight a couple of brooms and put on a good opening match.

Lucifer.. Well, I need to get out of here before lightning actually strikes.

Doomsday.. So I will see you at the arena.

Lucifer.. I thought we were not going?

Doomsday.. We have to show up, and try to put on a good act.

Lucifer.. If you say so.

Doomsday.. Another lose my good man.

The two walk away it begins to pour as the scene fades out.

[bloodiedfox]

We fade up on the illuminated exterior of St Paul's Cathedral, the sounds of London at night muted to a murmur by the pandemic. Low enough, indeed, that a voice can be heard clear without ever being raised.

"I am the Lord your God who brought you out of the land of Egypt, from the house of slavery. You shall have no other gods before Me..."

We pan down to see a young man sitting on the steps that lead up to the cathedral's door, chin resting on his steepled fingers as he stares down the camera's view.

Bit pretentious as introductions go, but when you're God you can talk as much shit as you want. There's no cheque your mouth can write that your ass can't cash. And so with that in mind...

People of SWAT, my name is Misha Constantine. You can just call me God.

He smirks as he stands, slowly walking down the steps.

Not here to free you from slavery, I'm afraid; and I don't give a shit about you having any other gods before me, because once you see me in that ring you won't believe in any other anyway. I'm not here to offer salvation or damnation, I am here for your awe and your reverence, and I will have them. Call me brash, call me cocky; I don't give a fuck. By the time the ref has counted the one two three, you'll be on your feet applauding me, or on your knees worshipping me, and depending on your gender and orientation, wanting to be me or wanting to fuck me.

On level pavement now, he spreads his arms wide.

In short, I'm kind of a big fucking deal.

Now, before you haters say your nay, something to consider: my very first match in SWAT, management have put me in a match for the Renegade title against Eddie D. On paper, it's a complete mismatch: a 300 plus pound veteran who knows every dirty trick in the book, against a 175 pound rookie with no recorded matches. So why book it? Is the booker man throwing Eddie a bone with an easy first defence? Or do they know something you don't? Their glimpse of the Self Made God was enough to convince them this match up would make a worthy contest. And it was just a glimpse. Like the rest of you, they ain't seen nothing yet.

Eddie, credit where it's due. I was expecting to hear nothing but bullshit from you, writing me off, but in between snide digs about my comparatively svelte frame you were wise enough to acknowledge that taking an unknown lightly could end badly for you. Congratulations on not being quite as dumb as you look. I mean, that would be difficult, but still! Sadly for you though, defeating Rally Jackson does not mean you've unlocked the secrets of deicide. After all, the only people Rally inspires a sense of religious awe and divine terror in is all-you-can-eat buffet managers. Taking me down is another proposition altogether. Sure, if you can get a hold of me, or if you can land a serious blow, I'll be in some major difficulty.

If.

I haven't lived the life I have, survived what I've survived, by letting bigger guys catch me, Eddie. We both know how this dance is gonna go: you come for me, I dodge. You miss, I counter with strikes to your weak spots. Repeat. Then, when there's no breath left in your lungs and no strength left in your legs, I'll put you down and introduce you to Irae Dei: the Wrath of God. Then your title reign and any doubts anyone has over my divine talent will both be the same as the Ultimate Warrior knock-off you named the belt after:

Dead.

[warpig]

Chapter 1

March, 07. Afghanistan.

Lt Colonel James Prichard stood on front of a group of his newest recruits. It was hot out. It was windy. Sand thrashed his face. He showed no annoyance. He had to look tough in front of his soldiers. He had to put on this air of invincibility. Most of the young men in front of him, waiting for him to begin speaking, were barely adult men. Most were just out of highschool. They were still kids in his eyes. In fact, he saw his own sons face on the faces of the men who stood before him. He had to talk them up. He had to make then not afraid. He had to lie to them. Many of them wouldn't make it back home.

"Marines!" Lt Colonel Prichard yelled out.

"Ooora!" Yelled the crowd.

"You're all here today to kick those terrorist fucks back into their fucking caves! We are Marines. First in. Last out. Best of the best. This shit isn't easy", he said with a Southern twang. "Those camel humping fucks are too scared to fight so they set up bombs. But we're Marines. Let's make sure they remember. See your squad leaders to get your orders. Now go."

There was a loud cheer as the crowd dispersed. The louds of them coming from eighteen years old Andrew Stone. His hair cut high and tight, sweat pouring down his chiseled jaw. His piercing blue eyes surveying the land around him like a hawk looking for prey.

"Come on man. Do you always have to do this shit?" Came a voice from his left. Andrew turned to see his best friend, James. "Somebody's got to watch your dumb ass." Andrew laughed as he lit a cigarette.

"This place is so fucking hot. I didn't think it'd be like this. Holy. Fucking. Shit." James moaned. Andrew laughed. "We'll get used to it. I ain't letting the sun keep me away from Jess." Andrew smiled.

The two walked into a large tent filled with tables. Most were full of people sitting at them, getting calories before going on patrol. Andrew and James grabbed some rations before sitting down.

"She cry when you left?" James asked. Andrew nodded. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her face. "I'm going home to her. She knows that." Andrew replied, staring off into the distance.

"Boss still crying? Oh you poor fucking baby." Came a new York accent. James shook his head. "Sanchez. You fucking asshole."

This was Jason Sanchez. He stood about five feet seven, had short black hair and a new York accent. Being from New Orleans, James Butler and Andrew Stone hated it. The three had gone through training together and had become close friends.

"Hey atleast we have these sweet tents. We can thank those army fucks for that. All they're good for, right? Sanchez laughed.

"Look man. We have to focus on real shit." James said as he took a bite of the gelatinous gloop that sat on his tray. He winced at the smell.

"We'll be fine. I got you guys." Andrew said flatly.

He looked off into the distance, eagle like eyes gazing for prey.

Chapter 2.

Jessica Stone sat patiently waiting in an empty room. There were photos of babies on the walls. She looked at peace but her eyes told a different story. They were cloudy and full of fear and doubt. It's been months since she's last seen her husband. She'd waited and waited but hadn't heard a single thing from him. This day was one in which she'd hoped and prayed Andrew would be with her. This was to he day she'd learn the sex of their child.

"Jessica Stone?" A short nurse wearing blue scrubs over ample breast asked

"I'm Angela. How are you today" nurse Angela asked with a wide smile.

Jessica couldn't say. She simply fawned a smile and rubbed her left arm. She was obviously nervous and sad. Every emotion the human body can convey ran through the young woman. On one hand she was extremely excited to be there. On the other she was sad because her love wasnt.

Angela led her down a date hallway and into an equally dark room. The room held only a bed and a computer with different attachments. She motioned for Jessica to lay down on the bed before lifting Jessica's shirt slightly over her growing belly.

"Have you thought of any names?" Angela asked with a wide smile.

Jessica's eyes lit up. "Andrew for a boy. Martha for a girl." Jessica happily said with a wide grin that went from ear to ear.

Angela squirted gel on Jessica's belly and started moving it around to get the information she needed. "What does daddy think about those?" Angela asked. Jessica was quiet for a time. She'd never thought about that. Noticing that her patients face had gone white, Angela quickly spoke

"I'm sorry if I've struck a nerve. I didn't mean.." Angela started. Jessica sighed to herself. "It's ok." She said.

Jessica left it at that and Angela didn't pursue anything more. As she collected what she needed, she stopped. "Do you want to know the sex of your baby?" Angela asked. Jessica quickly nodded her head.

"See that?" She said, pointing to the image on the screen. "It looks like we have an Andrew." Angela told Jessica. Jessica's eyes lit up and tears started falling down her red cheeks. "Andrew." Jessica whispered.

It wasn't long before Angela was done. She wiped the remaining gel from Jessica's belly and then helped her up. "Congratulations, Mrs. Stone. He's healthy and growing very big. You're going to have your hands full." Angela said gently as she led Jessica out into the dark hallway.

"Have a nice day. Follow the green stickers to find your way out." Angela said before going to get her next patient.

Jessica didn't know how to feel. But she knew she wouldn't be alone in this.

Chapter Three

Gunshots Rang out, echoing through the hot desert air. Some hit there mark. Others bounced off of rocks or worse. James Butler, Andrews best friend, was tucked behind a tan Humvee. Fear filled his eyes as bullets whizzed past his head. He looked around to see bodies laying here and there.

The convoy had been ambushed. Only one of the five they're started out with originally was still in working condition. He was afraid. It looked like most of his brothers in arms were dead. He fired a shot into the hills.

Meanwhile, Andrew Stone gathered himself. He was on his back. His breathing wasn't strong but he knew he was alive. Blood slowly trickled down his face.

"Ugh!" Andrew moaned as he sat up. He heard the gunfire around him before looking around. There was Carnage surrounding him. Bodies and body party littered the sand around him. He noticed an older man, Sargeant Fuller, yelling at him. Andrew couldn't hear him over the ensuing firefight, as well as the ringing in his ears.

Andrew made his way to his feet. He counted ten of them left alive in total. He jumped into action, firing off suppression fire into the mountains to their right.

"James!" Andrew yelled. Hed feared the worst for his childhood friend. A bullet whizzed past his head, richoching off of the destroyed Humvee behind him.

"Call it in!" Sargeant Fuller yelled to him. Andrew didn't. He had to find his friend first. "Where's James?!" Ablbdrew yelled to Fuller. Sgt Fuller didn't respond. He'd been shot in the head.

Andrew fired more suppression fire as he made his way around, surveying the dead and looking for anyone left alive. He counted nine total. Eyeing the horizon, Andrew saw a group of Taliban fighters running toward them. He fired shot after shot. When he was done, right enemy fighters lay dead in the sand. That's when Andrew found James.

Andrews best friend was hiding behind the only Humvee not destroyed. He looked terrified as bullets flew all around them.

"I got you." Andrew said as he tucked himself behind the same Humvee.

"Sanchez." Was all that James could say. He didn't have to say anything else. Andrew had seen the mangled body of their friend. "Call it in, Butler. Everyone else...cover me!" Andrew yelled. He ran toward the gunfire, bullets flying closely by. He'd never been one to run from a fight. He always ran toward it.

Chapter Four.

The sun was just beginning to rise in the Louisiana sky. Mosquitos the size of small dogs buzzed about in the air. The day time heat was already beginning to set in.

Andrew Stone sat on a creek bed. His face was white. Sweat poured down his face. He'd been seeing visions of his friend. He'd just dreamed of his first battle. At the time he'd felt no fear. He only wanted those left to survive. Now? He was afraid. He was afraid he would be able to react the way he did on that day. Countless dead from the ambush of his convoy. Bullets flying by his head. It all seemed so real. He was on edge.

"Fucking cowards!" He yelled out. He lit a cigarette he'd pulled from his pocket and took a long draw before coughing loudly.

He got up and began walking around slowly and carefully. "They could be anywhere." He said to himself, grabbing his knife.

But he quickly regained composure and calmed down. His skin returned to his normal tan and he leaned against a tree.

"Trent Jones. You have my condolences from your loss. I know it isn't easy losing to a hack like Syberius. That guy pisses me off to a high degree. He's no warrior. But you? I'd say that you are, even if you'd have trouble making it through basic training. Despite a complete lack of skill, you've managed to gain a foothold in SWAT. You've managed to go on a win streak that no one else has ever done. I commend you for that but you won't be starting a new win streak with me. No. You'll only be increasing your losing streak." Andrew stated flatly.

He took another draw from the cigarette.

"You're a warrior, Trent. One that I would have loved to have had the honor of serving with. Unlike my previous opponent, you're one to take matters into his own hands. I respect that. You can't take away from a guy who doesn't pay others to do his dirty work. But I do have to say that your lack of training will be your downfall. I've been trained to kill as efficiently as possible. One shot. One kill. I've ran into gun fire with no thought of my own well being, using only my training and gut instinct to guide me. What have you done? What training do you have? You're a man who uses strength and rage to get by. You're a man who gets frustrated when things aren't going his way. And for that reason, you will lose.

I don't care that you've held the SWAT World Championship for do long. I don't care who you've beaten. I don't care how strong you are or who you run with. I know Eddie has helped you win before but I have to let you know that, if he likes his nose in our business, I'll be forced to remove him from the equation. I'm sure you know what that means already. You aren't a stupid man. You have horrible taste in women but it is what it is. An easy lay is an easy lay.

I want to make sure that you understand exactly what you're going into here. I'm not like your past opponents. I'm not one to cower before your size. I'm not one to cower in fear of knowing my opponent is much stronger than me. No. I crave that. I guess you could say that I'm one of those guys who, in the back of his mind, wants someone to make the lights go out…. permanently. But that doesn't mean I go down without a fight. No. Even with all of my problems, there is still more fight in this dog than most.

I ran with guys like you in the Marines. They never showed any fear. They ran with me into gunfire without a second thought. Some lived. Some died. But they all fought bravely and I'm glad I got to meet them. I'll be glad to meet you as well, Trent. It's just too bad you'll be my enemy on this night. At a previous times, I would have shook your hand. But instead I'll have to settle to putting my right foot across the right side of your face and repeatedly doing so." Andrew said.

The sun was fully in the sky. Birds began chirping loudly and squirrels began their day by crawling around under the trees looking for food.

"I know what they say about me. How can a guy as mentally damaged as myself last in a business meant only for causing violence and harm? It's simple. This is who I am. I'm not the kind of guy to sit at a desk and do paperwork. No. I'm the kind of guy who fights for everything. No matter who the enemy is. Even if that enemy is myself. I fight. And I fight. Until I can't fight anymore. Good luck, Trent. You'll need it." Andrew said before asking the cigarette and dropping the butt on the ground.

"Fuck. It's you again." He said

To be continued.

[edwarddubin0604]

(Team Fairtex is having a light snack where there is a monitor and they look at Satan's Disciples promo shaking their heads and look at each other as they finish their light snack and face the camera.)

Tong Fairtex: "You know Phantam. I think that Satan's Disciples may have had a point when it came to the Packer/Tanner Memorial Show."

Phantam Fairtex: "What do you mean Tong."

Tong Fairtex: "What I mean is we were both never invited to wrestle in the show since we were part of SWAT."

Phantam Fairtex: "Don't you mean you were Tong since you were here before me."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah I was in SWAT Mid-West or what was considered a division in SWAT that lasted as long as most of all the Hardkore World divisions which wasn't that long. At least I got to wrestle one match and the place folded."

Phantam Fairtex: "Did you recover the rest of the money in your contract."

Tong Fairtex: "No but I'm over it. Anyway, I went to XPW and you joined me and we won the tag team championships and held them for a whole year. Imagine the longest reigning tag team champions in the XPW."

Phantam Fairtex: "Then we returned to SWAT and we made an impact by winning the Anzac Cup against a disrespectful team called CCS and those losers haven't been in SWAT ever since."

Tong Fairtex: Yeah and only one member returned and he cheated his way to victories over us in singles matches. Then in the seven cages of fear match he barely won the SWAT World Title and Lynn screwed him over big time by having mediocre Hells Bouncer beat that loser."

Phantam Fairtex: "Oh that was so funny and imagine Hells Bouncer lost the championship to a real wrestler and we beat him and his equally mediocre protégé for the SWAT Tag Team Championships."

Tong Fairtex: "Which was our first reign as SWAT Tag Team Champions and then we lost them and later on regained them only to lose them to that mediocre Rally Jackson and Tuxedo Mask of Society of the New Breed."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah Tong which brings up a good point that Satan's Disciples mentioned."

Tong Fairtex: "What could have been. Yeah that would have been quite a rematch between us Satan's Disciples if those tag team championships were on the line. Well that's the business of professional wrestling and anything can happen. You see we were born into this business though our father, The Shootfighter, didn't want us to follow him into this sport. Yet the siren of the ring pulled us in and we trained quite hard to prove ourselves in this sport."

Phantam Fairtex: "Our father never got any special treatment and never wanted that. He always believed in earning his way and we didn't want any breaks either since that's our style and way of doing things. We believe in the expression that wins are earned not given, but I digress and when we lost a match we always followed another piece of advice our father gave us."

Tong Fairtex: "Get up and continue to fight on and we never forgot that bit of advice either. You see that's the type of team we are and will always will be. Now you wondered why you weren't in the Anzac Cup? Why didn't you sign up for the tournament instead of complaining about it and attacking the competitors. Who knows we could have been in the opening round and could have had our rematch then and there. Another opportunity wasted that could have been but wasn't."

Phantam Fairtex: "Now Satan's Disciples you keep saying that you're going to retire. I mean come on you're as likely to retire as Frostbite is dying of cancer and even we aren't that easily fooled by his medical condition. So we kno you aren't going to retire anytime soon."

Tong Fairtex: "We're not going to fall for your phoning in your performance or even emailing it in or even sending it in by Western Union. I mean you were the one's asking for the rematch and we were the one's who accepted and yet you want to back out of the match. Why don't we believe you Satan's Disciples."

Phantam Fairtex: "They're going to be there and in the ring. You see we know that you want to win badly and we want to win badly as well. We both know that this victory means a whole lot to us and nothing less than that isn't going to satisfy us nor will a forfeit ill do either."

Tong Fairtex: "We have to disagree with you about being pushed aside for newcomers and rookies. Everyone deserves to be in the spotlight but not everyone does get that chance. So you got the night off and nothing to do for that hole time. Enjoy the time and heal up a bit for the next card. Isn't that what most of the roster is doing tonight. Of course some of them are probably participating in XHF events so they have a reason for not being here."

Phantam Fairtex: "You must have seen the All That Glitters or even AWF Fired Up, which you must have seen and heard about.
What better way of trying to prove yourselves again....Well almost since Fired Up is a lethal lottery type of event and ou could be teamed with anyone. Tong should know since he as there but don't take our word for it."

Tong Fairtex: "That's right. At least Psychotic Goth is doing his part to elevate SWAT by participating in End OF Days. Imagine you could have even entered that event and maybe showed why you're a great veteran team and great singles wrestlers too. Don't you think that would have been a great move too. What's there to lose."

Phantam Fairtex: "Although I think they ended the entry for that so that means we can still have our rematch which is more than fine with us."

Tong Fairtex: "Like we said there's no excuses after this rematch and no complaining since we both wanted this and no we're going to get it and give it our best A-game. So good luck and don't have anyone bringing brooms in the ring since the maintenance people will not appreciate having their brooms dressed up in wrestling gear. So we'll see you in the ring Satan's Disciples and let's have a good rematch. Let's go bro."

Phantam Fairtex: "Right with you bro."

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

[eddied]

(Eddie is outside in the car park of an Olympic gymnastics training center in the UK.)



EDDIE: Hello wrestling fans. It’s a gloriously warm day ahead of the London Calling SWAT event. I made the flight to the UK earlier than required. I have embarked on an extreme preparation schedule ahead of my fight with Misha “Store brand Loki” Constantine.

Just as a quick aside… for those of you worried about Trent Jones. Don’t worry. I have been in contact with Molly. She says that when she’s done handling a wet Goth girl that stayed the night, she’ll be making sure Trent is OK after his recent tumble from his motor bike.

Talking of Trent and the Brother’s in Anarchy... I realised that even though we set our stall as the best big guy tag team in SWAT, sorry Satan’s Disciples… but it’s not even close, …but even in a big man tag team you still need one to be slightly more agile than the other to be effective. I am already giving up a few inches to Trent, meaning in height naturally. I don’t think I’m saying anything out of school here, but it doesn’t matter what you’re packing if your babe has started to get cravings for the hairy lasso. Just saying…

Anyway, seeing as I am the shorter guy in the Tag Team I felt it would be me that needs to adapt and I am here in England to learn from an Olympian… How to do a back flip…

(There’s a few shots of the huge centre and Eddie’s progress to the locker rooms and then a fade out. We return as Eddie walks out in a pink leotard thinking that’s what would be expected for gymnastics training. His trainer Nile is gobsmacked)



NILE: Err, what you wearing?

EDDIE: My gymnastics training gear.

NILE: That is really off putting but a deals a deal. You want to back-flip, I can make that happen.

EDDIE: Let’s go.

(There’s a montage of Eddie being put through stretching exercises. During the montage Eddie D and Nile seem to fall out briefly with Eddie threatening to launch him into a wall. The pair are seen laughing again and then finally after a failed attempt they come to his final attempt.)






EDDIE: This is it. My time is up for the training I paid for. Nile will I do it.

NILE: No.

EDDIE: Those negative waves… Always with ‘em.

NILE: I’m joking… This will be the time you get it. Trust me.

EDDIE: OK folks… This is it… Whatever happens, the promo ends here.

So if Misha, bless her heart, thinks that she’s up against a dull fucker with a predictable offense she can think again.

If “god”, apparently we can call him that if we like, if god thinks he is just going to counter-punch and tire me out well he ain’t seen how far this anarchy fueled engine can truly take me.

And if Mr Constantine thinks I can’t do this flip… He can BRING… IT… ON!!!



(Eddie successfully completes the back-flip and the scene fades to black.)

[frostbite]

Back in the locker room...

Doomsday is sitting on the hard cold floor as he looks up at his tag team partner, Lucifer with an intense look in his red eyes. Doomsday drops his head for just a second before he picks it up as he looks back and forth throughout the locker room and then back at Lucifer.

Doomsday.. You know big man we should honored that our renegade champion mention us in his promo. I feel honored.

Lucifer give a him a look like he has lost his mind.

Doomsday.. I saw his footage of doing a backfill, I must admit that was impressive.

Doomsday bust out laughing.

Doomsday.. Not really.. Dude I was doing that crap in my first couple of years in this business and I weigh almost 400 pounds. He does it and this idiots think it is the greatest thing since slice bread. I know Eddie D is full of himself because he won a title and it should be. But please be careful what you wish for. Do not bring up the Disciples name.

Lucifer.. I think he said something about being the big man team around here him and Trent.

Doomsday.. I guess it depends on defination of that term.

Lucifer.. If it is talking about success around here then he has a point. But if he is talking actually size then he has been drinking way too many beers at his local dive.

Doomsday.. However if Eddie D feels the need to get into the ring with us, then I have no problem with getting into the ring with him and his boy I am sure the management can get that done. But...

Lucifer paces the room.

Lucifer.. However back to business at hand.

Doomsday.. Team Fairtex, no maybe those boys are hitting on something. Maybe earlier we were having a shelf pity party. Myself and Lucifer know that we have lived up to what we set out to do. Our best match as been against Team Fairtex. Even though we took the big loss, but it might have been our best match.

Lucifer.. We keep talking about our best match was a lost.

Doomsday.. I know big man, and that want ticks me off. A lost was our best match. And my friend is unacceptable. However tonight we need to go out there and put on the best match of our careers if we are going to get any chance to have a shot at those tag team titles because if we can not beat Team Fairtex then I do not where we go from here.

Lucifer.. I did find it interesting that they agree with our thought process that neither team was involved in the last show.

Doomsday.. Look I do not hate Tong and Phatam, hell I think the guys are actually cool dudes. I would not might hanging with the guys after the show and go grab a few beers.

Lucifer.. What are you trying to say?

Doomsday.. I am not trying to say nothing, but think about it, our talents are being used just as those two. I believe the four of us together could be a huge force around here.

Lucifer., Why would you say that?

Doomsday.. Think about it big man. They could go after the tag team titles or we could do, but you big man could go after a singles title. The Tv title is something that would be great for you. Think about a match you can Eddie D could have.

Lucifer strokes his chin.

Doomsday.. However, out loud thoughts. Team Fairtex might be right, we have not thought about the retirement just yet. Maybe I have considered it but Lucifer still has a lot to give.

Lucifer.. We have this talk already.

Doomsday.. Call it a semi thing. But I rather not talk about such talk right now. In a few short minutes we will go out to the ring and I have no doubt we will have a great match with those two.

Lucifer.. We can bring tag team wrestling back to the forefront. We will show the world that it is not dead.

Doomsday.. I agree, guys talking is over with. Let's get out there and steal the show.

Doomsday get a off the floor as he and Lucifer walk out of the locker room.

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Well here we are it’s the first match of the night and its a Tag Team Match with Team Fairtex vs Satan's Disciples.

Andrew Fulton: This match should be a great opener for Battleground 30 here in London.

Jeremy Tucker: I agree I know Team Fairtex is always looking to battle it out with anyone.

Andrew Fulton: I saw them backstage earlier tonight and they both looked fired up to get in the ring and do what they love to do. These 2nd generation wrestlers are both well versed in fighting in the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: But let's not forget that Doomsday and Lucifer are always ready to fight as well.

Andrew Fulton: Here in SWAT everyone is ready to fight, from the show openers to the main event stars of the night. If you come to SWAT not ready to fight, you learn fast.

The UFC Remix theme hits and Tong and Phantom Fairtex make their way onto the ramp way. They are both wearing singlets and psyching each other up, they taunt the fans and do a few poses riling them up and then go over some last minute plans .

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

Jeremy Tucker: These guys are in the ring and ready to throw down.

Andrew Fulton: Tonight they are facing a much larger and stronger team they will need to use that 2nd generation knowledge and work smart to win. If not I don't see how they win tonight.

Jeremy Tucker: Looks like we are ready for their opponents and it looks like Team Fairtex is ready as well.

Andrew Fulton: TIme will tell.

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

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

Jeremy Tucker: Both of these teams are looking for that next big win here at Battleground 30

Andrew Fulton: Everyone of them wants to win but tonight only one tag team will prove it is better than the next.

Jeremy Tucker: The bell rings and it will be Phantam and Doomsday in the ring first. The two men circle around the ring and they both are looking at each other focused and ready. Phantam and Doomsday are locked up together.

Andrew Fulton: Doomsday using the leverage of the height advantage and delivers a headbutt to the head of Phantam. Doomsday then grabs him by the throat and tosses him into a corner.

Jeremy Tucker: Doomsday did use the leverage and now is charging the corner looking to make a splash but Phantam catches Doomsday in the mid section and sends him down to one knee.

Andrew Fulton: Damn that kick right their made my gut hurt. Doomsday is breathing hard and Phantam runs at him.

Jeremy Tucker: Doomsday just hit the mat hard after a clothesline delivered by Phantam. Phantam follows it up with a leg drop across the throat of Doomsday.

Andrew Fulton: Doomsday just grabbed the leg of Phantom that was across his throat and stands up with Phantam leh. Doomsday drops his body weight down on Phantom knee.

Jeremy Tucker: Damn that was brutal to watch

Andrew Fulton: Phantam is in pain and is holding his leg but he knows he has to get up. Phantam rolls in the ring and misses a big boot to the face. Phantam sees his brother Tong and makes the quick tag.

Jeremy Tucker: Quick tags in and out of the ring is a great idea for Team Fairtex

Andrew Fulton: Tong quickly jumps on the top rope and Jumps towards Doomsday.

Jeremy Tucker: Tong uses his leg and clotheslines the big man down.

Andrew Fulton: After watching what happened to his twin brother Tong quickly gets his leg away from Doomsday. Doomsday is starting to stand up and…

Jeremy Tucker: A kick to the midsection sends doomsday back to the mat. Tong looks and sees his brother is ready to go again. And they make another quick tag. Tong grabs the arms of doomsday and holds them out and Phantam drops another leg on the throat area of Doomsday. The referee sends Tong to the corner. Lucifer is screaming for the tag.

Andrew Fulton: Lucifer can scream all he wants doomsday is getting tag teamed like the chick in my movie at the hotel last night.

Jeremy Tucker: God your such a pig, Doomsday is back on his feet and is chasing after Phantam. Phantam charges at him and goes for some form of a superman punch but Doomsday catches him and grabs him. Slams him down with force

Andrew Fulton: What a chokeslam from the big man. Doomsday looks at his partner but then goes right back on the assault. He picks up Phantam and tosses him into his corner allowing Phantam to make the tag. b
Jeremy Tucker: I think Doomsday wants a little of Tong right now.

Andrew Fulton: What makes you think that the fact that he basically tagged him in for Phantam.

Jeremy Tucker: Tong enters the ring and Phantam rolls out of the ring to catch his breath.

Andrew Fulton: Doomsday is mocking him and telling him to prove how strong he is.

Jeremy Tucker: Tong grabs doomsday and goes to lift him But can’t do it. Doomsday delivers a double axe swing blow to the back of Tong. Doomsday then picks up Tong and tosses him into a neutral corner. Doomsday puts his big boot on the throat of Tong and lifts tong off of the ground. He holds him up as the referee starts counting for him to break the corner hold.

Andrew Fulton: He breaks it on the 10 count. Doomsday smiles and tags in Lucifer. Tong is standing against the ropes and Lucifer delivers a spear into the corner. Phantam is up in the corner and calling for his brother to tag him.

Jeremy Tucker: Lucifer is looking at Phantam and laughing. He doesn't notice Tong is back up.

Andrew Fulton: Tong clips the right leg of Lucifer and Lucifer’s throat catches the ropes.

Jeremy Tucker: Lucifer is going to lift himself off of the ropes…

Andrew Fulton: Tong runs and lands on Lucifer’s back and lucifer is choking on the rope the Referee is now counting.

Jeremy Tucker: Phantam comes over and drops off the apron while holding the neck of Lucifer.

Andrew Fulton: Lucifer is down on the mat and Tong locks on a sleeper hold. Lucifer fights back to his feet. Phantam slaps tong and makes the tag. Tong let's go Phantam delivers a ddt to lucifer. Lucifer is back up on his feet.

Jeremy Tucker: Lucifer pushes Phantam away from him and goes for the tag. At the same Time Phantam trips over the referee. Tong jumps over the rope and power slams him down.

Andrew Fulton: THe referee sends Doomsday back to the corner. He never saw the legale tag. Doomsday is fired up and angry and screaming in the corner.

Jeremy Tucker: Phantam waits for Lucifer to stand up. Phantam charges.. Bull Run.

Andrew Fulton: Doomsday is still angry he knows he made the tag.

Jeremy Tucker: Phantam tags his brother

Andrew Fulton: Double rolling thunder

Jeremy Tucker:Tong goes for the cover.

….1…..2……Kick out.

Andrew Fulton: That was close. Lucifer and Tong are both back on their feet.


Jeremy Tucker: Lucifer has Tong up in the air by his throat throat.

Andrew Fulton: From throat hold to powerbomb. That was devastating. Lucifer looks at doomsday but he goes for the pin instead.

……..1……..2……..Kick out

Jeremy Tucker: Lucifer is back on his feet and making his way to their corner

Andrew Fulton: Tong tags in Phantam and he strikes Lucifer in the back before he can make the tag. Lucifer turns around and grabs Phantam. Phantam strikes Lucifer in the neck. Lucifer drops him, Phantam .

Jeremy Tucker: Broken deal is delivered.

Andrew Fulton: Phantam goes for a quick cover.

…..1……..2…….Kick out

Jeremy Tucker: Doomsday was in the ring trying to break it up the referee sends him back.

Andrew Fulton: Tong slides in and they deliver a fairtex Bomb

Jeremy Tucker: Tong rolls out and Phantam goes for the cover.

Andrew Fulton: This has to be it.

…………………………………….1

……………………………………………...2

……………………………………………………………...Kick out!

Jeremy Tucker: A kick out

Andrew Fulton: Wow what a kick out.

Jeremy Tucker: Phantam makes the tag and Tong slides. Phantam holds lucifer

Andrew Fulton: Swanton bomb off of the turnbuckle.

Jeremy Tucker: Doomsday jumps in and drags his partner.

Andrew Fulton: Doomsday slides out and makes the tag.

Jeremy Tucker: Doomsday charges in the ring. He kicks Tong, grabs him and slams him down with a Double arm underhook.

Andrew Fulton: Doomsday grabs Phantam and tosses him out of the ring. Doomsday turns just in time to catch a drop kick from Tong. Phantam and Doomsday are locked up. The referee starts counting.

……..1……...2……..3…...4…….5….6…..7…..8….9…….. Doomsday slides in.

Jeremy Tucker: Doomsday is struck with a baseball slide from Tong.

Andrew Fulton: Another quick tag and both men push doomsday into the corner. Both of charge with a double spear. The two toss him to the center. Phantom goes for the cover. Tong strikes Lucifer to keep him out of the ring.

……………….1

……………………………..2


……………………………………………...3

Jeremy Tucker: Team Fairtex wins!

Frank Salazar: The winner of the match via pinfall Phantam and Tong… Team Fairtex!!!

[bloodiedfox]

We fade up on the SWAT interview area, where...

Hello, I'm Warren W. Webber and I'm standing by with Misha Constantine, who later tonight will make his debut challenging Eddie D for the newly renamed Renegade title. Misha...

Mr Constantine.

Mr Constantine, your thoughts on Eddie's newly demonstrated increased agility?

Retirement.

I'm sorry?

I'm retiring. Clearly now that Eddie D can do the most graceless moonsault this side of Vader, there is absolutely no way I can defeat him and so in the best interests of my health I must forfeit this match and retire in shame and fear.

...Are you being serious?

Constantine gives Webber the most withering look you could possibly imagine.

No I am not being serious, you braindead anthropomorphic mic stand! That the sheer amount of sarcasm I was utilising there went over your head is almost hilarious as the idea that I'm going to be intimidated by my opponent bellyflopping onto foam offcuts.

He turns his gaze directly into the camera, starting a slow handclap.

Bra-fucking-vo, Eddie, you have demonstrated some basic ability to control your bulk! Your form was utterly abysmal, and judging by the angle of your landing if you did that in a ring you'd shatter at least one of your own kneecaps; but at least you now know you can squish me if you can manage to keep me down on the mat for the 2 minutes plus it'd take your fat ass to climb to the top rope! Maybe you can ask your tag partner for help with that, provided he can find time in his busy schedule of falling off his bike and getting cucked by a 'Death from The Sandman' cosplayer.

The clapping stops, the look of utter contempt doesn't.

I'm lost as to what you were hoping to accomplish with that bullshit segment. Maybe you just wanted an excuse to wear a pink leotard?

He holds up his hands.

No judgement! We've all got our kinks, after all. Of course, given you felt the need to 'accidentally' give me female pronouns for a bit there, I'm guessing you've got some insecurity with your masculinity that you're projecting. I gather that can happen when your gut entirely blocks your view of your own dick. Out of sight, obsessively in mind, hmm?

He makes a dismissive gesture.

Whatever, I've got more important things to deal with than your case of Schroedinger's cock; namely staying out of your grasp until your “anarchy fuelled engine” sputters and dies because twinkies provide shit mileage. No amount of sloppy backflips are going to invalidate my gameplan, no matter what you tell yourself. Face it, Eddie: you're outmatched, you're outclassed, and you are most definitely outmanned.

Constantine walks off, leaving the flustered Webber alone as we fade to black.

[frostbite]

A loud noise is heard all throughout backstage, as this continues to happen over and over.

Voice.. Damn I am tired of this.

A booming voice is heard

Crash.....

Voice.. You are tired of this, I am completely over this. I know this was a wasted trip here.

Another voice is heard even louder than the first.

Voice.. I am grabbing my bags. I am done with this.

Our camera crew follows as they are trying to figure out where all this shouting is coming from.

Boom...

Another loud noise as our camera crew is getting a little nervous.

Voice.. What in the hell was that out there.

As we approach to where we believe the noise is coming from, out of nowhere we see a locker door coming flying past us.

Voice.. You should have tag me in sooner maybe we could have won that match.

The camera crew sticks there head in a nearby locker room as we see Doomsday and Lucifer arguing back and forth at each other.

Lucifer.. You were in the match for it seems like first ten minutes.

Doomsday.. And once you in there did you do any better?

Lucifer.. I did better than you. Those two could not keep me down.

Doomsday.. You think after 15 years of being a damn team we could get on the same page.

Lucifer turns around and rips off another locker door and tosses it right past our heads.

Doomsday.. I knew we were not going to win. I knew we would botch it.

Lucifer.. We have not done anything since we walked into this company. We have won maybe one match. Right now I think Tucker and Fulton could beat us.

Doomsday.. I am at my end. I do not want to do. I might talk to Soutter and see if we can get out from under our contracts because I can not take another beating like this. I am done with this.

Lucifer reaches into a locker that he has torn the hinge off of as he grabs his black bag.

Lucifer.. So what are we going to do.

Doomsday.. I am heading back to Portland and hang out with family and in the process final retire. I have been in this business for about 20 years, it is time to walk away.

Lucifer.. I could always go back to Japan they have been calling my phone trying to get me back over there.

Doomsday grabs his brown bag off the floor.

Doomsday.. Well partner I guess this is the end of the road. It has been lots of fun.

Lucifer.. It has, I wish it would have ended on better terms.

Doomsday.. I agree.

Lucifer.. But how do we get out from under the contract?

Doomsday.. I have a lawyer lined up for that one. I hired Frostbite main squeeze after all she is a lawyer. Do you know how many times she has gotten him out of some tough spots.

Lucifer.. Good point.

Doomsday.. She will do her best.

The two shake hands..

Doomsday.. Best of luck man.

Lucifer.. You as well brother.

The two grab their bags as they are about to head out of the locker room both of their cell phones ring. They stop to look at it. A text actually.

It reads..

Do not leave. I promise I will make it worth your wild. This I can promise. I know Linda is looming into your contract and I will be willing to pay you more than Soutter is offering you to stay around.

The two look at each other..

Frostbite..

Doomsday.. What does he mean. He will make it worth our wild.

Lucifer.. I was looking at the more money thing.

Doomsday.. What is he trying to get at?

The two shake there heads as they head out of the locker room.

Back to ringside..

Jeremy Tucker.. Are the Disciples leaving the company?

Andrew Fulton.. That appears to be the case, but that text from Frostbite.

Jeremy Tucker.. That is interesting.

Andrew Fulton.. Maybe he is going to offer them a spot with the KGB. It makes the most since.

Jeremy Tucker.. I agree, maybe it could turns things around for them.

Andrew Fulton., Lucifer said.. We could beat them.

Jeremy Tucker.. I highly doubt that.

Backstage..

Doomsday and Lucifer are walking toward the parking lot they get another text..

It reads..

Let me know by next week..

Frostbite..

Doomsday and Lucifer look at each other as they head out the arena.

Jeremy Tucker.. The text from Frostbite says by next week.

Andrew Fulton.. You can not keep the KGB from waiting. But it will be interested to see if they take him up in his offer or not.

Jeremy Tucker., We shall see if they do or they simply walk away.