Battleground #30 : London Calling

[Venom 🕷]

The opening of the Tupac’s “To Alice and Die in LA” hits the pa system and El Combatiente follows his manager Javier onto the stage. They look around soaking up there surrounding until El Combatiente breaks into a full sprint for the ring and slides in. Javier slowly walks to ringside and a mic from ring announcer Frank Salazar and enters the ring.

Javier: This is what we’ve been waiting for. Tonight my client defends his championship in a three way match where he will have an opportunity to get vengeance. What could my client possibly need vengeance for you might ask, well I’ll explain it to you.

Javier lowers the mic, takes a deep breath and continues.

Javier: When my client first came here to SWAT it was a pretty big signing inside of SWAT. It was their first signee that was in the original XHF. Other feds had runs with  OGs, but for SWAT this was the first. If you recall my client was quite worried. Although my client had been training wrestlers for years he hadn’t been in a ring competitively in ten years. He had little ring rust in his first match but in his second he ran into Frostbite and he wasn’t quite ready for him yet. Now a single loss doesn’t really mean much in the long run, but it’s my clients only singles loss in SWAT and now it’s time to erase that from existence. After tonight that loss will be...

El Combatiente: No mas.
(No more.)

Javier: You were better then Frostbite, but times have changed. My client will get vengeance for that, but he will also be seeking vengeance for something else, for me. You see one ancient Goth fellow decided to stick his nose in our business the night we won the title. He tried to tell my client he’d be better off without me. He tried to get through to my client that I was no good for him and somehow it got back to my client. We already had a wedge between us and Goth dug the wedge in further. He could have cost me my job, but we were able to work it out. Tonight, though, he’s going to make you regret ever sticking your nose in our business. Tonight he’s not going to just knock you out of the ring, he’s going to drop you on your neck. Then you’ll know not to get in our way again, and if you don’t understand I’ve got no problem telling you in a way you’ll understand.

Javier stops and clears his throat.

Javier: (mockingly yells in an ancient dialect) I hope my accent didn’t obscure that and you understood. If not it’ll get through clearer when you wake up after my client knocks you out.


Javier tosses the mic and the two exit the ring to applause from the audience.

[Trent Jones MR Bones.]

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?”

…


Molly Eyes starts pouring water out of them. She is trembling and her cell phone slips from her hands. She quickly picks up her phone. She can't hardly speak.

“How did it happen?”

*************** the Scene fades**************

One of the 3 men can be seen walking through a hospital. He is dressed in all black and his face is covered with one of the skin masks. People don't seem to notice him. He is holding something in his hands. Its a black hourglass with blood red sand inside of it. He walks in the room as doctors are standing around the bed. The man stands in the corner.

“One for One… One for One”

The sand is dropping and there isn't much time left on the clock. As the time continues to tick on the clock the doctors are all rushing to save the man in the bed. The man in the corner continues to move his head back and forth like he is chanting something in his head over and over. The doctors are screaming out orders. One of them screams out Charging… Clear. The sounds of the electric paddles are discharged. It repeats again.

***************The house********************

The Goth girl is dressed and looking sexy as always. She is standing in the master bathroom looking at herself. “Trent Daddy please come home tonight I want you to know all about your cheating whore Molly. You will be so angry with her, that you will choose me when the time comes. Its a shame that Molly can't just let me move in and the three of us could be one happy family. Oh daddy that sounds so naughty almost as naughty as my breath taste” She takes her fingers and lickes them and giggles. “She really does taste good, now I know why you spend so much time giving her your tongue. Yes, I watched you many times from inside the room. Neither of you knew I was here Trent, but Daddy it felt so naughty watching you.”
The Camera moves in the room and you can't help notice that she has no reflection in the mirror. She turns towards the door and you can see some dry skin hanging from her neck. she then looks down and sees Molly's dirty Thong from earlier. She sniffs it and then steps inside of them and pulls them up under her skirt. She smiles, “Oh my they feel so naughty Daddy I can't wait for you to find me in Mollys Underwear isn't it so naughty maybe you will need to spank me.”

The goth girl walks through the house looking for Molly. She heads into the church. She sits at the altar. She expected Trent home already and she was starting to wonder. She stands back up and she feels something is wrong. She quickly starts searching out Molly. She yells for her and looks inside the house. She finally walks out to the graveyard and she hears molly crying out of control.

**************Static******************

Security footage from the arena outside shows Trent Stumbling out of the arena with blood pouring from his face. He walks towards the bike and he gets on it and starts it. He is all over the parking lot as he makes his way out of the arena. He pulls in front of a car.

*************A field******************

A field on the side of the road with tall grass and trees is seen. A darks shadow makes its way through the field. The sky is cloudy, but its getting darker. Rain starts to fall and lighting lights up the sky and Thunder roars. Standing in the field you can now see one of the 3. He is holding open the black book.

“Per umbrarum tenebrarum et hoc est malum, et malum hoc mundo ad nos vocamus, in isto malo, quod mutatio. Animus hanc causam immoletur. In Tenebrae Factae Sunt enim qui congregantes fecerunt, flammae non sunt in ludo. Hodie enim non est mortua sed malum et non adjiciet ut resurgat. Quod anima, quae dat nobis immolatus est Christus hodie suum iter in reditu. Redi nos ... ut a somno exsuscitem eum unus ex nobis ... ... ... a somno excitem eum. Nos unam ex illis sequentibus consurgetis de sanguine tincta ... Ad nos et terram.”

The rain stops and it turns to hail. The temperature starts to drop as the wind picks up. The sky looks as if tornados could touch down any minute. The man holds up his arms as he is holding out his arms and the hail is hitting him hard. But he seems to enjoy it.

*************Back the church/house/Graveyard**************

The sexy goth girl is making her way towards the front steps where Molly sits crying hard. The girl sits nexts to Molly and puts her arm around her. She touches Molly's face and Molly tries to gather her thoughts. “What’s wrong Molly?” Molly doesn't answer but she grabs the goth girl tight. She tries to speak but only tears and horrible sounds come out.

“He is dead” finally comes out her mouth and goth girl's head shoots up and she can't believe that Trent is dead. Molly continues to cry and grab the gothic girl.

“How did he die?”

***************** Static******************

Then we see Molly and the goth girl again. But the third member of the trio is standing in the distance. The Goth Girl notices him but Molly has not noticed him. The goth girl goes to stand up but she sees him raise his hand up to say stop. He puts a finger over his mouth to say Shhhh! He walks closer to them and he stops. He holds up the black book and when he opens his mouth no words come out. However the goth girl now understands and stays quiet. He is gone as fast as he appeared.

***************Hospital*******************

The doctor steps back, “TIme of death is 6:09” the doctors and the staff walk out of the room. The sheet was pulled over the body. The man standing in the corner looks at the hour glass and its all empty. He smiles through the mask and he stands up and looks down at the bed.

“It's a shame, we can't harvest that face.” the man walks out of the room and disappears.

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

Molly is still crying into the arms of her new Goth Lover. “He is dead. They tried to save him at the hospital but he bleed out and his heart stopped.”

Molly is laying her head on the goth girls shoulder… she is screaming out as the goth girl tries to calm her down. “I am sorry Molly, I wish I knew how to make it better.” Well she has an idea but wasn’t sure that scissoring was the right answer at this time.

This was the point that Molly felt the guilt for cheating on Trent. Well she had forgotten it while dealing with the death.

****************In the field********************

All three men are together and they are circled up around something. The sound of a couch is heard. Then Trent Jones sits up and looks at the guys. “What the fuck… where am I?”

It was that moment that Trent realized he had lost the SWAT title… the feeling of anger and frustration was coming over him. He was seeing the refs hand fall three times.

But then it goes black. His memory is fuzzy. He sits there looking at the guys. The one with a cane touches Trents head with the cane and the next memory comes back.

Eddie D is looking down at Trent and helps him to the back. Trent can feel the blood flowing in his memory and he sits down in the medical area. Eddie looked at him and said sit here I will be back with your gear.

But then it all goes. One of the others touches Trents head with his black leather book. Trent eyes open wide as he sees his memories. Trent stands up from the table and walks to the door. He walks out and gets on his bike. The spot that used to hold his title is empty. Trent rides off as the memory goes fuzzy.

“What the fuck just show me what happened!”

The 3rd guy looks at Trent and holds up the hourglass from the hospital scene. He opens it and blows some sand in his eyes.

“What the fuck!”

It was that moment that Trent saw his crash into this field on the bike he watched his body crash into the ground and the blood was now fully pouring from his body. But then he watches himself stop bleeding, breathing, and living. He hurts but he doesn’t feel like he almost died or that he had died.

“Trent you died… but we brought you back but you see it comes with a cost.”

Trent stops listing and he stands up and his leg hurts but he looks out at his bike that is destroyed. He sees all the blood on the ground and he touches his head and he feels where his skin was bleeding but it feels normal. Then he has stained blood though on him.

Trent was smiling, he was alive and back from the dead and he felt like he was ready to fuck some shit up.

But then Trent has a new memory come back…

A man dressed in black leather and a black vest with two bones crossing each other. The mans face is covered in white light but Trent Realizes it is Crossbone the original leader of the graveyard Ryders

“Trent be warned that the darkness around you will change you forever. Come with me and don’t deal with devils.”

Trent was confused, did crossbone come back from the dead, was he his guardian angel? But why would he choose for Trent to die then have these guy fix him?

“Trent we need to explain some things”

Trent opens his eyes and looks at the three. He chooses to not address his visitor as he was dying. He looks at them, “so what’s up?”

The one with a cane speaks up, “you see you was dead and to bring you back we had to harvest a soul to bring yours back?” They pause for him to let it sink in

Trent shakes his head, “that cool, well thanks guys I need to get home I am sure Molly is worried.” Trent pulls out his phone and it is smashed. “Hopefully you took the life of Syb.”

They cut him off, “syb was not the person… Look Trent it was Molly’s…”

Trent grabbed him by the throat, “if you touched Molly I will kill you!” Trent releases his throat.

“Look Trent, first you can’t kill us, but it’s cute that you think you had that option. But look it wasn’t Molly but it was her Father… Michael”

Trent was shocked he didn’t know what to say. How in the hell was he going to tell Molly it was his fault that her dad died. Fuck he needed to get home. They climbed in a black truck and they drove off.

*********Trent is home***********

Trent steps out of the truck and he sees Molly and goth girl sitting together. He thought for a second that it was odd he still didn’t know her name. He then was shocked to see both girls together and was worried that she told molly about her hitting on her.

Molly sees Trent and runs over to him, “Trent my dad is dead!” She hugs Trent and guilt runs through his body.

Fuck was all he could think of his stomach ached and he felt so damn guilty. The goth girl touched Trents arm.

Molly spoke up, “look Trent this is… oh shit I never got your name.”

Goth girl looks at them and says her name is, “Tori”.

Molly smiles as she seems happy her and Trent are not fighting yet. But she can’t help but feel guilty.

“Trent we need to talk, *sniffle* my flight leaves tonight but I want to talk before I head home to be with my mom”


**********later*********

It’s just Molly and Trent sitting on the steps as they wait for a taxi to show up. Molly looks like hell.

“Trent I am sorry I didn’t know you were in an accident but thank god you were not hurt bad. But I have to tell you something before i go… look I cheated on you and”

Trents face went from a look of guilt to a look of anger. The taxi pulled in and she stood up, “I will call you from the taxi” she forgot that he broke his phone. She kissed Trent and said I love you.

Trent couldn’t yell he was the reason her dad was dead… but she fucked someone so he just says bye to her.

***** Trent sitting in the church******

“Look warpig I have to be honest I haven’t had much time to address you this week but shit has been crazy. Welcome to SWAT but your fun time here in SWAT comes to an end. You haven’t faced anyone of my level. It seems we both have baggage you have a past but you are facing the collector of faces and a man that can’t die”.

Trent felt guilt instantly he knew his bad decision resulted in a death… but Molly cheated…

Just then Tori entered the room and touched Trent, “you ok?” Trent doesn’t answer, “your secret is safe”

Trent realizes what’s she means, he hugs her, “she cheated on me” he didn’t say anything else he just started kissing her. He grabbed her perfect ass and held her tight against him. His hands slip under her skirt and play with her ass. He leads her to the bedroom and shuts the door. “Are you wearing Molly’s Panties?”


“Yes daddy….. yes oh my god yes they are… oh my fucking god that’s good please stop licking and come up here and fuck me daddy”

The sounds get louder as the headboard is slamming against the wall. Tori keeps screaming as the scene turns to black.

[frostbite]

Earlier in the day...

Someone is taking in the scenery here in London. It is a rather cool day almost fall like weather. There is a strong breeze so much so that it knocks over a public trash can as it goes flying down the street and right past the Big Ben clock. There is a gentleman wearing a blue tee shirt tilting his head up and enjoying the view. The short blonde hair gentleman brings his head back down as he slowly turns toward the camera with an intense look in his blue eyes. He reaches I to his blue jeans as he pulls out his phone as he is either checking on some text messages or missed calls or the time. We see that it is Frostbite.

Frostbite. Nothing like taken in the sites. Let's just say calm before the storm. Now later on tonight I am involved in a triple threat match for the Television title. My opponents Psychotic Goth and the current champion El Combatiente.

He drops his head.

Frostbite.. Goth, we just had a bloodbath. We brutalizes each other so much that we had to be rushed to a local hospital.

Frostbite laughs..

Frostbite.. Well Let's say one of us did because I had to come back and get my point across. I was going to drop the champion on his head, but had s change of plans when Syberus and Socieity of New Breed were celebrating the huge win. There is going to come a day and time when that title will be mine, but tonight, another title I am going to put in my trophy case back home. Goth, I am sure once again we will probably go out there and beat the hell out of each other once again. Rest assure this time the violence level will be thousand times more intense. Trust me when I say this..

Frostbite looks square into the camera with an even more intense look in his blue eyes.

Frostbite.. You can pray to whatever God or chant some magic spell but it is not going to save you or protect you from me. I am on a mission, and you are in the way.

A quick pause.

Frostbite.. El Combatiente, you have done well for yourself. You struggle at first but you adjusted and look at you. A Champion.

He bows..

Frostbite.. I can respect that. Since you do not speak any English, I want Javier to communicate this to you.

Frostbite walks over and takes the camera away from a staff member.

Frostbite.. Javier, your boy is in the wrong place and the wrong time. Your boy is about to get brutalized, and the hands of the coldest son of a bitch alive. He might have up his game a little but it is not on that next level. I have been there for years. Tonight your client gets a taste of that level. That television title will be mine.

He tosses the camera to the ground as it breaks.

[warpig]

Chapter 1:

Why am I seeing you?" Andrew asked.

He'd been seeing his friend James for months now. It was one of the reasons he'd left home. He didn't want to lose his mind and possibly hurt Jessica. He'd also been seeing the ghosts of his lost friends. He knew what was wrong. He knew he needed help. So he left. But he hadn't realised that it was him who left.

"No! I don't wanna know about her! She left ME! I needed her but she left." He said to a tree.

His face turned an even paler shade of white. So he lit a cigarette to try and calm himself. It didn't work.

"She's having a baby? That bitch!"

His hands were shaking now and tears began falling from his eyes. He'd always wanted a kid. It would have given him even more purpose and something else to protect.

"No. It can't be mine. She left. There had to be another guy." He told the tree. "You have to leave me alone. Please. Just leave me alone. I tried to save you. I couldn't." He added.

"James. Wait. How is she?" Andrew asked. He wanted to see her but couldn't bring himself to do it. After all, he thought she'd left him. He wanted to hate her for it. He couldn't of course. He'd loved her since he knew what love was.

"That's a lie. She has to be happy. That bitch was laughing when she left." He said before falling to his knees, holding his head in his hands.

Andrew screamed. He screamed as loud as his lungs would let him. It was so loud that it caused nearby birds to fly quickly away. Squirrels scurried away. Afterwards the woods fell silents, save for the whimpering of Andrew Stone.

Chapter 2:

Smoke filled the skies of Afghanistan. This smoke was caused by firebombing Taliban fighters. Andrew had called in the air raid himself. His platoon had come under intense fire as they patrolled a nearby mountain. None of his guys were killed, which was quite duprising considering their position to where the shots were coming from.

"Take that you fucking bastards!" James yelled with a laugh. Andrew looked at him and shook his head. They were still in danger. Andrew saw the enemy running as soon as they heard the plane. He knew that most of them were killed but the rest could have been anywhere.

"Stone. What do you see?" Asked Ssgt Henderson.

Henderson was a tall, broad man with red hair and a goatee. He was very intimidating as his voice was so deep it sounded like he was possessed by demons.

"I'm not sure, sir. It looks like about fifteen of them out there but I can't tell." He said, still looking off into the distance.

"Ok. What do you think we should do?" Henderson asked.

Andrew briefly had a flashback of the ambush on his convoy. He shuddered to think of something similar happening. He took a deep breath and thought for a moment.

"I think we go after them. We can't let them warn others of our position. I'll take James and Reznick. We can take them out from a distance. We'll be back before you know it." Andrew said.

Henderson thought for a moment. It was a good plan but the group being sent was small. He worried that they wouldn't be enough.

"Ok. If anything goes wrong, were raining fire." Henderson replied.

Andrew, James, and the enormous Chris Reznick headed out. Andrew didn't know Reznick very well. He knew the giant man was brave. The two ran into enemy fire together more than once. Reznick was a capable Marine.

The three slowly made their way west, over the Rocky terrain. They low crawled some of the way. Andrew never took his eyes off of the area that had been fire bombed. He didn't see the enemy but felt them watching.

"You see anything?" Reznick asked with his deep southern accent. He was from Mississippi. Andrew thought that being Southern was what made him so brave.

"Shh." Andrew replied. He needed to concentrate and they needed to be quiet. "They're watching." He whispered.

Andrew took the lead. He always took the lead. He was a protector. He'd always insisted on being the first in and last out.

They went a few hundred more yards. The path was agonizingly slow and methodical. The Rocky terrain made it hard to get through. Andrew hated it. They all hated it. They hated everything about that country.

I fucking hate this place" James said just as a gunshot whizzed past. It hit a rock. Andrew stopped. He aimed and fired a shot. He didn't see anyone, but fired to draw them out. It worked. Taliban fighter rained down gunshots of Andrews position.

"Reznick! Cover!" Andrew yelled. He turned to see the big man taking cover behind a rock. "Ok. You see that big one over there, James? Go there. I'll cover you." Andrew said, pointing to a large Boulder to their right and further up the mountain.

James ran to the boulder while Andrew fired at the enemy. "We can't get pinned down!" Andrew yelled. Another bullet whizzed past them, hitting nothing but the drap Earth of Afghanistan. "Ok. Plan is..we make our way close, filling that goat trail. We draw them out." He said.

Slowly they made their way up, taking cover when fired at. It was a slow process as they often had to stop for cover. They'd made their was to a good vantage point when there was another group of shots. Reznick was the best shot of the three so Andrew called him up. "Ok. I'm going to shoot. When you see them pop up, take the shot." Andrew said. Reznick nodded and got ready. But before Andrew could fire, Reznick fell. He'd been shot through the throat. Blood quirted onto Andrews face.

"Fuck." Andrew yelled out. That was when he heard the jets. Bombs fell upon their location. Andrew grabbed James and started sprinting away as fast as they could. But they weren't quite fast enough. Things went black. Andrew felt searing heat and then nothing.

Chapter three.

"Reznick!" Andrew yelled as he sat up. His body was taped at the midsection and he found himself coughing. He quickly looked around to view his surroundings. He was in a white hospital bed.

Standing over him was a brunette woman with honey brown eyes. Her badge read Dr. Gillespie. She was a short but fit looking woman. She looked very tired and had dark circles under her eyes. She seemed happy to see Andrew had woken up.

"I need you to calm down, Andrew. You're at a hospital in Kabul. You were injured in the field." She calmly told him.

"James?" Andrew asked.

"He's fine. He's still asleep but his rounds were no worse than yours. Slight burn but alot of smoke inhalation." She said.

Andrew thought for a moment. He began remembering what had happened. They were on a mountain when they were fire bombed.

"What about the others?" He asked.

The doctor looked as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. "That isn't my place." She told him. Andrew knew what that meant. They were dead. Or atleast most of them were.

"How long was I out?" He asked.

"Two days." Dr Gillespie replied as she looked at his chart. "You're a tough man. If you hadn't acted so quickly we wouldnt be having this conversation." She added.

Andrew took it all in. His squad had been wiped out. He'd been bombed by his own country. But he'd lived and he'd saved his best friend. For a normal man, this would be devastating. But for Andrew Stone, it was dealt with. He closed his eyes and pictured Jessica on their wedding day as he do often did. It calmed him down and put troubles to the back of his mind. He didn't think about the repercussions of his actions. He'd have to deal with everything sooner or later. Even if it would be years down the road.

Chapter Four.

Night had fallen in Louisiana. Andrew Stone sat shirtless under the pale moonlight. The sky was cloudless. Millions of twinkling stars lit a small clearing. In the center of that clearing sat Andrew. A cigarette hung from his chapped lips. His eyes held an indescribable madness. He'd seen alot on this day. He'd relived some very tough moments. But he did that every day. He'd done so for years. He tried to put it at the back of his mind as he do often did but he was having a hard time shaking it. His hands trembled as he ashed the cigarette, not bothering to swat at the mosquitos that were biting at his chest

"So what exactly do you mean by "you haven't faced anyone of my level.", Trent?" He started with a sigh.

"If, by that, you mean that I haven't faced extremely unskilled enemies who try to instill fear into their opponents to get one over on them… Well...I've faced thousands of enemies just like you. I previously called you a brave man. I stand by that. But even the Taliban in Afghanistan were brave. They'd do anything. They would snipe you from a mountain top. They'd rush into a firefight straight away. They'd even put on explosives and blow themselves up. The issue was that, most of the time they were dealt with rather quickly due to not having the training they needed to put up a good fight. So to answer you. Yes. I've fought those of your level. And I'm still standing. I may not be smiling like I used to. I may have seen much better days. But I'm still here and they aren't. Do you understand that?" Andrew said flatly.

He took a long draw.

"I swear. These things will kill me before any brave but completely outclassed man, animal or robot does."

Andrew tossed the butt on the ground before lighting up another one.

"I wish that weren't the case. I don't want to live anymore. The only enemy or opponent I've never been able to best is myself. Once upon a time I would have said that it'd be you, Trent. But the more I think about it, the more I come to realize that maybe living is simply God's way of punishing me. He's thrown me against walls. He's crushed me under weight no man should be able to live through. But I'm still here, pleading for an end. Still fighting for that end I desperately want. So I continue. Every day is a struggle. Every day is a fight. Maybe I'm just too strong even for the big man upstairs to handle. But if I'm too much for him, then surely I'm too much for a guy like yourself. A guy who has very little actual fighting skill and relies far too much on strength and fear mongering.

The reality is that you've never faced anyone even remotely close to being on MY level. Sure you've fought a few guys who could pass as fighters, but only in a school yard. Guys like Syberius, Eddie D, Psycho Goth. Those guys may be big names in a back alley or a bar, but are they considered weapons? Legally speaking, my hands are considered deadly weapons. If we were to meet in a bar like setting and we fought, I could be jailed for assault with a deadly weapon after using only my hands. That's what you're getting yourself into, Trent. You're facing...well...You're facing an actual trained killer." Andrew said, showing no emotion in his voice.

He took a moment to watch the lights of an airplane flying over head. For a brief moment he heard bombs going off. He wanted to duck for cover, but instead he stood up. He was ready for the fight he was sure would be coming. But no fight came. He put it in the back of his mind and pictured Jessica on their wedding day as he often did.

"Time is ticking, Trent. What's it gonna be. Fight or flight? For me? It's always been fight. First in. Last out. The situation never mattered. I was always the first to see trouble and the first to act on it. It's simply my nature. What's yours. Most people would say fight as well, but they'd be wrong. Most people would freeze and wait for someone else in the crowd. The difference is that I've actually been in hostile or life threatening situation and acted swiftly...jumping into action without a second thought. I ask again. Which are you? I'm sure you'd say fight. After all...you're a massive biker. You have to look tough. It's just what you guys do. But do you know the truth? Are you living to yourself? Only time will tell. But what I do know is this. Very soon you'll face your life or death situation and I'll be standing there in front of you. Will you fight?"

Andrew ashed the cigarette and stretched his arms up high.

Fade

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome back everyone. This great London England crowd has seen a dramatic opening tag match. Now they see the former SWAT World Heavyweight Champion Trent Jones, Mr Bones himself, take on the brutal MMA style ex-marine Warpig Andrew Stone.

Andrew Fulton : You’re right. This could be all kinds of awful.

Jeremy Tucker : I wasn’t saying that at all… This is going to be a great match.

Andrew Fulton : We live in hope.

[The lights go out as the first lyrics to Zombie start. Pyro explodes and Warpig walks out carrying an American flag. He takes a moment to take it all in before slowly walking to the ring. He climbs in, sits in a corner and waits]

Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first, currently in the ring, hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana. Coming in at 6’3 and 220 pounds …. THE WARPIG!!! ANDREW STONE!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : The Warpig Andrew Stone looks in great shape, fresh from his win over Armand at the PPV.

Andrew Fulton : And did you see his darling wife Jessica in his promo work? Hubba Hubba… What a Smokeshow.

Jeremy Tucker : I don’t think you should be talking about his wife that way…

Andrew Fulton : I don’t think we should be putting a highly medicated nut job like Trent Jones in a ring with a trained killer with PTSD like Andrew Stone, but no one listens to me around here no more.

The arena lights go out as The Parish by Alla Xul Elu plays. A red light shines as red smoke rises from the entrance area. Trent would usually have hit the ramp by this point in his entrance music but there’s no movement.

Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from The Parish. Coming in at 6’6 and 354 pounds.... Representing the Brothers in Anarchy ... The Nasty One..... Trent Jones!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Well he’s introduced… but I don’t see him.

Andrew Fulton : Your eyes do not deceive you. The ramp is empty.

Jeremy Tucker : Now what?

Andrew Fulton : Now we assume that his promos were correct and we’ve slipped into the paranormal. Death, soul harvesting, rebirth and turning up late?

Jeremy Tucker : Well he did appear to have a serious motorbike accident?

Andrew Fulton : I’m joking. Keep it together Jerry, filling time is what they pay us our extortionate fees to do. Can you tap-dance?

Jeremy Tucker : I have the producer in my ear… Are we getting an alternative opponent?

Andrew Fulton : I ain’t fighting him! After commenting on his wife, favourably I might add… I don’t think it would end well for me. You clearly can’t handle this desk alone anyway Jerry…

Jeremy Tucker : Nope, that was just a suggestion… Apparently Trent has arrived and will be out here shortly…

Trent Jones erupts through the curtains from the backstage and rides down the ramp on his motor bike. Trent is wild eyed and pointing at Warpig in the ring and draws a thumb across his throat as intimidation. Warpig looks unimpressed. Warpig just taps his wrist where a watch would be and beckons Trent to hurry up. Trent Jones parks the bike at ringside and is all smiles at the host of boos that he can hear now that the engine is silenced.

Andrew Fulton : That’s what I call an entrance.

Jeremy Tucker : He’s late and looks high as a kite…

Andrew Fulton : Ok teach, you go tell him he’s got detention…

Jeremy Tucker : The referee sees the heavy duty knee brace on Jones’ left knee, peers down over the top rope asking Jones if he’s fit to fight and Jones gives him a mouthful of abuse… The referee concedes and gets down to business… The Ref is calling them together and Trent is limping up the ring steps and cussing at Andrew Stone every other step.

Andrew Fulton : That crash in his promo between events must have been as serious as it looked… Not sure he should be in the ring with a clear injury. Who cleared this guy to wrestle Mr Magoo? …

Jeremy Tucker : Stone and Jones face off… Jones pushes Stone away with a huge shove… and shows off his bi-ceps… Stone sprints back at Jones and hits him with a SPEAR! …Jones crashes down hard… Stone grabs a hold of Jones’ bad leg and slaps him in a Leg bar… Jones is suffering but he’s dragging himself AND Stone along the canvas to reach the bottom rope for a rope break… The referee begins to count and Stone reluctantly drops the hold and gets back to his feet… Jones uses the ropes to return to his feet… Stone hits the ropes and aims to clothesline Jones to the outside… but, Jones dives down holding the top rope just in time and Stone tumbles to the outside!

Andrew Fulton : Stone is holding his back, but he’s getting up fairly quickly… Jones is tapping his head and looking out at the crowd, proud of his quick thinking… Stone reaches through the ropes and pulls Jones off his feet by the ankles… Stone drags Jones’ leg out across the apron edge… he lifts Jones’ bad leg and slams it down across the apron edge… Jones groans in pain, but thrusts Stone away hard into the ringside railings with his good leg…

Jeremy Tucker : Stone connects with the metal rail back first and clutches his back as Jones joins him on the outside… Jones limps over and repeatedly punches Stone in the head… Jones lifts Stone up in a bear hug as the referee counts the men out… …1… …2… …3… …4… Stone is clearly in pain but he gets the energy to punch and elbow Trent in the face… Trent hits a Belly to Belly suplex! On the outside! …5… …6… …7… Jones rolls back into the ring and barks at the referee to count faster…

Andrew Fulton : Not a smart move… The count is broken while the referee tells Jones to mind his own business and leave the officiating to him… Stone manages to get back up using the rings steps and rolls back in at an extended count of 8…

Jeremy Tucker : Jones stamps on Stone as he comes in… Jones drags Stone up and walks him into the ropes… Irish whip… Jones hits Stone with a huge shoulder tackle! …Covers

1…

2…

Kick-out by Stone…

Andrew Fulton : Jones can complain about the count but he’s wasting time… That leg of his still looks vulnerable to me even though he’s in the ascendency right now…

Jeremy Tucker : Jones drags Stone up and sends him into the ropes again… Stone rebounds and is hit by a BIG BOOT to the face… Stone hits down hard, but Jones is down too, clutching his bad knee…

Andrew Fulton : Not smart going for the big boot there, even if it has been a consistently effective impact tactic for him…

Jeremy Tucker : Jones manages to push the pain away for a moment and gets himself back up… Jones drags Stone up and sends him into the ropes again… Stone rebounds but ducks the attempted clothesline… Jones turns around… CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL by Stone!!! …both men are down for the moment though Stone is moving the faster of the two…

Andrew Fulton : Stone manages to get back to his feet and crosses over to Jones’ feet… slaps Jones in a CLOVERLEAF! …Jones is clearly in agony… smart move from Stone… pain applied on the back and the legs… Jones shows his size and strength again by pulling himself and Stone towards the ropes… The referee is asking Jones if he quits… Jones is shaking his head and makes a huge lunge effort and has a firm grip of the bottom rope… That was close… Jones can’t take much more pressure on that leg without having to tap… walking into a match like this, injured, was not clever…

Jeremy Tucker : Stone drops the hold and stamps on Jones’ damaged leg… Jones rolls away to the outside and tries to walk off the pain in his leg… Stone heads to the outside after Jones… The pair exchange forearm smashes as Jones tries to give himself more space and recovery time… Jones throws a punch… Stone blocks it, steps in and shows amazing strength! …MILITARY PRESS!!! And drops him… Jones’ legs bouncing off the ring steps!!!

Andrew Fulton : Hey he didn’t have the man above his head for long, but wow… That was a show of strength… The referee is counting both men out… 1… …2… …3…

Jeremy Tucker : Sadly that move may have backfired slightly on Stone as he clutches his back… Stone rolls back into the ring and gets up using the ropes… Stone is trying to walk off the pain in his back but you can tell from the anguished look on his face he is clearly in some distress… the referee is still counting Jones out… 4… …5… …6…

Eddie D hits the ramp as a short blast of Linkin Park - One Step Closer echoes out across the PA system. Andrew Stone looks down from the ring and between winces of back pain goads for Eddie to get in the ring and face him. Eddie just laughs and brushes the invite off with a dismissive gesture and starts shouting at Stone from ringside.

Andrew Fulton : What is Eddie saying?

Jeremy Tucker : Something about Stone being a piece of work for fighting Jones knowing that he’s injured? Very colourful language used, glad he’s not mic’d up. Stone is telling Eddie to get lost? What a joke; Eddie is judging others this way? Eddie would never call off a match if he thought he had any kind of advantage in a match.

Andrew Fulton : You’re casting baseless nasturtiums about Eddie’s good name and character.

Jeremy Tucker : Nasturtiums?

Andrew Fulton : Aspersions then… You know what I meant. Eddie’s just concerned for the welfare of his tag partner. The older guys need to remind the younger guys about the unwritten taboos around fighting a lame guy… The champ can voice his opinion can’t he? Even post-Brexit England’s a free country right?

Jeremy Tucker : The referee isn’t happy. He’s telling Eddie to go to the back. Eddie is ignoring him. Eddie has taken a chair from under the ring and has set it up in the aisle and sat down to watch, in spite of the referee’s protests for him to leave… Jones has finally gotten back to his feet and rolled into the ring. I think without this interruption he could well have been counted out here.

Andrew Fulton : We’ll never know Jerry. We’ll never know… Stone hits Jones with some hard lefts and drags Jones’ head down between his legs, smiles out at a concerned Eddie D and hits a CRADLE PILEDRIVER! …and covers

1…

2…

Kick-out by Jones…

Jeremy Tucker : Stone can’t believe it… Stone goes to grab Jones by the leg, but Jones uses his good leg to stun Stone with a huge kick to the face… Stone fell away clutching his face, but Jones is in no shape to capitalise… Stone gathers himself and attempts to drag Jones up and gets a thumb in the eye…

Andrew Fulton : Not sure how many cheap shots it takes to make a comeback, but I think we’re about to find out… Stone is recovering from the thumb to the eye as Jones manages to edge himself up to his knees… a bleary-eyed Stone comes in to drag Jones up again… Low blow shot by Jones... The referee is threatening Jones with a DQ if he keeps these dirty tactics up… Stone has crumbled to the canvas holding his crotch… Jones covers…

1…

Quick kick-out by Warpig

Jeremy Tucker : Jones is still slow to move on that damaged knee but he’s on his feet… Stone has gathered himself and stuns Jones with a quick kick to his bad knee… Stone winds back for the FLASH GRENADE!!?

Andrew Fulton : But no, Jones ducked the huge right-hand swung by Stone, slips in behind him and slaps him in a sleeper… THE LIGHTS OUT MOTHER F’ER!!!

Jeremy Tucker : He’s wrapped his legs around Stone’s waist and Stone is fading fast… Stone lashes out at the damaged knee wrapped around him… Even though you can tell Jones can feel the blows he determinedly blocks it out as he locks his finisher down…

The referee steps in and lifts Stone’s hand. The hand drops…

…...once

…...twice

…...three times!

The referee calls for the bell…

Frank Salazar : And your winner by Technical Knockout .... Representing the Brothers in Anarchy ... Mr Bones ..... Trent Jones!!!

Andrew Fulton : Nice win. TKO. All’s well that ends well.

Jeremy Tucker : That’s your summary?

Andrew Fulton : You think it needs more? OK… You can tell a champion spirit by the way a competitor grinds out wins when they’re, even by their own standards, performing badly. I think the former champ will have to chalk this up as one of those.

Jeremy Tucker : And Eddie D’s interruption doesn’t get a mention?

Andrew Fulton : How much of a distraction really was he? He didn’t lay a finger on Andrew Stone. Eddie was just here for his brother in arms. I’m sure Warpig can empathise.

Eddie D helps Trent Jones limp back to his motorbike and Eddie drives them both around the ring, up the aisle, up the ramp and out of sight.

Jeremy Tucker : Well I think Andrew Stone was cheated out of a huge win here…

Andrew Fulton : Dry your eyes, there will be plenty of time for this hardened Vet to make his way in SWAT… He’s certainly gained some fans tonight; listen to that reaction now that he’s back on his feet and cursing The Brother’s in Anarchy…

Jeremy Tucker : Let’s head to a commercial break… We’ll be right back folks.

[edwarddubin0604]

(The late night fog covers London Bridge and Big Ben tolls midnight as two shadowy figures are walking across the bridge slowly.
They walk slowly and ominously towards the camera which turns out to be Vampira and Psychotic Goth who is laughing maniacally.)

Vampira: "It seems that stupid cartoon of a Television Champion is trying to sound funny but as usual he fails like everyone else who tries to mock 'The King of the Goths.'"

Psychotic Goth: "It's amazing how many idiots try to imitate me. It's amazing how many wannabe Psychotic Goth imitators try to mock me and imitate me but as usual they all fail. They all fail to get my dialects correct and look like a bunch of fucking idiots."

(He laughs and bellows in an old English dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Oh poor El Combatiente. You are such an idiot when it comes to mocking me. You poor foolish little boy who stole my television championship victory in that battle royal. Now we meet again in a three way, but you should consider yourself lucky champion since you can sit at ringside with your slimy manager talking to Venom on your cellphone. You can watch me and Frostbite tear each other apart and kill each other while you watch the carnage."

(Psychotic Goth roars in an old English dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Of course you can El Combatiente. You can see two monsters destroying each other and spare yourself the possibility of spending the night in the ICU wings in the hospital. My advice to you is quite simple and so easy and that is don't interfere. Just go for the cheap pinfall victory and retain your championship in a fluke victory."

(He laughs demonically.)

Psychotic Goth: "Imagine El Combatiente you could be content with getting just that after Frostbite and I kill each other and that stupid manager of yours can brag about it and you can again do a bad impersonation of me. You probably would do another stupid imitation of me that would be worse than the first. Oh El Combatiente continue to be a fool and don't take my word for it. I know you'll be foolish enough to do so."

(Psychotic Goth laughs and yells in an old English dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Now Frostbite I haven't completely forgot about you. I haven't forgotten the fact that I'll be facing you as well being this is a triple threat match and the champion doesn't need to be pinned to lose his championship. Yeah you wasted an ambulance ride just to come back to the arena only to be screwed out of a chance to screw Soutter."

(He laughs and shakes his head.)

Psychotic Goth: "Meanwhile I was in the hospital, but not for long since a few personnel were....How can I say it? They were placed in ICU when they tried to stop me from leaving the hospital. You think they could stop me from coming for you Frostbite. I'm like a monster that can not die. Think of me as Freddy Krueger, who keeps coming back and terrorizes you in your nightmares."

(Psychotic Goth laughs and roars again in an old English dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "That's right and tonight I become Jack the Ripper. I'm going to spread terror and carnage in the ring tonight at both you and El Combatiente's expense. Tonight you are in my place of power. You are in the heart of my kingdom and my army of goths shall be at full strength and I shall devastate. I shall annihilate. I shall destroy and decimate and ravage the ring with a vengeance never seen before."

(He roars in an old English dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Frostbite the ring shall be running with our blood again and then El Combatiente shall see his blood flow from under his mask. Would you like to see that Javier. How about you Venom. Would you just love to see the true bloodshed that's going to be spilled in the ring. You shall see the true violence that two individuals can unleash on one another."

(Psychotic Goth laughs demonically again.)

Psychotic Goth: "You want to see what two wrestlers can do to each other when they both go primal on the other. You want to see the savagery and destruction two individuals can do to each other. Watch El Combatiente when the rage and fury of two hated enemies are locked in a vicious struggle spilling blood and delivering the pain that no other individual can inflict on the other."

(He laughs louder and roars in an old English dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "As I mentioned before El Combatiente you should be grateful that me and Frostbite will be out to demolish each other so you can have it easy to choose who to pin for a cheap victory without getting hurt too much. You can then claim a great victory while me and Frostbite were doing most of the beating down of each other."

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

Psychotic Goth: "When it's time to step into the ring. The ring shall run with blood. There shall be great pain and agony as you Frostbite and I beat each other down and destroy each other. El Combatiente you had better hope that you catch us when we are down because one of us shall be take your life and place you in the ICU wing for a very long time. There shall be a new champion and hat champions shall be me. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall make sure this omen shall come true."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

[ManMountainFierce]

KGB Productions Presents...


A James Fierce Experience 


To Johnnie, with Love.




The scene opens to a rainy, gloomy, gray West Virginia sky. Nothing new, nothing is ever new here in the Mountain state, except maybe a stronger opioid.

Trailers and shanties line the winding roads

Broken down coal trucks sit empty 

Make America Great Again and Confederate Battle Flags are as common as the litter and trash that lines yards of the trailer parks

But that's not what we're here for,

Tonight, live from some holler in West Virginia

James Fierce honors a legend.

James Fierce bares his true feelings of appreciation of the legendary icon of Hardkore World.

Tonight, on LIVE  to Tape footage from the depressed hollers of the land of mountaineers

James Fierce thanks Johnnie Valentine.

So without further ado or contemplative words that have zero meaning:

James enters into the scene with  his best mason jar filled full of his best batch , made from his finisest  crops.


James Fierce: Thank you Johnnie .  You gave me an opportunity once, and that's all I really needed.  Onc fucking chance, something that Paul and SWAT didn't deem prudent at the time. Sure I was living the good life in the Caribbean, but that territory was small time. Thank you Johnnie for not believing Paul's nonsense. 

Now James is done thanking Johnnie. 

That's it. 

He thanked him. 

He thanked him for an opportunity that was nearly two decades ago.

He thanked him for overlooking Paul's stupidity in booking James as his second fiddle.

Now James will appreciate his booking prowess through the decades. 

James Fierce: I appreciate your years of dedication to the wrestling business. You brought intrigue to that Palm Springs federation. You allowed stars to shine. You showcased violence and you showcased the purest of the purest wrestling technicians. I appreciate your efforts through the years.


James appreciates Johnnie's contribution to the business.

James did it well.

James let the world know that he thought Johnnie was the best booker to book .

James let the world know that he thinks Johnnie is one hell of a promoter.  

Now James does something different. 

James criticizes Johnnie. 

 James Fierce: The Society was always your baby. It was the priority. It was a gang of killers led by the mafioso  brutality that brought fear and respect to the wrestling industry.  It was some pretty cool shit to see, although those evil bastards like Kilroy and Karnage never really added anything of value, but they were good pets you kept around. 

This current group though...is a head scratcher. 

There are no killers. I don't see no rapid dogs. I just see ha-ha's for ha ha sake. 

That's cool I suppose Johnnie. 

Get your cheers.

Get your laughs. 

I do look forward to our encounter. 

I'm  sure it'll entertain. 

But bookerman, while I respect the hell out of you

The Dirt Show has begun

And frankly, I wanna hear you squeal

 
Fin.

[Soutter]

[We switch to one of the rooms in the back, its been set up with lots of chairs, and a dais front and square. The Big Bad Bustling Bandit, Paul Soutter, is standing at the dais, he is wearing an expensive suit and looks very sombre. As we pan around the people gathered they all seem very sombre also.]

Soutter : I would like to share a few words with you all about a great man who we tragically lost last week. This man was near and dear to us all, and he had a special place in my heart.

[Soutter pauses and adjusts his glasses uncomfortably.]

Soutter : Bruno was THE OG! He grew up tough, on the streets of the CPT! Compton. He WAS the Compton Colossal. Those streets, as we all know, they are not for the weak. And when you are bigger and badder than everyone else then you become a target, everyone wants to make a name for themselves against the biggest.

[Soutter adjusts his tie]

Soutter : He stood tall, and proud, and earned the respect of those who tried to make their name at his expense. Much the same as his wrestling career.

Bruno was a pioneer in this world. He was a UWA original. He and his long time tag partner Dakahuna forming one of the greatest teams of all time. He was the very first TKOW World Champion! A UCW World Champion!

More than all of that, he was loyal! Through and through. When SWAT reformed he knew his body was shot, but he pulled on the boots again, just to help us get moving. He suffered a career ending injury and that’s when the loyalty was repaid, I offered him a spot at my side, to watch my back. He took to this role with gusto and outshone most of the active talent.

Every step of the way, through all the drama’s with Pesci and Sainovic, the Bandits and the Society, each and everyone who wanted to take me down, he was there by my side.

Here’s to Bruno! The best bodyguard … nay … friend, anyone could ask for. We just celebrated the memorial of Adrian Tanner and Reginald Packer last week, and as of next year we will add Bruno to that tribute!

[Suit closes his eyes for a moments pause, and sighs, he then opens them and has a look of grim determination.]

Soutter : As for you Armand von Krauss! I don’t know why you are not in jail right now, but believe you me, when I am finished with you in that ring tonight, you will be wishing for a cell to protect you.

You have came in here and totally crossed the line! If it were a stupid junky like Blackstone telling us of his adventures he would be laughed out of town. What is the difference between you and he? You run around with them clowns all you like, and I’m not talking the painted face ones. I made them and I will break them. Timeless is gone now, thanks to Caffrey, I have a slight regret it wasn’t at my own hand, but the end result is he is outta here. You will be next!

I am THE SUIT!

The Centre of Attention!

The Big Bad Bustling Bandit!

Mad Dog Paulie Mutha Fucken Soutter!!

I got the Skill to Thrill!

The Name to Entertain!

I’m loud and proud and well ENDOWED!

I’m about to give you Armand a wake up call and reality check, and show you exactly who does run the show around here, and I like it like that!

[Venom 🕷]

Backstage Javier and El Combatiente sit in their locker room. It’s a big upgrade from the converted broom closet Javier secured when they first joined SWAT. It’s a real locker room, with a locker to hang up street clothes and in EC’s case spare masks. Javier is sitting and EC bursts out.

EC: Why did you have to do that?

Javier: Do what?

EC: Mimic Goth. I know you did it because I watched his promo and he said I mimicked him and I know I didn’t so it must’ve been you.

Javier: What? How did you even watch his promo.

EC: Goth has his promos translated into every language.

Javier: Of course he does, that bastard. Let me see what he said.[/i][/font]

Javier pulls out his phone and jabs at it a few time before the Goth promo plays. After it’s finished he shakes his head.

Javier: Terrible? My impersonation was dead on. My accent may have made it sound slightly off but I nailed it.

EC: So you did it?

Javier: Yes, of course.

EC: Why?

Javier: Because it’s ridiculous. He expects us to think he’s a vampire or something because he can speak an ancient dialect? It’s more likely he majored in dead languages and when he realized he couldn’t find a job with that stupid degree he used it to become a wrestler. It’s bullshit.[/i][/font]

EC shakes his head.

EC: What did to say to Frostbite? Please say you didn’t mimic him.

Javier: No. I said what we talked about, that we were going to erase the loss to him from the record bowoks. I told him it was time for revenge.

EC: But it’s not about revenge! It’s about prestige.

Javier: Prestige?

EC: Yes. Avenging that loss and competing this match will bring the prestige of this belt up. Right now no one cares about it. It’s just some shiny new piece of metal the ownership threw out there for people to fight over. It doesn’t mean anything. Last week tho I raised the prestige a little by beating one half of the tag team champs. This week I can raise it by avenging my only loss and slaying two monsters at the same time. Then at ATG I’ll raise it even more by competing against a former X*Crown Champion on a global event. Even if I lose the title being on that show in that high profile of a match will raise the prestige.

Javier: I think revenge is better.

EC: I know you do, but I’m not back here for revenge. If I was I’d be in GUNS trying to get my hands on Venom or knocking down the doors of XHF Headquarters to get retribution, but I’m not here for that. I’m here to get my name back, to get my history back, and I do that by earning it.

Javier: Alright, but can I practice my impressing for you.

EC: No.

Javier: Fine.[/i][/font]

And we cut back to the arena.

[edwarddubin0604]

(The tron shows Vampira and Psychotic Goth surrounded by black and gray smoke with fire in the background. He continues to laugh loud maniacally as he looks out at the ringsiders.)

Vampira: "El Combatiente. Once again your manager Javier lied to you and once again you fell for it in your naïve mind but how long can you keep falling or it until you had enough."

(Psychotic goth stops laughing and looks out at the ringsiders.)

Psychotic Goth: "El Combatiente. Why do you keep believing Javier when he lies to your face? You were there in the ring when he mocked me. You were there when he thought he was so smug and yet you believed his excuse that he wasn't mocking me. Javier's impersonations of me were so pathetic I almost felt sorry for him but since he's deceitful. He can not be forgiven so easily and so mercifully and I am not that kind of individual."

(He bellows in an old English dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "You know what they say Javier 'Don't do bad impersonations that your life can't cover by your insurance policy.'"

(Psychotic Goth laughs maniacally.)

Psychotic Goth: "You think I learned all these accents from some garbage college or university. You think I wasted my time learning those dialects. You are dead wrong dear Javier. You are truly dead wrong poor Javier. Oh I have to admit you are quite the court jester and with a little work I can add you to my court to entertain me. I'll even supply the court jester outfit to make sure you look appropriate as the joker."

(Psychotic Goth burst out laughing louder as the smoke and flames rise as he bellows in an old English dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Oh you are such an idiot Javier. You sound like Paul Heyman makes predictions that backfire on Brock Lesner and just like him you ae going to do the same thing to El Combatiente. So you want to feel the fangs of a real vampire practicioner little Javier. I'll be more than happy to introduce you to a real vampire practicioner."

(He slowly turns to look at Vampira who hisses like a vampire as he laughs demonically.)

Vampira: "Javier don't push your luck or I'll show why I'm always hungry for bite. Do you wan that little man. I know you do, but for your sake stay away from the ring or you may get a bite that may make you my personal servant. You want that Javier. I know you do. So you better hope that El Combatiente retains the SWAT Television Championship or else he won't have a manager anymore. I'll have a servant for life if my husband wins."

(She laughs as the flames and smoke thickens.)

Psychotic Goth: "It gives you extra motivation to win doesn't it El Combatiente. Of course you can sit it out most of the match and you can pin one of us for a cheap victory as I mentioned earlier. Which brings me to Frostbite and like I mentioned earlier it's going to be a blood batch in the ring. Let's see who survive this next chapter in our great rivalry."

(He laughs and roars demonically.)

Psychotic Goth: "We all know we love blood. We all know we enjoy delivering the pain and receiving greater amounts of pain. The ringsiders won't be disappointed when we beat each other down and it's going to be such a great beat down when we go at it."

(Psychotic Goth roars in an old English dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Yes I know you're going to be praying and talking in any dialect yourself just to give yourself confidence even though you are thinking you already are confident. Will your old supporters Satan's Disciples come out to assist you knowing you'll need them to back you up. I know that's why you sent that text to them. You need them more than they need you since you proved you couldn't beat them both in a handicap match."

(He laughs demonically.)

Psychotic Goth: "We shall see if you can reach that summit and grab that prized Television Championship and prove your friends wrong. Let's see if you can grab that golden ring for your first championship or will it end in failure as usual. We're going to see won't we Frostbite. We shall see. I can't wait to get into the ring with you and El Combatiente unless he can stay out of it and let us handle our business in the ring.
Then again he may decide not to lose his title to us as we try to kill each other."

(Psychotic Goth roars in an old English dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Let's continue to beat down each other after the match is over and try to throw ourselves off a loading bay. Then again you'll see me still get up and continue to come at you. That's how much of nightmare you shall experience when you and I resume our war in Battleground 30: London is Calling."

(He laughs again.)

Psychotic Goth: "Yes Frostbite London is going to fall when we collide in the ring for the SWAT Television Championship. Yes London Bridge shall be falling down when we make this venue shake so hard it's going to be on a large earthquake scale. London shall burn when we set this city on fire. What a wonderful possibility Frostbite when we step into the ring with El Combatiente."

(Psychotic Goth roars and laughs as he lowers his head and raises his arms and flings his head up reveal lying his pal handsome goth like looks.)

Psychotic Goth: "In a matter of moments the three of us will step into the ring for that SAT Television Championship and only one individual will prevail. I shall be that person and I shall win the SWAT Television Championship. Thus I have spoken and thus this prediction shall come true."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

[Jonnie Valentine]

("Let's All Go To The Lobby" plays as we open on "The Delightful" Jonnie Valentine and the SWAT World Heavyweight Champion 110% Syberus in an empty movie theater)


Jonnie Valentine: Hello and welcome back to Jonnie and Syberus...


Syberus and Jonnie: (together) AT THE B(Jonnie) MOVIES /(Syberus) CINEMA!



(Both look at one another like the other one said the wrong thing)


Jonnie Valentine: Let me start out by congratulating you for your thrilling World title win over Trent Jones, Mr. Cash For Homes.


(Syberus pretends to have forgotten he was wearing the SWAT World title belt and double takes when he looks down)


110% Syberus: Oh- why thank you, it's good to finally have someone worth watching in the World title picture for a change. Hopefully this means I don't have to watch another Trent Jones promo.


Jonnie Valentine: I'm glad you brought that up, because today we're going to screen Trent Jones promos.


110% Syberus: You're joking?


Jonnie Valentine: Serious as that rash on Eddie Jones' crotch. Let's start out with this dandy.


(The theater darkens and Jonnie and Syberus watch a Trent Jones promo)

******* 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”.

110% Syberus: Always knew Eddie carried Trent Jones' bags.


Jonnie Valentine: It pays to have a weightlifting lackey.

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.

Jonnie Valentine: Why doesn't The Goth Girl have a name yet?


110% Syberus: Psychotic Goth would like a word.

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.

Jonnie Valentine: She doesn't want the towel, Molly. Take the hint.


110% Syberus: No means no.

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.

Jonnie Valentine: How many towels does this place have??


110% Syberus: Trent really enjoys the finer things.

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.

110% Syberus: This has really taken a turn for the sleazy.


Jonnie Valentine: (yells at the screen) Watch out, Molly! She's got her nipples hardened!

She again can’t help but notice how beautiful she is. But then she notices the very hard nipples under her wet top.

110% Syberus: Oh dear, she's noticed them


Jonnie Valentine: You gotta get up pretty early in the morning to sneak nipples past her.

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.”

110% Syberus: Then drink the tea, love.

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.

Jonnie Valentine: Splat!

Then the girl removes her bra and her lovely firm breast. Molly's eyes focus on her ever so hard nipples

Jonnie Valentine: Molly definitely likes nipples, I gotta say.


110% Syberus: Well, they are ever so hard after all.

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.

110% Syberus: Uhh....perfectly smoothed groin?


Jonnie Valentine: Yeah, this is....this is gross.


110% Syberus: Trent's entire world is written like the fantasy of a teen virgin that's bullied for playing D&D. I'm just surprised Molly isn't a half-orc cleric.

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.”

110% Syberus: The Goth Girl continues to be a bad influence to our younger viewers, you don't want to mix stimulants with sedatives.

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.

Jonnie Valentine: This feels like a lot to know about Molly.


110% Syberus: And how hasn't she found the time by the way? What does she spend every waking hour just sweeping the Parish floors waiting for Trent to spill in from another barfight? SPEND TIME ON YOU MOLLY.

“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?

110% Syberus: Because it's a dreadful thing to have to admit.

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.

Jonnie Valentine: Language.


110% Syberus: Eau de wet possum.

“So Molly I am starting to get really warm, what if we go put on some sexy pajamas and watch a movie or something?”

110% Syberus: By the way how many of this stranger's clothes does Goth Girl want to invite herself to wear? “And after that we should put on a couple of your onesies and play kerplunk”.


Jonnie Valentine: Aw man, we should have jammies for this. Greg!


(Greg heelies down the theatre aisleway)


Greg The Assistant: Yes, sir?


Jonnie Valentine: I'm so sorry. Can we get pajamas.


Greg The Assistant: Of course. (to Syberus) You seem like a medium?


110% Syberus: That's right. Cotton, not satin please.


Greg The Assistant: Perish the thought.


(Greg skates back up the aisle to the door)

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.

110% Syberus: I'm getting concerned over Molly's redness. She may be having an allergic reaction to the wine.


Jonnie Valentine: Night Train will do that to you.

“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.”

110% Syberus: Alright now I'm calling bullshit. I've tried that line and it doesn't work.


Jonnie Valentine: I think that's how we lost Suzi Spitz. I'm starting to think The Goth Girl isn't the cinema buff she's pretending to be here.

Molly turns on the tv and the XHF network is replaying Trent’s match again.

110% Syberus: Here we go, finally, some entertainment!

She quickly changes it as the goth girl cuddles up to her.

110% Syberus: (disappointed) Aw...

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!!!!”

Jonnie Valentine: Ugh.


110% Syberus: That is vile.


Jonnie Valentine: I just assumed everyone was a better lover then Trent, I didn't need proof.

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.

Jonnie Valentine: Dear god, why is it still wet 8 hours later??


Syberus: Clearly the utilities at the Parish need restorative work.

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.

110% Syberus: Well, that was bound to happen.


Jonnie Valentine: Trent's become a supporting player in his own promo.


110% Syberus: Trent's an NPC.

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.

Jonnie Valentine: This guy is flush with towels!


110% Syberus: You get them when you're champion. Zoran Sainovic just sent me mine, they're lovely.


Jonnie Valentine: I never got any towels. Lousy Joe Pesci...

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.

110% Syberus: Hooray, they killed him! Finally- some relatable characters.


Jonnie Valentine: We're gonna need Psychotic Goth to translate this one. Greg!!

(Greg skates down in his heelies with two pairs of pajamas)


Greg The Assistant: (waving pajamas) Got them right here, sir!


Jonnie Valentine: Huh? No, could you get Psychotic Goth over here to translate The Parrish for us?


Greg The Assistant: But he bites.


110% Syberus: Isn't that Vampira?


Jonnie Valentine: It's both. Please, Greggums? See? They're chanting, and me no habla.


Greg The Assistant: I'll see what I can do.


(Greg skates back up the aisleway)

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?”

110% Syberus: (crossing his fingers and wishing) Pleaseno pleaseno pleaseno...


Jonnie Valentine: So that was the cliff hanger. We can check out part two tomorrow. What have we learned?


110% Syberus: Molly is pretty easy to talk into anything?


Jonnie Valentine: Definitely. She should also keep her phone charged.


110% Syberus: I liked the start- where it was dark for 30 seconds, but then it all went downhill. And toss all those wet towels in the wash. It probably smells like a bloody golden retriever in there. 


Jonnie Valentine: This was fun, but unfortunately I'm not fighting Trent Jones in London. I'm facing James Fierce. James Fierce thinks his living conditions scare me, and he's right. Fierce has spent up all the money I gave him and now is hoping to pay off the second mortgage he took out on the double wide by beating me. Now you lead a bunch of ex-opponents of The Human Dropkick Machine, what's left of all the people I forgot to run out of this industry. 

110% Syberus: I like James Fierce's current shtick though, where he delivers three sentences a month like clockwork. Such is the desperation of SWAT for talent, any talent, that can differentiate assholes from elbows that I'm sure he's on a pretty lucrative contract all the same. What about me? I've only just dragged this puppy out of the clutches of Trent Jones' immense failure and I have to defend it against two of my own stablemates. Two guys with the capability of winning gold as we've already seen. Rally is checking off the titles like he's going through a 2002 renaissance. He's still got all the fire of the Rally Jackson I teamed with about 65lbs and eight sexual harassment lawsuits ago.


Jonnie Valentine: James says he's not impressed and yet The Society of the New Breed is currently the SWAT World Heavyweight Champion and the top two contenders. This has been a long time coming, James, you Ferocious Bandit, you Iron Bear, you Hillbilly Assassin. Don't worry about me, I'll get my cheers. I'll get my Ha Has. Then I'll squeal...with delight. 


110% Syberus: Ok...?


Jonnie Valentine: What?


110% Syberus: No, it's just...


Jonnie Valentine: Because I'm "The Delightful" Jonnie Valentine?


110% Syberus: Sure, sure. It's fine. 


Jonnie Valentine: I like it. (pouts) I don't care. I'm gonna squeal with delight. I don't care what anyone says. 


110% Syberus: Thanks for joining us on Jonnie and Syberus...


Syberus and Jonnie: (together) AT THE B(Jonnie) MOVIES /(Syberus) CINEMA!


("Lets All Go To The Lobby" plays as the lights turn down and Syberus and Jonnie pretend to talk about movies silently)  

[frostbite]

Jeremy Tucker: Who in the hell turn down AC in here it feels as though it is twenty below in here.

Andrew Fulton.. I did to step outside and actually get in the heat just get warm, because it is quite cold.

Suddenly the titan tron begins to crack because it is become so cold in here, but something is trying to come into focus a blue mist is all we can see. The scene fades out but it once again fades back in, as it is snowing.

Jeremy Tucker.. What in the hell is going on around here?

As the snow begins to let up, we see a blue hoodie and nothing more.

Voice.. The end has begun gentlemen.

The titan tron zooms back out as this is what is on the blue hoodie written in big white letters.

Voice.. Ah the end, so final don't you think?

The person lifts there head up as we see that it is Frostbite.

Frostbite.. Those words are quite fitting. Think about It? It was a few short weeks ago my doctor told me the possibility of that I might have cancer. Cancer is and can be at times the end of someone. Now while I sit here and wait on the results, well life must go on, or in this case the show must go on.

Frostbite drops his head.

Frostbite.. On the last show it was almost the end for Goth has he found out if you simply get in my way it will be the end, right. Goth, I certainly hear you loud and clear. You want to pick up where he left off. I have no problem with that, but remember how it ended for you, for the both of us. We took trips to the hospital, all to simply please these idiots our here. When we got that ring in a few minutes, I look forward to picking up the pieces whatever is left from your broken down body because I promise you this much..

Frostbite laughs.

Frostbite.. Your lover will borrow a broom from the janitor as sweep up whatever is left after I am done with you. You would like to throw me off a loading dock. I am sure the wheels are turning his head right now and has plans for that match as I speak right now. The loser of that match actually gets thrown off the loading docks. Goth after the match, give it or beat shot, but just remember you are going to take that ride to hell with me.

He slowly picks up his head as you can see the intense look in his blue eyes.

Frostbite.. El Combatiente, please do not let believe for one second that I am going to take my eye off of you. That would be a foolish mistake on my part. Goth might not look in your direction and consider you a threat but I know in a triple threat match you must have eyes in the back of your head. I know Javier will do anything to make sure his meal ticket dies not lose the tv title and I do not blame him. But then again, I know Vampire will slap the taste out of his month in an instance so I am not worried about him at all.

Frostbite snaps his fingers as it is snowing inside the arena now.

Frostbite.. I know you feel the odd man left out in the war myself and Goth have going on. El Combatiente, you are the tv champion and you have something to prove to not only myself and Goth but to everybody in that locker room that you are a good champion. You see I believe it was in the movie called Roadhouse.

Never underestimate your opponent, exempt the unexempted. But the theme of the night is the end has begun. Your title reign is coming to an end. Goth might think he is going to win. But tonight, El Combatiente, and is near for you my friend. I hope you and Javier are having a nice little fiesta or a going away party for her.

He closes his eyes.

Frostbite.. Because she is coming with me.

He opens his eyes, as he snaps his fingers. The snow has stopped in the arena and the AC returns to normal.

Frostbite.. The end has begun.

He laughs as the scene cuts off.

[SWAT Team]

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 soliders walking in unison and that image fades out and another of a huge nuclear explosion as you see nothing but ashes and dust of a city. The lights in the arena go completely dark for a few seconds as it comes back up a blue light is seen up the show of the steps as someone is standing up there wearing a gray hoodie with their head down. As they slowly pick up their head, we can see an intense look in their blue eyes, we see that it is Frostbite. He takes a walk down the steps as fans 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. He begins to climb the steps and jumps over the top ropes. He continues to look at his opponent not taking his eyes off of his opponent as the lights turns back to normal and his music fades as he is ready for a war. .



Frank Salazar : The following contest is a triple threat match with a 10 minute time limit and is for the SWAT TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing now, hailing from Boulder, Colorado. Coming in at 6’2 and 225 pounds ....representing the KGB ..... The Cold Hearted Bastard .... FROSTBITE!!!

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.



Jeremy Tucker: Two very dangerous challengers indeed for El Combatiente's TV title.

The opening of the Game’s “One Blood” hits the pa system and El Combatiente follows his manager Javier onto the stage. They look around soaking up there surrounding until El Combatiente breaks into a full sprint for the ring and slides in. Javier slowly walks to ringside and takes his position at ringside as El Combatiente stretches in the ring preparing for his match to begin.



Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from South Los Angeles, CA. Coming in at 5’9 and 219 pounds .... HE IS THE SWAT TELEVISION CHAMPION... EL COMBATIENTE!!!



[The referee calls for the bell and all three men eye each other up.]



Andrew Fulton: Here we go, I'm excited for this! A triple threat for the TV title, this will be carnage.



Jeremy Tucker: El Combatiente and Goth lock up dead centre. El Combatiente immediately flips over Psychotic Goth with an arm drag!



Andrew Fulton: Frostbite shoulder blocks down the champ!



Jeremy Tucker: Goth shoots a sly grin at Frostbite. Back to his feet, El Combatiente hits a leg lariat on Goth.



[Javier Nunez applauds on the outside but then argues with Vampira. El Combatiente turns Goth into a hammerlock. Goth quickly reverses into a hammerlock of his own. El Combatiente nips up the turnbuckle and flips over the top!]



Jeremy Tucker: El Combatiente ducks a clothesline attempt from Frostbite, but as Goth comes back off the ropes it's he that takes the impact!!



Andrew Fulton: Frostbite goes to grab El Combatiente but gets rocked by a jawbreaker.



Jeremy Tucker: Irish whip reversal by El Combatiente, from Psychotic Goth, Goth leaps over the top as El Combatiente planks out. Goth comes back with a sunset flip!



Referee Don Cole: 1... (Frostbite breaks the count.)



Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite drags Goth up to his feet but Goth fires back at him with right hands.



Andrew Fulton: Frostbite slams him into the corner, and comes in with a splash!



Jeremy Tucker: He then turns around and catches El Combatiente in mid air- brutal spinebuster!



Referee Don Cole: 1... (El Combatiente kicks out)



Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite lunges in again on Goth but Goth pulls the ropes down and Frostbite tumbles to the mat below!



Andrew Fulton: And then there were two!



Jeremy Tucker : Goth has the champ all to himself if he can capitalise.



[Psychotic Goth rocks El Combatiente back with some right hands into a corner. He hip tosses him out from the corner and applies an arm lock.]



Jeremy Tucker: Submission applied by Goth, yanking back on that arm socket.



Andrew Fulton: El Combatiente flips up with a head scissors and takes Goth over!



[El Combatiente ducks a return clothesline and drops Goth with a neck breaker. Goth rolls around holding the back of his head and kicking at the canvas. Javier Nunez pounds on the apron and yells at El Combantiente to keep it up. Vampira screams at him and he jumps.]



Jeremy Tucker: El Combatiente waits for Goth stalking his prey. Goth back to his feet, in comes El Combatiente with a spinning heel kick!



Andrew Fulton: El Combatiente drags Goth back to his feet and shoots him to the ropes with an irish whip. Goth comes back with a shoulder block!



Jeremy Tucker: Psychotic Goth hooks El Combatiente by the arms and delivers a tiger bomb!!



Referee Don Cole: 1... 2... (El Combatiente kicks out)



[Goth glares at the ref before rolling his wrist and getting back to his feet. He whips El Combatiente to the ropes but El Combatiente reverses, and takes him out with a leg lariat.]



Jeremy Tucker: El Combatiente bursts back to life!



Andrew Fulton: He comes off the ropes with a springboard moonsault!



Referee Don Cole: 1... 2... (Goth kicks out)



[Javier Nunez screams more instruction at El Combatiente, who climbs to the top turnbuckle. He comes off with a huge 450 splash but Psychotic Goth moves at the last moment!]



Jeremy Tucker: Oohhh what impact!



Andrew Fulton: El Combatiente's body just crashed to the canvas from a great height.



Referee Don Cole: 1... 2... thr(Frostbite breaks the count)



Jeremy Tucker: Uh-oh here comes Frosty back in the ring, he crushes Psychotic Goth with a german suplex!



Andrew Fulton: Look at that power.



Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite then hits a HUGE powerslam on El Combatiente!!



Referee Don Cole: 1... 2... thr(Goth breaks the count)



Jeremy Tucker: Two close falls!



Andrew Fulton: Frostbite blocks a right hand, knee to the midsection and now going for a piledriver on Goth, this would surely finish it- but the TV Champ comes flying over with the crossbody!!



Jeremy Tucker: El Combatiente drags Goth back to his feet and lights up his chest with some chops.



[Psychotic Goth drives El Combatiente into the corner and bulldozes some shoulders into his chest. El Combatiente staggers out and Goth snaps him down with a jumping cutter.]



Jeremy Tucker: This could be it!



Referee Don Cole: 1... 2... (El Combatiente kicks out)



Jeremy Tucker: Kick out at two.



Andrew Fulton: We're starting to see an increase in the impact these guys are throwing at each other. Especially when Frostbite reentered the ring!



[Goth pulls El Combatiente back up and whips him to the ropes, Goth goes for a spinning back fist but El Combatiente ducks it and comes back with a low drop kick.]



Jeremy Tucker: Take down by El Combatiente, and here he climbs the turnbuckle, looking to go high risk again.



Andrew Fulton: Look out Goth!



Jeremy Tucker: Hurricanrana!



[ El Combatiente flips Goth over head and he sits back up dazed. El Combatiente nips up with an Enziguri!]



Referee Don Cole: 1... 2... (Frostbite breaks the count)



Jeremy Tucker: What a match we're witnessing here between these three men for the SWAT Television title! All of them leaving nothing behind in their pursuit of a victory here.



[Frostbite hits a full nelson slam on El Combatiente as Nunez slaps the apron. Frostbite looks up and chases Nunez away from the edge of the ring, kicking at him from under the ropes.]



Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite doesn't want to get distracted here!



Andrew Fulton: He turns into an enziguri by El Combatiente!



Andrew Fulton: Goth back to his feet, El Combatiente goes for the clothesline, but Goth reverses into a sleeper hold!



Jeremy Tucker: Ohh he could have him here! Could Goth grab this victory by TKO??



[Goth wrenches on the sleeper and steps his foot onto the back of El Combatiente's knee, forcing him down.]



Jeremy Tucker: El Combatiente struggles, but Goth has this sleeper on tight.



Andrew Fulton: After a flurry of action, Goth now takes this match to a dead stop, applying the sleeper and driving the air out of El Combatiente's throat.



Jeremy Tucker: And grounding El Combatiente is the perfect weapon to cutting off his high risk arsenal.



Andrew Fulton: I'm telling you, Psychotic Goth could be taking the title here tonight. He's a mainstay in SWAT and his brutal style leaves no prisoners.



Jeremy Tucker: I think this one could go any way! Frostbite is nursing the back of his head but starting to stir here, he needs to shake off those cobwebs and soon!



[The referee raises El Combatiente's arm once, it falls. Javier Nunez desperately yells at El Combatiente over and over, trying to wake him up.]



Andrew Fulton: It looks like he's out!



Jeremy Tucker: I think you may be right!



[The referee raises El Combatiente's arm again, it falls for a second time.]



Jeremy Tucker: If El Combatiente's arm falls one more time, this match is over.



[The referee raises El Combatiente's arm for the final time, but he clenches his fist.]



Jeremy Tucker: No! It's not over yet! El Combatiente lays in some elbows, breaking himself free of the sleeper, he leaps off the middle rope with a springboard press but Goth catches him with a body slam!!



Referee Don Cole: 1... 2... (El Combatiente kicks out)



Andrew Fulton: What a move, Goth completely cutting off his fightback!



[Goth drags El Combatiente up and hits a bulldog off the second rope.]



Jeremy Tucker: Goth driving El Combatiente's face right into the canvas. He could be in trouble here, looks like Goth has successful taken control of proceedings.



[Frostbite launches himself and takes out Psychotic Goth with a springboard clothesline.]



Jeremy Tucker: And here. Comes. Frostbite.



Andrew Fulton: Death Valley Driver to El Combantiente!! He's got the champion for sure!!



Referee Don Cole: 1... 2... (Goth breaks the count)



Jeremy Tucker: SO CLOSE.



Andrew Fulton: Frostbite didn't take kindly to that and rages at Goth, both men now trading right hands.



Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite headbutts Goth, and drops him with a DDT.



Andrew Fulton: Frostbite now in complete control. He hooks up El Combatiente for a front brainbuster!! Snowstorm!!



[El Combatiente lands high on his neck and head and flops motionless to the canvas. Frostbite roars in victory.]



Andrew Fulton: He's got it Jerry! El Combatiente is dead weight!



Jeremy Tucker: I think you're right, he's not moving. Frostbite just needs to cover-



[The bell rings and Frostbite looks around confused.]



Frank Salazar: “Ladies and gentlemen, the 10 minute time limit for this match has expired- therefore STILL SWAT TELEVISION CHAMPION.... EL COMBATIENTE!!!”



Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite is raging! He can't believe it!



Andrew Fulton: What a match this was, but Frostbite didn't get the pinfall in time – a tie goes to the champ!



Jeremy Tucker: I think we all need to give Frostbite some space here, he looks like he's about to explode!



[Nunez collects El Combatiente and the title belt and drags him up the ramp as the camera fades.]

[Rayzor]

“The camera pans around a room, a wall of books are shown as the camera stops at a desk. A globe is seen spinning on the luxurious desk. Suddenly the globe stops spinning as a hand is pressed down from atop. The camera zooms out as you see more of the room, championship titles are hanging on the wall. Standing next to the desk is a tall man, long grey hair, and a well defined facial hair to match. Dressed in royal blue suit with a grey tie.“

Man: Welcome, some of you may know who I am. Some of you don’t. Let me introduce myself. My name Ray. But you may know me as Rayzor. Multiple time World Champion and UCW Legend.

“Rayzor walks around the desk and takes a seat in the chair. Pours himself a drink and smells the beverage.”

Rayzor: mhmm, what a great smell. Nicely aged whiskey, tastes better as it’s years get older. Sort of like me, aging ever so gracefully, but I can still go.

“Takes a drink and savors the flavor of the Whiskey. Puts the drink back down and puts his hands together.”

Rayzor: So, you are probably wondering why a guy like me, decided to show up on the latest Battleground. It’s simple, I saw the last show and seen the tribute to a couple of my old running mates in Tanner and Packer. A Couple of great guys, legends in the wrestling business. We went up and down the roads together, we had epic matches and rivalries.

“stroking his perfectly groomed beard, as he looks into the camera.”

Rayzor: All the praise and admiration directed to those two. But, is it all deserved?. NO! Those two were nowhere near the wrestler that I was then, or that I am today. I wouldn’t even let them carry my bags. So, it got me thinking. All of these new wrestlers today who think the world of the Legends like Packer, Tanner, MC Sexy, DKahuna, Bruno, Haven, Lee Williams.. I could go on and on. You need to be thinking of me. The best of them all.

“Rayzor stands up and walks around the desk and towards the camera.”

Rayzor: There’s still a couple of guys from that bygone era still lingering around here. You can smell them from a mile away. But, I am going to single out one. Syberus, I am talking to you “Mr. Champ”, “Mr. 110%”. But don’t worry, I am not coming after your title. Not yet at least. Well, that’s if you even have the title after tonight, how about we have a little tag match. You and your sidekick Valentine. Against The Idol, The Icon, The Greatest of all time, Rayzor and a partner of my choosing… what do you say?.

“Rayzor walks out of the scene, spinning the globe as he walks by. The camera slowly zooms in on the globe as it slows down. Slower, and slower as it stops on Montreal, Canada as the scene fades to darkness.”

[King Syberus]

[ “Two Notes Shy Of An Octave” by Red City Radio plays and the crowd pop huge. It doesn't take long for 110% Syberus to push through the curtain and the ovation intensifies. Syberus walks down to the ring wearing his ring gear with a 110% BITCH t-shirt on and the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship strapped around his waist. He high fives some fans along the way and then wipes his feet on the ring apron before stepping through the ropes. Syb takes a microphone before the music dies down. A few pockets attempt a “you deserve it” chant, but the audience self polices these into silence, most knowing it's Syberus's most hated chant.]

110% Syberus: It's been a long time!

[ Woo!]

110% Syberus: Man was it really five years or whatever since I lest held a World Heavyweight Championship? It's funny – the more time goes by and yes, the older I get, I kind of forget the guy I used to be. Time was, I couldn't have imagined going five minutes without some gold 'round my waist, let alone five years.

I used to be such an obnoxious prick. Now...

[ He does a “so-so” motion with his hand.]

110% Syberus: Well I guess I'm still an obnoxious prick but I've learned to give myself a break every once and a while.

THIS belt right here? THIS is the culmination of a dream I've held since I first stepped into the UWA, seventeen years ago.

Why? Because not only is this the belt I didn't get chance to claim from Stan “The Tank” Wilson back when me and Adrian Tanner were ripping up the Tag Team scene here in SWAT, THIS is the cultural descendant of titles now defunct, but ever revered. The IPW World Heavyweight Championship. The UWA World Heavyweight Championship. The IWA World Triple Crown Heavyweight Championship, that I sat back and watched the likes of Cyrus Williams and Jake Cannon and Kilroy Evans battle for, desperate to be a part of that elite.

The SWAT World Heavyweight Championship carries that DNA within, and now I can finally place myself alongside those guys – even though the obnoxious prick I used to be might say I long surpassed them in Hardkore World.

[ An obligatory “You're Hard-Kore!! You're Hard-Kore!!” chant breaks out, which Syberus this time allows to ride.]

110% Syberus: The golden age! I talk about it all the time. You guys all know that all I want is to see that time reborn again. A time when you could look down the card every show five, six matches deep and any one of them could have been the main event. A time when half the roster could have threatened the World title scene.

Now?

[ He laughs.]

110% Syberus: Well that brings us onto Mr. Bones Trent Jones.

[ The crowd rocks with a crescendo of boo's.]

110% Syberus: Mr Bones Trent Jones was upset and his little friends were upset because I said mean things about him in a promo. Our 6'6, 325lbs former World Champion, who sits on a throne of skulls in an abandoned church, who's biography on the SWAT website states and I quote- “loves to fight and drink beer”, was wounded because I used harsh language in a display that really can only make one draw the conclusion snowflake culture has even penetrated our lawless biker gangs.

[ Syberus looks directly into the camera.]

110% Syberus: Look Mr Bones Trent Jones, you stupid, stupid man, let me explain something. Your problems all stem from one very simple point – that your delusional mind actually thinks you deserved to be World Heavyweight Champion in the first place.

It was a mockery. It was a farce.

I think Radu Matei is bullshit but he's eons above you. Suzi Spitz was threatening to be a top class locker room leader before she left, and Jonnie Valentine is a legend that requires literally no further description.

You being placed in the same bracket as those people was a joke. It was a fluke. It was a mistake. You're not even the best wrestler in the Brothers of Anarchy, let alone this federation you absolute fucking peon.

You capitalised on a moment in this company when if it wasn't the KGB running in at the end of the match it was Eddie D. Clean finishes were an alien concept, and you profited in the most disgraceful way possible, plunging the SWAT World Heavyweight title into an abyss from which I've just dragged it back out.

That's you done.

You're gone.

You're not taking this belt again, I can assure you. THIS RIGHT HERE? (He points down to the canvas) as long as I'm standing in it, is not your level. Your level is taking on Psychotic Goth and Hayden Callahan – if he's still here – for #1 contendership of El Combatiente's Television title.

Let me explain, a little further, just in case this hasn't settled in.

YOU ARE NOT GOOD.

YOU WERE NEVER GOOD.

NOTHING YOU HAVE EVER PRODUCED, NOT ONE PROMO, IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR THE MAIN EVENT.

Now, admittedly, talent here in SWAT is thin on the ground in that respect. We've got El Combatiente doing his thing, and if he can just eek it up a notch could maybe go on to accomplish something big. We had Lunchbox Larry and K-Jax that showed the ability, but who I understand have already been driven out of the fed so well done everyone on that front (he golf claps), then we've got Eddie D – who if he can just. Stop. Using. Some else's fucking life as the basis of his material and use ONE OUNCE of actual imagination might get somewhere. And of course, there's Anthony Caffery, who until the rest of the XHF stop giving reach arounds to and learns to cut his promo's in half will always stay the level below.

[ He gestures out wide.]

110% Syberus: So who does that leave?

You guessed it.

That leaves us. The Society of the New Breed. Still the gold standard in professional wrestling today, just like it was two decades ago.

As a faction we've already captured every championship SWAT has to offer including the Anzac cup, and some of them several times.

[ Syberus forgets the TV title. Do not remind him. He's having a moment.]

110% Syberus: We're all in the main event, and Jonnie's bringing up the rear against James Fierce in a match for the ages in the second. This is happening for a reason, people. Because you guys can't keep up the pace. James Fierce is taking on the legendary Jonnie Valentine – the former SWAT World Heavyweight Champion – in the second main event because although he writes his promos on a SubWay napkin in 30 seconds, the material is better than any of you fuckers come up with.

SO GET GOOD.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

GET. GOOD.

Tonight! Once again I have to fend off Tuxedo Mask and Rally Jackson, the guy that took my International title. I didn't rescue this belt from the depths of inadequacy to surrender it at the first hurdle.

It's nice to have a separate locker room for the evening though and a break from Rally taping all my stuff to the ceiling.

Let's show this business what real main eventers can do.

[ “Two Notes Shy of an Octave” plays again as Syberus drops the mic. He climbs a turnbuckle and raises both fists in the air as we fade.]