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Post by edwarddubin0604 on Sept 20, 2020 19:38:26 GMT -5
(The Tron shows Psychotic Goth and Vampira on the tron her arms crossed and green and red fog surrounding them as they look out at the ringsiders, who cheer them and chant his name.)
Vampira: "Tonight 'The King of the Goths' shall lead his hoard of gothic armies against one El Combatiente and this time he shall prevail."
Psychotic Goth: "El Combatiente. Tonight shall be the night that I shall break through your walls of your fortress and I shall finally take the SWAT Television Championship. Last time it was a draw and once again I was robbed of my destiny since it was a three way match between myself and Frostbite."
(He yells in an ancient Japanese dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "Now I know you are being harassed by The KGB's self proclaimed leader Armand von Krauss. I know he's trying to force you to sell your soul just to preserve everyone around you. A man like him is too dangerous to ignore but don't surrender to that little bitch. You and Javier work well together on your own as much as I hate to say it. If you sell out your fans to preserve your family and your manager that makes you no better than a sell out."
(Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient Japanese dialect as the ringsiders roar.)
Psychotic Goth: "You have to make the ultimate choice and that choice is: Do you care more about Javier and your family or do you care about your championship. The second question and ponder your answer carefully: Will you screw me over by turning to the KGB and saying that you're going to need constant help in your title defenses and be a coward for the rest of your proud career or will you show honor and respect for your championship."
(He bellows in an ancient Japanese dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "I do respect you El Combatiente and we had a couple of fierce battles so far and I hope we do have another tonight. Let us not disappoint these great fans by selling out or not showing up. It's not worth doing either since you'll hate yourself for the rest of your life. Do not make your championship reign a wasted effort just to save those you love or your manager since Armand von Sauerkraut needs a bunch of clowns to save his ass along with that stupid bodyguard Gabriel."
(Psychotic Goth screams in an ancient Japanese dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "Then there's a possibility this won't end our budding rivalry over the SWAT Television Championship. There's End Of Days where if we get past our opponents we shall meet again. Will you have the respect of your fans and the competitors or will you hear the hatred of the fans for selling out just to save the ones close to you. Imagine the choices you have El Combatiente. So many choices and questions you must answer and so many answers you have to choose from. The choice is yours El Combatiente and the choice must be of your own choosing and yours alone."
(He bellows even louder in an ancient Japanese dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "I never sold out no matter who tried to recruit me into their group. 'The King of the Goths' never sold out to anyone nor shall I sell out to anyone. I never give in to any pressure from anyone because I always curse those who try and convert me to their side and I don't take sides with anyone. Why choose to sell out and risk what happens when you try to screw me. Believe me El Combatiente you don't want to risk screwing me. You really don't wish to do that to me."
(Psychotic Goth roars as the ringsiders chant his name as he lowers his head and raises his arms before flinging back his head revealing his pale handsome goth like looks.)
Psychotic Goth: "Remember the stakes are even bigger in this match than any other time in your rising career. We'll be stepping into the ring in a matter of moments and I hope you are ready, because I shall be ready and even more than ready than ever. I hope you are at your best El Combatiente since we'll be going through hell and back. Concentrate on me and not on anyone else, but do not betray or screw me or else my wrath shall be great. That SWAT Television Championship shall be mine and I shall hold that championship with the respect it deserves. So be at your best El Combatiente because I shall be at mine. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall make my vow come true."
(The tron goes back as the scene slowly fades to black.)
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Post by Venom 🕷 on Sept 21, 2020 0:34:39 GMT -5
In the backstage area we find El Combatiente, but Javier is no where to be found. He seems a little lost and confused as he looks around. The first person he sees is a stage hand. He walks up to him.
El Combatiente: Han pasado horas y no he visto a Javier. ¿Sabes dónde está? (It’s been hours and I have not seen Javier. Do you know where he is?)
Stagehand: No hablo?
El Combatiente shakes his head and lets out a gracias before moving on.
El Combatiente: Se acerca a mi partido y no estoy seguro de qué hacer. Ya he vencido a Goth, pero es difícil ganar contra nadie tres veces seguidas. Necesito que Javier me ayude a pensar bien. (It is getting close to my match and I am not sure what to do. I have beat Goth before but it is hard to be victorious against anyone three times in a row. I need Javier to help get me in the right mindset.)
El Combatiente keeps moving walking around looking for his manager until he has returned back to his locker room. He peaks in hoping his manager is back, but no one is inside. He walks in and sits down when he notices something crumbled up next to the trash can. He opens it and reads what he understands. He sees the name Armand and the KGB and his eyes tell he’s got an idea of what has happened and where his manager might be.
El Combatiente: Esto no puede ser bueno. Si el KGB quiere a Javier, debe ser para mí. ¿En qué me he metido? ¿Cómo voy a competir con Goth sabiendo que podría haber metido a Javier en problemas? No hay tiempo que perder. Mi partido está llegando y luego debo encontrar a Javier y arreglar este lío. (This cannot be good. If the KGB want Javier it must be for me. What have I gotten into? How am I going to compete with Goth knowing I may have gotten Javier in trouble. There’s no time to waste. My match is coming up and then I must find Javier and fix this mess.)
El Combatiente tosses the letter in the garbage and takes a deep breath before again exiting the locker room.
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Post by frostbite on Sept 21, 2020 14:27:30 GMT -5
A gray jeep Wrangler pulls into the parking lot, as it tries to find a parking space the driver is finding a hard time in doing so simply because the lot is full because of the large capacity crowd on hand to catch tonight great SWAT action here in the Rising Sun, and for the record that is not a cheap pop or anything, after driving around for a few minutes they are able to find a parking space as they quickly pull right into it. The passenger side opens up and slowly getting out is a rather large man with a mean look on his face. He had on a black tee shirt with black jeans and black boots, he gets out as he looks around to scout the area he shuts the door, as he looks back toward the driver side as someone jumps out, with an intense look in their blue eyes. The driver slams the door shut.
Driver.. You would think big man, that we could get a parking space next to the back door or have someone standing by to take our jeep and park it.
The driver frowns if he smells something rotten.
Driver.. What in the hell is that smell? Smells like rotten fish or sushi. I hate this damn country.
A CHORUS OF BOOS from the arena.
The driver walks over to the passenger side as they are wearing a red and black tee shirt that simply reads, written in big black letters...
The End has Begun.
He has on blue jeans and blue and black boots, he gets around to the passenger side as he looks right into the big man intense eyes as well. The cameras pull back as we see that it is Bruno and Frostbite.
Frostbite.. Again, I hate this damn country.
The BOOS get louder.
Frostbite.. I know years ago we had some fun here in the Japan.
Bruno gives him a stern look.
Frostbite.. I got you, I must never speak of that night. But how does it feel to be away from that leech call Paul Soutter.
Before Bruno ask that question here comes Warren Webber walking right toward them both. Warren looking a little different tonight as he has on a all red suit with black shoes. Frostbite and Bruno shake their reads as they do not believe they way he is looking this evening.
Frostbite.. Warren, I know we are in the Rising son, but you do not have to dress the part.
Warren.. Frostbite, I just wanted to catch up with you before you enter the building and ask you about tonight tag team title match. But I must ask Bruno first about his betrayal of Soutter.
Bruno is about to reach out and grab Warren by his throat, but Frostbite holds the big man back.
Frostbite.. Warren, Bruno does not have to answer that stupid question, but if you must really know. Bruno is with someone that will treat me right. Paul use this man for years to do his biding and what did it get him, pain and more of it. Paul never appreciated what this man bought to the table. Bruno is one of the most dangerous men in this business for years and he should be feared as such. Paul has made it seem like he is a broken down shell of himself. I see Bruno for what he is, and that is an asset to the KGB. A true friend, not someone that has him fetch his coffee or go get his dry cleaning or whatever stupid task that Paul had him doing. Bruno and I, have traveled down many roads together through the years. Bruno knows that I speak the truth and he will be treated like an equal.
Bruno looks back at Frostbite.
Warren.. And you are going to tell us that he will not use the big man to your advantage or have him help you win some matches.
Frostbite.. Warren, you are so damn stupid. Did you not listen to the last minute of our conversation. I told you Bruno is an equal in the KGB. You really believe that I did the big man here to interfere in my matches. How many times have you seen the KGB get involved in any matches. I will answer that for you.
None..
So where do you get off asking me that I need help. My opponents tonight however are going to need a lot of help however.
Warren... You say the KGB does not need any help at all, but what about what we have already witness from Armand and what he is doing to poor Javier.
Frostbite.. Please Javier is not an innocent bystander, I bet if El Combatiente really was a smart businessman he would look into his account and see that his manager is probably taking extra off the top. After all El Combatiente is the one getting beat on in that ring and not Javier. I know Armand is a good business mind, and he is trying to help build the KGB to become the most dominate group in this company. I truly support him trying to get the current TV champion into the group, but maybe the champ needs to be convinced a little right.
Frostbite laughs..
Warren., Any event let us talk about the tag team title match as you and Armand take on the World tag team champions in Rally Jackson and Tuxedo Mask.
Frostbite.. Ah yes, Rally has been quite the roll since his return to SWAT. Tag team champion and whatever the other championship we are calling it today, and on the last show he is now the World Champion. So the man has had quite a good old time and the KGB expense.
Warren.. What do you mean at the KGB expense?
Frostbite.. Think about it, there Einstein. Rally is a former member of the greatest company in the history of This business right, Hardkore World. Paul is from there right? Paul became weak he allowed The Society of the New Breed come in here and run this damn place. If Paul had put more time into the KGB this would never had happen. That is why he had to be let go, because he had strong connection with the boys. He has allowed Johnnie Valentine to run this place like he actual owes the damn company. When in fact he is just one of the boys. He allowed him to become the World Champion. I know it is a nice feel good story, the old man has one more in him and he proves it and wins the title. If Paul had any balls he would have prevented this from happening but he did not because he was caught up in the moment having his good old friend back with him. I am sure they had a few beers in some local strip club plotting out the plan.
Frostbite shakes his head..
Frostbite.. Unbelievable.. Them along comes Syberus, for years suppose to be one of the greatest wrestlers alive, and Paul buys into the hype and allowed him to wear the gold, I guess it another feel good story, to many of them, you think we were in the movies where the hero gets the girl and everything is great, and there is your happy ending. Paul should have once again prevented this, but he did not because his buddy was back and he bent over backwards for him, well not quite that way right, Bruno.
Bruno gives him an odd look.
Frostbite.. Rally, another man that has walked into this company and just about won every title in this company upon his return well maybe not the tv title, but nevertheless another former Hardkore World member that Paul has some type of love affair for. Rally is a big man, and here I thought it stop being a big man sport years ago, people got bored with that because along comes other and more talented people that put asses in the seats because they are simply better. Rally your time was 10 years ago, and you are on borrowed time as far as I am concern. Because I know deep down that I am 100 times better than you ever will be in this sport. Once again we get another feel good story, I guess Paul is a sucker for them. Once again Paul could have prevented this but choose to have is head up their asses.
Frostbite pauses..
Frostbite.. I guess in a couple more weeks we can have Tuxedo Mask has our World Champion because I believe he is the only one that has not won the title right?
Bruno tilts his head up to think about that one.
Frostbite.. Or maybe what is the guy that sucks Johnnie dick, Steve I think. There would be a great World Champion.
Bruno looks at Frostbite as if he had finally lost it.
Frostbite.. I know it sounds if I am jealous of the success of the Society of the New Breed. You are misunderstanding me, no I am telling you the truth. Sure they are going to tell you something completely different or that might tell a few ling boring jokes until they get the point across right. Warren, it is simply time that Frostbite gets what is coming to him and that is not only tag team gold but the World title. It has been far too long that I have not been the top man. Please it is not because I do not have talent because I certainly have it and plenty more to Spare the locker room. My focus when I step foot into this company was to shut Paul up and I have done so. I have taken his pride,his group from him, his best friend, and the only thing left is the World title. However tonight the tag team titles are the first step.
Frostbite drops his head.
Frostbite.. Paul has try for so damn long hold me back. The wars we had to keep me away for what was important. He has me join the KGB to keep away from the title until we had to kick him to the curb. But no more, tonight those tag team titles are going to come home to the KGB. Since day one I told everybody that I will burn this place to the damn ground and I mean every word of it. Armand Von Krauss, is trying his very best to look into buying shares into this company and maybe he can do so. I know this place would be better if he ran it over Paul because he has allowed this place to become a joke. Maybe I need to see if I could buy some stock into this company as well. Think about it back in the old territory days the owner was the champion because it was best for business, and this would be a fine example of that.
Warren.. That could be horrible.
Frostbite.. You and everybody in that locker room would feel that way but it will happen. If I can not own the company I will become its champion. Armand Von Krauss can run the business and I could be his champion, I like the sound of that. What about you Bruno?
He nods his head.
Frostbite.. I will give Bruno a shot at the title he deserves it for putting up his Paul crap for years.
Bruno once again nods his head.
Warren.. Frostbite that is a lot of wishful thinking?
Frostbite.. Wishful thinking my ass Warren, it is going to happen very soon. Paul can try his best to keep me away from the title bit no more. If I have to get my lawyer involved in this matter I will. I will no longer be denied, I am going to become the World Champion, as you can read my shirt.
The camera zooms back..
The End has Begun.
Frostbite.. And Warren it is here. Tonight Armand and myself are going to win those tag team titles. And Rally a little personal note. When we come face to face inside that ring later on. I want you to loom into the eyes of the man that will take your title from you. I know Paul will throw a few bones at you and you will mow down the competition. I know that you are big, and powerful, but you are not better because I know that I am way better. Tonight, you are you get a sample size of what will lie ahead. My advise to Tuxedo Mask is to stand back and let your partner take the beating because if you should get in my way, I promise you that you will spend the evening in a local hospital, and you may not ever wrestle again. So be smart about it.
Frostbite and Bruno start to walk away but Frostbite turns around.
Frostbite.. Gentlemen, the devil has come to carry you home. The titles will be ours, and soon after that Rally, I will take your World title. And Paul knows I speak the truth that I will burn this place to the ground once and for all.
Frostbite looks at Bruno.
Frostbite., Big man, we have some business to take care of.
He nods his heads as they walk away heading toward the arena as the scene fades out.
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Post by edwarddubin0604 on Sept 21, 2020 20:00:55 GMT -5
(Team Fairtex are dressed as sergeants and are standing in a room with a chalk board looking into the camera as military music is playing.)
Phantam Fairtex: "Attention all you maggots out there! There seems to be a serious breech of the SWAT, laws rules and regulations and we're here to set the record straight!"
Tong Fairtex: "It seems that there is a little insubordination by one AWOL soldier in SWAT that goes by the name of War Pig Andrew Stone! Now we know he had an honorable service in the U.S. Navy SEALS in that there warzone known as Afghanistan and he decided to give that all up for a career in this here warzone called SWAT."
Phantam Fairtex: "Which is also known as Syndicate Wrestling and Tradition."
Tong Fairtex: "Now when Andrew Stone agreed to this transfer to the SWAT warzone. He knew what he was getting into and what he was in for but obviously he couldn't take the heat of combat or the losses that go with it. Now you signed up for duty because you wanted to punish yourself for your wartime PTSD and whatever else you suffer from. Yet what do you do to solve your emotional ailments."
Phantam Fairtex: "You quit. You surrender. Then you decide to trash SWAT all because you couldn't stand losing to much better opponents."
Tong Fairtex: "Now let's get something strait and get it through your head son. You violated the following rules....."
(Phantam Fairtex slams a back fist into the chalkboard.) Phantam Fairtex: "Rule Number One.....Don't trash the fed you wrestle in."
Tong Fairtex: "That means you don't ever and we mean ever trash this fed or any other fed you go to, because that shows everyone that you have a bad attitude and think you should be handed victories that aren't earned. The match decision is final....."
Phantam Fairtex: "Finito. Done. Conclusive."
Tong Fairtex: "Now if you don't like the decision and obviously you didn't appreciate all three straight losses."
Phantam Fairtex: "Everyone has bad moments in their wrestling careers and losing streaks."
Tong Fairtex: "which brings us to your second violation of all laws, rules and regulations."
(Phantam slams a backfist into the chalkboard again.)
Phantam Fairtex: "You didn't complain to the management about the decision."
Tong Fairtex: "When you have a complaint about the outcome of the decision. You go to the fed head or as they are known as management and you talk it out. That means using your lips to speak to the head honcho. The fed head whoever that is going to be depending on who has the stock shares in SWAT."
Phantam Fairtex: "The fact is there's a chain of command in SWAT. You know what that is War Pig Andrew Stone. It's like in the military if you have a complaint or conflict you talk to them and they'll talk to their superiors etc. Yet you think because you aren't in the military makes you better than anyone else here in SWAT. Well it doesn't Stone."
Tong Fairtex: "Then there's the next rule in which you obviously think you can violate anytime you want and that is you never and I mean never ever trash SWAT or any other promotion you are wrestling in. You see everyone's going to think you are a spoiled brat. They'll think you're a complainer and a whiner who can't take losing like a real man......"
Phantam Fairtex: "Unlike us who are real mean and dust ourselves off after being knocked to the ground so to speak."
(Phantam Fairtex once again slams his backfist into the chalkboard.)
Tong Fairtex: "You see I believe guys like you who complain are known as....."
(They look down slowly and then raise their heads up slowly again looking at each other clearing their throats.)
Tong Fairtex: "Let's just say that those who complain will be known as a certain frontal body part that you employ when in a bathroom stall and yes the various fed heads did use that word when describing the rules and codes of conduct for their feds most of the time. So nobody call us out when the fed heads say that very same word."
Phantam Fairtex: "Check them out and you'll see for yourselves."
Tong Fairtex: "Imagine if you stuck it out and just listened to what Jeremy Tucker said about having a bright future here. If you worked a little harder and followed their advice you would have realized your championship dreams. Yet you quit like a spoiled brat and now you'll go somewhere else and make trouble in any fed you join and you'll bounce around you decide to go back to the Cajun swamps you came from and ponder the poor decision you made to trash SWAT and any fed you decide to join."
Phantam Fairtex: "War Pig Andrew Stone SWAT doesn't like quitters, whiners and complainers or any of that crap since that's not the true standard of SWAT competitors. We expect that from gutless idiots who come and go inactive or M.I.A. but you we expected much, much better than that. Yet you disappointed us greatly Stone and you disappointed these great SWAT fans. So good luck and may your dim and barely on life support future be just that on life support."
Tong Fairtex: "Enjoy your disgrace Stone and show what you've done and that's all.....Your dismissed!"
(The scene slowly fades to black.)
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Post by edwarddubin0604 on Sept 22, 2020 21:20:05 GMT -5
(Olympia just came out of the locker room with a look of anger as she slings her gear bag onto her shoulder as she continues to walk through the corridor towards the exit as Dragonatrix passes her and stops to look at Olympia.)
Dragonatrix: "Olympia."
(Olympia ignores her and continues walking.)
Dragonatrix: OLYMPIA!"
(Olympia stops and pauses before turning around and looks angrily at her.)
Olympia: "There's nothing you can say that will reconcile what occurred in that ring."
Dragonatrix: "Look Olympia I didn't know what they were going to say about J-ROK and I apologize for that. It was inappropriate of The Hired Killers to mock Japan and it's wrestling fans as well."
Olympia: "Well it's too late for that now. Besides, why didn't you come out and intervene in our exchange in the ring among other issues."
Dragonatrix: "I was busy talking to the present SWAT management and I saw what happened between you. Now what other issues are you talking about."
Olympia: "Like you don't know."
Dragonatrix: "Really."
Olympia: "Yeah. I had a champion vs. champion match with 'Lucky' Linda La Fey....."
Dragonatrix: "Which you lost."
Olympia: "Yeah I know I did but I should have at least got a rematch."
Dragonatrix: "That was a decision by management and I had nothing to do with it."
Olympia: "Was it management's decision to allow Jade the right to grant Linda rematch after rematch but I am refused the same consideration."
Dragonatrix: "Jade gave her word and she kept it."
Olympia: "What about when I lost my championship to Blaze Freya. I wanted my rematch and never received it despite having my rematch clause which I was invoking but never received."
Dragonatrix: "There was someone else that was in ine for the championship."
Olympia: "Oh like that bitch Suzi Spitz who never seems to be M.I.A. all of a sudden until she finds it convenient to return. What about the other Amazons...but wait there were no other Amazons seeing that division was decimated. There was only The Hired Killers and 'Lucky' Linda La Fey and anyone else who decided to come and stay just for some credibility before leaving and remaining M.I.A. forever. Yet I stayed around and was considered lost in the competition."
Dragonatrix: "You could have done that too Olympia."
Olympia: "I did but nobody paid me any mind and I asked you but you never got back to me. Then I decided to leave and compete somewhere else."
Dragonatrix: Yet you answered the call to join Linda in Call To Arms."
Olympia: "It was out of respect and we lost compliments of that scumbag Zoran Sainovich."
Dragonatrix: "He's dead."
Olympia: "Yeah and yet in every horror movie and soap opera there's a great chance the bad guy always returns. So I doubt that scumbag is dead."
Dragonatrix: "He is dead."
Olympia: "Anyone find the body and perform an autopsy."
Draonatrix: "Take my word for it."
Olympia: "Yeah right. Anyway, I left and joined J-ROK and at least I regained my self-respect and the fans and ringsiders respect and cheer for me."
Dragonatrix: "I noticed you had a PURE hoodie on and I know you haven't been part of any group before."
Olympia: "They recruited me and I'm quite satisfied with my stablemates and they are like family to me. I also got reunited with my family Rage and Fury and I'm at true piece with myself. Now all I want is my rematch and I'm hoping that the pieces are in place."
Dragonatrix: "You will get a rematch with the winner of Freya/La Fey match."
Olympia: "Like I'm going to believe that. I'm through with SWAT and I'm loyal to J-ROK, but don't worry Dragonatrix if I win the championship. I'll fulfill all championship commitments until I lose the championship. If the SWAT fans decide to hate me for leaving and boo me forever. I could care less since I burned my bridges with SWAT and I'm not coming back after my rematch and if I win the championship. I'll remain during the duration of my title reign. Right now I'm out of here."
(Olympia turns and bumps into the Hired Killers and they glare at each other before Olympia leaves though the exit as the scene slowly fades to black.)
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Post by SWAT Team on Sept 22, 2020 23:00:29 GMT -5
Jeremy Tucker : Welcome back folks, and this next contest features The Anzac Cup winning Stylistics, Jonnie Valentine and 110% Syberus, battling it out with ‘The Legend” Rayzor FX and his mystery partner. Andrew Fulton : I know who it is Jerry, and let me tell you, the Stylistics are in for it now. In for IT big time. Jeremy Tucker : You do not. Rayzor is a former UCW great. He caught wind of the Packer Memorial show, and now, here he is. Andrew Fulton : And, not alone. Frank Salazar : The following is a tornado tag team contest, scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first, representing the Society of the New Breed. Coming in at a combined weight of 466 pounds. JONNIE VALENTINE!!! 110% SYBERUS!!!! THE STYLISTICS!!!["Strength in Numbers" by the Music starts playing and after a few moments "The Society of the New Breed" flashes onto the screen to which the crowd roar. Devilishly Handsome Jonnie Valentine and 110% Syberus walk out on to the stage and stand together to a massive ovation from the crowd.] Frank Salazar : And their opponents …. ["Arena goes dark as an orange strobe light plays along to the beginning of Bullets with Butterfly Wings. Rayzor walks out and stands center stage, looking around slowly with a smug look on his face as he raises his right arm in the air and pauses to breathe it all in. There is a pause and then out comes RDS2020 to stand beside him. RDS is wearing the UCW World Heavyweight Title around his waist. He and Rayzor stand side by side and then both in step head towards the ring."] Jeremy Tucker : ITS RDS! And he has the UCW Belt with him! Andrew Fulton : I told ya! Jeremy Tucker : You did not! Valentine and Syb pretend to laugh them off and mock them, RDS walks up to SYB and holds the UCW belt right in his face. Syb shoves him away. Andrew Fulton : Syb shaking his head at his two former UCW Alumni. He always did think he was better than them. Jeremy Tucker : He WAS! IS! He is a former SWAT World Champion! A FOUR time Hardkore World Champion! Andrew Fulton : Who forgot where he came from! Jeremy Tucker : He didn’t forget, only moved on. Andrew Fulton : Well, these two didn’t, and they seem to have some long standing resentment because of it. Jeremy Tucker : They need to move on, that was 20 years ago! Referee Vick Mackey calls for the bell and we are underway in this tornado tag. Both Rayzor and RDS charge at Syberus, they both swing wild lefts and rights at him and he fights back blocking a shot and hitting a hard elbow strike to RDS. Jonnie runs in and hooks big Rayzor and chicken wing body slams him. Andrew Fulton : Jonnie and Syb then double knife edge chop RDS. Jeremy Tucker : Syb with a judo hip toss on RDS. He and Jonnie stomp on RDS but Rayzor mows the pair of them down with a huge double clothesline. Andrew Fulton : Rayzor drops a knee onto the injured leg of Syb, he has done his homework and saw the injuries he suffered last week in his shock title loss to Rally Jackson. Jeremy Tucker : RDS headbutts Valentine, then starts choking him. Andrew Fulton : Rayzor slides out of the ring and grabs the injured foot of Syb and slings it into the steel turnbuckle pole. Jeremy Tucker : Valentine breaks out of the choke with a Brutalizer Double crucifix cross face submission on RDS! He knows ALL the moves! Andrew Fulton : RDS writhing but refusing to submit, and Rayzor heads back in the ring and breaks the submission with a big standing elbow drop. Jeremy Tucker : These tornado tags are just mayhem! Rayzor now lifts Valentine up and powerbombs him down, right onto the injured ankle of Syberus! Andrew Fulton : These guys mean business Jerry! No ring rust what so ever! Jeremy Tucker : RDS now with a spinning toe hold on Syb! Syb is gritting his teeth in pain and he rolls out of it and rolls RDS up for a pinfall One ………………. Two …………………. Rayzor breaks the count with a big boot to the back of the head of Syb. Andrew Fulton : Valentine stalking Rayzor …. Basement dropkick to the knee! Jeremy Tucker : That’s how you bring the big man back down to your own size. Valentine now irish whips Rayzor into ropes, crossover, drop toehold, float over into a fujiwara armbar! Andrew Fulton : RDS tries to break the hold but is cut off by Syberus! Syb with a roaring elbow! He is hobbling badly, but still has some fight in him. Jeremy Tucker : He will never stop fighting! Andrew Fulton : He did against Rally. Jeremy Tucker : There is no shame in that, Rally is the best in the business as we speak, and the World Belt he carries says just that. Andrew Fulton : No arguments from me, I have been singing Rally’s praises since he first set foot back in the doors. Jeremy Tucker : Syberus with a fist drop to RDS, meanwhile Rayzor has managed to extend them long legs to get a foot on the rope and a rope break on the arm bar. Andrew Fulton : Valentine releasing the arm bar, and then he Crucifix’s both arms and drive elbows into the side of Rayzor’s head. Jeremy Tucker : RDS sweeps the leg out of Syb and he clutches at his injured ankle. Andrew Fulton : That’s it RDS! Kick the leg out of his leg! Jeremy Tucker : Jonnie relentless with them elbows, but Rayzor powers him over for a big back body drop … NO! Jonnie holds on and rolls it into a sunset flip, holds on for the cover …. One ………….. Two …………. Thr … RDS breaks the count with a diving tackle to Valentine. Andrew Fulton : Great teamwork from RDS and Rayzor. Jeremy Tucker : Great counter from Valentine with the Sunset Flip! Andrew Fulton : RDS grabs Jonnie and suplexes him, then Rayzor and RDS whip Jonnie to the ropes …. SPEAR from RDS and at the same time, Clothesline from Hell by Rayzor and Jonnie slumps in a heap to the mat. Now THAT’S teams work! Jeremy Tucker : Very impressive! They turn their attention back to Syb, and both go to work on his injured ankle some more, they don’t want to beat him, they want to take him out for good! Andrew Fulton : And I think they will! Jeremy Tucker : The man has a bad injury coming into this match. Andrew Fulton : Then he shouldn’t have competed in it! Jeremy Tucker : Both RDS and Rayzor stomp away on the ankle of Syb. RDS lifts it up and slams it onto the canvas. Rayzor with a big leg drop to it. Valentine back to his feet has seen enough and he cleans house with a running knee strike to Rayzor after his leg drop, and then a snap dragon suplex on RDS. Andrew Fulton : Syb hobbles back to his feet, maybe they should call this one. Jeremy Tucker : Never! RDS runs at them and Double hiptoss into a double armdrag by the stylistics, Rayzor charges in and double dropkick, Rayzor back to his feet and eats a double back body drop. Tremendous teamwork by the Stylistics. Andrew Fulton : Double arm twist on Rayzor into a double Superkick! Come on ref! What’s with all these double teams! Jeremy Tucker : It’s a tornado tag you fool! RDS runs in and Valentine lifts him up with a suplex and Syb jumps up and catches RDS with a codebreaker to the face! Andrew Fulton : RDS hits the canvas, and so too does Syb, once again clutching at his injured ankle. This looks serious Jerry. Jeremy Tucker : It does indeed. Just shows the heart of the man, he could have taken the night, no one would have blamed him after these injuries he suffered last week at the hands of the Golden God, but no, here he is, giving 110% for these great SWAT fans! Andrew Fulton : Jonnie checking on him and big Rayzor grabs him and scoop slams the dark lord of the drop kick. Jeremy Tucker : Rayzor now takes Jonnie to the corner and places his boot into the throat of Valentine. Andrew Fulton : Syb makes it to one knee, and RDS from behind rolls him up with an O’Connor roll, RDS bridges ……. Jeremy Tucker : One ………… Two ………………. THREE!!!! He did it! RDS just pinned 110% Syberus in his return match! Andrew Fulton : Wowee! What a win to these two veterans! Jeremy Tucker : RDS rolls out of the ring and Rayzor rolls out to celebrate with him, Jonnie over checking on Syb who is pointing to his ankle and removing his boot, he is in trouble and needs a medic. Andrew Fulton : What an impressive showing by Rayzor and RDS! It doesn’t get any bigger than a win on the Stylistics, injury or not, these two buys mean business! Jeremy Tucker : Folks, we’ll be back after these messages and then our TV Title is on the line, El Combatiente defending against the King of Goths! That’s_next! [Bullets with Butterfly wings blares as Mackey raises the arms of Rayzor and RDS in victory on the outside as we fade.]
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RDS 2020
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Just come out of retirement
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Post by RDS 2020 on Sept 23, 2020 3:24:49 GMT -5
[The scene opens backstage immediately after the tag team match with RDS stood beside Warren W. Webber, exhausted from the bout and somewhat out of breath.]
Warren W. Webber: RDS this has been totally unexpected, just what are you doing back in SWAT after, many, many years?
[RDS, dripping with sweat, his hair all matted and wet from the match turns to Webber and the microphone to respond.]
RDS: I haven’t wrestled a match in near ten years, ten years I have been out of this business and I thought I was out of this business for good, but when my man Rayzor called me and said I can offer you a shot at Syberus and Valentine one more time, I took the chance to return.
Warren W. Webber: So, is this a one-shot deal? What is the future for RDS? You are now 35 years old; you have not wrestled in close to a decade and why do you have a title belt with you?
[RDS props up the big gold World Championship belt over his shoulder to stop it sliding down as he begins to speak again.]
RDS: Webber, I can tell you that I am firmly back in wrestling tonight and kick starting the second coming of my career with a big win over a long-time rival. I would like to thank SWAT for giving me this opportunity, I would like to thank Rayzor for giving me that call.
(Rage coughs a couple of times)
Listen here Webber, I may be 35 but I am in the best shape of my life. I have some niggling injury problems, some problems relating to head trauma but equally I have a point to prove and feel I have another 5 years left in my tank at least. I am here to stay in SWAT until I retire…
Warren W. Webber: … and what about the UCW World Championship belt? The historic big gold belt?
[RDS turns his head slightly to look at the large faceplate of the belt, he has an expression of pride as he begins to respond to Webber.]
RDS: What this belt USED to represent, that promotion, the drama associated with it, and the ego’s … That is all firmly in the past. What this belt does mean now is heritage, tradition and honouring the sport of professional wrestling which is what SWAT is all about. This belt has been featured all over the world from UCW, to long dead entities such as TKOW, GCW, Hardkore World, and even SCW. It does not belong to any one promotion; it does however belong to wrestling and that is why it is here. In many respects it embodies me, it is the past and future in equal measure.
Webber what can I say… this belt is THE World's Championship, it does not need a brand, it does not need a promotion. It has been held by many, but I held it more than any other. It has a lineage that stretches back 20 years. That’s a long time in this sport, a sport that’s changed radically since the broadband age and the growth of social media, but despite that here it is, here I am, representing wrestling as a sport, tradition but also the future, the full circle of life, death rebirth and renewal. Webber, what can I say, RDS 2.0, RDS 2020, whatever you want to call me … is back, and here to stay!
[RDS takes to belt and walks off camera as Webber stands there stunned.]
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SWAT Team
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The Promise Land
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Post by SWAT Team on Sept 23, 2020 19:08:54 GMT -5
Jeremy Tucker: Up next we have great matchup between two of the top stars here in SWAT. A Television title matc,h the champion has been on quite the roll since winning the title. But one has to wonder if the champion will be focused because of what we saw earlier.
Andrew Fulton: El Combatiente, I really do not how focused he will be as he is defending his title. His manager for a lack of a better term, is being tortured by Armand.
Jeremy Tucker: All because he would not take the KGB offer.
Andrew Fulton: He should have taken the offer if he was a good businessman, he knows that Armand Von Krauss has money and would have rewarded them both with a huge payday.
Jeremy Tucker: Money is not everything, besides he was doing what his client said to do.
Andrew Fulton: And Javier is paying for his stupidity.
Jeremy Tucker: Well he better get his head in the game because if he cannot Goth will make quick work of him and become the new TV champion.
Andrew Fulton: Goth is an all time great and El Combatiente needs to be focused if he plans on holding onto the gold. That would be less money in Javier's pockets.
Jeremy Tucker: Let us go up to the ring for this match.
Frank Salazar: Tonight’s next match is schedule for ONE fall with a ten minute time limit and it is for the SWAT Television championship, introducing first from The Depths of Hell and he weighs in at 235 and being accompanied by Vampira here is Psychotic Goth.
[Welcome to your Death by Annihilator begins to blast over the speakers, we see Goth and Vampira make there way out here. ]
Andrew Fulton: That is one scary lady, but then again one scary couple.
Jeremy Tucker: I knew you had a thing for Vampira, I will not tell Goth your secret.
[Goth and Vampira are at ringside as the two climb the steps and get into the ring as Goth waits for the tv champ. ]
Frank Salazar: And his opponent he weighs in at 219 pounds from South Los Angeles here is the current SWAT Television Champion here is El Combatiente!!!
[The Game by One Blood blast out as over the sound system as he begins to make is way out from behind the curtains ]
Jeremy Tucker: He is looking back but it does not appear Javier is with him.
Andrew Fulton: That is no surprise, Armand still has him and who knows where he is keeping him.
[El Combatiente continues to look back in the hopes that Javier will come out, as he continues to look back but still no Javier, he gets to ringside as he jumps up onto the ring apron and jumps over the top ropes. He is still looking back toward the entrance.]
Jeremy Tucker: He needs to get his head in the game or Goth will make quick work of him, and he will no longer be the champ.
[El Combatiente takes off the title from around his waist as he hands it to the ref, but he continues to look back at the entrance in hopes Javier will make it out here, or maybe concern. The ref hands the title over to the timekeeper, as the ref calls for the bell as Vampira jumps to the floor. ]
Andrew Fulton: El Combatiente still looking toward the entrance but Goth quickly goes and hits a Russian leg sweep. He then bounces off the ropes and connects with a legdrop. He pulls him by his hair as Goth is laying in a series of forearms shots to the side of El Combatiente’s head. Goth gets to his feet as he lays in the boots to various parts of his body. Goth pulls him to his feet as he picks him up and hits a northern light suplex as he bridges for the cover.
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Jeremy Tucker: El Combatiente kicks out, as Goth pulls him back to his feet, he whips him hard into a near corner. Goth walks in slowly as he begins to lay in a series of body shots right into El Combatiente’s ribs, he then lays in a few knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. Goth brings him out of the corner with a high hip toss.
Andrew Fulton: Goth races in and catches El Combatiente with a big boot right to his face, he drops down for the cover.
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Jeremy Tucker: El Combatiente kicks out. Goth pulls him to his feet as he connects with a series of hard elbows right to his jaw. Goth goes in for a release German suplex but El Combatiente lands on his feet as he dropkicks Goth right into his back which sends him face first into the corner as he staggers out El Combatiente springs to the ropes and connects with a springboard forearm. Goth manages to get back to his feet quickly as he turns around El Combatiente catches him with a dragon screw leg whip, Goth gets back to his feet as El Combatiente catches him with a deep armdrag take over. He jumps to his feet and catches Goth with a senton splash as he goes for the cover.
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Andrew Fulton: Goth kicks out. El Combatiente pulls Goth to his feet as he lays in a series of kicks right into Goth’s chest. He grabs his arm as he whips him into the near corner. Goth hits his back hard into that corner. El Combatiente races in and catches him with a stinger splash as Goth drops to the mat. El Combatiente jumps up to the top ropes, as he comes off with a moonsault but Goth gets his knees up.
Jeremy Tucker: El Combatiente is to his feet but Goth catches him with an over the head suplex, as the toss throws El Combatiente to the outside of the ring. Goth walks over there, as he grabs him but he connects with a hard shoulder right to Goth’s stomach. El Combatiente leaps over Goth as he bounces off the ropes, as Goth tries for a clothesline but he misses as El Combatiente leaps up onto the ropes as he grabs Goth’s head and connects with a tornado ddt as he spikes Goth’s head right into the mat. He goes for the cover.
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Andrew Fulton: Goth manages to get a shoulder up. El Combatiente gets to his feet as he hits a double stomp right onto Goth’s chest. He pulls Goth to his feet as he lands a series of kicks to the ribs and chest of Goth, he quickly picks up Goth and connects with a snap suplex. He races into the ropes as he jumps up onto the top ropes as he comes off and connects with the moonsault, he goes for the cover.
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Jeremy Tucker: Goth kicks out. El Combatiente heads to the outside and he begins to climb the top ropes, but in the meantime, Goth races over to the corner, as he connects with a hard right to El Combatiente’s jaw. Goth goes up as it appears that he might be trying for a superplex, but El Combatiente is holding his ground, instead he drops through Got’sh legs as he kicks the back of Goth’s left knee, as Goth falls backwards to the mat.
Andrew Fulton: El Combatiente pulls Goth to his feet, as he whips him into the ropes as he goes high in the air and he tries for a hurricanrana but Goth catches him and connects with a hard powerbomb as he hooks his legs.
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Jeremy Tucker: El Combatiente just gets his right shoulder up. Goth quickly locks in the tazz mission as El Combatiente has nowhere to go, El Combatiente is fighting it with all of his might, after being in the hold for a few minutes he finally gets to the ropes. Goth pulls him to his feet as he connects with three straight German suplexes. He pulls El Combatiente to his feet as he connects with a belly to belly suplex as he goes in for the cover.
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Andrew Fulton: El Combatiente just kicks out. Goth pulls him once again back to his feet as he connects with a dragon suplex. Goth whips El Combatiente into the ropes as he catches him with a flying clothesline. He pulls El Combatiente back to his feet, as he goes in behind and locks in a rear naked choke hold as El Combatiente is fighting to get out of it, he moves his way over to the ropes as he jumps up to the top rope and he kicks off of it as he falls on top of Goth and then bridges as he goes for the cover.
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Jeremy Tucker: Goth let's go of the hold. The two get back to their feet, as El Combatiente jumps up into the air and catches Goth with a hurricanrana and his head hits the mat hard. Goth somehow manages to get back to his feet and he grabs Goth by his neck as he springs to the top ropes and connects the sliced bread. El Combatiente quickly gets back to his feet and he goes back out to the outside as he climbs the top ropes.
Andrew Fulton: Wait a second there is a buzz in the arena.
Jeremy Tucker: Wait that is Javier coming staggering down to the ring a bloody mess.
Andrew Fulton: How did get away from Armand’s clutches.
Jeremy Tucker: El Combatiente spots his manager, he is looking at Javier with a look of concern on his face.
Andrew Fulton: Javier blood pouring from his face is trying to point something out to El Combatiente.
Jeremy Tucker: Goth is racing into the ropes jumps up on them and grabs El Combatiente in a Crucifix and powerbombs him down from the top turnbuckle!!!! EC was distracted by Javier and Goth just nailed the Satans Judgement!!!! Goth goes for the cover.
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Frank Salazar: Here is your winner and the NEW SWAT TELEVISION CHAMPION, PSYCHOTIC GOTH.....
[Goth is handed the title as he and Vampira are in the ring celebrating, El Combatiente rolls to the floor trying to help Javier. ]
Andrew Fulton: What a turn of events, we have a new TV champion. Was Goth in Cahoots with the KGB?
Jeremy Tucker: Don’t be ridiculous! He cursed them! You have to wonder if El Combatiente’s head was in this match because of what happeedn to Javier.
Andrew Fulton: And was this all part of Armand’s plan to have him lose the title?
Jeremy Tucker: Medics are down at ringside attending to Javier, as Goth and Vampira are still in the ring enjoying the brand new championship. Fans we will take a break and be back in a few with next in action, Linda against Rebecca, the Amazons Title on the line!
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Post by Lucky Linda on Sept 23, 2020 22:44:46 GMT -5
”27 times Glenda.” We switch to the back in front of a SWAT Banner, Lucky Linda La Fey, she is now wearing the top selling ‘Wanna Get Lucky’ t-shirt and is joined by Glamorous Glenda. “27 times she referenced me and my luck.”
“Twenty seven?” questions Glenda sceptically.
“Well, I am not certain, it felt like a thousand and twenty seven.” Linda grins at the SWAT interviewer then looks into the camera. “Let me tell you something about me Rebecca. The harder I work, the luckier I get! You can come out here and be just like everyone else before you and think I am reliant on my luck, there is a list a mile long who will tell you different. All of them down on the unemployment line after I mowed them down, one by one by one.”
“Avery McCullen!” Linda points to the camera.
“Suzi Spitz!” She is reeling off the names.
“Wildcat Lynn Brewster!”
“The Don Joanne Cannelli!”
“Zoran Sonofabitch! Well, maybe not the unemployment line for him, try the morgue.”
“Even Olympia who seems to have her panties in a bunch. Olympia. If you wanted a rematch, I wasn’t hard to find. I have been right here all along.” Linda frowns to the camera.
“We have learned that Olympia, JRok convert or not has secured herself a title match next Battleground against the winner of you and Rebecca via your open challenge clause.” States Glenda.
“Good for her.” Retorts Linda. “That’s why I made the open challenge. To revitalise this division. And if that is all Rebecca has got to bring to the table, droning on about me and my luck and then saying my taking her lightly and under estimating her will bring me down, when the whole world heard me tell Liz the exact_opposite. Well, I guess I will see Olympia next Battleground.”
“That isn’t all she said, she obviously did her homework, talked of Tornado Red, and the history of the Amazons and even mentioned your victory over Caffrey which she found in her research.”
“My victory over Caffrey?” asks Linda.
“Yes” replies Glenda. “When he was X Crown champion.”
“Ohhhhh. That victory.” Linda smiles. “I sorta forgot about it, you know, with every man and his dog beating that guy before he left here, (under less than kosher circumstances I might add)” Linda whispers. “But yeah. Who didn’t beat that guy?”
“Syberus beat him.”
“Jonnie beat him.”
“Death Trap Beat him.”
“Radu and I beat him.”
“Even Rat Bastard beat him, now that is ironic.” Linda smiles and a dimple appears in her check and a chime sounds as the dimple sparkles with the magic of television.
“Glenda. You know this. All of SWAT know this. And tonight, Rebecca, you are about to learn this. There is more to this lass than just being lucky. To be sure, too be sure. I give my all, each and every match I compete it. I win some, and I lose some. When I lose, I don’t cry and whine and look to my friends for validation to make myself feel better. I get back on the horse, saddle up and come back even harder. That’s how I beat Suzi Spitz and won the two million dollars and the No Man’s Land 2020 tourney! I flipped the script on that prima donna. That’s how I beat Zoran Sainovich! That’s how I beat my best friend Avery McCullen.” Linda stares into the screen, determination exuding from her. “Heart and desire and fist full of Irish Fire!” Linda waves her fist in the air.
“Rebecca Brooks, sorry about your damn luck!” Linda power walks from the interview area, ready to do battle and defend her Amazons Championship gold.
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Rayzor
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Post by Rayzor on Sept 24, 2020 7:50:28 GMT -5
*The scene fades and comes back as we see Rayzor walking down the corridor. Cleaned up from his match earlier in the night. Dressed in an all black suit with matching black tie.*
Warren W. Webber: Rayzor... Rayzor can I have a word?.
*Rayzor stops and looks at Warren, a smirk grows on his face as he stands up is luggage bag*
Warren W. Webber: Thank you for your time and congrats on your big tag win tonight over The Stylistics. No one was expecting that your mystery partner would be an old rival of yours in RDS. You've had wars with him going back years. What made you reach out to him to be your partner?
Rayzor: It's simple Webber. RDS and I have something that a lot of people in the business don't have. Respect. Respect for this business, respect for each other. Back in UCW we battled day and night and all over this world. But, no matter our differences... we respect each other and what we mean to this business. So, I reached out to RDS and asked if he'd like to come back and remind the world on who we are. Now, we are not the young, full of life men that we use to be. But there is still gas left in these tanks.
*Rayzor grabs his luggage handle and starts walking towards the parking garage*
Warren W. Webber: So.... what's next for RDS and Rayzor?
*Rayzor looks back and raises his eyebrows, smirks as he slowly puts on his sunglasses before the scene fades*
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SWAT Team
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The Promise Land
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Post by SWAT Team on Sept 25, 2020 22:22:23 GMT -5
Linger, Cranberries hits and Lucky Linda makes her way down the ramp way, Amazons Championship around her waist high fiving the fans.Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is for the SWAT AMAZONS CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Introducing first, hailing from Dublin, Ireland. Coming in at 5’5 and 130 pounds .... She is the current SWAT AMAZONS CHAMPION ….. LUCKY LINDA LA FEY!!!Jeremy Tucker : Linda in the ring now, and she looks real focused. Andrew Fulton : She would want to be, this upstart Rebecca waltzing in here and thinking she can just become Amazons Champion, who does she think she is? Jeremy Tucker : Ease up Fulton, Linda is the one who made the open challenge, were people not ‘meant’ to accept it? Andrew Fulton : People were, yes, people who have earned it and deserve a shot, not some rookie who has been in the business for a cup of coffee. Jeremy Tucker : She looks legit to me man, has been trained by the best and could well walk out of here the new Champion. Andrew Fulton : And pigs may fly. [As “angel” begins to play out through the arena, the lights shine a lighter shade of red as Rebecca Brookes steps out from behind the curtain with a large smile on her face and her arms stretched out wide. She slowly spins around to show her ring jacket before making her way down to ringside, she walks around the ring and climbing onto the ring apron, standing up and keeping that same smile on her face before entering through the middle ropes and climbing onto the turnbuckle as she comes face to face with Lucky Linda..] Frank Salazar : And introducing her opponent, hailing from Anaheim, California. Coming in at 5’7 and 159 pounds …. “The Pride of Anaheim” … REBECCA BROOKES!!!!Jeremy Tucker : Linda holding the Amazons belt high in the air, staring down Rebecca, the picture of confidence. Andrew Fulton : The picture of a Champion! Jeremy Tucker : Since when have you been Linda’s number one fan Fulton? Andrew Fulton : Since never Jerry, but let’s face it, we have seen her face and beat the best of the best, she retired, no, killed, Zoran Sainovich for crying out loud! Jeremy Tucker : A blessed day in SWAT history. Referee Vick Mackey calls for the bell and we are under way here. The two hook up and Linda takes Rebecca down with a nice armdrag. Rebecca back up to her feet and straight back down with a hip toss. Rebecca again back to her feet quickly and Linda throws her into the ropes and nails a perfect drop kick! Andrew Fulton : Linda having her way here with the rookie. Jeremy Tucker : Linda nails a hard European uppercut, Rebecca shakes it off and strikes back with a palm strike which shocks Linda and Rebecca quick to land another palm strike, then a spinning back first and Rebecca then delivers a short arm lariat! Rebecca is feeling it and the Japanese crowd applaud her offence. Linda is seated on the mat and nods in respect to Rebecca and then kips up and motions “lets go, bring it” to her. Andrew Fulton : Rebecca has just prodded the sleeping bear. Jeremy Tucker : Rebecca advances on Lucky Linda and Linda catches her with a Northern lights suplex. Rebecca bounces straight back to her feet and delivers a suplex of her own, a Saito suplex. Andrew Fulton : Wow. She is bringing it! Jeremy Tucker : Linda back to_her feet, and drills Rebecca with an exploder suplex. Rebecca back up, not as quick, but quick enough to catch Linda with a belly to belly suplex! Andrew Fulton : She is going move for move with her Jerry! Jeremy Tucker : She has the goods! What a competitor! Linda gets back up and drills Rebecca with a snap suplex, then follows it up right away putting Rebecca down with a German (Irish) suplex! Andrew Fulton : That will keep her down … no! Rebecca back up again, she won’t quit …. Jeremy Tucker : SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX! Lucky Linda’s shoulders are on the mat … Mackey drops for the count ….. One ……………….. Two …………………. Th … kick out by Linda! Andrew Fulton : Wowee! Rebecca and Linda both get to their feet and stare each other down, the Japanese crowd applauding them both. Linda then nails Rebecca with a spinning Roundhouse kick! Jeremy Tucker : Rebecca doesn’t go down, she can take a shot this kid! Rebecca then hits a bicycle kick on Linda, that rocks the Lucky One. Andrew Fulton : Move for move still! Linda shakes it off and delivers an IRA (Yakuza) kick to Rebecca, which sends Brookes down. You think she is related to Phil, Jerry? Jeremy Tucker : I don’t think so. And who cares, this is epic to and fro battle and that is all you can come up with? Rebecca back to her feet, nails Linda with a spinning wheel kick! Andrew Fulton : Linda cart wheels out from it, and then hits Rebecca with the scissor kick! Jeremy Tucker : No! Rebecca matrix ducks under it, and then connects with the pele kick to Linda! The Japanese crowd buzzing. Andrew Fulton : Rebecca drops down for a cover ….. Jeremy Tucker : One ……………. Two ………………. Thr … Linda rolls the shoulder. Andrew Fulton : She didn’t hook the leg. Linda grabs Rebecca and rolls her up for a cover ….. Jeremy Tucker : One …………….. Two ……………… Thre …… Rebecca breaks the count. Andrew Fulton : Rebecca pleased with herself breaking that roll up, Linda though right back on her …. Nails a big X Factor! Jeremy Tucker : Linda stays on Rebecca, and crunches her with a side effect, and then the Roll the dice. Andrew Fulton : No more of these move for move games … Linda is ready to wrap this one up. Jeremy Tucker : Rebecca woozily gets to her feet, she has fought a great match …. Linda though is a great Champion, one of the best in the entire XHF and she nails her with a back stabber and covers her, hooking the leg. One ………………… Two ………………….. THREE!!! Andrew Fulton : No! Rebecca’s foot was on the rope! Jeremy Tucker : Linda cannot believe it. She queries Mackey who assures her the foot was on the rope. Rebecca then is thrown into the ropes by Linda, but Rebecca runs up them and springboards back with a flying body press! Andrew Fulton : I thought she was done for. So did Linda! Jeremy Tucker : Rebecca with a Uranage slam, and then a cradle piledriver to Linda! Andrew Fulton : Where is she finding this? Jeremy Tucker : Heart Fulton! She has heart! Rebecca goes to the top rope and as Linda heads to her feet, Rebecca delivers a perfect block buster! Cover by Rebecca ….. One ……………….. Two ………………. Thr … kick out by Linda! Andrew Fulton : Close, but no cigar. Jeremy Tucker : These two are pretty much spent here, TROUBLE IN PARADISE!!! Linda just nailed the trouble in paradise! Andrew Fulton : But she is taking too long to capitalise on it! Jeremy Tucker : Leaping reverse STO by Rebecca! The Dream Chaser! Andrew Fulton : Holy SHIT! Jeremy Tucker : She too is taking too long to capitalise. Both women are out on their feet! Linda nails the Irish (Canadian) Destroyer! That’s gotta be IT! One ………… Two ……………….. THRE … NO! Rebecca kicks out! Andrew Fulton : I do not believe it! Jeremy Tucker : Rebecca will NOT be denied. GUARDIAN DROP! ( RKO). Andrew Fulton : She nailed it! Jeremy Tucker : Rebecca heads to the top rope … Frog Splash! GOT IT! Covers Linda ………….. One …………………… Two ………………………. THREE …. NO! Linda rolled the shoulder. Andrew Fulton : It does not get any closer Jerry., Jeremy Tucker : Linda locks in the Irish Cloverleaf (Texas)! Rebecca is in the middle of the ring and has no where to go. Andrew Fulton : She has fought a valiant match, I will give her that, but now Linda has got her! Jeremy Tucker : Rebecca wont tap. She is refusing, and inch by inch, crawling to the ropes, Linda is beginning to panic and releases the hold and stomps on the head of Rebecca, she then throws her into the corner with such power that Rebecca is tied up in it … Linda takes off and delivers a Running cannonball into 450 missile drop kick!!! Andrew Fulton : What a move! Jeremy Tucker : What a match! Linda signals it’s over now … and heads to the top for the Lucky Dip 450 … she flies … but Rebecca got the knee’s up. Andrew Fulton : She had scouted that out! Jeremy Tucker : Bubblegum Crusher!!!! (Double Underhook Sit-Out Facebuster) Rebecca just got Linda with her finisher …… she drapes the arm over the chest of Linda in exhaustion ……. One ……………………… Two …………………………. THREE!!!!!! Andrew Fulton : SHE GOT IT!!! Jeremy Tucker : Rebecca has just defeated the Amazons Champion! She IS the Amazons Champion! Andrew Fulton : What_a_match. Jeremy Tucker : She took everything the veteran Linda had to offer, and matched her all match long move for move, and then, pinned her clean in the middle of the ring! Andrew Fulton : What an upset! Jeremy Tucker : Linda gets slowly to her feet as Angel by Kali Uchis hits and nods in respect to Rebecca, then slides out of the ring to give Rebecca her moment, the Japanese fans applauding with gusto. Frank Salazar : Winner of the match, and NEWWWWWW SWAT AMAZONS CHAMPION …. REBECCA BROOKES!!!![Rebecca is handed the Amazons belt and raises it high in the air, the thrill of victory flowing thru her exhausted body, a smile a mile long on her young face.]
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Post by thecomedian on Sept 26, 2020 7:08:13 GMT -5
<We fade back in to the arena where "Hate or Glory" by Gesaffelstein kicks in over the pa system and "The Golden God" Rally Jackson comes out King Mabel style in a carriage carried by the local Japanese strippers, well let's just say they're geisha's. Ok well Rally found them on craigslist. The look of anguish on their face as they struggle to carry Rally and all his girth to the ring. He has both belts over his shoulders as he steps onto the apron and through the ropes. The crowd is a little conflicted but we get a few slow claps and you can hear some random fans yelling "we're not worthy" a few english speaking fans in the crowd.>
Rally Jackson: Ten months ago, I was unemployed and getting defacated on. ::crowd gives an unexpected cheer:: And now I'm not only employed but I have two belts!!
::more cheers as a ringside attendant gets in the ring and wipes Rally's face::
Nobody expected this. Nobody saw it coming. They saw Rally returned and they laughed. They said "Rally is just looking to make a quick buck." "Rally can't do a pull up." "Rally has flagella." "Rally's dressing room always smells like something ungodly happened there."
Well that all may be true, but who cares? Bitch I got two belts again!!
::if I forget to say the crowd is cheering, just imagine the crowd cheering when it makes sense::
My first order of business as new world champion is to pass legislation that gets rid of the federal income tax!!
<The Japanese crowd has no idea what he is talking about, but cheer anyway. SWAT Road Agent Sock Foley enters the ring.>
Sock Foley: Rally, the world champion doesn't have the power to get rid of taxes. You have to run for public office.
Rally Jackson: Hmmph, okay that was not explicitly explained to me. In that case, in my first order of business I am going to change tonight's match tonight to the KGB versus a pack of wolves I will release from the zoo!!
<The Japanese crowd oohs and ahhs, but Sock Foley interrupts.>
Sock Foley: You don't have the power to do that either. That is the job of the booker.
Rally Jackson: Sigh. ::yes he says the word sigh:: I will then enact my power to put in place more vending machines with women's underwear in them! My favorite part of Japan!
::biggest pop of the night::
Sock Foley: ::getting cocky shutting Rally down at this point:: Need a vendor's license...
Rally Jackson: I will cut every other wrestler's pay in half and award the rest to me!
Sock Foley: Promoter's in charge of wrestler payouts.
Rally Jackson: I give up. What do I have the power to do then?
Sock Foley: You have the power to go out and wrestle the matches you're asked too. Now dance puppet, dance!!
Rally Jackson: Well then in that case, let me just address my fans.
A month ago, I was taken to the limit by two people in the business I really respect a lot. And that means something, considering I'm always pushing for name tags on the rest of the roster.
Syb, you were willing to defend your title twice now against me when you didn't have to. We are stablemates and it would have been easy to argue against having to defend against someone on your own team. I will always appreciate you giving me the opportunity, truly a champion willing to defend against all comers.
However, a bit of advice. Next time I get a bite on your leg, just tap. The match is already over. Now you're walking around with a limp when you didn't have to.
::mixed reaction::
Sometimes 110% doesn't pay off.
::ok now they are booing as if to say that was uncalled for::
What? I'm just saying maybe give it like 90%. Because now I have to get the kid a walking stick for his birthday.
::there's laughter but the camera pans out to a crowd control board that reads "start laughing"::
And Tux, you have been a great teammate to me for the past few months. We found ourselves on the other side of the ring from each other last month and you took it in stride. You were able to put it aside and work a fair match....
::crowd respectfully clapping::
Oh who am I kidding? You punched me in the balls! You dick! That's my money spender you're messing with. Just wait until after our match is over tonight and we beat the Russians. As soon as the ref raises your arm, I'm punching you di-rec-ally where the sun don't shine. No forget that. I'm straight tiger tiger kneeing you.
Now play my music.
<"Hate or Glory kicks back in on the pa system but the strippers are long gone. He only paid for fifteen minutes of service. Sock Foley helps Rally to the back since the doctor says he can't put much pressure on his knees. When they reach the back. Rally thinks the cameras stopped rolling.>
Rally Jackson: What the fuck do you mean I still have to pay taxes?
<Fade.>
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Post by edwarddubin0604 on Sept 26, 2020 19:25:49 GMT -5
(Psychotic Goth is leaving the locker room with Vampira their facial expressions haven't changed since the show began as Warren W. Webber comes up to them.)
Warren W. Webber: "Psychotic Goth can I get a few words about your capturing the Television Championship."
Vampira: "You may Warren."
Warren W. Webber: "Congratulations on your capturing the SWAT Television Championship in what was a tough match."
Psychotic Goth: "It was as tough as the rest of the battles we had since we first met in the battle royal for this prestigious championship."
(Warren W. Webber pauses before asking the next question.)
Vampira: "What's wrong Warren. First you looked ready to ask your next question and now you are reluctant or scared to ask it."
Warren W. Webber: "Well....Some are speculating that you were in league with The KGB in winning the SWAT Television Championship."
(Psychotic Goth roars angrily and curses in an ancient Japanese dialect.)
Vampira: "REPEAT THAT QUESTION!"
Warren W. Webber: "Well......Some are speculating that you were in league with The KGB in winning the SWAT Television Championship."
(Psychotic Goth roars louder and with more anger as he continues to curse in an ancient Japanese dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "WHO DARES TAINT MY VICTORY OVER EL COMBATIENTE! WHO TALKS ILL OF THE 'KING OF THE GOTHS!"
Vampira: "TELL HIM OR YOU SHALL BE A SACRIFICE TO AMATSU MIKABOSHI!"
Psychotic Goth: "WHO SAID THIS WARREN!"
Warren W. Webber: "It was Andrew Fulton."
Psychotic Goth: "I SHALL CURSE ANDREW FULTON FOR EVEN SPEAKING AND DARING TO ASSOCIATE ME WITH THOSE PIECES OF SHIT! TELL HIM TO APOLOGIE OR I SHALL CURSE HIM FOREVER AND HE SHALL SUFFER ETERNAL HELL ALONG WITH ANYONE WHO ASSOCIATES WITH!"
Vampira: "First off Warren we had nothing to do with those scumbags. Why would we associate with them since him out of the formerly known as the SWAT Hardcore Championship last year. Then that championship got sullied by all who held it eve since especially when Rally 'Golden Glut' Jackson crapped on it. At least Eddie D. redeemed it before giving it a new name."
(Psychotic Goth calms down and removes the SWAT Television Championship from a case as Vampira opens up another case and removes a sword.)
Psychotic Goth: "Since everyone's giving the championships in SWAT new names. I shall this a more formal declaration fit for royalty."
(He uses the sword to tap both sides of the SWAT Television Championship.)
Psychotic Goth: "I dub thee the SWAT Hardcore Television Championship. This is going to honor the old Hardkore World Championships in the past and I shall carry that standard since I believe in brutality. As to the rest of SWAT my reign of darkness and terror has just begun and I shall spread it to the rest of the XHF by way of End Of Days. James Mueller I shall destroy you first and then El Combatiente we shall have a rematch since it's inevitable. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall make my vows come true."
(They leave Warren W. Webber as the scene slowly fades to black.)
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Post by radu on Sept 26, 2020 21:48:47 GMT -5
(There is a massive pop as The Sacrificial Idol steps out onto the entrance stage. The longest reigning SWAT champion in history, which recent title changes suggest is a record that won’t be challenged anytime soon, raises a withered arm to draw a respectful silence.)
Radu Matei: Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition-
(Beat.)
Radu Matei: Just when I think I can let these old bones rest, it seems like we enter a new crisis mode. Well I’m still here, and even though I’m not fit for much more than holding up the apron in a tag match, I WILL KEEP YOU SAFE!
(Deathless chants fire up throughout the arena.)
Radu Matei: I am not here to speak ill of the dead, as there is nothing concrete to suggest SWAT’s current dire finances are tied to the late Zoran Sainovic. All I know is, the coffers seem to be missing forty million dollars – and that’s about the operating costs for a few seasons of great Syndicate programming.
(That news quiets the audience down again.)
Radu Matei: We seem to be losing a world champion every week. Suzi Spitz. Trent Jones. Who is next? Syberus? Johnny Valentine? Me? It doesn’t take a genius to know that SWAT is in the middle of a storm. Which brings me to the fall. Autumn days mean a very important part of our calendar season is approaching.
Originally started in the great HARDKORE WORLD, of which many of our current stars got their start, and purchased from Johnny to become the crown jewel of our October Pay Per View...
(Reaching behind him, Deathless raises last year’s trophy.)
Radu Matei: The HELLOWEEN CUP!
*MONSTER POP*
Radu Matei: It’s a hell of an event. A one night tournament with more barbwire than you can shake a stick at, that inevitable ends up injuring half the roster. Now, we seem to be in a rebuilding period, and don’t have that many bodies to risk permanent injuries too. So I’ve been speaking with the championship committee, and this year, there are going to be a few changes. Rather than a series of matches, SWAT’s looking at a single contest featuring a team format – they are still devising the exact stipulations of the match, but I for one can’t wait to see the Society of the New Breed kicking the crap out the KGB!
(The audience eat this up.)
Radu Matei: SWAT staff above my pay grade will have more announcements in the coming weeks, regarding the teams and the memorably hardcore nature of the match, but I guarantee that this is going to be a Helloween Cup for the books.
Thank you Syndicate Wrestling fans for always sticking by us.
You know that SWAT is never better than when it has its back up against the wall...
...And in October, that wall just happens to be made out of barbwire.
I don't know if suffering builds character, but this fall, I'm looking forwards to a new generation to shine brightly, and bleed profusely.
Thank you.
(Verse at the Puro style of promos from his brief stint in SWAT Japan, Radu Matei bows to the Japanese audience who applaud their broken hero.)
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Post by frostbite on Sept 26, 2020 22:34:57 GMT -5
Pitch black..
Slowly things come into focus as we see Frostbite sitting on the hard green floor. It appears that he is getting himself ready for tonight big time World tag team title match as he and Armand take on Rally Jackson and Tuxedo Mask. The intensity in Frostbite blue eyes are so piercing that they are coming through our tv screen as if he was breathing down our necks. Frostbite is decked out in the red and black KGB tee shirt and long black tights with KGB written in big bold red letters and black boots with once again the initials KGB on both boots. He even is wearing red gloves that have KGB written in black letters on the palm of his hands. Bruno is leaning up against a locker across from Frostbite who is still sitting on the floor. Bruno is decked out in the same tee shirt that Frostbite is wearing and black jeans and black steel toe boots.
Frostbite looks over at Bruno.
Frostbite.. Did you hear Rally little speech?
Bruno shrugs his shoulders.
Frostbite.. Exactly big man, I just do not get it. Maybe I need a hearing checked but I do not believe the so call champion mention either myself or Armand at all in his little speech. I do not believe he bought up his tag team partner and all. If I were Tuxedo Mask I might be pissed off. Nope all the boy could talk about was his win last show and now he walks around with two belts. I hope he does not come up with some stupid little catch phrase about..
Rally two belts..
Frostbite shakes his head.
Frostbite.. I thought Rally knows better. He made a rookie mistake. He should be focus on thing at a time. This tag team title match he needs to have his undivided attention on. But hey I understand the man is still on cloud nine after winning the World title. I get it, I really do. But Rally my boy, you made a fatal mistake. It appears that myself and Armand are no worth your time. I bet you feel that you and your partner have this in the bag.
Frostbite pulls himself off the floor.
Frostbite.. It seems that you have way too much on your mind. All that gold you are carrying it appears that it is doing something to your brain. You are no thinking clearly. Maybe myself and Armand and help you out with that. Maybe we need to relieve you of some of that gold. It would be the right thing to do.
He walks over to Bruno.
Frostbite.. People believe I am such a bad guy.
Bruno looks at him as he shakes his head.
Frostbite.. Ah, who in the hell am I kidding. I am not a nice guy. Nope you see Rally, you actually pissed me off but simply not knowledge us or even you have a match in a few minutes. I thought Johnnie might have taught you better, but maybe he us losing his midus touch with your worthless group, he needs to pull you back in and have a few words with you. Tonight, you are about to drop those tag team titles to myself and Armand. If I am Tuexedo Mask right now I must be scratching my head or maybe he needs to knock you upside your damn head and tell you to get your head in the game. Because either myself or Armand will knock clean off your damn shoulders.
Bruno taps Frostbite on his shoulder.
Frostbite.. I know big man it us about that time. Rally after myself and Armand relieve you of some gold. I want you to look me in my blue eyes at some point in the match in a few minutes and I want you to look at the man that is not only going to take your tag team titles from you and your partner but the man that will take the heaviest gold that you are carrying around right now. The World title.
Frostbite looks toward the locker room door.
Frostbite.. Rally I will help saying it..
The End is here..
The devil himself is coming to carry your soul to eternal damnination.
Frostbite laughs..
Bruno and him out of the locker room, as we are back at ringside.
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