Battleground #32 : Toronto Throwdown (Show)

[SWAT Team]

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

We open up live to The Scotiabank Arena. Toronto, Canada. The fans are going wild and we then zoom into the commentary booth, where we see Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton wearing SWAT Blazers and headsets.

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome. Welcome to Toronto! Welcome to Battleground! WELCOME TO SWAT!!! Last week we closed out the show with all hell breaking loose and battle lines being drawn. El Combatiente was left with a choice, succumb to the torture and manipulation of the KGB, or stand up to them, and he made a stand of the highest order.

Andrew Fulton : One he will live to regret! Starting tonight when the KGB’s own Bruno gets him in the ring and roughs him up and sends a message his and the rest of SWAT’s way courtesy of the Bandits!

Jeremy Tucker : We also saw new Tag Team Champion in Frostbite and Armand von Krauss and a new Amazons Champion in Rebecca Brookes. Congratulations to both of them.

Andrew Fulton : What about the return of RDS and Rayzor to the ring! They beat the Stylistics Jerry! THE STYLISTS!

Jeremy Tucker : Times, they be a changing here in SWAT!

Andrew Fulton : Finally. Rally is the Champ, and he is going to turn this fed on its head.

Jeremy Tucker : How about that brawl with he and Radu? Now THAT would make a match for the ages.

Andrew Fulton : He had no business getting into the KGB business last show, and James Fierce will make him pay for that here in Canada tonight!

Jeremy Tucker : We also have a new TV Champion, Psychotic GOTH! That was a well deserved win by the King of Goths.

Andrew Fulton : THREE new Champions we saw in Japan, that is unheard of and just goes to show how things are shaking up here at the moment.

Jeremy Tucker : Well, his first defence is scheduled for our FIRST match tonight! Against the Indian Assassin himself, Rajiv Khan. We’ll be back shortly with that, but first, some words from our guys …

[radu]

((Backstage.))

((The Locker Room.))

((The boys are getting ready for what promises to be a big show.  The SWAT Regular Army or Job Squad as the internet affectionately labels them, are feeling like a million bucks.  The Canadian crowds are so polite to them, our boys almost feel like human beings.  It's been awhile.))

((TJ Souza is demonstrating his fox trot, using a chair as a partner - since his tag partner's gimmick is being a stick in the mud.))

TJ Souza:

With a big TWIRL at the finish - I tell you, FIGHT UK won't even know what hits them.

Brien O. Thomas:

I hope not.  You heard Radu last week.  Helloween Cup is going to be TEAM BASED, this is our big chance to headline a show.  We just have to show SWAT that we're a team worth cheering for.  We have put in the time.  Outlasted a lot of so called tag teams that are going to set the division on fire.  We shouldn't be talent enhancers for FIGHT UK, they should be enhancing us!

TJ Souza:

Don't stress so much, BOT.  1.  2.  3.  1.  2.  3.  See it's all 2 in 3 the hips.

Brien O. Thomas:

We need to take this seriously.

TJ Souza:

These moves are DEADLY.  I'm the Fred Astaire of wrestling.  Have faith, BOT.  Look - Rajiv is so star struck that he's practically drooling on himself.  They don't have moves like these in your Bollywood movies.

((TJ kicks two chairs so that they kind of line up like back-up dancers.  From the far bench, The Indian Assassin is lost in thought.))

Rajiv Khan:

Huh?

TJ Souza:

Getting focused for your big match.

Rajiv Khan:

I was just thinking about the Homecoming show.  SWAT's big return in 2016 after a five year hiatus.  I was one of the headliners.  Main event.  Four years later, and it feels like I am a joke.  Me and Goth should be wrestling for the World title at the top of the show - setting the fed on fire like we did with our hardcore title feud.  Instead, we jerk the curtain for the third tier belt.  This is not fair to him or myself.

TJ Souza:

Well let them know.  Remind them who you are.  Like we're going to do to Fight UK later tonight.

Rajiv Khan:

The words do not come easy.

Brien O. Thomas:

Then use your real voice.  Your words.  Be comfortable.

(The Indian Assassin nods to his tag rivals, then looks up at the camera.)

Rajiv Khan:

Tumhen pata nahin kya mushkil samay pitaajee hain...

Hard timais tab hota hai jab is desh ke kapada majadoor kaam se baahar hote hain - unhen chaar ya paanch bachche milate hain aur ve unhen majadooree nahin de sakate - unhen bhojan nahin khareed sakate. Haard samay tab hota hai jab otorokars kaam se baahar hote hain, aur ve unhen "hom jao!" ...Aur haard taeems jab ek aadamee 30 saal kee naukaree kar raha hota hai, to ve use ek ghadee dete hain, use bat mein maarate hain aur kahate hain "are, kampyootar ne aapakee jagah le lee, daidee." Vah kathin samay hai. Vah kathin samay hai.

....Aur rik phleyar, aapane dastee rods ko baahar nikaalakar is desh mein haard taeems daal die. Vah kathin samay hai!

Aur ham sabhee ke lie kathin samay ek saath tha.

Main maanata hoon, main us din ke ethaleet kee tarah nahin dikhata. Mera pet abhee thoda bada hai. Meree haeenee abhee thodee badee hai. Lekin bhaee ... Main hoon bura, aur ve jaanate hain ki main bada hoon.

Aur do bure log the. Ek jon ven tha, aur vah mar chuka hai, bhaee. Aur doosara yaheen hai.

Nechar boy rik phleyar, duniya ka haiveevet sheershak in logon ka hai. Main ab baahar pahunchane vaala hoon, rait nau, aur main chaahata hoon ki aap ghar par pata karen ki mera haath aapake haath ko chhoo raha hai ...is desh mein logon ke sabase bade shareer ke is jamaavade ke lie - is brahmaand mein - ab pooree duniya mein. Kyonki is samay mein jo pyaar mujhe diya gaya tha, use ab chuka doonga!

Kyonki main is samay ke baad duniya ke sabase bade chaimpiyan banoonga!

((DAMN!  Did Rajiv Khan just cut the greatest promo of all time?!  TJ Souza drops his dance partner to excitedly address the camera.))

TJ Souza:

YEAH!  What have you got to say about that, Goth?

((Rajiv Khan certainly rose to the occasion, even if war pig was right.))

[edwarddubin0604]

(The Tron shows Psychotic Goth and Vampira surrounded by flames which don't seem to be affecting them despite the scars on his pale handsome goth like looks from his End Of Days loss to James Mueller. Psychotic Goth doesn't seem affected by the pain and in fact he seems to be grinning with satisfaction as if the scars were a badge of honor.)

Vampira: "Tonight 'The King of the Goths' must meet out punishment for the sins of what James Mueller did at End Of Days and unfortunately Rajiv Khan must suffer his wrath."

Psychotic Goth: "At End Of Days James Mueller took the cheap way out. He stole a victory by using a rope lowered to him and he used it to climb out of the barbed wire and electrically charged cage thus screwing me. This injustice can not go unanswered nor can I allow this to go unpunished. Tonight Rajiv Khan you must be the one who must suffer the consequences for what Mueller has done. It is quite unfortunate that you should be my first opponent."

(He roars in an ancient Native American dialect as the flames roar higher before subsiding.)

Psychotic Goth: "Yes quite unfortunate Rajiv Khan since I like you so much. We had quite a match two years ago and you came close to defeating me. Tonight we meet again with higher stakes for my newly rechristened SWAT Hardcore Television Championship. Unlike the generic names for my former SWAT Hardcore Championship this one is dedicated to the promotion that I called my first home. Where even you wrestled in Rajiv and still got defeated time and again."

(He bellows in an ancient Native American dialect as the flames shot higher blocking Psychotic Goth and Vampira briefly before subsiding.)

Psychotic Goth: "We never battled in Hardkore World but we shall battle here in SWAT for the second straight time. I know you'll bring your best to our match since that's what you do best when you want to do so. Please do that tonight and I plan on doing the same as well and time will be of the essence being that it's a ten minute time limit."

(Psychotic Goth smiles sadistically.)

Psychotic Goth: "No I know the rules may look in my favor, but then again do I look like I enjoy going by the rules. 'The King of the Goths' never follows the rules and never conforms to them and never will. No matter what anyone thinks I never cared for rules or the establishment.
I do what I want and when I want in the ring no matter what anyone thinks and this match is no exception."

(He laughs sadistically.)

Psychotic Goth: "Now don't think that I'm going to take you lightly. I never do so because champion or not I don't take any opponent lightly not you or anyone in SWAT who is in line for this SWAT Hardcore Television Championship. Why should I look past you Rajiv. You gave me a battle as I had mentioned and I know you'll do it again."

(Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient Native American accent.)

Psychotic Goth: "Remember this is your time in the spotlight Rajiv Khan and your time only. Do not blow it and don't disappoint 'The King of the Goths' because I shall be so displeased if you do so. Do not shame yourself by acting like my royal court jester instead of my opponent.
That shall displease me even more Rajiv and I hate being displeased."

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

Psychotic Goth: "Time is winding down Rajiv and it winds down quite fast and soon the bell shall ring for our match to begin. Bring your brother Mohammed Khan. Bring your family and your elephant to watch your back though it may not matter Rajiv. When all is said and done I shall remain champion and I shall continue my crusade to spread my darkness and terror throughout SWAT and one day the XHF. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall make my vows come true."

(The tron goes black and the scene slowly fades to black.)

[vastrix]

High above the Pacific Ocean, we can find the Black Ship. The black airship of Armand von Krauss. It hangs in the sky as an ill omen as it slips through the clouds. On the observation deck, Armand von Krauss stands in front of the window as he looks out to see the first vestiges of Alaska on the horizon start to be visible.

Von Krauss: I can’t believe that El Combatiente chose to not join me in the end. Despite the fact that I spent considerable time and care on his Javier. He should know what happens to those who defy me.

Armand lights an Egyptian cigarette, blowing smoke against the glass. We pan back to see that Bruno is sitting in an overstuffed recliner in the decadently decorated observation deck. Bruno has a can of beer in his hand that he takes a sip of.

Bruno: Don’t worry about it, Armand. I’ll make sure that he pays for his disrespect. I’ll brutalize him in our match.

Armand smiles, still facing the glass as he flicks ashes not the floor.

Von Krauss: I would hope that you can deal with this ehrenwerter Krieger or else there will be repercussions. I would hate for something to happen to your...friend.

Bruno’s eyes go wide and he swallows hard.

Bruno: You promised that he would be safe when I joined you and the KGB!

Armand turns around to look at Bruno, blowing smoke into the air with a chuckle.

Von Krauss: And he has been as safe as one gets with this. What do you call it? Sport. Though, if I am disappointed. If I am disappointed. Well, accidents can claim lives. These schwächelnde Kampfkünste can spin out of control and sway into real fighting if you know what I mean. Someone could get hurt, or even die.

Bruno throws his beer down on the floor and stands up, getting into Armand’s face.

Bruno: I’ll break that scumbag in half! You know I can do it! That El Combatiente doesn’t know that I’m fighting for a cause! By the time I’m through with him, he will beg to be taken into the KGB!

Armand flicks ashes onto the floor, his sadistic grin showing teeth.

Von Krauss: And I will laugh at him and allow you to cripple him forever.

Bruno: Cripple him forever?

Von Krauss: Yes...forever. The lesson won’t stick unless it’s a good one. You. Will. Cripple. El Combatiente. Am I clear?

Bruno seems to deflate, backing away slowly and looking down.

Bruno: I will cripple El Combatiente forever. Just don’t kill Soutter.

Armand drops his cigarette and stomps it out, having not lost his twisted smile.

Von Krauss: I won’t. I gave my word that I will not kill him and I honor my word.

Armand turns away back to the window, lighting another Egyptian cigarette.

Von Krauss: If it comes to the need, I will have Gabriel kill him.

Bruno sits back down in the chair with a long sigh.

Bruno: I will have to crush you, El Combatiente...for my friend’s sake.

[BlazeFNfreya]

-Our scene opens up in the halls of the SWAT backstage area where we almost instantly spot the name on a door to our right, as one "Blaze FN Freya". The door opens inviting us in and when we enter, The Blackpool Bombshell notices our camera and stops what she's doing; which was putting on her right sock-



"Why HELLO there to everyone in the SWAT Universe...
I don't know about you but I had one helluva week! Blaze's in-ring return went viral on several platforms n' merchandise sales are through the roof! However, my increase in popularity isn't the reason I've had such a great time. No, no no, ya see I had a great time because I said what I was gonna do n' then I went out there n' fuckin' did it!"

-She glares, slipping her sock the rest of the way on before looking back up with a new intensity inside those icy blue eyes of hers-

"Kim and Jade, Jade and Kim, I mopped the floor with one of ya whilst the other watched helplessly n' was only there to help her beaten ass the fuck up!!! She claimed I was a part-timer who ran away from the division for my own safety, well I proved all of that WRONG when I dropped her on her head harder than her mum ever did!!!"

-Her British charm and charisma draws us in even more as she rips into each and every possible target in sight-

"Now, Linda, if you're watching this I hope you know that every blow I landed on that Hollywood ass assassin, I was thinking of you because before you totally fumbled n' dropped the ball on the whole world by losing the title to Rebecca of all people, I was training for a one on one Championship Battle with YOU… and well, since we won't be getting that, I'm gonna treat this match like it IS for the title and I swear on my uncles left kidney I will turn Lucky Linda Le Fey into One Unlucky Ass Bitch!!! N' that ain't tough talk, ladies n' gentlemen. That's A Promise!!!"

-We slowly fade to black as Blaze Freya finishes getting dressed for her match tonight. Will she once again predict the outcome of her own match? Or will the Luck of Linda prove to be superior to Blaze's burning desire for Championship Gold? Stay tuned and find out ONLY on SWAT!-

[Oh-Oh]

We open backstage at the Scotiabank Arena, where SWAT will be hosting their event this evening. Willard Manchester cab seen pacing nervously up and down a long hallway. Every few moments he glances at his phone wondering if he has missed a call, or perhaps received a text message. He signs with exasperation when he realizes that there is nothing there. As the moments pass, the tension rises.

Finally, Liam Beesley walks through the back door in his FIGHT:UK Black Hooded Sweatshirt, with his ring gear underneath. Liam's mood seems rather chipper, and nods his head respectfully to the SWAT staff that are scattered about. Beesley continues his walk forward, where he meets up with his tag team partner.

Manchester: "Where have you been? I've been here waiting on you for over an hour."

Beesley doesn't seem bothered.

Beesley: "I was catching up with some old friends, and our conversation went a little long."

Manchester: "You can't be serious. I knew I shouldn't have agreed to see the next chapter of FIGHT:UK through."

Now we watch as Beesley's mood changes.

Beesley: "Listen, Canada has become like a second home to me. I've established a strong network of connections in the area that have helped change my life for the better."

Manchester: "Save the sob story for someone who gives a rip."

Beesley's eyes narrow, and he stops dead in his tracks. He turns his body so that he's now chest to chest with Manchester.

Beesley: "When I agreed to leave England for Canada at your request, I did so without hesitation. You told me that there was plenty of opportunities for 'us' to prosper here. Little did I know at the time, you foresaw me as nothing more than your backup. When you won the first Cruiserweight Cup and brought the North American Cruiserweight Championship to our camp, I was thrilled. As time wore on, what started as adulation slowly became angst."

Manchester: "What do you mean? I put us on the map over here."

Beesley: "While that might be true, you also let your position get the best of you. I parlayed my opportunity into something greater than a run as a champion. I became entrusted with the futures of many young wrestlers looking to follow in our footsteps. I chose to use my position to give back to the profession, and not pillage it for my own prosperity."

Manchester: "So that's its, right? That's what you think I did? The truth finally comes out...

Manchester turns to walk away, but Beesley jolts him back into position.

Beesley: "I'm not finished."

Manchester is surprised and a tad embarrassed at how easily Beesley was able to control him with strength.

Beesley: "The hierarchy within FIGHT:UK isn't what it was two years ago. I'm not here to ride coattails, or protect you any longer. I'm here as your equal."

Liam's words linger in the air for a few moments, as Manchester is still slightly stunned.

Beesley: "I took one for the team during your singles run, and took a step back to allow you to shine. Whenever the opportunity arose for a tag team or six man match, I stepped in. Otherwise, I spent time working with some of the stars of tomorrow. But here and now, this opportunity is immensely important to me."

Manchester finds the words, albeit with a little less force in his tone.

Manchester: "It's important to me too."

Beesley: "Gus Arnold went out of his way to reach out to the ownership of SWAT and pitched them on the idea of you and I coming here to compete as a team. A team, Willard, not you or I... You and I."

Manchester nods.

Beesley: "I'm certainly not going to allow us to blow this opportunity. So, if you're questioning my intentions based on how I spend my time before I arrive to the arena - let's put that on ice right now once and for all."

Manchester: "It's just that..."

Beesley: "It's what?"

Manchester: "Well, this is our first night here, and you know how new locker rooms can be."

Beesley understands that Manchester's chest sticks out further when he's got backup. Coupled with the fact that Manchester has gone out of his way to trumpet his own accomplishments an nauseam and is liable to have irritated some of their fellow competitors at some point in time.

Beesley: "Just keep your nose clean."

Manchester shoots Beesley a strong glance.

Beesley: "I know how challenging that can be for you."

Manchester smirks, knowing full well that Liam is speaking the truth.

Manchester: "So, what's the scoop on our opponents?"

Beesley reaches into his duffle bag and pulls out his tablet. Liam is pointing and talking quietly, as if not to have anything he's saying register with anyone else within an earshot. After a few moments, we can hear some background noise, and what might appear to be a highlight reel of some of the OZ's recent matches.

Manchester: "They look tough. A little silly, but tough."

Beesley: "Trust me, there aren't any night's off in SWAT. You and I need to be on the same page and stay there or this opportunity isn't going to last long."

Manchester nods, and pats Liam on the shoulder doing his best to make amends.

Beesley: "Smarten up, kid. We still have time to go over a few things before bell time, so let's get at it."

Manchester: "You bet."

We watch as the two teammates walk as a united front towards their locker room after having cooled the tension between them. While that might seem like a victory in itself based on how things have been transpiring between the two of them throughout 2020 - something tells me that their respective outlooks are far from integrated.

[Cut.]

[edwarddubin0604]

(Jade is behind a screen finishing suiting up for her three way match with Rayvnn and the mystery opponent as Kim stands guard watching the camera to make sure the camera doesn't try to do anything stupid if the cameraman knows what's good for him. Jade finally emerges in her wrestling gear angry and more than ready to take whatever is on her mind out on her opponent or opponents.)

Kim: "You're still angry about this match."

Jade: "I am and I'm going to take it our on someone and too bad it's Rayvnn and whoever this mystery woman is."

Kim: "If this mystery woman ever shows up."

Jade: "Where do these losers come from. I mean Rayvnn at least showed up and is ready to wrestle while our mystery opponent seems to be acting like she doesn't know how to file paperwork or sign a contract. Yet this mystery opponent wants to wrestle in SWAT."

Kim: "She must be a bimbo secretary who needed a job and GLOW rejected her for a wrestling career there. I guess we can see why that happened."

Jade: "Well here's a warning to that wannabe spandex wearing bimbo and she better be listening loud and clear. Don't show up if you know what's good for you bitch. If you aren't committed to SWAT full time then don't wrestle here or anywhere in the XHF at all. If you do then you better hope the welcome me and Rayvnn give you in the form of a beat down will make you realie that your crap isn't tolerated in SWAT."

Kim: "As if she'll listen."

Jade: "True since her brain is obviously not in that head of hers."

Kim: "Here's an idea to make it a three way. Why not have Blaze Freya wrestle two matches since she thinks she can beat anyone in SWAT."

Jade: "Speaking of whom. Blaze we still have some unfinished business and this so-called Hollywood ass assassin isn't through with you yet. You think that you've seen the last of me Blaze and you've moved on to where....the AWF or some other place desperate to fill their roster. If you do stay and I hope you do I'll be the one dropping you on your head with no regrets whatsoever."

Kim: "When my sister Jade says she'll do something to an opponent. Jade means it a hundred percent."

Jade: "Who knows Olympia may need a warm up match and she'll probably be chosen to fill in for the third opponent."

Kim: "You still have unfinished business with her after she knocked you barely conscious and if she wins the championship. Then you'll be more than motivated to get back at her for what she did to you at the last Battleground."

Jade: "Which is more than enough to motivate me to win this three way match."

Kim: "Then there's Rayvnn."

Jade: "At least she committed to SWAT and is going to be in this match. That's someone I can respect a lot and I know she's going to be ready for me as I'm going to be ready for her. We're both going to bring our best and in the end I do plan on getting my arm raised in victory and proving that I do deserve another shot."

Kim: "That would be Blaze stealing that opportunity."

Jade: "As always. Getting back to Rayvnn. I'm expecting much from you in SWAT and I don't want to be disappointed and I know you won't fail to come through expectation wise. If I'm disappointed then you better watch out because I hate being disappointed. Still Rayvnn I know you'll be quite motivated to make a good impression on SWAT management. So don't disappoint them either Rayvnn unlike the third opponent in the match."

Kim: "It's going to be a miracle if she shows up for the match unlike the Rayvnn who will be committed as we both mentioned. Who knows maybe I'll be chosen to step into the ring."

Jade: "Interesting possibility and could happen if the third opponent doesn't show up."

Kim: "Let's watch the rest of the show on the monitor."

Jade: "Or at least the show up until your match."

(They put on their dark shades and black trench coats and leave as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[Venom 🕷]

Thirteen years ago inside El Combatiente’s gym we go. Everything is buzzing when an older man with a large muscular build but a protruding beer belly waltz’ through the door. He’s wearing an old and well worn mask. He storms through the gym with a purpose and he’s heading right towards El Combatiente who is watching two of his young students attempting and blocking each other’s hip tosses intently. El Combatiente is spun around as the man grabs him by the shoulder and is now face-to-face mask-to-mask with the older masked man.

Combatiente: This is what you do? You ruin our family’s legacy and this is what you do after?

El Combatiente: I had no choice. I wanted to do something to make the family proud.

Combatiente: No choice? Family proud? You had a choice before you signed that contract with that what boy. You burned any chance at making the family proud when you let him wear and take off the mask.

El Combatiente: I made a mistake. I thought I could trust him. I thought I could bring Lucha Libre to the big time.

Combatiente: You thought wrong.

El Combatiente hangs his head. The commotion is not helping business as a few members of the gym have walked out during the commotion looking upset and others are watching with concerned looks upon their faces.

El Combatiente: I just wanted to make you proud. I just wanted to be the star you wanted me to be.

Combatiente: You ruined any shot of that when you took a short cut. I was proud of you when you were working your way up, now I don’t even have a son.

El Combatiente: But...

Combatiente: But nothing! You are no son of mine. You stay out of Mexico and you stay out of our lives.

turns and storms off just the way he did when he came in as El Combatiente stands there speechless and emotionally exposed in front of his clients.

---

Javier: I’m not sure what you’re trying to do Armand.

We open up on Javier and El Combatiente sitting side-by-side on a bench in the locker room. Behind them hangs EC’s tights and spare masks. Javier’s face is bruised and there is a bandage on his forehead right above his right eye, but otherwise he looks as expected.

Javier: You and the rest of the KGB have a lot of pull here in SWAT so I know you’re the reason for this match. I know you’re the one who set up El Combatiente to face off with Bruno, but why.

Javier shrugs his shoulders and then winces, clearly more hurts than what we can see.

Javier: You could’ve put my client in a handicap match with your henchmen hehe and haha. You could’ve faced my client yourself and punished him with your own hands. You could’ve forced my client to face Goth again with the KGB as lumberjacks. There’s so many options and who knows maybe you’ve got more punishment in mind for upcoming events, but a singles match against Bruno? It doesn’t make sense.

Javier slowly shakes his head as if he wants to show that he doesn’t get it, but is took afraid to move too much.

Javier: What I think it is is a punishment. Not a punishment for me or my client, no, a punishment for Bruno.

Javier pauses to let that thought hang for a second, allow the viewer to marinate on that thought.

Javier: You see, the way I see it is it’s Bruno’s fault that I got free before you got what you wanted out of me. You left him in charge and he slipped up and I got free and got out of there. So now this is his punishment. You put him in the ring with my client who is a far superior athlete who wrestles week-in and week-out. You put him in the ring with my client who has a chip on his shoulder after losing his Television Championship. You put him in the ring with my client who is furious at the KGB for what they did to me, his manager. Now he’s going to take all of that out on Bruno, and don’t worry my client will do exactly what you want and punish Bruno.

---

Thirteen years ago the day following the confrontation with his father El Combatiente sits at a table across from his former manager and friend Javier. El Combatiente’s lunch is sitting in front of him largely untouched while Javier’s plate is practically wiped clean.

Javier: So he disowned you huh?

El Combatiente: Yes, and he did it loud and publicly in front of everyone in my gym.

Javier: Ouch.

El Combatiente: Yeah. I lost a couple clients over it.

Javier: That’s tough, but you knew this could happen. When Venom took off that mask you knew Mexico would be upset and you might not be able to go back.

El Combatiente: Mexico not wanting me back I could live with, but this is my family. I never imagined my family would not want me back.

Javier: I’m sure he’ll come around.

El Combatiente: The problem is it’s not just him. My mom won’t answer my calls. My cousins un-friended me on MySpace. They’ve all given up on me. You’re the only one I have left.

Javier: Oh man. I wish I could say they’ll get over it, but I’m not them. What I do know is that you’ll get over it. It may hurt now but you’re a good person doing what you think is right and that’s all that matters. And don’t worry, I’ll always be one call away.

The scene fades as Javier takes a sip of his coke and El Combatiente nods.

---

Javier rubs his cheek where he’s bruised from the beating he took at the hands of the KGB.

Javier: Punishment because not only did Bruno fail by letting me get free your plan failed. He clearly got through to me. The bruises, broken bones, and gashes you left on me had me ready to try and convince my client to help you rather than fight you alongside Soutter and Linda, but my client stood firm. I know that he didn’t listen to me because he is inherently good and always does the right thing, but you clearly think it’s because Bruno didn’t do enough. So he has to atone.

Javier let’s out a sigh and before he can speak again he is cut off.

El Combatiente: Has jodido a Armand. Cogiste a mi gerente y le torturaste pensando que te daría información sobre cómo llegar a mí. Lo que no te has dado cuenta es que este hombre es la única manera de llegar a mí. Este hombre estaba a mi lado cuando nadie más lo haría. Durante trece años, cuando no había nadie para mí. Tenías lo que buscabas en tus manos y lo liberaste, y esa fue la peor decisión que podías haber tomado. Ahora estoy enfadado, y primero mi ira será sacada en Bruno y luego será sacada de ti.
(You messed up Armand. You grabbed my manager and tortured him thinking he would give you some kind of information on how to get to me. What you failed to realize is this man is the only way to get to me. This man stood by my side when no one else would. For thirteen years when no one was there for me he was. You had what you were looking for in your hands and you let him free, and that was the worst decision you could have made. Now I’m mad, and first my anger will be taken out in Bruno and then it will be taken out on you.)

Javier reaches up and wipes a tear from his eye.

Javier: I could translate that for you, but I think you get the gist of it. Tonight we’ll do your dirty work. Tonight we’ll punish Bruno for you, but after we’re done my client is coming for you, and who knows maybe my client will find a partner and come after your tag titles.

Javier smirks and the scene fades and we head back to the arena.

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(The room is dark and laughing is heard as there is a single lightbulb that shows both Vampira and Psychotic Goth laughing at what Rajiv Khan said along with The Job Squad. There is a satanic look in his eyes and expression as he looks into the camera.)

Vampira: "How dare you Rajiv Khan attempt to imitate Psychotic Goth and think you will get away with it without consequence."

Psychotic Goth: "Rajiv Khan. You indeed graduated to official court jester in my gothic court and you mock me in your own language and ancient dialect thinking you'll get into my head."

(He laughs demonically and roars in an ancient Native American dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Like I said time is ticking down Rajiv Khan until you and I face off or my SWAT Hardcore Television Championship. We shall see how worthy you are to have earned this right to face me. You have earned this right and now you got a chance to prove your worthiness for this championship that I hold so dear to my heart."

(Psychotic Goth bellows in an ancient Native American dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Will you also include your Job Squad friends along with your brother be at ringside as well as your elephant. I know you're going to need all the help you can get just to beat me but it shall all be in vain because I intend to defeat you. I intend to defeat you in the most convincing manner. No playing around. No toying with you. No slow punishment until I put you out of your misery Rajiv Khan."

(He screams in an ancient Native American dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "This is going to be done my way and that's the old Hardkore World way. The brutal way that I enjoy the most just like the old days when you also competed in Hardkore World. It should bring back memories for you and me Rajiv. I'm sure we'll both enjoy the dealing out of pain which we both know is going to happen. I don't want any draws or count outs. I want decisive victories and I know that's what you want too knowing you and your buddies are calling yourselves underdogs going into this match." I admit and agree that you are an underdog going into this match. Surprise me but you shall fail in your attempts to defeat me."

(Psychotic Goth roars again in an ancient Native American dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Now to El Combatiente I had nothing to do with those KGB scumbags. I hate them even more than you do since they once turned my allies Team Fairtex against me before they were screwed by them. I cursed both them and Society of the New Breed. Tell you what I shall do. If you need my assistance in your fight with The KGB call on me and call on Team Fairtex if you wish. It's your call Venom and yours Javier. Think it over and decide. One day we'll have our rematch and there shall be no excuses and I'm offering you that opportunity and I keep my word. You deserve that much El Combatiente."

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

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight I shall deal with you Rajiv Khan and I shall only focus on you. I plan on dealing with you decisively and I shall not give you any breaks. In a matter of moments as the clock ticks down to our match. We shall see who is the better man to hold this championship belt and that individual shall be me. Thus I have spoken and thus my vow shall come true."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

[SWAT Team]

Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is for the SWAT TV Championship! Introducing first, from Mumbai, India. Coming in at 5'11" and weighing in at 219 pounds...... Rajiv Khan!!

<Nimbooda Nimbooda hits and Rajiv drives down to the ring in his taxi cab. He gets out and stands on the roof and poses for the fans then runs down the bonnet and sommersaults over the ropes into the ring.>

Jeremy Tucker : If Rajiv Khan can win tonight, this will be a big turnaround for his career

Andrew Fulton : That taxi cab smell is giving me a headache. It's like a weird cross between semen, smoke, and curry.

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



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

Jeremy Tucker: Psychotic Goth is our new TV champion, getting a tune up match against the taxi driver.


Andrew Fulton: Up next, Bruno takes on the guy that pumps my gas.

::dingding::

<Rajiv Khan looks for a lockup but Goth catches him with a knee right to the mid-section.; He then goes right behind him and hits a german suplex.>

Jeremy Tucker: Beautiful german suplex, rolls through, then another..... and another!! Lightning fast!!

Andrew Fulton: Rajiv still on his feet!! No, he belly flops down...

<As Khan faceplants, Goth throws his knee over the front of his face, puts his arms through, and connects.>

Jeremy Tucker: The Koji Clutch! Lethal submission. He may tap him out already

Andrew Fulton: Right about now, Rajiv is wishing he was still on his wedding night.... for his arranged marriage.

Jeremy Tucker: Oh stop it. Stop that, its uncalled for. Goth is really wrenching it in tight.

<Before Rajiv Khan has a chance to tap, Goth releases the hold and then starts stomping on his back. He drags him to the center of the ring, turns him over, drops an elbow, and goes for the pin.>

1........................

2.................................

KICKOUT!!!


Andrew Fulton: Well Khan hasn't lost yet. He has that going for him. And generous tips from our Canadian fans who needed a ride to the show.

Jeremy Tucker: Goth is not messing around. He lifts Rajiv up and executes a lightning fast release belly to belly suplex all the way over the top rope to the outside.

1


Andrew Fulton: Do cab drivers have good medical?

2

Jeremy Tucker: Will Rajiv Khan beat the count?

3


Andrew Fulton: Who do you think will beat Khan first? Psychotic Goth or Lyft drivers?

4

Jeremy Tucker: Rajiv Khan slowly getting to his feet. I think he might make it.

5

<Psychotic Goth gets frustrated and rolls out of the ring and lets Rajiv back in. He lifts him up and drops him on the turnbuckle with the snake eyes, bounces off the ropes, and connects with an enzuguiri on the way down.>


Andrew Fulton: Let's call that the snake charmer.

Jeremy Tucker: Let's not because Goth actually calls that the Black Death1 Vicious maneuver with a great show of athleticism. Will he pin him?; No, he picks Rajiv back up in a fireman's carry.

<Psychotic Goth executes an airplane spin until he gets dizzy then drops a death valley driver.>


Andrew Fulton: Can we call THAT the Snake Charmer?

Jeremy Tucker: Nope, that's the Wheel of Misfortune.

1.................

2......................

KICKOUT

Andrew Fulton: Rajiv strikes me as the type of guy that would do really well at Jeopardy.

Jeremy Tucker: Goth a little frustrated now just stands over Rajiv and begins peppering him in the face

<Rajiv Khan throws his arms up to block and Goth takes the opportunity to throw him in a code red armbreaker.>


Andrew Fulton: I prefer regular mountain dew.

Jeremy Tucker: Goth really wrenching on the arm, but oh no! Look ref! Khan's left leg is under the bottom rope!


<The referee forces the break and Psychotic Goth continues holding onto the arm, drags him into the center of the ring and turns over into a kimura.>


Andrew Fulton: I don't think arms are supposed to bend in that direction.

<Rajiv Khan begins tapping buy Goth notices before the ref does and releases the hold to inflict more punishment. He starts stomping on the injured shoulder then leaps to the top rope. He waits for Rajiv to get to his feet then leaps off the top rope with a superman punch.>

Jeremy Tucker: Demon Strike!!


Andrew Fulton: I'm sure Superman loves that Psychotic Goth named his move after a demon.

Jeremy Tucker: This.... this is ridiculous. This match should already be over. Rajiv tapped, we all saw it. Now he is just taking unnecessary punishment. Ref, just call this.

Andrew Fulton: I kind of want to see how many times Psychotic Goth can beat Rajiv Khan in one night.

<Psyhcotic Goth shoots in with a double leg takedown and turns him over for a boston crab.>

Jeremy Tucker: This may be the beginning of the end.

<Goth intertwines both legs, bends backwards, and locks their hands together.>

Andrew Fulton: This is worse than snuff porn..

Jeremy Tucker: The GTR!!! The GTR!!!

Andrew Fulton: The Go To Read more?

Jeremy Tucker: THE GOTH TORTURE RACK!!! HE'S TAPPING!! RAJIV IS TAPPING!!! Oh you saw it that time ref??

::dingding::

<The referee calls for the bell as "Welcome to your Death" kicks back in over the pa system and the referee holds up Goth's hand.>

Andrew Fulton: Rajiv.... thank you come again!

Frank Salazar: Here is your winner, and STILL TV Champion PSYCHOTIC GOTH!!!!

[edwarddubin0604]

(the tron shows Olympia and Rage and Fury entering the arena to a mixed reaction but mostly boos and dressed in their PURE stable workout outfits. She reaches her locker room and notices her door is cracked open and the light is off. Rage and Fury signal for her to be cautious which she rills her eyes at the obvious and carefully enters followed by Rage and Fury expecting someone to attack them but the lights suddenly come on and shouting of "SURPRISE!" ring loudly in the locker room and Olympia sees some familiar faces.)

Rage: "Who are these women."

Olympia: "They're from the old SWAT Amazons Scrub Division. I wrestled in that division and we all competed on the SWAT Amazons roster with the big girls when CEO Angela was running the Amazons roster."

Rage: "We saw the documentary and you admitted to making mistakes."

CEO Angela: "Yeah Rage I made some but mistakes but at least I learned to live with them."

Olympia: "You should have remained CEO of the SWAT Amazons roster instead of that piece of trash of a promotion."

CEO Angela: "That was Joe Pesci's fault for conning me into buying the XWCW but that's in the past now and I wrote it off on my corporate taxes.
At least I got a big refund out of it which is what counts and I made my investment back as well."

(She clears her throat.)

CEO Angela: "However, that's not what we're here for since it's all about your return to challenge for the SWAT Amazons Women's Championship."

Olympia: "I was hoping for a rematch that seems to be eluding me."

Fury: "When you win the championship you can get the rematches you deserve."

Olympia: "If nobody from the other XHF feds don't answer the open challenges."

Dragonatrix: "We went over that when we talked last Battleground. At least you got your championship match."

CEO Angela: "Look this is Olympia's moment and it's her time to shine in the spotlight."

Olympia: "Thanks for remembering to come."

Troublesome Tina: "We wouldn't miss it for anything Olympia. You survived the cut and proved yourself the best of all of us."

Olympia: "I guess fate was shining on me. So what's everyone up to since the old post SWAT Amazon days."

Troublesome Tina: "We've been working behind the scenes in booking and other SWAT operations compliments of CEO Angela and Dragonatrix. Man when you left nothing was the same since. We had three SWAT Amazons heads and a revolving door roster."

Rhonda Johnson: "Yeah and we haven't had a SWAT Amazons Women's Champion since Linda La Fey. Hell Joanne Cannelli was a complete joke."

Olympia: "Tell me about it. Tonight is going to be a true new era in SWAT Amazons history and I'm going to be the one who makes the history."

Greta Swanson: "Go for it Olympia."

Fury: That's what she always does."

Olympia: "Imagine a complete rookie steals my spot for the SWAT Amazons Women's Championship in her debut match. She thinks that just because she was an amateur MMA fighter means she's a professional wrestler too. Tonight Rebecca Brooke's going to find out what a real champion is and that King Maverick shouldn't have brought her here to SWAT."

Glamourous Glenda: "Did you forget that it was Linda's open challenge that opened the way for Rebecca to win the championship."

Rage: "My sister never forgets."

Olympia: "When she loses that championship. She's gone to her own promotion along with that Burger King mentor of hers and in a matter of minutes I plan on bringing even more inspiration and motivation."

(She puts her gear bag onto the bench seat and opens it and pulls out her old SWAT Pan Amazons Championship.)

Glamourous Glenda: "You still have that championship belt."

Olympia: "I still do and I plan on using this as extra motivation to remind me of my proud run as SWAT Pan Amazons Champion. Rebecca Brookes wants to prove she's worthy of being a SWAT Amazon and not some one hit wonder. She's going to have to prove it against me and I plan on making sure she's been through a war."

Rage: "That's my sister."

Olympia: "When I capture the championship I won't leave until my run as SWAT Amazons Women's Champion is over. I'm not going to get ahead of myself since that's not me. I don't care what the SWAT fans think of me anymore since I burned all my bridges with SWAT management after what The Hired Killers said about J-ROK. Nobody mocks my home promotion and gets away with it."

Glamourous Glenda: "The Hired Killers aren't through with you yet."

Olympia: "I hope so but back to Rebecca and our championship match. Just because you're MMA trained doesn't make you a wrestler which is kind of like a boxer stepping into the ring with a college level wrestler and getting pinned to the canvas. The point Rebecca is that you think MMA fighting makes you a professional wrestling champion. It doesn't Rebecca and you're going against someone who's been a to sport champion and trained by one of the best women's champions in professional wrestling Dragonatrix."

Glamourous Glenda: "That's true."

Olympia: "I won my SWAT Pan Amazons Women's Championship in a Money In The Bank bloody battle royal and I held that title proudly and faced every competitor. I plan on doing the same with the SWAT Amazons Women's Championship. You just came in and caught Linda La Fey by surprise but you won't be able to do the same with me Rebecca. Don't think you can make me submit in seconds since you'll find out that I will do the same to you with a more painful result."

Rage: "No mercy from you no matter what the ringsiders think."

Olympia: "I plan on unleashing my most painful Merciless Aggression on Rebecca and she'll know what it feels like to feel real pain that any MMA opponent ever made her experience. Olympia's time is now and I'm going to make the most of it."

Rage: "Don't worry Rage and Fury will stay here and watch your moment of triumph come true. Make us proud sister."

Olympia: "I plan on doing just that and then some. Right now it's time to suit up and warm up."

(She goes into another room and closes the door as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[vastrix]

A roadie can be seen in the hallways. He walks up to a dressing room that says "Psychotic Goth" on the door. He staples a letter to the door and hangs a KGB shirt from the doorknob.

The letter reads.

"Psychotic Goth,

Thank you for taking care of El Combatiente in your match against him that saw you win the Television championship. I thought that setting Javier free at a vital time would give you the distraction that you need to win the match. You deserve this shirt.
Armand von Krauss

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(Psychotic Goth and Vampira have arrived at their locker room and find the letter on the door. There is a look of rage as Vampira rips it off and shows it to him. He roars with rage in an ancient Native American dialect as he kicks the door open sending it off it's hinges.)

Vampira: Krauss is an idiot if he thinks we're going to fall for this shit!"

Psychotic Goth: "Find the person who did this and bring him here! Bring him here and we shall show him what happens when he participates in a deception that shall fail!"

Vampira: "It shall be done."

(Vampira puts her hands on the note and KGB T-shirt chanting some kind of spell with her eyes closed in deep concentration. Ten minutes later the roadie comes in a dazed state and stops in front of them.)

Vampira: "Sit down! Now!"

(The Roadie sits down his body limp as Psychotic Goth grabs the T-shirt and the note.)

Psychotic Goth: "Now little roadie did Armand von Krauss pay you to put this note and T-shirt on my door! Well did he little roadie!"

Roadie: "It was some guy who paid me to do so and said you would be grateful."

(Psychotic Goth roars and Vampira jerks him by the hair pulling his head back.)

Vampira: "Does my husband look grateful to receive these abominations! Does he look happy to receive this shit from The KGB!"

Psychotic Goth: "Do I look grateful little roadie! Do I look grateful! Do I look like I appreciate this shit! Well do I! Do I!"

(The Roadie looks frightened by their expressions.)

Roadie: "The man said you would get the message. He said you would know what's going on and would be grateful to him."

Vampira: "Does 'The King of the Goths' look like he's grateful!"

Roadie: "No....he...he...isn't."

(Psychotic Goth goes over and finds his velvet bag holding the homemade weapon.)

Psychotic Goth: "You know what this is little roadie! You know what this is!"

(The Roadie struggles but Vampira holds him down and digs her fingers painfully into his shoulders as he cries out in pain.)

Vampira: "Tell us everything now and spare yourself the punishment of my husband!"

Roadie: "That's all I know and that's the truth. Honest that's the truth."

Vampira: "Liar!"

(Psychotic Goth takes the weapon out of his velvet bag and points it at the Roadies crotch as he smiles sadistically.)

Psychotic Goth: "Now little roadie. I haven't been able to use any of my homemade weapons, but thanks to Armand von Krauss you shall be enjoying this little punishment for doing what you did for Armand von Krauss!"

Vampira: "You chose the wrong time to irritate 'The Psychotic One' along with myself! Why you chose to perform Krauss's dirty work is something you must pay for!"

Psychotic Goth: "Perform the ritual...."

(He looks at the camera in the room.)

Psychotic Goth: "Stop and leave now or you shall see the horror that shall befall this poor helpless roadie!"

(Vampira places the T-shirt and the note over the crotch of the Roadie and performs some kind of spell as the Roadie pleads which goes unheard. The smell of smoke before flames appear as Psychotic Goth jams the weapon into the Roadies crotch before allowing the Roadie to leave screaming and in pain as he laughs sadistically. He roars in satisfaction as he continues to roar in an ancient Native American dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Armand von Krauss this is the beginning of something you don't want to engage in! You what has happened to the roadie after what you told him to do! This is your fate if you keep this charade up and this is what your associates are in for if you keep this up! Your cavalcade of clowns won't be laughing if you continue this pathetic plan of yours! You little Gabby won't be able to stop me! Maybe I shall cause your little James Bond baddie airship and all your other possessions to be destroyed! Do you wish that Armand! Do you want to lose everything and realize who you are messing with! You shall see the horrors I can curse you with and you'll never again be the same person again!
Thus I have spoken and thus I shall curse you and The KGB even more!"

(He roars as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[vastrix]

In Armand’s office, ok it would have been Zoran’s office if he were around, Armand is searching through financial records to find the next largest shareholder for his ambitions to buy all of the stock for SWAT. There is a knock at the door before the door is opened up and a roadie staggers into the room. He is hunched over, holding his crotch.

Roadie: You said that Goth would like the letter and the shirt! You lied to me!

Armand motions to the chair and the injured roadie sits down with a groan.

Roadie: He jammed some kind of weapon into my crotch and I think he set the shirt on fire!

Armand nods as he lights an Egyptian cigarette.

Von Krauss: You misunderstand. I said that he would overreact in a spectacular fashion.

Roadie: Right. You said happy. I remember you saying happy.

Von Krauss: Hmm. Are you calling me der Lügner? Sticky?

The door to the office opens again and Sticky the Clown walks into the room. His enormous body filling up the door frame. He leers at the roadie, his peeling face paint and needle sharp teeth that are framed by black oozing gums making the roadie turn pale. Sticky places a hand on the roadie’s shoulder with a deep chuckle.

Roadie: I uh. I, uh, didn’t call you a luger or whatever that was. I must have misheard you when you were talking about how Goth would react. I apologize.

Armand just smirks, flicking ashes onto the desk.

Von Krauss: Your apology is accepted, of course. What do you think we should do about Goth? He assaulted staff. That is not kosher in my book. Is it kosher in your book?

The roadie sits up a little bit in his chair, his pain forgotten. Armand was going to avenge him in some way?

Roadie: No, sir! It’s not kosher in my book. Maybe you should fine him or something.

Armand seems to consider it, blowing smoke into the air.

Von Krauss: That’s good. I’ll send him an official memo stating that he will be fined fifty thousand dollars for assaulting SWAT staff. Or, would you rather I have Sticky kill him? Bill, isn’t it? Bill, would you like me to have Psychotic Goth killed?

Bill looks dead at the camera for a moment before looking back to Armand.

Bill: I think the fine will be just fine. Thanks for the offer though.

Armand types something on the computer, prints it up, and hands the memo to Bill with a sadistic smile.

Von Krauss: When you deliver this memo, do let him know that not paying the fine will be a breach of contract. Someone will come collect the Television championship belt from him before he heads to the unemployment line. That is, if he doesn’t pay the fine. I’m sure he’ll pay though.

Bill: I have to deliver the memo? In person? Are you mad?

Von Krauss: I’m not angry at all. It gives me great pleasure to pass this punishment along. Did I mention that you can have ten thousand of the fine to cover your medical expenses and your pain suffering?

Bill stands up with the memo in hand.

Bill: I will deliver this memo right away, sir! Thank you, sir!

As Bill staggers out of the office, Armand crushes his cigarette out onto the desk top.

Sticky: You have the authority to pass on fines or firings?

Armand just shrugs with a smile.

Von Krauss: I own fifteen percent of the company. Who is going to tell me no?

[ravynn]

We move from the backstage area all the way to the outside of the Scotiabank Arena in Toronto, Canada, where we find SWAT’s newest face, sitting on a bench breathing in and appreciating the fresh Canadian air, almost in a meditative state until she spots the camera. Only then, does the woman we only know by name begin to introduce herself.

RR: “I came here not as a wrestler, but as a fighter. Unlike many of the “superstars” you see on this roster, I never was trained to be a professional wrestler. I was trained to be a fighter, a survivor, warrior or even a killer given the circumstances. I was trained for any situation because again, unlike the rest of the roster, I trained myself.”

The ravenous haired woman turns her head around, subtly facing us. She’s wearing a rather odd set of gear, just a pair of black leggings, a sports bra with a see-through black top over it and some Jimmy Choo diamond embellished suede shoes. Which, to be fair would set you back nearly 4K but still, this isn’t the type of attire your average wrestler would wear.

RR: “During the first night on the new job, I’ll be facing off against not one, but two others which is quite a lot to take in as a rookie, of course, but also… twice the fun! For you see, I’m not much looking forward to facing this ‘Jade’. It seems to me as if she requires tons of help to complete even the simplest of tasks. For example, talking! It’s like she can’t say a word unless Kim is there to read her mind and ask about her emotions constantly. Very nice of Kim to care for her so much isn’t it? Almost like there’s more going on there, isn’t it?”

She shrugs it off not giving it any further thought, making sure to capture and keep the attention of everyone watching. Afterall, this would count as her first appearance on an official SWAT show.

RR: “Regardless, again this poor ‘Kim’ will be forced to watch as Jade does precisely what I said she does and fails to complete the simplest of tasks. Sure, you could say I’m doubting or insulting myself by calling my own match a simple task but you have to think of things from JADE’s perspective. I’m the new girl on the block if she loses to me, it’d be considered an upset by many. Not by me, or anyone who knows what I’m capable of, but many nonetheless. And to further back up my point, she keeps on bringing up some foul mouthed British girl like a bitter ex. And she wants to bring up ME disappointing HER? I’ve got news for the Mortal Kombat reject, she disappointed me long before I ever could’ve disappointed her. If you hated the Blaze chick so bad, why not just defeat her in her return match last week and say:

“Get outta here!” ?

Oh, yes that’s right. You’re incapable of completing the simplest tasks without tons of help. Which is why I’m sure, you were kissing up to me before ever meeting me. Hoping that maybe I’d debut and look to you for guidance thus giving you one more person to take advantage of. It isn’t going down that way, Jade and if you’d like to be my ally, you’d better kneel before me and accept me as your superior because I am not just another wrestler on this roster. I am The GODDESS! … Of Destruction! And I came here to prove why I’m better than everyone else. Including you, Kim, Blaze, and whatever mysterious woman walks down that ramp tonight. Kim, ask her how she feels now.”

The self-proclaimed Goddess winks as the scene is interrupted by a fit of static.