Helloween in the Cell 2020 (Show)

[SWAT Team]

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

We open up to The Rockett Arena. Salem Massachusetts, the crowd is rocking and Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton are standing by at the commentary booth, ringside.

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome everyone. Welcome to Salem! Welcome to SWAT! WELCOME TO HELLOWEEN IN THE CELL!

Andrew Fulton : It’s Helloween Jerry! And shit is about to get_Real!

Jeremy Tucker : Real Real! We got Rally Jackson and Jonnie Valentine about to battle for the World Championship! In a Barbed Wire Rope match! TWO ALLIES!

Andrew Fulton : Not anymore! Rally has had enough of the Jonnie and Syb show, and well he should have, HE is THE World Champ!

Jeremy Tucker : Jonnie was just doing his duty and taking the injured man to the hospital, an injury that began mind you at the hands of Rally!

Andrew Fulton : Well, Rally doesn’t see it that way, and I don’t blame him. Add some Barb wire thorns instead of ropes to the equation, and happy Society families are no more.

Jeremy Tucker : We also have a huge 12 person Helloween in the Cell match. The Battle lines have been drawn here in SWAT.

Andrew Fulton : Yeah. KGB against EVERYONE!

Jeremy Tucker : You reap what you so Fulton, and The KGB rub EVERYONE the wrong way. The other 9 competitors in this co main event all have bones to pick with them, and they will be lucky to walk out of that cell in one piece, let alone victorious.

Andrew Fulton : We got it covered Jerry. The Bandits always have an Ace up the sleeve.

Jeremy Tucker : Also tonight, we will be seeing the Amazons Championship on the line. New Champion Olympia defending against Blaze Freya.

Andrew Fulton : Blaze FN Freya Jerry! Rebecca thought she was the Lucky One when she defeated Linda for the belt, then saw whoever won between her and Olympia had to face Freya and ran off to no show city!

Jeremy Tucker : One could say Linda took all she had and she had nothing left after defeating her.

Andrew Fulton : Blah, blah, blah. One could say she won the lottery and pissed it all against the wall and had nothing left after ONE MONTH!

Jeremy Tucker : I think that’s three weeks longer than any money YOU won would last if you won a lottery.

Andrew Fulton : It’s not about me Jerry! It’s about that Amazons Belt! And Blaze is about to bring it back to its glory and where it should be after Rebecca just sullied it with that no show defense.

Jeremy Tucker : No show is such a OOC smark term, I wish you wouldn’t go there.

Andrew Fulton : I wish I wouldn’t need to.

Jeremy Tucker : Also tonight, we will see Ravynn Ryder in action, against Kim.

Andrew Fulton : The Team of RDS and Rayzor will be in action.

Jeremy Tucker : AND the debut of Oxford OSLAND!

Andrew Fulton : Osland is where it is at! Let me tell you Jerry. I have seen this man in action, and he is going to take it to the limit here in SWAT!

Jeremy Tucker : We will find out, sooner than later, as he and Rajiv are up NEXT! First though, some words from our SWAT Superstars ……

[edwarddubin0604]

(Kim is behind the screen suiting up as Jade stands watch facing the camera as Glamourous Glenda enters the locker room as Kim steps from behind the screen dressed in her wrestling gear starting to loosen up for her match with Rayven.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Kim you're facing off against a vengeful Rayven who lost to your sister Jade."

Kim: "Yeah I know she's coming for me for what happened to her at Battleground 32. My sister defeated her and she's agree for it butI'm not that easy to put down either."

Glamourous Glenda: "You going to go about it differently compared to your sister Jade."

Kim: "Oh I'm going to go exactly that and that's be more aggressive just like Rayven's going to want to be more aggressive. I know she wants to show more aggression and I'm going to meet her with even more aggression. It's not just going to be any kind of wrestling match. It's going to be a fight. It's going to be a brawl. It's going to be war in the ring and I'm going to be the one with my hand raised in victory."

Glamourous Glenda: "Rayven is coming into this match angry and she's on the warpath after she lost to your sister."

Kim: "Let me remind you that she called my sister something close to a stereotypical hitman. You think my sister should take that crap off of her."

Glamourous Glenda: "No."

Kim: "Then why should I have to listen to that and expect not to retaliate in kind. Rayven's going to find out that I'm not just the sister of the former SWAT Amazons Women's Champion. I'm just as competitive as my sister Jade and just as much of an aggressor as she is."

Glamourous Glenda: "You think you're going to get a title shot at the winner of Olympia vs. Blaze Freya."

Kim: "That depends on who wins and who tries to jump ahead of The Hired Killers which won't be too healthy on anyone's part. We don't care if it's some debuting piece of trash like Rebecca was or someone pulled from the bad gimmicks department or even someone coming from another fed.
The Hired Killers won't be deprived of championship matches that we feel we deserve."

Glamourous Glenda: "You think Rayven's going to get a shot before you whether she wins, loses or draws you Kim."

Kim: "If that happens we're going to make sure nobody gets that title shot than either one of us. Jade's been deprived of a championship shot for two years and never got a rematch against Lynn Brewster. What did she get for it a bug bath by Radu Matei and she hasn't forgiven him for it since."

Jade: "Yeah and I'm pissed off about it."

Kim: "We're both pissed off about it."

Glamourous Glenda: "Getting back to your match with Rayven. You think that she's going to have any back up."

Kim: "Jade's going to be watching my back just like I always watch hers."

Jade: "We're sisters and we always watch each other's backs."

Kim: "Anything she tries I'm not going to let her get away with so easily. "

(Kim finishes her first set of warm ups.)

Kim: "I promise you this Glenda. It's not going to be pretty and I don't like pretty matches. I didn't earn my reputation in Hardkore Nippon for nothing and I'm going to show it tonight."

Jade: "Right now we have business to take care of before the match."

Glamourous Glenda: "Does it involve a certain shares of SWAT stock."

Kim: "That's an issue that's on a need to know basis."

(Kim finishes her arm ups and puts on her gun holster and trench coat before putting on her dark shades.)

Jade: "Let's go."

(The leave as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[eddied]

(Eddie D is sat at a PC monitor awaiting a secure KGB zoom link up with Frostbite and Armand Von Krauss. Eventually the faces pop up and Eddie greets them warmly.)

EDDIE: Hey fellas. Glad we're touching base before the first training session before the PPV. I just wanted to go over a few things.
You see, I agreed to be part of this stable with no hesitation or qualms, but part of that ease of alliance was because the pragmatist in me just took over, without really giving it much thought or debate in my head.

Armand: That sounds like you're backing out...

EDDIE: No, not at all, just not really clear on what exactly I signed up for? I've been in a stable before. I was told it was 4Life. Turned out they meant 4 the duration of my compliance and usefulness.
We're all champions right now, so it made sense to me to oppose The Society and watch each others backs. No-brainer.
I fought your natural enemy The Society since I got here. Syberus and Valentine practically have the indent of my knuckles permanently imprinted on parts of their body, but they were my only focus. I don't really know who you guys truely are. 

Armand: Well you're not that foolish that you don't know what KGB stands for surely?

EDDIE: Kross Global Bandits... I got that far. I know we aren't Russian Spies...

Armand: We're not all spies. That is correct.

EDDIE: We're not all spies? Does that mean some of us are?

Armand: Never mind that, what is it that you don't get?

EDDIE: Well why don't we have a brand? Where's the logo? I know there's a T-Shirt that doesn't sell well, but even bad guys sell some merch.

Frostbite: My shirt sells just fine.

EDDIE: Wasn't suggesting otherwise big guy, but what do we really stand for as a stable? What's our main aim? What's our selling point?

Armand: What do we stand for as a stable? We stand for domination. We aim to collect all of the gold and außergewöhnlich talent that we can. Our selling point? To not stand with us is to stand against us. No mercy given or asked.

EDDIE: I like it. That's the way I roll anyway.

Frostbite: Well now you don't just "roll" you live it like we do. It's the only way we've mastered and endured this long.

EDDIE: Completely on board... but who are we aligned with?

Armand: I don't follow?

EDDIE: We must be twinned up with KGB radio San Diego? KGB Vodka? Kentucky Guild of Brewers? Killer Gourmet Burgers?

Armand: No. Strictly wrestling Exzellenz.

EDDIE: OK. Fair enough. I'm on board. Trent wasn't much of one for the promotion side either.

Armand: Good. We officially welcome you as the newest member of the KGB and together we shall do great business. Wrestling business that is... We saw that you can wrestler Eddie. We think after a little training together we'll be unschlagbar, unbeatable...

Frostbite: But maybe lose the business head when we hit the arena. A new action figure won't save you when the bell rings.

EDDIE: Of course. No problem. That's what this call was for really. Just to get on the same page. Well I'll see you at training then. 

Armand: Auf Wiedersehen Eddie.

Frostbite: Stay brutal big guy.

(Eddie cuts his end off the zoom call and Frostbite and Armand sigh in unison still connected in chat.)

Frostbite: Was this all a good idea?

Armand: Eddie is the unpredictable element we've needed, with the muscle to back it up. You'll be glad he's in our corner come the Helloween in the Cell match. A bit of time together and this is going to be a perfect fit. You'll see...

(The Zoom call ends and a short advert for Beast Beer is played.)

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[Venom 🕷]

We open up on the grounds of Harvard, Harvard Square to be exact. This is where we find Javier, manager and interpreter of El Combatiente, sitting alone on a bench. He sits alone as people move around. Not as many people as you’d expect to normally see at such a hot spot because of the pandemic, making it easy to see him without moving in too close.

Javier: Armand, you seem to have gotten what you wanted. You seem to have found a way to get ahold of my client and punish him for turning you down. You got him into a match where he’ll be locked in a cage with you and all kinds of weapons will be at your disposal. You’ll finally have your chance to take all your anger and frustration out on him. But you made a mistake, you let him know what’s coming and now he’s going to be prepared.

A young couple walks by and eclipses the camera for a moment causing Javier to pause.

Javier: He knows what’s coming. He knows he’s going to be locked in a cage. He knows there will be weapons. He knows who will be with you. He knows who will be against you. He has a chance to prepare, to be ready. You’ve lost the element of surprise this way Armand, and now you two will be on even ground. You’ve got more tricks up your sleeve though, which is why we couldn’t find a single place to train in Salem. You used your power and privilege to black ball my client at every gym and training facility in the greater Salem area, which is why we’re here at Harvard.

Javier holds his arms out bringing awareness to his surroundings.

Javier: You may have been able to blackball us from that nowhere town Salem where all they’re known for is burning witches at the stake, but here in Cambridge less than an hour down the coast you have less pull. It’s hard to hold something over a school over higher education like this one when your education stopped after the first grade. I digress, I’m not here to insult you Armand, I’m here to warn you. When we started our little journey together Armand, when you left that note for my client, my client had no one. He was alone. He was ripe for the picking. Now, though, my client has friends. He’s got Soutter and he’s got Radu in his side. You lit a fire under my client and he went from the loner to the team player, just like you wanted but he’s not with you and now you’re going to be punished for it.

The camera is eclipsed again, this time by a group of young students carrying a basketball. They come into view and leave and Javier continues.

Javier: That’s right, you’re going to be punished for it. Here at Harvard they might not have a steel cage to practice in. They may not have weapons ready to practice with. What they do have is a top of the line training facility that will allow my client to be in top shape going into this match. He’s going to be faster then you and your team. He’s going to be more agile than you and your team. Will he be stronger? Probably not, but that’s what Soutter and Radu are for. Sure there’s other teams to be wary of in this match with Lucky Linda’s squad and the team Goth has secured, but this is all about our two teams, and much like the last two weeks when it all ends my clients team will be standing tall while you and the rest of the KGB will be again wondering what went wrong.

A large group passes by this time and when they walk past Javier is gone.

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We cut to El Combatiente. He is running in place on a treadmill. He’s in gym shorts alone, and his mask of course. His body is glistening with sweat as he runs and near the edge of the camera sits his Manager Javier.

Javier: We’re so close now.

El Combatiente: I know (breath), if I can get the pin (breath), I’ll have the shot I came back for.

Javier: Yes you will, and you have a team to have your back. If we’re going to go further and win that title you’re going to need more than Radu and Soutter.

El Combatiente: What (breath) do you (breath) mean?

Javier: Let’s just say these two have been around a long time. Counting on them for too long might not be a sound plan. The good news is your appearance at the Destiny awards opened some eyes to you and I’ve booked you a partner to compete with in Japan.

El Combatiente: Oh?

Javier: Yeah. They have a tag tournament in J-Rok in November and you’re going to compete with someone who might be able to have your back for the long term.

El Combatiente: That’s (breath) great (breath) but the future (breath) can wait.

Javier: You’re right. Keep your focus on the here and now. We have one goal in mind, be the one to get that pin fall and punish the KGB along the way.

El Combatiente continues to run as we fade out into a new scene.

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We open up on a new scene. It’s a wide view of the civil war memorial in Cambridge Common park. Standing in front of the large monument statue is Javier alongside his client El Combatiente.

Javier: We stand here in front of the civil war memorial in Cambridge as we set to embark in a civil war over the heart and soul of SWAT. On one side you have the founder Soutter, the greatest champion in the history of the company Radu, and the future of this company my client El Combatiente. On the other side you have the KGB and their newest acquisition Eddie. Sure, there are others in this battle fighting for what’s right. You’ve got Goth with his own squad who has history with Armand and the KGB, but he’s teaming with a duo that may or may not be conspiring against him to help Armand. You’ve got Lucky Linda and the team she threw together, and she too has her problems with the KGB, but let’s be honest, it’s all about the KGB and my clients team.

El Combatiente: Radu, Soutter y yo estamos preparados. Mis dos socios están a prueba y listos para ir y haré lo que he hecho a lo largo de toda mi carrera y rodar con los puñetazos.
(Radu, Soutter and myself are prepared. My two partners are battle tested and ready to go and I will do what I have done through my entire career and roll with the punches.)

Javier: My client says he’s ready, and while he’ll be focused on Armand he’ll also have his sights set on Eddie. The man who seems to think he is a big deal has decided to choose the wrong side in this war. He’s decided to not have a back bone like my client and seems to have no problem being the KGBs third choice as a new member.

Javier stops for a moment and lets that hang for Eddie.

Javier: That’s right Eddie, you’re the third choice for Armand and his crew. First they wanted my client someone who is the future of the company. Then they went after Goth who is a power house who never gives up. When those two both turned them down they turned to you, a meathead that they could control and make do their dirty work. Is that what you are Eddie D? Are you just big dumb muscle? Because that’s all you are to the KGB. That’s why they don’t care about your interest in selling more shirts for the stable because they don’t care about you or what you care about. They just want you there to protect them and help them get more power. You may think they are your golden ticket to a title shot, but I guarantee you if there’s a chance for your team to get the pin fall victory in this match it will be Armand going for the win, not you, and if you try they’ll stop you. You’re nothing but a big dumb idiot to them.

Javier shakes his head.

Javier: Maybe that’s all you are. I’ve seen your promos. I’ve seen your interviews. You like to have fun. You like to show off. So maybe you are just a dumb oaf with more muscles than brains, but I’d like to think you’ve got enough smarts to know you’re being used. Whether you do or not though there’s only one way to find out, in that cage, where you’ll either learn you’re being used or my client and his team will beat it into you one whack at a time because even if you’re just too dumb to realize it you’re on the wrong side of the war, and we’re taking no prisoners.

We slowly fade as the camera zooms in on the statue behind the two until the screen is cropped tight in the statue and the screen fades fully to black.

[Oh-Oh]

A pair of sparkling pearly whites is all that we see.

Moments pass before the camera pulls back to reveal a chiselled jaw line, and the type of physical features which are typically reserved for male models. The man's light eyes glisten in the natural light.

[Oxford Osland.]

We continue to pan backwards to reveal Osland's athletic physique equipped with washboard abs and neatly coiffed chest hair. His black athletic shorts show off his large quads, which he's clearly looking to broadcast.

"It was only a matter of time."

Osland's deep voice booms, as he appears to be checking his reflection in the lens of the camera.

"Before I, Oxford Osland found myself on a nationally televised product on a regular basis."

Osland pulls out his smart phone, and opens his personal banking app.

"Ah, there it is... The lucrative signing bonus I was promised has officially been transacted..."

Osland teases the camera, pretending to turn his phone around to unveil the amount.

"Now now, I'm a gentleman, and I promised that I wouldn't kiss and tell."

His smug grin is ever present.

"Let's just say that the decision makers in SWAT sure know how to make a guy feel welcomed and appreciated."

Osland puts the phone away, before continuing.

"You see in order to secure the services of yours truly, it's imperative that one comes to the negotiating table with extremely deep pockets."

Osland laughs to himself, holding his gut for effect.

"I know my value, and so should the rest of the wrestling world. Wherever I go, heads turn. Whenever I set foot inside of a wrestling ring, It's the performance of the night."

A smooth pause.

"With Oxford Osland in tow, you can guarantee headlines."

"I bring a Championship pedigree and most importantly - I bring ratings."

Osland grabs a bottle of baby oil, and starts to rub it on his chest. The indecency is appalling.

"Tonight marks the day that SWAT will be forever changed. Tonight marks the in-ring debut of Oxford Osland."

His smile is as phoney as a three dollar bill.

"Rajeev Khan..."

"Unfortunately for you, I'm about to make your face a permeant part of the canvas in front of the wrestling world."

[...]

"I'll see you out there."

[Fade out.]

[edwarddubin0604]

(Team Fairtex arrives at Psychotic Goth's locker room accompanied by their wives The Hired Killers. They notice that Phantam is still angry and steamed over the fact that they have to come to their former ally's locker room in order to get their stock and money back.)

Phantam Fairtex; "Why do we have to come to him just to get our stock and money back."

Tong Fairtex; "Psychotic Goth wants to talk to us about our stock and money. So lets just hear him out Phantam."

Phantam Fairtex; "I just want to kick his ass for stealing our money and stock. Hell I want a match with him for stealing it and hiring impersonators for costing us a fortune."

Jade: "That was you after you fell into a trance."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah like that's going to fool Penn and Teller and anyone who's a Master of Illusion."

Tong Fairtex; "Look we're going in and we're going to talk about this and we'll get the stock and money back."

(Team Fairtex and The Hired Killers enter the dark locker room and the door slams behind them leaving them blind in the dark. Maniacal laughter is heard and the lights suddenly come back on and despite having dark shades they have to adjust to the light. They see Psychotic Goth with his arms extended upwards and Vampira standing next to him.)

Vampira: "We're glad you arrived just in time."

Phantam Fairtex: "Like we had a choice in coming."

Tong Fairtex: "Look we're here to talk about the stock and our money."

Vampira: "Psychotic Goth has an offer you should never refuse."

Phantam Fairtex: "There we go with The Godfather sales pitch."

(Psychotic Goth laughs maniacally.)

Psychotic Goth: "Please Phantam. I am making you a most interesting offer."

Phantam Fairtex: "Stealing our stock and money just to get even with Armand and The KGB and then you pull a hypnotizing act on us just to sneak into the Helloween Cup in a cage."

Tong Fairtex: "Calm down Phantam. Let's hear him out."

(Phantam eyes Psychotic Goth angrily.)

Phantam Fairtex: "Fine. I'll hear him out but this better be good."

Psychotic Goth: "Yes hear me out."

Tong Fairtex: "Don't push it Psychotic Goth."

Psychotic Goth: "The deal I'm offering is that you and I become allies again and you shall repent for screwing me over a year ago. In turn for your repentance I shall keep the stock and money in....How can I say it....Shall be kept in the best interest of all of us."

(Phantam has to be restrained as he goes after Psychotic Goth.)

Phantam Fairtex: "I'll kill him! I negotiated a great deal and you screw it all up! That was a good amount of money you just cost Team Fairtex and The Hired Killers! Hell we could have had a title shot too!"

Psychotic Goth: "Oh what a tangle web we weave when we practice to deceive. Armand wasn't going to keep his word and neither will the KGB. Show him the contract Vampira."

Vampira: "Look at the clause and the fine print of business genius."

(She hands Phantam the contract and he reads it over and over carefully.)

Phantam Fairtex: "You stole this contract from him didn't you."

Vampira: "Let's just say a really scary associate acquired it by truly stealthy means."

Phantam Fairtex: "He wanted to rescind the offer stock or no stock."

Psychotic Goth: "Now you get the meaning of your deal."

Phantam Fairtex: "How do we know this is authentic."

Psychotic Goth: "That's his signature that he already placed on the contract."

Tong Fairtex: "Okay so you want us to team with you so we can get that championship match."

Psychotic Goth: "Now you get the point. It's not just about me only, but it's also about you wanting your SWAT World Tag Team Championships back. Do not worry you'll be able to get your stock back one day along with your money. Now let's concentrate on the match at hand."

Tong Fairtex: "Okay we'll go through with this match and go at it with Soutter's gang, The KGB those other guys who we won't take lightly especially with such stakes on the line."

Phantam Fairtex: "If we have to take it out on someone. I guess we have to take it out on The KGB or starting this mess again with us when they provoked you."

Psychotic Goth: "Nobody provokes me and gets away with it."

Phantam Fairtex: "Okay it's a deal but you better keep your word."

(Psychotic Goth bellows in an old English accent.)

Psychotic Goth: "You shall not regret your decision and you shall prosper from it."

Vampira: "You shall be amply rewarded for your agreeing to this."

Phantam Fairtex: "Let's hope so. I want to take it out on someone."

Psychotic Goth: "Do not worry Phantam. There are weapons all over the ring and inside the ring so we can use whatever we want and in anyway we want."

(Vampira hands him his homemade weapon in the velvet bag.)

Psychotic Goth: "Believe me I intend to use this one no matter who tries to prevent me from doing so snce it's a present to the one I intend it for. Someone's going to have to pay for James Mueller screwing me in End Of Days. At least he seems to be enjoying my gift to him."

(He laughs demonically and roars in an Old English accent before lowering his head and raises his arms before flinging it back revealing his pale handsome goth like looks.)

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight at Helloween in a Cage we shall come after all in the ring. One by one we shall come and we shall come with a savage fury SWAT has never seen. One of us shall win the cup and we shall be the last team standing. Tonight Helloween shall be the night that nobody comes home except us. This I have spoken and thus I shall make this prophecy come true."

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

[vastrix]

Back in the office of the late Zoran Sainovic, Armand von Krauss sits at his desk. Gabriel Tuck, Sticky the Clown, Hehehe, and Hahaha are across the desk from him with Gabriel Tuck sitting in the chair. Armand lights himself an Egyptian cigarette and leans back in his chair.

Von Krauss: Tonight’s a big night for us. Frostbite, Eddie D, and myself are in a match for the Helloween Cup against nine others who want nothing more than to stop us from gaining more power. The winner will get a World title match. I’m assuming that with Eddie D winning the X*Crown that we should push Frostbite to get the win tonight and thus the World title shot.

Tuck: Hold up, boss. Why not you to the win and thus you could be the World champion?

Armand chuckles, flicking ashes onto the floor.

Von Krauss: You would think that, but my ambition is to become the singular power of this company. More than World champion, I seek to become sole owner. Do you see the difference?

Tuck: Yeah. You want to own another company like you did with the Krimson Kharnival, Olympus, and Riot Star Wrestling. Maybe not run this one into the ground, yeah?

Armand raises an eyebrow as Hehehe and Hahaha giggle madly. He glares at Gabriel, who smiles weakly.

Tuck: Not that it was your fault that those other companies went down.

Von Krauss: Right. Perhaps, I should revive the Krimson Kharnival on the side. El Combatiente would make a fine addition.

Tuck: Boss, El Combatiente doesn’t want to work for you. I thought that was established?

Von Krauss: When he has to fight to the death or die himself, he will even slay Javier if I asked him to. Remember when Chris Parsons enjoyed the delights of my Kharnival? Though he did refuse to kill anyone.

Armand von Krauss blows smoke into the air and crushes his cigarette butt out on the burn scarred desk. He gets out a pen and paper, writing a quick note.

Von Krauss: Sticky. See that this is delivered to the person named on the note.

Armand hands Sticky the note, who grins with his needle sharp teeth piercing black gums. He walks out of the office.

Tuck: Did you hear that Goth had a contract that you were making with Team Fairtex. It was proof that you were planning to double cross them.

Armand von Krauss looks at Gabriel with a frown, but opens a drawer and pulls out a piece of paper. It’s the actual contract.

Von Krauss: I have the real contract right here. It says what they will get money-wise for the stock and their tag team title shot. It’s not like I am afraid of fighting them. Gabriel, text them and let them know that despite the fact that we stand as enemies tonight, our deal stands. Get me the stock and they will be well paid and get the tag team title shots.

Gabriel nods, sending a text message to Phantam Fairtex and then copying it over to send to Tong Fairtex.

Tuck: Done, boss. You want to talk about your opponents in this match?

Von Krauss: Not quite yet. I have one more wheel to put into motion. Hehehe and Hahaha, I want you to go to Rally Jackson and offer to help stand guard during his match against that conniving Jonnie Valentine. At any moment, we could see Syberus or Tuxedo Mask jump into the ring and help turn the tide against Poor betrayed Rally Jackson. Why, I would wager that Syberus isn’t even injured. I would wager that he and Jonnie left as to not have to come to the aid of their comrades. You see this kind of disloyalty all the time. You know, let Rally know that if Jonnie cheats in any way that we, as in the two of you, will be there to help in any way needed. Got it?

Hehehe: Yes, boss.

Hahaha: We got it, boss.

Hehehe and Hahaha leave the office to head to Rally Jackson’s dressing room.

Tuck: How is Frostbite going to become World champion if we suddenly are supporting Rally Jackson?

Von Krauss: Just because we support Jackson tonight, doesn’t mean that we will support at a later date. It just means that we will make sure that he is still champion when Frostbite gets his turn to go for it.

Tuck: Makes sense, make sure the lesser dude has the belt to make it easier for Frostbite.

Von Krauss: I did not phrase it thus, but it is true.

The scene fades to black as Armand lights yet another Egyptian cigarette.

[BlazeFNfreya]

Olympia

[ uh-lim-pee-uh, oh-lim-pee-uh ]
a plain in ancient Elis, Greece, where the ancient Olympic Games were held.
a female given name: from a Greek word meaning “of Olympus.”


-Our scene opens inside of a nearly empty gym, just enough equipment for one person to work out at a time but enough space to fit at least a hundred. Clearly, someone is either moving stuff in or out, but besides that we don’t know much about this new location. We can’t help but notice a television standing up in the middle of the floor, plugged in and all but rather odd placement as a video package begins to play, showing a sweaty, motivated Blaze Freya entering the backstage area after defeating the not so Lucky Linda-



“I told everyone when I returned to action that there wasn’t anyone on this roster capable of stopping me from achieving my goals this time around. I came in as a rookie, made mistakes and then was forced into time-off which at first seemed TERRIBLE but now that everything is going as planned, I feel like that needed to happen in order to teach me a tough lesson. When I had nothing to do but sit n’ think of all the things I did wrong, of all the things I could’ve done differently I realized somethin… I was making excuses in my own head even though I wouldn’t dare make excuses to my fans. I’d think stuff like: “If I wasn’t outnumbered I wouldn’t have lost.” Or whatever the fuck happened to cheat me out of a victory THAT week. But now?” -She laughs and brushes her fiery orange hair out of her face- “Now it doesn’t matter if it’s Rebecca or Olympia, or even if it’s both of em! Hell, it could be them, Linda, Jade AND Kim n’ I’d still accomplish what it is I set out to accomplish at Helloween in the Cell!”

-Moving away from the TV, we see none other than the woman of the hour! Blaze Freya! She has on her street clothes with a new “Tryhard” custom tee, black skinny jeans and of course, her black choker necklace along with some stylish shades to match her hair. She lowers her shades slightly, raising an eyebrow at us-



“I sure wish I could say I told you so but I had no idea that Olympia would be a paper champ yet again. It’s like the same story over n’ over with this woman, she goes up and down n’ wins and loses n’ then flukes her way into a Championship n’ pretends to “deserve it”. But enough about her for now, what do you all think of my gym? “Blaze’s Fuckin’ Gym” is what I’ll call it whenever I get some movers down here to move some shit, but the overall space is great! I mean, look at this place! It’s huge and why not Massachusetts for my first location in the USA? I got one in Blackpool, hopefully one in Toronto after this next event and I really want one in New York. We’ll see what the future holds for Blaze’s Fuckin’ Gym but at least we know one thing! After Helloween in the Cell, SWAT will have an ACTUAL deserving Amazon’s World Champion because I, the woman who’s been undefeated since returning and has earned every possible shot leading up to a number one contender shot, will most definitely BE Amazon’s World Champion!”

-Freya removes her glasses and tosses them over her shoulder carelessly, locking her hypnotic icy blue eyes onto us-

“Olympia, you ain’t nothin’ new to me. This isn’t the Olympics, we aren’t two equally talented females risking it all for the glory of being Champion, no… this is a public execution of a bitch who never deserved not ONE Championship run, much less several! This will be a massacre, n’ I’ll turn that ring into a slaughterhouse because Olympia, I just don’t like you. I was hoping for Rebecca to retain so maybe I could hype this up as some sort of a challenge, but no… I got YOU, of all people. One of the few women on this roster that I am POSITIVE I have your number. I’m three steps ahead of you n’ I’ll not only defeat you for that title, I’ll humiliate you for ever daring to touch what’s MINE! We’re gonna tear the house down, sure, but I’ll be slamming your body through every pillar and beam supporting it in order to do so. I didn’t want this, this is what was given to me. Instead of a champion, like I should be facing, I’ll be facing a fluke fuckin’ loser who doesn’t even deserve to share a ring with me.”

-She spews out harsh words like venom, using her vocabulary as a weapon heading into her biggest match yet-

“I could end you quickly but I won’t, I wanna make a statement to the entire divisi- NO, to the entire ROSTER that I am not just another wrestler and I will not be just another champion. I am THE Champion of SWAT and soon, you’ll all realize that. N’ you don’t have to like it, you can even HATE IT! But you will all have to accept it… because why? Because Blaze Fuckin’ Freya said so, THAT’s why!”

-Our scene fades as her palm covers our camera and shoves it to the side, leaving us to wonder just what Olympia will have to say about being called a fraud? Will she fight harder because of this or will Blaze Freya prove to be truly unstoppable? Find out! ONLY on SWAT’s Helloween in the Cell!!!-

[Kyle]

Backstage, Katie Moss with microphone in hand stands beside "The Paragon of Sleaze" Keith Williams. Already dressed in his wrestling gear, KW makes a last ditch effort to improve his appearance by applying spit to his eyebrows. Checking to make sure his breath is suitable, Keith flashes a big smile at Katie as he adjusts the crotch area of his tights. Katie tries to ignore the attention as she addresses the audience.

Katie Moss: "Heading into tonight's Helloween Cup, I'm joined by someone that might be an unfamiliar face to SWAT diehards, Mister Keith Williams. Thank you for taking time to talk with me. Let me also be the first to welcome you to Syndicate Wrestling & Tradition."

Almost blushing, KW leans over to speak more clearly into the microphone that Katie is still holding.

Keith Williams: "You're very welcome, Miss Katie."

Trying not to get flustered by the perfect combination of machismo and charisma, Ms. Moss keeps her focus on the interview.

Katie Moss: "An accomplished wrestler in AWF, what brings you to SWAT? That seems to be the question on everyone's mind."

Placing his hands on her shoulders, Williams playfully gives Katie a massage.

Keith Williams: "Relax. You need to loosen up. We don't need to be serious the entire time, do we?"

Despite her best attempts, a small smile begins to appear on Katie's face as Keith draws away from her.

Keith Williams: "What am I doing in SWAT? It's simple, Linda needed a tag-team partner and I'm not rude enough to turn down a woman in need. Call it a soft spot of mine. She wanted a wildcard to give her an advantage, so here I am. Honestly, I can't think of a better situation to be in. A threesome with two women? It's every man's dream. I'm on cloud nine about it. Team 2 Girls 1 Keith are poised to lay waste to our competitors."

Katie Moss: "In the past, you've been vocal about your dislike for SWAT. Has that changed? Are you looking for a new place to call home?"

Repulsed, Keith looks at Ms. Moss like she asked him to wear a condom during coitus. That's a big no no.

Keith Williams: "Oh God, definitely not. Zoran died just to get out of the black hole for talent that is SWAT. I've been touring XHF and as a huge favor to my lucky teammate, that is the only reason why SWAT is graced with my presence. If Zoran truly is dead, bless his soul, SWAT deserves someone to take up the mantle he left behind. The death of The Final Boss shall give life to The Ultimate Kingpin, Keith Williams. The ideal antagonist to reorganize and revitalize a stagnant brand. Someone to put people in their place, someone to relight the spark that went out."

Katie Moss: "With the winner receiving a title shot at the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship, do you believe you'll be able to co-operate with your teammates? Is the promise of gold too much to resist? Will greed tempt you, Mister Williams?"

Turning the charm back on, Williams runs a hand through his hair. He tries his best to look as presentable and trustworthy as a politician on campaign.

Keith Williams: "I'm hired sleaze; I know my role in all of this. My aspirations won't allow me to lose sight of that. I have the willpower to overcome my own selfishness. The ReVenants are a clear cut example of how I can work well with others. I'm not so sure I can say the same about our opponents in the Helloween in the Cell match. As the newest member of KGB, is Eddie D prepared for the battle to come? Does he have his team's best interests at heart? Or will he keep second guessing his rash decision to join? Everyone wants to get their hands on KGB and as the dark horse involved I have the benefit of not caring. My only concern is winning."

Katie Moss: "One of the teams you'll be facing consists of Radu Matei, El Combatiente, and Paul Soutter. You and Radu were both involved in the Tag Team Annihilator tournament, The Purple Emperors went on to win the entire thing, while... The ReVenants were knocked out in the second round. Are you excited to get in the ring with The Sacrificial Idol?"

Keith Williams: "I am. Radu is the person in this match I'm the most interested to test. The legend of his endurance and tolerance for pain is incessantly talked about, it makes me wonder if it's true or a tall tale propped up by weaklings that couldn't hang. And there's the mystery of why Radu would team with a piece of shit like Anthony Caffrey that must be solved. ELC's manager would like to think only two teams matter in this encounter, and that's the talk of a future loser. Obsessed only with KGB and themselves, Matei, Combatiente, and Soutter are setting their team up to fail. Team 2 Girls 1 Keith understand that Psychotic Goth, Tong, and Phantam are a viable threat that can't be overlooked. And like anyone else, they're capable of being pinned or submitted. We won't discriminate; we'll eliminate whomever."

Maintaining her professionalism, Katie steers the conversation to a close.

Katie Moss: "You certainly seem prepared for the tough challenge that lies ahead, is there anything else you wished to say?"

Gently reprieving her of the microphone she's held this entire time, Keith holds it front and center to pick up his closing remarks as he stares into the camera.

Keith Williams: "You know what's required of a winning formula? A pinch of luck, a pinch of sleaze, and five tons of metal. When we get in the ring, the competition won't know what to do. The Helloween Cup is ours."

Smiling at Katie, The Paragon of Sleaze seems finished with match talk as he propositions the interviewer while the feed is still live.

Keith Williams: "So, what are you doing after the show?"

Unable to control herself, Katie smiles and looks away then back at Keith as things fade to black without us knowing her answer.

[edwarddubin0604]

(Olympia and her brothers Rage and Fury along with just arrived in the arena wearing their J-ROK workout outfits while Terminatrix is wearing all black. They head for the locker room as Glamourous Glenda comes up to them.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Olympia a word about your match with Blaze Freya."

Olympia: "That's rematch that's been a long time in coming."

Glamourous Glenda: "Blaze did have quite a few disrespectful things to say about you."

Olympia: "What else is new when it comes to Blaze. Here I am in the arena in Salem, Mass. wearing the required mask to prevent the spread of COVID-19 and here's Blaze doing what?"

Glamourous Glenda: "Planning to open up a couple of more gyms."

Olympia: "Yeah she of the Harley Quinn hairdo is pitching her aspiring chain of gyms as if she's going to utilize them whenever she's there.
I hope she knows the rules and regulations for gyms all over the country and the world when it comes to sanitary practices and wearing masks unless she thinks she's an exception to the rule because she's Blaze Freya."

Glamourous Glenda: "What do you think about her comments about coming in as a rookie and calling you a paper champion?"

Olympia: "Yeah she's trying to get into my head as if she thinks I'm going to fall for it. You know the most ironic thing about those comments are."

Glamourous Glenda: "What."

Olympia: "It's her excuse of coming in as a rookie and defeating a whole bunch of competitors and claims her losses were due to mistakes. Really Blaze. That's your excuse for your losing streak. Linda never made any excuses for her losing streak and she never disappeared from SWAT.
Explain your reason for disappearing for nine months other than you were too busy opening gyms. Now I won my share and lost my share of matches
when I began wrestling but never did I make any excuses. Never did I disappear from SWAT for months on end and I was here in SWAT for three years."

Glamourous Glenda: "That was 2017 when SWAT Amazons was revived."

Olympia: "Yeah and I debuted in the second show in the much maligned scrub division. The competitors battled each other and the Amazon roster, but guess what who was considered one of the best to come out of that much maligned division."

Glamourous Glenda: "You did."

Olympia: "Yeah me. CEO Angela saw my potential as a competitor and added me to the Amazons roster and I did it without anyone's assistance. I did it on my own and when the Amazon Domination PPV occurred in Rio, Brazil in August of 2017. I emerged bloodied and in pain but I emerged as SWAT Pan Amazons Women's Champion. That wasn't given to me. I earned my championship."

Glamourous Glenda: "I can attest to that."

Olympia: "I held that title with pride and honor and respect. Yeah I lost a champion vs. Champion match to Linda but I didn't complain about it.
I didn't make excuses and I got up and I continued to make title defenses."

Glamourous Glenda: "Yet Blaze defeated you."

Olympia: "Like that hasn't been in the back of my mind. You remember she was the one who called me out."

Glamourous Glenda: "I remember that well."

Olympia: "Now she could have went to the management for a match and they would have granted it. I would have been more than happy to defend my championship but she decided to call me out. Well tonight I'm going to even the score and I'm going to be the one who comes out on top."

Glamourous Glenda: "You lose and you'll be returning to J-ROK."

Olympia: "Holding my head up high. My family and I support each other and Rage and Fury will be watching and cheering me on along with members of the former scrub division whom I dedicated this title defense to and I always will as long as I'm the champion."

Glamourous Glenda: "There's a strong possibility that....."

Olympia: "That Blaze is going to try and go to J-ROK."

Glamourous Glenda: "No she plans on possibly staying in SWAT."

(Olympia shakes her head sadly and sighs.)

Olympia: "Typical of Blaze. She disappears for nine months and now we seem to have a bit of a clue as to why she disappeared. Imagine first she tries to sneak into AWF and then into J-ROK as if she thinks she can wrestle in every promotion at once. Funny how I get trashed for leaving SWAT due to being under utilized and I go to J-ROK for a fresh start and here is Blaze trying to have it both ways because she's Blaze Freya."

Glamourous Glenda: "Some seem to think they maybe above the rules."

Olympia: "Yeah Blaze thinks she doesn't have to abide by the rules. Yet the rules state that you have to commit to one of the feds and their rules but she seems to think she's above those rules. I guess that little oversight went over her head or passed through her empty head. Well I guess she learned that lesson or claims to have learned but we'll see won't we."

Glamourous Glenda: "What do you think of her venomous comments threatening to execute and massacre you when you step into the ring and defend your championship."

Olympia: "Why am I not surprised at what she said. Yeah this isn't the Olympics where the best athletes all over the world compete for the honor of representing their countries to win gold, silver and bronze medals. This isn't about standing on podiums as you receive your medals and bow in respect to the stadium full of supporters in Olympic glory. This is professional wrestling and I know how brutal the sport can be as you knew as well."

Glamourous Glenda: "Yeah I remember."

Olympia: "I trained with one of the best legends, Dragonatrix, and she taught me all about the business and she taught me well. She didn't give me any breaks and I never got any breaks during my training. I didn't even want any breaks and honed my skills and I perfected my skills and earned my spot in SWAT before starting all over again in J-ROK."

Glamourous Glenda: "Yet she still wants to publicly execute you because she couldn't get the title shot."

Olympia: "Yeah that shows how much she thinks she's entitled to championship matches. She thinks she has to just snap her fingers and a title match just appears out of thin air. Well you earn your shots Blaze. You don't just say I want a title shot because I'm undefeated since I returned from who knows where. You forgot that I also made the challenge in Linda's open challenge and yet you think you're more entitled than me or anyone else who makes the challenge from SWAT or any other fed. Sorry to disappoint you Blaze but rules are the rules and the open challenge rule allows all wrestlers to compete for the SWAT Amazons Women's Championship."

Glamourous Glenda: "Yet she still intends to kill you."

Olympia: "Let her try and she's going to see that I'm going to get up and continue to bring it each and every time she tries to beat me down. I'm going to be like Rocky Balboa going into that ring and continuing to fight and fight from the opening bell until the final bell. So she's going to find that I don't die so easily and my heart and will along with my skill is stronger than anything she can throw at me. So let her try and execute me and let's see what happens when she goes through with her threat."

Glamourous Glenda: "You always consider yourself as a true underdog."

Olympia: "That's right and tonight I intend to show that you knock me down and I'm going to show why I earned this SWAT Amazons Women's Championship. Tonight I'm going to show that I changed for the better. I'm going to once again show that I'm the true Golden Girl and that I'm doing this for the old SWAT scrub division. Tonight I plan on showing Blaze how it feels to be subjected to Merciless Aggression that she's never felt before. This time Blaze you won't be calling me out like you did he last time. This time the ring announcer will be doing the calling out. He's going to be introducing our names and believe me Blaze this rematch is going to be different than the last time. This time I'm going to come into this match as the underdog champion and I'm leaving as the underdog champion. There's no doubt about it."

(She excuses herself and she leaves with Terminatrix and Rage and Fury as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[eddied]

(Cave by Muse blares and Eddie D walks out with a black and white montage video playing on the screens of him weight training, hitting his favorite moves on people and the SWAT wrestling logo, flashing up in negative to the beat of the music.
He threatens a rude fan, tears up a Valentine poster on his way to the ring, a fan lunges at Eddie and security get involved, Eddie shouts “Sorry buddy I thought you Bay Staters were lovers not Republicans”, security have the situation under control as Eddie walks confidently and slowly to the ring. Raises his hands to accept the praise he feels he is due, but the crowd erupt in a chorus of boos and jeers.)

EDDIE: Hello Massachusetts! You people seem to love a bargain, I can tell by the way you dress, so why can't you find it in your hearts to get behind The Biggest DEAL in SWAT today?
All your boos just confirm what I was told when I drove down here… getting cut off every other fucking junction… that Bay Staters Are Massholes For Life!!!
We’re here in Salem and I’m just smiling cause I’m being booed by a load of coastal island Bay Staters; pearl wearing, collar popping, pastel accessorizing preppies with no business in a wrestling crowd.

(The crowd erupt with boos)

EDDIE: Settle down… If you can produce comedians like Bill Burr and Louis C.K… Massachusetts can laugh at themselves for a half minute.
Ok. OK. Pipe down… I can give you some credit… we know you guys can’t drive, I ain’t taking that shit back… but you make great coffee and you recycle real well. That’s as balanced as I’m going to get tonight.

Tonight will be one hell of a show folks, but let me start by bringing you people up to date; the story so far.

Last week in Toronto… We saw The Society implode and the KGB just recruited the best talent on the roster… namely… ME! …Eddie D, your SWAT Renegade Champion!

I have seen a lot of comments online and even some promo content saying that I made a mistake joining the KGB; that I will just be a lap dog. Well… you all said similar shit when I tagged up with Trent and you know what?… You are just as wrong now as you were then. Trent and I created some tension at the top that the Fed needed. We had some classic matches and we both ended up with gold come the end.

The KGB is a different kettle of fish obviously. I’ve been told that the KGB is a backward step for me. I say to them, that Trent and me just wanted a slice of Tag Team dominance that we sadly never enjoyed or got recognized for. The KGB want to own this whole damned Fed; so even just in the ambition stakes… I just embarked on one hell of an upgrade.

I was not the only person that they wanted to be in the KGB, that is true, but they were looking for the außerge-wöhn-lich of this federation. Now that word can mean different things to different people. To most it means exceptional and top tier but it's used casually in some circles as meaning "Unusual and uncommon". So in me they get the unpredictable, but consistently vicious and Exceptional me and had they picked up Goth and that pipsqueak El Combatiente, well, could anyone argue they're not unusual and uncommon? I am not second-fiddle, I am not last resort, I am an exceptional champion and those that passed up the chance will regret it.

The KGB knew what they were signing up for when they offered me that membership.

Brutality

Power Personified

A wealth of Tag Team wrestling expertise

An encyclopedic knowledge of every dirty trick in the business

Loyalty…

(The crowd boo and laugh)

EDDIE: HEY!!! I am loyal. How can you boo that? …When I cost Valentine the world title I had never promised to be his friend. It's not like I joined The Society and then did the dirty on that mark…

And when the world didn’t expect me to side with a man that had been my deadly enemy, in the shape of Trent Jones… Joining him wasn’t an act of disloyalty to anyone …except maybe a handful of punk bloggers and side bet schleps that didn’t see the curve-ball coming. They may feel betrayed and a little peeved at getting their odds and their predictions wrong, but I never swore loyalty to any of those losers either.

When it comes to loyalty it’s the other teams on show tonight that will have the trouble.

People in Massachusetts love a good bromance right? ...but Will Radu and Soutter really be the best of buddies for a whole match? Will El Combatiente be the third wheel in their love thing, or will he be trying to prevent them from ripping each other’s ego swollen heads off?
Will Goth just turn around and snack on the smaller Fairfax?
Will Linda La Fey finally reveal her long and poorly concealed lust for me and give me the big sloppy kiss she’s been hankering for all these months?
Who knows? What I can guarantee is that Eddie D will be all about team KGB and the big win on the big stage.

This federation needs leadership. This place needs some born leaders to step up, give you sheep some direction and make SWAT great again. That leadership will come in the shape of the KGB as the office look all out of answers and are powerless to stop us bona fide, title carrying people’s champions from ruling the roost.

People think that joining the KGB is an example that I need to be led. That I needs back up. That's horseshit, because I came here alone and got my first title shot before Trent Jones or the KGB ever looked to me for support. Yes. You heard me right. They were looking to me for support not the other way around.

Have you not seen the trail I am blazing across this Fed?! Have you not seen that I am representing SWAT on the biggest stage as your Renegade Champion?!
That I am representing SWAT for the X-Crown at the End of Days PPV!??!

If you think that I am anything other than THE Big deal around here, with or without a stable behind me?

You...

Can...

BRING….

IT…..

ON!



(Cave by Muse blares, Eddie D drops the mic and walks back up the aisle, pausing to laugh at a guy in a Society t-shirt before continuing up the ramp and into the backstage as the crowd boo.)

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Okay in our opening match we have the debuting Oxford Osland against our favorite taxi driver Rajiv Khan.

Andrew Fulton: Says you. I won't even tip him.

Jeremy Tucker: Oxford comes with a big reputation. A real blue chipper.

Andrew Fulton: Well he was last in line when God was handing out names, that's for sure.

Jeremy Tucker: I had no idea you were a religious man, Andrew.

Andrew Fulton: I like to consider myself spiritual. Ever since my trip to Peru where I sampled the ayahuasca. Changed my life completely. I am such a better person now.

Jeremy Tucker: Well that's good to he....

Andrew Fulton: SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I WAS NOT DONE TALKING!!

Frank Salazar: Welcome everyone to Helloween in a Cell!! The following contest is scheduled for one fall!!

Crowd: ONE FALL!!!

Frank Salazar: Introducing first, from Mumbai, India..... standing at 5'11" and weighing in at 219 lbs.... The Indian Assassin 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: Rajiv Khan looking to bounce back after a tough loss last month to the Psychotic Goth.

Andrew Fulton: Couldn't you argue that all goths are psychotic, though? Wearing eyeliner and dog collars. Doesn't exactly scream sane.

Frank Salazar: His opponent..... hailing from Indianapolis, Indiana...... standing at 6'4" and weighing in at 254 lbs..... Oxford Osland!!!

<As the beat from Elevators by Outkast pops through the arena, Oxford Osland emerges from behind the curtain with a confident smirk plastered all over his face. Osland doesn't bother mingling with the fans at all, as he walks calmly to the ring. Once he arrives, he walks up the stairs and wipes his boots on the apron. Osland enters in between the top and middle rope and does a lap of the ring before getting acquainted with his corner. Osland keeps his eyes focused on his opponent, while waiting for the referee to signal for the bell.>

Andrew Fulton:; You can just tell this guy has a big dick.

Jeremy Tucker: I can't speak to that, but I will say the consensus around the business is this guy has the potential to be a star on the level of Cyrus Williams or Cobryn.

::DingDing::

<Rajiv Khan puts out a hand to shake and Osland nearly takes his head off with a clothesline.>

Andrew Fulton: Raj is off to a great start as usual.

Jeremy Tucker: What a cheapshot! 0ell as they say, have your guard up at all times. As Rajiv struggles to his feet he is met with a snap ddt. Oxford pulls him back up and hits another ddt, this time with both underhooks.

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KICKOUT!!

Andrew Fulton: I am so aroused watching Oxford wrestle. I never had these feelings watching a guy before. He is just such a good looking man.

Jeremy Tucker: Can you please get a hold of yourself? Oxford goes behind Khan and slaps on a quick cobra clutch. Khan is still fresh so he has the wherewithal to make it to the ropes, but oh no! Instead of releasing the hold, Osland turns it into a suplex!!

Andrew Fulton: Well he still technically released the hold. That studmuffin.

Jeremy Tucker: Oxford Osland comes from an extensive amateur career. He was a former Boilermaker for Perdue.

Andrew Fulton: I would've guess he was a male model.

<Oxford Osland pushes Rajiv Khan into the corner and hits a huge European uppercut. He pauses, then another. The starts hitting it repeatedly.>

Jeremy Tucker: He's not giving Rajiv Khan an inch!! Step in referee!! They are in the corner, time to reset them!! One last uppercut now sends Rajiv Khan over the rope to the outside.

Andrew Fulton: I hope Oxford's fist is ok. Should I go check on him?

Jeremy Tucker: Would you behave yourself? Oxford follows Khan to the outside now and whips him into the guardrail. Rake across the back and sends him under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Oxford slides in after him and starts a little ground and pound! Oh! Brutal! If this was an MMA fight they would stop this, but it's pro wrestling so we must continue.

Andrew Fulton: If this was a beauty pageant, Oxford Osland would have won in a landslide.

Jeremy Tucker: Rajiv Khan puts his arm out to stop it and Oxford smartly traps the arm and slaps on a arm triangle. What Rajiv Khan needs to do here is what they call answering the phone. He needs to put that trapped arm to his ear and then turn into the pressure.

Andrew Fulton: Or.... he can just be lucky enough to have his foot under the bottom rope which he does. Now Osland is going to have to break the hold before the referees count reaches five.

<He does just that the puts the stomp to Khan upon releasing. He then lifts Rajiv Khan up for a vertical suplex.>

Jeremy Tucker: What a display of strength!! He is holding him up there with that vertical suplex as the crowd counts along!!

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Andrew Fulton:; Look at those deltoids!! A true masterpiece!!

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Jeremy Tucker: And Just drops Khan on his head!! That was uncalled for!! He could seriously hurt him!!

Andrew Fulton: I'm sure Raj has a cousin that's a doctor.

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

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KICKOUT!!

Jeremy Tucker: Oxland picks Khan back up looked like he was going to send him to the ropes, but instead hits a short clothesline!!

<Oxford picks him up again and this time sends him to the ropes. He catches him with a discus clothesline on the way back.>

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

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

KICKOUT!!

Andrew Fulton: He moves like a gazelle.

Jeremy Tucker: You might need to check your pants between matches. Oxford Osland hits a saito suplex now...

<Osland goes behind Khan and attempts a german suplex, but it is blocked.>


Jeremy Tucker: Looks like Rajiv Khan has a little fight left in him.

Andrew Fulton: No way, Oxford is way too attracti... I mean way too good a wrestler to let Raj stop him.

Jeremy Tucker: He tries again for the suplex... but blocked again!!

<Osland trips Khan forward and forces him to faceplant. He hooks both arms and flips forward into a cattle mutilation.>


Andrew Fulton: Me next!! Me next!!

Jeremy Tucker: The Agony of Defeat he calls that!!

Andrew Fulton: Understatement of the year...

Jeremy Tucker:; He taps!! Rajiv Khan taps!! This one is all over!!

Frank Salazar: Here is your winner.................... Oxford Osland!!!!!

<Elevators by Outkast kicks back in over the PA system. The referee rasies Osland's right hand as he stomps Khan in the back of the head.>


Andrew Fulton: Better than Cobryn I think.

Jeremy Tucker: Time will tell, time will tell.

Andrew Fulton: I feel like at this point, Raj needs to start thinking about focusing more on his other career. Maybe he can get a promotion there. Would that make him a limo driver?

[edwarddubin0604]

(Team Fairtex is back in the locker room warming up when they hear pings on heir cellphones. Tong and Phantam Fairtex look at their cellphones and stop their warm ups to go over to look at who's trying to contact them.)

Phantam Fairtex: "It's Armand and he's telling us that Psychotic Goth didn't have the actual contract on him."

Tong Fairtex: "What do you mean that's not the real contract."

Phantam Fairtex: "He's telling us that he still has the actual contract.

Tong Fairtex: "So he has the actual contract."

Phantam Fairtex: "That's what he says."

Tong Fairtex: "Okay who's telling the truth."

Phantam Fairtex: "Well we'll find out."

(He texts back and waits.)

Phantam Fairtex: "Well we're going to find out if he has the actual contract."

Psychotic Goth: "Who are you waiting for to answer."

Phantam Fairtex: "You said you took the contract."

Psychotic Goth: "I did."

Phantam Fairtex: "How come he just texted us claiming he still has it."

Psychotic Goth: "Really Phantam."

(He speaks in an Old English accent and something in a red robe with symbols appears.)

Phantam Fairtex: "Who the hell is that."

Psychotic Goth: "A reaper. He shall acquire all documents and since I was informed that Krauss wants to try and revive that failure called Krimson Kharnival if he takes over SWAT."

Phantam Fairtex: "What the hell is that."

Psychotic Goth: "Tell him Tong."

(Tong sighs and shakes his head as if he doesn't want to answer but looks at Phantam.)

Tong Fairtex: "The Krimson Kharnival was an idea created by the late Allan 'The Brain' Anderson that was being pitched once in Hardkore World and in SWAT but both times was rejected since it involved competitors killing each other."

Psychotic Goth: "Even Ryan Cullen of Dark Horse Industries proposed it before the old PSW died shortly after he rebranded it."

Phantam Fairtex: "So what does that have to do with that reaper and our stock and the money you stole."

Psychotic Goth: "Imagine what would happen if Armand took over and revived that failure. He could get rid of whoever he wants without any remorse whatsoever including you."

(Psychotic Goth commands the reaper and it disappears.)

Phantam Fairtex: "Where did that thing go."

(Psychotic Goth laughs demonically and looks at Team Fairtex mischievously.)

Psychotic Goth: "Somewhere but if you want to break our little deal it's your choice and your choice alone. You shall live with the consequences if you do try to betray me."

Tong Fairtex: "So what do you want us to do."

Psychotic Goth; "Make him an offer that he can not refuse. Something he and the KGB want the most besides the money stock. He knows what that is but does he want to agree to it."

Phantam Fairtex: "You know that you're gambling with our chances to get that championship shot."

Psychotic Goth: "You want a worse deal than with the devil's deal."

(Team Fairtex look at each other and Phantam looks steamed and they pick their cellphones up and text.)

Tong Fairtex: "Okay we did what you asked and you better be right."

Psychotic Goth: "'The King of the Goths' is always correct. Trust me the offer you shall make is going to be taken seriously."

Phantam Fairtex: "This is our championship shot you're playing with."

Psychotic Goth: "Yes and will a certain KGB member be pissed off if you win the Helloween in a Cage. He probably will but won't show it since he's been wanting that championship for years."

(Psychotic Goth laughs maniacally at the possibility but who does he mean as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[Jonnie Valentine]

(Open on Dark Side of the Ring. A montage of clips of wrestlers talking about the backstage villany of SWAT World Heavyweight Champion "The Golden God" Rally Jackson) 

Rajiv Khan: He was out of control...

Benjamin Bolt: He thought it was funny, but it wasn't.

"Mr. Hilarity" Jonnie Valentine: I told him it was affecting our bookings, but he didn't care. 

Brian Acres: You never felt safe. 

Sabrina Sinstone: It's why I haven't been back to wrestling. 

(Fade to a graphic that says Dark Side of the Ring: Backstage Bully) 

Narrator: SWAT World Heavyweight Champion Rally Jackson has done it all in wrestling. Champion, trainer of the Tiger's Den, and promoter in Mexico and the Carribean. But what he's most famous for perhaps, is what he does behind the scenes. Ribs, as they're known in professional wrestling, are pranks designed to test the mettle of newer wrestlers as well as to blow off some steam in the otherwise tense lifestyle of wrestling and traveling. When done right, they can act as an initiation for younger wrestlers to bond with the locker room, but Rally Jackson was known to take things too far. 

Rajiv Khan: I had just gotten a knee surgery after an injury I sustained in a match with Kilroy Evans on a house show in Dayton. I went to use the lavatory, and when I returned, my crutches were gone. I asked that whoever took my crutches to please return them, as I couldn't walk without them. The locker room was silent and I saw Rally staring at me, like a tiger, waiting to pounce. I had to have my brother Mohammad help me to the car. 

(cut to a bald Benjamin Bolt) 

Benjamin Bolt: Ya I used to wear a rasta cap down to da ring. Dat mon Rally Jackson put super glue on the edges, so dat when I try to take it off, me dreads nearly came off wit it. Had to shave em off. Boombaclat! 

(cut to Jonnie Valentine) 

Jonnie Valentine: I got offers to go wrestle in Canada, Japan, and Philly recently, but they had one caveat. I couldn't bring Rally. It got back to them even there how bad he is in the locker room. 

(cut to Sabrina Sinstone) 

Sabrina Sinstone: Last time I wrestled, I got a phone call that the people at James Corden wanted to have me on their show. They told me that a limousine would be there to pick me up at 8. I went and bought a brand new gown and waited outside the arena. One by one, each wrestler came up and asked what I was waiting for. Finally Rally came up to me and asked if they were late since it was now 8:45. That's when I recognized his voice from the phone call. I haven't been back to wrestle since. 

(cut to Brian Acres) 

Brian Acres: He used to get hotel staff to give him the keys to my hotel room, then go take a massive dump in my toilet. Then he'd turn the heat up. Problem was I always traveled with my parents. "Why do they do this to you, son?" My mother would ask. 

(cut to Jonnie Valentine) 

Jonnie Valentine: The truth is, Rally's not a nice person. He never had one cheer in his life until I made him my bodyguard. He seemed unsure of how to handle it. I thought it would mellow him out, but it just made him meaner for some reason. Maybe he thought the boys would think he had lost his edge because he was a fan favorite? Whatever it was, it was overkill. Syberus, Tux and I started to get hit with some of the blowback. 

Narrator: While these ribs may seem childish, but harmless, sometimes they veered in to violence.

(cut to Brein O. Thomas)

Brein O. Thomas: I had just gotten this nice watch from my wife for our 10th anniversary. I left it in my bag and went out and wrestled Psychotic Goth. When I got back, my watch was gone. I had TJ Zousa help me look everywhere for it, but we couldn't find it anywhere. Then Rally came up to me and asked me what time it was, with this big cat-that-ate-the-canary grin. I knew it was him, but I didn't say anything because he's fat and knows kung fu. I told Zoran Sainovic, who was the promoter at the time. Next town we get to, Harrisburg, Rally's waiting for me in the locker room. 

(The narrator talks over a re-enactment of the scene) 

The Narrator: Rally Jackson was enraged that Brien O. Thomas had gone to management and accused him of being a thief. 

Brein O. Thomas: He was calling me a stooge, and pushing me. I told him, "Look, I just want my watch back..." and before I could finish, the lights went out. I woke up on the ground and everyone was standing around me. Everyone was saying next time they had my back, but where were they when he was hitting me in Harrisburg? I had a ruptured ear drum and broken nose. He still walks around wearing my watch. 

(Cut to Jonnie Valentine) 

Jonnie Valentine: I remember one time telling him, "Rally, that's enough shit in Eddie D's bag. We can barely even close it as it is." But he just kept shitting in it. I didn't the human body could hold that much shit. Rally has pushed people around his entire career. Was it funny? Obviously. Was it professional? Who's to say? We had Joe Pesci signing our paychecks less than a year ago. But Rally got that big gold belt and he started to get sensitive. He started to get jealous. And he started to get fatter. The fact is you just scared us, Rally. Syberus kept suggesting we bring you onto our bird watching show, and then you chucked his luggage onto the train tracks. I wanted you to be the muscle on Syb's game show until you cut my ponytail while I was sleeping. Look Rallington, when you hold World Championships in this industry, it's only a matter of time before you have to lose it to "Mr. Hilarity" Jonnie Valentine. People have been doing that since the fans were wearing "Don't Have A Cow, Man" t-shirts and it will keep happening, even if you throw a milkshake tantrum. We're going to go out there and beat the hell out of each other, and leave little pieces of one another on that barbed wire, and when all is said and done, I will loft my SWAT World Championship that was taken from me by Eddie's baseball bat, over my head in front of fans wearing Orange Cassidy t-shirts from Hot Topic. And I shudder to think what will happen to the enhancement guys on the next house show loop, but it has to be. 

The Narrator: As pro wrestling leaves the smoky arenas and becomes part of publicly traded companies, and with bullying and hazing becoming national priorities, one wonders if ribbing and practical jokes will go the way of the dodo. Will management take a stand and say that this is no longer acceptable in 2020? For Brien O. Thomas and others like him, they say, they hope so. This has been Dark Side of the Ring. 

[mosler]

{{A star on the dressing room door reads: THE INDUSTRIAL MAN.}}


{{Lucky Linda Le Fay enters to find the usual mess of cables and wires that fans of Attila Balan will fondly recall lead to his charging station. Like the set from a 50s science fiction movie – yet it resonate enough to pick I-Man up SWAT’s 2017 most popular wrestler award. He was the 2017 Helloween Cup finalist; so bringing Balan into Le Fay’s team is quite the score...}}


Lucky Linda Le Fay: Who is that?


{{So you can imagine the former Amazon champion’s confusion that at the center of the charging station is a younger woman who seems to be wearing a skintight cosplay of Attila Balan.}}


Sam Burton: The Industrial Woman.


{{SWAT’s senior road agent looks up from a monitor.}}


Lucky Linda Le Fay: What happened to Balan?


Sam Burton: Oh. We got the wrong one. Tried to contact Balan about being a replacement, he said, and I quote “Radu Matei is this unit’s associate, and the unit cannot process the purpose of engaging Deathless in combat. It would be counterproductive to further damage Matei’s factory warranty.”


Lucky Linda Le Fay: The point? This is wrestling. We entertain fans, test each other’s physical limits, and put on the best darn show in the world. Radu is MY friend too – but I will give it my all to beat him tonight, because that is what our fans expect.


Sam Burton: You want to argue that point with the bucket of bolts, be my guest. Right now, it’s showtime!


Lucky Linda Le Fay: And who is this?


Sam Burton: That is, uh, complicated.


I-W: Identification. Linda La Fey. Greetings.


Lucky Linda Le Fay: Uh. Hi. And you are?


I-W: Serial Number 0100Y8M. Designation – Industrial Woman.


Lucky Linda Le Fay: And where did you come from?


I-W: UPLOAD FROM MEMORY BANK. File B77.


{{A wire running from The Industrial Woman’s temple to some monitors behind her begins to glow. A few hard drives start to vibrate, before the largest monitor in the room starts to play a video.}}


TEXT: SWAT TANNER / PACKER MEMORIAL 2020


{{A first person POV shot sees large, masculine hands punching Linda Le Fay, again and again. Le Fey looks up at the camera, deeply hurt. Not from the violent beating, but from the feelings of betrayal. This was her partner.}}


{{JUMP CUT. Avery McCullen shoves Linda Le Fay out of the way of a chairshot. In the background, Zoran Sainovic hisses that McCullen is pissing away her chance at employment. The pandemic has made getting work tough, and she could be out on the street for this slight. And who is McCullen saving? The woman who ran her out of SWAT? It doesn’t matter. A forgotten friendship returns. A mutual respect. Basic human decency? United in SISTERHOOD, the Irish Bomb Angels reform for one night to fight against the odds. They are amazing. Sainovic has a dozen psychotic monsters on his payroll, but it doesn’t matter as the duo double team their competition into the ground. This includes multiple shots to the camera we are watching. Yet for the blows it takes, the camera angles almost suggest a growing admiration.}}


{{JUMP CUT. Explosion.}}


{{JUMP CUT. The ceiling collapses.}}


{{JUMP CUT. Darkness. Debris everywhere. Distant fires from the explosion provide some light, which peeks through cracks in the rubble. As eyes adjust to the smoke, we find that the camera is acting as a human shield. Limbs buckle under pressure. Nuts. Bolts. Wires. Blue fluids spill out like plasma. The weight of the ceiling is on the camera’s back. Just under it, Zoran Sainovic looks half-dead.}}


Zoran Sainovic <coughing up blood>: H- h- damn.


{{The camera moves down closer to the dying man, as arms are crushed further under the weight.}}


Zoran Sainovic: How ...you h- holding up, pal?


Knockoff: <bzzzt> Unit functioning at 17%.


Zoran Sainovic: Yeah. <deep cough> You’ve looked better. Sorry bud. Looks like I miscalculated zis one.


{{JUMP CUT. Later. The fires aren’t as bright.}}


Zoran Sainovic: Don’t... look... glum. You’ve got... ha... a black box... right? <heavy cough> Zey’ll dig... dig us up... in no time.


Knockoff: Running alternate scenarios. 70% probability plan would have proceeded to schematics with Original Industrial Man.


Zoran Sainovic <less blood, faint voice>: Knock. Knock zat shi- off. ...I managed Balan for years. Everyone puts him... on a pedestal, but he wasn’t ...perfect. Spent his... career... obsessing over mo... mocking ze Nature Boy. Like Zee Industrial Man is ze co... complete opposite. Not zat opposite. ...Pretty similar... where it counts. He was missing ze key differences.


Knockoff: ...key differences...


Zoran Sainovic <shallow breathing>: your problem is you spent your whole life as a fake him. who is he? where is he? a ghost of a ghost. you are supposed to be ze cheap knockoff. balan wins, you lose. where… was zat written?


Knockoff: ...in my code...


Zoran Sainovic: he ain’t here, and you aren’t going to be running... fo...rever. you don’t have to be a kno...ckoff. be real. be w h a t e v e r u w a n t to be.


{{JUMP CUT. Later still. The light is almost out.}}


Knockoff: 4% functionality. Unit has decided.


Zoran Sainovic: . . .


{{The Final Boss stares blankly at the ceiling. There are no life signs.}}


{{JUMP CUT. Darkness.}}


{{Rubble collapses in on itself, as a rescue crew clears the debris. Daylight.}}


{{What look like a private military company loads the Knockoff onto a stretcher. A helicopter kicks up dust in the background. The fixed view of the camera is on the sky as the troops carry it away. What looks like an oil tycoon stereotype hangs onto his hat as they wheel the camera past.}}


Trooper: It’s in pretty rough shape, but we’ve salvaged the unit.


JR Lupei <looking down>: Don’t worry boy, we’ll have you right as rain in no time.


Knockoff: <bzzt> that is not this <bzzt> unit’s designation.


JR Lupei: Lippy aren’t you? Well what designation do you want?


{{END FILE.}}


TEXT: FOR LUPEI REDESIGN EFFORTS SEE APPENDIX C-9: Lazarus Evidence 003


{{The footage stops.}}


Sam Burton: Well. That certainly answered all of my questions.


{{The senior road agent tries to run out of the room, before the main event can be rui- too late.}}


Lucky Linda Le Fay: What the hell, Burton. THE KNOCKOFF INDUSTRIAL MAN?


I-W: This unit no longer recognizes that designation.


Lucky Linda Le Fay: You want me to team up with the very guy-


I-W: Amazon.


Lucky Linda Le Fay: The person who TRICKED and BETRAYED me on the LAST gosh darn pay per view? It hasn’t even been three months since SHE almost ended my career! Played me for a fool – screwed me over just like Frostbite.


I-W: This unit is no longer the knockoff you were previously acquainted with Linda La Fey. Mission parameters are to obtain victory for team La Fey. Previous duplicitous machinations were issued by Zoran Sainovic.


Lucky Linda Le Fay: And what’s to stop you from doing it again?


I-W: Sainovic is no longer functioning and unable to issue orders.


{{An awkward silence fills the room.}}


I-W: Linda Le Fay. Your history of substandard partners is unfortunate, and you may require a reboot. Trust is a requirement of being a team captain. While you have an unacceptable level of betrayal in your file, your continued efforts to trust show why you are optimal in 27 of the other parameters required for leaders. This unit is unable to apologize for your interactions with 0100Y8M’s previous iteration. They were unfortunate, and cannot be repeated. Your trust is not required for our victory, but as you are one of the factors that inspired the unit’s redesign, 0100Y8M feels compelled to gain you victory. As such, the unit REQUESTS to operate within your team.


{{Linda looks hard at The Industrial Woman.}}


Lucky Linda Le Fay: If you don’t follow my orders to the letter, they won’t find the pieces.


I-W: Confirmation.


{{The two women continue to stare each other down.}}


Sam Burton: I can place some calls.


Lucky Linda Le Fay: It’s fine.


Sam Burton: We can definitely get Suzi Spitz, Marty Donovan, and Kilroy Evans for tonight. Hell, Sly Fondell lives near the are-


Lucky Linda Le Fay: No. We’re good.


{{Le Fay nods. Stares at the blank face of the Industrial Woman again, and then leaves. Burton starts to talk to I-W but finding the blank expression of an android, quickly follows.}}


{{Alone. The Industrial Woman turns to her memory banks. A still image of Zoran Sainovic covered in debris is shown on the monitor behind her. A ghost in the system?}}


{{The screen goes black.}}

FEAR 

THE 

INDUSTRIAL WOMAN