Helloween in the Cell 2020 (Show)

[radu]

(At the loading entrance, paramedics finish placing Brein O. Thomas’ gurney into the back of a waiting ambulance. The popular talent enhancer has his neck in a brace, and half his face wrapped in gauze. The moment that he is secure, TJ Zousa and Sabrina Sinstone climb in. The duo still appear roughed up from their brutal tag contest, but concern for their friend numbers the pain. Looking deeply concerned, Radu Matei stands a few feet from the vehicle.)


Radu Matei: ...I will meet you there shortly.


(Sabrina’s response isn’t picked up on camera, but there is a nod of understanding. As one of the paramedics close the backdoor, the vehicle drives off. Matei watches it disappear from view, and can’t wait for the night to end.)


Radu Matei (deep sigh): ...fucking Jackson...


Sam Burton: We don’t know that.


(At the first sniff of a lawsuit-inducing brawl, Deathless is joined by SWAT’s senior road agent, Sam Burton. His sage like wisdom is treated like the ulterior motive it is.)


Radu Matei (almost shaking with rage): Who else is it going to be? Brein goes on television complaining about being bullied, and the same night a PRANK does so much damage his jaw is liable to be wired shut for six months?


(Burton falls silent.)


Sam Burton: There will be an investigation.


Radu Matei: Yes there will. We’re here to do one thing – wrestle. The rest of this shit? It’s all so fucking pointless.


Sam Burton: You can trust us to take the matter very seriously.  We care about all the talent, no matter what their position on the card.  Even Brian.


(Broken fists clenched to the breaking point, Rau Matei turns from the road agent. If another jaw is going to be shattered tonight, it will belong to an active competitor. Wanting to get the hell away from the management figure before he does something he’ll regret, The Sacrificial Idol starts walking down a corridor. Burton stops himself from following, but the camera operator lacks that good sense.)


Sam Burton: Good talk champ.


Radu Matei (muttering to the camera as he stomps off): I did my time with the world title. Put my stamp on it. Not really interested in a second run. That is for healthier performers. My misunderstanding with Rally a few weeks back? That didn’t lead to a shot, because I won’t take it. I’m not here to make that title or its holder look bad. As long as Rally Jackson is the world champion, he doesn’t have a care in the world from me. ...But WHEN Valentine takes the strap off of Jackson? There isn’t a force on earth to keep me from dropping Rally on his neck until he knows the FEAR that he put in my friends.


(Deathless punches a door open. Realizing it will swing back fast enough to hit the cameraman, Radu reaches out – and holds it open. This action seems to calm him.)


Radu Matei: I get even in my own ways. I don’t like the way the HARDKORE world guys treat SWAT? Well, then I become the first man to win the Helloween Cup back-to-back since Lucifer Jones. I stick THAT in their craw. At least they’ll be able to chew on it... unlike poor Brein.


(The two arrive at a small room with a blue screen set-up.)


Radu Matei: Not that I’m planning to take the pin. That is an honour I’m hoping ONE of my partners picks up. The future, not the past.


(The Sacrificial Idol stands in front of the screen, by the time the camera has zoomed in, it takes on the look of a stand-up piece.)


Radu Matei: Helloween Cup. The best of Syndicate Wrestling’s finest put through a meat grinder. It might not bring the holiday chill, but we’ll have the arena bleeding by the time the dust has cleared. Breaking our bodies down to put on a show worthy of our great fans. I for one respect the hell out of the men and women who are joining me in sacrificing our health to bring lustre to the Helloween Cup. I would like to show them that respect with a few words now,


Phantam Fairtex. A former Anzac Cup winner and multiple time tag champion, as half of the most celebrated teams in the history of SWAT. When it comes to singles runs, it is usually your brother that gets all the glory – but I know that you are every bit as dangerous as him. You tag to strengthen the division. You are a company man and a family man. The hard hitting skills of an assassin but grounded by strong personal morals. Of all this latest generation of Thai wrestlers that call SWAT home, I honestly believe you come the closest to Shootfighter’s ideals.


Tong Fairtex. In the past two years, few men have sent me to the hospital more often than Tong. The nature of his family ties mean that in the past year it has become Goth who always gets the nod to challenge for singles straps, but if you look at the tag accolades and think that Tong Fairtex isn’t a world title contender? You have already lost. I have taken a LOT of shots from most of the roster, and few hit harder than Tong. The only thing currently standing in his way is a loyalty to Goth; I commend that trait, even as I am frustrate by it.


Psychotic Goth. The 2017 SWAT Wrestler of the Year. A lot has happened in the last four years, but as you unseated our television champion, you showed the world why you were the FACE of SWAT’s Atlantic Coast region. Much of my reign saw you distracted by Timeless, and it is one of my great regrets you didn’t get a crack at me. We have existed in two separate bubbles over the last three years. This is our first opportunity to cross swords – and I look forwards to testing myself against you.


At this point, your team is a bit of an enigma. Minds changing at the drop of a hat, in fighting and offering skills to the highest bidder… there is concern that the Fairtex brothers could be persuaded to assist the KGB, regardless of Goth ultimatums.


Even if they aren’t a team of five, this version of the Bandits seem truly toxic.


Sainovic. Pesci. Lynn. Stefan. Paul. Armand von Kraus is just the latest in a long line of tiny dictators that have plagued SWAT. He has done a lot in a short amount of time to build himself up as the dragon on top of the mountain. Accomplishments pail in comparison to the hoard of treasure he boasts about. I admire your upward trajectory Armand, but the people you model yourself after have two things in common. They are all snakes. And I’ve cut the majority of their heads off. The only thing that has kept me from stomping you out was the optimistic view that a new generation would cut down the vermin. You were given a stay of execution, but here we are. Time to put up or shut up.


Eddie D. Another hot prospect that I have enjoyed watching grow. Everyone knows you did the heavy lifting in the Brothers In Anarchy. Out of Trent’s shadow, we all expect big things. It has been impressive to watch your star rise. Every choice you make shows that with your abilities, you can only fail UP. The decision to throw your lot in with the Bandits? I can only hope this is a temporary leave of your senses, because you have all the momentum in the world, and you just let some parasites talk you into walking face first into a brick wall. ...And this wall isn’t moving.


Frostbite. You seem to be sowing a narrative in which the only thing keeping you from being the world champion is management. You came at me. Damn near killed me. Doused me with liquid nitrogen. I only recently finished with the skin grafts to repair the damage. It was a painful contest, and the only one of my world title defences I don’t look at fondly. THIRD DEGREE BURNS OVER FORTY PERCENT OF MY BODY. It was management holding you back? No. I was just better. At the Anzac Cup, I got to drop you on your neck by way of payback. I was willing to let that be the final word on the matter. Here we are again. History repeating. Can I paralyze you this time? I’m not as strong as I used to be... but I’ll give it my best shot. So it’s nice that you’re trying to plant seeds of dissention between me and Paul, but when your best chance at victory is banking on how much we hate each other? You’re starting to sound desperate.


Linda. There is no one I would rather be tackling this obstacle with. Unfortunately, I am doing this to make El Combatiante the future of this company, and Soutter was part of a package deal. Like our 2019 Match of the Year, I will come fast and furious, showing you the same respect that you show me. If my team doesn’t win this contest, I hope that you do. Not so much your team, but you personally.


Industrial Woman. The person you modelled yourself after is a personal friend of mine. I have to hope you have licensed the gimmick through the proper channels. If it is an earnest tribute, I wish you the best of luck, and welcome you as a strong Amazon to join our division. If this is a cheap ripoff? I will void your factory warranty.


Keith Williams. An Ascension guest star. Welcome Keith. It is always a pleasure to have talent from our sister organization, the XHF. Tarrasque always leaves an impression during his appearances, and I have no doubt you will raise eyebrows as well. During my recent XHF Tag Team Annihilator victory, I was disappointed to find that the AWF were not amongst the teams the Purple Emperors imposed their will over. Based on the rankings, I have little doubt that we will be defending against the ReVenants in the near future, but I look forwards to our first meeting tonight.


You wish to test my endurance? You certainly test my patience.


As an ambassador of your brand, you have been found wanting. Come to us in friendship, be treated as the champion we know you to be. Attack our company? Pointless. SWAT and the AWF are immensely similar. Why the AWF even went so far as to copy our world champ drops the title to a lesser athlete after being bitten by a vampire. The only difference is, we beat the AWF to the punch by a year, and we weren’t stupid enough to let the Vampire win the strap.


Pissing contests seem pointless. Rather than create bad feeling, why not fin something that both SWAT and AWF fans can enjoy together?


Like me kicking your ass.


(Despite his tired eyes, Deathless can’t help but crack a smile.)


Radu Matei: My posturing and his personality aside, Williams joining us is a treat. I haven’t looked forwards to a SWAT challenge of this magnitude, since I ended Pesci’s career. The only people left to speak about are my partners.


Paul Soutter spent the last decade taking advantage and beating up his employees. Paul is a bully. You might say, but what about when the KGB turned on him? I would respond, is Mike Maddox still in a coma?


Lots of people get betrayed.


Lots of people get roughed up.


Me, that beating that Paul endured? I went through that EVERY WEEK for an entire YEAR at HIS request.


I was... I am a bad guy too. The fans like me now. Not because I take beatings. Not because I come back for them. It took me a long time to figure out why. The Beast of Dixie was embraced by the fans because of... WHY I took those beatings. That is the question that Soutter needs to figure out.


Its something he is currently clueless about.


There is still time for Paul to understand. He just needs to start thinking about the REAL question.


The fact that I would be willing to take an animal as vicious and cruel as Paul to the Helloween Cup... That SACRIFICE is all you need to know about how HIGHLY I think of El Combatiante.



(Long pause. The Sacrificial Idol nods to the camera. The interview is over. As an understanding about the hopes that the SWAT ACE has for the hot prospect come across, the camera fades to black.)

[frostbite]

Backstage.....

We see the backside of someone walking around the backstage area whoever this person happens to be we can tell that they are wearing black leather pants and matching boots. This person stops vey briefly as they unscrew the top of the cap of a bottle and take a few sips of water. They put the top back on, as they look into their left hand as we see another bottle of water that has not been drunk out of. As our cameras continue to zoom upward we see this person has short pink hair. This person continues to move throughout around the backstage area taking many twist and turns to see exactly where they are trying to go. As they continue to move right long, we see this person is approached by a young backstage hand who is wearing a SWAT tee shirt which I am sure you can pick up on their website or concession stands but nevertheless, this young freakle faced young man is wearing a black slacks and black and red shoes. He approaches this person. As our cameras swing around, we see the young man must be taken aback at this young lady who is wearing a KGB red and black tee shirt which shows off her pierced belly button and you can see the nose piercing as well.

Young man.. You must be new around here.

The young lady nods her head.

Young man.. Well I am Adam. What is your name?

Young lady.. Zoey, I am a friend of Frostbite. I went out and got us a couple of bottles of water.

Young man.. Ah, the two of you are dating then?

Zoey.. No, we have been friends for years. He is helping get into the business and simply helping get my life back together. I guess you could say it is like a big brother looking out for the little sister type of relationship.

Young man.. I understand. Well, if you have nothing to do after the show. You want to go out afterwards and have a few drinks.

Zoey pauses as she looks at the young man who appears to be hitting on her.

Zoey.. Nah, I think I will pass.

Zoey is about to walk away, but the young man grabs her right arm.

Young man.. Please just for a couple of drinks. I promise nothing will happen.

Zoey drops her head.

Zoey.. I have heard that one before. So let me ask you this.. Does that line actually work on anybody around here? Besides I am going to be honest the last man that said to me that he was going to do anything, well let's just say he is no longer around if you catch my drift.

Young man., What like kill him?

Zoey pulls the young boy close to her with an intense look in her green eyes.

Zoey.. You could say that. Besides, a couple of drinks which leads to me going back to your hotel room for a night of sex.

She looks him up and down.

Zoey.. Once again, nope I think I will pass. I know I could do so much better.

Zoey pulls her arm free, but the young man walk a right in front of her.

Young man.. You bitch. All of the woman around here think they are hot stuff, but I do not see anything from anybody around here.

Zoey.. You have a nerve calling somebody a bitch. You are a damn loser anybody can see that. Dis you not get enough attention fro your mom when you were a kid? And you are so desperate for a woman's love.

Young man.. You know nothing about me. Who in the hell do you think you are judging me. You must have had daddy issues?

Zoey.. I actually did and that is why I killed the son of bitch. Please get out of my way because I have some important business to take care of.

Young man.. Please, you do not scare me. I do not buy for one minute you killed your old man. You are simply pull of shit.

Zoey grabs the young man right arm as she jumps up and take a him down and pulls back on his arm, until she hears a pop in his arm. She let's go off the hold, as she jumps to her feet. She is standing over the young man as you can tell he is in pain.

Young man.. You crazy BITCH..... You broke my damn arm.

As he continues to scream that throughout the backstage area. She reaches down on the floor and picks up her two bottles of water. She stands right back over him.

Zoey.. You remind me so much of my worthless father.

She kicks him in his ribs, until a large arm reaches out and pulls her back, as our cameras zoom back we see that it is Bruno. Bruno pulls Zoey away from doing anymore harm, as the young man continues to scream in pain, he is quickly surrounded by other fellow backstage hands and a couple of medical staff. Bruno pushes Zoey away as she heads down another section of backstage area with Bruno right behind her. After several a few more feet, she turns to the left and opens the locker room door where we see Frostbite sitting on the green bench. Zoey tosses Frostbite the bottle of water as he catches it. He unscrew the cap off and takes a few sips. Bruno comes into the locker room as she shuts the door behind him.

Frostbite.. What is going on? I can see you are pissed off at something.

Zoey.. Some damn backstage hand try to hit on me.

Frostbite., I am going to guess Adam. The dumb ass hits on all the new female on the roster.

Zoey.. I was on my way back from getting our bottles of water, and he try to hit on me. I simply decline and they were some heated words a chance between us. And then he started to remind me of my date and how he treats woman.

Frostbite drops his head.

Frostbite.. What did you Do?

Zoey.. I use that move you taught me. The cross armbreaker, I pulled back until I heard a snap in his arm.

Frostbite shakes his head.

Frostbite.. Zoey you can not go around and breaking people arm because they mention or remind you of your dad. I am not saying Adam probably got what is coming to him, but you can not simply do that. It is a good thing I sent Bruno to find you because I hate to think what you might have done to the poor boy. You might be in jail, and you would never get out. Zoey, Bruno has better things to do than keep an eye on you. Bruno is conducted family business if you will. He does not have time to follow you around and see if you might end up be taking another bone in somebody body.

Bruno nods his head at Frostbite.

Frostbite.. Look, I took Bruno away from a man that was doing him around, and I am trying my best to help you turn your life around. I am surrounded myself with people that I know will have my best interest in mind. Trust me when this is all over with, both of you will be rewarded for your loyality that I promise.

He gets up as he walks over to Zoey as he places his arm around her waist.

Frostbite.. So please do not go crazy unless it is needed, trust me that will come a time.

Zoey.. I hear you.

Frostbite.. I am sure this is going to cost me money out of my pocket. I will have to pay Adam medical bills, rehab, and that assholes will want to sue me. Linda, I think can get you off the hook.

He take his arm from around her waist.

Frostbite.. Let me talk to Bruno for a few minutes. Go and get yourself ready for what awaits us.

She nods her head as she leaves the room with her bottle of water in her left hand. Bruno walks toward Frostbite.

Frostbite.. I know she does have her issues but that was were old man fault. But trust me, she will pay off for us in the long run.

Bruno shrugs his shoulders.

Frostbite., Bruno take a load off, my good man.

Bruno takes a sit on the bench as Frostbite leans up against a nearby locker room.

Frostbite.. You know big man, before I address even more about this big mstch that is coming up, I got to say something about Rayzor I believe you mention something about coming for the KGB gold. Sure you have come into this company and you have done quite well in a short period of time. All of a sudden you feel it is time to pick on the big dogs. Please be very careful what you wish for. If you need any help understanding what I am saying ask your partner about me. Sadler knows Frostbite is not a man that you want to play games with. Bruno and I know all about your partner. I am sure they is going to come and time and a place where we will fight and rest assure Armand and I will be ready but will You?

Ah, yes onto the cage.

Frostbite starts to laugh.

Frostbite.. I listen to what Radu had to say. He has never gotten over the fact that how is puts it. I burned over 40% off his body maybe more. I get that, you are pissed off about that. I have scars myself from being set on fire myself many years ago. But dude you need to let that go. But I will agree with you. Desperate people do desperate things. Which that simply means Radu is that they are quite dangerous. I am very dangerous. If I need to do it one more time to show the world that it is my time to be the World Champion that I will do so. Maybe if I kiss up to Soutter long time ago maybe, I could be the champion. Who knows Right? That seems to be a recurring theme suck the bosses dick and you are the champion around here or come from that hardkore world place that you can be the man. I will admit, Trent Jones might have broken that tradition, but I intend to right many wrongs tonight. I am going to get that winning pinfall and then move on to become the World Champion.

Frostbite walks over to Bruno.

Frostbite.. Everybody here lately has such a feel good story. Many of these old timers crawling out from under the rock and winning championship all because they happen to be good friends with Soutter. It is the truth, I am not telling nothing new to the world. But Bruno my good man. Let me throw something into the mix. I know the World seems to have forgotten about little old me. It was not long ago that I had a physical and my doctor gave me the green light, well some about. According to some x rays something did not look right to him. To this day he is still running test on what he feels that he might have seen. The doctor sets me down and he starting throwing the word cancer around. I am not going to lie to the world and say that is what I really have because test are still being down. But think about it.

He pauses..

Frostbite.. Cancer striken man could be World Champion. That would grab headlines. That would sound so much better instead of talking about these old timers getting that one more day in the sun, but I know how my luck has been these few years, something will go wrong and some other unworthy individual will steal my thunder. I am sure some will call me jealous or some might call me other names but I am stated simple facts. However Bruno tonight, I must go out to that ring and one more time and put my body on the line, to win a brutal match and get the chance to be call champion. I know some other names like Radu and people feel it is time for him to become a two time champion or maybe the young upstart like El Combatiente might be the flavor of the month or some other old timer
will try and win this.

He walks over to Bruno as he places his hands on his broad shoulders.

Frostbite.. Tonight, this night belongs to me and nobody else will steal my thunder. Think about it one just one final minute.

Cancer striken Frostbite wins World title...

Call that a Rocky moment. You does not want to see that? Only Soutter.

He laughs as he takes his hands off of Bruno as Zoey enters the locker room with blue color hair.

Frostbite., How many times can you change your hair color in one day?

Zoey.. Quite a bit.

Frostbite looks at Bruno and Zoey.

Frostbite.. Well we have some work to do.

The three head out of the locker room as the scene fades out.

[edwarddubin0604]

(Olympia has just left the management office and she is joined by Rage and Fury and Terminatrix where she is met by Glamourous Glenda.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Olympia you seemed down after you lost your championship to Blaze Freya."

Olympia: "I was but I'm going to hold my head up high because I wrestled hard to win the SAT Amazons Women's Championship and I wrestld equally hard in that loss."

Glamourous Glenda: "Yet you complained about her actions."

Olympia: "It was straightened out and I accept management's decision. I shall abide and respect their decision since I also respect all authority no matter the circumstances. That was always taught to me by my father Orion and will always be the my philosophy."

Glamourous Glenda: "So you aren't demanding another rematch."

Olympia: "No. However, you'll be seeing more of me in the near future."

Glamourous Glenda: "You're returning to SWAT."

Olympia: "I'm still J-ROK but I agreed to appear occasionally on SWAT shows. Which ones I'll appear on will b my choice and my choice alone.
Right now I have to catch my plane back to Japan since my fellow PURE stalemates are waiting and I'm going to be needed to assist them. You'll know when I shall be returning for this one night when it comes."

(Olympia leaves with Rage and Fury and Terminarix as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[SWAT Team]

[Rip it Up by 28 Days hits as we switch back to the ring, there is a couch and a coffee table and the set of Suites Suite is in the ring. Mad Dog Paul Soutter makes his way down to the ring, high fiving the fans, no selling social distancing.]

[On the SWAT tron we see doctored footage of Tom Cruise jumping up and down on the couch imposed in the ring. Then more doctored footage showing Rick James/ Dave Shappelle on his back stamping his feet on the couch. FUCK_ YO_ COUCH. Now a shot of Heidi giving Suit a lap dance on the couch on the SWAT tron.]

Soutter : WELCOME TO SUITS SUITE!!!

As you all heard earlier with Webber, my guest for tonight on the Suite is Radu Matei! So, let’s not mess around, let’s get straight to it, Deathless! COME_ON_DOWN!!!

[Yeah Yeah Yeahs' ZERO hits and Radu heads down to the ring, Soutter offering him a place on the couch.]

Soutter : (going into Biff from back to the future mode) Well well well, looky what we have here. The Beast of Dixie! And The Big Bad Bustling Bandit! Together in the same ring and not to beat the snot out of each other.

Radu : What can I say, Soutter. We go back a LONG way. Can we wipe out years of bad blood in one night? No. You’ve done things that frankly, I can’t forgive. The KGB beat you badly one night? They beat me badly for two years – with you at their helm. So while I appreciate your save at the last Battleground, that’s one for six hundred. Like you, I believe that El Combatiante is the future of SWAT, and to ensure that future, I would even team up with the likes of you. The two of us in the ring together on the same side? Either Turner ran his mouth off until we were in a rebuilding period again, or hell must have frozen over. But I’m pleased we got this opportunity to address some of our past, thanks for having me on your show, Soutter.

Soutter : Last year, we took it to the limit in the final of the Helloween Cup. You got the W that night, that has eaten at me for the past 365 days. But the times, they be a changing. Who would have thought we would be where we are right now back then? Not me that’s for sure.

Radu : It was a great match – an easy match of the year contender, Soutter. You damn near killed me, but at the end of the day, that victory meant freeing the federation of your business partner, Pesci. That was too damned important.

Soutter : Yeah, I remember, Joe ran his mouth a bit too much, so I left him to his fate, and it came back to bite me in the ass. Our Helloween Final last year was a familiar tale, all too familiar. Radu gets beaten to oblivion, Radu endures his wrecked tortured body and Radu prevails. Hooray Radu. Congrats on winning them XHF tag titles by the way. I gotta say though, your tag team partner …. (Soutter shakes his head in disappointment/disgust)

Radu : Yes Soutter. I did win the XHF Tag Team championships. Over the last month, I have represented the SWAT brand teaming with my friend, Anthony Caffrey of FIRESIDE, in a series of gruelling death matches through the XHF Tag Team Annihilator, to take on the best and brightest from J-ROK, NPW, and the MCCW. I hope I did SWAT proud. We were even able to defeat the great Mistress – something your former protégé Timeless looked like a joke for even attempting. Not only were we able to WIN the Annihilator, but we went on to capture the gold at END of DAYS. I really appreciate you complimenting this achievement, bringing SWAT its third XHF championship meant a lot to me – but I would rather focus on the Helloween Cup tonight. The stakes are high, the talent fierce, and the contraption that management has created? The CUP will be as EPIC as it is brutal.

Soutter : Great Mistress? My protégé a joke? YOUR FRIEND! Hey, you can tag and be with whoever you like, but man o man, it makes one think.

Radu : Yes, that I am VERY particular about the company that I keep. Which is why making an exception for someone who has constantly hurt and betrayed me over the years - TAGGING with YOU tonight, this isn’t easy for me. And this stiff competition! ARMAND VON KRAUSS. EDDIE D. FROSTBITE. Why this new KGB is twice as deadly as it EVER WAS under you. PSYCHOTIC GOTH. TONG FAIRTEX. PHANTAM FAIRTEX. What kind of odds are we going up against? LUCKY LINDA – a woman who could EASILY make any man tap out. KEITH WILLIAMS isn’t just any AWF paragon of sleaze, he’s a damned champion! When Linda brings in a hired gun, she doesn’t mess around. And I don’t know a thing about the Industrial Woman – but if she’s anything like Balan, this is going to be one HELL of a fight! I tell you Soutter, HALF of SWAT is going to be in that HELLOWEEN CUP match tonight. So we should probably focus on OUR federation, or our bloody past... instead of you bitching about the one man I can GUARENTEE isn’t in the match.

Soutter : See, here is the issue. You are the Sacrificial Idol. We were led to believe the Sacrifices were for SWAT. Then, this jerk off goes around our locker room trying to sign our talent to his campfire shit fed, and I get it, everyone recruits, but there are ways to do so, and to bad mouth existing feds to its members, that’s not what the network is about.

Radu : Soutter, I came out here in good faith, hoping to talk to you about the future of SWAT. That future is El Combatiante. If instead you’ve just decided to go on a rant about a friend of mine, someone who isn’t involved in our product, which will never get paid off in any way, like the last twelve guys you decided to have vendettas with, you might want to take it up with a therapist. That’s not me. Do you really not see this cycle? So either we can talk about our match tonight, or you brought me out here under false pretences. To which I would say, STOP WASTING MY FUCKING TIME. SO... what is it going to be?

Soutter : A therapist!? Check it! I don’t need a pay off! My pay off is getting this off my chest! Yeah. I am a crazy man. My stupid brain is upset that a piece of shit like your friend want’s to ‘Todd Gordon’ our fed. The fed you ‘Sacrifice’ for, and who cares hey, you can win a tag belt with him, so them sacrifices???? What were they really for? Wow, I must be ‘out of my mind and in need of therapy’.

But you know … it’s no big deal, it hasn’t phased us one bit, we have actually gotten stronger, but, it does smell.

Radu : Fuck off, Paul.

[Radu drops the microphone and leaves the ring. This does not stop Soutter from continuing to cut his promo, as Radu exits up the aisle wanting nothing to do with this segment.]

Soutter : What’s wrong? Where are you going? Everyone can have an opinion but me? Here is the thing about stink, (Suit yells at Radu as he keeps walking) … it attaches itself to those around it, the Stench of Caffrey. If that guy were to show his face in SWAT with your tag belts, I would spit in his stinking face, so would half the guys in the back, but …. Our Sacrificial Idol, not so much.

I get it, it’s not the Sacrifice for SWAT. It’s the Sacrifice for Radu. It’s all good, you like SWAT, you love SWAT, but, you love the W and the limelight that little bit more. So, if it comes to make a stand on a rat like him and tell him to take his tag team and stick it up his screen shotting ass, or get a tag belt …. Well ……

[Radu has gone thru the curtain, not looking back]

No, it’s fine man. As long as Radu gets the W, right? And why that is a good thing, is because Radu is on my team tonight, so, looks like I’ll get the W too. Yah me!

Some things mean more to some than others. Some like that W, some need that W. Me, I don’t need it. I have lost to half the fed. It doesn’t hurt me one bit. I have had ‘vendetta’s’ with the slime of this world and stood my ground many times before, I have two rules. Be nice to people and DON’T TAKE SHIT! I look in the mirror and I know who I am and what I stand for. Caffrey, he looks in the mirror and he smashes it then tells himself he is some whack Emperor, then changes that, and changes it again, because he is a person who doesn’t even know who he is! … what a piece of work. What do you see Radu when you look in the mirror?

(Snarls at the empty gorilla position) To me it’s all or nothing. I am comfortable in that. I have the respect of the one’s who count. When legends want to retire, and they can go out anyway they want, they choose me to be the one to do it. That is respect. Legends like Kilroy Evans! Robert Hunglestein the 3rd! Dan Stein! Turkeys who want to peacock in chat locker rooms who think in bringing others down it elevates them, I couldn’t give two shits what they think, they’re the ones who half the time don’t even turn up. Right here is where you get yourself over … in the ring.

[Radu has long since disappeared.]

Jeremy Tucker: He has gone! Left the Suite! How are these two ever going to put aside their differences and get on the same page?

Andrew Fulton: They look ready to kill each other!

[Kyle]

In one of the hallways of the Rockett Arena, Keith Williams has found a black permanent marker and decided to leave his mark, literally. There's more than a few mentions of The ReVenants and Keith's sleazy superiority, however, he has started a collage of sorts made of hearts that surround a single word. Radu.

Keith Williams: "Radu, Radu, Radu. All of you could learn a lot from the Sacrificial Idol. He's done nothing but flatter me with such kind words. Radu Matei recognizes talent because he is an exceptionally talented man. A selfless man unconcerned about the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship. Everyone talks of his mythical endurance, but what of his patience? Radu puts up with the most intolerable people in XHF, including his tag-team partner, and you'll never hear a complaint out of the guy. If he ever dies, Radu will become the first saint of wrestling."

Adding his best stick figure version of Radu, KW puts the finishing touch on it, a halo overtop his head.

Keith Williams: "This is a monumental moment in XHF that more people should be talking about! The first time meeting of The ReVenants and The Purple Emperors. We were both robbed of a beautiful tag-team encounter. That's why I'm so giddy to have another chance to brutalize you, Radu. Kick my ass, huh? I personally invite you to, Deathless. Bash my face, make me bleed, wash the bad taste of SWAT out of my mouth. Make me believe there's more like you! Prove me wrong about this oasis being a mirage. There's only one guarantee about the Helloween Cup, it won't end until buckets of blood are spilled."

The Paragon of Sleaze adds the letters ELC to the wall, a question mark tacked on at the end.

Keith Williams: "El Combatiente? What makes him so special, Radu? You claim he's the future, but I'm not convinced. Paul doesn't appear to be either. What happens when all of this energy you've put into your masked friend doesn't pan out? Everyone loves an underdog story until reality butts in and that happy ending you expect doesn't happen. It makes me so jealous and angry when you praise other people, Radu. Why do you have to make me like this? Am I not enough for you?"

Drawing a stick figure version of himself, Williams adds emphasis to the unhappy facial expression including dark, furrowed brows and squiggles radiating off of him to show anger.

Keith Williams: "Maybe you'd love me more if I lost weight and put on a mask. That's your thing, isn't it? All you've done in the long run is put a target on ELC's back. One way or another, I'll cause you pain. Whether it be inflicted on you or on your friend. Will you be able to handle seeing me rake ELC's face against the cage like a cheese grater, Deathless? When you're satisfied, tell me when and I'll stop shredding."

Written off to the side, Keith writes KGB and Eddie D with a question mark.

Keith Williams: "Current reigning and defending SWAT Renegade Champion... Eddie D. You're massive and you're impressive, those two things are undeniable. Excuse me for saying so, but... Trent Jones clearly never understood or truly appreciated you. Any claims made that he was the better of the two of you are categorically false. You're still here, he isn't. And what I fear, Eddie, is that you're going down a similar path again. Putting your trust in a group that is notorious for turning on each other. The KGB aren't friends. But you know who are? The ReVenants."

A line forms created by the marker Keith holds that connects Eddie's name to The ReVenants.

Keith Williams: "The KGB aren't the only group in XHF, buddy. No one would fault you for correcting your decision and choosing a more supportive stable. Trust me, it's not too late, Ed. I can't think of a better fit for the muscle of The ReVenants. Wouldn't you prefer having brothers that watch your back rather than having to watch your back around a bunch of cutthroats? The ReVenants would NEVER EVER turn on their own. Especially a future X*Crown Champion!"

Lucky Linda La Fey is drawn next to stick figure Keith, the artist adding obscenely large breasts and heart eyes to the depiction of the female wrestler. The eyes point in the direction of stick Keith's crotch.

Keith Williams: "Linda knew what she was doing when she requested my help. Instead of questioning my loyalty, ask yourselves... Can you trust your own teammates? My AWF involvement suggests to some I'll resort to betrayal and that hurts, it really does. I come here as an act of generosity from Ascension Wrestling Federation to boost the ratings and this is what I get. It's always easiest to blame a serpent you perceive as the enemy. When inside your own heads you're already thinking up ways to come out of the match with the title shot."

The piece complete, Williams caps the marker and drops it on the ground. The Paragon of Sleaze faces the camera, his hands slightly dark and smudged from the doodling.

Keith Williams: "2 Girls 1 Keith are ready, willing, and able to do what it takes to win. We've oiled up every nook and cranny we could find on the team. Impervious to rust or friction, we have the advantage going into this. If not us, who? If not now, when? The time is right and I'll squeeze out every ounce of sleaze I have to get us to the finish line. In Zoran's name, we shall make SWAT great again."

Putting his hand over his heart in remembrance, The Sleazy One walks off as the camera focuses on the graffiti someone will have to clean off.

[thecomedian]

<Fade in to "The Golden God" Rally Jackson in his backstage dressing room with an icepack over his face....>

Bouncer:  Excuse me sir?

<It was the bouncer that knocked Rally unconscious outside of the arena.  He is immediately swarmed by SWAT security.  Rally holds his arm up and shoos away the security guard.>

SWAT Security:  Are you sure?  This man is dangerous.  He assaulted you earlier tonight.  We have been hired to protect the champion from anything like that happening again.

Rally Jackson:  It's fine.

SWAT Security:  Are you sure?  I mean he really beat you up.

Rally Jackson:  Really, it's okay.

SWAT Security:  We had to have a search party collect your teeth off the ground.  I'm not sure I am okay with leaving you alone with your abuser...

Rally Jackson:  Know what?  You're fired.

SWAT Security:  You can't fire me, I am employed by SWAT.

Rally Jackson:  It's pro wrestling jerkoff.  We're allowed to make up the rules as we go along and my ruling is.... you're fired.

SWAT Security:  ::throws down his badge dramatically like Emilio Estevez in Young Guns when he didn't want to be deputized anymore::  You know what?  Fuck you, I quit!  Go get your ass kicked by this guy again.

<SWAT Security leaves and slams the door behind him.>

Bouncer:  S-sir?  I just wanted to come and apologize, I had no idea who you were.  Hand to God, if I had known....

Rally Jackson:  Save your pity, it was a good punch kid.  Got a name, kid?

Bouncer:  Bryan Gordon, hey why are you talking like a grizzled old veteran all of a sudden?

Rally Jackson:  ::spits out his chewing tobacco::

Bryan Gordon:  Anyway, I just came to offer my apology, that is all.

Rally Jackson:  Was a good punch, but a lucky punch.  Plus I had a full erection.  My chin is always softer when I am fully erect.

Bryan Gordon:  I'm no scientist, but....

Rally Jackson:  My vision was also blocked by Jonnie Valentine's giant ego.

Bryan Gordon:  Of course, I noticed his ego block your line of sight too.

Rally Jackson:  Well Bryan, I just fired my security so....

Bryan Gordon:  I'm pretty sure that guy was just the janitor.

Rally Jackson:  Oh.... right.... the prostitutes did make quite a mess.  Missed my forehead completely.

Bryan Gordon:  ::feeling awkward::  So I'm just going to go...

Rally Jackson:  I'm trying to ask you to be my personal security guard.

Bryan Gordon:  Oh sir, I wasn't looking for that.  I really just wanted to say I was sorry.

Rally Jackson:  I know what you came to do, but I need protection.  Ever since that episode of Dark Side of the Ring came out....

Bryan Gordon:  That's where I know you from!  You're the guy that stabbed that fat teenager that pretended to be a wrestler.

Rally Jackson:  Will you just let me finish????  Ever since that episode came out, I've been exposed as the guy that is hazing all the wrestlers.  They all know I'm the one that fucked with everyone's stuff.  So now.... now I need someone to watch my back.

Bryan Gordon:  Once when I was in college, I tied this freshman's balls to a....

Rally Jackson:  ::cuts him off::  Don't make this about you.  The point is, Jonnie wants a piece of me, Syberus isn't happy about his leg, Tux just found out I tried to sell him to human traffickers.  I'm a marked man.  Will you watch my back?

Bryan Gordon:  Sure, I've got your back.

Rally Jackson:  Good, your first job is to go to skip the games dot com and find escorts that offer "water sports: giving."

Bryan Gordon:  A swimmer I see!

Rally Jackson:  We'll call it that.  ::he says this pervertedly::

Bryan Gordon:  On it sir!  Anything else?

Rally Jackson:  Yea, I need you to find a women's wrestler that I can "turkey slap."  It's a favor for a friend.  ::he says this so pervertedly you would think he had to register on a database::

<The janitor returns.>

Janitor:  ::picking up his badge::  Halloween costume is less effective without this.

<Fade.>

[SWAT Team]

[We return to ringside, there is a huge steel cage cell surrounding the ring and ringside area. Weapons of all kind are strewn over the structure, and all 4 teams are at ringside, one on each side of the cell, screw 12 separate introductions, we want the_action]

Frank Salazar The following contest is a HELLOWEEN IN THE CELL MATCH!! And is for the HELLOWEEN CUP!!! It is scheduled for one fall, with the individual scoring the win also earning a WORLD TITLE SHOT on our upcoming Battleground!

Jeremy Tucker : Here we go folks, four teams. The KGB made up of Armand von Krauss. Frostbite and Eddie D! Team Goth consisting of Psychotic Goth and Team Fairtex! Then we have teaming, Lucky Linda La Fey, The Industrial Woman and the Paragon of Sleaze, Keith Williams.

Andrew Fulton : That’s ‘Team 2 Girls 1 Keith’ Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Why she would ever go to a sleaze bag like him for a partner blows me away.

Andrew Fulton : She told us clearly, she wants the sleaze.

Jeremy Tucker : She said no such thing. Rounding out the teams is Team SWAT I guess we can call them, The Founder Paul Soutter, Deathless Radu Matie and El Combatiente.

Andrew Fulton : After what we just witnessed on the Suite, they may as well do what Radu did then and head back to the back right now.

Jeremy Tucker : Referee Vick Mackey heads into the cell and tells them each team will send in one member, then after 5 minutes, a 2nd from each team will enter, and then 5 minutes later again, the 3rd members of each team enters.

Andrew Fulton : Linda heads in for her team, and Phantam follows.

Jeremy Tucker : Phantam has been becoming quite the hot head of late, and he made sure to let his team know he was starting this one. Eddie gets in there for the Bandits, and then, Soutter and Radu both go to enter at the same time. The pair of them stare off and then again both go to enter.

Andrew Fulton : They are off to a GREAT start is Team SWAT! Javier in there between them telling them it doesn’t matter who starts, and as he is talking to them El Combatiente shrugs, and slides past them and into the cell and the door is closed and we are under way!

Jeremy Tucker : Radu walks off from Soutter and cheers on EC, he has made it known he is endorsing him here in SWAT.

Andrew Fulton : Yeah, I have seen, like a Hogan move that he is trying to latch onto EC’s limelight and take it for his own.

Jeremy Tucker : What a crock. Radu has more limelight of his own accord than any one man can handle. Eddie stands in the ring ready to fight, and Linda, Phantam AND El Combatiente move across from him side by side! Looks like what they discussed is going to happen and its everyone against the KGB!

Andrew Fulton : This isn’t fair! Come on Mackey! Do something.

Jeremy Tucker : Eddie grins at the prospect and BANG! He charges at all three, running thru them like a Juggernaut! Linda gets to her feet and Eddie nails a gutbuster. Phantam runs at Eddie and Eddie back body drops him over the top rope to the outside. Eddie is on FIRE!

Andrew Fulton : El Combatiente goes for a Rana …. But Eddie just catches him up in the air, and POWERBOMBS him hard to the mat! Eddie is a BEAST!

Jeremy Tucker : Linda slaps Eddie hard across the face, and he no sells it and grins at her, then Phantam comes back into the ring with a springboard flying shoulder tackle, and Eddie drops to a knee.

Andrew Fulton : Jumping Enziguri buy Linda and Eddie wobbles … he still wont go down the big red wood.

Jeremy Tucker : DDT! El Combatiente nails Eddie with a DDT!

Andrew Fulton : Eddie down now, but tries to get back to his feet, the three others all slamming him with hard forearms, and then EDDIE jumps all three off, and they all fly backwards, this man is UNSTOPABLE!

Jeremy Tucker : Linda, Phantam and EC get back to their feet and regroup and all pounce on Eddie and weight of numbers brings him down to the mat, the three of them then stomping away. Armand and Frostbite on the outside are going mental, as are Fierce Bruno and Joanne Canelli who are all out here with them! What are they doing out here if they aren’t in the match? Canelli was fired by Sainovich months ago!

Andrew Fulton : It’s the whole fed against them, the more numbers with them the better!

Jeremy Tucker : A lot of good they are going to do the Bandits from outside the Cell!

Andrew Fulton : Linda grabs a Kendo stick from the side of the Cell and throws it into the ring and Phantam catches it and cracks it over Eddie’s head.

[The buzzer goes off and the first five minutes have expired, the 2nd official on the outside instructs each team they can send in one more member.]

Jeremy Tucker : Keith Williams runs in there and grabs a trash can on his entry. Tong jumps in with his brother and Armand tells Frostbite to wait till last, he is going in.

Andrew Fulton : Armand said he wanted Frosty to win this, and he has just put his money where his mouth is, jumping in knowing its six on two!

Jeremy Tucker : Soutter an Radu both stare at each other, and Radu motions for Soutter to go for it, being the bigger man.

Andrew Fulton : I wish they would both beat the shit out of each other already, win win who ever cops it!

Jeremy Tucker : Williams with the trash can smashes it over Eddies head. Armand though unleashes a fireball in the direction of the Fairtex boys and it explodes in their faces, and LINDA’s!

Andrew Fulton : Go Armand! Armand now superkicks the trash can into the face of Keith Williams. Turns around and is face to face with Soutter.

Jeremy Tucker : No love lost with these two. They start duking it out, and Soutter is getting the better of the exchange, and Eddie D rushes him from the side with a HUGE SPEAR!

Andrew Fulton : The KGB are outnumbered but they are in control! Never doubt the Bandits Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : Fierce tosses a bike chain thru the cage to Armand, and he starts choking Soutter with it.

Andrew Fulton : Bruno throws a long steel link chain to Eddie, and he starts choking Keith Williams with it.

Jeremy Tucker : This is incredible! El Combatiente comes into the ring and he is wielding a steel chair. He measures Eddie and WHAM! He cracks him right across the head! Armand turns his attention towards EC and he eats a steel chair shot also!

Andrew Fulton : The Bandits are screaming on the outside that this is a farce! Radu tells them to shut up and Frostbite asks him if ‘he wants go, then lets go’, and Frostbite starts climbing the cell.

Jeremy Tucker : Oh Boy! Radu on the other side of the cell starts climbing also, these two have some bad history going way back, and now another chapter is about to unfold before our eyes.

Andrew Fulton : In the ring Soutter has taken the bike chain from Armand and he is now whipping him with it, Linda and Team Fairtex are coming back to their senses after that terrible fireball, and EC is climbing the top turnbuckle as Keith Williams nails Eddie with a jumping piledriver!

Jeremy Tucker : Soutter still whipping away on Armand’s back and he is drawing blood! Huge welts appearing, and El Combatiente launches from the top rope and nails Eddie with a 630 splash!

Andrew Fulton : Frostbite and Radu get to the top of the Cell, and they slowly approach each other. Big right hand punch from Frostbite to Radu. Radu answers with a big right of his own, the mesh under foot is sinking and they are unsteady. They exchange a few more big lefts and rights and Radu grabs Frostbite in a side headlock and tries to power him toward the edge. They teeter and Frostbite forces them back towards the center of the structure.

Jeremy Tucker : Someone is taking a big bump there! Gut wrench suplex from Armand to Soutter. Another buzzer goes off, and now all the remaining members can enter the match. Industrial Woman does so and she goes straight to Linda and extends her arm and some water comes out in a fountain for Linda to clean her face with after the fireball.

Andrew Fulton : Goth comes in and he has a wet towel that Vampira had handed to him which he gives to Tong and Phantam and they wash off their eyes also.

Jeremy Tucker : On the top of the Cell, Frostbite offers Radu a test of strength holding his arms in the air.

Andrew Fulton : They are going for it, jostling, Frosty is getting the better of it and backing Radu up towards the edge of the cell roof, Radu is on one foot, he forces forward, his will alone forcing Frostbite back to centre of the roof. Joanne grabs the edge of the cage in a rage, and the next instant, in the blink of an eye, she is on the roof with them.

Jeremy Tucker : Them vamp powers! Joanne grabs Radu by the throat while his hands are still locked in the test of strength with Frosty, and she stares into his eyes! The air between them goes all blurry, fuzzy, what is going on?

Andrew Fulton : Everything I see is fuzzy like that Jerry, 30 years of excess they tell me. Remember though he has her blood in him! She is hypnotising him or something.

Jeremy Tucker : I believe you are right. Bruno and James Fierce bum rush into the cage and run at Goth, they take him down but Tong and Phantam come to his aid and double clothesline the pair of them. Goth looks under the ring and he comes up with a Scythe of some sort. That is one BIG Blade! Lung blower from Armand to Industrial Woman.

Andrew Fulton : Joanne Boots at a corner of the mesh cage and a section opens up, she swoops down from the top into the cage lunging onto both Fairtex brothers.

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite then follows suit, leaving Radu to his trance, and he jumps thru the roof hole grabbing the bar on the way down and missile dropkicking El Combatiente in the ring.

Andrew Fulton : Soutter mounting Armand and wrapping that bike chain around his throat, and Radu Omukade Presses him! From the top of the cell! Jumping double stomp to the back of Soutters head! I knew he would see the light and give it to him!

Jeremy Tucker : He is under a trance Fulton!

Andrew Fulton : Radu picks up Soutter and running throws him over the top rope and all the way across to the cell! I love it!

Jeremy Tucker : Keith Williams grabs a prone Armand and delivers a tiger suplex, then drops for the cover and a two count, Eddie D breaking the count.

Andrew Fulton : Eddie grabs Keith and drills him with a big full nelson bomb.

Jeremy Tucker : Goth has his scythe and he is swinging that big blade like a mad man, and it slashes Fierce down the front pectoral area, and blood starts spurting out of James’ chest.

Andrew Fulton : He is trying to cut his heart out Jerry! Literally!

Jeremy Tucker : Goth bellows in an ancient dialect, and then swings again the scythe at James, this time at his neck, but Linda charges him and runs him into the cage! She just saved Fierce, I don’t know why she saved him but Goth was going to take his head off!

Andrew Fulton : Goth turns to Linda and rages, and grabs her around the throat with both hands and lifts her up back first against the cage and rams the back of her head into the cell, then the Industrial Woman grabs Goth and plants him with a Bleuler Overdrive - Slow Tornado SNAP DDT

Jeremy Tucker : I-Woman there for Linda! Frostbite delivers a cutter to El Combatiente and then a springboard codebreaker, he goes for a cover and EC kicks out at two!

Andrew Fulton : Radu heads out of the ring towards Suit, and he is stalking his prey, he brushes past Linda, oblivious to her and she looks at him and see’s he is not himself. He goes to grab Soutter and Linda spins Radu around, and WHAM! Slaps him hard across the face!

Jeremy Tucker : Radu’s eyes blink from the slap, and he seems to snap out of his trance, he remembers still what he did, but Soutter didn’t see this, and he grabs Radu from behind and delivers a wheel barrow slam face first into the ring steps. This is madness!

Andrew Fulton : Linda is yelling at Paul what happened, he stares down at Radu, and then glares up at Joanne. She gives him a devilish smirk, then moves away, grabbing Fierce and dragging him out of the ring.

Jeremy Tucker : I-W lifts Phantam up in a gorilla press, only to have Armand irish whip Linda into I-W's back. Phantam lands on his feet. I-W turns to see who assaulted her, spotting Linda right before Armand dropkicks the former Amazon champion face first into the female robot. Before I-W can confront what looks like a sneak attack, Phantam takes her down with a spinning heel kick to the skull.

Andrew Fulton : Armand and Frostbite stalk Soutter and both of them double team him and battering ram him into a fallen Radu and send both Soutter and Radu into them ring steps.

Jeremy Tucker : Keith Williams with a rotating spinebuster on EL Combatiente.

Andrew Fulton : Eddie D with a brain buster on Keith. Armand with a Heart Punch on Goth.

Jeremy Tucker : Industrial Woman takes a running palm strike from Tong Fairtex. One of the strongest workers in SWAT, the sound of Tong's palm slapping woman is loud enough to make audience members wince. I-W staggers back a few steps, then fires off a palm strike of her own! Tong takes a step back too - shocked at the strength. It's ON! Tong fires off another palm, I-W responds, the two trading shot after shot, each one stiffer than the last.

Andrew Fulton : Frostbite is digging down under the ring, and he comes out with a bucket, it’s the liquid nitrogen from Mass Effect! The same liquid nitrogen that burnt 40% of Radu’s body. And he is going to finish the job right now!

Jeremy Tucker : This is getting WAY out of hand. Radu is slowly getting to his feet and see’s Frostbite approaching and Frostbite goes to empty the bucket on him but Soutter is up and he spears Frostbite, the bucket flying and spraying over the cell, the cell sizzles and disintegrates! Frostbite is a mad man! And check THAT! Soutter just SAVED Radu!

Andrew Fulton : Frostbite can’t believe it, and Radu rages and grabs him and starts trying to rub his face in the sizzling mesh!

Jeremy Tucker : Armand handcuffs I-W to the cell. He turns away with a smile. There is one less person to have Linda's back! Massive pop! Confused by this, Armand turns back to discover that I-W has snapped the handcuffs with a flick of the wrist. What is this woman made out of? As the insanely strong machine goes on the attack, Armand puts a few bodies between himself and her.

Andrew Fulton : Maybe some of the nitrogen got on her bit of the cage?

Jeremy Tucker : It was the opposite side of the Cell Fulton! She poses unhuman strength!

Andrew Fulton : Armand is happy with his escape and turns around and walks right into an El Combatiente Sliced Bread!.

Jeremy Tucker : Cover by EC, two count and Eddie breaks the count.

Andrew Fulton : Eddie with the HEAD ACHE FROM HELL to EC! (Stunner) That’s IT! Cover by Eddie and gets a two count and then Linda breaks the count.

Jeremy Tucker : Linda with the Lucky Dip to Eddie! (450 splash_ She now covers him … Its going to be over!

One ……………..

Two ……………….

THRE …. NO! Keith Williams breaks the count. That no good sleazy bastard!

Andrew Fulton : He had too, she was going to win the match!

Jeremy Tucker : He is on HER TEAM!

Andrew Fulton : Keith looks down at Linda, the sleaziest grin on his face you could ever imagine. I like this guy, did you see his paintings earlier, what an artist!

Jeremy Tucker : Oh Oh! Forget his paintings, look at this! Industrial Woman is stalking him, she saw him ruin their win and she grabs him and starts beating the absolute tar out of him!

Andrew Fulton : Keith is trying to flee in a panic, and Team Fairtex take another run at Industrial Woman and double roaring forarms to her. Tong covers and gets a two count as Armand breaks the count in desperation.

Jeremy Tucker : Radu and Frostbite fight out of the broken cell and Bruno follows them out and grabs Radu and the big Compton Colossal wraps Radu up in a full nelson holding him for Frosty. Soutter comes out of the cell to join them and he grabs Bruno and rips him away from Radu and the two former best friends, Soutter and Bruno have a stare down.

Andrew Fulton : Goth grabs Keith Williams and they start battling it out.

Jeremy Tucker : Eddie D grabs Linda and is about to crush her and again I-Woman comes to her aid! What a partner she has turned out to be! Eddie and I Woman face off, the two strongest members of SWAT about to explode here ….

Andrew Fulton : Suit and Bruno still staring down and Frostbite lunges at Suit and clobbers him, and then Radu drills big Bruno with a series of strikes - round houses, bolo punches, jabs, knife edge chops, forearm shots, bionic elbows, all done with such speed that you'd think he had a hundred arms

Jeremy Tucker : Tong and Phantam pair up on Eddie and they whip him to the ropes, double hip toss him over the tope rope and then double senton over the top rope ontop of the BIG Deal. Keith Williams chop blocks I-Woman … and then Goth lunges at Keith but Keith gets out of the way and Goth takes out I-Woman.

Andrew Fulton : Armand grabs Linda and delivers a DRILLTIP!!!! Power bomb position into a freefalling piledriverish.

Jeremy Tucker : He got it! Armand covers Linda …..

One ……………..

Two ……………….

THre ….

EC breaks the count, he hoists Armand up and STRREET JUSTICE!!!! (Vertibreaker)

Andrew Fulton : El Combatiente now with the cover …………

Jeremy Tucker : One ……………..

Two ……………………..

THREE!!!!!

He did it! EL COMBATIENTE WINS!!! And against Armand! Justice indeed!

Andrew Fulton : After all Armand has put EC thru, and he manages to once again one up him and the KGB! This whole match has been a joke! NINE on THREE!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Cry me a river!

Frank Salazar WINNER OF THE HELLOWEEN CUP!!! TEAM SWAT!!! EL COMBATIENTE!!!! PAUL SOUTTER AND RADU MATEI!!!!

[Tupac - To Live and Die in LA blares thru the arena and El Combatiente mounts the turnbuckle posing as the cell raises up from the ringside area.]

[vastrix]

Armand von Krauss is walking through the backstage area, on his way to his office. Gabriel Tuck meets him with his golden box of cigarettes and lighter.

Von Krauss: Vielen Dank.

Armand lights up an Egyptian cigarette, blowing smoke at a passing road agent who has a look of disgust.

Tuck: I'm sorry that you lost. You were so close to winning!

Armand just shrugs, taking another drag from his cigarette.

Von Krauss: It was bound to happen. We were outnumbered from the very beginning. I am glad that El Combatiente won though.

Gabriel frowns.

Tuck: Why would you be happy at losing to a man that has defied you time and time again?

Armand grins viciously, flicking ashes onto the floor.

Von Krauss: Because I think in a bigger picture than just leader of the KGB. I think in ownership terms. El Combatiente will be taking on probably Jonnie Valentine at the next show. The Society are enemies of the KGB. Thus El Combatiente will be doing my work in taking down the Society from the top of the mountain.

Tuck: Yeah? And then he'll be on top of the mountain?

Von Krauss: Just until I can arrange either Eddie D or Frostbite a title shot. They will bring El Combatiente down in one on one combat. It's a simple plan, really.

Tuck: Sounds convoluted to me, but you are the boss.

Von Krauss: I think it's time that I send you and the clowns out to find other shareholders. The stock held by the Fairtexes will be nice when we acquire it, but there are other shareholders to grind down. I need to complete my ownership of the company to be in full control.

Tuck: We have the list, boss. We'll get right on it.

Gabriel Tuck leaves as Armand von Krauss gets to his office. He flicks his cigarette butt down the hallway and enters.

There is planning to do.

[Deleted]

Jeremy Tucker : What an amazing night here at Halloween in the Cell!



Andrew Fulton : Absolutely, a night of twists, turns and surprises…and we have one more. Cut to the video…



The loud shriek of a pterodactyl snatches the audience’s attention as it glides majestically over a prehistoric volcano…



BOOM BOOM ACKA-LACKA LACKA BOOM!

BOOM BOOM ACKA-LACKA LACKA BOOM BOOM!!



On the final boom, lava and ash erupt from the volcano causing the winged hunter to divert course toward the camera. The horns and infectious beat of “Walk the Dinosaur” by Was(Not was) begins playing as the pterodactyl swoops over a large valley sending the scene to black.



Cutting to a 60’s spy movie style club; the place is packed, cigarette smoke hangs heavy, scantily clad servers rush trays of drinks through the club, a big band is playing the song, a masked man in green sits surrounded by hangers on and beautiful women.



Light dances off the reflective green suit as the masked man scans the room, walking across the room, he grabs a glass of champagne as he passes a waitress.



Panning out once again, green felt lines the tables, this is obviously some sort of shady casino. The dealer sends the cards to the players. The game, blackjack.



Not bothering to sit, the masked man reaches into his jacket, producing an impressive stack of pesos, slapping it down on the table to the gasp of all nearby.



Nodding, the dealer sends out the cards. Staring each other down, the masked man smirks but doesn’t blink. Glancing around, the dealer can see that all eyes are on them.



A beauty in red brushes errant blonde locks from her face as she sips champagne from a tall glass.



“Who is that masked man?” She purrs as the camera pans to our masked man in green as he flips his cards to reveal blackjack. Collecting his winnings, the masked man begin to walk away, his winnings in hand.



Stopping mid stride, he looks back into the camera for a long moment, he winks. “Dinosaurio, Pequeno Dinosaurio.” Before the scene heads back to Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton at the announce desk.



Jeremy Tucker : That was, ummm certainly interesting. It seems we have a new luchador headed to SWAT!



Andrew Fulton : Indeed, the son of Mexican Lucha Libre living legend…Tiranosaurio! SWAT gets ready to Walk the Dinosaur next show as Pequeno Dinosaurio makes his debut next show!



Jeremy Tucker: In only his second foray outside Mexico, this young rookie luchador has an amazing pedigree and, by all accounts, a very bright future. We’ll be excited to see what he brings to the SWAT locker room.



Andrew Fulton : But that’s next time! We still have plenty of action of come…tonight! Let’s get back to the action here at Halloween in the Cell, as only Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition can!

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome back folks. We have former SWAT World Champion Johnnie Valentine facing off against our current World Champion Rally Jackson.

Andrew Fulton : What a main event. Mr.Hilarity vs The Golden God. In a barbwire match. If you want Horror this Helloween we got it right here folks. And there’s a piece of shit producer, yelling in my ear, telling me we have footage to show you from the back stage… you are yelling… you are a piece of shit… Ok I’ll stop talking now…

Hehehe and Hahaha walking through the backstage behind Jonnie Valentine. Valentine is heading for the arena entrance, so keeps walking as he talks.

Jonnie : Why the hell are you following me?

Hehehe : To see you don’t mess with Rally before your big fight.

Jonnie : You realise that Rally and me… we’re both in The Society …and you are just a pair of low ranking, snivelling KGB goons. You’re only here because Team KGB had their arses handed to them.

Hahaha : Hold your smart mouth Mr Hilarity. We’re the best back up in town.

Valentine stops abruptly and turns on them.

Jonnie : But where’s the backups back up when they need it?

Hehehe and Hahaha look at each other alarmed and begin to bring their guard up but it’s too late. Valentine hits a Picture Perfect Dropkick on Hehehe and a Belly to Belly Brainbuster on Hahaha. Valentine laughs and heads out towards the ramp. The transmission ends.

Jeremy Tucker : Well the KGB aren’t going to influence this match anymore after those two got their heads caved in…

Andrew Fulton : That was hilarious. I don’t think Valentine even broke a sweat.

"Top That" From “The Teen Witch” Soundtrack by Jonnie Valentine hits and Jonnie comes out dressed in a red tasselled jacket with "Mr.Hilarity" written in cursive lettering on the back. Red trunks and white boots with "JV" embroidered on them. Jonnie jogs down to the ring, slapping fans hands, doing a full lap around the front row. He finds an old lady singing his theme song, and he sings along with her. He sizes up the barbwire surrounding the ring and slides into the ring. He stands tall and proud and does the double guns to the crowd.

Frank Salazar : Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Palm Springs, California… Coming in at 5’10 and 234 pounds ... 'MR.HILARITY' ... JONNIE VALENTINE!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Some have condemned this match as just inter-stable politics, but the title always brings out the hunger in people…

Andrew Fulton : If the title means nothing to you, you don’t sign up for a barbwire match with someone as big, bad and ugly as Rally Jackson. Yes, it’s true “the girls love a scar”… but no one is going to walk away from this one prettier than they walked in… Talking of walking in, where the hell is Rally?

On the screens in the arena there’s a broadcast from the backstage. Rajiv Khan is just coming out of make up, he has a new haircut and looks a million dollars, it’s oiled with nice gel in it also. Rally approaches him and throws him a turban.

Rally : Management wants you to start wearing this.

Rajiv : What about my new hair though, that was meant to be “my repackaging” I was told…

Rally : Change of plans, they are going with the Turbaned immigrant, and after you squash the other enhancement workers, talk is, you’re joining us in the Society. With all the new members coming and going in the KGB, they want us to have some rotation also.

Rajiv is dubious but places on the turban, dreaming of his big shot, and the turban is long with tails half way down his back.

Rally lights the bottom of the tails with his lighter and it catches a flame and Rally is chuckling as he walks off, but the oil and gel in Rajiv's hair fuels the flame and it is going everywhere. The cameraman retreats as the heat gets too much. The transmission ends with Rajiv ablaze.

Jeremy Tucker : Rajiv is burning alive! I think security are attending with fire extinguishers, but I think they’ll be too late. Will we ever see him again?

Andrew Fulton : Well at least he died doing what he loved best… Dreaming that he’d be good one day… Sorry, shouldn’t speak ill of the dead.

Jeremy Tucker : There's a fine line between a prank gone bad and racially motivated homicide...

Andrew Fulton : Political correctness gone mad... That's not 25 to life, that's a nomination for Prank of the Year.

Hate or Glory" by Gesaffelstein hits and Rally Jackson makes his way down the ramp way. He is taking his time and looks seriously out of shape, he gets in the ring and struts around in a confident manner and then cracks his own neck and the ref approaches him, takes the title belt and starts patting him down and checking his boots.

Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from Rio de Janeiro. Coming in at 6’1 and 300 pounds .... Your SWAT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION .... THE GOLDEN GOD..... RALLY JACKSON!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Who do you have down for the win here Andrew?

Andrew Fulton : My money’s on Valentine. This will be a no DQ match up. Pinfall or Submission only. Rally losses all the natural advantages of being a champion like losing by DQ or count out and still retaining the belt. The jobber-igniting blob is going to lose to the excellence of elocution Johnnie Valentine tonight.

Jeremy Tucker : Well we’ll see. I think it’s too close to make a prediction myself.

Andrew Fulton : You might want some Vaseline for the splinters you’re picking up sat on that fence Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Johnnie seems unmoved by the fact his opponent just set a fellow wrestler on fire. He had to have seen it on the big screen like the rest of us?

Andrew Fulton : He seems more concerned about the fact we’re going up late here. He’s a professional, but maybe not a bleeding heart humanitarian.

Jeremy Tucker : The belt is handed over to the officials at ring side, the bell is rung and we have a world title fight.

Andrew Fulton : Valentine and Rally are exchanging insults as they pace around each other in the offing… They both look understandably tentative with all that jagged metal hanging where the ropes should be… There was barely enough room for Rally to roll under the bottom wire to get in there without getting cut up… Valentine grabs for an ankle to get a take down, but Rally cuts him off with a forearm to the face… Valentine recoils, but blocks a follow up punch from Rally and makes space to compose himself again… Rally and Valentine lock up, collar and elbow, both men trying to force the other into the wire, neither giving an inch, both men try some drastic movements left and right to force an advantage, finally Valentine manages to grapple in behind Rally… Valentine has Rally in a tight half nelson as he fires vicious punches into Rally’s kidney area… Rally manages to power out of the nelson, grabs the back of Valentine’s head and hit’s an improvised cutter!!

Jeremy Tucker : Valentine rolls away nursing his jaw and checks his nose for blood, but none to be seen yet… Rally staggers back up holding his back for a second… The two exchange more smack talk as they circle each other… Valentine goes for a leg grab again, but Rally catches the arm and tries to Irish whip Valentine into the wire! …Valentine takes the momentum and manages to slide to the outside!! ...Valentine looks like he got under without any cuts… Valentine smiles up at Rally and taps his temple… Rally beacons Valentine to get back in there…

Andrew Fulton : Valentine faints to enter left… Rally tries to cut him off, but Valentine dummies and heads to slide into the opposite corner and gets to his feet before Rally can correct… Advantage Valentine and Rally looks pissed about it… The two circle again… Valentine and Rally lock up, but Valentine immediately manages to turn it into an Irish Whip attempt on Rally… Rally sent running towards the corner but he manages to slam on the anchors and halt before he hits the wire… Before Rally can turn to look for Valentine, Valentine arrives with a shoulder block in the back and Rally has stumbled chest first into the corner!!!

Jeremy Tucker : We have our first collision with the wire and Rally frees himself with only a few scrapes to his chest and left arm and nick above the right eyebrow… Valentine drags Rally out of the corner, knees him in the guts centre ring… Rally doubles up; Valentine hooks both of Rally’s arms… PEDIGREE! …Valentine rolls Rally over onto his back and sits across his chest and starts to lay in huge punches… Technically he has Rally in a cover so the referee is down for the pin…

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Huge kick out by Rally sends Valentine stumbling face first into the barbwire!!!

Andrew Fulton : Yep we got blood folks… Valentine caught most of that on the forehead and some scrapes to his forearms, this isn’t going to end well…

Jeremy Tucker : Rally is slowly getting back up as Valentine frees himself from the wire… Rally hits Valentine with a brutal big boot and Valentine is sent back into the wire… Rally drags Valentine out of the wire and goes for an Irish whip to the corner… but a reversal… and Rally slams back first into the corner!!! …Valentine follows in with a clothesline in the corner!!! …There’s no way some of the barbs haven’t bitten deep now…

Andrew Fulton : Valentine goes to drag Rally out of the corner, but Rally slaps his huge right hand around Valentine’s left ear and drags his head towards the top wire… Valentine throws out a hand onto the top wire between barbs and tried to block the move… Rally powers Valentine’s head towards rope anyway until it’s just an inch away from the wire… Rally tugs his back free from some barbs in the corner and applies his other hand to the task and manages to rub Valentine’s forehead on some of those top wire barbs and Valentine lets outs a groan of anguish as the blood flows… Rally punches Valentine with a huge right cross and Valentine falls back bloodied into the centre of the ring…

Jeremy Tucker : Rally frees his wrestling shorts from the wire in the corner and the follows up… Valentine is dragged back up to his feet; Rally hoists him up into fireman’s carry and smashed down with a brutal slam! …Valentine is dragged back up to his feet, but Valentine lashes out with a snap jab and huge chop to Rally’s chest… Rally is staggered… Valentine steps in beside Rally, lifts him up onto his shoulder… what’s this going to be? An atomic drop? Side suplex?

Andrew Fulton : Nope!!! He dropped Rally across the top rope with a leg either side of that tope rope!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Well for those that thought this was just a squabble inside the Society, I think that move confirms this could be a civil war!!!

Andrew Fulton : As Rally shivers under the pain of the multiple deep scratches to his thighs, and God only knows what else, Valentine opens up with a combo of huge forearm smashes, punches and chops as Rally can only concentrate on freeing himself from the wire… Rally eventually frees himself and falls into the ring… Valentine drags Rally up, shows great strength to get Rally up in a standing suplex, he stalls there for a while and brings Rally down hard… Valentine with the pin!!!

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… Kick out by Rally!

Jeremy Tucker : Valentine drags Rally up… Looks like he’s going for the Belly to Belly Brainbuster?!…

Andrew Fulton : Hang on! Armand von Krauss and Eddie D are on the ramp… They don’t look in great shape after the big match earlier… Eddie has a limp and Armand looks half concussed… The KGB wants to delay Rally and Valentine tearing lumps out of one another? This makes no sense to me.

Jeremy Tucker : Armand said he wanted to see Rally win this thing tonight… Hehehe and Hahaha failed at the first hurdle so I guess the big guns have to roll out here… It’s no DQ, but no one said it was a free for all?!

Andrew Fulton : Slightly distracted, Valentine delivers a common all garden belly to belly suplex on Rally and Rally is staying down under the impact of that one… Valentine goes over to the ropes and shouts a warning to the new comers… Armand and Eddie circle to different sides of the ring as the referee demands that they head back up the ramp… Armand is shouting something in German at Valentine as Valentine stares him down with hate in his eyes… Eddie looks up at the referee with a ‘butter wouldn’t melt’ smile and holds up his hands as though he’s doing nothing wrong being there… Rally is back up on his haunches, oblivious to the KGB’s arrival… Valentine decides to return to deal with Rally for the time being… Valentine catches Rally, still half kneeling, and lays in some huge punches… Rally is bleeding bad from his legs and looks fatigued… Valentine grabs Rally by the head and pulls it in-between his legs… Piledriver?! Powerbomb?! …but no! Rally powers up and sends Valentine skyward and Valentine crashes down back first…

Jeremy Tucker : Valentine’s leg is caught up in the top wire! Valentine is scrambling to free himself, but he looks seriously caught up there… Armand shouts at a groggy Rally and Rally turns to find Armand on the apron offering the champ a chair… Armand mimes out the motion of smashing Valentine with the chair… Rally nods mockingly, I think he knows how to use a metal chair… Rally carefully takes the chair… Rally crosses over to the struggling Valentine and raises the chair high over his head… but listen to that crowd reaction?!

Andrew Fulton : What’s he waiting for? Waffle him with it?!

Jeremy Tucker : Rally looks down at his stablemate and out at the crowd and looks like he’s having second thoughts…

Andrew Fulton : Pussy…

Jeremy Tucker : Hell no?! …Don’t forget that these men were friends walking in here…

Andrew Fulton : Oh good GOD! Rally threw the chair back to Armand up on the apron, Armand caught it and Rally big booted the chair into Armand’s face!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Armand is down clutching his face at ringside as Rally returns to Valentine… Rally kicks repeatedly at Valentine’s leg until finally a snagged lace snaps and Valentines legs is freed from the top wire… There’s still a fight to win here for the champ and he drags up Valentine and slaps him in a bear hug… The crowd are chanting for Valentine… Valentine looks in agony, he’s bleeding badly from the face… The chants seems to have given him strength as he looks out and beacons for more from them…

Andrew Fulton : Rally is frustrated and hugs in tighter but even keeping the hold locked in is energy sapping… Valentine begins to hit Rally with neat firearm smashes between winces of pain… That nick above Rally’s eye is now opened up and it’s bleeding seriously now… Rally eventually drops the hold and the two men stagger back a few paces away from each other with one last forearm smash parting the two wrestlers…

Jeremy Tucker : Rally and Valentine find the energy to charge at each other and clash in a huge double shoulder block and both men crash down to the mat back first and stunned… I think they may have clashed heads too…

Andrew Fulton : J’think so? There’s a mist of blood and sweat still falling in the air after that clash!

Jeremy Tucker : Valentine is the first to move… He rolls over towards the corner and carefully uses the corner post to regain his feet…

Andrew Fulton : What’s happened to the KGB? Ah… Armand is still seeing stars, but Eddie has raced over and grabbed the world title belt from the time-keeper? …What are you doing Eddie?

Jeremy Tucker : Eddie has tossed the belt up to Valentine?! …He’s telling Valentine to hit Rally with it for the win?! …Is Eddie not with the program? I thought the KGB wanted Rally to win?

Andrew Fulton : Looks like months of hating on Rally means more to him than what the boss says. Typical Eddie moment…

Jeremy Tucker : Valentine looks around at the bloodied and struggling Rally and back at Eddie D and out at the crowd…

Andrew Fulton : And he throws the title back in Eddie’s face… Eddie shouts obscenities up at Valentine and Valentine is about to shout back when Rally sneaks up behind him… grabs a fist full of tights… it’s Valentine’s kryptonite! …the dreaded roll up!!!

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Frank Salazar : The winner of your main event by pinfall .... AND STILLL Your SWAT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... THE GOLDEN GOD ... RALLY JACKSON!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Well you called it wrong Andrew. Rally still champion and Helloween in the Cell 2020 is over.

Andrew Fulton : Hang on the two men are back on their feet… Are we going to see some afters?

Jeremy Tucker : Nope… It appears not… The two share a huge handshake… but no hug it seems… more like begrudged respect and probably too bloody and exhausted to keep fighting anyway… Eddie is helping Armand up the ramp and telling him they got the result they wanted… you might not want to play Armand the video back for your part in that ending though huh Eddie? …

Andrew Fulton : I told you all along Rally would win, what a night! … There was blood, wrestling, drama and a jobber on fire… good family fun…

Jeremy Tucker : That’s all we’ve got time for folks, don’t forget to tune in same time, same place next week… we’ve been SWAT, we’ve been live from The Rockett Arena, Salem, Massachusetts… so long everybody.