Battleground #33 : Battlelines (Show)

[edwarddubin0604]

(Psychotic Goth is laughing as he walks down the corridor as he holds up his cellphone watching the latest Pequeno Dinosaurio promos. Personnel and various employees pass him not daring to disturb "The King of the Goth.")

Psychotic Goth: "Oh Pequeno Dinosaurio your agent is so amusing to hire some desperate preppy actor to look like a goth. Come on she can do better than that Pequeno but then again it was an attempt to make you look good and attempt to embarrass me."

(He laughs maniacally.)

Psychotic Goth: "You see Pequeno if I wanted to send a message to you would I be stupid enough to send a bad actor to your locker room. I know Armand would be stupid enough to pull that stunt but I'm another story. I send my messages in the ring and I settle my issues in the ring without anyone trying to interfere in my matches."

(Psychotic Goth roars in Lenape dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "You see while you enjoy the publicity. While you enjoy the photo shoots and interviews. While you enjoy playing to the cameras and the those naïve fans who are probably not real wrestling fans or SWAT fans. You need the approval of the fans. However, I have no such problems when it comes to my wrestling career."

(He yells in Lenape accent.)

Psychotic Goth: "Now you and your agent don't know anything about me when it comes to my associations. I mostly walk alone. I don't care about allies or anyone else. Anyone who dares to provoke 'The Psychotic One' doesn't realize the consequences. When it comes to Team Fairtex they don't follow me and neither do The Hired Killers. You best not provoke them since they aren't to be messed with especially Jade who is really pissed off at the moment compliments of one Olympia."

(Psychotic Goth shakes his head laughing.)

Psychotic Goth: "So you see nobody follows me nor do I follow anyone. Let your so-called agent figure that out if she can figure it out without busting her brain cells or leading a camera crew. You see she's crafting a phony image of you being some big star before you've been established in SWAT."

(He bellows like a savage beast.)

Psychotic Goth: "I worked harder than you Pequeno Dinosaurio from Hardkore World to SWAT. I was spilling and shedding blood in the ring and you think you truly know me from my matches. Do you know my violent nature. Have you seen the many tag team championships I held in Hardkore Britain and my singles championship. Of course not so you don't truly know me Pequeno."

(Psychotic Goth laughs demonically.)

Psychotic Goth: "So please say you studied all my matches and delude yourself Pequeno. Please fool yourself into a false sense of security and then realize the consequences when you step through those ropes to face me for ten minutes. You shall see how cold and ruthless I can be in the ring."

(Psychotic Goth lowers his head and raises his arms still holding the camera in front of him as he flings his head back revealing his pale handsome goth like looks.)

Psychotic Goth: "Pequeno Dinosaurio time is ticking down until we meet in that ring for my SWAT Hardcore Television Championship. You shall see first hand why my reputation for being maniacal and I'm not someone who underestimates anyone. Will you truly earn this championship by valid pin or submission or will someone interfere spoiling your great victory if you should win this championship. Time shall tell Pequeno Dinosaurio. Tine will tell. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall make my words come true."

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

[Kyle]

Requiring sustenance, The Paragon of Sleaze still in a velvet robe has found the catering area and is in the middle of choosing what to eat when we arrive. Looking over his shoulder, Keith detects the camera before returning to checking out the grub. A plate in one hand, KW tests the temperature and consistency of certain buffet trays by slipping his free hand all the way in. Sometimes he's pleased with this, depositing a helping on his plate. Far too often KW throws a handful of food at the wall, wiping his hand clean on the side of his robe.

A tall pile of food selected, Williams retreats to an empty table and sits down. Using only his hands, Keith dives into the feast with a messy passion. Noticing he's still being filmed, The Sleaze God looks up in between chewing with an open mouth and shoveling in more.

Keith Williams: "What? Can't a man enjoy a meal in peace?"

Unmoving, the camera person carries on with The Paragon of Sleaze as the focal point of the show.

Keith Williams: "Okay, okay. If it gets you to go away, I'll provide fresh sound bytes about my opponent."

KW cleans his hands off by spreading both across the table repeatedly, slapping them together to remove any remaining gunk.

Keith Williams: "I wasn't informed prior to watching that press conference what a ventriloquist virtuoso Gabriel Tuck is. I half expected to see Tuck's fist peeking past Edward's lips with how far up him he was. Do you always let others speak for you, Ed? Or is that something else you're giving a try like the KGB?"

Keith's eyebrow steadily arches as he asks these questions.

Keith Williams: "You like quotes? I've got one for you. As a great fighter once said... It's not over till the final fisting you give. And brother, I don't intend yours to be the last! This honey boy? I'm going places! I'm doing stuff! The girthy roadblock you represent won't deter me, Edward. You're only providing motivation with every breath you take to disregard me and mine. Are you sure you're on the same page as Armand? Because it doesn't seem like it. He tells you to zig and you zag. That's not cohesion, that's not cooperation, that's not communication!"

Unhappy with the cleanliness of his fingers, Williams proceeds to individually lick all ten digits clean.

Keith Williams: "I get it. You're angry; you're lashing out. I would be too if I was screwed over like you were at End of Days. Dylan Black shouldn't be champion, you should. As a ReVenant you would have entered that match with no doubt of receiving assistance from your brothers. This stubborn streak doesn't suit you, Ed. You have your sights set on bigger and better things? That won't happen with the KGB. You're so crippled by bitterness and distracted that you don't even realize it. You're reacting instead of acting, letting guys like Jonnie Valentine dictate the situation. This isn't you. These aren't the actions of a Big Deal!"

Carefully picking pieces of food from the half full plate, Keith pushes them into his mouth in an attempt to stay neat.

Keith Williams: "Are you truly proud of being the SWAT Renegade Champion? Prove it. You're concerned with the future when you should be worrying about the present. The SWAT World Heavyweight Championship isn't yours yet and you haven't gotten past me. I'm waiting, Ed. Waiting to pummel your face, to stretch you in ways you weren't meant to, to crack your bones. You think I'm fake news? Bologna? Stand back and stand by with your bullshit."

The Paragon of Sleaze done with his dish, roughly slides it off the table and it splatters on the ground.

Keith Williams: "As the Ultimate Kingpin, I've humbly taken on the task of making SWAT great again. However, I recognize I can't do it alone. Edward, it's not complicated. You're either with me, or you're against me. There's no middle ground. Don't you want to create a greater SWAT? Stop ignoring my whisper in your ear. The ReVenants aren't your enemies. We see eye-to-eye more than you know. History is written by the victors, Ed. Now more than ever you don't want to choose the wrong side."

Getting up from his spot, Keith shows some legit manners by shoving the chair he occupied back under the table.

Keith Williams: "I can't lie and act as though you're anything less than a big deal, but we both know you're better than this. A DiCaprio joke, really? You couldn't be more wrong in assuming I haven't had to fight for my life against a bear. Triple B has tried and failed to kill me on more than one occasion, but I won't let the brute succeed. You're right; I'm no phoenix. I guess I'll settle for being friends with the XHF Phoenix Champion, Rob Garcia. The ReVenants have died on more hills than you can count, Ed. Each death brings further clarity. And as we break our chains, clawing back into this world, our determination only grows."

Headed for the exit, The Sleazy One allows a second for a last remark.

Keith Williams: "Lucky, vivacious, gullible Linda. You're challenging me, huh? That's what you're ponying up? That's not nice, not nice at all. Where's the gratitude? Team 2 Girls 1 Keith didn't stand a chance without me at Helloween. The priority isn't your grudge, it's our respective matches. You want an answer? You know what?"

Keith stops in his tracks, pausing for dramatic effect while glancing at the camera coyly.

Keith Williams: "You'll get it next Battleground."

A smug, smarmy expression becomes permanently plastered on the Ultimate Kingpin's face as he resumes his pace and walks out.

[edwarddubin0604]

(The Hired Killers are watching the show from a television monitor eating a light snack before their match with Rayven Ryder and Idustrial Womman as Glamourous Glenda comes up to them. They see the upset look on her face and face her and the camera.)

Jade: "What seems to be the problem."

Glamourous Glenda: "I was supposed to interview Industrial Woman but she changed her mind and decided to have Sabrina Brimstone intervie her instead."

Jade: "No surprise since she takes after Industrial Man when it comes to snubbing people."

Kim: "He snubbed Xiaolong aka Little Dragon when he wanted to shake hands and be friends. Now Industrial Woman has the nerve to do the same to you for some made up reason."

Glamourous Glenda: "At least many of the competitors respect me."

Jade: "I know that. How about we take care of this problem personally."

Kim: "Like we always say 'You got the money. We got the time."

Jade: "In this case it's on the house since she and Rayven are our opponents tonight and we intend to teach them a lesson they'll never forget."

Kim: "You see Rayven seems to think she has everything to prove all because she can't beat us in singles matches. Let's see how much time she spends in the ring when she faces one of us or both of us depending on who's in the ring."

Glamourous Glenda: "She even accused you and Team Fairtex of being blind followers of Psychotic Goth and Vampira."

Jade: "Obviously her AI or brain cells or whatever is in her metallic skull seems either defective or just plain dead. We don't follow anyone and neither does our husbands. If it's convenient or if someone needs our services we'll team up with them. However, we don't don't follow anyone and neither does our husbands."

Kim: "We're going toshow why Rayven is going to be just a selfish rookie diva and we're the better team. If Industrial Woman wants to embarrass herself by teaming with Rayven Ryder then let her do so. We didn't say we warned her but she made the choice to agreeing to team with Rayven. So she's going to get what she deserves for doing so."

Glamourous Glenda: "Rayven thinks she's got the perfect partner."

Jade: "Yeah if you want a piece of junk from the future as a partner to face us in the ring. I guess that's the perfect partner to her and I guess her partner thinks so too."

Kim: "Rayven shall wish she hadn't pushed her luck with us and if she still wants to mess with The Hired Killers. Go right ahead because like Lynn Brewster a couple years ago. We never settled a thing at least not totally. My sister did but I haven't and I want to take it out on someone and it's going to be me."

Glamourous Glenda: "I wish you luck and thank you for talking to me."

Jade: "You're a good interviewer no matter what that reject project from a science fair thinks."

Kim: "Which is where Industrial Woman is going to end up as an afterthought after tonight when one of us pins Rayven in the middle of the ring."

Glamourous Glenda: "Well good luck again. Guys back to you."

(She leaves and The Hired Killers resume watching the monitor as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[mosler]

{{The door to the Industrial Woman’s laboratory swings open, with Sabrina Sinstone trying to drag I-W out into the hallway. The only problem with this playful act is that I-W is made out of titanium, and isn’t moving anywhere she doesn’t want.}}

I-W: Analysis complete. Purpose of extraction is the result of faulty logic.

Sabrina Sinstone: Knockoff I-Man was never seen as more than muscle for hire, because he only hung around with Zoran. Without interacting with the rest of staff, he was never seen by the locker room, management, or fans as anything more than a glorified part-time manager. If you want to make an impact in SWAT, and grow as a person – you need to get out of that titanium shell of yours.

{{Processing.}}

I-W: Affirmative.

{{Recognizing the potential positives in Sabrina’s INFODUMP, the recently transitioned robot steps out of her dressing room.}}

Sabrina Sinstone: There that wasn’t so hard.

{{Backstage. Sabrina and I-W are walking;}}

Sabrina Sinstone: Have you had a chance to connect with your partner tonight to go over strategies for the Hired Killers?

I-W: Negative. Efforts to contact Rayven have been unanswered. Silent running.

Sabrina Sinstone: That doesn’t surprise me. The way the Hired Killers have been systematically bullying that poor girl, like they do EVERY new Amazon, I’d be surprised if she hasn’t already checked out. Even if you carry her to a win, her days may be numbered.

I-W: That would be unproductive to the Amazon division. Footage reviewed suggests Rayven to be an impressive asset.

Sabrina Sinstone: Well, lets touch base with her in the general locker; show Rayven that the Amazon division isn’t all crazy bitches.

I-W: Affirmative.

{{A door swings open, with Sabrina leaning into a much larger room. Most of the boys are over at craft services for dinner, but a few stragglers are playing cards on the benches.}}

Sabrina Sinstone: Any sign of Rayven?

Benjamin Bolt: Naah ‘Rina, ain’t seen hide nor hair of that girl since I got here.

Sabrina Sinstone <turning to I-W>: Hired Killers sap the will to live from another possible Amazonian. They really don’t like the idea of competition.

Benjamin Bolt: Yo ‘Rina, you catch their last interview with Glenda?

Sabrina Sinstone: The one where they sounded rational?

Benjamin Bolt: Nah, the other one.

{{UPLOADING. Images from the last Hired Killers promo flash over I-W’s glassy eyes as she processes it.}}

I-W: Confirmed. Glenda, Glamorous states that this unit is using you to try to undermine her job.

Sabrina Sinstone: Well, that is incredibly stupid. Burton asked me to interview you. I am still rehabbing injuries from Helloween in a Cell, and they wanted to make use of me while I’m here. God forbid the backstage interviewer that only ever talks to friends of Goth gets some competition.  If she had a problem, then talk to me one on one.  If its out of my control, discuss it with management LIKE AN ADULT.  If communication doesn't work, then FIGHT ME IN THE RING.  ...but randomly wasting the Hired Killer's interview time to moan about it indirectly?  Screw Glenda.

TJ Zousa <icing neck after a brutal Frostbite match>: It was rough Sabrina, rather than pretend to be impartial... Glenda basically ranted about you, trying to play for sympathy, then fed the Killers leading questions – like she was their manager.

Sabrina Sinstone: She’s only been doing interviews for four years now. You’d think she’d be confident enough in her position to do her job impartially. I mean, any other backstage interviewer would have been promoted to broadcast announcer by now.

TJ Zousa: Maybe Alice Monroe will add her to Jeremy and Andrew’s team as a permanent fixture?

Sabrina Sinstone: Alice Monroe doesn’t own jack. She’s as much a major stakeholder in this company as I am, and if my ten thousand shares can’t get me booked, what are hers going to do?

{{The locker room chuckle, clearly taking Monroe’s ownership claims as seriously as they do COVID-19.}}

Sabrina Sinstone: But enough about that delusional alternate universe, (throwing a hand out to I-W) look whom I coaxed out of her charging station.

{{Industrial Woman finally enters the room. Running her wrestling etiquette program, she is aware that she should respectfully introduce herself to each member of the locker.}}

I-W (extending hand to TJ): Industrial Woman. If this unit could simulate emotions, it would be nice to meet you - Zousa, TJ.

TJ Zousa: We actually met back when you were- ARGH!!!

{{The dancing talent enhancer’s hand is mangled by the firm grasp. It will be weeks before he does the hustle again.}}

TJ Zousa (trying to extend index finger so he can thrust it in the air): That. Is. Some. Grip. You. Got. There.

{{Racing over to her hurt tag team partner, Sabrina reads the room.}}

Sabrina Sinstone: Um. Maybe wait outside for a second while we bandage him back up, and do the rest of the rounds later, hon.

I-W: This malfunction has been recorded. Zousa, can this unit offer assistance with damaged plating?

Sabrina Sinstone: Not your fault Sabrina. TJ and me are still a little banged up from the pay per view. I don’t know what Burton was thinking putting him in with Frostbite while he was still rehabbing that coal miner shot. You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just that Rayven isn’t here, and its important you get on the same page with her before your match.

{{Looking at the angry eyes of the rest of the boys, I-W downloads the image of Sabrina looking worried as she checks for breaks in Zousa’s fingers. This is filed in her memory banks. Unable to offer regret I-W leaves the room.}}

I-W: Acknowledged.

{{She isn’t five feet down the hallway, when a match illuminates a dark corner.}}

Sam Burton (taking a long drag on a cigarette): The talent enhancers are falling apart. Most working federations replace them ever three months to get the most out of diminishing returns. These Australians? It’s almost like they take a sadistic glee in breaking a man. (eyeing the robot) ...or woman.

I-W: Burton, Sam.

Sam Burton: I was going to formally welcome you to SWAT, but I know the Hired Killers usually take it upon themselves to show the new girls the ropes. So, I’ll keep this brief. You’re a known associate of Sainovic. That piece of shit is dead, but he may have run off with a lot of the staff’s pensions. So while Linda might roll out the red carpet for you, Knockoff woman, I’m not buying it. I have my eyes on you.

{{Blowing smoke into her optical receptors, the senior SWAT road agent stomps off.}}

Tiffany: I think we’re alone now.

{{The musical chime signals the mechanical woman to look directly into the camera.}}

I-W: Hired Killers. You discuss Rayven at length, attempting to draw attention to her underperformance. She is not optimal at this time. You are the superior team with a lengthy history of working together. The unit could, however, out perform you in a handicap match. The more attention you bring to Rayven, the more you highlight why this unit will win the No Man’s Land tournament, while you have not been invited. CORRECTION. This unit is not, nor has it ever been, “The Industrial Man” Attila Balan. That was a separate product line. The robot who kidnapped Vampira and tried to brainwash her is no longer functioning. You do not, however, have to fear the same plot from this unit – as a sensory analysis suggests you have no brain cells to reprogram.

{{Mic drop.}}

“YIP.”

{{The mechanical woman slowly lowers her head to view the nature of this odd microphone dropping sound. An adorable Pomeranian, and THREE TIME FWA Anarchy champion, has fetched the microphone and brought it back to the woman.}}

Poochopino: Yip!

{{Kneeling, the Industrial Woman admires the canine’s nails – which have been painted pink. If anyone can humanize this cold machine it’s the irrepressibly psychotic puppy.}}

I-W: FOLLOW.

{{The Industrial Woman and Poochopino Fantabuloso IV exit - what misadventures will await them?.}}

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Let's get ready for our next match, the ladies of SWAT are involved in.

Andrew Fulton: I do not know that ladies that might be the right term. You have a couple of hired killers. One young lady is what a robot and well okay one might actually be a woman in this match.

Jeremy Tucker: I am sure Kim and Jade are going to love this when I tell them this. They do listen to the replay of the match you know.

Andrew Fulton: Maybe I could use the Industrial Woman as my bodyguard.

Jeremy Tucker: You might be onto something there. Maybe you can finally get date that you always wanted.

Andrew Fulton: She would be a cheap date but instead I would have to get her what, motor oil? Cheaper than other lubricants I purchase.

Jeremy Tucker: Let us head up to the ring for the introductions.

Frank Salazar: This match is scheduled for ONE fall for a 15 time limit. Introducing first going down the aisle weighing in at a combine 300 pounds and they hail from Bangkok, Thailand here are Kim and Jade, The Hired Killers

[Street Fight ( Rumble on Sunset strip) by Gun n Roses blast over the sound system as the two woman make their way down to the ring. ]

Jeremy Tucker: Two very dangerous woman.

Andrew Fulton : i just do not know how Tong and Phantam handle these two. I can only imagine the arguments they must get into. The fights must be something.

[Kim and Jade are down at ringside as they jump up on the ring apron and over the top ropes. ]

Frank Salazar: And their opponents first from New York, New York she weighs in at 145 pounds here is Ravynn Ryder

[Tear Away by Drowning Pool blast over the sound system as she make a her way down to the ring. ]

Jeremy Tucker: She has been impressive since her debut, the young lady has a bright future here.

[She gets to ringside as she looks at Kim and Jade in the ring as she climbs the steps and jumps over the top ropes. ]

Frank Salazar: And her tag team partner she weighs in at 175 pounds and hails from Industry, California here is The Industrial Woman.

[Call Your Girlfriend by Robyn blasts over the sound system as darkness fills the arena as the music fragmented digital artefacts and Matrixesque Code as the young lady makes her way down to the ring. ]

Jeremy Tucker: Your future there Andrew.

Andrew Fulton: I wonder if she can cook.

[She makes her way down to the ring, as she reaches ringside, as she climbs the steel steps and steps through the ropes. ]

Jeremy Tucker: The ref calls for the bell.

Andrew Fulton: It appears Jade and Ryder are going to start out this match.

Jeremy Tucker: The two young ladies lock up ss Jade goes in behind Ryder but Ryder catches her with a backfist that catches Jade right on her jaw. Ryder spins around and throws in a couple of uppercuts that knock Jade back. Ryder follows her in with a few knee shots right to the gut. She gets ready to whip her into the ropes but Jade catches Ryder with a quick kick to Ryder’s head. She goes in behind and catches her with a release German Suplex.

Andrew Fulton: She races over and makes the tag with Kim. The two pick up Ryder and connect and hit a Double Suplex. Kim pulls Ryder and she connects with a triple suplex. She goes to the outside as Ryder gets to her feet Kim flies over the Top Ropes and connects with a Flying Clothesline. Kim goes in and slaps on A Dragon Sleeper.

Jeremy Tucker: This match might be over in a Hurry. Ryder appears to be fading. She is able to reach the bottom rope. Kim pulls Ryder to her feet as she lays in a few knife edge Chops to her chest. Sh tosses Ryder into the ropes as she catches her with a Picture Perfect Dropkick. Kim drops down and Slaps On The Cross Armbreaker.

Andrew Fulton: Ryder’s face is etched in pain as she is trying to reach the ropes, Kim is pulling back. Once again she reaches the bottom. Kim pulls Ryder to her feet as she tags in Jade. Jade picks Ryder up and connects with a Death Valley Driver. Kim bounces off the ropes and hits a quick legdrop. Jade goes for the cover.

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Jeremy Tucker: Ryder just kicks out. Jade pulls Ryder to her feet and she hits an Over The Head Suplex. Jade bounces off the ropes and drops a quick elbow across her chest as she drops down for the cover.

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Andrew Fulton: Ryder kicks out. Industrial Woman is itching to get into the ring. This is a smart strategy from The Hired Killers. Jade pulls Ryder to the ropes as she tries for a Leg Lariat but Ryder ducks. Ryder bounces back off the ropes just as Ravynn catches her with a spear. Ryder makes a tag into The Industrial Woman.

Jeremy Tucker: She pulls Jade to her feet as she pIcks her up and slaps on a Full Nelson and then slams her back to the mat. She pulls Jade back to her feet as she picks her up and connects with a Snap Suplex. Industrial Woman pulls Jade back to her feet as she races into the ropes and she catches her with a running knee lift. She bounces off the ropes and catches her with a hard clothesline.

Andrew Fulton: Industrial Woman goes in for a Small Package.

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Jeremy Tucker: Jade kicks out. Industrial Woman catches Jade with a Quick SpinnIng Elbow. She quickly picks up Jade and hits an Over The Head Suplex. I-W tosses her over to the corner as she makes the tag into Kim. Kim comes flying into the ring as she lands a series of well placed kicks right into Industrial Woman’s head. Kim races into the ropes but Industrial Woman jumps up and catches her with a Hurricanrana. Kim bounces back to her feet as The Industrial Woman catches her with a hard Spinebuster. She goes for the Cover.

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Andrew Fulton: Kim just kicks out. Industrial Woman pulls Kim to her feet but is caught with a Codebreaker. She bounces off the ropes and Kim catches her with a quick Powerslam. She goes for the Cover.

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Jeremy Tucker: Huge kick out by I-W. Kim begins to stalk Industrial Woman as she gets to her feet, she picks her up but she slides down her back as she turns around she catches her with some sweet Chin Music. The kick knocks her back and right into the corner as Ryder reaches in and makes the tag.

Andrew Fulton: Ryder quickly grabs Kim as she connects with an Atomic Drop. She quickly kicks her in the back, as she spins her around and kicks her in the midsection as she is going for a possible Piledriver, but Jade blocks it as she picks her up for a possible backdrop but stops about midway and drops her on her head for a backwards like Piledriver. She makes a tag into Jade.

Jeremy Tucker: Jade waits for Ryder to get to her feet as she does she goes in and kicks her and catches her with The Pain Killer. She goes in for the Cover.



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Frank Salazar. The winners of the match Kim And Jade, The Hired Killers.

Jeremy Tucker: A hard fought win for these two.

Andrew Fulton: It certainly was. Industrial Woman looked highly impressive when she was in the ring. Ryder showed what she can be, but it was not enough against one of the more established teams here.

Jeremy Tucker: We will be back shortly.

[thecomedian]

<We fade in to "The Golden God" Rally Jackson backstage warming up for his title defense. He is doing the ddp yoga beginner class if you want me to be more specific. "They Hate Us Cuz They Anus" Jonnie Valentine enters through the door with Tuxedo Mask. They are immediately stopped by Rally's new bodyguard, Bryan Gordon. Gordon has weaponized himself with the Infinity Gauntlet.>

Bryan Gordon: Make one more move and I snap my fingers.

<Jonnie rips the glove off Gordon's hand and tosses it across the room.>

"The Epitome of Cool" Jonnie Valentine: You try to punch me I won't fold as easily as other people...

Bryan Gordon: Let's find out!!

Rally Jackson: At ease soldier!!

Bryan Gordon: B-but....

Rally Jackson: I said at ease!!!

Bryan Gordon: Sir, yes sir!

Rally Jackson: What can I do for you ex-best friend?

"Latter Day Saint" Jonnie Valentine: To be fair, we were never really best friends.

Rally Jackson: What can I do for you, eskimo brother?

"Dr. Feelgood" Jonnie Valentine: I also doubt I ever... nevermind. I just came to make sure we are all still on the same team.

Rally Jackson: Of course. Just after a few negotiations.

Jonnie "Football" Valetine: Go on....

Rally Jackson: Mandatory Society meetings at the local brothel.

Jonnie "Be Bad" Valentine: No.

Rally Jackson: Mandatory Society meetings at the local strip club that everyone knows offers extras.

Jonnie "Be My" Valentine: Voluntary meetings.

Rally Jackson: Deal. I want to pimp Tux out to some of the Hollywood elite. It might get my foot in the door.

"The Horse Whisperer" Jonnie Valentine: No. Well I'll leave it up to Tux.

Tuxedo Mask: No.

Rally Jackson: I feel like he's just saying that because you're here. ::to Tux:: We'll talk later. ::winks:: I loved your youtube video by the way. ::back to Jonnie:: I want you to admit it.

"The Legend of Bagger Vance" Jonnie Valentine: Admit what?

Rally Jackson: Admit I helped you win tonight.

Jonnie "Nitro" Valentine: You weren't anywhere near us.

Rally Jackson: I used the fo....

"Mr. Wizard" Jonnie Valentine: You didn't use the force.

Rally Jackson: I did. I'm trying to get the part for grown up Baby Yoda on the Mandalorian.

"Wine Connoisser" Jonnie Valentine: Hollywood doesn't hire you based on whether or not you have the superpower of the character you're playing so you can tell your bodyguard to put down the toy light saber.

Rally Jackson: Well I'm certainly not going to do what Harvey Weinstein asked me to do.

"The Leader of the Free World" Jonnie Valentine: Is there anything else?

Rally Jackson: Every Society of the New Breed member has to pay a tax to the current world champion.

Jonnie "Arcade" Valentine: We are not paying for your hookers to do fucked up things. Frankly, I'm a little concerned about the one laying in the corner. She hasn't moved since we got here.

Bryan Gordon: ::pokes her with the toy light saber:: She's breathing.

Rally Jackson: Just had a few too many laxatives. After careful consideration, we have decided we're in.

"Life is Like a Box of Chocolates" Jonnie Valentine: You're in. He's not.

Rally Jackson: ::to Bryan Gordon:: Sorry bud. I tried.

Bryan Gordon: Do I still get to be your bodyguard?

Rally Jackson: Considering this is an unpaid internship, my answer is yes.

"The Pied Piper" Jonnie Valentine: Well good luck on your match tonight.

Rally Jackson: MY WHAT???

<Fade.>

Rally Jackson: I specifically put in for a sick day the night of this show!

Bryan Gordon: What was the ddp yoga for?

Rally Jackson: A manifestation of my overall healthy lifestyle.

[SWAT Team]

[Backstage.]

Oxford Osland is standing in front of a TV monitor, admiring his handy work from earlier on in the evening. Every time he executes a high impact move, he looks around to see if anyone else is watching as well.

Osland: "Unbelievable."

[Osland grins to himself.]

Osland: "Did you see that effortless transition of weight to increase the impact of that suplex?"

[...]

Osland: "Unbelievable. Absolutely, UNBELIEVABLE!"

[Just then, Tuxedo Mask turns the corner, and is about to walk past Osland.]

Osland: "Come here peasant, let me show you a few things..."

[Tuxedo Mask keeps walking, assuming Osland couldn't be talking about him.]

Osland: "That Andrew Fulton is one hell of a guy. What a visionary."

[It's at this point that Tuxedo Mask walks past Osland, which draws his ire.]

Osland: "Hey you, masked guy..."

[Tuxedo Mask looks perturbed as he spins around to make eye contact with Osland.]

Osland: "Come and check out some of this 'Unbelievable' handy work. I'm dropping Benjamin Bolts sixteen ways to Sunday, and Andrew Fulton is giving the mindless buffoons who watch the match some unbelievable insight into my craftsmanship."

Tuxedo Mask: "Who are you again?"

Osland: "Hey now, no need to play hard to get. You know who I am."

Tuxedo Mask: "I actually have no idea."

[Stagehands and officials begin to gather, as they can sense a confrontation brewing. Osland smiles, doing his best to pretend he isn't insulted with Tuxedo Masks' ambivalence. ]

Osland: Well friend, you're about to find out."

[As Osland rares back to fire a right hand, SWAT Officials prevent the blow, and step in between the two wrestlers. ]

Osland: "It's Cool, It's Cool."

[Osland stands down.]

Osland: "I think I've found my next victim."

[Tuxedo Mask stands his ground, seemingly ready to throw down right then and there. Once Osland realizes that the SWAT employees aren't going to allow to confrontation to take place.]

Osland: "I'll see you around."

[Osland backs away with his hands above his head, as if he suggest he's surrendering his position. The officials keep their eyes on him, while he backs off. Tux is asking the stage hands “who was that?” At which point, our scene fades to black.]

[SWAT Team]

Frank Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SWAT Television championship! Featuring first the challenger...Pequeno Dinosaurio!

BOOM BOOM ACKA-LACKA LACKA BOOM!
BOOM BOOM ACKA-LACKA LACKA BOOM BOOM!!

’Walk the Dinosaur’ by Was (not was) starts to play, fans, especially the younger ones, begin clapping along to the silly, but infectious beat of the song.

Practically slithering through the curtain, Pequeño Dinosaurio is welcomed to a modest cheer for the brightly coloured rookie técnico!

Dark green scaled boots lead to a slight fade to light green as his tights approach his waist. His scaled costume complete with cape giving him the look of a pterodactyl!

Making his way to the ring, he shows his love for the fans as he goes, stopping especially to interact with the children of the crowd.

Reaching the ring, Pequeño Dinosaurio leaps from the floor to the ring apron before bounding over the top rope to enter the ring.

Going to all four corners, the brightly coloured rookie poses with his arms outstretched, his ‘wings’ ready for the hunt ahead.


Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno Dinosaurio looks ready for action. Will he claim the television title tonight from the King of the Goths?

Andrew Fulton: Not likely. The Goth King will blaze him down. No cartoon character can defeat Psychotic Goth in the ring.

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

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

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno Dinosaurio and Psychotic Goth go to the center of the ring to get nose to nose.

Andrew Fulton: The Dino guy looks like he’s giving away about eighty pounds to Goth. I don’t know how he thinks that going nose to not is even remotely a good idea.

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno waves his hand in front of his face as if Goth has bad breath. Goth decks him and whips him into the ropes!

Andrew Fulton: On the rebound, Pequeno slides underneath a clothesline. He gets up as Goth turns around and nails a drop kick that sends Goth directly to the mat!

Jeremy Tucker: A show of speedy reflexes from the challenger.

Andrew Fulton: Goth was testing him.

Jeremy Tucker: Psychotic Goth gets up, but is thrown down to the mat again with an arm drag.

Andrew Fulton: Goth gets back up to his knees when Dino guy reaches to get him up Goth punches him in the leg. He gets to his feet, grabbing Dino guy by the throat. Goth drills him with punch after punch in the gut before casting him to the mat.

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno rolls back up to his feet and launches himself at Psychotic Goth, hitting a moonsault axe kick that sends Goth right back to the mat.

Andrew Fulton: Dino guy goes to the ropes and comes back with a baseball slide drop kick to the face! He goes from there to the top rope. Is this even sane?

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno leaps into the air and lands on nothing, but mat as Goth rolls out of the way!

Andrew Fulton: I said it was insane to fly this early in the match.

Jeremy Tucker: Goth grabs Dino Guy as he stands up and whips him into the corner hard enough to send him into a seated position. Goth runs up to him and opens a can of whoop ass as he kicks and stomps at Dino Guy.

Andrew Fulton: Goth pulls Pequeno up and throws him toward the center of the ring with a hip toss. He follows this as Pequeno starts to get up with a running knee to the side of the head!

Jeremy Tucker: There’s some booing from the crowd, but that’s not too shocking since Goth isn’t the most loved.

Andrew Fulton: No! They aren’t booing Goth right now! Hehehe and Hahaha are making their way down to the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: Psychotic Goth goes to the side of the ring where the twisted twins are and begins yelling for them to leave.

Andrew Fulton: Goth should focus on his match since the twins are on the opposite side of the ring as Vampira right now.

Jeremy Tucker: Psychotic Goth turns around and is sent to the mat with a deep arm drag. He follows this up with a standing moonsault and a cover!

Andrew Fulton: Goth kicks out at two and a half! That’s a close one!

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno Dinosaurio goes to the top rope and hits a Phoenix Splash!

Andrew Fulton: Dino Guy goes for the pinfall, but Goth kicks out at the two count!

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno gets up and pulls Psychotic Goth up. He goes for an Irish whip, but Goth reverses it.

Andrew Fulton: Goth follows Dino guy to the ropes. What? Dino guy leaps over the ropes while grabbing the top rope. He swings back into the ring, planting both feet into Goth’s gut!

Jeremy Tucker: The twins are on the move! Hehehe and Hahaha split up to move around the ring. Vampira sees them both, trying to gauge which one is going to get to her first. They’re armed with brass knuckles!

Andrew Fulton: Hehehe gets there first, Vampira dodges a blow from the brass knuckles and kicks him in the gut. She turns and is knocked in the jaw by Hahaha, being sent to the floor. Hehehe and Hahaha drill her with a few more brass knuckle shots before devolving into kicks and stomps.

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno Dinosaurio goes to the top rope and spreads out his arms. He looks over to see Hehehe and Hahaha biting Vampira now. He looks back to the slowly stirring Psychotic Goth.

Andrew Fulton: Don't do it, Dino Guy! Take the win!

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno leaps into the air, spreading his arms out as he goes for the Five Star Frog Splash! He takes down Hehehe and Hahaha in one fell swoop!

Andrew Fulton: Man, I said don't do it. Stupid goody two shoes!

Jeremy Tucker: He's a heroic figure. Despite Vampira being a blood sucking bitch, she didn't deserve the attack by the twins.

Andrew Fulton: They were attacked by Vampira first. She made them into...vampiric clown motorcycle riding gangsters.

Jeremy Tucker: Say that shit five times fast.

Andrew Fulton: Hahaha pulls Dino guy up by the mask and drills him with the brass knuckles. Hehehe stomps a large foot onto Vampira's throat, choking her.

Jeremy Tucker: Psychotic Goth gets up and sees what's going on outside of the ring. He slides out of the ring, grabs Hehehe by the hair, and slams a knee into his lower back to break the choke hold.

Andrew Fulton: Hahaha takes another swing at Dino Guy, but he ducks under the brass knuckled shot and hits a European uppercut that sends the brutal clown backpedaling.

Jeremy Tucker: Psychotic Goth and Hehehe brawl while Pequeno and Hahaha brawl. The ref is having none of this and signals for the bell.

Frank Salazar: The referee has declared that this match is a no contest! Therefore, Psychotic Goth is STILL the SWAT Television champion!

Andrew Fulton: Security are coming down to break up the fighting. Hehehe and Hahaha book it as security come up the aisle, the damage done.

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno Dinosaurio watches as Psychotic Goth tends to Vampira. He heads to the back once Vampira starts to rise.

Andrew Fulton: Dino Guy could have been champion if he would have just ignored the assault upon Vampira.

Jeremy Tucker: But then his title reign would have been tainted by Armand's goons.

Andrew Fulton: How? They didn't attack or even distract Goth. Dino Guy just chose to be the hero of the day and save...whatever Vampira is. Damsel in distress she was not.

Jeremy Tucker: Well, no. I would not call her a damsel, but she was in distress, and I am hearing word right now, this match is rebooked for Battleground 34! That will be quite the rematch!

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Well fans up next we have the showdown! Each member of the winning Helloween Cup team was given an open contract. Scoring the winning pinfall, El Combatiante got tonight’s heavyweight title shot – but the others? We still don’t know about Matei, but Soutter was VERY CLEAR that he wanted BRUNO in a lumberjack match.

Andrew Fulton: Ever since Bruno betrayed him, Soutter has been saltier than usual. He knows the KGB are going to get involved, hell, Suit built the group for that express purpose, but with enough lumberjacks around, he can even the odds.

Jeremy Tucker: The closest he’ll get to a fair shot. Let’s throw it down to Frank Salazar with the introductions.

Frank Salazar: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, has a thirty minute time limit, and is a LUMBERJACK MATCH!

The crowd pops hard, as the curtains open and a number of familiar faces start making their way out of the back. First out are Team Fairtex along with their wives, The Hired Killers – anything for a buck.

Radu Matei and Lucky Linda Le Fay step out of the back. The duo are closely followed by members of the SWAT Regular Army. Sabrina Sinstone, Benjamin Bolt, a beat-up looking TJ Zousa. There isn’t a large face contingent. As they head up the aisle slapping hands, Matei keeps checking his watch, obviously concerned that his ringer lumberjack isn’t with them.

Andrew Fulton: Here comes Radu, but no sign of his special guest.

Frank Salazar: Entering first – accompanied by the KGB, he stands at 6’6” and weighs in at 345lbs... he has two names, but you can’t handle them –

BRUNO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Out of the back steps the KGB enforcer to a chorus of boos. Just when the audience is getting scratchy throats from yelling at him, Armand Von Krauss, James Fierce, Eddie D and Frostbite follow him out.

As they start walking down, more figures emerge. Aztec Dracula, Bad Boy Briggs, OCN, Big T – and a dozen more that casual viewers will only vaguely recognize.

Jeremy Tucker: What’s this? BRUNO not only bringing out the KGB, but he has two dozen former SWAT B workers with him! They may not know a wristlock from a tire iron, but they will hit you with a tire iron!

Andrew Fulton: BRUNO was one of the main mentors in that region. Even if he’s an evil, cold hearted bastard that happily throws his friends under busses and only regrets his actions when someone slightly worse takes over – Bruno has more friends over seven feet tall than anyone else in the XHF.

Jeremy Tucker: Bruno entering the ring, and the lumberjacks seem to be 80% KGB and associates.




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Andrew Fulton: Wait a minute-




Jeremy Tucker: ERIC DANE! ERIC DANE COMING OUT OF THE BACK! THE FORMER NORTHERN PRO CHAMPI-




Andrew Fulton: Once and FUTURE, Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker: The NPW sensation seems to be one of the lumberjacks! Is he Radu Matei’s mystery man?

Andrew Fulton: Nah, those two are like oil and water. He’s way more likely to be on Soutter’s rolodex... or Armand’s.

Jeremy Tucker: Needless to say, the fans are on their feet. Dane taking an impartial corner, standing away from both SWAT Classic as well as the keynote KGB members.

[Rip it Up – 28 Days blares thru the arena and Mad Dog Paul Soutter walks down to the ring, the crowd mostly cheering him, a small section of dorks boo’ing, they must be Caffrey’s family.]

Frank Salazar : And his opponent, hailing from Melbourne, Australia. Coming in at 6’3 and 364 pounds .... The Founder ... MAD DOG PAUL SOUTTER!!!

Soutter stomps out of the back, eyes firmly fixed on his former friend.

Andrew Fulton: There is going to be nothing pretty about this match. Just two big men hammering away at each other with occasional interludes of prison beatings.

Jeremy Tucker: Extra referees on hand to try to keep the lumberjacks in line – they are already teasing a brawl. Meanwhile in the ring, they are off!

DING! DING! DING!

Jeremy Tucker: Both men slugging away, trading rights and lefts. Neither willing to give up an inch! Rapid punching, jut peppering way!

Andrew Fulton: Roundhouse right by Soutter – but Bruno doesn’t even blink, answering it with a European uppercut! Bruno might seem conflicted around Armand, but there are years of bad blood between these two.

Jeremy Tucker: Lumberjacks are crowding the apron just itching to get involved, but these two keeping the action centered – more like a boxing match! Soutter with a fat lip, and Bruno starting to swell up over his left eye!

Andrew Fulton: Armand with a whistle. Bruno actually staggers back from a glancing right by Soutter. Nope! Armand tosses him a roll of quarters. Bruno coming back from the right with a LOADED left.

Jeremy Tucker: That ROCKED Soutter’s world.

Andrew Fulton: It’s okay, Lucky Linda cast CURE 3 magic, so her boyfriend got his hit points back.

Jeremy Tucker: Will you take this seriously? These men are pummelling themselves to death in the ring!

Andrew Fulton: They started that lucky coma shtick, I just work with what they give me. Another LOADED left hand knocks Soutter down to his knees. That opened the lip up!

Jeremy Tucker: Seeing red, The Big Bad Bustling Bandit explodes out of the corner with a spear- NO, one of the backyard guys held onto his foot. Bruno with a headbutt, knocks Soutter back. Furious, Paul kicks down, catching Bruno’s lumberjack Big T in the face with a boot. Gets back in the action just in time to eat a loaded backfist. Paul drops, and Bruno with a cover...

1!

Foot on the ropes.

...

Frostbite shoves the foot off the rope!

2!

Andrew Fulton: Soutter manages to get his shoulder up, but that was close. I question why they chose Blind Wilson to officiate this match.

Jeremy Tucker: Bruno leaving the quarters on the canvas, and pulling Soutter up – DDTs him into them. Breaking the roll, and covering the ring in change! It broke Soutter’s forehead too.

Andrew Fulton: Rather than go for a pin, Bruno tosses Soutter to the floor – where a half dozen men are happy to put the boots to him.

Jeremy Tucker: Linda and the sympathetic lumberjacks trying to intercede, but a wall of muscle stands between them. Paul thoroughly roughed up before Eddie D tosses him back in by the fishhook. Bruno with a cover-


1!


Andrew Fulton: And Bruno lifting his former friend off the canvas, letting the camera know that he has a lot more in store for the founder.

Jeremy Tucker: BIG Spinebuster! Takes one of those loose quarters, and grinds it into Souter’s busted forehead, further opening the wound. I think Wilson thinks it’s a choke, because he’s giving it a 5 count! 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – Bruno stops. Back up to his feet – GUTWRENCH SUPLEX! Soutter put down HARD. Bruno standing on his throat! 1 – 2 – 3 – 4! Gets off – and BIG BOOT to the ribs sends Paul rolling out to the floor!

Andrew Fulton: Another gang beating! This time Radu shoving Aztec out of the way, trying to make the save, but there are just too many of them. Soutter stomped away at, and rolled back under the bottom rope.

Jeremy Tucker: Bruno calling for the BRUNODRIVER! He picked up over 200 wins in SWAT backyard with this patented hold! Gets Soutter up in the air – NO! Soutter counters it into an LOW Angle atomic drop!

Andrew Fulton: He dropped and kneed him in the balls, Jerry – call it like it is.

Jeremy Tucker: It’s now Soutters turn to take advantage of the stipulation, as he tosses Bruno out to the friendly lumberjack contingent. ...Who promptly roll Bruno back in.

Andrew Fulton: What no cheap shots?

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter looks pissed about it too – but Radu, Linda and the rest are just doing what good lumberjacks are supposed to do, which is keep the action in the ring.

Andrew Fulton: Unbelievable. Muttering obscenities about the goody two shoes, Soutter turn back just in time to have his eyes gouged by Bruno.

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter throwing a devastating right hook, but he’s blinded, and Bruno ducks under. The KGB enforcer further working the ribs with an abdominal stretch! Reaching out for- like four guys holding his hand for extra leverage? COME ON REF!

Andrew Fulton: Even Blind Wilson sees that one! He kicks the hand away. Well one of them.

Jeremy Tucker: Wilson giving a five count to break the hold! 1 – 2 – 3 – Bruno with a hiptoss sends Paul through the ropes to the floor. On the outside, OCN and Big T holding Soutter’s arms while Armand chokes him. The more level headed lumberjacks being held back, but even that has turned into a shoving match.

Andrew Fulton: Eddie D telling Armand to get out of the way as he takes off his renegade title – looking to use it as a weapon. Soutter being held defenceless, and here comes Eddie looking to brain him-





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*MEGA POP*



Jeremy Tucker: ERIC DANE DROPKICKS THE RENEGADE TITLE INTO EDDIE D’S FACE!!! Eddie D just went down like a ton of bricks! The crowd are on their feet, and Eric Dane showing his true colours – clearly here to support Soutter, or at least fairish play!

Andrew Fulton: Dane picking up the strap, and nailing OCN and Big T with it! Armand charging forwards, and Dane tossing the belt at him!

Jeremy Tucker: Dane deep in enemy territory! Ducks under a closeline by one of the backyard guys – and release belly-to-belly suplex on Eddie clears some room, to get him onto less hostile ground! Eric Dane making an impact – was there ever any doubt.

Andrew Fulton: Soutter sliding back in on his own accord. Bruno charging over, so the Big Bad Bustling Bandit throws a fistful of quarters in his eyes. Bruno momentarily distracted, opens himself up for a clothesline! Doesn’t go down! A second big clothesline! Still standing! Soutter runs back into the ropes to build momentum – Aztec Dracula tries to trip him, so Paul stomps on his arm! Soutter rebounding LARIAT DAMN NEAR TAKES BRUNO’S HEAD OFF!


1!

2!


Jeremy Tucker: Bad Boy Briggs puts Bruno’s leg on the ropes. SO Soutter catches the Bad Boy with a vicious jab! Soutter rolls away before there can be a reprisal. Centering Bruno in the middle of the ring – POWERSLAM!


1!

2!

3?


Andrew Fulton: NO! Shoulder up! Bruno looks unconscious but he’s been waiting for this opportunity for too long to let it go here!

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter gets Bruno up for a DOUBLE HAND CHOKESLAM!


1!

2!

3?

Andrew Fulton: Armand up on the apron running a distraction, and you’d think the referee would expect that – since there are thirty guys at ringside! But he stops the count anyway. At least Blind Wilson is consistent.

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter runs into the ropes with a SPLASH! The force sends Armand flying off! ...But the lumberjacks catch him and toss him back up on the apron.

Andrew Fulton: Not a scratch on him. Nice.

Jeremy Tucker: Before Armand can look too pleased with himself, Soutter rocks him with a VICIOUS HEADBUTT! The lumberjacks move to catch him, but Soutter slingshots Armand in the opposite direction! Armand sent hard to the concrete!

Andrew Fulton: Soutter seems content with that, turns back around to take a football punt to the nuts!

Jeremy Tucker: Bruno trying to pull Soutter into his patented BRUNO DROP , but Paul with the presence of mind to shouldertackle him through the ropes! ...where the pro-Soutter lumberjacks promptly toss Bruno back in, because they’re professionals. Soutter with less than kind words for the crew until Bruno kicks him in the genitals again, giving the bandit something else to curse about.

Andrew Fulton: Soutter punching Bruno in the nuts. Both guys look like they are talking at higher octaves.

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite tossing Bruno a bicycle chain, but as he reaches down for it, Soutter kicks him in the head. And again! Bruno swings with the chain, but Paul side steps it. Knee to the face! Hip attack sets Bruno in position for a DDT! Rather than cover, Soutter drops some elbows. Lifts him up, vertical suplex! Standing leg drop! Another standing leg drop! Pulling Bruno- wheelbarrow suplex! Soutter is on fire!

Andrew Fulton: IRISH WHIP SENDS BRUNO CRASHING HARD INTO THE CORNER!

Jeremy Tucker: SOUTTER CHARGING AFTER HIM WITH A SOUTTERLANCHE!!!!!!!!









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Jeremy Tucker: NO! Bruno still with enough wits about him to backdrop Soutter over the top rope to the floor!

Andrew Fulton: He hit the concrete HARD.

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter in a bad way, and here come the hyenas!

Andrew Fulton: Bad Boy Briggs going for a chairsh- No! Taken away by Matei!

Jeremy Tucker: Matei, Dane, La Fey, Sinstone, hell, even Zousa pushing through the horde! They have formed a protective circle around a very hurt looking Paul Soutter.

Andrew Fulton: Are they nuts? There are like five of them to twenty!

Jeremy Tucker: The numbers not in their favour, but these lumberjacks doing their best to prevent Soutter from suffering permanent injury. Here they come! A valiant effort, but just being overwhelmed!

Andrew Fulton: The KGB and friends all brandishing weapons! Here comes Frostbite with a steel pipe, swinging hard at Soutter – NO! Matei putting his back in the way!

#SMACK#

Jeremy Tucker: The Sacrificial Idol acting as a human shield as Frostbite goes to town with that lead pipe. No love lost between those two. The other members of Soutter’s outfit are in three on one situations themselves, no one to stop-

#SMACK#
#SMACK#
#SMACK#

Jeremy Tucker: Matei continues to act as a barricade, but he’s a bloody mess. That last Frostbite shot looked like it could have broken his jaw. Briggs and Spudz with chairs also trying to get shots in on Soutter, but Matei covering him up.

Andrew Fulton: Eric Dane has gotten Bit T’s baseball bat, at least able to hold his own!

Jeremy Tucker: Matei bleeding out! Their hate definitely resurfaced at the Helloween Cup. For those of you who thought Matei would die in the ring, he seems to be having the last laugh, not even a participant in the match... and covering up a guy he frankly despises. Frostbite lining the pipe up with the temple – and here it comes!







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Andrew Fulton: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





#EARTH SHAKING POP#





Jeremy Tucker: WHAT ARE WE SEEING!




#FLASHBULBS#





Andrew Fulton: What are these idiots cheering about? HE STOLE OUR X*CROWN!





Jeremy Tucker: DEATH TRAP!!! THE MCCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! DEATH TRAP HOPS THE GUARD RAIL, AND YANKS THE PIPE OUT OF FROSTBITE’S HAND! THE CROWD IS ON FIRE! DEATH TRAP IS HERE!!!

Andrew Fulton: Death Trap knocking Frostbite down with that pipe, and doing the same to Briggs!

Jeremy Tucker: The crowd is electric, and Soutter’s lumberjacks turning the tide! Dane and Triple L fighting back the numbers!

Andrew Fulton: Death Trap tossing the pipe at Armand, sends him packing!

Jeremy Tucker: Death Trap now checking on Matei! It looks like HE was Matei’s ringer!

Andrew Fulton: Matei barely able to stand... but with his last bit of strength, tossing Soutter under the ropes. ...because that’s what lumberjacks are supposed to do.

Jeremy Tucker: Death Trap and a barely standing Matei joining a baseball bat swinging Eric Dane and Lucky Linda in what can only be described as a war with the KGB. A massive brawl raging outside the ring, and inside the ring Bruno with that bicycle chain whipping Soutter!

Andrew Fulton: Drawing more blood with those chain strikes, but still finding time to choke the Big Bad Bustling Bandit with it!

Jeremy Tucker: Bruno wrapping the chain around his fist, and punching Soutter in the back of the head. Now lifting him up! BRUNO BOMB!!!!!!!

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2!

3-

Andrew Fulton: So close! Bruno calling for the BRUNO SLAM mark 7!

Jeremy Tucker: Bruno gets Soutter up! -NO! Reversal!




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Jeremy Tucker: SOUTTER SPECIAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





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3!!!!





DING! DING! DING!!

Frank Salazar: The winner of this match as a result of a pinfall,

The Big Bad Bustling Bandit!

PAUL SOUTTTTTTTTTTTTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Huge POP*

Andrew Fulton: Paul Soutter got beaten black and blue by two dozen men, but he still managed to get revenge on his closest friend.

Jeremy Tucker: Meanwhile, the battle still raging on outside the ring! Eric Dane and Death Trap turning a lot of heads. Were these one off appearances? Even if they were, the fans absolutely eating it up!

Andrew Fulton: Officials trying to get a hold of the situation, but there are more wrestlers out there than we have security! Eric Dane with baseball bat in hand, makes his exit – his work here is done.

Jeremy Tucker: Death Trap and a bloody Matei standing strong together.

Andrew Fulton: In the ring, Lucky Linda Le Fay checking on Soutter. The Centre of Attention raising an arm to show his support for all in attendance.

[vastrix]

Backstage in a meeting room, Hehehe, Hahaha, and Gabriel Tuck sit at a table. They look like they have been waiting for some time when the door to the room opens up and allows in a beautiful woman. She has dazzling blonde hair with green highlights as well as a shimmering green dress that allows for a dangerous amount of cleavage. She looks at the three men in the room with her nose slightly crinkled in distaste. Even this action does not take away from her beauty. Gabriel Tuck swallows hard.

Tuck: Esmeralda von Krauss. A pleasure to see you as always.

Esmeralda von Krauss. Wife to Armand von Krauss and owner of many of her own enterprises, including an organization of assassins. She grins as she walks into the room, running her fingertips across Gabriel’s shoulders, and practically purring as she speaks.

Von Krauss: I bet it is a pleasure to see me, dahling. What I do today will only be pleasurable to me.

Esmeralda continues to walk around the room, running her fingers across the shoulders of the twins as they giggle sadistically.

Von Krauss: Gabriel, let’s start with you, dahling. So, as I understand it. Not only did you not get the stock from the Fairtexes, but someone named Angela has beaten us to the stocks?

Tuck: I’m just one man. I can only track down one stockholder at a time.

Von Krauss: I’m not interested in imbecilic excuses, dahling. Now you know who has the remaining stock. Now you know the remaining shareholder.

Tuck: And what? Bring Angela before Armand? I don’t know anything about this Angela-ow!

Esmeralda picks up and throws a stapler at Gabriel, hitting him in the shoulder. He clutches at his shoulder, angry, but not daring to say anything.

Von Krauss: Have you already forgotten? SWAT shareholders are a matter of public record, dahling. Look Angela up. Bring her before my husband and we will handle the rest.

Gabriel rubs his shoulder, looking down at the table while gritting his teeth.

Tuck: Alright shit! I’ll look her up and then grab her. I mean, you’re here now. Why don’t you grab her or have one of your Justice people do it?

Esmeralda von Krauss places both of her hands on the table.

Von Krauss: Then, what would we be paying you to be doing, dahling? We give your petty little life meaning.

The twisted twins giggle as Gabriel is being dressed down. Esmeralda snaps her head to look in their direction with an expression of such cold fury that the twins are silenced. Gabriel grips the side of the table tight, his anger at being shamed nearly overwhelming.

Tuck: I give my life meaning, bitch! I just work for you fuckers! You don’t sca-

Esmeralda is across the table, knocking both Gabriel and the chair down, slipping a knife from his sleeve, and holding it to Gabriel’s throat.

Von Krauss: Mark your words with care, dahling. Ich kann dich beenden, bevor du weißt, dass du tot bist.

A calm comes over Gabriel as if he were ready to accept his death.

Tuck: I don’t speak German, but I get it. You’ll kill me. I suppose that I could be more polite.

Hehehe and Hahaha giggle madly as they watch the scene unfold. Clearly, they are expecting to see Gabriel bleed out on the floor.

Esmeralda smiles, standing up.

Von Krauss: Don’t let it happen again.

She looks to the twins, who go silent again and actually start to look worried. If we haven’t mentioned it yet, each of the twins stand roughly 5’4” and are about as wide as they are tall in the over three hundred pound range. By the math, they should be able to easily take down Esmeralda, but they sit in their chairs looking nervous as she walks over to stand behind them.

Von Krauss: Now, my dahlings. My husband sent you out to end Psychotic Goth.

Hehehe: That would-

Hahaha: Be correct.

Von Krauss: I do not hear reports that Goth’s injuries were so grave that he had to retire forever. Goth is fine. Vampira is fine save for a few bite wounds and bruises. You let Pequeno Dinosaurio interfere in what you were doing and things devolved from there. Pathetic. I don’t see why Gabriel puts up with the likes of you two…

Hehehe and Hahaha look to each other before they look to Esmeralda.

Hehehe: We and Sticky are the only clowns left alive from his gang.

Hahaha: We are better than the rest. We’re not dead.

Von Krauss: I suppose that is true enough, but if you fail again...I may not be able to protect you from Armand’s wrath.

Hehehe: We will not-

Hahaha: Fail you again.

Esmeralda von Krauss walks to the end of the table and lights up an Egyptian cigarette like her husband, except for the fact that it is placed in an ornate ivory foot long holder. She blows smoke into the air.

Von Krauss: I sent Sticky to another company to work. You three are going to have to pick up the slack or be cut from the team.

With that, Esmeralda walks out of the meeting room, smoke trailing behind her.

Gabriel slams his fist on the table.

Tuck: FUCK!

Hahaha: What does it mean-

Hehehe: To be cut from the team?

Gabriel sighs, lighting his own cigarette.

Tuck: Normally, it means you would be fired. I think she means to kill us.

Hehehe: I don’t want to die!

Hahaha: Me neither!

Tuck: Don’t fuck up. Come on, boys. We have work to do.

[Lucky Linda]

“Holy Cow!” Lucky Linda is in the dressing room now following the lumberjack match. “Death Trap here in SWAT! Annnd Eric Dane.” Linda adjusts the laces on her boots. “You know, so long as it wasn’t the Fireboy I really didn’t care who was coming here, but Damn! When Radu said he was mending a bridge Paul had broken, well, obviously the mind jumps right to his hanger on tag team partner. Not this one. The other one. But yeah, Death Trap! Nice work Rad. Nice work indeed.”

Linda turns to camera two. “One down. Two to go. That’s SWAT Classic taking out THE KGB and The Amazons Champion Blaze Freya. And then, the big one, El Combatiente taking down ‘The Golden God’ Rally Jackson.” Linda smiles to the camera.

“I don’t know if you have jumped in with the Bandits or not Blaze. What I do know is you are one tremendous wrestler. You could be anything here. You don’t need them jackals leeching from you. What you do need though, if you want to hold that belt, MY belt! Is to keep showing the world what you can do and who you are. If you think you can rest on your laurels, I have news for you, you are sadly mistaken.” Linda glares into the camera, focus and determination exuding from her.

“Know this though Freya. Whether you are with them Bandits or not. Whether you think you have done enough here to now phone it in or want to keep showing us what you have to date and that you really are the real deal. Know THIS! I don’t phone it in. Never. I am here, week in week out. Show in, show out. Match after match after match. I win some and I lose some, but I never stop trying. I never stop working, and the harder I work, the luckier I get!”

Linda runs her fingers thru her short red locks. “I WILL get back that Amazons Belt! I WILL win the No Man’s Land tournament in January! I hope its against the best Blaze Freya there can be, I hope we battle it out for years to come here. Show me Blaze! Show me and the SWAT fans that you deserve to wear MY Belt!” Linda is on a role. “Show us you are not some flash in the pan like Rebecca Brookes and those other no attention span, one hit wonders!”

“As for you Armand and the rest of the KGB!” Linda points at the camera. “We are not done with you. For years we have watched the Bandits run rough shod over this great place. Now, we unite and we say NO MORE! We tried it last year and Frostbite swerved the fed and joined the bad guys. Everyone wants to be a bad guy. Not any more! Today is the age of the GOOD GUY!”

“Today we don’t only draw the Battle Line! We cross that line and we crush you Armand and your Bandits and Blaze with you!” Linda balls her fist as she says crush and then takes a seat in a nearby chair.

“Paragon of Sleaze. As for you and your answer next week” Linda strums her fingers along the arm of the chair. “I eagerly await your acceptance. Call me.” She does the finger and thumb to the ear thingy and we fade.

[edwarddubin0604]

(Psychotic Goth is in the infirmary with his wife Vampira who is lying on the bed as Psychotic Goth looks into the camera snarling despite the pain he remains standing.)

Psychotic Goth: "Armand you once again try to eliminate me and once again you have failed. You went after Pequeno Dinosaurio as well because he showed honor. Yes he could have taken the cheap victory but he chose to do the honorable thing and helped Vampira. Pequeno Dinosaurio I am indebted to you and since we have a rematch coming that debt shall be repaid when we step between the ropes.  If you need help call on me and I shall be there for you.  I may be evil but when it comes to paying a debt. I keep my word. "

(He roars in Lenape dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "As for you Armand and your incompetent fools who tried to end my career. You can see that I'm still standing and I shall always remain standing and believe me Armand I'm going to be an eternal nightmare. You know what nightmares always do. They never go away and they never and I mean never go away."

(Psychotic Goth laughs maniacally.)

Psychotic Goth: "Oh your clowns thought they are immortal because they were bitten by my wife Vampira. You probably think that you can return to normal because you assaulted my wife."

(He laughs maniacally again as Vampira suddenly opens her eyes and slowly rises from the table.)

Vampira: "So HAHAHA and HEHEHE you thought you killed or eliminated me. Yet I still live and I shall never forgive either. You forgot one thing that makes me more terrifying than you realize and that is I also know how to hurt you even more than you realize."

(She hisses like a vampire.)

Vampira: "I can also curse you all The von Krauss's, Gabriel and your clowns as well. Now I know you are non believers and probably will try to fight it with some cheap swami or exorcist or priest to try and ward it off. Let them try and see what really happens when you fool with me. You know what they say about darkness and horror. You know what they say about the terrors of one's soul. It can drive you insane. It can lead to making ill advised decisions that you shall regret forever and forever."

(Vampira shoots her head upwards and hisses as blood spews out like a volcano.)

Vampira; "Would you like that Armand. You don't know the true horrors I can bring upon you and The KGB. There's already a curse on The KGB Armand and everyone you know is cursed. Do not make it worse for them and yourself but then again I know you shall be the fool. Decide the course you want to take Armand and choose wisely. You shall have to walk it for all eternity and you shall live with your choice forever."

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

Psychotic Goth: "Let this be a warning to you Armand to never start something you can not finish. Give up your quest to steal SWAT from Soutter
and stick with what you have and that's those tag team championships if you still keep those championships. Maybe we shall curse you tonight just to show you we mean business. Thus we have spoken and thus it shall become reality."

(Vampira claps her hands together and a blast of dark clouds blast upwards making them disappear and the scene slowly fades to black.)

[Deleted]

The man that would be SWAT Television Champion sat in a black steel folding chair, practically being badgered by his agent. “Why couldn’t you just hit Goth and win again?” Vanessa wasn’t dishonourable, she just couldn’t grasp why her client had chosen a fight that wasn’t his over what looked like a sure victory and a championship win.

Shaking his head, “I told you. If I just let those clowns interfere and attack Vampira, I wouldn’t have felt like I won the championship on my own. Honour es importante para un técnico.”

On some level she understood, but at such a pivotal stage of his career, a title would have grabbed headlines. The honour could be built, what about prestige and money? “All the things he said about you. He is your enemy…”

Cutting her off, there was nothing she could say. Anything he did would be associated with his father. He couldn’t afford to damage the name of Tiranosaurio. His quest to take over the mantle would mean holding himself to a higher standard than other rookies, even other tecnico. “Doesn’t matter Vanessa, just like you have a reputation to protect in your family business. So do I.” His father was not just a legendary luchador, he was a legendary tecnico. A true tecnico.

Tiranosaurio had never even hinted at turning rudo, not once throughout his incredible career. His son was looking to emulate his father’s virtue. He wanted to be the white Knight, or green knight as the case may be.

Conversely, Vanessa’s father was known as a stone cold businessman. A ruthless negotiator. A self made man who built his empire around his star client and childhood friend, Tiranosaurio.

Both men had fought tooth and nail to get where they were, theirs was a bond that transcended business arrangements or contracts. Now their children would work together.

Dinosaurio would be Vanessa’s first client, she would guide the business side of his career. They would both carry on the legacies of their fathers, together.

Nodding her head, Vanessa was frustrated but knew there was no point. She remembered similar conversations she’d overheard between their fathers and smiled. “Fine, let’s focus on the next match. SWAT must have liked what they saw since they immediately rebooked the match for the next show. You never won, but you never lost either…”

Anything else Vanessa might have said was lost as Dinosaurio’s phone rang. Practically knocking her over as he lunged for his bag. “Papa?” He answered, expecting the masked face of his father. Instead he received, “You can call me daddy if you want, but that’ll make things awkward when Vanessa starts calling me it too!”

For a moment pure confusion swept over his face, until the realization set in. Thick British accent, Mexican speech cadence, sixteen year old American sense of humour. “Oso?”

It wasn’t Tiranosaurio calling to congratulate him on his debut, it was "el oso de la mala influencia"…it was “The bad influence bear”, Unión Jack.

Wearing a blue, bear themed mask with red and white fur accents for his name sake, over top was a pair of oversized dinosaur pyjamas in tribute to his friend. A beer bottle was in his free hand.

“Cracker of debut against the tall pale lass Lizzy.” Tipping it in a ‘cheers’, Jack finished the bottle.

Smiling, Dinosaurio missed the rare British luchador. ‘Lizzy’ was taken from calling him Lizard once he adopted his mask, returning the favour; ‘oso’ or ‘bear’ was practically all the young luchador referred to his friend as.

Sent to Mexico to finish his training by his family, the third generation wrestler had a wild streak a mile wide causing him issues on the British independent scene and causing his family no small measure of problems, it would be called a ‘talent exchange’, though no one could name the luchador who went to England in Jack’s place.

“Gracious amigo. It would have been better if I had won, but thank you my friend.” Ever polite, the young man was acting as though he hadn’t been a hair’s length from being champion just an hour or so ago.

“Oy, you cost yourself that one mate! Had you hit your frog splash inside the ring, you’d have the strap. That’s what you get for being a fine upstanding citizen. Next time win the damned match. Look I ain’t got much time but wanted to say congrats on a great fight. Go get that strap next time! Send Vanessa me love and tell her I might just see her real soon.”

Noticeably cringing at the thought of Jack returning, the usually cool Vanessa is motioning that ‘she’s not there’ as Dinosaurio nods.

“Thank you my friend. Stay safe oso.” With the video chat ended, he now would be left to his own thoughts during a long shower. Did he make the right decision? Psychotic Goth certainly wouldn’t have made the same choice, but did that matter? He’d get another chance to find out.

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Coming up is our SWAT Renegade title match between Eddie D and Keith Williams.

Andrew Fulton: Eddie probably not in the best mood after his earlier kerfuffle with Jonnie Valentine during Suit's Suite. He'll be looking to make an example of Mr. Williams to send a message to Jonnie and anyone else who tries to embarrass the KGB.

Jeremy Tucker: Keith Williams impressed during the 2020 Helloween Cup to the point where he got this title shot. He's a former FWA Anarchy Champion, a two time AWF Around the Clock Champion, a two time NWW Tag Team Champion, an NWW British Champion, PWK K-Crown Champion, a FIW Dual Crown Champion, and a two time FIW World Tag Team Champion.

[The arena is plunged into darkness as "When the Levee Breaks" by Led Zeppelin echoes out of the speakers, triggering the attention of those in attendance to the stage where dark blue lights have started to flash in rhythm to the music.

If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break When the levee breaks I'll have no place to stay

As the tempo of the song picks up, it can barely be seen that someone has made their way out in the pitch black, planting themselves in the middle of the stage. The lights return and we're shown the back of Keith Williams as he's pointing at what's on his clothing. He's noticeably wearing a black denim vest with patches of bands on the front, the words "Paragon of Sleaze" printed on the back in a death metal/black metal stylized font, and directly below this is a giant mustache graphic. Williams spins around, stroking his mustache and gleefully taking a look out at the crowd. ]

Jeremy Tucker: Here he is, in all his glory, The Paragon of Sleaze.

Andrew Fulton: Oi, I see a bit of meself in this one. (lights his cigarette)

Jeremy Tucker: You are pretty sleazy.

Andrew Fulton: Bugger off, I was referring to his sense of style. His je ne sais quoi. His savoir faire. That mustache. You know the last time I had a mustache was when that cheeky twat drew one on all me wanted posters. I should try growing one. Maybe Keith and I could be mates.

Jeremy Tucker: I'm sure you could.

[He slowly saunters his way down the rampway to ringside, taking his time to taunt fans on either side of him. As he reaches the ring, Keith goes to enter by rolling under the bottom rope, but hesitates for a moment to thrust against it to the beat of the song, eventually getting to his feet and treating everyone with another round of mustache strokes for good measure. He mounts the turnbuckle nearest to him, hopping up to the middle rope and posing with his arms spread wide. As the music dies down, KW abandons his post and tosses his vest to a company stooge on the outside]

Jeremy Tucker: At the last show, Keith Williams invited Eddie D to join the stable The ReVenants as their muscle.

Andrew Fulton: The KGB has me as their muscle so that doesn't even make any sense.

Jeremy Tucker: You had to call in sick the other day because you pulled a muscle coughing. Now Keith looks to take his SWAT Renegade Championship from Eddie D in his second match in the company.

Andrew Fulton: That's a tall order. Eddie D has arms that block out the sun, and as dismissive as Keith has been about the roster here, he hasn't exactly had the lay of the land here yet.

Jeremy Tucker: He's definitely out for himself as we saw when he broke the pinfall up with his teammate "Lucky" Linda La Fey's pin attempt at Helloween In A Cell in Salem, Massachusetts last month. Earlier this evening he read a horribly insulting "apology" to the rest of the SWAT roster.

Andrew Fulton: I for one thought it was a very heartfelt apology.

Jeremy Tucker: How so?

Andrew Fulton: They do suck.

Jeremy Tucker: He also once again asked Eddie to join The ReVenants, we'll see if The Big Deal takes him up on it.

Frank Salazar: "The following match is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit and it is for the SWAT Renegade Championship! Featuring first, the challenger from Raleigh, North Carolina; Standing 6 feet 3 inches; Weighing 263 pounds; He is 'THE PARADIGM OF SLEAZE" KEITH WILLIAMS!!!"

[The Philadelphia fans boo and jeer as taking to practicing his elbows in the corner]

Cave by Muse blares and Eddie D walks out with a black and white montage video playing on the screens of him weight training and hitting his favourite moves on people, flashing up in negative to the beat of the music. The Phllly fans get on the SWAT Renegade Champion Eddie D walks out. He threatens to backhand a couple of mouthy fans)

Andrew Fulton: Here comes the SWAT Renegade Champion, Arnold Schwarzenegger's close personal friend, Eddie D. He defeated the current SWAT World Heavyweight Champion "The Golden God" Rally Jackson for that title back in August in Atlanta at the Adrian Tanner/Reginald Packer Memorial show.

(A middle aged guy with a ponytail in a Flyers jersey has a sign that says "Mr. Run-In" and Eddie D stops in his tracks. He stares at the guy until he wilts from the pressure. Eddie grabs the sign and tears it up in the Flyer fan's face while the guy frowns)

Jeremy Tucker: That's true, Andy. At Korueken Hall in Japan, he defended it against "Warpig" Andrew Stone.

(An aggressive woman has a "KGB Sucks" sign and Eddie tosses that one to the ground as well. An intense chubby man yells "Fuck you, Eddie!" and Eddie gets in his face and yells, "Fuck you, fat guy!" A few fans laugh and the rest boo the SWAT Renegade Champion as he confidently and slowly walks to the ring)

Andrew Fulton: In Toronto, Eddie D was part of a six man tag team that defeated The Society of the New Breed. Now the blue chipper of the KGB looks to dispatch this outsider coming in with his superior strength and power.

Jeremy Tucker: Eddie D says he's aware of the hype

Frank Salazar : "And his opponent hailing from Vernon, California, USA. Standing 6 feet tall; Weighing 303 pounds, He is The Current SWAT RENEGADE CHAMPION.... 'THE BIG DEAL' EDDIE D!!!")

(The Philadelphia crowd boos Eddie D as he raises the SWAT Renegade Championship to accept the praise he feels he is due, but the 2300 Arena erupts in a chorus of jeers. Referee Tommy Milligan signals for the bell)

Jeremy Tucker: Eddie D and Keith Williams circle one another looking for the lock up. Eddie goes in for a tie-up but Willams steps through the second rope to the floor below.

(The fans boo, Keith Williams points to his head and struts around ringside. Tommy Milligan demands Keith gets back in the ring, but Keith walks from side to side trying to get an angle on Eddie D)

Andrew Fulton: Keith Williams trying to get inside the head of Eddie D early on here, but Eddie has the high ground so far.

Jeremy Tucker: The Paragon Of Sleaze not back in the ring, but ordering Tommy Milligan to keep Eddie D in the center of the ring, and Eddie obliges.

Andrew Fulton: Williams back inside the ring, and Eddie D catches him with a collar and elbow tie-up. Eddie backs Keith back into the corner with that incredible power, but Williams sticks his head through the ropes, causing Milligan to call for a break from the SWAT Renegade Champion.

(The audience jeers Williams as he guards his head and face from attack with a front guard while Tommy Milligan pries Eddie D away from the corner. Williams ducks his head back into the ring as the referee backs Eddie into the middle of the ring. "Get him back!" Keith Williams bellows)

Jeremy Tucker: Eddie D and Keith Williams lock back up. Eddie D does a go behind and grabs a hammerlock. He pulls up on Williams' chicken winged arm, trying to hyperextend the elbow.

(Williams grunts in pain, and tries to back elbow Eddie, but he ducks and maintains the hammerlock. Keith Williams walks forward to the ropes, and ducks his head through the ropes. Tommy Milligan tells Eddie D he has to release the hammerlock, and starts laying in the five count until he does)

Andrew Fulton: Keith Williams slowly ventures back out into the center of the ring, and then locks up with Eddie D. Both men jockeying for position, until Eddie D grabs a front facelock.

Jeremy Tucker: Those huge forearms of Eddie D allowing him to choke off Williams' air, while leaning back to apply maximum pressure. Keith Williams plants his feet and lifts Eddie up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry position. He starts spinning around and round, until depositing The Big Deal in an airplane spin!

Andrew Fulton: Don't see that move much! You can almost smell the cigar smoke and segregation of the old time arenas where the airplane spin once ruled.

Jeremy Tucker: A dizzy Eddie gets to his feet but is able to duck the reverse knife edge by Keith Williams. Eddie grabs him from behind with a standing chinlock. The Big Deal grabs Williams by the hair to the mat into a reverse chinlock.

(The fans boo so loud it causes Tommy Milligan to ask Eddie D if he pulled Keith's hair. He shakes his head and looks incredulous. Eddie D locks his hands together and chokes up on Keith's throat and neck)

Andrew Fulton: Eddie D flattens out to put more pressure on the back of Keith Williams' neck with that reverse chinlock. Tommy Milligan checks in but Keith shakes his head, refusing to quit.

Jeremy Tucker: Keith Williams scrambles his way into a sitting position. He works his way to his feet while Eddie D hangs onto to that reverse chinlock. The Paragon of Sleaze elbows Eddie in the stomach. A second elbow smash to Eddie's midsection gets him to release the reverse chinlock.

Andrew Fulton: Williams pops Eddie D in the jawline with a european uppercut. Eddie D answers with a snap jab. Keith Williams with another european uppercut.

Jeremy Tucker: Eddie backs up and pops Keith Williams with a quick jab. Keith Williams hits Eddie D with reverse knife edge chop. Eddie D smashes Keith Williams with a forearm to the jaw!

(The Philly crowd lets out a collective "OH!" Keith Williams whacks Eddie D with another knife edge and the fans give him a "WOO!!" Eddie D pounds another forearm into the side of Keith's head to get another "OH!!" Williams responds with a chop that gets a "WOO!!")

Jeremy Tucker: Eddie D ducks another reverse knife edge chop and scoops him up into a bodyslam. He grabs Keith by the hair and rakes his boot laces across Williams' eyes!

(The 2300 Arena boos as Williams covers his eyes in pain. Eddie pulls him onto his feet and irish whips him but Keith reverses it and shoots him into the ropes)

Andrew Fulton: Keith Williams ducks down for a backdrop but Eddie catches him with a kneelift! Eddie D scoops him up and drops him into a gutbuster.

Jeremy Tucker: Keith Williams holds his stomach in pain. Eddie D steps on Keith's throat with all of his 303 pounds and holds the rope, choking him with the bottom of his boot!

(The fans deride Eddie D for cheating, but he sneers back at them.Tommy Millgan lays in the count, and Eddie waits until four before he gets off of the throat of Keith Williams)

Jeremy Tucker: Eddie D pulls Keith Williams up into a suplex, but Keith blocks it with his boot. Williams rolls back into a small package, and he's holding the bottom rope for leverage!

Referee: 1...2...(Tommy Milligan notices Keith Williams holding on to the ropes)

Andrew Fulton: Tommy Milligan just catching that before we had a new SWAT Renegade Champion!

Jeremy Tucker: Keith Williams grabs Eddie D by the arm and drops down into a fujiwara armbar! He grinds his bodyweight into the back of Eddie's shoulder blade, while pulling up on his forearm and elbow.

(The Philadelphia crowd boos as Tommy Milligan checks in. Eddie D refuses to tap out, while Keith Williams cranks up on his arm, trying to break the elbow. Eddie crawls over to the side of the ring and grabs the bottom rope, forcing Milligan to tell Keith Williams to break the fujiwara armbar)

Andrew Fulton: Williams pulls Eddie away from the ropes, and then twists his arm. Eddie reverses the arm twist and turns it into a wristlock.

Jeremy Tucker: Eddie D gives Keith Williams arm another twist, really putting some punishment on his elbow and wrist. The SWAT Renegade Champion now hammers the ball of Keith's shoulder with an elbow strike.

Andrew Fulton: Eddie gives Keith Williams another elbow to his aching shoulder. He grabs two handfuls of Keith's hair and runs his eyes along the top rope!

(The audience jeers as Keith Williams clutches his eyes in pain. Eddie D twists Williams' arm again. This time, Keith reverses the arm twist. He gives Eddie's arm a second, slower twist)

Jeremy Tucker: Keith Williams grabs a front facelock while maintaining the chicken wing. He drops down into a hammerlock and then DDTs him!!

(The Philadelphia fans boo as Eddie clutches his elbow, while kicking his toes into the mat. Keith Williams grabs his arm and turns into another arm twist. Williams begs off and asks him not to twist it again)

Andrew Fulton: Williams gives Eddie's arm another painful twist, but Eddie pulls him into a shortarm clothesline, nearly turning him inside out!!

(The 2300 has to give it up for that clothesline with a big round of applause. Eddie D pulls Wiliams back up to his feet, and then irish whips him into the ropes. Eddie drops Keith Williams hard with a shoulderblock, getting an "OH!!" out of the crowd)

Andrew Fulton: Did you see that, Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker: I certainly did. Eddie D winces from the pain in his shoulder, shaking his arm out a little. Eddie now drops down and rests his shin across Keith Williams' throat, choking him. Come on!

(Tommy Milligan accuses Eddie of choking Keith, which Eddie vehemently denies. Tommy maintains that it is, but Eddie shaking his head, saying he's just resting. Tommy says "If you're resting why...wait a second.")

Jeremy Tucker: Tommy Milligan now giving Eddie the five count but he lost precious seconds arguing with him. He gets to four before Eddie finally lets his shin off of Keith's windpipe.

Andrew Fulton: Eddie D now pummelling Keith Williams with punches, as Tommy gives him another five count to break it.

(Eddie D stands up and soaks in the boos while Milligan threatens him, prompting Eddie to yell "Shut up!" at the cowering referee. Eddie pulls Williams up into a DDT, but Keith lifts him into a fireman's carry)

Jeremy Tucker: Keith Williams spinning Eddie round and round in an airplane spin, making the SWAT Renegade Champion dizzy, before depositing him on his back!

Andrew Fulton: Williams sets him up and then nearly snap suplexes him out of his boots. He climbs to the top turnbuckle, and when Eddie gets to his feet, hits him between the eyes with a double ax handle!

(The Philadelphia crowd jeers Keith Williams. Williams pulls Eddie up into a headlock, but Eddie grabs Keith's ankle, and lifts him up into a kneebreaker atomic drop. Another one makes Keith hobble but Eddie grabs a full nelson)

Jeremy Tucker: Eddie D full nelson bombs Keith, nearly shooting his spine through the top of his head!

Andrew Fulton: Eddie shoots Williams into the ropes, but Keith comes back with a bicycle kick!

(Both men lie on the mat, exhausted. Keith Williams is the first to his feet. He ties up Eddie's legs and turns him over into a texas cloverleaf)

Jeremy Tucker: Keith Williams pulling back on Eddie's pretzeled legs with his arms, bending Eddie's spine into a U shape. He starts stomping the back of Eddie's head to increase the pain.

Andrew Fulton: Tommy Milligan checking in to see if Eddie wants to give up his SWAT Renegade Championship, but no sale.

(Keith Williams releases the texas cloverleaf. He lifts the 300 pounder up into a suplex, but then drills his head into the mat with a brainbuster)

Jeremy Tucker: Williams pulls Eddie up and runs into the ropes, but Eddie catches him in a bearhug.

Andrew Fulton: Eddie D clasps his hands around the small of Keith's back and squeezes those boa constrictor like arms, using that broad chest to crush Williams' ribs.

(Williams cries out in pain but refuses to give up to Tommy Milligan. Eddie clamps down on the bearhug and Williams seems to pass out. Milligan lifts Keith's arm, but he keeps it up and the match continues)

Jeremy Tucker: Keith Williams hits Eddie with some chops to the neck and side of the head, to get him to release the bearhug.

Andrew Fulton: Eddie picks Keith up in a side suplex, but Keith rolls up over his shoulder onto his feet. But Eddie mule kicks Keith between the eyes when he turns around!

(The 2300 Arena lets out a collective "OH!!" Eddie D says the same will happen to a mouthy fan at ringside. He pulls Keith up and shoots him into the corner. Eddie charges in with a clothesline, but Keith moves)

Jeremy Tucker: Eddie D staggers backwards out of the corner, and Keith Williams catches him with a german suplex!

Referee: 1...2...(Eddie D rolls his shoulder up)

Jeremy Tucker: Keith Williams fireman's carries Eddie up onto his shoulders and then sits him on the top turnbuckle. He gets a running start and hits him with a lariot that knocks him to the floor below!! Off With Their Head!

(The crowd boos. Eddie D lays in a heap on the floor)

Andrew Fulton: The SWAT Renegade Champion landed somewhat awkwardly there. Keith Williams standing on the apron now. He gets a running start, jumps off and grabs Eddie's head in a tornado DDT but Eddie reverses it into a spinebuster on the concrete!!

Jeremy Tucker: Keith's head bounced off the concrete there! He's on dream street. Eddie rolls Keith back into the ring and follows him in under the ropes. He shoots Keith into the turnbuckles, and then charges in with a kneelift!

Andrew Fulton: Eddie D grabs Keith Williams with his patented full nelson! He locks his fingers together and presses Williams' head down, pressing his chin into his chest.

Jeremy Tucker: Tommy Milligan checking in but Eddie D whipping Keith Williams from side to side, not allowing him to get his balance. Wait, who is that?

("Kind of a Big Deal" Jonnie Valentine is standing at the top of the ramp and the Philadelphia crowd roars! Jonnie is wearing a satin jacket with "Kind of a Big Deal" written on the back in cursive. Eddie continues thrashing Keith Williams from side to side in the full nelson)

Andrew Fulton: Oh bugger, what's he doing here?

Jeremy Tucker: Eddie D blindsided Jonnie on Soutter's Suite earlier this evening...

Andrew Fulton: For interrupting his promo time, what do people not understand about that?

Jeremy Tucker: Jonnie Valentine may be looking to restart the fight they had earlier.

Andrew Fulton: He better not, this is a championship match! Eddie D's now noticed Jonnie out of the corner of his eye, but he's maintaining that full nelson.

(Jonnie walks down to the ring slowly as fans crane over the railings trying to touch him. Eddie, holding onto the full nelson, yells out of the side of his mouth, "What do you want?" Jonnie slowly starts unzipping his jacket)

Jeremy Tucker: What's Jonnie doing?

Andrew Fulton: Seems to be unzipping his jacket. Seems pretty routine to me.

(Jonnie takes off his jacket to reveal he has another jacket on underneath)

Jeremy Tucker: He's got another satin jacket!

Andrew Fulton: What?? You can't do that! We've got bloody rules! This is a society we live in for christ sakes!

(Jonnie turns around and his jacket says "Mr. Run-In")

Jeremy Tucker: It says "Mr. Run-In"! Jonnie's going to interfere!

Andrew Fulton: No! He can't wear that jacket!

Jeremy Tucker: Eddie D yelling at Jonnie to come on and do it already, but Keith Williams runs up the turnbuckles, flips backwards, trapping Eddie onto his shoulders while Eddie maintains the full nelson!

Referee: 1...2...3!!!

(The fans leap to their feet in celebration and "When the Levee Breaks" by Led Zeppelin plays through the 2300 Arena. Eddie D argues with Tommy Milligan who keeps counting to three)

Andrew Fulton: No! He wore two jackets! This decision can't stand!

Jeremy Tucker: Eddie D took his focus off of Keith Williams and it cost him the SWAT Renegade Championship!

Frank Salazar: "THE WINNER OF THE MATCH, AND NEW SWAT RENEGADE CHAMPION..."THE PARADIGM OF SLEAZE' KEITH WILLIAMS!!!"

(The crowd cheers on Eddie D's misery as Tommy Milligan hands Keith Williams his championship belt. Jonnie Valentine smirks and backs up the aisleway. Keith Williams stands on the second turnbuckle raising the belt over his head)

Jeremy Tucker: Keith Williams has won the SWAT Renegade title his second night in the company. He seems to have a rocket ship tied to his back!

Andrew Fulton: (lights his cigarette) You don't wear two jackets, there's just an unwritten rule in this industry.

(Eddie D rolls out of the ring and slaps the apron. He kicks the ring steps, making a loud metallic rattle that rings through the 2300 Arena. Inside the ring, Keith Williams slings the belt over his shoulder and celebrates his big win)
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[Venom 🕷]

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

Javier: I know you people are probably wondering why we’re out here right now. There’s still another match before my client takes center stage and finally gets his hand on the a top title something he’s been dreaming of since his first run in the XHF ended so abruptly. Well it’s simple, my client wanted to do a few things before his match tonight, congratulate his friend Soutter in his win, wish the best of luck to his other friends Radu and Linda before their match next right here in this ring.

Huge pop from the crowd and Javier waits for them to calm down.

Javier: And to make it clear he’s not happy I kept making fat jokes about Rally earlier today... You see, my client has finally figured out what a lot of us can never figure out, where the hell the SAP button is. So he watched our promo from earlier today after he watched Rally try to kiss and make up with his friends because he realized he is indeed nothing without them and he wasn’t happy with me and wanted to clear the air. So without further a du, I present to you my client, the future SWAT World Heavyweight Champion, EL COMBATIENTE!

Javier hands the mic over to his client as the crowd goes nuts. Even though most of them wont understand what he’s saying here in Philadelphia they are excited to hear from him.

El Combatiente: Hola fans de SWAT. Estoy feliz de estar aquí esta noche con la oportunidad de representar a esta compañía como campeona. Todos ustedes me llevan a ser un luchador mejor. Por desgracia, no estoy aquí para hablar con ustedes, estoy aquí para hablar con el Rally Jackson. Quiero despejar el aire después de los comentarios realizados por mi gerente Javier. No creo que estés gordo.
Hello fans of SWAT. I am happy to be here tonight with the chance to represent this company as the top champion. All of you people drive me to be a better wrestler. Alas I am not here to talk to you people, I am here to talk to Rally Jackson. I want to clear the air after the comments made by my manager Javier. I do not think you are fat.

EC pauses and Javier reaches for the mic hoping that’s it and he can go back to doing his job as the mouth piece of the duo, but EC pulls the mic back towards his lips and continues.

El Combatiente: No, no creo que estés gordo, creo que eres un atleta igual que yo. No somos el mismo atleta. Lo que yo tengo en la velocidad que tiene en el poder. Lo que tengo con agilidad es lo que tienes con astucia. Ambos tenemos experiencia a nuestro lado. Mientras yo no he estado en el ring mientras ustedes tenemos a ambos trabajando toda nuestra vida para llegar a este punto. Así que mientras mi gerente aquí cree que eres una gorda mancha que no puede igualar conmigo y seguramente no puede ganar sin tus amigos Sé que eres un atleta que estará listo para nuestro partido esta noche. Te doy las gracias por lo que sin duda será un partido para las edades y espero con interés sacudir tu mano después de que te quite tu título.
No, I don’t think you are fat, I think you are an athlete just like me. We are not the same athlete for sure. What I have in speed you have in power. What I have in agility you have in cunning. We both have experience on our side. While I haven’t been in the ring as long as you we have both working our entire lives to get to this point. So while my manager here thinks you are a fat slob who cannot match up with me and surely cannot win without your friends I know you are an athlete that will be ready for our match tonight. I thank you for what will certainly be a match for the ages and look forward to shaking your hand after I take your title away from you.

Javier smiles at the confidence of his client as he is handed the mic back.

Javier: I’m sure you would all like to know what my client said since you don’t have the SAP button like the folks at home. Well, he said, that fat fuck doesn’t stand a chance.

Javier continues smiling and tosses the mic as “To Live and Die in LA” plays again and the two exit the ring.