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Post by radu on Nov 15, 2020 16:08:06 GMT -5
From the desk of Lucerio Villaini... "Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition Backyard division is delighted to see a number of its talents being utilized in the upcoming ANZAC Cup, including our TWINSTAR Champions Funny Business, and founder Vile "Vince" Viper bringing up local talent, Anonymoose. With the two front runners of the tournament calling Backyard home, we could not be more excited for the event in question. Despite these noted additions, there are still hundreds of Backyard prospects who have been given the cold shoulder to make space for many Atlantic Coast filler, along with redundant West Coast jobbers, and outside scabs. As a result we will be offering a showcase match to set the record straight for the many SWAT audience members who have been misinformed about our professionalism. More so than any other SWAT Region, Backyard has always prided itself on his fostering of tag team talent. So while the two teams involved are the cream of the crop, we have been left with dozens of pairs left out of the program. We have decided that our showcase contest should represent this Tag Team Spirit forged in the bloody grassy rings of lawns across America. Following a series of trials, two teams were selected for this showcase. "Tumbleweed" Bill Stokes - the East Texas journeyman with over four decades experience in the ring, recently came out of retirement for a series of riot creating performances against D. Bones. The Dread Lord Dinosaur Bones - an undead giant reptile skeleton indy darling who has been chewing up the competition like lawyers in a washroom, impressed all with his recent tag work. The cowboy and lizard find common ground as The Extinction Connection. Their opponents have been a staple of Backyard since our reopening, rocking hard like only natives of Samoa can, DJ Tooki and The BEEF form The Samoan HIT Parade. Sup? With a hard hitting style and heavy beats to match, these wild party animals have been endearing themselves to our fans. Mix Tapes for everyone! Either group could easily win the tournament, but can they steal the show? For two teams as colourful as these, only one stipulation would do. It is our great pleasure in announcing that the showcase will be held under spotlight rules. It has been over a decade since this type of contest was performed, and is the first time in North America, so bring your airhorns for what is sure to be a spot to remember." The Anzac Cup 2018 SWAT BACKYARD SHOWCASE Spot Light Match Extinction Connection vs. The Samoan Hit Parade
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Post by radu on Nov 15, 2020 16:09:02 GMT -5
[The Mount Vea Nightclub in Apia, Samoa is rougher than most, so as the forth brawl of the hour breaks out, it falls on our plus sized protagonist to spread the love. Tempers melt away as "Kisi Mai Baby" by Love.King starts to blast over the PA. Never underestimate the power of song.]
#YO WELCOME BACK TO LOVE DOT KING#
[From his booth on the stage the smaller giant, DJ Tooki, bobs his head to the beat. The crowd is into the music, everyone but his partner in hiphopourri, THE BEEF, who pushes through audience members to get back to their desk.]
The BEEF: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSUP!!!
[The larger samoan sticks his giant tongue out to excitedly exclaim "ssssssssup" while handing Tooki his Techno R6 with an announcement on it.]
DJ Tooki: For real dawg? <turning to cameraman Sad Doug> Yo Dougie, looks like peeps are taking noticed of our killer flow and hooked us up with a bangin' spot.
Sad Doug: You've been invited to spin at the Veld music festival?
DJ Tooki: MAYBE! I gots a lotta fires burning. But for now my boy Villaini has slotted us into the big Anzac show in a guest match. YEAH BOY! What an OG.
The BEEF: Was-up. <little tongue>
DJ Tooki: Coolio, man's got the cheddar to burn, but we should picks him up some dope socks or some shit at customs to show the player how much we appreciate him. <looking past cameraman to the dance floor> KNOCK THAT ROUGH AND TUMBLE SHIT OFF. <pointing at speaking> WHEN LOVE DOT KING IS PLAYING, WE SOAK IN THE AMBIANCE AND LEAVE THAT BASIC BRAWLING SHIT OUTSIDE.
[The two substantially larger patrons who were shoving each other look dejected, then leave the club. You don't want to get on the Hit Parade's bad side.]
The BEEF <sneer>: Sssup!
[The brawlers turn bright red, but continue to leave. What could that comment have actually meant? Tooki - who speaks fluent BEEF - shakes his head at the ballsy behaviour of his psychotic MC.]
DJ Tooki <back to Sad Doug>: Me and BEEF might not be in the main tournament. Ain't. No. Thing. I greatly admire players like Bro Code, Noodle Incident, and those damn FreakAngels.
The BEEF: WASSS-S-SSUP!
DJ Tooki: YEAH BUDDY!
Sad Doug: ...did he say we're about to have a noodle incident of our own?
DJ Tooki <appreciatively smacking Doug on the chest>: See I knew you'd get it! Full emersion for the win. As my matai used to say - Rosetta Stone can suck a dick.
[An animated BEEF does some cross chops in sync to the soothing melody.]
DJ Tooki: Point is, SWAT has deep talent... Tupac lyrics deep. SO DAMNED DEEP ITS EASY TO GET LOST. Blood bros, O'Malleys, Goth... lots a guys not making the cut. We get a chance to front for all our Backyard boys? YOU BETTER BELIEVE WE'LL BE KEEPING IT REAL!!! Smashin' like only the Samoan Hit Parade can...
[The Beef smashes a record over his head - Loverboy - then sticks his tongue out like the famous Einstein image.]
The BEEF: W A S S S S S S S S S S S S S S... up!!!!!!!!!
[The cowboy and {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} in the dino onesy don't stand a chance.]
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Post by radu on Nov 15, 2020 16:09:54 GMT -5
#Mood#
[Towards the end of the 00s, Bill had his hip slip out of place, survived a nasty bought with pneumonia following the operation, and a student horsing around in the ring led to an accident that required four bolts to keep his right knee in place. His heyday came at a time when the boys weren't making the best payoffs, but he was smart with his money, and wrestled into his late 50s because he enjoyed it. The roar of the crowd was as close as he could come to Hickok's Wild West shows. Even if they preferred his punches to his rope tricks, they were polite about it, and the showman in him sucked them up.]
[Wrestling was one of the great loves of Bill Stokes life.]
[The other loves were a working ranch in his East Texas home, and his childhood sweat heart, Barb, and their daughter, Martha. Even though he moseyed away from the sport, the strides he took weren't fast enough to avoid permanent harm. Retirement came at a time when lingering pains no longer allowed him to participate on his ranch with the enthusiasm he would have liked. ...He still enjoyed a decade of solitude with Barb, who passed away last spring.]
[There are no regrets for a life well lived. As Bill Stokes rambles through his homestead, he would like to do more than pass the time, waiting for a reunion with departed loved ones. So despite his limited mobility, Bill has dipped his arthritic toes in the wrestling game again. Nothing televised. Just a few independent shows that let him reconnect with his old fans. Does wrestling appear on TV anymore? He still has cable, but could write better shows himself, as he oft tells no one in particular.]
Bill Stokes: Annailise should have brought Issac the drugs...
[He turns to run this idea across... the recliner next to him is empty. The man returns to his cable.]
[The matches might appear on youtube. Like on the internet. Bill hasn't watched any of his return, but doesn't imagine the smaller venues let him embarrass himself too much. Intimate encounters with minuscule crowds of his dwindling fans. Bill looks forwards to them...]
"DAD YOU HOME?"
[Much like he enjoys the occasional visit from his daughter...]
Martha Stokes: Can't stay Dad, Brad's waiting in the car, just dropped off some groceries...
[...when he's not hiding things from her.]
Bill Stokes: Thanks hon. Does Brad want to come in, I can throw the kettle on...
Martha Stokes: We're in a bit of a hurry... how did things go with Doc Franklin?
Bill Stokes: Swell. ...Really uh swell. Doc Franklin says I'm doin' Jim Dandy, so I says I'm sure Jim's a fine fella but I don't shoot that way.
[...crickets.]
Bill Stokes: ...listen Martha... I don't mean to upset ya none... but... well I been doing a few rasslin shows. <raising a hand in protest> Now before you start, I know my age, and I know my limits. I ain't fixin' on a comeback, or doin' it on the regular. Nothing too physical, just a few token appearances. Enough so I can go back to autograph sessions that folks'll show up for. Unlike Sad Cobyrn. I'm not tryin' to worry you none, I just... I need this.
Martha Stokes <upset, but does not have time for this conversation>: ...Well... I'd be lyin if I said it didn't make me nervous, but I trust you not to put yourself in danger. I mean... Dad... you know yourself, if you end up breakin your hip proper this time, we don't have the money to put you up with a full time nurse. You'll end up losing the ranch.
Bill Stokes: I know hon... I know... trust me, I ain't doing anythin' I can't handle. I just... I needed to... I...
Martha Stokes <putting a hand on her father's shoulder>: Look... uh... Its ok Dad. ...We wanted you to take up a hobby, I just wish you'd tried those darned binoculars we got you for your birthday. What is wrong with bird watching?
Bill Stokes <patting her hand>: Don't worry Martha. I reckon you ain't the only one sick of seein' me with these old lasso tricks. They just paired me up with a greenhorn dresses like a gosh darn dinosaur... I might be getting on in years, but I ain't no joke. If they think I'm going to besmirch my career, I'll be usin' them binoculars to join the local audubon society faster than exlax through a goose.
Martha Stokes: ...I'm glad you don't have critters on the ranch anymore, Dad.
Bill Stokes: Not half as much as they are.
[The two share laugh at the horrible concept of over the counter medication for fowl constipation. Softening, Martha tries to sound understanding about her father's new personal goal of dying in the ring.]
Martha Stokes: Is this dinosaur partner any good?
Bill Stokes: He seems to be popular with the youn'uns...
Martha Stokes: So they have you workin with someone that is liked. That seems like a good sign to me. Dinosaurs are from another age... and I hate to say it Dad, but so are cowboys... they probably see a lot in common between you two, which is why they brought you two together. He's popular, you're popular, but neither of you is exactly modern. I would rather you didn't bother with it, but if you are, give this guy a chance. 'cause If you're climbin back in that ring, well, I hope you still know your shinola... but beyond that, be excited about it.
[There is a loud honking from outside.]
Martha Stokes: That's Brad, I really have to run...
[His daughter crosses the room to a dusty cabinet with a large home entertainment library. It doesn't look like anyone has touched it in awhile. Running her finger along a few cabinets of VHS, Martha finally pulls one out, handing it to her father with a hug.]
Martha Stokes: ...This could be a very good thing, everyone knows cowboys and dinosaurs are not unfond of one another.
[With that his daughter runs out the door. Bill Stokes squints down at the pale cover of the archaic media. He doesn't remember owning this one. One of Barbs? He should probably replace it with a laser disc.]
Bill Stokes: ...The Valley of Gwangi...
[Cowboys and Dinosaurs will battle Samoan dance hall kings...]
[Its backyard at the Anzac Cup...]
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Post by radu on Nov 15, 2020 16:13:23 GMT -5
Returning to ringside, DJ Tooki warms up against the ropes, while THE BEEF tries to work the crowd. No one trusted the loose cannon with a live mic, so his bellows of "Wassup" only reach the first fifty rows. A large audience reaction metre is fixed to a table in front of the ring for all the crowd to see. Jeremy Tucker: Welcome back fans - for those unfamiliar with the men in the ring, you are not alone, this is the Backyard showcase match. Andrew Fulton: Not again. The last time Backyard managed to sneak onto a main pay per view, the North East region was put out of business, and Rick Owens died. Jeremy Tucker: That's how I remember it. Andrew Fulton: So what the hell is a spotlight match anyway? If they turn the lights out, I'm definitely catching some shuteye... this tournament is making for one hell of a long night. Jeremy Tucker: The stipulation is unclear... so with any luck as we throw it down to Frank Salazar at ringside, he can clear up the confusion. Frank Salazar: Ladies and gentlemen... the following contest is a SHOWCASE MATCH from the SWAT BACKYARD region for the SWAT TWINSTAR TITLES... A spattering of boos. The large audience reaction metre ranks the jeers at a firm 4.2. Frank Salazar: It is a SPOTLIGHT MATCH with a TEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT... a clap'o'meter has been set up next to the ring... for the next ten minutes these two teams will try to get reactions from the audience... the team that scores the highest applause on the clap'o'meter will be declared the winners... Jeremy Tucker: This match promises to be different... Frank Salazar: Already in the ring, at a combined weight of 647 pounds... the SWAT TWINSTAR CHAMPIONS, DJ TOOKI, THE BEEF, COLLETIVELY KNOWN AS... THE SAMOAN HIT PARADE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Audience Reaction Meter registers a 3.7 at the announcement that Attila Balan and Buster Friendly have had their twinstar titles taken away. The bastards! The reaction for the Samoans is a polite 1.4. Andrew Fulton: The Samoan HIT Parade were lucky enough to be towards the end of the gauntlet that Funny Business were forced to run earlier today. Jeremy Tucker: After Attila Balan and Buster Friendly were able to defeat twenty other teams over the course of a gruelling three plus hour gauntlet, The Samoan HIT Parade were able to score a pinfall for the titles. Funny Business' first loss. We see The BEEF's head heavily taped up... other teams did not fair as well. The theme song from "Denver the Last Dinosaur" (Denver Pyle remix) starts to pump over the PA system. Andrew Fulton: Speaking of other teams that didn't fair as well... Frank Salazar: And their opponents... at a combined weight of 478lbs... "Tumbleweed" Bill Stokes... The Dread Lord Dinosaur Bones... EXTINCTION CONNECTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bill Stokes pushes through the curtains, one arm in a sling, with his free arm he fires a starter pistol into the crowd. This doesn't go over well, but does manage to get a 4.5. Seconds later the curtain is ripped down by teeth of Dinosaur Bones - who gets a solid 3.1. Jeremy Tucker: Apparently these two men fought each other in a series of matches that resulted in riots... unable to insure another fight, they were paired up instead. The octogenarian of the two has his arm in a sling, courtesy of their earlier battle with Funny Business. Andrew Fulton: Extinction Connection on their way down the aisle - and the Samoan HIT Parade dives out of the ring into them with a double suicide dive! Those are big men to fly like that! DING! DING!! DING!!! Jeremy Tucker: There is a large clock next to that audience participation metre, and its officially started counting down the ten minutes as all four men brawling on the outside. Andrew Fulton: Trading lefts and rights, the ancient cowboy trying to keep up with one arm, but these Samoans are HUGE. Jeremy Tucker: BEEF DUCKING A ROUNDHOUSE RIGHT, AND BACKDROPPING BILL STOKES FROM THE OUTSIDE, OVER THE TOP ROPE INTO THE RING!!!! [1.5.] Jeremy Tucker: I have not seen that before... Andrew Fulton: The old cowboy landed on that possibly broken arm, and is in a bad way. Jeremy Tucker: Dinosaur Bones getting the better of his fist fight with the DJ on the outside, and setting him up for a tail swipe-----but in mid-swipe BEEF with a spear into the guardrail!!!! [1.3] Andrew Fulton: Dinosaur Bones headbutting Beef off of him... but the DJ using his downed partner as a stepping stone to hit a COMINGATCHA--------took the giant dinosaur costume over the guardrail into the crowd! [2.01] Jeremy Tucker: Dinosaur fighting back up to his feet, using his tail to knock Tooki off of him... but Beef with a running forearm smash into Tooki from behind... DOUBLE NECKBREAKER INTO THE GUARDRAIL!!!! Andrew Fulton: That got a 2 point 5! That was brutal! How high does this counter go up to? Jeremy Tucker: DOOMSDAY DEVICE INTO THE RING STEPS!!! It apparently goes up to 11, but the crowd mostly registering in the twos. Andrew Fulton: Crowd not familiar with these backyard guys, but they are really going at it. Jeremy Tucker: Spiked Piledriver into the steel steps get a 2.1, as the Samoan HIT Parade leaves Dinosaur on the outside to go after the cowboy, who is still holding his arm in agony. BEEF slides into the ring, but the cowboy catches him coming in with a lone shooting star. Going for the pin, but there are no pins in this match. Andrew Fulton: No disqualifications, no countouts, no submissions, it's a non-stop spot fest. Jeremy Tucker: Tooki getting cut off with a hip attack, and the cowboy pulling out that starter gun to pistol whip Beef!!! Andrew Fulton: That's one way around the numbers game. Jeremy Tucker: WAIT, BEEF taking the gun away, and PISTOL WHIPPING the old man's broken arm! We're into the 3s now, because the jeers are there. Andrew Fulton: The Samoans are suppose to be the good guys, right? Jeremy Tucker: That's what the cheat sheet says. Bill Stokes trying to defend himself with that free arm, but BEEF just going to town with the gun... and here is DJ TOOKI from behind - BREAKING A RECORD PLAYER OVER THE COWBOY'S BACK!
VVV: Can you believe that Kennedy fuck? His career is over because Phoenix has his contract? He can work for me in Backyard. We'll have a lot of fun. He can take on Phoenix'sss kid! Who is he trying to fool? Make sure that pity party doessssn't go to air.
Spike Nelson: ...I already put it to air, Grandpa.
VVV <cringe>: Why are you giving our opponents airtime?
Spike Nelson: My character is Tyson McStevensonson, a very professional television director from Scotland, who still uses star wipes even though my wife Tori choked to death on an evil alien starfish named Starro. ...and the wipes remind me of that horrible Sunday afternoon, but I still do my job.
VVV: Playing? Thisss isss real, Spike.
Spike Nelson: It is? Poor Tori...
VVV: Pull up that SPW promo where I talk about having sex with Frostbites wife for half an hour... that was classic. We'll voice over SPW to SWAT, and Frostbite's wife to CSSSK'sss mom... ACTUALLY that isss way too much work. Just put that promo to air and at the end of it throw a text that readsss "Vile and Spike for the Eric Draven Memorial Cup" that way we can use it again later.
On the other side of the screen, Bill Stokes is road kill; and the Samoans have moved onto the larger Dinosaur Bones who desperately tries to defend the bloody stump that was his partner.
Spike Nelson: Marcus wants to know when the next Atlantic Coast show is coming out, should I put that on TV?
VVV: Is that in character or out of character?
Spike Nelson: I can't tell Grandpa... this is too much pressure. Can I be Green Arrow now? Starro needs to pay for what he did.
With Stokes out of action, Bones is getting double teamed with a series of double closelines and dropkicks from the large Samoans. Out of the back charges LEFT Tentacle to even the score! Since the audience know who Tentacle is from all the times he annoyed Joe Pesci, his appearance gets a 4.6.
VVV <noticing the split screen>: Is that live? <turning to the camera with a fiendish grin> Hello SSSWAT... we hope you enjoy this vassstly superior Backyard action. Four guys... <looking at set> five guys... who are showing more passssssion than half the first round participants.
Makes you think.
Ssspeaking of passssssssion... it sounds like CSSSK thinks that just because I refer to him and Turner as HOT GARBAGE, that there is no respect there.
<chuckle> You should have seen the names I came up with for the other guys, Kennedy.
I'm glad its you two we'll be facing in the finalsss. Far less bad blood than those other guys... but the story of this being your lassst match? You don't have to try so hard. I told you... me and Spike are going to make the audience cheer for you. We'll do it the old fassshioned way. <infamous sneer> Being ourselves. <reassuring smile> You dont have to try to manipulate them with tall tales of this being your ssswansssong. You think if you win this, that Phoenix will recognize your worth and let you stick around? Is this it, or is this it but maybe not? Keep your story straight.
How about putting all your heart into a contest where even if you LOSE... you prove your worth?
How about one upping the match we had with Funny Busssinesssssss... that would show everyone how great you are. I know you can do it. I may not help, because I'm a dick, but doing it by yourself?
<slow clap> Even more impressive. So you have to win in your last match? How sad. One would hope that in a career worth remembering, that wins and loses don't really matter. You go out on your back, passing the torch, to the future of the sport... in this case, ME.
When you put that much ssstock into a win... you've already lost. You want a glorious high to call it a career on? That was againssst Phoenix. That was an earlier round. Not this one. This round is pain. This round is tragedy. Beautiful tragedy. Embrace it. Make the mossst of it. This is still your night Kennedy. You just have to share that ssspotlight. Ssspeaking of which...
Spike Nelson: Five minutes to live!
A star wipe removes the split screen, just as LEFT Tentacle GIANT SWINGS Tooki into Dinosaur Bones tail. 4.8.
Jeremy Tucker: Sorry about that fans, we are clearly having a few production issues at the moment. Better Than Sex once again showing how much they respect the in-ring action... and its there own guys in the ring! The bastards...
Andrew Fulton: Stokes destroyed in the first minute, but LEFT Tentacle has come out, and the crowd is finally getting involved in this match as Tentacle and Dinosaur go to town on the Samoans.
Jeremy Tucker: WAIT BEEF HAS GOTTEN HIS HANDS ON A COAL MINER'S GLOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Andrew Fulton: The Coal Miner's glove just got a 7.8!!! It is so over!
Jeremy Tucker: It is insanely cool. The moment this pay per view ends, and we have a few months before our next gig, I am definitely becoming a coal miner.
Andrew Fulton: Me too! My cousin is going to hook me up. Beef nailing Dinosaur Bones with that Coal Miner's Glove ---- THE FORCE OF THE SHOT KNOCKED THE SKELETON RIGHT OUT OF THE DINOSAUR SKIN!!! ...and the skeleton is wearing boxers with hearts on them! Boxers with hearts! The audience is eating it up... 8.6!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jeremy Tucker: BEEF with a coal miner's glove shot to the Skeleton--- knocks it to pieces!
[7.4!]
Andrew Fulton: BEEF now trying to nail LEFT Tentacle, but the slimy appendage assassin side steps it--- BEEF NAILED HIS OWN PARTNER!!!!!!! FORCE OF THE COAL MINER'S GLOVE FORCED DJ TOOKI OUT OF THE RING, INTO THE FORTH ROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[7.8!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jeremy Tucker: LEFT Tentacle DROPKICKS the Coal Miner's Glove INTO Beef's Face!!!! He kicked his hand into his face! The force sends Beef up to the top rope and right off, CRASHING into the fifth row!!!!!
[7.999!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Andrew Fulton: The audience is chanting for coal miners! Of course they are!
Jeremy Tucker: Both Extinction Connection and Samoan HIT Parade are wiped out, with only LEFT Tentacle standing in the--------wait--------
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Andrew Fulton: Blood Brothers from behind nail LEFT Tentacle with BABYLON BLACK OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[8.0!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jeremy Tucker: Lucian and Julius - the Butchers of Babylon - one of the amazing SWAT in-house teams that didn't make the Anzac Cup, have come out to make their presence felt!
Andrew Fulton: They have to be livid being left off the tag show, especially with these backyard workers getting showtime!
Jeremy Tucker: The Blood Brothers taking LEFT Tentacle apart with a german suplex into a top rope back stabber! And there's the Ghostbuster!!!
Andrew Fulton: All the other backyard guys were murdered by that coal miner, so its LEFT Tentacle being left to the wolves.
Jeremy Tucker: SIDE EFFECT to the outside gets a 7.6!!! LEFT Tentacle just bounced off the concrete!
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Andrew Fulton: WAIT - who is this?
Jeremy Tucker: I still have nightmares from the Rick Owens cup - THAT'S RIGHT TENTACLE!!! LEFT Tentacle's long missing tag partner has come out of the back...
Andrew Fulton: Audience doesn't know right from left, so he only gets a 4.1. ...And he's only getting that for coming out to LEFT Tentacle's aid...
Jeremy Tucker: RIGHT Tentacle with a chair, chasing Blood Brothers out of the ring, but the damage is done.
Andrew Fulton: LEFT Tentacle looks shocked to see RIGHT... at least someone does. Right checking on LEFT... wait... here comes BEEF from behind...
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Jeremy Tucker: BEEF HITTING RIGHT TENTACLE WITH THAT COAL MINER'S GLOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Andrew Fulton: The force of the coal miner's glove shreds the costume off of RIGHT Tentacle's bo-----------IS THAT!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!
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Jeremy Tucker: RIGHT TENTACLE IS ATTILA BALAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
11.0!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING!!!!! DING!!!!!!!!! DING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Andrew Fulton: ...really?!
Jeremy Tucker: Clearly not the original. Clearly... but a great guest spot. He is a friend to all men.
Andrew Fulton: Balan in the ring helping Bones, Tooki, and Stokes into the ring to join LEFT and BEEF.
Jeremy Tucker: Outside the referees are reviewing the footage...
Frank Salazar: After reviewing the audience reactions... the winners of this match... are...
THE INDUSTRIAL MAN
ATTILA BALAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!
Jeremy Tucker: So did Balan just win back the Twinstar titles?
Andrew Fulton: How are they ever going to take the belts off of him again!?
The Backyard workers look visibly upset, while the audience cheer their heads off for the International champion. With all the seriousness of a robot, The Industrial Man reaches through the ropes and takes the microphone away from Frank Salazar.
AB: Thank you for your support. Over the past few months I have had the great pleasure of working with these rising stars as part of the Backyard promotion. They put their hearts into their work, and it is a shame that their region does not always enjoy the television exposure of others. You may not have seen much of their work, but keep an eye out for these talents, who are the future of Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition. Please show all of them, your support.
[9.4.]
Jeremy Tucker: The audience giving the Backyard stars a standing ovation, including Balan. On the outside, The Blood Brothers look like they could kill someone.
Andrew Fulton: That was a surprisingly good match.
Jeremy Tucker: The only downside was Viper's impromptu com-----------
Star wipe.
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