Battleground #34 : Winter Warzone (Show)

[SWAT Team]

[From wherever else, the open is cold. Once more.

No arena.

No fans.

No ring.

Tonight, the show starts somewhere backstage amongst the myriad of hallways leading to uncountable dressing rooms, conference rooms, media rooms, and triage rooms. Probably also other kinds of rooms, but at this point the joke has gone on too long. Sitting casually in high-backed leather chairs and both enjoying the finest of imported cigars, Eric Dane and Paul Soutter are the first faces seen on tonight’s edition of Battleground.]

Soutter: What’re you even doing here tonight?

Dane: What, you’re not happy to see me?

Soutter: Always, but you know, coulda give me a heads up. Do you work here now?

[The Only Star rolls his eyes.]

Dane: Fuck naw, Armand can’t afford me.

[This elicits a chuckle from the Founder.]

Soutter: You know why he can’t afford you, cause the hump don’t even run the joint, playing make believe Boss sitting in Zoran’s old office like he runs the place, what a joke. So what? I mean, not to sound ungrateful for the help in that Lumberjack clusterfuck last week, but I didn’t invite you here then, and I sure didn’t invite you now? What gives?

[The Antagonist takes a puff from his cigar.]

Dane: I’m here with Graysie.

[Soutter raises an eyebrow, who the fuck is Graysie?]

Dane: Parker. My student. She works here now, heard about that Amazon’s title and wants to get herself some?

[The Suit takes a puff of his own.]

Soutter: I had one of them once, students. Turncoat thought he outgrew me and helped oust me from my own freaken stable, now he is over in Canada busting your balls I see. So you’re here as what, a babysitter?

[With his free hand, Dane punches Soutter in the arm.]

Dane: Manager, fuckhead, and you’d better not let Graysie catch wind of any of that babysitter bullshit. She’ll drop you on your fuckin’ head.

[Mad Dog rolls his eyes.]

Soutter: We’ll see about that, heh.

Dane: For your sake, I hope not.

Soutter: Speaking of, where’s the kid at? Shouldn’t she be, I dunno, here? With you?

[It’s Dane’s turn to roll his eyes.]

Dane: Fuck do I look like, a babysitter?

[The two of them pause momentarily, just long enough to acknowledge the fourth wall in front of them, and then slide easily back into conversation.]

Soutter: Seriously though, you showed up JUST at the right time. There is a changing of the guard here in SWAT. IT’s good to have someone around who won’t just ‘watch’ my back, but who HAS my back. ..…

[Cut to ringside.]

[SWAT Team]

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

Open to the commentary table at The Staples Centre Arena. Los Angeles, California. Fulton and Tucker both wearing SWAT Blazers and head sets.

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome fans. Welcome to The Staples Centre! Welcome to Battleground! WELCOME TO SWAT!!!

Andrew Fulton : Why don’t I ever get them cigars? (lights up a smoke in frustration)

Jeremy Tucker : Last Battleground, we saw a NEW SWAT World Heavyweight Champion! When El Combatiente defeated ‘The Golden Gold’ Rally Jackson! What a feel good ending and what a well deserved victory! He has been through the ringer here at SWAT! The KGB mostly to blame, but he never once waivered and has fought the good fight and we are proud to call him our Champion.

Andrew Fulton : All they did was offer him a home, come on Jerry. Can it with the Good Guy Cheer leading.

Jeremy Tucker : Offer him a home? They kidnapped Javier and freaken TORTURED HIM!

Andrew Fulton : Well, some people need a little push in the right direction.

Jeremy Tucker : How about his partners, Radu Matei and DEATH TRAP! Who would have ever thought we would see HIM here in SWAT!

Andrew Fulton : I tell you, I was certain his mystery lumberjack was some other jerk.

Jeremy Tucker : You really need to let that go. It was a big moment. It’s going to be great having him here in SWAT.

Andrew Fulton : I’ll tell you what is going to be great, watching my Bandit’s kick the living hell out of all three of them in that tornado tag six man main event later tonight!

Jeremy Tucker : How about this huge Amazons Title match. Blaze defending against the Industrial Woman.

Andrew Fulton : Blaze is the greatest, no one is taking that gold from her, least of all a bucket of bolts.

Jeremy Tucker : We’ll see, she may have met her match in this one. What about Keith Williams, he defeated Eddie D! EDDIE D! And won the Renegades belt, that is unbelievable!

Andrew Fulton : What is UNBELIEVABLE, is his tag team partner Osland Oxford!

Jeremy Tucker : Who do you love more Fulton, Osland or Blaze?

Andrew Fulton : Well, now that is a tough one. I tell you though, I wish we knew who was in charge around here, because god damn it, you just can’t wear two jackets! Its unheard of! Keith didn’t need no help winning Eddie’s belt! Why does Valentine have to steal his spotlight.

Jeremy Tucker : It wasn’t about Keith! It was about Jonnie and Eddie! Keith should think himself lucky he benefited and got the gold. What about Goth and the TV belt. Here he was Goth, being his typical terrorising self, welcoming the new guy to the fed with a typical beating initiation welcome mat, and Dino stood right up to him and almost got the gold!

Andrew Fulton : It was an impressive debut, but it’s one thing to escape with a draw from the King of Goths once, to escape with your life is good enough, he should have cashed in his chips while he could and moved one.

Jeremy Tucker : Maybe. We got that and a whole lot more! Lucky Linda! Former World Champion Rally Jackson! RDS and Rayzor! Graysie Parker debuting with Eric DANE! Jade! Ravynn Ryder! All coming your way, right here on Battleground tonight!

Andrew Fulton : Bring on Rally! I heard after he lost his belt he has an extra special rib planned for someone tonight! Maybe it’s you Jerry?

Jeremy Tucker : (panicking) What? Who told you that?

Andrew Fulton : No one, just the word going around the ‘locker room’.

Jeremy Tucker : Surely not. We will be right back folks, with some words from our superstars, then its Rayzor and ‘The Buffalo Soldier’ Benjamin Bolt to kick things off!

[Justin]

“I’m late!”

Graysie Parker shoots up out of a perfectly uncomfortable hotel-room bed. Her hair is an abstract mess, makeup is nonexistent, and she’s only dressed in a long t-shirt and boy-shorts. A thin, itchy blanket constricts like a boa with it's next meal but young Graysie is not the type to be so easily defeated.

“Crap! I’m late!”

She rubs sleep from bloodshot eyes.

“CRAP! CRAP! CRAP!”

Like a bolt of lightning she flashes out of the bed, the Iron Butterfly shedding the blanket like a cocoon, and within seconds she’s got a toothbrush in her mouth as she struggles to pull on a pair of workout tights and a properly-sized Missouri Valley Wrestling Alliance tank top.

“Why am I so freaking late?”

A sideways glance at the blinking clock on the bedside table holding her keys and phone lets Graysie know that call-time for the SWAT show at the Staples Center had passed half an hour prior. If possible, an even bigger fire had now been lit under her ass, if she were late to the actual show she might not have a job when she got there and she knew it.

“CRAAAAAAAAP!”

Speaking of her phone, Graysie snatched it up from the table once she noticed the yellow post-it note stuck to the front of the device. “What in the-” Her eyes rolled as she read the words written in Eric Dane’s blocky script on the post-it. “Don’t be effing late.”

Graysie wrinkled her nose at the curse written on the small square.

“I’m gonna break him of that if it kills me...” she trailed off, remembering that she was, in fact, quite late. A couple of slides and taps later and there's an uber on the way to pick her up, she now has less than ten minutes to be ready and outside.

“-crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap-”

Muttering under her breath the Suplex Siren focuses on being as prepared as possible in seven minutes, spitting out a mouthful of used toothpaste, dragging a circular brush through her fuzzy head of sleep-hair, refreshing facial cleanse to keep her pores clean…

What? She’s a classy lady, she has a regimen.

With less than a minute to go before being late for the uber Graysie grabs a pair of Brooks Running Shoes and blasts out of her room, down the breezeway, and down the quick flight of concrete stairs. With a smattering of grace and a truckload of luck, she manages to jam her left foot into her right shoe without eating shit on the sidewalk while managing to keep her balance as she practically fell into the midsize SUV that was there to pick her up and escort her to the building.

The driver, having seen a lot in her time as a ride-share provider, doesn’t register the slightest bit of alarm or amusement as Graysie fumbles at her other shoe while trying desperately to catch her breath.

“Staples Center, right?” The driver asks.

“Yeah,” Graysie answers. “And quick, I’m late!”

[edwarddubin0604]

(The Hired Killers are in their locker room as Kim is watching Jade warm up for her match with "Lucky" Linda La Fey. The door opens and Glamourous Glenda enters as they stop to face her.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Jade a few words about your opponent 'Lucky' Linda La Fey."

Jade: "What can I say except we know each other since 2018. We teamed up for Call To Arms which was an honor despite us being wiped out early. Yeah we had some great battles and this is another chapter in our little rivalry."

Glamourous Glenda: "You were pretty critical about what the division has become."

Jade: "You remember when the SWAT Amazons Division actually existed and both the old SWAT Amazons Pan Amazon Championship and SWAT Amazons Women's Championship meant something. It had great champions and competitors and was the true premiere division on the whole XHF."

Glamourous Glenda: "I remember."

Jade: "Well look at what it has become since then. Competitors have come and gone and reappeared just as a convenience and then left because they couldn't take the heat or pressure of the competition. Yet only a few of us remained including Linda as well as the two of us. Then the SWAT Amazons Division disappeared and Lucky Linda La Fey made that open challenge and every wannabe champion suddenly comes to SWAT as if it's a gold rush."

Glamourous Glenda: "Olympia included."

(Jade's face grows red with anger.)

Kim: "Don't mention her name ever again."

Jade: "She screwed me out of my spot in No Man's Land and I'm going to make sure Olympia doesn't win that prize money."

Glamourous Glenda: "Everyone believes Industrial Woman's story that you bullied Rayven."

Jade: "Really. Rayven never showed up to shoot her promo for the match and we're the blame for that. If we bullied her into not showing up for the promo why did she hold her own in her matches with us. She sure didn't look intimidated or scared to wrestle either one of us and that shows Industrial Woman is either a liar or she has defective chips in her head that came from Industrial Man's head."

Glamourous Glenda: "Getting back to your match with Linda. She was confident when she predicted she would be a two time No Man's Land winner."

Jade: "Well I plan on apologizing in advance that I'm not going to allow her to have any momentum going into that event. You see I love warzones and my sister and I thrive in warzones because we know what real warzones are and tonight is no exception. Tonight's Battleground is going to be a true warzone and there's going to be plenty of war of attrition going into this match."

Glamourous Glenda: "What's next if you beat Linda."

Jade: "If and when I win and I do plan to win. I plan on going after Blaze Freya and the SWAT Amazons Women's Championship. After I deal with Linda that championship title shot is going to be mine and I don't care if Blaze loses the championship either. That shot's going tp be mine and so is that championship and if I have to go through Linda to get the shot. So be it. Right now I have some business to take care of and I plan on doing just that."

(Jade and Kim put on their long black trench coats.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Well good luck to you and may the best woman win."

Jade: "Which will be me."

(They leave the locker room.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Jade seems ready to wrestle. Guys back to you.)

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

[Deleted]

SWAT cameras catch up with a sweat soaked Pequeno Dinosaurio at a local gym in the Los Angeles. Social distancing had made it easy to book the gym privately, provided it was at night.

Weight and cable machines dominate the background as Vanessa paces the padded blue floor. “So we’re clear on the game plan? We know what worked and what didn’t, but so does he…”

Shifting in black SWAT branded sweat pants and hoodie they were damp and cling to his muscled physique. Taking a deep breath; he could sense that they were about to go over things for the millionth time. He chuckled, she was more nervous than he was.

For an agent, Vanessa was acting like an obsessed manager. She had insisted he watch the first match between him and Psychotic Goth and go over each sequence until he had memorized every detail. “Si, I know, I know. This is big, SWAT could have said ‘too bad’ and moved me back down the card. But, they didn’t which tells me I did the right thing.”

Smiling, Vanessa tosses her dark locks, hoping her charms might aid her next argument. “Right thing or not, management sent over some merchandise so you’re making an impression. Speaking of impressions, I have an idea. You also made quite the impression on Psychotic Goth. He said he respected you and what you did. I say, test that and let’s make this one on one. No one at ringside. If he truly respects you, he’ll want to make this between just the two of you. You go out alone, so it’ll mean him giving up an advantage.”

Nodding, he was seriously considering her proposal. Not because she was showing off her neckline, but because it not only would help his cause, it would test his opponent’s honour. Honour was all he had at this stage of his career. “No Vampira means no interference, clown or otherwise. I like it.” Turning to the camera, the green masked rookie luchador begins speaking to the camera. “Here we go again, round two ese. So we are both left with the same question. ‘What can I do differently to win?’ I know the answer. You say I have your respect, I ask you to prove it. No managers, no clowns, just me and you and a ten minute clock. Mano-a-mano. Let’s not make this about anything other than the SWAT Television Championship. May the best man win.”

Smiling, Vanessa had gotten her wish so her work was done. Nothing left to do but allow her client to finish his workout.

Stretching, he closed his eyes. Dinosaurio could feel the tension, the stress, the anxiety all melt away. He would relish a fair one on one match, the type where no questions are left unanswered. The ball was now in Psychotic Goth’s court.

Fade to black.

[vastrix]

Up in the nosebleed section of the crowd, Armand von Krauss stands and watches as the ring announcer, Frank Salazar, is working the microphone to help sell merchandise. He lights himself up an Egyptian cigarette, taking a drag from it, and blowing smoke into the air. A few fans are nearby waving at the air to try to clear it of the smoke and giving Armand glares, but he disregards them. Instead, he seems to address the air.

Von Krauss: You have news for me, Gabriel?

Gabriel Tuck steps up to stand next to Armand from behind him. Gabriel looks like he’s wondering how Armand knew he was there, but doesn’t say anything about it.

Tuck: I have good news, boss. This Angela chick is lying to you. She bought the ten percent from the Fairtexes, but that’s all she owns.

Von Krauss: That’s not good news. We could have taken this Angela down and owned ninety-five percent of the company if she had owned what she said she did. Now, once we do...I will only have thirty percent. What of the other shareholders?

Tuck: Well, no one really owns more than half a percent. They made sure to spread the love out pretty thin after the problems with Joe Pesci. I don’t think we can round up hundreds of people to-

Von Krauss: Look.

Armand von Krauss turns to face Gabriel Tuck, flicking ashes onto the floor.

Von Krauss: Did I ask how difficult it was going to be? No. Hundreds of people, thousands of people. Track down each one of them so I can have the stock! Is that clear?

Gabriel sighs, knowing that he has a nigh impossible task ahead of him.

Tuck: Crystal clear, boss. Anything else I can do for you before I begin working on this?

Von Krauss: Send up the twins.

Tuck: Will do.

Gabriel Tuck leaves and within ten minutes, Hehehe and Hahaha stand next to Armand.

For those of you not in the know, the twins stand a little over five feet tall and are around three hundred pounds each so they are nearly as wide as they are tall. Hehehe is in green overalls and orange hair while Hahaha is in orange overalls and green hair.

Armand flicks his cigarette into the crowd before smiling at the chaos that it sets off as people move out of the way of the burning projectile and then stomp it out.

Hehehe: You wanted us, boss?

Hahaha: Someone you want dead?

Von Krauss: You know I do.

Hehehe: Who you want-

Hahaha: Us to kill?

Von Krauss: As of right now, Pequeno Dinosaurio is pushing to have everyone banned from ringside for his rematch against Psychotic Goth. So, it’s simple. Let him have his match and then crush Goth after the match.

There is a long silence as Hehehe and Hahaha exchange looks. Armand lights himself another Egyptian cigarette.

Von Krauss: Is there a problem?

Hehehe: Can we-

Hahaha: Get the Dinosaur too?

Hehehe: For stopping us-

Hahaha: Last time.

Armand seems to consider, taking a drag from his cigarette, and blowing smoke into the air.

Von Krauss: As you wish. Destroy them both if it pleases you, but you must wait until after the match to do so.

Hehehe: We will wait-

Hahaha: With bated breath.

Von Krauss: Good. Now leave me. Do not approach any of your targets before the match this time.

Hehehe: We-

Hahaha: won’t.

The twins leave and Armand goes back to watching the show unfold below.

[Rayzor]

[Standing outside the Staples Arena in Los Angeles, California. Rayzor is seen standing alone, his long coat blowing in the light breeze. His hair is tied back and sunglasses to cover his eyes.]

Rayzor: Finally hit a road bump on this road back to glory. This road that is paved with the blood, sweat and tears from myself and the ones that came before me.  I will not let that stop me from getting to the end of the road. I started this last run with a goal in mind. Reach the top of the mountain here in SWAT, and by any means necessary. Whether it be Tag Team gold, or Singles gold. I will be a Champion once again. 

[He walks slowly towards the arena, passing fans that are on the other side of a chain fence. Fans can be heard chanting his name, others telling him that he sucks.]

Rayzor: These "fans" have no idea what's in store for them tonight. Once again the powers that be here in SWAT has me, a Legend.. a Hall of Famer starting off the show. So, I'll do what I do best and that is destroy my opponent or opponents and tonight will be no different.

[Stopping before entering the building, he turns to look at the fans. Standing a few inches from the fans.]

Rayzor: Rats.. disgusting vermin. Do whatever it takes to have fame, to have fortune. Everything except work. The won't get off their useless lazy asses to work to get ahead in life. I have climbed, clawed and fought for everything that I have earned in my life. Whether it be the copious amount of Titles from all over the world, to my successful tech industry that is changing the world. I am successful because I want to be and nothing will change that. 

[Removing his sunglasses and walking closer to the fence with the fans.]

Rayzor: Then you have these rats here.. standing outside trying to get whatever they can from me. This one here... could be hit by a bus right in front of me and I wouldn't even blink. I'd be more worried that he'd get some of his blood splatter on my shoes. But, thats Rayzor outside the ring. Rayzor in the ring is a different person, a different wrestler... a different animal. What you got a couple shows back opened my eyes. The Blood, the violence.. it rejuvenated me. Took me back to my prime while I was in the hardcore federations. Well, it's time for that Rayzor to come here to SWAT, and it starts tonight with one Benjamin Bolt. I am going to take this guy to the wood shed and beat him within an inch of his life. I will not be responsible for what happens to him. His career might end. Depends on my mood.

[He stares at the fans and slowly turns away and walks towards the wrestlers entrance to the arena. As he's almost in the door, he raises his right arm and gives the middle finger to the fans as he enters the building.]

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(Psychotic Goth is in Death Valley walking through Death Valley alone in the sweltering heat his waist length hair matted to his face and his shirt is stuck to his body but 'The King of the Goths' ignores it and in fact he seems to be unfazed by the hellish temperatures and terrain.)

Psychotic Goth: "Desolation. I love this terrain because it's like a hellish nightmare for those helpless souls. To those fools who are too foolish to avoid this place thinking they can survive this hellish terrain and the temperatures. They shall die the most horrifying death."

(He yells in an ancient Native American dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "You see I love desolation and I love destruction and I love annihilation and I love hell. Now tonight I have a rematch with Diosaurio Pequeno. Pequeno Dinosaurio I am one who always pays his debt for a good deed and you performed a good deed by saving my wife Vampira.
If you need my assistance in anyway, shape or form. I shall be there to pay my debt for saving my wife from those two Doink the Clown rejects."

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

Psychotic Goth: "Now your agent is quite perceptive but she forgot to notice that Vampira never interferes in my matches. Have you seen Vampira interfere in my matches in any way. She never interferes in my matches but there's one idiot who will always interfere and that's Armand."

(He screams in an ancient native American accent.)

Psychotic Goth: "Armand I warned you that I would curse you and I have done just that. You tried to cheat your way in that six-man match and you failed and lost. Explain that Armand if you can do it with a straight face."

(Psychotic Goth laughs demonically.)

Psychotic Goth: "Yes you are right the ball is in my court and you already know the answer since as I said Vampira isn't going to interfere in our epic battle. Unlike the last time when our Match of the Year candidate was spoiled by the main idiot and his clumsy associates."

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

Psychotic Goth: "Pequeno Dinosaurio we shall have a more epic battle for my SWAT Hardcore Television Championship. We had quite a battle the first time and I know we'll have another exciting ten minute match again. There shall b a winner this time and I shall show my respect for you win, lose or draw. I am always a man of my word. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall fulfill my prophecy."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

[Lucky Linda]

”What a show Battlelines was” exults Linda. She is out the front of the Staples Centre surrounded by fans who begin chanting her name. “Lin-Da! Lin-Da! Lin-Da!” She is wearing her top selling ‘Fight The Power’ Zoran t-shirt.

“That was without a shadow of a doubt, the best Battleground we have produced by a country mile. To be sure too be sure.” Linda is beaming. “El Combatiente! Congratulations! You are a very worthy World Champion, and I know I speak for all of these great fans here with me, when I say, Well Done!” The fans cheer and bellow.

“It has been quite the journey for you my friend, The Smelly Bandits targeting you and a lesser man may have succumb to their manipulations. You though held your head high and fought the good fight … and look at you now … Champion of the World!” The crowd again erupts in cheers.

“It wasn’t too bad of a night for little ole me either and The SWAT Classic. We took down Armand and the Amazons Champion Blaze Freya. The Lucky One …. that’s me” she whispers “Pinning the Amazons Champion. Does that put me in line for a title shot against her? I would think so.”

“That’s right Blaze Freya! I want that gold back!” Linda is feeling it. “First things first though. Jade. You and your sister are stalwarts around here. It will be an honour to battle you once more. You are one of the greats. Every time we enter the ring together, I know I am in for one heck of a fight.”

A young girl runs up to Linda and hugs her and tells her she loves her. “I love you too!” replies Linda hugging the fan back. “This is what it’s all about! This is why I do what I do!“

“When I grow up I want to be just like you Lucky Linda” says the young fan.

“Just remember one thing, the harder I work, the Luckier I get.” Linda tells the young fan who stares at Linda, adoration in her young eyes as her Mother approaches and calls the kid away. “And I am going to have my work cut out for me tonight, when It’s Jade and I”

“Jade, you are not the only one who knows about Warzones, I was raised in the concrete Warzones of Dublin and Belfast.” We see a flashback to when Linda’s Gran dove onto young Linda shielding her from an explosion and passed on her luck to Linda with her dying breath. Linda wipes a tear from her eye as she recalls the sacrifice that was made for her.

“We all make sacrifices, every sacrifice I make is minute in comparison to the sacrifice that was made for me that day” Linda smiles remembering her Gran with fondness. “One day I hope to make the same selfless act for someone.” Linda and the young fans eyes meet and the youngster just knows she is talking to her.

“Keith Williams! Don’t think I have forgotten about you either, Paragon of Sleaze.” Linda glares into the camera. “This is SWAT! Where the ‘Good Guys’ get to shine, and” Linda mocks shock “even win! Where we are making being good, cool.” Linda winks to the camera. “Where sleaze bags have to face their actions and where there are repercussions for one’s actions. I am holding you to accord Williams, for your actions, and you will face the consequences when we meet, and you will find Sleazeball, that your luck has run out.”

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(Jade and her sister Kim are watching the monitor as Glamourous Glenda comes up to them.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Jade what do you think of Linda's comments a few moments ago."

Jade: "We go awhile back in SWAT. I go back a but farther since my days of feuding with Lynn Brewster. People still talk about that long running war which shows how respected I am in the locker room and Linda and I had a few memorable battles that people have talked about the past few years.
This one will be no exception."

Glamourous Glenda: "She did have some pointed comments about Keith Williams."

Jade: "We could have told her about him since Little Dragon aka Xiaolong is a member of the AWF roster and knows Keith's Revenant reputation for being a back stabber. Keith only cares about himself and would be a great addition to the KBG if he wasn't a Revenant."

Glamourous Glenda: "You both seem in line for a possible shot at Blaze Freya."

Jade: "That'strue in every respect and we're both determined to win that shot at the SWAT Amazons Women's Championship. We both held that championship with both honor and respect. There's a lot of storied history in that championship with the exception of Hardkore World's Women's Championship held with pride and honor by Yuku Shiro and she was tough."

Glamourous Glenda: "Yet you seem upset."

Jade: "One time I was contending for the championship during a tour of the troops in Iraq and Yuku Shiro mocked one of the greatest military generals of all time which ticked me off. She was disrespectful to the integrity of the military despite being a great champion. Then there's the disrespectful piece of trash in XPW known as Trendkiller Syndicate who was the obvious predecessor to Keith Williams only more of a cry baby."

Glamourous Glenda: "She mentioned she was used to warzones."

Jade: "I'm used to them too since I was in warzones in the deserts and the jungles just like my sister Kim. We never feared the enemy and we never will fear an opponent just as Linda survived the mean streets and concrete jungles of Dublin. That's something I can truly respect in an opponent. That's the kind of competitor we both are and that's survivors."

Glamourous Glenda: "Any last words."

Jade: "I expect a great match just like we always had in the past and this match is just another in a series of classic battles between us. This match is going tobe no exception."

Glamourous Glenda: "Good luck and have a great match."

Jade: "I plan on having a great match tonight."

(The Hired Killers leave.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Well guys back to you."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

[Jonnie Valentine]

(Open on the Palm Canyon Theatre in downtown Palm Springs, California. Muffled slam poetry is heard as four time Hardkore World Women's Champion "Sexy" Anjanette Turner is followed by her husband "Monster Pop" Jonnie Valentine, "The Golden God" Rally Jackson and Tuxedo Mask. They awkwardly shuffle through the people near their assigned seats) 

"Monster Pop" Jonnie Valentine: Excuse me, sorry. Excuse me, pardon me. 

Anjanette Valentine: Very sorry. Sorry about that. 

(Jonnie sees four people sitting in their seats, and stops them Anjanette and the guys with his hand) 

Jonnie Valentine: These are our seats. 

Anjanette Valentine: So tell them. 

Jonnie Valentine: Of course. (wilts and turns to Rally) Can you...?

"The Golden God" Rally Jackson: (shouts) Hey, fuckwads, those are our seats. 

(Poetry fans wrinkle their lips and move over, so The Society of the New Breed can sit down. Tuxedo Mask shoos them away) 

Tuxedo Mask: Yeah. Thank you, coming through, whoops, tight squeeze. (sits in his seat) Ahhh. This is nice. 

Anjanette Valentine: Why are we here? 

Jonnie Valentine: You said you like poetry, and wanted a nice night out. I found out about this poetry night and this guy I'm really into is performing tonight, so I thought, "Why not take in the dope rhymes of my favorite poet with my best girl? 

Anjanette Valentine: (pats his hand) Aw, that's sweet. And I'm very impressed that you've been listening to poetry, to the point where you have a favorite poet. 

Jonnie Valentine: What can I say? I'm a work in progress. 

(Anjanette snuggles close to her husband, but then a thought occurs to her) 

Anjanette Valentine: (low so Rally and Tux can't hear) But then...why did we have to bring them?

Jonnie Valentine: (barely whispering, Rally and Tux can totally hear) What? Babe, these guys need poetry more than anyone. (to Tux & Rally) You guys comfortable? 

Rally Jackson: I guess. Any of these chicks getting naked or do I gotta coax it out of them with my friends....(holds up 6 bucks) Abe and George? 

Anjanette Valentine: You see? 

Jonnie Valentine: No, wait...Rally? That's not what this is about. These girls are pouring their hearts out here, we need to be here for them. 

Tuxedo Mask: Yeah man, have some couth. 

Jonnie Valentine: Thank you, Tux. 

Tuxedo Mask: If you tell them that they're really on to something, you can agree to meet at their apartment because that's where all their poems are at. You become increasingly inspired by their work until you declare them the next Emily Dickinson. Then tell her you've drank too much wine and should probably stay there tonight...

Anjanette Valentine: Ok, see that's what I mean.

(Woman on stage interrupts)

Poet: SO I BOTTLE MY RAGE!!! 

(The Society of the New Breed flinch at the abruptness) 

Poet: Putting it in my pocket, wonderingWandering, LoiteringLooting, but is it moot? I can't tell, I'm just standing here...with a nickel and the universe...in my pocket

(The audience at the Palm Canyon Theatre cheers and applauds, along with Anjanette. Jonnie sees her clapping, and joins along, slowly accompanied by Rally and Tux. The poet leaves the stage, and then the MC jumps up to announce the next artist) 

MC: Coming up to the stage is another accomplished artist. He's worked all over but recently has decided to concentrate on helping our youth through poetry. Please welcome, Lanny Poffo. 

(Audience applauds)

Anjanette Valentine: What? No....

Jonnie Valentine: Shh...

Anjanette Valentine: Excuse me?

Jonnie Valentine: I was talking to the...there was a guy behind us. You didn't hear him? (looks behind) He was being loud.  

(Lanny Poffo steps up to the mic confidently) 

Lanny Poffo: Jimmy was a track star
And some say that he was the best
Then he started smoking
And found he was out of breath
They thought he could go to the Olympics
They thought he had the stuff
But then he lost it all When he took that first puff

(Audience is silent, and Jonnie stands up, applauding loudly)

Jonnie Valentine: WOOOOO!!!! YEAH!! That's some fucking poetry right there!! 

(Lanny is pleased, and nods toward him. Anjanette is mortified, Rally Jackson is bored, and Tux is startled by Jonnie's exuberance. Lanny starts his next poem)

Lanny Poffo: The police surrounded the wrecked car
And wondered if it was haste
Was it speeding, were they drunk
Why wasn't a belt across their waist?

He shot through the windshield
And oh how his mother must have felt
To know he could have saved her all this pain
If he had only worn a seatbelt

(Jonnie jumps up again like someone scored a touchdown)

Jonnie Valentine: DID YOU HEAR THAT?? THAT SHIT WAS SAD!!! Oh man!! (turns around and shouts at the audience) WEAR YOUR GODDAMN SEATBELT!! 

(Anjanette grabs Jonnie's hand)

Anjanette Valentine: Sit your ass down. 

Jonnie Valentine: (dutifully) Yes dear. 

Anjanette Valentine: I thought we were going to a poetry reading. This is Lanny Poffo. 

Jonnie Valentine: (truthfully) I don't understand. 

Anjanette Valentine: I am going home. You can get a ride with one of your buddies. 

Jonnie Valentine: You mean one of my Society...

(Anjanette glares at him)

Jonnie Valentine: One of my buddies, yes, that's fine. 

(Anjanette walks away)

Anjanette Valentine: (over her shoulder) And don't forget you have to pick up Arn from soccer at noon. 

Jonnie Valentine: I won't! (to Rally) Can you do that?

Rally Jackson: I have...alot of DUIs. 

(Lanny Poffo walks over and approaches them)

Jonnie Valentine: Wow, that was great. I can't believe it was so easy to see you. Do you have any of your material online that I could see?

Lanny Poffo: I'm glad you like my poems,
and I hate to be such a stooge
But you'll have to buy my book
And stop being such a scrooge!

Jonnie Valentine: (laughs loudly) Did you...did you just come up with that? That's amazing. Did you see how he just did that?

Rally Jackson: (unimpressed) Yeah, it was...yeah. 

Tuxedo Mask: You wrote a book?

Lanny Poffo: They'll be stories of frisbees
And me doing my Genius schtick
And if you make it to the end
I'll teach you how to suck your dick

Tuxedo Mask: Wow...is it on Kindle? 

Jonnie Valentine: We've been missing something lately Lanny, and I think you may be it. Could you be our official poet? 

Lanny Poffo: At Winter Warzone
Held in Lala Land
Tux and Jonnie will wrestle Keith and Oxford
for reasons few will understand

Oxford is arrogant
Keith is the Paragon of Sleaze
Jonnie will break both their arms
While Tux works on both their knees

Williams is a Champion
Oxford, only in his mind
But to think either can win
You surely must be blind

To beat Jonnie and Tux
they would have to cheat like a rapscallion
These two aren't Tully and Arn
They're closer to Young Stallions

Jonnie Valentine: I love it!! (turns to Tux and Rally)

(Tux and Rally shrug)

Jonnie Valentine: It's a deal. (puts his arm around Poffo as they walk away) Now, do you have any good poems for my wife on why I shouldn't have to pick my kid up from soccer? 

[thecomedian]

<We fade in to "The Golden God" Rally Jackson taking a break from all the poetry.  He is headed to the bathroom.>

Voice:  Rally!!  Rally!!  That's the ladies room!

<The voice was Rally's new bodyguard, Bryan Gordon.>

Rally Jackson:  Oh was it?  Silly me.  ::whispering to Bryan::  I can't believe how stupid you are sometimes.  

Bryan Gordon:  ::does the Tim Allen Tooltime errrrugh::  I checked the perimeter like you said.  All clear.

Rally Jackson:  Excellent.  You can never be too careful.

Bryan Gordon:  I don't think poetry halls are the most dangerous places in the world.

Rally Jackson:  You also told me you thought El Combatiente was just an enhancement talent, but alas here we are.  I literally just paid to put four extra diamonds on that belt. You know how many trips to the Sun Star Spa that could have bought me?

Bryan Gordon:  Relax, I'll get you a gift card for Christmas.  Say, you think I could just have a seat out there with you?  Considering the perimeter is clear?  I can enjoy the show.

Rally Jackson:  The show?  They are just rhyming.  I know it was a long shot, but I was hoping one of the women would do something disgusting on stage and call it artistic.

Bryan Gordon:  So that's a no?

Rally Jackson:  Oh just take my fucking seat.  Just don't tell Jonnie, Tux, or the one without the dick that I brought you.  They think I fired you.

Bryan Gordon:  Why would you tell them that?

Rally Jackson:  Because you have to be elite to be a part of the Society of the New Breed.  You're just not there yet.  There is a certain air about us.  The entire locker room respects us, fears us.  We are like the cool kids.  Nobody really knows who you are yet.

Bryan Gordon:  You sure they respect you?  El Combatiente body shamed you pretty hard.  That doesn't sound like respect.

Rally Jackson:  And then what happened?  He got cyber bullied over social media.  And if he clicked on translate he probably would have read all that.  It's 2020 mofo.  I can eat what I want, train as little as I want, keep gaining weight, and the losers on the internet will call me brave, tell me I'm a hero.  I'll lay it on thick and say I'm pregnant and I'll probably get some humanitarian award.  But BUT if someone makes funny of me then the trolls will come to my defense.  They have literally nothing better to do.  Right about now, El Combatient is probably deleting his twitter account.  While me?  I will probably put another pic up in a g string with my stomach hanging passed my knees and get a thousand likes by Saturday.

Bryan Gordon:  You are so wise.

Rally Jackson:  El Combatien may be the world champion of whatever this wrestling promotion is called, but me.... I am the world champion of life.

Bryan Gordon:  So hard to keep track.  El Combatie is the world champion of SWAT, you are the world champion of life.... and RDS is currently acknowledged as THE world champion?

Rally Jackson:  Acknowledged by who?  Himself?

Bryan Gordon:  Bill Apter maybe?

Rally Jackson:  Apter huh?  ::a lightbulb goes off.... figuratively::  Do you think we can convince RDS to put this title on the line?  More importantly, do you think this one will fit around my waist?

Bryan Gordon:  Add to your collection.

Rally Jackson:  Right.  Let's see I have been world champion.

Tag team champion.

Technical champion.

Hardcore champion.

Ultra Mega Heavyweight Champion.

National Champion.

International Champion.

And I dropped the Renegade Championship to Eddie D.

Bryan Gordon:  To be fair, the last six are the same title.

Rally Jackson:  That is debatable.  Either way, the title that RDS gave to himself would be a nice one to add to that collection.

Bryan Gordon:  I thought you didn't care about that stuff.  Aren't you trying to get into Hollywood?  Isn't this pro wrestling just a means to an end?

Rally Jackson:  Don't ever call pro wrestling a means to an end.  Pro wrestling is a forever career.  Whenever there is a mark willing to pay you, you can wrestle at 90 years old.  These fucking fanboys with trust funds will always be around willing to pay me a shit ton of money to run the ropes and land on my neck.  Sometimes, yes, better things come around and we must take those opportunities when they come, but when those wells run dry we always fall back on some goof willing to bankrupt himself in order to fulfill some childhood dream.

Bryan Gordon:  Preach on, preach!

Rally Jackson:  I should start calling you my cheerleader, not my bodyguard.  Anyway as far as acting goes, I was told I got the part as long as I made a donation to the Hollywood communist party.  The only times I donate to them is when I visit massage parlors in China.  Needless to say I told them no thank you.  Besides, things are looking up here.

Bryan Gordon:  You just lost.

Rally Jackson:  Yes, but how soon we forget.  I have an opportunity to wrestle the guy that acknowledges himself as world champion.  And if I am able to get him to put the title he awarded himself on the line, I could be the guy he acknowledges as world champion.  Heck, the sky is the limit.  He might decide to acknowledge me as God.  Or king of the world.  Depending on what he acknowledges the possibilities are endless.

Bryan Gordon:  But what if you beat him and he still acknowledges himself as world champion?

Rally Jackson:  It's like..... you're dreaming about gorgonzola cheese when it's clearly brie time baby!  Step into my office!

Host of Poetry Hour:  Up next, we have Andrew Dice Clay!!

Andrew Dice Clay:  Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet eating her curds and way.  Along came a spidee that sat down besidee he said ay, what's in the bowl bitch? Ohhhh

<Fade.>

[frostbite]

Somewhere in the Staple Centre...

We see a young short black haired gentleman wearing a gray tee shirt with long tights that are the color of the flag of the great state of Texas and the young man has the boots to match it as well. The young man is walking rather slowly around the backstage area as he is grabbing the back of his head as his face etched in pain. He is looking around for something.

Andrew Fulton: Wait a minute is that not Texas Pete. He was involved in our dark match right before we went on the air.

Jeremy Tucker: I believe you are right. He did take a nasty fall onto the floor. It appears the young man is looking for the trainer room to see if he did not suffer some type of concussion.

The young man, excuse me Texas Pete walks a few more yards until he finds the trainer room. He pushes open the white door, but as He sticks his head in we see a rather large man wearing a red and white KGB tee shirt he has on blue jeans and black boots. He is standing their with arms folded. He looks at the young man with an intense look in his eyes. Texas Pete looks around the room as he spots a young lady with purple hair and a couple of nose rings and her ear pierces all the way around her well ear. She is wearing a black tee shirt where we see the young lady belly button is pierced, she is wearing black leather pants and pink boots. She looks at Texas Pete with an intense look in her green eyes.

Texas Pete... I am here to seek some medical attention.

However, Texas Pete sees another young lady wearing what appears to be a white nurses uniform, this young lady long brown hair as the light is catching it to the point where it is blinding Texas Pete. We see this young lady is leaning over as it appears she is giving someone a rub down to someone on the trainer table. It is a young man with only a white towel around there waist. Texas Pete spots a scar going from his left wrist to his left elbow.

Voice.. That feels good.

The young lady in the nurse outfit is rubbing down the person left shoulder.

Nurse.. Sir you are quite tense.

Texas Pete.. Excuse me can I get some assistance.

The person lifts up there head, we see that it is none other Frostbite.

Frostbite.. Who in the hell is this guy. Can you see I an trying to get a rub down before my important match later on.

Texas Pete is looking confused.

Texas Pete.. I thought this was the trainer room.

Frostbite.. Who in the hell is this guy?

Texas Pete..This is the trainer room I need to see someone about my head. Can I please get some help?

Frostbite spins around as he sits up with the towel still around his waist.

Frostbite.. Listen kid, I am trying to give you a break. Can not you not see this room is being use at this moment in time.

Texas Pete.. You do not appear to be injuried you are using this room as some type of parlor.

Frostbite.. Kid you are testing my patience. Why don't leave like a good little boy should and I will forget this ever happen.

Texas Pete walks over to Frostbite as he gets right in his face as the young nurse is rubbing his right shoulder.

Frostbite.. It appears we are going to have to this the hard way. Zoey take care of this chump.

Suddenly Zoey chop blocks Texas Pete in his right knee. She kicks away on that knee. Suddenly the man that was folded his arms earlier it happens to be Bruno.

Frostbite.. Bruno get this piece of trash out of here.

Bruno picks up Texas Pete as he opens the trainer room door as he had him by his tights, as he tosses him down the hall as Texas Pete falls flat on his face. Texas Pete rolls over grabbing his right knee that was clipped a few moments ago by Zoey. Texas Pete is screaming in pain. Bruno shuts the door behind him. Frostbite lays back down on the trainer table, as the young nurse is rubbing the back of his left leg.

Frostbite.. Thank you for getting that newbie out of here. Zoey those long sessions are paying off. Loved that clip.

She nods..

Frostbite.. Hey, Bruno after I finish my session you want to get on the table.

Bruno shrugs his shoulders.

Frostbite.. I do not know where Armand found this young lady but she is certainly working out those kinks.

The nurse continues to run the back of his right leg, as she slowly moves up his leg.

Nurse.. Sir you really have lots of tension.

Frostbite.. You are telling me.

The nurse now has on her hands on the small of Frostbite back as he cracks his back in doing so. Zoey hears that loud crack as she moves toward the nurse, as if she is going to attack her.

Frostbite., Zoey relax. I am fine, she is just doing her job. Damn, that felt good.

Zoey backs off.

Frostbite.. Well later on tonight it appears that KGB has business that must be taken care of. We are booked in a six man match where Armand and Eddie D and myself must get in the ring against the brand new a world champion. El Combatient, Radu Matei and this newcomer Death Trap. Where in the hell do I start?

The nurse moves her hands up to the middle of his back.

Frostbite.. Radu, I am not surprise that we butting heads once again. I listen to as you continue to complain about I try my best to set you on fire as you continue to harp on the over and over again. Help me understand the last time we had a match I believe you won the match, and you held onto the World title. You should be happy. But you want to bring up the past. Since you want to bring that up, allow me to bring up the fact that I lost. That is what gets under my skin. I can not jump into some time machine and change the pass because it is what it is. I will admit I am a sore loser and I could use the excuse that if it was not for Soutter maybe I would have won the match and become the new champion on that night. But what really gets under my skin is simply put I loss, that I can not let go of. I told this damn company and Soutter when I return here it was to burn it to the ground and winning the title would have accomplish that. If anybody should be upset Radu it is me.

Frostbite sits up.

Frostbite.. You see Radu, Soutter screwed up what could have been the match this company would have talked about for years to come. But as I look back on it, I was actually too nice to you. I know you think me trying to set you on fire was really not being nice. I should have on that night really did the deed, but later on maybe I will take care of that and set you on fire and trust me when I say it is not quite a fun experience because I have it done twice to me. I think it is about time to make you have such pleasure. But I bet your boy would not like that. Soutter could not allow me to do such a thing because I might hurting his meal ticket. What I really do not understand about you Radu is that you know you can not trust the man but you did a with him. Maybe Paul had promise you things, maybe another crack at the title, maybe he is going to help you win the title. I get it people around here did not like the fact I turn my back on this company, but look at the end result. Soutter is not longer the leader of the KGB because he became soft.

He jumps up from the trainer table with the young nurse rubbing down his broad shoulders.

Frostbite.. Armand is doing his feet best to buy up the shares and try and turn this company around. I am trying to get in on some of that action myself. However, Radu tonight I day we give these idiots there money's worth and let's have a good old fashion fight to see who the better man really is because we both know everybody in this building pays to see the heel get his ass kicked by the face. Tonight, I must send this idiots home upset because the bad guy is going to hang the loss on the good guy, because it will sell more tickets. They will want to come back for more. But Radu in this scenario, the bad guy gets what is wants.

Frostbite walks over to Zoey as he leans on her.

Frostbite.. El Combatiente the new champion. You sir, have come a long way from getting your are kicked by yours truly to becoming the top dog. Armand saw something in you and I can see why. Somebody took the title off of that joke of a champion in Rally. But I am trying to figure out who just might be the bigger joke right now. I am standing here and thinking to myself since I have beaten you twice then I should cut to the front of the line right. I am sure Paul will grant that right.

Frostbite bends over laughing.

Frostbite.. I needed that. I do not who to laugh Paul actually giving me a shot or El Combatiente is the champion. But seriously you did not invite the KGB to the celebration. That really hurts. After all we did for you. We made you tougher and you went on to become the top dog around here and you do not show us any love for that. But it is quite alright, every dog as its day. You are the man, I guess Paul knows what he is doing by allowing you to be the top guy around here. But re member you are now the hunted my good man. Your partners tonight are going to look and you sideways because they want that chance at the gold. And across the ring you have three men that would be wonderful champions.

Frostbite walks over to Bruno.

Frostbite.. El Combatiente, I am going to see what kind of man you really are right here and right now. Tonight I am going to make it my personal business, to pin you in the middle of that ring and beat you for a third time, and then you and Javier will have no choice to give me a shot at something that should have been mine for a long time. Damn it is birth right to be the World Champion. Once I get in the ring with you, I will become the World Champion around here and I will finally burn this place to the ground. El Combatiente enjoy what you have because it will not be around for long. Armand has let you off the hook, but I am going to put you on that hook.

He steps in between both Zoey and Bruno.

Frostbite.. Death Trap, I am going to say this much, quite the impact you made last week as you helped Soutter beat this man. I am not surprise that he needed the help because when van Paul do anything on his own. I must admit, I do not know too much about you. From what my sources tell me you are done what of a big thing in this federation. We have had some of you come through here and do okay for yourselves. However you my good man have decided to b sck the wrong people. You have decided that Soutter is the right one to back. I should give you that free pass because you do not know your way around here, but somebody once said somebody people have to learn the hard way. Death Trap, I do not care what you have done elsewhere. You have to do it here and you pick on the wrong man to try and make a name for yourself off up. You picked on the KGB, and that my good man is not the way to go about things around here. I look forward to teaching you a lesson.

Frostbite reaches out as Bruno goes into his pocket as he pulls out some cash as he hands it to Frostbite. He walks over to the young nurse as he hands her the money.

Frostbite.. A tip, man that has good. I feel great.

Nurse.. Thank you.

Frostbite looks at Zoey and Bruno.

Frostbite.. Either of you want to go next.

The two shakes there heads to simply say no.

Frostbite.. As you wish.

The three head towards the door.

Frostbite.. Tonight, the KGB takes care of business one more time. Radu, I look so much forward into getting back into the ring with you kicking your ass.

El Combatiente, I want you to look across the ring and state right into these cold and intense blue eyes and realize that I will be the one to take your title from you. I wish Paul would allow Frostbite to have the title then I would not have to hurt his entire locker room. Let it happen already, stop insulting me by letting the janitor have the title. It is my time already.

Death Trap,welcome to the beginning of the end for you. Your time was simply worthless here.

Bruno opens the door as the three of them exit as he shuts the door behind them as the scene fades out.

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Our first match of the night, we have Rayzor taking on Benjamin Bolt. I feel like Bolt is one win away from going on a roll.

Andrew Fulton: He is one win away from getting a win.

Jeremy Tucker : Touché. This is a different match for Rayzor who has been teaming a lot recently with RDS. Bolt could be the stepping stone Rayzor wants to prove he is both a tag team and singles star.

Andrew Fulton: Benjamin Bolt is less of a stepping stone and more of something one just steps over.

Jeremy Tucker : Rayzor has that great height, not to mention a very sharp dressed man backstage.

Andrew Fulton: And Bolt has a striking resemblance to Dee Jay from Super Street Fighter.

Frank Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!!!

Crowd: ONE FALL!!

Frank Salazar: Currently in the ring from Kingston, Jamaica............... Benjamin Bolt!!!

<"Bullets with Butterfly Wings" by Smashing Pumpkins kicks in over the pa system.>

Frank Salazar: And his opponent...... hailing from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada..... standing at 6'10" and weighing in at 328 lbs...... RAYZOR!!!!!

<Arena goes dark as an orange strobe light plays along to the beginning of Bullets with Butterfly Wings. Rayzor walks out and stands center stage, looking around slowly with a smug look on his face as he raises his right arm in the air and pauses to breathe it all in. He then begins his slow walk to the ring. He gets ringside and walks around the entire ring and ignores the fans at ringside. When he gets the the steps, he puts one leg up and brushes his hair back before he makes it up to the apron and then steps over the ropes. In the ring he stands in the center and then raises both hands as fireworks come out of the back two ring post. He then makes his way over to the corner, rests both arms on the top rope and awaits the start of the match.>

Jeremy Tucker : Apart from being a successful wrestler, Rayzor is a successful businessman in the tech industry.

Andrew Fulton: In other words, he owns a porno website.

::DingDing::

Jeremy Tucker : Right off the bat, Rayzor nearly takes Benjamin Bolt's head off with a sharp lariat!!

Andrew Fulton: So far pretty consistent with the rest of Bolt's matches.

Jeremy Tucker: Rayzor picks bolt up and drops him down hard with a vicious ddt!! The cover!!

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

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

KICKOUT!!


Andrew Fulton: If Rayzor is so tech savvy, I wonder if he could help me clear my browser history.

Jeremy Tucker: Rayzor lifts Bolt back up now and shoves him into the corner. A series of giant knees! My goodness! Following up with some stiff elbows and Benjamin Bolt drops to the mat like a sack of potatoes.

Andrew Fulton: Dee Jay needs to start throwing his dread kicks or go for the max out.

Jeremy Tucker: You made the Street Fighter joke once already.

Andrew Fulton: And that won't be the last.

Jeremy Tucker: Rayzor lifts Benjamin Bolt to his feet and delivers a massive headbutt!! Oh no!! Benjamin Bolt is split wide open! Bleeding everywhere.

Andrew Fulton: A real genius that Rayzor is. He's bleeding now too.

Jeremy Tucker: There is crimson red all over the ring.

Andrew Fulton: Reminds me of when Cobryn used to bring the virgin ring rats into his dressing room.

Jeremy Tucker: If you're going to go there, Drew, it should be pointed out they were virgins of legal age.

Andrew Fulton: Did you just call me Drew?

Jeremy Tucker: Rayzor wipes blood off his brow and flicks it into the air.

Andrew Fulton: Does SARS-COV-2 spread via blood?

Jeremy Tucker: Rayzor scoops him up and slams him down in a pool of his own blood!!!

Andrew Fulton: I wonder if Rayzor is willing to hear me out on some ideas for apps. You think he might be willing to?

Jeremy Tucker: Rayzor pulls Bolt up from behind and drops an inverted ddt!

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

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

KICKOUT!!!!


Andrew Fulton: Dee Jay still has some fight left in him!

Jeremy Tucker: Rayzor bounces off the ropes and comes back with a big boot!! And Dee J.... BOLT is sent through the ropes to the outside!!

<Rayzor follows Benjamin Bolt to the outside and throws him into the guardrail as blood goes out into the audience.>

Andrew Fulton: A souvenir for some of our lucky fans.

Jeremy Tucker: Razyor rolls Bolt back into the ring. He slowly steps in over the top rope but Benjamin Bolt is not getting up. He stalks over towards Bolt and lifts him up. He walks him to the corner and....

Andrew Fulton: SNAKE EYES!!! Jinx buy me a coke.

Jeremy Tucker: No. Rayzor steps back and comes back in with a giant boot in the corner. Benjamin Bolt over the top rope this time and all the way to the outside!!! Looks like he might just take the count out win.

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

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

3..............................

4.............................

5.................................

6...........................

<Rayzor steps over the top ropes.>

7.........................

<Rayzor hops off the apron.>

8...............................

<Stomps the back of Benjamin Bolts head.>

9.........................

<Rolls Bolt into the ring.>


Andrew Fulton: I wonder if Rayzor had to testify in front of the Senate along with the other big tech industry leaders?

Jeremy Tucker: Rayzor going for the cover now....

1..........

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

HE LIFTS Him UP!!


Andrew Fulton: Well if he was just going to lift him up, why even bother pinning him?

Jeremy Tucker: Rayzor brings Benjamin Bolt back into the corner and begins choking him with his boot.

1

2

3

4

5

<Rayzor releases the chokes and Bolt slumps to the mat.


Andrew Fulton: Rayzor lifts Bolt and starts to send him to the ropes, but hits a short arm clothesline instead...

1......

2........

And he lifts him up again! Does Rayzor understand that you pin an opponent for 3? These big tech geniuses lack common sense sometimes.

Jeremy Tucker: He is toying with him. He knows what he is doing. A former UCW champion.

Andrew Fulton: Oh he was a UCW Champion? That changes everything then.

Jeremy Tucker: Rayzor lifts Bolt up in the gutwrench position and drops him with a backbreaker!!! Holds it...... and drops down with a sidewalk slam!! The cover!!

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

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


Andrew Fulton: Let me guess he let him up?

<Rayzor lifts Benjamin Bolt up one last time and drops him with a Thunderfire powerbomb.>

Jeremy Tucker: THE FALL OF FAME!!! HE COVERS!!!

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

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


Andrew Fulton: Let me guess he...

Jeremy Tucker: THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This one is over!!


Andrew Fulton: Does this mean he is still UCW Champion?

Frank Salazar: Here is your winner............. RAYZOR!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Fantastic showing by Rayzor. Back in the singles rankings and still must be in line for the tag team gold!

Andrew Fulton: Hey Rayzor? Can you hear me? Can you delete this malware off my laptop?

[Deleted]

“How have you not plunged her clunge?” Usually a British accent added class and sophistication, here? It only served to add to his crassness.

Knowing the horrid nature of his friend’s mouth, the young luchador began, “You see a beautiful woman, no?” Not waiting for a response, Dinosaurio continued, “I just see the buck toothed little girl that used to follow me around the arenas at my father’s matches.” It sounded cutting, but there was no malice in the young man’s tone. He’d known her his whole life, where men saw a desirable Latina bombshell, he still saw the awkward little girl.

A moment of silence passed between them, the Brit nodding before shrugging it off with, “Whatever you say mate, but me? I’d buck on her teeth any day! I’d buck all over those teeth, probably part of the curtains too.” Before bursting into laughter.

Their laughter died the moment Vanessa burst into the locker room. “Goth answered, well…sort of.”

Furrowing his brow, he says goodbye. “Thanks Oso, I needed the laugh, but I have to take care of something.”

Knowing ‘the business’ firsthand, Union Jack was practically impossible to offend. One doesn’t get named “The Bad Influence Bear” for being classified as easy to offend.

“Aye, go tan the entirety of that pale bastard’s hide! I’ll call you when you’re champion Lizzy.” And with that the blue masked Brit was gone.

Now it was Vanessa’s turn to furrow her brow as she asked, half out of fear. “Was that Jack again? Please tell me he isn’t…”

Chuckling as he cut her off, they were oil and water, though Jack had always insisted to Vanessa’s chagrin that she was far more interested in him than she let on. “He has the itch Vanessa, I can tell. It’s impossible to describe but once you get this in your blood, there’s nothing else. Tonight isn’t about you and Jack or this Armand Von Krauss or his flunkies. This should be between me and Goth. I just want a fair one on one match. That’s all. I’m lucky I got a rematch, I don’t think I’ll get another. He has to see this.”

Desperation was taking hold of his voice, at just nineteen years old, his emotions still got the better of him from time to time. ‘He’ was always in the back of his mind, his father.

The SWAT Television Championship was exactly what he needed to begin his campaign to become Tiranosaurio Junior. It was exactly the sort of accolade a young rookie dreamed of.

Ten minute time limit matches, featured on every card, he understood better than most what this meant. Camera time was an understatements commodity within Lucha Libre or pro wrestling as a whole.

Nodding, she did all she could do…take care of her client. “I’ll have word sent back to Goth that you want this to be one on one. No one else at ringside so you two can settle this.”