Battleground #34 : Winter Warzone (Show)

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome back folks, coming up now, we have some Amazons Action! Ravynn Ryder hooking up with newcomer Graysie Parker.

Andrew Fulton : Parker may be a newcomer to SWAT, but her manager Eric Dane sure isn’t. He is well known here, and EVERYWHERE he goes!

Jeremy Tucker : Well, this isn’t about him, it’s about the girls.

Andrew Fulton : Say’s you Jerry, but wherever he goes, let me tell you, its ALL about_him.

[The arena goes pitch black as the opening vocals to Tear Away echo throughout the stadium. A ring of fire lights up in the center of the stage and Ravynn Ryder rises up from the flames in her crimson red ring gear with a long matching trench coat. She walks slowly and methodically to the ring, taking the steel steps up to the apron and entering thru the middle ropes.]

Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first, hailing from New York, NY! Coming in at 5'10 & 145lbs … RAVYNN RYDER!!!

[Snow Tha Product - On My Shit Freestyle hits and Graysie Parker comes down to the ring accompanied by Eric Dane.]

Jeremy Tucker : Graysie looks ready for business here tonight, and so does Ravynn. Ravynn has been targeted by the Hired Killers since debuting in SWAT, but now she is on her own and meeting up with another newcomer in Graysie, looking to turn the tables.

Andrew Fulton : Turn the tables? Parker is managed by Eric_Dane Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Referee Vick Mackey calls for the bell and we are under way, Both women lock up and Graysie powers Ravynn into the corner, and Mackey gets in there and Graysie give a clean break.

Andrew Fulton : Ryder shoves Graysie in anger and Graysie preens and clobbers her with a big forearm.

Jeremy Tucker : She is quite the powerhouse is Parker. Ryder though rolls backwards back onto her feet and taunts Graysie, who chargers her and Ryder drop toe holds Graysie into the 2nd turnbuckle.

Andrew Fulton : Ryder quickly bounces off the ropes and hammers Graysie with a seated reverse bronco buster! Give that move over this way Ryder!

Jeremy Tucker : Ravynn rolls Graysie up for the cover after that Bronco buster and Mackey drops for the count.

One ………………

Tw … kick out by Graysie.

Andrew Fulton : Powerful kick out! With Authority that’s called Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Graysie grabs Ravynn and drills her with a Wrist-Clutch Fisherman’s Buster!

Andrew Fulton : That rocked Ravynn and she staggers to her feet right into a Bridging Capture Suplex ….. Mackey with the count.

Jeremy Tucker : This could be it already!

One ………………….

Two …………………….

Th … kick out by Ravynn.

Andrew Fulton : Ravynn on the attack now with a Listo kick, then an atomic drop.

Jeremy Tucker : Graysie no sells the Atomic drop and just about tears Ravynn’s head off with a HUGE clothesline!

Andrew Fulton : Brutal! Graysie picks up Ravynn and drills her with a big muscle buster!

Jeremy Tucker : Cover by Graysie ….

One ………………….

Two ………………..

Kick out by Ryder!

Andrew Fulton : Graysie with a big overhead t-bone suplex on Ryder.

Jeremy Tucker : Graysie stalking her prey now, Dane smiling knowingly from the outside, he has found something here folks in Graysie Parker. She cut her teeth early days of her career in the AWF and now here in SWAT she and Dane are hoping for a better fit for them.

Andrew Fulton : One mans trash is another man’s treasure.

Jeremy Tucker : You would know.

Andrew Fulton : Ravynn back on the offense delivers a back handspring head scissors DDT! She knows the moves Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : Sher does, but Graysie is tough as nails and right back on her feet …. PELE! Pele kick by Ryder and she covers ………..

One ……………………

Two ……………………

Kick out by Graysie.

Andrew Fulton : Dane is getting frustrated by Ryders moxy, and he starts thumping the mat in encouragement to Graysie.

Jeremy Tucker : Graysie responds and nails Ryder with a Butterfly Driver (Butterfly Suplex lift into sit-out Piledriver)

Andrew Fulton : What a manoeuvre!

Jeremy Tucker : Los Tres Muhares (3 Rolling Gutwrench Suplexes). Graysie is feeling it here folks.

Andrew Fulton : Graysie Bomb!!!! (Vader Bomb)

Jeremy Tucker : Dane is signalling, that’s it, its over, and Graysie nods in agreement and the fans also agree and explode as Graysie hits a Graysie Driver!!! (Pumphandle Stuff Piledriver)

Andrew Fulton : Goodnight Ravynn_Ryder.

Jeremy Tucker : Cover by Parker ……………..

One ……………………..

Two ……………….. hooks the leg ……………..

THREE!!!!

Andrew Fulton : That’s it! This is one is all over. Graysie Parker far too much for Ravynn Ryder tonight!

Jeremy Tucker : Big debut win for Parker, Dane slides into the ring and congratulates her, look at him, he seems almost happy.

Andrew Fulton : She must bring out the best in him. I wonder what it is she does to do that?

Jeremy Tucker : Give it a rest creep.

Frank Salazar : Winner of the match …. GRAYSIE PARKER!!!!

[Snow Tha Product - On My Shit Freestyle hits and Graysie Parker has both her arms raised by Eric Dane and referee Vick Mackey as we fade too …. ]

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Back within a makeshift dressing room somewhere backstage at Staples Center, Pequeno Dinosaurio awaits word from his opponent. Honour and championships were key features within Lucha Libre, each being as important as the other.

He’d found the United States an entirely different matter. Money seemed to be what most people sought, followed closely by glory. So here he sat hoping his opponent, the SWAT Television Champion Psychotic Goth would agree to make the match an honourable one.

Though, the champion’s earlier non answer of Vampira not interfering in his matches wasn’t all that reassuring. This was about making sure SWAT management understood how seriously he was taking the opportunity he’d been given.

There was an argument to be made that had he simply left his opponent’s wife to her fate, he’d already be Champion.

An impatient Vanessa paces the room frustrated. “Why does this matter so much to you? She didn’t even get in your way last time! You cost yourself the championship. We’re lucky they even gave you a rematch!”

He nodded, straddling a black folding chair and tapping the back of it with his hands. “Because Vanessa, I need father to be able to trust that I’m ready to do more than win.”

Stopping dead in her tracks, there wasn’t anything more than winning to her. Winning brought everything they were after. Better contracts, merchandise deals, endorsements, public appearances…and for her, more clients. Maybe her own father would even trust her to take on the big client…Tiranosaurio himself! Winning was everything to her and it was written all over her. From the blank expression on her face, to the hand on her hip, all the way down to her black heels.

Knowing this would be all he’d get from the Latina stunner, he elaborates; “I need to be something not everyone is up to. Something I don’t even know if I am up to. I have to be the good guy Vanessa. I have to be the white knight, all the time. Not just when it is convenient. My father has set the bar so high that I need to have a hall of fame career just to touch the bar.”

She too knew the pains of having a successful father, but she never thought about just how hard it would be for her client. The expectations alone were incredible, but to attempt to fulfill them like some sort of Tiranosaurio Junior checklist was madness. “You can’t compare yourself to your father, let everyone else do that. You’re too different. Tiranosaurio is a once in a lifetime…” realizing that wasn’t helping Vanessa goes quiet. “I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

Stopping the usually in control agent’s stammering, he knew she didn’t mean anything by it. It just went on to further illustrate his point. “Consider it forgotten Vanessa, let’s call it even. I’m sorry I put gum in your hair when we were kids.”

Nodding, finally they were free of their childhoods. The next chapter was about to begin.

[Oh-Oh]

Oxford Osland's Beachfront Condo
Miami, Florida
November 24th, 2020
--

It's what you might expect. 

Big bay windows, the fresh breeze blowing through the screen door which overlooks waterfront. Inside, we see massive flat screen TV's. Instead of a dining room table, there is a large billiards table situated in the middle of a side room. We look around to see special lighting which is clearly reserved for those nights where the fairer sex happens to be visiting.  

At the moment, Oxford has his phone to his ear while he paces around his 1200 square foot property. What more would an eligible bachelor in the prime of his life need?  

Osland: "Listen, you tell that masked guy he can bring all of his friends to the ring with him at Winter Warzone and it won't make a difference. In case he and Jonnie boy have been living under a rock for the past month, they know exactly who I am, and what I'm about. Heck, Andrew Fulton has essentially declared me the most 'must see' member of the SWAT Roster."

There is a pause, as the person on the other side of the line is either responding, or taking notes.

Osland: "You would think that everyone would be talking about how El Combatiente finally won the SWAT World Championship. Or perhaps they would be whispering about how 'Death Trap' made a surprise appearance. But they aren't. All anyone can talk about his how 'Unbelievable' I was when I wiped the mat with Benjamin Bolt. In fact, they're still finding pieces of his DNA splattered all over the ring, and the front row for that matter. In fact, I'm fairly certain Mr. Benjamin is teetering on retirement at this point."

Another pause, as Osland's face curls into a gigantic smile.

Osland: "'Society of the Whocares', The world of SWAT is going through a transition with new talent walking through their doors on a weekly basis. My tag tam partner Keith Williams is proof of that. Out with the old and boring, and in with the new and exciting. It took, what... two shows for Keith to become a champion? That's a record that might never be broken. But I'll tell you this, I'm hot on his heels. It won't be long before yourstruly is decked out in ten pounds of championship gold."

Osland laughs.

Osland: "That's right, you can go ahead and print that. It'll give Tuxedo Mask and Jonnie Valentine some added motivation to stop Keith and I from abruptly taking their spots away from them." 

We start to hear chimes in the background. Osland walks over to his desk and large monitor that is positioned perfectly in front of the window overlooking the water.

Osland: "Listen, I have to go. My 11 o'clock is calling in. Ciao." 

The Name 'Cape Breton Chad' is calling from his location. Osland takes a sip of his coffee, before accepting the call.

Osland: "What's up Chad?"

We can see a 20 something male on the other side of the computer screen looking a little disheveled.

Chad: "I'm stressin'"

Chad sounds a little desperate, and Osland knows it.
 
Osland: "Alright, take it from the top."

Chad: "Well, I went on two dates with this girl I met at work, and things seemed to be going pretty well. I would pick her up, we would go out for a bite to eat or out for a drink. We would text each other throughout the week, you know... typical things you do when you're dating someone."

Osland executes the delayed eye roll with absolute perfection. As we wait for 'Chad' to keep spilling his guts, we start to wonder where this might be going.

Chad: "All of the sudden, she's grown distant. She doesn't really engage and when I ask her about it, she denies it. She maintains that everything is fine."

Osland is now at the point of shake his head, as if he knows where this is going. 

Chad: "We made plans last weekend and then she bailed last minute. She said she wasn't feeling well, so I offered to come by her place and make her some soup - but she declined."

Osland looks like he's about to be sick to his stomach. 

Osland: "Oh god, stop it right there. I can't listen to another word of this."

Chad looks desperate. Osland looks like he's ready to scold a puppy for urinating on his leg.

Osland: "Listen to yourself, Chad. You're an absolute disgrace. Exactly what you've just shared is exactly why you're in this position.

Chad: "How can you be so sure? I haven't even told you about her - her name, or what she's interested in... her hobbies, how she dresses... I haven't told you about the clothes I've been buying myself, and the places I took her on the dates."

Osland: "All of that is irrelevant. You might 'think' that those details are important, but you'd be incorrect."

Chad seems incredibly confused, and wants clarification.

Chad: "Well... then... What?"

Osland takes a deep breath, as he decides to let Chad behind the curtain.

Osland: "When I would hang out with female friends, they would always tell me that they wished that some 'nice guy' would come along and sweep them off of their feet. The hypocrisy of it all is that when that would happen, my female friends would almost immediately 'friend zone' those potential suitors. Trust me when I tell you, women don't even really know 'what' it is they respond to romantically."

Chad starts to nod his head in agreement, insinuating that he has been there a few times in his life.

Osland: "What I can tell you is, the only thing that you can control is how you show up in your everyday life. A common mistake that we make as males when we are looking to attract the opposite sex, is we suddenly bestow high interest and  value on them, almost immediately. I blame society, and every romantic movie that was ever produced. In those scenarios, acting like a nice guy typically gets the girl. I'm not a nice guy, and I have women hanging all over me."  

Osland's laugh is as irritating as you might imagine it to be.

Chad: "Well, yeah, I mean... I tried to be romantic... "

Osland: "Listen, you projected a very high interest onto this particular woman in a short amount of time. That's a lot of pressure for anyone to take on. Let alone someone that you're just getting to know. So once your dates were over, what did you do?"

Chad: "I would drive her home, and ask her when she wanted to go out again."

Osland: "What did she say?"

Chad: "She told me that she wasn't sure, but would let me know."

Osland: "Great! Then what?"

Chad: "Well usually when I got home, I would tell her I had a wonderful night, and that I wanted to do it again sometime. The next day, I would text her, and send her a few memes, or funny stories. I would try to keep the conversation going."

Osland is now seething.

Osland: "For christ sake, Chad. I know we live in a digital age, but always remember this. Your phone, is used to set appointments and dates - nothing else. That device is not used to maintain constant contact with women you're pursuing. All you're doing in those down moments, is talking yourself out of your next date by being too available, and in some cases, too needy."

"If she told you she would let you know when she's free - wait until she reaches out to you. I know you think it's necessary to maintain constant contact with her in case she forgets about you."

Osland rolls his eyes with so much passion, he could probably see the back of his own skull.

Osland: "I know it's counter-intuitive, but its in your moments of 'inaction' where you allow for attraction to build. When you're constantly on someone's radar, you're not leaving any time or space for them to wonder about you. Women want to unwrap their 'toys' layer by layer, and they don't need you handing them all of the information on a silver platter."

Chad: "I wish I knew all of this before. So, are you telling me that I've royally screwed this up?"

Osland: "At this point, you walk away and you don't look back. You don't contact her again, until she initiates it. If she does, you keep it short, and arrange a time for you two to get together. That's it."

Chad: "...And if she doesn't?"

Osland: "Attractive women are constantly being pursued, and contrary to what we've been lead to believe - women actually do the choosing. So, if you want her to choose you, you can start by giving her some space. If she doesn't, you move forward and don't repeat the error in your ways the next time."

There is a pause, and then some silence.

Osland: "How is she supposed to wonder about you, if you're constantly on her radar?"

Chad: "I guess you're right."

Osland has an incoming call from a number he recognizes.

Osland: "Chad, we're going to have to pick up from here next week. I've got other business to attend to."

Before Chad can answer, Osland abruptly hands up on him. Osland shakes his head in disgust. Instead of answering the incoming call, Osland sends one of those pre-fabricated text messages that reveal that the user is too busy to answer the call.

Osland: "Here Kitty Kitty Kitty..."

[Cut.] 

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(The tron shows Psychotic Goth and Vampira surrounded by green and red mist sitting on twin thrones that are made up of bones the floor littered also with bones.)

Vampira: "Tonight 'The King of the Goths' shall once again defend his championship against Pequeno Dinosaurio, You asked a question and Psychotic Goth shall answer it."

Psychotic Goth: "Pequeno Dinosaurio you asked the question again about Vampira interfering in our rematch for the SWAT Hardcore Television Championship. Vampira has never interfered in my matches and never would interfere with my matches. I was going to grant you a rematch anyway since I promised you I would pay my debt to you and I always do."

(He gets up from the throne and crushes some bones as he walks over them and yells in a Native American dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "You see I always pay a debt back and I do respect you Pequeno Dinosaurio. The question you should ponder is will Armand and his losers from that circus interfere like they always do. They should be our main concern but right now I'm totally focused on my championship match with you."

(Psychotic Goth continues to walk around crushing bones as he chants in a Native-American dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "I guess you seen Armand's plot to try and end our careers so he can steal this SWAT Hardcore Television Championship from whoever wins it. Do you think that's honorable Pequeno Dinosaurio. It isn't honorable and respectful for this championship. Yet we both know Armand will find a way to ruin our moment in the spotlight. It always happens since that's the nature of this sport and always will. You shall learn that in SWAT or anywhere you travel or wrestle in. It happens all the time Pequeno Dinosaurio. I know from experience."

(He bellows in a Native-American dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "As for our match we are more than ready for each other and we should have an even better match than the first which Armand spoiled for everyone and there shall be hell to pay. You have been cursed Armand and no cheap swami or exorcism wielding fraudof a priest can't save your KGB or you. Your clowns and Gabriel Tuck can't save you from the curse Vampira has yielded. You are all doomed."

(Psychotic Goth roars in a Native-American dialect before lowering his head and raising his arms before flinging his head backwards revealing his pale handsome goth like looks.)

Psychotic Goth: "Pequeno Dinosaurio our destinies are to become one and our fates shall lie in the ring with the SWAT Hardcore Television Championship on the line. Yet fate shall have something different and it shall reveal itself. We shall see. Thus I have spoken and thus this omen shall come a reality."

(He roars and the bones literally disintegrate with the exception of the throne as the tron goes black and the scene slowly fades to black.) an

[Justin]

Backstage.

You know how we do.

Glamorous Glenda is standing outside of a black door. Taped to the door is a sheet of copy paper with GRAYSIE/DANE printed a bold, blocky font. Glenda brandishes her microphone like a weapon as she speaks into the camera in front of her.

Glenda: I’m outside of the dressing room of Graysie Parker and her manager-slash-mentor Eric Dane, and I’m about to attempt to get a couple of words from Parker after her big debut win-

Eric Dane Kool-aid Man’s through the door with Graysie in tow. The young lady-grappler is still in her gear, only now her legs are covered by the bottom half of a SWAT track-suit. A bottle of water is her post-match drink of choice, and she takes a long pull of hydro as Dane hijacks the entire situation as is his way.

Dane: GREETINGS! And salutations, Glenda! You’re looking as glamorous as ever! To what do we owe the pleasure of your company this evening?

Glenda: To be honest, I was hoping to-

Dane: Get a word with me about the dazzling debutante of dropping fools on their head here, Miss Graysie Parker? Of course! Ask me anything!

Graysie chuckles, she’s used to Dane’s shenanigans at this point. Glenda does her best to keep up, but let’s be honest, she’s only here to hold the microphone.

Glenda: First thing’s first, that was an amazing exhibition out there between Graysie and Rayven Ryder!

Dane: Way to state the obvious there, Glenda. YES! Of course Graysie went out there and put on a clinic! Rayven showed some spunk, kid might even have a future as the lesser-half of a tag team if she keeps her chin up and works real fuckin hard! But we’re not here to talk about Rayven Ryder, are we Glenda?

Glenda: Uh, well not exactly, but-

Case in point, The Only Star takes the microphone from Glenda and shoos her away with one hand as he pushes Graysie closer into the spotlight with his other.

Dane: See ya later, toots!

Graysie punches him in the arm.

Parker: Hey! Be nice!

Dane: What? That was me being nice.

The Iron Butterfly rolls her eyes.

Dane: No matter. What’s important is the following. Graysie Parker has come to SWAT for three things. Exposure. Prestige. And Championship Gold! Now I don’t think I need to go into what I think about the current Amazon’s Champion just yet because chances are she’s not gonna leave the building tonight with that strap anyhow, however…

He smirks.

Dane: No Man’s Land is looming large on the horizon!

Graysie nods, confident in her abilities inside of the squared circle.

Dane: And as of right here, right now I want to make it known that Graysie here will not only be entering that tournament, but unless somebody’s gonna bring a bazooka to that ring with them she’s gonna win that bad boy too!

Eric smiles, nodding to his protege.

Dane: You heard it here first, folks! Now, if ya don’t mind…

He flips the microphone at Glamorous Glenda who had been standing just out of camera-shot since being shooed away by The Only Star. She was all left hands, but she caught it before it hit the ground at least. Dane winks at her and turns to escort his charge back into the dressing room from whence they came.

After a few awkward seconds, Glenda recovers sufficiently.

Glenda: Well then, I guess there you have it! Eric Dane is entering Graysie into No Man’s Land and guaranteeing a victory! That’s mighty strong words, we’ll have to wait and see if Graysie’s got the goods to keep him from having to swallow them later!

Proud of her recovery and sign-off, Glenda beams as the camera cuts elsewhere.

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Third match of the evening, it'll be Lucky Linda La Fey taking on Jade of The Hired Killers. Jade and Kim have had ongoing success recently, both with singles wins over Ravynn Ryder and a tag-team victory against Ryder and Industrial Woman.

Andrew Fulton: Linda wasn't so lucky against Blaze several months ago. Misfortune like that could rear its head.

Jeremy Tucker: La Fey avenged that loss when she teamed up with Radu against Freya and Armand. With Blaze now holding the SWAT Amazons Championship, Linda should be one of the next challengers. She's a former two time Amazons Champion.

Frank Salazar: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing fir-

Unexpectedly "When the Levee Breaks" by Led Zeppelin plays and The Paragon of Sleaze makes his way out to boos as well as cheers. Ignoring the reaction of the fans, Keith heads directly for the commentating desk. Grabbing and putting on a spare headset, Williams pulls up a chair next to Fulton.

Keith Williams: Gentlemen.

Jeremy Tucker: Good evening, we weren't told you'd be joining us.

Andrew Fulton: Jerry! Where are your manners? May I offer you Tucker's pre-warmed seat?

Keith Williams: Let's call the match instead. Phil Weston is the assigned official to call it fair and square. He was decent at coaching soccer; he might be decent at being a referee.

Andrew Fulton: Of course, champ!

"Linger" by The Cranberries hits and Lucky Linda slips through the curtains, shooting Keith a quick glare then makes her way down the rampway, high fiving the fans.

Frank Salazar: Hailing from Dublin, Ireland... Standing in at 5’5 and weighing 130 pounds... LUCKY LINDA LA FEY!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Linda doesn't seem pleased about your presence, Mr. Williams.

Keith Williams: I'm only out here to call the action. I can't help it if that offends her.

Andrew Fulton: Yeah, Jerry!! Linda can get over it!!

"Street Fight (On the Sunset Strip)" By Guns N' Roses plays and Jade comes to the ring slowly and ominously accompanied by her twin sister, Kim. She jumps on the ring apron and does a sunset flip kip up before standing in the center of the ring, looking from side to side. Jade removes her dark shades and places them in her trench coat as she slips out of it. Glaring together at the opposite corner, Kim stops to give advice to Jade.

Frank Salazar: And her opponent... One half of The Hired Killers, from Bangkok, Thailand... Standing in at 5'10" and weighing 150 pounds... JADE!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Jade and Kim mean business. They don't look like they'll take anything less than a win tonight.

Andrew Fulton: There's the bell and we're starting this with a... Collar and elbow tie-up! Using her height and weight advantage, Jade easily backs Linda up into the ropes! Phil is calling for a break as Jade reluctantly pulls back.

Keith Williams: Linda doesn't hesitate, unloading with a loud chop across the upper chest of Jade. She doesn't respond, so Linda delivers three more chops! Feeling somewhat of a sting, Jade drills Linda with a forearm that staggers her. Another forearm from Jade leaves Linda stumbling back a few steps!

Jeremy Tucker: Irish whip and La Fey is sent off into the ropes by Jade! As Linda returns, Jade leans over for a back body drop and La Fey leapfrogs over her opponent. Using her momentum, Linda bounces off the opposite ropes, narrowly avoiding a back elbow swung by Jade. Bounding off the same set of ropes that started this flash of movement, Linda meets Jade once more and leaps into her!

Andrew Fulton: Somehow, someway, La Fey wraps her legs around Jade with a headscissors and doesn't release, spinning around and around Jade's body. Eventually Linda manoeuvres Jade into a standing headscissors, trying for the Irish Destroyer!!

Jeremy Tucker: It's a good effort, but Jade holds on to her legs and shifts Linda up to her shoulders. La Fey is only there for a few seconds before Jade tosses her with a F-5!! Linda's body hovers in the air momentarily until she slams down into the mat face first. Jade rushes forward, pancaking Linda with a running senton for added punishment! Jade flips La Fey over and there's a cover!

ONE!!!

Keith Williams: La Fey with the quick kick-out! She won't let Jade get a win over her easily! These two women are letting everyone know with their bodies why the Amazons division is unmissable!

Andrew Fulton: Do you know how much it costs for a threesome with conjoined twins in Thailand, Keith? I do.

Jeremy Tucker: That has nothing to do with what we're witnessing, Fulton!

Andrew Fulton: Loosen up, Jerry. You're as tight as my pants after remembering my trip to the Orient.

Keith Williams: Jade has Linda in the corner, relentlessly delivering Judo chops to the chest and face. She's switched it up, Jade is hammering Linda's throat with knife edge chops! Gasping and finding it hard to breathe, La Fey holds onto the top rope as a means to stay on her feet. Jade strides away from the corner, hustling back in to hit a double axe handle, but Linda moves and Jade bulldozes into the top turnbuckle!

Jeremy Tucker: Slightly dazed, Jade turns around as Linda charges into the corner and nails her with a running Yakuza Kick!! Linda peppers Jade with European Uppercut after European Uppercut, refusing to acknowledge Phil Weston until he starts a count. A few feet away from her opponent, Linda rushes at Jade and lands a stiff clothesline in the corner. La Fey grabs hold of Jade, positioning herself as she tosses one half of The Hired Killers with an Exploder Suplex!!

Andrew Fulton: Moving close to Jade, Linda launches herself into the air with a Standing Moonsault right into a pin! Phil slides across the mat and starts a count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

NO!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Kickout! Jade isn't about to allow a three count this early. Linda sits Jade up and nails a superkick that lays her flat! La Fey places Jade in a sitting position again, kicking her as hard as possible in the back over and over and over!

Keith Williams: Linda doesn't look like she's restraining at all! Leading Jade to her feet, La Fey brings her to a corner and hits Jade with a flurry of European Uppercuts that leave her on dream street. Using every ounce of strength she has, Linda muscles Jade upside down in a tree of woe! She's prepping for something big, guys!

Andrew Fulton: It better be huge, because those are the moves Linda needs to hit to whittle down Jade!

Jeremy Tucker: Barrelling out of the opposite corner, La Fey charges and cannonballs into the upside down Jade with a 450 Missile Dropkick!!!

Keith Williams: How is that even physically possible??!! She's picking Jade up!! With what power she has left, Linda grabs Jade around the mid-section and jerks to throw her over. It looks like La Fey won't be able to and at the last second she does, whipping Jade over with a Northern Lights Suplex! Linda bridges to ensure a pin!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

NO!!!

Andrew Fulton: As Jade stumbles to a knee, Linda bounces off the ropes looking for a Scissor Kick! She's close, but Jade scoops La Fey up mid motion and swings her in a circle, planting Linda with the Phire Slam!!!

Keith Williams: Linda barely has time to rest before Jade grabs her around the throat and heaves her to her feet! Hand still firmly wrapped around Linda's throat, Jade screams at La Fey and lifts her up, quickly flattening her with a Chokeslam from Hell!!! Placing a single foot on Linda, the official is forced to make a count for Jade.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE???

NO!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Not finished, Jade forces Linda to stand and snatches a handful of hair. As she's hurrying La Fey in the direction Jade wants, Phil admonishes her the entire time. Releasing her grip, Jade pushes Linda into a corner. Kim cheers her sister on as Jade softens La Fey up with knife edge chops to the throat, thrusting Linda onto the top turnbuckle!!

Andrew Fulton: Jade has followed Linda and is on the second rope. She seems a little unsteady, but manages to get one foot up on the top rope and the second now!! Both women look like they might take a tumble at any moment, unbelievably Jade leaps and uses her legs to throw La Fey back with a Top Rope Frankensteiner!!!

Keith Williams: La Fey holds on and the two women tumble for what seems like forever until Linda manages to shift in a manner that allows her to pulverize Jade with a Piledriver!!! What won't they do to win?!

Jeremy Tucker: Linda's too out of it to make a cover, if she's not careful she'll lose what little advantage she has after a move like that! Both women lie on their backs, sucking in oxygen and staring at the lights as the fans begin to clap, willing these wrestlers to fight!

Andrew Fulton: Jade gets to her knees and La Fey joins her. They mouth words at each other that can't be heard yet look nasty. Jade tees off on Linda with a chop, allowing Linda to return the favor until the pace picks up and they're furiously exchanging chops!!! Jade goes for a chop and Linda blocks, hopping to her feet and rocking Jade with a Roundhouse Kick to the head that almost takes her out!!

Keith Williams: Bouncing up again, Linda pulls Jade's head into the mat at a sick, sick angle with a Sitout Facebuster!!! I can't imagine either of these women have much left. This action hasn't stopped since the bell rung! Linda's hauled herself through the ropes and to the ring apron. Is she really going to the top rope? She's in no condition to try anything that risky! Sorry, fellas, duty calls.

Abandoning his headset, Keith Williams gets up from his seat and sprints to the ring, hopping onto the apron to get Linda's attention which also draws the referee over.

Jeremy Tucker: I knew Keith wasn't just out here to commentate.

Andrew Fulton: Stop speculating, Jerry!! Clearly he's looking out for the welfare of Linda. She ought to appreciate the gesture!

Jeremy Tucker: You can't be serious, Andrew.

Andrew Fulton: Deadly. Deadly serious, Jerry.

Still on the top rope, Linda and Phil argue with Keith to leave as Jade starts to stir, standing up without anyone noticing. Kim yells at her sister to get Linda and Jade stumbles toward her opponent.

Jeremy Tucker: Linda, pay attention to Jade!! It's too late, Jade snatches La Fey from her prone position and across her shoulders, twirling Linda repeatedly in a Torture Rack!!

Andrew Fulton: As she rotates, Jade drops Linda and hits the Pain Killer!!! My best friend, Keith Williams, gets off the apron and allows the referee to check on Linda as Jade covers her lifeless form.

Jeremy Tucker: Best friend? Not like this!!

Andrew Fulton: Exactly like this, Tucker!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

The bell rings to signal the end of the match as "Street Fight (On the Sunset Strip)" by Guns N' Roses plays over the speakers. The Paragon of Sleaze fetches a microphone from a ringside stooge and cautiously backpedals his way up the ramp, looking at Linda with a smile.

Frank Salazar: The winner of the match via pin-fall... JADE!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Jade allows Phil Weston to raise her arm in victory as she stares at the fallen Linda, exiting the ring when she's had enough. Kim and Jade breeze past Keith as his attention remains on La Fey. The music stops and Keith Williams is ready to speak.

Andrew Fulton: I can't wait to hear his soothing voice.

Microphone held inches from his face, Keith observes Linda as she shakes off the effects of Jade's finisher and notices Williams is still there.

Keith Williams: You wanted an answer? It's yes; I accept. Consequences? You don't have a clue, Linda. This isn't about how lucky you think you are. This is about whether I let you survive or not. You thought I did you wrong as a teammate? Wait 'til you're facing me one-on-one.

Lucky Linda watches Keith as he disappears backstage, letting her soak in what just happened and what's to come.

[Venom 🕷]

Javier: You need to let it go and not let it get to you. He’s just a kid with daddy issues.

We have cut to the back where El Combatiente sits on the bench in front of his locker. He’s masked but still in his street clothes. On his lap sits his SWAT World Championship. Sitting next to him is his manager, Javier.

El Combatiente: I know, I had daddy issues too, but I was embarrassed on Pay Per View. I win this title and the first thing people see is that.

El Combatiente grabs the title from his lap and turns and tosses it in his locker.

El Combatiente: I am a joke. I walked into NLW a conquering hero and walked out in shame. My mask ripped off my face and my pride wounded by a child. No matter what I do in my career that Venom family continues to haunt me.

Javier: Look Champ I know that hurt. How could it not, but it is time to shake it off. We cannot sit here and wallow in our self-pity. You’re the champ now. You are the tip of the top, the cream of the crop. You are everyone’s target.

El Combatiente straightens up a bit as Javier continues.

Javier: Rally Jackson seems to have moved on for the time being but Frostbite has already began to throw his hat in the ring and you can bet he’s going to be ready to take as many shots at you tonight as he can. If he can manage to soften you up and then work his way into a title shot he will walk out as the new Champion if you’re not prepared.

El Combatiente: I am always prepared!

Javier: You were not prepared the first time you faced him. You remember that? You were not prepared and he handed you what to this date is your only singles loss. And he made it look pretty easy.

El Combatiente: That was ring rust. Times have changed. I am ready now. I have seen him enough, I know him now. He will not catch me off guard again.

Javier: What about the second time for your TV Title? You fought him and Goth to a draw. If it was not for the time limit he could’ve taken your title then. That was just a few weeks ago now. You could not beat him then.

El Combatiente: You are gaslighting me? That was a short time limit. I am built to go the distance. I am built to go all the way. He did not beat me he ran out of time because of his blood feud with Goth caused him to lose focus on the task at hand.

Javier: Sure sure.

El Combatiente: Do not do that.

Javier: Do what?

El Combatiente: Say “sure sure” like it’s not true. I kept my eye on the prize during the four team cage match and was able to pull out the win and get a measure of revenge on Armand at the same time. Then the next week I was able to go the distance with the super heavyweight Rally Jackson and west him out enough that I could lift the monster of a man up and drop him on his neck. That got me this.

El Combatiente reaches back into his locker and picks the SWAT World Championship back up and holds it up in the face of his manager. He stands up and looks down at his manager, towering over the smaller and seated Javier.

El Combatiente: And I earned it. Frostbite can come for me because I am the champ, I am prepared. I am ready. You said I am the cream of the crop and the cream rises. I will rise. Tonight I will meet Frostbite in the ring and he will have his team again and I will have mine. While he and his squad of goons are a cohesive unit I have got the one and only Radu on my side. He is the greatest Champion this company has seen and I will be the next greatest. If that’s not enough I have got a fellow World Champion on the Network with me and he’s got a chip on his shoulder and something to prove. IF THAT is still not enough for you Javier then here.

El Combatiente hands the World Title to his manager.

El Combatiente: You should hold on to this while I prepare. I am not afraid of Frostbite or anyone else in this company for that matter. I am the World Champ and I will be ready for them.

El Combatiente turns on his heels and exits the locker room leaving Javier alone holding the World title smiling. He looks up at the camera.

Javier: The KGB made a mistake when they tortured me. They could have just come to me and spoke to me man-to-man and they would have likely got me to change my mind. That man that just left here in fiery passion after I turned his mood he’s a man that is inherently good, I am not though. I am the devil on his shoulder and he can ignore me and keep being good, or I could burrow in deeper and make him do what I want. So when you decided to torture me rather than talk to me you dug your own grave. Now I too had a grudge against you and since that moment I have been dug in on my clients shoulder telling him exactly what to do. This could have been for you Armand. This could be your fiery passion on your side directed at your enemies, but now you are my target instead of my ally. That’s why I convinced my client to help Radu and get closer to him. I cannot control that beast, but with him on our side I have got another target pointed at you. Then I invited Death Trap along. He does not know it was me because I just set the plan in motion and let others do the work like a good leader, kinda like you Armand, but effective. So now he is here and he has got his eyes on you Armand. I do not know if you have ever seen what he can do, but your joints are in for a world of hurt. Revenge will be mine. Revenge will be ours. Tonight is another battle in the war, a war you are losing Armand, and it will be one step closer to you losing the war.

The camera zooms in on Javier’s smirk before we fade.

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{{The wall of text stops, as Sabrina Sinstone pops her face into The Industrial Woman's locker room.}}

Sabrina Sinstone: What are you up to KO Woman?

I-W: This unit is critiquing Blaze Freya's Amazon championship merits in binary code.

{{The Industrial Woman's earnest effort is touching enough that Sabrina thinks twice about letting the robot know that the champion barely speaks, let alone binary.}}

Sabrina Sinstone: Well, don't be too vicious hon - she'll be upset enough about losing the belt.

I-W: Affirmative.

Sabrina Sinstone: Well I'll let you get back to it.  Good luck!  Or zero one one zero zero, as they say.

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{{Nodding politely, Sabrina closes the door allowing KO Woman to continue her dignified trash talk.}}

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B̵̢̢̲̠͓̰̠̤̗͇̥͛̂͐̊̒͛̂̎̒ ̴̜̪͉͙̦͙̠̮̻̟͈̦͚̺̀̀̉ļ̵̢̩̮͔̜̳͔̰̥̙͎̙͓͉̩͆̀͂͒̄̒̆͋̽̿́̇̾͊̓͛͝ ̵̛̛̱̰̞͓͍̦̄̃̎̆̓̆̚ͅa̸̱̝̖͊͋͛̂̉̒̂̃̀̐̓͆̕͠͝ ̴̦̱̤̤̳̺͙͕̹̩̱͍̻̭͉̾̊́͘͝z̷̲̻̎͗̀͆̈́̅̀͋͊͠ ̶̥͍͖͙̝̮͖͍͈̺̰͕̦̱̗̂̽̓e̷̛̟̼̘͚̠͕̻͍̽̐̔͐̒͑̅̕ ̵̨̧̡̨̠̺̮̭͎̘̯̯͖̺̖͎͈͒̍͑̋͊͋̀͐͑̃̿͊̈́͐̕͠͝F̷̡̧̛̺̭͈̫̓̀̈͒̐̔͛̈́͛̕̚ ̶̥̫͚̹̙̺̗͉͠r̵̢̦̯̼͍̼̝͈̘̬͚̯͋̽̈́̿ͅ ̶͓̰̙͚̺̪͈̺̽̊e̶̱͚̔͌̃̔̐̉͊̕ ̵̝̬͈͖́̀̐̇̋́͌͗̆̀͑͒̅̊̕̕͝y̶̙̞̰̺̳̘̱̙̖̏̈̋͌̐̅͗͌͒̃̋͠͝ ̵̬̠̠̰͍̖͓̼̬̝͉̏̎̿à̷͚̰̭̬͓͎͙̜̾̿̋͝.̵̼̪͔̼̃́̈́͛̂̆͊͌̉̿̅̚͘ ̴̡͕͖̻̬̙͖̗̩̙͇̺̩̖̦̩̂ ̸̨͖̗̅̈́̾̎ͅ

̷͖̆̽̍͗͛́̾̚

̷̜͙̭̭̮͒͆̿̅̃̉͒̌̎̈́̑̔́̆͘͠͠Ļ̷̖̘̄͜͜ ̵̛͉͙̰̠̦̪̪͈̞̤̠͕͚͖̹͋̆͋̿̑̋̈̅̕͝ȩ̸̗͎̗̺̣̪̬͕̟͇̈́̀̇͆̌ͅ ̶̢̢̝͖̖̣̣̦̠̪̙̂͑̇̂́̅̓̉̔̔̆̓͐͊͘̚̕ă̸̜̻͈̤̲̟̥̦͎͓̏͌̽̂̀̓̂̍̂̽͌͒̂̚͝ ̶̣̺̠͉̪̠̖̞̱͍̺̫̘̪̖̆́̆̉̑̚r̸̡̪̫̫͍̯̗̀̐̎ ̴̦̙̲͕͔͉̲̣̰̿͂͐́̎ͅn̶̨̺̯̻̹̟͎̰̖̪͓̼̦̮͔̂̽̈̆͜͝ ̵̡͕̞̞̱̥̤̣͇͍̫̲́̎̓̊́͘

̷̡̨̨̧̨̛̮͇̖̥̺̮̜͙̦̱̹͚̎́͋̾̈̈̌̃̕

̴͙̌̐̿̑̒͆̄̀̀͝ţ̴̠̭͔͓͈̭̦̮̺̇́ ̷̛̻̳͍̤̥̬̬̫̼̭͖͚̯̗͎̌͑̌́̀̌͑̂̄̇̓̇̈͐͝ơ̵̥̬̲̩̰̏̓̾̒͑̀̄̈̋́̈́̉̓́ͅ ̷̡̱̰̰͉̖̅̅̈́͑͊̊͊̄̚͠͝

̵̨͈̥̻̥͉̗͉͓̰̰͖͕̜̫̰̀̒́͂͐̚͜͠

̷̧̨̛͖͕̹̟̤͖̞̖̠̈́̊͑̔͘͠ͅf̷̜̙̬̫̾̃̂͘ͅ ̶̖̻͍̗̻̱̲͖̟̤̩͓̞̰̹̬̃͒̾ḝ̸̳͍͉̊̃͒̓̓͒̕͠͝ͅ ̶͍̘̜̮̠̀̉̍̄͊̍̍͌̃̃̾̈́͑̀̕͘a̸͚͑́̉̄͊̓͐ ̴̡̡̨̙̗̱̱͕̠̱̮̺̭͕͖͛̑̾̈͐̈́̈̀̈́̉́͜͠r̵̛̪͈̼͇̀̓̈́̿͊̓̇̚͝ ̸̢̯̝̠̙̖̫̗͇̹̍͛͜͝

̸̡̡̛̞͕̪̳͉̭̪͉̗̹̺̈́͌̐̍̃̈́̃̅̐͂͌͝

̶̩̺͒̒̂̅͝t̸̨̨͙͍̦͚̦̝̫͈͍͚̩̭̩̙̓̋̆̈̂̊̈́̎̌̕͝ ̴̡̫̥͔̭̹̱͐͑̎͗̀̒h̴̛̯̝̭̖͎͓͉̪̩͖́̑͐́̆̆̐̐̂̀̆͛̇͝͝ ̵̛͙̣͓̣͈̮̙̤̭̿́͛̉͋͗̔́̔͐̕͝ȩ̵̯̘̘̐̋̂̅͆͒̽͆̕͘͠͝ ̷̧̨̹͓̲̰̩͈̟̙̦̆̿̉̑̈́̂͊̐̓͐̑́̒͘͘͜

̴̧̡͇̟̳͈̪͚͉̯̞̫͓̫͛́͑́͛̋̿́̚̚͝ͅ

̵̧̛̛̻̼̬̮̪͚̜̙͍̣̯̳̘͓̐̓͌̓̄͒̀͌́͌̇͘͜͝ͅi̵̭̥̗͉̗͚̒̓͑̾͜͜ ̷̡̛͉͕͖͕̣͈̬̈͗͑̔̍̊̿̓̈́̕͘ņ̷͈̫̞͕̠͂͛̂̊͒̕͝ ̶̧̧͉̠̖͕̻͕͆̉̀̎͋̐̕ͅd̸̹͇͂͒̓̾̑̌͋̈́́͌̏̕͜͝͠͝͝ ̶̡̳̘̯͌̐͌́̈́̽̎͐̉͊̚͘̚͝u̵̠̣̜͚͓̰͂͋̆̌̀͌͌́̌̽͒̽̉̌͑͘͝ ̸̏̈͐̍̏̇̐̉̀̒͂͐̂͒̾͜ͅs̶̨̡̬̭̎͐̐̃͐̍͂̉̑̄̉̿̕͘ ̵̡̠͈̟̺̼̜̤̟̬̊̍̾̈́̓̓̍͒͝͝t̷̛͎̽̐̃͊͗̿͛͌͆͂̅̽̒̇͗͠ ̶̤̠͝ŕ̸̢̬͆͛̌̀͘͠ ̶͇̮̞͇̫̼̯̺̮̤͓̫̲̍̈́̔̎͋̄̊͛͜ͅͅį̷̢̳̠̳͙͕̺̩̥̎̏̀̈́́́̏̽̓͒̓͌̎͘̕͝ ̸̨̧͕̮́͛͊̀̕͘ȃ̷̢̩͕̟̟͚̳̬̠̜͖͓̦̆̓́̓͒̊̀͘͜͠͝ ̸̞̈͂͒̓͐̽̑͂́̾̅̓̋̈ļ̶̼̦̘͕̫͈̥̮̠̹͙̣̒͛ ̵̨̨̝̩̘̦̠̯̝̰̣̩̫́̂̇̋́̃͒̕

̵̧͔̦̰͔͐̄͋͝

̴͉̥̠̺̳̫̩̰͎̜͖̈́̈́̿̐̈́͌̂̓̇̕ẅ̶͉̼̩̰̰͎͇̩̦͔̱̤̬̘̼̥́̆͂́͆̑̂͒̓͌̚͘͝ͅ ̴̛͍̞̣̬͇̥̫̬̽͂͌̂͊̃̄̋͝ő̶̦̹͖̪̺̪̮͇͎̯̜̉͂̅̀̌̊̽́̈́̚̕͝͝ ̷̗͍͎̳̝̰̭̽͛͊̽̈́̾̚̚͠͝m̴̝̠̻̣͈͎͔̞̜͚̩͉͙̯̣̀̓̏̾̆̐͑̌̃̄̉̐̿͒̀̚͘ͅͅ ̴̨̡̲̗̰̜̠̫̟͈̺̳̆̀͋͒̌̍̽͝ą̴̢̨͚̖̤͇̜̞̼̯̜̥́̿̆̎͒͌̀̌̈̈́͊̐̒̉͜͠͝ͅ ̵̡̜͈̮̲̯̰̤̠̐́̔n̸͚͓̙̹̾̅̈̉̾̉̂̈͌̎̔̋̊͘.̷̧̧̡͇̯̖͉̯͖̭̳̒̈́̓̇̾͆͋͑́̈́͒

[SWAT Team]

(The show returns from commercials for holiday specials, collegiate football playoff and bowl games, Alex Turner's and Roxylishus's reality television show, along with various SWAT stars sending greetings to the great SWAT fans before returning to ringside where ringsiders are holding signs that say "Rally smells what you're cooking!," "Rage from the past!," "Worship the gut!" and RDS 2020B.C.!" as UFC Remix plays and Team Fairtex makes their way to ringside to cheers wearing the official SWAT COVID-19 masks. They sit down in between Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton who are wearing headsets and Team Fairtex put on their headsets.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Welcome back to Battleground: Winter Warzone and so far it's been just that. Right now we're being joined by Team Fairtex and so far the show has proven to be just that."

Andrew Fulton: "Well if everyone just gets behind the real owner of SWAT Armand von Krauss and gave him full control of SWAT. Everyone would be satisfied but no they treat him like a pariah."

Phantam Fairtex: "First off Andrew don't ever and I mean ever say that name again and another thing the way things are going Zoran will probably rise from the dead in the form of a dinosaur skeleton and start making matches."

Tong Fairtex: "Don't forget there's a wrestler named Dinosaur Bones."

Phantam Fairtex: "See I was right."

Tong Fairtex: "Anyway, what my brother is saying is he's not over that stock incident and he wants to take it out on someone."

Jeremy Tucker : "There's the Anzac Cup 2021."

Phantam Fairtex: "Where someone will screw us out of a spot."

Andrew Fulton: "Hey one less victim for the superior KGB."

Tong Fairtex: "Team Fairtex is no victim to anyone or any team including those KGB assholes."

Jeremy Tucker: "Getting to this match RDS2020 has been demanding competition to prove he's 'The 21st Century Man' and a true champion in SWAT."

Tong Fairtex: "Even though the title he's wearing is worthless and more like a cheap knockoff of some other promotions belt."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah and in the meantime these authentic official SWAT COVID-19 masks made by CEO Angela's corporation. Remember these are officially licensed and you can get them by stopping by the concession stands and vendor kiosks. You can even choose from masks with your favourite stars including Rally and RDS."

Andrew Fulton: "Hey that cuts Ron the Merchant Guy out."

Phantam Fairtex: "Boo Hoo."

Andrew Fulton: "Getting back to RDS you better show respect to the future champion who can represent us and will bring us back the X-Crown."

Tong Fairtex: "As much as we respect him and Rayzor. Those two are as representative of the best of SWAT as Dinosaur Bones. They are relics from a time long ago and should have stayed buried in the annals of SWAT history."

Phantam Fairtex: "Just like the Society of the New Breed who are all dinosaurs."

Andrew Fulton: "At least we can agree on that."

Phantam Fairtex : “Don't push your luck."

Jeremy Tucker: "RDS wants to win in impressive manner at Rally's expense meanwhile Rally wants to rebound after losing his championship to El Combatiente."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah multiple dq's and the referee looks the other way and that fat slob Rally gets away. He could have retained his title if he got disqualified but he didn't. Hell if he has to demand his fellow Society members to pay him to rejoin them. Then they are the biggest jokes in SWAT."

Tong Fairtex: “The Society of the New Breed and RDS2020 and Rayzor are jokes."

Phantam Fairtex: "To think that one of these two could be in line for a possible title shot. Oh perish the thought of the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship around their waists would make SWAT a joke again."

Jeremy Tucker: "Right now let's go to the ring for the introductions."

Tong Fairtex: "Cue the circus music for this three ring clown act."

Phantam Fairtex: "Don't say clowns after everything that we went through."

Frank Salazar: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first he comes in at 5'11' and weighs in at 210lbs....."

(The opening tones and seaside sounds of "Bastard" by Devin Townsend start to play and the ominous guitar leads starts to build up the song, echoing throughout the arena the main riff starts and RDS emerges from the curtain, and starts making his way to the ring, slowly while focusing his cold blue eyes on the ring. He has the "Big Gold" Heavyweight Championship around his waist as he makes his way down the ramp to ringside.)

Frank Salazar: "Now making his way to the ring, from 2020...'The 21st Century Man,' the current defending champion of the world......
R.....D.....S!"

Phantam Fairtex: "More like the turn of the century or the eighties or nineties."

(He stops at the bottom of the ramp, and stares slowly side to side before walking towards the steel steps to enter the ring.)

Andrew Fulton: "Oh what an entrance."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah for a drama queen."

(RDS climbs the steps with a slow focused purposed one ring the crowd and again with his eyes entirely on the ring. He steps through the ropes and walks over to the referee while taking off his championship belt, handing it to the referee before turning his hard face to the camera and raising both hands in a victory pose as four fireworks shoot from the turnbuckles and the music fades out.)

Frank Salazar: "Introducing now, hailing from Rio De Janeiro Coming in at 6'1'and 300lbs. He is 'The Golden God' Rally Jackson."

("Hate and Glory" by Gesaffelstein hits and RallY Jackson makes his way down the rampway. He is taking his time and looks seriously out of shape. He gets into the ring and struts around in a confident manner and then cracks his own neck and the referee approaches him and starts patting him down.)

Jeremy Tucker: "The former SWAT World Heavyweight Champion is ready for action."

Andrew Fulton: "You mean the SWAT World Heavyweight Chick Magnet Champion."

Phantam Fairtex: "More like Dead Beat Heavyweight Champion or Food eating Heavyweight Champion."

Tong Fairtex: "Good one bro."

Jeremy Tucker: "The bell rings and this match is officially underway. The two men lock up and Rally easily forces RDS2020 in to the corner and breaks cleanly before breaking off."

Andrew Fulton: "RDS is complaining about a hair pull which Rally shrugs off nonchalantly which is typical ignorant Rally. I bet he pulled one of his usual childish pranks on both RDS and Rayzor just to show his stupidity."

Tong Fairtex: "From the jackass who's crush on Blaze Freya didn't last long when Armand abandoned her."

Andrew Fulton: "It was a strategic retreat."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah like the rest of KGB's other matches where they need to save their sorry asses."

Jeremy Tucker: "Rally and RDS lock up again and RDS unleashes a series of punches and kicks that back Rally up a bit. He runs into the ropes and clotheslines 'The Golden God' who just wavers but as RDS runs into the ropes Rally counters with a big shoulder block sending RDS to the canvas."

Phantam Fairtex: "First off if you have a big man and to bring him down you go for the legs. Yet RDS is proving he is an idiot when he goes for the head and arms."

Tong Fairtex: "That's right brother Tong. When you chop down a tree you don't go for the limbs or branches or the crown. You go for the base which is the trunk. If you don't do that you'll get injured or killed. Thus this is what that idiot is doing."

(The ringsiders boo as Rayzor struts to ringside.)

Andrew Fulton: "Here comes Rayzor who's going to back his good bud up and show that RDS is a champion through and through. Hell, RDS alone knows what he's doing."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah, he'll want to buy his way into the match by purchasing cheap shots at Rally. Speaking of idiots know what he's doing. RDS seems to know by way of being on the receiving end of Rally's devastating chops that are lighting that idiot up. Rally whips RDS into the corner and he hits hard and falls onto the canvas butt first like a tossed ragdoll. Oh prepare for a hazmat emergency because Rally just slapped his butt and charges in and butt bounces RDS followed by a stink face...... Oh PEEEYEEEEEW!...... PEEEEEYEEEWWWW and an epic PEEEEYEEEWWW!"

Andrew Fulton: "EWWW! That I can agree with and I can smell the stink from here and you can smell it in the rafters. Hell disqualify him ref for causing a health hazard. Hell disqualify him for not getting off RDS. Rayzor angrily pounds on the canvas demanding the referee warn Rally which he finally does. Rally refuses because he can't get up but sighs and finally does get up and leaves for a water break. Poor RDS is coughing and retching up because he's not going to be able to wipe the taste out of his mouth. Rally throws him into the ropes and clotheslines RDS Three-Sixty out of his boots and to the canvas. He bounds into the ropes and drops a leg to the back of the neck before making the cover for a one count."

Tong Fairtex: "Rally bodyslams RDS with authority and leaves the ring. Time for one of his infamous water breaks again."

Andrew Fulton: "The human gas bag is all gassed out."

Tong Fairtex: "In any match there is no time for a water break. If this was a high school or collegiate or Olympics. If this was an MMA or even professional boxing or Thai fighting event. Then you would get a break but this is professional wrestling and there are no breaks in the match. Rayzor comes around and is trying to provoke Rally who shoos him away as he returns to the ring."

Jeremy Tucker: "Rally is met by a high flying dropkick and then follows up by going behind executing a Russian legsweep before making the cover for a one count."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah he did a flying body press onto the referee and almost pinned him. RDS unleashes a series of stomps to Rally's head, arms and legs and uses his boot to choke Rally. Yeah all those water breaks really helped the all mighty 'Golden God.' Meanwhile Rayzor continues to encourage him to kill him."

Tong Fairtex: "No surprise there from a coward. Rally should stay in serious shape each and every day. Rally is literally vunerable to the younger competitors which don't include RDS."

Andrew Fulton: "Rally's was a great Champion, I feel myself his ribs are misunderstood."

Tong Fairtex: "Minsunderstoof? He is as old as dirt and yeah RDS is as old as that old fossil Dinosaur Bones and Hulk Hogan combined."

Phantam Fairtex: "That's the truth brother Tong. RDS whips Rally into the corner and delivers a devastating running flying knee to Rally's chest and follows up quickly with a running bulldog. Rayzor pounds on the apron as RDS makes the cover....One....Two....No! Rally kicks out."

Jeremy Tucker: "That was close even for Rally. RDS slaps an armbar on the former champion in the middle of the ring and Rally is in pain. He looks like he's in trouble as RDS continues to place pressure on that arm. The referee is checking to see if Rally is okay and he refuses to submit or tap out."

Tong Fairtex: "He's too big and proud to tap out or submit to a mental midget like RDS or even to a dull piece of trash like Rayzor."

Andrew Fulton: "I'm going to tell them what you just said about them."

Tong Fairtex: "Don't worry we'll tell it to their faces personally."

Andrew Fulton: "Rally slowly picks up RDS and strains to hold him up before slamming him to the canvas. The referee is counting as Rally slowly rolls out of the ring for yet another water break. He tells another attendant to get him another bottle of water."

Jeremy Tucker: "Rayzor demands that Rally picks on someone his own size which Rally shrugs off before returning to the ring. Rally bounds into the ropes and once again leg drops RDS in the back of his neck followed by a series of elbows to the back of his head."

Andrew Fulton: "Rally attempts a body slam but RDS counters with a DDT. Rayzor encourages him to make the cover and he slowly does make the cover.....One....Two....Rally gets a shoulder up. RDS mounts and grounds and pounds Rally relentlessly."

Tong Fairtex: "The ring attendant returns with another squirt bottle of water and places it where Rally can get to it. So far the former champion's letting RDS break his knuckles on that infamous hard head of Rally's."

Jeremy Tucker: "RDS stomps a mudhole into Rally's mid-section and drops a series of knees to Rally's head before delivering another ground and pound to Rally's head as Rayzor jumps onto the ring apron and cheers on RDS before the referee warns him to get off the ring. RDS drops a series of knees to Rally's head before choking him with a knee and poses as he chokes him. The referee warns him and he breaks the hold only to open up a can of whoop ass."

Andrew Fulton: "RDS stalks the former champion and cinches in a Tazzmission.....the Katahajime and he has it in tight. Rally's struggling to stay on his feet and RDS is all but assured a submission victory. Come on referee Rally's tapped out and everyone knows it."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah and Rally just rammed that idiot into the corner and continues to do so until he's forced to release the hold. RDS again slumps down to the canvas like a ragdoll and.....Oh no.....Rally's again slapping his butt and backs into the opposite corner and charges in and buttbounces RDS followed by another stinkface....Oh the shame as Rally breaks his record of executing stinkfaces in a match."

Phantam Fairtex: "Rayzor seems to be so angry he's spewing a series of unrepeatable and unfamily like words and quotes that are not family friendly. Meanwhile once again RDS retches and coughs from the toxic effects of Rally's latest stinkface. Rayzor is still spewing out those adult parts that are unquotable unless you call those adult phone lines that Andrew Fulton calls when nobody is around. Hey El Jefe why don’t you shut your mouth."

Jeremy Tucker: "Apparently Rally's ignoring Rayzor as he signals the end. He picks up RDS and takes him to the top turnbuckle and positions him for the Rio Deal. He executes it but doesn't go for the cover."

Andrew Fulton: "I'm surprised he didn't go for another water break. He goes back up to the top rope and he executes a Bonzai Drop and crosses his arms as the referee counts.....One.....Two.....Here comes Rayzor into the ring.....Three."

Frank Salazar: "Your winner at 12mins. and 30seconds.....'The Golden God' Rally Jackson."

Jeremy Tucker: "Rally rolls out of the ring just as Rayzor was about to attack him after a hard fought victory over RDS. Rayzor is demanding that he get back into the ring and face him. Rally just smiles and leaves drinking his water."

Andrew Fulton: "So he wants to avenge his partner's defeat as well as his tag team loss to the Society of The New Breed. Hell ,everyone's had enough of Rally and that clown act that calls itself Society of the New Breed."

Jeremy Tucker: "Nevertheless it's still counted as a victory for Rally Jackson. We want to thank Team Fairtex for coming out for commentary ."

Tong Fairtex: "It's been a great honor Jeremy and ass kisser. Right now we have a bit of business we have to take care off in the ring."

Andrew Fulton: "I hope they wipe the floor with you two."

Phantam Fairtex: "Excuse us please and KGB loving Fulton of bullshit. Cover your eyes since this won't be pretty."

Jeremy Tucker: "Looks like things are going to get real pretty soon."

Andrew Fulton: "You think. I'm hoping those two pieces of trash get slapped silly like the last time they met in the ring."

(Team Fairtex remove their headsets and get their cordless mics before circling the ring and RDS2020 and Rayzor before entering and getting in their faces.)

Tong Fairtex: "You know brother Phantam."

Phantam Fairtex: "I know what you're about to say brother Tong."

Tong Fairtex: "It seems future boy and Razor Ramon 2.0. have issues with Rally Jackson because.....Ummm.....how can we say it....."

Phantam Fairtex: "Rally and the Society of the New Breed left a bad taste in their mouths and we can still smell RDS or is that Rayzor's bad breath."

(RDS and Rayzor begin shouting at them as Team Fairtex pretend not to hear them.)

Tong Fairtex: "Could you two speak a lot louder or better yet can someone please give these two mics or they'll start spouting conspiracy theories like Sami Zayne rants about being targeted by the higher ups."

(A ring attendant gives RDS and Rayzor mics.)

Tong Fairtex :"Now where were we before this little oversight occurred. RDS you always complain and complain and complain about this and that and this and that. While you Rayzor constantly run your mouth and spew obscenities like AWF's Rat Bastard who seems to have fled into a rat hole or sewer never to be heard of again."

Phantam Fairtex: "Allegedly."

Tong Fairtex: "Hell we can't even tell the differences between you and Rat Bastard."

(RDS and Rayzor speak into the mics but nothing comes out.)

Phantam Fairtex: "Now who turned those mics off."

Tong Fairtex: "Don't look at me or you."

Phantam Fairtex: "Let's see maybe just maybe these are cheap karaoke or cheap joke mics."

Tong Fairtex: "You now maybe it was the late great Kommissar Zoran Sainovich as a lasting memory of his thieving ways or maybe it's Armand von Krauss who replaced the real ones with defective ones to get back at us."

Phantam Fairtex: "Great theory bruh."

(RDS and Rayzor shout furiously at them.)

Tong Fairtex: "You know these two seem to want us to back down but guess what."

Phantam Fairtex: "I know what you're about to say."

Tong Fairtex: "That's because we're bros. Seriously tell you what? You want us out of your face R and R."

(Rayzor and RDS shove Team Fairtex's faces but they remain calm and remain in their faces.)

Tong Fairtex: "Shit it looks like we're both still in our faces. So lets see who is going to be still in the other's faces. Let's have a tag team match between us at the next PPV New Years Nightmare. We don't care if it's for a top contender's sport or a regular match. Team Fairtex could care less. We plan on shutting your mouth's up once and for all. What about it. You man enough or are you just big smack talkers with no guts but to complain."

(RDS and Rayzor push and shove Team Fairtex who lunge and push and shove them in turn and they continue to push and shove each other angrily until ring security and personnel storm the ring and separate them. Rayzor and Phantam both start to brawl as Tong and RDS begin brawling. The locker rooms pour out and storm the ring to separate and force both teams out of the ring and to the backstage area.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Well it looks like all four are out of the ring and back in the backstage area. Team Fairtex and RDS and Rayzor look like they want to put up or shut up at New Year's Nightmare. We'll see if that match gets signed."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah RDS and Rayzor are still angry about their losses to the Society of the New Breed and Team Fairtex is going to get a beat down for provoking them. They are going to be dead meat after that smack talk."

Jeremy Tucker: "We'll see if that match is made but right now we have to go to a break but we'll return with more great SWAT action after these words."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

[SWAT Team]

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

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

Soutter : WELCOME TO SUITS SUITE!!!

Tonight, we have a special guest for the Suite lined up. But first, first I would like to go back to Battlelines last week. Wowee. What a show. How about that Lumberjack match with me and Compton Colossal! I knew the big Dawg and the KGB would bring it, and man, he gave me a run for my money.

Lucky for me I had a couple of aces up my sleeve. Death Trap was a BIG surprise. Blew me away, then add in my Trump card in ‘The Only Star’ Eric Dane and the Bandits didn’t stand a chance!

More importantly than all that even though last week, we saw A NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! EL COMBATIENTE! What a win! What a story! This guy has stepped up in the biggest way here. He took a stand! He drew the battle line! Rally, he was a great champion, and what a year he has had. The Triple Crown of belts. Tag. Ultra whatever he called it. WORLD! It’s been a fairytale comeback, not so much for the guys in the back feeling the brunt of his pranks, but you know what they say about this business. It’s not ballet.

I am sure Rally will get a shot real soon to get that gold back, and I am sure EC will welcome that challenge!

Tonight though! Tonight we have another Champion coming down to the Suite. THE AMAZONS CHAMPION! BLAZE FN FREYA! Come on Down!

[“Collapsing” by Demon Hunter hits and Blaze makes her way down to the ring and joins Suit on the couch, her Amazons belt strapped over her shoulder.]

Soutter : Blaze! Welcome to Suits Suite! How are ya?

Blaze : Well, you know how it is. Sitting pretty on top of the mountain. Got the gold. Got the cash. When you are not only the Amazons champion but THE Sex Symbol of SWAT! The world is pretty much at your feet.

Soutter : It wasn’t at your feet at Battle lines. You were in fact, on your back, and not in the good way.

Blaze : What? That stupid mixed tag match? Who cares about them meaningless encounters. Frankly, they bore me.

Soutter : You got pinned by the former champion Lucky Linda? Does that put her in line for a title shot?

Blaze : I guess. (dismissively) She frankly bores me too.

Soutter : Really? How about your challenger tonight? The Industrial Woman?

Blaze : (robot impersonation) Bor_ing. Does_not_com_pute.

Soutter : She had a lo ….

Blaze : (cutting him off) Look. I don’t give a stuff about no freaking mechanical blow up dolls. I am the real thing! Live and in the flesh! The hottest woman on the planet! I will send her back to her factory a bucket of bolts!

Soutter : She is …

Blaze : (interrupting again) Ob_so_lete. She is obsolete! This isn’t the wizard of oz! Some tin man sex changed cyborg is going to wrestle ME? For this? (taps the belt on her shoulder) What did they do at the lap, choppee choppee her pee pee?

Soutter : I’m not sure she … um … he … had one to begin with?

Blaze : It’s a moot point. What will I face next show at the New Years Nightmare to defend my belt, a Transformer? A Zombie maybe? A Skeleton Dinosaur?

Soutter : That could possibly be arranged I believe.

Blaze : No doubt. (Blaze mock yawns) What I am really looking forward to, is this upcoming No Mans Land Tournament in the new year. Lock me in for a spot in that would you.

Soutter : I don’t know if the Champion can be in it, I heard we will also be show casing a title defence in our promotion of women’s wrestling.

Blaze : Forget them stupid rules. If I have to be in both, so be it, I’ll be in both, but there is no way there is a party for the best Woman in the XHF without The Blackpool Bombshell coming along.

Soutter : Let’s change the subject. Everyone is talking about you and the KGB. Are you joining my old crew the Bandits? It looked like you guys had great chemistry last show and were both on the same page, right up until the end when …..

Blaze : (once again interrupting) When yes. We had a misfire. It happens. As for the KGB ……

[The KGB theme blares thru the arena and right on que, the Bandits, Armand von Krauss, Eddie D, Frostbite, James Fierce and Bruno make their way down to the ring. They enter the ring and stand over Soutter for a moment menacingly, then, move their attention across to Blaze. Armand with a mic.]

von Krauss : Yes Blaze. The world is talking about you and the KGB alright. And, we have all discussed it, and, (Bruno pulls out a t-shirt, it’s a KGB shirt and passes it to Blaze) You’re IN! Welcome to the THE Elite stable and organisation in the whole of wrestling.

Blaze : I’m IN? Ohhh! Joy! (standing up and looking at the t-shirt) I can’t wait to be a Bandit! This is going to be so much fun. I am more than happy to join you guys. (they are all smiles and proud as punch, slapping each other on the back pleased with their new addition) Just one thing I want you all to do first before I put this on. (Blaze stands up and turns around looking at the t-shirt and holding it up for the crowd, she then bends over and rips her pants and panties down and exposes her entire butt to the KGB and the crowd.) THAT’S KISS MY HOT NAKED ASS!

[Blaze slides out of the ring, the KGB and Soutter all gobsmacked staring in shock. She then wipes her butt on the shirt and hurls it into the crowd, some creep snatching it from a kid and sniffing it deeply, yucko.]

Andrew Fulton : I’ll kiss it! I’LL EAT IT!

Jeremy Tucker : Shut up creep! The KGB don’t look happy, look at them in the ring now threatening Blaze as she laughs and heads away thru the crowd, we’ll be right back folks, coming up next, the TV Title on the line!

[eddied]

(We Meet Eddie D, hungover, apparently drowning his sorrows after losing his SWAT Renegade Title.)

EDDIE: Hello fans. (Eddie scratches his balls and belches) I know that I should have been in front of you sooner. Apologizing for losing you the bragging rights, that you love the guy that carries the strap, but you all know that titles don't maketh man. Getting up and going again after a set back is what sets your reputation. Yes I chose booze over the gym to get going again, but when you're power personified like me, you can wallow for a while and not lose too much edge to your game.

Some of you dumb mouth-breathers expect me to blame my loss on Johnnie Valentine. Some of you punks expect me to cry foul that a run down distracted me. Well Johnnie, you can have Mr Run-down plastered over you, but I live it. So I sure as shit ain't the kinda hypocrite to condemn the act that helped get me over.
I wasn't annoyed that you were mocking me... Like I don't know that's what people think of me in the locker room... but I run-down because there's not a security guard or wrestler strong enough, or ballsy enough, to stop me going wherever I want, whenever I want... I earnt that moniker and I do what the fuck I want around here.
The Big Deal yadda yadda, I'm drunk, so do you're own soundbite...
You love me if you've listened this far... I'm not a cliche bag of catchphrases...
look up my last promo and jizz to the "Bring It On!" at the end if that's your thing... I'm not myself right now.

No Johnnie,... what I was annoyed about, was YOU, Johnnie "The world owes me a title" Valentine, YOU don't get to wear a Mr Run-down shirt, jacket, baseball cap or even a rusty pin badge because you are a praise junky, fan loving, Son of a Bitch and I pity you. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, you did changed the course of the match but there was none of the panache and beautiful brutality that I bring to the party. A functional run-down with a costume change, mediocre at best, Two Stars rated, Raise your game ya amateur.

As for Mr Sleaze, well I would love to be sat here as champion, but without that loss I wouldn't have hit that second bottle of Jack and had this tremendous clarity of vision and burst of creativity. You see I was all set to hate on you Keith... incidentally what fucking times are we living through when a guy called "Keith" is successful at anything other than accounting, but I have been distracted. Not just in our match, but by events at the Double D club. You see the ReVenants are still the third tier stable on the block. The Tier One KGB and The Society still command this battlefield.
It seems because Battleground has come to California there was some plan to gate crash the KGB "sorry you lost the belt" bash at my night club. The Society turned up at the Double D Club, but I think it was just a drunken spur of the moment thing because this was an ambush that may as well have been accompanied by a marching band and a flare gun shot the way they executed it. Epic fail.

I put the botched attack into a festive poem for you, as poems seem popular right now.
I call it "The night before Winter Warzone"...

'Twas the night before Warzone, the KGB in the house

Double D Club, Schnapps (mostly drunken by Von Krauss)

The stockings briefly hung, the dancers stripped off with care,

in hopes that dollar bills soon would be there.


We all got dosed up, on a few of Trent’s forgotten meds,

while we dreamed up fresh ways to drop guys on in their heads.

The tag belts were there, drunken drool on the strap,

we just settled our brains on the next neck to snap.


When out in the car lot there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.


The moon shone on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

though this was Vernon CA, so it could have been blow

when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

but The Society tour bus all pissed up on beer.


With a buff old driver, so drunken yet quick,

I knew in a moment it was Monsieur Dropkick.

More drooping then spaniels, his stooges they came,

and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:


"Now Jackson! The Prancer!

Now, Tuxedo! The Vixen!”

He slipped onto his arse

“Oh, Donner and Blitzen!”


I ran to the porch!

Baseball bat in my hand!

Johnnie yelled “Dash away! Dash away!

This is not what we planned!"


A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

Ambush thwarted, but mind racing, another plan in the works,

Getting back in the bus, all filled up with jerks.


And laying his finger aside of his nose,

and giving a nod, as a threat? I suppose.

He sprang to the top step, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, but Eddie D can eat shite!"


EDDIE: I hope that was all that you dreamed it would be.
Now I'm gonna polish off this glass and prepare for yet another Main Event.
Title or not, sober or not, I am still the man to beat around here. 

Merry Fucking Christmas.
Jingle some sleigh bells and BRING... IT... ON!



This vignette was sponsored by the KGB and MainEventEddie.com. Except no imitations. #4Life

[SWAT Team]

Frank Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SWAT Television championship! Featuring first the challenger, hailing from Mexico City, Mexico...he is 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.

The Crowd erupt into a “Goth is Gonna Kill You” chant.


Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno Dinosaurio ready to make things happen again tonight. He has it in him to take the Television title from Psychotic Goth.

Andrew Fulton: Yeah, Dino Guy can do it. The crowd don’t seem to think so, he made a good showing last show but Goth is, well, Goth and no one can survive in there with that mad man. I wonder if Goth agreed to the terms of Vampira not coming down to the ring. He instead argued that Vampira never interferes in Goth’s matches.

Jeremy Tucker: Right? If she never interferes, then there should be no problem in leaving her in the back.

Andrew Fulton: Why capitulate to the demands of a challenger? If I were Goth, I wouldn’t do it. What if the twins came down again?

Jeremy Tucker: Then, they will come against the combined might of Pequeno and Goth.

Andrew Fulton: I would think that Goth would take advantage of the situation to keep his title.

Jeremy Tucker: He’s an honorable asshole.

Andrew Fulton: Honor is for other people.

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 .....The King of Goths .... PSYCHOTIC GOTH!!

Jeremy Tucker: I guess that answers whether or not that Vampira will come down to the ring.

Andrew Fulton: Yep. Goth says he owes Dino Guy, but won’t give him this peace of mind.

Jeremy Tucker: Psychotic Goth goes right in as the bell ring, hitting a shoulder charge that sends Pequeno Dinosaurio right down to the mat. Pequeno hops back to his feet as Goth charges through to the ropes and comes back for another shoulder charge.

Andrew Fulton: This time, Dino Guy is ready with an arm drag that Goth rolls through back to his feet and hits the ropes. Goth comes back, going for the shoulder charge again, and again is tossed with an arm drag.

Jeremy Tucker: Again, Goth rolls through the arm drag and hits the ropes again. This time, Pequeno is on the move, hitting a high cross body block that brings Goth down to the mat. Pequeno hooks the leg for the cover!

Andrew Fulton: Goth kicks out before the ref can get into position. Dino Guy gets up and this time, he goes for the ropes. Psychotic Goth jumps to his feet and takes a swing for a clothesline as Dino Guy comes back.

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno drops into a somersault under the clothesline and back up again to hit the ropes and comes back with a lightning quick bulldog before Goth can get turned around!

Andrew Fulton: Dino guy doesn’t stand up so much as he goes straight into the air and hits a standing moonsault knee drop to Goth’s spine!

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno backs away as Goth gets back up to his feet. Before Goth can react, Pequeno is in the air again! He leaps right up onto Goth and hits a hurricanrana!

Andrew Fulton: Goth is on the ground and Dino Guy runs to the top rope! He’s looking for a Phoenix splash! He leaps through the air, get a load of all that hang time!

Jeremy Tucker: But it’s all for naught as Goth gets a foot into the air and connects with Pequeno’s jaw! Pequeno is rolling across the mat while clutching at his jaw in pain.

Andrew Fulton: Psychotic Goth gets up to his feet and immediately puts the boot to Dino Guy, kicking him in the ribcage and gut. Goth feeling his brutal roots.

Jeremy Tucker: Brutal roots?

Andrew Fulton: Roll with it. Goth gets Dino Guy back up and hits a belly to back suplex with a high overhead throw! He gets Dino Guy back up and does it again! And then again!

Jeremy Tucker: Psychotic Goth pulls Pequeno up and begins to Irish whip him, but Pequeno reverses it. No! Goth reverses it! No! Pequeno reverses it! NO! Goth reverses it again, sending Pequeno straight into the referee!

Andrew Fulton: Round and round we go, where we stop is the law! The ref is out cold!

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno looks stunned. He tries to check on the referee, but Goth spins him around and hits a fireball right in the face! Pequeno is down to the mat, rolling around while clutching at his eyes.

Andrew Fulton: Dino Guy is blinded by the light! Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night.

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno Dinosaurio rolls out of the ring to try to recover himself. Goth rolls out of the ring in hot pursuit! He walks by his own corner, grabbing his chain. He wraps the chain around the neck of the blinded Pequeno and begins to choke him out! There’s no ref to stop him!

Andrew Fulton: Goth owes Dino Guy, but this is how he treats the guy. Fireballs and chains. I guess it’s respect since he’s holding nothing back.

Jeremy Tucker: Psychotic Goth grabs Pequeno Dinosaurio in a bear hug. He hefts Pequeno up, runs with him, and slams Pequeno’s spine into the ring post! This has the positive effect of breaking the bear hug.

Andrew Fulton: Goth pulls Dino Guy up and wraps him up into a bear hug again! He slams Dino Guy back into the ring post!

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno grabs the chain from around his neck as Goth wraps him up in a third bear hug. He whips Goth across the back to break the hold before Goth can smash him against the corner post a third time.

Andrew Fulton: Dino Guy drops the chain, hops up to the ring apron, and leaps into the air from there. He hits a moonsault axe kick, driving Psychotic Goth to the floor.

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno Dinosaurio rolls into the ring while Vampira runs around the ring to check on the downed Goth.

Andrew Fulton: Vampira helps Goth up and into the ring. Dino Guy is on him like meat on tacos with a baseball slide dropkick to the shins!

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno jumps to his feet, grabbing Goth up, and hits a northern lights suplex that he rolls into a deadlift vertical suplex. He holds the suplex position for a moment before dropping down!

Andrew Fulton: The ref looks like he’s back to his feet and Dino Guy is going to the top rope!

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno looks to see where Vampira is and make sure that she’s not interfering. He leaps high into the air and hits the Five Star Pterodactyl Splash! He goes for the cover!

Andrew Fulton: The ref gets into position to make the count!

Jeremy Tucker: One! Two! Three!

Andrew Fulton: Dino Guy has done it! He’s beaten Goth!

Frank Salazar: Winner of the match and NEW SWAT Television champion...Pequeno Dinosaurio!

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno Dinosaurio is in the middle of the ring with the Television championship!

Andrew Fulton: Psychotic Goth is still out cold in the middle of the ring. Vampira looks like she’s going to climb into the ring to check on him.

Jeremy Tucker: That is if the security railing didn’t come crashing down with Hehehe and Hahaha grabbing her first! Hehehe drills her in the side of the head with a pair of brass knuckles while Hahaha throws her face first into the side of the ring steps, demolishing them!

Andrew Fulton: Vampira gets back up quickly enough, blood running down her face from a gash in her forehead. She lets out a banshee scream and charges the twins, but is taken down with a double clothesline!

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno Dinosaurio slides out of the ring, nailing a drop kick to the side of Hehehe’s head! He drills Hahaha in the gut with a kick and leaps into the air, hitting a moonsault axe kick to the back of the filthy clown’s head to send him face first to the floor.

Andrew Fulton: Hehehe smashes Dino Guy full on the nose with the pair of brass knuckles, sending the brightly colored luchador to the floor with a spray of blood.

Jeremy Tucker: Psychotic Goth is starting to stir. Hehehe pulls Pequeno up by the throat and slams into the ring apron while maintaining the choke. Hahaha stomps the downed Vampira.

Andrew Fulton: Goth slides out of the ring, grabs his homemade weapon. An exploding barbed wire baseball bat? Good thing he didn’t use this during the match!

Jeremy Tucker: Psychotic Goth rounds the ring and cracks Hahaha in the back of the head with the baseball bat. BOOM! The disgustingly fat clown goes down. Hehehe drops Pequeno and looks at Goth with a sadistic giggle.

Hehehe: Come and play, big boy!

Andrew Fulton: Psychotic Goth swings with the bat and Hehehe punches at it with his pair of brass knuckles. BOOM! Hehehe staggers backwards a few steps from the explosion. Hehehe giggles, but then is grabbed from behind by Dino guy and hit with an inverted ddt!

Jeremy Tucker: Hehehe is quick to sit right back up, but Goth swings the bat down with an overhead swing. BOOM! The sadistic clown is out like a light.

Andrew Fulton: Psychotic Goth nods to Dino Guy, who nods back. Goth goes to check on Vampira and help her up.

Jeremy Tucker: What’s that music? “Circus Apocalypse” by Vermillion Lies? Oh no.

Andrew Fulton: Oh yes. Armand von Krauss is out on the entrance stage with Gabriel Tuck, Sticky the Clown, Bruno, James Fierce, Frostbite, and Eddie D! The full might of the KGB is out!

Jeremy Tucker: Armand is in his business suit. He’s standing out there like a general to lead his troops. Armand surveys the ring from his vantage point, lighting an Egyptian cigarette. Does he know that he’s not allowed to smoke indoors?

Andrew Fulton: I don’t believe Armand cares what you think.

Armand von Krauss: I want Psychotic Goth unable to wrestle ever again. Go.

Eddie D: And the luchador?

Armand von Krauss: He wants to help Goth? Let him share Goth’s fate...

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno Dinosaurio, Psychotic Goth, and Vampira get into the ring. They look like they know that they are going to be fighting a losing war, but wait! Through the section of crowd that the twins came through! Paul Soutter, Radu Matei, El Combatiente, Lucky Linda and Death Trap!

Andrew Fulton: The odds have been evened up! Look! Armand is furious! What’s he going to do? The KGB look like they are waiting for the order to charge into combat anyway.

Jeremy Tucker: Who is that coming out from behind the curtain? A blonde woman in a stunning red dress! Oh! Esmeralda von Krauss, wife to Armand! She walks out and runs her hand up Armand’s arm to his shoulder, seemingly calming him down.

Esmeralda von Krauss: You know you can take them, but why now? They will not stand united forever, dahling. You have some of them at the main event tonight where you will crush them beneath your iron will. Let them think they’ve won this time. You know how to fight a war, dahling.

Andrew Fulton: Is she getting through to Armand? Or, are we going to have a massive battle right now?

Armand von Krauss: We will retreat for now. Gabriel...direct security to remove the twins from the building. Some time alone with their bikes will give them time to consider their failure tonight.

Jeremy Tucker: Armand is leaving and the KGB are following him!

Andrew Fulton: Probably for the best. That exploding bat of Goth’s probably had a few more charges left on it. It was a thoughtful retreat.

Jeremy Tucker: Yeah, Esmeralda knew that Armand was outmatched. Why didn’t Armand?

Andrew Fulton: I would say heat of the moment, but Armand might not have been outmatched! He could have won the day. Especially if the twins would have woken up and Sticky had been around.

Jeremy Tucker: Well, we will have to wait for the main event to see a glimpse of how that might have proceeded.

Andrew Fulton: I think that the KGB will stand tall tonight!

Jeremy Tucker: We will see. Coming up next we will have the Society of the New Breed in the form of Jonnie Valentine and Tuxedo Mask taking on Keith Williams and Oxford Island!

Andrew Fulton: The Society’s hold over the company is broken. The rift within their ranks might have been healed, but they were laid low by Armand maneuvering El Combatiente into the World title. Classic chess move.

Jeremy Tucker: I think Armand plans on having one of his KGB people take on El Combatiente and claim that World title for the KGB.

Andrew Fulton: It’s the right thing to do.

[Kyle]

For the second time tonight "When the Levee Breaks" by Led Zeppelin hits and The Paragon of Sleaze, Keith Williams, shows his face to a mixed reaction from the fans in attendance. The same custom three piece suit he wore for commentary still on, SWAT's newest champion looks quite dapper. Followed closely by a man that hasn't made an appearance until now, it's Jeff Noon! The manager of The ReVenants! In Jeff's hands he holds a silk bag with unknown contents. Taking what seems like forever, the duo eventually end up at ringside. Keith hops up to the ring apron, scraping the bottom of his shoes on it to remove any gunk. Jeff joins him, sitting on the middle rope to allow easier access as Williams ducks under the top rope and enters. Noon follows his client, a firm hold on the keepsake he's been entrusted with.

Andrew Fulton: Jerry, it's my bestfriend!

Jeremy Tucker: When did he ever call you that? You're hearing things.

Andrew Fulton: You're jealous.

As the music dies down, KW harasses Frank Salazar into giving up his mic as The Sleazy One begins to walk around the inside of the ring. Mostly disgusted with what he sees, Keith shakes his head and makes the occasional comment to Jeff Noon. Tilting the mic in alignment with the range of his voice, Keith addresses the viewers.

Keith Williams: "I did it."

Living up to his reputation as the cocky prick that he is, Keith takes a bow.

Keith Williams: "I did it! My second match in SWAT I achieved what Misha Constantine and Andrew Stone were unable to. Thanks to me SWAT has a champion they can be proud of! Don't say I didn't warn you, Edward. I offered you a spot in The ReVenants and I still am. I'm enjoying myself, and the longer I'm here the clearer it will become which stable is top tier in Syndicate Wrestling & Tradition. Are you scared of being humiliated? I won't guilt you for being fashionably late to the party, Big Deal."

Looking over at Noon, Williams eyes the bag Jeff's been steadfastly holding since they appeared.

Keith Williams: "Ed, there's no hard feelings about me taking your title, right? You'll be happy to know I ridded you the task of disposing of it. The stench was unbearable. Your gut had stretched the leather. Gemstones were missing. I'm honestly not sure how you let it get in such a questionable condition. Some of those stains weren't from sweat. It wasn't suitable for my waist! So I found the closest landfill after Battlelines and I tossed that piece of shit! Call it an act of goodwill, mankind is better without that ugly trinket! You can thank me later."

Jeremy Tucker: That news is certain to make Eddie D unhappy.

Andrew Fulton: Hahaha, that's too bad for him!

A small pocket of fans boo, starting a brief chant for Eddie D that ends quickly. The Man with a Plan laughs, briefly clapping for the minimal effort shown by the supporters.

Keith Williams: "If the Renegade Championship is no more, the question becomes... Where's my title? What will the new name be? Hmm! Hmmm! HMMM!"

In a less than subtle manner, Keith's eyes dart from looking out at the crowd to the sack clutched by Jeff Noon.

Keith Williams: "Unless I had something new and shiny to show off, I guess I wouldn't go through the trouble of bringing my manager with a mystery bag, now would I?"

Noon and Williams share a laugh together as Keith indicates he'd like the bag. Jeff at last relinquishes ownership over to The Paragon of Sleaze.

Andrew Fulton: I've never been more interested in a sack than I am right now.

Jeremy Tucker: Control yourself, Fulton.

Keith Williams: "Normally I'm against safety, but this beauty needed ample protection to preserve her luster."

Stroking the soft sack, The Sleazy One intentionally delays the reveal as he teases everyone.

Keith Williams: "Yeah?! You wanna see it?!"

Trying his best to rile up the people attending, Keith circles the ring going around to all sides holding up the bag. Noon cheers, yelling at The ReVenants member to show it!

Keith Williams: "Feast your eyes on..."

Reaching inside the bag, Williams grabs something and slowly pulls the item out.

Keith Williams: "This!"

Exposed and unsheathed, fastened to a rich, black leather strap, the golden championship shines brilliantly in the light. The SWAT Universal Sin Championship. It's been polished to perfection to reflect every square inch of its magnificence. The center plate has jutted points in the center on each edge. A wrestling ring is pictured in the middle with the individual letters of SWAT spaced out in each corner. Specks of blue on the gold are used to depict a universal theme. At the top is the SWAT logo followed by Universal Sin and at the bottom, Champion. The side plates show a mustache with devil horns as well as the same SWAT wrestling ring design.

Andrew Fulton: Holy crap, what a championship!

Jeremy Tucker: The craftsmanship is remarkable.

Tossing the sack to Noon, Keith gleefully looks at the championship before wrapping it over his right shoulder.

Keith Williams: "You are looking at your current reigning AND defending SWAT Universal Sin Champion. It's a sight for sore eyes, huh? Understandably it's a tough decision to make, whether to stare at me or this work of art. As your US Champion, I pledge to XHF and SWAT that I'll be the greatest representative of all the champions. You won't catch me hiding behind a mask. Associating with or accepting cheap clothing from the KGB. You definitely don't have to worry about me adding the word hardcore to every title I win!"

Jeremy Tucker: That's an interesting name. So we've gone from the Renegade Championship to the Universal Sin Championship.

Andrew Fulton: I love it, Jerry! You should too!

Smirking, Keith glances at Jeff and the manager shoots Williams a thumbs up to indicate he's doing a great job.

Keith Williams: "I never expected The Big Deal to get distracted by something so simple and ingenious as two jackets. Am I mad at Jonnie for interfering? I could never get angry at Mr. Valentine for wanting to witness a superior specimen like myself up close and personal. I sincerely hope he got plenty of notes, because here we are at Winter Warzone and I'm his opponent. You can stop trying to impress me, Nickname of the Week. Is Jonnie Valentine material for The ReVenants? That's what has puzzled me since our last encounter. Do you know what answer I discovered?"

Repositioning his championship to the other shoulder, The Muse for the Masses stands front and center for all listening to take in his words.

Keith Williams: "Possibly! Rally Jackson? Another possibility! The two are ideal, talented candidates for The ReVenants. As long as they're willing to drop the cute act and their Sailor Moon cosplay friend. Tuxedo Mask wouldn't know the first thing about pleasing a woman, I'd never allow that nerd into our group! It's a small price to pay, gentlemen. What do you say? Membership in exchange for ditching your society shenanigans. Some would kill for a deal like that and I'm presenting it on a silver platter for you."

Andrew Fulton: Keith is such a stand up guy. He's trying to make Jonnie, Rally, and Eddie better wrestlers!

Jeremy Tucker: No one but you and your sleazy friend believe that.

Needing to do something with his hand that isn't gripping the microphone, Williams strokes his mustache while making sure his new title is prominently shown.

Keith Williams: "Like Edward, you're welcome to take your time to think about it. Should you stay on the path you're on or change your life completely? While Tux isn't necessarily fit to be accepted, that isn't me taking no notice of his past accomplishments. The man is a former SWAT World Tag Team Champion with Rally Jackson. He may dress like an idiot, but he knows his way around tag-team wrestling. Jonnie Valentine, one half of the 2020 Anzac Cup winners. I'm not ignorant to the fact the odds are stacked against me. My opponents are experienced specialists that have developed a bond. And I'll exploit their affection! Linda La Fey, you better be watching, because this tag-team match is a preview of what's to come for you!"

The Sleazy One's left eyebrow arches as an evil demeanor washes over him.

Keith Williams: "Oxford Osland and I lack practice as a tag-team, but we have a fighting spirit that can't be matched. Have you seen the kid's work? In his first match in SWAT he made short work of Rajiv Khan. In NPW he held the NPW Commonwealth Championship, a title he'd still have today were it not for the mammoth effort put into abducting it from Osland. Can you imagine going from that young, handsome heartthrob as champion to whatever followed? Disappointing! What isn't disappointing is the pairing of Keith Williams and Oxford Osland. We're everything women desire and men hate. You couldn't pour our combined expertise into a glass because it'd be overflowing! I excel at everything I do. Earlier I tried my hand at commentating and I'm already anticipating awards for my broadcasting prowess. Osland only needed to wrestle once in this company to showcase he's equipped to main-event! Incontrovertibly we are the future of Syndicate Wrestling & Tradition!"

Jeremy Tucker: Williams has a lot of confidence in his tag-team partner.

Andrew Fulton: Shouldn't he, Jerry? Oxford Osland is a man's man! He's been chiseled from marble!

Having spent most of his appearance standing out of the way, Noon steps in to move the SWAT Universal Sin Championship from Keith's shoulder to around his waist. The manager of The ReVenants secures the strap tightly, double checking the integrity of the fit before stepping back once more to let The Paragon of Sleaze be the only focus.

Keith Williams: "Jonnie. Tuxedo. Your resumes justify why I consider you to be the threat you are. But there isn't a rose or poem that can save you from the ass kicking you're going to receive, boys. The Society of the New Breed are staler than a potato chip Ed forgot under his couch and will still eat. They're expired goods in need of disposal like the Renegade Championship was. Oxford and I are deserving of another paycheck from the city, because this evening we'll be taking out the trash! It'll be a miracle if anyone can stop us. Because we all know... Once you pop, you can't stop!"

Tossing the microphone back to Frank Salazar that he took, Keith joins Jeff as "When the Levee Breaks" by Led Zeppelin plays. Exiting the ring quicker than it took them to get in it, Jeff Noon and Keith Williams go up the rampway, disappearing through the curtains.

Andrew Fulton: I can't wait for the main-event before the main-event! Keith and Oxford are going to embarrass Jonnie and Tux!

Jeremy Tucker: There's a reason The Society of the New Breed have been mainstays of SWAT for a while. If Williams and Osland aren't wary they'll learn that the hard way.

[tuxbang]

(Video opens up to Tuxedo Mask backstage. He's warming up, currently doing the splits across two folding chairs like a cruiserweight RVD. Jonnie Valentine is off to the side, also warming up by spreading essential oils on his body. His body glistens in the light like a high budget 90's porn star, or a low budget porn star from 2006 depending on your age bracket.)

Tuxedo Mask: I'm still unfamiliar with some of these opponents here. Years ago I'd study them for days trying to find exploits, but these days I feel like I've been there, done that and I've seen everything that can be thrown at us. Is this what it means to be a veteran, or have we aged into replacing the joy of discovery with the stoicism of experience?

Jonnie Valentine: What? There is no way that can fit on a tshirt. Your sloganeering needs work if you want to keep us in the black.

Tuxedo Mask: Us? What kind of commie junk is that?

Jonnie Valentine: You're right. Your sloganeering needs work if you want to keep me in the black.

Tuxedo Mask: You haven't been in the black since we started this whole thing. That's right, just because you forgot your tax burden doesn't mean I have.

Jonnie Valentine: Now who's the commie?

Tuxedo Mask: Well played.

(Tux completes his stretch and handstands out of it. Returning to a standing position, he adjusts his wristwraps.)

Tuxedo Mask: One thing I never got into was facing off against guys with THE MOST BORING WHITE GUY NAMES. Why did wrestling succumb to pushing guys with names like Keith Williams? At least have a fun name like Ric Flair or some kinda of prefix like "Stone Cold." Just coming in with Keith makes it sound like I'm about to violate a weatherman.

Jonnie Valentine: Ever notice every meteorologist has two first names? Ever see that clip where the weatherman straight up implies on air the other news lady fucks dogs? Google it. Pretty sure he had two first names.

Tuxedo Mask: "I'm Keith Williams and tonight we have strong gusts from the south and a 60% chance of a foot in my ass."

Jonnie Valentine: I'd package that as part of his bio DVD. Sell well back in Palm Springs. And OnlyFans.

Tuxedo Mask: The meteorologist fetish market is pretty untapped, so you're on to something. Stormchasing is so hot right now.

Jonnie Valentine: What about the other guy, any thoughts on Oxford Island?

Tuxedo Mask: None whatsoever.

Jonnie Valentine: Alright cool. Let's get out there and MAKE SOME MERCH SALES!

Tuxedo Mask: Wait, what about the title belts and all that?

Jonnie Valentine: The real championship is ad revenue, you know this.

Tuxedo Mask: Banzai!

(Fade out.)

[Deleted]

Backstage, SWAT cameras catch up to the new SWAT Television Champion following a brutal battle with Psychotic Goth and the fallout involving Armand Von Krauss and his KGB followers. Backstage hands and camera crew scurry around in the background, each more busy than the last. They were the unsung heroes of the company; cable runners, lighting and effects, boom microphones, whatever the company needed. A little camera time was a treat, something their families would rave about.

Standing screen right, a sharp dressed Warren W. Webber is at the ready clad in a grey suit with a SWAT logo embroidered upon the left breast of his jacket and a big smile as he begins. “Triple W, Warren W. Webber here backstage at Winter Warzone with the new SWAT Television champion, Pequeno Dinosaurio. Did I say that right?”

Nodding, Pequeno Dinosaurio is holding the championship belt in his hands, looking at his reflection in the title. His first championship. This was a moment that could define the rest of his career. Would he boast about his win and bask in his victory, or would he go another route?

Not given long to ponder his path, the SWAT newcomer has ‘Triple W’ with another, more pressing question. “Well, I’m gonna start with congratulating you on your victory earlier tonight, but with the long line of challengers for your new crown, many are already questioning what kind of champion you’ll be following in the footsteps of past champions like current SWAT World Champion El Combatiente and now Psychotic Goth. Care to comment?”

Not looking up from the surface of his new prize, Dinosaurio takes a moment. His father would be watching. “Thank you, but this isn’t about me, this Championship represents the fans that tune in to every Battlegrounds show, those that come to the arenas. The people that cheer us on to do amazing things. That is who I will represent as champion, the people.”

Nodding in return but slightly surprised at the humble nature of the young brightly coloured rookie Warren had to follow up. “That’s a big claim, do you think you’re up to such a challenge so early in your career?”

Finally looking up and into the camera, his voice is filled with pride as he answers with honesty. “The truth is, I don’t know. But what I do know is that I’m promising here now in front of all the SWAT fans to do my best to make them proud. Cheer me or not, my goal is to make sure no one ever thinks I gave less than one hundred percent…every night.”

Placing the belt over his right shoulder, Dinosaurio has fire in his eyes. “So here I am Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition, I’m ready to take that ten minute spotlight and make you hungry for more!” A noise off camera catches the attention of the young luchador and he catches himself. “I’m sorry, but I have much to do before my first defense. Thank you.”

And just like that, the interview is over as Dinosaurio heads off camera and is handed a bottle of water and his phone. “Did he?” But before the young luchador could finish his head sank.

Shaking her head ‘no’, the phone had not rung. The young man wanted nothing more than a call from his father, a moment to be recognized for what he had done in his name. In the name of the family business.

Vanessa knew all too well the pain of having a parent who had obligations. Sometimes that meant milestones were celebrated alone, all too often this was the case.

As they headed back towards the dressing rooms, Vanessa did have a silver lining. “Look, it’s not every day that my only client wins a championship. Let’s go out to eat, my tr…my father’s treat.”