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Post by SWAT Team on Dec 19, 2020 2:05:59 GMT -5
Syndicate Wrestling & Tradition and the XHF presents .... Jeremy Tucker : Welcome! Welcome to Melbourne! The 2nd home of SWAT! Welcome to SWAT! WELCOME TO NEW YEARS NIGHTMARE!!! What about that video package! A special thanks to Technical Perfection for that bang up job! Andrew Fulton : It’s good to be home Jerry. What a finish that was to Winter Warzone. Jeremy Tucker : That it was, with El Combatiente’s tag team partner and X Crown Champion Dylan Black making the big save against them nasty Bandits. Andrew Fulton : He has a lot of friends our new Champion, but so does Armand and the Bandits, and in high places, them making this a four way match for the SWAT Gold instead of the agreed upon tag team match. Jeremy Tucker : El Combatiente won’t care, he is a fighting champion of the highest honour and will gladly defend that gold. Also in that mad finish to Warzone we saw Jonnie Valentine and Eddie D erupt in a wild brawl, and now they meet here tonight in a dog collar and chain match. Andrew Fulton : It’s the match I am most looking forward to. Hash Tag Main Event Eddie! Jeremy Tucker : This will truly test him, a massive match on our year end show against the former World Champion Valentine. Andrew Fulton : There won’t be enough jackets in the world to save Jonnie once that bell rings. Jeremy Tucker : Then we go to the scaffold, the Society against Radu and Death Trap. Rally’s pranks have gone too far and Radu has made a stand, together with Death Trap they are going to put an end to Rally’s pranks and the Society in the process. Andrew Fulton : No Jerry. They are going try and put an end to them, but I have a feeling by the end of that match, the joke will be on them and Rally will get the last laugh. Jeremy Tucker : He’s the only one laughing as these cruel and heinous acts. Andrew Fulton : Not true, I get a jolly good laugh from them mate. Jeremy Tucker : You and he are the only one’s then, poor Rajiv Khan is still in the hospital after suffering 3rd degree burns. Andrew Fulton : Are you sure? I thought he drove me here to the arena in my uber. Jeremy Tucker : You are such a racist. We will also see the Universal Sin Title on the line with Keith defending against Lucky Linda. New Amazons Champion The Industrial Woman defends against Jade. Andrew Fulton : We have a battle royal for the much sought over last entrant spot in next months Royal Rumble. Jeremy Tucker : We also have tag team action with Team Fairtex battling it out with Rayzor and RDS, plus … Andrew Fulton : Plus the Blackpool Bombshell Blaze Freya and Graysie Parker! I have watched her segment on Suits Suite at least 500 times Jerry. I can’t get enough of it! Jeremy Tucker : I know, you had it on repeat on the tablet on the flight over, if it were a VHS you would have fuzzed out the tape from over use. Andrew Fulton : It was HOT Jerry! HAWT! Jeremy Tucker : You know who’s hot, Graysie Parker! She is undefeated in SWAT and your Bombshell could be in for a big wake up call when they meet, which is our first match of the evening, and will be coming up real soon, right after some words from our Superstars! |
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Post by mosler on Dec 19, 2020 19:43:33 GMT -5
"In the current season, JADE has the strongest victory percentage of active AMAZONS."TRUE."Yet she is not being considered for a place in the No Man's Land tournament."TRUE."Why is that?"{{Signal on.}}
{{Scanning.}} {{Lengthy cables, a mass of monitors, dim lighting - the quasi-futuristic vibe can only place this promotional video in the locker room of the Industrial Woman.}} {{The perspective is from a recharging station, clearly the Industrial Woman's own point of view. The optical receptors look down at Poochopino Fantabulousa IV.}} {{The former FWA Anarchy champion stares up while wagging its tail. The Pomeranian has all the IQ points of CEO Angela, but a a dog, lacks the ability to communicate, and seems a lot wiser. The robot recently adopted the mutt, reasoning that a cute sidekick would make for an interesting accessory. At the moment it acts as a focus point, though the voice is a program being run in her head.}} I-W: Should a challenge require the best that the Shootfighter's family have to offer, they send Dragonatrix. Jade is only considered superior to Kim. This is unfortunate, as Kim is the marginally superior athlete. If The Hired Killers are put down by their own, it would be counterproductive for Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition to contradict that impression."Yet Jade is your first title defense?"I-W: TRUE. Blaze Freya proved herself too inferior to be worthy of a rematch. Lucky Linda is occupied with other ventures. Sabrina Sinstone is preoccupied being a much better announcer than Glamorous Glena. This unit's preference would be Kim. But the inferior Jade will suffice."They did get that tag win."I-W: The last time this unit engaged The Hired Killers, it was suggested that if they wished to prove their value they would attempt to pin me and not this unit's partner. They decided to take the easy victory by defeating Rayven. Displaying their well documented cowardly streak, and underachieving tendencies. All they succeeded in accomplishing is running off a new potential star in Rayven. The division continue to shrink under their malignant tumour. For this unit to achieve optimum division performance, the Killers need to be exterminated. Disengaging safety protocols."She is a former champion."
I-W: When the division was less competitive. Now? It requires a KILLER EDGE that cannot be HIRED. Jade has a 42% chance of victory with the involvement of her sister. That number increases to 46% with the involvement of Dragonatrix. 49% with the additional assistance of her husband. With enough outside interference, Jade can succeed. As champion, however, her probability of retaining is 17%. Another champion with no successful defences, just like Brookes, Olympias, and Freya. This pattern cannot be allowed to persist. The cycle must be broken. This unit can accomplish what Jade cannot. Her defeat is her last contribution to the Amazon division.
"Then you must soundly defeat her with enough time to make the most of the holiday."I-W: Correct."Any secondary functions?"
I-W: This unit has already made a New Year's resolution."Which would be?"
I-W: To waste no more time with the Hired Killers."A noble goal, Industrial Woman."I-W: Yes.{{Poochopino is now chasing its tail around in a circle. Without a visual aid to attribute the voice of her DATA analyzer Blueller too, The Inustrial Woman re-enters her statis mode.}} {{Signal lost.}} F E A R
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Post by Venom 🕷 on Dec 20, 2020 14:06:05 GMT -5
The opening of the TuPac’s “To Live and Die in LA” hits the pa system and El Combatiente follows his manager Javier onto the stage. They look around soaking up there surrounding until El Combatiente breaks into a full sprint for the ring and slides in. Javier slowly walks to ringside and heads for the ring steps grabbing a mic as he enters the ring. He joins his client in the center of the ring and waits for the cheers to die down before raising the mic.Javier: Last week we were in our home town of Los Angeles and now we find ourselves in the home of SWAT right here in Melbourne.[/i]
The crowd goes nuts. Javier shrugs as he wasn’t intending the cheap pop and waits for it to die back down.
Javier: My client and I wanted to be one of the first ones out here tonight to greet you fans because at the last event we were the last ones left standing in this ring. Now that is just how my client likes it. He loves to be the last one left, but that way it happened last week does not sit easy with either of us.
Javier takes a pause and begins walking around the ring closer to the main camera.
Javier: You see my client likes to be the last one left because he handled business. He was the last one left at Halloween in a Cell because he handled business and pinned Armand to get the title shot that awarded him the shiny piece of gold he carries around. At Battlelines he was the last one left because he handled business and pinned Rally Jackson’s shoulders to the mat to win that shiny piece of gold he carries around. But at Winter Warzone my client was hoping to be the last one standing because he was able to prove that he is worthy of that shiny piece of gold he carries on and again prove he is superior to the KGB. Instead he was the last one standing because everything broke down, just as Armand planned I am sure, and my client was left to be destroyed by the KGB and his friend had to intervene.
Javier now leans against the ropes looking straight into the main camera and into the crowd.
Javier: That is when I challenged you two Armand. You and Frostbite who are the tag team champions. You and Frostbite who won those titles at Invasion of the Rising Sun and since have done nothing to prove you are worthy. Maybe it is because you do not have any competent challengers. The tag division is mighty thin lately. But I think it is because if you lost those titles you would have nothing to hold over our heads except the little percentage of the company you own. That is beside the point, though. We did not want your tag titles. My client and Dylan have their own gold each, but you could not miss the opportunity to screw my client for defying you and instead of showing the world that you two really are a top notch tag team and not just two guys who were in the right place when the New Breed exploded you used that tiny bit of power to force your way into a World Championship match.
Javier shakes his head and turns his back to the camera and again begins walking around the ring.
Javier: It is fine. My client is not afraid to defend his title. I just find it funny that my client who won his title two events after you and Frostbite won the tag belts gets his first defense in before you, and it is against the two of you. Funny right? Again, though, my client is not worried. In the last few weeks he has dealt with the two of you. He pinned you Armand, I am sure you remember that. He was able to, with a little help from his friend, hold the two of you off last week. Now he has to face you two again and he is ready. You have put in a little wrinkle of adding his tag team partner to this match, but he is still ready. He knows the two of you. He has seen the both of you in the ring and been in the ring with the both of you. He knew at some point, Armand, you would find a way to sneak Frostbite a title shot and so he has been preparing for him. The wild card is Dylan, but we will work on that throughout the night. It won’t be hard to figure out because the two have been training together for months, but it is a surprise we were not ready for, well done.
Javier stops moving and is back standing next to his client.
Javier: Well done indeed. We have an idea that Dylan is not worried about my clients championship, but you never know. My client is not a man that would turn down an opportunity like this and we do not think that Dylan would either.
Javier pauses when El Combatiente taps him on the shoulder. He holds out his hand requesting the mic. Javier reluctantly hands it over.
El Combatiente: Sólo hay una cosa que temo en la vida, y eso no es Frostbite. Lo he visto durante semanas. Desde nuestro límite de tiempo con Gote he estudiado sabiendo que nuestros caminos volverían a cruzar de nuevo. He visto cómo utilizas todo lo que puedas para dañar a mi amigo Radu. Te he visto usar todas las ventajas que pudieras para conseguir la victoria. Te conozco Frostbite y estoy listo para llevarte de una vez por todas, y si tengo que dejar a tu jefe Armand en la cabeza de nuevo en el proceso que voy a hacer. Lo único que temo en la vida no es Armand. Puede que tenga el poder y que tenga los esbirros que le ayudarán, pero sé cómo trabajar con todo eso y ya he atado los hombros de Armand a la estera. Lo único que temo no es Dylan Black. Él es todo lo que espero que algún día lo sea. Él es la cara de la Red. Ha trabajado en todo el mundo con un calendario que haría que la mayoría de los hombres se desmoronaran. Él es un trabajo dinámico que nunca se da por alto. Sin embargo, no es lo que temo porque sé quién es. Me he entrenado con él y conozco su estilo. Sé que a pesar de que nos hemos convertido en amigos y socios de etiquetas, hará lo que sea necesario para ganar. Es cosa de ser el campeón de la Red. Otra es ser campeón de la Red y campeón de una de sus empresas. Podría encenderme fácilmente y conseguir el poder, pero no es lo que temo. Lo que temo es el fracaso. No pierden, todos pierden, pero fracasan. Me temo que no estoy preparado. Me temo que no me pongo lo mejor que puedo cada vez que pise en este anillo. Temo no respaldar las palabras que salen de la boca de Javier. Por eso no fracasaré. Sé que Armand tiene un plan maestro para poner a Dylan y a mí en contra. Sé que Armand tiene un plan maestro que conseguiría a Frostbite la victoria y tomaría mi título. Sé que si esto sucede, podría significar el fin de SWAT tal y como lo conocemos. No puedo permitir que esto suceda, por lo que no puedo fracasar. No puedo dejar de estar preparado para nada y no lo haré. Estoy listo para tus trucos Armand. Estoy listo para los trucos baratos de Frostbite. Estoy listo para que Dylan me enciende. No hay nada de esto que pueda llevarme por sorpresa.
(There is only one thing I fear in life, and that is not Frostbite. I have watched him for weeks. Since our time limit draw with Goth I have studied knowing our paths would again cross again. I have watched you use everything you can to do damage to my friend Radu. I have watched you use every advantage you could to try and get the win. I know you Frostbite and I am ready to take you down once and for all, and if I have to drop your boss Armand on his head again in the process I shall. The one thing I fear in life, it also is not Armand. He may have the power and he may have the minions that will help him, but I know how to work through all of that and I have already pinned Armand’s shoulders to the mat. The one thing I fear is not Dylan Black. He is everything I hope to someday be. He is the face of the Network. He has worked all over the world on a schedule that would make most men crumble. He is a dynamic worked you never gives up. Yet he is not what I fear because I know who he is. I have trained with him and know his style. I know that even though we have become friends and tag partners that he will do what it takes to win. It is on thing to be the champion of the Network. It is another to be champion of the Network and champion of one of its companies. He could easily turn on me and get the power, yet he is not what I fear. What I fear is failure. Not losing, everyone loses, but failing. I fear failing to be prepared. I fear failing to put on my best each time I step in this ring. I fear failing to back up the words that come out of Javier’s mouth. That is why I will not fail. I know Armand has some master plan to put Dylan and I against each other. I know that Armand has a master plan that would get Frostbite the victory and take my title. I know that if this happens it could mean the end of SWAT as we know it. I cannot let that happen, which is why I cannot fail. I cannot fail to be prepared for anything and I will not. I am ready for your tricks Armand. I am ready for Frostbite’s cheap tricks. I am ready for Dylan to turn on me. There is nothing these through that can take me by surprise.)
El Combatiente finishes and Javier quickly retrieved the mic.
Javier: That is right. My client will not fail Armand. He is ready, we are ready, and there is nothing you can do to pry this title out of his hands. So go back to trying to find more shares of this company. You will need something to do after my client drops you in your head once again.
Javier tosses the mic out of the ring to the crew member at ring side and TuPac’s to Live and Die in LA plays as the two exit the ring.
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Post by edwarddubin0604 on Dec 21, 2020 13:11:09 GMT -5
(Team Fairtex is in the locker room warming up for their tag team match the intensity in their expressions tells they are all business and not in the mood for humor. The door opens and Warren W. Webber enters the locker room and sees the expressions on their faces.)
Warren W. Webber: "Team Fairtex some thoughts about your match tonight."
Tong Fairtex: "You know for someone who calls himself 'The 21st Century Man'......"
(Phantam picks up a toothpick and places it in his mouth and mockingly chews on it.)
Phantam Fairtex: "And his bulky oversized chica who acts like 'The Bad Guy' who thinks he's the 'El Jefe'....."
(He flicks the toothpick at Warren W. Webber.)
Tong Fairtex: "Seriously they comeback here and think they can just brag and push and bully and demand that they deserve all these title shots all because they beat this team and that team and name drop."
Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah they think that they are the top tag team in SWAT and brag but here's a little reality check for you two assholes. You have to do something called earn your title shots and there are plenty of tag teams in front of you."
Warren W. Webber: "Like who?"
(They give him a look as if he just said something stupid.)
Tong Fairtex: "Like who? Like us Mr. Know it All. Then there's Oxford Osland and whoever his partner is. Then we have SWAT Classic of Linda La Fey and Zombie Matei. You have the geezers that call themselves Society of the New Breed if they can hold themselves together. You have the potential team of Psychotic Goth and Pequeno Dinosaurio amongst the potential teams in SWAT."
Phantam Fairtex: "Yet they act like they are going to carry SWAT's tag team division as if no one else can do that. Well we callourselves 'The Team of the Future' and we've been proving we are an efficient tag team. A well oiled and well tuned wrestling machine. Now these two old fossils from the early 20th Century think they're going to be the ones who claim to be the future of SWAT's tag team division. Well wake up from your slumber guys and look in the mirror to see your white beards touching the floor."
Warren W. Webber" "Everyone's wondering why you came between your opponents tonight and Rally Jackson."
Tong Fairtex: "You know why we did that Warren."
Warren W. Webber: "Yeah."
Tong Fairtex: "The answer is rather obvious since we want to kick his ass for putting that shit into our sports bags and ruining our ring gear.
We had to wrestle in MMA fighting trunks which was embarrassing and we don't take jokes like that."
Phantam Fairtex: "Nobody and I mean nobody ever does that and thinks they can get away without paying the price. Anyway, we want to avenge our loss to those two pieces of trash and we're going to get that revenge tonight."
Warren W. Webber: "What if there was a tag team championship shot on the line."
Tong Fairtex: "If there's something that you aren't telling us Webber."
Warren W. Webber: "I'm just asking if there was a shot at the tag team championships."
Tong Fairtex: "Then why didn't you just ask that instead of talking like you don't know what you're talking about. Now to answer to your question Warren and listen so you don't have to repeat the same question and we waste time answering it again. We don't care if there's a title shot or not. If we get a shot it's the promoters who tell us who our opponents are and not you or anyone else."
Phantam Fairtex: "So after we beat those two over the hill fossils from a time long ago....Namely the Jurassic age we'll see who our next opponent is and we'll prepare for them and so forth. Does that answer your question."
Warren W. Webber: "I guess it does. What do you think of Industrial Woman's comment about you and your wife."
Tong Fairtex: "What did that recycled sex changed Industrial Man say about me and my wife."
Warren W. Webber "She's a woman."
Tong Fairtex: "Yeah sure. She says the same clichés as you know who. She has the same ring entrance and the same outfit and does the same phony act like Industrial Man. So I guess that tips you off that she's not even original nor is she a woman. Now what did she say about my wife and me."
Warren W. Webber: "She said you have to assist her to help her defeat Industrial Woman."
Tong Fairtex: "Really. I have a tag team match tonight and she thinks I have time to interfere with my wife's match."
Warren W. Webber: "Well she was using odds."
Phantam Fairtex: "Here that brother. She needs outdated or faulty odds from her failed gambling habit to make predictions that will never come true."
Tong Fairtex: "You know Phantam after those stupid questions I think we should take it out on our opponents when we have our match tonight."
Phantam Fairtex: "You know I want to take it out on someone after everything we've been through the past few months. I could care who is in the ring with me as long as I can unleash every bit of that anger built up throughout all that time."
Tong Fairtex: "That's because we're the best we are and always will be the best at what we do. Come on brother Phantam. Interview over."
Phantam Fairtex: "Right behind you brother."
(They leave the locker room as the scene slowly fades to black.)
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Post by Dylan on Dec 22, 2020 11:53:46 GMT -5
DYLAN BLACK PRESENTS - House Shoes (SWAT WHC 1/2) |
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Post by edwarddubin0604 on Dec 22, 2020 20:55:37 GMT -5
(The Hired Killers are in the locker room and Jade is finished warming up for her match with Industrial Woman. the look on her face is that of focus. The locker room door opens and Glamourous Glenda enters as Jade puts her trench coat and dark shades on.)
Glamourous Glenda: "Jade what are your thoughts about Industrial Woman's comments."
Jade: "You know what they say 'You got the money. I got the time.' Believe me I had plenty of time on my hands and Glenda when it comes to Industrial Woman I'm not surprised about anything that recycled Industrial Man says since it's all outdated bullshit anyway."
Glamourous Glenda: "She made fun of former SWAT Amazons CEO Angela by calling a Pomeranian dog smarter and having a higher IQ than CEO Angela."
Jade: "Typical of that walking scrap heap. I guess a Pomeranian dog can run a business empire and is fighting to keep SWAT out of Armand von Krauss's and KGB's hands. Can Industrial Man acquire all the stock to save this promotion from KGB's hands. Well can she?"
Glamourous Glenda: "I don't think so."
Jade: "That's right. She can't unless she sells her body parts to science for millions of dollars. Besides, CEO Angela helped rebuild and made the SWAT Amazons Women's Division innovative and unique. What did Industrial Woman do to revive SWAT Amazons....Oh wait she wasn't here in 2017 when SWAT Amazons was revived."
Glamourous Glenda: "No she wasn't even there."
Jade: "Right you are. What else did that low IQ erector set claim."
Glamourous Glenda: "She mocked both me and Sabrina Sinstone."
Jade: "What a surprise that her favorite interviewer is getting trashed because of some reason or another. I guess she's not good enough to be interviewed by anyone but herself or some disembodied voice."
Glamourous Glenda: "She even mocked The Hired Killers and Dragonatrix and took potshots at your husband."
(Jade slowly and ominously removes her dark shades.)
Jade: "What did she say."
Glamourous Glenda: "She called Kim marginally inferior and you slightly inferior. She thinks that Dragonatrix is Thai and thinks your husband will assist you in your match tonight using odds."
Jade: "Really. Industrial Woman better get her facts and so called files straight and updated seeing that her information comes from mid-twentieth century computer reels and cards that pop out of slots. This proves how inferior she is when it comes to intelligence. Imagine Hong Kong is suddenly part of Thailand. What a revelation. Seriously, Glenda mocking the legendary Dragonatrix, who's been retired for the past few years and is the liaison for the SWAT Amazons and enforcer of the rules when asked to do so. She occasionally does commentary. So how does she find the time to wrestle in the ring after retiring."
Glamourous Glenda: "She doesn't."
Jade: "Since when did my husband ever interfere in my matches."
Glamorous Glenda: "Never."
Jade: "Yeah never."
Glamourous Glenda: "She still insists that The Hired Killers are bullies and that you drove Rayven to quit."
Jade: "She still insists on spreading that shit around. Well here's some intel that you obviously left out of that defective brain of yours. First off Rayven Ryder had lots of potential but she quit instead of working hard to make herself better. Is that bullying a competitor."
Glamourous Glenda: "No."
Jade: "That's right. What about the other competitors who decided to come and quit thinking that they could make a name from themselves after mediocre or subpar performances."
Glamourous Glenda: "Haven't been seen again."
Jade: "I can name a whole bunch of wannabe greats who quit and cameback and quit again never to be seen again. Let's start with Lioness who quit after losing to Tornado Red in the first ever SWAT Amazons Women's Tornament. Then there was Natalie who assaulted Dragonatrix and then lost to her in an Ultimate Death Match which was Dragonatrix's last match after briefly coming out of retirement. Anyone remember Alice. She kept cming up short and managed to win a Money In The Bank briefcase with a contract making her the commissioner until she said something stupid and was replaced and quit a few months later."
Glamourous Glenda: "I remember that."
Jade: "How about Marie Caedes and her mother Lynn Brewster. Caedes had to get into Joe Pesci's pants just to steal the SWAT Pan Amazons Championship from another flash in the pan Erica Lindsay Rich who returned briefly and was badly injured by Olympia in a Three Cages Of Fear Match never to be seen again."
Glamourous Glenda: "You didn't do anything to them."
Jade: "Then when I was the champion for three months I took on all comers including Lynn Brewster. Yeah she defeated me for the championship but she lost to Joanne Cannelli before becoming Joe Pesci's slave. Yeah we assisted in that and were saving her ass until she turned on us. So where is Cannelli, Candice Morelli, Suzi Spitz along with all the other quitters. Did we have anything to do with them quitting."
Glamourous Glenda: "You didn't."
Jade: "Right. Now as for Rayven Ryder she should have tagged out and let Industrial Man wrestle the whole match and maybe just maybe she would have won the match for her. Yet Rayven decided to tag in and The Hired Killers won and Industrial Man lost her first match in tag team action.
Was her quitting our fault Industrial Man. No she screwed up and she just ran off after quitting."
Glamourous Glenda: "She also trashed Rebecca Brookes and Olympia for their short title reigns."
Jade: "So was former General Manager Lynn Brewster who was taller and heavier than I was and she was a one title defense champion too. You see this is typical Industrial Man. All ego and no real brains or intellect that makes her allegedly superior. Now how did Olympia who left SWAT before returning from J-ROK and Rebecca Brookes who was introduced by Maverick. It was by open challenge compliments of 'Lucky' Linda La Fey...But let's forget about her open challenge to anyone who wants a shot. Did we have anything to do with that."
Glamourous Glenda: "You didn't."
Jade: "Yeah but Industrial Man's brainless antiquated machinery seems to feed her knowledge that's so faulty that if you update her files or correct her. She'll give you or anyone else the Does Not Compute or Illogical excuse. Then she'll use Industrial Man's clichéd Hulk Hogan steam from the nose and ears pumping herself up and gulping down Nexium to psyche herself up and punishing anyone who contradicts that walking trash heap. Well tonight I'm going to regain my SWAT Amazons Women's Championship after three years and I'm going to do it my way and as for Industrial Man's odds. She better ask herself which odds she used to make these losing predictions. Right now I have something to do and I plan on doing it. As for our match there's going to be a new champion and that's not just some adds prediction. It's going to be fact. Crunch that Industrial Man."
(She motions to her sister and they leave.)
Glamourous Glenda: "Jade's really fired up for this match. Back to you guys."
(The scene slowly fades to black.)
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Post by Oh-Oh on Dec 23, 2020 14:25:40 GMT -5
The backstage scene at New Years Nightmare is chaotic, which is to be expected for an event of this magnitude. The Aussie Wrestling press are scattered about, asking their favourite wrestlers a multitude of questions and jotting their respective notes as quickly as possible. The elevator doors open, and Oxford Osland emerges with his luggage in tow. Knowing full well that this is a major event, Osland has himself well put-together in a pair of Gucci shoes, A dark grey jacket from Harry Rosen, with black slacks to finish it off.
Osland obnoxiously looks over at his time piece to make sure he's 'on-time'. It just so happens that the gold from his Rolex glistens in the light. Like a pack of wild dogs, multiple members of the wrestling media form a semi-circle in front of Osland, who has no choice but to stop dead in his tracks. Osland feins like he's disappointed, but we can also sense that is a facade. These are the kinds of moments that Oxford Osland lives for.
Osland: "Alright Alright. Gather around. One at a time. There is enough of me to go around."
Osland furrows his brow for a moment, as he tries to make sense of the questions being hurled his way.
Osland: "Yes, you're right. I did accept an invitation to join the ReVenants. Keith Williams and I found ourselves standing side by side against a couple of mutual enemies. What could've been a ''one-shot' deal organically morphed into so much more. I mean, you all saw it with your own eyes - Oxford Osland and Keith Williams.... 'Clicked.'"
Osland's smile is genuine, and its ear to ear baby.
Osland: "When two men who boast the wrestling acumen at the highest levels like Keith and I do - it's basically science."
[Science?!?]
Osland: "The two of us... together.... in the ring.... it was...."
Osland exhales while daydreaming off into the distance.
Osland: "Magical."
Another slue of questions cane be heard, and Osland decides to answer the one that he feels suits his intentions best.
Osland: "So I mean, It was only a matter of time before Keith thought we should lock this thing down and make it official."
The fact that Osland is describing this like a romance is totally lost on him, but based on the reactions of a few of the media members they plan to run with these quotes in a way that Osland hadn't intended.
Osland: "Keith made the proposal and I accepted. That's right, the ReVenants are here in SWAT and we're here to do damage."
More chaos and off the cuff questions.
Osland: "In fact, I should be meeting up with Keith in the next ten minutes so we can totally celebrate his Prestige Championship win. I mean, the guy has been on an absolute tear as of late. He walks into SWAT and becomes the Universal Sin Champion in the matter of five minutes - and then he goes out and wins the top championship in the AWF. I just want Keith to know how proud of him I am, and that I was totally there in spirit."
More hustle and bustle.
Osland: "As for tonight I have a golden opportunity to earn myself an advantage in arguably the biggest match that SWAT holds on an annual basis. What I can say for certain is that Oxford Osland is here in SWAT to become the biggest star in the promotion. The glory is in the journey, and not necessarily the destination. I'll continue to bide my time, and I'll certainly bring my best efforts to the ring each and every time I'm contracted to be here."
Osland's confidence seems to grow as each moment passes.
Osland: "What can I say, I'm a people pleaser. Especially those of the fairer sex. I've got my whole life ahead of me, and I've already experienced championship gold on multiple occasions. Rest assured, it will only be a matter of time before I'm hoisting another ten pounds of gold aloft."
Osland laughs to himself, obviously picturing the nine other heart's that he plans to break in the Battle Royal.
Osland: Did I tell you guys that I've never lost a Battle Royal before? Because it's true. So as I unceremoniously dump the nine other sacks of suds out of the ring, and send their dreams and hopes crashing with them... I just want them to remember that it's truly nothing personal. It's only Big Biz-Ness Bay-Bee!
In a moment's notice, Osland's entire demeanour changes right before our eyes. Osland goes from self-high fives and fist pumps, to utter silence. Osland seems lost in something that is transpiring off in the distance. Our hero is almost whispering to himself, when the words leave his mouth.
Osland: "Well I'll be god damned."
We watch as Osland's eye remain fixated on a gathering at the far end of the lounge area. Our camera does a 180 degree turn, and we can now see exactly what Osland is obsessing over.
[Keith Williams.]
But there's more.
The camera holds it's shot, until a man and a women turn to the side. We can now see their full side profiles, and can identify them.
[Graysie Parker.]
[...]
['The Only Star' Eric Dane.]
Through gritted teeth, Osland tells the reporters that he has nothing left to say. The media members seem disappointed, but their eyes follow Osland as he makes a move towards the three way gathering that is taking place before his very eyes.
Based on the fact that Oxford Osland and Eric Dane have a tumultuous past, the fact that he is watching his new teammate 'make nice' with him is most certainly a bone of contention.
[Fade.]
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Post by Justin on Dec 23, 2020 19:32:20 GMT -5
Eric Dane leads Graysie Parker through the labyrinth that is the backstage area at the Rod Laver Arena. Dane is dressed in a garish royal blue and black pinstriped suit with his neck wrapped in a ridiculous silver infinity scarf and his waist wrapped in the brand new, sparkling and shining, freshly minted North American Double Crown title belt. The Only Star is tickled to death with himself and oblivious to most of what’s going on around him.
Graysie is dressed in her gear, a form-fitting singlet with stylized butterflies fluttering up one side and her name-branded logo emblazoned across the hip of the other. She’s got on low boots, no knee or elbow pads, and her hair is pulled back into a tight braid. The Suplex Siren is ready to go to work, whether her manager is paying attention or not.
PARKER:
“Why are you still wearing that thing?”
DANE:
“Because I’m the Champ.”
PARKER:
“Of Northern Pro.”
DANE:
“Of North America.”
An awkward silence develops, they turn a corner.
DANE:
“Speaking of, where’s yours?”
PARKER:
“My what?”
DANE:
“Your belt, silly.”
Graysie side-eyes him, a growing look of exasperation building on her face.
PARKER:
“I left it at home. It’s not relevant here.”
DANE:
“How’s that? You’re a World Champion!”
PARKER:
“Of the Missouri Valley.”
DANE:
“Semantics.”
Graysie, having put a couple of steps between herself and her mentor, rounds another corner, damn near trucking Keith Williams as she does so. Things don’t escalate, though, it’s honestly kind of awkward. Where’s Adam Sanders when you need him? Dane rounds the corner and appraises the situation as Graysie sheepishly apologizes to the Paragon of Sleaze.
PARKER:
“...sosososososorry…”
Eric clears his throat. Loudly.
DANE:
“That’s a mighty fine abdominal accessory you’ve got there, friend!”
He is of course talking about the AWF Prestige Championship, strapped snugly around Keith’s waist. Or is he referring to the SWAT Universal Sin Championship over Williams' shoulder? The AWF and SWAT Champ grins and nods, acknowledging Dane’s NPW Championship as well.
WILLIAMS:
“As I live and breathe! Eric Dane! How nice of you to notice! I see you’re sporting a pretty piece of tin yourself!”
Eric shrugs.
DANE:
“Gold and Platinum, but, you know. champ shit.”
WILLIAMS:
“Heh, champ shit for sure!”
The two champions stand there with goofy smiles on both of their faces, preening like peacocks with their newly acquired hardware. This is certainly not awkward for Graysie at all.
PARKER:
“Well this is awkward.”
The Only Star ignores her.
DANE:
“So, maybe you can help me out here…”
The Only Star stretches it out, completely unaware of whom he’s speaking with.
WILLIAMS:
“Keith. Williams. Prestige Champion, member of the ReV-”
DANE: [interrupting]
“Yeah, yeah, Keith from AWF, got it. So anyway I was just going on at length about the importance of title belts and why you should always wear them everywhere. Even if it seems inappropriate and/or arrogant. Perhaps you could help me explain it to the young Ms. Parker, as you’re obviously of a similar mindset?”
Taking a second to look Graysie over from head to toe, Williams sleazily smiles.
WILLIAMS:
“Graysie Parker… It's been a while. Truth be told? Your dumper has always looked better than Dakota's. Where were we? Belts! Pants! Belts and pants! If you leave home without your title belt on you might expose yourself. Does no one understand gravity?!”
Graysie’s expression darkens, she’d forgotten about The Paragon’s particular lack of tact. At the same time she kind of stares down at her singlet, which isn’t likely to become a victim to gravity any time soon.
PARKER:
“Ugh. Don’t compare me to that… woman. Especially not in your completely inappropriate yet somehow endearing way. Unlike my opponent tonight, I’m not in the habit of exposing myself publicly, get it? And don’t be lookin’ at my butt! That’s called sexual harassment and I know a lawyer!
The Iron Butterfly is ever-so righteously indignant.
Attempting to smooth over the situation, but somehow making it worse, Keith takes and kisses Graysie's hand without asking.
WILLIAMS:
“My deepest apologies! We shouldn't bring a filthy word like litigation into this!”
PARKER:
“Why you little-”
The Only Star cuts in before his charge starts throwing hands.
DANE:
“Nevermind that, Graysie! Don’t be rude to our new friend Keith from AWF!”
Graysie stares blankly at Dane, almost unable to process how somebody who can focus so heavily on every little detail could possibly be so damned aloof. It’s mind-boggling at times.
PARKER:
“You know we know him, right?”
DANE:
“...”
PARKER:
“I can’t with you…”
The Only Star ignores Graysie again, turning his attention back to Williams.
DANE:
“Listen, kid, I like the cut of your jib. How’d you like to join the Syndicate?”
WILLIAMS:
“Well that’s a mighty generous offer, Dane, but I’m gonna have to pass for now! But, what about you, you want to join the ReVenants? We’re kind of a big deal.”
Eric does some mental math. Absently he might just fancy being in two groups at one time. The semantics of even entertaining the idea would be enough to drive a normal man mad, but Eric Dane is anything but a normal man. Before he can properly balance the equation, a jagged piece of history named Oxford Osland appears from around yet another corner and finds his way right smack dab in the middle of the conversation.
Osland, smug as ever, has a snarl curled on his lips.
OSLAND:
“Well, look who it is. I was wondering when the two of us were going to cross paths again.”
He wrinkles his nose at Dane and turns to Graysie.
OSLAND:
“Oh, you two are still a ‘thing’ I guess?”
Osland’s tone is dismissive.
OSLAND:
“What’s it been, Eric? Six Months?”
The switch is flipped and Eric Dane goes from slightly aloof manager type to over-the-edge and completely unhinged violent wrestling man in the split of a second. He steps right into Osland’s bubble and goes nose to nose with him.
DANE:
“The last time I saw you I dropped you on your head took the Canadian Commonwealth Championship from you and you tucked your tail and left Northern Pro. Do I need to do it again, see if history repeats itself?”
OSLAND:
“That’s an interesting interpretation of what happened. Your ‘victory’ over me at Night of Champions made you relevant again. When the time came for me to get my rematch - you had high-tailed it down the road.”
Osland eyes the North American Double Crown that Dane is displaying before his very eyes. Oxford then looks over to Keith Williams who has been fraternizing with the enemy.
OSLAND:
“What exactly is going on here?”
DANE:
“You wouldn’t understand, kid, it’s above your pay grade. Get it? Champ shit.”
OSLAND:
“Is that so?”
Osland takes a strong step forward with the intent to initiate a physical altercation. As he does, Graysie steps in front of him. This stops Osland dead in his tracks.
PARKER:
“You don’t wanna get beat up by a girl, do ya? Again?”
Osland looks Graysie dead in her eyes. She’s ready. He can sense it.
PARKER:
“Because I got no problem embarassin’ you again right here, right now, again, for everybody in SWAT to see what a sorry piece’a trash that anybody who’s ever met you already knows you to be.”
The Iron Butterfly takes another step in.
Osland’s eyes dart from Graysie to Dane and then back again, contemplating his options with each passing moment.
OSLAND:
“She sure does have a mouth on her, doesn’t she? Where did you find her, Eric?”
Osland turns his attention back to Graysie as Dane grinds his teeth.
OSLAND:
“Honey, If I wanted some of your lip, I would’ve jiggled my zipper.”
Faster than she has any right to be, Graysie shoots a forearm at Osland and connects clean, chattering his teeth in the process. Osland stumbles backward and brings a hand up to his newly jacked jaw before starting to lunge forward. Thinking fast Eric Dane and Keith Williams both manage to place themselves between their partners to try and keep the situation from escalating further.
Oxford Osland, tasting blood in his mouth, sneers and backs away.
OSLAND:
“Fuckin’ bitch…”
Graysie tries to lunge again but Dane’s grip is cast of iron.
DANE:
“Let him go, kid. Another time.”
WILLIAMS:
“Well then. That escalated.”
DANE:
“Good luck with that dork watching your back. Give me a call if you ever wanna upgrade.”
Graysie wants to pile on, but Dane has had his share of this entire situation. No longer in the mood to be glib he strongly nudges Graysie in the direction they had been going the entire time. Graysie, hothead though she may be, knew when it was time to let her manager take the lead in the situation.
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Post by SWAT Team on Dec 23, 2020 22:21:48 GMT -5
[The shot fades back up on Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton, the latter of which is now wearing a too small Blaze t-shirt. The camera zooms out and we see a third man at the booth. Marty Donovan, dressed in a fancy suit and grinning from ear to ear, he has returned.]
Jeremy Tucker: Welcome back! As a special treat, we are now joined on commentary by a man who has held championships all over the world. Please welcome the Hardkore World legend, Martin Andrew Donovan! Marty, thanks for stopping by.
Marty Donovan: My pleasure guys. I look forward to seeing these two ladies go to war.
Jeremy Tucker: What made you decide to take off the boots and put on the headset?
Marty Donovan: Tony Homo.
Jeremy Tucker: What?
Marty Donovan: The failed Dallas Cowboy. You might know him as Mr.Jessica Simpson. CBS is giving the clown 17 million a year to talk.
Andrew Fulton: He wasn’t even a good quarterback.
Marty Donovan: Exactly! Now imagine how much money someone will pay to have the greatest living wrestler in the booth. Don’t confuse your brainbusters and DDTs, Tucker. I’m coming for your neck.
Jeremy Tucker: I think I will be okay.
Andrew Fulton: I like the tie, Marty. Is that an Eldredge knot?
Marty Donovan: Ask Jonnie.
[On My Shit by Snow Tha Product plays as Graysie heads down to the ring with a confident look on her face. She is flanked by Eric Dane, wearing the Northern Pro Double title around his waist, who is whispering some last minute advice.]
Jeremy Tucker: It is still early days here for Graysie, but the results so far have been flawless. The powerhouse rookie is undefeated in SWAT.
Marty Donovan: Wrestlers are superstitious. When you’re on a hot streak you don’t want to change anything. It is probably why Dane is still letting her come out to that fucking awful song. Are we allowed to say fucking?
Andrew Fulton: The streak ends tonight! Graysie doesn’t have a prayer against my kween!
[The arena darkens and fans erupt into loud cheers as “Collapsing” by Demon Hunter blasts through the speakers. Andrew Fulton lets out a high pitched squeal of excitement as the other commentators grimace in pain.]
Marty Donovan: Ugh, my ears. What the hell, Fulton?
Jeremy Tucker: You want the 17 million you’ll have to learn to live with this.
Andrew Fulton: THE BLACKPOOL BOMBSHELL!
[Andrew Fulton continues to mouth along to the lyrics. Red, pink and purple lights flicker on and off in rapid succession creating a beautiful strobe effect over the stage as none other than The Blackpool Bombshell herself, Blaze Freya comes out from behind the curtain, walking backwards onto the stage with a charismatic strut. Her black hood covers her lowered head until she spins around triggering the lights to brighten to reveal her gorgeous face as she lowers the hood, headbanging with the fans a bit. She nods in approval hearing the roar of the crowd, feeding off of their excitement then rolls her shoulders a few times, sprinting down the ramp and sliding into the center of the ring, humping it briefly. Blaze then leans back on her knees running her fingers through her long black hair, flirtatiously winking at the nearest camera before standing up to her feet and walking back to her corner.]
Jeremy Tucker: Freya may be all smiles in her entrance, but I’m sure she isn’t in a good mood. Last month she lost her Amazon Championship.
Marty Donovan: Humans simply can’t compete with the delivery speed of these new drones. I always find it fascinating to see a wrestler’s first match after losing a title. You often get more focused and violent outings. They want to prove that last time was a fluke and not the start of a losing streak.
Andrew Fulton: Blaze was robbed! I’m sure the Dominion voting machine played a role.
Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL. Introducing first, accompanied by the North American Double Crown Champion. Eric Dane. She hails from New Orleans, LA and comes in at 5’3 & 150 lbs …. The Iron Butterfly … GRAYSIE PARKER!!!
And in the opposite corner, she hails from Blackpool England, coming in at 5’6 & 125 lbs … The Blackpool Bombshell …. BLAZE FREYA!!!
[The ref calls for the bell and both women lock up. Graysie pushed Blaze to the ground with ease.]
Marty Donovan: Wow.
Jeremy Tucker: Talk about power. Graysie pushed her opponent off like it was nothing at all.
Andrew Fulton: Because she’s roided up!
[Blaze cautiously gets back to her feet. Graysie tried to grapple again, but the former champion is keeping her distance.]
Jeremy Tucker: Blaze doesn’t want to get into another strength contest. She’s back tracking and peppering Graysie with roundhouse kicks to her lower body.
Marty Donovan: This is exactly what she needs to be doing. Blaze has to focus on her superior reach and speed. Graysie reminds me so much of Andrew Karnage. You have to stay back because one big punch or suplex from them could end it.
Andrew Fulton: NOTHING CAN KILL BLAZE!
[The dance continues for another minute until Graysie catches one of the roundhouse kicks. Blaze hops around for a moment before bringing the other leg up and connecting with Graysie’s head.]
Jeremy Tucker: Enziguri! Freya goes for the cover.
Ref: 1… .kick out!
Andrew Fulton: That was a slow count!
[Graysie raises to all fours as her opponent is already bouncing off the ropes.]
Jeremy Tucker: Freya connects with a running knee.
Marty Donovan: Another big shot to the head. Blaze wants to end this quick before the powerhouse regains her senses.
[Blaze goes for a pin with a leg hook.]
Ref: 1….kick out!
[Blaze pops back up to her feet and goes to run the ropes. On the way back, Dane grabs a foot and trips her. Blaze grabs her ankle in pain and rolls around.]
Jeremy Tucker: Dane grabbed a foot and sent Blaze tumbling down. The ref is threatening to send him to the back.
Andrew Fulton: HANG HIM!
[Graysie is now standing next to ref, joining in on the scolding of her own manager.]
Jeremy Tucker: Graysie making it perfectly clear that she doesn’t need any help. She wants to do this the right way.
Marty Donovan: I don’t get this team. The manager is one with the gold instead of the wrestler. He practices the dark arts and she wants to be squeaky clean.
Andrew Fulton: The height difference must make the sex weird too.
[Tucker gives Fulton a look of disgust. Blaze is suddenly, miraculously healed. She runs over and hops on the shoulders of the distracted Graysie.]
Jeremy Tucker: Reverse Hurricanrana! Dane can only watch in horror.
Marty Donovan: He might have cost her the match!
[The crowd grimaces as Graysie lands on her head. Blaze goes for the cover.]
Ref: 1…..2…..kick out!
[Both women are quick to their feet, but Blaze flips into the ropes.]
Marty Donovan: Beautiful handspring cutter!
Andrew Fulton: Go for the pin!
[Blaze waits for her opponent to get up again and lands another handspring cutter.]
Jeremy Tucker: Blaze connects with a second cutter, but she still isn’t going for the pin. The Blackpool Bombshell is signaling for one more.
Marty Donovan: Syberus tells me Blackpool is like Reno with a beach and none of the prestige. Their soccer team wears the old creamsicle Tampa Bay orange.
[Once more Blaze goes for the cutter, but Graysie catches her around the waist and falls backwards.]
Jeremy Tucker: PARKER CAUGHT HER! WHAT A MASSIVE BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!
Andrew Fulton: NO! NO! NO!
[Graysie hooks the leg.]
Ref: 1...2….kick out!
Marty Donovan: Nearly had her. It only took one move for Graysie to change the momentum of this match. That is the AK-47 power I was talking about.
[Blaze’s head is spinning and she staggers over to the ropes, trying to pull herself back up. Graysie comes barrelling after her.]
Jeremy Tucker: Freya is dazed. Graysie is storming after her. CACTUS CLOTHESLINE!!!!
[The crowd cheers as both women tumble to the floor below.]
Marty Donovan: Graysie isn’t just strong. She is fearless too.
Jeremy Tucker: Parker is up to her feet first. She is stalking her prey.
Andrew Fulton: I can’t sit here and let this injustice happen. AND IIIIIIIII WILLLL ALWAYYYYYS LOVE YOUUUUUUUU!!!
Jeremy Tucker: Please stop singing. I’m begging.
[Andrew Fulton stands up and removes his headset. Parker waits as Blaze stumbles to her feet.]
Marty Donovan: Parker is waiting to pounce!
[Graysie runs full speed towards Blaze and goes for a spear. At the last moment, Andrew Fulton pushes Blaze out of the way and is literally gored out of his shoes. The crowd goes wild seeing the smug commentator taking a bump.]
Jeremy Tucker: Dear lord! Spear! Andrew Fulton has dove in the way of a bullet for his beloved wrestler.
Marty Donovan: She killed him! There is an opening on commentary now. I willed this into existence. THE VISION BOARD WORKED!
[Blaze rolls under the ring. The doctor runs toward Andrew Fulton while motioning to the back to get additional help.]
Marty Donovan: No! Leave him be! LET NATURE TAKE ITS COURSE!
[Marty yanks off the headset and shoves the bellringer out of his seat. The former wrestler folds up the steel chair and runs in swinging, keeping the doctor and additional refs at bay as Andrew Fulton rolls around the floor in agony.]
Jeremy Tucker: It is chaos at ringside! Numerous men struggling with midlife crises are stealing the spotlight from these talented young ladies.
[Graysie stumbles up to her feet and looks around. Blaze is nowhere to be found. Furious, the undefeated in SWAT wrestler begins marching towards the downed Andrew Fulton.]
Jeremy Tucker: Graysie is getting back up. The ref hasn’t started the count, he’s trying to deal with Marty’s antics. Graysie is heading straight towards Blaze’s biggest fan!
[Marty continues to swing the chair around widely, yelling for all gathered to let Andrew Fulton die. The moment his back is to Graysie she attacks, wrapping her arms around his stomach and hitting a massive release suplex to the former champion. The roof goes off the building for this.]
Jeremy Tucker: What a suplex! Graysie has taken out both of my colleagues.
[Graysie pops up just as Blaze goes running over the top rope, crashing down on her rival below.]
Jeremy Tucker: Suicide dive! Graysie took her eyes off her opponent and paid the price for it.
[Blaze starts putting the boots to Graysie.]
Jeremy Tucker: Blaze has capitalized on the chaos at ringside. Things looked bad for her until Andrew Fulton martyred himself. I wonder if my partner will even get an autograph for his troubles?
[Blaze struggles to lift up Graysie and roll her back into the ring. The former champion then waits on the apron for the undefeated opponent to stagger back up.]
Jeremy Tucker: Blaze stalking her prey. She springboards into the ring and goes for a phenomenal forearm! She missed it! Graysie ducked under it. Butterfly Bomb!!! (Butterfly Sitout Powerbomb)
Graysie with the Butterfly Bomb! Folks, I’m calling the rest of this one alone.
That bomb rocked Blaze, she could be out, Graysie grabs her and nails a Butterfly Driver!!!! (Butterfly Suplex lift into sit-out Piledriver)
That’s gotta be it! Graysie is an Amazon Powerhouse!
Blaze doesn’t know what’s hit her.
Graysie with the cover …… two count and Blaze rolls the shoulder. Graysie can’t believe it. She looks exasperated.
[The fans start chanting.]
Fans : We want the moon!
Jeremy Tucker : These Melbourne fans are chanting they “Want the Moon!” After Blaze dropped her dacks on Suit’s Suite last show!
Graysie is looking at them, not impressed. I don’t blame her, what’s wrong with these sicko’s? Dane telling her to block them out and focus on Freya.
[Blaze stands there laughing for a moment at the chant back on her feet. She then begins to undo her belt as Graysie looks at her in disgust.]
Jeremy Tucker: What now?
[Blaze moons the crowd and they erupt into a big pop. Blaze then bows to them, still with her panties at her ankles. Fulton is coming too and looks up to the ring and see’s the full moon and he goes all woozy.]
Jeremy Tucker: You have got to be kidding me. Fulton must think he is dreaming.
[Graysie has had enough and with Blaze bent over with her butt to the crowd she school girls Blaze.]
Jeremy Tucker: School girl! The former champion is literally caught with her pants around her ankles.
Ref: 1…..2…...3!
[The crowd pops as the ref calls for the bell. Blaze lays on the mat, pants still down, in completely shock as Graysie rolls out of the ring.]
Jeremy Tucker: Graysie stays undefeated as the former champion learns a valuable lesson about showboating. That match certainly didn’t go the way I thought it would, but these two might meet again in the upcoming tournament! I wouldn't be surprised to see a rivalry brew up between them.
[The shot fades out as Graysie celebrates with Dane on the ramp. Dane looks far from impressed at all this gaga. In the background, Marty is ordering the doctor to help him instead of Andrew Fulton.]
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Post by edwarddubin0604 on Dec 25, 2020 11:41:55 GMT -5
(The tron shows Psychotic Goth and his valet Vampira surrounded by red robed hooded goths with red mist rising s they chant in an ancient pigmy dialect. They finish and Psychotic Goth looks into the camera his waist length dark hair is matted to his face.)
Vampira: "Tonight is the night where the old year passes into eternity and a new year is born to be better or worse than his predecessor. Now tonight one more slot remains and ten individuals shall step into the ring for the final slot of No Man's Land's Battle Royal. Only one shall go on and win that coveted slot."
Psychotic Goth: "Tonight at New Year's Nightmare. Tonight there shall be an all out war where ten men enter and only one shall stand in the middle of the ring triumphant. Yet there are two individuals not worthy to even be in this honored tradition and they know who they are. Two circus freaks, who seem to want to embarrass their bosses Gabriel Tuck and his equally shitty boss Armand von Krauss."
(He roars as does the red robed hooded goths in an ancient Pygmy dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "You see HAHAHA! and HEHEHE! You should not have entered this exclusive event meant for real wrestlers and not for two painted face ugly freaks of nature. You should have stayed in your dumpster fearing the daylight but you decided to leave and try to take both me and Dinosaurio Pequeno out. That was the worst mistake you shall regret for the rest of your lives of eternal hell and suffering."
(Psychotic Goth laughs maniacally.)
Psychotic Goth: "That's right you two idiots are going to pay for your assault on the two of us and you shall suffer for what you did to my wife and valet Vampira. You shall be humiliated when you are tossed over the top rope and out of the ring out and land on your asses like the clowns you are."
(He laughs louder and roars in an ancient Pygmy dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "I guess Armand needed a bit more muscle to deal with both myself and Pequeno Dinosaurio nd who better than Soutter's ex
bodyguard Bruno. Is Armand that desperate to get rid of the two of us that he has to send in Bruno to back up his pathetic clown car act. Imagine all that for both 'The King of the Goths' and Pequeno Dinosaurio. It's only going to be all for naught since one of us is going to be competing in NoMan'sLand Royal Rumble."
(Psychotic Goth bellows in an ancient Pygmy dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "Now since you'll probably have all those circus toys with you since you are so tough with them. I'm going to gift you with something so gruesome that even you two clowns shall fear both me and Pequeno Dinosaurio. Speaking of whom have you received the gift I made for you to beat those two clowns down or at least put the fear they never experienced in their lives."
(He laughs demonically.)
Psychotic Goth: "Believe me HAHAHA! and HEHEHE! shall cower in fear and wish they never got the coveted spots in this match. Then again there's still Bruno whom I almost forgot since I also made one that's also gruesome that you shall also be repulsed enough to eliminate yourself. You thought I was going to forget you too. I never forget and I shall never forgive. Be assured Bruno that you and the two clowns shall be wishing you didn't enter this event especially when you got two individuals who are out to beat the three of you down."
(Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient Pygmy dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "Imagine two years ago you could have been a winner in the ill-fated XWCW and carried that championship but you faked an injury thus angering CEO Angela. She sued your ass off and Soutter bailed you out by paying her the contracted money if you refused to go through with your commitment. Yet you pay him back by screwing him. Then you lost to him and Armand rewards you by allowing you a slot into this battle royal
and you shall be wishing you hadn't accepted."
(He lowers his head and raises his arms and flings his head back revealing his pale handsome goth like looks.)
Psychotic Goth: "Tonight in this battle royal three unworthy KGB members enter this battle royal and none shall leave as the victor. Who shall prevail in this battle royal and get that coveted Royal Rumble slot at No Man's Land. It's going to be Pequeno Dinosaurio or myself and I shall make sure that he wins to make sure Armand doesn't get his way. Thus I have spoken and thus this vow becomes a fulfilled omen."
(Psychotic Goth roars as the tron goes dark and the scene slowly fades to black.)
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Post by frostbite on Dec 25, 2020 12:21:21 GMT -5
Some Undisclosed Location...
Somebody must be in the Christmas spirit, we see two large Christmas trees one on each side of the room. One is a traditional green tree with it decorated from top to bottom, with the usually balls, silver tinsel and those different color lines and an angel on the top of the tree, however there is nothing underneath the tree. The other tree is well let's just say it has seen better days. It appeared to have been a real tree, but instead of the usually nice green color it is mostly brown and the branches are hanging down, the tree has maybe three balls on it, a red, green and blue ball. However the tinsel on the tree is black which actually it is looks as though someone just tossed it up there with no care in the world. No lights on it, but what appears to be a black whip underneath the tree. The cameras pull back as we see Santa sitting in a rather large chair, but this Santa however, appears to have lost lot of weight. Maybe Mrs. Claus as put Santa on a diet. This Santa is wearing the usually suit, but this Santa has no white beard he appears to be in tip top shape. After a closer look we see this Santa is wearing blue wrestling boots. As our cameras zoom upwards, we see Santa as his feet up but with an intense look in his blue eyes and if looks could kill well every little boy and girl would be getting nothing this year for the holidays it is none other than Frostbite.
CHORUS OF BOOS FROM THE CROWD...
Someone else walks into our view, it is appears to be a young lady who hair has one side green and the other side red, which yes it is slightly odd but at least I guess you could say they are in the Christmas spirit. But instead of wearing a elf or maybe a reindeer like costume, but this young lady is wearing a black leather outfit that would make catwoman proud. The young lady slowly walks over to the tree that is dead to say the least as she bends over and picks up the black whip, she walks over to Frostbite as we see that it is Zoey. Frostbite looks her up and down with an odd look on his face.
Frostbite.. We get Christmas and halloween confused, the hair is a nice touch but this outfit.
Zoey looks at him as she pulls out the whip and stretches it out.
Frostbite.. Little kids are watching this show. I do not have time for any type of those sexual fantasies that you might have. I do not work that way. Besides I will be a married man in a few months.
Zoey.. Dude you are like a brother to me, I do not have those type of thoughts about you. But there was that young dude setting up in the ring earlier in the day.
Frostbite.. Please keep it to yourself.
He drops his head for a second.
Frostbite.. Could you please hand me the book?
Zoey steps out of the picture for a couple of seconds, as she returns with a huge red book as she hands it to Frostbite.
Frostbite.. Thank you. I thought since Christmas is here, I thought why not try and tell a little story.
He opens the book but before he starts to read he clears his throat.
Frostbite.. Twas a few matches before tonight big main event, the locker room was buzzing with so much anticipation because they are about to see a dandy. The fans were tucked into their seats while I have visions of the World title dancing around in my head.
Frostbite looks over at Zoey as he tosses the book across the room.
Frostbite.. Enough of this crap. It is time to get down to some business because I have plenty to say. Tonight main event a tag team match where myself and Armand take on Dylan Black and the current World Champion, El Combatiente. Dylan, I understand that you are a friend of the champ's. I understand you are here to give your friend a helping hand. It is quite nice of you to do so. But the mistake you made is that you got yourself involved in KGB business and that is a huge mistake. Dylan you are the X division champ, well that is such a nice gift that Santa put underneath your tree for you. But you must understand that you are in a totally different world and well maybe you might have been some hot shot you are here in SWAT where the KGB run this place. We call the shots. So later on tonight, we must give you a lesson on why you should never get in our way. I did listen to what you had to say earlier about how you do not know anything about me. Well I do not know anything about you. But after our match later on, you are going to know everything that you need to know about me. Dylan you are standing in my way of what I need around my waist and that is the World title. However you are in my way and I simply along with my partner are going to remove you from the equation.
Frostbite unbutton the Santa suit a little.
Frostbite.. Javier since your client dies not speak any English, I want you and the champ to get close to whatever monitor you are watching and I really want you to listen to what I have to say because trust me I mean every word that I am going to say. So Javier please deliver this message anyway you see fit.
He points to the camera as they zoom in on the intense look in his blue eyes,
Frostbite.. El Combatiente is it over with. The title belongs to me, it is that simple. Since I return to SWAT I have some goals and this is the only one that I have not accomplish that is to become the World Champion and it is long overdue. Paul has tried his very best to keep me away from what is best for business. Paul hatred for me has clouded his judgement. You see Armand understands this, and that is why he is trying his best to buy this worthless company because he knows what is best for this company and that is to allow Frostbite to become the champion. Lord only knows that she needs someone to treat her the right kind of way. She has been treated like trash like some damn whore. She has gone from Johnnie to Syberus to Rally to the current champion to many others. You see if I was holding her she would be treated with such respect. She needs a real man that would show her off. She needs to be the center of this universe and not the person that treats her like dirt.
She Paul that is what you never understood but I did. You believe El Combatiente is the man that carry your company in 2021. The boy can not sell your tickets. Think about it Paul but your disgust for me aside for just a minute and think like a good businessman. El Combatiente against anybody in your locker room will not sell tickets for me, but Frostbite on the other hand can sell tickets. I have been in this business for almost 20 years and I still put asses in those seats. Think about the money you could be making,
Frostbite vs Johnnie Valentine it would sell.
Frostbite vs Radu Matei it would do record sells and you know it.
Frostbite against anybody in that locker room would sell.
He drops his head.
Frostbite.. But Paul you really believe that you know what is best, right. Armand and I, have a match later on where your champion must put the belt on the line in a tag team match. Armand is simply a great businessman he sees the opportunity to make money, Tonight I am going to collect on it by winning the title once and for all. I know the first couple of chances that I had i failed. But I am not going to strike out this time, not tonight. This all comes to an end. You see at the end of the show i have the best equalizer of them all, That does not mean the KGB will get involved or I need Bruno help or Zoey to make her first appearance to give me a hand. I do not need any of that. What I do have our not only words but I promise you this..
He gets out of the chair.
Frostbite.. Tonight if I do not walk out of this arena with her in my arms, I know these idiots would not riot because they do not care about me and could care less about them. But if I do leave without her than I promise I will burn everything that you ever care about Paul which is this company and I will burn it right to the ground. It is not an idol threat it is a promise. I want you to watch in horror as what you built so hard to achieve in your life, I want you to see it go up in flames. But all this can be prevented if you do the right thing. Allow this guy right here to take over, that should not be so hard to do.
Frostbite looks at his hands.
Frostbite.. Allow me to win the World title or your company burn to the ground. It should be a simply decision. Everybody in this company has had the title all except the one guy that could be your greatest champion in this company history. You know Paul, Packer understood that but for some reason do not get the big picture. Let the cold hearted bastard become your champion. It is not that hard.
He looks over to Zoey.
Frostbite.. Javier, your meal ticket better clutch onto her for one last time because she is going to be mine. Because I have no plans leaving this building without her. And I will do it by hook or by crook. And I mean what I say.
Zoey tosses Frostbite a lighter.
Frostbite.. El Combatiente, you have not beaten me before and you are going to fail once again.
He drops his head once again, but he slowly picks it back up with even more intense look in his blue eyes.
Frostbite.. And one last promise I am going to make. Baby, daddy is coming to get you, and he is going to give you a good home, and that I promise.
And even daddy does not get what he wants.
Frostbite flicks on the lighter as he tosses it over his right shoulder and the tree catches fire the good tree.
Frostbite.. Well burn, baby burn.
Frostbite and Zoey walk away as the flames engulf the tree as the scene fades out.
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Post by vastrix on Dec 26, 2020 14:57:24 GMT -5
“Circus Apocalypse” by Vermillion Lies begins playing as Armand von Krauss walks out from the back as the crowd boos him.
Jeremy Tucker: It’s not main event time yet. What could Armand be wanting now?
Andrew Fulton: Maybe if you kept your mouth shut and listened, you would know what the boss has to say once he gets down to the ring.
Jeremy Tucker: Armand isn’t the boss. He only owns maybe twenty percent. I’m not sure what Angela owns, but it might be about twenty to thirty percent. Neither of them make for owners of SWAT.
Andrew Fulton: I’m sure they will puzzle out who owns SWAT soon enough. That might even be what Armand wants to talk about when he gets down to the ring!
Armand waits for the boos from the crowd to die down a bit before he strikes a match and lights up an Egyptian cigarette. He begins walking down to the ring, taking in the hatred from the crowd like it were a fine wine. He steps into the ring, flicking ashes onto the mat with a cold smile.
Armand von Krauss: El Combatiente, your reign as champion is pretty precarious when even your allies can’t make promise that you’ll still be champion at the end of tonight. It’s true and you know it. If for some reason, Dylan Black get into the ring that he would take the opportunity to take you down. Probably before myself or Frostbite since he wants to add gold to his waist.
I want to make myself clear. Frostbite wants that title. He will compete fairly for the championship. He won’t try to turn against you at some point like that traitorous friend of yours. He won’t lie to you and tell you that he’s your friend while he plots for your title. I can promise you an honorable match amongst brothers if you do one thing for me.
Join the KGB.
I understand that things have happened between us, including Javier being tortured lightly before being released to distract you in your title match against Psychotic Goth. What’s a little torture between friends? I’m sure that we can put that behind us, Javier. We will fight fair and square if you will join us.
Jeremy Tucker: Makes me wonder what would happen if El Combatiente does not want to join up with the KGB?
Andrew Fulton: I would say that dirty fighting would be called for.
Armand von Krauss paces around the inside of the ring, flicking ashes onto the mat with a wicked smile as the fans boo his suggestion that El Combatiente join the KGB.
Armand von Krauss: Dylan Black. The ever so generous traveling X*Crown champion. I would say that you have the many World titles that the X*Crown represents around your waist now and that you shouldn’t really be grasping for one more, but who am I to argue with someone as traitorous as you? You call me evil. You call me a poor man’s Zoran and yet you plot to take your friend’s World title when he already faces overwhelming odds in the form of myself and Frostbite. I can’t even comprehend the kind of slime that a person would have to be to do that kind of thing.
You come to the ring, half a robot, and expect to become SWAT’s World champion. Your cybernetics will not help you win the day. Your X*Crown championship will not help you save the day, if you even still have that title after facing Keith Williams and Eric Dane.
Armand flicks his cigarette butt out of the ring where security rush to stomp it out.
Armand von Krauss: I just want to say one more thing before I head to the back to get ready for my match. Angela, I grow weary of your prattling on the topic of ownership. I tell you what. You select a champion to face me in the ring and we will pool all of our ownership shares in SWAT. Winner take all. Do you have the mut to accept my challenge?
Jeremy Tucker: Armand with a bold play there. Is it worth the risk?
Andrew Fulton: To shut Angela up forever? You know it.
“Circus Apocalypse” by Vermillion Lies begins again as Armand von Krauss lights up another Egyptian cigarette and makes his way to the back, leaving a trail of smoke behind him.
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Post by Lucky Linda on Dec 27, 2020 5:20:27 GMT -5
”Wow. What a Big Year we have had.” Says Lucky Linda La Fey. She is in the locker room and seated next to her friend Sue from Accounting. Linda is wearing her Wanna get Lucky t-shirt and Sue is dressed in an expensive looking dress and shoes.
“I was kidnapped and then almost killed, left for dead in a hole in the desert Zoran was playing Star Wars in, then you rescued me and if that wasn’t enough, I won the lottery thanks to your lucky ticket.” Sue looks at her friend Linda with gratitude and admiration in her eyes.
“You deserved it. No one should have had to be put through that ordeal Zoran put you thru.” Linda fires up at the mention of his name.
“Well, he met his match when you stood up to him and his bullying ways.” Sue grins. “You have had the best year. First, you won the No Man’s Land Tourney. Flipping the script on that diva Suzi Spitz and bundling her out in the first round, then going on to win the WHOLE thing!”
“She was sooooo over rated. Good, but not great. Couldn’t keep her eye on the task at hand and when out matched, would put herself out there looking for new work, just for the attention of all the desperate feds that pop up and drop off on a weekly basis.” Linda shakes her head in disappointment reflecting on Suzi. “She and Freya are cut from the same cloth. No wonder they hate each other so much.”
“Then, you and Radu formed SWAT Classic and made it all the way to the Anzac Cup finals.” Sue is going into ‘This is your Life’ mode.
“That was a fun Team. Radu is indeed the leader of the locker room, and we almost took it all out. Zoran said it was because I dropped the ball and let the team down, a part of me wonders if that is true.”
“Zoran would say anything to get in your head, even to praise his nemesis Radu.” Sue assures her bestie. “Then, after the Anzac cup, we went to the Memorial, and in your match there with Zoran, he was buried alive and even if his body was never recovered and I still have nightmares to this day that he will return, you did defeat him and exile him from SWAT!”
“Yeah. I did. Didn’t I” Linda stares into the lens. “Too be sure to be sure it was a big day for myself and for SWAT.”
“It was the beginning of the return to wrestling of the GOOD GUY!” Sue pumps up Linda. “It united the locker room, and even when one evil was replaced with the re-emergence of the KGB, the locker room now had faith to pull together and unite and the fans have had real role models to look up to. True Heroes!”
“We are making being GOOD COOL again.” Linda pumps her arm in the air.
“Let’s not forget either this year that you became a TWO TIME AMAZONS Champion.” Sue is still in this is your life mode. “And then with the Division almost depleted and SWAT undergoing a changing of the guard, YOU again stood up and made an OPEN CHALLENGE to the
WORLD. Which while resulted in you dropping the belt, rejuvenated the division and brought it back to life.”
“Oh, the sacrifices I make for this company” Linda mocks placing the back of her hand on her forehead over dramatically and they both have a chuckle.
“You will become a three time champion next year, it’s a certaintity.”
“Before that though, I will close out the year by winning the Universal Sin Championship from the Sleaze ball Keith Williams.” Linda fires up. “I brought him in here, and thus it is my responsibility to take him OUT!”
“And when you do rename that belt a proper respectful name again.” Sue ponders a new name for the belt.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves though, he may be the creepiest of the creeps. But, he can work. I didn’t bring him in to be on my team because he was some slouch. He is bigger, and stronger. But I have all the heart and determination in the world. I have a resolve that was born in me, to fight and fight and fight some more. Then, when the final bell rings, win or lose, to come back next time, and FIGHT SOME MORE! So Paragon of Sleaze! You are making big waves all over the Network, the flavour of the month. Maybe Lady Luck rubbed up alongside you for a brief moment and now everything is falling into place for you. Maybe it was coming your away all along. Surely it’s not because of little ole me making you famous. Just ask yourself one question before we head to the ring tonight ….. Do you feel lucky? Well? Do ya? PUNK!”
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HNDRXX
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Post by HNDRXX on Dec 28, 2020 14:46:28 GMT -5
[HNDRXX leaned against a cold metal locker, the rough wooden bench he was on was a poor comfort on what had felt like a flight to a constellation. The general hassle of international travel is much greater than in previous years, for the obvious reasons. Next to him sat a large Nalgene covered in wrestling stickers, a variety of places HNDRXX had worked in his young career, building experience.]
[You’d probably be able to forgive HNDRXX the sin of overworking himself at the moment. Flatbush isn’t anywhere near New Orleans, but it’s a whole hell of a lot closer than Melbourne. As his eyes drifted from a well-earned nap, he picked up the sheet telling him about his opponents. As a young, reasonably curious wrestler, he’d had a research sheet put together.]
HNDRXX: Now ain’t the time to be cutting no ten forty-second promos about how little I can be concerned with each individual element in this match, ya heard?
[Having already read it, HNDRXX adjusted his bathing ape hoodie which was hiding his lightly bloodshot jet-lagged eyes.]
HNDRXX: Yo, you can’t force it. Every dude in this match gunnin’ for that last spot in the Battle Royal. That’s the thing with battle royals, Everyone gonna come out sayin’ HNDRXX this and HNDRXX that, right? Like I’m the big homie. Like they ain’t ever actually taken the time to watch a match of mine.
Naw, see and that’s just it.
[Waving the piece of paper.]
HNDRXX: While you got guys like Psychotic Goth or HaHa and HeHe, ain’t gonna be enough time to watch every single match, or even learn enough ‘bout em to really qualify on sayin’ much past the name, and some basics on what they do. An’ none of them bout to spend the time to respect on my name. Even if I came up just inches short of tappin’ out the king of white privilege Jason Justice, I ain’t about the say Adrien Cochrane didn’t do everything and more in our match.
Respect.
[HNDRXX leaned back again, letting the hoodie shade his eyes from the fluorescents in the shared locker room.]
HNDRXX: Gotta pay attention to every angle, and it’s not like I got eyes in the back of my head. So I’m not gonna stress on how much is out of my control.
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SWAT Team
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Post by SWAT Team on Dec 28, 2020 18:59:12 GMT -5
[The arena goes dark as an orange strobe light plays along to the beginning of Bullets with Butterfly Wings. Rayzor and RDS walk out and stands center stage, looking around slowly with a smug look on their faces as they raise their right arm’s in the air and pause to breathe it all in. They then begin their slow walk to the ring. They get ringside and walk around the entire ring and ignore the fans at ringside. When they get to the steps, Rayzor puts one leg up and brushes his hair back before he makes it up to the apron and then steps over the ropes. In the ring he stands in the center and then raises both hands as fireworks come out of the back two ring post. He then makes his way over to the corner, rests both arms on the top rope and awaits the start of the match" Frank Salazar : The following tag team contest is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first … coming in at a combined weight of 538 pounds … RAYZOR AND RDS2020!!!The UFC Remix hits and Tong and Phantom Fairtex make their way onto the ramp way. They are both wearing Team Fairtex singlets and psyching each other up, they taunt the fans and do a few poses riling them up and then go over some last minute plans .Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from Bangkok, Thailand. Coming in at combined weight of 470 pounds ..... TONG AND PHANTAM FAIRTEX!!!Jeremy Tucker : Big time tag team match this one Andy. RDS and Rayzor have been incredible since returning to action, and you know Team Fairtex will always bring it. Andrew Fulton : They have a crack mate, no one can deny that, but they are no Rayzor and RDS! Jeremy Tucker : Referee Vick Mackey calls for the bell and we are underway. Tong and Rayzor starting it off, and Rayzor powers Tong to the neutral corner. Mackey calls for the break and Rayzor goes to let Tong go, then nails him with a big knee to the gut. Andrew Fulton : Beautiful! Jeremy Tucker : It was a cheap shot Fulton! Andrew Fulton : Certainly, of the highest order! Bravo! Jeremy Tucker : Good to see you have recovered from that bump you took in the previous match. Andrew Fulton : I would take a bullet and more for Freya, any day, every day. Jeremy Tucker : Rayzor sticks on Tong after the knee, and delivers a thudding headbutt, then a few elbow strikes and then a big DDT. Andrew Fulton : Ray pulls Tong back to his feet and Irish Whips him, going for the big boot, but Tong ducks under it, bounces off the opposite ropes and flying shoulderblocks Rayzor, sending the big man down. Jeremy Tucker : Tong tags in his brother and they double hip toss Ray then Phantom goes to the top and goes for a Swanton bomb, but Ray gets the knees up and tags in RDS. Andrew Fulton : Veteran move there by Rayzor. RDS comes in and delivers a scoop slam on Phantam, followed up by a side buster, cover by RDS … Jeremy Tucker : One …… Two …. (kick out with authority by Phantam.) Andrew Fulton : Phantam gets the advantage back and smashes the head of RDS multiple times into the turnbuckle, he blind tags in Tong and Phantam suplexes RDS off the top rope as Tong flies behind him crunching RDS with a big elbow drop as he lands from the superplex. Jeremy Tucker : They are tag team specialists now the Fairtex boys and ontop of that, twin brothers, they know exactly what the other is thinking at all times. Tong with the cover, this one could be over. One ………………… Two …………………. Thre …. (Rayzor slides into the ring and breaks the count.). Andrew Fulton : Phantam runs into the ring and starts peppering Rayzor with some hard shots, Mackey gets in between them and ushers Phantam back out of the ring, nice officiating. Jeremy Tucker : Nice officiating? Rayzor was the one who was in there first, and now he and RDS are doing a number on Tong! Stomping away on him while Phantam protests to Mackey. Andrew Fulton : Rayzor makes a clapping sound with his hand to sound like a tag and RDS gets in a last stomp and exits the ring leaving the fresh Rayzor in there with Tong. Great tag team wrestling. Jeremy Tucker : Mackey turns around and questions Ray, who tells him he tagged, then the legend bear hugs Tong. Andrew Fulton : He is a brute, what a bear hug, he is almost rag dolling him. Jeremy Tucker : Rayzor turns it onto a full nelson and as he does, RDS blind tags back in and goes for a running roaring elbow, but Tong escapes the Full Nelson and RDS just smashed his own partner Rayzor with that roaring elbow. Andrew Fulton : Rayzor is on the mat, holding his jaw, he gets up fuming and as Tong makes the hot tag to Phantam, Rayzor charges RDS and BIG BOOTS HIS OWN TAG TEAM PARTNER! Jeremy Tucker : Rayzor has snapped! He is leaving the ring and RDS! Just storming up the rampway. Andrew Fulton : RDS should never have laid his hands on his tag team partner, whats he expect? Jeremy Tucker : It was an accident Andy! Andrew Fulton : Accidents are for teenage mothers, this is the big leagues and RDS just blew it. Jeremy Tucker : Tong and Phantam smile to each other and begin to make short work of RDS. He cant handle both at once. Andrew Fulton : Full power slam by Phantam. Jeremy Tucker : T-Bone suplex by Tong. Andrew Fulton : Spinning sit down powerbomb by Phantam! Jeremy Tucker : Bangkok Lock!!! Tong applies and cinches in a Giant Octopus/Tazzmission combination and continues relentlessly clamping down tighter and RDS outnumbered, taps, saving it for another day. Big win to Team Fairtex. Looks like the end of the RDS and Rayzor team Andy. Andrew Fulton : Do ya reckon Jerry? Frank Salazar : Winners of the match … TEAM_FAIRTEX!!!![The UFC Remix plays as Mackey raises the arms of Tong and Phantam, RDS glaring up the empty rampway where Rayzor disappeared thru.] |
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