New Years Nightmare 2020 (Show)

[SWAT Team]

Floodlights cast a grim shadow down onto the ring, as the scaffold is erected a good forty feet over the ring. Tables have been stacked around ringside to offer some cushion other than the concrete.


Jeremy Tucker: Welcome back fans! Up next we have one of the more anticipated matches of the evening – hell, the year!


Andrew Fulton: This is going to be ABSOLUTELY BRUTAL.


Jeremy Tucker: As we look back at 2020 and all the major stories that have occurred in SWAT, there is one that you will not hear referenced. A cold war between Syndicate Ace, Radu Matei, and the Society of the New Breed! Their relationship could be described as icy at best, but with the meteoric rise of Rally Jackson, this powder keg is ready to explode!


Andrew Fulton: Matei is just jealous of the younger generation, and casting aspersions at Rally’s good name.


Jeremy Tucker: Radu is YOUNGER than The Society of the New Breed, and what aspersions? Rally was seen setting Rajiv Khan on fire!


Andrew Fulton: Well TONIGHT the 2020 wrestler of the year is going to have his revenge on the 2019 wrestler of the year!


Jeremy Tucker: Revenge is on the menu! Radu Matei has had enough of Rally Jackson’s dangerous pranks, and has brought in the hero of MCCW, Death Trap to sort him out. Jackson is joined by Tuxedo Mask – the two men former SWAT tag champions, before Jackson decided to win all our singles titles instead. The Society have a lot of experience teaming, so on paper its impossible to tell who will come out on top – but all four men will meet above the ring in a high incident scaffold match!


Andrew Fulton: You couldn’t pay me to go up there.


Jeremy Tucker: Poor cardio, Andrew? Let’s send it down to the ring for introductions!


Underneath the metal scaffold, Frank Salazar stands in the middle of the ring.


Frank Salazar: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... THE FOLLOWING TAG TEAM CONTEST IS A HIGH INCIDENT SCAFFOLD MATCH!!!


*MEGA POP*


Frank Salazar: The wrestlers will compete on top of a scaffold, while the ringside area has been covered with tables. The match will continue until BOTH members of a team have been thrown off the scaffold and hit the ground.


Jeremy Tucker: That’s a twist, double elimination.

Tux stands at each side of the top of the ramp for a moment to soak up and encourage the crowd’s cheers. Then, in an ode to his gymnastic ability, he does a cartwheel handspring into a flip down the ramp to start his entrance.



Frank Salazar: Introducing first, hailing from Tokushima, Japan. Coming in at 5’8 and 185 pounds .... TUXEDO MASK!!!

Hate or Glory" by Gesaffelstein hits and Rally Jackson makes his way down the ramp way. He is taking his time and looks seriously out of shape, man the ladder up to the scaffold is long. When he finally joins Tuxedo on top of the scaffold, he struts around in a confident manner and then cracks his own neck.


Frank Salazar: …and his partner, hailing from Rio de Janeiro. Coming in at 6’1 and 300 pounds .... THE GOLDEN GOD ..... RALLY JACKSON!!!


Andrew Fulton: With his amazing centre of gravity, I don’t see how anyone will be able to move The Golden God off that scaffold.

*The haunting vocal intro for "The Hard Sell" by Coheed and Cambria hits the speakers and the lights dim and blue and gold spotlights strobe around the arena. The video screen lights up with a familiar theme as it reads, "And now … SWAT presents … its MAIN ATTRACTION!" A foot shatters the screen and we cut to images from DT's matches in MCCW against the likes of Nelly Angel, Weaselpop, and Eichi Yamaguchi. The first verse sets in as the screen shows DT tapping out Jason Justice and being handed the MCCW World title for the second time.

"I'm paranoid, and sick of this world's misconception of things I did. My language poured across this wrist in a metaphoric disaster."

DT slowly walks into a red spotlight on the stage with his head down hidden under a hoodie. It's black and has his custom interlocking DT logo with an Italian flag and mariners compass on it on the back. He stands in the spotlight and slowly looks up showing off his signature bowler hat and sunglasses under the hood. The screen shows images of his victories over Alexis Grace, Duke Kosloff, Ai Moe, and Jeremiah Vastrix all split screen one per corner all in his signature 'Death Trap' Dragon Clutch finisher. It then flashes to him holding the EOD 2019 briefcase over his head. It quickly transforms into him getting three pinfalls over Anthony Caffrey and being handed the X*Crown facemask before wiping into an image of DT posing with his custom X*Crown belt, the ECF title with a big bad X on it.

"My guess, I'm missing out the punchline, unless this hanging noose is fitted to be all mine. I stood by everything I loved, while you never understood me much..."

He flips the hood back and throws his hands up into a cross over his head before dropping them into his signature pose (the Orton one, you know it.). The strobe blue and gold spotlights move faster around the arena as he soaks in the adoration of fans from two generations.

Frank Salazar: And their opponents, first, hailing from Seattle, Washington. At 6'4" and 260 pounds, he is The Main Attraction ... DEATH TRAP!"

"Cuz there's only one ... of me. And too many of you, fighting over nothing. There's never enough cool for everyone and before you know it you're selling out to be in."

He unzips the hoodie and tosses it into the crowd and starts marching to the scaffold. He air fist bumps the fans along the walkway (Covid ya know). At ringside, begins climbing the ladder up to the action.*

The house lights fade, leaving the arena in darkness.


#SHAKE IT... like a ladder to the sun#


Yeah Yeah Yeahs' ZERO starts to pump over the PA system.


#Makes me feel like a madman on the run#


The tron starts to show footage of the former world champion's most brutal defences. Black and white. The amount of blood loss makes it look like an old horror film, but it does the trick working the crowd up into a frenzy.


#find me never, never far gone...#
#So get your leather, leather...#
#LEATHER ON on on on...#


The footage then cuts to the backstage, just as the champion throws a powder blue leather jacket over his vintage '86 DOA "To Hell and back" tee. Not the best wrestling attire, but its a better look than the mass of bandages that give him a Mummy vibe. As the music hits his cue, he starts pushing forwards towards the curtains.


#You're a zerooooooooooooooOOOOOOoo#
#What's your name?#
#No one's gonna ask you#
#Better find out where they want you to GOOOOOOOooooooooo#
#Try and hit the spot#
#Get to know it in the dark#


Purple spotlights search through the crowd, building a sense of anticipation. The audience cheer for the next participant, as repulsive as he is, he's oddly compelling. The erratic movement of the lights start to circle closer together before eventually, the perfect circles of light connect into the body of a large centipede. The visual representation of the insect stalks over the crowd, before racing towards the entranceway. Hitting the black curtains, the purple lights seem to double up, and fold into themselves.



#Get to know it whether you're a crime, crime, crime of love#
#Can you climb, climb#
#climb hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigher?#


Rough hands swatting aside the curtain, the five-time SWAT Dixieland champion pushes his way out into the arena. Clenching his fists, Radu Matei starts to stalk down the aisle in sync with the music.


Frank Salazar : and his partner, hailing from Sibiu, Romania. Coming in at 6’2 and weighing 234 pounds .... The Sacrificial Idol, Deathless, Unbreakable M, The Beast of Dixie ...RADU MATEI!!!


Radu Matei rai-


Jeremy Tucker: THE SOCIETY OF THE NEW BREED ATTACKING DEATH TRAP BEFORE THE BELL!!!


Entrance grand standing is cut short, as Jackson and Mask attack Trap from behind. Seeing his partner being stomped on, Matei runs down the aisle as quickly as his bad legs will let him.


DING! DING!! DING!!!!!!


Jeremy Tucker: There is the bell, and the match has begun before all four men are even up on the scaffold. Radu trying to pick up the pace, while The New Breed press their advantage.


Andrew Fulton: Is it the New Breed’s fault that they are men of action?


Jeremy Tucker: Death Trap covering up the bulk of the damage, but Jackson and Mask really laying in the boots, and a few getting through. Matei scrambling up the ladder, HERE HE COMES!


Radu Matei gets to the top of the ladder, crawling up onto the cage, but before he can get his feet off the ladder-








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Jeremy Tucker: WHO IS THAT?
















A man in a bright red mask flies down from the rafters on a zipline-















Jeremy Tucker: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







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The mysterious figure flies right into Radu Matei, knocking The Sacrificial Idol off the scaffold before he can even step foot on it. The impact is HARD, and the angle awkward. Sending Matei into a stack of tables, only he glances the top – rather than breaking his fall, the table sends Deathless spiralling to the right, where he lands hard on the guardrail before his head bounces off the concrete floor.





A silence falls over the crowd.






Andrew Fulton: . . .






Jeremy Tucker: I... paramedics on hand racing to check on Matei. He is not moving. We all expected some BRUTAL falls from this match, but that masked man knocked Matei clear of the ringside area. And... we’ve seen Radu come back from a lot but that was vicious.


Andrew Fulton: His assailant running off chased by security.


Jeremy Tucker: WHO WAS THAT MASKED MENACE?


Andrew Fulton: Radu has an enemy list longer than my penis, which is saying something. His rogue’s gallery are all ugly, depraved, and deadly – sadly, also like my penis. As the medics check him out, Death Trap finds himself ALONE at the mercy of the New Breed.


Jeremy Tucker: A handicap match before it even started. Death Trap is on his back in a defensive guard, using his mixed martial arts background to hold off the assault, but Jackson and Mask going to town. You can actually hear the scaffold creaking under Rally’s heavy stomps.


Andrew Fulton: In the last few months, Rally has won the tag, secondary, and world titles. What a great way to ring in the new year than handing Matei a loss, and putting down MCCW’s finest.


Jeremy Tucker: With a heavy assist by Mask-


Andrew Fulton: Yes, with his tag partner! No need to be a wet blanket on EVERYTHING Jeremy. You know, they were my favourites for tag team AND stable of the year. The Society was robbed! Speaking of feeling short change, now Death Trap can make up for not taking that LEGO Death Match bump by joining Matei in a million pieces splattered on the-


Realizing what bad shape Matei is in; even the crass Fulton trails off out of a sense of decency.


Jeremy Tucker: Tuxedo Mask kneeling down, the smaller man groaning, as Rally Jackson jumps on his partner, using him for slight elevation to hit a vicious double stomp! Even with an impressive guard worthy of the UFC, it’s hard to brace against that kind of pressure.


Andrew Fulton: One of the feet getting past the arm, drilling Trap in the stomach! Pleased by the results, Trap calls for another one before Mask can object. Even if its only a few extra feet, hitting these amazing high flying moves are just the kind of above and beyond efforts the fans have come to expect from Jackson – what an electrifying star!


Jeremy Tucker: Jackson again standing on Tuxedo Mask for a three-foot elevation, and dives off with another double stomp! NO!!! Trap shifting his weight to avoid the impact, and hooking one of the ankles, takes Jackson over with an anklelock!


*BIG POP*


Jeremy Tucker: Death Trap fighting against the odds! Just the kind of heart an fighting spirit that has led the MCCW great to win over the SWAT faithful! A submission specialist – Trap has Jackson in a world of pain!


Andrew Fulton: Too bad tapping means NOTHING in a scaffold match! Mask holding his back in pain, but quick kick away at Trap’s hands, breaking the hol-


Jeremy Tucker: Momentary reprise for Jackson, as Trap reapplies the submission hold a bit further down for a hammerlock leglock! And even if submissions don’t count, Death Trap could EASILY break Jackson’s leg. He probably won’t, since this is all about teaching Jackson to respect his fellow workers, but if anyone could rip that leg clear off, it’s Trap!


Andrew Fulton: MASK MAKES THE SAVE! Here comes the save! Attempts to make the save! Continues making the save! Let go already! Look Tuxedo Mask keeps clubbing DT in the back of the neck trying to force him to release that hold, but the damned Main Attraction just keeps cranking back on that leg.


Jeremy Tucker: Rally trying to twist out of it, attempting to sit up – NO! Tuxedo Mask jumps on Rally’s shoulders and dives off them onto Death Trap with a plancha! This scaffold really doesn’t lend itself to Mask’s highflying antics. Still managing to get enough elevation to knock Trap off his partner!


Andrew Fulton: That’s right, you hear all these huge boast nicknames – The Main Attraction, The Golden God, DEATHLESS – but don’t sell Sailor Moon’s Wet Dream short!


Jeremy Tucker: Jackson holding his leg in agony, rubbing it to restore feeling. Mask following up on Trap, not wanting to give him room to breathe! Standing split leg moonsault!


*BIG POP*


Jeremy Tucker: Thank goodness! Fans, the reaction you’re hearing is not for Trap once again getting double teamed, but Radu Matei showing signs of movement. Paramedics trying to get a brace around his neck to move him, but feet shifting slightly, which after that fall is a good sign.


Andrew Fulton: That is a relief.


Jeremy Tucker: Meanwhile, forty feet above them – Jackson limping over, and nails Trap with a standing senton. The Society of the New Breed with a double legdrop. And again! And- they seem to be competing to see who can hit it faster. The smaller Mask is managing to get two in for every one of Jackson, but Rally is only acknowledging the second of each set – and feels like he has the edge.


Andrew Fulton: Double swinging neckbreaker! And The Society of the New Breed are so in sync with one another, working on the same page, showing why they were tag team champions!


Jeremy Tucker: On the last Battleground, Death Trap and Deathless showed they had amazing in-ring chemistry, they just weren’t given a chance to use it tonight!


Andrew Fulton: Double side suplex! With authority! I keep waiting for the scaffold to break! Rally Jackson calling his shot, POINTING to the part of the audience he’s planning to throw Death Trap.


*MASSIVE BOOS*


Jeremy Tucker: He just pointed at Radu Matei’s barely moving body. He can’t be serious!


Andrew Fulton: Mask and Jackson both grabbing Trap by the back of the neck, run him across the scaffold- here we go!








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*BIG POP*


Jeremy Tucker: Death Trap putting the breaks on! The Society try again, but he’s having none of it! Again the breaks! Showing his technical ability, Death Trap puts a foot on the back of Jackson’s left calf and forces the former world champion down to his knee!


Andrew Fulton: Tuxedo letting go of the neck, spinning around for a short arm closelin-


Jeremy Tucker: Death Trap ducks it! Pulls Rally Jackson into a muay Thai kneestrike! Jackson down, Mask coming back- DEATH TRAP PULLS HIM INTO A BELLY-TO-BELLY – RELEASE BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mask sent flying!







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Andrew Fulton: Phew. That was close! Mask easily the most agile guy in this match, thrown heart attack inducing close to the edge, but with the presence of mind to hang on.


Jeremy Tucker: Even in a two-on-one situation, Death Trap showing why he’s the best in the business. That confined space with minimal room to manoeuvre other than strike, lends itself to his mixed martial arts background. Trap grabbing Jackson’s left leg, applies a half-Boston – but then uses it to start dragging Jackson towards the edge. Rally’s head bumping against the steel rungs of the floor as he’s yanked across.


Andrew Fulton: HERE COMES MASK! Spinning heel kick!


Jeremy Tucker: Ducked by Trap, and Mask again finds himself on the edge of the scaffold! Waving his hands, trying to maintain his balance! DEATH TRAP LETTING GO OF JACKSON TO MOVE IN FOR THE KILL ON MASK!



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Andrew Fulton: YES!


Jeremy Tucker: Tuxedo Mask with a fistful of white powder! We’re going to say chalk, but knowing the participants, its anyone’s guess. Death Trap BLINDED BY THAT POWDER!


Andrew Fulton: Tuxedo Mask diving to the centre of the scaffold. ...And a blinded Death Trap trying to rub his eyes, while swinging blindly, getting VERY CLOSE to that edge.


Jeremy Tucker: I can’t watch! Not like this! THE OTHER WAY TRAP!


Andrew Fulton: Death Trap unaware of his surroundings, on the edge of the scaffold, one false step! Jackson still trying to get the circulation going in his left leg. You can do it, Rally! Tuxedo Mask losing patience, like he was raised on a steady stream of rapid-fire anime, tip toeing up behind Trap for the push! HERE WE GO!









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Jeremy Tucker: NOT A CHANCE! Trap doesn’t need sight – finely tuned senses and muscle memory have him put on the breaks for the shove, and spinning, pulls Tuxedo Mask into a Japanese armdrag! I’d like to think if he could see, Trap would have eliminated Mask, instead he planted him in the centre of that scaffold. Still, presence of mind to hang on – and drags Mask into a BRUTAL Muay Thai knee to the head!


Andrew Fulton: Trap desperately wiping his eyes, and squinting, but seems to be getting some vision back. Just in time to see a Rally Jackson RIO SPECIAL!


Jeremy Tucker: Jackson screaming obscenities after the hit, he really wishes he’d used the other leg.


Andrew Fulton: Poor Rally! Still, showing his shrewdness, Rally pulls Death Trap into a straight ankle lock. Two can play at that game! Resting his own leg, while trying to return the damage. Trap down, and Tuxedo Mask joining in, seeing how many of his highflying arsenal he can hit while standing.


*MONSTER POP*


Jeremy Tucker: Again, the audience reaction isn’t for the gang beating happening above the arena, but Radu Matei who has managed to stand up on his own two feet. Even in defeat, he will leave the arena under his own volition.


Andrew Fulton: Jesus. It looks like Matei has chipped an orbital bone, his cheek, half his face swollen up like a puffer fish.


Jeremy Tucker: It was a disgusting fall. It’s incredibly he’s still with us, let alone standing. That right eye is completely swollen shut. Yet with his bloodshot left, Deathless looks up, concerned to see what’s going on in the match.







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Andrew Fulton: OH COME ON!


Jeremy Tucker: Radu Matei has NO LEGS, but he got Death Trap into this mess, and he isn’t about to leave him in the lurch!


Andrew Fulton: HE HAS LITERALLY LEFT HIM IN THE LURCH! Matei is eliminated, just grab a stretcher and get out of here! I know the XHF Network won’t let me use that word, but how stupid is he? Did he land on his head?


Jeremy Tucker: Yes. Yes, he did. Radu Matei staggering – unable to do more than baby steps, but coming back to ringside.


Andrew Fulton: Well jokes on him, the officials have removed the ladders going up to the scaffold to prevent outside interference. I think we all know that that masked man was targeting Rally for being awesome, and not Radu for being last year’s news.


Jeremy Tucker: Matei barely functioning, and frustrated at his attempts to baby step back into it. Meanwhile, above the ring, Rally Jackson is working that ankle for all its worth, enjoying the breather, while Tuxedo Mask applies a choke of his own!


Andrew Fulton: Death Trap doing the heroic bloodshed thing, taking a Matei size beating – but there is no coming back from this. The Society are just too good!


*MEGA POP*


Andrew Fulton: That idiot is going to get himself killed!


Jeremy Tucker: RADU MATEI climbing one of the stacks of tables, at ringside. Barely able to move his right arm, hell, using the tables to support his weight and is almost knocked them over, but trying to use them to climb back into the match!


Andrew Fulton: At that speed, good luck! Rally using that ankle lock to try to pull Death Trap to the edge, but Trap hanging onto the metal rungs of the scaffold. Tuxedo Mask stomping on his hands, trying to loosen his grip!


Jeremy Tucker: Matei still climbing. But he had better hurry as The Society peels Trap off the cage with a double snap suplex! Tuxedo Mask hits a tuxbuster on Trap, and here comes Rally with a cartwheel – nope, his left leg almost gives out on him. Thinking better of the theatrics, Rally just hits a splash.


Andrew Fulton: SORRY MISS JACKSO-NO!


Jeremy Tucker: Death Trap reverses it into a Seattle Stretch! Both men land on the scaffolding hard, and the noises it’s making, I’m amazed we haven’t seen it buckle. Trap really working the hold, but Tux again coming to Jackson’s aid with the Tuxmission! Trap not so much affected by Tuxedo’s pleas, as annoyed enough to let go of the stretch and try to throw him off.


Andrew Fulton: Arms free, Rally going after Trap’s heel again - wait, no!


Jeremy Tucker: MATEI CLIMBING THAT STACK OF TABLES, AND JUMPS OFF THEM TOWARDS ONTO SCAFFOLD-














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*CRASH*
*CRASH*
*CRASH*
*CRASH*
*CRASH*
*CRASH*
*CRASH*
*CRASH*









*MEGA JEERS*





Jeremy Tucker: BEFORE RADU COULD EVEN STEP FOOT ON THE SCAFFOLD, RALLY JACKSON CATCHES HIM IN MIDAIR WITH A DROPKICK, AND SENDS MATEI FALLING BACKWARDS INTO THAT STACK OF TABLES!!! MATEI JUST FELL THROUGH SIX TABLES!!!!!!


Andrew Fulton: Jesus! And that fall didn’t look as bad as the first one!


Jeremy Tucker: One of those falls would have put most men on the shelf, but to come back for a second? Radu Matei is FINISHED. Those tables may have slowed down the plunge, but he has wood sticking out of him, and is a bloody mess. Rally Jackson didn’t even give him a chance to get into the match. Death Trap BREAKING the Tuxmission, just as Jackson returns with a spinning elbow! Given that this has been a handicap match since the start against two of SWAT’s best-regarded veterans, Death Trap has been putting on a HERCULEAN effort holding his own.


Andrew Fulton: Anyone else, and they would have been thrown off in a minute... but come on, that was the last shot at the cavalry coming, and no one can keep this up.


Jeremy Tucker: Rally Jackson goes for a rib buster, but Death Trap counters with a knee strike! Pulls Jackson into another Muay Thai knee that takes him down. Tuxedo Mask going for a Tuxplex, but Trap counters with a double leg takedown – and there’s the mount, GROUND AND POUND! Heavy right hand catching Tux in the nose, busts him wide open.


Andrew Fulton: Cover up Tux! Or use your throwing roses! That’s a thing, right?


Jeremy Tucker: Death Trap dropping bombs! Rally trying to make the save, but Trap blocks a leg lariat attempt, and fights his way back up! QUICK KILL COMBO TAKES JACKSON DOWN! Death Trap with kicks to the ribs, using them to roll Jackson towards the edge.


Andrew Fulton: Thrust kick pushes Rally half off- I can’t watch! HANG ON RALLY!


Jeremy Tucker: Jackson hanging on for dear life! Death Trap shoving an elbow into Rally’s collarbone trying to force him off!


Andrew Fulton: TUXEDO MASK FROM BEHIND! YES! GOES FOR A TUXPLEX! NO! Damn it.


Jeremy Tucker: Death Trap knocks him off with a big elbow shot. Shoulderblock knocks Mask back... and Trap snaps off a BREAKDOWN, but Tux leapfrogs over it. Tuxedo with a kick of his own, Trap catches the foot! Tuxedo goes for an enziguri roundhouse kick, but Trap ducks it! Hangs onto the leg, and there’s a high angle anklelock.


Andrew Fulton: Tuxedo trying to roll out, but Death Trap side stepping mule kicks, and grabbing the other leg.


Jeremy Tucker: DEATH TRAP WITH A GIANT SWING! SENDS TUXEDO FLYING!!!!








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Jeremy Tucker: Tuxedo over the edge-


Andrew Fulton: YES! RALLY GRABBING TUX’S ANKLE AND PULLING HIM BACK IN WITH A SWING OF HIS OWN!


Jeremy Tucker: Rally Jackson saving Mask, and using the momentum to keep swinging him- trying to slam Death Trap with Tuxedo like he was a hammer!


#CLANG#


Andrew Fulton: Death Trap rolls out of the way, leaving only steel cage for vicious Tux shot!


#CLANG#


Jeremy Tucker: Undeterred, Jackson swings Tux again – again, Death Trap sidesteps the shot. Using a human being as a weapon isn’t as accurate as you’d think. Frustrated, The Golden God launches Sailor Moon’s Wet Dream at The Main Attraction for a makeshift plancha! ---ONLY DEATH TRAP CATCHES TUX AND TAKES HIM OVER WITH A T-BONE SUPLEX!


#CLANG#


Andrew Fulton: Before Trap can get off of Tux, Rally with another legdrop to the back of Trap’s head. Lifts him up with a bearhug into suplex!














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Andrew Fulton: JACKSON WITH A SORRY MISS JACKSON AND FOLLOWS THROUGH WITH AN I AM FOR REAL!!!!!! YES!! YES!!! YES!!!!!!!! AND- why did we just lose the close-up shot?










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Jeremy Tucker: Because that bloody, splintery, broken mess that is Radu Matei is slowly climbing up the signal feed cables to rejoin the match!


Andrew Fulton: He’s already been eliminated, just give up the goat, Ragu!


Jeremy Tucker: Death Trap is holding out, but as his face is rubbing into that steel scaffold, he’s busted open too. How much longer can he hang on for?


Andrew Fulton: Tuxedo Mask hits Trap with a Rosegarden piledriver!


Jeremy Tucker: The Society grabbing Death Trap by the tights, ready to throw him – no, Trap hangs onto the cage. There is just no quit in him!


Andrew Fulton: Rally noticing the cables moving, and Radu climbing up. Jackson in the corner, trying to yank off the camera or at least severe the feed cord! Hurry Rally!


Jeremy Tucker: Tuxedo Mask going for a second Rosegarden piledriver, but Trap with a single leg takedown, and another elbow shot. Trap going to town with brutal MMA strikes.


Andrew Fulton: RALLY YANKS THE CAMERA OFF THE CORNER POST, AND SENDS THE CABLES FALLING TO THE FLOOR!











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Jeremy Tucker: RADU MATEI CLUTCHING THE BOTTOM OF THE SCAFFOLD! HE’S NOT ON IT, BUT HE’S DANGLING FROM THE BOTTOM!


Andrew Fulton: He can barely stand up, good luck hanging on!


Jeremy Tucker: Camera in hand, Rally Jackson comes to Tuxedo’s aid, SMASHING THE OBJECT ACROSS DEATH TRAP’S HEAD! AND AGAIN! Even gushing blood, Death Trap still trying to choke Tuxedo out, but a THIRD BRUTAL HEADSHOT KNOCKS TRAP OUT!


Andrew Fulton: Trap is out cold. Tuxedo slowly shoving him off. The Society of the New Breed each with a fistful of tights, lifts, Tuxedo up – and here we go!











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Andrew Fulton: RALLY JACKSON AND TUXEDO MASK WITH A DOUBLE HIP TOSS SEND DEATH TRAP OVER THE EDGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
















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*MONSTER POP*







Jeremy Tucker: HANGING OFF THE SCAFFOLD, RADU MATEI CATCHES DEATH TRAP’S ARM, AND THROWS HIM BACK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!












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Andrew Fulton: WATCH OUT!!!!




Jeremy Tucker: Death Trap lands on the cage! Rally charges at him – closeline! No, Death Trap rolls under, and snaps off his shining wizard variation. Catches Tuxedo Mask on the chin with a BREAKDOWN! Enough force to knock Tuxedo back-









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#CRASH#





Andrew Fulton: NO!


Jeremy Tucker: Death Trap knocking Tuxedo Mask off the scaffold, and the former tag team champion send smashing through two tables on the outside! Paramedics racing to check on him!


Andrew Fulton: Poor Tux! That should have been Death Trap!


Jeremy Tucker: Rally Jackson bringing the camera down on Death Trap again. Now enraged, stomping over to the section of scaffold that Radu is hanging onto, stomping on those broken fingers – trying to knock Radu off for a third time!


Andrew Fulton: Radu already looks worse than we’ve ever seen him. Three scaffold drops? Come back from that you shambling corpse!


Jeremy Tucker: Matei is barely conscious, but hanging onto that cage even as Rally Jackson further breaks fingers under his heel. Death Trap starting to crawl over... so Jackson stomps over to meet him, bringing that camera down on Trap, again, and again, and again!


Andrew Fulton: You’ve got this Rally. Death Trap has been brained! He might not know the meaning of the word quit, but a few more shots to the head, and he won’t know a lot of other words.


Jeremy Tucker: Rally Jackson again calling for his-


*MEGA POP*


Andrew Fulton: Ugh.


Jeremy Tucker: Rally Jackson trying to point to the area of the audience he’s going to throw Death Trap, but finding Radu Matei standing there instead. Barely standing. Kind of swaying like he might just faint off the edge, but after an epic contest, Radu Matei is finally ON the scaffold.


Andrew Fulton: He’s already been eliminated get him out of here!


Jeremy Tucker: Match doesn’t end until both members are eliminated. Either Death Trap goes over or Rally does. Radu Matei reaching into his bloody stained coat to reveal? A banana?


Andrew Fulton: Well he was swinging on that scaffold like Donkey Kong.


Jeremy Tucker: Peels the banana, the inside is so pulped from the falls that he just gets rid of it. But with the banana peel – drops it on the edge of the scaffold, and points to it, like it’s Rally’s mark.


Andrew Fulton: People don’t slip on banana peels in real life! What does he think this is? A Keystone Cop movie or Mario Kart?


Jeremy Tucker: Just the kind of dangerous rib that Rally Jackson has been enamoured with as of late. From the look on his face, Rally isn’t laughing.


Andrew Fulton: THREE TIMES A CHARM, RALLY!


Jeremy Tucker: Swinging that heavy video camera as a weapon, Jackson charges the barely conscious Radu Matei!












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Andrew Fulton: BIG SWING!


Jeremy Tucker: DUCKED!


Andrew Fulton: NOOOOOOOO!


Jeremy Tucker: MATEI SHOOTS AN ARM IN, AND HITS THE- BED BUGS BITE!!!!!!











*SCAFFOLD SHAKING POP*











Jeremy Tucker: Rally Jackson is OUT! Matei now dragging him to the edge-


Andrew Fulton: I can’t watch!


Jeremy Tucker: But stops-


Andrew Fulton: I knew I could count on our 2019 and 2020 wrestlers of the year to put aside their differences and declare war on MCCW.


Jeremy Tucker: Matei carefully standing Rally Jackson upright, so that his left foot is standing on the banana peel.


Andrew Fulton: MOTHERFUC-


Jeremy Tucker: MATEI WITH A LIGHT SHOVE SO IT LOOKS LIKE JACKSON SLIPPED, THE BANANA PEEL FLYING UP IN THE AIR, WHILE JACKSON IS SENDING FLYING IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION!!!


















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#CRASH#














Andrew Fulton: This is total bullshit!


Jeremy Tucker: Radu Matei eliminates Rally Jackson, sending him crashing through three tables!


DING! DING!! DING!!!


Frank Salazar: THE SOCIETY OF THE NEW BREED HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED, SO THE WINNERS OF THIS MATCH-



“THE MAIN ATTRACTION”

DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEATH TRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND

“THE SACRIFICIAL IDOL”

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAADU MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATEI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


*MONSTER POP*


Jeremy Tucker: A super human effort by both Death Trap and Radu Matei put them over The Society of the New Breed in what is sure to be a New Year’s Nightmare to remember! They set out to teach Rally Jackson a lesson for his increasingly dangerous pranks – as The Golden God is currently wrapped around three broken tables, I wonder if he’s learned his lesson.


Andrew Fulton: I can guarantee this is a night that Rally will never forget, and if you thought he was mean spirited before, NOW HE HAS AN AXE TO GRIND!


Jeremy Tucker: Impossible to take anything away from these four competitors. Still it is Death Trap and Radu Matei that stand above the arena, the two men raising their arms in friendship and victory. Chants of Death Trap and Matei going up throughout the arena!


Andrew Fulton: Enjoy it while it lasts, from the state of him, I can’t see Matei having too many more of these in him – and at two moves, this was all Death Trap.


Jeremy Tucker: And with all of these brutal encounters, if this is the last time we see Radu Matei for awhile, has he closed this chapter of his history? Certainly, he’ll want to catch up with his masked assailant.


Andrew Fulton: Well he’ll have a lot of time to think on that mystery in the hospital, which is where these four will be heading.


Jeremy Tucker: Paramedics trying to wake up Rally Jackson who looks unconscious on the outside. From above, Deathless pulling a sack of bullet ants out of his breast pocket. Tossing the contents towards Jackson’s general direction. That gets signs of life.


Andrew Fulton: Matei will pay for that!


Jeremy Tucker: Radu Matei thanking Death Trap profusely for his help. Even with a broken hand, Matei raising Trap’s good arm up in the air for thunderous applause from the SWAT faithful. What a great moment. Fans, we’ll be right back.

[eddied]

(Eddie comes down to ringside and the crowd boo him all the way. Eddie struts at ringside seemingly enjoying every boo and jeer before hopping up onto the apron and entering the ring. Ring announcer Frank Salazar is in the ring waiting for Eddie, to ask him a couple a fan questions ahead of his bout.)

Frank Salazar: The Big Deal... The self-proclaimed enforcer of the KGB... Eddie D is here to answer a couple of questions ahead of his big match tonight against Jonnie "King of the Lions" Valentine.

EDDIE: Great to see you again Frankie. Proud to be here to represent SWAT. To represent the KGB and to represent all that is amazing about being in wrestling today. Living the dream Frankie. Living the dream.

Frank Salazar: I couldn't agree more and lets get this underway... This question comes from 9 year old Bruce McJackman in the crowd tonight.
"Dear Eddie. Isn't it great that the X-Crown Champion has come to SWAT for this huge event? Are you looking forward to watching the main event tonight?"

EDDIE: Well that's an interesting question Bruce, but I'm afraid you're probably not going to like my answer.
We have a huge shindig at the end of the year and we have an intruder in our main event. Crown or no crown. The guy’s not SWAT. That decision is about as popular as a fart in a space suit. It’s a slap to the face for the locker room and we shouldn’t take that lying down.


Frank Salazar: Well the KGB is in the event. If Armand could get the title on the line, surely he could get you in the tag match if he wanted…


EDDIE: Don’t put this back on Armand. Armand is only guilty of being ambitious and wanting to make SWAT great again. We’re being run card-to-card, seemingly by committee and we need strength at the top. The powers that be have set the card and they decided I wouldn’t be there. Don’t get me wrong. I am delighted that they’ve put me and Valentine in the ring together tonight, but for my money the fans would probably prefer that match as the main event. Valentine has mentioned a cage for the matchup, and I had no exception to that happening, but again the office seem to be all at sea and putting anti-KGb spin on things. I don’t want The Society running down any more than he wants to be put on his arse by HeHeHe and HaHaHa. The command and control at the top have made it look like I put the blockers on the cage.

Frank Salazar: Well your last match in a cage was in the XHF and that didn’t end well for you against Dylan Black. Do you feel the result would be any better against Valentine in a cage?

EDDIE: Obviously, the result would go better for me. Not because Valentine is inferior to Dylan Black, far from it, but because Dylan had the benefit of half a dozen other distractions to keep me from focussing on his scrawny arse last time out. Valentine and Eddie D in a cage is a delectable concept that would make any serious wrestling fan drool with anticipation.

Jonnie Valentine is not a King of the Lions. His “pride” are a bunch of failures that are less a cohesive team and more a collection of cartoon characters. Simba is about to get gelded on live TV and it will be as disturbing and as painful as that sounds.

And don’t forget… As seen on TV… MainEventEddie.com webstore is open for all your Eddie D merch needs at January Sale prices.


Frank Salazar: Ugly plug aside… We have another question. This next question comes from 10 year old Jackie O'Hogan and she says "Dear Eddie, El Combatiente is my favorite wrestler. El Combatiente has had good things to say about you and bad things to say about you… You joining the KGB is where he tells you off the most…
Why did you side with those bad men?"

EDDIE: Look Jackie… I'm glad you're concerned for me and my career, but your favorite wrestler has too much to say about things that don't concern him OK?
I can see why you'd like him. That little guy is the cutest little champion this Fed has seen in years, but he’s not a heavyweight and he’s about to lose his title tonight.
I know that Armand and Frostbite have a bag full of tricks that will guarantee victory tonight and even in the unlikely event of that not happening, Dylan is the sort of ruthless SOB to stab El Combatiente in the back to take that belt from him. It’s all set against him and if only he had made the same call that I did and join the KGB, well… he wouldn’t be in that hell sent handicap match of a main event, would he now.


Frank Salazar: Thank you Eddie D for your time... With your match up next… Do you have a message for this this great Melbourne crowd here tonight?


EDDIE: Well I would just say that perhaps in a country born from convicts they would better receive a renegade anarchist global bandit like me, but apparently not. With all the boos from this kangaroo riding, Fosters beer drinking, racist, uncouth surfer bum crowd I thought a handful of them could find it in their heart to cheer for THE big deal around here. I guess shrimps on the barbie for Christmas dinner, in constant mind-numbing heat, will affect your outlook and mindset. I spurn you all like the rabid dingoes that you are.


Frank Salazar: Did you just google Australian stereotypes and rag this crowd for no reason?


EDDIE: Frankie, I don’t need any googled fresh reasons to hate on a crowd that will boo me to the ring and boo me all the way back again no matter how hard I try to entertain and educate from this hallowed squared circle.

Frankie you're the best but ....

Melbourne Australia?!! SWAT Management!??

JONNIE “king of the lions” VALENTINE!!!!!!

BRING…. IT…. ON!!!


(Eddie throws out his arms for appreciation and all he gets is a wave of boos and jeers. Eddie tosses his mic respectfully to Frank Salazar and gestures out to the crowd mouthing "I told you so". Eddie smiles and steps through the ropes as the scene fades to black and into a commercial break.)

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Coming back from a commercial promoting the upcoming 2021 SWAT Rumble, we have Warren W. Webber center screen.

A sharp, black blazer bears the SWAT logo in red while a red button down pops with a black tie underneath. His hair is perfectly coiffed as he stands ready.

“Triple W, Warren W. Webber here backstage at the Rod Laver Arena at New Year’s Nightmare where we’ve had one hell of a night of intense SWAT action! Not least of which included Oxford Osland winning a ten man Battle Royal to gain himself the coveted final entry in the upcoming Rumble. Now Osland is no doubt busy celebrating his victory, but we were able to catch up with the runner up, SWAT Television Champion, Pequeno Dinosaurio. Welcome.”

Clearly a little annoyed at the introduction, the Television Championship shines on Dinosaurio’s shoulder as he nods his head entering from the right side of the screen. It stung, literally and figuratively…but it was true, he had been so close.

So close to securing that spot for himself. A spot that may have been his only chance at winning the Rumble itself and going after the true prize…The SWAT World Championship!

“Si si. It’s true that I probably cost myself that battle royal by taking my eye off the prize, but that match wasn’t for the big prize, now was it?” The inflection in the rookie’s voice changes, turning from disappointment to fire. “No! It was only to determine who comes in last. That’s all. As far as I’m concerned all this does is take away any excuses if Oxford Osland doesn’t win the Rumble, that’s all. So, sure. I lost the battle royal tonight, but there’s still the rumble…” there’s a light of realization as he speaks, a moment where he can seize this moment. Take his lesson tonight and learn to focus himself on the task at hand. “…there’s still a chance…”

Winning one of these matches was difficult at best under normal circumstances, in the case of Dinosaurio, at less than five and a half feet tall and barely one hundred and fifty pounds, getting to the final two should have been viewed as a victory.

“…so, I want to take this time to make it official Warren. Pequeno Dinosaurio WILL be in the Rumble and I’m going to do my damnest to make sure I’m there when the very last person comes out so I can show Mr. Osland how it feels to be runner up...personally!”

A quick smile from Warren turns serious as he turns up the heat hoping for a scoop. “Bold claim after the distraction from Psychotic Goth and your own lack of focus arguably cost you that coveted final spot! Does Goth’s involvement in your elimination mean we can expect a third match between you two?”

Smiling beneath his mask, Dinosaurio had inadvertently developed something of a friendly rivalry with the former Television Champion. Starting with his debut and continuing through his Television Championship win and now again tonight in the battle royal, it seemed wherever one went, the other lurked nearby.

It wasn’t lost on the young luchador either, rivalries were an integral part of the sport and though he had his sights set on the stars, he must work diligently to remain humble. Taking a breath, Dinosaurio looks down at the championship draped over his shoulder for just a second before staring down the camera, practically daring it to blink. “Never say never, SWAT management will decide if he gets a rematch for the Television Championship or not and I’m fine with whatever they decide, but right now I’m focused on avenging my performance here tonight Warren! I was so close!” Holding his thumb and forefinger millimeters apart, he uses any remaining disappointment to fuel himself forward. “But I’m still young and I’m still very early in my career, so I have a lot to learn. Though, now I’d say I’m a little smarter for my mistake, a little more dangerous. You can be sure I won’t repeat that error during the rumble! No matter what number I draw, this dinosaur is heading to the top of SWAT!”

Sensing his moment had passed, the Television Champion gives Warren a polite elbow bump before leaving the screen time to Triple W to sign off. He was only a few events into his career and had seen night and day from his first employer until now. Now, much like Warren was about to, he would put in the work.

“Well, that was SWAT Television Champion, Pequeno Dinosaurio who has just confirmed that he will be entering the upcoming Rumble match where of course, the winner receives a match against the reigning SWAT World Heavyweight Champion! Can the little dinosaur fly all the way to the top of the mountain to challenge fellow luchador El Combatiente? Will he even still be champion by then? What does Oxford Osland and his final spot in the rumble have to say about all this? Hopefully we can catch up with both the champion AND tonight’s battle royal winner! Backstage this has been Triple W, Warren W. Webber here at New Year’s Nightmare!”

Sending it back to ringside, Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton sit poised and ready for whatever chaos the rest of the night might bring.

[SWAT Team]

[Greg The Assistant is standing in the ring with Lanny Poffo. He motions for Frank Salazar to give him the microphone. ]

Greg, The Assistant: (deep ring announcer voice) "Hello ladies and gentleman, and welcome to The Rod Laver Arena in beautiful Melbourne, Australia!"

[The Australian crowd roars and starts singing an old cricket song, "Come on, Jonnie, Come On, Come On! Come on, Jonnie, Come On, Come On! Come on, Jonnie, Come On!" Greg waits for it to die down]

Greg, The Assistant: "Despite it's placement on the card, this is your main event of the evening. It is a Dog Collar Match, scheduled for one fall with a 60 minute time limit. Your referee is a man who's ex-wife will never take him back, and he just needs to move on with his life and let Scott be a better father to his kids than he could ever be."

[Referee Phil Weston becomes unglued, trying to get at Greg, the Assistant while Frank Salazar holds him back. Greg ignores him while Lanny Poffo shoos him away]

Greg, The Assistant: "Introducing first, Jonnie Valentine's personal poet, Lanny Poffo!"

[The fans cheer loudly and air horns go off as Lanny Poffo takes the mic. He reads his poem off of an index card taped to the back of a frisbee]

Lanny Poffo: "The time has come in Melbourne
To make Eddie's mouth shut
Time to separate the big dogs
From a lowly, mangy mutt

Eddie D is a follower
From The Crew, Trent Jones, to The KGB
Jonnie will use that chain on him
Till Eddie's trunks are soaked in pee

No bikes, no Goth Girl, no baseball bats
Not a single luxury
Jonnie will forgo his fork
A knife or any cutlery

So what do you do
with a dog that simply can't be tutored?
You slap a collar around his neck
and take him to the pound to get him neutered!"

[The Melbourne fans cheer wildly, and then start up the song Come on, Jonnie, Come On, Come On! Come on, Jonnie, Come On, Come On! Come on, Jonnie, Come On!" Then "MMMBop" by Hanson plays and the crowd leaps to their feet. "The King of the Lions" Jonnie Valentine jogs down to the ring with the dog collar in his hand. He slaps the hands of audience members who crane over the railing to touch him. He gives some hugs and does a full lap around the ring, slapping every hand extended]

Greg, The Assistant: "Now coming down to the ring, he is Palm Springs' Favorite Son, Standing 5 feet 10 inches tall; Weighing 234 pounds; He is a former SWAT World Heavyweight Champion, The President of Hardkore World, and a Founder Of This Thing We Do; He is The Undisputed Master of the Dog Collar Match...."THE KING OF THE LIONS...JONNIE VALENTINE!!!"

[The Rod Laver Arena roars as Jonnie Valentine does the double guns at them on the second turnbuckle. The audience starts singing "Come on, Jonnie, Come On, Come On! Come on, Jonnie, Come On, Come On! Come on, Jonnie, Come On!"]

Jeremy Tucker: I'm not sure a ring can contain the hate shared between the next two competitors.

Andrew Fulton: No, but a dog collar might. Jonnie Valentine and Eddie D are going to come as close to murder as they can. It's sure to be a bloodbath.

"Cave" by Muse plays and Eddie D stomps out to boos from the crowd. He raises both arms above his head, looking around at the crowd. Eddie enters the ring and glares at Jonnie, then taunts the crowd, he is only able to take a few steps forward before he's assaulted from behind. The dog collar chain enveloping his right arm, Valentine unrelentingly cracks Eddie in the head with punches and clubbing blows. Reacting in surprise, fans scream and chant for The King of the Lions.

Jeremy Tucker: Is he? Yup, Eddie D is already busted open.

Andrew Fulton: I called it, Jerry. Two coats couldn't help him, so the King of the Lions found something better. A chain! Jonnie is choking Eddie D out with the chain now as he collapses to his knees with Valentine on his back!

Jeremy Tucker: Connecting one collar to himself and the other collar to Eddie D, Jonnie Valentine starts trying to choke Eddie but eddie forces him off and gets to his feet, the two of them in a stare down. Both Jonnie and Eddie test the dog collar by pulling back with their necks. They then play tug of war with the chain. Eddie, being the stronger of the two, gets the better of them and flips Jonnie onto his back, Eddie approaches Jonnie methodically but Jonnie with a shot to the guy takes the wind out of Eddie and.forces him thru the ropes by punching him in the mid-section and in the lower back. Then running clotheslines him and flips over the ropes together with Eddie and the chain.

Andrew Fulton: At ringside, Jonnie picks up a chair and smashes it over the head of Eddie D as THE Big Deal's head is becoming a mess of crimson.

Jeremy Tucker: Searching under the ring for another weapon, Jonnie Valentine is oblivious to Eddie D's recovery as he stalks his prey. Valentine finds a trash can, pulling it out to use it only to get grabbed from behind and planted with a Full Nelson Bomb!

Andrew Fulton: Yelling at the top of his lungs as he gets to his feet, Eddie D savagely stomps the head and neck of Jonnie as he lies on the ground. Picking Mr. Hilarity up, Eddie harshly shoves him into the ring apron!

Jeremy Tucker: Jonnie stumbles into the waiting arms of Eddie who picks him up in a Bearhug! A tight grasp on his opponent, Eddie D drives Jonnie back into the ring apron repeatedly as Valentine struggles to get free.

Andrew Fulton: Bearhug still clasped tightly, Eddie walks away from the ring apron, taking a running start until he ends the sprint by colliding into the corner of the ring post. That's one ugly sandwich with Valentine as the meat in the middle!

Jeremy Tucker: The former SWAT Renegade Champion has taken control and is going to be hard to stop! Collecting Jonnie, Eddie props him against the post, snapping jabs at his face and closed fists at Valentine's exposed mid-section. Doubled over, Valentine is snatched, flipped upside down and body slammed on the thinly padded concrete floor by Eddie D!

Andrew Fulton: I didn't know Eddie D was a licensed chiropractic, because Jonnie definitely just had his spine adjusted!

Jeremy Tucker: Intending to punish Valentine more, Eddie scoops him up and aims to chuck Jonnie over the barricade! Wiggling off of Eddie D's shoulders at the last moment, The Man of a Million Nicknames charges Eddie into the barricade!

Andrew Fulton: Ouch! That was an awful sound. Jonnie wraps the chain around his fist and punches Eddie, Jonnie then snapmares Eddie by the dog collar and the chain Turning Eddie around, Valentine loops part of the chain that connects them around The Big Deal's head and neck, then drops him on the crown of his head with a Single Arm Spike DDT!

Jeremy Tucker: Jonnie wraps the chain around Eddie's eye's and clamps down on his head with the chain wrapped around it, Fistdrop with the chain wrapped around his fist. Both men get to their feet, Jonnie sticks his knee into Eddie's back and wraps the chain around his mouth, then pulls back, Eddie is still wrapped up in chain as Valentine gets him in a 3/4 Nelson! Giving himself enough space, he runs up the ring apron, the middle rope, and... Backflips into a Neckbreaker!

Andrew Fulton: Wait a second, Jonnie isn't finished, he's transitioned into a Rear Naked Choke! Eddie fights for air as Valentine chokes it out of him using his strength and the support of the chain coiled around Eddie's neck!

Jeremy Tucker: Gross! Bits of blood have begun to clot and fall off of the gashes on Eddie caused by Valentine earlier! It's a mess! DNA is everywhere, flowing from The Big Deal and all over Jonnie's upper body!

Andrew Fulton: Suck it up, Jerry! This wasn't going to be a tea party. These men can't stand each other and they're showing it in buckets. Buckets of blood!

Jeremy Tucker: Letting go of the chokehold, Jonnie whips Eddie several times with the chain and beckons him to follow as Valentine leads The Big Deal by his blood soaked head. The two climb over the barricade, making their way up into the crowd!

Andrew Fulton: Is this breaking safety protocol??

Jeremy Tucker: I'm not sure, Fulton!!

Andrew Fulton: A fan hands a full cup of beer to Jonnie and it's immediately used as a weapon to hit Eddie in the head! The spray of alcohol hits both wrestlers as well as several fans who absolutely love it! The fans are of course wearing masks and distanced!

Jeremy Tucker: Valentine jaw jacks too long at the fans and it costs him as Eddie D takes advantage and kneelifts the arrogance right out! Taking Jonnie in a front facelock, Eddie carefully guides them back down the several flights of stairs they went up.

Andrew Fulton: Back at the barricade, Eddie clubs the back of Valentine to soften him up then lifts The King of the Lions vertical. Waiting just long enough to demonstrate his unthinkable power, The Big Deal launches Jonnie over the barricade with a Release Vertical Suplex!

Jeremy Tucker: Climbing over to meet Jonnie, Eddie picks Valentine up and press lifts him into the ring through the ropes! Joining his opponent, Eddie D slides in under the bottom rope!

Andrew Fulton: We're finally in the ring! Both men look like that have been thru a war but in essence, we are just getting started.

Jeremy Tucker: Getting on top of the fallen Valentine, The Big Deal grabs a length of the chain and grinds it into the face of Jonnie as he screams and flails!

Andrew Fulton: Determined, Eddie D hammers the point of his elbow into Jonnie's head and after a half dozen shots or so Valentine shares the same crimson look Eddie D has been sporting!

Jeremy Tucker: Are we watching a wrestling match anymore? We haven't seen a single pinfall attempt as of yet. These two are going to kill each other!

Andrew Fulton: Hopefully there's plenty of bleach to clean the stains if that happens, Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker: Pulled to a standing position, Valentine is knocked over due to a Running Shoulder Block from Eddie D!

Andrew Fulton: He's picked him up again, barely able to stand, Valentine isn't on his feet more than a couple seconds as Eddie D knocks him flat on his back with another Running Shoulder Block!

Jeremy Tucker: Looking up at the lights, Jonnie tries in vain to wipe away the curtain of blood in his eyes! The Big Deal is toying with his opponent! A third time Jonnie is hauled up and flattened!

Andrew Fulton: You asked for it, Jerry, and there it is! A lackadaisical cover from Eddie D!

ONE!!!


TWO!!!


KICKOUT!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Jonnie Valentine is still in this! Thrusting his shoulder up, The King of the Lions rebuffs that attempt to end the match!

Andrew Fulton: Gathering Jonnie Valentine, Eddie D throws him through the ropes and to the outside right on top of the trash can he picked up earlier! Crushed under the impact of his fall, Valentine rolls off of the bent and broken trash receptacle!

Jeremy Tucker: Using the chain to pull Jonnie to his feet, Eddie D influences Valentine to get onto the ring apron. Looking to bring Valentine back into the ring, Eddie is caught off guard as Jonnie clenches the sides of his head and pulls him down throat first on the top rope!

Andrew Fulton: Still on the ring apron, Jonnie uses both hands to pull on the top rope to slingshot himself inside and pulls Eddie D into a Sunset Flip!

ONE!!!


TWO!!!


KICKOUT!!!

Jeremy Tucker: It's hard to say whether we'd be where we're at if it weren't for Eddie D initially costing Jonnie his world title shot. And then Valentine distracting The Big Deal allowing Keith Williams to claim the SWAT Renegade Championship. Why did it come to this?

Andrew Fulton: Why ask why? We're witnessing an amazing match and you want to focus on hypotheticals! Don't be a buzzkill, enjoy the carnage!

Jeremy Tucker: Some of us don't have the appetite for slaughter that you do, Fulton

Andrew Fulton: Oh well, more for me!

Jeremy Tucker: Cries of pain muffled behind chain circled around his face, Eddie D's body is manipulated into a Stretch Plum submission that Valentine torques into an unbelievable angle!

Andrew Fulton: If he wrenches him any further, Valentine might pop Eddie D's head clean off!

Jeremy Tucker: The referee, Phil Weston, closely checks to make sure Eddie submit. Standing close, the official can only watch as Jonnie continues to stretch The Big Deal using the dog collar chain to help him.

Andrew Fulton: Will Eddie D give up? Or will he pass out? Eddie has lost a lot of blood!

Jeremy Tucker: The same can be said for Jonnie Valentine, he's gushing as he strains to put more pressure into the submission. Valentine has had this applied for a while!

Andrew Fulton: Letting go, Jonnie Valentine leaves Eddie D on his knees. Wrapping the chain around his arm, The King of the Lions bounces off the ropes and plows into Eddie D as stiff as he can with a lariat! Budging slightly, The Big Deal remains kneeling! Spitting a mouthful of blood at Valentine, Eddie calls Jonnie a bitch and dares his opponent to do it again!

Jeremy Tucker: Obliging Eddie's wish, Valentine builds momentum off of the ropes a second time and obliterates The Big Deal's skull with another lariat that steamrolls Eddie D to the canvas.

Andrew Fulton: Slumping on top of The Big Deal after the tremendous effort, Jonnie Valentine pins the shoulders of Eddie D to the mat.

ONE!!!


TWO!!!


THREE???!!!


NO!!! EDDIE D KICKS OUT!

Jeremy Tucker: Both men are nearly unrecognizable from the crimson masks they wear and the swelling!

Andrew Fulton: Rolling off of Eddie D, Valentine slaps himself in the face to get hyped up as The Big Deal starts to stand. Getting behind his opponent, Jonnie goes for the Kyoto Clutch! He's looking to finish this, Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker: Almost cinching the submission in, Valentine is prevented from doing so and tossed on his back by Eddie D who muscles his opponent over!

Andrew Fulton: Jonnie scrambles to get up to meet Eddie D who promptly rocks him with a series of Forearm Smashes! Stunned, Valentine can't block... HEADACHE FROM HELL!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Jonnie's flopping around like a fish out of water! Eddie has to fight to flip over the limp body of Jonnie Valentine after delivering his finisher! There's a pin! This could be it!

ONE!!!


TWO!!!


TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!!!


JONNIE VALENTINE KICKS OUT!!!

Andrew Fulton: What will it take?! They've done everything they can to win!

Jeremy Tucker: I'm scared of the cruelty to come.

Andrew Fulton: Eddie D drags Jonnie Valentine to his feet and kicks him in the stomach, is he? I think he is! The Big Deal is going for back-to-back Headache From Hells!

Jeremy Tucker: The King of the Lions rakes the eyes of Eddie D as he goes to apply the 3/4 Facelock! Fist wrapped in chain, Valentine uppercuts the groin of The Big Deal! Jonnie pulls Eddie by the chain into a Picture Perfect Dropkick. Acting quickly, Jonnie tangles Eddie in the chain and slowly pulls him into a Backslide pin!

ONE!!!


TWO!!!


THREE!!!

Andrew Fulton: He's done it! Jonnie's won! Jonnie beat Eddie D!

Frank Salazar: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match via pinfall... "THE KING OF THE LIONS" JONNIEEEEEEEE VALLLLLLEENNNNNNNNTINEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: What a gruesome encounter and a disappointing loss for Eddie D. I hope this settles whatever grudge they have, but I doubt this is over.

Andrew Fulton: You're probably right about that. I don't see Eddie D letting what happened tonight be the end.

[edwarddubin0604]

(The tron shows a scene with a huge yacht off the coast and the camera pans in fading shots to the deck of the yacht and a figure is sunning herself on the deck sipping a cool drink wearing shades. The figure turns out to be CEO Angela wearing a bikini and flip flops occasionally looking at papers as a crew member gives her a light snack. She turns towards the camera with a sly smile on her face.)

CEO Angela: "You know Armand you must have taken too many hits from Death Trap in J-ROK's Barefoot Tacks Match or whatever it was called, because
I just heard you say I was prattling on and on and on and issue a challenge to me. Now correct me if I'm wrong Armand but I thought in the previous show that you were going to ignore me, the Fairtex's and so forth."

(She takes a bite of her snack savoring every bit of it.)

CEO Angela: "Yet you just accused me of prattling on and so forth. Then you issue a challenge that I name a champion to face you for control of SWAT stock that we both own. Now I ask you Armand if you are trying to desperately bluff me. If it is a bluff I'll just brush it off and being that I'm a realist. You really mean this sooooooo......."

(She removes her shades and looks into the camera a serious look on her face.)

CEO Angela: "I accept the challenge but I'm not going to name a champion....Yet. You see I want to choose someone worthy to kick your ass allover the place. Now knowing that you probably are going to need plenty of assistance from your clown act, Gabriel Tuck and the other members of the KGB. Yes I know you are quite desperate because of the stakes involved. So in lieu of this interesting announcement you made."

(She takes a sip of her drink sighing with satisfaction.)

CEO Angela: "Now how about we sweeten the pot a wee bit to make things interesting. You also put up twenty-five million dollars which is what I paid out for the ill-fated XWCW and then cool one million dollars Soutter paid to get Bruno out of his contract."

(She takes another bite of her snack.)

CEO Angela: "Now there are conditions that must be met though I know you'll either refuse being you could care less about rules and desperate to control SWAT. Now the first condition is that there is no outside interference from anyone and I mean ANYONE! That includes The KGB, your clowns including their handler Gabriel Tuck."

(She glares into the camera.)

CEO Angela: "Knowing you Armand you can't be trusted with that being you'll need assistance from anyone desperate for a few bucks and a promised championship shot."

(Angela continues to glare into the camera.)

CEO Angela: "Now another thing to ensure nobody tries to make off with our stock. I want someone to keep it in trust during the match since you'll do anything to acquire it win or lose and we can't let that happen now can we. Oh and another condition you made the challenge and you step into the ring to face my choice and you alone. No clowns, no Gabriel tuck or anyone else or you forfeit the match and the stock. Seeing hat you did in your J-ROK Match with Death Trap. I know you will try to pull that stunt again."

(She takes another sip of her cool drink.)

CEO Angela: "Of course if you want to save face you can purchase my shares for that cool twenty-five million. Then I'll just go away, but I shall have a say in SWAT matters stock or no stock or if not me Soutter will have a say in all SWAT matters. Of course I could also have both Soutter and Frostbite making decisions together being he vowed to burn SWAT down. This will save him the trouble being they'll make the others lives a living hell. Of course Frostbite won't be able to wrestle or put himself in matches and neither can Soutter either. Oh and Armand you won't have any say in the matter either. Quite an offer don't you think Armand."

(She smiles.)

CEO Angela: "Oh and I still have an iron clad contract to supply SWAT with merchandise. Sorry Larry the Merchant Guy you charge too much for Jonnie's merchandise and kept too much of the profits from him. So that can't be broken or renegotiated. Oh and I'll also take my time when it comes to choosing who I want to face you in the ring. So don't try to claim I'm prattling or scared. Don't try to make excuses either Armand since I gave you my answer and I expect you to do in kind."

(The ringsiders roar and chant her name as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[vastrix]

In the back of the arena where the medical rooms are. Eddie D lays in a bed. The onsite Doctor has cleaned him up and bandaged him in preparation for transport to the local hospital for further observation and care. A nurse sits by him, ready in case the Society of the New Breed have enough members left uninjured to come and finish the job.

She perks up when she detects the scent of smoke in the air. She gets to the edge of her seat, ready to sound an alarm. She gasps when Armand von Krauss walks into the room, smoking his iconic Egyptian cigarette. He walks into the room with a cruel grin as she regards the nurse.

Armand von Krauss: There’s not enough strength left in the Society of the New Breed to attack anyone, young lady. It is fine.

The nurse stands up, still putting herself between Armand and Eddie D as if she were protecting him.

Nurse: Eddie is unconscious and unable to speak on anything right now, Armand.

Armand flicks ashes onto the floor with a sneer.

Armand von Krauss: I will have words with him if he is awake or not. He will simply have to absorb the info given to him or watch the tape when he wakes up.

The nurse puffs up her chest to try to make herself seem bigger or more important.

Nurse: Then what you have to say can be said behind closed doors away from Eddie. I need you to leave before I call security!

Armand raises an eyebrow, blowing smoke into the nurse’s face. She coughs, nearly doubling over. When she stands back up and her vision is clear again, she sees that Hehehe and Hahaha have slipped into the room.

Seeing the ghastly clown twins seems to have drained the courage out of the nurse. She backs up away from the trio, placing her hand on Eddie’s leg.

Nurse: You can’t threaten me...you...you don’t scare me.

Armand von Krauss: You need to leave or else my friends here will have fun with you.

The nurse swallows hard, looking to the twins as they giggle murderously.

Nurse: I will be back!

The nurse runs from the room, giving out a quick scream as Hahaha playfully lunges at her.

Armand von Krauss walks over to Eddie D’s form as he lays in the hospital bed.

Armand von Krauss: You were meant to defeat the leader of the Society of the New Breed. You were meant to crush him so that the morale of their little group would be shattered forever. You failed in that. You failed me.

Armand looks down at the unconscious Eddie D as if expecting him to just suddenly wake up, but after his ordeal against Jonnie Valentine, he does not simply wake up. Armand coldly looks down at him, flicking ashes onto his chest to no effect.

Armand von Krauss: What am I to do with you? I don’t know if I can really just let this failure go. It makes me look weak as a leader. It makes us all look weak as a band of brothers. Hehehe, hahaha. You two know what must be done.

Hehehe and Hahaha giggle horribly as they slip on brass knuckles that say PIE. Eddie opens his eyes to see Armand standing over him.

Eddie D: Armand? What’s happening?

Armand drops his cigarette butt onto the floor and crushes it out.

Armand von Krauss: If you wake up again, you will know what was said.

Armand turns around and walks from the room as Hehehe and Hahaha walk up with their brass knuckles and the widest grins ever.

Hehehe: This is going to hurt.

Hahaha: This is going to hurt a lot.

[vastrix]

“Circus Apocalypse” by Vermillion Lies begins playing as Armand von Krauss walks out from the back. The crowd turn on him in an instant, booing at him. Armand grins at their hatred, soaking it up like it were the very fuel that he runs upon. He takes an Egyptian cigarette out of his golden case and puts it to his lips, lighting it with a zippo.

Jeremy Tucker: Wasn’t he just on camera back with Eddie D and leaving the clowns to beat Eddie up? What could he want now?

Andrew Fulton: Maybe once he gets down to the ring he will let us know what it is that he wants. You think?

Jeremy Tucker: That’s entirely possible.

Andrew Fulton: Be respectful to the man working to become sole owner of SWAT. He has big plans for us, or so I’ve heard.

Armand pockets his zippo and his golden cigarette case, walking down to the ring. He looks around at the booing crowd with a cold grin, wanting for them to quiet down so that he can speak.

Jeremy Tucker: Armand told the twins to pound on Eddie in punishment for his loss to Jonnie. It’s horrible!

Andrew Fulton: Maybe Eddie should think about not losing next time and this kind of thing wouldn’t happen. Ya think?

Once the crowd quiets down and Armand is handed a microphone, he blows smoke into the air before he begins to speak.

Armand von Krauss: It seems that Angela is not so confident in her ability to pick a winning champion against me. She is willing to throw restriction after restriction upon me before a match is even agreed to. She is afraid that I will do what I did in Japan to her champion. Nothing was on the line when it came to Death Trap, my dear. Something is most certainly on the line when I face your champion in the ring...or do I simply pay you off? I suppose gaining millions of dollars is so much easier than losing a match. Do I take the easy way or the hard way?

Jeremy Tucker: The crowd is saying for him to take the hard way. They want to see a wrestling match!

Andrew Fulton: Yeah, but you never know what kind of tricks that Angela will come up with to try to win the match.

Jeremy Tucker: I would think that Angela would be the one that would be honorable in this equation.

Andrew Fulton: And you think that Armand would be the one to try to sneak out of playing by the rules? How dare you, sir!

Armand von Krauss: I think that if I don’t have to pay anything that this would be the better route. I will face your champion in the ring without any help from my people. I will defeat your champion and take your stock. Let me be clear, Angela. When I take your stock, I will take away your ability to have any say in SWAT matters. No shares, no say.

Jeremy Tucker: What about her investments in SWAT merchandising? Can he take that away too?

Andrew Fulton: Will you let the man speak?

Armand von Krauss: Now as to your rights to produce merchandise for SWAT? I could care less as it doesn’t really affect the day to day operations of the company. People buy Larry’s merchandise anyway. I don’t know what numbers you’ve been fed.

Jeremy Tucker[/]: Real numbers? Larry’s stuff is kind of pricey.

Andrew Fulton: Yeah, but Angela’s stuff isn’t the best of quality even if it is cheaper. You get what you pay for.

Armand von Krauss: Angela, what will yu do when you have no say in the future of SWAT? When your merchandise sales dwindle to nothing?Will you reach out to me for a hand out? Will you sell yourself just so you can survive day by day? Just know that I am married. I don’t play those games. Choose your champion well, Angela. I will see that person crushed.

“Circus Apopalypse” by Vermillion Lies begins again as Armand flicks his cigarette butt into the crowd and begins to make his way to the back.

Jeremy Tucker[/]: So isn’t Armand going to be way overbooked at the next show?

Andrew Fulton: He’s the boss.

[Kyle]

Being attended to by a physician, a bloody yet victorious Keith Williams receives stitches along his forehead while accompanied by cohort, "Unbelievable" Oxford Osland. Having come straight to the back for medical attention, The Paragon of Sleaze still has on his soiled wrestling gear. Traces of the brutal battle with Linda La Fey all over his body.

Clutching the SWAT Universal Sin Championship to his chest as he's getting stitched up, Williams feels the need to gloat.

Keith Williams: "This."

Slapping the middle plate of the title he's holding, Keith stares into the lens behind a bloodstained face. Crusty bits of gore stuck in his mustache that haven't been washed away.

Keith Williams: "This is what makes me better than you, Linda."

Admiring the gleam of his gold, The Ultimate Kingpin looks down at it as the doctor struggles to finish. Blood drips freely from his head onto the belt. Looking back up, Keith begins to tenderly rub the SWAT Universal Sin Championship.

Keith Williams: "You danced with the devil in the pale moonlight and you lost. There's no shame in that. The ReVenants are number one in professional wrestling; that means any person that's living or breathing is number two. It's incredibly hard for us to be humble when we're as great as we are."

Smacking Oxford on the chest playfully, Williams remarks about his luck tonight.

Keith Williams: "Winner of the battle royal and last entrant at No Man’s Land’s Royal Rumble! You really splatted that dino dude!"

Osland smirks, only offering a faint shrug out of total apathy over the manhandling Pequeño Dinosaurio went through. The adrenaline starting to wear off, Keith becomes disgruntled at a sudden tug from the doc.

Keith Williams: "Fuck!!"

The scene draws to a close as Osland and Williams glare together at the quack stitching Keith up, assessing the pros and cons of leaving a bad review using their fists.

[frostbite]

Our cameras are standing outside of the dressing room of the reigning and defending SWAT World Champion, El Combatiente and his manager Javier. Why do we know that well it says it on the white door in green letters you moron. However someone who has there back to the camera as they are wearing a blue baseball cap on backwards. They approach the champ's door as they are about to turn the door knob as they look up and down the hall, as they turn the knob and quickly step into the dressing room. We see that it is empty the champion and his manager are nowhere to be found as our camera are solely this person feet as they have on blue boots. As our camera move up this person body we see that they are wearing long blue tights. They continue to follow this person around as if they are looking for something maybe they are looking for the champ or Javier but they appear not to be around. The cameras continue to follow this person around until they stop right in the middle of the dressing room right at a rather large brown desk with a huge mirror to just about match the size of the desk. But what is right in the middle of the table is the SWAT World title.

Voice.. Ah there is my baby.

The cameras zoom upwards to see this person is wearing a blue tee shirt and has short blonde hair. Our cameras zoom in we see that it is Frostbite.

Frostbite.. I know I would find you in here. I see you are left alone. You see love this is how you get treated by all the others that have fooled around on you. I would never do such a thing. You would be my world. You would be number one in my heart. Nobody would take your place.

Frostbite reaches behind him as he pulls out a dozen of roses from behind his back. He places them on the table right next to the title.

Frostbite.. This is for you love. I bet the others never bought you any gifts. You see I care for you, these are men that you have parade around with treat you like crap, I would give you the World.

Frostbite reaches behind his back once again as he pulls out a blue blanket as he wraps it around the title.

Frostbite.. You are cold my love? You see this is what I am trying to tell you. I would bring you gifts, I would keep you warm on those long winter nights. You come with me, you would have the finer things in life. These men have never kept there promises to you but I would.

Frostbite drops to his knees and with a sad look in his blue eyes, gazes upon the title as if he is begging it.

Frostbite.. Please baby. Why do you torture me like this? We were meant to be together. What do I have to do to win you over love? What must I do?

He leans in toward the title as if it was really talking to him.

Frostbite.. I have told the world I will burn this place to the ground if you do not leave with me tonight. It is price that must be paid. I hope you understand, this is all for you. I am not leaving this arena without in my arms.

Please... Come with me.

Frostbite hears something as if someone is turning the door knob.

Frostbite.. Think about my offer love.

Frostbite jumps to his feet as he races away and right out the back door to the dressing room.

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : We’re here folks. The main event. The SWAT World Champion El Combatiente. The X-Crown Champion Dylan Black. Armand Von Krauss and Frostbite our SWAT World Tag Team Champions all in one electrifying matchup. The hatred that has festering between Dylan, El Combatiente and the KGB comes to head tonight.

Andrew Fulton : Plus all the fun that comes with a Four Corner Tag Match!

Jeremy Tucker : For the fans at home, that may need some clarification on the stipulations of a match like this…

Andrew Fulton : What sort of an idiot needs a reminder on a self-explanatory match like that Jerry?

Jeremy Tucker : Well we’re not all grizzled commentators like you Andrew. Some of the folks at home might appreciate a refresher…

Andrew Fulton : *Huge sigh*The wrestlers walk in with whatever allegiances they may have forged, two random guys start the match… after that anyone can tag in anyone. Only the legal men can compete for the pinfall or submission that will decide this one fall encounter. In my SWAT experience referees have always struggled to have their eyes in four places at once so there could be a cavalcade of chaos going on outside the ring that the official will probably have to let slide… but you can’t get the tag if you’re not in your own corner.

Jeremy Tucker : And that gives this matchup some extra spice because the SWAT World Championship can change hands if El Combatiente or any other combatant is pinned or submits tonight.

The KGB intro and music begins playing as Armand von Krauss and Frostbite walks out from the back. Armand looks around at the crowd with an arrogant smirk before lighting up an Egyptian cigarette. He walks down to the ring while smoking his cigarette, soaking in the boos from the crowd. Frostbite follows on behind, brooding with barely contained hostility towards the booing fans. Once Armand gets down to the ring, he flicks the cigarette butt into the crowd. Frostbite and Armand are head to head sharing a few last minute strategies at ringside and appear to be picking their corners. Armand steps through the ropes and leans in his corner and Frostbite takes the corner diagonally opposite. Frostbite paces his corner intense and hyped for the encounter.

Frank Salazar : Hailing from Boulder, Colorado and Cologne, Germany. Coming in at a combined weight of 470 pounds ARMAND VON KRAUSS! …The Cold Hearted Bastard .... FROSTBITE! …Tonight they are TEEEEEAM K… …G… …B!!!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Team KGB ready for this one. The backstage shenanigans to get the belt on the line have been successful. Will we see conflict between Frostbite and Armand tonight if there’s a bum fight to get that title deciding pinfall?

Andrew Fulton : They seemed like a sneaky, clinical team to me when they won the Tag Titles. I would be more worried about Dylan and ELC facing off…

Jeremy Tucker : They’re tag partners, fellow Champions, firm friends…

Andrew Fulton : Yeah, …and proud men; professional ambitious wrestlers that won’t expect or give quarter if there’s a title on the line. You can’t expect any scruples from these XHF types.

Jeremy Tucker : That’s no way to talk about our X-Crown Champion guest.

Andrew Fulton : I didn’t invite him…

"Blood, Tears, Dust" by Lacuna Coil hits the sound system, and there is an eruption of boos. He stands atop the stage, slowly raising his hands to taunt the crowd. A flash of light illuminates the stage as the rest of the arena is cast in darkness. Almost as if the very gods themselves are announcing his arrival. He makes his way down the ring, sliding in and leaning against the ropes as he awaits his partner.

Frank Salazar : Now entering the ring, hailing from Boston Massachusetts. He weighed in tonight at 218 pounds. He is the current XHF X*Crown Champion, "THE MESSIAH OF MAYHEM" DYYYYYYYYLAN BLAAAAAACK!

Jeremy Tucker : Dylan has had plenty to say in the run in to this match up and the hype train is packed and drawing into the station. Last stop… New Year’s Nightmare...

Andrew Fulton : That was appalling Jerry. Metaphors Express owe you a credit note for that damp fart of a zinger.

The opening of the TuPac’s “To Live and Die in LA” hits the pa system and El Combatiente walks out onto the stage. El Combatiente is soaking up the surroundings until he breaks into a full sprint for the ring and slides in. El Combatiente gives Dylan Black a respectful nod and stretches in the ring preparing for the match to begin.

Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from South Los Angeles, CA. Coming in at 5’9 and 219 pounds .... YOUR SWAT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!! EL COMBATIENTE!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Where’s Javier?

Andrew Fulton : Where’s the hearty handshake with his tag partner? I guess the KGB didn’t start with a kiss and a hug either?

Jeremy Tucker : El Combatiente has grown match to match here in SWAT and perhaps he’s developing into a no-nonsense, business is business attitude. I guess you need that attitude if you are going to stay World Champ these days. Maybe the officials wanted no managers or stablemates out here to try and cap that particular volcano?

Andrew Fulton : There’s a lot of ‘perhaps’, ‘I guess’ and ‘maybe’ in that supposition, but we’ll run with that guestimate for now.

El Combatiente and Frostbite seem to have won the coin toss back stage and we have our starting combatants. The bell has rung and we are underway…

Jeremy Tucker : El Combatiente and Frostbite circle in the ring… They lock up… Frostbite locks El Combatiente into a side headlock… El Combatiente walks Frostbite into the ropes… Frostbite releases the headlock… El Combatiente rakes Frostbite’s eyes and Irish whips him across the ring… El Combatiente drops his head mid-ring to elevate Frostbite over… Frostbite manages to slam on the breaks half-blinded by the rake… grabs El Combatiente by the head… HELL FROZE OVER!!!!! ( Flip over piledriver following up with a hard knee to the face)

Andrew Fulton : This early?! That’s crazy… And Frostbite covers…

… … …1

… … …2

… And Dylan Black gets in there and has to make the save!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Referee Steve Mahoney is angered by Black’s arrival and demands that he leave… Black gets back to his corner but seems stunned that El Combatiente didn’t look like he was going to be able to kick out of that pinfall so early…

Andrew Fulton : Frostbite drags up El Combatiente to his feet.. El Combatiente pushes Frostbite away… El Combatiente throws a haymaker but Frostbite ducks it and steps in behind him… launches El Combatiente skyward with a Release German Suplex! … and then Frostbite with the follow up as El Combatiente rolls straight back to his feet?! REBECCA PLUNGE!!!!! (Release German Suplex followed up with a super kick)… And Frostbite covers…

… … …1

… … …2

… … And Dylan Black gets in there and has to make the save again!

Jeremy Tucker : Armand has raced across and begins to lay into Black with some swift punches… Black fends off the worst of the blows and comes back with a huge chop of his own… The referee is demanding they leave but it’s falling on deaf ears… Armand and Black exchange blows until Dylan takes charge and locks Armand in a headlock… Frostbite drop kicks Dylan Black… Black falls through the ropes under the impact and drags Armand with him out to the arena floor…

Andrew Fulton : Frostbite crosses back to El Combatiente stunned in the middle of the ring… Frostbite grabs El Combatiente and raises him into the vertical… THE SNOWSTORM!!!!! (a front brainbuster)… Frostbite covers… We have a new champion folks… We must have…

… … …1

… … …2

… … …3!!!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : I can’t believe it… El Combatiente has just lost his SWAT World Title and this main event is over.

Andrew Fulton : I have never seen Frostbite that dominant or El Combatiente that out classed… Look at Armand and Frostbite… delighted at the result and the bell has rung… The crowd are booing and jeering and feel cheated somehow… Hey, this ain’t a movie, we don’t promise a run time… If one guy pins another guy fast that’s just what happens… It didn’t look this one-sided on paper or in the teams’ form headed into this one…

[Frostbite has the World title, he is on the turnbuckle holding it up for all to see, thrilled. He mission complete as the KGB Theme blares thru the Rod Laver arena.]

Jeremy Tucker : Hang on?!! The cameras have picked up a masked wrestler causing a commotion in the crowd… It’s El Combatiente??! He appears to be walking through the crowd headed for the ring?!! …Javier is right behind him… El Combatiente has blood streaming from under his mask and Javier has an ugly black eye developing… What do you make of this?

Andrew Fulton : Dylan Black has seen all this unfold on the big screens and has dragged his “tag partner” out of the ring by the boot… He pulls off the El Combatiente mask and…. IT’S GABRIEL TUCK!!!

Jeremy Tucker : That KGB Stooge has been wrestling as El Combatiente all along? Dylan Black slaps Gabriel across the face and it spins him half around… Dylan Black leaps? … HEADSTRONG!!! On the outside!!! – (Poisonrana) …Gabriel isn’t moving… Frostbite and Armand dash out to his aid and Dylan backs off to greet El Combatiente and Javier as they reach the guard rail… All three men start arguing with the referee Steve Mahoney and security who are confused as to what’s going on…

Andrew Fulton : The producer is going nuts in my ear… It looks like Frostbite’s reign is going to be short lived… We’re about to get an announcement folks

[Referee Steve Mahoney goes over and starts barking instructions at Frank Salazar.]

Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentleman, I have been informed, that this match will be RESTARTED!!!!

The bell is rung and an enraged El Combatiente hops over the rail… Armand and Frostbite are arguing with the time keeper and the referee but it soon becomes clear that they’re not going to win the argument… Armand gets back to his corner as Black shows concern for El Combatiente’s head wound but El Combatiente plays it down… Frostbite returns to the ring and beckons for El Combatiente to get in the ring.)

Jeremy Tucker : The funny piece for me is that Gabriel Tuck went through that whole brutal beating only for the plan not to have worked.

Andrew Fulton : Not to mention probably having to diet all through Thanksgiving, hanukkah and Christmas to pass as El Combatiente, which in fairness he did fairly well. I knew it wasn’t him though, could just tell.

Jeremy Tucker : Yeah, right. Looking at him limp up the ramp under a hail of boos now, I am surprised how easily he fooled us just by wearing the right ring attire.

Andrew Fulton : Fooled you you mean Jerry. El Combatiente has entered the ring and the atmosphere is electric. Now we truly have a match up.

Jeremy Tucker : El Combatiente and Frostbite circle in the ring… They lock up… Frostbite locks El Combatiente into a side headlock… El Combatiente walks Frostbite into the ropes… Frostbite releases the headlock… El Combatiente snap jabs Frostbite to the guts and Irish whips him across the ring… El Combatiente drops his head mid-ring to elevate Frostbite over… Frostbite for the ride and crashes down in a huge back drop!

Andrew Fulton : El Combatiente drags up Frostbite to his feet.. Frostbite pushes El Combatiente away… Frostbite throws a haymaker but El Combatiente ducks it and steps in beside him… Russian Leg Sweep!!

Jeremy Tucker : El Combatiente drags Frostbite by the leg and drags him away from Armand’s corner and tags in Dylan Black… Black hops over the top rope and the crowd pop… Black and El Combatiente grab a leg each, place their feet at his hips and both dive back!!

Andrew Fulton : Ouch… Make a wish… That’s got to hurt…

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite is slow to rise as Black takes a moment to egg on the crowd and they respond… Frostbite and Black circle as Frostbite curses him… Frostbite goes to grab Black, but Black kicks him to the guts… Frostbite doubles up… Black elbows Frostbite to the back of the head and Frostbite drops to one knee… Black grabs Frostbite by the head, but Frostbite lashes out with a big punch to the side of Black’s left knee… Black winces and steps back a pace… Frostbite rises and kicks Black in the side of the knee and Black recoils under the pain… Frostbite follows up with a second kick to the leg and Black staggers back into the ropes… Frostbite hip tosses Black over, but Black rolls with it and gets back to his feet… Black kicks out the pain in his knee and hits the ropes… Frostbite drops prone and Black has to skip over… Black hits the ropes… Frostbite is up quickly and tries to leap frog over Black, but Black catches him?! Inverted Atomic Drop!!!

Andrew Fulton : Black looks down on the struggling Frostbite and goads him as he crawls to his own corner and uses the ropes to get up… Black lashes out with big forearm smashes as Frostbite gets vertical… Frostbite lashes out with a kick to that left leg of Black… Black pushes through the blow and continues with the forearm smashes… Black walks Frostbite out to centre rope and Irish whips him across the ring… Black drops his head mid-ring to elevate Frostbite over, but Frostbite grabs Black by the head… Swinging Neck Breaker by Frostbite!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Both men are down and breathing hard, but begin to move again… Frostbite is up slightly quicker and kicks at Black’s knee as he gets up in the corner… Frostbite throws a kick a bit too high and Black catches him by the heel… Black is bad mouthing him as Frostbite begs off and hops on his standing leg… before Black can react Frostbite whips up his standing leg?! Enziguri kick from Frostbite and Black is stunned by the blow!!

Andrew Fulton : Frostbite gets back to his feet and goes to whip Black across the ring… Black on the ride, but no, he reversed it… Frostbite slams back first into the buckles and rebounds out under the impact clutching his back… Black is waiting for him… Big Back Body Drop and Frostbite slams down hard in the centre of the ring!

Jeremy Tucker : Black nurses the back of his head after that enziguri moments ago but walks back to El Combatiente and tags him in… El Combatiente grabs Frostbite by the feet and turns him over… Boston Crab!

Andrew Fulton : I doubt this will last long… Armand will be in there any second to break the hold… Any second now… Just you wait… Any minute now…?

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite is suffering and Armand is watching on… Well, even the referee is looking at Armand expecting him to get in there… Frostbite begins to power out of the crab on his own though… I guess that’s faith in Frostbite’s strength not to give up; if not the team work or save we were expecting?

Andrew Fulton : The KGB can’t win can they?! Follow the rules and you slate them for not being a team… If he rushed in there we’d call him a cheat… This Anti-KGB agenda of yours is for the dogs Jerry…

Jeremy Tucker : I have no agenda and you know it. Just calling what I’m seeing Andrew… And Frostbite still hasn’t escaped the crab but he’s forced El Combatiente to drop one leg and he now leans back on this half crab with fresh intensity… Frostbite throws back a hand and takes a strong grip of El Combatiente’s ankle and shouts something to Armand… Armand darts around the referee and superkicks El Combatiente in the back of the head!!!!

Andrew Fulton : El Combatiente had already dropped the crab when he heard Armand bound in there, but Frostbite’s grip of that ankle made it hard for El Combatiente to defend himself… Great team work…

Jeremy Tucker : Dylan is shouting at the referee to get Armand out of there and Armand throws up his hands as if he’s done nothing illegal and steps back to his corner under a hail of boos…

Andrew Fulton : El Combatiente is resting on the second rope, dazed from the kick and Frostbite clutches his back and rolls over to Armand’s corner and tags Armand in…

Jeremy Tucker : Armand rushes in there… picks up both of El Combatiente’s legs and kicks him right in the nethers! Good God that’s got to hurt… El Combatiente rolls away, from being held throat first across the second rope, and clutches... clutches himself… Armand grabs the top rope for balance and stomps repeatedly on El Combatiente’s head and torso until the referee finally steps in and speaks with Armand… I guess El Combatiente is technically tucked under the ropes and Armand is using the ropes for leverage?

Andrew Fulton : Didn’t look illegal to me… Don’t make excuses for iffy refereeing Jerry… it’s beneath you…

Jeremy Tucker : Armand drags El Combatiente up and scoop slams him down with authority… Armand goes back to holding the top rope and stomps repeatedly on El Combatiente’s head and torso until the referee finally steps in again… Armand gives the referee the daggers of a stare as he stops stomping, but stays closed lipped as he half smiles and turns his attention back to El Combatiente… Armand drags El Combatiente up and takes him to Frostbite’s corner… Frostbite lays his boot on the top rope and Armand pounds El Combatiente’s head into it… Frostbite smiles and removes his boot as the referee protests… Frostbite hooks his leg through the second rope with his knee up in the corner… Armand walks El Combatiente to the middle of the ring and Irish whips him into Frostbite’s corner and El Combatiente smashes back first into Frostbite’s knee and stumbles to his knees clutching his back… Armand hits the ropes to attack El Combatiente, but Black drops the top rope behind him and Armand tumbles to the outside!!

Andrew Fulton : Dylan drops down to the arena floor as Armand gets back to his feet… Dylan sprints at Armand as he turns around… THE DISASTERPIECE!!!! (Bicycle Knee Strike)

Jeremy Tucker : Wow. Armand crumples like a ton of bricks. Black drags Armand up and rolls him back in the ring and returns to his corner… Meanwhile in the ring Frostbite has been stomping on El Combatiente’s back until the referee finally got him to leave the ring… El Combatiente is still holding his back, resting on his knees... and he’s about to head to Black’s corner for the tag… Armand is dazed, but also back up to his knees… Armand looks to Frostbite, who still looks genuinely tired after his time with Dylan earlier… and looks across at El Combatiente making his way for the tag… Armand staggers to his feet and stumbles towards Dylan’s corner and slaps Dylan’s outstretched hand before El Combatiente can make the tag?!!!

Andrew Fulton : Genius…

Jeremy Tucker : What? Why would he do that?!

Andrew Fulton : Isn’t it obvious… Test the friendship, take a breather and roll the dice; genius move. Maybe you can’t win the title if you’re not in the ring, but there’s doubt this match will be lost or won in the next exchange. This is the beauty of a Four Corners Tag Match.

Jeremy Tucker : Dylan looks at the referee and down at El Combatiente and back to the referee and he steps in the ring… El Combatiente gets back to his feet, steps back to the centre of the ring to give Black space then reaches out for a fist bump… The crowd are full of admiration for El Combatiente and Dylan completes the first bump and the two wrestlers circle one another looking to lock up…

Andrew Fulton : Black and El Combatiente lock up and Black forces El Combatiente back to Black’s corner and the referee calls for a break… the two break clean and circle again… Black and El Combatiente lock up… El Combatiente slips Black into a wrist lock… Black winces and tries to power free but El Combatiente has it looked in… Black tries to roll out of the lock, but El Combatiente retains the hold… Black forces his way back to his feet and El Combatiente puts in an extra twist on the wrist lock… Black rolls forward and straight back to his feet, grabs El Combatiente and snapmares him down… but El Combatiente still has the wristlock locked in and Black ends up on his back, El Combatiente kneels over him applying more pressure!

Jeremy Tucker : Black fights through the pain to get back to his feet and El Combatiente follows him up and yanks on the wrist… Black rolls against the twist one more time… rolls straight back up to his feet puts his boot in El Combatiente’s crotch and monkey flips him over… and El Combatiente STILL has that wristlock applied and just stands back over Black and twists on that wrist… Black looks frustrated, but not beaten, as he struggles back to the vertical and smiles through the grimace of pain… Black rolls forwards again, then backwards, then forwards again and this time frees himself from wristlock and judo throws El Combatiente across the ring… the pair nod with respect as they get back to their feet… The crowd are on their feet and applauding the display…

Andrew Fulton : Armand has finally got back to his corner and applauds his opponents fighting each other so loudly and mockingly that he gets Black’s attention… Armand outstretches his hand for the tag and Black looks out at the crowd and over at El Combatiente and El Combatiente nods to say he’s ready to fight whoever gets in there… Black goes to slap the outstretched hand but Armand whips the hand away, let’s go of the tag rope and drops from the ring apron and laughs villainously at the X-Crown champ from the outside…

Jeremy Tucker : Black kicks the bottom rope in frustration and glares at Armand for the slight… Frostbite is laughing at Armand’s display so much that he’s lost track of El Combatiente, who runs across and slaps Frostbite’s hand resting on the turnbuckle… The referee tells El Combatiente to leave and gestures for Frostbite to get in the ring… Armand shouts obscenities at Frostbite for not concentrating but it’s too late… Black crosses the ring quickly and fires some swift right hands on Frostbite as he gets in there… Black sends Frostbite into the ropes… Black hits the ropes too… Spinning Lariat by Black sends Frostbite down hard!!! …

Andrew Fulton : “Down hard”? Harder than Chinese algebra you mean… hell he nearly took his head off!

Jeremy Tucker : Black drags Frostbite up… ROYAL MASSACRE!!!! (Package Piledriver) And Black covers and hooks the leg…

… … …1

… … …2

… And Armand gets in there and has to make the save!!!

Andrew Fulton : Armand and Black exchange punches as the referee appears to be losing control… Armand gets the upper hand slightly and Irish whips Black into the ropes… Black had the forethought to throw out a hand and tags El Combatiente in as he hit the ropes… Armand waffles Black with a huge dropkick to the chest… Armand tosses Black to the outside convinced he has the legal man where he wants him…

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite is still down from Dylan Black’s pin attempt… El Combatiente scales the ropes… throws his hands up as a signal for the fans … gauges the distance… El Combatiente launches off the top?! …630 SENTON SPLASH!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Meanwhile Armand drags up Black at ringside… DRILLTIP!!! ON THE OUTSIDE!!! (Power bomb into a freefalling piledriver, dropping Black onto the top of his head) Armand hears a pinfall underway behind him but he’s too late to react…

Jeremy Tucker : El Combatiente has both of Frostbite’s legs hooked and Steve Mahoney is perfectly placed…

… … …1

… … …2

… … …3!!!!!!!

Frank Salazar : And the winner of your main event by pinfall… STILL your SWAT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!… ELLLLLLLLLLLLLL….. COMBATIENTE!!!

Andrew Fulton : El Combatiente and Dylan Black showing great team work at the end there, but Dylan is receiving the attention of the first responders at ringside after that Drilltip on the outside… That’s put a dampener on El Combatiente’s victory as Armand Von Krauss is helping his tag partner Frostbite up the aisle, under a lot of heat from this Melbourne crowd.

Jeremy Tucker : A great night of wrestling, some feuds fuelled and some questions answered, what will 2021 bring to SWAT?

Andrew Fulton : A great night of wrestling… Perhaps one that the KGB will want to forget… Happy New Year and good night from me…

Jeremy Tucker : Congratulations El Combatiente… That’s all we’ve got time for folks, don’t forget to tune in for up next huge show coming, NO MANS LAND! Featuring an 8 Women Tourney of all the top females in the XHF! And also a Royal Rumble! We’ve been SWAT, we’ve been LIVE from The Rod Laver Arena, Melbourne, Australia … so long everybody.