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Post by SWAT Team on Jan 12, 2021 3:44:34 GMT -5
Syndicate Wrestling & Tradition and the XHF presents .... Coming to you LIVE from The Amazons Arena, New York. [  Jeremy Tucker : Welcome! Welcome to SWAT! Welcome to the Amazons Arena! WELCOME TO NO MAN’S LAND!!! Happy New Year SWAT! Happy New Year Fulton. Andrew Fulton : The cut of for happy new year’s was the 7th Jerry. Jeremy Tucker : Noted. What a show New Years Nightmare was. That scaffold match. That Dog collar match! That MAIN EVENT! The KGB almost pulled one over us all with Gabriel Tuck dressed up as El Combatiente there. Andrew Fulton : (Maxwell Smart imitation) Missed it by_that much. Jeremy Tucker : It was a big play. I thought Frostbite was the new champion. Frostbite thought he was the World Champion. The World did. Andrew Fulton : Maybe because he held the belt aloft, even for a short moment, he wont burn us down Jerry? Jeremy Tucker : Time will tell. That was last year though, this is 2021 and this is NO MAN’S LAND! Our tribute to Women’s Wrestling. Featuring an 8 Women Tourney with the best of the Network here in SWAT to go at it. We got MISSTRESS DISCIPLINE! Andrew Fulton : Blaze Freya! Jeremy Tucker : Please. Your obsession with her is unhealthy. We got Isabel RIOS! Kirsty McKinney!!! Andrew Fulton : Former Amazons Champions Rebecca Brookes AND Olympia both returning! Jeremy Tucker : And our very own Graysie Parker and Lucky Linda! What a battle it will be. The last two years, we have given away Two Million Dollars to the winners, but, due to a certain former Commissioner whose initials are Zoran Sainovich pilfering over 40 million from our coffers before faking his own death ….. Andrew Fulton : Allegedly faking his own death Jerry. Jeremy Tucker : Well, sadly, even with this rejuvenation and some of the best shows SWAT has ever produced of late, we just can’t afford that big a prize pool this year, and the winner is a zero worse off with $200k going to them. Andrew Fulton : What a jib. Jeremy Tucker : It is what it is, these girls are not here for the prize money, however, they are here for the GLORY! Also tonight, we are further featuring Womens Wrestling with our Amazons Champion Industrial Woman defending her gold against NPW’s Kid Dynamite, what a clash that will be. Andrew Fulton : I-W is fast becoming our most dominant champion ever. Can the visitor take the gold, she will have her hands full to do so. Jeremy Tucker : As if that wasn’t enough, WE HAVE A ROYAL RUMBLE TONIGHT!!! Andrew Fulton : That’s right Jerry! 30 men. You know the drill. The Unbelievable Oxford Osland winning the coveted number 30 spot at New Years Nightmare. He is going to be damn hard to beat from there. Jeremy Tucker : He is unbelievable! But we have many other top stars in there. It’s literally anyone’s for the taking. Before that, after their victory in the Main Event of New Years Nightmare, EC and Dylan have been granted a World Tag Team Title match by the board. Andrew Fulton : The KGB will take em. They got lucky with the Tuck finish being exposed, lightning won’t strike twice. Jeremy Tucker : We’ll see. Talk of the Wrestling World has been who was that masked man who ziplined down and took out Radu. Tonight, we will find out who, and why. Andrew Fulton : Why? Because Radu parades around like a walking corpse that can’t be beat and who wouldn’t want to put him in his place for good? Jeremy Tucker : It will take a better man than you to do so Fulton, I don’t know who this character is, but he best be prepared, because he just poked the bear. All that and more coming your way tonight fans, we’ll be getting right to the first round matches of the tourney, right after these words from our Superstars. |
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Post by Isabel Rios on Jan 12, 2021 14:43:55 GMT -5
Pretaped Vignette!
“No Man’s Land? Sounds like porn. You’d end up with less bruises if you did porn instead of wrestling y’know.”
“I suspect it’s pretty hard on the body in it’s own way, Ashley.”
Two women are speaking as they step into a bar; Isabel Rios in a red, backless dress and heels, accompanied by a curvy brunette in purple. The place is crowded, men and women both, and a table is near the door with a small line before it.
“I can’t believe you’re actually trying speed dating. Just download Tinder if you’re that eager to meet someone.”
“For one, not everyone on Tinder is either vaccinated or can show a negative Covid test like everyone here, and for two you’re trying speed dating too.”
Isabel shoots her friend a quick glare.
“I am here to provide moral support, not to meet guys. This is all for you.”
“Well, then you should’ve picked a dress that didn’t look so good on you.”
Ashley steps up to check in, Isabel pausing a second before following behind.
“Yeah, well, I don’t get many chances to dress up, okay? It was either this or a High Voltage™ hoodie.”
The two women are given their stick-on name tags, affixing them to their dresses before moving to the bar. What would under normal circumstances be a dance floor was set up with tables, pushed together, to form a horseshoe shape. Isabel turns to the bartender.
“Can I get two margaritas, please?”
“Oh, I was gonna have wine.”
“Good, because these are both for me. I’m gonna need a serious buzz to tolerate this.”
Moments later, a woman with a microphone addresses the room.
“Okay, everyone please take a seat! Women on the inside of the curve, men on the outside! Don’t worry who you sit across from, everyone gets a chance to meet everyone! The way this works, you have five minutes to talk to the person across from you; if you feel a connection you note it on your card and we match up everyone with a mutual connection at the end of the night! When we hit the buzzer the men move one seat to the right, the women stay where they’re at!”
Ashley places a hand on Isabel’s arm.
“I’m gonna find an ugly girl to sit next to for comparison’s sake. See you at halftime!”
Montage!
“So, do you really think girls should have that much muscle?”
“Shut up. Next!”
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“I’m a journalist!”
“Oh cool, who do you write for?”
“The Toronto Sun!”
“NEXT!”
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“I like anime.”
“Oh, that’s cool. I mean, I never really got into it-
“No, I mean I REALLY like anime.”
“... oh no.”
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“I REALLY like mumblerap.”
“Oh good god no.”
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“See, here’s why the Earth is flat-”
“You’re a fucking idiot.”
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“How big are your feet?”
“SECURITY!!!”
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Intermission!
Ashley and Isabel stand at the bar, Isabel working on her third and fourth margaritas as Ashley smiles and chatters.
“I met a couple guys who seem really nice! And one didn’t even stare at my tits the entire conversation which is pretty impressive in this dress. His name was Pete, blond guy, tell me what you think when you meet him? How about you, any luck?”
Isabel looks up from her drink, past the admittedly impressive cleavage framed in purple, to her friend.
“The best five minutes of the evening so far was when a guy told me immediately I wasn’t his type then offered to show me pictures of his cat. To be fair, very cute cat.”
“Oh. Um… maybe all the good ones were on my side?”
Ashley shoots Isabel a hopeful smile, replied to with just a long sigh before the third margarita is finished off.
“Let’s just get this done.”
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“Hey, you’re Isabel Rios! Holy crap! You’re even prettier in person!”
The recognition takes Isabel by surprise but she’s quick to offer a polite smile to the man now across from her, a blandly handsome twentysomething with short blond hair.
“Oh, uh… okay, thanks. Sorry, you caught me off guard by not being weird.”
“It’s been that kinda night, eh?”
“You have no idea. So, wrestling fan I take it?”
“Yeah, big time! I saw you beat Deco, that match was awesome! And the mixed tag where you and Cavanagh beat those crazy Dark Star-Nova people, that was great too! You’re in that women’s tournament for SWAT coming up soon, aren’t you? Are you excited?”
“Yeah, I am actually. I’ve got Blaze Freya in the first round. Should be interesting.”
“Blaze? I’ve seen her. She’s, ah…”
“Very sexually aggressive?”
The man smiles a little and nods.
“Figured it was probably better for you to say it than me.”
“Yeah, she’s weaponized sexuality, it works for her, I ain’t going in there to judge, just to win.”
“Nice attitude to have about it.”
Isabel leans forward, taking a closer look at his name tag.
“Ah, you’re Pete. Hey, did you like Ashley? Brunette, purple dress, big rack?”
Pete looks surprised but nods, as if suddenly uncertain.
“Alright, bad news and good news Pete. Bad news, you and I ain’t happening. Good news? She likes you and she’s in dire need of a good time. So write your phone number on that napkin, I’ll give it to her. And if you see her sneak off down the hallway past the bathrooms, I strongly suggest you follow.”
The slackjawed young man nods before quickly scribbling his phone number on a napkin, Isabel taking it and shaking his hand.
“Lovely to meet you, see you around.”
With that she rises from her seat, walking around to Ashley, ignoring the protestations of the woman running the event and Anime Guy, who sits across from Ashley when Isabel reaches her.
“Pete seems nice, there’s his phone number, go find that stockroom past the bathrooms if you don’t wanna wait to call him later. My work is done, I’m outta here.”
With that Isabel turns for the door, grabbing her coat from the check-in, smirking as she watches her friend abandon Anime Guy and disappear down the hall, Pete almost sprinting behind her.
“Good for them. Guess it’s drunk cardio on the stairmaster for me again tonight.”
Isabel shrugs her coat on before stepping out into the cold Ontario night as the shot fades out.
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Post by Jay Stevens on Jan 12, 2021 23:10:12 GMT -5
Outside the loading area of the Amazons Arena. Various SWAT crew members are running cables in and out of the open bay door, passing back and forth between the comfort of the arena and the bitter cold of the New York night.
“What are you doing out here, Nic?”
Jay Stevens, Northern Pro Wrestling athlete, speaks as he peeks around the edge of the loading dock door. His words find Nicole Anderson, “Kid Dynamite”, as she stretches outside before her match. Already clad in her nearly all-white ring gear save for some fluorescent trim and “KDNA” down each of her boots, she wears only a North Face puffer jacket to protect her from the cold.
Anderson:
“It’s too cold in there, came out here to warm up.”
Her wink is met with an eyeroll from Stevens.
Stevens:
“I’m glad you’re staying up for this. I don’t know how you can crack jokes at times like these.”
Anderson:
“Times like these? Pssh, this is just another day, kiddo. I mean sure, I have to get in the ring with a lifeless Terminator hellbent on my destruction, but it is Saturday, after all.”
Continuing with her routine and seemingly unfazed by the cold, she starts shadowboxing, throwing strikes at random at her long-time training partner, who must break away from blowing hot air into his hands to deflect the errant strikes.
Stevens:
“Seriously though, this is the first big shot. We’ve gone from opening shows in Florida to Main Events and title shots in almost no time. Doesn’t the gravity of that get to you?”
Anderson stops and throws her hands in the air.
Anderson:
“What do you want me to say? It’s just another night. I go hard every single time I get in that ring, you know that. It’s never mattered if it’s some rando in Jacksonville or the biggest match of my entire career so far against a giant metal monster, I’m going to get in there and hit things until one of us can’t do it anymore.”
Stevens:
“It’s been a while though, aren’t you worried about being a bit rusty?”
There’s a long silence. Stevens’ wears a shameless grin while Anderson’s face is twisted into wide-eyed confusion.
Anderson:
“Was that… was that a freaking metal pun?”
Stevens continues to smile, anxiously waiting for the affirmation from his partner.
Anderson:
“Are you kidding me?! I am literally hours away from fighting the T-6000 and you’re making jokes? What the hell?!”
The grin is gone and the backtracking has begun.
Stevens:
“I just thought that.. You know… you always make jokes and stuff and I just wanted to ease the tension. I just… nevermind. I’m sorry.”
Anderson stares through him. And then starts slowly approaching him making creaking and groaning noises with each movement.
Stevens:
“What are you…”
Anderson:
[Through gritted teeth “Oil… can… need… oil... for stiff… unfunny bastard…”
Stevens’ shoulders sink as Anderson pops out of her rigid stance and Superman punches him in the chest.
Anderson:
“Dude, they’re right about you. You need to lighten the hell up. Get a drink. Call your girl. Do something. It’s not like you have to go look death in it’s cold, soulless eyes and walk out with not just your life, but a brand new championship and a target on your back.”
Stevens:
“Nope, that’s all you. I just get to watch woman fight machine.”
Anderson:
“I’ve seen your search history, it won’t be the first time.”
Stevens:
“Oh come on…”
Anderson cackles with delight, continuing to hop around and seemingly ignore her immediate future which contains the biggest contest of her young life against the most dangerous champion in professional wrestling today.
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Post by Joseph Mack on Jan 13, 2021 21:22:05 GMT -5
“Mr. Mack! Joseph! Big Mack?”
Joseph Mack stops in his tracks, frowning at Warren W Webber as he approaches from across the parking lot, Mack in a black pea coat, currently unbuttoned, over a henley and jeans.
“Hey man, it’s not Big Mack, I ain’t a burger. Just Mack. Like the truck.”
“Okay, Mack, thank you. I was just hoping to get a few words before tonight’s rumble match. What made you want to take on this challenge when you’ve also got a shot at Eric Dane and the NPW North American Double Crown championship coming up in a couple weeks?”
Mack smiles a little, shrugging his shoulders.
“I mean, I accepted the open challenge for a rumble spot before Dane made his open challenge for a title shot, so it wasn’t really planned to do both. But I ain’t gonna back out of a chance to win a title shot here too, y’know? I got big, broad motherfuckin’ shoulders, I can carry two belts just fine if I get the chance.”
“You know, we expect to see Eric Dane here tonight in the corner of Graysie Parker.”
A look of mock surprise crosses Mack’s face.
“I had no idea. Well, I’m sure that’ll be interesting if we cross paths this evening, won’t it?”
“Do you have any intentions of involving yourself in Ms. Parker’s match, or matches, tonight?”
Mack kisses his teeth, shaking his head.
“Nah man, I got no issue with Graysie Parker, just ‘cause me and her… what, Dane’s her trainer, right? Anyway, I ain’t gonna cause her grief just ‘cause I don’t like the man in her corner. Now, Dane starts doing more than just watching and advising out there tonight, maybe that’s a different story. But he ain’t in that battle royal far as I know, so I’m not expecting us to get involved tonight. Jesse Jamester’s in the rumble though… maybe I can turn that iguana-faced motherfucker into one of those Draco lizards.”
“Uh…”
“They fly, glide. Like the ones in that Simpsons episode.”
“Oh, gotcha! So you feel confident in your chances in tonight’s rumble match?”
Mack smiles and shrugs.
“Why not? I mean, I ain’t never liked relying on luck and luck’s definitely a factor in this kinda thing. Who enters early, who enters late, who’s in the ring when you get in there, you can’t control any of that shit. But I know who I am, I know what I can do. I can throw motherfuckers and I can hang on for dear life, you do enough of both in a battle royal and you got a shot at winning.”
“And any thoughts on El Combatiente and your chances at his title if you do pick up the win tonight?”
Mack laughs a little.
“Let’s not look that far down the road yet. I got a lotta work to do tonight before I can sweat him too much.”
“Alright, well thanks for your time!”
Mack nods to Webber before stepping past him, carrying his bag with him on his way into the arena as the shot fades out.
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Post by frostbite on Jan 14, 2021 15:33:23 GMT -5
A couple of days removed from the last week big tag team main event.
A video clip...
In this clip we see Frostbite at the announce table grabbing the SWAT World title as he is clutches the title right into his broad chest.
Frostbite.. Finally love we are together.
Frostbite continues to hold the title tightly as if it just might take a crowbar to pull it away from his cold and possible dear hands. But in a split second the ref makes a quick beeline right over to Frostbite without hesitation snatches the title away from Frostbite as he us a complete state of shock as he is standing there as if he was frozen in time.
Frostbite.. What in the hell is going on?
The ref sees that Gabriel Tuck as been unmasked as the imposter El Combatiente, as Frostbite is about to blow his top as the match must continue.
Voice.. You see my love. This is what I am talking about you. You were in my arms. I felt that instant connection that we had. I felt your heartbeat against mine. You know we were meant to be together and just in that quick moment that torn us apart. I tell you my love, it is nothing but jealousy, we both know it. We were meant to be together. I know that El Combatiente is jealous of what we have, he can never have what we have.
As our cameras zoom back, we are in a rather massive hotel room, so much so that it is more of a townhouse feel. But again when we are KGB then you travel in style. We are in what we believe is the living room but this room is bigger than most apartments. A large gray leather sofa sits right smack in the middle of the room, where the floors are made of the finest wood that you can ever imagine. There is a black mini fridge right next to the sofa.
Voice.. Why love. Why do they want to keep us apart. Our love is like Romeo and Juliet. I know they say love can stand the test of time, but it is becoming so hard love. You do not know how I miss you. My heart breaks because we are apart love. My chest is pounding with such anticipation because I promise my love we will be together soon enough. Nobody will ever abuse you or treat you with such disrespect. You are going to be treated like the queen you really are? Please what can that idiot El Combatiente give you that I can't? Please help me understand that.
Several feet from the gray sofa is a fireplace well one of those electric type as the fake fire if you want to call it that is really going strong and who could blame it, because we are dead of winter and after all we are in New York where we can 100 feet of snow in a quick second, after making that statement we turn to the right of the sofa we look right outside of the balcony as we see a few snowflakes drop right on it. Taking a second look it appears that the snow has actually picked up. It had that stay in winter feel if you know what I mean. Take in some warm cocoa and cozy up to the fire.
Our cameras zoom away from the balcony and that wonderful feel as we head back toward the sofa. We see what appears to be someone phone, and by the looks of it a brand new one probably the latest iPhone or something along those lines, but what is on the phone it appears as though someone has made there wallpaper out to be the imagine of the SWAT World title. But what is really odd is there appears to be a plate of food right in front of it. We see a plate full of shrimp and baked pototo and some broccoli. It looks stunning, you can see the butter from both that pototo and the broccoli is all over the plate.
Voice.. What is wrong love? Are you not hungry? I know love you are upset and so am I. But you need to keep your strength up in these difficult times. I promise you my love, I am working on it. I promise on Rebecca grave that we will be together soon enough. It is going to take a little time. I know you want for us to be together and we will. Just give me some more time.
A hand pushes the food toward the phone. Our camera moves slightly over as we see right in front of the sofa is a rather large glass table that is about the size of the sofa itself. Sitting on that table is a laptop computer as it appears whoever was watching the video was watching off of YouTube. However it is on pause and all we can see is the shock look on Frostbite face as the title was taking away from him after KGB try to pull a fast one but their plans backfired on them as they would go on and lose the match. Frostbite himself was pinned by the champion, El Combatiente. Our camera move back toward the sofa as we see someone sitting there just looking at the phone. The short blonde hair is turn toward us,but whoever it is has on a red tee shirt with black sweats. This person continue to look at the phone with the SWAT World title on it and then the plate once again.
Voice.. Baby you got to eat?
They turn towards us finally as we see that it is Frostbite.
Frostbite.. Look at what you have done to her El Combatiente she is not eating and you wonder why, it is because she wants me and not your slimeball hands around her gorgeous body. My hands are the only ones that she wants. And there were on her but you did not like it one bit. Did You? You know that she will be mine before long. I know you and this worthless company has been trying for a long time to keep us apart well no more. She is going to be mine before long. You can not keep love a part for so long. We were meant to be.
He looks back at the phone.
Frostbite.. But my love the more I think about it. Maybe you are like some woman, just maybe you are playing hard to get. Maybe it was you that put together that little act the other day, maybe it was part of your plan. Maybe you feel that the flowers and the blanket to cover your cold body up with in that cold locker room was just simply not enough to impress you. Just maybe I need to prove my worth it should I say my love for you. Hey, I understand, it was not enough. Later on tonight, I will prove my undying love for you by winning the rumble match tonight. But baby you must understand you are not making easy on me. There are others that want to get there filthy hands on your body. Some new people that are walking into this company and really believe that has some right to take you from me. I promise you love, that will not happen on my watch. Then again foes of mine that want to keep us further apart, men such as Psychotic Goth.
Frostbite reaches over to pick up the phone.
Frostbite.. Then again there are men such as Johnnie Valentine, who would like to try and get there hands on you once again only to use you for some sick game he probably has planned, but 9nce again love not on my watch this evening. What about the owner of this company, Paul Soutter, you know he has been trying his very best to keep us apart because he does not want for me to hold you because he feels that I wound be a bad influence on you. You see love, I have some special for him in the rumble later on. I promise you he will pay for keeping us apart for so long, and for you my love, I just might set is ass on fire. I bet that just might be one way to really when this thing after all who would want to get a ring when someone is on fire.
A sadistic laugh..
Frostbite.. And certainly last but not least there will be friends involve. Armand Von Krauss, Eddie D and Bruno. I know they say that love can break up sometime the best of friendships. On this night everybody knows with the stakes as high as they especially with a shot at winning you my love, well it goes out the window that friendships. On this snowy night, there can be only one that wins and you are looking at him. I am going to do everything in my power my love, to secure that win in the rumble and then defeat El Combatiente and finally we will be together if it is the last thing I do on this earth.
Frostbite kisses the phone as if he were really kissing the championship. He puts the phone back on the phone next to him and right in front of the plate full of food.
Frostbite.. For those names who I did not mention. Allow me to set the record straight once and for all. And I am going to be perfectly clear about it. I am going to win the rumble simply out of love for my lady.
He turns to the phone.
Frostbite.. I am going to deciate this win to you my love. Gentlemen it is like Babe Ruth calling his shot. I am going to win this, it is not a good statement that I am trying to make, nope allow me to be even more clearer..
Spoiler Alert..
I am going to win, try and stop me.
You can see the intensity building inside of that cold, hearted body of his. Frostbite gets up off of the sofa as he looks back at the phone and them looks toward the balcony. He decides to take a walk over toward the balcony. The walk seems like it is taking a country mile because the place is so big. Frostbite finally gets to the glass sliding door, as he slowly opens it as that cold wind smacks him right in his face, but it does not appear to bother Frostbite in the least being from Colorado he is certainly use to this type of weather. He looks up as he watches the snow fall all around this great city. He sticks out his tongue as a little snowflake hits the tip of his tongue and a wicked grin comes across his lips.
Frostbite.. Ah, I love this. It is such a perfect day, a day that will go down in this history books of this company. Rumble winner, finally after coming up short for so long but before I get a chance to show my baby how much I really love her. Armand and I must pull double duty as we must defend the tag team titles against Dylan Black and the champ. Now El Combatiente, I am going to give you a little bit of credit you did pick up the pinfall by pinning my shoulders to the mat.
Well done..
But I got to ask you this question?
It was the first time you actually for one over on me. So I guess we can say what is the score. Two for me and one for you. I beat you when you first walk into this company. The second meeting, was a triple threat match between the two of us and Psychotic Goth. If you remember and I certainly do, you just escaped with the television title intact when the time limit expired because if it had not I was going to win the belt. We both know that I am not lying here. So last week you pinned me. As my dad once said.
The Sun does shine on a dog's ass every once in awhile.
I had apologize to Armand and my brothers in the KGB for such a slip up. I promise them it will never happen again. With the pinfall it put you in position to get a shot at the tag team titles. Allow me to make a second spoiler alert of the evening..
The both of you are not going to leave with those belts.
Frostbite turns around as he shuts the glass sliding door as he steps back inside. He makes his way over to the sofa as once again it seems as though it is taking a really long time. As he finally reaches the sofa, he looks down at the plate of food which again appears to have been touched. Frostbite reaches over and grabs a shrimp and pops one in his mouth. He takes a seat on the sofa next to his phone.
Frostbite.. Dylan you believe this is some heart warming story that you are here to help out your best friend but in the process the two of you are going to in the meantime win the tag team titles. Dylan, I believe there is a way to get through to your partner. I stated earlier that I might set Paul on fire, but maybe I need to send a stern message to your partner. After all in war there are casualties and you fit that bill. I just wonder how important you are too your good friend. Will your buddy rather see you on fire or win the tag team titles. I know it is a tough decision but who says life is fair. Trust me you both are going to be tested and I really believe you are going to fail. The Tag team titles are not leaving the KGB, that I promise.
He drops his head.
Frostbite.. Javier, after I send you and your boy a stern message in the tag team title match, then you are your client better pull up a chair and realize what awaits you. You see Javier your free ride to the top is about to come to an end. Because she wants me, and you know they say diamonds are a girl best friend, however in the case her best friend is being around my waist. I wound say enjoy the time that the two of you have at the top because I can promise you it is going to be quite the drop on the way down.
He looks over at the phone one more time.
Frostbite.. Soon, my love.. Very soon.
We capture the image of the snowfall as we fade out.
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Post by h2f on Jan 14, 2021 17:54:29 GMT -5
Mistress Discipline glares at the empty zoom meeting room screen as she lounges in her basement office surrounded by books. She clicks to admit ‘Chaos Management’ into the meeting and is joined by a blond woman in a white medical coat sitting in an office filled with specimen jars behind her.
Mistress Discipline takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out before speaking. “Chaos, my dear manager and friend, please explain to me why I am not booked in the latest Fireside show.”
Dr. Chaos snaps her fingers. “Oh! I knew I forgot to do somethin’. We are furthering your platform for the support of women wrestlers and really pushing to get your brand out there.”
Mistress Discipline frowns. “Chaos, please speak plainly; where did you book me this month?”
Dr. Chaos nods. “Right. First up is SWAT’s ‘No Man’s Land’, in a match with Olympia. That former MMA chick who wraps herself in the flag to hide her feather figure. Pushover.”
Mistress Discipline looks taken aback. “I thought she retired from SWAT. She will be lighter than me and may be slow due to her previous retirement. I should be able to use that to my advantage in the ring. Though I recall, at the height of her success, you were impressed with some of her moves. I wonder if she still has ‘it’. Wait. You said first up. Is there more than one match this month? Why did you not send me outlook invites?”
Dr. Chaos startles and looks offscreen for a second before refocusing on the zoom call. “There’s another global show later this month, yea. This first one though is also one of those whole multiple matching thingies. If you win you go to the next round and I gotta say it is really shapin’ up to be a fun spectacle. Did you see who else will be there?”
Mistress Discipline opens a web browser over her manager’s face to look up who else is competing. “No, this is the first you have mentioned this women’s tournament to me but I am looking it up now.”
Dr. Chaos is still offscreen as she continues. “Yep.” She pauses a moment while a man screams softly in the background. “You should also see who else will be at that show because it isn’t just the women’s tournament, it’s a Royal Rumble…. Come on scroll faster.”
Mistress Discipline scrolls the list of competitors until one name stands out to her. She gives a sharp intake of breath. “Is that?”
Dr. Chaos giggles. “I know it’s been a while since we could hang out with him. Top of the Class may not be joining forces this month but you should be able to see him live and possibly touch, like, his arm or something.”
Mistress Discipline minimizes the screen to look at Chaos who seems to be glancing behind the computer. “Or something? Chaos we agreed Operation Team Partnership Union Celebration would need to wait until Top of the Class was back together. Also, given that I will be focused on getting Olympia to submit to me and he will be facing so very many opponents, I am not sure how much time he will be able to spend with me.”
Dr. Chaos waves Mistress Discipline’s concerns away and leans back in her chair. “Nonsense. The two of you will be sequestered in the same hotel suite. I’ve got you.”
Mistress Discipline blinks. She blinks again. “I am concerned this may seem too heavy handed. And what do you mean two of us? You shall be there too.”
Dr. Chaos shakes her head. “I’m the CAR medical expert. I must attend the happiest race on earth. At the very least, being in the same hotel suite will make the cameras easier to install.”
Mistress Discipline looks sternly at her manager. “You are a veterinarian. How could the network support this? Are there non-humans racing in this event?”
Dr. Chaos opens her mouth to respond only to glance offscreen and dodge to the side with a started “DOG!!” A rope of paintballs flies over her head and shatters several glass jars behind her as they fly out of the unseen paintball marker. The screen cuts to black.
Mistress Discipline takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. “I suppose I had better start packing. Now I have even more questions.”
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Post by Venom 🕷 on Jan 15, 2021 10:57:19 GMT -5
Javier: One, eight hundred, six, six, two, HELP.
We open up in the arena’s training facility here in New York. Javier is sitting alone on a bench staring directly into a camera, but we can see the work out equipment behind him and hear the movements of people, presumably El Combatiente, working out in the background.
Javier: Last week I was joking about your mental health Frostbite, but now, this is serious. One, eight hundred, six, six, two, HELP. That is the National hotline for mental health support here in the states. I really think you should sit down and give it a call. You may not realize it man, but you are talking to yourself. The belt you seem to be in love with, it is an inanimate object and cannot speak. On top of that it is not with you it is with me and my client. It has been with us for two whole months now and while your trick last week nearly fooled some people it did not get you possession for more than a few seconds. So please, please, call. One, eight hundred, six, six, two, HELP.
Javier stops and takes a deep breath. He contemplates his next words and slowly starts again.
Javier: I know we do not like each other Frostbite, and I am not sure we ever will, but I do not like to see this happen to anyone. You are losing it man. One, eight hundred, six, six, two, HELP. If you do not act fast you could end up locked up somewhere. Just imagine if you had followed up with your threat to burn the arena down in Australia? That country just went through massive wild fires can you imagine what they would do to an arsonist right now? They would lock you up straight away. Then in those jails? I know you are big big strong guy, but I do not think the inmates will let an arsonist slide after what there country has been through. One, eight hundred, six, six, two, HELP.
Javier again pauses. This time he looks off into the distance. He appears to be lost in thought for a moment, measuring his words before he speaks. He looks back to the camera and continues.
Javier: You need to be careful right now Frostbite. You are so focused on what you do not have that you covet that you are going to lose what you do have without even noticing. Tonight my client and his partner again face off against you and Armand. This time it is an actual tag match not a four-way that you think is a tag match and your tag titles will be on the line. You will probably lose them anyway but if you are not careful you will lose them without even getting a chance to say goodbye. One, eight hundred, six, six, two, HELP. Get the help you need. It does not matter if you just talk or decide you need help and forfeit your match this week and take time off to get help because you need to do something, you need to talk to someone. You are clearly not healthy. On top of the talking to yourself, hearing voices from inanimate objects and the grand scale arson threats you are still slurring your words so much. Maybe it is caused by alcohol abuse or maybe you have a head injury causing all of this. I do not know you. I do not know your personal life. What I do know is you clearly need help. Please call. One, eight hundred, six, six, two, HELP.
Javier shakes himself and his serious demeanor begins to change and a smirk comes across his face.
Javier: Now that that is out of the way, Armand I have not forgotten about you. I have not forgotten about what you had your idiot minions do to me. I told you that you would pay and you might think you have paid with how many defeats you and your crew have been handed and how many times my client has dropped you on your head but I am not done with you. You tortured me and made me cost my client his championship in one night. You threatened me and the family of my clients lives. For that I will not be done with you until you are ruined here in SWAT and have nothing left. So far I have been succeeding with great ease. Your newest scum bag lost his championship. My client snagged the top championship before one of your minions could. My client and his teams have defeated you every time they have faced. Now tonight my client and his partner will take from you the only championship you lay claim to. Is this what you envisioned when you had your goons nab me?
Javier smiles and let’s out a small quiet laugh because he knows the answer.
Javier: Of course not. You envisioned my client rising to the top under your tutelage. You envisioned him knocking off the Society for you and taking their title, which he did, in the name of the KGB. I know you like to claim that my client would not be where he is without you and your actions, but that is not true. He was already on his way to this point far before you ever knew who he was. I have had my client competing on global broadcasts, in different companies and making acquaintances like Dylan far before you ever had the idea to recruit him. We were playing the long game here in SWAT slowly building up to my clients rise to the top. All you did was advance our plans faster than we envisioned. We did so not because you made it happen, but in spite of you for what you did to me. Now our plans take another step towards greatness as my client will not just be taking your title, he will be becoming a double champion along with his partner and take his place as one of the few in the Network to do so. This is what you did Armand. This is what you caused. I hope you are enjoying it. I know I am.
Javier stands up and walks off camera as we fade.
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Post by Oh-Oh on Jan 15, 2021 13:08:09 GMT -5
Oxford Osland sits behind a large Oak desk inside of his Condo off the shores of Miami Beach. Our hero holds a fancy ballpoint pen in his right hand while gazing through the open window overlooking the crystal blue shoreline. A cool breeze and morning sunshine permeate our scene, as Osland looks down at a pink greeting card. An idea strikes, and Osland puts pen to paper.
#Roses are red...
#Violets are blue...
#Honey is Sweet...
#And so are you....
Osland let's it linger for a moment, before he scrunches his face in distaste. He reaches down to crumple the greeting card, and launches it into a waste basket nearby. Osland pulls out another card from a stack on the corner of his desk. Osland looks around, as if searching for the perfect words. He finally settles on something and begins to write and speak while doing so.
#Hickory Dickory Dock...
#I Can't wait for you to bounce on my...
Osland looks up, with a massive grin on his face. Before writing the final word, he is interrupted by 'Chad'. Chad is the same young fellow who Osland was coaching over Skype a few weeks back.
Chad: "What are you doing?"
Osland seems a little frustrated after being interrupted.
Osland: "Poetry my man. Chicks dig poetry."
Chad: "You sly dog, I didn't know you fancied anyone."
Osland: "It's sort of a work in progress."
Chad is immediately intrigued. So much so, that he walks around to get a closer look, Osland stands up and puts Chad in his place.
Osland: "Jesus Chad. Do you always violate personal space like that? Rule number one, wait for an invitation or keep your distance."
Chad backs away in fear. He waits a moment, before continuing the discussion.
Chad: "So, uh, what's her name?"
Osland: "Graysie."
Osland takes a sip of water.
Chad: "Oh. My aunt's poodle is named Graysie."
Osland spits said water on his greeting card.
Osland: "Way to go Chad, you made me ruin this beautiful piece I wanted to send the one I adore."
Chad: "Why don't you just send her flowers?"
Osland: "How about I buy flowers and hand deliver them! You see, my girl Graysie is set to compete in an 8 woman wresting tournament. A personal delivery would show my affection, as opposed to writing about it. Good Idea Chad, you're proving to be more valuable than I had originally anticipated."
Chad sticks out his chest.
Chad: "Thanks. I mean, it's the least I could do considering you brought me out here to Miami Beach to enjoy the scenery. Wink Wink."
Osland: "The condo next door is open for a couple of months, so why not come use it as an Air BnB. You're an eager student, and I live to teach. Together, we could do so much damage it will be legendary."
Chad goes in for a huge high five.
Osland: "Restraint Chad... Restraint! Learn it, love it, practice it."
Chad snaps out of it, and calms down. This is clearly one of Osland's lessons for creating a better version of oneself.
Osland: "Now that I've decided to offer a gesture in person that is full of thought, let's move onto our next activity shall we?"
Chad nods like the good lapdog that he is. Osland points to a video camera that is sitting on his book shelf. Chad grabs the camera, and points it towards Osland. Clearly Oxford has ambitions of sending a message to the SWAT locker room. Chad nods to Osland, as if to suggest he's free to speak his mind.
Osland: "Good Day, SWAT. Your wrestling hero is here to greet you with some of my inner most thoughts and feelings in regards to my current position within the company. First and foremost, I would like to congratulate myself on an epic performance in the most recent battle royal. That's right, yours truly, 'The Unbelievable' Oxford Osland kept his impeccable record in check, while disposing of a bunch of wannabes and never-will-be's. In what can only be described as a masterpiece of cunning and brilliance, I ruled the ring the way a lion rules the jungle. I toyed with my opponents, before dashing their hopes and dreams in one fell swoop."
Osland's smile can't get any bigger.
Osland: "Pequeno Dinosaurio."
Osland holds his gut, as if trying to fight off a huge belly laugh.
Osland: "It's nice to meet you. Now I know you and I hadn't been formally introduced prior to the final moments of the battle royal, where I launched you from the ring like a piece of garbage, But sometimes, it's best to dive in head first, and cut to the chase. While you were backstage making excuses for your short comings, I had a babe on each arm and my boy Keith Williams and I were guzzling champagne like it was 1999."
Osland can't hold back any longer, as the laugh comes barrelling through with force.
Osland: "Consider yourself lucky Dino-Boy. Consider yourself unbelievably fortunate that our match wasn't for that coveted Television Championship that's in your possession.
Osland clears his throat, before continuing.
Osland: "Let me make myself perfectly clear..."
Osland's voice trails off, and the jokes are now a thing of the past. Our antagonist is nothing, if not serious.
Osland: "If you don't keep my name out of your mouth, I'll see to it that you and I settle the score inside of the ring with that championship belt of yours on the line. At which point, I will take so much more away from you than just the right to enter a royal rumble as the last entrant. In case you are unaware, there hasn't been one wrestling company that I have entered where I haven't ended up ruling it in very short order. I have been a champion, everywhere I go, and I've fought some of the all-time best. So maybe you ought to consider becoming an errand boy for the KGB, then and only then, would you have enough back up to overcome the ReVenants."
Osland thinks to himself, before offering one last piece of advice.
Osland: "Oh and Dino-Boy, you seem to be having some issues with the fairer sex as of late. Whether it's the married woman or your little girlfriend, you just can't seem to catch a break. If you're ever interested in learning how to be the one in control, instead of allowing the women in your life to dictate to you.... give me a call."
Chad is shaking the camera while snickering at Osland's comments. Osland shoots Chad a strong glare, which prompts him to straighten up.
Osland: "Whether you all realize this or not, Oxford Osland is a budding superstar who now represents one of the strongest factions on the XHF Network; The ReVenants. Keith Williams is already breaking through as hottest name in the world of professional wrestling, and I believe that my time is just around the corner. What better way to prove that, than to shock the world by winning the SWAT Royal Rumble and firmly placing myself as the next in-line for a SWAT World Championship opportunity. I have been the Canadian Commonwealth Champion, I have been the NAWC North American Champion, and now it's time to add my very first World Championship to my ever-growing list of accomplishments."
"I'm built for this, and there isn't anyone who can tell me otherwise. Just like I did in the battle royal, I plan to eliminate the who's who of the SWAT roster one by one. From big men like Eddie D, to the travelling circus that is Jonnie Valentine, to the legends like Radu and the XHF stars like Death Trap. Each and everyone of you has been warned and put on notice, that the new kid in town plays for keeps. It's only a matter of time before my star shines the brightest and eclipses all of the 'so called' big names in SWAT."
Osland stands tall, exuding the confidence to back up his words.
Osland: "If you want proof as to how connected I truly am, I encourage you all to feast your eyes on what I have in store for the wrestling world at No Man's Land. This is the kind of moment that wrestling historians will talk about forever. This is the kind of moment that everyone will remember exactly where they were when it happened."
Osland takes a step forward.
Osland: "I'm about to turn this sport on it's head once and for all."
A snarl curls over Osland's lips.
Osland: "Watch me."
[Black.]
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Post by Lucky Linda on Jan 15, 2021 20:15:04 GMT -5
“This is it Sue. Back to back No Man’s Land Tourneys” Says Lucky Linda, she is getting her nails done and so too is her bestie Sue from accounting beside her. “Nothing means more to me. Tonight will be my night once again”.
“I know you can do it.” Replies Sue. “I can’t believe there is no money left in the coffers for the normal two mil prize money, Zoran has a lot to answer for.”
“That he does. Even from the grave he haunts us.” Linda angers. “I thought we had seen the last of him when I defeated him at the Memorial. Either he was dead and buried, or was off in hiding from more Lucky Linda whooping’s. But even in his absence his stench still stinks up the place, with us not even having the money left to pay the winner what they rightly deserve.”
“Things are turning around, my friends in Accounting tell me the figures are all now in the black, losing the prima donna’s in Syberus, Trent Jones, Timeless, Caffrey and the ilk. It has seen the budget turn around big time”
“And with them gone, the opportunity for others has seen a drastic change at the top of the mountain. Opportunities for people such as El Combatiente, who has grabbed his chance with both hands. Even for us to bring in Keith Williams. He beat me at New Years Nightmare. I give him all the credit in the world. What a battle.”
“Only with his lucky horse shoe.” Consoles Sue.
“No excuses Sue. A win is a win. There is no shame in going down to him. The ‘Paragon of Sleaze’ has indeed arrived on the Network. I gave him my all, and after all was said and done, he was the victor. That’s how it goes sometimes. Nobody wins every match, we all lose sometimes, that has been drummed into my ad nauseum since I got involved in this business.” Linda rolls her eyes. “Over and over and over I heard it.” Linda then smiles. “And you know what? It’s true. It’s what happens after a loss that defines who you are in this world. In every world really. Do you scream and shout and rage quit in a huff of rage? Or, do you suck it up and get back on the horse for the next challenge?”
“Giddy Up Amazons!” Linda grins. “What a next challenge this is.”
“You can take ‘em.” Assures Sue.
“We have a top quality field.” Linda informs her. “Former champions Rebecca Brookes and Olympia. Our own Graysie Parker and Blaze Freya.”
“She is so uncouth” shudders Sue. “Baring her naked butt to the world?”
“And them some, but …. She also is one hell of a wrestler and while out of sorts and distracted with her latest ploy as a flasher, she can’t ever be underestimated.”
“And Brookes? She took the Amazons belt from you. Remember” Sue niggles her friend.
“Ohhh, I remember all right.” Linda fires up. “How fortunate she is my first round opponent, I sure did get lucky there with the brackets and am now able to get my win back on her.”
“I detect some hostility?” Asks Sue “What about a loss is a loss?
“Well, there is loses.” Snaps Linda “Then, there is after winning and getting MY belt, totally disrespecting it and ME and every other Amazon who ever held the gold and not bothering to try and defend it once you win it.”
“Take it all out on her in the match up”
“That’s the plan” Linda winks. “Then, after her, we also have some of the best in the XHF come here to join this party of ours. Mistress Discipline. Isabel Rios. Kirsty McKenney. Firstly. Welcome girls. Welcome to SWAT!” to the camera “And … thank you. Thank for signing up to this shin dig. We love Women’s Wrestling here at SWAT, to spite what some other may say” she whispers
“It’s all subjective, right? I am proud to be a Female wrestler. I am proud TO BE A FEMALE! I have fought the best of the best. Suzi Spits. Joanne Canelli. My old tag team partner Avery McCullen. Hall of Famer Lynn Brewster. Zoran Sainovic. Recently Keith Williams. I am proud to be the SWAT AMAZON of The Year. I am proud to be last years winner of this tourney, and I am proud with the prospect of facing all of you! See you in the ring, and may the best Lady win.”
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Post by edwarddubin0604 on Jan 15, 2021 21:13:03 GMT -5
(Olympia and her brothers Rage and Fury along with Commandrix has just entered the arena and is walking down the corridor on her way to her locker room wearing the SWAT Pan Amazons Women's Championship. She is wearing her J-ROK gear and wearing a J-ROK mask due to COVID-19 rules when she runs into Glamourous Glenda.)
Olympia: "Long time no see."
Glenda Glamourous: "It's good to see you too."
Olympia: "So what's the honor of our meeting."
Glamourous Glenda: "I guess you heard the comments about your first round opponent in No Man's Land."
Olympia: "I know you plan on telling me."
Glamourous Glenda: "Well Mistress Discipline's manager Dr. Chaos called you an MMA fighter hiding behind a feathery figure."
Olympia: "Is this Dr. Chaos really a doctor or is she hiding behind a plaque from some matchstick cover school for desperate idiots. Is that what she was feeding this Mistress Discipline or whoever this woman calls herself."
Glamourous Glenda: "Well she told Mistress Discipline you were an MMA fighter with a feathery figure."
Olympia: "First off shit for brains Dr. Chaos before you start running your mouth and feed Mistress Discipline a whole lot of bullshit about me. You better get your facts straight. First off I'm not some MMA chick or MMA fighter from some MMA promotion. I'm a real trained martial artist,
who won two Olympic Gold Medals, in two different fighting disciplines. Now you and Mistress Discipline count on your fingers if you both can count. Now correct me if I'm wrong but since when is MMA an Olympic sport. I never saw that in the Olympic Games. So please Mistress Disciple and Dr. Chaos tell me when MMA was introduced when I participated in the Olympics. Let's see if your brains can actually come up with that answer."
Glamourous Glenda: "Don't forget she made fun of your figure."
Olympia: "Oh yeah, how I could have forgotten that stupid comment. Let me ask you something Dr. Dumb and Mistress Dumber. You weight 190lbs. which must also include that muscle head brain of yours. I wrestled women who were just your weight or close to it and there were just as tall as I was or weighed more than I was. Guess what? I held my own and I wasn't going to back down from any opponent. I didn't care who my opponent was I never backed out of a match."
Glamourous Glenda: "She vowed to submit you."
Olympia: "You know Glamourous Glenda. I really want to see her try it and I mean I really want to see her try. I want to see her try it and see how she does it in our match. Yeah Mistress Discipline how will you make me submit. You going to use a riding crop or handcuff me and make me submit. You going to bring a leather dominatrix suit and put me in it so you can make me submit. So how are you going to make me submit Mistress Discipline. How are you going to do it."
Glamourous Glenda: "I don't think she's going to like what you said."
Olympia: "I could fucking care less what she thinks or if she likes what I say. You know what they say 'You don't like what I say. Say it to my face.' Well there's a ring and I'm going to be in that ring tonight. You 'll be in that same ring with me tonight too Mistress Discipline. So you can get in my face and me in yours. You want that Mistress Discipline. I'll be glad to do that and we can see who moves the other's face and who makes the other submit and tap out."
Glamourous Glenda: "You seem not in a good mood."
Olympia: "State the obvious because after Kira Izumi and PURE turned on me. I'm ready to take it out on anyone in this tournament and Mistress Discipline is the unfortunate victim of Cold Blooded Merciless Aggression. I'm going to ram those words right down hers and Dr. Chaos's damn throat. Then she's going back to....where is that insignificant place she wrestles in."
Glamourous Glenda: "I believe it's called MCCW."
Olympia: "I thought that place was dead months ago."
Commandrix: "It was until two months ago."
Olympia: "So MCCW was just hibernating and decided to wakeup again and Mistress Discipline decided to comeback to wrestle there again."
Glamourous Glenda:: "I guess that's why."
Olympia: "Well tonight Mistress Discipline is going to find out why I was SWAT Pan Amazons Women's Champion and before that dominatrix asks. I held that championship on two different occasions and I held that championship with pride and honor."
Glamourous Glenda: "You know she'll think that championship is secondary."
Olympia: "Yeah let her and I want to know what championships she held in MCCW and she'll probably make excuses and lie to justify them."
Glamourous Glenda: "She'll also mock your loyalty to SWAT."
Olympia: "Yeah I left SWAT but SWAT never left me. I'll still make appearances because that's what me and SWAT agreed to and No Man's Land
is one of the many appearances I'll make in the future. So my loyalty to SWAT is never to be contested."
Glamourous Glenda: "I guess you know the prize is two-hundred thousand and not two-million."
Olympia: "I could care less if it's two cents. I'm in this to win it and I plan on winning starting with Mistress Discipline. Right now I'm going to prepare for my match."
(Olympia leaves followed by her brothers and Commanxdrix.)
Glamourous Glenda: "Olympia's fired up and ready for No Man's Land. Back to you guys."
(The scene slowly fades to black.)
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Post by Justin on Jan 16, 2021 14:49:59 GMT -5
It’s that time again. Backstage. Something is off. The look on Graysie Parker’s face says it all. The young Suplex Siren has a scowl twisted across her face that could melt steel as she waits impatiently, one arm cradled in the other with a phone pressed to her ear and a fidgeting foot angrily tapping the floor. The scowl grows with every passing second that whomever she’s calling doesn’t answer. “Pick-up…” Eyes roll. “Come on, pick-up…” She stops tapping as an automated voicemail notification tells her that the person she’s calling has an inbox that is full before the line goes dead on her. “Crap. Where are you?” Things had been odd ever since she’d met up with her manager and mentor this morning. Eric had always been an odd sort, sometimes so aloof that you’d think he was senile, while others being so keyed up that he might as well be Pablo Escobar’s number one customer. He’d seemed more than distracted today from the moment that she’d laid eyes on him stepping out of the elevator into the hotel lobby. He had been on the phone already, wheeling and dealing, barely acknowledging Graysie as they’d left the hotel and jumped into the back of the Navigator that had been chartered to cart them to and from the Amazon’s Arena this evening. He hadn’t spoken to her at all during the twenty minute drive to the building, and almost as soon as they’d found her dressing room he’d excused himself without hanging up the phone, shuffling off with a muted promise to be back ten minutes. That had been nearly two hours ago. A producer had popped his head in a few minutes ago to let her know that they’d gone on the air, and she knew from the format sheets that her first round match was due to go on third. The thought racing through her head at present was that she was thirty minutes away from walking to that ring for the first time in her career without Eric Dane by her side and in her corner. To simplify, she was scared shitless. Not for a lack of confidence in her own ability, or because Dane had ever been any kind of factor in her matches past screaming at her about mistakes and missed opportunities to cheat, but because it’d become a familiar routine. That, and as much as Graysie hated to admit it, Dane’s strategies and his mere presence at ringside had been a major part of why in the past eighteen months that she’d been wrestling at least semi-regularly she’d only lost one match on television. Another thing that had been eating at her nerves was the inclusion of Jeff Andrews in the corner of her first round opponent. She’d of course studied all of the tape she could find on Kirsty McKinney, most of it all collected in a torrent file titled “Andrews*Promotions: Vol. 1” that Angus Skaaland had directed her too earlier in the week when the tournament brackets had been made public. It wasn’t McKinney that had her nervous, though, it was Andrews. To say that Jeff Andrews and Eric Dane had a colorful past was an understatement. The two had worked too closely together for too long back in DEFIANCE and the situation had exploded more than once. Dane refused to go into details, only rolling his eyes and changing the subject whenever Jeff’s name had come up, but the library was there for anybody to see, and of course Graysie had done her homework… And let’s not forget, just last week in NPW Eric had instructed Scott Steel to powerbomb another of Andrews’ students through the catering table in the Powerade Centre in Canada. Jeff Andrews, the aptly named Cross-Wired Timebomb, was a dangerous enemy to have. That Graysie had never met the man likely had zero bearing on how he would look at her, assuming that his heat with her mentor would surely be transferred onto her. So there she stood, Eric Dane nowhere to be found, about to go out and mix it up with an extremely game Kirsty McKinney. There was no way of being sure how Jeff Andrews would factor into the match and the only thing she had to go on was her missing mentor’s obvious distaste for the former leader of the Untouchables. Her nerves are on fire. “Where are you, Eric?” she asked under her breath. There would be no answer. |
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Post by Dylan on Jan 17, 2021 2:03:05 GMT -5
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Post by eddied on Jan 17, 2021 5:58:47 GMT -5
LAST WEEK AT NEW YEAR'S NIGHTMARE 2020(Backstage in the medical room. Eddie D has woken up confused. Armand drops his cigarette butt onto the floor and crushes it out.)Eddie D: Armand? What’s happening?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.... THIS WEEK ON NO MAN'S LAND 2021 PPV THE VIDEO CONTINUES FROM A POINT TWO DAYS LATER(Eddie D is in the local hospital in Melbourne Australia getting his bag packed ready to leave. Hehehe and Hahaha are sat in plastic hospital ward visitor chairs. Hehehe has a welt under each eye and Hahaha has a broken nose)
EDDIE: Guys... Thank you. If you hadn't come in as Armand left and cheered me up... I don't think I would have recovered so fast. Hehehe: We were right, it was going to hurt. Hahaha: It was going to hurt a lot.... EDDIE: How did you know that watching you fight each other was going to make me laugh? Hehehe: We know your sadistic sense of humour by now. When Armand said we should get the knuckle dusters out we knew he couldn't possibly have meant to "teach you a lesson" in the normal sense. Hahaha: We just did some stage combat classes and we thought he must have meant it was that lesson we needed to teach you.
EDDIE: Well you knocking seven colours of shit out of each other certainly gave me a boost. I thought that stage combat was about looking like you're fighting, but not actually doing each other damage? Hehehe: Yeah.... We're not very good yet. (Hahaha's nose randomly starts bleeding again and Hehehe throws him a tissue and Hahaha thanks him.)
EDDIE: When Armand said you were to "teach me a lesson"... He couldn't have meant to give me a beating when I was already headed to hospital?
Hahaha: I mean... If we beat up everyone that failed we'd be on our way to beat up Gabriel and Frostbite next. That would be nuts.
Hehehe: Why would he do that? He's not a vicious evil arch villain from a cartoon.
 (You can see some doubt creeping into Eddie's mind... then he casts the doubt out of his head, shakes his head dismissively and pics up his kit bag.)EDDIE: So, are you guys entering the rumble?Hahaha: You bet, can't wait... You got down to the last few wrestlers last time didn't you? ...any tips?EDDIE: Yep... ...Stay the fuck away from me because KGB or not I'll launch out of that ring like a lawn dart. Nothing personal. Just business. It's anything goes in the rumble and I think I need to get back on winning ways after my bloody defeat last time out.
Hehehe: Hey, we battered ourselves black and blue for your entertainment and that's all the thanks we get?!!EDDIE: Welcome to wrestling gentlemen. Getting battered black and blue for other people's entertainment for little or no respect and thanks... is pretty much how I've lived the last 22 years. Sooner you get used to that, the more useful to the KGB you'll become.
Now call me a cab...
Hahaha: You're a cab?(Eddie grabs HaHaHa by the broken nose and he lets out a huge yelp... HeHeHe thinks about intervening when Eddie grabs him by the ear and hoists them both up from their chairs and pushes them towards the exit.)EDDIE: You can carry my bag... You can call that cab and stop being smart. I have a plane to New York to catch.(Hehehe and HaHaHa begrudgingly make their way out of shot and Eddie eyes up one of the nurses and makes it clear by his body language and expression he finds her attractive. The pretty redhead nurse blushes and gets on with her errands. Eddie gives her a wink and limps after the two goons, buoyed up by the blush and giggle he coaxed out of the nurse.)
#MainEventEddie #KGB #BuyMerch  #staysafe
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Post by thecomedian on Jan 17, 2021 20:01:10 GMT -5
<Fade in to "The Golden God" Rally Jackson in his hospital bed not long after the scaffold match where he took a bad fall. He is being nursed to health by his bodyguard Bryan Gordon.>
Bryan Gordon: So you have a Royal Rumble coming up...
Rally Jackson: And?
Bryan Gordon: How do you think you will do?
Rally Jackson: Pretty well, it'll be kind of hard to lift me over the top, no?
Bryan Gordon: You said that last year yet they still found a way?
Rally Jackson: What are you one of those wrestling nerds that memorizes what happens in every match? Who is in this year's royal rumble anyway?
Bryan Gordon: I have the list. :hands it to Rally::
Rally Jackson: Of course you do. ::looking it up and down::
Psychotic Goth, I'm super familiar with this guy. He's like gothic, but a little bit crazy. He wears eyeliner sometimes, other times he wears the skin of his victims. Some days he wears a cape, other a straight jacket.
The Fairtex Brothers, have fought these two plenty. Tux and I had these two muay thai rejects' number.
Paul Soutter, one of the KGB. Or is he the guy that hired me? He's one of those two things at least.
Frostbite, is that the thing that happens to your dick when it's cold out?
Bryan Gordon: I think you mean shrinkage?
Rally Jackson: Ohh, then I don't know who Frostbite is.
"The Cutest Buddhist" Jonnie Valentine, a stablemate of mine, but growing up a few miles from Christo Redeemo I am conflicted. I guess if I were to be reincarnated I would want it to be as the Bella twins toilet.
Tuxedo Mask, perhaps my toughest adversary. Normally on my side.
Eddie D, I feel like I'm always fighting this guy. If there is one wrestler I could stand next to and not feel out of shape it is him.
Armond von Krauss is a real up and comer.
Bryan Gordon: He says that when he doesn't know who the person is.
Rally Jackson: Rayzor FX sounds like a twitter handle.
RDS2020 sounds like the password to get into Rayzor's account.
Oxford Osland, well I caught Andrew Fulton trying to purchase his underwear on e bay.
Bryan Gordon: He knows this because he uses that site to buy Cristiane Cyborg's.
Rally Jackson: Keith Williams is a real up and comer.
Death Trap, I just fought this cat. Part of the reason I'm in a hospital bed. He never beat me, though. I was eliminated by his already eliminated partner if we're keeping score.
Bryan Gordon: I am, you still have the high.
Rally Jackson: Pequerri Dinosauro, the token luchadore.
HNDRXX, I'm at a loss for words. Is it supposed to be Hendrix? Hindu Roxx? He'd get along with Jonnie Valentine if that is true.
Bryan Gordon: Did you think buddhism and hinduism were the same thing?
Rally Jackson: ::ignoring him:: Benjamin Bolt stole my rastamen gimmick from the 90's. Who else we got?
Bryan Gordon: Hehe
Rally Jackson: Stop laughing, seriously who else?
Bryan Gordon: Haha
Rally Jackson: No more helium for you.
Rajiv Khan, I set this dude's hair on fire. He might be looking for a receipt.
Mohammed Khan, your hair is next.
Bruno, my favorite strip club bouncer. Always looked the other way when I went for extras in the vip room.
The rest of the guys are all great up and comers and men I really need to watch out for.
Bryan Gordon: You didn't even try to sound sincere there. Who do you think the mystery opponent will be?
Rally Jackson: You Bryan, it just might be you.
Bryan Gordon: Really? You really think so? I better get ready!! ::exits::
Rally Jackson: So he picks up on a lack of sincerity but he doesn't detect sarcasm?
<Fade.>
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Post by Isabel Rios on Jan 17, 2021 20:20:43 GMT -5
We cut to a quiet stretch of hallway, somewhere in the bowels of the Amazons Arena, the shot focused on… the floor, apparently. Moving steadily, picking up the sound of footsteps on concrete; a camera man has apparently forgotten to turn his equipment off while heading from one part of the venue to another.
“Hey guy! Over here! Gimme a couple minutes with that thing!”
The footsteps stop and the camera pans up to Isabel Rios, clad in a new set of ring gear for tonight’s festivities; black and red trunks with her last name in silver across the ass of them, paired with a matching low cut sports bra, knee pads and kick pads over amateur style boots, her wrists taped up. She’s clutching a can of High Voltage ™ energy drink, shaking out her legs a little, a light sheen of sweat visible from her pre-match warmup routine.
“C’mon, I wanna make sure I get all this out before my match. Just let me know when- oh, you’re already recording. Jeez, hope you weren’t just coming from the bathroom or something. One sec.”
Isabel holds up a finger with her free hand as she raises the can in the other, chugging back the remaining contents before tossing the can aside over her shoulder.
“Don’t worry, I’ll find a recycling bin when we’re done. Anyway, tonight’s the night! No Man’s Land, SWAT’s gonna give it to ya, big time tournament action! I don’t know if it’s the money on the line, the adrenaline, the excitement or that that was the third can of HV I’ve had tonight but I am pumped the fuck up!”
Isabel is bouncing on the balls of her feet, arms swinging a little, a wide grin plastered across her face.
“And I’m not here for a ‘hit it and quit it’, not tonight. No one and done, I am here tonight looking to run the gauntlet. Three big wins, one nice pretty paycheck and the chance to prove that I am not just one of the elite female competitors back home in NPW but in all of the XHF network.”
Isabel pauses her bouncing, stretching out her neck a little.
“Not to say this won’t be a challenge every step of the way! Blaze Freya, former Amazons Champ and - side note, Jeff Bezos has totally turned ‘Amazon’ from a word that used to mean absolute female badassery to the Walmart of the internet and that sucks. Fucking Scrooge McDuck asshole. Fuck Jeff Bezos.”
Isabel shrugs.
“Tangent over! Blaze, former champ, wild woman of SWAT, loves showing ass and kicking ass and sister, you do you. I’m not here to drop trou, just to drop bombs and it’s your bad luck that you drew me in the opening round. Not saying it out of disrespect, but facts are facts and the fact of the matter is I did not come all the way to New York, New York to just have one match tonight.”
“And after Blaze? Six other women I could possibly run up against, all different threats but all very much threats. Graysie Parker, Kirsty McKinney, Lucky Linda, Rebecca Brookes, Olympia, Mistress Discipline, the possibilities are all fascinating and none of that matters if I don’t get through Freya.”
Isabel moves in closer to the camera, still smiling as she peers into the lens.
“So, tonight I light the Blaze and watch her burn down to the mat. Then whether it’s the suplex sister or the mat wrestling maven, this Columbi-mexi-nadian butt whupping machine is gonna roll in there and take care of business like a goddamn boss. And then, I am gonna sit back, catch my breath, see if Dynamite can blow up a machine, watch thirty muscly men beat each other up for my entertainment and a shot at a title, then lace ‘em up tight one more time and see if I can’t earn myself six figures and a nice piece of notoriety to boot! Let’s go girls, it’s time to make some fucking magic!”
With that Isabel turns, strutting off down the hall, bending to scoop up the discarded energy drink can as she goes. As the shot fades out:
“I have had TOO MUCH caffeine tonight and I FUCKING LOVE IT!”
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