No Man's Land 2021 (Show)

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(The tron shows Psychotic Goth and Vampira are surrounded by green and red mist with hooded goths behind them. He is laughing uncontrollably and chanting in a Seneca Indian dialect.)

Vampira: "Welcome everyone to SWAT Amazons Arena and how appropriate that No Man's Land should be taking place in the very venue that CEO Angela built. How appropriate that this venue where SWAT Amazons was reborn should host this prestigious tournament and the Royal Rumble."

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight in the Royal Rumble ten men shall be entering the ring at intervals and only one shall be standing for a shot at the SWAT World Championship. How appropriate that 'The King of the Goths' shall be leading his gothic army into this battle."

(He laughs maniacally.)

Psychotic Goth: "We got plenty of worthy combatants in this event, Osland, Team Fairtex and, of course, my old friend and rival Pequeno Dinosaurio. Yet there are pathetic losers in this event who aren't even worthy to appear at a children's birthday party. Let alone a circus."

(Psychotic Goth roars in a Seneca Indian dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Yes I'm talking about those two worthless circus rejects HAHAHA! and HEHEHE! They aren't even worthy to be in this event Let alone being in this great promotion SWAT. This is wrestling not a three ring circus."

(He bellows in a Seneca Indian dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Then again what do expect from a desperate attempt by Armand von Crap to target me all because I stole Team Fairtex's stock
to keep them from making the worst mistake in their careers. So in a way I gave them salvation and I made sure that the didn't make the same mistake again."

(Psychotic Goth laughs demonically.)

Psychotic Goth: "Now since those two circus freaks can't win on their own or be able to take me out. Gabriel Tuck and Armand von Sauerkraut needs to give them back up. He orders Eddie D to help them fight their battles for them. Do you really need to do that being your two worthless shitholes can't wrestle let alone keep me down."

(He unleashes a beastly roar.)

Psychotic Goth: "You can make me bleed but I love blood and I love gore. I still rise more meaner and more violent than ever before. That's bad news for you two circus rejects. Is that why you need Eddie D. to take me out to protect your two pieces of trash."

(Psychotic Goth talks again in a Seneca dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Now Pequeno Dinosaurio you earned that last coveted spot in the Royal Rumble. I congratulate you on your victory to earn this spot. I'm more than happy to resume our rivalry in the ring no matter if it's the Royal Rumble. In fact, I sent you a gift to use in the match in order to help teach those three KGB pieces of trash a lesson."

(He signals one of the hooded goths to come forward and he gives him a purple velvet bag.)

Psychotic Goth: "I sent you a purple velvet bag with a gift to use in order to use on Eddie D. and his two painted jackasses. I'll be more than happy to help you beat them up and throw them out of the ring and onto their worthless padded asses."

(Psychotic Goth lovingly caresses the purple velvet bag.)

Psychotic Goth: "You know Frostbite. I would listen to Dylan Black seeing that it took Gabriel Tuck to steal El Combatiente's championship. Imagine Frostbite almost realized his dream if not for Gabriel's and Armand's stupidity and incompetence. He obviously knew something and you should be listening to him. So it's up to you Frostbite if you want to continue to carry Armand's bags and kiss Eddie D.'s ass for the rest of your life. That's your choice and your choice alone."

(He places it over his shoulder.)

Psychotic Goth: "I can just taste that Royal Rumble victory now and that championship title shot. I shall declare myself her champion whether she wants me to be or not. Angela won't regret it."

(Psychotic Goth roars.)

Psychotic Goth: "Pequeno Dinosaurio I shall be more than happy to assist you in dealing with anyone you are fighting and we shall eliminate all in the ring including those three flabby KGB members. Then we can resume our little rivalry until one of us eliminates the other or the victory and that championship shot. At least it would be quite interesting."

(He laughs.)

Psychotic Goth: "How about teaming in the Anzac Cup and who knows we may even win, but I'll leave that decision between you and your valet. Oh and some advice don't ever associate with Armand's bitch....Oh I'm sorry the witch Esmerelda. She's like a poisonous snake or worse a career wrecker wanting to corrupt you and use you until she spits you out and ruins your stellar career. Do you really want that to happen. I don't because I see your potential Pequeno Dinosaurio. Do not disappoint me by falling for Esmerelda's or shall I really say Armand's sale pitch and trap."

(Psychotic Goth lowers his head and extends his arms before flinging his head back revealing his pale hand some goth like looks.)

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight at the Royal Rumble and I'm boldly predicting that I shall be the last one in the ring. However, if not I shall be hoping for Pequeno Dinosaurio to remain in the ring. I'll even make sure that he wins if I can as long as the three KGB freaks are eliminated.
I would love to face you again for the championship in the future. It shall be quite intriguing and full of interest. I can't wait. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall make sure this omen shall come true."

(Heroars as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[h2f]

Mistress Discipline sits cross legged in the middle of a king sized bed in a minimalist hotel room off of the suite of rooms she is to share with Death Trap. Her laptop computer sits open upon the bed in front of her. Her manager, Dr. Chaos, is loudly expressing her frustration while Mistress Discipline nods occasionally.

Mistress Discipline sighs before interrupting her friend. “Chaos, I understand your frustration with the simple mind of my competitor. How they fail to know that MMA is an abbreviation for ‘Mixed Martial Arts’ I cannot say. How my competitor can say that they are not in Mixed Martial Arts and then in the very next words out of their mouths they clarify that they know multiple types of martial arts that they intend to mix… I think they are mentally confused on many levels.”

Dr. Chaos groans. “Yes. It’s like telling the cop that pulled you over that there are no weapons in your car, just a bunch of swords.”

Mistress Discipline laughs once. “More to the point, this is a wrestling match. Her fancy moves are a distraction from what she should be working on. Knowing multiple different fighting styles would not be as concerning as having the self-discipline to study one. To devote time to understand the nuances of the grapple. The physics behind how to wrench someone’s arm without dislocating it. That takes skill. That takes dedication. That takes discipline. Mixing up a series of punches will vary one's attack and make it less predictable sure, but that unpredictably can backfire too. Practice makes perfect and if you mix it up too much, you cannot practice enough to know yourself. Unless my opponent devoted too much time in the gym and not enough learning about the world those fellow gym members lived in. MMA is an overgeneralization of multiple different types of fighting. There is no formal discipline or requirements for participants. Though, perhaps my opponent thought that ‘MMA’ was the group that makes the MMA fights.”

Dr. Chaos snorts in derision. “But it’s like wrestling. There are many feds even within our own XHF that have wrestling and not all the wrestlers use the same form of wrestling. You are a technical and submission expert... and she is… I guess not an MMA fighter. Perhaps she forgot one of the types of fancy fighting when she learned the other?”

Mistress Discipline turned her head to the side considering. “More likely she limits herself to one type of fighting per match. That is bound to be an issue. Her strength is the ability to pull from all styles she knows.”

Dr. Chaos giggles and fakes a weird higher pitched voice with a non-southern accent. “No, no. Today I shall limit myself and only fight with-”

Their conversation is interrupted by a door slamming followed by a long stream of flatulence and a deep masculine sigh. Dr. Chaos is reduced to an uncontrollable fit of giggles while Mistress Discipline looks towards the open door leading to the vestibule of the hotel suite with concern and sets her laptop to the side. His abs precede him into the room as Death Trap takes off his shirt.

In one fluid motion, Death Trap removes his shirt and flings it towards the center of the bed.

Mistress Discipline’s next words are slightly muffled from beneath Death Trap’s shirt. “I believe Death Trap has arrived.”

Death Trap has frozen at the doorway as Dr. Chaos’s giggles become wheezes from trying to breathe while giggling out.

Mistress Discipline removes the shirt from her head and places it next to her own luggage beside the bed. “I am still not a coat rack but I do understand your confusion. It would seem we will be sharing a suite together. Your room is actually on the other side of the living room. I thought you would enjoy the walk-in waterfall shower and set it all up for you.”

Death Trap nods before pointing at the ceiling and yelling. “I blame Mongo!”

Mistress waves her hand in front of her face and scrunches her nose, “I blame Tex-Mex.”

He hastily makes his way from Mistress Discipline’s room to his own, not realizing he left his shirt with her. Dr. Chaos is clearly out of breath from giggling as Mistress Discipline picks the computer up.

Mistress Discipline shakes her head. “I will enter that wrestling ring determined to actually wrestle and I will show that actual wrestling will win actual wrestling matches. Olympia can take her various martial art skills, un-mixed, and shove them into a cage somewhere other than what will be my wrestling ring. Because when I walk into that ring I will show her what actual wrestling is and that I have the self discipline to use all my abilities together, where they are stronger. I came to SWAT to win and that is what I will do. Are there any questions?”

[SWAT Team]

[The show returns from commercials for the Anzac Cup, Super Bowl previews, SWAT Magazine and their streaming service and the latest episode of Timeless Alex Turner's and Roxylishus's reality television show before returning to ringside where fans are holding signs saying "Four Million Dollar Linda!" "I submit to you Rebecca!," "Lucky Linda's Lottery!" and "Rebecca's the champion Killer!" as "The Olympic March" plays and Olympia comes to ringside wearing her SWAT Pan Amazons Women's Championship to cheers with Commandrix and her brothers Rage and Fury. They are dressed in their J-ROK colors and wearing J-ROK masks as required by law and she sits between Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton who are also wearing masks. Commandrix and Rage and Fury stand behind them their arms folded.]

Jeremy Tucker: "Welcome back to No Man's Land and we're being joined former SWAT Superstar and former SWAT Pan and Amazons Women's Champion and present J-ROK star Olympia. She's accompanied by Commandrix and her brothers Rage and Fury. Welcome to No Man's Land."

Andrew Fulton: "Why are these idiots accompanying you. You afraid of the competition."

Olympia: "If you value your health I suggest you show me and my brothers as well as their valet plenty of respect since they heard about your insults about both me and J-ROK."

Andrew Fulton: "Word has it that your stablemates did a KGB on you because you're a loser."

Olympia: "Don't worry they're going to get what's coming to them and they'll wish they hadn't done what they did to me."

Jeremy Tucker: "I can tell you want revenge."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah you won't get it either. Another thing who did you lose both your championships to in SWAT. Yeah it was my girl Blaze Freya and she's going to slap you silly if you two meet again and again. So go back to J-ROK and just let PURE beat you down again."

Olympia: "I'll make sure it doesn't happen."

Jeremy Tucker: "You sure you're in full top condition to compete in this tournament."

Olympia: "I'm healed enough to compete compliments of Commandrix's techniques."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah she must have done her best dominatrix on you."

Olympia: "What did I warn you about insulting my brothers or their valet."

(Rage and Fury slam their hands onto Andrew's shoulders.)

Andrew Fulton: "Okay I'm sorry!"

(Commandrix motions and they let him go.)

Jeremy Tuckers: "Getting to this match which is a rematch from four months ago when 'Lucky' Linda La Fey issued what some thought was a dubious challenge since Maverick's protege, Rebecca Brookes, was the first challenger and she upset Linda for the championship. So this is a rematch long in the making between these two."

Andrew Fulton: "She could have waited for a challenge such as any member of The Hired Killers or even this loser.....oh no 'Lucky' Linda La Fey takes leave of her senses and issue this open challenge to prove her womanhood and machisma and Rebecca Brookes answers the call and flukes her way to a victory and you fluked your way to a victory over Rebecca. Then my girl Blaze demolished you without breaking a sweat."

Olympia: "Yeah and your girlfriend was demolished by Industrial Woman."

Andrew Fulton: "That was a fluke because Blaze wasn't ready."

Olympia: "Yeah and you obviously didn't get any sense knocked into your after that gore Industrial Woman gave you.'

Jeremy Tucker: "Be assured that both Linda and Rebecca are going to be remembering you."

Olympia: "I'm sure we remember each other and it's going to be quite a reunion."

Jeremy Tucker: "Well Linda wants to repeat as No Man's Land winner and 'The California Angel' Rebecca Brookes stands in her way and she wants to face the best. She wants to prove she isn't some one dimensional athlete since she was a converted MMA cage fighter."

Olympia: "That's nothing short of the truth since she gave me a fight, but I wasn't a MMA cage fighter like Rebecca but an Olympic Gold medalist in two different sports, trained to wrestle by Dragonatrix and I worked my ass off to get to where I am today."

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

Frank Salazar: "The following No Man's Land contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Los Angeles, Ca. She comes in at 5'9" and weighs in at 157lbs. She is 'The California Angel' and a former cage fighter and a former SWAT Pan Amazons and SWAT Amazons Women's Champion. Please welcome Rebecca Brookes."

(As "Angel" by Kali Uchis begins to play through the arena, the lights shine a lighter shade of red as Rebecca Brookes steps out from behind the curtain with a large smile on her face and her arms stretched out wide. She slowly spins around to show her ring jacket before making her way to ringside, she walks around the ring and climbing on to the ring apron, standing up and keeping that smile on her face before entering through the middle ropes and climbing onto the turnbuckles she awaits for her opponent.)

Andrew Fulton: "Rebecca's staring daggers at you Olympia. You better watch your back or if you know what's good for you."

Olympia: "I welcome the opportunity. Right now she better concentrate on 'Lucky' Linda La Fey if she knows what's good for her."

Frank Salazar: "Now introducing from Dublin, Ireland. She comes in at 5'5" and weighs in at 131lbs. She is 'The Heart and Soul of SWAT' and also a two time SWAT Amazons Women's Champion and winner of the 2020 No Man's Land Tournament. Please welcome 'Lucky' Linda La Fey."

("Linger" by Cranberries plays and "Lucky" Linda La Fey storms ringside slapping hands and hugging fans before she slides into the ring.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Linda's also staring daggers into both you and Rebecca."

Olympia: "Yeah the typical reaction to former SWAT Superstars who work in rival promotions visiting and competing in open events."

Jeremy Tucker: "You're right since Keith Williams didn't exactly endear himself to the SWAT fans or for that matter Linda La Fey."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah blame Keith for not playing to the fans and being himself. Hell, he used a manly man move named after a great queen to beat that ungrateful peasant."

Olympia: "I agree since an illegal object in the form of a horseshoe is named after a great queen makes his victory great. My husband Xiaolong aka Little Dragon mentioned that since he wrestles in AWF."

Jeremy Tucker: "The referee checks them before the bell rings and this match is underway. They waste no time locking up and Rebecca forces Linda into the ropes and the referee calls and receives a clean break. They circle and lock up again and Linda applies a side headlock and takes her over to the mat and continues to grind it in as they grapple on the mat."

Andrew Fulton: "Rebecca works her way out and counters with a head scissors and Linda makes her way back to her feet and works her way out of the head scissors and pounces onto Rebecca and once again she applies the side headlock and they grapple on the mat again. Imagine Rebecca's struggling on the mat just for me."

Olympia: "I guess that gore Industrial Woman delivered to you while saving your loser ex champion girlfriend hasn't knocked sense into you. They continue grappling in what's considered to be tight circle judo which myself and Rebecca knows a lot about. Right now Linda seems to have learned from her first encounter with Rebecca."

Jeremy Tucker: "They make their way back to their feet and she forces Linda into the ropes. She whips Linda into the ropes and dropkicks her. She lifts Linda up and bodyslams her with authority."

Andrew Fulton: "Rebecca's showing Linda what a real winner is and it's certainly not Linda. Rebecca picks her up and German suplex's her and bridges up but Linda kicks out at one. Linda picks up Rebecca and bodyslams her with authority in turn. She scoops up Rebecca ad does it again and a third time."

Olympia: "Looks like your latest catch is being slapped around by a real champion. Linda whips Rebecca into the ropes and clotheslines 'The California Angel' before moonsaulting onto her for a one count. Linda tosses Rebecca out of the ring and onto the hard concrete floor."

Jeremy Tucker: "Linda bounds into the ropes and continues to gain momentum before going Aer Lingus over the top ropes and wiping out Rebecca into the guard railing. She kips up and thumping her chest and roaring 'Erin go Braugh!' before throwing her back into the ring."

Andrew Fulton: "Same old error goof filled Blah! Blah act just like your obsolete championship belt you keep wearing. Linda sets up Rebecca and exploder suplex's her. She sets her up and executes a second and then a third."

Olympia: "For your information Andy this SWAT Pan Amazon Women's Championship serves as a reminder that there was another championship belt. The SWAT Pan Amazons Championship was a secondary belt that was one of pride and honor. Linda whips Rebecca into the ropes and dropkicks her. She does it a second and a third time. She attempts a bodyslam but Rebecca slips out and German suplex's Linda. She does it a second and third time before making the pin....One...Kickout by Linda."

Jeremy Tucker: "Rebecca once again executes a German suplex and does it three more times before cinching in a lightning quick Crippler Crossface. Linda manages to get to the ropes and Rebecca milks the count before releasing the hold. Rebecca picks Linda up and whips her into the corner and charges in executing a bicycle kicks her."

Andrew Fulton: "Linda stumbles out of the corner and Rebecca belly to belly suplex's her. She picks her up and does it a second and a third time. She makes the cover and hooks the leg ....One .....Two .... Kickout. Rebecca mounts and grounds and pounds Linda who turns her over and returns the ground and pound."

Olympia: "When it comes to grappling and striking Linda is all that and then some. The exception is me and the other thing we have in common is we both don't back away from a fight or a brawl. We also are willing to bleed just to spill blood."

Jeremy Tucker: "That seems to be what you were doing in J-ROK and SWAT respectively. They both rollout of the ring and continue to brawl. Linda whips Brookes into the ringsteps but Rebecca reverses it sending Linda into the ringsteps. Rebecca runs along the ring apron and diving crossbody's Linda and they flyover the ringsteps onto the floor."

Andrew Fulton: "They both are down and struggle to get to their feet. The referee continues to count as Rebecca throws Linda back into the ring. Linda catches Rebecca and snaps her throat on the ropes before turning her around and roars as she pounds on Rebecca's chest several times before throwing her over the ropes back into the ring. Linda executes a Side Irish leg sweep before covering for a close two count."

Olympia: "Linda snapmares and she kicks Rebecca in the back of the head. She attempts an I.R.A Kick but Rebecca blocks it and dragonscrew legsweeps Linda's leg and cinches in a knee bar. Linda struggles to get to the ropes and barely grabs them and Rebecca milks the count before releasing the hold."

Jeremy Tucker: "So far this has been a back and forth match between two rivals. These two have given no ground, quarter or inch with so much at stake."

Andrew Fulton: "Besides, Rebecca proving her victory over Linda was legit and fair. Rebecca's going to be two hundred k richer along with that great man who trained her Maverick."

Olympia: "Thank you long winded Andi Fulton. Rebecca grips Linda in a Thai Clinch with knee strikes that are stiff and hard. I ought to know since I felt those when me and Rebecca fought for the SWAT Amazons Women's Championship and they were somewhat effective. However, The Hired Killers and Team Fairtex along with myself are much better and are more effective and much better and painful than hers."

Jeremy Tucker: "Linda counters with a tie up and both grapple for a throw. They deliver knees each attempting to throw the other."

Olympia: "It works in Rebecca's favor since she is a former MMA cage fighter but anything is possible."

Jeremy Tucker: "Well they continue spinning and grappling for the throw until Linda surprises her and throws her high over the hip and wastes no time grounding and pounding Rebecca who forces her over and returns the ground and pound again. They once again roll across the ring and continue to brawl even after falling out of the ring and getting up. Linda Glasgow Kisses Rebecca hard and both are barely standing."

Andrew Fulton: "Another day in the office for Linda and both are busted open. Rebecca bearhugs Linda and rams her hard into the ring apron does it again and a third time. She rams Linda's head into the ring post and backs up and charges but Linda drops down before Rebecca Stinger splashes her."

Olympia: "Linda looks under the apron and finds a chair. She starts beating Rebecca before throwing her back into to the ring and returns with the chair. Linda waits for Rebecca to get up and swings the chair but Rebecca executes a leaping spinning back kick sending the chair into Linda's face. That was an excellent counter move."

Jeremy Tucker: "I agree. Rebecca uses the chair and beats Linda with it before leaving the ring and finding a Kendo Stick. She starts beating Linda's head with it and Linda's bleeding badly. Now she twirls it in a figure eight as Linda slowly gets up and continues to beat Linda with it
relentlessly and Linda is now bleeding a lot worse."

Olympia: "Decent wrist twirling style weapons kata with that Kendo Stick but I can do it much better with much harder strikes. Rebecca leaves the ring and returns with a pane of glass which she sets up in a corner. She whips Linda into the corner but she stops short."

Andrew Fulton: "Rebecca charges and Linda shoves her into the pane of glass and crashes head first into it. 'The California Angel' is busted open and she's bleeding out as fast as Linda."

Olympia: "Welcome to SWAT Amazons style of wrestling Rebecca."

Jeremy Tucker: "Linda throws Rebecca out of the corner and picks Rebecca up who counters with a knife edge to Linda's throat. She German suplex's and then cinches in a vicious rear naked choke in the center of the ring."

Andrew Fulton: "Rebecca's going to win! Rebecca's going to win! Linda's too far from the ropes and she's struggling to get to them. The referee's checking on Linda who's refusing to submit or tapout."

Olympia: "As long as Linda doesn't give up her back and gives Rebecca the advantage. The referee holds her arm up and it drops once."

Andrew Fulton: "She's out! Ring the bell! Ring the bell!"

Olympia: "Shut up Fulton or my brothers will make sure you do. The referee checks a second time and once again Linda's arm falls. He picks up Linda's arm a third time and drops it but it doesn't go down. She slowly makes her way back to her feet and delivers some elbows before throwing her over her back."

Jeremy Tucker: "She gets on top of Rebecca and she delivers some vicious elbows to her head before delivering yet another ground and pound to the cage fighting Angel. She follows up with a series of vicious knees to Rebecca's ribs."

Andrew Fulton: "Linda sets Rebecca up and positions her for a buckle bomb. She charges and executes it before backing up and charging in to execute a running diving knee into the corner."

Olympia: "Linda positions Rebecca and attempts her Lucky Dip but Rebecca raises her knees and Linda is rolling on the ground. The referee checks and starts the count and Rebecca rolls over and places an arm on Linda.....One.....Two.....Th......No! Linda gets an arm up."

Jeremy Tucker: "Rebecca mounts and grounds and pounds Linda before picking her up and whips her into the corner. She charges in and delivers a vicious running jumping knee strike to Linda's head."

Andrew Fulton: "Linda's finished in this bloodbath. Rebecca whips Linda into the ropes and she makes Linda's California Dreams come true with that bicycle knee strike. She makes the cover and double underhooks the legs.....One.....Two.....Thr....No! Linda gets an arm up."

Olympia: "This has been a back and forth battle all the way. These two want to advance in the No Man's Land Tournament in the worst way possible. Linda and Rebecca start exchanging chops as they make their way back to their feet. They both have the same expression on their faces and it's not one of respect either."

Jeremy Tucker: "They seem to be daring each other to bring it on and they seem to be doing just that and then some. Now they are really letting their fists fly and they are both on wobbly legs and they still are exchanging lefts and rights."

Andrew Fulton: "Rebecca and Linda headbutt each other and they finally fall to the canvas unconscious. The referee is checking on both of them and starts the count. They begin to stir as the referee continues to count and Linda makes it back to her feet first."

Olympia: "Linda goes to a corner and waits for Rebecca to get to her feet and waits psyching herself up by beating her chest snarling and growling as Rebecca gets back to her feet and turns. Linda roars and charges unleashing a brough kick and spins and drops down and makes the cover and double underhooks the legs.....One....Two....Three."

Frank Salazar: "Your winner at 20minutes. 'Lucky' Linda La Fey."

Jeremy Tucker: "'Lucky' Linda La Fey advances to the next round in the No Man's Land Tournament while avenging her loss to Rebecca Brookes four months ago. It was a classic SWAT Amazons match and an early Match of the Year candidate."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah...Yeah....Yeah. Linda channels her inner Radu Matei in order to beat the real winner and former cage fighter Rebecca Brookes. Well she won't be so lucky when she meets her next opponent in the next round for that cool two hundred large moolah."

Olympia: "Hopefully I'm the one she gets to face in the ring so I can even the score and unleash nothing short of Merciless Aggression."

Jeremy Tucker: "Linda's going over to Rebecca who is about to leave the ring. She extends her hand and talks to her. They shake hands and embrace before Rebecca leaves and Linda acknowledges the fans before she leaves."

Andrew Fulton: "Linda's glaring at you Olympia and she's mouthing at you and I bet she's hoping you advance in the tournament."

Olympia: "I'll face Linda in the ring anytime, anyplace and at any event she wants."

Jeremy Tucker: "Well we thank you for being out here and good luck in No Man's Land."

Olympia: It was a great honor being here and I plan on winning both the tournament and the money."

Andrew Fulton: "You have as much chance to win as Angela has in controlling SWAT."

Jeremy Tucker: "You know Angela. She comes up with plenty of surprises. Right now we have to go to a commercial break but we'll be back with more SWAT action."

(The show slowly fades to black.)

[Jesse Jamester]

Journey to ‘No Man’s Land’


Standing on the side of the highway next to a broken down truck, was that of the one and only iguana-faced fucker from Northern Pro Wrestling, Jesse Jamester. While masked upon most matches in NPW, Jesse did not wear his gimmick in public. Little known fact, he preferred not wearing it at all, but the sales for those damn masks were through the roof; a man’s gotta eat.

Hood popped open on his black rusted out Ford F-150, Jesse was looking at the radiator. It appeared to be foaming up white liquid and blowing smoke like a vape shop full of millennials. Shaking his head in frustration, he knew this was just one of the many things that could have gone wrong.

For as reliable as the truck had been, and boy, had it -- the death of this truck was inevitable. Jesse had been driving this specific vehicle since 1999, and it had seen everything. Coast to coast in Canada, the United States, a few trips to Mexico, and a boat trip across the pacific even. Ole’ betsy had served her purpose ten fold, and the frugal Jesse Jamester, was about to have to pony up if he wanted to make it to New York for the SWAT pay-per-view, 'No Man’s Land.'

Somewhere on I-80 near Buffalo, New York, Jesse sat in the driver seat, dialing a number on his smartphone. He knew someone near, just an hour out from Buffalo city.

“Hey, long time no talk--- yeaaaaaaaah, I broke down on I-80. Radiator’s shot. Any chance you’re able too pick me up?” Jesse asks, and while the voice on the other end is not heard, it sounds promising from the way Jesse responds. “Thanks! I’ll leave the blinkers on and keep warm. See you soon.”

Getting out to shut the hood, Jesse slid back into the driver’s side and hit the four way lights. Truck was still warm, probably due to overheating, but the weather of the lake effect would change that soon.

Sitting back, he waited. Much of his wrestling career was the same. Waiting for his name to be called to come up and take the reigns. It wasn’t an expectation of his, more so a formality of his work ethic always dictating he would be a reliable cash cow for any promoter. Jesse was thrusted into more main events before he was 25 than most guys about to retire, ever saw.

Patience. A virtue, and a hell.

Little known fact, the pulse of wrestling didn’t live and die in Canada. Not even close. Above all else, Jesse knew that to take the wrestling world by the horns, he would need to do more. Every appearance would matter, be for a purpose, and more than just another championship belt. SWAT just so happened to be the opportunity that came first.

Suffice to say, Joseph Mack was a thorn in the proverbial ass that Jesse couldn’t ignore. See, Mack still was hung up on some words the two had prior to their tag team contest in NPW. That of which, Mack’s partner took the beating of a lifetime in, and racked up another tally in the L column. Jesse and Joseph would undoubtedly be a pair that didn’t play well together come the rumble.

Mack was no slouch, and Jesse knew that. His interaction with the hoss showed Jesse there was still hungry talent looking to etch their name in the annals of wrestling history. Unfortunately for Mack, it wasn’t going to be at The Canadian Nightmare’s expense.

Crossing over the unmarked barrier between the highway, a shiny new dodge lifted truck pulls up in front of Jesse’s. Grabbing a duffel bag and a briefcase from behind his seat, Jesse turns off his blinkers, locks the doors, and enters the other vehicle. Pulling out and driving off into the cold harsh winter of the Apple Sate.

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Later that Day 

Arriving nearly 8 hours later to the Amazon Arena, Jesse Jamester was tucked away in a suite in the skybox of the arena. His own personal locker room - that he commandeered for the show. Locker room etiquette was that the good guys had their own locker room, and the bad guys had theirs. Outside talent normally gelled somewhere in the two, with a mutual friend.

Unfortunately, the mutual friend wasn’t here yet. Instead, Jesse found his own place, and it had a great view. Like watching from the cheap seats below it, it offered a glass view of the whole arena; the ring itself was already set up and fans were piling in for the evening event. However, the room came with amenities that screamed luxury. A face-time television, with 8k crisp camera and display to watch the show like you were at home. A full stocked mini fridge under the TV, with a coffee table in front of a sectional leather couch. Not a lick of this meant anything to Jesse Jamester, who was found lacing his boots up on the coffee table, as he geared up for the evening’s card.

No Man’s Land was staked with matches from all over the wrestling landscape. The amount of sheer bodies getting thrown through the air and landing outside the ring later that night, would be worth the ticket price. The elimination bout that would see 30 stars tango, with the winner getting a chance at the covenant SWAT Championship. The stakes were high, and nobody could be trusted. For a talent like Jesse Jamester though, this event suggested a freedom away from the pack he had traveled with in NPW. All respect was earned, but with such a heavy handed force like the Syndicate, it was not uncommon for Jesse to be tied to his comrades in every baited breath of his foes.

Turning on the television after finishing the laces on his boots. Jesse toggled through the settings, until the TV display showed “Live Link” and clicked on it. The screen showed a mirror of the room, and options sprung up to zoom in or out, change the background of the room, and immerse the fans in their own wrestling excitement.

Smirking, Jesse stood up, cracking his neck. The beard and long dirty brown hair gave the look of a homeless man, and the toothy smirk didn’t do that look any favors. However hobo-like, Jesse was built like a farmer who bailed hay all day, yet battle-worn. Scars littering his back, abdomen, and arms. Tattoos covered most of his upper body; and as he slid his black vest on, the silver double J pistol emblem glistened under the light. Looking at the TV, Jesse naturally stood up and moved closer, taking control of the scene he created. Grabbing wrist tape, he begins to wrap his left wrist.

Jesse Jamester: Welcome to the longest night of your lives!

Cheeky in his approach, Jesse flashes his steel blue eyes at the camera as he continues to wrap the wrist back to mid forearm.

Jesse Jamester: If you have been living under a rock, or just don’t know your head from your ass, then let me introduce myself. I hail from Calgary, Alberta Canada, from the Great Northern Pro Wrestling company ran by Gus Arnold. Running the gambit with a group of sharks called THEE Syndicate, I have been called many names…

Clearing his throat.

Jesse Jamester: The Lizard King, Iguana-faced-fuck, Potato Thunder God Apprentice, the Mayor of Madness, the Nemesis Warrior, the Jackal, the Canadian Nightmare, and the fastest rising threat to return to wrestling in 2020; I am the one, the only, Jesse Jamester.

Bowing as he pauses to recognize himself, Jesse puts his hands up and waves the imaginary fans away.

Jesse Jamester: No no, you’re too much - please, keep the questions for the end, I will answer each and every one of them, Scout’s honor. I know, that’s a lot to take in - so give yourself a moment, wrap your head around this 40 plus year old man, who still is hanging in there with the young crop of corn fed freaks the circus found unemployed during the pandemic. Yeah, I know, I didn’t think I would be here either, yet, here we are.

Cracking his neck, Jesse stands up straight, as though the cracking of his neck woke him up.

Jesse Jamester: Damn that feels good! Now down to business, and damn do I like business - because it keeps the bills paid and it keeps the machine running. What you all have come to No Man’s Land for, was a pipe dream, and one you were sold by the very best at being the sleazy car dealer type, that being SWAT’s owner. For all you guys who have taken your time to show up here tonight thinking there was a chance your name was getting the push - I’m sorry to hit the brakes on your ride, but that was a fantasy, and I need you to wake up now!

Slapping his hands together, a loud CLAP noise is heard throughout the room and on the camera. Jesse looks out the window and notices the camera is airing on the tron, and fans are watching as they make their way to their seats.

Jesse Jamester: I should address the elephant in the room, and my, is he one ever. Joseph Mack-afelli, my brother from another mother. How have you been since we last met? Still taking on challenges you aren’t equipped to succeed at I see? Well, I suppose we all must have our tribulations; word to the wise, it doesn’t have to be like this.

Winking, Jesse scoffs jokingly and shakes his head.

Jesse Jamester: NOT LIKE THAT, AYE?! No Joe, I was talking about your match at the Cruiser Weight Cup against Eric Dane, yeah, it didn’t have to be like that. You decided to insert yourself into a situation that you would not win. (shrugging) That alone has forced me to come here and take matters into my own hands! This Rumble I’m softening you up and sending you back with more bruises and bumps than you’re going to know what to do with. Kid, you got an heir of confidence about you, that semi makes me like you -- but then your mouth opens, and like a mosquito buzzing around my head, I am annoyed.

Spitting on the floor of the suite, Jesse eyes up the camera, using his free hand to man the remote and zoom in on his face.

Jesse Jamester: What if you don’t make it to night three of the Cruiser Weight Cup? What if tonight, here in New York, we send Joseph Mack to the well one last time, and see if he can survive the onslaught of the Syndicate? (Putting a fist up) You would love that wouldn’t you Joe? More ammunition to throw in my face about how I can’t do anything without it being for Eric Dane? You never understood  doing business did you; mutually aligning yourself with people who can help benefit your career?  It's like having a private jet on stand-by compared to waiting at the airport preparing to ride coach. One breeds character, while the other breeds thee best!

Adjusting the view, Jesse zooms out a bit. The camera now focuses on his upper body as he turns on his heel.

Jesse Jamester: 28 other men in this match, so I won’t bore you all with the do’s and don’ts nor focus anymore on Joseph Mack. He knows I have his number. (spits) Syndicate Wrestling and Tradition, something I can relate to. Grew up in this business, watching people come and go, it all blurs together but somewhere a long time ago, I use to see people give a silly-fuck about Wrestling and Tradition. What I have seen so far of SWAT tells me I can expect more of the same return to that belief system. Maybe even on this fateful night, SWAT will find a new outlaw to call it’s future champion. One worthy, of being a face that can represent their traditions all over the world.

Jesse’s eyebrows raise up, making him look even more like a looney bin patient who escaped.

Jesse Jamester: The question on every one’s mind is why did I enter this Rumble? What did I have to prove that would bring me over to SWAT? Maybe a man’s gotta eat, and this was a nice pay day for the ole’ Canadian Nightmare. What if I was bored? Would it matter an iota? I don’t think so. What we do know is… this isn’t personal, it’s just business, and the SWAT roster has an unknown variable to look out for.. Wrap’em up tight boys, I’m goin’ make you earn it. Blood, sweat, and sacrifice. Be prepared to spill them all tonight.

Clicking the power button on the remote, the TV goes off, and the feed cuts from the tron. The image of Jesse Jamester staring into the soul of the SWAT universe with those blue perils, sent chills down the spines of fans. The comfort of this menacing personality was here, and all their locker room favorites were in for the night of their lives.

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(Team Fairtex is in their locker room all warmed up for the Royal Rumble and are beginning to psyche themselves up their wives The Hired Killers standing next to them. The door opens and The Hired Killers draw their Glocks as Warren W. Webber enters the locker room shocked with his hands up.)

Tong Fairtex: "Put your Glocks away it's only Warren W. Webber."

Phantam Fairtex: "How about a warning shot to keep him from asking stupid questions."

(Tong glares at Phantam who rolls his eyes.)

Phantam Fairtex: "Sorry bro."

Jade: "Your money and our time."

Kim: "Too bad we really wanted to take it out on someone."

Tong Fairtex: "Sorry about that Triple W but our wives are pissed off about not being able to get an XHF tag team championship match and Jade is really pissed by Olympia stealing her spot in No Man's Land not that she would have settled for a cool two-hundred grand."

(Jade glares at her husband but he just shrugs his shoulders)

Warren W. Webber: "Well you can't have everything I guess."

(The Hired Killers glare at him and Triple W gulps nervously.)

Warren W. Webber: "Anyway, what do you think of the ten opponents in the Royal Rumble."

Tong Fairtex: "You know the field of ten looks more interesting and volatile since you have RDS and Rayzor wanting to settle their issues. Yu have fatso Jackson, who should just sit it out and try to lose a few ounces of that whale blubber but of his."

Phantam Fairtex: "Of course there's some with real weird names such as Oxford Osland and Hyxxrixx or whoever he is that makes excuses before he wrestles and cries conspiracy if he loses."

Tong Fairtex: "Then there are the freaks of nature who come from this failure of a circus called Krimson Karnival named HAHAHA! and HEHEHE!, who love to terrorize little old ladies, poor helpless women and the kill them for stock shares. Well guess what you two circus clowns. We're not a couple of helpless stock holders."

Phantam Fairtex: "That's former since Psychotic Goth stole them and gave them to CEO Angela."

Tong Fairtex: "Thanks for the reminder."

Warren W. Webber: "What do you think of the respect that your ally Psychotic Goth has for Pequeno Dinosaurio."

Tong Fairtex: "Look Psychotic Goth knows someone with great wrestling skills when he sees them and he obviously saw a lot of talent in Pequeno Dinosaurio. In Hardkore Britain he teamed with someone he felt as a soulmate named Bryan Warrior. They were tag team champions in that area several times over. Psychotic Goth went into rage when that area closed. He's shown Pequeno Dinosaurio respect and he always means it."

Phantam Fairtex: "We know him and he always proves that he pays a debt back and he keeps his word."

Warren W. Webber: "Which leaves you two."

Tong Fairtex: "Us two. Us two."

Warren W. Webber: "You two."

Phantam Fairtx: "You two. You two."

(The Hired Killers draw their Glocks anxious to shoot him but Tong restrains them.)

Tong Fairtex: "Don't kill that asshole since he has to be irritating."

(They put their Glocks away glaring at Warren W. Webber.)

Tong Fairtex: "That's Team Fairtex. We're not Us two."

Phantam Fairtex: "We're not You two."

Tong Fairtex: "We are Team Fairtex. We are one of the best tag teams in SWAT and anywhere in the XHF, but some consider us unworthy and don't show us any respect."

Phantam Fairtex: "That's right we plan on going into the Royal Rumble and we plan on winning no matter if it is Tong or Myself. You think we don't have a plan to win. We always have a plan to win and being we're brothers. We can execute our plan perfectly compared to the others who just break up or quit because they can't steal glory without earning their way."

Tong Fairtex: Look at the losers who came and went with their tails between their asses. Where's O-Z."

Phantam Fairtex: "Where's K-Jack and his dumb clumsy partner."

Team Fairtex: "GONE!"

Warren W. Webber: "What if you win the Royal Rumble."

Tong Fairtex: "One of us can demand anything we want, anytime we want and anywhere at any show we want."

Phantam Fairtex: "That's all you need to know Triple W."

Warren W. Webber: "If Angela asked one of you to be her champion would you accept."

Tong Fairtex: "So far she hasn't asked us and we have no intention unless she does and if there's something for us."

Phantam Fairtex: "So don't make stupid things up since that makes us even more motivated to beat up someone up."

Tong Fairtex: "That's all you need to know Triple W and this interview is over. We're out of here."

(Team Fairtex and The Hired Killers leave glaring at Warren.)

Warren W. Webber: "Team Fairtex looks like they want to beat up someone. Guys back to you."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

[Old Line Jeff]

“Mic check.”

*tap tap tap squeal*

“Been a while. We good?”

[Five years ago, this wouldn’t have been necessary.]

[ A barrel chested man with a weatherbeaten bald pate and a scruffy beard looms over a podium. His voice is as leathery as his bald head is, with a distinctive, almost-but-not-quite West Virginia drawl.]

“One of the things that makes these events harder for me than they need to be is that, well, I used to be kind of a big deal. And by kind of, I mean absolutely, and by big deal, I mean King Fuck of Shit Mountain. As for what happened to me and why I’m not, well, I suspect that’s gonna get gradually hashed out over the course of a year or so. In the meantime, I gotta take my ego in my hand and sit down and actually go to the trouble of explaining to everyone who I am, what my presence means, and what I’m doing. I miss the gasps of excitement that I used to get, I miss the muttering as I walk past and know people are worrying about what I’m gonna do or say next. But we’ll get there. I guaran-goddamn-tee it.”

“The other thing is, it ain’t just about me no more. No manager worth his salt doesn’t love saying words in the direction of a camera. I mean, hell, most managers are either people who just didn’t have the innate athleticism required to actually get in the ring, or for whatever reason, just can’t - or won’t - do the getting anymore. And when you’re a manager, it… it changes the way you look at things, the way you look at other people. And I’m describing myself. When I say stuff about guys who can’t jump in the ring like they could back in the day, I’m talking about myself.”

“If you’ve heard of me, and there’s still a few, a very few, people around who’ve heard of me, you might know that I’ve always been a promoter at heart. I get more of a thrill out of promoting that title match that draws in 90 thousand people than I do out of being in the ring in front of that many. And I can honestly say that I’ve done both. But being a manager is still different from being a promoter. When you’re the man who signs the paychecks, there’s got to be a certain element of neutrality there. But… I don’t have to do that now.”

“So here goes nothing.”

“My name is Jeff Andrews, and I was once dubbed ‘The Man’.”

[And now you have a name to put to that surly scruffy face.]

[Jeff Andrews.]

“Now, I got my hooks back into the business over in Northern Pro. I’m managing The New Untouchables, Jeffrey Daniels and Lee Scott Roth-les… Rothuls…. Lee R. The Untouchables is one of those things that mattered back when I mattered, you see. Doesn’t matter yet. Gonna get back up there soon. But it’s a stable, not just a tag team. Now Jeffrey and Lee, they’ve been around the block a few times, I’m taking a much lighter hand with them. But this young lady… c’mon out, why don’t ya.”

[And a young blonde woman jogs out to join Jeff Andrews. Because he takes up the entirety of the space behind it, she stands next to it.]

“This is Kirsty McKinney. And I know y’all aren’t gonna believe this on account of how purdy she is, but she’s the state champion of her weight class in West Virginia. And before anyone starts up about how the only female wrestling champs are in the lightweight divisions, she won at one hundred forty, so miss us on that garbage. Little lady, show ‘em what you can do.”

[Kirsty McKinney steps in behind Jeff Andrews, wraps both arms around his waist, and somehow, his feet rise up into the air and stay there.]

“I found this young woman while I was trying to find local talent in West Virginia, you know, in the early days of the Kung Flu when they had interstate travel locked down and none of my regulars could make it to work. Alright, let me go.”

[Kirsty McKinney takes a deep breath, bends her knees, and then with an explosion of energy, somehow lofts the 260ish pound man over her shoulders in a release german suplex. A light sparkle of sweat on her brow now, she smiles brightly, white teeth sparkling and shoulders heaving.]

[Jeff Andrews, for his part, climbs to his feet as though he didn’t just take a german suplex onto a hardwood floor. He dusts himself off, adjusts his leather jacket, and returns to the microphone.]

“This is where we’ve gotten in nine months of training. Nine months.”

[He stares out at the assembled press hard as though daring anyone to say anything.]

“Now Gus Arnold, the NPW promoter, he saw Kirsty’s dark matches, the couple shows she did in A*P that never happened, the tours around the West Virgina and later Ohio and Kentucky small towns where she suplexed and pretzelized the skinnyfat gaptoothed locals. See, when I say she’s a master wrestler, she’s a rookie at pro wrestling, but she’s a master at freestyle. You ask her, she’d say a master at real wrestling. Nine months is a short training time, but when she can already twist people into mobility-denying whatsits, tip them over for a pin and then sit there til she’s damn well ready to let them up, you’re well on your way whether you know a scoop slam from a powerslam. And thanks to me, she damn well knows the difference between them, and we’re working on that ‘real’ wrestler’s arrogance thing. But anyway…”

“Gus Arnold, he recommended me and her over here to SWAT for this amazon’s tourmanent or what have you. Told me it would be a good way for Kirsty to debut, get some extra eyes on her, no cure for stage fright like just getting out there and taking your lumps. THEN he told me she was getting Graysie Parker in the first round.”

“Well, I don’t know the details of exactly what Graysie’s done, but I know good and damn well where she came from. See, her mentor, Eric Dane? He and I go way, way back.”

“We can get into the fine points of what happened later, but he and I co-ran the best promotion I was ever affiliated with. Then… well, then a woman came between us. Sounds kinda funny and maybe a little homoerotic when I put it like that, dunnit? But I told him what she was, and he didn’t listen because she was useful, and I left in disgust and she filled the place with her friends and touchy feely safe space bullshit until the place went against everything Dane and I founded it for, and then after she’s done that he wandered the fuck off out of apathy and starts tooling around in all these other places. If I’d known in 2012 that in 2021 Defiance would stand as the last bastion of Primetime fucking Central style wrestling, I’d have shot every last one of us to make it not happen and spare our descendents the shame. As for Graysie? Well, aforementioned woman had a wrestling school, and Graysie’s one of her proglodytes. Is it personal? Kinda-sorta. I’d like to say it doesn’t have to be, but frankly, it does.”

“I know that Graysie’s got that power wrestling style, and I know she’s rocking a ten on the power meter while Kirsty’s rolling about an eight, maaayyybee an eight point five. I also know that Eric Dane’s going to start his mind games by no-showing the match and pretending he doesn’t care that I’m involved, even if it results in Graysie getting run over by a bus, and well, I’ll totally tell Kirsty to back that bus up over her so she can run her over a third time because I’m actually very petty and fuck every single thing that exists within ten degrees of her. And I assure you people gathered here, Eric Dane wherever he is, and for that matter Graysie herself, that Kirsty will do things with that proverbial bus that would give Boss Hogg nightmares.”

“And no, we’re not taking questions. Wait til Graysie Parker’s funeral for those.”

[Abrupt exit.]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : After an exciting kick off to the tournament, we’re continuing right along with round one and the brass has spared no expense bringing in only the best talents in the world for this Amazon’s Tournament!

Andrew Fulton : Get off their dick Jerry, sure we have a great match coming up between a former SWAT Amazon’s Champ and one of Fireside’s brightest stars, but let’s focus on that and not your kissing the boss’s ass.

Jeremy Tucker : Focus on the match? Are you ok? Wait…you just want to get back to staring at the Amazons don’t you?

Andrew Fulton : Shut up! I mean, Frank is about to start!

[Shifting to the ring, SWAT’s own Frank Salazar is center ring and ready to get this second round one matchup underway.]

Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a round one match in the No Man’s Land Amazons Tournament! Introducing first…hailing from Raleigh, North Carolina…she is Mistress Discipline!

["The Planets Op. 32: IV. Jupiter- Bringer of Jollity" by Gustav Holst begins to play on the arena speakers.

The lights dim slightly and a spotlight appears on the stage, fans roar in anticipation.]

Jeremy Tucker : Here comes Fireside’s own Mistress Discipline making her way to the ring.

[Mistress Discipline steps onto the stage and takes a moment to adjust the high collar and neckline of her signature blue blouse. ]

Andrew Fulton : That is definitely not what I was expecting. My mistresses usually have a lot more leather. Like a lot more. Like this one time…

[Content she is covered up properly and her hair primmed to an almost perfection she takes just a moment to hear her fans cheer before she begins making her way to the ring.]

Jeremy Tucker : Can you stop? That’s a serious question.

Andrew Fulton : But you didn’t hear about the best part! The part about where she put the ping pong balls or how many!

Jeremy Tucker : That sounds horrible, how is any of that ‘the best part’…

Andrew Fulton : No no no…not the best part, ‘the best part’. It’s what she called her vagina!

[The Olympic Theme plays and the Tron screen shows an American Flag waving before fading to the Olympic flag as the word ‘Olympia’ is shown. The SWAT fans begin showing their appreciation for the returning former Champion.]

Jeremy Tucker : And mercifully, an interruption, here she comes! Former Olympic Gold Medalist AND former SWAT Amazons Champion…Olympia!

Andrew Fulton : A favourite of mine, I hated to watch her leave but loved to watch her walk away!

Jeremy Tucker : A world class athlete and competitor and of course that’s what you say…

[Olympia walks towards the ramp way with her head bowed down low as red, white and blue pyros explode. She stands there and then lifts her head slowly before marching down the ramp way. She removes the American flag and folds it with respect before doing the same with the Olympic flag and gives it to the ring attendant. ]

Jeremy Tucker : Olympia paying her respects…

Andrew Fulton :I’d respect her right in the…

Jeremy Tucker : Just stop!

[She enters the ring and bows to all corners with respect and honouring the ringsiders before taking off her jacket revealing a red, white and blue MMA combat halter with the Olympic symbol on the front, tight red, white and blue MMA fighting trunks with USA on the front and red, white and blue wrestling boots with red, white and blue tassels.]

Jeremy Tucker : Olympia as always showing her national pride, representing the United States of America

Andrew Fulton : ‘Murica!!!

[She takes off her gold medals and gives them and her jacket to the ring attendant. She tests the ropes and stares down Mistress Discipline with intensity and purpose.]

DING! DING!! DING!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Both ladies start out circling center ring. Collar and elbow tie up. This should be a technical clinic. Both jockeying for position and neither gets the upper hand…

[Breaking the lockup, there’s a light applause from the fans.]

Andrew Fulton : Obviously evenly matched, so the only way for me to decide this is to take each of them out.

Jeremy Tucker : Obviously the only fair way. A second lockup….Olympia pulls a headlock…hip throw headlock take over. Now a leg scissor counter from Mistress Discipline and both ladies roll back to their feet.

Andrew Fulton : That leg strength…

Jeremy Tucker : Exactly….wait…lockup for the third time, this time it’s Mistress Discipline grabbing a side headlock takeover! Olympia struggling, now a leg scissor escape of her own and we’re back to standing once again!

[The crowd claps for the display of chain/catch as catch can wrestling. But Andrew Fulton practically sighs into his headset.]

Andrew Fulton : Boring! Where’s the flash? The sizzle?!

[No sooner does Fulton’s words leave his mouth than the competitors lock up for a third time. Pushing up the left arm of Mistress Discipline, Olympia ducks behind grabbing a waist lock and immediately goes for a German suplex only to have the attempt blocked.

Mistress Discipline lands a back elbow that halts a second German suplex attempt, but a second elbow is ducked by Olympia turning Mistress Discipline around…]

Jeremy Tucker : There’s your sizzle! These ladies are turning up the heat and listen to that crowd! What a series of moves! Counter for counter, Olympic Slam!!! Olympia on top!

…….1…

………………2…

Jeremy Tucker : Kickout at two! What a shocker that would have been had she got her right there! Olympia would be wise to stay on her!

Andrew Fulton: I can agree to that!

Jeremy Tucker : Olympia pulling her to her feet…snap suplex and float over!

……….1…

Jeremy Tucker : Just a one count there! Olympia looking to wear down Mistress Discipline. Back to the feet and a European uppercut from the Olympic gold medalist!

[Reeling back from the uppercut, Mistress Discipline stumbles back into the far corner of the ring! Olympia follows her in and lands a echoing knife edge chop that draws ‘Woooo’s” from half the crowd and grimaces from the other.]

Jeremy Tucker : What a knife edge chop from Olympia and now she sends Mistress Discipline into the opposite corner…stinger splash!!! What’s she thinking now?!

[Placing Mistress Discipline onto the top turnbuckle, Olympia threatens to cave in Mistress Discipline’s chest with another thunderous chop that draws cheers from the SWAT faithful before climbing the turnbuckle herself!]

Jeremy Tucker : We’ve seen this before! She’s thinking top rope Frankensteiner!

Andrew Fulton : No! Oh my god!

[Reversing the move, Mistress Discipline turns it into a sitting bomb! The crowd is going crazy and the announcers are all over the moment!]

Jeremy Tucker : What a desperation counter by Mistress Discipline! The shoulders are down!

Andrew Fulton : I had a hundred on Olympia!

…..1….

………….2……..

……………….kickout!

Jeremy Tucker : That was two and a half at least! Now both ladies are down. This is a best case scenario for Mistress Discipline…she needs to recover and capitalize on the tremendous power bomb that almost won her the match just now!

Andrew Fulton : Well duh Mr. Expert…This tournament is bringing out all the stops and this is only the first round! This is why SWAT is THE top promotions in the world!

[Mistress Discipline finally regains her footing on her own and is greeted by Olympia who lands another European uppercut that sends her back into the ropes.]

Jeremy Tucker : Both ladies back to their feet now and there’s a rocking European uppercut from Olympia that send Mistress Discipline into the ropes! Oh! Big forearm smash of her own to Olympia…Olympia off the ropes and big lariat attempt is ducked by the Mistress! Oh!

Andrew Fulton : Holy shit!

[Ducking the lariat, Mistress Discipline uses quick thinking and equally quick reflexes honed arranging index cards to blast Olympia with a stiff bicycle knee square to the jaw, crumpling the form Amazons Champion!]

Jeremy Tucker : She calls that the ‘Final Bell’!

Andrew Fulton : Olympia is flat on her back! Get on top of her!

[Granting Fulton’s request, albeit likely not in the way he was hoping. Mistress Discipline pauses just a moment to shake the cobwebs out before covering Olympia…]

………..1…

………………….2…….

……………………………….Kickout!

Jeremy Tucker : Kickout at two! Had she hooked the leg maybe she’d have gotten the win!

Andrew Fulton : Give her a break!

Jeremy Tucker : Just pointing out that not hooking the leg and that split second delay by Mistress Discipline might have cost her there! You seem to have landed firmly in the corner of Mistress Discipline…

Andrew Fulton The hot librarian thing is doing it for me, what can I say?

[Both ladies are feeling the effects of the high impact offence the tournament format has forced each of them into. As Mistress Discipline and Olympia regain their footing, Olympia fires off a stiff forearm shot which is returned in kind by Mistress Discipline. Soon both are throwing strikes and the fans are eating it up cheering on both competitors!]

Jeremy Tucker : Listen to that crowd, they are loving this Amazons action!

Andrew Fulton : Them, me, you…everyone is loving this! Especially, ME!

Jeremy Tucker : Mistress Discipline gaining the upper hand…big European uppercut from Olympia sends the Mistress reeling. Irish whip to the far corner…a clothesline in the corner! Olympia is feeling it!

Andrew Fulton : I am ‘feeling’ it too.

[Charging out of the corner with a head of steam, Olympia looks to decapitate Mistress Discipline with a second clothesline!]

Jeremy Tucker : Mistress Discipline ducks…Ranhei! What a reversal! Olympia’s shoulders are down!

Andrew Fulton : A ran what now?

…….1….

………………2……

…………………………..3!!!

Jeremy Tucker : She got her! What a counter! What a match! Both of these Amazon Warriors went above and beyond here tonight!

Andrew Fulton : Even I have to admit that was impressive!

Frank Salazar : Your winner and advancing to the semi finals….Mistress Discipline!!!

["The Planets Op. 32: IV. Jupiter- Bringer of Jollity" by Gustav Holst begins to play on the arena speakers once again as the crowd cheers on the effort given by both women.]

Jeremy Tucker : A great win by Mistress Discipline but it’s out of the frying pan and into the fryer as she takes on SWAT’s own Lucky Linda who bested Rebecca Brookes in the tournament opener. And if these two matches have been any indication…tonight’s tournament will be tightly contested and full of the type of hard hitting and high impact action that only SWAT’s Amazons can deliver!

Andrew Fulton : Look Olympia is gonna get her!

Jeremy Tucker : Don’t do it Olympia!

[Olympia is indeed back to her feet, standing behind a modestly celebrating Mistress Discipline. Backing into her opponent, Mistress Discipline turns ready for a fight as the crowd roars anew…]

Jeremy Tucker : She’s extending her hand! What a classy display by the former Amazons Champion!

[Unsure for a moment, Mistress Discipline looks to the crowd for support and maybe even an answer as she considers the war each had just brought to the other. Slowly she reaches out and shakes Olympia’s hand to a roar of approval from the SWAT faithful!]

Andrew Fulton : Classy smassy…she lost…who cares.

Jeremy Tucker : As always you’re a picture of decorum and sportsmanship…

Andrew Fulton : Damn straight!

Jeremy Tucker :Well folks, we have plenty of action still to come tonight as this huge Amazons tournament continues, plus we have your SWAT World Champion in action and who could forget…The No Man’s Land Royal Rumble?! Don’t go anywhere!

[Kyle]

Bags under his bleary eyes, the SWAT Universal Sin Champion doesn't look like he's slept. The high pixel quality of the smartphone's camera offers an unfettered glimpse at Keith Williams without a filter. Every wrinkle, freckle, jagged eyebrow hair, and blemish is visible to be dissected by those obsessed. In bed, Keith Williams remains wide awake as the woman next to him snores, completely passed out and unaware. Her face isn't shown, only the back of her blonde head and her curvy, perfect ass that peeks out from underneath the white bedsheet.

Keith Williams: "No one ever tells you how the pretty ones sound like banthas when they sleep."

Staring at the nude beauty, Williams massages his temples with the hand that isn't holding his phone.

Keith Williams: "And it's never worth mentioning that your cat is in heat."

As he says this, the unmistakable sound of cat yowling can be heard followed by frantic scratching at the closed bedroom door.

Keith Williams: "FUCK OFF!!"

The woman's horny feline meows a reply, chirping incessantly from behind the wooden obstacle.

Keith Williams: "A champion needs their rest to perform at their best. I fell asleep for a moment, but then I started dreaming about making love to Dinosaur Bones. Thankfully I woke up before he had the chance to peg me. Did he expect that big, girthy thing would fit? Made me feel slightly guilty for the women I've left gaping."

A loud snore from the blonde distracts Keith momentarily as his tired eyes drift to focus on the camera again.

Keith Williams: "It's funny when a pay-per-view centered around a women's tournament hinges on the Royal Rumble and the performance of men like me in the match. No matter how the ladies do, Oxford Osland and I will prop up No Man's Land by giving the fans the hard hitting action they thirst for. The subpar quarterfinals and semifinals will be forgotten. A distant memory! No one will care about the results of the finals because they'll be waiting with bated breath for one of The ReVenants to win the Rumble! How many eliminations will we accrue? Can Pequeño Dinosaurio go further and splat harder than the New Years Nightmare battle royal? Am I capable of becoming Keithy 2 Belts in SWAT? These burning questions will be answered!"

Getting fired up, Williams is first forced to acknowledge the presence of the cat as it meows noisily at the sound of Keith's voice.

Keith Williams: "Shut up, kitty! That's a bad kitty!"

Talking in her sleep, the woman subconsciously responds.

Woman: "Yeah, baby, you wore that pussy out."

The Ultimate Kingpin's bloodshot eyes peer away into the darkness that isn't illuminated by the small light on his phone.

Keith Williams: "I know."

Trying to course correct, Williams looks back at the lens and talks once more about the upcoming Royal Rumble.

Keith Williams: "Unluckiest of Lindas learned her lesson when it came to confronting the big, bad wolf that is your SWAT Universal Sin Champion. Each and every person that decides to test my patience in the Royal Rumble will meet a similar fate. I'm playing for keeps, gentlemen! Your hopes, your dreams, they mean shit in comparison to my grand plans. The ReVenants, we're here to cement our legacy. Double O understands it's nothing personal, allies until it comes down to the two of us. From there... The best man wins. The Unbelievable One agreed to become a ReVenant because like myself, he scorns weakness. His belly isn't yellow when it comes time to put in the work. I wouldn't scout for anyone other than people like him."

Blinking rapidly to moisten his eyes and relieve the crust, KW in his sleep deprived state accidentally closes his eyes too long and falls asleep sitting up. Managing to still hold his phone at an angle to record this, Williams starts to snore alongside the snoring blonde.

Instinctively knowing he's attempting to rest, the cat screeches and lets out a horrific meow. Snapping to, Keith sucks up a large string of drool and yells.

Keith Williams: "Fuck you, you fucking cat!"

Rubbing his eyes, Williams sighs and tries to resume where he left off.

Keith Williams: "I'm walking into one of the biggest matches of my SWAT career at a disadvantage. But guess what? I'll still be more competent than most of the entries. New faces, old faces, a mystery face, none of them intimidate me! Death Trap wants to get tossed over the top rope and dropped on his head? I'll oblige the fossil! Jesse Jamester and Joseph Mack wanna play tickle butt with each other? I don't condone it, but I'll let 'em! The Syndicate, KGB, The Society of the New Breed, Team Fairtex... This isn't their year. I've declared it. Paul Soutter? Back of the line, Mad Dog. 2021 is about the rise of The ReVenants, Keith Williams and Oxford Osland. Any other story would be... Boring."

Shrugging out of fake sympathy, KW continues.

Keith Williams: "It takes someone with a high aptitude for success to become champion and successfully defend their championship. To defend multiple championships? That would require ungodly power. Who? Who, I ask you? Who among us thirty would possess the knack to wander this treacherous trail of dual defending?"

Winking at the camera to indicate it's him, The Man with a Plan yawns as he struggles to remain awake.

Keith Williams: "No matter what number I draw, I'll have a ploy. The odds have never mattered to me, why would they now? I know I won't be last, so I can remove that possibility. This is about winning; I'll stir every pot in the kitchen and walk off to let the idiots destroy themselves. There are no boundaries, no limits, no lengths I won't go to in order to wave my flag of superiority. You haven't begun to see the depths I'll sink to achieve what I want. A man doesn't ask, he takes. And I'm not raising the question of if I'm more worthy than everyone else. I know I am. It's indisputable. I came to Syndicate Wrestling & Tradition to make it great; I cannot fail. I owe it to the roster to elevate SWAT to a position where it can start to consider itself number two to AWF."

Like digging at an unhealed wound, picking at the scab, The Paragon of Sleaze desperately wants a reaction from the SWAT faithful. Fiendishly smiling, Williams chuckles.

Keith Williams: "Even a fool in a mask like El Combatiente should be able to enjoy a worthwhile challenger. What would sell more tickets? AWF Prestige Champion "The Salvation of SWAT" Keith Williams vs. SWAT World Heavyweight Champion "Lucha Assholio" El Combatiente on the marquee. Or... Former SWAT Television Champion "Dommed by Dino Guy" Psychotic Goth? The numbers wouldn't equate! Sorry to dangle a carrot, but I would never put the AWF Prestige Championship on the line. You haven't earned that shot yet, bud."

Ready to deliver the closing wha-bam statement, KW slaps his face over and over to make sure he doesn't pass out midsentence.

Keith Williams: "Sometimes I wish I knew how to quit being so damn great. That's a lie. I'd never make that wish. I could have a monkey paw that grants unlimited wishes and I'd still never want to experience a humble, unspectacular career like some of my peers. The Royal Rumble will crown a new number one contender to the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship and that person will be a ReVenant. Keith Williams and Oxford Osland aren't going home empty handed."

Mwah! The chef's kiss! What a promo and wrapped up just as The Paragon of Sleaze plummets into a pillow, unconscious. There's hurried scratching at the door and it slowly creaks open. Meowing and yowling its way across the room, the horny cat hops up on the bed and starts to rub up against Keith as the feed cuts out.

[BlazeFNfreya]

“I haven’t said much in a while, no. I haven’t felt like showing my face to the same audience who watched my last HUMILIATING defeat at the hands of some bitch that wouldn’t survive two minutes in the ring with Olympia or HALF the woman I’ve brutalized in that ring!”

-We fade into a beautiful image of the one and only Blackpool Bombshell, bravely sitting on a chair made up of broken skateboards and setting her own wants and needs aside to give us some insider information on what’s going on. Not to mention how easy it is for her to look good in whatever she wears, full winter apparel and she’s still as red hot as ever-

“Quite frankly, I could give a fuck less about that. What’s really got me upset is how everyone seems to think they can just blab their mouths off about it like I don’t get PAID to fuck bitches up!!! Bitches like YOU Isabel Rios! I’m gonna squash you like a local girl, we don’t treat our guests well in S.W.A.T! Not when they’re booked against the overly aggressive brawler known as Blaze Freya!!!”

-Nearly filled with rage, she barely manages to rip her icy blue eyes away from us as she looks off to the side and shakes her head, pointing at us now to really drive her points home-

“It all started with the Industrial CUNT! N’ now I’m reduced to facing wastes of roster space like Rios, who’ll probably end up getting cheered like a hometown hero even though she hasn’t sacrificed shit for this place! I put my body on the line n’ sometimes even on display for this audience. If that's what gets the ratings up, I live and breathe WRESTLING! So, all you fuckin’ judgemental pricks can shut the bloody hell up, I’d chop a limb off in the ring if it’d make S.W.A.T the number one rated show on the XHF Network but yet, I hear all the chatter in the back about how conceited I am! How selfish I am! And I would bet my grandmother’s hip replacement on The KGB being behind it!”

-She leans forward with her hands clasped together and speaks very clearly in a serious manner-

“Therefore, I’m calling you out... the lot of ya. Call me stupid, suicidal or whatever you’d like. I’m not taking shit from no one! Not the women’s division, not the men’s division. And since the first ever robotic transgendered swiss-army bitch wanted to come jerk the most meaningful thing in my life away from me, I’ve become even hungrier for success… n’ even thirstier for blood, or whatever the fuck is inside of Industrial Woman. That is all for now.”[/red]

-In dramatic fashion, Blaze Freya claps her hands and grips the sides of her fur coat whilst walking out of camera view, leaving us to wonder if she really has hit rock bottom or if there’s still a ways to go? It’s obvious she’s upset, but will challenging The KGB be the death sentence it seems? Find out! ONLY at No Man’s Land ‘21!-

[Timeless]

[We see walking thru the corridors, former SWAT Wrestler Timeless Alex Turner.  There is an 'Ohhhhh' from the crowd as they are watching on the SWAT Tron.  He is wearing a a NPW Baseball style top, unbuttoned, his god like muscles rippling and shining like a statue.  He comes to a locker room door that has 'ReVenants' written on it, and goes to enter, but is stopped by Warren W Webber.]

Webber : TIMELESS!  What are you doing here?  You are banned from SWAT!

Timeless : I go where I want Webber.  And this isn't SWAT business.  This is NPW business.

Webber : What do you mean?  Are you joining the ReVenants?

Timeless : Webber.  Beat it! 

Webber : But ...

Timeless : Get to steppin' doofus! 

[Timeless does the Terminator knock on the door and then enters, Webber tries to follow in but the door is slammed in his face.]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: We’re back at ringside with more action folks, as we’re set for another first round match in the Amazon’s Tournament. And this time we’ve got our very own Suplex Siren, “The Iron Butterfly” Graysie Parker taking on the debuting and almost completely unknown Kirsty McKinney.

[“On My Shit” by Snow Tha Project begins pumping over the PA system as Graysie Parker makes her entrance.]

Jeremy Tucker: Graysie Parker’s manager Eric Dane, as you can see, is not out with her tonight, and it already looks like the young woman is off her game. She’s undefeated so far here in SWAT, but-

Andrew Fulton: But nothing, let’s see her stand on her own.

[The stoner rock of “All Shook Out” by Monster Magnet replaces the rap. Kirsty McKinney and Jeff Andrews step out onto the ramp.]

Jeremy Tucker: And that young woman is making her televised debut. Meanwhile, and I don’t have too many details at this time, but her manager is a rival of Eric Dane’s going back, as I understand, for over a decade.

Andrew Fulton: Again. Let’s see what they can do. At least Andrews has McKinney on only about 75% as many steroids as Dane has Parker on.

Jeremy Tucker: McKinney’s already got her game face on, and Parker still looks distracted with Dane nowhere in sight. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she looks intimidated by Jeff Andrews at ringside.

Andrew Fulton: He’s a big ol’ buck, I’ll give him that.

[The referee signals.]

Frank Salazar: The following contest is set for one fall, with no time limit! Introducing first, in the corner to my left, making her televised wrestling debut. Accompanied by Jeff Andrews, from Bluefield, West Virginia, weighing in at 149 lbs… KIRSTY! MCKINNEY!

[McKinney does a couple knee bends, limbering up, to a neutral reaction.]

Frank Salazar: And her opponent, in the corner to my right. From New Orleans, Louisiana, and weighing in at 150 lbs even... The Iron Butterfly… GRRRRAYSIE! PAARRRKERR!!

[As Graysie raises her arm to the fans, Kirsty attacks.]

Jeremy Tucker: McKinney shoots in for the double leg takedown, and she’s… she’s got it! Graysie Parker lifted into the air and SLAMMED hard to the mat! McKinney looking for wrist control and Parker bench presses her way out of the cover with one arm!

Andrew Fulton: The steroid levels are over 9000!

Jeremy Tucker: McKinney probably not fully able to match power with Parker, who’s easily the strongest woman in this tourney, but she comes a lot closer than most. Parker on the attack, backing McKinney into the corner with chops, and OH MY GOD what an elbow to the side of the head!

Andrew Fulton: There seems to be some very legitimate heat here, and I don’t mean like, discovered they’re wearing the same shade of blush chick heat.

Jeremy Tucker: Parker pushes McKinney’s head back, open hand shot to the sternum, and McKinney goes for the eyes. Waistlock… NO! Parker just overpowered her and threw her across the ring with a hip check!

[McKinney’s up like a shot but Jeff Andrews outside the ring bellows for her to slow down. His voice distracts Graysie as well.]

Jeremy Tucker: Parker, again letting Jeff Andrews take her eyes off the game, and McKinney shoots for a single leg, trying for a takedown, lands it! Another thunderous takedown from McKinney, and both times she’s done that she’s planted her weight high across the shoulders, making Parker work her way out of it. And Parker gator rolls into top position!

[The ref dives into position to count the fall, but McKinney’s ankle is already on the bottom rope.]

Jeremy Tucker: Pinfalls are only a one count in Freestyle wrestling, and McKinney knew exactly where she was to get out of that predicament. Parker doesn’t want to let go.

Andrew Fulton: And Jeff Andrews is all pissed like Graysie’s trying to steal his woman or something.

[Parker again is distracted by Andrews. She shouts at him, but this gives McKinney a chance to reverse.]

Jeremy Tucker: McKinney with a go-behind, Parker attempts the hip check counter again but McKinney grapevines the leg and back they go to the mat, McKinney moves up into back mount and lays in some elbow shots, now looking for a bulldog choke! I’m being told she calls it the Pittie Choke, not sure why since it’s just a normal bulldog choke, but West Virginians do love themselves some pitbulls.

Andrew Fulton: Too easy, I’m not even gonna bother.

Jeremy Tucker: Parker gets one knee under her, powers to her feet, and LAUNCHES McKinney in a standing… well it could’ve been a backdrop or an atomic drop, except Parker just threw her forward. I’m not even sure if that has a technical name! And I tell you one thing, McKinney’s never felt anything like that on the amateur wrestling mats, she’s bailing out!

[McKinney rolls out at Jeff Andrews’ feet and takes a knee. Parker kicks the ropes in front of his face and shouts invective.]

Jeremy Tucker: Parker appearing to be getting over her fear of Andrews - maybe too much, as McKinney just pulled her out of the ring! Irish whip towards the barricade, REVERSED, and Parker throws McKinney into the stairs! McKinney rolls to the foot of the ramp, Parker with a running start and DEAR GOD swan dive shouldertackle using the stairs as a vault! Now laying in the fists!

Andrew Fulton: See, McKinney did it all backwards. She should’ve gotten back in the ring and let Andrews give Graysie something to be scared of. Now she’s in a ringside brawl and that’s not where you want to be if you’re a rookie.

[And that’s when everything goes to hell.]

Jeremy Tucker: Wait, at the top of the ramp. Is that… Oxford Osland? With FLOWERS?

[Yes, it is. Osland walks down the ramp, applauding gently so as not to mess up the beautiful bouquet he’s got in his hands. She is not pleased to see him.]

Jeremy Tucker: Osland offering those flowers to Parker, and she wants no part of them.

Andrew Fulton: AND A LARIAT! LARIAT TO THE FLOWERS! Bro she’s a modern woman don’t need no damn flowers!

Jeremy Tucker: Osland looks more like he’s laughing, and what the hell, that’s Keith Williams climbing into the ring! He’s pulling the referee’s attention! Graysie takes another swat at Osland, who’s backpedalling and laughing. Andrews helping McKinney to her feet but holding her back. And oh god what now who’s that?!

[ A large, muscular figure has just lept the guardrail.]

Jeremy Tucker: That’s Timeless! He bailed on us to go to Northern Pro, and he just hit Parker from behind with a running bulldog! Not like this!

[With a theatrical “Well what can ya do?” shrug, Osland starts shambling up the ramp.]

Jeremy Tucker: Timeless scooping Graysie Parker back up… Turn Me Loose! That belly to back wheelbarrow slam sends Parker face and ribcage first into the ringside mats! I know he has issues with Parker’s manager Eric Dane over in NPW, but this is just low, repulsive!

Andrew Fulton: Oh c’mon it’s not that bad. I have missed that guy? Where’s Roxylishus?

Timeless (To the camera) Screw you Dane! And screw you women’s wrestling!!!

Jeremy Tucker: That snake! Keith Williams bailing too, and McKinney is on the move, rolling Parker back into the ring. Parker’s almost comatose!

[Graysie Parker is crawling on her elbows, but not in any particular direction. McKinney sizes her up, turns to Andrews.]

Jeff Andrews: Don’t worry about it, just send her home with something to remember you by!

[McKinney jumps to a posture as straight as she can and snaps off a salute, all smiles, then turns back to Parker.]

Jeremy Tucker: McKinney shoots the half, rolls her through - high stack pin!

Ref: 1… 2… 3!

Jeremy Tucker: What an amazing win for a debut, and what a reprehensible way to pick it up! Kirsty McKinney and Jeff Andrews have NOTHING to be proud of here tonight, and what a terrible end to Graysie Parker’s undefeated streak! And what the hell is this?!

[McKinney seems to clamp down on the pinning predicament, nearly folding Graysie in half. Andrews slides into the ring and begins slamming his hand into the mat.]

Jeff Andrews: Four! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!

Jeremy Tucker: This is… ugh. Look at the smile on Jeff Andrews face! If that’s the kind of man he is I’d be happy to never see his shadow darken our door!

[The fans, too, are letting Andrews and McKinney know what they think of it.]

Jeremy Tucker: Applied like that a stack is as painful as many submission holds, and our ref has seen enough!

Ref: Break it! 1… 2… 3… 4…

[And McKinney breaks it just before it becomes a post-match disqualification loss for her. She and Andrews roll from the ring, and they strut backstage far too pleased with themselves as Parker lies in the ring coughing.]

[frostbite]

A CHORUS OF BOOS.....

Coming from this huge capacity crowd on hand for tonight action.

Our cameras catch up with Frostbite as he has his cellphone right in front of his face as he is not paying attention to his surrounded at all. It appears that he is video chatting with someone. A young lady who is very short must be about five feet tall wearing a white blouse with an earpiece in left ear, the young lady is running her fingers through her long silky black as she is chatting with someone on the other end. She is pulling up her lime green pants as if she might be losing weight. She is racing around trying we can only assume get something done for somebody or someone on the other end of that earpiece.

Young lady.. Yes sir, I will take care of that.

She continues to race around as Frostbite is almost on the top of her and about to bump right into her as he continues to video chat with someone. The young lady is just about to run right into Frostbite but at the last possible second she puts on the brakes as Frostbite goes right by her still not paying any attention. The young lady looks at Frostbite with a stern look in her blue eyes.

Young lady.. Excuse me. You almost ran into me.

Frostbite ignores her as he continues to video chat with someone. Our cameras zoom over his left shoulder from what we can tell and from what we can see he just as a pic of the SWAT World title. However he is having a conversation or so it appears with this image. It is roughly the same image that we saw earlier in the day as he was trying to get it to eat something.

Frostbite.. I had a nice time earlier my love. I know you has to get back to that loser El Combatiente. But I promise you my love we will soon be together. That slimeball will no longer be able to hold you. You know dear it is hard to keep true love apart. It always prevail.

Frostbite blows the image a kiss.

Frostbite.. Trust me, my love we will soon be together. I have to take care of business. I must go out and win this rumble with the chance to earn a chance for us to be together. I will do anything to get you in my arms love. If I must go through others to get hold you then I will do so. I promise my love when we are finally together, I will treat me like the queen that you are. You can have anything your heart desires. Jewelry, cars, a house anything dear. Nobody else that holds you love can promise that but me. You need to leave the side of El Combatiente can be mine, I bet he has you laying on some hard and forgiven floor, I would buy you a king size bed and make sure you were tucked in every night, I could put rose petals in that bed as I have stated you should be treated like a queen. Just please understand me dear. I would give you the World, just get rid of that zero.

Frostbite brings the phone to close to his chest as if he were actually hugging it.

Frostbite.. I heard my love, the others making claim that I am too focus on winning the rumble which is where it should be, but I know love that myself and Armand have the tag team titles to defend. Those two idiots need to learn not too piss off the KGB. Love I figure if Rally could hold two titkes at one time why can't I. Look, Javier your client is about to find out you will never get hold of these tag team title straps. Nobody will ever one up the KGB.

Frostbite pulls the phone away from him once again as if he is continuing his video chat.

Frostbite.. I know you care love. I know you want to be with me, trust me love. I have a plan about we can be together. I do not like the fact that I have to jump through so many hoops for us to be together, but I can understand that I must prove my love for you.

A slight pause.

Frostbite.. Does El Combatiente know that we are talking dear. I do not want to get you in trouble.

He laughs..

Frostbite.. Who am I kidding? I do not care. I want the world to know are undying love for each other. You should know love there is no other woman in my life but you.

Frostbite continues to walk around backstage not paying any attention to where he is going.

Frostbite.. What is that dear?

It appears that Frostbite is actually blushing as his face is turning red.

Frostbite.. You can not say that love. Not in front of these morons that are walking around here. That should be said in private.

He drops his head for a second.

Frostbite.. Okay, I love you too sugarboo. I know you are concern about my well being heading into the rumble. Sure love, I have plenty of enemies. I heard Psychotic Goth ramble on about my connection with the KGB. Goth must remember my love, the last two meetings that we have had against each other have not turn out so good for him. He knows I speak the truth. Goth can try to come up with some magic trick or voodoo or whatever dark magic he feels the need to use, but it will not work as I continue my pursuit to prove my love for you.

Frostbite blows yet another kiss toward the image of the title.

Frostbite.. I just do not understand what the others are really talking about, they feel that Eddie D or Armand are using me. Please anybody knows anything about me knows that nobody wound ever use me. These idiots my love just understand that the KGB is doing what is best for this company and part of that love is for us to be together. Nobody understands that love. But trust me after tonight they will understand it, that I promise. I just can not wait until we are together my love. The plans that I have for us.

He pauses once again as if the title is saying something.

Frostbite.. I can not tell you that my dear, it is for me to know and you to find out.

As he continues to walk around backstage, a young man with short red hair wearing a red tee shirt with faded black jeans has a clipboard in his left hand as he is running around as I am sure he is trying to get things done for the show. He is not paying attention to where he is going as he is a few feet from Frostbite as the two bump right into each other. The young man clipboard goes flying out of his hand, but Frostbite phone as well, goes flying out of his hand as it lands several feet from him. The young man looks at Frostbite.

Young man., Dude watch where you are going?

Frostbite is looming around as he is panicking as he is looking around for his phone.

Frostbite.. Where are you my love?

The young man looks around as he finds his clipboard, but Frostbite continues to look for his phone.

Frostbite.. My love please say something.

He turns to the young man.

Frostbite.. You need to watch where in the hell are you going? I lost her and you are not going anywhere to you help me find her.

Young man.. Sir, I have things to do.

Frostbite.. You are not leaving until you help me find her. It was your fault that I lost her.

The young man has a odd look on his face as he does not know what Frostbite is talking about.

Young man., Sir I did not see you with anybody. You were talking to your phone or video chatting with somebody and look you were not paying attention.

Frostbite blood is boiling.

Frostbite.. I need to find my love.

Young man.. Sir, I can not tell you find your cellphone. I have things that must be done.

Frostbite.. What do you mean cellphone? That was my girl, my love I was talking to. She is going to believe that I hung up on her. She is going to believe that I do not care for her and she knows that I did. You need to help me find her and tell that you are sorry.

The young man is looking at Frostbite as if he has lost his mind.

Young man.. Sir, I can not tell you look for your phone.

Just as the young man is about to walk away, Frostbite grabs the back of his neck as he spins him around as he hits him with a hard forearm right smack in his face.

Frostbite., You are going to help me find her?

As Frostbite has the young man by his neck are searching around backstage for his phone.

Frostbite.. Honey? Where are You?

With the young man in fear of his life as Frostbite as him by his neck as they continue to search for his phone. Suddenly Frostbite spots his phone as he races over there and grabs it.

Frostbite.. Ah baby, you are still there? I am so sorry this dumbass bumped into me.

He spins the young man around, as he looks at him.

Frostbite.. I want to apologize to her.

The young man looks at Frostbite and then to his phone where the image of the title is still on it.

Young man.. Sir, there is nobody on the phone. All I see his a pic of the SWAT World title.

Frostbite.. So you are disrespecting my baby. Say you are sorry.

Young man.. Sir, what are you talking about?

Frostbite becomes enraged as he begins to throw a series of rights and lefts right in the young man face.

Frostbite.. You are going to respect your queen.

Frostbite throws quick knee strikes right in the young man head. He quickly kicks the right in his groin as he picks him right over his head and drops him hard on the floor with a thunderous powerbomb as the back of his head bounces off the floor. Frostbite kicks him in his ribs. But suddenly he stops as he looks around as if somebody is calling for him. He reaches down as he picks up the phone off the ground as He looks at the image of the title.

Frostbite.. Yes my love. You are right, I can not waste my time anymore with this idiot. I believe he will learn to respect you in the future. We have much bigger fish to fry.

Frostbite straightens up his nice navy blue suit. He kicks the young man one more time right in his ribs.

Frostbite..That is for messing up my nice suit.

He looks down at his phone.

Frostbite.. Soon my love, very soon.

He walks away leaving the young man on the hard floor in pain, as the scene fades out.

[mtc]

<Shaky cam footage shows a small arena with maybe two hundred fans in attendance. The masked nature of the wrestlers, acrobatic displays, and two referees suggest that this is Lucha Libre. In the centre of the ring, Cabre Negra looks around before calling his shot like Babe Ruth. Only rather than pointing at a wrestler, he has targeted an older woman in the front row – dressed in her Sunday best, and looking the wrong side of seventy. The elderly lady looks around in terror, as Cabre Negra runs up to the far post and dives towards her with a tope con hilo. Such a hit will definitely require a hip replacement. Right before she can be shuffled off this mortal coil, a brave wrestler in a white mask steps in the way, taking the punishment.>

<Cazador de Amnulancas flies towards Cabre Negra with a suicide dive, only for the wily goat to duck. Cazador continues to soar towards some kids in the second row, only for the white masked luchador to stand in the way. The collision is brutal...>

<A helpless Nino Hurican lies prone on a table, as El Obispo comes off the top with a senton bomb. At the last second, the white masked luchador shoves Nino out of the way, taking the full brunt of the table. Wooden shards stick out of his face. The blood flows heavily, and the mask is white no more.>

<Tijuana Chupacabre stalks around ringside, trying to attack the fans with a chair... every time he tries to strike a fan with the steel weapon, the bloody red masked luchador stands in the way.>

<Hombre Azteca tosses the lovely Marissa Paloma into a pit of ravenous Chihuahuas! The bloody hero jumps in to rescue her! The dogs nip his heels! He falls over! Flat on his back, the bloody masked wrestler lifts Paloma’s prone body three feet above the pit where tiny legs can’t jump. The dogs bite away at him, tearing his flesh, but even as he’s eaten alive he keeps his arms locked – holding Paloma firmly in the air.>

<In a tequila sunrise Iron Man match, our hero’s partner, Nino Hurican, keeps taking pins. With every pinfall, the loser must take a shot of Tequila. Not wanting the minor corrupted, our self-sacrificing hero continues to drink for him. Jump cuts take us through the long match, with Nino consciously dropping falls to Amante Del Metal and Roberto Duende in order to taste his first drink. This clip show avoids all the defeats, but the venue’s scoreboard mentions VISITORS 38. As the bloody luchador is stretched off for a stomach pump, a tearful Nino holds his hand – promising to wait till he’s older to become a hardcore alcoholic.>

<In a Cria de Foca Death Match, the bloody luchador throws himself on top of the imported Baby Seal, covering it up as Sadico Star and Vive Y Deja Morir Fred attempt to club it. Just when the bloody mess that is our hero looks like he’s about to give up, the seal licks his hand. It’s so cute. So he takes double the beating.>

<Turista Americano flees the scene of the crime, having covered Dama Vampiro in deadly scorpions. Our hero leans over the dying senorita, and proceeds to suck the poison out – man’s man that he is. He should spit out the venom, but there’s NO TIME a vampire lady’s life is at stake! The bloody masked hero doubles over in pain before spasming, as the poison takes its effect on him. Regretting her evil ways, Dama Vampiro embraces the unconscious masked man to her ample bosom. Up on the entranceway, Marissa Paloma watches this with tears – the love triangle thickens.>

<Chicos del Coro hold our bloody masked hero’s arms down, as El Obispo hammers his hands into a cross. Los Pocos Fieles crucifying the great man...>

<JUMP CUT! While still nailed to a cross, the bloody hero dives onto the ropes, and leaps to the outside – taking out all three men with a true cross moonsault! On the hit, the screen finally cuts to black – where the name of the great man emerges...>

Heroico Derramamiento de Sangre

<The image clears up to 4K quality, as we cut to a sit down interview. The white mask is stained with dry blood. The wrestler behind it looks substantially older – and the eyes peaking out don’t seem Hispanic. A scrolling text informs: PREVIOUSLY RECORDED.>

“For our viewers that might not be familiar with you, can you introduce yourself.”

Sangre: Certainly. I am Heroico Derramamiento de Sangre. Heroic Bloodshed. It would not surprise me if your viewers were unaware of my exploits, it has been years since I was an active in-ring performer – and my heyday was the Tijuana circuit. So my reputation carries more weight with lucha aficionados and tape traders – but it is a pleasure to make your viewers acquaintance.

“Why did you choose to attack Radu Matei?”

Sangre: ...I am a gringo. I spent my adult life in Mexico, earning my living as a masked luchador. It was not part of my tradition, but it became a big part of my life. I took a lot of flack at first - deciding to wrestle under a mask with no history, as an outsider – and spent a career overcoming those prejudices. So I am keenly aware of cultural misappropriation – stealing something and acting like it’s your own.

“How does this relate to Radu?”

Sangre: I had a son.

“H...”

Sangre: When SWAT first came to the XHF Network, they contacted me about coming in. It was flattering. You can’t bleed for the fans like I do and have a long career – so I explained that I was retired, but if they were interested my son had the same fighting spirit. I agreed to come on in a non-wrestling capacity – talent recruiter, consultant, there are dozens of hats required in effectively running a wrestling promotion – and I have been a jack of all trades in that regard. Even if I was never on the camera, I’d like to think for the time I was with the company, my contributions helped. Along with me coming in, my son was given a contract to wrestle here.

“Ra-“

Sangre: Heroic Bloodshed Junior! My mask finally had a rich history, and my flesh and blood would carry on the tradition - bringing our legacy to a new audience. It was the happiest moment of my life when my son signed that contract. Only after he was locked into a two-year commitment, things changed. “We don’t think that the Heroic bloodshed gimmick will work on the Network.” They wanted to sanitize us.

“So instead of Heroic Bloodshed Junior they changed his name to Rad”

Sangre: Brian Acres.

“Oh.”

Sangre: MY SON WAS BRIAN ACRES. A BRIGHTER, STRONGER, BETTER TALENT DID NOT EXIST IN THE SWAT LOCKER ROOM! So they took off the mask, and repackaged him. That is fine, at least he’s on a global platform doing what we loved, right? Only...

“It sounds a lot like-“

Sangre: The Sacrificial Idol.

“But Radu wouldn’t-“

Sangre: That probably came down from up top. It doesn’t matter whether he knew or not. At the end of the day, a stranger was allowed to bleed for the audience, STEALING MY SHTICK – while my son was turned into an opening card parody of Brian Miles. An in-joke attack on a former star that management disliked... My Brian would never be allowed to get above the opener, even as everyone forgot who Miles was.

“Brian Acres was really starting to come into his-“

Sangre: MY BOY SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE SACRIFICIAL IDOL! HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN HEROIC BLOODSHED JUNIOR! Oh, even as “We hate Miles” Brian could have turned it around. If anyone could have, it was him. Then New Years Nightmare 2020 came... and Zoran Sainovic turned him into a bargaining chip. Radu Matei versus Brian Acres in a losers leave town match. No one picked Brian to win. It was made to look like Matei would steam roll over Brian, and that the only conflict was the dramatic one that Radu felt for destroying a friend. A friend that couldn’t defend himself. They buried my boy.

“Matei was trying to get the results reversed.”

Sangre: Sure, become the commissioner – instead he was so scared of becoming X*Crown champ, that Zoran was left to continue. My son was out of work, and the way they handled his departure, no company would have him. Oh, he’d work Indy shows every other weekend – but he needed to get something steady and-

“Everyone was very fond of Brian.”

Sangre: If they were such good friends, why didn’t they come to his funeral?

“I didn’t kn-“

Sangre: Working a security gig out in the public, because no Network fed would have him, Brian picked up a respiratory disease and passed away late last year.

“I’m so sor-“

Sangre: And do you know how many of his friends and colleagues showed up to his funeral? Not a one! NOT ONE. Few well wishings, fewer cards... SWAT was supposed to be a family, well I had a real family, and SWAT took it away from me. So I buried my boy. I crawled into a bottle. And when I finally crawled back out, I looked at my old gear. I no longer have a legacy. Only an unfortunate reminder of time wasted, and the wrong people trusted – a parody of my beautiful work, who used and abused the only thing I care about.

WHY DID I ATTEMPT TO TURN RADU MATEI INTO A QUADRIPLEGIC AT NEW YEAR’S NIGHTMARE? IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD START!!!

He’s no Sacrificial Idol, he’s a broken Idol!

All that remains is for someone to put him out of my misery... and I’m sick of waiting.

At No Man’s Land 2021 – Radu Matei will know the TRUE meaning of Heroic Bloodshed.

<The camera pulls in on a close-up on the rage dancing in Heroico Derramamiento de Sangre’s eyes, before cutting back to the show.>

[radu]

(At the moment all the best wrestlers in the world have converged on New York in the middle of competing in the No Man’s Land tournament, or gearing up for SWAT’s annual rumble. It’s a dizzying collection of talent and stars... except for two.)


(On the other side of the world, Radu Matei is about to embark on the most arduous challenge of his entire career...)


(...Trying to eat the foulest looking pea soup that a hospital has ever put in front of him.)


(South Perth Hospital. Deathless was raced to medical centre following his New Years Nightmare tag match, owing to injuries suffered during the match, along with a few nagging war wounds – like kidney failure. As his complications developed complications, a brief stay has stretched out to weeks later – and now, while he is expected to appear in New York, he currently struggles to lay on his right side.)


Sabrina Sinstone: I’ll see if I can get the nurses to send the PPV feed to the room.


Radu Matei: It’s started then? What time is it?


Sabrina Sinstone: It’s been on for about an hour...


Radu Matei: I’m so sorry, I-


Sabrina Sinstone: It’s the medication. We’ll catch the earlier tournament rounds on the replay. I’m really looking forwards to seeing the Linda Brookes rematch. Man, I’d hate to see Burton’s face when they call you.


Radu Matei: I don’t know why that match was booked. The SWAT brass were there as they loaded me into the ambulance, they more than anyone know the shape I’m in. Sometimes it feels like they want to kill me. I feel bad missing it – feels like the first big SWAT show I haven’t been on since they got on the Network, but there is nothing left. So if they want to give this masked guy a forfeit win, then-


Sabrina Sinstone: Oh, they announced his name – It’s Heroico Derramamiento de Sangre. He’s-


Radu Matei: Brian’s dad? That’s great!


Sabrina Sinstone: You know him?


Radu Matei: Nah, but when the Idol bit was first starting to pick up steam, Brian showed me some matches the two had down in Mexico. He never bragged to you about it? Sangre is the BEST. I should have known he’d be behind that zipline stunt – you’d have to have nerves of steel to pull that one off!


Sabrina Sinstone: You don’t have to sound so excited about it, he almost killed you.


Radu Matei: Look, because of me, Brian lost his job. Now that he’s gone, there is no way for me to fix that. If his old man wants a pound of flesh to get closure? It’s the least I can do for, Brian. Soon as I can walk again, Sangre is welcome to it.


“Then you’d better keep your strength up.”


(An apple is tossed through the air.)


(With his functioning arm – the one not attached to an IV drip, Radu reaches up catching the apple.)


(At the door of the hospital room stands the thrower, Heroico Derramamiento de Sangre. Behind the masked man is referee Kip Kapp.)


Sabrina Sinstone: Whatever you’ve got in your head, get it out. <pointing at Radu> He can barely move-


Heroico Derramamiento de Sangre: I just wanted to bring him some fresh produce to help him with a speedy recovery, I know how foul hospital food can be.


Radu Matei: Heroico, we were very sorry to hear of-


(The Sacrificial Idol is bleeding.)


(Turning the apple over in his hand, Radu discovers it has a razor blade sticking out of it.)


(Just like the razor apple that ended Brien O. Thomas’ career.)


(From behind his mask, Heroico Derramamiento de Sangre sports a sadistic grin.)


Radu Matei: ...It wasn’t Rally...


Heroico Derramamiento de Sangre: Well... there have been so many career ending pranks lately, it would be wishful thinking to chalk every single joke maiming up to Jackson. He’s good, but-


(Letting out a bestial shriek, a hospital gown glad Deathless lurches out of the bed – using his one functioning leg to pivot into Heroico Derramamiento de Sangre. Using the razorbladed apple as a weapon, Matei attempts to pulp it into an applesauce against Sangre’s face. As the two men roll around – they take out the camera-)

*END SIGNAL FEED* 

[BlazeFNfreya]

-We fade into the backstage area where we find none other than the lone challenger of the KGB herself, Blaze Freya standing in all her gothic glory just moments before her match with a woman who can only think to mention her one time! What was with that? I digress. She has clearly updated her all black ring gear with some touches of orange, becoming more of a colourful person as her career in SWAT continues. She’s also holding an orange rose with little citrine jewels sparkling about-

“I know it, you know it. We ALL know it, okay? So, spare me the lectures n’ don’t worry about why I have a hard time during the holidays each year, eh? I didn’t run away from it this time, I knew it would happen but I did the unthinkable and I fought my way through to the end and now we are here, ladies n’ gentlemen. Holiday season is over now, my head is clearer, I’m in better shape than I was n’ I got this awesome new set of gear- I’m READY … to say the least.”

-A deep breath and sigh of relief follows as the weight of all her shortcomings are lifted off of her shoulders at once. She looks up with fire in her icy blue eyes, physically shaking at the thought of getting back into the swing of things here in SWAT-

“I’m ready for my half-assed opponent in this tournament, I’m ready for The KGB, I’m ready to start the climb from the bottom to the top of this federation once again! And soon, you’ll all see that. For now, I’m just talking, right? Nobody takes me seriously until I rip someone’s fuckin’ head off n’ leave em talking about nothing but ME for the foreseeable future just like I did with Lucky Linda! I made it clear when I joined the roster I wasn’t here to make friends, I’ve made nothing but enemy after enemy yet I’m a two-time champ so what’s that tell ya!? You can’t kill what refuses to die!”

-Her arms spread out wide like she’s offering the world a free shot at her, fully confident she can take anything tossed at her from here on out-

“Hit me with your best shot, I’ll get right back up n’ be here next show to keep The KGB in their place, to keep the whole roster on notice and most importantly, to keep Industrial Twat from getting too comfy holding what belongs to ME! This tournament is first priority at the time, but don’t you dare forget about our lil date with destiny. I will get my rematch n’ I will do whatever it takes to prove I’m the best wrestler in The Syndicate! In the women’s division, the men’s, and with this new addition of a robotic fucking cunt who’s programmed to take whatever I love most… 2021 is the year Blaze Fuckin' Freya proves she is without a shadow of a doubt, THE best creation on God’s green earth!”

-Blaze tips her hat and takes a bow before us, then walks off set leaving us to wait in excitement for her next appearance which happens LIVE! … right after this short break-