Battleground #36 : Texas Turmoil (Show)

[SWAT Team]

Syndicate Wrestling & Tradition and the XHF presents ....

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome. Welcome to Texas. Welcome to Battleground! WELCOME TO SWAT!!!! Big show we just had in Memphis, Rally beat Linda and Armand beat Death Trap, but tonight is another night.

Andrew Fulton : The Bandits are where it’s at. What a return by the ‘The Don’ Joanne Canelli. Last week we said The KGB has never been stronger, then she returns!

Jeremy Tucker : That was some return, including crashing the No Man’s Land Ceremony of Isabel Rios. Talk about an impact, but tonight, she has to face the music.

Andrew Fulton : She plays the music. She is the DJ Jerry. She calls the shots and is back and large and in charge.

Jeremy Tucker : I thought Armand was in charge?

Andrew Fulton : Well, maybe they both are?

Jeremy Tucker : And the rest? Dane and Eddie are no lackeys. Nor Frostbite.

Andrew Fulton : Frostbite is a man in love. Unrequited love. Something all these fans at home know a LOT about. And you Jerry, my sister didn’t want to give you the time of day until you wore her down with your creepin and stalkin. Frostbite could take a page from your book, he yearns for that gold but something in the universe keeps holding them apart.

Jeremy Tucker : Leave my wife out of this, nothing is going to hold Goth apart from it tonight. He has had his chances previously but never before has he stood a better chance to capture the elusive golden belt.

Andrew Fulton : He is the perennial challenger. Always ‘this close’. Never. The_Man.

Jeremy Tucker : Unless things change and, he wins.

Andrew Fulton : That will be the day. Rally is in career best form. He just wiped the floor with Lucky Linda, and El Combatiente, and the rest.

Jeremy Tucker : We will see later tonight. Also tonight all the other belts are on the line. The tag team belts!

Andrew Fulton : Team Fairtex finally get their shot.

Jeremy Tucker : The TV Title!

Andrew Fulton : Osland will take this Dino Peqeuno to the wood shed.

Jeremy Tucker : We have the Amazons Title up for grabs.

Andrew Fulton : If Donna loses, my office is always open to ‘renegotiate’ a rematch.

Jeremy Tucker : All that and more tonight on Texas Turmoil!!!!!!

[Tetsuo Kijada]

Andrew Fulton: We’re looking like to be having a great show tonight. The card is packed from top to bottom.

Jeremy Tucker: This is true but I’m looking forward to the first match on the show. I’ve heard great things about this young Hawaiian. Trained in Mexico by some of the best luchador’s in the business he’s now trying to make a name for himself here in the States.

Andrew Fulton: He’s also a veteran. He served our country before he turned to wrestling Jeremy.

Jeremy Tucker: That is true. Wait, I’m getting word that we’ve got something to go to backstage.

Andrew Fulton: Oh it seems that Kaupena Yoon wants to address the fans.

The camera pans up to see a dark room. A black, red and silver mask is sitting on top of a post staring forwards. Two burning torches are on either side of the mask. A figure sits with his back to the camera. He is illuminated by the fire but his face cannot be seen by it.

It is Kaupena Yoon aka the Night Marcher, latest signing by the wrestling promotion SWAT.

Kaupena Yoon: Aloha kakahiaka. So brah, the Night Marcher gets his debut not only for one of the biggest wrestling promotions on the mainland but with SWAT; I am getting to be seen by many of my fans on the big screen for the first time. Hawaii has been good to me and I leave hSw on a high as the current hSw Innovation Champion but I get to debut on this edition of Battleground from Texas.

He is dressed in a new black "The Night Marcher" T-shirt and black trousers. His hair is shaved and he has been working out as he sweats under the light, which runs down his back. His face is obscured.

Kaupena Yoon: I have come to the mainland for many things. One being that this is the home of professional wrestling and this Mohammad Khan is going to be my gateway to greatness. It will be a big defeat for Khan, so much of a criminal act that I should talk to my boys at Da Kine Bail Bond. Dog and his family would have a field day with this Khan guy. Only problem is that he’d fit in well with them. Mohammad Khan could be one of Dog’s weird sons don’t you think?

Kaupena Yoon stands up and walks towards the mask. He looks directly at it.

Kaupena Yoon: I, Kaupena Yoon will show my fans what a luchador from Hawaii can do brah. You see I have come to SWAT at the right time it would seem. It is like a phoenix, coming out of the flames in a kind of resurrection and they need someone of the Night Marcher’s calibre to bring it into the NOW.

He caresses the mask with his fingers.

Kaupena Yoon: The Night Marcher will not let the fact that some of these talents in the match have been wrestling for decades affect him. He will show that SWAT’s best talent is from Hawaii. Have you been to our beautiful island and seen the talent there? Have you? I will be making more than a name for myself at Battleground as it is all about the deeds you will do to be the man. And that deed will be that Kaupena Yoon will be the biggest draw to ever come to this company.

He picks up the mask.

Kaupena Yoon: I will demonstrate to all my fan’s out there what it is like to put a professional wrestler in the ring with what people are saying is a glorified stuntmen who sponge off of past glories to keep in the business. I will fly around in this match bringing a glorified beating to this Khan guy because quite frankly I can.

A smile appears on Kaupena Yoon's face even though it is only his teeth that are visible in the torch light.

Kaupena Yoon: I cannot believe that our anarchised ways will be let loose within the confines of that ring. I believe in SWAT’s vision in this company but with some of those competing in it is a big leap of faith. I will slay all of those that stand against the Night Marcher so will you be one of those who will be slayed.

He pulls off his t-shirt to reveal the scarred and tattooed torso of Kaupena Yoon.

Kaupena Yoon: And Kaupena Yoon is what will make SWAT the place to be once again. Not those Frostbite’s or Keith William’s or even those Rally Jackson’s. Hell, more than that, you look at me and all you see is a masked man.... A crazy warrior, a madman who does extreme damage whilst flying around the ring. I will make my name synonymous with this country as much as any other man on our roster; Soon to be known as the best wrestler of all time in SWAT and that’s before I’ve even walked out there.

His face is bathed in shadows.

Kaupena Yoon: The Night Marcher’s flames will set the whole of Texas alight with its flamboyant skills of acrobatics and daring. My opponent pale in existence when it comes to my skills within the ring...

He shakes his head.

Kaupena Yoon: And with this match, people will come to fear not only what will be done, but more importantly fear ME!

Kaupena Yoon visibly pauses; switching gears mentally before reaching for his mask and pulls it on. He adjusts the straps at the back tightening it.

Kaupena Yoon: I promise that after this show in Texas you are not going to be talking about any of the other match. Hell you’ll probably not even be talking about any other wrestler because…….

He looks directly into the camera lens, drilling into the souls of the viewers.

Kaupena Yoon: It is all about the Night Marcher. They will be talking about me at the water coolers, Kaupena Yoon, the famous Hawaiian wrestler, the Night Marcher! One way or another I'm going to take the war to SWAT because the Hawaiian Sensation is here!

The torches go out.

Andrew Fulton: Now that was straight from the Night Marcher’s mouth.

Jeremy Tucker: What’s a Night Marcher?

Andrew Fulton: I do not know but maybe he’ll tell us next time he’s around but I’m really looking forward to seeing what he brings to SWAT.

Jeremy Tucker: We will if he can bring it as he faces Mohammad Khan tonight.

Andrew Fulton: Kaupena Yoon is a high flying sensation and he’s defo going to bring it.

[Union Jack]

The words “Last week on Battleground...” appear on a pitch black screen before the Tron shifts to an external shot of The Memphis Pyramid arena. Pequeño Dinosaurio is sat alone, his recently defended TV Title resting on the bench beside him.

After a moment or two, The Old Cowboy's pickup pulled into the restricted parking area and rolled to a stop several feet from the waiting Dinosaurio. The cab door swung open and Our Hero 'Union Jack' scrambled out of the vehicle and rushed toward his friend waving his phone -which showed a live stream of SWAT Battleground 35- excitedly in front of him.

“Mi amigo! I saw the match!” Jack yelled. “You won! It was amazing!”

“I did.” Pequeño said and smiled modestly as he gestured to the title belt sat on the bench beside him. “HNDRXX was a worthy opponent and it was a hard fought contest.”

“HNDRXX was a bitch!” Jack laughed “I thought he was gonna break down when he offered you his respect after the match. We should go to the locker-room and see if we can make him cry!”

“Jack, no!” Pequeño laughed despite himself. “You were supposed to have been here before the show to sign your contract, I hardly think it would make a good first impression to rib someone already.”

The Old Cowboy climbed from the cab of his Pickup and groaned as he arched his back. He momentarily regarded the two masked men childishly giggling with one another across the parking lot and shook his head before reaching into the cab to grab the large gym bag which Jack had so diligently carried across the country. He hoisted it onto his shoulder and walked toward the Lucha's. Jack smiled warmly and gestured between the two men.

“Unc' I'd like to introduce you to my good friend, this is.... Dino.” The two men extended hands toward one another and shook firmly, with Sam tipping his cap slightly. The Cowboy lifted the bag from his shoulder and dropped it to the ground between the two men. As it impacted the unforgiving tarmac, a feeble yelp of pain shocked Dinosaurio and Sam, while Jack gasped and dropped to his knees.

“Careful!” Jack called as he pulled open the zipper on he bag, revealing a furry little head inside.

“Jesus!” A shocked Sam gasped, stepping back. “Has he been in there this whole time?!”

“Of course he has!” Jack replied and stroked the back of the little guys head. “It's ok little buddy. There, there... How you doin'?”

Gradually the head rose from the bag and it started to take on an unexpected shape as he freed himself from the confined space. Finally, a human hand rose from within the bag and reached up to rub the back of his head. His face was twisted into a mixture of anger and pain, rubbing vigorously enough to shift the hood of his furry bear costume, the small man cast his eyes over the three people who now stood around him.

“You Mother Fucker!” he barked. “This is some kinda Grade-A hate crime bullshit, Jack!”

“I know, I know” Jack said soothing his little friend. “Don't hold it against him lil man; he's American, he cant help it!”

The midget rubbed the back of his head some more and regarded Sam with an angry scowl.

“It's good to see you again MC” Pequeño said with a smile and reached out a hand to help the little man to his feet. Lil' MC straighted his back and his little bell tinkled on the end of his rubber penis as he stepped out of the bag.

“Can't help it?” Sam repeated incredulously “I didn't even know he was in there! What the hell are you doing carrying someone around in a damned bag?”

“Well where do you keep your midgets?!” Jack asked and flashed an eye-roll and a subtle shake of the head toward Dinosaurio.

The tension is suddenly broken as a fire door swings open and Warren W. Webber steps out into the evening air. Dinosaurio straightens and jabs an elbow into Jack's ribs as the interviewer moves swiftly toward the 3.5 men.

“Is this him?” Warren asked, apparently speaking to Dinosaurio but fixing his eyes on the masked man beside the TV Champion “The latest signing?”

“It is..” Pequeño nodded. “Warren W. Webber, I'd like you to meet 'El oso de la mala influencia' Union Jack.”

“Don't you just love that? The way my names rolls from his tongue with the kind of beautiful exotic flare that'll leave snail trails on seats all across this great country?!” Jack slapped Pequeño on the shoulder “With us finally reunited and touring together, we'll slay more strange than Charlie Sheen fueled by an eight-ball and hard-lining Viagra! Between your velvet tones and my British charm, we'll sire an army of Bastards not seen since the Marines landed in Okinawa!”

“...Did...” A shocked look washes over Warren's face “... Did you jus...”

“Anyway!” Jack interrupted “I take it you're out here for an interview, right?! Get the scoop before I make my debut? Being professional and pro-active! Out here to make a name for yourself by highlighting my excellence before my debut, huh?! It's okay Wayne, I got you!” Jack waves his phone which is still streaming Battleground 35 “I've been doing my research, watching the product, I know how this shit works!”

Jack gestured for Dinosaurio, Sam and Lil' MC to step back out of shot before turning his attention fully to the camera for the first time since arriving at the arena.

“I am Warren W. Webber and I am here with the latest signing to SWAT, the third generation British wrestling legacy...”

Jack reached out a hand, grabbed the microphone and pulled it toward himself.

“My name” He started, pounding a fist against his chest “Is 'The Bad Influence Bear' Union Jack! I'm here to make a name for myself on the American Wrestling Scene! I am the perfect hybrid fusion of British catch-as-can and Mexican high-flying lucha styling, and I will prove myself an unstoppable force in the fast paced world of modern day professional wrestling!”

“Jack, welcome to SWAT!” Warren said trying to regain control of the interview “You're due to make your debut at Battleground 36: Texas Turmoil against...”

“No need for the hard sell William,” Jack interrupted again. “I've done my research and I know how these things work here in SWAT! Next week I go one-on-one against the welcoming committee himself, Psychotic Goth!”

“Eh...” Warren tried to correct, but Jack was on a roll.

“I want to warn you Goth, I am ready! I've seen the product and I know the score. You're hostile, angry and motivated; assuming of course you've remembered to pack your make-up bag! Heaven forbid you should be expected to wrestle a match without covering your pimples or visually expressing your early noughties teen angst for all to see.”

Jack fixed his eyes and pointed deep into the lens of the camera.

“You say that nobody in the locker-room wants to come near you because they all know you're not to be messed with, well let me assure you that isn't the reason; I've not even stepped foot in the building yet and even I know it's because they fear the stench of cliche will rub off on them like your L.A. Girl Pro Coverage Illuminating Foundation!”

Jack laughed and shook his head.

“Each week you're brought to the ring, bound in chains, hopeful the world sees a deranged maniac restrained for our protection, when in actual fact we see a feeble cuckold taken for walkies by a coked out monochrome Harley Quinn!”

Jack laughed again.

“Psycho Goth, I'm here to tell you; you're fooling nobody!”

Dumbstruck, Warren slowly pulled the microphone back to his mouth, the look of confusion plastered across his face. He looked from Jack, to the camera and then back again.

“Th.. That's great..” Warren said, struggling to find the right words. “But.... actually... you aren’t facing Psychotic Goth... Your opponent is Conrad Hay...”

“Conrad Ha...” Jack stood silent for a moment or two, just jaw slack and his eyes vacant. Finally he uttered two words “Ah bollox.” shook his head and walked out of camera shot.

Warren turned back to the camera, opened his mouth as though he was about to speak and instead, sighed as the camera feed cut back to the arena.

[Deleted]

“They say the stars at night are big and bright deep in the heart of Texas, so I came out to look for myself.” Trailing off, Pequeno Dinosaurio’s voice is weighed down by self reflection. HNDRXX, Oxford Osland…challengers were lining up to face him for the Television Championship, the challenge of holding the Television Championship was knowing you would defend more than anyone else. A challenge he felt he was more than up to.

Magenta faded to purple hues before darkening to a deep navy before finally the darkness took over. Stars like tiny diamonds dotted across the sky providing a natural backdrop to a story of opposing forces.

Amongst the cacti with hills rolling at his back, a lone silhouette stood against the darkness. He wore Black sneakers, faded blue jeans and the new Pequeno Dinosaurio pterodactyl t-shirt. The strap on his mask was undone, the Championship he’d defend proudly draped over his shoulder.

“We knew this day was coming didn’t we?” The young man’s voice is low, humble. “Ever since you won that battle royal, we knew this moment was coming. Me, you, one on one. Television Championship.” There would always be certain facts he would be forced to accept, some that, despite his impressive abilities would always be there. “You’re bigger, stronger, more experienced. All that is true, I even believe the betting odds are tipped in your favour, but none of that matters. Speed kills, and you can’t measure heart Osland. When we get in there you’ll see that there really is no quit in me, no surrender and only one goal. Leave Texas Television Champion.”

His posture relaxes just a little; these promos were still new to him, but once he got going he found a natural rhythm he attributed to a youth spent on the sidelines while his father cut some of the best stuff ever seen in Lucha Libre history. “We couldn’t be more different Osland and though I respect your skills, your attitude betrays your ability. There’s always going to be an excuse when you fall short of expectations, our motivations are what make us different. I’d say you’re just another money and fame hungry Cabron but you’re not. Your talent is real, I see it, a blind man could see it, but it’s your heart I question. When things get rough what will drive you to greatness? Natural ability and money go only so far. I’m coming into our match ready to go to war for the right to walk away with this championship. Are you willing to match me?”

The drive, the determination and, most importantly, the passion of the young Latino rang through each word and pointed them at Oxford Osland like a loaded gun. “The things you did and said to Graysie Parker,,supposedly in the name of courtship? No Oxford Osland, you need to be taught respect, that size isn’t everything and that Dinosaurs aren’t extinct!” At that, the scene flows upward to the starry sky.

[SWAT Team]

[We see pulling into the underground arena car park a beat up yellow taxi.

Out step the driver, Rajiv Khan, his cousin Prince Mohammad, 'Been Jamin' Benjamin Bolt and newcomer Conrad Hay.]

Rajiv Khan : Stick with us Conrad and you'll go far in SWAT.

[Bolt and Mohammad give each other 'the look']

Conrad : (fat hillbilly from Alabama) I aint scared of shit.

Been Jamin: (Jamaican rastafarian) It's good to see SWAT brining in some new jobbers to elevate us mon'. I got this HYNDRXX cat. The Buffalo Soldier is gonna lite him up.

Mohammad : (Prince of India speaks in an educated English accent like a terrorist from 24.) I have me an encounter with a new Hawaiian. I mean, who bases their gimmicks on racial stereo types.

[Group shot of all 4 stereo types . The shot pans out and we see Dangerous Donna smoking a cigarette leaning against a concrete pole.]

Rajiv : (heavy gutteral Indian accent) Greetings and salutatiins Donna. I am the owner of SWAT India. If you wish to meet me in 'my office' (looks back at the cab) I am sure we can get you sone title matches there too.

[Donna flicks her cigarette at Rajiv and it sparks on his shirt sleeve for a moment and he goes into an absolute panic smacking at it and ripping the shirt off.]

Rajiv : You stupid bitch! You could have burnt me!

[Rajiv lunges at her in a rage and the others hold him back.]

Donna : You play with fire and you get burned. Don't mess with me punjab.

[Donna turns on her heel and walks off as Rajiv fumes screaming he will kill her.]

[SWAT Team]

Frank Salazar: The following contest is the opening match of the evening and is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first in his debut match, Kaupena Yoon!

The arena goes black. Drum beats start up around the arena. The crowd, in warbled drunken, adrenalized unison, join the announcer’s spiel. That last syllable, chanted by Kaupena Yoon’s fans and echoed no doubt, by millions upon millions in front of monitors in dens, living rooms, sports bars and less wholesome establishments across the world. The crowd leans forward. Then the lights in the arena dim. The Big Screen comes to life with just static. Spotlights cut through the murky darkness of the arena while a traditional Japanese violin starts to play around it. The sound of the crowd, barely visible in the darkness, suddenly disappears as they know what is coming next.

Quick cuts of a masked wrestler from somewhere flashes onto the big screen. It’s a spectacle, and we see bits and snippets of it all, a standing shooting star press, a springboard moonsault, a hurricanrana, a springboard plancha into the third row of a crowd. The picture bleeds red until we see the black mask of the wrestler. The Green's "My Hawaii" starts playing.

Kaupena Yoon faces off in the ring with a Mexican Luchador. Kaupena Yoon charges and they tie up. The Luchador takes Kaupena Yoon down into a headlock, Kaupena Yoon reverses it. He pushes the Luchador into the ropes and sends him off. Kaupena Yoon leap frogs over the Luchador and then springboards off the ropes and takes the Luchador down with a head scissors takedown.

Shots of various other moves from Kaupena Yoon flash on the screen until it stop on a last one of just the mask. The arena drops into darkness as this is playing out on the big screen. Suddenly pyros explode in front of the big screen, as the fans literally jump from the shock. The roving arm of the overhead camera picks out people in the crowd. As they realize there on the screen they hold the signs higher.

Strobes cut around the arena as orange smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way. The whole entranceway bursts into flames. A figure can be seen on the other side of the flames; he is dressed in red robes with the hood pulled up. He pulls the hood down revealing his red and black mask, dropping the robes to the floor revealing to the crowd who it is; Kaupena Yoon; Then, raising his arms over his head in an age-old gesture of defiance and supremacy as phosphorus flames blast in twin columns to the heavens behind him.

After emerging from the billowing smoke he charges towards the ring followed slowly by Cassandra. He climbs between the ropes and strides to the far side of the ring. Climbing the turnbuckle he lifts his arms up high to the cheers of the crowd. Flash bulbs blink from all around the arena catching this moment in history. He gets down and looks around. He nods his head and stands in the middle of the ring and taking in the cheers of the crowd and roars as pyros explode behind him as the fans throw in ribbons filling the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: Such an expensive production for a debuting superstar. I hope this Kaupena Yoon is worth it!

Andrew Fulton: Probably not. I mean, he might stick around for a show or two,but he’s prolly not worth the money.

Frank Salazar: And his opponent, Mohammad Khan!

Nimbooda Nimbooda hits and Mohammad Khan comes out while riding his elephant. He makes his way down to the ring before hopping off of the elephant and into the ring. A handler leads the elephant back to the back so that it doesn’t block the views of the audience.

Jeremy Tucker: Kaupena Yoon rushes at Mohammad Khan, grabbing him,and whipping him into the ropes. On the rebound, Yoon hits an arm drag to send Khan to the mat. Khan is quick to get back to his feet, but Yoon puts him back onto the mat with a well placed drop kick.

Andrew Fulton: Yoon goes to the ropes and comes back as Khan gets to his feet and spears him nearly out of his boots!

Jeremy Tucker: Yoon pulls Khan up and hits him with a flurry of punches before whipping him into the ropes again. Mohammad slips through the ropes to the outside of the ring. Kaupena Yoon goes to launch himself over the ropes in a plancha, but bounces off of the ropes into a backflip into a superhero landing in the middle of the ring!

Andrew Fulton: What kind of grandstanding bullshit is that?

Jeremy Tucker: The kind that gets the crowd cheering!

Andrew Fulton: Kaupena Yoon rushes at the ropes again, Khan just stands there with a smirk in the thoughts that Yoon was going to do another taunt, but Yoon dives over the top rope and takes him down with a suicide dive over the ropes!

Jeremy Tucker: Yoon pulls Khan up and rolls him into the ring.

Andrew Fulton: Yoon takes hold of one of the opponent's wrists and twists that arm in an arm wrench. Then he climbs up the corner turnbuckles and walks on the top rope before launching himself at his opponent with a Tilt-a-whirl head scissors transitioned into a single arm DDT and then float over into a Fujiwara arm bar.

Jeremy Tucker: That’s called the Justicia demoníaco! Yoon goes for the quick cover! I can’t believe that Mohammad Khan didn’t get off one move this whole match!

Andrew Fulton: Yoon ate Khan for breakfast! Dang, half this match was the theatrics of Yoon getting to the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: That sounds about right.

Andrew Fulton: Someday, someone gonna jump him during his little entrance spiel and it’s gonna be fun!


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(The Tron shows Psychotic Goth and Vampira who has an ominous and murderous expression on her face flames surrounding them as they look out at the arena ringsiders.)

Vampira: "RALLY JACKSON YOU HAVE COMMITTED THE MOST SINS OF SINS AND THAT IS SOMETHING YOU SHALL PAY FOR AND SINE YOU CALL YOURSELF AN ALLEGED 'GOLDEN GOD AND THINK YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! IF YOU THINK YOU CAN PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME! YOU ARE WRONG AND YOU SHALL BURN IN HELL!"

Psychotic Goth: "Rally Jackson you think you are a fucking god! You think you can torment anyone and bully anyone all because you have that SWAT World Heavyweight Championship placed over your shoulder! You have sullied that honored title worn by real champions like Syberus! Real champions like Radu Matei amongst others!"

(Psychotic Goth roars in Spanish dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "YOU ARE A JOKE! YOU ARE A WASHED UP PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT WHO LIVES HIS GLORY DAYS LONG PAST! YOU ARE A SHADOW OF YOUR FORMER SELF! YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST FADED AWAY OR JUST WALKED AWAY FROM SWAT! YET YOU DIDN'T AND THEN IN DESPERATE NEED TO SUPPORT EVERY FUCKING WHORE! YOU STEAL ANY CHAMPIONSHIPS YOU CAN CHEAT TO WIN!"

(He bellows in rage but then he calms down in very ominous and murderous intent.)

Psychotic Goth: "Then once you stole victory after victory! After you kept your championship you didn't stop there! No you just had to start pulling malicious pranks and think it was a joke! While you laughed at their humiliation and suffering! They complained and nothing was done because you were the champion!"

(Psychotic Goth roars in Spanish dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "THEN YOU DEMAND MONEY FOR A CHANCE AT YOUR CHAMPIONSHIP AND DARE TO CHANGE YOUR CHAMPIONSHIP TO SOMETHING THAT MAD THE CHAMPIONSHIP A JOKE! ONE THAT IS UNFORGIVABLE ANDDESERVESA TRIP TO HELL!"

(He roars again and roars maniacally.)

Psychotic Goth: "Then you go beyond the parameters of respect for others by burning Rajiv Khan's hair thinking it's a fucking joke and brag about
humiliating him! I'm not defending him but he deserves to be respected which you seem to lack! You hire someone to be your so called bodyguard because everyone wants to kick your ass! This worthless piece of trash won't save you from my beating you down like the shit that you are!"

(Psychotic Goth roars demonically.)

Psychotic Goth: "THEN YOU DARE TARGET MY WIFE AND VALET VAMPIRA! YOU DARE TO HARASS HER BECAUSE YOU THINK YPU ARE A FUCKING GOD AND YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE HER BECAUSE YOU CAN HAVE ANY WOMAN YOU WANT! YOU ARE GOING TO FIND OUT THAT MESSING WITH ME IS MESSING WITH TE REAPER! YOU MESS WITH 'THE KING OF THE GOTHS' AND YOU JUST DON'T TAKE YOUR HEALTH INTO DANGEROUS HANDS! YOU SHALL BE TAKING YOUR LIFE INTO YOUR HANDS AND THAT MEANS ETERNAL SUFFERING! IT MEANS PAIN AND PUNISHMNT THAT NOT EVEN YOUR WHORES CAN COMFORT YOU IF THEY EVEN CARE TO DO SO WITHOUT CHARGING YOU FOR IT!"

(He roars and unleashes a bellowing of Spanish curses that bodes badly for Rally 'Golden God' Jackson before calming down and an ominous silence settles around the arena.)

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight I won't just go out there to just beat you down! I'm going to gout there and make you suffer misery for all your sins that you have committed since you returned to SWAT! I'm going to inflict pain and punishment the likes you have never felt and in places you don't remember! That bag of fat you call a body shall be a bag of fat that shall be laying out in the ring! You shall be a blubbering corpse and a dying old fossil that shall be forgotten when I am through with you! No one shall show you any sympathy for what you did to them! Your whores shall tear you apart demanding their money! Then you shall see how it feels to be on the receiving end of those you have looked down upon!
I shall make sure of that!"

(Psychotic Goth roars before lowering his head and raising his arms before flinging his head revealing his pale handsome goth like looks.)

Psychotic Goth: "TONIGHT RALLY YOU SHALL BE JUDGED FOR ALL YOUR SINS! YOU SHALL BE BY ME! I SHALL BE YOUR JUDGE, JURY AND EXECUTIONER! YOU SHALL SUFFR ULTIMATE HELL WHERE YOU SHALL BURN....IN.....HELL AND THERE SHALL BE NO REST IN PEACE!"

(He looks into the camera with his usual maniacal rage.)

Psychotic Goth: "Now to anyone who mentions my name or even dares to even encounter me! Those who do this tonight while I'm in this welcoming mood shall see why I'm one not to be crossed! That goes for newcomers like you Union Jack! In my mood no one shall be safe if you get in my way which includes the whole locker room! It won't be pleasant and you shall truly pay the price and see my welcome isn't going to be so! Beware Union Jack fore I shall not be in a welcoming mood! Watch what I do to Rally and see why I lead the locker room and why everyone shall fear my wrath! When I become champion you Frostbite shall receive the first shot but beware because I won't just break your heart! I shall break your cellphone and kill it! You think you are a maniac! I am the most maniacal competitor around! Thus I have spoken and thus I shall prove why I spread my darkness!"

(The tron goes dark as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[Isabel Rios]

We cut backstage to Isabel Rios entering the building, dressed in high top sneakers, jeans and a hoodie, sipping on a can of High Voltage™ newest flavour, MegaMango! She offers friendly smiles and nods to backstage staff as she walks past before pausing as Warren W. Webber approaches.

“Isabel! Can I get a minute of your time?”

“Sure, why not?”

Isabel catches a microphone tossed to her from off camera as Warren moves to stand next to her.

“Great. How are you feeling after being attacked by Joanne Cannelli when you were being presented with your prize for winning the No Man’s Land tournament?”

Isabel smiles a little, shrugging as she holds her drink at her side.

“Wasn’t the first time I’ve been jumped from behind, won’t be the last. I guess when you’ve been on the roll I’ve been on as of late, people who want some attention are gonna try and use you to get it. She and I’ll get a chance to work it out face to face at some point, I’ve got no doubt on that.”

“You seem very calm about all of this.”

“Warren, I just cashed a check for two million dollars and I’ve got a shot at the Amazons championship waiting for me. Trust me, when someone puts me and the Cannelloni Queen in the ring together I’m gonna spike her on her fucking head, but honestly? Hard to not still have a bit of a smile on my face.”

“On the topic of the Amazons championship, ‘Kid Dynamite’ defends that belt tonight against Dangerous Donna. How do you feel about Donna jumping the line to a shot at the belt?”

“She sure jumped on something, eh?”

Isabel and Warren share a little grin.

“Listen, my title shot’s guaranteed no matter who’s holding the belt after tonight. I’ll admit, I’d rather earn my chances for gold by staying off my back for three seconds rather than being on it for a minute and thirty-six seconds, but end of the day I don’t get to make the matches. Does it all leave a bit of a bad taste in my mouth? Maybe. Probably not as bad as the taste it left in Donna’s though.”

“Wow, that’s gra-”

“The bad taste in her mouth being from Oxford Osland’s dick.”

“-phic.”

“Also, I totally called the 1834 hotline number. Absolute dead starfish, poor Donna was. Just…”

Isabel backs up to the wall, leaning back against it as if laying down, eyes shut, head turned to the side, arms and legs spread like, well, a starfish, before bringing the mic back to her face to yawn.

“Absolute pedestrian effort really. If you’re gonna be a ho, at least put the work in, right Warren?”

“Uh, okay…”

Isabel composes herself as she moves to stand back next to Warren.

“Anyway, that’s why I’m here tonight. Not to critique Donna’s fucknastic abilities, but for the Amazons title match. Gotta scout the competition; never seen Dangerous Donna wrestle and the only time I’ve seen Nicole Anderson it was against a robot so, y’know, good to get eyes on her against human competition.”

“And the fact that Joanne Cannelli has a match tonight, that has nothing to do with it?”

Isabel puts on a look of mock surprise.

“Oh, she’s here tonight? Well… how ‘bout that.”

Isabel shrugs and grins a little, sipping her energy drink as she turns and walks out of shot as we fade out.

[Oh-Oh]

Oxford Osland has been the talk of SWAT for a multitude of reasons as of late. His success inside of the ring is often where the conversation starts, and it's his exploits outside of the ring that seems to have captured the attention of the masses. Our hero arrives at the arena with a SWAT Television Championship opportunity set for later in the evening. As Osland approaches the backdoor, he walks past Rajiv Khan and his crew.

Khan: [Indian Accent.] "Mr. Osland, Sir. You're a King to me."

Rajiv drops to one knee, as if not worthy of being in Osland's presence. The entire gesture has Osland stumped.

Khan: "That trick you pulled on Dangerous Donna. Please tell us your secret."

Khan, Mohammed, Ben and Conrad all lean in, as if expecting some sort of cheat code.

Osland: "Did you say Dangerous Donna?"

Khan: "Why, yes sir. She just walked inside, and she's every bit the goddess in person as she was on film last week."

Osland raises his eyebrow.

Osland: "Film?"

Khan: "You know... In Commissioner Jonnie's office?"

A normal human might want to know more about the fact that they were caught on film doing things they shouldn't be at work with the opposite sex. But not Osland. He completely glosses over that and is more intrigued with something else.

Osland: "She's inside?"

Khan: "Why yes, she's here to challenge for the SWAT Amazon's Championship."

It's all starting to come together now. Osland's outward emotions flow from excitement to confusion.

Osland: "Not Good... Not Good.."

Osland brushes past the foursome, and into the arena. He forgets for the time being that he has a major championship match set for later in the evening. Instead, he's on a mission. Osland stumbles through a crowd of SWAT employees while doing his best to survey the area. 

[Then, it happened.]

*Appluse.*


*WOOOOOO!!*


*OWOWOWWWWWWW*


The entire crowd stops what they're doing and begin to serenade Osland with the hoots and hollers of a crowd that show approval of who he is and his recent actions. A few of them start to chant emphatically.


COMMISSIONER!!

COMMISSIONER!!

COMMISSIONER!!


Osland looks around to see a legion of supporters. Osland's smile is from ear to ear, but that doesn't mean that he's truly proud of himself knowing what he knows now. Dangerous Donna wasn't a special surprise from Keith Williams. Donna truly believed that he had match-making authority, eventhough nothing could be further from the truth.

The crowd parts down the middle, and there she is.

[Dangerous Donna.]

Osland expected her to be upset, but Donna approaches with an air of excitement. The brunette goddess approaches and uses her index finger to motion to Osland to come closer.


[SMACK!]


Donna: "You've humiliated me."

Osland is seeing stars. By the time he regains his wits, Donna has turned her back and walked away.

Osland: "Wait! I can explain..."

Osland takes off in pursuit of Donna.

Osland: "I'm a bigger star than Jonnie Valentine anyway..."

[Drum-Roll]

[Cut.]

[Justin]

Slow fade.

Battleground 35; Memphis, TN.

New Horizons indeed.

Backstage, moments after Graysie Parker had suffered the most humiliating moment of her young life. Yes, she lost to Blaze Freya, which is bad enough, but that’s not the specific moment in question. About eight minutes before Graysie ate a spear and counted the lights, she suffered the single most egregious and offensive violation of her personal space that she likely ever would.

Cue a quick flashback:

Feb 27, 2021 15:43:10 GMT -5 SWAT Team said:

Andrew Fulton: Blaze bounces right back up like a pinball in a machine. She ducks a wild swing from Graysie, gets up into her personal space, and...tries to kiss her? Graysie blocks it!

Jeremy Tucker: Blaze turns that shocking moment into an irish whip and a hot shot onto the middle rope! Graysie is back up quickly, but Blaze is on her with lefts and rights to stun her. Blaze raises her hand high into the air before sticking her hand down the front of her tights! What the heck?

Andrew Fulton: She slaps Graysie across the face, making sure that her fingers, God knows where they have been, get into Graysie’s mouth. I’m a little jealous to be honest.

Back in real time, well, historical time that is, and Graysie is leaned over a sink in her dressing room, face red from scrubbing, eyes watering from the sting of the loss compounded from the rage at being violated, and she contemplates shoving her her own fingers down her throat to induce vomiting.

Standing behind her, trying desperately to be of some kind of help but having very little idea of how to do so, is Graysie’s manager-turned-partner Eric Dane. The look on his face says it all.

Dane: Anything I can get you? Diet Coke? Battery acid? Industrial strength sodium fluoride?

Graysie dry-heaves.

Graysie: ...leavemealone…

Eric lays a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

Dane: No can do, kid-

Graysie turns on him, her eyes trembling in some mixture of rage, disgust, and embarrassment. Immediately her finger is in The Only Star’s face and she’s backing him right out of the washroom and into the larger dressing area.

Graysie: This is your fault!

Eric plays innocent.

Dane: What’d I do?

She jabs that finger into Dane’s chest, pressing him back even further, this time out of the door to the dressing room. The Suplex Siren doesn’t let up, not one little bit.

Graysie: EVERYTHING! That’s what! It's your fault I was even IN that match! Teaming with that big oaf Eddie D and wrestling against those two perverts and their lolslut gutter trash girlfriend!

Dane: How’s any of this my fault? I don’t book th-

She interrupts him with gusto and the flailing of arms.

Graysie: EVERYTHING! IS ALWAYS! YOUR! FAULT! UUUUUUUGH!

*!SLAM!*

On one side of the slammed door Eric Dane cocks his head, unused to being spoken to in such a way. On the other side of the door Graysie collapses, mentally exhausted and physically spent. A moment of uncertainty passes and Eric knocks, quietly.

Dane: C’mon, kid, don’t be like that…

He gets no answer.

Dane: Graysie…

Silence.

Dane: Kid?

. . .

[eddied]

(We catch up with Eddie hard at work in a gym. He's clearly shredded a load of weight and looks mighty pissed off that he's been interrupted by a reporter.)

EDDIE: Now what?

Reporter: So sorry Mr. D sir, but I have been sent by the office to ask you what you think of your perilous encounter booked at Texas Turmoil...

EDDIE: "Perilous encounter?" I am going to kick ass.
It'll be a piece of cake.
No... It'll be a honey glazed ring doughnut.
No... as easy as pie.
A warm cherry pie... can you smell pie or is it just this diet messing with me?

Reporter: In all honesty the pundits are saying this is going to be a blood bath, with you coming off second best. Do you not know who you're fighting at Battleground?

EDDIE: "Bloodbath?" I doubt that.
Of course I know who I'm fighting.
Blaze Freya... Main event right?

Reporter: No... Who told you that?

EDDIE: God damn Valentine!!! That match books itself. You can lead a horse to water but you clearly can't get it to book a straight card....
I slapped her on her... on her... on her best feature! You don't just slap a woman's "best feature" and get away with that?!!
It's grudge match gold. Main Event nirvana.... Who the hell am I fighting then?

Reporter: The Hellhounds.

EDDIE: Those bums? Shouting about some bygone pedigree?
I have forgotten more about tag wrestling than those chumps will ever know!
Who am I tagged with?
Forever feared Frostbite?
The firebrand James Fierce?
The delicious Eric Dane?
God damn it! Why did I start talking about food earlier...?

Reporter: Tagged with... No one actually...

EDDIE: What did you say?!! I thought you said "No one"?

Reporter: I did? It's a handicap match.
I'm sorry Mr D.
Please don't shoot the messenger.

EDDIE: A main event handicap match?
Well it's not what I would have booked, but fair enough... I have two bags set up here, I was sparring with two spar partners last week, this will be a great chance for me to get over before my title fight....

Reporter: It's not actually the main event....

EDDIE: What the hell?!!!! I am THE Big Deal around here and Valentine is trying to get in my head; trying to antagonize me into making a mistake.
No... No he's trying to soften me up. Trying to take me out before I face his bosom buddy Rally Jackson?!!
This is a waste of my blood and sweat. The crowd won't stand for the tradition of the rumble winner getting his title shot, being cheapened by this blatant sabotage.
If I'm gonna be set up, if I'm gonna face those two animals, it should come with the right level of recompense in the God damned MAIN EVENT!!!

Reporter: Don't be sour Mr D... I heard you go over well in Texas.
Wouldn't a star like you, with your lauded tag knowledge, be able to put up a valiant fight?
If you're the "big deal" you say you are you should be able to get over from anywhere on the card?

(The reporter realizes that the last few words could easily have angered Eddie. He winces and closes his eyes convinced that he's going to get a punch from Eddie D. He takes a half step back and crosses himself.)

EDDIE: You might have something there. They've always loved me in Texas. Hell I love Texas.
I even said I was from there to get in their good books back in the day and it worked like a charm.
They're wonderful people. Thick as pig shit, but wonderful.

Reporter: I don't think I should quote you on that. The Texans can be quite bristly about being slighted...

EDDIE: You edit me and I'll hunt you down and piledrive you through your press room desk, do you hear me?
Write this shit down. I don't care who I slight and I don't have to walk around on eggshells in any state in the union. 
Hey Texas, I love you, but here's some home truths that only someone who loves you would be honest enough to share.
When your oil runs out we're gonna give you back to Mexico... you gun toting, knuckle dragging, TexMex munching, cowboy boot wearing inbreeds. Your college football teams suck and so does your hot sauce.
Everything is bigger in Texas, especially the waistlines and the maximum weight limit on their bathroom scales.
Texans think they should secede from the union, because their rough tough, southern boy, bolt action bad asses that can make it on their own... but one snowflake falls on their stetson and they shit their knickers and hide under the bed.
I can say all this because the SWAT fans give me shit regardless of whether I show them love or hate, regardless of where I fight on the card or how much I bleed for their viewing pleasure. So Fuck Johnny Valentine and Fuck the fans!

Reporter: I think that the SWAT fans would respect you if you didn't verbally attack them each week.

EDDIE: And I think... I think you're very lucky I have two punch bags to punch instead of your balloon head on that pencil neck of yours. Now scram before I feel like hitting a moving target instead...

(The reporter dashes out of the gym and Eddie goes back to work, laying in heavy shots, alternating form one bag to the other. We hear him grunt out "Cerberus" and "Psycho", "Cerberus", "Psycho", "Cerberus", "Psycho" with the frightening whack of each punch on each bag. The footage fades to black.)


#BringItOn #MainEventEddie #BuyMerch

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Up next we have one of the hottest young talents here well to the wrestling world he is not, he has won many championships in this business and now he is bringing his talents here to SWAT.

Andrew Fulton: Well, he will be stepping into the ring with a veteran here in SWAT.

Frank Salazar: This match is scheduled for one fall with a 15-minute time limit.

Nimbooda Nimbooda blares out as Rajiv Khan drives down to the ring in a cab, as he gets to ringside he quickly climbs out from the driver's side and jumps up on top of the can, as he takes in the cheers from the crowd.

Andrew Fulton: I wonder how much Rajiv would charge you for a cab ride back to the hotel. After all, you need a ride right.

Jeremy Tucker: Wow, you know how to kick a man while he is down. I rode with you to the arena this evening so you do not like my company.

Andrew Fulton: I hate that touch the radio and listen to classical music.

Jeremy Tucker: What is wrong with classical music?

Andrew Fulton: I can not stand the music, besides I rather listen to some rock, that classical music puts me to sleep.

Jeremy Tucker: I would not have to ride if Frostbite did not burn my car.

Andrew Fulton: I understand you might sue Frostbite.

Jeremy Tucker: Should have him arrested for what he did. I have talked to Johnnie about this, Frostbite could be in for a possible suspension.

Andrew Fulton: That would be breaking news if that happens. But I would leave it to allow because Frostbite might decide to burn your home to the ground.

Jeremy Tucker: He needs to seek some help, this is getting out of hand.

Rajiv springs off the top of the can and he jumps right into the ring as he waits for his opponent.

Frank Salazar: And his opponent making his way down to the ring he stands six foot three and he weighs in at 216 pounds from Chicago Illinois, here is Devon D'Andre

Lights by Burden of the Sky blares out as Devon makes his way down to the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: I believe this man will be quite a threat to any champion in this company.

Andrew Fulton: I agree with you there.

Devon is down at ringside as he looks at Rajiv as he jumps up on the ring apron and gets into the ring.

The bell rings..

Jeremy Tucker: The two circle each other and rather quickly Rajiv quickly hits a tomahawk chop right into Devon as this back him up, Rajiv goes in as he picks Devon up and connects with an inverted atomic drop. He races into ropes but Devon catches him with a huge spinebuster.

Andrew Fulton: Devon reaches down as he pulls up Rajiv as quickly connects with a fireman carry neck breaker. Devon double stomps right on Rajiv's midsection. Devon drops down and lays in a heavy forearm blows to the side of his head.

Jeremy Tucker: Devon pulls Rajiv to his feet as he picks him back up and connects with a northern light suplex but bridges up.

1
2

Rajiv kicks out.

Andrew Fulton: Devon quickly gets to his feet as he pulls Rajiv back to his feet as he connects with a double Underhook backbreaker. He drops down and goes for the cover.

1
2

Jeremy Tucker: Rajiv kicks out. Devon gets to his feet as he drops down three straight elbows right to Rajiv's chest. Devon reaches down as he pulls him to his feet as he spins him around as he is attempting a German su0lex but Rajiv connects with a hard elbow right to Devon's jaw. He spins around and catches Devon with a discus clothesline. He then bounces off the ropes and connects with a quick leg drop. He goes for the cover.

1

Andrew Fulton: Devon kicks out. Rajiv reaches down as he connects with an Indian uppercut. Rajiv turns around as he leaps up on the ropes he comes off the ropes as he tries for a leg drop but he misses. Devon pulls Rajiv pulls and drops him hard back into the mat with a ddt. Devon adds in a couple of knee strikes right to his head. He pulls Rajiv back to his feet as he picks him up and connects with a release German suplex as he lands hard on his head.

Jeremy Tucker: Devon walks over to Rajiv and picks him up and puts him on the top ropes, as he is climbing the top ropes as he tries to connect with a superplex, but Rajiv blocks it, as he headbutts Devon right into his jaw as he drops from the top ropes. Rajiv jumps off the top ropes but Devon connects with a superkick.

Andrew Fulton: Devon got all of that, he might have knocked Rajiv out. Devon reaches down as he picks him and connects with the falcon arrow, as he hooks the leg.

1
2

Jeremy Tucker: Rajiv just kicks out. Devon pulls him to his feet as he picks him and drops him back into the mat with a brainbuster as Rajvi's head bounces off the mat. Devon pulls him quickly to his feet as he picks him..

Andrew Fulton: Pure Gold 2, he goes for the cover.

1
2
3

Frank Salazar: The winner of the match Devon D'Andre

Jeremy Tucker: Impressive win for Devon. Certainly, look for big things for this gentleman.

[Union Jack]

We cut to the winding backstage corridors of the Amarillo Civic Center where Warren W. Webber is seen running a sound check in front of a chain-link fence adorned with the SWAT logo.

As he presses his hand against his ear, listening for interference on the feedback loop, an agitated looking British Bear 'We know he is British because of the Sequined flag Snazzily embroidered on his mask' enters the shot. He is wearing a back Tee which displays the Union Bear logo and a pair of loose fitting, low slung jogging bottoms 'because that's how the kids are wearing 'em, iight?'.

Jack shoves the interviewer back against the fence with a low, angry growl and demands.

“What the hell Wesley?! I thought we were buds!” He squares himself off to the interviewer, preventing any possibility of escape. “Last week, after the show we went out for drinks! We had fun! We made plans! We were gonna go build our own promotion... with blackjack and hookers! Then you pull this bullshit?”

“OH, Hi-Jack!” The interviewer squirmed awkwardly in the altogether too small space between Union Jack and the fence. “What's up?! Shouldn't you, eh.. be getting ready for your match?”

“Ready?” Jack asks incredulously. “Like Bruce Banner, my secret is that I'm ALWAYS ready!”

Jack drives the point home by half turning, pulling the loose pants down and exposing his spandex clad ass and the little blue tail nestled between his cheeks.

“I mean, it's my FIRST week on the roster, cant be having my FIRST match late, now can I?!” Jack becomes momentarily distracted and smiles at nobody in particular. Suddenly he shakes his head and snaps back to the here and now. “But that's beside the point!”

“Okay, Okay” The interviewers tone is one of caution as he holds his hands up in submission and tries to calm the seething newcomer. “Why don't you tell me what the problem is?”

“You know!” Jack insists, angrily. “You know EXACTLY what the problem is!”

“Jack, please... I promise... I have absolutely no idea!” Webber lets the silence between them sit a moment or two, nervously testing the tension “Honestly. Please... Just tell me what I've done?”

“Tell you?” Jack shook his head in frustration before backing off several steps “Tell you?! Waylon... You screwed me is what you've done! You bent me over, pulled my singlet aside and went in dry!”

“w...wh...wh...” A look of utter horror washes over Warrens face and he starts to shake his head and look at the camera in a panic. “No.. No Jack..”

“Oh don't you go begging now!” Jack insisted angrily. “It did me no favors, did it?! Couldn't even spare a little spit for your ol' pal Jack, could ya?!”

“But.. No... Please Jack.” terrified, Warren is insistently shaking his head at the camera. “You cant say things like this!”

“My first day! New Job, New town... You took advantage of me Walter!” Jack shakes his head and runs his hand over his mask before tugging anxiously on it's right ear. “When I told you the things I did, I was under the impression he would be my first. You knew he wasn't, and you just let me go on and on like a fool... Then, you submitted the tape anyway! Don't try to deny it, I saw it play!”

“Jack! Please! I didn't d.... I didn't....” A look of deep confusion stuns Warren into a perplexed silence. “I... I... Jack... Are you talking about your promo?”

“OF COURSE I'M TALKING ABOUT MY PROMO!” Jack rages “Did you see it?! Talking about Psychotic Goth like a love sick stalker! I poured my heart out to you and you made me look a fool!”

“But, Jack...” Warren fidgets nervously “It wasn't my fault! The recordings are digital! They go straight to the video truck! I couldn't have held the tape back if I'd wanted too!”

“OH LIKELY STORY!” Jack yells angrily, over emoting with his flailing arms. “You knew what you were doing! Taking advantage of me like that! I'd only been in the country a day or two and you just couldn't wait to get some, could you?!”

“Jack.. Please... These scenarios are making me very uncomfortable...”

“Oh I'M making YOU uncomfortable?!” Jack laughed and shook his head “I'm like a violated cheerleader heading to class after her first trip behind the bleachers, hoping nobody notices that stain on my uniform or the scuffs on my knees and YOU feel uncomfortable?! HAR HAR HAR!” Jack mocks as he paces around “Do you know how ridiculous I look?! I called out someone I had no business mentioning! Worse still, he has a World title shot! What if he wins Wilbur? Do you know how amateur that looks in this industry?! I may as well have adopted a dark side persona or had a bar fight or gone to an abandoned warehouse!”

Jack continues pacing and resumes shaking his head.

“Jack, please... It isn't all that bad!” Warren tries to sooth. “Sure, Psychotic Goth seemed slightly agitated in his response, but I'm sure he is preoccupied with Rally Jackson for the time being... I'm sure if you just apologized all would be forgiven... he's a reasonable person.”

“Apologized?!” Jack scoffed “No, no Wheeler... He's on to me! He knows my secret shame!”

“What shame?!” Winston asked, resting a hand on Jack's shoulder. “You can tell me.”

“You don’t get it.” Jack shook his head, his eyes seemingly welling up. “You heard him, roaring indiscriminately in a Spanish dialect... I'm a Lucha, Wally.... I didn't understand a single word!”

Jack grabs the interviewer and embraces him in a tight hug, the look of concern falls away from Warren's face as confusion overtakes him. After a moment or two, Jack straightens up and smiles.

“Thanks, Walton. I really needed that.” Jack turns to leave and stares straight down the lens of the camera. Slowly, he turns back to Warren “Has that been there the entire time?”

Warren nods his head in perplexed silence. Jacks head drops and he uttered two words “Ah bollox.” as he shook his head and walked out of camera shot.

Warren stared at the camera in utter confusion for several moments before the shot cut to black.

[edwarddubin0604]

(Team Fairtex is in their locker room all warmed up waiting for their SWAT World Tag Team Championship Match with The KGB team of Armand von Krauss and Frostbite The Hired Killers are with them standing guard as they talk strategy. The door opens and The Hired Killers draw their Glocks and a shocked Warren W. Webber stumbles in and sees The Hired Killers and holds his arms up.)

Tong Fairtex: "Put your weapons away."

(The Hired Killers re-holster their Glocks.)

Tong Fairtex: "Okay why did you just burst in."

Warren W. Webber: "I stumbled on a banana peel."

(Tong motions Kim to look and she leaves and returns with a rotting banana peel in her hand. Team Fairtex look at each other and sigh.)

Team Fairtex: "Rally...."

Phantam Fairtex: "That fat dumbass probably thought he was funny as usual."

Tong Fairtex: "Let's hope that Psychotic Goth puts that shithead out of his pathetic misery once and for all. Now Warren canyouput your arms down unless you're attempting to audition for an arm pit roll on commercial."

(Warren W. Webber puts his arms down.)

Tong Fairtex: "So what's the pleasure of your visit Mr. Webber but I guess you plan on asking the obvious."

Warren W. Webber: "Among other things."

(Phantam pretends to be Karnac the Magician and Tong stomps on his foot.)

Phantam Fairtex: "Oww bruh."

Tong Fairtex: "Be serious bruh."

Phantam Fairtex: "Okay bruh."

Tong Fairtex: Now tonight the moments are counting down to the end of KGB's tag title reign. Now this isn't about stock or whatever since someone else has it and the pressure is off us to sell it. This is about our SWAT World Tag Team Championships which was stolen from us by those Society of the New Breed rejects Fatso Jackson and Penguin Mask. Those championships have been sullied and dishonored and disrespected by them and the current holders Armand von Sauerkraut and Frosty Root Beer."

Warren W. Webber: "Why didn't you accept his offer for a guaranteed title shot."

Phantam Fairtex: "We know a con when we see it. You see if it's The KGB you know it's some kind of con job and we're so over this part of our careers and we're ready to move on. Tonight we are going to be three time tag team champions and we're going to be literally bringing back the respect and honor of those tag team championships."

Warren W. Webber: "There are other championship caliber teams lining up too."

Phantam Fairtex: "You mean like say The KGB in some form with The Invisible Man of NPW Eric Dane and KGB's Luggage Carrier Eddie D. Yeah they're a possibility if we win. Then there's The Revenants who expanded from AWF and NPW. We're looking at them too which as well as other teams in AWF but that's if we win not when we in."

Warren W. Webber: "You seem to be getting ahead of yourselves."

Tong Fairtex: "That's not getting ahead of yourselves Warren. You brought up the tag teams contending for the championships and we just told you all the possibilities. So admit that you brought it up."

Warrn W. Webber: "Okay I admit I did that. You're rumored to be trying for the newly created NPW/XHF Trios Championship but there's only two of you."

Tong Fairtex: "We're thinking about that and we may have someone in mind but we're just thinking about it. Now let's get back to our match with The KGB. You see they have been showing how bad their championship run is. Armand's been getting beat down in every title defense and barely survived while Frostbite has been going from normal to being obsessed with his cellphone girlfriend making the tag team championships a second thought. You can tell how bad their championship reign has been a joke and how those titles have gone down in prestige."

Phantam Fairtex: "We intend to make those SWAT World Tag Team Championships relevant again. We're going to make sure those SWAT Tag Team Championships respected, prestigious and honored again. We're going to clean, fumigate and shine up those championships from the stink and smell KGB did to them."

Tong Fairtex: "We're also going to pay Frostbite back for destroying Jeremy Tucker's car because his cellphone says so. We're going to also make him pay by serving him upon a table or two and maybe we'll make it too hot for him to date that cellphone. Even better we'll destroy his precious girlfriend in front of him and toss it at him just to show him the err of his ways."

Warren W. Webber: "You know Frostbite's obsessed with the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship and is going to be a maniac."

Tong Fairtex: "You know what they say about one's Kryptonite and his is the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship is his Kryptonite. So tonight we're going to expose that Kryptonite and we'll just not retake our tag team championships but we're going to help Frostbite with some rehab to
cure him of his cellphone championship obsession."

Phantam Fairtex: "He needs intervention and when we take back our championships. We're going to make sure he has time to be cured."

Tong Fairtex: "Yes Dr.'s Tong and Phantam shall make sure you are cured of your obsession by removing those SWAT World Tag Team Championships from yours and Armand's waists. This will free you up to actually go for that big championship. Right now we have something to do and we're going to do it. Interview over and let's go."

Phantam Fairtex: "Right behind you."

(They leave followed by The Hired Killers.)

Warren W. Webber: "Team Fairtex is fired up and ready for their match. Back to you."

(The scene slowly fades to back.)

[frostbite]

Filmed Yesterday...

As the sun is settling behind the white clouds it is such a gorgeous backdrop so much so it is something that you probably dream about, very peaceful, the gorgeous backdrop is combine with the calm body of water, such a breathe taking view. We hear a few seagulls off in the distance we even see a white seagull flying down as it lands right in the body of water as it appears they are getting a drink of water. After getting a small sip, they take flight once again only a few feet until they land right on the sand, as it appears we just might be on the beach somewhere. The seagulls appears with his beak in the sand looking for food as they continue to look for a few more minutes it appears they have come across a silver wrap paper as they attack it trying to find something to eat, but they slightly turn their neck to the left, as it appears something is coming there way as they grab the wrap in their mouth and fly off with it.

Our cameras turn as we see what caught the seagull eye, we see someone walking along the beach and from what we can tell in their left hand appears to be a basket in one hand and a tan sheet in their right hand. As we follow this person as they appear to try and find that perfect spot to from what we can gather might be having a picnic. This person takes a few more steps until it appears that have found the right spot a few feet from the water. This person places the basket in the sand as they toss my the sheet or blanket and places it right on the sand. This person reaches down and places the basket right in the middle of the blanket. They slowly reach into the basket as they pull out a couple of what appears to be some sandwiches wrapped in plastic as he puts one on side of the blanket and the other on the other side facing toward the water. This person reaches back in the basket as they pull out a plastic container from what we can tell it might be pototo salad, as this person places it right in the middle of the blanket. They reach back inside the basket and pulls out a couple of plastic folks as he puts it on the top of the container of pototo salad. Our camera see this person back up as they are admiring the layout. Certainly someone is looking for a fabulous date or so we think. This person reaches into their back pocket as they pull out their cellphone as they might be calling their date. They might be late.

Our cameras zoom upward as we see they are wearing blue and white Nike's and they have on faded blue jeans, as our camera continue zoom upward we see this person is wearing a blue tee shirt. This person turns to the water as they are looking out and taking in this gorgeous sight. This person has their cellphone in their as they turn it toward as if they are also taking in the scenery. Our cameras continue to zoom upward we see that it is Frostbite.

Frostbite.. What a great view my love. I hope you like it. I thought it would be nice if could have a romantic picnic right on the beach.

Frostbite turns around as he walks over to the other side of the blanket and place his phone on the blanket as he races back over to the other side as he has his phone facing the water. He sits down on the blanket as he unwrap the sandwich for the phone ad if she is really going to eat it.

Frostbite.. I whipped up some ham and cheese with mustard on it. I know that is the way you like it.

He reaches back into the basket as he pulls out two paper plates as he places one in front of his phone and one right in front of where he will be sitting. He opens up the container of pototo salad as he takes his plastic fork as he puts some on the phone plate and them some on his plate.

Frostbite.. I hope you really like this. My mom gave me the recipe, I know you will like it. But before we dig in my love.

He reaches back into the basket and yes this basket is quite deep, he pulls out a bottle of wine, and a couple glasses. He pops the cork in the wine bottle as he places a glass right in front of the phone and one in front of him. He begins to pour some in the glass of the phone as he reaches to almost the top of the glass. He pours on a little in his glass.

Frostbite.. I can not drink too much my love, I have a match tomorrow night.

He places the wine bottle right in the middle of the blanket.

Frostbite.. I know how you like wine, so I gave you more. I am not trying to get you drunk and take advantage of you like that. I do not want you to think I am the kind of guy.

He laughs..

Frostbite.. I have one more surprise for you my love.

He reaches back into the basket as he pulls out a radio, he places it on the blanket right next to the wine, as he turns it on as he flips through the stations he finally comes across the right song and that would be My Endless Love by Lionel Richie and Diana Ross.

Frostbite.. How about before we eat my love. We dance, you know work up that appetitite.

He walks over as the phone as he reaches down to pick it up as he moves a few feet from the blanket as he places the phone right near his chest as he begins to dance. As the radio is blaring out with this romantic sound all over the beach. As the sound is coming to an end, Frostbite walks back over as he places his phone back on the blanket, as he walks back over to his spot as he takes a seat.

Frostbite.. Well I hope that worked up quite the appetitite.

He looks over to his phone with the pic of the SWAT World title on it, as he blows it a kiss.

Frostbite.. I have never felt this way about somebody before like I feel about you. I just hope you feel the same way. I told you love, this can be an everyday thing, but you just need to trust in me. I will give you anything your heart desires. I hope you know that. I am truly I love with you. But I am at my end of my rope love. We seem to be more apart that ever before. I want for us together forever but for some reason nobody wants us to be together and do not understand. I wonder if you really love me? I have done everything you ask of me thus far. But what must I do love for us to be together.. please tell me what must I do?

Frostbite jumps up as he paces back and forth. He stops as he looks forward his phone as if it is actually talking to him.

Frostbite.. What do you mean, I should not get upset? My heart hurts so much. This company is trying to keep us away from the other. Look around my love. I bought you to have a nice romantic evening and look how it is turning out we are getting into a fight. All I want my love is for us to be one. Is that really asking a lot? My God, I show you that I care about you. I put El Combatiente through a flaming table for you, but instead you jumped into another man's arm, Rally Jackson, Really? But that was not enough. I try to put Tong and Phantam through a flaming table but that did not work out according to plan but it is the thought that counts right. So for me to make up for my mistake I burned Jeremy Tucker car, but that appears that was not enough to impress you.

Frostbite begins to kick the sand in frustration.

Frostbite.. What do I have to do to earn your Love?

He walks over to his phone as he picks it up, as he touches the pic of the SWAT World title. He puts his head on the screen.

Frostbite.. I am so sorry my love, I got upset with you. I just for us to be happy. I want us to be together. I know love we will be very soon. I can not wait for the day. It will be so lovely. I hope you care about me as much as I care about you.

He leans in as if the phone is saying something to him.

Frostbite.. I know you love me. But like I said love, he just kills me inside that we are not together. I do not understand my love. I almost burn two men last week and all of a sudden they get a shot at the tag team titles. What in the hell gives Tong and Phantam the right to earn such a shot. I beat Tong last week and he gets a shot for him and his brother. So let me understand something, they can bitch and moan and they get a title shot. But let me ask for a chance to win your love and nobody wants to help me out. I can burn everybody in that locker room alive and it does not get anybody attention. Something must be done about that. Somebody my love must pay. It appears that I need to up my game that much more.

Frostbite puts his phone back on the blanket, as he once again continues to pace.

Frostbite.. Tong you tell me and my love along with Armand that you are going to bring respect back to those tag team titles. These titles have part of the KGB and that is where it will stand. I get it, you are quite sore that it was you and your brother were the weak link of the KGB and you had to go. So you believe you can right the ship by winning back those tag team titles. You will not only fail, but I have special plans for you and your brother tomorrow night. Since I did not get the job done last week, Team Fairtex will go through a flaming table because if you two do not then your wives will be made an example out of. Not only will be remain the tag team champs, but you are going to be sacrifices for my cause.

He looks over to his phone.

Frostbite.. Hell I just might put the four of you through the table just because my love wants me to do so. Tong you really believe that you are going to use my love as some way to try and cost us the tag team titles. Tong if you learned anything about me in the period of time you were with the KGB, is that I will do exactly whatever it takes to get the job done. My head is in this match you better believe that. This Tong will be yet another failed attempt by you and your brother to try and become tag team champions. But Tong, think about this for just a minute and see if I do not make any sense from what I am about to add.

He sits back down looking over his phone as he winks at it.

Frostbite.. I just mention not too long ago about sacrifices. It is rather ironic do you think that Johnnie has taken over as general manager of SWAT and he decides to bring what is suppose to be the most dangerous team in the business to this company. I think even a blind man can see that whoever walks out of this match with those titles which it will be the KGB. We are suppose to be force feed to Johnnie's boys. Tong, I would like to think you have some brains in that head of yours but you know I speak the truth. I am nobody bitch plan and simple. So once myself and Armand beat Team Fairtex, I am sure they are in the wings waiting. And if is the case, I will burn them to the ground as well.

Frostbite looks over as the wine from the phone is at, it is empty.

Frostbite.. Love, wow must have been thirsty.

He grabs the wine bootle as he pours more into her glass.

Frostbite.. Johnnie, this is fair warning. I will continue to burn everybody and anything in my path until my love and I can be together. So the ball as they say is in your court. Do what you must do, but remember I warned you it will continue. Until my love and I are finally become one.

Frostbite walks over as he picks up his phone as he walks over to the water as he and his love must look out as the moon shines down on the water.

Frostbite.. Trust me when I say Team Fairtex tonight are going to be made an example out of, because you and your wives are standing in my path of destruction and I will burn the four of you to the ground and the KGB will remain tag team champions that I promise. You are right about one thing Tong, but in a completely different way, I am going to use my lust and desire to be with my love and use that movtiation to fuel my fire as Armand and I, blow right past you. My promise my love it will be soon we will be together. Rally is that no only one that can have all the fun. It is high time that I am with my queen, because she deserves someone that will treat you the right kind of way. Team Fairtex, I can not keep stating the simply facts, it is time for you to feel.

He holds his phone once again to his chest.

Frostbite.. The burn..

He turns his back to the water as he places the phone back on the blanket. He stands right next to his phone.

Frostbite., Burn, baby burn..

Frostbite let's out a sadistic laugh as the scene fades out.