Battleground #37 : Easter Explosion! (Show)

[BlazeFNfreya]

“I’ve been waiting for this since the day I waged war on The KGB… n’ you’ve been running from it since the very same day.”

-Her unique British accent gave away her identity as quickly as her face would have, as we swung around to see The Blackpool Bombshell with a dead rose in one hand, a Bic in the other, staring blankly into the flame whilst burning the dried up flower-



“I’m five-feet-six-inches tall, one-hundred-twenty-five pounds soaking wet so when people see someone like me going against someone like Eddie D, they assume it’s unfair. They assume I stand no chance- T-that I’m just being thrown to the lions den!”

-The rose ignites into a ball of fire and she drops it to the concrete floor, looking up at us as it burns-

“Eddie D is no lion. Lions do not hide behind locked doors, lions don’t talk all this shit about how physically dominating their presence will be, only to lose alongside his top men! He says KGB forever but the moment I declared war, what the FUCK did Eddie do!? HE RAN! HE HID LIKE A COWARD CLAIMING ARMAND COULD HANDLE HIS OWN PROBLEMS!!!”

-Blaze laughs psychotically and turns all the way around, leaning forward to get right up in our space-

“When I smashed your enormous body through your own locked door, did you feel like a big man, then? These people are all convinced you’re some sort of a beastly force of nature but I just don’t see it! I see a big soft teddy bear who just wants to be cuddled… Awww.”

-She holds her hands over her heart, sincerely feeling for her opponent it seems here, until she cracks a smile that is-

“I’m afraid there will be no cuddles come co-main event time, my big soft teddy! Only asskicks and throat punches await you there because I’ve grown so damn tired of the same old thing here in SWAT! Some “big man” comes along n’ everyone drops to their fuckin’ knees for em! Not me, Eddie! NOT ME, SUITS! You’ll all see exactly how big these big men really are when they’re sharing a ring with Blaze Fuckin’ Freya!!!”

-Suddenly she doesn’t seem so small as she lunges at us, forcing the scene to cut to static and leaving us to wonder if Eddie D will seem just as big in the ring, or if she will indeed make him feel and/or appear small? Stay tuned to find out! As Easter Explosion! CONTINUES!-

[Kyle]

Swiveling around in a leather chair, SWAT Universal Sin Championship on his lap, Keith Williams greets the viewers by acting like his hands are guns. Shooting off several rounds at the camera, The Ultimate Kingpin holds his chest and acts like he was hit by an enemy's bullet.

Keith Williams: "Oww, you got me right in the heart, pilgrim!"

Laughing, Keith grasps his gold to ensure it doesn't fall as he goes into a fit of laughs.

Keith Williams: "So you gathered your friends and got a little creative this week, Dane. That's sweet. I'm sure Scott Steel and Pete Whealdon were grateful to feel relevant."

Cue the slow clap.

Keith Williams: "Overall I give the effort a B-. You started off strong with the imagery, but it tapered out and became mostly spite."

With material like that, how could he not beat LD???

Keith Williams: "Don't remind me, your gimmick is talking shit and burning bridges! We get it, guy."

Should Dane quit, what promotion would welcome him with open arms? Probably none.

Keith Williams: "While you're trying to destroy any semblance of a career in the XHF, I'm building my legacy for years to come. Abandon any and all comparisons, because I'm second-rate to no one."

Greg Adkins? Pete Whealdon? Haha, okay.

Keith Williams: "Did signing a deal with the wrong devil not go as planned? Are The KGB not treating you as good as Eddie D? That's a shame, really."

Boo hoo hoo.

Keith Williams: "Eric Dane came into SWAT inebriated on his own hype, only for no one to care, leading to an immediate loss against The ReVenants and Blaze Freya."

I'm sure that still stings.

Keith Williams: "I wish I could take credit for the downward spiral. Though it seems it started months earlier. When you couldn't quite get the job done against Gordon Carlson. That's no insult about Carlson, I still think about the loss him and Ghaven handed Neo and I at End of Days."

A goddamn All the Fish match.

Keith Williams: "You started to recover when you won the North American Double Crown Championship, but your confidence was shaken. Wasn't it? Enough so, that you couldn't capitalize on your opportunity at the XHF X*Crown Championship. Dylan Black handed you another loss that wasn't easy to swallow."

Surely Dane's a rebellious spitter.

Keith Williams: "Leading to you losing to Lord Dominicus and ending up where you are now. In a match for MY title. The SWAT Universal Sin Championship."

Patting the gold resting on his lap, Keith drills into one of his two opponents.

Keith Williams: "What's the matter, Eric? Is there trouble in paradise? Are things worse than they appear in The Syndicate? Your boys, Double S and Double J, are prospering. Newly crowned Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions and they nearly unseated the XHF Tag Team Champions."

A hushed, single chant of, "You deserve it!", repeats itself from the lips of The Champion of Champions as an in-between to what he has to say next.

Keith Williams: "Meanwhile... You're drowning, aren't you, Dane? Drowning in your own self-pity. Hellbent on touching everything with your toxic tendrils. Impossible to tolerate, unbelievably stupid in passing off Death Trap as anything less than a danger. The Main Attraction, a former X*Crown Champion, he isn't anyone to overlook."

Gurgle. Gurgle. Gurgle. That's Eric Dane choking on water. Or his own shit, I'll let you decide.

Keith Williams: "You and yours seem to know what's best for me. Like a compass as to the direction of my life. Intent on ruining something without certainty."

Oh no, I'm unhappy with my shortcomings, better rain on someone else's parade. That's the ticket to getting people to care about me!

Keith Williams: "Did you take a trip to the beach, Only Star? Is there some sand stuck in your vagina that's causing this moodiness? So self-absorbed you can't handle the spotlight being off you for two seconds. If you ever were important, that moment has passed. You want to be, but you're not the smartest man in the room. You can boast, you can posture, it doesn't cover up the fact you're becoming more and more irrelevant as the days pass. You're scared of losing and it shows. You're slinging dirt to dig an empty grave for your opponents, unaware it's yours and soon you'll be six feet under due to your own pigheadedness."

Keep shoveling, dumbass, nobody's going to stop you.

Keith Williams: "Dying Star, if you're clamoring for the afterlife, I'd be happy to turn you into a ghost. As far as infuriating fucking cunts go? You're by far the worst. A soppy, disgusting blue waffle."

Extra butter and syrup, please.

Keith Williams: "As you burn out and wonder whether you'll ever reach the top again, I hope you do your share of self-reflection, Dane. Actually evaluate your situation and consider something you haven't. Maybe the problem isn't everyone else..."

Who could it be?

Keith Williams: "Maybe the problem is you, motherfucker."

HMM! How's that humble pie tasting?

Keith Williams: "Death Trap, after being in the ring with you and seeing the matches you've had in SWAT, I can't lie... I have more respect for you than I used to. You're a brick shit house that refuses to die. You did well by Radu and that's admirable."

Long live Radu Matei.

Keith Williams: "However, tonight isn't about you either. Tonight is about me. Tonight is about continuing my reign as the greatest US Champion the XHF Network has ever witnessed. By any means necessary, I will retain my championship."

Clutching the SWAT Universal Sin Championship close, Keith adamantly explains the point of the show.

Keith Williams: "Easter Explosion is an event to pay tribute to and idolize the TRUE saviors of SWAT... The ReVenants! Keith Williams and Oxford Osland!"

ReVs fo lyfe.

Keith Williams: "We won't crucify ourselves for you, but we will tell you how to live your lives!"

But will they have to pay taxes?

Keith Williams: "Here's a bold prediction, I predict... Double O and KW retain their titles, edging ever closer to the 2021 Anzac Cup, where they will take it all. Is that too presumptuous? Oh well, that's the future destined to happen."

Mark your calendar as needed, it's going to be twelve straight months of ReVenants pride.

Keith Williams: "R-E-V, baby."

[SWAT Team]

Andrew Fulton: Well it’s time for the next match and it promises to be amusing!

Jeremy Tucker: No obvious marks for you to cheer for? Might get a refreshing match out of it.

Frank Salazar: This match is scheduled for one fall! Entering the ring first … at 5’10” and 180 pounds, from New York, New York … here is HNDRXX!

[As ominous chorals vocals come on.]

[Denzel Curry starts to speak.]

"I went from sticking pennies in the jar
To offshore bank accounts
See me and my conglomerates is lucrative
I'm talking big money, big chains"

[As the beat kicks in, HNDRXX appears in the entrance, Hood up on his Flatbush Zombie Hoodie, pulling it down he begins walking down towards the ring with a purpose, slapping hands with any outstretched to him.]

Andrew Fulton: He may need to learn about the business a bit, rely more on things that work like using the tights and such, but this kid has a ton of potential.

Jeremy Tucker: He is a submission specialist, not a KGB member Andrew.

Andrew Fulton: That’s the kind of attitude that prevents you from being on top Tucker. You think the managers at stop and shop got to be on top by treating their underlings like people? Nah bro.

Jeremy Tucker: What an odd comparison.

"Jesus, please deliver us from evil
Please pray over all my people
What you see in life's illegal"

[HNDRXX makes it down to the apron as the chorus hits. Mocking a prayer along to the lyrics, before turning around]

"I don't wanna use my desert eagle"

[HNDRXX Takes off the hoodie and tosses it into the crowd.]

Frank Salazar: And his opponent, at 6’1” and 220 pounds, from Norwich, England … UNION JACK!

As the ring announcer finishes up, a booming voice from nowhere fills the arena, like an excited chihuahua with no social filter, the unseen speaker tries to sound tough despite the like a childlike inflection to his voice.

Lil' MC: "You Ready for this, bitch?! We 'bout to have a mother fuckin' Picnic, Yo!"

The arena is plunged into silent darkness for several moments. From the darkness, the sound of police sirens and distant gunfire rings out. After a moment or two, it seems the sound is gradually moving closer. The expected red and blue flashing of strobing beacon lights fills the stage.... silhouetting a lone figure standing in the darkness. As the noise builds, the figure raises it's arms out to the sides, a flowing cape obscures the shape further.

Then a sudden drop of heavy rock completely drowns out the sound effects and the entire arena is filled with music, flashing red and blue lights and a sense of urgency. The near screamed lyrics from “The Bear” by Green Jelly booms over the PA System.

"The bear went over the mountain to see what he could see. Hey!"

The figure on stage throws the bear skin trimmed union flag cape back, revealing his Union Flag Bear mask and blue singlet. He thrashes rhythmically to the music, his cape billowing behind him.

"The other side of the mountain was all that he could see, so!"

A shorter Man-Bear bursts through the curtain and runs excitedly around on the stage, looping around our gyrating star.

"He went back over the mountain to see what he could see. Hey!"

The small bear drops to his knees and skids across the stage stopping right in front of the ramp before the Luchador.

"The other side of the mountain was all that he could see!"

He pops up to his feet and starts furiously strumming the plastic penis that hangs from the front of his costume, the sound of the little bell amplified by the megaphone he is holding close to his crotch.

"You darn fool, you darn fool, can't you plainly see? hey!"

Union Jack rushes forward and leaps over Lil' MC in a split leg jump.

"It's nothing but a cabbage head his grandma said to me. ho!"

He lands gracefully and the two Bears sprint down the ramp.

Andrew Fulton: Now this guy I can get behind, he will do what it takes to win. Including having bears escort him to the ring. That’s so macho!

Jeremy Tucker: Clearly he is a student of the XHF Network. Have you noticed how many bears run around this place Andrew?

Andrew Fulton: I’m not complaining. I’d rather meet a bear in a back alley than a stop and shop store manager!

Jeremy Tucker: … Who hurt you?

"Many a-miles I've traveled, a thousand miles or so, hey!
I never saw a head of cabbage with hair upon it before!
What's this cabbage?!"

The confused crowd cheer and jeer in equal measure as the two men peel off in different directions, Jack veering right, Lil' MC heading left.

"The bear went over the mountain to see what he could see. hey!
The other side of the mountain was all that he could see, so!"

Both men move to opposite sides of the ring and dive under the bottom rope, sliding into the ring.

"He went back over the mountain to see what he could see. Hey!"

Jack pops up to his feet and stands with his arms spread wide in the center of the ring, while Lil' MC poses on one knee in front, furiously strumming his penis as the houselights settle and the music fades off.

[DING DING DING]

Jeremy Tucker: And we’re off to a fast start as both men tangle in the middle of the ring and jostle for position. Union Jack seems to have the size and power advantage here in the outset.

Andrew Fulton: And there’s a quick arm drag from HNDRXX to reverse the momentum. And now he locks in a deep arm bar.

Jeremy Tucker: But Jack is able to fight out of it and kip up to his feet. He has the pressure reversed into a top wrist lock. OOF! And Jack not messing around goes to the gut with a big front kick.

Andrew Fulton: HNDRXX not taking that lying down Tucker. Check out the resilience on this young man. He just responds with a shootkick to the hip. Oh but Jack shoots for a double leg takedown.

Jeremy Tucker: Down goes HNDRXX but he wraps up the head of Union Jack into a front chancery as they fall, and one roll through has him with a mounted headlock! As Jack slips his arm into the hold to break the choking effect it looks like HNDRXX decided to target the arm.

Andrew Fulton: I may have to change my tune on him. That stomp to the bent arm of Jack has him rolling in pain and was downright devious! No Stop and Shop for him!

[HNDRXX steps back and finger guns to the crowd before charging Union Jack as he sits up.]

Andrew Fulton: Ooof and a stiff penalty kick to the chest. He pins. Only a one count. Jack is far too resilient for this to end so soon.

Jeremy Tucker: Both men move to their feet. Now they trade blows in the middle of the ring. Each chop from HNDRXX has the crowd shouting woo!

Andrew Fulton: They’re so fickle. Like stop and shop. They should be cheering those power elbows from Union Jack. Oh but HNDRXX changes it up with a European uppercut, and another!

Jeremy Tucker: Oh but Jack shuts it down with a step up enzuigiri! HNDRXX is reeling! And there’s the lariat!

Andrew Fulton: HNDRXX kips right back up though. Right into a double arm suplex! What a crisp move from Union Jack! I love this! And so does the crowd who are quickly getting behind both of these amazing athletes. Jack, stay on him! Don’t let him recover!

Jeremy Tucker: Having clearly heard Fulton, Jack locks in an STF trying to flex his own submission chops here. HNDRXX is not giving in and is slowly but surely dragging the larger man to the ropes. Oh but Jack grabs the arm as he reaches and torques it back into the arm-trap cross-legged STF!

Andrew Fulton: Look at HNDRXX! He’s refusing to risk losing his other arm to this brutal hold! Wait what’s he … he is somehow army crawling on one arm to the ropes. HE BIT THE ROPES FOR THE BREAK! Ok Jerry I’m impressed officially now.

Jeremy Tucker: Indeed a very creative counter. Jack breaks the hold as the ref gets to four. HNDRXX wisely rolls out of the ring to recover. WAIT Jack comes over the top rope with a slingshot crossbody!

Andrew Fulton: But HNDRXX rolled it through and has a hold of the leg. He drops into a kneebar! Oh but Jack uses his free leg to knee him in the gut. Both men to their feet. Some body blows from Union Jack and a roundhouse from HNDRXX to reverse but Jack ducks it and shoulder barges him into the barricade.

Jeremy Tucker: And another shoulder. Jack steps back and HNDRXX goes for a roundhouse. Jack ducks but it was a feint! HNDRXX sweeps the legs and Jack goes face first into the barricade. HNDRXX rolls into the ring to catch his breath. What a counter.

[Union Jack is slow to his feet as he checks his face for blood. No blood so he’s ready to go. He climbs to the apron and HNDRXX springs off the adjacent ropes with an enzuigiri dumping him right back to the floor.]

Jeremy Tucker: Flash of speed from HNDRXX and Jack is back to the floor holding his head.

Andrew Fulton: HNDRXX beckons Jack back into the ring. Jack slides in and rolls back under the ropes as HNDRXX tries a standing senton. Jack is back to his feet on the apron and OOF slingshot spear through the ropes.

Jeremy Tucker: A one count only as HNDRXX rolls the pin into an inside cradle but transitions it into a grapevine ankle lock.

Andrew Fulton: He does that so much nicer than that loser Caffrey.

Jeremy Tucker: Is there anyone you AREN’T going to take a pot shot at tonight?

Andrew Fulton: My mother. Such a wonderful lady. Stop and Shop wronged her.

Jeremy Tucker: I … just … ok well anyhow Jack has managed to grab the ropes and break the hold again. No rest for the weary as Jack gets hauled to his feet and takes a cravat. HNDRXX following it with a beautiful series of kicks and Jack is backed to the ropes.

Andrew Fulton: What explosiveness! Jack just caught HNDRXX with a tilt-o-whirl backbreaker as he charged in again! HNDRXX holds his back as Jack leaps to the top rope. FROG SPLASH INCOMING!

Jeremy Tucker: HNDRXX not feeling froggy as he manages to avoid the splash and locks in the Emperor’s Corpse Enclosed in the Plaster Wall! Jack’s leg is being ripped apart by this savage hold!

Andrew Fulton: Jack is screaming in agony. He struggles but refuses to submit. He manages to grab the bottom rope again! What resilience from both these men. They are punishing each other for our amusement and I AM ENTERTAINED! … are the bears still here?

Jeremy Tucker: No they were sent to the back. HNDRXX not waiting around to counter this time. He hoists Union Jack up, looking to end it right here with the Tokyo Exorcist!

Andrew Fulton: But Jack manages to wriggle off the shoulders and catches HNDRXX with the tornado DDT! Both men on the mat as the ref counts them both down. Look at Jack rubbing and pounding his own left leg to get the blood flowing. At 8 both men now to their standing base!

Jeremy Tucker: Another exchange of blows in the middle of the ring. Jack again gets the upper hand and looks for the Bearbuster! But HNDRXX catches his legs on the head and pulls him over with a headscissor into a headscissor choke! The ref counts to four and the hold is broken. Jack crawls away.

Andrew Fulton: The ref needs to back off. As Jack crawls, he’s right on top of him to check on him but HNDRXX is on the middle rope. He signals to the crowd for a double foot stomp and finger guns at Jack. Jack sees this though! He shoved the ref OUT of the way? WHY NOT PULL HIM IN THE WAY!

Jeremy Tucker: THAT’S WHY! As the ref was turned away he sprung to his feet and kicked HNDRXX with the Picnic Basket as he came down and now HNDRXX is holding his jewels in agony. The ref tells Jack off but Jack just tells him he was saving him.

Andrew Fulton: Jack stands in front of HNDRXX who claws at his knees trying to stand. BEARBUSTER!

ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NO!

Jeremy Tucker: I don’t believe it! HNDRXX managed to grab the ropes! Jack is holding his head in confusion. He holds up three fingers to the ref but the ref holds back 2 and shows him the ropes. What a brilliant move by HNDRXX. What ring awareness!

[Jack slowly pulls him to his feet. He hits a back elbow sending him into the corner. Jack charges but HNDRXX rolls forward under his clothesline and on the rebound catches his wrists!]

Jeremy Tucker: OH NO! HNDRXX is looking to end it with his signature submission the Buddha strangled in Vines! He’s got it locked in!

Andrew Fulton: But Jack flops backwards and uses the hold to tangle the arms of HNDRXX and pin him to the mat. He gets his feet on the ropes and a handful of tights!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
HNDRXX manages to break the hold and kick free a nanosecond too late!

Frank Salazar: Your winner by pinfall … UNION JACK!

Andrew Fulton: Wonderful finish. The ref had no clue. That’s the x factor you need to win matches. Still both of these men impressed me immensely!

[Donzig]

The scene opens to an empty street, and the sound of air raid sirens blasting across the streets of this barren city. Trash swirls in the wind, and there is not a sound but the rising and falling of the sirens. Then a voice speaks, the images of the empty city continuing to roll in the background.



'Rejoice, for you have been chosen by the Void. Rejoice, because the great darkness has found you worthy.'



The scene changes to images of violence, of cities burning in the darkness. Smoke rolls across the skies as cars move to get away from the chaos, or just indifferently keep moving. Scenes of riot, and ruin. Tanks roll down empty streets, people cry as they stand amid the wreckage that was once their home. And these images of destruction soon fade to black before the voice continues, still cold and pitiless.



'The time has come for the blessings of Oblivion. To be consumed by the darkness, to be devoured by the Void. To be destroyed and reborn anew. Stronger. More pure. No longer bound to false ideals, no longer trapped by false morality.'



Candles flare in the darkness, rows of them in what appears to be a church. A shadow moves before the candles, fingers slowly lingering across the flames. The camera moves to reveal the empty eyes of saints looking down on empty pews, the long aisle of an abandoned nave. The figure pauses before the altar, and a hand extends from a leather coat sleeve. Black tape is wrapped around those hands, clearly ready for a fight as they drag across the metal surface of what appears to be a stylized skull mask.



'The Herald of Oblivion has come. Now comes the hour of penance, of destruction, of rebirth. The false heroes will be driven out, they will be consumed by their own darkness, their souls laid bare. Now is the time for the weak to be culled from the herd, to be driven out. Only in pain can we be purified, only in suffering can we find redemption, only in violence can we be free.'



The hand tightened, and the mask was lifted slowly before the figure slowly dragged it over his unseen face. He leans on the altar, and then slowly turns as a cold wind snaps through the church. The candles guttering and flaring wildly, moving about in the wind before they die leaving the church in shadow. Thin ribbons of smoke rise past the stained glass, and the voice speaks again.



'Rejoice, the hour of liberation is at hand. Rejoice, the void is here.'

[SWAT Team]

[Rip it Up by 28 Days hits as we switch back to the ring, there is a couch and a coffee table and the set of Suit's Suite is in the ring. Mad Dog Paul Soutter makes his way down to the ring, high fiving the fans, no selling social distancing.]

[On the SWAT Tron we see doctored footage of Tom Cruise jumping up and down on the couch imposed in the ring. Then more doctored footage showing Rick James/Dave Chappelle on his back stamping his feet on the couch. FUCK_ YO_ COUCH. Now a shot of Heidi giving Suit a lap dance on the couch on the SWAT tron.]

Soutter : WELCOME TO SUITS SUITE!!!

What’s up Jerusalem?

[Cheap pop.]

First things first. Keith Williams. You got me last week. Man to man. Cudo’s to you. Something tells me we will meet again, sooner than later. Maybe perhaps, in the upcoming Trio’s party in Canada?

[Suit pauses, pondering.]

Ohhh, who I am teaming with. I have a few feelers out and rest assured, we WILL be there and boy o boy do I hope you ReVs make it to face US!

Until then though, well done.

Now, onto tonight. Rally Jackson. What a year 2020 was for you. World Title. Tag Title. Ultra Mega Heavyweight Championship. Wrestler of the Year!

More ribs than a snake, and a snake you are! Don’t rib the ribber you say. I say don’t SCREW with ME!

Tonight when you get in the ring with the Mad Dog! You will be FOUND wanting.

Jeremy Tucker : The Founder will find him wanting!

Andrew Fulton : Thanks for repeating what he just said Jerry.

Soutter : Enough of that for now though, we have a guest to bring out here to the Suite! Who better than our NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! PSYCHOTIC GOTH! Come on Down!!!

Evil green mist bellows out of the ring entrance as a woman screams and Psychotic Goth laughing maniacally as "Welcome To Your Death" by Annihilator plays and Vampira leads Psychotic Goth to ringside in chains while holding Psychotic Goth's homemade weapon. He ignores the ringsiders and stops at the ring for Vampira to unlock the chains and Psychotic Goth rubs his wrists hard as he climbs the ringsteps and enters the ring and stands in his corner. He slowly takes off his trenchcoat and jewellery before he lowers his head and raises his arms before throwing his head back revealing his pale handsome gothlike looks looking and snarling like a demonic maniac crazed and intimidating as he is given his homemade weapon and he caresses it before placing it in his corner for Vampira. The World Belt around his waist.

Soutter : Goth. You wont be needing that tonight out here (nods to the weapon) Welcome! Congrats on the big win. You deserve it man.

Goth : "It stays with me since I am not a fool. 'The King of the Goths' always brings his sword with him wherever he goes as they say in the Medievil times.

This championship is like a crown and scepter combined and I earned it and brought honor and dignity back to the championship. It was sixteen years I have waited since my debut in Hardkore World and it even took five months for me to debut and even then the division closed. Then in Hardkore Britain, my place of power, I won the Tri Counties Title only to be screwed out by it's commissioner when he stole the championship from me in a three way match with two nobody's Giant Baba O'Reilly and some loser. Baba stole it but in the end. He disappeared without a trace and I went on to win the Hardkore Britain Tag Team Championships with one Bryan Warrior my doppleganger and soul brother. We were multiple champions until the division closed. Then in my return to SWAT after the first resurrection and I once again began spreading my darkness and destroying Henry Brown for the SWAT Hardkore Championship. However, it was in the SWAT ACW Division that I was screwed since I never really lost my championship to Beelzebozo and just when I was on the verge of regaining my championship Joe Pesci ruined everything by canceling the match and the show costing me the opportunity regain my championship. Then I defeated that nobody Henry Brown for the old XWCW now SWAT Hardcore Championship only to see it given all kinds of names by Syberus, Eddie D., Rally Jackson who soiled it and Keith Williams. This shall not happen to the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship. I swear on my honor."

(He roar in an ancient Hebrew dialect.)

Soutter : That’s ….. quite the history lesson. It’s been a long time coming. The World knows you are a maniac and a wild man, but they also seem to have embraced you of late and now see you as some sort of cult hero.

Goth : "Yes I am and anyone who thinks and I mean anyone who thinks this is some act had better beware of my wrath. They shall find out why 'The Psychotic One' is a true maniac in and out of the ring and that shall always be my persona. While everyone returns and then announces themselves as the new this and that. I stayed the same because I am true to myself and that's what those who follow me and cheer me prefer and not some wrestler with one bad gimmick and nickname after another. I have always been anti establishment and I shall always be just that. It's my nature."

(Psychotic Goth bellows in an ancient Hebrew dialect.)

Soutter : That’s what they love about you I think, that you are you and you be you and we all can take it or leave it as you are, but whether they cheer you or boo you, you don’t change and stay true to yourself, very admirable qualities in todays world.

Goth : "That is true since I do not care about fan reactions it's what happens in the ring that counts and the results. You see it's like I said I am a practicing Goth and always will be. Everyone cares about their personas more than they do their own dignity. They give in to promoters’ fickle tastes and give in to the whims of ringsiders favor. When it comes to me, I don't do that which was one thing that my mentor, The Shootfighter, taught me and I haven't forgotten his advice."

Soutter : Well, now you have reached the summit, the journey has really just begun, now, you have to stay at the top, and believe me, EVERYONE wants to be where you are. Rally wants a rematch. Eddie has a title shot in the bag after winning the Rumble. D’Andre tonight is undefeated at SWAT and holds a victory against YOU on his debut no less.

Goth : "Yes my kingdom reigns at the moment and I shall defend against all who attempt to storm my walls and prevent my darkness from spreading all over SWAT and or over the XHF. I know Rally is whining about losing his tarnished championship. I know Eddie D. wants a rematch with me and I want that rematch to avenge my loss and I also plan on avenging my loss to Devon D'Andre. Since he can run his mouth and wants my true darkness to come out. So be it. Devon you shall see me in my dark and destructive side and you shall be wishing you didn't concentrate on winning this shot at the championship. You shall suffer a devastating first defeat. Be assured that I shall take on all comers win, lose or draw 'The King of the Goths' shall defend his kingdom against all comers and show them the ultimate darkness in my soul and fill them with my darkness which shall change them all forever. That includes Devon D'Andre tonight in a matter of moments."

(He swears as he roars in an ancient Hebrew dialect.)

Soutter : It will be quite the main event. I see you have also entered the XHF Royal Rumble. Flying the SWAT Flag! Now you are champion, all will be wanting to come for you twice as hard to undermine US and OUR belt, I know you are up to the task and will send any who question your validity sailing over the top rope.

Goth : "Yes I was in the Rumble last year and I almost made it through themed-way to three quarter contestants left if it wasn't for Tarrasque......"

(Psychotic Goth laughs maniacally.)

Psychotic Goth: "Yet we enjoyed trying to kill each other on the barge the XHF Rumble was held on. We had to be separated or else we would have drowned each other which we almost did drown each other. Oh those old times we had since Hardkore World. I shall carry the SWAT banner and nothing is going to stop me from going far in the XHF Rumble. They shall see Psychotic Goth shall be more meaner and more maniacal than I was when I first entered last year. They can try and try to embarrass SWAT and it's championship just to advance their feds and championships. Let them try and show their incompetence and stupidity and I shall prove them wrong and I shall eliminate their insignificant souls with my savage rage. There shall be no doubt about my maniacal nature."

(He roars in an ancient Hebrew dialect.)

Soutter : If that isn’t enough, I also see you along with the Fairtex boys are entering the Trios party in Canada, you are going to be a very busy man.

Goth : "'The King of the Goths' shall have plenty on his agenda to satisfy my quest to spread my darkness. Now I shall want to find out who is trying to call both me and Team Fairtex out. Is it someone from another fed who competes here or is it actually someone who already is here. If I find who it is the three of us shall crush them with our armies and we shall go onto win even if it means going through any team which includes yours. I know you will probably be in it too. No offense since I know everyone will want to be in this tournament."

(Psychotic Goth roars again in an ancient Hebrew dialect.)

Soutter : I don’t doubt it for a second. Well, thanks for coming out here tonight and joining us on the Suite. All the best against Devon tonight and in your run as Champ!

Goth : "It was an honor and tonight Devon D'Andre shall further fall from his high and mighty lifestyle he was had. I shall avenge myself and I shall continue my reign as champion. The darkness shall spread as shall my kingdom and nobody is going to stop me and I mean nobody."

(Psychotic Goth roars as the ringsiders roar and chant his name as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: “And we’re back on a very special episode of Battleground here at Easter Explosion! Up next we have our first look at our new SWAT Television Champion, Oxford Osland as he defends his new title against the self professed legend, Rayzor!”

Andrew Fulton: “Look both of these guys are a better representative of SWAT than the last champion, that wife stalking Mexican vegabond!”

Jeremy Tucker: “I can’t believe you’re still on that!”

Andrew Fulton: “And I can’t believe you had the balls to say Rayzor is a self professed legend right before he walks out here, but here we are chumpstain.”

[Pais Arena goes dark as an orange strobe light slices the darkness playing along to the beginning of ‘Bullets with Butterfly Wings’ by The Smashing Pumpkins. ]

Frank Salazar: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall…making his way to the ring first, the challenger! Weighing in at three hundred and twenty three pounds, from Edmonton Alberta…Canada…he is ‘The Legend’…..RAYZOR!”

[Rayzor walks out and stands center stage, looking around slowly with a smug look on his face as he raises his right arm in the air and pauses to breathe it all in.]

Jeremy Tucker: “And there’s Rayzor, looking ready to go! Rayzor’s had an amazing career and the SWAT Television Championship would be another feather in his cap.”

Andrew Fulton: “That’s right, get on the bandwagon in case he takes offense to that ‘self professed’ comment.”

[He then begins his slow walk to the ring. He gets ringside and walks around the entire ring and ignores the fans at ringside. When he gets to the steps, he puts one leg up and brushes his hair back before he makes it up to the apron and then steps over the ropes.]

Jeremy Tucker: “See that?! Rayzor has no respect for the SWAT fans…”

Andrew Fulton: “Why should he? Think about it, if the fans cheer for you, do you get paid more? No. So why bother?”

[In the ring he stands in the center and then raises both hands as fireworks come out of the back two ring post. He then makes his way over to the corner, rests both arms on the top rope and awaits the start of the match.]

Jeremy Tucker: “This is a classic big man vs grappler match up and as far as SWAT’s big men, Rayzor could be the most dangerous. As far as first tests to his championship, Osland has drawn a short straw here tonight in Rayzor.”

Andrew Fulton: “Both of these guys are going to do whatever it takes to win, the way it should be! You won’t see any handshakes in this one.”

Frank Salazar: “And now; from Indianapolis, Indiana…weighing in at two hundred and fifty four pounds…he is the Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition Television Champion…The ‘Unbelievable’ OXFORD OSLAND!”

[As the beat from ‘Elevators’ by Outkast pops through the arena, Oxford Osland emerges from behind the curtain with a confident smirk plastered all over his face.

With the Television Championship firmly around his waist, Osland takes a victory lap of the stage…]

Jeremy Tucker: “And there is the new SWAT Television Champion, Oxford Osland…”

Andrew Fulton: “No no no…you’re doing it all wrong. Here is our Television Champion! Double O! The Unbelievable One! Taking a well deserved victory lap…OXFORD OSLAND!”

[Taking a dramatic pause, Fulton continues…]

Andrew Fulton: “Now THAT’s how you talk about our new TV champ!”

Jeremy Tucker: “You’ll have to forgive me…but as Osland makes his way to the ring, his opponent tonight isn’t injured and after a loss last time out, Rayzor will be looking for a big win to bounce back and none would be bigger than knocking Osland off this high horse he’s on.”

Andrew Fulton: “High horse? Look, I’m a fan of both these guys but you might want to watch your mouth Jerry. Like I said, both of these guys are willing to do whatever it takes to get the win!”

[Osland doesn't bother mingling with the fans at all, as he walks calmly to the ring. Once he arrives, he walks up the stairs and wipes his boots on the apron.]

Jeremy Tucker: “Such disregard for the fans from both of these guys, it’s almost sickening to see!”

Andrew Fulton: “You don’t have to like it, but I’d get used to it Jerry! One of these men will be leaving here tonight as SWAT Television Champion and neither of them give a rat’s ass what the fans think!”

[Osland enters in between the top and middle rope and unstraps the Television title, holding it high above his head as he does a second victory lap before getting acquainted with his corner.]

Jeremy Tucker:”You have a point, but look at Osland as he trots around the ring rubbing it in everyone’s faces!”

Andrew Fulton: “And I love it! If I were a champion with a shiny gold belt, you’re damn right I’d be rubbing it in people’s faces!”

DING! DING!! DING!!!

Jeremy Tucker: “And there’s the bell and we’re underway in this Television Championship match. As always, we’ll have the ten minute time limit in place. Should the match go the time limit, the Champion retains.”

Andrew Fulton: “That’s why I love the Television Championship Jerry, they have to get right to it!”

[Circling the ring, both men lock up in a traditional collar and elbow tie up with each jockeying for leverage and positioning. The size advantage from Rayzor has him pushing Osland back into the corner.]

Jeremy Tucker: “Both men in the corner, the referee will have to break this up, will we get a clean break?”

Andrew Fulton:”Clean breaks are for suckers Jerry…”

[No sooner does Andrew Fulton finish his sentence, than Rayzor rams his right knee into the stomach of Osland…]

Jeremy Tucker: You called it, a knee in the break by Rayzor!

Andrew Fulton: Of course I called it! Don’t sound so surprised!

[ …a series of knees followed by a measured back elbow wobble the Television Champion who staggers from the corner into the waiting arms of Rayzor…]

Jeremy Tucker: Big side walk slam from the Legend! Rayzor hooks the leg…

……One!

……………Two!!

Andrew Fulton: “Easy Kickout at two for Osland!”

[Shooting the ref an intimidating glare, Rayzor gets to his feet, pulling Oxford Osland up to join him. A kick to the stomach leaves Osland open to a right hand that staggers him back towards the corner. Pressing the advantage, Rayzor charges in with a corner avalanche!]

Jeremy Tucker: “Rayzor with a series of strikes, now sizing him up in the corner…avalanche! Just who are you rooting for anyway?”

Andrew Fulton:”I don’t even know anymore!”

[Whipping Oxford Osland across to the opposite corner, Rayzor flips off the crowd gaining a chorus of boos for his action and charges the Champion a second time.]

Jeremy Tucker:” Rayzor with a head of steam…no Osland out of the way and Rayzor sternum first into the corner!”

Andrew Fulton:” Osland looks to be regaining his composure.”

[With a sneer on his face, Oxford seems almost embarrassed as he goes on the attack, clubbing Rayzor to the back and turning him into an European uppercut.]

Jeremy Tucker: “Big European uppercut there by Osland, he’s got him now…belly to belly suplex!”

Andrew Fulton: “Impressive display of strength by the TV champ!”

Jeremy Tucker: “A mix of strength and technique has the champion in control for the first time!”

[Landing a right hand as he gets up, Oxford Osland backs into the ropes gaining momentum before crashing down with a leg drop and going for a cover.]

……One!

……………Two!!

Jeremy Tucker: “Just a two count after that leg drop follow up by the champion, pulling Rayzor back to his feet, let’s see what he’s got in store now.”

[Staying on top of the bigger man, Osland makes Rayzor carry his weight as he stands, only to be sent back to the canvas via a front face lock judo throw!]

Jeremy Tucker: “There’s that technical background of Osland coming to the forefront with another great throw.”

Andrew Fulton: “Careful Jerry, you’re sounding like a fan…”

Jeremy Tucker: “Hey, I won’t give anything but credit to Oxford Osland’s abilities Andrew. The guy has incredible skills, it’s his tactics and motives I question. He’s full of himself…”

Andrew Fulton:” …because he’s unbelievable! If you had even a tenth of his ability, you’d have an ego too Jerry, face it. All the great ones have an ego!”

[Osland pulls Rayzor up to his feet and ducks behind with lightning like quickness into a high release German suplex.]

Jeremy Tucker: “Huge German suplex from Osland, he has Rayzor reeling and might do well to end this while he has the advantage over ‘The Legend’!”

[Stomps give way to a little posing for the crowd as the SWAT faithful rain a fresh shower of boos down upon Osland. He laughs as he stomps the arm, then body and legs in a succession that would make Ronnie Garvin proud. Taking his time, the new TV Champ relishes the spotlight!]

Jeremy Tucker: “Look at Osland, that’s disgraceful! That’s our Television Champion folks!”

Andrew Fulton:”You’re damn right he is! Oxford Osland has the spotlight and it’s going to take a lot to take down the “King of Television” now that he’s on the throne!”

Jeremy Tucker:”’The King of Television’?”

Andrew Fulton: “Yeah, Vanessa Martinez slipped me a hundred to say it on air…I mean…damn it!”

[Getting to the ropes and pulling himself to his feet, Rayzor is peppered with punches to the head and body as Osland looks for a finish…]

Andrew Fulton: “Rayzor isn’t done yet!”

[Osland goes for an Irish whip, but the big man turns it around sending Osland to the ropes and back into a picture perfect big boot that threatens to send ‘The Unbelievable One’s’ teeth into the second row!]

Jeremy Tucker: “Absolutely not! He just about kicked the taste out of Osland’s mouth Andrew!”

Andrew Fulton: “This has been a back and forth match and both men are looking to impress!”

[Ducking a lariat disowned to decapitate him, Oxford Osland grabs Rayzor under the arm and delivers a sambo suplex. The moment they collide to the canvas, Osland transitions to a head and arm choke!]

Jeremy Tucker: “What a sambo suplex! He got a choke on Andrew! He’s got it synced in!”

Andrew Fulton: “That’s deep! That’s what she said! But seriously Rayzor is in deep trouble here!”

[Rayzor struggles against the hold as the referee checks to make sure it a legal choke AND to see if Rayzor wants to quit. Realizing there’s no quit in the big man, he continues to fight!]

Jeremy Tucker: “This is as much a battle of wills as it is a physical contest right now Andrew! Rayzor isn’t giving up though even though he’s in a rough position.

Andrew Fulton: “Don’t underestimate that veteran toughness and knowledge in the part of Rayzor, if anyone can find a way out, it might just be ‘The Legend’ himself!”

[Continuing to fight valiantly, Rayzor is center ring doing his best to wedge his fist next to his right ear to lessen the pressure!]

Jeremy Tucker: “Rayzor showing a high level of submission defense here with the old “answering the phone” counter but that’s only gonna buy him time, he needs to sweep and grab a leg and fight his way out or Osland is just going to choke him out!”

Andrew Fulton: “I agree Jerry, this might just be a matter of time, Rayzor is a warrior but Osland has it locked in and you can see ‘The Legend’ slowly fading here.

[Slowly, the defensive effort from Rayzor begins to wane as Osland continues to keep the pressure on, ‘The Unbelievable One’ is screaming as he squeezes, applying extra leverage as Rayzor’s arm goes limp.]

Jeremy Tucker: “I think he might be out. Referee is confirming…”

[The referee lifts Rayzors free left arm, dropping it to the mat…]

…..One!

………….Two!!

……………………..Three!!!

Jeremy Tucker: “And Osland has defended the Television Championship against a very game and very tough Rayzor who certainly showed a ton of guts fighting that submission until his body simply gave out!

Andrew Fulton: ”Absolutely Jerry, hats off to Rayzor for a valiant effort and hanging in there when a lot of guys would have given up and tapped, he gave it everything and went out on his shield like the warrior he is!”

[ …the referee signals for the bell, waving the match off and raising the hand of Oxford Osland!]

DING! DING!! DING!!!

[‘Elevators’ by OutKast folks Pais Arena as the fans cheer the effort by Rayzor as much as the win by Osland. For his part, Osland does a victory lap around the ring as the referee and medic check on Rayzor.”

Frank Salazar: “The winner of this match, by technical submission…and STILL SWAT Television Champion…’The Unbelievable’ Oxford Osland!!”

Jeremy Tucker: What a match folks and we’re not anywhere near done tonight! Universal Sin AND SWAT World Heavyweight Championship matches still to come!

Andrew Fulton: Absolutely Jerry! This is the kind of action you only get here in SWAT! Don’t go anywhere!

[SWAT Team]

(The show returns from commercials for Israel's Tourist Bureau, wrestlers in vaccination promo spots as well as the latest movie premieres before returning to ringside where the ringsiders are holding signs saying "Soutter's Express!," "Rally has no banana peel!," "Soutter vs. Rally=Slobberknocker!" and "Rally 'Stink bomb' Jackson!" before fading to the broadcast booth where Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton are wearing officially licensed SWAT caps and masks that have Soutter's and Rally's images emblazoned on them.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Welcome back to Battleground #37: Easter Explosion and so far it's lived up to it's billing."

Andrew Fulton: "That's a rarity in wrestling especially when it comes to the situation involving Psychotic Goth and Devon D'Andre."

Jeremy Tucker: "Psychotic Goth's been motivated and he's been daring anyone to storm his fortress and claim his crown and scepter."

Andrew Fulton: "Now we definitely can consider that suicide. After he defeated Psychotic Goth in his debut and now he's running his mouth as if he thinks he's a big shot and wants to die. 'The King of the Goths'will definitely grant his death wish and then some."

Jeremy Tucker: "Pequeno Dinosaurio is looking to challenge Psychotic Goth too. So that's considered suicide as well?"

Andrew Fulton: "No he's intelligent for calling out 'The Psychotic One' bad leg or not."

Jeremy Tucker: "Well everyone's been lining up to call out 'The Psychotic One' and that includes Frostbite."

Andrew Fulton: "Oh that's going to be funny with those two whackos in the ring trying to kill each other like it was old times which we all know is true since they did that most of last year."

Jeremy Tucker: "That would be interesting but let's get to this clash of the super heavyweights. It's Mad Dog Paul Soutter colliding in the ring with Rally 'Golden God' Jackson."

Andrew Fulton: "'The Buddha of Booty Tang' is going to add his name to the list of contenders 'The King of the Goths' shall have to face."

Jeremy Tucker: "Which Psychotic Goth is more than willing to defend against since he still has a sore spot after he went after Vampira. Soutter has it in for him after what he did to 'Lucky' Linda La Fey and Rajiv Khan. So someone was bound to lead him to his downfall and Psychotic Goth made sure his downfall was hard."

Andrew Fulton: "He's a god among gods and he can do whatever he pleases, when he pleases and wherever he pleases. The ringsiders know this and they understand what I'm talking about and where Rally is coming from."

Jeremy Tucker: "Rally's not the kind of god that these ringsiders will worship or bow down to or even appreciate. He's a sadistic jerk whose pranks have gone too far and he tarnished every championship he's worn ever since he came back. At Least Commissioner Valentine replaced the belts with shining new ones."

Andrew Fulton: "Which should have been Rally's championship if Psychotic Goth didn't get that fluke victory."

Jeremy Tucker: "Right now let's go to the ring for the ring announcements for this match."

Andrew Fulton: "Introduce the true god of wrestling and bow down to his greatness."

Jeremy Tucker: "You really love offending these ringsiders."

Andrew Fulton: "That's what they pay me to do."

Jeremy Tucker: "Please."

Frank Salazar: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Rio De Janeiro. He comes in at 6'2" and weighs in at 300lbs. He is the former SWAT World Heavyweight Champion and is the 'Golden God.' Please welcome Rally 'Golden God' Jackson."

("hate and Glory" by Gesaffelstein hits and Rally Jackson makes his way down the rampway to venomous boos. He's taking his time and looks seriously out of shape. He gets in the ring and struts around in a confident manner and then cracks his own neck and the referee approaches him and starts patting him down.)

Frank Salazar: "Now introducing from Melbourne, Australia. He comes in at 6'2" and weighs in at 364lbs. He is 'The Suit,' 'The Center of Attention,' and 'The Founder of SWAT." Please welcome Mad Dog Paul Soutter."

("Rip it up" by 28 Days hits and the ringsiders roar as mad Dog Paul Soutter comes to ringside slapping hands and when he enters the ring he poses and glares at Rally who glares back at him and both talk trash at the other.)

Andrew Fulton: "How dare he trash all these ringsider's god."

Jeremy Tucker: "He isn't their god or anyone's god."

Andrew Fulton: "He's a real wrestling god among wrestling gods and everyone should get used to it."

Jeremy Tucker: "Wrestling fans have more dignity and self respect than to bow down to arrogant and selfish Rally Jackson. The bell sounds and this match is officially underway. They waste no time locking up and both refuse to budge."

Andrew Fulton: "That's because Rally's more superior than Soutter. They lock up again and Soutter forces him into the ropes and the referee forces them to break. Rally takes advantage and slaps Soutter in the face like he deserves and Soutter goes after him but Rally slumps between the ropes."

Jeremy Tucker: "Rally's acting like the true coward he is. They lock up again and Soutter side headlocks Rally and starts slapping him repeatedly in the face. The referee warns Soutter who simply shrugs it off and dares Rally to do something about it."

Andrew Fulton: "How dare these non believers boo their wrestling god. Rally challenges Soutter to a test of strength which he accepts and they slam into each other. Imagine if we wanted a sumo wrestling match we would have held this one in Japan."

Jeremy Tucker: "Will you stop sounding stupid. Soutter easily forces Rally to his knees and stomps repeatedly on his hands. Rally's shouting and screaming in pain but Soutter's showing no mercy and neither are the ringsiders as he does it again."

Andrew Fulton: "Poor Rally's going to have to be spoon fed for the rest of his life. Oh well at least he'll have plenty of women to tend to his needs at his personal beck and call. At least he'll be grateful for that. Imagine all the pleasure Rally's going to have and I have to fantasize it."

Jeremy Tucker: "Well Rally just bailed out of the ring shaking his hands out and signals for one of his infamous water breaks. Soutter takes exception and follows him out and smashes his head into the ringsteps and he is laying in the fists to Rally's face."

Andrew Fulton: "Poor Rally's going to lose his sexy good looks and Soutter's going to be held responsible for it because of his vindictiveness. Soutter snatches the bottle of water and he unscrews the cap and drinks the water before splashing the contents into Rally's face and stuffs the bottle down his throat. The horror of his sacrilege towards Rally Jackson."

Jeremy Tucker: "If Rally just got himself into shape instead of parading around obese and stop acting sadistic and disrespectful of the roster. He wouldn't need to take water breaks every time he gets in trouble and can't take the heat. Soutter's having none of it and follows him out and sees his supply of water and smashes Rally's head into the ringpost repeatedly. He starts unscrewing the caps and begins dousing Rally's head and splashing the water in his face."

Andrew Fulton: "Now Soutter's planning to make Rally die of thirst. Soutter throws him unceremoniously back into the ring and whips Rally into the corner and charges in trainwrecking him. Soutter backs up and does it again with even more vengeance and follows it up with a series of violent crushing forearms."

Jeremy Tucker: "Soutter's delivering everything Rally deserves after what he's done to Linda La Fey and Rajiv Khan. The roster is probably enjoying Rally receiving his beatdown since he's done the same to the SWAT roster. Soutter whips Rally into the opposite corner and charges in with a crushing avalanche and rally slumps down onto his butt and his head is slumped down. The referee warns Soutter as Rally surprises Soutter with a headbutt in his mid-section."

Andrew Fulton: "Not that he's going to feel it since he's fatter than your average sumo wrestler. Rally delivers a series of vicious headbutts before whipping him into the corner and charges in with the best smelling stinkbomb hockey check."

Jeremy Tucker: "I'm sure it's going to be a best seller in department stores and fashion shows. Rally whips Soutter into the ropes and belly bounces Suit who stumbles into the ropes and Rally charges and clotheslines him out of the ring."

Andrew Fulton: "Justice is served as Rally follows him out of the ring and he slaps the taste out of the dishonourable and disrespectful founder of SWAT's mouth. He stomps and kicks Soutter’s head and back all the time mocking him for all the crimes he committed against him."

Jeremy Tucker "Soutter never did him wrong and we both know it. Rally smashes Soutter's head into the ringsteps and goes under the ring apron and finds a cheese grater which he proceeds to use to scrape Soutter's head and he's bleeding badly."

Andrew Fulton: "The people demand a sacrifice and Rally's delivering it himself since he's a wrestling god and remember he promised a sacrifice and he's delivering on his word. That proves he's a true 'Golden God' of the ring. Rally picks up that past his prime jackass and executes a fireman's carry slam onto the hard concrete floor before returning to the ring."

Jeremy Tucker: "The ringsiders boo vehemently and throw things at Rally as he slumps down into the corner. He looks at a passing ring attendant and demands he bring him water before slapping him hard in the face. he gets up when he sees Soutter and starts stomping him."

Andrew Fulton: "That's right, treat the founder like the trash he is. Rally whips Soutter into the ropes and tries to shoulder tackle him but they both refuse to budge. Rally bounds into the ropes but Soutter charges and blasts through him with a clothesline."

Jeremy Tucker: "Soutter follows up with an elbow drop and does it again several more times before making the cover for a two count. Soutter leaves the ring and returns a spike which he uses to carve up Rally's head and now Rally's bleeding badly."

Andrew Fulton: "This match is like two elephants fighting over the last peanut. Soutter opens up a can of whoop ass and mounts him and grounds and pounds his high holiness."

Jeremy Tucker: "For the last time he's not a real god. Soutter sees the ring attendant and snatches the water and drinks it before belching and demanding he get him something better."

Andrew Fulton: "That just woke Rally up and he charges and he gores Soutter out of the ring. They both fallout of the ring and they seem to be out of it as the referee is checking on them. Hey ref! Why not just douse water on them and they'll spring up as if nothing happened."

Jeremy Tucker: "Will you stop that. The referee starts counting as both begin to stir without being do used with water. Rally sees a bottle on the hard concrete floor and grabs for it but finds it empty. He sees Soutter getting up and smashes the bottle real hard over Soutter's already hard head. He re enters the ring and sits down in the ropes gasping and gulping for air."

Andrew Fulton: "Wouldn't you be if you were deprived of refereshment and dying of thirst. Look at poor Rally from water deprivation. Meanwhile, that sadist of an founder just returns to the ring wielding a 2x4 and starts to beat poor helpless Rally with it.....Oh the horror that this proud ex champion is going through."

Jeremy Tucker: "Poor helpless Rally can fight his own battles and he knows it. Soutter bounds into the ropes and buttbounces onto Rally's chest for a close two count. Soutter cinches in a reverse chinlock and grids it in before unleashing a series of vicious and brutal elbows bloodying the former champion."

Andrew Fulton: "Rally's being massacred by that murderer and the ringsiders are thirsting for blood. Rally barely gets back to his feet and delivers a series of desperate elbows followed by a series of headbutts. Look at poor Rally's condition he's helpless, dizzy, exhausted and vulnerable."

Jeremy Tucker: "Like I said if he just got back and stayed in shape he wouldn't be so vulnerable. Rally stumbles and delivers a series of chops to Soutter who didn't seem too phased by them. Rally whips him into the ropes and delivers a running double knife edge to Suit's throat followed by a series of stiff punches which barely hurt the founder of SWAT."

Andrew Fulton: “At least he's game enough to stand up for himself. Rally whips Soutter into the corner and charges in with an avalanche leaving Soutter slumped on the middle turnbuckle holding the top rope. Rally continues to exact payback for Soutter's, Linda's and Psychotic Goth's especially Goth's murderous attempts at revenge."

Jeremy Tucker: "They don't want revenge on that bully who calls himself an ex champion. Rally charges in again with a trainwreck and now he whips Soutter into the ropes and clothesline Soutter who is still standing. He bounds into the ropes again but Soutter grabs his throat and he delivers a monster chokeslams him and the canvas shakes from that move."

Andrew Fulton: "How did he do that and how did the ring survive that? Soutter goes for the cover for a close two count. Soutter roars as he signals the end and sets Rally up for a Soutter Special but Rally counters with a back bodydrop saving his poor helpless life from certain death from Soutter's sadistic vendetta of revenge."

Jeremy Tucker: "He's not sadistic and he doesn't wage vendettas. Rally is wheezing and breathing hard as he desperately leans on the ropes to get any kind of rest and wind he can find. Meanwhile the ring attendant returns with a cup of something and Soutter drinks it and belches thanking the ring attendant who leaves. He sees Soutter back on his feet and tries hulking up before charging and clotheslining Soutter who's still standing."

Andrew Fulton: "Rally starts chopping away at Soutter who returns with a series of chops of his own. They both start chopping away at the other and follow up with lefts and right soup bones and the still remain standing."

Jeremy Tucker: "The fact that they are still standing is an absolute miracle in itself. Soutter forces Rally into the ropes and continues to pummel him until he slumps out of the ring and onto the hard concrete floor."

Andrew Fulton: "Our cruel founder Soutter follows him out and whips him into the ringpost. He bearhugs him and rams him repeatedly into the ringpost and throws him back into the ring unceremoniously and returns to finish his sadistic plan to finish off the former champion forever. Everyone shall be required to honor our soon to be deceased 'Golden God.'"

Jeremy Tucker: "He isn't cruel and sadistic and Rally's not a real god. Soutter delivers a series of stiff forearms but Rally slumps down and wedgies Soutter before delivering a low blow. Rally signals it's over and slowly takes Soutter to the top turnbuckle and positions him for the Rio Deal and he barely executes it."

Andrew Fulton: "Oh what a great deed of a benign miracle he did. He doesn't want it to end yet and he goes to the top rope and he executes a banzai drop onto that dead stinking corpse of an founder......One.....Two.....Three."

Frank Salazar: "Your winner at 12minutes Rally 'Golden God' Jackson."

Jeremy Tucker: "Rally 'Golden God' Jackson barely withstood Soutter's brutal assault and sneaks his way to a victory."

Andrew Fulton: "What do you mean he sneaks away with a victory. Rally was quite impressive and he got revenge for Soutter's insults to his holy honor."

Jeremy Tucker: "If beating The Founder of SWAT wasn't enough Rally now poses as he places a foot onto The Suit's chest and then motions and issues a challenge to Psychotic Goth. You still believe Rally's smart enough to avoid committing suicide by challenging Psychotic Goth?"

Andrew Fulton: "Rally can wipe the mat with Goth, Goth got lucky last show but when Rally gets his rematch, all will be right again with the world."

Jeremy Tucker: "Psychotic Goth vowed to be a true fighting champion and he's determined to prove it by avenging his loss to newcomer Devon D'Andre. He doesn't seem to care who he faces as long as he defends the SWAT World Heavyweight Champion. Right now we have to go to a break but we'll return with more great SWAT action after these messages."

(They fade to commercials.)

[Isabel Rios]

Isabel Rios stands backstage, in her ring gear and looking ready to go, next to Warren W. Webber, who holds a microphone and turns to face her.

"Isabel, Joanne Canelli had some strong words for you earlier tonight. Would you like a chance for a rebuttal?"

Isabel nods before gesturing for the mic, Warren handing it over to her.

"Warren, would you say I'm a particularly edgy person? It's okay, I can see you're not exactly sure how to answer that, don't want to offend me and I appreciate that. Fact is, I'm not. I'm a middle class girl from small town southern Ontario who's had a few lucky breaks and a few unlucky breaks and busts her ass to be the best at whatever I do. It's not edgy, it's not dramatic, that's not who I am."

Isabel turns from Warren, looking into the camera.

"Joanne Canelli, she's edgy. She's in the mob, did you know that? She's mobbed up. She's dangerous, don'tcha know. She probably spent her time away from wrestling whackin' guys or offin' guys or whackin' guys off or whatever it is those mafioso people do. Not my world, I'm not privy to the details and I don't particularly care. She says I'm gonna need a bodybag after tonight."

Isabel makes a wanking motion with the mic as she rolls her eyes.

"Joanne, you're all edge but the problem is that edge is as dull as a butterknife. You think you're Godfather Part 2, but you're more Godfather Part 3. You think you're Tony Montana, but really you're Angel, you're the guy caught up in the bathroom and honey tonight I'm the chainsaw. I don't give a shit about the KGB wanting belts or you wanting glory or what you do outside the ring. I care about what you do inside the ring, Gangland Barbie. I'm a professional wrestler and the only part of you I care about is the competitor in the ring with me."

Isabel rolls her shoulders, eyes lighting up, stepping in towards the camera a little.

"See, there's a bit of misunderstanding if you think I think tonight's gonna be easy for me. Hell no, it's not gonna be easy and I'm fine with that, I'm great with that. Iron sharpens iron, steel sharpens steel and maybe when we're done tonight I'll have honed that butterknife edge of yours to something that might actually be able to draw some blood, or at least cut paper. Easy nah, easy never but I am ready for you. See, I'm not engaging in backdoor shenanigans with the shady side of society in my downtime. I'm training, I'm improving, I'm fucking excelling. I got deadlifts that'd make Eddie D say damn, I got squats that'd make Scott Steel say... well, he'd probably shout something about potatoes and/or powerbombs but he'd be impressed. I am technically terrific, my strikes are scintillating and my chokes are chilling. I am fucking ready."

She smiles, just a tiny bit.

"And if you're ready, if you're truly ready then I got a challenge for you. Leave the KGB in the back and let's handle this like we've got some fucking pride, one on one, no bullshit, no shenanigans, no goons. You wanna make a point to me? You wanna teach me a lesson? You do it with your own two hands. Or you bring your boys and show everyone that you don't actually think you can handle me on your own. Either way, I'll be out there in that ring, ready to do what I do. And what I do is win."

With that Isabel flips the mic into the air over her shoulder, Warren fumbling to catch it as Isabel walks out of the shot and we fade to black.

[SWAT Team]

Frank Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Currently in the ring, standing in at 5'6", weighing 161 pounds... ISSSSAAAABELLLLLLLL RIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSS!!!

In her corner, Rios raises an arm to a round of applause and cheers from the fans gathered.

Jeremy Tucker: The action never stops in SWAT, Fulton. In this upcoming match we'll be seeing Joanne Canelli and Isabel Rios settle their differences.

Andrew Fulton: I can't wait to see these ladies duke it out. Isabel better be prepared to bring it against The Don.

The house lights go down, as a spotlight goes over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the back of the entrance way, as "Courtesy Call" by Thousand Foot Krutch begins to play. A picture of the Italian Flag appears on the screen with the letters F.B.I over the flag, with the words "FULL BLOODED ITALIAN" is written underneath. It soon changes to scenes of mob hits, newspaper clippings from just recent to the late 1900's, but soon changes once again, to shots of the Mafioso, sitting in a large office, and in limos, and in arena's from times since past.

Frank Salazar: And her opponent, from The Jersey Shore, standing in at 5'11", weighing 135 pounds... "THE DON" JOOOOOOOAAAAAANNNNNNNEEEEEEEE CAAAAAANELLLLIIIIIIIIII!!!

The spotlight focuses on four figures figures standing at the back of the ramp. This is Joanne and her bodyguards. They make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle with Reno and Rude on either side, and Scarpaci following behind, talking among themselves ignoring the crowd around them. When they reach the ring, Reno holds open the ropes for her, as she slips inside, only to follow behind and stand in the middle of the ring, around her. She removes her jacket, and hands it to one of the guys, before they head out of the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: Phil Weston attempts to check both women for foreign objects, but they're too distracted by their anger to let that happen. Joanne stiffly slams her head into Rios and follows that up with a trio of hard right punches to the face!

Andrew Fulton: The bell abruptly rings to start this contest and Phil Weston does his best to steer clear of the destruction as the Amazons begin to brawl.

Jeremy Tucker: Center of the ring, Canelli peppers Isabel with slaps until Rios rushes her into the ropes and tries to use the momentum for a quick NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!!

Andrew Fulton: Denied! Joanne buckles down, locking her arms tightly around the head and neck of Isabel as she drops to her knees to get the best angle on the hold.

Jeremy Tucker: Steadily getting to her feet, The Don lays into Rios, kneeing and underhooking the exposed mid-section. Letting go of Isabel, Canelli forcefully drops her to the mat with a CHOP RIGHT TO THE THROAT!!!

Andrew Fulton: Mounting Isabel, The Jersey Devil Diva unloads punch after punch to the face of Rios as she tries to cover up.

Jeremy Tucker: Noticing one too many closed fists, Phil Weston gets in between the two ladies to remind Canelli of the rules.

Andrew Fulton: Getting to her feet, Rios stands in time to instinctively throw Joanne overhead as she runs at her! EXPLODER SUPLEX!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Both competitors scramble to get up, The Don rushes Rios again and... ANOTHER EXPLODER SUPLEX!!!

Andrew Fulton: Moving slower, Isabel and Joanne are back up again! Figuring she couldn't possibly have the strength for a third, Canelli bounces off the ropes for added speed and barrels into her opponent!

Jeremy Tucker: Oh my god!!!

Andrew Fulton: Jerry! She did it! Rios picked up and chucked Canelli for a THIRD EXPLODER SUPLEX!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Wisely, Isabel pins The Don, but neglects to hook both legs.

ONE!!!


TW-NO!!! KICKOUT!!!

Andrew Fulton: Joanne launches Isabel off of her as she kicks out! Rios moves to the nearest corner, placing herself on the top turnbuckle as Joanne is standing, back still to Rios!

Jeremy Tucker: Hoping there's a reward to her risk, Isabel dives off as Canelli turns around! TOP ROPE METEORA!!!

Andrew Fulton: NO!!! The Don avoids contact at the last second and Rios crashes and burns, knees first into the canvas!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Joanne harshly kicks Isabel in the stomach, relieving her lungs of all air! Bouncing off the ropes...

Andrew Fulton: MOB HIT! MOB HIT!! MOB HIT!!!

Jeremy Tucker: That kick to the side of the head leaves Rios on her back and The Don kneels, pressing the shoulders of her opponent down for a pin.

ONE!!!


TWO!!!


KICKOUT!!!

Andrew Fulton: Peeling Isabel off the mat, The Don lifts her onto her shoulders and throws her off, looking for the BULLSEYE!!!

Jeremy Tucker: It would have looked beautiful, instead Isabel out of mid-air latches onto Canelli with the KOJI CLUTCH!!! ISABEL HAS THE SUBMISSION SECURED!!! SHE ISN'T LETTING GO!!!

Andrew Fulton: No!!! Don't tap, Don!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Fighting to keep upright, Canelli eventually slumps over as Rios continuously jerks at Joanne to make her submit. Swaddled around The Don, Isabel won't release until she's announced the winner. That's how strong her determination is, Fulton!

Andrew Fulton: Isabel's bit off more than she can chew, Joanne won't be made a fool!

Jeremy Tucker: Phil Weston frequently asks Canelli if she wants to give up and each time the response is the same, no.

Andrew Fulton: The lights are on, but I'm not sure anybody's home, Jerry! The Don desperately needs to get out of this hold!

Jeremy Tucker: The longer The Don's in this submission, the more energy that's sapped.

Andrew Fulton: When all seems lost... There's signs of life! Canelli starts to rise, muscling Isabel upward! Stumbling, The Don loses her balance as she rams Rios into the nearby corner! THE KOJI CLUTCH IS BROKEN!!!

Jeremy Tucker: A standing ovation from the crowd in attendance! These women are laying it all on the line tonight!

Andrew Fulton: Stirring on the canvas, both women make it to their feet and immediately the blows commence! Tit for tat, they aren't letting up! As Joanne fires off a forearm that connects, Isabel returns the favor with a stinging forearm of her own!

Jeremy Tucker: These two are going to be black and blue! I can't believe the ferocity we're seeing!

Andrew Fulton: A kick to the stomach of Canelli by Rios! She's pulled her in, Isabel is lifting Joanne!

Jeremy Tucker: Barely off the ground, The Don wiggles until she slips free and lands in front of Isabel. A kick to the stomach of Rios by Canelli now! The Don is setting it up... ROLL THE DICE!!!

Andrew Fulton: Nope, Rios spins out of the move and dropkicks the taste out of Canelli's mouth!

Jeremy Tucker: Lying in wait, Isabel scouts Joanne as she stands and... PICTURE PERFECT DROPKICK!!!

Andrew Fulton: Picking herself up off the mat, The Don isn't prepared as Rios runs at her and hurtles into the air. FLYING CLOTHESLINE!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Knocked off her feet, Joanne is helped back up by Isabel and grappled. Arm around Canelli's head, Rios grabs the tights of Canelli, forcing her into the air! Not elevating The Don for long, Rios drops her opponent squarely on her head! BRAINBUSTER!!!

Andrew Fulton: Rios rolls over to cover Canelli and Phil Weston is in position to count the fall as soon as possible.

ONE!!!


TWO!!!


THREE??? NO!!! KICKOUT!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Unable to pin The Don, Rios drags her to the center of the ring and locks in... THE KOJI CLUTCH!!!

Andrew Fulton: She's locked it in again! The Don could be in trouble!

Jeremy Tucker: Wrenching on her opponent, Isabel is relentless in her pursuit of trying to make Joanne tap out.

Andrew Fulton: Phil Weston is right there to ask Canelli if she wants to give, but she refuses to!

Jeremy Tucker: Screaming, Isabel is telling The Don to tap! She really wants this win!

Andrew Fulton: Both women have been giving it their all in this match and we could be seeing the end. Rios isn't loosening her grip!

Jeremy Tucker: At a crossroads, Isabel opts to break the stalemate and releases her hold on The Don. Momentarily disabled, Joanne can only watch as Rios leaves her on the mat and ducks under the top rope to the ring apron.

Andrew Fulton: She couldn't be going for the Meteora, right? It didn't end well at all when she attempted it last.

Jeremy Tucker: Rios knows she has to pull out a big move to put down Canelli. It's do or die, and Isabel is relying on chance to finish this!

Andrew Fulton: Beaten and tired, Isabel is wasting too much time! The Don is nearly up, Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker: Before Rios has the opportunity to do anything, Joanne cuts her off at the pass, sweeping Isabel's legs! With nowhere to go, Rios lands in a messy heap on the top turnbuckle.

Andrew Fulton: Climbing up to the second rope, The Don headbutts Rios and lifts her. Is she? She is! She's going for the... WELCOME TO JERSEY SHORE!!!

Jeremy Tucker: The fight pounded out of her, Rios can't counter what comes next... SUPER REVERSE TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!!!

Andrew Fulton: Jesus, the two fly out of the corner and slam into the mat, Isabel obviously taking the worst of it! Driven head first into the canvas like she was, Rios may be unconscious!

Jeremy Tucker: The Don is covering her!

ONE!!!


TWO!!!


THREE!!!

Frank Salazar: Your winner of this contest via pinfall... "THE DON" JOOOOOOOAAANNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE CAAAAAAAAAAAANELLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIII!!!

Andrew Fulton: She won, Jerry! She won! The Don crushed Rios.

Jeremy Tucker: Despite her best efforts, Joanne proved to be too much to conquer.

Andrew Fulton: Big implications, Jerry! Big! Heading into her SWAT Amazons Championship match, this will definitely affect Rios.

Jeremy Tucker: Should Isabel win, Joanne surely will be first to receive a shot.

[Oh-Oh]

Oxford Osland's first defence of his SWAT Television Championship has come and gone. In impressive fashion - Osland disposed of 'The Legend' Rayzor. A man who held a six inch size advantage and close to eighty pounds in weight. Osland cut through Rayzor with surgical precision, forcing him to the mat where he was able to secure a arm triangle choke.

The contest served as a reminder that for all of the boisterous claims and self-fulfilling prophecies, that Oxford Osland is a very dangerous grappler. The type of athlete who's capable to subduing a larger competitor just weeks after defeating the former champion who is five foot four and one hundred and fifty five pounds.

Two matches, two vastly different competitors and two drastically different styles to prepare for. In both cases, our hero demonstrated the perfect gameplan. With the XHF Rumble on the horizon, there will be no shortage of unique styles, shapes and sizes to contend with. Having recently experienced the SWAT Rumble first hand, our hero walks into the biggest opportunity of his professional career with all of the confidence in the world.

SWAT's resident reporter; Katie Moss was waiting outside of the ReVenant locker room and hoping to catch up with the self proclaimed - KING of TV.

She wouldn't have to wait long, as Osland approached. The champ was alone, which seems to happen sparingly. If Osland is fraternizing with his brother Keith Williams, he's often in the company of a beautiful woman.

Moss:
"I'm here with the SWAT Television Champion; Oxford Osland. Ox, how are you feeling right now?"

Osland:
"Never better. I feel like I am walking in faith and living my purpose day in and day out. Let's recap, shall we?"

Osland takes an exaggerated breath and wipes his brow to feign just how exhausted he is.

Osland:
"I wiped the mat with Pequeno Dinosario to become the NEW Television Champion. I've heard the naysayers whispering about how it's a tainted victory because Dino Boy was injured, but let me ask you Katie....why was he injured?"

Before Katie can speak, Osland holds his finger up to quiet her down.

Osland:
"Our little Dino Buddy was messing around with another man's kool-aid and paid the price for it."

Katie tries to interject about the whole situation being a set-up and a misunderstanding but Osland won't hear of it.

Osland:
"So to me, he got when he deserved. Furthermore, I earned my championship opportunity fair and square so why should I be punished for another man's transgressions?"

Katie doesn't even bother trying to get a word in edge wise.

Osland:
"Last week I took the SWAT Television Championship away from Pequeno, and this week I take the soul of Rayzor. In fact, since I put the 'Legend' to sleep, I feel like if anyone should parade around with that nickname, it's me. I can see it now - "The Legend"..."The Unbelievable"..."The King of TV"... Oxford.... Osland."

[Pearly White Smile.]

[Punchable Face.]

Katie contemplates walking away from the interview at this point. The disdain is written all over her face and body language. Osland is still looking off into the distance with his chest expanded and is none the wiser.

Moss:
"The XHF Rumble is just around the corner and is annually considered one of the most dangerous matches to compete in. It would be a shame if something bad happened to you there..."

The tongue and cheek is palpable. But Osland either doesn't understand or refuses to acknowledge it.

Osland:
"Something bad to happen to me?"

The question was rhetorical.

Osland:
"The current XHF X*Crown Champion looks more like Ellen Degeneres as opposed to a competent grappler, am I right? That vanilla midget looks like he's been at band camp his entire life hoping to play percussion for an emo boy band."

Katie can't help but cover her mouth to avoid gasping.

Osland:
"How is he supposed to intimidate me?"

Katie blinks, not sure how to respond.

Osland:
"Or how about the pre-pubescent child actor looking clown who's voice is in the midst of changing from soprano to tenor?"

Katie's eyes widen.

Osland:
"Newsflash...you can learn all of the jiujitsu and kung fu you want at your little academy, and it's not going to earn you a seat at the grownup table. Oh. Hell. No."

[...]

Osland:
"I understand that there are some tough guys that are already staking their claim to be the Rumble winner, and the next X*C Champion. My name is in the rumble because I want to compete, and I like vanquishing my fellow man in ways they never believed possible. Once they're in my clutches, they start to doubt any and everything that they've ever believed about themselves. I make sure to hold them tightly, reminding them that another man has the ability to make them feel inferior...insignificant...before unceremoniously dumping them on their heads. Or in this case, over the top rope."

Osland extends his chest.

Osland: 
"The XHF Network is in desperate need of a superstar who's capable of taking this brand to heights it hasn't ever seen. To Hollywood, To The Moon and to The Sun and back. I call it destiny that my star has risen at the most opportune time to take the reigns and carry this brand to the highest of levels." 

Katie looks as though she might lose her lunch.

Moss:
"That's...um...disturbing. But after going through all of interviews, you've largely been avoided by your fellow competitors. Perhaps they don't view you as a threat?"

Osland:
"The haters would surmise that nobody is giving me a second thought because I have no chance to win the Rumble. On the contrary. Nobody wants to speak my name because of the inevitable lashing that would follow and our fragile group of misfits wouldn't know how to recover. There is only room at the top for one man, one perfect specimen and that man is me."

Osland thinks for a moment.

Osland:
"Or Keith Williams."

Osland lets out a belly laugh, which startles Katie. Osland makes sharp eye contact with Katie, to see if she's laughing too. When the uncomfortable stare is too much to bare, she fakes it until she makes its and let's out a chuckle.

Osland:
"I'm already the champion of the whole TV universe! So to me, I'm walking into the Rumble as the odds on favourite and the peasants who claim otherwise are imposing false bravado as a means of saving face. The real prize in this rumble is who has the balls to step up and look Oxford Osland in his eyes and attempt to take me out. The wrestling world would rejoice, and that accomplishment would certainly put one in-line for a shot at the most prestigious championship on the XHF Network - The SWAT Television Championship. That's right, My championship!"

Moss:
"Speaking of Keith Williams, it was just announced that he, 'NJC' and Rob Garcia are free agents."

Osland:
"Completely poised to shake up the entire wrestling world if you don't mind me saying. The Rev's are a brotherhood of like-minded individuals who work together for the greater good of one and other. Like it or not, there just isn't that level of commitment anywhere else in the XHF. Four individuals coming together  in harmony, almost like Boyz II Men."

Our hero breaks out into song. Katie backs away while anxiously looking around.  

#Let's don't wait till the water runs dry
#We might watch our whole lives pass us by

Osland stops abruptly and looks Ms. Moss directly in her eye to gauge a reaction. The awkward moment is broken when Osland picks up where he left off, saving Katie any further agony.

Osland:
"So while 2020 was the year for the Revenants to stand tall above the masses... 2021 is going to be the year where the four of us are fixated at the top of the hierarchy of professional wrestling once and for all."

Katie is about to follow up with another question.

Osland:
"Yes I know what they're planning and No... I'm not going to tell you."

Osland smirks and chuckles to himself.

Moss:
"The Anzac cup is an annual tag team tournament. Safe to say that you and Keith Williams will be entering this year?"

Osland:
"Entering and conquering. You can't teach the level of cohesion that Keith and I share. One look from me, or a nod from him and we know what the other is thinking. From a technical wrestling perspective, we fit together like hand and glove. We've felt it from the moment we were first paired together, and we've been strategizing ways to take our collaborative efforts to the next level. The Anzac cup is going to be the perfect launching pad for the two of us to become double champions in SWAT when he win the tournament and receive our championship match against the KGB. From there, it's about becoming a triple champion, because we have our sights set on the XHF Tag Team Championships as well. Like I said, 2021 is going to be our year."

Katie looks to speak, but Osland cuts her off once again.

Osland:
"Now if you'll excuse me, I've wasted enough valuable time on you for one day. Keith's match is coming up and I want to keep a close eye on things. After that, it's back to Miami where I've got 'other' business to tend to. Now if you'll excuse me."

Osland lets out a Wooooo!

We watch as he high-fives random SWAT employees like the captain of the football team would to his adoring fans. Each employee pretends to be excited, but roll their eyes once he passes them.

Life is good, and about to get better.

[Cut.]

[edwarddubin0604]

(Psychotic Goth is in a dark room with Vampira enjoying the silence when the door opens allowing a brief second of light to show before darkness returns to the room.)

Vampira: "So you wish to see Psychotic Goth in a new whole new light. They say careful what you wish for because you might just get it."

(The lights suddenly go on as Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient Hebrew dialect as the lights suddenly go on his arms raised.)

Psychotic Goth: "Devon D'Andre has been warned over and over again but guess what happens. Guess what he keeps doing. Devon continues to run his mouth despite the warnings that I plan on doing what I've been vowing to do and that's making you eat your words."

(Psychotic Goth bellows again in an ancient Hebrew dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "You see Devon one victory over me doesn't make you a real champion or superstar. It just says you were lucky but you won't be so lucky this time. Yet you continue to run your mouth and get cocky for your own good. You dare to insult the 'King of the Goths' and think I'm going to just let you do so."

(He roars in an ancient Hebrew dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "You look upon all the lowly fans of SWAT who pay for your pathetic high and mighty lifestyle that you wish you still have. You wish you still have the limos and the women and the money. You still wish you have the money and women who fawn over you. Yet you shall never regain what you lost. You shall never regain any of your corporate stature that you enjoyed."

(Psychotic Goth bellows in an ancient Hebrew dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "All you are going to receive is a bigger fall from your corporate kingdom. Your Ivory Tower is going to crumble
as my gothic army storms the gates of your kingdom and I shall destroy you and send your pathetic corpse into the pit of hell where you belong. There shall be no second chances and your hopes shall die along with your stock value."

(He laughs maniacally and roars in an ancient Hebrew dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "There is no escape from my wrath as I unleash the true monster that I am. You wanted the tortured soul to come out and thus I shall unleash my fury and you shall feel the pain and punishment that you never received as a child growing up. I'm going to beat you up Devon and I'm going to do it with our any remorse and if I have to beat you to death. So be it. If I put you in a coma for the rest of your life. So be it. If I have to end your career for good. So be it."

(Psychotic Goth laughs demonically and bellows in an ancient Hebrew dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "This is what you are in for Devon. Yet this isn't just going to be a lesson meant for you only. This is also to show everyone that I'm going to do this to all contenders. I don't care who steps into the ring with me. You want a shot at me just say it and sign the contract and then meet your doom."

(He laughs louder and roars louder in an ancient Hebrew dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Anyone thinks that this is just talk and I don't mean anything I say. Then watch as I destroy Devon D'Andre and then ask yourselves if trying to win my crown and scepter is worth committing suicide. Do you wish to die for my SWAT World Heavyweight Championship just to win this prestigious title. More prestigious than any of the so-called championships in any of the XHF Feds."

(Psychotic Goth laughs again and yells in an ancient Hebrew dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "They can claim how great they are but 'The Psychotic One' is one who proves himself in the ring by earning this championship and victories. Unlike other champions who are excuse makers and are afraid to defend their championships. I'm willing to face all comers for this championship around my waist."

(Psychotic Goth lowers his head and raises his arms and flings his head back revealing his pale handsome goth like looks.)

Psychotic Goth: "Devon D'Andre you got lucky the last time we met when you debuted. Now you shall be sentenced by my royal law to hell and you shall suffer and suffer you shall be subjected to. You shall be the one who shall be the message who shall be sent to all that I mean everything I say and say what I mean. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall carry through with my threat."

(He shoots his armsdownwards and the room grows dark as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[SWAT Team]

[The arena darkens and fans erupt into loud cheers as “Collapsing” by Demon Hunter blasts through the speakers. Red, pink and purple lights flicker on and off in rapid succession creating a beautiful strobe effect over the stage as none other than The Blackpool Bombshell herself, Blaze Freya comes out from behind the curtain, walking backwards onto the stage with a charismatic strut. Her black hood covers her lowered head until she spins around triggering the lights to brighten to reveal her gorgeous face as she removes the hood, headbanging with the fans a bit. She nods in approval hearing the roar of the crowd, feeding off of their excitement then rolls her shoulders a few times, sprinting down the ramp and sliding into the center of the ring, humping it briefly. Blaze then leans back on her knees running her fingers through her long black hair, flirtatiously winking at the nearest camera before standing up to her feet and walking back to her corner to await her opponent with a determined look on her face.]

Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, hailing from Blackpool England, coming in at 5’6 & 125 lbs …. THE BLACKPOOL BOMBSHELL! BLAZE FREYA!!!!

Cave by Muse blares and Eddie D walks out with a black and white montage video playing on the screens of him weight training and hitting his favourite moves on people, flashing up in negative to the beat of the music.

He regularly threatens rude fans, tears up opponents fan posters on his way to the ring, has vicious one liner for an "ugly" fan, he walks confidently and slowly to the ring. Raises his hands to accept the praise he feels he is due, but the crowd erupt in a chorus of boos and jeers.

Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from Vernon, California, USA. Coming in at 6’ and 303 pounds .... THE BIG DEAL .... EDDIE D!!!

Jeremy Tucker : This is an interesting match up Andy, a complete mis match, Eddie towers over Blaze, she has her work cut out for her tonight.

Andrew Fulton : If anyone can do it Jerry, Blaze can.

Jeremy Tucker : You don’t sound too confident.

Andrew Fulton : I’m not. She is my obsession, but I mean, LOOK at EDDIE!

Jeremy Tucker : The bell rings and we are underway. Blaze approaches Eddie who stands tall in front of her. He goes to grab her and she ducks under it and nails him with a big spinning roundhouse kick to the face, but no effect!

Andrew Fulton : She chops him in the chest, and he no sells it, and again, and AGAIN!

Jeremy Tucker : Eddie grabs Blaze and delivers a might scoop slam. She clutches at her back and he picks her back up and drills her with a gut buster. Blaze is sucking in the air bent over on Eddies knee, and he grins down at her prone body remember the spanking from New Horizons.

Andrew Fulton : Back heel kick from Blaze! Right to the temple and Eddie is stunned!

Jeremy Tucker : Blaze quickly tries to seize the moment with some elbow and forearm strikes to Eddie and he is wonky but not going down. She charges the ropes and Eddie comes straight at her with a devastating shoulder block! Blaze toppling backwards like a truck ran her over.

Andrew Fulton : Eddie looks down at Blaze then dismisses her and goes to the ropes and starts taunting the fans, motioning his waist and that he wants the belt.

Jeremy Tucker : Eddie turns back around …. TORN!!! Blaze with a hellacious Gore to Eddie!

Andrew Fulton : Bigger Torn than the one that but him thru the locker room door.

Jeremy Tucker : Blaze rages and jumps on top of Eddie’s huge chest and starts wailing away with wild lefts and rights. She has been gunning for him and the entire KGB since they tried to recruit her and she rejected them.

Andrew Fulton : She plays to her own beat Jerry, always has. The crowd is right behind her and Eddie is covering up, then he just throws her off of him hand she sails half way across the ring, but she quickly gets back up and as Eddie comes for her …. SUPERKICK!

Jeremy Tucker : No. Eddie caught the leg. He pushes her face onto the top rope and then drags her along it! Friction burn!

Andrew Fulton : Blaze curses at him defiantly and he hooks her in a full nelson and plants her to the mat with a crushing Full Nelson Bomb!

Jeremy Tucker : He could pin her right here!

Andrew Fulton : Blaze will never give up!

Jeremy Tucker : She won’t have to, Eddie will squash her soon and give up or not she wont be able to kick out. Blaze crawls to her feet and Eddie looks at her telling her to stay down, and she snarls at him never. Eddie sighs grabs her and BRAIN BUSTER!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Brutal! Finish it Eddie!

Jeremy Tucker : Normally you would be loving this carnage Fulton.

Andrew Fulton : Yeah, but not against Blaze!

Jeremy Tucker : Blaze tries to stumble to her feet, Eddie watching on with an amused or concerned expression, it’s a bit of both I think ….. HEADACHE FROM HELL!!! (Stunner)

Andrew Fulton : That’s gotta be it!

Jeremy Tucker : Eddie with the cover …..

One …………………….

Two ………………………..

THREE!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : What a dominating victory! THE BIG DEAL pretty much just squashed Blaze!

Jeremy Tucker : Freya fought valiantly never giving up, but Eddie is a monster and he is steam rolling towards his upcoming World Title shot!

[Cave by Muse hits and referee Vick Mackey raises the arm of Eddie in victory and he motions to his waist again and then looks down at Blaze with what may be a little remorse.]

Frank Salazar : WINNER OF THE MATCH … THE BIG DEAL! EDDIE D!!!!

[Blaze staggers to her feet and grabs the mic from Salazar.]

Blaze Freya : Is that all you got you big oaf!?

Andrew Fulton : Oh no!

[Blaze runs at Eddie, but after the beating she just took it’s not the quickest and he catches her and spins her around and drills her to the mat with a huge Black Hole slam.]

Jeremy Tucker : Eddie looks down at Blaze again and smiles, acknowledging her tenacity. We’ll be right back folks, with the Universal Sin title on the line! Keith Williams defending against BOTH Death Trap AND Eric Dane!

[thejerseydevildiva]

Act 1: I told you I would win!

The scene opens on the arena as the show continues on. The crowds cheer loudly as they wait for the next match. The camera pans to one of the private boxes that over look the whole arena, where we see Joanne Canelli celebrating her win over Isabel Rios just a little earlier in the evening. She sits with a drink in her hand looking down over the arena. A flash of light comes from somewhere behind her in the windows that over looked the city. Joanne turns around, with wide eyes spitting out her drink.

Joanne: What in the hell was that?

Reno and Rude run into the room and look back out the window before turning to Joanne.

Reno: What a light show!

Rude: I don't think that was light show...

Joanne: I think you maybe right Rude. That looks familiar...

She turns the TV on as a breaking news spot comes up. It shows a bright blue light coming up from the hill of Masada. It soon fades and a black car is seen moving along the long stretch of road away from Masada. Joanne watches it over and over, and soon picks up her phone and hits a button as it rings on the other end. It is soon answered.

Joanne: I'm sorry that I'm callin' so late...

Voice: It's alright. There better be a good reason...

Joanne: Well... Did you see what happened at Masada?

Voice: No... What...

Joanne: Well... Turn on the TV and you'll see.

Voice: What was that?

Joanne: The only thin' I can think of is...

Voice: Is she there?

Joanne: I think she is. But I couldn't tell you. But she is the only one that could do that.

Voice: True. I haven't gotten a call yet...

Joanne: I'm sure you will.

Voice: I know.

Voice 2: Darling, who is it?

Voice: It's just Joanne dearest.

Voice 2: Come back to bed...

Voice: Of course dearest. I have to go Joanne. Good night.

Joanne: Of course. Night.

Joanne soon hangs up,  and sighs as she sits down in the chair back in front of the window that over looks the arena.

Rude: Did he know if it was...

Joanne: Maybe. She is the only one that could do that...

Reno: True. Are we going to celebrate or not?

Joanne: Yeah... It's been a long night but...

Joanne gets up from where she sits and heads for the door.

Rude: Where are you going?

Joanne: I need to go and see what's up.

Reno: But...

Joanne: I'll see you back at the hotel...

Joanne walks out of the box and starts to head down the long stretch of hallway and out the door as the scene fades to black.

[frostbite]

Back in the locker room...

We see Frostbite sitting back in a brown leather chair as he is rocking back and forth as it appears that he is on the phone.

Frostbite.. Listen, I know that you do not care about me, I get that but I believe I have some information that is very important to you.

A slight pause, as he is listen to the person on the other end.

Frostbite.. Johnnie, it appears you do not believe me and I get it, after what I have done to you 8n this company in the past but trust me, you will want the information that I have for you.

Once again he pauses as he listens.

Frostbite.. Look I do not trust, these locker room walls have ears. Look why don't you meet me in the parking lot after the show with that information.

He pauses once again.

Frostbite.. Look Jonnie, I know who has been trolling you. I have my source and they are very trust worthy.

Again he pauses..

Frostbite.. Listen all I want is a chance to get closer with my true love. Allow me to get in the ring with Goth and once and for all, let me be with her. Come on Johnnie, you have been in ,love before.

Pauses again.

Frostbite.. Look, Johnnie you can trust me because I am not going to lie to you because my love is at stake here.

Pauses again.

Frostbite... Good, I will see you after the show in the parking lot. Trust me this information will blow your mind, as long as I get the chance to be with my love, Th at is all I ask.

Frostbite hangs up as he looks at his phone with the pic of the SWAT World title on it.

Frostbite.. Soon, we will finally be together, I promise.

He rocks back in the chair as he just gazes into the phone as the scene fades out.

Back at ringside...

Jeremy Tucker.. What was that all about. From what I gather, Frostbite was talking to Johnnie Valentine.

Andrew Fulton.. That appears to be the case. Someone has been trolling Johnnie here of late and it appears Frostbite knows Who?

Jeremy Tucker.. Frostbite trying to cut some type of deal.

Andrew Fulton.. The name of the person in exchange for a shot at the title. A shot to be with his love.

Jeremy Tucker.. I guess it will depend on how solid this information is?

Andrew Fulton.. I am sure Frostbite is be truthful the chance to get his love, is to great of a risk not to be up front with the commish.

Jeremy Tucker.. So Frostbite is a snitch.

Andrew Fulton.. You really believe he cares as long as Johnnie gets him a shot at the title. I do not think he really cares who he throws under that bus.

[Dave D-Flipz]

: "So here we sit, in the middle of the holiest place on Earth. I guess. And here we sit, waiting for the universal sin championship match. The irony is not lost on me. It’s not what I expected to see. Here I thought Jonnie Valentine had it out for me. And I KNOW Armand does."

*DT steps into frame and looks out a window in his locker room at the Holy Land*

: "That we stand here in a city where holy wars were fought, the cradle of multiple religions … and go to violent battle over a title called the Ultimate Sin Championship is a pretty appropriate description of the insanity that is SWAT these days."

*DT pulls the blinds and turns to the camera. He looks out from underneath the brim of his signature hat.*

: "Tonight, it is time to rectify this mistake. Here I sit without a title, and it’s been too damn long. And an opportunity drops into my lap. If you think I’d be passing it up, you’d be a fool. This is the exact situation I live for. Out in front of a new crowd of insane fans, chanting my name. It invigorates me. And that is going to be the difference maker tonight. See the three men in this match have all been having a bit of a rough go lately."

*DT tips his hat up and raises an eyebrow*

: "Be it the down on his luck fan favorite, struggling to stay on top despite a literal army of clowns at the behest of Armand trying to stop me. Oh and also some guys with names like Hehehe and Hahaha."

*Let it sink in … yep there ya go*

: "My last two matches in MCCW before it shuttered again were big losses. My title ending up on the waist of a young upstart kid with a lot of upside. My pride left in the ring under a flying Hyperion. And then of course there’s all the physical assaults I’ve gone through just because I was called in for a favor. Oh sure, I’ve been beating them back just as hard … with only one of me … and too many of them. I guess one over the hill former X*Crown champ is just about equal to the combined might of Eric Dane, Armand, Joanne, Eddie D, Frostbite, and a gaggle of murderers. Sounds about my level."

*He smirks and takes the hat off and places it next to him on a bench. He runs his hand through his hair.*

: "Then there’s Eric Dane. The erstwhile only star. A man who managed to lose out on a title win to Gordon Carlson because he couldn’t handle Timeless. Have you tried growing a set of tits and putting him in a submission? *DT winks at the camera* No but seriously, you lost the biggest title in what is SUPPOSED to be YOUR domain to Lord Dominicus … with a meat mountain and a lizard man helping you out. I … I can’t even fathom how that went down. The man is a joke. His whole evil reputation is winning the keys to the city and saving corgis. Oooooooh evil!"

*DT wiggles his fingers at the camera in that way people do when going ooooooooh spoooooky!*

: "And here in SWAT you’re a hired goon and a manager. Not exactly peak performance. And yes Keith Williams HAS the title walking into this match. But he’s ALSO just come off losing HIS world title as well. Look I think the Sanders kid has talent but Keith himself would probably describe him as a slice of white bread. Not exactly a good idea to put out there and then lose to. Put up a much better fight than Dane did but hey all three of us have had a rough go with our world titles lately. And I guess we all just lost our homes too. MCCW going on another hiatus, Keith booking it out of AWF with his teammates, and Eric Dane running away from NPW because even Canadians hate him so much they’ll chase him out of the country."

*DT looks at the floor, he’s made himself sad over MCCW. He also then smirks and holds in a chuckle at the Eric Dane situation. How far the mighty have fallen*

: "So why don’t the three of us put aside all that history for now. Let’s forget about how Eric Dane dropped me on my head out of the SWAT rumble. *coughflukecough* Let’s forget about how I had to pie Keith in the face. Not exactly a satisfying match ending … and let’s set aside that Keith actually has a title to lose in all of this. And let’s look at this match from an outside perspective. Three of the top guys in the biz. Three guys who will make sure you hear ALL ABOUT how great they are. Three guys with the pedigree to back up their claims and the mouth to make people ignore that pedigree and try to punch them in their smug faces anyway. It’s actually kind of hilarious."

*DT laughs a bit and sits on the bench. He reapplies his hat to his head. He slowly stops laughing and then his face settles and he slowly becomes more serious.*

: "It’s hilarious how sad it is. All three of us should be in contention for the world title. And the only thing holding all of us back is a pair of gangs throwing their weights around. The KGB and the Society of the New Breed. Eric Dane and Death Trap, two of the biggest names in all of wrestling. Legends in their prime, and legends now. Keith Williams, former Prestige Champ, running one of the most decorated stables in the business in terms of gold. Look at the list of achievements behind us. And here we are being made to settle for second best because Armand and Jonnie V can’t stop going at each other’s throats. It’s enough to make a man sick."

*DT contorts his face a bit and thinks about it for a second*

: "But then … Keith you have Osland, Garcia and Carner … all in your corner to help you out. And Eric, you are PART of the KGB. How is it you two aren’t able to overcome all of this shit? I mean at least I have the excuse of being assaulted on the regular by BOTH of those stables, like 15 people in all. Hell even Mongo only came with 8 … and a ref."

*DT shrugs*

: "Doesn’t matter. What matters is this match, three of the most talented guys in SWAT, all out to show we belong in the main event picture. I may not like either of you, I may not appreciate who you associate with or how you operate. But I can respect the talent. I’m not about to come out here and tell the fans you are both chumps. I’m not known for being a liar. What I am going to do … is march out to that ring … and make one of you tap out. Doesn’t matter which. And then I will walk into the rumble with that title. Maybe need to rename it …"

*He stands up and throws his hoodie on to head towards the ringside area*

: "Gentlemen, it’s nothing personal. I mean it’s close to personal with Eric. I’m a little miffed at all the assaults your buddies have been pulling on me. But in this match, it’s not personal. It’s about proving I’m the best damn technical wrestler in the world. And when I see a big gold belt dangled in front of me as a prize. I grab it. Sure I may not always KEEP it long but I’m pretty damn good at winning belts. And tonight is no different. Here in Jerusalem I will be anointed. The chosen savior of the SWAT masses. The new Universal Sin Champion. As good as you both are … I’m just that much better. I’m the main goddamn attraction. And I’m the one putting the butts in the seats. And after tonight nobody will remember old man Dane or sleazeball Keith. But they will be talking for ages about the miracle man who overcame the ReVenants and the KGB to stand alone on top of the world."

*He walks off*

: "But hey … try to have a happy easter after you wake up."