Battleground #37 : Easter Explosion! (Show)

[SWAT Team]

R-E-V

Three letters announced over the PA in a super slow fashion precede the explosive sound of "When the Levee Breaks" by Led Zeppelin playing. The lights in the arena incessantly flash on and off as Keith Williams marches out onto the stage. Oxford Osland is accompanying him to the ring. Back to the camera, Keith thrusts both hands upward with three fingers pointed up on each. The three turn into two, the two turn into a pair of middle fingers that Keith continues to flaunt as he whirls around and the lights return to normal.

Smirking, Williams shrugs and nonchalantly shows his palms, acting as if he's clueless to why he's getting hate. Waggling his eyebrows to get a rise out of the fans, Keith fires off a series of mustache strokes before strutting his way down to the ring. Slowly rolling under the bottom rope to enter, The Ultimate Kingpin keeps rolling until he's in the center of the squared circle. Kneeling, his back to the camera again, KW points at the design on his jacket with a single thumb.

Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is fort he Universal Sin Championship! Introducing first, accomanpanied by the SWAT TV Champion, Oxford Osland ….. hailing from Raleigh NC, coming in at 6’3 & 263 lbs …. He is the current Universal Champion …. The Paragon of Sleaze! KEITH WILLIAMS!!!!

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

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

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

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

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

Frank Salazar : "Now entering the ring, hailing from Seattle, Washington. At 6'4" and 260 pounds, he is The Main Attraction ... DEATH TRAP!"

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

He unzips the hoodie and tosses it into the crowd and starts marching to the ring. He air fist bumps the fans along the walkway (Covid ya know). He rolls into the ring and climbs the far corner and poses as gold pyro showers down from the overhead area. He leaps down; drops his t-shirt, hat, and shades to the floor outside; and begins stretching on the ropes.*

"The One You Love to Hate" by Halford hits and Eric Dane struts down to the ring, a look of disdain on his face at both his opponents and the crowd.

Frank Salazar : And introducing their opponent … he hails from New Orleans, LA , coming in at 6’4 and 230 lbs …. The Only Star …. ERIC DANE!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Here we go, 2nd last match of the night, and these three guys are going to tear the house down!

Andrew Fulton : Three KINGS of the Sport! What a match up this will be.

Jeremy Tucker : Referee Vick Mackey calls for the bell and we are under way. Death Trap and Dane run straight at each other and start going to town with both swinging huge lefts and rights.

Andrew Fulton : Neither man giving an inch, Death Trap evades a big blow by Dane and uses his MMA skills to take Dane down and start stretching him on the mat.

Jeremy Tucker : Dane counters out of it with an elbow to the inside of the knee of DT and then starts choking him on the second rope.

Andrew Fulton : Keith is standing there watching them beat the hell out of each other and motioning to Osland ‘how good is this’. Osland applauding his ReV brother.

Jeremy Tucker : Dane with a neckbreaker to DT. Dane then goes for an Irish whip but DT reverses it and sends Dane crashing right into Williams who was distracted hamming it up with Osland.

Andrew Fulton : DT then grabs both Keith and Dane by the hair and sends their heads crashing into one another with a big double noggin knocker.

Jeremy Tucker : Dane looks woozy from that, he and Eddie had a terrible head collision back at New Horizons.

Andrew Fulton : DT with a double leg take down on Dane.

Jeremy Tucker : Williams grabs DT angrily and plants him with a Tiger Suplex.

Andrew Fulton : Dane back on his feet and he grabs Williams and delivers a big running powerslam.

Jeremy Tucker : DT back up and he catches Dane and locks in a dragon sleeper. Dane refusing to tap and Williams from behind sends BOTH DT and Dane over his head with a double German Suplex! DT holds onto the dragon sleeper on landing and Dane is in serious trouble!

Andrew Fulton : Williams breaks the submission with a size 14 to the head of DT!

Jeremy Tucker : Keith now goes to town on DT and plants him with a devastating jumping piledriver! Cover from Keith …..

One ………………..

Two ……………………….

Th …. Dane breaks the count pulling Keith off of the cover.

Andrew Fulton : Dane hooks Keith and delivers a bulldog and then a bone crunching tilt a whirl back breaker.

Jeremy Tucker : Dane helps Keith back to his feet and DT runs thru them BOTH with a double clothesline! DT then gives Keith a forward Russian leg sweep right into the crotch of the still felled Dane.

Andrew Fulton : Osland pulls Keith out of the ring and yells at Death Trap that was out of line.

Jeremy Tucker : Why is Osland allowed out here? Dane didn’t bring any of the Bandits.

Andrew Fulton : Is Dane even in the Bandits?

Jeremy Tucker : He seems to acting as if more of an associate and that he is above joining them but will take their coin.

Andrew Fulton : Wouldn’t you?

Jeremy Tucker : No! I wouldn’t. Dane with a low blow to DT and he yells out to Osland to go ‘fetch him a drink’. Dane then starts choking DT on that 2nd rope some more, all the while cursing Osland and Keith.

Andrew Fulton : Osland goes for Dane but Keith holds him back. Keith then grabs a chair and goes to blast Dane with it but he moves and Keith nails Death Trap with the chair.

Jeremy Tucker : That’s a DQ ref! Mackey looking around confused, he missed it! Is he blind?

Andrew Fulton : All good refs are Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Dane goes to cover DT seizing the moment ….

One ………………

Two …………………………

THR …. DT kicks out with authority.

Andrew Fulton : DT back to his feet, he is hulking up! Dane with a big shot and DT no sells it. Dane looks worried and starts back peddling, then goes for a thumb to the eye but DT catches his hand and tosses Dane right out over the top rope.

Jeremy Tucker : DT is HOT! He follows Dane out and rams his head into the safety rail.

Andrew Fulton : Oi DT! It was Keith who hit you with the chair, not Dane!

Jeremy Tucker : He doesn’t care. DT and Dane hate one another, and this is for bragging rights more than the belt.

Andrew Fulton : DT goes to ram Dane’s head again into the safety rail, but Dane blocks it with both hands on the rail, then back elbows DT right in the eye.

Jeremy Tucker : Dane and DT battling it out still on the outside, and Keith is now back in the ring watching them fight out there with glee. Keith is telling Mackey to count them out but Mackey is saying there is no count outs in a triangle match.

Andrew Fulton : DT and Dane still brawling, both now busted open and they fight right thru the curtain!

Jeremy Tucker : Keith insisting Mackey counts them out, and Osland is in there now with him also and they are bullying the ref. Mackey looks confused and is looking up to the curtain and no one is returning. He shrugs his shoulders and calls for the bell. Mackey then goes over to Frank and informs him of his decision.

Frank Salazar : Winner of the match by count out, and STILL Universal Sin Champion … KEITH WILLIAMS!

Andrew Fulton : I told you he would beat these two Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : You never once mentioned it.

[The camera’s switch to the back and we see Dane and DT still brawling, and then into shot come the KGB!

Andrew Fulton : Now he’s screwed Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : The whole KGB is there! Armand! Joanne! Frostbite! Eddie D! Bruno!!! They all swoop onto Death Trap and start stomping him like the jackals they are! This was a set up!

Andrew Fulton : More stomping, Keith and Osland are watching on the SWAT Tron from the ring and chuckling.

Jeremy Tucker : Death Trap is completely outnumbered! Where is his back up?

Andrew Fulton : Well, Radu and El Combatiente have left the fed, left him high and dry!

Jeremy Tucker : This is a massacre. Bruno and Eddie both pick up DT by the throat, hoist him up high in the air under Armand’s direction and then bring him crashing down with a mighty double chokeslam to the knee of Eric Dane.

Andrew Fulton : The Titanium knee brace! The back of DT’s head bounced off it with a loud crack! This is great!

Jeremy Tucker : Great? This is out of control!

[Agents and refs come from everywhere, forming a wall between the Bandits and Death Trap. Death Trap is motionless. He is out cold from that blow. Its mayhem out there and the Bandits start patting each other on the back happy with their assault and take off.]

Jeremy Tucker : I have had just about enough of this KGB rubbish! Somebody has to do something around here! We will be right back folks with the World Title Match. Goth Vs D’Andre. Somebody get DT some help god dammit!

[Dave D-Flipz]

A few minutes have passed since the assassination attempt on DT by the KGB. DT has made it to the medical office and has been checked out by one of the doctors as another one sidles into the room and looks at the chart. DT seems alert and is mid-conversation.*

Death Trap: What do you mean you aren’t allowing me to leave? I have to pay those assholes back. They are ruining this show for everyone. I should be champion right now.

Doctor 1: Sir, you are lucky not to have a concussion but any further activity could …

Doctor 2: Actually …

*The first doctor looks over at the second one, who is much more muscular than a doctor normally would be. Doctor 2 looks over at DT and from behind his odd eye pieces he studies DT.*

Death Trap: Uh so … can I help you sir? This fine SWAT doctor was just about to release me you see. He examined me already.

Doctor 2: No no this is no good. He clearly has a significant concussion, brain injury. Maybe a hem … hem … bleed a brain bleed. No we should rule him out of all competition through the end of April I think!

Death Trap: EXCUSE YOU? I’m already up and at it again, where did you get your medical degree?

Doctor 1: I mean, he seems fine but I would recommend shutting it down until the next show at least. No more activity today.

Doctor 2: No no, that won’t do. I won’t risk getting sued for letting this man endanger his life!

*The buff doctor steps away and pulls out a phone. We hear him in the background as DT talks*

Death Trap: Those guys think they can get the better of me like this … I won’t stand for it. I deserve respect and reverence. I put myself on the line every show for these fans and the KGBastards only care about themselves. Screw SWAT, Screw XHF, just KGB all day every day. It’s disgusting!

Doctor 2: Yes, oh yes for sure. I think you should make a few calls. It would be … medically unwise … for him to interfere. … … … well I AM … a doctor .. hehehe.

Doctor 1: Yes well you still took a huge fall with added velocity from being thrown by two large men and hit your head on the metal covered knee of another man. Honestly if that other man showed up here with a shattered knee I wouldn’t be shocked. In fact he should come in so we can clear him. You both are in the rumble yes?

Doctor 2: Oh, I think this time they’ll take your call. You aren’t complaining after all. It’s for his own health and safety.

Death Trap: Heh Eric Dane is not going to win that rumble. Let him come in, let him pussyfoot around the beating I was giving him. Fact of the matter is this year is the year I claim the rumble AND become the first three time X*Crown Champion. Armand and Dane won’t stop me this time.

*Doctor 2 comes back whistling*

Doctor 1: Um … something important?

Death Trap: You look familiar. Have you treated me before?

Doctor 2: In a fashion, yes.

*Suddenly the phone of doctor 1 rings.*

Doctor 1: Yes? … … ok … wait that wasn’t …… no the diagnosis was …. … … no I’m not going to overrule but I think the info … fine … I’ll tell him.

*He hangs up the phone.*

Doctor 1: So … Mister Carloni. You are hereby medically barred from competing in any wrestling event held by the XHF Network through the end of April.

Death Trap: Good one doc, not happening.

Doctor 1: Apparently someone informed the commissioner? Commissioners? Of SWAT that you had suffered severe brain trauma and may never recover again if you compete. One of them included condolences, the … other? … mentioned how you are already a vegetable.

Death Trap: I’m sorry … Commissioners? Jonnie V I buy being too busy to look into the real diagnosis. IS the other one … Armand? The man who orchestrated putting me here and has a vested interest in faking that call.

Doctor 2: Sorry but that was MY diagnosis. You are not to fight. In fact if you lay a hand on anyone in a physical fight you will be put in containment for your own safety.

Death Trap: … FUCK … YOU!

*DT notices the KGB shirt under his doctor dress shirt.*

Death Trap: TUCK! Gabriel Tuck! THIS MAN IS NO DOCTOR! Doc you need to call them and let them know..

Doctor 1: That call was from Mongo the Destroyer himself sir.

Death Trap: … What?

Doctor 1: Mongo got a call from both Jonnie and Armand worried for your safety. He asked me to tell you, “DT it’s for your own good. You have a history of head trauma including forfeiting my prize X*Crown title. As a businessman I can’t have someone of your stature hurting themselves on my dime. Also, I hate you, so fuck you. You are barred from fighting, If you try to get into the rumble, secret entry, stealing a spot … you will be fired and put on a legends contract … and I’ll make tons of money selling your old merch while you sit at home.”

Death Trap: I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!

*He lunges at Tuck because his dreams have been rightfully shattered. The other doctor however springs into action and jabs DT with a needle.*

Death Trap: DOC WHY!? HE’s … a … fraud …….. feeling woozy.

*DT passes out on the table as Tuck laughs and walks out of the room*

[Justin]

Time lapse.

Eric Dane sits, still in his gear with the addition of a brand new Eric Dane X KGB t-shirt, across from his consort and brother of banditry here in SWAT the illustrious Armand von Krauss. AvK takes a deep drag from one of those silly Egyptian cigarettes of his as he squeezes at the stress headache forming at the bridge of his nose.

“Is it done, or isn’t it? It’s a simple yes or no question that doesn’t require further extrapolation, Gabriel.”

The Only Star chuckles to himself, well remembering the headaches of running his own promotion only a few short years ago.

“Good, fantastic.” Armand pulls the phone from his ear and looks at it as if it smelled like a turd before turning to Dane. “Good help isn’t easy to come by these days, damned stimulus checks and unemployment benefits!”

“Are we good?” Eric asks. “Dee-Tee is el donezo?”

Armand nods.

“Good. Fuck that guy, he’s a bully and a menace and I’m gonna run his greasy roided-up lookin’ ass out of wrestling FOR GOOD! Tonight was the first night of the rest of that jay-brone’s soon to be violently shortened career!”

Armand nods again and takes another drag.

“I believe that we’ve held up our end of the bargain. Again. And we do ever-so-love your modeling of that brand new KGB branded t-shirt (ONLY $39.99 AT THE SWAT WEBSTORE!), but I’m afraid there is one last piece of business that we need to attend to tonight.”

Dane shrugs.

“Yeah, I know. The contract.”

“You need to sign it.”

“I will.”

“Now.”

The Only Star mimes the searching of pockets that he clearly doesn’t have. Armand rolls his eyes at the display, clearly getting bored of Eric’s bullshit. From one direction The Antagonist is handed a clipboard/folder deal with the SWAT logo crossed out and KGB written over it in black magic marker. From the other direction a quill and inkpot is produced. This isn’t weird at all.

“Listen, you need to understand,” he dips the quill into the ink, “My word is my bond. But I get it, you gotta have it on paper. It’s business.”

He messily scrawls his signature across half of the bottom of the last page of the contract before sending it spinning back at Armand.

“Boom. Signed.”

“Thank you, Mr. Dane.”

“KGB for life, am I right?”

“KGB for life indeed.”

Both men smirk for wildly opposing reasons.

Each assumes he's given himself the upper-hand.

Neither has any idea of the gravity of this deal.

Or do they?

[SWAT Team]

[We join Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton at the commentary desk at ringside]


Jeremy Tucker : Welcome everyone to the main event. Devon D’Andre vs Psychotic Goth. Brand new beautiful title belt being fought over technically for the first time. It’s a great end to a wonderful event here in Jerusalem.


Andrew Fulton : A biblical epic end to a show in the home of religious war. What could possibly go wrong between a French Crusader and a pagan Satan botherer?


Jeremy Tucker : Where do you get French crusader from?


Andrew Fulton : Come on Jerry… D’Andre is the clue?


Jeremy Tucker : He’s not French, he’s from Illinois…


Andrew Fulton : Well there’s some Frog or Canuck in his family tree somewhere with a name like that.


Jeremy Tucker : And there’s a “full ton” of offense to be taken from comments like that…


Andrew Fulton : Are you a mother Tucker, Jerry? Devon’s a big boy. He doesn’t need to be mothered. He can take some wigging about his name and any Gauloises smoking potential in his parentage.


Jeremy Tucker : (Jeremy gives Andrew a withering look and continues.) This main event with Goth and D’Andre has got my imagination running wild. How bloody will it be? How technical will it be? These guys have faced each other before but we never know how an encounter will unfold…


Andrew Fulton : Well thankfully we don’t have to wait much longer…

[The lights dim out as the soft opening notes of "Lights" pulses through the arena speakers. Spotlights ranging from green to gold and back again trace around crowd.]


## I had a way then - Losing it all on my own - I had a heart then - But the queen has been overthrown ##


[Devon bursts onto the stage as a pair of lights fixate on him. Slowly lowering the hood of his jacket, he grins wide and drops to a knee. Dragging his hand across the floor of the stage, he lightly taps it twice with his fist before popping back up and beginning his trek towards the ring.]


## And I'm not sleeping now - The dark is too hard to beat - And I'm not keeping up - The strength I need to push me - You show the lights that stop me turn to stone ##


[The crowd rise to a modest reaction as Devon changes from a walk to a quick sprint to the ring. With a short, quick leap he slides under the bottom rope, literally rolling to a stop in the centre of the ring, again perched down a knee.]


## You shine them when I'm alone - And so I tell myself that I'll be strong - And dreaming when they're gone - 'Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home - Calling, calling, calling home - You show the lights that stop me turn to stone - You shine them when I'm alone ##


[He makes the same gesture in the ring as he did on the stage before song fades and the lights rise. As that happens, Devon walks over to the far corner and sits on the bottom turnbuckle, waiting.]


Frank Salazar : Introducing the challenger in tonight’s WORLD TITLE MAIN EVENT, hailing from Chicago, Illinois. Standing six feet, three inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and sixteen pounds. DEVON... D'ANNNNDDDRRREEEE!!"


Jeremy Tucker : He has quite the confident entrance.


Andrew Fulton : Phrasing Jerry. Don’t tee me up like that… The producer is in my ear stamping all over any comments I was about to make.


This isn’t his first rodeo Jerry and he’s beaten Goth before… why wouldn’t he be confident? He’s fought in Japan, all over Europe, this crowd’s lukewarm reaction will not phase this guy.


This French guy is growing on me.


Jeremy Tucker : He’s from Chicago?!


Andrew Fulton : I like him even more then.


Shucks, what’s this preoccupation with where he’s from Jerry? Stay woke, not broke Jerry…

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 jewelry 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 to hold until it's time for Psychotic Goth to use it.


Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from The Depths of Hell. Coming in at 6’5 and 235 pounds ....accompanied by Vampira .....The King of Goths .... Your SWAT HEAVYWEIGHT WORLD CHAMPION…. PSYCHOTIC GOTH!!!


[The crowd erupt in a ‘Goth is gonna kill you’ chant.]

Jeremy Tucker : Why would Goth keep bringing that disturbing weapon out with him?


Andrew Fulton : That’s no way to talk about Vampira.


Jeremy Tucker : Not Vampira…. That effigy, totem, voodoo thing… It clearly means something to him… the creepy looking thing has cost him matches as often as it’s won him them when it’s been wielded in anger?


Andrew Fulton : Apparently, he’s never struck a fan in anger… No it’s always been a sweet, sweet pleasure for him….


Jeremy Tucker : Well the referee is checking their boots, laying down the law and calling for the bell and we’re underway…


Andrew Fulton : Vampira immediately reaches into the ring from ringside and tugs on D’Andre’s leg… D’Andre has left the ring and is following a rather worried but vocal Vampira around the ring… D’Andre threatens her to stay out of the encounter… Don’t think that’s gonna change a thing, but if it sets the tone and gets the referee awake to the chance of her getting involved maybe it’s a bright move… Goth lets out a huge whistle… D’Andre focuses back on Goth… Goth shouts something in an ancient ibrahimic dialect and gives D’Andre the finger... D’Andre dives into the ring... Goth stamps on D’Andre as he comes in... D’Andre doesn't seem to feel the blows... Goth lays in some big punches and a side kick on D’Andre... D’Andre blocks a punch and keeps coming... Goth kicks D’Andre to the guts... D’Andre doubles up… Goth goes for a DDT?!... D’Andre blocks it, powers up, grips Goth around the waist and hits a Northern Lights Suplex!... Holds the bridge for the cover


… … …1 … and a quick kick out …


Jeremy Tucker : Goth has rolled away and gotten to his feet first… Goth grabs D’Andre from behind and lifts D’Andre for a side suplex?! …but D’Andre rolls backwards off his shoulder and goes to lift Goth for a side suplex of his own?! …But Goth rolls off D’Andre’s shoulder as well… Goth lands heavily with a smile at the nice reversal… but Super Kick from D’Andre! …Goth hits the canvas hard and nurses his chin…


Andrew Fulton : D’Andre isn’t hanging around… hits the nearest middle rope and… …Springboard Leg Drop! …Goth tries to get back up… D’Andre bounding again and… hits Goth with a Springboard Elbow Drop! …D’Andre drags Goth away from the ropes by the leg and covers…


… … … 1


… … …2 … and a kick out …


Jeremy Tucker : D’Andre goes to drag Goth up and gets a thumb in the eye… D’Andre reels away holding his face as Goth gets back to his feet… Goth drags D’Andre by the head to the nearest turnbuckles and slams his head off the top turnbuckle…


Andrew Fulton : The referee wants them out of the corner but Goth unloads with multiple Judo chops to D’Andre’s chest and face… The referee counts …1 …2 …3 … Goth halts the onslaught drags D’Andre out of the corner in a headlock to placate the referee… D’Andre goes to lift his way out of the headlock but Goth punches him in the mouth… Goth drags D’Andre over to the opposite corner and slams his head off the top turnbuckle…


Jeremy Tucker : The referee unhappy with the closed fist and using the turnbuckles… Goth ignores him and unloads with multiple reverse knife edge chops to D’Andre’s chest and throat… The referee counts …1 …2 …3 …


Andrew Fulton : Goth grabs D’Andre in frustration at the referee’s interference and … POWERBOMB!! …D’Andre looks out of it after this onslaught… Goth covers


…1 …


…2 … and a kick out, launching Goth high off his chest …


Jeremy Tucker : Goth looks shocked at the ferocity of D’Andre’s kick out and slaps on a rear naked choke… The referee has got to do something about this… The referee counts again… …1 …2 …3 … Goth breaks the hold… laughs in D’Andre’s and the referee’s face and reapplies the choke…


Andrew Fulton : The referee counts again… …1 …2 …3 …4 …5 Goth breaks the choke… Goth shouts something in an ancient Sanskrit dialect to Vampira… …Vampira smiles… grabs at the ring apron skirt and drags out a Scaffold Plank?… Goth nods his approval as he heads straight back into a blatant rear choke again…. The referee counts again… …1 …2 …3 …4 Goth breaks the choke… Vampira has sets up the plank that she found across two steel chairs on the outside near the railings… Goth drags D’Andre to the ropes and chokes him with the top rope…. The referee counts again… …1 …2 …3 … Goth breaks the choke and steps through the ropes as D’Andre is draped over the top rope catching his breath…


Jeremy Tucker : Goth offers a maniacal smile to the fans as he stares at them briefly from the apron…. Goth locks up with D’Andre over the top rope… looks like he’s preparing to suplex D’Andre out on to the prepared plank?! …That could break his back!!! Goth goes for the lift, but D’Andre blocks the attempt, locking his leg around the middle rope… D’Andre gets free from Goth’s grasp, stuns Goth with a snap jab, takes a half step back and sizes up Goth… out of nowhere a devastating Hook Kick!!!


Andrew Fulton : Goth falls to the arena floor and clutches his ringing left ear… Vampira is slamming her hands on the apron cursing at D’Andre… Goth is stunned, but D’Andre is still fighting for breath after all the choking he’s been subjected to… D’Andre manages to get his composure as Goth begins to sit up… D’Andre goes out after Goth and throws a warning at Vampira, who duely bares her teeth at him and hisses… D’Andre rolls Goth into the ring with his head and shoulders still draped over the apron edge… D’Andre gets back to the apron and drops a knee across the back of Goth’s neck and head!!!


Jeremy Tucker : Goth rolls towards the centre of the ring clutching his head… D’Andre stalks Goth as he begins to rise and look for him… D’Andre kneels in behind Psychotic Goth… applies a cobra clutch!!!


Andrew Fulton : He’s got that locked in tight and Goth looks in all sorts of pain…


Jeremy Tucker : Isn’t that a choke hold…


Andrew Fulton : The referee seems happy… Goth is clearly suffering and fading fast…


Jeremy Tucker : Goth tries to roll his way out of the hold, but D’Andre just rolls with him… Goth has slid down to the mat and D’Andre is leaning into the hold even more… Vampira has reached through the ropes and dragged Goth’s leg up onto the bottom rope and walks away under a hail of boos from the crowd… Goth manages to eek out something in an ancient Hebrew dialect and points at his foot… The referee notices and is calling for the rope break… That’s not right…


Andrew Fulton : Well, why else would you have a manager or valet unless you hoped for an occasional helping hand moment like that to crop up…


Jeremy Tucker : Well D’Andre is furious and has rolled out and is confronting Vampira about her part in that rope break… Vampira is begging off and claiming no part in it… The referee is threatening the pair with DQ if they come to blows… D’Andre doesn’t look like he cares that much as he gets ever closer to Vampira… The referee begins to count D’Andre out … 1… …2… …3… …4… The counting refocuses D’Andre and he chooses to roll back into the ring…


Andrew Fulton : Vampira tugs at D’Andre’s leg as he stands up in the ring… She’s scary, no doubt, but she’s playing with fire here and D’Andre spins around incensed and shouts at her over the top rope… Goth is finally back on his feet, steps in behind D’Andre… Russian Leg-sweep into floating pin!


… … …1


… … …2 … and a kick out


Jeremy Tucker : D’Andre and Goth get back to their feet… Goth grabs D’Andre… Koji Clutch! …Goth has the leg and arms locked at D’Andre’s neck, but D’Andre forces Goth back onto his shoulders, the referee sees it as a cover…


… … …1


… … …2 … and a kick out, but Goth still has the Koji Clutch locked in…


Andrew Fulton : D’Andre forces Goth back onto his shoulders again, the referee checks the shoulders and counts the cover…


… … …1


… … …2 … and a kick out, but Goth still has the Koji Clutch locked in even tighter…


Jeremy Tucker : D’Andre has managed to shuffle his legs around and lock his legs around the bottom rope… The referee calls for the rope break… Goth ignores him… The referee counts …1 …2 …3 …4 …5 …Goth reluctantly breaks the hold… Both men roll away tired and use opposite sets of ropes to help get back to their feet…


Andrew Fulton : This Jerusalem crowd are digging this action… If you’re just tuning in here’s a summary… Patter cake it’s not, it’s Goth Vs Devon, its submission holds heaven, now pitch a squat and keep it SWAT…


Jeremy Tucker : D’Andre raises a single hand to call for a test of strength! … The crowd seem to love the idea… Vampira is telling Goth not to trust him… Goth is edging towards the middle of the ring to meet him… D’Andre is goading him into the test… Goth screams something in an ancient Arabic dialect and throws up a single hand of his own… The men lock both hands in a test of strength, and they are both struggling for supremacy…


Andrew Fulton : Goth won’t give up… you can tell that the loss weeks ago, the bruised pride is driving him on… Goth is getting the upper hand and D’Andre is suffering… but hang on, the crowd are chanting for D’Andre to fight back… Goth looks annoyed, but seems powerless to stop D’Andre from powering back up to level footing again…


Jeremy Tucker : And you can see the strain in their faces, the look in D’Andre’s eyes… Determination personified… D’Andre has started to get the better of the test… D’Andre is forcing Goth’s hands back and you can see Goth’s feeling the pain… Goth breaks off the test, kicks D’Andre to the gut… scoop powerslam on D’Andre!… and Goth covers…


…1 …


…2 … and a kick out


Andrew Fulton : Goth drags D’Andre up, lifts him in a military press, staggers towards the ropes and throws him to the outside!! …That’s one hell of a drop. SWAT don’t invest a lot in thick cork matting, so D’Andre basically just ate the concrete at high speed… Gravity’s a bitch ain’t she…


Jeremy Tucker : Goth roars something in an ancient Assyrian dialect as he rolls to the outside to follow up… D’Andre is barely moving and Vampira is laughing maniacally at the downed superstar… Goth rolls D’Andre up onto the scaffold plank set up earlier and punches him repeatedly to the head… D’Andre is bleeding heavily from the eyebrow and not moving after this onslaught …Goth returns to the ring and scales the turnbuckles to the top rope… The referee is yelling at Goth to stop… He’s threatening DQ if he puts D’Andre through that plank and chairs…


Andrew Fulton : If he’s DQ’ed he still keeps the belt, so what does he care? This is personal between these two, this is high risk, but I don’t think he cares about his health or the DQ right now…


Jeremy Tucker : Goth is signalling for his finisher?!


Andrew Fulton : THE PURGATORY PLUNGE?!! (Senton bomb off the top turnbuckle)


Jeremy Tucker : He leaps… But NO!... D’Andre pushed Vampira away with his feet and rolled off the plank!... Goth just put himself back first through the Scaffold board!!!!!


Andrew Fulton : That was sickening snap folks… I’m hoping that was the plank snapping in two and not Goth’s back… Goth is bleeding… D’Andre is still down, and the referee is counting both men out…


…1… …2… …3… …4… …5… …6…


Andrew Fulton : Vampira is earning her management licence fee today… despite the referee’s protests she’s helping her hairy bleeding man out of the wreckage of the plank and the chairs and has propped him on the apron… …6… …7… …8…


Jeremy Tucker : Goth has rolled himself into the ring and broken his count, but is laying there clutching his back… D’Andre is crawling up the ring steps …9… D’Andre breaks the count just as the referee’s hand was falling for the count of 10!…


Andrew Fulton : I thought we already had a winner here, but the referee called it 9 and seven eighths and we still have a title fight folks…


Jeremy Tucker : Goth is back to his feet holding his back and cursing as he crosses over and drags D’Andre up from under the ropes… Goth grabs D’Andre around the waist and rushes him back first into the nearest turnbuckles and crushes him in the corner… Goth looks all out of energy as D’Andre is breathing heavy, hurting and resting in the corner… Goth goes up to the second rope, stood over D’Andre, looks out at the crowd, smiles and then pounds down with punches onto D’Andre’s already bleeding head…


Andrew Fulton : Talk about old school, the crowd is lapping this up… they’re even counting along to the punches…


Jeremy Tucker : D’Andre head butts Goth in the abs between punches and briefly stuns Goth out of his rhythm… D’Andre grabs Goth around the knees and walks out of the corner with him… Inverted Atomic drop!!! Goth is still on his feet, clutching his… holding his injured… clasping… clasping himself… D’Andre grabs at the doubled up Goth and?! …Double Underhook Backbreaker!!!! D’Andre covers…


… … …1


… … …2


and a kick out!!


Jeremy Tucker : The crowd can’t believe it! …D’Andre doesn’t seem to have the energy to follow up… That blood loss from his head is taking its toll… Goth drags himself up using the ropes… Goth grabs D’Andre, but D’Andre can barely stand as Goth pulls him up… D’Andre has found a flash of energy and shocks Goth with a Step-Up Enzuigiri!!!!


Andrew Fulton : Both men are down and not moving…. The referee is counting both men as down and out…


…1… …2… …3… …4… …5… …6…


Jeremy Tucker : Goth is moving first… He gets up using the in the corner ropes as D’Andre is still only able to sit up… Goth charges out of the corner and delivers a vicious double knee strike and knocks D’Andre back down again with authority….


Andrew Fulton : The momentum of the strike carried Goth into the nearest turnbuckles where he catches his breath and nurses the pain in his back… It’s been a grueling encounter…


Jeremy Tucker : Goth crosses over to D’Andre and drags him up by his hair… Goth tries to go for a suplex!… D’Andre hooks a leg to block the attempt to lift him… Goth winces in pain… Going through the plank earlier has taken its toll… D’Andre grabs Goth by the wrists, twists and adjusts and lifts Goth into the vertical instead... JEDI MIND TRICK!!!!! (Cross-Arm Brainbuster)


… And covers


… … …1


… … …2


… … …KICK OUT!!!!


Andrew Fulton : D’Andre has nothing left to give… What more does either man need to do to get the win…


Jeremy Tucker : D’Andre and Goth manage to drag themselves up using the ropes on opposite sides of the ring… D’Andre crosses over and throws a huge chop and connects with Goth’s chest… Goth felt it but he’s still on his feet… Goth curses D’Andre in an ancient Pashto dialect… D’Andre wipes some blood from his eyes and goes to hit a second chop, but Goth ducks it and slips in close to D’Andre…. Lightning Belly To Belly Suplex!!!!! This should be the win right here…


… And covers


… … …1


… … …2


… … …KICK OUT!!!!


Andrew Fulton : No way?! …How didn’t that finish this up for the champion?


Jeremy Tucker : Goth gives the referee a terrible look of hatred, but Vampira is outside and holds up the homemade weapon and points at the downed D’Andre and screams something in an ancient Sumerian dialect… Goth drops his focus on the referee and turns on his opponent… Goth grabs D’Andre’s legs… GTR!!!!!!(Goth Torture Rack) (Psychotic Goth starts with a Boston Crab but he intertwines both legs with opponents before bending backwards extending his full height locking his arms with his opponents.)


Andrew Fulton : D’Andre should give it up, but he’s still trying to power his way out?!!


Jeremy Tucker : Goth is adapting his move by clamping his hands under D’Andre’s chin, he’s rocking back and forth yanking D’Andre’s head painfully… Mercifully D’Andre is finally tapping and the referee is calling for the bell and Goth collapses and lets go of the hold…


Frank Salazar : Winner by Submission, And still your SWAT World Heavyweight Champion PSYCHOTIC GOTH!!!!!!


Andrew Fulton : Well it was brutal and definitive… Goth is the champ and another great show draws to a close…. Goth is back on his feet giving D’Andre a strange look…


Jeremy Tucker : Of respect maybe?


Andrew Fulton : No doubt. D’Andre took it to the champ and Goth respects a good fight, he and Vampira went to the limit today, Goth has said he will do anything to keep his belt and today was just the beginning.

[Goth raises the hand of Devon D’Andre and acknowledges a great fight and Devon glares at him then leaves the ring as Goth celebrates and the crown swing back to Goth and erupt in a Goth chant.]

Jeremy Tucker : That’s all we’ve got time for folks… Don’t forget to tune in next week as we get to grips with the fallout of this huge event… We’ve been SWAT, we’ve been LIVE from the Pais Arena, Jerusalem… so long everybody.