Battleground #38 : Full Circle (Show)

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|WAR WITHIN|

Backstage. Staff members buzz back and forth. Security, press, anyone and everyone moving about. At the end of a corridor curtains hang, a duck taped x across them. Travel cases line both of the walls, Devon sitting on top of one near the end, waiting. He takes a hit from the vape. Pausing for a moment as he puts it back into the inside pocket of his leather jacket before exhaling. "I don't think I'll ever get rid of this feeling."

He peers through a small gap in the curtains, looking out towards ringside. "Almost two fucking decades doing this and I still get nervous before I walk thru. Think it has something to do with the fact that no matter where you go, you're always the new guy. Like I said, been at this shit for almost two fucking decades, yet the minute I stepped in this place, it was like I had never wrestled a day in my life and I just popped in off the fucking street. I've wrestled longer than most of y'all have been alive and I've done it in more places than most of y'all will ever be."

He shakes his head. "You know, I'm still not convinced I made the right choice. Maybe Wil was right, maybe doin this solo was a bad idea."

"No..." a familiar voice speaks up as a figure passes the camera and sits down next to Devon. "You're like a fucking specter. Do you just appear out of thin air?"

"No. I came looking for you actually. I meant to talk to you earlier, but you were strangely hard to find. Odd for you."

"Yea... kinda wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, sorry. What do you want?"

"For you to not be so god damn defensive, for one."

"Yea well, force of habit with you. Shit seems to go sideways from time to time."

"And will you let that go? Ever."

"Probably not."

She shakes her head as she reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his vape. Taking a hit she looks at it and just shakes her head, exhaling the vapor thru her nose. "You know this shit could kill you, right?"

"Yea and so could landing on my head, but I still dive at lest 3 times a match."

She raises an eyebrow at his statement as an awkward silence fills the air. He takes the vape back and takes a hit for himself before Willa finally breaks the silence. "Were you serious?"

"About what?" He asks, putting the vape back into his jacket."

"Leaving again."

"Eh..." he shrugs his shoulders. "Thought did cross my mind, but probably not completely. It fucked sucked though, don't get me wrong. Come so close. So... FUCKING close. The beginning of that match... I hadn't felt that since I was in Tokyo. That buzz, that energy."

"So. Run with that."

"Huh?"

"Chase that. Get that moment back. You had a title match in your 4th match in this company. You REALLY think you won't get back up there?" She hops up off the case and slowly steps away. "It's not the end, Dev. You know that. Deep down you know that. Look, I know you'd rather her be here than I, but that's not a choice anymore. We may have fucking hated each other, but I know deep down, she wanted you to be there with her. That's why she hated it so much when you walked away. And here you are thinking of doing it all over again."

"It's not..." Devon just stares at her as she disappears into the backstage crowd. "...that simple. Fuck. Maybe she's right." He turns back to the curtain and toward ringside. "Maybe it's just a bump in the road. Maybe it's a good thing I got Donzig tonight. Maybe I need someone to light my fire and what better way than a walking war. I hope you're ready, Donzig."

He hops up off the case and looks to the camera as he fixes his jacket.

"I am."

|FIN|

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Up next we have Devon D'Andre looking to bounce back after a razor thin loss to the champion Psychotic Goth.

Andrew Fulton: Whether it was razor thin or a blowout, he still lost.

Frank Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!!! Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, PA..... standing at 6' tall and weighing in at 215 lbs....... DONZIG!!!!

<The light go down, and then come up an angry red. Flames explode from the eithr side of the ramp, jets and bursts of flame erupting into the air. Donzig walks from the back, wearing his skull mask with his hood up. He pauses, glaring out across the crowd before he shakes his head before walking down the ramp slowly. He circles around the ring, still watching the crowd before pausing to watch the announce team before he climbs the stairs. He stops at the ropes, reaching up to shove his hood back before stepping through the ropes. Then he takes off the mask, and shakes his head at the fans with a scowl before he leans back in his corner. Arms resting on the ropes while waiting for the match to start.>

Jeremy Tucker: D'Andre takes on newcomer, Donzig looking to make a big impression.

Andrew Fulton: My favorite song of his is "Mother."

Jeremy Tucker: Donzig, with an o.

Andrew Fulton: Clever. And I'm being sarcastic.

<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 ##

Frank Salazar: And his opponent....... Hailing from Chicago, Illinois. Standing six feet, three inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and sixteen pounds. DEVON... D'ANNNNDDDRRREEEE!!"

<The crowd rise to a modsest 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 center 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 for corner and sits on the bottom turnbuckle, waiting.>

::DingDing::

Jeremy Tucker: And they lock up, Devon D'Andre gets the upper hand and hits him with a ddt.

Andrew Fulton: Overpowered him with that one pound weight advantage.

[D'Andre sends Donzig to the ropes and goes for a superkick, but Donzig holds on. With D'Andre off balance Donzig runs off the ropes and hits a Lou Thesz Press.]

Jeremy Tucker: Donzig has D'Andre mounted right now and is dropping those powerful right hands on him.

Andrew Fulton: Donzig says we all must witness the void. What does he think this is, some sort of sci-fi movie?

[Donzig gets back up and attempts to drop an elbow, but D'Andre moves and rolls out of the ring to regroup. Outside, he grabs Donzig by his legs and pulls him out too. He then re-enters the ring.]

Jeremy Tucker: Tope suicida to the outside, but Donzig counters him!! He raised his knee and caught D'Andre directly in the chin!! D'Andre is out cold!! This one is over!! He rolls him back into the ring now. This is more or less a formality.

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KICKOUT!!!!!

Andrew Fulton: I guess he wasn't unconscious after all.

Jeremy Tucker: Well he looked out!!

[Donzig sends D'Andre to the ropes and lifts him up for a spinebuster, but D'Andre reverses mid-air into a tornado ddt.]

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KICKOUT!!!

Andrew Fulton: Oh so close. We all know what happened last show when D'Andre came "close" to winning. He lost.

Jeremy Tucker: Devon D'Andre grabs a double underhook and lifts him into a backbreaker. He holds on to one of his hooks, regains the other one and releases a powerbomb!!!!

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KICKOUT!!!!

Andrew Fulton: Donzig and his hand of doom are not looking so hot right now.

<Devon D'Andre goes to send him to the ropes but Donzig holds on He reverses then hits D'Andre with a short arm clothesline.>

Jeremy Tucker: Don't count Donzig out yet!!

Andrew Fulton: I wonder if this is what he meant by the purification of SWAT. I figured maybe he just thought our tap water had too much lead.

<Donzig double underhooks both D'Andres arms and drops him with a ddt.>

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FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: I say it all the time. Always be aware of where you are in the ring

Andrew Fulton: I never heard you say that.

Jeremy Tucker: If he dragged him to the center of the ring before pinning him, this match might be over.

<Donzig picks D'Andre back up and drops him with a ddt.>

Andrew Fulton: Both these guys really like ddt's. Remember back in the day when every match, without fail, included at least one European Uppercut?

Jeremy Tucker: Donzig goes for a snap suplex, but D'Andre blocks it with his leg. He tries again, but D'Andre holds his ground. One more time and no...... D'Andre with the small package!!!

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REVERESED!!!

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KICKOUT!!!

Andrew Fulton: Both wrestlers showing they have incredibly small packages.

Jeremy Tucker: They are both to their feet and exchanging right hands in the center of the ring!! Who will win? Donzig rakes the eyes, kick to the gut and swings him into a neckbreaker.

<Donzig goes right to a single leg boston crab, but D'Andre gets to the ropes almost immediately. Donzg refuses to let go and the ref starts to admonish him forcing the release. They continue to argue as D'Andre gets to his feet clutching at his back. He swings Donzig around and connects with a falcon arrow.>

Andrew Fulton: Donzig says D'Andre is the first to stand in the presence of the Scourge. Donzig, on the other hand, isn't standing at all right now.

Jeremy Tucker: Have to admire a guy like D'Andre bouncing back to wrestling after a career threatening injury.

Andrew Fulton: Donzig is "returning to wrestling" as well. I'm sensing a pattern here. Almost the entire roster is "making a comeback." Where are all the newcomers? Better yet, where are all the veterans that aren't quitters?

Jeremy Tucker: Devon D'Andre never quit.

Andrew Fulton: Sand in his vagina is not an injury. It is still quitting, though. His body quit on him.

<Devon D'Andre lifts Donzig up now into a fireman's carry and drops with a neckbreaker.>

Jeremy Tucker: Not true, the spark had died, and now it is being reignited here at SWAT! D'Andre showing Donzig he has a neckbreaker of his own!! He gets in around Donzig's waist now and lifts him up for a northern lights suplex!! No! Donzig flips over and lands on his feet. Runs off the rope and......

Andrew Fulton: SWEET CHIN MUSIC by D'Andre!! If this was early mid nineties new generation era, this match would be all over!!

Jeremy Tucker: As Donzig slowly gets to his feet, D'Andre steps on his knee and hits a shining enzuguiri!!!

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KICKOUT!!!!

<D'Andre runs at Donzig with a bicycle kick, but Donzig steps out of the way. As D'Andre tries to get his footing back, Donzig hits him with a tomakaze.

Andrew Fulton: Donzig calls that the 25 : 17. Hell if I know what that means. Kids and their weird pop culture references these days. 25 hours a day, 17 days a week?

Jeremy Tucker: Donzig goes for the cover, but he lifts D'Andre back off the mat before the ref started the count. He's just laughing now.

Andrew Fulton: He's probably just laughing at the truth behind this festering house of lies. His words, not mine.

<Donzig runs to the ropes and jumps to the middle one. He leaps off backward with a moonsalt, but D'Andre lifts both knees and Donzigs crashes into them stomach first.>

Jeremy Tucker: He had the chance to put him away, but he didn't go for the pin. Now he has taken one too many chances and it costed him.

Andrew Fulton: D'Andre sends Donzig into the corner and just lands a series of elbows and chops!! He is really making him pay!!

Jeremy Tucker: That is D'Andre's Blade Barrage.

<As Donzigs stumbles out of the corner, he starts to face plant but D'Andre doesn't let him go down. He crosses both of Donzig's arms and delivers a brainbuster.>

Andrew Fulton: The pin!!!

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KICKOUT!!!

Jeremy Tucker: He calls that the Jedi Mind Trick!

Andrew Fulton: You will go buy me a hot dog.

Jeremy Tucker: I'm a Toydarian. Mind tricks don'ta work ona me. Only money. No money, no parts, no deal!

<Donzig attempts to roll to the outside, but D'Andre grabs him by his legs and slingshoots him throat first into the bottom rope. He turns Donzig over on his stomach and drops knee onto the back of his head. He goes for the pin.>

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KICKOUT!!!

Andrew Fulton: Donzig said Cleveland would witness the first sacrifice to the void. Little did he know, that HE was the sacrifice!!

Jeremy Tucker: Did Donzig shit in your cereal? This has been an amazing back and forth match. Both competitors giving it their all. It could go either way at this point.

Andrew Fulton: I guess I'm just disappointed because I was hoping to see Danzig in concert. Or at least a Q&A with Don Johnson.

<Donzig slowly gets to his feet and Devon D'Andre patiently waits for him. As he reaches his feet, he looks Devon directly in the eyes and mouths "are they not entertained?" D'Andre responds by going for a fisherman's suplex but sits out with it and drops Donzig on his head.>

Jeremy Tucker: Pure Gold II!!!

Andrew Fulton: I'd hate to see what the first Pure Gold was.

Jeremy Tucker: This has got to be it!!!

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3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S IT!! IT'S ALL OVER!!!

Frank Salazar: Here is your winner by pinfall....................... DEVON D'ANDRE!!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton: I tip hat to you, good sir.

Jeremy Tucker: What a victory by Devon D'Andre and what an impression Donzig made on the SWAT universe. Both of these guys have HUGE futures here at SWAT!

Andrew Fulton: Right about now, Donzig is listening to the song of Oblivion and oh what a funky tune it is playing.

[sc4r]

"Lights" continues to play overhead as Devon stands there with his hand raised in victory. He staggers over to the ropes as the ref kneels down to check on Donzig. Devon goes over to the corner and motions for a microphone.

Jeremy Tucker: Words from Devon coming up. I wonder what he has to say?

Andrew Fulton: Probably nothing good.

Devon continues to hold his hand across his stomach as he struggles to stand, using the ropes for leverage at first before getting his balance. Stumbling over, he leans down and over Donzing, who has now began to roll out of the ring.

Devon: Thank you.

Jeremy Tucker: Did he just.. thank Donzig?

Andrew Fulton: Twilight Zone?

Devon: Thank you for giving me a war. A war that I wanted. A war that I needed.

He leans aginst the ropes, his foot resting on the bottom one. Arms hung over the top rope, he stops to catch his breath.

Devon: Earlier I said that after losing to Psycho, I wasn't sure if this was a good idea. That maybe I made the wrong choice to come back after the lay off and after the injury. Started well and didn't have a second thought, but then Goth made me tap and all of a sudden I was lost again. Wavering back and forth, do I stay, do I go. Then I was put into this match, which, by the way, you hit like a fucking truck.

Jeremy Tucker: I guess some of those hands of doom did connect.

Devon: And I thank you for that because I need it. I needed that. Just like I needed to lose. Sometimes you get a little to high on yourself, you get a little bit up in the clouds and you forget where the ground is and what it was like. Goth did that for me. Goth made me remember where the ground was and for that... I. THANK. YOU.

Jeremy Tucker: And now he's thanking Goth?

Andrew Fulton: Yep. Twilight Zone.

Devon: Thank you for giving me a reason to stay, even if I didn't see it at first. Thank you for giving me a fight. But now... now I want the WAR. That belt you got, that precious thing you carry like a trinket? I want it. And I'm gonna get it. Now.. don't get all pissy right away, I'm not asking for another shot. I don't work that way, I'll earn mine. But I just want you to know what's coming. I want you to be ready, I don't want you to say you underestimated me or you were blindsided or some dumb shit.

The crowd begins to pick up, realizing exactly what Devon's saying.

Devon: Keep her warm, for me, Goth. She'll be home soon enough.

He drops the mic, "Lights" plays again as Devon slides under to the floor and makes his way to the back.

[eddied]

(Cave by Muse blares over the PA system and Eddie D rides out to the ring on his motorbike with a black and white montage video playing on the screens of him weight training and hitting his favorite moves on people, flashing up in negative to the beat of the music.
He parks his bike at ringside and threatens a fan trying to touch his bike, and slowly walks to the ring steps to speak to the crowd from the ring. Eddie raises his hands to accept the praise he feels he is due, but the crowd erupt in a chorus of boos and jeers.)

EDDIE: Ladies… Oh the Ladies …and the rotten stinking rest of you… thank you for coming here to see me tonight. I am worth every penny of the admission fee that you paid, and I hope to repay that outlay by winning for you tonight in my own signature way. I am THE Big Deal around here and I am here to prove it once and for all.

If you’ve been living under a rock for a few months, I’ll let you know what’s what. I am Eddie D, The SWAT Rumble winner. KGB enforcer and headache for the office. I have been denied my title shot for too long and Jonnie Valentine is going to answer for his crimes against tradition and contractual obligations – keeping the Rumble winner from his rightful world title shot. I have been a victim of an online campaign to smear my name and label me a woman hater. Any of my perceived vulnerabilities regarding women that people think may be exploited… Well you’re wrong. You’re damned wrong. Facing the legend that is Paul Souter and that oxygen thief Valentine tonight will be a blessed relief. Fighting the toughest SOBs in wrestling at the XHF Rumble in a few days will be a pleasure compared to the last few weeks of cancel culture bull crap. That stuff with Blaze and the rest is all personal stuff that I can make a crowbar mental separation from. Everything in the ring is strictly business and deadly serious. I know that I can best anyone. I will switch to my brutal best in this ring tonight and show you the cold hard-edged side of me and crack some heads. And enjoy every moment of the Anarchy that unfolds.

I know you’re here to see the KGB establish its dominance even further tonight, but being as I am representing this Federation I think I need to address the combatants I’m up against in the X-Crown XHF Rumble. The X-Crown champion doesn’t stand for soap operas, he stands for brilliance and the love of the confrontation and challenge. So, I will drop the Mr nice guy act of the last month and throw down some unpalatable truths to rustle some feathers.
I scared the living day lights out of Dylan Black when I almost took his crown at Caged Madness last year. Some of you might not have been fans long enough to remember back to when Dylan Black was a title threat. El Combatiente starts to listen to this guy and suddenly he disappears. With friends like this guy who needs enemas. Mayhem is about to meet Anarchy personified and it’s not going to be polished or pretty… unless you find beauty in spilling blood and dishing out pain like I do. He’s not the Messiah of Mayhem, he’s a very naughty boy.

But less about the old champ, let’s talk about the current excuse for a champion. Adrian Cochrane! I’ll call you out for the sickly-sweet motherfucker you are. You fan-loving pretty boys make me puke. You felt the need to tell an ex-champion, who will be fighting in the rumble against you in the shape of the Misnomer of Mayhem Dylan Black, that you’ll “continue to bring honor and prestige to this title like you (Dylan) did for as long as I hold it.”… Why don’t you just get married and have done with it? Show some balls and tell him the title is yours now and fuck his reign and fuck him if he wants it back. Throwing out “respectful” tones towards ex-champs like Steve Awesome? Curtis Kanyon. Anthony Caffrey?? Subject #42…. Misha Constantine. Keith Williams??! Spike Kane. Lord Dominicus…. Show some backbone and have the decency to hate people. Don’t pretend this sport is anything other than hurting people until they can’t get up any more or until they tap in absolute abject agony. When the rumble starts, they won’t be carrying their belt into that ring… and their lineage and by-gone glories certainly won’t save them from my boot or my fist. Once the ring is dismantled and I’m on my way to the victory party, you’ll just be another bare bum in the showers, nursing your cuts and bruises like the rest of them. I have stood toe to the toe with the true Dropkick King, Jonnie “The Fly in the Ointment” Valentine, so Cochrane’s Fosbury Flop of a kick holds no fear for me. Cochrane’s lack of loyalty to one Fed or another in his past is not “nomadic” as he romantically calls it… it’s gutless and indecisive. If you want to show people respect tell them the truth. That to be the champ you need to be a cold heartless determined self-serving bastard and need to prove that you want the gold more than the next guy. Unless you can convince me of that fact, then you’re disrespecting me and the title you hold. You’re going to lose that title to me, a real man, who is more than happy to share that heartless hard truth with anyone, that to be the champ you need to bring the hate.

Jonnie Valentine! Dylan Black!! Adrian Cochrane!!! SWAT!!!! WOMEN!!!!!

BRING… IT… ON!!!



(Cave by Muse blares over the PA system and Eddie D spits on the floor and throws his mic. in the general direction of the commentary table and takes his time leaving the ring and soaking in the waves of boos that come his way. The scene ends abruptly as he gets back to his motorbike and the show goes into a commercial break.)

[SWAT Team]

Frank Salazar: The following contest is a handicap match scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challengers...Pequeno Dinosaurio and Union Jack!

BOOM BOOM ACKA-LACKA LACKA BOOM!
BOOM BOOM ACKA-LACKA LACKA BOOM BOOM!!

’Walk the Dinosaur’ by Was (not was) starts to play, fans, especially the younger ones, begin clapping along to the silly, but infectious beat of the song.

Practically slithering through the curtain, Pequeño Dinosaurio is welcomed to a modest cheer for the brightly coloured rookie técnico!

Dark green scaled boots lead to a slight fade to light green as his tights approach his waist. His scaled costume complete with cape giving him the look of a pterodactyl!

Making his way to the ring, he shows his love for the fans as he goes, stopping especially to interact with the children of the crowd.

Reaching the ring, Pequeño Dinosaurio leaps from the floor to the ring apron before bounding over the top rope to enter the ring.

Going to all four corners, the brightly coloured rookie poses with his arms outstretched, his ‘wings’ ready for the hunt ahead.

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno Dinosaurio looking to get some payback tonight against the cowardly attack by Gabriel Tuck.

Andrew Fulton: An attack that could have been avoided had he not meddled in another man’s koolaid!

Jeremy Tucker: I still stand by my words in that she came onto him.

Andrew Fulton: And what? Gabriel was gonna hit her in the leg? It just doesn’t work like that!

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 its 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.

"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 geer 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.

Jeremy Tucker: Union Jack is certainly a colorful character.

Andrew Fulton: One that’s gonna get himself killed in the ring after what he did to Gabriel Tuck earlier tonight.

Jeremy Tucker: He was helping Pequeno get some payback for the pipe attack!

Andrew Fulton: When you go for revenge, dig two graves.

Jeremy Tucker: Isn’t Gabriel also gonna dig two graves then?

Andrew Fulton: Yep. One for Dino guy and one for that Brit!

Jeremy Tucker: I don’t think that’s how the saying goes.

Andrew Fulton: But that’s how it’s gonna happen!

Frank Salazar: And their opponents, from the KGB...Gabriel Tuck, Hehehe, and Hahaha!

“Circus Apocalypse” by Vermillion Lies begins playing as Armand von Krauss walks out from the back, trailing smoke behind him as he has his ever present Egyptian cigarette in his mouth. He regards the booing crowd with a cruel smile before Gabriel Tuck, Hehehe, and Hahaha walk out from the back. The four of them head down to the ring with Armand taking up a managerial spot at ringside with the other three heading into the ring.

Union Jack: What’s the capital of Thailand, Gabby?

Jeremy Tucker: Gabriel nearly launches himself at Union Jack but is held back by Hehehe and Hahaha. Union Jack hops into the ring to signify that he’s starting the match, laughing at the enraged Gabriel.

Andrew Fulton: If Jack’s intent was to light a fire under Gabriel’s ass, then he did it well.

Jeremy Tucker: Yeah, angry Gabriel might make a mistake. Looks like Gabriel Tuck is going to start out for his team. He rushes across the ring to hit a haymaker, but Union Jack ducks under the blow. He springs back up with a lariat to bring Gabriel down to the mat.

Andrew Fulton: Incidentally, did you know that Gabriel Tuck was once a World champion of a promotion? I think it was called XCW.

Jeremy Tucker: I think I heard that. He sent the title belt off in a Viking funeral with the corpse of some new hire at RSW that shot himself in the head.

Andrew Fulton: That’s...that’s what I heard too.

Jeremy Tucker: Gabriel Tuck springs back up to his feet, but Union Jack is on him with a Russian Legsweep that puts Gabriel back down to the mat.

Andrew Fulton: Gabriel rolls out of the ring, but is set upon by Lil’ MC, who slaps him with his fake penis and runs off! Gabriel jumps to his feet in a rage and begins chasing Lil’ MC around the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: Gabriel looks like he’s going to get the little guy, but no! Baseball slide drop kick from inside the ring to outside that sends Gabriel right into the ring railing!

Andrew Fulton: Union Jack grabs Gabriel up and rolls him back into the ring and follows. Union Jack grabs at Gabriel, but the KGB thug grabs Jack by the shoulder and buries a fist into his gut.

Jeremy Tucker: Gabriel grabs Jack by both shoulders and hits a thunderous headbutt that sends Jack staggering backwards. Gabriel grabs him and whips him into the clown corner. Hahaha decks Jack in the back of the head after Jack impacts into the corner!

Andrew Fulton: Things are not looking up for Jack right now. He staggers forward from being hit in the back of the head right into a superman punch that levels him!

Jeremy Tucker: That hit to the back of the head looked suspicious. Is Hahaha wearing a pair of brass knuckles?

Andrew Fulton: I think that he is. What of it? It’s a no disqualification match!

Jeremy Tucker: Umm no. It’s a normal match.

Andrew Fulton: Gabriel tags in Hehehe, who steps through the ropes with a sadistic giggle. He picks up Union Jack and hurls him across the ring like a rag doll.

Jeremy Tucker: How big exactly are the twins? They only seem like they’re five foot, but bigger around then they are tall?

Andrew Fulton: I think their bios are talking about yes. They are five foot nothing and over three hundred pounds each. I’m not sure how much of that is muscle versus fat.

Jeremy Tucker: Hehehe drills the rising Jack in the mouth with the brass knuckles, sending out a spray of spittle and blood across the mat. Why isn’t the ref doing anything about this?

Andrew Fulton: Because the match is no disqualification. Frank just didn’t announce it! Or the ref is in Commissioner von Krauss’ pocket. One of the two.

Jeremy Tucker: Armand is not Commissioner!

Andrew Fulton: He proclaimed it not long ago and made it so!

Jeremy Tucker: Hehehe giggles grotesquely as he pulls Jack up by the mask and bites him on the shoulder! Jack lets out a scream of pain and now the ref tries to get the clown off of him. The ref gets Hehehe away, blood streaming from the bite in the shoulder. Hehehe spits a spray of Jack’s own blood into his eyes before leveling him with another blatant shot with the brass knuckles!

Andrew Fulton: The crowd begins to cheer, but it confuses the normally booed at clown. He turns around to catch a moonsault axekick from Dino guy! Dino guy hits a couple of European uppercuts and tries to whip him into the corner, but the heavier clown stands his ground.

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno turns and stomps the inside of Hehehe’s knee to send the clown to his knees. Pequeno grabs Hehehe by the side of the head and draws back his other fist when Hahaha catches his arm! Oh no! Hahaha also has a pair of brass knuckles that he uses to beatdown Pequeno to the mat. Why isn’t the ref doing anything?

Andrew Fulton: The ref looks to Armand von Krauss, who gives him a thumbs up. The ref really is in Armand’s pocket! That was some forward thinking!

Jeremy Tucker: Armand just lights himself an Egyptian cigarette while watching Pequeno and Jack getting beat down by the twins in the middle of the ring. The ref is doing nothing about this, because he’s a follower of the KGB. Is there nothing that can be done?

Andrew Fulton: Never fuck with another man’s woman. Lesson learned.

Jeremy Tucker: I don’t think this is the lesson we’re learning right now.

Andrew Fulton: Lil’ MC jumps up onto the ring apron and tries to get the attention of the twins so that Dino guy and Jack can try to recover, but no! Gabriel Tuck grabs the little guy and throws him into the ring steps to demolish them!

Jeremy Tucker: Union Jack and Pequeno Dinosaurio are on the mat, laying in pools of their own blood. How can this not end badly?

Andrew Fulton: Looks like Hahaha is rolling Dino guy out of the ring and then going back to his own corner so that’s under control at least.

Jeremy Tucker: Not that the ref was going to do anything about anything.

Andrew Fulton: Hehehe grabs Jack by the mask and drags him across the ring, leaving a bloody trail. He tags in Hahaha, who steps into the ring with an obscene chortle. The twins each grab an arm of Jack, lifting him up, and slamming him back first into the corner. Hehehe exits the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: Hahaha gets Jack up into a press slam position, drops him, and kicks him straight in the gut as he falls!

Andrew Fulton: Jack gets up to his hands and knees, trying to get back into this fight. Blood trickles like rain from his face to the mat. Hahaha sort of waddles quickly to the ropes to build up some speed and goes for a falling headbutt on the rebound, but Jack rolls out of the way!

Jeremy Tucker: Hahaha starts to get back up, getting to his hands and knees, but Union Jack is standing up! He punk kicks the clown in the face, sending a blood and snot covered rubber nose flying! That thing looks like it must have been glued down, Fulton. You see his nose?

Andrew Fulton: It landed on our table. Yes, I see it.

Jeremy Tucker: Oh god.

Andrew Fulton: Union Jack takes a few steps toward his corner where Dino guy has also recovered somewhat from his beating and is stretching out to try to get a tag in, but Union Jack flops onto his face! Hahaha stands up and giggles wetly before tagging in Gabriel Tuck, who slowly walks across the ring. He’s stalking Jack!

Jeremy Tucker: Union Jack drags himself inch by inch to try to get to Pequeno to make the tag, but Gabriel grabs him by the ankle. Jack rolls around and stomps Gabriel in the face just as hard as he can, sending the thug backwards onto his back with blood spraying in a high arc from his crunched nose. Jack rolls back over, gets to his hands and knees as Gabriel slowly gets up. Jack lunges and MAKES THE TAG!

Andrew Fulton: Dino guy leaps over the ropes, nailing Gabriel with a drop kick with thunderous applause from the crowd. He pulls Gabriel up and plants him in the middle of the ring with a DDT!

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno goes for the cover as it looks like Gabriel is out. The ref is slow to get into position. Wait, did he just put Gabriel’s foot onto the ropes? He taps Pequeno on the shoulder and informs him of the foot being on the ropes. Pequeno doesn’t know that the ref did it and stands up.

Andrew Fulton: Dino guy drags Gabriel to the center of the ring and goes to the top rope. It doesn’t look like Gabriel is going to go anywhere so he has all the time in the world. Dino guy stretches out his arms to the heavens, soaking in all of the cheers from the crowd before leaping into the air for the Five Star Pterodactyl Splash! He hits it and goes for the cover!

Jeremy Tucker: The ref gets into position, but Hehehe rushes over and breaks up the pinfall! Union Jack, who was laying on the ring apron, falls off the ring! Lil’ MC jumps up onto the apron and yells that Jack is under the ring being attacked by the KGB! Those cowards!

Andrew Fulton: The ref looks to Armand, who just shrugs. The ref steps out of the ring and looks under the ring, but is grabbed and yanked underneath? What underhanded nonsense is this? Union Jack rolls out from underneath the ring and gets back up to the ring apron, but where’s the ref?

Jeremy Tucker: I have no idea. Wait, there’s the ref now.

Andrew Fulton: Wait just a second. Unless there was a sudden dye job done under the ring, the ref went in brown haired and came out blonde as can be!

Jeremy Tucker: I think I know who that is. Armand should too. See the bruises on his face? He was a guest onboard Armand’s flying airship just recently. Look! Armand recognizes him!

Armand von Krauss: Marcus Anderson...you died. DU BIST GESTORBEN!

Andrew Fulton: Armand looks ready to get into the ring, but wait. What’s that coming down the aisle? Is that really him?

Jeremy Tucker: It’s the Tarrasque! He comes charging down the aisle and hits Armand with a massive spear! Hehehe and Hahaha jump down to the floor and start brawling with the beast. Tarrasque is holding his own against them both!

Andrew Fulton: Gabriel makes his way to his feet, but is laid down low by a roundhouse kick from Dino guy.

Jeremy Tucker: Pequeno Dinosaurio climbs to the top rope again, spreads his arms wide before he leaps into the air. He gets some impressive hang time before he slams into Gabriel with the Five Star Pterodactyl Splash again! He goes for the cover!

Andrew Fulton: Marcus gets into position. Not like this! One! Two! Three!

Jeremy Tucker: Armand signals the retreat, the twins following him. Are they leaving Gabriel Tuck in the middle of the ring? Yep, they are. Tarrasque steps into the ring with Union Jack, Pequeno Dinosaurio, and Marcus Anderson stand tall around the unconscious Gabriel Tuck.

Andrew Fulton: This was a robbery.

Jeremy Tucker: A robbery that was stopped by Marcus! Armand had done the robbery.

Andrew Fulton: No, he was just following the lines of power.

Jeremy Tucker: Lines of power. He was abusing his stolen power.

Andrew Fulton: As he should.

Jeremy Tucker: Whatever. People are coming down to check on Gabriel to get him woken so we can get onto the next match.

Andrew Fulton: This is bullshit.

[Tetsuo Kijada]

Andrew Fulton: This is turning into being a great show tonight. The card is packed from top to bottom plus the matches we’ve seen so far have been awesome.

Jeremy Tucker: This is true but I’m looking forward to the next match on the show. We have got HNDRXX versus the undefeated Hawaiian luchador Kaupena Yoon.

Andrew Fulton: This US Veteran is taking SWAT by storm and this is sure to be a high flying spectacular.

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

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

The camera cuts to back stage where Kaupena is stood looking directly into the camera. He is holding a SWAT microphone. His black and gold mask glints in the light.

Kaupena Yoon: So tonight the Night Marcher has been put against someone that goes by the moniker of HNDRXX? Okay first off can I buy a freaking vowel my friend? What is with that name? Did your parents not like you at birth my little chica?

He walks around as the camera follows his around for his little rant.

Kaupena Yoon: Let me tell you something HNDRXX, you think that because you have been in this promotion longer than me that it is your God given right to be the winner against the sensation Kaupena Yoon?

Kaupena’s mask made him look like he is an extra from the Mortal Kombat franchise.

Kaupena Yoon: The Night Marcher’s not scared of you HNDRXX. I know you’ve got a phobia of Scrabble so this game is going to be over once I get the 1…………….2………………….3!

He throws the microphone down and walks out. The camera flips back to ring side.

Andrew Fulton: He doesn’t have a lot to say does he?

Jeremy Tucker: He does his talking in the squared circle. He will fly around the ring and take it to the ant—Scrabble superstar.

Andrew Fulton: Funny, I see what you did there.

[SinclairGodfrey]

Katie Moss is walking down a hallway in the depths of the former Gund Arena, and finally pauses before a battered looking door. She lifts her hand to knock on it, then it swings open to allow Sinclair Godfrey to step into the hall. She shoulders her aside, and pulls the door shut before her lips draw back in a smirk before a brow arches as her arms fold across her chest. Katie blinks, and then lifts her mic. 'Ah, we were hoping to get a word with Donzig following his lo--'

'Match.' snapped Godfrey with a slight shake of her head.

Moss blinked, but forced a pretty smile. 'Ah, yes. Well, he failed to defeat D'Andre and we--'

Sinclair's smirk faded into a frown, and she stepped closer to stare with annoyance at Moss. Her eyes narrowed, and she grabbed the mic from her hands before she gestured a hand at the door. 'We are the servants of the Empty Dark, we are the prophets of the Endless Hunger! We are the Children of the Void! And you presume to understand the Great Work? You, mortals dare to think you can even understand a minute of what Donzig thinks?'

Moss blinked, and shook her head rapidly as Sinclair glared at her. Her tongue flicked across her lips, and she shrugged before glancing at the door. A finger jabbed at Moss, and she continued. 'Donzig promised that through pain and suffering, people would be reborn to serve in his future! And Devon D'Andre has been through a war has he not? Has he not felt pain at the hands of the Scourge? Has that pain not purged the weakness from him? Did that look like the same Devon D'Andre that left Jerusalem after being beaten down by the SWAT World Champion? Did it?'

Moss quickly shook her head, and Sinclair tossed her hair with a smirk. She bit back a laugh, and then smoothed her long black coat before she continued to berate Moss with her own mic. 'Donzig delivered what he promised! And this is how SWAT thanks him for putting the fight back in the heart of a contender? Insulting questions from some--' her hand gestured vaguely with a wave of her fingers. '--mortal woman? How insulting! You should be on your knees thanking Donzig for blessing Gund Arena with his presence! Let alone that match!'

Moss blinked, and tried to stammer a reply before Sinclair laid a shushing finger across her lips. Her eyes met the interviewer, lips drawn back in a faint grin. 'The Herald of Oblivion has no desire to punish your insolence, Miss Moss. But there is someone in this arena who has offended him, someone who has mocked the Scourge. And the truth is? The void still needs a sacrifice.'

Sinclair shoved the mic into Katie's chest, and leaned closer with a smirk. 'Tell Fulton. Tell him.' 

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: This night has been something else hasn’t it?

Andrew Fulton: That it has but we still have more to come.

Jeremy Tucker: That we do but up next we have Kaupena Yoon taking on HNDRXX.

Frank Salazar: This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from O’ahu, Hawaii and weighing in at 180lbs he is Kaupena Yoon!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jeremy Tucker: What an entrance!

Andrew Fulton: (stubbing out a cigarette) That it was, I could have had half a pack. Yoon is looking to win the match here tonight but then again so is HNDRXX.

Frank Salazar: And his opponent, hailing from Flatbush New York, and weighing in at 180lbs he 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.]

"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.]

[The bell sounds, as HNDRXX and Kaupena lock up in the middle of the ring. They try to overpower the other, when finally HNDRXX gets the upper hand and grabs him and hits a German suplex sending Kaupena to the mat and goes for the pin…]

1…

[Kaupena kicks out and grabs HNDRXX and hits him with a headbutt sending him to the mat. Kaupena gets to his feet, and goes to the top. He comes off of the top and hits a moonsault right onto HNDRXX. But as he goes for the pin, HNDRXX manages to toss him off, and rolls to his feet. ]

Andrew Fulton: Neither one of these men are giving up that easy!

Jeremy Tucker: No they are not.

[HNDRXX grabs Kaupena and locks in a figure four leg lock. He tries to get out of the hold, but HNDRXX has the submission locked in tightly. The ref asks if he wants to quit but Kaupena screams no and tries to get to the ropes. The ref starts to count…]

1…

2…

3…

4…

5!

[HNDRXX lets go and goes for the pin..]

1..

2…

[Kaupena kicks out as HNDRXX gets to his feet and tries to stomp down on Kaupena only to have him get to his knees and drags HNDRXX to the mat. Kaupena goes to the top and comes off hitting a senton bomb right onto HNDRXX as the crowd cheers loudly.]

Jeremy Tucker: What a move!

Andrew Fulton: I don’t think HNDRXX is moving after that one. I felt that from here!

[Kaupena goes for the pin…]

1….

2....

[HNDRXX kicks out and wraps a hand around Kaupena’s neck and starts to squeeze. The ref gets on HNDRXX for the move, and starts to count…]

1…

2…

3…

4…

5…

[HNDRXX lets go as Kaupena falls back to the mat. HNDRXX tries for the pin….][

1…

2….

[Kaupena kicks out and kips up. As HNDRXX gets to one knee, as Kaupena hits HNDRXX with a shinning wizard sending him to the mat and Kaupena goes to the top coming off only to hit a 450 splash landing right onto HNDRXX and goes for the pin…]

1…

2…

Thre....

[HNDRXX kicks out.]

Andrew Fulton: A close call!

Jeremy Tucker: HNDRXX isn’t giving up that easy is he?

Andrew Fulton: No he is not.

[Kaupena starts to drag him to his feet, only to have HNDRXX grab him and hits Buddha Strangled in Vines as the ref gets down and asks if Kaupena wants to quit but he screams no]

Jeremy Tucker : Yoon escapes the hold and whips HNDRXX to the ropes and delivers a handspring elbow which sends HNDRXX across the ring and the Cleveland crowd pops.

Andrew Fulton : Pumphandle Half Nelson Driver from Yoon. HNDRXX was rocked by that one!
Jeremy Tucker : Yoon in full control now, PACKAGE PILEDRIVER! He goes for the cover

1 ……………

2 ………………..

Th … HNDRXX rolls the shoulder.

Andrew Fulton : HNDRXX looks dazed, he’s gone Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Handstand Head Scissor takedown from Yoon!

Andrew Fulton : Right into a standing shooting star press!

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

Justicia Demoníaco!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Holy Shit!

Jeremy Tucker : Referee checking on HNDRXX and he taps! Kaupena Yoon wins!

Andrew Fulton : Big win that! He is going places here in SWAT!

Jeremy Tucker : HNDRXX is clutching his arm as the ref raises the arm of Kaupena Yoon in victory.

Frank Salazar ; WINNER OF THE MATCH … KAUPENA YOON!!!!!!!

[vastrix]

Armand von Krauss is walking down the hallways, heading to his conference room/office/dressing room. Not far behind him are Gabriel Tuck, Hehehe, and Hahaha. Gabriel is still a bit groggy from where the medical personnel woke him up and sent him on his way. Once they get to the locker room, Armand opens the door and watches as the twins walk into the room. Before Gabriel can walk by, Armand seizes him by the throat and lifts him into the air as casually as someone else picking up a tissue.

Armand von Krauss: I was assured that Marcus and Tarrasque died in the crash, Gabriel. I am very disappointed…

Gabriel Tuck pries at Armand’s hands, but cannot escape the grip of the German in a business suit. He tries to speak, but only a gurgle comes out. Armand sighs and drops Gabriel.

Armand von Krauss: Gabriel. Get changed and go find them. I want them to pay for what they have done!

Gabriel is sitting on the floor, contemplating getting up.

Gabriel Tuck: Can I take Sticky with me at least? To counter Tarrasque.

Armand von Krauss stops lighting an Egyptian cigarette long enough to look at Gabriel with an eyebrow raised. He cracks a grin that runs away from his face just seconds later.

Armand von Krauss: Bring Sticky and your gun. I want Marcus dead and Tarrasque for my own.

Gabriel stands up and dusts himself off.

Gabriel Tuck: The end of the Anderson line is at hand.

Armand watches as Gabriel heads into the conference room/office/dressing room to change into street clothes and talk to Sticky the Clown. Armand blows smoke into the air before grabbing the door handle to go into the room.

Armand von Krauss: This is going to be an interesting night. First, the Tarrasque becomes mine and then we will crush the hopes and dreams of the brutish Hellhounds. This is bound to be a glorious night!

[edwarddubin0604]

(Team Fairtex is walking through the corridor with their wives The Hired Killers and they pass by the buffet table where they stop and go over to get a light snack before their match with The Revenants. Glamourous Glenda goes over to them as they look at the offerings.)

Tong Fairtex: "Hey Glamourous Glenda. What can we do for you."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah let's talk while you ask the questions."

Glamourous Glenda: "I'll decline at the moment."

Phantam Fairtex: "More light snacks for us."

Tong Fairtex: "So what do you want to know."

Glamourous Glenda: "Team Fairtex what do you think of the comments made by The Revenants."

Tong Fairtex: "Oh you mean Double OO Asshole and Sleaze Bag Shithole. Well you think those idiots can pronounce our names right but hey it's cool since these two paper champions couldn't beat anyone of any significance."

Glamourrous Glenda: "Oxford Osland defeated Pequeno Dinosaurio and Keith Williams did defeat Eddie D. for their respective championships."

Phantam Fairtex: "Oh how stupid of us to have forgotten. It must be because of concussion protocols that we had to go through."

Tong Fairtex: "No shit brother. Seriously, yeah Oxford defeated defeated Pequeno Dinosaurio after Gabriel Tuck attacked him before his match with Oxford. Yeah that's a real convincing victory. Then Keith got lucky and defeated an overconfident and big ego Eddie D. Now who have they really defeated lately."

Glamourous Glenda: "'Lucky' Linda La Fey, Soutter and Rayzor among the competitors they defeated."

Tong Fairtex: "Okay so who did they really beat for their titles and defended those championships."

Phantam Fairtex: "She mentioned some of the names."

Tong Fairtex: "Okay so they defeated a former Amazon, the owner of this promotion and a tall washed up Razor Ramon wannabe. Now who did they really beat in defense of their championships. Who did they really beat in their phony title reign."

Glamourous Glenda: "Well....."

Tong Fairtex: "Exactly Glamourous Glenda. They didn't defeat any real competitors with credibility or who were in mostly their prime and were in perfect condition."

Phantam Fairtex: "Or weren't trying to mess with someone else's woman or vice versa....."

Tong Fairtex: "Like you should be talking since you were trying to do the same."

(The Hired Killers snarl and glare at Phantam.)

Phantam Fairtex: "Hey I'm over that."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah after Kim threatened to divorce her in her own way."

Phantam Fairtex: "Hey we would have worked it out."

(Team Fairtex and The Hired Killers find something good and place the food on their plates.)

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah after she painted your face black and blue with a bunch of red. Now getting back to our....ahem opponents
Oxford Ossy Oddball and Sludgy bucket Keith Williams. You love talking tough. You love talking smack and running your mouths. Well let's see if you can beat someone with credibility who wasn't from the AWF or some other insignificant fed that you easily
stole championships from."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah we said it insignificant feds. This is SWAT where everyone earns their victories and not given to you as if you were ordering at some cheap greasy spoon place. Well tonight we're going to serve you two idiots the worst beating in your entire lives. Maybe we'll even come for your nice shiny belts and give them the real respect they deserve."

Glamourous Glenda: "Word has it that you intend to go for those newly created XHF Trios Championships with Psychotic Goth."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah those championships would look real good around our waists and we'll bring them all home to SWAT. Now to those assholes who were calling us out in that tournament. Get ready for your asses to be handed to you just like we're going to hand The Revenants asses to them tonight."

Phantam Fairtex: "If these assholes have a partner and I wouldn't be surprised if they do find a piece of fellow Revenant trash to
help them in their attempted robbery. We'll deal with them just like we deal with all opponents and that's with pain and punishment and we don't mean something they get pleasure from."

Glamourous Glenda: "You seem to have a history in the Gund Arena."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah our father wrestled in Hardkore World and this arena and so did I later on. There was Hardkore Helloween amongst the cards we wrestled in and now Team Fairtex intends to make history in this storied arena. We're going to be the first brother team to compete in this arena and win."

Phantam Fairtex: "Or at least one of many brother teams to compete and win in this arena. Anyway, these two are just going to experience the worst time of their lives when we step into the ring and slap them around. Then maybe we'll decide which one of us wants which championship belt. They both look good around our waists."

Glamourous Glenda: "You know they could be entering in the Anzac Cup."

Tong Fairtex: "Oh that would be great to see two overrated no talent jerks entering in such a prestigious tournament with such great tradition. There's the Society of the New Breed. KGB amongst the great teams including Team Fairtex. Yeah we uphold the tradition of great competitors as well as being fierce competitors."

Phantam Fairtex: "We plan on winning it all no matter who comes into this tournament with fantasy dreams of holding up that prestigious cup thinking their names going to be on it. However, we're looking only at those insignificant Revenants right now and we're going to beat them tonight in this storied arena."

Tong Fairtex: "That's because we're the best their is and personify true excellence and those two pricks are going to see why we are that and then some. This interview is over and now we'regoing to enjoy our snack."

(They leave with The Hired Killers.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Well things will be interesting in this match. Back to you guys."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

[Isabel Rios]

We open on Isabel Rios seated in the locker room, looking lost in thought, a can of High Voltage™ Passionfruit Pandemonium at her feet, in her ring gear, taping up her wrists as Warren W. Webber approaches.

WWW: “Isabel, can I have-”

Rios: “Yes, you can have a word Warren. You want to talk about tonight’s match? Amazons title on the line? Biggest opportunity of my career? Biggest match of my life?”

WWW: “Oh, uh… well when you put it that way… I was going to ask about your loss to Joanne Canelli first though…”

Isabel sighs, rolling her eyes as she stands and nods.

Rios: “Okay, let’s get this out of the way real quick. Yes, I lost to Joanne Canelli. Yes, it sucks. No, I am not happy with my performance. No, I don’t think it’ll carry over to tonight’s match. Why? Because everyone loses sometime, Warren. This ain’t a video game that you can just cruise through on beginner difficulty and hit reset when you’re close to losing, get another try. I lost. I hate it and it drives me nuts that I did, but I lost. So be it. I’ve lost one match on the network since I showed up. And what did I do right after that loss? I went to NPW, got in a steel cage and took Commandrix apart. We had a violent brawl and I sweated, I bled and I fought my ass off and I walked out of that cage, hand raised and face crimson. Momentum regained.”

Warren blinks a moment before nodding.

WWW: “Okay, well, thank you for covering all of that. Now for tonight’s match, you and Nicole Anderson… are you worried at all going in?”

Isabel shakes her head.

Rios: “Of course not. Now don’t take that as me taking Nicole lightly; she’s got the stuff, alright? I’m not walking up to the plate and just calling my shot here, I’m not guaranteeing anything other than I’m gonna fight my ass off. But I have, I always have and I always will have the utmost confidence in my abilities in the ring. Anyone can lose on any given day, that applies to me and Nicole Anderson both. My job tonight is to walk out of Cleveland with the Amazons championship. Last time I competed at SWAT I didn’t get the job done. Don’t expect me to let lightning strike twice here, Warren.”

WWW: “If you do win tonight, you have to know Canelli is going to be waiting for a shot at the belt, with her victory over you in hand.”

Isabel nods, then shrugs.

Rios: “Everyone and their mother’s gonna be hunting me if I win the belt tonight, Warren. Part of the job. Either way, that’s a tomorrow problem. Tonight all I’m focused on is Nicole Anderson and the Amazons title. So, we good?”

Isabel glances Warren over, who nods.

WWW: “Best of luck tonight.”

Rios: “Find a seat with a good view Warren, trust me.”

With that Isabel picks up her drink, taking a swig before exiting the room as the shot fades out.

[vastrix]

In the security control room, Max Fielding sits at the desk and watches all of the security cameras in the building. He looks for unauthorized fights and what have you and sends teams of security forces out to break it up. He also looks for thieves and whatever else that security needs to handle.

Max nearly jumps out of his pants when the door is kicked in and he sees Sticky the Clown walking into the room. Nearly eight feet tall and five hundred pounds, Sticky is already frightening because of his size. Add in the peeling face paint, needle-sharp teeth, black gums, and a smile that seems to be several sizes too big. Well, it’s a disheartening sight. He steps out of the way and allows in Gabriel Tuck.

Max Fielding: You guys can’t be in here?

Gabriel waves around his heavy revolver with a wide grin.

Gabriel Tuck: I need you to find Marcus Anderson and Tarrasque on the cameras. Pronto!

Max looks at the gun and swallows hard.

Max Fielding: I can’t do that!

Gabriel nods solemnly and shoots Max in the leg, sending him out of the chair and to the floor where he grasps at his blood spurting leg in pain. He lets out a scream.

Gabriel Tuck: Hold that shit in or I’ll shoot you again. Move.

Gabriel kicks Max to the side and takes up residence in Max’s chair, looking at the many different screens.

Gabriel Tuck: Where are you mother fuckers?

Gabriel looks through the screens with a practiced eye as he was once Head of Security for a brief time at Riot Star Wrestling. He points to one of the screens as Sticky comes to stand behind him.

Gabriel Tuck: There! Let’s get them fuckers!

A few moments later, Gabriel Tuck and Sticky the Clown are running down a hallway where they spot Marcus Anderson and Tarrasque walking into a dressing room. Gabriel seizes the door before it closes and levels his heavy revolver at Marcus’ head.

Gabriel Tuck: No one stopping me this time, Marky. Get ready to meet your daddy!

Tarrasque lunges at Gabriel, knocking Gabriel’s arm up into the air where a shot is fired into the ceiling. Tarrasque shoves Gabriel across the hallway, knocking the heavy revolver out of his hand. This gives Sticky the room he needs to seize Tarrasque up into a bodyslam position. He carries Tarrasque out of the room and into the hallway where he hurls the beast through the wall and into an empty dressing room across the way.

Gabriel leans down to pick up the gun but turns it into a leaping uppercut as Marcus comes near to stop him. Gabriel shoves Marcus into the dressing room and follows him in with a hard right hand to the side of the head!

Across the hallway, Tarrasque tries to get back to his feet when Sticky pounds on him over and over with double ax handles to keep him down. He then hefts Tarrasque up and throws him face-first into the vanity mirror, shattering it.

Marcus fires back with his own
right hand, knocking Gabriel backwards a step. Gabriel hits a spear, driving the both of them into the vanity table, knocking it apart, and the mirror on top of them both where it shatters.

Sticky pulls Tarrasque up, opens his mouth impossibly wide, and sinks his needle sharp teeth into Tarrasque’s shoulder, drawing a yelp of pain from the beast.

Gabriel and Marcus both stand up from the wreckage of the vanity, both covered in small cuts from the broken mirror.

Gabriel Tuck: Your beast is going to serve Armand. You? You die tonight!.

Marcus Anderson: NEVER!

Marcus grabs Gabriel and hip tosses Gabriel’s head into the wall!

Tarrasque hammers on Sticky’s face, eventually sticking a thumb into the clown’s eye and digging in until Sticky releases Tarrasque’s shoulder. Blood pours from Tarrasque’s shoulder where he was bitten. Similarly, a black blood pours from Sticky’s empty eye socket where Tarrasque had gouged him.

Gabriel places his feet against the wall and kicks himself back into an elbow into the side of Marcus’ head to knock him down to the floor.

Tarrasque grabs Sticky and brings him down in a Russian legsweep position, but brings him forward to slam Sticky’s face through the vanity table!

Marcus jumps to his feet as Gabriel is slower to get up.He kicks Gabriel in the face, sending a splatter of blood and spittle across the wall. Marcus walks over and picks up Gabriel’s heavy revolver.

Tarrasque doesn’t let Sticky get up, stomping him in the side of the head over and over again.

Gabriel sits up and looks right at the barrel of his own gun being pointed at his head.

Gabriel Tuck: What now? You going to shoot me? You haven’t got the guts!

Marcus sneers.

Marcus Anderson: Shooting you will hurt Armand…

Suddenly, there are security streaming into the hallway, pointing tazers at Marcus and Tarrasque. One of the security guards yells at Marcus.

Guard: Drop the gun or we fire!

Before Marcus can decide to drop the weapon or not, he’s shot by no less than three tazers while Tarrasque is shot with four. Both men fall to the ground, out cold.

Gabriel picks his gun up from the floor and holsters it. The security guard who shouted at Marcus steps in front of Gabriel.

Guard: We work for the real Commissioner in Armand von Krauss. What do you want done with these men?

Gabriel wipes at blood streaming from his nose with a chuckle as he nudges the unconscious Marcus with his foot.

Gabriel Tuck: Tie up Tarrasque and take him to the Commish’s room. He’s the prize of the night.

Guard: And Marcus?

Gabriel Tuck: Tie him up too and put him in the dumpster out back. He’ll wake up in a fucking landfill.

Gabriel walks into the next room where a pool of black ooze is formed around the broken skull of Sticky the Clown. Gabriel wrinkles his nose in disgust, the security guard that he has been talking to sees the sight and retches.

Guard: Is he dead? He looks dead.

Gabriel Tuck: He’ll be alright in about an hour. He’s not human really. I couldn’t tell you exactly what he is. Get these fuckers trussed up and taken to their places! I’ll stay with Sticky and make sure no one who will get confused comes in.

The security guard nods and directs the other guards to tie Tarrasque and Marcus up. One being taken to Armand von Krauss and one to a dumpster.

[Jay Stevens]

Outside the Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse, a black SUV roars into the loading docks. Emerging from the vehicle with a sense of great haste are the three members of The Wrecking Crew: Jay Stevens, “Crusher” Jordan Neal and the reigning SWAT Amazons Champion, “Kid Dynamite” Nicole Anderson.

Anderson is rushing to the doors of the building as Stevens collects a large gym bag from the back, shutting the tailgate and doing double-time to catch up with his teammates

Anderson: I can not believe we are this freaking late. How the hell did we get lost on the way to Ohio? You know Isabel Rios has been in there running her mouth all night.

Stevens: We didn’t get lost, it’s just a long drive from Canada, Nikki.

Obstacle number one immediately rears it’s ugly head in the form of the wrestler check-in. Manned by a nurse, a SWAT production assistant and two members of the security team. Anderson steps up and is greeted by the nurse.

Nurse: Good evening, young lady, name?

Anderson: Nicole Anderson.

The nurse looks up and down the paper, flipping it over to check the back as well.

Nurse: Hmm, no Anderson on the list, hon.

Rolling her eyes in frustration, Nicole blurts out.

Anderson: Gotta be kidding me… Kid Dynamite.

Nurse: Oh! Here you are right here. You are the last one to check in for the night, running a little behind, are we?

Dead expression from the champ.

Anderson: Not. At. All. Let’s just stretch this out a little more then, eh?

Sensing the tension rising, the nurse begins to run through her standard battery of questions.

Nurse: Have you experienced any of the following symptoms in the last seventy-two hours: fever, headache, nausea, shortness of breath, muscle aches, dia…

Anderson: No to all of it. I’m perfectly healthy and ready to go through that door.

Nurse: Have you been outside of the United States in the last fourteen days?

Anderson: Sure have. Just left Canada this morning. But is that really considered international travel? More like America’s hairpiece, amirite?

Silence meets her attempts at levity.

Anderson: Okay, yes to Canada but I’ve been cleared. They know where we’re coming from.

Nurse: Okay, just a quick temperature check and you’ll be on your way.

The nurse hits Nicole with the touchless thermometer and gives her the go-ahead. Stepping past the table, she is met with obstacle number two. The young man representing production steps forward with a velvet bag tucked under his arm.

SWAT PA: Miss Anderson, as you know we have forged brand new championship title belts and I am here to present you with the wonderful new SWAT Amazons Championship.

He unveils the beautifully crafted title belt and it is immediately snatched from his grasp by the champion.

Anderson: Shiny!

She holds the belt up and checks her reflection in the nearly mirrored surface of the faceplate.

SWAT PA: Indeed. There is just the small matter of returning the old championship title to the company.

Anderson stops cold and tucks the belt under her arm.

Anderson: Yeah.. um.. About that. I knew I was getting this new boy here so I kind of left the old one in the Great White North. I thought I would be allowed to keep it as a souvenir or something.

Stevens: Weren’t you just eating chicken nuggets off of it on the ride over here… OOF!

Kid Dynamite send a sharp elbow to Jay’s ribs, shutting him up fast. She gets an icy stare from the young PA.

Anderson: Yeah, that’s what I meant. It’s in the car. But hey, as we have already established, I’m pretty late already. I’ll get it to you after the show then?

SWAT PA: I’m going to need it now, actually.

Anderson: But the car is... so... far.

Looking back at the approximately thirty foot distance, Anderson’s shoulders sink before she runs to collect the old championship. Returning, having trekked an unbelievable journey of sixty total feet, she tosses the belt to the PA and starts to move forward.

Nurse: Miss Kid Dynamite, I’m going to need you to answer a few questions first...

Anderson: What?

Nurse: Have you experienced any of the following symptoms in the last seventy-two hours: fever…

Anderson: We just did this!

Nurse: And then you left the “clear zone”.

Nicole lunges forward and is snatched around the waist by Crusher Neal. Kicking and swinging, Anderson is spun away from the table, definitely saving the nurse from certain death. As she tries to calm herself to get back on track, the bubbly SWAT reporter Katie Moss arrives on the scene.

Katie Moss: Nicole Anderson! The reigning SWAT Amazons Champion is set to defend her title tonight against the dangerous Isabel Rios. Nicole, what are your feelings going into what will certainly be your toughest test to date tonight?

Calm and stoic, Anderson turns to face the reporter. With no hesitation, Nicole screams and dives at Katie Moss. Jordan Neal rushes in as Stevens turns the camera away from the action. Scuffling and screaming can be heard from off screen.

Moss: Hey! Not my hair! She bit me!

Stevens collects the microphone from the ground.

Stevens: As you can see, Kid Dynamite is chomping at the bit, and an arm, to defend her championship tonight. Back to you guys at ringside!

He smiles and drops the microphone, the last image being the Wrecking Crew pulling Anderson off of Moss and helping the young reporter back to her feet.

[Kyle]

Keep it sleazy. Zooming out, they're words on a t-shirt accompanied by a mustache graphic and the name Keith Williams. Providing a better view, the camera continues to widen our view until we can now see the sleeve of the shirt is branded with the SWAT logo and currently being worn by The Ultimate Kingpin. Already dressed in his ring attire, standing in the middle of a hallway in the Rocket Mortgage FieldHouse arena, KW is prepped to cut a promo on his opponents.

Keith Williams: "Tong and Phantam Fairtex."

Looking into the lens, Keith addresses both brothers.

Keith Williams: "Team Fairtex."

Stroking his mustache, Williams lists off some of their achievements.

Keith Williams: "Former XPW and SWAT World Tag Team Champions."

Hyping them a little more, The Sleazy One has an additional positive comment.

Keith Williams: "Certified fucking bad asses."

That they are.

Keith Williams: "I promise you, boys, I'm not looking past you. I'm not treating this as an easy affair. You're tough, both of you."

Not looking away, KW's eyes intensely stay focused on the camera.

Keith Williams: "And you should be after being trained by a father like The Shootfighter."

Hyping up Daddy Fairtex, Keith speaks again.

Keith Williams: "What you've gone through... What you will go through... To make him proud, I'll never fully comprehend."

Shaking his head, The Paragon of Sleaze briefly looks down before immediately training his eyes back on the camera.

Keith Williams: "You have a connection that Double O and I can't match, but it's something we can really appreciate."

What is that?

Keith Williams: "Twins!"

Merriam-Sleazester defines twins as SCHWING.

Keith Williams: "What's not to love about twins? Double the pleasure, double the fun!"

It's the right one. The Doublemint gum.

Keith Williams: "While we may not have the same fun with you that we might with a pair of co-eds, we're going to enjoy this a lot."

Mississippi birdbath?

Keith Williams: "This is The ReVenants' first step towards taking the 2021 Anzac Cup and every tag-team championship in the XHF that we set our sights on."

Keith motions around his waist where he plans to wear and stack title after title after title.

Keith Williams: "J-ROK's Super Duos or IJWF Tag Team Championships? FIRESIDE's Tag Team titles? NPW's Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships? XHF's Tag Team and Trios Championships?"

Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check.

Keith Williams: "The sky is the limit for The ReVenants! I will become a tyrant of the tag-team division that can't be denied. Part of a team that holds all of the tag-team gold. If there's a team championship, we need them around our waists."

All of them!

Keith Williams: "Team Fairtex, this is an opportunity to become a part of something bigger than yourselves. The spark that leads to a surging movement of success for Keith Williams and Oxford Osland. Your sacrifice won't be in vain; you'll walk away another loss richer AND the knowledge that you've aided in the changing of the guard."

In his mind, Keith thinks he's making a compelling argument.

Keith Williams: "When you wrestle us, I want your best. Don't bring your B-game because that won't benefit either of our teams. You're competing against SWAT's best of the best, the reigning and defending Universal Sin and Television champions. Act like it."

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Keith Williams: "Former AWF Prestige Champion. Former two time AWF Around the Cock Champion. Former twenty two time FWA Anarchy Champion. Former NAWC North American Champion. Former NPW Canadian Commonwealth Champion. That's the pedigree of the wrestlers you're facing. So use every trick that martial arts has taught you and hope that it's enough to put down two sexy, brawling bastards. You're going to find it extremely hard to do much of anything after we drop you both on your heads. This isn't personal; this is business."

Leaving the theatrics for a different day, Williams wraps up what he has to say.

Keith Williams: "The ReVenants are the alpha predators in this scenario and you'd be a fool to try to stop us from taking the biggest piece of chicken on the plate. These two daddies don't play like that."

Swatting the camera aside, Keith walks off as the scene is re-centered.

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : We're back here in Cleveland, and ready for the next match!

Andrew Fulton : Yes! I love the Revenants! I can't wait for them to beat Team Fairtex! And--

[The SWAT tron lights up, and the lights go down before flaring back to life an angry red. Gouts of flame erupt, and Chelsea Grin blasts over the crowd as Sinclair walks from the back with a smirk on her lips. She pauses, and extends her arms spreading her coat behind her before the grim figure of Donzig emerges. His face hidden once more behind his mask, and he stares at the fans before walking down the ramp.]

Jeremy Tucker : This is a completely unscheduled interruption! What is going on?

Andrew Fulton : Someone get these two out of here! I am waiting to see the Revenants! This is an outrage! I can feel the ratings falling, dammit!

[Donzig sweeps past the ring, and with Sinclair behind him soon comes to stand before the announce table. His hand reaches out, and he grabs Fulton to drag him to his feet. Fulton grabs at his arm, shaking his head as he protests before Donzig yanks off his headset to drop it to the desk. And then he shakes his head, releasing Fulton with a slight push. Fulton fumes, and goes to fix his jacket before he is hit with a foul black spray from behind that mask. He howls, clawing at his face before falling across the desk and then rolling to the floor. Donzig stares down at him, wiping the mask off with the back of his arm.]

Jeremy Tucker : Oh my god! My broadcast partner has just been taken out by Donzig! This is insane! What is the meaning of this!?

[Donzig steps over Fulton, and Sinclair pulls out the chair for him. He drops arrogantly into the seat, grabbing the headset to pull it on over his head. A hand lifts to adjust it over the mask, and Sinclair smiles. Medics run from the back, pouring water on Fulton's face before they dragged him away. They pulled him between them, carrying him towards the back.]

Donzig: I am showing Fulton how to do his job.

Jeremy Tucker : You can't just come down here and take over the broadcast desk!

Donzig: You know you can be replaced just as easily, Mister Tucker.

[Donzig stares at him, and then glances to Sinclair who purses her lips as she looks down at Tucker. Her eyes narrow slightly, and her hand lifts to rest on Tucker's shoulder. He swallows, and gives a slight shake of his head.]

Donzig: Glad we see things my way.

[The fans cheer after this initial chaos, as Frank heads into the ring. And announces the next match, as 'He's so Fine' starts to play through the arena. The fans cheer as Team Fairtex emerges from the back with the Hired Killers. They head for the ring, and he holds the ropes for the Killers before he struts across the ring before doing a brief dance. He strips down to reveal his ring attire before his brother joins him as the valets leave.]

Donzig : What fresh hell is this?

Jeremy Tucker: Team Fairtex loves to have fun before getting down to business.

Donzig: I am sitting in an arena watching a man from Bangkok strip to the Chiffons, and you presume to speak to me about business? By the way, did you know this song was produced by Ronnie Mack of the Tokens? Famous for the 'Lion Sleeps Tonight'.

Jeremy Tucker: What?

[Donzig waves a hand dismissively before he steeples his hands before him. His masked visage locked on the ring, and Team Fairtex is having a discussion in their corner. They bump fists and Frank speaks up again. 'Elevators' by Outkast starts to play and Oxford Osland came from the back, he walks calmly to the ring before pausing to look up at Team Fairtex in the ring. He stares at them evenly, holding up the SWAT TV title as he waits for his partner.]

Jeremy Tucker: Oxford Osland clearly not willing to get in the ring just yet it seems.

Donzig : Why would he? He is outnumbered, he is wisely waiting for his partner to join him. You seem unclear on tactics, the next thing I know you will be prattling on about honor.

Jeremy Tucker: I am sorry, but you don't strike me as a tag team expert.

Donzig: I am a multiple time tag team champion, and once was in the only undefeated tag team in a place I would rather not give free advertising for. You and Fulton clearly need to work on researching new talent, Mr. Tucker. Most consider me, a ring general if you will.

Jeremy Tucker: Uh, sorry? I didn't--

Donzig: Yes, yes, I know you are bad at your job. You didn't even comment on how the SWAT TV Champion is here.

[Meanwhile, Frank continues introducing the opponents. And the pyros hit and 'When the Levee Breaks' hits as the SWAT Universal Sin champion comes from the back, pausing to waggle his eyebrows at the fans. Then he lifts his hand, smoothing his mustache before walking down to the ring. A nod given to Osland before he glares at Team Fairtex. And he seems to be the only person who notices the switch up at the announcer's table, shrugging before they enter the ring.]

Donzig : Finally, someone with some taste.

Jeremy Tucker : Keith Williams? The man is a total jer--

Donzig : What's the matter, little man? You don't like the Zepp?

The bell rings, and the match is under way.

Jeremy Tucker : The bell rings and we are under way with Osland in the ring for the Revenants, and Phantam meets him with a collar and elbow lockup. He is pushing him back, and they are on the ropes. Phantam with a clean break, and OH MY GOD! Osland with a thumb to the eye while the ref is looking away!

Donzig : Do-lang-do-lang-do-lang.

Jeremy Tucker : What?

Donzig : He's so fine.

Jeremy Tucker : Osland with a quick DDT on the blinded Phantam, and he is dragging him back towards the Revenants' corner. A quick tag to the Ultimate Kingpin.

Donzig : Brilliant work in the early going by the Revenants, isolating Phantam. That is how you cut off the ring. Williams now throwing Phantam into the corner before hitting him with a series of knife edge chops.

Jeremy Tucker : He is going back across the ring running in for the European Uppercut. Phantam stumbles from the corner as a quick tag is made to Osland. He throws some punches at Phantam, then hits him with a short arm clothesline. He makes the cover for 1....and a kick out!

Donzig : He is wearing Phantam down, every kick out uses that much more energy. Makes it that much harder to make a tag.

Jeremy Tucker : Osland goes to get Phantam back up, but a quick roll up. 1...2...

Donzig : Osland kicks out, and Phantam dives across the ring to make the tag. Tong is in the ring, and he charges in with a flurry of punches before whipping Osland at the ropes. Keith Williams makes the blind tag, and Tong hits Osland with a backdrop. The TV Champion felt that one.

Jeremy Tucker : And Tong is caught from behind by Williams, German Suplex! Tong is back on his feet--

Donzig : Tong sidesteps Williams, and hits the belly to belly! He goes for a quick cover! 1--2--

Jeremy Tucker : Williams kicks out! He is back on his feet, knife edge chops pushing Tong back to the corner. Listen to that contact!

Donzig : Quick tag to Osland, and Tong is in trouble as he locks in the cobra clutch! Tong is struggling to get free, and he staggers for the ropes. Osland ignoring the ref's five count breaking at four!

Jeremy Tucker : Tong breaking away with a flurry of punches, a few muay thai kicks at Osland's ribs. He hits a quick atomic drop and makes the tag to Phantam. The tide is turning against the Revenants.

Donzig : Perhaps. Phantam running out of the corner now with a Gore, and Osland steps to the side. Phantam has driven his shoulder into the post, he looks hurt. He stumbles to the side, trying to clear his head. Osland now with a roll-up, his feet are on the ropes!

Jeremy Tucker : 1....2....

Donzig : THREE! THREE! The ref didn't see it!

Jeremy Tucker : Team Fairtex has been robbed! This is typical Revenant nonsense!

Donzig : There is an old saying, Mister Tucker. The only things that matter are W's and L's.

[Inside the ring is chaos as Tong is leaning over his brother, arguing with the ref as the Revenants smirk at the booing crowd as they leave the ring. Then on the ramp, you can see a bedraggled Fulton come from the back. Rubbing at his eyes and black streaked face with a towel in hand, flanking him are a number of SWAT security. Donzig hisses, and slides to his feet.]

Donzig : Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till be morrow.

[He tosses down the headset as the Revenants watch bemused as Team Fairtex slide from the ring to look confused at the security team and Fulton. Donzig and Sinclair leap over the barrier, pushing their way through the crowd before Donzig pauses to turn back. His arms lifting mockingly before he continues his way through the crowd.]

Frank Salazar : Winners of the match … THE REVENANTS!!!!