Battleground #39 : Off The Hook! (Show)

[SWAT Team]

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

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome. Welcome to Detroit. Welcome to SWAT. WELCOME TO BATTLEGROUND!!! We are at the go home show to the Anzac Cup and we are OFF THE HOOK!

Andrew Fulton : Never have we had a more open field for the Anzac Cup. And you are far from ‘off the hook’ Jerry when my sister hears about that stewardess on the flight to Detroit.

Jeremy Tucker : What stewardess?

Andrew Fulton : Are they even called Stewardesses now? Or Air hostesses?

Jeremy Tucker : Why don’t you ask the social justice warrior Rally Jackson. He seems to know all the correct terms for todays world.

Andrew Fulton : Word has it he is none to pleased with last weeks main event result and I for one don’t blame him. Gets the promo of the month and loses the match? How’s that work Jerry?

Jeremy Tucker : That’s wrestling mate.

Andrew Fulton : Well, an angry Jackson is a Jackson the locker room best be wary of. Someone is getting ribbed today, and who is his new tag team partner El Combatarelon?

Jeremy Tucker : Beats me. Goth got the win though, and he is going to go down as one of the all time great World champions here at SWAT.

Andrew Fulton : Maybe, but that all comes to an end tonight, when THE Big Deal takes the gold and brings it home to the Bandits.

Jeremy Tucker : I can’t wait for that main event. How about in Cleveland we saw The Founder Paul Soutter not only turn his back on Jonnie Valentine but also usurp control of the fed from under him, admitting to being the troll and going behind Jonnies back like a snake to get the power back and rejoin the Bandits.

Andrew Fulton : He is and always will be a Bandit! It’s great to have him back in the fold.

Jeremy Tucker : Well, Valentine won’t take that lying down. He will be back with a vengeance, mark my words on that. We will also see a huge tornado six man tag match tonight, with the Bandits teaming up against Pequeno, Jack and Linda. You got to think this match will have a big impact and momentum leading into the Anzac Cup for all involved.

Andrew Fulton : Bandits take that one out, all day, everyday.

Jeremy Tucker : Then we have Keith Williams defending his U.S belt against Devon D’Andre. D’Andre was a millimetre away from taking the World belt from Goth and Keith might have his hands full in this one.

Andrew Fulton : Are you kidding me? Williams is one of the biggest stars in the whole network. This is like a tune up match for him before the Cup next show.

Jeremy Tucker : All that and more coming tonight folks, including Death Trap appearing on the Suite with an update on his career.

Andrew Fulton : He is retiring Jerry. We all know it.

Jeremy Tucker : And what is this TV Title Challenge Osland is hosting?

Andrew Fulton : The King of TV will entertain us like only he can Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : We’ll be right back guys, with some words from our SWAT Legends!

[edwarddubin0604]

(Team Fairtex has just entered the arena accompanied by The Hired Killers. It's a few hours before the event begins and they want to get a look at the ring and the ringside area.)

Tong Fairtex: Glenda what is the honor of this encounter."

Glamourous Glenda: "You're squaring off against The Indian Assassins tonight."

Tong Fairtex: "That's right Glamourous Glenda. The Indian Assassins Rajiv and Mohammed Khan are our opponents tonight and we know they are going to be our opponents."

Phantam Fairtex: "Question? If The Khan Bros. are our opponents why are they running AEW."

Tong Fairtex: "Those two aren't wrestlers just a couple of big mouths who can't cut a promo even if they had people holding up cards with the promos on them."

Phantam Fairtex: "Oh yeah and The Indian Assassins are better than those two wimps."

Tong Fairtex: "Now that we established who our real opponents are. The Indian Assassins are a tough team and they showed how tough they were when they faced The KGB. If it wasn't for Rajiv Khan getting his hair burned by that big fat ugly bitch Rally Jackson. They would have beaten or come close to beating The KGB."

Phantam Fairtex: "That was an injustice that should have been dealt with."

Glamourous Glenda: "What's your plan going into this match tonight."

Tong Fairtex: "We go about our business as we usually do and that's being all business. We know how tough Rajiv Khan is since he's both Hardkore World and SWAT and I especially since he's always a tough competitor no matter who he faces."

Phantam Fairtex: "Then there's Mohammed Khan who's just as tough as he is and he's shown just as much wrestling skill as Rajiv. We expect just as much toughness from him as well as from Rajiv."

Glamourous Glenda: "Changing the subject a bit you lost to The Revenants on the last show. Do you think you'll meet them in The Anzac Cup."

Tong Fairtex: "Anything is possible since the best teams are in this prestigious tournament. We want revenge and we plan on embarrassing them in The Anzac Cup. This is our event and this is going to be our year and not even those jerks are going to beat us twice."

Phantam Fairtex: "That's right it's our year and this is our time to shine in this tournament and we're not going to allow anyone to best us on our way to destiny."

Glamourous Glenda: "You and Psychotic Goth are teaming for the XHF Trios Championship."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah it'sgoing to be a tough tournament but we're going to endure and we're taking those championships back to SWAT where they belong."

Phantam Fairtex: "Oh yeah brother Tong. Those championships are going to look real good around our waists and all trios will be put on notice that Team Fairtex and Psychotic Goth are more than they can handle....NO.....DOUBT......ABOUT.....IT!"

Tong Fairtex: "Now you probably think we're looking ahead but we plan on still being focused on our opponents The Indian Assassins. Anyway, when it comes to them Rajiv and Mohammed Khan are just as tough in the ring as we mentioned before and they will always be a tough team to beat."

Phantam Fairtex: "Don't even let their ring entrance involving that Mohammed's elephant and Rajiv's cab entrance fool you. together they could beat or come close to beat anyone anytime."

Glamourous Glenda: "You think you'll still get another chance at the SWAT World Tag Team Championships."

Tong Fairtex: "We'll see what the board and the promoters say about it, but we're going to make the most of all chances but first it's our tag team match with The Indian Assassins and then we'll see what's next for us after The Anzac Cup."

Phantam Fairtex: "Destiny awaits us and we're going to make sure we reach our destiny whether anyone likes it or not."

Tong Fairtex: "That's right brother Phantam. This is going to be our time and we plan on making the most of our time. We're in the best shape of our lives and tonight Team Fairtex will be more than ready. We're going to be coming in with a killer instinct."

Phantam Fairtex: "From now on that's how we're going to go about our business in the ring and we start tonight and we're going to make sure this is our year and we'll go to any length to accomplish our goals."

Glamourous Glenda: "So you plan on going to any length including cheating."

Tong Fairtex: "Your words not ours Glamourous Glenda."

Phantam Fairtex: "Still you never know what we're going to do in the ring."

Glamourous Glenda: "I guess you heard the rumors about NPW and SWAT merging their women's divisions. What does that mean to you since you plan on leaving SWAT for JROK."

Jade: "Interesting question but we're going to see what happens in the negotiations. Still it's a nice incentive to remain in SWAT since the SWAT Amazons Women's Championship is the most prestigious championship in the whole XHF. Who knows we may stay around to make sure The Hired Killers are still contenders for the SWAT Amazons Women's Championship."

Kim: "Since this twist of fate occurred just as we were preparing to move on. Well you know what we always say 'You got the money and we've got the time.' So we may have plenty of time to go for that SWAT Amazons Women's Championship. We'll leave it at that."

Tong Fairtex: "For now we'll leave that to the Hired Killers. However, we're going to have business to attend to in a few hours."

Phantam Fairtex: "That's right we're going to be focused and we're going to be ready to go on a tear and nobody is going to stop us and we mean nobody will stop us."

Tong Fairtex: "Let's get ready to rumble."

(They leave for their locker room as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[Donzig]

Earlier that day....

'Listen, as long as the money is in my account? I think we have a goddamned deal.' The cold voice of Donzig growled, the scene was clearly the backseat of some car. And his mask lays on the seat beside him, his gloved fingers tapping against it. His other hand holds a phone, and he grunts as he listens before he snorts. 'It better be in American Dollars too, I don't like the exchange rate.' 

His head tilted. 'Indeed, we will speak soon. It's a pleasure.' The phone was turned off, and he tucked it inside of his coat with a shrug. Then he grabbed his mask, pulling the skull down over his visage before he opened the door of the big black car. He stepped out with a shrug of his leather clad shoulders, scanning the area before he walked around to the trunk. He waited for the driver to hand him his bags, and then he turned to stare at the approaching Sinclair Godfrey. She didn't look at all pleased, and she gathered her coat around her as she approached. A trio of men clad in suits followed her, one of them carrying a briefcase. She glanced over her shoulder, pausing before she cleared her throat. Donzig lifted a hand, head tilting before he spoke. 'Who are these people?'

Sinclair sniffed, and then shrugged. 'Lawyers. The company wants you to--'

One of the men stepped forward, and cut her off. 'Mister Donzig, the company wants you to submit to--'

Sinclair winced, and Donzig lifted his head. The empty eyes of the skull mask settled on the man, and he stepped forward with a slow roll of his shoulders. The man started to step back, but Donzig was standing before him. He tilted his head to one side and then the other before he leaned closer, whispering. 'Did you just ask the Scourge to submit, mortal?'

The lawyer started to back up a step, but Donzig stepped closer. His hand lifting slowly, and grabbing the man's shoulder as he pulled him closer. 'Mister Donzig, SWAT is concerned that your recent attack on Mister Fulton indicates a greater problem, and--'

A gloved finger was laid across the lawyer's mouth, and Donzig hissed. 'If SWAT management thinks I am so dangerous, and had a greater problem? Then it would be extremely stupid for you to annoy me in anyway wouldn't it? I mean, the people who ran this company probably have an entire file of what happens when I become upset wouldn't you think? In fact, I suspect Sinclair spent the entire ride here trying to tell you how to best approach this situation? And you ignored her, didn't you? So if the best the management of SWAT can do if I violently attack the voice of their premiere show is to send lawyers? Why do you think they will care if I take my displeasure out on you?'

The lawyers tensed up, drawing closer together as one of them glanced at Sinclair. The woman shrugged, and smoothed her coat with a toss of her head. Donzig tilted his head, looking between the three of them before he gestured vaguely. 'My dear Baroness, please tell me what you were saying before you were interrupted.'

'The company wants you to undergo a psychiatric evaluation.' Sinclair said, and Donzig glanced over his shoulder at her. Then he shrugged, patting the lawyer on the shoulder before he reclaimed his suitcase. He waved a hand dismissively, and the car slowly drove off as he walked past the lawyers as though they didn't exist. And Sinclair fell into step behind him, shaking her head as she shoved her hands in her pockets. 'What are we going to do?'

Donzig grunted. 'I can fool a psychiatrist standing on my head, my dear Sinclair. I will attend to this, and be at the arena. I need you to keep an eye on someone for me.'


'Ah, Kaupena Yoon.' Sinclair nodded, and Donzig stopped suddenly. He turned to stare at her, shaking his masked head before he spoke.

'Who? What Star Wars character is that?' 

Sinclair blinked, and then a hand lifted to cover her mouth. A snort of laughter escaping her, and then she tossed her hair back. 'No, he's your opponent. I sent you the details, didn't you check the tablet?'

'I don't like the tablet. I will watch it before the match.' Donzig grunted, and waved a hand absently as he started to walk forward again. 'And I will text you who we have an interest in. Then I need you to call Gus in Canada, and inform him that I will not be doing two of these damned evaluations. Have SWAT fax him this one if he has a problem. I am sure I will settle my business, and be back in time to batter Kaupena Yoon into submission before the Void. Won't Fulton like that.' 

Sinclair smirked at that, as Donzig gave a faint chuckle from beneath his mask. Then he dug out his phone, muttering before he shoved it back into his jacket.

'Be a dear, and call me an Uber. I am tired of dealing with people already, and I can't stand Detroit.'

[eddied]

(Eddie D leaves a waiting area when his number flashes up above the clock and he walks through a fancy reception and round to a corridor with multiple doors. All the doors have different small business names on. Eddie walks into an office and knocks on an already open door.)

EDDIE: Hey? Anyone here. I'm here for the consultation.... 

(Oxford Osland walks into frame from a connecting office space and smiles at Eddie D then weighs him up quizzically)

EDDIE: ...YOU?!

Osland: “YOU? Really? I take it you're "EddieBear69"?”

EDDIE: I take it this is the "Date 2 The Max" dating advice agency? This is a bust. Hell with this. I'm outta here.

Osland: “Hey Eddie Bear, you came looking for answers. Do you think I don't have the answers? You'd have to be blind around SWAT to miss the hotness of the women I've been dating.”

EDDIE: Like I'd trust you to keep your mouth shut or to give me solid advice....

Osland: “Everything here is strictly business and anonymous. How's that "try-hard goodwill tour of all things women in wrestling" going for you?.... Pretty badly I'd say... Face facts... You need my help.”

(Eddie scratches his chin and wants to hear Osland out, but obviously mistrusts the Reverent star in front of him.)

Osland: "There seems to be an inner-war within you. On one hand you're this hulking beast who strikes fear into the hearts of your opponents, and truly any man walking god's green earth. On the other, you seem to lose some of that presence when you're interacting with the opposite sex."

EDDIE: You think?

Osland: "I had the pleasure of watching your recent interactions with Isabel Rios and (Clears Throat.).. Dangerous Donna."

(There is an awkward silence between the two men.)

EDDIE: Women! I just don't understand them. It seemed as though everything I said was taken the wrong way. They would twist my words, chew them up and spit them back at me.

Osland: "That assessment is absolute bang on. But the key is… why do you let them?"

EDDIE: Oh, like I have any sort of control over that?

Osland: "Actually you do."

(Eddie turns his head sideways, sizing up the situation. Part of him wants to turn around and walk away, while the other is intrigued.)

EDDIE: Can’t believe I’m listening to a gigolo for advice… Keep talking guru.

Osland: "You know sarcasm is still illegal in some states? Just remember you came to me… Look, after you make a statement, stand by it. Don't take it back, or delve into a deep explanation. Women love to test men, and stir things up and play the victim card. It's a game of cat and mouse for them. They set this elaborate maze, and based on how you react and respond to their gameplay, they'll put their subject into various categories.”

EDDIE: I know women categorise you. I’m rubbish at dating; I’m not a teenager. I’ve lived in the friend zone plenty of times…

(Osland ignores his scepticism and ploughs on.)

Osland: "Women have developed all sorts of defence mechanisms for years and years. If you were to call them on it, they'll deny it until the end of time. They key, is understand that they're in fact doing this, and you need to be on your toes to prevent becoming submissive."

EDDIE: Submission? Never in the ring and never in life buddy… This “key to understanding” stuff is starting to feel like a science project in school.

Osland: "There is a level of science at play here. Women respond to men in many different ways. They respond to how safe you make them feel. If someone like Isabel Rios is able to turn your questions around and spin you up, she goes on the offence while you're playing defence."

(Eddie thinks back, and nods his head.)

EDDIE: You're right, that's exactly what she was doing. You're saying she was testing me?

Osland: "Absolutely."

(A knowing pause is shared between the two of them.)

Osland: "Instead of back peddling, and allowing the woman to take the lead - try this next time. "You sure make a habit out of avoiding the intent of my comment. Is that your way of flirting with me?" - I bet it will make her re-evaluate her direction, and you've also put a lighter spin on the moment. I think what we must always remember is that Women need to feel safe, they need to know that their desired, and they want to feel that the man on the other end is unflappable. If you weren't so worried about offending Isabel or Donna, and found ways to call them out on their game, you might've gotten a little further."

(Eddie's mind seems to be moving a mile a minute.)

EDDIE: Both of those interactions didn't go the way I wanted them to. In fact, you're right, I left feeling confused. How is it that I freeze up in those moments?

Osland: "Whether you know it or not, you're placing far too much value on your target and end up being subservient."

EDDIE: I ain’t Politically Correct and I ain’t no gentleman half the time, but I can’t think of a woman as a target…

Osland: “The target of your heart’s desire, the girl you’re sweet on, the wench you want to bed, dress it up how you want, but you’re missing the point. The end result is what you're focused on, as opposed to just being in the moment. You need to be completely indifferent to whether either of those women are accepting of you or not. When you stop placing such high value on an outcome, you'll find that everything you do will flow more in-line with your purpose in life.”

EDDIE: Since you put it that way, I almost feel taken advantage of.

Osland: "Right? And yet society has taught us that we need to be careful not to make women feel uncomfortable and thus we've bestowed extreme amounts of power and authority on them. From the moment they watch their first Disney movie, or their first romantic comedy. It's embedded in our society that the male must pursue and act a certain way if he's going to get with the girl. It's all B.S, trust me. Women are more likely to call the cops on a male pursuant than they are to invite him over for dinner. As soon as we hand over authority or the direction of an interaction to the female, we're putting ourselves at a disadvantage. Be you, be THE Big Deal you keep going on about, don't waver and if that's not enough for someone - move onward and upward and don't let it bother you."

EDDIE: So all a woman wants is what anybody wants, y'know; friendship and companionship and respect, and a certain amount of leadership with submission, and a kind of... cooperation at all times and a... pre-emptive empathy and... y'know, general telepathy. It's no big deal right?

Osland: “Now you’re getting it.”

EDDIE: No! No, I’m really not. That’s a horrendous list to live up to! I can’t mind read?! How can I ever live up to that expectation?

Osland: “You can’t and that’s why life is unpredictable and amazing. I think we’ve made more progress than you think now you’re asking yourself some big questions. Maybe you don’t see it now but I think next time we can move on to actual techniques and you’ll improve your game no end.”

EDDIE: Seriously? You think there’ll be a next time. You’re a Revenant. I’m KGB…

Osland: “And that there’s another reason the women won’t flock to your door. You scheme and cheap shot in the name of that dirty tricks engine you call a stable. Most women don’t find cheating appealing…”

(Eddie pauses for a second as though he’s going to defend his actions and motives, but decides it’s not a debate he wants to commit to. He plumps to snap back a blunt response instead).

EDDIE: Don't even pretend that you're worthy to hold judgement over me. You haven’t walked a mile in my shoes. You wouldn’t have had the cojones to walk a hundred yards of my life. When I see you again, I’ll likely be kicking your ass in the ring. You tell anyone about any of this and you’ll regret it.

(Osland does a mocking “I’m so scared” gesture and Eddie decides to let it slide because the embarrassment is stinging and he just wants to leave. Eddie storms off, slamming the office door behind him.)

Osland: “KGB or not… He’ll be back.”

(Eddie leaves the reception area and gets a text message on his dated phone from RoxyLishus. He's annoyed. Not in the mood for a conversation. Eddie and Roxy exchange texts instead...)

ROXY: Hi Eddie...
EDD: Hi Roxy...
ROXY: Why havent you called Trixie? 
EDD: I am just working out what to say.
ROXY: Dont overthink it Eddie. That's not usually been your problem.
EDD: First impressions are important.
ROXY: Not calling her will hurt her. I know shes trashy but shes not without pride.
EDD: I will call her to celebrate my world title win...
ROXY: So youre not going to call her then?
EDD: Ha Ha. Very funny.
ROXY: I hope he beats you bloody for the way youre messing Trixie around.
EDD: Not messing anyone around. I will call her tonight.
ROXY: Good luck. I mean with Trixie. Not your title fight. 
EDD: Bite me.
ROXY: You wish. Ciao Eddie.

(Eddie smirks, slips his phone away and heads for his motorbike. The scene ends.)


#AtLast #maineventEddie #GoliathVsGoliath #BringItOn #KGB #BuyMerch

[edwarddubin0604]

(The Tron shows Psychotic Goth and Vampira surrounded by green and red smoke as his head remains lowered. There is a hissing sound coming from Psychotic Goth as he continues staring downward.)

Vampira: "Psychotic Goth has waited months for this rematch with you Eddie D. and tonight he finally gets his chance at revenge for your defeating him for the former SWAT Hardcore Championship. This time he shall make sure he evens the score."

Psychotic Goth: "Eddie D. Last year you took something from me and never allowed me to get a rematch. You are lucky that I'm a fighting champion and that you were lucky to have won the Royal Rumble. Then again either way I would have given you a shot at the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship."

(He hisses like a serpent before chanting in a Native-American accent.)

Psychotic Goth: "Yet you seem to be in a self inflicted conflict of your own making. You seem to need sexual comfort when it comes to women. You seem to be hitting on women who don't want you and never wanted you. Maybe you should be consulting with Rally Jackson since he has so many sex workers and whores that he may lend you one for a price."

(Psychotic Goth hisses like a serpent before laughing demonically.)

Psychotic Goth: "Yet you trust Oxford Osland who's been hitting on women and yet he can't even get a date with any woman on the roster or the female interviewers. What a coincidence that the two of you should run into each other to form a women's pursuers club."

(He bellows in a Native-American accent.)

Psychotic Goth: "However, you should be concentrating on this match Eddie D. as I am very focused on this match. I always am focused on my matches and you are also focused but that was before you've been attempting to hit on the Amazons. It makes one wonder if you just want to win this championship just to show off for the women of SWAT."

(Psychotic Goth roars in a Native-American accent.)

Psychotic Goth: "Do you think that winning the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship will improve your chances. Here's a bit of advice from 'The King of the Goths' just be yourself and actually he honest with women. Maybe they will take you seriously
Eddie D. but then again you won't take me seriously. Nobody ever does do that if they ask for my consultation."

(He screams in a Native-American accent as he hisses like a serpent.)

Psychotic Goth: "Now getting back to our match. I shall be leading my gothic hordes into battle as I defend my crown and scepter against you as you attempt to storm my castle walls and raid my castle and kingdom. You shall not find my castle as easy to storm as the last time. Do you know why it won't be so easy this time."

(Psychotic Goth raises his head and there is a serpent around his neck.)

Psychotic Goth: "It's because I'm 'The Serpent of SWAT' and you think I was cold when we first met. You are going to see an even more colder champion. You are going to see 'The Psychotic One' unleash venom that shall make your soul suffer great horrors that even you never experienced."

(He kisses the serpent as it's tongue flicks out.)

Psychotic Goth: "Yes Eddie D. I shall spread my darkness and evil throughout SWAT and I shall fill your body and mind with fear. You shall see me unleash my tortured soul and it shall consume you with it's hunger and sate it's thirst on your blood. Be assured that I shall do just that and then some. You shall be seeing a more savage opponent in this championship match than the last time."

(Psychotic Goth laughs maniacally.)

Psychotic Goth: "Make no mistake I'm not going to take any opponent lightly since I never do take anyone lightly. You see Eddie D. I take all opponents seriously and you shall see why I take all opponents seriously. I'm that type of individual and I'm that type of champion who shall defend this SWAT World Heavyweight Championship on ever Battleground show against everyone."

(He roars in a Native-American accent.)

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight 'The Serpent of SWAT' shall be slithering like this serpent around my neck and stalking you ready to strike at anytime and when I shall do so is my knowledge and my knowledge only. You shall not know what I'm up to until it's too late and even then you shall never know what I'm thinking or going to do."

(Psychotic Goth hisses like a serpent.)

Psychotic Goth: "This is what you are in for Eddie D. and the unknown shall be your undoing since I never tell anyone what I have in mind. I never tell anything to anyone and I don't answer to anyone and I mean anyone not you or the management. I do what I want and when I want and nobody is going to take my championship. Nobody is going to take my crown and scepter. Not even you Eddie D."

(He roars like a beast.)

Psychotic Goth: "Then there is the newest contender for my championship El Pequeno Dinosaurio. You defeated me in your debut and won my SWAT Television Championship. Now you want me again and be assured that you earned my full respect. Yes El Pequeno Dinosaurio I shall be more than happy to defend against you when the time comes. Now I haven't forgotten about you Frostbite and I shall face you too when the time comes and I shall keep my word."

(He lowers his head and raises his arms before flinging his head back revealing his pale handsome goth like looks.)

Psychotic Goth: "Come one and come all comers starting with you Eddie D. Nobody shall be deprived of their shot. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall make my vow come true."

The tron blinks out and the scene slowly fades to black.)

[Donzig]

Donzig is shown in a very nice office, he is pacing back and forth still wearing his mask. His gaze flicking across the wall of certificates and diplomas, and he tilts his head before glancing across the room to where a few family pictures hang. He walks over to them, straightening a few before he turns to look at the desk. A slow shake of his skull masked face, and he crosses the room to start turning the desk. Then he shifts a few plants near the window before the door opens. A pretty blonde woman walks inside, adjusting her glasses as she stares at him. Her lips press into a thin line, and she clears her throat before Donzig turns to stare at her in that skull mask. 'The Feng Shui in this room is entirely off.'

The woman blinks, and closes the door. 'I don't believe in Feng Shui.'

'I can tell.' Donzig snorts, sounding bemused as he turns to move one of the plants to the desk. The woman stares at this leather clad and masked figure with a shake of her head, and then she adjusts her glasses to walk over to settle down behind the moved desk. She produces a pen, making a few notes before she clears her throat again. 'I am Doctor Carter, and you must be Mister Donzig.'

He paused, head tilting before he snorts. 'Everyone keeps calling me that, and frankly it is tiresome. We all know that Donzig is not my surname.'

The woman frowned, and tapped the pen against her pad. 'Well, your surname seems to have been redacted on every file we have.'

'Ah, lawyers. Good for something besides writing my contracts after all.' Donzig purred, and he nodded to himself contently. Dr. Carter frowned, and she leaned forward as she motioned to one of the chairs that now faced where her desk had once been. Donzig turned to stare at them, and then glanced back at her with a hiss. 'Really? After I warned you about the Feng Shui? Do you know how much dark energy my presence brings into a room?'

'Get a chair.' she grumbled, and Donzig grabbed a chair to drag it over. He dropped down onto it arrogantly as always, a leg kicked up over the arm of it as he leans back. The empty eyes of the mask looking at her, and she reached up to rub the bridge of her nose. And then she pulled off her glasses, sitting them aside before she gestured. 'Let's start with the mask, you should take it off. I want to speak to you. Unless you need the mask? Does it make you feel safe? Is this a luchador thing?'

Donzig snorted, and his hand lifted slowly to tug the mask off. He stared at it for a long moment, and he shrugged. 'A luchador wears a mask because that is his persona in the ring, that is who he is when he is wrestling, when he is about his business. I take my mask off when I wrestle, because you see? That is my real face. I wear this mask because it makes it easier to not do the things I do when I am in the ring, to not be about my business. To separate from it do you understand?'

The doctor stared at him, her lip caught between her teeth as she considered that. And her pen moved again, and she arched a brow. 'You make it sound like you become someone else when you are in the ring.'

'We are all someone else, Doctor. All characters in someone else's story, eh?' Donzig stared at the mask, and he arched a brow at her. His fingers slowly drifting across the skull as he tilted his head.

'Very well. You often use language that makes it sound like you are in a dystopia. That the world is a terrible, evil place and only you can see it. Apocalyptic

language if you will. In fact--' She paused, and grabbed for some papers on her desk to slowly read them before she spoke up again. 'You described SWAT as a house of festering lies? Can you explain this?'

Donzig stared at her, his eyes wide before he lowered the mask. His fingers dragged through his beard, before he smirked. 'The fact you have to ask me that? That proves I am not crazy. Not at all.'

'What?'

Donzig rose from the seat, and he paced back and forth before the desk. His shoulders rolling as he waved a hand at the office, and then he spoke again with a shake of his head. 'If this is a dystopia? You wouldn't know it. The Dystopia would seem normal to you, it would be a utopia because by it's very nature? It is only a dystopia if you can see it! And the fact you can't see the house of lies, eh? That is because it is lies, if you saw the truth? You wouldn't have to ask! You're the insane one, you've been maimed and don't even know it!'

Dr. Carter stared at him, and she tapped the pen against the pad before she started to make a few more notes. And then she sat forward, lowering the pad to the desk as her eyes looked up at that cold expressionless face with those dark eyes. And she nodded slowly. 'So the fact I can't see reality is a lie means you are telling the truth?'

Donzig grunted, and she rubbed at the bridge of her nose again before she grabbed the pad once more. He started to pace again, and she sighed. 'Let's do some word association. I'll say a word and you say the first thing that comes into your mind.'

Donzig waved a hand, eyeing the pictures once more before looking towards the diplomas.

'Mother.'

'Pain.'

'Father.'

'Death.'

'Happiness.'

Dr. Carter looked up from her notes, frowning as Donzig was looking down at her. And then he scowled slightly, and tilted his head. 'Weakness.'

She nodded slowly, and then she reached into a drawer on her desk. And she produced a series of cards, slowly shuffling them before she held up a card covered in an inkblot. 'I trust you know what a Rorschach test is? Your colleague Eddie took one last week I think?'

Donzig frowned, a brow lifting. 'I wouldn't call him a colleague. But yes, I am aware.' Dr. Carter held up the card, and Donzig stared at it for a long moment. His head tilted one way and then the other, and his hand lifted to tap against his lips. Then he gestured vaguely, dismissively at the card. 'I see an inkblot.'

She held up another card, and he stared before he hissed. 'Inkblot.'

Another.

'Inkblot.'

She sighed, and sat the cards aside before she folded her hands on the desk in front of her. She took a deep breath, and then glared at Donzig before she spoke in a low angry voice. 'Your files, which I promise you are numerous indicate you are highly intelligent and manipulative. I am not going to sit here and fall for these games like your other doctors have. I have a duty.'

Donzig smiled, a slow awful expression that seemed out of place on that face. And his dark eyes narrowed, they were not smiling. And he tsked, slowly turning away from the desk to pace once more. 'A duty? Let's start there, Doctor. Is your duty to the patient? To me? To help me get better? Whatever, the fuck that means. Because I promise you we are fine. We are most pleased with the way things are going, and content. Or is your duty to the company to make sure I will be a good boy and not do anything--' A pause, and he shrugged before turning to look at her. 'excessive. Because you have no way to promise that either, I have built an entire career, an entire fucking legacy on being unpredictable. I am the whirlwind, I am the Scourge, and Chaos is my weapon of choice. So to which duty do you speak?'

Dr. Carter blinked, and she stared at him as her pen faltered in it's note taking. The cold voice was the same, but something had changed. Donzig nodded at her slowly, and he flexed his gloved fingers as he examined the diplomas on the wall. Sniffing before he adjusted one of them with a fingertip, and he looked over to the other wall. 'Your duty as a daughter? You failed at that. Your father was very disappointed in you wasn't he, Dr. Carter? And he is not at all pleased with your husband either is he?'

She blinked as though she had been slapped, her cheeks reddening as she slapped a hand down on the desk. 'Now see here! There is no way you can--'

'Your father is hanging slightly askew of these diplomas, he is looking away. The way you are looking away from your husband. Your father is as far as away from the pictures of your husband as possible, and both of their pictures can not be seen from where your desk used to be.' Donzig waved a hand, turning to stare at her. His arms folding over his chest, and he shrugged. 'No doubt, your husband wants children but you're here. And your father wanted you to go to a better school, and you settled for love. Now look at you, failing at both. And failing in your duty to serve a company?'

Dr. Carter was furious, her pen clutched tight in her fingers as she glared at him. 'You think you can hurt me?'

'I just did.' Donzig said, shrugging. 'People are just pawns, doctor. Pieces in a game, and you can either run the board? Or not.'

'What about Sinclair?' the doctor snapped. And Donzig's entire face changed, and he crossed the room in a blink. Papers and books were scattered from the desk as he lunged across it, his fingers digging into the wood as he snarled. His teeth bared as those eyes were full of a horrible kind of life, just anger and hate as Dr. Carter fell back in her chair as she stared up at him. His voice came out in a growl, a near scream that made the hair on her arms stand up as he jabbed a finger at her.

'That is none of your concern!'

Donzig drew back, taking a deep breath as the color drained from his cheeks. He lifted a gloved hand, slowly raking his fingers through his beard before he rolled his shoulders. Then he stepped back, nodding to himself before he licked his lips. His hand closed on the mask, and he stared down at it before he started to pace again. 'Well played, Doctor. You struck a nerve, you'll pay for it.'

Dr. Carter took a deep breath, swallowing as she reached for her pen again. And she frowned, her mouth opening as she started to speak. And then the phone rang, and then rang again before she looked up to see Donzig staring at her. He waved a hand absently, and she reached for the phone. 'Hello? Yes, he is here. What? You want me to cancel the evaluation? You what?'

She frowned, staring at Donzig before she nodded at the phone. 'Yes, sir. Very clear, I will take care of it. Yes, I will put him on.' She held up the phone, clearly unhappy as she leaned back in the chair. Donzig snatched the phone, and grunted as he listened before he nodded.

'Good. Yes, I appreciate it.' Donzig hung up the phone, and he tossed the phone onto the desk. He looked around the office, shrugging before he slowly pulled on the mask. And he glared down at the doctor before he started towards the door, waving a hand absently as he muttered. 'Feng Shui, I told you.'

[Isabel Rios]

“Hey SWAT! Hope everyone’s having a good time!”

We open on a smiling, waving Isabel Rios, standing on a beach in a black bikini with the High Voltage™ logo on it, the Amazons championship belt draped over her shoulder, sunglasses on her face.

“Just wanted to reach out to everyone. I’m sorry I can’t be there in person for the show, but I’m training real hard for my defense over in NPW on May 25th against Esmerelda von Kruss who is, to my understanding, a genuine supervillain? Not sure what that’s about but hey, like I’ve said, fighting champ right here so sure, why not.”

She glances around the beach before looking back to the camera.

“Okay, so full disclosure I’m not exactly training right this second, I’m doing a photoshoot for High Voltage and I brought the belt because you better believe I’m rocking this belt in every photoshoot I do from now on! But I promise, I put in my two hours at the gym this morning and I’m gonna be running wind sprints in the sand when I’m done. Anyway, just wanted to make sure y’all know I’m not forgetting about you. And now I need to get back to work.”

She runs her fingers through her hair, shaking it out a little before grinning.

“Ah… it’s good to be the champ.”

With that Isabel shoots the camera a grin and a peace sign as the shot fades out.

[frostbite]

Outside the arena..

It is roughly close to almost to the top of the hour as once again SWAT has another full capacity crowd on hand tonight here in the Motor City, but tonight the city of Detroit is really hot and humid as summer which has not in full swing well that appears to be the case. We see a long stretch black limousine approaches the arena, the rims are actually decked out in solid gold and the windows are bulletproof and tinted somebody must have quite a bit of money, as the limo slowly pulls into the parking lot and right around to the back of the arena. The limo comes to a stop as the driver door swings open, as our camera catches the limo driver with his head down not getting a really good view of this person, but they look quite sharp, as they are decked out in a pair of black dress pants, as our cameras zoom upward we see this person is wearing a white dress shirt and a black bow tie, but with hear turned up in this fair city you can see a drop of sweat running down their neck. As our camera continue zoom upward we see this person has jet, black hair, short we might add. This person has a black mustache but it appears it might have been trimmed up a little. The limo driver picks up their head..

Jeremy Tucker.. Wait that is Texas Pete.

Andrew Fulton.. I believe you are right. I thought we would never see him ever again.

Jeremy Tucker.. The last time we saw him Frostbite threw him into a box and set it on fire. But I must admit, Texas Pete looks good.

Andrew Fulton.. I have to agree. But why is he driving a limo?

Texas Pete moves a few feet to right behind him, as he opens the door. Our cameras once again, catch a pair of faded blue jeans and a pair of blue and white shoes are about to step out of the limo, whoever it is, gets out of the limo as they appear to be standing up as our cameras zoom upward to capture this person wearing a blue tee shirt as the cameras also capture the short blonde hair, as the camera goes in for a closer look we see the Detroit night sky captures the intense look in this person blue eyes.

Crowd. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO........

Andrew Fulton.. Frostbite is here.

Jeremy Tucker.. But why is Texas Pete driving him around?

Frostbite looks him up and down with a digusted look in his eyes.

Frostbite.. What a great turn a couple of miles Back? I thought you knew this area like the back of your hand. You stupid ass, you got us lost. You are mighty damn lucky that you got us back on track.

He looks back into the limo. And then pulls his head back out and looks at Texas Pete.

Frostbite.. Well are you going to do your job, and help her out.

Texas Pete walk a away from Frostbite as he races over to the other side of the limo as he opens the door and reaches inside, as Frostbite races over there as well. Texas Pete pulls out Frostbite cellphone with the pic of the SWAT World title on it.

Andrew Fulton.. Frostbite woman looking good as usually.

Jeremy Tucker.. You know that is his cellphone right?

Andrew Fulton.. That is the love of his life, you should not talk bad about her.

Jeremy Tucker.. All I said that was his phone. How is that talking bad about a phone.

Andrew Fulton.. If Frostbite hears you he might set you on fire. Do I have to remind you what he did to your car.

Jeremy Tucker.. And he owes me a new car.

Andrew Fulton.. Good luck collecting on that one.

Frostbite gives Texas Pete a stern look.

Frostbite.. Are you going to do your damn job and help the lady out?

Texas Pete reaches in and pulls out the phone with his right hand as he shuts the door with his left.

Frostbite.. Hurry up. I have a meeting with Paul and Armand shortly. We need to go over some important business.

As he is hurrying Texas Pete, he stumbles on a crack in the sidewalk that is a few feet from the backdoor as Frostbite cellphone comes flying out of his hand, as the cameras catch a worried l9om on his face as his blue eyes are about to pop out in the back of his head, but Frostbite races over as he stretches out and makes the catch before the phone hits the ground.

Frostbite.. Are you alright my love?

Texas Pete picks himself off the ground as Frostbite races over and grabs him by his throat and pushes him up against the building.

Frostbite.. You clumsy son of a bitch. You almost drop my woman. I should set you on fire right now.

Frostbite looks into his left hand as he looks over at his phone as he looks at it as if it might be saying something to him.

Frostbite.. Honey, I understand, my lawyer cut a deal. I would have to pay his medical bills but instead of doing that I had to give him a job to help support his five kids. But damn it, he almost hurt you.

He looks into Texas Pete eyes as the young man is gasping for air as Frostbite is squeezing his throat even tighter.

Frostbite.. What in the hell do you see this low life? Do you love him more than me. I got this limo for you. I told you a thousand times, if you come with me, I will give you all if this and more.

He looks back over to his phone.

Frostbite.. Why do you keep doing this to me my love? I think you have a thing for Texas Pete here. I bet he can not give you what I can give you.

He looks back over to the phone until he releases the grip that he had on Texas Pete throat as he drops to his knees trying to get some air back into his lungs.

Frostbite.. Honey, I give this man a damn job. All he has to do his take care if you and do whatever you ask of him and the first thing he does he almost drops you. Please let me burn his ass.

Frostbite drops his head.

Frostbite.. I know you are right love. I need to control my jealous rage. I do not want another man to harm you or hold you. I am your only love, you know that right. I know you told me to hire this loser, but he needs to do a better job of looking after you, because if he fails again, I will burn his ass.

Texas Pete pulls himself up off the ground as Frostbite puts his phone in his hand.

Frostbite.. Watch your step. She is my life, do not let anything bad happen to her. Because if something does then I will burn your ass, I promise you that.

He looks at his phone.

Frostbite.. Now my love wants some coffee, so you need to that right now, she likes to two lumps of sugar and little bit of creamer. Make sure it is hot too, my love deserves the very best.

Texas Pete opens the door leading into the arena as he is about to walk through, but Frostbite sticks out his right arm.

Frostbite.. Where in the hell do you think you are going? You hold the door opening for me. I do not know who in the hell you think you are? You are a nobody, and I am a member of the KGB, and a champion many times in my career. And you think you should go ahead of me. Hold that door open for me.

Texas Pete allows Frostbite to walk in, as he follows right behind him.

Frostbite.. Go and get my woman her coffee.

Texas Pete takes Frostbite phone as they go there separate ways.

Frostbite.. Good help is so hard to find. He is lucky my love has a soft spot.

He shakes his head.

Frostbite.. I know three individuals that will not be so lucky tonight. You have three that are going to step up to the plate and protect the locker room. How noble of You? Lucky Linda, you see I have plenty of beef with you. It goes all the way back to that little match that you were suppose to be part of. You know the war games. I was on your team but you bailed on it. For a tear people want to point fingers at me because I betrayed team SWAT, when in fact it was you that let the team down. So tonight, I will get payback for left me holding the bag. You really believe that you have a chance to defeat the KGB? Dreams are meant to be broken and so are some bones. That may very well happen later on this evening.

Texas Pete returns with Frostbite cell phone and a cup of coffee.

Frostbite.. I hope you realize that you are going to help you drink that right?

Texas Pete gives him a strange look.

Frostbite.. What is that look for?

Frostbite smacks the back of his head as he drops the cup of coffee onto the floor but lucky for him not the phone.

Frostbite.. You stupid son of a bitch. You need to go and get her another cup.

Texas Pete walk a away once again with Frostbite phone.

Frostbite.. Union Jack and Dinosauro Pequeno, I do not understand why you have decided to jump onboard to help out Lucky Linda. But whatever that reason might be, it was the worse decision of your careers. These past few months, the KGB has been laying wake to everybody in our path and you three are no different then anybody else. You three will not make any difference whatsoever. You will fall victim to the greatest group ever put together. Paul is back on board nothing will stop us and well to be honest nobody will stop me, until we are together. And if setting the three of you on fire gets me a step closer to my love, then it will be done.

He drops his head but slowly picks it back up with an intense look in his blue eyes and a wicked smiles across his lips.

Frostbite.. There is nothing like the smell of burned flesh in the air.

He laughs.

Frostbite.. So what, it be done, but one of you three want to burn tonight. Somebody will be sacrifice but then again maybe it will be all three.

Texas Pete comes back once again with his phone and a cup of coffee.

Frostbite,, I will let my love decide.

BURN, BABY BURN...

He let's out a sadistic laugh as he walks away with Texas Pete and his phone as the scene fades out.

[SinclairGodfrey]

Katie Moss smiles nervously before she rapped her knuckles on the battered metal door which was clearly somewhere deep in the arena. The door screamed in protest as it was opened, and Sinclair Godfrey stepped out with a frown. She jerked her coat clear of the door, and shoved her phone into her pocket as she turned to regard Katie with a faint sneer. Her hand lifted, and her fingers motioned as though in dismissal. 'If you have come so I can offer Eddie relationship advice since that seems to be a thing tonight? Donzig always tells me that trust and communication are the foundations of any relationship.'

Katie Moss blinked, and lifted her mic with a confused smile. 'Ah, does that work?'

'The children of the Void don't trust anyone, and Donzig certainly doesn't. And well, he is sometimes not the best at communicating.' Sinclair frowned, and then shook her head. A glare cast at Moss before she snapped her coat angrily before she pointed a finger at her. 'You know what? Maybe you should ask me a real question! Maybe you should ask me what I think of our Amazons Champion!'

Another blink, and a nervous shrug as she lifted the mic. 'Ah, okay. What do you thi--'

'Good question!' snapped Godfrey, and she waved her hand in Moss' face before she snatched the mic. She glared at the camera, lips twisting into a smirk. 'Isabel Rios. The Amazons Champion! But is she here? She claims to be a fighting champion, that she is going to defend her belt anywhere against anyone! But everytime I look around? She is getting tattoos, she is doing photo shoots, she is lounging around in a resort in a bikini! But I don't see her in Detriot, I don't see her name on the card!'

Moss looked nervous as Sinclair frowned at her, and she shook her head before the mic was brought up again. Mocking the champion with a sing song voice. 'Oh, I promise I did my two hours at the gym, I will do some wind sprints on the beach later.' Is this what we want representing the Amazons division? This is outrageous! You're taking the Championship belt to photo shoots?'

Sinclair shook her head, arms folding over her stomach as she sneered. 'Maybe if you would be so kind as to bother to grace the arena with your presence? We'll see how much of a fighting champion you are! I can see just how hard are you training!'

'Are you issuing a chall--' asked Katie, falling silent as she was once more silenced when Sinclair lifted a hand to her face.

'Isabel Rios, sat here last month getting ink done? And it presumed to lecture us all about chaos?' Sinclair snorted, and gave a short laugh before she spread her arms wide before the mic was brought back to her lips. 'Look at me, Isabel. I know all about chaos, and when? If? You can drag yourself away from Instagram, and your photoshoots? I will give you all the chaos you can handle.'

Sinclair shoved the mic back into Katie's hands, waving a hand before she spun on her heel with a snap of her coat as she reached to shove the door open again. Muttering angrily as she glanced over her shoulder. 'The only person more annoying than her? Is the 'Bathtub Bombshell'! Now if you will excuse me? I have business to take care of.'

Katie Moss opened her mouth, a hand lifting before the door was slammed shut again with a loud squeal of hinges. And she shrugged to the camera, before turning to walk back down the dimly lit hallway.

[SWAT Team]

Nimbooda Nimbooda hits and Rajiv and Mohammad Khan come down to the ring riding on their Elephant Sabu. Sabu slow walks to the ring and then Rajiv and Mohammad run down his trunk and sommersault over the ropes into the ring.

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome back fans. First match of the night about to get underway. We have The Indian Assassins in the ring, they are set to take on Team Fairtex in what shapes to be a big momentum match going into next weeks Anzac Cup.

Andrew Fulton : If the Indians are ever to win one, this will be the one.

Jeremy Tucker : (scoffs) Please. Team Fairtex are Tag Team specialists, former SWAT Tag Team Champions and also the very First Ever Anzac Cup winners. They are going to steam roll over the Khans.

Frank Salazar : That following contest is a tag team match and is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first, hailing from Mumbai, India. Coming in at a combined weight of 438 lbs … RAJIV KHAN … MOHAMMAD KHAN …. THE INDIAN ASSASSINS!!!

And now introducing their opponents, hailing from Bangkok, Thailand. Coming in at a combined weight of 470 pounds ....... TONG AND PHANTAM FAIRTEX!!!

The UFC Remix hits and Tong and Phantom Fairtex make their way onto the ramp way. They are both wearing Team Fairtex singlets and psyching each other up, they high five the fans and do a few poses and then go over some last minute plans.

Andrew Fulton : Referee Vick Mackey calls for the bell and this one is under way.

Jeremy Tucker : Tong and Rajiv starting it out, and Tong goes right on the offence and Over the hip Sideheadlock takeover, then a Textbook Suplex and then an Atomic drop suplex. Tong tags in Phantam.

Andrew Fulton : Double clothesline and then Phantam with a Lightning over the head belly to belly suplex!

Jeremy Tucker : Phantam tags Tong back in, double hip toss from Team Fairtex and then Tong with an Atomic drop, follows up with a Belly to back suplex!

Andrew Fulton : Rajiv is bouncing around the ring like a beach ball.

Jeremy Tucker : Team Fairtex with their own Bash at the Beach.

Andrew Fulton : Shut up Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Tong tags in Phantam and he throws Rajiv into his corner and Rajiv thankfully tags in his cousin Mohammad.

Andrew Fulton : Mohammad comes in and eats a Russian legsweep, followed up by a Dragon suplex and then a Gutwrench suplex!

Jeremy Tucker : Mohammad not fairing any better than Rajiv. Phantam tags in Tong and Double high flying dropkick, Tong holds opponent as Phantam executes sommersault legdrop!

Andrew Fulton : Phantam exits the ring and Tong tags him back in.

Jeremy Tucker : Double snap suplex!

Andrew Fulton : Tong holds opponent as Phantam executes springboard moonsault!

Jeremy Tucker : Tong goes out and Phantam tags him right back in. Quick tags here by the specialists. They run into the other corner and double elbow Rajiv off the apron and then Spike piledriver!!! Mohammad is dust.

Andrew Fulton : Spike Brainbuster! Phantam with the cover ….

Jeremy Tucker : Cover from Phantam

One ………..

Two ………….

THREE!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Just a formality. Told you the Indians didn’t stand a chance.

Jeremy Tucker : Sure you did Andy. Sure_you_did. Team Fairtex putting the rest of SWAT on notice. They want that Anzac Cup and they are coming for it!

[Deleted]

The moment the door to the hotel room closed, he could feel it. Like a burning fire within his very soul, the hot embers melting away at his resolve slowly.

Setting his bag down, it was noticeably lighter without the Television Championship. Union Jack and Lil MC would be done checking in soon. This was a rare chance to have Vanessa alone, “You’re sure you can’t do anything about it?” He blurted out.

He knew the answer, likely he just wanted to hear it aloud. She took a breath sighing. “As I said two times before. I don’t make the matches. If management wants you versus the KGB. That’s the match, it doesn’t matter that you challenged Goth. Eddie D is the only person with a better claim to a title shot than you. Since he’s the one who got the match, there’s not really much for you to do but wait.”

Glaring at her behind the mask, his Latino temper was beginning to get the best of him, “Wait? While your new project runs around with my championship?! Wait?! While Goth goes from losing to me to getting World title matches? Goth didn’t even mention my challenge Vanessa! And you want me to wait?! I’m tired of waiting like some cabron! What are you doing to get me my rematch? Or a World Championship match?”

She was stunned, she knew he’d been frustrated, but that was supposed to have been behind them. Yet, he wasn’t finished. “Osland gets the belt, my belt. And I have to watch you fawn over him…” Feeling her phone buzz, she glances down quickly, a reflex. A mistake. “…that’s him right now, isn’t it?! This is exactly my point, everything lately is Osland. Tell me, what are you doing for Jack and I?” He’d been saving that up for weeks, it felt good to get it off his chest.

With the weight taken from his shoulders, he paces the room ready for a counter attack that never comes. She was gathering herself, she should have seen this coming. Since losing the Television Championship, he’d been unsure of himself. That was where his impatience was coming from. Self doubt.

“I thought we were past this?” She started, shaking her head.. “I can’t believe you. I mean, Osland said you’d be jealous of his success and my new business relationship, but I never believed him, but this?” Pointing straight at him, she was scolding him now as a sister might a brother.

“And for your information, I do not fawn over Oxford Osland! I am his agent, and nothing more! And another thing, unlike you, at least he does his best to keep me busy with potential marketing ideas, business meetings, movie roles. He wants to be a star! And I want to be the one that helps him get there!” Yelling the last part, she surprised even herself, they hadn’t fought like this since they were kids.

Quieting his voice, he was raised not to raise his voice to a lady. If she wanted things professional, so be it. “My apologies Miss Martinez, I’ll be sure to keep things professional like your new friend Mr. Osland. Now if you’ll excuse me…” He crouched, picking up his bag before tossing it onto the far bed, effectively claiming it.

Clearing the tiled entry and short beige carpeting, he was out the door the moment the black bag collided with the green floral print of the sheets, leaving a stunned and emotionally charged Vanessa alone. He needed time to think. He still hadn’t come to terms with how he had lost. It wasn’t his fault!

The pressure to be successful as not just a second generation wrestler, but the son of a Mexican National Hero. It made his accomplishments dull and his mistakes shine.

In reality; things were going well, better than well actually. It wouldn’t be an overstatement to say that any other rookie would kill to be in his position.

Trained from the time he could walk, access to the greatest trainers he could have hoped for, he had an agent before he even had a contract, televised matches right out of the gate, Television Championship reign. All at just nineteen years old. He tried to remind himself of how much he had to be grateful for.

As he exited the hotel, the moment the air hit him he felt regret. A walk would clear his mind, when he got back he would go and apologize to Vanessa. No sooner than the thought crossed his mind, than he noted the rental car the four of them shared leaving the hotel parking.

‘Probably off the cater to that jackass Osland.’ He thought as his anger returned to him. He cursed himself. He’d sent her straight to Osland’s waiting arms.

He started to walk, unsure of exactly where he would go. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, his heart rate quickened, as did his cadence.

A turn here, another there and within a matter of moments, he had put some four blocks between himself and the hotel. He didn’t recognize anything suddenly, he was lost.

That was the moment he stopped. He pulled out his phone, looking up his way back. Why did he care?

Vanessa was a grown woman, and he a grown man. They weren’t children any longer and as much as he fought what he could only assume, being an only child, was brotherly instinct. If she wanted to surround herself with juvenile types like Osland and Williams, that was on her. His sights were on the Anzac Cup, he and Jack had a championship to win.

[SWAT Team]

[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 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.]

Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first currently in the ring, hailing from O’ahu, Hawaii and coming in at 5’10 & 180 pounds ….. KAUPENA YOON!!!!

And his opponent … hailing from Pittsburgh, PA and coming in at 6’ & 215 pounds … accompanied by Sinclair Godfrey …. DONZIG!!!!

[The lights go down, and then come up an angry red. Flames explode from the either 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 : And we are under way here, Donzig and Yoon, two guys making a big impact here at SWAT and whoever wins this one will be certainly moving up the pecking order.

[They lock up and Donzig with a bevy of right hands, Yoon fights back and they are exchanging lefts and rights, Yoon ducks under one and grabs the back off Donzig’s head and nails a neckbreaker.]

Andrew Fulton : He is quick this Hawaiian.

Jeremy Tucker : This Hawaiian? His name is Kaupena Yoon!

Andrew Fulton : Easy for you to say.

Jeremy Tucker : Yoon whips Donzig to the ropes and Donzig grabs them and stops the bounce, pointing to his head saying he is too smart for that. Sinclair is applauding him and Yoon charges him while he is distracted and a DIVING BATTERING RAM sends them both thru the ropes to the outside!

Andrew Fulton : You can’t take your eyes off Yoon for even a second! He is too quick this jumping bean.

Jeremy Tucker : Both men on the floor and the landing seems to have taken it out of Yoon also, and Donzig grabs him and rams his head into the ring apron, then slides him roughly into the ring.

Andrew Fulton : Donzig clutches at his back and then rolls in also and stomps away angrily on Yoon. I like the look of this guy!

Jeremy Tucker : You would, he is as crazy as a pet coon, I don’t think a whole team of shrinks could help him.

Andrew Fulton : He don’t need a team, one phone call and all was sorted from what I saw.

Jeremy Tucker : Yeah. Who was that ringing the doc?

Andrew Fulton : Seems Donzig has some friends in high places.

Jeremy Tucker : I smell a rat.

Andrew Fulton : Donzig stays on the offence and delivers a face breaker knee smash.

Jeremy Tucker : Big spinebuster from Donzig. Took the air right out of Yoon and Donzig with a cover

One …………..

Two …………………

Kick out by Yoon

Andrew Fulton : Donzig goes for a double arm DDT but Yoon slides out of it and unleashes with a flurry of punches and then a running head scissor take down. He slid right out of him, check that oil ref!

Jeremy Tucker : Yoon now on a roll and nails a roaring elbow! And he is hamming it up after that, the crowd getting into this and right behind him.

Andrew Fulton : What a show pony.

Jeremy Tucker : Yoon now with a handstand head scissors take down! He is a highlight reel!

Andrew Fulton : Donzig rolls out of the head scissors to his feet, bounces off the ropes and a charging Lou Thesz Press! Cop that Yoon!

Jeremy Tucker : What did Yoon ever do to upset you?

Andrew Fulton : You like who you like Jerry and I will like who I do.

Jeremy Tucker : Donzig now with some mounted punches on Yoon. Yoon rolls him off though and lands a sort of laying pele kick while both were on the mat.

Andrew Fulton : Yoon goes for a whip, no, Donzig reverses it! Yes! NO!!! Yoon with a big handspring elbow!

Jeremy Tucker : This guy can do it all! Standing shooting star press!!!! Cover by Yoon ….

One …………..

Two ……………….

Thre …

Andrew Fulton : Donzig rolled the shoulder just in time.

Jeremy Tucker : Yoon questioning the count …. BLACK MIST!!! DONZIG with the Black Mist right in the eyes!

Andrew Fulton : Yes! That mask just got an upgrade! And even though I think it would protect somewhat from that mist it still gets thru into the eyes and Yoon is blinded here!

Jeremy Tucker : 25:17! (unprettier) Yoon is now on dream street!

Andrew Fulton : Middle rope lion sault ….

Jeremy Tucker : Yoon stumbling to his feet …. EVENT HORIZAN!!! (Stunner)

Andrew Fulton : That’s got to be it! No one kicks out of that!

Jeremy Tucker : Ref Vick Mackey drops for the count as Donzig hooks the leg …

One …………….

Two ………………

THREE!!!!

Andrew Fulton : He got him! Big win there to Donzig!

Jeremy Tucker : Tainted win in my eyes, had to use the mist in the eyes, should have been a dq!

Andrew Fulton : (scoffs) Please Jerry, he was toying with him and could have put him away whenever he liked. He just did that for the fans.

Jeremy Tucker : The fans don’t seem too pleased. Sinclair is in there and raising his arm and listen to them boo’ing him.

Frank Salazar : Winner of the match …. DONZIG!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Jealousy Jerry. Pure jealousy.

Jeremy Tucker : Sinclair then starts laying the boots into Yoon. Come on ref! This is uncalled for. They won the match,

Andrew Fulton : Now Donzig is joining her and both of them laying the boots into Yoon! This is brilliant! That will teach these unwashed in the crowd to boo.

Jeremy Tucker : Wait a minute! Here comes someone to the ring with a chair. Sinclair and Donzig bail from the ring and THAT’S DEVON D’ANDRE!

Andrew Fulton : What’s he think he is doing coming down here?

Jeremy Tucker : He is teaming with Yoon in the Anzac Cup and he had seen enough of that bad sportsmanship by Donzig and Godfrey.

[D’Andre helps Yoon to his feet and Donzig and Godfrey taunt them both as they head to the back.]

[vastrix]

Armand von Krauss stands outside of the hotel, smoking his Egyptian cigarette. He would not ordinarily be at such a hotel, but the luxury places that he would normally go to are filled to capacity and his precious “Black Ship” that he flew around in is gone. He watches as Pequeno Dinosaurio walks out of the hotel and observes him watching the rental car leaving before taking off on a walk.

Armand von Krauss: Folge ihm. Melde dich bei mir.

Two shadows break away from the shadow cast by the hotel building and streak off after Pequeno Dinosaurio. They flit from shadow to shadow as if that is what they were.

Armand von Krauss: You know, Pequeno. Your attention is distracted from the real threat. The KGB. You worry about Osland and Psychotic Goth. Oh poor you, no rematch for the Television title. Oh poor you, no World championship match. You decided to, how you say, “make eyes” with my beautiful bride. You decided to continue on the conversations and meetings with her, despite the fact that I have warned you not to. Gabriel and his pipe was just the beginning. I will finish the job that my subordinate began. I will show you and indeed the entire world that I am not to be trifled with. You will not disrespect me by trying to have an affair with my wife! People who have done this in the past have died for their affections!

Do not think that I am focused only on one person in this match. Union Jack, you attacked my subordinate in your friend’s name. You are lucky that I have not allowed him the honor of executing you and your little dwarf friend on the spot. Instead, I will take the pleasure of defeating you, Pequeno, and Lucky Linda. I may even use the lead pipe that you so eloquently used against my subordinate against you when it comes time for our match.

Union Jack, you turned this from a lesson to be taught into a war. Understand that in war, I do not take prisoners. I do not show mercy. You will be lucky if you will be able to walk once I get done with you.

It isn’t long before the shadows flit back to the protection of the hotel. Two pale humanoids stand in the shadows of the hotel. There is whispering that can be overheard, but not understood by the casual ear.

Armand von Krauss: He’s just walking and looking to find his way back to the hotel? Must have been an introspective walk then. Go back to your master and thank him for the favor.

Armand flicks his cigarette butt at the two humanoids and they dodge it as if it were a dangerous object. In a blink of an eye, they are gone. Armand lights himself another Egyptian cigarette, getting out his smart phone with his free hand.

Armand von Krauss: Speaking of beautiful wives. I wonder what mine is doing?

[thecomedian]

<Moments after "The Golden God" Rally Jackson's title loss to Psychotic Goth.  He is backstage in his locker room drinking a soy latte to cope with his pain.  I believe it is gluten free as well.>

Rally Jackson:  To everyone I have let down, I am sorry.  To all the Goth's out there that that vile human mocked as "psychotic" I'm sorry.  To all of the indigenous tribes located in the American continents that he generalized, I'm sorry.  To all the voiceless that I have given hope to, that were sick and tired of the pro wrestling culture stereotyping and insulting, I'm sorry.

It just means that my work here is not done.  The patriarch has won for now.  The establishment has won for now.  The institutions have won for now.

Or have they?

There are facts and there is our own personal truths.  The fact may be that Psychotic Goth beat me, definitively and cleanly.  But my own personal truth?  Is that I won that match.  My own personal truth is that I win every match from here to eternity.  My own personal truth is that every single wrestler, beginning today, will ride their bicycles to the arena.  To protect the environment.  To protect earth.  To protect *Her*.

<Bryan Gordon enters.>

Bryan Gordon:  Hey champ, nice win tonight.  Congratulations.  Sorry I'm late, had to find a spot to park my bike.

Rally Jackson:  What are you doing?  Get in your fucking costume!

Bryan Gordon:  Oops.  Bee Are Bee.

<Bryan Gordon exits for a few minutes and re-enters wearing a lucha outfit in the design of the Mandalorian.  Kinda like what Rey Mysterio does.  He looks like a cross between the Mandalorian and El Combatiente.>

Rally Jackson:  I would like to introduce my surprise tag team partner, El Combatilorian!!

We felt that El Combatiente insulted and offended the lucha libre community and we needed a way to make it up to them.  I went to my safe space for a few hours and came up with a solution.

<Bryan Gordon can barely see in his mask and walks into a wall.>

Rally Jackson:  Disney and I see eye to eye on a lot of things.  Dumbo, offensive.  Aladdin, offensive.  So what did Disney do?  They did something about it.  They were proactive and put disclaimers on all their offensive material.  Do not get me started on the muppets.

And I respect the hell out of them for that.  

We are not only paying tribute to the lucha community that Combatiente discriminated, but we are giving our friends over at Disney some free promotion and advertising their flagship show.

And I expect SWAT to follow suit with Disney's thinking and put a disclaimer in front of every offensive promo from every offensive wrestler.  Starting with the Hellhounds.

<Bryan Gordon still can't see where he is going.  He trips over Rally and lands groin first on his toy gun.>

Rally Jackson:  The Hellhounds imply existence of hell.  So in other words, these mouth breathers are promoting judeo christian values.  Why are they hounds of hell?  Why not the underworld?  Why not Jahannam?  

No, these Hellhounds are pushing their judeo christian beliefs on us.  Probably want to convert us.  What will you do Hounds?  Shock therapy until we admit the existence of heaven and hell?  Throw your bibles at us?

Typical tag team doesn't want to lose their vice grips on their patriarchal society of which they are considered kings.

I swear to yah weh, I will go to my safe space from now until the moment our match begins to come up with a strategy to defeat you.

Bryan Gordon:  Don't worry, according to our own personal truths we have already won.

Rally Jackson:  Let's go Combatilorian.  Let's make sure everyone backstage is wearing N95 masks.

<Fade.>

[eddied]

(Eddie is in the warmup area set up backstage at Off The Hook. Eddie stands for an impressive deadlift, places the weight down and then he stops and stares down the barrel of the lens and begins to speak. His tone is intense, not his usual affable self.)

EDDIE: Goth?! You seem upset. If it insulted you, if it felt as though it was denigrating to the title, that a promo with an embarrassing situation for me was broadcast on such a big night for us, take it up with the office. I bet Valentine had a hand in showing that particular gem tonight, but that's another problem to be dealt with on another night.
I respect the title, I respect the chance I have been given, I respect you and we both know it would be a hell of a lot easier on you if I didn't. If I thought I had it won just by showing up that would give you an edge. I don't underestimate you Goth, I don't disrespect you Goth I just know that I'm better than you. There's a difference.

Rest assured I have been preparing for this encounter. I don't even mean the title fight. I mean you and me, in the squared circle, mono e mono, has preoccupied me for a whole year. Maybe I didn't know when I won the rumble that I'd be facing you, but I knew that our paths would cross again. Don't pretend I have avoided you. While you were playing TV Champ I was courting the Main event slots. You hid from me in mediocrity and I don't remember hearing you clamoring to get into the ring with... this... much... awesome... (Eddie flexes and shows off his huge biceps) until your promo claiming so tonight. You ain't that stupid. No one volunteers to take me on, I come hunting for them and I finally have you in my sights.
I beat you before, but don't think I read too much into that. It wasn't a cake walk then and it won't be walk in the park tonight either. I have the edge tonight though... Here's why...

You seem to be under some illusion about being evil. Evil is a concept. You're not an embodiment of evil. You're a hairy man that loves talking dead languages. Just a man. Yeah you can smell evil at times and you look plenty mean, but you're not a myth or a spectre. You may have a vampire cosplayer in your corner and you may be one of the baddest fuckers to ever carry the belt, but you aint no serpent and you aint nothing but a man.
Thing is... I beat the living crap out of men every week.
It will be a man that steps through those ropes out there tonight to face me.
It will be a man that I beat 1...2...3 in that ring tonight.
And psychotic or not... That man will be you!

Don't delude yourself thinking that women will be on my mind tonight either. Don't try to get under my skin about my dealings with women or my attitude to women. I am big enough of a man to admit some mistakes have been made and some adjustments are needed in my life, but don't make me out to be a sex pest or a misogynist. My morals are just fine. I sleep soundly every night.
That said... Even though I am a better man than this crowd accepts me for, there won't a soul in that dumb crowd that will be cheering my name tonight. You can announce the devil as your saviour and hold your pagan forebears above the saints, but they will just laugh at it like you don't mean it. I know you believe and you live it all, but the fans are fickle and stupid like that. No fans look at things objectively anymore; they don't even believe their own eyes and ears anymore unless it's supported by their favourite celebrity sharing that view on the Twitterverse. They all just label me a thug and boo and just at the very mention of my name they'll hiss like they're at a pantomime. Whereas no matter how much of a deranged monster you try to portray, this crowd will still cheer your name tonight over mine. THE Big Deal will be the heel and THE Goth will be beloved and there's nothing you can do or say to change that.
That's because in their eyes I am more evil than you.
I am the despicable kingmaker that helped Trent Jones steal a little time carrying that belt on your shoulder.
I am the abuser of Blaze Freya, so rotten that I would cheat her out of victories even after slapping her... below the belt... so publicly and henously. 
I am the coward that abandoned the solo, heroic and lauded path to glory and joined a stable instead. Not just any stable. The KGB. The most feared and hated stable in wrestling today.

So you see Goth, no matter what dialect you choose to ruminate on the matter in...I am THE Big Deal and you're not,
I am the "BIG I AM!" that I always said I was...
You're not the most evil man in SWAT. This crowd will tell you that... I AM!
You're not the strongest man in SWAT... I AM!!
You're not the big deal around here... I AM!!!
You're not Woden's, Thor's or God's gift to wrestling... I AM!!!!
You're not going to walk out of that ring tonight as champion... I... AM!!!!!

PSYCHOTIC GOTH!
BRING...
IT...
ON!!!!!