Anzac Cup 2021 (Show)

[Dave D-Flipz]

THIS IS A JOINT RP FROM BOTH H2F AND MYSELF, PLEASE COUNT IT FOR BOTH OF US AS OUR SECOND RP FOR THE FIRST ROUND

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Death Trap opens the door and Mistress Discipline promptly shoves a box of cupcakes into his chest. He grabs the box and opens his mouth to ask what’s going on only for Dr. Chaos, Mistress Discipline’s Manager, to shove a cupcake into his mouth.

“Just a moment.” Mistress Discipline drops her hands to Death Trap’s winning abs. "See Chaos. Totally Different." She runs her hands up his tumtum.

Death Trap attempts to question this action but instead mumbles around the cupcake in confusion and cocks an eyebrow.

Chaos clicks her tongue. “Swallow. Don’t talk with food in your mouth. Learn to swallow faster. And let us in!” She stacks her cupcakes on top of Mistress Discipline’s box and as both women push by him.

Death Trap covertly spits the cupcake at a shoe rack. It lands in a dress shoe as he turns to his guests. “Ok but why though?”

Mistress Discipline shakes her head. “Talking with food in your mouth is very unbecoming. Why would you want to talk with food in your mouth to begin with?”

He carefully unloads the cupcake boxes onto the bench he was just promo-ing from. “Point the first, Chaos nearly choked me to death with red velvet.”

“I thought you’d like the feel of red velvet…” Chaos demurely posits and grabs a cupcake from the top box.

“POINT THE SECOND … why the cupcakes is what I meant? So again… but why though?” DT snaps back in retort.

Mistress Discipline smiles “So we can pick the best flavor for our tag team celebration. SWAT has given us a great opportunity to earn the points for those tag team belts. And our afterparty will be life altar-ing.”

Death Trap mumbles in reply, “Sheesh Mistress it’s not like we’re getting married, it’s a match not a matrimony.”

Chaos chokes on her third cupcake and refuses to make eye contact with either wrestler. Sarah, Chaos’s adopted daughter strolls into the room with another box of cupcakes and a big smile. “WEDDING!” Chaos grabs the teen by her arm, sets the box on the ground and walks her daughter into the hall.

Mistress Discipline watches them leave before turning to Death Trap. “So, about those opponents…”

“Oh, the Indian Assassins?” DT replies with sudden interest.

Mistress Discipline visibly relaxes, “Yes, what do we know about them?”

Death Trap perks up and smiles, “Absolutely nothing!”

Mistress Discipline’s head drops, “Great chat ... *sigh* ... I thought you were in the same fed? We were not able to find any information either but I hoped that, being in the same fed, you would know more about them.”

DT snorts. “I know they drive taxis and lose. A lot.”

Mistress Discipline nods. “That is more than we had before. Do we know anything about their strategies? High flyers?”

DT laughs. “Not a clue. But I know they’ll tap out just like everyone else.” He scratches his head. “If not quicker.”

Mistress Discipline nods. “Of course. Who could resist tapping you … TO you!”

DT nods in agreement. Without a hint of self-awareness. He snaps his finger and has a eureka moment. “They are also apparently very flammable!”

Mistress Discipline blinks at him in confusion. And exasperation. Confusperation. “As … most humans … are … how does that help us exactly?”

“That’s a fantastic question, I’m so glad you asked it. Allow me to answer that in three parts,” DT remarks and stares at her.

She taps her foot. “I eagerly await your reasoning.”

“Nobody’s uh … ever called me on that one before …” DT replies dejectedly.

“So we are walking into this ring with a blindfold on. This will be a test of our teamwork and given how compatible I know we are, I know we shall ace this.” Mistress Discipline finishes strongly.

“After all,” Death Trap interjects, “It’s not Anthony Caffrey or Radu Matei out there. Far as I know they don’t have a baggy full of creepy crawlies, nor can either of them compare to us in the technical category. Put simply this is Suit having a bit of a laugh at our expense. The real tests will come in round 2 onward. We shouldn’t look past these two, but I’m less than worried about the guys in the ring with us, and moreso about what may lurk outside. If you catch my drift.”

Mistress Discipline nods. “Of course. Chaos is a force to be reckoned with and adding Sarah is gas on a fire.”

DT closes his eyes and shows a look of actual concern. “I’m worried they may get tangled up with the clown menagerie. Or worse, someone like Frostbite or Eddie D. Need I remind you that Sticky is an 8 foot murder clown who bites people and spews black goo? Need I also remind you that Chaos is still not even able to say the word majesty…”

From through the door we hear, “DON’T SAY THAT NAME!!!!!”

“...even out of context?” DT finishes.

Mistress Discipline nods. “I will not tell her where to go or she will do the opposite just to annoy me.”

“YEAH, I WOULD!” Chaos shouts through the door. “I CAN HANDLE A CLOWN!”

“BALLOONS!” Sarah joins in.

Mistress Discipline hands DT a cupcake. “So. Which flavor do you like the best?”

Death Trap looks at the cupcake. “I have just one question.”

[Jonnie Valentine]

You are watching The Blessed Be Network. At 6:00, Somehow I Survived, a shark attack leaves a man with no legs, how his faith and Blue Chew helped him become one of the fastest rising adult film stars. Then at 7:00, it's the hit new unscripted series Mega Church. When David makes a power play with the council, can Jeff remain pastor?  Then at 8:00, it's Drive Thru Culture Wars. Your source on fast food adherence to Christian values. With Burger King donating money to LGTBQ groups for Pride Month to promote it's chicken sandwich, what remaining chicken sandwich is left for Christians to get diarrhea from? But coming up next is Comfort From the Storm, with The Reverend Cornelius Marsh. 

(Whimsical organ music plays as the camera fades to Reverend Cornelius Marsh seated at a talk show desk. Seated to his right is a pink haired middle aged woman petting her white pekingese dog. Marsh has his hair slicked back and a honey sweet Southern voice)

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: Hello friends, and welcome to Comfort from the Storm. I am the Reverend Cornelius Marsh.

Nancy: (waves with both hands) And I'm Nancy. Ya see? Ya see what I got? 

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: Bangs. 

Nancy: That's right ya'll I got bangs. Do you like em, Rev? 

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: Yes, Nancy. They're...dangly? 

Nancy: Aw, thanks. 

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: You're welcome. I do admit it's like a knife in my heart to compliment you. But do you know the thing I missed most from this pandemic? 

Nancy: The prayer retreats on your yacht with all them interns? 

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: (slaps table) THOSE WOMEN WERE NAUTICAL ENTHUSIASTS, NANCY!!!  

(Nancy jumps and her dog Chloe yelps. Reverend Cornelius Marsh breathes, trying to regain his composure) 

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: (smoothes out his hair) They were interested in sailing...

Nancy: I didn't mean nothing...

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: (stammering) I believe one of them helms a cruise ship today...it doesn't matter. What I missed most from the pandemic is buffets. 

Nancy: Aw, me too. I miss getting pizza slices that have a little bit of chicken fried steak on em. 

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: That's right. Buffets are where you can pretend the real world doesn't exist, just for a little while. They're an alternate dimension with tongs. And in Melbourne, Australia that's just what The Hellhounds have laid out in front of them. A buffet. A buffet of tag teams standing before them before their inevitable coronation as the 2021 Anzac Cup Winners. Their first course is Team Fairtex. This is hardly fair, The Hellhounds are the number one seed in the Anzac Cup and yet we are being forced to wrestle multiple time SWAT World Tag Team Champions in the first round? How is this legal? 

Nancy: Just another example of cancel culture. They are trying to cancel the Hellhounds like they canceled me in my group text just cause I'm annoying. That is not something I can help. I am a protected class and should have a parking space, but do I make a big fuss? 

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: About every conceivable thing. But this has the odor of treachery against who everyone knows are the rightful winners of this tournament. Team Fairtex and The Hellhounds have tangled for years, and we still have scars from one another. 

Nancy: And not just physical, but mental. I'm pretty sure that the fatter one...

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: Cerberus. 

Nancy: Cerberus, is probably hesitant to reveal his true self to partners at least in part to their falls count anywhere match in Abilene.   

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: Very insightful, Nancy. The Hellhounds may be legally insane but they record what went wrong in every match of their lives, whether it be a PPV, TV taping or a spot show in Queensland. If you ever best a Hellhound, you never do it the same way twice. The Hellhounds look forward to re-introducing your heads to some metal objects, and to get back to what comes natural to them. Spilling Team Fairtex blood. Paul Soutter booked you two ringers to be an usurper to the holy mission of The Hellhounds, but these conspirators will not prevail. The Hellhounds look forward to the advantage that knocking out the best team in the first round will provide them. The rest of the teams in this tournament can turn around to see a landslide coming down towards them that is The Hellhounds!! 

(Organ music plays as the lights dim and the camera pulls back)

This was Comfort From The Storm. Coming up next, Both Sides. We take an objective look at the times that God has helped professional sports teams and when he has abandoned them. Our analysts debate as to why. 

[SWAT Team]

The Reverend Cornelius Marsh leads The Hellhounds down to the ring by chains attached to dog collars. The Hellhounds wear hockey masks, have dirty dreadlocks, and their clothes are blood stained from previous matches; tattered and torn.

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 taunt the fans and do a few poses riling them up and then go over some last minute plans.

Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is a first round Anzac Cup match. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by the Reverend Cornelius Marsh, coming in at a combined weight of 575 pounds … hailing from the land of Filth and Honey … Cerberus! Psycho!! THE HELLHOUNDS!!!

And introducing their opponents … they hail from Bangkok, Thailand. Coming in at combined weight of 470 pounds … Tong Fairtex! Phantam Fairtex! TEAM FAIRTEX!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : There is the bell and we are underway Fulton. Team Fairtex and The Hellhounds, possibly the toughest match up of the first round, either could easily be finalist today, but one will drop out in the first round.

Andrew Fulton : Who are you kidding Jerry? One Team is a former Anzac Cup Winner. The other is a couple of has beens that have hung around for one chq too many and are so used to riding on easy street in Japan!

Jeremy Tucker : Tong and Psycho start it out and Tong goes to work with a big drop kick and then a Japanese arm drag into a step over arm bar.

Andrew Fulton : Oi! I thought the Hounds were the ones based in Japan. Is that a message from the Fairtex Boys?

Jeremy Tucker : Team Fairtex don’t play with messages, they are warriors, and they bring it each and every week, not only these big shows but every show. Tong with an atomic drop and then a full body slam and tags in Phantam.

Andrew Fulton : They grab Psycho and double snap suplex.

Jeremy Tucker : Cerberus runs into the ring and eats a double flying lariot! The Fairtex boys are on FIRE!

Andrew Fulton : Referee Todd Parker ushers Tong out of the ring and Psycho grabs Phantam and drills him with a big headbutt.

Jeremy Tucker : Cerberus fireman's carries Phantam on his shoulders, and then Psycho drills his head into the mat with a brainbuster DDT

Andrew Fulton : Hellhounds taking it to the extreme now. Reverend Cornelius Marsh throws in a chair and The Hounds 3D Phantam onto the back of the standing chair.

Jeremy Tucker : Tong runs in and referee Todd Gordon stops him in his tracks. Hellhound Cerberus airplane spins opponent into a swinging neckbreaker by Hellhound Psycho.

Andrew Fulton : Cover and Gordon makes the count.

Jeremy Tucker :

One ……………..

Two ……………..

Phantam kicks out.

Andrew Fulton : No cigar.

Jeremy Tucker : Phantam dives for a hot tag and Tong runs in the ring a house of fury and takes out Cerberus with a big ax handle.

Andrew Fulton : Tong on Psycho with a fall away slam into the ringpost.

Jeremy Tucker : Cerberus back up runs at Tong but Phantam catches him with a Backstabber.

Andrew Fulton : Dragon Stomp (Tong holds Cerberus in over the knee backbreaker as
Phantam executes a Mongolian stomp)

Jeremy Tucker : Destroyer (Phantam holds Psycho piggyback style while Tong executes Doomsday Device)

Andrew Fulton : The Hounds are toast!

Jeremy Tucker : No way! They are killers and will fight back from this.

Andrew Fulton : Fairtex boys are feeling it and on a roll.

Jeremy Tucker : Spike powerbomb on Psycho.

One …………..

Two …………….

THRE …. Cerberus makes the save.

Andrew Fulton : The Hounds were gone! Slow count.

Jeremy Tucker : Parker with a great count! Cerberus grabs Tong … dragon sleeper!

Andrew Fulton : Phantam breaks it with a Russian legsweep.

Jeremy Tucker : Psycho back to his feet and a Clothesline From Home (clothesline from hell) on Phantam.

Andrew Fulton : Avalanche by Tong to Psycho!

Jeremy Tucker : T Bone suplex from Tong.

Andrew Fulton : They call it a Tong Bone Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : I have never heard it called that. Cerberus runs at Tong and is sent over with a Gut Wrench suplex.

Andrew Fulton : Psycho charges Tong and delivers an almighty spear! Tong collapsing backwards into the corner and wrapped up in the tree of woe from the impact.

Jeremy Tucker : That was brutal Andy! Psycho now runs and basement dropkick to upside down face!!

Andrew Fulton : Incredible! Phantam has seen enough, he grabs Psycho and sends him fling over his head with a fall away slam right into Cerberus!

Jeremy Tucker : Phantam now runs and double clothes lines both of the Hellhounds! This match is anyone’s tonight.

Andrew Fulton : Wrong Jerry. Team Fairtex are taking out these savages and making a big play at their second Anzac Cup.

Jeremy Tucker : The Hellhounds ARE tag team wrestling! No way they bow out round 1.

Andrew Fulton : Well, one of them is going to be sent packing, what a cruel twist of fate that they get bracketed together … I love it.

Jeremy Tucker : You would. Tong executes a jumping shining wizard/spinning headcissors on Psycho, he keeps the headscissors while converting it quickly into a tight code red armbreaker choke.

Andrew Fulton : Referee Todd Parker in there checking if Psycho will submit, what a waste of time, these Hounds don’t know the meaning of the word, sure, there is many words they don’t know the meaning of …

Jeremy Tucker : Will you stop. Cerberus breaks the submission dropping a leg on Tong. Phantam runs at Cerberus but meets a full powerslam from Cerberus.

Andrew Fulton : Marsh throws in a dog collar and Cerberus straps it around Phantam’s head and tosses him over the ropes hanging him. That’s gotta be a DQ!

Jeremy Tucker : There are no DQ’s in Hellhound matches, its written into their contracts.

Andrew Fulton : Tong grabs the end of the chain and heaves it up between the legs of Cerberus and crotches him.

Jeremy Tucker : Tong then heaves Cerberus over the top rope and he and Phantam fall to the floor.

Andrew Fulton : Release northern lights suplex from Psycho to Tong.

Jeremy Tucker : Cerberus is handed a meat thermometer by Marsh and starts stabbing at Phantam with it and he has drawn blood!

Andrew Fulton : Psycho heads to the top and launches for a superfly headbutt but Tong rolls out of the way.

Jeremy Tucker : Bad landing there for Psycho. Tong crawls over for the cover and lays an arm over …

One …..

Two …..

Thr … kick out by Psycho.

Andrew Fulton : Cerberus irish whips Phantam knees first into the ringsteps. He then rams his head into them steps and rolls him back into the ring.

Jeremy Tucker : Cerberus follows him in but Tong grabs him coming in the ropes and nails a scorpion deathdrop.

Andrew Fulton : Marsh throws another chair into the ring and Phantam catches it and waves it angrily at Marsh telling him to beat it.

Jeremy Tucker : Hellhound Cerberus grabs Tong and airplane spins him into a swinging neckbreaker by Hellhound Psycho.

Andrew Fulton : Phantam turns around and cracks Cerberus with the chair.

Jeremy Tucker : Psycho then boots the chair right into Phantam’s face.

Andrew Fulton : STILLBORN CRADLE ON PHANTAM!!! (High/low kick)

Jeremy Tucker : Hellhounds with the Stillborn Cradle! This is it! Cover by Psycho

One ………….

Two ……

THREE!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Hellhounds win! I knew it! Told you they would Jerry!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : What? (Shaking his head) Whatever. Hellhounds go onto round two to meet the Bandits! It just keeps getting better and better. Cudo’s to Team Fairtex, they brought it and knowing them, they will be back again, they are the most resilient team in SWAT and always bounce back harder and stronger! But the Hellhounds were the better team on this night.

Frank Salazar : Winners of the match via pinfall … THE HELLHOUNDS!!!!

[SWAT Team]

Andrew Fulton : It’s great to back in Oz. Great crowd. Great atmosphere. Babes. BBQs, Beaches… Babes.

Jeremy Tucker : Great to announce this one for you SWAT fans world wide. High-stakes tournament wrestling. Not for the faint-hearted.

Andrew Fulton : Barely hear you over the crowd… What’s that? Medium rare on those stakes mate? Who ain’t farted?

“Hate or Glory" by Gesaffelstein hits and Rally Jackson makes his way down the ramp way accompanied by El Combatalorean. He is taking his time and looks seriously out of shape, he gets in the ring and struts around in a confident manner and then cracks his own neck and the ref approaches him and starts patting him down. El Combatalorean steps in and stops the referee, as though he’s dealing with a difficult fan… Rally rolls his eyes and tells El Combatalorean that the pat down is fine and El Combatalorean backs off.


Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from Rio de Janeiro. Coming in at 6’1 and 300 pounds .... representing the Society of the New Breed .... THE GOLDEN GOD ..... RALLY JACKSON!!! … and his bodyguard and tag team partner tonight… El Combatalorean!!!


Jeremy Tucker : I think he’s had all the gold SWAT has to offer at some point and he would sorely love to be holding the Anzac Cup as the 2021 winner tonight.


Andrew Fulton : Well the TV title has alluded him so far, but there’s always time…

R-E-V

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


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

As the beat from Elevators by Outkast pops through the arena, Oxford Osland emerges from behind the curtain with a confident smirk plastered all over his face. Osland doesn't bother mingling with the fans at all, as he walks calmly to the ring. Once he arrives, he walks up the stairs and wipes his boots on the apron. Osland enters in between the top and middle rope and does a lap of the ring before high fiving a confident looking Keith Williams and resting in his corner. Osland keeps his eyes focused on his opponents, while waiting for the referee to signal for the bell.


Frank Salazar : Competing for progression in your SWAT ANZAC CUP Tournament… weighing in at a combined weight of 517 pounds, From Rayleigh, North Carolina and Indianapolis USA… ‘The Ultimate Kingpin’ Keith Williams & ‘The Unbelievable’ Oxford Osland, THE… ReVenants!!!!![/i]

Jeremy Tucker : Crowd unsure where to lean on this encounter. Too many bad guys even for an educated wrestling city like Melbourne…

Andrew Fulton : The crowd will judge both teams as harshly and demandingly as every other big city crowd. Booing them both is an option, but probably not a great one.

Jeremy Tucker : The teams are wasting no time choosing who is starting off… Williams is facing off against Rally as the bell is rung… Collar and elbow tie up… Williams twists and slaps Rally in a wristlock… Rally lets out a cry of annoyance and discomfort… Williams goes for a second twist but Rally winds back and knocks Williams clean off his feet with a huge punch to the face…

Andrew Fulton : Rally kicks Williams in the chest, but Williams rolls out of the way of an attempted follow-up kick… Rally shakes out the pain in his wrist and must have thought “why have a dog and bark yourself” and tags in his bodyguard El Combatalorean.

Jeremy Tucker : El Combatalorean looks surprised to be tagged in so soon, but bounds in there and circles around as Williams gets back to his feet… Collar and elbow tie up… Williams slips loose and knees El Combatalorean in the ribs, punches him in the ribs and he drags El Combatalorean back to his corner and tags in Osland… Williams stays in the ring as Osland joins him… Double hip toss on El Combatalorean but he’s back up… only to be thrown down again with a double arm drag and El Combatalorean doesn’t spring back up the second time… Rally has already had enough of the double teaming and comes storming in… Osland and Williams have seen him coming though… Double Back Body Drop! … Rally groans as he rolls immediately to the outside and slams his hands down on the steel steps, annoyed at being outsmarted… He heads around to his own corner shouting at the referee about the double teaming…

Andrew Fulton : Yeah but he’s bought El Combatalorean a vital moment to compose himself… as the referee demands that Williams leaves El Combatalorean delivers a mighty chop to Osland’s chest… Ouch, they heard that slap in the cheap seats…

Jeremy Tucker : … El Combatalorean kicks Osland in the midsection and Osland clutches his guts… El Combatalorean grabs Osland around the waist and… Gutwrench Suplex!!! … Great execution and El Combatalorean covers…

1…..


Kick out!

Andrew Fulton : Osland launches El Combatalorean off of his chest with a strong kickout… El Combatalorean is up first and slaps Osland in a side headlock as he gets up… Osland counters by lifting El Combatalorean up for a side suplex… but no… El Combatalorean rolls off of his shoulder and lands on his feet behind him… El Combatalorean locks his hands around Osland’s waist from behind and rushes him into the turnbuckles… Osland tries to dig in his heels and put on the breaks but not before Rally reaches out with a haymaker punch as Osland is crushed in the corner… El Combatalorean makes the tag and Rally is in… Osland is spun around and propped in their corner as they both press a boot to his throat in a double team choke… The referee calls for the break… 1… 2… 3… 4… They break off the choke and Osland drops to the mat holding his throat and coughing…

Jeremy Tucker : El Combatalorean leaves the ring and Rally drags Osland up… Rally sends Osland off the ropes… Rally with the big boot?!... But no, Osland avoided it and hits the other ropes… Rally turns around as quickly as he can… They meet in a huge double shoulder block and both men hit the mat hard… Osland shakes out the cobwebs and crawls towards his corner… Rally tries to stop him but too late… Osland makes the tag…

Andrew Fulton : Williams launches at Rally with a forearm smash and staggers him… Williams steps in beside the big man… Russian Leg Sweep! …Rally clutches his neck as he starts to get back up… El Combatalorean has decided to interrupt proceedings and rush Williams, but he’s seen him coming… Swinging Neckbreaker on El Combatalorean!… Rally is back on his feet and grabs for Williams… but no, Swinging Neckbreaker on Rally!... Both El Combatalorean and Rally roll to the outside and catch their breath... Williams is taunting them to get back in as they make their way back to their own corner…

Jeremy Tucker : The crowd are loving this… Rally enters the ring and mouths off at Williams… Williams just smiles back as the men circle each other… They lock up… Rally rakes Williams’ eyes… Williams recoils holding his face… Rally takes a pace back and then erupts forward with a big boot knocking Williams down… Rally drags Williams up and hits a mighty Scoop Slam with ease! …Rally drags Williams up and short clotheslines Williams down hard… Osland looks on concerned, clapping to try and get the crowd involved in encouraging Williams back to his corner… Rally reaches down to drag Williams up again… Small Package by Williams and the referee counts…

1……


2……


Kick out by Rally!

Andrew Fulton : Rally gets back to his feet, but Williams has cleverly rolled back to his own corner and tagged Osland in…

Jeremy Tucker : Rally ignores Williams, sat on his haunches recovering, and throws a huge arching punch at Osland as he enters, but Osland throws up an arm to block it and replies with a snap jab of his own… Osland Irish-whips Rally hard into his corner… Williams is back to his feet, squinting through raked blurry eyes… Osland whips his partner into the corner and Williams connects with a vicious back elbow on Rally… Rally is dazed as Williams steps out through the ropes and reaches for the tag rope… Rally is about to lash out at Williams as Osland races in?! … Monkey flip out of the corner! …and Rally is down holding his back in the middle of the ring…

Andrew Fulton : Osland isn’t giving Rally a chance to catch his breath… Osland drags Rally up, slaps him in a tight wristlock and drags him back to his corner and tags in Williams… Osland drags Rally’s head down between his thighs, Williams has hopped up to the second rope?! …"PITY PARTY" (Spike Piledriver)

Jeremy Tucker : …As Osland leaves the ring and the referee barks at them about their double teaming… Williams makes the cover… the referee spins round to make the count…

1……


2……

Andrew Fulton : El Combatalorean makes the save with a running knee strike to the face of Williams… Williams rolls away clutching his face… looks like he’s split his lip, that lip that was covered up in Canada, but it’s not bleeding too bad for now… Williams is a brave soldier, he’ll be OK…

Jeremy Tucker : El Combatalorean helps Rally back to his feet and back to his own corner, much to the frustration of the referee and shouts of abuse from Osland in his corner… El Combatalorean steps out onto the apron and slaps his recovering boss’ chest for the tag…

Andrew Fulton : Williams nurses his chin as he makes his way back to his corner and tags in Osland… Rally leaves the ring and waits in his corner… El Combatalorean sprints at Osland to try and take him off guard, but sadly for him Osland saw it coming and clotheslines El Combatalorean down hard….

Jeremy Tucker : Osland grabs him by the feet and he has El Combatalorean in a Giant Swing! …El Combatalorean can do little to break free as he is spun full circle, over and over, as the referee is busy arguing with Rally as Rally tries to interrupt the move… Williams has mounted the turnbuckles again… As El Combatalorean is spun Williams jumps off with a sweetly timed dropkick!!!

Andrew Fulton : Pow right in the kisser! …That’ll keep his dentist on golfing holidays for a while… That dropkick takes exquisite timing… Osland with the cover… The referee is finally back with us…

1…..


2……

Jeremy Tucker : Rally dives in to make the save again.

Andrew Fulton : The referee is threatening Rally with DQ if he interrupts the pin again… Osland gets into a slanging match with Rally …both men towering over the referee and sticking their fingers in each other’s chests to make their point… they start to cock back the right arms with fists clenched, but the referee is squawking threats of DQ and demanding they give him space… the referee is between the two angry men as he barks at both of them to leave the ring and get back to the match…

Jeremy Tucker : A decidedly dazed and confused El Combatalorean staggers back to his feet and sees Osland with his back turned… He delivers a dropkick to the knee from behind on Osland!

Andrew Fulton : Osland crumples under the surprise blow and clashes heads with the referee! …The referee is staying down for the time being… and so is Osland… they’re both moving but neither man looks really with it right now… Will Rally and El Combatalorean capitalise?

Jeremy Tucker : Williams assesses the danger as Rally and El Combatalorean begin to realise they have the advantage… Williams quickly drags his vulnerable partner by an arm and a leg to his own corner and stands between his partner and his two opponents…

Andrew Fulton : Rally attacks Williams with some big right hands, but Williams ducks one, blocks one and sidesteps away… El Combatalorean blindsides Williams throws a vicious Pele kick at Williams, but he ducks out of the way… Rally rages forward high knee, connects with Williams’ jaw and Williams falls through the ropes to the outside… El Combatalorean follows Williams to the outside… drags Williams up and runs him at speed into the ring steps… Rally is out on the outside too now… Rally holds Williams in a powerbomb position… El Combatalorean hops onto the apron Rally lifts Williams over his head, El Combatalorean leaps and helps send Williams crashing down!… SPIKE POWERBOMB!!! On the outside! .... El Combatalorean drags Williams up and holds Williams in a Full Nelson… Rally looks out to the crowd and clenches his fist and smiles…

Jeremy Tucker : Rally swings in to hit a huge haymaker… but Williams ducks out of it… and El Combatalorean narrowly avoids the blow too… thankfully for him… but Rally strikes the metal ring post behind them with the full impact of his punch! …Rally drops to his knees and clutches his fist in pain… I think I heard a pop even here at the commentary table… that can’t be good news…

Andrew Fulton : Williams still looks in a bad way after that powerbomb as the referee and Osland begin to get back to their feet and work out what’s going on…

Jeremy Tucker : El Combatalorean looks at Rally and shows concern that Rally is clearly hurt badly, but Rally just waves El Combatalorean to get in the ring and orders him to win the match…

Andrew Fulton : El Combatalorean rolls back into the ring and a groggy Oxford Osland makes a lunge for El Combatalorean that he avoids… El Combatalorean comes off the ropes… and leaps… Hurricanrana!? …but no… Osland caught him, walks him a couple of paces to the middle of the ring… and drops him with a Sitout Powerbomb!!! …Osland covers

… … 1


… … 2


… … Kick out by El Combatalorean at the last second!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Osland drags El Combatalorean up… Single arm spike DDT!!! …Osland covers

… … 1


…… 2


… Rope break!

Rally lifted El Combatalorean’s foot on to the bottom rope from the outside… How did the referee see the foot but not the hand that put it there?

Andrew Fulton : Osland looks up unbelievingly at the referee, but the referee confirms he saw the foot on the rope… El Combatalorean is bleeding… What has he got left?

Jeremy Tucker : Rally is favouring his right hand, hanging limp at his side as he sees his bodyguard taking a beating… Rally reaches under the ring apron skirt and finds a mallet that he tests for weight in his left hand… The crowd react with a chorus of boos… Rally begins to ascend the steps… If he uses that weapon he’ll bring this match to a bloody DQ ending.

Andrew Fulton : Williams has slowly got back to his feet… sees the danger of Rally getting involved with a weapon and… Oh WOW! …Williams ran down the apron edge and dropkicked Rally clean off of the steps, crashing heavily into the guard rail!!! … (The crowd start a chant of “This is Awesome”) . I think he may have injured a patron in the front row; another fan gifted a personal story to take away with them. He paid extra for that seat.

Jeremy Tucker : Williams is shaking off the discomfort of his legs hitting the steps earlier to complete the last ditch move…He sees that Rally is staying down for the moment, clutching his fist, so Williams limps satisfied back to his corner…

Jeremy Tucker : Osland and El Combatalorean are back on their feet… El Combatalorean throws the last of his energy into trying to suplex Osland over, but Osland blocks it… Osland hoists a leg and send El Combatalorean up! …FISHERMAN BUSTER!!! And he covers…

…… 1


…… 2


… … 3!!! The referee is calling for the bell…

WINNERS by PINFAlL… And progressing to the next round in the cup!! … Oxford Osland – Keith Williams – “THE REVENANTS”!!!

Andrew Fulton : Well it did look like all the teamwork the Revenants put in would be enough to secure the victory easily, but Rally didn’t give up the match lightly.

Jeremy Tucker : Don’t you mean Rally and El Combatelorean didn’t give up lightly?

Andrew Fulton : If he was any kinda bodyguard or tag partner he would have taken the missed punt in the chops like a pro and save Rally cracking a knuckle. You just can’t get good help these days.

Jeremy Tucker : Great encounter, but Williams is bleeding a bit, Osland must have at least a mild concussion from that head clash impact with the referee, what shape will our winners really be in?

Andrew Fulton : The Anzac Cup really does separate the men from the boys and this iron man event isn’t over yet. This is going to be a great night. But now a word from our sponsors…

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Up next we have the Indian Assassins taking on the Top of the Class.

Andrew Fulton: Great show, until that British guy became the professor.

Jeremy Tucker: Top of the class is the mixed gender team of "The Main Attraction" Death Trap and Mistress Discipline.

Andrew Fulton: I'm familiar with her work. She dresses me up in vinyl and spanks me with a whip as I lick her spiked boot.

Jeremy Tucker: I think it's more of a school type discipline reference.

Frank Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is part of the Anzac Cup Tournament!!! Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 219 lbs. plus whatever Mohammad weighs..... hailing from Mumbai, India..... Rajiv and Mohammad Khan......... The Indian Assassins!!!

<Nimbooda Nimbooda hits and Rajiv drives down to the ring in his taxi cab. He gets out and stands on the roof and poses for the fans then runs down the bonnet and sommersaults over the ropes into the ring.>

Andrew Fulton: Mohammad was supposed to come to the ring on his elephant, but unfortunately he died.

Jeremy Tucker: He what?

Andrew Fulton: The elephant. Sabu The elephant died.

Frank Salazar: And their opponents..... at a total combined weight of 460 lbs..... from Seattle, WA.... "The Main Attraction" Death Trap............. and his partner from Raleigh, NC..... Mistress Discipline...... they are The Top of the Class!!!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: This team has got to be considered an early favorite to win the whole thing.

Andrew Fulton: Based on what? At a combined weight of 460 lbs and Death Trap weighs 260, my math tells me Mistress Discipline needs to go on a diet.

::dingding::

Jeremy Tucker: Death Traps starts it off against Mohammad. He knees Mo to the midsection and then lands a series of Kawada kicks to Khan's keeled over body.

Andrew Fulton: So do the Khan cousins assassinate other citizens of India or...?

<Death Trap turns to Mohammad and grips him in a front headlock. He goes under the chin and locks in a guillotine.>

Jeremy Tucker: Death Trap going for the early submission, but he backs into his corner and tags in Mistress Discipline with the choke still on. Discipline leaps into the ring nailing a busaiku knee strike. She calls that "The Final Bell."

Andrew Fulton: Final Bell huh? Her moves are going to be full of educational puns, aren't they?

Jeremy Tucker: Our first look at Mistress Discipline in the match and she lifts Mohammad Khan up and drops him down with a piledriver.

<Mistress Discipline runs off the ropes, leaps off the knee of Khan and hits him with a boot to the face.>

Jeremy Tucker: A shining big boot there.

Andrew Fulton: Rajiv Khan is yet to get into the match. It looks like he is on his phone taking a lyft job. I respect the fact that he has to make ends meet and hustle a bit. Wrestling doesn't cut it if you never win.

Jeremy Tucker: Rajiv is due a win soon, though, as Mistress Discipline locks in a sleeperhold with her arm underneath the chin for an added choke. She calls that the "Dunce Cap."

Andrew Fulton: Did you ever wear a dunce cap, Jerry?

Jeremy Tucker: I was always an ideal student.

Andrew Fulton: Figures. I was a bit of a rebel. I gave out wedgies, swirlies, and shoved all the nerds in lockers.

Jeremy Tucker: You were homeschooled because you were agoraphobic.

<Mistress Discipline makes a tag and grapevines into an ankle lock as Death Trap enters the ring.>

Jeremy Tucker: "The Procedure!!" She's mocking Caffrey!!

Andrew Fulton: She hates stimulants?

Jeremy Tucker: Caffrey. A wrestler here. Or a former wrestler here. I can't keep track anymore.

<As Discipline has the hold locked in, Death Trap sits down on Mohammad's back and rear chanceries Khan's head to lock in a dragon clutch.>

Andrew Fulton: They call this move the golden gate bridge.

Jeremy Tucker: No they don't!! This is the Master Class!! Devastating!

Andrew Fulton: Pardon me for thinking they weren't going to use another school pun.

<Mistress Discipline leaves the ring, but on her way out she smacks Rajiv Khan hard across the face while he is still on the phone. The phone goes flying into the audience.>

Andrew Fulton: I'd be lying if I said he didn't have that coming.

Jeremy Tucker: Well Mohammad is a Prince so if Rajiv is struggling that much you would think he'd just help his cousin out. Death Trap bounces off the ropes and comes back with a hard STO!

<Death Trap runs the ropes again, he leaps off Khan's knee and drills a shining wizard to the face.>

Andrew Fulton: All these moves off the knees, I hope Mohammad isn't planning on performing fellatio later.

Jeremy Tucker: That's the "Breakdown" Andrew! He hit it beautifully.

<Mistress Discipline is not finished with Rajiv. She grabs him by his ankles and pulls him off the apron. She picks him up then drops him in a sitout powerbomb to the outside.>

Andrew Fulton: It looks like Rajiv's night has ended before it even started.

Jeremy Tucker: Mistress Discipline calls that the "Expulsion."

Andrew Fulton: Of course she does. I once got expelled for putting lead from my pencil in my teacher's coffee. I was trying to give her lead poisoning.

Jeremy Tucker: Well pencil lead is mostly graphite.

<Death Trap hits a bunch of martial arts kicks before finishing off with a high roundhouse kick.>

Andrew Fulton: Here I thought Death Trap was just a washed up baseball player. Turns out he's a kung fu master too!

Jeremy Tucker: Death Trap makes the tag and Discipline immediately locks in an abdominal stretch.

<Mohammad refused to give up so Mistress Discipline releases the hold and lands a series of hard slaps out of frustration. She punches Mohammad in the stomach and sticks his head between her legs. She backs into the ropes and tags Trap back in. She lifts Khan up for a powerbomb.>

Jeremy Tucker: Death Trap flies off the top with another shining wizard and Mistress Discipline sits out with a powerbomb!

Andrew Fulton: That's going to go on his "Permanent Record!!!"

Jeremy Tucker: The cover!!!!!

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 2 ...............................................................................

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : That's it!! It's all over!!!!

Frank Salazar: Here are your winners and advancing to the second round of the Anzac Cup................... "The Main Attraction" Death Trap and Mistress Discipline................ The Top...... of...... the....... Class!!! Topoftheclass!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Impressive showing by these two.

Andrew Fulton: I'm a little concerned about the Assassins though. They lost the match, their phone, an elephant, and their lyft clients.

[BlazeFNfreya]

“OOOH! HEY!"

"STOP WALKING PLEASE!”

“BLAAAAAZE!!!!!! I’m Ka--


-Shouted the pretty blonde interviewer who was full of ambition as she marched her way happily toward the one and only, Blaze Freya! She flipped her fiery orange locks out of her face and looked right into the younger woman’s eyes, grabbing her microphone and pulling it closer to her mouth-

“I know exactly who you are. You’re Katie Moss! The greatest backstage interviewer SWAT has to offer!”

“Oh, stop.”

-Katie blushes but quickly shakes it off and gets back to the task at hand, like a true professional!-

“Blaze, you have so many huge opportunities coming up! From teaming with Lucky Linda and the all girls team all the way to a potential world title shot for your big win over Eddie D and Joanne! What kind of thoughts are going through your head moving forward?”

-The Bratty Brit nods along with her in agreement, then shrugs her shoulders to try and convince us she’s clueless-

“First of all, I don’t consider this as a loss for just a few members, this was a loss for ALL of The KGB n’ I’ll be damned if I let it get swept under the rug. Eddie isn’t unstoppable, I just stopped his ass with help from Lucky Linda- we could do it again whenever we please! I couldn’t have asked for a better tag team partner n’ I wouldn’t have won this on my own, make no mistake about it! But together, we have put a chink in the almighty armour of The KGB’s breastplate. They want to win this whole tournament, we just cut their odds in half. So, don’t gimme this “What’s next” bullshit before the next show even begins, yeah? Let me enjoy my first big win over The KGB a little.”

“My apologies. -Clears throat- How are you feeling after your big win over Eddie D and Joa--

“I feel amazing, thanks for askin’ but that’s enough about the past… let’s talk about what I’m gonna do going forward, y’know?”

-Katie just looks on with a resting bitch face-

“Eddie D proved he doesn’t have what it takes to deal with the big problem, The Worst Case Scenario, Blaze Fuckin’ Freya! I’m gonna make sure nobody forgets this moment until I get what I want out of him, I’ll suffer through a whole Suit’s Suite just to remind everybody should they forget so soon! I’m done playing by their rules, I know how to get to ‘em, now watch as I make them crumble! Starting with Eddie D!”

-Her jaw dropped, Katie quickly tosses another question out to distract from how intrigued she truly is-

“Wow, is there anything official yet?”

-Blaze sighs, rolling her icy blue eyes and shrugging her shoulders again, but this time out of honest lack of knowledge-

“There’s never anything made official until I step through the doors n’ see that card, or better yet I don’t see it n’ I’m just thrown to the wolves. The KGB, though, they aren’t wolves. They’re desperate, starving sheep being led to the slaughter by Mister sweet Suit. -Smirks- The worst of ‘em all as he is without a doubt THE puppet master. He pulls the strings, no matter which way you look at it but I brought scissors, you bitch!”

“Oh, gee, I really hope not!”

“Not literally! -Points in Moss’ face as she gulps- Only metaphorically, I’d never hurt you intentionally. -Pinches her cheek- Only The KGB and Dinosauro n’ the teabag guy from that circus act of a match we saw earlier… pfft. Yeah, I’m sure we’re in lots of trouble with the mascot men who use penis jokes as a whole gimmick, I’m sure THEY’re the ones we need to worry about. Any more questions?”

-Katie shakes her head which is inappropriately being patted like a cute puppy’s head would be by the taller Blaze Freya-

“You abo- Please stop? That about covers it, I rea--

“What’s that?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“What do you mean: “that about covers it”? Are there any more questions or are there not?”

“Nothing on the record…”

“This is your one fuckin’ interview just ask the damn closing question!”

-Katie’s eyes widen and she chuckles nervously, bringing the interview to a close like only she could. Meanwhile, Blaze adds unnecessary pressure by leaning in uncomfortably close yet somehow holding a straight face-

“It- Uh… been a real pleasure, Blaze. I guess my last question would be um… is that your real hair colour?”

-The Blackpool Bombshell simply shakes her head in disgust before responding in a condescending tone-

“You’re asking if I’m a natural orange haired person? … Get the fuck outta here. Don’t even wrap it up just leave.”

-We fade to black fearing for the safety of Katie Moss and her crew, wondering what else is in store for us on the greatest show on The XHF Network! Stay tuned to find out! ONLY on SWAT!-

[frostbite]

# Backstage #

The door swings open from the trainer's room as the flies open so hard and fast that he hits the wall right behind it as it leaves a nice size hole. Stepping from behind the door is Frostbite with an intense look in his blue eyes, but right away we notice that he has either cotton balls from what we can tell stuck up his nose and they certainly appear to be well red from blood no doubt.

Jeremy Tucker.. Frostbite did take a hard shot to the nose in the opening round.

Andrew Fulton.. I hope it is nothing to serious. It would be quite a shame if has to forfeit.

Jeremy Tucker.. What do you mean forfeit? Sure it took a shot to the nose but I do not think it is anything serious.

Just as he says something out cameras spot what appears to be some type of face guard that Frostbite is holding in his right hand.

Andrew Fulton.. I do not know there Sherlock. It is appears that he has some type of face guard. Usually trainer's only give those out if you might have a broken nose.

Jeremy Tucker.. If Frostbite does indeed have that, it could be a huge swing in the favor of the Hellhounds in the next round, as I believe that who, Armand and Frostbite will have to face.

Andrew Fulton.. That would be about the only way the Hellhounds could beat the hottest tag team on the planet.

Frostbite stops for a moment as he looks down at the mask with a look of disgusted in his blue eyes. As he picks up the pace and he is heading back to his locker room.

Frostbite.. I can not believe I will have to wear this damn thing, if I want to continue in this tournament. All I need another year of bad luck, and here I was on the verge of having the right partner to win this damn thing.

Jeremy Tucker.. It appears that Frostbite just might have a broken nose but right now just speculation.

Frostbite reaches the locker room as he pushes open the door with the nose guard still in hand, as he is looking around the room, as he spots the leather chair that has become quite the item for him and his love of late. The brown leather chair is rocking back and forth as we see Texas Pete is sitting in it.

Frostbite.. What in the hell are you Doing?

Texas Pete still wearing his limo driver outfit jumps out of the chair after hearing Frostbite scream across the room. As he walks over to Texas Pete, a drop of blood trickles from his nose and onto the floor almost hitting his blue boots.

Frostbite.. Where is my love at? You are suppose to keep an eye on her.

Texas Pete points over to the table a few feet away from the chair as is getting more pissed off at Texas Pete more blood trickles down from his nose.

Texas Pete.. Is your nose broken?

Frostbite.. I do not know.

He looks at the face guard as he walks over to the table where is love is on. He looks at the phone with the pic of the SWAT World title on it. As he looks at it more blood trickles down his nose but this time it drops right onto his love.

Frostbite.. I am sorry my love, I did not mean to do that.

He picks up the phone as he wipes the blood away with the use of his blue tee shirt. He looks at the phone and back at the guard in his right hand.

Frostbite.. I am fine my love. Thank you for asking. Your love could have a broken nose but not quite sure. But if I want to continue in this tournament I must wear this thing.

Frostbite decides to slide the face guard across his face as he tries to adjust it.

Frostbite.. You believe the trainer had some damn nerve to tell you that I could pull me out of the tournament because of this.

Texas Pete.. I could take your place if need be. I am sure Paul would bend the rules under such circumstances.

Frostbite.. First off, that is Mister Soutter to you. Second off, I would never give you my spot. I plan on fishing this tournament, I do not care if my leg was broken. Armand and I are going to win this thing. Besides I promise my sugarboo, that I was going to win this for her.

He looks back down at his phone.

Frostbite.. I know your man looks ugly.

He tilts his head to the left as if the phone is saying something.

Frostbite.. Ah thank you my love for those kind words. I promise you love, I will take care of myself. Nobody is going to take that cup from you as long as I am walking on this earth. I have always said you deserve the very best. You and the cup would look great together. After all you could use the company better than this jackass could provide.

Points at Texas Pete.

Frostbite.. I do have this pain in the neck dear. Must have hurt that in the match. Too bad I could not get the doctor to look at that as well.

Frostbite looks at his phone as he tilts his head to the left as if it saying something to him.

Frostbite.. What do you mean Texas Pete is a license therapist in Greenland and can help out? This is?

But before he can finish his words, Texas Pete quickly grabs the back of Frostbite neck as he cracks in that you can hear a loud ego in the locker room. Frostbite quickly turns around as he grabs Texas Pete by his throat.

Frostbite.. You stupid bastard are you trying to break my neck?

He moves it around as he is shocked.

Frostbite.. This feels good.

He hits Texas Pete hard on the back that is almost falls to the floor.

Frostbite.. Maybe you are good for something after all.

He spins back around to look at his phone.

Frostbite.. I know my love I must face those Hellhounds up next. Myself and Armand have beat them before, and I promise we will do so one more time. I promise you that I will win the cup and I will be true to my word. I am sure they think they have the upper hand because if my nose. If you believe the beating that you receive from myself and Armand the first time around was something. Well trust me, this will be far worse.

He puts his phone back down the table.

Frostbite.. Nobody will keep the KGB from winning this cup. Mark my words this is my year. Broken nose or not,you will.

Frostbite laughs out loud.

Frostbite.. BURN BABY BURN!!!!!!!!

Frostbite walks out of view as the scene fades out.

Jeremy Tucker.. So it appears that Frostbite might have a broken nose.

Andrew Fulton.. Frostbite has guts. He is going to continue on in this tournament.

Jeremy Tucker.. Yes, it takes real guts to forge ahead.

Andrew Fulton.. Are you making fun of Frostbite?

Jeremy Tucker.. So Frostbite has to wear that nose guard.

Andrew Fulton.. Under doctor's orders.

Jeremy Tucker.. If I know Frostbite as well as I think I do, he will use that nose guard as a weapon at any cost.

Andrew Fulton..How can you say That? He would not jeopardize his health like that.

Jeremy Tucker.. And Paul is going to let him do it anyway because the trainer will get fired if he does not allow Frostbite to use that guard.

Andrew Fulton.. So we saying that the trainer is on the take.

Jeremy Tucker.. I just think something smells fishy.

Andrew Fulton.. The man has a broken nose and he is continue on in this tournament for his love. That is a noble thing.

Jeremy Tucker.. This is a set up and we both know it. Frostbite probably does not have a broken nose this is just another way for the KGB to cheat and win.

Andrew Fulton.. I can see it now, Armand and Frostbite win the cup as Frostbite has a broken freaking nose. That should be applauded.

Jeremy Tucker.. Any event, let's check out some more action.

[SWAT Team]

Andrew Fulton: Coming up next another first round match on the Anzac Cup tournament. Should be rather interesting one at that as we have two tag teams that to our knowledge first time meeting up.

Jeremy Tucker: History as shown us that really does not matter, we have former Amazons Champ Nicole Anderson teaming with her wrecking crew tag team partner and new NPW Cruiserweight champion Jay Stevens going up against the newly formed team of new SWAT United States Champ Devon D’Andre and Kaupena Yoon.

Andrew Fulton: The experience of teaming for the Wrecking Crew could play to their advantage, but then they must step into the song with the brand new United States Champion a man that took Psychotic Goth to his limits a former world champion. A man that you can say that has been on quite a roll of late.

Jeremy Tucker: But the United States Champion is not used to being a tag team wrestler himself so he will be working with somebody that he has no chemistry with at least to our knowledge.

Andrew Fulton: We shall see how this unfolds.

Frank Salazar: This match in the first round of the Anzac Cup tournament is scheduled for ONE fall.

Fireproof by Pillar blast over the sound system.

Frank Salazar: Coming down the aisle he weighs on at 215 pounds from Jacksonville Florida here is THE NPW Cruiserweight Champion, Jay Stevens.

Jeremy Tucker: First time we get to see this young man in action. I do not know too much about him, but my inside sources say he is a big player at NPW, having just defeated their main Champion Lord Dominicus for that Cruiserweight belt..

Andrew Fulton: Once again we have sources. I didn’t know you had any friends?

Frank Salazar: And his tag team partner she weighs in at 149 pounds from Miami, Florida here is Kid Dynamite, Nichole Anderson.

Lights out by Hollywood Undead blares out over the sound system.

Jeremy Tucker: And yes for the record I do have quite a few friends..

Andrew Fulton: So you say.

Frank Salazar: And their opponents, he weighs in at 180 pounds from O'ahu Hawaii here is Kaupena Yoon.

He begins to make his way down to the ring as he waves at the fans.

Jeremy Tucker: I believe this tournament will showcase this young mans talent, this high flyer will take off.

Andrew Fulton: I see what you did there high flyer and taking off. Not bad, but I can do way better.

Frank Salazar: And his tag team partner he weighs in at 216 pounds from Chicago, Illinois here is the current SWAT United States Champion here is Devon D`Andre.

Lights by Burden Sky blast out over the sound system as the new United States Champion with his belt hung over his left shoulder makes his way down to the ring.

Andrew Fulton: One of the most dangerous men in this tournament. I believe this team can go quite far.

Jeremy Tucker: There is no denying his talent but will he be able to get on the same page with Yoon. This might play into the advantage of Stevens and Anderson.

Andrew Fulton: The ref is calling for the bell.

Ding.. Ding..

Jeremy Tucker: It appears Nichole Anderson and Yoon will start out for their teams.

Andrew Fulton: You think I will have any chance in getting her number.

Jeremy Tucker: Can you keep it in your pants for one night?

Andrew Fulton; Nichole and Yoon quickly lock up as Nicole lays in a few knee strikes right to the ribs of Yoon. She quickly picks up Yoon and gets in a quick hip toss. She drops an elbow to Yoon’s chest, as she goes for the cover.

1

Jeremy Tucker: Yoon quickly kicks out. Nicole back to her feet as she slaps on a nice rear chinlock pulling back on the neck of Yoon. She gets to her feet and connects with a dropkick to the back of the head of Yoon another cover.

1

Andrew Fulton: She pulls Yoon to his feet as she lays in a few forearm blows to the side of his head. As Yoon is back into a corner. Nicole rears back and lays in a few knife edge chops to Yoon’s chest. She whips Yoon hard into the far corner as he comes out of the corner she tries for a backdrop but catches Nicole with a quick ddt.

Jeremy Tucker: Yoon gets to his feet, he gets on top of her as he lays in a series of rights and lefts as Nicole tries to cover up.

Andrew Fulton: Lucky guy he is on top.

Jeremy Tucker: I told you keep it in your pants tonight.

Andrew Fulton: He pulls her up as he drives her right back into the mat with a short arm clothesline. He faces toward the ropes as he springs off the ropes and he catches her with a headbutt. He goes for a cover.

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Jeremy Tucker : She kicks out. Yoon walks over and makes a tag to Devon. The United States Champion, pulls her off the mat as he picks her and drops her back right into the mat with a deep double underhook backbreaker. He gets to his feet as he lays in the boots right to her chest.

Andrew Fulton: Come on man not the boobs.

Jeremy Tucker: Devon tosses her into the floor. He drops to the floor as he picks her up and drives her back into the ring apron, he takes her by the hair as he picks her up and slams her shoulder first into the post. Devon rolls back into the ring, but in the meantime he is close to his corner as Yoon makes the tag.

Andrew Fulton: I do not think Devon is happy with that. Yoon however gets into the ring, as he sees Nicole getting to her feet as he races into the ropes and clear the top ropes as he connects with an over the top ropes plancha. Yoon takes in the fans reaction as he pulls her up and rolls Nicole back into the ring. Yoon begins to climb the top ropes, he quickly spins around and connects with a top ropes moonsault. He goes for the cover.

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2

Jeremy Tucker: Nicole just kicks out. Yoon begins to lay in a few knife chops, as he then dropkicks her into the knee. He bounces off the ropes but Nicole catches him with a hard clothesline, she falls into her corner and makes a tag to Jay Stevens.

Andrew Fulton: Jay begins to stomp all over Yoon with a series of stomps. Jay then gets high in the air and drops a knee right across Yoon’s chest. He pulls him to his feet and connects with a standing dropkick which knocks him into a corner. Jay climbs the ropes as he lays in a series of rights as the fans get up to that team count. He catches himself and delivers a monkey flip out of the corner.

Jeremy Tucker: Jay races into the ropes and connects with a flying forearm. He goes for a quick cover.

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2

Andrew Fulton: Yoon kicks out. Jay pulls him to his feet as he picks him up and connects with a snap suplex. He pulls Yoon to his feet as he picks him up and connects with an inverted atomic drop, he bounces off the ropes but a spear out of nowhere. Yoon makes the tag into Devon.

Jeremy Tucker: Devon gets into the ring as he pulls up Jay, he picks him up and slams him back into the mat with a thunderous spinebuster. He drops down and lays in a series of forearm shots to the side of Jay’s head. He pulls him back to his feet and he connects with a release German suplex dumping him hard on the back of his neck. Devon pulls Jay to his feet as he picks him up and connects with a brainbuster as he goes for the cover.

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Andrew Fulton: Jay somehow gets a shoulder up. Devon pulls him to his feet as he connects with a hard knee strike right to the bridge of Jay nose. He picks him up and connects with an over the head suplex. Devon walks over as he pulls him to his feet, but somehow Jay is able to make the tag to Nicole. Devon whips Jay into the ropes, but Nicole catches him with a chop block to the back of his knee.

Jeremy Tucker: Jay gets himself together as the two pick up Devon and connect with a double atomic drop. Both bounce off the ropes but Devon connects with a double clothesline sending both hard into the mat. He wants for Nicole to get to her feet, as she does he connects with an huge hook kick, but in doing so he falls into his corner as Yoon tags himself back in.

Andrew Fulton: Once again, I do not think Devon is too happy with it at all. He pulls Nicole to her feet as he whips her into the far corner, he races in and catches her with a body avalanche. He quickly picks her and places her on the top ropes. He goes up as he catches her with a top rope
hurricanrana. He spins around as he goes for the cover.

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Jeremy Tucker: Jay dives in for the save at the last minute. Yoon dropkicks Jay right into his back as he sends him flying to the outside. Yoon quickly bounces off the ropes and connects with a springboard elbow that catches Nicole right in her face. Her pulls her once again back to her feet as he grabs her arm in a hammerlock but pulls her over his head, but he does not realize that he is near there corner as she makes the tag to Jay.

Andrew Fulton: He quickly grabs Nicole by her leg as he pulls her down, she connects with a quick codebreaker as Jay comes flying over the top ropes and connects with a legdrop. He goes for the cover.

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Jeremy Tucker: Yoon gets his foot under the bottom ropes. Devon is itching to get back into the ring. Jay pulls Yoon to his feet as he picks him up and puts him on the top ropes, as he goes up he picks up Yoon and connects with a superplex that shakes the ring. He goes for another cover.

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Andrew Fulton This time Yoon finds a way to get his shoulder up. Jay makes the tag to Nicole. Jay pulls Yoon to his feet as he whips him right into the corner as she goes charging in and connects with a running knee, Yoon goes crashing to the mat. Nicole goes to the top ropes, as she comes off the top ropes she tries for a double stomp but Yoon rolls out of the way, he gets to his feet as she goes charging in he connects with a spear that cut her right in half.

Jeremy Tucker: He is in his corner as Devon makes a hard tag. Jay charges at Devon but he gets caught with a superkick that drives him right out of the ring. Nicole tries to get to her feet but Devon connects with the blade barrage as she is pinned in the corner with a series of elbow and chops strikes. He quickly pulls her out of the corner and in one foul swoop picks her and connects with Pure Gold 2. He goes for the quick cover.

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Frank Salazar: The winners of the match Devon D'Andre and Kaupena Yoon.

Jeremy Tucker: A nice win for these two gentlemen, but I do not like the chemistry going forward with these two.

Andrew Fulton: I think these two are going to be the surprise of this tournament.

Jeremy Tucker: A nice effort for Anderson and Stevens, D’Andre is on the top of his game and they pulled the short straw meeting he and Yoon in round 1. I look forward to seeing more of them, especially Anderson in Amazons action, she should be getting a rematch for that belt real soon.

[Jonnie Valentine]

You are watching The Blessed Be Network. At 6:00, it's My Dad is An Angel? Kevin James plays a father who died as a result of auto-erotic asphyxiation but comes back as his son's guardian angel. 

(Son and Kevin James sitting together in high school classroom, Kevin is dressed in full angel wings, robe, and a harp)

Kevin James: Don't worry, only you can see me. 

Son: I wish that was true when my friends found you hanging in the closet.

Kevin James: Ho boy. (pulls on his halo like a collar) Kids. 

Then at 7:00, it's Thou Shalt Not! The hit new game show where married couples try and guess what sins their partner has committed for cash and prizes! 

Host: Ok, Shelby. Time to turn over your card. 

(Shelby turns over her card that says "Eating Meat On Fridays") 

Host: Oh, eating meat on Fridays. Maybe sneaking a little Big Mac on the ride home from work, Jerry? If she's correct, you will win the trip to Fiji, the 2021 Chevy Blazer, and $38,000. 

(Jerry gulps and turns over his card that says "Coveting Thy Neighbor's Wife") 

Host: Oh, I'm sorry! Kevin had covet thy neighbor's wife! Not eating meat on Fridays which means you lose the the trip to Fiji, the 2021 Chevy Blazer, and the $38,000 dollars but you at least had fun didn't you?

Shelby: (in shock, talking over tears) I...don't...I...

Then at 8:00, it's Before They Were Pastors! See what megapastors were like before they were tasked by God to operate some of the largest corporations, ahem, churches in America. But coming up next is Comfort From the Storm (Australia Edition!), with The Reverend Cornelius Marsh. 

(Reverend Cornelius Marsh's usual organ music plays with an added didgeridoo underneath. The camera fades to Reverend Cornelius Marsh seated at a talk show desk wearing the traditional Aussie slouch hat. Seated to his right is a pink haired middle aged woman. Marsh has his hair slicked back and a honey sweet Southern voice)

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: Hello friends, or should I say g'day friends and welcome to Comfort from the Storm, Australia Edition. I am the Reverend Cornelius Marsh.

Nancy: And I'm Nancy. And this here is my beloved pekingese, Chloe! 

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: That is a koala, Nancy. 

Nancy: No it ain't, Rev, this is (lifts up koala) Ahhh!!! 

(Nancy throws the koala down on the couch)

Nancy: It's another damn koala, Rev! How do they keep switching out with my dog? 

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: Heaven knows Nancy, but they appear to be intellectually superior animals. 

Nancy: I know, I wake up sometimes in my hotel and one of em is sleeping where Chloe was, and I found her in the laundry chute. I'm just trying not to get them wet or feed em after midnight. That's how you get a kangaroo in your room. 

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: Speaking of the sequel being better than the original, The Hellhounds are set to wrestle Armand Von Krauss and Frostbite, again. In Cleveland back in April, it was for the SWAT World Tag Team Championships. The Hellhounds were denied their judgement and the KGB needed every weapon they could find from chairs to broken glass. Romans 12:18 said "Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, 'Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.'"

Nancy: Amen. 

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: But justice denied is merely justice delayed. You hear the footsteps Herr Von Krauss, you can hear them when you're alone and there's no one to annoy with your cigarette smoke. You know a blind man could look back your wretched deeds and see you need to be stopped before you can hurt another of God's lambs. 

Nancy: I don't like that wife of his, Rev. 

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: Why on earth is that, Nancy? 

Nancy: Seems like a hussy is all. "Them German ladies are faster than the autobahn is what my Mother used to say." Of course, we lived in a motel at the time and the ladies at those places was real fast but I didn't hear any of em sprechen sie deutsch, so maybe it was one of those things Mom heard but wasn't true. Like "Bird seed is an all-natural birth control..."

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: Thank you, Nancy. You're mother sounded like a woman of great character. You must miss her dearly. 

Nancy: I do, Rev. But she ain't dead. I just ain't talked to her since I spoiled an episode of Dance Moms she had recorded. 

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: Then we have poor, confused Brother Frosty. But I do not blame that poor soul from Colorado. Nay, I blame the temptress Texas Pete for taking advantage of your weakened state and your somehow uglier nose.  For he has tried to slowly introduce Brother Frosty to a world of sin and perversion. Because it starts with a massage, Brother Frosty. That man, Texas Pete, is grooming you! 

Nancy: Oh no! 

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: That's right, Nancy. But there is glorious news to share with you boys and girls. The Hellhounds shall show you both the light!

Nancy: Which one?

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: Initially the one they wake up to with a bunch of doctors and facial reconstructive surgeons standing over them, speaking slowly so that you can understand. But soon after that, during their indefinite medical leave, they will see that The Hellhounds did all of this to their face and limbs to show them the error of their ways. Now, I'm not a whiner or complainer...

Nancy: Except when them feds got dog poo on your carpet during the raid...

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: (slaps the table so hard, Nancy and the koala jump) THAT WAS A $8,000 HAND KNOTTED IVORY RUG, NANCY!! 

(Reverend Marsh pants, staring down at the desk. Nancy nervously looks at him, then Marsh smooths his hair back and tries to regain his composure)

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: ...But what's money? It was a gift from a fan, er, member of the flock. Anyway, The Hellhounds drew the former SWAT World Tag Team Champions Tong Fairtex in the first round and now we face the current SWAT World Tag Team Champions in the second round. Clearly, SWAT is terrified and rightly so, that The Hellhounds are going to dominate this tag team tournament, because we are a dominating tag team. "More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us." Romans 5:13-5. So do whatever it is you need to make the mountain taller, The Hellhounds will still climb it until they take what I, have told them to take, and that is The Anzac Cup. 

(Organ music with didgeridoo underneath plays as the lights dim and the camera pulls back)

This was Comfort From The Storm. Coming up next, Christian Anime. See your favorite bible tales brought to life in this exciting new medium. 

Samson: You can not defeat me. Ha ha ha. Go back home and play with your toys. Ha ha ha. Wait, is that a rock? 

(David slings a rock and the rock flies through the air as Samson makes confused noises) 

[SWAT Team]

(The tournament returns from commercials for the next SWAT show and where Battleground is going to tour next, the Anzac Cup's official commemorative edition, along with commercials for the latest concert tours and an ominous warning about an impending arrival. The scene fades to the Melbourne skyline and then to ringside which ringsiders are holding signs saying "We have Zen for Bloodied Zen Romance!," "Sinclair Godfrey and Donzig are Donkees!," "Bloodied Zen Romance are Number One!" and "The Dark Stars and Dark Novas are going to bloody kill you!" before fading to the broadcast table where Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton are sitting wearing officially licensed SWAT masks and caps and wearing headsets.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Welcome back to SWAT's version of Summerslam and WrestleMania combined. The fifth annual Anzac Cup first round continues and surprises seem to be abound with surprise teams coming out winners for years and this year is no exception to that rule so far."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah 'Loser' Linda La Fey and my one and only Blaze Freya advanced against the real team of Joanne Cannelli and Eddie D. The always great Rally Jackson and El Combatealorean are out too not to mention Team Fairtex goneski. Then there's those two repeat idiots from the soon to be dead AWF and the impressive combination of Sinclair Godfrey and Donzig."

Jeremy Tucker: "Just saying the last two tag teams names seemed to leave you conflicted?"

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah Bloodied Zen Romance are pure losers who trashed SWAT and they still show no remorse for it including this year and despite what they said I don't believe anything they say anymore not that I care what they say. They were an embarrassment in the first round last year and they will be an embarrassment this year. Then there's that murderer Donzig and his equally murderous partner valet Sinclair Godfrey. You got to give credit where credit is due"

Jeremy Tucker: "Donzig vowed to win the Anzac Cup all by himself. He chose his compainion to enter as his partner, who gave a good accounting of herself against her bitter rival Commandrix of The Dark Novas. Both are going to be in a three way for the SWAT Amazons Women's Championship at Shockwave. She was also an NECW Women's Champion and both are feuding with The Dark Stars and Dark Novas."

Andrew Fulton: "From what I hear they seem to be feuding with everybody in NPW. Donzig and Sinclair Godfrey seem to enjoy courting trouble. When it comes to Donzig and Sinclair they seem to be truly hated in the SWAT locker room. Which is always a good sign in my book."

Jeremy Tucker: "Well Donzig's one half of a NPW tag team called Donkee."

Andrew Fulton: "What did he call his team."

Jeremy Tucker: "Donkee is the teams name and he's partnered with Freakke the Clown."

Andrew Fulton: "He's teamed with a clown? Oh this just gets better and better."

Jeremy Tucker: "They are a team in the NPW."

Andrew Fulton: "Oh this is definitely getting better and better. Who runs that place Dudley Do Right."

Jeremy Tucker: "Gus Arnold."

Andrew Fulton: "No wonder why things are so screwed up in Canada. When it comes to this match it should be called Bloodied Zen Romance vs. Donkee 2.0."

Jeremy Tucker: "Bloodied Zen Romance plans on getting back at SWAT for wronging them."

Andrew Fulton: "Newsflash Bloodied Zen Romance. You idiots were the ones who trashed SWAT and acting too cocky for your own good last year. They paid for it by being eliminated in the first round and history is going to repeat itself this year. So you two are going to be two first round losers with a capital L_O_S_E_R_S"

Jeremy Tucker: "They admitted they were too cocky and arrogant going into the Anzac Cup last year and when they trashed SWAT. This year they promised to be focused on winning this round and they seem ready to go through with their promise and they could win, I like their chances here tonight."

Andrew Fulton: "They better be ready or else those two Space Jam Looney Tunes will give them an early exit. Yet they made one big error and that is they insulted Donzig and we all know what he does to those who insult him. Who knows if Bloodied Fox is serious about winning this tournament since AWF is dead and all he seems to care about is his XHF Hall of Fame status."

Jeremy Tucker: "Well that's your point of view but I think Bloodied Fox Bloodied Zen Romance is going to break through to the next round. Right now let's go to the ring for the introductions."

Frank Salazar: "The following Anzac Cup first round tournament contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Reading, England and Camden, London, England respectively. They come in at a total combined weight of 417lbs. Please welcome The Vulpine Scumbag and from the AWF Bloodied Fox and Brendan Harding from JROK Bloodied Zen Romance."

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The arena lights pulse red as the riff of "Best Clockmaker on Mars" kicks in and two masked figures of Bloodied Fox and Brendan Harding make their way out, doing a fist bump and a two sweet repectively and then heading down to the ring. They slide in and face each removing their masks before kissing and then touching foreheads.

Frank Salazar: "Now introducing from Pittsburgh, Pa. and Parts Unknown respectively. They come in at a total combined weight of 355lbs. They both represent SWAT and NPW. Please welcome Donzig and Sinclair Godfrey."

"See You Soon" by Chelsea Green plays and the lights go down and come up an angry red. Flames explode from either side of the ramp jets and bursts of flame erupting into the air. Donzig walks from the back, wearing his skull mask his hood up followed by Sinclair Godfrey. They pause glaring out across the crowd before he shakes his head before they walk down the ramp slowly. They circle around the ring still watching the crowd before pausing to watch the announce team before they climb the steps. He stops at the ropes, reaching up to shove his hood back and Sinclair removes her coat 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 with Sinclair Godfrey. Arms resting on the ropes while waiting for the match to begin.

Jeremy Tucker: "The bell rings and this match is underway. Brendan Harding starts off for his team while Sinclair Godfrey starts off for her team. They lock up and maneuver for position and continue maneuvering along the ropes until Brendan traps Sinclair in a corner."

Andrew Fulton: "Ooh that bitch slap from Sinclair really resounded throughout the arena. Hell I felt that slap from Sinclair. Brendan explodes with a series of European uppercuts but Sinclair counters with some European uppercuts of her own followed by some stiff punches Brandon staggers to his corner."

Jeremy Tucker: "Bloodied Fox tags in and he's eyeing Donzig. He points to him and dares Donzig to tag in and Sinclair looks at him and both nod. He sneers and shows his disgust as he tags in."

Andrew Fulton: "Does that look remind you of anything. Donzig enters the ring and spits at The Vulpine Scumbag and yells something at him."

Jeremy Tucker: "They waste no time locking up and Donzig starts punching Bloodied Fox followed by a series of kicks to the back of his legs all the while screaming and shouting at him. Believe me everyone what he's yelling and screaming is not for the sensitive or appropriateness of viewers."

Andrew Fulton: "Well he called out Donzig with a bunch of insults and that maniac is paying him back. Donzig elbow smashes Bloodied Fox so hard he busted Vulpine Scumbag's head open. Now The Void Master face smashes him into the canvas."

Jeremy Tucker: "He tags in Sinclair and she continues to stomp on him without mercy. She picks him up and bodyslams him before whipping him into the ropes as Brendan secretly tags in Bloodied Fox. He dropkicks Sinclair and follows up with a shotgun dropkick."

Andrew Fulton: "Bloodied Fox tags in Brendan and delivers a Question Mark kick before leaving the ring. Brendan delivers a German suplex followed by a second and a third before bridging into a pin for a close two count and some harsh words from Donzig."

Jeremy Tucker: "Bloodied Fox isn't taking it and points while insulting Donzig's tag team partner. Sinclair counters Brendan's enziguiri with a dragonscrew legsweep followed by a Enzui Shining Wizard."

Andrew Fulton: "Donzig continues to intimidate Bloodied Zen Romance with whatever he's saying. Sinclair whips Brendan into the corner and charges in with a running knee but Brendan rolls out of the way. Sinclair looks hurt as Brendan tags in a rabid Bloodied Fox."

Jeremy Tucker: "Don't you mean a hungry Bloodied Fox."

Andrew Fulton: "No rabid since he and The Hell Hounds never got their rabies shots."

Jeremy Tucker: "Please."

Andrew Fulton: "Look at him. He's punishing Sinclair for her partner's insults."

Jeremy Tucker: "Bloodied Fox has good reason to be fired up. He belly to belly suplex's Sinclair and holds on to execute a second and a third before throwing her. He makes the cover for a close two count. The Vulpine Scumbag waits and delivers a penalty. Donzig only sneers at him but we know what he wants to do."

Andrew Fulton: "Even a sneer from Donzig is a scary thing. Bloodied Fox tags in Brendan and executes a Bloodied Fox Trap while Brendan hits a Thanix Cannon aka No Shepherd Without Vakarian. He makes the cover but Donzig breaks it up with a curb stomp."

Jeremy Tucker: "Brendan German suplex's Sinclair and does it again and a third and fourth time. He whips Sinclair but doesn't see the tag to a raging Donzig. He drops down and executes a kip up hurricanrana to her only to be getting a big boot to the face by Donzig."

Andrew Fulton: "Sinclair gut wrench powerslams Brendan followed by a curb stomp of her own. She leaves the ring and Donzig mounts and punches Brendan's head and face and he's bleeding badly. Look at that sadistic smile on Donzig's face as he slaps Brendan's face hard and talks smack."

Jeremy Tucker: "He can back it up too. Donzig whips Brendan into the corner and connects with a knee strike. Donzig backs up and does it again and a third time busting Brendan's nose open worse than before. He tags in Sinclair and she Saito suplex's Brendan and does it again and a third time."

Andrew Fulton: "Sinclair tags in Donzig again and he knocks Bloodied Fox off the ring apron. He whips Brendan into the corner and follows quickly with a face breaker knee smash."

Jeremy Tucker: "Donzig's determined to teach all teams a lesson and he's starting with Bloodied Zen Romance. He sets up and snap suplex's Brendan and does it a second and a third time."

Andrew Fulton: "Donzig slaps Brendan and continues his verbal assault of insults and profanity. What is Donzig doing now? Did he just throw Brendan into his corner and dares him to tag out. Does Donzig realize that you have to keep the opponent's partner from tagging in?"

Jeremy Tucker: "Who knows what he's thinking. Bloodied Fox sommersaults into the ring all fired up and they start exchanging forearms. Donzig seems to be enjoying it and wants Bloodied Fox to hit him harder and he does before he returns the forearms. Bloodied Fox comes back with a series of stiff Kawada Kicks."

Andrew Fulton: "Donzig looks hurt but then again where have we seen that before. Bloodied Fox delivers a stiff hook kick to Donzig's head sending Donzig to one knee before tagging Brendan back in and he drags Donzig by his beard while staying in his face. Brendan goes to the middle rope and executes a tornado DDT. He makes the cover for a close two count."

Jeremy Tucker: "Brendan bounds into the ropes and delivers a springboard codebreaker before tagging in Bloodied Fox who delivers a Go 2 Sanguine. He makes the cover.....One.....Two....Th.....No! Sinclair breaks it up with a flying double axehandle from halfway across the ring."

Andrew Fulton: "Someone take her back to Salem and put her on trial before burning her at the stake. Seriously, there's absolutely no way she could pull that off. Bloodied Fox dropkicks Sinclair out of the ring and sets up Donzig Lament Configuration. He has Donzig allegedly where he wants him."

Jeremy Tucker: "Donzig delivers a series of elbows that forces a break in the hold. Donzig chop blocks Bloodied Fox before whipping him into the ropes and delivers a spinebuster. He makes the cover for a close three count."

Andrew Fulton: "Donzig looks like a really mean mountain man who's out to commit cold blooded murder. He tags in Sinclair and she goes to the top rope as he sits Bloodied Fox up and she comes off with a Sitting Meteora. She makes the cover for a close two count."

Jeremy Tucker: "Bloodied Zen Romance just won't quit or doesn't believe in quitting until the end. Sinclair cinches in a STF and she's pulling back and rocking back and forth as Bloodied Fox is in pain as he struggles to get to the ropes. He grabs desperately at the ropes and Sinclair continues until the five count and releases the submission hold."

Andrew Fulton: "Sinclair just slapped him while insulting the former Champion. She tags in Donzig and she executes the Witches Hammer and Bloodied Fox to the Event Horizon. This could be it....One...Two....Thr.....No! Brendan breaks the count."

Jeremy Tucker: "Bloodied Fox needs to make the tag and fast. Donzig continues to insult and verbally abuse The Vulpine Scumbag while slapping him on the head. He grabs Bloodied Fox's leg and cinches in an anklelock but Bloodied Fox turns and kicks him off."

Andrew Fulton: "Desperate and futile move on his part. Bloodied Fox lunges and hot tags Brendan in and he leaps over the ropes and clotheslines Donzig before delivering a jumping DDT. He makes the cover for a close two count."

Jeremy Tucker: "Brendan sets up Donzig and delivers a Zen Driver. He makes the cover but Sinclair makes the save. Bloodied Fox charges in and he spears Sinclair out of the ring."

Andrew Fulton: "Donzig brutally Clothesline From Hell to Bloodied Fox sending him out of the ring. Brendan delivers a neckbreaker to Donzig as Bloodied Fox gets back up and makes his way back to his corner."

Jeremy Tucker: "Brendan tags Bloodied Fox back in and they set up Donzig and pull the B2R Trigger. This could be it....One.... Two.... Thr..... No!

Sinclair just saved the match. Sinclair just got tossed over the ropes by Bloodied Fox. They set up Donzig again for the Beautiful Chimera."

Andrew Fulton: "They hit it! They could be heading for their first trip to the second round. Brendan makes the cover and hooks the leg.... One..... Two.... Thr..... No! Sinclir is showing some skills here."

Jeremy Tucker: "Throughout this match she's been showing some skills. Sinclair's proving why she's been a women's champion and a trusted 2nd to the Harbinger of Death, Donzig."

Andrew Fulton: “Sinclair superkicks Bloodied Fox out of the ring. Sinclair waits as Donzig executes an Event Horizon (Stunner) before she executes another Witches Hammer. Donzig makes the cover and double hooks the leg.....One.....Two.....Three!!!!"

Frank Salazar: "Your winners and moving to the next round at 20 minutes Donzig and Sinclair Godfrey.

Jeremy Tucker: "Once again Bloodied Zen Romance was this close to going the next round and again they came up short losing this time to Donzig and Sinclair Godfrey."

Andrew Fulton: "They gave it a good crack, but alas, Donzig and Godfrey were the better team on this night, they move on now to meet who they have been craving, Devon D’Andre and Yoon”

(They fade to commercials.)

[Donzig]

We're back from commercials, and Donzig is still fuming at ringside it seems despite the win of his team. He tugs at his beard, glaring at the crowd as he leans in the corner with a scowl. Then he shakes his head, waving away Sinclair as he slides from the ring with a final glare cast at Brendan before he stalks over to the ring announcer's table. He shoves Frank Salazar, snarling for the mic before he rips it from his hands. Sinclair shrugs helplessly as she follows, and Donzig pushes Tucker aside before he climbs onto the announce desk. He bows his head, before looking up with a sneer as he lifts the mic. He points angrily at Bloodied Fox, before he speaks over a chorus of boos. 'Hey! If you are pissed about the beating we just gave your husband? You know where I am! You came into SWAT, talking a good game but here we are! And I think it is sad you let him eat the pin instead of facing me yourself, Fox!'

The fans booed, and Donzig stared down Bloodied Fox. He laughs, shrugging before he brought up the mic again. 'You know what? I'm free at Overheated, so if you want to settle this? Let's fucking do it, because you know what? If this is the best the AWF's first ever, only, and last Triple Crown winner can do? I am not fucking impressed!'

The fans again jeered, and Donzig smirked at them as he looked down at Sinclair who looked both concerned and annoyed. Donzig started to pace back and forth atop the announce table, eyes narrowing as he saw Tucker trying to motion him down. And he waved a hand angrily, the mic lifted again as he snorted. 'Tucker, I advise you to keep quiet. Because what I did to Fulton will seem like a light day at the office if I see your mouth flop open again, yeah? And as for you fans, all of you people here in the Commonwealth? You paid your aussie bucks to see me, I promise you, I promise you that I didn't pay to see you! So just sit back in your chairs, and takes notes!'

The fans didn't like that either, and Donzig laughed mockingly into the mic as they booed. Than he shook his head, a hand lifting as he brought up the mic once more with a shake of his head. 'You can all boo all you want, but tonight? I am getting the fucking Anzac Cup, or I am getting my pound of flesh! And I don't really care which one it is! I am the Harbinger of Death! I am the Herald of Obvlion! The master of the Void! And I am not going to be denied, I am not going to be fucking stopped by the fucking rabble of the XHF!'

He paused, and tilted his head as he licked his lips. 'And that starts with Devon D'Andre and his partner, Yoon! Because I promise you, I haven't forgotten how you got in my business last show! I haven't forgotten your condescending tone as you talked down to me after winning that championship! And I am going to take every second, every fucking second of my annoyance out on your sorry carcass! Do you get that? I already beat your boy, the Hawaiian Punch man! And tonight? I am going to beat you!'

Sinclair covered her mouth, trying to not laugh at that as Donzig again stared across the crowd. He was clearly furious, and he started to pace again. 'And then we have the rest of this so called field! Union Jack-Off and the Walking Penis Joke? Is that supposed to be clever? And all of you people here in Australia, you sit there and you boo me! You boo me! And you cheer for that shit? And I am supposed to care what you think? Please, please, go buy all the Penis-dactyl and Union Jack-off merch you can! Go get it now, because you people and them were made for each other!'

The fans exploded in jeers, and the boos drowned out Donzig as he chuckled. His eyes wild as he waved a hand, pausing in his pacing again as he stared down at Tucker. Then he looked up, eyes narrowed. 'I promise you there are no penis jokes in the Void!'

Donzig took a deep breath, and he continued. 'Lucky Linda and Freya Blaze. So you got lucky and got to inuldge your foot fetish and beat Eddie.'

A sneer, and Donzig mockingly claps before he snorts. 'I promise you, that if we meet up in the finals? That I am not so hapless as Eddie, that maybe just maybe our Champion got lucky against Goth! But hey, whatever at least you won.'

A pause, and Donzig sniffed before he waved a hand. 'But look here, I have the future Amazons Champion in my corner. I have someone who just helped me defeat the pride of the AWF and his husband. Which means ladies that if you look across the ring, and you see the children of the Void? Your fucking luck has run out, because I am the inevitable! And you will need more than luck! I promise you!'

Donzig paused once more as the angry fans drowned him out with their boos, and his face twitched as he stood atop the table. Then he started to pace again, shaking his head before he tapped the mic before he lifted it again with a faint smirk. 'Reverend Cornelius Marsh, and the Hellhounds.'

The fans popped, and Donzig didn't like that at all. 'Let me tell you something, 700 Club! You talk a good game with your little jokes, and your little comments? But Reverend? I am going to give you and your Hellhounds a chance to get closer to the Lord, I am going to give you a learning experience. I suggest you open up your little bible if you and your--' Donzig paused, a hand tugging at his beard before he scowled. '--Church Lady can find it. And look up Pslams 34:18.'

'As for the Hellhounds? You boys like to go hard, you like to fight a war?' Donzig scowled, head lowered before it again as he stopped pacing to scream into the mic. "I am fucking War! I AM DEATH IN HIGH PLACES! I AM THE GREAT LEVELLER! AND I AM COMING FOR YOU! SO GET THE FUCK READY!' His fist slammed against his chest with every word, and he growled as he waved a hand starting to pace again. 'I don't care if you bring a cheese grater, a fucking trash can, all the chairs you can find? Because I am going to break the pair of you! You can't stand before the storm, boys!'

Donzig paused, a hand lifting to smooth his beard before he shook his head. His outburst silencing the crowd for a moment, and he rolled his shoulders before he continued. 'The Revenants. Now, you know I like you boys. We're bros, and we did some real shit at Call to Arms. But when we face each other in this ring? Keith, Double O. You know it is just business.'

Donzig shrugged, and then he tapped the mic against his shoulder as he crossed his arms. And he frowned at Fulton and Tucker before he tilted his head, and he exchanged a look with Sinclair. Then the mic was brought back to his mouth, and he sniffed. 'DT and Mistress Discipline.'

The fans cheered, and Donzig stared out at them with a sneer before he held up his hand. 'First of all, I don't fucking care about your nuptials. I don't want to hear anything else about cupcakes. But what I do care about? Is DT's claims of corruption.'

Donzig paused, and a hand lifted to rake across his head before he shrugged. Pacing back and forth, and he spoke into the mic. 'Now much like in American politics, which I am not going to bore the people of Australia with. You've got your own problems after all. As soon as one party starts telling me how corrupt the other guy is? It makes me think about how corrupt they are! Because let me assure all of you people, that everyone is fucking corrupt. Everyone is only looking out for themselves, and anyone who tells you anything else?'

A pause, and Donzig scowls. 'Is selling something.'

'DT talks about how Armand has driven away all the top stars that fans pay money to see, eh? But yet he is still here, taking Soutter's money! So DT talks a good game, but at the end of the day? He's just as bad as what he claims to want to fight.' The fans booed, and he smirked at their disdain before he shrugged. 'You'll see. I have dealt with men like DT before men who talk about honor, love for the fans, and how they are here for respect or to prove something? But I can see them, I can see their hearts are as black as mine. Or Soutter's. Or Keith's. Or even Armand's.'

Donzig paused, and he licked his lips before he motioned the camera closer as he leaned down to glare at it. 'DT, by the way in your little chat? I noticed you looked past me, that you looked past the Void, that you did not meet the gaze of the Harbinger of Death. And I forgive you, but you need to see me. I am inevitable, you can not escape me. There is no escape, I am death in high places. I am the servant of Endless Hunger.'

Donzig's head tilted, and he ignored the crowd. He ignored Fulton and Tucker, and he sniffed. 'And DT? Mistress Discipline? Cupcakes will not sastify us.'

Donzig rose, then and he lifted his arms wide as the crowd jeered and booed. And then he stepped down from the table, and motioned for Salazar to come get his mic. Andrew Fulton blinked, and then swallowed before he spoke. 'Ah, Donzig? Didn't you forget a team?' Donzig and Sinclair stared at him, and Donzig arched a brow before Fulton exchanged looks with Tucker. 'Frostbite and Armand? The KGB?'

Donzig reached over slowly, and patted Fulton on the shoulder before he leaned down to purr into the mic. 'Did I? I am sure you are mistaken, Mister Fulton.'

Sinclair snorted a laugh, and Donzig drew back before he flipped the mic at Salazar. Then he started for the ramp, mocking the crowd as he went.

[bloodiedfox]

We cut to Gorilla position, where...

Warren W Webber here, looking to get a word with Bloody Zen Romance. Gentlemen, another close fought first round loss, but I have to ask about your response to Do...

Before he can finish the name, the angry Bloodied Fox snatches the mic from Webber and looks right into the camera.

Donzig, you should have just been happy with your win. You earned it. But that wasn't enough for you? You want to shit talk the man I love and try to goad me? Well fuck sunshine, I haven't got anything going on at Overheated either! Consider the challenge accepted; you against me, street fight.

He shoves the mic back to Webber before stalking off. The battered Brendan Harding pats the bemused interviewer on the shoulder and leans in to speak on the mic.

Hey SWAT, thanks for the warm welcome. We'll see you again next year. Third time's the charm?

He winks and follows his husband off screen as we fade to black.

[Deleted]

Far past the hustle and bustle of the backstage area and away from the congestion of the catering tables sat the locker room of the one and only tandem of Bear-o-dactyl.

Resting between their first and second round matches, the pair of international luchadors now knew they’d face the veteran SWAT Amazons pairing of ”Lucky” Linda La Fey and ”The Blackpool Bombshell”, Blaze Freya so preparations had begun.

Pequeño Dinosaurio lay upon the black dressing room floor, stretching and rehydrating, running over sequences in his mind as ’Tusa’ by Karol G and Nicki Minaj plays on an iPhone sat next the the rookie sensation.

The unmistakable accent of the Norwich native rings out over the music. ”Can ye cool it on the stretching mate? I get it…you’re flexible, but between that and the sexy Mexican music, I’m over here getting a stiffy.” Not content at leaving the joke there, Union Jack adds from his perch in the corner of the room, his feet up, "Every time you go into downward dog I nearly finish! It's like coming up behind a drunk eighteen year old as she scrambles to pick up her dropped condoms.... God I miss Essex." Trailing off the Brit was all smiles.

Gathering himself to sit cross legged, he takes a long drink from a nearby bottle of water. ”Sorry amigo…” He started, laughing off his friend’s jest. ”…Just nervous I guess. I really want this one, I just want to make sure i’m ready for this next round. Show everyone we’re for real, you know?”

This was their chance, their moment. Both were still relatively new to the company and his own Television Championship reign was now a memory, they needed a big performance here to show the roster they were a team to be reckoned with.

”Aye…” the Lucha bear squeezed out as he towelled himself down and applied cologne liberally. ”…we got past those KGB cunts only to be given two more in round two!” Laughing as he finished, Jack was full of confidence.

”I wouldn’t be so quick to write them off, Linda and Blaze are two of the top competitors in SWAT, we need to take them seriously. With their gas tanks we’re going to need to hit hard, hit fast and keep our tags quick…what are you doing?

Nodding, Union Jack was quick to recap. ”Hit it hard, hit it fast and tag out. I think I can handle that…sounds like a typical Saturday night for yours truly. And what does it look like I’m doing?” The man bear asked, straightening his ears but not waiting for a reply. ”I’m getting primed, preened and ready to go out there for round two and give those two ladies the bumming of a lifetime!”

Walking in on Jack’s vulgar description of how they’d assert their dominance, the disgust on her face is palpable as she quips. ”Ah Jack, your accent does you wonders. It even makes even sexual assault sound classy.” Seeing the bear’s smile evaporate instantly, Vanessa knew she had their attention now. ”First off, congrats on getting through the first round guys. Hopefully we can get you guys through to the finals against the ReVenants…”

Vanessa’s barely started and Union Jack has heard enough. ”Oy, here we go again with those cunts! Your new boyfriend only has that shiny belt until management gets off their arse and give him his rematch!”

”Jack…” Her annoyance somehow made the petit Latina suddenly tower over the seated Brit. ”…for the last time. I. Am. Not. Seeing. Oxford. Osland. It’s just business, I try to split my time between you two and him as evenly as possible, which would be a lot easier if you two would play nice. Look, I even have a promotional opportunity for you that comes with a chance to go back to England!”

One step ahead of her, Union Jack is all smiles. ”Well…why didn’t you say so? It’s about bloody time! Union Jack Condoms, keep more than a stiff upper lip! This is going to be amazing!”

Stunned a moment, she wasn’t sure if Jack was serious or just being Jack. ”Ummm, actually it’s for Marmite! It’s perfect brand synergy for you Jack! Think about it. Marmite is an acquired taste and you’re, well, you!” Pausing as she lays out her greatest argument, Jack had certainly been building a following since joining Dinosaurio in SWAT, but that following was every bit about Jack’s behaviour as it was his in ring skills. ”The pitch is you do a commercial with the usual slogan of ”Love it or hate it.” AND ”It’s an acquired taste, like me.” What do you say?”

Initially turning his nose up at the thought, a clear and conscious choice is made as the man-bear responds, "Urgh! That stuff tastes like spunk...you know, I presume...But if being a corporate slag worked for that squeaky voiced cunt, Beckham, I'd be stupid to say no!"

Beside herself with joy, International opportunities were chances to make more contacts, more deals. This was big for all of them. ”Wait…You’ll do it?! That’s fantastic Jack! You won’t regret this! I promise! You’re going to be the face of Marmite! I’ll start working on the details immediately! Try not to say cunt in the commercial…”

Standing up at the word ’cunt’, Jack is excited as he interrupts, pointing at the bulge in his singlet. ”Keep talking like that, you're gonna have to become my fluffer as well as my agent! Can't very well wrestle in this state can I?!"

Shaking her head, she was actually smiling as she responded, ”Nice try Jack.” Nothing could bring her down right now, not even Jack’s crude advances. ”Look guys, i’ve got to get going since the time difference in England is going to keep me up most of the night doing paperwork, but good luck guys. I’m rooting for you.” And with that, Vanessa smiled and let herself out.

”I’m wearing her down mate! I’m fucking wearing her down! Did you hear that, she didn’t say no! I’ll have her folded up under me like an accordion yet! Now if you’ll excuse me, i’m off to the lol to take care of this.” Pointing at his crotch, Jack exits as well, leaving the young Dinosaurio sat alone on the floor with his thoughts.

Despite the confidence of his partner, his own had taken a hit. Losing the Television Championship, losing that six man match with Lucky Linda, then coming up short against Bloodied Fox. He was starting to wonder if he’d be defined by his losses, seeing the positives were difficult at best.

But just as the sun seems brightest after a storm, a sound rang out through the dressing room. The theme from Jurassic Park along with the roar of the movie’s famous Tyrannosaurus Rex. It was only one person, his father.

The young man snatched the phone off the floor and answered, noting the time difference in Japan. ”Good morning papa.” Instantly he was a child again, the worries of a moment ago lost in his own fandom. His father wasn’t just his father, he was his idol, his role model.

What came back took him by surprise, ”I’m taking a little time off to rest before my next defense and I’d like to see you. We need to talk, in person. Jack is becoming a bad influence on you and i’ve seen enough. Have Vanessa schedule that toy signing and send her father the details.”

Knowing there was no point arguing, he was a scolded child now. ”Yes papa.” And just like that he was gone.

A flood of new worries entered his mind, his father was coming…and he wasn’t happy. He needed to warn Jack.

Up in a flash, Pequeño Dinosaurio runs out the door to find Jack and Vanessa. He had a new motivation...prove his father wrong.

[vastrix]

Backstage in the conference room turned dressing room for Armand von Krauss and his cronies, Armand von Krauss sits in his ring gear while smoking an Egyptian cigarette. Gabriel Tuck sits with Hehehe and Hahaha in the room, munching on a bag of salt and pepper pork rinds.

Gabriel Tuck: Boss, you got them Hellhounds coming up. I don’t envy you and Frostbite that match. Those guys are monsters.

Armand considers it for a moment, enjoying his cigarette, before responding.

Armand von Krauss: The Hellhounds come into the ring with a certain amount of momentum in the start of the match. All you have to do is turn that momentum against them and they won’t know what to do.

Gabriel Tuck: Yeah, they come into the ring and stomp a mud hole in people. How do you turn that around?

Hehehe: You send them-

Hahaha: In the wrong direction?

Armand von Krauss: You simply attack them first. When they come running to make the attack, hit them with a spine buster. Whatever you hit them with, hit them first. Knock them out of their offensive train and they won’t know what to do with themselves, but lose. Also, why don’t you come down and take care of the good Reverend so he doesn’t have the chance to properly direct his monsters.

Gabriel Tuck: I think I can manage that, boss.

Hehehe: You want us-

Hahaha: To bash someone?

Armand flicks ashes onto the floor with a smile.

Armand von Krauss: I like your enthusiasm, boys, but you did enough in letting Union Jack and Pequeno Dinosaurio win their match against you as we planned.

Hehehe: We wanted-

Hahaha: To win, but-

Hehehe: You said we-

Hahaha: Should lose.

Armand von Krauss: Yeah, it works out for the better that Jack and Pequeno think that they managed to “get one over on you” and rise through the tournament to face Frostbite and myself in the ring so that their hopes and dreams of winning this tournament can be crushed by me. I want to see the hope in Pequeno’s eyes die as I crush him body and spirit in the ring to move onto the final round.

Hehehe: We want to-

Hahaha: Break Jack-

Hehehe: For what-

Hahaha: He did.

Armand von Krauss: Once I am finished with them, you can have your way with them both. I care not of their fate once I have destroyed them in the ring. You have my permission to finish them off once and for all.

Hehehe and Hahaha: Thank you, boss.

Armand flicks his cigarette butt against the wall where it explodes inn a shower of sparks.

Armand von Krauss: First the Hellhounds, then Bear-O-Dactyl, and then the finals probably against Top of the Class. All of our enemies in one single night. It is good.

Gabriel Tuck: Sounds like a lot of work, but you the boss.

[Oh-Oh]

[We open as the ReVenants walk through the gorilla position after their successful victory over Rally Jackson and his bodyguard. We watch as Osland and Keith exchange a tight handshake and half hug before walking off to do their respective media obligations. Before SWAT interviewer Katie Moss can get Osland's attention, she waits as Oxford and Vanessa Martinez seem to be locked in deep conversation. Vanessa is looking professional in her business suit and tablet under her arm. Osland remains respectful, nodding his head as Vanessa leads the conversation.]

[We can't help but notice that as the conversation carries on, Osland is starting to scan the area, hoping to make eye contact with someone. Vanessa happened to be looking down at her tablet, and once she's ready to share her news, Osland snaps back into place.]]

Vanessa: "This is a very popular Telenovela in Mexico."

[Her eyes glistened and smiled all at the same time.]

Vanessa: "I was able to secure you a small reoccurring role when they begin shooting later this summer."

[Osland smiles, knowing how hard Vanessa must've worked to secure the opportunity and does his best to feign excitement.]

Osland: "This is... wow, I'm speechless."

Vanessa: "They'll need you do learn Spanish. I can teach you the basics, and then set you up with a professional to round out your capabilities."

[Perhaps the timing is off. It was the middle of the biggest tag team tournament in professional wrestling, and he had just opened the door to reconciliation with Dangerous Donna. But at the end of the day, this was something that Osland had asked for. To truly live the 'King of TV" life, he would need acting experience. To her credit. Vanessa Martinez and her network of connections had come through, but in this moment, she seemed more excited about the opportunity than Osland. Sensing that Osland was struggling with something, Vanessa inquired.]

Vanessa: "What is it? I thought you would be ecstatic."

Osland: "I am, really... I am. I guess I'm just in a state of shock. Coupled with that fact that there is still a lot to accomplish here tonight, and I'm also..."

[Osland catches himself. For some reason he doesn't feel completely comfortable discussing his 'relations' with Donna at the moment.]

Vanessa: "Your performance out there tonight sealed the deal for you. I received the call just moments before you walked backstage and I couldn't wait to share the news."

[Osland once again surveys the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of Dangerous Donna. So far, no luck.]

Osland: "You said later this summer meaning I would be headed to Mexico in between shows for filming?"

Vanessa: "Its my home country and I believe you'll love it. We will figure out together."

[We?]

[Osland's instincts suddenly snap into focus. He looks Vanessa up and down and is reminded that she truly is the total package. Beauty, Brains, Ambitious, Kind, Trustworthy and Dedicated.]

Vanessa: "I feel like I've overwhelmed you. Why don't you grab some water and watch the next match on the monitors and get yourself ready."

[Osland couldn't find the words, as he seemed overwhelmed with a myriad of thoughts and emotions.]

[He hoped to see her again tonight at some point.]

[Off to the left Katie Moss was being nudged by the SWAT camera crew to approach Osland to get his thoughts on what had transpired thus far. Based on Katie's body language, she's repulsed by Osland's forward nature and obliviously offence mindset that he often displays with the cameras rolling.]

Moss: "Ox. A word?"

[Osland was lost in thought for a moment, before he realized that the red light of the camera was on, and it was showtime.]

Osland: "Anything for you Kelly."

Moss: "It's Ka.."

[She stops herself, because at this point is it even really worth it?]

[Osland walks forward with his chest extended. His eyes are making love to the camera in ways only he can.]

Osland: "There is a certain air of mystery flowing through the hallways here in Australia. They say Karma can be a real Bee-Eye-Tee-See-Aytch, and look no further than the SWAT World Champion; Eddie D and the fact that he has already been eliminated from the Anzac Cup!"

[Toothy Grin.]

Osland: "Earlier tonight, I approached Eddie and I felt less than satisfied with his 'thank you' for propelling him to that elusive victory to become the SWAT World Champion. It takes a big man to admit that he can't do it on his own, and he desperately sought my advice and voila! Magic. If you believe our session and his success aren't correlated, you're more of a fool than that clown Rally Jackson."

Moss: 'Speaking of Rally Jackson, are you aware that he broke into your condo in Miami prior to leaving on his flight to Australia?"

[Katie shows Osland footage of Rally Jackson exiting the beachfront Condo in Miami that we've all become accustomed to visiting on a regular basis.]

[Osland's eyes widen.]

[Katie Moss seems to feel that this is a moral victory, as he watches Osland squirm.]

Osland: "That lowlife used my Bidet?"

[Osland starts to feign that he might vomit all over Kelly's shoes.]

Osland: "Where's Chad? He's supposed to be keeping an eye on things while I'm out of town."

[Osland goes from anxious, to angry to disgusted in the span of five seconds.]

[Kelly Moss does her best to hold back her laughter, but to no avail.]

Moss: "Bahahahaa"

Osland: "What is this? Some sort of set-up?"

[Moss covers her mouth, preventing any further laughter from leaking through.]

Moss: "My apologies. it's just... your reaction... I don't think I've seen anything like it."

Osland: "That's called 'range' darling. The same range that just secured me a big spot in a soap opera I'll have you know!"

[Osland is desperately trying to slide back into his macho facade.]

Osland: "As I was saying..."

[Osland clears his throat for effect.]

Osland: "Eddie D might as well accept the fact that the championship gold that I hold is presently sitting as the strongest and most sought after championship in SWAT. Heck, perhaps in the entire wrestling world. A future acting star, and the KING of TV has walked through the front door of SWAT and laid everyone to waste that they've put in front of me. Add to the fact that Keith Williams and I are the epitome of 'poetry in motion' inside of the ring together. What you all saw out there tonight was a precursor to what's ahead later tonight as we continue our path to the Anzac Cup trophy."

[RAAAAHHHH!!!]

[In the background we here the fans in the arena serenading the winners of the match. Off in the distance, we hear that announcer call the name 'Top of the Class']

Moss: "Hot off the press. It looks like The ReVenants are going to take on Death Trap and The Mistress of Discipline in round 2."

Osland: "The Mistress of... come again?"

[Moss is exasperated. She can sense the joke coming and she knows full well she is setting it up.]

Moss: "Discipline..."

Osland: "Like, when you're being naughty?"

Moss: "Something like that."

Osland: "Why it that this is the first time I'm hearing about this Mistress you speak of?"

[Osland arches his eye brow and leans into Katie's space which makes her extremely uncomfortable.]

Moss: YES! she disciplines those who are naughty... There, I said it..."

Osland: "Does she have any new prospects?"

Moss: "Well, her and Death Trap seem to dance around the sexual tension that builds whenever they're together."

Osland: "Hmmm You don't say..."

[Osland looks off into space, envisioning what Katie has just laid out to him. With his own little twist to it of course.]

Osland: "This Death Trap fellow, tell me about him."

Moss: "You can't be serious."

[Osland doesn't sell it.]

Moss: "Former X*Crown Champion, Death Trap."

[Blinks.]

Moss: "The man who has been targeted by the KGB from the moment he showed up to assist Radu Matei."

[More Blinking.]

Moss: "One of the best submission wrestlers on the planet."

[Osland finally snaps back into the present.]

Osland: "It sounds like this Death Trap fellow could use a little advice from yours truly. You see Katie, I'm what they call visionary in the languages of romance. I've been known to charm the pants off a few nuns in my day. Based on what you're telling me, this Mistress is right for the picking and Death Trap can't get out of neutral."

*Cough* Weenie *Cough*

[Katie isn't trying to hide her disdain.]

Osland: "Yeah... This is good. This is real good."

[Just then, as if on cue.]

[Keith Williams.]

Williams: "This has to be fate. The ReV's vs. Top of the Class part two."

Osland: "There was a part one?"

Williams: "Sort of. It wasn't really a wrestling match, more of a spectacle. One where we ended up falling short."

Osland: "Say no more my handsome masked adonis."

[Osland turns to Katie and flashes his million dollar smile.]

Osland: "My good friend Katie here just gave me the scoop on their relationship dynamic."

Williams: "That's old news."

Osland: "Well it's news to me damnit. We can have some fun with this one..."

[Keith raises an eyebrow.]

Osland: "Let's head to our VIP Lounge and Rev it up! Its time to concoct the gameplan of all gameplan's and maybe play cupid in the process."

[Say no more.]

[The Revenants playfully wave goodbye to Katie Moss and carry on down the hall. The cameras follow.]

Osland: "Have you seen Donna anywhere?"

Williams: "Not since you two first arrived."

Osland: "I've been waiting for the two of us to get back on the same page, but there is always something that comes up and gets between us."

Williams: "Just go with the flow."

Osland: "You're right. I had visions of making tonight our night which would lead to sealing the deal with Donna."

[Just then, off in the distance we see Dangerous Donna talking to someone in SWAT's talent relations department.]

[Osland is about to approach, but Keith holds his arm out.]

Williams: "You're the star. Remember that."

[Osland continues to look on, fighting the temptation to approach.]

Williams: "After we win the Anzac Cup, you're going to be able to hand-pick your next conquest."

Osland: "You're right."

Williams: "Besides... There's just something about her that I don't entirely trust."

[Osland turns to Keith and seems surprised to hear this.]

Osland: "Really?"

Williams: "You've been trying to make amends and she's nowhere to be found. You give her your credit card, and she leaves town right before you arrive."

[We watch as Osland is processing everything.]

Williams: "Then suddenly you're about to become a superstar and she shows up out of the blue?"

[He has a point.]

Williams: "Just watch your back."

[Osland knows that this is solid advice from someone he considered a dear friend. To ignore his sentiments would be foolish. The fact that Osland is directly involved in the situation he's liable to not see things as they really are.]

Osland: "You might be right."

Williams: "Tonight is our night. Give her a taste of her own medicine and stay busy tonight. Be aloof."

Osland: "Until it's time to raise the trophy and celebrate, I won't give her another thought."

[With that, our two heroes turn around and head to their locker room which they've aptly named their VIP Lounge.]

[Cut.]