Anzac Cup 2021 (Show)

[Dave D-Flipz]

Mistress Discipline: That seemed entirely too easy.

*Mistress Discipline enters the locker room, barely breaking a sweat. Death Trap follows behind her with his trademark bowler hat on.*

Death Trap: Nah, we are just that good. Everyone is talking about us already. Well, the announcers, the guys who want me dead, and apparently this insane asshole who just climbed on the announce table to tell me I’m secretly an evil bastard because reasons.

*Chaos saunters into the room with a look of confusion on her face.*

Dr. Chaos: Reasons?

Death Trap: Apparently if you call out someone on their corruption it means you must also be corrupt somehow. Oh and I should be wrestling for free. Something like that. It’s like he doesn’t know that I’m not on a SWAT contract, I’m on an XHF Legends deal. Soutter doesn’t pay me, as if he would if he had to …

Mistress Discipline: I have said it before and I shall say it again: mental health care is health care. The XHF needs to improve their mental health options for those who have conversations with voids. If a non-human entity is providing instructions on how to live your best life, perhaps review the plan at a psychiatric hospital first.

Dr. Chaos: Why does that sound familiar?

Sarah: FIRE, Y’ALL!

*Sarah bounds into the room with a container full of fireball hard candy. She pops three in her mouth at once and looks happy … for approximately three seconds before she starts running around panting with her mouth open. She weaves in between our other three centers of attention as they talk, ignoring her.*

Mistress Discipline: An opponent who has long conversions with the vast nothingness. A wrestler who receives guidance from a non-entity entity. A guiding light that is only darkness. I think there have been a couple in Fireside including a recent champ who lost to-”

Dr. Chaos: Don’t say their name! At least Elmer Fudge and his BFF with the mask are a challenge. What are these lunatics bringing to the ring?

Death Trap: I mean he certainly talks more than them. It’s also like he doesn’t understand the concept of a bracket. He has to win ANOTHER match before he can worry about us. We were focused on the Indian Assassins and our possible second round opponents. And well, Armand because, let’s be real, there is ALWAYS a chance his minions interfere. But Donny boy here wants to focus on EVERYONE. He was lucky to get past Bloodied Fox. That’s the Junior Heavyweight Champ right there. You can’t split your attention and hope to focus on the now in the ring. His manager slash partner slash girlfriend with a violence fetish saved his dumb ass.

Mistress Discipline: Domestic violence is not an expression of love and it should NOT be trivialized. Their relationship is a disaster waiting to happen both on a personal and professional level. How can Donzig think to have a manager who is just as likely to give them a concussion as their opponent?

*DT winces, this hits home as he remembers his ex-wife and her frying pans*

Death Trap: No honey, I didn’t forget to take out the trash.

*They all whip around to look at him with confusion as he stares into space. Sarah’s mouth lolls open and the hard candy drops to the floor.*

Dr. Chaos: Sarah, just because this is not our home does NOT mean you can spit on the ground. But don’t touch the floor here because someone else probably has.

Mistress Discipline: A valid concern but not the focus right now. Death Trap, do you hear the shower running? Do you see the distinct lack of naked men around you? Do you smell their need for a shower?

Death Trap: Right yes! Sorry. That never usually happens. Was pretty sure I had repressed all that.

*He shakes his head and focuses again.*

Dr. Chaos: I’d like to repress the “Danzig” music that DJ played last night. Am I right?

Mistress Discipline: Chaos … that joke has been made quite frequently and has lost all meaning, try harder next time.

Death Trap: Tell you something though, this guy is a real mother after all.

*Crickets from the crew. Sarah pops another couple candy in her mouth … and three seconds later is yelping and fanning her face*

Death Trap: Because … Danzig? It’s a … nevermind.

*Mistress Discipline glares at him and shakes her head*

Death Trap: What I MEAN is the dude is everywhere. He is stretched so thin it’s like he’s trying to make a pizza dough out of himself. You can see right through that windowpane.

Dr. Chaos: I don’t see what Italian food has to do with a nutcase.

Mistress Discipline: He does look a little over-proofed doughy of late.

Death Trap: Donzig is in NPW, SWAT, Fireside, global shows, he’s … EVERYWHERE! His body has to be a wreck as much as his mind. The dude has no chill. And I can respect his drive to compete and all but … at a certain point you reach a breaking point. And I know we will be the ones to stop him if he makes it to us. It’s like he didn’t hear my whole speech before the rumble last year about making the hard sell. We are ALL salesmen, selling our own selves as entertainment. But he clearly has a jaded view of the world. I mean, he believes in nothing and is projecting his own insecurities on everyone else.

Mistress Discipline: You DO talk a good game, in all fairness.

Death Trap: Yes, but that isn’t the point. I’ve been nothing but honest. I know what I am, we know what WE are. And he is so far off base he might as well be on the moon. I am old enough and financially secure enough that I truly am doing this for everyone else. The rush I get from the fans, the thrill I get from a good opponent, the people at home who want a good show. And to compare me to a black hearted son of a bitch like Armand von Krauss is shameful. Anyone with eyes can see I am a higher class of person than that wonton criminal and his sleazy crew. Donzig I don’t intend to escape you. I intend to do what I always do. Run head first into my problems and break them in my submissions. It’s kind of my thing.

Mistress Discipline: Our thing. WE are a team and we will show it here at SWAT before showing it to the Network. I am with you in sickness and in health.

*DT nods in agreement. He sits down on the bench in the room and kicks his feet onto the lockers doors to relax.*

Mistress Discipline: But first we must face our next challenge, who are similarly sleazy.

Death Trap: Don’t remind me. Keith Williams was doing what Donzig is doing before Donzig was even a note in the XHF website roster pages. Running from place to place, trying to take everyone out. Look, we all know Keith is supremely talented in the ring. But right now? I don’t think he is the same guy. He’s frazzled, put out, lashing out at everyone for his perceived slights instead of focusing on his own failures.

Dr. Chaos: Like pie related justice!

Mistress Discipline: At least this time we will not have to worry about getting cream pied. Though from what I have seen of their recent workouts, they sure do end up with stuff on their faces. And, before you ask, no Chaos, we will not bring our cupcake tasting into the ring. I have no faith in their ability to judge even a cupcake and I will not see this match devolve into an attempt to recreate our last encounter.

Death Trap: This match will be much less sweet and tasty. The ReVenants are not a joke, they just act like it. Osland is probably the most underrated wrestler in the business. In no small part due to the company he keeps and the hullabaloo his womanizing ways have caused. And Keith, on his game, is one of the best in the ring. That said … good ol’ DT has their number. They may be good, but they aren’t on my level right now. I’ve been out here show after show holding my own against 10 or more assholes who ACTUALLY want me injured permanently. Keith’s brand of violence is pathetic compared to that.

*DT plants his feet back on the ground and pushes up to a standing position. Sarah runs around and gulp down the fireball candy. MD and Chaos both look at DT and appear in thought*

Mistress Discipline: You know my stance on the extra violence this place seems to find for you. All those who wish to see you harmed seemed to be in the general area of SWAT. But our opponents have made more poor life choices outside of the ring that I feel can be used to our advantage. Just think on how Oxford fusses away his valuable time trying to get on bad soap operas instead of training. Or how he seems intent on making the portly world champion his personal advertisement for his wolf whistle class. Oh, and need I remind you, the drawn on moustache on the face mask? I am pretty sure Keith Williams’s entire sense of self worth is entirely housed in his upper lip hair.

Death Trap: Fair points. Look I know that Keith and Ox are revolting humans. But in the ring they are technical wizards. Keith wants to complain we never pinned him. Well we can rectify that. He wants to experience one of us on top of him then who are we to deny him that?

Dr. Chaos: PHRASING!

Mistress Discipline: Care to make a wager on which of us will make him cry and tap him out? Given what I know, I am confident that I can dominate him. Shove him to the ground and really work his body over until he-

Dr. Chaos: I am stopping you there.

Death Trap: You read my mind. We all know where this is heading. Donzig has made clear he wants a piece of us. So it’s only fair we give it to him and spare him the pain of having to fight his Call to Arms buddies. And sadly for the Revs? That means it’s time for us to Rev it up and Run them down.

Dr. Chaos: … THAT’S what you’re going with?

Mistress Discipline: What else should he say? I think we have made it very clear that they are not alphas in even their own pack and certainty stand no chance against ours. There is no question.

Death Trap: Keith Williams has become all talk. Instead of focusing on improving he shuns those who would help him and cries into the wind about … something. I stopped paying attention after the temper tantrum over his moustache being ripped out. And Ox? Dude seems to really want to think of you as just a caricature. How many times must we tell people your title is based on your educational degree. Mistress … Discipline. No of. No sex and bondage.

Dr. Chaos: *Under her breath* Not for lack of trying, mind you…

Death Trap: Once again focusing only on our perceived relationship. It strikes me as odd how many people overlook you, and say you are in my shadow. When quite honestly, you have exceeded all my expectations and have become a champion wrestler all on your own. If they are expecting some light bondage, then the degree of contortion our submissions bring to them will leave them gasping for air, clinging to life. Just like the first time Keith and his crony Neo James Carner overlooked us. Our strategies are like art and song in motion. And it will be second verse, same as the first.

Mistress Discipline: And that is precisely the point we need to make. If they insist on seeing us as two separate fighters, one washed up and one a joke, then they will continue to fall short in the ring and be graded as such.

Death Trap: Look they don’t pay me to be a poet. I’m a wrestler. And I am going to give Keith the REAL loss he clearly wants. His self-destructive ways can only be covered up by Ox for so long. And that means you need to send him to detention. To Think about what he’s done so far. First the Revs, then Donzig, and then, in all likelihood, revenge against the KGB.

*Fade out*

[Union Jack]

Grainy black and white CCTV footage of the backstage area fills the tron an the words Earlier Tonight... appears in the bottom right of the screen. Union Jack is seen in his ring gear, hobbling through the corridor and holding his stomach. He approaches a room with an Out Of Order sign hung below the image of a stick man.

“Oh come on!” He groans as grabs the handle and aggressively rattles the door before slamming a fist against the wood. “Seriously?!”

“You!” Armand Von Krauss yells as he walks into the shot, flanked by Hahaha and Hehehe “We need to talk!”

“Huh?” Jack asks as he turns around “Oh, 'ey up lads! I'd love to do this again and all but believe me, with what's about to be in me pants, you really wanna leave this 'til later! Tweedledum really aint gonna want this rubbed around his pretty little mouth!”

Jack laughed, groaned and urgently rattled the door.

“I've walked about a mile for this fucker and look, it's locked!” Jack kicked the door in frustration “One down there aint even got any bog roll! What kind of company are you cunt's running eh, Arnie?!”

“My name is Armand, you Schwein!” Armand shoves Jack, causing the Brit to stagger and slam into the door. “And you're insolence will stop Now!”

“Take it easy Schmidt!” Jack snaps back. “Any more rough housing and things will get so messy the viewer's will think you three are recreating two girls one cup... but with clowns and a cunt.”

“You think you can just say what you like?! Do what you like?!” Armand snaps as he snatches a small pad of colored paper from Hehehe “I had considered simply issuing you with a warning for your actions in the ring tonight, but given your impudence, I think a fine is in order! How does Ten Thousand Dollars sound?!”

Armand tears the already written fine from his book and arrogantly holds it out toward Jack. Jack snatches it gladly.

“Sod it!” Jack replies as he gladly takes the fine. “Sounds more appealing than the dose of The Clap I'd have caught if I rubbed my balls on your wife's face instead.”

“What?!” Armand's face contorts in rage “Another Ten Thousand! For Insolence!” Armand frantically scribbles on the pad, tears a sheet off and drives it hard into Jack's chest in a balled up fist. The crumpled fine falls from Armand's hand to the ground between the two men, his eyes burn with anger. “And another Thousand... for littering!”

Armand scribbles again as Hahaha laughs and Hehehe scoops the fine from the floor and tosses it back at the Lucha.

“Ahh you're just pissy because we humiliated your fat little sex slaves!” Jack laughs. “Or is it because Fester there enjoyed it?”

Hahaha surges forward in a moment of blind anger, but Armand places a hand on to his chest to still him.

“Not now... Remember the arrangement.” Armand smirks as he speaks over his shoulder to the irate clown. “This is far from over Jack”

Armand turns to walk away leaving the Lucha alone in the corridor

“Ah well.”Jack smiles, looking at the crumpled papers in his hands. “Not all bad... thought I was gonna have to find three shells.”

Jack laughs as he turns and hobbles off back the way he came along the corridor.

[sc4r]

| STORIES |

## You pay for this, but they give you that
And once you're gone, you can't come back
When you're out of the blue and into the black.
The king is gone but he's not forgotten
Is this the tale of Johnny Rotten?
It's better to burn out than fade away ##

We cut backstage at Rod Laver Arena, inside one of the locker rooms. Devon sits in the middle of the room, soles of his feet pressed together as he leans forward, stretching. Behind him to the left, Willa sits on one of the tables, one leg crossed over the other, vape in hand. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, she remarks "you seem nervous."

He brings his torso back up and exhales. Moving his legs out in front of him, he lifts one leg up, bent at the knee and crosses it over the other before turning is upper half in the same direction. Holding that pose for moment, he does the same to the other side before going back to a neutral, relaxed position. His head drops as he looks over his shoulder towards her. "A little."

"Funny. I've never seen you like this..."

He stands up and begins going thru various kick and strike practice motions. "Don't usually. Been a while since I've had a multi-match show. Try to stay loose between matche and not think about the last one too damn much. It's whatever, music hits, it'll go away again. Always does." He begins to go through more motions.

"Why'd you walk away?" She asks in a very blunt tone. "I've never asked, but I've always wondered."

He stops and thinks for a moment. His brows furrow as he sighs, thinking back. "I guess the tipping point was when I thought I broke my neck."

"You what?" She replies, shocked.

He walks over to the table she's sitting on and takes a seat next to her, grabbing the vape. A hit and an exhaled cloud later, he continues. "I was at some show in So Cal and I was facing this chick that went by the name Ember. She was one of Sin's students. Small world, I know. Anyways, I go for a dive and she cracked me with a chair and I landed weird on my shoulder. I've watched that match back and I still don't know how the hell I did it because it was the best dive I've ever done. I didn't even leave sweat on the ropes. She cracked me, I landed and slid abut 4 feet. I was fucking flying. Dislocated it. Got it fixed, but afew days later started having issues feeling. Thought I fucked up my neck. Come to find out when I dislocated my shoulder, I also broke the socket and there was a piece pressing on the nerves."

"And that kept you away?"

"Eh, more like it was the last straw. I had been disenchanted for a while before that. A long time, actually. Felt like it was a good time to get out. Sat on my ass for two years then started the school."

"And the come back? What changed?"

"Nothing did. I did. Somewhere I realized that it wasn't going to change itself, I guess, I'm not entirely sure. Just like when I left, there wasn't one specific moment or magical click in my brain that happened. It just... sort of... did. More of a realization than anything. I never stopped watching, I kept up with the major places and people. See who was doing what where. What got me was there was this rash of guys who came up and they were just... all the same. I swear some even wore the same fucking tights. All these meat heads running around in black trunks and boots. I think it was then I realized that shit wasn't going to change unless I actually tried to change it."

He takes a strong hit of the vape as he stares up at the CCTV. A rundown of the second round matches is being shown as he points up to the tv, grabbing Wil's attention.

"Hey, Donzig made it through. Look's like he gets his second chance he wanted so badly. Not like anything's going to change this time around. Couldn't do it then, won't do it now. After this match, it'll probably be Williams and his buddy. I swear this half of the bracket is a greatest hits so far tour."

"You seem particularly confident."

"Eh, as I can, I suppose." he leans back against the wall, his head falling back as his eyes turn upwards. "I've got a feeling that if we do crash and burn, it won't be because of me."

"That uninspired?" she asks.

"No. Cautious is all. And about many things anymore. I saw a thing on the socials a few weeks back after I debuted about how I was an anomoly. About how wrestling is the one sport or gig, if you will, were comebacks are more likely to work. In most area's, once you're gone.. that's it. You're... GONE. Got me to thinking, everyone thinks I just popped up and came out of the blue, right?"

"Yea, but that's cause they're fucking dumb."

"Regardless. How long 'til I go into the black? Over stay and over step? Wrestling may have longevity and be here to stay, but in the overall scheme of things, our careers are still finite. Must make of them what we can when we can, no? Don't want to be that guy who's too long in the tooth and sticks around years after he should've left. There was a few in Colo that were like that. Dyer was one of them. Man had more retirement tours than Kiss and The Eagles combined."

"But you've already walked away once.. where would that put you?"

"I burned out. Now the fire is back. That's why it works in wrestling. I can think of a handful of musical artists who've taken long breaks early on and come back later as well. The two aren't all that different, passion and creativity are the main fuel's. They're also the reason you can burn fast. Too much, too fast. I know that's what I did. I never stopped. Colosseum was the longest I ever stayed at one place and SWAT will top that before long. I wanted to soak up everything, tour everywhere, watch and wrestle anyone. Now.. now I want to stake my claim."

|FIN|

[SWAT Team]

Linger, Cranberries hits and Lucky Linda makes her way down the ramp way, high fiving the fans.

Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from Dublin, Ireland. Coming in at 5’5 and 130 pounds .... LUCKY LINDA LA FEY!!!

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

Frank Salazar : And introducing her tag team partner, hailing from Blackpool England, coming in at 5’6 & 125 pounds … The Blackpool Bombshell! BLAZE FREYA!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Here they are. The Amazons team of Blaze and Linda, first round was the upset of the century when they took out the NEW World Champ Eddie D and Canelli, the KGB and now they move onto the 2nd round against Bear-O-Dactyl!

Andrew Fulton : Union Jack may need to wrestle 20 matches tonight to pay all his fines he just racked up.

Jeremy Tucker : Does Armand even have the Authority to fine people?

Andrew Fulton : You know he does. Bandits rule here now Jerry. Suit has sent Valentine packing and Armand is his boy all the way.

Jeremy Tucker : The both of them together is a nightmare for not only the fans but all of SWAT!

Andrew Fulton : Our ratings are at an all-time high and I support them and the KGB all the way.

Jeremy Tucker : This match isn’t about the KGB. It’s about Pequeno and Jack Vs Linda and Blaze.

Andrew Fulton : It’s about the Anzac Cup Jerry. Which is far more than a bout between just those two teams.

Jeremy Tucker : Not in this match up. Who ever wins this one is right into the semi final. Who do you like in this one Fulton?

Andrew Fulton : Well … I think that Bear O Dactyl have a certain Charm about them, and in another world, I think Jack could be a Superstar. Right now, his disrespect to Armand, I just can’t get behind that, then bring in Dino and him coveting Armand’s wife. It all leads to these guys being almost … toxic here at SWAT.

Jeremy Tucker : Toxic? In another world? You are living in another world. Armand’s wife has harassed Pequeno! Time and time again!

Andrew Fulton : Her name is Esmeralda.

Jeremy Tucker : I know what her name is, and she is behind all of this trouble.

Andrew Fulton : Don’t be a woman hater Jerry. It doesn’t become you. Next thing we know, we will go viral as anti-women and their right to wrap anyone around their finger they want to.

Frank Salazar : Now on their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 375lbs, the team of Union Jack and Pequeño Dinosaurio.... Bear-O-Dactyl!

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

Lil' MC : Yo! Yo! Yo! You 'bout to witness a Mother Fucking Origin Story, let's go!

The house light's dim as 'The Motherfucking Pterodactyl' by Sarah Donner and The Oatmeal starts to play. Fans, especially the younger ones, begin clapping along to the silly, but infectious beat of the song. Spotlights pan across the crowd and strobe lights fill the arena.

He is the Motherfucking Pterodactyl
Here to
Ptear you a nnnnnneeeeewww... asshole

The spotlights settle on the stage as Union Jack and Pequeño Dinosaurio burst through the curtain to an explosion of green, blue and red pyro.

Jeremy Tucker : This entrance song is really catchy and growing on my Fulton!

Fulton is seen oblivious lighting a cigarette. Lil' MC follows Jack and Dinosaurio out through the curtain and excitedly does a lap of the stage, stopping in both corners to rhythmically thrust his hips and shake his little rubber penis toward the crowd.

Yes, it's true
He ate 10,000 lightning bugs
Kissing his bowels like a million hugs
He shat them oooouuuuut
One phosphorescent night
Painting it like
Christmas liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigggghhhts

Jack is hyping up his partner, whipping the crowd into a frenzy. The small bear drops to his knees and skids across the stage, stopping right in front of the ramp before the Luchadors.

He is the Motherfucking Pterodactyl
Here to
Ptear you a nnnnnneeeeewww... asshole

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

Yes, it's true
His plumage is the best in town
All the hoooeees
Touch his sexy Pteroid bone, oh!
Yes he do put the T-rex to shame
His pussy arms on that
Puuuuusssssy frrrrraaaaame
Oh!

Both Union Jack and Pequeño Dinosaurio rush forward and leap over Lil' MC. Jack performs a split leg jump, while Dinosaurio dives under Jack's legs but over Lil' MC's head.

He is the Motherfucking Pterodactyl
Here to
Ptear you a nnnnnneeeeewww... asshole

Dinosaurio lands a split second before Jack, rolling once to clear the shared landing spot just as Jack sticks the landing where his partner had been.

Yes, it's true
He enjoys his hobbies too
He smokes his pipe
Rollerblades and finds ladies to woo, oh!

The two members of Bear-O-dactyl sprint down the ramp toward the ring with Lil' MC following as fast as he can.

Yes, it's true
He rode with the Triassic crew
That includes Lystrosaurus, and Plateosaurus, toooooo
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Reaching the ring, both men leap from the floor to the ring apron before bounding over the top rope to enter the ring.

He is the Motherfucking Pterodactyl
Here to
Ptear you a nnnnnneeeeewww... asshole

Both men go to opposite corners, posing for the loudly cheering crowd and hit all for corners in turn, playing up to the raucous reaction.

He is awkward on the floor
His feet are shit and
His balance quite poor

Lil MC rounds the outside, high-fiving anyone willing to reach out a hand.

He hooked up with a grizzly bear
They made love under the sea, and everrryyyyywhere

Andrew Fulton : Wait... Did that just say what I think it said?!

Yes that bear gave birth to a Motherfucking Bear-o-dactyl
Who just might tear you a new...
So beware, motherfuckers, beeewwwaaaarrreeeee!

He is the Motherfucking Pterodactyl
He is the Motherfucking Pterodactyl
Remember him
Remember his song
Remember his tire iron and
His enccccchhhhanting thong

Both men move toward their corners and, after briefly conferring, Jack moves to the outside.

He is the Motherfucking Pterodactyl!

Jeremy Tucker : Here we go, referee Vick Mackey calls for the bell and we are underway. Pequeno and Linda to start it off.

Andrew Fulton : Dino boy is a great wrestler, but he is sooooo small Jerry, He is similar size to the girls.

Jeremy Tucker : Its not about size or gender Fulton. It’s about talent. The hook up and Linda Irish whips PD to the ropes and he bounces off them 100 miles an hour and slides under her legs and she looks behind herself baffled and Dino cross body blocks Linda.

Andrew Fulton : PD is the Flash!

Jeremy Tucker : Linda looks around, stunned at the speed of PD and nods in respect to him and WHAM! A big chop from PD to Linda and she doesn’t hesitate and chops him back. The crowd ‘Wooo’ing’ for them both.

Andrew Fulton : Japanese arm drag from PD and then he goes for an arm bar but Linda rolls out of it and boots him in the gut and then drills him with a Side Irish (Russian) leg sweep.

Jeremy Tucker : Snap mare by Linda to PD and a hard kick to back. Linda then tags in Blaze and they deliver a double hip toss. NO! PD rolls out of it and runs the ropes, he tags in Jack as he does and then goes for a double clothesline and Blaze and Linda both duck it and hit a double drop kick on him. Jack flings himself into the ring and then see’s the double team move and puts on the brakes. Linda heads to the outside as does PD.

Andrew Fulton : Smart move by Jack and now it is he and Blaze in there. Show him who you are Blaze!

Jeremy Tucker : You supporting her again? You were all against her last match for the KGB when they came up second best.

Andrew Fulton : (starts to have a melt down and sniffling / sobbing) That wasn’t me Jerry. The Bandits. They made me do that.

Jeremy Tucker : They made you?

Andrew Fulton : You don’t understand how they can manipulate and blind you, even with a woman of Blaze’s talent and beauty. I have always and always will love her and they still intimidate me to the point I dare not say a bad word against them.

Jeremy Tucker : Sounds like True Love.

Andrew Fulton : Can it you!

Jeremy Tucker : Look at Blaze, she is pointing at what I thought was Jack but is actually Lil’ MC. And she is laughing it up.

Andrew Fulton : He is quite humorous. Cracks me up too.

Jeremy Tucker : Jack tries to sneak around Blaze while she is distracted by Lil’ MC but she catches him with a handful off his balls. His injured balls after they just got bitten last match.

Andrew Fulton : He just had 6 stitches in them I heard and she is clawing them with them long nails, look at Jack, he is on his tip toes trying to lessen the grip …. RIP THEM OFF HIM BLAZE BABY!

Jeremy Tucker : Don’t suck up now Fulton, you sold her out to the Bandits and she knows it.

Andrew Fulton : Blaze pulls Jack into her corner by the balls and tags in Linda who nails him with a text book Blockbuster!

Jeremy Tucker : Linda jumps on Jack and hooks a leg

One …….

Two …….

Jack rolls the shoulder.

Andrew Fulton : Dino applauds from his corner the kick out and Linda asks him if he wants to come back in. WHAM! Double ax handle to the back of Linda’s neck by Jack. She took her eye off the prize.

Jeremy Tucker : Jack then grabs Linda and drills her with a brutal piledriver, then tags in PD.

Andrew Fulton : PD enters the ring and goes right on the offence. Linda counters and we see a spectacular display of chain wresting, Linda and PD both cartwheeling at the same time out of it to a huge pop from the crowd.

Jeremy Tucker : Blaze runs in the ring and clobbers PD from behind. She then stomps him and Mackey tells her to leave the ring, Linda advances on PD but Jack lunges over the ropes and catches her by the hair and slides over the ropes planting her with a scorpion death drop.

Andrew Fulton : Pequeno runs the ropes into a moon sault and Linda rolls out of the way.

Jeremy Tucker : Linda with a X factor. Covers

One ……

Two …….

Kick out by PD.

Andrew Fulton : PD with a tilt a whirl head scissors on Linda, then a moonsault ax kick. Covers.

Jeremy Tucker :

One …..

Two …….

      Th … kick out by Linda.

Andrew Fulton : Irish whip from Linda to PD and PD bounces off the ropes quick as you could see, hip toss by Linda, PD flies over it and counters with a hip toss on Linda and she flies over that countering and Hip Toss again, over the top rope and she and PD both fly over the top rope together!

Jeremy Tucker : Blaze runs in the ring and so does Jack and they charge each other.

Andrew Fulton : Is this Lucha Libre rules?

Jeremy Tucker : It may be now. Blaze and Jack start clobbering at one another.

Andrew Fulton : Exploder suplex from Jack.

Jeremy Tucker : Blaze no sells it and bounces to her feet and super kicks Jack. Then a TORN!!! Blaze with the TORN!!! (Gore)

One ……

Two ……

   Th …. Kick out by Jack

Andrew Fulton : Look at Lil’ MC! He is up on the ropes and he dives into the ring now and lands on Blaze … with a Tea Bag of his own?

Jeremy Tucker : He is! He is Tea bagging Freya!

Andrew Fulton : Never have I envied a midget in my life until this day Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : Zip it! Linda slides into the ring, grabs Lil’ MC off of Blaze and just sends him sailing over the top rope! Wowee!

Andrew Fulton : PD with a springboard cross body to Linda sends both sailing back over the top rope again.

Jeremy Tucker : Blaze is irate! She looks over the carnage outside the ring, taking in Linda, PD and Lil’ MC then …… BEAR BUSTER (Lifting Double Underhook Sitout Facebuster) Jack was also measuring HER!

Andrew Fulton : He nailed it!

Jeremy Tucker : Jack rolls up Blaze, both legs of hers spread over his ears, what a creep …

One …….

Two ………

THREE!!!!!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : NOOOOO!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Jack won in the crudest of fashion and Bear o Dactyl advance to the semis …. This whole tourney could be theirs?

Andrew Fulton : Ease up tiger. They still need to face the winner of the KGB / Hellhounds match, let alone the final if they make it past that winner, which, they wont.

Jeremy Tucker : They might.

Andrew Fulton : They wont.

Frank Salazar : Winners of the match and advancing to the next round. Pequeno Dinosaurio … Union Jack….. BEAR O DACTYL!!!!

[Kyle]

Seeking the assistance of a SWAT medic, Keith Williams painfully limps down a hallway in the Rod Laver Arena as he clutches his lower back. The ReVenants were successful in getting past Rally Jackson and El Combatalorean, but it wasn't without a cost. The spike powerbomb KW took during the match has left him in rough condition heading into the next round of the 2021 Anzac Cup. Grabbing the first person that resembles someone on the medical staff, the Ultimate Kingpin yells at them to fix him.

Keith Williams: "My back, doc, my back! Fix it! Heat it! Ice it! Do whatever you have to!"

Flustered, the young man being gripped by Williams does his best to respond.

Medic: "Um, I really shouldn't examine you without the head physician. I'm just a student."

Keith Williams: "Damn it, Jim, I'm a wrestler! I need to wrestle!"

Medic: "My name isn't Jim."

Still confused, the trainee reluctantly starts to assess the condition of the Ultimate Kingpin.

Keith Williams: "Give it to me straight, doc! Am I going to be able to continue? I can't disappoint, Double O! He's counting on me, doc! We have to win the tournament!"

Medic: "I'm not a doctor yet."

Growing impatient with how long the assessment is taking, Keith blurts out a question.

Keith Williams: "What's the prognosis?!"

Medic: "You don't have a disease, that I know of. Regarding your back, barring an x-ray, I can't determine the full extent of your injuries. The fact you're able to stand, are reasonably cognizant, and don't seem to be in more pain than you can handle indicates you should be able to compete. But we'll need to examine you before and after every match. Further damage to that area of your body will only exacerbate the pain and discomfort."

Ignoring everything except the part that allows him to keep wrestling, Williams dramatically conveys his jubilation.

Keith Williams: "Do you hear that, Top of the Class?! I'm fully cleared to kick your asses!!"

Medic: "That's not what..."

The Ultimate Kingpin interrupts, denying the undergraduate the ability to finish their sentence.

Keith Williams: "Jim, did you know it's pride month?"

Attempting to reply, the medic is cut off again.

Keith Williams: "With that being the case, do you know what gives me pride? The ReVenants. I'm proud to be a ReVenant and I'm not ashamed to make that statement."

Forming the signature V hand gesture and holding it up, Keith talks directly to the camera that's been recording everything up to this moment.

Keith Williams: "Death Trap. Mistress Discipline. This has been a long time coming and you're finally going to get what you deserve. A big, fat loss! To a team that's better than you in every way, shape, and form! We're not competing at a Network sanctioned event! Because as everyone knows, they have a tendency to resemble Bizarro World. What you expect never comes to be and what you don't want to see happen happens. You're in SWAT and you want to lecture me about career choices? While slinging delicious desserts? I thought the Kama Sutra material was better, but okay! Nevertheless..."

Delaying the delivery of the word he's chosen, Williams eventually spews it.

Keith Williams: "Pi-ti-ful!"

Literal spit flying as KW drags out the pronunciation.

Keith Williams: "Is that the best you've got, Death Trap? You better be paying attention, because if The ReVenants overlooked you and your super fan before, you're doing the same to a different pair than you faced last time. Mistress Discipline, the lapdog of DT, how are you doing? You want to preach about alphas, huh? Yeah, that seems like a real you thing to do. And as clever as you think you're being, I'm going to bring you up to speed on what it means to step outside of your safe, padded sandbox that you enjoy. This isn't an opportunity for you to gab another year away about how you submitted so and so. It's old news! It's been old news! I'm personally putting you in a real submission and you'll know what it feels like to tap to An Ode to Alex Trebek!"

Keith Williams: "This isn't MCCW. This isn't FIRESIDE. You're in Syndicate Wrestling & Tradition, against Keith Williams and Oxford Osland. Were you two actually thinking, instead of doing your half-ass bullshit cutesy routine, you wouldn't be so focused on Donzig and Sinclair. Are you sure you understand brackets, Death Trap? YOU have to win this match to get to the man you're so keen to face. Believe me, I'm going to make it as hard as possible for you to achieve that. By the end of our encounter, you WILL respect my brand of violence."

Keith Williams: "The ReVenants have never and will never be afraid of competing against each other. Why would we start to care now? Knowing what little I know about him from our time at Call to Arms, I'd guess Donzig doesn't mind either. You're not relieving anyone of pain to deny that match, DT. Shutting the fuck up would be a good start though."

Smirking, the Ultimate Kingpin transitions into a series of yelled questions.

Keith Williams: "All talk?! No improvement?! Self-destructive?!"

Keith Williams: "PROPAGANDA!"

Keith Williams: "AM I NOT THE MAN THAT CO-HELD TWO 24/7 CHAMPIONSHIPS?! AM I NOT THE MAN THAT WON A COMPANY'S WORLD TITLE AND DEFENDED IT AT THE TOP OF THE CARD AT SUPREMACY?! AM I NOT THE MAN THAT HELD THE SWAT UNIVERSAL SIN CHAMPIONSHIP FOR A RECORD SIX MONTHS?!"

Practically fuming, Keith brings his rage under control.

Keith Williams: "Like a whore and a dick, everyone always has my name in their mouth. Thinking they've got the cold, hard facts about Keith Williams! Claiming I'm something I'm not! Have there been hurdles, impasses, and bumps in the road? Undeniably! That doesn't reverse what's been established. The ReVenants are the best group in professional wrestling today and by the end of 2021 it'll mark another year of that being true. Keith Williams, Oxford Osland, Rob Garcia, Neo James Carner. Pound for pound, we are THE best that any promotion has to offer."

Keith Williams: "In the second round of the Anzac Cup, The ReVenants are going to do what our opponents fear most. We're going to ride them like the rickety escalator they are and elevate ourselves to the tippy top!"

Illustrating his point, the Ultimate Kingpin step by step has his index and middle fingers walk up an imaginary escalator.

Keith Williams: "I've faced men like Radu Matei and you are no Radu Matei, Forced Attraction. When you take off your stupid hat and are being honest with yourself, does the thought ever cross your mind, "Do I really need to win this?" Because it should, David! What are you overcompensating for? Is seeing others do well too much for you? Or maybe, just maybe, you're worried you might get one-upped. What a travesty that would be!"

Keith Williams: "Legend, you can avoid retirement 'till it smacks you right in the face, but that's the ONLY thing you have to look forward to. Every retiree needs a hobby, so I'm going to add a stipulation to our match. After The ReVenants win, DT has to bake us cupcakes and MD has to mow the grass! No gender roles! Yay! I've got the perfect apron for you, Death Trap."

Keith Williams: "Top of the Class, whatever grand symphony you have planned, it's going to fall flatter than a crepe."

Still favoring his lower back, Williams slinks away as the pestered medical professional doesn't know what to do.

[h2f]

Death Trap lies spread out supine on the couch when Mistress Discipline and Chaos enter the room. Chaos plops down on the open recliner and Mistress Discipline primly sits on the edge in front of Death Trap.

Mistress Discipline turns towards Death Trap’s head. “Your back is fine, correct?”

Death Trap lifts his head in an attempt to look at his own back. “Kinda hard to see from this angle. But I’m a narcissist, so I assume so. Why?”

Chaos sighs and leans back into the chair.

Mistress Discipline gently lays her hand on the back of the couch. “That is not what I mean, but duly noted. One of our opponents seems to be horribly injured and barely capable of walking. How such an injured man could possibly hope to stand against us when he can maintain the standing position as well as an over-boiled noodle, I could not say. Perhaps he feels his audience’s support will work as well as a back brace?”

DT interrupts with a raspberry noise. “Support? Have you seen this team? The only supporters they have are athletic supporters … and maybe people on their payroll. Seems like an odd strategy to tell a team of submission wrestlers where the big target is though. Are we sure he isn’t full of hot air? Like usual?”

Mistress Discipline’s hand slowly slides down the back of the couch to rest against Death Trap’s tumtum. “Perhaps it is the hot air that keeps his career aloft? Are you afraid of being one upped?”

Death Trap rolls his eyes and smirks. “Please, do you know how many times that’s already happened?”

Mistress Discipline makes eye contact with Death Trap’s abs.

Chaos sits forward. “Yea, what happened at last year's Night of Champions.”

Death Trap exhales. “Yes. I know. Lost the X Crown. But Rob Arnold is no slouch. So... “

“And you're oh for two in the gold rush.” Chaos reminds him.

Death Trap irritably replies. “Ok. Fine. Fair point. I think we get it. But Keith-

“-and then there’s-”

“Hey. What about the last time YOU were on a wrestling show? Shall we bring up MAJ-”

“Thou Shalt NOT Say Their NAME! They are not Destiny's Child.”

DT smirks in triumph as Mistress Discipline rolls her eyes. “And back to the task at hand. We really should-”

“Yea. Wouldn’t wanna get called out for lack of focus again, would we? I mean it’s not like we were responding to someone calling us out. Right?” Death Trap responds.

Mistress Discipline gently leans against Death Traps abs. “I really think you are missing the point I am trying to make. I will not be your lap-”

Chaos smacks her hand against the armrest of her chair. “You are already in his lap right now. A positively domestic scene. Tell me Death Trap. Are you comfortable? Is the padding good enough to tap on?”

Death Trap raises an eyebrow in confusion and taps once against the padding. “It’s fine? Might I ask what’s this line of inquiry?”

Mistress Discipline continues to lean against her tag team partner. “Ignore her. We need to focus on our preparations for this upcoming farce of a wrestling match. I know we won the last time we faced them, at some personal cost.”

Death Trap clears his throat. “Yea, sorry about ruining your outfit with that goo. My aim was slightly off...”

Chaos stifles a snort.

Mistress Discipline shakes her head. “No matter. This is a standard tag team match and this is our bread and butter. But we really should-”

Chaos smacks her hand against the armrest a second time. “Wait! Speaking of bread, Keith wants to know, can you bake cupcakes?”

“Pffft! I’m Italian. I can cook anything.” Death Trap retorts.

Mistress Discipline looks at her teammate skeptically. “Baking is not the same as cooking. Baking is science and cooking is art. Plus being Italian did not seem to assist Cross in his endeavor.”

Death Trap looks at her with incredulity. “Why do you say such hurtful things? Cross is an aberration. As for your other remark, we both know I am a scientist and an artist. I’ve made submissions my art form, my opponents are my canvas, and my methodology is nothing if not scientific in nature.”

Mistress Discipline laughs once. “How long have you been saving that retort?”

“When did MCCW debut?” Death Trap asks.

Chaos snorts. “Pretty sure I’ve watched you practice that line in the mirror after your shower a few times.”

Death Trap looks over at Chaos. “Wait, what?”

Chaos smacks her arm against the armrest for a third time. “And our WINNER with a pin. Mistress. Discipline!”

Death Trap looks over at Mistress Discipline. “Wait, what?”

Mistress Discipline points to the clock. “We were due to start our time in the practice ring ten minutes ago.”

Death Trap just stares at Mistress Discipline for a few moments. “Wha-what? Oafff-”

The air whoos out of him as Sarah suddenly appears landing on his chest from over the back of the couch. “Ding, Ding, Ding! I win!” She laughs and suddenly sprints into the kitchen nearby.

Mistress Discipline looks him over. “So, your back?”

Death Trap groans, “Never better. Could carry this company another ten years. But I do have questions.”

[SinclairGodfrey]

The intrepid Katie Moss made her way down the tunnels beneath the arena followed by her camera crew, and soon enough she paused as she saw Sinclair Godfrey leaning against a wall beside a rather battered looking door. Sinclair raked her hair back, and took a deep breath as she drew her long coat around her before she turned to frown at the SWAT interviewer. Her eyes narrowed, and she folded her arms over her chest. 'What is it now?'

Katie Moss blinked as Sinclair seemed tense, and didn't even assume the false air of geniality she normally favored. But Moss pressed on, and forced a smile as Godfrey shot a nervous glance at the door. 'I was hoping to get a word with you and your partner about the night so far.'

Sinclair stared at her, and she pressed her lips into a grim line. She looked annoyed to say the least, but tilted her head before she snorted. 'How do you think the night is going so far? We're winning, and we are going to keep winning! We are the inevitable.' Though when Sinclair said it, maybe it lacked the total certainty with which Donzig said it. And she frowned, following Katie's gaze to the door. She snapped her fingers, drawing her attention back as she stepped closer as her lips quirked into a faint smirk. 'I would hope you learned a lesson from the other one. That maybe sometimes annoying the Scourge is not such a great idea is it?'

Katie Moss frowned, and then arched a brow. 'Is he doing okay after his injury at the hands of the Amazons Champion, Isabel Rios?'

Moss squealed as she was thrown backwards, pushed against the wall as Sinclair's hands grabbed at her dress. The normally calm face of the Baroness were twisted into a fury, and she leaned forward with her teeth bared in a snarl. Her eyes narrowed, and she pressed her face closer to Katie Moss. 'Don't mention that woman's name in my presence, do you understand me? I am going to beat her and Commandrix to a pulp. Does she think she accomplished something in Philly? You want to talk about accomplishments? Talk about what I just did out in that ring! Because that is what she has to look forward to!'

Moss nodded, and Sinclair released her with a push. They glared at each other, and Moss lifted the mic. 'So your partner is one hundred percent?'

Sinclair sniffed, a hand lifting to tug at her coat before she glanced at the door. 'He feeds off this. The Chaos, the violence, the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat. He wants this, every match he just becomes stronger. More angry, more vicious.' Sinclair paused, a hand lifting to brush back her hair again. Absently checking the braids before she shrugged, tilting her head to smirk at Katie Moss. 'Like a shark who smells blood in the water. Like a wolf who smells the prey on the wind. Do you understand Katie?' Katie shrugged, slowly shaking her head which made Sinclair snort with laughter. 'Of course, you don't.'

At this point, a shriek rose from behind the door. A scream of pure rage, and then something slammed against the door. And it was ripped open with a scream of rusted hinges, and Donzig stormed into the hallway. Sinclair flinched, and Katie Moss drew back in sudden alarm as the angry gaze of the Scourge snapped about before focusing once more. He held up a tablet in his taped hand, the screen was cracked and splintered though it still seemed to function. He hissed, angrily holding it towards Godfrey. She stared at it, and took a deep breath before he waved it around. Sinclair held up her hands, and she tried to calm him down as he raged onward. 'THAT MAN COMPARED ME TO PIZZA DOUGH!'

Sinclair winced, and glanced at Katie Moss who also winced. When Donzig screamed it was painfully loud, and she tried to get the tablet out of his hands. 'Donzig, you need to calm down. We have to focus on D'Andre and Yoon!'

Donzig snarled, shoving the tablet at her before he reached up to yank at his beard. 'I am going to make him choke on those cupcakes! I am going to flay the flesh from his hide! How dare he! I am everywhere? I am everywhere because the darkness is everywhere! Oblivion is everywhere! I am omnipresent, and I will not be denied!'

'What about Mistress Discipline?' squeaked Katie Moss, who clearly regretted it as Donzig and Godfrey turned to stare at her. 

'Her? I will spare, I will show her mercy! Because she at least gets that the Danzig jokes are getting a little tired aren't they?' snapped Donzig, and Sinclair lifted a hand to press her hand against her mouth. Clearly trying to hold back a laugh, before Donzig smoothed his beard before he waved a hand angrily as he continued. 'I don't care who is paying you, Death Trap. You are as corrupt as anyone else here, you aren't a man like Armand? But your money still has blood on it doesn't it? How many people have you driven from this life, from this career to build your legend? Just because you didn't kill them? Doesn't mean they aren't dead, Death Trap. You want to act like you're better? Like you're above it all?'

Donzig laughed, a short ugly sound. 'You're not. You're one of us.'

Sinclair Godfrey nodded, and handed the tablet to one of the camera men. She muttered under her breath, sighing. 'I really thought I had hid this better.' She smoothed her hair again, and shrugged as she adjusted her coat around her before she turned back to Donzig. 'And Mistress Discipline thinks we are heading down the road of domestic violence, can you believe that?'

Katie Moss snorted, and the pair snapped their angry glares back to her. Donzig hissed, and he started to say something before he glanced at Sinclair. Then he drew back, shaking his head. 'Deal with this, we have a match to prepare for!'

The door banged shut again, and Sinclair turned to glare at Katie Moss. 'Not a word, not one word. And don't even think about cream pies or cupcakes. Mistress Discipline and her --' Sinclair paused, trying to think of what to say. Then she shrugged, and waved a hand before her dismissively. '--Kept man will have to wait! Because before we can deal with them, if they get past Double O and Keith. We have  D'Andre and Yoon, and those two? They already have tasted the wrath of the Void, and it remembers them! So get ready, Gentlemen. We are.'

Sinclair turned on her heel, banging the door open before it shut behind her on Katie Moss' confused expression.

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: We're back from commercial, and these fans are ready for more Anzac Cup action!

[The fans cheer as 'I put a spell on you' by Marilyn Manson blasts through the arena, and Reverend Cornelius Marsh walks from the back. In his hands he holds the chains leading to the hulking figures of the Hellhounds. The pair glare around angrily from beneath their hockey masks, and follow him to the ring as Frank Salazar gets down to business.]

Frank Salazar: Entering the ring at this time, for a second round Anzac Cup Tournament match weighing in at a combined weight of 575 pounds! The Hellhounds!

[The fans cheer, and then start to boo as 'Circus Apocalypse' thunders forth. Armand von Krauss steps from the back, smoking as always before he smirks a the crowd. Frostbite walks out behind him, and the pair pause to hold up the SWAT tag team championships before heading for the ring. They circle the ring, Armand smirking at the Reverend before flicking his butt at the crowd. They slid inside, and the Hellhounds look ready to pounce before Frank Salazar speaks up.]

Frank Salazar: Their opponents weighing in at 470 pounds, they are the SWAT tag team Champions! Armand von Krauss! The Cold Hearted Bastard Frostbite! They are the KGB!

[The fans boo, and the KGB seem amused by that as they move into their corner.]

Andrew Fulton: Right here, there are the winners of the Anzac Cup! The KGB! You heard it here first, Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker: I wouldn't write the Hellhounds off just yet!

Andrew Fulton: Psycho is in the ring for the Hellhounds, and it looks like Frostbite is in for the KGB! He has his face mask on his broken nose, what a trooper he is to be out here competing with that injury. The smaller of the Hellhounds is charging right in, battering away at Frostbite before he throws him towards the ropes! Frostbite comes off the ropes hard and is sent flying with a huge clothesline. The Cold Hearted Bastard looks dazed.

Jeremy Tucker: Psycho is dragging him back into the Hellhounds' corner, making a quick tag. Cerberus is in the ring, and the big man grabs Frostbite to lift him up for a double handed choke!

Andrew Fulton: Frostbite jabs a thumb into his eye! The fans boo, and Cerberus drops him! Frostbite wastes no time, dropping a few stiff blows on the big man! Then he hits the DDT! I told you not to bet against the KGB!

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite is stomping away at Cerberus, keeping the big man off his feet! He is going for the fist drop! And makes a quick cover for the one!

Andrew Fulton: Slow count by the ref! Frostbite wasting no time, goes in for a running knee strike! Then he makes the tag to Armand! Look at that tag work by the KGB!

Jeremy Tucker: Armand runs in, driving a few knees into the head of the giant! He throws him at the corner and runs in to start throwing punches! The fans are jeering! Cerberus throws him off, and the fans are loving it as he comes out of the corner hard to fling Armand at the ropes! And he hits the powerslam before he rolls aside to make the tag!

Andrew Fulton: Armand is back on his feet, and he is on Psycho with hard shots before he goes for the belly to back suplex!

Jeremy Tucker: Psycho throws him off, and starts throwing some punches of his own. Then he throws Armand at the ropes, nailing him with a stiff forearm that sends him to the outside! The fans are loving it!

Andrew Fulton: The Referee needs to get this match back in the ring! Psycho rolls to the outside, grabbing Armand to bounce his head into the mat! The ref needs to get this under control!

Jeremy Tucker: Psycho throws Armand into the ring stairs, and the fans cheer as Armand sprawls on the floor. The ref is counting, and Psycho grabs Armand to throw him across his shoulder! He is charging at the ringpost!

Andrew Fulton: Armand slides off and shoves Psycho into the ringpost! The fans are not at all happy, and Armand shoves aside Reverend Marsh before he drags Psycho back into the ring! He hooks on the figure four! This is it! It's over!

Jeremy Tucker: Here comes Cerberus, stomping Armand to break the hold! He is kicking at the tag champ! And here comes Frostbite, throwing punch after punch before he drives the bigger of the Hellhounds into the ropes.

Andrew Fulton: Double suplex off the ropes by the tag team champions! The fans are not at all happy, and Marsh is beside himself! Frostbite rolls Cerberus to the outside, and gets a quick tag from a gloating Armand!

Jeremy Tucker: Psycho is back on his feet, and Frostbite sends him crashing back to the mat with a snap suplex! He then climbs the corner and looks ready to go high risk! MARSH SHOVES HIM OFF!

Andrew Fulton: WHAT? WHAT? Armand is furious, and Frostbite pushes himself to his feet only to be grabbed and backdropped onto the ring barricade by Cerberus! The fans are loving it, and the ref is screaming at them! Armand runs across the apron, diving off at Cerberus!

Jeremy Tucker: The big man catches him in mid air and FALL AWAY SLAM TO THE FLOOR! OH MY GOD!

Andrew Fulton: No! No! No!

Jeremy Tucker: Cerberus grabs Frostbite, flinging him back into the ring to break the count at 8! And Psycho is on his feet, grabbing Frostbite to start hammering punches at him. The fans are cheering wildly, and he drags Frostbite to his feet before he plants him with a Northern Lights Suplex! This is it! This is over!

Andrew Fulton: No! Come on!

Jeremy Tucker: One! Two! Thr-- Frostbite kicks out!

Andrew Fulton: This place is erupting, and Psycho is furious before he makes a tag to Cerberus!

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite is crawling for his corner, but Armand is still on the outside! The big man grabs him, hitting a huge German suplex! Frostbite looks out of it, but the Hellhounds aren't done yet!

Andrew Fulton: This is a nightmare! He has Frostbite on the ropes, standing on his neck as Frostbite struggles to get away! The fans are cheering for this lunatic, and Cerberus snarls at the ref, barely breaking the hold before five.

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite goes to roll to the outside, but Cerberus drags him back inside before he lifts him by the throat! And he plants him with the spinebuster! It's over!

Andrew Fulton: No!

Jeremy Tucker: Cerberus makes the pin! One! Two! Thre--

Andrew Fulton: Armand drags the ref to the outside! And Cerberus stares down at him, Armand smirks before he motions for the big Hellhound to bring it on! Cerberus roars, and he runs back to hit the ropes before he dives through them at Armand! But Armand moves out of the way, and Cerberus lands in a heap! Marsh fumes, trying to get between Armand and the big man only to be smacked aside!

Jeremy Tucker: Typical KGB tactics! The ref is still down! Psycho to the outside, and the fans are going nuts! Psycho lunges at Armand and is hit with a chair from behind by Frostbite! Another chairshot from the KGB, and a third!

Andrew Fulton: The KGB drags Cerberus into the ring, and Armand slaps the ref awake! The big man staggers to his feet, and Frostbite nails the Snowstorm!


Jeremy Tucker: One! Two! THREE!

Andrew Fulton : It’s over! The KGB Advance! I told you Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : NO! The Ref is saying now it was only two and that Cerberus got the shoulder up.

Andrew Fulton : What a crock! He counted Three!

Jeremy Tucker : Armand makes the signal to the back and out come Hehe and Haha.

Andrew Fulton : Now the Hounds are really screwed!

Jeremy Tucker : This is not necessary. HeHe and HaHa come down the ramp, rubbing their hands together sadistically, and YES! Here comes Death Trap!

Andrew Fulton : What is he doing here?

Jeremy Tucker : Evening the odds!

Andrew Fulton : He has his own match to worry about coming up, always sticking his nose in Bandit business this guy.

Jeremy Tucker : Death Trap charges down the ramp and double clotheslines the unsuspecting twin clown and Armand is irate! He is screaming at Death Trap to get out of here!

Andrew Fulton : Look OUT!

Jeremy Tucker : Stillborn Cradle (high/low kick) on Frostbite!

Andrew Fulton : Armand doesn’t even know he is down! ARMAND!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Cover by Cerberus.

One ……

Two ………

THREE!!!!

Andrew Fulton : NOOOO!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : The Hounds advance! Death Trap just stopped the KGB game plan and in doing so, wrote his own death certificate.

["I Put A Spell On You" by Marilyn Manson hits and the ref raises the arms of the Hellhounds and Armand finally now is realising what has happened and glares hatred back at Death Trap.]

[SWAT Team]

Frank Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a part of the Anzac Tag Team Tournament! Starting with the challengers … Keith Williams and Oxford Osland. They are the ReVenants!

"If it bleeds, we can kill it."
"And we ain't got time to bleed.

["Turbo Killer" by Carpenter Brut begins to play and the lights in the arena are snuffed out. Red lights on the stage blink on and off, on and off, showing the outline of two figures that make their way out from behind the curtains.

As the music picks up, the red lights start to blink more rapidly, and eventually the arena lights come back to life. Who are the two mystery men? The ReVenants! Oxford Osland and Keith Williams! They come strolling out of the back with arrogant smiles. Some people love it, but most people seem to hate it and the obvious nature of their super cockiness.

The ReVenants make their way down to the ring, taunting the fans as they go and being especially generous with the middle fingers. Upon reaching ringside, Keith does his usual groin thrusting of the bottom rope and mustache stroking. Oxford Osland poses to the enjoyment of everyone! Keith notices Oxford and comes over to join him so that they are posing together in the middle of the ring. To really make it feel special, several streams of red pyro go off behind them as they all stop posing now, taking to their corner and joking around with one another.]

Jeremy Tucker: The ReVenants look ready for this match tonight!

Andrew Fulton: They aren’t playing for a Network show, they are playing for a SWAT audience!

Jeremy Tucker: What does that have to do anything?

Andrew Fulton: Less pressure to perform?

Frank Salazar: And their opponents. Death Trap and Mistress Discipline. They are the Top of the Class!

[The lights dim down and the Tron shows "Top of the Class" in big gold letters with sparkles. It then cuts to images of Death Trap and Mistress Discipline working together in the 2020 rumble. "2285 Entr'acte" by Dream Theater plays over the speakers. Blue and Gold lights strobe the arena as the stage and ramp light up again and Death Trap and Mistress Discipline hit the stage. Mistress straightens her collar and begins marching to the ring. She gets ten steps away and looks back to see DT still doing his signature pose at the top of the stage. She marches back and grabs his arm and forcibly pulls him down the ramp to the ring as DT high fives fans with his free hand. Mistress rolls into the ring and steps to the center while DT goes up the steps and looks out at the crowd as he steps through the ropes. He leaps to the closest corner and poses again as gold sparks shower from the ceiling. Discipline looks around quite unimpressed by all this hoopla. DT jumps down and the two begin to talk strategy as the lights return to normal.]

Jeremy Tucker: Are these two even on the same page I wonder? They seem to disagree on the basics of getting to the ring.

Andrew Fulton: They aren’t on the same page. If they were, they’d be at a honeymoon suite someplace.

Jeremy Tucker: You think so?

Andrew Fulton: It’s painfully obvious to everyone but Death Trap that Mistress Discipline is obsessed with him.

Jeremy Tucker: I think you might be imagining things.

Andrew Fulton: Oxford has determined to expose this attraction between the two of them. Maybe he’ll be right.

Jeremy Tucker: I doubt it very much.

Andrew Fulton: Looks like Oxford Osland and Death Trap will start the match as they are the ones in the ring right now as the bell sounds to start things off.

Jeremy Tucker: Death Trap tries to start things out with a hard right hand, but Oxford sidesteps that with ease. He seizes Death Trap and hits a belly to belly suplex!

Andrew Fulton: Death Trap right back to his feet. This time he stuns Oxford with the right hand, spins the man around, and applies the sleeper hold!

Jeremy Tucker: Oxford quick to turn that into a jawbreaker, sending Death Trap back to the mat.

Andrew Fulton: Death Trap backrolls to his feet, backing up toward his corner. Oxford comes at him but is hip tossed upside down into the Top of the Class corner where Death Trap tags in Mistress Discipline.

Jeremy Tucker: Oxford makes his way to his feet but is nailed by a bicycle knee strike from Mistress Discipline while Death Trap catches him before he hits the ground with a cutter! Death Trap rolls out of the ring while Mistress goes for the pinfall.

[center[One …..
Tw - Oxford kicks out![/center]

Andrew Fulton: Mistress Discipline pulls Oxford up, but he drops to his knees. Mistress Discipline looks over at Keith Williams and just shrugs as she looks to do her sit out power bomb. Oxford however, gets her up into a fireman’s carry! He runs with her across the ring and leaps to ram her spine into the corner as Keith Williams makes the tag!

Jeremy Tucker: That was a heck of a comeback by Oxford!

Andrew Fulton: Not shocking since the ReVenants are awesome.

Jeremy Tucker: Keith hops into the ring, grabbing Mistress, and hitting a snap suplex. He rolls on top of her to pin her shoulders to the mat with his knees, keeping his crotch firmly in her face. Keith blows kisses to Death Trap, who looks angry as the ref gets into position to count the fall.

One ……

Two ……

T- Mistress Discipline kicks out!

Andrew Fulton: Keith Williams gets to his feet and watches with a grin as Mistress Discipline gets up. He hits her with a knee lift that he converts into a gut wrench suplex to send her back to the mat. Keith goes for the cover again, this time laying on Mistress Discipline as if he were going to…I can’t say it out loud! His eyes are on Death Trap though.

Jeremy Tucker: Oh god.

One ……

Tw -Death Trap kicks Keith off of Mistress.

Andrew Fulton: Keith stands up, wiping at a little trickle of blood coming from the corner of his mouth from where Death Trap kicked him.

Keith Williams: Jealous?

Jeremy Tucker: Death Trap knocks Keith Williams down with a roundhouse kick! This before the ref begins shoving Death Trap back into his own corner. Keith gets back to his feet and claps his hands together rather loudly so that Oxford Osland can come into the ring. They didn’t really tag!

Andrew Fulton: The ref heard a tag while corralling Death Trap.

Jeremy Tucker: Oxford and Keith hit several double knife edge chops before whipping her into the ropes. They meet here and get her up into a double suplex position when they slingshot her off the ropes and onto the mat! Keith waves to the admonishing referee and makes his exit.

Andrew Fulton: Oxford gets Mistress into a camel clutch, keeping himself situated so that he can look at Death Trap.

Oxford Osland: You gonna save her, big guy?

Jeremy Tucker: Death Trap jumps into the ring, but the ref, who was about to check to see if Mistress is going to give up, begins forcing Death Trap back out.

Andrew Fulton: Oxford releases the move as the ref gets back. He pulls Mistress Discipline up and attempts to go for a suplex, but she blocks it! He attempts the move again, but she blocks it again and pulls Oxford down into a small package! The ref is already in position!

One ……

Two ……

Thre - Keith breaks up the pinfall!

Jeremy Tucker: Oxford gets up first and grabs up Mistress. He sends her toward his own corner where Keith meets her with a boot on the top turnbuckle!

Andrew Fulton: Oxford grabs Mistress again and whips her into her corner where Death Trap tags himself in. Oxford cracks his knuckles with a grin, watching as Death Trap gets into the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: The two lock up and right away, Oxford backs up into his own corner. He immediately drops so that Keith can belt Death Trap with a hard right hand. Oxford shoves Death Trap out of the corner and grabs him in a side headlock. He looks over at the recovering Mistress Discipline.

Oxford Osland: Will you like him once his face is mashed?

Andrew Fulton: Oxford hits a headlock driver in the middle of the ring before hopping back up and dropping a knee to the back of Death Trap’s head to mash his nose like an overripe tomato!

Jeremy Tucker: Oxford pulls the bloodied Death Trap up, shoves him back into his own corner. He grabs Death Trap by the arm with his eyes firmly on her.

Oxford Osland: Get a load of this!

Andrew Fulton: Oxford whips Death Trap across the ring to the ReVenant corner where Keith Williams is already perched on the top rope! He leaps into a high spear, nailing Death Trap in the face and throat! This match could be all over, except wait! Mistress Discipline gets into the ring. She had tagged herself in when Oxford had Death Trap in the corner!

Jeremy Tucker: Oxford turns around and is nailed with a sit out power bomb! Mistress goes for the pinfall, but the ref not counting it? Why?

Andrew Fulton: Oxford had tagged Keith in before the headlock driver!

Jeremy Tucker: What? Keith gets into the ring and grabs Mistress off of Oxford and up into a fireman’s carry! Mistress Discipline slips behind him though and hits a neck breaker!

Andrew Fulton: Oxford Osland slips out of the ring and Death Trap is making his way out while Mistress goes for the pinfall!

One ……

Two ……

Thre - Armand von Krauss pulls the referee out of the ring!

Jeremy Tucker: Death Trap sees the interference and rolls out of the ring, hitting Armand with a hard right hand. Armand fires back, ignoring the ref as he gets back into the ring. Armand trying for payback after DT just made sure they were out of the tourney last match.

Andrew Fulton: Mistress stands up and watches as Armand gets the advantage and his finisher, the Drilltip! Death Trap is laid out on the concrete floor! Mistress Discipline moves to help but is scooped up by Keith Williams and floored with the K-Driver and goes for the pinfall!

   One ….

   Two ……

Three!

Frank Salazar: Winners of the match and moving on to the next round … the ReVenants!

Jeremy Tucker: Armand watches the ReVenants celebrate in the middle of the ring while lighting an Egyptian cigarette. He takes a few puffs from the imported vice, flicking ashes onto the downed Death Trap. He nods to Keith and Oxford, heading to the back. Disgusting.

Andrew Fulton: What, Death Trap can cost the KGB their match and turnabout is NOT fair play?

Jeremy Tucker: He didn’t cost them their match, he just stopped them minion clowns interfering!

Andrew Fulton: Same thing Jerry! One match to go and we are onto the semi finals!

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : The Anzac cup keeps on rolling; keeps on delivering. What a match we have in store.

Andrew Fulton : …And the SWAT “store” is never out of stock on great matches, but Donzig and Lady Sinclair Godfrey versus Kaupena Yoon and Devon D’Andre? This could be the sale of the century.

The lights go down, and then come up an angry red. Flames explode from the either side of the ramp, jets and bursts of flame erupting into the air. Donzig walks from the back, wearing his skull mask with his hood up. The crowd let out a huge boo as Lady Sinclair Godfrey steps out on to the ramp behind him. He pauses, glaring out across the crowd before he shakes his head and walking down the ramp slowly. The pair circle around the ring, still watching the crowd disdainfully and accusingly before pausing to watch the announce team and they climb the ring steps. Donzig stops at the ropes, reaching up to shove his hood back before stepping through the ropes. Then he takes off the mask, and shakes his head at the fans with a scowl before he leans back in his corner. Arms resting on the ropes while waiting for their opponents.

Frank Salazar : Introducing first, hailing from Pittsburgh, PA. Coming in at 6’ and 215lbs....with his tag partner Lady Sinclair Godfrey ..... The War That Walks .... DONZIG!!

Jeremy Tucker : Donzig is mockingly clapping Frank Salazar. Shouldn’t they be announced as Team Donzig or something? It seems odd that Lady Godfrey only got a token mention. This is a tag match after all.

Andrew Fulton : I bet she doesn’t give two fucks, or two monkeys, or two fucking monkeys how she’s announced. If the Donzig brand improves, her 10% of the profits improves…Not everyone is all ego like you Jerry…

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

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

Jeremy Tucker : Wow, razzmatazz in Melbourne tonight. Flames galore.

Andrew Fulton : No wonder Peter the pyros guy was sweating earlier; keeping him busy tonight.

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

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

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

Devon makes the same gesture in the ring as he did on the stage before song fades and the lights rise. As that happens, Devon walks over to his corner and sits on the top turnbuckle and shakes Yoon’s hand as he eyeballs Donzig.

Frank Salazar : Introducing… Hailing from Chicago, Illinois and O’ahu, Hawaii…. Standing 6’ 3” and 5’ 10” tall and weighing in at a combined weight of 396 pounds. DEVON... D'ANNNNDDDRRREEEE!! And Kaupena Yoooooooooon!!!!"

Jeremy Tucker : Referee Dick Johnson calls the starting combatants together… D’Andre and Donzig start this one as the bell rings… They lock up and Donzig backs D’Andre up into a neutral corner… the referee calls for the break… Clean break surprisingly… Donzig backs up and throws up his biceps in a pose and he trash talks D’Andre… D’Andre smiles away the bravado of his opponent and they circle again and lock up… D’Andre snaps Donzig into a side headlock… Got it in tight… Donzig lifts D’Andre off his feet for a side suplex, but D’Andre rolls off his shoulder backwards and slaps Donzig in a hammerlock before he turns to get at him…

Andrew Fulton : Donzig paces around trying to get out from this hammer lock… He looks in some discomfort… Donzig dummies one way and then back the other to twist out of it and have D’Andre in a hammer lock instead… D’Andre wastes no time escaping and twists his way out of it and has Donzig in a wrist lock… Donzig goes to punch D’Andre, but D’Andre applies a ton more pressure on that wrist and Donzig drops to one knee under the fresh pain and yells out “fuck”.

Jeremy Tucker : D’Andre drags Donzig back to his corner and tags in Yoon… He keeps the arm locked as Yoon hops up to the top rope and leaps off and hits the extended arm with a big tomahawk chop… The referee demands that D’Andre leave and he releases the wristlock… Yoon steps in quickly and reapplies the wrist lock… Donzig tries to drag the lighter man back towards his own corner, but Yoon gives the wrist an extra twist and Donzig is down to one knee in pain again… Donzig does a forward roll to escape the hold, Yoon still has hold of Donzig’s arm, but Donzig drags Yoon forward? …Short arm clothesline! Sent down with authority…Yoon pops straight up to his feet in an impressive feat of agility…

Andrew Fulton : …but it looks like Donzig half expected it and Irish whips Yoon into the Team Donzig corner… Yoon slams back-first into the corner… looks like he’s going to try and bounce out and attack Donzig but Lady Godfrey wraps the tag rope around his throat and starts choking him… The referee runs straight over and starts counting and demanding she remove the rope… 1… 2… 3… 4…

Jeremy Tucker : Lady Godfrey lets the rope go and argues with the referee, unsure what she could possibly have to say to defend that… Whilst they argue Donzig drags Yoon to the nearest top rope and chokes him out using the top rope… The referee finally turns around and begins counting on this fresh choke… 1… 2… 3… 4… …Donzig release the choke and throws up his hands in a gesture of innocence and argues with the referee… Yoon finds himself gasping for air in the Donzig corner and Lady Godfrey reapplies the tag rope!!! Referee?! You need to get a grip in there…

Andrew Fulton : D’Andre has had enough… He heads into the ring, but Donzig highlights D’Andre’s entrance into the ring and the referee crosses over to block him off and send him back to his tag rope again… D’Andre protests and tells hims about the choking, but the referee is more interested in keeping the legal men in the ring… Donzig puts his boot across Yoon’s throat in the Team Donzig corner and the referee darts over to threaten the DQ… 1… 2… 3… 4… Donzig stops and argues with the referee and the tag rope is being used again by Lady Godfrey… Yoon can’t take much more of this…

Jeremy Tucker : D’Andre seems to have decided if the referee can’t bring an end to the cheating he will have to himself… D’Andre sprints down one apron edge, negotiates the turnbuckles and sprints down the apron to the Team Donzig corner And?!

Andrew Fulton : …Superkick on Lady Gregory!!! Wow! That’s no way to treat a lady. Lady Godfrey didn’t know what hit her. She flew off the apron edge and landed hard and awkwardly on the arena floor.

Jeremy Tucker : Yoon is finally released from the choke, but Donzig is incensed at seeing his tag partner flying off the apron… Donzig pushes the referee to one side and dropkick’s D’Andre off the apron!!! D’Andre hits the security railing hard… He may have saved his partner from all that choking, but at what cost?

Andrew Fulton : Yoon slips in behind a laughing Donzig and hits a German Suplex!! …With a bridge…

… … 1

… …2

Kick out!

Jeremy Tucker : Donzig rolls away clutching his neck… Yoon stays down still gasping for breath after all that choking… Donzig is up first… He crosses over and stomps repeatedly on Yoon until Yoon rolls to the nearest ropes for some kind of protection… The referee steps in and tells Donzig to let him out from under the rope… Yoon rolls to the outside to escape the onslaught and check on his tag partner… Donzig leaves the ring after him… Shouts unsympathetically at the downed and hurting Lady Godfrey to “Get Up” and then crosses over to D’Andre and Yoon… Arms raised to land a double axe handle Yoon, D’Andre cuts Donzig off, lashes out with a kick to Donzig’s guts and doubles him up… Yoon and D’Andre grab Donzig by the head and… Double DDT on the Outside!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Yoon rolls Donzig into the ring… D’Andre uses the apron as a crutch, edging his way around the ring back to his corner still nursing his ribs… Yoon hops up onto the apron… and up to the top rope… Donzig is slowly getting back to his feet after that DDT… Donzig turns to look for Yoon and… Missile drop kick!!! And Yoon covers…

… … 1

… …2

Kick out!

Jeremy Tucker :Yoon can’t believe it… He thought he had the win there… Donzig is still down… Yoon heads to the turnbuckles and hops up to the top rope… Will it be his signature 450 splash?!

Andrew Fulton : Nope. Lady Godfrey is finally back up on the apron, pulls Yoon’s right boot off of the top rope and he falls crotch first across the top turnbuckle… Ouch!

Jeremy Tucker : Donzig is back up.., sees the precarious position that Yoon is in and sprints… at D’Andre?! …Donzig connects with a thunderous high knee into D’Andre’s injured ribs and sends him crashing to the arena floor in agony…

Andrew Fulton : Donzig crosses over and punches Yoon a couple of times and then climbs the ropes and grabs Yoon at the top of the turnbuckles… Will it be a superplex? What’s he doing? That’s the wrong way?

Jeremy Tucker : It’s the E.L.E!!!! – The Extinction Level Event. (Turnbuckle Brainbuster to the outside) That is insane!!!

Andrew Fulton : Donzig seems to have suffered a sore back in the effort and the drop, but he’s first up… He gingerly rolls a barely conscious Yoon into the ring… Donzig slowly rolls in and makes the cover…

… … 1

… …2

… … And D’Andre makes the save!

Jeremy Tucker : How on earth did he find the courage to fight through the pain of those damaged ribs and make that save? … Donzig gets up gingerly and grabs D’Andre as he begins to rise and …Gutbuster!!! Look at the pain in D’Andre’s eyes as he rolls to the apron edge and falls to the arena floor clutching his ribs…

Andrew Fulton : Donzig covers for what has to be the end of this one…

… … 1

… …2

… …Kick out!

Jeremy Tucker : Oh My God! The fans can’t believe it… Donzig can’t believe it... The referee can barely believe it… Donzig gets up and grabs the referee by the throat… he’d better be careful he’ll get himself disqualified… The referee slaps the hand forcefully from his throat and is enraged by Donzig putting his hands on him… The referee is thudding his pointed finger stiffly into Donzig’s chest… Donzig is surprised by the ferocity of the Referee Johnson’s reaction and begs off to avoid getting hit or disqualified… With the last of his energy Yoon has got to his feet, stumbles into the ropes, comes back at Donzig for a running roaring elbow?! …

Andrew Fulton : … but no, Donzig ducks the tip of that elbow… as Yoon’s momentum takes him across Donzig’s back he locks arms with him and? Donzig hits the 25:17!!! (Unprettier / killswitch) And Donzig covers…

… … 1

… …2

… …3!

Frank Salazar : WINNERS by PINFALL… And progressing to the next round in the Anzac cup!! … Lady Sinclair Godfrey… “The War That Walks” Donzig – “TEAM DONZIG”!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Even now, after the pain he’s been through D’Andre still gets back up and painfully drags Yoon out of the ring to stop Donzig giving him any extra punishment…

Andrew Fulton : err… I don’t think that was the reason… D’Andre shouts at Yoon and points to his ribs… Yoon is still dazed after the match, but seems to understand why D’Andre is so angry… Yoon points at his bleeding eyelid as the reason he dropkicked him… Yoon only gets half way through his explanation when D’Andre grabs him and… Jedi Mind Trick!!! On the outside!!! (Cross-Arm Brainbuster)

Jeremy Tucker : If D’Andre hadn’t taken that dramatic fall into the security barrier who knows how this would have ended; but this sort of treatment of a tag partner after a genuine mistake? It’s cruel and taking advantage of an already exhausted man… D’Andre looks like he’s in even more pain now after delivering that move and slopes off up the ramp under a hail of boos….

Andrew Fulton : Team Donzig were good for the win regardless; The Lady didn’t do a lot, but what she did do probably saved the encounter for her client… Donzig has plenty of offense, enough for two; it was yet another epic Anzac Cup moment. But now we have an advert from a company called “Manscaped”; whatever the bloody hell they sell. As we say here in Oz… Balls out; I have no clue what they sell. Stay tuned.

[Jonnie Valentine]

You are watching The Blessed Be Network. At 6:00, it's Missionary Man. The new hit sitcom about a seminary student who goes on a mission to Ghana. But who really is teaching who? 

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Clint: Hey Suzy.

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But coming up next is Comfort From the Storm, Australia Edition with The Reverend Cornelius Marsh. 

(The familiar whimsical organ music plays with a didgeridoo underneath 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. And this here is Chloe! I checked this time! (makes the dog wave) 

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: So glad we got her back. Is she still afraid of hats? 

Nancy: Mmhmm. She'll piddle all over the floor if she sees one. I also can't sleep very long because she gets afraid that I died, and will bark and poo all over the floor till I wake up. So I've been sleeping in small 10 minute increments. (exhales) God, I'm so tired. 

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: You think you're tired Nancy? The Hellhounds have already wrestled twice this evening and still have two more teams to obliterate. Hellhound Psycho has a broken nose...

Nancy: I was unaware they had noses. I thought them hockey masks was their faces. 

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: News to me too. But apparently they're human, to a certain degree. Filled with hopes, dreams and desires like anyone else.

Nancy: (hopeful) Really?

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: Heaven's no, Nancy. They're bloodthirsty abominations, and Bear O Dactyl is about to find that out. 

Nancy: I do not believe in dinosaurs, Rev. I do not think they should push that nonsense on our children, or Indiana Jones. 

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: You don't believe in Indiana Jones, Nancy? 

Nancy: No, I don't think Indiana Jones should be wasting his time looking for dinosaurs. Did you know that nobody had even heard of dinosaurs before the 1800s, when they were invented by Victorians?

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This was Comfort From The Storm. Coming up next, Moshing to the Lord, a look back on Christian Metal and the eternal question, why didn't God allow it to catch on? 

[SWAT Team]

[The KGB theme blares though the arena as the Bandit Mobile makes its way down the ramp way, Soutter and Bruno standing in the back. It drives down to ringside and they make their way into the ring.]

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

Soutter : WELCOME TO SUITS SUITE!!!

[The Melbourne crowd pop for their home town hero.]

Soutter : What a Cup this is. Much respect to all the competitors tonight and also to them great Anzacs who paved the way for us all.

Now, the Bandits may be out of this tourney, but we still have ALL THE GOLD!!!

Shortly we head off to the XHF to add the Trios gold to the pile, but tonight, speaking of gold, lets bring out our guest for the Suite. THE SWAT World Heavyweight Champion!

THE Big Deal!

Eddie D!!!!

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

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

Soutter : Welcome Champ! (Suit smiles proudly) That really has a good ring to it.

Eddie : Doesn’t it though? It just makes me smile. Feels warm inside it's like the inside of my body hugging the outside of my body. Top tier gold this late in my career; just pure poetry for a guy like me.

Soutter : It’s a tough game this one, top of the world one week and winning World Titles and bundled out of the Cup the next in the first round ….

Eddie : We’re both seasoned professionals. We know how results don’t always go our way, even when we’re far better than a freak loss would paint us out to be. It was still fun to represent KGB in a major tournament.

Soutter : Well, the fun never stops, and talking of fun… How the hell did you get with a smoke show like Trixie? Let’s get a picture of that hot thing up on the SWAT-tron… You’re hitting above your considerable weight dating a chick like that. I hope all this sucking up to women stuff is over now?

Eddie : Trixie is amazing. We’re taking it slow, I really like her. She knows that I travel a lot for wrestling because she knows Roxy and the business. Whenever I get back home we make time for each other and it just feels natural and like we were never apart. As for all the cancel culture stuff after slapping Blaze… Well where I slapped Blaze is probably the sticking point… if you’ll pardon the pun… If the world can’t forgive me, Trixie has forgiven me and knows the real me, so all that outrage crap has kinda lost its place as a major concern on my mind…

Soutter : That’s all delightful, but don’t go soft and squishy on us. We need you at your brutal best in the coming weeks… So, what is next on the cards for THE Big Deal? We got a big XHF Birth Day Bash coming up next at Breaking Point. Who is going to get first crack at ……

[“Collapsing” by Demon Hunter hits and Blaze Freya walks out to the rampway. She poses for the fans and then waves to the ring.]

Blaze : Well, that would be little old me now, wouldn’t it?

Congrats by the way on the big win Eddie …. Very impressive … but … then I went and just pinned you and took you out of the Cup so in my book, that makes me number one contender and first in line for that title shot at Breaking Point.

Eddie : Well your luck finally turned I guess. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while. Must be a strange feeling for you… winning I mean. Don’t get used to it, ‘cause next time you won’t have Linda backing you up. And seeing as you welched on our last stipulation… Clearly not giving me the clean slate that I deserved after beating you at Easter Explosion… I guess there’s no point putting any stipulations on the outcome of this one either. But you want me sweet cheeks… You Got Me! Sign that shit up.

Blaze : Thanks big guy, see you soon!

[Blaze heads back to the back pleased with that outcome.]

Soutter : Wowee. So Breaking Point! It’s the Big Deal Vs The Blackpool Bombshell. What a Title match that will be ….. Eddie, I was talking to you… can you stop staring at her arse and look at me? What would Trixie say?

[The Hard Sell by Coheed and Cambria hits and now Death Trap comes out to the ramp way.]

Death Trap : Think you guys have got it all figured out in there, don’t you? Didn’t go so well for you tonight though did it … Bandits.

Soutter : You again? What do you want out here?

Death Trap : Firstly, congrats Eddie. Big win last week and you earnt it. As for you Paul. You know what I want … or should we say who. Armand! He and I need to settle this. Once and for all.

Soutter : You must be a mind reader, because I was just about to announce that very match.

But I don’t like your attitude, pal. So while it will be you and Armand at the Memorial PPV coming up, before that, I think you need a lesson in who runs this place, so next week at Breaking Point … your XHF’s precious Birthday … it will be you … and I.

Death Trap : Two for one? The gift that just keeps giving. Thanks! Who said you were an unreasonable man? Oh, that’s right, everyone. See you then!

[Death Trap heads to the back.]

Soutter : (to Eddie) What’s with all these turkeys congratulating you?

Eddie : Is that not tradition or something? “The king is dead; long live the king” type stuff, when the new top guy is crowned?

Soutter : No. Not in the slightest. Fools think they can get in your good graces?

Eddie : Well I do feel less like I want to put my fist through his face after he’s been so nice. No offense Death Trap, but that’s always been a kinda recurring thought whenever I saw you before your kind congrats…

I kinda treated it like a first come, first come deal with the title shot thing huh? Didn’t really think that through… You don’t really think Trixie will be pissed that I stared at another girls arse right?

[Just as Soutter goes to continue, a new interruption emerges in the form of ’The Motherfucking Pterodactyl’ by Sarah Donner and The Oatmeal.

The crowd cheers for the next exciting and controversial pair, but instead of the SWAT Lucha Tandem we are treated to Vanessa Martinez.

The petite Latina adjusts her charcoal sport coat before smiling.]

Vanessa : ”Good evening Mr. Soutter…” She pauses a moment to let the fans react to the KGB aligned owner. ”…I figured that since you were apparently hearing requests, I would be doing my clients a disservice if I didn’t come out here and make one of my own.”

Shaking her head in disbelief, she’s forced to admit the truth. ”Bear-o-dactyl is a hit and both Union Jack and Pequeño Dinosaurio move merchandise at a rate far exceeding their tenure here in SWAT. I’m sure there are no shortage of places that would want a thriving young tag-team…” Letting her innuendo hang upon the air just a moment or two, she presses on.

”…I’m not saying my clients aren’t happy here so far, but they didn’t come here to just compete. They came to compete for the richest prizes SWAT has to offer. The World Tag Team Championships!” The crowd cheers at Vanessa’s mention of the SWAT World Tag Team Championships, was she really about to ask the KGB branded boss for a fair shake?

There was an obvious elephant in the room that still needed addressing, ”Armand’s issues with Dinosaurio aside, my clients have a very good argument for exactly what i’m asking you for right now. An opportunity at the SWAT World Tag Team Championships! What do you say boss?”

The crowd cheers once more as Vanessa lowers the microphone; The KGB versus Bear-o-dactyl for the SWAT World TagTeam Championships, only one man needed to say yes. Vanessa AND the Aussie crowd wait for the answer. “Also, congrats Eddie on winning that World Title! You go big man!”


Soutter : (looking quite annoyed now at all these interruptions.) Well looky what we have here. You know what. I would tell you to get in line and see about winning THIS Tourney and not jumping the gun, toots!

But the fact of the matter is, Armand wants a piece of you lucha loco’s also. So, be careful what you wish for, because you just got it!

Next week at Breaking Point! Bear O Dactyl Vs The KGB! SWAT World Tag Team Championships on_the_line!

[Vanessa smiles and goes to retort then thinks better of it and takes the match without saying anything else to mess with that. Her boys can do that.]

Soutter : Congrats Eddie. Well done Eddie.

Don’t these turkeys know you are a Bandit! We are busy here. There’s KGB business to discuss. A world to inform and put on notice…

Eddie : I hear ya Soutter. I am grateful to get on Suits Suite and sorry that I beat the beans out of Valentine last time I was on your show. He kinda pissed me off, treated me like I wasn’t there and it seemed like the only course of action in front of a SWAT legend like yourself. Didn’t want to look like a pussy when he disrespected me like that…

Soutter : Well he had it coming and even though I wasn’t KGB back then… I still thought it was hilarious, even though you wrecked the set and cut things short. I kinda feel the same ways about interruptions right now though. Next person that interrupts us, I swear ….

[Linger, Cranberries hits and Lucky Linda makes her way to the ramp way, waving to the fans.]

Linda : You’ll what? Founder?

Soutter : (rolls his eyes) Here we go. Lucky Linda. What brings you out here tonight?

Linda : Well, firstly, ‘Mad Dog’ … I wanted to congratulate you over there Eddie D! Way to go on winning the big one.

[Eddie smiles proudly and Soutter is getting frustrated now.]

Soutter : Yeah yeah. Congrats Eddie, Congrats Eddie, Congrats Eddie. Now, that is out the way, what can we do for you tonight Lady Luck?

Linda : Well, next week at Breaking Point I was hoping too ….

Soutter : (still frustrated) You got it!

Linda : Great. I knew you would see it my way.

[Linda heads to the back and Suit gives Eddie ‘the look’.]

Soutter : Well, that will just about wrap it up big man, let’s get the hell out of here before the rest of the fed want to ask for something and congratulate you.

[Eddie mutters something to Soutter, confused as to what Soutter had just agreed to with Lucky Linda, but Soutter makes gestures playing it down and that he’d explain later as the scene fades to black.]

[Oh-Oh]

[Backstage.]

[Oxford Osland is alone, and appears to be be deep in thought. We catch him muttering to himself.]

Osland: "Two More Matches.... Two More to go..."

[Osland looks around, and then walks into the Rev's VIP Lounge. At the moment, the place is empty, but we do see party favours scattered about. The type that a winning team might want to use as a means of celebration once they've accomplished their goal.]

[Dangerous Donna.]

Donna: "Ox, you'll never guess what just happened!"

Osland: "Keith and I just stomped 'Top of the Class' - I know, I was there."

Donna: "I'm going to be wrestling on the next SWAT Show!"

[Donna is overcome with joy. She rushes forward and wraps her arms around Osland. This is the closest the two have been since their initial rendezvous in Commissioner Valentine's office a few months back.]

[Osland's eyes dart around the room to ensure there aren't any hidden cameras pointed in their direction.]

Donna: "Well, aren't you going to say anything?"

Osland: "I'm sorry dear, I was just caught off guard. That's fantastic news. Congratulations!"

Donna: "I knew this trip would be worth while!"

[Osland furrows his brow.]

Donna: "I mean, its been worthwhile watching you do your thing out there. But this, I just knew if I could get a face to face with talent relations they would see how serious I am about competing."

Osland: "Donna, I have never wavered on the fact that you're an extremely talented performer."

Donna: "I assumed that I had blown my chance at the big time in more ways than one."

[Donna winks at Osland, who's in the midst of wondering whether Keith's warning held merit. Was he just a pawn in Donna's plans to get herself back in the good graces of the office. Was she there for her own reasons and none of which were to further any kind of relationship with him.]

Donna: "Oh, and you'll never believe this. I'm going to be one of your tag team partners on the next show!"

[Osland's eyes widen.]

Donna: "That's ok, right?"

[Osland fumbles around with his words. He has been on a hot streak as of late, but now he would have to put his trust in Donna inside of the ring. Was she capable of holding up her part of the team?]

Osland: "Oh wow. Really? Hmmm. That's uh... Um... Well, That's something alright."

[Knock Knock.]

[Knock Knock.]

[Saved by the knock Osland thought to himself.]

[Osland walked to the locker room door, opened it up a crack and looked outside.]

[Sinclair Godfrey.]

[Osland looked back at Donna.]

Osland: "Excuse me for a minute, I'll be right back."

[Osland exits the locker room.]

[5 Minutes Elapse.]

[Dangerous Donna is tired of waiting. She opens the locker room door, and abruptly interrupts Osland's conversation with Sinclair. Donna shoots daggers at Sinclair, and must not be too familiar with who she is.]

Osland: "Oh, Sinclair, this is Donna... Donna this is.."

Donna: "Save it Osland. Is this another one of your 'agents?'

Osland: 'Actually she's.."

Donna: 'PFFFFT."

[Donna gets face to face with Sinclair.]

Donna: "You're in the wrong place at the wrong time. No, Ox won't sign an autograph. No, he's not interested in being your tag team partner, because he already has one... ME!"

[Osland's eyes dart nervously all over the place.]

[Sinclair looks like she's about to snap, but somehow holds it together.]

Donna: "Furthermore, you interrupted a very important meeting between the two of us. So, why don't you do everyone a favour and scram!"

[Osland mouth's 'I'm sorry' to Sinclair. Far be it for him to put Donna in her place, he appears content to stay out of this potential cat fight should it escalate to that point.]

Osland: "Listen, Sinclair... send Donzig my best. You both have my word that this match isn't personal, and strictly business."

[Osland desperately tries to usher Donna back into the locker room, and he follows suit.]

Osland: "Donna, you can't just come out guns blazing and start throwing insults to a friend of mine."

Donna: "A friend? You want to associate with low lives like that?"

[Osland's patience is wearing thin.]

Osland: "I fought side by side with Donzig at Call to Arms, and the man is partly responsible for my success in that event. Donzig showed no fear, and a warrior spirit when he was an honorary member of the Revenants team, and the bond we forged in battle goes beyond this tournament. Sinclair is his disciple, and she wanted to ensure that our next match would be contest with sportsmanship, and wouldn't interfere in the development of our friendship."

[Donna tries to interject.]

Osland: "Did you watch Call to Arms?"

[Donna stumbles on her words.]

Donna: "Uh, well..."

Osland: "Exactly."

[Osland sighs.]

Osland: "I thought maybe you saw how well I did at Call to Arms and that's what prompted you to show up at my front door before leaving for Australia. But that wasn't the case, was it?"

[Donna puts her head down. She looks up after a few moments pass with her best version of puppy dog eyes.]

Donna: "I just thought maybe you and I could move forward together. That a trip to the other side of the globe might show us whether we are compatible."

[Osland now feels like a complete jerk.]

Osland: "If you would stop playing games, and be honest we might actually find ourselves on the same page. That there, what you just said... do you mean it?"

Donna: "Yes, I knew you were leaving for Australia, and yes, I have been avoiding your calls. I did want to speak to management to see if there was any opportunity for me as an active roster member. I don't know... I've just never been any good at... this."

Osland: "Alright, now that's a start. I appreciate your honesty."

[The tension has been broken.]

Osland: "I hope you understand that the next two matches are a little out of my comfort zone. First, Sinclair and Donzig, and then a potential match up against my friends Bear o Dactyl."

Donna: "Friends? You're kidding, right?"

Osland: "What do you mean?"

Donna: "I might not have watched Call to Arms, but I most certainly watch SWAT every week. Union Jack and Pequeno don't like or respect you. In fact, they do their best to shame Vanessa for her desire to represent you as an agent."

[Osland's face goes red, as this is a blindside in his world.]

Osland: "I mean, I hit Pequeno with a few cheeky comments when I took the SWAT Television Championship from him, but I thought he understood it was just part of the hype. I mean, he has had ample opportunity to discuss his feelings or even ask for a rematch."

Donna: "Trust me when I tell you, those two are hoping for you to fall flat on your face so they can tell Vanessa they 'told her so."

[Osland now felt a new found respect for Vanessa, who has never once let on that her other two clients were filling her head with negativity in regards to their relationship.]

Donna: "Ox...Are you alright?"

[It was as if the competitive switch had been ignited, and Osland now understood what needed to be done.]

Osland: "Yeah."

[Osland started to seethe.]

[Moments pass before he looks directly at Donna.]

Osland: "Thank you. I needed to hear this."

[Donna smiles.]

Donna: "I'm more than just a pretty face you know. In fact I'm an asset. Untapped potential. We could really turn this place on it's head if you were open to it."

[Osland started to nod his head. Suddenly, the reservations he had about Donna's intentions and her loyalty seemed to subside. Perhaps he just need to trust his gut, and maybe give Donna the benefit of the doubt. Woman are complex, and Donna seems to fit that bill to a tee.]

Osland: "To a fresh start?"

[Osland pours two half flutes of champagne."

Donna: "I'll drink to that."

[We watch as Osland and Donna seem to have overcome some of their issues. Perhaps just in time, as The Anzac Cup hangs in the balance.]

[Cut.]

[SinclairGodfrey]

'I don't drink champagne.' said Sinclair who had been watching the pair with some amusement, her lips quirking into a smirk of disdain. And she absently smoothed her coat over her shoulders as the pair stared at her. Then she shrugged, and her gaze settled with some bemusement on Dangerous Donna. 'You have a match? How exciting.'

Osland exchanged looks with the pair of ladies, and Sinclair sniffed. 'My first XHF match was against Commandrix. And I have match against her and Isabel Rios for the Amazons championship. But you have a tag match which is very exciting.'

Her dry tone didn't make it sound exciting. And Donna frowned behind her champagne glass, and Sinclair waved a hand absently before she tilted her head to look at Osland again. 'Donzig has nothing but love and respect for his dear friends, the Revenants. But business is business, he wants the best team to win. And he wants the very best version of the Revenants out there in the ring. He will give no quarter, and he expects none in return. He will not insult two warriors like you and Keith with less.'

A shrug, and Double O nodded as Sinclair's gaze had moved back to Donna. She shrugged, and continued with a lick of her lips. 'He would have come himself, but you know how he is once the matches start. He is not himself, in fact I hope no one goes down there and disturbs him. Or says something that sets him off.'

She shrugged, and she turned to go with a swirl of her long flowing coat. Her hands gathered it as she swept for the door, and then she stepped into the hall. It was not very long before Dangerous Donna stepped from the room after her. A smile cast back at Double O, which quickly faded as she called after Sinclair. She quickly caught up, and she frowned before she glared. 'You better stay away from Ox, or--'

Sinclair stepped forward, and soon pressed Dangerous Donna against the wall. She leaned forward, hissing softly as her head tilted to speak into her ear. 'Or what? I have been touched by the Hand of Doom, I have gazed into the Abyss, and I can unleash the most dangerous force in the XHF on you with a few whispered words. Donzig doesn't like you, Donna. He thinks you're a snake, he thinks you are trying to use Oxford Osland. Donzig has his faults, but he doesn't care for people who mess with his friends. Do you know what he does to people who cross him, Donna?'

Donna stammered, clearly she had watched enough SWAT to know that crossing Donzig never ended well. Sinclair laughed softly, and she leaned in again. Her cheek brushing Donna's as she shrugged, still leaning over her as she was trapped against the wall. 'I am going to be the Amazons Champion, I am going to win the Anzac Cup, Donna. I am the Ninth Baroness Godfrey, and if I wanted Oxford Osland? I would take him. I take what I want, Donna.'

Sinclair snapped her teeth together very close to that ear, and Donna flinched. Sinclair laughed again, and she slowly drew back with a lazy smile as she reached up a hand to brush back her own hair. 'As a gesture of good will to Donzig's friends the Revenants? I am going to let you walk back into that room in one piece. But I don't expect to see you for the rest of the night, and Donna?'

Donna looked up as she crept down the wall for the door, and Sinclair watched her with a haughty smirk before her head lifted with a tilt of her chin. And she shrugged, smoothing her coat before she turned to go. But her words echoed down the hall. 'I am only interested in one person, if you watched more XHF? You would know that.'

[Union Jack]

In the Bear-O-Dactyl Locker-room, Union Jack is sat on the cold floor, his legs crossed and a low table in front of him. The British Luchador is grinning to himself as he carefully places a decorative tissue covering over a familiar looking wicker Easter basket. The Brit is happily humming to himself, his head bopping along to his own happy tune like a young boy playing with his favorite Lego set.

The Locker-room door suddenly bursts open and Vanessa Martinez storms into the room looking even more angry than she usually does when dealing with Jack.

“Twenty One Thousand Dollars!” She snaps in an accusatory tone waving her hands around in the general direction of her most troublesome client “Why didn't you tell me Jack?! I was signing the paperwork for your title match next week and caught the replay! You made me look a fool!”

“Huh?” Jack pauses for a moment and cocks his head to one side like a confused dog as he looks over at the fiery Latina. “What title match?”

“I secured you and Pequeño a Tag Team Title match for next week!” Vanessa yells angrily “Now I'm wondering if I should have even bothered!”

“Oh! That's great!” Jack smiles. “I appreciate it. Thanks 'Nes.”

“Huh?!” Vanessa visibly stalls, momentarily dumb struck. “What?”

“I appreciate it!” Jack repeats. “It's perfect! Exactly what I needed!”

“Are you...” Vanessa hesitates “Are you being serious?”

“Of course!” Jack smiles “When the KGB went out of the tournament, I was worried all this effort was for nothing!” Jack shakes his head as he wraps a red, white and blue braided ribbon around the basket and carefully ties it. “I actually started to question my own motivations... I was like 'Why do you do these things Jack?' and 'What where you thinking?' and 'You need to grow up!' It was like I could hear you inside my damn head! But...” Jack smiles and shrugs. “I guess this justifies it!”

“Justifies what? What are you talking about?” Finally Vanessa notices the basket that Jack is meticulously working on. “And what the heck is that?! And... what... is that... Smell?”

“Revenge!” Jack grins proudly. “Hey, did you know SWAT issue their fines in triplicate?”

“What?” Vanessa huffs in confusion.

“It means three-ply! Extra quilted!” Jack chuckles. “There's a white sheet on top, all nice and official like, a yellow sheet in the middle and a pink sheet in back...”

“So what?! What are you talking about?!” Vanessa shakes her head, now completely distracted from her original point.

“SO!” Jack exclaims excitedly, finally tying and setting the bow 'Just So' before clapping his hands in front of him as he proudly admires his completed gift basket. “That means that those three fines gave me a total of nine sheets of paper!” Jack climbs to his feet and grabs the basket. “One is supposed to be my copy...” Jack rounds the bench “... One is supposed to be sent to Accounting to action the deduction from my paycheck...” passes Vanessa on his way toward the Locker-room door “...and the other is held by the company for their records!”

“What are you trying to say Jack?!” Vanessa is clearly completely, and utterly lost.

“One sec, 'Nes! Oi you!” Jack yells as he leans out of the door and beckons. A member of staff cautiously approaches, all too used to the attacks, mistreatment and general dangers that comes with working backstage at a Wrestling Show. Jack instead simply smiles and holds the basket out. “Could you deliver this to Armand Von Krauss? Compliments of Union Jack! Cheers Lad!”

“Look Jack, I really don't know what's going on, or what you're talking about.” Vanessa sighs and shakes her head as the Brit re-enters the room and closes the door “I just want to be kept informed of your professional dealing's going forward.”

“The reason I didn't come find you, or tell you about the fine is because, well... You saw the footage.” Jack shrugs “I needed to use the loo and it was 'Out Of Order'.” Jack laughs as he sits on the bench. “Luckily, Lil' MC still had that Easter Basket in our travel gear!”

“Jack, what does that have to do wit.. Wait...” A shocked, wide-eyed stare dawns on Vanessa's face. She remembers her question about 'the smell' and sniffs once before wincing as her senses confirm her worst fears “...Jack... Tell me you didn't use the basket.”

“I cant tell you that I'm afraid!” Jack giggles with childish delight.

“And you just...” Vanessa stops, turns and stares at the door in a moment of stunned silence. “...Sent it... to Armand?”

“Yup!” Jack laughs. “I wanted to make sure he got back all the copies of those fines... Keep his records nice and up to date!” Jack shrugs mockingly “Not sure he will be able to read 'em though.”

“What have you done!?” Vanessa barks angrily “You have a match with him next week!”

“I know!” Jack replies, grinning.

“A Title match!” She reiterates.

“Exactly!” Jack laughs.

“What where you thinking?” Vanessa demands as she starts pacing “Why do you do these things Jack?” Jacks jaw hangs open in shock “You need to grow up!”

“Whoa...” Jack gasps in amazement. “Glitch in the Matrix!”

“Are you CRAZY!?” She demands. “Hasn't this thing already got personal enough?! Pequeño almost had his career ended, and that was at the START of this whole thing! Now you just sent him a basket of your... your... your...”

“Shit!” Jack laughs “It's okay, Love... You can say it!”

“My god!” Vanessa hangs her head and sighs. “I... I just cant...”

“What?!” Jack yells after Vanessa as she turns and walks briskly out of the locker-room without another word. The confused Brit rushes to the door, calling after his fleeing manager. “Everybody Poops 'Nes! Everybody Poops!”