Anzac Cup 2021 (Show)

[vastrix]

Armand is sitting at his desk, having showered and changed in the locker room and come back to his conference room/dressing room area. Gabriel Tuck is the only other person in the room and he’s at the conference table with his feet on the table as he leans back in his chair. Armand seems pleased with himself as he looks at the computer screen on his desk.

Armand von Krauss: You know, Gabriel. It’s funny. I get to crush Union Jack and Pequeno Dinosaurio next week and then Death Trap the week after. Things are looking good for the KGB.

Gabriel Tuck: I thought you were going to get to crush those guys tonight, but Death Trap interfered. Then, when you paid him back, he has the balls to go to Soutter for a match? Like he costed you the chance to finish off the dino and the bear?

There is a knock at the door and Gabriel looks to Armand, who raises an eyebrow.

Armand von Krauss: See to the door.

Gabriel Tuck: It’s your locker room.

Armand von Krauss: Get the door, unfruchtbar.

Gabriel Tuck: Fine, fine. Just quit speaking German at me.

Gabriel answers the door and has a brief, unheard conversation with someone before shutting the door and coming to the conference room table with a gift basket.

Gabriel Tuck: The staffer that delivered this says that it’s the signed fine paperwork from Union Jack. The copies for accounting and his personal record anyway. And maybe a gift? God damn, it smells like cooking Limburger up in this basket. What the fuck could be in it?

Armand leans back in his chair, lighting up an Egyptian cigarette with a smile.

Armand von Krauss: I can smell it from here. I’m sure whatever it is that it’s quite valuable on eBay and so you can sell it. Open the basket and bring me the paperwork. It’s about time that this buffoon learned his place here.

Gabriel opens the basket and looks inside. You know about those glitter bombs where the recipient gets a face full of glitter in an explosive fashion. Yeah, think that but with human feces instead. Gabriel gets a face full, unable to look away in time.

Gabriel Tuck falls to the floor as if shot, rolling around on the floor, and retching while trying to cough up the poop that went into his mouth and possibly further since there is now also poop on the ceiling from the force of the explosion.

Gabriel Tuck: Gak…urk…bleugh.

Eventually, Gabriel makes it to his hands and knees so that he can start vomiting in earnest. Armand stands up, flicking ashes onto the floor. He walks over to the basket and cautiously looks within to where he can see the paperwork has been returned, unsigned, and used as toilet paper. He blows smoke into the air with a sigh, ignoring the puking Gabriel, and walks back to his seat behind his desk.

Armand von Krauss: Pequeno Dinosaurio covets my wife and the venomous Union Jack cannot be easily controlled. I will put both of the pair into their places next week at our tag team match.

Gabriel Tuck finally stops retching and stands up, pointing his heavy revolver into the air. He cracks off a shot into the ceiling.

Gabriel Tuck: I’M GOING TO KILL THAT MOTHER FUCKER!

Armand von Krauss: You might want to shower first.

Gabriel looks to Armand, his eyes full of rage, but he looks down at himself where he’s covered in shit and vomit.

Gabriel Tuck: Fine, but then I kill him.

Armand von Krauss: I would rather face him in the ring, but do as you must.

Gabriel holsters his gun, grabs his bag with a change of clothing in it, and heads out through the door for the showers. Armand picks up the phone.

Armand von Krauss: Hello. I need maintenance here. A prank by Union Jack has made quite the spectacular mess. Yes, I need it done as soon as possible.

Armand hangs the phone up and smiles.

Armand von Krauss: Well, Union Jack. I hope you can run backstage until the show is over. Gabriel might not go to the ring to kill you, but backstage is fair game.

[Deleted]

Another match, another hard fought victory. But again, not without it’s controversy; the way Union Jack pinned Blaze Freya had a lot of people talking already. Dinosaurio knew it was just Jack being, well Jack. But he was starting to see why his father was concerned, he’d have to work overtime playing the white knight to make up for Jack’s various ’charms’.

His walk through the halls of the Rod Laver Arena got him to thinking. When it came down to it, was Jack’s behaviour really so bad? Sure he upset a few people and a few old ladies clutched at their proverbial pearls, but Jack was young and having the time of his life no matter where they were, or what they were doing.

Dinosaurio found himself envious of his friend and his ability to shuck family responsibility and tradition. Sometimes he wished he could be more like Jack, exude that type of confidence…especially when it came to the ladies.

Thinking back, Jack wouldn’t have thought twice if Esmeralda Von Krauss had thrown herself at him. He’d have dragged her off to some solitary part of the arena and given Armand a real reason to hate them. He sighed as his thoughts turned to Esmeralda for a moment.

He’d been single since leaving high school to travel with his father for the final year. His education was completed with one of the finest tutors money could buy and once he received his diploma he was permitted to begin his career. He left a girl in Mexico.

He told himself it was better things ended, the life of a Luchador was hard on one’s family. He knew all too well with his own mother. God how he wished she could have seen him win the SWAT Television Championship.

Bowing his head as he rounds the corner and heads into catering he almost bowls over some poor woman. ”Ay Dios”Ay Dios mio…I’m so sorry miss…” He was fumbling over his words, completely embarrassed.

Draped in gold, her hair an impossible bouquet of ringlets it was none other than the temptress herself, Esmeralda Von Krauss.

Eyeing him with intent as he helped her up; after she straightened her magnificent gown, she once again looked every bit the part of a hunting cat about to pounce as a smile to rival the Cheshire Cat slithered across her face.

”Dahling…” She exaggerated in her exotic accent as she stepped towards him chest first, extending her hand. When he shook it, she looked disappointed but carried on regardless. ”…congratulations are in order my dear boy. You and your little playmate have made it further than even my dear husband and Frostbite. Think you can go all night my young friend?” She asked, her accent thick now with innuendo.

”Jack and I are winning this tournament, if that’s what you mean.” He fired back, his voice full of fire.

”Only mostly darling, but I believe you…you’ll give your all in the attempt.” She said, walking around him now. ”…but the Hellhounds are not to be trifled with. Stay fast my Dahling, keep them guessing and unable to use their power, then the finals are yours to lose.” She practically purred as she slid next to him, her hand caressing his shoulders.

Her scent was intoxicating, she smelt like the sweetest wild flowers and the very rain itself. ”You’re…mm married”, he stammered.

”Oh dahling, details…details…” She slid her arms around his neck. Slithering her way up to his mouth, she licked his lips lightly. ”…tell me you don’t want me, make me believe it and i’ll leave you be.”

A long moment passed and tine itself stalled as nar a sound was to be heard. He wanted to scream ”Get away from me!” yet couldn’t find a single word. Maybe it was the loneliness, maybe the stress of being so far up the rankings so soon, maybe it was the beautiful woman currently draping herself over him, but he stay quiet as Esmeralda eyed him curiously. ”That’s what I thought dahling. Now now, I want you at your best for your match, but do save some energy for me for after the tournament yes?”

He didn’t mean to, he wasn’t even one hundred percent sure that he wanted to, but nevertheless he found himself nodding as he looked into dark eyes deep enough to steal his very soul.

”We’ll beat the Hellhounds and head into the finals hot…” She ran a finger over his lips and licked the essence off with a giggle.

”I know that you will my dahling, I know that you will. And then what?” She breathed the words into his ear as she hovered her lips above his neck.

”We move onto the finals, best the winner of The Revenants and Revenants and Godfrey and Donzig and take the cup!” It was amazing how much confidence he had as he spoke, she was pulling the strings and he was carrying out the motions.

”I must be going Dahling…let’s do this again soon, yes?” She removed herself from around his neck and started to walk away.

”I…I want to see you again…” He forced out the words. ”…tonight, after we win.” His heart was racing the same way it did during a match only he couldn’t control himself. It was as though someone else had spoken the words.

Esmeralda, to her credit, slowed in her cadence only a touch. ”Of course darling, of course you do…”

[Donzig]

'Hello? Donzig?' Katie Moss motioned for the camera man to follow her as she ducked through the doorway into the boiler room buried in the basement of the arena, the hazy light showing the stained and aging concrete amidst the tangle of rusted pipes. A faint hum filled the air, and she scanned about nervously as she crept further inside. The ancient winged back chair that Donzig was so fond of sat there, his mask staring up at her from the seat. She glanced around, and a voice sang from the darkness oddly off key.


Walking side-by-side with death;
The devil mocks their every step, ooh.
The snow drives back the foot that's slow,
The dogs of doom are howling more.

They carry news that must get through;
To build a dream for me and you, oh, oh, oh.
They choose the path where no one goes;
They hold no quarter,
They ask no quarter....

Katie Moss shivered, looking around the shadows before her gaze fell on the mask again. It was almost like the skull like visage was singing to her, the empty eyes staring up at her. She took a deep breath, and motioned for the camera crew to follow before letting out a sharp scream as she fell back against the arm of the chair as Donzig was suddenly there. He stared down at her, eyes narrowed as he glanced at the crew before a hand lifted to drag through his beard. Then he motioned with his hand, hissing. 'Katie Moss, again. I have seen you speaking to the others, and you are all smiles. You laugh and joke, and are charming. Yet here with us? You don't smile, you don't laugh, and you don't seem charming.'

Katie looked confused, and Donzig frowned so slightly as his head tilted. 'Why is that?'

'Well, uh, uh, I um, well...' Katie stammered, and Donzig regarded her before he nodded slowly.

'I want you to smile more, Katie. I want you to laugh.' Donzig motioned with his hand again, fingers gesturing towards Katie with a hook like motion. And he sniffed as he rolled his shoulders, and then his eyes narrowed on Katie. Katie stared at him, then almost panicked before her lips drew back in a smile. Donzig nodded and then he motioned for her to ask her questions.

'In the next round you face Oxford Osland and Keith Williams, the Revenants. How do you feel about that as you were allied with them at Call to Arms?'

Donzig grunted, and he thought for a moment before a hand lifted to rake through his beard before he spoke. 'A wise man once said, It is good that warriors such as we meet in the struggle of life or death.' A hand waved, and Donzig glared at Katie. 'When I first came to the XHF, I was an unknown commodity. At Call to Arms? Entire companies, entire groups of people looked past me. They picked others, and they refused the Scourge. Only one man reached out to me on behalf of his team, only one group of people opened their arms to Donzig and called him one of their own. Only Keith Williams and the Revenants believed in the power of the Scourge.'

Katie nodded, and lifted her mic. 'Didn't they pay you?'

'For the amount of money you need to pay me? You have to believe very strongly in my abilities, Katie.' Donzig replied, and he flexed his fingers as he gave what may have been a laugh. 'I might be for sale, but I am not cheap, eh? By the way, I thought I told you to smile.' He finished with a snarl, and Katie backed up a step as her face twitched into a wild smile. Donzig grunted. 'But all of that doesn't matter. You see, I consider Keith and Double O to be my friends. We have shed blood together, we have been in the trenches against the best in the XHF together. And I am not going to insult them by not giving them any less than my best, eh?'

Donzig paused, a brow arching as Katie blinked before her lips moved back into a smile. 

'We're all warriors, eh? Gladiators. We know what the stakes are.' Donzig waved his hand, and his voice was slowly rising as he glared down at Katie. 'And so tonight in this very arena! RevZig is going to war! I am not going to let people, frauds like Death Trap claim that we went out there and we didn't go one hundred percent! I am not going to give that motherfucker the satisfaction of saying Keith and Donzig did a deal. Double O didn't try to take Donzig out. I am not going to let those fucking buzzards up in the cheap seats, those goddamned vultures look down at me! And say, Donzig didn't deserve the Anzac Cup because the Revenants went easy on him! AND I TOLD YOU TO FUCKING SMILE!'

Katie flinched backwards, and blinked rapidly before she smiled again. A horrible panicked grin as Donzig nodded, and he glared around the room before he growled again. 'I want the Revenants, I want the very best Revenants. I want the Revs who will do anything to win, I want the Revs who will stop at nothing to beat me down! And that is what I am going to give them back. We are warriors, we are fucking men, and between the four of us? We are the very fucking best in SWAT! No doubt about that! And when the smoke settles and the dust clears? I want the leeches, and the hypocrites, and all the ham and eggers in the back with their fucking poo poo jokes! To know that one way or fucking another? RevZig is coming, and that Anzac Cup is not going to be theirs, yeah?'

Donzig snarled, and Katie nodded rapidly with that fake smile plastered on their face. And Donzig motioned towards her, and he tilted his head. 'And if it isn't me? I am going to pick myself up off the fucking mat! And I am going to shake my friend's hands and tell them good fucking luck! Because Katie Moss, we are all fucking alphas! We are all predators, and I am not going to take anything less! So Reverend Marsh? Union Jack? The little Dinosaur guy?' Katie flinched as for some reason Donzig rolled all of the R's in those names, and then gave her a knowing smirk before he continued. 'How does it feel to know that the Revenants and Donzig/Godfrey are the match that everyone knows will determine who will win the Anzac Cup!'

Donzig paused, and then he stared at Katie Moss. Then his hand lifted, and he pointed towards the door. 'You and your fake smiles, can leave now.'
 

[Kyle]

Strips of tape being applied to his back by the same medic he pestered already, Keith Williams gloats about the win obtained over Top of the Class.

Keith Williams: "Did I tell you? I told you, doc!"

Medic: "I'm in school to become a doctor."

Keith Williams: "Same thing! You cleared me and The ReVenants advanced to the semi-finals! This is partially thanks to you. If we win this whole thing, you can bet your ass there will be a fat tip in your future. And I'm not talking about my dick!"

Trying to keep himself focused on the task at hand, the medic avoids the paid appreciation.

Medic: "That really won't be necessary."

Keith Williams: "Too good to accept cash on the side, huh? Is that part of your Hippocratic Oath?"

Medic: "No, it's a moral obligation."

Laughing as he cranes his neck to look back at the training physician, Williams casually responds.

Keith Williams: "Okayyyyyy, Jimmy!"

Curious regarding his condition, Keith has a question.

Keith Williams: "How's my back looking?"

Sighing as he applies tape, the medic replies.

Medic: "It's not better, but this tape should relieve some of the pain. I can't advise that you keep putting yourself at risk of further impairment."

Keith Williams: "As kind as that is, I won't forfeit. Donzig and Sinclair want our best? They're going to get it. We're expecting them to do the same. The four of us, we're willing to tear each other apart because that's how much each person wants to make it to the finals. We don't need to negotiate and sign an agreement. We go out there and we take care of business, because that's what it is. Business."

Keith Williams: "This isn't personal to either team. It never is when a ReVenant wrestles a fellow ReVenant. We only make ourselves better. On paper, everyone had to know this match was a likelihood, not a long shot. There's a reason Keith Williams, Oxford Osland, Donzig, and Sinclair Godfrey reached this point. We put in the work and anytime there's a scheduled appearance that's extremely apparent."

Keith Williams: "I have an eye for talent."

Politely continuing the conversation, the trainee inadvertently launches Williams into another rant.

Medic: "Oh yeah?"

Keith Williams: "That's right. I saw in Donzig what others couldn't. I recognized a man that wasn't wearing rose-tinted glasses like everyone else. This was someone authentic. A person that wouldn't scare or intimidate easily. That while not traditionally a ReVenant, embodied the lifestyle in every way."

Medic: "Mother is a catchy song."

Offended for his CTA teammate, Keith huffs as he sassily snaps at the youngin.

Keith Williams: "I said DON-ZIG, dipshit! Have some dignity and don't pick such low hanging fruit! You're young and stupid, so you happily obey, conform, and consume just like the idiots that plagued Call to Arms. You stay asleep, never questioning authority, never questioning anything. Independent thoughts are foreign. And reproduction is all important to you. Want some free advice?"

Whether he wants it or not, the Ultimate Kingpin gives it.

Keith Williams: "STOP. It's not too late, just stop and take off those glasses superglued to your face. See the world for what it is. See every shade of color and don't turn away from the horrors. In SWAT, at the 2021 Anzac Cup during the semi-finals, with glasses removed you will finally find proof of Gods. The ReVenants, Donzig and Sinclair, we're the deities of professional wrestling that deserve your worship. The clinic we're going to put on won't be easily topped. Neither team is ready to roll over and give up when the trophy is within arm's reach."

Keith Williams: "The Hellhounds. Bear-O-Dactyl. I guarantee they don't want this as much as our bracket. Feces and faith will only get you so far and it won't be past The ReVenants. Keith Williams and Oxford Osland will go out there for another match, after having sacrificed so much of themselves on this night, and they will win again. When that reality sinks in for Donzig after the finish, I'd still be happy to give him that handshake he wants."

Keith Williams: "After we hold the Anzac Cup high, The ReVenants are coming for the SWAT World Tag Team Championships. It doesn't make a difference to us who holds the gold by the time we challenge. The KGB, Bear-O-Dactyl, we're taking the straps for ourselves. I haven't stopped my conquest to become a tyrant of the tag-team division. This tournament is only one piece of the puzzle and there's so many pieces still to collect! No one and no company is safe in the XHF. We intend to show everyone the only joke is anyone implying The ReVenants are anything less than great. The pile of stacked bodies and snatched tag-titles will only grow! The Ultimate Kingpin and the King of Television aren't settling! We pledge that the losses of Rally Jackson and Top of the Class won't be in vain!"

Done applying the tape, the medic gets up from kneeling and gives Keith a last reminder.

Medic: "You're nowhere near one hundred percent. Rely on your partner and be smart out there."

Keith Williams: "Smart? Look who you're talking to, doc. I can always rely on Ox, that doesn't mean I'm letting him win on his own."

Adjusting his face guard, the Ultimate Kingpin walks off.

[Dave D-Flipz]

As Keith leaves the doctor's office he is stopped by a small end table set up near the medical area. On it stands a dish with 6 cannoli cupcakes. There is a piece of cardstock nestled on it.

"Keith ... Sorry, short notice and lack of supplies means 6 is all you get. You won fair and square ... mostly ... not your fault ... but yes ... I actually am quite the baker. -DT

PS: Mistress says she has an advanced degree, she doesn't even mow her own lawn so no luck there."

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Here we go guys, Bear O Dactyl Vs The Hellhounds!

Andrew Fulton : Semi Finals come at us!

Frank Salazar : The following contest is a tag team match up scheduled for ONE FALL and is a Anzac Cup Semi Final encounter. 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 has me hooked 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 : Pequeño and Jack look focused and ready for business.

Andrew Fulton : Dino looked ready for business earlier when Esmeralda had him in her clutches Jerry.

["I Put A Spell On You" by Marilyn Manson hits and The Reverend Cornelius Marsh leads The Hellhounds down to the ring by chains attached to dog collars. The Hellhounds wear hockey masks, have dirty dreadlocks, and their clothes are blood stained from previous matches; tattered and torn.]

Frank Salazar : And introducing their opponents, accompanied to the ring by Reverend Cornelius Marsh. Psycho … Cerberus … THE HELLHOUNDS!!!

Jeremy Tucker : The THREE TIME SWAT Tag Team Champions are in the ring!

Andrew Fulton : The Hounds have seen and done it all Jerry. All but an Anzac Cup that is.

Jeremy Tucker : Referee Vick Mackey calls for the bell and this one is underway … The Hounds both charging at Bear O Dactyl and double clotheslining Dino and Jack!

Andrew Fulton : Psycho grabs Jack and throws him away with a release German Suplex.

Jeremy Tucker : Cerberus grabs Dino and lifts him in a press slam and running throws him over the top rope to the outside! The Hounds going on the offensive right from the get go!

Andrew Fulton : Jack is left in there with both of them and Mackey is letting them double team him. Dino was a little sluggish there for someone so quick, I think he is distracted by that encounter with Esmeralda Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Would you let that go man, keep talking about it and Armand will be thinking he instigated it, again.

Andrew Fulton : What would you do Jerry? If Esmeralda set her charms on you?

Jeremy Tucker : I am a married man Fulton, I would …

Andrew Fulton : You would be just like Pequeño, a deer in the headlights.

Jeremy Tucker : Far from. He had a dilemma that she is married, I have no such thing as I am ... to your sister as you well know!

Andrew Fulton : I think she would be all over her if she were in PD’s shoes.

Jeremy Tucker : (Changing the subject) Cerberus grabs his OWN partner Psycho and suplexes him ontop of Jack!

Andrew Fulton : The Hounds getting things on their terms. Straight out of the gate, brutal offence! That’s their trump card!

Jeremy Tucker : They bring it early and all match long! Savage killers! Double throat lift into a double spinebuster on Jack!

Andrew Fulton : Hellhound Cerberus airplane spins him into a swinging neckbreaker by Hellhound Psycho! This is an onslaught!

Jeremy Tucker : Pequeño is back up and has headed to the top rope, both Hounds charge at him and he DOUBLE BLOCK BUSTERS both of them!

Andrew Fulton : Pequeño charges Psycho and big Enziguri! Tilt-a-whirl head scissors/arm drag takedown on Cerberus!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Psycho grabs Pequeño and starts choking him and Jack is back up and Running Bicycle Knee Strike!

Andrew Fulton : Sort this out Mackey! Its Mayhem!

Jeremy Tucker : Its Hellhounds rules! Anything goes!

Andrew Fulton : Even in the Cup?

Jeremy Tucker : Even in the Cup. Cerberus measures Jack and ... Powerbomb, but falls forward so it's accompanied by hockey mask headbutt to groin! Brutal!

Andrew Fulton : Jack just had six stitches to the groin, come on!

Jeremy Tucker : Pequeño with a rolling senton splash on Cerberus!

Andrew Fulton : Psycho runs at Pequeño and Pequeño see’s him coming and ducks under a clothesline, Psycho bounces off the ropes and beautiful standing Hurricanrana!

Jeremy Tucker : Pequeno is inspired!

Andrew Fulton : By Esmeralda!

Jeremy Tucker : By being the Anzac Cup Winners! Cerberus back up and he runs at Pequeño but Jack drop toe’s him and as he does Pequeño hits a sitting code breaker on the face of Cerberus!

Andrew Fulton : Cover by Pequeño!

Jeremy Tucker : He hooks the leg

[center[One ………………….

Two ……………………

Psycho runs to break the count and Jack stops him in his tracks with a tilt a whirl back breaker!

Thre … [/center]

Andrew Fulton : NO!!! He kicks out!

Jeremy Tucker : Unbelievable!

Andrew Fulton : Pequeño with a big chop on Cerberus and he no sells it. Jack now with a chop on Cerberus and he no sells that! Cerberus charges and double clotheslines both Pequeño and Jack!

Jeremy Tucker : Marsh throws a cheese grater into the ring and Cerberus catches it and starts going to work on the mask of Pequeño!

Andrew Fulton : If he didn’t have that mask on he would be chop liver right now!

Jeremy Tucker : The Hounds also wear them hockey masks!

Andrew Fulton : Touché

Jeremy Tucker : Cerberus puts Pequeño’s throat on the second rope and then stands on the back of his head.

Andrew Fulton : Jack hooks Cerberus and drills him with a Reverse Russian Leg Sweep.

Jeremy Tucker : Jack feeling it and poses for the Melbourne crowd and then eats a cookie sheet to the musch courtesy of Psycho.

Andrew Fulton : I am hearing in my head set that was the same cookie tray Death Trap used to bake the cup cakes for Keith and the ReVs.

Jeremy Tucker : Will you … Cover by Psycho …

          One ……………..

         Two ……………………….

THR ….

Andrew Fulton : Jack rolls the shoulder. How? How did he kick out of that?

Jeremy Tucker : It was just a cookie sheet.

Andrew Fulton : Have you tasted DT’s cup cakes? That sheet must be made of titanium steel!

Jeremy Tucker : Pequeño with a Northern light suplex rolling into deadlift vertical suplex on Psycho!

Andrew Fulton : Cerberus runs at Pequeño and Pequeño ducks him and then catches him running up the ropes with Sliced Bread!

Jeremy Tucker : Sliced Bread #2 with the pin!

        One …………………….

     Two …………………………….

THREE!

Andrew Fulton : NO! Got a shoulder up!

Jeremy Tucker : Psycho now has a head lamp from the crowd and he turns out Pequeno’s lights with it!

Andrew Fulton : Come on Jerry. You’re better than that.

Jeremy Tucker : Jack with a BearBuster on Psycho! (Lifting Double Underhook Sitout Facebuster)

Andrew Fulton : Bear Boys have it! No!!! Cerberus grabs Jack and hoists him up … Pequeño with a headscissors on Cerberus and Hurricanrana’s him AND JACK out over he top rope!

Jeremy Tucker : Pequeño looks down at Jack and Cerb on the outside and Psycho in the ring and then quick as a hic up runs up the top ropes, measures Psycho ad flies! Look at that hang time! He spreads his arms like wings!!!! 5 Star Pterodactyl Splash!!!! Nailed it!

One …………………….

Two …………………….

THREEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : They did it! I don’t believe it! The Hellhounds are out!

Jeremy Tucker : They certainly are … and Bear o Dactyl march into the final. What a victory. Can they go all the way? Who will they meet I the final?

Andrew Fulton : They already have a World Tag Team Title match locked in for Breaking Point!

Jeremy Tucker : This is their time Fulton. This_is_their_time!

[SWAT Team]

(The show comes back from commercials for Australia's Tourist Ministry, trailers for the latest movies along with upcoming sporting events and SWAT Magazines covering the history of SWAT Amazons past, present and future along with the upcoming XHF Trios Championship. The camera pans the venue before fading to ringside where ringsiders are holding signs that say "REVVVVV us up!," "I love you Sinclair!," "Moustache of the Year!" and "Donzig Rules!" before fading to the broadcast table where Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton are wearing officially licensed SWAT masks and baseball caps and headsets.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Welcome back to The Anzac Cup semi-final match and if the first two rounds are any indication. This next match should be intriguing."

Andrew Fulton: "There you go again with the intriguing reference. Why not say it and get it over with."

Jeremy Tucker: "What are you talking about."

Andrew Fulton: "I'm talking about how you keep calling various matches intriguing like this one coming up in a matter of moments involving the Anzac Cup winners The Revenants Keith Williams and Oxford Osland."

Jeremy Tucker: "You said The KGB would win the Anzac Cup Tournament and they were all embarrassed and now you're saying The Revenants are going to win."

Andrew Fulton: "That was then, this is now, is hedging bets a crime?"

Jeremy Tucker: "Only if you were using a gambling app and SWAT higher ups find out and fire your ass."

Andrew Fulton: "I don't have a gambling app."

Jeremy Tucker: "At least they don't have to meet anytime soon."

Andrew Fulton: "Don't be so divisive Jerry."

Jeremy Tucker: "Look who's talking. Speaking of which The Revenants advanced to this round by defeating Rally Jackson and his bodyguard El Combatealorion who actually showed a bit of wrestling ability."

Andrew Fulton: "Of course he's a great luchador."

Jeremy Tucker: "He isn't a luchador. And then a real close call with Top of the Class. Meanwhile, The Revenants are going to face someone who's quite familiar to them and that's the team of Donzig and Sinclair Godfrey. They practically destroyed Bloodied Zen Romance leading to Bloodied Fox challenging Donzig to a match at Overheated."

Andrew Fulton: "Which goes to show how hated these two are in the SWAT and NPW locker rooms. Donzig seems to have problems with everyone and when it comes to The Revenants he has promised a fair match, but if I know him, and I think I do, I wouldn’t be betting on that. . They better watch themselves or they could wind up on slabs in a mortuary."

Jeremy Tucker: "They claim to be friends, but there is no honour among thieves. There's going to be plenty of bad blood in this match."

Andrew Fulton: "Believe me what Donzig did to Bloodied Zen Romance is nothing to what he plans to do to Bloodied Fox. So The Revenants had better be at their best or Donzig's going to kill them."

Jeremy Tucker: "Right now let's go to the ring for the introductions."

Frank Salazar: "The following Anzac Cup semi-final match up is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Raleigh, NC and Indianapolis Indiana respectively. They come in at a total combined weight of 517lbs. Please welcome the 'Ultimate Kingpin' Keith Williams and the current SWAT Television Champion “The Unbelievable Oxford Osland."

Three letters announce over the PA in a super slow fashion precede the explosive sound of "When the levee breaks" by Led Zepellin playing. The lights in the arena incessantly flash on and off as Keith Williams marches out onto the stage. Back to the camera he thrusts both hands upwards with three fingers pointed upon each. The three turn into two and the two turn into a pair of middle fingers that Keith continues to flaunt as he whirls around and the lights return to normal. Smirking Williams shrugs nonchalantly shows his palms acting as if he's clueless to why he's getting hate. Waggling his eyebrows to get a rise out of the fans, Keith fires off a series of mustache strokes before strutting his way down to the ring. Slowly rolling under the bottom rope to enter, 'The Ultimate Kingpin' keeps rolling until he's in the center of the squared circle kneeling, his back again to the camera, KW points to the design on his jacket with his thumb.

As the beat from "Elevators" by Outkast pops through the arena, Oxford Osland emerges from the curtain with a confident smirk plastered all over his face. Osland doesn't bother mingling with the fans at all, as he walks calmly to the ring. Once he arrives he walks up the stairs and wipes his boots on the apron. Osland keeps his eyes focused on his opponents, while waiting for the referee to signal for the bell.

Jeremy Tucker: "Well they got a mixed reaction from the ringsiders."

Andrew Fulton: "Well if you were facing a couple of maniacs wouldn't you want the ringsiders sympathy before you die."

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

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

Jeremy Tucker: "These two teams seem to be more than ready to begin this high stakes match up. The bell rings and this match is underway and both teams are talking it over to decide who starts for which team."

Andrew Fulton: "Why not have a game of rock, paper, scissors, flip a coin or better yet draw straws. Better yet throw the whole rulebook out and have a tornado style tag team match and the winners move on to the final two. Keith Williams starts for his team and Sinclair Godfrey begins for hers."

Jeremy Tucker: "Keith goes behind with a waistlock and takes her down and rides her to the ropes before releasing Sinclair before the five count, he gets up and bows like a gentleman at Sinclair who glares at him and delivers a hard right. He stumbles to a corner and looks shocked after she let him have it."

Andrew Fulton: "I even felt that hard right. Sinclair continues to unleash lefts and rights followed by a series of stiff kicks and knees. She whips him into the opposite corner and delivers a really stiff clothesline. She curtsies before she pulls at his moustache embarrassing and humiliating him. That's not right and fair because that moustache is insured for a million bucks."

Jeremy Tucker: "So far she's treating it like a cheap one early one. She whips Keith into the corner but Keith comes out and clotheslines her. He stomps on Sinclair's back and drags her to his corner and tags in Oxford Osland. They deliver a brutal double team beatdown. He whips Sinclair into the ropes and Donzig secret tags in before Osland delivers a discus elbow."

Andrew Fulton: "Then Oxford turns around and receives a big boot and Donzig then waits and slaps Oxford in the face screaming really vile things at him."

Jeremy Tucker: "Well Donzig's not known for being subtle or forgetting a grudge. Donzig delivers a series of elbows smashes to Oxford's head and face busting him open."

Andrew Fulton: "Donzig just summoned his inner cannibal and is biting that cut making it worse. He wanted a friend’s match but that bell rings and he has white line fever! He whips Oxford into the ropes but Oxford sunset flips Donzig for a one count followed by a diving dropkick. He sets up Donzig and snap suplex's him one, twice and three more times before making the cover for another one count."

Jeremy Tucker: "Oxford's proving why he's the current SWAT Television Champion and a very skilled submission technician. He tags in Keith and now they deliver a double team brutal beatdown to Donzig. Keith delivers a series of brutal series of European Uppercuts but Donzig explodes with a series of elbows screaming and shouting things about Bloodied Fox and Death Trap and D’Andre andThe Revenants as he fights his way out of the corner."

Andrew Fulton: "He has quite the list of people he has issues with ‘eh Jerry? Donzig snap suplex's Keith once, twice and three times before knocking Oxford off the ring apron. He makes his way to his corner but Keith tackles and drags him to the center of the ring. He starts working on Donzig's leg with a series of well placed kicks and stomps."

Jeremy Tucker: "Keith twirls his moustache but that gives Donzig time and opportunity to kick him off and he tags in Sinclair who delivers a series of kicks and knee strikes to Keith's body and legs. She scoop slams the 'Ultimate Kingpin' and Donzig hands her a bunch of fluorescent tubes which she smashes over Keith's head."

Andrew Fulton: "Donzig urges her on and she digs in to an already cut Keith Williams who is already bleeding badly. Keith secretly goes into his tights and pulls out something and jabs it into her throat. He bows like a gentleman and flips the double Stone Cold salute at Donzig who threatens him as if The Revenants care."

Jeremy Tucker: "Keith delivers a series of European Uppercuts before whipping Sinclair into the ropes and delivers a bicycle kick. He drops a series of elbows onto her chest before making the cover for a two count."

Andrew Fulton: "Keith attempts a belly to back suplex but Sinclair flips over and chop blocks Keith before tagging in Donzig who starts stomping on the legs and applies an anklelock. Keith is in pain as he attempts slowly get to the ropes and makes it and Donzig waits for the full five count before he breaks the hold."

Jeremy Tucker: "Keith mounts and delivers a series of vicious punches to the face and head of Keith who forces him over and grounds and pounds Donzig. He tags in Oxford who mounts and grounds and pounds Donzig. Sinclair charges in and diving dropkicks Oxford."

Andrew Fulton: "Sinclair leaves the ring and both Donzig and Oxford start delivering vicious elbows. He bounds into the ropes and delivers a wild discus elbow sending Donzig down before leaving the ring and finding some barbed wire. Oxford returns and wraps the barbed wire around Donzig's head and face and continues to spill more of his blood not that Donzig seems to mind."

Jeremy Tucker: "Oxford tags in Keith who charges in and delivers a jumping bicycle knee strike to Sinclair knocking her off the ring apron. He sets Donzig up and tiger suplex's him before twirling his moustache and gets in Donzig's face hurling insults. Keith sets up Donzig again and executes a series of rolling Germans and bridges up for a two count."

Andrew Fulton: "Keith tags in Oxford who delivers a series of headbutts. He whips Donzig into the ropes and they attempt a double clothesline but Sinclair charges back in and spears Osland out of the ring."

Jeremy Tucker: "They double whip Keith into the ropes and double flying leg clothesline the former SWAT Universal Sin Champion. Donzig makes the cover for a close two count."

Andrew Fulton: "Donzig threatening the referee for making a slow count as if that's new for him. He tags Sinclair back into the ring and they double leg drop the 'Ultimate Kingpin.'"

Jeremy Tucker: "Sinclair whips Keith into the corner and charges in with a knee strike. She follows up with even more vicious knee strikes and kicks and Keith slumps down like a rag doll. She picks him up and whips him into the opposite corner and charges in and clotheslines him. Sinclair just took something from her tights and jabs it into his throat as payback for what he did."

Andrew Fulton: "Sinclair sets up Keith and executes a Saito suplex before gutwrench powerslamming him for a close two count. Sinclair looks like she wants to punch out the referee but thinks the better of it compared to Donzig. Too bad because The Revenants would have won by DQ."

Jeremy Tucker: "You'd love that wouldn't you."

Andrew Fulton: "If they can get away with it I'm all for it. Besides, the gaming app commercial said if and I quote 'Bet a dollar and if your favorite tag team wins by DQ. You win a hundred bucks instantly"

Jeremy Tucker: "So you don't use a gaming app?"

Andrew Fulton: "Hey that was the commercial that tempted me like a siren to a sailor. I was just checking it out"

Jeremy Tucker: "Unbelievable. Keith low blows Sinclair and stumbles over and tags in Oxford. He Saito suplex's and does it again and a third time before making the cover. Oxford cinches in a head and arm triangle."

Andrew Fulton: "Just tap out now and show you have more brains than Donzig has in his dark empty head. Speaking of whom Donzig just attacked Oxford with an iron rod breaking the submission. He goes after Keith Williams who jumps off the ring apron and taps a finger to his head showing how smart he is compared to Donzig. He threatens him if he dares to officially tag in."

Jeremy Tucker: "Sinclair takes the iron rod and continues to beat Oxford Osland. She cinches in an STF and she has it in tight as Oxford struggles to get to the ropes. Sinclair applies even more pressure as she tightens the hold."

Andrew Fulton: "Don't give up Oxford! There's a couple of hundred bucks comin..... I mean a couple of hundred bucks going to Cornelius Marsh's charity if you win! Oxford's attempting to roll to the ropes but Sinclair refuses to let go. He manages to roll into the ropes but Sinclair hangs in and Donzig storms over and stomps on Oxford's arm. Keith storms over and gives him a knee cap job with a baseball bat."

Jeremy Tucker: "That will probably take Donzig out for a while. Sinclair just received a knee cap job with that baseball bat, these guys putting it all on the line and neither team would have it any different."

Andrew Fulton: "That's putting it mildly. Sinclair's going to be lucky if she will be able to face both Isabel Rios and Commandrix at Shockwave for the SWAT Amazons Women's Championship. Donzig will be lucky if Bloodied Fox doesn't finish the job The Revenants started with the knee caps. Hell, The Revenants will be lucky if Donzig forgets all the goodwill they built between them from Call To Arms."

Jeremy Tucker: "That's a good point which is rare for you. There is good will and then there is the Anzac Cup. Oxford continues to work on Sinclair's knees with a series of vicious stomps. He cinches in a calf crusher in the middle of the ring as Sinclair screams in pain but refuses to tap out. She can barely move towards the ropes and once again Oxford's proving he's a submission technician."

Andrew Fulton: "Donzig dives in with a double axehandle before rolling out of the ring. Oxford drags Sinclair to his corner and tags in Keith who gets onto the top turnbuckle and flying curb stomps Sinclair's knee before bowing like a gentleman again."

Jeremy Tucker: "Keith pretends to hobble taunting Donzig trying to get in his head. Donzig enters and Keith chop blocks him before being thrown from the ring. Keith returns to working on Sinclair's knee torquing and twisting that leg. He wriggles his eyebrows and cackles like a villain."

Andrew Fulton: "Well this is business and not personal and whatever happened at the locker room was the opposite. The Revenants are here on business and another thing that wasn't a villain's cackle and you know it. It was a hearty laugh. Sinclair barely kicks him off and struggles to get to her corner. Keith tackles her and sets her up for another tiger suplex with great perfectamundo. He sets her up again but she barely blocks and counters with her own suplex and both are down."

Jeremy Tucker: "Sinclair slowly makes her way to her corner as Keith makes the tag as does Sinclair and Donzig charges in with a clothesline to Oxford and delivers a big boot to Keith knocking him off the ring apron. He opens up a can of whoop ass on Oxford and screams in Oxford's face and then screams at Keith."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah all that love is gone. The bell rings and this man is an animal! Donzig continues to beat up Oxford Osland as he taunts him. Oxford fights back only for Donzig to continue to taunt him and viciously beat him down. He slaps Oxford's head and face repeatedly before gut wrenching him three to four times and mounting and grounding and pounding Oxford."

Jeremy Tucker: "Keith charges in and gets met with a clothesline out of the ring. Oxford low blows Donzig and press slams Donzig before letting him fall into a European Uppercut. Oxford goes for the pin.....One.....Two....Thr.....No! Sinclair breaks it up and all four are in the ring."

Andrew Fulton: "The typical SWAT match breakdown. Sinclair throws Keith out of the ring but Oxford clotheslines her with authority out of the ring. Donzig clotheslines Oxford out of the ring and Donzig bounds into the ropes and flies through them to wipe them all out. Like I said a typical SWAT match breakdown."

Jeremy Tucker: "Both teams are barely stirring as the referee checks and starts counting. Oxford is the first to get back to his feet and throws Donzig back into the ring. He looks under the ring and finds a chair to slide in. Sinclair whips Keith into the ringpost only for him to reverse it sending her into the ringpost. he charges in fast and splashes her sending her slumping to the hard concrete floor."

Andrew Fulton: "Give that splat a perfect ten as Oxford places the chair around Donzig's neck and begins stomping that neck that only a Revenant can do it. He's screaming and taunting for what he was saying about him. Yeah all the nice things before this match went right out the ring like I knew they would."

Jeremy Tucker: "That just shows how much the Anzac Cup means to both of these teams. Oxford cinches in a Crippler Crossface while using that chair for leverage and the referee's checking to see if he'll tap which Donzig refuses to do so."

Andrew Fulton: "Donzig makes his way to the ropes and Sinclair barely makes it there to pull Donzig to them to force a break in the hold. The referee warns her as Oxford releases the hold."

Jeremy Tucker: "Oxford tags Keith and they whip Donzig into the ropes. They double shoulder block him and Keith delivers a Famasser. He makes the cover for a close two count as Sinclair breaks it up."

Andrew Fulton: "Keith whips Donzig into the ropes and delivers a Queen Anne's Revenge and once again makes the cover for a close two count if The Void's Wicked Witch hadn't flown off the top turnbuckle and splashed down on Keith Williams."

Jeremy Tucker: "Witches Hammer from Sinclair before leaving the ring. Donzig sets up for an Event Horizon and he hits it. He makes the cover...

One.....

Two.....

Three....

Four.....

The referee is being distracted by Oxford. Donzig charges at him but Oxford jumps off the ring apron and they exchange words."

Andrew Fulton: "Keith is back to his feet and pretends to stumble as Donzig turns to face him and gets one of Keith's Power of the Punches. He rolls him up using the trunks....

One.......

Two.........

Three!!!!!!

The Revenants did it! They make it to the Final!"

Frank Salazar: "Your winners at 25minutes and 30seconds. Keith Williams and Oxford Osland The Revenants."

Jeremy Tucker: "A questionable victory by The Revenants as Keith uses the Power of the Punch and a handful of tights to send The Revenants into the Final."

Andrew Fulton: "What a shame. As a famous wrestler named Jesse Ventura once said 'Win if you can. Lose if you must but always cheat.' So there."

Jeremy Tucker: "Well, The Revenants are extending their hands in friendship but Donzig's steaming mad but he takes their hands and shakes before pulling Keith towards him and tells him to win the final."

Andrew Fulton: "Donzig staying true to his word and shook their hands after the match."

Jeremy Tucker: "Well, we'll see what happens down the line. The story is, the ReVs are thru to the final and its them Vs Bear O Dactyl! Right not we have to cut to commercials but we'll be right back with more Anzac Cup action after this."

(They fade to commercials.)

[SWAT Team]

'Well, boys, I guess we're back to Japan.' intoned Reverend Cornelius Marsh to the battered looking Hellhounds as they walked down a hall backstage of the arena. The two hockey mask clad figures dragged their luggage behind them, as well as Marsh's. They said nothing as they followed after him, and as they walked past the gathered crew and various wrestlers rose. A few followed after them, and then Road Agent James Fierce rose and started to clap his hands. Talent Relations Dan Stein joined in, and soon the crew one and all were whistling and applauding for the departing Hellhounds. Who paused to soak it all, and Marsh beamed happily as he shook a few hands.

Of course, at this point Donzig stomped down the stairs from Gorilla followed by an exhausted and limping Sinclair. He paused, and then nodded at the applauding crew before he threw his fists in the air with a faint smile. The gathered people paused, and stared at him perplexed before looking at the Hellhounds. Donzig's arms fall, and his smile turned to a scowl as Sinclair put a hand on his shoulder. Marsh rolled his eyes, and then he stepped forward with a jabbing finger. 'Psalms 34:18, huh? Well, Mister Donzig, maybe you should remember Proverbs 16:18.'

Donzig's eyes narrowed, and he shook off Sinclair's hand as Marsh flashed a smirk to the crowd before he continued. 'Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.'

Marsh turned back to Donzig as a faint laugh ran through the gathered crowd, and then Donzig sprayed the Black Mist into the Reverend's face. Marsh grabbed at his face and eyes, staggering back as Donzig snorted a laugh at him. And then he went flying backwards as Cerberus grabbed him, shoving him across some equipment crates as Psycho lunged forward as well. Sinclair pushed forward, limping to reach her partner as Donzig came roaring back over the crates to throw himself at the larger of the Hellhounds. Throwing punches and elbows as the stunned crew started to grab at the men to pull them apart, Donzig was spewing obscenities as the match with the Revenants had clearly put him in a mood.

Psycho grabbed for Donzig to push him off his partner, only to be grabbed by security as Cerberus ran forward to slam him against the wall. Donzig fell to his feet, doubled over as he took a step forward. And the big man lifted a huge fist, before he stumbled back as a screaming Sinclair Godfrey wrapped a cable around his neck. Yanking backwards as he clawed at the cord. Psycho broke free, only to be met by the angry Donzig as they started to brawl about the hall.

Dan Stein had clearly seen enough, and started to yell for order as Cerberus grabbed at Sinclair as he dropped to a knee. Security grabbed the raging Baroness from his back, three of them hauling her away while the rest of the security squad and a few wrestlers go between her and the big Hellhound. Cerberus was clearly angry, but the black streaked Marsh tried to calm him down. Meanwhile, James Fierce and more wrestlers were pushing Donzig and Pyscho apart as Donzig kept trying to get at him. Psycho pushed forward as well, pushing and dragging wrestlers as he shoved closer. Donzig was fuming, battering at the every increasing squad of security as he pointed at Marsh and the Hellhounds. 'YOU THINK YOU CAN ESCAPE ME HIDING IN JAPAN! I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN! YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?! I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN!'

The scene cuts as the announce team look at each other stunned.

[Oh-Oh]

[SWAT Banner Hangs Above.]

"So here we are."

[Oxford Osland.]

"One step away from being immortalized in the annals of SWAT history. Make no mistake, the prestige that comes along with winning The Anzac Cup surpasses any other tag team tournament in the world of professional wrestling."

[...]

"Champions come and go. The Championship belts move around freely..."

[Osland exhales through his nose.]

"But there can be only one winner of the Anzac Cup. Past winners are revered, and with good reason. This tournament is a test of wills, preparation and heart. The ability to prepare for and defeat four other teams in one night is one of the most daunting tasks that one can endure."

[Smirk.]

"Yet, here I am. Keith and I felt instant chemistry when they first put us together as a team. At the time, we both represented SWAT as singles champions, and our respective schedules didn't allow for a strict focus on tandem combat. But we knew... management knew... and whether the locker room wanted to accept it - they knew..."

"Greatness was upon them."

[Osland rubs his hands together.]

"Our opponents have staked their claim to a SWAT Tag Team Championship opportunity against the KGB. Bravo, well deserved. But what will that say about Keith and I when we're the ones to put you down when you two are on the cusp of your championship opportunity? It writes itself now doesn't it?"

"You see Pequeno and Jack, when Vanessa Martinez and I made our business relationship official, I never once uttered a negative word about either of you. I felt, it would be in poor taste and would leave our mutual business partner in an awkward position. So while I might've wanted to rub more salt in your wounds, or big league the two of you... I left you both well alone. In fact, I often thought that maybe the three of us could find common ground and put our past behind us and move forward with a fresh perspective."

[Osland rubs his chin.]

"Come to find out that the two of you have been taking pot shots at my expense this entire time. Moreover, doing so in an attempt to shame Vanessa for her desire to work with me."

[Osland extends his bottom lip and makes a pouty face.]

"Are you two wee lads jealous?"

"How pathetic."

"Through it all, Vanessa never once wavered and kept her end of our deal in tact. I respected Vanessa before we met, my respect has climbed since our relationship took off, and now even more so - I know that she's a woman of the highest quality. The fact that Vanessa never once even hinted at the fact that she had two little mosquito's buzzing in her ear says a lot about her character."

"As for you two..."

[Osland scoffs.]

"Just two insecure little boys."

[Osland makes an uncomfortable face.]

"Yikes."

"But, I'm a forgiving man. My star has never been brighter, so it's clear to me why simpletons like the two of you would feel inferior in my presence."

[Side Smile.]

"I'm willing to turn the other cheek, but it'll cost you both. If you two want to bury the hatchet and raise your games to my level, all you need to do is bend you knee and apologize to the KING OF TV after Keith and I wipe the floor with the two of you later on tonight. When the Anzac trophy is in our possession, we're going to need to keep it buffed and shining. I've heard lucha masks are truly multi-facted, and with the right amount of elbow grease, can leave a distinct shine."

[You don't say.]

"You don't think I would, do you? That i'm capable of such a heinous act?"

"Try me."

"Either the two of you shape up, or I'll rip those masks off your stupid faces and use it shine not only the Anzac Cup, but the most important championship on the entire XHF Network - MY King of Television Championship."

[How Vile.]

"We have a simple case of miscommunication. See, you two have started to mistake my kindness and indifference for weakness. Its true, Donna was kind enough to point out our current predicament to me a couple of hours ago, otherwise I would've been none the wiser. I don't hang on either of your every word in the same way you do mine. I'm not caught up in the comings and goings of your pathetic existences, in the same way you are mine. So do us all a favour and ease up on Vanessa. She's the best thing the two of you have going."

[...]

"But if you're not careful, like any strong woman..."

[Osland winks.]

"She's going to leave her children at home and venture out into the world in search of her equal counterpart."

"Think about it."

[Osland is smiling from ear to ear.]

"I'll see you out there..."

[Cut.]

[Osland exits the promo area, and appears ready for battle. As he rounds the corner of the hallway, there she is."

[Vanessa Martinez.]

Vanessa: "Hey, I'm so glad I found you."

[Oh Really?]

Vanessa: "Listen, this is hard for me. I have a vested interest in all of my clients being successful. I couldn't have imagined that all three of you would be competing in the finals."

Osland: "I understand completely. I'm not expecting you to choose sides."

[Suddenly Vanessa doesn't seem as frantic. Her body languages is calm.]

Osland: "No pressure. In fact, if you feel obligated to second Bear O Dactyl tonight because you've represented them longer than you have me, it won't change our partnership in the slightest."

Vanessa: "Do you really mean that?"

Osland: "Of course I do."

[Lurking in the background is Dangerous Donna. She's watching, but Osland and Vanessa haven't noticed.]

Vanessa: "That really means a lot. What a relief."

Osland: "In fact, wish those two good luck for me."

[Vanessa smiles.]

Vanessa: "Sure, I can do that."

[Osland extends his hand, and the two of them shake.]

Vanessa: "I'll be in touch in regards to next steps on your audition in Mexico."

Osland: "Can't wait."

[The two share a smile, as Vanessa walks off.]

[Dangerous Donna approaches.]

Donna: "What was that all about?"

Osland: "Business."

Donna: "Uh Huh.."

Osland: "She has a lead on an acting opportunity in Mexico."

Donna: "You're considering this?"

[Donna seems flustered.]

Osland: "Let's talk about this after Keith and I make history tonight."

[Osland wraps his arm around Donna, who clearly has more questions that she needs answered. But like a true don juan, Osland is able to take control of the situation and close things out on his terms.]

[The Anzac Cup Awaits.]

[Cut.]

[Deleted]

One match.

One match away.

One match away from proving them all wrong.

The announcers, the internet marks and trolls, the locker room, his father, even the fans. No one expected the oddball pairing of Bear-O-Dactyl to make it this far, yet here they were. Anzac Cup on the line.

Soaked in sweat, the young rookie luchador paces the concrete arena floor. Three hard fought victories had brought them to this.

”It all comes down to this Cabrons, the finals of the prestigious twenty twenty-one Anzac Cup.” Low and soft, the young Mexican’s voice comes forced between breaths. Three matches in one night with a fourth to go, he was resting, regaining the strength needed to carry on.

”On one side, the Técnicos; Pequeño Dinosaurio, Union Jack. Bear-O-Dactyl. On the other ese, the Rudos…” The native Spanish speaker rolls the r in euros accentuating it. ”…Keith Williams and Oxford Osland. los Retornados, The ReVenants.” Dinosaurio’s voice trails off at the mention of their opponents.

”To talk of my mask the way you did. To liken it to a rag fit for shining your ill gotten title, is an insult to my family and my heritage Oxford Osland, and only fuels me to go further. I don’t want to win this tournament for money or glory, those I will get in time. No, I do it for the people ReVenants. I do it to show the people who aren’t six feet tall that they too can be athletes, heroes. I do it to show those who watched my father, the Mighty Tiranosaurio, climb from being a street kid to being the most beloved figure in Lucha Libre, to show them that his legacy continues with me!” It’s clear that Osland’s recent lack of respect for the culture of Lucha Libre has struck a cord with Pequeño Dinosaurio, his voice and eyes are full of fire suddenly.

”You lecture about what we supposed said about you, words and actions Cabron, words and actions. So what if Union Jack sees you for the snake you are. This fake nice guy act you put on for Vanessa is fooling, only Vanessa. You’re a selfish man Oxford Osland, one day Keith Williams will find that out the hard way. But you say, ’no we’re a brotherhood’.” His accent shifts as he mocks Osland. ”Not even close, you two are brothers because things are going well. The moment adversity sets in on you, you’ll be like two starving dogs, you’ll turn on each other and eat each other alive.” Dinosaurio makes sure to look down the camera, his eyes leaving no question as to his conviction. The ReVenants were Rudos.

Wandering over to a built in wooden bench native to the Rod Laver Arena, he sits down and adjusts his mask. Happy with how it feels, he does up the hanging green chin strap. ”You see, it’s not your words, but your actions that give you away. You spoke of honour and respect, but you don’t show them. In the ring, you take short cuts, you cheat to win, then claim it to be skill. No, you have skill but you neglect it for easier routes to the fame and glory you truly crave when I was Television Champion it was about the Championship. You? You’ve gone out of your way to hold fake exhibition challenges, grand displays with no pay off for the fans. You cater to your fragile ego. You just want to be a star. I want to be the best luchador on planet Earth. Do you see the difference?”

Dinosaurio asks, not just knowing the answer, but feeling the answer in his soul. ”Don’t worry ”your highness”...” He says, condescension and sarcasm dripping from his words. ”…you won’t have to because the people always see the difference between those who fight for them, like Jack and I and those who fight only for themselves like you and Keith Williams.”

His voice is full of fire as he continues, he’s pointing at the screen at Oxford Osland. ”And that is why you haven’t given me my rematch. You know we’re not the same. You know when we get that ring there won’t be any hiding. Keith Williams won’t be able to hide yours flaws anymore than Vanessa can hide your piss poor Spanish.” An insult from the normally mild mannered Dinosaurio give testament to just how much the young phenom wanted to get that win back.

Wagging his finger at the camera, ”But don’t think I’m forgetting about you Willians, you might be playing back up dancer to Osland’s Justin Timberlake but you have our attention. Former Universal Sin Champion. In fact, the ’innovator’ of that title’s nineties edgelord appeal. You were allowed to name a title, and that was your shot? ”Universal Sin” see? Even when given a chance to establish a legacy, you chose your own gimmick first. You’re both selfish men and selfish men will turn on each other eventually. Remember that Williams and remember that every good time you and Osland have could be the last. The day is coming, it’s inevitable just like Jack and I being World Tagteam Champions, inevitable. This is the first step, winning the Anzac Cup!”

He adjusts his knee pads beneath his tights and straightens out the designs on his legs. ”We’re going into this match ready cabrons, physically ready, mentally ready and, most importantly, ready to outwork you!simply put, we’re ready to be better than we’ve ever been! ”

Taking the signal from the cameraman, he knows the camera has stopped recording, he stands up and heads over to the cameraman, ”Gracias amigo, how’d I do?”

Laughing heartily the salt and pepper haired man, likely in in mid forties responded. ”I’m no director kid, I just film you guys talking about how much you hate each other, but if I’m being honest, at least you say thank you afterwards. Guys like Osland and Williams don’t even look at me, I’m just equipment to them. Something to be used and then forgotten, you get used to it but it makes a kid like you stick out, even your partner is…” He fumbles his words, unsure of just how to describe the fun loving British lucha bear. ”…different. But you kid? You might just be that good guy everyone’s wanted to see get to the main event scene! Just keep it up kid, if you can.”

Nodding in thanks to the man, ”Gracias, thank you. I’m not so sure, but thank you? Sorry, I didn’t get your name.”

”Mark Johnson.” He said, extending his hand.

Shaking his hand, he returns the introduction. ”I am Pequeño Dinosaurio. Nice to meet you.” He smiled, before grabbing a black towel off a nearby stack and drying himself off again.

There was a pause you could drive a truck through. Thankfully the door opened ushering in Vanessa Martinez.

”Hey guys…” She started, trailing off seeing only Dinosaurio and Mark. ”…I missed it, didn’t I?” He shoulder slumped a little, representing rivals was beginning to take it’s toll. ”I’m so sorry, I got caught up…”

Not giving her a chance to finish, Dinosaurio quips. ”Working for Osland, you were probably giving him an ear-full for what that gringo said!”

Her head cocks to the side, not having actually seen by of the scathing words the current Television Champion had thrown at Bear-O-Dactyl.

”What are you talking about, he sends his best and says good luck. Like a proper gentleman!” Defiance and defense of her busiest client fill Vannessa’s voice with a confidence exuding far beyond her petite frame.

”Que?” He said, instinctively switching to Spanish. ”He said he’d use our masks to polish the Anzac Cup and Television Championship Vanessa. If he even thinks about pulling on my mask tonight I swear rules be damned, I’ll make sure he doesn’t get to another bullshit Television Championship defense! My mask is my career Vanessa! He’s going after my career, I won’t have that!” The mask of a luchador was sacred, it was his character, his mystique, his power. For Osland to even suggest he’d take their masks was an insult of the highest order regardless if he knew or not.

”He did what?!” She exclaimed, unsure of what she’d just heard. The Oxford Osland she knew would never say such a thing. Surely he wasn’t serious? Was he?

Sure Osland could be a little ’tone deaf’ when it came to his little stunts, but would he really have the audacity to try to take the mask of Dinosaurio?

”He just made this personal Vanessa! Until now, he was just some cabron that had a good night. Now? Now, I need to beat this clown Vanessa. And I’m going to start, tonight!”

Storming out of the room, presumably in search of the missing Union Jack, Pequeño Dinosaurio leaves Vanessa and the ever stunned Mark standing alone.

”Ummm…I think I left the camera on.”

[Union Jack]

Union Jack staggers as he rounds the winding corridors of the backstage area. The Luchador is struggling for breath, exhausted after three consecutive victories and now operating purely on adrenaline and stubbornness. Jack rounds a corner and is immediately grabbed and pinned against a wall. The grimacing face of the imposing Gabriel Tuck looms less than an inch from Jack's own.

“Gotcha!” Tuck sneers, his face a twisted mask of rage and hatred.

“Ugh!” Jack groans. “Got a fuckin' breath mint?!”

“Keep on with the jokes... It'll make this more fun!” Gabriel growls before turning to stare down the lens of the camera. “You're gonna want to be far away from here... and lose that footage!”

The camera pulls back, rounding the corner. Jacks voice can just be heard.

“We really gonna do this...?!”

A burst of static clears revealing a new shot of an empty locker-room backstage. The feed seems to be low end and self shot, perhaps a camera phone, or a go-pro... or a camera which was inexplicably dropped during a backstage altercation earlier in the night, thereby significantly reducing the quality of its output. Super edgy. Rustling and footsteps can be heard in the background. The sudden sound of a flesh on flesh impact rings out, followed by a muffled grunt. Moments later, Union Jack makes his way into the shot.

He crosses the room, perches on the edge of a bench and stares coldly into the camera before him. His ring gear is stained by sweat and blood. His chest reddened. His shoulders slumped from fatigue. Still Jack stares, unwavering in his resolve.

“This probably isn't what you were expecting, is it? Truth be told, I'm not really the promo type. I'm more suited to the lighthearted skit, right?! 'Good Ol' Jack, He'll make us laugh. He'll make things right. He'll take the pain away.'” Jack shakes his head, slowly and solemnly. “Not tonight. Not anymore.”

“You see, we all have our breaking point. Our limit. Even a dickhead like me who runs around with a midget strummin' the plastic cock on his bear costume. You might think that I don't care. That you can say or do...” Jack shrugs in an exaggerating manner. “...whatever the fuck you like and I'll take every inch of it without so much as a courtesy lougie. But tonight... Tonight you found it. The catalyst that'll trigger a #MeToo/BLM esque response that'll shake your very fucking world to it's core.”

“See Osland, there's something you need to understand about me. It's very rare that I give one hundred percent. I'm more of a five percent below half assed kinda guy. But you? You've got my attention. I don't know if it's because of the way you stole my friends title, the way you seem to think 'Nes is here purely to tickle your grundle or simply the fact you're a jumped up little cunt, but I don't like you. Despite that, I wasn't actually intending to give you; or this match, any more attention than I give anyone else.”

“Yea, I saw what you had to say earlier and, if I'm honest, it touched a nerve. You actually made me question weather or not you really do have the moral high-ground in this whole fucked up situation. After all,” Jack shrugs his shoulders “You're right.... We've been far more vocal about our dislike for you than you have about us. Perhaps we've even made the situation for Vanessa difficult by voicing our opinions. But it wasn't to shame her, Osland. Quite the opposite... It's to redeem her. Because, we know Vanessa is too good for you. That her goodhearted nature wont let her see what a complete, unapologetic, completely irredeemable cunt you really are. And ultimately, just as with any loved one in an abusive relationship, personal or professional, you have to help them, help themselves. Look at the way you were acting the innocent party. You almost had me convinced, and for the first time I understood just how Vanessa fell for your bullshit in the first place. And it is Bullshit. I know that as well as you do. Because ultimately, we're very similar aren't we? We run our mouths and say things we shouldn't because, well... ultimately, because we can and to hell with the consequences... Am I right?” Jack laughs “But it wasn't that, that lit a fire under me. I know sooner or later, Vanessa will see you for what you are, Dinosaurio will regain what you stole and we will put you firmly behind us.... But then you mentioned the Masks. The fucking Masks.”

Jack shakes his head and sighs.

“I admit, when I first put this mask on I failed to pay it the same level of reverence and respect that Dinosaurio does. Back then, had you threatened to treat it with such blatant disregard, I'd have whipped it off, pulled it over your head backwards and laughed as your bumped around the ring blind... But even arseholes like me have to believe in something Osland. Because if we don't... we turn in to you.” Jack shakes his head. “A man like you cant understand the weight of this mask, so let me try to explain... The Lucha Libre lifestyle is about more than just punching your golden ticket. More than movie auditions, music video's or whatever other corporate whore venture you've found yourself blowing an executive in the back seat of a limo for this week. So when you talk about taking these masks and using them to shine your title, you crossed a line. And there are some lines a man should never cross...”

Jack raises his hands into shot, revealing a red apple and what appears to be a bolt of purple lace. Jack buffs the apple silently for a moment or two.

“Speaking of, I think I ran into someone you know backstage. Old girl, bit ropey... You have an uncanny resemblance now I come to think of it. These were hers...” Jack raises the purple cloth into the air, revealing them as lace panties. “Any relation? Oh, look... she has to write her name in her underwear too... Osland” Jack reads the name with a smirk. “At least now we know your mental deficiencies run in the family. Tell me, does Paulie get some kind of stimulus check for having you on the roster? Are you just here to fill a quota?”

Jack laughs as he places the apple and panties down, as he does the jovial nature evaporates.

“That's the last you'll see of fun Jack tonight I'm afraid. After this, it's all business. See, Pequeño will have viewed your words as a threat, not just to his ring attire, or even to his career... but to his very life and the honor of his family. And as someone who knows a thing or two about failing your family... I refuse to let the likes of you do that to him, because Dinosaurio and I are brothers, not just fair-weather friends like you and Williams. And while I'm on the subject, Williams... We all know you and Osland are on borrowed time. That you're both snakes and that one of you will turn eventually. Let the inevitable happen tonight. Spare yourself the unchecked rage that Osland has unleashed, and don't come to the ring. This is months in the making and you don't want to be caught in the crossfire.”

Jack climbs to his feet and walks to the camera. It jostles and switches to a more wide angled view of the locker-room, but the feed doesn't cut. The corner of our screen now shows the hunched over shape of a man, huddled on the locker-room floor. The door swings open and Vanessa rushes inside.

“Jack!” The Latin beauty is out of breath and a look of concern is etched on her face. “Have you seen Pequeño? I need to speak to him before your match... There's been some kind of misunderstanding with Oxford and I want to resolve the issue before...”

“Before someone gets their neck broken?!” The Brit interrupts with a condescending laugh. “There aint been any misunderstanding sweetheart, that cunt finally showed his true colors and the Lad has had enough. So have I, for the record.”

“Oh, not you too..” Vanessa says, sighing deeply.

“Tell me 'Nes... Do you ever watch this show back? Seriously, you should maybe DVR this one. You might find it enlightening.”

“What is that supposed to mea...” Vanessa visibly starts and her eyes dart to the body on the floor as it moves and grunts. “WHAT THE?!”

“Oh, don't worry about him love!” Jack takes a short run up to the body and drives a stiff kick into it's spine, forcing Gabriel Tuck to arch and roll onto his back. The burly henchmen has his hands chained to his ankles, leaving him trussed like a pig.

“Jack! What have you done?!” Vanessa demands as the full implication of the shocking image of the bound KGB man strikes her

“Signed his own Death Warrant!” Tuck growls angrily.

“Oh, stop with the theatrics you soppy cunt! Look at you, trussed like a Roast Suckling Pig... Just missing one thing” Jack laughs as he picks up the apple and panties and starts to buff it once more. “Oh would you look at that... Looks like 'Mrs. Osland' was On Season. Don't worry Gabe, I got a nice, juicy, clotty bit on there for ya!”

Jack drops to his knees, moving the apple toward Gabriel's mouth causing Vanessa to gag and turn away, knocking the camera over in the process. For several moments the grunts and groans of a struggle can be heard over the static, but eventually the feed fades away.

[Kyle]

Moving in the direction of his locker room, the Ultimate Kingpin leaves a trail of wrist tape and strips of removed athletic tape behind him as he periodically thrusts his arms in the air only to wince and hold his back.

Keith Williams: "The ReVenants are in the finals! We did it! Just like we promised!"

Keith Williams: "Who's next? A pair of masked bozos pretending to be a tag-team? Piece of cake!"

Keith Williams: "Boys, I hate to break it to you, but I'm incredibly uncivilized in comparison to Oxford Osland. You want to talk shit? Better be ready to back it up, because I don't have a horse in this race involving you two, Double O, and Vanessa Martinez. My interest is only winning the Anzac Cup and the SWAT World Tag Team Championships. Which it looks like you're going to be a hinderance to both pursuits. That's not good for either of you."

Shuffling along, it's clear that the back of Williams is far from healthy. Moving at a slower pace and favoring his back every step, Keith is putting on a show to appear less injured than he actually is.

Keith Williams: "You want the hero treatment? You're gonna get it, except the ending won't be a by the numbers comic book Bear-O-Dactyl celebration. Want to know what happens when heroes encounter real life villains? They get put in the ground and suck down dirt. This is going to be your funeral."

RIP Bear-O-Dactyl.

Keith Williams: "While you're bound by tradition, The ReVenants aren't. Your masks, your badges of cowardice, they mean NOTHING to us. I wear a mask because it serves a purpose and even then it's transparent, you can see my face. What do you have to hide? What's under there that you can't show? Will you know how to continue when your alter-egos are ripped away from you? These are the burning questions in my mind."

Keith Williams: "You talk tough, but you aren't as resilient as Keith Williams and Oxford Osland. We've been through hell and back together; we just put down a friend to make it this far. A friend that switched up the rules of our match and nearly killed us in the process. You're a crazy son of a bitch, Donzig."

Skin tender, cut, and bruised, the Ultimate Kingpin is holding it together for one more match to crown himself and his partner as the winners of the SWAT 2021 Anzac Cup.

Keith Williams: "What do you know about being an actual tag-team, Bear-O-Dactyl? You're two singles guys paired up for the sake of a tournament and because of sheer luck you've gotten further than expected. Myself and Double O? We're selfish, that can't be denied, but we fight for more than ourselves. We fight for The ReVenants. Each ReVenant wrestles as a representative of our group. REAL rudos that are symbols of success."

Keith Williams: "You can hold your breath 'til you pass out, there's no quarrel brewing between the Ultimate Kingpin and the Unbelievable. The only thing inevitable is the sustained rise of The ReVenants. We didn't scratch, claw, and bite our way to this point only to lose. We know what we have to do and we won't waver. The ReVenants won't stop punishing Bear-O-Dactyl until Pequeño Dinosaurio and Union Jack admit defeat and we're lifting that trophy above our heads."

ReV world order, brother.

Keith Williams: "The peanut gallery would have you believe I'm doing this wrong. That what I have to say is damaging only to myself. I'd wager the opposite. Look where I am, look where I'll be in several months. I have a rocket strapped to me and those below can only watch and curse as I stay above them. Resentful that their efforts can't match mine. The truth always stings deep."

Smirking, KW isn't finished speaking.

Keith Williams: "If I get my hands on your masks, Bear-O-Dactyl, I'll be wiping something much worse than a title or the Anzac Cup. I'll use them to dry my balls. I'll take your heritage and soak up the sweat I produce from beating you. I can't wait to feel that refreshed!"

Keith Williams: "The Anzac Cup win is dead ahead of The ReVenants and on the horizon... The SWAT World Tag Team Championships! After that? The SWAT World Heavyweight Championship! We're not leaving any gold unclaimed! The best place for a championship is around the waist of The ReVenants. That's gospel! Otherwise, what's the use of a company creating titles? For other people to hold? Nah!"

Appearing in the background a short distance from Williams, it's the student medic that's been evaluating him! They've really been diligent about their care.

Medic: "Keith, you need to be re-assessed!"

Increasing the speed of his stagger, the Ultimate Kingpin is persistent in his attempt to evade the trainee.

Keith Williams: "Nope! I'm fine! I swear!"

Walking at a normal pace, not going faster, the medic calmly responds.

Medic: "You don't seem fine."

Keith Williams: "Looks can be deceiving, doc! I'm aokay!"

Wincing, still holding his back, Keith resembles a mummy due to the amount of trailing tape.

Medic: "Come here, I'll re-apply your tape."

Keith Williams: "Gotta catch me first!"

The camera loses the anticlimactic chase as Williams and the medic round a corner, presumably with the ReVenant getting caught shortly.

[SWAT Team]

Frank Salazar : The following contest is a tag team match up scheduled for ONE FALL and is the Anzac Cup Final!

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 : These guys are a big chance here 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 : That’s my kind of bear Jerry!

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 : They look ready Fulton.

Andrew Fulton : They would want to be, this is what it’s all about baby.

R-E-V

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

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

Frank Salazar : And introducing their opponents, hailing from Raleigh, NC! Coming in at 6’3 and 263 pounds … he is the Ultimate Kingpin … KEITH WILLIAMS!!!!!

And his tag team partner, hailing from Indianapolis, IN. Coming in at 6’4 and 254 pounds …. He is the SWAT TV Champion. The Unbelievable Oxford Osland!!!!!!

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

Jeremy Tucker : This is it. Keith and Pequeño to start it out and Pequeño is motioning for Osland to get in there with him.

Andrew Fulton : Osland is too smart for that, look at him tapping his forehead with his finger. Pequeño shrugs and then with such quickness charges the corner where Osland is and catches him off guard and barrels into him and the corner with a big dropkick. Come on ref, he wasn’t ready!

Jeremy Tucker : He had it coming and much more. Pequeño gets to his feet and pumps the air feeling it as Osland is on the floor and angrily smashes his fist on the steel steps. Williams from behind with a lariat to the back of the head and Pequeño crumbles in a heap.

Andrew Fulton : Pequeño is too focused on Osland, he left himself wide open there.

Jeremy Tucker : Osland disrespected him and his mask.

Andrew Fulton : Boo Hoo. This is for the ANZAC CUP Jerry! Get it together kid or it will be over for you before its even begun.

Jeremy Tucker : Williams stomps on Pequeño and then Osland gets back on the apron and tags in and the pair of them both stomp away on Pequeño. Jack charges into the ring and launches at the ReVs and takes them both down with a double flying cross body. Referee Vick Mackey telling him he has to leave the ring and Keith starts taunting him, Mackey is inbetween them telling Jack to get out of the ring while Williams keeps taunting him and look at Osland go to work on Pequeño, he is choking him. Throttling him!

Andrew Fulton : Osland is angry and Pequeño is gasping for air. Mackey ushers Jack out of the ring and Keith heads to the outside and then Osland tags him back in and they both together lift Pequeño high in the air and bring him down onto both of their knee’s with a huge double back breaker.

Jeremy Tucker : Keith now stomps on Pequeño and then goes over and taunts Jack trying to bring him back into the ring but Jack has composed himself and isn’t having a bar of it and he is actually now distracting Keith ….. Pequeño rolls up Keith from behind ….

One ……………

Two ………………..

Keith breaks the count.

Andrew Fulton : Williams can’t believe it and lunges at Pequeño but Pequeño is too quick for him and he ducks under the attack. Williams runs at him again and Pequeño slides under his legs. He is a slippery sucker.

Jeremy Tucker : Pequeño now with a tilt a whirl head scissors and then an arm drag takedown. Pequeño reaches over while holding Keith and tags in Jack. Jack into the ring and running bicycle knee strike to Williams.

Andrew Fulton : Jack all business here. Russian legsweep to Williams.

Jeremy Tucker : Union Jack stays on Williams and drills him with a double arm suplex. He now locks in an arm trap cross legged STF …. But Osland runs into the ring and breaks it up with a big boot to the head of Jack. Here comes Pequeño and he is all over Osland … a flurry of strikes. Osland fights back and now they are trading blows in the middle of the ring, neither man giving an inch!

Andrew Fulton : Williams with the low blow on Pequeño!

Jeremy Tucker : Come on! Keith and Osland grab Pequeño and as they are measuring him, Jack is behind them and rams both their heads together in a double noggin knocker! A meeting of the minds!

Andrew Fulton : Watch it Jerry! No need for them smart arse comments.

Jeremy Tucker : Yeah, because that’s your job, right?

Andrew Fulton : You got it. Jack with an exploder suplex on Osland.

Jeremy Tucker : He grabs Williams and piledrives him!

Andrew Fulton : Who is the legal man?

Jeremy Tucker : Mackey letting it go. This is for all the marbles and he is happy to give them some leeway.

Andrew Fulton : Pequeño grabs Osland and Sliced Bread #2!

Jeremy Tucker : Holds on for the pin ….

One ………………

Two ………..

Thr …. Kick out by Osland.

Andrew Fulton : Williams seizes Pequeño and nails him with a big rotating spinebuster.

Jeremy Tucker : Jack having none of that and he hooks him and drills Williams with a half nelson suplex.

Andrew Fulton : Leaving himself wide open and Osland right on him and he delivers a big Saito suplex!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Pequeño measures Osland and nails a moonsault ax kick! This is wild!

Andrew Fulton : Wild? Mackey has completely lost control! Williams and Union Jack tussling and they tumble to the outside.

Jeremy Tucker : Pequeño bounces off the ropes, he is going to fly out there and …. NO!!! Osland cut him off with a snap short clothesline and Pequeño flips backwards selling it.

Andrew Fulton : What a clothesline! Osland now mounts Pequeño and hammers him with some lefts and rights, and then starts trying to rip the mask off Pequeño! Do it! Rip it off Ox!

Jeremy Tucker : This is not necessary! Why? Why is he doing this?

Andrew Fulton : Because he wants to Jerry! And because it pisses them off.

Jeremy Tucker : Pequeño is holding onto his mask desperately and Osland clobbers him with a big cross arm forearm and keeps trying to rip it off … Pequeño gets a kick in. That rocked Osland and Pequeño now has mounted Osland and he is pummelling him with lightning shots.

Andrew Fulton : Pequeño has snapped! That latin temper! I didn’t know he had it in him!

Jeremy Tucker : Osland is busted open. Pequeño is not stopping! On the outside Jack reverses an Irish whip and sends Keith back first into the security rail.

Andrew Fulton : Pequeño still wailing away on Osland and he is really bleeding badly now. Mackey telling Pequeño to get off him and Pequeño is ignoring him and clobbering Osland.

Jeremy Tucker : Osland desperately gets a finger in the eye of Pequeño and that halts him. Osland pushes Pequeño off of him and looks at the blood on his own hands and now he snaps and he nails a big Samoan drop on the smaller Pequeño.

Andrew Fulton : Jack goes to ram Williams face first into the ring apron, but Keith blocks it and he rams the head of Jack into the mat. Then rolls him back into the ring.

Jeremy Tucker : Keith rolls in and he grabs Jack and lifts him up in a stalling vertical suplex and Osland does the same to Pequeño, the ReVs holding the smaller Lucha’s up for what seems an eternity. Then falling together crunching them onto the mat their backs and necks thudding on the canvas.

Andrew Fulton : Osland wipes the blood from his face, Keith grins at his partner with respect for the lost blood. Williams with a discuss elbow smash on Jack!

Jeremy Tucker : Queen Annes Revenge! Osland goes for a German suplex on Pequeño but Pequeño catches him in a headlock and bulldogs him! What a counter!

Andrew Fulton : Williams charges Pequeño and a drop toe hold sends Keith throat first onto the middle rope.

Jeremy Tucker : Jack runs up the ropes and bounces off the turnbuckle to the outside and guillotine leg drop onto the back of Keith’s head and he is clutching at his throat.

Andrew Fulton : Pequeño with a rolling senton onto Osland and he heads to the top rope!

Jeremy Tucker : Pequeño signalling its over and he flies for the 5 Star Pterodactly Splash! Flapping his arms in the hang time as he does ….. NO!

Andrew Fulton : Osland got the knee’s up!

Jeremy Tucker : Osland swoops on Pequeño and AGONY OF DEFEAT! (Cattle Mutilation)

Andrew Fulton : Tap!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Pequeño refusing to tap! He will not submit! Jack rolls in the ring and breaks the hold.

Andrew Fulton : I thought that was going to be it!

Jeremy Tucker : Jack whips Osland into the corner and runs in after him with a big avalanche! He then lifts Oslands legs on each side of the corners ropes.

Andrew Fulton : No! He wouldn’t!

Jeremy Tucker : He will! Picnic Basket! Jack with a big running low blow kick to Osland and Osland is in a world of pain.

Andrew Fulton : Williams grabs Jack … Vertical Suplex Piledriver!

Jeremy Tucker : From Japan with Hate he calls that! Cover by Keith …

One ………………..

Two ………………….

THRE …. Pequeño breaks the count.

Andrew Fulton : Williams snarls at Pequeño who still is clutching his ribs from the knee’s he landed on going for the win.

Jeremy Tucker : Emerald Flowsion by Keith! The K Driver!!!

Andrew Fulton : Jack desperately grabs Keith by the ankle to stop him.

Jeremy Tucker : Osland swoops on Pequeño and Fisherman Buster! Holds onto the leg ….

ONE ……………..

TWO ………

THREE!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Yes!

Jeremy Tucker : They did it! The ReVs just won the Anzac Cup!

Andrew Fulton : I told you they would Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : What a contest, what a night, four gruelling matches.

Andrew Fulton : That’s vindication. Keith Williams has been persecuted and hounded from all directions but he has been resolute and stood defiant and together with Osland, they have overcome all!

Jeremy Tucker : Bear O Dactyl glare at them with hatred and then leave the ring and head to the back, being the good sports they are and not wanting to ruin the moment of their rivals.

Andrew Fulton : They gave it a good crack Jerry and 2nd place is pretty good, eh?

Jeremy Tucker : That they did, and their time will come. Maybe next week when they go for the world tag belts with their other foes the KGB.

Andrew Fulton : They have a lot of foes, don’t they.

Jeremy Tucker : Well, its not about them right now, its about the ReVenants! Referee Vick Mackey raises the hands of both of the ReVs, Keith and Osland and they hug one another, the thrill of victory filling them as "When the Levee Breaks" by Led Zeppelin blares and they are handed the Cup which they hold aloft!

Frank Salazar : Winners of the match and 2021 Anzac Cup winners! The Revenants! Keith Williams and Osland Oxford!

Jeremy Tucker : Congratulations to them. See you next week when it’s the XHF’s 20 Year Birthday Show Breaking Point!