Breaking Point 2021 (Show)

[SWAT Team]

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

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome! Welcome to Minnesota! Welcome to SWAT! WELCOME TO BREAKING POINT!!!

Andrew Fulton : Man, I tell you Jerry. I knew it was meant to be cold here on Lake Minnetonka but this takes the cake.

Jeremy Tucker : Cold? There is a semi heatwave going on, and we are at the XHF Network Arena! Not Lake Minnetonka.

Andrew Fulton : Tommatoe, Tomaatoe.

Jeremy Tucker : First off, before we get to tonight’s action, a huge shout out to all of the SWAT faithful who put it all on the line in the Anzac Cup. There can only be one winner, but the true winners were all the fans at home watching that epic performance.

Andrew Fulton : Wrong Jerry. The fans pay to watch, the real winners were the ReV’s and boy did they earn it! Special out to Keith Williams! They say you are doing it wrong? That Cup says otherwise!

Jeremy Tucker : It was a two man team and Osland Oxford is riding high taking this victory onto Overheated to bring the X Crown back to SWAT!

Andrew Fulton : Where it rightly belongs. What a team. They were ‘randomly’ paired together months ago Jerry, and the Chemistry was electric. Forward to today, and the ReV’s are the kings.

Jeremy Tucker : We herald them, and congratulate them …

Andrew Fulton : And then we move on to another show. MY GIRL! Blaze Fn Freya! She is getting her due here and she just beat THE Big Deal and is now getting a World Title match!

Jeremy Tucker : In a lumberjack match no less. The Bandits going to surround the ring and make this a 10 on 1?

Andrew Fulton : Blaze can go thru ten guys at once, maybe 20!

Jeremy Tucker : ……………….

Andrew Fulton : Ummmm, I didn’t mean it that way! Also tonight ….. what else is on for Breaking Point Jerry?

Jeremy Tucker : Also tonight we have the United States Belt on the line as new Champion Devon D’Andre defends against his Anzac Cup team mate Kaupena Yoon.

Andrew Fulton : That’s right! And … we have ….

Jeremy Tucker : The SWAT World Tag Team Belts on the line! The KGB Vs The Anzac Cup runners up … Bear O Dactyl!

Andrew Fulton : They were stiff to lose Jerry, but they will be stiffer to lose tonight against the Bandits.

Jeremy Tucker : I got my money on them to turn that final loss into a Tag Team Gold.

Andrew Fulton : We also have on this big BDay bash for the XHF, their favourite son Death Trap against our very own Founder, The Big Bad Bustling Bandit! Mad Dog Paul Soutter!

Jeremy Tucker : One for the ages. That and so much more, including the Amazons Champion Isabel Rios teaming with Lucky Linda against the KGBs Canellli and Godfrey!

Andrew Fulton : Not to mention FORMER World Champ Psychotic Goth unleashed on newcomer Daniel Vector!

Jeremy Tucker : DAVID Vector! And yes, Goth is going to be one hell of a welcoming committee for that ‘Rookie’.

Andrew Fulton : The other big newcomer Ruin meets Rajiv, he got the lucky straw there out of he and Vector didn’t he Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Indeed. And we also have returning to in ring action for the first time since he was usurped as GM, Jonnie Valentine meeting the KGB Enforcer Bruno!

Andrew Fulton : Bruno’s been retired for the last couple of years but when Valentine made a play for the Suit, The Big Dawg said, give me him in the ring.

Jeremy Tucker : Two former World Champions right there about to lock it up. What a night it promises to be … let’s get right into it, with some words from our superstars and then Goth on the rampage vs newcomer Vector!

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(The tron shows Psychotic Goth and Vampira surrounded by mists and despite the heat it doesn't seem to phase with one of them. The ringsiders roar with enthusiasm and chant his name. He is holding what looks like an old Viking battle axe and is caressing it lovingly.)

Vampira: "Tonight my husband takes on a newcomer and he shall see that 'The Psychotic One' is not one who shall make anyone's debut here in SWAT easy."

Psychotic Goth: "How ironic that in Minnesota, land of many lakes and where those of Nordic descent, decided to immigrate and settle in this great state of thousands of lakes and built their cabins and continued to thrive in their new land."

(He roars in a an ancient Viking dialect as he enjoys swinging and twirling the battle axe.)

Psychotic Goth: "How appropriate that on this show called Breaking Point, which is part of the XHF Network's celebration of it's 20th Anniversary Year in existence, I get to open the show by facing a wrestler who calls himself a rookie. Yes Daniel Vector you call yourself a rookie and maybe you are but I do not believe you are a true rookie."

(Psychotic Goth bellows and takes a few practice swings.)

Psychotic Goth: "Soon you shall be admitting all that I already know about you and that is you are 'The Rookie' Daniel Vector. You are not what you say you are and I shall prove it in the ring when we face each other. You see I shall not hold back and I shall show no mercy when the bell rings. You want to see what a berserker can do in battle. You shall see first hand what I can do Daniel and it shall not be pretty. I shall show you up close and personal why I am 'The Psychotic One.'"

(He roars in an ancient Viking dialect as he swings the battle axe more wildly.)

Psychotic Goth: "This won't be like some television show with a Viking theme to it. This won't be where you see a bunch of actors dressed in ancient Viking armor and armed with battle axes where they storm he enemy and start hacking through them to achieve their gold of plundering and ravaging villages and then returning to their ships after their raids. No this is very different Daniel. This is very different."

(Psychotic Goth roars louder as he swings even more wilder.)

Psychotic Goth: "Now if you think you are going to face someone who dresses like a Viking with a name like a Norseman. Then you shall be luring yourself in a false sense of cockiness. You see I am a lunatic. I am a maniac. I am a madman of the highest degree. You shall also see why I am 'The Serpent of SWAT.' You shall see why I am called that and then some. It's because I strike when nobody expects it. I spread my poison and my madness throughout my opponents and they are never the same again."

(He laughs like a maniac as he turns and throws the battle axe roaring as it hits it's target.)

Psychotic Goth: "Perfect hit in the center of the target. Now this doesn't prove anything now does it Daniel, but I shall not need this battle axe to defeat you tonight. I shall not need to use that ancient weapon of battle against you Daniel since I have something else to use."

(Vampira hands him the purple velvet bag and Psychotic Goth looks at it and caresses it with additional love and care.)

Psychotic Goth: "I plan on giving this wonder gift to you personally during the match. Won't you just love what I created for you Daniel
when I present it to you personally. Please say you want to be gifted with such a token of my respect."

Psychotic Goth laughs dementedly.)

Psychotic Goth: "Please say you wish to have this token of my respect. You shall see I can be quite cordial when I want to be Daniel. Unlike the previous rookie opponent I faced earlier this year named Devon D'Andre. He got lucky against me but he paid for it later on when we met again."

(He unleashes a beastly roar.)

Psychotic Goth: "Will you be so lucky Daniel. Will you be like Devon D'Andre and defeat me or will you be an unlucky opponent who is going to be mauled by this bloodthirsty maniac. Be assured I am a bloodthirsty maniac who keeps his word of honor. Do not think that I am going to be your career advancement stepping stone. You shall see I am going to crush you. I shall destroy you and you shall be wondering why you decided to become a professional wrestler. Then ask yourself why you drew Psychotic Goth for your debut opponent."

(He laughs demonically.)

Psychotic Goth: "While you ponder this Daniel Vector ask yourself also if defeating me shall advance your career or curse it. Will you go spiraling down into the pit of wasted possibilities and talented wrestlers who wrestled me and fell hard to their ultimate dooms. Shall you be
doomed to fail and then flee SWAT like a coward because of the pressure of your not being able to hack the demands of these great SWAT ringsiders and fans. The names are endless such as Andrew Stone and scum like Misha Constantine who showed no dedication and trashed SWAT after fleeing this promotion. Are you going to be one of them."

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

Psychotic Goth: "Daniel Vector. Soon you and I shall meet in a matter of moments and you shall be looking into the eyes of a berserker. Beware of the consequences if you lose to me and the consequences if you win. Thus I have spoken and thus my words shall come true."

(He roars as lightning strikes and the scene slowly fades to black.)

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- ( "Gimme Back My Bullets" by Lynyrd Skynyrd hits the arena speakers and David Vector "The Rookie" jogs out onto the ramp. The State flag of Virginia and The Stars and Stripes flashes up on the SWAT-tron screens. Vector accepts the applause that greets him by applauding them back in gratitude. Vector slaps the outstretched hands of the fans at the guard rail as he takes a slow jog out to the ring. Vector soaks in the atmosphere, jogs up the ring steps, wipes his feet on the apron and hops through the ropes. Vector scales the turnbuckles throws up his arms to accept their adulation, punches the air and jumps confidently down into the ring. The music fades and Vector is thrown a microphone....) -

- Well, I was told I’d get a great response here in SWAT and they weren’t kidding.
Thank you and I hope to repay that terrific welcome with some great action in the ring tonight.

I come here as an outsider, as a young professional ‘rassler looking to better myself in the best federation around. I was told that this is the place to come if you’re good, strong and ambitious and I was born to ‘rassle. I have set my sights and standards high so this place feels like home already.

I don’t fear any of the big names here, because a name will only carry you so far, especially when your career catches up with you in your twilight rasslin’ years. A big name might intimidate and demand respect for a while but it can’t do your rasslin’ for you. I will be a giant slayer. I will upset the apple cart. I will become the best of the new era by beating the best of the last generation.

I think my athletic, fast paced style of rasslin’ is just what this place needs. I want to motivate these young fans and I can’t wait to lock in my Arlington Armbreak finisher and start the W’s racking up. If you don’t tap fast enough, it does exactly what it says on the tin. This ain't a PG show, but I think it's only fair to get this warning out there. Cover the young'ns eyes if I lock that Omoplata armlock in mums and dads, an open compound fracture ain't pretty. 

I know that some people will be thinking that at 33 I should have been rasslin’ for a long time by now if I wanted to have a serious successful career. Well my bedrock of College amateur rasslin’ will set me in good stead and I never put much mind in what doubters says. And just like the hundreds of kids in this crowd I had a dream to be a ‘rassler and be the best I can be and I am here to show y'all that you can make your dreams come true. Put your faith and hope in me and I will never let you down.
I have been in training for over a year at the best wrestling school in the South, And I am coming all the way North to Minneapolis to unleash what I done learned. I ain’t never been stronger or more ready.

This six pack? Woo wee!!! I’m looking finer than frog hair split four ways.

My pledge to you tonight and always:
….to show courage, fight with pride and give the fans what they paid for.
I’m a man of my word.

Vector is just my given name, it's not a gimmick or goof, but it feels like an omen that I’d aim high in all things. A vector is something of quantity having direction as well as magnitude. I have a “quantity” of raw talent, I am ready to stand up and show the “magnitude” of that ability and I am pointed in just one “direction”; to the top.

I was told by some to hit the Indi scene and never stay still for long whilst I learn, but I am happy to offer my services exclusively to SWAT. Loyalty and honesty still seem to mean something here.

In the SWAT dressing room there are men and women willing to help me. Maybe it’s cut throat at the top, but I am being supported by some of the best talent I have ever worked with. I am shocked by the interest being taken and time being shared to get me off to a great start. Lucky Linda, Union Jack and Pequeno Dinosaurio have all had nothing but kind words for me thus far and training advice and sparring practice too. I appreciate it and respect it.

So this is my opening challenge in SWAT and it is to face an  ex-World-champion? Well the office said that if I wanted to learn this was the place to do it. "We won't start you off with underarm pitches, you'll face the best pitchers we got from the get go." They weren't kidding huh?!

But let this match tonight be a declaration of intent. I am not just here to make up the numbers.

If you are man enough to risk your reputation against a fine looking, fast as lightning, intense talent like David Vector.... then Psychotic Goth.... you are braver than you look.

Remember… I am here to show courage, fight with pride and give the fans what they paid for.
I keep my promises.... -

- (David Vector drops the mic., raises his hands and the crowd pop. "Gimme Back My Bullets" by Lynard Skynard plays as Vector makes his way out of the ring.) -

[Oh-Oh]

The Anzac Cup was a monumental show for Oxford Osland and Keith Williams. The duo showcased terrific teamwork and preparation to defeat four other teams of various styles to emerge victorious. There is no rest for the wicked though, as Osland must no recalibrate and shift his focus to Overheated and his opportunity to wrestle for the X*Crown. Before this can happen, Osland headed home to Miami to take care of a few things on the home-front that required his immediate attention.

[Miami, Florida.]

[July 4th, 10:00PM]

[Beachfront Condo.]

[Our hero walks through the front door to find 'Cape Breton' Chad passed out on his couch. Osland walking through the door carrying the Anzac Cup with him. Osland's abrupt entry startles Chad to the point that he's on his feet and wielding a baseball bat in two seconds flat. Osland stares him down in disgust]

Osland: "C'mon Chad, get a grip."

Chad: "You scared the bejeez out of me. Ever since you left, I've been finding things in the Condo that I know are out of place since you left. It's like there's a ghost in here or something."

Osland: "Do you leave the condo locked every time you leave?"

[Chad begins to stumble.]

Chad: "Uh, I... Think so?"

Osland: "You think?!?"

[Before Chad came respond, Osland places the Anzac Cup on a leather recliner in the living room. Ox reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.]

Osland: "Press Play."

[Chad sheepishly does as he told. Within moments we see Rally Jackson walking through Osland's condo like he owns the place. Osland stares Chad down this entire time, and Chad must feel it because he still hasn't lifted his head to make eye contact.]

[We've come to the part where Rally Jackson has just finished using Osland's bidet.]

[Chad looks up.]

Osland: "You wonder why things in the Condo might not be the way I left them?"

[Chad winces, as if expecting a cuff upside the head.]

Osland: "You allowed a known ribber and practical joker have a laugh at my expense by walking through the front door and having his way in here. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Chad: "Phew, I'm glad this place isn't haunted I'll tell you that much. I haven't been able to sleep, or think, or do much of anything."

[Osland takes a long breath in, and does his best not to go postal on Chad. It's clear he made a mistake, and in this moment Osland now realizes that he's been worried sick ever since. The fact he has been punishing himself seems to serve as a small victory.]

Osland: "I swear, if I have to use an old shoelace and attach a key to it like you're in third grade and about to walk home from school, I'll do it. From now on, you lock this door no matter what."

Chad: "Got it."

[...]

Chad: "Say, where's Donna?"

Osland: "Why do you ask?"

Chad: "You two travelled to Australia together... She clearly wants to take things to the next level.... I thought she would be here with you."

Osland: "Nah, I put her on a flight back home to Memphis. There wasn't any room for her because THAT Beauty was riding with it's daddy."

[Osland points to the Anzac Cup.]

Chad: "You sent Donna home so you could bring the Anzac Cup home with you?"

[Osland is matter of fact.]

Osland: "I bought two tickets and I'm free to use them how I want. Plus, Donna still hasn't fully earned her way back into my good graces. But that sweet thing sitting over there, I gave it my all to have it in my possession."

[Osland reaches into his duffel bag and pulls out a replica of Pequeno Dinosaurio's Lucha Mask.]

[Osland proceeds to spit on the mask, and start to shine and buff the Anzac Cup for Chad's amusement.]

Chad: "Oh man, That's so epic. HA HA."

Osland: "I told those two midgets that their masks would be best suited for shining my trophy, so I stopped by the merchandise table on my way out of the building to put my theory to the test."

[Osland continues to shine and buff.]

Osland: "Look at that baby sparkle."

Chad: "You totally took Pequeno and Union Jack of their games with your threat and disregard for their masks."

Osland: "That was the plan. As soon as I was smartened up to the fact that they have been trying to bury me behind my back, it was time to send them a reminder as to who they were messing with. If not before, I'm certain that as of right now, they're reevaluating their decisions."

[Osland smirked, before tossing the mask and moving the Anzac Cup to the dining room table so he could kick his feet up.]

Chad: "Ox, I have some exciting news."

Osland: "Let's hear it."

Chad: "Remember how you told me to go no contact with Janelle for thirty days?"

[Osland rolls his eyes and then nods.]

Chad: "Well, on day 21, I guess she couldn't take it anymore and she reached out to me! You're such a genius, it worked!"

[Chad lunges in for a hi-five, but Osland denies him.]

Osland: "That's great Chad, but this is especially common in women with narcissistic tendencies. I told you to block her and walk away, right?"

[Chad nods in agreement.]

Osland: "But you couldn't stand the thought of losing her. Don't ask me why. She has revealed her true colours to you on multiple occasions. So, we settled for no contact and I assured you that around the three week mark, she would make a half hearted attempted to contact you."

Chad: "Yeah, how did you know?"

Osland: "It's science."

[Chad doesn't know how to respond. Was Osland being serious?]

Osland: "So what did you do?"

Chad: "Nothing yet, I wanted to wait for you to get home to help coach me."

Osland: "Block. Delete. Move on."

Chad: "But...But... She's reaching out now. Aren't you the slightest bit curious as to why?"

Osland: "Not at all, and you shouldn't be either."

[Chad looks completely deflated.]

Osland: "We've already established many of Janelle's (sarcasm) 'Wonderful' traits. The controlling, the manipulation, and the gaslighting. What you need to do is remember how awful she made you feel and how she would continuously string you along when she needed your attention. Then, how quickly she would ghost you when you became too convenient."

Chad: "So why is she reaching out now then?"

Osland: "You've turned off one of her energy sources and she feels lost without it. Trust me, this move is all about Janelle and has very little to do with you. You've been nothing more than positive reinforcement to her ego, and like a vampire, she needs to suck the energy from her victims to feel validated."

[Chad wrinkles his face together, trying to make sense of it all.]

Osland: "You might think that Janelle is reaching out because she misses you. In fact, all she misses is the energy that she was able to zap from you. Which left you empty, confused and distraught... while leaving her filled, confident and in control. Trust me, you want to stay as far away from women like Janelle as possible."

[Chad puts his head in his hands.]

Chad: "I thought maybe you could help script the next message I send back. I thought that maybe there was finally a chance for the two of us."

Osland: "As much as you thought that no contact was designed to win Janelle's affection - it was actually designed for you to find the strength to walk away and to never look back under any circumstances. The fact that I was able to predict this would happen should tell you a little something about Janelle's intentions."

[Chad looks devastated, but he also trusts what Osland is saying.]

Osland: "Now that you've seen for yourself that Janelle is trying to get back on your radar, take solace in the fact that you've taken these past 21 days to grow and evolve."

[Osland jumps up and heads to his liquor cabinet and pours a couple of shots of tequila.]

Osland: "To new beginnings... To leaving the past behind us...."

[Cheers.]

[Guzzle.]

Osland: "Shall I do the honours?"

[Osland extends his hand, looking for Chad to hand him his phone.]

Chad: "Nah, I got this..."

[Chad looks down to a text conversation that reads... "Hey, how have you been?"... and that alone. It's clear that their previous interaction were too painful to keep as reminders. Chad takes a deep breath, before assigning the block contact to Janelle.]

[There comes a time where you need to respect yourself above all else. This was Chad's moment.]

Osland: "I'm proud of you."

[Chad does his best to hold back tears. It's obvious that this decision was a tough one, but his faith in Osland's guidance seems to have brought forth the confidence needed to say goodbye forever.]

Osland: 'What's for you, won't go by you. That's the truth."

[Chad wants to have faith, he really does.]

Chad: "So now what?"

Osland: "I'm headed to Philadelphia to prove that I'm the most dangerous wrestler in the world today."

[Cut.]

~_~

Present Day
Miami Beach
11:00Am

--

The sun shines, and the waves crash.

Our hero stands with his back to water. 

"The checkmarks on the bucket list continue to grow. One of the most important goals to accomplish for me this year was to win the 2021 Anzac Cup."

[Check.]

"The other was to earn an opportunity to prove that I'm the best wrestler on the XHF Network. The X*Crown is what everyone strives to accomplish, and I'm ready to add my name in the annals of history as the next champion. In order to do so, I'll have to defeat Curtis Kanyon, who is undoubtedly the hottest wrestler on the entire network."

[Osland nods his head, giving his opponent the proper amount of respect.]

"Undefeated since his return..."

"Defeated the most dominant tag team in years to claim the XHF Tag Team Championships..."

"The winner of Call to Arms 2..."

[Osland takes a moment.]

"If Curtis Kanyon is able to defeat yours truly at Overheated, it will rank as his most prestigious accomplishment to date."

[Osland looks directly into the camera.]

"With the Anzac Cup in the rearview mirror, I'm able to give my full focus to our match on July 11th. But you? You decided to let a boyfriend and girlfriend gaud you into defending your XHF Tag Team Championships just one week ahead of our showdown."

[Osland looks puzzled.]

"That could end up costing you."

[...]

"I won't lie to you Curtis, I have a feeling that two of us are going to be seeing a lot of each other."

"While standing one one's soapbox and clamouring for a tag team title shot is one way to go about it. The other would be to defeat four of the best tag teams on the planet in one night, and emerge as the winners of a sixteen team event called the Anzac Cup."

"But I digress."

[Osland paces back and forth.]

"I'm flattered that you and your wife have taken an interest in my personal life. If the two of you would like VIP passes for the filming of 'Ti Amo Mucho Corzaon', I would be happy to send them your way.  In fact, I could see us all getting along swimmingly had we met under different circumstances. Our similarities are ever present, and we're both at the top of our games while striving to become X*Crown Champion."

[Osland extends his fist, as if to suggest he is dapping Kanyon.]

"You and I are going to showcase our skills in front of the entire wrestling world, and one of us is going to walk into Night of Champions as the odds on favourite to become the X*Crown Champion. It's not a bad place for either of us to be. As for the loser, well, he just happened to be put down by 'other' hottest wrestler on the network - so is it really a loss?"

[...]

"The KING of Television meets the President of the United States at Overheated."

"It sells itself now, doesn't it?"

[Osland lowers his head, taking a deep breath through his nostrils.]

[Back up.]

"At Overheated, there will be no doubt as to who has earned their spot in the main event of Night of Champions. Our contest has match of the year written all over it, and should be nearly impossible to follow. When the bell rings, and a winner is declared - one of us is going to be one step closer to become a double champion."

[Confident.]

"...And I like my chances..."

[Cut.]

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("Money" by Usher plays and the ringsiders roar as CEO Angela comes to ringside looking at the fans and enters the ring. She stands in the center of the ring and takes out her cordless mic.)

CEO Angela: "Tonight I'm here to reintroduce someone familiar to all of SWAT's faithful. It's been close to eight months since she was last scene
or heard from but was last scene in Call To Arms. It took quite a bit of negotiations and quite a bit of money to buy out her contract in JROK.
Still it was worth the effort and the money I paid out. So without further adieu let's give a rousing return to former SWAT Pan Amazons Women's Champion Olympia."

("The Olympic March" plays and the ringsiders roar as Olympia comes to ringside accompanied by Dragontrix who is wielding her trademark barbed wire baseball bat while Olympia wears her SWAT Pan Amazons Women's Championship. The ringsiders chant "Welcome Back!" She smiles and recognizes the fans as she takes the mic.)

Olympia: "I'm back and better then ever. In JROK I competed ib some of the most violent battles which is what I like, but when the owner turned on me I snapped and I vowed to kick his ass. Yeah I lost but I returned home to SWAT."

(The ringsiders roar.)

Olympia: "The last time I was here I vowed to burn my bridges with SWAT, but you know what someone once said 'Once you leave you always get pulled right back in' and that's exactly what happened. So I'm back and I truly missed all you loyal SWAT fans and the Amazons locker room too."

(The ringsiders chant Olympia's name.)

Olympia: "You know a lot has changed since I was last here in SWAT. I read the latest issue of SWAT Magazine's story of the SWAT Amazons Division. I read the story and that idiot who wrote the story didn't mention anything about my accomplishments in SWAT. Yeah I was mostly known as the SWAT Pan Amazons Women's Division Champion. Still it was no less than any women's championship in the XHF. SWAT has THE BEST women's division and it just got stronger with it's merging of the NPW's women's division."

(The ringsiders roar.)

Olympia: "Now it also seems that some have forgotten what SWAT Amazons was about when it was revived in 2018 under CEO Angela's watch. She created many innovative style matches and allowed the wrestlers to each have their own briefcases to cash in for title matches. nobody remembers the original roster which wasn't much but it was something to work with. Names like Alice, Kitamura Miyoshi, Natalie, as well as someone named Tornado Red......"

(An disgusting look crosses her face as the ringsiders boo.)

Olympia: "Yeah you remember that embarrassment too. That was a rare mistake on CEO Angela's part but she managed to always make up for it. Unfortunately, Kitamura Miyoshi quit despite Angela meeting with her and Dragonatrix trying to resolve it too. Angela then thought up the concept of a scrub division which allowed the roster to rack up wins. Names like Glamourous Glenda and Adriana Iacona along with myself worked our way through match after match against the roster and each other. Believe me Glamourous Glenda was great at the mic but not bad as a wrestler. I showed what I could do and I earned the respect of the ringsiders."

(The ringsiders cheer loudly.)

Olympia: "As time went on we became more of a revolving door being those who came decided to simply add SWAT Amazons to their resumes and then leave. Do you remember these names like Shannon, Mary Wyatt, Jennifer Enigma and many more ilk. They complained and whined about this and that but never put in the actual worked or stuck it out."

(The ringsiders boo their names as Olympia nods in agreement.)

Olympia: "Then there is all those who came back multiple times like Suzi Spitz who comes into SWAT and then leaves and then comes back only to quit because she couldn't hack it in SWAT. Then there's Erica Lindsay Rich, who decided to pull a joke on both you the fans and me as well by paying an impersonator to mock me and then tried to apologize. Well I ended her career in the Three Cages of Fear Match by breaking her ankle and I showed her how I appreciated her crap. That was also the last we saw of Alice and thank goodness. Let her serve her trash elsewhere and then there was Candice Morelli."

(The ringsiders boo.)

Olympia: "Yeah you remember her don't you. She couldn't even beat Joanna Cannelli and she barely defeated everyone in her matches and did you now she has issues with non-wrestlers. Yeah it's true. Oh and so did Shannon. They trashed this mysterious man by the name of Ed Dubin for some strange reason. Now maybe he was catering SWAT's food and maybe Cannelli's brats didn't like the food but needless to say she's not around.
When it comes to you Morelli I hope Canneli finds you and finishes you once and for all."

(The ringsiders boo both their names.)

Olympia: "Then there's the name dropping Marie Caedes who used her mother's name to steal my championship and I dominated her two out of three times for my championship. Where's that name dropping brat now. Then there's those two pieces of trash Lightning and Evil Lightning who left after two appearances and where are they now. At least Zolotach had the guts to remain a bit longer before leaving and we showed our loyalty to each other in Call To Arms last year. She was the last Team Amazon member who dared to take on a monster team led by Zoran Sainovich in a losing effort. We met again in JROK and showed my respect to her and her to me."

(The ringsiders cheer loudly.)

Olympia: "Then there was the revolving door policy for General Managers which looked like the 24/7 championship after Angela left. First it was Alice, who screwed up after one show, and then Delilah Strain came along for three shows and then was overthrown by Lynn Brewster. Then we thought we had stability Joe Pesci came along and screwed things up along with Zoran Sainovich and the SWAT Amazons Women's Division faded into history."

(The ringsiders boo louder.)

Olympia: "All wasn't lost because thanks to those who remained loyal such as The Hired Killers, Jade and Kim, 'Lucky' Linda La Fey, Blaze Freya and the aforementioned Joanna Canneli. At least they stayed and Linda revived interest in SWAT Amazons with the open challenge where Rebecca Brookes defeated her and I her and Blaze defeated me again. Then this woman named McKenzie defeats her before Isabel Rios defeated her."

(The ringsiders roar at the mention of their names.)

Olympia: "Now this brings me to how I feel about the future of SWAT Amazons. The combined rosters in SWAT Amazons and NPW's Women's Division
makes the future blazing and bright. Like the legendary phoenix SWAT Amazons shall rise with talent like Rios, McKinney, Sinclair Godfrey and Dark Novas. They shall make this division even greater than before."

(The ringsiders roar as she yells with them.)

Olympia: "Now this leads me to my first match back in SWAT. It's a six-person match with my teammates Team Fairtex, whom I know and I trust
to watch my back and vice versa, and our opponents The Anzac Cup 2021 winners The Revenants and this woman named Dangerous Donna. Now anyone who calls themselves Dangerous Donna has to be either truly a threat or just a clueless tough talking bimbo airhead. Well tonight scores are going to be settled when Team Fairtex beats down the Revenants for their defeat of them a couple of shows ago. Now that leaves me and this piece of trash Dangerous Donna who's allegedly on vacation. Okay you deserve sometime to ponder who you are dealing with and why you even wanted to step into the ring to wrestle anyone period. Well after tonight I'm going to be the one showing why I'm a two Gold Medal winner in two fighting disciplines and you will see why this SWAT Pan Amazons Women's Champion is a Spartan who unleashes Merciless Aggression."

(The ringsiders roar.)

Olympia: "So tonight Dangerous Donna you better be here or whoever replaces you better not push your luck or I shall break every damned bone in your body and pain from places you never even thought you had. Revenants you will suffer my wrath too if you get into my business too. So watch out because Team Fairtex and Olympia's going to kick your asses tonight. That's not talking. That's the truth and that's Spartan Gold."

(She leaves the ring as The Olympic March plays and the scene slowly fades to black.)

[SinclairGodfrey]

In a corner of the hall not far from catering, Dangerous Donna was speaking in a low voice to Katie Moss. They are smiling and laughing, and then Katie stiffened as her smile faded. And Donna looked confused, before looking back over her shoulder to see Sinclair Godfrey sweep into the room. She sniffed, looking about before her gaze settled on the pair before walking forward. Katie pressed her lips into a grim line, and sighed. Donna patted her friend's shoulder, starting to walk away before a hand closed on her upper arm.

Katie and her both blinked as she was turned to face the Baroness. 'I can come down in a few minutes.' Said Katie with a forced smile, and Sinclair arched a brow at her. 

'I am not here for you, Miss Moss. We want Dangerous Donna to do the interview.' Sinclair said, casting an unpleasant smile at Donna. A wicked gleam in her eyes, and she tightened her grip on Donna's arm. Katie exchanged looks with Donna, shaking her head before glaring at Sinclair. 

'She has a match.' Katie said stiffly.

'I don't care.' said Sinclair, her eyes narrowed as she stepped closer to Katie. A smirk on her lips, and she lifted a hand to jab a finger at her. 'You two need to get used to the way things are going to work now. We are KGB, we are Bandits. We run this place, and if we want Donna to hold the mic? She is going to do it, and smile! And be pretty and act happy, or?' Sinclair laughed, a hand absently waving. 'Something bad is going to happen.'

Donna started to protest, trying to shake free of Sinclair's grip. Katie Moss said something, but instead Dangerous Donna was dragged off. She tried to get free, but Sinclair was clearly in a mood. Not allowing her to get out of her grasp as she hauled the woman across the room, and soon enough she was shoved forward to stand before Donzig. He stared down at her from behind his mask, a cruller in his hand as he tilted his head. Sinclair pushed a mic against her chest, and then frowned before she started to speak. 'Thanks for your time, Donna. Tonight, I have a chance to avenge myself on the so-called Amazons Champion! Isabel Rios.'

Donzig hissed at that name, and Donna flinched. 

'Ah, still upset over your loss at Shockwave?'

Sinclair stepped forward, fairly lunging at Donna to push her back against the wall. Her lips were drawn back in a snarl, and her normally calm features were twisted into fury. Her eyes flashed as her hands lifted, nails ready to claw at Donna as she spat. 'Rios only beat me because of Commandrix! If that had been a one on one match? I would be the Champion right now! I am not finished with Rios! Her and her little partner are both in for it, tonight!'

Dangerous Donna flashed a smile, clearly glad to have a struck a nerve on Sinclair Godfrey, Baroness of the KGB. 

'You think you're funny, Donna? I haven't forgotten about what you pulled at the Anzac Cup, I haven't forgotten your insults!' Sinclair lifted her chin with a finger, leaning closer to Donna who looked away from her. But Sinclair grabbed her chin, nails biting in slightly as she forced Donna to meet her angry stare. 'You may have fooled Osland, but you haven't fooled us.'

At this point, Donzig stumbled forward as the doughnut fell from his hand. It bounced against the floor, and Ruin stumbled a step to look at the trio in confusion. He started to say something, but Donzig roared forward to shove the big man. He shoved him again, throwing him against the wall before he started to throw punches as he spat a string of obscenities. Donna shook free of Sinclair who turned to stare as Ruin grabbed Donzig and spun him around, a hand on his throat as he bounced him against the wall. But the SWAT newcomer, drew back a step thinking Donzig was stunned from that.

But the Scourge came off the wall again, throwing a stiff clothesline that rocked Ruin backwards. Security flooded the hallway, trying to get between the pair as Donna made a break for it. Sinclair grabbed for her, but was caught by two of the security men as Ruin started to chokeslam them.

One.

And then another one was sent crashing through a catering table.

The security were having no luck with Donzig either who was screaming as three of them lifted him from the floor. They were taking punches and elbows as they pushed him towards the wall, and Donzig broke free before catching one with a stunner. Ruin threw off two more, and another was driven to the floor with a chokeslam as he tried to barrel forward as the roster ran down the hall. 

Sinclair cast an angry look at Donna, and we cut to commercial.

[Deleted]

The flight from Australia to the United States was long and silent. The kind of trip where he just popped in his earbuds beneath his mask and did his best to fade away into the background.

He blamed himself. He’d blown their opportunity, worse yet, he’d let Union Jack down.

His mood had been lacking since the Anzac Cup Finals, having come so close only to be pinned by that absolute sphincter of a human being, Oxford Osland. Again.

He’d never get his rematch now. No wonder his father never gave him his mask.

Throughout his friend’s spiral; Jack, being Jack, had of course tried cheering him up to no avail, at one point the Brit tried reminding him that he’d forget all about Osland and the Anzac the moment he saw his father.

That was right! His father was coming!

No Television Championship, no Anzac Cup and only a Tagteam Championship match that he was sure the KGB would find a way to screw them out of to show for it all. He had nothing to show his father, nothing to present to the Mighty Tiranosaurio.

Esmeralda Von Krauss stalked him at every corner…Esmerelda! He told her he’d meet her after they won…he didn’t even think to check to see if she showed up anyway once they had lost. And now, he was facing her husband for a Championship!

His father was coming to order him back to Mexico for more training, to tell him he wasn’t ready yet, he just knew it! This was a disaster! His rookie year was not supposed to go this way!

Vanessa was no where to be found, and knowing it was because she had to support her other client in his victory, made things that much more bitter for the young dinosaur as he now paced the blank beige carpet of their hotel room, nervous energy making it impossible to sit still.

It was all a mess, and worse…it was all his fault.

”Mate, if you’re aiming to wear a hole in the floor you’ve made a good start of it…” Sitting up from his position laid out of the nearest of the two hotel beds. ”…sit down, let ol’ Jackie tell ya how it is.”

His attempt at playing the older brother is only slightly rebuffed by Dinosaurio. ”You’re only a couple years older than me, you know that, right?”

Raising a finger, his green clad friend had a point, but he needed to hear this. ”Aye, but I am older and have been doing this a bit longer than you. Just let me have my moment.”

Jack was oddly serious, reason enough for concern, but it was his tone that made Pequeño Dinosaurio finally stop pacing and sit down.

”Look lad…” Jack started, looking his friend in the eye. ”…Osland and Williams are cunts, no doubt, but beating yourself up over it ain’t gonna do shit but give those pricks the last laugh. We’ll get ’em next time, we just won’t get a shiny cup for it. Go toss a load off in the crazy bird Esmeralda’s face and you’ll feel a million times better.” His British accent somehow making it sound like something he should do.

”I think about her a lot.” He admitted, anything else was lost as Union Jack burst into laughter.

”No fucking kidding mate?!” He exclaimed. ”I’d have hit that faster than you can say giddy up. But that’s the thing, you always do the right thing!” The sideways glance from Pequeño Dinosaurio puts him on the defensive.

”No, I mean it. You’ll get there. You’ll get there because you don’t take short cuts. It’s just going to take a while but one of these days Soutter is gonna see those KGB cunts are what they are and when that day comes, you’ll get your rematch against Osland. Until then, let’s take those SWAT World Tagteam Championships!”

The attention from Esmeralda, the attacks, the matches, Jack’s ’gift’ basket…all of it would be worth it once they were tag-team champions.

This was their chance, he wouldn’t screw up again! A knock at jarred Jack from his pep talk and was followed by a familiar female voice calling, ”Hey guys…are you in?”

It was Vanessa, fresh off the ReVenants victory party and sounding like perhaps she’d had a few the night before.

Getting up to open the door for the lady, Dinosaurio thought about what Jack said. Did he always do the right thing? Was he really going to meet Esmeralda had they won the Anzac Cup?

Vanessa looked fine except she wore sunglasses to hide her slightly bloodshot eyes. ”Thanks, how long do we have until he gets here?” She asked, not having to explain who ’he’ was.

As he shut the door, he motioned for her to take a seat. ”Papa gets to Atlanta for his final connecting flight any minute now according to his itinerary and he should call so I can meet him once he gets in. I’m nervous Vanessa. I just lost the biggest match of my career so far and now I get to be reminded that I’m not good enough to be Tiranosaurio Junior…” He was down, down further than he’d ever been.

”That’s what this is about? The mask?” Her hands went to her temples briefly before finding their way to her hips. ”What did you think would happen? You’d lay the Anzac Cup at his feet and he’d give you the mask? I’m not saying it won’t happen, i’m just saying torturing yourself with it is exactly that, torturing yourself.”

She had a point, besides from her perspective there was lots to be happy about. ”Your merch is in the top ten for sellers at the events, hell even Oxford Osland was reportedly seen buying your mask…”

”He…what?” He asked, immediately knowing why Osland would do such a thing. ”That…” The line of Spanish curses that spewed forth from Dinosaurio would have been censored on any SWAT show. ”…he couldn’t get the real thing as his rag so he bought a replica. That’s your star client Vanessa. A real piece of work you got there.” He said turning away from her.

She walked around to get back in his field of vision, ”Look, I’ll admit that Ox went a little too far with the mask stuff but i’m his agent, not his manager and whatever happens in the ring needs to be between you two, not me. Sorry, I know you’re angry but maybe you can make that work for you. Channel it! Make the KGB pay for that attack by taking those Tagteam Championships. Who knows, maybe that’ll get you another shot at Osland?”

That was all the motivation he needed. Sure, the Anzac Cup was nice, but the SWAT World Tagteam Championships were the goal from the start…and it was within his grasp!

”Ok Vanessa, I’ll focus.” Dinosaurio replied, nodded in agreement. ”But one of these days Oxford Osland is going to face me when I haven’t been attacked, when I haven’t had three other matches and when that day comes…I’m going to pin your star client…just like we’ll pin the KGB…uno, dos, tres!”

[vastrix]

“Circus Apocalypse” by Vermillion Lies begins playing, but there is no sign of Armand von Krauss at the entrance stage. No. Esmeralda von Krauss walks out onto the stage in a shimmering blue evening gown that seems to have many diamonds built into the outfit. It plunges dangerously in the front and is cut in the side to reveal all of her long legs. She smiles as the crowd boos her, lighting an Egyptian cigarette at the end of a black foot long holder that appears to have blue and white lightning scrawled across it.

She slowly makes her way down to the ring with a few catcalls mixed in with the boos from male fans who know of Esmeralda’s promiscuity and want to be her next affair. She slowly steps into the ring, bending way down for cheering fans who have overtaken the boos. She has a microphone given to her. She breathes in deeply of her imported cigarette and blows out a cloud of smoke, flicking the ashes onto the mat before she speaks.

Esmeralda von Krauss: Olympia, dahling. You’ve left Jrok? The owner “betrayed” you and so you left. Not before taking on the role of Jrok Representative for Overheated I might add. How does that make you better than Kira Izumi? How, I wonder. He kicked your ass? How interesting. Do tell us more, dahling. I feel excited that someone would show you the business end of their foot against your buttocks to send you packing. I would say that you shouldn’t even be representing Jrok in the upcoming Overheated, but there’s simply no time to train someone else to take your place.

Why would you come back to the Amazons? You think that we would welcome you back to the division with open arms? You, who burned your bridges when you left for Jrok in the hopes to lay claim to the XHF branded Women’s title. How did that work out for you, dahling? Did you conquer like you thought you were going to? No? Between competition that was too tough and a booker who clearly had no idea what kind of stinker he had working for him, I’m not surprised that you wouldn’t have been left off of the card for months at a time. Oh, you were? It sounds like Izumi to do that. I don’t think he remembers half of the crew he had working for him to book them at any one time.

Esmeralda paces around the ring as the boos grow in intensity. She flicks ashes onto the mat with a self-satisfied sort of giggle.

Esmeralda von Krauss: Oh you sure can spout back the history of this sport. You can repeat back what has happened really well. Maybe you’ll be allowed to stay on as company historian once you’ve failed to do anything of import here. Much like your husband in AWF, who will fail to grasp the XHF Phoenix title. Failure all around for you, dahling.

And for your debut match back, it's a match alongside your good friends” Team Fairtex. Are they your favorite boys? Are you waiting to maybe shower with them too? The question becomes, who won’t you get naked with? I mean, if you get naked and do things in the showers with your brothers and-

Esmeralda pulls out a palm sized teddy bear from behind her back. She wiggles it in the air.

Esmeralda von Krauss: Show me on the teddy bear where those dastardly boys touched you in the shower and I will have them taken care of.

Esmeralda shakes a few more times and motions to the back, no one comes out to touch the trauma teddy bear. Esmeralda shrugs and throws it to one of the waiting young girls in the crowd. A girl grabs it out of the air and hugs it tightly to herself.

Esmeralda von Krauss: The point of the matter is that you left SWAT for “greener pastures”, dahling. You found no golden goose and come back here with your tail between your legs. Are you really welcome? No. Go somewhere else. I hear Fireside is welcoming.

“Circus Apocalypse” by Vermillion Lies begins playing again as Esmeralda von Krauss heads to the back.

[eddied]

(We meet Eddie just after a warm up session backstage at the XHF Network Arena, Minneapolis, Minnesota. Reporter Warren W. Webber looks intimidated by the intensity in Eddie's eyes. Eddie notices his fearful discomfort and throws him a fake smile as he towels off the worst of the sweat on his torso.)

EDDIE: Hey WiFi how's it hanging?

Warren W. Webber: WiFi?

EDDIE: Sorry I was sure someone would have picked up on your W.W.W. initials and thrown that one your way by now. 

(Warren chuckles nervously and goes to take a pace backwards and finds he's already against a wall next to the closed door he entered by. Warren sees Eddie rub down his face and looks more comfortable and ready to talk.)

EDDIE: You're early by the way...

Warren W. Webber: I wasn't expecting you to be getting pumped up and hot and bothered. Did you feel like you needed an extra training session on the night of the event? Wouldn't it make more sense to conserve your energy ahead of a huge fight?

EDDIE: That's why I'm the champ and you're just a walking, talking microphone stand just talking to a sweaty grumpy champ. You do your hack, Scoop Webber routine and I'll do the fighting.

Warren W. Webber: Congratulations on becoming the SWAT World Champion, but the wrestling world were shocked to see you get ejected so early from the Anzac Cup. That said, you're still the bookmakers favourite to beat Blaze Freya tonight, what do you make of that?

EDDIE: Predictions. They can be blind guess work and still come to pass or they can be based on facts and be educated guesses and prove completely wrong. They are still all guesses. I don't like to dwell on guesses.

Warren W. Webber: Then what about the FACT that Blaze and Lucky Linda kicked you and Canelli out of the tournament?

EDDIE: I am not so up myself that I can't admit that it bruised my ego to have lost. I heal fast and trust me, that particular bruise is barely visible now.
I am still the champ. I have already got back on winning ways by progressing to the next round of the trios tag tournament in Canada just days ago. You're only as good as your last match and that makes me a winner.

Warren W. Webber: Well seeing as you mentioned the event in the NPW... Do you not feel that you were abandoned by your stablemates after the match? 

EDDIE: How many NPW wrestlers does it take to beat a SWAT wrestler? ...

(Warren eyes Eddie suspiciously, keen not to give an insulting answer that may offend his NPW audience base.)

EDDIE: You look like you're struggling... The answer is 6. Usually 6. I proved my loyalty and proved my kinship with the KGB by heading north of the border and winning the match put in front of me. I guess Soutter and Armand thought I had it covered after the match as there was only 5 of 'em. They were waving a flag, my partners must have thought it was Pride week or something, but on this occasion it only took 5 NPW wrestlers to take me down. I guess it must have been because I had just fought through and won a match before they hit the ring. SWAT wrestlers are usually 6 times better, on average, according to the boffins in the locker room, maths doesn't lie, don't ask us how they came to that figure, it's industry standard confidential complicated stuff...

Warren W. Webber: That's all clearly bravado. Does it not worry you that the KGB don't truly have your best intentions at heart?

EDDIE: I am the champion. If a SWAT world champion went out to that ring and cried about how he's triggered that he got jumped, that he feels bullied and marginalised because the group "don't always text me back straight away when I message them"... well we may as well burn the belt and just hold hands in a circle and sing kumbaya. The fans may hate me now, but they would sure as hell hate me more if I disrespected this title by being a cry baby. I am at the top and that comes with a responsibility to look like you want it more than the next guy...

Warren W. Webber: Or girl...

EDDIE: Indeed, "Or girl"... And I DO want it more. I won't shed any tears tonight or any other night about who does or doesn't watch my back, because even in a stable... Once you hold the SWAT World Title you can't blame anyone for losing your title belt but yourself.  I am not about to live in regret. I am not about to lose to an opponent I already pounded into the earth just a few months ago. Tonight will be my night. And the KGB will be there to congratulate me at the end.

Warren W. Webber: I hope so, for your sake...

EDDIE: That's touching...

Warren W. Webber: There's no need to be sarcastic...

EDDIE: No I was saying "that's touching", like "touching cloth" - shitty and never welcome,
or you're "touched" in the head - like you need your head reading,
or as in my fist will be "touching" the back of your head via your front teeth if you try to make up divisions when there aren't any. You know... "that's touching".

Warren W. Webber: I've had bigger uglier wrestlers than you threatening me... (Warren gulps and stands up to his full height, still slightly shorter than Eddie.)

EDDIE: And as a reporter that's more a sad admission of guilt and a lack of conversational skill on your part. The people you interview aren't meant to hate you before, during and after your questions?

Warren W. Webber: I had hoped that now you having a "significant other" in your life perhaps it would have mellowed you...

EDDIE: Sorry to make you work for your money and burst your bubble, but "harsh reality is always better than false hope" I always say. Trixie is amazing and I am glad that she's nuts enough to find me funny, hunky and a close approximation to boyfriend material. I am very happy out of the ring, very happy in the ring, but it hasn't change my brutal outlook on life and the joy I find in beating the crap out of my opponents.

Warren W. Webber: Even if they're women?

EDDIE: Equal opportunity ass whoopings is as woke as I get. Yes even the brave women of SWAT.

Warren W. Webber: And you don't hold any feelings for Blaze any more?

EDDIE: Who says I ever did?

Warren W. Webber: Any one with eyes and ears?

EDDIE: I am very happy out of the ring, very happy in the ring and I want this belt more than anyone else in wrestling today. And as soon as I step through the ropes... I am happy to hate my opponent for as long as it takes me to brutally beat them into a painful pin or sadistic submission. It's not always strictly business, sometimes I would have dished out that beating in the car park, free of charge, but sometimes it takes a bit of a training session and a different mind set to really enjoy the pain I dish out.

Warren W. Webber: So that's why you're training before the event? Because you'd rather not fight someone you have feelings for?

EDDIE: I didn't expect you to stoop so low; to delve down into the tabloid conspiracy-rag depths with a ridiculous comment like that... Wifi Webber?! You were buffering, you were lagging and now you've finally lost all connection... with reality. Not to mention officially outstaying your welcome. Good bye Wifi.

(Eddie launches his huge fist towards Warren W. Webber and Warren flinches and cowers down in an embarrassing crouch, but Eddie was reaching past him to throw open the door a pace from a frightened Warren's head. Warren opens an eye and sees that he's not being hit and tries to get some dignity back by straightening himself up. Warren opens his mouth to protest, but Eddie puts his huge palm and fingers over Warren's face and gives him a measured thrust backwards through the open door and he slams the door closed. The scene fades to black.)

[davidvector]

---



- The Rookie David Vector is seen coming from the locker room looking a little green and nervous. He bumps into a SWAT camera crew backstage and one of the crew grab a microphone, hoping to get an impromptu interview with the new comer and maybe impress the show's director. -

- Hey Vector, you look like you have the world on your shoulders. Aren't you buzzing to be on the biggest stage of your career? -

- Yes Sir. Of course. I just.... I just had to use the men's room.... again.... Don't worry about me. I'll be ready. -

- Goth has already thrown down the gauntlet ahead of your match. Did Psychotic Goth's promo alarm you in any way? - 

- Well the "gift" he has in store for me is obviously a concern. Since I graduated from my 'rasslin school I have fought in some small shows, some gymnasiums and sports halls, even a small arena, but nothing really prepares you for the big time. I have no idea whether the referee has my back foul-play-wise and will keep that bag of tricks out of the match. -

- You needn't worry about it in the match, SWAT referee's are some of the best in the business, but after the match? All bets are off. -

- Well it feels like Goth's got a bee in his bonnet about new faces. Seems I'll be paying the price for some other new boy ruining Goth's day a while ago. He doubts that I'm a Rookie. He's not going to underestimate me. To be honest that's the best compliment he could have given me. Clearly I must look the part and I must have his full attention. It's as much as I could have hoped for this early. - 

- Sorry to say this, but you look scared. - 

- "If you can't run with the big dogs, stay under the porch", that's what my daddy always said, and I ain't hiding under no porch and I ain't scared of nobody. If nerves are getting to me, that's natural. It ain't gonna keep me from the ring thou. I'm fixing to use those nerves to heighten my reaction time and keep my tempo furious. A nervous stomach ain't gonna keep me from showing courage, fighting with pride and giving the people what they came for. And if y'all pardon my French..... If you don't believe me.... you can kiss my go-to-hell. - 

- We've never seen a crowd this behind Psychotic Goth before. Perhaps it's the Vikings hook, but how do you feel your performance may suffer if the crowd is set against you? You aren't really killing us with charisma thus far..... -

- Easy on the character assassination on day one huh? I can only do my best and be true to myself and my training. If I can't win it fair and square tonight I guess I'll be back to the drawing board and come again. They couldn't pay me enough to ruin my reputation by cheating another man to win. I hope I can show this crowd some honest to goodness pluck and endeavour. I am certain sure that's enough to get them on side.

I haven't had a bad life, but I've faced as much change in my life and adversity over the last year as any man. I am not damaged or odd to my way of thinking. I had my fair share of fights in my life. I don't take a personal slight laying down but I'm not a mindless thug with no tolerance either. I was lucky in business most of my life. I haven't gone hungry, I don't sleep rough if this career is slow to rise.
Just because I "want" to be the best I can be, without "needing" to impress and do well in a desperate way, it surely don't make me any less committed to the 'W' than the next fella. I want that next rung on the ladder just as much as every fan in the building in their chosen trade.
I chose this trade and perhaps that does make me odd to some ways of thinking. 

The way I will be exceptional is in the ring. My technique and my energy will be my trademark and never giving up as my standout asset.
Talk is cheap, so I gotta let my 'rasslin do the talking tonight. 
Now if y'all excuse me gentlemen..... I'm coming over a might queasy again..... -

- David Vector, with as much poise as he can muster, heads urgently back through the door, presumably headed to the men's room again. -  


- Well there goes David Vector and he swears blind he's not scared, and Goth is not convinced that the man is truly a Rookie, but ladies and gentlemen, I think they're both wrong. This is SWAT, I've been Steve Scott, on the spot, keeping it hot...... Cut it there, that was awesome right?..... Front of camera here I come...... - 

---

[Donzig]

'Mad Dog' Soutter was sitting at a desk in an office somewhere in the arena, clearly taking care of business from the look on his face. He had a tablet in one hand, and the other was digging through some scattered papers. A screen on the wall was showing the night's events, and then a voice spoke from the empty corner behind him. 'Soutter'

Mad Dog jumped, nearly dropping his tablet before he spun around his chair with a frown. 'What the Hell, man! How do you? Nevermind.'

Donzig stepped from the darkness, head tilting as he looked down on Mad Dog from behind his mask. The newest member of the KGB shrugged, jerking his head before he pointed a finger at the TV. 'Did you see what that white knight Ruin did? Simping after Dangerous Donna! I don't know what people see in her, I really don't.'

Soutter leaned back in his chair, laying aside his table with a shrug of broad shoulders. Donzig stared at the monitor, and hissed as he saw the Vector segment. 'I think you need to focus on your match with Rally, I am not sure why you wanted that one so badly.'

'Is Daniel? Or David? I am mean I don't even get the guy's name, and he keeps saying 'rasslin'. I hate that.' Donzig grumbled, as he swept forward with his fingers lazily dragging across the desk. Soutter rubbed at the bridge of his nose, after all he knew that Donzig was born to be a bandit. But sometimes the guy was easily distracted to say the least, but then that skull masked face turned back to him. 'I want to grind Rally into the mat before Keith does. I want Keith to be fed scraps from my table, I know he thinks I bent the rules at the Anzac Cup.'

Soutter blinked. 'Oh? Didn't you?'

'Didn't we all? What are rules to people such as us?' said Donzig. a hand pressed against his chest. He shrugged, and started to pace once more. 'I am going to do what someone should have done a long time ago? And I am going to shut Rally Jackson up. I am going to make him realize that he needs to worry less about Osland's carbon footprint? And more about the bootprints I am going to leave on his carcass! Does he think the Void cares about carbon emissions? Or being Politically correct? Does the Void care how much trash I made this week, eh?'

Soutter shrugged. 'I suspect it doesn't.'

Donzig waved a hand, hissing absently before he continued. 'Ruin wants to white knight Donna? That is fine. That is another problem I will tend to before the Revs. I want Donna and Ruin in a tag match with Sinclair and I. It will do Sinclair to deal with that woman, so she is less distracted when she goes after that accursed Rios again.'

Soutter grunted, and then gave a nod. 'Sure, you're KGB now. Bandits. Whatever you want, Donzig.'

Donzig nodded his head, and he rubbed his hands together before he turned to stare at the camera. Then he looked back to Soutter, and he gave a mirthless chuckle. 'In that case, I have an idea. But we need to make sure it is a surprise, I want these fuckers to never know what hit them.'

As he spoke, Donzig grabbed the camera man and slowly shoved him from the room. The door banged shut behind him, and the door locked before Soutter started to laugh loudly from inside the room. 

[edwarddubin0604]

(Psychotic Goth is in the boiler room laughing maniacally and despite the heat in the room. He doesn't seem to mind and in fact he seems to enjoy it despite his shirt covered in sweat and his hair matted to his face.)

Psychotic Goth: "So David Vector you wondered many things about me. You seem to be quite inquisitive and full of questions about me but do not fear. I shall answer your questions being you were so polite in your asking me."

(He chuckles.)

Psychotic Goth: "Now David you asked me about why such an evil man like me can be so popular with the ringsiders. Good question to ask but you forgot one thing. It's not the Viking hook as you think it is. You see I don't change my image unlike certain others who seem to come to SWAT and later on change their reputations claiming they are new and improved. I don't care for that bullshit. I'm true to myself and true to my values unlike those who are phony."

(Psychotic Goth roars in a ancient Viking dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "I don't switch sides just for allies. I don't care for that because I have no friends and I don't care for allies. I walk alone and fight alone because I have always been a loner all my life. You've been surrounded by friends and allies all your life while I shunned everyone. Yet there was only one individual who was a soulmate and I haven't heard from him in years."

(He roars louder.)

Psychotic Goth: "Now you are wondering what I have against newcomers which I do not have anything against. If you do not brag after managing to defeat me. I shall give you the recognition you deserve. However, Devon D'Andre didn't show me any respect or any humility towards me. So will you show me any respect and humility when you and I face off. If you defeat me or manage to defeat me. Will you show me the respect I deserve or will you be like Devon D'Andre. The choice is yours David and yours alone."

(Psychotic Goth laughs dementedly.)

Psychotic Goth: "Ask anyone in the SWAT locker room and roster about me and you will get the obvious answer about my reputation. Ask anyone about my reputation for being a maniac in the ring. You shall soon find that out David in a matter of moments. You shall soon realize that I am
'The Serpent of SWAT' and I am 'The Psychotic One.' Do you really wish to find out David. Yet in a matter of moments you shall find out my reputation and what I can do. It won't be pretty but with me nothing is."

(He bellows in an ancient Viking dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "You may have wrestled many small shows David which gives you an advantage but I was trained well. I wrestled in Hardkore World and I worked hard in that promotion to get to where I am now in SWAT. So do not think that I don't have more experience than you. I do have quite a bit of experience and I don't brag about it either. That is not Psychotic Goth and you shall find out that I do not come in cocky and arrogant like certain wrestlers. You shall find out that there will be plenty of wrestlers who will come after you even if you defeat me. I'm sure you shall be ready if you face that situation. Then again I truly doubt that you will be able to deal with that situation."

(Psychotic Goth laughs demonically.)

Psychotic Goth: "Let us see what happens when that situation occurs David. Let us see if you will stick it out or will you flee SWAT like War Pig Andrew Stone and trash SWAT because you couldn't take the pressure or work hard for your victories. We shall see what happens when we meet in the ring."

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

Psychotic Goth: "In a matter of moments you shall debut and see what you are truly made of. Let us see if you truly have what it takes to be in this legendary promotion and show what you've got to offer in terms of wrestling ability. Earn my respect and the respect of the SWAT locker room and then see where your true destiny is. Thus I have spoken and thus my vow shall come true."

(Psychotic Goth roars as he shoots his arms up and the boiler room lights go out and laughs demonically has the scene slowly fades to black.)

[frostbite]

# LAST WEEK #

After the heart wrenching lost at the hand of the Hellhounds in the Anzac Cup tournament, we see a very disgusted Frostbite walking around the backstage area as if he is about to blow. He is pacing as if someone where to walk up right next to him we just might beat the hell out of them and he would not care if it was a man, woman, or child he is that foul mood. frostbite is running his fingers through his short blonde hair and you can tell he is about to blow his top. As he continues to pace around, suddenly a young backstage hand is walking around with a clipboard in his hands with a piece of yellow paper attached to it. The young man pulls out a walkie talkie from his hip as it appears he is talking to someone on the other end of it or at least we hope he is. The young man has short black hair as he see he is actually pulling hair out of his head as we speak, it must be stress from the job or again maybe a rough day at the office, but nevertheless, we see the young man his green shirt is completely soaked from his sweat as once again the young man must be under a lot of stress, I guess if you are handling business for Paul Soutter it might cause you to pull the hair out of your head and the stress of working such an important event can also be hard to deal with. But as the young man is on his walkie talkie, he dos not pay attention to where he is going as he bumps right into Frostbite.

Frostbite shoots an intense look in his blue eyes at the young backstage hand and with the mood that he is in quickly grabs the walkie talkie out of his hand and tosses it up against a nearby wall as we watch it shatter into a thousand pieces. Frostbite grabs the young man by his throat as he tosses him up against that very same wall, the young man slumps to the ground as you can see the rage just continues to build as he races over to that young man, as he pull him up by the back of his neck, and tosses him across the backstage area as the young man appears to go flying several feet. Frostbite even more enraged begins to put his black boots to every inch of his body.

Frostbite.. You stupid son of a bitch. You should watch where we are going.

Frostbite pulls that young man up by his throat once again as he pulls him up and chokeslams back onto the hard floor as you can hear the sound of the back of his head hit that hard floor as if someone fired a weapon. He stands over the young man, as he is about to reach down and who knows what else he just might do, until a big pair of hands grab Frostbite broad shoulders and pulls him off the young man, as Frostbite fights off the massive grip these pair of hands have on him as he turns around as he is about to swing for the fences but puts on the brakes when he realizes that it is Bruno.

Frostbite.. What are you doing here big man?

Frostbite looks back at the young man laying on the floor as he is about to reach down and finish the job but Bruno shakes his head as if to tell him no.

Frostbite.. Why not? Come on big man? Nobody is going to miss this ant. Please let me beat his ass? I need to get this out of my system.

Once again Bruno shakes his head.

Frostbite.. I know Paul is not going to stand by and allow such injustice to happen. We both know I dropped those the Hellhounds on their heads and the ref made the three count. Armand and I should have moved on in the tournament but for some reason the ref did not believe that was a three count and it came back to haunt us. Bruno I took the three count and we lost the match. You know me for many years, I take every lost personal. i hated to tell Armand it was my fault when it really was not? I have spent the last five years trying to win the damn cup and really though this was the year but once again something went wrong. I made promises especially to my love that I was going to bring the cup home to her, but I failed yet again to impress her.

He shakes his head.

Frostbite.. I have not only let her down but my partner and Paul and the KGB, and that is not right big man. Please just let me beat the hell out of this idiot, somebody must pay.

Bruno reaches down and pulls the backstage hand up by his collar like he was a doll and pushes him in his back as to try and get him to move on. The young man looks at Bruno as he staggers away as Bruno is standing between him and Frostbite.

Frostbite.. Come on Bruno this is not fair. At least allow me to take my frustrations out on someone. Wait a minute you might be onto something.

Bruno has a confused look on his face.

Frostbite.. I should go after the ref that screwed me over. Thank you big man for helping me to understand the mistake I was making. That kid did not make the three count the ref did. I need to punish him. I guess you could say wrong place, wrong time. Where is the ref locker room. I believe he needs to be taught a lesson.

Bruno once again shakes his head.

Frostbite.. Come on Bruno, I know that look in your eyes and I can tell by the way you..

He pauses.

Frostbite.. Let me guess, I bet Paul sent him back to the hotel and told him to pack his bags because he knew that I would be looking for him. I hope Paul fired his ass?

Bruno just shrugs his shoulders.

Frostbite.. That means you do not know? That is great. I hope Paul does something because he does not by next show, I will do something anything less than him getting fired or maybe, I will set him on fire and make him pay because nobody screws me or the KGB.

Bruno puts his large hands on his right shoulder as he is walking Frostbite back to his locker room. I am sure Bruno is doing this for his own good and protection or the backstage area protection which ever the case might be. They take a long walk until they reach Frostbite locker room. Bruno reaches over as he says something in his ear. Frostbite nods his head as he shakes his hand. Bruno pushes open the locker room door as Frostbite walks in as Bruno shuts the door behind him. As he enters the cold locker room, he spots that brown leather chair as it is rocking back and forth. Frostbite is reluctant at first, but he slowly makes his way over to the chair as we see his phone with the picture of the SWAT World title on his screen. Frostbite looks at his home as he just shakes his head.

Frostbite.. My dear love. Please find it in your heart to forgive me. I did not accomplish what I needed to do for you this evening. I know how much you wanted that cup. But I failed you. I could use the excuse that the ref cost us the match and it would be in the right but I was the one that was pinned and for that my love. I am so sorry.

Frostbite looks around the locker room.

Frostbite.. Where in the hell is Texas Pete?

Suddenly you can hear a toilet flush, as we see Texas Pete pulling up his black slacks as he sees that Frostbite is back.

Frostbite.. Where in the hell have you been? I paid you money to keep an eye on her.

Texas Pete.. I had to go pee. I could not take her in there with me to do my business that would not be right.

Frostbite.. Fair enough.

He turns to his phone, as he picks her up from out of the chair, as he takes a seat himself with that same disgusted look in his blue eyes.

Frostbite.. We should have won the damn cup and I failed. Honey, I continue to be such a huge disappointment to you. I keep promise you many things and I have not delivered on some. I promise you that we would be together by now and I continue to fail at every turn. My love I am running out of patience and out of time. I do not know how we can be together. Please what can I do to make this up to you. i have gotten you protection, i am gotten you a limo, I have gotten you a fur coat and a ring, but I have not gotten you the one thing that you desire and that is me.

He gets up out of the chair as he looks at Texas Pete.

Frostbite can you keep an eye on her while I take a quick shower. I am going to stay around and see who reaches the finals. I want you to take my love back to the hotel and get her whatever see wants, room service. She deserves everything. I am sure she does not want to be around me.

Texas Pete.. And how are you getting back to the hotel?

Frostbite.. I will catch a ride with Armand or Bruno. I will be fine.

Texas Pete nods his head as he takes the phone from him as he leaves the locker room as he leaves Frostbite standing there just stunned as the scene fades out for just a moment.

AN HOUR LATER..

We see Frostbite sitting in the brown leather chair as he is rocking back and forth as he is closely watching the finals of the Anzac Cup tournament. As he is watching it closely, the door to his locker room opens as he turns to see who it is. Bruno walks into the locker room as he stands right behind Frostbite.

Frostbite.. You know me too well. You know I would stay around and catch the tournament. I must admit two decent teams. I am sure we will have to face one of these team soon rather than later.

Bruno leans over as he whispers something into his ear, as Frostbite nods his head.

Frostbite.. I did hear that announcement it appears that Armand and myself will take on Union Jack and Dinosauro Pequeno. Yes I do understand that Armand's wife has a thing for this Pequeno fellow. I do not know if that will be a problem or not but we must cover all bases, but I am sure Armand will take care of business. I hear that Paul will take on Death Trap, I am sure he will take care of that business all Paul has to do is same the magic words and I will burn his ass. But it appears I will get a chance to burn these two.

Bruno once again leans over as says something into Frostbite ear.

Frostbite.. You got to be kidding me? Paul might have the ref that screwed us over early be in the ring for our match. Are you really serious?

Bruno shrugs his shoulders.

Frostbite.. Well if that happens to be the case, then he better call it right down the middle because if he does not then he will be burned alive in the middle of that ring.

He turns toward Bruno.

Frostbite.. That reminds me. I need a ride back to the hotel if you do not mind. I sent Texas Pete and my love back to the hotel.

Bruno nods his head.

Frostbite.. That is good, thank you big man. You know, dude we really need to get back to the good old days when you and I, were beating the hell out of everybody. I need have a talk with Paul and let him allow us to ride shotgun again. You know dude, I will pay you top dollar to protect me. Because you know how much trouble i can get into.

Again Bruno nods his head because he knows Frostbite speaks the truth. Bruno leans over again and says something to Frostbite.

Frostbite.. Go ahead and take care of your business, I will catch up.

Bruno leaves the locker room as Frostbite continues to watch the finals on the monitor.

Frostbite.. Bear O'Dactyl so it appears that you are next on the list. Gentlemen like most who walk into SWAT were big deals elsewhere and they feel that they can come in here and take over. Well, I do not think so. The KGB has been running the show around here for quite sometime and we will continue to do and trust me, you are not going to stop us or me for that matter. This will be another day at the office for myself and Armand. So allow me to say this right off the bat. Whatever dreams that you had on winning the tag team gold, you can forget about it. The KGB runs this company, and I know the XHF is in the process of celebrating 20 years, but trust me it will be the KGB that will be having the huge party and the end of it all.

Frostbite drops his head before he slowly picks it back up with an intense look in his blue eyes.

Frostbite.. Because the two of you will not stand in my way of reaching my goal of me and my love to be together one day. I see the two of you as people that are in my way of reaching my true destiny, and that is for us to be together and it will happen very true. But in the meantime, myself and Armand are going to hold onto these tag team titles forever. Nobody is going to take this away from me. I am sure you will try your best and it will not be good enough because at the end of the day these titles are going to stay right where they belong. But in the meantime, I know I can have a little bit of fun in the process.

A wicked laugh is let out.

Frostbite.. Gentlemen, I promise by the end of the match, well somebody is going to..

A slight pause..

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

That you can count on..

Frostbite leans back in the chair as the scene fades out.

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Here we go SWAT! The XHF Birthday is under way and what better way to kick it off than with Psychotic GOTH!

Andrew Fulton : David Vector looks ok, but boy O boy, he has pulled the short straw tonight facing a rampaging Goth!

Jeremy Tucker : Everyone looks ok until they hit the ring with Goth, then, he tells them, welcome to SWAT Jack!

Andrew Fulton : You go Jerry!

Evil green mist bellows out of the ring entrance as a woman screams and Psychotic Goth laughing maniacally as "Welcome To Your Death" by Annihilator plays and Vampira leads Psychotic Goth to ringside in chains while holding Psychotic Goth's homemade weapon. He ignores the ringsiders and stops at the ring for Vampira to unlock the chains and Psychotic Goth rubs his wrists hard as he climbs the ringsteps and enters the ring and stands in his corner. He slowly takes off his trenchcoat and jewelry before he lowers his head and raises his arms before throwing his head back revealing his pale handsome gothlike looks looking and snarling like a demonic maniac crazed and intimidating as he is given his homemade weapon and he caresses it before placing it in his corner for Vampira to hold until it's time for Psychotic Goth to use it.

Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from The Depths of Hell. Coming in at 6’5 and 235 pounds ....accompanied by Vampira .....The King of Goths .... PSYCHOTIC GOTH!!!

"Gimme Back My Bullets" by Lynyrd Skynyrd hits the arena speakers and David Vector "The Rookie" jogs out onto the ramp. The state flag of Virginia, The Stars and Stripes and pictures of Vector training in the gym flash up on the SWAT-tron screens. Vector accepts the applause that greets him by applauding them back in gratitude. Vector slaps the outstretched hands of the fans at the guard rail as he takes a slow jog out to the ring. Vector soaks in the atmosphere, jogs up the ring steps, wipes his feet on the apron and hops through the ropes. Vector scales the turnbuckles throws up his arms to accept their adulation, punches the air and jumps confidently down into the ring. The music fades and Vector stretches out his biceps and quads in preparation for the match.

Frank Salazar : And introducing his opponent … hailing from Arlington Virginia … coming in at 6’1 & 201 lbs … making his SWAT debut … DAVID VECTOR!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Vector signals to the crowd and Goth just charges at him … and nails him with a big loaded boot to the moosh!

Andrew Fulton : Goth isn’t waiting for the formalities, he wants to get this underway!

Jeremy Tucker : Goth looks down at Vector like, welcome to the big leagues!

Andrew Fulton : No shit welcome, Goth prides himself on being the welcoming committee to SWAT!

Jeremy Tucker : He just lost the World Title to Eddie, he wants someone to pay for this, and poor Daniel has walked into the ring with him and …

Andrew Fulton : And Goth with a running clothesline almost takes Vectors head off!

Jeremy Tucker : Goth jumps on him and starts biting his forehead. What’s he doing?

Andrew Fulton : Who knows Jerry? The guy is a certified mad man.

Jeremy Tucker : Blood trickles down the lip of Goth and cheek of Vector and then Goth whips into the corner and opens a can of whoop ass on him!

Andrew Fulton : Vector wishing he has anywhere but SWAT right now.

Jeremy Tucker : Goth covers Vector and referee Vick Mackey drops for the count

One ….

Two ….

Th …. Kick out by Vector.

Andrew Fulton : Goth glares at Mackey and then Vampira from the outside pulls out the purple bag and goes to hand it to Goth …. What’s in there Jerry?

Jeremy Tucker : I don’t know? Vector charges at Goth and high cross body sends Goth to the mat and the purple bag to the mat.

Andrew Fulton : Vector showing he has something here Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : He wants to make his mark tonight and is not intimidated by Goth in the slightest. Big knife edge chop by Vector but no effect on Goth!

Andrew Fulton : Goth catches Daniel and nails a big belly to belly suplex.

[Goth roars in an ancient dialect.]

Jeremy Tucker : Goth locks on a Code Red Arm breaker but Vector gets his foot onto the ropes. Great ring awareness by the newcomer.

Andrew Fulton : He got lucky there Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Goth goes for a reverse Russian legsweep but Vector counters with two hand fulls of hair and he just runs into the corner and rams Goths head into the turnbuckle.

Andrew Fulton : What was that?

Jeremy Tucker : Desperation move, pure instinct by The Rookie.

Andrew Fulton : Snap mare by Vector to Goth and then a hammerlock scoop slam.

Jeremy Tucker : This kid is having a crack! He talked the talk and is now walking the walk.

Andrew Fulton : But he is in there with GOTH!

Jeremy Tucker : Judo throw by Vector and Goth roars in frustration.

Andrew Fulton : Another Judo throw by Vector but Goth lands on his feet and Atomic drop suplex w/bridge pin by Goth.

Jeremy Tucker : Went to the well one too many times there The Rookie. Mackey with the count.

One ……..

Two …….

Kick out by The Rookie.

Andrew Fulton : Psychotic Goth snake eyes Vector before he executes an enziguri to back of his head …

Jeremy Tucker : He calls that he Black Death! Aeroplane spin by Goth into a Death Valley Driver! Wheel of Misfortune!

Andrew Fulton : Goth is an animal and Vector has tried hard but he is clearly outmatched here tonight.

Jeremy Tucker : I don’t know mate, he spoke real well.

Andrew Fulton : That he did, and his time may come, but not against a killer like Goth.

Jeremy Tucker : Goth Torture Rack!!!!

[Psychotic Goth starts with a Boston Crab but he intertwines both legs with opponents before bending backwards extending his full height locking his arms with his opponents, or adapting his move by clamping his hands under opponent chin, he rocks back and forth yanking opponent's head painfully.]

Andrew Fulton : He Tapped! Vector tapped!

Jeremy Tucker : Goth releases the hold and he and Vampira pose for the fans, Vector looks on and has a look of focus saying he isn’t done here yet.

Andrew Fulton : He is done, and done like a dinner at the hands of the Psychotic One.

Jeremy Tucker : Tonight yes, but there is always another day and this kid looks like he can take it and learn.

Frank Salazar Winner of the match … PSYCHOTIC GOTH!!!!!

[davidvector]

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- David Vector looks dejected and in pain as he leaves the ring and heads up the ramp. Goth smiles as The Rookie struggles his way back to the backstage as he celebrates his victory.
David gets to the top of the ramp abd applauds the crowd who are giving him a respectful round of applause for his efforts. David stumbles through the backstage curtain and bumps into the same camera team he bumped into backstage earlier -

- Hey there Rookie. You got yourself pounded out there. Huge opening loss. How'd you like your introduction to SWAT? -

- The Rookie feels the slight trickle of blood from a bite wound on his head and feels his front teeth as one might be loose. He looks the cameraman in the eyes, exhausted and sore and says -

- That was awesome!
I mean... I wanted a win so bad, but I'll learn from that loss and.... Well, just listen to that crowd man.... They were amazing. -

- Eh, you got your butt kicked? "Awesome" isn't how I'd describe your performance.... - 

- Sure, he had me running all over Hell's half acre and he's mean as a wet panther, but I got in that ring and I gave him a fight.
I know for a fact that there are people that would have hid in the car lot rather than face this guy, but I know now that I have the guts to learn and fight again.
I showed courage, fought with pride and listen to that crowd out there thru that curtain..... do they sound short changed to you?

- I guess not, but -

- "I guess not" be darned...... We opened the show big and we set the standard the rest of the card now have to follow.
I think Goth respects me for giving it a go and I respect him for not pulling any punches.
Protecting his place on the roster by beating the new guy is what the old school are good at, but the young talent in the locker room are fixin' to stay and time is on our side.
SWAT hasn't shaken me off that easy, that's for certain sure. I'm gonna lick my wounds, train hard and come again.
Now if y'all excuse me gentlemen..... I'm coming over a might queasy..... -

- David Vector walks off, probably suffering from the startings of a mild concussion after his bruising debut match in SWAT -

- This is SWAT, I've been Steve Scott, on the spot, keeping it hot... Cut it there guys.....
Have you seen the production team? They haven't been in touch about my reporter application..... Level with me.... Did they say anything to you guys? -

- The scene comes to a sudden end. -