Breaking Point 2021 (Show)

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(Team Fairtex is in their locker room waiting for Olympia to arrive. They are in their wrestling gear and are still warming up for their six-person match with The Revenants and Dangerous Donna as the door opens and Olympia enters the locker room dressed in her wrestling gear.)

Tong Fairtex: "We saw what you said in the ring."

Olympia: "You know how outspoken I am when it comes to The SWAT Amazons Division. I was watching the SWAT Amazon competitors while wrestling in JROK and I respected Linda's open challenge concept that has evolved into the revived SWAT Amazons Division. It seems Isabel Rios has carried this division well and I respect that."

Phantam Fairtex: "You hear about Esmerelda von Krauss's cheap shot at you and your husband."

Olympia: "Let's see if she's in such a mood when I beat her down and make her feel pain in places where she never felt she knew existed."

Tong Fairtex: "Tell you what Olympia. You can take it out on Dangerous Donna and The Revenants when we step in the ring to face them."

(The locker room enters and Glamourous Glenda enters the locker room.)

Olympia: "Glamourous Glenda. It's been months since I last saw you.'

Glamourous Glenda: "I know and believe me you seemed to have gotten lots of pleasant greetings on your return after you told it like it is."

Olympia: "Because everyone had to be reminded of SWAT Amazons was and always will be. This division has been lost and forgotten and I'm glad Linda La Fey found a way to revive SWAT Amazons."

Glamourous Glenda: "Apparently Esmerelda von Krauss spoiled your return by mocking you and your husband."

Olympia: "Yeah Team Fairtex mentioned that already and let me warn her if she wants to step into the ring and back her words up. Then sign a contract and so will I and we'll step through those ropes in the ring and see if she can back up her words. Anytime she wants. Anywhere she wants and any event regular or PPV doesn't matter to me. Let's see if she can really back up her talk since she wants to act like she's big and bad."

Glamourous Glenda: "She's been causing lots of trouble with Bear O'Dactyl by trying to get into bed with Pequeno Dinosaurio."

Olympia: "Let me guess she's trying to pay for having secret affairs behind her husband's back."

Phantam Fairtex: "Oh catty."

Glamourous Glenda: "That's like putting your health in jeopardy."

Olympia: "Oh she's going to do that herself or will she need those goofy scrubs she calls clowns to save her ass by wrestling the match for her.
That's something I want to see since she loves seeing them beat up Armand's and frostbite's opponents since that's like being with an army of gigolos tending to her very needs."

Tong Fairtex: "Say the word Olympia."

Olympia: "So like I mentioned I want her to sign a match right now. I want to shut her cigarette stick smoking mouth up and slap her around and charge her a literal arm and a leg and make her my bitch. Now tonight I'm just focused on this six-person match with Dangerous Donna and The Revenants. Now I know what has happened to you when you faced them but this time it's going to be different. Tonight we're going to beat those three bastards and you are going to beat them and The KGB for those XHF Trios Championships."

Tong Fairtex: "That's going to be the word tonight and in the tournament."

Phantam Fairtex: "We're going to be fired up and we're going to make our move and we're going to make sure that we are a tag team wrestling machine. Olympia's going to prove why she held that SWAT Pan Amazons Women's Championship when she takes on Dangerous Donna when she's tagged in for this match. We will prove that the three of us are better than The revenants and Dangerous Donna."

Glamourous Glenda: "Do you think Esmerelda has a point since you lost a career ending match in JROK and still represent Overheated."

Olympia: "I promised that I would represent JROK in Overheated and I shall keep my word. I shall be consulting with JROK to see if I can be in
Overheated and fulfill that last obligation."

Glamourous Glenda: "So you're leaving that decision up to JROK."

Olympia: "That's what I plan on doing because I'm a woman of my word and will always keep my word."

Glamourous Glenda: "Well I wish you luck in Overheated and in tonights six-person match."

Olympia: "We are going to be quite successful and nobody is going to stop us and nothing will prevent us from winning."

Tong Fairtex: "Tonight The Revenants are going to see how it's like to lose in SWAT. Tonight they are going to be taught a lesson they are never going to forget."

Phantam Fairtex: "Tonight the tag team wrestling machine and The Golden Spartan are going to be making sure that The Revenants and Dangerous Donna are going to be embarrassed."

Tong Fairtex: "That's what's going down tonight and we're going to be victorious and then we'll set our sights on higher things. Right now we have things to do and a match to wrestle. So we'reout of here."

(They leave the locker room.)

Glamourous Glenda: "It seems Team Fairtex and Olympia are fired up. Back to your guys."

(They fade to ringside.)

[Ruin]

[We see backstage in front of a Breaking Point banner, the debuting Ruin, He is shirtless and wearing long black trunks. His 6’10 333 pound frame towering over Warrer W Webber whom he is joined by.]

Webber : Ruin, welcome to SWAT!

Ruin : Thanks. It’s been a long time coming to get here. I have toiled all over the world mastering my craft, and now, now I get to do it the biggest of big leagues!

Webber : You have come to the right place if that is what you want.

Ruin : Who wouldn’t want so? To test themselves against the very best of the best.

Webber : What happened earlier? We saw you get caught up in a fracarr with Donzig and ….

Ruin : The man is insane. I was just walking by minding my own business, we accidentally bumped into each other and next thing I know all hell is breaking lose.

[Ruin stares into the camera. His eyes piercing the screen.]

Well, if that's how he wants it, that’s fine by me.

I am not here to talk, Warren.

I am not here to flippy flop dancing around the ring.

I am here to wrestle.

One word Warren. Choke Slam!

Webber : Well, technically, thats two?

Ruin : (raises an eyebrow at Webber) It’s as many words as I say it is!

Donzig!

I will meet you next show!

And I will team with Donna!

And when I wrap my claw around your neck and lift you to the heavens and you come crashing down to the mat with the force of not only Gravity but all of this …

[He motions to his monstrous physique.]

You will know nothing but your ‘void’.

Webber : What about tonight, upcoming next? Rajiv Khan?

Ruin : I have done my homework here, I attended the Anzac Cup. I have watched the tapes.

Khan is a stereotype of the lowest denominator.

I will take him out!

As I will anyone who is on the other side of the ring from me.

I don’t get paid by the hour!

I will hook him and I will cook him!

Webber : Well, there you have it folks, Ruin about to make his debut! We’ll be right back when he meets Rajiv Khan in the middle of the ring.

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”Circus Apocalypse” by Vermillion Lies begins playing. The crowd boos as Esmeralda von Krauss walks out from the back. She looks around at the crowd in a dangerously red evening gown by a recently deceased up and coming designer by the name of Lionel de Moniel. She gets out a gold and red foot long cigarette holder and lights up an Egyptian cigarette. She smokes for a moment, flicking ashes onto the floor before making her way down to the ring where she is handed a microphone. She flicks ashes onto the mat, drawing more boos from the crowd.

Esmeralda von Krauss: Oh Olympia, dahling. You want to challenge little old me to a match? I came down to the ring and simply spoke some truths. You shouldn’t be in a SWAT ring. Apparently you couldn’t find your way around a Jrok ring either so you begged to come back here.

Your little friends tell you that I come around mocking you and your husband. Why would I want to do that? I put the truth into the air and let it come to your ears. Your husband is so low that he let that scum, Greg Adkins, defeat him in the ring and walk away as Phoenix champion. You lost to Kira Izumi? Who hasn’t defeated Kira Izumi? He is like, how you say, a doorknob, dahling. Everyone gets a turn.

Esmeralda walks around the ring, smiling at the different cat calls from men and a few women intermingled with the boos.

Esmeralda von Krauss: This is what you get from marrying a weakling man, Olympia. You get that weakness rubbed off on you. Do you think I’m mocking you when I am merely showing you the truth of yourselves. You and your husband are weak. Pathetic really. Sure, you can claim championship reigns, but who was the competition back then when you were champion? Were they people of import or no good scrubs like your husband? I would wager that your husband is so weak that he hasn’t even given you a child yet. Is that why you are so full of anger, dahling? He fills you with his weak seed that cannot give you childe? I can help you with that. Help you find a man willing and virile enough to give you the baby that you so crave.

I’m sure you need something of a test of strength first. Don’t you, dahling? You were talking about having a match with me. I am strong. I only gain strength from my husband, not weakness like you from yours. I will show you in the ring what it’s like to face someone like me. You say anyplace, anytime? I have a contract with Northern Pro Wrestling, dahling. Come find me and I will have a contract for you to compete at August on the Atlantic. I’ve already cleared things with Gus Arnold so all you have to do is sign the dotted line and I will show you real strength. I will show you the real destructive power that can be had.

Also, dahling. When you face D in the ring. You be sure to give him my love. He is strong. He would give you a strong child if you would but let him, though I would imagine that his woman might have something to say about that.

“Circus Apocalypse” by Vermillion Lies begins again as Esmeralda von Krauss heads to the back. Her challenge laid at the feet of Olympia.

[SWAT Team]

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

Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, hailing from Mumbai, India. Coming in at 5’11 and 219 pounds! RAJIV KHAN!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Raj looks pumped Fulton, could tonight be the night?

Andrew Fulton : No_chance Jerry.

In Da Club Instramental hits and Ruin slowly walks onto the rampway. He pauses and looks over the arena and crown and ring, then heads to the ring, all business.

Frank Salazar : And introducing his opponent, making his SWAT Debut … he hails from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and comes in at a whopping 6’10 333 pounds …. RUIN!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Referee Vick Mackey calls for the bell and Raj runs at Ruin but Ruin catches him with a big boot to the face,

Andrew Fulton : His music is still playing Jerry, does he think he is New Jack?

Jeremy Tucker : I don't know but Rajiv is rocked by that big boot and he slowly gets to his feet, Ruin is signaling its over already with his arm high in the air.

Andrew Fulton : It’s the universal signal for the Choke slam Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : He wraps his hand around the gullet of Rajiv and hoists him high into the air … CHOKE SLAM!!! Just like that!

Andrew Fulton : He said he don’t get paid by the hour and it looks like he meant it Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : Ruin drops for the lateral press cover …

One …….

Two ……..

THREEEEE!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : This one is all over already!

Ruin jumps on the 2nd turnbuckle and poses for the fans and they are blown away with the squash.

Frank Salazar : Winner of the match … RUIN!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Real impressive debut here for Ruin ...

Andrew Fulton : He looks the goods, but damn, next week at the Memorial show, he’s gotta go in there with Donzig! And that cat be cray cray!

Jeremy Tucker : It shapes to be one hell of a match! We’ll be right back folks ….

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(Olympia is watching the monitor as Glamourous Glenda comes up to her.)

Glamourous Glenda: "What do you think of Esmeralda's comments to you just now."

Olympia: "First off I challenged her first and since she seems to be a coward. I always keep my word of honor and never break my word. I said anytime and anyplace at any event.   So Esmerelda after I kick this D's ass in NPW I'm going to kick yours and I'm going to shove your Egyptian Cigarettes into your mouth and tape it shut before sticking that fancy gold cigarette holder up your ass. That is if you actually go through with the match."

Glamourous Glenda: "What about her personal swipes at you and your husband."

Olympia: "Frankly speaking I'm not going to dignify that upper class snob's comments.....Oh by the way there's going to be someone in NPW who's not going to in a pleasant mood. I'll let you guess Esmerelda or better yet let you sweat the answer."

(Olympia smiles mischievously before leaving as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[Soutter]

[Return to the make shift office in the back with Mad Dog Paul Soutter standing up from the desk and tightening his boots. He is wearing a KGB t shirt and with him in the room is his oldest friend and trusted bodyguard, Bruno.]

Soutter : This is what it’s about big man. Getting in the ring and taking bumps and cracking skulls. Will take the in ring action over the backstage BS every day of the week. And you getting back in the ring too, this is going to be great!

Bruno :It will be my honour to rough up Valentine for you boss.

Soutter : He is not to be underestimated. You know that as well as I.

Bruno : I know dawg. Thing is, I’m not going out there to win the match. That’s not my job. My job is to be muscle for you and the Bandits. My job is to make it so when he gets in the ring with you at the Memorial show, he won’t stand a chance.

Soutter : (rubbing his hands together in glee at the impending pounding coming Jonnie’s way) I know you will see to it that he won’t be at his best come the memorial, just as I will later tonight with Death Trap. He really got under my skin demanding matches with Armand, well, he should be careful what he wishes for, because he got it alright, but before that, he has to step in the ring with ME! The Big Bad Bustling Bandit!

Bruno : He isn’t to be underestimated either.

Soutter : I know it. I welcome it. (to the camera) See DT! Thing is, first and foremost, I am a fighter!

I like to fight!

It’s who I am!

You are a legend in the XHF! I know it! You came here with honorable intentions, to have the back of Radu. Thing is, he isn’t here any more, is he?

His body gave out on him, or his will? Either way, he couldn’t go anymore, you should take note and follow suit.

There is no shame in it, you have tried your best to fight his fight, but that is the thing, it is HIS fight, not yours! Why should you be the one to suffer? Are you that stubborn that you just close your eyes and hold your grip so tight that you can’t let go?

Sure you have had a few beatings from the Bandits and want to avenge them and think this is now your fight. Thing is, them beatings, they are never going to stop!

NEVER!

[Suit cracks his knuckles.]

This is our house! Tonight, at your beloved Networks Birthday showcase, it will be the Bandits who are showcased!

We got the World Champion Eddie D!

We got the Tag Team Champs Frosty and Armand!

Come the Memorial we will get the Amazons belt back when the Don Joanne Canelli brings it home from Canada and Isabel Rios!

We got control back!

We even got the best thing to happen here in the last year, Donzig on board!

We got it all! We will have the Trios belts shortly also!

And, after tonight, I plan to add your scalp DT to our trophy cabinet!

Bruno : I think we have another problem boss.

Soutter : Yeah?

Bruno : Frostbite.

Soutter : Ohh?

Bruno : He is on the edge. I have known him forever and I have never seen him like this. I think he is right and I should ride shotgun with him again, he is on the brink.

Soutter : (smiles) That’s just how we love him, totally unpredictable and capable of anything! Sure though, you are right and he could do with you watching his back some more.

Bruno : I’ll keep him out of trouble.

Soutter : Not too much. Like I said, I like him like this.

[Looks into the camera again.]

And Valentine! I got a little stip I want to add to our match at the Memorial. See, I know you have been unhappy that you have not been in contention for a title shot here. The thing is, that wasn’t personal. You just have been too divided in your time.

How on earth, can we with good conscious? Allow you the chance to be our World Champion again, when you are moonlighting all over the network, jerking the curtain in opening matches and losing to … well … pretty much everyone you are up against?

What would that say about our belt?

It would say the bottom of the barrel in Canada and Philly and anywhere bloody else can beat OUR World champion.

But I see you are not actively competing in any of them places anymore.

Faded away from Canada and have your Son fighting the fight in Philly. So ….

I am willing to add a caveat to our match.

If you beat me at the Memorial …. IF! Then, you will get a World title match.

If you lose though, you become 100% SWAT Exclusive!

Not just you, but your whole ensemble!

The Kid Evan!

Even Marsh and the Hounds.

The whole troop!

So?

You want the belt? You want a shot at the gold? You believe you can beat me and risk the tribe being locked down here?

The ball is in your court pal!

First though, you got to get past the Compton Colossal! And I like it like that!

[Dave D-Flipz]

Warren W. Webber: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here at the locker room of a man who is scheduled to go head to head with the founder tonight. It’s sure to be a crazy match. I’m going to try and get some time with the man himself, Death Trap.

*He knocks on a locker room door. We hear some scuffling and the door opens up. DT leans out with his signature bowler hat on his head. He smirks and opens the door.*

Death Trap: Triple Dubs! Good to see you after so long.

*Warren sighs as he remembers why he stayed away from the Main Attraction*

Warren W. Webber: Please DT, it’s Warren.

Death Trap: Ah stop being a stick in the mud Webby. Come in, come in! Can I get you a San Pellegrino?

Warren W. Webber: *Sighing* No no it’s fine. I’m here to talk to you about tonight!

*DT’s face slowly loses that giddiness and he looks very serious. He shakes his head*

Death Trap: Ya know, it’s important to have fun now and again. Being all work all the time makes you into an Armand. And nobody likes an Armand. Nobody.

Warren W. Webber: Er well, about that … you are being given the chance to finally put this whole thing with Armand to rest at the Memorial show.

*DT holds up his finger to pause Warren’s comments*

Death Trap: No. I’m being given a stage in which they expect to use every dirty trick to literally end my career. I’m being sent to my own funeral. And when I survive it and drop Armand on his head, in honor of my friend Radu, we ALL KNOW this will not end. Armand doesn’t do ends. He keeps going until it would hurt him financially and legally to keep coming at you. What I’m being given is a stage to show them all that I am above them. A showcase of the immortals if you will. Where I can prove to the KGB once and for all that the Main Attraction never ends.

Warren W. Webber: That’s … strikingly realist of you.

Death Trap: Dubs … I’m forty-one years old. I wasn’t born yesterday. If they keep letting Armand get away with all this shit, if they keep letting the KGB actually destroy career and nobody is getting sued … then they certainly aren’t going to stop them now. The KGB need to be contained, for the good of the sport, for the good of the XHF. And I can think of no better way to do that than to prove them wrong about me at every turn.

Warren W. Webber: I’m sorry what?

Death Trap: Armand has it in his head that I am just a man, out to do the impossible. Soutter thinks I am just a pest that can be squashed or broken and sent away. Like he thinks happened to Radu. And their new pet Donzig seems to think I am an evil fraud who thinks just like them but won’t admit it.

*DT shrugs*

Death Trap: You can’t teach this level of insanity … or cure it. But I can snap a little bit of reality into their dealings. This is a business. We are employees. There are ways you treat people in this country, and in Australia, and in Canada. And they need to be exposed. Donzig? He’s a dog on a chain, meant to be aimed at whoever the KGB wants beaten without reason. And that’s easy to deal with. Fox did a fine job of it at Overheated.

Warren W. Webber: I mean, Donzig is hardly someone you are worrying about.

Death Trap: Aren’t I? What happens literally every time I go out to wrestle for SWAT? They throw every clown and henchman they can at me to try and hurt me. To pretend like I am not the best damn wrestler in the company, by making me look bad, or lose matches. And honestly, even with all that fire power? I’m more popular in SWAT than ever, I’ve won more than I’ve lost. And that pisses the off. And that gives Armand pause. Because if I am as good as I say I am, then he really can’t do anything to me now can he? We fought in J-ROK and I went through a gauntlet. I was maimed. I was beaten. I was cheated. And … Armand tapped out to me. Superhuman isn’t it? No, no. But it should damn sure serve as an example that when I am put in a corner I fight my ass off to give the fans the match and show they paid for. And that means beating Armand in the ring, in front of his henchmen, in front of the fans, and embarrassing the fool the way nobody (except maybe Dominicus …) has before.

Warren W. Webber: Well that brings us to tonight. You were told that to get to Armand you have to get through Paul Soutter tonight. You originally were brought back to help Soutter here, and now he’s turned on you and rejoined the group he founded.

Death Trap: Cowards always run Triple Dubs. It’s a fact. When things get tough, tough guys chest up and face their problems. Like me. Cowards run, tail between their legs, crying to their buddies about how it wasn’t fair! And how they deserve more! They don’t wanna WORK for their accolades. They are too important! Paul Soutter … you showed your true colors. When faced with a malignant cancer in your own company, in the group YOU started … you turned tail and caught the cancer yourself. You buddied up and sold out everyone else. But see you are the owner, the founder. You have a DUTY to protect your company and your employees. You have an obligation to keep this insanity under wraps. And that scared you. So you turned your yellow belly and ran.

*DT throws his hat to the chair behind him and grabs the microphone for added emphasis, pulling Warren with him towards the camera as he hops awkwardly*

Death Trap: Paul, you fucked up. You fucked up harder than anyone before. And you don’t even care. What kind of a man, if you can call yourself that, are you? You’ve stood by while Radu Matei was crippled in your care. You’ve watched Jonnie Valentine be brutally assaulted and prevented from competing and earning is pay, week in and week out. You’ve watched Frostbite set people on fire, Rally Jackson harassing and assaulting people as if it’s all a big rib. IT’S WHAT YOU DO! You sit back … and you watch better people do your work for you. Be it fighting against these creeps … or being them. You SICKEN me. What kind of owner you COULD have been man. This company has been a stalwart in the wrestling scene for how long? And you are willing to risk that reputation because you can’t man up and stop the runaway virus you created and unleashed.

*DT releases Warren’s hand and Warren shakes it out before regaining his composure*

Warren W. Webber: So tonight you get the Founder one on one.

Death Trap: Oh stop being naïve Warren. I get a match with the KGB where the only guy I can actually pin or submit to end it is the Founding Fuckup himself. At the Anzac Cup, we saw what wrestling could be when allowed to actually transpire. Sure Mistress and I got screwed but look at the main event between the Rev’s and Bear-o-Dactyl. Look what Soutter could call his own if he got out of his own way and stopped fucking up. How many commissioners have we had? How many of them were crooked. How much money has the KGB or Zoran, or whoever, frittered away? Can we discuss the lost funds for the Amazons tournament? Mismanagement is the management style Paul employs here. It’s chaos and passing the buck.

*DT looks at the screen*

Death Trap: Paulie! I’m your answer right here. I’m the savior your company needs. The problem is? I’m saving it from you and your creations. Mark my words. Tonight, I will make you wish you didn’t choose to get your hands dirty. I am a goddamned legend in this business. I am a two time X*Crown champion. I am the name on your card that instantly sells out arenas. Me. I am the tool you could have used to rebuild SWAT and lay claim to the AWF’s relinquished spot as the jewel of the Network. But instead I’m the tool being used to save this place from being the turd of the network. Under your WATCHful eye and Armand’s rotten hands, the soul of SWAT has withered and turned to ash. Well the Main Attraction is here to purge the poison and save this company. And it starts with you.

Warren W. Webber: So you think it’ll be easy?

Death Trap: Please Warren, I am not one of those green rookies who doesn’t see what’s in front of him. I am not going to insult the man’s wrestling acumen. He earned that nickname. He is no slouch. I’m not gonna call him old or out of shape. After all, pot calling the kettle black. No no. I’m going into this expecting the big bad bruiser to bring his all. I expect this to be a bloody fight. I expect to use everything at my disposal … to dispose of Soutter. I want to see him tap out in front of me. I want him to KNOW I was the better man and wrestler. I don’t care how many clowns I have to go through. Hehehe, Hahaha, Sticky, Sir Monocle, Frostbite, Joanne, Eddie D, Bruno, Gabriel Tuck, or Armand himself … I will get the Founder to account for every fuck up. And I will make sure there’s plenty of him left for Jonnie Valentine to get his ounce of blood. Paul … unlike you, I don’t end careers. I want you to live with the knowledge that I could have. And then I want you to put on a show for these fans. And dance like the gorilla you are.

Warren W. Webber: Is that a prediction?

Death Trap: Haha no. That’s a promise. The Founder has to be saved from himself before he’ll let anyone save his damn company. And who better to being his account due than the man who took the X*Crown FROM SWAT. Who better than DT?

*DT shakes his head with a Kanyon flashback*

Death Trap: The fact of the matter is? The KGB … this week and next? Has stepped into their own death trap. And it needs to be this way. I will not stop. I will not quit. I will not rest. Until I am standing hand-raised. The fans cheering my name. The KGB laying beaten at my feet. I will not stop until the lesson is learned. And that’s a goddamned promise.

*Fade out*

[Dangerous Donna]

[Enter the Amazons locker room. Dangerous Donna is loosening up before her match in the 6 man tag. Glamorous Glenda entered the locker room and approached Donna for an interview.]

Glenda - Dangerous Donna! Can we get a few words please?

Donna - I have a few more than a few Glenda. Firstly for YOU! I have seen and heard everything you have said about me, who are you to judge me?

Glenda - I just call it like I see it.

Donna - Want to know how I see it? Ever since the day I stepped foot in this company, I have been embroiled in one scandal or another.

Osland and I got off on the wrong foot.

There was a miscommunication and he has explained himself and I believe him and we are trying to see what will happen from there. Teaming with he and Keith tonight, right on the heels of them winning the Anzac Cup, that will be the biggest match of my career.

Glenda - Indeed it will. Are you up to the task?

Donna - I believe that I am indeed. All I have wanted since the beginning was a shot. This is it and I have no intention of letting it slide.

Glenda - Team Fairtex are former SWAT Tag Team Champions and Olympia returning wants to do so with a bang and make an impression!

Donna - She would be better suited moving to a position as a history teacher. I don’t need to hear here recite her own version of the history of the Amazons. I watch the shows. I know who is who and let me tell you one thing Glenda … and this goes out to you specifically Olympia!

I am not here to listen to take your history class!

I am here, to kick your judo loving ass!

Glenda - Wow. What about what happened earlier with Sinclair? And then Ruin and Donzig?

Donna - Sinclair got in my face, she was about to violate me, I could sense it. She is as crazy as her … whoever he is … Donzig. Then what happened, Donzig walked into a brick wall in the name of Ruin, and did you see the size of that man?

[Donna’s eyes sparkle at the mention of Ruin.]

Glenda - And now you will team with Ruin against the Team of Donzig and Sinclair at the upcoming Memorial ppv. What are your thoughts on that?

Donna - Did you just see Ruin defeat the Taxi guy? I might not even need to get in the ring.

Glenda - Donzig will be a lot stiff competition than Rajiv Khan.

Donna - He would want to be. As for Sinclair. She is going to learn first hand that nobody puts their hands on me and gets away with it! NOBODY!

Glenda - If we could get back to you and Osland. Is it true he made you fly home alone so that he could take his newly won Anzac Cup home with him?

Donna - What? NO! Of course not. He told me there was a mix up with the tickets and I was rescheduled for another flight.

Glenda - Oh. And you believed him?

Donna - Why wouldn’t I? He has gone out of his way to make amends with me.

Glenda - What about his relationship with Vanessa Martinez?

Donna - She is his agent and nothing more. Its purely a business relationship. I don’t appreciate you trying to pry into my personal life or to create a wedge between Ox and I Glenda. This interview is over.

[Donna has a worried expression on her face.]

Glenda - Apologies, no intention to offend. I was only looking out for you. There you have it fans, Dangerous Donna with her game face on.

[SinclairGodfrey]

Katie Moss did not look at all happy as she stood in that familiar confines of the basement of another arena, and she frowns as someone has affixed a 'KGB' sign to the boiler room door. It is oddly perfectly centered, and she stares at it for a long moment before she jumps as a hand lands on her shoulder. She turns, blinking rapidly as she tried to catch her breath as Sinclair Godfrey stood there looking at her. The Baroness smirked, absently adjusting her long flowing coat as she was dressed in her ring attire. A tilt of her head, and she sniffs. 'Did you know Ruin is from Philly? Donzig is really starting to have a burning hatred for all things Philly.'

Katie Moss nods, and takes a deep breath before she speaks. 'I was hoping to get a word with you about that upcoming handicap match?'

Sinclair stared at her, and she shrugged before smirking. 'Well, Donzig and I came in third place at the Anzac Cup, so I imagine we will have no problem with Ruin and--' she rolled her eyes, and hid a laugh behind her hand. '--Dangerous Donna. I think they are the ones that should be worried, like I said Donzig is not really fond of Donna. And he is starting to despise anything assiociated with Philadelphia. So Ruin should keep his words soft and sweet, because Donzig is not happy. He doesn't like people calling him insane, Katie.'

Sinclair paused as if daring Katie Moss to contradict her, and the interviewer said nothing.

'Donzig is perfectly sane, everyone knows that. It is the rest of you that are mad.' Sinclair didn't seem to sure about that, but she glanced at the door before she tilted her head to look down at Katie again. 'Which brings me to Death Trap.'

'Oh, Death Trap had some harsh words for the KGB and their new pet--' Katie Moss fell silent as Sinclair laid a finger across her lips, and she arched a brow before she gave a slight shake of her head.

'The Pride of SWAT, the Pride of the KGB heard what Death Trap said. And Great Donzig is displeased, a dog on a chain?' Sinclair frowned, and she sniffed. 'I would be very careful if I were you, Mister Death Trap. You are an old man as you said, where as age has no meaning to a servant of the Void. You saw the lengths Fox had to go to defeat Donzig, and Donzig walked out of the arena with a smile on his face.' Sinclair paused, a shiver running through her at the memory. Then she shrugged, and resumed with a glare at Katie. 'You maybe used to henchmen, you maybe used to clowns, but the Trinity of the KGB is here now. And no one in SWAT, or the entire XHF is safe now.'

Sinclair tilted her head, looking at the camera before she hissed at Katie. 'That includes your colleague Webber.'

'So what about your match tonight?' Katie asked, and Sinclair blinked before she adjusted her coat with a lick of her lips.

'Match? As if this is a contest? Is Commandrix here to save Isabel Rios again? I don't think she is, but you know how the Dark Stars are.' Sinclair rolled her eyes, and then continued with a wave of her hand. 'I have been watching this arena all night, and I have not seen our Amazons Champion. I have not seen Isabel Rios, because clearly she knows that Joanne Canelli and I are here waiting for her. She knows that her reign is one step closer to ending, and she knows that we are going to beat her from pillar to post!'

Katie arched a brow. 'And Lucky Linda?'

Sinclair snorted. 'There is no luck in the Void, there is only destiny. Lucky Linda would be well advised to get better friends, and she needs to get ready because if she thinks Joanne and I are going to go easy on her? Or we are going to not want to cross the face of the Amazons division?' Sinclair made air quotes, and she frowned. 'She better think again, because we want Rios! And we are not going to let anyone get between us and her! That includes Commandrix, that includes Lucky Linda, and that includes anyone else who thinks they are a hero.'

Katie nodded, and the Baroness of the KGB glared at her before she lifted a hand as she continued. 'You see the boys? The boys are one thing. Armand, Soutter, Donzig, Frostbite, and Eddie D? I mean that is force to be reckoned with, but tell me--' Sinclair purred, a grin on her face as she leaned towards Katie. '--Joanne? Esmeralda? Me? The ladies? Who in the Amazons division is going to stop us? Who is going to get in our way? This is a new day, Katie. A new age, and sadly? Rios and Linda? They are the first victims of it.'

Sinclair snorted, laughing as she spun on her heel before disappearing down the hallway with a swirl of her long black coat. Katie Moss watched her go, lips pressed into a thin line as she shook her head. 

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Up next we have something special, Wrestling's Father Figure is returning to the ring tonight taking on Bruno.

Andrew Fulton: Is he Bruno... or Straight Dave?

Jeremy Tucker: Bruno. The bodyguard. Bruno. Jonnie is returning and Soutter's muscle is coming out of retirement to get a piece of him.

Andrew Fulton: Well then, are you ready for some man slamming action? Who's ready for an old fashioned heterofest?

Frank Salazar: Introducing first, weighing in at 375 lbs.... from Compton, California..... BRUNO!!!

<"Real Muthafuckin G's" by Eazy E kicks in over the PA system and Bruno powerwalks down to the ring ready to get the match started.>

Andrew Fulton: Oh, that Bruno. I could've sworn he died this year.

Jeremy Tucker: He is alive and well clearly.

Andrew Fulton: I wouldn't say well. He looks like he has seen better days.

(Greg the Assistant and "Leaping" Lanny Poffo come down to the ring)

(Greg, the Assistant takes the house microphone from Frank Salazar)

Greg the Assistant: (deep ring announcer voice) "Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to the XHF Arena here in beautiful Minneapolis, Minnesota for SWAT's Breaking Point! Regardless of its place on the card, this is Your Main Event Of The Evening. It is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit. Your referee tried to hang out with the boys once and passed out in piss pants in Donzig's room."

(The crowd cheers as Tommy Milligan yells at Greg the Assistant while Frank Salazar holds him back. Greg no-sells)

Greg The Assistant: "Introducing first, Jonnie Valentine's personal poet, Lanny Poffo!

(The Minneapolis fans cheer wildly as Lanny Poffo takes the microphone and reads his poem off of an index card taped to the back of a frisbee)

Lanny Poffo: "Dry those eyes,

There's no need to be concerned

Ratings and buyrates are going up

Cause Jonnie has returned!



It wouldn't be a Jonnie run

without destroying the KGB

But most of all he wants his belt back

From the poseur Eddie D



But first The World's Toughest Bodyguard

Or so he is professed

If Jonnie can't beat him with a dropkick

He'll get him with the drug test!



(The Minneapolis fans cheer and Lanny spins the frisbee out into the audience)

( "I'm So Happy" by The Salteens from Yo Gabba Gabba hits and Jonnie comes out dressed in a red tasseled jacket with "Wrestling's Father Figure" written in cursive lettering on the back. Red trunks and white boots with "JV" embroidered on them. Jonnie jogs down to the ring, slapping fans hands, doing a full lap around the front row. He finds an old lady or geeky teen singing his theme song, and he sings along with them. He pulls on the top rope to vault inside the ring and does the double guns to the crowd.



Greg The Assistant: "Hailing from The Hottest City On The Planet, Less So When He's Gone, Palm Springs, California! He stands 5 feet 10 inches tall, and weighs 234 pounds; He has been the boss of everyone standing in this ring; He is the former and future SWAT World Heavyweight Champion, He is SWAT's Top Guy; He Is The Bee's Knees, The Cat's Pajamas, and The Duck's Nuts, He's Taken All He Can Stands And He Can't Stands No More ...'WRESTLING'S FATHER FIGURE' JONNIE VALENTINE!!!"

(The Minneapolis fans let out an ear splitting pop as Jonnie Valentine makes his in-ring return to SWAT. He motions for the microphone and Greg hands it to him)

Jonnie Valentine: Hey, Bruno. How you been, buddy? It's been a long time. Look, I know it's a bad time, but HR is on me about how I never conducted your exit review. So I was wondering if we could do it now?

(Greg hands Jonnie some paperwork)

Jonnie Valentine: "Question one, why did you start looking for a new job?"

(Enraged, Bruno charges him with a big clothesline, flipping him end over end. The XHF Arena rocks with boos and Tommy Milligan signals for the bell)

::DingDingDing::

Jeremy Tucker: Ok, this should be a good one. They lock up and Bruno overpowers him and sends Jonnie right back down to the mat. Jonnie looks up at him stunned.

Andrew Fulton: I think he's afraid Bruno is going to eat him.

<Jonnie gets back to his feet, they lock up again and Bruno slams him down to the mat again and Jonnie falls so hard he backrolls over.>

Jeremy Tucker: Power personified.

Andrew Fulton: It's been a while since pro wrestling's sugar daddy has been in the ring. Not sure what to do with someone so large.

<Instead of going for a third lockup, Jonnie knees him in the stomach and puts him in a side headlock. As Bruno struggles to get free, he takes him over in a side headlock takedown.>

Jeremy Tucker: In amateur wrestling, we used to call that the cement mixer.

Andrew Fulton: In amateur wrestling? What were you in charge of running the timer?

<Bruno struggles to get to his feet in the hold and just as he does, Jonnie runs up the turnbuckle and brings him back down in the side headlock.>

Jeremy Tucker: Relentless with that headlock. Best headlock in the game.

Andrew Fulton: That's because most wrestlers these days do all the flippy flop stuff.

Jeremy Tucker: You sound like Jim Ross.

<Bruno eventually gets to his feet again and lifts Jonnie up and drops him in a giant atomic drop. Jonnie stomps his feet in place and holds his rear end momentarily before getting right back into it and taking Bruno over in an armdrag. Bruno slowly rolls over in it.>

Andrew Fulton: A second armdrag by Jonnie Valentine and all the up and down looks like it's exhausting Bruno. Jonnie finally rolls a third armdrag into an armbar and Bruno almost looks relieved.

Jeremy Tucker: He won't be relieved if his arm gets snapped!

<With the armbar extended, Bruno uses his strength to curl Jonnie in toward him but in an athletic move Valentine pops to his feet and stomps on Bruno's head.>

Andrew Fulton: I bet Bruno wishes he was still checking ids at that strip club. He was not ready to get back into the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: Jonnie sends Bruno to the ropes, drops down, and flips him over in a back body drop! Bruno slowly goes over but the impact of his landing was deafening!

Andrew Fulton: The ring crew making sure nothing got knocked loose.

Jeremy Tucker: Jonnie with the double underhook and takes him over with a suplex!

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KICKOUT!!!

Andrew Fulton: Bruno more disappointed then anyone that he kicked out of that.

Jeremy Tucker: Jonnie cross face chicken wings him and takes him over in a suplex but........ SPIKED HIM ON HIS HEAD WITH IT!!!

<Bruno rolls out of the ring, but Valentine relentlessly follows him. He goes up behind him and rams his shoulder into the corner post.>

Andrew Fulton: All he had to do.... all he had to do was his damn exit interview and all this could have been avoided.

Jeremy Tucker: Oh stop, how many pro wrestlers do you know do exit interviews? They just quit when they lose. The exit interview was a farce. Bruno took this match to soften Valentine up for Soutter.

Andrew Fulton: So far it hasn't been working. Well lifting a man that size and throwing him around like he is could throw out his back I guess.

<Jonnie grabs Bruno by the forearm and slams it over the guardrail. He grips deeper on the arm and smashes the elbow onto the guardrail.>

Jeremy Tucker: His arm is going to be permanently injured and for what?

Andrew Fulton: Forget about jacking off after those strippers give the complementary lapdances so that he looks the other way when they do extras.

Jeremy Tucker: You know a little too much about that stuff.

<Jonnie rolls Bruno back into the ring and spikes him with a single arm ddt.>

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KICKOUT!!!!

Andrew Fulton: BRUNO STAY DOWN!!

Jeremy Tucker: You seem invested in this man's well being.

Andrew Fulton: He told me after the match that he would give me the stripper phone numbers that offer takeout.

Jeremy Tucker: Fair enough.

Andrew Fulton: Teachable moment folks, take your exit interview.

<Jonnie sends Bruno to the ropes and lands a beautiful dropkick.>

Jeremy Tucker: That dropkick was picture perfect!!!!

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3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE GOT HIM!!

Andrew Fulton: No sex in the champagne room for Bruno.

Frank Salazar: Here is your winner..... PRO WRESTLING'S FATHER FIGURE JONNIE VALENTINE!!!!

(Jonnie takes the microphone.)

Jonnie Valentine: (breathing heavily) "Question two, Did you feel that you were equipped to do your job well?

(Bruno just lays there, recovering)

Jonnie Valentine: Bruno? Did you feel that I equipped you to do your job well? Hello? Did you think your work goals and responsibilities were clear? Come on, Bruno we got alot of these to get through. What suggestions do you have for the company? How could we improve?

(Jonnie gives up and tosses the exit interview paperwork on Bruno's chest, then rolls out of the ring and slaps the fans' hands back up the aisleway)

[sc4r]

| BURN |

## You know you're fighting in a losing battle
Making a noose out of your hollow crown
I hold a match up to your paper castle
And watch it all burn down ##

The scene opens with a bright blue, cloudless sky above us, greying and darkening as you look further towards the horizon. As the camera pans down, it becomes evident that we're situated on top of the XHF Network Arena. A jacketed figure leans up against small wall, a small cloud of smoke rises from in front of him. "There's a storm coming, more ways than one." Devon takes another hit from the vape, another puff of smoke rises in the air. "It's a damn powder keg and everyone's throwing sparks."

"I'm shocked you let the match yet." A female voice says from off to the side. Devon turns and sees Willa standing there the same as him. Elbows resting on the small wall, arms crossed as they hang over. "No.." he begins. "That's for someone else."

"Kapuea?" She asks. Devon just scoffs. "No. You don't need a match for something made out of papier-mâché."

"Ah. Is that why you attacked him after you lost?" She looks at Devon, expecting a response but receiving nothing. Not even a look. A long pause ensues between the two, Devon breaking the silence first. "Do you remember... why?" Willa looks at him confused. "Why.. what? I don't follow."

"Why you started wrestling."

"Oh." she says, her voice sinking slightly as she looks back at the skyline. "Best of a bad situation at the time. Served it's purpose. Got me out, got me where I needed to be. Why?"

"No reason, just curious. Don't think I had ever asked before."

"Ah." Another long pause ensues."

"I was wrong." Are the words Devon uses to break it this time. "That's why. I thought he was different. I thought... there was more in him. More fire, more fight. There wasn't. There.. isn't. He's about as hollow as they come. It's.. not what.. I wanted to do, but is what it is I suppose. He gets a title shot for his troubles I guess."

"Gonna guess you didn't stick around for the rest of the show." Devon shakes his no. "Oh you'll love who won the whole thing." Devon hangs his head and signs. "Williams and Osland."

"Yep."

"Oh they'll be fucking insufferable now. Williams already was but now... fuck."

"You know, I'm a little surprised he's hasn't come after that yet." She points down at the SWAT US title laying in front of Devon. "I figured it was a matter of time." He says with a shrug. "I guess ANZAC is something of a big thing so, I guess I was just on the back burner. How dare. Actually, I don't give a shit. He wants his rematch now that he's replaced his hollow crown, all he's gotta do is ask. I'll burn his fucking world to the ground too. I'll burn everyone's. It's been ages since I've had a war. I'm getting bored."

|FIN|

[vastrix]

Armand von Krauss is in his dressing room/conference room. He’s in his tailored business suit and sitting at his desk while smoking an Egyptian cigarette. Gabriel Tuck is pacing the floor in front of the desk, clearly agitated.

Gabriel Tuck: You should let me kill him. Do you know what he had put into my mouth?

Armand von Krauss: You had your chance to kill him and you failed. You think I just give out free chances to murder someone? I will handle him myself in the ring. Union Jack will pay for what he did to you as he was trying to do it to me.

Gabriel stops in his tracks, flailing his arms around in his anger.

Gabriel Tuck: I WAS set to kill him! I don’t know how the fuck he got the drop on me, but he did. He fucking polished an apple with a pair of bloody panties before sticking them the fuck into my mouth!

Armand chuckles, flicking ashes into an actual ashtray.

Armand von Krauss: You would think that you would be used to the taste of blood, though I suppose the type of blood you were tasting was a bit different.

Gabriel Tuck: A BIT DIFFERENT? What the fuck, man?

Armand von Krauss: You need to calm yourself before addressing me in such a tone. I threw you off of a bridge and onto a moving train once. Think not that I won’t do something more severe if you defy me again.

Gabriel looks to Armand, anger plainly claiming his psyche. Over the course of a few moments, he calms himself down and sighs.

Gabriel Tuck: Fuck. Right. Sorry, boss. I don’t know what I was fucking thinking.

Armand von Krauss: You were enraged at the thought of letting Union Jack live for the things that he has done to you. It’s fine. I would be so angry if such things had happened to me. I'll tell you what. Find Sir Monocle. I have a job for him. Something that may tip the scale in our favor. I don’t know what he’s doing or where he is, but send him back to me.

Gabriel Tuck: Gotcha, boss. I’ll have him back here lickity split.

Gabriel Tuck leaves the room and Armand von Krauss looks to the camera.

Armand von Krauss: Pequeno Dinosaurio and Union Jack. You may think that you’re going to lay claim to the tag team titles that Frostbite and I possess. You may even think that you have the ability to lay claim to the XHF branded tag team championships too. I assure you both that you do not have the ability to defeat me. You do not have the ability to defeat Frostbite. In fact, there’s the very real danger of Frostbite setting one or both of you on fire. Why he hasn’t changed his name fo Firebug, I will never know.

Pequeno Dinosaurio, you seek the respect and admiration of your father. What will he give to you after this defeat. Another defeat in a long line of devastating defeats. You didn’t manage to bring home the XHF Juniorweight title. You didn’t manage to bring home the Anzac Cup. You won’t bring home the title that I have. Oh what will dear father have to say about these shames? And hanging around the bad influence that Union Jack is? I dare say that your father will send for you to come straight home as opposed to coming to see you. He will want to train you for another debut in another company against lesser warriors that you might be able to defeat. Less fame. Less fortune. He might even want you to get into something more your speed. Maybe giving up a mask entirely and entering the workforce or do you think that you could still wear your mask while flipping burgers at a local burger joint while your father buries his shame under the weight of liquor bottle after liquor bottle.

Union Jack. There’s little to say about you. Let’s be honest. You piss away every opportunity laid out before you. I’m surprised you haven’t done something to get yourself fired from this place yet. You are scum and though you think you have some good wrestling abilities, you will never amount for more than a thug. You may as well join my crew and leave your little friend behind. I could use someone to replace Gabriel Tuck since you seemed to have gotten the better of him time and time again. That is the only way that you’ll gain any respect as a wrestler, as one of my henchmen. Hehehe and Hahaha will probably look up to you. They look up to almost everyone. They are that short.

In the end, neither of you will amount to anything but be marked down as another defeat by my hands or Frostbite’s hands. The KGB rules this roost and every other roost. It’s time you both understood that and became aligned with the picture.

[Union Jack]

Backstage in the XHF Network Arena, Union Jack is walking with purpose through the corridors, clearly looking for something... or someone. As he rounds a corner, he see's Warren W. Webber diligently directing backstage staff in their task of setting up a SWAT Interview set. Jack grins, waves a hand and calls out to Warren.

“Hey Whitaker!” Jack holds out his hand for a fist bump. Warren reluctantly complies. “Long time no see... Where you been?!”

“Where have I been?” Webber asks incredulously. “You told me that I had to stay away from you unless I was willing to split my paycheck with you because you are, and I quote, 'The only thing keeping me relevant around here anyway...' and you said you were 'Sending me to Coventry'... whatever that means.”

Laughing, Jack wraps an arm around Warrens shoulders, pulls him close and urgently shushes him.

“KEEP IT DOWN WARDLOW! YOU'RE RUINING MY BRAND, PLUS...” Jack looks around to make sure they are alone before continuing. “'NES'll KILL ME!”

“Jack...” Warren sighs “What is this about?”

“What do you mean what is this about?” Jack asks in shock “I have a huge match tonight! Surely that should warrant an interview Wilfred!”

“Eh sure, I guess.” Warren shrugs.

"So?! What do you think?" Jack asks, proudly extending his arms out to his sides.

“Erm...” Warren hesitates "Of what?"

"Seriously Weldon?!” Jack sighs in exasperation “My limited edition ring gear! You see, lots of Luchadores do this thing where we get special ring gear made for big matches and, well... it doesn't get much bigger than the SWAT Tag Team Championship so... this is mine!"

Filled with pride Jack does a twirl to show Warren his 'limited edition' ring gear. Momentarily silenced, Warren stares at Jack in confusion.

"Jack...” Warren hesitates again. “it looks like you used a pair of scissors to cut the backside out of your doublet..."

“EXACTLY!” Jack replies excitedly.

“But... Why?!” The confusion is apparent on Warren's face.

"Because, I'm gonna give Armand a Dirty Sanchez! Straight from the source Baby!" Jack flashes a huge, bright grin.

"A dirty San... What?!" Warren asks 'confused'.

"Oh sure, because YOU don't know what a Dirty Sanchez is right?!" Jack winks at Warren. "Okay, I'll play along... So, you know how a dog drags his ass on a carpet?!” Warren nods. “Well... woof!"

“Ugh!” Warren grimaces. “Jack! That's disgraceful!”

“I know!” Jack laughs.

“Jack... Did you learn nothing from those fines last week?!”

“Of course I learned something Wendell!” Jack says rolling his eyes. “I learned that you should NEVER wipe your arse with notepaper! My skid-marks have been red all fucking week! Seriously, I've got paper cuts where no plaster will ever stick!”

“Jack... I... I...” Warren shakes his head and walks out of shot leaving Jack stood alone laughing to himself.

"Catch you later Whitman!" Jack calls waving to Warren. 

[Donzig]

Warren Webber frowned as he stood in the empty pipe filled hallway under the arena, and he adjusted his tie as he looked around. Then he jumped as a hand landed on his shoulder, and spun around to find himself standing before the masked visage of Donzig. Donzig tilted his head, and a hand lifted to absently adjust the mask as he patted the man's shoulder. Warren stepped backwards, but the door marked with the KGB sign opened to let Sinclair Godfrey appear behind him. She folded her arms over her chest, and shook her head as Donzig motioned for him to proceed.

'Ah, Donzig. You--' Webber stammered to a halt as Donzig hissed, a hand lifting.

'Donzig is hardly someone you are worrying about?' he growled, and Webber flinched. Sinclair frowned, shaking her head as Donzig's hand slowly moved to wrap around his tie. He pulled him closer, and the mask loomed closer to Webber's face. Donzig's free hand lifted, and he lazily flexed his fingers as he held onto that tie. 'Once upon a time I would have hurt you for that Triple Dubs. I would make sure you spent the next week eating out of a straw for your insult, but now I am better. I know that the words of people like you? They don't matter to someone like me. You're a shadow, a remnant, a leech.'

Webber stammered, and reddened as Donzig twisted his fingers in the tie. 

'A parasite. And you infest people like Death Trap, and fill their heads with lies. With delusions, with weakness, but I am here now. I am here now, Warren, and I will purify even Death Trap in the cold darkness of the Void.' Donzig nodded, and he lightly stroked Webber's cheek before he shoved him back. Webber stumbled, and came face to face with the annoyed look of Sinclair. And Donzig shoved the mic back into his hands, and he purred. 'I will show Death Trap, he will see. I will help him, and before this is finished he will thank me. I have foreseen this.'

Donzig tilted his head. 'Ask Fox how I helped him see.'

Webber shifted nervously, and licked his lips. 'Ah, you have a match against Rally Jackson tonight.'

'Ah.' Donzig nodded, and then lifted a hand with a flick of his fingers. 'Everywhere I go, people talk about Rally Jackson. The Golden God. And I find Rally to be very amusing, he is quite funny. But--'

Donzig stepped forward, and Webber stumbled back as he hissed angrily. 'The Children of the Fall are not here for laughter are we?' Sinclair shook her head frowning as Donzig continued with a wave of his hand, shrugging. 'Rally Jackson and his little comments, and his desire to save the world from itself? They are symptoms, they are signs of weakness, of fear. Symptoms that you can not handle the coming Apocalypse, that you have heard the Song of the Pit and it filled you with dread. So you become weak, soft, and start watching for things to recycle! You start trying to track carbon, and trying to change what has been with words. But, but, but!'

Donzig paused, and then he snapped his fingers under Webber's chin. 'You can't change what has been! And all of that recycling, and carbon counting? It doesn't change what is at hand, it doesn't alter what is going to happen, and that is--' the masked head tilted, and Donzig shrugged. '--the inevitable. The world is dying, and no one can save it! We can only make sure that the world remembers us, and that is why I am going to take Rally Jackson into that ring? And I am going to make an example of him, I am going to batter him into a heap of flesh! And that will be a message to other people in this company, who think they have pulled a fast one!'

Webber looked confused, and he started to speak before falling silent with Sinclair leaned in to shake her head at him. A finger placed across her lips, and Donzig said nothing for a long moment. His thoughts else where, and then he lifted a hand to wave his fingers before he continued with a shake of his head. 'I have alot of anger to work through, and so I am going to take Rally Jackson to places he has never been! I am going to inflict violence on him, I am going to drag him kicking and screaming through the pit! And then the Scourge will stand over him, and he will know that the Bandit King did this to him!'

Donzig rolled his shoulders, and he shook his head as he started to pace. 'I am going to show Rally that there are no Gods in the Abyss, that there is only darkness. That there is only death!'

Webber nodded, glancing at Sinclair before he lifted his mic. 'So you--'

Donzig stared at him, and then he stopped to look at him before a hand lifted to point. 'I want everyone to bear witness as I give their precious Golden God just a taste of what I gave Fox, and I want people like Keith, and Death Trap, and Devon! To remember what I did here tonight, because everything that happens to Rally Jackson? That is on them, that is what that they made me do! And that reminds me--'

Donzig stepped closer, and he glared down at Warren Webber. 'Ruin! You are another one, you walked down that hall and stuck your nose in our business. And then like a simp, like some kind of white knight? You defended Donna? Donna? And then? You said I was insane? ME?'

Webber flinched as Donzig's voice rose to a scream, and Sinclair drew back a step with him. Donzig took a deep breath, a hand lifting to drag across the mask before he nodded slowly as he took another. Then he continued in that normal growl, shaking his head. 'No, no, no. That will not stand! I am the only sane man in this company, in fact? I think the rest of you are mad! And in the land of the blind? The one-eyed man is king, eh. So Ruin, I am going to have to teach you a lesson. And that lesson is that Donna is poison, toxic, and nothing but trouble!'

Donzig glared at Webber, and then he pointed down the hall with a tilt of his head. 'You can go now, Triple Dubs. Get out of my sight.'

[Kyle]

Sat behind a table with the Anzac Cup resting in the middle of it, Keith Williams is altering thank you Jesus signs by scrawling his name over Jesus' and distributing them atop the trophy. Dressed for his upcoming match, the Ultimate Kingpin has on his wrestling gear and Mueller face guard. A black tablecloth has been spread over the table that has a red ReVenants logo and Keith's name at the front. A handwritten list has been placed next to the Anzac Cup displaying the prices for a signature, photo, or both from the 2021 Anzac Cup winner.

Williams modifies a few more of the Christ items before taking a break, rubbing his wrist as if he's signed a thousand.

Keith Williams: "How nice of me, a two-for-one deal! You get a piece of memorabilia AND my signature!"

Fit enough to use his hand, Keith retrieves a few signs from the large stack he has on the table. Taking hold of his sharpie, KW briskly changes one.

Keith Williams: "It's a steal! I shouldn't be offering a combo and I am! Because I recognize that poor people only have so much money to spend. WWKD. What would Keith do? He'd embrace capitalism! Where can I find some cheap wristbands to get that printed on?!"

Looking up as if there's a lightbulb hovering near his head, the ReVenant proposes a follow-up idea.

Keith Williams: "Sweaty, achy back on the cross Keith. Bulldoze a rain forest, manufacture some of those, there's even more revenue! I'm full of great ideas!"

Sacrilege you can buy!

Keith Williams: "Pop quiz. How many teams did The ReVenants have to put down to win the 2021 Anzac Cup? Four! Four teams! A grueling one night tournament that resulted in yours truly and Double O winning it all! How many rolls of athletic tape were used to keep my back from giving out? Twelve! And still I persevered! Could anyone else? I doubt it!"

Grabbing several, Williams reduces the sign stack as he adds his signature to additional signs.

Keith Williams: "How appropriate that The ReVenants should land in another tag-team match with Dangerous Donna as a partner versus Team Fairtex and Olympia. A match to show how great our tag-team skills are? Okay, if you insist! It doesn't matter if you add one, two, three, four, five partners! The natural chemistry that Oxford Osland and Keith Williams possess is passed along like osmosis. When you're our partners, we have a hive mind that guides us towards success. Listen to it and it'll get you as far as the 2021 Anzac Cup winners!"

Tapping his head to insinuate his intelligence, Keith puts down the permanent marker.

Keith Williams: "You didn't meet us in the finals, Tong and Phantam, but we're facing each other anyways. The ReVenants have beat you before, but you continue to be a proving point for us. Former Anzac Cup winners and former SWAT World Tag Team Champions. Well, Ox and I have won the Anzac Cup, guess that only logically leaves the tag straps. Is it time for The ReVenants to hold the SWAT World Tag Team titles? Yeah, I think it is!"

Motioning around his waist where a championship should be, the Ultimate Kingpin has a final line for his opponents.

Keith Williams: "Once more, we'll prove why we're better and lay you out flat, Team Fairtex. Olympia, sorry you drew the short straw, that's how life goes sometimes."

A fan no older than thirteen walks over to browse what's available and picks up a thank you Keith sign.

Keith Williams: "That'll be fifty bucks, kid."

Throwing the sign back with the others that litter the top of the Anzac Cup, the troublesome youth sasses the entrepreneur.

Kid: "You're joking, right?"

Eyebrow arched from behind his face mask, Williams responds.

Keith Williams: "This isn't open mic night. Pay me or scram!"

Drawing a hand back to slap the kid, it's enough to scare them off as they run away. Lumbering into the picture from the concession stand, the two feet has caused the slobby fan to become gassed.

Slob Fan: "That runt doesn't know what he's missing out on! I'm your biggest fan!"

KW assesses the portly physique of the person in front of him.

Keith Williams: "I'm sure you are. Don't touch me."

Slob Fan: "I was there when you beat Eddie D for the SWAT Renegade Championship!"

Shuffling a wallet out of his pocket, the fat fan actually has cash to pay for a Keith sign. Wanting to work him for all he's got, the Ultimate Kingpin inquires about buying a second sign.

Keith Williams: "Yeah? That's cool. Don't you want to buy one for your girlfriend?"

Slob Fan: "I don't have a girlfriend."

Keith Williams: "Yeah... I know. Buy one for your mom then!"

The husky super fan waddles beside Williams and pulls out his phone to take a selfie only for KW to swat it out of his hand. Keith fetches his own phone, applying as many filters as he can, then snaps a selfie with the fan barely in the shot. KW turns his phone off and places it back on the table, not trying to confirm with the fan if it was a good photo.

Slob Fan: "Aren't you going to give me a copy of the picture?"

Keith Williams: "I'll uh... Email it to you. What's your email address?"

Slob Fan: "[e-mail]."

Keith turns his phone over, not bothering to unlock it as he pretends to enter the email into the device.

Keith Williams: "Got it!"

Focusing again on the promo he's left unfinished, Keith turns toward the camera.

Keith Williams: "The sky's the limit for Keith Williams and Oxford Osland in SWAT! Every obstacle we've come across we've demolished! I may not have a title at the moment like my partner, but it won't be long. We're watching the tag-title match tonight between The KGB and Bear O Dactyl, whomever should win... They know who their next defense is against. As the 2021 Anzac Cup winners, it's only fair that The ReVenants should have first crack. We've displayed our prowess as a tag-team and it's time we were further rewarded for our exemplary efforts."

Slob Fan: "Yeah!!"

Glaring at the fan that hasn't left, KW has a final line.

Keith Williams: "Step by step, the Ultimate Kingpin is making SWAT great again, as promised!"

Slob Fan: "Yeah!!"

All of his politeness depleted and money having been acquired, Keith is blunt.

Keith Williams: "Fuck off, fatty."

There's an awkward bit of silence as the Ultimate Kingpin stares at the morbidly obese fan and slowly they shamble away, breathing hard and sweating harder.