Breaking Point 2021 (Show)

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Coming up next we have a match for the SWAT United States Championship.

Andrew Fulton: And two men that were partners in the Anzac Cup tournament are now fighting it out for the gold..

Jeremy Tucker: Well the partnership certainly blew up with their second round lost, which is the reason for this match.

Andrew Fulton: You think so there Sherlock. Hey there are only winners after all they get the bigger purse you know that. The champion, I guess he picked the wrong partner.

Jeremy Tucker: He did not have to take it out on his partner, they lost and he should have moved on from it.

Andrew Fulton: Spoken like a true loser.

Jeremy Tucker: Who are you calling a loser? I do not drink loads of vodka before i come to work everyday.

Andrew Fulton: It helps relieve my stress levels, I have to work with you don't I. That is enough there to drive anybody insane.

Jeremy Tucker: Enough of this.. Frank, just getting started with the announcement for our next match.

Andrew Fulton: Oh, so we are taking our anger out on Frank. By the way, does he owe you some money?

Jeremy Tucker: Please Frank?

Frank Salazar: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SWAT United States Championship.

CROWD: YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Frank Salazar: Introducing first, the challenger. He weighs in at 180 pounds and hails from O'ahu, Hawaii here is Kaupena Yoon

"My Hawaii" by the Greens begins to play over the sound system as Kaupena begins to make his way out from behind the curtain as the crowd cheers very loudly.

Jeremy Tucker: Ah just calm music. Can you hear the waves. I wish I was a million miles away from you right about now.

Andrew Fulton: Wow, we must have some serious issues this evening. That reminds me, I need to pay off my timeshares down there.

Jeremy Tucker: You have time shares? I did not know that.

Andrew Fulton: I never told you because I did not want you to never ask me. You would probably beg me for days until I gave in and then you would go down there and destroy the place.

Jeremy Tucker: I would never do that. Besides, I still make the bigger salary then you do.

Yoon jumps over the top ropes as his music dies down.

Frank Salazar: And his opponent he weighs in at 216 pounds from Chicago Illinois here is the SWAT United States Champion, Devon D'Andre.

The Champion pushes back the curtains as "Lights" blast over the sound system as he takes in the crowd just booing away but it does not appear to be fazing the champion.

Andrew Fulton: The man has been on quite the roll since his debut here.

Jeremy Tucker: I would have to agree, I believe winning the United States title is just the first step for him. I can see him being a future World Champion.

Andrew Fulton: How much more do you make than me?

Jeremy Tucker: Why don't you have a talk with Paul about that, he signs the checks.

Andrew Fulton: That is not a bad idea, maybe he might give me a raise and then I can make more than you. I AM the voice of SWAT!

Jeremy Tucker: Most of the extra pay I get is truthfully for having to deal with you.

Devon steps through the ropes, as he takes off the belt and hands it to the ref has he hoist it high over his head as he hands it to the ringside attendant, as Devon music fades out. The ref calls for the bell..

DING
DING

Jeremy Tucker: The two circle each other as they get that feeling out process.

Andrew Fulton: One must wonder if being partners in the tournament might just give the other one advantage.

Jeremy Tucker: I am sure to some degree it helped.

Andrew Fulton: The two lockup as Yoon uses his speed as he goes in behind but Devon drills him with an elbow right in his jaw. Devon spins around and picks up Yoon and hits an over the head suplex. Devon goes over to Yoon as he pulls him to his feet and lays in a couple of knife edge chops right on his chest. He picks him up as he connects with a release german suplex.

Jeremy Tucker: Devon pulls Yoon to his feet once again, as he backs him into a near corner as he lays in a few hard knee strikes right into Yoon’s midsection. He pulls him out of the corner as Devon connects with a short arm clothesline. Devon drops down with a quick leg across Yoon's chest, as he goes for the cover.

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Andrew Fulton: Yoon kicks out. Devon pulls him up as he slaps on a rear chinlock.

Jeremy Tucker: Yoon just has not gotten out of the blocks as the champion has taken over from the start of the bell.

Andrew Fulton: If Devon had a better partner in the tournament maybe he would have won it. I guess we know who the weakness link was Jerry?

Jeremy Tucker: The two men get back to their feet as Devon picks him up, but Yoon slides down his back and goes for a school boy roll up.

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Andrew Fulton: A quick kick out by the champ. Both men quickly get to their feet as Devon tries to connect with a forearm but he misses as Yoon goes racing into the ropes as he springs off and connects with a diving headbutt. Yoon races back into the ropes as he springs off and catches Devon with a moonsault, he goes for the quick cover.

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2 …….

Jeremy Tucker: Devon staggers back to his feet as Yoon dropkicks him right into his knee. He races into the ropes and connects with a shinning wizard, he goes for another cover.

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2 …….

Andrew Fulton: The champ kicks out. Yoon jumps on Devon as he throws a series of rights and lefts as he jumps to his feet as he takes in the cheers from the fans.

Jeremy Tucker: Devon gets to his feet as Yoon goes up high into the air and comes down with a head scissors take down as Devon goes flying through the ropes. Yoon springs over the top ropes and catches Devon with a cross body block. Yoon jumps back to his feet, as he once again looks into the crowd.

Andrew Fulton: This is a huge mistake. He has Devon on the ropes.

Jeremy Tucker: Yoon picks up Devon as he slides him back into the ring. He climbs the top ropes, as he once again looks out into the crowd, but Devon recovers nicely as he jumps up on the top ropes as he catches Yoon with a superplex, but holds on as he rolls through and catches him with an falcon arrow, he hooks the leg.

1 ……….

2 ……….

Andrew Fulton: Yoon just kicked out. Devon pulls him back to his feet as he picks him up once again and connects with a double underhook powerbomb, he goes for another cover.

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2 …………

Jeremy Tucker: Yoon kicks out once again. Devon smiles as Yoon is down as he waits for him to get to his knees as he does he tries for a curbstomp, but Yoon just gets out of the way as he gets to his feet and catches Devon with an arndrag, they both get to there feet as Devon gets to his feet and Yoon catches him with a hurricanrana as he hooks Devon’s leg.

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2 …………

Andrew Fulton: The champ just kicks out. Yoon quickly pulls Devon to his feet, and grabs him by his neck as he climbs the top ropes and tries for a tornado ddt, but Devon puts on the brakes and pushes him off, Yoon lands on his feet as he races in Devon catches him with a huge spinebuster, as he goes for the cover.

1 ………...

2 …………

Jeremy Tucker: He pulls Yoon back to his feet as he picks him up and connects with an exploder suplex and the impact pushes Yoon right to the floor. The champ goes to the floor, as he waits for Yoon to get to his feet as he does, he races in and catches him with a spear that slams him back first into the guard rail.

Andrew Fulton: What a sickening thud?

Jeremy Tucker: Devon pulls Yoon to his feet and tosses him back into the ring. Devon pulls Yoon to his feet as he drops him back to the mat with a brainbuster as he goes for the cover.

1 ………..

2 …………

Andrew Fulton: Somehow Yoon just got his shoulder up. Devon waits for Yoon to get back to his knees as he does he races in and tries for another curbstomp, but Yoon just gets out of the way, as he gets to his feet and he catches Devon with a swinging DDT. Yoon crawls over for the pin.

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2 ………..

Jeremy Tucker: Devon kicks out. Yoon goes on the outside as he stands on the ring apron, as he waits for Devon to get to his feet as he goes he springs up and over the top ropes but Devon catches him with a huge superkick, as Yoon drops to the mat. Devon races into the ropes and connects with a curbstomp.

Andrew Fulton: I guess the third time was the charm with that hold.

Jeremy Tucker: Devon pulls Yoon to his knees as he measures him for something and connects with The Ringing Nail, a huge spinning kick as Yoon falls face first back into the mat. Devon goes for the cover.

1 ……….

2 …………

Andrew Fulton: I do not believe it, Yoon got his foot on the bottom rope. What a huge break for him.

Jeremy Tucker: I think that just made Devon really mad. Devon picks up Yoon as he grabs him up in an attempt for what appears to be the White Night, an half and half suplex, but somehow Yoon rolls out of it as Devon turns around he gets caught with a superkick that catches him by complete surprise.

Andrew Fulton: Yoon looks around as he races to the outside and climbs the top ropes. He comes off, but in complete shock, it appears he was trying for a 450 splash, but Devon times in perfect and connects with Pure Gold 1, a cutter.

Jeremy Tucker: He drags Yoon’s lifeless body into a near corner, as he measures him and connects with Two The Morgue a hard running knee strike. He quickly pulls him up as he gets him up, as he connects with Pure Gold 3. He goes for the cover.

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2 ………….

3!!!!!

Frank Salazar: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND STILL THE SWAT UNITED STATES CHAMPION, DEVON D'ANDRE.

Andrew Fulton: A nice win there for Devon as he holds onto the title as Yoon gave him everything he could handle.

Jeremy Tucker: I have to agree, very convincing win to the champion and boy did Yoon hang in there..

Andrew Fulton: But in the end he was outmatched by ther champ and it was only a matter of time before he put him away..

Devon celebrates his win in the ring as we head for a quick break in the action.

[frostbite]

#BACKSTAGE #

As for quite a surprise here which we must admit it is a first we are just outside the ref's locker room, the door looks as though it has a little wear on it as you can tell that it just might well fall in and a complete hazard because of the wood sticking it on certainly spots which would be a nice cause to get some splinters. We slowly pushing open the door as we look to the left we see a couple of the refs sitting on a green bench with a green card table right in between them as it appears that might be playing a game of poker as we see a few dollar bills in the middle of the table. One ref on the left hand side of this table appears to be doing real well at this moment as it appears that he is raking in the dough. He has a set of cards in his hand as we looks over them with a serious look in his brown eyes and then back at his cards as he focuses on what he has, our cameras move in behind him as we see that he has a full house.

Jeremy Tucker: Ah it seems like Jay there has a winning hand, and it appears that he is doing quite well for himself.

Andrew Fulton: First off. why are we back in the ref's locker room? And second off, Jay is not that good of a poker player, I have beaten him several times.

Jeremy Tucker: I did not know you play poker with Jay?

Andrew Fulton: He is my cousin's ex-wife, brother in law.

Jeremy Tucker: Say what?

Andrew Fulton: It a long story. I felt sorry for the guy and I got him a job here.

Jeremy Tucker: So you do have a heart after all?

Andrew Fulton: Do not tell anybody or I will have to beat you.

Jeremy Tucker: Ah, I believe you just told million of people out there.

The ref on the other side of the table is looking down at his hand as he has a straight in his hand. He looks over at the other ref with an intense look in his green eyes, as he looks down at his money, which does not appear too much left, but he feels quite sure of himself as he pushes whatever cash he might have left in the middle of the table. In the meantime, we look around this locker room and it appears to be very small.

Jeremy Tucker: I understand it use to be a janitor closet years ago but they turn it into a locker room.

Andrew Fulton: And how did we get this information? Even though it is rather useless to me.

Jeremy Tucker: I talk to the owner of this building before he went on air. Again Andrew that is why Paul pays me more money than you.

Andrew Fulton: We will see about that?

Jeremy Tucker: And again, I told you that in my contract, I will always make more money than you. Do you ever listen to anything I have to say?

Andrew Fulton: What did you say? Did you say something? I am sorry, i was talking this ringside attendant, I just wanted to know if you could grab me some chips and salsa.

Jeremy Tucker just throws his arms up.

We focus on one ref who is standing a few feet away from the others that are playing poker, as he is getting his black and white stripe shirt on and then adjust his black pants. He looks inside well if you want to call it a locker, looks like a self with a picture of a lovely young red headed lady wearing a purple dress and black shoes. The young ref is standing in the middle wearing a red polo shirt with blue jeans, and he has a young long black haired girl who might be five if or take wearing a pretty light blue dress with white shoes, with a smile so wide it would light up any room. He reaches up as he grabs a gold locket with the same pic of his family as he looks at it as he closes it and puts it around his neck.

Jeremy Tucker: Nice family, Rich is quite a lucky man.

Andrew Fulton: So you are going to tell me that you met them as well.

Jeremy Tucker: Had dinner at their house last week.

Andrew Fulton: And how come I was not invited.

Jeremy Tucker: Nobody likes you, have you not figure that out by now.

Our cameras move back as the ref slams down his cards as the ref that had the full house reaches across the table and takes the money.

#BAM#

A loud noise is heard as somebody has flying into the room and goes right for the ref that was at the self, from the cameras we see it is a short blonde hair person right behind Rich, he spins him around as Rich eyes just about to pop out in the back of his head. This person is wearing an black and red KGB tee shirt with faded blue jeans and black boots. This person grabs Rich right by his shirt.

Jeremy Tucker: What in the hell is Frostbite doing in there and going after Rich?

Andrew Fulton: If my memory serves me correctly, was Rich the ref that made that three count as Frostbite did pin a member of the Hellhounds and then the match was restarted.

Jeremy Tucker: I believe you are right?

Andrew Fulton: And who does not pay attention around here.

Frostbite pushes Rich up against the gray wall still with his hands around his collar.

Frostbite: Listen you son of a bitch. You cost me a chance at winning the cup. I had the man pinned, I drop him on his head and he was down for the three count and you for some reason who decided to restart the damn match.

Frostbite looks up as he sees the picture of Rich's family.

Frostbite: Did the Hellhounds pay you off? Does your worthless family need the money and that is why you screw me and the KGB over.

Rich: Ah........

Frostbite cuts him off.

Frostbite: Do not say a word. I understand you are going to ref, myself and Armand tag team title defense. Well let me very clear, you do not better screw me or Armand over tonight because if you do.

Frostbite reaches up as he grabs the picture of Rich's family from the shelf and takes it down.

Frostbite: Because if you do not call it right then your family just watch you burn today. Do I make myself crystal clear?

Rich: Ah.......

Once again, Frostbite cuts him off.

Frostbite: You owe me and Armand an apology for your screw up and you also owe the entire KGB the same thing. You are quite lucky Paul is a forgiving man as he allows you to keep your damn job, but you owe the boss a apology as well. M

Frostbite reaches into his back pocket as he pulls out a lighter, and he looks at Rich's family picture. He lights it.

Frostbite: Well, I am waiting for you to say something and I do not have all day.

Rich: I am sorry sir.

He looks at his family pic.

Rich: Please do not set the picture of my family on fire. I did what you ask.

Frostbite: You owe the rest of the KGB and Paul an apology as well, so I need you to come with me.

Frostbite grabs Rich by the back of his neck as he is about to lead him out of the locker room.

Frostbite: How rude of me. I will give you for family picture back.

It appears he is about to, but instead he sets the pic on fire, as Rich looks in horror.

Frostbite: I forgot you owe one person an apology and that is my love.

He reaches into his pocket as he pulls out his cellphone as he holds it in front of Rich who is in a state of shock.

Frostbite: You are going to tell her that you are sorry for costing us that match.

Frostbite tightens his grip around the back of his neck.

Frostbite: Say it to my love damn you.

Frostbite reaches for the locket around Rich's neck and rips it off, as he opens it up as he sees the same picture that he just burned.

Frostbite: I am waiting for that I am sorry to my love.

Frostbite looks at the locket.

Frostbite: So help me God, I will burn this locket right in front of you.

Rich: I am sorry.

Frostbite looks at his phone with the SWAT World title as its pic base.

Frostbite: What is that my love? You think he is sincere.

He nods his head.

Frostbite: You are quite lucky that my love forgives you.

He shakes his head.

Frostbite: But I am not.

He takes the lighter as he puts it right up to the locket as he begins to burn it as once again Rich looks in horror, as he continues to squeeze really hard on the back of Rich's neck as he pulls him toward the door but Bruno is standing there right in the doorway.

Frostbite: What are you doing here? This man needs to apology for his mistakes.

Bruno walks over as he takes Frostbite hand from around Rich's neck.

Frostbite: Come on Bruno this guy must pay.

Bruno gives him a stern look.

Frostbite: Alright I got it. You think he has gotten the message.

Frostbite is about to leave the room but he walks over to the card table and quickly grabs the money, as he turns toward Bruno and hands him the money.

Frostbite: That is there gift to you for saving all there asses.

Frostbite walks out the room with Bruno right behind him, as he is counting the money as our cameras catch the locket in the floor melting away as Rich is still in a state of shock as the other ref come over to help him.

Jeremy Tucker: Has Frostbite lost his mind. How can somebody go into a locker room and do that to an official of this company. He should be fired on the spot.

Andrew Fulton: I do not think Paul is going to fire Frostbite.

Jeremy Tucker: That is the problem, people like Frostbite can do whatever they want and will not get punish for it all because he is part of the KGB.

Andrew Fulton: Call it perks of the job.

Jeremy Tucker: I can not believe he took a burn not only the locket but the picture as well.

Andrew Fulton: Well it is good thing Bruno step in when he did or things might have gotten worse.

Jeremy Tucker: Frostbite is going over the edge, he wants to be World Champ so bad that he will do anything to achieve that goal he has gone completely mad.

Andrew Fulton: And you heard the boss earlier he likes him like that. If Frostbite is in this frame of mind there is not too many that will stop him.

[edwarddubin0604]

(Psychotic Goth is sitting on the floor with one arm on his knee and laughing lightly. He stares into the camera smiling in his usual way that only he can smile.)

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight a battle was fought and I prevailed in this titanic struggle. David Vector you did will and you held your own and that is a quality I respect and admire. Everyone says that you were subjected to a beatdown but I say you were tougher than expected and that's something that's admirable in a rookie. Keep up the good work and remember from this moment forward you have to now work even harder and improve yourself. This is considered the big time now and you will be known now. I wish you well David Vector in future in SWAT. Will we meet again. Maybe we will and maybe we won't. That's for the promoters to decide. for now I wish you the best.

(He gets up and leaves as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[SWAT Team]

<We fade in backstage to a closeup shot of he Anzac Cup. We slowly pan out to reveal "The Golden God" Rally Jackson staring at it with a deranged look.>

Rally Jackson: Tear it down.

Tear it down! Tear it down! Tear it down!

This statue represents oppression, it represents the patriarchy, and it represents the institution that only allows the elitists to succeed. It is a symbol of privilege. It is a symbol of fragility. It is a symbol of _*SWAT*_.

It _must_ come down.

::turns to Bryan Gordon::

Rally Jackson: Combatilorian, help me tear down this statue.

<Rally stretches his legs, drops to a squatting position and really starts throwing his back into lifting the Anzac Cup up.>

Combatilorian: Uhh, Rally? It's not a statue. It's just a trophy.

Rally Jackson: ::stopping:: Oh. ::stands back up straight:: I knew that.

It's still everything I said it was, though. Even if it isn't a statue. So something must be done about this symbol of hatred and supremacy.

Combatilorian: Didn't you say you had to take a shit?

Rally Jackson: No, I said this fascist building needs a gender neutral bathroom. But yeah, I do.

<Rally hops onto the Anzac Cup, pops a squat, and does to it what so many hookers have done to him in the past. And he just had Starbucks, they are woke enough for him this week. The gluten free soy latte he consumed with a paper straw begins to drizzle down and down. Then we fade out.>

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : And we are back. Coming up next we have ‘The Golden God’ Rally Jackson ….

Andrew Fulton : A freshly relieved Golden God Rally Jackson, Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Well, yes. That was, errrr, something. And he is hooking it up with ‘The Harbinger of Death’ Donzig.

Andrew Fulton : The KGB’s own Harbinger of Death Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Yes. The KGB’s own. That was something also, he joining up with the Bandits in Canada.

Andrew Fulton : We have never been stronger.

Jeremy Tucker : You say that every single week! And again, YOU are not one of them!

Hate or Glory" by Gesaffelstein hits and Rally Jackson makes his way down the ramp way. He is taking his time and looks seriously out of shape, he gets in the ring and struts around in a confident manner and then cracks his own neck and the ref approaches him and starts patting him down.

Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE fal l…. introducing first, hailing from Rio de Janeiro. Coming in at 6’1 and 300 pounds .... representing the Society of the New Breed .... THE GOLDEN GOD ..... RALLY JACKSON!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Jackson looks at the fans in disgust and swigs his water.

Andrew Fulton : He looks lighter Jerry, maybe 2 pounds after that Starbucks just got transported to the Anzac Cup!

Jeremy Tucker : Never before have I witnessed such an act of disrespect! The Anzac Diggers of old will be rolling in their war memorial graves!

Andrew Fulton : Cool ya jets Jerry, he had to go and it's only a symbol of privilege as Rally said.

The light go down, and then come up an angry red. Flames explode from the eithr side of the ramp, jets and bursts of flame erupting into the air. Donzig walks from the back, wearing his skull mask with his hood up. He pauses, glaring out across the crowd before he shakes his head before walking down the ramp slowly. He circles around the ring, still watching the crowd before pausing to watch the announce team before he climbs the stairs. He stops at the ropes, reaching up to shove his hood back before stepping through the ropes. Then he takes off the mask, and shakes his head at the fans with a scowl before he leans back in his corner. Arms resting on the ropes while waiting for the match to start

Frank Salazar : And introducing his opponent … he hails from Pittsburgh, PA and comes in at 6’ 215 pounds …. Representing the KGB! The Harbinger of Death! DONZIG!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Referee Vick Mackey calls for the bell and we are underway! Donzig charges at Rally, and Rally just fats him away, Donzig bouncing off him to the mat.

Andrew Fulton : Fats him?

Jeremy Tucker : Yeah, he just sorta road blocked him.

Andrew Fulton : Donzig bounces angrily to his feet and Rally hoists him up in a fireman's carry into a slam.

Jeremy Tucker : Donzig has serious anger issues. Rally goes to drop a leg on Donzig but The Master of the Void rolls out the way and nails a middle rope lionsault!

Andrew Fulton : Donzig stomps away on Rally and then locks on a single leg Boston Crab.

Jeremy Tucker : Rally counters and takes Donzig over, he is a jiu jitsu expert and lays Donzig face down on the mat, lays down on top of him, and sinks in a rear naked choke

Andrew Fulton : Donzig hisses and Mackey checks the hold and says it's legal.

Jeremy Tucker : I still can not believe that Rally would drop one in the Anzac Cup, I am actually mortified by this.

Andrew Fulton : You are? Imagine how the ReVs feel about it?

Jeremy Tucker : I can’t even.

Andrew Fulton : Rally releases the choke and clubs the side of Donzigs head and then delivers a crunching rib breaker!

Jeremy Tucker : Donzig is under siege here from The Golden God. Rally is a two time SWAT Heavyweight champion and Donzig who has been most impressive thus far since coming to SWAT is right now learning why Rally is one of the greats.

Andrew Fulton : Donzig gets on the offensive and executes a high knee strike! He is growing on me this guy.

Jeremy Tucker : I bet he is, after he threatened you and you damn near pissed your pants, you would say anything he wanted you to.

Andrew Fulton : That was just a misunderstanding Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Short arm clothesline from Donzig and then a big spinebuster. Covers.

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Two ……

Andrew Fulton : Kick out by the Golden God!

Jeremy Tucker : Rally with a Big Bertha bomb and then a big Earthquake splash!

Andrew Fulton : That’s Ertquake if Dino is taking Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Rally sits on Donzig for the pin.

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Two ……..

Andrew Fulton : Kick out by Donzig. I hope Rally wiped.

Jeremy Tucker : Will you!

Andrew Fulton : Donzig with a neckbreaker on Rally.

Jeremy Tucker : Follows up with the 25:17!! (Unprettier) That’s gotta be it.

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Andrew Fulton : No! Rally got a foot on the rope!

Jeremy Tucker : Donzig can't believe it! He is getting in Mackeys face, and Mackey not having a bar of that, telling him he is the ref and in charge here.

Andrew Fulton : Rio Special!!! (koppo kick)

Jeremy Tucker : Rally then whips Donzig into the corner and nails a big cannon ball!

Andrew Fulton : STINKFACE!

Jeremy Tucker : Rally with the Starbucks Stinkface! Donzig is spitting in disgust! I think I am going to heave!

Andrew Fulton : Keep it together Jerry! Be a professional! Rally pays for women to do these things to him for Pete’s sake.

Jeremy Tucker : So do YOU! BLACK MIST!!! Donzig with the Black Mist in the eyes of Rally!

Andrew Fulton : I am surprised it wasn’t brown mist after that stink face!

Jeremy Tucker : Reverse DDT by Donzig. He is feeling it and screams to the crowd …

Donzig : ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!!!

Andrew Fulton : I am!

Jeremy Tucker : You pussy. He really rattled you didn't he?

Andrew Fulton : I just am warming to him.

Jeremy Tucker : Right. Facebreaker knee smash from Donzig, POP UP POWERBOMB! NOOO!!

Andrew Fulton : Rally is too big!

Jeremy Tucker : What’s this? Keith Williams charges the ring and grabs Rally. K-DRIVER!!!! (Emerald Flowsion.) And Mackey is calling for the bell, what the hell?

Andrew Fulton : Keith is enraged! He has a mic and is standing over Rally.

Keith Williams : You want to shit in OUR Cup! Rib boy! You want to mess with the Great White Terror?

[Keith stomps on Rally.]

Keith Williams : Time to face the music. Come the Memorial! It’s you and I! And not in some maytch.

Oh No!

We are having and Iron Man …… RIB OFF!

I will beat you at your own game! And rub your stinking face in it!

Jeremy Tucker : A rib off? What’s that?

Andrew Fulton : We’ll see come the Memorial Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : DONZIG STUNNER! DONZIG STUNNER!!!

Andrew Fulton : Donzig just Stunned Keith Williams!

Jeremy Tucker : Wow!! Donzig snarls and slides out of the ring and storms up the ramp way as the bell is ringing over and over.

Andrew Fulton : I don’t blame him. Keith just screwed up this match!

Jeremy Tucker : Donzig is unstable! He is creating issues with half the roster!

Andrew Fulton : He don’t take shit Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : No, neither does Keith, not in his Anzac Cup at least. We’ll be back shortly fans.

[Lucky Linda]

[“We are joined now by Lucky Linda La Fey” says Glamorous Glenda. Her and Linda are in front of an Amazons Banner and Linda is wearing her ‘Wanna Get Lucky’ t-shirt. “Linda, tonight you team up with Isabel Rios against the KGB’s Joanne Canelli and Sinclair Godfrey.”

“Top of the morning to you Glenda” Linda grins enthusiastically “That is quite true. What a match it is going to be. The Amazons Champ, Rios and the Amazons Heart and Soul. La Fey. teamed together agaisint the stinky Bandits.” Linda holds her thumb and finger over her nose blocking the smell,

“Do they really smell?” asks Glenda.

“To high heaven lass.” Linda fans her face, waving the stench away, then whispers to Glenda “Especially the girls. Too be sure they have a rank all of their own.”

“Speaking of stink.” Linda continues. “How about that slime ball Rally Jackson. He desecrated the Anzac Cup! The Anzac warriors fought and gave their lives so that we could live ours the way we do today, and what that man just did” Linda tries to calm herself, she is clearly disturbed by this “Let me tell you Rally. There is heat. And there is cheap heat. And then, there is THIS! This is unacceptable! This is an outrage. You want to get under the ReVs skin. Good luck with that.” Linda sighs deeply. “They and you deserve each other. But! But one day you will pay for what you just did! And not in some silly Rib Off competition.”

“We have had enough of your games. I remember you sending me silly text messages from Paul’s phone” Linda chuckles, a hearty laugh. “You were not the first to try and come between us so, nothing happened the first time. Nothing that time, but for THIS! For THIS something WILL happen” Linda glares at the lens “For THIS you will suffer! Karma's a bitch and her names the SWAT faithful and we are coming to get you!”

“I almost feel sorry for him, almost” says Glenda.

“Well then toughen up sista!” Linda says sarcastically. “This is SWAT! As just witnessed, we have the vilest of the vile … but …. We also have the toughest of the tough and goodest of the … good!?” Linda grins. “Last year we all united with El Combatiente to stand as one and say no more and I see this day returning.” Linda stands up straight. “This is the home of the Good Guys! We are making it cool again to be good, and it doesn’t matter if it's the smelly Bandits. That pig Rally Jackson or the ReVs. We got the Blackpool Bombshell and myself. She could well be world champion come nights end. We got Death Trap! A legend of the industry who doesn't back down to anyone. We got the lunatic that is Goth! A former World Champion and man of integrity, he knows who he is and he doesn’t waiver from that for anyone! We got Jonnie Valentine! A pioneer in this world! We got Bear O Dactyl! We got the Amazons Champion Isabel Rios! So bring it on bad guys. We got something for ya!” Linda looks the epitome of determination.

“Speaking of Rios. You may be teaming with her tonight but you have also let it be well known you want a shot at her and that Amazons gold” says Glenda

“You know it Glenda” states Linda. “Anyone who walks through the front door should aim for no less. That opportunity will come my way. I know it, I am a former two time Amazon Champion and aim to make it three. That is nothing personal against Rios. She is a fine Champion of her own right and this is her time, I will team with her tonight and give it my very all, as I do each and every time I step through that curtain and enter the ropes. I will have her back and I'll tell her to her face that I am coming for that gold.”

“That’s very bold of you” states Glenda

“She would have it no other way. Others would say they have her back and then stab her in the middle of it. I know it, I have felt that knife myself. I don't roll that way Glenda. Don Joanne Canelli! Baroness Sinclair Godfrey! You are about to step in the ring with two of the greatest Amazons to set foot in this company, so you got to ask yourself a question before that bell rings. Do you feel lucky? Well? Do ya? Punks?

[SWAT Team]

The UFC Remix hits and Tong and Phantom Fairtex make their way onto the ramp way. They are both wearing Team Fairtex singlets and psyching each other up, they high five the fans and do a few poses for them up and then go over some last minute plans.

Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from Bangkok, Thailand. Coming in at combined weight of 470 pounds .... TONG AND PHANTAM FAIRTEX!!!

[The fans pop, and the pair make their way into the ring.]

Andrew Fulton: Team Fairtex looking strong, trying to build momentum going into Night of Champions with a win over the Revenants! Like that is going to happen.

Jeremy Tucker: Their partner, Psychotic Goth looked strong tonight against the rookie David Vector.

Frank Salazar: And their partner hailing from Olympia, Washington. Weighing in at 135 pounds, she is Olympia!

["Olympic March" plays as the tron shows the American Flag which transitons to the Olympic Flag that shows the name Olympia.]

Red, white and blue flares go off as Olympia appears on the stage head lowered and stands there. She raises her head and starts marching slowly to ringside removing the American Flag and folding it respectfully before doing the same thing with the Olympic Flag. She hands them to the ring attendant and enters the ring. She bows in all four directions in respect to the fans before removing her Olympic Jacket and gold medals before testing the ropes with an intense and merciless expression on her face.

Jeremy Tucker: Olympia returning to SWAT, and this red hot Amazons Division.

Frank Salazar: And their opponents, first representing the Revenants. He is Keith Williams!

R-E-V

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



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

Jeremy Tucker: What is a Rib-off anyway?

Andrew Fulton: I'd worry less about the rib-off and more about the growing issues between Donzig and Keith.

Jeremy Tucker: Speaking of issues, Sinclair Godfrey has some problems with the Revenants' partner tonight Dangerous Donna. Problems that involve the newcomer Ruin now.

Keith smirks at Team Fairtex, leaning in the corner.

Frank Salazar: His partner, representing the Revenants! He is the SWAT Television Champion! He is Oxford Osland!

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

He bumps fists with Keith, watching Team Fairtex before Frank continues.

Jeremy. Tucker: The Revenants in full force, the winners of the 2021 Anzac Cup! Looking for a win before rolling onto Night of Champions.

Andrew. Fulton: Winners of the XHF Trios titles!

Jeremy Tucker: What happened to the KGB?

Andrew. Fulton: Who says you can only pick ONE winner Jerry?

Salazar: And their partner, she is Dangerous Donna Fleming!

Dangerous by Roxette hits and Donna makes her way out to the ring, pausing and posing on the rampway, then saunters down there and sexily enters the ring, hovering between the ropes before entering and looking down on the fans in contempt.

Jeremy Tucker: Dangerous Donna has made an enemy of Sinclair Godfrey with her possessiveness!

Andrew Fulton: She should have known better than to cross Lady Godfrey, looks good though. (he is drooling a little)

Jeremy Tucker: Well, yeah, she is a sociopath like the rest of the KGB!

Andrew Fulton: Whoa, whoa, whoa! You know Donzig gets upset when anyone questions his sanity!

Jeremy. Tucker: Well, next to Frostbite he seems perfectly stable.

[The teams face off, and then Osland nods to the other two. Meanwhile, Tong Fairtex looks to start in the Team Fairtex corner. The ref calls for the bell, and then Olympia tags him with a glare cast at Osland. Tong shrugs and they swap spaces, and the fans cheer. She pauses, and motions for Dangerous Donna to make the tag. But Donna shakes her head, and Osland moves forward to lock up with Olympia.]

Andrew Fulton: Osland and Olympia push each other back and forth, and then Osland breaks free to whip Olympia at the ropes!

Jeremy Tucker: Osland goes for the discus elbow, but Olympia ducks out of the way. She hits the ropes off the rebound, and catches him with a clothesline.


Andrew Fulton: Osland is back on his feet, and then Olympia swept in from the side. Locking on a headlock to drag Osland to the mat, he is back up but she drags him back down! The fans are cheering, and Osland is looking frustrated before he shoves her into the ropes. Olympia breaks the hold, and comes back in to be caught with a DDT!

Jeremy Tucker: The fans boo, and Osland shrugs before he drags her back to her feet. And then goes to lock on the Cobra Clutch, and then Olympia reaches back to grab him throwing him across her shoulder with a judo throw! The fans explode, and she makes a quick tag to Tong!

Andrew Fulton: This is an outrage! That is no way to treat an Anzac Cup winner!

Jeremy Tucker: Tong comes into the ring, going low to catch Osland with a clothesline! Osland looks stunned, and the fans are loving it!

Andrew Fulton: Tong wasting no time, locking on the Liontamer! And the fans are going wild as he claws for the ropes.

Jeremy Tucker: Keith Williams is in the ring, charging at Tong before being caught by the ref! Osland going for the ropes!

Andrew Fulton: Dangerous Donna using the distraction to push the rope into Osland's hand, and the fans are not happy! Olympia comes off the apron, chasing Donna as the ref starts yelling at them to break it up.

Jeremy Tucker: Keith using the ref's distraction to low blow Tong! And the fans are not having it, the ref turns around with a confused look as he tries to get Keith from the ring.

Andrew Fulton: Here comes Phantam, charging Keith to send both men to the outside as the referee is clearly losing control of the match!

Jeremy Tucker: Inside the ring, Osland wastes no time before yelling for the ref! He rolls up Tong, and the ref dives for a count!

Andrew Fulton: Tong kicks out at the one, and the fans go wild! Osland dives to make the tag, and the fans jeer as Keith Williams storms the ring.

Jeremy Tucker: Keith wasting no time, unleashing a flurry of kicks and punches on Tong! The Great White Terror wastes no time, stomping on his back before he locks on the Cloverleaf!

Andrew Fulton: It is locked in deep, and this looks like another win for the Revenants. And Tong is crawling for the ropes, reaching for the bottom rope as the fans stomp their feet for him.

Jeremy Tucker: Tong grabs the ropes, and Keith yells at the ref as the man starts a five count! He waits for the four, and then breaks the hold to yell at the ref as he adjusts his mask.

Andrew Fulton: A tag is made, and Keith spins around in surprise as Olympia comes into the ring. The fans are going wild as she grabs Keith, driving him hard to the mat with a thunderous suplex! The place goes wild, and Keith comes back to his feet holding his back! This is no way to treat the Great White Terror.

Jeremy Tucker: Keith charges back in, and Olympia hits him with an arm drag, and then another, and another! The fans are loving this, and Keith is fuming as he waits for Olympia to close in.

Andrew Fulton: Keith makes his move, grabbing Olympia to go for a quick roll up for the 2! And then he lunges for the tag, and--

Jeremy Tucker: It's Donna! It's Donna!

Andrew Fulton: The fans explode, and Donna looks like a deer in the headlights as she enters the ring. Olympia is literally licking her lips, and then she pounces tackling Donna with a series of mounted punches.

Jeremy Tucker: Olympia has Donna on her feet, and she hits the Domination! A full nelson suplex! The pin is made.

1....

2....

A Kickout!

Andrew Fulton: Donna kicks out! And the fans give a mixed pop as she rolled to her feet, Olympia is furious! And she nails Donna with three suplexes, driving her to the mat again and again!

Jeremy Tucker: Donna is looking rather battered, and she is down as Oympia goes for the cover again!

1....

2........

Keith Williams makes the save! The fans boo as he drives Olympia off with a hard elbow drop, and she fumes as she makes the tag to Phantam!

Andrew Fulton: Keith drags Donna to their corner, and she feebly makes the tag to Osland.

Jeremy Tucker: Osland in the ring, charging for Phantam to hit some stiff shots before he throws him in the corner. He runs forward, hammering a few European Uppercuts home!

Andrew Fulton: The fans jeer, and Osland hits another before he drags Phantam away from the corner. A Saito Suplex, and the SWAT TV Champion looks in control.

Jeremy Tucker: Osland goes in, looking for the submission it seems! But Phantam Fairtex yanks on his leg, dropping Osland before he quickly locks on the kneebar! The fans cheer, and Osland flails as he reaches for the ropes!

Andrew Fulton: Osland starts raining kicks on Phantam's head and face, the hold broken! The fans jeer, and Osland crawls towards his corner!

Jeremy Tucker: The tag is made to Keith, and the Great White Terror is in the ring! He charges, nailing Phantam with a bicycle kick! Phantam falls to the mat, and Keith flips off the crowd before dragging him to his feet!

Andrew Fulton: K-Driver! K-Driver!

Jeremy Tucker: Keith makes the pin, and the place is not having it! This SWAT Crowd clearly not in the corner of the Revs!

1....

2....

Th........

THE REF HAS BEEN DRAGGED FROM THE RING! IT'S RALLY JACKSON!

Andrew Fulton: The fans are going wild, and Rally punches the ref! Keith is livid, and he rolls from the ring to grab Rally! The pair start throwing punches going back and forth, before Rally is flung into the crowd! Keith is going after him!

Jeremy Tucker: Osland runs into the ring, trying to cut off Tong! But the SWAT TV Champion is caught with a stiff clothesline to be thrown over the ropes to the outside!

Andrew Fulton: This place is going wild, ladies and gentlemen! This is SWAT Action, right here!

The Crowd: SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

Andrew Fulton: Osland catches Tong with an uppercut as he comes through the ropes, and he flings Tong into the barrier! And then Tong runs forward, Osland bounces his head against the stairs! And Phantam leaps over the ropes, crashing down on them both!

Jeremy Tucker: Rally and Keith are still brawling in the crowd, heading up the stairs of the arena! This is Chaos!

Andrew Fulton: Inside the ring, Olympia pulls Donna over the ropes. And she is battering away at her with punches before throwing her in the corner, she nails the Spinning Blaster! And Donna is in trouble as she grabs at her back, crawling for her empty corner.

Jeremy Tucker: Olympia grabs her from behind, planting Dangerous Donna with a lightning suplex! Then another and a third! The fans are cheering, and Donna is looking hurt.

Andrew Fulton: The referee crawls into the ring, clearly still dazed as he looks around at the mess. And then Olympia locks on a Tazmission, and Donna arches in pain as she tries to crawl free. But then she starts to tap, and the ref calls for the bell!

Frank Salazar: Your winners! Team Fairtex and OLYMPIA!

Andrew Fulton: This is an outrage! Keith Williams is the legal man! This is a tainted victory! Rally Jackson stole from the Revenants again!

Jeremy Tucker: Keith Williams is not going to like this at all, this situation is going from bad to worse!

[thecomedian]

<We fade in to Rally Jackson backstage trying to catch his breath.  Bryan Gordon is putting Rally's CPAP machine up to his face trying to help him out.>

Rally Jackson:  What you just witnessed had to be done.

Bryan Gordon:  Yeah, Keith Williams interfered in your match and you needed to return the favor.  An eye for an eye.

Rally Jackson:  No.... that's not it.

Bryan Gordon:  ::pulling the cpap down so Rally could speak more clear::  Then why, Rally?

Rally Jackson:  Keith Williams and Dangerous Donna......

Are not fully vaccinated.

Bryan Gordon:  ::let's out a gasp::  They're going to kill someone!!

Rally Jackson:  I know.  They're putting their own lives at risk.  They're putting the referees life at risk.  They're putting their opponents lives at risk.

I just had to go down there.  I had to do something.  I couldn't let those privileged nihilists put human lives at risk.

Bryan Gordon:  You had to.  And here I thought this was petty revenge.  Rally you stood up for what you believed in.

Rally Jackson:  I was following the science.

Bryan Gordon:  You put yourself in the line of fire for the greater good.  I understand you're vaxed, but...

Rally Jackson:  But that means nothing.  I am fully vaccinated and I still wear three masks just like our Minister of Epidemics Dr. Fauc.  I had to get down there and stop those two anti[vaxxers from putting everyone in the arena in danger.  I wouldn't be a true former two time world champion if I didn't.  

Bryan, I also wanted to welcome you back.  I understand you went on vacation for a couple months while I entered the Anzac Cup and teamed with Combatilorian.

Bryan Gordon:  It was a much needed break.

Rally Jackson:  Batchy has been relieved of his duty and sent back to wherever luchadores go.

Bryan Gordon:  Uhh... Mexico?

Rally Jackson:  Keith Williams wants to compete against me in a rub off.  This guy has no idea what he's getting himself into.  I rub one off at least three times a day to some of the most bizarre stuff. 

We really need to normalize kinks.  Be proud of who we are.

Alright Bryan, time to go.  I have to go practice for this rub off.  

[SWAT Team]

[The KGB theme hits and the entire stable make their way out, they stop on the ramp for a group pose. Armand von Krauss! ‘THE Big Deal’ Eddie D! SWAT World Heavyweight belt draped over his shoulder. ‘The Cold Hearted Bastard’ Frostbite! ‘The Harbinger of Death’ Donzig! ‘Baroness’ Sinclair Godfrey! ‘The Don’ Joanne Canelli! ‘The Compton Colossal’ Bruno! And ‘Mad Dog’ Paul Soutter. They then saunter to the ring.]

Soutter : Check it out SWAT! The Bandits! In all of our glory! Soak it in!

[Another group pose.]

Armand von Krauss : Never before has a group of such calibre been seen in the one ring. We have the World championship! (Eddie holds it high in the air with pride) We have the SWAT Tag team championships (Frostbite sidles alongside him and smirks, his blue eyes piercing into the crowd) We have ‘The Don’ Joanne Canelli! Soon to be Amazons Champion once she gets Rios in the ring at The Memorial! We have The Harbinger of Death! Donzig! And the Baroness Lady Sinclair Godfrey! We have the Big Dawg Bruno and we have THE FOUNDER! Paulie Mutha Fucken Soutter!

Soutter : That’s right brotha! We also have the XHF Trios belts about to call the KGB Daddy! Eddie was kind enough to step aside after we qualified in Canada for the Night of Champions final and Donzig here joined the A team.

Eddie D : That was my pleasure to do, besides, I have this!

[He taps the World Belt on his shoulder]

And speaking of this, and Canada!

When we were there. These punks calling themselves the Pirates. They decided to make a name for themselves in OUR moment! They put their hands on the CHAMP! That’s something you just don’t do! Especially when we were guests there.

But I don’t cry. No! It's been whispered and I am here to confirm the rumors.

I am offering a 1 TIME SHOT AT THIS BELT! To any Pirate who has the sack to come and try and take it from me!

[Frostbite is ogling the belt, just staring at it and he steams at the mention of an outsider getting a shot.]

Eddie D: "Eyes here Frosty.” (points to his own eyes, mocking a woman saying don’t look at her rack) “It's not my fault the ELC substitute swerve didn't work out. If Tuck had lost more weight and Hahaha could tie a damned reef knot the thing would have worked fine.”

“You have my respect, you're bold and ice cold, but I hold the gold. This belt obsession is getting old and you shouldn't need to be told, that the KGB will fold if we forget how the tickets get sold. By Eddie D being in the main event. And by staying true to one another."

[Frostbite glowers and then suddenly, launches himself at Eddie swinging wildly. Eddie is taken aback and then … Donzig joins in and they bring Eddie to the ground.]

Jeremy Tucker : What is going on?! Canelli and Godfrey joining Donzig and Frostbite! The Bandits are laying the boots into Eddie! Bloody savages!

Andrew Fulton : I saw this coming Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : You did not! Suit and Armand move in, they will sort this out, cooler heads will prevail.

No! They now both start stomping on Eddie also! Bruno joined them! SEVEN ON ONE!

Andrew Fulton : (laughing) This is great!

Jeremy Tucker : Great? This is madness! It’s pandemonium in there! Eddie is covering up, but seven jackals are surrounding him just laying in boot after boot after boot!

Andrew Fulton : He had it coming Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : Had it coming? He is the Champ!

Andrew Fulton : He shouldn’t have spoken down to Frostbite so!

Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite was drooling over his belt! The man has an obsession with that belt. HERE COMES BLAZE!!!

Andrew Fulton : Yes! She is finally joining the Bandits!

Jeremy Tucker : Blaze slides in the ring and she dives on top of Eddie. Laying over him and her taking the boots to protect him.

Andrew Fulton : What is she doing? She has a match for the World belt tonight in the main event!

Jeremy Tucker : Against Eddie! The Bandits don’t care and are now stomping away on Blaze AND Eddie! They are the lowest form of scum I have ever seen!

Andrew Fulton : Easy Jerry. Donzig may hear you and ….

Jeremy Tucker : To hell with Donzig! And the KGB! Look at this massacre! Here comes Linda! And Isabel Rios!

Andrew Fulton : AND BEAR O DACTYL!

Jeremy Tucker : DEATH TRAP!!! The locker room is emptying and they charge the ring …. THERE IS JONNIE VALENTINE!

Andrew Fulton : The Bandits see them storming the ring and high tail it out of there, smart move!

Jeremy Tucker : Smart move? Coward move! It's ok with 7 on 1 or 2. Now the odds are even and look at them run.

Andrew Fulton : They fight on their terms Jerry! Besides, the damage has been done.

Jeremy Tucker : The heroes check on Eddie and Blaze, helping them to their feet. They both look a little worse for wear in there. Eddie is either concussed or confused or both. He is looking out at the KGB and he doesn’t looks so much angry, more disappointed. He see’s Valentine standing in there with the others who came to help and he looks even more confused.

Linda La Fey ; (Grabs a mic) We will not stand for this any longer K_G_B!

This man! He is a warrior! He was always too good for the likes of you!

Eddie! You don’t need them stinky Bandits! These fans … they respect you. We .. WE RESPECT YOU!

When you won that world belt, the whole locker room congratulated you, except for THEM! Not one of them did, did they?

The fans, they want to cheer for you! They love you!

You are one of us!

Crowd : ONE OF US!

Crowd : ONE OF US!

Crowd : ONE OF US!

Crowd : ONE OF US!

Crowd : ONE OF US!

Crowd : ONE OF US!

Crowd : ONE OF US!

Crowd : ONE OF US!

Linda : Last week, Paul said yes, I can have anything I want this week. Well, tonight, in the Lumberjack match for the World belt, I will be the special referee! I won’t stand for any of them Bandits shenanigans on the outside, and you can bet your bottom dollar they won't be the only lumberjacks out there! Because US. We are all coming to the party!

Andrew Fulton : She can’t do that!

Jeremy Tucker : She just did! Holy smokes! We’ll be right back fans.

[Donzig]

We return to the assembled might of the KGB in the back, Frostbite clearly in a rage as Soutter tries to calm him down. Equipment and crates being thrown around as he yells and rants as the rest of the KGB look on and fume. Katie Moss approaches, and they turn to stare at her as she offers a smile. She starts to walk away, and then Donzig jerks his head towards her. Sinclair reaches out, grabbing her arm to drag her back into the circle of the KGB between her and EVK. Katie frowns, looking nervous before Donzig steps closer.

He hisses, and he reaches up to sink his fingers into the eyes of his mask. And he pulls it off, handing it to Sinclair as his dark eyes narrow on Katie Moss. He licks his lips, and then shakes his head before he speaks. 'One of us is it? That is the problem, that is the problem, right there!'

Donzig fumes, a hand lifting to rake through his beard as he glances at the furious Frostbite before turning back to Katie. He shrugs, and then continues. 'Eddie D. Isn't one of us. Oh, he said the right things, and he did the right things at the right time. But that doesn't make him a bandit does it? No, no, no.'

The other KGB members nod thoughtfully, and Donzig frowns as Katie starts to speak. He lifted a finger, pressing it against his lips before he tilted his head to continue. 'He's one of them. One of those fucking rabble up in the cheap seats, who sit up there and laugh at dick and fart jokes from that fucking bear! He is one of those, who applauds the celebration of mediocrity that is his partner!'

More nods, and Donzig fell silent for a moment. A hand pointing angrily, and he snarls. 'One of them! Who sits around and talks about how the KGB this and the KGB that! But it wasn't the Bandits who insulted the honor of SWAT by shitting in the Anzac Cup! It wasn't the Kross Global Bandits who cheered when that piece of shit Rally insulted this entire company to get back at Keith Williams!'

A scowl. 'You know Rally, a real man would have just had a match with him! And here we fucking are, because it seems wrestling is in the way of your comedy career.'

The KGB seemed amused at that, and Sinclair covered her mouth with a hand. Donzig took a deep breath as his voice had risen to a near scream, and he wiped his fingers through his beard. And then he continued. 'So if Lucky Linda wants to sign up her soft crew for a Lumberjack match? Because Eddie is one of them? That's fine, that's just fine! Because we will be right there! And I don't care if it is Freya Blaze, or Eddie D? Anyone who lands in Bandit Country?'

Donzig paused, and then screamed angrily. 'IS GETTING MOWED THE FUCK DOWN!'

Katie flinched, and the KGB nodded in agreement as Donzig took a deep breath again. He raked a hand across his bald head, and he sniffed. 'And no matter which one of them wins, no matter which one of those weaklings wins that title? I want them, all of them to remember one thing, eh? One thing! This is SWAT, and SWAT belongs to the fucking Bandits!'

A series of nods, and Donzig reached out a hand to reclaim his mask from Sinclair. He slowly pulled it back into his place, and he tilted his head as he leaned closer to Katie as he growled. 'And we will be here to pick up the fucking scraps from our table, yeah?'

[Oh-Oh]

[Breaking Point.]

We open inside Oxford Osland's locker room backstage at SWAT's Breaking Point event. Our hero has spared no expense in his preparation for his upcoming X*Crown match at Night of Champions Proof of which can be found in the ambience we're currently witnessing. Scattered throughout this large room are lit candles, a samurai poster and a handful of weapons. Osland sits crossed legged in the middle of the room, and is working on the breathing exercises that he learned at the lamaze class he attended last week. In the background, we hear the sounds of waterfalls and wildlife playing from his tablet. We are left to deduce that this relaxation symphony is designed to prepare his mind for the task ahead.

Osland finally stands, and grabs ahold of a pair of nunchucks. Osland shakes them, swings them, and moves them in various directions. At first, Osland appears to be having success, until that fateful moment where he spins them too quickly, and hits himself in the stomach!

"OOOOFFFF!"

Undetered, Osland slows down and does his best to improve his hand &amp; eye coordination. A few moments pass, before Osland drops the nunchucks and picks up a bow and arrow. The arrow is suction cupped at the end for safety purposes. Osland locks, loads, and shoots!

[Airball.]

Osland grabs another arrow, cocks back the bow and WHAM! Osland accidentally knocks over one of the candles. To prevent the flames from spreading, Osland runs over and begins to stomp all over the carpet. Just then, Vanessa Martinez opens the door to see Osland in a precarious position.

Vanessa: "Ox? Is this a bad time?"

Osland turns around, completely red in the face. His body language is a mix of anxiety and embarrassment as he has been trying to convey a certain image to Vanessa over the past few months.

Osland: (Flustered.) "Uh, Yeah - no worries. Why do you ask?"

[Vanessa looks around and isn't quite sure what she just walked into.]&nbsp;

Osland: "I know I haven't seen you in a few weeks, but I'm preparing for Night of Champions."

[Vanessa seems impressed with Osland's diligence, no matter how silly it might appear.]

Vanessa: "I heard! Congratulations on defeating Kanyon at Overheated."

Osland: "If I'm being honest, that was the toughest match of my career. If anyone could get me prepared for an X*Crown match, it would be him. EXCEPT..."

[Osland shouts, clearly frustrated.]

Osland: "Except, Mongo decides to have a laugh at my expense and creates this silly 'Celebration Slam' match where pins and submissions don't factor into the decision. Talk about taking away any advantage I have in this contest, and making it a totally even playing field."

Vanessa: "I see, so that's what you're doing? Preparing?"

Osland: "I heard that there were going to be weapons available to use, and I figured I needed to become proficient with ninja stars, bo staff's, nunchucks..."

[Vanessa is ever the professional. Regardless of how silly she might think his logic is, she doesn't mock him.]&nbsp;

Vanessa: "The music and lighting choices must be to bring your mind, body and spirit together."

[Osland does a double take. Its as if he fell in love with her at that very moment. How else could she totally understand him after having known him for such a short time. For once, Osland is speechless.]

Vanessa: "Ox? Is everything ok?"

[Osland snaps out of it. He would normally follow that comment up with some macho bravado, but instead he leads with something more genuine.]

Osland: "I'm fine, I just... I..."

[Vanessa breaks the awkward tension in the room.]

Vanessa: "I thought I would track you down today to let you know that they are filming 'Ti Amp Mucho Corazon" in August."

Osland: "Do you know the role I'll be playing?"

Vanessa: "Yes, I just received confirmation..."

Osland: "Don't tell me... I'll be the American Millionaire philanthropist that turns the heads of all the ladies."

Vanessa: "Uh, not exactly. Your role is set to last three episodes, and it's a smaller part."

Osland: "Oh, well yeah... I mean, I get it. They already have an established cast."

Vanessa: "You're being cast as Eliza Gonzalez's pool boy."

[Osland blinks.]

Vanessa: "Eliza is the lead, and she's going to use you as a ploy to make her husband jealous. Her husband finds out, and has his mafia connections take you out."

[Osland gulps.]

Vanessa: "The producers feel that with your range, you'll really be able to make the spot 'pop'. What do you think?"

Osland: "Count me in."

[It wasn't what Osland envisioned, but the fact that Vanessa was glowing, and he feels drawn to her was enough of a reason to accept. Besides, like a true alpha, he believed that once he was on set, he would be able to change the director's mind.]

Vanessa: "Oh my gosh! I'm so excited. I can't wait for you to see my homeland, and how our version of 'mini' hollywood is expanding."

[The glimmer and shine in her eye was present. Osland was captivated.]

Osland: "Are you going to be there with me?"

Vanessa: "Yes, of course! You're my client, and I will clear my schedule to make this happen."

[Osland continued to size Vanessa up. She has it all, he thought to himself. Vanessa had the capacity to help Osland forget about the extrinsic motivators that he had been relying upon. Well, almost.]

Vanessa: "Anyhow, I'll look to book our flights once Night of Champions and the SWAT Memorial Show are over."

Osland: "Can't wait."

[Can't wait? Of all the responses, that's the one?]

[Osland begins to fidgit and appears to be talking to himself.]

Vanessa: "Did you say something?"

Osland: "Uh, I said that I'm excited!"

Vanessa: "Me too."

[Vanessa gives Osland a smile and a wave as she backs out of his locker room. Osland forces a smile, so it's not awkward, and waits for the door to shut before he can be honest with himself.]

[Whew.]

Osland: "Business is about to pick up."

[Cut.]

--

[SWAT Banner Hangs Above.]

"I've got to hand it to my opponents."

[Oxford Osland.]

"Night of Champions is less than a week away, and not one of them has taken a shot at me."

[Knowing Smirk.]

"Why would they"

[...]

"Anything they conjured up would be contrived. There is no better way to lose credibility with an audience than to be disingenuous."

[Oh, the irony.]

"Truth be told, it would be akin to bringing a knife to a gunfight when you're dealing with someone like me. Nothing is off the table, and should one decide to climb down that rabbit hole with me, it would be career suicide."

[Osland extends his chest.]

"So for now...I'll keep it kosher, until I have a reason not to. What should be abundantly clear though, is that I have left 'no stone unturned' in preparation for the circus of a match at Night of Champions."

[Osland scoffs.]

"Rest assured that when I've crossed all of the T's and dotted all of the I's, I will be walking out Night of Champions with the X*Crown in my possession. At which point, I will be the one calling the shots."

[Cocky Smile.]

"The championship defences will take place inside of the ring, and the winner will be declared based on pinfall or submission. That's my world, that's where I excel. If it was for any other prize other than the X*Crown, I wouldn't have put the type of effort into my training that I have. The Lamaze classes, Fire-Making Challenges, Ninja Studies and Football Tackling, are all designed to put me into the best position to capitalize on someone else's mistake so that I can carry out my next mission."

[...]

"That mission is to put Gus Arnold out of business."

[Cold stare.]

"I alluded to it recently, but it's time that I come out and say it with authority. My first act as X*Crown Champion is to recruit others with similar aspirations, and to turn the entire XHF Network upside down."

[Osland chuckles to himself.]

"I haven't forgotten the way I was mistreated during my time in Northern Pro Wrestling, and I have been biding my time ever since to exact revenge. What better way to do so, than to hijack their shows and make their roster kneel at my feet, and bow to the new leader of the XHF Network?"

[Osland rubs his hands together.]

"The SWAT Roster has already tipped their hat and anointed me their leader. So who's to say that for the right price, my comrades wouldn't follow me on this mission?"

[Osland laughs.]

"Now That's, big business. That's when were really going to see who the REAL players are."

[Osland looks down at his watch.]

"Tick Tock ladies and gentleman."

"You have five days too kiss your loved ones, and remember what the game was like before I took my seat at the throne. After Night of Champions, Chaos will be the world that we live in, and I'll be the one staring the ship."

"The Oxford Osland era is upon us."

"Either get down, or lay down."

[Osland uses his thumb and index finger as a gun.]

"Click. Click."

[Whispers.]

"Boom."

[Cut.]

[Cross Recoba]

The shot dissolves from Oxford Oslund’s gun motion to one of black. Familiar staccato power chords start to play as text starts to dissolve on the screen.

THEY SAID IT COULD NEVER HAPPEN

We cut to a clip from Battleground 26: The Spanish Inquisition

The camera picks up the Stratosphere Tower in the background and it seems that whoever set this up is in Las Vegas.

Jeremy Tucker: This isn’t familiar territory.

Andrew Fulton: We’ve been hacked!

Jeremy Tucker: Come on! Be realistic!

A solid mahogany bookcase reaches from the floor to the ceiling and is stocked up with a mixture of dust-covered books and DVDs. A red Chesterfield sits adjacent to it, a copy of Vanity Fair sits opened on the coffee table in front of it.

SWAT ONCE MORE BRINGS A MARQUEE NAME TO THE ROSTER

As the camera pans around once more we see framed wrestling magazine covers on the wall:

‘CROSS SHOCKS COSMO COOPER IN ANGOLA!’

‘REKOTA TOPPLE THE ZOMBIE CLAN TO CLAIM GOLD’

‘THE BOX OFFICE SMASH SIGNS TO THE XHF NETWORK!’

Finally, as the camera works its way to the other end of the room we see Cross Recoba. He leans back against the African Blackwood desk that sits behind him. His smile belies someone who knows exactly what he is doing as the feed continues on the SWAT show. He motions as if to brush the dust off the shoulder of his Harris Tweed jacket.

CAN YOU AFFORD TO MISS OUR NEXT SHOW?

Adding a beat where one wasn’t necessary, he winks to the camera before waving an open hand to the camera’s right

WANT TO KNOW MORE?

The shot changes to black and white.

Cross is seen relaxing into a leather chair, talking to someone (presumably Katie Moss) who is out of shot.

Recoba: There were a lot of places that I could have gone, I’ve got Madison Tower debuting on the Splat Network later this month, but you’ve got to look at the challenges each company can offer.

He leans forward and takes a quick sip from the tumbler of water in front of him. He smiles to the interviewer as he leans back once more.

Recoba: Why not look to settle old scores. You seem to have a ReVenant issue, I’ve never walked out the ring against one without my hand raised...they seem to have a hold on the place right now. How can I not see that as an opportunity to make a mark? That’s without matches to look forward to against Rally Jackson, Armand Von Krauss and Johnnie Valentine. That’s without the match that I know for a fact Mongo wants to see against Eddie D. It wasn’t a question of money, Ascension HAD to honor their contract but it’s the opportunity to prove to each and every one of you that the legacy I leave will be remembered for years to come…

MAKING HIS IN-RING DEBUT

Recoba: You want to know how? Tune in and find out...

MEMORIAL PPV, ONLY ON THE XHF NETWORK!

[Deleted]

Returning to the Minneapolis-Saint Paul International Airport, his stomach was all knots as he adjusted and straightened his mask for, what had to be, the thousandth time. He didn’t feel like this even when he flew. Hell, he didn’t feel like this before a huge match.

The SWAT World Tagteam Championship match was finally theirs and versus the Kross Global Bandits no less, but that wasn’t it either. It was the man they waited for…

Six time and current Liga Lucha Libre World Champion, current International Grappling Grand Prix Champion in Japan, an international star and Mexican national hero, a future Hall of Famer…he’d done movies in Mexico, Kung Fu movie cameos while in Japan. He was quite possibly the biggest star in Lucha Libre history…his father. The Mighty Tiranosaurio!

Stepping through the glass doors, it was worse than he feared. He used the glass to check his reflection. This had to be perfect. His suit was green to match his mask, another lesson from father. “Everything starts and ends at the mask.” Which was what made Oxford Osland’s disrespect during the Anzac Cup final, that much worse.

“Jack amigo, your fly hombre.” He said to his friend pointing down which earned him a “Thanks mate.” From the navy blue suit clad bear.

News of Tiranosaurio’s visit had made it to the wrestling news media and the resulting frenzy now stretched before them.

Reporters and camera crews stretched as far as the eye could see, it was a complete circus.

Jack looked around beaming as the cameras noticed the trio arrive and flashes started to erupt. “Other than the publicity, why are you here again? I thought you hated wearing a suit?” Vanessa choked out through a smile as she waved for the cameras.

“I do, but because I have a tremendous amount of respect for my dear friend’s father…” Vanessa’s gaze screamed ‘and?’ as she waited for the real reason. “…ok fine…” He chuckled, “…Air Stewardess' and lay over chick's are bread and butter! And Papa bear has a roll that needs buttering!”

“I knew it!” Vanessa Martinez said triumphantly as questions started flying in from all around them as they approached arrivals, ‘When will the toy launch and autograph signing start?’ ‘Is it true your father has a meeting with Gus Arnold later tonight?’ ‘Does this mean Tiranosaurio will compete in NPW?’ ‘Will we eventually see a father-son tagteam run?’ ‘Is Bear-O-dactyl ready for their championship match at Breaking Point?’ And then someone asked ‘the question’, ‘Is your father coming to give you his mask?’

Pequeño Dinosaurio stopped dead in his tracks, he knew why his father was here, and it wasn’t to give him the mask. He wasn’t pleased with Jack’s behaviour and there was every chance he was in Minneapolis to send him packing all the way back to Mexico City!

“I’m…I’m not answering any questions prior to my father’s arrival. Thank you.” He sputtered out as disappointed murmurs and more than a few curses were passed around while Dinosaurio kept walking toward the arrival gates.

“That was the smartest thing you could have done. Jack..” She said, looking quite pleased in how Dinosaurio had handled himself, then glancing in the Lucha Bear’s direction. “…take notes.”

Her heels clicked on the tiled floor as she sped up to stand next to Dinosaurio. “Nervous?” She asked, knowing the answer.

Of course he was nervous, he wasn’t even out of his rookie year and it could all be over!

“A little. As much as he’s my father, he’s Tiranosaurio first and I understand…” He sighed. “…that it has to be that way, but I wish I could just meet my dad at the airport, you know?”

“I hear you, daddy was always with uncle T. It wasn’t exactly easy on me either…” A sound from behind them cut her words down like a front line soldier on D Day.

“I know you said no interviews until Tiranosaurio gets in, but how about an exclusive for an old friend?” Warren W. Webber’s voice was friendly and proved a welcome distraction from an uncomfortable conversation.

With veteran SWAT cameraman Mark Johnson in tow, it seemed SWAT too wanted in on the show.

Before he could answer, a beaming Jack affirms with an enthusiastic “Of course! Anything for our pal Wembley!”

Cursing under his mask, Pequeño Dinosaurio forced a smile. “Hi Warren. Good to see you.” Sure he was lying, but he had to be polite, respectable…especially when his father’s name was attached to it. It was the burden of being the hero.

“A técnico must always be a técnico.” His father had told him, what felt like, a million times. It was as though he knew the destiny laid out before his son.

“Thanks guys I appreciate it, especially in light of the match tonight, you guys must be a ball of nerves. Tiranosaurio and a chance at the SWAT World Tagteam Championships!” Warren seemed genuinely excited for the pair, he’d sort of become the group’s de facto mouthpiece. “Let’s start with the elephant in the room…” Warren gestured around. “…Dinosaurio’s father will be in the crowd for this match, that’s got to be a huge motivator and extra pressure on you both, how are you feeling?”

“We’re good Warren…” Dinosaurio started. “…we’re better than good, we’re ready.”

“We’re not like the KGB, this man…” He slaps Union Jack on the shoulder. “…mi amigo, mi familia. We look out for each other, we travel together and tonight we get our chance to end things with the KGB once and for all and take their titles in the process!”

Pequeño Dinosaurio was fired up, it had been a long road to get to tonight. All those events ago when Esmeralda approached him backstage, the attack that arguably cost him the Television Championship, the matches, the ‘gift basket’, threats and more, and it all came to a head tonight! Crowds of journalists were starting to gather, lights were getting brighter.

“What is a person who drinks too much?” Union Jack asks Warren quizzically.

Taking a moment, Warren is clearly a little taken back by the random and thought-filled question from the usually brash bear. “Well Jack, most would say an alcoholic but I’d say it’s like addiction. So, addicted.”

Jack nods, “And someone hooked on drugs?”

Warren, still slightly on guard, replies, “Addicted.”

Jack seems oddly obsessed with this question as he continues, “And a kleptomaniac?”

And again Warren steadfastly replies, “Addicted.”

Testing the waters one more time, Jack asks “And a gambling problem?”

I’m his time Warren doesn’t hesitate as he replies soundly, “Addicted.”

Smirking, Jack is on a roll now, “And what smacked Esmeralda Von Krauss across the face last night?”

“Addicted.” The word shot out of Warren’s mouth on reflex, before he clamped his hand over his mouth sending Jack into a fit of laughter, he was barely able to complete the gag.

Pulling out a roll of condoms, he adds. “This message brought to you by Union Jack Quickie Condoms ‘they dissolve in twenty minutes so hurry up!’”

Shoving the condoms back in a jacket pocket, Jack gets serious, for Jack anyway. “Don’t look surprised world! We’re finally here! That’s right ol’ Jack and his buddy Dino are just hours away from putting boots to fannies and we couldn’t be more ready! We’re on the same page all the time, can the KGB say that? Hell they can’t even decide who’s turn it is to bang Esmeralda while that cuckold Armand watches! He just sits by while his wife shags half the roster! Not everyone is as polite as my boy Dino. If she’d come on to me the way she came on to Dino, I’d have played nine holes on her three holes and sent her home smelling of honey and shame!”

Trying to stifle laughter, Warren can’t help but point out the effect this was likely to have on their opponents. “Aren’t you worried that your words could motivate your opponents? Especially Armand Von Krauss?!”

A sheepish grin crosses Jack’s face as he replies, “If Armand Von Krout was as easy to ‘motivate’ as you think, maybe his misses wouldn’t be shagging every man that’ll have her, which reminds me…when’s my turn sugar tits? Honey and shame sweetness, honey and shame! Come see me after the show! I’ll clean out your honey pot! I’m a bad ‘widdle’ bear!”

Just as the incorrigible Lucha Bear was getting going, the focus of the room shifted as passengers started trickling through the gate.

“That’s his flight Warren, I’m sorry but I have to…” And without finishing the sentence, Pequeño Dinosaurio was gone.

Union Jack slaps Warren on the back, “See ya mate, got a legend to greet.” Straightening the tie he absolutely hated, Jack was off the join his friends in greeting Tiranosaurio.

Stepping through the door, he looked every bit a double champion. The Triple L Championship around his waist, the IGGP Championship draped over one of his broad shoulders.

His suit was an immaculate cream colour, the white shirt beneath was open around the neck, his mask was the most common among his collection, simple brown and in the styling of the Tyrannosaurus that was his namesake.

Fans scream and flashes erupt from all angles, immediately questions begin flying in English, Spanish and Japanese. Before even his own son can get to him, the Japanese media sent on behalf of IGGP present him with three dozen roses, to which Tiranosaurio bows before handing them off one by one to his eager assistant.

And then the moment they’d all been waiting for. Father and son stood across from each other. Dinosaurio was like a kid again, smiling from ear to ear. “Papa, it is great to see you! You look great!”

They shook hands first, then hugged for a long moment, it had been nearly a year since they had seen each other. “My son, you look great. I see you even got the bear in a suit.” Hugging Vanessa, he twirls her around to her delight, “You’ve grown into a lovely young woman Vanessa!” Finally, the lucha legend extends a hand to shake as Union Jack awkwardly goes in for a hug.

“Next time! I’ll get ya next time!” The bear chuckles. Immediately Dinosaurio and Jack start helping with bags as they pass through the airport, their paparazzi in trail.

Reaching outside, Dinosaurio and Jack load the bags into a waiting limousine as the assistant enters a trailing vehicle.

Tiranosaurio raised his hands, “I do not have much time, so one question from each media outlet is all I’ll be allowing.” That meant one question per language. “I give the honour of going first to my esteemed partners from Japan.”

A thin man, short in stature steps forward and bows. Asking his question in Japanese, Tiranosaurio awaits the translation. “Are you in America to compete?”

The crowd before them went silent, Tiranosaurio scanned them all and then went back to the man who asked the question chuckling, “Never say never, I’m here for a signing event with my son tomorrow, but if SWAT made me the right offer, perhaps. Next question.”

Pointing toward the Spanish contingent, they huddle quickly before sending a representative, a short stocky man in brown slacks and a rolled up dress shirt steps forward. Asking his question in Spanish, it requires no translation for most of the group, but a translator indulges the English journalists. “Will we ever see you and your son team together?”

Tiranosaurio smiles looking to Pequeño Dinosaurio, “Yes, one day it will happen…” He paused. “…maybe even tonight if those KGB goons don’t stay out of things! Tiranosaurio will be in the front row!”

“Warren W. Webber sir, with Syndicate Wrestling And Tradition, your son’s home promotion.” Nodding the legendary Lucha star approved. “We all got together and the question we’d like to ask is; are you here to name Pequeño Dinosaurio Tiranosaurio Junior if he and Union Jack become SWAT World Tagteam Champions later tonight?”

The question took the air out of Dinosaurio, Jack stood slack jawed and even Vanessa was caught off guard. They had expected the hard questions from the foreign press, not Warren.

The veteran of many a reporter’s question, Tiranosaurio brushed it away as though he’d asked how his flight was. “I’m not here to do anything other than watch my son and his…” The pause was noticeable. “…tagteam partner win those belts and capture Dinosaurio’s second championship in SWAT! Thank you everyone for coming and I’ll see you at Breaking Point tonight, and Legend’s Toys tomorrow!”

Knowing the drill from countless years of being in the spotlight, he paused for pictures a moment before getting in the limousine followed Vanessa, Union Jack and finally Pequeño Dinosaurio.

[eddied]

(Eddie is in a physio room backstage after his beating from the KGB. He is arguing that he has to fight, but the doctor is threatening to sign him as unfit to fight.)

EDDIE: What do you mean "Unfit" to fight? I have hardly been a marathon runner my whole career. Fitness doesn't come into it. It's mental attitude and the will to fight that makes me fit to fight. I don't need a quack, you'd need to be a sports psychologist to tell me if I'm ready to fight or not. Strap the muscles that ache and stitch up the wounds and get me the fuck ready for the main event!!!

Doctor: If you limp out there and make this back pain worse, and you're already arthritic left knee worse, I can't be held accountable for the long term damage...

EDDIE: Then I'll sign the disclaimer. I am not about to hand over my title when I know I can still fight.

Doctor: Well I am telling you that it is dangerous for you to fight tonight.

EDDIE: It's always dangerous to fight. That's part of the reason we get a buzz from it. The reason we get the acclaim of the crowd. If it was easy and painfree then everyone would do it and no one would care if we win or lose.

Doctor: I'm just saying...

EDDIE: No. Quit saying and get writing. I'll sign whatever bullshit you need me to, but I fight tonight.

(A photographer and reporter have managed to sneak into the physio room and the doctor is furious.)

Doctor: Get out of here!!!

Reporter: Eddie!? Eddie D!!
Is it true that Blaze has backed out of tonight's fight?
She's in love with you Eddie! Do you feel the same way??!!
Answer the public Eddie. Tell us the truth Eddie!

Doctor: SECURITY!!! Get these idiots out of here. My patient is not ready for the press God damn it!

(Security finally arrive and they and the physio's buff assistant force the reporter out of the room as Eddie forces himself up to a seated position on the examination table.
The photographer takes a snap of Trixie as she comes in and he is forced out. Trixie looks concerned about the beating she just saw her boyfriend take. Eddie winces a smile as Trixie rushes in and gives him a hug.)



TRIXIE: Are you OK?

EDDIE: Doctor just said I am fine and will be writing a report for me to sign, proving that fact in triplicate. Right Doc?

(The doctor looks exasperated, but has given up on Eddie taking his professional advice.)

Doctor: Yeah Eddie. I'll get writing that "report" right now. And you'd better sign it before you leave this room. Miss, Keep your visit brief, he does need as much recovery time as possible before his bout.

EDDIE: Thanks Doc. You're a peach.

(The doctor gives Eddie a withering look and heads out of the room and takes his assistant with him.)

TRIXIE: He didn't seem so sure you're ready to fight.

EDDIE: You read that from his body language right?

TRIXIE: I've been around wrestling a while. You're in pain. I can see it in your eyes.

EDDIE: Look, I have been waiting for over a year to hear this crowd give me the respect I deserve. It took a beating and being ejected from a stable for it to happen, but they called me "one of us". Finally one of them. I only hated on the SWAT crowd because I was always the outsider. Never worthy of their praise. I am not about to give one single man, woman or child out there an excuse to doubt my commitment to SWAT and to defending their title. I would rather go out there and get beat because I'm in pain, than lose my belt by 'no show'.

TRIXIE: Eddie, I'll back you either way, but I need to know... Do you have feelings for Blaze?

EDDIE: What? Why would you ask that? You know how mad I am about you?

TRIXIE: That's not an answer. She clearly put her body on the line to save you from a beating out there....

EDDIE: Blaze is so hateful of the KGB that she would protect anyone if she thought it would ruin their plans... 

TRIXIE: Nope. That doesn't cover the beating she was taking along side you, practically embracing you to keep you safe....

EDDIE: Trixie, I am about to get in a ring and kick her butt. Prime time TV, main event, top of the bill. If that doesn't answer your question, I don't know what does. 

TRIXIE: You don't know what does? Just straight up saying that you don't have feelings for her would have been just fine and dandy Eddie. But you didn't.

EDDIE: Don't be like that babe... I can say it...

TRIXIE: The doctor said to keep the visit brief so I'm gonna go....

EDDIE: I'll see you after the main event to celebrate though right?

TRIXIE: Good luck out there Eddie.

(Trixie gives Eddie a tender kiss on his forehead and pulls his head into her ample bosom and leaves the room, Eddie curses under his breath and lays back down on the bed. The scene fades to black.)

[Oh-Oh]

Oxford Osland's obligations at Breaking Point have been fulfilled. Team Fairtex and Olympia were successful in their quest to defeat the ReVenants and Dangerous Donna, which consequently stopped Osland and Williams' momentum off of their Anzac Cup win. Not only that, it appears as though Rally Jackson had his way with the Anzac Cup and dropped a special load of dookie onto the trophy. Not all is lost though, as Osland is set to travel to Mexico in August to begin filming his part in 'Ti Amo Mucho Corazon', an opportunity that he hopes will catapult him even further into the acting stratosphere. To top it all off, we are five days away from Night of Champions, an event where the Revenants have the ability to walk away with the XHF Trios Championships as well as the X*Crown. With all four members of the group in the same building at the same time, lord knows what might happen.

We pick things up backstage at Breaking Point, where it appears as though Osland has packed up all of his weapons, candles and ring attire and stuffed them inside of a large duffel bag that he's carrying over his shoulder. Osland grabs his cell phone and is about to use it, when he's interrupted by Dangerous Donna. The brunette bombshell and our hero have been dancing around their attraction for one and other since they were caught on camera in commissioner Valentine's office nearly four months ago. Tonight was their first chance to share the ring together, and it ended in a loss, which isn't something that Osland is used to.

Donna: "Ox, where are you going?"

[Osland was hoping to avoid this situation. As well as the two of them have been getting along, he preferred not to see Donna before he left.]

Osland: "I gotta fly baby, It’s time for final preparations before I compete for the X*Crown."

[Donna walks forward and stops once she's in Osland's personal space.]

Donna: "I was thinking that... maybe I could come along?"

[Gut Punch.]

[Think Fast.]

Osland: "Oh? That's sweet of you. But I have media obligations and the rest of the boys are going to be there competing as well. I just don't think I would have the time to spend with you to make it worth your while."

[Donna pouts.]

Donna: "Is this because I was the one who was pinned tonight?"

Osland: "Of course not. You've been inactive for a couple of months, and ring rust is hard to shake."

[Donna isn't sure if that's a jab or a compliment. Osland knows how hard she has worked to get back on Soutter's radar so she can be booked on a more consistent basis.]

Osland: "Besides, I would rather spend time with you when I'm able to devote all of my attention your way."

[Osland gently holds Donna's chin and gazes into her eyes.]

[Is it working?]

Donna: "Awe, that's sweet of you. Should I fly to Miami so that I can be there for when you get home?"

[Osland will do anything in this very moment to divert the situation to a later date.]

Osland: "You would do that for me?"

[Donna smiles, as Osland has successfully turned Donna's idea into a way of softening the blow of her not joining him at Night of Champions.]

[Donna grabs Osland by the collar and leans in.]

Donna: (Whispers) "Go get 'em champ."

[The two share an embrace.]

Osland: "I better get going, I have a flight to catch."

[The two share a knowing nod, as Osland pushes past Donna and walks around the corner. He's deeply relieved that the situation didn't escalate and he's still in her good graces.]

[We watch as Osland is surveying each room that he walks past, as if looking for someone or something. He turns around to make sure that Donna isn't following him. The coast is clear.]

[Vanessa Martinez.]

[Vanessa appears to be lingering around the building to support 'Bear O Dactyl' in their quest to capture the SWAT World Tag Team Championships. The fact that Vanessa has been able to maintain a professional relationship with all of her clients, while they not so secretly despise each other is miraculous. Her diligence and desire to impress her father knows no bounds.]

Osland: "Peek-a-boo!"

Vanessa: "Oh...you startled me."

[Osland smiled and walked into the room that Vanessa appeared to be using as her pseudo office space for the event.]

Osland: "Always working I see. Don't you ever just let your hair down and do something for yourself?"

[Vanessa smiled as Osland's observations are one hundred percent accurate.]

Vanessa: "Staying on top of the comings and goings of you three is an around the clock job."

Osland: "Yeah, I'm a handful on my own, let alone the work that's required to keep those two out of trouble."

Vanessa: "It's a huge opportunity for them tonight. A chance to become the World Tag Team Champions."

Osland: "Yet, Keith and I beat them in the Anzac Cup Finals. You really are great at your job to have been able to get them to jump in front of us in line."

[Vanessa seems flattered. Vanessa went out of her comfort zone and demanded that Pequeno and Union Jack be the next challengers to the Tag Team Titles.]

Osland: "Actually, I saw what you did for them... we're lucky to have you."

[Osland is calm, but testing the waters. Vanessa seems to be responding positively to his advances.]

Vanessa: "How about you? Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be on your way to Night of Champions?"

Osland: "I should be, but I wanted to speak with you before I left."

Vanessa: "Ok?"

[Osland walks into the room and is no longer lingering in the door frame.]

Osland: "I was hoping you would clear your schedule for this weekend and join me at Night of Champions. As my agent, you can help with all of the last minute obligations I'll have. Plus, this is the biggest night of my career and I could use some added support."

[Osland is charming and sincere.]

[Vanessa is caught off guard, but seems to agree with the way Osland positioned his invitation.]

[But she hesitates.]

Vanessa: "Well... I ... Hmmm..."

Osland: "I'll speak to the XHF brass to ensure that you're given a VIP pass, and have full reign over the facility to continue working as you need to. What do you say?"

[The sounds of foot steps can be heard in the distance.]

[Osland backs out of the room, and surveys the hall.]

[Nothing.]

[He must be imagining things he thought to himself.]

Vanessa: "It is the biggest opportunity of your career... I can get work done while I'm there... hmmm?"

Osland: "It would mean a lot."

[Vanessa fights back a smile, but it eventually creeps over his lips.]

Vanessa: "Alright, I'll speak to my travel agent after tonight's show."

Osland: "Perfect. Wish those two midgets luck for me tonight..."

[Vanessa shakes her head.]

Osland: "What? They're like my two bratty little brothers. Plus, they've said a heck of a lot worse about me."

Vanessa: "You have a point."

[The silence lingers as neither of them know what to say next.]

Osland: "So, I'll see you there then."

Vanessa: "See you there."

[Osland walks backwards out of the room and maintains eye contact. He smiles, and then carries on down the hall towards the exit.]

[Dangerous Donna.]

[Donna pokes her head out of the room next door, as she clearly heard what just went on between Osland and Vanessa. She looks upset, and shakes her head in disgust.]

[Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned.]

[Cut.]