Packer / Tanner Memorial 2021 (Show)

[SWAT Team]

[Nimbooda Nimbooda hits and Rajiv and Mohammad come out to the rampway seated on their Elephant, Sabu. Sabu bellows loudly and holds his trunk out and they run down it and somersault over the ropes into the ring.]

Frank Salazar : The following is a tag team contest scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first, they hail from Mumbai India and come in at a combined weight of 438 pounds … Rajiv Khan! Mohammad Khan! THE INDIAN ASSASSINS!!!

And introducing their opponents, coming in at a combined weight of 345 pounds …. Cross Recoba! Dakota Jennings! ReKOTA!!!!!

[The lights in the arena cut out as a static noise. The static changes to the muted bass notes and snare drum for Royal Blood’s Out of the Black. The video screen flashes in time with the beat from darkness to a golden background with the word ‘ReKota’ written in blood red. Dakota Jennings comes out as alternate red and gold pyros shoot from the stage. The screen now reads ‘THE FOX AND THE FIRECRACKER’. Dakota wears a smile as the crowd meet her with cheers. The red of her one shouldered chiffon dress matches the red on the screen. She motions to the entrance as Cross Recoba steps out, no such attire for him. He steps to her, Silver Lionhead cane in hand. He embraces her before twirling her away and uses the cane to unhook her dress revealing her ring attire. As the music settles down into the verse they walk arm in arm to the ring.


The fans continue cheering for the debutants as they reach ringside, Dakota hopping up on the ring apron as Cross rests his cane against the steps before climbing them. The two enter the ring.]

Warren Webber : Referee Mike Donovan calls for the bell and we are underway. Jennings starting it out for ReKota and Rajiv for the Assassins. Rajiv is prancing around sticking his chest out, and then moves to Jennings and stands over her, trying to tower over her and she smiles at him and then WHAM! Spinning back fist strike! Knife edge chop by Dakota lights up the chest of Rajiv! Open hand chop and Rajiv’s eyes pop wide as that cracking sound echoes thru the arena.

Andrew Fulton : Wake up call for Rajiv! He honestly thought HE was going to stand over Jennings.

Warren Webber : German suplex by Dakota to Rajiv and then a Spinning heel kick! And she tags in Cross!

Andrew Fulton : Double Hip-toss. Cross rolls through into a Crossface while Dakota delivers a front dropkick to Rajiv's face.

Warren Webber : Hook Line and Sinker that's called!

Andrew Fulton : Recoba still has the Cross face applied, Rajiv may tap right here!

Warren Webber : No, Mohammad runs in and makes the save booting Cross. Cross glares at him and then throws Rajiv to his corner so he can tag in Mohammad. Rajiv gladly does so to get out of there.

Andrew Fulton : Cross grabs Mohammad coming in and nails a side slam with an elbow drop! That’s no way to treat a Prince!

Warren Webber : Is Mohammad really a Prince?

Andrew Fulton : 17th in line for the Indian Throne.

Warren Webber : I thought India was part of the Commonwealth?

Andrew Fulton : Don’t be getting smart with finer details, he has a claim to the throne and believes he will take that throne one day, right after he and Rajiv conquer SWAT.

Warren Webber : By driving Taxi cabs?

Andrew Fulton : There are cultural differences and you do what you have to do to make it Wazza.

Warren Webber : But they have never won a match.

Andrew Fulton : Everything must start somewhere.

Warren Webber : Cross with a hangman's neckbreaker. Rajiv tries to come into the ring and Recoba catches him with a beautiful dropkick and Rajiv tumbles to the outside floor.

Andrew Fulton : Dakota comes into the ring and Reboba flings her over the rope to the outside and she turns it into a headscissor takedown!!!

Warren Webber : The Charlotte crowd are enjoying that. Cross grabs Mohammad now and drills him with a big facebuster.

Andrew Fulton : Dakota rams the face of Rajiv into the mat and slides him in and then follows him into the ring.

Warren Webber : Cross charges Mohammad with a running knee lift to the stomach. Dakota follows up with a running enziguri to the temple.

Andrew Fulton : Lights out for the Prince.

Warren Webber : The Low Life and the Highlife ReKota call that.

Andrew Fulton : You and I.

Warren Webber : I don’t often get on the high life ...

Andrew Fulton : You mean you never do! I do!

Warren Webber : Rajiv attempting to get to his feet, challenging ReKota to bring it …. Stereo Turnaround Springboard Dropkicks!!!!

Andrew Fulton : What do they call that low life?

Warren Webber : The Multiverse kick.

Andrew Fulton : Poor Rajiv is in the nextweekiverse.

Warren Webber : Recoba signalling its all over. He lifts Mohammad onto shoulders. Dakota comes off the top with a spike hurricanrana. From Scottsdale, by Way of Sicily!!!

Andrew Fulton : That's a long detour.

Warren Webber : Cross lifts Dakota into a Wheelbarrow Suplex before rolling through. Dakota leaps forward with a DKO Mk II on Mohammad!!!! THE FIRECRACKER!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Wow!

Warren Webber : Donovan making the count as Recoba covers.

One …..

Two ……

THREE!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Huge victory!

Warren Webber : This team could go places here. They have held gold outside the Network and now could be their time here.

Frank Salazar : Winners of the match …. Cross Reboca …. Dakota Jennings!!!! ReKOTA!!!!

[Lucky Linda]

”All the best tonight Linda.” says her old friend Sue from Accounting. Dressed to the nines and seated in catering.

“Thanks Sue.” replies Linda. Wearing her Zoran ‘Fight the Power’ t-shirt and joining Sue for a bite.



“Big match tonight. Devon D’Andre and the US Title.” says Linda.

“Yes. I saw him prattling about his life history, then had the gaul to think you were some visiting old great for the Memorial.” Sue seems angered.

“I heard there was chaos earlier when that radio interview aired, drivers falling asleep at the wheel all over the area and sending the roads into gridlock.” Linda smiles and reaches into the fruit bowl grabbing a pear.

“What will you rename the belt when you take it from him?” asks Sue.

“I haven’t decided yet, wouldn’t want to be too presumptuous now would I?”

“I have a good name for it.” replies Sue. “The Memorial Title.”

“Wow.” Linda is surprised. “Now that is an idea. First things first though. Beating Devon.” Linda goes to take a bite of the pear and her mouth crunches down hard. It is a clay pottery fruit bowl.

“Oh my god!” gasps Sue. “Are you ok?”

Holding her mouth with her hand. “I think so.” She twirls her tongue around in her mouth and swallows. Then grabs a drink of water and chugs some down. “Well, nothing broken. Lucky me.”

“What the heck is this?” asks Sue, grabbing the fruit bowl and seeing it's all clay.

“Its that stupid damn Rib Off! Jackson and Williams are out of hand.”

“At the Memorial show of all places?” fumes Sue. “How could they?”

“Slime like that pair have no respect.” Linda tosses the clay pear angrily and it lands fortuitously in the garbage bin, 3 points. “I must say though, was good craftsmanship.” jests Linda.

“Good craftsmanship?” Sue is bemused. “You could have cracked a tooth, worse even ….”

“Aye. “ agrees Linda. “But I didn't, did I?”

“What are you going to do about it?” asks Sue.

“Nothing.” Linda shrugs. “That’s Paul’s problem, not mine. I have bigger fish to fry. Namely Devon D’Andre and the US Belt.”

Turning to face the camera. “Want to know who I am Devon?”

“I’m Lady Luck!”

“Lucky Linda La Fey!”

“2 Time Amazons Champion!”

“Winner of the 2020 No Man’s Land Tournament!”

“That night I flipped the script on Suzi Spitz and took her out. We had many many battles. Her script is now finished. But ours has just begun.”

“We honor her tonight and former LEGENDS Adrian Tanner and Reginald P Packer! Hall of Famers who embodied everything SWAT was.”

“I’m a future Hall of Famer. Only reason I’m not in yet, I’m not done. I have a LONG way to go.”

“See this man?” Linda points to her Zoran t-shirt.

“He pilfered millions from this company.”

“You know who took him out?”

“Little Ole ME!”

“That was at last year's Memorial.”

“Returning star?”

Linda snorts. “I was the special referee in the Main Event Lumberjack match LAST WEEK!”

“So. Ask yourself a question Devon. Do you feel lucky? Well, do ya? Punk?”

[edwarddubin0604]

(Vampira and Psychotic Goth notice the tomb they created to honor Reginald P. Packer and Adrian Tanner and Suzi Spitz has been torn open. Vampira looks in there and lets out an angry vampire hiss as Psychotic Goth slowly approaches and bellows in a Native American dialect. The camera shows the very shrine for Reginald P Packer, Adrian Tanner and Suzi Spitz was desecrated with everything from spray paint to leather S & M equipment and clothes.)

Vampira: "How dare those two pieces shit destroy and desecrate our shrine to Packer, Tanner and Spitz!"

Psychotic Goth: "Keith Williams and Rally Jackson shall pay with their lives if we find them! There shall be no escape for them and when we find them we shall place them on the altar for sacrifices as their penance for their sins!"

(He roars and they leave as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[Donzig]

Katie Moss walks down the hallway followed by her camera crew, and she pauses as she sees Keith Williams heading her way. He flashes a faint smile, tossing some sort of can into the trash before adjusting his clear plastic mask. Katie arches a brow, and forces her own smile. 'Ah, Keith. I was looking for Donzig's locker room.'

Keith nodded, and pointed down the hall. 'Oh, it's that way. Soutter got him a really nice one.'

'Ah, is Sinclair there?' Katie asked, and Keith shrugged as he started off down the hall again. 

'Didn't see her.' Katie Moss watched Keith walk off, and she shrugged before she walked further down the hall. She paused before the door with the nice plaque, and knocked on it before drawing back a step. There came a grunt from inside, and she shrugged before walking in. Donzig sat with a black towel hanging over his head, dressed as always in his ring gear though minus his coat. He glanced up, beard dripping before he scowled.

'You again.'

Katie shrugged, and stepped inside with a smile. 'I was hoping to get a few words with you.'

Donzig hissed, and he motioned for her to have a seat in one of the padded chairs scattered across the room. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees as he tilted his head. 'Sure, why not. Everything else is a big joke tonight, why not add a Katie Moss interview.'

Katie blinked at that, sniffing. 'How do you feel about your match with Dangerous Donna and Ruin?'

Donzig snorts. 'Speaking of jokes, eh? Dangerous Donna is going to be lucky to walk out of that ring! I see what she is playing at with Double O, and I don't like it! No, no, no. I don't like it all! She may have tricked that fucking chokeslamming Simp, she may have fooled Osland! But I see right through her fake--'

Donzig paused, and his hands lifted to gesture vaguely as he seemed at a loss. '--fake--'

Katie Moss arched a brow, and Donzig glared at her before he shrugged. 'Well, there is alot of fake there. But that doesn't matter because when she gets inside that ring with me and Sinclair Godfrey? I am going to punish her for her little sick games with Osland! I am going to do what fucking Keith is too soft to do, eh? Won't that be a rib!'

Katie Moss nodded slowly, after all Donzig seemed a little agitated even for Donzig. 'Ruin thinks he is more than a match for even you. Do you have any plans?'

'Let's just say I have one or two surprises in store for that White Knight.' Donzig snapped his fingers, his voice a snarl as he leaned forward again. His eyes narrowed, and he had a nasty smirk on his lips. And he slid to his feet, and he started to pace slowly with a shake of his head as his hands curled and uncurled at his sides. He spat, fuming as he glared at Katie Moss. 'You see SWAT? They seem to be forgetting who is in charge around here! They seem to think it is all jokes, and tits, and fucking little games of grab ass in the ring! But you see the Bandits, yeah? The fucking KGB? We run this shit.'

Donzig spun, glaring from under the towel as he pointed angrily. 'Not Keith. Not Rally. Not that fucking insipid buffoon Eddie D! Not Ruin! And certainly not Bear-o-Dactyl Us! Us! The Bandits! That is who runs SWAT! Not fucking Goth, not his fucking vampire, and most of all? NOT DEATH TRAP!'

Katie Moss licked her lips, nodding as she forced as smile as those eyes narrowed. 'Ah, so you think Armand will beat Death Trap?'

Katie flinched as Donzig hissed, and he tore that towel from his head to fling it aside. He took a step forward, shoulders tensing as his lips drew back in a snarl. 'Think? Do I think? Do I fucking think? I KNOW! I KNOW THAT ARMAND WILL BEAT DEATH TRAP!'

Donzig paused, taking a deep breath as his hands rose to rake through his beard. And he dropped back onto the bench, and he wiped a hand across the back of his mouth. His elbows dropped to his knees, and he shook his head before he spoke again. 'Speaking of beatings, and things that belong to the Bandits? Devon D'Andre has something I want, and he has managed to face everyone around here but me! So maybe, just maybe, he can face me between history lessons!'

Katie Moss nodded, and Donzig scowled as he leaned back. He reached over slowly, picking up his mask before he slowly pulled it into place. Then he grunted, and Katie blinked as dollops of white cream slowly dripped from the mask into his tangled beard. Donzig blinked, and sighed which made more cream spray from the slots of his mask. Katie stared as his shoulders slumped, and he lifted a hand to sweep across the mask. She looked over and saw a pile of what appeared to be whipped cream where the mask had been sitting.

Her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth with her hand as her shoulders started to shake. And she leapt to her feet, making it out the door before she burst into laughter. Donzig sat there, shaking his head before he reached up to pull the mask off which just showed his face covered in a thick mask of whipped cream. He shook his head, scowling before he spat angrily. 'This is the longest night of my life.'

[SWAT Team]

SWAT Tron lights up with an update

Keith : 5            Rally : 5

[SWAT Team]

Warren W. Webber : Up next… Ruin & Dangerous Donna Vs Donzig & Lady Sinclair Godfrey…

Andrew Fulton : Everybody wants to see this one. No title on the line. No fancy stipulations. …Just hate and professional pride. I can’t wait.

Fall by The Bug hits and Ruin slowly walks onto the ramp way. He pauses and looks over the arena, eyeing the crowd and ring, then Ruin throws up two pointed fingers towards the backstage and Dangerous Donna Fleming joins him on the ramp. Donna looks bubbly, full of energy and up for the match, Ruin shakes her hand in a way that sucks the exuberance out of her arrival, Donna just nods and they heads to the ring, all business.

Frank Salazar: This is a tag team match set for ONE fall… Introducing first, weighing in a combined weight of 463 pounds, DAAAAANGEROUS Donna Fleming and RUUUUUUIN!!!!

Warren W. Webber : This man is, is, well, he’s humungous!

Andrew Fulton : Nice word choice. Well, put.

I think they should call themselves “Beauty and the Beast”, though that’s a little hacky. “Goliath and Delilah”? No, probably a bit off brand. I’ve got it… “Devastation”!

Warren W. Webber : I like that, plays into their Dangerous and Ruinous vibe of their names. Isn’t it a bit too much like “Demolition” though?

Andrew Fulton : I don’t think so, but thanks for throwing a wet fart on my idea. Where are you Jerry? Come back, all is forgiven….

Frank Salazar: Introducing their opponents, hailing from Pittsburgh, PA…. Representing the KGB…. Coming in at 6’ and 215lbs....with his tag partner the lovely Lady Sinclair Godfrey ..... He is The War That Walks .... DONZIG!!

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

Warren W. Webber : Ruin and Donzig starting this match up, not surprising, given the animosity between them thus far…

Andrew Fulton : Well Donna and Lady Godfrey are hardly BFFs now are they?

Warren W. Webber : Indeed… too true… The bell has rung and Donzig comes sprinting out at Ruin, but Ruin side steps him and shoves him off course, sends him careering into a neutral corner, but Donzig manages to use the momentum to run up the turnbuckles and launches back with a high cross body, great elevation, but Ruin catches him… Ruin laughs and walks around the ring with Donzig held across his chest … Donzig lashes out with an elbow, frustrated at being caught… Ruin snarls and dives backwards… Fall Away Slam!

Andrew Fulton : Donzig rolls to the outside clutching his back… Ruin gets back to his feet and taunts Donzig to get back in… Lady Godfrey and Donzig regroup, talking at ringside in hushed tones on the outside as the crowd boo and the referee counts Donzig out … … 1… … 2… … 3 … …4

Warren W. Webber : Donzig rolls in and Ruin stomps on him as he tries to get up… Donzig tucks himself under the bottom rope, shielding him from some of the wild kicks and shouts at the referee… The referee calls for a rope break… Ruin turns on the referee and tells him to stay out of his way… unbeknownst to Ruin, Lady Godfrey has scaled the turnbuckles and jumps off and dropkicks Ruin in the back?!! …

Andrew Fulton : Ruin stumbles forward and clashes heads with the referee and the referee looks to be out cold… If that was a calculated move to hurt a SWAT official then I heartily condemn the move (Fulton tries to stifle a laugh but can’t hide his amusement) … If it was an accident, it has definitely spiced up this encounter, because for a few moments at least, the rules are out the window…

Warren W. Webber : Ruin clearly has a hard head, the referee is down and bleeding, but Ruin just looks a bit groggy and is returning to his feet…

Andrew Fulton : Donzig and Lady Godfrey look stunned that he’s returning to his feet so quickly as he towers over them and grabs them both by the throat… The pair gasp, look at each other, nod and they both kick Ruin in the crown jewels… Ruin doubles up in pain… Donzig and Sinclair grab him by the head… Double DDT! …Sinclair rolls to the outside and is rooting around under the ring…

Warren W. Webber : Donzig is sat across the downed Ruin’s chest and pounding in huge punches… Donna gets in the ring behind Donzig and checks on the referee quickly… Team Donzig seem so fixated on beating down Ruin that they are giving Dangerous Donna no mind at all… What arrogance…

Andrew Fulton : They have a game plan and they are executing it… Let’s wait and see how this unfolds before we condemn them as arrogant…

Warren W. Webber : Donna hits the ropes; Donzig pauses his punching and looks up, but too late… SPEAR!!! …Donna speared Donzig clean off of Ruin’s chest and into the centre of the ring! …Donzig is recovering from the shock of the spear and gets back to his feet…

Andrew Fulton : Lady Godfrey has been setting up a table and found a chair under the ring, but has now heard the crowd reaction to Donna’s spear in the ring and looks concerned…

Warren W. Webber : Donna spins Donzig around and …STUNNER! (Stunner with a full leg splits) Donna hit her finisher, that amazing looking stunner on Donzig!!! …and “stunned” he truly is…

Andrew Fulton : Lady Godfrey is already in the ring with that chair though… Ruin is getting up and blam! …Lady Godfrey bashed Ruin back down again with a vicious chair shot to the crown of the head… Donna is still getting back to her feet after delivering her stunner and Lady Godfrey is approaching with that chair… Donna manages to grab the head of the chair before Lady Godfrey can swing it… The two are fighting over the chair as the referee appears to be moving again…

Warren W. Webber : Lady Godfrey has one last unsuccessful tug at the chair then lets it go… Donna suddenly gets ownership of the chair, but the momentum of the sudden grab flicks it up towards her face… Lady Godfrey superkick’s the chair into Dangerous Donna’s face!!!

Andrew Fulton : Donna falls through the ropes, holding the chair and disappears out of sight to the arena floor… The referee is starting to use the ropes to get to his feet… While his back is turned Lady Godfrey drags a barely moving Donzig onto the chair felled Ruin and we could get a finish here… The referee is slow to get back down, but he begins to count the cover laid out in front of him…

… … 1

… … 2

… … Kick out by Ruin!!!

Warren W. Webber : The jolt of being ejected from Ruin’s chest stirs something inside Donzig, but he still looks dumbfounded after Donna’s stunner… Donna is returning to her corner gingerly, nursing a bump coming out on her head, seemingly growing as we watch in real time… Lady Godfrey, already back in her corner, is yelling for her man to get up and fight… Donzig is trying to find his feet, but finds himself in the Ruin corner and Donna slams a knee into his ribs… Donzig winces in pain and quickly turns to punch her in retaliation, but Ruin catches the fist on the back swing, grips his huge hand around Donzig’s wrist, drags him away and slams him down with a Short arm clothesline!!!

Andrew Fulton : Smashed down with authority… Ruin goes to stomp on Donzig but he rolls over once to avoid the boot… Ruin readjusts and goes to stamp on him again, but again he rolls out of harm’s way… Ruin roars his frustration and leaps and drops an elbow on Donzig… this time he connects and knocks the wind clean out of Donzig …Ruin covers…

… … 1

… … 2

… Kick out by Donzig!

Warren W. Webber : Ruin drags up Donzig and lays in some big punches… Donzig is rocked back to a neutral corner, but he comes back with an eye rake on Ruin, which only seems to anger him as he blindly throws punches... Donzig manages to avoid the blows and hops up to the second turnbuckle, bounds off the second rope and hits a springboard double axe handle!

Andrew Fulton : …and Ruin is rocked by the blow and drops to his butt… Donzig goes to follow up, but Ruin shows great agility to do a backwards roll and finds himself back on his feet again in his own corner… Donna tags his open hand, but he didn’t seem to want to be tagged out, but she clearly wanted in… lot of spunk in this girl…

Warren W. Webber : Donzig hears the demand to be tagged in from his own corner and he smiles and takes a casual walk back to his corner and tags in Lady Godfrey… The two share a lot of trash talk as they stalk each other, looking for an opening… Donna grabs Lady Godfrey and… Saito suplex!! And covers…

… … 1

… … Donzig stomps on Donna for the save

Andrew Fulton : But Donzig entering only triggers Ruin back into the ring in a rage and he grabs Donzig by the throat… The referee is losing control here… Ruin walks Donzig away from the cover situation as he throttles hum… The referee is asking both men to leave the ring, but Ruin has spotted the table at the guard rail that Lady Godfrey set up earlier… He looks out at the crowd and they seem to understand and start a chant of “do it – do it – do it”…

Warren W. Webber : Meanwhile Lady Godfrey has thumbed Donna in the eye and stepped in behind her and slammed Donna down to the mat with a swift Russian Leg Sweep… Lady Godfrey follows up with a running knee to her downed opponent…

Andrew Fulton : Now Donzig and Ruin are on the ring apron edge and Ruin is about to chokeslam Donzig through the table at ringside, but at the last moment Donzig lashes out with a kick into Ruin’s nuts, breaks loose of the choke, takes in a huge breath, grabs Ruin around the waist as they both struggle for balance on the narrow apron edge and …BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!! …. THROUGH THE TABLE!!!

Warren W. Webber : Neither man is moving in the mess of metal brackets and splinters…

Andrew Fulton : Donna is back up as Lady Godfrey looks slightly distracted and concerned at the crash heard on the outside… Donna runs at Lady Godfrey with the last of her energy, but Lady Godfrey was playing possum and drop toe holds Donna down hard… Lady Godfrey crosses up Donna’s legs and steps in, she gets a fist full of her hair, grabs the arms and…. WITCH’S HAMMER!!!!! (The Wicked Stepsister) And she covers…

Warren W. Webber : Ruin has freed himself from the wreckage of the table, but he’s not going to be able to make the save in time…

… …1

… …2

… …3!!!

Frank Salazar: And your winners of the match by pinfall, Lady Sinclair Godfrey and The War That Walks .... DONZIG!!

Warren W. Webber : Amazing victory for Team Donzig and the KGB there… but I think this result will only fuel the hatred between these wrestlers…. Hang on, as if to stress the point, Ruin just grabbed Donzig and choke slammed him onto the arena floor! … Now he’s entering the ring and pointing at Lady Godfrey and saying she’s next… Lady Godfrey wisely decides that discretion is the better part of valour and bails out and heads around to try and help Donzig back to his feet… The referee is telling the time keeper to ring the bell to get some security down here to break this up… Ruin helps Donna back to her feet and sees how she is and then heads right back outside to foster some kind of revenge….. Security are on their way out here, but Ruin is between Team Donzig and the backstage and is holding his ground at the bottom of the ramp…. Ruin is throwing security guards around to keep his prey locked at ringside…

Andrew Fulton : I don’t think that Ruin is going to get his way here and I think Donzig and Lady Godfrey may even hop over the guard rail and find an alternative route to the locker rooms… Donzig snarls at him and then hisses and jumps at Ruin, Godfrey also running at him. Donzig is caught in a bear hug and no selling it in a rage wailing away at the head of Ruin with lefts and rights and Lady Godfrey is now on Ruins back and clawing at his eyes. Security manage to separate them and Donzig and Godfrey storm up the rampway. Raising their hands in victory as Ruin rages and starts chokeslaming all the security near him. More action coming up after this commercial break…

[vastrix]

The conference room/dressing room of Armand von Krauss. It looks like a war has hit the place. The conference table is on its side, the chairs having been tossed around the room. The desk has been split in half. There are holes in the walls in various places and it looks like the computer has little flames coming out of the broken screen on the monitor.

Armand von Krauss is in his ring gear, ready for his match, but he is pacing the floor with his smart phone in hand.

Armand von Krauss: Esmeralda…love…I had an affair. I didn’t finish, but…

Armand growls as he trails off, his explanation as to why he was having sex with Sunshine in the first place in doubt.

Armand von Krauss: She meant nothing to me…

That wasn’t right either. If she meant nothing, if the contact meant nothing, he would have simply choked her out for trying his faith. Esmeralda knows this.

Armand von Krauss: You see. It’s like this. I longed for a human connection. You spend so much time trying to find other suitors that…

Turning it around on Esmeralda would go over like throwing a lump of lead into the ocean and expecting it to float.

Armand von Krauss: I’m sorry, Esmeralda, I was weak.

Armand stops in his tracks in realization. It was really a combination of things. It was that he was so lonely because of Esmeralda’s fascination with affairs and it was at this moment of weakness that he gave into Sunshine’s pushy method of seduction.

Armand von Krauss: Esmeralda…I’m…sorry.

Armand grits his teeth, hissing through them as he crushes his smart phone in his hand. He throws the shattered remains at the wall.

Armand von Krauss: Do I owe the wife who slept with Shane Mitchell an explanation? Do I owe the wife who assaulted D and Alyssa Lucchi an explanation? Do I owe the wife who lusts after Pequeno Dinosaurio and Steve Awesome an explanation…

Armand sighs, anger doesn’t work either. Anger at his wife for her extramarital affairs does not take the sting out of the guilt for his own affair. Even if he did not “complete the deed”.

Armand walks over to the broken desk and picks up his golden cigarette case, getting out an untainted Egyptian cigarette to light. He starts pacing again, leaving a trail of smoke as he does so. He is thinking of “rational explanations” or at least ways to make him feel less guilty over wanting to get Sunshine back to finish the deed.

Noting that nothing is going to work to make himself feel better, he decides to focus on making someone else feel worse.

Armand von Krauss: Death Trap. This will be the third time that we will meet in a singles competition. The first time you won. The second time I won. This time is for keeps. This time will determine who is the better man between us. I will not allow any of my henchmen or allies to interfere in this battle. You will be mine, and mine alone, to finish. I will take great pleasure in taking you down and, how you might put it, make you my bitch.

You have proven to be a defiant opponent. Certainly a worthy adversary as you have gone through henchmen and allies to make it to me, but make no mistake. I will be the one coming out as the victor in this. I am what would would call the final boss.

Armand sighs again and flicks his cigarette butt away from himself in a random direction. It explodes against the underside of the conference table. Not even talking trash about how he’s going to defeat Death Trap is making him feel better.

Armand von Krauss: What am I going to do?

There is a light knock at the door. It opens to reveal Sunshine in her white dress. Armand spins around to look at her, his jaw dropping in shock.

Armand von Krauss: Why…why are you here?

Sunshine walks into the room, closing the door behind her. She plays with smoothing out her dress nervously.

Sunshine: I know you were upset when you found out that I was originally a rib by Keith Williams, but I know you’re lonely. I know that you need this. I think…I think that I need it too. I need to make you happy again. Can I make you happy?

Armand von Krauss: But my wife…but Esmeralda…

Sunshine: Is your affair score equal to hers? Have you laid as many women as she has men and women? Think of this as a measure of revenge. You’ll never have her equal, but you can feel like a King for just one day.

Armand breathes in deep, unable to contain his passions. He does want this. He does need this. But…at what cost? He had been faithful for…ever. He has been faithful for their entire marriage, something that Esmeralda cannot say. Would it be a measure of vengeance for her affairs that he does this now? Will that simple fact make his guilt evaporate away like the morning fog?

No.

Damn him for being guilty, damn him for wanting it anyway, damn him for giving in.

Armand tosses his golden cigarette pack and lighter to the side, holding out his arms. Sunshine smiles, unzipping her dress in the back, and letting it slide off of her body. Armand swallows hard as he looks upon her beauty. He will regret this. He will feel even more guilty later on. Still, he knows that he needs this more than he needs anything right now.

We see, but don’t see as Armand’s tights are dropped to his ankles and Sunshine gets right to work.

[sc4r]

| LUCKY STRIKE |

"No." Devon's voice speaks out as the screen is filled with the faceplate of the SWAT US Title. "I'm not lucky, Linda. I'm that damn good. I didn't need luck to matches, to win titles. I don't need luck to keep them. Luck doesn't exist in the ring and it barely exists outside of it. I suppose you could say I got lucky that Goth won the world title because it gave me a shot because I beat him, but even that's a stretch. Luck is a diminishing term. 'Oh, she won No Man's Land? She got lucky...', see? You're own nickname sells yourself short."

He sets the title down next to him as he hops up on the travel case, legs crisscrossed in front of him, his back against the wall, head up straight. "We've all dispatched monsters in our time, Linda. It's... not a new phenomenon. Hey, maybe if you're lucky you can enter that hall of fame spot sooner rather than later. Look.. I'm sorry, it's just.. this week.. your luck, heh, runs out."

"It's nice to see you finally taking an opponent serious." Devon's face drops as his head turns to the left to see Willa now sitting on the travel case next to his, cross legged, leaning forward towards him. "I take people seriously when they show me they need to be taken seriously. Goth. Donzig. Williams and now Linda. Yes, have all shown me that my full attention is needed. Other's haven't... that's not my fault."

"Speaking of Donzig," Willa begins as she reaches into Devon's jacket and pulls out the vape. "Don't you ever ask?" He retorts, grabbing it from her as she takes a hit from it. A large cloud escapes her mouth as she continues. "Did you hear what he had to say?"

"Yea, I heard him rattling his mouth. He wants to dance, all he has to do is put his name on the card. I'd be happy to oblige and drop him on his head... AGAIN. Or.. did that just slip your mind? This is all because of you! This is your fault! You're the one that woke up this.. thing inside me. This feeling, this.. beastial hunger that I haven't really had since the days of old. Few others have done their part to keep it alive and me satiated. Yoon's lack of respect made me weary. Williams was a nice battle and I hope Linda will be the same. It's nice when they at least work for it." He looks over at Willa, her face not moving. "What? You look like you have more on your mind."

"The interview." He furrows his eyebrows, unsure of what she means by her statement. "Yea, what about it?"

"I noticed you glossed over the part about.." He turns his head away quickly. "Yea.." he answers, cutting her off. "Why?"

He takes a deep breath and looks back at her. "Cause it's not a bridge I'm ready to cross yet.."

"You're going to have to sooner or later.."

"Yea.." He sighs as his head drops, looking down towards the floor. "I know."

The scene backs out slowly showing Devon sitting on the case, his vape in his hand, title sitting across his lap, sitting... alone.

| FIN |

[BlazeFNfreya]

-We fade into the backstage area where we see the one and only Blackpool Bombshell holding a rose which matches the colour of her bright and fiery orange locks. Her new black gear is hugging her tighter than ever and she appears to be unphased by her shortcomings in the World Championship Match-



“Eddie D, we walked in as tough opponents and left as even tougher allies. Sure, I’d still love to strip that belt off him, but without an actual earned opportunity, there’s no reason for me to be gunning for him. Not when we both wish to take down The KGB, I proved I can hang with the biggest of the big boys. I proved how rough I can play when I took Eddie to his limit n’ past it, only ending the match due to a bad call by Lucky Linda. I understand she isn’t a professional ref or anything, but I clearly had the shoulder up during my submission n’ had she only delayed 0.5 seconds on the count, I’d have been your new World Champion. However, it appears I’m needed elsewhere…”

-Blaze tilts her head at us, carelessly tossing the rose over her right shoulder as she moves closer. We can almost see her icy blue eyes through the lens’ of her bedazzled shades-

“I’m needed at the entrance gate to welcome back the most hypocritical HACK in SWAT’s history, since that’s her favourite subject n’ all. And while me n’ Suzi weren’t the greatest of friends, nor did we even get along, I wouldn’t dare say that a deceased member of this roster was “lower than us”... your words prove more despicable than your actions when you first made the shitty speech about who left and who stayed, sayin’ I was such a piece of shit for needing time-off right before you lost your belt to me n’ took time-off. Suzi wasn’t below either of us, which is why she was the only woman able to take it off me. Suzi will forever be a legend, she’ll live on through the history she made and people like me will destroy people like YOU for trying to belittle, or erase it.”

-Deep breath after deep breath and still no sign of her calming down, beginning to verbally assault her opponent as she’s known to do-

“Let’s see, your history is you lost to the woman you so harshly criticized on her way back into the company, then you left the company. Now YOU’re on your way back into the company, how’s the shoe feel on the other foot I wonder? -Shrugs- Never mind I don’t care to hear your answer, cos’ I’d rather not hear your ‘nails on the chalkboard’ ass voice again! I’d much rather you sit your Olympus-sized ass right there down the hall by the snack machines, knowing I could march down there any second n’ drag you to the ring ahead of time so I got lots more ass-whoopin’ minutes for ya, beat you down to a whimpering pile of whiny, worthless SHIT and send you packin’ for even more time-off! You sit there knowin’ that, also knowing I’m still just a stroll away, and you don’t do a damn thing about nothin’! I don’t care how badly the loss bothers you, I hope it keeps you up at night. Because I’m gonna beat you again, you’ll have two losses to cry about next time we’re moments away from a Blaze-Style Beatdown!”

-She grabs our camera giving us a fat smooch and leaving a lipstick print for us to enjoy as we fade to black, leaving us to believe that Olympia is in over her head on this one. But is she really? Has Blaze fully recovered from her five-star match with Eddie D? Stay tuned to find out! Only on SWAT!-

[thejerseydevildiva]

Act 1: Night of Miracles

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a surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency.
"the miracle of rising from the grave"

a highly improbable or extraordinary event, development, or accomplishment that brings very welcome consequences.
"it was a miracle that more people hadn't been killed or injured"
an amazing product or achievement, or an outstanding example of something.
"a machine which was a miracle of design"

Voice Over: Miracles, they say that they only happen once in a while. Tonight will be one of those nights. I have stood against all odds, and took everyone out that they have put in my path. But tonight it ends... It all ends for Rios...

The scene opens on the backstage area where we see the stage hands wandering the long hallways heading this way and that. A few superstars lingered in the hallway but soon wander away heading to their locker rooms. We soon see Joanne moving down the long hallway still covered in green slime from earlier that night. She mutters something in Italian as she rounds the corner and runs into Glenda. Her eyes flash red as Glenda is taken back slightly.

GG: M...M...Miss Canelli... Could I get a few words about your match against Rios tonight?

Joanne: I'm covered in green slime thanks to those assholes that dumped it on us. I'm not in the best of moods right now but I need to focus on what is comin' tonight... I mean Rios has been on the losin' end of matches lately and tonight isn't goin' to be any different.

GG: No one has heard from Rios yet, does that worry you?

Joanne: Why would it? I mean I have beaten her more than once and yet she hasn't said anythin' made her presence known... Nothin'! So what should I think? That she is waitin' to see if I'm goin' to respond to her or wait until we get into the ring to face off against each other? I'm not goin' to let her win this match that easy.

GG: Rios hasn't lost her title yet to anyone. What makes you so sure that you can take her down?

Joanne: It's simple, I plan on doin' what I need to do and I'll make sure that she doesn't get back up in the end.

GG: You sound like you're ready for anything that she can throw at you.

Joanne: That's because I am. I've gone back and watched the last couple of matches that we've been in and know where her weak spots are, where she leaves openin's in every move that she makes. That is one thin' that I learned over the years that I have been in this business. That if you study your opponent you have a better understandin' of how to take them down.

GG: Is there anything else that you would like to say to Rios before your match tonight?

Joanne looks down at the floor and then back at Glenda.

Joanne: Rios you and I have faced each other over and over and yet you only won once against me. I plan on destroyin' you and takin' what is mine. Rios the last match that you were in you failed... And you had a partner. I mean what are you goin' to do when you step into the ring alone with me? Hope that I will just lay down and walk all over me? Hardly. This is where it all ends for her and my title reign will begin. Now if you excuse me I need to get ready for my match.... Again.

GG: Of course. Good luck tonight Miss Canelli.

Joanne smirks.

Joanne: I don't need the luck... But Rios will when I'm done with her.

Joanne walks off heading back toward her locker room. She soon reaches it and opens the door, as a set of bright green glowing eyes are seen.

Voice: You never did look good in green...

Joanne smiles as she walks inside and closes the door behind her as the scene fades to black.

[edwarddubin0604]

(Olympia is watching Blaze Freya's promo a look of no emotion on her face with a possible trace of anger in her eyes. Glamourous Glenda comes up to her as she continues to watch Blaze's comments.)

Glamourous Glenda: "What do you think of her comments."

Olympia: "Isn't it ironic that if you speak your mind and be honest with everyone you get trashed for it. Well Blaze I was speaking my mind and being honest with everyone and if that's a crime or being offensive to her. Then that's her problem not mine and in a matter of moments we can address it in the ring kicking each other's asses all over the ring. We'll be pounding on each other from each ring post all over the ringside in the ringside seats and maybe beyond. If we have to we'll beat each other in the backstage area and beyond if we have to do so."

Glamourous Glenda: "You know she's going to want to beat you up after she lost to Eddie D."

Olympia: "I could care the fuck if she wants to beat up Rally and Keith for their rib off. Let me tell you something Blaze I'm one fired up Olympian and I'm not the same Olympia who went to JROK briefly. When Kira Izumi turned on me I snapped inside, and I got a real mean and aggressive mean streak and I'm coming into the this match with merciless aggression and a real bad attitude. This is a real fired up 'Golden Spartan' ready for war and war is what it's going to be."

Glamourous Glenda: "She threatened to actually drag you to the ring."

Olympia: "Yeah and she'll see that we'll be beating each other down on the way to the ring and continue without any ring introductions. Since that's the way she wants it and that's what she's going to get if that idea remains in her head."

Glamourous Glenda: "Telling by your bad mood. I guess you didn't find Rally or Keith yet and probably never will track them down."

Olympia: "Yeah and someone's going to have to an Olympic sized ass kicking and Blaze Freya you're going to be the one that has to suffer for those two pieces of trash. So if you think I'm not fired up and motivated you don't know the half of it. I have a real busy schedule and I plan on clearing it no matter how I do it and where and when I'll do it. So Blaze Freya you better hope my mood improves because you won't find the same Olympia from a few years ago. Oh and by the way Blaze enjoy Rally's and Keith's rib off because you could be next. Maybe you'll want to kick their asses if you can find them before I do. Then again you're probably enjoying the rib off seeing I was victimized first. That's going to be held against you and I'm going to give you an Olympic sized beat down. Count on it."

(Olympia leaves.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Olympia's really fired up and ready for war. Back to you guys."

(The scene slowly fades top black.)

[SWAT Team]

[The Olympic Theme plays and the Amatron shows an American Flag waving before fading to the Olympic flag as the words Olympia are shown. Olympia walks towards the ramp way with her head bowed down low as red, white and blue pyros explode. She stands there and then lifts her head slowly before marching down the ramp way. She removes the American flag and folds it with respect before doing the same with the Olympic flag and gives it to the ring attendant. She enters the ring and bows to all corners with respect and honouring the ringsiders before taking off her jacket revealing a red, white and blue MMA combat halter with the Olympic symbol on the front, tight red, white and blue MMA fighting trunks with USA on the front and red, white and blue wrestling boots with red, white and blue tassels. She takes off her gold medals and gives them and her jacket to the ring attendant. She tests the ropes and stares down her opponent with intensity and purpose.]

Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first … hailing from Olympia, Washington. Coming in at 6’ and 135 pounds. OLYMPIA!!!!

And introducing her opponent, she hails from Blackpool England. Comes in at 5’6 and 125 pounds …. The Blackpool Bombshell! BLAZE FREYA!!!

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

Warren Webber : Referee Mike Donovan calls for the bell and we are underway with this Amazons match.

Andrew Fulton : Are you still here? How long is Donzig going to hold Jerry for?

Warren Webber : Who knows, could be forever.

Andrew Fulton : Don’t get your hopes up.

Warren Webber : Blaze and Olympia meet in the ring and Olympia with an over the hip side takedown, Blaze quickly back to her feet and a 2nd over the hip side takedown. Olympia has tremendous mat skills.

Andrew Fulton : Well, duh. She is a former Olympian.

Warren Webber : Blaze runs the ropes and Olympia with a leapfrog but Blaze puts the brakes on and delivers a spinning roundhouse kick to the head of Olympia.

Andrew Fulton : 10!

Warren Webber : What?

Andrew Fulton : I score that a ten.

Warren Webber : We aren’t at the Olympics now.

Andrew Fulton : Blaze you fool! Not the move. Blaze is a TEN!

Warren Webber : She came close to being our new World Champion in that crazy lumberjack match at Breaking Point.

Andrew Fulton : She will get the gold one day. I believe it.

Warren Webber : Olympia a bit woozy from the kick and Blaze stays on her. Discuss clothesline! DDT! Blaze with the cover, hooks the leg ….

One ………..

Tw … kick out by Olympia.

Andrew Fulton : Blaze smiles, she knows it was too soon, just testing Olympia out.

Warren Webber : Olympia isn't one to be toyed with. She sweeps the legs of Blaze and then locks on a code red arm breaker.

Andrew Fulton : Blaze won't tap!

Warren Webber : Blaze howls in agony and slides her body around, inching her foot onto the rope.

Andrew Fulton : Break it Donovan!

Warren Webber : He is telling Olympia to break but she isn’t, she is holding onto the hold. Donovan starts a count and Olympia releases at 4. Wow. She said she was coming into this more aggressive and she meant it!

Andrew Fulton : Superkick! Blaze with a superkick!

Warren Webber : No! Olympia caught the foot!

Andrew Fulton : ENZIGURI!!!

Warren Webber : Blaze may have knocked Olympia out right there. Flush on the back of her head that Enziguri!

Andrew Fulton : Olympia back to her feet … HANDSPRING CUTTER BY BLAZE! Breathtaking.

Warren Webber : Keep it together Fulton! Blaze with the cover …..

One …………….

Two …………

Th …. Olympia with the shoulder up.

Andrew Fulton : Blaze going for a German suplex, Olympia counters it spinning around behind her ….

Warren Webber : REAR NAKED CHOKE!

Andrew Fulton : I wish Blaze was naked.

Warren Webber : Keep it in your pants man. Blaze is fading. Down to a knee and now Olympia has her in the middle of the ring. This should be it. Donovan holds up the hand of Blaze and it drops down lifelessly. A 2nd time and it drops again. He holds it up a 3rd time … will this be it?

Andrew Fulton : NO! Blaze holds her hand high in the air defiantly! She is ‘Blazing’ up!

Warren Webber : Blaze powers to her feet and runs the ropes, bouncing off them … TORN! TORRRRRN!!!! (Gore)

Andrew Fulton : Yes! This is going to be it right here!

Warren Webber : Cover by Blaze!

One ……….

Two ……………

THRE … Olympia gets the shoulder up!

Andrew Fulton : I don’t believe it!

Warren Webber : Believe it!

Andrew Fulton : Come on ref! That was three!

Warren Webber : Blaze is telling him that too …. Roll up by Olympia!

Andrew Fulton : NOOOO!!!

Warren Webber :

One ………

Two ……………..

THRE … Blaze rolls the shoulder.

Andrew Fulton : Phew. (Fulton lights a cigarette)

Warren Webber : Both women back to their feet. Blaze sticks her hand down the front of her pants and then holds it up in the air, the crowd popping! She goes for a big slap. But Olympia caught the wrist! She has tasted this move before and is having no part of it! She hoists Blaze up and drills her with a big Death Valley Driver!

Andrew Fulton : I’d have a big part of that move! (drooling)

Warren Webber : Spinning Full Nelson by Olympia w/overhead throw and bridge pin! What a combo!

One …………..

Two ………………

THRE … Blaze kicks out!

Andrew Fulton : (stubbing his smoke out) Come on Blaze! Put her away!

Warren Webber : Olympia whips Blaze to the ropes and Blaze with a back handspring headscissor DDT!!! Unbelievable!

Andrew Fulton : She can do it all!

Warren Webber : Olympia is dazed near the corner and backs into the opposite corner, sizing her up, then roll flips three times to the other side and catches Olympia with a Codebreaker!!! Cover by Freya!

One ……………

Two ……………

THRE … Olympia kicks out!

Andrew Fulton : Arm ringer by Olympia.

Warren Webber : Back to the submissions, she has a game plan and is sticking to it.

Andrew Fulton : Olympia spins the arm ringer again. Blaze works to the corner and runs up turnbuckle ….

Warren Webber : Spins and rolls around Olympia in a sunset flip backslide manoeuvre ….

     One …………..

 Two ………

THREE!!!

Andrew Fulton : Yes! Blaze got her!

Warren Webber : What a counter!

Andrew Fulton : She out wrestled the wrestler!

Warren Webber : Olympia is furious. Telling Donovan it was two … but he is having none of it and raises the arm of Blaze in victory.

Frank Salazar : Winner of the match …. .BLAZE FREYA!!!!!!

[Demon Hunter hits and Blaze poses for the fans, the thrill of victory running thru her as we fade.]

[frostbite]

Warren Webber: I understand that Kate Moss is on her way back to get an interview with Frostbite who from my sources just arrived a few minutes ago to the arena. It is certainly an important night for Frostbite as he gets a shot at the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship but he must try and go through a former KBG member and current champion, Eddie D.

Andrew Fulton: Do you think it wise to send her back there. with the state of mind he is right now in, the only thing that he has on his mind is getting his baby in his arms.

Warren Webber: I certainly understand the concern but the young lady has a job to do.

Andrew Fulton: I hope you have enough money for her funeral expenses because Frostbite might just set her on fire. I know when Frostbite has a big night such as tonight he does not like to be bothered he wants to focus on the task at hand and that is getting his baby and I have a feeling that tonight true love will finally be together.

Warren Webber: Certainly you are entitled to your believes but Eddie D, I believe he has revenge on his mind for the betrayal of the KGB and that will drive him tonight as he holds onto the title.

# WE SWITCH TO BACKSTAGE #

We see Kate Moss with microphone in hand as she is trying to find Frostbite locker room, but by her stride she does not appear to be in a hurry, maybe want Andrew said a few moments ago is starting to sink in, maybe she wants no parts of this interview but again have a job to do. Kate looking good as usually wearing a short tight fitting green skirt which comes to about her knees and has matching high heel shoes. She continues to search for Frostbite locker room but once again she begins to slow door maybe fear is starting to settle in, but she sticks her chest out and continues onward. She takes a long walk down this hall and then makes and makes a right, as she takes a few more steps until she gets to Frostbite locker room which as the sign states on his down written in icy blue letters. She turns to the cameraman as he shrugs his shoulders as she slowly pushes open the tan door. She slowly moves into the locker room as she looks around but she does not see anybody from what she can tell.

Kate Moss: I thought he was in here?

The cameraman shrugs his shoulders as he is confused as she is.

Warren Webber: I do not see him in there. My sources said that he was here.

Andrew Fulton: I guess your sources were wrong, between you and Jeremy our sources are usually wrong anyway. But then again did you two ever think that Frostbite is in the little boy's room. I do not think Kate can follow him in there.

Warren Webber: No wonder Jeremy can not stand you with such wise ass remarks like that.

Kate continues to search the entire locker room but no Frostbite, however she does spot the famous brown leather chair that he has been bringing to the area everywhere he goes because he wants his lady to feel relaxed but Kate does not even see his phone that Frostbite is so madly in love with as well.

Kate Moss: Come on Jimmy, let's go. we have other people to interview as well.

But as soon as her and Jimmy the cameraman turn around they bump into two men. One man is rather large with his massive arms folded as he just looks at the two with an intense look in his blue eyes. Standing right next to him, is another young man with short blonde hair wearing a red and black KGB tee shirt with long red tights and red and black boots. This young man looks at the bigger individual just shaking his head. Kate and Jimmy are taking aback when they discover it is Frostbite and Bruno.

Frostbite: I told you Bruno they would come around and get some final thoughts on my match against Eddie D.

Bruno nods his head.

Frostbite: Kate it appears your boy there has nervous hand. I have already destroy one camera today and I have no problem taking out another one.

Jimmy begins to shake as he is about to drop the camera but Bruno with surprise quickness for a big man catches the camera before it hits the floor. Jimmy takes one look at Bruno as he quickly goes flying out of the locker room.

Frostbite: Well Kate, it appears your cameraman left you high and dry, but you can relax you are in good hands with Bruno.

Kate looks around as she is not sure what to do or what to even say, but she gathers herself as a pro and pushes ahead.

Frostbite: Please go ahead Kate ask away. You would think about all these years people know that I do like to conduct interviews before big time matches.

Andrew Fulton: I told you guys that. Nobody ever listens.

Frostbite: Kate, ask away because I would like to hurry up and get this over with. Bruno and I, have somethings to go over. I value is advised, unlike you, and do not care about.

Kate Moss: Ah.........

Frostbite grabs the microphone from Kate.

Frostbite: I guess, I am going to have to this my damn thing shelf.

Kate Moss: Where have you been this last few minutes?

Frostbite is taking aback because she finally speaks.

Frostbite: We actually have a question? Well it is none of your damn business what myself and Bruno were doing.

Frostbite tosses the microphone back at Kate.

Frostbite: Morons!!!

Kate is about to walk away but Frostbite grabs her by right shoulder as he spins her around and grabs the microphone from her.

Frostbite: So you would like to know what I was doing.

Frostbite looks over toward Bruno.

Frostbite: Can you get word to the outside for me big man.

Bruno reaches in his pocket as he pulls out a walkie and says a few words, as he does that we get a live feed from right outside the building where we see Texas Pete who this evening is not in the usually attire that we have been seeing him wear of late. Texas Pete has on a blue tee shirt with blue jeans.

Frostbite: Texas Pete if you can hear me, just wave.

Texas Pete waves.

Frostbite: Excellent. Have you done what I told you to do. If you have nod your head.

Texas Pete nods his head.

Frostbite: Excellent. I want the cameraman outside to lower is camera if he will and look at what is right next to Texas Pete.

The cameraman lowers the camera as we see what appears to be several red gas cans all around Texas Pete.

Frostbite: Kate you want to know what I have been up to. I was outside helping Texas Pete taking care of a little bit of business.

Kate looks shocked by seeing the gas cans.

Frostbite: Kate, I am going to make this so simple that even everybody in this arena can understand and even Eddie D will get this. I am going to leave this arena tonight with my love in my arms one way or the other. Because if I do not, I will burn this arena and every soul that is in it. Kate, if I were you I would take the rest of the night off and wrestlers that have already been in that ring you better leave the building as well. Hell, if I were Eddie D, I would simply hand her over to me right now now and his life and others here tonight, I will spare them.

Kate quickly exit the locker room stage left.

Frostbite: See, for two years, I have pine for my love long enough. Tonight, my love and I are going to finally be together. I promise you if that does not happen then I will burn it all right to the ground. It is a promise. Texas Pete is on stand by and he will light it up. Enough is enough, it is time that my queen takes her rightful place on her throne next to me. Two damn years, is too damn long.

Bruno zooms in on the intense look in his blue eyes.

Frostbite: Tonight, my love we will finally be together, that I promise, because if we are not together by the end of the night, everybody in this arena will pay. I promise this will be a night that will go down in history. This will be one memorial that Packer and Tanner and even Spitz will never forget.

He laughs..

Frostbite: I am coming for you my love. Eddie I am done talking and now it is time to pay the devil himself.

BURN BABY AND YOU ARE ALL GOING TO BURN!!!!!!

Frostbite tosses the microphone to the ground as Bruno puts the camera on the floor as we head back to ringside.

Warren Webber: Dear God, Frostbite has lost it. He is telling us that if he does not walk out of her with the title he will burn everybody and this place to the ground.

Andrew Fulton: Well for all of your sakes he better leave here with his love or as he stated it will be a night that this company will never forget.

[thecomedian]

<Fade in to "The Golden God" Rally Jackson backstage at the Packer/Tanner Memorial show.  He walks into a locker room that reads "Benjamin Bolt."  He opens up a bag that must be Bolt's training bag.  He pulls out all of his wrestling gear and throws it out into the hallway.  He fills the bag with N95 masks, hand sanitizer, and face shields.>

Rally Jackson:  I have earned the reputation as a locker room ribber.  So much so that Keith Williams has challenged me to a "rib off."  I feel as though it would behoove me if I did not use this opportunity to push my social justice ideals and turn this locker room into the hashtag woke generation z they need to be.

Case in point, Benjamin Bolt has not taken this pandemic seriously.  I have decided to ensure that he does now by replacing his equipment with the essentials.  This delta variant is whiping out the entire world.  The Lamda variant is coming soon and eventually the _*Omega*_.

<Rally exits Bolts locker room and heads down the hall.  He makes his way into the locker room entitled "Johnny Sniper."  He takes his car keys a replaces it with keys to an electric car.>

Rally Jackson:  This man has not been very environmentally conscious.  Driving around a real gas guzzler.  From now on Johnny Sniper, you won't be pumping up all that gas that is letting off insane amounts of carbon emissions.  Now you're going to have to find where your nearest charging station is.  

<Bryan Gordon enters.>

Bryan Gordon:  Rally, you're a genius.  What a way to use this rib off to implement the important things you value most!

Rally Jackson:  Thanks, now let's go.  Get the cart.

<Bryan Gordon leaves and drives a cart over to the next locker room with the name Indian Assassins on it.  He backs the cart to the doorway.  Rally opens it and they drop off 200 pounds of organic kale into their room.>

Rally Jackson:  If these two want to start getting a winning streak going they need to start eating things that are not only good for the environment, but also good for their long term health.  I'm worried about you guys.

<Rally heads down to the next locker with the name "Bryan Gordon.">

Bryan Gordon:  Wh-why are we stopping here?

Rally Jackson:  I saw your tweet Bryan.

Bryan Gordon:  ::getting nervous::  Tweet?  What tweet?

Rally Jackson:  Questioning those who identify as _women_ in _women_ sports?

Bryan Gordon:  B-b-but that New Zealand weight lifter?

Rally Jackson:  SHE lost.  If SHE has such an unfair advantage she would have won!!

<Rally pulls out a strapon from his rib bag and starts swinging it at Bryan as we fade.>

[SWAT Team]

[Switch to the back and Goth and Vampira are in their locker room, and Vampira is just standing there, scowling, her bag open, and we see someone has defecated in it. Goth see’s what's happened and he roars in fury in an ancient dialect.]

Goth : JACKSON!!!!!

[He roars again in an ancient dialect then storms out of the room and runs right into Rally’s bodyguard Bryan Gordon. Goth grabs him with two fist fulls of his shirt planting him against the wall.]

Goth : Where is Jackson?

Bryan : Ummmm … I dont know. Why?

Goth : He shit in my loves bag!!!!!!

Bryan : No. No he didn’t. I promise it wasn’t him. I just saw the ReVs walking out of there before, Keith.

Goth : Keith? The ReVs? Where are they?

[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 the mic from Frank.]

Oxford Osland : Welcome to the World Famous Oxford Osland TV Title Challenge!

While at Night of Champions I was unsuccessful in my attempt to bring the X Crown to SWAT, never fear, because I still hold the most prestigious belt in all of wrestling right here. The SWAT TV Championship!

The X Crown is the accumulation of what? 20 something dead feds?

I represent THOUSANDS of TV Stations the World Wide!

Now … the last time we had the TV Title Challenge, we saw ……

[Evil green mist bellows out of the ring entrance and Goth storms the entrance. Osland looks up perplexed at why he is here. Goth doesn’t bother with any theatrics and charges for the ring.]

Osland : Whoa Goth! I think you got the wrong …..

Warren Webber : Goth is having none of this and storms the ring, Osland back peddling, he is oblivious!

Andrew Fulton : Oh man. This is the best! Not only did Rally shit in Vampira’s bag, he set the ReVs up to take the fall! Two for one!

[SWAT Tron lights up with an update Goth has his back to it and can’t see it.]

Keith : 5 Rally : 11

Warren Webber : Goth is fuming and Osland slides out of the ring away from him. Goth right out after him. Osland asking what is going on and Goth doesn’t even answer him, instead launches at him and starts wailing away like a mad man with crazy lefts and rights.

Andrew Fulton : Osland is covering up, he wasn’t ready for this onslaught!

Warren Webber : Is it now Goth Vs Osland for the TV Belt?

Andrew Fulton : I don’t know. I haven’t heard a bell ring, and I don’t think Goth is interested in a bell right now, he is ringing Oslands bell.

Warren Webber : Osland trying to cover up. He manages to get Goth off him and now they are both brawling.

Andrew Fulton : Osland is more fending for his life than brawling, he wants nothing to do with Goth, and who could blame him.

Warren Webber : Goth howls to the heavens and Osland jumps the railing and flee’s into the crowd.

Andrew Fulton : Goth is following him into the audience!

Warren Webber : Osland should be in the Olympics! He has a chance for the 100m sprint the way he is running!

Andrew Fulton : He’s gone! Out of there! Goth stands looking for him furious. The Crowd are screaming his name.

Crowd : GOTH! GOTH! GOTH!!! GOTH!!!

Warren Webber : Wow. I don’t think this was the TV Title Challenge Osland had in mind tonight! Coming up next, The US Title on the line as Devon D’Andre takes on ‘Lucky’ Linda La Fey![/div]