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[SWAT Team]

Frank Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SWAT United States Championship!

Linger, Cranberries hits and Lucky Linda makes her way down the ramp way, high fiving the fans.

Frank Salazar:Introducing now, hailing from Dublin, Ireland. Coming in at 5’5 and 130 pounds .... LUCKY LINDA LA FEY!!!

Warren W. Webber: Lucky Linda could be the next US champion. I wonder if she will rename the title?

Andrew Fulton: Who cares? She won’t beat Devon.

Warren W. Webber: What makes you think that?

Andrew Fulton: I can’t describe why exactly or the plebs will rake me over the coals for having an opinion.

The lights dim out as the soft opening notes of "Lights" pulses through the arena speakers. Spotlights ranging from green to gold and back again trace around crowd.

## I had a way then

Losing it all on my own

I had a heart then

But the queen has been overthrown ##

Devon bursts onto the stage as a pair of lights fixate on him, SWAT US Title firmly in hand. Slowly lowering the hood of his jacket he grins wide and drops to a knee. Dragging his hand across the floor of the stage, he lightly taps it twice with his fist before popping back up and beginning his trek towards the ring.

## And I'm not sleeping now

The dark is too hard to beat

And I'm not keeping up

The strength I need to push me

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone ##

Frank Salazar: Introducing next. Hailing from Chicago, Illinois. Standing six feet, three inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and sixteen pounds and is the current reigning and defending SWAT UNITED STATES CHAMPION..... DEVON... D'ANNNNDDDRRREEEE!!

The crowd rise to a modest reaction as Devon changes from a walk to a quick sprint to the ring. With a short, quick leap he slides under the bottom rope, literally rolling to a stop in the center of the ring, again perched down a knee.

## You shine them when I'm alone

And so I tell myself that I'll be strong

And dreaming when they're gone

'Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home

Calling, calling, calling home

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone

You shine them when I'm alone ##

He makes the same gesture in the ring as he did on the stage before the song fades and the lights rise. As that happens, Devon walks over to the far corner and sits on the bottom turnbuckle, waiting.

Warren W. Webber: The champion looks ready to defend his title.

Andrew Fulton: I would hope that he’s ready to defend his title or else it won’t be his title anymore.

Warren W. Webber: Well yeah. The bell sounds to start the match and Devon D’Andre is running right off the bat!

Andrew Fulton: Yakuza kick right off the bat! Linda has been flattened by that surprise kick!

Warren W. Webber: Devon continues to run to the ropes after delivering the yakuza kick. Linda jumps up and is run over by another yakuza kick!

Andrew Fulton: Devon goes to the ropes again and on the rebound, he goes for a third yakuza kick. This time, Linda is ready for him. She grabs his kicking leg, lifts up, and sweeps the other leg out from under him to send him to the mat!

Warren W. Webber: Devon gets up right away, but is grabbed by Linda. She hits a suplex, laying him back out on the mat.

Andrew Fulton: She grabs Devon as he gets up and throws him to the ropes, hitting a clothesline on the rebound.

Warren W. Webber: Linda goes to stomp on Devon, but he rolls away and to his feet.

Andrew Fulton: Devon hits a series of knife edge chops to the chest, eliciting a “Woo!” From the crowd with each strike.

Warren W. Webber: Devon whips Linda into the ropes and catches her on the rebound, hitting a spine buster before rolling her up for the pinfall!

One ……….

tw-no! Linda kicks out!

Warren W. Webber: Devon gets up and greets the rising Linda with a kick to the gut and a “Pure Gold 1” which is a cutter.

Andrew Fulton: Devon pressing his advantage, showing why exactly that he is the US champion!

Warren W. Webber: Devon stomps Linda a few ties before she can get up into a squatting position between stomps. Devon raises both fists to hammer her down, but she leaps into an uppercut that sends him back into a corner.

Andrew Fulton: Linda rushes at Devon, hitting an avalanche! She steps up to the middle turnbuckle and begins hammering away at Devon with right hands. The crowd count along with.

Warren W. Webber: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!

Andrew Fulton: Linda gets down from the corner and pulls Devon out. She whips him to the opposite corner, follows, leaps through the air, and slams into a foot that Devon gets up to counter the avalanche!

Warren W. Webber: What an impact! Linda goes down like a ton of bricks and Devon D’Andre just smiles as he walks around her. He pulls her to her feet and whips her into the ropes.

Andrew Fulton: Falcon Arrow! That was just brutal! Devon goes for the pinfall again!

One …………….

Two …………..

thr-NO! Linda kicks out!

Warren W. Webber: Devon D’Andre gets to his feet and watches as Linda slowly gets to her feet. He whips her into the ropes and goes for a back drop on the rebound, but Linda stops in her tracks! She grabs him in a front face lock, flips him over, and ROLL THE DICE!

Andrew Fulton: This time Linda goes for the pinfall on the prone Devon.

One ……………

Two ………………

Thr-no! Devon kicks out!

Warren W. Webber: Linda gets up to her feet, but Devon is a bit faster. Linda takes a swing, but Devon sidesteps it. He hits a rydeen bomb and goes for the pinfall!

One ……………..

Two ………….

Thre-NO!

Andrew Fulton : I have no idea how Linda got her shoulder up, but she did it! I wouldn’t have if I were her.

Warren W. Webber: She has incredible stamina, the highest in the Fed. Devon gets back to his feet and watches as Linda gets up so he can hit her with the spinning hook kick known as the Stinging Nail!

Andrew Fulton: Devon gets Linda up again. He begins the motion of a pumphandle lift, but Linda counters the finisher into a DDT!

Warren W. Webber: Linda is a bit slow to get up, but so is Devon. She makes it up first, gets into position, and hits a super kick that screams “I need dental work now”!

Andrew Fulton: Linda goes to the top rope! Is this it? Could we be seeing a new champion?

Warren W. Webber: Lucky Linda leaps into the air to hit the 450 top rope splash known as the Lucky Dip, but Devon rolls out of the way!

Andrew Fulton: Devon gets to his feet, grabs Linda, and hits the Pumphandle Lift Dropped into a Reverse STO known as Pure Gold III!

Warren W Webber : He goes for the cover…

One …………….

Two…………………..

Three!

Frank Salazar: Winner of the match and STILL SWAT United States Champion…Devon D’Andre!

Andrew Fulton: What a heck of a match! Linda gave her all, but just fell short!

Warren W. Webber: Credit to D’Andre. He is on fire here at SWAT and I think the rest of the fed better sit up and take notice.
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[Kyle]

Charlotte, North Carolina. The Spectrum Center. Hours before the doors are scheduled to open, Keith Williams has taken it upon himself to show up bright and early. A rolling suitcase clutched by one hand, the Ultimate Kingpin uses his free hand to pull out a fat wad of money. Turning over the cash to a suspicious looking catering boy, Williams confirms everything is in place.

Keith Williams: "Have the contents of the sandwiches been replaced?"

Saying nothing, the catering boy only nods to verify.

Keith Williams: "Good. Snack on shit, losers! Especially you, Rally! I hope the Gluttonous God goes back for seconds."

Strolling through an entrance into the arena, Keith is heard laughing until the door slams shut behind him.

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Keith Williams: "You wanna take a dump in another man's cup, huh?! Ruin the sanctity of The ReVenants' win?! What kind of slobbish monster are you?!"

Angry, yelling at the person that drew on this Iron Man Rib Off, KW throws down his suitcase in the locker room he'll be sharing with Oxford Osland.

Keith Williams: "I'm going to beat you at your own schtick, fat boy! This has been a long time coming! You'll be lucky when you die if a toilet is dedicated to your sorry memory, RJ!"

Unzipping his bag, Williams starts to pull out ziplocked bags that are labelled, each containing a nastier and more vile substance. Baby poop. Secreted dog anal gland juice. Honey badger semen. Rob Garcia's pubes. Crumbled chocolate chip cookies.

Keith Williams: "Jonnie Valentine, Tuxedo Mask, they aren't going to save you from the humiliation you're going to endure, Rally! I'll rib you; I'll rib everyone! I will become the rib master!"

Multiple bottles of spray tan are emptied out, followed by tubes of Icy Hot cream.

Keith Williams: "After this is done, Ox and I are claiming the SWAT World Tag Team Championships! That's a guarantee! As the 2021 Anzac Cup winners it's only right we get a shot. The ReVenants have been dominating the tag-team scene for months and we've proven ourselves to be the best. Bear O Dactyl, they're nice, they like to lucha, but they aren't better than us. If they were, they would have won the Anzac Cup. And as much as they're trying to fill the mask of someone like an El Combatiente, it ain't happening at the moment. You caught The KGB when they were vulnerable, that doesn't make you superior."

A random gimp mask is removed and thrown on the floor, no context is really given. It may or may not be utilized.

Keith Williams: "Celebrate, pat yourselves on the backs, but know that until you have a win over The ReVenants you aren't shit. You're throwing a party while defending against a team like Tong and Phantam. When the hard title defense gets here, let's see whether you have what it takes to come out on top. Can you two prevent what happened last time we met?"

Several combination locks are dispensed freely as Keith digs around looking for something else.

Keith Williams: "It hasn't escaped my attention that SWAT has managed to acquire two of the more desirable refugees from the now dead and defunct AWF. Cross Recoba was so kind to namedrop The ReVenants during his first of what I can expect to be many speeches. You're familiar with Neo James Carner and Rob Garcia, you'll soon become acquainted with "The Unbelievable" Oxford Osland. Dakota can yammer about DKO all she wants, here in SWAT only three letters matter... R-E-V!"

Holding up the V hand sign that The ReVenants are known to display, Keith looks at the camera surrounded by his disgusting props.

[SWAT Team]

Frank Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Frank Salazar: And is for the SWAT Tag Team Championships.

Lil' MC: You Ready for this, bitch?! We 'bout to have a mother fuckin' Prehistoric Picnic, Yo!

The rising guitar effect from the start of “The Bear Song” by Green Jelly sounds out around the arena, being punctuated by the loud tribal shouting of the beginning of “Walk The Dinosaur” by Was Not Was. Bear-O-Dactyl stride and slither, Union Jack roaring and throwing back his bear covered dome and Dinosaurio moving snake like on his belly down the entrance ramp.

BOOM BOOM ACKA LACKA LACKA BOOM!
BOOM BOOM ACKA LACKA BOOM BOOM!

Frank Salazar: Introducing first, at a combined weight of three hundred and seventy five pounds, Pequeño Dinosaurio, Union Jack, BEEEEEEEEAR O DAAAAAAAAAAACTYYYYYYYL!

Warren Webber: Here come the champions, confident as ever.

Andrew Fulton: Look at the way Pequeño Dinosaur is just slithering down the ramp. It’s as if the guy doesn’t even know how to walk. I mean how old is this guy because I was walking before I was two!

Warren Webber: Any thoughts on Union Jack?

Andrew Fulton: Look, for me these guys aren’t even a team. I don’t care how great they’ve been recently. I kinda like Jack at times which means it hurts more to see him teaming with this pathetic prehistoric personage.

Warren Webber: I think they have been great! They’re your reigning champions.

Andrew Fulton: It’s still two guys with a vaguely animal theme smushed together. I mean look at them, strolling into the ring and posing separately. Anybody can luck into a title shot.

Warren Webber: But they came 2nd in the ANZAC Cup!

Andrew Fulton: Gambler’s Folly to presume a team can’t be consistently lucky over a short period of time!

Bear-O-Dactyl finish posing, Bear looking out into the crowd and placing his ursine headdress down in their corner as the music fades, to be replaced with the trademark smooth females tones of “She’s So Fine,” and the accompanying entrance of Team Fairtex, surrounded as ever by a bevy of beauties.

Frank Salazar: And their opponents, weighing in a combined weight of four hundred and seventy pounds, hailing from Bangkok, Thailand, TONG, PHANTAM, TEEEEEEEEEEAM FAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIRTEEEEEEEEEEEX!

Andrew Fulton: You can say what you like about Team Fairtex but their taste in women is always amazing.

Warren Webber: The Muay Thai Masters do like to surround themselves with beauties. All approved by the wives the Hired Killers of course.

Andrew Fulton: Two guys who will kick your teeth down your throat and steal your belt to add to their collection. You have to respect that kind of attitude.

Warren Webber: You also have to respect their technical skills and their mastery of being able to blend professional wrestling and Muay Thai into one seamless package.

Andrew Fulton: If it didn’t work well those girls would have left an age ago!

As the referee checks over both teams, he signals for the teams to choose their first participant and calls for the bell…

DINGDINGDING!

Warren Webber: It looks like Phantam and Union Jack are going to start out the match. And Jack looks ready and able to defend his belt. A quick grasp of the arm gives Phantam control and he whips the Fairtex Brother against the ropes, sending the Thai Twin out of control. Jack ducks, looking for a backdrop but NO! Fairtex leapfrogs over the bent form of the British Bear and he heads for the far ropes. Now with more control over his own body, the man from Bangkok times a stiff looking head kick as Union Jack turns back around but Jack blocks it and grabs Phantam around the waist with his other arm, hitting a huge modified Exploder Suplex to send his Thai opponent flying across the ring.

Andrew Fulton: Union Jack ain’t the biggest guy in the world but he’s the most powerful guy in the match.

Warren Webber: Compact.

Andrew Fulton: Short but powerful. Low base.

Warren Webber: Phantam moving over to his own corner and tagging in his twin. Tong walks over to Union Jack and tries to find his range by jutting out a quick teep kick, Jack hopping backwards to avoid getting a boot to his sternum. Jack stepping back in swings a mighty arm and Tong weaves out of the way with a display of his martial arts background. It’s always better not to get hit if you can avoid it!

Andrew Fulton: Thank you Captain Obvious. What’s the alternative? Let Union Jack lariat you out of your boots? Of course he’s going to dodge!

Warren Webber: Following that dodge, Fairtex uses the shorter distance to fire off a vicious elbow right to the jaw of Union Jack. Tong follows up the pressure with more short elbows, one of the basic strikes of Muay Thai. If you lean in close to your screens you can see the way Jack’s head juts backwards with every crash of the elbow. Tong backing up now, Jack unsteady on his feet as Tong hits the ropes and spins in towards the Brit, shaping his elbow ready to smash it against Jack’s jaw… BUT JACK DUCKS! Tong Fairtex wheels out of control and Jack snags him from behind, falling backwards and back suplexing Fairtex at one HELL of an angle. That was a sickening impact!

Andrew Fulton: Right on the back of his neck. That’ll give you a pain when you wake up tomorrow.

Warren Webber: And Jack stays down to hook the leg…

ONE!

TWO!

TH… NO! Tong Fairtex kicks out!

Andrew Fulton: They train their neck strength in the orient from a young age. A normal man would have been dead and gone after being folded up like an accordion there but Tong Fairtex is made of stronger stuff.

Warren Webber: It looks like Union Jack is tagging out and Tong walks over to his own corner to get his brother back into the match. Pequeño Dinosaurio uses the top rope to spring into the ring, rolling straight back to his feet as Phantam takes his time getting inside the ring. Shows the difference between these two competitors.

Andrew Fulton: Methodical striking and submission based offense going up against an overenthusiastic dwarf with too much caffeine in his body.

Warren Webber: Not how I’d have put it.

Andrew Fulton: Because you’re just too nice to speak the truth.

Warren Webber: Anyway, Pequeño Dinosaurio looks ready to go as he grabs an arm of Phantam Fairtex. The Little Dinosaur hops to the second rope, then the top rope and springs off back into the ring, hitting a ring assisted Arm Drag. Pequeño rushes the far ropes now, heading into where Fairtex has stood back up and the Prehistoric Luchador leaps and grabs Phantam’s head with his legs and goes around and around, transitioning on his third spin to another arm drag! Pequeño Dinosaurio stands and bows for the fans!

Crowd: ESS-DUBYA-AY-TEE! ESS-DUBYA-AY-TEE!

Warren Webber: He’s picking his spot now. Pequeño Dinosaurio is watching carefully for when Phantam Fairtex is standing and with a rush against the ropes and a leap, the diminutive one hops into position for that lucha libre staple, the Huracanrana. But Phantam doesn’t let him finish the move! He charges to his own corner and LAUNCHES Dinosaurio back first into the turnbuckle with a savage running powerbomb, his brother timing a roundhouse enzuigiri to hit the back of the Mexican’s head as the running bomb lands!

Andrew Fulton: That’ll change the momentum of the match real fast. And it shows what I said earlier. Team Fairtex are entirely on the same page in this match. And that’s a huge advantage over SWAT’s resident horsefly and his ursine enthusiast ally.

Warren Webber: Tong Fairtex with the tag now and he’s going straight to work, clinching up Pequeño with the Muay Thai hooks and kneeing him hard in the breadbasket. The referee needs to watch this, backed into the corner like that with no clean break that’s five seconds and a DQ.

Andrew Fulton: And a good professional wrestler like Tong Fairtex is going to use every last millisecond before breaking it up. Just like he’s doing right now. And if you’re a fan of elite tag team strategy, watch how Phantam tags himself in to let Team Fairtex get another five seconds of double teaming. It’s beautiful to watch.

Warren Webber: Phantam now in with Tong and the brothers Fairtex are just teeing off on Dinosaurio, lashing his body with Muay Thai kicks from both sides. Man, with each of those strikes you can see the pain in Dino’s face. The Fairtexes let their Mexican opponent fall to the mat and Tong holds Pequeno down while Phantam hits a flipping leg drop across his back. Tong leaves the ring and Tong lifts Dinosaurio up, inverts him and puts him up in the Tree of Woe before tagging back to Tong.

Andrew Fulton: Tag, use the time, tag, use the time, tag. It’s like clockwork and it’s so good to watch.

Warren Webber: They’re really pushing the boundaries of the rules here.

Andrew Fulton: Pushing, not breaking. You lose if you get disqualified. There’s no punishment for getting NEARLY disqualified. It’s just good strategy.

Warren Webber: Well Team Fairtex has another five count to play with and they retreat to both neutral corners of the ring. And here comes the charge… DOUBLE BASEBALL SLIDE DROPKICK TO THE SIDES OF PEQUEÑO DINOSAURIO’S HEAD! And the littlest dinosaur falls off the ropes into a crumpled heap. Phantam now grabbing at Dinosaurio’s mask and holding his head up in the corner as Tong backs off and charges in… CANNONBALL! Phantam slips out the ring and Tong covers…

[ONE!

TWO!

TH ...…. NO! Pequeño Dinosaurio got his foot on the ropes!

Andrew Fulton: That’s the problem with pinning a guy so close to your corner. Even a midget like PD has a chance to get his leg on the rope. But I think Team Fairtex know enough about the strong position they’re in to take full advantage of the situation.

Warren Webber: You might be right on that. Phantam blind tagging in again and steps through the ropes as Tong starts to ascend the turnbuckles of his own corner. Phantam hauls Pequeño Dinosaurio to his feet and ducks under, jacking the unfortunate Dinosaur into the Electric Chair. And Tong looks confident, waiting for Phantam to walk backwards to the corner, setting PD up.

Andrew Fulton: OK, this could be the end. And, quite frankly, not a moment too soon. Fairtex Cutter coming up boys, served hot, straight from the oven.

Warren Webber: Tong eyes up his target and leaps off the turnbuckle, looking to snag Pequeño’s head on the way down… BUT THE LITTLE DINOSAUR DUCKS A LITTLE AND TONG FAIRTEX CRASHES AND BURNS BUTT FIRST ON THE UNFORGIVING CANVAS BELOW! PEQUEÑO WHIPS HIS BODY AROUND AND SCISSORS PHANTAM’S HEAD, FALLING BACK TO THE MAT WITH A MISTERIORANA!

Crowd: LET’S GO DI-NO! LET’S GO DI-NO!

Warren Webber: AND THE CROWD GO WILD AT THAT REVERSAL!

Andrew Fulton: What do these idiots know?

Warren Webber: Never mind that, DINOSAURIO HOLDS ON TO COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR…… No!

Andrew Fulton: Never a chance. Phantam Fairtex isn’t going down to that little runt no matter how beautiful the cover was.

Warren Webber: Pequeño Dinosaurio rolls to his knees and begins crawling to his own corner! He’s itching to get Union Jack back into this contest!

Andrew Fulton: Stop him! Grab that Insectorus Rex!

Warren Webber: Dinosaurio halfway across the ring and Phantam Fairtex grabs at his leg to stop him!

Andrew Fulton: YES!

Warren Webber: BUT DINOSAURIO SWINGS A LEG UP AND GOES FOR AN ENZUIGIRI!

Andrew Fulton: NO!

Warren Webber: PHANTAM DUCKS!

Andrew Fulton: YES!

Warren Webber: BUT PEQUEÑO DINOSAURIO WHIPS HIS OTHER LEG AND HITS A SOLE BUTT TO PHANTAM’S CHEST! PEQUEÑO DINOSAURIO ROLLS FORWARD AND TAGS THE OUTSTRETCHED ARM OF UNION JACK!

Andrew Fulton: NOOOOO!

Crowd: BEAR-O-DAC-TYL! BEAR-O-DAC-TYL! BEAR-O-DAC-TYL!

Warren Webber: Union Jack is back in the match! And the Ursine Warrior is taking no prisoners. He sets off at a pace and extends an arm… LARIAT FOR PHANTAM! Tong Fairtex gets in to help his twin brother… HE GETS FLATTENED WITH A LARIAT TOO! Phantam back up… ANOTHER LARIAT FOR PHANTAM! Tong gets back up… A SECOND LARIAT FOR HIM AS WELL! Both brothers stand and try to regroup mid ring as Jack hits the ropes… DOUBLE LARIAT TO BOTH MEMBERS OF TEAM FAIRTEX!

Crowd: JACK! JACK! JACK! JACK! JACK! JACK! JACK! JACK!

Andrew Fulton: This is getting out of control. Union Jack needs to get locked up for this performance.

Warren Webber: He’s not broken any rules!

Andrew Fulton: Maybe the staff here need to have a long hard look at the rulebook then.

Warren Webber: Union Jack, looking to press home an advantage, grabs hold of Phantam Fairtex and slings him overhead with an overhead belly to belly suplex, near taking Phantam out of his boots. Tong stands, facing the wrong way and Jack grabs him round the waist… release German suplex with authority! Jack is totally feeling it here! Gutwrench Suplex to Phantam! Double Arm Suplex to Tong! HALF NELSON SUPLEX TO PHANTAM THAT LANDS HIM SQUARE ON HIS HEAD! With a flurry of quick blows Tong goes back first to the ropes… Union Jack backs up…

Andrew Fulton: Oh no, this isn’t good… GET OUT OF THERE TONG!

Warren Webber: HERE IT COMES… UNION JACK CHARGES IN… THE BICYCLE KNEE! TONG FAIRTEX GOES FLYING THROUGH THE ROPES INTO A HEAP OUTSIDE!

Crowd: YOU-NION JACK! YOU-NION JACK!

Warren Webber: Now it looks like both Fairtex brothers are out for the count. And look at Pequeño Dinosaurio on the ring apron!

Andrew Fulton: That little moron. Why on earth would you want to get back into the match?

Warren Webber: For the glory of victory!

Andrew Fulton: Pass me the god damn sick bucket.

Warren Webber: THERE’S THE TAG! PEQUEÑO DINOSAURIO CLIMBS UP TO THE TOP ROPE! HERE IT COMES!

Andrew Fulton: Well, go on then! If you’re going to jump, JUMP you goof!

Warren Webber: Wait, is that Esmerelda coming down to ringside?

Andrew Fulton: I think it is. Well that’s at least improved the situation. A bit of class out here.

Warren Webber: It looks like Pequeño Dinosaurio doesn’t know whether to look at Esmeralda or finish the match. I think Union Jack is going to sort the problem out though. He steps through the ropes and… it looks like he’s ordering Esmeralda to the back! Esme turns away and takes a step away from the ring as Jack turns back towards the ring…. AND NO! MY GOD! ESMERALDA JUST TURNED ROUND AND PUNTED UNION JACK IN THE…

Andrew Fulton: Crown Jewels?

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO!

Warren Webber: BUT IT SHOULDN’T MATTER! PHANTAM FAIRTEX IS STILL DOWN! PEQUEÑO DINOSAURIO SAILS OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH THE FIVE… STAR… PTERODACTYL SPLASH…





Warren Webber: BUT PHANTAM FAIRTEX MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!

Andrew Fulton: He took way too long. Don’t get distracted. Concentrate on the match. Don’t be an idiot.

Warren Webber: Phantam Fairtex rolls across to cover…

ONE!

TWO!

TH ………. NO! PEQUEÑO DINOSAURIO HAS FIGHT LEFT IN HIM! Fairtex quickly now, wraps one arm in a Half Nelson and the other pinning it to form a choke.

Andrew Fulton: BILLION DOLLAR BUST!

Crowd: PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!

Warren Webber: This could be a tragedy. Pequeño Dinosaurio has fought so hard in recent weeks. And now the womanly wiles of Esmerelda could cost him the match AND the tag team titles. Dinosaurio reaches out towards the ropes. But Union Jack isn’t there to help.

Andrew Fulton: He’s busy being in a crumpled heap of post testicular sudden impact disorder.

Crowd: PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!

Warren Webber: Looking towards his corner, Pequeño Dinosaurio looks for his tag partner to come and save him...

Andrew Fulton: He’s not coming… and you can see light fading in Dino’s eyes.

TAPTAPTAPTAPTAP!

Andrew Fulton: And THERE’S the tap out. Thanks for playing.

DINGDINGDING!

Frank Salazar: Your winners, by submission and NEW SWAT Tag Team Champions, TEAM FAIRTEX!

Warren Webber: Bear-O-Dactyl were screwed. The evil machinations of Esmeralda played a big part in their loss.

Andrew Fulton: Hell hath no fury like a woman.

Warren Webber: Scorned?

Andrew Fulton: No. Just in general.

Warren Webber: Well on that note of wisdom, we’re going to commercial.

[frostbite]

We return to the scene of the crime, and that would be Frostbite locker room, as our cameras actually brave the element. We move though out the locker room but once again it appears to be empty and maybe when we last left him he has shown us footage where we had Texas Pete pour plenty of gas cans all around the arena to tell the world that if he does not leave here with the SWAT World title or his baby as he likes to say, then he is going to burn everybody and everything in this area to the ground. However it is pitch dark as you can see anything in front of you, but we do hear a slight squeaking noise off in the distance in this dark locker room. Our cameraman braves the element and with the light from the camera tries there best to see what might be in front of them. They spot the brown leather chair that Frostbite has been getting shipped from arena to arena just for his phone. The chair is rocking back and forth as it appears somebody might be in it this time around. We see Frostbite sitting in the chair with his phone in his hands with the picture of the SWAT World title as its pic base. Frostbite is focus on the picture of the title.

Frostbite: Tonight my love, the wait is finally over. I promise you, we will be together one way or the other. I have plans in place to burn everything and everybody to burn the ground unless we are not together. I know my love it is extreme measures but you should know by now, I would do anything to be with you. I can only imagine what Eddie D is doing to you right now. And yet you care for him. You know my love he has feelings for another woman. My intentions have always been clear, I never wanted anybody else but you. Always number one in my heart. I have proving my love for you time and time again. Think about it my love. I have gotten you a nice car with your own personally driver. I bought you that nice little place right on the beach here recently. I am giving you everything. I have burned people for you.

He holds his phone up high and over his head.

Frostbite: It is time my love to finally come home and be with the one man that cares about you. The fun and games are over with. I have chased you for two years. Please I beg of you my love, be with me. What else must I do to finally earn your love? What else must I do. I will go through anybody and everyone, just so we can be together.

Frostbite gets up from the brown leather chair as he places his phone in the chair.

Frostbite: Yes I will admit, I am can not stand to see how another man looks at you. I fly in a fit of rage because I know we are the perfect couple. I know you can see that. Maybe you do not feel the same way about me?

Frostbite leans over as if the phone is saying something to him.

Frostbite: Honey, I could not stand the fact that Eddie has you. They say a woman can ruin a nice friendship but then again Eddie and I, were never friends. We never hung out after the shows. He went his way and I went mine. Countless of men and the late, great Suzi Spitz and you as well. Maybe you like woman and if that is your thing, I am cool with that. I will get rid of Texas Pete and hire a young lady. Hell, I could bring Zoey in to look out for you.

Frostbite gets on his knees as he continues to beg with to his phone.

Frostbite: Please what was that song done by Billy Ray Cyrus. " Don't Tell My achy breaky heart." It might blow up and kill me dear. After I win my match tonight, you can have anything you want. I will get it for you. We can take a nice little vacation away together wherever you want to go. I saw the other day you were looking at spots in Hawaii, is that where you want to go dear. I will buy you a private jet and we can go there and take sometime away from things. I know Paul would have no problem letting us go away for a bit. The KGB can handle things while we are gone.

He pulls his phone closer as he starts to hug it.

Frostbite: Please love, no more games. I want you, I need you, hell I love you. I do have one more surprise for you my love.

Frostbite gets up as he walks away for a few seconds, he comes back with something in his hands. It appears to be a small red box. He slowly opens it up, as our camera zooms in it is an ring.

Frostbite: This is for you my love.

As out cameras zoom in, it appears to be an engagement ring, and the glow of the diamond and we do not have an idea how many carats it is, but it appears it might be quite a few, so much so that the ring is bigger than the phone. Frostbite gets down on his right knee.

Frostbite: My love will be have the honor in marrying me. I am willing to show you that I truly love you.

Frostbite puts the ring right next to his phone.

Frostbite: I hope you like it. So my love what is your answer?

Frostbite leans as if once again his phone is actually saying something to him.

Frostbite: Is the ring not big enough for you my love? I can always get something bigger you know. Nothing is too good for my love.

He leans back in once again as if it the phone is still saying something to him.

Frostbite: I know it is so sudden my love. But I love you and that is all that should matter.

He gets up off the floor.

Frostbite: I understand my love, you need time to think. I get it marriage is quite a big step in someone life. But you know I will take good care of you.

Frostbite takes the ring back at puts it back in the box as he closes it. He picks up the phone as he takes a seat in the chair holding the phone close to his heart.

Frostbite: Tonight, We are are going to finally be together and if we are not by the end of the night, well there is going to hell to pay. At the end of the night my love, I guess I will have your answer.

" Do you love me?"
or

"Do you not?"

And Eddie, she loves me.

The scene fades out and we head back to ringside.

Warren Webber: Frostbite has finally lost it. He ask his phone for her hand in marriage.

We see Andrew Fulton begin to cry.

Andrew Fulton: Frostbite is in love and want is so wrong with that. Maybe we can have a wedding tonight on such a great night.

Warren Webber: I can not believe you are crying over that. Frostbite has gone over the cliff.

Andrew Fulton: I wonder if Frostbite needs a best man. I can throw one hell of a bachelor party?

Warren Webber: I though she was still thinking it over.

Andrew Fulton: She will hopefully come to her senses and say yes.

Warren Webber: Dear God, you two have me losing my mind over here. Hell, I am worried will Frostbite really burn this arena to the ground if he does not leave here with the title tonight.

Andrew Fulton: History certainly will be made on way or the other.

[SWAT Team]

The house lights go down, as a spotlight goes over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the back of the entrance way, as "Courtesy Call" by Thousand Foot Krutch begins to play. A picture of the Italian Flag appears on the screen with the letters F.B.I over the flag, with the words "FULL BLOODED ITALIAN" written underneath.

Frank Salazar: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and is for the SWAT Amazons Championship! Introducing first, representing The KGB...

It soon changes to scenes of mob hits, newspaper clippings from just recent to the late 1900's, but soon changes once again, to shots of the Mafioso sitting in a large office and in limos, and in arena's from times since past. The spotlight focuses on four figures figures standing at the start of the ramp. This is Joanne and her bodyguards.

Frank Salazar: Residing at The Jersey Shore, New Jersey... A height of 5'11" and a weight of 135 pounds... THE JERSEY DEVIL DIVA... JJJJJJJJJJOOOOOOOOOOO-AAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE CCCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAA-NNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIII!!!

They make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle with Reno and Rude on either side, and Scarpaci following behind, talking among themselves ignoring the crowd around them. When they reach the ring, Reno holds open the ropes for her, as she slips inside, only to follow behind and stand in the middle of the ring, around her. She removes her jacket, and hands it to one of the guys before they head out of the ring.

"Bounce" by Danko Jones plays as Isabel Rios steps out from the curtains, the SWAT Amazons Championship slung over her shoulder. Isabel cracks her knuckles, assuming a pose for a few seconds as she's introduced.

Frank Salazar: Her opponent, making her way to the ring at this time... At a height of 5'6", weighing 161 pounds... She is your 2021 No Man's Land winner, the reigning and defending SWAT Amazons Champion... IIIIIIIIISSSSSAAAABBBBBBELLLLLLLLLL RIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSS!!!

Confidently striding down the rampway, Rios runs up the ring steps and calmly walks to the middle of the apron, ducking under the middle rope to enter.

Warren W. Webber: Phil Weston, the referee for this contest, explains the rules to both competitors and takes hold of the SWAT Amazons Championship. Showing it to Isabel Rios and Joanne Canelli, he lofts the gold overhead and displays it to those in attendance and watching at home.

Andrew Fulton: Come on, come on, come on. We already know how this goes!

Warren W. Webber: A little impatient, aren't we?

Andrew Fulton: The KGB needs a title, Webber.

Warren W. Webber: According to whom?

Andrew Fulton: HEADBUTT BY CANELLI! This isn't starting off slow! Joanne is showing how stiff and nasty she can be!

Warren W. Webber: Testing the strength of her cranium, the Don smashes her head into the champion's again and refuses to let go! Wrapping both arms around Rios, Canelli ragdolls her around the ring in an inescapable bearhug!

Andrew Fulton: Releasing Isabel, Joanne throws her down to the mat and plants a foot on the back of the champion's head! Infuriated, Rios fights out from underneath the boot and forearms the Jersey Devil Diva right in the mush!

Warren W. Webber: Laughing, Canelli dares her to throw another! Boom! Boom! Boom! Three forearms to the face and Canelli is unmoved! She's still laughing!

Andrew Fulton: What's she got to be afraid of, Webber? Joanne has the size advantage!

Warren W. Webber: Height wise, sure, but you're forgetting about Rios' weight and strength. Yelling at her opponent, the SWAT Amazons Champion grabs hold of Canelli... EXPLODER SUPLEX!!!

Andrew Fulton: Her back to Canelli, Rios slowly stands up, unaware that Joanne was unfazed by the move and already on her feet! Turning around, Isabel nearly has her head separated from her shoulders by a HUGE big boot from the Don!

Warren W. Webber: Picking up her dazed opponent, Canelli lugs Rios onto her shoulders and she might be looking for the Bull's Eye!

Andrew Fulton: She's going for it! But Rios spins down and catches Canelli with a Reverse STO! Isabel maintains her grip on Joanne, she's locked in the Koji Clutch!

Warren W. Webber: Wait a minute! Reno is on the apron and he's waving his arms to distract the official! Rude just slipped something to the Don! It's brass knuckles! This isn't right!

Andrew Fulton: It isn't wrong either, Webber! Canelli picks up the weapon and clocks Rios in the bridge of her nose, forcing an abrupt release of the submission! For good measure Joanne lands a shot to the chin of Isabel before throwing the brass knuckles back to Rude and covering the champion!

Warren W. Webber: What the hell?! Reno doesn't seem to have an issue anymore, removing himself to the floor as Phil Weston is none the wiser and counts a dirty pin.

ONE!!!


TWO!!!


THREE!!!

Frank Salazar: Your winner and NEW SWAT Amazons Champion... "THE JERSEY DEVIL DIVA" JOANNE CANELLI!!!

Andrew Fulton: Yes! All hail The KGB!

Warren W. Webber: This was an organized hit!

[thejerseydevildiva]

After the match ends Joanne stands with the Amazon Title in hand. She looks down at Rios and smiles an evil smile as she calls for a mic. She is handed a mic as her music cuts. She paces the ring all the while keeping an eye on Rios. The crowd boos.

Joanne: Ahhhh shut up! You're just pissed off because I finally took what is mine! I told Rios what was comin'! I destroyed her just like I said I would! You never underestimate someone like me and say that I can't so somethin' when I can.

Warren W Webber: She bet the message into Rios tonight and pulled off the win.

Andrew Fulton: I know I wouldn't want to get into the ring with her.

Joanne: This should have been mine a long time ago. But no, I had to wait in line! Now it's mine and there isn't anyone in that locker room that can stop me! So to all of the Amazons backstage if you think you have what it takes to step to me and try to take it from me!

She kicks Rios in the side and rolls shoves her out of the ring to the outside as she leans against the ropes looking back at the entrance way. 

Warren W Webber: She's waiting for someone to come out...

Andrew Fulton: I don't think she has a challenger yet.

Joanne smirks as she turns from the entrance way.

Joanne: That's what I thought. If anyone decides that they want a shot at me, then come at me with everythin' that you have. But just know that you won't be able to stop me.

Her music begins to play as she climbs out of the ring, and heads toward the back with the guys as the scene fades to black.

[edwarddubin0604]

(Olympia is watching the monitor and listening to Joanne Canneli's comments before turning to look at the camera.)

Olympia: "Joanne Cannelli since you challenged anyone to wrestle you for the SWAT Amazons Women's Championship. I accept your challenge and don't try to be a coward and back out because you said anyone in the Amazons locker room and here I am. So let's get it on anytime and anywhere Cannelli and see if you really can back up your words without your mobster goons interfering. See you in the ring if you truly have the guts."

(She continues to stare with purpose into the camera as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[vastrix]

The big screen comes to life to show Esmeralda von Krauss in the ring. It’s before NPW’s Honor goes on the air and the arena is empty.

Esmeralda von Krauss: Oh, Olympia. It is funny seeing you try to lay claim to a title shot for the Amazon’s title when you had to be dragged away and protected from little ole me. You think you deserve a shot at the Amazon’s title? You would think that you would have maybe defeated me in the ring at NPW’s show, but no. You barely escaped with your life.

Esmeralda struts around the ring as if she could hear the booing SWAT crowd with a smile. Maybe she can.

Esmeralda von Krauss: Your life was spared the night that we met outside of the ring. Do you hear me? People saved your life and now you have the audacity to come demand a title shot at the Amazon’s title.

Esmeralda takes out a bright blue cigarette holder and lights an Egyptian cigarette. She takes a drag and blows out a great gout of smoke into the air with a laugh.

Esmeralda von Krauss: I tell you what. I’ll come down there and face you at your home territory since you were so kind to come to mine. You defeat me and then maybe you earn that title shot. You don’t defeat me and well…maybe you don’t survive the night. We will just have to see how things play out, dahling.

Esmeralda cackles as the feed goes dark.

[SWAT Team]

Andrew Fulton: Now it is finally time to settle this blood feud once and for all!

Warren W. Webber: The stakes couldn’t be higher for Jonnie Valentine, Andrew. If he wins, a World title shot is in his future. If he loses? His whole entourage is committed to SWAT and ONLY SWAT.

Andrew Fulton: If I’m Suit, I kick his ass then bench him and let him sit and ROT for the trouble he’s caused.

[Peel Their Caps Back - Ice T blares thru the arena and the Bandit Mobil makes its way down thru the ramp way. Soutter and Bruno standing in the back. It drives down to ringside and they make their way into the ring.]

Frank Salazar: This match is scheduled for one fall. If Jonnie Valentine is victorious, he will earn a future World Title Opportunity here in SWAT. If he loses, he and his entire entourage must become SWAT exclusive. Introducing first, hailing from Melbourne, Australia. Coming in at 6’3 and 364 pounds ... Representing the KGB ... The Founder ... “MAD DOG” PAUL SOUTTER!!!

Andrew Fulton: Here he is, the mad genius behind SWAT and the KGB, the founder!

Warren W. Webber: After a very hard fought, and rather violent, tiff with XHF Legend Death Trap last show, the boss is out to extract his pound of flesh from Jonnie V.

[“I’m So Happy, I Could Dance” by the Salteens hits the arena as the fans rise to their feet in appreciation of Jonnie Valentine. Jonnie steps onto the stage and slaps hands with the fans as he runs down the ramp. He has on a red tasseled jacket over his wrestling trunks. He stops as he hits the bottom of the ramp and his face goes deadly serious. He glares in the ring at the Founder. He looks to the side of the ring where Bruno stands with the Bandit Mobile. He breathes deep and leaps onto the apron and then steps into the ring.]

Frank Salazar: And his opponent, hailing from Palm Springs, California. He clocks in at 5 feet 10 inches tall and 234 pounds … he is “Wrestling’s Social Butterfly” … JONNIE VALENTINE!

Andrew Fulton: Why do they cheer this ingrate? Do they not remember all the damage he did as commissioner? The fact that he was working with Tuxedo Mask, Syberus, and Rally Jackson in the Society of the New Breed?

Warren W. Webber: Apparently they appreciate an underdog story Fulton!

Andrew Fulton: More like underwhelming!

DING DING DING!

Andrew Fulton: The Big Bad Founder starts things off by showing off his clear strength advantage and powering that whelp back into the corner.

Warren W. Webber: Apparently nobody puts Jonnie in the corner as he ducks through the ropes to the apron and then slides under the bottom rope between the Founder’s legs!

Andrew Fulton: A futile effort Not Wazza. Nobody can overpower Soutter. Look at the majesty of his bulk. Jonnie is on borrowed time.

Warren W. Webber: Don’t tell Jonnie that. He manages to somersault out of the arm wrench and now has Paul in an arm wrench of his own!

Andrew Fulton: The Founder powers out of it with a hip toss. What grace. And now a shoulder barge sends the man of a million nicknames to the canvas. Oh look, he’s popping to his feet to act like that didn’t hurt- AND HE’S GONE!

Warren W. Webber: Good Lord! The distance on that beal toss from Mad Dog was certainly impressive. The fans even gasped in respect for it. Jonnie seems to be wary to duck back into a power battle here.

Andrew Fulton: Look at him cower. Mad Dog doesn’t let up! He charges Jonnie in the corner. But Jonnie escapes with a roll over Soutter’s back. The XHF Trios champ won’t relent on his pursuit of Jonnie’s exclusive services.

Warren W. Webber: Phrasing. Jonnie uses the momentum of the big bad bruiser against him with an arm drag. And another. And another! This time he cinches in the arm bar. Valentine is trying to sap the power from the much larger Soutter.

Andrew Fulton: Watch as Paul powers up. He’s free of the arm bar.

Warren W. Webber: Yes but his hand is on the mat and his elbow is in the air. Yup, the stomp to the elbow from Jonnie and Paul is recoiling in pain, favoring that left wrist and elbow. Jonnie continues to stomp the shoulder and wrist of the Founder.

Andrew Fulton: But the KGB never give up and Soutter rolls to his feet and shoves Jonnie all the way across the ring. Body avalanche crushes that idiot in the corner! Soutter just grabs the back of his head and dumps him to the mat. Big leg drop across the neck.

ONE!

TW- Kickout by Valentine.

Andrew Fulton: Soutter with the reverse chin lock, choking the life out of that identity challenged fool! And as Jonnie tries to escape? CLUBBING BLOWS! Look at the side of his head light up red like a tomato!

Warren W. Webber: Mad Dog is a bruiser to be sure. He stands up and hits the big splash!

ONE!

TWO!

Roll the shoulder!

[Soutter smirks and laughs. He drags Valentine to his feet and shrugs off two chops to the chest before hitting an overhand open-palm slap to the chest. The echoes thunder around the arena. Jonnie squirms as Soutter picks him up for the Soutter Special!]

Andrew Fulton: It’s OVER baby! Soutter nods to Bruno on the outside and opens his arms to- wait Jonnie slipped out the back! A reverse DDT from Jonnie!

Warren W. Webber: Valentine is a veteran with no shortage of stamina. Soutter should have known it couldn’t end that quickly. Jonnie now takes a second to catch his breath.

Andrew Fulton: A headlock? On the founder? Come on man.

Warren W. Webber: He has the hold locked in. Soutter pushes to his feet and, headlock takeover by Valentine. Soutter again pushes to his feet and Jonnie leaps and pushes off the top rope with another headlock takedown. He keeps the hold in, trying to drain the overwhelming power from the Founder.

Andrew Fulton: He’s giving up like half a foot and a hundred pounds. There is no way he is able to win this. Soutter is up! And Jonnie is sent off the ropes! He drops to the mat as Soutter goes over the top with a clothesline. On the rebound Soutter with … a …

Warren W. Webber: Go ahead. Soutter walked right into a drop toe hold. Valentine leaps onto the left arm with that fujiwara arm bar.

Andrew Fulton: Bah! This will never work. Valentine is out of his league and he knows it!

Warren W. Webber: I mean, he always seemed talented to me!

Andrew Fulton: From backstage? Where you talk to people while we call the action?

Warren W. Webber: Words hurt Fulton! Not as much as that arm bar seems to be hurting Mad Dog.

Andrew Fulton: Tis but a scratch!

Warren W. Webber: … Andrew it’s a submission, that quote doesn’t work here-

Andrew Fulton: HE’S HAD WORSE!

Warren W. Webber: Regardless, Soutter is using all his power to get to his feet and pull free of the hold. Jonnie hits the forearm to the back of the head. Soutter spins with a clothesline of his own but Valentine ties the arm up and pulls the inside cradle!

ONE!

Kickout with authority.

Andrew Fulton: An inside cradle. Really?

Warren W. Webber: It’s vintage Jonnie!

[Valentine is quick to hit a dropkick to the chest, sending Paul stumbling to the corner. He follows with a basement dropkick to the left knee. He pulls Paul to him and whips him hard to the corner, Jonnie falling face first to the mat from his own force.]

Warren W. Webber: Oof! Chest first into the turnbuckle! Soutter staggers out holding his chest and Jonnie uses all his power to slam the big man with a half nelson suplex!

Andrew Fulton: How is he doing this?

Warren W. Webber: Well Paul may be a brawler of the highest caliber but Jonnie is a technical wizard and no slouch in the power game himself. Jonnie now stalks the founder. He backs to the ropes to charge for a running Picture Perfect Dropkick!

Andrew Fulton: HA! Bruno grabbed his foot without the ref seeing. Now Valentine is arguing with Bruno. Wait for it… SPEAR!

Warren W. Webber: That certainly turns the tables. Soutter folded Valentine in half with the big bad spear, with the assist to Bruno. Paul picks up Jonnie and locks in a tight bear hug! He wants to make Jonnie willingly give up his right to work elsewhere!

Andrew Fulton: So disrespectful. Brings a tear to your eye, doesn’t it internet?

Warren W. Webber: … I hate you.

Andrew Fulton: Not as much as the KGB hates Wrestling’s Dad Bod here! Valentine refuses to give up. You can almost hear the ribs breaking, music to my ears Warren.

Andrew Fulton: Valentine is using every ounce of energy to get his feet to the mat. He finally does as The Founder hunches over to really apply pressure. After a while of reaching, Valentine is close to getting the ropes when Paul just … mercilessly dumps him to the mat with a back body drop.

Warren W. Webber: Valentine arches his back in agony and rolls under the ropes. Soutter moves in for the kill but the ref stops him. As Paul talks to the ref Bruno drives by with a big boot to the face of Jonnie, spilling him off the apron. Bruno wisely moves to the next side of the ring and whistles as the ref turns to check on Jonnie and begins a count.

Andrew Fulton: At 3, Soutter rolls out of the ring and pulverizes Jonnie with a clothesline. And now a whip shoulder first into the steel steps.

Warren W. Webber: Mad Dog laughs in triumph as he hauls Valentine to his feet. DROP TOE HOLD! The Founder’s face bounces off the steel steps. The ref is now at five! Jonnie rolls into the ring and catches his breath.

[Waiting until another 5 count, Jonnie rolls back out and grabs Soutter by the head and bounces it off the steps three times before the ref admonishes him and tells him to knock it off. Valentine relents and whips the big man into the barricade and then runs in with a running forearm. He grabs the left arm again and slams the forearm into the rail, then the elbow as well.]

Warren W. Webber: Soutter taking a beating from Valentine here.

Andrew Fulton: DQ him ref! That’s illegal!

Warren W. Webber: Here comes Bruno. Jonnie sees him coming and hits an overhead Belly to Belly! He quickly grabs the Founder and makes an escape at seven back into the ring. He rolls in the big man and steps into the ring.

Andrew Fulton: Soutter with a hard punch to the gut. He gets to his knees and unloads with two more huge hammer fists!

Warren W. Webber: But a knee strike to the head of the kneeling Soutter stops that surge! Valentine begins to drop knees to the back of the head of the grounded founder.

Andrew Fulton: He’ll come back. He always does. Jonnie now sits up Paul and hits a dropkick to the face. Jonnie locks in a hammerlock? Why?

Warren W. Webber: He pulls Soutter up and hits a hammerlock Northern Lights!

ONE!

TWO!

Bruno pulls the ref out of the ring.

[The ref admonishes him but Bruno straightens the ref’s collar and pats him on the cheek saying he was just helping. Jonnie argues with the ref to get back in. This gives Soutter time to hit a low blow from behind. Jonnie’s eyes bug out as Soutter slowly climbs to his feet and breathes heavily. He turns Jonnie around and hits him with a headbutt.]

Andrew Fulton: Back in control baby! Soutter now with a big vertical suplex. He floats over.

ONE!

TWO-kickout!

Warren W. Webber: Jonnie not ready to go down. Paul seems fine with this as he just hits a pair of clubbing forearms to the back of the neck. He pulls Wrestling’s Father Figure to his feet and locks both hands on his throat!

[Paul uses the entire five count before lifting Valentine into a backbreaker from the choke hold.]

Andrew Fulton: What a great combo! Look at Valentine! Rolling around holding his back, and throat, and balls!

Warren W. Webber: You’re sick. Paul now pulls him up once again and sets up for a powerbomb! But Jonnie pulls the legs out from under him and flips forward! Jackknife!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-Kickout!

Warren W. Webber: A close call for the founder there with that reversal from Jonnie. Soutter gets to his feet in a tired rage and grabs Jonnie. JAWBREAKER! Jonnie pulled the surprise jaw breaker! Bruno climbs on the apron as Jonnie runs off the ropes. He sees him! He ducks the clothesline from Soutter and hits the Picture Perfect Dropkick sending Bruno off the apron and through the barricade!

Andrew Fulton: Yeah and then he walked right into the biggest powerslam I’ve ever seen!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE! … no! The ref waves it off! The foot is on the ropes!

Warren W. Webber: Close call but Soutter’s power worked against him as he actually dumped Jonnie too far across the ring with the slam. He pulls Jonnie away.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Andrew Fulton: STAY ON HIM SUIT! Suit now pulls him to his feet. A chop from Jonnie! A hammer fist from Suit. Chop! (WOO!) Haymaker! CHOP! (WOO!) HAYMAKER!

Warren W. Webber: Suit pokes the eyes of Jonnie as the ref warns him. The Founder gets right in the face of his employee daring him to DQ him. The ref backs down. Chop from the blinded Valentine!

Andrew Fulton: A headbutt puts a stop to that. Suit sets up for the Soutter Special! Jonnie grabs the top rope? Suit is struggling to pull him free. Jonnie manages to pull himself off the big man’s shoulder. He ducks the clothesline sending Soutter spilling to the apron.

Warren W. Webber: Sensing blood! Jonnie DEADLIFT SUPLEX OVER THE ROPES!

[Both men are down. The ref counts. At the count of 8 Jonnie is up. At 9, Soutter follows. They begin to trade punches in the center of the ring.]

Andrew Fulton: Oh a HUGE headbutt from Suit!

Warren W. Webber: PICTURE PERFECT DROPKICK!!!

Andrew Fulton: The Founder doesn’t go down! He falls into the ropes then springs back with a clothesline!

Warren W. Webber: He’s woozy on his feet. He stumbles a bit but stays up. This could be it! He leans in to grab Jonnie, but Jonnie springs the trap! Inside Cradle!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE! Suit kicks free at 3.05!

Warren W. Webber: The ref is calling for the bell! Soutter is in disbelief! Valentine won the match! He gets a World Title shot!

Frank Salazar: YOUR WINNER OF THE MATCH AND EARNING A SWAT WORLD TITLE SHOT ... "Wrestling's Social Butterfly" ... JONNIE VALENTINE!!

Andrew Fulton: NO! HE CHEATED! SUIT KICKED OUT! HANGING CHADS I DEMAND A RECOUNT!

Warren W. Webber: No such luck Andrew! Valentine books it out of the ring as Soutter tries to attack. The Founder is left in the ring, head in his hands in shock as Jonnie walks up the ramp with his arms raised!

Frank Salazar : Winner of the match … Wrestling’s Social Butterfly … JONNIE VALENTINE!!!

Warren W. Webber : Suits irate! He’s going at Frank now ….

Andrew Fulton : BLAZE FREYA!!!

Warren W. Webber : Blaze storms the ring and takes out Suit with the Torn!!!! (Gore.) She spins around in a circle theatrically, her dress spinning up above her waist and then cartwheels and the dress drops again as she does so.

Andrew Fulton : Is she wearing any panties?

Warren W. Webber : Will you ….

Andrew Fulton : I didn’t see any!

Blaze Freya : (taking the mic from Frank) I have been messing with you Bandits for too long Mad Dog! Time to go straight to the top!

You and I! Next week at Battleground! And …let's make it interesting. (Suit is selling the Torn and looking up at her hurting) We all know you for the sexist pig you are! So, after I beat you next week! You have to wear THIS DRESS!!!

[Blaze drops the mic and leaves the ring, the crowd going wild.]

Warren W. Webber : The boss wear a dress? I can’t see it happening.

Andrew Fulton : Will he have to have no panties under it like her?

Soutter : (crawling to the mic as she makes it to the top of the rampway) You got it toots! But if you wanna make stips, after I beat YOU next week! You wont be wearing that dress either! YOU WONT BE WEARING ANYTHING! You will be wrestling NAKED!!!!

[We switch too ... ]

[edwarddubin0604]

(Olympia is watching the monitor as she listens to Esmerelda von Krauss's comments as Glamourous Glenda comes up to her.)

Glamourous Glenda: "What do you think of Esmerelda's comments."

Olympia: "You know how funny Esmerelda is when it comes to facts and I mean facts. You see at August on the Atlantic we never even had a match because she
attacked me from behind and a brawl took place in the ringside seats and for her information I was kicking her ass when the security personnel had to separate us."

Glamourous Glenda: "She did challenge you to a match here in SWAT."

Olympia: "Since I have some unfinished business with Esmerelda von Krauss and she is so insisting about facing me again. Tell you what Esmerelda and I hope you are listening or watching if your face isn't in covered in cigarette smoke. Let's sign the contract and settle this once and for all. I doubt we'll be settling things knowing she has a over inflated ego from all that flying in a blimp. You and me in any SWAT event anywhere and we'll see if you can win without sneak attacks or help from your friends. Then when I kick your ass I'm coming for you Joanne Cannelli. Hoorah!"

(She leaves.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Well there you have it. She accepted Esmerelda's challenge and we'll see what actually comes of it. Back to you."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

[Dave D-Flipz]

???: The better man … the better … man? I don’t actually know which is funnier. The fact he thinks he is a better wrestler than me … or the fact that he thinks he is a better man.

*We open in a dark room as we hear the previous statement through the door. We hear the door handle jiggle and then light streams into the locker room. A man in an Armani suit steps into the room, hair spiked up in the front, sunglasses on his face, duffel bag on his shoulder. The lights click on as the man closes the door behind him. He pulls the sunglasses from his face and clips them via the left ear piece to the pocket on his suit coat. He turns to the camera and stops dead in his tracks. It’s everyone’s favorite hero and punchline, Death Trap.*

Death Trap: Qué pasó? What the hell … Soutter really set up a camera in my locker room? Or … oh this is one of those ribs… well …

*He walks to the camera and sees it is broadcasting. It’s also … really poorly hidden … like it’s an obvious TV camera broadcasting to the arena and XHF Network … hidden in a pile of Rally Jackson merch.*

Death Trap: Piss poor. No rib for you, asshole. … But he’s for another day. May as well make use of this camera.

*DT walks past an end table with a bowler hat sitting on it. It is oddly sitting on its top with the brim facing up. He pays it no mind and dumps his sunglasses onto the table with it. He slowly pulls his suit jacket off and hangs it in the locker closet with his trademark Mariners compass and Italian flag emblazoned interlocked DT logo.*

Death Trap: Tonight … is the first step. The first step in reigning in the rampant horror that is the cancerous KGB. It’s only sad that it’s not End of Days yet. Because it’s where we sit for the KGB tonight. Requiem, pax, all that shit. Rest in pieces. Couldn’t happen to a worse group of assholes. It started with the tag titles going away. And then Suit lost his shot at maintaining a stranglehold on the marketability of one, Jonnie Valentine. I hear he’s wrestling’s favorite martian! Or something like that. Gotta say, we got off on the wrong foot, but taking it to the founder is impressive. Respect. Much as I dislike the man, Soutter is a big bopping bruiser and took it to me last show. Credit where it’s due! Unlike Mongo, the size isn’t all jell-o pudding!

*DT steps behind a screen set up in the room. Wouldn’t want to give Rally the satisfaction right?*

Death Trap: The better man. Armand … look. I know you aren’t exactly the kind of guy to see logic. Or have empathy. But you can surely see why I am hesitant to listen to a word you have to say. The first time it was a one on one match and I had to beat down 3 guys to get to you, while you wore shoes in a barefoot LEGO match. The second time it was one on one, I had you put down and beaten. And someone dressed as the medic who was SUPPOSED to call the match, attacked me and tied me to a gurney before I realized who it was. The guy who lost was the CONSCIOUS wrestler.

*We see his shadow pull the tie off and hang it over the screen, then the vest comes off. It gets neatly placed on a hangar and put in the locker, his hand reaching out from the screen to hang it.*

Death Trap: You will not the lack of you ever actually going ONE ON ONE with me … despite your word. And the distinct lack of you actually being awake to see any victories. But fine, the record shows you technically beat me. I’m good with that. I get it. Every big godfather type needs a marquee win. And who bigger than the Main Attraction.

*Off comes the pressed pants, tossed over the screen as well. We see him reaching into a different locker where his ring attire has been laid out by the helpful SWAT staff. Hey at least Paul makes sure to hire effective behind the scenes workers. Must pay them well to deal with all the shit Frostbite puts them through.*

Death Trap: But spare me the whole rubber match schpiel about the better man. A) Until you manage to wrestle an entire match without help, something I think I’ve yet to see in watching RSW, SWAT and now NPW … I refuse to entertain the option that you won’t return to form. I’m not stupid. I’m old enough to know when a man is a liar. And you sir, are the worst of the worst. You don’t have an honest bone in your body. You wouldn’t be capable of accepting a loss without a henchman to blame, even if it were God himself smiting you for all the various sins and crimes on your ledger.

*The tights go on and DT steps out from behind the screen. He tosses the hoodie on and zips it before sighing. He looks into the camera as he sits on a chair to lace his boots*

Death Trap: Armand, don’t fool yourself. I am, and have always been the better man. I am, and have always been, the superior wrestler. After all, I actually have eliminated Dylan Black from an X*Crown match. I’ve held that title. I’ve been a world champion TWICE in this network era. Even with an army, an airship, a circus of prison goons in orchestrated human cock fights … have you come close to tasting that glory? I mean it, for someone so smug and narcissistic, you sure don’t seem to be able to fake your way to the top. But … all of that … is secondary. Honestly? I don’t CARE about proving my superiority to you. I’ve done it. I don’t care about the scorecard. Wins and losses haven’t been important outside of title and contender matches in some time. Not to me. I don’t NEED to prove anything to anyone, least of all you, or me.

*He ties the left boot and yanks extra hard as the rage builds in him*

Death Trap: This is personal. You picked me as a target because I did a favor for a man I respect. And then you and your new ally, who you usurped and then had crawl back to you like the Sad Dog he is, found ways to keep me here, and make my life miserable. You made this about ending my career. So spare me the pleasantries and sad stories. Spare me the story of how you fucked some paid for whore and cried to your wife … while she was actively trying to screw another pair of men’s brains out. Spare me the sob stories. Spare me the lies to make yourself seem like you ‘aren’t so bad!’

*He pulls the laces on the right boot tight and ties them off before he picks up his hat and places it on his head … and something is off. He feels something gel like on the hat.*

Death Trap: Uh … that is to say …

*he pulls on the hat … his hair begins to lift with the hat. He lets the hat rest on his head. Convinced it will be fine after a bit of time. Yeah sure.*

Death Trap: … Armand this is not the gloating, arrogant Death Trap the KGB is used to beating down. This is the world ender. This is the faction killer. The company savior. This is what happens when you flip the switch and make me get serious. Few people realize I have another level. I try not to get into that mode as I’m getting older. I don’t want to burn the fuel all at once. But when the situation calls for it? Well … I get mad. And then I choke people out. Ask Hardcore Harry how that feels. Ask Reeshi what it’s like to wake up after the invincibility aura falls. Ask Eichi Yamaguchi where he had to go after I finished with him. Or better yet? Wait until a few minutes from now … and see what happens when you wake up in the medical room. Probably flanked by an army of clowns with crushed tracheas.

*DT stands up and struggles with the hat which has now firmly glued his head and hair to itself. A grimace and a grunt escape the XHF Legend as he tries to maintain composure and find a way out.*

Death Trap: You are mistaken Armand. Tonight will not be a respectful encounter. I have none for you. Should you choose to play fair, I might just gain a modicum of respect. But I’ve yet to see these vaunted skills you brag about. So show me what you can do. And I’ll show you why you need to back the fuck off and let me do my thing. All I want is to entertain. All I need is to hear the fans roar. All YOU have to do is let me do my thing and maybe you won’t get tangled up in these games. After all, you can’t win titles if you are so preoccupied hurting people and fighting them off when they reasonably look for revenge.

*He yanks*

Death Trap: GAH! What did I get on thi-

*He looks at his duffel bag which is still closed. His hat was in the bag … the arena is only responsible for his tights. A look of realization hits as he looks at the hat in the mirror, since he can’t get it off his head. “ReVenant Bowling! Sucker!”

Death Trap: Ah … well … I guess we both have something to learn about being careful not to tunnel vision. *Sigh* Armand, look. Tonight? We end this. I get my victory. I put you down. You likely come right back next week with the KGB by your side… trios titles, Amazon title, perhaps even SWAT World title … and you put on a show for the fans. No fire, no tricks, no bullshit. After all, what IS the end game of monopolizing a WRESTLING company? You learn from this battle and all the pain you all have gone through. You let the wrestlers here entertain. Or else I may have to come back again. And you won’t like that.

*He picks up his cell phone and dials a number*

Death Trap: Heed my warning and let this be the end of it, Armand. You don’t know what I am capable of. But I’ll give you a taste tonight. I’m ready for you. All it takes is to spring the trap-

Dr. Chaos: Mistress Discipline’s manager speaking, what can we do you for?

Death Trap: Chaos … odd question … Do you know how to get sticky white goo out of your hair?

*DT looks at the gorilla glue on the table where the hat was sitting and mumbles about Keith Williams as the laughter on the other end of the phone becomes uproarious and we hear:*

Mistress Discipline: Chaos? Who is it? What is so funny? I have so many questions!

[SWAT Team]

*The lights dim, red and gold strobe lights dart around the darkened arena. The soft ten second guitar intro to ”Shoulders” by Coheed and Cambria plays. The SWAT Tron had come to life when the lights dimmed and displays "And now … SWAT presents … its MAIN ATTRACTION!" A foot shatters the screen as the heavy guitar riff rocks the arena. Video clips begin playing showing Death Trap shoving Rally Jackson off the scaffold, spiking Joanne Canelli on her head, and tapping out Armand von Krauss in Japan. The first verse sets in as the screen flips to DT tapping out Jason Justice and being handed the MCCW World title for the second time.



"Listen now that I've got your attention, Got to let you know. I hate to see you go, now that you're gone we can enjoy the show. When you find them laughing at you there's no worse thing"



DT slowly walks into a red spotlight on the stage with his head down hidden under a hoodie. It's black and has his custom interlocking DT logo with an Italian flag and mariners compass on it on the back. He stands in the spotlight and slowly looks up showing off his signature bowler hat and sunglasses under the hood. The screen shows images of his victories over Alexis Grace, Duke Kosloff, Ai Moe, and Jeremiah Vastrix all split screen one per corner all in his signature 'Death Trap' Dragon Clutch finisher. It then flashes to him holding the EOD 2019 briefcase over his head. It quickly transforms into him getting three pinfalls over Anthony Caffrey and being handed the X*Crown facemask before wiping into an image of DT posing with his custom X*Crown belt, the ECF title with a big bad X on it.



"Hey … my wicked eyes do see that I'm the one with the world on my shoulders"



He slowly pushes the hood back revealing a serious face as he lowers his sunglasses before pulling them off and placing them in his hoodie pocket as he gazes around the sold out crowd. The strobe lights turn blue and move faster around the arena as he soaks in the adoration of the SWAT faithful.



Frank Salazar: "Making his way to the ring, hailing from Seattle, Washington, standing at 6'4" and weighing in at 260 pounds, he is self-proclaimed Savior of SWAT … former two time X*Crown Champion … The Main Attraction ... DEATH TRAP!"



"You're going out of your way just to keep me down. Maybe we weren't made for each other, and I'm just the one you can keep around"



He unzips the hoodie as he moves towards the ring and drops it to the floor as he reaches the ring steps. He stops on the ring steps to look out at the crowd. He climbs to the apron and spins, hooking his arms over the top rope. A blue spotlight illuminates DT in the ring as the strobes die down. The SWAT tron shows “Saving SWAT, one match at a time.” He points out to the crowd and amps them up before stepping through the middle rope and running to the opposite side, grasping the top rope as he steps onto the bottom rope and points out at the crowd again. He steps to the center of the ring and removes his hat, tossing it to the timekeeper, before stretching on the ropes and cracking his neck and knuckles, waiting for the bell.*



A. Fulton: This crowd is on their feet for this man! Death Trap!

W. Webber: Last week, DT handed the KGB a huge defeat by beating Soutter, will he had them another by defeating Armand Von Krauss?

[”Circus Apocalypse” by Vermillion Lies begins playing as Armand von Krauss walks out from the back. He looks around at the crowd with an arrogant smirk before lighting up an Egyptian cigarette. He walks down to the ring while smoking his cigarette, soaking in the boos from the crowd. Once he gets down to the ring, he flicks the cigarette butt into the crowd. He steps through the ropes and leans in his corner.]



Frank Salazar : And introducing now … hailing from Cologne, Germany. Coming in at 6’2 and 245 pounds …. Representing the KGB! ARMAND VON KRAUSS!!!



W. Webber: These fans are not as excited to see Armand Von Krauss!

A. Fulton: The KGB doesn't care if they get cheered, Webber! They are here for business!

W. Webber: Let's hope Armand can focus with all of the things going on tonight! And I do mean his personal life.

A. Fulton: How dare you, sir!

Inside the ring, the ref is speaking to a sullen looking Armand as he watches DT across the ring. And then the ref calls for the bell, and the fans go wild as the pair of them walk forward. They are face to face, Death Trap talking trash as Armand just smirks at him. Armand's hand lifts suddenly, and he delivers a hard slap across DT's face which makes DT came back with a flurry of punches. Armand is driven into the corner, and the Ref calls for a break.

W. Webber: Armand with a thumb to the eyes! The ref missed it!

A. Fulton: Armand pressing his advantage, locking on an abdominal stretch.

DT grimaces, and reaches for the ropes as Armand tightens the hold.

A. Fulton: Armand has it locked on deep, but DT has the ropes!

The ref starts a count, urging Armand to break the hold as the fans boo!

W. Webber: The fans are furious, booing wildly as Armand breaks the hold at the four!

Death Trap leans on the ropes, and Armand pushes past the ref to come charging back in but DT throws him to the outside! The fans cheer, and DT follows after him.

A. Fulton: The Referee needs to get this match under control! Death Trap needs to get this inside the ring!

W. Webber: Death Trap is slamming Armand off the barricade, and now into the ring. He is taking out months of aggravation on Armand, and the fans are loving it. He throws him into the ring post, and rolls back inside to break the count.

Armand recovers, and throws himself at Death Trap as he comes back in. Slamming his head off the ring before he throws him back inside, he follows after him.

W. Webber: Armand locks on a knee bar! The fans boo, and Death Trap crawls for the ropes!

A. Fulton: The ref counts, and Armand argues with him trying to disrupt that count!

The hold is finally broke, and DT holds at his leg as Armand is yelling at the ref. But DT hauls himself upwards, limping forward to lock on a 'Kata ha jime'. Armand topples, and DT tightens the hold as Armand reaches for the ropes. He was pushing himself around, but it is locked on deep as the fans go wild.


W. Webber: Armand is in trouble! He is fading fast, and the ref lifts his arm!

It fell once, it fell twice, and then on the third it shook!

A. Fulton: Armand is still in this thing! He is reaching for the rope!

Armand's foot goes over the rope, and the fans boo as the ref gets DT to break the hold. He is back on his feet, stomping away at Armand before the KGB member rolls to the outside. The ref holds DT back from following him, and the fans jeer.

A. Fulton: Armand regrouping on the outside! These fans are not having it!

W. Webber: DT is furious! And finally heads for the ropes, breaking past the ref! Armand grabs him from the outside, snapping DT's throat across the ropes!

The fans boo, and Armand laughs as he rolls back inside. It is his turn to stomp and kick on DT who rolls away, he is on his feet.

W. Webber: Armand charges in, jerking DT away from the ropes with a hard German Suplex!

A. Fulton: The KGB is full force, and Armand drags DT up for another suplex! And the fans boo as he goes for the cover.

1....2....

W. Webber: DT kicks out! DT is back up, and the fans are loving it!

Inside the ring, Armand is arguing with the ref. And then he is ripped backwards, being spun around before being hit with a thrust kick. He staggers back, and DT wastes no time hitting the Quick Kill Combo to the delight of the fans. Death Trap was furous, and throws Armand at the ropes catching him with a hip toss on the rebound!

A. Fulton: These fans are showing total disrespect to the KGB and Armand! And it is sickening!

W. Webber: No more then they deserve, Fulton!

Armand is on his feet, holding his back as he staggers forward. Death Trap wastes no time, hammering him with a drop kick! The fans cheer, and DT drags him towards the center of the ring before locking on the Seattle Stretch! The ref drops asking Armand if he gives up, but Armand is fighting his way free.

A. Fulton: Armand almost at the ropes, and that bastard DT drags him back to the center of the ring!

Death Trap locks the hold back on, and the fans go wild as Armand struggles to break the hold.

W. Webber: How much of Armand's mental distraction is going into this match! He seems to be a step behind Death Trap tonight!

A. Fulton: How dare you! How dare you mock this man's pain! I hope someone locks you in a cell next!

W. Webber: You mean that sociopath Donzig! I will say it!

Armand reaches over with his fading strength, and drove a few punches at DT's face. The hold was broken, and the fans booed.

W. Webber: Armand throws DT at the corner, and catches him with a hip toss off the rebound! The fans boo!

A. Fulton: A german suplex sends DT back to the mat, and Armand locks on the Figure Four in the center of the ring!

The fans boo, and the ref checks on DT as Armand pulls back on the hold. He smirks at DT, tightening the hold as DT tries to get to the ropes.


W. Webber: Death Trap is not going to tap! This is a war!

A. Fulton: These two have been putting on a submissions clinic tonight! And Death Trap is finally rolling through, he is reversing the hold!

Armand screams now as the hold is reversed, and he crawls for the ropes as the fans cheer. Death Trap is in control now, and the place is going wild!

A. Fulton: He is back on his feet, limping as he turns around! And DT is waiting, and he nails him with the Main Attraction! Oh, no! No!

The roof comes off the building as the fans erupt in cheers.

W. Webber: Death Trap makes the cover, and the fans are on their feet!

1....

2....

The ref's hand lifts and starts to fall, and then suddenly he is ripped from the ring! The fans erupt in boos, and DT sees Donzig punch the ref before he turns to glare at him. Death Trap starts cursing, ranting as he comes to his feet. He is clearly furious, and wastes no time in going to the outside. The fans are loving it as the pair start trading punches, brawling on the outside.

W. Webber: Donzig just cost DT this match! The KGB up to their usual tricks! This is bullshit!

A. Fulton: How dare you!

W. Webber: Donzig grabs DT, trying to throw DT at the stairs before DT reversed and Donzig and the stairs go flying!

The fans erupt, and DT flips Donzig off before he rolls into the ring. Armand is waiting for him though, hitting him with knee lifts. The fans are not at all happy, and Armand plants him with a DDT. Donzig is inside the ring now, and he wastes no time leaping on Death Trap with a flurry of blows!

W. Webber: IS THIS HOW THE KGB DOES BUSINESS? TWO ON ONE?

A. Fulton: DT is a menace!

Inside the ring, Donzig drags DT to his feet laughing as he shoves him to Armand who wastes no time in planting him with another series of suplexes! The fans boo, and the KGB mocks them. Then Death Trap comes back to life, throwing stiff shots at Armand before he hits him with a thrust kick that drives him back. He spins around, lunging for Donzig who steps back before unleashing the Black Mist!

But Death Trap ducks, and the mist hits the rising Armand in the face!

A. Fulton: NO! NO! NO!

W. Webber: Take that Armand!

Armand claws at his eyes and face, stumbling as Donzig stares in shock. Death Trap wastes no time taking advantage of the chaos!

W. Webber: Death Trap grabs Donzig, and hits him with ONE OF A KIND! ONE OF A KIND!

A. Fulton: NOOOOOOOO!

Donzig is kicked to the outside, and the ref has finally recovered to climb into the ring looking rather shaken still. But Death Trap doesn't care, nailing the blinded Armand with Cut the Strings! And the fans are on their feet, chanting for DT before he locks on the Death Trap! Armand struggles for the ropes, but soon enough he goes limp as the ref lifts his arm.

The arm falls once, it falls twice.

And then it drops a third time!

Webber and the fans are going insane, and Fulton is beside himself as Donzig staggers to his feet. Helping Armand from the ring as he glares with hatred at Death Trap who motions for the Harbinger of Death to bring it on. Donzig snarls, arm around his Trios partner as they head up the ramp.

[SWAT Team]

(The show returns from commercials for the latest fall television shows, movies along with pre season football games and various SWAT and Hardkore World superstars from past and present sharing heartfelt memories of Reginald P. Packer, Adrian Tanner and Suzi Spitz. There's a spot featuring the Packer/Tanner Commemorative Edition Program as well as a special DVD edition. The scene fades to ringside where ringsiders hold signs holding signs saying "The Big Deal does another!," "Frosty Loses his Love!," "We'll miss you Suzi Spitz!," "Goodbye Vicious Vixen!," "The Big Deal!" and "Frostbite dials a wrong number!" before fading to the broadcast booth where Warren W. Webber and Andrew Fulton are sitting wearing officially licensed SWAT masks and baseball caps and headsets.)

Warren W. Webber: "Welcome back to the Packer/Tanner Memorial Show and it's been quite a show with your girlfriend Blaze Freya literally having to fight for her victory against a tougher than expected Olympia who seems to have had a new change in attitude."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah but that was all talk since Blaze Freya still beat her."

Warren W. Webber: "We have seen countless ribs tonight by Keith and Rally which turned this memorial tribute to Suzi Spitz into a complete debacle and an embarrassment to the whole XHF."

Andrew Fulton: "You can bet the whole locker room is going to quit or worse if Soutter does nothing about it."

Warren W. Webber: "Right now it's time for the main event of the evening and what better way to climax this prestigious show than having SWAT World Heavyweight Champion 'The Good Guy' Eddie D. defending his championship against 'The Cold Hearted Bastard' Frostbite. This has been highly anticipated for quite some time since Frostbite wants to be united with his love and threatened to burn the house down."

Andrew Fulton: "You know what they say don't screw with The KGB and you especially don't screw around with Frostbite. He's an obsessed man on a mission and he's left his own trail of ribbing opponents like burning people's photos, cars and anything he wants because he doesn't like the look of. Frostbite has a huge chance to win the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship and he's going to be united with his love like in all those romantic novels and movies."

Warren W. Webber: "Eddie D.'s been a true fighting champion taking on everybody put in his way since defeating Psychotic Goth in a brutal battle. Now he's going to be in a true bloodbath with an out of control lunatic Frostbite with no help from The KGB not that they will help him. They showed that by attacking him and delivering a beatdown."

Andrew Fulton: "That's what happens when you place your overinflated ego over everyone else. The KGB has proven they dominated over SWAT and all over the XHF Network. The KGB owns the XHF Trios Championships and they won't stop until they have all the gold. KGB highlights bring the likes"

Warren W. Webber: "The last I saw it was Psychotic Goth who had the most highlight likes especially his rampage in the ring going after every rival participant in the XHF Trios Championship Match. Anyway, the whole SWAT roster had enough of The KGB's antics and came out to save Eddie D."

Andrew Fulton: "Poor widdle Eddie D. needs everyone to save his poor widdle ass. He's old enough to fight his own battles since he's the current SWAT World Heavyweight Champion and Big Dog in SWAT. Why does he need others to save his ass since all he cares about is himself."

Warren W. Webber: "He would have done the same if anyone else was in trouble and that's the kind of champion Eddie D. is."

Andrew Fulton: "You mean the kind of sucker the SWAT ringsiders come to expect from a champion."

Warren W. Webber: "You want suckers The KGB would get rid of anybody who allegedly underperforms in their opinion."

Andrew Fulton: "Like The Hired Killers and Team Fairtex. They were four hanger ons wanting desperate attention."

Warren W. Webber: "Well they seem to be enjoying their new found freedom from The KGB and Eddie D.'s also breathing a big sigh of relief after they threw him out."

Andrew Fulton: "Not for long after Frostbite delivers a 'Cold Hearted Beat Down' and then relieves him of that burden known as the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship and is united with his love."

Warren W. Webber: "That's your opinion but right now let's get to the ring and the introductions to this highly anticipated match up."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah it's always a highly anticipated match up and look what happens. It turns out to be a bust, a turkey, a laughable blowout and an embarrassment to the fed and the promoters."

Frank Salazar: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it's for the SWAT WorldHeavyweight Championship. Introducing first from Boulder, CO. He comes in at 6'2" and weighs in at 225lbs. He is formerly one half of the SWAT World Tag Team Champions and is known as 'The Cold Hearted Bastard' and represents The KGB. Please welcome Frostbite."

("Seek and Destroy" by Metallica plays as we see Lotus flying on the Titan Tron for a few seconds as more and more join in, until day turn to night as the image fades out, and the next image you see tanks firing in the air, and right after that image we see soldiers walking in unison and that image fades out and another of a huge nuclear explosion as you see nothing but ashes and dust of a city. The lights in the arena go completely dark for a few seconds as it comes back up a blue light is seen up the show of the steps as someone is standing up there wearing a KGB hoodie with their head down as they slowly pick up their heads, we can see an intense look in their blue eyes, we see it is Frostbite. He takes a walk down the steps as fans boo and some reach out to his hands or his broad shoulders. As he stops mid way looking into the crowd as he nods his head as some chant his name. He gets to the bottom of the steps as, he climbs over the barricade. He quickly takes off his KGB hoodie and hands it over to some fan at ringside. He turns his attention to the ring as the lights go back to normal and his music fades and he is ready for war as he places his cellphone in his corner.)

Frank Salazar: "now introducing from Vernon, CA, USA. He comes in at 6ft and weighs in at 303lbs. He is the current SWAT World Heavyweight Champion. Please welcome 'The Good Guy' Eddie D."

"The Offspring-Come out and Play" hits the PA system and the screens light up with a techno montage video playing on the screens of his weight training and hitting his favorite moves on people, flashing up to the beat of the music.

Eddie walks slowly to the ring. He high fives the occasional outstretched hand, puts on a false smile as though he enjoys the applause, but he's really 100% focused on his opponent and can't truly enjoy their cheers. The crowd pop. Eddie D. nods his respect and appreciation. He steps through the ropes, all business again, but with a false smile and wink for the referee.

Warren W. Webber: "Both men are in the ring and the bell rings Frostbite wastes no time attacking Eddie D. He starts working on his ribs and opens up a can of whoop ass before going to his corner and talking and screaming to his cellphone. Frostbite's out of control."

Andrew Fulton: "He's calling for his love and we know who that is. Frostbite storms across the ring and delivers a series of knee strikes as Eddie D. attempts to get up. He gets into the champions face screaming that he stole his love from him and wants it back and Frostbite's speaking the truth."

Warren W. Webber: "The man's a maniac. A lunatic. An arsonist and whatever legal term can be used to describe Frostbite that's not on his America's Most Wanted poster. Frostbite continues to work on Eddie D's Ribs which seems to be a popular KGB target."

Andrew Fulton: "Well if Keith Williams and Rally Jackson slimed you and sent a woman into your locker room to seduce you....Okay I would have loved being in Armand's place. Besides, ribs have plenty of proteins and are great to eat with BBQ sauce."

Warren W. Webber: "Frostbite whips Eddie D. into the ropes but the champ clotheslines Frostbite. 'The Good Guy' clotheslines him again sending Frostbite out of the ring. Eddie D. follows him out and throws him back into the ring."

Andrew Fulton: "Eddie D. looks under the ring and finds a chair that he slides into the ring. He lets Frostbite have it smashing Frostbite's ribs and jamming that chair into his mid-section and throat. He's trying to kill Frostbite so he can't be united with his love."

Warren W. Webber: "Like you said ribs are KGB's favorite food and Eddie D. loves them too. Eddie D. rakes Frostbite with his laced boots before he puts the boots to the head and ribs. Frostbite is getting his face boot washed while the champion screams and gets in Frostbite's face."

Andrew Fulton: "Come on and warn Eddie D. to stop taunting him with his love. Frostbite delivers a desperate wedgie followed by a jawbreaker forcing Eddie D.to stumble into the ropes. Frostbite charges in and clotheslines Eddie D. He whips him into the opposite corner delivering another knee strike."

Warren W. Webber: "Frostbite bodyslams Eddie D. and delivers a series of elbow drops to his chest. He screams that his love will soon be back in his arms. Frostbite stands on the champ's throat as the referee warns him and counts to five before he backs off nonchalantly."

Andrew Fulton: "Frostbite's showing his love for his beloved championship. he whips Eddie D. into the ropes and powerslams him before making the cover for a one count. Too soon for a pinfall."

Warren W. Webber: "Frostbite leaves the ring and looks for something to use and finds a baseball bat. He returns to the ring and starts beating Eddie D. Frostbite pauses and asks whoever it is he's talking too about what next to do and cracks the bat over Eddie D.'s head."

Andrew Fulton: "Such loyalty to a woman that he would listen to her. Frostbite continues to work on those ribs with a ferocity never seen in him before or for that matter ever at all. Eddie D.'s been busted open by that baseball bat and it's going to get worse as Frostbite bites that cut making it much worse showing his love how much he enjoys her cooking."

Warren W. Webber: "That was unwarranted. Frostbite whips Eddie D. into the ropes and misses with a dropkick. Eddie D. waits and and delivers a big boot to Frostbite's face and finds the baseball bat. He returns the favor by beating Frostbite in the ribs and busting his head open with the baseball bat."

Andrew Fulton: "Now that was truly unwarranted because he was stealing Frostbite's dinner. Eddie D.'s mauling Frostbite's handsome face with his biting and now he's unleashing a series of vicious headbutts."

Warren W. Webber: "Frostbite asked for this and he's getting what's coming to him. Eddie D. leaves the ring and finds an icepick which he returns to the ring and starts carving something into Frostbite while getting into his face."

Andrew Fulton: "What's happening is unfair. Eddie D.'s biting that cut and making it much worse. He picks up Frostbite and makes sure the referee isn't watching and snap jab/punches. When the referee finally turns around the champ throws a legal punch sending Frostbite out of the ring."

Warren W. Webber: "Eddie D. follows him out and stalks him. He charges him and shoulderblocks 'The Cold Hearted Bastard' into the security railing. 'The Good Guy' storms around the ring picking up speed as Frostbite is getting up and gets blasted into the ringside seats by the Eddie D. Express."

Andrew Fulton: "Eddie D. goes over the security railing and opens up a can of whoop ass. He follows it up with a suplex before picking up Frostbite and dropping his throat onto the security guard railing. The champ drags him unceremoniously back to the ring and throws him in and returns to the ring to make the cover for a two count."

Warren W. Webber: "Eddie D. mounts and grounds and pounds Frostbite with a vengeance. He's demanding how it feels to be pounded on. He picks up Frostbite and whips him into the corner and charges in but Frostbite gets his knees up and Eddie D. stumbles backwards."

Andrew Fulton: "Frostbite delivers a swinging neckbreaker and follows up with a series of knee drops. He looks into his corner and calls to his love before screaming in Eddie D.'s face and stomps unmercilessly on his ribs."

Warren W. Webber: "If Frostbite isn't careful he's going to lose any possibility of winning his love. Frostbite sets up Eddie D. and delivers a rib breaker before making the cover .....

One....

Two....

T....No! Eddie D. kicks out."

Andrew Fulton: "That was a slow count and Frostbite's letting him know it was a slow count. 'The Cold Hearted Bastard' mounts 'The Good Guy' and returns the ground and pound. He sees the icepick and picks it up and starts carving up Eddie D.'s head Come on carve up his ribs too."

Warren W. Webber: "I can see what Jeremy Tucker has to put up with with you."

Andrew Fulton: "Oh you think."

Warren W Webber: "Yeah I can see clearly. Frostbite continues to jam that chair into the champion's ribs leaving the ring and finds a few bags and returns to the ring with them with plenty of evil intentions in his eyes."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah that's obvious. Frostbite opens the bags and starts dumping industrial strength nails and screws as well as those steel tacks. He sets up Eddie D. and powerbombs the champ onto that metal and steel spiked pile of destruction. He makes the cover and hooks the leg.....

One.....

Two....

Th.....No! Eddie D. gets a shoulder up."

Warren W. Webber: "Frostbite delivers a series of vicious elbows to the champ's head and looks to his corner screaming to his love to finish him. He looks more conflicted because he wants to torture the champion more. That could be a mistake that could cost him."

Andrew Fulton: "What's a little torture if he can get with his love. Frostbite goes to his corner and tells his love to watch what's going to happen. He starts stomping his foot onto the canvas as Eddie D. is back to his feet and he plays for his love some Sweet Chin Music."

Warren W. Webber: "Frostbite makes the cover and hooks the leg. This could be it."

Andrew Fulton: "This is it and begin the romantic music ending."

Warren W. Webber: "Frostbite makes the cover and hooks the leg....

One....

Two....

Th....No! Eddie D. survives again and Frostbite is beside himself."

Andrew Fulton: "I don't blame him since the referee is a complete incompetent and a moron. Frostbite's threatening the referee who's having none of that. Eddie D. rolls up Frostbite for a close three count. You see that was a true biased count."

Warren W. Webber: "Biased count? That was a normal count and you know it Andrew Fulton. Eddie D. attempts a stunner but Frostbite pushes him off and chokeslams the champion before making the cover.....

One.....

Two....

Th....No1 Eddie D. gets a shoulder up."

Andrew Fulton: "Frostbite's getting real angry now and that's bad news for the champion or any future opponent. Once again Frostbite let's loose on those ribs with the baseball bat. He's looking to cave in those ribs and end the champs career like Soutter tried to do to Death Trap on the last show. Frostbite's going to honor both his love and Soutter by beating Eddie D."

Warren W. Webber: "It looks like he wants to commit even more evil intentions. Frostbite leaves the ring and looks under the apron to find a table and slides it in and looks and finds some chicken wire and then sees the gas cans he brought with him. He slides them in before returning to the ring."

Andrew Fulton: "Frostbite vowed he would burn the house down or whatever he can burn down and that includes the champion. He sets up the table and wraps the chicken wire around the table and now his eyes are more crazed than ever. He opens up the gas cans and starts pouring......What the hell is he pouring out."

Warren W. Webber: "I think it's a hundred percent old coffee grinds. Frostbite's been ribbed and he's shocked and more angrier than ever that someone dared ribb him. Who can blame him since this is the main event of the evening that's meant to honor Packer, Tanner and the late Suzi Spitz's memories. The Memorial has been turned into an embarrassment and has been soiled by this rib off by Keith Williams and Rally Jackson."

Andrew Fulton: "Thanks to those two idiots SWAT has become the embarrassment of the whole XHF. Hell we won't be able to live this down and we'll be the laughing stock of the XHF. The whole roster's going to be wanting to kick their asses after this show. Frostbite throws away the gas cans and leaves the ring and looks and finds a can of motor oil which he unscrews the cap and smells and is satisfied. Eddie D. leaves the ring and clotheslines Frosty as he turns around."

Warren W. Webber: Thanks to Keith and Rally Frostbite may have lost this match and the championship. Eddie D. throws Frostbite back into the ring now he finds a can of alleged motor oil of his own. He opens it up and tales a whiff and is also satisfied with it's contents. He returns to the ring and Frostbite clotheslines Eddie D. and delivers a Snowstorm and makes the cover....

One…

Two....

Th....

No! Eddie D. gets a hand up."

Andrew Fulton: "He raised his hand to show his gratitude for a biased count. Hell I'm still shocked that he survived another Snowstorm. Frostbite's truly angry now and he's now showing it by wrapping that chicken wire around Eddie D.'s head and face and pulls back screaming for Rally and Keith to come out and see what's in store for them. Hopefully he burns everything they own for that ribbing."

Warren W. Webber: "Frostbite continues to pull back and looks to his corner and says something and nods. He yanks the chicken wire off of Eddie D.'s head and face and goes to his corner again to see what his imaginary love is saying. Frostbite continues to waste time instead of trying to finish off the champion."

Andrew Fulton: "I have to agree with you. Frostbite's been dominating the champion for most of the match and he's been mostly focused but due to both the ribbing and constantly looking at his corner. He's become unglued and lost his goal of becoming champion. Oh my god I'm becoming like my absentee broadcast partner, Jeremy Tucker, and I'm going insane. Help I need a psychiatrist. I need an exorcist. I need an exorcism."

Warren W. Webber: "You need Dr. Phil more than you need an exorcist. Frostbite takes some of those tacks and slams them into Eddie D.'s head shouting into his face and ear. He goes to his corner and waits as Eddie D. struggles to get up and Frostbite spears Eddie D. and makes the cover....

One....

Two....

Thr....No! Eddie D. gets an arm upto keep the match going."

Andrew Fulton: "How does he continue to survive the inevitable defeat. Frostbite's about to deliver a really bad weather report when he looks to his corner instead of the champion. He thinks it's ringing and goes over to his phone. Don't answer that it's two evil spirits wanting to beat each other."

Warren W. Webber: "Rally and Keith are not evil spirits and more like poltergeists but they may be dead if Frostbite finds them. Frostbite stumbles to his corner and answers the phone and screams something before he realizes he threw his phone onto the hard concrete floor and leaves to stomp on it."

Andrew Fulton: "Frostbite just realized he killed his love and slumps to the ground screaming in a more angry rage. He's now in berserker's mode and looks under the ring and finds a sledgehammer. He slides it into the ring and returns and uses it to smash the champion's leg and jams the head into his ribs."

Warren W. Webber: "Frostbite's been wanting this title shot for so long but thanks to this rib off. He's gone completely insane and more out of control. Nobody better get in his way win, lose or draw or there's going to be a lot of serious beatdowns and the roster's not going to be safe or off limits from his wrath."

Andrew Fulton: "We better flee early or he's going to kill us too. Hell he may have killed my broadcast colleague already. Frostbite continues to slam the head of that sledgehammer into Eddie D.'s ribs and the lookin 'The Cold Hearted Bastards' eyes are practically a cold merciless blizzard. 'The Good Guy' is literally in bad shape as the referee checks to see if the champion's okay to continue."

Warren W. Webber: "That's the champion showing how much heart he has in him and he has plenty of heart. He uses the ropes to get up and Frostbite continues to use that sledgehammer on those ribs. He starts kicking him in the mid-section repeatedly before delivering a stunner."

Andrew Fulton: "Instead of covering the champion he places him on the table and empties both cans of motor oil onto the canvas. He tries the lighter but it doesn't spark. Once again Keith and Rally strike again in this match costing Frostbite his victory and reunion with his love.
Everyone better prepare to pay higher health care and life insurance premiums and our premiums will skyrocket too."

Warren W. Webber: "Frostbite wraps that chicken wire around Eddie D. and the table before he climbs to the top turnbuckle and dives off sending them both through the table. The referee dives down to check on the carnage and starts making the count....

One....

Two…

Thr....No! Eddie D. gets a wrist up."

Andrew Fulton: "Just be lucky that lighter did spark or there would have been even worse carnage. Frostbite peels his bloodied body off Eddie D. as the referee counts and both slowly get to their feet. Frostbite and Eddie D. start exchanging punches before Frostbite kicks him low and delivers a stunner."

Warren W. Webber: "They're both lucky to have survived up to this point. Eddie D. barely gets an arm up before the three count and Frostbite's beside himself again. Eddie D. finds the sledgehammer and uses it to get back to his feet and jams it into Frostbite's mid-section and ribs. When and if this match ends both are going to be feeling the painful effects of this match."

Andrew Fulton: "That's a literal understatement. If this goes on we'll be attending a double funeral. Hell we'll be trying to find a new champion and you can imagine the ensuing chaos that would occur if that happens."

Warren W. Webber: "Eddie D. barely stumbles into a corner and is trying to recover as Frostbite is on wobbly legs. Edie D. charges but misses with a Headache from Hell and Frostbite counters with a neckbreaker and makes the cover....

One....

Two....

Thre.....No! Eddie D. gets an arm up."

Andrew Fulton: "These two look exhausted and how long will these guys be able to continue. At this pace they will be dead and buried before this night's over. Frostbite attempts a piledriver on the remnants of the table but Eddie D. backbody drops him onto that now destroyed table."

Warren W. Webber: "Once again the referee's making the count and a count outs inevitable if the pace continues at this point. There could be a possibility of a rematch if this ends in a draw."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah and these two will once again try to kill each other if a rematch occurs. Both are slow to get to their feet and Eddie D. picks Frostbite up and DDT's him onto those nails, screws and tacks."

Warren W. Webber: "The ER staff are going to be really busy when this is over. Eddie D. gets up and finds a piece of that demolished table and picks it up and smashes Frostbite in the head. He's determined to leave his mark on Frostbite's head with those nails and tacks."

Andrew Fulton: "What does Eddie D. think Frostbite is a home improvement project. Frostbite looks barely conscious as Eddie D. sets him up for a powerbomb onto the remaining chicken wire and Frostbite's roaring in pain Eddie D. drops down for the cover

One....

Two....

Thre....No! Frostbite gets an arm up."

Warren W. Webber: "These two refuse to give up with so much at stake. Eddie D.is back on his feet first and picks up Frostbite and whips him into the corner. He charges in and trainwrecks him. He backs up and he delivers another trainwreck and Frostbite's barely able to stand with the help of the ropes. Eddie D. drags Frostbite out of the corner and he short arm clotheslines and spinebuster's Frostbite."

Andrew Fulton: "Eddie D.'s waiting as Frostbite gets up and charges 'The Cold Hearted Bastard' and gives him an industrial strength Headache from Hell. Eddie D. bounds into the ropes and body splashes Frostbite before whipping him to te ropes and catching him with a thunderous WORLDS END!!!! (Black Hole Slam) rolling him over and making the cover and double underhooking the leg.....

One.....

Two...

Three!!!!!"

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Frank Salazar: "Your winner at 30minutes and still SWAT World Heavyweight Champion 'The Good Guy' Eddie D."

Warren W. Webber: "Talking about a way to end this Packer/Tanner Memorial Show and honor also Suzi Spitz's memory with a bruising and bloody war between these two men. In the end Eddie D. remains champion but Frostbite's dominance and his being distracted by his imaginary love is going to be talked about."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah but Eddie D. barely survived and that's going to be the talk of SWAT too and the fact he deprived Frostbite from being united with his love."

Warren W. Webber: "Eddie D. finds Frostbite's cellphone on the floor and he returns to the ring with it and places it on Frostbite's chest and places his arms over it shaking his head as he leaves the ring. He refuses any assistance from ring personnel. Believe me this is a Match of the Year Candidate."

Andrew Fulton: "Keep saying that and we'll never get any awards since Team Fairtex thinks you are cursed even if they did win the SWAT World Tag Team Championships for a third time."

Warren W. Webber: "That proves I'm not cursed."

Andrew Fulton: "That's why Frostbite's not the champion."

Warren W. Webber: "That's not my fault. Well that ends this esteemed annual event The Packer/Tanner Memorial Shower. We also paid tribute to the late great Suzi Spitz and her memory and we're going to miss her. Yet thanks to all the vandalism and desecration by both Rally Jackson and Keith Williams’ rib off. They may have ruined their memories and any chance this show had to pay our respect to them fallen legends.r. Right now we have to sign off and for myself and Andrew Fulton and hopefully Jeremy Tucker we bid you good night and see you next time."

(The show shows highlights of everything that happened before fading to black as the SWAT logo appears and trademark and copyright appears and slowly fades to black.)