Cinco de MAYHEM : May 2005

[SWAT Team]

[Cut backstage to a set of double doors with a large KGB sticker on the front of the doors. We cut inside, where we find the KGB, James Fierce and The Centre of Attention Paul Soutter, discussing strategy for their upcoming match. Suddenly, theres a knock on the door.]

*knock knock*

[What did I say? Huh?]

Soutter: "Wonder who that is."

Fierce: "Dracon's mystery friend coming to pay us an early visit, probably. Knowing that jerkoff."

Soutter: "Would'nt surprise me."

[Fierce grabs a nearby lamp and stands near the door.]

Soutter: "Come in."

[The door opens, and a head pops in, then quickly pops out as Fierce jumps with the lamp, missing his target. Fierce throws open the double doors and the KGB look on in shock, as standing outside is....]

Bryant Tanner: "Sheesh. This how you guys treat old friends now?"

Fierce: "Bryant Tanner, you son of a bitch!"

Soutter: "Hey hey, Tanner! Wasn't expecting to see you here. C'mon in."

[Bryant walks in shaking hands with Fierce and Soutter as he closes the door. He looks down at the broken lamp lying at his feet.]

Soutter: "Sorry about that. But with this whole Dracon mess, we couldnt be sure who was outside."

Bryant: "Yeah I heard about that. Always told you that punk was trouble Sout."

Soutter: "Yeah, I only wish I'd listened earlier."

Fierce: "The past is the past. What matters is tonight. And tonight, the KGB kick some ass!"

Soutter: "That's right James! So Tanner, why are you here?"

Bryant: "I have my reasons. But I wanted to stop by and wish you guys luck first. Besides, I couldnt let a chance like this go by. The KGB, fully reunitied! For a minute or two atleast anyways."

Soutter: "Ha! Always good to see ya around Tanner. Too bad your retired."

Bryant: "Heh, maybe if I had your business smarts I'd have been the guy running his own fed, but I'm doing well off on my own anyways."

Soutter: "Ha! That's good to hear."

Fierce: "As much as I hate to do this, Sout, we've got our match next."

Soutter: "Right. Let's go."

Bryant: "Give em hell, gentlemen."

Fierce: "Don't worry, we will."

Soutter: "KGB style! And we like it like that!"

[The three high five each other as they all head out of the locker room and we cut back to the arena.]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : We are back, and we are, once again, set for a match that will determine the future of S.W.A.T.!!

Andrew Fulton : Do you always have to yell?

Jeremy Tucker : I’m just excited.

Andrew Fulton : Why? How does it affect us who owns S.W.A.T.?

Jeremy Tucker : Remember when Dracon became the new owner and cut our pay?

Andrew Fulton : This next match is really important, people!! We’re talking the fate of S.W.A.T. as we know it!!

(“Rip it Up” by 28 Days hits and the crowd erupts as Paul “The Suit” Soutter, makes his way to ringside.)

Jeremy Tucker : The Big Bad Bustling Bandit is in the house!!

Andrew Fulton : It’s an arena.

Jeremy Tucker : You’re annoying.

(The capacity crowd goes wild for Soutter as he steps into the ring. A particulary hot Aussie holds up a sign declaring: ‘All the way from Australia and I want to carry Soutter’s baby’.)

Andrew Fulton : Wow, the crowd is really going wild for the Australian big boy. Maybe I should gain some weight.

Jeremy Tucker : To get girls like that traveling from Australia to Mexico just to see you, you need class, not weight.

Andrew Fulton : Well, that explains why you don't get any.

(“Around the World” by RHCP hits and the crowd starts cheering again.)

Jeremy Tucker : James Fierce with a welcome return from this amped-up crowd. The KGB is united once again!

(James creeps up a little, letting the crowd cheer more while he soaks up the applause. When he is satisfied with the volume, he steps out on the entrance ramp with his arms out wide, strutting down the aisle.)

Andrew Fulton : This guy looks pretty good for someone surviving a near fatal car crash just about a year ago.

Jeremy Tucker : The police at the scene said that it was one of the worst they’d seen, and the emt’s doubted that Fierce would survive the night. And yet, through sheer force of will and determination, he has made a full recovery! And has looked great since his return to SWAT.

Andrew Fulton : Sound’s like the makings of a made-for-tv movie to me. I claim copyright royalties.

Jeremy Tucker : Do you realize the history that is in the ring right now? These two men make up the re-united KGB; a dominate force in the wrestling world if ever there was one.

Andrew Fulton : Dracon has his work cut-out for him; that’s for sure…

[The lights go out with the effect of a power problem in the Monterrey Arena as the first strong drums of "Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed sounds all over the arena, causing a huge standing ovation from the people that love him (KJX Fan Club); the intelligent bright white and red lights flash in compass with the strong drums of the rock song. In the SWAT-tron we see two big amber scary dragon eyes, and when they close, the “KJX” letters shows up in red.]



[The camera has time enough to show us some of the cutest girls screaming “KJX, KJX, KJX” like obsessive fans. In the SWAT-tron shots of KJ Xanathos winning Oscars, Grammies, Academy, Billboards and MTV Video Music Awards are shown right before Dracon’s silhouette is seen in the partial darkness of an ancient looking room with a giant sculpture on the stone gray back wall, inspired on the tattoo Dracon has on his back; a dark gray dragon with black claws, white teeth and powerful crimson longed eyes that, like Dracon’s eyes, makes you feel they are looking through your soul. The dragon is grabbing with his paws an ancient ying-yang made on stone that is like breaking along the curved line that divides the “ying” from the “yang”, emanating a red “energy” light effect from the inside. Dracon is shown looking down in the SWAT-tron, bathed in sweat or water, breathing heavily, with his beautiful black hair pulled back in a Scottish ponytail-Jericho like and wearing his black clothes; leather pants with a fire dragon design on the right leg, gothic mid-high side belted boots, elbow pads with mixed fire style, wrist bands, mid-fingers out glove in right hand and red tapes on left hand fingers.]

David Draiman’s voice: “Do you feel good?”

[Clips of Dragon winning cups and trophies in important martial arts tournaments are shown and in light-dark snap shots Dracon throws strong punches and vicious kicks, performing a mixed styles form with unique concentration. Now a close up to KJX face.]


David Draiman’s voice: “You should!”

[KJX is seen competing in some extreme sports like snowboarding, sky surfing, skateboarding, skiing, skydiving, free rock climbing and bungee jumping. Dracon continues performing the martial arts form in light-dark snap shots, but this time using a beautiful “katana”, jumps high in the air and slashes vertically, cutting in two parts the “screen”.]

David Draiman’s voice: “Ohhhhhh Ahhh Ahhhh Ahhhhh”

[Pyros explodes in the rafters, sparks rain and Dracon walks in; wearing neat Edge-looking wrestling attire.]

David Draiman’s voice: “Ohhh Ohhhh Ohhh Ohhhh Ohhh Ohhhhh!”

[Crosses his arm in front of his chest while flames erupts behind him. Dracon raises his crosses arms up in the air.]

David Draiman’s voice:
“Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
It seems what’s left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me”

[While Dracon slowly walks to the ring, smiling and saluting a few girls and fans of the audience, the SWAT-tron shows a gallery of small clips of Dracon’s matches in SCW, UEA, UWA, MCW, IPW, Hardcore Scandinavia and the IWA, decimating several wrestlers and holding up or wearing the SCW Golden Gate Championship, the UWA Unified Internet/UK Championship, the UEA World Junior Championship, the UWA International Heavyweight Championship, the MCW US Heavyweight Championship and the IPW Junior Heavyweight Championship.]

David Draiman’s voice:
“Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
Oh no!
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me”

[Dracon gets to the ring jumping on the apron with both feet at the same time, like a crow, and grabbing the top rope to front flip inside the squared circle.]

David Draiman’s voice:
“Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up, come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift that has been given to me”

[Dracon walks to the corner and stands up in the second rope looking at the fans, crossing his arms on the chest and then raising the crossed arms up. Steps down and takes his black leather coat off.]


Andrew Fulton : We have got to do something about the length of that opener.

(K.J. Xanathos stands in the ring staring down his two opponents. James Fierce looks around, then up the entrance ramp, then back at Xanathos. Fierce puts his hands up and shrugs his shoulders with a smile. Soutter just burns a hole through Dracon with a penance stare.)

Jeremy Tucker : Where’s Dracon’s partner?

Andrew Fulton : Maybe he couldn’t get a partner. I heard he was pulling out all the stops, trying to acquire the best in the business. Most of the WWE and TNA guy’s are under contract, and the mixed martial arts guys are all too envious of Dracon to partner with him. Stan can’t wrestle now, he’s got a match later for the prize of all prizes here in SWAT.

Jeremy Tucker : He can’t wrestle twice in one night, can he? That would be too much even for a monster like Stan Wilson.

(James Fierce begins taunting Dracon as the crowd starts up a “loo-ser” chant, directed at KJX. Dracon just stands there, looking intense.)

Andrew Fulton : Come on! Does he have a partner or what?

(A smile breaks on Dracon’s face just before the lights go dim. A slow, droning chanting, like a cathedral choir begins. Soutter looses his concentration for a moment, looking toward the entrance ramp with curiosity.)

Jeremy Tucker : What’s this?

Andrew Fulton : Hell if I know, but I know that song.

(White smoke fills the entryway as a heavy guitar riff hits the pa system. Purple strobe-lights flash behind the smoke, causing a dizzying effect. “The Headless Children” by WASP breaks into full stratum as the crowd goes from murmurs into cheers.)

Jeremy Tucker : Wait a second, you know who’s music that is.

Andrew Fulton : Yeah, but he can’t be… I mean, he left.

(A tall figure appears behind the smoke, garbed in a long trench coat. The sound of maddening laughter fills the air, seemingly from everywhere.)

Jeremy Tucker : That’s him! I can’t believe Dracon made this deal! This is unreal!!

Andrew Fulton : That’s him, isn’t it? That’s Triple B!!

(Triple B stalks forward through the billowing smoke to a huge ovation. James Fierce looks confused for only a moment, then waves “come on”. Soutter looks shocked, then turns abruptly to Dracon, who for his part, just smiles evilly.)

Jeremy Tucker : Dracon got Big Bad Bill as his tag team partner! Can you believe it?

Andrew Fulton : Seeing is believing! What kind of strings did Dracon have to pull to get Bill back in SWAT?

Jeremy Tucker : Triple B was CWA’s first Heavyweight Champion. He left a couple months later before CWA became S.W.A.T. So you might say this is his S.W.A.T. debut!

(Triple B climbs into the ring, removing his black trench coat. He walks up and gets in Soutter’s face. Both men lock eyes.)

Andrew Fulton : Triple B still apparently holding a grudge against the suit.

Jeremy Tucker : One of the most controversial matches CWA has seen was Triple B vs. Adrian Tanner jr., where Tanner beat Triple B for the Heavyweight title. Bill apparently still has some resentment toward Soutter.

Andrew Fulton : We like to call it the Australia screw-job in honor of the Montreal screw-job.

Jeremy Tucker : Yeah, except that it happened in Tokyo.

Andrew Fulton : Details, details.

Jeremy Tucker : Soutter’s not backing down. He stands toe-to-toe with Triple B, refusing to budge an inch.

Andrew Fulton : James Fierce doesn’t know what to make of this, he’s never met Bill.

Jeremy Tucker : He’ll get his chance tonight.

Andrew Fulton : Dracon out of nowhere!!!

(KJX leaps up and kicks Soutter in the skull, causing the big man to go reeling. Dracon continues the assault with a flurry of kicks and punches. Triple B, not missing a beat, turns and side kicks James Fierce in the face.)

Jeremy Tucker : And the match begins as the bell sounds! All four men in the ring now as Dracon and Triple B take immediate control of this match! Soutter rolls out of the ring and referee G. N. Rick holds Dracon back from pursuing, ushering him back to his corner.

Andrew Fulton : G. N. Rick? What kind of a name is that? Sounds kind of generic to me.

Jeremy Tucker : Triple B and James Fierce in the ring.

Andrew Fulton : Bill with bare hands brawling as his forte.

Jeremy Tucker : He’s definitely a brawler, with a strong underground martial arts background. James is being manhandled around the ring, not able to get a decent offense. Every time he tries to grapple with Bill, he is met with a fist or foot.

(Triple B uses a series of knife-edge chops, sending Fierce reeling. A short, spinning leg-sweep takes Fierce off his feet, but he rolls out of the way of a big foot-stomp.)

Jeremy Tucker : Bill stomps again, trying to get the early finish on his opponent, but James Fierce is having none of that.

Andrew Fulton : This is mat wrestling now, whether Triple B realizes it or not.

Jeremy Tucker : Fierce rolls, dodging stomps.

Andrew Fulton : He only has to land one…

Jeremy Tucker : Fierce catches his foot! He kicks Triple B in the knee! Bill is the one reeling now! Fierce from behind with a German suplex. Bill rolls to his feet, trying to get some distance, but Fierce with a stun gun!!

Andrew Fulton : Now we’re in James’ territory!

Jeremy Tucker : Fierce lifting Bill to his feet, and a knee lift to Bill’s face for good measure. Irish whip into the ropes…

Andrew Fulton : Did Dracon just make a blind tag?

Jeremy Tucker : He did! Fierce with a big cradle suplex! He doesn’t see Dracon…

Andrew Fulton : Hence the “blind” in “blind tag”.

Jeremy Tucker : Dracon with a missile dropkick in Fierce’s gut!! Fierce is hurt bad!!

Andrew Fulton : I have sympathy pains like you would not understand. Unless you’ve had the spicy enchilada at Applebee’s.

Jeremy Tucker : Dracon with the assault! Fierce is hurt bad, and Dracon is taking full advantage.

Andrew Fulton : He’s on fire!

Jeremy Tucker : Dracon with a running STO. He gets to a cat-like crouch and delivers an Osaka street-cutter.

Andrew Fulton : The pin…

[1… 2… kickout.]

Jeremy Tucker : Not to be. KJX whips Fierce into the ropes and lands a neckbreaker.

Andrew Fulton : This guy is non-stop. He’s pure adrenaline.

[Dracon with a crucifix pin… 1… 2 …kickout. The crowd bellows “Twooooo!!!”]

Jeremy Tucker : The crowd is cheering on James Fierce, trying to help him get on his feet. He gets to a kneeling position only to receive a shining wizard for his troubles. Dracon with another pin attempt…

[1… 2 … kickout.]

Andrew Fulton : Denied!!

Jeremy Tucker : James Fierce needs to make this tag. He has to get Soutter in the ring so he can clear those cobwebs.

Andrew Fulton : It would help if Dracon wasn’t pulling his leg.

Jeremy Tucker : That’s an ankle lock.

Andrew Fulton : I hate those things.

Jeremy Tucker : Half of the crowd right now is cheering encouragement for James Fierce, and the other half is cheering for Soutter to get in the ring. Fierce is straining. He’s torn between reaching for Soutter and tapping out. Fierce pulls himself forward, and inch at a time, getting ever so close to that tag. Soutter leaning in on those ropes, trying to move a hair closer to his partner.

Andrew Fulton : I hope he doesn’t break the ropes.

Jeremy Tucker : Dracon pulls James Fierce back to the center of the ring. Tears are actually pouring from Fierce’s eyes. How much more can one man take?

Andrew Fulton : He rolled over!

[James Fierce rolls over onto his back and kicks Dracon off of him. He grabs his ankle in pain and curls up, holding it in agony.]

Jeremy Tucker : He’s got to be in excruciating pain! Dracon quick to return. He grabs Fierce by his hair… ROLL-UP!!! ROLL-UP!!!

[1… 2… kickout.]

Andrew Fulton : Not meant to be.

Jeremy Tucker : Dracon kicks out at the last possible moment. He’s infuriated! He kicks Fierce in the back! A second time!

Andrew Fulton : He feels insulted at almost losing in such a lousy way.

Jeremy Tucker : Dracon looking to re-apply that ankle-lock… But Fierce with a somersault! He monkey-flips Dracon and leaps toward his corner… THE TAG!!!

Andrew Fulton : Here comes the suit!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Soutter is on fire. He corners Dracon at a neutral turnbuckle, and Dracon is asking for mercy! But the suit has no mercy to give! Forearms and overhand smashes are Dracon’s only response as Soutter pounds on a trapped Dracon!

Andrew Fulton : Triple B is shouting to him!

[Bill hollers to Soutter, finally getting his attention. Triple B holds out his hand indicating that he wants the tag from Dracon.]

Jeremy Tucker : Triple B wants in! He wants a piece of Paul Soutter!

Andrew Fulton : Is this a good idea?

Jeremy Tucker : Soutter considering it, he’s looking to the crowd for advice, they cheer wildly at the notion.

[Soutter walks toward Triple B and holds out Dracon’s hand. Bill casually makes the tag, as the crowd gets on its feet.]

Andrew Fulton : Soutter tosses Dracon over the top rope.

Jeremy Tucker : Triple B slowly enters the ring, and Soutter backs up to give him room. Big Bad Bill walks right up to the Big Bad Bustling Bandit…

Andrew Fulton : I’ll see your three B’s and add another…

Jeremy Tucker : These two giants are right in each other’s faces, just like when the match started. They’ve never faced each other before, and the tension in the air is unbelievable…

Andrew Fulton : The calm before the storm…

Jeremy Tucker : And there they go!! Triple B and the suit trade blows in the middle of the ring! Bill with his martial arts prowess and Soutter with sheer strength!! If they don’t bring down the roof then the screaming crowd will!!!

Andrew Fulton : Triple B staggers!!

Jeremy Tucker : His leg buckles, and Soutter presses the advantage!! He shoves him into the ropes ang Triple B ducks the short-armed clothesline!! Triple B goes for a reverse ddt but Soutter twists out of it!! Soutter goes for a front waist lock but Triple B back-flips away!! Bill launches into a high kick to the head but Soutter side-steps it!! And they’re right back in each other’s faces again!! This crowd loves it!!!

Andrew Fulton : I can’t hear you!!

Jeremy Tucker : I can’t hear myself think over the noise of this crowd!! Triple B gives that wicked smile of his… Soutter nods his head wanting more… these two have something to settle!! Bill acts faster, jumping to his right and delivering a stiff right-hand to Paul’s left temple! Paul goes for a European uppercut but misses… probably seeing two after that nerve-punch!

Andrew Fulton : You gotta’ remember that when facing Bill!

Jeremy Tucker : Soutter stumbles as Triple B delivers an axe kick. He follows with a combination kick to the knee, belly, and head. Soutter staggers, but maintains a semblance of his balance. Triple B with a spinning sweep kick, striking his booted heel into Paul’s ankle… but the big man refuses to go down.

Andrew Fulton : Soutter is a pro. He may never have wrestled Bill, but he used to own his contract. He definitely knows what to expect from him.

Jeremy Tucker : Triple B with an Irish whip… but Soutter reverses it! Triple B rebounds off the ropes with a flying cross body, but Soutter slaps him in the chest with those ham-sized hands! Bill goes down!!

Andrew Fulton : Press the advantage!! I want a raise!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Soutter with a knee-lift, followed by a full nelson. The suit is trying to wear down Bill with submission moves, but Triple B will have none of that as he delivers a foot-stomp.

Andrew Fulton : He slid his heel down Paul’s shin, too!

Jeremy Tucker : Soutter doesn’t relinquish the hold, but loosens it just enough for Bill to escape! Bill with a series of kicks to Paul’s ribs! Soutter swings a huge right hand, but Bill ducks and hits an uppercut! Triple B presses his advantage as Soutter stumbles backward, trying not to fall backwards. Bill punches and kicks, he’s unrelenting… And Soutter gets him in the bear hug!!

Andrew Fulton : They are not making up; trust me on that!

Jeremy Tucker : Soutter shakes him wildly, bringing the crowd back to their feet!! Triple B is being flung from side-to-side… and Soutter executes a textbook release German supplex!!!

Andrew Fulton : Triple B is getting up…

Jeremy Tucker : But Soutter is faster!! An overhand smash drops Bill to one knee, Soutter lifts him overhead for a press-slam… Triple B slips out!!! He kicks the suit in the ankle… DIS-LOCATOR!!!

Andrew Fulton : No!! He can’t get it!!

Jeremy Tucker : Soutter is too big!! Triple B is struggling, but he can’t get Paul’s arms back far enough to lock in the Dis-locator!! Paul twists away and slugs Bill dead in the mouth!! Big Bad Bill goes down like a sack of bricks!!

Andrew Fulton : Dracon from up top!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Dracon with the Cyclone of Fate (Dragon Attack)!! That bastard nailed his deadliest move on an unaware Suit!!

Andrew Fulton : James Fierce with his top rope elbow drop!!! This place is lit-up!!!

Jeremy Tucker : All four men in the ring now, everybody is going at it!! Referee G. N. Rick can’t break these men up!!! Fierce with a butterfly suplex to Dracon!! Bill with an X-factor to Soutter!! Dracon rolls outside, Fierce follows right into a springboard back flip reverse DDT off the ring barrier!! Soutter tosses body-slams Bill!! He picks him back up and launches Bill into the ropes… and Triple B with his cork-screw spear into Soutter’s gut!!!

Andrew Fulton : That’s Bill’s Unfettered Might!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Dracon gets the tag in… swings around Soutter in a headscissors takedown motion... Déjà Vu DDT!!! The pin…

[1…]

Jeremy Tucker : Fierce rushes the ring!!!

[2…]

Jeremy Tucker : Triple B cuts him off, but James delivers a spine buster… taking Triple B down!!!

[3]

Andrew Fulton : I can’t believe it!!

Jeremy Tucker : Dracon got the pin!!! Dracon got the pin on Soutter!!!

Andrew Fulton : Fierce is clearing the ring; but it’s too little, to late!

Jeremy Tucker : Dracon retains control of S.W.A.T., and he gains the services of that man right there… Triple B!!

Andrew Fulton : Fierce is going crazy!!

Jeremy Tucker : Soutter misses his opportunity to regain control of the company that he built, and Dracon Xanathos remains the president!!

Andrew Fulton : I’m going to have to subsidize my pay-check!

[SWAT Team]

[We cut backstage to the trainer's office where medics are looking over Syberus. Adrian Tanner rushes into the room.]

Adrian: "Fucking hell! Syb! Fuck, are you ok man?

[Syberus convulses and spits up blood trying to answer while the doctor tends to him]

Adrian: " (to the doctor) Is he gonna be ok?"

Doctor: "He hasnt suffered any major damage as far as we can tell, but I...."

Adrian: "Today, junior!"

Doctor: "Pardon me?"

Adrian: "Is he going to be alright tonight? We have a tag title match coming up."

Doctor: "I seriously doubt it. I know he has some bruised ribs and other injuries. He could have interal bleeding.We need to get him to a hospital to make sure."

Adrian: "Fuck! 'sigh' This just f'n figures. Sons of bitches are gonna pay!!"

[Adrian storms out of the trainers room as we cut back to the ring or wherever we're cutting to now.]

[SWAT Team]

Scene returns to the packed out Arena Monterrey, the crowd still a little subdued by the recent attack on Syberus, the camera focuses on the commentators. Jerry Tucker, Andy Fulton and Pedro 'El Gallo' Santiago

Jerry Tucker: Welcome back folks, what a night it's been already, coming up next is the fifth title match of the night, the tag team belts are on the line and after the cowardly, brutal attack by High Maintenance, The Connection are left with one huge mountain to climb

Andy Fulton: That's right, tonight we see new tag champions crowned

Pedro: It's all happening here tonight at SWATS 2nd Pay per view, this is the first of two world title matches, and as we all saw earlier on, High Maintenance did a number on one half of the tag teams champions Syberus, surely he won't be able to compete again

Jerry: Syberus will not desert his partner Pedro, not tonight, not ever!

Andy Fulton: Here we go

Tucker looks at Fulton and shakes his head

Pedro: It's like watchin a married couple!

Pyro's of gold and Silver blast into life from either side of the stage as Girls, Girls, Girls by Motley Crue kicks in and from behind the Curtain steps the Australian champion Sly Fondell. The crowd erupts into a huge chorus of booing.

Tucker: Oh great, what does this egomaniac want?

Pedro: I think he's coming this way guy's

Andy Fulton: That's right, tonight we are graced with the presence of the Model of male perfection himself

Tucker: Here we go..

Fondell struts his way to the commentators table, mocking several members on his way. His arrogant smirk beaming like a foglight

Fulton stands up and shakes Fondell's hand

Andy Fulton: Welcome champ, and congratulations on the victory

Fondell carefully places the headset on his perfectly styled hair

Fondell: Thanks Andy, always good to see you, unlike you Tucker, so keep it shut.

Fondell looks at Pedro

Fondell: Hey Pedro

Pedro: Champ

Fondell takes his place at the table as Frank Salazar enters the ring

Frank Salazar: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the World Tag Team Championship.

Introducing first the challengers,weighing in at 512 LBs, hailing from Melbourne Australia The New Sensation Nathan Slater and the Rolls Royce Jonathan Richards ... High Maintenance!!

Massive Attack's Unfinished Sympathy (instrumental version) hits and The New Sensation Nathan Slater and Rolls Royce Jonathan Richards of High Maintenance both make their way out to ringside accompanied to the ring by Gavin Slater. Both Richards and Slater delight in mocking the fans and riling them up, before dismissing them and making there way to the ring.

Fondell: Your looking at the new champeens baby!

Tucker: Your just loving this aren't you Fondell? Any way at all for you to get one over on Adrian Tanner! I hope your proud of yourself

Fondell: Hey, Hey, this had nothin to do with me, I was just in the vicinity! But you keep that smart mouth up, and Ill put you through this table.

Pedro: It's time for the champions to arrive! But will it be both of them?

Both member of High Maintenance are watcing the rampway, awaiting the appearence of The Connection, smiling at each other, then at Gavin Slater and Finally at Fondell

Frank Salazar: And their opponents and the reigning and defending Tag team Champions of the world, weighing in at 448Lbs..Adrian Tanner Jnr..Syberus...The Connection!!!

The crowd erupt

The screen is shrouded in Static and the arena is filled with the sound of Radio Inteference. An internet dial then begins to screech through the sound system for a few seconds, before the lights are shut out and a computerised voice says "connection failed"

I said Hallelujah

To the sixteen loyal fans

Battle Flag by Low Fidelity All Stars begins to play.

The curtain flys forward and Adrian Tanner Jnr emerges, a look of severe anger and hate etched into his face, he takes alook behind him then races down towards the ring and stops at ringside, he looks at Fondell, shakes his head then slowly enters the ring

Fondell: That's right punk, your all alone!

Fulton: Guess he's Macauley Culkin!

Referee Jose Sosa motions for the bell and ushers Jonathan Richards to the corner

Pedro: Looks like The new sensation is starting things off here, Tanner better use all of his skill and in ring experience or it will be a short night.

Slater approaches Tanner, mocking him and asking where Syberus is.

Fulton: The New Sensation unloading with the trash talk!

Tanner hits a crisp right to Slaters face, wiping his grin clean away, Adrian hits a second and a third right hand, staggering Slater back then connecting with a stiff enziguri that send the New Sensation to the mat.

Jerry Tucker: Tanner connected with all of that Enziguri there, Slater's down!

Fondell: Just keep watchin!

Adrian picks up Slater and hits a bacbreaker followed by a knee to the back

Pedro: Adrian working over the New Sensation's back

Adrian lifts up Slater by his hair and hits another backbreaker, this time holding on applying pressure to The New Sensation's injured back. Referee Jose Sosa asking Slater the question, does he want to quit.

The Rolls Royce Jonathan Richards enters the ring and breaks the hold with a quick kick to Tanners back,

Tucker: Come on ref, get him out of there!

Fulton: Come on Jerry, you love it when it's the Connection doing the two on one !

Fondell: Well that aint gonna happen tonight!

Sosa ushers The rolls Royce out of the ring as Adrian and The New Sensation get to their feet and Adrian takes Slater down with a nice headlock takeover, Slater slips out and gets to his feet and misses with a clotheline as Adrian again takes him down with the headlock, again Slater escapes and is met with a vertical suplex, follwed by a series of nicely executed snap suplexes

Pedro: It's all Adrian Tanner here, as he battles in a handicap match to save the titles for the Connection!

Adrian brings Slater to his feet and is raked in the eye

Fulton: Ah the old poke in the eye, always the equalizer!

Slater hits Adrian with a hard clothesline and takes him down, he follows up with some stomps to Tanners mid section and head, a pick up and an irish whip into the turnbuckle.

Pedro: Slater tags in the power of this team, The rolls Royce himself!

Richards hits left and right hands to Adrian as he in the corner and catches him a high powerslam as he staggers forward. He picks up Tanner and drives him to the mat with a vicious Double hand sit down chokeslam.

Pedro: Richards with the cover

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Adrian gets his shoulder up at the two count. The Rolls Royce hits a series of big elbow drops on the back of Adrian

Fondell: There's a 290 Lb elbow drop, there's another and another

Richards picks up Tanner by his hair hits a pendelum back breaker, then press slams him up three times then wickedly drops Adrian back first onto his knee. The big man makes the cover but doesn't cradle the leg

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Pedro: Tanner only and I mean only just got his shoulder up there, it doesn't look good here

Fondell and Fulton both laugh

Fondell: From here things look just fine!

Richards lifts up Tanner and hits his crunching elbows which send Tanner back down to the mat, The Rolls Royce goes to pick him up, but Adrian responds with two punches to the gut, followed by a jaw breaker then sends the big man reeling back to tag his partner back in.

The New Sensation charges at Adrian who meets him with a sweet arm drag into an arm lock submission, the referee asks Slater if he wants to submit as The Rolls Royce enters the ring and again breaks the submission with a heavy forearm to Adrians shoulders, he picks up Tanner in a Full Nelson and delivers a devastating Full Nelson Slam to Tanner

Fulton: That's it, make the cover, 1-2-3, we got new champs!!

Sosa orders Richards out of the ring as Slater covers Adrian, hooking the near leg

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3-not quite!!

Tucker: Not yet, not yet!! Adrian Tanner showing us his desire here folks, his determination not to lose, tonight by god he's showing what a true champion is all about!

Fondell: Why are you looking at me Tucker? I am the true embodiment of the word champion

The New Sensation kicks the mat in frustration, lifts up Adrian delivers a inverted atomic drop and as Adrian groggily moves around hits a beautiful thrust kick straight to the champs face

Tucker: Sweet Jesus, that's gotta be it!!

The cover is made, both legs hooked

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Slater jumps up in celebration then sees Adrians foot on the bottom rope

Pedro: Once more Tanner escapes, once again he shows his excellent ring awareness, he knew exactly where that rope was.

The New Sensation's face turns to one of total frustration as he starts to stomp on Tanner and choke him, referee Jose Sosa admonishes him and breaks the hold

The crows start a chant of "ADRIAN, ADRIAN, ADRIAN"

Fondell: Like these Taco eaters are actually gonna save Tanner here, come on boys finish this fanook!

Slater whips Tanner into High Maintenance's corner and hits a turnbuckle clothesline, then a tag to The Rolls Royce who picks up Adrian and drops him with catatonic (opponent in fall away slam, then spins it into a rock bottom)

Fulton: That's it, say bye bye titles!

Richards covers, cradles the near leg

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Just as Sosa's hand is to hit the mat, Adrian somehow manages to slip out a shoulder

Crowd: "ADRIAN,ADRIAN, ADRIAN"

Tucker: Look at the Frustration on the face of Gavin Slater at Ringside, he's livid!

Richards curses, sreams in rage then calls The New Sensation into the ring and they stomp Tanner as the referee is distracted by Gavin Slater jumping up onto the apron and trying to get into the ring

Over the speaker system "This Celluloid Dream" by AFI blasts out as the video screen shows a battered Syberus backstage making his way to the ring!!

Fondell: What the fu.. He should be...No-one spoils my plans

Fondell hurls his headset to the floor and heads up the rampway

High Maintenance pick up the dazed Tanner and Richards whips him hard into the turnbuckle, then whips his partner, the New Sensation into Tanner, only Adrian side steps as Slater crashes hard into the corner. The Rolls Royce charges towards Tanner and is brought down by a slick drop toe hold, the result sends Richards head straight into the crotch of the New Sensation.

Syberus appears from behind the curtain to a huge pop from the crowd

Crowd: "SYBERUS, SYBERUS, SYBERUS"

Syb moves painfully down the ramp to confront Fondell, who is stood on the rampway daring Syberus to come closer

The New Sensation stands up with the aid of the turnbuckle then collapes to the mat and lands in between The Rolls Royce's legs, his head crashing with Richards crown jewels

Tucker: A double nutcracker, Tanner has a chance

Syberus approaches Fondell and reaches into the back of his tights and produces an iron bar, the sight of which makes Fondell back off, his hands up, pleading, begging.

Adrian slips out of the ring, as both members of High Maintenance squirm around in agony, and sneaks up behind Fondell, he spins Sly round and connects a big elbow to Fondell's handsome face, Fondell spins around and Syberus hits him a perfect gut shot with the Iron bar, Syb drops the bar as Tanner grabs Fondell in a reverse DDT position as Syb grabs Fondells's legs and they hit the reverseDDT/ powerbomb combo....THE NEVERENDER!!

Tucker: The Neverender on Fondell on the metal rampway! Our Australian champ got exactly what he deserves, what does it feel like you son of a....

Fulton: Hey now Jerry, thats the Ace your talking about! Someone help him, where's the medics?

Tanner and Syb look at each other, at Fondell then at High Maintenance in the ring, Gavin Slater screaming at them to get up, banging the ring with his fist.

The connection hit the ring as High Maintenance get to their feet, stomping both Tanner and Syb. Slater picks up Syb as Richards lifts up Tanner. Slater whips Syb into one corner as Slater does the same to Tanner in the opposite corner, they both charge and miss as both Syb and Adrian slip out of the way. Richards turns and is greeted with Adrian hitting his daytripper super kick

Fulton: Man, Tanner really connected, if you pardon the pun, with that daytripper superkick

The New Sensation turns stunned and Syberus connects with The Pure Confidence, his implant/impaler DDT, The New Sensation lays flat out as Syb kicks him out of the ring

Pedro: Pure Confidence on Slater out of nowhere, how can Syberus walk, let alone take out The New Sensation

Gavin Slater jumps up onto the apron and The Connection knock him flying back to the floor with a double dropkick

Crowd: "CONNECTION, CONNECTION, CONNECTION"

Fulton: That's no way to treat a manager!

Tucker: But it's the right way to take out that low down snake!

Syberus looks at Adrian, and picks up the Rolls Royce and Adrian positions himself.

The crowd know what's coming, they chant

"LANDLINE, LANDLINE, LANDLINE"

A deadly swinging neckbreaker/Powerslam combo floors The Rolls Royce as Adrian makes the cover

Pedro: The Connection hit the Landline, Adrian Tanner with the pin

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Jose Sosa raises the arms of Tanner and Syberus as the crowd erupt with a reichter scale 7 celebration.

Tucker: They've done it, overcoming all the odds the Connection retain their titles, tonight Justice has been done and the Connection once again prove they are the champions!

Pedro: I can't believe it, High Maintenance had it won, then Syberus turned the tables, what a match, what a night!!

Fulton: Someone help Sly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[SWAT Team]

[Open backstage as the newest member of the SWAT announce team, Sheryl Madden, seems to be patiently awaiting the arrival of someone. Suddenly, a long, black stretched limo pulls up. As the driver opens the door, a cloud of smoke rises from out of the car, as Stan Wilson steps out with cigar in hand, while dressed in a pin-striped Armani Suit, with red tie and Gucci sunglasses. Quickly, without hesitation, young Sheryl runs over to Stan.]

Sheryl-Stan...Tank, can I have a quick moment of your time?

[Stan takes a quick puff of his cigar, all the while eyeballing the young, attractive SWAT correspondent.]

Stan-Why sure little lady. Hell, after I'm done with Icon, later tonight after my victory party you can have all of my time.

[Sheryl playfully bites her fingernail, as she blushes, while Stan continues to check her rear. Sheryl then snaps out of it, before pointing the mic directly in Stan's face.]

Sheryl-Speaking of your match tonight Stan, you seem pretty relaxed. In fact, you don't seem to be taking your opponent seriously at all.

Stan-What gave you that impression?

Sheryl-Well, you've barely mentioned his name since the match was first announced, add to that you're showing up late to a major pay per view.

Stan-We had car trouble, didn't we Jimmy?

[Stan looks over at the limo driver, who cautiously shakes his head, "yes", as Stan gives him an intimidating look.]

Sheryl-Well car trouble is one thing, but the trouble you're going to have with Icon is completely another. I mean....

Stan-Hold on, hold on. "The trouble with Icon"? Are you kidding me? I can see that you're new around here, so I may need to explain a few things to you. So listen up pumpkin tits.

[Sheryl gasps in shock at the insult.]

Stan-If I seem to take Icon lightly, then guess what...I do. If I seem to be overlooking him as just another pushover, then guess what...I do. If I seem to not have the slightest ounce of respect for the man, then guess what...I don't. Icon's not even fit to be in the same ring with a legend like me. I know it, the fans know it, and most importantly of all, he knows it. Because at the end of the day, he knows damn well that there is only ONE, true "Icon" in SWAT, and you're looking at him. For over three years now, I've only had one goal, and that's to prove that I'm the best this business has to offer. And tonight, I complete my destiny and solidify my legacy in this business as one of the all-time greats.

And unfortunately for "The Icon", he's going to prove to be just another stepping stone on my duel paths to both immortality and greatness.

[Fade to black as Stan brushes pass Sheryl, as he heads into the building.]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: What a night this has been! So many awesome matches together in one PPV show in unreal!

Andrew Fulton: A great night indeed. My favorite match so far was the one for the Australian heavyweight title, where The Ace’s class defeated Bruno’s brutality.

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: The best was seeing the future of the Caribbean, Dave Brickheart, winning the heavyweight title.

Jeremy Tucker: Those were excellent matches, even though I disagree with the results. But I personally loved the world tag team title match. The Connection can thrive over any obstacle!

Andrew Fulton: You always have to support that pair of assholes.

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Eso es verdad (That’s true).

Jeremy Tucker: What did you say … anyway, now it’s time! It’s time!

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Caribbean Vs Australia!

Andrew Fulton: The Icon Vs The Tank!

Jeremy Tucker: For the heavyweight championship of the WOOOOOOOOOOORLD!!!

Frank Salazar: SWAT proudly present Cinco de MAYHEM’s main event! The following match is scheduled for one fall! The winner will be the first ever SWAT World Heavyweight Champion!!! REPRESENTING SWAT CARIBBEAN…

(“Take me out” by Franz Ferdinand hits as maroon and black lights flash over the arena. The SWATron shows Icon’s several wins to retain the Ringmaster Championship, and several stints of footage harming Adrian Tanner. It also shows spitting in his former owner’s face, stealing the brief case and gloating in a nice suit. In cheap animations, it shows Icon stomping on CWA and HPWA logos. The song comes closer to the beat change, and red sparks begin to fly up from the ramp way. The Icon’s face flashes over the SWATron as the song makes the beat change.)

Frank Salazar: COMING FIRST TO THE RING, FROM CHAMPAIGN, ILLINOIS! WEIGHTING 256 POUNDS AND STANDING AT 6’5 FEET TALL! THE FORMER RINGMASTER CHAMPION! THEEEEEEE IIIIICOOOOOOOONNNNNN!!!!!!!!!

(Icon walks out very cockily, but smirking toward a smile. He waves his hands at the fans as if to say “Go away, you’re not important”. Icon flexes his muscles and spins around; making sure everyone gets a good look at his toned body. He walks up the steel ring steps and gets in. He spins around one more time with his arms held high and flexed, then he tugs on the ropes and stretches a bit. Icon lazily lays in the turnbuckle.)

Jeremy Tucker: I must say Icon has an unparallel attitude. Showing great confidence from the start.

Frank Salazar: AND REPRESENTING SWAT AUSTRALIA…

(“War Machine” by KISS hits. Stan walks out and three vertical pyros fire up one after another at the entrance way.)

Frank Salazar: WEIGHTING 315 POUNDS AND STANDING AT 6’10 FEET TALL! THE FORMER IPW UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! THE TANK! BIG STAN WIIIIILSSOOOOOONNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton: God he’s huge.

Jeremy Tucker: You sounded a bit excited Fulton.

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: And a bit gay I should add.

Andrew Fulton: A Puerto Rican trying to make fun of me. That’s all I needed. Jerry, of course I’m excited. Maybe you don’t like Stan or Icon, but these men succeeded over tournaments that lasted months in both regions! These are the best their respective regions have to offer!

Jeremy Tucker: You’re right in one thing - I don’t like neither of them - but at least Icon did overcome a whole tournament on his region; Stan was pushed down our throats by Dracon!

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Blasphemy! Dracon is the best boss…

Andrew Fulton: Shut up Pedro. Dracon put Stan in the position he is because and only because he deserves no less. So you better put your priorities in order Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker: What priorities?

Andrew Fulton: They are your priorities. How the hell I’m supposed to know.

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Wow … that was a slow walk to the ring, but Stan is finally there.

(Stan enters the ring over the top rope.)

Jeremy Tucker: The official referee for this match will be El Atlético, and his showing us the brand new, gorgeous SWAT world title belt that these men will be fighting for. Isn’t it the most beautiful title you’ve seen Fulton?

Andrew Fulton: It’s amazing. I wonder how much I would get for it on eBay…

Jeremy Tucker: Don’t even think about it.

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Stan and Icon are staring at each other, face to face! Icon is showing no fear to The Tank!

(Icon smiles and slaps Stan across the face and talks trash to him!)

Andrew Fulton: Icon has no respect for the 7 feet taller!

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: He’s 6’10 actually.

Andrew Fulton: Shut up.

(Stan thinks while touching his face and suddenly pushes Icon down to the mat!)

Jeremy Tucker: Icon looks like offended by the push.

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Icon stands up and clotheslines Stan, but no reaction! He runs to the ropes and comebacks with a stronger clothesline but Stan doesn’t move an inch!

Andrew Fulton: Stan is like a wall!

(Icon tries the running attack from the ropes again but Stan tilt – a – whirl powerslams him!)

Jeremy Tucker: Stan covers Icon!

1 … 2 … (Shoulder up!)

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Icon looks a bit surprised.

Jeremy Tucker: Stan helps him up and sends him to the corner.

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Stan delivers some open hand chops to Icon’ chest to warm up the match!

(Ric Flair’s Whhhhhoooooooo’s are heard in the arena.)

Jeremy Tucker: Icon strikes back with a few rights but Stan stops the offensive with a back elbow and some more open hand chops to the chest, which is on fire right now!

(Icon tries to do something on his behalf sending a few chest chops of his own, but stops his attempt with a back elbow and the foot choke!)

1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … (Stan takes his foot off Icon’s throat before El Atlético counts 5)

Andrew Fulton: How would that feel? Having a size 15 boot choking your life out?

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: I know how it feels. When I caught my wife screwing with a black man on our bedroom he got mad and gave me a hell of a beating … and he had pretty large feet … long story.

Jeremy Tucker: … … …

Andrew Fulton: Your life sucks man.

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: I know. Another foot choke and El Atlético do his job ordering Stan to stop it.

(Stan argues a little bit with El Atlético.)

Jeremy Tucker: Gutbuster by Stan!

(Icon rolls with his arms wrapped around his stomach. Stan stops the rolling choking Icon with his bare hands!)

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: El Atlético tries to stop Stan with the count.

1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … (Stan releases the choke, stands up angry and pushes El Atlético with his body.)

Jeremy Tucker: Icon uses Stan’s little distraction to roll out of the ring and take some air.

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Stan reaches over and pulls Icon up to the apron but he drops down with a skin off the cat defense!

Jeremy Tucker: The giant is down!

(Icon slides into the ring and starts attacking Stan, who is already in one knee.)

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Icon kicks Stan on the knee several times and it’s hurting the big man…

Andrew Fulton: Stan has pretty strong knees so I doubt it’s hurting much.

Jeremy Tucker: Stan grabs Icon by his arm and sends him to the opposite corner.

(Stan seizes him, runs and big splashes the empty turnbuckle!)

Jeremy Tucker: Icon moved right on time!

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Stan would’ve crushed him otherwise.

Andrew Fulton: The only way to defeat someone as big as Stan is to outsmart him … and it’s no easy task to do that with The Tank.

Jeremy Tucker: Icon with a mat slam!

1 … 2 (Stan pushes Icon off himself!)

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Icon kicks and punches Stan trying to not let him stand up, but the giant is going up and there’s no way to stop him!

(Icon runs to the ropes and comes back with diving forearm smash but is caught in a jaw dropping black hole slam!)

Jeremy Tucker: Sweet Jesus! Did you see that?!

1 … 2 … (Icon with the leg on the bottom rope!)

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Carajo! Stan almost got it there!

Jeremy Tucker: Stan doesn’t look happy about this, and he’s climbing the turnbuckle.

(Stan blatantly smiles to the crowd from the second rope and looks at Icon, who is laying flat in the mat like a dead corpse.)

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Second rope leg drop but Icon moves at the last second and that’s what I call a 547 bad landing from The Tank!

Jeremy Tucker: Stan grabs his hamstrings in pain!

Andrew Fulton: The Tank has pretty strong hamstrings so I doubt it’s hurting much…

Jeremy Tucker: What’s with you and Stan’s … body parts?

Andrew Fulton: I’m supporting our representative. If you’re so against it maybe you should consider applying to the Caribbean region.

Jeremy Tucker: I don’t have to support anyone in that ring.

(Icon repeatedly kicks Stan on his face like if he was trying to kill a monster in one of those horror movies.)

Jeremy Tucker: El Atlético is ordering him to stop? What is this about?

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: He’s just doing his job.

Jeremy Tucker: Kicks and punches are legal in SWAT … maybe is a misunderstanding.

(Icon is strongly arguing with El Atlético as Stan gets up.)

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Icon turns around and is belly-to-belly suplexed!

(Stan goes for a swinging neckbreaker but Icon also locks Stan’s head on the fall, making it a double edge move!)

Jeremy Tucker: Both men down on the canvas as El Atlético starts the K.O. count!

1 … 2 … 3 … 4 …

(The crowd counts with El Atlético.)

5 … 6 …

(Both men start moving.)

7 … 8 …

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Stan uses the ropes to get on his feet and is clotheslined out of the ring by a desperate Icon!

Jeremy Tucker: Oh my God! Stan hit the apron with his back on the way down!

Andrew Fulton: Big Stan has a pretty strong back so I doubt…

Jeremy Tucker: Ah stop it already!

(Icon slides out of the ring, stomps on Stan a few times and removes the monitors and other stuff off the announcers table!)

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: What’s in The Icon’s mind?!

(Icon sees a fan in the front row with a sign that says, “We miss the old good Stan” and takes it away from her! Icon rips it apart and drops it on the floor.)

Jeremy Tucker: Don’t you see it? He wants to push this match to the next level!

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Icon grabs Stan by his baldhead and smashes him against our table!

Andrew Fulton: Are you criticizing Stan for being bald?

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: No … I …

Jeremy Tucker: You’re bald yourself Pedro.

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: I’m not bald! My hair is thinning yeah, but I’m not bald!

Jeremy Tucker: Whoa! Stan lifts The Icon up in a gorilla press out of nowhere!

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Icon manages to slip out and pushes Stan to the ring post! Stan hits the ring post face first and turns around to be met by a huge strong slap right in the mouth!

Andrew Fulton: If that’s not cocky, I don’t know what is.

Jeremy Tucker: Stan goes mad and grabs Icon by the throat to chokeslam him over our table!

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Stan is bleeding from the forehead because of that ring post shot!

Andrew Fulton: We should really get the hell out of here!

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Icon elbows Stan on the face several times to escape the chokehold!

Jeremy Tucker: Icon kicks Stan in the gut and dropkick to the face!

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: The Kick of Icons!

(They get back to the ring.)

Jeremy Tucker: Icon continues his amazing offensive with a vertical suplex … no … he can’t lift The Tank!

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Stan lifts him up instead and holds him up in the vertical position for a few seconds, showing his unique strength.

Jeremy Tucker: Icon unbalances Stan moving his legs and DDT’s him!

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: What a reversal by The Icon!

(Icon with the grapevine pin.)

1 … 2 … (Kick out!)

Jeremy Tucker: Stan barely kicked out. It seems Stan’s strength is mesmerizing more and more.

(Icon storms over Big Stan with a flurry of punches, not allowing him to even breath.)

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Que carajo es esto?! This is not the UFC!

(El Atlético pulls Icon off Stan!)

Jeremy Tucker: Why El Atlético is doing this?

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Because he is hitting him with closed hands.

Jeremy Tucker: Dracon told to El Atlético that fists are not permitted on this match?

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Of course he did. We’re not savages and this is the most important match in SWAT, ever. We won’t let something as trivial as punches ruin it all. It’s about good taste.

Jeremy Tucker: Yeah right.

(Icon doesn’t agree with El Atlético and continues sending punches to Stan’s head like a mad man!)

Jeremy Tucker: El Atlético once again pulls Icon off Stan and warns him about a disqualification!? This is SWAT! We throw punches here!

(Stan starts to stand up but Icon sends soccer kicks to his ribs.)

Jeremy Tucker: El Atlético is now stepping between Stan and Icon! What the hell is wrong with him?!

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: This is pro-wrestling, not King of the Cage or Hardkore World; and that’s the example that my, yours and everybody’s boss Mr. Xanathos is putting up with this match.

Jeremy Tucker: What are you talking about? These “special” new rules are practically disarming Icon of any offense he can efficiently execute against a 6’10, 315 pounds monster! What is he supposed to do? Lift him up and suplex him?!

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Times are changing here in SWAT for good, thanks to our beloved President.

Jeremy Tucker: You’re full of bullshit!

Andrew Fulton: And stinks like it.

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Fuck you both.

Jeremy Tucker: The Icon pushes El Atlético off his way and runs into an enforcer spinebuster!

1 … 2 … (Shoulder up!)

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Irish whip and sidewalk backbreaker by The Tank!

Jeremy Tucker: The Tank locks the dragon sleeper!

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: There you have it. Stan locking a submission move, right on Cinco de MAYHEM main event, in honor of our boss Mr. Xanathos!

Jeremy Tucker: It’s just a dragon sleeper, a move used by many wrestlers.

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: It’s the DRAGON sleeper!

Jeremy Tucker: Forget it. There’s no use trying to make sense with you.

(Stan tries to make Icon tap out with the dragon sleeper but the Caribbean representative is able to reach the ropes with his feet.)

Jeremy Tucker: Stan looks exhausted. The blood continues to flow down his face and he can’t find a way to finish Icon once for all.

(Both men stand up but Icon gets the upper hand kicking the back of the knees. Stan is in one knee and Icon sends him face first to the mat with a jumping facebuster!)

1 … 2 … (Shoulder up!)

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: The Icon nails Stan with elbow drops full of frustration. Icon helps Stan up and Irish whips him … but no … Stan reverses it and receives him with a tremendous gorilla press into powerslam! And the cover!

1 … 2 … (Shoulder up!)

Jeremy Tucker: Stan is covering his face with his hands in desperation. He looks at the Mexicans for a moment and starts to slowly make his way up that turnbuckle. Stan climbs up all the way to the top while Icon struggles to stand up.

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Flying clothesline from the top rope! He almost took Icon’s head off his body!

(Stan with the cover!)

1 … 2 … (Shoulder up!)

Jeremy Tucker: Stan quickly gets him up and sends him hard to the corner. The Tank sprints to The Icon but a drop toe hold makes him crash in the second turnbuckle!

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Icon with kicks to the kidney! Turns him around and nails him with an axehandle punch … and overhand punch and a straight punch to the mouth! Kick to the mid-section and El Atlético is trying to stop him!

(Icon pushes El Atlético very hard, making him tumble to the mat.)

Jeremy Tucker: The Icon gets on the second rope and starts punching Stan on his forehead wound! No mercy!

(The crowd counts loud Icon’s punches, which make Stan bleed more and more every time.)

1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … 5 … 6 … 7 … 8

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Stan bear hugs Icon, runs with him across the ring and slams him against the opposite corner!

(Stan sits Icon in the turnbuckle and proceeds to climb up the turnbuckle, all the way to the top rope.)

Jeremy Tucker: Superplex!!! Sweet Jesus!!! Stan superplexed The Icon! Unbelievable!!!

Andrew Fulton: That was so Don West.

Pedro “The Icon” Santiago: Both men are down, again!

1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … 5 … 6 …

Jeremy Tucker: Stan is up first and waits for Icon to get up … he’s targeting him for the Tank Line (Clothesline from Hell)! Icon gets up to his feet and here goes Stan … The Icon fights back with a karate kick, but Stan dodges and Icon clocks El Atlético right on the jaw!

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: The Icon should be disqualified for attacking the referee!

Jeremy Tucker: It was a mistake … and I’m glad it happened.

(The Icon looks at the fallen Atlético for a moment and turns around … Stan grabs him by the throat!)

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Look at Stan! He has a “I finally got you” face!

Jeremy Tucker: Oh no! Icon with a low blow on Big Stan! And the referee is down!

(Stan falls on his knees with an agony face.)

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Icon slid out of the ring and is approaching the Frank Salazar! Icon takes him by the back of the head and pushes him off his chair! No por favor!

(Icon enters the ring with the flopped steel chair on his hands.)

Jeremy Tucker: Big Stan finally manages to stand up after that low blow but is clocked right in the head that steel chair!

Andrew Fulton: Icon smiles like he’s proud of his actions. I’m proud of him too.

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: This can’t be happening.

Jeremy Tucker: What Icon has on his mind? He’s pushed that chair under Stan and got out of the ring to bring a second one? What for?

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Oh no … I think he’s setting Stan for the Mark of the Icon; and elbow drop from the top rope, when the opponent is wrapped over two chairs!

Jeremy Tucker: You’re right Pedrito.

(Pedro’s looks nervous, but his semblance suddenly changes from heaven to hell.)

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Don’t call me Pedrito.

Jeremy Tucker: Whatever. Icon is setting that chair over Stan and he’s amazingly happy about it. I can’t look the guy with good eyes.

Andrew Fulton: That’s the happiness that you feel when you can almost touch the world title.

Jeremy Tucker: I guess so. Icon is confidently climbing the turnbuckle to the top rope … Pedro? What are you doing?

(Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago drops his headphones and runs to the ring, accidentally slipping on his way, but arriving on time to grab Icon’s leg!)

Andrew Fulton: The Icon is shaking his leg like if he had a cockroach on his boot!

Jeremy Tucker: I do not approve Icon’s intentions but having Pedro sticking his nose in the main event is completely unacceptable!

(Icon is able to kick Pedro off his leg, making fall over his neck on the floor … Icon feels the strong grip of Stan’s hand around his throat!)

Jeremy Tucker: Pedro’s intrusion gave Stan enough time to recover and surprise us all here!

Andrew Fulton: Just look at Icon’s eyes. I can’t describe it.

Jeremy Tucker: Sweet Jesus! Chokeslam from the top rope right over the steel chairs! The Monterrey Arena is going to collapse!!!

Andrew Fulton: Look at the entranceway! The SWAT President is hopping and pointing at the ring!

(Patrick Squidward, referee of some memorial matches, runs pretty fast down the ramp and slides into the ring to make the count!)

1 … 2 … 3!!!

Jeremy Tucker: That was the fastest count I’ve ever…

(“War Machine” by KISS replays.)

Andrew Fulton: Big Stan is the SWAT World Heavyweight Champion! The first ever!

Jeremy Tucker: Oh well; Stan definitely making history tonight after a controversial ending.

(Dracon walks down the ramp clapping his hands and with a huge smile on his angel/demon face. Triple B follows right behind.)

Jeremy Tucker: Dracon and Triple B walk near Pedro, who is noticeable in pain after that fall, and don’t even look at him. This is sad.

(Frank Salazar enters the ring with the shiny world title belt, but before he can give it to the champion, Dracon takes it off his hands and orders him to take a hike.)

Jeremy Tucker: Dracon personally gives the world heavyweight championship to his biggest man, Stan Wilson.

Andrew Fulton: What a happy family huh?

(Dracon, Triple B and Stan each take a corner and stand in the second rope. The camera focuses on Stan and the world title before Cinco de MAYHEM fades out.)