Overtaken : Sept 2005

[SWAT Team]

“Who are the real patriots?”

[shots of Soutter, Domino, Dan Stein]

“Who are the real traitors?”

[shots of Dracon Xanathos standing over Reeve with the kendo stick, Stan Wilson chokeslamming RDK]

“Who will stand up?”

[shot of Reeve trying to talk some sense into Triple B]

”Who will be the new leaders?”

[shots of Genity Howard, C.K. Panic, Nick Collyer..]

“If you love this country,”

[shot of the SWAT fans, cheering loudly]

“TAKE IT BACK”

[shots of Collyer tazering Stan Wilson, Panic telling Dracon off, Soutter fighting Dracon at the last ppv]

“from those who will destroy it!!”



“PROTEST”

[Collyer again attacking Stan]

“IS”

[Genity Howard, Killer and the rest standing up to Stan in the middle of the ring]

“PATRIATISM!”

[The Connection coming to the aid of Soutter, saving him from a 4-1 beatdown.]

“PROTEST”

[The Icon calling out Stan Wilson]

“IS”

[Soutter attacking Triple B]

“PATRIOTISM!”

[All the footage rolls into each other as the actual song starts]

“Now you've thrown your past agreements”

[Footage of Soutter, Domino, and Dracon in a meeting backstage]

“into the fire!”

[Dracon breaking Reeve’s leg with the bokken]

“And your government's become a whore”

[Dracon making lewd comments to various women]

”For outside interests, that now enslave the poor”

[The screen reads “Hardkore Tri-state,” and footage rolls of a ninja attacking Soutter after winning the HK-Tri Heavyweight Title, fading into the same ninja being revealed as Dracon Xanathos]

”Their suffering now stands ignored.”

[The Icon being attacked by Legion X at Eruption]

“PUSHED OUT”

[Nick Collyer being taken away in handcuffs]

“- SPAT ON!”

[Stan Wilson chokeslamming RDK to hell]

”Turn jobs into weapons, to make a profit”

[Dracon introducing Triple B as the newest member of Legion X]

“out of blood, sweat and lies”

[Triple B attacking Soutter]

”Free trade sounds easy and so damned harmless

”Until they're exploited by blind eyes.”

[Legion X standing at the top of the ramp, celebrating with the World Title as the crowd boos mercilessly]

“CHEWED THROUGH”

[Killer attacking Stan Wilson]

“-SPAT OUT!”

[Reeve being carried off in a stretcher]

”The evil that you feed, improves economy”

“for the rich that run your campaign”

[Dracon swimming in a giant pool full of money]

”Increase the bottom line, your role again defined,”

[Killer, Panic, Collyer and the rest of the Australian Locker room standing up to Stan Wilson, fading into Genity and Soutter fighting Triple B and Sly Fondell, fading into the Connection saving Soutter from a 4-1 attack]

“out with the old and in with the same”

”TIME”

“TO”

“UNMASK”

“THE”

“DEVIL!”

”Divide and conquer, kill off and prosper,”

[Dracon putting the Connection in double handicap-matches]

“recite the game that you've been sold”

[Legion X attacking various people]

”Manifest destiny, your life atrocities,”

[Stan Wilson holding the SWAT World Title in the air]

“responsibility annulled,”

[Triple B locking Reeve in the Dis-locator]

“PUSHED OUT”

[Domino’s face as Dracon pins Soutter to win the SWAT Presidency.]

“-ENSLAVED”

[Dracon forcing the former President to do various things]


”When will their wants meet our needs, when will their words match their deeds

[The Connection and The Icon fighting off Dave Brickheart, Killer fighting Stan Wilson]

”When will the time come to stand and take it back from their hands?

[The KGB fighting Legion X]

”When will their wants meet our needs, when will their words match their deeds?”

[C.K. Panic, Genity Howard pledging allegiance to Soutter, followed by Legion X attacking Panic]

”When will the time come to stand”

[The Connection fighting Legion X]

“and TAKE IT BACK!”

[The Connection taking Stan down with “Fatally Yours”]


”The blood is on your hands,”

“life stealing motherxxxxers”

[The brutal beatdown on Reeve, while Soutter watches on helpless]

”The constitution burns”

[Image of a SWAT banner, which begins to burn]

“to ash in front of you,”

[The SWAT banner is enflamed and replaced by a “Legion X” banner]

“the people know”

[Genity Howard talking to Soutter]


“what you are up to”

[footage of Dracon standing onboard the death-star, cackling evilly]


”Your sins…”

“…will come back on you!”

[All the footage merges together in one long flash of images as the song fades out..]

James Earl Jones: “And now…Syndicate Wrestling & Tradition presents…”

“OVERTAKEN!”

[SWAT Team]

Scene comes in with Jeremy Tucker and Rios Rivera sitting at their announcer's table with the screaming fans behind them.

Jeremy: Welcome everyone to tonights show, but before we begin we have something to show you that took place just last night.

wrote:
The HDW logo appears on the screen and begins to flash. Then it shatters and pyros begin going off on a high scale stage showing that this show is ready to kick off. The theme song is playing in the back and the fans are standing on their feet cheering their heads and asses off. Quickly the shot goes down to our commentators sitting anxiously at ringside.

Dwayne: Well it is finally here. After all of this waiting and many sleepless nights the deciding time has come.

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH

...Ryan runs strait for him and spears him to the mat

...Buka then backs up as the other two try to regain their stature and runs into the corner again. This time he flies into a missile dropkick and catches both of them in the chest. Knife flies over the top rope and Ryan falls out of the corner and onto the floor of the ring.

...Buka crossbodies onto Knife outside of the ring

...Buka climbs onto the apron and runs along it and leaps off grabbing onto Knife’s head. He pulls Knife into a bulldog onto the steel steps

...Buka quickly pins Knife 1.....2.....3!!!

Six Man Anarchy Match - Two Titles, Two Falls

...Anarchy lands an elbow down onto Steve forcing him to release Eric. Anarchy quickly gets up and ignores Steve going after Eric and forcing him to get to his feet. He then lifts Eric over his head in a gorilla press style. Suddenly Zack comes up from under him and lands a low blow

...Zack then runs and leaps off the top rope and lands his body across Anarchy’s

...Adams gets back to his feet and turns to see Smokey rushing at him. He catches Smokey and twirls him into a backbreaker

...Anarchy is about to throw him in when Zack rushes from behind again with an elbow across Anarchy’s back. Steve accidentally falls forewords and into the pit

...Adams ducks one of Smokey’s blows and grabs him whipping him with enough force into the ropes that he flips over it and lands on top of the casket with a hard thud

...The truck strikes it and bends the cell inwards. The two competitors fly off of the side. Anarchy falls onto the roof of the truck causing the windshield to crack. Zack flies off into the hole in the ground.

...Eric flies towards the ropes, but he flies over it. He Smokey, who is standing up in the casket and they both fall. The lid of the casket strikes the side of the cell causing it to shut and trapping Smokey inside

...Steve heaves mounds of dirt down into the grave and begins to pack it down

...Steve and Eric both hold their newly won titles in the center of the ring.

World Crown Championship

...Silence grabs Big by the arms and drags him up into the hanging crucifix pose. Silence takes a step forewards and throws Big forewords, but he flips over lands on his feet

...Silence then reaches around him and drags him up onto his shoulder, back resting against the edge of his upper arm. Silence is squeezing on him like a bear hug

...With a quick motion he grabs Silence by the neck and twists into a neck breaker

...He gets Big back up and whips him across the ring. He follows and throws a boot into Biggie’s face, but Biggie ducks and Silence lands across the top rope

...Mr. Big flies off landing a frogsplash onto Silence outside of the ring.

...Biggie hits the Big Storm followed by 1........2.......3!!!

...Mr. Big holds his title above his head as he is mounted in the corner.

HDW Match

...The two of them dual it out for a moment until Sammy lands a stiff shot that makes Dave step back

...Dave drives Sammy’s head into the ring post

...Dave comes around the back of Sammy and tries a schoolboy, and surprisingly Dave’s feet go up onto the ropes.

...The crowd begins to boo Dave for his actions

...Dave slips into his other pocket and pulls out a paperweight. The crowd boos as he goes to smack Sammy with it, but Sammy ducks and kicks Dave in the chin

...Dave looks pissed and raises his hand ready to finish this. The crowd boos again as he drags Sammy to his feet and sets him up for his finisher. Dave swings Sammy around, but Sammy slips out and under rolling Dave up 1..........2..........3!!!

Jeremy: We thought that was everything, but check out what happened next.

Dwayne: Oh my god. Sammy just caught Dave off guard. And I think I just lost my job.

Kristina: Is this good or bad?

Rocco: Here is your winner and rightful owner of High Damage Wrestling…SAMMY DEAT

Rocco is suddenly cut off as some foreign music begins to play. Someone walks out from the back clapping his hands towards Sammy and has a huge smile on his face.

Dwayne: Who is this?

Kristina: You’ve got me.

Dave suddenly grabs the microphone from Rocco.

Dave: Allow me to explain this situation to you Sammy.

Dave catches his breath for a moment.

Dave: I’m sorry to say that you’ve actually won nothing. You see my friend up there? That is Dracon Xanthos from SWAT.

The crowd begins to boo Dave again.

Dwanye: From SWAT? What the hell is going on?

Dave: You see just in case something like this happened I had a fool proof plan. You see I already signed over all rights of High Damage Wrestling to him.

Kristina: What does that mean?

Dave: That means no more HDW and no more Sammy Death problems. All superstars become the property of SWAT…

Dracon than picks up a microphone.

Dracon: And thanks to Dave we in SWAT are able to finally extend our reach once again. This time opening a new region that I will be placing the select few from the HDW roster into. I will see all of you on the debut of SWAT Springfeild.

Dave and Dracon drop their mics as the show fades away…

[SWAT Team]

The scene cues back in, revealing SWAT’s Odd Couple, Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton. Behind them is a… *whistles* Damn, that’s a big TV. Wonder how much they go for… not that I could afford it. Being an omnipresent voice pays jack… er, anyways:

“Alright, this next match won’t be for the faint of heart. Put the women and children to bed, because our mass-melee is about to begin!”

“Excellent…” Fulton grinned, idly strumming his fingers on the tabletop.

“Been waiting for this one?” Tucker noted.

“Of course. This isn’t just any standard brawl. It’s fourteen men battling it out in a completely hellish environment. Someone’s going to get hurt.”

“Sick little puppy.” Tucker offhandedly spat in disgust. “Well, for whatever reason, this match is going to be one for the ages, no doubt about. We take you to… well…”

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Tucker pointed to the TV, as the picture zoomed in before blending into a camera-shot of the boiler-room-style battlezone, various competitors with steely glares, some with maniacal sneers, others completely stone-faced, and others… circling their nipples with glee. Three guesses who that is, first two don’t count. *cough*

Everybody simultaneously looks up to see their goal: A briefcase, suspended by steel coil wires. A fall from that height won’t be pleasant, to say the least.

*DING!*

*And we’re off! And… as predicted, it’s a clusterfuck.*

*Amid the chaos, one voice rises above the others in a triumphant shout of joy. Everyone stops, and looks to see Dew, cheering over a hunched-over Carpenter after a well-placed nut-shot.*

*”Yeah! YEAH! I’m the champ! I’m climbing the steps of Philly! I’ve got the Eye of the Tiger! I’m gonna fight Mr Dream! I’m gonna-“*

*Dew was quickly cut off by 487 pounds of Samoan, as Kota snagged him up and spinebuster’d him into the wall, crushing him with sheer power.*

*Dew was further squashed as Jay ran up behind Kota and flying kicked the back of his head, sending him falling onto the poor caffeine junkie.*
*Meanwhile, the Christian Soldiers Graham and Chapman were double-teaming anything that neared, with Graham enziguri’ing Klane, sending him stumbling to his knees for a Chapman-delivered Shining Wizard.*

*Their next target wasn’t as defenseless, with ‘Big Daddy’ Kurtis slipping out of a running powerslam, pushing Chapman into a superkick from his unknowing partner. Graham turned back, and had his clock cleaned with a running Yakuza kick*

*Jack Kross was busy looking around the room, his mind racing with all of the options available to him as he donned a sick, twisted grin. He ran forward and jumped, grabbing onto an outstretched pipe and kicking Chaos flush in the face, at the same time yanking down with all his might, dislodging it from it’s place. With his new-found friend, he proceeded to introduce it to ‘The Show’ Chad Curtis’s face. They seemed to hit it off…. or at least, Kross teed off on Chad’s head.*

*Lucifer Jones, on the other hand, took it to his opponents with some impressive maneuvers, lifting up the big ‘Redneck Romeo’ for a sick backdrop driver, his head cracking off the cold, unforgiving concrete.*

*Not missing a beat, he blocked a clothesline from Mr BKT, using his own momentum against him for a devastating STO*

*Lucifer felt a hand drape over him, and tried to turn around, but it was too late-*

*As Microshocker sprung from behind him, locking in a Tazmission! From there… oh sweet Jesus… well, this just went the full monty, as Shocker dry-humps the panicing Jones, pausing only to lick his neck. Good God Almighty, I can’t believe I wrote that.*

[Cue back to the studio, where Tucker can be seen hurling his lungs into a paper sack while Fulton points at the screen and laughs his ass off]

*A shadow enveloped the both of them, as they looked up to see one big pissed off Romeo, who smashed them both with a standing splash, smashing Shocker and Jones into paste. On the bright side, at least Shocker let go of the hold.*

*Romeo takes his chance! He works his way to the make-shift ladder, climbs to the wire and begins making his way across! He’s almost there! He’s… grabbed by Kota. He’s… he’s dead! DEAD! Kota just used him as a flyswatter, smacking him into the concrete!*

*And Kota… is not a happy man. His eyes filled with fiery vengeance, he ran roughshod over the entire room, powerslamming the Christian Soldiers one after the other, using Jay as a shot-put, sending him flying into Klane, bowling them both over, grabbing a swung shovel from Kross and sending him up and over with a Samoan drop, his rampage unstoppable*

*Finally, he hefted Shocker over his shoulder for the Richter Scale, intending to pulverize the screaming man when… the door shook.*

*The camera panned to the exit of the room, where the door buckled from whatever was pounding on it, as Shocker slipped out and pushed Kota forward a bit…*

*And giggled as Kota was literally slapped down, the door being lifted off it’s hinges and used as a bludgeon by Shocker’s bodyguard, Bad Boy King Kong!*

*The two big men locked up, both seemingly equal for now, each trying to overwhelm the other with sheer power.*

*However, their battle was cut short as a sudden epiphany came over the rest of the wrestlers.*

*WHAM! Kota went cross-eyed from a well-placed bat swing to the head by Jay! He stumbled to a knee…*

*And fell prey to a Running DDT from Kurtis!*

*Kong ate a dropkick from Chad, sending him spinning into a double-clothesline from the Graham and Chapman*

*Both Kong and Kota staggered up slowly, and crashed back down from a stereo-nutshot from Dew!*

*And Microshocker… where the hell is he?*

*The camera shifts to the wires, where the Shocker is climbing his way to victory! His hand is reaching for it…*

*And he goes limp, glass shards flying everywhere as he plummets to reveal Kross, holding the remains of a busted whiskey bottle. This time, he goes for it…*

*Jay spots him, springing off the dazed Kota and flying over, catching Kross with a Hurricanrana, sending him crashing and burning!*

*Jay holds on the wire! He’s done it! He’s got… ACK!*

*DING!*

*Wait, what the hell just happened?! Let’s go the the replay…*
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The TV rewinds, going in slow motion as Jay positions himself, sitting on the wire, his hand reaching for the briefcase as… Lucifer Jones mounts the wire, running on it with incredibly balance, driving a knee into the back of Jay’s head and following him down to the ground, grabbing the briefcase on the way as he drives Jay into the floor, knocking him out for the count.

“And Lucifer Jones has done it!” Tucker declares, as Jones kicks at the prone Nelson before making off with his prize. He opens it, revealing… what looks to be about Fifty-thou in cash. Not bad for a days work, as Jones whistles.

“Damn, we need to do that more often! The sheer carnage! The blood! Oh, the glorious bloody… blood.”

Tucker edged the hell away from Fulton, “Well, at the end of the day… there could be only one. Jones pulled out one hell of a victory, with an extra 50K in his back pocket.”

[SWAT Team]

(The lights fade as "Sex Type Thing" by Stone Temple Pilots hits. 'The Mortally Mean Minister' Charles makes his way down to the ring dressed in a "Sunday Best" suit to a chorus of boo's. He enters the ring and requests a microphone.)

MMM: Do I have a treat for everybody here tonight? Let's make this short and sweet, back by popular demand, The Main Ingredient's 'Best Segment Ever'!

(Ram Jam's Black Betty blasts as The Main Ingredient makes his way down to the ring. A fan sticks a sign out that reads "the main ingredient gave me diarrhea" The Main Ingredient grabs the sign, rips it in half and slaps the fan in the side of the face. He makes his way up the steps and stops half way, listening to the boos of the crowd. He enters the ring and takes the mic from Charles.)

TMI: Ya know, I could leave right here and right now, and that'd be a real waste of my God given talent! So unless you all want to be struck down by the big guy upstairs, I'd shut up.

(The crowd obviously gets louder)

TMI: That's what I thought. You all may be wondering what you've done to be able to see my BSE here tonight. Well you see, apparently DK figured that if he never named a stipulation, then he'd get off a little easy. Well, DK, it's not that easy. Because, the fine print states that now I get to name the stipulation! So I figured since I'm gonna be burying your career tonight, that I might as well put you in a....wait for it.....CASKET MATCH! And since we're talking about careers, let's add a stip that will help further My... Excuse me...'the winners' career. Whoever wins gets a chance to challenge any one person with in the next year. So with that being said, get that casket out here.

(Some ring crew guys wheel out the casket and sets it up beside the ring.)

TMI:Now that the casket's here, all we need is the body. So in the words of the late Rod Roddy DKahuna, come on down!

Seek and Destroy hits ... and DKahuna comes out ... pushing a casket ... Main Ingredient looks a little taken back ... but soon starts showing some bravado again as DK comes nearer to the ring.

DK bangs roughly on the lid of the casket ... then makes his away into the ring ... referee Lloyd Brawn signalling for the bell to get this one under way.

Ding, ding, ding.

Jeremy Tucker : And here we go guys ... a casket match ... who would of thunk it?

Pedro Santiago : DK for one ... he was meant to pick the stip ... Ingredient picks it for him ... and DK comes out with the casket ... strange.

Rios Rivera : That is strange ... but who knows ... perhaps DK just saw the casket there ready and decided to bring it out with him.

Pedro Santiago : Perhaps ... myself ... i dont really care to tell you the truth.

DK and Main Ingredient square of with each other ... duking it out exchanging big lefts and rights.

Jeremy Tucker : Some history between these two guys going wayyyy back.

Pedro Santiago : We gathered as much ... or else why would they have chosen each other to face of with.

Main Ingredient taking the early advantage ... nailing DK with a scoop slam and then an atomic drop.

DK answering back with a bulldog.

DK applies an abdominal stretch ... but Main Ingredient hip tosses him ... right over the ropes to the outside ... DK coming down back first on the casket.

Main Ingredient slingshots himself over the ropes coming down on a rising DK with a plancha ... the crowd applauding his efforts.

Jeremy Tucker : Main Ingredient looking good here tonight .... he grabs a handful and DK's hair and WHAM ... pounds him head first into the casket.

Rios Rivera : DK tasting the casket there ... and again ... Main Ingredient just ramming the head of DK into that casket.

Main Ingredient then starts trying to force DK into the casket ... but its far too early .. .and DK blocks it with both hands on the casket ... and then nails Main Ingredient with a hard chop.

DK with another chop ... Main Ingredient fights back with a chop of his own ... DK hitting straight back with a third one.

DK then Irish whips Main Ingredient into the safety rail ... howls to the fans ... and charges him ... flying through the air with a stingersplash .... Main Ingredient ducking out of the way and DK eating the safety rail.

Main Ingredient lifting DK up for a belly to back suplex ... then drops him groin first on the safety rail ... the crowd oooohing and ahhhhing.

Main Ingredient locks a Tazzmission on DK ... DK starts floundering about trying to break out ... but he is fading fast ... Main Ingredient then brings him down to the mat ... still holding onto the tazzmission.

Main Ingredient then hoists DK up onto his shoulders for an F5 ... spins DK around and crunches him with a stunner.

Jeremy Tucker : REALIZATION! Main Ingredient with the Realization ... he has dominated this match ...

Rios Rivera : Main Ingredient really turning his career around of late ... ever since he met with the World Champ Big Stan ... he has been a different person.

Pedro Santiago : He could well finish him right here and now i think.

Turns out Pedro was right ... Main Ingredient rolling DK into the casket ... and emphatically slamming the lid shut. Black Betty blaring through the Springfield Community Centre.

Jeremy Tucker : One door closes and another one opens. Main Ingredient now with a title shot at his beck and call ... any title shot that is.

Rios Rivera : Lets hope he uses it wisely.

Pedro Santiago : And what of DK?

Jeremy Tucker : DK in a big rut here .... word is he has been flat out working on his new book ... the follow up to his first best seller ... but time will tell. In truth ... he hasn't been the same since his tag team partner Bruno vanished of the face of the earth ... but knowing these guys ... i wouldn't be surprised in the least to see them resurface sometime in the future and head right back to the top of the wrestling world.

[SWAT Team]

Rios Rivera: What a night Amigos! Overtaken…has been just…wow.

Pedro Santiago: No Kidding Rios, and our next match should be a dandy as well. James Fierce versus Kilroy Evans, this match has been five years in the making and tonight we get to see these two, live one on one in an anything goes match.

Pablo Escobar; Stop-a your-a yappin-a. The match-a is-a about-a start-a.

"Espionage" by Green Day starts over the PA as Kilroy starts making his way down the entrance ramp. Kilroy is supports a new tee shit that says James who? Kilroy then enters the ring and buts his back in the corner facing the ramp way.

Rios Rivera; I can hardly wait

Pablo Escobar: Shut-a your-a trap-a. James-a is about-a come-a out-a.

“Around The World” By RHCP starts on the PA…but nothing.

Pedro Santiago: Did James grow yellow?

[ James then comes out from underneath the ring and pulls Kilroy through the bottom ropes. James goes for a left but Kilroy blocks it and starts nailing both lefts and rights.]

Rios Rivera: So much for that sneak attack.

[Kilroy grabs a chair a starts to choke James with a Camel clutch choke with the chair in tow.]

[Kilroy then whips an almost limp Fierce into the barricade the follows up with a clothes line sending James into the stands.]

Rios Rivera: Kilroy is definitely in charge of this contest

Pedro Santiago: Maybe James bit off more he can chew.

[Kilroy then asks a fan to hit Fierce with a chair, and as the fans swings Fierce ducks and the chair nails Evans across the head.]

[Fierce the takes the chair and begins swinging repeatedly across the head of Evans.]

Pablo Escobar: That’s-a boy-a James-a.

[ The Fierce places Kilroy’ss head in a standing head scissors. James then drops down to his knees driving Kilroy’s head to the pavement.]

[ James then follows up with a camel clutch chin lock. Fierce keeps pulling and yanking as Kilroy’s face oozes with blood.]

[Fierce then releases the hold and applies a Full Nelson hold while still straddling Evans. Fierce then starts pounding Kilroy’s Head on a nearby chair.]

Rios Rivera: Fierce just being fierce here tonight. He sure seems like he has something to prove

Pablo Escobar: No-a kidding-a.

[James drops Evans face first then grabs both legs and begins to drag Evans to the back.]

Rios Rivera: Oh boy amigos this one won’t be over for a while…


[Scene fades to…]

[SWAT Team]

Scene opens with Killer standing by.

K:A ladder match? Wasn't really expecting that but what the f eh, thats what you want CK, thats what we'll do than. I got to admit its been one hell of a long time since I've been in a ladder match, but the last time I was in it I walked out the winner. Im not afraid of heights CK, I might be a big man but I got some deceptive agility. I can climb a ladder, I can reach out and grab the belt with ease.

You might think because your a lighter, high flyer type that this match can go in your favour, well CK dont count me out just yet, Overtaken Im going to have to up the ante if I expect to come out on top. Like I said I can do a ladder match, but I have to prepared for it. Its a match Im not used to all the time, but it doesnt mean that Im going bomb.

Im going to go into this match ready and prepared to take your ass down and claim that elusive title win thats been coming to me for a while now. Prepare CK for one hell of a battle.

And do not be suprised if the monster is the one who climbs the ladder to success.

Scene ends.

[SWAT Team]

The crowd begins to murmur as the lights drop. The errie opening chords of No Quarter begin ringing out and what seems like everyone in the building stands up. Intelligent lights begin scanning the arena … with a different tempo and sequence as the drums kick in as people begin stomping their feet in the dark. Suddenly pyrotechnics light the arena up with white, purple and red explosions above the ring and ramp area. A spot light hits Cobryn who’s standing on the ramp with a big smile on his face … as the lights start coming back up.

Cobryn cracks his neck and begins his march to the ring to a loud chorus of boos. One section of the crowd does the 'worship' motion while Cobryn walks down the aisle. Cobryn’s black robe drapes behind him as he approaches the ring, and wipes his feet on the apron before sliding through the ropes. He hands Frank Salazar an index card and commands him to read it.

Frank Salazar : Hailing from Key Largo, Standing in at 6’4 and weighing in at 250 pounds… He entered the UWA and began a 10 match winning streak… joining the Society of The New Breed and winning a match defeating the entire Toho Group and Brian Nixon. Thats Five men singlehandedly.... FIVE MEN! He went on to win the UK Championship… unified it with the Internet championship to become the first singles double champion in the UWA… and eventually went on to win the UWA World Championship from Tripps… ending his reign of backstage politicking and banishing him from the UWA. Cobryn is a former UWA Internet Champion, UWA UK Champion, ICW Internet Champion, A Double Champion on 3 different occasions including unifying the UK and Internet titles ... and making the UK title a sanctioned title. The former UWA UK and UWA Internet ….UWA Internet and ICW Internet… UWA World and UWA Internet And the first man to hold an ICW and UWA title concurrently. He is the most decorated wrestler in the history of the UWA, and the former UWA Heavyweight Champion of the WOOOOOOOORRRRRLLLLD....

Frank Salazar takes a large breath

He then graced both AW and the IPW with his presence, and stood undefeated in the IPW after defeating the likes of James Ashcroft, Big Stan Wilson, killing Kobra... literally, Defeating Haven and Hero in a handicap match, as well as Kilmer and Ashcroft in yet another handicap match... Coming off the greatest tournament of his career, Cobryn defeated not only Paul Soutter, but Lucifer Jones, Rally Jackson and Kilroy Evans to claim the AW World Heavyweight Championship. His career record standing at 115 wins against 11 losses, all losses coming by dubious means.... now he is a huge star in Hardkore Wor.....

[Salazar is cut off as "The Wicker Man" by Iron Maiden blasts forth in majestic glory as a blast of red pyro announces Adam's arrival. He wears a simple black T-shirt emblazoned with the phrase "Obama Positive" across the front, which he removes upon his arrival at the ring. He raises his left fist in salute as the ROCK fades out. Cobryn staring at Salazar flabbergasted.][/i]

Rios Rivera : Looks like Plummer had heard enough of the Cobryn life story introduction amigo's.

Pablo Escobar : It-a was-a just-a starting-a to-a get-a interesting-a.

Pedro Santiago : Interesting-a? Please-a.

Referee Lloyd Brawn calls for the bell and A7 moves in towards Cobryn ... who waves him off dismissivley .... calling Frank Salazar back in ... motioning for him to continue his ring introduction ... Salazar looks confused ... but Cobryn is insistent ....

WHAM!

Rios Rivera : Plummer putting a stop to this frivolity hooking the waist of Cobryn and planting him a huge German Suplex.

Pablo Escobar : Frivolity-a? Not-a to-a Cobryn-a!

Cobryn gets to his feet holding his neck ... yelling at Brawn about the cheap shot and how he still wants his intro finished referee Brawn explains the contest is under way and instructs Cobryn to get on with it ..... Cobryn then slides out of the ring ... and starts heading up the rampway ... waving them off and ignoring the crowd who are now jeering him.

Rios Rivera : I cant believe this ... Cobryn's leaving ... just because his long ass intro got cut short ...

Pablo Escobar : Believe it-a!

Pedro Escobar : Who's this guy think he is ..... ?

Pablo Escobar : Cobryn-a! Thats-a who-a he-a is-a!

Referee Lloyd Brawn starts counting him out ... A7 sliding out the ring and running up to catch him ... Plummer catches Cobryn and goes to pull him around by the shoulder ... Cobryn shrugs him off dissmissivley and continues up the rampway ... Plummer swings Cobryn around by the shoulder ...

WHAM!

Rios Rivera : Ouch! Cobryn with a hard shot clocks Plummer right on the chin ... Cobryn then with a flurry of overhand closed fist punches ... A7 reeling from the onslaught of Cobryn ... who is taking all of his anger out on Seven for cutting short his intro.

Pedro Santiago : Cobryn is scum ... he will pay for what he did to our mighty Presidenta' and leader of Legion X Mr Dracon Xanathos ... yes ... he will pay!

Cobryn then with a hair pull take down sending the back of Plummers head crashing to the metal rampway ... he helps him up ... rams his shoulder into the steel steps ... and then rolls him back into the ring.

Pablo Escobar : Adam-a Plummer-a must-a be asking himself-a now-a if it was-a worth it-a.

Rios Rivera : If all what was worth it ... cutting Cobryn's introduction short?

Pablo Escobar : That-a and-a his whole-a comeback-a.

Rios Rivera : I am sure when he signed up to return to the ring the last thing he was thinking of was Cobryn coming to ruin his fun.

Pedro Santiago : Its all always about Cobryn with you guys ... there are two of them out there you know!

Pablo Escobar : Yeah-a. One of-a them-a is Cobryn-a and one of-a them-a isn't-a.

Cobryn rolls back into the ring after Adam Seven Plummer and goes for a cocky nonchalant cover ..... Plummer easily getting the shoulder up at the one count.

Pablo Escobar : Cobryn-a cant-a believe it-a!

Pedro Santiago : Cant believe what .. that lousy half assed cover?

Pablo Escobar : He-a must-a thought-a it was-a enough-a. Look-a at-a him-a ....

Cobryn questioning referee Lloyd Brawn how Plummer could of possibly kicked out of the cover ... he truly looks bewildered.

Rios Rivera : Plummer looks to of had enough of this and armwrench takedown into a standing leg drop on Cobryn .... Plummer then ending in armbar.

Pedro Santiago : Nice chain wrestling there from the original Ring Syndicate World Champ ... he's still got it.

Cobryn rolls out of the arm bar ... locking Plummer in a arm breaker ... twisting and wringing the arm of A7 ... Cobryn then with a Judo type throw on Plummer and locks on a leg scissors ... releasing a leg occasionally to batter the face of A7 with kicks.

Rios Rivera : Cobryn then with a Boot Lace Scrape to the face ... and follows it up with a step over toe hold .... as soon as he has it hooked yelling at referee Brawn that Seven is tapping.

Pedro Santiago : I never saw Plummer tap ... and neither did Brawn ... good officiating.

Pablo Escobar : Relax-a Pedro .. .we all know you dislike Cobryn-a because-a he handled-a El Presidenta's balls-a in a way-a you-a could never-a dare-a!

Pedro Santiago : I WOULD NEVER BE SO ROUGH WITH THEM!

Dead silence ... Pablo and Rios both staring at Pedro ... even Plummer and Cobryn stare at him with a look of "ewwwwww" on there face ...

Pedro Santiago : I mean a ......

Rios Rivera : We all now full well what you mean Pedro ... i suggest you just leave it there.

Cobryn releases the hold and he and Plummer both wipe there bodies off like they are washing away the filth.

Rios Rivera : Plummer then quick to get on the offensive ... Cobryn taking the joke to far and not knowing when to stop left a big opening for Plummer who was quick to capitalize with a scoop slam on Cobryn ... he follows it up with a high elevation back body drop and then a single arm ddt.

Plummer then with some hard shots to the back of Cobryn's neck ... stiff Muay Thai-style elbow's and knee strikes.

Pablo Escobar : Plummer-a now-a in-a control-a.

Rios Rivera : This is the first high profile match for both of these guys here in SWAT ... and from what i have seen so far ... and heard about both of them ... i look to see both these men kick on to have very successful careers here in SWAT.

Plummer now going for a bear hug ... trying to put more pressure on the upper neck and back of Cobryn ... but Cobryn slides his hands underneath A7's arms and belly to belly overhead suplex's him.

Pablo Escobar : Wo-a ... what-a counter-a

Cobryn then with a Jake the Snake like short arm clothesline ... pulling him in by the arm and then leveling him.

Plummer staggers to his feet ... very groggy ... and Cobryn starts toying with him with some hard snap jabs to the chin.

Cobryn then hooks Plummer and delivers a Belly to Back Snap Suplex.

Rios Rivera : And the tide turns again ... Cobryn now back behind the drivers wheel.

Plummer gets to his feet and charges at Cobryn ... hatred in his eyes ... Cobryn catching him and sending him over with a hiptoss powerslam.

Cobryn then with a underhook on Plummer ... underhook facedriver ... and Cobryn unmercifully hangs onto the underhook ... drilling A7 with an underhook brainbuster suplex (Michinoku Driver 1)

Pablo Escobar : Thats-a it-a ... say goodbye-a to Yuki and Suki ... Plummer-a!

Rios Rivera : Cobryn with the cover .... one .......... two ................. why that cocky bastard ... Cobryn just stopped the count ... picking Seven up from the mat ... mouthing to the crowd ... "not yet".

Suddenly the lights go out ... there is a loud smashing sound ... like that of a chair connecting with a skull ... and then again ... the same sound .... the lights come back on ... and we see standing in the middle of the ring ... over a knocked out and unconscious Cobryn and Adam Plummer ... none other then ................. The Phantom!

Pablo Escobar : Who-a is-a that-a ... and what-a the hell-a does-a he-a think-a he-a is-a doing-a in Cobryn's match-a.
Pedro Santiago : I don't have a clue ... but anyone who does something like this to Cobryn is allrighty in my book.

Rios Rivera : Thats the Phantom ... former UWA superstar and former rival of Cobryn's ... they both came up through the ranks together .... and looks like Phantom hasn't forgotten about him ... after all this time.

Pablo Escobar : How-a do-a you-a know-a that-a Rios-a?

Rios Rivera : Come on Pablo ... you know me ... im a wrestling nut ... i never missed an episode of Battleground back in the day.

In the ring ... Plummer and Cobryn are not moving .... Cobryn starts to show signs of coming to ... and Phantom cracks him right in the skull with another chair shot ... security rushing the ring and taking Phantom out of there as the EMT's come wheel Cobryn and Phantom out of there.

Pablo Escobar : Looks-a like-a no-a contest guys-a!

[SWAT Team]

Blackness.

Dracon Xanathos's (featuring KoRn) "Forsaken" plays as THE LAST STEP IN EVOLUTION title appears over black. As the song crescendos at the first chorus, sunlight flares over the lunar horizon and a crescent sliver of the moon is illuminated - huge, filling the screen from top to bottom.

“I’m over it
You see I'm falling in the vast abyss
Clouded by memories of the past
At last I seeeeeeee”

“I hear it fading, I can't speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
You feel them finding, always whining
Take my hand now be alive”

We're in space, circling around from the dark side until a huge full moon fills the screen with whiteness – DRACON XANATHOS title shows up as we pull back from the moon, into the earth's atmosphere, through clouds, until we reveal Paris at night.

“You see I cannot be forsaken
Because I'm not the only one
We walk amongst you feeding, {No Means No}
Must we hide from everyone?”

We come to rest on an ancient, vaguely wolf-like gargoyle high atop a gothic cathedral in the Latin Quarter - a maze of narrow, twisting streets - desolate at this late hour. Clouds move over the moon. The song fades. A thunder cracks! Rain drops spatter on the church's metal roof. Water trickles out of the gargoyle's mouth. We follow the stream of water down to street level where it falls onto … the two- times Olympic gold medallist, undisputed martial arts world champion, multibillionaire owner of Xanathos Enterprises, Hollywood highest-paid actor, the rock star followed and idolized over the whole frickin’ surface of the Earth (even in Siberia), the one who defines “sex symbol”, and your honorable and respected S.W.A.T. President … the one & only … Dracon Xanathos … yes, say his name … Dracon Xanathos … louder! DRACON XANATHOS.”

Dracon: Now bow before me, you monkeys.

Here I am, once again, in front of all these cameras, pleasing with my exquisite presence the ugly people of Australia. You can’t deny you love me … I’m simply, irresistible. Maybe you can … pretend … but inside of you, you cannot live … a happy life … if I’m not part of it, in one way or the other.

You may be wondering why I am in Paris … well, what?! Do you expect ME to stay in the rectum of the world?! Surrounded by the sons and daughters of criminals that envy my money … my fame … my success … my perfect body? Don’t worry tough, there are good news. I saved a bunch of money in my car insurance. No, really, statistics show that the number of suicides in Australia has decreased in a 70% since I’ve been showing my angel face in your TV’s. There’s nothing I can do about the 30% Soutter and his fat ass kissers are responsible of … yeah, fat ass kissers: Collyer or Cairo (whatever his name is), Panic, Genitalia, Bryant’s little sister and his fiancée Syberus, among others whom I don’t care enough to remember now. Pathetic human beings following an even more pathetic human … is Soutter human? Well … he bleeds every time I punch him in the only part of his body that is not cover with fat (his forehead) … and he cries … especially when I’m crippling his illicit son in front of his eyes … yeah, he cries and whines like a baby … but all that accumulated disgusting stuff around his body … ugh … that can’t be human.

Pedro "El Gallo" Santiago, from behind the cameras, whispers "Ssss, the ppv is going to be in Springfield, not Australia".

Ah ... really? Shouldn't you tell me these things before hand or something? Anyway, let’s stop talking about the ex-owner of S.W.A.T. and let’s start talking about something really interesting and exciting … ME, of course. At Overtaken, “destiny”, in some meticulous way has put me in a match against The Punisher and The Girl Scout That Never Stops Coming To My Door To Try To Sell Those Damn Cookies Even Though I Always Slam The Door On Her Face, Nick Collyer.

Nicky Nicky, what do you want? You keep falling and coming back to get a piece of me, for what? You need to get over it! You must realize that on this life some people win and some people lose, and I ALWAYS WIN. If you keep bothering me I’ll have to eliminate you out of the equation, like I did to this wrestler … what was his name?

Pedro “El Gallo” Gonzales is heard from behind the cameras saying “Reeve?”

Dracon: No, not Reeve … Cairo, Shane Cairo. That’s what you want Nick? Is that your goal? Hey, if that’s what you want … if that’s the only way you’ll get over it … heck, I’ll do it! You’re asking for it. So at our match, watch your joints as they start collapsing under the pressure of my submission moves. I’m going to tear your tendons apart from your bones and I’ll knock your teeth off so every time you look into the mirror and smile you remember how wrong you were in trying to fuck with me. Happy smile.

Now, Stein … you’re different than Collyer. I must admit, you’re the smarter … and … the most capable of my two Overtaken opponents. We’ve had our problems in the past, but not for an absurd reason as Soutter or a handicapped lousy wrestler … but for Domino. I mean, I completely understand. Domino is gorgeous! A female goddess without a shadow of a doubt! As a matter of fact, I would’ve never done anything wrong to someone like her if the circumstances were different, but they weren’t. She was in the wrong place at the wrong moment … so I don’t consider her a victim of my acts. In simple words, she was in the presidential chair when I was the one supposed to be there. And it’s not her fault … Soutter is the one who named her President of S.W.A.T. after all! If someone is to blame, that’s Soutter. I think you’re confused Danny! You’re fighting for the wrong country soldier! But stop right there. Stein, look me straight to the eye (camera zooms into Dracon’s amazing Amber gray eyes). Don’t think for a microsecond that just because I consider you high in my ladder of respect that I won’t fuck your shit up!

The Last Step in Evolution is coming back at OVERTAKEN!

Fades out with the replay of “Forsaken”.

[SWAT Team]

(Kross is seen pacing around his locker room as Joey walks in with a crew.)

Joey: Kross have you heard some one has just used a move and they call it the Kill A Nation.

Kross: Joey you dimwit of course I heard what do you think I am here so early for. I am here to make sure this ungrateful son of a bitch pays for his actions.

Joey: Hold the phone. Dont you think your taking this a little to far?

Kross: Listen up and you listen good I didnt work my ass off for 15 years in this bussiness to have some no talent punk come in and try to steal my move. And I thought you knew Joey I always take it a little farther than whats necessary. Tonight you as well as the rest of the world will see what happens when I take matters into my own hands.

(Kross blast out the door, scene fades.)

[SWAT Team]

[“Take me out” by Franz Ferdinand starts to play, and C.K. Panic strolls out onto the ramp. He looks around at the fans who are on their feet, and begins his walk down to the ring.]

Jeremy Tucker: “It’s time for the ladder match to determine the Statewide Champion of Australia. C.K. Panic takes on Killer to see who’s worthy of holding the belt.”

[Panic rolls into the ring and looks up at his belt hanging from the rafters.]

Frank Salazar: “The following contest is a ladder match, and is for the Australian Statewide Championship! In the ring first, from Attbury, South Carolina, weighing in at 186 pounds… C… K… PANIC!!!”

Andrew Fulton: “My money’s on that guy right there.”

Jeremy Tucker: “C.K.?”

Andrew Fulton: “No, the other guy. That one.”

Jeremy Tucker: “That’s Frank Salazar.”

Andrew Fulton: “That’s what now?”

Jeremy Tucker: “No pinfalls or submissions in this match, the only way to win is to climb the ladder and take the belt that’s hanging above the ring.”

[“Another Body Murdered” by Faith no More starts to play, and Killer strolls out to the ramp. He cracks his neck and fingers a little, then begins to make his way down the ramp.]

Jeremy Tucker: “C.K. Panic is going to have his hands full in this one, but his lighter frame and superior agility really does favour the Champion in this ladder match.”

Frank Salazar: “Aaaaaaaand his opponent… weighing 310 pounds… KILLER!!!”

[Killer climbs into the ring, and eyes up the Championship hanging above it. The referee calls for the bell.]

Jeremy Tucker: “Match underway, and Killer swings for C.K. Panic who easily dodges it, and Panic hits a low dropkick to take legs of Killer to take the bigger man down to his knees. Panic takes a run up and delivers another one right to the chops of Killer!”

Andrew Fulton: “C.K. Panic has got to keep it up. Panic leaps to deliver the point of his elbow right to the small of the back on Killer, and that can’t feel good.”

Jeremy Tucker: “Certainly not. Panic drops a hard knee to the face of Killer, than rolls out of the ring. Looks like Panic wants to get his belt and get out tonight, and he knows he can’t do that until there’s a ladder in the ring. Panic slides in one of the ladders and begins to prop it up, as Killer begins to stir.”

[Killer back to his feet flattens C.K. Panic with a Spinebuster, and goes to set the ladder up himself. C.K. doesn’t take long to get back to his feet despite the power behind the Spinebuster, and takes a wild swing with his boot to the back of Killer’s knee. He catches him full pelt, and Killer goes down howling and clutching his leg.]

Jeremy Tucker: “C.K. Panic just took out Killer in brutal fashion! There was no science behind that devastating kick to the back of Killer’s leg just there… and Panic begins to scale the ladder, but Killer clears his head enough to grab Panic’s ankle! Panic is trying to shake him off but Killer has him in a tight grip, and drags him unceremoniously down the ladder! Killer is back up, although unsure about his leg, and lifts C.K. Panic up into a Death Valley Driver!”

Andrew Fulton: “Oh man, there was some impact there. Killer isn’t finished though, and picks C.K. Panic up again to hit a spinning Sidewalk Slam!”

Jeremy Tucker: “Killer’s in a great position to win the match already, and we’re hardly into it! But he chooses to do more damage to C.K. Panic, who gives him a kick to the midsection for his troubles. C.K. sensing that he’s in no position to climb the ladder yet, and decides to knock it over.”

Andrew Fulton: “That’s smart. Another move from Killer like he just took and C.K. might not be able to stop him from going up the ladder. At least this way Killer would have to take time to set it up first, which gives C.K. more of a chance to recuperate.”

[Killer is quick to home in on Panic in order to hit another high impact move, but Panic sticks the boot in again. After a few more kicks to cut Killer off, Panic mounts the energy with another dropkick, which sends Killer rebounding off the ropes. As he does so, C.K. is quick enough to drop toe hold him face first to the mat below.]

Jeremy Tucker: “Great move by C.K. who’s now able to mount some more offence. Killer is down, but starting to stir, as Panic ascends to the top of the turnbuckle… and a BEAUTIFUL Moonsault from C.K. catches Killer on the back. C.K. mounts Killer to lock on a Camel Clutch now, no submissions are possible in this match, but whatever Panic can do to wear the 310 pounder down, he’s going to do it!”

[Panic has the Camel Clutch locked in solidly, but the move is making Killer fight back all the more. Killer begins to shuffle forwards, and grabs the rope. Despite the fact that this doesn’t break the hold, Killer holds onto the ropes, and begins to use them to get back to his feet, with C.K. still on his back.]

Jeremy Tucker: “Look at the strength by Killer!”

Andrew Fulton: “What a freak. C.K. is clinging on, with his arms now around Killer’s neck…”

Jeremy Tucker: “But Killer snapmares Panic over! Killer has had quite enough of C.K. Panic, and looks just about ready to take the Statewide Championship.”

[Killer looks to set up the ladder, and walks over to pick it up. C.K. Panic is back to his feet by the time that Killer brings the ladder to the centre of the ring, and with another dropkick, Panic cracks the metal ladder into Killer’s head!]

Jeremy Tucker: “Ouch, that’s one way to take the big man out. Panic now decides to try and get up the ladder himself, and sets it up dead centre. He seems satisfied that it’s stable enough, but Killer is getting back to his feet again. C.K. advances, but Killer holds down the top rope and sends Panic flying over the top! This is bad, bad news for C.K. Panic!”

Andrew Fulton: “The ladder’s set up right there, all Killer has to do is climb up, and that’s what it looks like he’s doing. C.K. has to get back to his feet if he wants to save his title… and C.K. folds up a steel chair!”

Jeremy Tucker: “Killer has his fingers on the belt … Panic slides in and delivers a thundering shot off of the back of Killer!”

[The big man arches his back in pain from the attack and loses his balance, ultimately crumpling to the mat below. Panic jabs at the midsection of Killer with the steel chair some, to add insult to injury. Panic then begins to ascend the ladder himself, much quicker than Killer was able to. But Killer manages to gather the energy to push the ladder from under C.K.’s feet, leaving Panic stuck in mid-air, holding onto the belt for dear life!]

Jeremy Tucker: “C.K. Panic is stranded above the ring! Killer’s got that steel chair in hand… and swings at the feet of C.K. Panic! Panic can’t hold out forever… and his grips fails him! Panic goes falling to the canvas below!”

Andrew Fulton: “He did NOT land pretty there. Killer’s in a great position to win this match, and sends Panic sailing with a Belly to Belly Suplex for the hell of it.”

[Killer has to set the ladder up again, and drags it back to the middle of the ring. He sets it up nice and steady, and eyes the title at the top of it, then begins his climb again.]

Jeremy Tucker: “Killer’s in pole position to win the title again, and he’s not that far off! C.K. Panic has to shake the cobwebs really soon if you wants to walk out with his Statewide Championship tonight. C.K. darts up the other side of the ladder, and hammers furiously at Killer with a flurry of forearm blows! C.K. Panic is on fire and looks set to burn right through Killer here, and C.K. Panic sunset flips right over the ladder and with the momentum on his side, Powerbombs a 310 pound Killer!!!”

[The crowd pop immensely for the incredibly impactful move.]

Andrew Fulton : Big time move there from CK Panic ... Panic then grabs the ladder and lays it ontop of the hurt Killer ....

[Panic signals to the fans ... then climbs to the top rope ... Senton Splash from Panic.]

Jeremy Tucker : CK Panic must be crazy! He just gave Killer the Senton Splash ... with the Ladder inbetween them!

Andrew Fulton : Always knew he had no brains!

[Panic clutches his back ... as Killer struggles to his feet holding onto his ribs. Killer picks up CK Panic and hits him with a big Baldo Bomb ... ontop of the ladder.]

Jeremy Tucker : Killer driving Panic back first onto the ladder with that Baldo Bomb!

Andrew Fulton : Killer's got this one in the bag!

[Killer sets the ladder up .... and starts slowly climbing it ... he gets to the top ... looks up at the belt ... looks out at the screaming crowd ... and then looks down again at CK Panic.]

Andrew Fulton : Whats he hesitating for?

[Killer then looks up to the belt again ... and looks even higher ... right past the belt ... Killer points to the sky ... then crosses his chest ... the crowd moving to there feet as one as Killer flies from the top of the ladder levelling a just rising CK Panic with the Ode to Hawk.]


Jeremy Tucker : Wow! Killer nailing Panic with the Ode to Hawk ... what a show of respect!

[Killer then lifts up CK Panic and plants him hard with the Kill - A - Nation!]

Jeremy Tucker : Kill-a-Nation! Killer with the Kill-a-Nation!

Andrew Fulton : He must be crazy! Jack Kross was allready worked up from him using the move and renaming it in his liking ... now he'll really be pissed.

[Killer then starts working his way back up the ladder .... he gets to the top ... and reaches up for the belt .... but at the last second ... the ladder is pushed out from under him .... a zoom out on the ring shows Jack Kross in the ring as the man who had pushed the ladder.]

[An irate Kross then dives ontop of Killer pounding away on him with a bevy of hard right punches ... he then picks up big Killer ... and WHAM! .... Kross - A - Nation!]

Jeremy Tucker : KROSS A NATION! KROSS A NATION!

[Jack Kross then high tails it out of there and heads back through the crowd as CK Panic makes his way to his feet .... Panic looks across at Killer out of it and then up at the title still hanging there ... Panic clutches at his back ... but sucks it up and sets up the ladder ... he checks on Killer once more and decree's it safe to go ... CK Panic then heads up the ladder and grabs ahold of his Statewide Championship and victory.]

[“Take me out” by Franz Ferdinand hits CK Panic up on the ladder celebrating posing with the belt.]

Jeremy Tucker : Wow ... Jack Kross with a big message there to Killer .. ."Stop using my moves1"

Andrew Fulton : I wonder how much CK payed him for his help there?

Jeremy Tucker : Get real Fulton ... Panic had nothing to do with Kross's interference.

[SWAT Team]

Rios Rivera: Ladies and Gentleman you will not believe this…

Pedro Santiago: Kilroy and Fierce are still going at it, and some how have ended up on top of the Springfield Community Centre.

Pablo Escobar: Well-a let’s-a get-a to-a the-a action-a.

[Kilroy is in control of a now bloodied Fierce with a standing cobra clutch. With every Fierce tries to make Kilroy begins to bite Fierce on his left ear.]

Rios Rivera: Kilroy has gone mad!

[ The referee begins to check to see if Fierce is still conscious…WHAM! Evans throws Fierce into the referee, knocking the referee out could of course.]

[Evans then follows up with some massive kicks to the side of Fierce’s head. Kilroy then begins to taunt Fierce.]

Kilroy: How dare you try to interfere in my life.

[James starts to struggle to his knees.]

Kilroy: You are not in my league… I am Kilroy Evans.

[James gets up to one knee…]

Kilroy: BOOT TO THE HEAD!

[Kilroy nails Fierce with a roundhouse kick.]

[Kilroy then goes to cover Fierce…but the referee is still out cold.]

[Evans begins to pull a limb Fierce to his feet, he then lifts him up in a fireman’s carry position, and begins to walk towards the edge of the building.]

Rios Rivera: Kilroy’s GONE MAD!

[Kilroy looks over the edge and smiles, but as he is about to toss James off the side, Fierce escapes the fireman’s position and locks in a single leg lock.]

Pablo Escobar: Fierce-a with-a the escape-a!

[Kilroy easily breaks lose the hold and gets to his feet…and waits and waits and waits, then as Fierce makes it to his feet he charges in for a spear…but Fierce hits a SUPER KICK!

Pedro Santiago: QUE? Senor Fierce pulls one out off his hat!

[ After the kick both Kilroy and Fierce are on the ground face down…at this time the referee magically gets his bearing and starts the count.]

Referee: One…..
Two….
Three…..
Four….
[Both Evans and Fierce on their knees.]

five….
Six…..
Seven…..
Eight….
Nine…..

[Both make it to their feet as the referee was about to say ten]

Rios Rivera : Close call for both competitors….

Pablo Escobar: No-a Kidding-a!

[ Kilroy with a left…James with a right….Kilroy with a right….James with a left and another and then a right. James then grabs Evans with a front head lock and begins to choke Evans.]

[With Kilroy fading, Fierce hoist him up on his shoulders… circles and few times and nails a DDT from a death Valley Driver. James then rolls on top of Evans and begins nailing him with several forearms.]

Pedro Santiago: FIERCE HAS GONE MAD!

Pablo Escobar: Keep-a stating-a the-a obvious-a!

[James then pulls Evans to his feet and drags him to the stairwell leading down.]

Rios Rivera: Fierce has bad intentions!

[ After a few elbows to the back of Kilroy’s skull; at this point Kilroy is at the edge of the staircase… Fierce steps back a few yards and takes off running….and nails a bulldog! Sending both men down several flights of stairs.]

Pedro Santiago: Fierce has GONE MAD!

Rios Rivera: SOMEONE GET AN EMT!

[SWAT Team]

Back in Black hits as Packer walks in a very cocky manner towards the ring ... with Brandi in back ... she looks half heartedly at one of the men responsible for her ruthless beating as she reluctantly follows him. She walks with an obvious limp and her left arm in a sling and a whelp under her right eye.

Jeremy Tucker : How this man can walk out here and FORCE that young lady to come along is beyond my comprehension....

Andrew Fulton : Packers a man in a difficult position ... Brandi was/is employeed by Packer Enterprises ... and she failed to perform the task she was given ... the punishment may have been a bit harsh ... but who are we to judge?

Jeremy Tucker : Can it Fulton ... the guy is a woman beater ... admit it ... he slapped her around ... and LOOK ... hes making her open the ropes for HIM!!

Packer has the stick .....

Packer : Now .... I know you all are happy to be here for the innaugural edition of The 6 pack ..... and you all know my very first guest ..... the Big Daddy from Down Under ... Soutterrrrrrrrrr ............

Rip it Up hits as Soutter makes his way out and down the ramp .... slapping hands with the ringside fans ... he stops to put his massive arm around a 80 something yr old woman who is wearing a Soutter like Hawaiian shirt ... he then enters the ring .... and takes a mike from the stool closest to him.

Packer : Welcome Suit ... glad ya had the chance to be here ... its of course your pleasure to be here ... Brandi ... get the big man a snack ... DO IT!!

Brandi obeys her boss and tries to lift a heavy tray of snacks but shakes her head indicating that she cant lift it with one good arm

Packer: I said LIFT it and serve him!!! NOW!! Idiot ... DAMN!!

Suit: (Ben Stiller deep voice from Starsky & Hutch impresonation) .... DO IT!

Suit chuckles stepping closer to Packer and holds his massive right fist up near his nose You see this Packer? If you yell at this little lady one more time ... I'm gonna serve YOU this ... now CAN IT!!

Packer looks at Suit with a less than pleased look as the crowd reacts and Brandi cracks a smile

Suit : Reg ... while i appreciate the fact that you would think of me for your first guest on your big new host show ... and while i readily acknowledge the fact that we go wayyyyyyy back ... i gotta tell ya ... we don't treat women like that here at SWAT.

Packer : Dont ya just. After your actions these past few months at UCW you are one to talk about how to treat a women.

Soutter : Different world bro. Like i said ... we dont go for that here.

Packer : Thats all very intresting ... now lets get down to business. I invited you out here for a reason. You are known world wide as the Big Bad Bustling Bandit ... one of the top wrestlers to ever step in the ring .... but things haven't been going to well for you as of late ....

Suit : So its going to be like that is it?

Packer : You tell me? Your the one who lost control of their fed .... i would never let something like that happen to myself.

Soutter and the entire crowd stare at Packer wide mouthed like "yeah right"

Packer : You know Paul .... while i got you here .... whats up with the HoP ... who do we gotta sleep with to get a fair crack around here.

Soutter : Well ... as you so "kindly" pointed out .... i'm not the man to ask them questions of ... not for right now anyways.

Packer : So you still think you can get your fed back from Dracon and Legion X?

Soutter : I'll not stop trying until my dying day.

Packer : Thats great ... now ... lets talk about something really important ... The House of Pain. My boys are hot ... the best thing going around in SWAT at the moment.

Kota is on a role ... he damn near crippled half the field in the proving grounds match .... and its only a matter of time until the Australian belt is around his huge waiste.

Soutter : I've been watching Kota for a while now ... and that would not surprise me in the least.

Packer : (sarcastically) I'm sure he will sleep easier hearing that ... now i saw that there is a few more regions opening up tonight. Springfield and The Rockies. Let me announce right now to the whole entire world ... that the House of Pain has decided to not only control Australia ... but we're heading down to the Rockies .... maybe after we take this place over once and for all ... i may do you a favor and use some of my stroke to help you get your fed back.

Soutter stares daggers at Packer ... his patience wearing thin.

Soutter : Are you just about finished .... i gotta big match cmoing up next you know.

Packer : Ohhh .... i'm well aware of that ... you and Triple B ... should be one for the ages.

Soutter : We'll find out next i guess ... i'm quietly confident.

Packer : Yeah..yeah...good luck..if historys an indicator..youll NEED it.....HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Packer offers and appologetic hand as Suit takes it in a handshake manner .... then grips down as Packer drops screaming to his knees ... then Suit gently shakes Brani's hand as he leaves ... Packer on his knee's angrily watching Suit head up the rampway.

[SWAT Team]

(“Rip it Up” by 28 Days hits the airwaves to a huge, standing ovation.)

Andrew Fulton: That’s Soutter’s music. Why is he coming out?

Jeremy Tucker: He has a match.

Andrew Fulton: With who?

Jeremy Tucker: With Triple B, you idiot.

Andrew Fulton: When did they schedule this?

Jeremy Tucker: Andrew, remember when Dracon rigged the lotto cage so that Triple B’s name was picked, and Bill got to choose who he was going to wrestle?

Andrew Fulton: Seems faintly familiar.

Jeremy Tucker: The Suit getting much love tonight from this Springfield crowd.

Andrew Fulton: Well what do you expect, Soutter is making an unannounced match for tonight against Triple B; this is like a bonus match to them.

Jeremy Tucker: (Ignoring Andrew Fulton) Yes, this highly anticipated grudge-match between Triple B and the Big Bad Bustling Bandit has the crowd stirred.

Andrew Fulton: Hey, you ever notice that Bill and the suit use a lot of “B’s” in their names?

Jeremy Tucker: (Taking an aspirin) Soutter in the ring now. While he is usually waving to the fans and slapping hands, tonight, he seems unusually focused.

Andrew Fulton: Yeah, after his Chinese food was delivered backstage, he asked me if I wanted the leftovers… and there were actually leftovers.

Jeremy Tucker: The unexpected arrival of Big Bad Bill just over three months ago has really jarred Soutter. Bill has been nothing short of wicked since returning to Australia and he seems to be making Paul the focus of his anger.

Andrew Fulton: It just got really cold in here.

(”The Headless Children” by W.A.S.P. plays over the loudspeakers and the audience gives mixed reactions, but mostly jeers. Triple B walks onto the ramp and stares long and hard at Soutter.)

Jeremy Tucker: Look at that; he is a man on a mission.

Andrew Fulton: Well the Suit isn’t exactly blinking in the ring, Jeremy. Boy, this would be some staring contest; who do you think would win?

Jeremy Tucker: Gee Andrew, let’s cancel the Falls Count Anywhere match and change it to a staring contest to find out.

Andrew Fulton: Can we do that?

(Triple B walks down the aisle way and steps into the ring, both men still keeping their eyes locked.)

Jeremy Tucker: Folks, as I mentioned before, this is a Falls Count Anywhere match. That means that there can be no disqualifications, no count-outs, no holds barred. The match can be won only by submission or by pin-fall, and they can both happen anywhere in the building; just like the name of the match.

Andrew Fulton: What’s the name of the match?

Jeremy Tucker: (Taking another aspirin) And there’s the bell… but neither man is moving.

Andrew Fulton: We may just get our staring contest anyways, and we didn’t have to cancel the other match.

Jeremy Tucker: They are not even two inches apart, these to monsters. Bill has a two-inch height advantage, and that gives him the better reach. Soutter has about a two-HUNDRED pound weight advantage, however, and that gives him all sorts of other advantages. These two men are angry, this battle has been culminating, and now they finally meet one-on-one in that squared circle, but it doesn’t have to stay in that ring, and it probably won’t.

Andrew Fulton: Why not?

(A chant of SUIT-SUIT-SUIT-SUIT raises from the crowd and Paul responds with the hint of a smile, looking out to the crowd for just a moment. Triple B looks out the other direction just as a chant of BILL-BILL-BILL-BILL goes up to counter. Triple B flashes that wicked smile as they both lock eyes again.)

Jeremy Tucker: The crowd can’t seem to make up their mind as both men have supporters in the audience. It’s reminiscent of Rock vs. Hogan 1.

(Triple B clasps his hands and swings them upwards into Soutters jaw.)

Jeremy Tucker: Triple B with the first move! Soutter ducks back, causing a jaw-breaking blow to be come a graze! Bill moves in again, using his speed to deliver a flurry of punishing blows on Soutter. The suit able to fend off most of the attacks, but he’s forced to move backwards as he does, sacrificing inch by precious inch.

Andrew Fulton: Triple B going balls to the wall early in the match, he must not think that Soutter can go the distance with him.

Jeremy Tucker: Well Soutter has a number of iron man matches under his xxxx-large belt, so that would be a mistake on Bill’s part if it WAS his plan. Bill steps back a half-step, allowing the Big Bad Bustling Bandit a moments reprieve… No!! Triple B gave some distance only to begin using his feet with those devastating kicks!

Andrew Fulton: Triple B is an offensive machine, but Paul is a tank; he can take the punishment.

Jeremy Tucker: But for how long? The Center of Attention is reduced to putting his hands over his face to protect his head while Bill goes to work with precision strikes and body-blows!

Andrew Fulton: Soutter’s against the ropes…

Jeremy Tucker: Triple B goes for the short-armed clothesline, trying to bring this match outside early, but Soutter isn’t going over!

Andrew Fulton: He’s just too big, Bill couldn’t get up enough strength to get the big man over the ropes.

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter grabs Bill and throws him off of himself, landing the Tall Cool One in the middle of the ring!!

(The crowd roars its approval at Soutter’s feat of strength. Triple B, noticing that Paul is not pressing the attack, rises slowly.)

Andrew Fulton: Triple B none too happy about that little display right there.

Jeremy Tucker: Bill was in the zone early, that’s for sure; now he has to start his strategy from scratch again.

Andrew Fulton: They’re circling each other like caged lions.

Jeremy Tucker: That’s an interesting analogy.

Andrew Fulton: Not really, I went backstage earlier to get an interview with the Suit but he was out. I did find a lot of empty boxes of animal crackers, though.

Jeremy Tucker: (Rubbing his head) There’s the lock-up, but Triple B swings around and grapples Soutter from behind. Soutter with an elbow to Bills face, he goes for another but Bill lets go. The Suit turns and Bill ducks the spinning backhand. Triple B with a shoulder block to Soutter’s knees!

(Triple B somersaults up to his feet as Soutter staggers to maintain his balance. Bill with another shoulder block to the knee/ somersault combo, then a forward roll heel-kick to the skull.)

Andrew Fulton: Triple B has the crowd responding with those combat rolls, and Soutter is fighting to keep his vertical base!

Jeremy Tucker: You know, you say something intelligent like that and then follow it up with a dumber comment than the last.

Andrew Fulton: Cowboys make Twinkies.

Jeremy Tucker: (Putting Fulton on his AIM ignore list) Soutter is struggling to stay upright, Bill leaps into the ropes to gain momentum… Spear!!

Andrew Fulton: Soutter ducks it!!

(Triple B sails between the ropes and lands on the concrete below.)

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter had the Unfettered Might scouted, and he wasn’t falling for it!

Andrew Fulton: The Suit taking his time about following Bill outside, trying to shake some life back into those knees of his.

Jeremy Tucker: Triple B is standing now, but he’s not quite recovered enough to fully see Soutter come from behind with that overhand punch!

Andrew Fulton: Soutter follows up with hit after hit and Triple B can only try to distance himself.

Jeremy Tucker: The Suit turning to rub his head; I guess all those kicks to his cranium are starting to catch up to him. Bill gets some distance… and Paul Soutter with a running overhand smash drops Big Bad Bill like a sack of potatoes.

Andrew Fulton: (Referencing Syberus’ old avatar) Po-Tay-Toes.

Jeremy Tucker: Triple B is reeling, he’s trying to fight for distance now, trying to catch a breather.

Andrew Fulton: You think Soutter will give him some downtime?

Jeremy Tucker: Probably not. Soutter with the overhand smashes on Bill’s back! Triple B is struggling to stay off his knees, but Soutter not relenting!

WHACK!!!

Andrew Fulton: Where’d that chair come from?

Jeremy Tucker: Triple B just snatched a chair from the Himalayan announce table and cracked Soutter across the knees with it!!

Andrew Fulton: Where’d the Himalayan announce team come from?

Jeremy Tucker: The Himalayas. Triple B has a hold of that steel chair and is beating the living hell out of Soutter with it! Remember folks, this is all legal under the Falls Count Anywhere rules.

Andrew Fulton: Can you be pinned on a lama?

Jeremy Tucker: Where would they get a lama from?

Andrew Fulton: The Himalayan announce team, duh.

Jeremy Tucker: (massaging his temples) A clean, solid hit to Soutter’s face knocks the big man down. He pulls himself up to our announce booth, Triple B is sizing him up for a hit to the back of the Suits head…

Andrew Fulton: Hey!! My monitor!!

THWACK!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter swings Andrew Fulton’s monitor to intercept that swinging chair-shot!! The chair rebounds into Bill’s face and both men are hurting after that one!!

Andrew Fulton: My monitor! I can’t see anything now!

Jeremy Tucker: They’re right in front of you.

Andrew Fulton: I was watching porn.

Jeremy Tucker: I know; you had the volume up.

Andrew Fulton: My bad.

Jeremy Tucker: Both men hurting after that last metal-on-metal shot. Soutter presses the advantage and starts throwing lefts and rights at Triple B, but Bill is a martial artist and he just parries each shot away.

Andrew Fulton: He’s like a tall, white, bearded, evil, trench coat wearing, henchman version of Bruce Lee.

Jeremy Tucker: Triple B is blocking, but Soutter is still swinging. The offence is brutal, and Bill is blocking it all!

Andrew Fulton: I don’t think that’s what is happening at all.

Jeremy Tucker: Ladies and gentlemen, Soutter is not actually trying to hit Big Bad Bill; he’s targeting Bill’s forearms!! The Suit is actually striking Bill’s trained defenses, and the Suit may not be a martial artist, but he’s a powerhouse for sure!

Andrew Fulton: His leg buckled!

Jeremy Tucker: Triple B is on the defensive, he’s trying to mount an offence, but if he does then one of Soutter’s shots will crush him! Bill is backpedaling; he’s trying to get away! He can’t even slip into his aggressive parrying mode, which had made him quite famous, because of the vicious onslaught being delivered by the Big Bad Bustling Bandit!!

(Triple B somersaults backwards and spins into a beautiful butterfly kick combination.)

Jeremy Tucker: Triple B with a series of kicks, Soutter tries to move in on them, but Triple B’s reach with his legs is far longer than Soutter’s reach with his hands! The Suit is also winded! He’s exhausted after such a ferocious attack on Triple B, but the damage is done and Triple B is rubbing his forearms now that the Suit is at a respectable distance to do so.

Andrew Fulton: That was a great strategy.

Jeremy Tucker: The Center of Attention really thought that one out and had Bill’s striking combinations scouted in advance. He pressed so hard, and has the size to back it up, that Bill couldn’t even respond with his aggressive parry’s; which have made the best strikers change their attitude in his presence.

Andrew Fulton: Where’s Bill going?

Jeremy Tucker: I can’t believe this, he’s had enough! He’s actually leaving the arena!

Andrew Fulton: Well it was an unscheduled match.

Jeremy Tucker: NO IT WASN’T!!! (Taking a deep breath) Either way, Triple B won’t get far, this is falls count anywhere and Soutter can just follow him.

Andrew Fulton: Actually, that’s what Bill wants.

(At the top of the entrance ramp, Triple B waves Soutter on, taunting him to follow to the backstage area.)

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter smiling; he’s all for it!! This crowd is roaring as Soutter takes up a light trot and follows Big Bad Bill backstage behind the gorilla curtains!!

Andrew Fulton: So we can have gorillas but the Himalayan’s can’t have lamas? Now is that really fair?

(Soutter parts the curtains backstage to see maintenance crew standing around doing nothing. They see Soutter and start acting busy, but then remember that he’s not the boss anymore so they go back to loafing. Triple B is no where to be found.)

Jeremy Tucker: So Bill is going to play a game of hide-and-seek, but Soutter looks like he’s game!

Andrew Fulton: He does?

Jeremy Tucker: Yes, he does.

Andrew Fulton: Oh, I can’t tell; because they broke my monitor.

Jeremy Tucker: It’s not broken; it’s just lying on the floor. Go pick it up.

Andrew Fulton: It’s all the way over there! Could you get it for me?

Jeremy Tucker: I most certainly will not.

Andrew Fulton: I’ll tell.

Jeremy Tucker: Tell who? Dracon? Go ahead! Soutter is roaming the backstage area calling for Triple B to show his face. He could be hiding anywhere

Andrew Fulton: He must be buying time to let the bruises in his forearms settle down after that earlier attack by Soutter.

Jeremy Tucker: That’s a mistake that Triple B isn’t likely to make, because the longer he waits, the longer that Soutter has to catch his breath.

Andrew Fulton: What’s that!?!

Jeremy Tucker: Triple B just jumped out from behind a pile of boxes and shoulder blocked the Suits right hip!

Andrew Fulton: Where’d he go?

Jeremy Tucker: Triple B took advantage of the confusion and surprise and just vanished again. I see his game, he’s going to play hit-and-run; Triple B is an accomplished martial artist and his first style is ninjutsu; he’s using his style to attack from concealed places!

Andrew Fulton: And Soutter is a big target in building with lots of hiding spaces.

Jeremy Tucker: There he is again!! Triple B with a flying side kick to Paul’s skull! The man is dazed as Triple B runs off camera again!

Andrew Fulton: It’s like a cartoon where they keep running in one door and out another.

Soutter: Aaagh!! Come out, Bill!! Fight me like a man!!

Jeremy Tucker: The Suit is getting really steamed out there, not liking this sneak attack ploy by his opponent.

Andrew Fulton: Would you?

Soutter: You lousy coward!! Come out and fight!!

(The lights go out as the sound of a fuse being tripped is heard sizzling in the background.)

Jeremy Tucker: What happened?

Andrew Fulton: The lights went out. I don’t even have a monitor to see that with and I know.

Jeremy Tucker: Ladies and gentlemen, the lights in the building have gone out. It doesn’t seem to have affected all the electricity as I still have audio, and my backstage crew is informing me now that our home viewers are still receiving a picture, albeit a dark one.

Andrew Fulton: Then what’s the point?

Jeremy Tucker: I have something on my monitor. My eyes are taking a while to adjust after the sudden blackout, but it looks like the emergency lights have kicked in and we can see something going on backstage.

Andrew Fulton: One guess at what’s going on.

Jeremy Tucker: I can’t make out faces, but I can see that two men are indeed fighting backstage! It looks like Triple B has somehow tripped the lights in the building and is attacking Soutter in the dark.

Andrew Fulton: I should be a psychic.

Jeremy Tucker: Triple B has managed to turn this fight completely into his favor. This is his fight now, his rules, his playground. Triple B is a warrior. He has been trained in the martial arts since he was eight years old. He was a Ranger in the US Army, he has operated behind enemy lines in the darkest night. Soutter is a wrestler, he’s used to all sorts of matches with all the stipulations you can imagine. He’s fought martial artists before, his feud with the Shootfighter is the stuff of legend, but Triple B is no ordinary wrestler; he’s an assassin. He’s a killer who knows nothing else, and he’s a delusional one at that. I can only imagine what’s going on back there.

Andrew Fulton: I don’t know; that monolog didn’t leave much to the imagination.

(Slaps and strikes are heard repeatedly backstage. Grunts and thuds reverberate down the dark hallway as two shadows dance, one dominating the other. What can only be described as a desperate roar is heard and a dull thud followed by bright sparks and the crackling snap-hiss of circuitry. When the bright blue-white light dies now, the hallway, and the entire building itself, is lit again. Triple B stands with his arms outstretched against the wall before a barely standing Paul Soutter. Triple B slowly falls face forward on the ground to reveal an exposed electrical box behind him.)

Jeremy Tucker: Oh my God!!! Triple B was just electrocuted!!

Andrew Fulton: Daaaaamn.

Jeremy Tucker: Paul, in desperation, must have pushed Triple B into that electrical box. He couldn’t have known it was there because it was too dark to see anything.

Andrew Fulton: Why was it open? Do we just leave those things open for wrestlers to fry themselves on? Don’t we have safety laws in place for that in this backwater state? What freaking state is this anyway?

Jeremy Tucker: That’s probably the electrical box that Bill manipulated to tamper with the lights in the building. This is poetic justice!

Andrew Fulton: What’s Soutter doing?

(Paul Soutter just seems to stand there, facing the fallen body of Triple B. He shifts his weight to turn left and walk, somewhere. When he turns, his face is a bloody mess.)

Jeremy Tucker: Oh my God.

Andrew Fulton: Holy shit.

Jeremy Tucker: Oh my God; look at the Suits face. His face is pulp; how can he even see?

Andrew Fulton: I think I’m going to throw up man.

Jeremy Tucker: Oh dear God; Ladies and Gentlemen… I’m at a loss to describe what I’m seeing. Oh Lord. If you have small children… Oh, how is he even standing?

Andrew Fulton: He’s not.

(Soutter drops in a heap on the floor in the hallway. Blood quickly fills a small pool around his upper body as he lies not four feet from Triple B.

Jeremy Tucker: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee is going to have to stop this match. This can’t be allowed to go on. Triple B has been electrocuted; his back is actually bubbling with blisters and exposed burns, and Soutter… Oh, he’s got to stop the match.

Andrew Fulton: Raaaaalph!!!

Jeremy Tucker: My sympathies exactly. The ref is calling this one, folk this one is over. This feud has gone too far. Doctors are coming in and checking the wounds on the two men.

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, due to referee’s decision, and since both men cannot go on, this match has been declared a…

“Down with the Sickness: by Disturbed hits the arena and the crowd immediately starts booing loudly.

Jeremy Tucker: Oh what the hell?

Dracon: Cut the fucking music! And all of you, (points to the capacity crowd) you can all just do the same; shut the fuck up!!

(That’s heel heat.)

Dracon: What are the rules for this match? Ref, I’m talking to you! What are the rules? What? I can’t hear you, but if your saying submission or pinfall anywhere in the building then your right. However, if you’re trying to add that the referee’s decision is also a condition; then you’re dead wrong!!

Jeremy Tucker: What the hell is he doing?

Dracon: Ref, those two men not being able to get up is similar to a double-count out, and that is not a condition for this match to end!! Therefore, until one man submits or is pinned… This match will continue!!!

(Dracon actually throws the microphone at the referee who, for his part, shouts a stream of curses to the departing Dracon Xanathos.)

Andrew Fulton: His word is law; what are you going to do?

Jeremy Tucker: This is disgusting! This goes beyond inhuman, this is just… just… there’s no word to describe the actions of Dracon!!

Andrew Fulton: These guys aren’t even conscious. What are they going to do; bleed on each other?

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter is actually stirring. He must have smelt Dracon in the building and it’s like smelling salt. He crawls toward the wall seeking support. Oh this is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen. How can this match go on?

Andrew Fulton: I don’t know, but Soutter is to a leaning position up against the wall.

Jeremy Tucker: Wow, that’s real progress.

Andrew Fulton: What’s Soutter doing?

Jeremy Tucker: Is he trying to wake Bill up?

(Soutter lightly slaps Bill on the shoulder, telling him to just submit.)

Andrew Fulton: He needs him awake so that he can voice his submission.

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter is a proud man. He knows that this fight is over, and both men have gone to their respective limits, but he refuses to be the one to submit.

Andrew Fulton: Eew, he going to roll him over onto his back. All those bubbling sores… he’ll get puss all over him.

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter reluctantly going for the pin; trying to just finish this match. Both shoulders have to be on the ground, and this will not be pretty…

(The moment that Triple B’s back touches the cold, hard floor his eyes snap open and he screams an unholy sound.)

Andrew Fulton: I can’t watch…

Jeremy Tucker: Triple B is up! The ref didn’t even get the one count and Triple B is up on his feet! He’s screaming and thrashing everywhere, his body coming alive with the pain that it was in this whole time and his mind is having a hard time coming to grips with it!

Andrew Fulton: Soutter is trying to contain him. He’s not even fighting him, just trying to stop him from hurting himself.

Jeremy Tucker: The Suit is a good man at heart. He grabs Triple B’s arms and holds them to his side. Bill struggles, but the adrenaline rush is gone and he slowly starts to calm.

Andrew Fulton: His eyes are glassy.

Jeremy Tucker: I don’t know where his mind is right now, but it’s surely not here. What the hell!?!

Andrew Fulton: Stan!!

(Stan “The Tank” Wilson charges out and slams Soutter into the wall, leaving Bill to slump on the ground. Wilson begins to pummel Soutter with powerful fists, knocking the already injured man senseless. Wilson is unyielding, punching the Suit onto his knees and then stomping the big man down to the floor.

Andrew Fulton: There’s Genity and Colyer!!

Jeremy Tucker: The rescue operation commences as Nick Colyer and Genity Howard come out to tackle Stan!!

(Sly Fondel joins the fray along with Dracon, followed by the Connection: Tanner and Syberus.)

Jeremy Tucker: All of the sudden this has become a battle royal!! Emotions are high for this match, and everyone is hitting everyone!! Triple B is up, albeit slowly! He steps over and grabs Stan by the shoulder, pulling him away from the fray!

(Triple B looks hard through pain-shot eyes at Stan. The Tank looks back curiously.)

Andrew Fulton: This is Bill’s fight. He still wants it to be just him and Soutter.

Jeremy Tucker: Though Bill’s tactics are unorthodox, and his methods more than questionable, he has always wanted this to be a one-on-one match. He pulls off Fondel and Xanathos, too.

Andrew Fulton: Syberus and Tanner both lay boots into Triple B, knocking the badly burned giant into the wall and onto the floor!

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter’s on them!! He whips them around and tells them in no uncertain terminology that this is his fight, and his alone. All the other men back away from the two combatants as Soutter stands there waiting as Triple B pulls himself back to his feet.

Andrew Fulton: This is incredible; they still want to go at it.

Jeremy Tucker: They stare at each other, Soutter with one eye fully shut on him and the other swelled like a pomegranate, and Triple B who is heavily favoring his back and actually arching forward; very off balance.

Andrew Fulton: They look like two fucked up samurai.

Jeremy Tucker: You can’t say that on TV.

Andrew Fulton: Fuck you.

Jeremy Tucker: There is blood on the walls, blood on the floor, there are wrestlers forming a circle around two haggard warriors, and we are live! These men have seen it all and they are ready to go at it again. They each know that they have one more round left in them. This is more than just a match, this has gone beyond any grudge; warranted or not, this is even beyond just being personal. These two men have something to prove to themselves. They have seen too much of themselves in the others eyes and all they want now is the closure that a victory or defeat can bring them.

Andrew Fulton: You should be writing for Hallmark.

(Bill and Paul both nod at each other, a final sign of respect as wrestlers and fans take their sides and cheer in the background. Then they each charge forward.)

Jeremy Tucker: There they go!!! Lefts, rights; no one is blocking or dodging, just delivering what they can and taking what the other has to give!!! The crowd goes wild as these two colossal figures connect with blow after punishing blow; warriors born!!

Andrew Fulton: Definitely should have written for Hallmark.

(Soutter and Bill swing for all that they are wroth. Soutter with his superior strength and Bill with his conditioned fists, capable of breaking wood and stone. They don’t stop, though both men are tired beyond what their bodies have left, and still they fight. With one shot, Triple B’s superior training pays off with a glancing blow to Soutter’s temple.)

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter stumbles!!! Triple B has the advantage!!!

Andrew Fulton: What are you talking about, either one of them could drop dead from the blood loss alone!!

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter drops to a knee, and Triple B doesn’t let this one pass him by; a football-like punt to the cranium and Soutter falls backward onto the floor!!! Triple B stands to his full height, I think he’s forgotten where he is, or he just can’t make his body answer the call for the pin!! He teeters, and falls to the ground beside Soutter!!!

Andrew Fulton: Are they unconscious again; because Dracon will make us wait for them to wake up?

Jeremy Tucker: Triple B slides his hand forward! He still has the presence of mind to try for the pin, but can he make it? He reaches out, he’s got him…

(1…

2…

3…

Ding-ding-ding!!!)

Andrew Fulton: He got it?

Announcer: Your winner of the match… TRIPLE B!!!

Jeremy Tucker: There is no shame! There are no apologies! There can be no regrets! These two men fought long and hard tonight! There could be only one winner, but there are no losers! These two men fought and gave everything that they had and no one can take that from either of them! The fans are actually on their feet cheering, but Bill and Soutter will have to hear it on a re-run, because the conscious world has nothing left for them tonight! The fans know what these two men have given tonight and they respect that! This was a match for the records!

Andrew Fulton: Yeah, pretty good for an impromptu match…

[SWAT Team]

[Suddenly, the image of Stan Wilson appears backstage, standing by with the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship belt, and a mic.]

Stan-What...surprised to see me? Didn't think I'd show? Thought that just because things haven't exactly been going my way around here, that I'm just simply give up? Not in your wildest fucking dreams. Don't buy into the hype...don't believe the bullshit spreading around the regions. Because Stan Wilson, is STILL running the show here in SWAT.

[The crowds boos in response.]

Stan-Yeah, that's right. Go right on ahead, like the little meat puppets that you are, and boo the bad guy. But while you're doing that, I want you all to ask yourselves one simple question....why are you here? What made you shell out the extra cash, put up with god awful traffic, and plant your massive overweight asses in those seats? I'll tell you what...it was me. You all paid to see me. The bad guy, the villian, the single most loathsome sonuvbitch walking the planet. And do you know why you paid to see me? Because deep down, in those fat, massive guts, you know that there is NO ONE here in SWAT, or any other promotion for that matter, that can go out to that ring and deliver the way that I can. And that pisses people off. Not only you, but the people back here as well. Everyone from the fellow talent, to the unover piss poor drawing fags known as the Tag Team Champions, and even to the Board of Directors that produce this show. They're all jealous of Stan Wilson. They all want to be Stan Wilson. They all want to main event like Stan Wilson. They all want to bring in the money, the way Stan Wilson does. But they can't, and it eats away at them like cancer. Especially when it comes to you...Icon.

You literally pray for the day that you could be half the man, half the draw, and half the champion that I am. That's why when your name was drawn in the lottery, you jumped at the oppurtunity to get another shot at me, to get another shot at this.

[Stan holds his belt up to the camera.]

Because at the end of the day, we both know, that without this title...your name holds no credibility whatsoever. How can you be the "Icon", when you're not even a main event player? How can you be the "Icon", when you're not making the money? How can you be the "Icon"....when I've already proven that you're neither the competitor, or man enough to stand toe to toe with me in the ring, and be my equal? You can't be. No way, no how. Therefore, the name that you so proudly carry is a lie. A fraud. A phony. A fake. As is the very man who bares it. But tonight, I end it all. Tonight, I take every single damn thing that you've ever worked for, every single damn thing that you've ever sweated for, every single thing that you've ever bled for, and I place it in a coffin, nail the lid shut, and bury it deep enough to the point where it will NEVER be seen again. Then, just when you've thought I've done my worst, just when you think it's all over...I'm going to stand over it's grave...lift my leg...and piss on it.

And the saddest part of it all Icon...there's absolutely nothing that you can do about it. Because you're not man enough to be my equal...you're not man enough to beat me...and you're sure as hell not man enough to take this title from me.

[With a last intense stare, Stan drops the mic and walks off-camera as the scene fades.]

[Or DOES IT?]

[No, infact, it does not. Before Stan can walk off, the screen splitscreens, to show those saviours of SWAT...Two men who've just come off successively pinning the so-called SWAT "World heavyweight Chimp" Stan Wilson...The Connection of Syberus and Adrian Tanner Jr.]

Adrian: "Stanley, Stanley, Stanley....why? "Why what?" Why do you still continue to be the most predictable, boring pissant on the face of god's green earth? Or, how bout...Why havent you just deep throated a knife and ended the rest of the universe's misery yet?"

Syberus: " I like #2."

Adrian: "Stanley, when the single most "offensive" thing you can do to us is repeatedly call us "gay...." you've got nothin. You've hit rock bottom, man. You are officially, the saddest motherfucker on earth."

Syberus: "Well, there's always GCW."

Adrian: "True...alright, 2nd lowest."

Syberus: "Seriously Stan, just stop. You don't come out to the arenas and see "Stan Wilson" merchandise selling..."

Adrian: "Wait, they make "Stan Wilson" merchandise? I'd always thought that was just an urban legend."

[Syberus shrugs.]

Syberus: "Probably. But anyways, Stan, for you to call the Connection of Syberus and Adrian Tanner, Jr "unover..." That's like taking the weakest link on any sports team, and having that shmoe call the 42-time MVP "unover.""

Adrian: "It's like Barry Bonds calling Babe Ruth a "hack," or OJ Simpson calling Jerry Rice a fluke. It just doesnt happen."

Syberus: "No...No it doesnt."

[To make this segment even more contrived (because let's face it, what would a Stan Wilson segment be if it wasnt rediculously contrived bullshit.) the king of rediculously contrived bullshit, Dracon Xanathos appears onscreen, splittling the scene into three seperate images]

Dracon: "Laugh it up now, boys, because I can guarantee you that The Ass Connection would never beat Legion X as a group, ever again."

Adrian: "Drags, the adults are talking now. I know you want people to believe you matter (much like Stan) but right now, it's the big boys time to speak."

Syberus: "Yes, so please...go elsewhere."

Dracon: "Ha. Ha. Ha. You two are really lucky Stan has bigger plan tonight, because if he didnt, I'd be letting him make an example out of your sorry asses. "

Syberus: "Ok Drags, show of hands...Who here has beaten Stan Wilson?"

[On the Connection's side of the screen, three hands shoot up in the air. The Connection look at each other, pointing at their hands, and then slowly turn to look behind them, where the camera zooms up and inward to reveal...]

Jeremy Tucker: "Oh my god!"

Andrew Fulton: "No way!"

Robert Hunglestein III: (wearing a Connection gold "C" T-shirt) "Dracon, Stanley. It's gotta suck to be you right now, doesnt it?"

[Syberus and Adrian share a look, then smile as they turn back to the camera]

Adrian: "Well, it always sucks to be them."

RHIII: "Moreso than usual."

Adrian: "Oh right."

Syberus: "Brill."

Jeremy Tucker: "Oh my god, RHIII is back!"

Andrew Fulton: "And he's....joined The Connection?!"

[Cut to elsewhere.]

[SWAT Team]

[“Tales of a Scorched Earth” by Smashing Pumpkins hits and the crowd looks around, wondering what’s going on. A man standing just under six feet walks out, dressed in a tan suit with a silk blue shirt underneath with no tie. A pocket of hardcore wrestling fans pop for Vance Knox, the bane of TKOW, WOWF, and color man extraordinaire, the man that was shooting it straight before Andrew Sinclair got the gimmick. Following him is a slender young man dressed in some khaki pants and a button-down shirt with a SWAT Rockies logo on it. He’s blonde with a wide eyed grin. They make their way to the broadcast position.]

Andrew Fulton: What do you two want?

Vance Knox: Hit the skids.

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: We are the broadcast team.

Vance Knox: Not for this match. Hit. The. Skids. Get a burrito, or some soda. We got this one.

Andrew Fulton: But…

Vance Knox: Do any of you know how to counter a Graven Image?

Pedro “El Gallo” Santiago: Well, in theory…

Vance Knox: Care for a practical demonstration?

[The team shakes their heads “no.”]

Vance Knox: Hit the skids.

[The broadcast team leaves, and Vance takes a seat, pulling on a headset, and motioning for his partner to sit down.]

Young Man: Rick Tilton aka Tilt, and The Image Vance Knox taking over for this match. This match being broadcast in SWAT-vision all over the world.

Vance Knox: Do you have to sound like an ass at all times?

Tilt: Not at all times.

Vance Knox: I swear if you got paid, I’d have to talk to Black about it.

Tilt: One day, one day I’ll bring in a paycheck.

Vance Knox: Fat chance, skipbo.

Tilt: Well, we have one of the more interesting matches of the night to hold down, the Commish of the Australian region and leader of Legion X, Dracon Xanathos against the Future of Hardcore Nick Collyer and one of the best big men in the business Dan “The Punisher” Stein.

Vance Knox: A Hollywood Wanna-be, a guy who is obviously really good at hiding his needles and a dude with an unhealthy need to hold a nightstick. Fan-cock-sucking-tastic.

Tilt: Vance, all these guys have a serious history. Dracon suspended Nick Collyer for no reason and he gets some revenge, and Dracon made life hell for Dan Stein’s manager Domino, actually trying to reduce her to “T-shirt girl” in the Carribean.

Vance Knox: I wouldn’t mind reducing her just to a t-shirt in the Carribean.

Tilt: She is too classy for that.

Vance Knox: Hey, if WCW can get Miss Elizabeth to roll around on the mat like a ECW stripper than I can get Domino down to her unmentionables in Jamaica.

[The arena goes dark. On the Aussietron, the following 3 symbols beat into succession:

<ALPHA>

<OMEGA>

<The Punisher skull>

“More Human Than Human” by White Zombie plays as “The Punisher” Dan Stein walks to the ring area as the crowd goes wild.]

Al Sharp: Coming down the aisle accompanied by Domino, weighing in tonight at 287 pounds and standing at six feet seven inches tall. He is the wielder of the Peacemaker, the Don of Detriot, this is THE PUNISHER DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN STEIN!!!!!

Vance Knox: Al Sharp taking some liberties with the ring intros tonight.

Tilt: He’s just exicted, I know I am.

Vance Knox: That would explain the vomit stains on your pants.

[Stein points around to the crowd with the Peacemaker, and flips it over to hand it to Domino.]

Tilt: Dan Stein looks focused and ready to spill Dracon’s blood for his woman.

Vance Knox: Just like he did with LuJo?

Tilt: Shut your mouth.

Vance Knox: Hey, maybe someone will piss on him again.

Tilt: Will you ever shut up?

Vance Knox: No.

[“Where Eagles Dare” by the Misfits kicks in.]

#We walk the streets at night
We go where eagles dare#

[The tip of a Singapore Cane pokes out from the curtains.]

#They pick up every movement
They pick up every loser
With jaded eyes and features
You think they really care#

[The cane snaps the curtains back, and Nick Collyer steps out holding the cane aloft, pockets of fans cheer him. He stalks to the ring.]

#I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, babe#

[Nick walks up the stairs and climbs the turnbuckle, standing with one foot on the top rope, one on the outside, pointing at the fans with the edge of the cane.]

#An omelet of disease awaits your noontime meal
Her mouth of germicide seducing all your glands#

#I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, babe#

[Nick jumps into the ring, and sets his Singapore Cane on the outside of his corner.]

#Let’s test your threshold of pain
Let’s see how long you last
That’s happened in your {No Means No}
On bosoms of your past#

[Nick checks the tension on the ropes, and then checks his wrist taping. He drops his head, and waits for the referee to check his boots and gear.]

#With jaded eyes and features
You think they really care
Let’s go where eagles dare
We’ll go where eagles dare#

[The infamous Anderson throat slit motion, and a sardonic smile from the Future of Hardcore, as the music fades in the last chorus.]

#I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, hey#

Vance Knox: Is he Arn or Justin Credible? I don’t know.

Al Sharp: And standing in the ring hailing from Bakersfield, California, he is the Future of Hardcore, the Straight Edge Solution, the Butcher of Bakersfield, standing tonight at six feet even and weighing in at two hundred thirty-four pounds. He is NICK COLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYER!!!

Tilt: Listen to this crowd getting behind the Straight Edge Solution.

[The crowd stomps their feet, as a section holds up a giant straight edge blade made out of cardstock.]

Vance Knox: This is out of control. YOU PEOPLE ARE KILLING TREES!

Tilt: I had no idea you where a tree hugger.

Vance Knox: Keep it on the low down, but I’m keeping up appearances for this hot hippie chick I just met. Burn the rain forests for all I care.

[The lights go out with the effect of a power problem in the (name of the 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!”

Vance Knox: I hate to sound like a bitch, but seriously, could someone edit this thing down?

Tilt: Just thank heavens that we aren’t watching Cobryn’s entrance.

Vance Knox: Cobryn’s entrance is God like, classic, but this is Dracon looking the mirror while touching himself.

[KJX is seen competing in some extreme sports like snowboarding, sky surfing, skateboarding, skiing, skydiving, 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 an Old Navy muscle shirt, Quiksilver rusty green jeans, Sketchers navy bowling shoes and silver gothic rings in every finger of his hand (one of them being The Dynasty ring).]

Vance Knox: Heaven only knows why this man still holds onto a group that never did anything, and was headed by a guy with multiple personality disorder.

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

Vance Knox: Holy shit!!! He’s like a crow!!!

Tilt: Must you do this?

Vance Knox: The spirit of Christ compelled me.

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. Nick Collyer blasts him with a Cranium Kick the moment he lands, sending him toppling over the top rope to the ground at Domino’s feet.]

Tilt: And weeeeeeeeeeeee’re offffffffffffffffffffffffff!!!

Vance Knox: Prosac, invest in some.

Tilt: Domino has that Peacemaker in her hand, and she has vengeance in her eyes.

[The referee Alicia Moore tells Domino to back off, and calls for the starting bell.]

Tilt: And we are officially off.

Vance Knox: Seriously, you need to calm down.

[Nick Collyer waits for Dracon to stand up, the Commish is trying to get his jacket off, but Nick goes flying over the top rope with a 20X6, the crowd roars at the Corkscrew Plancha.]

Tilt: Nick Collyer going after Dracon with everything he has, stomping, punching, he’s a whirlwind of shots.

Vance Knox: Yippie. Maybe we this kind of action in the Rockies.

Tilt: We can only hope!!

Vance Knox: (groan) What wrestling deity did I piss off to get this?

[Alicia Moore is counting the twenty count, and Domino reminds Nick of this, and Collyer rolls Xanathos into the waiting arms of Dan Stein, who whips Dracon off the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Dracon has the place of mind to duck it, and Dracon catches Nick with an Elegant Crossbody.]

Alicia Moore: 1…





2…




[Nick Collyer with a kickout, but Dracon brains him with a brutal soccer kick to the chest, the echo reverberates through out the arena. Dracon catches Dan Stein with a crescent kick to the knee, and Stein goes down hard clutching at that knee.]

Tilt: Dracon’s Stylish Hard Action coming out there.

[Vance Knox does a spittake, sending Rum and Coke everywhere.] Vance Knox: Did you just say Stylish Hard Action?

Tilt: Yes.

Vance Knox: Oh man, the gay jokes write themselves when you are around.

Tilt: That’s what Dracon calls his hybrid fighting style.

Vance Knox: Well, we’ll call it karate flippy crap from now on out okay?

[Dracon unleashes another couple of kicks to Collyer’s chest and poses for the ladies, finally getting his jacket off. The teenaged girls in the crowd squeal like crazy. Domino is over checking on Dan Stein, and she seems to be looking to the back for some help.]

Tilt: Dracon may have broken Dan Stein’s knee with that kick, Domino looks worried.

Vance Knox: Dracon always was sloppy in the ring, and according to most of Hollywood’s C-list actresses he’s the same way in the bedroom.

[Dracon leaps up to the top rope in a single bound…]

Tilt: What athleticism!!

[Nick Collyer staggers to his feet, and the Commish leaps off with a Blockbuster, but Nick Collyer steps out of the way, and grapevine’s the legs, and shoots forward with a choke sleeper STF.]

Tilt: MINOR THREAT!! MINOR THREAT!!! Dracon is in the middle of the ring, and Nick Collyer slaps on his newest submission hold. He’s choking the life right out of the commissioner, we could have an ending to this match already.

[Alicia Moore goes to check on Dracon, who is fading fast. Nick braces himself and pulls back further on Dracon’s neck, but Dan Stein breaks it up with a brutal shot with the Peacemaker. He follows with another to Collyer’s ribs. Alicia Moore sees this one and calls for the bell.]

Tilt: What is going on here?

Vance Knox: Beatdown.

Tilt: But why?

[Dan Stein pulls the staggered Nick Collyer up, and pumphandles him, slashing his own throat and dropping Nick with the Reckoning.]

Tilt: Reckoning!! Nick Collyer gets the wind knocked out of him with that monster Sit-Down Pumphandle Slam.

Vance Knox: Here comes the cavalry.

[Stan Wilson and Big Bad Bill make their way out to the ring, sinister smiles on their faces.]

Vance Knox: I just hope that Stan doesn’t cut a promo on how he is a new man.

Tilt: Stealing Hunglestein’s stuff now?

Vance Knox: DAMN YOU TILT!!! URAKEN!!!

[Tilt staggers from the backhand punch.]

Tilt: My precious earlopes.

Vance Knox: Shut up.

[Dracon gets to his feet, checking his throat, and smiles as well. He tells Dan to hold Collyer up, and Dracon leaps up onto the top rope and springboards off with a twisting Abyss Claw dropkick to the back driving Nick facefirst to the mat.]

Tilt: Dracon and Legion X doing a number on Nick Collyer here.

Vance Knox: Yeah, he might be out for a month or so again.



Stan Wilson: You see what you get messing with Legion X?

[BBB lights the table up, and Stan grabs Nick by the throat and hoists him high over head, and drives him down over the ropes through the flaming table as Triple B slides into the ring and the four members of Legion X pose.]

Tilt: Dan Stein joins Legion X!!! This is insane! Nick Collyer is human barbeque, all because of The Punisher’s treachery.

Vance Knox: That’s some good booking there. SWERVE!!

[The medic’s Domino had called down for the “injured” Dan Stein now put out Nick Collyer and tend to his wounds.]

Tilt: We’ll see you at our own show kicking off in the Valley of Fire, Nevada with our Halfway to Hell Deathmatch Tournament.

Vance Knox: Yes, idiots hitting each other with stuff. That’s classic wrestling there.

[fade to backstage.]